The Ballet Slippers - Updated Ending (Chapter 63 added 2.29.24)

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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 35 

Tuesday morning did not start off well at all. Isabelle woke up, only to discover that she had completely soaked through her sweetnight again, this time wetting the bed far more than she had the the morning prior. Isabelle woke up with the feeling of wet sheets underneath her, her pee having spread out from her in seemingly every direction. The wet, cold, clamminess felt horrible. Just about the only thing that felt good was the actual inside of her sweetnight, which someone had maintained its warmth and comfort. 

Isabelle hadn't cried when she woke up. In fact, her room was silent as she did, but for the sound of raindrops echoing against her window. In that silence, Isabelle simply got off of the sheet and made her way to her mom's bedroom. As she lifted her butt of the bed, she shifting of the plastic sheeting served as a reminder that her mattress was likely okay. 

Holding Rabbity by the hand, Isabelle made her way into her mom's room, and shook her mom awake. When Jane woke up to the sight of her daughter, she knew what it was about. The wet stain on her daughter's PJS confirmed it. Jane got up, and did what any mom would do: comforted her daughter, before taking her hand and making her way back to Isabelle's room with her. 

Isabelle was forced to stand on the side of her bed, sporting a big wet stain in her nightgown, while her mom stripped her sheets yet again, and stacked them into her laundry. Jane offered her daughter another firm hug and a smile, before suggesting that she use some wipes to clean up, and get dressed for the day.

Jane hadn't made Isabelle feel badly, but Isabelle was feeling sad. She hadn't slept well at all the night prior, likely as a result of her wet bed. Isabelle felt like she was going backward with her progress; though she had discovered a new viable theory for everything that was happening to her, she was yet again confronted with problems sleeping. If she didn't get good nights of rest, her progress during the day would be thwarted. 'How can I be expected to complete astronaut training without sleeping?!?' 

Jane, meanwhile, was distraught as she carried her daughter's wet sheets downstairs, and throwing them into the washer. Jane then took to folding her daughter's previously wet panties - and other clothes - which were waiting for her in the dryer. Jane threw a bargain detergent pod in, and ran the washer, as she considered any and all possibilities as to what may have caused her daughter's increased nighttime issues, which admittedly, were now bleeding into daytime issues. 

'Could it be school? Maybe she's too stressed with the hard work. Perhaps I should have held her back a year,' Jane considered, as she folded the remaining clothes in the dryer. 'Maybe its something else. Maybe its just that she's struggling with friends? Or maybe its me. Maybe she knows what's going on......Am I moving too fast? Am I moving too fast for her?' Jane's priority would always be Isabelle, '...but I've been so happy the last few weeks....'

Without any answers, Jane carried the laundry with her up the stairs, setting the basket down near the upstairs staircase. Jane went into the kitchen to begin brewing the coffee, before returning to pick up the laundry, and head into Isabelle's room. As she climbed the stairs, she considered to debate herself on how to move forward. "I just need to give it more time. Perhaps I will call the school and let Miss Jenny and Miss Amber know what's going on. They may be able to help...' Jane decided that was the best course of conduct. 'After all, it takes a village.'

Jane pushed open Isabelle's door to see her daughter standing in a t-shirt and her new training pants undies, this time a white pair designed with rainbows. 'She looks happy, in spite of everything. Maybe I am just panicking. Seemingly, the bed wetting doesn't seem to be bothering her....nor the day time accidents...' On the desk near her were more than a generous amount of used "Kidz Wipez,' splayed across her dresser after having been used by her daughter. It was quite the mess. 

Nevertheless, Jane smiled at her daughter, setting the basket down once more and bending down to give her little girl a big hug. "Its okay sweetie. It was mommy's fault....I forgot to tell you to go to the bathroom before bed." Jane figured a confidence boost couldn't hurt, as she felt her daughter's arms wrap around her neck tighter. 

Jane released Isabelle from the hug, and directed her to get dressed for the day. Isabelle had decided to select a pair of purple leggings, with a shooting star running up the left side of the leg, and a simple pair of blue socks, to pair with her white t-shirt. "Thanks mommm...I'm sorry I wet the bed again...." Isabelle was feeling a little defeated, but it was more likely that it was just the fact that she was feeling pretty tired. 

"No problem sweetie. Why don't you pack your ballet bag, and I'll go downstairs and prepare breakfast. Your extra pair of undies are already in the bag sweetie. If you have a problem today, I want you to change into the clean pair, okay?" Jane said, before collecting all the Kidz Wipez in her hand, and making her way out of the room.

"Okay mommy." Isabelle knew her mom was only trying to help, but it felt like her mom already thought she was going to have an accident. 'Today I am going to do better. Just focus Isabelle. Pay attention. I'll go twice in the morning, and once at lunch. Then twice in the afternoon, and no accidents.' Isabelle was proud of her plan. 

Isabelle started packing her ballet bag. She went to her closet to find a leotard, finding a black one with loads of sparkles. "I'll bet Miss Amber will like this one," Isabelle announced to no on in particular, before pulling the leotard off of the hanger. With her other free hand, Isabelle snatched her ballet slippers, feeling at ease for the first time that morning. Isabelle went over to her bag, and deposited her items inside, before going to her dresser and retrieving a thicker set of white tights to dance with. Isabelle had been concerned that her thicker undies had shown through her tights the day prior, so she opted for a thicker set of tights, placing them in her bag as well. Isabelle picked her bag up, as well as her school bag, before heading downstairs. 

 "......yup again........I don't know.......maybe its too soon, you know?" Isabelle heard her mom talking on the phone, but about what, and to who, it was unclear. "I am just a little worried. Perhaps I need to do more?......................uh-huh.......................uh-huh. Yah I mean, its an option I suppose..................uh-huh....uh-huh.................Okay. I have to get Isabelle ready for school now...yup....Talk later." 

Isabelle sat down as her mom set breakfast in front of her. "Go ahead and eat sweetie. Mommy needs to go get dressed," Jane said before leaving Isabelle to eat on her own. Isabelle wouldn't normally have minded, but she was feeling a little vulnerable that morning, and wished her mom had stayed. On her own, Isabelle picked up her toast and slowly started eating, feeling tired, feeling sad, and wanting the day to be over before it had even started.

Isabelle wrapped up her breakfast as her mom made her way back downstairs. Isabelle thought her mom looked a little dressed up today; her makeup was done a little more, she was wearing a different type of outfit it looked like, and she had done her hair a little more nicely than usual. "You look pretty mommy." Isabelle said.

"Thanks sweetie. Why don't you go to the bathroom quickly, and well be on our way, okay? Mommy needs to make one more telephone call. Isabelle nodded and stood up, making her way to the first floor bathroom. Isabelle pulled down her leggings and her special undies, sitting on the toilet. Isabelle knew she had to poop, but was surprised at how much she peed as well as she sat on the toilet. Isabelle took her time, in an effort to make sure everything was "out of her system," before flushing and washing her hands.

Isabelle returned to her mom just as she was wrapping up her second telephone call. "...thank you. Yes. I am extremely grateful.  You are both so good to her." Isabelle once again was lost, simply electing to stand close to her mom and wrap her arms around her mom's waist. Jane looked down at Isabelle and smiled. "Okay...Yes I am bringing her now. Bye-bye." Jane released Isabelle from her waist, and took her hand. "Let's go sweetheart." 

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Isabelle made her way into the school a little earlier than usual. She made her way quickly to the locker rooms, and put her bag into her locker, before exiting, and heading to Miss Jenny's classroom. When Isabelle entered, she was the only one there with Miss Jenny, so she waved hello and went to her desk. Isabelle had the idea that she would continue to read her space book, but her idea was thwarted as soon as Miss Jenny approached, bending down to talk to Isabelle. 

"Hi there Isabelle! I am so excited to have you in class this morning! Are you excited?" Isabelle nodded. Isabelle didn't want to be rude, but she wasn't really in the mood to chat. Miss Jenny didn't seem to care though. "Great! We are going to have SO much fun! I promise. Now, Isabelle, there is something else I want to chat with you about really quick. Our secret, okay?"

Isabelle was intrigued at Miss Jenny's proposal, so much so that Isabelle perked up, and decided to speak, looking Jenny in the eye. "What's that?! I like secrets. What is it!" Isabelle wanted to know. No...that wasn't right. Isabelle needed to know. 

"Well, Isabelle, its very secret so you cant tell anyone, okay? I need your help though. You've been so good in class, but there are some other people that are having trouble with some things, did you know?" Isabelle didn't know. But Isabelle knew she had trouble with things sometimes, and it didn't feel good. Isabelle shook her head no.

"I can see its upsetting you! But see, there is this OTHER girl in the class who is having trouble with the bathroom. Now I know you don't have bathroom problems, but maybe you could help this other student out, without saying anything to them, so they can feel better about themselves." 

Isabelle wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what was going on. Miss Jenny's efforts to dupe her were beneath Miss Jenny, Isabelle, and quite frankly, every second grader ever. 'How on earth does she think she's going to pull this off on me? PUH-LEASE.' Isabelle thought, before smirking her lips, and responding. "Miss Jenny. I already know."

Miss Jenny looked surprised, but was curious. "You already know! That's great. But just to make sure, what is it that you already know?"

Isabelle couldn't believe Miss Jenny was going to make Isabelle say it out loud. But Miss Jenny left her no choice. "Miss Jenny. I know. I know about the special super cool undies. You know, the special ones that lots of the other girls are wearing too. I know Miss Jenny.....I know."

Miss Jenny had to stifle a laugh. 'Kids are the best, I am so happy I became a teacher.' Rather than laugh, Miss Jenny showed a fake relief that Isabelle already knew. "Ohhhh Isabelle thank goodness you know! Now see, I am so happy you already know not to talk to anyone about those special super cool undies. But I need your help in ANOTHER way. Some people wearing those special super cool undies are having trouble forgetting to go to the bathroom. I was hoping that you might raise your hand a few times this morning to ask to go to the bathroom, so those kids are more comfortable asking also. Do you think you could do that?"

Isabelle couldn't believe her luck. She was already planning on asking to go to the bathroom at least twice that morning just to....well to be safe, and for no other reason. Now Miss Jenny was asking her to do the same thing because someone else needed help?!? ' I get to help another student, score points with Miss Jenny, AND....well I get to have insurance that I don't need.' Miss Jenny didn't know how foolish she was - Isabelle was scoring big time. "Of course Miss Jenny! Not a problem. I am your girl!!"

Miss Jenny smiled. "Great. How about this for a super secret plan between us. When I come by your desk and tap on it twice, you raise your hand to ask to go to the bathroom. OR, if you feel you just need to go, raise your hand like normal. Does that sound good?" 

Isabelle nodded with approval, just as two or three other students streamed into the class. "You can count on me Miss Jenny." Jenny smiled, she was pleased Isabelle was invested in the plan, and returned to her desk. 

The rain continued to come down, gently hitting the window to Miss. Jenny's second grade classroom. Most of the students had arrived at that point, but Isabelle couldn't spot Charlotte. As the bell rang, the children hurriedly settled into their seats, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Miss Jenny stood at the front of the class, a wide smile gracing her face.

"Good morning, my dear mathematicians!" Miss Jenny greeted them cheerfully. "Today, we are going to embark on an amazing journey into the world of numbers and shapes. Are you ready?" Much like the day prior, the kids all responded with enthusiasm, this time missing two voices: Charlotte's, who was not present that day, and Isabelle's, who was feeling the tired effects of her restless sleep the night prior. 

But the other kids in the class practically cheered with excitement, and their energy filling the air. Miss Jenny just had a way about her of exciting the class. 'She could make anything sound fun and exciting,' Isabelle thought. Miss Jenny loved the kids' enthusiasm as well, feeing off of it. Miss Jenny knew that engaging them with interactive activities was the key to their learning success.

Miss Jenny began the lesson by introducing the concept of addition using colorful manipulatives. Miss Jenny walked around the class, handing out red, blue, green, and yellow geometric blocks; some cubes, triangles, cones, and all manner of shapes, before returning to the front of class. As she did, she tapped twice on Isabelle's desk, very discretely, so the other students wouldn't think of it.

'THAT'S THE SECRET CODE,' Isabelle thought, as Jenny walked past her without turning at all. "Wow. Miss Jenny is like a superspy,' Isabelle thought, as she shot her hand into the air before being called on. "Miss Jenny? Can I please go to the bathroom?" 

"Yes Isabelle, go ahead." Miss Jenny responded so cavalierly, Isabelle thought. 'The poor student they were helping would have no idea what was going on, not with this level of sneaky deception.' Isabelle was pleased with herself, keeping up the ruse. But she knew she had to keep it up in order to seem plausible, so off to the bathroom she went. Isabelle entered a stall, just in case the other student came in, and sat down as though she was going to pee.

Except she did pee. 'Huh! Look at that. I guess you call that a happy accident.' Surprisingly, Isabelle noticed as she wiped, no other student actually came in. 'Hmmmmm. Maybe I wasn't loud enough when I asked to go the bathroom,' Isabelle wondered. 'No matter. Miss Jenny said we would try at least twice!' Isabelle wiped herself, before returning to class.

Isabelle walked back in to a lively scene. As she made her way to her desk, Isabelle could have sworn Miss Jenny silently mouthed a "thank you" to her. Isabelle took her seat, joining the other kids in eagerly participating in the math lesosn. Isabelle's used her tiny hands to grab various shapes and colors of objects in response to promptly, counting them or announcing the shape out loud. With each calculation, Miss Jenny encouraged them, praising their efforts and rewarding those students with the correct answers with encouraging responses.

As the class progressed, Miss Jenny shifted into working on subtractions. Unlike the additions, Miss Jenny noticed a few students - Isabelle included - struggling with subtraction exercises. Miss Jenny decided to break the class into groups so she could pair students that were struggling with ones that had an easier time, and hoped by working together the students would help each other. Her strategy was very successful, though Isabelle was still having difficulties with at least half of the problems. 

Miss Jenny's math class occupied the entire morning lesson. Near the end, Miss Jenny had organized a fun math game for the class though. It felt like such a reward for all their hard work. Miss Jenny told the class to imagine that the classroom had transformed into a bustling carnival, with different stations offering mathematical challenges. 

All the kids eagerly rotated through the activities, solving puzzles, measuring objects, and identifying shapes. As Isabelle was shifting from one station to another, Miss Jenny passed by her and tapped her on the shoulder twice. "THAT'S IT AGAIN. EVEN SNEAKIER THIS TIME,' Isabelle thought. She would be sure to be louder this time around, so the student who needed the help would be sure to hear. 

Isabelle made her way to the middle of the carnival, in the busiest section of the classroom, and raisd her hand. "Yes Isabelle?" Miss Jenny called back. 

Isabelle cleared her throat, before announcing very loudly. "Miss Jenny. I need to use the bathroom. Can I please go to the bathroom?" 

Miss Jenny chuckled at how indiscrete Isabelle was being, before granting her permission. "Go ahead Isabelle." 

Isabelle's eyes darted left and right as she left the class, trying to find out who the student she was trying to help was. Not seeing any movement, Isabelle made her way into the bathroom again, sitting on the toilet. This time Isabelle had known she needed to pee, so was grateful when Miss Jenny had sent her here. 'I was about to ask anyway,' Isabelle thought, before wrapping up and making her way back to class.

The class ended just as Isabelle reached the last carnival game. Many students jumped out of their seats, heading to the cafeteria, or to their arts classes. But Isabelle lingered behind, just as Miss Jenny approached her. "You were such a great help this morning Isabelle. Thank you. I think you really helped that student out! Maybe you should leave the cafeteria at some point to go to the bathroom - the student might see you going and realize they had to go as well," Miss Jenny said, before walking away. "See you tomorrow." 

Isabelle was proud of the work she had done. She liked helping people. 'I'll be sure to go during lunch as well!' Isabelle thought to herself, as she left the classroom. 

Lunch, was, without Charlotte there, a little upsetting. Isabelle took her place at the end of the table with the other girls she had eaten with the week prior, but no one spoke to her. Isabelle, in turn, didn't speak at all herself, and quietly went about eating her turkey sandwich. Isabelle was feeling rather morose; she was tired, she was feeling lonely, and she was feeling badly still about wetting the bed. 

After she finished eating, Isabelle got up and said goodbye, making a point of letting her tablemates know she was off to the bathroom. 'Even if they aren't my friends, its nice that I get to potentially help one of them.' Isabelle made her way toward the girl's locker rooms to use the bathroom, sitting down in the last toilet stall. As soon as her butt hit the seat, she started peeing. Isabelle was even shocked that, after sitting for a minute, she needed to poo. Isabelle sat quietly, nervous that someone would walk in, as she continued to 'make her deposit,' before wiping, and flushing the toilet. 

As she made her way to her locker, Isabelle was concerned whoever this kid having trouble was, they were not making it to the bathroom nearly enough. 'Not that I haven't tried to be helpful.' Rather than return to the cafeteria, Isabelle sat in front of her locker, and took the opportunity to get ready for ballet well in advance of class. Isabelle took her shirt off, followed by her shoes, socks, and leggings, putting all of her clothes into her ballet bag, and taking out her ballet clothes. 

Before pulling up her tights, Isabelle inspected her new undies, noting that they were in perfect condition. Isabelle pulled them out from her waist, looking inside and further confirming that she hadn't even dribbled that day. 'Mom is going to be so proud!' Isabelle thought, as she started pulling her thick tights up her legs, before slipping into her leotard. Finally, Isabelle sat down to put on her slippers, feeling whole once again. 

Isabelle was lost in her thoughts by the time the bell rang, and the rest of the dancers made their way in to the locker room. As Isabelle was already dressed, she decided to make her way to Miss Amber's class first. 'Maybe I can get a little warmup in before we start,' Isabelle thought, as she smiled and waved at Cassie as the older girl made her way to her locker.

Isabelle walked into the ballet studio to find it empty, except of course Miss Amber, who seemed to be preparing for class. Not wanting to bother Miss Amber, Isabelle went quietly to the side and started stretching, working her legs out before class. Isabelle started by working her upper body and arms briefly, before going to the ground and promptly doing ground work, stretching her calves, her ankles, her upper legs, and her feet. 

Just as she was wrapping up, and before any other student came into class, Miss Amber came over to Isabelle, and sat down next to her. "Hi Isabelle! I'm looking forward to another GREAT class today with you! Aren't you just so excited for dance?!?"

Isabelle nodded. She loved Miss Amber's energy. "Yah! Dancing is the best. I am super excited!"

"Well, I am so glad to hear it! And you definitely belong in this class, you're practically at the top of the class!" Miss Amber said, beaming with a smile. It made Isabelle feel great. Miss Amber continued. "Listen, I was hoping you might be able to help me with something. Do you think you're up to it? But you need to keep it quiet!"

Isabelle nodded vigorously. She would do anything to help Miss Amber. "Great," Miss Amber said. "So there are some kids in the class that are not quite as strong at dancing yet as you are. And I think they are a little bit embarrassed about asking for help when a second grader is in the class and hasn't needed help yet. Does that make sense?

Isabelle thought about it for a moment, before answering. "Yes. I guess that does make sense. But I don't mind! Everyone should ask for help. We're all just trying to get better and learn!"

Miss Amber smiled. She liked having students with great attitudes, and this girl certainly had one. But that would have to wait. "AMAZING. I am so happy you get it. And you're right. That's a VERY mature answer. But still, some of the other girls are still too shy to ask for help. That's where I need you." 

Isabelle's eyes grew wider. 'Miss Amber NEEDs me....wow.' Isabelle couldn't believe it. "What do you need me to do Miss Amber."

Miss Amber smiled widely. She had the girl like puddy in her hand. "I am SO glad you asked. Here's what we are going to do. When I see another girl needs help, but I know they are too shy to ask, I am going to come by and put my hand on your shoulder. When I do that, make your way out of the studio for a minute or so....but we'll need a good excuse....can you think of any?"

Isabelle couldn't imagine why she would leave the ballet studio during dance. It was the best part of her day. But then it hit her: "Ohhh Ohhhh Ohh Miss Amber. I have a good plan. Miss Jenny and I made a similar plan today - but its secret, you can't tell anyone." Isabelle said. She was thrilled with her plan - they would dupe the students so well, and Miss Amber would be able to help. "I'll just say I need to go the locker room to use the bathroom! No one will suspect anything!"

'Gotchya,' Miss Amber thought. "Oh my goodness! I can't believe I didn't think of that. But if this is going to work....well.....I think you should actually just go to the bathroom, in case another student comes in to check, and to make sure the timing is believable. Do you think you could do that?"

'Of course I can do that Miss Amber - she was being so silly.' Isabelle thought. "Yah! That's easy Miss Amber. I'll be the best assistant you could ask for!" 

Miss Amber smiled, and diverted her gaze to the other students starting to flow into the class. "Thanks Isabelle. I bet you will be," Miss Amber said, before winking and making her way to the front of the class.

Ballet that afternoon focused on reinforcing the lessons they had worked on the day prior. Miss Amber again made the students go through a grueling warmup routine that exhausted Isabelle. By the end of it, Isabelle was ready to collapse to the floor, sweating from every pore in her body. But just as she did, she felt Amber's hand firmly on her shoulder. Isabelle looked up at Miss Amber, who was focused elsewhere with her gaze. 'Shoot. Need to be discrete,' Isabelle thought, before leaving quickly and heading into the locker room.

Consistent wit their plan, Isabelle went into a stall. Isabelle didn't much feel like getting out of her leotard and tights, and, her plan had originally been to simply sit on the seat in her clothes. But as she closed the door to the bathroom stall, it occurred to her she really did need to pee, and so she went about the laborious task of pulling her leotard off, and lowering her tights to pee.

Isabelle returned to the ballet class just as Miss Amber was making her first cycle through the students center work. Isabelle took a position on the end of the second row, and quickly caught on to the sequence they were working on. It was a variation of the work the day prior, so it wasn't much of an adjustment, and Isabelle quickly found herself flowing through the steps easily and smoothly. 

"Very good Isabelle. Class - look at how Isabelle is engaging her upper core when she does this -" Miss Amber paused, pressing her hand against Isabelle's mid section to show the class when in the sequence the engagement became essential. 'This is what were looking for. Let's see it now." 

Isabelle smiled and continued to work hard. Cassie, who was dancing next to her, smiled and offered her a positive encouragement. "You're doing so great!," Cassie said, before showing Isabelle, "You're advice yesterday really helped - watch me!" Isabelle did, and watched as Cassie flourished.

"Awesome Cassie!" Isabelle said, before thinking to herself 'maybe Cassie was the one Miss Amber was talking about needing help...if so, I'm glad I was able to do my part. Cassie is doing awesome!' Isabelle was proud of herself for helping out her classmates so much that day. 

Isabelle continued to flourish in class as Miss Amber moved the students to a floor routine, and to work on transitions from the air to the floor. Miss Amber's class was having a ton of fun as the students leapt and fell, over and over again, smiling, giggling, and generally enjoying their afternoon. Isabelle had just wrapped up a transition from air to floor to feet, when she again felt Miss Amber's hand against her shoulder, and made her way into the bathroom again. This time Isabelle recognized immediately that she needed to pee, and made her way as quickly as could before she had an accident. Isabelle was grateful to see, as she pulled down her tights, that not even a drop fell into her panties. 

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Isabelle finished showering, returning to her locker to change. She had to wait for the first round of showers to end before she could go herself, so it was nearly time for her mom to pick her up by the time she was drying off and getting dressed. Isabelle pulled on her special undies, it being unnecessary to change into her extra pair, before pulling on her purple leggings and t-shirt. Isabelle considered putting her sneakers on, but opted instead to pull a thin pair of extra sockettes out of her bag, and to wear her ballet slippers out instead. 'These are more comfy anyway!' Isabelle thought, as her feet returned to their happy place, and she made her way out of the school.

Isabelle found her mom at the front of the school, speaking with Miss Amber to check her out. Isabelle approached her mom with her bags, catching the tail end of the conversation her mom was having with her dance instructor. "........okay. I am really grateful for your help. It has just been an ongoing problem we are doing are best to address. Please thank Miss Jenny for me as well," Jane said, as she wrapped her arm around her daughter. "We, however, need to get going. We are going out for an early dinner with a friend!" Jane announced, before releasing Isabelle and walking out of the school, hand in hand. 

Jane walked Isabelle toward their car, asking all about her day. "So, anything to report today?" Jane asked Isabelle, hoping for a more complete answer this time. 

"I had a pretty good day. We did math with Miss Jenny today, and it was fun. I also got to help her with something extra secret, which was a fun game. And then dance was fun. We did more work off of the barre, and then floor work too. I had a lot of fun!" Isabelle finished, as Jane helped her daughter in the car, taking her bags. On her way to the trunk, jane peered into Isabelle's ballet bag, seeing the extra pair of undies was still there. 'That's promising at least.'

"Anything else to report, Jane asked as she entered the driver's seat of the car, turning her body back to her daughter, who was seated back, her legs splayed apart. 'She has this one chance,' Jane thought. 'It's not like I didn't warn her.'

Isabelle looked at her mom, and tried to fight off a yawn, failing. Between her restless night and the ballet class, Isabelle was beat. In that moment, she really wasn't sure what her mom was asking, but came up with an answer anyway. "Oh yah! Umm.....' Isabelle started, unsure at first where to go with her answer. "Charlotte wasn't in school today. So it was a little lonely at lunch." Maybe that's what her mom wanted to know?

Jane sighed. 'I do feel bad the one girl she seemingly is friends with wasn't in school, but that was not what I was looking for.' Jane had no other choice - she leaned over to the backseat, and reaching with her right arm, pressed her hand against her daughter's crotch. "Sweetie, I've now given you two chances to tell me if you had any accidents. I told you mommy would just check if you can't be responsible and remember," Jane announced, as she shifted her hand a few times to check a few different places. 'If she doesn't like it, all the better. Maybe she will remember next time.'

Her strategy appeared to work. As Jane pressed her hand against Isabelle's undies, her daughter recoiled, and tried to pull away, before realizing that she was stuck in her seatbelt. As Jane shifted her hand the first time further underneath Isabelle's butt, Isabelle modified her strategy to try and push Jane's arm away. The issue was that Isabelle wasn't strong enough, as Jane shifted her hand one last time to check one more spot. At that point, Isabelle deviated, opting for an oral objection. "Mommy! Stop. I was going to tell you. I...." Isabelle realized she had forgotten. "....I was just yawning. STOP IT!" Isabelle whined.

"Sweetie, I gave you more than enough chances to tell me. Next time you'll tell me right away, and mommy won't need to check herself." Jane said, as she watched Isabelle cross her arms and pout. 'She's probably just tired,' Jane concluded. "Well, it seems that you stayed dry all day sweetie! That's a great job," Jane said, sitting back down and pulling her arm back. "Now let's go out for a really fun dinner, how does that sound?" Jane said, as she pulled out of her spot. Isabelle didn't respond, but Jane could see in her rearview mirror that her daughter was smiling.

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Isabelle walked into the restaurant holding her mom's hand. They were at a diner that Isabelle was familiar with, though it had been some time since they had gone together. Isabelle loved the diner because they always got ice cream when after dinner when they went. But dinner out was usually reserved for special occasions only; today was just a Tuesday, and Isabelle was pretty sure it wasn't anyone's birthday. 

"Oh look," Jane said, "Sam is already here." Jane took Isabelle's hand and led her toward a booth where her friend Sam was already seated. Jane had reminded Isabelle on her way to the diner that they were meeting one of her mom's friends. Isabelle was glad for the reminder, as she had forgotten completely. Her mind was fixated on one thing; ice cream. 'There are, of course, priorities in life,' Isabelle thought. 

It was rare that Isabelle got to meet many of her mom's friends, so Isabelle was both excited and nervous. Her mom had explained that Sam was a really good friend, and that Jane was super excited that Isabelle was going to meet him.

As soon as they rounded a corner, a man - presumably Sam, stood up from a booth to greet her mom, hugging her and smiling the whole time. Isabelle looked up at the man - and look up she needed to, as he was very tall - and felt he was very familiar. But as she worked to figure out why he felt that way, a warmth spread from her feet and through her body, making its way to her mind before - poof - the thought was gone. 

Isabelle felt shy at first, recoiling and hiding behind her mom as Jane greeted Sam. The man was really big, and though familiar, he was a complete stranger. Isabelle figured Sam would likely be a girl, rather than a boy. Her mom had used the word "he" in the car, but Isabelle didn't really pick up on it. So she was surprised when Sam was a boy - 'not that that is a big deal,' Isabelle thought.

But seeing Sam caused her an initial shock. Isabelle looked him up and down, trying to work out how she should feel. The man standing before her looked wonderfully friendly with his smile. He carried himself with an air of confidence, yet gentle demeanor that instantly puts Isabelle at ease. His lustrous black hair, with just a hint of greying, was styled with a casual yet sophisticated charm. 

Isabelle's eyes traced their way across the man's face, which was framed with a chiseled jawline that perfectly complemented his features. The man sported a well-groomed beard that mirrored his head, perhaps with a little more white in it and accentuating his strong facial structure. Isabelle couldn't help but feel at ease as she man smiled at her, bending down and reaching his hand out to shake hers. He radiated a friendly and welcoming aura.

Now eye to eye, Isabelle noticed the man's sharp green and brown eyes, that were almost swirling and changing colors as she looked back at him.  Isabelle saw so much more than his eyes though; she saw a blend of intelligence, kindness, and a hint of playfulness. The man had done well to take care of his skin, it seeming soft and wrinkle free. Yet, he sported the face of a man who seemed to hold a wealth of stories and experiences, and Isabelle wanted to know them all. 

His complexion was fair, even lighter than her own, or her mom's. The man clearly worked indoors, if at all, looking relaxed and stress free. The man's physique was also nothing short of impressive. His height, combined with a lean and athletic build, commanded the attention of the room. He nearly bumped into the table behind him when he stood, and the patrons at the table hadn't diverted their gaze from him yet. The man was by no means frightening. Rather, he offered a sense of security.

Isabelle reached out and shook the man's hand, feeling a firm, yet gentle and soft hand shake hers back. Isabelle couldn't help but smile back at the man. He was dressed in smart yet casual attire, the clothes falling against his body perfectly. It almost seemed as though the clothes were tailored for him. 

As Isabelle felt the man lift her hand up and down, she inhaled a breath of cologne, which was neither overpowering nor too subtle. 'The man smells nice,' Isabelle thought. The smell was...fresh. It smelled of citrus and aromatic herbs, with undertones of jasmine and warm woody notes. It was a wonderful scent. 'I like this friend.'  

"It's so nice to meet you Isabelle. I'm Sam," the man said, introducing himself, and sharing his warm, gentle voice for Isabelle to hear for the first time. "I am so excited to get to know you! Why don't we slide into the booth and you can tell me all about your amazing day at school!" 

If Isabelle had been shocked, or shy, at first, she had no memory of it after examining the man, and hearing him speak. He put her completely at ease, Isabelle emerging from behind her mother's legs to shake the man's hand back. Isabelle couldn't put her finger on it, but she trusted this Sam.

Moreover, he wanted to know about Isabelle's day. 'Most of the time grownup talk is SO boring,' Isabelle thought. 'But this guy wants to talk about fun stuff, like school.' Isabelle wasn't about to object; she had indeed had a pretty good day at school, and was excited that Sam wanted to hear about it. 

"Okay!" Isabelle squeaked, excited to tell Sam everything. Jane laughed as her daughter jumped into the booth, sliding in after her. Isabelle saw her mom mouth something to Sam, but wasn't sure what. 'It's not important anyway - Sam is asking about MY day, not moms!" 

Isabelle slid into the booth comfortably, before telling Sam all about her day. "Well, first I had class with Miss Jenny. Miss Jenny is my teacher Sam. Miss Jenny did the best class. But wait. First I need to tell you about Miss Jenny's class yesterday. We planted seeds, and learned all about growing plants. And I  brought them home, and we need to water them. Mom - did you water the seeds like you were supposed to? Anyway, Miss Jenny is the best. And so today, we did math. And we got to play with all these cubes and triangles Sam. They were all sorts of different colors. And we needed to use them to answer questions you see? And I almost got all the questions right. ALL of them. Well, almost all." Isabelle rattled off. 

Isabelle continued to rattled off a similar story about her afternoon class with Miss Amber. Jane interrupted Isabelle for a moment, to ask if she needed to go to the bathroom. Isabelle thought about it for a second, but decided she didn't need to. Isabelle was happy, and having too much fun. Sam seemed to be paying attention the entire time.

What Isabelle didn't notice, however, was that her mom and Sam were secretly holding hands under the table, listening as Isabelle shared about her day. As Isabelle finished up, Jane cut her off before she continued. "Well Sam, you certainly got a LOT more detail than I got. Why didn't I get all that detail sweetie?!" Jane asked her daughter playfully. Isabelle simply shrugged, taking her water and drinking it down. 

Sam and Jane ordered not long after, Jane ordering a kid's cheeseburger meal for Isabelle per her request. As they waited for the food to come, Sam continued to engage Isabelle on all sorts of topics, asking her about her favorite animals "Personally, I like monkeys," same shared - colors "Hmmm, pink and purple are both great colors - I could see what you would like them both", and what her favorite part of ballet was "Oh! I think that was my daughter's favorite part at your age too. You know she's a dancer just like you!" Isabelle loved all the attention she was getting, so much so that she basically ignored her food as it was placed in front of her. 

"Sweetie - eat your food before it gets cold. You can keep talking to Sam when you're done." Jane said, pushing Isabelle's good closer to her. Isabelle didn't want to stop talking to Sam, but she wasn't about to disobey her mom. So Isabelle went about eating her food, and drinking down another glass of whatever that magically kept finding itself refilled. 

Isabelle continued to eat as her mom and Sam continued to eat and talk about other things. Isabelle didn't mind - she was happy for the grownups to get the boring stuff out of the way while she ate. As she ate, Isabelle felt the need to pee grow stronger and stronger. The problem was, Isabelle was a little embarrassed and didn't want to say that she needed to go out loud.....'Not in front of Sam!' Isabelle decided she could wait; everyone was almost done eating. They would be going home soon. 

Isabelle finished the last bite of her cheeseburger, picking up her water once more to wash it down. Isabelle let a big sigh 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" go, much to the pleasure of her mom and Sam, who both started laughing. "Well," Sam said, "I don't know about you two, but I need some ice cream. How does that sound to you Isabelle?"

Isabelle's eyes nearly exploded out of her head. "YES! Can I have chocolate?!?" Jane laughed.

"Sure you can," Sam responded, ordering three chocolate ice creams, "one for everyone!" Sam told the waiter, who smiled in return and set off to get the ice cream. 

Isabelle was starting to get fidgety - she really was getting desperate to go to the bathroom. But Sam was still there. Isabelle hoped her mom would ask her if she needed to go soon. She knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Isabelle did her best - she really did. The problem was that her ice cream arrived, and once it did, Isabelle forgot she had to pee. It was ice cream?! It wasn't her fault. So Isabelle put the thought away, and instead turned her attention to her ice cream, spooning it into her mouth, and well, to be honest, all over her face.

As Isabelle continued scooping her ice cream, she felt a warmth grow around her feet, and spread through her body. As it did, Isabelle felt another warmth, this one emanating around her crotch, likewise spreading out, all across her undies. Isabelle didn't mind, the warmth was comforting. In fact, she didn't even notice at first that it was her pee. Instead, all she realized was that she was feeling better, and scooped the last bite of ice cream onto her face. 

Isabelle felt as the warmth in her pants subsided, being absorbed by her undies. Her undies did a pretty good job absorbing all the pee. Unfortunately, there was a lot of it, and some spread out underneath her, Isabelle feeling that her leggings had gotten wet. 'Uh-oh......' Isabelle thought, realizing what happened. turning to her mom and looking sad. 

"Everything okay sweetie?" Jane asked, looking at her daughter, before realizing what it might be. "Oh...Sweetie....did you....?" Jane asked, without asking, not wanting to embarrass her daughter publicly. 

Isabelle simply nodded, and then looked down at her feet. Jane, wanting to confirm what it was, reached under the table and pressed her hand against her daughter's pants, immediately feeling the swollen underwear. Jane looked at her daughter, and simply smiled, whispering an "its okay sweetie." What else could she do? Her daughter needed her. And as much as Jane couldn't believe that Isabelle had peed in her pants sitting at the table, without asking to go, she knew she would be there for her. 'But should I be surprised? It isn't the first time....'

Jane knew it was time to go. "Sam. Thank you so much for meeting us for dinner. I know Isabelle had the best time," Jane said, as Isabelle shrunk in her seat and leaned against her mom. "But Isabelle is getting pretty tired. I think I need to take her home. Is it okay if we get going?"

Sam smiled, feeling there was more to the story than Jane was letting on. "Sure - let me go the front and pay, and you two can head out! My treat!" I'll meet you outside." Sam stood up, intending to make his way to the front counter.

"Thank you Sam, that's very kind of you. What do you say Isabelle?"

Isabelle wasn't in the mood to talk, feeling pretty embarrassed. But she wasn't going to be rude - this Sam was really fun, and Isabelle hoped to see him again. "Thank you Sam," Isabelle answered, doing her best not to sound upset. 

"My pleasure girls!" Sam, responded, before leaving. As soon as he did. Isabelle collapsed into Jane and started gently crying. jane simply held Isabelle, rubbing her side. 

"Let's get up sweetie. I can see your leggings are a little wet. I just need to let the waitress know, and we can get going. It's okay."

Isabelle didn't feel like it was okay. She felt silly. And wet. And she just wanted to go home. The result? Isabelle started crying harder, holding on to her mom for dear life.

[Kahlez]

I am not 100% sure but I have a feeling I seen one more thing but it is a really long chapter and I cant find it anymore sorry.

2 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

she was wearing a different type of outfit it looked like, and she had don't her hair a little more nicely than usual

2 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

Hte man was by no means frightening

2 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

Jane laughed as her daughter jumped into the booth, sliding ion after her.

So first of I actually like that she was not regressed yet even so I dont think the ending sounds good for her and she keeps wearing her slippers. So it probably wont take long anymore. I mean there are a lot things you could mention given the length of that chapter.

So 1. If Isabelle ever finds out she was tricked this morning she probably will be a bit salty about it. She was so proud about helping someone else and learning she helped herself would feel less good to her. 

2. Her friend not in school, not sure what this is about but I guess this could play a role later.

3. The new friend I am curious was he mentioned before because Isabelle knew him and I cant recall reading about him at least by name, maybe I just have forgotten. 

4. I summarize the rest great chapter 

 

[Olympiczero]

31 minutes ago, Kahlez said:

I am not 100% sure but I have a feeling I seen one more thing but it is a really long chapter and I cant find it anymore sorry.

Thank you for the corrections. It is always appreciated. 

 

32 minutes ago, Kahlez said:

4. I summarize the rest great chapter 

Thanks! I won't address the other things point by point, since some of it would be a spoiler. But I am glad you are enjoying the story, and I always look forward to your comments! 

[BabySofia]

Glad to see a new chapter when I came home from work! This may be the most involved/well-written physical age regression story I've seen in a long time, if ever! Can't wait to see the rest! 🙂

[diaper24/7]

This is one of my favorite stories and look forward to it when you posted a new chapter it just keeps getting better.

[Olympiczero]

On 5/24/2023 at 6:28 PM, BabySofia said:

Glad to see a new chapter when I came home from work! This may be the most involved/well-written physical age regression story I've seen in a long time, if ever! Can't wait to see the rest! 🙂

On 5/25/2023 at 12:22 AM, diaper24/7 said:

This is one of my favorite stories and look forward to it when you posted a new chapter it just keeps getting better.

That's really kind of both of you to say! It has been extremely helpful and nice to see you both comment throughout the process. It motivates me to keep writing, even when I am feeling frustrated with the process. I appreciate all your help, advice, and comments!

 

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 36

Isabelle sat in the back of her mom's car, the coolness of her tights beginning to become more prominent, more uncomfortable. Leaving the restaurant had been mortifying. Jane had to call the waiter over, quietly informing them that "my daughter had a little accident" and that Jane "would clean it up, not a problem." The staff had brought over some cleaning solution and a rag. They were very understanding as Jane cleaned up - "this happens all the time, don't worry about it." 

Fortunately, the worst of the situation was avoided, thanks to none other than Sam. Apparently Sam realized what was going on, much to the disappointment of Isabelle who wanted Sam to like her. But whatever impact Isabelle's accident had, it had not seemed to change Sam's opinion of her.

Sam came over to Isabelle after paying for dinner, comforting her and maintaining his upbeat attitude. But what he did next was life saving - as Isabelle stood up, Sam tied his windbreaker around her waist, concealing the wet patch on her leggings. Isabelle was able to walk through the restraurant and out the door with as few people noticing as possible. "Thank you Sam..." Isabelle managed to squeak out between tears. 

Isabelle's nightmare was not over, however. Before she got into the car, Jane asked Isabelle to wait, and went to the trunk to retrieve a towel. Jane laid it down on the back seat of the car, and then ushered Isabelle into the car, before disappearing with Sam somewhere. It was a few long minutes before Jane returned to the car, blushing and with a big smile on her face. 'Why is mom so happy I had an accident?' Isabelle wondered. 'Maybe she's happy about something else.'

Jane closed the door to the car behind her, and turned to look at Isabelle. "I am very proud of you for being on your best behavior tonight sweetie. I just wish you had told me you needed to go to the bathroom! I would have taken you sweetheart. Are you okay? What do you say we get you home and into some dry clothes?"

Isabelle nodded from the back seat, before responding. "I didn't.....I didn't realize I had to mommy. I'm sorry. I was just having too much fun I guess." Isabelle was upset at herself. She did in fact realize she had to go...she just didn't. She couldn't explain why exactly. Part embarrassment of letting a stranger know she had to go, part just not wanting to get up because she was having too much fun. It was strange too, because other than her wet leggings, she wasn't unhappy she had wet her undies. She was only unhappy they had leaked. 

"That's okay pumpkin," Jane responded, as she backed the car out of the spot. "It's bedtime anyway, so let's get you home and to sleep."

Jane drove home, the car quiet the whole time. Isabelle had stopped crying for what it was worth, but evidently her daughter was still not in the mood to speak. It gave Jane the chance to think about what to do next. 'Her bathroom plan seemed to have worked today with her teachers, so there is no reason to make any changes to that," Jane thought. It was a small sample size, but Isabelle seemed content that she was "helping out friends" at school. It seemed to motivate her to go on time.

Jane stopped at a red light and continued to consider her options. 'I guess I'll need to institute a similar plan at home.' It could work, Jane thought, the same it works at school. 'No need for deception I guess though. I'll just have to insist she goes into the bathroom and trust her. It's not like I can take her to the bathroom and sit her on the toilet to make sure she goes. She's 8.' Jane considered whether she could though. Jess had mentioned that the strategy worked with Becky. 'Maybe Isabelle needed something similar?'

Jane continued processing her thoughts as she pulled into the driveway at home, parking the car, before helping Isabelle out and up the stairs. Jane dropped Isabelle's bags in her daughter's bedroom before bending down and helping her tired daughter out of her wet clothes. Jane could practically see Isabelle's eyes roll into the back of her head - 'she's mentally exhausted.' Jane realized she would need to help Isabelle to make sure everything got done.

"Okay sweetie. Mommy is going to help you and then you can get into bed. Let's start by taking these slippers off." Piece by piece, Jane removed her daughter's clothes, first starting with her ballet slippers, her sockettes, her wet leggings, and her daughter's t-shirt. "Good job sweetie!" Jane whispered, as Isabelle lifted her arms and allowed her mom to take her shirt off, almost stumbling to the ground in slumber. 

Jane took her daughter in, standing in front of her, sleepy eyed, in nothing more than her sagging undies. Jane eased Isabelle's undies down her legs, noting that they actually had quite a bit more capacity than she would have expected. Jane noticed that Isabelle appeared more apprehensive than usual, so smiled and whispered sweet thoughts to her daughter as she stepped out of her soaked underwear. Jane then reached up on to Isabelle's dresser, pulling down the Kidz Wipez, and cleaning her daughter up.

Content with her work, Jane pulled a sweetnight out of Isabelle's drawer, and helped Isabelle into it, sliding the dry padding up Isabelle's legs. Jane noticed how much more relaxed Isabelle's body and face were the moment the dry sweetnight was resting against her. 'She really does feel safer in these,' Jane noted. She felt bad for her daughter - obviously Isabelle wasn't doing this on purpose, and would rather not have these issues. 'But I am proud at how grownup she is being about wearing them without a fuss.' 

Jane pulled a nightgown over her daughter's head, Isabelle cooperating once again. As soon as it fell down to her knees, Isabelle started to make her way to her bed. "Nuh-uh sweetie," Jane whispered, taking her daughter's hand and pulling her toward the hallway. Isabelle was a little out of it, so simply cooperated, unsure where they were going to go. "First you need to try and go to the bathroom. Go ahead, while mommy collects your things," Jane said, as she ushered her daughter into the bathroom.

Jane turned to go back to Isabelle's room to collect her wet clothes, but didn't. 'Just tonight,' Jane thought, as she silently pressed her ear against the bathroom door. Waiting.

Waiting some more.

Waiting again.

Still waiting.

Until she heard it - the echo of her daughter's pee hitting the toilet bowl. Considering how much Isabelle had peed in her pants, Jane was surprised to hear how long Isabelle peed, before she heard a gap of sound, followed by the toilet flushing. "Brush your teeth too sweetie." Isabelle would be too tired to realize Jane had been outside the whole time, as Jane now made her way to Isabelle's room to collect her daughter's wet clothes, piling them into her laundry basket. 

Jane turned to see her daughter walking back into her bedroom, wiping the exhaustion from her eyes. Jane went over to her, picking her up into the air and pulling Isabelle into her stomach, Isabelle's legs wrapping around her mom naturally. Jane held her daughter firmly, kissing her on the side of the head, before carrying Isabelle over to her canopy bed. Jane held Isabelle while working to pull the covers back, before laying her daughter down. Jane was about to wish her daughter sweet dreams, before she realized that Isabelle was already fast asleep. Jane simply smiled, placing Rabbity in her arms, and leaving the room with the laundry basket. She had more work to do before she could get into bed too. 

*****

Isabelle navigated her ship through the air, noting landmarks that she was familiar with from her previous voyage. Armed with her mind, her investigative journal map, and the map from the unicorn space pirate ship, Isabelle easily navigated her way through the air above Aquaria's surface, before hovering over her anticipated landing zone. "First Officer Rabbity, take her down. Initiate landing phase." 

Isabelle stood still as the ship stalled, not landing. "First Officer Rabbity. I said initiate landing phase...." Rabbity however, did not land. "Oh Alright. You are such a diva. SENIOR First Officer Rabbity, please initiate landing phase." After his recent technological innovations for Isabelle had gone viral, Rainbow Command had given Rabbity a promotion. 'And he hasn't let anyone forget about it," Isabelle thought. 'What a complete diva!'

Having been addressed with his proper title, SENIOR First Officer Rabbity lowered the ship, landing it perfectly on a shallow strip near a deep water access point. If Isabelle's calculations were correct, the key to the chest lay at the bottom of the deep water access point. Based on conversations she had with the merpeople of Androsia, and the Silly Squid clan in nearby Kelp Forest, the key was protected by a great beast. Isabelle wouldn't be deterred, however.
Isabelle pulled the hatch to her ship's cargo hold open, descending to the planet's surface.

Once again, Isabelle went through her pre-exploration confirming she had all of her supplies. 'Mommy packed me chicken tenders this time - SCORE!' Isabelle thought, as she strapped her food to her bag, and jumped straight into the deep water access point."

"I have once again returned to the planet known as 'Aquaria.'" Isabelle announced, as her journal recorded the dialogue, making notes itself about all manner of local underwater foliage. "Based on the very detailed description the Silly Squids provided, I am confident the key lies at the bottom of this canyon. Rumors of a great beast should be ignored - the locals tell all manner of far fetched tales. Proceeding down."

Isabelle felt the increased water pressure as she continued to descend, forced to activate the lights connected to her helmet as the sun's rays disappeared. "More grateful than ever that I passed Advanced space-investigator training with flying colors," Isabelle recited. "Navigating these depths is proving challenging. It is not a voyage for the faint of heart." Isabelle concluded. 'Let's see SENIOR first officer Rabbity come down here, then we can talk about promotions.' 

Following the Silly Squid's instructions, Isabelle continued to descend straight down the hole. As Isabelle ventured further down. her heart started to race with anticipation. 'What will I discover in these depths? Where will the key ultimately be? What will I find in the treasure chest?' The excitement was almost too much to handle. 

Isabelle was forced to concentrate however. What little light her suit was providing was all she had left, and Isabelle was growing scared. She hadn't spotted the key at all yet, and according to her wrist mechanism thingy-mabob - its official name - she was nearly at the bottom. Isabelle was growing dubious that the Silly Squids, known for their silly and humorous pranks, had duped her. 'Those no-good pesky eight armed fiends!' Isabelle thought to herself.

But just as Isabelle was preparing to abandon mission, her foot hit the ground. It was the lowest point in Aquaria, and Isabelle could feel the tremendous amount of water pressure coming down on her suit. Her thingy-mabob warned her she had but 2 minutes at this depth, before she needed to ascend. 

Just then, Isabelle's light caught a refection. It was but a minor reflection, but still, something was glimmering in the space sand beneath her feet. Isabelle moved closer to it, lightly activating the jets on her feet and hands to move quickly, and reached down into the sand to grasp whatever it was. "A KEY! Investigative Journal: Key has been located," Isabelle called, as she tugged at it to no avail. "Key is resisting. Need to re-assess. And quickly. Pressure building."

Isabelle used her light to examine the key in more detail. The key was old, rusted in part, but clearly golden in color. It was a huge key, and weighed quite a bit. Isabelle could see that the key was ornately designed. "Key bears the same sigils and cryptic symbols of secret compartment in unicorn space pirate ship. It must be the one."

But the key was tangled up in what seemed to be seaweed or some sort. Isabelle activated her thingy-mabob's hot laser device to try and cut it out. As she did, she could hear the seaweed begin to groan. "Strange seaweed groaning at laser. Need to move quickly." Isabelle was beginning to get frightened, but pressed on. 

Just as Isabelle cut the last of the seaweed holding onto the key, freeing it - "GOT IT! Key in possession, returning to ship." - A mighty groan from beneath the sand belted out, and the sand underneath her began to shift. 

Isabelle was now very worried. "Activate mega boosters! Get me out of here!" Isabelle commanded her suit.

But her suit did not respond. Rather, it didn't respond well, sputtering and failing to activate. "Pressure appears to be compromising suit. Beginning to swim for it." Isabelle announced, moving her arms as quickly as possible. But it wasn't quickly enough. Underneath her, the sand shifted away to reveal The Great Seaweed Monster of Lore, its entangled arms made of weeds reaching out, and grasping Isabelle's left leg. It had her.

"Great Monster of Lore is real. It has me in its clutches!" Isabelle was now in a complete panic, fighting, grasping for anything, as the monster began to pull her down further and further into its clutches. "Rabbity!!!! HELLLLP!" Isabelle called, as the monster tore her suit open, water flowing up from the puncture in her leg through her suit. Isabelle could feel it spreading everywhere, climbing to her neck, as the monster pulled her deeper into its clutches.

Isabelle was too scared to look down as she felt the water climb to her neck. Isabelle knew she was going to be lost to Aquaria's depths forever.

Forever. 

**************

"MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

Isabelle was wailing. She shot up in her bed, panicked about the great breast that had her in its clutches. Only Isabelle was no longer on Aquaria, no longer in the grasp of the beast, no longer surrounded by water. It didn't matter though - Isabelle was still terrified, and she called out to her mom once more.

"MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

Jane came running into her daughter's room, concerned for her safety. It was utter relief to see that Isabelle was still in her bed, alone, simply crying.

"Sweetie what is it?!?!" Jane asked. Jane had her hypothesis - another wet bed - but needed to calm herself down before she was ready to deal with it. It was 4:00 AM - It was far too early to be up.

Isabelle jumped out of bed, running to her mom and hugging her. Jane immediately saw that neither Isabelle, Isabelle's pajamas, nor her daughter's sheets, looked wet. 'Huh. Well that is good news,' Jane thought to herself. It was only 4 AM -'It would have been pretty remarkable if Isabelle had completely soaked through her sweetnight only halfway through the night. Jane picked her daughter up, wrapping an arm under Isabelle's butt and held her tightly. "Maybe not, actually,' Jane thought, her arm coming into contact with an absolutely soaked sweetnight.

"I had a bad dream Mommy!" Isabelle explained, her heart beating strongly against Jane. 

'Well, that makes sense at least,' Jane thought. "Oh baby I'm so sorry. You're okay. Mommy is here. Mommy is here," Jane repeated, as she held Isabelle tightly for the better part of ten minutes, letting Isabelle calm down in her arms. Jane could have sworn at one point she felt Isabelle release her bladder a little into her sweetnight, the undergarments warming against her arm. 

After about ten minutes, Isabelle was starting to calm down. "How about you come into mommy's bed for the rest of the night sweetie? Does that sound good?" Jane knew Isabelle would say yes, and it didn't take more than a millisecond for her daughter to nod her head. "Why don't you go get Rabbity from the bed, and bring him too?" Jane proposed. Isabelle nodded once more and turned to her bed to go fetch her buddy.

Jane took the opportunity to open Isabelle's dresser and pull out a fresh sweetnight. Jane then took Isabelle's hand with her other, and led Isabelle into her bedroom. As soon as they were in, Isabelle released her mom's hand, waddling toward her bed and jumping onto it, pulling the cover back. "Hang on sweetie. Before you get in...let's get a fresh sweetnight on you. That one looked pretty full."

Isabelle paused for a moment. She had not realized it at first, but her sweetnight did feel pretty heavy, and her legs did feel forced apart more than normal. What was the harm in putting a fresh one on? They always felt great when they were dry. "Okay mommy," Isabelle whispered in response, before yawning and beginning to make her way off the bed. 

"You can stay there sweetie. Just lay back," Jane said. Isabelle wasn't sure what her mom meant, but obliged her, laying on her back. Isabelle felt her mom shift her nightgown up, before grasping the sides of her sweetnight. "Butt up sweetie.....that's a good girl," Jane whispered, as Isabelle complied, holding Rabbity to her chest. 

Jane lowered the sopping wet sweetnight off of her daughter's legs, before grabbing the fresh one and sliding it up. "One more time baby...butt up....That's a good girl," Jane remarked, as she slid Isabelle's sweetnight into place. "Now get under the covers, and I'll be right there," Jane said, taking her daughter's sweetnight with her to her bathroom, depositing it into the garbage. 'It's too late...or early, for all of this,' Jane thought, before returning to her bed, to see Isabelle tucked under it, already drifting off to sleep. 

Jane climbed in as well, feeling her daughter shift and snuggle up against her. 'Too late...' Jane thought again, '...but all worth it,' Jane thought, as she felt her daughter snuggled up against her, drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face. 

*******

Isabelle woke up the next morning, feeling her head rise and fall with her mom's breathing. She was laying against her mom's chest, her mom's arm wrapped around her. Isabelle didn't bother to open her eyes; she didn't want to. But she did need to pee. 

Isabelle didn't think on it too long, simply releasing her pee into her thirsty sweetnight. Isabelle could tell her sweetnight was already wet. She could feel it pressed up against her by her mom's leg. But Isabelle remembered that she changed into a fresh sweetnight when she came to her mom's room in the middle of the night. She knew it would be fine.

Isabelle laid against her mom as she peed into her sweetnight, feeling the warmth, the comfort of the swollen and swelling padding around her. As she did, she nuzzled her head further into her mom, feeling her mom's arms tightening around her as she did. 

Jane woke up as her daughter was peeing, feeling Isabelle's sweetnight expand against her leg. Isabelle seemed like she was still sleeping, but it still amazed Jane how much her daughter seemed to pee overnight. Jane let Isabelle finish, feeling as her daughter settled further onto her chest as she did. 'She really is comfortable in those..' Jane thought. As soon as Jane was convinced Isabelle was done, she worked her way up out of bed, waking her daughter as she did. 

The morning was nothing if not conventional. Jane was feeling tired from the adventures of the night, but seemingly not as tired as Isabelle looked. The two had breakfast together after getting dressed for the day, and made their way to the car on time so they could get to school. Jane kissed her daughter as she helped Isabelle out of the car, and watched as she skipped her way into school as though nothing had happened the night prior. 

Isabelle made her way to class quickly, wanting to be the first one there. Isabelle wanted to let Miss Jenny know that she still remembered the plan. Isabelle quickly dropped her ballet things off at her locker before making her way to class. As she walked into class, Isabelle saw two or three other kids were already in their seats. Isabelle knew she would have to be subtle about this.

"Good morning Miss Jenny," Isabelle announced loud enough that everyone could hear. "Don't worry. I KNOW." Isabelle said, winking to Miss Jenny. 'Well done Isabelle. Very subtle.'

Isabelle made her way to her seat as her classmates looked at her strangely. Miss Jenny stifled a giggle, returning Isabelle's good wishes with a good morning of her own.

Morning class with Miss Jenny focused on reading again. Fortunately for tired little Isabelle, it would not be her turn to read until next Monday, so she said quietly as a boy named Derek read through a chapter of Cam Jansen. Isabelle was not sure if it was because she was tired or something else, but the words on the page of her book all looked fuzzy to her as Derek read, and she was struggling to read alongside him as she normally did. 'It feel like the letters are all bouncing around...none of these are words.' Isabelle decided. 

Where Isabelle did succeed, however, was in helping her fellow classmate. Miss Jenny tapped Isabelle's desk twice on two separate occasions. Isabelle loudly asked each time to go to the bathroom, making her way to the same stall and peeing each time. Isabelle even found the first time she had to poop when she sat down. Curiously, no student followed her in either time. 'That poor boy or girl must really be struggling.'

Isabelle was happy to see that Charlotte was back in school that day. Just as the lunch bell rang, Charlotte made her way over to Isabelle's desk with another surprise. 

"Where were you yesterday Charlotte?" Isabelle asked, fighting off yet another yawn that morning. 

"Oh I wasn't feeling so good so my mom and dad kept me home yesterday," Charlotte explained, as all the other students made their way out of the class. "But I wanted to give you something," Charlotte said, handing Isabelle a sealed letter. "It's for your mom. Its a birthday invitation. It's my birthday on Sunday. I hope you can come!" Charlotte said.

Isabelle smiled. It felt great to be included. It had been god knows how long since she had seen Lola, or Dani, or even Mel. She missed having friends, and Charlotte seemingly wanted to be hers. "Thanks Char..lie. I'll give it to my mom- " Isabelle cut herself off before saying another syllable. 

"Great!" Charlotte responded. "Let's go to the library again and read!" And so Isabelle and Charlotte raced off to the cafeteria, picking up cold sandwiches, before going to the same desk in the library to eat together. 

Lunch passed by pretty quickly. The girls had to wait in line to even get into the cafeteria. And, once they had their sandwiches, Charlotte was stopped by the other girls in the class to talk quickly. No one seemed to want to talk to Isabelle, which made her feel a little badly. After saying goodbye, and after getting stopped by Mister Sir Eugene for a minutes, lunch was practically half over by the time they sat down and ate. 

Charlotte picked up where she left off in the Emerald Chronicle book. 'She's racing through it,' Isabelle noted. 'I'll have to give her the second book soon,' Isabelle thought, as she opened up her own space book to continue reading.

Isabelle, however, was confronted with the same problem as she ran into that morning; she was having tremendous trouble reading the words on the pages. These words seemed even harder than the Cam Jansen book earlier in the day. 'But this is more important,' Isbaelle told herself. 'Need to figure out why this is....' Isabelle let a yawn loose. '....happening to me. Need to get back to my friends....'

Chapter 4: Astronauts - Heroes, Explorers, Adventurers!

Have you ever dreamed of exploring the vast wonders of space? Well, astronauts are the brave and adventurous individuals who get to do just that! They are the heroes who travel beyond Earth's....

....something. 'That word is too hard.' 

to discover new things and learn more about our universe. Let's take a closer look at what it means to be an astronaut.

Astronauts come from all walks of life. They can be men or women, and they can be from different countries. Some astronauts start their journey as scientists or engineers, while others may have been pilots or doctors. The most important thing is that they are highly trained and have a passion for space exploration.

'Like me! I am a girl! And I have a passion for space exploring.' It took Isabelle two or three attempts to read that paragraph, but she moved on.

Training to be an Astronaut: Becoming an astronaut is no easy task. Astronauts undergo many years of training to prepare themselves for the challenges of space travel. They learn about space science, how to live and work in zero gravity, and even how to fix things in space.

'I am going to be ready in a few weeks! Forget about years!'

Life in Space: Living in space is very different from life on Earth. Astronauts sleep in special sleeping bags that keep them in place. They eat special space food, which comes in packages and has to be made bigger with water! Astronauts even have to use a special toilet to go to the bathroom! And I bet that you didn't know it, but Astronauts even wear a special kind of diaper when they are taking off into space!

......'Special diapers? I didn't know that astronauts had to wear diapers......' Isabelle thought that was the most curious thing. 'Astronauts just seem so grown up....' Isabelle read, and re-read that portion, just to make sure she was understanding it correctly. It seemed she was. 'That's pretty silly!' 

Exploring and Discovering

Astronauts get to explore and discover amazing things in space. They can conduct experiments to learn more about how our bodies react to living in space or how plants grow in zero gravity. They can also take breathtaking pictures of Earth from space, showing us just how beautiful our planet is.

'Just like me! I'm growing a plant!'

Conclusion

Astronauts are brave adventurers who explore the wonders of space. Who knows? Maybe one day, you could become an astronaut too and embark on an incredible journey to the stars!

Isabelle closed the book, pleased with having struggled through it. 'I will become an astronaut! I already am!'

*****

Isabelle took deep breaths, working hard to slow her heart rate down after dance class. Miss Amber had them do quite the program that afternoon. The students all worked together to do a routine through center work with transitions, building on the work they had done all week. "You'll all be presenting this performance on Friday afternoon, so keep working at it." Miss Amber was a great teacher, but she was certainly tough! 

Isabelle was pretty proud of her ability to work through the routine, even if it was tough. Still, she was excelling, and clearly one of the better dancers in the class. Isabelle continued to work with Miss Amber, leaving the classroom so that Miss Amber could focus on other students. Isabelle took her time in the bathroom each time Miss Amber tapped on it. Interestingly, it worked out - Isabelle did in fact have to pee each time she went!

Isabelle went through her post-dance routine, waiting for the second round of showers. She was proud, as she undressed, noticing that she hadn't had any accidents for the second day in a row. Isabelle smiled at herself, before making her way to the showers, and rinsing off after her dance practice.

Isabelle quickly got dressed, again opting to wear her ballet slippers out to meet her mom, who was waiting to sign her out of school at the front. "Hi sweetheart!" Jane said, greeting her daughter as Isabelle ran into her mom for a hug. "Did you have a good day?" Isabelle nodded, and the two walked about together at Jane waved goodbye to Miss Amber, who was working the checkouts that day. 

"Mommy," Isabelle called to her mom as they walked out of the school together. "I stayed completely dry today! No accidents!" Jane could hear the enthusiasm from her daughter. 

"That's great sweetheart!" Jane said, happy that Isabelle remembered to tell her today. "I'm really proud of you." Jane helped Isabelle into the backseat of the car, closing the door behind her. Jane put Isabelle's bags in the trunk, before making her way to the driver's seat. As she climbed in, Jane could see Isabelle's head drooping against the dooor. 'Poor girl is exhausted,' Jane remarked to herself. Jane started the car, and drove in silence, letting little Isabelle rest in the back seat. 

By the time Jane pulled into the driveway of their house, Isabelle was sound asleep in the back of the car. Rather than wake her, Jane simply got out, going over to Isabelle's side of the car, and opened the door, lifting her daughter up, on to her hip. Isabelle didn't wake up, but wrapped her arms around her mom's neck, laying her head on Jane's shoulder. Jane couldn't help but notice, as she strung her arm under her daughter's butt, that Isabelle's undies were quite warm, and a little swollen. 'She must have had an accident in the car...oh dear,' Jane thought, as she carried Isabelle up the stairs into the house.  

Jane walked Isabelle up to her bedroom, opening the door, and laying Isabelle down on her bed. Jane slipped her hand under her daughter's dress, and pressed her hand against Isabelle's undies, assessing whether or not she could keep them on. 'These are pretty wet,' Jane concluded. 'I'd rather not leave her like this, the way she's been wetting in her sleep.'

Jane went over to Isabelle's dresser, pulling out a sweetnight. 'Running low. I'll need to get more this weekend,' Jane thought, as she carried the sweetnight over to her daughter. Jane gently removed Isabelle's slippers, before reaching her hands up and pulling Isabelle's wet undies off. "shhhhhhhh shhh shhhhh sweetie. It's okay...." Jane whispered, as she slide the undies down her legs, Isabelle lifting her butt as she felt her mom do so. Jane repeated the process when putting Isabelle's goodnight on, her daughter cooperating in her sleep once more.

Jane left Isabelle's bedroom, leaving the door ajar. 'I'll let her nap while I go get dinner ready,' Jane decided, as she picked up her phone and called Jess. "Hey Jess! How are you..............yup. She's actually napping now. Poor girl had quite the night........Yup.......Hmmm hmmm....yah again.......Oh that's great!.....Don't be silly......I'm so glad you're going to join us.......Yup......Yup... Well......errr kind of ya. I'll show you before....it is kind of sexy......JESSS.....okay...and the kids? ....Oh that's exciting! Isabelle will be so excited to hear about it. Where did you find out about her?.............................Oh so they already know each other! Great!.......Uh huh......yah, there's just one or two things she should probably know about, but well come over together on Friday to discuss. Sounds good. See you then...uh huh....bye!"

****

Isabelle woke up from her nap, feeling groggy. Isabelle could feel that her undies were wet underneath her as she sat up, feeling sad about it. 'Mom was so proud that I stayed dry all day.' Only, Isabelle thought her undies felt different. They were thicker than normal, even in their swollen state. 'These feel like my sweetnights,' Isabelle thought, as she hiked her dress up. Isabelle was shocked to confirm that she was, in fact, wearing her sweetnight. 'When did that happen....' Isabelle wondered, without a clue.

Isabelle saw no reason to change, and made her way, disoriented from her nap downstairs. "Hi Sweetie. How was your little nap? Are you feeling better?" 

Isabelle nodded, before asking her mom "what's for dinner mom? I'm feeling kind of hungry." Isabelle had thought there was something else she wanted to ask her mom, but if there had been, she had forgotten it completely. 

"Come sweetie. I made some yummy grilled cheeses," Jane said, as she handed Isabelle a plate with her grilled cheese already cut for her in triangles. "Let's eat and then get ready for bed. You need an early night tonight."

Isabelle didn't mind having an early bedtime tonight. She was tired. Today had been a long day, and all she wanted now was to think about her grilled cheese, laugh and smile with her mom, and get back into bed. Isabelle took a seat at the counter, feeling the warm squish of her sweetnight underneath her, and smiling - everything felt right. Everything felt perfect.

[BabySofia]

Well when she runs out of 'Sweet Nights' I have a feeling at the very least real Pull-Ups are coming... but it might just be time for some regular diapers? 😉

Thanks for the regular updates! 🙂

[Kahlez]

So the last one looks a bit weird and maybe I only noticed the missing e after quoting it...

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

Isabelle started to make her wat to her bed

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

fresh one on? they always felt

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

the Silly Squid clan in nearby Kelp Forest, the key was protected by a great beast. Isabelle wouldn't be deterred, however.
Isabell pulled the hatch to her ship's cargo hold open, descending to the planet's surface.

Once again, Isabelle went through her pre-exploration confirming she had all of her supplies. 'Mommy packed me

So with that out the way, I think Isabelle had watched some Inspector Gadget, given her dreams. Not that I could blame her. 

Isabelle seemed a bit too tired for it to be normal and adding her new reading problems it seems she barely held on to her 8 years.. for now at least. I have to agree with BabySofia here I dont think the Sweet Night Solution wont really work anymore. 

I am actually a bit curious if Isabelle still believes she will be babysitting on Friday and who exactly the real sitter will be. Also will she even be 8 years on Friday given her progress with the regression maybe not.

 

[FloridaKid]

Was terribly busy and missed a day, but happily found two chapters waiting for me. 🙂

I love the detail you’ve brought to Isabelle’s dreams and the connection to astronaut undergarments. That should make her transition to diapers a little smoother or at least easier to rationalize. Although this story reads like a slow burn, Isabelle has lost ten years in a very short span of “actual” time. I’m truly curious to see just how far her regression will go. This is really an adorable story and I like how invested you are in building characters with some depth.

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 37

Isabelle didn't sleep well at all that night. She had no recollection of her dreams, but they were not good. In fact, Isabelle woke up repeatedly, fearing that she would find herself back on Aquaria, being pulled down by the monster that had discovered her. 'Will I ever make it out?' Isabelle wondered, secure in her bedroom at home, under a canopy of lights. 'Will I ever find out what's in the chest?' 

When the morning light finally broke though her window, Isabelle was already up, focused on her dreams, the new information she had learned from her book, and of course, planning a way to try and get back to her normal self. 'There's nothing I can accomplish from bed,' Isabelle decided, lifting herself up, and carrying Rabbity with her out of her room. 'It's too early to wake mom up,' Isabelle decided, opting instead to go to the basement to watch TV.

Isabelle shifted her legs forward, one at a time, as she hauled her body, weighed down by her sodden sweetnight, and Rabbity down the first set of stairs, before stepping onto the creaky top step of the basement stairs and descending. Isabelle made her way down the remaining stairs, before hopping up on the couch, and turning the TV on. Isabelle navigated the channels, finding precisely what she was looking for; Rover-Roo.

Isabelle felt she needed inspiration that morning. She felt like she was making ground, finally, on the verge of discovering more about space and wormholes. Isabelle needed to see how experts investigated and arrived at their conclusions, so she could be confident in doing so herself. 'Who better to watch than Rover-Roo and the Cluefinders?' Isabelle thought. 'No one. That's who!' 

Isabelle felt herself getting lost in the TV show, laughing, gasping, and smiling along as the cluefinders solved mystery after mystery. Isabelle laid her head down on a pillow, finding herself drifting off slightly, but still watching her show. Isabelle wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point, her thumb had made its way toward her mouth, and then into it, as she settled further down on the couch, laying her body sideways with her head on a pillow. Her nightgown had ridden up her legs, not that she realized, exposing her sodden sweetnight to anyone who would walk down. 

It was about halfway through the second episode of Rover-Roo that Isabelle felt the need to pee come on. Isabelle didn't hesitate, releasing her pee seamlessly into her sweetnight, feeling the warmth of it spread out from her crotch, around her bum, and all through her sweetnight. Isabelle felt as the little remaining dry and thirsty padding absorbed her pee up with no problem, before sighing and returning her full attention back to her show. Isabelle felt her sweetnight droop further and heavier against her leg, its capacity maximized with her latest deposit. Isabelle unwittingly continued to suck at her thumb and watch her show. 

As her third episode of Rover-Roo was starting, Isabelle heard some noise from the top of the staircase. Figuring it was her mother, Isabelle didn't divert her attention, keeping her focus on the TV. 

Jane emerged downstairs to an adorable sight; Isabelle was on the couch, sucking her thumb and watching television like she used to; Isabelle had her head laid down and propped up by a pillow, her eyes completely focused on her cartoons. From her angle, Jane could see a very yellowed and soggy sweetnight. 'It's remarkable it hasn't burst,' Jane thought, starring up the underside of her daughter's nightgown. Isabelle didn't even turn to look at Jane - it was unclear to Jane if Isabelle even knew she was there.

Jane made her way over to her daughter, shifting Isabelle's feet and lifting them on to her lap. Jane figured there was no reason to warn Isabelle, being there and all, and gently reached over to press her hand against her daughter's sweetnight. 'Just as I suspected...' Jane thought. Isabelle's sweetnight was not only full, but it was very clear that it had recently been wet. 'This isn't from overnight....she did this while she was awake,' Jane concluded. Jane knew she was taking the correct precautions, especially after finding Isabelle's panties wet again the night prior. 'It's just a precaution,' Jane reminded herself.

Jane shifted her hand, tracing her way along the bottom of Isabelle's sweetnight and up her bum, noting how the wetness had spread all the way to the back. Jane continued, moving her hand up Isabelle's back and rubbing it. Jane's hand caused Isabelle's nightgown to shift even higher up her body, making her wet soaked sweetnight even more visible. Jane couldn't believe, as she starred at the front of it, how wet it was. Isabelle was unphased by her mom's touch, if anything embracing it. It didn't seem to Jane like the girl knew one bit how wet she was.

"Let's go get ready for the day sweetie. That's enough TV." Jane said, as she took the remote and turned the TV off. Isabelle squealed a protest, but Jane but a swift end to that before it started. "No No. No whining," Jane said, as she pulled her daughter's hand, and thumb out of her mouth. "Let's get up. Come on!" Jane said, getting a little louder, and helping Isabelle to her feet. Before releasing Isabelle, Jane spun her around, kissing her on the forehead. "One more thing first," Jane said, lifting her daughter's nightgown up completely and pulling down the sides of her sweetnight. Isabelle didn't resist.

"Okay sweetie. Go upstairs and get dressed. I'll get your breakfast ready, after I throw this out." Isabelle nodded, and sheepishly made her way back upstairs. 

****

Isabelle jumped out of the car, and waved goodbye to her mom. The morning had passed pretty quick. Isabelle ate her breakfast as her mom chatted on the phone a little bit. After that, Jane told Isabelle that 'I need to run some errands after work today, so you'll need to go to the library after dance for a little, okay sweetie?"

Isabelle protested "Can't I come with you mommmmmm?" Isabelle was feeling tired, and needy that morning. She wanted company, and didn't mind going to the store with her mom.

'It might actually make things easier,' Jane thought. 'But it's out of the way..' It didn't make any sense to go to the school first, and then all the way back to the discount pharmacy. Jane knew her coupons only had 2 more days to them. "Sorry baby. I'll have to get you after. Its out of the way." Jane could see the disappointment spread on Isabelle's face.

Jane had some ammo to cheer her up though. "But look. I opened your birthday invitation from Charlotte. It looks like you're going to be going bowling on Sunday! Doesn't that sound like fun! And look, moms are invited! I haven't gone bowling in a long time. I am excited to go with you!" Jane said, as she watched the smile return to her daughter's face. After that - and after being reminded to pee again - Isabelle was off with her mom to Higgins.

Isabelle made her way into class after dropping her ballet things off once again. Miss Jenny welcomed her with a thumbs up, before greeting the whole class with a big smile!

"Good morning, my wonderful students!" Miss Jenny called from the front of the classroom. "Can you believe that Halloween is just around the corner? Today, we're going to learn all about the fascinating traditions and stories that make this holiday so special."

Isabelle hadn't realized that Halloween was pretty close. She hadn't even though about what she wanted to be this year! 'What was I last year......?' Isabelle wondered, getting distracted in her thoughts. For the life of her, no matter how hard Isabelle thought, she couldn't remember thought. 'Was I maybe a......cat or something?'

As Isabelle got lost in her thoughts, the other kids in the class were getting more focused on Miss Jenny's lesson, leaning forward in their chairs, excited for the day's lesson, and eager to discover more about Halloween. 

Miss Jenny started by telling them about the origins of the holiday, explaining that Halloween had ancient roots in a Celtic festival called Samhain. Isabelle thought that "Samhain" was a funny sounding word. As Miss Jenny wrote it down on the board, Isabelle thought it was spelled really strangely too. Isabelle tried sounding the letters out, but it didn't make any sense. 

Miss Jenny went on to described how people believed that on Halloween night, the boundary between the living and the spirit world was thin, allowing spirits to walk among them. Miss Jenny explained that dressing up in costumes on on Halloween was a way to disguise oneself from mischievous spirits. That way, the spirits who came into the world wouldn't think to scare the kids. 

Miss Jenny went around the class to distribute papers for writing. Miss Jenny explained that the goal of their assignment was to come up with a costume idea, and write about why it would trick the spirits into leaving them along. She encouraged the kids to work together if they wanted, to share their costume ideas and, together, they could brainstorm creative and imaginative outfits. As Miss Jenny passed Isabelle's desk, she gently tapped it to remind her to go to the bathroom. 

Isabelle, however, was too distracted by the assignment to pay attention to any tapping. When Miss Jenny saw that Isabelle didn't respond, Miss Jenny returned back to Isabelle's desk, lowering herself and whispering 'are you sure you don't want to see if you can help the other student out?'

Isabelle realized that she must have missed the signal. But Isabelle didn't want to leave class. She wanted to write about her costume ideas. "Not now Miss Jenny. I'll go in a bit. I wanna get my ideas down first. They are exploding out of my head!"

Miss Jenny laughed, figuring the girl could probably wait a little longer. Miss Jenny returned to her desk, watching clusters of kids get together to work on the assignment, and offering help to anyone who needed it. 

The classroom buzzed with excitement as the students enthusiastically shared their ideas. One student wanted to be a courageous superhero, while another dreamt of transforming into a mystical unicorn. Miss Jenny listened attentively as the kids approached her in groups, and applauded their creativity.

Isabelle, however, was the only student that remained alone. She didn't appear to find any friends to work with, Miss Jenny noticed. Moreover, Miss Jenny could see that Isabelle was squirming pretty bad in her seat. Miss Jenny made her way over quickly to Isabelle, this time being a little more insistent. "Isabelle," Miss Jenny whispered, "I need you to ask to go to the bathroom now, so that other student goes. It looks like they really need to."

Isabelle had been too distracted by her drawing to notice that, in fact, she actually needed to go to the bathroom. Badly. There was no point in explaining the difference to Miss Jenny. Instead, Isabelle simply shot her hand up and asked to be excused. Miss Jenny granted Isabelle permission, and watched as the little girl moved as quickly as she could out of the classroom. 'I sure hope she makes it,' Miss Jenny thought, before turning her attention to some other students. 

Isabelle was moving quickly through the halls. 'How on earth did I not realize I needed to go?!' Isabelle asked herself. She had been having too much fun, planning her astronaut investigator costume, and got distracted thinking about a story where she worked with the spirits to solve the mystery of all the parents in the town having been turned into giant pigs. Isabelle decided she was going to call it "Phantomed Away!" Even though a lot of the spirits she was drawing were spooky looking, some of them seemed kind of friendly. 

Isabelle was on the verge of bursting, as a result though. It was going to be close. Isabelle rounded a corner and made her way toward the girls' bathroom door. Shifting her legs, and pressing them together, Isabelle pressed forward. Isabelle was within reach of the door to the bathroom...

...when it happened. 

Isabelle felt her bladder start to release into her undies. Isabelle retracted her hand and arm, which was mere inches from the door to the bathroom, and pulled it back to her side. Isabelle could have, if she wanted to, pressed her hand against her crotch. She could have clenched her bladder. She could have run into the bathroom and tried to get as most of her pee into the toilet. She could have done anything beyond what she did do.

She did nothing.

Isabelle simply stood, in front of the bathroom, and kept peeing. In fact, Isabelle released all effort she had made to hold it at that point, letting the full tank of her bladder empty into her undies.

Isabelle got lucky. She couldn't appreciate how lucky she was, however, in the moment. Whether she still had the capacity to appreciate how lucky she got, was, debatable. But as the stream of pee slowed down, her undies managed to just absorb it all, a single drop of her pee falling underneath her to the floor from her dress. 

Isabelle knew she couldn't sit on her undies. That, even Isabelle knew, as she felt the warm weight of them against her thighs, would result in her pee exploding out from them. She had to come up with a plan. But what could see do? 'I could just take them off.....' Isabelle thought. 'BUT WAIT!'

It occurred to her just as the bathroom door opened. She had an extra pair of undies in her ballet locker. Isabelle would have made her way there, but for the fact that she was confronted with a new problem; Miss Amber was starring at her. "Hi Isabelle. Do you need to go in? Go ahead!" Miss Amber said, holding the door open for her.

Isabelle went beet red. 'I NEEDED to go in...I don't anymore....' Isabelle thought to herself. "ummmmmmmmm...ummmmm.....no....I uh....... I don't have to anymore........' Isabelle wasn't sure why she said that. But Miss Amber would not likely suspect anything. She didn't know about Isabelle's special undies.

Miss Amber, however, did. And Miss Amber knew the look of a girl who had an accident; it was the exact look Isabelle was giving her now. Fortunately, Miss Amber had also spoken to Jane, and to Miss Jenny, and the three had planned for this. Just in case of course.

"It's okay Belly. Why don't we go to the locker rooms and get cleaned up? How does that sound?"

Isabelle wasn't sure what was going on. 'Does Miss Amber know? I was going to the locker rooms anyway! Why did she say clean up? I don't understand??'

Miss Amber could see the poor girl was getting redder and redder, and her eyes beginning to gloss. 'I need to help the poor girl preserve her dignity,' Miss Amber thought. Miss Amber reached her hand out, taking Isabelle's, before saying "I need to go the locker room anyway. You wouldn't believe it Isabelle! The sinks in this bathroom don't work, and I couldn't wash my hands. Like I said, well go together!"

Isabelle's demeanor changed entirely. 'OHHHHH that makes sense. She doesn't know! She just needs to wash her hands. I'll just be really sneaky about changing,' Isabelle thought. "Okay Miss Amber!" Isabelle responded with renewed enthusiasm. "Let's go!" Miss Amber wouldn't need to know a thing.

Isabelle took Miss Amber's hand, and the two made their way further from Isabelle's class and into the locker room. When they walked in, Miss Amber announced that she was "going to wash my hands for 2 FULL minutes."

'Miss Amber has no idea how easy she's making this for me...she'll never know," Isabelle thought. It was all Isabelle could do to practically stop herself from laughing so hard. As Miss Amber made her way to the sinks, Isabelle quickly went to her locker, opening it up, and unzipping her ballet bag. Isabelle peered around the corner once more. Seeing that Miss Amber was out of sight, Isabelle pulled her undies off, pulling them around her sneakers, and hiding them in the locket. Isabelle took her clean undies, and quickly slipped them up her legs. "Nice!" Isabelle exclaimed to herself, before she realized she was speaking out loud.

Isabelle realized she needed an excuse for coming though. Seeing an opportunity, Isabelle kicked off her shoes and socks, putting on her thin sockettes before pulling her ballet slippers on. If Miss Amber asked, Isabelle would just say her shoes were uncomfortable, and that was why she came. 'Why else would I need to?'

Miss Amber returned, asking no questions at all. It was almost as if she knew exactly why Isabelle needed to come. But Isabelle didn't know. 'And she doesn't need to know,' Miss Amber thought. "Let's get you back to class."

Isabelle walked back into class, and headed to her seat. Miss Amber signaled Miss Jenny for a minute, and the two spoke at the door while Isabelle returned to her assignment, unaware of whatever her teachers were discussing. Miss Jenny then returned, closing the door behind her, and proceeding with the rest of class.

To add to the Halloween spirit, Miss Jenny had prepared a spooky story for her class. She dimmed the lights, lit a few candles, and began to narrate a tale of friendly ghosts, talking pumpkins, and magical adventures. The children's eyes grew wide with wonder as they immersed themselves in the whimsical world of the story. Isabelle herself was having a blast, though some parts of the stories were too scary for her liking. 

To conclude the lesson, Miss Jenny explained the tradition of trick-or-treating. She emphasized the importance of being safe, staying with an adult, and showing gratitude when receiving treats from neighbors. "That's it for today. Everyone off to lunch," Miss Jenny announced, as Isabelle made her way up and out of class, feeling proud of getting away with her little accident. 

******

Isabelle stretched out in dance class, working on her calves and ankles to ensure that she was ready for the days practice. Lunch had been terribly lonely. Charlotte didn't want to go to the library that day, so Isabelle followed her in the cafeteria, first in line, and then sitting at the table with her. Isabelle wasn't spoken to, and didn't speak once, the entire lunch period. Isabelle felt reminded of how alone she was. Sure, Charlotte was nice. But none of the other girls seemed to like her. She missed Lola. She missed Dani. She missed Mel. 

Isabelle left lunch early to go the locker rooms. She hated the feeling of being alone, and sitting at the end of the lunch table, ignored, was just a reminder of how awful it was. Isabelle was growing worried about Charlotte's birthday. 'Would anyone even talk to me?' But at least her mom would be there. 

As Isabelle stretched out, she felt a presence over her shoulder. It was Miss Amber. "Hi Belly! Nice seeing you again. Are you ready to dance?" Isabelle nodded. Dancing seemed to be the only good parts of her days anymore. "Great!" Miss Amber answered. "I am just reminding everyone to go to the bathroom before class starts - the first part of class is going to be really important. Why don't you set a good example and head in first?"

Isabelle pondered the request, before shrugging and obliging. Isabelle liked being a good helper. In any event, the sodas she had at lunch were beginning to weigh on her, she realized as she stood up. 'Peeing is probably not the worst idea!'

Isabelle went back to the locker room to pee. Isabelle saw that a lot of the girls were about to leave, so decided to be helpful. "Miss Amber just wanted everyone to know that there wont be bathroom breaks for a while, so to go now!" Isabelle expected that she might receive thanks from her dance mates - but they just looked at her awkwardly, passing her and heading to class. Fortunately one voice made her feel better

"That's a good idea," Isabelle heard Cassie say, before the two of them went to stalls to pee. Isabelle actually realized she needed to poop, and so took a little longer than Cassie, returning to the studio shortly after her. 'At least Cassie was smart enough to listen,' Isabelle thought. 

Isabelle returned to the class to find that Miss Amber had already started the warmup. Isabelle took her place along the barre with the others, joining in with her dance mates as Miss Amber led them through the warmup routine. With each plié and tendu, Isabelle felt more like herself, embracing the artistry of the ballet and preparing herself for the upcoming challenge that was always Miss Amber's class.

Once warmed up, Miss Amber gathered the students in the center of the studio. Miss Amber reiterated that the students would each be performing the next day, and explained the importance of proper alignment, balance, and spotting when it came to pirouettes. With patience and precision, Miss Amber guided the students through the mechanics of turning, emphasizing the need for core strength and controlled movements.

As the students practiced their pirouettes, Miss Amber provided individual feedback, gently correcting their postures and reminding them to find their center. She stressed the significance of maintaining a calm focus and trusting their bodies to execute the turns flawlessly. As Miss Amber passed by Isabelle, she tapped her on the shoulder twice, catching her attention, and using her head to suggest Isabelle leave the class briefly. Isabelle complied, taking the time to go to the bathroom and pee before returning.

Isabelle returned in time to practice a few more pirouettes off barre. "Very nicely done Isabelle.' Isabelle felt good about herself, getting positive feedback. After honing their pirouettes, Miss Amber moved on to petit allegro, the lively and energetic section of ballet. She demonstrated quick and intricate footwork, encouraging her students to infuse each step with energy and enthusiasm. With delicate jumps and precise beats, the students leaped across the studio, their movements synchronized and filled with joy. Once more, however, Miss Amber indicated to Isabelle to leave class, so she could help some of the weaker students. Isabelle left, and repeated her normal routine.

Throughout the class, Miss Amber not only focused on technical aspects but also emphasized the artistry and expression in each movement. She encouraged her students to tell a story through their dance, to let their emotions guide their steps and make every turn and jump come alive. "I'll be looking for all of these things tomorrow," Miss Ambert announced, as the bell signaling the day was over rang overhead. "Please be on time tomorrow. I expect you all to bring your very best attitude and support your classmates!"

****

Isabelle found herself a seat in the library, content to relax after a grueling dance practice. Isabelle took her time in the locker rooms after, knowing her mom was going to be later to pick her up. But now, she had spare time, and so checked herself into the library with Eugene, finding a table to sit at and continue her research.

Isabelle stretched her legs out under the table. Much like prior days that week, Isabelle had opted to keep her ballet slippers on after dance. Comfortable, Isabelle pulled her space book out, determined to find material more on point for her theories. 'There has got to be something here about wormholes.... GOT IT!' Isabelle nearly shouted with excitement.

Chapter 13: Womholes - Space Tunnels?

Have you ever wondered if there are secret shortcuts in space that can take you to faraway places in the blink of an eye? Well, get ready to learn about wormholes - fascinating space tunnels that could make traveling across the universe much faster! Let's dive into the mysterious world of wormholes.

Imagine a wormhole as a cosmic tunnel connecting two different places in space. It's like having a secret passage that lets you travel from one side of the universe to another without taking a long, long journey. Scientists believe that wormholes might exist, but they are still trying to learn more about them.

'Okay....' Isabelle did her best to understand what she was reading, but it was challenging. She had to read the introduction passage a few times just to get a basic understanding. 'But this seems to suggest that wormholes are just like tunnels. There's nothing here about changing to the world.....only moving to other places. I need to continue.'

Wormholes are like tubes in space, but they are not made of metal or any physical material. Instead, they are like invisible connections, almost like bridges between distant parts of the universe. Scientists think that wormholes might look like swirling tunnels, kind of like a colorful vortex in a science fiction movie.

'This isn't helpful either.......' Isabelle was growing concerned. Was her theory all for nothing?'

Scientists have been studying wormholes and their incredible potential. They imagine a future where spacecraft could use wormholes to travel vast distances in the universe. It would be like hopping from one end of the universe to another in an instant, just like magic!

However, there's still much more to learn about wormholes. Scientists are trying to figure out if wormholes truly exist and if they can be stable and safe for travel. It's a big mystery that scientists are excited to unravel.

'Okay....' Isabelle thought. 'So there is still a lot to learn. It could be that everything happening to me is because of a wormhole...' Isabelle continued reading.

A Friendly Reminder! While wormholes sound exciting, it's essential to remember that we still have much to discover about them. One thing we are confident in, however, is there are no wormholes that will change reality - Simply put a wormhole is a way to move across space, not change the existing space. So you don't need to worry that you might go through a wormhole and turn into an octopus! 

Isabelle felt distraught. Her entire theory was defeated by the book. 'Can't change reality.......it says it right there.' Isabelle wasn't sure what felt worse; the fact that the space theory, which had become her favorite, was not real; that she was running out of theories all together, and had nothing more to seriously develop, or; that she was peeing in her undies as she sat at the table in the library. It was hard to decide. Isabelle just felt so... so......without direction. She felt so alone. She felt so... soo........

'WAIT! When did I start peeing?' Isabelle asked herself, as she continued to do so. Isabelle hadn't even realized she had started to, let along that she was continuing to do so, right in the chair, as she read her space book. Now Isabelle had one more thing to be worried about; 'mom is going to be disappointed in me...'

Fortunately, Isabelle's undies did their job and soaked her pee. Unfortunately, Isabelle spotted her mom walking toward her before she could come up with any plans to handle it. "Hi Sweetie! Ready to go?" 

The question felt loaded. Isabelle wasn't just ready to go. She was ready to be done. Feeling alone, sad, defeated, and wet, Isabelle just took her mom's hand, happy to be with her again. "Yes mommy....I'm ready to go." 

*****

Jane did her best to cheer Isabelle up on their drive home. Jane could tell Isabelle was bothered by something, so didn't wait for Isabelle to come forward with what Jane expected the problem to be. "Sweetie, did you have an accident," Jane asked Isabelle, as they walked out of the school together. 

There was no point in denying it; she had had an accident. Isabelle simply nodded. "It's okay baby," Jane said, as she lifted Isabelle into the car, setting her down on the seat, feeling her undies to confirm that she could wait until they got home. What Jane hadn't realized, until she went to put Isabelle's bag in the trunk, was that Isabelle had had two accidents; Isabelle's wet undies she left to school with displayed prominently at the top of her ballet bag.
 
'I hate that I have to do this for her, but we're going to try it out for a bit.' Jane was pleased she had stopped at the pharmacy on the way to pick Isabelle up. Unfortunately, they had only had a massive box. But with her coupons, it was basically half-off, and Jane could always give them to Jess once Isabelle got over this. But Isabelle needed more help. Her day time wetting had become too frequent, and Jane couldn't keep staying on top of Isabelle to pee all the time. 

Jane pulled into the driveway, before exiting the car and retrieving her daughter's things from the trunk. Jane also carried another package in a big bag, one that Isabelle couldn't quite see what was in it. Together, Isabelle and Jane walked into the house. Before Isabelle could do anything though, Jane spoke. "Sweetie, I want you to go upstairs to your room and wait for me, okay? Don't change out of your undies yet. I'll be right up."

Isabelle thought it was strange that her mom wanted her to stay in her wet undies, but she wasn't about to disobey her mom. "Okay mommy," Isabelle replied, before heading up the stairs. Jane took Isabelle's ballet bag to the foot of the basement stairs, setting it down, before returning to get her other package, and carrying to it up Isabelle's room.

When Jane walked in, she found Isabelle laying in the corner of the room, on her stomach, and playing with her dollhouse. Jane carried the bag over to Isabelle, and sat down on the floor with her daughter. "Sweetie, I need you to sit up for a minute. We need to talk, okay?"

Isabelle sat up, unsure of what the conversation was going to be about. As she adjusted herself on to her bum, Isabelle felt her wet undies press against her. They were rather uncomfortable, and Isabelle wanted to change out of them.

Jane stared at her daughter, and hesitated for a moment. This perfect, adorable girl was starring back at her with eyes like a doe. Jane was about to blindside the poor girl, but she knew she had no other option. Isabelle was such a sweet girl, and according to Miss Amber, she was doing wonderfully in class. But this problem had been going on for too long. 

Jane knew the problem was getting worse. Isabelle had already been wetting at night, and it seemed to be heavier and heavier. Not to mention, it seemed Isabelle was wetting her sweetnights earlier in the night and later into the mornings. But now, Isabelle was having too many daytime accidents; starting with dinner last week with Jess, and then again in the car; then again at the diner; again this morning while she was watching TV, and; now twice at school. 

'This would help,' Jane reminded herself. Miss Amber, Miss Jenny, and Jess all agreed. Isabelle's pediatrician agreed. Jane had called anyone, desperate for someone to tell her this was unnecessary. But all she received instead was confirmation that this was the right thing to do. 

Jane hesitated again, trying to find her words, before she started. Jane took her daughter's hands in her own, and looked Isabelle straight in the eye "Isabelle, I want you to know that mommy loves you very much. And all I ever want to do is help my little Belly. You know that, right?

Isabelle nodded. Of course she knew that. "Yes mommy. Why? Is something the matter?" Isabelle asked, genuinely curious.

Jane smiled, feeling pity for her daughter. Even now, it seemed, Isabelle was completely unaware that there was an issue. "Yes sweetie. There is a little problem we need to talk about. Mommy has noticed that you have been having a few accidents during the day. Is that true?"

Isabelle was not sure what the conversation was going to be about, but she wasn't ready for that. "NO!" Isabelle said the words before she could control herself. Then again. "Nuh-uh!" Isabelle felt angry, betrayed even. 'How dare mom accuse me of having accidents?!?! I had one! Well, two. Only today!' Isabelle's face started to turn sour. 

"Sweetie. Don't lie to mommy. You had two accidents today, didn't you? And what about the other night when we were out with Sam? And when you went for dinner with Jess? You've been having quite a few accidents, haven't you?" Jane wanted Isabelle to be part of the decision, but it seemed Isabelle was resisting her. 'This was never going to be easy..' 

Isabelle was appalled her mother would even bring those moments up. 'Those were freak accidents. One offs. They would never happen again.' Isabelle was getting madder, angrier. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't exactly combat or challenge her mom's fake statements.....She settled on the best argument she could come up with; "NO! NONONONONO!" Isabelle shouted, as she crossed her arms, and looked away from her mom. 

Jane sighed, reaching out with her left arm and turning her daughter's face back toward her. "Isabelle. Accidents are a natural part of learning, and growing up. It's okay if we need a little extra help sometimes. And that's all mommy wants to talk about - help. It's okay to ask for help sometimes, isn't it?"

Isabelle took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. 'I suppose that statement is agreeable.' Isabelle moved her head, just barely, up and down. 'That's all mom is getting out of me though.'

Jane viewed the head nod as substantial progress. "See? Mommy asks for help when she needs it too. And Miss Amber was telling me how you were helping other students out...I think someone named Cassie...with her dancing? Its okay to ask for help when you need it.

Isabelle looked back up at her mom, but kept her arms crossed. 'Well.....mom does make a decent point. I help people sometimes.' Isabelle decided that her mom was entitled to another nod, maybe just a bit bigger than last time. But she was NOT uncrossing her arms.

"See sweetie! So why don't we just talk about helping you, with your daytime accidents. That's all mommy wants to talk about. And I think I came up with a pretty good solution. Lots of people use these to help out sweetie," Jane said, as she reached into her bag and pulled out one of the boxes. "Let's talk about these sweetie. Let's talk about using pullups."

Isabelle was shocked. Not by what her mom was saying, but by the raw size of the bag her mom had pulled out. Isabelle could tell her mom was carrying a massive bag from the outside, but Isabelle figured it had loads of things in it. Now, the bag only had one thing left inside; her mom was holding the other. 

Isabelle was also shocked by her mom's proposal. Isabelle decided to reiterate her strong, unbeatable argument: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It was working, Isabelle knew it. But she decided to shore it up with some follow up arguments. Her mother would be defeated in short order! "Those are for babies. I'm a big kid mom. I don't....NO!" Isabelle cried, tears beginning to come out of her eyes.

Jane would not tolerate being shouted at, but knew it was no time to lose her cool. Calmly,  Jane responded. "Sweetie. I know you're upset. But you cannot yell at mommy. And we're going to try these sweetie. Its going to be great, I promise." Jane knew she would have to make a better sell than that.

Jane explained gently, "Pullups are just like underwear, just like the super cool undies you're already wearing. There is absolutely no difference sweetie, at all. We can even call them undies!"

Isabelle continued to cry, moaning the word "no" over and over through her tears. It was breaking Jane's heart, but she knew they were almost done ripping the band-aid off. 

"Sweetie! All these pullups are going to do is help catch any accidents during the day. They're just a little better at catching than your undies are. It seems silly to not use the best catcher when they are right here, doesn't it?"

Isabelle sniffled. She wasn't going to answer her mom. But her mom made the same point Rabbity would make on their space voyages; 'You always go exploring with the best equipment! Never settle for less. Only Rabbity-made gear puts you in the clear!' Isabelle always liked Rabbity's slogan....and having the best equipment DID help Isabelle on more than one planet exploration....

"Look," Jane continued, opening the box and pulling one of the pullups out to show Isabelle. "They're designed to be easy for you to pull up and down all by yourself, just like big girl underwear. They'll keep you dry and comfortable while your body continues to learn. And look at these AMAZING designs!! They have such better ones than those old undies! These ones have the Mutt Monitors on them! You used to love them. And this box also has ones with Rover-Roo on them, and the whole cluefinders gang!" Jane push for enthusiasm, hoping to sell Isabelle on them.

Isabelle lifted her butt on to her feet, enough to see the box more closely and look at the design. Isabelle knew she had to consider this new information....'the designs are better, AND they have Rover-Roo......' Isabelle thought wiping away a tear. Isabelle felt a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her heart fluttering. Isabelle quickly shut it down, not wanting to give her mom and opening. But it was too late, of course. Jane had seen. 

Isabelle had a more pressing concern. "But......but.......mommy.......does......does.....does wearing pull-ups mean I'm not a big girl anymore?" Isabelle knew it did; it would mean she would be a baby, if she wore those. Isabelle wouldn't allow that. It was her red line. Her mother would confirm it for her, and then Isabelle would have Jane right where she wanted her.

Jane hugged her daughter tightly, reassuring her, "Sweetheart, wearing pull-ups doesn't change who you are. Of course you'll still be a big girl! You are growing and learning every day. Sometimes, our bodies need a little more time, and that's okay. Wearing pullups is just a temporary anyway, until you stop having daytime accidents. LOADS of people wear pullups, even girls much older than you!" Jane wasn't sure it was true, but a little white lie never hurt.

Isabelle's worry began to fade away. 'I can still be a big girl AND wear these....?' It didn't seem to make sense, Isabelle thought. But her mom had just told her she could be. 'Mommy always knows best....' Isabelle thought. If her mom said she could still be a big girl, who was she - or anyone else to question it. 

Isabelle wanted to tell her mom she still didn't want to wear them. She wanted to complain. She wanted to resist. Refuse to wear them anyway. She didn't need them. She wouldn't have them. No. No. No no no no no. 

But instead, at that moment, at the very moment the words were going to leave her mouth, the second Isabelle was going to coherently and admirably ask for another chance, to explain to her mom that she could be trusted, to ensure her mom that she could use the toilet like a big girl, that the accidents would stop, at that moment, that very moment..

..Isabelle felt warm. She felt at ease. A calmness. A certainty. A joy and comfort. It spread throughout her body. It started at her feel, her slippers warming the base of them, tickling her little toes; it spread to her little ankles, and up her tiny shins; the joy, the happiness and acceptance, it spread to her waist, her stomach, and up through her lungs. 

As Isabelle exhaled, she felt that perfect feeling spread from her lungs to every corner of her body; her shoulders, to her arms, to her hands and through the very tip of her littlest fingers; Isabelle felt it spread up her neck, relaxing her tense muscles; it made its way to her lips, wiping away the words of resistance and replacing them with acceptance; it spread to her ears, the sound of her mother's proposal now sounding like sweet music; it spread to her nose, the scent of the pullup appearing like that of fresh flowers; to her eyes, the pullups looking more appealing and fun than anything she had worn before; and finally, it went up to her head, to the very tip of her skull, before - poof - it was gone again.

Isabelle wasn't sure what happened. All she remembered were the next words out of her mouth. "Okay, Mommy. I think I'll give them a try."

Jane's heart swelled with pride and admiration for her daughter's bravery and willingness to embrace this new solution. 'This will be good,' Jane knew it. "Okay sweetie. Why don't you let mommy help you get into your first one. Then we can out these into your drawers, and restock your sweetnights."
 

[diaper24/7]

She one step back toward diapers first pull-up then diaper coming soon.

[Kahlez]

1 hour ago, Olympiczero said:

taking hte time

 

So you really like writing a lot do you? Those were a couple of long chapters in short order and good ones not everyone can do that.

There goes her wormhole idea but she still has not connected it with her slippers. Even if she does I would suspect she then get another warm feeling and forget all about that connection anyways. Btw I hope she returns to Aquaria and finds out what the treasure is, would be a shame if all her efforts were in vain.

 At this point I would be really surprised if Isabelle still goes to the same classes next week. I actually like that early on she regressed quit quickly but it is slowing down with younger ages. As if would be a lot easier to do it when she was still a "big girl" but take more effort now when she probably is closer to the final age. 

Which leads to another question and I hope we will get an answer to that at the end. Who created those slippers and why? 

[diaperuser]

@Olympiczeroi am looking forward to next chapter. Thank you for excellent story.

[TheUnknownAuthor]

@OlympiczeroI've been trying to come up with the right words to put here to accomplish two things, the first is to adequately convey just how impressive the work you've done with this story is and the second is to not embarrass myself by fangirling all over you for entire paragraphs in the process, it's gonna be tough, not gonna lie.

To preface all of this, I am not, historically speaking, the biggest fan of physical regression stories, but you’ve lovingly crafted a story that is so charming and compelling that I genuinely find myself excited to see a new chapter because of how well you've managed to draw things out to the point where my expectations are continually subverted without ever feeling forced or frustrating, which is very easy to have happen when a story goes on long enough.

Your incorporation of magic/paranormal elements as the catalyst for the events of the story in a way that feels grounded and believable is, I think, the most impressive thing here, because it's very easy to have things become bombastic because magic and yet you keep things centered and realistic and I absolutely adore it and wish I had the ability to keep such discipline and focus in my own writing.

The only problem I have is that I know this story will end at some point and despite it being one of the best and most satisfying reads on this board in a while, I will somehow still feel like I didn't get enough.

Fantastic work all around, thank you for all your hard work and for sharing your talent with us. 

[Olympiczero]

17 hours ago, diaper24/7 said:

She one step back toward diapers first pull-up then diaper coming soon.

Maybe! Isabelle still has time to solve the mystery though, don't you think?

16 hours ago, Kahlez said:

At this point I would be really surprised if Isabelle still goes to the same classes next week. I actually like that early on she regressed quit quickly but it is slowing down with younger ages. As if would be a lot easier to do it when she was still a "big girl" but take more effort now when she probably is closer to the final age. 

Which leads to another question and I hope we will get an answer to that at the end. Who created those slippers and why? 

I'm glad you're still enjoying the story! I confess the regression is not always consistent. I tried making a formula at one point, if you can believe it. But it was too hard to track and I got frustrated. I like your last questions, I've wondered the same myself! 

8 hours ago, TheUnknownAuthor said:

 

The only problem I have is that I know this story will end at some point and despite it being one of the best and most satisfying reads on this board in a while, I will somehow still feel like I didn't get enough.

Fantastic work all around, thank you for all your hard work and for sharing your talent with us. 

I cut your comment short here because quite frankly, I was a little too embarrassed to respond to all of it. I'll just say thank you, and share that my favorite part of writing this story has been meeting (even if digitally) a number of authors I have followed on this site for quite some time, yourself included now.

I cut this portion of your comment out because it resonated with me, and I've been feeling alone with the thought. I have had the end planned since Chapter 2 or 3 about, and each time I get a chapter closer its bittersweet; I, like many others, have been so excited to read each chapter and go on this journey with Isabelle. Even though the end has been planned, everything between has been as much of a surprise to me as every other reader! But each chapter is a reminder that I am one closer to the end, and that makes me sad. I've never written a story before, so don't know if that's a common problem. But it is has been weighing on me, and I've been too shy? ashamed? flustered? to admit it publicly. Thanks for opening the door and letting me.

I am trying to get another chapter done today, but it may be late/tomorrow, in case anyone is checking for an update.  

[TheUnknownAuthor]

1 hour ago, Olympiczero said:

Maybe! Isabelle still has time to solve the mystery though, don't you think?

I'm glad you're still enjoying the story! I confess the regression is not always consistent. I tried making a formula at one point, if you can believe it. But it was too hard to track and I got frustrated. I like your last questions, I've wondered the same myself! 

I cut this portion of your comment out because it resonated with me, and I've been feeling alone with the thought. I have had the end planned since Chapter 2 or 3 about, and each time I get a chapter closer its bittersweet; I, like many others, have been so excited to read each chapter and go on this journey with Isabelle. Even though the end has been planned, everything between has been as much of a surprise to me as every other reader! But each chapter is a reminder that I am one closer to the end, and that makes me sad. I've never written a story before, so don't know if that's a common problem. But it is has been weighing on me, and I've been too shy? ashamed? flustered? to admit it publicly. Thanks for opening the door and letting me.

You're quite welcome!

To answer your question, it's very common to feel sad that your story is ending IF you're enjoying writing it or your characters or setting or whatever else, trust me I've had stories I couldn't wait to finish working on for various reasons but I've also had stories that I've looked back at numerous times and thought about ways to revisit/continue them because I liked them so much, so it really just depends on whether it's working for you as the author.

No matter what you feel towards your own work, your feelings are valid and there is no reason to think they are anything bu positive to be experiencing.

[BabySofia]

2 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

But each chapter is a reminder that I am one closer to the end, and that makes me sad. I've never written a story before, so don't know if that's a common problem.

I have literally cried at writing endings of almost every one of my books. Creating characters and writing about their journey involves so much of yourself, that I can't imagine not having an emotional attachment personally. 

As much as I hate seeing great tales come to an end, all stories really need a conclusion, so it's just part of the process. Keep up the good work, and I do look forward to all of it - including the ending - and then I'll have to go re-read it! 💜🙂

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 38

Getting Isabelle to agree to wear the pullups was not an easy feat. Jane was tired, mentally, emotionally, physically, from just working her daughter through the process. As soon as they were done talking, Jane helped Isabelle out of her second pair of wet panties from the day, and then cleaned her up a bit.  Jane then took the pullup she had removed from the package, stretched it out a bit, before sliding it up Isabelle's legs, firmly letting it rest against her. "See? It's not that bad!"

Jane watched as Isabelle adjusted to her new underwear. At first, Jane watched as Isabelle fidgeted and shifted, trying to get comfortable. Sure, the pullups weren't quite as thick as other protection - Isabelle's sweetnights, especially boosted - were considerably thicker than the pullups. But still yet, the pullups were considerably thicker than her training underwear. 

As Jane started to stack the pullups into Isabelle's drawers, she explained to her daughter how it would work with the pullups. "See, sweetheart, these will work much better at absorbing any accidents you have. Much, much better. Just like your sweetnights," Jane explained, as she made room in Isabelle's underwear drawer, and started stacking the pullups. "But just because you're wearing them, doesn't mean you still shouldn't try to go to the bathroom sweetie!" 

Jane continued to stack the pullups, before she turned to restock her daughter's sweetnights. Jane explained that Isabelle would still need to wear her special undies for ballet in the afternoons. "All you need to do sweetie is go to the locker room a little earlier to change, and no one will ever find out about your pullups. Just put them in your bag. And when ballet is over, you can just put your pullups back on, okay?" Jane watched as her daughter nodded slowly. This was going to be an adjustment for everyone, Jane knew, as she unpacked more sweetnights, more pullups, until the drawers were almost exploding with them.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Jane watched as Isabelle seamlessly adjusted to her pullups. 'I'll have to be more careful about dressing her in the morning," Jane thought. The pullups were thicker than the underwear she had purchased. Not only were they more visually noticeable under Isabelle's clothes - even under her dress - but they were a little noisier. With every step Isabelle took, if you were quiet enough, you could almost hear a slight rustle. From what Jane could tell, Isabelle couldn't hear it, which was good. But to Jane, it was a telltale sound, an alarm almost, letting a parent know that the girl in front of her was not quite potty trained yet. 

Isabelle felt a little strange wearing her pullups at first. The strangest did not, however, originate from the pullups being uncomfortable. Or from feeling weird. Or even from being embarrassed. Sure, she wasn't THRILLED that she was wearing pullups. But, if she was going to be honest, they were incredibly comfortable. 'Its like sitting on a big fluffy pillow all the time!" And though they forced her legs a little further apart than her undies, Isabelle adjusted quickly to wearing them.

No, what bothered Isabelle, what made her feel weird, what was so uncomfortable about the pullups, was just how comfortable they were. Isabelle felt 'welllllllll...I feel better with these on.' Isabelle was happy. She felt safe, secure, and worry free. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her; she felt more at ease and restful almost immediately. Suddenly, she didn't need to worry about her bladder. 'At night, I'm sleeping, so I don't even really think about it....but during the day I am always forgetting and feeling bad after.....I don't need to anymore."

Isabelle listened as her mom was explaining what to do with her pullups. But Isabelle made a decision for herself. 'I'll do my best to remember....but now that I have these, I can focus my attention on more important things. I need to work out a new theory of what's happening to me.' Isabelle considered that she had been going to the bathroom about 5 or 6 times a day during school alone. 'Think about all the time I can spend working on what's going on to me, instead of racing to the bathroom at the last second...and not even making it...'

Isabelle, of course, was going to go to the toilet if she knew she had to. 'But also....If I'm too late, I'm too late. Like mommy said, I'm still learning and growing, and I just need a little more time. And there are even girls much older than me that still need help. So its okay If I have accidents now!" Isabelle thought she should have been bothered by this moment of relinquishment, of defeat. But it wasn't defeat, Isabelle would remind herself. 'This is just.......just who I am....and who I am.....is just right.'

It was her mother's words once again that echoed in her mind, that gave her comfort. "The truth is sweetie, what you're going to have to learn to do, what a grown up learns to do, is to accept the things that are happening, let them happen, all of it." Isabelle just needed to let it happen. She knew it. "And in the end, I'll be happier...I'll find joy I didn't realize was there." Mom was always right. She just needed to trust her.

And with that, Isabelle didn't think on it again. She simply proceeded with her night as though nothing had happened. It was during dinner, as Isabelle was twirling noodles on to her fork, that she felt it for the first time; a feeling that she had to pee. Isabelle almost stood up and excused herself, but lowered herself back on to her stool. 'I know mom would be proud of me if I told her I needed to go to the bathroom, and went.....' Isabelle knew it was what she was supposed to do.

But, Isabelle also had another desire in mind. It was one she could scarcely believe she was feeling, wanting. To even think the words was blasphemous. But to know it was, at that moment, her deepest desire? It was strange. Isabelle sat down, and took a deep breath. She knew she would need to be honest with herself, about what it was that she wanted, as she settled further down on to her butt. 'I want to know what they feel like when they are wet.' 

As soon as she thought the words to herself, Isabelle's bladder released. Isabelle felt as her pee surrounded her crotch, and slipped under her butt. Isabelle felt as the liquid disappeared, absorbed by the pullup surrounding her, rapidly, effectively, perfectly. And finally, Isabelle felt as the padding swelled up around her, underneath her, pressed against her, affirming exactly what she believed would happen: It felt amazing. Her pullups felt comfy, warm, sweet, and safe. She was in bliss. Isabelle finally felt like she could relax, her mind free to follow other pursuits. 

Isabelle finished eating dinner and spent the night watching a little TV, to let herself continue to relax. After another two episodes of Rover-Roo, Isabelle heard her mom call her upstairs to get ready for bed. Isabelle reluctantly turned the TV off, and waddle upstairs, her warm pullup forcing her legs apart as she climbed the stairs. When she entered her room, she found her mom waiting for her, a sweetnight and smile in hand. 

Jane was slightly surprised as she helped Isabelle out of her pullup, to find that it was already soaked. 'She's peed in this more than once already.' Isabelle hadn't mentioned once that night, that she needed to go to the bathroom. 'Clearly I made the right decision,' Jane thought, as she helped Isabelle into her sweetnight. Isabelle was about to make her way to the bathroom, when Jane held her back by the waistband of her sweetnight.

"One second Isabelle," Jane said. Isabelle, who had her back to her mom, felt her mom pulling her sweetnight back from her. Suddenly, Isabelle felt as her mom dumped something into the back of her sweetnight. "MOM! What are you doing!??!"

"Oh sweetie its nothing. Just a little powder. I don't want you to get rashes or anything. Now turn to mommy." Jane said, spinning her daughter before pulling the front of Isabelle's sweetnight outward, and pouring some powder out of a bottle into her sweetnight. "See? No big deal sweetie. It'll help keep your skin dry."

Isabelle wanted to protest. She recognized the scent immediately; 'this is baby powder!!' Isabelle thought. But as soon as she opened her mouth to complain, the scent of the powder hit her nose. Isabelle couldn't explain it, but it felt so soothing as the smell entered her nose, and spread through her body. The scent sent tingles down her arms, and shivers down her spine. 'It smells so nice,' Isabelle thought. 'Who cares what it is...'

If Isabelle had wanted to complain, she never got the chance either. "Good girl," Jane said, before spinning Isabelle again, and patting her padded butt, sending her toward the door and bathroom to brush her teeth. "And pee before bed sweetheart!" Jane called after her, as Isabelle, unphased by her wet pullup, made her way out of her bedroom. 

Jane sighed as she set the bottle of lavender scented powder down on Isabelle's dresser. She felt relieved everything went as well as could be hoped with Isabelle. 'Just need to get used to my new normal,' Jane thought, as she smiled and carried Isabelle's wet pullup with her to throw in the garbage, chuckling to herself. "And here I thought these days were over." 

*****

Isabelle woke up after a long, restful night of sleep. She hadn't felt this well in a while. It had been more than a few nights of discomfort, nightmares, waking up wet, and other problems. But last night, 'last night I slept wonderfully,' Isabelle thought, as she turned over and released her bladder into the padding around her waist. "hmmmmmmmmm" Isabelle thought to herself, as the warmth of her pee was absorbed into the padding around her. 

Isabelle's mom had come into her bedroom not long after to help her get ready for the day. Jane sent a very soggy Isabelle to the shower to rinse off, collecting her sopping sweetnight from the floor as Isabelle undressed and made her way naked to the bathroom. Jane could feel that it was recently wet when she picked it up, and loaded it into a trash bag. 

Jane picked out a simply dress for Isabelle. It seemed a better option than pants, Jane figured, if her daughter's secret was to be preserved. She would need to call the school and update Miss Jenny and Miss Amber about the situation, Jane knew. So she quickly pulled out a pullup for Isabelle to wear, setting it on her bed with the dress, before heading downstairs.

The morning proceeded like any other, which was a relief for Jane. Isabelle emerged downstairs not long later, greeting her mom with a hug. Jane held her daughter, one hand on her butt just to confirm she had put her pullup on, 'which she has,' before eating breakfast, and making their way out the door and into the car. "Let's get you to school baby." 

Isabelle walked into school with mixed feelings. She had felt great that morning, even after putting on her pullup. But now that she was in school, among her peers, and wearing the childish protection, she felt quite self-conscious. 'Does anyone know what I'm wearing? Can they see my.....my.....pullups? What happens if they find out...?' Isabelle was growing increasingly worried as she ducked her head into the locker room, dropping off her bag. Isabelle felt as though her pullup was ten times bigger than she knew it to be. 

Worse yet, in her distress, Isabelle had accidently released a little bit of pee into the front of the pullup. though the padding absorbed it, and the warmth of the padding pressed against her eased her tensions in some regard, Isabelle knew her pullups were meant only for emergencies, not regular use. 'I'll use the toilet while I'm here,' Isabelle thought, making her way to the back of the locker room to pee. 'Mom will be proud to find out I made it today every time,' Isabelle thought as she wiped. 'Well, almost every time,' Isabelle reminded herself, as she looked down at the little wet spot in the front of her pullup, before, well, pulling it up. 

Isabelle made her way to Miss Jenny's class, making it to the door where Miss Jenny was standing just as the bell rang. Isabelle tried to make her way into the class, when Miss Jenny stopped her. "Isabelle, can you hang out here for a second?" Miss Jenny asked. Isabelle nodded, and waited in the hall as Miss Jenny closed the door behind her, kneeling down to Isabelle, alone in the hall with her. "Sweetie. Your mommy called me to let me know what's going on. I just want you to know that if you have any problems, you can let me know. Just raise your hand and ask to go to the office, okay? I'll know that means you need some help." 

Isabelle turned crimson. Isabelle couldn't believe her mom would tell Miss Jenny about her pullups! 'How could she?!?!' What was Isabelle supposed to do in that moment? She had spent all week helping Miss Jenny with another student who had trouble going to the bathroom on time, and now she was here, standing in pullups? Isabelle was humiliated, and ducked her head, not responding.

"Hey, hey hey. Pick your head up Isabelle." Miss Jenny said, as she saw the girl shudder. "There's nothing wrong okay? You are perfect the way you are, and you'll figure this out. Now come on, let's go to class now. okay?"

It felt nice that Miss Jenny was being kind, but Isabelle still had to wipe away a tear as she made her way into class. 'I only hope no one else saw,' was all Isabelle could think and hope for. 

The only thing worse than Miss Jenny finding out about her pullups was Miss Jenny's class that morning. The students were working on individual exercises, first working on spelling and grammar. Isabelle felt much like she had the prior day, except worse this time. As Isabelle tried to spell the words Miss Jenny gave her, Isabelle couldn't seem to string the letters together. They all felt jumbled. Isabelle even resorted to trying to basically sound the letters out, before spelling them, but even that strategy failed. Isabelle was growing very frustrated.

At some point during the spelling lesson, Isabelle recognized that she needed to pee. 'At least I can try and do something right today,' Isabelle thought, as she raised her hand to ask for permission to go to the bathroom. Miss Jenny spotted her immediately, sending Isabelle out. 

Isabelle made her way quickly to the nearby bathroom. Evidently, however, Isabelle had underestimated how badly she needed to go, not realizing soon enough. Just as Isabelle rounded the corner to the bathroom, she froze, as she felt her bladder completely release into her pullup. The slightly wet padding quickly and thirstily welcomed Isabelle's pee into its surface, seeping into the depths of the padding underneath her. Isabelle felt as the pullup swelled up, the warmth of it spread around her crotch, and underneath her. 

Isabelle sighed. 'Nothing is going my way anymore,' Isabelle thought to herself. 'Might as well try now that I'm out though,' Isabelle thought, making her way into the bathroom stall, and pulling down her wet pullup. 'At least these can hold much more than my undies,' Isabelle thought, as she sat on the toilet seat and starred down into her pullup, a reminder in her face that she couldn't make it on time. 

Fortunately for Isabelle, she had made the grownup decision to still go to the toilet. Isabelle found that she was able to pee a little more, this time into the toilet bowl. More importantly, however, Isabelle found that she needed to poop while she was sitting down. 'This could have been worse at least,' Isabelle thought, as she wiped herself clean before pulling her wet pullup up against herself once more.

The rest of her morning class did not go well. After she returned from the bathroom, the class worked on math problems. Each student was handed an exercise sheet to work through. Once again, Isabelle found herself not simply struggling, but unable to do any of the math problems. 'What is going on with my head today?' Isabelle wondered, as the numbers danced around the page, turning, twisting, and not even making sense. Isabelle didn't get a single problem correct.

The worst part of the day, however, was at lunch. Charlotte once again wanted to eat with the other girls from the class, forcing Isabelle to sit in her place at the end of the bench at their table. Isabelle was really concerned, that in her dress, the other girls might see her wet pullup as she sat. Isabelle did everything she could to hide it, even trying to press her legs together as she ate quietly. Isabelle even failed at that, however, the swollen padding preventing her from doing so. 

Isabelle ate quickly. There was no reason not to. She was once again being ignored at lunch by the other girls. Even Charlotte didn't have much to say to her that day. Isabelle was wallowing in her own displeasure when it happened. Again. As Isabelle ate the last bite of her sandwich, she was startled to hear her name called behind her. The effect? Isabelle started releasing her bladder again, her pee spreading underneath her and up her backside. Isabelle's pullup was entirely saturated, and Isabelle couldn't have felt worse about herself. She wanted to cry.

".....Isabelle, did you hear me?" The voice beckoned to her again. Isabelle stayed frozen as she kept peeing, but as her pullup absorbed the last of it, she turned to see who it was. "Isabelle," Miss Amber called once more, as Isabelle turned to face her, offering the closest thing to a smile that Isabelle could muster. "There you are. You must have been lost in thought. I was hoping you would come to class early with me, and help setup. Can you do that?"

Isabelle didn't mind. She would do anything to get out of her current place, at the lunch table, with girls who didn't care for her, in a sopping wet pullup. "Sure Miss Amber. Coming." Isabelle responded, as she swung her legs around the end of the bench, evidently not careful enough to prevent her dress from flipping up a little bit. Isabelle rapidly pushed her dress back down, looking around and hopeful no one saw. Fortunately, the girls at the table were not interested in her. Unfortunately, Miss Amber had a clear line of sight at her soaked pullup.

Miss Amber did, in fact, see the wet pullup. Sighing to herself and smiling, she reached her hand out to Isabelle. "Come. Let's go get changed for dance." Isabelle knew what Miss Amber meant, as the two headed into the lockers together. Isabelle went to her spot on the bench right next to the door, as Miss Amber leaned against the door to make sure no one came in. "Why don't you get out of that wet pullup sweetie, for starters."

Isabelle went crimson red. 'I'm supposed to be the best dancer in the class, not the dancer who cant hold her bladder.' Isabelle was ashamed of herself for soaking her pullup. 'I meant to make it all day. I meant for mom to be proud of me.' Isabelle couldn't help herself anymore. She just started to cry. 

It was all too much. 'Everything is awful. And no matter what I do, it only gets worse. I am wearing pullups at school. I keep having accidents. And I have no idea why,' Isabelle thought. 'I hate being at school. I am all alone. I miss my friends. I miss Dani. I miss Lola. I miss Melly,' Isabelle thought, as she continued to weep. Isabelle felt Miss Amber's hand stroking her back. 'Class this morning was awful. I can't do anything right. And worst of all, I am completely out of theories about what is happening to me. This is only going to get worse.'

Isabelle continued crying as she removed her shoes and socks. 'The only thing that feels good anymore, sadly, are my sweetnights and pullups.' It was a depressing thought to Isabelle, as she realized that a major cause of her sadness was also her only source of joy. She simply couldn't get over that she still needed the pullups. 'Well, not my only joy' Isabelle reminded herself, as she opened her ballet bag. 'I still have my slippers. I still have ballet.' It was true, Isabelle knew it. She still had her slippers. 

"Isabelle its okay! Don't worry, this is not a big deal. Here, I'll take that," Miss Amber said, as she picked up the wet pullup, wrapping it in paper towel to conceal it before putting it into the garbage. Isabelle whispered a thank you between tears, as she pulled her special undies out of her bag. Miss Amber sat down on the bench, next to Isabelle's bag and opened it up herself. 

"Sweetie. I would hate for you to have a problem in class today. I think maybe you should put on another pullup instead of those," Miss Amber said, pulling a clean one with Rover-Roo on the front of them out. "No one will see, I promise. Look! Your mommy even packed you some extra thick, black, tights. No one will see anything through it. Especially with your leotard on as well - it'll cover you up perfectly," Miss Amber explained. 

Isabelle couldn't bear the thought. She shook her head rapidly from side to side. "Please don't...don't....make me," Isabelle squeaked out between tears. "I.....I.....I..... don't....don't wannnnnnna" Isabelle started to whine. 

Miss Amber felt for the girl. If anyone ever found out, the poor girl would undoubtedly be bullied for it. 'But she will be bullied far worse if she has an accident in class. Based on the state of her pullup just now....' Miss Amber knew she couldn't let the girl wear the undies. "Isabelle. I need you to be smart and make  a big girl decision here. We're doing performances in class today - you won't have a chance to leave to go to the bathroom. I think we both know it'll be too hard to hold it for all of class. I want you to wear your pullup. Your mommy would want you too as well. I just don't want you to have an accident in class, there would be no hiding that."

Isabelle couldn't believe what was happening. Miss Amber wasn't asking anymore - she was telling Isabelle what to do. And despite knowing that Miss Amber was right, Isabelle couldn't come to terms with it. But it was Miss Amber's last words that struck fear in Isabelle - "if I have an accident in class with the undies......' Isabelle couldn't imagine something worse happening. So against her wishes, against everything she knew to be right, Isabelle took the pullup from Miss Amber, and started pulling it on.

"Good girl. The first bell is going to ring any second, so be quick about it," Miss Amber added, as she stepped out into the hall. "I can buy you a couple of minutes." 

*****

Isabelle sat on the floor in class, alone and in the corner, watching as one by one, the students performed their routines. It was an odd feeling, being in her pullup, dressed for ballet, and in the studio. One the one hand, the pullup was, although maybe not completely noticeable, certainly thicker underneath her tights. Isabelle was keenly aware of the slight bulge around her crotch. The black tights certainly helped, but, if someone paid close enough attention, it wouldn't be hard to figure out what she was wearing. Isabelle was happy, for once, to be alone in the corner. The loneliness was no longer the worst part of her day. 

On the other hand, Isabelle had to confess that she was extremely comfortable. The pullup itself was already comfy. Yet, with the tights pulled up against her, and her leotard tightly squeezing it up further, the pullup felt even more comfortable. Sitting on the hardwood floors of the studio was normally never comfortable. Yet, in her state, and with her pullups, Isabelle was glad for the cushion padding her butt. It would of course have been better not to have them, but Isabelle couldn't deny the very real benefits. 

Isabelle was also feeling a lot better in her slippers. There was something about them, every time that she put them on, that Isabelle couldn't quite explain. 'Maybe now that my investigation has come to a standstill, I can write about my slippers, and how they make me happy?' Isabelle wondered, unaware of what was going on around her. The slippers had relaxed Isabelle tremendously. Even though she was feeling pitiful, sad, and alone, Isabelle was no longer crying. Her slippers wouldn't allow it - she simply felt too confident, too well in them. 'I feel like nothing can be wrong when I am wearing these.'

"....Isabelle. I am calling you." Miss Amber repeated. It was the second time Isabelle had not heard Miss Amber, lost in her thoughts. "You're up!" 

Isabelle stood up immediately, instantly regretting it. Isabelle turned her back to the class, to see if she could adjust her outfit a little to conceal the outline of her pullup. 'That's the best I can do,' Isabelle concluded, as she turned back to the class to, literally, face the music. Isabelle was content to see that, other than Cassie and one or two other students, no one seemed to be paying attention to her. Isabelle took her position in the center, prepared to begin her performance. 

When it happened, Isabelle didn't even react; didn't respond. She was used to it at this point, though it had been some time since it happened again. 'Still, it isn't surprising.' So when the floor underneath her gave away, Isabelle simply waited and watched, as a beautiful hall emerged underfoot.

It only took Isabelle a few moments to recognize where she was. 'I sat in those chairs, not.......long ago?' Isabelle wasn't sure when it had happened, 'or even if anymore?' But Isabelle recalled, at some point having been in this theater. It was the Kennedy Center in Washington DC. 

Isabelle watched as the sheer beauty of the space rolled out in front of her, replacing her small studio at Higgins. The hall unraveled in front of her, adorned with lush velvet drapes in rich hues of deep red, Soft, warm lighting cascaded from intricately designed chandeliers, casting a soft glow that adds a touch of magic to the room.

The seating area rolled out further in front of her to the back of the hall. The seats were designed with plush, velvet chairs. 'They look really comfortable,' Isabelle thought, each one boasting a clear view of the stage. The seats were arranged in a gentle curve, ensuring that every audience member has an optimal perspective, a perspective of Isabelle's performance.

The stage, the centerpiece of the hall, was expansive and carefully crafted to accommodate the intricate movements of ballet dancers. It was adorned with a beautifully painted backdrop depicting a serene landscape, transporting the audience to snow capped mountains in a far away place. The smooth, polished wooden floor of the stage reflected the glow of the spotlight, which was shinning on Isabelle and Isabelle alone.

Surrounding the stage were ornate balconies, filled with politicians and celebrities that Isabelle could not name, but recognized. Onlookers marveled down at the stage, frothing at the mouth in anticipation of a show they seemingly had waited desperately to see.

Finally, it was the ceiling that convinced Isabelle she knew where she was; a round rotunda shape, elevated into the ceiling, brimming with a beautiful light fixture. Isabelle was convinced that if she starred up through it long enough, she would eventually see the heavens themselves. But there would be no time for that. The music started. 

Isabelle began her performance without thinking. It was a personal favorite of hers, in fact; Giselle. The ballet was a love story, where Giselle, who played a graceful and haunting phantom, protected the former love of her life. Isabelle knew that Giselle was a challenging role, requiring both technical precision and emotional depth. It was no match for Isabelle on that day, as her slippers led the charge through the routine.

As the music for Giselle continued, Isabelle let the music - and her slippers - guide her every step. With each movement, Isabelle immersed herself in the character of Giselle, a young maiden who falls in love but faces heartbreak and tragedy.

Isabelle's body flowed gracefully across the floor, her arms extending with ethereal beauty. Isabelle worked though the lessons Miss Amber had instructed them on all week, transitioning from center, to floor, back to center. With each movement, Isabelle's feet glided effortlessly, telling the story through delicate footwork and sweeping turns. She leaped with the lightness of a feather, seemingly defying gravity for a fleeting moment each time her feet left the stage..

The emotion in Isabelle's eyes was palpable as she portrayed Giselle's joy, her blossoming love, and the heart-wrenching sorrow of her untimely death. The music swirled around her, lifting her spirits and carrying her through each movement. Each tourne, pirouette, and glissade was precise, smooth, and elegant, all thanks to her slippers and hard work.

Isabelle soared through the grand stage, with its dazzling sets. Isabelle watched as the audience was swayed with every movement, every emotion that Giselle had as Isabelle danced, their hearts moved by Isabelle's portrayal of Giselle's tragic fate. Isabelle transported them to a world of love, loss, and the enduring power of the human spirit, before finally, it was over.

Isabelle stood, motionless, as the applause echoed around her, as the world faded slowly, returning to her ballet studio. Isabelle felt a warmth of accomplishment envelope her, and spread out from her body, comforting her, fulfilling her, reminding her that despite all her challenges, everything would be alright. And just like that, Isabelle picked her head up to see her class, her studio, and Miss Amber.

"Well done Isabelle. Very well done." Miss Amber was clearly impressed with Isabelle's performance, though Isabelle had no idea what she had actually done. "Next up, Cassandra." 

Isabelle smiled as Cassie made her way up to the front, Isabelle returning to the corner where she plopped down on to her butt, feeling the warm, wet, and swollen padding of her pullup cushioning her as she rested on the floor. 'When did that happen?' Isabelle wondered, her slippers filling her with a sense of happiness as she settled into her padded bottom.

*******

"And you're going to have so much fun tonight sweetie! But we need to go get ready quickly, okay?" Jane said, as she opened the door to the house for Isabelle. "I want you to put on a fresh pullup sweetie. That one is already very wet."

Jane had been a little surprised to hear from Miss Amber that Isabelle had a few accidents that day, first in Miss Jenny's class, and later in her own. Miss Amber had explained that she insisted that Isabelle wear a pullup to dance after seeing the state of her one from morning class. Jane couldn't object too her decision, and was glad for both teachers continued support and reporting. 

"But then she wet her pullup, it seemed, in the middle of her performance. Which was still spectacular by the way. She is quite the dancer. Even more impressive she did it while wet!" Miss Amber had explained. "It is possible some of the other kids noticed, thought. Her pullup was pretty swollen at the end of the performance, and her leotard was hanging a little lower under the weight." Jane hoped it wasn't the case, for Isabelle's sake. But, watching Isabelle climb the stairs, it wouldn't have shocked her.

Jane had to get ready herself though. Sam would be over shortly, and she needed to get, well, his birthday present wrapped, and to wrap herself in his...other birthday present. Jane also had to get dressed to go out, and get her hair and makeup done. 

Fortunately, as Jane worked to get ready, she had already packed Isabelle's overnight bag. Jane quickly wrapped Sam's birthday present, before getting dressed herself, first in the special lingerie she had bought, and then in her dress for dinner. Jane made her way quickly to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup, when Isabelle came in to sit with her. "All ready sweetie?" Jane asked Isabelle.

Isabelle sat down in her sweatpants and t-shirt, the clear outline of her pullup on underneath. As Isabelle sat down, her shirt rose up a little, revealing the wasitband of her pullup above her pants. Jane couldn't help but smile at how cute Isabelle was.

"I don't understand why I can't come for dinner with you and Sam mommy. I thought he liked me!" Isabelle wanted to be with her mom tonight. Other than dance, school had been pretty miserable. Isabelle was also really embarrassed when she had forgotten to tell her mom she had wet not one, but two pullups, that day. Isabelle only confessed her embarrassment after her mom had reached her hand up Isabelle's dress to confirm that Isabelle had a wet pullup on. 

"Sweetie. Mommy and Sam are going out with Jess and John tonight. It's Sam's birthday, and he wants to be with grownups. You're going to a birthday for kids on Sunday. I'm sorry but you can't come." Jane explained, as she finished doing her makeup. "Sam does like you, and I'm glad you like him. He is a very special friend," Jane explained. "But you will get to see him - he's going to come here and well walk to Jess's together."

Isabelle was disappointed, but at least she would get to see Sam. "Okay mommy," Isabelle said, pouting before leaving. 

"Go get your shoes on sweetie - Sam is going to be here any second. You're going to have so much more fun at Jess's anyway." 

****

Sam and Isabelle were playing hand games in the living room when Jane came downstairs. "Mommy! You look pretty!" Isabelle announced, as Jane came down the stairs.

"I happen to agree Isabelle. Mommy does look pretty, doesn't she?" Sam repeated, careful to only greet Jane with a hug. 

"Thank you both. Now let's get going, " Jane announced, ushering Isabelle and Sam out the door, watching her daughter bounce down the stairs in her ballet slippers. Together, the three of them walked over to Jess's house together, chatting and laughing along the way. Isabelle was running around Jane and Sam, seemingly without a care that her pullup was peeking out over her pants, and plenty visible underneath them. 

Isabelle climbed the stairs to Jess's house ahead of Sam and Jane, ringing the bell before Jess answered it. "Hi Sweetie! How are you? Why don't you go find Becky upstairs and play, while I chat with mommy and the sitter. You remember Melanie, from the restaurant, don't you?" Jess asked, as Mel emerged out from behind Jess. 

'Hi Belly! I am looking forward to having SO much fun tonight together, aren't you?"

Isabelle was stunned to see Mel standing there, introduced as HER babysitter! In fact, Isabelle was so shocked, she stood frozen in the doorway, peeing into her pullup, and unable to respond. The color left Isabelle's face, and as soon as Jane made her way to the top stair, Isabelle grabbed her mom's leg, hiding behind it. All the while, Isabelle was still peeing.

'This isn't right.....she's my friend. I am supposed to be in school with her.....I think,' Isabelle thought to herself. 'What.......what on earth is going on?' Isabelle couldn't get over what was happening. Here she was, without a clue as to what was going on with her, and suddenly, she was being babysat by an eighth grader. 'There is, at least, one positive,' Isabelle thought. 'I've been missing my friends so much......its nice to be with Mel. We're probably just here to babysit Becky and Eric together anyway,' Isabelle concluded.

"Aww sweetie," Mel continued, "don't be shy. We're going to have a lot of fun, I promise." Isabelle continued to hide herself as Jane and Jess chuckled and laughed at how Isabelle was being shy. Isabelle couldn't explain her conduct - she and Mel were BOTH the babysitters. Why was she hiding? "Why don't you go upstairs Belly and I'll be there in a minute. I just want to talk to you mommy quick."

Isabelle didn't need to be asked twice. This was a horrible situation to be in. Upstairs with Becky seemed a far more appetizing place to be, and so Isabelle dashed up the stairs, waddling with each step to compensate for her wet pullup. 'Someone needs to watch Becky while Mel learns what's going on,' she decided.

"Thanks Mel," Jane said, putting Isabelle's bag down near the door as she walked in. Isabelle was still within earshot to hear the beginning of the conversation. "So, like I explained, she's having some troubles......on how she went up.......a change sooner than expected.....can't do it by herself.....Jess's rules are the rules.........trust your judgment completely." Isabelle wasn't sure what they were talking about, but didn't care as she entered Becky's room, and laid on the floor with her to play dolls. Isabelle felt the warm pullup press against her as she did, before forgetting all about it. 

Isabelle and Becky were playing and giggling away when Isabelle heard Mel call her downstairs. "Belly. Becky. Your mommies are leaving. Come say goodbye!!"

Isabelle popped off of her tummy, just like Becky, and both made their way down the stairs. Isabelle felt that her pullup was feeling pretty wet, and felt it drooping between her legs as she made it down the stairs and hugged her mom. Isabelle saw Sam and John playing with Eric in his bouncer off in the living room, as she stood at the base of the stairs hugging her mom, with Jess doing the same to Becky right next to her. 

"Whew. Becky, that's a dirty diaper," Isabelle heard Jess say. "You must have stunk your whole room up you silly girl!" Isabelle watched as Becky simply smiled and giggled in response to her mom's joke. Isabelle was surprised at how care free Becky had become about wearing, and evidently using her diapers. 

'Some girls just aren't ready to potty train, I suppose,' Isabelle concluded.

At that moment, Isabelle felt her own mom press her hand against Isabelle's wet pullup, before whispering into her ear, "it seems someone else is in need of a change too." Isabelle went beat red at her mom's comment. It was hardly much of a whisper - this close to Mel and Jess, there was no way they didn't hear! And Isabelle was only wet! How could her mom compare her to Becky, who had pooped in her diaper?

"MOOOOOM!" Isabelle shrieked in response, trying to push herself away from her mom.

"Isabelle, you listen to me," Jane said sternly, holding on to her daughter. "Melanie is in charge tonight, and that means of you too. Melanie knows about your pullups, and you're to listen to her no matter what. Do you understand me?"

Isabelle frowned. 'That isn't how its supposed to work,' Isabelle wanted to shout. 'Were BOTH babysitting. I am in charge too.'

Jane could see Isabelle's resistance, and quickly worked to put that to bed. "Isabelle - I want to hear you say it out loud. Melanie is in charge, and that means of everything, including your pullups and changing you. I want you to be a good girl tonight. And you are going to listen. Are we understood?"

Isabelle wanted to resist. She wanted to shout. To scream. To refuse. But, just as she was about to, Isabelle felt a warmth emanate from her slippers, and spread through her body. This warmth spread more rapidly then any before, reaching every corner of her body, and the tip of her head before she could even perceive it. The warmth seemingly took her resistance, and ran away with it, because just as it left, Isabelle said only two words: "Yes Mommy." 

"Good girl. Mommy will come get you in the morning. Have fun sweetie!"

Mel, sensing the opportunity, took Becky and Isabelle by the hands. Isabelle could see that Jane had handed Becky her overnight bag, which was over her shoulder. "You guys have fun. I have two girls to change," Mel said with a smile.

"Isabelle, can you help me change Becky into a fresh diaper first? I could really use the help!"

'This is more like it,' Isabelle thought, as she smiled and nodded, taking Mel's hand. "Uh-huh!" At least Mel knew that Isabelle was also in charge. 
 

[BabySofia]

I think Belly may be surprised by some rule changes her mommy was discussing! Diapers that day already? Clearly she's not ready for Pull-Ups anymore. With the longer wearing of the shoes that day, plus the extra levels of confusion in class I'm certain she won't be in that class anymore at school. Not much longer before she starts stinking up rooms too I'm guessing! 

On the plus side for her, I'm sure she'll have fun playing with her future best friend!

[Kahlez]

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

We're probably just hear to babysit Becky and Eric together anyway,' Isabelle concluded.

That didnt aged well and it probably will be a long time before she will be babysit anyone again. At the moment she is clearly not capable doing it anymore.

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

"Whew. Becky, that's a dirty diaper," Isabelle heard Jess say. "You must have stunk your whole room up you silly girl!" Isabelle watched as Becky simply smiled and giggled in response to her mom's joke. Isabelle was surprised at how care free Becky had become about wearing, and evidently using her diapers. 

'Some girls just aren't ready to potty train, I suppose,' Isabelle concluded.

So it reads like Isabelle didnt even noticed herself (good babysitter ) and didnt wonder why. Basically she is already well prepared for her next regression, maybe even this night. To see it positive no more problems with school and maybe she will spend more time with Becky having a lot of fun. 

4 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

'Maybe now that my investigation has come to a standstill, I can write about my slippers, and how they make me happy?' Isabelle wondered, unaware of what was going on around her. The slippers had relaxed Isabelle tremendously

She is so close but still so far away to make that connection and her mind getting younger is not helpful for her Investigation.

  

[kerry]

Once again I have to say how much I admire all of the aspects of this story you are pulling together so well. I especially enjoy Isabelle's magical moments and her flights of fancy: it's kind of wonderful that, this deep into the piece, I really don't know what the endgame is going to be. I have a theory (one that does not involve wormholes) that this is one of the rare ABDL stories in which the main character is able to regain what she has lost; it doesn't seem likely that the shoes, which were once the property of a great and famous ballerina, are magically regressing her with that as the only goal. My theory is that she is becoming an even better dancer because of this regression, and will, when she returns to herself, be a star.

I'm probably way off, but it's fun to think of these magical shoes passed from dancer to dancer and taking them on a journey back to their youth in order to make them prima ballerinas in their present...whether or not they happen to wear diapers.

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 39

"Okay, up you go Becky." Mel announced, as she laid Becky down on Eric's changing table. Mel then took Isabelle's bag off of her shoulders, setting down next to the changing table. "Belly, are you still going to be my helper?" Mel asked.

Isabelle was standing next to Mel, looking up at her blue eyes. "Yes! Of course!" Isabelle announced. She would be the best helper Mel had every known, in fact. 

"Great. Why don't you go get that stool over there so you can reach up here too and help me out." Mel said in response, gesturing Isabelle toward a nearby stool in Eric's bedroom. The wooden stool had Eri's name on it, in colorful, removable wooden blocks that spelled out his name. 'No doubt Eric plays with that, but I question whether he knows that is actually his name.' Isabelle went and collected the stool, carrying it over to the changing table, before climbing on to. Even now Isabelle could see she was shorter than Becky. 

"Becky, stop squirming please," Mel said, as she turned to Isabelle. "First we need to take this stinky diaper off. Lucky for us, diapers have nice tear-able sides, so we just rip here," Mel said, as she ripped the far side of the diaper, "and here," as she repeated the process on the near side. Mel then opened the diaper up, making an exaggerated blocking of her nose. "PEEE-YEWWW Becky! What a big poopy you made!" Becky only giggled in response.

"So next, were going to get some wipes. Can you open that package over there Belly, and hand me some wipes? Pull them out careful!" 

Isabelle nodded and reached under the table to the first shelf where Mel had gestured, pulling the wipe package out, and setting it at the end of the changing table. As soon as Isabelle opened it up, her nostrils were filled with the most wonderful smell. 'Boy, these smell much better than my Kidz Wipez,' Isabelle thought, as she pulled wipes out of the package and handed them to Mel. 

"Thanks! Now we have to clean this stinky girl up, and when were done, we put the wipes right here, in her dirty diaper, so we can throw them out nice an easy. I need a few more wipes here Belly," Mel said, as she took Becky legs in one hand and pushed them back over Becky's head, revealing her underside. Isabelle complied, handing Mel several more wipes.

"Okay. Now we have to wrap this all up," Mel said, as she rolled the diaper up. "I'll take care of this part," Mel added, as she went over to the Diaper Djinn to dispose of the diaper. "Now we need a fresh diaper," Mel said. "Can you get me one from that shelf there?" Mel asked, pointing to a lower shelf. 

Isabelle nodded, and squatted down to grab Becky a fresh diaper. As she did, however, Isabelle couldn't help but notice that she had started to pee a little bit again. The pee made its way swiftly into the seat of her pullup, where is was absorbed immediately, causing her pullup to sag even lower. Isabelle stayed frozen in her squatted position while she finished peeing, Mel taking note of exactly what was going on, despite Isabelle believing she had been subtle. "Here you go," Isabelle said, standing up and handing Becky the diaper. 

"Thanks Belly. Now we're going to unfold this, and stretch it out a bit so its all ready to be worn," Mel said, as she opened the diaper up, stretching it out, before sliding it under Becky. "Butt up sweetie, Mel said.

Isabelle's eyes grew huge as she watched Mel unfold the diaper. When Isabelle had handed the diaper to Mel, it had looked so small. "But look at it now," Isabelle thought, her mind unable to fully process the ultimate meaning of what she was observing, 'these are practically as big as my sweetnights!' In fact, they were just as big as her sweetnights. 

"Now, we're almost done," Mel said. "Do you know what's next Belly?" Mel asked, looking down at Isabelle.

Isabelle thought long and hard. 'What does come next.......' But she wasn't sure. Isabelle really did her best to think and try and be a great helper, but she had to concede defeat. "I don't know what's next," Isabelle confessed, feeling defeated.

"That's okay Belly. You've never changed a diaper before, so you wouldn't know. Next, we're going to put a little bit of lotion on Becky's bottom, and then add some baby powder. Do you want to grab that yellow bottle of lotion over there? Can you reach it?" 

Isabelle nodded, and reached out for the bottle of lotion at the far end of the changing table. No matter how hard she tried though, she couldn't reach it. Isabelle lifted herself up higher, letting her stomach fall on the end of the changing table, and her feet dangle, giving it one last attempter. "UUUUURRGHHHHH" Isabelle groaned, as she used all her power to stretch stretch stretch stretch and.........."GOT IT" Isabelle exclaimed, falling back onto her stool. 

"Great job Belly!" Mel responded, taking the bottle and pumping some lotion into her hand, before rubbing it all around Becky's diaper region. "Now a little powder - I'll do this part, I don't want you to spill," Mel said, as she flipped the white and blue bottle of powder, generously spreading it on Becky. Isabelle was once again overwhelmed by the smells. They just smelled so inviting, Isabelle thought. "...and last but not least, we tape her up!" Mel said, sealing the diaper shut, before pulling Becky's dress back down, and setting Becky on the floor. "Next!" 

'I'm next? What the heck does that mean?!?' Isabelle wondered. But she didn't have to wonder long, as she felt Mel's arms swing under her armpits, lifting her up easily to the table. 

"No No No No No No!" Isabelle started shouting. "I can do it myself! I can put a new pullup on myself!!!" Isabelle continued to shout as she tried, with every fiber of her body, to sit up and get off of the soft, padded table. Isabelle wasn't going to let a comfortable table distract her from the fact that Mel was trying to lay her down on a baby table. "NOOOOO!"

Despite her efforts, Mel held Isabelle down easily with one hand. Isabelle's efforts of resistance were futile. "Belly calm down this instant. I will not have you shouting. You need to behave like a big girl," Mel started. "Becky was so well behaved. I bet you can be too. Now I am going to lift my arm up so I can get something, and you better stay. I don't want to have to tell your mommy you didn't listen, or do I?"

'THAT IS SO LOW,' Isabelle thought. 'Mel is invoking the MOMMY CARD?!? SERIOUSLY?!?! WHY I NEVER!" Isabelle thought to herself. But Mel's strategy had worked - the mere threat of telling her mom that she had misbehaved was sufficient to send shudders down Isabelle's spine, a cold chill taking over her body. So Isabelle stopped resisting, and laid perfectly still as Becky lifted her arm up.

"See? I knew you could be good," Becky said, before going and retrieving something from Isabelle's bag, and returning, and setting it down on the table near Isabelle's feet. From her angle, Isabelle couldn't see what it was, but she didn't have to wait in suspense. "I know you can put these on all by yourself Isabelle. And normally I would let you. But were already up here, and I figured we would give you a little wiping too before we go and eat dinner. You are still a very big girl. And you're still going to be my special helper!" Mel said enthusiastically.

'You're damn right I'm a big girl!' Isabelle thought to herself, frowning and crossing her arms. 'What Mel said.....kind of made sense,' Isabelle thought. 'And the wipes kind of do smell good. Whatever,' Isabelle decided. Isabelle wasn't interested in having a fight with Mel over something so silly - Mel was there to babysit with her, and then hang out together. No reason to fight over pullups!

Mel continued to operate without minding Isabelle's little tantrum much, grabbing the sides of Isabelle's pants and pulling them down her legs, and over her feet. Isabelle didn't wait for Mel to ask her to lift her butt - Isabelle wasn't a baby. Isabelle knew how this operation worked, and intended to show Mel as much. "Smart girl," Mel said, as Isabelle had lifted her hips. Isabelle's plan was clearly working. 

"Whew, look at this pullup," Mel said, pressing her hand against the front and confirming what she already suspected - Isabelle had wet it again on the stool. "This is One. Soggy. Pullup Belly," Mel said, emphasizing each word, "good thing we got here in time!" Mel repeated the process with Isabelle's pullup, Isabelle lifting her hips once more without being asked, garnering a smile. Mel then took the pullup and carried it over to the Diaper Djinn, disposing of it, and returning to Isabelle.

"We're going to give you a quick wipe or two," Mel said, as she grabbed a few wipes and began cleaning Isabelle up, lifting Isabelle's legs to clean her more sensitive parts and butt. Isabelle recoiled at the coolness of the wipes at first, but adjusted as the scent of them filled her nostrils once more, relaxing her. Mel, for her part, noticed as Isabelle's body completely relaxed, offering her encouraging words. 

"There you go sweetie. See? Not so bad. Now I am just going to add a little dash of this," Mel said, accidentally pouring a little more powder than she intended on Isabelle, before rubbing it in. "And last but not least, we slide this up your legs," Mel said, finishing the change before lifting Isabelle up and setting her down on the floor. "Here are your pants sweetie, can you put them on for me?" Mel asked, before grabbing a few more wipes to clean her own hands. 

Isabelle found herself standing on the floor in Eric's room, wearing nothing more than her t-shirt and a pullup, and smelling like a toddler who had just had a change. She smelled like that, of course, because she just had been changed, very much like a toddler, on a baby's changing table, with her former best friend having wiped and powdered her. Isabelle could very much smell the combination of the wipes and powder wafting from her crotch up to her nose, keenly aware of what had happened to her.

What was Isabelle to do? She took one more deep inhale of the sweet smell emanating from her, and then stepped into her sweatpants, one foot at a time, before pulling them up. Isabelle then took Mel's hand once again, and followed her lead down the stairs toward the kitchen, content to be in a dry pullup.  

Isabelle, Becky, and Mel made their way into the living room, finding Eric happily babbling away in his bouncer. Becky went over to Eric and started to play with him gently, while Mel headed into the kitchen, Isabelle in hot pursuit after her. 

"Becky said she wanted macaroni and cheese Belly. Is that okay with you?" Mel asked, as she started retrieving a pot to fill with water. Isabelle had no objections, and so simply nodded, taking a seat at the table. Mel noticed that Isabelle was just sitting with her, and suggested she find a more fun way to occupy her time. "Why don't you go in the other room and play with Becky and Eric? You might have a lot more fun!" 

"No! I want to stay with you and be your helper," Isabelle responded. Besides, Becky was playing with Eric - those were baby games. Isabelle was not interested. 

Mel smiled. She was used to kids she babysat wanting to be with her, especially girls like Isabelle who thought they were a little older than they really were. Becky didn't mind, but didn't want Isabelle to get bored, and so put her to work. "Okay sweetie. Why don't you help me. Come here," Mel called after Isabelle, setting the pot down in the sink. As soon as Isabelle was next to Mel, Mel lifted Isabelle up by her armpits, and set her down on the counter. Isabelle liked the way Mel picked her up so easily; it made her heart flutter. "Your job is to turn the water on, and fill the pot, okay Belly? Not too full thought!"

Mel left Isabelle and went to the fridge to retrieve other items they would need. "I can do that Mel!" Isabelle called back, as she pulled the handle to turn the faucet on, letting the water pour out. Isabelle watched as the water fell into the pot, the sound of the rushing faucet playing like metronome in her head. Isabelle found her mind getting lost back to the planet Aquaria, mystified by the endless number of waterfalls which seemingly fell from the heavens, filling the planets surface. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....." Isabelle exhaled, remembering more peaceful times in Aquaria, and simultaneously wetting her pullup. 

Isabelle snapped out of her daydream as she felt the warm liquid get absorbed by her protection, cutting her pee off short. At the same time, Isabelle saw that the pot she was filling was overflowing, and quickly shut off the faucet. "Mel! I'm sorry! I filled it too much!" Isabelle announced, feeling silly for zoning out. Isabelle reached into the sink, trying to lift the pot to pour some out, but it was far too heavy for her to even tip over.  

Mel laughed and made her way over to Isabelle, peering into the sink. "What happened Isabelle!?" Mel asked playfully. "This is way too much water silly girl," Mel said, as she lifted the pot pouring half of its contents out, before setting it on the stove.

"Mel! Can you help me down! I hafta go to the bathroom," Isabelle asked. Isabelle didn't think it important to confess her little accident. Instead, she wanted Mel to see that she was a big, responsible girl who could pee in the toilet. Isabelle probably could have leaped down herself, but she liked when Mel lifted her, and wanted her  to do it again.

Mel went over to Isabelle, setting her down on the floor. "Good girl. Go ahead, and wash your hands please!" Isabelle nodded, and made her way quickly into the bathroom on the first floor, closing the door behind her before dropping her pants and pullup. Isabelle sat down on the toilet to finish her pee, focusing on the sweet smell of powder still coming out of her pullup. "Mmmhmmmmmmm" Isabelle moaned, as she finished peeing into the toilet. Isabelle pulled her damp pullup back on, before washing her hands and returning to the kitchen.

"Did we make it to the potty Isabelle?" Mel asked innocently, as Isabelle returned to her view. Isabelle went beat red at the question, her head bowing down. Isabelle wasn't sure why, but she started twiddling her thumbs and squirming a little. 

"....uh...yes," Isabelle replied, looking up. "I'm going to go play with Becky now," Isabelle said, informing Mel as she made her way around to the living area, taking the route through the hall as she did in order to avoid any testing of her lie by Mel.

'Sure you did kid,' Mel thought to herself, smiling. 'I'll find out later anyway.' Mel took a package of noodles, and dumped it into the now boiling pot of water in front of her, sighing. 'God these kids are adorable,' she thought, as she grabbed a jar of baby food, and set it on Eric's highchair. Mel then followed Isabelle into the living room to retrieve the baby.

Isabelle found Becky watching TV on the couch, and so joined her. Isabelle climbed under the blanket that Becky had laid out over herself, situating next to Becky and getting comfortable before joining her in watching Becky's show - Mutt Monitors. Isabelle quickly found herself getting lost in the fun, whimsical adventures of the Mutts, not quite hearing what Mel had announced to her and Becky as she took Eric in the other room. 'Probably wasn't important.'  

Isabelle finished watching the episode with Becky, and then found herself watching another one with Becky as well, before Isabelle finally heard Mel calling for her again. "Isabelle. Rebecca. Dinner is ready. Come on! I've been calling you! Time to get your heads out of the clouds!!" Isabelle could tell Mel was still being playful, but there was an obvious hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. It made Isabelle feel a little bad.

Wanting to help, Isabelle raised her voice as well. "Ya Rebecca. Let's go! It's dinner time!" Becky looked at Isabelle puzzlingly, before shrugging and getting off of the couch, and making her way to the kitchen. Isabelle followed. 'About time this girl listened to me,' Isabelle thought, as she continued to play babysitter in her head. 

"Alright. Isabelle, the purple bowl is for you. Becky, come sit next to me. The green bowl is for you. Now eat up! And don't forget your waters," Mel said, pushing two sippy cups, one toward each Isabelle and Mel.

Isabelle looked at the sippy cup, and then back at Mel. "I don't want a sippy cup! I want a glass please!" Isabelle was trying to ask nicely, but she was frustrated that Mel had given her this one in the first place. Becky, meanwhile, had already started drinking from hers.

"Isabelle, that cup is just fine. And there is already water in it," Mel responded, but offered the girl some faux solace. "It was all I could find anyway. I know you can be a big girl and set a good example for Becky and drink from it. Come on. Let's eat!"

Isabelle wasn't happy with the response, but it did make sense. 'If there really is nothing else to drink from, I suppose this will do. Besides, I am really thirsty. All that TV watching was exhausting!" Isabelle grabbed her sippy cup, lifting it up, before drinking the whole thing. 

"My, my!" Mel said, watching as Isabelle now dug into her mac and cheese with a plastic fork, "someone was very thirsty. Let me fill that up again!" Mel made her way over to the sink, unscrewing the lid to the cup, and refilling it with cool water. Mel made her way back to the table, setting the drink down, as Isabelle continued to inhale her mac and cheese. "Someone is a very hungry girl too! Slow down Belly, there is plenty more if you want it. 

Isabelle was not quite sure what had overcome her. But she was, in fact, starving. As soon as she finished her bowl of mac and cheese, she kindly asked Mel for a little more. "Can I have another bowl Mel?" Isabelle asked, as she picked up her water once more, and started guzzling it down. 

"Of course you can. Becky, please finish yours as well. I need to put Eric to bed now. I want to see that you are all done by the time I get back," Mel said, as she placed another full bowl of mac and cheese in front of Isabelle. Isabelle was not sure if Mel's directive was meant for her as well, but Isabelle figured there would be no harm in finishing her second bowl as well. 

Mel disappeared for about 15 minutes. In that span, Becky and Isabelle both finished their dinners, Isbaelle also finishing her second glass of water. By the time Mel returned, Isabelle had sunk down into her seat, sliding down so her back was laying where her butt should have been. Isabelle's feet were still dangling just above the floor, her stomach protruding out largely, full of cheesy noodles and water. 

"Looks like someone is very full!" Mel announced, as she returned holding a baby monitor. "I hope that doesn't mean you're too full to play a fun game!" Isabelle sat up straight as she heard the prospect of a fun game, inexplicably throwing her arm into the air, as though she was raising her hand to answer a question. 

"I wanna play a fun game Mellll! I wanna play!" Isabelle cried out. 'God forbid she think I'm too full to play a game!' Isabelle thought to herself, as she wiped her mouth, getting some residue cheese on her sleeve. 

"Haha okay Belly. Becky, do you want to play as well? I heard we had two young aspiring dancers here, and I thought we would play a ballet game!" Becky essentially shrieked at that comment. "Sounds like we have two takers. Isabelle, I see you still have your ballet slippers on. Becky, you can go to your room to get yours as well quickly if you want them." Mel was not shocked at all when Becky ran upstairs to find her own slippers. 

Isabelle followed Mel into the living room, where Mel turned the TV off, before shifting the couch out of the way to make more room. Mel then went over to her own bag, and pulled out the most interesting of objects - two little flashlights. 'What on earth is Mel going to do with those?' Isabelle wondered to herself. It felt familiar, but at the same time, Isabelle couldn't quite think of what it was familiar from.

As Isabelle and Mel waited for Becky, Isabelle reflected on her night so far. Sure, she wasn't being handed the lead responsibility in babysitting duties. Those had fallen to Mel. But twice now Isabelle had been assigned to watch Becky, and had done so well. Isabelle had also shown Mel that Isabelle could be trusted, and was a big girl, having gone to the bathroom all by herself. 'Still no need to share about that little accident.' 

But, hands down, the best part of the night had simply been being with Mel. Mel's cheerfulness was infectious; Isabelle was finally happy, happy to be with a friend. Even being with Becky made her feel better. But, in light of how terrible and lonely her times at school were, just being with Mel made everything better. Isabelle couldn't care less that Mel had wiped and cleaned her, pantsed and powdered her, or even that Mel had slipped a pullup up her legs. Isabelle only cared about one thing; she was with her friend again. It made everything else unimportant. For the first time, since she had left the eighth grade, Isabelle felt good about just about everything again. 

Becky emerged moments after Isabelle arrived at her epiphany, armed with her ballet slippers on her feet. "Great job Becky!" Mel announced, before taking the girls hand and leading her into the living room with Isabelle. "So, this game is REALLY easy, but its a lot of fun. You should know, however, that this is a game for big girl ballerinas. Are you two ready to be big girl ballerinas?"

'OF COURSE I'M READY!' Isabelle thought, as she once again shot her hand up in the air, while simultaneously nodding her head more rapidly than she ever knew she could. "Yes! Yes! I'm ready!" Isabelle called out. Becky, mirroring Isabelle, did much of the same. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," Mel responded. "I guess we will have to see if you both really are big girl ballerinas then!" Mel was being so much fun, Isabelle thought. The night couldn't have been going better. "Okay. So the game is simple," Mel explained. "I am going to play wonderful fun dance music on my phone. All you need to worry about is dancing. But there's a catch!" Mel said, playfully.

'A CATCH?!?! Woah, I wasn't ready for that," Isabelle thought to herself, genuine in her surprise.

"You see," Mel continued, "you can only dance when this" Mel said, showing the girls the flashlights she had in her hands, "is shining on you. Just like when you are on a ballet stage - you dance once the lights are on! Does that make sense?"

Isabelle had to think about it for a minute. 'So....only when the light is shining on me....then I dance....' Isabelle nodded. "I think I understand Mel." This game continued to feel oddly familiar. But Isabelle, for the life of her, couldn't figure out why. 

"Sometimes," Mel said, "the lights will be shining on both of you. Sometimes they wont be shining at all. Sometimes even, the light will be on one of you but not the other. Its very important that when the light Is not shining on you, that you FREEZE! Completely. Whatever position you are in, you need to stay completely frozen in!"

"This is going to be fun!" Becky exclaimed! Isabelle happened to agree, and nodded again to show Mel that Isabelle understood the rules perfectly. 

"Okay, lets get started. I'll go shut off the lights, and then we dance!" Mel made her way to the far wall, turning the lights off and starting to play a fun poppy kids beat on her phone. Mel then turned her two flashlights on, and hit each girl in the spotlight. "Let's see it girls! Let's see your best dance moves!"

As the music played, Isabelle found herself lost in the game. Mel made it a lot of fun, first keeping both lights on Isabelle and Becky for extended periods, before warning them she was going to turn them off. "Be ready girls....the lights could turn off at........ANY MOMENT!" She called out, before shutting them off. Isabelle found herself frozen on one foot, the other extended out behind her. Becky, for her part, was rolling around on the floor, and was frozen there. 

"And......BACK ON!" Mel called out, as she turned the lights back on, Isabelle and Becky immediately resuming to dance. Isabelle was having the best time, laughing and giggling, and looking at her friend Mel.

Eventually, Mel made the game more challenging, first turning Isabelle's light off, forcing her to freeze in a pirouette, but leaving Becky's on! 'That was tricky!' Isabelle thought to herself, almost falling over on her tip-toes on pointe. Then it got even more wild! Mel, almost simultaneously, turned Becky's light off, and Isabelle's back on. Isabelle had to think quick to continue her dancing, and also avoid Becky who was, while sort of frozen, laughing and giggling on the floor once again. 

Isabelle continued to dance away until Mel through yet another curve ball at them! Instead of turning one light off, and the other on, Mel seemed to abandon one flashlight, and simply move the light from Isabelle to Becky. "OH! Almost got you Belly!" Mel called out, as Isabelle froze in a deep plie, the light having shifted to Becky. Isabelle laughed - 'Mel was right, she almost did get me!' 

It was while Isabelle was frozen in her plie that the feeling hit her - a need to pee. Isabelle was about to ask to pause the game and run to the bathroom, when she hesitated. Isabelle couldn't explain why, but something held her back, something that told her not to leave. It was a nagging thought that entered her mind 'Why bother? you're wearing your pullups! That's what they are for!' 

Isabelle thought she wanted to resist the thought - wanted to push back. But she couldn't. And didn't. And if she was being honest, she didn't really want to at all. 'No......I want to just use my pullups...its too much work....' Isabelle admitted to herself. Though shocked at her own admission, Isabelle knew it was right, knew that this was what she was supposed to do, knew that's why she was in pullups. Nothing else mattered - she was there to be with Mel, to babysit Becky, and to have fun. 'Why let a silly thing like the potty get in the way of that,' Isabelle wondered.

In her head, Isabelle was deliberating for some time. In realty, Isabelle's consciousness processed all of this in a split second. And that split second was all that was needed, as Isabelle willingly, and without resistance, simply peed into her pullup, letting her padding quickly absurd her very full bladder, expanding, soaking, and spreading the warmth and comfort she had come to longingly want all around her. And then Isabelle smiled - she was happy, happy in her wet pullup. 

As she was finishing her pee, Mel shifted the light back on to Isabelle, who immediately started dancing; dancing and peeing, moving across the room without a care in the world. Isabelle felt great, though, admittedly, it was strange and more challenging dancing in a soggy pullup. Isabelle could feel the pullup having sagged lower between her legs, which made maneuvering more challenging. That said, she wasn't going to let it stop her, and soon forgot completely that she was even wearing her pullup, or that it was wet.

Mel announced that it was time for the Grande Finale. The finale, it turned out, was Mel rapidly turning the flashlights on and off, forcing Isabelle and Becky to dance and stop, dance and stop, dance and stop, every second or two. Isabelle and Becky were besides themselves, laughing and getting stuck in funny positions, mostly on purpose. Isabelle and Becky made sure, that when they were frozen, they put on the silliest of faces, and were in the silliest of positions. Little did either realize that they were very much revealing their respective sodden padding to Mel as they did so, the babysitter taking notes of her observations. 

"Annnnnnnd Take. Your. Bows. Girls!" Mel said, emphasizing each word, and Isabelle and Becky each took a bow to Mel. "There we go. Now, let's all take a minute to catch our breath, and its time to get ready for bed, for both of you!" Mel said. 

Isabelle had collapsed on to the floor, sitting on the warm cushion of her pullup, taking deep, long breaths. Isabelle was going to object, to protest the early bedtime. Isabelle didn't want the night to end - she wanted to stay with Mel! But Mel cut her off before she could.

"I'll have no bedtime fusses. And I see two girls who are looking a liiiiitttttllllle wet if I am not mistaken, so changes are in order. Isabelle, can you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth first? And I want you to try and use the potty while you're in there. It looks like you forgot at least one time. Let's try and do our best okay!?" Mel announced. "I'm going to take this one to put on a nighttime diaper on the changing table. Come to me when you're done." 

Isabelle nodded. She would try and go to the bathroom - 'For Mel!' She wanted Mel to be proud of her, just like she wanted her mom to be proud of her. "Okay Mel!" Isabelle said, without objection to any part of Mel's statement. Isabelle went upstairs to Becky's room, taking her toothbrush out of her bag, before leaving and going to the bathroom.

Isabelle stepped up on the stool at the foot of the sink, easily reaching the faucet on her perch and turning it on, before putting some of Becky's toothpaste on her brush. Isabelle brushed her teeth thoroughly when a twinge of pain hit her stomach. 'Ooooooof,' Isabelle thought, as the pain continued to increase. 'Not sure what that is, but I don't like it.' The pain hit her a second time as she spit out her toothpaste, and rinsed her mouth. 'Maybe I do need to go to the bathroom,' Isabelle thought, as she climbed down from the stool and moved it over to the toilet.

Isabelle pulled her pants off completely, before pulling down her drooping pullup, and stepping up on the stool, and sitting down on the toilet. Isabelle rested her feet on the stool in front of her, sitting and trying to go to the bathroom. But nothing happened. Isabelle's stomach continued to pain her, but she simply was not able to go. After about five full minutes, Isabelle managed to have a few droplets of pee. 'Yay!' Isabelle thought. 'I can tell Mel I went potty like a big girl now,' Isabelle concluded, stepping back up on the stool before descending, leaving the bathroom and quietly going to Eric's room. 

Isabelle found Mel just wrapping up Becky's diaper change, before patting her on the butt. "Go brush your teeth little bug," Mel said, before waving Isabelle over. "Hey Belly, were you able to go to the potty?"

Isabelle nodded with a big smile "Yup!" She was thrilled when she saw Mel smile in return. Isabelle really was having the best day she had had in a long time. And she was with her friend. This was all so wonderful. 

"Great. Now. I know I changed you last time, but I also know you can do it yourself. Do you want to put your fresh pullup on all by yourself, or do you want me to help again like last time?

Isabelle was not ready for that question. Isabelle had made such a fuss earlier, it would seem silly to let Mel change her. Isabelle was more than capable of doing that herself. Plus, she would be able to show Mel how independent she was. Isabelle was erring on the side of doing it herself, just as she felt another pain strike in her stomach.

But the question wasn't fair, Isabelle thought, as the pain lingered and then subsided. Even though Isabelle had objected, Mel had done a really good job changing her. Plus, Mel would use the wipes and the powder, things Isabelle could no doubt not do as well or herself. 'I'm not sure I can even reach them anymore.....I don't see Eric's stool anywhere,' Isabelle thought glancing around. 

Isabelle had apparently been taking too long to answer, prompting Mel to intervene. "It's okay if you want me to help sweetie. I know you're still a big girl. Come up. Up we go," Mel said, taking the decision out of Isabelle's hands. Though, Isabelle might confess, if pressed, that this was her preferred choice. Only if pressed though.

Isabelle laid down, closing her eyes as Mel diligently went through the process of changing her. Isabelle laid on the comfortable table as Mel slipped off her wet pullup, this time not squirming, shifting, or resisting at all. Mel returned from the diaper djinn, wiping Isabelle up with those nice smelling wipes again, before pouring a different powder, this time out of a purple and white bottle, on to her, and rubbing it in. Before she knew it, Isabelle was back on the ground, in her fresh, clean pullup, with Mel looking down at her with a smile. "There we go. Now off to bed."

Mel and Isabelle returned to Becky's room to find Becky already under the covers, fast asleep. Mel held Isabelle's hand, easing her into the trundle bed at the foot of Becky's bed, before pulling the covers over Isabelle, who laid in the bed in her t-shirt and pullup, opting not to put on her pajamas that night. "Sweet dreams Belly," Mel said, as she handed Isabelle Rabbity and closed the door behind her. 

Isabelle pulled Rabbity in close, and closed her eyes. She was feeling tired, and was ready to sleep. Only she didn't sleep well.

****

Isabelle woke up not long later. In truth, she couldn't tell what time it was, but only about twenty minutes or so had passed. Isabelle was woken up, however, by a familiar and uncomfortable feeling; the pain in her stomach had returned. Isabelle tried to adjust and go back to sleep, but the pain was a lot more persistent this time, and feeling a lot worse. 

Isabelle stood up, hoping that getting up would help her feel better. In fact, Isabelle thought, it made her feel worse. Isabelle was about to leave the room in search of help, when she realized she had no pants on. Isabelle considered, for a moment, fetching a pair, but decided there was no point. 'Everyone in this house knows I wear pullups.'

Isabelle left Becky's bedroom, Rabbity in hand, and still slightly delirious from waking up, in search of anybody to help her with her tummy. Isabelle made her way into Jess's room, thinking she and John might be back, only to find that it was empty. Isabelle thought she heard some noise from downstairs, so decided to go down in search of Jess or Mel. 

Step by step, Isabelle descended the staircase, each time her foot hitting a new stair, the pain of her tummy growing. Isabelle could see flashing lights from downstairs, likely from the TV, while the rest of the lights in the house had been shut off, it seemed. As Isabelle made her way down further, she could see the top of Mel's head from the staircase, focused on the TV. Isabelle continued to descend, until she saw what was on TV.

'HOW COULD I FORGET?!?!' Isabelle was beside herself. It was Friday night - episode three of the Emerald Chronicles was released. 'AND I AM WITH MEL!' Isabelle couldn't believe she had let it slip - she could be watching her favorite show, with her closest friend who like it, together. But instead, she was sleeping! 

Isabelle now descended the stairs a little more quickly. her stomach pain more of an afterthought than a priority. Isabelle's footsteps apparently were noisy enough to break Mel out of her focus from her show, who paused it and turned in time to see little Isabelle standing at the foot of the couch in nothing more than a shirt and pullup, holding her Rabbity by its ear. 

"Belly! Is everything okay? I put you to bed almost half an hour ago? What are you doing up? Is something wrong sweetie?" Mel asked, sitting upright and shifting the blanket off of her. 

Isabelle knew she would have to come up with a plan. Her mom did tell her to behave, and lying would not be behaving. But Isabelle also needed an excuse to stay downstairs and watch the show, even if she had missed the first half of it. So Isabelle opted for honesty. "I'm not feeling well Mel. My tummy is hurting."

Mel had stood up and made her way over to Isabelle at this point, now bending down and hugging the girl. "Awww poor girl! An achy tummy?! That's no fun! Do you maybe want to try to go to the bathroom while I wait out here for you?

'That is not acceptable - she will watch without me,' Isabelle thought, dismissing the idea. Isabelle shook her head no.

"Do you want me to come tuck you in and try to go back to sleep?" 

'Once again, that will not work.' Isabelle shook her head no again.

Mel had to consider her options. Isabelle was being difficult, but she was sad, and not feeling well it seemed. But Mel really wanted to just go back and watch her show. 'Can I? Its...not exactly appropriate for her. But she won't even know what she's watching....oh god, if I get in trouble for this.....' Mel thought, but she didn't want to stop watching. "How about you sit with me on the couch for a little bit, before we try to go to the bathroom and back to bed? Does that sound good?

'Excellent!' Isabelle thought, nodding rapidly. Mel smiled back at the girl, before taking her hand and leading her up on the couch. Mel returned to her spot, leaning back into the left side of the couch, as Isabelle leaned her left side down on Mel, resting her head against Mel's right breast. Mel threw the blanket over them both, before taking the remote and continuing their show. Mel wrapped her right arm around Isabelle, and gently ran her fingers up and down Isabelle's back.

Isabelle tried to watch the show, the best she could - it was at an excellent part too: 'it seems they are in the dungeons of Atria!' - but she had trouble with her stomach pain returning so. Isabelle nestled into Mel further, as Mel continued to stroke Isabelle's back, her eyes stuck on the TV.

At first, the pain seemed to feel worse, Isabelle thought. But as Mel continued to stroke her back, up and down, back up again, and down once more, over and over, Isabelle started to feel better. Isabelle continued to nuzzle into Mel's chest, growing more comfortable, her eyes fluttering and periodically resting as she laid with her friend, all of her troubles having gone to rest. Nothing else mattered.

Or at least Isabelle thought so.

It was in that completely relaxed state, laying against her friend, eyes and mind drifting off, that the pain in her stomach dissipated...

...only to remerge somewhere else. Somewhere further down. Somewhere in her gut. Isabelle didn't have time to react, to act, to do anything about it. Her body was acting against the will of her mind, naturally, consequently, and finally, without anything that could be done. Without any ability to stop it, Isabelle was left with no choice but to let it happen. In fact, Isabelle's body even encouraged it, wanting to expel the pain from her. Isabelle did the unthinkable.

She let loose.

 

 

 

Isabelle.

 

 

 

 

Farted. 

A big waft of gas emerged from her butt, and into her pullup. It was not the loudest fart, but it was noisy enough certainly for Mel to hear, as it sputtered and Isabelle sighed in relief. "Shhhh..shhhh..shhhh...." Mel whispered, as Isabelle caught her breath after pushing out the massive fart. Isabelle was already feeling better. 

And so it was, that when Isabelle felt the pressure building in her gut once more, she didn't bother to even think about it. Isabelle was excited, the relief that her first fart left her with only encouraged her to let the second one pass as well. Rather than even thinking about resisting it, Isabelle simply settled further into Mel, before actively pushing the second fart out. 

But no fart came. No, no fart came at all. What Isabelle had very willingly, very actively, very consciously pushed out, was something all together different. 

By the time Isabelle realized what was happening, it was too late. Isabelle felt as the crown of the first log of poop reached the very edge of her butt, tickling the outside of her, and begging to be released. Isabelle couldn't help herself though, as the relief it brought with it far, far outweighed the shame of what she was feeling. And that said quite a bit about Isabelle. 

So Isabelle pushed more, freeing the log of poop as it slithered out of her, longer, and longer, until it reached its end point and fell into her pullup. Isabelle gasped, her heart racing, her mind trying to understand what was going on. But her body continued to act. She was simply far too relaxed, Mel continuing to stroke her back, Isabelle continuing to nuzzle against her friend, her body continuing to push. And so Isabelle pushed alongside her body, forcing another, and then another, and then another log of poop into her pullup. 

The first log of poop had settled against the bottom of her pullup, slightly away from her skin. But by the time the second, equally large log plopped out of her, it was pressed against her butt. And so, when Isabelle pushed the third log out, and there was no longer room to fall down, it pressed itself backward, and up the backside of her butt, contained by her pullup. 

But the real problem was the fourth log. Isabelle could feel her poop pressed up against her skin, and knew there was very limited space left. But she couldn't resist, couldn't resist the relief, couldn't resist the freedom, and couldn't deny her body. So she pushed, and pushed more, until the fourth log of poop forced its way into her pullup, pushing itself forward into the only remaining free space the pullup offered. 

And just like that, it was over. 

Isabelle inhaled again, feeling great, feeling the pain of her stomach gone. For a full minute, Isabelle didn't care at all that she was in a poopy pullup. No, all she could care about what that she felt so much better. 

But then that minute passed. Isabelle's heart rate slowed. And Isabelle's mind came to terms with what had happened. Isabelle couldn't believe it. And Isabelle started to cry. 

Just prior to Isabelle's tears, Mel caught whiff of something she was all too familiar with. 'I knew she had to go.....ughhh........this isn't going to be easy.' Mel grabbed the remote, and paused the show just as Isabelle started to cry, flipping the blanket off of Isabelle's back, and pulling back her exposed pullup. Mel didn't really need to even do that, the distinct brown stain visible from the outside.

"Its okay sweetie. You were having an achy tummy and now we know why. Shhhhhh....shhhhhhh.....shhhhhhhh" Mel whispered, trying to console the girl who had just pooped herself. "Let's get you upstairs and changed and back to bed sweetie. Come on, well do it together...shhhhhhhh."

Isabelle hadn't even noticed when Mel had pulled her pullup back to confirm what she had done. Isabelle wasn't even quite sure what was going on, her mind not fully capable of understanding what had occured just yet. She simply followed Mel's instructions, and took her hand, waddling after her with a very full, very saggy, and very stinky pullup. 

Mel walked Isabelle into Eric's room, continuing to console her. "I need you to try and be really quiet sweetie. I don't want you to wake Eric up.....please Belly.....' Mel led Isabelle to the changing table, setting her down as the sounds of Eric's nursey rhymes played in the background. Mel knew what she had to do. They were the rules. But Mel knew Isabelle wasn't going to like them, as she pulled Isabelle's pullup down off of her, careful to make sure the poop inside was contained. 

"I need you to wait here sweetie. And please be quiet. You are making a little too much noise," Mel whispered, genuinely worried that Isabelle would wake Eric up. 'That would be a whole other problem I don't want tonight.' Mel disappeared for a moment, but Isabelle's crying only seemed to get louder. 

Mel returned, sans dirty pullup, and continued to console Isabelle. "Shhhhhhh sweetie its okay. You're okay. It was an accident....just calm down....shhhh....." But no matter what Mel said, nothing seemed to be working. 'She's not really leaving me much choice,' Mel thought, deciding to take a leap of faith and reach under the table for something, before meeting Isabelle's eyes. "Try this Belly. It will relax you. Just trust me. I will take care of everything," Mel said, as she pushed something toward Isabelle's mouth.

At this point, Isabelle was simply reacting. 'Mel told me to trust her. I always have. And I need to now,' Isabelle thought, as she accepted the item into her mouth, which turned out to be a pacifier. Isabelle didn't question it - she simply started sucking on it, in and out, in and out, and slowly but surely, started to calm down. 

Mel worked diligently, taking her time to clean Isabelle's very messy bottom. Wipe after wipe, Mel cleaned Isabelle up, turning and moving the girl in every direction to clean all of the poop off of her. 'Pullups really aren't designed for accidents like this,' Mel knew, as she continued to wipe the girl clean.

After what felt like considerable time, Isabelle's bottom and front were finally wiped clean, the lingering smell of her poop remaining from the mountain of wipes Mel had to use. "Don't move Belly. You're doing so well.' Mel said. Mel was glad that the pacifier trick worked - Isabelle had become considerably more calm, and was no longer at risk of waking up Eric. Mel considered taking it away from Isabelle, but they were almost done. 

"Okay Belly," Mel said, returning and reaching under the changing table to retrieve something. Isabelle could hear rustling above her, but simply didn't have the energy to lift her head. All Isabelle wanted was to be put into a dry pullup, and go back to bed. She was exhausted from this ordeal. But her night was not over quite yet.

"Butt up sweetie," Mel said. Isabelle, for her part, didn't react at first. Mel hadn't slipped the pullup up her legs yet. Why would she need to lift her butt? Isabelle turned her head to the side to look at Mel for the first time since the change started, and now understood why. Mel was holding a diaper. Mel was not giving Isabelle a pullup.

Isabelle started crying harder again and shaking her head. Isabelle continued to keep the pacifier in her mouth, but was not full on balling. "Shhhhhh Shhhhh Sweetie I know. I know you don't want a diaper. I know...but these are the rules Belly at Jess's house. A poopy pullup means a diaper. This is not optional sweetie. Now butt up." Mel decided that a firm hand would be the answer. And seemingly, it worked.

Isabelle lifted her butt, slowly, still crying. Isabelle knew Mel was right - those were the rules. In fact, Isabelle had applied them herself once upon a time. But now they were being applied to her, as Isabelle felt the diaper being slid under her.

Isabelle took deep breaths, continuing to suck away at her pacifier, trying to take in what was happening around her. Mel, sensing the girls stress, moved slowly and carefully through the changing process, taking her time, and soothing Isabelle at every turn. 

If not for how tragically upset she was, Isabelle would have told you how comfortable the diaper underneath her felt - how the fluffy, thick padding was unlike anything she had word before, as she settled into it, her body relaxing. 

If not for how tired she was, Isabelle would have confessed that the sweet smell of the lotion that Mel was rubbing on her putting her further at ease, relaxing her and slowing her breathing, releasing the tension from Isabelle's arms and legs that melted into the changing pad. 

If Isabelle could grasp the thought, she would have admitted that the powder Mel was pouring generously on to her and rubbing in, led her to close her eyes, to slow the rate at which she was sucking at the pacifier, the smell which seemed to displace every thought of sadness and despair about the situation. 

Finally, if Isabelle was being honest, she would have confessed how safe, happy and secure she felt as Mel pulled the front of the diaper up between her legs, before securing it tightly, and safely in place. 

Isabelle would have told you all of this, except that Isabelle couldn't. Isabelle had fallen asleep right there and then, the pacifier falling out of her mouth to the floor, completely exhausted from the ordeal. Mel simply smiled as she finished, picking sweet little Isabelle up, and carrying her to her bed before tucking her in.
 

19 hours ago, kerry said:

Once again I have to say how much I admire all of the aspects of this story you are pulling together so well. I especially enjoy Isabelle's magical moments and her flights of fancy: it's kind of wonderful that, this deep into the piece, I really don't know what the endgame is going to be. I have a theory (one that does not involve wormholes) that this is one of the rare ABDL stories in which the main character is able to regain what she has lost; it doesn't seem likely that the shoes, which were once the property of a great and famous ballerina, are magically regressing her with that as the only goal. My theory is that she is becoming an even better dancer because of this regression, and will, when she returns to herself, be a star.

I'm probably way off, but it's fun to think of these magical shoes passed from dancer to dancer and taking them on a journey back to their youth in order to make them prima ballerinas in their present...whether or not they happen to wear diapers.

Its an interesting theory, no doubt! I hope you like how it turns out, whether or not you are correct in the end! 

I am glad you are still enjoying the tale!

21 hours ago, Kahlez said:

So it reads like Isabelle didnt even noticed herself (good babysitter ) and didnt wonder why. Basically she is already well prepared for her next regression, maybe even this night. To see it positive no more problems with school and maybe she will spend more time with Becky having a lot of fun. 

She is so close but still so far away to make that connection and her mind getting younger is not helpful for her Investigation.

  

I'm glad you caught that! Isabelle didn't notice, that's for sure. Contrast to Mel's discovery! 

Oh, but at least she's looking the right place, no? Maybe? Maybe not! We all have to wait and see :) 

[Kahlez]

There are two things here. 

The first one is all that feels like someone planning it very detailed. Isabelle had a good time with Mel back in school and now again, she always has a good time with Becky but a terrible time recently in school. As if all was to make her wanting to be with those two even if this means to probably getting a bit younger. So maybe her wanting and accepting it plays a role in the process.

Second Becky...not sure if something is also up with her. In the beginning she had a full tantrum over wearing diapers. Now she not only dont care anymore but uses them like it the most normal thing to her. Maybe Becky has some Magic power she doesnt know about or something and wanted more time with Isabelle., so all this happens...ok weird Idea but that would be fun . 

[BabySofia]

Awww..... poor Belly had a sick belly! I have a feeling she'll wake up to the new norm being her diapees as she takes a step back like Becky has done. She hasn't really earned the potty anytime in the last couple days! Great callback to when she applied that rule a week or so back, I figured it would be coming back. 

Continuing to enjoy this, a part of me wondered like Kerry did about growing up, but I have a feeling that will be a natural growing up myself! She's probably just about to the end of her getting younger, I would guess about two is where she'll stop so she can regrow up as an even greater ballerina! 🙂

[keith60]

good story   i hope there is more