Pretending at Pre-School (Updated with Part 4)

[adventurekido]

I've not posted much on here recently but I've been writing a a lot. This premise is a little bit loose and it hasn't been properly edited but I wanted to float the beginning of it. I have about 2 more parts of equal length. This is one of maybe 10 longform stories I've written this year with different themes. Some of them I really like. Anyway hope you like it.

Prologue:

The summer sun cast a golden glow over the town of Wilmet, illuminating the quiet streets lined with trees and modest houses. In one of those homes, nestled among the suburban tranquility, lived Kylie, an 18 -year-old girl on the precipice of adulthood, yet yearning to hold onto the fading remnants of her childhood.

 

Kylie was a paradox—a slender and short teenager with an intellect far beyond her years. Her thoughtful hazel eyes peeked out from behind a curtain of chestnut curls, framing her delicate face. She possessed a quiet brilliance that often went unnoticed amidst the noisy clamor of adolescence.

 

Junior year had come to an end, and Kylie had achieved a feat that surprised both her parents and herself. With her insatiable appetite for knowledge and an unyielding work ethic, she had managed to complete all the necessary coursework to graduate high school. But the question of what lay ahead loomed before her like an uncharted territory.

 

Her parents, caring but concerned, shared reservations about her readiness to venture into the vast unknown of college life. Kylie had yet to obtain her driver's license, relying on her mother to chauffeur her from one place to another. Simple chores like doing laundry and helping around the house remained unfamiliar to her. Her parents worried that she needed more time to mature before taking the leap into a four-year institution.

 

The idea of attending a local community college was suggested, a compromise that would allow Kylie to continue living at home for another year. It seemed like a reasonable plan, a chance to ease into independence at a comfortable pace. But deep within Kylie's heart, a sense of restlessness grew. She couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of ennui that colored her days, nor the yearning to hold onto the innocence of her youth.

 

Kylie's world felt small, confined by the limitations of her own making. A handful of friends populated her social circle, but she often found it difficult to relate to them on a deeper level. Her interests strayed far from the norm, the tattered remnants of her childhood clinging to her soul. She cherished her extensive collection of stuffed animals, the pages of her coloring books worn and filled with vibrant hues. Disney held a special place in her heart, as if the magic of those beloved tales could transport her to a world untouched by the harsh realities of adulthood.

 

What her parents dismissed as mere quirks, however, ran far deeper than they could have imagined. Over the years, Kylie had stumbled upon a hidden realm, concealed within the depths of the internet—a community of like-minded individuals who shared her secret desires. It was in this online haven that she discovered her longing to be treated as a baby, embraced by the warm comfort of innocence and vulnerability.

 

Boldness had taken hold of Kylie in recent years, and she had quietly embarked on a clandestine exploration of her ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Lover) interests. Underneath her bed, concealed in a locked box, lay her hidden trove—a collection of cute onesies, pacifiers, a silly cup, pull-up training pants, and even a few diapers. In the privacy of her room, she reveled in the fleeting moments when she could embrace her true self, regressing into a state of carefree abandon.

 

Now, with the prospect of an extra year ahead of her, Kylie's determination surged. She saw this unexpected gift as an opportunity to delve further into her hidden desires, to understand and accept the part of herself that sought refuge in childish innocence. But she knew she had to tread carefully, for revealing her secret world to her parents would be met with confusion and concern.

 

On a warm summer morning, Kylie's mother dropped her off at Wilmet Community College, the air thick with anticipation. She had a meeting scheduled with a course counselor, the first step towards this new phase of her life. After a dreadfully boring conversation about potential majors and course schedules, Kylie exited the college building, her mind heavy with thoughts of the future.

 

As she stepped onto the sunlit sidewalk, her gaze was drawn to a striking structure across the street—an architectural masterpiece that seemed out of place in the modest town. Vibrant, colorful letters adorned the sleek façade: "Childtime Daycare and Pre-School."

 

The building exuded an aura of innocence and joy, as if it were a portal to a world untarnished by grown-up responsibilities.

Kylie couldn't tear her eyes away from the captivating sight. Imagining herself within those walls, surrounded by soft padding and a sea of toys, ignited a spark of excitement within her. She yearned to be a part of that whimsical realm, to experience the simplicity and joy that childhood held.

 

At first, she dismissed the idea as a fantastical dream, deeming it unrealistic. Surely they wouldn't accept someone her age into a pre-school.

 

But the more she entertained the notion, the stronger her desire grew. In that moment, a mischievous plan began to take shape in her mind—a daring scheme to sneak into the pre-school and temporarily suspend the relentless march of time. It would be a secret adventure, a clandestine exploration of the child within her, while she continued to navigate the façade of a regular teenager.

 

And so, as Kylie walked away from the college, her heart pounding with anticipation, a new chapter in her life began to unfold—one that would challenge her ingenuity, resilience, and the boundaries of her own identity.

 

Chapter 1: Deception

 

Kylie sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, her laptop perched on her knees as she delved into the depths of research. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, casting shadows that danced across her features. Determination radiated from her hazel eyes as she focused on her goal—a way to infiltrate Childtime, the enchanting pre-school that beckoned to her deepest desires. Her first step would be to adopt a look.

 

She didn’t have to try to hard she thought to herself as she looked around her room, a haven of pastel hues and plush toys that reflected the essence of her true self. Stacks of coloring books adorned her desk, a testament to her affinity for escaping into vibrant worlds of imagination.

 

As Kylie's slender fingers danced across the keyboard, she navigated through the virtual maze of rules and regulations on the Childtime website. Kylie’s had always been self conscious about her height at just 4 feet 10 inches, her small frame served as both a blessing and a curse. Today, however, it offered a glimpse of hope. She observed herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance.

 

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. With hesitation she began to tie her hard in pigtails that cascaded down her shoulders, she couldn't help but smile as she admired her reflection. She then selected her favorite pink unicorn shirt and paired it with a pair of shortalls that hugged her curves like a second skin. Frilly socks adorned her feet, peeking out from her white sneakers—it was a perfect blend of childish charm and youthful energy.

 

Kylie's inner monologue whispered, urging her to embrace the age she wished to portray. She reached for her pacifier, the comforting silicone teat that symbolized a world untouched by grown-up responsibilities. Placing it in her mouth, she reveled in the delightful sensations that tingled through her being. With each suckle, she found herself slipping further into the role she longed to play—a slightly tall three or four-year-old girl, eager to explore the wonders of the world.

 

 

With her outfit and age decided upon, Kylie shifted her focus to the next crucial step—filling out the Childtime application. Armed with wit and a heart pounding with anticipation, she meticulously went through the forms, providing responses that would help solidify her ruse.

 

She typed with determination as she listed her birthdate, ensuring the same day and month while slyly altering the year. In her fabricated reality, she was merely three and a half years old—a perfect age to join the world of Childtime. A grin played on her lips as she pondered the care instructions section.

 

Her eyes scanned the options—Diapered, Potty Training, and Potty Trained. With a twinkle of excitement, Kylie chose Potty Training. It seemed fitting, reinforcing the persona she aimed to sell—the image of a child teetering on the cusp of independence, guided by the patient guidance of Childtime's staff.

 

As she progressed through the application, her heart skipped a beat as she encountered a section demanding immunization records and a birth certificate. Panic threatened to wash over her, but Kylie's resourceful nature kicked into high gear. She knew she had to find a solution—a way to fabricate documents convincing enough to fool even the most discerning eyes.

 

With a few clicks and strokes of her keyboard, she harnessed her technological prowess and conjured two immaculate documents—a set of immunization records and a birth certificate that would pass scrutiny. Her breath hitched as she attached the carefully crafted files to the application. Hesitation mingled with determination as she hovered her cursor over the send button.

 

In that fleeting moment, Kylie's heart swirled with anticipation, excitement, and a hint of trepidation. She wondered if this audacious plan would succeed, or if she would be unmasked as an imposter. Pushing those doubts aside, she closed her eyes and took a leap of faith, her finger descending to click the send button. A digital transmission carried her aspirations into the unknown, leaving her with a heady mix of anxiety and eager anticipation.

 

The next day, as Kylie eagerly checked her inbox, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Among the sea of mundane emails, a bold subject line caught her attention—"Welcome to Childtime, Kylie!" Her heart leaped, and her hands trembled as she opened the message that held the key to her clandestine adventure.

 

The email unfolded before her eyes, revealing an acceptance letter and a list of instructions for the next steps. Her pulse quickened as she read that she had been placed in the Toddler group for the eight-week summer program, commencing the following Monday. A torrent of emotions surged through her—a potent mixture of elation, nervousness, and the palpable realization that her audacious plan had worked.

 

The welcome email provided a detailed rundown of necessary supplies for the first day—a backpack filled with spare clothes, diapers, wipes, and a labeled water bottle. It also outlined the required payment, scheduled drop-off, and pick-up times. As Kylie absorbed the information, her mind began to conjure a vivid image of the journey she was about to embark upon—a journey that would blur the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

 

Embedded within the email was a summary of Kylie's daily schedule for the upcoming week and the summer as a whole. Each line painted a picture of the adventures she would partake in—the games, the songs, the snack times, and the nurturing environment that awaited her at Childtime.

 

Excitement bubbled within her, blending with a tinge of apprehension. She knew that to fully embrace this clandestine endeavor, she would need to navigate the challenges that lay ahead—the careful orchestration of her interactions with both her parents and the Childtime staff. With a resolute nod, she vowed to seize this opportunity, to dance upon the tightrope of her dual identity and explore the depths of her abdl desires.

 

The following evening, Kylie gathered her nerves and prepared to execute the next stage of her audacious plan—to deceive her parents. She had formulated a story, an elaborate fabrication that would secure the necessary funds for her endeavor. As she approached her parents, her heart thrummed with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

 

"Mom, Dad," she began, her voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "I've found a course that I'd like to start next week." She watched their expressions, hoping to gauge their reaction. "It's an early childhood behavioral psychology class, and it's part of a special study being conducted with the pre-school next door."

 

Her parents exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing with concern. "Psychology? That's a new interest," her mother remarked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

 

Kylie nodded, her gaze steady. "I've always been fascinated by how children develop and learn. This class offers a unique opportunity to delve deeper into that. Plus, the partnership with the pre-school will provide hands-on experience." She mustered a hint of excitement, allowing it to permeate her words.

 

Her father's eyes softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well, it's great to see you taking initiative and exploring your passions, Kylie. How much will it cost?”

 

Kylie's pulse quickened, knowing that her answer held the key to her success. "The course requires an upfront deposit of $5000. It covers all the materials and resources we'll need. They're offering an immersive experience, so it's quite comprehensive."

 

Her parents exchanged another glance, their expressions softening with a mix of pride and concern. After a brief deliberation, her father sighed. "Alright, Kylie. We believe in you. We'll transfer the necessary funds into your bank account."

 

A surge of relief washed over Kylie, mingling with the thrill of accomplishment. Her plan was falling into place, one step at a time. With her parents' support, the financial hurdle was overcome, and she could secure her position at Childtime.

 

Later that evening, Kylie completed the necessary deposit at Childtime, submitting the payment that would cement her place among the toddlers. As she climbed into bed that night, a sense of eager anticipation filled her being. She closed her eyes, her mind alive with visions of the charade she was about to embark upon—the delicate dance between the innocence of childhood and the clandestine world of her abdl desires. The road ahead was treacherous, but Kylie was prepared to navigate its twists and turns, driven by her longing to delay the march of time and indulge in the bliss of babyhood once more.

 

As the days ticked by, anticipation consumed Kylie's every waking moment. The prospect of immersing herself in the world of pre-school grew ever closer. She wondered how she would navigate the delicate dance of deception, how she would portray herself as a young child while concealing her true age. The complexities of her charade were not lost on her, but she was determined to embrace the challenge.

 

One afternoon, while Kylie sat at her desk engrossed in a coloring book, her phone rang, shattering the stillness of her room. Her heart lurched, and a surge of nervous energy coursed through her veins. She recognized the caller ID—it was Childtime. She hastily picked up the phone, her voice trembling as she adopted her mother's tone.

 

"Hello?" Kylie said, attempting to channel the poised yet warm voice of her mother.

 

"Good afternoon! This is Ms. Lily , the director at Childtime," came the cheery voice on the other end. "I just wanted to touch base and go over a few things before your little one starts next week."

 

Kylie's grip on the phone tightened, her fingers growing clammy. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to maintain the illusion. "Oh, yes, of course! I'm glad you called. How can I help you?"

 

Mrs. Lily proceeded to ask a series of routine questions—about Kylie's child's eating habits, any allergies or medical conditions, and other pertinent details. Kylie's mind raced, desperate to provide convincing responses while remaining true to her fabricated persona.

 

As the conversation continued, Kylie's palms grew damp, and her heart thudded in her chest. She stumbled over her words once or twice, but managed to maintain her composure, adapting her voice to mimic her mother's nurturing tone. With each passing question, her confidence grew, and she marveled at her ability to deceive.

 

Ms. Lily, seemingly satisfied with the conversation, thanked "Kylie's mother" for her time and expressed excitement about the upcoming week. The call ended, leaving Kylie both relieved and exhilarated. She had successfully passed yet another test in her intricate web of deceit.

 

With the call behind her, Kylie turned her attention to the practicalities of her endeavor—the necessary supplies for pre-school. Armed with a list from Childtime, she set off for Target, her mind buzzing with anticipation.

 

The store aisles enveloped Kylie in a symphony of colors, plush toys, and adorable outfits. She couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement as she wheeled her cart, selecting items that would further cement her illusion. She perused the aisles, her slender fingers grazing over soft fabrics and eye-catching patterns.

 

She selected a backpack adorned with cartoon characters, envisioning herself wearing it on her back as she skipped into the pre-school. The sight of pull-up training pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She selected a pack, the colorful designs mirroring the whimsy of her secret desires.

 

Strolling through the aisles, Kylie's cart filled with crayons, markers, and coloring books, each item a testament to her abiding love for childlike pursuits. She couldn't resist adding a few stuffed animals, envisioning them as her companions during playtime at Childtime.

 

With her cart brimming with supplies, Kylie approached the checkout counter, her heart pounding with a mixture of thrill and trepidation. She paid for her items, her hands trembling slightly as she exchanged pleasantries with the cashier.

 

Stepping out into the warm summer air, Kylie glanced at her haul, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was one step closer to realizing her secret desires, her collection of childish treasures a tangible representation of her quest to delay growing up.

 

Back in the sanctity of her room, Kylie relished in the privacy of her charade. She spread her purchases across her bed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a sense of mischief, she began to undress, her slender figure bared before the mirror.

 

Her fingers danced across the array of outfits, each one a manifestation of her abdl desires. She slipped into a frilly pink dress, her pigtails bouncing as she twirled. A giggle escaped her lips, the sound echoing with both innocence and hidden desires.

 

Kylie's slender frame seemed to shrink beneath the weight of her childish attire. She gazed at her reflection, her eyes alight with a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability. Her heart raced as she donned a pair of cute shortalls, pairing them with her favorite pink unicorn shirt. The fabric brushed against her skin, imbuing her with a sense of whimsy and freedom.

 

Her closet doors swung open, revealing a collection of outfits she had acquired online the last week. She caressed each garment, marveling at the intricate designs and playful patterns. One by one, she slipped into each outfit, transforming herself into a pint-sized fashionista.

 

She admired her reflection, her mind filled with images of herself as a carefree child, reveling in the simple joys of playtime. The dichotomy between her clandestine desires and the societal expectations of adulthood intertwined, creating a complex tapestry of emotions.

 

As the afternoon waned, Kylie stood before her mirror, her little wardrobe strewn across her bed. Her heart ached with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, a cocktail of emotions she had willingly embraced. She would become a master of disguise, navigating the intricate nuances of her fabricated identity, all in the pursuit of preserving the innocence she cherished.

 

The night before her first day at pre-school, Kylie prepared for bed with a peculiar blend of excitement and trepidation. She stood before her bedroom mirror, clad in her chosen sleepwear—an adorable onesie adorned with colorful cartoon characters.

 

Her heart fluttered as she gazed at her reflection, the soft fabric hugging her petite frame. She had taken great care in selecting the perfect nightwear, ensuring that every aspect of her charade was meticulously planned.

 

Kylie reached for her pacifier, slipping it into her mouth, savoring the familiar taste of childhood. She allowed herself to indulge in the comfort it provided, a temporary escape from the burdens of adulthood.

 

With each step she took, the crinkle of her pull-up training pants reminded her of the secret she carried. The sensation sent a thrill down her spine, a potent mix of excitement and vulnerability.

 

As she climbed into bed, her mind buzzed with the possibilities that lay ahead. Tomorrow, she would enter Childtime, stepping into a world where she could explore her deepest desires, even if hidden beneath a carefully crafted illusion.

 

Under the soft glow of her bedside lamp, Kylie closed her eyes, surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep. Dreams of coloring books and stuffed animals danced in her mind, guiding her into a night filled with both innocence and longing. The journey she had embarked upon was treacherous, but the allure of preserving her childlike spirit propelled her forward, filling her heart with a sense of purpose she had never felt before.

 

Chapter 2: Kylie's First Day

 

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Kylie's room. Today was the day—the beginning of her journey into the world of Childtime. Excitement and nervousness mingled within her as she climbed out of bed, ready to embrace her carefully crafted persona.

 

She approached her dresser, her eyes scanning the array of supplies laid out in anticipation. First, she reached for a fresh pull-up training pant, feeling the crinkle of the plastic beneath her fingertips. With practiced ease, she stepped into it, the snug fit reminding her of her chosen role.

 

Next, Kylie selected her outfit for the day—a soft, pastel Owl House T-shirt that showcased her affinity for whimsical creatures. She slipped it over her head, the fabric clinging to her small frame. A smile crept onto her lips as she admired her reflection in the mirror, the shirt accentuating her diminutive stature.

 

Moving to her closet, Kylie retrieved a pair of Oshkosh-style shortalls, their playful patterns beckoning to her. She slid into them, the adjustable straps resting comfortably on her shoulders. The feel of the fabric against her skin made her feel both protected and vulnerable, a testament to her clandestine desires.

 

With her outfit complete, Kylie turned her attention to her feet. She chose a pair of frilly socks, their delicate lace adding an extra touch of cuteness to her ensemble. Velcro sneakers adorned her small feet, providing a practical yet age-appropriate choice for her upcoming adventure.

 

Lastly, she turned her gaze to her hair, her pigtails awaiting their final touch. She selected a pair of colorful bows, securing them in her hair with meticulous care. Each step in her morning routine was a deliberate act, a conscious effort to embody the innocence she sought.

 

As she stood before the mirror, fully dressed and adorned, Kylie felt a surge of confidence. She marveled at her reflection—a petite figure clothed in a curated ensemble that portrayed a childlike charm. Her heart swelled with both pride and vulnerability, knowing that the day ahead held the potential for both fulfillment and humiliation.

 

Before leaving her room, Kylie gathered the necessary supplies listed by Childtime. She packed her backpack with crayons, coloring books, a change of clothes, and an extra supply of pull-up training pants. Each item held significance—a physical manifestation of her dual existence, a delicate balancing act between childhood and adulthood.

 

Kylie's footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs as she descended into the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of clinking dishes filled the air as her mother prepared breakfast, her back turned to Kylie.

 

Her mother turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Kylie's attire. A stifled chuckle escaped her lips, quickly followed by an unkind comment. "Oh, Kylie, really? That outfit is so childish. You need to start dressing better. You're not a baby anymore."

 

Kylie's face flushed, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. She fought back tears, determined to maintain her composure. "I-I like it," she mumbled, her voice small and meek.

 

Her mother's laughter continued, a mix of amusement and disapproval. Kylie's heart sank, the weight of her secret desires pressing upon her. She pushed down her hurt feelings, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.

 

On the Way to Childtime

 

Kylie's heart raced as she climbed into the car next to her mother. She tried to steady her breathing, maintaining an air of casualness despite the turmoil within her. Her mother started the engine, and as they pulled out of the driveway, Kylie's gaze fell upon her mother's hands on the steering wheel.

 

In a moment of panic, Kylie realized her mother might notice the unfamiliar address for Childtime on the GPS. She quickly conjured a lie, her voice laced with nervousness. "Mom, remember I told you they changed the drop-off and pick-up location? It's actually right next to the college building where my class is. They partnered up, so it's easier for everyone."

 

Her mother furrowed her brow, a mix of confusion and concern etched across her face. "I don't remember you mentioning that, but if that's what they said, I guess we'll go with it," she replied reluctantly.

 

Relief washed over Kylie, grateful that her impromptu explanation had been accepted. As the car glided through the streets, she focused on the scenery outside, desperately trying to keep her secret intact.

 

The car came to a halt in front of Childtime, the colorful building standing as a beacon of both excitement and trepidation. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she prepared to step into her new world.

 

She unbuckled her seatbelt, her palms clammy with anticipation. With a quick glance at her mother, she opened the car door, her voice filled with forced enthusiasm. "Bye, Mom! See you after class!" she called out, her small frame brimming with confidence.

 

Her mother watched her with a mixture of confusion and concern, but the allure of her own schedule beckoned her elsewhere. "Alright, have a good day, sweetie," she responded, her voice tinged with skepticism.

 

Kylie closed the car door behind her, her heart racing as she walked toward the entrance of Childtime. The young woman at the front desk greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes bright with cheerfulness.

 

"Hi there! You must be Kylie. I'm Miss Emily. Let's get you all checked in, shall we?" Miss Emily said, extending her hand to take Kylie's backpack.

Kylie nodded, her voice carefully modulated as she replied, "Yes, I'm Kylie. Nice to meet you, Miss Emily."

 

Miss Emily sifted through Kylie's forms, her eyes skimming the contents. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she glanced at Kylie's pull-up training pants. "Oh, Kylie, you're three and a half, and still using pull-ups? We'll have to work on that," she teased, her tone light and playful.

 

Kylie blushed, her embarrassment threatening to consume her. She forced a giggle, her words measured and childlike. "Uh-huh, soon no more pull-ups. I'm a big girl now."

 

Satisfied with the paperwork, Miss Emily took Kylie's hand, leading her toward her classroom. Kylie's heart raced as she stepped into the vibrant environment—a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that beckoned to her inner child.

 

The classroom buzzed with activity, children engaged in free play and exploration. Kylie's eyes widened with excitement as she absorbed the sight—the promise of new friendships and adventures waiting to unfold.

 

Miss Lily, her new teacher, approached them, her warm smile putting Kylie at ease. "Good morning, Kylie! I'm Miss Lily. Welcome to our class!"

 

Kylie beamed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Good morning, Miss Lily! I'm so happy to be here!"

 

Miss Lily led Kylie to her cubby, where she provided her with a list of rules and guidelines. She pointed to a potty training chart on the wall, her voice kind and encouraging. "Kylie, this is your potty training chart. We'll track your progress together. Let's see if you're dry."

 

Kylie's face reddened, a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation flooding her. She felt a surge of vulnerability as Miss Lily crouched down, reaching into the side of her shortalls to check her pull-up training pants. Relief washed over her when Miss Lily found them dry.

 

"Well done, Kylie! Keep up the good work," Miss Lily praised, her words a balm to Kylie's self-consciousness. She patted Kylie's back gently before sending her off to join the other children for free play.

 

As Kylie ventured into the realm of toys and make-believe, her heart swelled with a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. The next chapter of her charade had begun, and she was determined to navigate it with both grace and an unwavering commitment to her secret identity.

 

The classroom buzzed with energy as children settled into their morning routines. Kylie found herself swept into the whirlwind of activities, eager to immerse herself in the preschool experience. She joined the other children as they gathered in a circle, eagerly awaiting the start of circle time.

 

Miss Lily, the patient and nurturing teacher, stood at the front of the class, holding a colorful alphabet chart. "Good morning, everyone! It's time for circle time," she announced, her voice warm and inviting.

 

Kylie scooted closer to her classmates, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She watched with wide eyes as Miss Lily guided the children through the alphabet, singing songs and reciting rhymes. Kylie chimed in, her voice a high-pitched melody, trying her best to blend in with the group.

 

Next came arts and crafts, a time for creativity and self-expression. Kylie's small hands eagerly grasped a paintbrush, as she dipped it into a palette of vibrant colors. She carefully painted strokes onto a blank canvas, her imagination running wild. The joy on her face radiated as she proudly held up her masterpiece, the abstract patterns reflecting her inner whimsy.

 

Sharing time followed, where each child was encouraged to bring an item from home and talk about its significance. Kylie's heart skipped a beat as she reached into her backpack, pulling out her favorite stuffed unicorn. She stood before her classmates, her voice laced with excitement and pride. "This is Uni, my best friend. We do everything together, and Uni always makes me feel safe and happy."

 

The children listened attentively, their eyes fixed on Uni, and Kylie basked in the attention, relishing the role she played as the storyteller. Though the truth behind Uni's significance remained concealed, Kylie couldn't help but revel in the connection she felt with her peers.

 

With the morning progressing, it was time for potty training practice. Kylie's heart thumped in her chest as she stood in line, waiting for her turn to use the miniature toilet. Each child took their seat, pulling down their training pants and pretending to use the restroom.

 

Kylie felt a twinge of curiosity and rebellion. What would it be like to have a genuine accident? The idea tantalized her, mingling excitement with apprehension. As her turn approached, she let go of control, allowing a small trickle to escape into her pull-up.

 

A hushed gasp escaped Kylie's lips, and her face flushed crimson with both embarrassment and satisfaction. She had crossed a line, deliberately wetting herself in a place where she was meant to be learning control.

 

Ms. Lily, with her keen sense of observation, noticed Kylie's distress and quickly approached her. "Kylie, sweetheart, did you have an accident?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Kylie nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Miss Lily, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it."

 

Ms. Lily's expression softened, and she crouched down to Kylie's level, her touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay, Kylie. Accidents happen, and we're here to help. Let's get you cleaned up and into a fresh pull-up."

 

Kylie's heart sank with a mix of shame and relief as she followed Ms. Lily to the changing area. The other children cast curious glances her way, a mix of sympathy and curiosity in their eyes. She felt their gazes piercing through her, and she longed to disappear, to escape the weight of her secret.

 

Ms. Lily skillfully removed Kylie's wet pull-up, replacing it with a fresh one, all while maintaining an air of non-judgmental professionalism. Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation, her gaze fixated on the floor. The experience served as a stark reminder that she was an imposter in this world of innocence and vulnerability.

 

Once Kylie was cleaned and dressed, Ms. Lily marked her potty training chart, commending her for her efforts. Despite the validation, Kylie couldn't shake the sense of shame that lingered. She vowed to herself that it would be the last time she deliberately compromised her dignity in this way.

 

As the morning continued, the children enjoyed outdoor playtime, laughter filling the air as they ran, climbed, and explored the playground. Kylie's spirits lifted as she engaged in the simple joys of childhood, momentarily forgetting her pretense and the weight of her secret.

 

The morning drew to a close, and the children gathered for a final circle time. Kylie took her place among her peers, the vibrant alphabet chart serving as a backdrop to their shared moments of learning and growth.

 

As the day at Childtime came to an end, Kylie's emotions were a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. She experienced the excitement of belonging, the playful spirit of youth, and the duality of satisfaction and regret. However most powerful of all was the sheer pleasure and excitement she experienced when she received the extra attention from Miss Lily after her “accident” - she reveled in that moment continuing to play it over and over again in her hear.

 

Chapter 3: Accidents

 

Kylie's days at Childtime had become a delicate dance of excitement and shame, fueled by her own desires and a carefully crafted web of deception. Each morning, as she dressed in her pull-up, carefully selected outfit, and packed her backpack with extra supplies, a sense of anticipation fluttered in her chest. She craved the attention, the nurturing touch of Ms. Lily, and the thrill of being treated like a child.

 

But as the days went, Kylie's actions began to take a toll on Ms. Lily. The repeated "accidents" that Kylie orchestrated tested the patience of the dedicated teacher. What Kylie saw as a harmless game of pretend was becoming an increasing source of frustration for the woman who had dedicated her life to guiding and educating young minds.

 

One sunny morning, as Kylie walked into the classroom, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The scent of crayons and the vibrant artwork on the walls created an illusion of innocence, but she knew that her secret was wearing thin. She hoped for more attention, more special treatment, but a part of her worried about the consequences of her actions.

 

As the day progressed, Kylie became bolder, wetting her pull-up multiple times in quick succession. She reveled in the feeling of warm dampness against her skin, finding solace in the comforting ritual of being changed by Ms. Lily. It was her way of reliving the moments of care and affection she longed for.

 

During circle time, a soft melody filled the air as the children sang songs and clapped their hands. Kylie tried to immerse herself in the activities, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming encounter with Ms. Lily. She wondered if her actions would be met with understanding or if she had pushed too far, jeopardizing the delicate balance she had created.

 

Finally, the moment arrived when Ms. Lily noticed the large wet spot on the back of Kylie's shorts. Concern etched across her face, she approached Kylie, her voice a mix of lightheartedness and sternness. "Kylie, sweetheart, it seems you've had another accident. Let's go to the bathroom for a change."

 

Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she followed Ms. Lily to the bathroom. She glanced at the mirror, her reflection a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Ms. Lily's voice held a tone of both care and disappointment as she gently helped Kylie remove her wet shorts and pull-up.

 

As Ms. Lily cleaned and diapered her, Kylie couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment. She desperately wanted to hold onto the illusion she had created, but the reality of her actions was becoming harder to ignore.

 

Ms. Lily's words weighed heavily on her as she gently lectured, "Kylie, accidents happen, but it's important to learn and grow. We've been working on potty training, but it seems you're not making progress. If you can't do better, we may need to consider going back to diapers."

 

Kylie's heart sank at the thought of regressing, of losing the sense of accomplishment she had built. She clung to her position, her voice small but resolute. "But Ms. Lily, I'm really trying. I don't want to go back to diapers. I promise I'll do better."

 

Ms. Lily's expression softened, a mix of understanding and concern. She crouched down to Kylie's level, her eyes meeting Kylie's with a hint of empathy. "I know you want to be a big girl, Kylie, but accidents happen when we're not ready. If you can show me that you're making progress, we'll work together to overcome this challenge."

 

Kylie nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She understood the gravity of the situation now, that her actions had consequences beyond the immediate thrill. She didn't want to be relegated to the daycare class, where the little ones still needed diapers. She wanted to be a big girl, to be part of the pre-school class with the other children who were potty trained.

 

Ms. Lily gently wiped away Kylie's tears, her voice filled with a mix of compassion and firmness. "Kylie, the pre-school class is for big boys and girls who use the potty. It's a place where we learn and grow together. If we can't make progress with potty training, we'll have to consider if you’re ready for this class. We have a daycare here as well for little ones who aren’t quite there yet.”

 

Kylie's heart sank even further at Ms. Lily's words. She didn't want to lose her place in the pre-school class, surrounded by friends her own age. She wiped her eyes, her voice trembling as she responded, "I don't want to go to the daycare class, Ms. Lily. I'll try harder, I promise."

 

Ms. Lily's expression softened as she saw the genuine determination in Kylie's eyes. She reached out and gently squeezed Kylie's hand. "I believe in you, Kylie. We all have setbacks sometimes, but it's how we learn and grow from them that matters. Let's give it our best shot, okay?"

 

Kylie nodded, a mix of determination and vulnerability coursing through her. She would do whatever it took to prove to Ms. Lily that she could be a big girl, that she could overcome her supposed accidents. She wanted to be seen as responsible and capable, not as a child pretending to be something she wasn't.

 

Throughout the rest of the day, Kylie made a concerted effort to stay dry. She listened attentively during learning activities, enthusiastically participated in arts and crafts, and engaged in games with her classmates. The fear of being sent to the daycare class loomed over her, motivating her to push herself harder than ever before.

 

As the day came to a close, Ms. Lily gathered the children for circle time once again. Kylie's heart raced as she sat among her peers, her eyes darting to Ms. Lily, seeking approval. She wanted to show her progress, to prove that she belonged in the pre-school class.

 

Ms. Lily began the session by reviewing the alphabet. As each letter was called out, the children eagerly raised their hands and took turns identifying the corresponding sound. Kylie's small hand shot up, her voice clear and confident as she correctly identified each letter.

The pride on Ms. Lily's face was evident as she praised Kylie's effort. "Great job, Kylie! You're doing so well with your letters. I'm proud of you."

 

A mix of relief and exhilaration washed over Kylie. She had proven herself, even in the midst of her self-imposed challenges. It was a small victory, but it gave her hope that she could continue to make progress.

 

As the day ended and parents arrived to pick up their children, Kylie walked towards the door, backpack slung over her shoulder. Ms. Lily approached her, her voice filled with encouragement. "Remember, Kylie, tomorrow is a new day. Let's keep working together to achieve our goals."

 

The morning sun cast its warm glow into the bustling classroom of Childtime, where the children eagerly gathered around the craft table. Kylie's heart fluttered with anticipation as she joined her classmates, her mind swirling with mischief and the need for attention. It had been weeks since her fleeting attempt to use the potty, and her desires for the nurturing touch of Ms. Lily had overridden any sense of self-control.

 

As the children sat engrossed in their crafts, the room filled with the sound of laughter and the vibrant colors of construction paper and glue. Kylie, however, felt a growing pressure in her bladder. She knew she had an opportunity to create another "accident," a chance to draw attention to herself once again. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she crouched down behind the table, pretending to focus on her artwork while secretly releasing a stream of warm urine into her pull-up.

 

The familiar thrill surged through her veins as she reveled in the forbidden act. But as she felt the warm wetness spread, an unexpected tightening sensation washed over her. She froze in panic, realizing that in her attempt to flood her pull-up, she had unintentionally soiled herself as well.

 

Fear gripped Kylie's heart as she frantically looked around, hoping that nobody had noticed her predicament. She tried to hide the shame burning within her, clenching her fists and biting her lower lip. The smell, however, began to permeate the room, an unmistakable reminder of her embarrassment.

 

Ms. Lily, who had been helping other children with their crafts, paused as the odor reached her nostrils. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she began to sniff the air, trying to pinpoint the source. Slowly, her gaze landed on Kylie, her face a mixture of disappointment and concern.

"Kylie," Ms. Lily called out, her voice tinged with a mixture of compassion and admonishment - she stared at Kylie seriously with her hands on her hip. "Kylie! Is that poopy smell coming from you? Did you make a little mess in your pull up like a baby?"

 

Kylie's heart sank, knowing that she had been caught. She avoided Ms. Lily's gaze, her voice barely a whisper as she admitted her mistake, "Yes, Ms. Lily, I... I had an accident."

 

Ms. Lily sighed, her disappointment evident. "Kylie, this isn't what big girls do. We've been working so hard. I can't understand why you didn't ask me, you are too big to be pooping your pull ups, what do you have to say for yourself."

Feeling a mix of humiliation and shame, Kylie lowered her head, her voice barely audible as she responded, "I don't know, Ms. Lily. I just... I… I'm sorry."

 

Ms. Lily, her expression a mix of concern and determination, glanced at the front desk and called out, "Ms. Emily, could you please watch the class for a moment? I need to talk to Kylie privately."

 

Kylie's heart sank even further at the prospect of being singled out and reprimanded. She glanced at the front desk, where Ms. Emily nodded and took her place at the helm of the classroom. Ms. Lily took Kylie's hand gently and led her out into the hallway, away from the curious eyes of her peers.

 

The hallway felt colder and lonelier than ever as they walked further away from the familiar sights and sounds of the pre-school class. Kylie's pulse quickened as they reached the end of the hall, and she realized with a sinking feeling where they were headed. The nursery daycare, a place for the little ones who still needed diapers.

The room came into view as they entered, and Kylie's heart dropped. It was filled with vibrant colors, playpens and soft toys. The smell of baby powder hung in the air, reinforcing the realization of the current situation she had brought upon herself.

 

Ms. Lily led Kylie to the changing table, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resolve. "Kylie, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. But if you're going to choose to have accidents like a baby, then we'll have to treat you like one."

 

Kylie's eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and protest. "But Ms. Lily, I'm a big girl! I don't belong here!"

 

Ms. Lily shook her head, her tone firm yet compassionate. "Big girls don't poop their pants, Kylie. You need a reminder of that. Now, lie down on the changing table, and I'll take care of you."

 

Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she reluctantly climbed onto the changing table. The cold vinyl surface sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to the warm embrace she had once sought from Ms. Lily. She lay there, feeling vulnerable and exposed, as Ms. Lily removed her soiled clothing.

 

Kylie looked away as she endured the humiliating diaper change, noticing the soft pastel colors that  adorned the walls, and the rows of cribs lined one side of the room. Toys scattered across the floor, their cheery hues only serving to amplify Kylie's sense of embarrassment. She lay on the changing table, feeling the cold plastic beneath her as Ms. Lily expertly fastened a fresh diaper around her waist.

 

As the last tape was secured, Ms. Daisy, the daycare teacher, approached with a playful smile. "Well, well, looks like we have a new addition to the daycare class, huh?

 

Kylie blushed furiously, covering her face in an attempt to hide her shame. Ms. Lily, her voice laced with a mix of affection and disappointment, introduced Kylie to Ms. Daisy. "This is Kylie, and she'll be joining your class if we don't see any progress soon."

 

Ms. Daisy chuckled, her tone light but teasing. "Well, Kylie, don't worry. We have plenty of big boys and girls in the daycare who still need diapers. You'll fit right in!"

 

Kylie's embarrassment deepened as she realized the implications of her actions. She wanted so desperately to prove that she belonged with the big girls and boys in the pre-school class, not in the daycare with the babies. But as Ms. Lily helped her off the changing table and began to dress her, she couldn't escape the reality that she had brought upon herself.

 

Ms. Lily's voice softened as she reassured Kylie, "It's okay, sweetheart. We'll take a break from potty training for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, we can try pull-ups again, okay?" She playfully patted the back of Kylie's diapered bottom, eliciting a mix of embarrassment and resignation from the young girl.

 

Kylie hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to ask, "But what if I need a change? What do I do?"

 

Ms. Lily smiled warmly, her eyes full of understanding. "If you need a change, you can come to the daycare, and Ms. Daisy will take care of you. But remember, this is just for today. If you continue to wear diapers like a baby, then you'll have to be in daycare with the other little ones."

 

With her heart heavy, Kylie nodded, accepting the consequences of her choices. She joined her peers for the remainder of the day, trying her best to participate in games, activities, and playtime. However, a sense of unease lingered within her, a constant reminder of her regression.

 

After naptime, as the children slowly woke up from their slumber, Ms. Lily playfully checked Kylie's diaper. "Time for a little diaper change, sweetie. Off you go to Ms. Daisy."

 

Kylie's face burned with embarrassment as she walked over to Ms. Daisy, who greeted her with a kind smile. The new routine of being changed into a fresh diaper felt both comforting and humiliating at the same time. She longed for the day when she wouldn't need diapers, when she could hold her head high as a big girl.

 

The afternoon passed in a blur of activities and interactions, but the weight of her secret burdened Kylie's every step. As the end of the day approached, parents began to arrive for pick-up. Kylie's heart sank when Ms. Lily called her aside, her voice tinged with a mixture of concern and resolve.

 

"Kylie, I need to talk to your mommy about what's been happening. Let's wait in the pick-up line together, okay?"

 

Kylie's eyes widened with fear as she imagined the upcoming conversation with her mother. Not only would her secret be exposed, but Ms. Lily might also discover the truth about her age. The thought of both outcomes left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, like a small child caught in a lie.

 

They stood together in the parking lot, holding hands, waiting for Kylie's mother to arrive. Kylie's gaze darted nervously from car to car, praying for a delay or a miraculous escape. But deep down, she knew that the truth had to be confronted, no matter how painful it might be.

 

As the sound of an approaching engine reached their ears, Kylie's stomach churned with anxiety. Her mother's car came into view, and Ms. Lily squeezed her hand gently, offering a mixture of support and reassurance.

 

"Remember, Kylie, we're here to help you. Your mommy loves you, and we'll work through this together."

 

Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she nodded, her fear mingling with a glimmer of hope. The moment of truth had arrived, and she could bear to imagine how her mom would react, life was about to be over.

 

The chapter ended with Kylie and Ms. Lily standing side by side, their breaths held in anticipation, as Kylie's mother pulled up in her car. 

[dirtydingus84]

Once Mom finds out it's all over for Kylie

[dmavn]

Was wondering how the check in check out process was going to work.. At least where i live anyone under 10 isn’t going to be walking in or out of the building without a parent or guardian signing them in or out… ESPECIALLY a supposed 3-5 year old..

[Babytom948]

5 hours ago, dirtydingus84 said:

Once Mom finds out it's all over for Kylie

she'll play along for sure,lol

[Kahlez]

16 minutes ago, Babytom948 said:

she'll play along for sure,lol

She probably has to for the story to continue but the question is how will Kylie convince her. Given that she needs a couple of seconds alone with her mom and explain enough. So it will be interesting how Kylie manage all that and then the dialog with her parents at home xD  

[Babypants]

1 hour ago, dmavn said:

Was wondering how the check in check out process was going to work.. At least where i live anyone under 10 isn’t going to be walking in or out of the building without a parent or guardian signing them in or out… ESPECIALLY a supposed 3-5 year old..

Precisely.  I'm sorry, but this is one of those instances where a story has a flaw so fatal that it simply doesn't work.

[Kahlez]

The check in thing really depend on where you are. I mean if the parking area is close to the door it would work here unless we are talking about a 2 or younger. A 3 or 4 year old would be trusted walking to a car if the staff can see the parent or guardian waiting. It is kind of weird for me think that anyone under 10 would need a parent to sign in or out. At least where I live it is normal for a 6 year old to walk to school, take a bus (we dont have school buses, so it is a regular bus you have to pay for as a parent ) or take the bicycle alone or with friends and home again. Why would you not trust a 3 year old to just a walk a couple of meters it is a safe area designed for it. You could argue on the first days a parent would come to maybe have a quick talk or make sure their child feels fine and not stressed but otherwise seems fine to me.

[nadine_enough]

I'm personally not really worried about "fatal flaws" in the story since it's clearly fantasy. As a reader, you already have to buy in to the fact that Kylie is a foot and a half taller than the tallest average 3 year old, and nobody at all seems to question it or have a problem with it. Therefore, disbelief is already suspended so let the shenanigans ensue. This is either an incredibly lax and clueless daycare, or the staff knows exactly what is going on but doesn't seem to mind for now because Kylie's not causing problems plus they already got their money.

Honestly this is exactly the sort of story I've been looking for lately. It's well written and makes me interested to read more of this or any of your other stories. Thank you for sharing your writing. :)

[diaper24/7]

I would see her mother playing along because her daughter could get in big trouble with the law for what she done.

[littlebopeeper]

21 hours ago, Kahlez said:

The check in thing really depend on where you are. I mean if the parking area is close to the door it would work here unless we are talking about a 2 or younger. A 3 or 4 year old would be trusted walking to a car if the staff can see the parent or guardian waiting. It is kind of weird for me think that anyone under 10 would need a parent to sign in or out. At least where I live it is normal for a 6 year old to walk to school, take a bus (we dont have school buses, so it is a regular bus you have to pay for as a parent ) or take the bicycle alone or with friends and home again. Why would you not trust a 3 year old to just a walk a couple of meters it is a safe area designed for it. You could argue on the first days a parent would come to maybe have a quick talk or make sure their child feels fine and not stressed but otherwise seems fine to me.

In my state, this is a matter of statute.  Day cares and schools alike have to be very careful because so many children come from broken homes.  I know a boy, age 6, whose non-custodial parent must show staff at his school written permission (email) from the custodial parent to pick him up, and even then staff telephone the mother to confirm that everything is on the up and up.  Day cares will also have liability insurance, and the language will be precise.  Everyone goes the extra mile here because the consequences of even one mistake would be devastating.

19 hours ago, nadine_enough said:

I'm personally not really worried about "fatal flaws" in the story since it's clearly fantasy. As a reader, you already have to buy in to the fact that Kylie is a foot and a half taller than the tallest average 3 year old, and nobody at all seems to question it or have a problem with it. Therefore, disbelief is already suspended so let the shenanigans ensue. This is either an incredibly lax and clueless daycare, or the staff knows exactly what is going on but doesn't seem to mind for now because Kylie's not causing problems plus they already got their money.

Honestly this is exactly the sort of story I've been looking for lately. It's well written and makes me interested to read more of this or any of your other stories. Thank you for sharing your writing. 

If it's fantasy, why not label it as such?  And I'm sorry, but day care centers are not "incredibly lax and clueless."  They are governed by statute, highly regulated, periodically inspected, and also operate inside a liability insurance framework.  And I'm writing as someone with a grandson currently in day care.  

[Kahlez]

18 minutes ago, littlebopeeper said:

whose non-custodial parent must show staff at his school written permission (email) from the custodial parent to pick him up

Yeah sure there are rules like you cant take a child without permission of the parents but having to sign a child in and out just seems a bit much. No one here is careless so it is all as safe as possible. It just seems for me that you guys go a bit too far but to be fair maybe it is necessary I cant really judge that. It just feels weird to me that is all, like you are talking more about prisoners than children sometimes. 

[spark]

I enjoy the mechanics of this story, and the premise is interesting.   A girl who is on the cusp (in this case just over the cusp) of adulthood who choose to masquerade as a small child in a pre-school, and it's a nice read.

Unfortunately, there are some serious issues that need to be resolved.  We all know about the check-in/out procedure, which as written is a serious flaw.  Based on how the story is written, the facility believes Kylie is three-years-old, and there won't let a three-year-old leave the facility without an adult taking  them.

However, that's far from the only flaw.  Kylie is a post-pubescent slender framed 18-year-old girl, and it's conceivable for her to be passed off as a pre-teen.  However, she is 12 inches taller than the upper limits for an average six-year-old and 16 inches than the upper reaches for a four-year-old.  Not to mention the fact that her vagina would not look the same as a three-year-old, even if she took out all of her pubic hair.  In order for this to work through those flaws, there would need to be some explanation for those issues.

[nadine_enough]

Like, maybe I'm in the wrong here, or maybe I missed something that has changed with the way readers consume fiction, but why the expectation for hyper-realism here?

ABDL stories have always had nonsense in them. People of all ages and sizes fitting into infantile gear and spaces that would never fit them in real life. Wearing a baby diaper that's "snug, but technically fits". Sleeping in a crib for an infant that's inexplicably the size of a twin bed. Adult strollers being commonplace at theme parks. That's fantasy. Even without including items or tropes like this, real world rules need not apply when the author excludes them.

The evidence for fantasy in this story is ample. The height differences, the checkins, the unaware staff. The author wrote it, so that's the universe of the story and these things are consistent within the universe. Even then, it reads similar to many other older stories that break from the real world. Hell, nearly every single ABDL roleplay ever written on this forum strays from reality. So why does the story need to adhere to the real world at all? Why are these "serious issues" or "fatal flaws" and not just "the setting"?

Is this sort of thing really only allowed now if it's in an explicity fantasy setting, such as the diaper dimension or a world where elves are running around? Or if it's explicitly labelled as unrealistic, something that really isn't an creator's responsibility? (in my opinion, a creator need only create, it's the audience's responsibility to categorize)

I know the author doesn't need a defense, and I'm not intending to pick a fight either. I'm just trying to figure out what really is the expectation here?

[Kahlez]

True those stories never really work with hyper-realism or usually get boring quickly if they do. For me personally they only need to make sense based on rules established inside the story itself.

So I would say the story is fine given that we didnt had anything that would counter the logic applied so far. As long that stays the way I am totally happy and would like read more. Aside from some small details like not planning for the situation that someone wanted to talk to her mom not a lot to complain about. Kylie is smart and I think she should have thought about that ahead of time but honestly I can easy overlook that with a decent solution in the next scene. 

[Babypants]

1 hour ago, nadine_enough said:

I know the author doesn't need a defense, and I'm not intending to pick a fight either. I'm just trying to figure out what really is the expectation here?

"I learned long ago, whether writing fiction or nonfiction, an author loses credibility if he's caught in a factual error."  Randy Wayne White, Bone Deep.  Such acknowledgements are commonplace, and to be taken seriously.  Demanding readers make for better writers.  

[YourFNF]

 

On 6/20/2023 at 3:23 AM, adventurekido said:

ears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she nodded, her fear mingling with a glimmer of hope. The moment of truth had arrived, and she could bear to imagine how her mom would react, life was about to be over.

 

The chapter ended with Kylie and Ms. Lily standing side by side, their breaths held in anticipation, as Kylie's mother pulled up in her car. 

This poor girl is going to get herself on a 5150 if not a trip to county.... And I'm praying to all the gods for her sake it's the psych hold... She seems incredibly sweet but just completely lacking impulse control and self-centered. TBH getting sent back to pre-school in between therapy sessions with the staff/parents in on it and under professional supervision might legit be helpful...

On 6/20/2023 at 9:18 PM, diaper24/7 said:

I would see her mother playing along because her daughter could get in big trouble with the law for what she done.

I could definitely see that as well.. And possibly as a "smoke the whole pack" thing

[spark]

4 hours ago, Kahlez said:

True those stories never really work with hyper-realism or usually get boring quickly if they do. For me personally they only need to make sense based on rules established inside the story itself.

So I would say the story is fine given that we didnt had anything that would counter the logic applied so far. As long that stays the way I am totally happy and would like read more. Aside from some small details like not planning for the situation that someone wanted to talk to her mom not a lot to complain about. Kylie is smart and I think she should have thought about that ahead of time but honestly I can easy overlook that with a decent solution in the next scene. 

It's not hyper-realism to expect stories to stay within the confines of the universe the story created in.   If you write a story about an 18-year-old signing herself up for a daycare and passing herself off as a 3-year-old, you have to be able to address the inconsistencies. 

[adventurekido]

Hi All - seems like y'all are interested. Thanks for the feedback, appreciate your thoughts. Any way - here is another piece to keep you folks engaged. As I mentioned - this is more of a stream of consciousness story, I'm not doing a lot to edit it. I have several other more curated stories that are coming soon. Glad at least some of you are getting enjoyment out of this!

 

Facing the Music

 

The parking lot was filled with anticipation as Ms. Lily and Kylie stood side by side, waiting for Kylie's mother to arrive. The black Lexus SUV rolled to a stop, and Mrs. Thompson stepped out, her confusion evident on her face. Her gaze shifted between Kylie and the unfamiliar woman beside her.

 

"Kylie?" Mrs. Thompson's voice carried a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's going on? Who is this?"

 

Kylie's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. She took a step forward, intending to approach the car, but Ms. Lily swiftly moved ahead of her, opening the back door and buckling Kylie into the seat. Kylie's eyes darted nervously between Ms. Lily and her mother, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach.

 

Ms. Lily leaned in through the open window, offering a warm smile to Mrs. Thompson. "Hello, Mrs. Thompson. I'm Ms. Lily, Kylie's pre-school teacher. I just need a few minutes of your time, if that's alright."

 

Confusion furrowed Mrs. Thompson's brow, but she nodded cautiously. "Alright, but please make it quick. I have a busy schedule."

 

As Ms. Lily closed the door and made her way to the front of the vehicle, Mrs. Thompson rolled down her window, her eyes fixed on the woman who seemed to hold some unexpected authority over her daughter's life.

 

Ms. Lily, being the effervescent and talkative woman she was, began to babble on, her words tumbling out in a rush of explanations and apologies. She mentioned the potty training charts and Kylie's accidents, unaware that Mrs. Thompson had no knowledge of any of these things, as she believed her 17-year-old daughter was attending college, not a pre-school.

 

Confusion deepened lines on Mrs. Thompson's face as she struggled to comprehend the reality Ms. Lily presented. She listened intently, her mind whirling with disbelief and frustration. When Ms. Lily suggested that Kylie might need to be placed in the daycare program until she showed readiness, Mrs. Thompson's patience reached its limit.

 

"I'm sorry, but I think there's been some mistake here," Mrs. Thompson interjected, her voice tinged with exasperation. "My daughter is not in need of diapers or daycare. She's not a baby"

 

Ms. Lily's expression faltered for a moment as she absorbed Mrs. Thompson's words. The realization of the misunderstanding washed over her, leaving her momentarily speechless. Regaining her composure, she stammered, "Oh, I... I'm so sorry. I must have made a terrible error. Please accept my apologies."

 

Mrs. Thompson's anger and confusion simmered beneath the surface as she struggled to find the right words. "Is this some kind of joke? Did someone put you up to this?" she questioned, her voice quivering with frustration.

 

Ms. Lily, still thinking Mrs. Thompson was referring to the diaper incident, responded in an apologetic tone, "No, it's not a joke. I genuinely thought it was the best solution at the time. I didn't see many other options, given Kylie's accidents."

 

Before Mrs. Thompson could respond further, a sudden cry pierced through the air. A child had fallen nearby, and Ms. Lily immediately sprang into action, rushing to help. She scooped up the crying boy, offering comforting words and gestures. With a wave and a reassuring smile, she called out to Mrs. Thompson, "Everything will be alright. You can call the number on the paper to discuss further.”

 

Mrs. Thompson watched, her stern expression a mix of anger and confusion, as Ms. Lily tended to the injured child. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, the unspoken questions swirling in her mind. She pulled out of the driveway in silence, her thoughts filled with a tumultuous mix of anger, concern, and an overwhelming desire to uncover the truth about what was happening to her daughter.

 

As the car glided through the streets, the silence inside was deafening. Kylie sat in the back seat, her head bowed, feeling the weight of her mother's gaze upon her. She longed for the anonymity of the window, a shield against the intensity of the situation.

 

Mrs. Thompson's grip tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. She struggled to contain the rising emotions threatening to spill over. Confusion mingled with anger, her mind grappling with the bizarre narrative that had been presented to her. Her daughter, a college student, reduced to a child's world of pull-ups and daycare.

 

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Mrs. Thompson's voice broke through the tense air. "Kylie, what is going on? Explain this to me. I want the truth."

 

Kylie's heart pounded in her chest as she searched for the right words, her mind racing to find a way to explain the inexplicable. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to face her mother's bewildered gaze.

 

"M-Mom, I... I don't know how to explain it. It's complicated," Kylie stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Mrs. Thompson's frustration grew, her voice tinged with both anger and concern. "Complicated? Kylie, you're not making any sense. Are you in some kind of trouble? Are you hiding something from me?"

 

Tears welled up in Kylie's eyes as she looked into her mother's eyes, her vulnerability laid bare. "I... I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It's just... I wanted to feel... special."

 

Mrs. Thompson's voice softened slightly, her anger mingling with a hint of compassion. "Special? Kylie, you're my daughter, and you're special to me. But what's been going on? Why did that woman think you needed diapers and daycare?"

 

Kylie's voice trembled as she revealed the secret she had been desperately trying to keep hidden. "Mom, I... I've been pretending... pretending to be a preschooler. I wanted to relive that feeling of being taken care of, of getting attention. I know it sounds silly, but it made me feel... special."

 

A mixture of shock and concern flashed across Mrs. Thompson's face. She struggled to absorb the enormity of what her daughter was confessing. The realization that Kylie had been living a secret life, hiding her true age, left her feeling simultaneously betrayed and worried.

 

"Why, Kylie? Why would you do such a thing? You're a grown woman, not a little girl. You should be focused on your future, on building a life for yourself," Mrs. Thompson's voice cracked with emotion.

 

Kylie's tears fell freely as she tried to articulate the jumble of emotions inside her. "I know, Mom. I know it was wrong, but... but it was like an escape. I felt safe and cared for, like I didn't have to face the pressures and responsibilities of adulthood. I wanted to be special, even if it meant pretending to be someone else."

 

Mrs. Thompson's grip on the steering wheel relaxed slightly as she took in her daughter's confession. While she couldn't condone Kylie's actions, she couldn't ignore the pain and longing in her eyes. In an effort to understand, Mrs. Thompson mustered the strength to ask the question that lingered in her mind. "Kylie, can you tell me how pretending to be a toddler makes you feel?"

 

Kylie took a deep breath, her voice quivering with vulnerability as she attempted to put her emotions into words. "It's hard to explain, Mom. When I pretend to be a toddler, I feel a sense of innocence and freedom. I can escape from the pressures and expectations of adulthood. It's like I'm protected from the harsh realities of life, even if just for a little while."

 

Mrs. Thompson fell into a deep silence, absorbing Kylie's words. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the complexities of her daughter's inner world. The realization that Kylie sought refuge in a make-believe existence tugged at her heart, mingling with a mixture of concern and empathy.

 

After a few moments, Mrs. Thompson glanced at the list Ms. Lily had given her, her brow furrowing with a mix of determination and uncertainty. She made a decision, changing lanes and announcing that they needed to run some errands.

 

Confusion etched across Kylie's face as she looked at her mother. "Where are we going, Mom?”

 

Mrs. Thompson glanced at her daughter, her voice tinged with a hint of resolve. "Apparently, according to Ms. Lily's list, it seems you're not quite ready for pull-ups yet."

 

Kylie's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to comprehend her mother's words. "What do you mean?"

 

Shopping For Baby Kylie

 

The Target parking lot hummed with activity as Mrs. Thompson maneuvered her black Lexus SUV into a parking space. As the engine quieted, she turned in her seat, fixing her gaze on Kylie with a stern expression and a hint of sincerity. Their eyes met, and Mrs. Thompson's voice held a mixture of resolve and concern as she began to speak.

 

"Kylie, I've decided to let this game continue, but with a twist," Mrs. Thompson said firmly. "If you want to act like a baby, then you need to understand what it's really like to be one."

Kylie's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to comprehend her mother's words. She knew she had opened a Pandora's box by pretending to be a toddler, but she never expected her mother to fully embrace the role. Uncertainty mingled with a strange sense of excitement as she wondered what awaited her.

 

Without further explanation, Mrs. Thompson unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Kylie followed suit, her steps hesitant yet tinged with curiosity. They entered the bustling Target store, the bright lights and neatly arranged aisles filling the space with a sense of familiarity and possibility.

 

As they made their way through the store, Mrs. Thompson checked the list from Ms. Lily, methodically gathering the items. Diapers, wipes, baby powder, and bottles filled their shopping cart. But she didn't stop there. Mrs. Thompson's determination to fully immerse Kylie in her chosen role led her to select additional baby items—onesies, bibs, pacifiers, and even a plush teddy bear.

 

Kylie glanced at her mother, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom, do we really need all this?”

 

Mrs. Thompson's tone held a mix of seriousness and playfulness. "If you're going to embrace being a baby, we'll do it properly.”

 

A flush of embarrassment crept up Kylie's cheeks as her mother's words echoed in her mind. The realization that she would soon be wearing the diapers and clothes she had picked out for herself sent a strange mix of emotions coursing through her.

 

Her mother’s eye stopped when she got to the furniture section, eyeing a particular large plastic high chair, she looked at Kylie and then back at the chair…

 

“Honey let’s see if you’ll fit in this” she said with a slight air of condescendence.

 

“No mom! There is no way, that is so embarrassing” Kylie protested

 

Mrs. Thompson grabbed Kylie by the shirt and in hushed tone whispered in her ear “you know what would be really embarrassing, getting a spanking at the store, so do as your told and be a good girl”

 

Kylie’s faced flushed three shades of deep red and she let her mother guide her into the high chair. Much to her dismay her hips just barely squeezed in the seat and her feet were just brushing the ground. Her mother clapped assuredly with the click of the tray so pleased to see that this would work. She undid the tray and loaded a box into the cart.

 

As they moved through the store, Kylie's bladder reminded her of its presence. She tugged on her mother's sleeve, glancing around nervously. "Mom, I need to use the bathroom.”

 

Mrs. Thompson raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with a hint of condescension. "Don't you mean the potty, baby?" She gestured toward Kylie's diaper. "Remember, you're wearing your 'bathroom' right now. We'll change you when we get home."

 

Heat surged to Kylie's face as nearby shoppers glanced their way, their eyes lingering on the grown girl dressed in regular clothes with a visible diaper underneath. She lowered her head, biting her lip to suppress the mix of embarrassment and excitement that danced within her.

 

At the checkout counter, Mrs. Thompson intentionally drew attention to their purchases, her tone teasing yet laced with amusement. "Looks like we're preparing for a new addition to the family," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

 

Kylie's cheeks burned as the cashier scanned the baby items, her mind whirling with a strange blend of humiliation and exhilaration. She felt a mixture of relief and mortification when the transaction was complete, and they made their way back to the car.

 

Once they reached the vehicle, Mrs. Thompson's pragmatic side took over. She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before opening the back door and gesturing for Kylie to climb in.

 

"Let's check your diaper before we go, baby girl. We don't want any leaks."

 

Kylie's face burned crimson as her mother's words washed over her. The role-playing game she had initiated had taken an unexpected turn, enveloping her in an experience far more intense than she had ever imagined. Yet, beneath the layers of embarrassment, a part of her reveled in the reality of her fantasy coming to life.

 

Mrs. Thompson gently tugged at the waistband of Kylie's diaper, peeking inside to assess its condition. “Hmmm you really soaked this one didn’t you, well I don’t have a towel to put down so I guess we’ll have to change that diaper”

 

Kylie in shock was speechless as her mother led her to the trunk of the suv and instructed her to laydown in the back.

 

As Mrs. Thompson skillfully removed the soiled diaper, Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation. She closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the familiarity of the routine her mother executed. The cool touch of the wipes against her skin sent shivers down her spine, a stark reminder of the vulnerability and dependency that came with her chosen role.

 

The scent of baby powder filled the air as Mrs. Thompson meticulously prepared the fresh diaper, sliding it beneath Kylie's bottom with practiced ease. With each snug tape fastened, Kylie felt a strange mix of confinement and reassurance, a tangible reminder of the transformation she had willingly embraced.

 

Once the diaper change was complete, Mrs. Thompson leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Kylie's forehead. "All clean and dry, baby girl. Ready to go home?"

 

Kylie's voice quivered with a mix of gratitude and trepidation. "Yes, Mom."

 

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Kylie's eyes fixed on the passing scenery, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The path she had chosen, the desire to temporarily escape the complexities of adulthood, had led her down an unexpected road—one that tested her boundaries, unearthed buried desires, and challenged her sense of self.

 

In the midst of the embarrassment and teasing, Kylie couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her veins. The dichotomy of her feelings—the yearning to be a grown woman yet finding comfort in the role of a baby—created a complex tapestry within her soul.

 

As the car navigated the streets toward home, Kylie braced herself for the unknown. With each passing mile, she surrendered a bit more to the journey, knowing that the path ahead would redefine her relationship with her mother and perhaps unveil hidden truths about herself.

 

Chapter: New Rules

 

The car eased into the driveway, its tires rolling to a stop. Kylie's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her senses. The reality of her chosen path had taken a sharp turn, and she found herself on the cusp of a new phase in her life. As Mrs. Thompson parked the car, her voice broke the silence, carrying a tone of authority and determination.

 

"Kylie, we need to establish some new rules," Mrs. Thompson declared, her gaze fixed on her daughter. "From now on, you will be treated like a two-year-old, with all the control and restrictions on privileges that come with it."

 

Kylie's eyes widened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling within her. The boundaries of her fantasy had expanded far beyond what she had ever anticipated. As they stepped out of the car and made their way to the front door, Kylie's mind raced, trying to comprehend the depth of her mother's commitment to their role-playing game.

 

Inside the house, Mrs. Thompson set up a soft blanket on the living room floor, creating a makeshift play area for Kylie. She turned to her daughter, her voice stern yet tinged with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Kylie, sweetheart, I need you to sit here and watch cartoons like a good baby while Mommy puts things away."

 

With a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, Kylie obediently removed her pants, revealing her diaper-clad bottom. She settled onto the blanket, her gaze fixated on the colorful characters dancing across the screen. The crinkle of her diaper echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the new reality she had willingly embraced.

 

As Mrs. Thompson moved about the house, tidying up and organizing, the sound of the front door opening interrupted the silence. Kylie's father entered, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. He took in the scene before him—the blanket on the floor, Kylie dressed like a toddler, and the air thick with an unspoken tension.

 

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Mrs. Thompson turned to face him, her tone firm yet resolute. "Kylie was pretending to be a pre-schooler. Since she wants to experience being a baby, and I think we should give her a chance to really feel what that is like. It's important for her growth."

 

Kylie's father sighed, his disappointment evident. He cast a worried glance at his daughter before speaking. "I hope you know what you're doing. This feels... extreme."

 

Mrs. Thompson met his gaze, her voice steady. "I understand your concern, but Kylie needs this right now. We'll proceed with caution, ensuring her emotional well-being remains a priority.”

 

With a reluctant nod, Kylie's father resigned himself to the situation, accepting his wife's decision even if he didn't fully understand it. The weight of his disapproval hung in the air, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead for both Kylie and her mother.

 

As evening descended, the family gathered around the dinner table. Kylie's father exchanged a wary glance with Mrs. Thompson, silently acknowledging the peculiar circumstances of their mealtime. Kylie was adorned with a bib, her utensils replaced with a sippy cup for her beverage.

 

The clinking of cutlery and the muffled sounds of chewing were punctuated by occasional glances in Kylie's direction, a mix of amusement and discomfort playing on their faces.

 

Mrs. Thompson's voice took on a tone of playful condescension as she addressed Kylie. "Come on, baby girl, open wide for the airplane!" She spooned spoonfuls of pureed baby food into Kylie's mouth, encouraging her to eat with exaggerated motions and playful sound effects.

 

Kylie's cheeks flushed, a potent mixture of embarrassment and excitement swirling within her. Each spoonful served as a potent reminder of her chosen role and the depths to which she had willingly surrendered herself.

 

Her senses heightened, she felt the texture of the baby food against her tongue, the gentle coaxing of her mother's voice guiding her through each bite.

 

With dinner concluded, Mrs. Thompson announced it was time for Kylie's bath. The thought of being stripped down and exposed, washed like a helpless infant, sent a thrill of both apprehension and anticipation coursing through Kylie's veins. She followed her mother to the bathroom, the tile cool beneath her bare feet.

 

The warm water cascaded over Kylie's body as Mrs. Thompson gently guided her daughter into the bathtub. The scent of lavender filled the air, mingling with the sound of water splashing and Kylie's soft laughter. Mrs. Thompson meticulously lathered shampoo into Kylie's hair, her fingers massaging her scalp with care. The sensation of being cared for, the vulnerability of being at her mother's mercy, both humbled and aroused Kylie.

 

Once the bath was complete, Mrs. Thompson wrapped Kylie in a plush towel, cocooning her in its warmth. She carried her daughter back to the bedroom, laying her on the changing table—a temporary fixture, hastily repurposed for their role-playing game.

 

With practiced efficiency, Mrs. Thompson unfolded a fresh diaper, its pristine surface awaiting Kylie's surrender. She lowered her daughter onto the soft padding, securing the diaper snugly around her waist. The sound of the tapes being fastened echoed in the room, sealing Kylie's fate as a baby for the night.

 

Dressed in a pair of footed pajamas, Kylie settled into her bed, her heart fluttering with a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Mrs. Thompson perched on the edge of the mattress, her voice softening as she read a bedtime story, her words lulling Kylie into a state of comfort and surrender.

 

As the story reached its conclusion, Mrs. Thompson produced a bottle filled with warm milk, its nipple awaiting Kylie's lips. With each gentle sip, Kylie felt a peculiar mix of dependency and satisfaction, her mother's presence a constant reassurance.

 

The room fell into a hushed stillness as Mrs. Thompson leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on Kylie's forehead. "Goodnight, baby girl. Sleep tight."

 

Kylie closed her eyes, her mind drifting into the realms of dreams and possibilities. The journey she had embarked upon had taken a profound turn, carrying her into uncharted territories of self-discovery and surrender. As she surrendered to the nurturing embrace of her mother's care, she couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead—a mix of apprehension and excitement, interwoven with the unyielding pull of a fantasy brought to life.

 

Chapter: The Big Accident

 

The morning light filtered through Kylie's bedroom window, gently stirring her from her slumber. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she found her mother, Mrs. Thompson, standing by her bedside. Mrs. Thompson wore a warm smile as she reached down to check Kylie's diaper.

 

"Good morning, baby girl," Mrs. Thompson cooed, her voice filled with affection. "Looks like you had a dry night. I'm so proud of you."

 

Kylie blushed at her mother's praise, a mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of accomplishment washing over her. Mrs. Thompson helped her out of bed and guided her towards the dresser, selecting a babyish sundress and one of the new, extra-thick pull-ups they had purchased.

 

The crinkle of the diaper as it was pulled up to her waist echoed in the room, serving as a reminder of the path Kylie had willingly chosen.

 

With Kylie dressed for the day, Mrs. Thompson led her downstairs to the kitchen. Kylie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of a high chair, a relic from her infancy that Mrs. Thompson had retrieved from the attic. Heat flushed her cheeks, a mix of humiliation and excitement intertwining within her.

 

Mrs. Thompson bustled about the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a deceptive air of normalcy. Unbeknownst to Kylie, a secret ingredient had been added to her oatmeal—a touch of laxatives. Mrs. Thompson approached the table, placing a large bowl of oatmeal before Kylie. With playful sarcasm, she spoke, "Here comes the train! Open wide for the yummy choo-choo!"

Kylie obediently opened her mouth, spoonfuls of oatmeal laden with laxatives being fed to her. The taste was familiar yet slightly off, but Kylie's trust in her mother's care suppressed any doubts that arose.

 

As the last spoonful of oatmeal was consumed, a faint rumbling began in Kylie's stomach, a harbinger of what was to come. Mrs. Thompson wiped Kylie's face with a cloth and offered a reassuring smile. "Good girl, Kylie. Now, let's get ready for the day."

 

They embarked on the familiar journey to Childtime, the daycare center that had become a regular part of Kylie's routine. Mrs. Thompson carried a large bag of diapers along with Kylie's fully-stocked diaper bag, their contents a tangible reminder of the role Kylie had taken on.

 

Upon arrival, Mrs. Thompson approached the front desk, where Ms. Emily greeted them with a warm smile.

 

"Good morning, Mrs. Thompson," Ms. Emily said, her gaze shifting to the bags in Mrs. Thompson's hands. "Looks like you're prepared for anything today."

 

Mrs. Thompson nodded, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "Yes, I wanted to make sure we're ready. Can you please give these to Ms. Lily?"

 

Ms. Emily took the bags and disappeared into the daycare, leaving Mrs. Thompson standing there with Kylie by her side. As she waited, Mrs. Thompson's gaze fell on Ms. Lily, who approached with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

 

"Good morning, Mrs. Thompson. Is everything okay?" Ms. Lily inquired, her voice laced with genuine care.

 

Mrs. Thompson offered a grateful smile, her tone firm yet appreciative. "Thank you again for yesterday. It was quite an eye-opening experience for both Kylie and me. I've taken some precautions today, and we'll see how things go. If she has another accident, I think it might be best for her to spend more time in the daycare for a little while."

 

Ms. Lily nodded, understanding the complexity of the situation. "Of course, we're here to support you both. Just let us know how we can help."

 

With their brief discussion concluded, Mrs. Thompson kissed Kylie's cheek and bade her farewell before leaving the daycare. The weight of the day settled upon Kylie's shoulders as she followed Ms. Lily to her classroom, her diaper crinkling with each step.

 

Morning activities flowed seamlessly, Kylie participating in games and lessons, her demeanor a mix of lingering embarrassment and a strange excitement for the role she had embraced. Snack time arrived, and as Kylie settled at the small table with her classmates, an unexpected sensation overcame her—a sudden pressure in her bowels.

 

Kylie's eyes widened, panic fluttering in her chest. She attempted to stand and make her way to Ms. Lily, her last hope for avoiding an embarrassing accident. But it was too late. The pressure proved insurmountable, and with a soft, unmistakable sound, Kylie filled her pull-up, the evidence of her loss filling the room.

 

The laughter of her classmates, a mixture of amusement and derision, pierced Kylie's ears, her face reddening with shame. Ms. Lily approached, her hands on her hips, disappointment etched on her face.

 

"Well, well, it looks like someone decided she's just a little diaper baby," Ms. Lily chastised, her words laced with condescension. She took Kylie's hand, guiding her away from the laughter and judgment of the classroom.

 

Tears welled in Kylie's eyes as she sobbed, feeling the weight of humiliation bearing down on her small frame. Ms. Lily led her to the daycare room, where Ms. Daisy awaited, her expression a mixture of concern and sympathy.

Ms. Lily beckoned Ms. Daisy over, her voice filled with gentle understanding. "Kylie had a little accident, so she'll be joining your class for now. And it seems she needs a diaper change."

Ms. Daisy crouched down, her warm smile attempting to comfort Kylie. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take care of you. Let's get that stinky bottom cleaned up, okay?"

 

Kylie nodded, her tears mingling with a mix of emotions—embarrassment, shame, but also a strange sense of surrender. As she followed Ms. Daisy into the room, the reality of her chosen path, with all its attendant humiliations and discoveries, became undeniably tangible.

 

[Kahlez]

I am not sure what to think about her mother yet she gives of those 100% vibes, do it right or not at all. Kylie is clearly in for more than she bargained at the beginning, even lost her "big kid" status. On the positive side Ms. Daisy seems way nicer than Lily. 

 

13 hours ago, spark said:

It's not hyper-realism to expect stories to stay within the confines of the universe the story created in.   If you write a story about an 18-year-old signing herself up for a daycare and passing herself off as a 3-year-old, you have to be able to address the inconsistencies. 

For me a Universe inside a story can be similar but not an exact copy from for example the reality or something else. Like in Sliders (please dont make me feel old by not knowing the show ) where they travel to different versions of earth. Some have major differences and some only minor ones that you could think they are the same. So if an author only takes certain parts and ignores others for story sake that is totally fine to me. I guess we can agree to disagree on that topic.

[spark]

8 hours ago, Kahlez said:

For me a Universe inside a story can be similar but not an exact copy from for example the reality or something else. Like in Sliders (please dont make me feel old by not knowing the show ) where they travel to different versions of earth. Some have major differences and some only minor ones that you could think they are the same. So if an author only takes curtain parts and ignores others for story sake that is totally fine to me. I guess we can agree to disagree on that specific topic.

The second installment answered a lot of those questions within that universe.  There is even a hint that the daycare staff seems to know what they are dealing with.

The mom is an interesting character, and I like the premise.   I'm definitely going to continue reading it when it gets updated.

[thedman]

Suspension of reality and all of that aside, I really can't see a pre-school teacher using a phrase like "Well it looks like someone decided she's just a little diaper baby".  I like the story, but this definitely doesn't feel like it fits in with the pretense at all

[wetdiaper55]

I really like the story

[spark]

On 6/22/2023 at 6:42 PM, thedman said:

Suspension of reality and all of that aside, I really can't see a pre-school teacher using a phrase like "Well it looks like someone decided she's just a little diaper baby".  I like the story, but this definitely doesn't feel like it fits in with the pretense at all

I took that as an inference that the pre-school teacher knows about Kylie.

Realism is definitely not a large part of this story, but it's avoiding the blackmail trope that is used so often in many of these stories.

[Sir Stinkypants]

On 6/22/2023 at 2:56 AM, adventurekido said:

Kylie's voice trembled as she revealed the secret she had been desperately trying to keep hidden. "Mom, I... I've been pretending... pretending to be a preschooler. I wanted to relive that feeling of being taken care of, of getting attention. I know it sounds silly, but it made me feel... special."

 

A mixture of shock and concern flashed across Mrs. Thompson's face. She struggled to absorb the enormity of what her daughter was confessing. The realization that Kylie had been living a secret life, hiding her true age, left her feeling simultaneously betrayed and worried.

 

"Why, Kylie? Why would you do such a thing? You're a grown woman, not a little girl. You should be focused on your future, on building a life for yourself," Mrs. Thompson's voice cracked with emotion.

 

Kylie's tears fell freely as she tried to articulate the jumble of emotions inside her. "I know, Mom. I know it was wrong, but... but it was like an escape. I felt safe and cared for, like I didn't have to face the pressures and responsibilities of adulthood. I wanted to be special, even if it meant pretending to be someone else."

 

Mrs. Thompson's grip on the steering wheel relaxed slightly as she took in her daughter's confession. While she couldn't condone Kylie's actions, she couldn't ignore the pain and longing in her eyes. In an effort to understand, Mrs. Thompson mustered the strength to ask the question that lingered in her mind. "Kylie, can you tell me how pretending to be a toddler makes you feel?"

 

Kylie took a deep breath, her voice quivering with vulnerability as she attempted to put her emotions into words. "It's hard to explain, Mom. When I pretend to be a toddler, I feel a sense of innocence and freedom. I can escape from the pressures and expectations of adulthood. It's like I'm protected from the harsh realities of life, even if just for a little while."

 

Mrs. Thompson fell into a deep silence, absorbing Kylie's words. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the complexities of her daughter's inner world. The realization that Kylie sought refuge in a make-believe existence tugged at her heart, mingling with a mixture of concern and empathy.

 

After a few moments, Mrs. Thompson glanced at the list Ms. Lily had given her, her brow furrowing with a mix of determination and uncertainty. She made a decision, changing lanes and announcing that they needed to run some errands.

I have to say, this sequence, your handling of the truly gargantuan task of suspending disbelief about a mother accepting and encouraging her 17 year old daughter's desires to be babied and put back into to diapers, is truly artful! I have read many ABDL stories with this as their theme, this has to be the most believable version of this I have ever read or imagined. Bravo!

Beyond that, I must say the story overall is wonderful! I am very much interested in reading more if you are interested in writing and sharing it! Great fun! Happy baby!!

[Zylo1893]

Love this story. Good job!