Little Sister Briana CH 40 (The Finale!) 11/07/21

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12 hours ago, SolSombraYSoldados said:

lso, the first place Melody's brain went on hearing Krampus was The Binding of Isaac, and if that game doesn't give them religious trauma, German Christmas demons probably won't.

True lol... Although I suppose it could also be said that people like Mel and I are drawn to things like that and Krampus because of it. Safe processing outlet and all that...

[SolSombraYSoldados]

It's a babysitting date! There might be some feels in this chapter, but mostly there's a very silly baby.

 

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Chapter 29

 

"Gary, do you know who Shazam! is?" Briana asked. She picked up her mug of cocoa for another sip.

"Yeah, Billy Batson, he turns into an adult superhero." Gary nodded. "Why?"

Briana looked around the apartment, pondering her next words. Gary's place was nice. It was just a studio, but he'd made it cozy. They were sitting on his futon next to a frosted window with the snow swirling against it. The hardwood floor had thick rugs covering it. A fake fireplace in front of one of the steam radiators made a pretty good imitation of a real fire.

"Melody explained him to me." Briana said. "I was thinking that I could do something similar. Not with magic but transform to being big for short periods of time. So that I can go back to school."

"I don't know, you're pretty magical to me." Gary said with a grin.

"Gary, this is serious!" Briana said, though she was smiling too.

"Sorry. You seem adult right now. Are you working on your 'transformation' right now, or are you feeling more adult in general?"

"It's easier right now. What I'm worried about is that I won't be able to sustain it. That I'll go back to being little all the time in a few weeks."

"That's kind of what happened this quarter." Gary nodded. "So what's different this time?"

"Well, I know it can happen this time. I could look for warning signs and ask friends and family to watch too." Briana smiled shyly. "I'd really like your support if I try it."

"Bri, you know I'd do anything for you, right?" Gary said, leaning way over for a kiss.

Briana savored the kiss with a happy sigh and a wiggle. "Thank you. There's another thing that made me feel like it would work."

Gary watched her, waiting for Briana to finish her thought. She chewed her lip nervously. There wasn't any reason to be nervous around Gary, or there shouldn't be, anyway. On the other hand, she was about to tell him something that might make him reconsider their relationship. The chance was small, but the bad outcome was really scary.

"You okay?" Gary asked.

"Gary, I love you." Briana said, urgently.

"I love you too hon. What's going on?"

Briana took a deep breath. "The thing that makes me think this might work is um, redefining myself a little. As um, not an adult. That the little me is the real me. The adult me would just be a costume I wear sometimes."

Gary was waiting again. Briana took a big drink of her cocoa, hoping he'd get the hint that there wasn't any more coming.

"That's it?" Gary asked.

"What do you mean, 'that's it'?" Briana asked. "That's huge. We're dating. I just told you that I'm not – that I can't be a big girl ever. Not for real, not in my heart."

Gary got up from his seat and kneeled on the floor next to Briana. He was still taller on his knees than she was sitting. Gently, he took the mug out of her hands and pulled Briana into a hug.

"Hey, Briana? I already knew that about you." Gary said softly.

Briana trembled. She clung to Gary like there was a cliff-edge underneath her.

"H-how could you know? I didn't know."

"I knew." Gary said pulling back to make eye contact. "That was the only version of you that made sense. You're my little girl, my girlfriend, and I love that about you."

"Gary!" Briana cried, her cheeks already wet. "Why?"

"Because I can't imagine loving anyone else the way I love you." Gary said.

There was no more holding back the water-works. Briana bawled, big-girl style. The end result wasn't much different than if she'd been little. She finished crying as a snotty mess on Gary's shoulder.

Some more cuddles and four tissues later, Briana felt like she might be able to talk again. The first order of business was to get Gary out of his uncomfortable kneeling position and onto the couch, so she could claim his lap.

"Thank you." Briana said. "That was amazingly sweet."

"You're welcome, love." Gary said.

"I love you so much." Briana said, sighing out the last of the rattles in her chest.

"Feel better?" Gary asked.

"Yes." Briana nuzzled his neck. "There's something we have to talk about though – from when I was still going to school."

"What is it?"

"The thing we did, playing during the school day?" Briana said hesitantly. "I think that contributed to me not being able to be big at school."

"Oh shit hon, I'm really sorry!" Gary said, sounding distressed.

"It's okay. It really is!" Briana said. "I loved doing it. It never occurred to me that playing that way might derail me."

"I should have thought about it." Gary said. "You trusted me to take care of you."

"I still do." Briana said. "You're number three in the world, for the arms I feel the most safe in, right after Mom and Dad."

"I'd better up my game if I want to keep that high rank." Gary said.

"Gary, please believe me. It wasn't your fault. I didn't tell you about this so you could beat yourself up."

"Okay, I'll stop." Gary said, squeezing Briana gently.

"I had so much fun on those days." Briana said, grinning. "It's fun to be your toy for a while, to see what sexy things you want to do to me."

Gary shifted on the couch with a slight cough. Briana couldn't feel much through the diaper she had on, but she was guessing that Gary's lap wasn't as soft as it had been.

"So this um – transformation. Is it only for school stuff, or can it be used sometimes to spice things up in the bedroom?" Gary asked.

"Like the equivalent of putting cat ears or a maid outfit on?" Briana giggled. "You don't have a bedroom though, what a shame..."

"The whole apartment is a bedroom if this couch lays flat." Gary said, sliding a hand under Briana's shirt to caress the small of her back.

"Gary." Briana said breathily. "Would you like to play with your toy in big girl mode?"

There was no more talking after that.

There were kisses that burned across Briana's lips, throat, and breasts. She was free of her clothes, even the diaper. Her hands were everywhere on Gary, from the softness of his sides to the hardness of his chest and between his legs. She was a plaything in his hands, so big and strong on her petite body. The warm, wholesome scent of his skin filled her senses.

A blazing moment of euphoria became three as she rode his lap with her fingers digging into his belly. The fullness of that feeling was nothing compared to Gary taking her from behind. All the way behind, with a lot of lube and to Briana's delighted surprise. Her heart sang to hear him call out in passion, that echoed off the room's high ceiling.

Thoroughly stretched, mussed, and used, Briana lay on Gary's chest in a blissful daze. Their smells were mingled now, and the powerful thud of his heart was up against her ear. It was a perfect moment in time.

"Gary?" Briana mumbled, feeling the moment fade in the face of mental discomfort. "I can't keep this up much longer."

"Then don't." Gary said, patting Briana's bare butt. "I want my baby girl back."

Mentally un-Shazam-ing herself, Briana relaxed again. The incoming stress was gone. In its place was a happy, bubbly feeling. She'd made her boyfriend feel good. He'd made her feel amazing. They'd gotten all dirty, and Gary had stretched out her butt.

Briana giggled. What a gross, wonderful boy he was.

"Is that baby Briana?" Gary asked.

"Gary!" Briana said happily. "That was lotsa fun. We hafta do that again some time."

"I'm sure we will." He said, chuckling. "How do you feel?"

"You stretched my butt!" Briana said, guffawing.

"Heh, you bet I did." Gary smirked. "I'm glad you liked it. We should probably get you cleaned up, plugged, and diapered."

"Don't wanna. Can't make me." Briana said, unconcerned. "I'm warm and snuggly."

"You really think I can't make you?" Gary chuckled.

"No way you'd spank me after that." Briana said smugly.

"Who said anything about a spanking?" Gary sat up, despite the girl on his chest.

Briana had a moment to reflect on the fact that Gary's arms had gotten even bigger. They were some very nice, sexy thick arms. Said arms picked her up effortlessly. Gary walked to the bathroom carrying Briana with no more effort than she used to carry a larger stuffie.

"Nooo!" Briana whined. "My snuggles!"

Gary turned the shower on and kissed Briana. "Don't worry, it'll be a snuggly shower."

It was the snuggliest shower she'd ever had. Gary had Briana on his hip, using his free hand to shampoo her hair and scrub her down. Every time Briana thought for sure he'd have to put her down, Gary managed to shift positions or just manhandle her in his arms to reach what he needed to wash. He managed to get most of himself clean as well, with some assistance from Briana for his back.

After the shower Briana found herself swaddled in a huge towel. Gary put her on the floor while he finished cleaning up. It was so good a feeling that it was like cake. Briana suspected that last thought wouldn't normally make sense, but right now it did.

"Do you have any more big girl stuff to do today?" Gary asked, cradling Briana in his arms and carrying her back to the bed.

"No, just tomorrow." Briana said.

As good as being in the towel was, it was just as good to give a happy wiggle when Gary put her down on the changing blanket. The plug went into her rear easily enough, a final fun reminder of the naughty stuff they'd done while she was big.

"What's tomorrow?" Gary asked.

"Mom is going to formally adopt me." Briana said, hugging herself to hold in the glow in her heart.

"Wow." Gary said, with a loving smile. "That's incredible news! Are you changing your name and everything?"

"Yeah! I'm going to be Briana Rasmussen." Briana said. "I need to pick a new middle name before then."

"What's your middle name now?"

"Hillary."

"Hmm, that's not really you. Do you want help picking one?" Gary asked, sliding a diaper under Briana's butt.

"Yes please." Briana held her feet while Gary spread lotion across her rear. "I don't even know where to start. I could look at a list of names but there's so many. It just gets to be a blah of words."

"Do you want to pick something because you like the sound, or because the name has meaning?" Gary asked. He took Briana's feet out of her hands so he could spread lotion on her front. "Or do you want a family name?"

"A family name?!" Briana's eyes went wide. "Oh, oh, I don't even know Mom's family yet, but that sounds so cool."

"Her family is kind of a big deal in this town, I bet there's information online about the Rasmussens." Gary said.

The soft smell of powder wafted up to Briana's nose, replacing the sexy smells that lingered on the sheets. Briana thought about grabbing her phone, but hesitated. For one thing, she was little enough that it was going to be hard to do actual research on Veronica. Even more importantly, she didn't want to read about her family on Wikipedia. She wanted to hear it from Mom.

"Can you look? Just tell me the names if you can find them, no history stuff." Briana said.

"Sure, give me a minute." Gary said, patting the powder down.

Those pats turned into an impromptu massage. Gary's strong hands worked gently across Briana's calves and thighs. He rubbed her rear gently, moving up to stroke her sides. Even her arms and shoulders got the treatment. When Gary finished by rubbing her scalp, Briana was drooling.

It was an extra happy baby in a nice snug diaper, that found herself on Gary's lap. He'd put her in a fuzzy one-piece pajama. The bed was back to being a couch, with the sheets in the wash. It had stopped snowing outside, but the wind had picked up and was rattling the icicles on the window ledge.

"Nice!" Gary suddenly exclaimed. "She said yes."

"Huh?" Briana asked in confusion.

"Your mom." Gary said. "I got permission to keep you here tonight."

Briana took that news without a care for how things would work out tomorrow. Gary and Mom would work that out for her. She was free to cuddle extra close to her boyfriend and grin gleefully.

"A sleepover!" She said happily.

"Babysitting!" Gary said, equally happy. "I'm going to take care of everything for my baby girl tonight. You're even plugged, so don't worry about asking to go to the potty. I'll decide when that happens."

"Gary!" Briana said, sighing contentedly. "You're the best."

"You bet I am." Gary said, laughing. "I've got a list of the women's names in your mom's family too. Do you want them starting from the first one in town or starting from Veronica?"

"From Veronica." Briana said.

"Okay, here goes." Gary said. "We have: Michelle, Lesley, Ashley, Nicole, Giselle, Anette, Ashley, and Tess. Well, that last one was Teresa, but she always went by Tess."

Briana considered. "Did Tess do something important? Don't tell me what it was, if she did."

"Heh, yeah, she did." Gary said.

"Okay! Then that's the one I want." Briana said. "Huh, so Mom's Mom is Michelle."

"Wouldn't that just be Grandma?" Gary asked.

"I'm not sure if that would be okay." Briana said.

"Well Veronica is adopting you." Gary said. "I think there's a good chance it is. Just ask her tomorrow."

"Okay, good idea." Briana smiled, hugging Gary's neck. "Soooo... on a scale of PBJ and jello to pizza and ice-cream, how good a girl am I?"

Gary laughed a big happy belly laugh. "You are my best girl. What kind of pizza do you want?"

"Pepperoni and onions and olives and pineapple!" Briana said. "With the crust that's all soaked in butter and fried."

"You want Detroit style?" Gary said. "You're lucky we're not in New York, we'd be arrested."

"New York pizza is floppy." Briana said. "With the other one it's crunchy and the cheese goes all the way to the sides!"

"Alright, but just for my baby girl. Don't tell anybody you saw me betraying my hometown."

"You grew up in New York?" Briana asked.

"In Queens." Gary said, nodding as he filled out an online order. "Ardenthill kind of reminds me of the borough. It's just not attached to a huge city like Queens is. I'm the first one in the family to move out of the city since great grandpa came over from Ireland."

"I grew up all over New Hampshire." Briana said. "But I don't know where my family is from."

"Sure you do." Gary said, counting off on his fingers. "Your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandma settled here in 1821."

"Oh yeah." Briana wiggled happily. "Can I have root beer?"

"I already ordered it." Gary chuckled.

Root beer in a baby bottle turned out to be a fizzy disaster. Between that and dropping a pizza slice on the floor, toppings-down, Briana was banned from feeding herself. That suited her just fine. It was the sweetest thing ever when Gary cut her pizza into tiny bites and fed them to her one at a time.

After getting fed ice cream as well (triple chocolate!), Briana had to be changed into a fresh pair of pajamas. Gary decided she didn't need a diaper change yet. Briana didn't worry about that, just as she paid no mind to if she was wetting or not.

"Gary?" Briana asked, on his lap once again. "Is there stuff that you want to do with little me that we don't do?"

"Like what do you mean?" Gary asked.

"You like me like this, you think it's fun, and hot. It was fun to make you happy as a big girl, but I want to do that as a little girl too. Is there something you've been wanting to do?"

"Hmm, I really like taking care of you when you're all helpless and need everything done for you." Gary said. "But I don't see you like that a lot."

"I could be like that for you." Briana said. "Not all the time, but it would be a fun game."

"Maybe we can do our weekend during the Christmas break." Gary said. "I uh, have thought sometimes about what I'd do to treat you like a total baby."

"Oh yeah?" Briana asked, licking her lips. It was getting warm under her pjs. "Tell me."

"Extra thick diapers, like, crazy thick." Gary said. "Enough that you wouldn't be able to walk, if that's possible. Baby food and protein shakes only. Yeah."

He was blushing. Really, super red blushing. Briana grinned and nuzzled Gary's warm cheek. "Is that it? That's not super different from stuff we've already done."

"Well uh, I've had some fantasies but they're a little extreme." Gary said shyly.

"Like putting my hands in those locking mittens?" Briana asked. "They make some that keep your hand in a fist, so you can't do anything at all."

"Where did see those?" Gary asked, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

"My big sibling has all kinds of porn websites bookmarked. Like SO many." Briana giggled.

"Heh. Well uh, yeah, those might have been in the fantasy. Though I only knew about the ones that are more like a regular mitten." Gary said.

"We might need both." Briana said. "I'm not sure if it would get cramp-y to have my hands in a fist alla time."

"This is sounding a little expensive." Gary said regretfully. "We can do a scaled down version though."

"Nuh uh!" Briana said brightly. "I'm a rich girl now!"

"Is that so?" Gary laughed.

"Yeah! I mean, I can't buy you a house or anything but mom showed me one of the bank accounts and talked to me a little bit about an allowance. I can buy some mittens. Diapers too. You spend a lot on them for me."

"You don't have to do that." Gary said.

"I want to though." Briana smiled. "Gary, I was always the kid who didn't have anything to share. Everybody shared with me. Let me share with you, please?"

"Okay, fair enough. I have bought all the diapers we've used together so far." Gary smiled.

Briana searched her boyfriend's eyes. He was still hiding something. (silly boy!) Something had him embarrassed and that was just dumb.

"So what else?" Briana asked. "What's the really extreme thing?"

"Oh, I don't know." Gary said evasively.

Briana pitched dramatically backwards, falling off Gary's lap on to the couch. "Alas, poor Gary! I knew him, Melody! A fellow who was gonna do something super hot with his girlfriend, but he totally chickened out!"

"You silly brat." Gary laughed. "I'm not chickening out. I just don't want to put pressure on..."

"Bwok!" Briana shouted, flapping her elbows like chicken wings. "Bwok, bwok, bwok!"

"I want you to mess yourself." Gary said, in flustered exasperation. "And... no talking."

"Wow." Briana said, contemplating that.

"That's why I didn't want to..."

"Shh!" Briana said. "Briana is thinking!"

Gary shook his head and watched her, hands crossed over his chest.

The times she'd messed in her diaper had been horrible, Briana remembered. They also had been accidents. The first time was a terrible surprise, in front of a cruel girl and a bunch of people. Every time after that, had put her right back at that icky day.

That had been a while ago, though. The thought of messing in her diapers didn't bring up the memory of that bad day, unless she consciously thought about it. It would be gross, and uncomfortable. Lots of things about wearing diapers and being really little were gross and uncomfortable. That didn't mean she wanted to stop being little.

The not talking thing – that was actually really hot. She wondered if Gary was thinking about a pacifier she couldn't take off, or just having it be a rule of the game. Either way was hot, though having a paci in her mouth too long was bleh sometimes.

It'd be intense to not be able to talk and just have to trust her caregiver to get her what she needed. It had happened before, when Mom had saved her. Briana smiled, remembering Veronica and Jane taking care of her so sweetly. She wanted to see what that looked like from Gary.

"I like it." Briana said. "I want you to turn me into a baby."

"You sure?" Gary said, still obviously uncomfortable.

Briana held Gary's gaze as she popped open the snaps on her pjs. It was fun to see him get all shocked when she tore open the tapes on her diaper.

"What are you..."

Briana reached down and grunted, popping the plug out of her butt. She giggled at the look of horror on Gary's face when she tossed it carelessly out onto the floor.

"Briana!" Gary said sternly. "You're making a huge mess!"

"Duh!" She said. "There's going to be a mess if we do this. If what I just did isn't okay, then we shouldn't do that part of the game."

"I – yes that's true." Gary said, taking a deep breath. "I didn't realize I was getting a preview."

"I need a new diaper." Briana said, kicking her feet and sliding her damp diaper off her butt. "If you don't plug me again, you'll get a preview before bedtime."

Her heart was racing. She was pushing Gary pretty far. He was asking for something really big, though. If this was too frustrating, baby-mode Briana would be way too much. His face was hard to read, he had to be thinking hard, or just conflicted.

"You're not super far away from a spanking." Gary said, like he was testing the waters. He'd threatened spanking a few times, but never actually done it. (big softie!)

"Nuh uh, you're the only babysitter that never spanks." Briana grinned.

"Maybe that's about to change." Gary said. He was smiling more now, it looked like he was getting comfortable with what Briana was doing. (yay!)

"Even if you tried, I'd just be a full-baby." Briana said in her brattiest tone. "Babies don't get spanked, 'cause they can't help what they do."

"You can just turn it on like that?" Gary asked. He leaned over, propping himself up on his arms over Briana.

"Uh – yes. Yup, sure can!" Briana said, suddenly nervous.

"I think you need the brat spanked out of you." Gary said. "I guess I'll stop if you seem like too much of a baby."

"No, you can't!" Briana said, squirming as she tried to make her thoughts float down to a more little state. "Cause I can just poof, be baby! So you can't even try. Like the fill-a-butter in congress."

"The what?" Gary laughed.

"Shut up!" Briana pouted. "I'm in-between. It's hard."

Though a quiet corner of Briana's mind knew Gary was being perfectly reasonable and playing along, the super-little thoughts were telling her he was being massively unfair. Quick thrashing got her arms out of her pjs. Before Gary could figure out what she was doing, Briana squirmed out from under him. He was left looming over an empty set of pajamas and a diaper.

"Briana, are you okay?" Gary asked.

He moved toward her and she squirmed backward, balling up her fists. It felt like a cascade of things were closing down in her mind, making explaining anything impossible.

"You wanted this!" Briana cried fussily. "I'm trying!"

"Baby girl." Gary said softly, moving to scoop Briana up.

She didn't pull away this time. Even being cradled in Gary's arms and pressed to his chest didn't bring the thought-obliterating littleness that she'd felt after her gross accident at school.

"Gawy." Briana pouted. "I can' do it."

"This is pretty cute." Gary said, rocking Briana in his arms. "Too cute to spank at least."

Briana giggled. She sighed and relaxed against Gary. It didn't last long though, he startled her by standing up with a quick jerk.

"Gawy!" She admonished him.

"You just peed on me." Gary said wryly.

"Oh, didn't notice." Briana said. It was true, though she could feel the wet on her legs now that she was paying attention. (it was just a little one)

Gary was in a big hurry to get her on the changing blanket. Briana squeaked at being swung around abruptly. There was too much stuff happening, too fast. She popped a thumb in her mouth once she was settled on the blanket. (it helped)

It was a strange diaper change. First it was all fast and super efficient, like Dad did them. Then Gary just, stopped, right after the powder. Briana looked up at him, but he was staring off at something on the floor. Following his gaze, Briana saw the plug. She rolled over and started crawling to it, only to have her legs grabbed and be pulled back onto the diaper.

"Don' you wan' it?" Briana asked, pointing at the plug.

"Not tonight." Gary said, wrapping the diaper nice and snug around Briana's waist.

"Kay!" Briana said happily.

Gary left her on the blanket to clean up the old diaper, plug, and himself. Briana crawled to the bookshelf and pulled out Gary's old tablet. It took a few tries to get it unlocked. None of the apps had the name of the show she wanted to watch, so she tried opening them at random.

"What are you doing?" Gary asked, advancing on Briana with her discarded pajamas.

"Owl House!" Briana demanded, thrusting the tablet at Gary.

"I don't have Disney plus." Gary said. "Lie down, I need to get you dressed."

"OWL HOUSE!" Briana fussed.

Gary's big hand came around and whopped Briana on her padded butt. It wasn't hard at all, but it made a loud noise against the diaper. She stared at him with wide eyes. (he finally spanked!)

"Sowwy." Briana said, putting the tablet down.

"I'm sure there's something we can watch on Netflix." Gary said. "Come on, into the pajamas. No snuggling unless you're in pajamas."

(No Snuggles?!) Briana tried to thrash her way into the pajamas as fast as she could. It ended up taking almost five minutes to get her into them. She and Gary were both laughing so hard they were crying by the end.

Finally, they were back on the couch. Well Gary was on the couch, Briana was on Gary's lap. He'd put a pacifier in her mouth and mittens on her hands. They weren't the locking kind, but they still helped her stay little.

It took a few tries to get Gary to turn on Kipo, since Briana couldn't talk, but he figured it out. For some reason he put on a totally random episode. It didn't matter, there was Kipo, snuggles, and a full tummy.

A couple episodes in, Briana was getting a little sleepy. She also was feeling some pressure. Opening her mouth to tell Gary she needed the potty almost ended with her dropping her pacifier. She closed her mouth around it, considering. The potty was off-limits tonight, she remembered.

Shifting on Gary's lap, Briana screwed up her face in concentration.

"What's up baby girl?" Gary asked.

Too busy to answer, even if she'd been allowed to talk, Briana pushed. Wet and mess both filled her diaper. It was a relief at first. After wearing all the time for so long, Briana liked the feeling when she wet, as long as the diaper wasn't too full. As soon as the muck spread across her bottom, that good feeling was gone.

It was still so gross! The smell was on a short delay too. Gary looked shocked. (dummy!) Briana dimly remembered that she had set all this up. She wouldn't be a poopy pants if she hadn't pushed the evening that direction.

The pacifier hit her lap as she cried. She knew she smelled gross, but she clung to Gary anyway. If he pushed her away in that moment it would be the worst thing.

"Oh, baby Bri, I've got you." Gary said, super gently.

His soft tone and the gentle way he carried her to the changing blanket extinguished her sobs by the time they reached the blanket. Gary hadn't pushed away from her even a little bit. Sure, he had to let her go to get her diaper off, but okay. She was glad to be out of it!

One thing was for sure, he wasn't prepared like Mom. There wasn't a pail on hand to hide the yucky diaper in, so things were smelly for the whole change. Gary went fast rather than tender on the cleaning. (which was good!)

The shock of it all had pushed her out of being extra-little, Briana realized. Wiggling herself into the perfect fit for her new diaper, she waited for Gary to be back from throwing away the mess.

Gary went all the way out to the garbage in the hall with a plastic bag. (silly boy) He really hadn't been prepared. She felt a little bad about that. Although if they did it again, he'd probably be better set up the next time.

"How's baby Bri?" Gary asked, returning to the blanket.

"Not as baby anymore." Briana said. He picked her up anyway, and she wasn't about to complain.

"You changed my messy diaper." Briana said softly, resting her head on Gary's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"It was intense." Gary said. "Not bad though. It was special. I feel closer to you now."

"That's a big thing." Briana agreed. "Sorry I couldn't get all the way little."

"I liked you that way. I like you how you are now best I think, but that was fun. It's okay if we can't do the fully baby Briana."

"I think we can. I just need more playing. If we played a little with the super big diaper and the mittens and everything I'm sure it would work."

"Is it still something you want to do?" Gary asked.

"You're a good caregiver." Briana said. "I love it when you take care of me. If you did all the things for me, that would be really fun."

"I'll talk to your mom about a couple of days with you then." Gary said.

Briana nodded. She wiggled her butt and frowned. "You didn't plug me again."

"Nope." Gary said. "I want to keep using that for fun, but I don't need it to keep you from being messy. I can handle that now."

"But, what if I hafta go?" Briana asked.

"Then I guess you can tell me you need the potty." Gary said.

"What if I feel really little and forget?" Briana asked.

"Then I change you." Gary chuckled. "I'll take care of you no matter what you need."

"I don't have messy accidents." Briana whined. "I'm a big girl."

"You're the one who said you might forget." Gary said.

"Gary!" Briana whined again, and bit his shoulder.

"I think that means it's bedtime." Gary said.

"No, it's a sleepover!" Briana protested.

"You're being babysat, and babysitter says it's time for bed."

"But not alone, right?" Briana asked pitifully.

"Of course not. I'm going to tuck my baby girl right in with me." Gary said.

"Okay! But I need some water first. And we hafta bush my teeth. And wash my face. And new pjs in case these got dirty. And uh..."

"Are you trying to delay your bedtime, little girl?" Gary asked, hosting Briana up with him as he stood.

"No, I just wanna make sure I do all my bedtime stuff." Briana said, fluttering her lashes innocently. "Like a good girl."

"Uh huh." Gary kissed Briana gently. "You are a good girl. My good girl."

Briana threw her arms around Gary's neck and kissed him with all her might, while unicorns, rainbows, and shooting stars burst out of her heart.

[YourFNF]

Once again this is so damn cute I'm not normally into M/F but this really well done!

[SolSombraYSoldados]

In this chapter - Something happens that doesn't seem like a big deal, but changes how a relationship feels forever.

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30

Briana took a deep, nervous breath. For the twentieth time, she smoothed down her skirt. She looked nice, but she was in adult clothes and not her normal stuff. The dress was one of the more sedate ones that she’d picked up with Mom on their shopping trip. The red and black lace dress had been deemed too gaudy for court by both Veronica and Jane. That meant Briana was in all-black, with a more subdued version of Mom’s makeup on her face.

Mom had been really excited when she picked Briana up from Gary’s apartment. When she told Briana that they could not only do the name change, but the whole adoption, Briana had been excited too. But going to court had meant transforming into adult-Briana, and adult Briana had questions.

For one thing, it seemed awfully fast to get a court date. For another thing, the court clerk that had taken their papers had addressed Mom as Ms. Rasmussen before she even read the documents. They had a lawyer with them too, a grumpy-looking old guy with a horrible combover. He’d greeted Briana as Ms. Cassingham, too politely for an old, rich lawyer to greet a grad school dropout.

“We’ll be in and out.” Simon, the lawyer, said.

“Thank you for being here on such short notice.” Veronica said. Simon nodded and shrugged.

Maybe Briana was supposed to call him Mr. Silverstein. Mom was calling him Simon, and he was calling her Veronica. But Jane was calling him Mr. Silverstein, and he was calling her Ms. Müller. Was she actually supposed to call the judge Your Honor, or was that too formal if it wasn’t a criminal thing? Court had a lot of rules and adult-Briana didn’t know them all. That just made the real, baby-Briana even more nervous.

“All rise.” The bailiff said. “The New Hampshire Superior Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Miriam Wallace presiding.”

Briana hopped nervously to her feet. Their little group were the only ones in the courtroom. Luckily, Mr. Silverstein groaned dramatically as he stood, drowning out the crinkle of Brian’s diaper. She had insisted on being fully padded, in one of her lucky pink pony diapers. The last thing she wanted to do was have an accident in court.

“You can be seated.” The judge said, “But it’ll save time if you just come to the bench since this is a special session.”

“Thank you Your Honor.” Veronica said, leading the four of them in front of the judge.

“There aren’t any other petitioners, Veronica, you can call me Miriam.” Miriam said, chuckling.

“As long as you’re comfortable with that, thank you.” Veronica said. “Simon is representing us today, but he’s mostly here to catch any mistakes I might make.”

“Mr. Silverstein.” Miriam said, nodding to Simon.

“Your Honor.” Simon replied, with an answering nod.

“We might as well finish getting acquainted.” Miriam said. “Veronica, you’re the first petitioner?”

“That’s correct.” Veronica said.

“The second petitioner is Ms. Jane Müller?”

“Yes Your Honor.” Jane said. “I am she.”

“And our adoptee is Ms. Briana Cassingham?”

“Wait, Jane, you’re adopting me too?” Briana asked in surprise. She clapped her hands to her mouth and turned to the judge, flustered. “I mean – I’m sorry Your Honor. Yes, I’m Briana.”

Miriam chuckled. “I don’t bite, take your time. I want to be sure that you know what’s going on in this process. Ms. Müller, did you not discuss your adoption with Ms. Cassingham before now?”

“I thought I had, Your Honor.” Jane said. “I must have not been very clear.”

“Oh!” Briana said, realization dawning as adult-Briana parsed baby-Briana’s memories. “That’s what you were talking about when you were filling out the papers this morning.”

Jane smiled fondly. “Yes Briana. I’m sorry I didn’t explain that we were talking more formally, and not in the ordinary way that you have called me your parent.”

“Oh Daddy!” Briana said, throwing herself into Jane’s arms. Court decorum would have to wait, hugs were too high a priority in the moment.

“I think that answers the consent questions for petitioner two.” Miriam said, smiling to the court recorder. “Veronica, do you intend to adopt Ms. Cassingham as your daughter?”

“I absolutely do, Miriam.” Veronica said.

“Ms. Cassingham, I need your attention back for a moment.” Miriam said.

“Yes Your Honor?” Briana said, reluctantly disengaging from Jane.

“Do you consent to your adoption by Veronica Rasmussen?”

“Yes, yes please.” Briana said, blinking away tears.

“Mr. Silverstein, for the court recorder, are the petitioner’s documents in order?”

“Yes Your Honor.” Simon said. “The court has received RSA 170-B, signed by all relevant parties, copies of identification for all parties, and the adoptee's birth certificate."

Briana blinked. When did mom get a hold of her birth certificate, and how? Now was not the time to ask questions and muck up the process though. She was giving Veronica the right to access her birth certificate any time, after all.

“In that case, it is the decision of this court that Ms. Cassingham be adopted by Ms. Rasmussen and Ms. Müller, and further that Ms. Briana Hillary Cassingham will now be known as Ms. Briana Tess Rasmussen. The DVRA shall issue a new birth certificate with the new parents of record for the adoptee to be mailed to the petitioners’ address.”

Miriam smacked her gavel down. “This session of the New Hampshire Superior Court is adjourned.”

“I really can’t thank you enough for fitting us in like this Miriam.” Veronica said.

“Sure you can, you can mention it to Michelle.” Miriam said, chuckling. “Congratulations on your new family, especially to the younger Ms. Rasmussen.”

Briana squealed and grabbed her parents. Her real, actual, official parents. Parents that loved her, that she loved until her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. Jane and Veronica held her and each other while Briana cycled through bouts of crying and laughing.

Even after she calmed down, Briana wouldn’t let go of either of them on their way out of the courthouse. They stood on the courthouse steps for another hug while Briana collected herself. It helped that she was adult-Briana. The cold was a strong motivator to get things together too.

“Mom, Dad…” Briana wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t have the words. Thank you. I love you.”

“Those are excellent words. I love you.” Jane said, kissing Briana’s head.

“I agree. I love you, Baby Bee.” Veronica said.

“What are we even going to do with the rest of today?” Briana asked.

“Unfortunately…” Veronica sighed. “I have a meeting at the university.”

“Mom!” Briana said, “It’s winter break!”

“I know, but we couldn’t schedule it another time. There’s some business I want to bring up that can’t wait as well.” Veronica said.

“I guess you’re just stuck with your old dad.” Jane said.

“Daddy, don’t be weird.” Briana admonished. “I want us to all be together today.”

“We will be.” Veronica said. “After my meeting. I’ll come home as fast as I can.”

“Okay.” Briana sighed. “I have stuff I want to talk to you about.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Be a good girl for your dad, okay?”

“Yes Mom.” Briana hugged Veronica tightly and watched her walk to a waiting Uber car with a sour expression.

“Don’t be so grumpy.” Jane said, taking Briana’s hand and hustling her off to their car. “This is a good opportunity.”

“For what?”

“To buy some rings while your mother isn’t around.” Jane said.

“Some rings?” Briana asked in confusion. Her confusion redoubled when Jane lead her to the front passenger’s seat.

“It would be best if you were still an adult for this. Will that be alright?” Jane asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine Dad.” Briana got in and buckled up. “Tell me more abut these rings.”

“Well, the German tradition is simple gold bands.” Jane said. “We need one for myself and one for your mother, principally. I would also like to get one for you and one for Melody, though that’s not part of the normal tradition.”

“Gold…” Briana’s jaw dropped. “Dad are you going to propose to Mom?!”

Jane grinned as she maneuvered the car out of Ardenthill’s downtown. “Do you think that Christmas Day is a dramatic enough time?”

“Daddy you dork!” Briana said with glee. “Do people in the economics department know that you’re a huge softie?”

“No, they are terrified of my grim Deutsch manner.” Jane said, deadpan.

“Silly Daddy.” Briana said, pressing her hands to her heart. “It’s really sweet, I’m excited! But what are my and Melody’s rings for?”

“In Germany, when you are engaged you put the ring on your left hand, and during the marriage ceremony you move it to the right.” Jane said.

“If you and Melody agree, I would like you to also put the rings on your left hand when I propose to Veronica, and move them over when we are married. I had this idea before Veronica decided to adopt you, to symbolize our family, but I think it is still good.”

“It’s amazing. It’s so beautiful.” Briana sighed happily. “Maybe Melody and my rings should be a little different than yours though.”

“I like this idea. We are not all getting married to each other. And since you may both get married someday, perhaps they should be rings for your small finger.”

“Perfect!” Briana said. “Then they’ll be little compared to yours.”

“Your thumb ring would be little compared to my regular one.” Jane said, chuckling.

“Because I am adorable.” Briana said, smirking.

“And sassy when you are adult.” Jane said.

“Nuh uh! I’m sassy when I’m little too.” Briana retorted.

“I suppose that is true. You still need to focus though. I have a job for you.”

“Daddy! You’re not supposed to give me chores.”

“As your father, that is exactly what I’m supposed to do.” Jane said. “This is an easy one. I need you to find out Melody’s ring size. Without telling them why.”

“How is that easy? Do I just start sticking things on her fingers?” Briana whined.

“It doesn’t involve physical labor. Would you rather shovel snow off the walk?”

“I bet they have a bunch of rings for their cosplay stuff.” Briana said. “I could get one of those sized.”

Jane smirked as she pulled into a parking spot in front of a jewelry store. “Look how creative you can be, when properly motivated.”

“I’m just worried about screwing up something this important, if I forget when I’m little.” Briana said.

“It’s a good test for how you’ll be able to handle remembering things if you go back to classes.” Jane said. “Just like Veronica helps you with things you have to remember, I’ll remind you too.”

“Like I’m a kid and you’re my dad.” Briana said with a happy squirm.

“Exactly like that, because you are my child. I have paperwork to prove it now.”

Briana unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to give Jane a big hug. She managed to keep her squeal to a low volume, mindful of the close quarters inside the car. The hug she got back was fierce, surprising her. She clung closer, nuzzling Jane’s shoulder until the hug finally loosened. It gave her a heart full of fuzzies to see Jane wiping brusquely at her eyes.

“I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, mein Tochter.”

In the jewelry store, Dad was all business. She didn’t get the same suspiciously good treatment that Mom had at the dress store, but Jane wasn’t shy at all about asking the jeweler to lay out a dozen rings for her and Briana to evaluate.

They eventually settled on a pair of wider gold bands with a complicated vine pattern cast into the outside edge. The decision was helped along by the discovery of a pair of slimmer rings, with a matching but simpler vine pattern to match.

With all the measurements except for Melody’s, the jeweler promised to start work right away. Briana was feeling a bit stressed at her part in the project, but she was sure she could get her sibling’s ring size soon.

“That’s our business for the day done.” Jane said. “What do you want to do until your mother’s meeting is over?”

“Oh, can we get a Christmas present from me for her?” Briana asked. “Actually I have a bunch of shopping I still have to do.”

“We’re already downtown, I don’t see why not.” Jane said. “Do you need to use the potty? Or a change?”

Briana blushed and squirmed. “Daddy, I’m a big girl right now, you don’t have to ask that.”

“Let’s check anyway.” Jane said. She took Briana’s hand and made for a family restroom.

“Daddy!” Briana protested again.

Big Briana’s weakness was apparently diaper checks in public. She hadn’t been embarrassed at a diaper check in ages, but being big had her wanting to prove she could keep a diaper dry. She didn’t resist though. Since Dad was immune to her pout, she let Jane pull her into the family restroom and lift her gothy skirt.

“I count less ponies than we had this morning.” Jane said, patting Briana’s crotch. “It looks like you had an accident, but just a small one.”

“But, I was being a big girl. I was able to hold it at the dress store, and I wasn’t even trying!” Briana whimpered.

“You are still learning. That doesn’t mean you aren’t a big or a good girl.” Jane patted Briana’s cheek. “If you didn’t notice, you probably don’t need a change. Do you want one?”

“Getting a change would make it easier to tell if I have an accident later.” Briana mumbled. “But it might make me feel little too.”

“I don’t see how you can learn to hold it as a big girl without some practice.” Jane said, folding down the changing table. “Hop up Briana.”

It was weird to get up on a changing table after being called Briana, instead of little one, or any of the many nicknames her caregivers had for her. The embarrassment from wetting only ramped up when Dad opened up her diaper and wiped her down. Not because Dad was seeing her bits, that was still safe and comfortable, even in big mode.

Big Briana couldn’t shake the sense that Dad was disappointed in her accident, even if she wasn’t making any disappointed noises. When Briana’s new diaper was covered up with a diaper cover, she whimpered.

“It’s just in case.” Jane said. “I don’t have another spare, we didn’t bring your regular diaper bag.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be a big girl.” Briana said, sighing.

“Are you putting blame on yourself?” Jane asked. “Briana, Kindchen. This is not productive. If you are not satisfied with your result, then make an effort to improve for next time.”

Briana hopped off the changing table (without being asked!) and nodded. “Okay daddy. I’ll try really hard to keep this diaper dry.”

“That’s my good girl.” Jane said, kissing Briana’s forehead. “Now, we have presents to buy, and not much time before your Mother is done with her meeting.”

Shopping with Dad was super different than with Mom. They went from shop to shop in a whirlwind. If they didn’t see much of interest right away, it was off to a new store.  It was a good method for getting the less personal presents.

At a sports store, Briana picked up a framed picture of Portia Woodman, Casey’s favorite Rugby star. She also grabbed a US Women’s World Cup jersey for Rosa, just in case Melody could fix things with their girlfriend.

She wasn’t going to get a present for Beatrix, Little-Briana informed Big-Briana. She wasn’t! Even briefly considering getting her some coal or fake-poop felt icky. If Melody kept dating Beatrix and brought her to Christmas – then Briana was going to actually poop in a box and give it to that horrible woman. So there!

Melody’s porn sites had netted Briana an ABDL themed straightjacket for Gary. Well, for her, obviously, but to help make his helpless Briana fantasy come true. That left her with just Mom and Dad to shop for. Dad was out, since she was right there.

By the eighth store they visited, Briana was starting to panic a little. It felt like her chance to shop for Mom was slipping away. It couldn’t just be any old gift for her. It had to be double-super-duper perfect.

She looked at the tchotchkes in the touristy gift store they were visiting with an irritated glare. There was nothing here for Mom. Dad was buying something for her advisor. Briana hoped that was a joke between them, and that Dad’s taste in gifts wasn’t really that bad. She needed gift advice, and Dad had better come through!

“Daddy.” Briana said, as they left the dumb tourist trap. “I need help. I can’t figure out what to get Mom.”

“Are you starting to feel little?” Jane asked, pulling Briana aside on the sidewalk.

“Because I called you daddy?” Briana snorted. “You think adult me isn’t the kind of girl that would call you daddy?”

Jane smirked. “Perhaps so. It does seem in character.” She stroked Briana’s cheek fondly.

“Daddy this is important!” Briana said. “Do you have any ideas?”

“She would love anything from you, which I know is not helpful, but it is a good starting point. It doesn’t have to be expensive, or rare.” Jane said. “The best thing you could get her is something that reminds her of you.”

Briana chewed her lip, digesting that. It was true that as cool as her parents pretended to be, they were big corny dorks on the inside. Even something dumb like a locket with a picture in it – Briana’s eyes went wide as a revelation struck her.

“Got it! Daddy, I need to shop on my own for a bit.”

Jane blinked. “Why?”

“Because it’s a joint present for both of you, and you can’t see your presents ahead of time. You’ll get Krampused!”

Jane laughed. “I don’t remember the Krampus ever coming for a father, but I agree a present should be a surprise. I don’t know about letting you shop on your own, though.”

“Please, Daddy!” Briana said, batting her lashes and putting on her best pleading expression. “I have the perfect present idea. I have my phone with me; we can make sure the ringer is on and everything. I’ll be a big girl and make you proud! Please?”

“Well, alright.” Jane said. “I trust you to make me proud.”

She kissed Briana on the forehead. There was a bit of an emotional shine in her eyes. Briana grinned and filed that information away for later. Apparently all it took to make Dad melt was saying she wanted to make Dad proud.

“Thanks, Daddy!” Briana said excitedly. “Look, my phone ringer is on and the phone has plenty of charge. Okay Daddy love you, see you soon!”

Briana left in a whirlwind, with Jane staring bemusedly after her. Her excitement had her walking far faster than the holiday shoppers. Something about the expression on her face, combined maybe with her gothic outfit, got people to move out of her way. This was a new experience for the five-foot-nothing Briana. She felt powerful!

The feeling helped solidify her Big-Briana mask. Little-Briana could revel in the feeling of being confidant. That in turn made her realize where the perfect place to get the lockets she wanted would be.

Fifteen minutes of confident striding later, Briana was standing outside Black Veil, the store that had sold her the dress she was wearing. The sign had a literal black-veiled woman in mountains of black lace on it. Briana giggled. It was so Mom.

Pushing her way into the store, Briana was greeted by the clerk. She smiled and waved. In the time it took to walk to the jewelry counter, the shop owner was already coming to greet her. Briana beamed. Things were going exactly as she’d hoped.

“Ms. Cassingham, right?” Wendy said, smiling. “Merry almost Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas!” Briana said. “And actually it’s Rasmussen now, as of this morning!”

“That’s amazing!” Wendy said, sweeping her purple shawl back so she could reach out and grab Briana’s hands. “Congratulations then, Ms. Rasmussen!”

“That sounds a lot like Mom.” Briana said, “Maybe I could be Miss Rasmussen.”

“Perfect.” Wendy said with a nod. “What can I do for you today?”

“I need two lockets. Really pretty ones. One can be all skulls and ravens, but the other should be more understated.” Briana said. “They’re for Mom and Dad.”

“We have a lot of lockets, let’s get them all out.” Wendy said, looking over at her clerk. The clerk took the hint, opening the glass case and pulling out the velvet display boards one at a time.

“I know I’m being picky, but do you have any four-picture ones, with the three pieces?” Briana asked.

“Be as picky as you want.” Wendy said, smiling. “I won’t be happy until you walk out of here with exactly what you’re looking for.”

“Thank you. I knew I could come here and get awesome help.” Briana said brightly.

She could see why Mom liked shopping at the Black Veil so much. They went over more than two dozen lockets. For every one of them, Wendy knew the manufacturer and could discuss the materials without referencing her laptop. Wendy’s patience was just as limitless as it had been the last time Briana had shopped there.

Finally, she had her selections. Mom’s locket was beautifully over the top, a silver patina pendant with a skull at the top and a thorned rose in relief on the face. Dad’s was a nice gold-enameled oval with seed pearls tucked into a geometric pattern. They would each hold four pictures, pictures that Briana now somehow had to take without giving the presents away. Christmas was getting complicated and sneaky!

“Those are beautiful, great choices.” Wendy said. “Do you want me to put them on your Mom’s account? She won’t see it until next month, when the statement goes out.”

“No, I can pay for them now.” Briana said. “Don’t wrap them, I still have to put the pictures in.”

“I’ll put them in nice display boxes so they look good when they’re opened.” Wendy said. “Thanks again for thinking of us.”

“Thank you for being so kind to me.” Briana said, with a soft smile. “It means a lot to be accepted without a lot of questions.”

“You’re welcome. I have a lot of respect for your mother.” Wendy said, handing the pendants to her clerk to box up as she rang up the sale. “She’s not just a customer to me. I’m glad to have any family of hers in the store, and I’m proud that people can shop here without being hassled.”

Little-Briana thought this was a perfect time for a hug, and Big Briana didn’t argue. She gave Wendy a quick, tight hug before handing over her payment. With a smile and a wave, she was out the door.

She was just about to text Dad that she was done with her shopping, when a deep voice said, “Briana?”

Briana looked up to see a big man. After a half-second of re-contextualizing him, she realized it was Arthur.

“Arthur!” Briana said, gleefully hugging him. He laughed, and crushed her with his huge arms.

“I almost didn’t recognize you in that dress.” He said.

“I almost didn’t recognize you in pants.” Briana said, smirking. She made sure to keep her voice low enough that nobody else would hear.

Arthur blushed. “Go easy on that. But – yeah, I get it. You look good. I didn’t expect you to dress so much like Veronica.”

“I don’t usually.” Briana said. “Even when I’m not in little-clothes. But I wanted some outfits that make me look like Mom. Plus this is probably my most formal dress, and I had to dress up today.”

“Okay, that makes sense.” Arthur said. “Do you have time to hang out, maybe get lunch?”

“Maybe!” Briana said. “I have to ask my Dad.” She typed out a quick text, asking Dad if she could have lunch with a friend.

“It’s okay if not, I just wanted a chance to talk when we’re not…” Arthur switched to a whisper. “Little.”

“That sounds fun.” Briana said. “I might have some questions for you.”

“You’d have questions for me?” Arthur asked, confused. “I was going to ask you. You seem like you’re a pro at it.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about how you do it.” Briana said. “You got into this totally different than how I did.”

A reply popped up on Briana’s phone. Dad wanted more information. It took telling dad that the friend was Arthur, as well as a promise to text Jane with the name of the restaurant when they chose one to get her permission. Briana smiled. Her daddy was so good at making her feel safe and looked after!

“Okay, we can do it!” Briana said. “You pick the restaurant.”

Arthur lead her to a place called Jook, which he said had some of the best soul food in town. It was a super classy-looking place with nice hardwood tables and bistro-style décor. The atmosphere was homey though, and all the staff seemed like they actually wanted to be there.

“Do you eat here a lot?” Briana asked as they took a seat at their table.

“Whenever I can.” Arthur said. “I can’t be eating out all the time, but this is my favorite spot. Plus, I try to support Black-owned businesses as a general rule.”

Briana nodded. “Then you tell me what I should get.”

“They have the best chicken sandwiches, hands-down. Go for the Jook Style one, you won’t regret it.” Arthur said.

“They put coleslaw on the sandwich?” Briana asked curiously, peering at the menu.

“Trust me, it’s good.”

“Okay, I’ll try it!” Briana grinned. “Which one are you getting?”

“Sassy and sweet.” Arthur said. “I would have suggested that one for you, but I don’t know if you like spicy.”

“Not all the time.” Briana nodded. She gave her order and menu to the server. Once they were alone at the table, she leaned in conspiratorially toward Arthur.

“What did you want to ask me about?”

“Well uh, first some questions about how you do the whole little thing. I don’t want to make assumptions.” Arthur said. “You’re wearing – them, all the time? I thought you were acting little all the time too, but obviously not.”

“Being out and big like this is new for me.” Briana said. “It’s a whole thing I can explain, but yeah, I used to be little all the time.”

“How did that come about?” Arthur asked. “You were in Microbio with Tamira, right? So you weren’t always little.”

“I was having medical issues.” Briana said. “Stress and incontinence. Mom helped me find a way to deal with it, which ended up with me being little. Once that happened, I couldn’t turn it off, so I was little from then on out.”

Arthur frowned nervously. “You got stuck that way?”

“Not stuck.” Briana considered. “This is a weird thing to tell you, but we’re already talking about it. I ended up defining myself as little. When I’m big like this, that’s the game. I’m playing pretend as a big girl. I don’t most people do it that way though. Melody doesn’t.”

“She’s little too?” Arthur asked.

“They.” Briana said. “They’re little sometimes. It helps them, I think they need it. But they aren’t that way all the time.”

“Hmm, okay.” Arthur said. He sat back in his chair and chewed on his lip.

“Are you trying to figure out how you feel about being little?” Briana asked. “I know I look like it’s all effortless now, but it was really tough for me to accept at first.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to be little, or wear protection, or lose my independence. It was really scary.”

“It is scary.” Arthur nodded.

“It’s wonderful too.” Briana said. “But it does take a lot of trust.”

“That’s the thing.” Arthur said. “I trust Tamira now, she’s great. But what if we break up?”

Briana considered that while the waiter brought them their food. There wasn’t a good answer, or at least not an easy one. She further delayed her answer by taking a bite of her sandwich. That turned out to be a delicious decision! Speaking of trust, she could trust Arthur to recommend food now.

“I don’t think there’s a way to reassure you on that.” Briana said. “A breakup will feel bad no matter what but, yeah, I don’t know what I would do if I broke up with Gary. I’d feel really betrayed. And if I didn’t have a mom and dad, if he was my daddy…”

Briana hastily wiped some tears away with a napkin. Too late, she realized she should have dabbed. The makeup mom had done turned the corner of the napkin black. It was probably smeared under her eyes like a raccoon now.

“I don’t know what to tell you I guess.” Briana said. “I know she cares about you a lot. It takes trust on her end too.”

Arthur nodded and sighed. He took a big bite of his sandwich. They both munched away for a bit in silence, giving themselves time to ponder.

“I’m asking because um – I was thinking of asking her to do it more long term.” Arthur said, hesitantly.

“Oh wow.” Briana said happily. “I’m excited for you. Like full time?”

“Not full time. Yet anyway.” Arthur said, squirming in his seat.

Briana recognized that squirm. There was way too much butt-wiggle for it to not be a diaper-squirm.

“Are you wearing protection right now?” Briana asked.

“Yes.” Arthur said softly, blushing.

“Does Tamira know?”

“No.” Arthur hid behind his sandwich, munching nervously on it.

“You wanted to see what it was like.” Briana said.

It wasn’t a question. Arthur nodded in confirmation. Briana considered.

“It might be better for you to talk to Melody, except that they probably don’t want to talk about this right now.” Briana said. In response to Arthur’s questioning look, she added, “Relationship stuff, I can’t really say without asking them first.” Arthur nodded.

“But I’m going to try an – experiment with my boyfriend.” Briana said. “A pretty intense one. We’re going to try it out for a couple of days.”

“School is on break.” Briana continued, “Why don’t you start with um – doubling whatever the longest time you’ve been little is. Or doing a full day if you’ve never done a full day.”

“I wanted to talk to her about it first.” Arthur said. “I just don’t know how to do the conversation.”

“So do the day thing.” Briana said. “Then when you’re talking about how that went, if it was good, you can talk about something more regular.”

“Hmm, that sounds pretty good.” Arthur said. “I still don’t know how to bring up the day thing though. I get so embarrassed when I talk to her about it. I feel like I’m asking for so much.”

“Would you like help with it?” Briana asked. “Like if you were little?”

Arthur blushed and put his hands in his lap, stiff-armed. “I don’t know about that.”

“I won’t push you.” Briana said. “But if it’d be easier for you, I’d do it.”

“You’d do what?” Arthur asked.

“Ask your mommy for you.”

Arthur looked like he wanted to curl in on himself. Briana waited patiently, working on her sandwich.

“How?” Arthur asked. There was lot of sweet longing in his voice. Briana’s heart was getting more and more melty by the moment.

“I have some inside info from a conversation that Melody told me about.” Briana said. “I’m sure she’d be happy to do it for you. You could start today, if you don’t have stuff you need to be big for.”

“Nothing that has to be done today – or tomorrow.” Arthur said.

Keen to shifts in people’s voices, Briana could hear the little creeping into Arthur’s voice.

“Is that a yes to me helping you?” Briana asked.

Arthur nodded.

“Okay, I will before I meet up with Dad.” Briana smiled. “We should finish our lunch though.”

Arthur relaxed a bit, returning to his sandwich with fresh vigor. Briana managed her sandwich and a few fries, but the mac and cheese side was going to have to go in a box.

“I wanted to ask you,” Briana said, “How do you transition between big and little?”

“So far Tamira and I have had really defined stuff.” Arthur said. “Thanksgiving at your place was the longest for sure. That one started when I got dressed for it, and ended when we got home.”

Briana nodded. “It helps to know when it’s going to end?”

“Yeah, and actually that one was pretty easy because I had the car ride over and back to ease into or out of it.”

This was good information. Really good information for being able to go back to classes. Bus rides to and from campus would be perfect for slowly transitioning her thoughts. Mom could even see her out the door like a kid going to school, which is what she would be!

With Arthur feeling off-balance and little-ish, Briana had the huge pleasure of getting to handle the check. They didn’t have enough history for her to explain it, but Arthur was the third friend she’d treated to a meal, ever.

With a happy glow in her heart and a full tummy, Briana took Arthur’s hand and headed out of the restaurant.

“Come here for a second.” Briana said, pulling Arthur into an alley. He followed her, already way more passive than he had been when they’d bumped into each other outside the dress store.

In the middle of the lunch hour, it was easy to find a moment with no one passing the alley. Briana pulled on the waistband of Athur’s pants and peeked in.

“Hey!” Arthur protested.

Briana looked up at her bulky friend. “I thought so. You’re wet.”

“You weren’t supposed to just – check me.” Arthur said, blushing furiously.

“I’m the big one right now.” Briana said, opening the contacts on her phone. “And I’m going to call your mommy so she can take care of you properly.”

Arthur’s shoulders slouched, just like they did when he was being little. He nodded, putting his hands awkwardly in his pockets.

“Hi Briana, what’s up?” Tamira asked over the phone.

“Hi Tamira!” Briana said brightly. “I’m out Christmas shopping and guess who I bumped into?”

“I’m guessing my boyfriend.” Tamira said.

“Close! Your little boy.” Briana said.

“Oh?”

“Well he must be.” Briana said. “He had an accident, and I don’t have any way to change him. He needs to be picked up.”

“He wet his pants in public?” Tamira asked, shocked.

“No, he was wearing a diaper like a good boy.” Briana looked up at Arthur. He was blushing again, squirming and standing pigeon-toed.

“Ain’t that something?” Tamira said. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing that his mommy can’t fix.” Briana said. “I think he’ll need some mommy time for a while though, at least through tomorrow afternoon, if you can manage it.”

There was a soft sound of Tamira’s breath catching, over the phone. “I’ll be right down to meet you. Where are you?”

“We’ll be on the corner of Northwest and Clover.” Briana said. “The coffee shop there.”

“You’re going to get him hyper before you hand him off to me?” Tamira laughed.

“That’s right. I’m the cool auntie right now.” Briana said.

“Okay, coming your way. You’ll have to tell me how this all happened some time though.”

“I will if Arthur doesn’t.” Briana said. “See you soon.”

Phone back in her purse, Briana took Athur’s hand firmly. “Let’s get a hot chocolate while we wait for your mommy.”

“But, there will be people there.” Arthur said bashfully.

“You don’t have to talk to anybody. Just sit at the table like a good boy, okay?”

Arthur nodded gratefully. He sat as small as he could when they got to the coffee shop, practically curled up in his booth seat. When the cocoa was ready, he hunched over it, sipping slowly and getting whipped cream on his nose.

Briana watched in fascination. Other than the rescue she’d done for Melody, she’d never seen anyone be little when she was big. It was easy to talk to him though, she simply had to do what her favorite caregivers did. Like being little was normal, which if anyone were to ask big or little Briana, it was!

“Careful you don’t end up leaking.” Briana said to Arthur. “I really don’t have a diaper with me, and mine wouldn’t fit you anyway.”

“I didn’t have an accident.” Arthur said petulantly.

“Are you forgetting that we’ve played together?” Briana asked. “I know what your potty-face looks like.”

“I don’t have a potty-face!”

“You do, and it’s adorable.”

Movement at the door of the coffee shop caught Briana’s eye. “Mommy’s here, let’s go, Arthur.”

Obediently, but with a bit of a discomforted waddle, Arthur followed Briana. They both got a hug from Tamira outside the shop.

“Dang girl, you look like Veronica!” Tamira said.

“It’s nice to match her sometimes.” Briana said, happily. “We have a ton to talk about, but I have to get back to Jane, and this little boy is about to leak into his pants.”

“Nuh uh!” Arthur protested.

“Don’t worry sweetie, Mommy will take care of it.” Tamira said. Arthur shifted closer so she could put an arm around his waist.

“Can we get together sometime for lunch or whatever?” Tamira asked.

“I would love that, and yes, we can.” Briana nodded.

“You’ve really got yourself put together today.” Tamira said. “I think you’re great little, but it’s good to see this you again too.”

“Thanks! It feels good to be able to do it. Text me about lunch, okay?”

“I will. See you later!”

After a group hug, Tamira put Arthur in her car and headed home. A quick text to Dad informed Briana that she wasn’t far away. Still full of happy fuzzy feelings, Briana found both her parents at another restaurant.

They looked so cute together, and they were both still dressed nicely from the morning’s court appointment. Briana’s suggestion of some pictures to commemorate the day were accepted without any suspicion on the part of her parents. The Christmas presents were nearly complete!

On the way home, Briana practiced Arthur’s suggestion. Instead of trying to snap out of Big-Briana mode, she looked out the window and let her thoughts drift. Big-centric stuff like signs and businesses faded away in favor of watching the snowdrift shapes and brave winter birds. By the time Jane pulled the car into the driveway, Briana was feeling comfortably little.

“Daddy, Mommy, I need to go potty.” Briana said.

“Come with me then, hon.” Veronica said, hurrying Briana inside while Jane gathered up her shopping bags.

“I still want to be in a cute outfit.” Briana said, once she was off the potty and on her changing table. “Can I wear a pretty dress, mommy?”

“Of course you can. Do you want your makeup off, or redone?” Veronica asked.

“Redone please. Can I wear my sparkly pink eyeshadow?”

Veronica laughed. “Against my better judgement, yes.”

Briana grinned and stripped off the last remnants of her big self, depositing her dress and bra on the floor. Even though she’d been a big girl and used the potty, Mom gave her a gentle pass all over her crotch and bum with the wipes.

She was getting the full, deluxe experience. Veronica stroked Briana’s legs and tickled her feet, until she was as full of giggles as she was of fried chicken. Her legs were posed for a detailed inspection. Declared rash-free and cute-bottomed by her mom, Briana got a light coating of lotion instead of the stinky medical cream.

With another pink-pony diaper sitting soft under her butt, Veronica gently powdered her, patting it into place. Veronica leaned in so that being taped up was almost a hug. They did hug, once the tapes were set.

Before any clothes happened, Veronica took a seat in her chair and pulled Briana into her lap. Happy to let Mom be in charge, Briana didn’t ask any questions. No questions were needed when Veronica pulled down her dress and bra strap to place Briana on her breast. She suckled away happily, eyes closed so that her whole world was Mom’s warmth pressing against her and the creamy sweetness in her mouth.

After snacks, Veronica took just as much care getting Briana into a pink satin dress and white tights. With her makeup sparkly and pretty, Briana was delighted to discover that she had remembered the last bit of her present plan.

“Can you take a picture of me and send it to me, mama?” Briana asked, sitting cross-legged with Alanna clutched to her chest.

“Of course. You’re really into pictures today.” Veronica said, snapping several pictures with her phone.

“I want to remember this day forever and ever.” Briana said. She wanted Mom and Dad to remember it too. All she needed was one more big day to get the pictures printed and put in the lockets, and they would never be able to forget!

“You are so sweet.” Veronica said, stroking Briana’s hair. “What do you want to do with your afternoon? Do you need a nap?”

“Can I play wherever you and Dad are?” Briana asked.

“Of course honey. I think we’ll just be doing some chores, maybe watching something on TV. We’re finally, really on break.”

“Okay, I’ll be on the couch.” Briana said, following Veronica downstairs. “Unless Melody wants to play.”

One thing was for sure, she wasn’t letting her family out of her sight for the rest of the day. The only thing that could make the day more perfect was if they could get a double-bed moved into Mom and Dad’s room for her and Melody.

[kerry]

Maybe my second-favorite chapter (after the one where I commented on the Briana POV narration). I love it!

[SolSombraYSoldados]

28 minutes ago, kerry said:

Maybe my second-favorite chapter (after the one where I commented on the Briana POV narration). I love it!

 

I love it so much. It really changed the characters for me. After this chapter, when Briana says "Mom" or "Dad", she's not 'saying kink stuff publicly' or whatever, it's just literally the truth. They are her parents now.
 

[YourFNF]

EEEEEeeeeeehhhh! Congrats to the new family!!!!

[BabySerenity]

I love this story so much!! I’m so looking forward to more of it!! Please!!

I relate so much to both Melody and Briana! Melody in the fact my childhood was horrible as well!! My family completely disowned me for being a sissy Trans girl!! And briana in the fact that I basically just need to be little all the time now! Unfortunately I don’t have a nice safe space to actually fully regress like I need to at the moment!! I have had way too much trauma!! So it’s really hard pretending to be adult now!!

[SolSombraYSoldados]

Melody's making a bold move, Cotton. Let's see how it works out for them.  Oh, there might also be a teeny tiny sex scene in this one.

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31

Melody was officially hiding from the world. But that’s what Little-space was for, right? Modern problems require modern solutions, and all that. They wondered if there was a diaper-girl version of that meme. Probably not. Not a ton of memes for ABDL stuff in general. Maybe that’s something Melody could fix.

Elden Ring was the perfect thing for a long escape. A brand new run to sink hours into. With no work for a whole break, Melody realized they might be able to try to do a complete clear of the game. They were too far behind the rest of the community to do speed runs, but the game was so huge that almost nobody had hundred-percented it.

Briana was back from her outing in time to watch the Godrick fight. When he grafted a dragon head to his arm, she declared it too scary. Melody gave their sister some good natured ribbing as she retreated to the living room to play on the Switch. It was okay to have a filthy casual for a sister, Melody supposed. It was great to have a sister, whoever she wanted to be.

As Melody worked their way towards the next boss, distracting notifications kept popping up. Someone was blowing up their PlayStation Plus messages. Finally, when the distractions got their character killed, Melody teleported back to a safe spot and opened them up.

They were all from Beatrix. Frantic messages begging Melody to respond to her. Asking if Melody was okay. Nervously, Melody sent a quick reply that they were okay. Almost instantly Beatrix replied: i’m going to call u

Like a boomer? Melody wondered.

 

It took Melody a moment to find their phone. It had a billion notifications too. Before they could check to see if there was anything more substantial in the text messages, the phone lit up with an incoming call. Beatrix.

Melody ran their thumb over the phone to accept the call. “Bea?”

“Melly!” Beatrix said. She sounded upset. “What’s been going on? You aren’t on discord or anywhere online. I had to track you down on the fucking PlayStation.”

“I’ve uh – been having a hard time. I’m sorry Bea, I just haven’t been up for talking to people.” Melody said.

“You didn’t think that I’m having a rough time, did you?” Beatrix said. “You were so freaked out when you came out as gay. Now I’m doing it, and I’m just supposed to be okay without any support?”

Melody’s gut churned with guilt. “Oh shit, Bea, I’m really sorry.”

“You should be. Or instead of being sorry you could be something useful, like here with me.” Beatrix said.

“I – I’m not supposed to. I got in trouble with Veronica…” Melody stammered.

“Melly, what the hell? This thing Veronica does is so fucked up! You’re really going to let her turn you into a baby? Like Briana?”

“Don’t bring her into this. You – don’t get to talk about her. Ever.” Melody said with force that surprised themself. From the pause on the other end of the line, it surprised Beatrix too.

“Okay, fine, fine. I’m just worried about you! It’s not normal to be a baby. It’s not normal to abandon your friends when they’re having a hard time. It’s not okay to avoid – your girlfriend.”

Melody’s heart thumped hard in their chest. “You – you really want to be my girlfriend?”

“You keep getting me off, I get turned on when I think about you, you’ve been in my life forever, what the hell else do we call it?” Beatrix asked.

Typical Beatrix. Melody sighed. Avoiding all her emotions. A girlfriend with no emotions wasn’t going to work out.

“Bea, that’s just sex. I – damnit, I love you. I have for a long time. Ever since you saved me from my stepdad. I can’t be the only one that has feels, if we’re going to actually date.”

“I need you.” Beatrix said. Her voice was raw, free of all the usual control and careful tone.

“You need me?” Melody asked, their voice cracking.

“Yes, stupid.” Beatrix said in a shaky voice. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That it hurts when I can’t see you? Does it feel good to know that I’ve been thinking about you like ten times a day?”

It felt really good to hear that, actually. It felt amazing. Melody’s heart thumped again. “The part about you needing me feels good, yeah. You hurting doesn’t feel good, of course.”

“Ugh, this is retarded!” Beatrix cried. “Emotions are stupid. Relationships are bullshit! Why can’t it be like before, but better? We used to hang out all the time. You were always with me. It could be like that again, except you could be mine all the way. My Melly. My girlfriend.”

Melody swallowed hard. It sucked a little to be called a girlfriend. That irritation was crashing hard up against Beatrix’s acknowledgement of their relationship.

“That sounds like something I’ve wanted forever.” Melody said. “Except now uh – I don’t really use female pronouns.”

“Oh come ON.” Beatrix sighed. “We used to laugh about woke bullshit like that. What happened to my Melly? That house fucked you up.”

Melody sighed too. Why did this have to be so hard? Why was everything about themself a fight with Beatrix? She’d come around eventually. It was incredible how much ground she’d given up to Melody already in this one conversation. They just had to give her some time. It hadn’t been that long since they’d been railing against ‘woke’ stuff before Veronica called them on it.

“There’s a lot of good stuff here.” Melody said. “You didn’t want me to live with you, remember?”

“Oh come on, that’s because I only had one room left, and Gurpreet offered to pay almost half the rent on her own.” Beatrix made a frustrated growl. “That was my fuckup, okay? I should have booted Mikhail for you. I – I’m sorry.”

An apology? From Beatrix? Any minute now Jesus was going to come down from the sky and tell everyone to get out of the pool.

“If I’m with you, can you be cool about me being a different person than I was at Boston College?” Melody asked.

“Let me ask you this, Melly. What the fuck are you wearing right now?”

Melody looked down. They sighed. “A one-piece pajama.”

“And a diaper?”

“And a diaper.”

“That’s who you want to be?” Beatrix snapped her fingers near the phone’s mic. “Don’t expect me to go all AOC overnight, okay? If you want to do some kind of Enby pro-gamer or programmer thing, that’s cool. Do it. You look good in button ups. Hot actually. Just don’t be a baby. What a fucking waste.”

It didn’t feel like a waste. It felt good, safe to be little. Or at least, it did when Melody was little. When they weren’t little, like this moment, there was still some worry. Part of them couldn’t help but agree with Beatrix. What would people say if they saw Melody like this?

“I guess I could get changed and meet you somewhere.” Melody said cautiously.

“Come to my house, Melly, for real. Just come here. Stay with me.”

“Overnight?” Melody asked.

“I want you here all the time. There’s room. Just – come to me.” Beatrix hesitated for a long time, finally adding. “Please.”

“I can’t just – Bea I have a lease and everything.”

Not to mention the actual family they had at the house. That wasn’t something they could imagine explaining to Beatrix yet though. Not for a while. Ironically, or to be more honest, sadly, they could easily imagine explaining it to Rosa.

“So break it. Or pay rent there until it’s done, and then you can get on the lease here. Just be my girl. Enby, whatever. Melly, I need you. Come over. Tonight.”

Melody’s hands and lips were trembling. She was making an effort. It was such a huge thing for Beatrix to do that.

“I can come for tonight at least.”

“That’s my Melly.” Beatrix said in relief. “When can you get here?”

“I have to change and stuff.” Melody said.

“Yeah, yeah. So get all that baby crap off, shower, dress, and drive here. That’s like – twenty five minutes.”

“Uh – it might take a little more…”

“See you in thirty minutes. Please Melly. I need you.”

“Okay.” Melody said. “I’m on my way.”

Beatrix blew a kiss over the phone and hung up. Melody stared at their phone. What was even happening? Nothing about this felt comfortable. They weren’t excited like they had been to stay at Rosa’s. It’s not like there wasn’t any excitement at all though. It was a long-sidelined dream come true, in a lot of ways. Plus who else did Melody have, when it came to romance? They weren’t likely to find another super tolerant girl like Rosa who would be cool with their diapers.

The tipping point was Bea needing them. They’d needed her, and she’d delivered. More than once. There was a lot of fucked up stuff that had happened between them since then. A lot of things that had to be talked about. Right now though, they had to be there for her. Or what kind of person were they, anyway?

 

Melody stripped naked and went straight to the shower. Not like people hadn’t seen them naked in the house plenty. Briana called across the living room, asking if they were okay. Melody pretended they hadn’t heard.

They even managed to get back to their room before Briana could confront them. Melody was in their best jeans and picking a shirt when their sister opened the bedroom door and let herself in.

“Melody, what’s going on? Are you going somewhere?” Briana asked, with obvious worry in her tone.

“I’m staying at Bea’s tonight.” Melody said, as firmly as they could manage.

“Sib no!” Briana said in alarm.

“She needs me.” Melody said. “I have to go.”

“She’s a liar!” Briana said. “A really scary one. How can you believe her? Please, please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry sis, I gotta.” Melody said, grabbing their wallet and stuffing some clothes in their backpack.

“I’m telling mom!” Briana shouted. When Melody didn’t react, she sprinted out of the room in a panic.

Melody made it to the door before Veronica called their name from the top of the stairs.

“Melody! Do NOT leave without talking to me.”

The doorknob was so tempting. Melody’s shoulders slumped. They turned away from the door to face Veronica. They didn’t have to wait long, she hurried down the stairs and was at the door in no time.

“Briana says you’re going to spend the night with Beatrix. That is a terrible idea.”

“She needs me.” Melody said softly. “I have to go.”

“Do you still consider me your mother?” Veronica asked.

“Yes.” Melody said, biting their lip.

“What will you do if I forbid you to go?” Veronica put her hands on her hips.

“You told me you wouldn’t stop me from seeing Bea by force.” Melody said.

“I also said I’d strongly disagree with you.” Veronica said, pinching her nose. “Briana thinks Beatrix is manipulating you. I agree. Please, don’t go to see her. Talk to her on the phone if you have to, but don’t go to her house.”

Melody shook their head. “I have to go. She was there for me when I needed her.”

“She’s also done terrible things to you.” Veronica said. “Things that should make you re-evaluate your relationship with her.”

“I talked to her on the phone. She was different. I even set some boundaries. It’ll be different this time.” Melody said. They hoped they were right.

“What if she’s not? At least let’s agree to an emergency out, and an end-time for this trip over there.” Veronica said.

“Uh, I guess that’s okay.” Melody said. “What would that be like?”

“After you’ve been over there for two hours, you have to call me from somewhere private. In a bathroom or outside the house.” Veronica said. “Tomorrow morning you have to be back here by ten am at the absolute latest.”

Melody shifted their weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t a terrible plan. Comforting really, like a safety net.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Melody said.

Veronica lost a little of her frantic worried look, but only a little. “I still wish you wouldn’t go. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Please stay, sib.” Briana said plaintively. “For me?”

Melody winced. “I have to go. I’ll call in a couple of hours.”

“Be safe, Melody.” Veronica said. “Please keep your eyes open. If something feels wrong, listen to yourself. You’re a smart, wonderful kid. I know your history with Beatrix is complicated, but don’t let it blind you.”

“Okay.” Melody nodded and turned to the door.

Before they could open it, Veronica wrapped her arms around them from behind. “What are you going to do? Tell me.”

“Keep my eyes open?” Melody asked.

“Yes. If it feels wrong, LISTEN to that feeling. Promise me.”

“I – I promise, mom.” Melody said softly.

“You can call me any time. Not just at the two hours. Any time of the day or night. I will have my phone with me and it’ll wake me up if I’m asleep.” Veronica said.

“It’s going to be okay.” Melody said.

“I hope so.” Veronica said. “I’m very afraid that it won’t be.”

There wasn’t anything left that they could say. Their will to go was teetering on the edge. It just felt impossible to abandon Beatrix when she was hurting. What if this was the thing that finally helps her be a better person? It made sense that she’d have all kinds of anger and messed up stuff if she’d been gay the whole time and didn’t realize it.

Melody might not be the best at figuring people out, but they didn’t abandon a friend. Not when something like this was happening. Reluctantly, they disengaged from Veronica and slipped out the door. Briana’s little wail as the door closed was like a knife in the heart.

There was no way out of this Kobayashi Maru. Somebody was going to be upset with them. Might as well go for the play that could save somebody. Beatrix was fixable. She just needed refactoring. So much refactoring.

 

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Melody pulled up at Beatrix’s house. Bea’s sleek blue Mazda was the only car in the driveway. That was a good sign. With some actual privacy, they might be able to work things out. As expected, they didn’t have to knock on the door. It was open before they’d set foot on the steps. Melody hoped that Beatrix wasn’t pissed off. Thirty minutes to arrive had been a pipe dream, never mind twenty five. It was a good forty five minutes since they’d hung up the phone.

“Hey Bea…” Was as far as Melody got.

Beatrix yanked Melody into the house, slamming the door. As Melody was bracing for a temper tantrum, Bea’s lips met theirs. The kiss lit a fire in Melody’s belly. It was hungry. Beatrix was kissing them like the world was ending. Pressing against them like Melody was her air to breathe. When Melody joined in, tangling their tongue with Bea’s, everything went away.

Melody’s phone and backpack were somewhere. They didn’t care. All that mattered was the intensity of the passion they shared. Bumping into pictures, stumbling down the hall, they neared the bedroom. All the while their lips were locked, never coming apart for longer than it took to gasp for air.

Clothes came off fast and rough. Even the brief time it took to fling their shirts away left them whining in need. BOTH of them. Gloriously bare, Beatrix tackled Melody to the bed. Everywhere they touched it was skin to skin. The kisses had escalated. Beatrix’s taste was liquid cocaine. There was a spark running between them like a Tesla coil, roaring and crackling to drown out all other sensations.

It wasn’t going to be a quick romp, a tension-breaker like they’d had in their clandestine encounters on campus. Beatrix had barely touched Melody’s chest, or let them touch hers. They spent an unknowable time writhing together, breathing each other’s breath.

Finally, Beatrix grabbed Melody’s hair, a good fistful of it. It would have hurt at the door, but that was a lifetime ago. The pain was welcome now, it sharpened Melody’s focus on the elegant curves of their girlfriend’s face. Bea was about to put them to work. Unlike their school encounters, Melody was one hundred percent up for it. They were eager to please the elemental sex spirit that had somehow agreed to date them.

Except that wasn’t what happened. Beatrix held Melody’s gaze for a moment, then dipped her head to their neck. Teasing kisses, tantalizing licks, and rough bites alternated from Melody’s jawline to their collarbone.

The ecstatic sensations kept going down. When Bea’s tongue flicked over Melody’s nipple, they tried to reach for her. She pinned their arms to the bed, forcing a desperate moan out of Melody. Beatrix spent a long, hot time on Melody’s breasts, licking, sucking, and kissing. From out of nowhere, the bright sensation of Beatrix’s teeth would reset the whole rollercoaster. Soaked in sweat and moaning like a porno, Melody could hardly believe they had been pushed to the edge of ecstasy on their breasts alone.

Impossibly, Bea’s mouth wandered lower. Melody had hardly touched her yet. It was all out of order, out of the bounds they’d expected. Drowning in a torrent of confusion and pleasure, Melody gave up on thinking and let themself enjoy the ride.

When Beatrix reached their sex, any remaining higher functions went offline. Bea had her tongue curled around Melody’s clit – when had she learned how to do that? She had fingers inside Melody, front and back. Everything was tingling and on fire. All those tingling nerves were being stroked, sucked, licked, or massaged.

Beatrix was unphased by Melody’s first orgasm. Nor did she hold back after the third, or the fifth. She put her unbelievably dexterous tongue and fingers to work on Melody until they were wrung out, gasping, sore-throated from their cries.

Only then did Beatrix give them respite. Melody fought to catch their breath between bouts of tasting themself on Bea’s lips. The break was over before it had properly begun, with Beatrix guiding Melody’s hands and mouth across her body.

They would have done anything for her, even before she’d blown their mind out with pleasure. They worshipped her body, first chest and belly, then deep between her legs. Beatrix was insatiable, thrusting her hips up against Melody’s mouth, then riding their face as she screamed again and again.

Time lost its meaning. There was only their bodies and the mind-bending pleasure they gave each other. They could have been on stage, in a stadium, and Melody wouldn’t have cared. Nothing existed except Beatrix.

 

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At some point, they must have stopped. Melody found themself waking up. Everything was sore. Especially between their legs. But the miracle still held. There was a warm, lithe, unspeakably defiled body cuddled up against them. Melody smiled, nuzzled their girlfriend to wake her.

“Melody.” Beatrix said, lifting her head immediately. She hadn’t been asleep. “You kept up with me, on the first time.”

“I – did?” Melody wasn’t sure about that. Didn’t remember enough details to be sure about anything that had happened.

“You didn’t collapse until I did.” Beatrix’s eyes were wide, dilated, manic. “You’re the one I was looking for. You’re perfect. And now you belong to me.”

Deliberately, Beatrix lowered her mouth to Melody’s shoulder and bit, hard. Melody cried out, all their nerves jangling again. When Bea raised her head again, Melody was surprised there wasn’t blood on her lips.

They stared into those intoxicating, crazy eyes and felt themself drowning again. Melody belonged to Beatrix. Completely. The sheer intensity of the experience, of Beatrix’s gaze, and of her charisma took Melody to a place that felt religious.

“I’m yours.” Melody said, and meant it.

Beatrix shivered along her full body at those words. Melody had seen plenty of people in religious ecstasy at her bio-mom’s crazy churches. They were seeing it again in bed now. Feeling it for themself, as they’d never felt it under a cross.

“We are going to be unstoppable.” Beatrix said. “Do you feel it, Melody? Can you feel what we have?”

Melody felt Beatrix grab her hands, hard. Their fingers laced together. It felt like unlimited potential. Glorious excitement rose in Melody’s chest.

“The world better watch the fuck out.” Melody said.

Beatrix’s face lit up. “Amazing. You do everything right, the first time. I can’t believe I ever called you a fuckup. What a waste of five years.”

Before Melody could answer, Beatrix kissed them again. This one was quick, a punctuation mark. She rose from the bed and stretched. Melody watched her, every neuron they had activating from the power of their disrespectful gaze.

“I’m going to shower.” Beatrix said. “Then you will. We’ll order in something. Then we can figure out what your submission to me is going to be like.”

“My – what?” Melody asked. More brain functions were coming online. There wasn’t regret, exactly, but a lot of the last – however much time felt like it needed evaluating.

“We’re done with the diaper thing, remember?” Beatrix said, hand on her hip. “I offered you slave, pet, or pony. We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

“Uh-buh.” Melody’s brain, so newly booted up, went right back to BSOD.

Bea blew them a kiss and walked naked to the bathroom. That probably meant that roommates weren’t home, Melody hoped. Especially after what they’d just done together. How LOUD it had been. With the door open, even.

Submitting to Beatrix would be hot, as long as it was negotiated and agreed on properly. It sounded like Bea actually wanted to negotiate. All this because I pushed Bea away a little and set some boundaries with her? Melody wished they’d had the guts to do that ages ago. Wished they’d had a Veronica to force them to set boundaries five years ago when they’d confessed their love to Beatrix.

Veronica! Melody had no idea what time it was. It seemed a little absurd that the sex had gone on for two hours, but they’d napped after. Stumbling to their feet, Melody threw the soggy sheet around their shoulders and made for the door.

They found their phone flung onto one of the couches, with a lot of notifications. They were all from Veronica. It was almost fifteen minutes past the check in time. Melody craned their head down the hall. The shower was roaring away and Beatrix was singing. Badly. She loved her long showers, there would be plenty of time for a call.

Melody pressed the call button and was almost instantly connected to Veronica. “Hi…”

“Melody! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. I’m sorry I missed the call-back time.”

“What happened? Are you sure things are okay?”

“Um – I just lost track of time because uh – we were – you know.”

“Melody. Are you telling me you had sex for over two hours?”

“No – it was probably just an hour, but I fell asleep – anyway everything is good here.”

“Is it? Have you talked to her at all? Or has it been purely physical?”

“It’s been physical, but we’re going to talk during dinner. Her words.”

Melody very deliberately left out the exact topic of the conversation. That was a little too weird to share with Veronica. Even if they were close enough for Melody to call her mom, that just brought talking about sex back into a weird zone. "Mom, she wants me to be her pony-girl", was not a conversation that was going to happen.

“Mel, please listen to me. Talking should have been the first thing that happened. I’m worried that she’s trying to string you along with intense experiences until you do something that puts you in her power again.”

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Melody said, more bitterly than they’d wanted to. “She told me that I’m the thing she’s been missing. That I’m perfect. That we can take on the world together. She said that to ME.”

“You are amazing and anyone would be lucky to be in a relationship with you, not just Beatrix. I can be happy for you. I even will be, if I stop seeing red flags. I’m still seeing them. That sounds very sweet, but it could be more manipulation.”

“It’s not!” Melody said, their voice cracking. “It’s not manipulation! She means it! She loves me!”

“Melody, please. Oh goddess, please, Mel, my child, listen to me. I’m so afraid for you right now. You are not thinking clearly at all. Beatrix is not helping you look at your relationship clearly. She’s doing the opposite. There’s a chance it’s just new-relationship excitement, but there’s so much danger based on her past behavior, and how she’s treated people the whole time she’s been at ABDU.”

“How do you know how she’s treated people?” Melody asked. The phone rattled against their head with the shaking of their hands. “You’ve never met her.”

“I have had a lot of conversations over the last few weeks with people about Beatrix. Starting after she tricked Briana into letting her into the house. One of my colleagues helped me build a psych profile on her. It’s got a lot of concerning things in it.”

“You – profiled her? Like a criminal? You’re not giving her a chance!” Melody lashed out with a hand, smashing their knuckles into a wall. “It’s not her fault! She didn’t know she was gay! She’s neuro-atypical! Just like me!”

“Melody, please stop shouting. I’m sorry if I upset you. I wanted to know more about the person who forced her way into my home, frightened my daughter, and hurt my child. She is NOT like you. You are so loving, you care about people so much. I don’t see those qualities when people talk about Beatrix.”

“You don’t know anything about her.” Melody was shaking all over now. “I thought – I thought you’d be happy for me. She makes me feel so wanted. It’s finally – she’s finally mine. She can love people. SHE LOVES ME.”

“Mel…”

Veronica’s voice was gone with a quick swipe of Melody’s thumb over the end call button. The phone rang again, immediately. Melody declined the call, and the phone rang again. Opening the phone’s quick-settings, Melody put the phone in airplane mode. It didn’t ring again.

“You say something, lover?” Beatrix called from down the hall.

“No, just checking my phone.” Melody said. “My turn for a shower?”

“All yours. You care what we get for dinner?”

Melody tossed her phone back on the couch and walked down the hall. “Are your roommates gone all night?”

“All night and a couple more days. Some of them won’t be back until the end of the break.” Beatrix said, tracing the bite-mark on Melody’s shoulder. “The house is all ours.”

Melody felt the stress of the conversation with Veronica melt away. It really was going to be perfect. A romantic getaway, just the two of them.

“Order whatever you want. I’ll put myself in your hands.”

“That’s my Melody. My obedient love.”

Melody sighed happily, letting the sheet drop. There was another tingle of joy when Beatrix visibly checked them out. She wanted them. It was real. Finally, completely, gloriously real.

It had to be real.

[kerry]

I don't even have to tell you my reaction to this chapter. You already know.

[SolSombraYSoldados]

8 minutes ago, kerry said:

I don't even have to tell you my reaction to this chapter. You already know.

 

I do! At least Mel is getting called on their bullshit directly this time. 

[Guilend]

I’m just as scared for Mel. ?

[Hugues]

I Can't wait to come back on Monday and see the update. I've been so excited and excited about this series, and it gives me a wonderful expectation that it might not be about sex, it's about the lifestyle, the warm part of the relationship

[YourFNF]

23 hours ago, SolSombraYSoldados said:

What if this was the thing that finally helps her be a better person? It made sense that she’d have all kinds of anger and messed up stuff if she’d been gay the whole time and didn’t realize it.

Hon she raped you... She hit you.... You can't fix her run! Gods I am so scared for Mel... This relationship is so toxic and unhealthy....

Fuck this is painful to watch

.....

Also I figured out the Mel&Veronica song

 

[SolSombraYSoldados]

14 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Hon she raped you... She hit you.... You can't fix her run! Gods I am so scared for Mel... This relationship is so toxic and unhealthy....

Poor Mel wants to believe so badly. They want to believe that they are valuable, but they can't.

 

16 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Also I figured out the Mel&Veronica song

Oh yeah, this is very good. ❤️ 

[SolSombraYSoldados]

12 hours ago, Hugues said:

I Can't wait to come back on Monday and see the update. I've been so excited and excited about this series, and it gives me a wonderful expectation that it might not be about sex, it's about the lifestyle, the warm part of the relationship

The series title is "The Found Family Trilogy". ❤️ 

[LilRedAli]

59 minutes ago, SolSombraYSoldados said:

The series title is "The Found Family Trilogy". ❤️ 

This is the reason I’m still here lol cuz I’m hoping for a third ? I read ahead so I can’t say much but there is still so much to learn about this Family! ?

[SolSombraYSoldados]

23 minutes ago, LilRedAli said:

This is the reason I’m still here lol cuz I’m hoping for a third ? I read ahead so I can’t say much but there is still so much to learn about this Family! ?

The book in this thread is already into the third book!  Little Sister Briana will be split into 2 books for ebook publication. The current story ends on chapter 40 by the numbering we're using in this thread, on Christmas Day.  

The series will be: Baby Briana, Little Sister Briana (Finishes at Thanksgiving), A Family For Briana.

HOWEVER!  There is a new series coming some time in 2023.

The Safe Harbor Trilogy will feature the following tentative titles: Little Lady Briana, Little Witch Melody.

 

[LilRedAli]

16 minutes ago, SolSombraYSoldados said:

The book in this thread is already into the third book!  Little Sister Briana will be split into 2 books for ebook publication. The current story ends on chapter 40 by the numbering we're using in this thread, on Christmas Day.  

The series will be: Baby Briana, Little Sister Briana (Finishes at Thanksgiving), A Family For Briana.

HOWEVER!  There is a new series coming some time in 2023.

The Safe Harbor Trilogy will feature the following tentative titles: Little Lady Briana, Little Witch Melody.

 

So A Family for Briana is the next book? Cuz I saw on the website it says Trilogy so that’s why I was hoping for more with this Wild/Cute Family! There are still people I wanna meet and events to see and my Imagination has been going crazy since I read it all! 
 

I also realized I never really said just how Happy/Grateful I am to your Writing Skills! I can’t wait to read more of your Stories and I’m definitely here for the long haul lol 

[SolSombraYSoldados]

10 minutes ago, LilRedAli said:

So A Family for Briana is the next book? Cuz I saw on the website it says Trilogy so that’s why I was hoping for more with this Wild/Cute Family! There are still people I wanna meet and events to see and my Imagination has been going crazy since I read it all! 
 

I also realized I never really said just how Happy/Grateful I am to your Writing Skills! I can’t wait to read more of your Stories and I’m definitely here for the long haul lol 

We're in the middle of A Family For Briana right now. LSB's ebook version will end on the Thanksgiving chapters. I haven't changed the title because that's how it's been published online.

It wasn't until I got to chapter 30-something of LSB that I realized I was writing two books instead of one!

[SolSombraYSoldados]

There's a lot going on in this chapter! There are feels and BRIANAVERSE DEEP LORE.  

 

The chapter below runs at the same time as this chapter of my AB Sitter story. You may enjoy reading them together.

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32

Watching Melody go back to that monster broke Briana’s heart. Especially because Mom had let her go. Her pain made her too Little to let her understand why Veronica had done it. There was a part of her that knew she shouldn’t take feelings out on her mom. Listening to that part of her meant going even more Little. Little enough that she was perfectly happy for Veronica to put her in her playpen, in the living room, for the rest of the evening.

It was time to assemble the forces of Cloudland. There was an invasion of monsters that were all called Beatrix. Briana, Alanna, and the rest of the knights killed a lot of those monsters. They all turned into gross stuff as they died, like poop and snot. The main Beatrix was a big nasty barf monster. Briana felt a better after that horrible thing was banished from the clouds.

Feeling better wasn’t the same thing as feeling good. Sleep that night wasn’t restful, there were too many dreams. Most of them were just on the edge of being nightmares. Even when morning came, the uneasy feelings stayed. Mom was worried all through their morning routine. Briana found herself comforting Veronica, as much as the other way around.

They were both waiting for ten AM to come. Briana sat on the floor at Veronica’s feet where they could watch the door. Ten came and went. Mom was on her phone, frantic. Briana didn’t have the heart to ask for details, but it didn’t look like anything good was happening.

Finally, Veronica tossed her phone into her purse and stood up. “Briana, are you alright taking a trip in the car dressed like you are now, or do you need a change of clothes?”

Briana looked down at her onesie and tights. Her diaper was pretty obvious, especially since it was a little wet. That didn’t really bother her, but she didn’t want to be around a bunch of people dressed that way. In case some of them were jerks. On the other hand, Mom looked like she was in a big hurry.

“If I don’t have to get out of the car it’s fine.” Briana said. “Where are we going, mommy?”

“To get your sibling.” Veronica said. “Put your shoes on. I’m going to get your father.”

Nervous but hopeful, Briana waddled over to the door and got her shoes on. Mom and Dad joined her, in the middle of a discussion.

“We both know that she is going to be extremely nasty.” Jane said. “But more than that, I’m sure she will blow you off and tell you to leave. What will you do then?”

“Argue with her.” Veronica said. “This situation has escalated in part because Beatrix doesn’t have enough people pushing back against her unacceptable behavior.”

“A shouting match on her doorstep is your plan? You expect to get results from that?” Jane shook her head. “Love, this isn’t like you.”

“It wasn’t like me until I became a mother.” Veronica said. “I don’t care how small the chance is, I’m taking it. I’m going to do everything I possibly can to help Melody, even if it makes me look stupid or foolish.”

Jane took Veronica in her arms. They held each other tightly. Briana joined in on the hug, wrapping her arms around both of them as best she could.

“I love you and I understand. Let’s tilt at this windmill.” Jane said.

“Thank you. Can you get our daughter into the car?” Veronica asked.

“You’re driving? While you’re this upset?”

“I need something to do that isn’t stewing in my emotions.” Veronica said.

Jane nodded. “Alright. Come on Bri.” She took Briana’s hand and got her well buckled up.

Mom’s worry was palpable on the drive over. It lay over everyone in the car like a lead blanket. Briana began to wish she had transformed big before they’d come, just to be able to better handle the emotions. There hadn’t been time, though. Little Briana understood enough to know that Big Briana was not going to be okay sitting in the car in a onesie and a wet diaper.

When they arrived at the house, Briana shivered. The sight of it briefly brought back the numbing cold she’d felt on her ill-advised adventure. It was a horrible place. A horrible place her sibling was stuck in.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Dad asked.

“Only if you feel you need to be there.” Mom said. “This is going to escalate enough without starting it out two against one.”

“I will wait in the car. I love you.” Jane said.

“I love you mama!” Briana said, projecting every bit of love she could manage toward Veronica.

“I love you both. I’ll be back in a moment, hopefully with Melody in tow.” Veronica checked her war-paint, lightly adjusting one of her eyeliner wings with a black lacquered fingernail, and stepped out of the car.

Briana stared out the window. It was like watching a scary scene in a movie. The raven-clad heroine going to retrieve her child from the den of monsters. Briana clutched Alanna and prayed. She didn’t have any gods to pray to, so she prayed to the powers of Cloudland. Protect my mommy, she begged them, save my sibling.

It took a while for the door to open after Veronica knocked. Even from the car, Briana could see that Beatrix looked like hell. She wasn’t the put-together, controlling beauty she’d been when Briana had invited her over. She was wearing a camisole top and some shorts. Her hair was wild.

Then the shouting started. Try as she might, Briana couldn’t make out the words. She was afraid to roll her window down, afraid to attract Beatrix’s attention. Mom was so brave, but Beatrix was making that angry face again. The one that turned her from a model-beautiful women into mask-faced monster. Whatever venomous words she was spewing, Alanna thought Briana was better off not hearing them.

Alanna was probably right, as usual.

The shouting was going on for a really long time. Finally, Mom threw her hands up in the air, yelling loud enough to match Beatrix’s volume. All that got her was the door slammed in her face. It hit the frame so hard it could have been a firecracker going off.

Shaking, Veronica made her way back to the car. She paused outside the door for a few moments to take some deep breaths, then climbed back into the driver’s seat.

“Are you alright?” Jane asked.

“That woman is a monster.” Veronica said. “I have never been so angry in my entire life.”

“Please be careful my love. I am worried about Melody too, but don’t let Beatrix get too much power over you as well.”

“Ja, man muss seinen Feinden erziehen, aber nicht eher, als bis sie gehängt worden.“ Veronica said, in what sounded to Briana like excellent German. The accent matched Dad’s really well, at least.

“Passen Sie auf, dass Sie Dantes und nicht Monte Cristo bleiben.” Jane replied. “Do you want me to drive home?”

“I need the distraction again.” Veronica said.

Briana realized she was biting her lip so much that she’d nearly made herself bleed. She wished she could say something, anything to make the situation better. She wished she could ask about what happened, but it had obviously been horrible. There had to be something she could do.

Finally, she fell back on her old standby, leaning forward and putting her head on Veronica’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I love you, Mommy.”

Veronica sighed, shuddering. She cupped Briana’s head gently, kissed her hair. Dad leaned in as well, pulling them all into a firm hug. They held that for a while. It helped, a bit.

Then, what could they do? Briana got buckled up again and they left that accursed place. Mom’s hurt might have been blunted, but her anger wasn’t. Briana was pretty sure she saw Veronica use The Force or witchcraft on several traffic lights, changing them to green by the sheer power of her glare.

Back at home, the house was empty and quiet. No roommates, no sibling. Briana stuck close to her parents (her real parents!), not wanting either of them out of touching range. The feeling seemed to be mutual. They got Briana changed into a new diaper together, had a quiet lunch together, and sat in Mom and Dad’s sitting room together.

Dad was pretending to read. Mom was looking out the window. Briana was cuddling Alanna at their feet. It was so quiet that Briana could hear the snow falling gently on the roof.

The sound of Veronica’s phone shattered the quiet. They all jumped! Dad dropped her book. Veronica’s mad scramble to grab her phone knocked her favorite lamp onto the floor, shattering it. Dad and Briana stared at Veronica, hoping against hope.

“It’s not Melody.” Veronica said. “It’s my mother. Sorry for scaring everyone.”

Dad murmured that it was okay. Briana leaned her head against Mom’s leg. So it was Mom’s Mom on the phone. Michelle. Grandma. (Maybe) After taking another big breath, Veronica answered the phone.

“Hello Mom, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Veronica asked, keeping her tone light.

“News? What kind of – oh, alright, please tell me.”

“They found what?” Veronica’s voice cracked.

Briana looked up at her mom in terror. It looked like the whole rest of Mom was going to crack. She had tears in her eyes already, her hand was white-knuckled on the phone.

“Of course, I’m coming now. The next plane, whenever that is.” Veronica said. “Oh goddess, are you alright? Where’s my sister?”

“Geneva? Of course. Mom, I wish I’d known that was now, I’m sorry for letting it slip. I should have been up there, or brought you here.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but I’ll feel better when I see you. Can I call someone for you? Do you need anything now?”

“That was nice of her. I’ll make sure to thank her when I get…” Veronica looked over at Dad, who was making a ‘us together’ gesture. “when possibly the two of us get there. Yes, Jane. I think so too, it’s just – never mind, I will make it work. I love you, Mom. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Veronica hung up the phone. A sob burst out of her, all her big mommy control was gone. Briana clung to Veronica’s leg. Dad was out of her chair, hugging Veronica tightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jane asked.               

“I think you probably heard enough for now. I just – I don’t know what to do. I have to go help her. I want you to be there, but we can’t leave Briana.”

Briana felt like a bug. They couldn’t bring her along, of course. She was too weird to show off to Michelle when she was little. Being big wouldn’t last long enough. At least she had her Mom and Dad. That would be enough. She was clutching Alanna tightly enough that the lioness’ stitches were straining, but she couldn’t make herself stop.

“Can’t Gary…” Jane asked.

“No, he’s out of town. Everyone is out of town.” Veronica said.

“So we hire a sitter.” Jane said.

“We – what?” Veronica looked at Jane in shock. “We hire some callow high schooler to come take care of our daughter?”

“There’s a service. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it, though I guess it’s not normally for adult babies.” Jane said. “It’s an app where you can hire someone for – whatever. One of the people on that app specializes in adult babysitting.”

“That is insane.” Veronica said. “You want to hire an adult escort to take care of Briana?”

“You are going to be taking your mother to the hospital.” Jane said. “Who’s going to take care of her dogs? Who’s going to take care of you? What happens when you need food? You’d rather leave her and go to the cafeteria than have me get it for you?”

“But, there has to be a way…”

“I’ll do it, mommy.” Briana said. “I’ll be good, and brave. I’m s-sorry I can’t come and see – Michelle. But I’ll be super good for the sitter, it’ll be okay. I promise. I swear on my honor as a knight.”

“Oh darling.” Veronica sobbed again.

She pulled Briana into her lap, squeezing her until Briana thought her ribs would crack. It was just about a tight enough hug for the situation.

“I’m not ashamed of you.” Veronica said. “I need you to know that.”

“I believe you.” Briana said. “I understand about Michelle. It’s okay.”

“It’s NOT okay.” Veronica said. “But this isn’t the time to surprise her with something that will take a lot of thinking. Mom is – there’s something very scary wrong with her. Stress, confusion, worry, all of those things are big no-nos for her right now.”

“But she’s going to be okay?” Briana asked, in a tiny voice.

“She will. She’s going to get excellent medical care, and it’s a fixable thing.” Veronica said. “When she recovers, I will explain to her about you. After all, she can’t have Christmas by herself.”

“She’s coming here?” Briana asked, clutching nervously at Veronica’s dress.

“She is. When she does, you’ll be calling her Grandma, understand?” Veronica sniffled, recovering some of her composure. “It’s a little impertinent for a little girl to call her Grandmother by her first name.”

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I’ve been of anything.” Veronica said. “You’re going to meet your grandmother as soon as you can.”

“Both of your grandmothers.” Jane said. “And your grandfather, though my parents won’t be able to make it from Germany this Christmas, on such short notice.”

“Mommy, Daddy.” Briana said, sniffling back tears. “I’m sorry for making this about me. You’re both really worried and…”

“And we are your parents, so part of our job at this time is to take care of you, my baby bee.” Jane said.

There was yet another group hug. It was too bad that a day with so many big hugs had to be so rough. It had to end quickly too, because Mom and Dad were both in their busy mode.

“Will you set up an interview with that person?” Veronica asked. “I am NOT trusting Briana to them without an interview. If they can’t make it today, then they don’t get the job.”

“I’ll let her know. She’s a ABDU student. Named Monserrat.” Jane said.

“Thank you love. I’m going to buy the tickets. Does that app have identity information like a driver’s license or something, to validate the person you’re hiring?”

“I believe so, but you only have access once you book the job and put down a non-refundable deposit.”

“Please do that, and send the information to Simon’s email. I’ll call him after, so he can get a rush background check done.”

“I think I’m going to do something too.” Briana said. Both her parents looked at her curiously. “I’m going to switch to big, and get registered for classes.”

“It’s working well enough for you that you feel confident about that?” Veronica asked.

“Yes Mama.” Briana smiled. “I was planning to do it sometime this week anyway. If I do it now, you can concentrate on what you’re doing, without having to take care of me.”

“Honey, we don’t mind…”

“I know, but this is a way I can help Grandma.” Briana said. It still felt weird to call Michelle that. Like she didn’t have the right yet. Not that she didn’t believe what Mom had said, but she didn’t know what Michelle’s reaction would be. Plus, Briana might be little, but she wasn’t dumb. Michelle was in some kind of scary medical situation. There might be bad news instead of a grandma for Christmas. Really, really bad news.

“You are a darling. In that case I can do the interview in my office on campus. That’ll be easier for everyone probably. I’ll drive you over to campus, okay?”

“Thanks Mommy.” Briana said. She gave Mom and Dad both a big hug, and left them to their planning.

In her room, Briana set Alanna carefully in the crib and stepped away. It was time to be big. Not as a cute thing to flirt with Gary, not to be walked through a court date with her parents. On her own, for a few hours at least.

“Shazam!” Briana said. It was ridiculous, but it was a nice way to cap off being little for a bit. In her mind’s eye she imagined putting on her big self like armor. One by one she counted off her Big-Self abilities. Microbiology knowledge! Determination! Courage!

Most of all, she had a mom and dad, even when she was big now. It was on paper, big people paper, recorded in government buildings. Despite everything that had happened that day, Briana had to smile. It was still so new and wonderful.

Now that her mental armor was set, nestling her little-self safely in her heart, she needed outer armor. Briana opened her drawers. Her dusty panties were tempting, but too risky for a first try. The diaper had to go, though. Briana stripped down, starting off her outfit with a pair of pullups.

With a rush of excitement, Briana realized she could wear pants! Long underwear went on first, but after that, a pair of jeans felt great. She put on a cute blouse and responsibly covered it with an equally cute sweater. Gloves, hat, scarf, coat, and sensible shoes were all going to be needed. Big Briana could do it, without making Mom and Dad do it for her.

Unlike her panties, Briana’s desk was dusty in more than a metaphorical sense. Good thing Mom hadn’t seen that! With the dust whisked away, Briana gathered up her purse and ID card, her banking info that Veronica had given her, and all her financial aid stuff. Most of the aid was probably void at this point, but whatever money she could save her family was a good thing.

With glee, Briana did her makeup in cute pinks and reds, with just a hint of gold. It was unfortunate that she didn’t have time to do her nails. That was okay, it left something extra for next time.

She was ready at the door with all her stuff before her parents were. It was a new, exciting kind of joy to see them so proud of her. Yes, Big Briana would need to be around to stay. Little Briana could see the advantages.

 

The rest of her big-time was not nearly as satisfying. There was a lot of waiting and filling out of forms. Partway through, Mom texted her to let her know that the babysitter checked out. Briana sighed in relief. That was one less thing for her parents to worry about.

She met Monserrat outside the admin building and was immediately struck by how big the woman was. Monchi was Casey-sized! The comparison was especially apt when Briana found out that Monserrat and Casey had been sexy-friends at some point.

Being babysat by a stranger was strange at first, but Briana was honestly too distracted worry about that. Even after she was little, all her worries were reserved for Melody and Michelle. It was a tribute to how nice Monserrat was that Briana had a good time at all. The chocolate-dipped churros helped a little too.

 The highlight of the evening was a video call to Mom. Briana was desperate to hear that at least one of her people was okay.

“Hi Mama!” Briana said, waving frantically at the tablet, from Monserrat’s lap.

“Hello Baby Bee.” Veronica said, with a tired smile.

“Where’s Daddy?”

“Taking care of the dogs.” Veronica said. “She wishes she could call you, but the house internet is down. It looks like Mom needs a little more help than she was letting on.”

“But you and the doctors fixed everything, right?” Briana asked.

“The surgery was successful.” Veronica said. “She isn’t completely out of the woods yet, but it is very good news.”

“Mama, I’m so glad! I was super big worried about you all day! Grand- uh, Michelle too!”

“You can call her Grandma if you want, sweetie. Thank you. It helps a lot, knowing that you’re safe and supporting me. Have you heard anything from Melody?”

“No, nothing.” Briana sighed. “I was hoping they’d be here when we got back.”

“Me too. Don’t give up hope. I’m not giving up on them.”

“I know you won’t. I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”

“That’s my good girl.” Veronica said. Briana beamed, bouncing on Monserrat’s lap to make sure that her babysitter saw her get the compliment.

“I miss you Mommy. We’re having fun here. We made cookies!”

“I miss you too and I’m glad to hear you’re having fun.” Veronica said with a soft laugh. It was the first laugh she’d had since Melody hadn’t come home. Briana’s heart soared to hear it.

“I have to go to bed soon, but I love you Mommy! Please tell Daddy that I love her.”

“I will. She’s coming by the hospital in a couple of hours. I’m spending the night here tonight. If everything goes well, we’ll be home tomorrow by late morning.”

“Grandma will be all better by then?”

“No, she has to stay in the hospital for a few days. We’ll come get her when she’s out. The doctors say it should be before Christmas.”

“I hope so. I’ll wish extra hard for her. If you get to talk to her about me, tell her I’m thinking about her. You don’t have to though, if I don’t come up. Just if I do, okay?”

“I will, baby bee. I’m looking forward to introducing you.”

A nurse-type person was suddenly hovering behind Veronica. She looked back and nodded to them. When she turned back to the camera, she didn’t seem upset. Briana breathed another sigh of relief.

“I have to go, little one. Be good for your babysitter. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I will! Love you mama!”

“Love you, Briana.”

Briana leaned against Monserrat with a happy sigh. Grandma Michelle being okay made three people in Briana’s life that were doing a lot better. Melody was still a big worry, but things were big-better now.

“I’m glad your Mom and Grandma are doing well.” Monserrat said. “Feel better?”

“Yes, thanks for helping me call Mom.” Briana said.

“It’s just about your bedtime. It feels like you need a change too.” Monserrat said.

“Will you read me a story?” Briana asked. Maybe a story would keep her from worrying about Melody right as she fell asleep.

“Sure, sounds fun.” Monserrat said with a grin.

Briana looked up at her babysitter. It wasn’t really fair how little she’d paid attention to her before. It was a day for things not being fair, unfortunately. She was younger than Briana in big-people years. An undergraduate student for sure.

Monchi seemed to be having fun babysitting Briana. At the very least, she wasn’t freaked out by Briana’s little-self, or changing diapers or any of it.

Right at the beginning, Briana had considered telling Monserrat that she needed to use the bathroom for everything. That had been a mean thought, and she regretted it now. It’d serve her right if Krampus showed up just for thinking that. The world needed more people like Monchi, and less like Beatrix.

Briana was on her very best behavior as Monchi got her ready for bed. Now that she was paying attention, she was impressed with how good Monserrat’s diaper-changes were. She had to make sure to give Mom a good report, so that Monchi could get more jobs. Some little out there would love having a mommy like Monchi!

 

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Briana could see Melody from across the airport. She ran as fast as she could, pushing her way against people who kept stepping into her path. Every third one would smash her with a heavy suitcase, sending Briana flying. Mom was nowhere to be found, her flight wasn’t in yet. This was the only chance to stop Melody from going away forever.

No matter how fast she ran, Briana couldn’t seem to get closer. There were too many people, too many suitcases. Beatrix was next to Melody, putting her gross hand on their arm. Melody turned their pleading eyes away from Briana and stepped through airport security.

Finally to the station herself, Briana threw herself at the security forces. They held her back, pinning her limbs so that she couldn’t move at all. Beatrix’s mocking laugh sounded from all the agents surrounding her. Far ahead, Beatrix pushed Melody onto a plane.

The plane blasted it’s engines like rockets and shot into the sky. Words in red flashed over the gate. Departing: Gone Forever.

“MELODY!!!” Briana screamed.

She woke in her crib, her throat sore from being rattled by her scream. Alanna was there. So many stuffies were there, but no Melody. The house was quiet, dark, and cold. There wasn’t even a shred of big armor left. Briana sobbed, broken hearted, for her sibling that was lost.

“Hey, Briana, what’s wrong hon?” Monserrat asked. Briana hadn’t even heard her come in the room.

“I hada bad dream.” Briana sniffled. “Beatrix kidnapped Melody and took them away and I was never going to see them again.”

“I’m sorry, baby girl. It’s okay, it was just a bad dream.”

“But what if it wasn’t?” Briana said, sniffling. “What if I never see my sibling again?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sure that won’t happen.” Monserrat said. “Your mom wouldn’t let it.”

“I want my mommy.” Briana said, whimpering. “Please call mommy.”

“Hon, it is – four am.” Monserrat said, checking the baby monitor and wincing. “It’s just a bad dream. It’s going to be okay. Let’s let your mom sleep.”

No matter how much she begged, Briana couldn’t get Monserrat to call Mom. The most she could do was insist that Monchi not leave her. To her relief, Monserrat carried Briana downstairs and got a snack going. She even gave Briana a nighttime change. It was so gentle and caring, especially from a stranger. The fear-icicles in Briana’s tummy were slowly melting.

“You’d be a good momma.” Briana said, nuzzling Monserrat’s hand.

“You uh – think so?” Monserrat asked.

“Yeah. I already have a momma. But I bet some other little girl would like having you for a mom.” Briana emphasized the point. It was important for Monserrat to know that she was a good caregiver. People needed to be told when they were good, or they would turn out like Melody, too scared to believe in themselves, easy prey for someone like Beatrix.

“Heh, I think I’m a little young for that.” Monserrat said. “I’m younger than you, in regular years.”

“Someday.” Briana nodded decisively. She wondered if there was a way to meet more littles in town. There had to be somebody out there that needed Monserrat. Somebody that Monserrat would find out she needed, too.

“Maybe.” Monserrat said, picking Briana up.

They went back to the kitchen, where Monchi had some of Mom’s milk warmed up. Best of all, they went up to Mom’s room and cuddled in bed together. Briana felt sleep rushing back in as she sucked on the bottle. A warm, comforting person next to her, the smell of Mom’s bed, the taste of her milk, it was exactly what she needed. There were no more bad dreams.

 

The morning was all anticipation. Nothing really mattered except that Mom was going to be home soon. As soon as the door opened, Briana was on the move! She threw herself into Mom’s arms with a big squeal, hugging her tightly. Mom hugged back just as hard. Dad got a hug too, but she was standing right there, so Briana couldn’t really throw herself at Jane. That was okay. Dad understood.

To Briana’s delight, Veronica was even happier with Monserrat than Briana had hoped. She even talked about doing some school stuff to help Monchi out. Briana was sure that would work out well, Mom was super important at school for some reason. When Monserrat left, wishing them a Merry Christmas, Briana waved for all she was worth.

“How’s Grandma?” Briana asked, the moment the door closed.

“She’s going to be okay.” Relief radiated out of Veronica. “She has to stay in the hospital for a few days, maybe a week, but she’ll be out by Christmas for sure.”

“That’s a long time.” Briana said, wide eyed. “Is it okay if – if I ask…”

“Let’s sit down and talk about what happened.” Veronica said. “If you’re feeling okay for this discussion.”

“Do I have to be big?”

“Not unless you feel you need to be.” Veronica said, leading Briana to the couch and sitting next to her. Dad took a seat at the other end of the couch. Briana pressed her feet against Jane so she could be connected to Dad too.

“Tell Little me, please.” Briana said.

“Grandma was very sick.” Veronica said. “She still is, but she’s getting better fast. She had some problems with her heart and her lungs. Her heart and lungs were making problems for her brain too. It was very scary.”

Briana shivered. She hadn’t even seen a picture of Michelle, but she could imagine how scary it would be to have such big health problems. It hadn’t even been a year since she’d had potty problems; and she’d melted down about that.

“But the doctors fixed it?” Briana asked. She needed to be sure. Grandma needed to be okay.

“That’s right. They fixed Grandma’s heart, got the bad stuff out of her lungs, and now there’s no danger to her brain. She’s going to be okay, just a little physically weak for a while.”

“It is good that you specified physically.” Jane said. “This is your mother’s mother, Briana. She had the whole hospital jumping to her commands.”

Briana giggled. Double-giggled when she caught Mom looking proud at that.

“Rasmussen women are not to be trifled with.” Veronica said. “That includes you, baby bee. Grandma is excited to meet you.”

“Really?” Briana hid her face in mom’s comforting, pillowy chest. “Even though – everything?”

“Yes. I told her all about you. She has a lot of questions, more than I could answer with the time I had and the energy that she had.” Veronica stroked Briana’s back. “But those don’t matter. Do you want to hear what she said after I told her that I adopted you?”

“Yes please.” Briana whispered.

“She said,” Veronica shifted her voice, imitating a regal-sounding woman that Briana had never met. “If that’s done, then nothing else matters. She’s family. We love her.”

Briana was crying. That was okay. She was a baby. Babies cried. This time there was a super good reason.

“That’s not all she said.” Jane said, chuckling. “She also told you that you were in trouble, for keeping from her someone so important to you.”

“You didn’t have to repeat that part.” Veronica said, bashfully.

Briana lifted her head and wiped her tears. “You got in trouble?”

“If you think I’m strict – well you’ll meet her.” Veronica said.

“Is she scary?” Briana asked.

“You have nothing to worry about.” Jane said. “I asked Michelle to be kind to you. She told me that if you’re a bad girl, then it’s your mother’s fault. She said she wouldn’t bother disciplining you, she’d discipline her own daughter instead.”

“Look at how much you’re sharing today.” Veronica said wryly to Jane. “Where’s the lovely, taciturn German woman I started dating?”

Briana giggled. “It’s okay Mommy, I can show you how to earn Santa Points if you need them.”

“Briana Rasmussen,” Veronica said, “Don’t you dare make a game of getting me in trouble with my mother. You will not like what happens if you do that, do you understand me?”

“Eep!” Briana squirmed. “Yes Mommy. I’ll be good.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Santa still has time to leave things out of the sack.”

“Krampus will be sniffing around too.”

Briana whimpered. “I’m trying to be a good girl, really!”

Veronica smiled, kissing Briana on the forehead. “You are my best baby girl. I love you so much. My only real worry for Christmas is that you will be a spoiled little girl after all the presents Santa is going to bring.”

“I’m sure I won’t get spoiled, tell him to bring all of them!” Briana said, giggling again.

“I don’t know, you look a little spoiled around the edges.” Jane said, taking hold of Briana’s feet.

“Nuh uh!” Briana protested.

Before she could figure out what Dad was doing, Mom had one of her arms and was tickling her side! She squirmed and shrieked, but she couldn’t kick! Even worse, Dad was strong enough to hold her legs with one hand, freeing up a hand to tickle Briana behind her knees.

Screaming, laughing, and shrieking, Briana felt her diaper grow warm. When her parents finally relented, she lay between them, pouting.

“You made me pee myself.” Briana accused.

“You noticed, even when you were little?” Veronica asked. “Good girl!”

“I’m proud of you.” Jane said.

“I’ve been trying to notice, since we talked about maybe potty-training.” Briana said.

“And I still haven’t helped you as much as I should have.” Veronica said. “I’m sorry hon.”

“It’s okay, I’m worried about Melody too. You didn’t hear from them?” Briana asked.

“No.” Veronica said.

“Nein.” Jane said.

“Me either.” Briana sighed. “I checked my phone right before you got home, and I have the ringer on super loud.”

“I wish there was more we could do.” Jane said.

“There is.” Veronica said grimly.

They both looked at her curiously, Jane with a lot more alarm than Briana.

“I’m giving this one more day, two at the absolute most. After that, I’m going to hire a private investigator. To find out if Melody is still at that house, and to help us deal with Beatrix as well.”

“They weren’t at the house when you went there yesterday?” Jane asked.

“I don’t know.” Veronica said. “They didn’t come to the door or say anything, if they were. Beatrix wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“But where would they be if they weren’t with Beatrix, or us?” Briana asked plaintively.

“I don’t know. I hope they know they could come home, but we had a bad phone conversation the last time we talked. I’m worried that they may feel like running.”

“They aren’t responding to my texts, at least.” Jane said sadly.

“So what do we do?” Briana asked.

“You be a good girl and be ready to give your sibling all the love they need when we get them back here.” Veronica said. “I’ve already put some things in motion. As soon as Melody is back, I’m ending this. Our family has been held hostage by Beatrix long enough.”

“Momma?” Briana asked.

“Yes sweetie?”

“How come you can say stuff like that?” Briana asked. “I don’t mean that it’s bad, but most people can’t just – make stuff happen.”

“I suppose we should have a longer conversation about the Rasmussens in this town.” Veronica said. “Are you up for that as well?”

“Yes!” Briana said. “I’ve been realizing I don’t know all kinda stuff. Like if we’re religious, or why you’re an important lady, or the history of our family. Gary helped me pick Tess for my middle name. He said that she was the first Rasmussen in town; that she did something important. I didn’t want him to tell me what. I wanted to hear it from you.”

“That’s why you picked Tess?” Veronica smiled. “Oh that is going to make Grandma so happy, that you wanted to honor our Magna-Grandma.”

“Magna-Grandma?” Briana asked. Oh gosh, was Tess a superhero?

“That’s what we call her, because there are a few too many ‘greats’ to say them all.” Veronica said. “I suppose I better start at the beginning. Jane, do you think you could grab a plate of Christmas cookies?”

“I’ll make some tea too.” Jane said.

“I want hot cocoa!” Briana said. “There’s some really good melted chocolate that Monchi made in the kitchen.”

Jane laughed. “You’re lucky you’re so adorable.”

As Dad headed to the kitchen to prepare things, Mom sat Briana up on the couch.

“I want to start this discussion by telling you that we don’t flaunt our wealth or influence, at least not without a very good reason. Melody is a good reason for me to flex the influence our family has in town. I don’t want you lording your status over other people, especially at the University.”

“I won’t.” Briana said, sincerely. “I don’t even know how I’d do that. I never had that stuff growing up.”

“It is surprisingly easy to do once you start.” Veronica said. “I’m sure that Grandma is going to give me a talking to when she finds out everything I’ve done trying to help Melody. Even if it’s for a good reason, you have to be careful. We won’t be bullies. Understand? Our family uses our resources to help people, we do not tear people down.”

Briana smiled. “We’re Knights!”

Veronica laughed. “Well I know that Tess fought in at least one duel, so she would probably like that.”

“She did!?” Briana’s stared, goggle-eyed, at her mom.

“She did.” Veronica said, wryly. “With pistols. The so-called gentleman who went up against her didn’t survive.”

“She KILLED someone?” Briana’s mouth fell open.

“Well it wasn’t her first choice, but I’ve been told that Magna-Grandma felt she didn’t have another option. Duels were more accepted then, even if they were going out of fashion.” Veronica said. “That’s the second rule and it’s more important than the first one. We do not let our family come to harm. If they do anyway, we use all our power to fix it.”

“Mama! You’re starting in the middle of everything!” Briana said. She didn’t know if even hot cocoa was going to be enough to handle more shocking tidbits about her ‘Magna-Grandma’.

“I’m sorry!” Veronica laughed. “There’s a lot of history about Magna-Grandma. A fair amount of it is scandalous or heroic.”

“Please start at the beginning, Mama.” Briana scolded.

“Very well.” Veronica said. “Magna-Grandma came to America from Norway in 1794, when she was only eighteen. Her parents could see that the young country was going to be influential and wanted her to establish the family there.”

“Do we have family in Norway!?” Briana asked.

“Not anymore. I’ll get to that. Shush.” Veronica said.

“Sorry Mommy.” Briana squirmed into a comfortable position on her squishy diaper, staring up at Mom in rapt attention as Tess’ tale unfolded.

[dyperaby]

♥

[kerry]

This was excellent!

I read the "AB Sitter" chapter first, and that seems to have been the correct order as far as I'm concerned. Wonderful chapter from both perspectives.

I am also so happy we are finally getting to know about Veronica's family. I can hardly wait!

[SolSombraYSoldados]

55 minutes ago, kerry said:

This was excellent!

I read the "AB Sitter" chapter first, and that seems to have been the correct order as far as I'm concerned. Wonderful chapter from both perspectives.

I am also so happy we are finally getting to know about Veronica's family. I can hardly wait!

The AB Sitter chapter was published online before the Briana chapter, so that's probably the most sensical order.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I love getting to reveal some of the Rasmussen stuff as Briana becomes more integrated into her family.

[SolSombraYSoldados]

In This Chapter: (spoiler warning) A complete gay disaster

 

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33

It wasn’t Beatrix’s fault. Sure, they hadn’t had the talk during dinner, but that was because they were both so hungry. After dinner they’d had more amazing sex; you couldn’t expect a talk during that. Then they were exhausted. It was okay to not talk when Melody literally fell asleep in Beatrix’s arms.

Mornings were always hard for everybody. It made sense that they wouldn’t talk then. Melody of all people didn’t want to have a relationship discussion before their coffee.

The only problem was, they had coffee now. So did Beatrix. Melody was sitting on the floor at Beatrix’s feet, which was hot and cute. It was quiet though. Ten AM was coming. Melody didn’t know if they were going home at ten anymore, not after that call with Veronica. Just in case they did go home, they’d look pretty dumb if there had STILL been no relationship discussion.

“Bea.” Melody began.

“Shh, puppies don’t talk.” Beatrix said.

Melody squirmed. Okay, hot. But hurtful too. They tried again. “We need to pause. To talk some stuff out.”

“Do you need me to fuck you again?” Beatrix asked, slipping a foot into Melody’s lap and rubbing their thigh. “Is that what this is about?”

“No!” Melody protested. “We haven’t talked about anything. You said we’d talk at dinner, but we didn’t.”

“I changed my mind. You already know what to do. I sat you down at my feet and you just did it. You’re perfect, Melly. No need to ruin it with a bunch of stupid words.”

“That’s not – this kind of stuff has to be negotiated. If we’re going to have a D/S relationship, we need boundaries. Safewords. All that stuff.”

Beatrix put her coffee down on the side table. She reached down and plucked Melody’s mug out of their hand.

“What are you…?”

Beatrix slid out of her chair onto Melody, pressing them to the carpet. Melody gasped and moaned as Beatrix kiss-bit them. Their half-hearted struggles earned them a pair of pinned wrists. Beatrix secured Melody’s legs with hers and took a mouthful of breast through Melody’s shirt. Melody moaned again, arching their back.

Things were getting hazy again when Beatrix pressed flat against them, her manic gaze boring into Melody’s eyes.

“We don’t need that stupid shit.” Beatrix said with absolute conviction. “You worship me. I own you. You’d die for me.”

Melody whimpered. “Bea, that’s not sexy. You’re scaring me.”

“Don’t ruin it.” Beatrix said urgently. “Come on, you’re so perfect. Don’t ruin it Melly. Just be my toy. I’ll take good care of you, I promise. Surrender to me. Totally. It’s what you want.”

“I want to be yours.” Melody said, trembling. “But we have to be able to talk. If you can’t talk about our relationship right now, okay. How about talking about you being gay? Are you still feeling bad about it?”

“Oh my god.” Beatrix rolled her eyes so hard she rolled her whole body off Melody. “When did you get so fucking chatty? I don’t need to talk about my sexuality or my gender or any of that stuff.”

“You were hurting, yesterday, on the phone.” Melody rolled over and nuzzled Beatrix. “That doesn’t go away in a day.”

“I’m FINE.” Beatrix said. She poked Melody in the side. Hard. “Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing.”

“Ow!” Melody frowned. “But that’s – what was all that about needing my support? Was that bullshit?”

“That was motivation.” Beatrix said. “It got you over here. Now you’re here, and we’re both happy. Or we will be if you don’t ruin it.”

“You – lied to me – about needing my help? About needing support coming out?” Melody felt sick. “After – after everything that happened freshman year?”

“Here come the fucking water works.” Beatrix sighed. “Yes Melly. I lied to you. But guess what? I’m being honest about that. After last night, I realized I can be myself around you. I don’t have to bullshit you around anymore like I do everyone else. I can just tell you how it is. You’ll accept it.”

“So – this is supposed to be a good thing, because you’re honest NOW?”

“Yeah!” Beatrix sat up, throwing her hands skyward. “I trust you, bitch! You can handle me at my worst, so you get me at my best. We both get everything we ever wanted. Do you know why all my other relationships failed? Because it’s fucking EXHAUSTING to lie to some dumb dick all the time.”

“So this is – how it would be?”

“Now you’re getting it!” Beatrix said, grinning wildly. “You want to belong to me. To be totally dominated. I want to do that. I’ll do that for you! Make me your world, Melly, and I’ll be your Heaven.”

“No, that’s – that’s a game. That’s a fun, sexy game, but it’s just a game.” Melody sat up, scooting away from Beatrix. “You don’t really think about me like that. I’m not your slave. You – you love me.”

“What does one of those have to do with the other?” Beatrix asked. “I love you AND you’re my slave. Come on Melly, let me blow that little dyke mind of yours again and you’ll forget all about this. Oh! Or is this a brat thing? Do you need a spanking?”

“I’m not a dyke!” Melody shouted. Their heart was pounding. Not for sexy feelings. Anger was boiling inside them. The burning feeling flared at Beatrix. At Veronica for being right. At themself. So much at themself that it felt like heartburn.

“Uh huh, say that while I’m sitting on your face again, it’ll be more convincing.” Beatrix smirked, crawling over to Melody. “I think you do need a spanking. Probably a collar too. I’ll fuck you senseless and leave you chained to the bed until afternoon…”

“STOP!” Melody pushed, hard. Beatrix went over without resistance, caught totally off-guard.

“Bitch, you fucked up.” Beatrix stood up, glaring ferociously.

Melody hopped to their feet. “Beatrix, stop this right now. This isn’t how it can be.”

“NO!” Beatrix screamed to rattle the walls. “Don’t fucking do this to me, Melly. You were perfect. Don’t break it. Don’t destroy what we have. It’s not too late. You can still save this.”

If it feels wrong, LISTEN to that feeling. Promise me. Veronica’s words echoed in Melody’s mind.

They stared at Beatrix, uncomprehending. How could the pure bliss of last night become this insanity so fast? It was too much. It just hurt. Being with Rosa had been awkward sometimes, frustrating on occasion. But it had never hurt. Not like what was happening now.

They remembered Rosa saying she had to take a step back. That she couldn’t be in the situation. At the time it had been incomprehensible, but it made sense now. There was nothing Beatrix could say to make lying about needing Melody’s support okay. Maybe ever, but certainly not now.

“I have to get space.” Melody said. They staggered unsteadily over to their phone and grabbed it. “I was supposed to go home this morning anyway. We can talk… online. Later.”

“Goddamn you!” Beatrix shouted. She dove for Melody’s phone and struggled for it. Melody barely managed to keep hold of it, stumbling away and against a wall.

Beatrix was panting. Her face had that same manic intensity from their afterglow last night. It wasn’t attractive anymore. It was terrifying. “Don’t you go anywhere! We are going to fix this. I’m going to fix you. You’ll be happy if you’re mine. YOU’LL. BE. HAPPY. WHEN. YOU’RE. MINE.”

It was David all over again. The monster that Beatrix had saved them from was speaking in her voice. Melody needed out. They ran for the door and scooped up their keys. Looking back at the living room, Beatrix had snatched up their bag. Their shoes were – somewhere.

In just a t-shirt and shorts, Melody raced out the door. Beatrix didn’t even yell for them to come back. She screamed alright, but it was an animal howl of rage. Trembling all over, Melody jumped in their car and locked all the doors. They’d never started it up so fast, spinning tires for a moment before they were on the move.

They just drove. No plan, no thoughts. They’d been driving an hour before they realized they’d forgotten to buckle up. Melody pulled into a parking lot and tried to think. There was no going back for their stuff. Beatrix might literally kill them. They shuddered at the thought.

Going home felt bad too. They’d have to go back eventually but – they couldn’t face mom. Veronica. Jane. Briana. They really couldn’t face their sister. She’d probably cried a ton over them already. All because Melody was too stupid and thirsty to be smart.

Melody sobbed. They cried, pressing their forehead into the steering wheel, until they felt empty and cold. Emotionally numb and shivering, Melody turned the car heater up as high as it would go. They watched the snow melt on their windshield listlessly. Eventually, hunger won out.

For the first time ever, it was a good thing that women’s clothing didn’t have pockets. Melody laughed a little hysterically to themself. Tiny pockets had ensured they had their ID and debit card in their phone case. They pried the debit card out and went through a drive through.

Fed and warm, Melody was feeling a hint of stability return. They drove through the empty, snow-lined streets while they tried to figure out what to say to their roommates. Their family. Mom. Dad. Sister. How were they supposed to face them after causing so much trouble?

Out of nowhere, their phone alarm went off. Melody nearly collided with a parked car. After swerving to a stop, they picked up their phone. The alarm was from their calendar, entitled: Jaguar Star’s Star Performance!

“Rosa.” Melody said the name like a prayer.

She had a derby game today. Last one of the season. Melody had been planning to go, of course. Not that they could go now.

Then again, why not? Melody stared at the phone. Rosa would be there. They could talk to her now. She hadn’t said never to talk to her again. Just not to until Melody was done with Beatrix. Well, they were done with Bea for certain now.

Rosa. Melody sighed, a shaky smile across their lips. They could apologize to her. See her. Even if she didn’t want to be together, it was one tiny thing that Melody could make right.

 

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The skate arena was freezing. The only shoes Melody had been able to find in their trunk were some flip-flops leftover from summer. They sat, huddled on the bench, wrapped in a blanket from their car’s emergency kit. It was all worth it. They were watching Rosa kick some serious derby ass for her team, the Wrecking Belles.

She was kicking too much ass, actually. Aggression sent Jaguar Star to the penalty box five times. It was almost enough to foul her out of the game entirely.

See, Rosa? Melody thought. I know the derby rules!

Not that it was likely to matter. Melody reminded themself that they were here to apologize and let Rosa know that things were done with Beatrix. That was it. No guilting, no begging, no making things weird. Rosa deserved better than that.

When the crowd roared for the Wrecking Belle victory, Melody cheered along with them. It was the sportiest they’d ever felt. They were happy for Rosa, but Rosa didn’t look happy for herself. She was like a dark cloud in the midst of her excited, grinning teammates.

As the crowd got moving, Melody fought their way through. After a whole day without a bathroom, they were desperate to pee. The line for the bathroom was brutal. Melody looked around frantically. Rosa was already leaving!

“ROSA!” Melody screamed, stumbling across the arena floor in their flip-flops. “HOLD UP!”

Rosa turned, frowning as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes landed on Melody – and narrowed. That hurt. Melody couldn’t let that stop them. They skidded to a shop in front of Rosa.

“Hold the fuck up.” They panted.

“Melody.” Rosa said with a sigh. “I don’t know what’s going on but…”

“Hold me.” Melody said, “I’m the fuckup.”

Horribly, Rosa didn’t laugh. They stared at each other as the stomach-twisting tension grew. Finally, Rosa shook her head and barked a laugh.

“Goddamn it Melody.” Rosa sighed and smiled sadly.

“I was wrong, about everything.” Melody said in a rush. “I screwed up. I’m really sorry. I’ll never see Beatrix again. You were right. I know this doesn’t fix everything. But, I had to apologize. I’m sorry.”

“You’re shivering.” Rosa said. “What are you wearing? What is that crappy blanket?”

“I had to run out of her house. I was there today and it was bad. I had to get away.” Melody said.

“And you didn’t go home and get warm clothes?” Rosa said. “You came here and watched my whole game in a t-shirt and thin shorts?”

“Yeah?” Melody said nervously.

“You dumb baby.” Rosa said. She pulled Melody into her arms. Her big, strong, sweaty arms. Melody sighed in relief. A moment later they had to tense again. They still had to pee!

“I needed to see you.” Melody said softly. “I know this isn’t fair. I wasn’t going to say this – but I need my mommy.”

“Little One.” Rosa said, through a sob.

“I love you.” Melody said, pressing themself against Rosa.

“I love you too. Even if you’re a total gay disaster. Little One, I missed you so much.”

Rosa squeezed Melody until they felt like they might break. They nuzzled in closer, whimpering. A little dampness in their shorts made them pull back nervously. It wasn’t really an accident. It’d only happened because Rosa was squeezing so hard.

“I watched your game.” Melody said. “I didn’t miss it. You won!”

Rosa laughed. “Jesus Maria y Jose. You are ridiculous. Thank you.”

Melody shifted their legs close together. The pressure was actively painful now. They couldn’t bear to step away from Rosa. If they did, it felt like she might vanish.

“Can we go somewhere? Or do you have a team thing?”

“I had a team thing. Now I have a Little One.” Rosa said. “They weren’t expecting my grumpy butt to be there anyway.”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Melody bit their lip. Another trickle escaped before they could clamp down again.

“Hey, what have we talked about?” Rosa asked. “My emotions are not your responsibility. That’s not something you have to apologize for.”

“Okay. Thanks, mommy.” Melody squirmed.

“Are you okay?” Rosa blinked. “Do you need to pee?”

“Yeah, um…” Melody blushed.

Rosa pulled the blanket gently open. Melody’s blush redoubled at the reveal of their wet spot.

“You’re having an accident. Hon, let’s get you to the bathroom.” Rosa took Melody’s hand and stepped in the direction of the locker room.

It was too much. The thin thread of Melody’s control had been entirely reliant on their legs smashing together. The first step opened the floodgates. Melody came to a stop as hot pee flowed down their legs. With no panties even, the thin shorts were barely a barrier to anything. In mere moments, Melody was in a puddle.

“Oh Little One, oh no. How come you weren’t wearing protection?”

“I’m sorry.” Melody whimpered.

“Hey Jaguar!” A pear-shaped girl with muscley shoulders skated over. “Is this your girlfriend? You two coming to the party?”

“My joyfriend, Blockingjay.” Rosa corrected her. “I don’t think we can. They just had a bit of an accident.”

“A what?” Blockingjay looked down and took a hopping step back.

“It’s been a really rough day, hasn’t it Melody?” Rosa said, wrapping her arms around Melody.

The embarrassment burned like frost. Melody hid in Rosa’s shoulder.

“Okay – um yeah, sounds like a bad one. I guess I’ll let you go, but you can’t hide them from us forever, Jaguar!”

“Next time. We gotta go, obviously. See you later, Bee-Jay.”

“Damnit Jaguar, don’t call me that!”

“You picked the name, you should have considered nicknames!” Rosa said, laughing.

Melody shuffled along with Rosa, pulling the blanket as closely around themself as they could. In the cold of the arena, their legs and crotch were already chilly. Outside, the frozen air was like an ice-blast to Melody’s lower half. Uncontrollable shivers sent their teeth chattering.

“Where’s your car?” Rosa asked, scanning the parking lot.

“D-d-did you d-drive?” Melody asked. “I w-wanna go w-with you.”

“Okay, we can come get your car later. Come on, I’m over here.”

Rosa put an arm around Melody and hustled them around the side of the arena. Freezing, embarrassed, and still badly shaken up, Melody paid no attention to where they were going. The most they could focus on was putting one foot in front of the other. When they came up against Rosa’s car, they stood there uncomprehending, until Rosa helped them into the front seat.

The car had been moving for a while before the heater warmed Melody up enough for them to be able to think a little. Rosa didn’t seem to be headed directly to her place. When she turned the car into a grocery store parking lot, Melody reached for the emergency blanket. They found it folded up under their rear. To protect the seat, obviously. Melody hung their head and hoped that Rosa would be quick with whatever she needed.

“Okay, I don’t have spare pants or anything, but I do have a sweater in the back seat. Put this on for me, baby.”

Gratefully, Melody squirmed into the sweater. It smelled like Rosa, like Mommy. The sweater was a big, comforting hug.

“I don’t have any other shoes for you either, but we’ll be fast, okay?”

“Huh?” Melody looked at Rosa nervously. “What do you mean?”

“You had an accident, little one. I don’t have any diapers left at my place. We need to pick some up here, and I’m not leaving my baby in the car.”

“But… my shorts.” Melody whimpered.

“Yes, they’re wet.”

“People will see!” Melody whined. “They’ll think I have accidents!”

“Honey, I know you’ve had a traumatic day, but you also spent who knows how long driving around and at my game without taking care of the bathroom.” Rosa said, stroking Melody’s cheek. “You DID have an accident. I’m going to take care of you, but you need to face the consequences.”

“P-please, Rosa…”

“That’s why you came to me, right?” Rosa said, kindly, but with steel under the tone. “To face consequences?”

Melody swallowed hard. They nodded reluctantly.

“We will be fast and if someone is nasty, they’ll have to deal with me.” Rosa said. “But you’re coming with me right now, understand?”

Melody scrunched down inside their borrowed sweater. “Yes Mommy.”

“Good Niñe.” Rosa said.

Melody shuffled behind Rosa as much as they could on the way into the store. Their hopes that it might be empty were futile. Holiday shoppers were swarming the place. At least at the entrance, there were so many people that nobody paid the two of them any mind. As they made it further in, Melody began to notice some looks. They tried pulling the sweater down, but it didn’t help.

There weren’t a lot of people in the incontinence products aisle. An older woman and a middle aged woman were the only other ones. Both looked at Melody and both dropped their gazes before looking away.

“Okay hon, we don’t have the cute ones here, but which ones would you like?” Rosa asked, pulling out a package of dull gray adult pullups and another of white medical diapers.

“Just pick and let’s go.” Melody whispered.

“No, you pick.” Rosa said. She hefted the gray pullups. “These are for adults that are incontinent, but can manage it themselves.”

“These are for people who need someone else to help them.” Rosa said, hefting the medical diapers.

Both the other shoppers were staring. Melody was sure they would have been staring too, overhearing this kind of conversation. With a trembling hand, they pointed at the medical diapers. “Those, please.”

“I thought so, Niñe.” Rosa said, putting the package in Melody’s arms. “I still have the rest of the supplies, but we need to get dinner, since my original plan was to go to dinner with the Belles.”

The only saving grace of carrying the package of diapers was that Melody could hold them over their wet crotch. With the sweater pulled as far down as possible in the back, the only embarrassing thing was the diapers themselves.

Rosa selected some frozen chicken nuggets and tater tots, then mercifully lead them to the checkout. Melody had never been so happy that self-checkout existed. As they drove to Rosa’s apartment, Melody decided to venture a question.

“Um, what about your roommates?”

“I don’t know if they’re home or not.” Rosa said. “At least one is out of town, but the other two might be there. You can go straight to my room, but they might notice if they’re in the living room.”

“O-okay.” Melody said. At least the package of diapers had fit in a bag. If Rosa’s roommates saw, they might think it was just a really bad night, like what Rosa had told her teammate. Hopefully, Blocking-Jay had believed Rosa.

As luck would have it, there were two roomies in the living room when Melody and Rosa arrived. One of them was cooking something, the other didn’t look up from her video game. Melody let out a huge sigh of relief when the bedroom door closed behind them. They wanted to flop on the bed, but fresh wet in their shorts made them hesitate.

Melody huddled in a corner of the room, concentrating only on not having any more accidents. They didn’t know why their control was so blown out, especially since it hadn’t been an issue with Bea. Thinking the name brought Beatrix’s last blood-curdling scream to mind. Melody shivered and tried to focus on their bladder exclusively.

“Okay hon.” Rosa said, closing the door behind her. “Our dinner is in the oven, it’s about thirty minutes until we eat. Let’s get you taken care of.”

She’d kept everything. Rosa laid the Target changing blanket on the bed, along with lotion and baby powder. There was a pair of pajamas too, with fluffy blue clouds on them. Melody lay down on the changing blanket and felt hot tears pour down the sides of their face.

“It’s okay Niñe.” Rosa said. “I’ve got you.”

Rosa stripped Melody naked and rubbed their arms and legs down with a towel. Warmth and comfort returned with some little tingles in their hands and feet. Wetness hit their thighs, making Melody yelp. Rosa was on it, pressing the towel in on the blanket and Melody’s crotch.

“I’m sorry.” Melody whimpered. “I don’t know why this is happening so much.”

“I think it’s because you feel safe here.” Rosa said, sliding onto the bed next to Melody.

She cradled Melody’s head on her bosom, stroking their hair as the two of them waited the accident out. The now-sopping towel went in a plastic bag. Rosa tenderly wiped Melody down from crotch to rear, and all the way down their legs with the wet wipes.

With a diaper under their hips and powder sprinkling on them, Melody started crying again. They didn’t know why, but they couldn’t stop. Being taped up by Rosa helped, even if it wasn’t a poofy, childish diaper. The pajamas helped a lot more.

With Melody changed and dressed, Rosa just held them. Melody knew that they should talk about things, but the respite felt so good they couldn’t bear to speak. It was simply soft and comforting until the food was done.

Rosa insisted on feeding Melody their dinner, and they didn’t mind a bit. It was almost like those blissful days when they’d first started doing ABDL scenes in the apartment. The only thorn was the nagging guilt that they shouldn’t be enjoying being babied so much. Not when nothing had been resolved yet. Tears came again, only to be gently wiped away by Rosa without comment.

Finally, when dinner was put away, Rosa sat Melody on the bed and took a seat across from them, cross legged.

“Feel better, Melody?” Rosa asked softly.

“So much better. I – I feel bad. You didn’t have to do all this…”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Rosa said. “I wanted to get you out of crisis mode and I knew this would help.”

“Thank you.” Melody said. “I’m sorry Rosa, I’m really sorry.”

“This is the part where we talk about things.” Rosa said, leaning forward to hold Melody’s hands. “It – hurt. It hurt a lot to break up with you like that. I had to though. I kept hoping you’d call me, and tell me you were done with Beatrix. I was really worried about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Melody whimpered. “You were right. You were totally right. It was horrible with Beatrix. I don’t know why I didn’t see it. I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop her. It’s not just the pictures she has. We have a lot of history.”

“Tell me.” Rosa said softly. “Please. I want to understand.”

Haltingly, Melody spilled their guts. They started with freshman undergraduate, falling in love with Beatrix, coming out gay, and the nightmare with David. Everything they thought that Rosa should know, they told, from following Beatrix to ABDU, to meeting Briana, to getting mixed up with diapers.

“So then, after we broke up…” Melody flinched to say it. “She told me she needed me. She said she was freaking out over coming out gay. I felt like I had to help her. She saved me when I was freaking out over that. She saved me from David. But when I went… she just wanted to play her weird games. She wasn’t even upset she – she lied to me about it. Just to get me to do what she wanted.”

“I really hate that woman.” Rosa said. “Melody, I’m so sorry. That is awful. Um, can I ask something else, even if it’s not uh – totally fair?”

“Hi, I’m Melody, AMA.” They said, trying a weak smile.

Rosa laughed, then sighed. “Did – you sleep with her?”

“I did.” Melody said, hanging their head. “If that’s a deal-breaker…”

“It’s not. It – hurts. But I’m still willing to try with you.” Rosa squeezed Melody’s hands.

“Why?” Melody asked. “I want it – but I know I hurt you.”

“I don’t think you will again.” Rosa said. “Beatrix was a special case. I’m glad you explained your history with her. Mel I – I want to take care of you so badly. It’s a little scary sometimes. I want you to be my baby but – is that what you want?”

“Yes please, Mommy – Rosa.” Melody said. “I mean, not every second, not – like Briana. But I want it more than we were doing it before.”

Rosa nodded slowly. “You have a thing going on with Veronica too, right?”

“I do.” Melody looked down at their lap. “I’m calling her mom. I’m calling Jane dad, too.”

“So how would that – work?” Rosa asked.

“It’s more of a family thing with them.” Melody said. “With you it’s – really sexy.”

“So you’d still be my joyfriend and my Little One?”

“If you want.”

Rosa blinked, then wiped tears away with her forearm. “I do. Come here.”

For the second time in two days, Melody found themself holding someone in desperation. This time it wasn’t passion, it was comfort and love. They both cried, several times during the interminable hug.

They shifted to lying on the bed, just holding each other. No words, no make outs, just comfort.

“Are we okay? Really?” Melody whispered.

“Yes Niñe, we are.” Rosa said, gently kissing Melody’s lips. “That doesn’t mean we don’t have work to do, but we’re okay for right now.”

Melody relaxed bonelessly against Rosa. Their diaper felt wet and they didn’t care. It was a hefty enough diaper that they didn’t need to change anyway. With the stress of not knowing what Rosa was going to say finally gone, Melody’s brain caught at a thread that had been bothering them.

“What’s niñe?” Melody asked. “My Spanish isn’t very good, but isn’t niño boy and niña is girl?”

“Spanish doesn’t have a gender neutral and EVERYTHING is gendered.” Rosa said. “But some people have been talking about adding a gender neutral. So we’d use an e at the end for gender neutral, instead of an o or an a.”

“Oh.” Melody wiggled closer to Rosa. “That’s really cool. Did you look that up for me?”

“Yeah.” Rosa kissed Melody gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Melody said. “Are we – mommy and niñe right now?”

“We can be.” Rosa said.

“How um – how are we going to work out when we do it?”

“I think that discussion is too much for right now.” Rosa said. “We’re both tired. You can be my baby tonight and we’ll wait on the other big heavy conversation for tomorrow.”

“Okay, good.” Melody nodded. “But we will talk about it, right?”

“I promise.” Rosa said. “Real promise, not Beatrix promise.”

Melody nodded. “Then – mommy?”

“Yes Niñe?”

“I need to go. Um, number two.”

“My roommates are still out there.” Rosa said. “It’s not like when we had the apartment to ourselves.”

Melody whimpered. “Can you – tell them to get out of the living room?”

“No, Little One. That wouldn’t be very nice.”

“But I have to go!”

“So either I take you to the bathroom and they will probably notice something.” Rosa said. “Or you go here and I change your mess.”

“You – you don’t have to do that.” Melody said. “You don’t even want to – do you?”

“I’m willing to try it at least once.” Rosa said. “I really love you. There’s a lot I’d do for you. Changing a messy diaper is actually kind of low on the list.”

“I’ve never done that.” Melody whimpered. “I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I want that – ever.”

“If you’re going to be my baby a lot of the time, we’ll probably have to tell my roommates about it at some point.” Rosa said. “I can take you to the bathroom now.”

“Okay.” Melody whispered. “Please take me to the bathroom, Mommy.”

Rosa took Melody’s hand. They stepped out into the living room. Dinner was long done, Rosa’s roommates were sitting on the couch and chatting. They looked up expectantly, already a little confused to see Melody in pajamas, being lead by the hand.

“Hi Maria, Juana.” Rosa said. “This is Melody.”

“Hey Melody!’ “Nice to meet you!” said Maria and Juana.

“This has been a crazy emotional night.” Rosa said. “If it’s okay, we’re going to hold off on hanging out with you for tonight. Also, you might notice some weird stuff, Melody and I do some unusual things. I’d like to skip questions and fill you in on anything you need to know later.”

Maria and Juana looked at each other in surprise at that speech. They shrugged. Juana nodded. Maria said, “You two do you. Nice to meet you for sure.”

Melody smiled meekly and waved. “Thanks for understanding.”

With that, Rosa whisked them off to the bathroom. From the back of a drawer, Rosa produced a pacifier. Melody opened their mouth for it obediently. They sucked on the pacifier, feeling content as Rosa stripped off their pajama pants.

“Looks like you’re already wet.” Rosa said, squishing Melody’s crotch. “Even if we don’t play all the time, you might have to go back to wearing these full time.”

Melody blushed and squirmed. Diaper off, they sat on the toilet. It took a while, but they managed to overcome their embarrassment and do their business. Still in full mommy-mode, Rosa flushed for them and wiped them clean. Melody had their teeth brushed and face washed before being taken back to the bedroom in their pajamas for a fresh diaper.

“How’s my Niñe doing?” Rosa asked, when Melody was all padded up.

“Good, thank you Mommy.”

“You tired? Turned on? Something else?”

“Oh – we can do stuff if you want.” Melody said hurriedly. “I’m tired but I’m sure I can…”

“Little one, shh.” Rosa said. “I just wanted to know. Is it bedtime for my niñe?”

“I think so.” Melody said with a yawn.

“I’ll get you tucked in and sing you a lullaby.” Rosa said with a smile.

Melody smiled radiantly up at Rosa. For a shining moment everything, even having to deal with Veronica, was forgotten. There was just Mommy and comfort and love.