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

[pandylewdy]

GUH Its just so good!!!!! Third time I've re-read it and I still find little details in your writing!! Its fantastic!!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

I adore this story! It's not just that it's well written and clearly planned out, though that is a huge positive, but it's that it's paced so well that we, the audience, have our anticipation built to such heights that we're on pins and needles for what comes next.

Speaking as someone that is absolutely guilty of doing it, racing to the point that we all know is coming to some degree because of the content of the story leaves a lot of the nuance you've got here by the wayside and makes for a less satisfying story. You're building such a compelling narrative that the journey is the hero, not the conclusion, and I really cannot emphasize how wonderful a job you're doing.

I hope all is well with you and that you know that eagerness from invested readers is in no way an indication of impatience with you or the length of time between installments of your story. You truly have a great talent and I am very excited to see not only what more you have in store here but in future stories you write.

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 47

Isabelle slept better than she had in a long time. It was the type of sleep that Isabelle, months earlier, would likely have described as she "slept like a baby." Unfortunately, that particular idiom had taken on a whole new meaning in Isabelle's life. Now, it was more factual description. Suffice it to say Isabelle slept long, well, and undisturbed, a smile gracing her delicate face as she tucked Rabbity under her arms, the covers wrapped tightly around her thanks to Jane. 

When Isabelle woke up, she was feeling rested, overwhelmed with fulfillment, and just generally happy - a happiness that she hadn't felt since the day she started going back. The reasons were oblivious. 'I can't believe I got to see Dani,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she stretched her little legs out underneath her, reaching for the edge of her bed without success.

Isabelle herself knew why she had slept so well - it was the first night in a long time that her life was feeling in order; her days were passing more enjoyably at preschool with Julia and Becky, she had gotten to have dinner with Lola - who paid attention to her all night, - she had her dance class with Dani, who she had missed so very much, and even her weekend babysitting with Mel had been heartwarming. 'Everything is just......'

Isabelle was on the verge of saying perfect, but stopped. The adjective felt right as it first formed in her head. It felt warm as it jumped newly developing synapses in her brain, flowing down her brain stem. The word filled her with warmth as it bounced around her mouth, her tongue and vocal cords preparing themselves to pronounce the descriptor to the world.

It was only as the word made its way to the tip tongue, only when it appeared it was going to escape her lips, when it arrived at the last bastion of defense she had, that it froze, her body and mind fighting to stand firm in what she knew to be true. 'No.....' Isabelle was forced to remind herself. "Not perfect." This time Isabelle forced herself to say the words out loud, almost as though she needed to convince herself they were true. Perhaps she did need to. "None of this is perfect. Its not right. I need to -"

Just as Isabelle was completing her thought, she was interrupted by a pressing and desperate need. 'Oh sh-' Isabelle clenched over, staying thematically consistent as she was yet again unable to finish her thought, however apt the choice of word would have been. 'Oh god no.' Isabelle knew what her body was telling her - she needed to poop. 

Isabelle took a deep breath and contemplated her options. Isabelle knew she was running low on time, so quickly considered what she might do as she shifted her legs underneath her, feeling the swollen, warm, and what had come to be comforting, diaper underneath her. 'If I try and run for the bathroom, I am not sure I'll make it,' Isabelle concluded.

Isabelle weighed other options. 'I can call for help,' Isabelle considered. 'But that's not a very big girl thing to do.' Isabelle was desperate to think of what might be behind door number three, though hadn't entirely dismissed the idea of calling for help. 

There was of course, another option, one that was patently obvious to Isabelle when she had shifted her legs earlier. The option was practically calling out to her, inviting her, welcoming her to select it. 'There wouldn't be anything wrong with doing that,' Isabelle considered. After all, she was in a diaper for a reason - for emergencies, for accidents, to protect her from problems just like this. 'And it's not like I stayed dry during the night,' Isabelle reminded herself. 

It was alluring, Isabelle was forced to admit. Her stomach was aching for relief, and relief was readily in sight. Well, not sight, but it was wrapped around her waist. Isabelle was still feeling warm and happy under her covers, and wasn't ready to get out of bed yet, her happy morning still persisting despite her more immediate needs. And though she had been upset at her last two poopy accidents, this time it was.....'well this is different,' Isabelle decided. She was prepared this time for what would happen. She would be the one deciding it would happen.

'No,' Isabelle shook the thought off. 'No....I can't.....I can't do that. Not willingly. No.' Isabelle sighed, resigning herself back to option two, and deciding it was best to ask for help. 'Even if a big girl isn't supposed to need help.'

Unfortunately it seemed, Isabelle's mere consideration to simply let her bowels go had overtaken her body for just the split second she had allowed it to. The result? Her body had decided to act. Isabelle quickly did what she could to tighten up her body once more, but her needs were now at a critical level.

"MOMMMMMMMYYYYY" Isabelle called out desperately, though the action of calling for help itself didn't help, and caused enough seismic activity in her body that her sphincter opened at the small bit of force that was pushing out, and the head of the first log of poop making its way out of her. Isabelle was quite convinced she didn't have another call in her, and could only hope that her mom had heard her.

Fortunately for her, Jane came in almost immediately, opening the door with a joyous smile and glow to her that made Isabelle want to be with her mom more than anything. "Good morning my little princess! What's going on?" Jane asked, as she made her way toward Isabelle's bed, sitting next to her and kissing her head.

Isabelle responded in a quieter, more strained voice this time. "Mo..mmy.....poo...py....." It was all she could muster, as her mere speech opened up her body more, letting the head of the firs log push its way between her cheeks just as she stopped it.

"Oh my!" Jane responded, quickly realizing what was going on, but still being playful about the situation. "Sounds like someone needs to go potty! Let's carry you on to the potty like a big girl!" Jane announced. Though Isabelle doubted that was how many big girls made their way to the potty, she didn't care in that moment, and allowed her mom to pick her up out of her bed.

As Jane lifted Isabelle, another seismic rupture ensued. In the brief time between Isabelle being lifted up, and Jane's arms making their way underneath Isabelle's butt, Isabelle lost some control, and the small head of poop which had made its way out slithered it's way out from her butt cheeks, falling into the seat of her diaper. As Jane's arms swept under Isabelle's butt, Isabelle was able to regain control of what remained, sealing the walls before more poop breached gates. However, the little poop that did escape was quickly pressed up against her by her mom's awaiting hand. 

"Let's get you to the potty sweetie," Jane said, neither she nor Isabelle realizing that they were not quick enough to avoid a small accident. 

Jane carried Isabelle out of the room as Isabelle's head rested peacefully on her mom's shoulder. 'Never mind,' Isabelle thought, ignoring her bowels once more. 'The morning did get better,' Isabelle thought as she nuzzled her fact into her mom's neck, Jane's scent filling her nostrils and setting her body instantly at ease. "Thank you mommy." Isabelle said, unsure if she was responding to her mom's help, or simply thanking Jane for being her mommy. 

Jane quickly shifted Isabelle from her arms, down to the floor in front of the seat of toilet. Jane rapidly removed Isabelle's diaper by tearing the sides, and lifted her on to the toilet to sit without any further accident. Isabelle could hardly keep up with what her mom was doing, but as soon as she was seated on the toilet, her bowels let loose, one log of poop after the other. Isabelle sighed with relief.

"Better sweetie?" Jane asked, as she quickly inspected Isabelle's diaper, noticing the poop smear that had escaped. Jane wrapped it up quickly, not wanting to damage Isabelle's confidence. 'Poor girl...' Jane was already growing concerned about Isabelle's progression with potty training, but it seemed it was not getting better. 'One day at a time,' Jane reminded herself. 

Isabelle, for her part, never realized what had happened, and simply nodded to her mom's inquiry. "All done mommy," Isabelle responded, as she started to reach for the toilet paper. Before her small hand could reach it, however, Jane cut it off, holding it and preventing it from going further.

"Mommy will wipe you on your changing table," Jane told Isabelle. After seeing her daughter's diaper, Jane knew Isabelle would need a more thorough wiping with some baby wipes. 

Isabelle simply shrugged it off, and allowed her mom to lift her up, and carry her back toward her room to start the day. 

*****

Isabelle felt the car come to a stop. Isabelle had been distracted, and was not really paying attention to where she was headed, though she knew it was to school. Isabelle's mind had been elsewhere. More accurately, it hadn't shifted at all - her thoughts were still of Dani and Lola, of Mel and Becky, and of her mommy, the most wonderful of them all. 

Isabelle heard as her mom shut the driver's door, waiting for her to come around and get her out and take her to yet another wonderful day of pre-school. But Jane didn't open the side door - rather, Isabelle could hear her mom open the trunk to the car, and rummage with something behind the car before closing the trunk once more. Seconds later, Jane appeared at Isabelle's door as was expected earlier, only she wasn't empty handed. 

As Jane opened the car door, the mystery of the trunk visit had bene revealed. Next to her mom, as she was unbuckling Isabelle, stood a rather intricate and fancy looking stroller. The stroller looked like a masterpiece of design and engineering, crafted by a renowned brand - RISABABY - known for its unparalleled quality and elegance. Its sleek frame was made of lightweight carbon fiber, giving it both strength and a modern allure. It was engineered to provide the smoothest ride for Isabelle, effortlessly gliding over any terrain, be it a rough cobblestone street or a pristine park pathway.

Isabelle was a little startled as Jane lifted her up, and placed her into the seat of the stroller. As Jane bent down to buckle Isabelle in, Isabelle took in her surroundings. The seat felt like a cozy cocoon to Isabelle. Isabelle wouldn't have known, but the seat was lined with plush, hypoallergenic padding. The seat cradled Isabelle's little body as she settled into it, ensuring her comfort. Jane finished securing the five-point harness system, securing Isabelle safely in place, leaving Jane with no worries about her adventurous daughter wiggling her way out of the seat.

Isabelle's eyes glanced upward as her mom disappeared behind her. The canopy of the stroller was a marvel in itself. Isabelle immediately noticed as she was shielded from the harsh rays of the sun, through still allowing her to observe the world around her without any hindrance. As Jane began to push, Isabelle felt the smooth ride the high-grade wheels provided, swiveling and maneuvering, granting Jane exceptional mobility.

Jane had selected the stroller specifically because of its safety, but also because of the multitude of storage options that adorned the stroller. A spacious under-seat basket provided ample room for Jane to stash the diaper bag, snacks, and other essentials. There were also compartments built into the handlebar, perfect for holding Jane's phone, keys, and even a cup holder for a cup of coffee or bottle of water.

Isabelle started to look around, and noticed that they were not in front of the pre-school. "Mommy - where are we?" Isabelle still was not sure why they were not in the normal parking lot, and more importantly, why she had been placed in a stroller. 'I want to walk mommy! I can walk!" Isabelle called out, kicking her feet to no avail, intent on asserting her independence. 

Jane, however, did not relent. "Sweetie there was no room in the parking lot so I had to park across the street. Sit still. We will be at your school in just a minute," Jane explained, as she stopped at the crosswalk and pushed the pedestrian crossing button. Normally Jane would have let Isabelle walk. The stroller was really for long days or more treacherous areas. But they were already going to be late to school, and Isabelle often got distracted while they were walking. 'Not in the mood to pull her the whole way,' Jane had decided when she unfolded the stroller. 

As the signal to cross changed, Jane made her way across the street, pushing the stroller with ease in front of her. Isabelle decided to simply let things be, noticing some advantages to sitting in the stroller. First and foremost, Isabelle had been finding her mind stretched thin lately. It was harder and harder for Isabelle to focus on a number of things at once, sometimes even a single thing. The stroller removed any effort Isabelle needed to put on focusing on her steps, or where her mommy might be, freeing her mind for other activities. 

Second, and though Isabelle hated to admit it, the stroller was incredibly comfortable. In fact, Isabelle was not sure if she had ever sat in a more comfortable chair. There were no bumps, no uneven surfaces, no problems at all. The RISABABY was absolutely perfect, and she felt like a princess being ushered about on her palanquin. It was quite lovely.

Isabelle's mind was brought back to reality as her mom turned the stroller around, so she was now facing backward. Jane opened the door to the pre-school, and lifted the stroller up over the last step. Rather than unbuckle Isabelle at the front, Jane elected to wheel her all the way to the classroom. As they approached, however, they ran into two familiar faces.

"Morning Jane," Jess's familiar face rang from the front of the classroom door. Holding Jess's hand of course was Becky, who waved to Isabelle. "And Good morning to you too Belly. Lucky girl getting a ride all the way to the door today!" Isabelle turned a little red, embarrassed that Becky was not also in a stroller. Isabelle crossed her arms and started to pout in response.

"Oh she's a little grumpy. We had to park across the street," Jane offered as an explanation, bending over to unbuckle Isabelle. "But I bet her mood will change soon, since she gets to see her new friend tonight again," Jane offered teasingly, speaking to both Jane and Isabelle. with the last buckle undone, Isabelle hopped out of the stroller, with a confused look on her face. 

Jess removed any confusion. "Oh that's right. You're having Sam and his daughter over tonight, right?" Jane nodded to confirm. "And then you have your whole weekend....how fun!"

Isabelle's mind went elsewhere as Jane and Jess continued to chat about things Isabelle didn't quite understand. It didn't matter though - none of that was important. She was going to get to see Lola again tonight! 'I am the luckiest, girl in the world,' Isabelle thought, as her mood changed instantly and she made her way with Becky into the classroom, where Miss Deena was just beginning to start her class with Miss Samantha. 

******

Isabelle was beginning to feel that every day at pre-school was better than the last. The morning started much like the others, with group circle time int he middle of the room on the rug. As the morning circle started, Miss Deena and Miss Samantha told the class they would be starting off with music that day, to which Isabelle, flanked by Julia and Becky, clapped about happily. 

Miss Deena pulled out her guitar, as Miss Samantha banged a tambourine along with her. The children all sang lively songs together, most of which Isabelle recognized right away. They laughed at the silly noises that Miss Samantha made when they sang "Old MacDonald," screamed out answers as they sang a counting song together, and even though Isabelle struggled to get the answers right, had fun.  

After music class, Miss Deena and Miss Samantha handed out workbooks to all of the children, along with a set of stickers with animals on them. The goal of the exercise, Miss Samantha explained, was to take the animal sticker and put it into the correct habitat in the stencil book, which had the Arctic, the jungle, a city, the ocean, and all sorts of other habitats. Once the sticker was in the right habitat, Miss Samantha told the children they could spend the rest of their time coloring the pages before lunch.

Isabelle felt she had done a pretty good job. Isabelle found a sticker of a majestic lion, correctly placing it in the jungle. Isabelle also accurately put the polar bear in the Arctic. Isabelle was also able to put the seal in the ocean. But there were others that Isabelle struggled with. Isabelle was confused where she was supposed to put the panda bear, deciding he might be happy living in a metropolitan city. Isabelle also didn't recognize one of the animals, which turned out to be a narwhal, mistaking it for a unicorn which she placed in the forest. Despite getting frustrated with putting the animals in the wrong spots, Isabelle largely had fun with the game, and had even more fun coloring the pages. 

By the time lunch came around, Isabelle was feeling very hungry. Unfortunately, Isabelle was delayed in going to eat. Despite being asked a few times to use the potty, and despite each of her friends successfully using it themselves, Isabelle shook off the numerous requests to use the potty. The result? Isabelle had wet herself twice that morning, and was in desperate need of a fresh pullup by lunch. 

"Belly," Miss Deena explained, as she started changing Isabelle, "I want you to really try to use the potty this afternoon, okay sweetie?" Isabelle felt guilty as Miss Deena was changing her. Isabelle had known on at least the first occasion that she needed to pee. 'But I was having too much fun singing,' Isabelle thought. The second accident was just that - Isabelle had been too distracted by other things. But Isabelle knew there was a correct answer.

"Okay Miss Deena." 

Unfortunately, Isabelle didn't have much more success that afternoon. After lunch, and during naptime, Isabelle soaked through her pullup again. When she woke up, Isabelle tried to deny that she was wet to Miss Samantha. Unfortunately Miss Samantha checked and confirmed that Isabelle was wet. Isabelle felt badly about lying, but after what Miss Deena had said, Isabelle had felt a lot of pressure to not have another accident. Miss Samantha took Isabelle for another change, and sent Isabelle on her way. 

Isabelle was glad that Miss Deena had assigned quiet time that afternoon. After her series of accidents that day, Isabelle was content to continue working on her magical theory for the first time in days. Isabelle settled herself into one of the reading nooks, and pulled out her investigative journal, slipping to the more recent pages to familiarize herself with where she had left off.

Isabelle arrived at the last page she had drawn at. Starring back at her was the magical princess, with her ruby red hair, her stunning, shimmering crown atop her head, and her rainbow magical dress. In her hand of course, was her wand, the Star Rod, the very source of the magic that Isabelle had hoped.

As Isabell continued to examine her picture, a thought occurred to her. ''It makes no sense to find a magical princess, or witch, or wizard, or even a fairy, if I can't offer them the means of changing me back!' Isabelle deduced. 'It would be QUITE rude of me to just demand that a magic user change me back, without offering them help to do so!' How had Isabelle not considered this before?

Isabelle's conclusion seemed so obvious to her as she sat there looking at the picture. 'First things first,' Isabelle concluded, 'I need to learn more about this star rod.' Isabelle thought long and hard about her next steps. "If I am going to ever find this magical star rod, I am going to have to learn more about it," Isabelle said to herself out loud. Isabelle was confident this was the right path forward.

With her tiny hands clutching her array of colored pencils, Isabelle turned to a new, blank page, and got to work. Isabelle worked diligently, carefully sketching a long, curving line that formed the wand's handle. The handle was a dazzling shade of blue, just like the summer sky on a clear day. Isabelle smiled with satisfaction - 'the blue represents the origins of the wand - it comes from the sky' - as she moved on to the next step.

Gently, Isabelle did her best to draw a star at the top of the handle. Isabelle had to stop at one point, to make sure she counted the correct number of points the star needed, before returning to trace the star with her yellow pencil. Once the outline was complete, Isabelle worked to fill the star with an array of colors, reflecting the beauty of a rainbow, and the power that came from each color.

'It's the most powerful wand that's ever existed,' Isabelle thought to herself. 'It needs every single color to reflect its power!' Each point of the star held a different hue, from fiery red to calm green, and every shade in between. Isabelle's eyes lit up with wonder as she realized she was drawing the exact wand she would need to offer a magical princess to help her.

As she finished the star, Isabelle reflected on the drawing and decided more was missing. 'This is no ordinary wand,' Isabelle thought, as she released her bladder into her pullup, prioritizing her drawing instead. Isabelle grabbed more colored pencils, adorning the wand's handle with even more stars, scattered like tiny stars in the night sky, shimmering like diamonds. Isabelle's pencil danced across the paper, leaving behind trails of glittering stardust. With every stroke, she felt a tingling excitement, as if her creation was coming to life.

As Isabelle added more details, the star rod seemed to gain a life of its own. Glittering streams of light swirled around the wand, radiating an enchanting glow that warmed Isabelle's heart. She could almost feel the magic flowing through her colored pencils as she continued to draw, the wand's power almost bursting off the page. 'Where am I ever going to find a wand of this power?' Isabelle wondered, but she couldn't be stopped, as she paraded the wand with more colors, more power. 

Lost in her own little world, Isabelle embellished the wand with intricate patterns, shimmering colors, and dazzling swirls. Each design carried a different meaning—a wish for happiness, a dream of adventures, a hope for endless joy, and of course, a power to undo what had happened to her. With every touch of her pencils, Isabelle poured her heart, her love, and her commitment into her masterpiece.

Finally, Isabelle added a touch of sparkle to the star's center. She imagined that this magical gem could grant any wish its owner desired. It was the core of the wand - the Star Rod's true power - concealed within its center. Only the caster could truly understand it's power, could wield the all powerful wish, could know what the true desire of the caster - or castee - was. It was the very heart of the Star Rod, and it pulsated with the purest form of magic—the magic of love and innocence.

As the last stroke of color touched the paper, Isabelle beamed at her creation—a dazzling Star Rod that seemed to come to life on the sheet. She held it up, feeling a surge of power jump off the page and into her chest. To her, this drawing wasn't just a picture—it was finally the first step toward solving the conundrum that had overtaken her life, and nothing would stop Isabelle from getting back now. 

Well, other than that she needed another change. 

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"Oh god. How on earth is it already 6:15?!?!?" If there had been another adult in the room, they would have quickly recognized the stress, nay, the panic in her voice. Sam and Lola were supposed to arrive at 6:30 for dinner, and Jane was, simply put, not ready at all. Jane stood in her cozy kitchen, covered in flour, egg, and tomato sauce all over her apron, body and face. 'I look more like Isabelle than a functioning adult,' was all Jane could think in that moment. 

Isabelle, for her part, was laying on the ground nearby, intending on playing with a doll she had brought downstairs. But Isabelle had been distracted for the better part of the afternoon. 'Mom never acts like this in the kitchen,' Isabelle noticed right away. Indeed, most of the meals Jane made were very simple. And so, when Jane had sat Isabelle down on the ground and gone about making fresh noodles for a homemade lasagna, Isabelle's focus had been on her mom.  

Jane knew the dish was ambitious. 'But I can't exactly serve them what a normally make.' Jane was used to cooking for a toddler and herself, not for someone she cared about deeply. It didn't help that she was late getting home; Miss Deena had wanted to talk about Isabelle's accidents again, and they unfortunately got stuck in rush hour traffic on the way home. True to form, Isabelle needed to be changed again when they got home, Jane opting to put Isabelle into a nighttime diaper, explaining to Isabelle that it would be easier to put her to bed after Lola and Sam left.

The worst part of the afternoon however, had been Jess calling. Jess was supposed to take Isabelle for the weekend, as Sam had planned a weekend getaway for himself and Jane. Jane was going to let Isabelle know that evening. Unfortunately, John's mom had taken a bad fall and everyone was going to go visit her for the weekend out of town. So that put a damper on the afternoon.

Jane was intent to not let it ruin their night though. Once Isabelle was finally settled, Jane carefully laid out the ingredients for a delicious homemade lasagna, working as fast - and consequently, as messily - as she could as the minutes and seconds ticked away.

Isabelle could sense that her mom was overwhelmed, and so set her doll down and decided to help. Isabelle stood up, flattening the dress her mom had put her in down, and crinkled her way over to her mom, tugging at her mother's apron. 'Not now sweetie. I need a few minutes," Jane responded to the tugging, making her way over to the stove to make sure the sauce wasn't burned. 

Isabelle knew her mom needed help, even if she wasn't ready to ask for it. Isabelle decided that she would take care of dessert, since her mom was so focused on the meal. Isabelle turned around, spotting a bag she knew was the foundation of any good dessert, and started making her way across the kitchen. Isabelle's bright eyes were filled with excitement as she reached for the bag of flour on the counter, her fingers just beginning to edge the bag over the side. 'Nearly........there.......' Isabelle thought, straining and reaching for the bag, which was about to fall over. 

Jane, catching a glimpse of what was happening at the last second, managed to prevent disaster. Jane darted across the room, inadvertently dropping the stirring spoon with sauce on the floor, before gently moving Isabelle's hands away from the bag of flour, and laughing, "Not this time, sweetheart. Flour isn't for playing."

Isabelle felt a little discouraged as her mom moved the flour our of her reach. "I am helping mommy!" Isabelle declared, and Jane couldn't help but smile back at her. 

"I know sweetie. But if you really want to help mommy, you can play with your dolly and keep your pretty dress clean for me, okay?" Jane looked at the clock, as she bent over to pick up her spoon and wash it off - 'already 6:22 and I don't even have the lasagna in the oven.' More panic was starting to set in. 

Her mom had asked nicely, but Isabelle knew that she could do more to help her mom than just get out of the way. So as Jane returned her attention to the sauce and the oven, Isabelle changed tactics. 'If I just do whatever mommy does, that must be helpful!' So Isabelle stood nearby, doing her best to mimic her mom by pretending to stir the air with a wooden spoon. Giggling, Jane let her daughter play chef for a moment while trying to keep an eye on the simmering sauce.

However, Isabelle's curiosity soon led her to another adventure. 'Stirring is boring!' Isabelle announced to herself. Instead, Isabelle found a better ingredient to cook with. Just on the kitchen island, Isabelle spotted a bowl of fresh eggs and simply couldn't resist the temptation.

'Those will help with my dessert,' Isabelle decided, making her way to her stool with the booster seat, and climbing into her spot. After making her way up - and always in an attempt to be helpful - Isabelle grabbed two eggs for what she decided would be her pie. 'It will be just like the one I made with Julia and Becky!' 

Carefully, Isabelle tried to descend from her booster seat, making sure her feet were firmly placed on the rung of the stool, and then the ground as she made her way down. It was almost the perfect landing, but as her last foot hit the ground, Isabelle slipped a little and accidently let go of one of the eggs, watching as it fell, fell, fell, and then.....

*SPLLLLAT*

The startling noise of the egg cracking on the ground had two effects; first, it shocked Isabelle such that she tightened her hand into a ball, crushing the second egg. And second, of course, it caught Jane's attention. a split second of silence pierced the room, just as embarrassment and shame overwhelmed Isabelle.

Isabelle couldn't do anything to stop it. The tears formed by themselves, and a bellow from the pit of her stomach took over control, as she let the crushed egg and yolk in her right hand open up, and wailed for Jane. "MOMMMMMMMYYYY" Isabelle cried out, as tears poured down her cheek. 

"Oh no, Isabelle!" Jane exclaimed as she rushed to intercept her daughter before Isabelle made a mess of the yolk all over her dress. Jane rushed to her daughter to comfort her, grabbing some paper towel on the way. "Shhh Shhh it's okay sweetie," Jane explained, careful to not let Isabelle get any egg on her outfit - 'not that it makes a difference anymore.' Jane took her time wiping a few droplets of egg from Isabelle's hands, and smiled at her little helper. "Thank you for trying to help sweetie,' Jane said. Isabelle hadn't done anything wrong, and normally Jane knew she could keep a better eye on her daughter. "But let's leave the eggs for Mommy, okay?" Isabelle nodded, sniffling away more sobs.

Just as Jane felt she had regained control over the situation, the inevitable happened; the doorbell rang.

"Well," Jane thought, standing up, "at least he's about to learn what he's in for! Why don't we go open the door together?" Jane proposed to Isabelle, before laughing at what she could only imagine they looked like. Jane couldn't help but smile at the situation; she was perfectly imperfect, and Jane knew that Sam would have a good laugh about this, even if it was at her expense. 

Isabelle offered her left hand to her mom, which Jane accepted, as Isabelle wiped her running nose with her right one. Together, they made their way to the door, opening it up for Sam and Lola. The juxtaposition between the two sets of parent and child was comical. On one side of the threshold to the home stood Sam, standing tall in his perfectly pressed button down shirt, his beard neat as a button, and wry smile as perfect as ever, and Lola, standing perfectly upright in a designer pair of jeans, and a cute floral print sleeveless top with ruffled trim. On the other, Jane, sweaty, sticky, her apron, shirt, and skin, covered in various patches of flour, egg, sauce, and all manner of ingredients, and Isabelle, who had somehow also managed to get flour on her legs and arms as well, egg yolk dropping from her hand, and remarkably, wearing only one sock.

The pairs stood in silence for what felt like a full minute, taking in the respective sights of one another, and Jane bearing a look of despair, before Sam chimed in. "So," Sam started. "How can we help?" Isabelle watched as all three of Lola, Jane, and Sam laughed genuine, loud laughs. Isabelle wasn't entirely sure what the joke had been, but decided to laugh as well. In the end, all Isabelle had wanted to do was help anyway. Now, everyone was going to get to. 

Lola and Sam came in, and immediately went to work to help Jane. Sam was in charge of stirring the sauce, while Jane worked to make the layers for the lasagna. Lola helped clean the egg off of Isabelle's hands, lifting her up and supporting Isabelle's diapered butt so she could reach the sink. Lola than wiped down Isabelle's legs, and found her missing sock, returning it to her foot. 

"Much better cutie pie," Lola added as she finished dressing Isabelle. Isabelle couldn't help but blush, before hugging her friend. "Now," Lola proposed, "why don't you take me upstairs and show me your room while the silly grownups finish cooking, okay?" Jane mouthed a desperate and genuine 'thank you' to Lola as Isabelle took Lola's hand and dragged her upstairs. 

"I have some unfortunate news," Isabelle heard her mom say to Sam, just as Isabelle was climbing the stairs. Whatever it had been, Isabelle didn't want to, or care to know. Isabelle was simply too excited to show Lola her room, forgetting for one brief night that Lola was supposed to already have been there before. 

Isabelle went about showing Lola all the parts of her room, filled with excitement. "And over here is my dollhouse. OH OH OH and over here is my bed. It's a princess bed, see? AND OH here is where I color. And this is Rabbit. AND AND AND!" Isabelle was on a high as she showed Lola around, pointing out all her favorite places to be, and her favorite things to do. Isabelle was so excited and distracted as she showed Lola around, she hadn't even noticed when she started peeing into her diaper.

Lola couldn't help but enjoy the little girl's excitement. 'I guess this is what it would be like to have a little sister,' Lola thought to herself, the idea more of an unfulfilled fantasy than reality. "Well, perhaps fantasy not much longer,' Lola wondered to herself. Every time Isabelle showed her something new, Lola made sure to ask Isabelle a lot of questions about it. Without realizing it, Lola was actually really enjoying herself, and was almost as surprised as Isabelle was when Jane shouted up the stairs that dinner was ready. Lola looked at her watch 'I can't believe a half hour went by so fast.'

"Let's go cutie," Lola announced, picking Isabelle up and wrapping an arm underneath her. As she did, Lola become immediately aware of Isabelle's wet diaper, but decided to let it be. 'I am sure it can manage through dinner,' Lola thought, but noted to say something to Jane. 

For her part, Isabelle was famished by the time Lola sat her down at the small kitchen table that they never used. Jane had to move Isabelle's booster seat into one of the chairs Jane had collected from the basement, and it felt odd to sit in. But Isabelle didn't care enough to hesitate eating, digging her plastic fork into her pre-cut up pieces of lasagna as soon as she sat down. 

"Change of plans for the weekend sweetie," Sam said, as he took his seat at the cramped table next to Lola. "Looks like I am going to be in town after all." Sam's expression changed to reflect his disappointment, though Isabelle wasn't paying attention.

"Oh no," Lola responded, genuinely upset for her dad and for Jane. "What happened?"

This time Jane provided the response, as Sam chewed his first bite of the lasagna. "Oh it's just that my friend cancelled on us. Her mother-in-law needs some help, so they are heading out of town and there is no one else to watch Isabelle for a whole weekend." Jane was doing her best to conceal her own sadness at the situation. She had been looking forward to her weekend away with Sam all week. 

Isabelle's head perked up for a minute at the sound of her name, though she wasn't sure why she was being discussed. Before Isabelle could ask, Lola interrupted.

"I can watch her."

The room was suddenly quiet again, just like when the doorbell rang. It wasn't the same kind of silence this time. This time, it was more of a result of surprise than panic.

Lola's offer was sincere, but that was not the cause of the shock. No, instead it was the excitement with which Lola asked that took everyone by surprise, But Lola doubled down.

"Really. I can. I can watch her," Lola repeated, unsure if she was trying to convince Jane or herself. "I want to watch her. I want you two to have fun this weekend." Lola knew her dad had been excited about this trip, and suspected Jane was too.

Jane broke the silence on the subject, offering the kind of smile a parent does when someone offers something sweet, but is going to be denied nonetheless. "That's a very sweet offer of you Lola, but I know you have much better things to do with your weekend. And besides, she's quite a lot to deal with. She.....well you know she's not quite potty trained yet, and isn't used to me being away." It meant a lot to Jane that Lola would even offer, but Jane knew it wasn't a fair thing to ask of Lola. And Isabelle really wasn't used to being away from Jane for more than a night - there was no telling if Isabelle would be a challenge.

To everyone's continued surprise though, Lola insisted. "Jane I promise it's fine. I am happy to. I...." Lola wasn't sure how to explain it. "....I like spending time with her. It's not work - it's....it's fun." Lola really wasn't sure what it was, but there was something special about Isabelle, and she really did enjoy spending time with the girl. 

Slowly but surely, Isabelle was starting to figure out what was going on. 'I didn't know mommy was going away, but this might work out for me,' Isabelle thought. And so Isabelle cheered out, convinced it was a done deal. "Yay! "I wanna stay with Lola!! Lola! Lola!" Isabelle cheered out again, bringing a smile to everyone's face.

Sensing there might be an issue with Lola's kind proposal, Sam intervened. "Do you now? Well, why don't you let you mommy and I discuss it later, and we can see. For now, why don't you tell me all about your dance class yesterday. Did you have fun with Dani?" Sam asked, changing the topic. Sam knew his daughter's offer was genuine, but also knew that it wasn't fair to make Jane so out loud that she might not be ready to leave Isabelle alone with Lola, something Lola may not have considered.

Isabelle's eyes perked up at the question. 'YES! It was the best!" Isabelle was a little surprised that Sam knew Dani, not quite making the confection right away. Instead, much to everyone's amusement, Isabelle's first thought was much different "Do you take dance classes with Dani too?" In fact, Lola nearly spit her food across the room, composing herself at the last second. After it was cleared up, Isabelle went on to explain all the fun she had, going through the lessons they did, and proclaiming Dani as the best dance teacher there ever was.

The rest of dinner went along wonderfully, much like all the time the four spent together did. The night was full of smiles, laughs, and of course, lots and lots of Isabelle. As dinner was beginning to end, Sam and Jane worked to clear the table. Lola laughed at the sight of Isabelle, her face and hands covered in sauce and cheese. As Lola worked to help clean Isabelle up, Isabelle started to yawn, before settling her head on her arms on the table, her eyes fluttering open and closed. 

"Let me take her up to bed, looks like I have a sleepy little girl" Jane stated, "I'll be right back." 

"No." Lola blurted out, faster than she realized, before collecting herself. "I....I can take her Jane." Lola recognized this would be an opportunity to prove herself, as she stood up. "Really," Lola repeated, "I insist. You stay here with dad. I can do this, really. I promise." 

Jane hesitated for a moment. 'I want to let her do this. She really cares about Isabelle, and it's obviously important to me that they like each other.' But Jane also knew there was so much to do, and she couldn't ask her boyfriend's daughter to do it. 'But he's more than my boyfriend. And she's more than just that too,' Jane admitted to herself.

Lola sensed Jane's hesitation. "Jane, she's in good hands I promise. I can help her get dressed, and help brush her teeth and,' as if sensing what Jane would interrupt her with next, 'I can change her diaper if she needs it. I can handle this. Trust me.' Lola's offer was made with confidence, control, and most importantly, love.

Jane couldn't help but be filled with joy as she heard Lola's speech. It was, however, only as Sam rested his arm on her lower back, as though to encourage her to give Lola a chance, that Jane relented. "Okay. Okay sure," Jane repeated, before turning to Isabelle. "Lola is going to take you to get ready for bed, okay sweetie? You be a good girl for her." 

"Yay......" Isabelle mumbled, with as much enthusiasm as her little tired body would allow, somehow finding the energy to fight off her sleepiness for just a moment. Lola smiled, happy that Isabelle wanted Lola to be the one to get Isabelle ready for bed, scooping Isabelle up and carried her up the stairs. 

"I'll be back in a bit," Lola called back, Isabelle's head resting against her friend's shoulder, her arms wrapped around Lola' neck, and her eyes firmly shut. 

Lola took Isabelle directly to the bathroom to help her wash her hands and face more thoroughly, before helping Isabelle brush her teeth. Lola made sure that Isabelle brushed every single tooth. "You need a really bright smile if you're going to be a ballerina Belly, better brush them all," Lola reminded the toddler. 

Once Isabelle was done, Lola carried Isabelle to her room, and laid her down on the changing table. Lola had decided to change Isabelle regardless - 'the last thing I need is to be the girl who forget to change her and she leaked.' But when Lola tore the diaper sides off, she was surprised at just how wet Isabelle was. "You practically soaked through this diaper you little puddle monster," Lola joked playfully to the sound of Isabelle's giggles. 

Lola took her time changing Isabelle. 'Dani is so much better at this kid stuff,' Lola admitted to herself. 'But I want to be better too.' Lola took her time, making sure to be gentle in wiping Isabelle. Lola then took the time to put some lotion on Isabelle, setting a clean diaper underneath her, before spraying Isabelle with likely too much baby powder. Just like that, Lola sealed up Isabelle's second diaper of the night, before pulling out a nightgown and helping Isabelle into it.

By the time Lola lifted Isabelle off of the changing table, the sweet girl was already fast asleep. Gently, Lola laid Isabelle down into her princess bad, placing Rabbity in her arms, and pulling the covers snugly over her charge. Lola took a moment to sit at the edge of the bed, watching as Isabelle slept peacefully before her. Lola took her hand and gently stroked Isabelle's hair, unable to stop herself from smiling. Lola leaned it, kissed Isabelle goodnight on her forehead, before sitting back up. 'I know what I am going to do.'

Quietly, Lola left Isabelle's room, shutting the lights and door behind her, before making her way back down to the living room where she saw her dad and Jane on the couch together. Lola made her way over to them with a renewed energy, confidence, and most importantly, determination. Lola planted her feet in front of her dad and Jane, and offered them only one sentence. "I'm watching her this weekend, and that's the end of that." 

Jane and Sam simply laughed. Jane knew her willpower to say no had been defeated. Jane could see the love Lola had for her daughter in her eyes, and knew she could trust Lola with anything. It didn't hurt that suddenly, Jane was looking forward to her weekend again.

 

On 7/26/2023 at 4:55 AM, pandylewdy said:

GUH Its just so good!!!!! Third time I've re-read it and I still find little details in your writing!! Its fantastic!!

Thank you so much! I really worked hard to set some things up in early chapters and so am grateful for those that are reading or re-reading as it goes on and can appreciate them! I am so very happy to hear from you when you post! Thanks for the support!!

3 hours ago, TheUnknownAuthor said:

I adore this story! It's not just that it's well written and clearly planned out, though that is a huge positive, but it's that it's paced so well that we, the audience, have our anticipation built to such heights that we're on pins and needles for what comes next.

Speaking as someone that is absolutely guilty of doing it, racing to the point that we all know is coming to some degree because of the content of the story leaves a lot of the nuance you've got here by the wayside and makes for a less satisfying story. You're building such a compelling narrative that the journey is the hero, not the conclusion, and I really cannot emphasize how wonderful a job you're doing.

I hope all is well with you and that you know that eagerness from invested readers is in no way an indication of impatience with you or the length of time between installments of your story. You truly have a great talent and I am very excited to see not only what more you have in store here but in future stories you write.

Well, here I was trying to write a chapter and you go ahead and try and make me feel good about myself and stuff while I am trying to edit! Do you know how distracting that is? Have some compassion for this suffering soul! 🙃. But truly, thank you for your kind words! You were my first ever *official* follower on this site, and it means a lot to have you continue to follow along. I have been desperate to race Isabelle toward the end at times, and am constantly fighting myself to hold back. My vacation time was much needed, but I am hoping to get some writing in this week and next, so hopefully more to come in the near future. Privileged to have you as a reader! 

[BabySofia]

Glad to see an update!!!! I kind of hope Lola finds her diary... assuming it has stayed the same with her scribblings just getting more and more chaotic it could be a key to her possibly growing up again. That being said Baby Belly is cute and would be perfectly fine to go down another notch and grow up with her awesome big sister keeping an eye out for her!!!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

20 hours ago, Olympiczero said:

Well, here I was trying to write a chapter and you go ahead and try and make me feel good about myself and stuff while I am trying to edit! Do you know how distracting that is? Have some compassion for this suffering soul! 🙃. But truly, thank you for your kind words! You were my first ever *official* follower on this site, and it means a lot to have you continue to follow along. I have been desperate to race Isabelle toward the end at times, and am constantly fighting myself to hold back. My vacation time was much needed, but I am hoping to get some writing in this week and next, so hopefully more to come in the near future. Privileged to have you as a reader! 

I truly am history's greatest monster, huh?

I'm honored to have been your first *official* follower, that means that I am in fact streets ahead when it comes to recognizing greatness!

The pull to race to the finish line will always be there, but kudos to you for keeping the urge at bay, I know how hard it is, especially when you have something you're working on that you're proud of and enjoy working on, but I also know how bad it feels when you do rush and the finished product isn't true to your original vision, so hold on and be strong and you'll finish when you finish and everyone will shower you with praise, I'm positive of it.

Thank you so much for the new chapter, it's a delight as always! Also, glad you're feeling recharged after your vacation, mind and body at peak for success and happiness and all of that.

[keith60]

is isabelle going to be a baby ?

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 48

Isabelle gripped her captain's chair tightly with both of her hands. The high pressure cosmic zone had not relented since Isabelle had been cleared to re-assume command of her ship one week prior, making exploration not only extremely dangerous, but it was beginning to take its toll on the bodies of the human population of the ship: population 1, Investigator Astronaut Captain Isabelle.

Isabelle shifted her weight to the side, her investigator-astronaut diaper having once again swelled up without her realizing. 'I'll likely need a change again soon,' Isabelle confessed to herself. 'But not yet. I cannot yield command right now. Not when we're so close.' Isabelle had grown accustomed to her diaper - it wasn't anything to be ashamed about. It simply was something she needed to wear under the circumstances.

The last week had been a major challenge for everyone, including Isabelle. Despite now having possession of the key from the deep access point, the crew had been unable to navigate their way back toward the area the sunken ship was in for another, and hopefully final, descent to retrieve the ship's secret. 'It seems every time we solve one problem, we encounter another.' Isabelle remained determined though, and had been working hard to keep morale up. 

"Steady now everyone, we're almost there." Isabelle did her best to keep a confident demeanor, but the truth was, she was nervous. Isabelle released her bladder as she took control of the helm, navigating ahead. "Here we go." 

The issue, it seemed, on top of the high pressure system, was an electrical storm that had formed above the area where the ship lay at the bottom of Aquaria. The storm had settled in the region for over a week, only gaining more power by the day. Despite having the best astro-meteorologists in the galaxy, Isabelle's team was unable to find a traditional way to stop the storm. So they decided to pursue a non-traditional method: "Magic," Isabelle muttered to herself. 

After failing to get through the storm, Isabelle decided to adjust her plan. She was nothing if not a resourceful and adaptable captain, ready to do whatever it took to complete her mission and ensure the safety of her crew. After settling down at a local cereal bar one morning, Isabelle engaged in a conversation with some dolphins, who told Isabelle that if it was indeed her intention to get rid of the electrical storm, she had only two options.

"You can either wait," the lead dolphin impatiently told Isabelle, as he chewed a mouthful of his Leprechaun Runes, "or you can visit the Clam Conjurer of the deep. She can help you with your problem. She has the power of magic." Isabelle considered the proposal for a long moment, before dipping her spoon into her own bowl of Runes. With each bite, Isabelle considered the proposition. 'What else can I do?' she was left wondering, as she swallowed her cereal.

"Thanks," Isabelle said as graciously as she could. "The runes are on me." Isabelle threw down a few coins, including a generous tip, on to the bar table to cover the imported cereal, before returning to her ship. The lead dolphin merely nodded as thanks, pushing a simply drawn map so that Isabelle could get to the Clam Conjurer, before returning to his pod.

Isabelle picked up the map, examining it closely. Something was starting to shake her body, the images around her fading. Isabelle closed her eyes and refocused, finding the world settling around her again. Isabelle knew she was running out of time, as she turned her attention back to the map. 'At least this area looks accessible. But if that storm grows any further out, it won't be. Better get going.'

And so Isabelle found herself navigating the boundary of the electrical storm. Thanks to some additional upgrades to the ship, and some incredible steering by Isabelle, The crew found a safe area to land outside of the electrical storm, and within easy access to the Clam Conjurer's home. Isabelle released her tight grip on her chair, suddenly filled with relief. Isabelle let her neck muscles rest, throwing her head back while relaxing and spreading her legs out from under her. As she did, Isabelle released her bladder once more, her investigator-astronaut diaper now at complete capacity. 

"Captain Isabelle," Doctor Teddy called from his station. "Sensors indicate it is time for a change. No need to come down, well come to you." 

A change did sound nice, Isabelle thought, as she smiled and simply closed her eyes.

******

Isabelle's eyes blinked open and closed, as she shifted her weight from underneath her. It wasn't the first time her eyes had fluttered that morning, but the first time, she had simply shut them again and gone back to sleep. Now, Isabelle found herself stirred and awaken from her sleep, and more than anything, cold. 

Isabelle opened her eyes fully this time, as she wrapped her arms around her bare chest. Isabelle was comfortable, despite being cold, but couldn't quite figure out where she was. 'It's not my bed,' Isabelle thought, recognizing a different sort of cushion underneath her. Isabelle turned her head to the left, finding herself elevated and starring at her desk. "Oh," Isabelle thought, realizing where she now was.

Isabelle yawned, settling down from her earlier anxiety about where she was, rubbing her hands along her arms to stay warm. As she did so, Isabelle's view of her desk was obstructed, her mom's midsection coming into her immediate view. Isabelle angled her head further to the right, meeting her mom's eyes. Isabelle was overcome with love at the sight of Jane looking down at her, and couldn't help but simply smile. "Hi Mommy," Isabelle offered, through another smile.

Jane smiled back. "Good morning my sweet baby. Someone was very sleepy this morning. We're almost done changing you though. Butt up sweetie." Isabelle turned her gaze down to see that something was missing. Her night diaper had apparently already been removed, and she was laying on her changing table completely naked. Isabelle lifted her head slightly, spotting the white baby power spread around her groin. 

'Mom changed me....and i didn't wake up?' The idea felt odd to Isabelle, as she lifted her butt as instructed and allowed her mom to slip her pullup the rest of the way up her legs. Even though the rest of her body felt cold and naked, the pullup offered at least some comfort as it snuggled against her tummy, her legs, her butt, and her back. 'Some comfort....but not the most comfort....Sometimes I just wish.....' 

But no. Isabelle didn't actually want that. 'Do I?' Isabelle pondered the question for longer than she realized, and her mom prompted her out of her daze.

"Come on sweetie. We have a long day today. We have to get you dressed. And don't forget you have ballet this afternoon with Miss Dani! Do you need to use the potty first?" 

Her mom's comments snapped her out of her daze, allowing Isabelle to answer her own question. 'Of course I don't,' Isabelle confirmed to herself. "No Mommy," Isabelle answered without truly considering her mom's question, instead too focused on her own. Whether Isabelle was being honest with herself about her own inquiry was a question for another day. Whether she was being honest with her mother was a question that would answer itself much sooner. 'But,' Isabelle thought, shaking off both, 'mom raised a far more important matter; I am going to get to see Dani today!'

Jane hoisted Isabelle off of her changing table, and on to the floor. "Come, let's get your brushed, washed, and fed. Mommy has to dress you in your ballet clothes for preschool today - Auntie Jess is going to pick you up and take you to ballet today, and she's going to be a little late." Jane recalled how challenging it was to change both Isabelle and Beck the prior week. 'I'll just leave Jess to pin their hair up. And I doubt Isabelle will mind," Jane thought, as she sarted pulling Isabelle's ballet tights up her legs and over pullup. 

Isabelle allowed her mom to dress her without a fuss. "Yay!" was the only reaction Isabelle offered, and if you asked her what it was supposed to be in response to, she would have told you it was to everything; to seeing Dani, to ballet, to getting to wear her ballet clothes, and more than anything, to getting to wear her ballet slippers all day. It was a complete response to the whole series of questions, one Isabelle was proud to shout out loud as her mom pulled a white leotard decorated with rainbows up over Isabelle's little body.

"Look mommy!" Isabelle called to Jane, as Jane had turned her back to Isabelle to fetch her ballet slippers. "My leotard looks like Lola's shirt!" Isabelle cried excitedly, as she played with the thick, ruffled shoulder straps that held her leotard, and pullup, snuggly in place. 

Jane, having retrieved Isabelle's ballet slippers from her closet, turned back to her daughter and smiled. "Oh my! They do, don't they? Maybe that will help you dance just as well as Lola too? She's quite the ballerina you know Isabelle. Maybe you can ask her to teach you some dance moves when you're staying with her this weekend?" Jane decided to casually drop the news that Isabelle would get to stay with Lola that weekend, hoping that her daughter wouldn't throw a fit about it. 'I have no idea how she's going to react,' Jane thought.

But Jane didn't have to wait long. Isabelle's smile grew wider than it had in a long, long time. "REALLY Mommy!?! I get to have a sleepover with Lola for the WHOLE weekend?!? REALLY REALLY?" Isabelle asked, jubilant and bouncing.

Jane sighed in relief and smiled back, as she bent down once more to help Isabelle put her ballet slippers on. "Really Really sweetie. And you better promise to be a good girl, or else you won't get to do it again, okay? Lola is going to call me everyday and tell me whether you are listening to her. Be the good girl Mommy knows you are," Jane instructed, as she settled the second shoe on Isabelle's foot. 

Isabelle was overcome with joy, with excitement, with a feeling of everything finally working out. As her second foot settled into her ballet slippers, Isabelle's entire body felt as through it was quaking. Isabelle was overcome with the greatest feeling she had ever had. A loving and fulfilling warmth that had been simmering at the very base of her toes began to boil, spreading out from her teeniest pinky toe out toward her ankles. It boiled more and more, before erupting out from the base of her feet, shooting up her squat legs, and blowing out in every direction like a volcano as it reached her stomach. The Feeling spread higher, and stronger, as the explosion reached her sides and back, her chest and shoulders, and then tumbled down her arms at breakneck speeds, crashing into the very tips of her fingers. 

The feeling continued to boil, a second eruption, this time in the very base of her belly, exploded upward until it consumer her neck. The feeling overcame her, relaxing every bone and muscle in her body. Isabelle's mouth fell open, as if to let the pressure and steam of power have some valve to release through, to relieve her body of the overpowering sensation. But it was for naught, as yet another eruption, this one from her chest, exploded upward and outward, spreading once more to every corner of her body. This one, however, spread even higher yet, reaching her little button nose, spreading to her eyes and ears, and through to the very tippy top of her head. 

Isabelle waited. And waited. This was the time, the moment when the feeling would normally leave. It would leave and take something with it, something Isabelle couldn't remember. But this time it didn't. This time the feeling lingered. It wouldn't leave. Thoughts of Dani and Lola, of her Mommy and Jess, of school and of Becky and Julia overtook her. The feeling stayed, stayed longer than it ever had, as Isabelle embraced it, accepted it, loved it, and then, before she could do anything about it once more, let it go, as it flowed up and out of the very top of the crown of her head. 

"Baby!" Isabelle heard, as she was snapped out of her moment, the warmth still lingering in her core and around her groin. "I thought you said you didn't need to potty," Jane said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. 

Isabelle looked down, feeling for the first time as her pullup began drooping between her legs. 'it hadn't been the warm feeling that had persisted,' Isabelle realized, as her legs were forced apart by the new bulk between her thighs.

"You practically soaked through that pullup already sweetie. I can't send you to preschool like that," Jane announced, as she lifted her arms under Isabelle's armpits. "Come to Mommy. Let's get you changed again." This week hadn't been going as well as hoped, Jane confessed, as she pulled Isabelle's leotard and tights down, and began to wipe her daughter up for the second time that morning. 

*****

Isabelle sat attentively on the carpet in Miss Deena's class, listening to her as she told a story. On her left, Becky was sitting, fidgeting about, while Julia was to Isabelle's right, starring into space. Isabelle hadn't exactly been in the mood for sotry time. 'I wish we were doing something more active this morning.' But Miss Deena did tell the kids that they would be able to go out into the playground after story time, so Isabelle did her best to sit patiently.

Rather than pay attention to the story, Isabelle let her mind wander to better things to come; to dancing in Dani's class that afternoon, to her whole weekend with Lola that was coming up, to the fact that she got to wear her ballet slippers to preschool that day. 'Things are all looking up' Isabelle thought, as her eyes were diverted to Becky, who had called over Miss Kelly about something that Isabelle wasn't listening to. 

Isabelle's mind re-focused. 'Things are going well,' Isabelle thought to herself. "And the best part of it all is I finally have figured out what is happening to me, and more importantly, how to fix it.' Isabelle was determined to work on finding the star rod - the first step in her infallible plan to return herself to her past life. 

Isabelle glanced to her left once more, only to find that Becky was no longer there. Isabelle shrugged it off, before returning to more exciting thoughts. "I also need to come up with a plan today for my dance performance,' Isabelle realized. Dani had told the dancers that they would each be performing a piece that the dancer chose, and that it should reflect who they were as a person. 'But what kind of person am I?' Isabelle found herself asking. "Or what kind of person do I want to be?' Isabelle wondered if her performance ought to be the latter, rather than the former - a representation of the kind of person she truly wanted to be, rather than was. 

Isabelle's train of thought was broken, however, as Kelly's voice made its way into her head. "What a BIG girl Becky, asking to use the potty all by yourself. And NO accidents! That's why you got TWO stickers" Isabelle turned to see Becky returning, holding Kelly's hand, a big smile on her friends face. Isabelle smiled in return - 'getting stickers is awesome,' and decided to clap for Becky. Kelly, for her part, decided to linger. 

"Yay!" Isabelle offered alone, trying not to interrupt Miss Deena's story as Becky returned to the group. Isabelle couldn't help but notice that Becky was looking proud of herself, and was happy for her friend. 

Kelly, meanwhile, stood by. At first, Kelly didn't say a word, and Isabelle returned her attention to Miss Deena, not wanting to get into trouble. But Kelly made her intentions more apparent, even if neither Isabelle nor Julia picked up on them. "Does ANYONE else want to be a big girl and ask to use the potty all on their own?" 

Isabelle heard the questions, but didn't really hear it. While she was aware that Kelly had asked something, it didn't feel like it had been directed at her. And even if it had, Isabelle couldn't, for the life of her, even recall what the question was, even if it had only been asked seconds earlier. Instead, Isabelle found herself chuckling as Miss Deena had arrived as a particularly silly part of her story, where an egg person had tumbled off of a stone wall. "Hehehheheh" was about the only response Isabelle offered, and it certainly wasn't responsive to Miss Kelly's question. 

Kelly, however, was not going to give in to a toddler, especially not one who had fibbed to her just that past Monday about not needing to use the toilet. 'It's a shame she couldn't ask like her friend did though,' Kelly thought. 'Some kids are just more ready than others,' Kelly reminded herself. "Come on Belly. I'm taking you to the potty. Up we go. And you're next Jules." Kelly said, as she lifted Isabelle up into her arms, and headed toward the bathroom.

"NOOOOOOOOOO" Isabelle screeched, as Kelly carried her off. Isabelle hadn't exactly been interested in Miss Deena's story, but she certainly wasn't going to let someone else tell her when she did, and didn't, need to use the potty. And right now? "I don't. Hafta. GOOOOOOO," Isabelle screamed out once more, as Kelly closed the bathroom door behind her, and set Isabelle down on the ground, smiling the whole time. 

Isabelle threw her arms up to her chest, crossing them as Kelly started to remove Isabelle's leotard. "We're just going to try Isabelle," Kelly repeated, pulling Isabelle's arms apart just enough so Kelly could slip her leotard down, followed by Isabelle's tights and pullup. Kelly couldn't help but notice that Isabelle had already had a little pee in the pullup. 'Oh bother,' Kelly sighed, as she sat Isabelle down on the potty. "We're going to try for FIVE minutes Belly, and if you don't have to go, then you don't have to," Kelly offered, still smiling. 

Isabelle had already returned to crossing her arms. 'The audacity of this woman. That she thinks she knows me better than I do." Isabelle was starting to get herself even more upset, her stomach gurgling in what Isabelle assumed was anger. Isabelle decided she would tell Kelly what she thought of Kelly's plan. "No. No no no no no no NOOO!" Isabelle called out, as she leaned forward to get her face closer to Kelly, her little red face puffing up. "I. Don't. HAVE - " 

Isabelle's beratement was unfortunately cut off. As Isabelle took a breath to push out the last word of her shout at Kelly, she pushed out something else instead. Rather than finish her sentence, Isabelle offered only a loud grunt - "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh" - as she balled up her hands, her red face puffing out a breath as she pushed her poop into the potty.

It was no small, accidental poop either. Isabelle really had to go. 'But.......when......where...' Isabelle felt herself wonder, as she grutned yet again to push the remainder of her poop into the potty. Isabelle worked to catch her breath, but her face was not red for another reason.

"Well, well well," Kelly responded kindly. "You don't have to what Belly?" Kelly teased playfully. "To go? To poop? Seems like a little girl had to go quite badly! What a stinky you made!" Kelly laughed to herself, as she waved her hand in front of her face. "Now let me wipe you up. You didn't do so well last time."

What was Isabelle supposed to do? She was humiliated, having been proven so foolishly wrong about her need to go. 'I still don't understand....' Isabelle was left in complete confusion. She had no realized she needed to poop at all. The most confusing part? Part of her didn't really much care that she had even made it to the potty in time. "Even though I know I do care. Or....or should." Isabelle again found herself distracted, as she was lifted up off of the potty.

"There are more important things to worry about," Isabelle decided. "I can't keep letting myself get distracted. I need to give my full attention to fixing what has happened to me," Isabelle thought, returning her mind to her investigative journal." As she did, Isabelle bent forward and allowed Kelly to wipe her butt for her without a care in the world.  

"All done," Kelly announced, as she threw the wipes into the nearby Diaper Djinn, re-dressing Isabelle, and taking Isabelle's hand. "Only one sticker though sweetie, because you didn't ask to go by yourself. Maybe this afternoon if you do you can earn more stickers!" Kelly reached her palm out, offering a sticker of a circus elephant balancing on a beach ball. "Still proud you made it," Kelly said, even though she knew Isabelle wouldn't have but for forcing her. 

Isabelle took the sticker Kelly offered with a big smile. Isabelle, despite what had happened, felt she had earned it, and walked with Kelly out to the potty chart, proudly sticking it next to her name. Isabelle stood back, intending to review the chart and see how her friends were doing, when Kelly re-directed her back toward the group. "Not now sweetie, you can come look later." 

Isabelle made her way back to her friends, sitting down in her original spot. No statement of congratulations was publicly made this time for Isabelle, but Isabelle didn't really notice. Instead, she was happy to be back with her friends. Back to normal, as she settled in to listen to the rest of story time. 

"Ooooooh Jules, PEEE-YES" Isabelle overheard Kelly saying, though didn't pay much attention to what was going on. "Someone had a big poopy while we were gone, didn't they?" Isabelle overheard Kelly once more, focusing more on the story instead. Isabelle knew accidents happened - it was no big deal. In fact, Isabelle hadn't even noticed a smell. 'Let's go get your bottom changed sweetie." And with that, Kelly and Julia were gone.

*******

Miss Deena and Miss Kelly watched over the preschool class with attentive eyes, ensuring the kids safety while giving them the freedom to explore and learn on the playground inside the school gates. The kids all seemed to be getting along fine. "They needed to release their energy," Miss Deena remarked to Miss Kelly.

"Look at me, Miss Deena!" Isabelle called out, balancing on a low beam as she pretended to be a tightrope walker. "I'm walking on a rope over a deep, deep ocean!" Isabelle wobbled as she tried to steady herself. She moved her vision back on to the beam, focusing on a single point, as she envisioned herself traversing a bridge over the surface of Aquaria.

"You're doing fantastic, Isabelle!" Miss Deena encouraged, clapping her hands. "I see you've become a brave explorer!" Isabelle watched as Miss Kelly leaned over to whisper something to Miss Deena. Miss Deena laughed, before turning her attention back toward Isabelle, and pointing at her, or something about her. Isabelle shrugged it off, and looked around to see what others were doing.

Nearby, Becky was scaling a small climbing wall, her determination evident in every step she took. Isabelle watched as her friend tried to brave the wall, struggling with the first few steps, but then seemingly getting a drip. "I'm a fearless mountain climber!" Becky declared proudly. After several minutes, Isabelle watched as Becky reached the top and struck a triumphant pose.

"Wow, Becky, you're reaching new heights!" Miss Kelly praised, as she passed by. Becky bent over to Miss Kelly to whisper something else into Miss. Kelly's ear, and Isabelle watched as the two of them made their way back inside.  As they passed Miss Deena, Isabelle could hear Miss Deena congratulate Becky, her smile beaming with pride. "You're showing us what a courageous adventurer you are Becky! Good job!"

Isabelle's eyes diverted in the other direction, where she spotted Julia sitting in the sandbox. There were a few other kids in big sandbox as well, but Julia was off to the side working on her own project, building a castle using her tiny hands and a bucket. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she spotted her friend, Isabelle just able to overhear Julia as she was sharing her game with anyone who cared to listen "This is a magical castle with fairies and knights!" Julia announced with a smile, inviting her friends to join her make-believe world.

"I can see the fairies already," Miss Deena said, playing along, as she passed by the sandbox, bending over to pull back Julia's diaper. Kelly had apparently changed Julia into a diaper rather than a pullup after the morning's incident, something that stood our prominently in the girl's leggings. Seemingly content with whatever she saw, or didn't see, Miss Deena released the diaper and stood up, "and they're very excited to have you as their queen!" Miss Deena said, moving on to another child who was sobbing and needed attention. Isabelle's attention was diverted back toward the door to the school, where she observed Becky and Miss Kelly coming back.

Isabelle made her way the rest of the way across the balance beam, before jumping triumphantly to the other side to the applause in her head. As the children continued their play around her, their laughter filled the air, creating a symphony of joy. They took turns on the swings, pushing each other and giggling as they soared toward the sky. They slid down the colorful slides, feeling a rush of excitement with every twist and turn. Becky, Isabell and Julia even started to play tag, kindly passing who was "it" around, and having a blast. Miss Deena and Miss Kelly observed from a distance, always ready to lend a helping hand wherever they were needed. 

Time flew by, and soon it was lunch time. Miss Deena and Miss Kelly announced that they had decided to have lunch outside at the picnic tables, and so worked to gather all of the kids together. Our little trio gathered around a picnic table for themselves, as Miss Kelly came by and dropped off each of their lunches. As Kelly put Isabelle's down, she reached around and pressed her hand against the front of Isabelle's pullup, finding it, unsurprisingly, wet. "Sweetie," Kelly said as she pulled her hand back, "looks like you had an accident. Why didn't you come tell me you needed to go."

Isabelle ignored Kelly, shrugging and instead eating away at her sandwich, dismissing her teacher's question. 'It can probably last through her nap,' Kelly decided, as she made her way to another table. Isabelle continued to eat as she, Becky, and Julia all chatted about their adventures, sharing stories about the imaginary worlds they had created.

"I found a treasure chest on top of the jungle gym!" Becky exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. "It was filled with gold coins and magical gems!" Isabelle grinned, wondering if the treasure chest she would find would be filled with gems and gold as well. 

It occurred to Isabelle as she ate that rather than play, she might have searched for the star rod in the playground. 'If Becky was able to find gems and gold......maybe the star rod is out her,' Isabelle wondered, as she picked her head up and started looking around.

Julia decided to contribute to Becky's game, staying thematically on point "And I saw a friendly dragon flying in the sky! It was a little scary at first, and it flew around my castle that I built, but then we became friends!"

Isabelle giggled, "Well, maybe in your castle, there can also be unicorn who can grant wishes! I wished for us to be best friends forever!" Isabelle had other wishes too, but right now, she was just thankful to have the friends she did. 

As lunch wrapped up, the class was ushered inside for nap time. Isabelle only realized as she put her head down on her mat how truly tired she was, and before she knew it, and before someone could take her to the potty, she was out cold, exhausted from her morning of fun and adventure. 

Isabelle's afternoon passed nicely. After her nap, she was first in line for a change, as her pullup was practically sagging down to her knees. Isabelle didn't mind much - she had slept well, and the changing table was always comfy to lie on. Isabelle nearly fell back asleep as she was carried on to it by Miss Deena, finding the whole process peaceful and nurturing. 

The afternoon's lesson plan focused on identifying letters and sounding them out. Isabelle did her best to keep up with the others, but found herself often distracted, and struggling to identify the letters. Even when it was just a single letter on the page, Isabelle found herself unable to identify its shape, the lines and ink constantly feeling like they were moving around. It was mentally straining. 

Once the lesson was over, the kids were all allowed to have free time for the afternoon. Isabelle moved quickly to collect her investigative journal from her bag, but was intercepted by Miss Deena, who forced her to sit on the potty once more until she peed. When Isabelle returned to the playroom, she was again interrupted by Miss Kelly, who coaxed Isabelle into a game of duck duck goose with some other kids. Begrudgingly, Isabelle had to admit that she had fun - perhaps too much fun, as she completely forgot about her journal as she ran around chasing a boy named Kyle who "goosed" her. 

Slowly but surely, more and more kids left for the day, their parents picking them up. When Kyle left, there were only three players left in their game, and Isabelle took the opportunity to return to her original plan, seeking our her journal and carrying it with her to a reading nook to start working on. But Isabelle had barely opened to the page with her star rod drawing when Miss Kelly picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom again. 

Out of spite, Isabelle held her bladder the entire 10 minutes Miss Kelly made her sit on the potty, insistent that she prove that she didn't need to go. "Okay Isabelle," Kelly sighed, "You'll have to try again when you get home," Kelly finished, as she helped Isabelle get dressed once more.

'HAH! Serves you right,' Isabelle thought to herself, putting her smuggest smile on her face, as she continued to clench her bladder shut as Miss Kelly dressed her. 

Isabelle quickly made her way back to her reading nook, sitting down, when she was interrupted, yet again. "Belly! I was looking all over for you," Jess's familiar voice filled the empty classroom. "We're going to be late for ballet. Come on, pick up your things." 

Isabelle sighed, feeling aggravated that she was unable to work on her theories. Isabelle was forced to close her journal and bring it back to her bag, before hugging Jess. Isabelle was feeling sad, and needing comfort after everyone interrupted her all afternoon.

Isabelle held on to Jess tightly as Miss Deena approached. "She had a lot of potty trouble today. I think she's just feeling a little blue." Isabelle didn't care what Miss Deena thought. She didn't care that Miss Deena was right. She just wanted to be held, and was ecstatic when Jess rubbed her back as she chatted about something with Miss Deena. 

******

Isabelle looked around the room as beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. The ballet studio wasn't large, and even from where she sat near the edge of the mirror, Isabelle had a good view of all of the parents. The only problem was that her mommy was nowhere to be seen. Isabelle craned her neck as she say up on the back of her legs, hoping that she simply overlooked her mom. But Jane was nowhere to be seen. 

Isabelle was surprised when she and Becky arrived to dance class late, to find Julia there. Julia's mom - Kat or something - had been talking to Jess about how they signed up late after Jess told her about the class or something. Isabelle didn't care why really, it was nice having Julia in her class. There was something about Julia that was unique. Isabelle saw it every time she looked her in the eye, and felt a pull toward her. 

Isabelle was in an even better mood once Dani bounced into the class. Dani engaged with all of the students in the ballet class, but even Isabelle knew that Dani had paid special attention to her. Isabelle was caught a little off guard when Dani asked her if she still had any sauce on her face from her dinner with Lola the night earlier. "HOW did you know about that?" Isabelle had demanded, as she turned red in embarrassment. 

"I know everything you. Just keep that in mind this weekend," Dani had retorted with a wink, before Isabelle put two and two together and realized Dani and Lola, unlike her, still went to school together. 

'Still. It's neat that Lola was speaking about me" Isabelle thought, though she was unsure what Dani meant by the rest of it. 

Isabelle was happy when the class started and they went through their warm up moves. Isabelle felt as though she had done a really good job mimicking Dani's movements. When Emily transitioned the class into their lesson plan, Isabelle flowed through the movements they had practices on Tuesday like a seasoned veteran - she grew tall like a flower, and spread her wings like a bird. She crossed her legs like a crane, and bent down like a bunny. And, as always, she lept high like a frog! 

Motion after motion, movement after movement, Isabelle felt her whole body engaging and flowing through the exercises with ease. Above all, her Isabelle felt her slippers guiding her through them, like a second skin directing her whole bodies movement as she flowed gracefully from one exercise to the next. Isabelle was thrilled as Dani and Emily continued to compliment her, and even used her as an example to show some other students in the class what to do. At one point, Isabelle even overheard some of what Julia's mommy remarked to Jess about how well Isabelle was doing - "She really is outstanding for her each. In my experi........." 

"Okay everyone," Emily had said, as the end of class was nearing. "As Dani explained on Tuesday, everyone is going to take a turn showing us who they are through dance. Everyone is going to get a chance, and when you are not performing, its your job to be a supportive dance partner to your friends, okay?" Emily said, emphasizing the latter part about being supportive. "Now, who is going to go first?"

Isabelle watched as Julia finished her performance, Julia's mom watching intently and with pride. Isabelle continued to squirm in her place on the ground, waiting for any sight of her mom. 'But almost everyone has gone already,' Isabelle realized, as she began feeling gloomy about the fact that her mom wasn't there. All of the other parents were seemingly present, most of whom had their phones out, videotaping and taking pictures of their kids performing. 

Isabelle was about to tell Dani that she didn't want to perform, when she heard the door open. Isabelle's eyes perked up and toward the door, a smile taking the place of her frown - there was her mommy, coming in just as Emily called Isabelle's name to come up and perform. Isabelle was ready.

Isabelle stood up confidently, making her way to the middle of the circle to take her position. Isabelle closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and waited for the music to begin. But the music didn't start. Isabelle opened her eyes, and immediately recognized what was happening. 'Its been a while since this has happened,' Isabelle noted, as she watched as the world  around her fall away into a dark abyss. Gone was the studio, gone was the mirror, and gone were the spectators. Gone were her classmates, her teachers, and even the the building around her. 

Isabelle found herself tumbling down, further and further into the abyss, though always in perfect control. Isabelle felt as the tip of her toe landed perfectly on a solid point below her, and from that point, a majestic stage flowed out, cascading around her like waves against crashing against the beach. The vast expanse of polished wood settled underneath her, providing the perfect platform for performances that captivate the senses.  

Isabelle picked her head up, looking out in front of her as the most incredible theater unfolded from the darkness; a state of the art lighting and music system, plush red velvet seats, gold-trimmed balconies, and a majestic proscenium arch, the space in front of Isabelle exuded a sense of opulence and grandeur. Isabelle's eyes were diverted upward toward the ceiling, a breathtaking masterpiece, showcasing a celestial mural that seems to come alive as the light around her dimmed, transporting the audience to a celestial realm.

And the audience - filled to the brim with guests waiting to see Isabelle perform. Isabelle's attention was drawn toward the first two balconies to her left. It was filled with her loved ones; her mom, Sam and Lola in the first box, Dani, Mel, Jess and Becky in the next. They were all smiling down on her as she was fulfilling her dream.

Isabelle recognized where she was immediately. It was her greatest of dreams - she was at the Royal Ballet in London. Every hope she had, every fiber of her body, it had always wanted to end up here. And now she was - she was in front of her family and friends, performing at her dream venue, and Isabelle wanted to take it all in, wanted the moment to never end.

But she couldn't. The music started, and without realizing it, Isabelle started as well. As the music began to play, and Isabelle began to move, a hush fell over the audience. The spotlight illuminated the stage, and there, standing alone with a mix of excitement and nerves, was Isabelle. Isabelle looked down as she noticed her sparkling tutu that twinkled like stars, making her feel like a true ballerina.

With the music guiding her, Isabelle's feet took their first steps, and she twirled with grace. Her movements were not just choreographed; they were filled with the sheer joy and love she had for dancing. With every step, every movement, Isabelle manifested her passion for Dani and Lola, her adoration for Sam and Jess, her dedication, unconditional, and overwhelming love for her mommy. The audience watched in awe as she danced with innocence and enthusiasm, feeling the emotions Isabelle sent in every direction, with her face, with her movements, with her love. Isabelle was oblivious to their watchful eyes, enthralled in her movements..

As the music reached its crescendo, Isabelle finished her solo with a flourish, striking a final pose that left the audience captivated. The room erupted into applause, and a wide smile spread across Isabelle's face as she took a bow. As she stood up, her eyes traced their way to her loved ones. Around her, the ceiling faded into darkness, the arch crumbled away into dust, but Isabelle didn't notice. The seats folded back down, and the floor underneath her wisped up back to the very point her toe landed on, but Isabelle didn't see. Even as the very last of the world around her faded back into nothingness, Isabelle only saw her friends, her family, until one by one they faded away as well, until it was just her mommy, alone on the balcony. 

Isabelle could see the pride in her mom's eyes, as she lingered there for just one more moment. Isabelle could feel Jane's heart swell with pride as she watched her little Isabelle take the stage with such confidence and joy, as she watched her daughter fulfill her dream. Tears of happiness welled up in Jane's eyes, and she couldn't help but beam with pride. Isabelle felt her own eyes begin to well as she starred back at her mom as well. Jane's little girl had grown so much in so many ways, and in that moment, Jane knew that this recital was more than just a performance; it was a milestone in Isabelle's journey of self-discovery and expression.

Isabelle found herself standing back in her dance studio, as her friends and teachers clapped loudly around her. In fact, many of the other parents, who had not bothered much for other children's performances, were clapping too. But Isabelle heard none of it, saw none of it. She was still starring at her mommy, who hadn't stopped looking at her, looking at Isabelle with the exact same pride in her face and tears in her eyes as she had been from her balcony. And Isabelle felt happy, as she wiggled her toes joyfully in her ballet slippers once more. 

[keith60]

that was a good story 

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 49

"Belly." Isabelle heard her mom calling to her, but wasn't really processing. Isabelle lowered her wrist to pick up a few more runes from her cereal bowl, doing her very best to avoid any of the nutrient-filled, fibrous grain pieces. Instead, Isabelle was working hard to get one type of each of the marshmallow runes onto her spoon, curious what it would taste like to eat them all at once. 

'Almost.....there.........' Isabelle had one more marshmallow to get. But just as she bent her spoon to scoop a little milk to let it flow on to her spoon, two others escaped. "Damn it!" Isabelle called out reactively.

"Excuse me young lady. You watch your mouth," Jane replied. "I don't know where you heard that language, but you better not say it again. Now I need you to listen to me."

Isabelle felt guilty as her mom chaste her, and so set her spoon up and looked up sheepishly. Her mom was standing in front of her, trying to talk to her about something. 'I can't remember what though,' Isabelle confessed to herself, as she examined the large bag her mom had next to her.

"As I was saying sweetie, Lola is going to pick you up at preschool today, okay? And you're going to be staying over at her house tonight, so you need to be on your best behavior. Now, Lola is in charge, and that means whatever she says goes. Okay?" Isabelle nodded, but her mom didn't seem to be satisfied. "Not good enough. I need you to say it out loud for me."

Isabelle fidgeted her feet, which were already in her ballet slippers for the day. Isabelle had insisted on wearing them, and Jane didn't feel like fighting her on it. Jane was trying to make sure Isabelle would be in a good mood for Lola later. "Yes Mommy. Lola is in charge. Whatever she says goes." Isabelle picked her spoon back up, no longer interested in playing her marshmallow game. She was feeling hungry now, and just scooped whatever cereal she could get, depositing it into her mouth and slurping it down.

Jane relaxed her shoulders. She wasn't sure why she was so tense, but at the same time knew exactly why. 'It's the first time I have left her alone with anyone besides Jess, and longer than I have left her alone in...well.......' The answer, Jane knew, was forever. Isabelle had been hers to raise alone, and though Jane had steadily worked over the last year to give her daughter some independence, the thought of being away from her for two whole nights, and almost three full days was...'challenging.'

It wasn't that Jane didn't trust Lola with her daughter. 'It's just that.....I want to trust her so badly.' Jane knew that her relationship with Sam was getting more serious, and with Isabelle acclimating so well to Sam and Lola, she would need to trust both of them with Isabelle more. 'But that doesn't make it easy.'

In so far as it concerned Lola, Jane was fairly certain that she had destroyed any semblance of having a normal relationship with the teenager. After Jane bathed and changed Isabelle into her night diaper, putting her to bed, Jane spent about an hour and a half on the phone with Lola. Jane almost laughed at herself as she recalled the conversation from the night prior, giving Lola instructions about Isabelle, emergency numbers, and doing her best to prepare Lola for every scenario possible.

"Hi Jane. How are you? I am so excited for my weekend with Isabelle!"

Jane's voice quivered with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. She hoped Lola wouldn't regret those words "Hi, Lola. It's Jane. Isabelle's mom." Jane instantly regretted the words. 'She probably knew that.' In fact, Jane could hear Lola stifling a chuckle on the other end.

"Hi Jane, Isabelle's mom. What can I do for you?" Lola responded playfully. It only made Jane feel sillier. 

"Hi. Yes. Sorry about that. I hope you're doing well. Listen, I am just a little nervous about everything, and wanted to make sure you have everything you need." Jane hadn't realized that when Lola proposed to watch Isabelle, Lola intended to have her over at her and Sam's house, rather than at Jane's own home. Jane was going to put an end to it right there, but it was Sam who convinced her otherwise. 'Always Sam....' Jane thought to herself.

"She'll have fun being in a new place," he had suggested. "It'll be exciting for her, and it'll likely tire her out to run and explore the house. They can watch movies in the theater, and Lola can swim with her in the pool." 

Sam had decent points, but he didn't realize, having been so far removed from having a toddler, how his points were all off-set by other issues; they didn't have a changing table, all of Isabelle's diapers and pullup, changing supplies, a new bed, a new bedroom, not knowing where the bathrooms were, not having a potty chair, not having a high chair or booster seat, and much, much more. Jane had intended on setting Sam straight on all these points, but Sam had added one more point, one that shocked Jane to her core.

"....And.....And. It might...you know...be nice for her to START getting used to sleeping over here. I love you Jane, and I hope you see this going where I  do." 

What was she supposed to say to that? Jane knew what she wanted to say: 'Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.' And she loved Sam too. So Jane did the only thing she could - she approved, under the condition that if Isabelle had too hard a time, they would move back to Jane's on Saturday night. Sam and Lola found the terms agreeable. 

But that left Jane to pack and explain a whole lot of supplies to Lola. "So. The pull-ups for the day. She still has accidents, and you need to remind her to go to the potty. But she is supposed to ask you by herself. But also remind her. Don't forget to remind her." Jane was repeating herself, as Lola laughed. But Jane couldn't help herself. 

"The diapers are for night time. Unless she needs them during the day. But really they are for night time. And she needs one before she goes to bed. At night. So make sure to put those on at -"

Lola cut Jane off that time. "At night? Right? Night diapers for the night?" Lola responded mockingly. 

"Right!" Jane responded, not catching the humor at first, but eventually, left with no choice but to laugh with Lola. "Oh Lola. I'm sorry. I haven't been away from her this long ever. Just bear with me okay?"

Jane went on to explain the lotions, creams, and powder. Pink and yellow lotion bottles for the day, purple for night. Green and blue powder bottles for day, purple for night. Jane went over doctor's numbers, emergency numbers, and preferred food lists. Jane went over sleep and nap schedules, eating schedules and bathing schedules. Jane reviewed the clothes she was packing and the bathing suit for Isabelle to wear. Jane explained how to unfold Isabelle's stroller, and how to strap her into her car seat. "And the most important of all - she needs her stuffed Rabbit to help her sleep. It's name is - "

"Rabbity," Lola said, finishing the sentence. "She's told me all about Rabbity." Lola paused before speaking again, this time more softly, and a lot more seriously. "Jane. I really can do this. She's going to be perfect with me. Just try and enjoy your weekend. I won't let anything happen to her. You can count on me to take good care of her. I'd never let anything happen to her." Lola meant it. Anyone who would have heard her would have known as much. 

Jane certainly did, and the relief was evident in her voice. "Thank you, Lola. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Lola chuckled softly, understanding that Jane wanted to ensure Isabelle's comfort and happiness. "Don't worry, Jane. I'll make sure Isabelle is well taken care of. I'll follow your instructions and ensure she has a fun and safe weekend. We're both going to have a blast together."

Jane snapped out of her memory, looking at her daughter in front of her. 'I really hope this goes well,' Jane said to herself, before smiling. 'It will. It will go well.' Isabelle was excited to spend time with Lola, which was good news too. "Okay then sweetie. Let me just load the car with all your things, and I am going to go drop them off at Lola's house. Isabelle...? Isabelle! Listen. Remember, Lola is picking you up today!"

Isabelle looked up at her mom and smiled a smile a reassurance. "Yes Mommy. Lola is picking me up." How could Isabelle forget that? It was the best news she may have ever heard. 

********

Isabelle's was tippity tapping her shoes for the whole day at preschool. 'Lola is picking me up today. I get to spend the weekend with Lola.' Isabelle's eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall; 3:00 PM couldn't come soon enough. 'Actually, if it came sooner, that would be real nice,' Isabelle thought to herself, watching as the clock moved glacially, each second taking what seemed like hours to pass. 'It would be really nice in fact.'

Isabelle found herself completely distracted all day at school. Isabelle had been so distracted, she missed her opportunity to make a cow "Mooo" when she was called on during song time. Isabelle was too busy starring at the clock during a game of musical chairs that she had completely forgotten to even try to find a place to sit down when the music stopped, being the first one eliminated. Isabelle was so distracted imagining her weekend with Lola that when Julia "goosed" her during a class wide game of duck-duck-goose, she didn't even get realize and get up to give chase. 

Isabelle's distraction had also apparently rolled over into her potty training, or lack thereof. Whether it was a nervous bladder, or the copious amounts she was drinking to try and pass the time, or her longing to start her weekend with Lola, or even all of the above, Isabelle had accident after accident at preschool, and needed as many as three changes before lunch. If it wasn't for Samantha having picked Isabelle up and placed her on the toilet, Isabelle would have had quite the poopy accident as well. 

Despite having not been so active in the morning, Isabelle found that she was easily able to fall asleep during her usual nap time. She was grateful for her nap as well, as it was seemingly the only thing that helped pass the time faster. After she was changed out of yet another wet pullup. "Sweetie," Miss Deena sighed as she changed Isabelle once more, "it doesn't seem like you're even trying to get to the potty in time. Your mommy is going to put you back in diapers if you aren't ready." 

Isabelle heard what Miss Deena said, but it didn't really register. 'Diapers are for night time, not the day.' It was about as much as Isabelle could register in the moment, as Miss Deena set Isabelle down, only to replace her on the changing table with Julia, who was being handed over by Samantha. 

"Why don't you go with Miss Samantha and play with your friends," Miss Deena suggested as she worked to pull Julia's shorts down for a diaper change. "You've been really quiet today. Some playing will be nice." 

Isabelle simply nodded, as she glanced once more at the clock. 'Time isn't going to pass much faster if I just keep starring,' Isabelle realized. "What are we going to play Miss Samantha?" 

"Oh I am sure we can think of something. Do you want to play magic fingers?"

Isabelle's entire body perked up at the concept of a magic game. "Magic? I like magic! How do you play."

Samantha laughed. "I'll show you. Why don't you collect some friends and bring them to the carpet in the middle, and we can all play together?"

Isabelle nodded. Isabelle made her way around the class, asking anyone and everyone if they wanted to play the game. Isabelle found quite a few takers in the end. Becky also agreed, but told Isabelle she needed to go to the potty first, and disappeared before returning. Julia, after being put in a fresh diaper, also wanted to play. Once Isabelle had about 10 participants, she returned to Samantha with her entourage. "We're ready," Isabelle declared!

"Excellent!" Miss Samantha greeted them with a twinkle in her eye. "Let's all gather here on the carpet together and listen. I have a delightful hand game for all of us to play together. It's called 'Magic Fingers'!"

The children clapped their hands in excitement, eager to learn the new game. Isabelle was especially excited to learn more about magic. Miss Samantha demonstrated the hand motions and the playful rhymes that accompanied them. As she led the group through the movements, the group on the carpet transformed into a lively dance of wiggling fingers and happy giggles. "But the game only works," Samantha added, 'if you truly believe in magic. So I need to make sure everyone here believes in magic before we start, okay?" 

All of the children nodded their heads rapidly, none more so than Isabelle. At the same time, they each looked around to ensure everyone in the group also believed in magic, all prepared to kick any detractor out of the game. Once it was confirmed that they all, in fact, believed in magic, Samantha started the game.

"Magic fingers up so high, touch the sky!" Miss Samantha sang, raising her hands above her head. The children followed suit, stretching their little arms as high as they could, their eyes sparkling with delight. Isabelle stretched as high as she could, going up on her toes to reach as high as possible to access all the magic she could. 

"Magic fingers down so low, touch your toes!" Miss Samantha continued, crouching down and touching her toes. Isabelle repeated the process, bending as low as she could, seeking magic high and low. The other preschoolers all copied Miss Samantha as well, giggling as they reached for their toes with tiny hands.

"Magic fingers dancing round, all over the ground!" Miss Samantha exclaimed, swirling her fingers in the air. Isabelle, Becky, and Julia danced with enthusiasm, their fingers wiggling with excitement as they moved around in a circle, wiggling at each other, wiggling in every direction. Isabelle could feel the magic flowing through her. 'It's working,' Isabelle thought, 'it's really working!'

The hand game continued with more playful rhymes and creative movements, such as "Magic fingers, give a pat, find a friend, just like that!", "magic fingers tap a friend, show them love, all the way to the end!", and "Magic fingers give high fives, find a buddy, feel alive!" The children clapped their hands together, and Isabelle, Becky, and Julia made sure to find each other's hands, reinforcing their friendship. The longer the game continued, the more others joined, and before Isabelle knew it, the whole class was playing. 

"For our last one," Miss Samantha announced loudly, observing as some parents began entering the classroom, "Magic fingers wave goodbye," Samantha turned left and right to wave to each and every preschooler, as the preschoolers did the same, their week together coming to an end. "We'll see you soon 
we'll see you soon, no need to cry!" As Isabelle finished waving goodbye to all her classmates, she went and found Becky and Julia, the three embracing in one more hug before the end of the day.

"Okay everyone," Miss Deena announced, as the trio released each other. "If you see your parents or whoever is picking you up, come sign out and you can go. For everyone else, quiet time." Isabelle waved goodbye to Becky as she saw Jess come in, and not much longer, Julia found her mom Kat and left. Isabelle looked up at the clock and saw it was only 2:50. 'I have ten more minutes,' Isabelle thought to herself, and decided to go into a reading nook with a book and make up a story. 

Isabelle was lost in a book that she felt was about a fairy princess (it wasn't) when she was startled by a set of arms wrapping around her from behind. Isabelle nearly jumped, but she didn't need to turn to know who it was. 

The scent was unmistakable. It was a scent that Isabelle could recognize anywhere, anytime. It was a scent, in fact, that had become more noticeable, more prominent, more comforting in a way she never would have anticipated it to be, more wonderful than ever. It was a scent Isabelle knew all too well. Isabelle's nostrils were filled with a unique blend of exotic spices, soft florals, and a hint of woody undertones. It was as if a bouquet of flowers and an enticing spice bazaar had come together to create a symphony of captivating aromas

It was Lola. 

'Hey there cutie!" Lola called, with all of the enthusiasm in her voice that Isabelle loved so much. "Whatchya reading there?" Lola asked, releasing Isabelle so she could stand up. Lola knew the question was rhetorical, but wanted to know what sort of game Isabelle was playing.

Isabelle never answered the question. She simply opened her eyes, dropped her book, and turned and jumped into Lola's awaiting arms. "LOLA!!!" Isabelle cried out, as she wrapped her arms around Isabelle in a vice grip. 

"Oh well hello to you too! Quite a leap and grip you have there," Lola said, pulling Isabelle up on to her hip so their faces could be level. "Your teacher tells me you haven't even packed your bag yet sweetie. Why don't you collect your things while I sign you out, okay?" Lola proposed, setting Isabelle down. Isabelle nodded, puttering over to her cubby in her slippers as quick as she could to pack her bag. Isabelle zipped her bag up, and made her way over to Miss Samantha, Miss Deena, and Lola who were chatting.

'Sorry I was late. I came as soon as class ended," Lola explained. Isabelle turned and looked around, realizing just then that she was the last kid in class.

"It's fine," Miss Deena explained. "Jane explained everything. I just need you to initial here.." Miss Deena pointed to a place, as Lola noted it, "...and here." Lola repeated the process once more, ".....and you're set!" Miss Deena announced.

Lola turned and looked down at Isabelle. "You hear that? You're all mine now!" Lola proceeded to reach down and pick Isabelle up, hoisting her on to her hip once more, before giving Isabelle a big smooch on the cheek. "Let's get going. Your mommy left me her car to use, so it'll be just like normal," Lola announced, before waving good bye and taking off with Isabelle.

Isabelle laid her head down on Lola's shoulder with a smile, as she was carried out of her preschool. Isabelle felt completely as ease, so much so that her bladder started releasing as soon as Lola pushed the doors open to the school into the parking lot. For her part, Isabelle didn't notice one bit, but Lola certainly made a mental note that her charge would be in need of a change. It didn't matter though - Lola simply held Isabelle closer, as Isabelle continued to pee away. 

"So," Lola explained, as she set Isabelle down in her booster seat. "We're going to have lots of fun tonight. It's going to be a special girls night sweetie, and I have lots of surprises planned," Lola continued, as she buckled Isabelle into her seat. "I hope you're ready."

Isabelle was. 'But first," Isabelle thought, "I need a nap." Isabelle didn't bother fighting off her yawn, allowing it to consume her whole body. Before Lola had even backed out of her parking spot, Isabelle's head fell to the side, and she was fast asleep. 

 

 

*********

 

 

"......................Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Can I carry her in?......."

The voice was unfamiliar. But familiar at the same time. Isabelle kept her eyes closed as she felt the car come to a stop. She was still feeling sleepy. 

".....Sure.................but she's pretty much soaked through her pullup, so you may not want to." 

'Lola.' Isabelle knew that voice. That voice was very familiar, and it put her instantly at ease. Isabelle left her eyes shut.

"..........like I care. She's too adorable. And it's not like she isn't wet in class ever.........."
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'In class?' Isabelle didn't fight off the yawn this time either, allowing it to peacefully consume her body as it worked its way up. 'I know it......I know who it is......' Yet, Isabelle was still too tired to open her eyes, even as the car door opened up, and the late afternoon autumn breeze filled her nostrils. Isabelle inhaled deeply, the aroma of damp soil. the faint scent of fallen acorns, the sweet undertone of apples and pears from the air encapsulating her small body.

"......All yours then! But you get to change her too now."

'Lola again,' Isabelle thought, as she felt a fresh glob of drool fall down from her lips.

"Deal."

Isabelle opened her mouth ever so slightly, as she felt someone unbuckle her from her seat, allowing the drool to more easily cascade out of her small mouth and down her soft, plump chin. Isabelle felt herself be lifted out of her seat, her head quickly finding its resting place on another shoulder.

Isabelle inhaled deeply.

And smiled.

Isabelle knew this scent too. The scent of someone else, which complimented the autumn air. Isabelle recognized the perfume right away, whispers of spiced apples and cinnamon, infusing the air with a cozy and comforting warmth and reminding you of woodland walks through golden forests.

It was Dani's favorite scent, worn only in Dani's favorite season. Dani always claimed fall was meant for her, becuase it matched her hair and had the best holiday - Halloween. Isabelle let herself nuzzle further into her friends neck as she recalled the memory, Isabelle's legs dangling around her friend's midsection.

"Well bring her inside then. I let her sleep in the car, but I am worried if I don't wake her, she won't sleep tonight. You have no idea how nervous her mom was about leaving her. If I screw this up......." Isabelle heard the car door shut, followed by the familiar noise of the car locking. Isabelle was starting to feel more awake, even if she wasn't ready to open her eyes just yet.

'A little longer...........please.' Isabelle thought, as she felt her drool fall off her face and on to Dani's neck. If Dani noticed, she didn't react.

"Oh enough of that," Dani responded, shifting Isabelle's dead weight higher up on her hip. "I thought you said step-mom was super cool anyway? The way you made it sound, I was almost worried I would be replaced." Dani came to a stop, Isabelle assumed at Lola's front door. 

"She is cool. She's actually a ton of fun to hang out with," Lola inserted her keys into the car door . "She's just nervous. Single mom and all I guess, never really leaves Isabelle alone...This is just important for me to get right," Lola said, getting serious with respect to the last part. "And you have to stop calling her that, BY THE WAY. She may actually...you know...become that. Your snark isn't funny anymore." Lola's demeanor had returned to its usual playfulness, as she opened the door to the house. 

Isabelle decided it would be an opportune moment to "wake up," as they made their way into the house. Isabelle started by rubbing her eyes with her firsts, blinking and fluttering them open as she simultaneously constricted her legs a little tighter around Dani. "Hmmmmghhhmmmm" Isabelle moaned, as she decided to fight off her last yawn of her nap, and pull her head up off of Dani's shoulder.

"Well hello there my star pupil!" Dani said, a smile beaming from ear to ear, as she starred into Isabelle's eyes warmly. "And how was our nap? Let me tell you, I am VERY jealous that you got to have one. Personally, I LOVEEEEE a nap. But I NEVER get to have one. I think its a stigma against grown ups, you know? Its simply not right. I am entitled to a nap. Nay! I demand one!" Dani continued to joke as she carried Isabelle upstairs, who simply couldn't stop herself from giggling all the way up the stairs.

"Hey cutie pie," Lola added, as she climbed the stairs ahead of them. "I told you I had surprises for you. Bet you didn't expect your ballet teacher to be here!" Isabelle smiled, happy to see Lola even though Isabelle knew she was there. Isabelle shook her head no, full of glee, smiles, and giggles.

In truth, Isabelle should have anticipated it. She just never thought long enough about it. 'Friday night was always sleepover night. It was sacred. I suppose they have carried on the tradition without me." Isabelle felt saddened at the thought - was she really even necessary for the friendship? But then it occurred to her - she was at the sleepover after all. 'Even if its a little different.' Nevertheless, it felt special to be back here. It felt like normal, even if a new normal. Isabelle couldn't help but smile.

"It's just up here in the spare bedroom. You won't believe what he did. Or maybe you will. Its very......well dad." Lola continued. Isabelle realized Lola was no longer speaking to her, but to Dani, about something Isabelle had likely slept through. "Come on, just in this guest room."

Isabelle watched as Lola pushed open the door to a guest room that Isabelle, in fact, normally slept in at sleepovers. The room otherwise stayed empty, but was elegantly designed and perfectly suited for her when she used to sleep over. 'In fact, its better than we could offer them when it was my turn to host.' Isabelle had always felt bad about the basement pullout bed, even if the trio had always had fun sleeping their together. 

As Dani carried her into the room, however, there was one notable furniture change that Isabelle didn't anticipate. The queen size bed remained, its back against the left hand side of the wall. The linens were the same; plush white comforter, and the bed still covered in an assortment of colorful pillows.

The dark wood end tables stood resolute, each with a lamp Isabelle had used for years to read chapter after chapter of books before sleeping. Agains the back wall was a beautifully painted canvass, modern piece, which along with the pillows, added a pop of color to the room. But all of that was expected. All of that had always been there.

It was something else. Something Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off of as Dani rounded the corner, carrying Isabelle into the room.

There, against the right hand side of the room, was something foreign. Something new. Isabelle knew what it was. She recognized it instantly. But it seemed out of place, after so many nights, and so many mornings waking up in the room. It was something she never anticipated, and so couldn't ever expect to see at Lola's. Why would Lola ever have one? Why would Sam ever need one? It would serve no purpose, have no utility, be a waste of space, and have no function at all. 

Because there was no reason to have a changing table.

'Until now.'

Isabelle could hardly appreciate the ramifications of what this meant. Isabelle was simply no longer capable of understanding what sort of commitment, what sort of message Sam was trying to send to Jane by making this leap, by making this outrageous purchase. The concept was simply beyond her comprehension.

At least for tonight, Isabelle didn't even want to try to explain it, to understand it. Tonight, with her friends by her side, Isabelle had no reaction at all to the changing table. The changing table had simply become something she had grown accustom to. And more than anything, in this moment, Isabelle was in a very soggy pullup, and was looking forward to a change. 

"My god," was all Dani said at first, silence taking over the room. 

"I know. Right?" Lola responded, followed by yet another silence. 

Isabelle allowed her friends - who were not unaware of what Sam had done - to have their moment, despite desperately wanting to remind them that she would very much like to be in a fresh pullup. But Isabelle kept it to herself. 

"This is like, like the Rolls Royce of changing tables," Dani said, as she set Isabelle on her back on the changing table. "I mean. This thing is incredible." Dani was searching for the right words, as she explored around a few buckets, finding the changing table fully stocked, not just with the things Jane had packed, but with much, much more. "Your dad isn't messing around," Dani added, as she seemingly found what she had been searching for, tearing it out of its package. 

Isabelle couldn't dispute her friends conclusions. The changing table was remarkable, though she only saw it briefly. Had she been able to take its entirety in, Isabelle would have seen a table crafted from the finest mahogany wood, boasting intricate carvings of delicate vines and cherub angels.

Underneath Isabelle, as Dani laid her down, was a plush cushion with the softest silk covering. Isabelle couldn't help but feel it was even more comfortable than her own bed, almost causing her to want to go back to sleep from the moment Dani placed her on it. This changing table was not just a practical piece of furniture; it was a breathtaking spectacle.

The table was stocked meticulously with an array of changing supplies. The lotions and powders Jane had sent sat piled next to he highest end of moisturizers and creams that Jane couldn't fathom of purchasing, let alone recognize. In a row of glass jars, the finest organic baby oils awaited their turn to pamper little Isabelle's delicate skin. Other fabric containers lined newly installed shelves above the table, filled with all manner of supplies. 

Below the surface, a silver tray lined with a velvet like material held an assortment of designer diapers and pullups alongside Isabelle's normal supply. The new, thicker night diapers were adorned with delicate patterns of stars and moon, clouds and sheep, waiting to lull their bearer to sleep. Dani felt compelled to pick one up with her free hand, Dani's jaw nearly dropping as she displayed it to Lola. "We are DEFINITELY putting her in one of these later. They're friggin adorable."

Lola simply smiled. "Yah this is....a little much. I warned him too. And let's try and use the stuff Jane sent though." Lola said, taking the diaper Dani was offering in her own hands. 'Except maybe this...." Lola said as played with the soft diaper between her fingers, "this thing is flat out luxury."

As Dani looked to resume her duties of changing Isabelle, Lola took the opportunity to look closer look at what Dani had retrieved. "I'm not sure she uses those," Lola added, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Her mom didn't pack any," Lola said, continuing her conversation with Dani.

Dani shook Lola off. "Trust me. She'll love it. They all do. And she's young enough, its fine. It helps, you'll see," Dani added, before returning her full attention to Isabelle. Dani moved her hand toward Isabelle's face, before revealing a large bulb in her hand, and moving it toward Isabelle's mouth.

Isabelle felt panic overtake her at first. She wasn't sure what Dani was doing, but saw something coming toward her mouth. Isabelle wanted to move her head away, wanted to dart, to avoid whatever was coming on toward her. But she couldn't. More accurately, she didn't. 

Instead, Isabelle allowed instinct to take over. She didn't run. She didn't fuss. She didn't even move. No, instead, Isabelle simply opened her mouth, accepting the bulb, the comfort quickly eradicating any semblance of anxiety she had previously.

"See?" Dani said, as she gently released the pacifier she placed in Isabelle's mouth, watching as the sense of tranquility overtook Isabelle. Lola watched as the sucking motion of the pacifier quickly soothed Isabelle, the little girl's eyes beginning to close as she settled into the soft, silken padding.

"Just trust me. I'll help you become a pro in no time," Isabelle heard Dani say, as she felt her friend pulling her leggings over, and off of her feet, followed by her pullup. "It really isn't that hard," Dani continued, as she located the baby wipes, which were warmed by their container, and began soothingly wiping Isabelle up.

"You could put her in her night diaper at this point, but she just got up from a late nap," Dani continued to explain, "So she'll probably need another change before bed. And this way," Dani moved to retrieve a fresh pullup, while grabbing powder with her other hand. "We can keep her up longer with us."  

Dani went about finishing up with Isabelle's change, as Lola took her turn to respond. "I did fine with her diaper change the other night. But it was my first one, even if I didn't want to admit it to her mom." Isabelle hadn't realized that Lola had never done that before, and started to feel bad that she had asked. Without realizing, Isabelle started sucking her pacifier more rapidly.

But Lola continued. "It was nice though, you know? I felt like......like.....like I was really taking care of her." Upon hearing Lola's clarification, Isabelle began slowing her rhythm on the pacifier down again, and her heart warming at Lola's thoughts. Isabelle felt Dani's hand tap underneath her, and Isabelle again acting on instinct, as she lifted her butt so Dani could slide her fresh pullup on. 

"Ya. I totally get you," Dani responded, moving through the motions as though they were second nature, as she pulled Isabelle's leggings up, and eased Isabelle's ballet slippers back on. Dani playfully tickled Isabelle's stomach as she wrapped her conversation with Lola up. "I've been telling you for years - kids are the best." The echoes of Isabelle's giggles from behind her pacifier only accentuated Dani's position. 

Lola smiled. "I don't know about all kids," Lola joked. "But this one," Lola started, as she picked Isabelle up from the table, placing Isabelle on to her hip. "This one is special," Lola finished, giving Isabelle a big, wet kiss on the cheek which caused her to giggle even more. Lola turned to Dani with a wink "And I'm. Not. Sharing." Lola added, before sticking her tongue out at Dani and playfully running out of the room. 

"Oh like  hell you're not." Dani called, considering washing her hands before giving chase, but simply not caring enough to do so.

And just like that, Dani chased Lola, Isabelle in hand, down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Isabelle was right back at her sleepovers, and in that moment, she wouldn't have traded it for anything.

[BabySofia]

🙂 Yay, TWO chapters!!!!!!! I figure she's due to step down to diapers now officially, maybe dancing with Dani in her slippers that night? If not it'll be the next week when mommy gets home I figure. This continues to be an incredibly enjoyable tale to read!!! 💜

[dmavn]

Yea! Dis is one of the bestest stories EVA.. (Hides from Baby Sofia)

I was pleasantly surprised when i finished the first chapter an saw the 2 more comments and pushed the button and saw another chapter.. KI squeeled an my brother was like “What is wrong with you”..

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 50

Isabelle shifted in her already wet pullup, trying to get comfortable. The seat underneath her wasn't uncomfortable, per se. In fact, it was incredibly well cushioned, the plush surface soft and supportive. 'It just needs to be worked in a little bit,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she tried to push her wet bottom further down into the stiff material. 'It's just....new' 

Dani and Lola were happily splitting a pizza that had been delivered only moments earlier. When Isabelle overhead that they were having pizza for dinner, she grew very excited. Unfortunately, it turned out, pizza was not on the menu for her. "Your mommy brought us your favorite nuggets for dinner, isn't that great sweetie?!' Lola explained to Isabelle, after setting her down on the floor in the kitchen.

'Nuggets.........well those do sound pretty good,' Isabelle confessed. And it did feel kind of special having something different than what everyone else was having. "Yummy!" Isabelle replied to Lola, watching as a smile developed on Lola's face. Isabelle couldn't stop reflecting on Lola's words, replaying them in her head over and over again.' She said....this is just important for me to get right.....I want to help make it right,' Isabelle thought to herself, committing to not be difficult. 

Lola examined the package of frozen nuggets, as Dani skipped over to look as well. "Oooh look. They are V-E-G-G-I-E nuggets. Smart!" Dani offered, successfully concealing their deception from a clueless Isabelle who couldn't even process what letters Dani was using, let alone spell the words out. Isabelle was simply content to toddle around and explore the kitchen.

'It's an odd perspective,' Isabelle thought, as she reached her left hand out to graze the bark wood of the kitchen island she had once had far too many meals at. Isabelle shifted her feet, one slipper after the other, around the island, her little fingers dancing along the cool wood as her eyes gazed upward toward the marble top. 'I've been in this kitchen a million times before. I know that. But still......it all feels so new from down here.'

Isabelle's eyes widened in wonder as she rounded the side of the island, her eyes darting in every direction, the warm, golden light from the ceiling casting a magical glow on everything it touched.. The kitchen seemed so vast from her little position near the floor. Isabelle's small fingers reached out away from the island to touch the shiny knobs on the stove, and she marveled at the array of colorful fruits in a large bowl on the counter.

Lola gently lifted Isabelle up, and away from the stove. "Let's not play with that sweetie. You can burn yourself," before setting her down on the countertop just beside the appliance. "Sit up here while I put your nuggets in," Lola declared, as the oven beeped informing everyone it had pre-heated.

Isabelle didn't mind. Her new perch allowed her to see the kitchen from a whole different perspective. Isabelle's eyes widened, and she pointed excitedly at the refrigerator door, various shiny stainless steel appliances, and rows of pristine cookware. Isabelle watched as Dani made her way over to the fridge, opening it and revealing shelves filled with an assortment of delectable goodies. Isabelle's eyes grew wide with awe as she spotted the rows of desserts and drinks.

Dani reached in and pulled out a plastic container of strawberries, setting them down, before slicing each berry into quarters. "Here Belly," Dani said, as she handed the sliced up pieces to Isabelle one at a time. Isabelle accepted them in the small, open palm of her hand, happily pressing them against her mouth one after the other. "It's probably later than she's used to eating," Dani remarked to Lola, as Dani glanced up at the clock already reading 6:30. Isabelle garbled strawberry after strawberry up, the red stain from the fruit appearing prominently around her mouth. 

Isabelle continued to eat and explore with her eyes, her attention soon drawn to a sparkling chandelier hanging above the kitchen island. She pointed upwards, her eyes twinkling like stars, as she envisioned the crystals dancing around the solid chandelier, like gravity pulling them in toward its center. Isabelle's eyes glittered with bewilderment, causing her to miss her mouth with her last strawberry, the berry bouncing down her shirt, before hitting the floor. Isabelle didn't bother paying attention as Lola bent over to pick it up and throw it out. 

The girls' pizza arrived soon after. After Lola brought it back and set it down, Isabelle was moved from the countertop near the over and into a booster seat on a kitchen island stool she hadn't seen before. It wasn't her normal seat, and Isabelle had to assume - correctly - that it was yet another purchase by Sam to surprise Isabelle, and most likely Jane. Isabelle soon found a  plate full of veggie nuggets in front of her, and a big, tall sippy cup filled with water. 

Isabelle immediately started chowing down with a big smile on her face. 'I didn't even realize how hungry I was.' Between bites, Isabelle practically inhaled her water, which Lola happily refilled for her after finishing her first slice of pizza. 

"Someone is a very good eater," Dani remarked, as she stroked Isabelle's hair. Isabelle smiled. It felt good to be complimented, even if it just was for eating. But the compliment was enough to encourage her to continue doing exactly what it was she was lauded for - and so Isabelle continued to happily eat nugget after nugget, and drink her second cup of water, despite being more than full already. 

By the time Isabelle's plate was empty, she was stuffed. Isabelle let herself slip down in her booster seat as much as the strap holding her in place would allow her, letting her head fall back and eyes roll back into her head. Isabelle sat quietly for a few minutes while her friends chatter away, content to ignore the over-stuffed toddler who was, from their perspective, behaving like an angel. Isabelle was only able to catch pieces of the conversation as she swung her ballet slipper back and forth underneath her.

"......want to do with her tonight.......?"

"........can swim...........don't want to dry my.................."

"What if we.........................already 7:15 ish............what time did her mom say........."

".........or so. But she did have a late nap. I suppose we can .....................and then.................."

"How about instead..........................i know for a fact that works. And then, like you said, we can just.................."

Isabelle knew Dani and Lola were making a plan for the night. While normally she might have input, Isabelle was simply to full to participate. And it didn't really matter anyway. 'As long as I am with them,, I don't really care what we do." Instead, Isabelle focused on her breathing, her little tummy protruding out from her little shirt, the very bottom of her belly sneaking out and exposing itself to the air. Isabelle focused on her breathing, deep breaths in and out, as she worked to digest her meal.

As Isabelle was breathing, she felt a twinge from her bladder. Instinct again took over, and Isabelle happily released her pee into the thirsty pullup that enveloped her with a growing smile on her face, closing her eyes. Isabelle felt as the front of her pullup soaked up as much as it could, before her pee started to bounce off of the front, tumbling underneath her and quickly being soaked up by the dehydrated padding.

Instinctively, Isabelle lifted her left butt check ever so slightly as she began to feel her pee dam up, freeing the liquid to traverse the barrier that was her bottom, which had prevented her pee from flowing more easily. As she finished, Isabelle ceased shifting for comfort, her warm squishy padding now providing presicely that. 

Isabelle opened her eyes to find her friends both quietly starring at her, stifling giggles and smiles. It was Dani who spoke first. "Hi sweetie. Anything to  tell -"

"Sh. No," Lola said, cutting Dani off, and gritting the next part through her teeth. "She's supposed to tell us by herself. I want to give her a chance." 

Isabelle turned red 'Do my friends know what I just did?' Isabelle had to consider that they might have noticed. 'But how could they? Why would they?' Isabelle was still struggling to reconcile that she was at a regular sleepover with Dani and Lola, but also, it was anything but regular. 'Of course they know,' Isabelle resigned herself. "They both know I need protection. They both know I'm.....' Isabelle sighed. "..little. And they've already changed me - numerous times in Lola's case.' 

"I...uh...I hadda accident Lola...." Isabelle said, though surprisingly, even to herself, felt no shame about it. 'But I should.....right?'

"Oh that's okay sweetie. Thank you for telling me!" Lola responded, as she emphasized the last part to Dani. "Dani is going to clean up down here,"

"I am?" Dani responded, jokingly.

"Yes she is. And while she does so, I'm going to get you changed." Lola said, a bit of anxiety in her voice. 'It's no different than Wednesday night,' Lola reminded herself. "And then we're going to have a little dance class. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Isabelle perked up at the sound of "dance class," and found herself clapping her hands together before she even knew what she was doing. 

Lola made her way over to Isabelle, unbuckling her harness and lifting her up. As Lola did, she could feel the weight of Isabelle's pullup hang down. "I think we're going to change you into your night diaper sweetie. This is already very full!" Lola explained to Isabelle. Isabelle knew Lola was not really looking for a response out of her, but she nodded nonetheless. 

"I'll be back in a bit," Lola said, as she left Dani in the kitchen, gobbling down her fourth slice of pizza, with almost as much sauce on her face as Isabelle had had a few nights earlier. 

Lola carried Isabelle up the stairs and back toward the guest room with the new changing table in it. Isabelle found herself oddly excited. In fact, she couldn't wait to be laid down on the table again. It was not only incredibly comfortable, but the room was filled with all sorts of scents and noises that brought a sense of comfort and peace to her.

"Woah," Lola said, as she made it to the top stair, pretending to heave. "I think you may have had too many nuggets! I could barely carry you up, Lola joked as she pushed the door open to the bedroom, a sense of tranquility immediately overtaking Isabelle. Lola laid Isabelle down on the soft changing table once more, looking down at her for a moment with a big smile, and lots of love. "Let's get that wet pullup off of you," Lola said, before grabbing the pacifier Dani had used earlier, and easing it into Isabelle's accepting mouth.

Lola proceed to remove Isabelle's ballet slippers one at a time, setting them down by her feet. Lola pulled Isabelle's leggings off, tossing them to the corner as Isabelle rhythmically sucked away at the large bulb occupying her mouth. "Let's get this off as well," Lola added, pulling Isabelle's t-shirt over her head, careful to avoid the pacifier, and leaving Isabelle in nothing other than her wet pullup. Lola proceeded to remove the pullup, gently lifting Isabelle's bum to slide it down her legs, before depositing it in the diaper djinn. "Better already I bet." 

'Okay Lola. First wipes." Lola turned her attention to the wet wipes, which were already pre-warmed, gathering several before beginning to wipe Isabelle clean. Lola lifted Isabelle's legs up vertically, making sure to get every nook and cranny of her bottom as well. "We're going to have so much fun doing a little dance routine after you're clean,' Lola explained, as she deposited the dirty wipes into the diaper djinn as well. Lola returned to the changing table, and proceeded to unfold one of the new, thick night time diapers that Dani had picked up earlier, and unfolding it. 

Lola slid the new diaper under Isabelle, letting her lay on it while she reached for the purple powder bottle. Isabelle couldn't imagine being on a more wonderful surface than her changing table. That is, until Lola slid that new diaper underneath her. The soft padding felt as though it was melting around her, enveloping her in a cloud of plush softness. Isabelle felt as though she was sinking into an endless pillow, and she found herself smiling, instantly at ease, as she continued to happily suck away at her pacifier. "That's a happy girl," Lola remarked, as she began spreading the lavender scented baby powder all over Isabelle's crotch.

Isabelle couldn't help but wriggle as Lola rubbed the powder in. If Isabelle had been capable, she would have remarked at how far she had fallen in a mere few months. Just this past August, Isabelle was sleeping over at Lola's in this very room, reading a mature novel. Now, Isabelle found herself laying on a changing table, her best friends having changed her wet pullups twice already, in the same spot she once asserted her own independence. But such a remarkable change was lost on Isabelle, especially in the moment, where even she would have confirmed Lola's words - she was a happy girl. 

Lola pulled the front of Isabelle's diaper up, always looking down at her with a smile, before sealing the hook and loop tabs across her belly. "Wait just there. I'll get your jammies." Isabelle lay, shifting slightly to feel the new diaper that was around her. 'This is, without a doubt, the most comfortable thing I have ever worn," Isabelle had to admit to herself, pondering why everything wasn't made out of the heavenly material that she was in. But Isabelle also noticed how much thicker it was than her usual nighttime diapers, as she struggled to even touch her thighs together. 'There is a lot of bulk here," Isabelle thought, as Lola returned with a matching pajama set. 

'Here we go," Lola said with a smile, as she presented a two-piece set of white pajamas with a pattern of unicorns and rainbows all over them. Lola proceeded to slip each leg around Isabelle's feet, setting the elastic banded holes around Isabelle's ankles, before pulling the pants over Isabelle's thick diaper. "Let's sit you up," Lola said, "and I'll take this," Lola said, as she pulled The pacifier out of Isabelle's mouth, causing Isabelle to whine. "Arms up sweetie," Lola said, as Isabelle cooperated, and Lola slid Isabelle's matching pajama top over her head. "All done!" Lola said proudly, as she set Isabelle down on the ground by her feet. "Ready to dance now?" Lola asked with a smile, her right hand out to hold Isabelle's.

Isabelle was a sight to behold. She was standing at the foot of the changing table, her legs forced apart by her thick new diaper. Isabelle looked down at herself. Her pajamas were ever slightly too small; the ankle bands wrapped a litlte higher than they should have been so that the pajama pants could be high enough to cover her diapered butt. Even so, the waistband of her diaper was very much exposed over the top of her pants. It didn't help that her pajama top, though very comfortable, was slightly too short, exposing the skin of her belly laying just above her diaper to the world. 

Isabelle's eyes traced her long hair from her chest, up her neck, until finally, her eyes met Lola's. And Isabelle smiled back at her, taking Lola's right hand with her left one, her little fingers settling into Lola's welcoming pals..

But there was something missing, as Isabelle wriggled her bare toes. Isabelle shook her head no, and pointed with her left hand at her slippers on the floor. "Slippers! I need my dance slippers!"

Lola simply chuckled. "Of course! How could I be so foolish!" Lola said, as she bent down and gently eased Isabelle's feet into her ballet slippers once more. 'She didn't really need them, but if she wants to...'

Now Isabelle felt complete, as her body was once again overcome with wave after wave of warmth, of certainty, or an assurance that all was right in the world. "Now I'm ready!" Isabelle called out, leaping once as she was unable to contain her excitement. 

Isabelle followed Lola as she led her down the stairs. Isabelle could feel her shirt ride up higher each time she took a step down one of the massive stairs, careful to hold on to Lola with one hand, and the banister with her free hand. Waiting at the bottom of the stairs, was Dani, who was practically squealing. "Ooooooh she is so cute!" Dani remarked. Isabelle couldn't help but notice how many conversations were taking place in front of her, yet didn't seem to include her. "I love your pajamas sweetie," Dani added at the end, relieving some of Isabelle's concern. 

"Thank you," Isabelle replied, genuinely glad that Dani like her PJs. It made Isabelle feel a little better about them, even if they didn't fit perfectly. 

"She certainly is cute. Now lets get our dance on," Dani proclaimed, as she led Isabelle into a living room that Isabelle was all too familiar with, but yet, seemed as foreign as the kitchen had. Isabelle stepped into the giant room, and could see Dani had already cleared space by moving a coffee table and a loveseat. Isabelle was so distracted by the open room, she hardly heard Lola explain what they would be doing. 'We're going to do something fun Belly. Its called a 'Pas de trois.' do you know what that means?"

Isabelle starred at Lola with a blank expression. Isabelle was doing her best to recall what it was. "I know....I know this...Its a....Its a.....Its.....a......" but sadly, nothing came. Isabelle couldn't seem to get past a block in her head. Rather than let the silence permeate any longer, Isabelle simply shook her head no. "Is it a dance?"

Lola knelt down and smiled at Isabelle. "Yes, Isabelle! That's exactly what it is. Tonight, we're going to teach you a VERY special dance called a pas de trois. It's a dance for three people," Lola explained. "One," Lola started, pointing at Dani. "Two," Lola continued, pointing at herself. "And..." Lola said, pressing the tip of her finger against Isabelle's nose, and encouraging her to finish the sentence. 

Isabelle couldn't help but giggle, swatting Lola's hand away. "Threeeeeee!' Isabelle called out, finishing the sentence. 

Lola kept smiling back. "Exactly. Three. A dance for all three of us. And it's going to be magical!"

Dani chimed in, "You'll be the star, Isabelle," Dani added, as she twirled into the room effortlessly. "We'll guide you every step of the way, and you'll feel like you're dancing on air! You're already the best dancer in class, and now you're going to be even better! You'll see!"

With excitement bubbling in her heart, Isabelle took her place in the middle of the dance studio/living room, right where Lola placed her. Isabelle could hardly contain the anticipation, her tiny feet eagerly tapping the floor in her slippers. Lola and Dani then assumed their positions on  either side of Isabelle, ready to begin the dance. 'This feels like home,' Isabelle thought, standing between her best friends. 

Lola and Dani started to walk Isabelle through a few simple movements, teaching Isabelle to point her toes and stretch her arms gracefully. "Exactly like that Isabelle. Perfect." Lola applauded her. Isabelle did her best to follow their lead, even if she struggled to keep up with such spectacular dancers, giggling with delight at the joy of moving like a ballerina.

Lola and Dani took turns demonstrating each step of the pas de trois, carefully guiding Isabelle through the magical dance. They showed her how to spin, twirl, and leap with the elegance of a swan. Isabelle did her best which each step, but many were very challenging and required a level of balance she simply no longer had. It was no help that her diaper was forcing her legs further apart, making each bend, leap, tow tap more challenging than they would otherwise be. But Isabelle didn't even notice. In fact, she had lost all recognition that she was even in a diaper. All she knew was that she was insanely comfortable. 

"Are we ready to try with some music?" Dani asked. Isabelle worked to catch her breath, pitter pattering over to the coffee table to grab her sippy cup filled with water, taking a big gulp as she worked to slow her heart rate.

'This is a lot of fun,' Isabelle thought, 'but a lot of hard work.' Isabelle set her sippy cup down, and turned her gaze back to her friends, who were playfully taking turns with some advanced ballet movements. 'For the life of me, I know what this dance is.....but I just can't put my finger on it.' Isabelle took another gulp of water.

"Save some for the fishies Belly," Dani called over mockingly. "Time for music, let's go!" 

Isabelle sighed, putting her water down. It was hard to keep up with her small little legs, but Isabelle made her way back over, and took her position in the center, as Dani turned the music on.

As soon as the music played, Isabelle's heart soared. 'THAT"s what this is!' Isabelle thought, immediately recognizing the tune. It was, of course, Swan lake they had been rehearsing. Specifically, it was a pas de trois done by a group of swans that welcome the audience to their habitat. But Isabelle didn't have much time to think - she needed to dance. 

Isabelle's slippers took over, going through the motions of the dance that Lola and Dani had taught her. Isabelle recognized that her teachers had simplified the dance significantly now that she was able to tie it to the music. And it was a good thing-  Isabelle could hardly keep up with the pace as it was, doing her best to  She felt like a princess in her own fairytale ballet, dancing with her friends under the twinkling lights.

Lola and Dani, easily stepping through the basic dance, watched with pride as Isabelle's dance skills blossomed in front of them. Isabelle's tiny hands moved with grace, her feet glided across the floor, and her face lit up with sheer happiness. For Lola, it was an especially special moment, getting to watch Isabelle dance for the first time. 'She's incredible,' Lola was left thinking to herself, as Isabelle glided in perfect synchrony with her and Dani.

Time seemed to fly by, and soon, they were performing the pas de trois flawlessly, as if they had been dancing together for years. Isabelle was no longer tumbling in transitions, or accidently stepping out of sequence. The three girls flowed perfectly, side by side. The living room became a stage of dreams, and Isabelle's laughter filled the air, complimenting the beautiful music, as it drew to a close.

"Isabelle! You were amazing!!" Lola was practically shouting. In truth, Lola was still stunned at how well Isabelle had done for a girl her age. "I can't wait to tell your mommy how good you are! You have Higgins written all over you!" 

Isabelle was laying on the floor, exhausted, trying to catch her breath. As she did, Isabelle felt that her diaper had swollen up a bit since she had started dancing. 'Is that sweat?' Isabelle wondered, shifting her butt slightly as though to check. "No......No I definitely peed. When did.......' Isabelle thought about trying to figure it out, but decided, she simply didn't care. She was still SO comfortable, her thick diaper seemingly gaining padding and plushness, rather than losing it after her wetting. 'It feels better.' 

Lola watched as Isabelle lay on the floor, her eyes fluttering open and closed, before Isabelle allowed a yawn to escape her mouth. Lola watched as Isabelle turned her head to the side, closing her eyes. Isabelle lay perfectly still, her tummy just popping out from her shirt, her diaper waistband riding just above her pajama bottoms. 'She's precious,' was all Lola could think. 

"I think it's time for someone to go to bed now," Lola announced, as she made her way over to Isabelle and picked her up.

The prospect of her night ending prematurely, however, sent a startle through Isabelle, who shot her eyes open immediately. "NOOOOO!" Isabelle cried out, louder than she had expected. Isabelle gathered herself, before continuing. "Noooo. Pwease. I wanna stay up with you and Dannnnnnnnni."

Lola frowned. 'She's not gong to make this easy on me, is she?' And the truth was, Lola wasn't ready to say goodnight to Isabelle yet either. 

It was Dani who intervened, as she was shifting the furniture back to their original places. "Oh come on Lola," Dani said, looking to score obvious points with Isabelle. "It's girls night. She can stay up a LITTLE past her bedtime. And I know that if we let her, she's going to be a VERY good girl, aren't you Isabelle?"

Isabelle wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. "Uh-huh! I promise!" Isabelle replied, her face full of desperation as she anxiously awaited her fate to be determined. 

Lola sighed. "Okay. Okay fine. To be clear, it is already very past her bedtime. So let's remember that I am the cool one," Lola said, directing her remark at Dani.

"You can watch a movie with us for a little bit. But first you need to brush your teeth," Lola said, now speaking to Isabelle. But before releasing Isabelle, Lola pulled the back of Isabelle's diaper out, as though to check if there were any accidents she needed to know about, before setting her down.

"I'll meet you upstairs in the bathroom." Lola said, "Your toothbrush is already there, and there is a stool for you to reach the sink. Go quick before I change my mind." 

Isabelle didn't bother to nod. She simply waddled her way toward the stair case, using her hands as balance on each step as she climbed all the way to the top. 

"She's a little wet already, but I don't need to change her, do I?" Lola asked Dani, as if to confirm her decision was a good one.

'No way. Those diapers are thick as hell. One would last her half a day, so long as you know, she doesn't poop in them."

Lola nodded. "That won't happen I don't think. She really is supposed to be potty training. I probably should have done a better job taking her to the bathroom more often, even if she's technically supposed to ask." Lola felt like she had let Isabelle down, as she worked to straighten the pillows on the couch. 

Dani just shook her head. "Don't worry about it. You can't blame yourself for all this stuff. And you've already told me she's had plenty of accidents. She's still learning. Don't fret about it. You'll do better with taking her tomorrow."

Lola smiled. She was happy she kept her plans with Dani tonight. Dani simply had much more experience with kids. Even though Lola was not worried about looking after Isabelle, it was nice to have a supportive friend to make her feel better about things just like this. 'Like she said, I'll be a pro in no time.' And Lola truly believed that. 

"Go set up a movie - NOTHING SCARY," Lola felt the need to emphasize, knowing Dani's preferred choice of movie, especially considering the season. "I don't need her going home traumatized because you decided it was the right time to introduce her to the Screwdriver franchise," Lola called back as she ascended the stairs to confirm Isabelle was brushing her teeth.

Dani threw her hands up as though to plead her innocence. "Nothing TOO scary. I hear you, I hear you," Dani responded mockingly, as she made her way down toward the theater room in the basement. 

Lola rolled her eyes as she made her way into the bathroom. 'That girl,' she remarked of Dani, as she pushed open the door. What she found before her, however, was nothing more than comical. Isabelle was there, in fact doing as she was told. Isabelle turned to show Lola that she was brushing her teeth, toothpaste all over her face. The countertop, similarly, was covered in toothpaste, and the nearby depleted tube looked as though it had exploded. 'Guess I can't let her do this on her own,' Lola realized. 

"Sweetie. What on earth happened in here. It looks like a firehose of toothpaste went off!" Lola immediately regretted making a joke, which only caused Isabelle to spit even more toothpaste out as Lola grabbed a washcloth, and wet it under the sink. "Let's finish up without any more giggles while I clean up here." Lola said, as she proceeded to wipe the counter down and discard the now-empty tube of toothpaste. Isabelle spit her mouth out, as Lola handed her a cup of water, helping her have some to rinse her mouth out. 

"Now we have to wipe you too," Lola narrated, as she proceeded to clean Isabelle's hands, face, and even "god...how did you get toothpaste on your ear?" Lola genuinely wondered, as she finished cleaning Isabelle up. "Okay, now let's go downstairs and watch a movie!"

"YAY!" Isabelle replied. "What are we going to watch Lola?" Isabelle asked, genuinely curious. 

"Something normal, we can only hope. For both our sakes." And Lola meant it. 

Isabelle and Lola arrived in the theater room to find Dani with a big bowl of popcorn -"What - I couldn't help it!" Dani explained - and a movie already set up. 

"Dani! I said nothing scary. Come on!" Lola said, expressing some genuine frustration.

"What?" Dani replied. "It's a good movie. A KIDS movie I should emphasize."

"It literally has the word MONSTER in the title of the movie Dani!" Isabelle shuddered at the word, and Lola waved toward Isabelle as if to prove her point.

"Yes, Monsters LLC. It is fantastic. And I promise its not scary. She'll love it. It's great." Dani explained, as she put a handful of popcorn in her mouth. "Also sufficiently Halloweeny." 

Lola sighed and gritted her teeth as she took the middle of the three leather seats in the front row of the room. "I am going to K-I-L-L you if this scares her."

Dani's response was curt - she threw a piece of popcorn at Lola. 

Isabelle stood by facing her friends who were seated side by side. Her eyes moved from Dani, on the left, to Lola, in the middle, to the empty chair on the right.

"Come sit down Belly," Lola said, as she patted the empty chair. "It won't be scary," Lola added, wondering if Isabelle was feeling apprehensive after their discussion. "Dani PROMISES," Lola emphasized.

But that wasn't the problem. "You have to go there!" Isabelle demanded, not quite sure what had overcome her as she pointed to the seat on the right hand side. "I wanna go in the middle!" Isabelle couldn't believe she had made such a demand at Lola. But she couldn't help herself. "I wanna sit next to everyone!"

Lola laughed as she stood up. "See?" Dani retorted. "She sensed you were trying to take away her fun and now wants to sit next to me!" Dani teased, as Isabelle climbed up into the now vacant middle seat. Lola took the seat on her other side. "Here," Dani continued. "Just for that, you get some popcorn.

Isabelle happily accepted, picking up three pieces - immediately dropping one - and putting two into her mouth. ("Dani! She just brushed her teeth!). But Isabelle needed to clarify her position after she swallowed. "No! Next to everyone!" 

Now it was Dani's turn to smile. "Yes yes, next to everyone I SUPPOSE. Now let's get started." Dani said, as she patted Isabelle's head. Dani proceeded to push play with one remote, and used a second one to turn the lights in the room off. 

Isabelle recalled watching the start of the movie. 'The monsters do seem somewhat friendly,' Isabelle thought to herself, 'but the big hairy green one is very scary.' Isabelle was particularly disturbed when that monster scared a child in her bedroom, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Isabelle found herself shifting back in her seat, almost as if she was trying to get away from the monster on the screen. 

"You are D-E-A-D," Lola whispered to Dani, who admittedly, had started to feel a little bad. Lola stood up from her seat and lifted Isabelle up in her arms intending to carry her upstairs to bed. As though sensing Lola was going to take her upstairs, Isabelle offered a saving grace. "I like the small blue monster with the big eye," she confessed.

"See, she likes it." Dani repeated. 

Lola sighed once more. 'Fine. One more chance." Lola then took Isabelle's spot on the chair, letting the sweet toddler sit on her lap, laying her head on Lola's chest. Lola stroked Isabelle's back gently, as she settled down, and the movie continued.  

Slowly, but surely, Isabelle felt her eyes grow heavy, and she started missing more and more of the movie. There were some floating doors at one point. And Isabelle could have sworn she saw an octopus lady. The mean salamander had polka dots at one point. And the cute girl ended up friends with all the monsters. But Isabelle didn't see much of the movie, as her heavy eyes shut once and for all to close out her spectacular day. Isabelle hummed against Lola's chest as she slept safely in her friend's arms, Lola holding her tightly as she wet her diaper once more on her lap. 

 

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".......take her up now...............right back..........."

"......I'll come............"

".......quiet. She'll wake............................."

"Okay....Okay....quiet..............................ass"

"Open it.......slowly............................Thanks."

"............down here...................slippers. Take the slippers off......"

"Okay..............I just need..............no not that......................yes the stuffed Rabbit. What else in that bag could possibly be 'Rabbity?'"

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".....Sorry..........Thank........"

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".........................goodnight sweetie.....................

 

 

 

 

 

 

..............................................................I love you."

 

[BabySofia]

Aww… girls night was almost normal! Hope no nightmares though!

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 51

Isabelle rubbed her eyes and sat up. Everything felt strange around her. 'The comforter..............it's wrong." Panic started to set in. Isabelle could feel a cold drop of sweat drop from her brow, down her cheek. 'Where is....where...WHERE IS....." But Isabelle found it - found Rabbity, staving off a full on panic. 

But still. Everything else was wrong. Even the air in the room wasn't right. It was.....'different.' She wasn't home Isabelle realized. But she wasn't sure where she was

Isabelle sat up with a start, her heart still beating faster. It was dark - very dark. It was dark inside the room she was in, which was not her room. It was dark outside her room, which was not her outside. It was all wrong. And Isabelle felt like crying.

Slowly, Isabelle started to breath in and out, and gather her surrounds. "I'm........I'm.....I'm at Lola's, I'm okay." The thought was less comforting than Isabelle would have thought, or hoped. She wanted to be home, in her bed, under canopy, 'with my mommy.'

But at least Isabelle knew where she was. She recognized the bed, the end tables, the lamps, and even the new changing table. But that only helped a little bit. It only helped Isabelle feel a little bit better about herself. 'I still want to cry,' Isabelle confessed, as the panic didn't subside. Everything still felt wrong. She had never felt further from home than she did in that moment.

'I want mommy,' Isabelle thought, but the thought hardly did justice to how she felt inside. "I want mommy......" Isabelle repeated herself, this time out loud. 'But mommy isn't here,' and Isabelle knew that. She needed to do something about it. She didn't want to be alone for one more second. 

Isabelle took Rabbity by the paw with her left hand crawled out of bed. As her feet hit the floor, Isabelle could feel the weight of her wet diaper sink between her legs. As Isabelle waddled toward the door, she was surprised at how consistently comfortable the diaper still felt. The diaper had this magical ability to be forgettable one moment, yet noticeable in only the best ways the next. And that was despite the diaper forcing her to walk around awkwardly, even more so in its soiled state. 

Isabelle managed her way to the door and reached for the doorknob, pulling it with all her might. The door was heavy, and Isabelle just managed to pry it open enough for her and Rabbity to slip through before the air circulating in the house shut it behind her with a loud bang. The door closing behind her startled Isabelle even more, setting her closer to the edge of a breakdown. It took everything Isabelle had in her not to cry in that moment.

Isabelle found herself moving across the hall and pushing open the door she knew was to Lola's room. Isabelle used her weight this time to push the door in, finding it easier to open up in this direction. It was dark in here too, but somehow, it also felt brighter, as Isabelle could hear the sounds of Lola breathing as she slept. 'It feels better in here already,' Isabelle thought as she dragged Rabbity along her side. Isabelle didn't need to see the room; she knew her way around here. 

Isabelle made a direct line, as quiet as she could toward the bed. Spotting a good, empty spot at the foot of Lola's bed to climb up to, Isabelle set Rabbity down on the bed first. Isabelle then grabbed the comforter with both hands, pulling her right leg on to the bed. It took all of her energy, but Isabelle managed to hoist herself up. Isabelle retrieved Rabbity once more before climbing up toward the top of the covers, pulling them down from Lola's arms, and climbing underneath. 

Isabelle pulled  the covers back over her. As she held Rabbity in close, Isabelle wiggled her way in against Lola's body, setting her head once more on Lola's chest, and shutting her eyes again. Isabelle wasn't sure when it happened, but she knew she could feel Lola pull her in even closer in the night. And Isabelle slept soundly once more.

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The very start of the morning light hit Isabelle's flush cheek through the bedside window. Isabelle tried to turn her head to shield her face from the sun, but found that she was unable to do so; there was something preventing her from moving. Isabelle changed her strategy, freeing her arms from the tight comforter, again with a struggle, but eventually succeeding.

Isabelle noticed she was laying on her side. Using her free hands, Isabelle was able to quickly identify the blockage preventing her from shifting; it was Lola. Laying directly behind Isabelle on her side as well was Lola, her savior of the night, with her left arm draped around Isabelle, holding Isabelle tightly against her body. Isabelle calmed herself and smiled, taking Lola's arm and pulling it over herself tighter, careful not to wake her. Isabelle didn't want to get up just yet. She was still feeling sleepy, and wanted to stay in bed. 

Isabelle was struck, unfortunately, with an all-too familiar feeling. It hadn't, in fact, been the warm sun against her face that had woken her up as she had suspected. No, instead it was something else. It had been her belly, rumbling its rumble as it did. It took Isabelle longer than she cared to confess to identify precisely why it was that her stomach was rumbling, and by the time she did, Isabelle was unfortunately left with few options.

Had she noticed earlier, Isabelle likely could have gotten out from Lola's embrace without waking her friend. Isabelle could have snuck off to the bathroom, with none the wiser, and relieved herself. It would have been a challenge, sure, to get the diaper off. 'But I am sure I could have figured it out.'

Had Lola been awake, Isabelle could have asked for help. Isabelle could have kindly told her that she needed to use the potty, and Lola would have offered to take her. It would have been a little embarrassing, sure, to poop in front of her friend. 'But I could have done it.'

Had Isabelle asked Lola to go use the potty the night before, Isabelle likely could have avoided the situation all together. After all, Isabelle had eaten a lot of veggie nuggets, and her belly was basically bursting. It would have been strange, sure announcing in front of Dani that she had to go. 'But I wouldn't have had to go now.'

Isabelle took a deep, peaceful breath and contemplated her remaining options. Time didn't feel as much of a concern to Isabelle, as the smile expanded further across her face in Lola's warm embrace. So she took her time considering what she might do as she gently rubbed her face against Lola's arm, feeling her friend's warmth, smelling her scent, hearing her breath.

'I could wake her up," Isabelle considered. 'But that's not a very big girl thing to do.' Lola was sleeping after all, and it was rude to wake people up early on the weekends. So Isabell's mind moved on to door number three, as she peacefully considered what other options there might be, dismissing the idea of waking Lola all together.

There was of course, another option, one that was patently obvious to Isabelle  as she felt the warm, comfortable bulk between her legs. The option was practically calling out to her, inviting her, welcoming her to select it. 'It's probably what I'm supposed to do, and I promised to be a good girl," Isabelle reminded herself, her mind not battling her any longer on her newfound point of view.'  After all, she was in a diaper for a reason - she belonged in them, because she wasn't quite ready to potty train yet. 'And it's not like I stayed dry during the night,' Isabelle reminded herself.

It was alluring, Isabelle happily admitted to herself, the last vestiges of her bathroom independence crumbling away in her mind. Her stomach was aching for relief, and relief was readily in sight. Well, not sight, but it was so comfortably and wonderfully wrapped around her waist. Isabelle was still feeling warm and happy under her covers, under Lola's arms, and wasn't ready to get out of bed yet, her happy morning still persisting despite her more immediate needs. And though some part of her felt like she was ready to potty train, 'well...this is different. I don't get to sleep with Lola every night. I can try another time,' Isabelle decided. She was prepared this time for what would happen. She would be the one deciding it would happen.

'Yes,' Isabelle shook away any remaining resistance 'Yes....I can.....I can do this. Yes.' Isabelle thought, her eyes remaining closed, a smile from ear to ear, resigning herself to her best option, her only option, as waking Lola and asking for help was out of the question. 'This is what they expect of me.

'Errrughhhh" Isabelle grunted, as she clutched Lola's arm tighter. Isabelle's body and mind were finally working in sympatico, and it didn't take much more than one push from Isabelle for her sphincter to open up, freeing her semi-soft poop into her diaper, falling into her seat. The relief was insatiable, and Isabelle wanted it again. And so she pushed once more, her body and mind working together once more, as she pushed more semi-soft poop into her diaper, this time falling until there was no room left, and pressing against her butt.

And just like that, Isabelle felt wonderful again. Her stomach felt great. She was comfortable in bed with Lola. And even her diaper felt cozy and warm. So Isabelle closed her eyes and drifted off back to sleep in Lola's bed.

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"Oh. Oh sweeeetieee...WHEEEEEWWWWWWWW." Isabelle woke up to Lola's exaggerated remarks, though couldn't be sure what they were about 

'At least I think they're exaggerated.' 

"Peeeeee-Ah-Yewwwww Belly." Lola repeated, now shifting her weight up off of the bed, and standing at its side. Isabelle felt the comforter being lifted off of her, but still refused to open her eyes. She wasn't ready to face the music yet, though was no completely sure what she had done still. 

Isabelle could hear the laughter in Lola's voice as her friend continued her conversation to herself. "Well. Well well well. When you came into my bed last night I didn't know it was to do THAT," Lola continued joking, hoping to make light of the situation. Despite her attempts at humor, Isabelle was starting to feel badly. She wasn't even certain about what she had done. 

Well. That wasn't exactly true. 'I think I MAY know what this is about,' Isabelle confessed to herself, as she rolled on to her back and sat up, squelching her poopy diaper underneath her. 'Yup......I'm fairly certain I do.' The diaper, for the first time, no longer felt comfortable anymore, her poopy mess having cooled off, and her skin beginning to itch. Between the discomfort of her mess, and Lola's jokes, Isabelle found herself tearing up. 

"I'm.....I'm.....I'm sowwwwyyyyyy" Isabelle forced an apology through her tears.

'Oh no no no no no," Lola said, jogging around the side of the bed and picking Isabelle up. It was her turn to start feeling bad. 'I guess she's feeling a little sensitive about her...well...her poopy diaper,' Lola deduced, as she stroked Isabelle's head. "Don't be silly sweetie. It's not a problem," Lola repeated as she held Isabelle in place on her hip, incidentally squishing her poopy diaper even further. "I was just kidding. I was so happy you decided to come into my bed with me. It was like a slumber party," Lola exclaimed, wiping Isabelle's remaining tears away. 'Don't you worry about your diaper one bit.

Isabelle flopped her head on to Lola's shoulder, still embarrassed and feeling badly. It felt safe in her friend's clavicle, where no one could see her, and she could see no one. Isabelle felt her face burn up as she dug it further into Lola. 

'Come," Lola said, kissing Isabelle on the forehead, 'Let's get you into a fresh diaper." The words went right over Isabelle's head.

Lola carried Isabelle on her hip across the bedroom to where she had laid the sweet girl down to sleep. 'Maybe I should wake Dani...' Lola wondered, as she pushed the door open. Lola had changed Isabelle's wet diapers only twice now - was she really ready for a poopy one? Lola sighed as she pushed the door to Isabelle's room open. 'No. I can do this.' she said, motivating herself. 'When I told Jane I could watch Isabelle, I knew she would have to poop in her diaper eventually.' Lola knew it was inevitable. It didn't mean she was any more ready for it. 'But I have to be. And I want to be.'

Lola resigned herself to the situation, setting Isabelle down on her back on the changing table, before pulling the strap across her stomach. "There there sweetie. It'll all be over soon. Here, take this -' Lola said, as she pushed the unwrapped pacifier into Isabelle's awaiting mouth. As soon as it entered, Lola noticed an immediate cessation to Isabelle's crying. 'Dani was right again,' she thought, as she began pulling Isabelle's pajama pants down, revealing her very much maxed out diaper. 

"Okay sweetie," Lola said, unsure if she was speaking to Isabelle or herself. "Let's get this over with." Lola smiled down at Isabelle, who had managed to stop crying, and was slowly sucking away at her new pacifier, in and out. Lola gently tore at the sides of each of the diaper, opening it up. Immediately, Lola was confronted with a smell that had previously been contained, but now was released to the world. 'EEEGAD. The smell. Its like a biological weapon,' Lola thought to herself, doing her very best to keep her face composed for Isabelle's sake.

Lola took a deep breath before continuing. Lola started by bending Isabelle's legs up, and using the front part of the diaper to wipe as much of the poop off of Isabelle's butt as she could. Dani's voice echoed in her head the whole time: 'You'll want to get as much off as you can with the old diaper, so there isn't as much work for you to do.' Lola remembered discussing her deep fear, which had now become a reality, with Lola just the morning prior. 'My deep fear that I won't be a very good ste-...babysitter.' 

But, surprising even herself, Dani's technique appeared to work well. 'And the smell isn't even really THAT bad,' Lola said, lying to herself. Lola folded the very full diaper up enough so that none of its contents would touch Isabelle, and then proceeded to reach for more than few wipes, cleaning the girl up. Lola was meticulous in cleaning Isabelle, sure to clean every nook and cranny. 'You'll probably get some of it on you once in a while. It just happens.' Dani's voice echoed in her head once more, as Lola noticed a smear of Isabelle's poop spread against her right index finger. "Gross." Lola accidently said aloud, regretting it instantly. 

Isabelle's head perked up at Lola's remark, and she began fidgeting on the table. Isabelle accelerated the rate she was inhaling the pacifier, as her mind raced. 'What?!?! Oh god....she think.....she thinks I'm gross.' Isabelle's emotions were volitile - even more than normal - and her eyes began to well up. Isabelle had already been feeling embarrassed - now she was mortified.

Lola realized her mistake instantly, but there was nothing she could do but cover it up. "Oh no. No no no. Sweetie. I wasn't talking about you. I promise. there was a.....a...." the lie didn't need to be that good, Lola realized. She was lying to a little girl. 'It was a bug. I saw a bug. It was gross. But don't worry. I got rid of it too. It was just a bug." Lola continued to explain, as she finished wiping Isabelle up, depositing the dirty wipes into the diaper - after wiping her finger clean - and moving across to the corner of the room to stuff it all in the Diaper Djinn. 

'A bug?' Isabelle thought, curious. 'That does make sense. Bugs are gross. And as long as it wasn't about me.....' Isabelle wasn't entirely sure that there had been a bug, but willingly accepted that was the case. It was, after all, a better alternative that Lola being grossed out by her.

Lola proceeded to rub soft lotions into Isabelle, followed by some baby oil Dani had explained to use at least once a day. Once Isabelle was all creamed and oiled up, Lola proceeded to reach under the table, pulling out Isabelle's protection for the start of the day. "How about this one?" Lola proposed, as she presented the option to Isabelle.

Isabelle picked her head up to observe what Lola was offering. But what Isabelle saw was unexpected, even if it shouldn't have been. The shock of it alone caused Isabelle to open her mouth up enough, causing her pacifier to fall to the ground. What Lola held in front of her was simply not right; there was no image of Rover-Roo. No image of fairy princesses, or characters from her favorite movies. Even the shape was wrong - there were no leg holes, no wrap-around elastic waistband, no complete shape. 

No.

Lola was not holding a pullup.

She was holding a diaper.

'Some wires must have gotten crossed,' Isabelle concluded. 'Lola must be confused. She simply must think because I wear diapers at night, I also wear them during the day.' But Isabelle also knew that Lola had seen her in her pullups before. In fact, Lola had changed her out of one just the night prior. 'Evidently, some clarification is needed,' Isabelle reasoned

"Nu-uh!" 

Well, it wasn't exactly the well reasoned argument that Isabelle had intended to articulate. So she developed it further.

'I don't wanna diaper. I wanna pullup Lola!" Isabelle explained. 'There, that should do it" Isabelle thought, as she laid her head back down. Surely Lola wasn't just going to put her in a - 

"Oh sweetie," Lola retorted, as she lifted Isabelle's legs up and slid the plain diaper decorated with pink animals on it, under Isabelle. "Your mommy told me that you want to start wearing pullups. But your mommy also said you just weren't ready." Lola proceeded to pick up the blue bottle of baby powder, twisting it open. "And that's okay. Before you know it, you'll be a superstar. But for now, we're just going to dress you in this."

Isabelle felt the blood leave her face, as she went pale, cold and stiff. 'This is outrageous. This is preposterous. Unacceptable. This is. This is......THIS IS....." Isabelle felt herself on the verge of exploding. 'But I promised mommy I would be good,' Isabelle reminded herself. 'Surely a second attempt at reason will work?' Isabelle wondered.

"But I wear pullups during the day. Diapers are for night!' Isabelle explained, as she could feel Lola powder the diaper underneath her, followed by her crotch. "I want my pullups. Gimme. My. PULLUPS!" Isabelle was starting to get loud again. 
 
Lola paused her process, setting the powder down. 'She must want to show me that she is just a big girl,' Lola deduced. Lola shifter her body to the side so that she could look down into Isabelle's eyes. "I know that you're a VERY big girl sweetie. And a big girl is a girl who listens and behaves, right?" Lola added, trying to do her best to get past this before it became an issue. Lola lowered her face even closer, with a big smile, as she pulled the Front of Isabelle's diaper up, sealing it tightly shut with the hook and loop tabs.

'And besides," Lola added, before kissing Isabelle's belly, "Your mommy didn't pack any pullups for your sweetie. And we don't have any here to put you in! Come, let's go get you dressed and give you something to eat instead of worrying about silly things like diapers or pullups." Lola lifted Isabelle up, setting her down on her feet. 

'It's........its....not possible.' Isabelle's mind was trying to process what Lola was saying, but her insides just wanted to burst. 'I......why wouldn't mommy pack my pullups?' Isabelle wondered. 'Sure....I had a couple of accidents.....but I wear pullups....' Isabelle immediately felt uneven on her feet. 'Am I lightheaded? Sick?' Isabelle was doing her best to cope with the change that had occurred, but she felt like throwing a tantrum  'I know...... I know I'm supposed to behave though......mommy....mommy made me promise....'

Isabelle turned her gaze back toward the lines of shelves built into the changing table, unwilling to move her wobbly legs just yet. Isabelle's eyes moved from shelf to shelf, searching for what she knew just had to be there. There was a shelf stocked with the diaper she had worn the night prior, and another shelf with another series of thick diapers, some of which she recognized; there were ones her mom had likely sent. But the remaining shelves didn't have any pullups. Two more shelves were loaded with diapers, similar in size to the one she had on, but with tons of different designs. And finally, the last shelf appeared to boast another kind of diaper, one Isabelle didn't recognize at first.

'She wasn't lying.....' Isabelle sighed. She had to accept that Lola had been telling the truth. But it didn't make her less angry. "Now I am angry at mommy.' Isabelle decided, feeling a demon inside her growing larger and larger.

Lola allowed Isabelle to take her time looking at the changing table, confirming for herself that there were no pullups. 'What an odd thing for her to ask for,' Lola thought to herself. 'Maybe I'll let Jane know. If she's asking for them, maybe she's ready to start potty training again.' Lola smiled as she recalled a number of the stories Jane had told her about Isabelle's first foray into that effort. 

"Arms up sweetie," Lola announced, as Isabelle reluctantly accepted. Lola pulled a pink sundress with yellow flowers over the toddler's head, letting it fall down to her knees. "See sweetie? Let's not worry about it for one more second. Come. Take my hand. Let's go downstairs together." Lola was in desperate need for some coffee. 

Isabelle looked back up at Lola, taking a deep breath to try and subside her anger, before taking Lola's outstretched hand. Isabelle looked back up at Lola, doing her best to put a smile on. "Okay." It was progress, even if it didn't feel like it.

Isabelle was glad to be holding Lola's hand as they moved out of the room and toward the staircase. She still felt a little wobbly. 'Perhaps its just the diaper, throwing me off,' Isabelle wondered. But the truth was, the diaper was incredibly comfortable. It was not quite as nice as the night diaper she had been in, lacking the same amount of cushion. 'But it's pretty friggin amazing too,' Isabelle thought.

Once they arrived at the stairs, Isabelle used her free hand to hold the railing to provide her additional balance. "One more big stair...." Lola sang, as they reached the bottom of the steps. Isabelle decided to jump it, to make a little show of it. And she landed it perfectly! "Yay! Good job Isabelle. Into the kitchen." 

Isabelle continued to hold Lola's hand as they entered the kitchen, and made their way toward the fridge. "Okay BIG GIRL," Lola said, hoping to validate Isabelle's feelings. Lola watched as Isabelle smiled at the remark, apparently working. "Let's get some food in your tummy. Up we go." Lola said, as she picked Isabelle up, and slipped Isabelle into a new piece of furniture that Isabelle had not noticed when she entered the kitchen.

Isabelle had not reacted quickly enough to stop what was happening. Instead, Isabelle had been distracted yet again by the kitchen. It wasn't the shiny appliances, cookware, or even kitchen island per se that had distracted her this time. No, it was the fact that the kitchen felt as though it had ever so slightly grown in the night. Isabelle thought the idea of the kitchen simply growing was a little silly, but refused to laugh, despite wanting to, because she was still grumpy about the pullup situation. 

In fact, it  was only after Lola had secured Isabelle safely in hear seat, that Isabelle noticed a difference. Isabelle tried to shift forward, to reach the kitchen island in front of her, but was prevented by something she had not expected; it was a tray of some sort. That was when Isabelle noticed what was really going on.

She was in a highchair.

Isabelle turned her gaze to her right, looking at the stools that stood in a perfectly neat line beside her. Not one of them boasted her booster seat any longer. No, Isabelle was sitting in the seat that was newly designated for her. And Isabelle was not happy about it, the anger from the morning boiling over, coming near a breaking point. 

The elegant highchair that stood tall, firm, and sturdy near the kitchen island, with the tray in front of Isabelle abutting the island itself. It was unlike any highchair Isabelle had seen before—made of sleek, polished wood with a cushioned seat that looked, and felt, as soft as a cloud. The wood frame had  intricate carvings of all sorts of cartoonish characters in it, eating various foods with smiles on their face that Isabelle did not share. Had she not been so angry, it would have felt more like a throne than a highchair. 

Lola set down a sippy cup that Isabelle hadn't see before on the tray. The cup was shorter, with smaller hand grips flanking each side of the cup. The colorful pink top boasted a flatter and wider nozzle to retrieve the contents from. The exterior was covered in even more cartoon characters, all smiling at Isabelle just like the ones on her chair. It did not make her feel better. 

The mere sight of the creamy, delicious looking milk inside had Isabelle salivating. However, she had bigger fish to fry. Isabelle had had enough of this nonsense. 

"NO. NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Isabelle was in full on tantrum mode, and there was no soothing, no calming, no words that were going to help her now. 

"I don't want the highchair!" Isabelle protested, crossing her arms. "I DONT NEED IT. I WANNA SIT THERE," Isabelle demanded, pointing to the stool nearby. "AND I WANT MY PULLUPPPPPPPS" Isabelle was now shouting about everything that bothered her. Everything that was wrong about the morning. Isabelle was having big, big feelings, and she was letting them out in a big, big way.

Lola, who had been collecting items in the fridge, was startled by the response. 'She sat in that just last night.....ugh....rough morning already.' But Lola knew that would need to handle the situation with more grace than she was receiving. Lola set the items in her hands down, and crouched down to Isabelle's level. "It's okay, Isabelle. The highchair is here to keep you safe while you eat. It's just for breakfast time. It's your special chair!" 

But Isabelle was not easily convinced. 'She thinks those little words are going to work? On me? AFTER WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME?!?' No, Isabelle was determined to express her displeasure. Her extreme displeasure. And she wanted to make it hurt too.

Isabelle's bottom lip quivered, and her eyes welled up with tears. "No highchair!" she insisted, her voice trembling. "NO DIAPERS!" Isabelle cried louder now. She was at her absolute breaking point, kicking her legs out in a fruitless attempt to escape from her chair. And so finally, after that failed, Isabelle let loose. "AND NO YOU! I HATE YOU" 

There is was. Isabelle intended to make it hurt. And she did. But she couldn't believe what she had said. And as Isabelle continued to cry loudly, she was pretty sure it wasn't about the diapers, or the highchair, or anything else. She was sad for being so mean. 

Lola did her best to control her face. Lola was no beginning to feel a mix of anger and sadness herself. But mostly sadness. 'Am I failing?' She had to wonder. Lola wanted to understand that it was just Isabelle going through a phase of asserting her independence. 'I suppose transitions and change can sometimes just be challenging for little girls like Isabelle.' But it didn't mean that Isabelle's words didn't break her heart.  

Lola took another breath to compose herself before turning to face Isabelle, putting on her bravest face. "Sweetie," Lola started, as she considered approaching Isabelle to comfort her, but electing to giver her space instead. "I can see that you are having lots of grumps this morning. And if you need to cry, or scream, or yell, that's okay. But I am not going to respond until you have decided to calm down. So get it all out of your system. And when you're ready to talk to me like a big girl, we can talk." 

Lola wasn't sure if she was saying what she said for Isabelle's sake, or her own. 'She said...she hates me......' Lola almost wanted to cry herself, laughing internally at the thought of the two of them in the kitchen, each breaking down in tears. Lola just hoped she was handling the problem properly. She patiently tried to distract her with the promise of a delicious breakfast.

"I know you don't like it right now, but it's only for a short while, Isabelle. We'll have breakfast together, and then you can play and have fun." Lola explained, as she continued preparing Isabelle's breakfast. 

Isabelle's cries slowly began to subside as Lola continued to reassure her. Isabelle continued to heave and sob, however, as Lola prepared a delightful spread of fruit, toast, and yogurt, arranging them neatly on a colorful plate for Isabelle. Isabelle was too ashamed to admit it, but her eyes sparkled with delight as she saw the array of delicious treats, her stomach grumbling for the food. Isabelle wasn't ready to admit it though, so concealed her desire by picking up her sippy cup, using it to shield her face as she drank it.

Lola placed the plate in front of Isabelle on a tiny table, making sure everything was within her reach. Isabelle turned her head to the side as Lola approached, only because she was still embarrassed. But the movement was like another arrow to Lola's heart, who couldn't help but shed a tear behind Isabelle's back after placing the food down. 

'She really does hate me,' Lola thought to herself, as she wiped the tear away. 'Coffee. I need to make coffee,' Lola told herself, giving her something to distract herself with. "Once you finish eating sweetie, then you can get down from your highchair. Okay?"

The offer was more than reasonable. 'In fact, its more than I deserve after how I treated Lola just now.' But Isabelle was still struggling internally with eating her breakfast. It felt like, if she ate the food, she was accepting the highchair. If she ate the food, she would be accepting the diaper. If she ate the food......'If I eat the food.........If I.........' Isabelle's thoughts were cut off once more by the grumble in her stomach, this one considerably louder. "....Aw hell. I am starving," Isabelle caved, as she ignored the plastic fork and spoon Lola had set down, using her hands to pick up variations of berries, banana, and apple slices on her plate. 

Slowly but surely, Isabelle's frown turned into a half-smile, and she started to nibble on her toast. Lola sipped her coffee, watching as Isabelle ate every bite of food Lola had prepared, washing it down with her milk. Isabelle hadn't even seemed to notice when Lola re-filled her sippy cup after Isabelle finished it, as the little girl ate and drank away happily. 

With each bite, Isabelle's mood brightened. Isabelle could feel Lola's cheerful presence, around her, and though she was feeling better, the shame of what she had said lingered. Isabelle couldn't even pick her head up to look Lola in the eyes. She didn't know what to do, how to apologize. Isabelle had crossed a line, and she knew it. 'Is there a way back?'

As Isabelle finished the last of her breakfast, her tummy boastfully sticking out proudly, Lola determined breakfast had come to an end, Lola praised Isabelle, hoping it would help her feel better. "Such a good, big girl sitting in her highchair," Lola said. Lola gently wiped Isabelle's face with a soft cloth, wiping away remnant of just about everything Isabelle had eaten. 'Thank god her dress is still clean,' Lola noted, as she unbuckled Isabelle and lifted her out of the seat. Isabelle was shocked Lola was even still willing to compliment her, but still wasn't ready to face the music. 

"Why don't we sit you in front of the couch and put on some cartoons while I clean up?" Lola proposed, not waiting for Isabelle to agree as she set her down and turned the TV on. Isabelle was happy for the distraction - anything to take her mind off how awful she had been to Lola. Isabelle wanted to apologize, and was even starting to say the words. But Lola had turned around so quickly, Isabelle never got the change.

Lola wanted to be alone. She felt like a failure. And in that moment, just needed to be away from Isabelle.

[BabySofia]

Aww... Mommy got out of making the decision for her! 🤣 

I sure hope she makes it up to poor Lola, the girl didn't deserve that and she's taking the toddler tantrum far too personally! Really do love your work here!

[Olympiczero]

24 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

Aww... Mommy got out of making the decision for her! 🤣 

I sure hope she makes it up to poor Lola, the girl didn't deserve that and she's taking the toddler tantrum far too personally! Really do love your work here!

Could be! Or maybe something else? I think Lola is just not used to tantrums. Only child, no little siblings. And she's a little nervous and sensitive about the whole weekend. If I know anything about Isabelle, and I'd like to think I do, I'd expect a proper apology soon enough. 

Thank you as always. I love receiving comments from the readers. It really encourages me to keep going! 

[Emmy Sky]

Belated congrats on 50 (now 51) chapters!

[keith60]

good story 

[Olympiczero]

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 52

"So," Dani said, before biting down on the last of her toast, and bringing her coffee to her lips to wash it down. "To recap, you woke up to a poopy diaper in your bed, got some poop on your finger during a diaper change, endured the wrath of a toddler tantrum, and then cried in the kitchen by yourself. Did I get that correctly? Sound about accurate?"

Dani was mocking her. But Lola wasn't in any mood to be mocked. "It isn't funny Dani." Lola responded tersely. 

"Actually," Dani said as she slurped another sip of coffee, "I find the idea of you waking too poop in your bed and you getting some poop on your finger to be quite funny. Hilarious even. Just be thankful it wasn't a blowout in your bed."

Lola starred at her friend. 'How can she POSSIBLY be so calm and relaxed after everything I just told her. "She told me she hated me Dani. HATE-TED me. She's going to tell her mom. Jane will never trust me with Isabelle again. And WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?" Lola was getting genuinely angry at her friend's snickering. 

'I am laughing," Dani explained as she stood up, "because you deserve to be laughed at right now. You're taking this wayyyy too seriously.' Dani said, before cutting Lola off before she could interrupt her. "She's a little kid Lolz. She has tantrums. She yells stuff. She didn't mean it. She probably doesn't even know what she said. She doesn't hate you at all. In fact, she's probably forgotten she said anything all together." Dani continued to sip her coffee.

"It......It didn't feel like it was just......It felt like she meant it Dan." Lola knew her friend was probably right. But Lola was hurt. Lola turned her gaze toward Isabelle, her small body in the same exact spot Lola had set her down in front of the couch, eyes fixed on the television. 'It really doesn't even seem like she cares that she upset me.' Lola thought. "And that might be the worst part of it all.'

"Listen," Dani said, interrupting Lola's morose train of thought. 'Let's list all the things you did right. You snuggled her into your bed after she probably had a nightmare - for which, I am not responsible." 

Lola scoffed at Dani's disclaimer. "You're totally responsible if that's what happened."

Dani wouldn't hear it. "Next, you changed her out of, what sounds like, a very poopy diaper. Then, you fed her a delicious breakfast. And now," Dani gestured toward the living room, "she's laying on the ground watching cartoons. She's happy. And you're doing a great job. I promise." 

Lola listened as her friend spoke, feeling a little better about her efforts. "I did do all those things. But it was odd. She fought me on so many things that didn't seem to bother her yesterday. She went on and on about wanting a pullup, when her mom didn't even pack any. And then she threw a fit about sitting in the highchair that we fed her dinner in just last night." Lola couldn't reconcile Isabelle's behavior.

"Kids do weird things. It's probably just because she wanted to sit where you were sitting. The pullup fixation is probably something from school, or wanting to prove she's a big kid to her new older sist - " Dani started to tease, but thought better of it, as Lola's eyes pierced her very soul "...prove she's a big kid to you."

Lola sighed. "I'm sure you're right. But why do I feel so crappy about it then?"

Dani laughed again, as she went over to the coffee pot to refill her mug. "Because no matter how many things you do right, eventually, she will have a tantrum and make you feel crappy. It's what kids do. Like I said, aren't they the best?"

This time, Lola did smile. It was nice having Dani around. "How about this," Dani said as she made her way over to Lola, rubbing her back. Now it was Lola's turn to let her head fall onto someone's chest. "Why don't I cancel my plans tonight, and stay here again. Just to help if you need me?"

'No! Absolutely not. You've been looking forward to your...special plans tonight all week.' Lola said, both saying and not saying what she and Dani both knew Dani had planned for her evening Lola was not about to get in the middle of it. 

"Nonsense," Dani responded. "Chicks before - " Dani stopped her sentence as Lola kicked her, spotting Isabelle approaching from the corner of her eye. Dani caught on, and elected to change her language "....boys. And in any event, I would have FAR more fun here. Isabelle," Dani said, turning to the toddler who inched up next to them. Dani and Lola were both keenly aware that Isabelle hadn't picked her eyes up from the floor. "Would it be okay if I have another sleepover with you and Lola tonight Belly? I would really like to, if you're okay with it?"

Lola watched as Isabelle, eyes still on the floor, slowly nod her head. Dani looked back at Lola. "See? Isabelle has invited me over. I can't say no now! I'll reschedule my other plans." 

"...can I have some more pwease?" It was barely a mumble, and had someone else been speaking, Lola wouldn't have even heard. But fortunately it was quiet when Isabelle spoke. Lola turned her eyes down to Isabelle who was holding her empty sippy cup up. The poor girl still hadn't picked her head up once, and she looked utterly pathetic lifting her empty cup out, asking for help. Lola wasn't sure how to help, other than give the girl what she wanted. 

"Of course you can sweetie," Lola responded, doing her best to air a positive attitude in her voice, and keep Isabelle's spirit up. "Do you want water or juice?"

Isabelle's response was barely a whisper, her gaze not once leaving her feet.. "...uice..."

'Okay sweetie," Lola said, as she filled the sippy cup with the remaining apple juice on the counter handing it back. "Why don't you go finish your show before we wrap up and go out?" 

Isabelle didn't even nod. She simply took the juice and ran off, still too embarrassed to even look at either Dani or Lola.

"See?" Dani said, triumph in her voice for all the wrong reasons. "She feels badly. She can't even look at you. She didn't mean it Lola. You'll be fine."

Lola didn't want Isabelle to feel badly. 'I just wish it hadn't happened to begin with.' Lola knew Dani had been right. It was just hard to accept. But there was one other thing Dani had said that Lola still didn't understand.

"What's a 'blowout'?" 

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Isabelle raised no complaints when Lola strapped her into her RISABABY as they left the house around 10:30 that morning. 'How can she still smile at me...' Isabelle wondered, as Lola expertly braided Isabelle's hair into two braided pigtails, before lifting her, and depositing Isabelle into her stroller. "......even after the way I treated her." Isabelle accepted the sippy cup of water Lola handed her, content to be able to hide from Lola's gaze using the stroller's overhead cover.

Isabelle wanted to apologize to Lola all morning. She just didn't know how to. 'I can't believe I said those things to her...' Isabelle had promised to be on her best behavior, and she had been anything but. 'And it isn't Lola's fault,' Isabelle realized. 'It was mom that didn't pack any pullups for me.....but also the highchair?' It had all just been so confusing to Isabelle that morning. 'I just...lost control.' The worst part of it all was Lola was still being so sweet to her. 'She deserves better.' 

Isabelle watched as Lola pulled a large strapped bag around her shoulder, before disappearing behind her. Sure enough, the stroller started to move, and they were on her way. 

Isabelle was surprised at how much she was enjoying being in the stroller. 'Maybe its a good thing I didn't complaint about this TOO.' She realized she just needed to give it a fair chance. It was nice, not having to walk with such small legs. And it was almost like riding a roller coaster. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as they went down the steep decline toward the village shops Isabelle knew all too well. 

There were other advantages too. The seat was, admittedly, extremely comfortable. After Lola had strapped her in, Isabelle allowed herself to rest back into the seat, rather than sit up and pull against the straps. The seat was not only padded and supportive, but was extremely soft, and her diapered butt fit perfectly into the seat. In fact, Isabelle all but forgot the five point harness keeping her safely inside. She was simply comfortable.

The best part, however, was getting to focus on looking around instead of walking. Isabelle had been so uneasy on her feet that morning, she worried that if she had to use all of her energy focusing on her steps, she would have missed the world around her. Isabelle smiled as she spotted cardinals flying, chirping away as they walked. Isabelle saw squirrels running up their trees, the pretty flowers lining the gardens along Mansion Row, and the beautiful cars driving up and down the street as Lola navigated the stroller along the sidewalk. 

There was of course one drawback. As Lola pushed Isabelle along, she found herself largely excluded from the conversation Dani and Lola were having behind her. Isabelle caught pieces of it, but on top of finding her attention more easily grabbed by the things going on around her, it was hard to hear even when she was focusing on her friends' conversation.

"............................told him we would just move our plans to next weekend..............'

"....................feel bad................................come over later anyway?

"....................no.......................with his.....................................and his sister....................."

".................already have plans...............halloween.........................my place."

"That's right.........................work out for the better............................if you know, that's okay."

"oh............................anyway..........I said we would meet her around noon.......................can hold on until then............."

"........hungry..........................seems happy.........................going to be fine."

Even if it was a little frustrating, Isabelle wasn't quite ready to face her humiliation yet. 'Maybe being excluded right now isn't the worst thing,' Isabelle though, as her stroller hit a little bump, bouncing her upward before the decline finally levelled off.

"Sorry sweetie!" Isabelle heard Lola call from behind her.

'She's still being too nice to me...'

Isabelle had been to the local village shops more time than she could count. It would be her first time though in her current state. The village was only about a ten minute walk from Lola's, and the girls often found themselves there in the past after staying over at Lola's on Friday nights. Lola instantly recognized the designer stores and nice restaurants as Lola made her way in along the path, waving to a mother who was pushing a similar stroller to her own as they passed one another.

"How about we explore some stores before we meet our friend for lunch?" Lola proposed, trying her best to include Isabelle. Isabelle didn't respond, but didn't exactly object either.

The village was like a picture-perfect postcard, with cobblestone streets, quaint little houses, and blooming flower gardens. It was busy that morning, with lots of parents, kids, and teenagers like Lola and Dani about. Lola pushed Isabelle past store after store, each boasting its own unique charm. Isabelle felt her mood was already changing for the better, releasing her bladder without paying any attention to it at all.

Their  first stop was a lovely bookstore with shelves stacked with colorful storybooks. Lola wheeled Isabelle's stroller into a section appropriate for her age, while Dani disappeared to find a book that she had been looking for. "Why don't you see if you can find a story for me to read to you tonight before bed? Pick any one you want," Lola told Isabelle, as she unbuckled Isabelle's harness and helped her out of her stroller. 

Isabelle felt the sag of her diaper droop between her legs as she waddled her way over to a shelf full of colorful books, excited to explore and investigate them. Isabelle picked up a few of what she determined to be the best choices, clinging to the books as if they were treasures to be cherished forever. Isabelle found what she determined to be a safe place to set them down, laying on her stomach and flipping through them.

Lola smiled as she watched Isabelle look through the books, not a care in the world. Lola spotted a low chair near Isabelle, and decided to sit down on it, and started stroking Isabelle's back as she was distracted by the books. Sensing an opportunity, Lola lowered her hand, pulling Isabelle's dress up, and pressing her fingers against her diaper. 'She's definitely wet. But I'm thinking she can last a bit longer," Lola thought, not seeing anywhere to change Isabelle in the small book store. 

Isabelle was too distracted by her fun to even notice what Lola was doing. Finally, Isabelle settled on a book about penguins, holding it up for Lola to see. "This one looks to be the best!" Isabelle said enthusiastically, realizing it was the first time she had met Lola's eyes since she had yelled at her that morning. And starring back at her was Lola's unconditional loving gaze. 'I don't deserve her," Isabelle thought, as she heard Dani return from behind her.

"Can't believe they had it - ooooh. Penguins. Neat choice Belly," Dani added, as Lola took the book from Isabelle. 

"Why don't you walk for a little bit sweetie," Lola proposed, as they made their way to the register together. "Just stay close." Lola figured the walking might help tire Isabelle out a little bit. 

From the book store, the trio made their way to a boutique clothing store. Isabelle waddled alongside the stroller ahead of Lola and Dani, stopping periodically to point at various store fronts, and to pick up a penny she found that had fallen near a bench. 'SCORE,' Isabelle thought, as she held on to her prize tightly. 

Dani and Lola were elated to see that the store they picked had children's clothes, forgetting entirely that they had come there for themselves. Lola and Dani guided Isabelle through the store, picking pretty dress after pretty dress, and adding to a pile. The morning was filled with laughter and delight as Lola and Dani dressed Isabelle up in outfit after outfit, snapping photos of their super model the whole time. Isabelle didn't mind - she was having fun with it too, feeling like a little fashion star with every new outfit.

"Oh sh-" Lola stopped herself, as she changed Isabelle back into her regular clothes. "-ooooey. Shoeey. I lost track of the time Dani. It's already almost 12:30. Tori has probably been waiting for us for a while. Leave all of those things - except the little bathing suit. I want to keep that one " Lola took the navy one piece bathing suit, decorated with flamingos, and paid at the register. "Hop back in sweetie. We're in rush, so please sit still."

Isabelle climbed in to the stroller, doing as she was told. 'I guess things are going better since breakfast.' Isabelle wanted to simply pretend the morning didn't happen as Lola pushed her quickly down the village sidewalk. 'But I know I owe her more than that.' It was getting near time to rip the band-aid off. 

As Lola rounded the corner, Isabelle saw that they had arrived at a familiar cozy café with outdoor seating. The spot served sandwiches and salads, and cool, homemade iced tea that was wonderful to have on a farm fall day. Isabelle hadn't noticed how hungry she had been until they passed the first few tables, Isabelle literally drooling as the smells filled her nostrils, causing her to sit up and lean out from the stroller. But then Isabelle heard a familiar voice.

"Oh my god. You were totally right Dani. She has the TOTAL hot mom look going." 

Isabelle's attention turned toward the voice, where she saw Tori sitting at a four-person table, partially covered by an overhead umbrella, providing some shade. Isabelle watched as Dani hugged Tori, retreating into her stroller to hide from her old dance mate. Isabelle was happy when Lola stopped the stroller on the far side of the table, kicking out the break to she wouldn't roll away.

"Right? It's the outfit, the diaper bag, the stroller. It's a total vibe," Dani responded to Tori, "annnnnndddd. it. really. does. suit. her." Dani teased, emphasizing each word as she looked back at Lola, moving out of the way so Lola could hug Tori as well. 

"Ew! Why on earth did you say I have 'mom vibes?" Lola asked Dani, as she embraced Tori. "Teenage mom is NOT 'hot' mom, for the record.  And let's get 'mom vibes' out of our vocabulary when describing me." Lola said, waving her open palm in a circle at her friends. "Besides, she's already got one of those." Lola returned to the seat next to Isabelle's stroller, setting the diaper bag down.  "And for the record, there is nothing wrong with my outfit." 

Tori and Dani laughed, as Dani took her seat as well. "Belly, are you going to say hi to our friend Tori?" Dani asked, as she pushed the stroller cover back from over Isabelle's head, removing the one place Isabelle had to hide. She was now exposed, and left with no other options. 

"Hi Tori." Isabelle said sheepishly, as she waved gently, before re-adjusting herself as far back as she could in the seat. Isabelle was desperate to conceal herself, pulling the front of her dress up with her hands as if to seek any shelter from being left open to the world. The consequential effect was that she simultaneously revealed her very soggy diaper to the whole table. 

"Well hello there cutie," Tori responded, noticing the yellowed diaper immediately, and waving back. "She is just precious Lolz." 

"Yah," Lola confessed. "She kind of really is," Lola said, turning her gaze to Tori with a smile. "But it also looks like she's needing a diaper change. Excuse....Excuse me," Lola said, calling a waiter over. "Can we just get one highchair here in place of this seat." The waiter nodded, smiling at Isabelle before taking the chair away and disappearing.

"I'll be right back," Lola said, lifting the strap of the diaper bag over her shoulder once more. "I'm going to go change her in the bathroom." Lola picked Isabelle up on to her other hip, and started making her way into the restaurant. 

"See?" Dani said, raising her voice so that Lola was much within earshot. "Total hot mom vibes." Lola turned, scoffing at the table, as she watched her two friends laugh away.

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Isabelle settled into her highchair without a peep. 'I'll get through this weekend, and then deal with this with mom. No more problems for Lola.' The highchair wasn't nearly as comfortable as the on at Lola's, but it did have one advantage - there was no tray, so Isabelle was pulled right up to the table just like all the other girls. 'Plus, the fresh diaper feels really nice.' 

Dani, flanking Isabelle on her other side, reached over and lovingly wiped a bit of drool from Isabelle's chin as she spoke to her friends. "How lucky are we to have the cutest little lunch date?" Tori and Dani nodded, smiling at Isabelle's adorable antics, as she allowed Dani to wipe her face. 

As the friends perused the menu, Isabelle showed her own enthusiasm for lunch by clapping her hands and pointing to various words on the menu, though she had no idea what they were. 'Maintain the illusion you can read, and maybe Tori will believe you can.' Isabelle intended to be taken seriously. Soon, the waiter who had fetched the highchair returned to take their order.

"Sweetie - what do you think you want to eat? They have pasta, or tasty chicken fingers and fries. Or even a hamburger. What do you want?" Lola asked, kindly pointing to some food on another table to show her what the food looked like.

'Breaded, fried chicken, AND fried potatoes? Thank you.' Isabelle thought. "Chickies!" Isabelle responded, before bothering to form a complete sentence in her head. The three teenagers smiled at Isabelle's adorable response, before ordering the food, each of the girls getting some sort of extravagant salad. 

While they waited for their food, Tori, Dani, and Lola caught up on the events of school that week; classes were hard, but fun; dance was brutal, but worth it, and social life - friends, boys, and all manner of activities that were going on in 12th year. "I can't wait to come over for your party next week Lolz." Tori said, as the waiter set her salad down in front of her. 'Do you know what you're going to dress as?'

"She's going to be a cat, because she is lame." Dani responded playfully, before Lola could answer. 

"Excuse me. A cat is classic. And very halloweeny! And you have no idea what you're going to be, as usual." Lola added smugly. "At least I am prepared. And let's not use the word 'party' to describe the event,' Lola said, turning to Tori. "My dad doesn't allow 'parties,' especially unsupervised ones. It's more of a......controlled get-together." Lola finished, before turning to Isabelle. "Do you want some ketchup on your plate?" 

Isabelle was too distracted by the plate that was set in front of her to participate in the Halloween conversation. There was a pile, as high as her head, off perfectly golden chicken tenders, piled high on top of a mountain of fries. 'I have never in my life seen a more beautiful sight,' Isabelle thought, as she began drooling once more, her eyes practically popping out of her head. "Ye....Yes pwease...." Isabelle responded, as Lola sprayed a but of ketchup on a side plate. 

Isabelle didn't wait any longer, grabbing at the first tender, dipping it in the ketchup and munching it, as she managed to spread ketchup immediately all over her hands and face. As she continued to grab, dip, munch, and mess, Isabelle unknowingly sent little bits of her meal flying around the table. "She really was hungry," Tori said, as all three teens chuckled at Isabelle.

'One..........more...........bi......bi.........bite,' Isabelle thought, as she munched the first half of a fresh chicken tender, before setting the rest down in defeat. Isabelle swallowed, and then slipped down into her highchair, held in place only be the wooden by between her legs which pressed her recently wet diaper up against her. Lola reached over with a wet napkin, wiping Isabelle's hands with no resistance, as Isabelle's eyes started to flutter shut.

Lola reached behind her, taking the folded up stroller, unraveling it. "Come here sweetie," Lola said, as she lifted Isabelle out of her chair, and set her down in the stroller. Isabelle immediately slumped down into the seat, her eyes shutting completely. Lola buckled Isabelle in, before pulling the stroller cover over her head, before sitting back down in her seat. "It's probably past her nap time," Lola explained for Tori's sake, as Lola gently glided the stroller back and forth. The bit of motion put Isabelle right to sleep.

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"........................................been dating for?"

".............months.................................before summer.............................belle only learned a few weeks ago or so................"

"..................................................like, for real?"

Isabelle could tell she was no longer in her stroller, but still felt incredibly comfortable. She shifted her head to the side, finding soft padding......'...no...not padding......Lola......'  to rest against. "hmmmmmmm," Isabelle moaned, as she felt Lola stroke her hair, doing her best to stay awake and listen to the conversation. But she was still so sleepy.

"..........................................I think.............................................but it's great, really."

".....................................like a total big sister now............................"

"............makes me really happy....................................doing my best.....................never had siblings before, you know?"

".....................obviously is wild about you...........................about Jane, was it?"

"..................actually really cool...................happy for dad too................................for so long." 

Isabelle didn't have much in her. She couldn't fight off the weight of her eyelids, her body physically exhausted.

"..................................to swim.......................................teach.................."

"......................not sure.......................need to call this afternoon..................................and we can try........'

"Cool..................................did Dani............be back?"

".............so more likely around 3..................'

Nope. That was all she had. And Isabelle found herself fast asleep once more.

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".........................sweetie.........."

Isabelle turned her body, her squishy diaper moving underneath her. "mmmmhmmmmm" Her diaper felt nice, Isbaelle had to admit, even in ites very wet state. Isabelle located Rabbity, pulling it in closer, as she settled into the comfortable mattress once more. But it wasn't Rabbity that had woken her up, Isabelle realized, as an arm continued to stroke her.

"............to wake up sweetie.............sleep tonight."

'mmmmmmhmmmmmmhmm" Isabelle mumbled again, as she shifted, feeling her warm diaper press against her once more. 'Maybe these things aren't so bad after all,' Isabelle pondered. Isabelle blinked her eyes open, as she rolled back onto her back, to see Lola sitting beside her. Lola was now stroking her stomach, causing Isabelle to giggle from the tickles. 

"There she is!" Lola said with a smile, as she kissed Isabelle on the forehead. "Time to wake up sweetie, you were out like a log!" Lola explained, as she stood up before lifting Isabelle up from the bed. "Your mommy called when you were asleep," Lola continued, as she set Isabelle down on the changing table, lifting her dress over her head and off, before laying Isabelle down. 'Probably want this,' Lola thought, as she reached for the pacifier and set it into Isabelle's wanting mouth. Isabelle started sucking on it immediately, shutting her eyes once more as she felt Lola tear at the sides of her wet diaper. 

'Your mommy said she loves you very much. And I told her what a good girl you've been, and how much fun were having," Lola narrated, as she pulled the wet diaper from underneath Isabelle, depositing it into the Diaper Djinn. "She can't wait to see you tomorrow she said, but I told her we have lots of fun to have between now and then."

Lola took some of the warmed up wet wipes, and started to clean Isabelle up, bending the girls legs upward so she could access every part of her. Isabelle was getting used to the process, allowing Lola to manipulate her body however she wanted, as she nursed away at the bulb in her mouth. 

"And it all starts with this afternoon. We're going to go swimming in the pool," Lola said enthusiastically, "which means you get to wear your new bathing suit we got today!' 

'That does sound fun,' Isabelle thought to herself, now opening her eyes again, feeling rested after her long morning with Lola and Dani. 

"Now, before we get your dressed," Lola starting proposing, her charge cleaned up, "I thought maybe you'd like to try and use the potty like a VERY big girl. Do you wanna try? Your mommy and I thought maybe you would want to give it a shot?" 

Lola had told Jane about the pullup incident from breakfast. "That's so strange! We've never really tried pullups with her. There was that one time.....but she hasn't shown that she's even close to ready yet!" Jane had explained, much to Lola's relief. "But maybe she's watching her friends at preschool and wants to grow up. Her friend Becky is getting much better..........let her try to use the toilet if you want. See what happens." Lola agreed, though based on the Jane's tone, Lola wasn't expecting much.

Isabelle pondered the offer. "Use the......potty?" the words slipped out of her mouth before she could think. 'But I've been wearing my.................' It was a hard offer to digest. Lola had made clear that there were only diapers available. 'And the diapers are.....well amazing,' Isabelle confessed. But trying the potty? 'It seems like Lola wants me to try....' Isabelle thought, looking back at the smiling girl as she continued to nurse at the pacifier. So Isabelle nodded. 'I'll show her just how big I am.'

"Great!" Lola said enthusiastically, picking Isabelle up off of the changing table. 

'Wait - she's taking me like THIS?!? I am completely naked,' Isabelle thought, as she felt Lola secure her against Lola's hip, carrying Isabelle down the hall and pushing open the bathroom door. Isabelle clung to Lola as tight as she could, praying no one else was upstairs to see her as naked as the day she was born.

But Isabelle's concern about being naked was quickly forgotten when Lola pushed the door to the bathroom open. Isabelle's eyes fell on to the spot where Isabelle knew the toilet was supposed to be. The bathroom was as ordinary as any other, and Isabelle had used it more times than she could count. But the toilet wasn't there.

No, instead, something terrifying was in its place. The toilet had been replaced, or destroyed perhaps, by a giant, hairy, green monster. "Mmmmhmmmm. Delicious children," Isabelle heard the monster say to her, 'Come sit here in my mouth, and let me have a BITE OF YOU!" the monster called to Isabelle, opening its mouth and laughing.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. No...NOOOOO!!!! NO POTTY. NO MONSTER! NO POTTY!" Isabelle screeched out, her pacifier falling to the floor. Isabelle's shriek startled Lola,  as Isabelle continued to scream and try to climb up Lola's side away from the toilet monster. "NOOOOO!" Isabelle cried again, now sobbing uncontrollably.

"JESUS Isabelle," Lola said, almost losing her grip on Isabelle but securing her with both arms, holding her against her body and letting Isabelle's head rest on her shoulder. "Sorry for shouting.........Sorry. Okay. No problem sweetie. No problem, shhhhh shhh shhhh. No potty. No potty,' Lola repeated, as she carried Isabelle out of the bathroom. 'Not ready. Confirmed. Also, will be killing Dani. Confirmed.' Lola thought to herself. "Let's get you ready for swimming instead."

Isabelle couldn't believe what had overcome her. 'It had to be a toilet...but it wasn't.....it was definitely a monster.'  Isabelle didn't need to understand. "I just sure as shoot am not going anywhere near that thing. Not now. Not ever.' Isabelle's heart rate began to slowly steady. Isabelle simply couldn't believe not only what she whined out of her mouth next, but that she also really meant it. "Lola, I want my diapers.'

*********

Isabelle walked side by side with Lola through the glass door toward the back patio. Isabelle was walking more awkwardly than normal. Lola had dressed Isabelle in one of the re-usable polyester swim diapers stored in the changing table. 'They seem to have everything,' Isabelle thought, as Lola snapped the buttons shut on the snug diaper, which hugged her chubby thighs with little ruffle designs. The new material was extremely soft and comfortable, but it was thick in a unique sort of way. 

Lola had then put Isabelle into the new one piece bathing suit she had purchased, adding to the bulk between her legs. The polyester, cross-back bathing suit fit Isabelle like a glove, but it didn't make walk around very easy. "You look great!" Lola had told her though, and Isabelle was feeling confident despite not being able to walk very fluidly.

As they made their way to the backyard, Isabelle spotted Tori already in the pool. On the nearby lounge chairs, Isabelle spotted towels, sunscreen, and even some snacks for their pool adventure. Isabelle also saw her backpack from preschool sitting on its own chair, next to a more colorful and fun towel. Dani was nowhere to be seen, which upset Isabelle a little bit. 

Upon reaching the poolside, Isabelle's eyes widened in awe at the sparkling water. "Can I go in Lola?" Isabelle asked. 

Lola crouched down to Isabelle's level. "Not just yet sweetie. Your mom says you need to wear these floaties to go in. But look, I found the ones that I used to use when I was your age. And now you get to use them to!" Lola said, as she slid the pink and white arm floaties up Isabelle's arms, until they were over her biceps. "Remember, Isabelle, we have to be safe around the pool. You can only go in when either Tori or I am with you, okay?"

Isabelle nodded, understanding the importance of staying close to Lola. Lola proceeded to remove her shirt, revealing her simple, yet stunning, black bikini. Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off of Lola as she tied her hair up into a messy bun, every curve of her friend's body seemingly more beautiful than the last. Isabelle turned red as Lola lowered herself into the pool, Isabelle's eyes tracing Lola's body from top to bottom. 'I never looked like that...even when I looked like that,' Isabelle thought to herself. 

"Okay sweetie. Come to me," Lola instructed, as Isabelle took another step toward Lola's outstretched arms. "There you go," Lola said, as she gripped either side of Isabelle's waist, lifting Isabelle up, and pulling her into the pool on Lola's hip. Lola started to float backward effortless, her feet bouncing along the edges of the pool as she carried Isabelle with her. 

Lola and Isabelle floated along the shallow end of the pool. Isabelle let out a delighted squeal as the water tickled her feet, her waist, and then her chest, as Lola slowly lowered her in bit by bit. The water was refreshing, and in the warm autumn afternoon, was perfectly pleasant. "Ready to go in deeper, Isabelle?" Lola asked.

Isabelle nodded with enthusiasm, and Lola guided her gently as they ventured further into the water, Tori now following them and playing with Isabelle as well. As they floated around, Isabelle gained more confidence, splashing around and giggling with joy. 

"Lucky for you Isabelle," Lola started explaining, 'we have the best swim teacher in all the land here. Tori teaches little girls just like you how to swim at the beach."

For some reason, that rung a bell to Isabelle. 'Where did I hear that before......' Isabelle wondered, her attention focused on her thoughts as Lola approached Tori in the pool. Without asking, Lola handed Isabelle off to Tori. Isabelle stifled a whine as she refocused on what was going on, only moderately managing to stop herself. 

".....hnnnnnnhnn....."

"Oh don't worry cutie. I don't bite," Tori explained. Tori proceeded to take Isabelle through a series of swimming exercises, first getting her to paddle her arms, and then working on kicking her legs. Isabelle kicked and pushed away with all her might, finding that she had somehow completely forgotten how to swim. Isabelle clutched on to Tori no matter what she did, just to be safe.

"Good job you little fishy," Tori said, complimenting Isabelle. Isabelle couldn't help but smile. Tori continued her "lesson," just as Dani appeared in the backyard. 

"I'm baaaaaackkkkkkk. Oh Isabelle! Look at you go! You're swimming!!" Dani called out, as she started to remove her shirt and shorts, revealing her own bathing suit.

Dani's voice had distracted Isabelle for just a second, but it was long enough that Isabelle let go of Tori, and was left free floating, with no one to support her. Isabelle started to panic, waving her arms as fast as she could, forgetting she could kick as well.

'I'm going to drown. I'm going to drown. I"M GOING TO DR - ' But she wasn't. She was floating, she realized, the floaties on her arm ensuring her head stayed above the water. Isabelle calmed down enough to paddle her heart out to close the gap between herself and Tori, wrapping her arms around Tori's neck!

"Great job Belly!" Lola called from a bit away.

"Oooh and thank you for warming the pool too," Tori added mockingly, electing to hold Isabelle at a bit of a distance for a moment or two as Isabelle unknowingly let her bladder loose. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure what Tori meant, but Dani and Lola certainly found Tori's remark to be funny.

As the afternoon passed, Isabelle's swimming skills improved, and she became braver with each passing minute. Dani had joined them in the water, and the three teens each took their turns carrying Isabelle around the water, letting her float and paddle for bits of time on her own, always careful to be nearby. 

"Okay. Are you ready to try to swim ALLLL the way to Dani over there?" Tori asked Isabelle, as she re-secured the toddler in her arms. 

Isabelle looked across the pool toward where Dani was standing. In reality, it was not more than four feet. But in Isabelle's head, it might as well have been a while. Isabelle felt her grip on Tori tighten, as she shook her head no. 

"Okay, okay. No need to squeeze," Tori said, holding Isabelle securely, hoping it would relax the girl. "You did a wonderful job today, but I think we're done our lessons," Tori said, placing Isabelle on the pool edge next to Lola. 

"Come here nugget," Lola said, helping Isabelle stand up and walking her over toward the pool chair with Isabelle's things. Now that she was out of the pool, Isabelle could feel just how water logged her swim diaper was from the pool, forcing her to waddle after Lola. Lola proceeded to wrap her in her towel, drying Isabelle off as she wrapped Lola wrapped her in close.

"Lola........" Isabelle muttered, her stomach feeling queasy and sinking. 'It's time,' Isabelle decided.

"Yes? Are you okay sweetie?" Lola responded, as Isabelle could hear Tori and Dani commence a splashing fight she was glad to not be in the middle of.

"I'm.......I'm......." Isabelle ducked her head. 'I can't look at her while I do this,' Isabelle thought, as the chorus of laughter continued behind her. '....I'm sowry I was so mean to you this morning. I......I didn't mean.......I didn't mean what I said......I....I....don't hate............I love you." Isabelle said, mumbling the last part as a tear fell from her eye.

Lola's heart melted, as she slid her hand under Isabelle's chin, lifting her face up to her own, smiling at Isabelle. "It's okay Belly. Don't worry about it. It was a hard morning for everyone, and you were in a very new place," Lola explained.

"Thank you for apologizing though. That was very grown up of you. And I love you too, so very very much," Lola found herself saying, as she pulled Isabelle in for a hug, before wrapping her up in her towel. "Why don't you relax on your chair a little bit. I think I saw some coloring things in your bag and a book. Why don't you draw me a picture, okay?"

Isabelle nodded. 'Coloring does sound nice,' Isabelle decided. Isabelle turned around, setting her towel down on the smooth pavement around the pool, and went over to her backpack. Isabelle retrieved her investigative journal and some colored pencils, and set herself down on the lounge chair, laying on her tummy. Isabelle flipped through the book finding the first empty page, which was a blank one next to the photo of the star rod. For a moment, Isabelle considered continuing her investigation. 'But Lola asked me to draw HER something,' Isabelle thought, opting instead to start drawing a picture of everyone swimming together. 

Lola returned to the edge of the pool, letting her legs fall into the water as Isabelle was distracted with her coloring. Isabelle worked hard to draw the pool, Dani, Tori, Lola, and herself. She wanted to make a picture with Lola in it, but was worried about not doing a very good job. So Isabelle put all of her focus, her energy, and her best effort into making something Lola would be proud of.

As the sun slowly started to set, Isabelle was nearing the end of her picture. Isabelle only needed to finish Tori's face, and the bubbles on her arm. As she reached for the pink pencil, Isabelle started to feel a familiar feeling in her tummy, and a small pinch from her butt.

"But there's no reason to be uncomfortable,' Isabelle decided, as she closed her eyes for a moment, letting instinct take over her body, and pushing a mushy load of poop out into her swim diaper. The process only took her moments, and Isabelle felt instant gratification as she released her lunch into her awaiting diaper. 'That's better,' Isabelle decided, as she thought nothing of it, laying down and continuing to color her floaties

Dani, however had spotted precisely what was going on. "Looks like you're going to have a fun change there Lolz," Dani joked as she pointed toward Isabelle. Lola and Tori followed Dani's finger, their eyes settling on Isabelle laying on her stomach on the chair. They watched as Isabelle shifted her butt a little higher in the air, scrunching her face and hands for just a moment, before observing as her swim diaper was weighted down. Then they watched as Isabelle laid back down, going right back to her drawing. 

"If you're such an expert, why don't you handle it?" Lola retorted, as she started to stand up. 

"You know what," Dani replied, swimming toward Lola. "Because I am SUCH a good friend, I will do that for you. But you'll DEFINITELY owe me one," Dani said, as she climbed out of the pool. Lola looked back and forth from Dani to Tori, equally surprised that Dani had so willingly volunteered as she was terrified as to what favor Dani would call in. 

'Hey," Tori chimed in. "Don't look at me. I'm not offering. I just teach swimming." Lola laughed, as she followed Dani over to where Isabelle was laying. 

"Belly," Lola said, getting the girl's attention. "It looks like someone made a stinky diaper, huh?" Lola continued sitting down by Isabelle. Isabelle didn't respond, but kept coloring. "If it's okay with you, Dani is going to take you for a diaper change, while I clean up out here, okay?" This time, Isabelle did turn around, and nodded at Lola. 

"Okay little stinker," Dani said, Lifting Isabelle up, and securing Isabelle's against her side. "Let's wipe that bottom up." Dani proceeded to carry Isabelle up toward the house, Lola smiling at Isabelle the whole time until she disappeared from sight. 

Once they were gone, Lola turned her attention to the journal, picking it up. "Huh," Lola thought, as she looked at Isabelle's drawing of the pool. "Not bad," Lola said aloud, as her gaze shifted to the drawing of the star rod. "I wonder what else is in here..."

[keith60]

i like this story i hope there is more 

i like this story i hope there is more 

[diapernocturnus]

Okay assuming the journal contents haven't changed like everything else, things are about to get very interesting.

I can't wait for the next chapter

[Olympiczero]

1 hour ago, diapernocturnus said:

Okay assuming the journal contents haven't changed like everything else, things are about to get very interesting.

I can't wait for the next chapter

Your assumption is correct. I tried to set it up like that. I'm going off my notes here, but the Journal was introduced in Chapter 26 or so when Isabelle had just moved 6th grade. She continues writing in it in a few chapters later, but Isabelle is in second grade at that time.

I tried to include some spelling mistakes in her journal to reflect her regressed mind, but probably should edit to make it more clear. The mistakes are also inconsistent, I remember seeing on an edit (spelled correctly in one entry, not in the other). So there is quite a bit of editing work I need to do throughout. I do apologize if it detracts from your reading experience (it bugs me like crazy). 

I think there are a few chapters in the 30s where she writes in journal that should have some purposeful typos. But by the end of second grade, and then into preschool, she's just drawing pictures. Isabelle even tries to go back to consult her notes, but for some odd reason, can't read it! 

But the Journal hasn't changed.  The only people that have seen it so far were Jane and funny enough, Charlotte. There was a time where Mel had peeked as well, but I think I edited that out. But no one in the past showed any interest in flipping through the journal, instead just looking at the pages they saw.

And thank you for reading. Your support and comments are truly appreciated. 

[BabySofia]

Ooh she did find the journal!!!! I'm excited to see how this goes! She was still pretty coherent when she started it, should be interesting! It is definitely not likely in her current state she could have done it, so it'll definitely be a puzzle! Can't wait to see more of this! 🙂 💜

[Olympiczero]

14 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Ooh she did find the journal!!!! I'm excited to see how this goes! She was still pretty coherent when she started it, should be interesting! It is definitely not likely in her current state she could have done it, so it'll definitely be a puzzle! Can't wait to see more of this! 🙂 💜

You won't have to wait too long! 😄Honestly, the few "weekend with Lola chapters" have been some of my favorite to write, and also to read. They may not be the best written chapters in the story, but I just can't get enough of writing them. I'm actually sad the weekend has to end! 

[BabySofia]

24 minutes ago, Olympiczero said:

You won't have to wait too long! 😄Honestly, the few "weekend with Lola chapters" have been some of my favorite to write, and also to read. They may not be the best written chapters in the story, but I just can't get enough of writing them. I'm actually sad the weekend has to end! 

I've had chapters like that before, I can definitely understand! (And I don't think you should judge them harshly, these couple chapters have been great!) 🙂