Melissa's Meltdown

[DLJeff52]

Chapter 14: To Be or Not To Be

When Missy emerged from the shower, clean and somewhat mentally refreshed. While she hadn’t been thinking about what clothes whe would change into, she was somewhat surprised when she looked at the counter and saw one of her own outfits along with a note and her car keys.  

Morning Sleepy!  Hope that feels better!  Seriously, I’m so sorry for the lousy start to the day!  How about a hot breakfast and giving me a chance to make it up to you the rest of the day?!  I hope you know that I truly feel that somehow, some way, fate has brought us together to help each other.  I know we need to talk about the research program today, and I confess, while I don’t really understand exactly how, I just have a sense that maybe there is something that you will get out of this that could somehow help you on your own journey. At the same time, please know that I’ll respect your decision whatever you decide.  We can always figure out repaying the car damage some other way.

Regardless, I thought you’d be more ‘comfortable’ talking things through in “your” clothes!  Come join me when you’re ready! 

Love,

Tammy

P.S.  I realized I was presuming you even wanted to talk about it! Leaving your car keys in case you have already decided against moving forward.  I hope that isn’t the case, but realized I might be assuming too much!

As Melissa finished reading the note, she noticed tears had welled up in her eyes.  Of everything in the note, the ending is what had moved her the most.  “Love, Tammy”.  She knew it was probably just an “easy” or “standard” way to end this kind of note, but something inside Melissa both craved and felt that Tammy’s concern for her was genuinely beyond the ordinary care you have for another fellow human.  Over the last two days, Melissa had felt an emptiness in her heart evaporate, primarily because of the actions that Tammy had shown behind those words.  

As she continued to replay many of the events that had transpired and everything that Tammy, Cammie and Mabel had done to help her feel better about herself, she became more and more aware of just how pure, empathetic, and loving their actions consistently proved to be.   She also realized that this nurturing environment was diametrically opposed to the rejection she felt from her break-up and the emotional detachment / trauma she’d experienced through childhood. 

Using the back of her hand to wipe the welling tear from her eye, Melissa turned again to look at “her” clothes.  One of her favorite green summer dresses, a sleeveless, high round neck with racer back that cut mid-thigh was neatly folded along with a white pair of her thong panties.  Both the cut of the dress and Melissa’s nearly non-existent chest eliminated the need for a bra, which obviously Tammy had equally concluded in selecting the outfit. 

Melissa dropped her towel and slipped on the thong panties, the skin-tight fit feeling both sensual and mature at the same time.  Standing in the mirror as she finished drying her hair with the towel, Melissa saw her “old self”.  Somewhat surprisingly, there were mixed feelings coursing through her veins as she finished getting ready.  

On the one hand, it felt like so much had happened in such a short time that was so unexpected.  Her return to wearing pullups / diapers, being with a “strange” family, and feeling completely cared for clearly clashed with the 18-year-old who had been swimming in rejection and family tension just days earlier.  While there was a part of her that felt relieved to be wearing her own clothes, another, almost equal part, felt like she was grieving the idea that she might be leaving the reality in which fate had immersed her.  

Melissa slipped her dress on, shaking it out as it fell over her shoulders.  The dress’ flare danced around from side-to side, swishing as she turned to look at her profile from both sides in the mirror.  She smiled at herself, yet it felt somewhat contrived and forced.  She wanted to be happier than she felt, but couldn’t exactly explain her lack of exuberance that one would have thought she’d feel being back in her “own skin”.

Melissa walked to the kitchen where Tammy was already seated at the breakfast table.  Fresh bacon and eggs along with English muffins waited on the table as Melissa paused.  She looked first at the booster seat she had been using, then over at the “adult” chair where the plate of food had been placed.  Tammy picked up on this double take and broke the ice.

“I figured today it would be more appropriate to have you sit here,” she offered, turning her palm toward the place that she had set before Melissa’s arrival.  

Melissa offered a meek thank you and sat down, unsure of exactly what to say or do next.  “You must be famished, so let’s dig in!” Tammy continued, taking lead by turning to her own plate of food.   “I know this has to feel awkward, so let’s just acknowledge that and move right along!” Tammy offered with a smile, knowing she would have to carry the conversation.

“What have been your thoughts about everything that has happened?” Tammy asked, her inquisitive eyes conveying the same concern and empathy that she had shown from the minute they had met.

The timing of the question proved interesting.  Melissa had just put a big bite of the scrambled eggs into her mouth.  Trying to chew and respond at the same time, Melissa struggled, “Well…I’m…” Before she could go further a chunk of the scrambled eggs spilled out of her mouth and bounded down the front of her dress into her lap.  Spreading her legs apart as much as the dress would allow, Melissa’s eyes seemed to follow the tumbling food before she looked up, her eyes showing that same childish embarrassment she had shown earlier in the weekend when she made a mess while eating. 

Tammy’s motherly instinct couldn’t be checked and no sooner had the food landed in Melissa’s lap than Tammy was up with a napkin reaching down to help clean up Melissa.  Catching herself just as she was about to wipe off the corner of Melissa’s mouth, Tammy retrieved the napkin that had captured the fallen egg on Melissa’s dress and chuckling as she returned to her seat, “Sorry, I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“I’m so messy these days!”  Melissa said, unaware of the double entendre.  “I’m the one who should apologize!” Melissa quickly realized that while an 18-year-old girl should be “offended” at Tammy’s efforts to clean her up, she didn’t feel that way at all.  Building on this thought, she continued, “I think the thing that has surprised me the most is how gracious and caring you and Mabel have been to me over the last 48 hours, cleaning up after my messy eating being the least of the messes I’ve made!” Melissa blushed as she finally acknowledged the “other” messy situations she had found herself experiencing over the weekend.  

“I mean, to be honest,” Melissa’s confidence was growing as she continued to share her feelings, “I feel completely ashamed and embarrassed that I’ve somehow managed to repeatedly wet and mess myself in front of complete strangers…well, you know what I mean, definitely not complete strangers at this point considering…well, you know what I mean.”  

Tammy smiled and nodded, as she successfully modeled how to eat an English muffin without spilling food out her mouth before speaking.  “I can very much appreciate that!  I mean it truly is beyond weird to think about how we ended up here on the one hand, but on the other hand, it kind of makes sense how we got to this point as well?!”  Tammy cocked her head to the side as if inviting Melissa to agree that as strange as things were, the events that had taken them to this point weren’t individually that strange at all.    

“EXACTLY!” Melissa offered a little more loudly and forcibly than she had intended.  Tammy had just summarized the musings Melissa had entertained during her latest shower and felt relief that someone else “got it.”

“I guess that’s why I wanted today to be a little different,” Tammy brought her hands together on the table as she slid her empty plate to the side.  “For as crazy as everything has been over the last 48 hours, I wanted to give you a chance to step back and evaluate everything so we can all make a decision on what to do next.”  

Melissa started to feel a little stressed as evidenced by the small shot of adrenaline she felt as she detected Tammy’s tone turning a little more serious.  “Thank you?” Melissa offered, almost in a tone that sounded like a question than a genuine expression of gratitude.  Half holding her breath, Tammy proceeded to ask the question she was a little afraid to hear the answer to:

“I know it’s probably been too crazy, but have you given any consideration to the research program?” Before she even let Melissa respond, Tammy went on to clarify, “And look, I meant what I wrote about figuring out how to pay for the car damage.  I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have a choice about all this.  To be honest, I learned more about the program from the director yesterday and it does entail a lot, even though it does pay quite generously.”  

If someone had pushed Tammy to tell the truth at that moment, she would have begrudgingly admitted that her last sentences were aimed as much at peaking Melissa’s curiosity as they were about trying to give Melissa an out.

“Oh?  What did the director say about the program?” Melissa blurted out before she had time to even think.  

Tammy didn’t need to wait for another invitation and began a very slow, but rehearsed explanation of what she had learned at least about the program and how the assessment would try to mimic some of the key aspects of the program, should Melissa choose to even attend.  At the very end, she mentioned the money part emphasizing the total would be $15,000 for the three months.   The whole time, Tammy was interpreting Melissa’s thoughts as she occasionally saw her eyes widen, or her mouth turn slightly agape, or even adjust how she was sitting in the chair.  But when Melissa heard the total amount of money that would be paid out, she leaned forward and gasped before covering her mouth with her hand. 

Tammy felt her own stomach turn with excitement, seeing the level of response Melissa had given and hoping that this would overcome some of the more squirmier responses she saw as some of the details of the program (like being treated like a baby/toddler and needing to refer to Tammy in a motherly role) had evoked.

Pausing for effect, Tammy next shared what she and Mabel had agreed to do as a way to further incent Melissa to consider the program.  “Melissa, I have spoken with Mabel about all this as well and she agrees.  If you choose to give the program a shot, we would like to give you the first $10,000 of the money and we will split the other $5,000 between us.  Mabel doesn’t need the money and my biggest goal is to get Cammie exposed to some leading programs that might help her excel in some way down the line.  Obviously, the money will more than cover the repairs, and we thought you might ultimately need or want funds for school or whatever career you want to pursue.”  Tammy felt very good about how she had navigated the explanation, and slid back in her chair, taking a sip of her coffee as she let all that sink in. 

Melissa had her eyes glued to Tammy’s and felt like she was swimming in an overwhelming sea of grace.  She again began to tear up and felt a small tear trickle from the corner of her eye.  She didn’t completely understand the emotions she was feeling, but she knew enough to know that Tammy and Mabel genuinely cared for her.  

“I’ll do it” Melissa said, standing up and coming over to Tammy with her arms outstretched, a childish look on her face as if she needed and wanted motherly comfort more than as if she was approaching a peer.  Tammy rose out of her chair just as Melissa’s arms started to slide around her.  Tammy lifted her arms as she stood, allowing Melissa’s to pass under hers, drawing Melissa deep into her bossom with a strong and firm hug.  Both started crying as they held each other, both feeling different emotions.  Tammy felt relief and excitement at the way in which things had gone to this point.  Melissa felt a sense of relief, almost like she could let go and not have to leave the cocoon of comfort and encouragement she had come to need and appreciate maybe even more than she realized.  

Minutes went by without words, before Tammy finally shifted her arm from around Melissa to run down to Melissa’s hand as she escorted her over to the couch.  

Wiping away a stray tear as they sat down knee to knee next to each other on the couch, Tammy looked at Melissa and finally spoke. “I’m excited, but I can’t let you say yes just yet.” 

Melissa immediately became confused, leaning back and turning her head slightly to the side, “Wait, what do you mean?  Did I do something wrong?” Melissa spoke, her mind and body blurred that the one who had pursued getting Melissa to join was now rejecting her acceptance?!

“That didn’t come out right,” Tammy corrected.  “What I meant to say, is that before you say yes for good, I’d like you to do something for me.”  

“What is it?” Melissa asked, worried and failing to even imagine what Tammy would want her to do. 

“I’d like you to process all this with Mary and also with one of your best friends.  You see, this is a big decision and no matter how right I think it may be for all of us, I’d hate for you to jump in and then regret it in a week.  I would feel so much better if you talked or walked this through with other influential people in your life so that you can really feel at peace at your decision.  I really hope that makes sense.”

While it did make sense, all Melissa could do was feel the dread of talking about any of this with her mother.  How would that go?  ‘Yes, mom, I’d like to go be a baby as part of a study to help figure out how modeling can help kids develop.’  A chill ran up Melissa’s spine.

Tammy could see the tension spread over Melissa and jumped in with what she hoped was encouragement.  “I know it may not be easy to talk about with your mom, so I tried to grease the skids a little.”

“What do you mean,” Melissa asked, a tone of hope returning to her voice.

“Well, and please don’t be furious with me, I already sent your mom all the information about the program and all the details I have about the assessment, so you wouldn’t have to unpack all that with her.  She knows everything about it.”

“What did she say?” Melissa hurriedly blurted, expecting a negative reaction from her mother.

“Well, she didn’t say anything too specifically, but she has repeatedly said, and I wholeheartedly agree, that this has to be YOUR decision.”

Tammy could instantly see Melissa’s body relax.  A crisis had partially been averted.  While she would still have to deal with the embarrassment of telling her mother this is what she “wanted”, at least she wouldn’t have to recount any of the details that were both embarrassing and intriguing at the same time.  

“Melissa,” Tammy now leaned forward and took Melissa’s hand.  “In full transparency, your mother also shared with me some of the struggles you faced growing up.  She shared about your issues with wetting and, well, I just wanted to let you know that it’s ok.  You don’t need to be embarrassed by them.  I truly believe you have just been trying to cope a lot with tons of stress growing up.  I hope you aren’t mad that I know this.  I just want you to trust that I’m on your side and always want to be up front and transparent with you.”

Melissa was on a quasi-roller coaster, with her stomach immediately turning in knots at the mention of her previous wetting issues.  Tammy soothingly stroked her hand as she saw Melissa’s head drop in shame.  “It’s ok, honey, seriously, it’s not your fault,” Tammy consoled.  “And in some strange way that I can’t completely understand, I really do believe that there could be something in all this that helps you move past all that drama.”

Melissa agreed with everything Tammy said but was equally confused on how any or all of this could really help with the past.  She finally looked back up, tears again welling in her eyes, but these tears were again more evidence of a yearning to receive more of Tammy’s care than out of shame or pain of her past.

“I don’t really want to talk to my mom about this,” Melissa said with an almost pleading look that echoed of “puppy dog” eyes trying to illicit a different outcome.  

“I know,” Tammy simply affirmed.  “But I think if we really are going to do this, it needs to happen.  Everyone needs to be on the same team and same page with all this or it probably will just end up hurting people.”  Tammy had spent a lot of time thinking this through and knew that Melissa would need to ‘catch up’ to her rationale.  Either way, it would serve everyone well to have a chance to unite around the next three months instead of fighting any dissent that didn’t have a chance to be heard.

“If you’d prefer, you can talk with one of your friends first,” Tammy asked, trying to keep the ball rolling.  “Again, in full transparency, I took the liberty of asking your mother who one of your closest friends may be that you’d want to process all this with.  She mentioned a girl named Naomi….”

“NAOMI?!”  Melissa cried out.  “Oh no…”

“OK, well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting…” Tammy surprisingly echoed.  “I thought a best friend would get a more positive response!” Tammy’s puzzled look invited Melissa to share.

Melissa quickly rifled through why her mother would have chosen Naomi, even though she knew it wasn't Melissa’s ‘best’ friend.  She decided to return the trust with Tammy.  “Ugh…I mean I get it, but ugh…”

“Get what?” Tammy continued to probe.

“I get why my mom would have said Naomi.” Melissa took a deep breath and exhaled before continuing. “When I was struggling with…well…with…”

“With wetting?” Tammy tried to get her over the speed bump.

“Yes, with that.  When I was struggling with that, I had an accident during a sleepover at Naomi’s house.  Naomi and her mother found out and tried to help me not feel bad about it.  I mean, to Naomi’s credit, she remained a good friend through middle school and high school and has never made fun of me for it, but we also are exactly “tight” if you know what I mean.”

Melissa paused and hoped that would satisfy for an explanation.  “Oh, I see.  Yeah, I can see why that would cause a reaction for you.” 

“I guess the truth is I really don’t want to talk about this with anyone.  But I also understand how I need to open up some if I’m going to jump into a program for three months.”  Melissa was working it all through and Tammy was encouraged to see the mental progression unfold before her eyes.  

“I agree.” Tammy said in a logical tone.  “I mean, we are only talking about an assessment tomorrow, but if we are accepted, then there are a lot of logistics involved, like school, for example, that I guess we’d all have to figure out.  I think it would be good to have a team supporting “us” (Tammy held up air quotes) in navigating everything, don’t you?”  Tammy could see she was close to getting Melissa’s buy-in to her plan.

“Yeah..” Melissa answered, now adding the idea of school to the equation as well.  Would she even be able to go to school if she was in the program?  Would she even want to?  She didn’t want to face Mark again, and really, there wasn’t anything compelling left to finish….

Tammy could see where Melissa’s mind was going.  “Melissa, I really don’t think you could attend classes and do the program.  I mean, I’m not 100% sure, but Dr. Hadley was pretty clear about you needing to be fully immersed in the social setting so that all the influences for Cammie would be consistent.”  The reality was that Tammy knew that Melissa would need to forego the rest of her senior year in order to do the program, but she didn’t want to slam that door as Melissa was processing.  

“Yeah, ok, well it sounds like the assessment is the first thing that would need to happen, right?”  Melissa was now back in the present and trying to think about next steps.

“Exactly,” Tammy encouraged.  “All the other stuff is moot if we don’t even get accepted to the program.”

“Ok, well then it sounds like I need to talk with some people.” Melissa smiled, she had bought in.  She trusted Tammy and this was a big step to surrendering more and more control to the woman that had shown her nothing but compassion in her latest darkest moments.  She believed she could trust her with any others that might come as well.

“Good,” Tammy said, standing up and inviting Melissa to stand as well by taking her hand and lifting it to help Melissa get up from the couch.  “Because we are supposed to meet Naomi at the mall in 20 minutes.” 

Melissa’s mouth fell agape as Tammy continued to hold her hand and lead her out the front door.  She half-smiled and half panicked at this latest news but found herself taking one step after another in whatever direction Tammy chose to lead.

[Babytom948]

posted it twice huh?lol

[DLJeff52]

10 minutes ago, Babytom948 said:

posted it twice huh?lol

Thanks!! Was having internet issues when I hit submit...corrected!! Hope you are enjoying!

[DLJeff52]

Chapter 15: Naomi

Oddly, Tammy didn’t let go of Melissa’s hand until they got all the way to her car door.  Even more oddly, Melissa didn’t even notice as her mind began to figure out how she was going to have a conversation with Naomi about all this.  

As she sat down in the car, she noticed the absence of the cushioning from the diaper she had been wearing for most of the last day and adjusted her dress before fastening her seatbelt.  Naomi was a kind person, but she was also not exactly the warmest person, either.  She had never made fun of Melissa or ever brought up what had happened at the sleepover throughout their school career, but you also didn’t want to be on Naomi’s bad side.  There were rumors that as a the captain of the cheerleading team, there had been some hazing of freshmen, to include making them wear silly outfits in embarrassing situations, but nothing had ever been proved.  There was also talk that Naomi was as interested in girls as she was boys, but with sexual identity awareness at an all-time high, no one had really seemed to care what anyone’s preference was as long as they didn’t judge.  

Melissa would have described her relationship with Naomi as cordial.  They did have some classes together over the years, but where Naomi was always at the center of attention in whatever group she joined, Melissa preferred to observe a group from a distance.  Melissa felt connected by being invited to join things, but also content to watch the group where Naomi connected by creating groups for which she would ultimately become the star attraction.

Naomi wasn’t snotty by any stretch, but she also would make sure that if you crossed her, it would sting.  She was popular with other teachers and knew how to “play the game”, but she wasn’t completely two-faced in that she tended to treat people fairly and wasn’t prone to create or perpetuate gossip. 

There were, however, two things that everyone agreed about Naomi.  The first was that she could convince you to do anything she wanted.  It wasn’t raw manipulation or cheesy salesmanship.  She just had a way about her where she was able to read people, identify their “buttons” and get them to respond to whatever she wanted.  There were a number of stories about how she had been able to raise grades with teachers.  She also always seemed to be able to get the football players to “serve” the cheerleaders, not in a sexual way, but in doing things like carrying their books, buying them lunch, making sure they got the best seats on whatever away bus everyone was taking, and of course making sure that anyone who messed with a cheerleader in any inappropriate way was “made aware” by a football player that such treatment would not be tolerated.  Somehow she had positioned herself as a cross between Mother Goose and a mob boss.  Everyone liked Naomi, and while people didn’t fear her, they did respect her influence at school.

The second thing that everyone could agree with was that Naomi’s green eyes were piercing, mesmerizing and inviting.  You couldn’t look at Naomi without getting completely lost in her beautiful eyes.  They seemed to sparkle from within, not needing some external light to shine bright, but having some flame within that rippled across her being as she looked at you.  Where her innate ability to influence people started and the captivating allure of her green eyes against her long straight auburn hair ended no one could say, but they went hand in hand for sure.

It was no wonder, then, that as Melissa and Tammy approached Naomi at the food court at the mall, they both felt a sense of enchantment from the aura that swirled around her as she stood to greet them with a soft hand-shake and gentle hug.  Melissa felt her mouth go dry and a strange tingly feeling ripple through her being.  Even Tammy seemed to stumble as she exchanged pleasantries at meeting Naomi for the first time.  It was a moment where everyone knew that Naomi should speak first, and she didn’t wait for a cue to begin.  

[Little_Pooh_Abbeh]

I didn't expect another chapter so soon. Bravo!

[YourFNF]

Okay excellent job on making this character so interesting right out of the gate!

Also why do I get the feeling Melissa just found her dom... *giggles*

 

[dmavn]

It’s like a birthday present you weren’t expecting…

[DLJeff52]

Chapter 16: Missy Gets "Malled"

“OK, so will someone please tell me what’s going on!?” Naomi beamed with an excitement that she often fed on when she knew she was about to ‘be in the know’.  “I mean first your mom calls me and asks if I’m available to meet with you to talk about some ‘unique’ (air quotes) opportunity you have,” she said looking at Melissa.  “Then a nurse calls and wants to see if I can meet urgently to talk about a research program,” Naomi gently reached over and touched Tammy’s wrist as she alluded to the nurse, making each feel awkward and acknowledged at the same time.  

Naomi then placed her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers, resting them under her chin as she smiled, looking back and forth at Tammy and Melissa, wondering who was going to break the ice.  

“Melissa, would you be a dear and grab us some drinks…I’m parched.”  Tammy was the natural one to begin the explanation.  “Naomi would you like anything?”  

“Yes, I’d love a diet soda!” Naomi replied, giving her order to Melissa who stood and took a $20 bill from Tammy.  

“I’ll take the same please,” Tammy smiled, “and why don’t you grab one for yourself Missy, um…Melissa.” Tammy realized the minute she called Melissa by her “younger” name that she had made a mistake but tried to recover and immediately redirected herself to Naomi as Melissa made her way over to the nearest fast-food counter to grab some drinks.  

“Naomi, thank you so much for meeting with us on short notice.  I’m sorry I didn’t have time when we spoke to give you more context.  Please know I’m grateful that you made time for us.”  Tammy then went on to explain that Melissa had been “selected” for a research program that would help evaluate how much influence a role model could have on facilitating the mental, emotional, and behavioral development of a child.  She did her best to make it seem like this was a privilege and selectively unique opportunity.  

“The main reason I had asked for a friend of Melissa’s to meet with us is because the program has some rather onerous requirements that I don’t want Melissa to take lightly.   I was hoping that by bouncing the idea off people she trusted, she could best decide if she wanted to pursue the research,” Tammy eloquently put a bow on the summary just as Melissa returned with the drinks.  

“And what are some of these onerous requirements Missy would have to consider?” Naomi asked, not missing the chance to subtly use the name that had obviously flustered Tammy.   Naomi wanted to see what reaction it would cause when she used it.  

Melissa sat down and gave a slightly inquisitive look at Naomi as she asked the question, then turned to Tammy to see what the answer might be as she took a pull on the straw in her drink.  

“I was just catching Naomi up on the research program you’ve been selected to consider.”  Then, turning to Naomi, she continued, “The program calls for role models (Missy in this case) to be close in age to the baby/toddlers that are the subjects of the research.  Since obviously Melissa is older, they have developed a hybrid scenario where she will take on the characteristics of a younger girl who will be seen in a sisterly role.  So there are age and behavioral aspects that Melissa will have to take on during the program.  But perhaps the harder part will be that she has to be in Cammie's environment (Cammie's my daughter) 24/7 for three months.  This would obviously mean missing the last part of her senior year and, well there you have it….” Tammy paused, letting that thought hang as Naomi quickly started putting some of the pieces together.

Breaking the silence, Tammy continued, “I’ve probably said everything that is needed on my part, other than thank you again Naomi for taking the time.   I’m going to let you  bounce all this around while I run some errands.  Melissa, why don’t you just text me when you two are done and I’ll come back before we head over to your mother’s house, ok?”  Tammy rose from the table and Melissa just nodded as she looked up with her puppy eyes, her lips pursed around the straw taking rhythmic sips of her soda.  She desperately didn't want Tammy to leave, but realized that wasn't an option.

“Um…thanks for including me in the process Tammy. It sounds like quite a unique opportunity,” Naomi replied sensing it was her turn to say something.  Naomi’s emphasis on the word ‘unique’ showed just how quickly her mind was putting the pieces together.  She was already thinking about how this situation might benefit herself.  

“So, hey, why does she call you Missy anyway?  How did she know that was your nickname growing up?”  Naomi made it sound like a nonchalant question but knew there had to be more behind it.  

The question had the desired effect of catching Melissa off guard.  “Well, um….”  Melissa’s mind was replaying the car accident, wetting herself, Mabel's help and everything else that had happened, and she couldn’t come up with a succinct answer that would make any sense to Naomi without utterly embarrassing herself in the process.

“Ok, well, it doesn’t matter, I mean whatever, right?”  Naomi could sense that Melissa was rattled and continued thinking she could get more information from Melissa than Tammy.   “So you got ‘selected’ for this research?”  

“Um huh…” Melissa played along, nodding and quickly placing her lips back around  her straw as she answered.  

“So, if I understand this right, you essentially have to play the role of a little girl or baby or something to help another little girl or baby learn how to behave so they can see how much influence your acting like a little girl had on the real little girl?  Did I get all that right?” Naomi spoke directly and summarized the program adequately but emphasized the words baby and little girl with a strong tone that left Melissa squirming in her seat.

“Um huh,” Melissa again answered again as the loud slurping noise that an empty drink makes when a demanding mouth pulls on a straw to deliver liquid that can no longer be found in the cup.  Melissa was now uncomfortable and squirmed in her seat, causing her thong to ride up further and create even greater discomfort.  Melissa’s mind was suddenly chiding her for wearing underwear.  It was so uncomfortable, and she was fixated on that fact for enough time that Naomi realized she had disassociated into some rabbit hole.

“Hello? Missy?  You in there?”  Naomi reached over to touch Melissa’s forearm as she lowered and tilted her head to try and make eye contact.  

“Oops! Sorwy!” Melissa replied blushing immediately as water and small ice chips fumbled around in her mouth, garbling her pronunciation.  

Naomi would have seen Melissa as a young girl in this moment even without the context of the research program that had just been provided.  It took a lot for Naomi to be speechless, but seeing Melissa act this way actually began to worry her that something was wrong and that something had happened to Melissa.  

“Seriously, Missy, is all this for reals?  Are you in trouble or something?  I’m actually beginning to feel a little worried!”  Naomi sat back, trying to put all the pieces together and still needing help to do so. The twinge of compassion in Naomi’s voice seemed to prompt Melissa to open up and finally engage Naomi in a conversation.

“No, no, I’m fine…I mean I’m not in trouble,”  Melissa had wondered if in fact she was fine, since sharing the idea of this research program hadn’t been her idea in the first place.  And before she knew it, she was recounting every detail of the last couple days.  It felt good to be able to share everything with someone, but as she finished, she hoped Naomi wouldn't use all this against her.  “I mean look, I know it sounds like a silly project, but I kind of want to do it.  I mean, it pays $10,000 and…”

“10,000!?!?!?!?” Naomi interjected.  “Are you kidding me?  They are going to pay you $10,000 to be a baby for three months?!”  Naomi’s volume had more than tripled with this last declaration causing most of the food court to pause and look awkwardly at the two girls. 

Melissa nervously grabbed her hair and started twisting the ends, a nervous twitch that she had developed at an early age.  With her head now tilted down again to avoid the attention Naomi’s declaration had created, Melissa softly replied, “Yes…and since Mark dumped me….”

“MARK DUMPED YOU?!?!”  Naomi again announced to the world, again causing ripples of glares and stares to cascade back to the table where the girls sat.  

Now completely startled, Melissa was surprised to feel a small amount of urine leak into her panties.  She immediately brought her knees together and clamped down, tensing her entire body as she now blushed a deep crimson and wished she could just get up and run away.  Trying her best to be resilient, Melissa again tried to respond to Naomi, but her voice now had an obvious quiver.  

“Yes…sorry I thought everyone would know by now…yes he dumped me…so I don’t want to really be around school right now anyways.”

Between the twirling of her hair, the obvious tensing of her body, and the change in Melissa’s speech, Naomi knew Melissa was reaching a limit.  She wasn’t exactly sure what limit it was or why it was causing such a reaction, but she decided to play a hunch.  Leaning forward, and in stark contrast to her previous exclamations, Naomi quietly but directly asked Melissa, “Missy are you wetting yourself again?”

The words hung in the air, but the question again caused yet another trickle of urine to escape into Melissa’s thin panties.  Being thongs, they did little to contain the leak and the dress on her bottom quickly developed a dark wet spot.  

Even as Melissa stuttered and mumbled looking unsuccessfully for a way to lie and say “no”, Naomi had her answer.  Quickly pushing her luck, Naomi shifted gears as her own mind started conniving a variety of scenarios of what to do with this information.  “Shhh…shhhh…look, Missy, it’s ok…your secret has been safe with me, and it will be.”  Sliding her chair next to Melissa, she more tenderly put her arm around her shoulder and continued consoling, “I’m sorry about Mark…total jerk move on his part…don’t worry I’ll make sure we deal with him later.  Missy, if you really think about it, this whole research thing seems like a total no brainer.  You should totally do it…I mean school is a drag, Mark is a jerk, you get paid $10,000 and let’s be honest, if you are having wetting issues again, no one will know if you are supposed to be like…like…well…”

“Like a baby?” Melissa took the bait that Naomi had thrown out…she had hoped Melissa would complete the sentence.  There was something about getting people to finish a sentence that helped them get buy-in to the idea, even if they didn’t necessarily agree with it.  

“Well, yes, but we know you’d be playing a part, Melissa, so no one would even care that you wet your pants or diapers or whatever because you would be ‘in character’.  I mean, what is the downside here?”  Naomi leaned back and looked up as if thinking about something before adding the frosting on top, “I mean…I’m actually kind of jealous…while I’m taking finals and dealing with graduation drama, you would be getting pampered…literally.”  Naomi smiled at her own pun.

“My only question is how can I help?”  Naomi hoped her persuasive efforts worked yet again.  If someone asked Naomi why she appeared to be coaxing Melissa to join the program, she probably wouldn’t have been able to give you an exact answer.  Yet, she trusted her instincts and felt like something about this would also ultimately benefit Naomi.  If nothing else, it would be good to follow the money and see what happened.

Melissa had always thought Naomi was nice, but she didn’t really know Naomi since she ‘lived’ in a completely different friend ecosystem than Melissa would ever experience.  As a result, Naomi’s encouragement, empathy, and directness didn’t shock Melissa.  What did captivate and surprise her all at once, however, was the invitation to help.  She was desperately trying to think of something she could say in response, but her mind couldn’t begin to think what Naomi could be doing to “help.”

“I..um…I…I guess I don’t know…” Melissa finally managed to offer.

“Well how about a refill to start?” Naomi offered, taking Melissa’s cup and heading back to the soda fountain.  “Oh, and why don’t you text Tammy and see if she’s ready for us?”

Melissa sat somewhat dumbstruck at how that had all transpired.  She was relieved that the whole conversation hadn’t been even more embarrassing than it was.  She felt good that a friend thought she wasn't crazy for considering the program, but she was also anxious and surprised that she had again wet her panties.  Memories triggered as her mind flooded her receptors of a time when she was eleven and had gone over to Naomi’s for a pool party.  Several of their friends were there and they were having a great time drinking too much soda, eating too much junk food and occasionally jumping in the pool to cool off.    

After one such dip in the pool, Melissa found herself laying back on one of the reclinable pool chairs with her four friends surrounding her on similar chairs.  They were sitting up and facing in, putting Melissa awkwardly at the center of attention.  Water dripped off of Melissa and seeped through the cracks in the chair leaving a wet mark below the chair.  Melissa felt the growing urge to pee from all the soda they had been drinking, but didn’t want to disrupt the conversation which had interestingly shifted to several of the boys they all found dreamy.  After ten minutes had passed, Melissa’s urge was reaching new heights and she tried to excuse herself to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Melissa!  Wait a sec…I’m not done with the story about Jake…you need to hear this…believe me, you out of all of us will want to hear the end of this!” Naomi’s arm had gently pushed back on Melissa’s shoulder to have her stay seated while she continued to describe how this other girl had been trying desperately to get Jake’s attention and all the things that she had tried and failed.  Melissa wanted to pay attention, but her bladder redirected her mental focus.  Somewhere in the deeper recesses of her conscience, the idea bubbled up that she could slowly pee right where she was because there was already water dripping and a wet area under her chair.  This idea gained rapid acceptance in her brain’s decision making node and soon Melissa was outwardly pretending to follow the conversation, while focusing physically on letting small amounts of pee release into her bikini bottom and drip harmlessly to the ground below.  

As the urine escaped into her bikini, her eyes would dart down to make sure it wasn’t too noticeable, but everyone seemed entranced in Naomi’s dramatically told story of a girl’s crush gone bad.  Melissa didn’t see, however, that the story teller herself, had taken an interest in the slightly more rapid dripping that was coming from the chair.  

Being gifted in multi-tasking, part of Naomi’s mind quickly deduced that Melissa was probably having a wetting incident right before her eyes while she continued to tell her story without pause.  Part of her felt bad because she had stopped Melissa from getting up to use the bathroom, but another part of her wanted to see if she could “influence the situation” to see if she was right.  

Quickly Naomi decided to add even greater shock and awe to her story as a way to “jolt” her audience, carefully observing to see if anything changed in Melissa’s posture or the flow of “water” dripping through the chair.  “Then BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!” Naomi shouted and jumped up off the chair before quickly sitting down again.  “The firecracker went off early and nearly made everyone, including Becky and Jake deaf!” 

The jolt had its intended effect, and Melissa’s fright, which already tended to be more exaggerated and extreme than normal, shot through the roof, releasing a series of hormones into her body and relinquishing momentary control of her bladder which allowed urine to race through any obstacles of resistance.  All the girls gasped and jumped, but Naomi paid attention to Melissa and saw exactly what she had suspected.  There was a stream of urine that broke through the bikini and surfaced before racing down between her thighs and spilling in a stream onto the patio below.  The stream pulsed as Melissa tried to regain control, but panic had now spread on top of the fright with Melissa now certain that everyone could see her wetting herself.  She tried to lean forward instinctively trying to use her body to stop the warm flow that was now exceedingly obvious to anyone who was looking.  Fortunately for Melissa, the other girls were all looking at each other and talking about how ridiculous it was that poor Becky had tried a firework show to get Jake’s attention.  Unfortunately for Melissa, Naomi’s arm once again reached out and kept Melissa from getting up.  Naomi now leaned forward toward Melissa as the other girls continued to chatter, oblivious to the continence crisis unfolding below. 

Speaking softly enough for only Melissa to hear, Naomi whispered, “It’s ok, it’s my fault, just finish peeing, I’ll cover you.”  And with that Melissa’s mind, further shocked that she had now been ‘caught’ in the act, gave permission to let the remaining urine join the great escape to the growing puddle below Melissa’s chair.  A small stream of urine was next seen breaking the barrier of the puddle creating a small stream of pee that slowly ran away from the girls back under the chair.  

Naomi made note and quickly went to work to honor what she had said she would do.  Running over to the pool, Naomi did a cannon ball as she jumped in.  “Last one in is a rotten egg!” 

Her ‘posse’ obediently and quickly followed, leaving Melissa as the last to get up and run to the pool.  Naomi saw the last stream of urine now start running down her leg as Melissa bounded into the pool to escape the shame that was enveloping her body and mind.  Naomi directed everyone over to the other side of the pool and continued her regaling.

“The best part,” she finally concluded, “is that later Jake told his friend Mike who told my friend James that Jake likes…are you ready for this....” Naomi paused for dramatic effect, “MELISSA!”  If Melissa's heartrate hadn't already been racing in overdrive and if she wasn’t already ten shades of red then this announcement would have done the trick.  As it was, Melissa was glad to be in the water and holding on to the side, otherwise she was afraid she might have fainted.  The other girls quickly turned to look at Melissa who had yet to “develop” where her friends were already on their way to young womanhood.  As Melissa stood there, she looked as much 7 as she did 11 and it was hard for everyone to imagine that Jake would have picked her.  It wasn’t her looks, she was actually a pretty young girl, it was more her demeanor.  Melissa always faded into the background and the surprise that wore on everyone’s’ faces was more akin to Prince Charming choosing Cinderella over themselves.  

“Told you I have your back…” Naomi leaned in one final time so only Melissa could hear.  There were no words that Melissa could utter and she knew she ‘owed’ Naomi for covering for her.  She was so socially awkward that she couldn’t even react verbally to the reveal that Jake was interested in her.

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Sitting back down at the table in the food court, Naomi slid Melissa’s drink over to her, simultaneously observing that Melissa seemed checked out at the moment.  

“Hey, you ok?  You know I’ve got your back right?” Naomi offered, the very words immediately sending a jolt of anxiety through Melissa, both bringing  her back to the present and also allowing another  trickle of urine to escape through her panties and dress to the seat below. 

Melissa allowed her mouth to slightly drop open; a reaction to the words being spoken that she had just relived in her memory.  Naomi, the perceptive and intuitive one, immediately thought that perhaps Naomi was having another accident.  Leaning forward, Naomi did a quick check around to make sure no one else was in earshot and offered, “um…don’t be offended by this, but did you have another little accident?” Naomi just locked her eyes on Melissa’s an invisible force inviting and drawing Melissa to trust and follow Naomi without pause.

Melissa didn’t even register a thought about if or how she should respond, she just found her head nodding in agreement that yes, she had just had an accident.  Shame immediately started spreading over Melissa again as she realized not only what was happening physically, but finally catching up to the fact that she hadn’t even hesitated in acknowledging her accident to Naomi. 

Naomi’s face mixed surprise with expectant affirmation that she knew her hunch was right.  While she hadn’t expected such a quick acknowledgement, she also knew to always trust her gut.  “Missy, it’s ok” Naomi shifted back to the younger nickname on purpose, but didn’t pause to draw attention to it, “Do you still have to go or was it a bigger accident?”  Naomi’s tone had suddenly shifted to more of a big sister talking to her younger sibling, but Melissa paid no heed as she was rapidly losing a grip, her mind trying to figure out a rubric to decide if the current wetting of her pants qualified as a small or large accident.  Instinctively, Melissa looked down to her lap, hoping that doing so might help her answer the question.  

Just then, Tammy returned with a couple of bags and a warm smile on her face before sitting down to join the girls. “I hope I’m not interrupting!  I just thought I’d check back to see how you two were doing.  I was going to grab a couple things at the pharmacy and thought I’d just see if you needed more time.”

Tammy, also an intuitive, quickly read the glances that Melissa and Naomi were exchanging and knew something was amiss.  Her heart sank.  Tammy’s first thought was that it had not gone well in their discussion of the research and that Melissa was now having second thoughts.  I mean what 18-year-old friend would be like “yes, you should miss the last three months of high school so you can wear baby clothes and try to act like a sister to help another baby develop?”  Tammy’s heart started racing.  

“Well, I can give you more time if you need,” Tammy offered, standing with hopes that maybe they just needed more time to talk about it.  Just then Tammy’s phone chimed with a notification that she had received a text. Worried it might be Mabel texting about Cammie, she took her phone from her purse and looked down.  

It appears Melissa had an accident….not sure what to do?

Glancing up, Tammy noticed that Naomi had her phone in her lap as Melissa was busy staring up somewhat hopelessly at Tammy, as if she was trying to find the words to say “help” but unsure how to do so,.  Relief quickly spread over Tammy as she realized the awkwardness was not over the program, but over the fact that Melissa was sitting in wet panties in the middle of the food court.

“Ok, well if it’s ok, I’ll just leave these bags here and grab what I need from the pharmacy. I won’t be but another 10 minutes or so and then we should probably head to your Mom’s Melissa. Naomi is that going to be enough time?” Tammy intentionally looked at Naomi for a response, giving a small wink as she did so.

“Yes, that should be just fine,” Naomi said playing along but unsure what Tammy was going to do.  Before Melissa could mumble anything to change the course of events, Tammy grabbed her purse and took several quick and long strides in the direction of the pharmacy that was just outside the mall.  

Naomi turned to see tears starting to well up in Melissa’s eyes at the same time that a text response came to her phone.

Thank you, Naomi, for not embarrassing Melissa.  I’ll grab some ‘protection’ at the pharmacy.  I should have some clothes in the bag she can change into.  I’ll hurry back as fast as I can.  

“Missy, seriously, it will be ok, you have a lot on your mind….don’t worry!” Naomi consoled Melissa, softly grabbing her hand.  “What can I do to help, honey?”  Again, Naomi offered assistance while inflecting her voice in the way a mother would talk to a younger toddler.  

Missy, while grateful that she hadn’t yet been forced to stand up, realized that she also couldn’t sit in the mall all day waiting for her panties and dress to dry out.  She also still needed to pee.  “I…I’m not sure….” Melissa could only muster these few words as her mind tried and failed to craft a way out of all this.

“OK,” Naomi’s voice now had a more in-charge tone like a mother about to help fix a baby’s problem.  “So here’s what we are going to do.  I’m going to go over to the family restroom and see if it is unoccupied while you wait here and watch Tammy’s bags.  Then I’ll come back, and if it’s available, we’ll take all the stuff and go use that bathroom to get you cleaned up, ok?”

Melissa again just felt mesmerized by the strength and comfort that radiated from Naomi’s eyes as she issued her instructions.  While she wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just use the ladies restroom, she found her head nodding in agreement as Naomi rose and headed off at a quick pace to check if the family bathroom was free.

Melissa was now left to her thoughts and rising urge to pee.  Her mouth instinctively sought the straw for some form of distractive comfort.  Even though Melissa was still fighting her full bladder, she also found herself sipping at the refill, looking around the mall to see if anyone noticed the crisis unfolding.  

Hands clenched on her lap, she crossed her legs and leaned forward against the edge of the table trying her best to clamp down, but increasingly panicked.  Her mind even shamed her with the awareness that she didn’t even have a diaper on, adding to the stress signals that were rippling through Melissa’s body.  She thought about just going to the ladies room, but she couldn’t leave Tammy’s bags and even began to fear what might happen if she even just stood up. 

Another little squirt escaped as Melissa tried to hold on, she could feel the liquid now beginning to make a smaller puddle directly under her bottom in the well of the chair, the urine having nothing left to absorb it and nowhere else to go.  Clenching down, Melissa gave her last ounces of energy to hold back the flood that was now pulsing for release between her legs.  

Then….SNAP.

Something suddenly changed deep within Missy’s psyche.  At this moment, unbeknownst to Melissa’s conscience thought, a decision was made somewhere deep in Melissa’s to surrender. Could some part or Melissa’s body have exerted itself to hold out a little longer? Perhaps.  But for the part of her brain that had been processing endless inputs of stress and thought, constant fear and anxiety, the time had come to just stop fighting.  The signal didn’t even have time to reach Melissa’s conscious mind, instead her body took over.  Her legs drifted slightly apart, her muscles all released at once and something told her to just lean back in her chair and relax.  A torrent of urine sprayed out from under her now soaked thong.  Melissa’s dress helped redirect any of the resulting spray caused from the urine stream rapidly assaulting her panties and a river of urine quickly filled the crevice of her bottom and the chair below.  Soon a drip could be heard that grew to a ripple as her pee spilled over the side of the chair and onto the floor.  There was no resistance from Melissa.  She did nothing to try and stop it, nothing but sit and allow herself to feel the relief as her bladder pressure subsided.  She was numb, she no longer cared if anyone saw, her body and that corner of her mind had collaborated to say “enough is enough.”

Melissa opened her legs a little wider, pushing even more of the urine over the edge of her chair, the cooler air against her wet thigh sending the signal that she was completely soaked and the slightest of moves on her part would only re-emphasize this fact and draw further attention to the waterfall that had just now begun to subside off the edge of her chair.  As Melissa glanced down to survey the now darkened wet patch of her dress and the pool of urine below, Tammy and Naomi returned, their quick pace instantly halted as they reached the table and surveyed the damage done by Melissa’s bladder.  Melissa slumped back in her chair, oblivious to their return and time suddenly stood still for everyone.

It was hard to tell if the nurse reacted first or Naomi, but the frozen pause only lasted several moments before both jumped into action.  Naomi immediately went to Melissa’s side, reached over and intentionally spilled her full cup of soda onto Melissa’s lap.  The cold ice hit Melissa’s crotch perfectly, causing soda and ice to splatter everywhere.  The unexpected action caused Melissa to jump forward, back into some form of present awareness.  Tammy, at first surprised, quickly understood Naomi’s gesture.  

“Oh no!  I’m so sorry!”  Naomi said loud enough so that people looked over only to see the soda cup in Melissa’s lap and liquid spreading everywhere under the chair and table.  Tammy immediately went over to the nearest fast food counter to ask for help with a mop or rags while Naomi grabbed napkins and started wiping off Melissa’s dress.  Melissa, for her part, just held her hands up in the air, her mouth agape, unable or unwilling to do anything except let events unfold.  

“That was sooo clumsy of me!  Oh, I’m so sorry!  Can we get some help here please?!” Naomi was now in full performance mode, her plea only added to the urgency of Tammy’s request for a mop or rags which employees now hastened to find.  Naomi continued her improvisation, grabbing Melissa’s arm and helping her to her feet.  As she stood, Melissa felt soda, pee and ice spill off the seat onto the floor at the same time that streams of liquid running down her leg coupled with the feeling of cool, soaked panties.  She stumbled as her legs cleared the chair, using Naomi’s arm to steady herself.  Standing there in her now soaked dress, Naomi continued to ‘have her back’ as the liquid that had been trapped in her dress and panties slowly dripped to the growing pool on the floor below.

With no regard for the fact that most of Melissa’s dress was soaked in pee, Naomi grabbed napkins and tried to pat down the dress, more to help accelerate the rest of the liquid leaving her clothes than in an attempt to dry her off.  “Oh Missy, I’m so sorry, please let me help you get cleaned up…this is all MY fault!”  As Naomi continued her dramatic performance, Missy stood still, her elbows bent and hands raised level with her head, making a helpless, statue pose.  Tammy returned with a cleaning crew in tow and before long, the pool or urine and soda had been contained and was being soaked up and then wrung out in a yellow container.   

Tammy grabbed all the bags as Naomi stood, grabbing Melissa by the hand leading the way toward the family bathroom. The whole time, Naomi mumbled apologies that served to act as ‘crowd control’ to the casual observer.  Everyone in the food court now believed that Naomi had spilled a drink onto this poor girl’s dress and efforts were underway to help clean her up.  It didn’t take but a couple of seconds until all the eyes that had turned to observe the crisis were content that the “what and why” of the tragedy had been resolved as they resumed their conversations or meals. 

Tammy brought up the rear of the procession, a wry smile breaking out as she instantly grew to appreciate Naomi and her ability to caringly improvise and take initiative.  In a way, Naomi reminded her a little of herself, a more “popular in school” version of herself, but the confidence and intuitive abilities seemed to be there.  Reaching the family restroom, they all piled in with Tammy locking the door behind them. 

Safely out of the public eye, Naomi let go of Melissa’s hand as she went over to the sink to start washing her hands.  Melissa just stood awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, legs splayed and a chill starting to run up her spine from the cold wet panties that still hugged her private parts.  It was Tammy’s turn to take lead.

Tammy instantly recognized that Melissa was emotionally struggling and that this was not the time to try and process what had happened.  In a way, Tammy wasn’t surprised as she’d already experienced these “accidents” with Missy a number of times over the last two days.  Moving behind Melissa, she moved the shoulder straps to the sides and started sliding the dress down Melissa’s sides.  Using her thumbs to get the dress over her hips, Tammy felt the soaked thong panties in her grasp join the ride down along with the dress as she bent down to get the dress all the way to the ground.  Next, Tammy used her hand to invite Melissa to raise one leg and then the other, allowing the dress and panties to be fully removed.  Melissa instinctively covered herself as she now stood naked in front of Tammy and Naomi. 

Tammy rose and gently used her left hand to encourage Missy to step back toward the wall while her right hand lowered the baby changing table behind her.  An older mall, the changing table was a much sturdier metallic model than the newer plastic versions.  As such it was designed to carry a lot more weight than the more modern versions.  Missy’s bottom hit the edge of the changing table about the same time that Tammy gave her first instructions to Naomi.  

“Can you please hand me that pharmacy bag, Naomi?”  Tammy kept one hand on Missy’s shoulder as if that would keep her still, pointing to the bag she was referencing.  Naomi was now the one to be impressed.  Tammy was taking charge in a way that Naomi never imagined she would be able to do.  She seemed to be acting as if Missy were her patient, doing everything methodically yet quickly to help provide comfort.  Naomi handed the bag to Tammy before stepping back to the sink on the other side of the bathroom. 

Tammy removed the package of wipes from the bag and asked Naomi to come over and help.  “Now Missy dear, we need you to lie back so we can get you cleaned up.  Naomi, the poor girl must weigh less than 100 pounds but can you just hold the table while I get her cleaned up?”  Missy couldn’t even object as she felt her body being guided down to the changing table.  The table was cold to her skin and goose bumps surfaced as a chill ran down her spine.  Her legs didn’t fit, so she instinctively bent her knees to allow her feet to rest on the edge of the end of the table.  Naomi braced the table behind Missy’s head as Tammy went between Missy’s legs on the other end, removing a number of wipes as she did so. 

Naomi wasn’t ready for what happened next.  

Missy just closed her eyes, that same recess of her mind giving up again and taking over her body inducing her to surrender and accept what was happening without objection.  Tammy took the wipes and began wiping down Missy’s lower half.  She started around Missy’s tummy and used wipe after wipe to literally bathe Missy in a wipe down that rivaled none other.   Naomi’s mouth fell slightly open as she stood in awe watching the total compliance of Missy blend with the assertive care from Tammy.  

Next, Tammy reached into the bag and pulled out a small package of Pampers diapers.  The diapers had a pink princess design on them which Naomi fixated on as Tammy tore the package open.  Quickly removing a diaper, she opened it and placed one end under Missy’s bottom, using her hand to help invite Missy to lift her hips as she did so.  Next, she grabbed the baby powder from the bag, and applied a liberal amount all over Missy’s private parts.  Missy’s pubic hair looked completely out of place for the events that were transpiring, and Tammy made a note that they should address that issue when the time came.  

As she worked, Tammy was beaming inside with a newfound confidence that Missy would go along with the program.  The embarrassment of this situation alone would likely propel her into at least giving it a try, and the sudden compliance and resignation that Missy was showing only convinced Tammy that they were on the right track.   In a way, she was also happy for Missy in that it seemed Missy was carrying too much stress and trauma from her past.  While not clear on how the program might help her, it seemed increasingly obvious that the “role” she would have to play would somehow fit into the needs she seemed to have.

Finally, Tammy pulled the front of the diaper up over Missy and pulled the tapes from the sides across the front.  The diaper was noticeably small, but did barely manage to fit, hugging her hips tightly but snuggly.  Missy just lay there with her arms over her breasts, her mind completely checked out, numb and just responding to the cues that Tammy’s hands gave her.  Naomi just took everything in, impressed, amazed and quite frankly flabbergasted at the events that had just transpired.  She even felt proud of herself for how she had ‘saved the day’ in handling the situation, but now she was even more impressed with the cool calmness Tammy continued to display.

“Ok honey, let’s get you dressed.”  Tammy said, making eye contact with Naomi and giving a nod for her to keep watch over their charge as Tammy put the supplies back into the pharmacy bag.  With Missy diapered, Tammy went over and took out an outfit she had bought earlier in the mall.  It was meant to be a surprise for Missy if and when she said she would do the assessment and try the program.  She thought it would be appropriate as a gift to show her thanks, but also to help ease the transition that would take Missy from 18-year-old down the age ladder.  She had found it in the junior section of Macy’s and thought it blended cute with function. 

As Tammy held the outfit up, giving it a once over to eyeball if it would fit, Naomi quickly saw that it was a plaid skirt with red suspenders.  There was a short-sleeved, white V-neck bodysuit that looked like a onesie that went along with it.  Next, Tammy pulled out a cute sweater.  Taking the bodysuit first, Tammy rolled it up so the neck opening was easy to access.  Naomi picked up on the cue and helped position Missy to allow Tammy to run the onesie over Missy’s head before they both worked to help Missy’s arms find the holes.  Once the bodysuit was successfully draped over Missy, Tammy went back between her legs and reached under her bottom to find the backside and pull it forward.  She made quick work of the snaps and in no time at all, Missy’s pampers were now mostly hidden by the bodysuit.  Next, Tammy took the skirt and placed Missy’s legs through before pulling it up and over her hips.  

“Ok, let’s get our little angel on her feet,” Tammy suggested with a smile, taking pride in her work and thankful that at least they had something to change Missy into.  Naomi helped slide Missy forward as Tammy turned her body sideways.  Hands gently pushing her from her backside indicated it was time for Missy to get up off the table and just as her feet hit the floor, her eyes saw her reflection in the mirror.  There was no real reaction from Missy, her mind and body again overwhelmed by the willingness to just let go, but the first emotion to hit Missy was one of comfort.  She saw a younger girl in the mirror and somehow it felt right.  There wasn’t fear or embarrassment anymore, it felt right.  The skirt flared excessively out with more of a childish look, but Missy was more aware of the padding around her bottom, the pull of the onesie holding everything secure which all contributed to the sense of calm and rightness that pervaded her being.  Naomi and Tammy attached the suspenders silently before Tammy took the sweater and held it behind Missy, with Naomi ultimately helping her find the arm holes after she had shown no sign of doing it on her own.  

Tammy used the bag that had held the new outfit for Missy’s wet clothes and without another word being said, all the bags were collected, and the trio exited the bathroom and began walking to the parking lot and towards Tammy’s car.  Everyone was quiet as they walked, each processing everything that had happened from different perspectives.  

Naomi was shocked and intrigued.  She had known about Missy’s wetting issues, but to see manifested so significantly and publicly had surprised her.  She also felt an intrigue about this research program.  For as much as the meeting had evidently been to help Missy process this decision, her intuition left her sensing that there could be some kind of opportunity for her, although she still struggled to know exactly what.

Tammy couldn’t help but interpret the latest accident as an indication that Missy would give the program a try, but she also began to worry that Missy had a lot of unresolved issues that needed to be addressed.  She wondered if Missy would actually be accepted as a role model when the latest incident suggested that she made need some type of therapy herself.

With each step, Missy seemed to regain a sense of the presence and an awareness of what had just happened.  She couldn’t help but replay the fact that she had ‘chosen’ to just let herself wet herself.  And what’s more it didn’t embarrass her, it didn’t faze her, there was no fear or worry.  She couldn’t understand why, but something was suddenly different.  As she felt the air pass under her new skirt, she knew she looked like a little girl.  As she felt the onesie hold her padded pamper against her skin, she knew it was babyish.  As she considered how “wrong” this should have felt, she knew it didn’t.  But what she didn’t understand was why she felt this way.  

Reaching her car, Tammy opened the door for Missy who took her spot in the passenger seat.  Naomi helped Tammy load up the trunk with all the bags as Missy struggled to fasten her seatbelt.  

“Well, that was quite something wasn’t it?” Tammy half-observed and half-asked of Naomi, wondering what Naomi’s reaction would be.

“Um…you could say that for sure.”  Naomi answered.  “I’m a little worried about her to be honest,” Naomi offered.  “I mean I knew she had had some wetting challenges growing up but I had no idea it was like this.”

Almost trying to change the direction of the conversation, Tammy offered, “Well, you handled that incredibly well, Naomi.  I mean to think on your feet like that and make it look like you spilled a drink on her was both brilliant and compassionate all at once.  Seriously, you guys might not be the closest of friends, but you really treated her like one.”

It took a lot for Naomi to blush, but then again, it was rare that she heard praise, and Naomi found herself in an unusual position of not quite knowing what to say next.  Tammy relieved her of that burden by continuing, “I don’t know what you guys got to talk about, but I just want you to know that I truly want the best for Missy as much as I do for my own daughter.  I don’t quite know how, but I think this research program might help Missy as much as it may help Cammie.”  Tammy closed the trunk and turned to face Naomi.

“Somehow, I believe you.  I mean I don’t really know you, but the way you took care of her…that was amazing….awkward, but amazing!”  Both girls let out a nervous laugh as they also found themselves able to make light of an otherwise strange situation.  “You were masterful with getting her cleaned up and I was amazed at how responsive she was to you.”

“You are very kind to say so.  Well, look, I’m going to take her to her mom’s and I guess we will see where this all goes…hey, if this research thing works out, would you be up for some babysitting?  I mean, I have an elderly lady that helps out, but I know that there will be times where I will need some extra hands.”

“YES, I’d love to!” Naomi blurted out, even surprising herself at the speed with which she answered.  Her intuition beat her mind in processing the question as she felt that anything that might bring her closer to the program would help her ultimately figure out what might be in it for her.

The ladies said their farewells and as Tammy made her way to the driver side, Naomi came up to the window where Missy had finally succeeded in fastening the seatbelt.  Leaning in the window, Naomi smiled and reached her arm in, gently placing it on Missy’s shoulder.  “Missy, it is going to be ok.  And for whatever it’s worth, I absolutely think you should give this research program a go.  I’ve got your back and somehow I think this could be good for everyone involved.  Please let me know if I can help, ok?”  Naomi smiled, patted her shoulder and stepped away before Missy could even reply, not that Missy knew what to say.

“Thank you?!”  Missy was finally able to offer as Naomi reached the sidewalk, turned and gave a small wave before walking back to her car. 

Starting the car, Tammy turned to face Missy before backing out.  “Are you ok?  That had to be scary!”  Missy was again in awe.  Of all the things that she expected to hear, are you ok was not one of them.  

“Do I have to see my mother right now?” Missy asked in a somewhat whiny toddler tone.

Tammy was surprised that Missy didn’t want to address the bladder carnage that had just happened or what her friend had processed with her, and didn’t quite know how to respond.  She didn’t want to “make” Missy do anything, including seeing her mother, but then again, she knew it would be important to keep everyone united if this went forward.

“Missy, dear, I know that was a lot, but I do think we need to see your mother.  If everyone takes a little ownership of this, I think it will work a lot better for everyone and that means letting people share in the decision itself.”  Missy had zoned out most of what Tammy said, as a child would stop listening when an answer was given that they didn’t want to hear.  Missy turned her head away to look out the window and crossed her arms in front of her chest in some sort of silent protest.

“Look, I’m not going to ‘make’ you do anything, but if you don’t even want to respect my suggestion on this now, would you really be able to play the role of seeing me as your ‘mother’ for the research program?”  Tammy wasn’t sure if that was too harsh, but it came out of her lips before she could filter it.

Missy’s shoulder’s slumped.  Her head looked down and a moment later she turned to look at Tammy.  It was in that moment that she KNEW she was going to do the program for sure.  She wanted to be in this role, the part of her mind that had surrendered her bladder earlier was now surrendering her will to a place where she wouldn’t have to stress or worry or care what anyone else thought of her.  And if seeing her mother before having a chance to start this process was what Tammy suggested, then that is what she will do.

“I’m sorry.  I know you have done nothing but shown me grace and empathy.  Let’s go see my mother if that’s what you think is best.  I guess I’m just more sure than ever I’d like to do this, and am probably ready to get started.  I’d also rather not have to face my mom with all this, even if you have prepped her and everything.  Please help me get through that part of it?”  Missy surprised herself in her plea for help, but also took comfort in knowing she trusted Tammy more and more to protect her. 

“Missy, I’m on your team.  We can do all of this together, ok?”  And with that Tammy put her hand on Missy’s thigh and squeezed her before letting go and backing out.  Now it was Tammy who had a tear welling up in her eyes…she was sure Missy would join, she had a shot to help her baby girl, now her mind started focusing on what they needed to do to convince Mary and Dr. Hadley. 

[YourFNF]

Yeah Naomi is definitely a mommy dom in the making XD

Low key jealous of Melissa getting to do this TBH ??

[DLJeff52]

Chapter 17 Down the Rabbit Hole

As they pulled out of the mall parking lot, Tammy began to realize it was probably safe for her to start planning as though they were going to the assessment in the morning.  She decided that she would slowly start trying to help Missy get into character without being overtly demanding that she do certain things.  Her hope was that whatever Dr. Hadley planned to throw at her or them during the assessment, it would be easier for everyone to respond if they were already playing their parts.

“Missy, dear,” Tammy said only slightly deviating from her normal speech to assume a more motherly tone, “I think it would be best if you just use your diaper for the rest of the day.  If you end up wetting or messing in it, just let me know and we’ll get you changed, but it seems like would just make it easier for everyone so we don’t risk any more accidents, ok?”

Missy was looking out the window, her mind somewhat foggy from everything that had happened at the mall to the dread of facing her mother to talk about the program.  There was about a thirty second delay between Tammy’s words being spoke and Missy’s brain registering what had been said.  Just as Tammy was about to say something, Missy slowly turned her head to face Tammy.

“Ok” Missy simply said with an almost eerie calm before turning to look back out the window.  The surrendering force within Missy was again in control and she increasingly realized that it would probably be best to just go along with whatever was asked of her for the time being.  There was a true confidence that Tammy would watch out for her, Tammy’s actions in the last three days had provided sufficient evidence of that.  So, more and more, the conscious part of Missy’s mind yielded to this growing internal desire to just let things be and not worry about whatever may come of her wearing and using diapers.

Tammy, though pleased with the reaction, was again realizing that there was a growing change in Missy’s demeanor.  Not that Missy had been particularly demonstrative or vocal at any point during the last three days, but the laissez-faire attitude and general physical calm that Tammy saw governing Missy’s words and actions was a noticeable difference.

“Would you like me to go over the details of the program again for your mother and then leave you guys to talk it through?” Tammy offered trying to further engage Missy to get a read on her mindset.  

“NOOO!” Missy suddenly screamed out, with a cry and intensity of a young girl perhaps seeing a scary snake.  “You can’t leave me alone…I…I…I don’t want to…” And as she fumbled for an ability to express her fear of being left to talk with her mother, she both felt and heard a stream of urine begin shooting into her diaper.  She slightly spread her legs automatically in response to the growing warmth between her legs, the act catching Tammy’s eye as she maneuvered through traffic.

“It’s ok, honey…please calm down!” Tammy said very much now using a tone she had reserved for Cammie.  “I’m happy to stay with you and talk all this through together, don’t worry.”  

Tammy paused and wondered if Missy would actually share that she had wet her diaper and needed a change or if she would remain silent about it.  While Tammy wasn’t 100% sure Missy had wet her pampers, she recognized the squirming against her bottom that Missy was doing in her chair and suspected the Size 7 pampers was already near capacity.

As they pulled into the driveway at Missy’s house, Missy just stared out the front window of the car.  She hadn’t been home since Friday morning and not only did it feel like that was ages ago, but a real chill of fear ran up her spine at the prospect of walking inside.  A home should be a place where you feel safe, welcome and at peace, but that was the farthest from Missy’s feelings as she replayed leaving Friday morning to meet her friend for lunch all the way through to this moment where she sat in a diaper and bodysuit type onesie dreading to go back inside.  

Her reverie was broken when she felt the snaps under her skirt being undone and a hand pushing against the diaper between her legs.  Instead of closing her legs, Missy was surprised that her body's reaction was to spread her legs wider as she looked down at the intruding hand.

“Missy, honey, you are soaked!  I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear, but you are going to need to tell me if you are wet, especially since you only have Pampers on right now.  They were the only diaper that was available at the pharmacy, and while they do look super cute on you, they aren’t going to hold up to very many wettings.”  Tammy had retrieved her hand and was now getting ready to exit the car as she gave her next instructions to Missy.  

“Well, I’m assuming you don’t want me to change you inside, so jump in the back seat and we’ll get this done as quickly as possible.”  Tammy exited the car and went to the trunk to grab another diaper along with the wipes and baby powder she had purchased earlier.  A part of her was upset she hadn’t brought a diaper bag for Missy, but then again, she was still surprised at the idea she would even need it.  That was definitely changing and Tammy’s mind quickly started doing an inventory of what items she might actually need for Missy if they were accepted to the program.  

When she returned she saw Missy standing by the back door, her feet slightly turned in and her head gently cocked forward with a look in her eyes that was confused.  She knew Tammy had asked her to get in the backseat, but it hadn’t registered with her what was about to happen.  As a result, her body had gone halfway by getting out of the car but couldn’t get itself to open the back door and layout in the backseat.  

Tammy saw the deer in the headlights look and paused, glancing at the house to see if anyone had noticed them yet.  Not seeing anyone looking out or any signs that Mary was aware of her arrival, Tammy turned back to Missy.  “Come on, honey, lay down and I can have this done in less than a minute.”  Tammy opened the back door, and put her hand in the small of Missy’s back inviting her toward the back seat.  Missy finally stepped into the car, getting on all fours on the backseat before turning her whole body around to lay back on the seat.  The bump in the middle caused her to arch her back and thrust her wet diaper toward Tammy while her head lay back early unable to lift high enough to see to her feet. 

“That’s a girl, now see how easy it is when you just listen to Mommy?”  Tammy had intentionally and somewhat brazenly used ‘Mommy’ as part of her effort to continue to operate under the assumption they were going to see Dr. Hadley in the morning.  She wanted Missy to be in as good a position as any to demonstrate her ability to play the role that was needed.  She did have a twang of regret after she said it since they were about to go in and sit down with Missy’s actual mother, but that moment passed quickly as she adeptly slid the new Pampers under Missy’s bottom before quickly ripping off the tabs of the wet diaper.  Tammy appreciated the ‘wet indicators’ on diapers and saw that she had been correct in her assessment that Missy would quickly fill up these child diapers that were designed for a much smaller void. 

As she wiped Missy clean, her head peaked out of the window again to make sure no one was about to walk by or observing the change that was happening.  Satisfied, she looked back down and began sprinkling lavender baby powder over Missy’s private parts.  Missy lay completely still, her body savoring the whole process, her nose growing ensconced with the pleasant aroma of the powder.  Missy was drifting into contentment when Tammy again spoke.

“Missy, I think we should consider having you shower while we’re here and collect any toiletries you might need.  It will probably be good for you to clean off your skin, and I think you should shave everywhere so that we don’t have to keep dealing with all this hair when we change you, ok?”  Tammy spoke so matter-of-factly and Missy was still processing the fact that Tammy had referred to herself as “mommy” when that she didn’t even object to the instruction that had been given to shave her privates.

“Ok…......mommy.”  Missy surprised even herself with her response.  It wasn’t like she had debated whether to do it.  Some part of her had already decided that was what should be said before she even had a conscious moment to even think about what was being asked and what was happening. 

“Good girl!” Tammy said, inwardly thrilled at the way in which Missy was assuming the role without even needing to be told to “start”.  Tammy secured the new pamper’s tapes and gently tapped the diaper before pulling the onesie snaps up and over the diaper to secure them.  She stepped back and gave one final check of the surroundings, only seeing a small child riding a big wheel in a driveway several houses down. 

“Ok, honey, let’s go inside.”  Tammy smartly grabbed another diaper and placed it in her purse along with the wipes and powder.  Missy slid her bottom out of the car, feeling the onesie pull up tightly against her diaper as she did so and realizing how much she loved the feeling of a snug diaper gripping her bottom.  Her feet finally found the driveway and she lifted herself out of the car, the crumpled skirt bunched up above her waist as she stood up.   For a moment her onesie and diaper would have been plainly visible if anyone had been watching or passing by.  Missy used her hands to smooth her skirt down and followed Tammy toward the front door. 

What both Tammy and Missy hadn’t realized, though, was that Missy's sister Sarah had her bedroom on the front corner of the house, and since the setting sun had been reflecting off her window, neither had seen her standing there observing the entire diaper change.  For as nervous as Missy was as Tammy knocked on the front door, Sarah was absolutely horrified at what she had just seen.  Her sister, who, granted, she didn’t really care for, had just had her diaper changed by a stranger all the while acting as if all this was completely some normal occurrence.  

“Mom!!!” Sarah yelled out, not knowing what else to do, but instinctively responding in her familiar modus operandi of tattling on her big sister.  Mary heard the call from the back just as she opened the door to let Tammy and Missy inside.

[YourFNF]

Oooh shit I bet there's about to be drama...

[DLJeff52]

Chapter 18 Family Ties

Mary opened the door and immediately went to wrap her arms around her daughter.  Even though it had only been days since Tammy had come into her daughter’s life, the dialog, transparent conversations and ability to open up a little about life as a mother was already starting to cause a change in Mary’s temperament.  Missy was so stunned at the greeting, that her arms delayed reciprocating the embrace that her mother offered, no one but Sarah noticing the rather childish outfit that Missy was wearing.  

Tammy caught Sarah's entrance into the room before Mary or Missy as she more than dramatically entered the living room, her demeanor suggesting she was about to burst at the seams.  Tammy’s intuition told her “trouble” right away.  She saw a glare in Sarah’s eyes, and before Sarah could say anything, Tammy slipped by the mother daughter embrace and took a step toward Sarah, “conveniently” putting herself between Sarah and Mary.  

“And you must be Sarah?  Tammy said, extending her hand toward Sarah.  “Melissa has said so much about you, especially how good you are in school.”  This, of course, was a lie as Melissa hadn’t spoken about Sarah at all and Tammy only knew Sarah even existed because of conversations she had had with Mary.  But, the question served its purpose as it was enough to throw Sarah off her stride and change her glare into a confused gaze.  

“Tell me,” Tammy continued softly so that only Sarah could hear, “Is it as hard to be the younger sister as everyone says it is?  My younger sister hated how everyone compared her to me as she came through school, yet somehow you seem to be doing so well with it!” 

“Um, yeah…well it’s not so bad…” Sarah answered trying to peer around Tammy to get her mother’s attention.  Sarah was desperate to let her mother know what she had seen, but it had suddenly become very awkward to interject.  

Mary finally released her embrace, “I feel like it’s been forever, honey!” Mary beamed, now noticing the outfit that stood before her.  “Oh this is cute!” Mary encouraged, giving her daughter’s appearance a full review. Neither of the sisters knew that Tammy had texted Mary earlier, sharing that Missy had expressed a strong interest in the program and would it be ok if Tammy started taking some steps to prepare Missy for the assessment.  So while Mary’s apparent acceptance of Missy’s childish outfit didn’t catch Tammy off guard, it did equally surprise and confuse Missy and Sarah respectively. 

“Now come on in everyone and let’s grab a seat, we have a lot to discuss! Sarah, could you please go get us some drinks?”  Mary hadn’t even looked in Sarah’s direction upon issuing the request, but Tammy noticed a silent huffiness in Sarah’s demeanor at being relegated to a waitress role.  

Sitting down, Mary did surprise everyone by cutting right to the chase.  “So, Melissa, sounds like this could be a great program to explore, what do you think?!”  Sarah entered with a tray of drinks and set them on the coffee table as all eyes turned to Missy who sat back in the couch, her knees slightly apart, skirt flared out around her.   Missy first glanced at Tammy, then back at Mary before trying to lean forward a little to answer. 

“Um…yes, I’d like to try it.” Missy was surprised at how hard it felt to articulate her desire to someone other than Tammy.  It was essentially acknowledging that she wanted to act and be treated like a baby/toddler so she could help a younger baby/toddler learn how to mimic her behaviors to see if that would help the other baby/toddler mature more rapidly.  Missy tried to put the focus on something other than all this. “I mean the money is amazing, and, well, I’m not really excited about finishing school since Mark dumped me.”  Again, Missy noticed how much work and energy it was taking simply to put these ‘big girl’ sentences together, but she knew she just needed to get through this as quickly as possible.

This was the first Sarah had heard about Mark dumping her, and she felt (a) shock at learning the news, but (b) relief because she had always thought Mark was a jerk, and beyond that (c) a little empathy for her sister that she would never show outwardly.  

Tammy saw Missy nearing “empty” with her words and stepped in to help.  “It is amazing that Melissa (Tammy avoided her younger name to not create any more tension than was already palpable) will be able to take home $10,000 after all this!  And I can’t tell you how grateful we are that my daughter will be able to participate.  As a single mom, you all appreciate how hard it is to create special opportunities for your daughters.”  

When Sarah heard that her sister stood to make $10k from whatever this program was, her jaw dropped and jealousy began to set in.  Tammy’s paying hommage to the efforts of a single mom also had the effect of freezing everyone in their tracks.  Even Sarah and Missy had a momentary reflection on how hard it must have been for their Mom to navigate everything on her own as Mary herself took a moment to feel the validation in the words that Tammy shared.  

Tammy felt the pause hanging in the air and took the initiative to keep the conversation moving.  “So the next step would be the assessment tomorrow with Dr. Hadley and then we would learn if Cammie and Melissa would be accepted.”

“And do we know anything about the assessment?” Mary asked, Sarah becoming increasingly interested in learning whatever details she could about this 'program'.

“Well,” Tammy collected herself, aware that Sarah was going to hear these words and wanting her best to provide Mary the details while not embarrassing Missy in front of her sister, “we know that they will be measuring Melissa’s ability to take instruction and perform the behaviors and tasks that the program will require for Melissa to be in the best position possible to mentor Cammie, but no, we don’t know exactly how they will assess that.”  Tammy was proud of her honest but vague answer.  

Sarah was starting to put the pieces together and before her brain could filter her thought it blurted out into the room, “Will she have to wear diapers?!”

Tammy could feel Missy’s body freeze as the inevitable elephant in the room trumpeted its presence.  Mary looked at Sarah, somewhat surprised at this question, as she hadn’t shared any details with her daughter. Just as Tammy was about to step in, Missy shocked her by looking straight at her sister and in the most clear, direct and firm voice Tammy had ever heard Missy speak, said, “If they want me to wear diapers for $10,000, I’m wearing diapers.”

Tammy leaned back, trying to veil her stunned, proud and excited reaction to this “outburst” from Missy.  The words seem to hang in the air, almost pushing Sarah back in her seat, taking the wind out of her tattling sails and leaving no doubt what was next.

“Mom, if it’s ok with you, I’d like to show Tammy my room and maybe take a shower and grab some things before we head out?”  Having put the diaper issue to bed, so to speak, Melissa was feeling a renewed resolve in her decision and confidence to follow Tammy’s lead. 

“Sure honey, would you like a sandwich or anything?” Mary asked, not even exactly sure how to respond to what she was hearing, and simply blurting out the first thing that came to mind.  Missy gave a subtle glance to Tammy who very discretely shook her head “no” before Missy replied.  “No thanks, Mom, we will need to get going so we can get ready for the assessment.”  Missy was just making something up on the fly, but realized it felt good to be able to take some control of the situation.  

As Missy rose, her skirt again bunched at her waist revealing the onesie and enclosed diaper below.  She smoothed it out as she stood and started walking toward her bedroom.  Tammy also got up to help follow as Mary rose to clean up the drinks and take them to the kitchen.  Sarah was dumbfounded and left to sit mystified on the couch. 

Reaching the bedroom, Tammy almost burst, “Missy, dear, you did such an amazing job out there! Wow, I’m so, so proud of you honey!  How do you feel?!”  Missy turned with a broad smile and her eyes welling up.

“I feel really scared, really good, and really hoping you will help me do all this!”  And with that Missy lurched toward Tammy, arms open and wanting an embrace that was immediately provided, a strong and warm hug holding her tight.

“You are truly amazing, Missy. And yes, yes I will!  Now let me help get you changed and you can take that shower, ok?  When you’re done just make enough noise so I know to come help you put your diaper on ok? And remember, please trust me, ok?”

“Ok” Missy replied as she lay back on her bed and allowed Tammy to unsnap her onesie and remove her diaper.  Tammy held the diaper up for Missy to see with a quizzical look on her face.  The diaper was wet.  Missy saw the yellow stained diaper and was also confused. Somewhere during the conversation, Missy had wet herself, but had no awareness that it had happened.

“Oh my God…” Missy whispered, but with an emphasis that showed her own surprise.  “But I don’t…I mean I didn’t….”  Lying on her back in a vulnerable position looking at a Pampers diaper she had evidently wet without realizing gave her surrendering voice even greater reign.  For the first time Missy’s conscious mind thought she might truly need diapers.

Tammy once again moved quickly to soften the blow and make it seem like it was no big deal and just part of the ‘program’.  “Attagirl!  I’m sure it will impress Dr. Hadley!” She joked with a big smile!  Tammy suddenly wondered where she should throw the dirty diaper as she rolled it up and taped it shut.  She removed the new diaper from her purse and left it on the bed, deciding that the dirty diaper was small enough to just place in her purse until she could dispose of it later.

“OK, so go take your shower and just make enough noise when you’re done so I’ll know to come back and help you get changed, ok?”  Tammy paused in the doorway, looking back at Missy and realizing that tomorrow was setting up to be a big day for everyone!

“Yes mommy,” Missy said in a softer voice smiling back!  

Missy got up and went into her shower.  It felt weird being home and Missy secretly looked forward to leaving and going back to Tammy’s place.  There was much less stress there and in all honesty, she was beginning to get excited about the program and the assessment.  She lathered up in the shower and then remembered Tammy’s comment about her pubic hair.  Without pause, she turned and lathered up with shaving cream before carefully taking her razor and slowly removing all evidence of her 18-year-old femininity.  She had never done this and had to take extra care to make sure she was able to get all the hair while also not cutting herself.  When she finished, she did one final full rinse of her body and got out to dry off. 

Stepping out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom, she was beginning to think about how she was going to make enough noise for Tammy to know to come without it being awkward, when, there, at the foot of her bed, holding her Pampers diaper stood Sarah with a smirk on her face.

“Ok wittle baby…come on over to the beddie pie!”  She cooed.  Missy saw that her bedroom door was shut and she thought about calling for help, but before she could even open her mouth, Sarah was in her face.  “Look, you so much as speak and I’m going to make sure the whole world knows that you are now a diaper wearing toddler.  Understand?”

Missy froze and suddenly felt her towel being removed and her body being half pushed half directed down on the bed.  Deciding against a scream, Missy fell onto her back and closed her legs shut, covering her breasts with both arms as she did so.

“Awwww…look at that…wittle baby shaved her pubic hair…aww….”  Sarah gloated, seeing her sister in such a vulnerable, helpless position.  “Let me help the wittle baby.” Sarah continued teasing as she opened up the Pampers and used her hands to spread Missy’s knees apart.  

Missy was paralyzed with fear and didn’t know what to do.  She lay as stiffly as possible, but a part of her mind said to just let Sarah have her way so it could be over as quickly as possible.  Feeling Sarah’s hand spreading her legs apart, Missy decided to relinquish, turning her head away and lifting her hip to let Sarah put the diaper under her freshly shaved bottom.  

“Now, here’s the deal sis,” Sarah continued by wrapping the diaper over her privates and pulling the diaper tapes across the front.  “I think you should give your sister a little bit of the money you get from this ‘program’ or whatever it is that you’re doing with this creepy woman.”  The diaper now attached, Sarah took the onesie and bunched it up to slip over Missy’s head.  

Missy saw the onesie and leaned forward enough for Sarah to drape the onesie onto her shoulders and then helped her find the arm holes before feeling the onesie be pulled down to her waist in front and back.  “Don’t you agree?” Sarah asked. “I mean we wouldn’t want everyone to find out that you are wetting diapers and acting like a wittle baby would we?  Or the video of your younger sister changing your diaper while you lay passively letting her dress you would we now?”

Missy flinched, her eyes darting around the room until she saw her sister’s phone propped on the dresser next to the bed.  The reality that this entire exchange was being recorded sent a deep shiver through Missy's core.  Missy finally turned to face Sarah, true fear now showing in her face. “That’s what I thought,” Sarah continued, snapping the onesie in front and pressing a little more firmly than was needed against Missy’s private area to emphasize her next words, “So the way I see it, half of the money you get goes to you, and the other half goes to me or I make even more by sharing this video.  That seems fair doesn’t it?”

Missy couldn’t believe this was happening and felt faint as if she was about to pass out.  

“I’ll give you three seconds to make up your mind, wittle Baby, otherwise I’ll take that as a no and start releasing this recording.”

“Ok, yes, yes, ok I’ll do it.”  Missy whimpered, feeling no other choice but to agree to Sarah’s demands.  “And another thing, if you so much as breath a word of this to Tammy, deals off.” Sarah said, moving over to her phone and pausing the recording.  “Now wasn’t that nice of your little sister to help change you ‘honey’?” 

Missy just nodded as Sarah opened the door and exited the room.

"I'm sorry, did you say something widdle baby...you know you should always refer to me as 'Sissy' from now on right?  So let's try that again.  Wasn't that nice of me to help change your diapie?   

Yes sissy, thank you" Missy instantly replied, not wanting to do anything else to provoke her.

As Sarah left, the door slammed shut behind her creating a loud noise alerting Tammy that she should come and “change” Missy.  Missy’s eyes started welling with water as she heard Tammy’s voice approaching the bedroom door.  She knew she couldn’t be seen crying, so she quickly wiped her eyes and stood up bending over to pull her skirt back up. 

Tammy entered the room, “Just a second Mary, I’ll just make sure Melissa’s got everything she needs!” she offered back down the hall before turning to see Missy bent over in her onesie, pulling the skirt up to her hips.

“Missy, you weren’t supposed to get changed honey, that’s Mommy’s job!” Tammy said in a completely Mother-to-baby type voice.  

“I didn’t change myself,” Missy spoke without looking up as she slid one suspender and then the other over her shoulders.  

“Then who…” Tammy suddenly realized that Sarah must have come into the bedroom, but before she could speak, Sarah appeared at the bedroom door.

“Tammy, I’m just so grateful for the opportunity you’re giving my sister.  I mean it sounds like it could really help everyone out and I know Melissa will use the money for college.  Mom wasn’t able to go to college, and I know she wants the best for us, so thank you so much!  If there’s anything I can do to help, I’m a certified first aid babysitter!  See" she said pointing at her 'charge', " I got our Missy all changed and ready!”  Sarah beamed with false innocence as she looked at Missy first then at Tammy with eyes full of faux excitement at being able to help.

“Well, um, thank you Sarah, that is very nice of you indeed,” Tammy offered, not exactly sure what to make of the exchange and surprised that her younger sister had turned from jealous glare to helpful assistant.  Tammy went over to Missy and lifted her skirt, running her fingers under the onesie to check the fit of the diaper change that Sarah had performed.  In doing so she realized that Missy had shaved, shifting her doubts about Sarah to praise for Missy.  “Well then, good girl Missy, you did exactly as you were asked!  And thank you so much for helping Sarah, I’m sure we will be able to use your assistance as we go through this!”

Missy had recovered and was just standing passively watching the exchange, determined to not give her real feelings away as she didn’t want to risk anything that would lead to a video of her being changed by her sister to hit the internet.  

“Alright Missy, looks like we’re good to go.  Did you need anything else before we leave?”  Missy grabbed a small toiletry bag under the sink and grabbed a small teddy bear off of her bed which she held in one arm.  Missy then stood compliantly waiting as Tammy made her way out the door towards the living room.  Sarah smiled wryly at Missy waving her to go next.  As Sarah followed she made sure to grab Missy’s padded bottom before whispering over her shoulder… “Good girl Missy…you’re video is safe for now…I can’t wait until I get to babysit you!”  

Entering the living room, Mary was standing with her hands clasped waiting for the entourage to return from the bedroom.  “Missy dear, can I have a word before you head out?” Mary said encouraging Missy to follow her into the kitchen.  She heard Tammy start some kind of small talk with Sarah and took the moment to lean into Missy as they stood in front of the refrigerator.  

“Melissa, I love you very much.  I’m sorry that I haven’t always been the best mother, but please know I’ve always loved you.  Please know I’m here for you.  I only want you to be happy.  With all that said, I just need to hear one more time that this is something you really want to try.”  Mary paused and leaned back slightly in her stance, trying to evaluate Missy’s reaction and response for sincerity.

“Mom, I know it’s like weird in so many ways.  How I met Tammy, how the weekend has transpired, how this research program is structured.  It’s all weird.  But here’s what isn’t weird.  I feel at peace.  I don’t know if the program will even accept me or us or whatever, but I truly do want to at least give it a try.  I mean, look it’s a lot of money and I get to help someone at the same time.”

Mary was more than satisfied, she was proud.  It didn’t matter that the reason she was proud was that her 18-year-old daughter was about to become a baby to help another baby toddler develop.  It was the tone of confidence and the thoughtfulness with which Missy spoke that made her swoon with delight.  

“Ok, then I’ll do anything we need to help make this happen for you, honey.  Whatever it takes.”  And with that, her mother leaned in to provide a hug.  Missy was stunned and though it felt awkward, Missy could already see how this whole thing was changing everyone, not just herself.  While it seemed to be changing Sarah for the worse, that was trumped at the moment by the self-confidence Missy was gaining and the connection with her mother that seemed to be changing.

As Tammy and Missy left to return to the car, they both looked back and saw Sarah and Mary in the doorway, both waving, both smiling, but both for very different reasons. 

[BabySofia]

Really hope some karma comes Sarah's way...

[dmavn]

3 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Really hope some karma comes Sarah's way...

you and me both..

[YourFNF]

Oh I would have aboslutely fucking screamed. "Mom! Tammy!" That shit would have ended in 6 seconds

[Little_Pooh_Abbeh]

This is one of my 2 top favorite stories on this forum right now. I sincerely hope there isn't an end in sight for this story for a long time yet. Sarah needs comeuppance for what she just did. I have a feeling Missy passes the assessment and I can't wait to see what life is like in the program for 3 months. 

[aldl4811]

I love this story! Keep it up. Please.

[nadine_enough]

Poor thing. It seemed like Melissa was really starting to regain some of her voice, but blackmail will definitely silence that. I hope for some comeuppance. $5K is not nothing, I mean you could bribe a politician for that much, and Sarah is gonna extort that amount from a baby? For shame. 

[Night Rain]

I feel like Naomi is interested in Melissa in more ways then one. It looks like she wants to have some sort of control but at the same time. Is willing to help Melissa out in anyway that she can.

[Starcaller]

Sarah doesn't know her plan is foiled from the start. If she leaks her video Naomi is gonna find out. I'm sure she fears her more than Tammy or her mother. 

[YourFNF]

13 hours ago, Starcaller said:

Sarah doesn't know her plan is foiled from the start. If she leaks her video Naomi is gonna find out. I'm sure she fears her more than Tammy or her mother. 

This! "Godmother" Naomi could absolutely make her life absolute hell.

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapters.

[Babyqtboy]

Really liking this story, hopefully there is more to come?

[DLJeff52]

Thanks everyone for your feedback.  I'll have more to post sometime over the weekend.  Sorry for the delay!  Again, appreciate the support!

[starman]

Hoping for a update soon as no update for aug 2022 yet ...