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Fran listened to Emma, she did pick up that her daughter was not exactly telling the whole story but decide not to press on it till later on, Fran walked over and sat on the big crib mattress and said, "honey don't worry about it you are a brave, smart and intelligent young woman, you're just a little different and even if you weren't being a grown-up is hard work and you won't always get the job you want, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try and sometimes you have to do jobs you don't like until something better comes along, when I was a young woman I used to work as a waitress as I was going to college it was hard work and I hated the job, but I was able to persevere and didn't even better one."

Fran said before getting up and going over to give her daughter a hug and a kiss on the head she then got back to talking, "maybe I'll ask one of the girls at church or maybe in our book club to see if they can recommend anything."

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"Sure, mom, yeah..." Emma said with a faint dismissive tone. Her mom meant well, but a fully heighted, cis woman wasn't going to "get it" and she knew that trying to explain how it wasn't that simple for her wasn't going to go anywhere. Her mom mentioned being a waitress and that would be fine for mom but Emma had trouble getting glasses out of the cabinet earlier. She needed a stool for counters. As small as she was, she wasn't going to be able to carry fully loaded food and drink trays. There just physically wasn't any way.

"Anyway, I'm going to keep looking for jobs, I'm just interested in remote work mostly. It's less complicated. That or getting back into the city. I mean, no offense, I like being home. This is nice but when I get something I'm going to have to move back to where the jobs are."

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Fran nodded her head before giving her daughter another hug, "I understand princess I'm just happy your home and take all the time you need there are plenty of jobs that would love to have someone like you working for them and like I said I'll talk to the girls at church and the book club." Fran then got back up and asked her daughter to pick out what pajamas she's going to wear, so she could warm them up in the dryer before asking what else need to be unpacked and put away.

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Emma accepted the hug and resigned herself to knowing that her mom was going to be her personal job hunting assistant now. It made her nervous because there was clearly nothing she could say that would dissuade her mother from doing this but the idea of her mother taking point on this made her anxious. It almost certainly meant she wasn't going to get a few weeks to decompress from college life and chill out before actually starting to look for work. What made her most nervous though was the knowledge that it would probably be an in person interview rather than remote. After last time...

"Here you go" Emma rummaged around in one of the trash bags she'd hauled her clothes to the her old house in. It wasn't anything special, just a pair of looser fitting lounge pants and an old, comfy shirt. "Really just some clothes I guess and then heavy stuff like books and odds and ends. If you're willing to help out I wouldn't say no."

 

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Fran nodded her head and took the pajamas, as she walked out of the room and went downstairs to the laundry room she made a note to take her daughter clothes shopping. All the old clothes that her daughter didn't take to college like her pajamas had been donated to the goodwill, so some new clothes was needed especially pajamas. Actually Fran thought it would be a good idea to go clothes shopping as it would be a great opportunity to do some mother, daughter bonding now that she had a daughter. 

"I wonder what Emma would like to wear now." Fran said to herself, she had to gave it some thought before Emma transitioned she used to gravitate to more darker clothing when she was going through her goth phase, now that she was a woman maybe she depreciate more brighter colors would appreciate more girly and brighter colors Fran did see a know cute footed sleeper that was pink with white polka dots it even had a cute Bumblebee, it even had a zipper running down to the leg for easy diaper changes.

Fran shook her head on that last thought her daughter had been potty trained for years, despite youthlocks having bladder problems her daughter was one of the exceptions that she had full control over her bladder, even at night training pants or even a pull-up could protect any late night wetting. She'd have to go over to the youthlock clothing section of the store to find some pajamas that would be more grown up for her daughter.

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Emma got back to work while waiting for her mother to return. She started just by opening up boxes and moving some lighter things around. Giving her mom her pajamas did make her realize that she would probably need to get her laundry done soon. It would absolutely be better if she took care of that. Despite being more fortunate than most Youth Locks, it wasn't uncommon for her trainers to end up at least a little wet some nights. Usually it was such a minor amount that it would just be contained in the thickened underwear. Usually. Still, it meant stains and if her mom saw them, there would almost certainly be a conversation. Better to just put that bag aside and take care of it on her own. Taking care of her own laundry would probably go a ways towards demonstrating her maturity and thus maybe helping set up some boundaries.

When her mom returned, she and Emma got to work on the unpacking when Emma's stomach began to grumble. "Hey mom, when's dinner?"

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After Fran had put her daughter's pajamas in the dryer she returned to her room and started helping Emma unpack, starting with books and then clothes and the heavier items like her desktop computer. After the computer was set up she heard Emma's stomach growl and speak of the devil the doorbell rang which indicated the pizza guy was here. "oh don't worry about that princess I already ordered food, its your favorite type of pizza a deep dish cheese crust pizza with pepperoni and mushrooms and a bottle of vanilla Coke."

Fran said with a smile even giggled a little bit when she saw her daughter's eyes light up and a big smile on her face, she immediately patted her little girl's head before heading downstairs to get the food before asking her daughter to set the table.

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"Oh, thank you so much mom. That sounds great! I think we've made some progress," Emma said, stepping back from her new computer desk and placing her hands on her hips as she admired the set up. "I'm gonna go and wash my hands before I come down, could you please get a plate and glasses down for me and I'll be right there?"

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Fran nodded her head, she did ask Emma to set the table as she already moved some plates and stuff down to the bottom cabinet, but decided to not press on it after paying for the pizza Fran set the table and positioned her daughter's old high chair by the table, then took off the tray so her daughter could eat off the table instead of on the high chair tray before finally setting dinner up.

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Emma washed her hands and made her way into the kitchen only to be confronted with the sight of her old high chair. Fortunately, the tray wasn't on but that didn't change what it was. Emma cringed but resolved to be mature and not fight about it. She walked over and climbed up into the chair. "You know," she mentioned, "I think my booster is probably somewhere in the garage if we want to get that out for tomorrow?" Emma hinted.

"Thanks again Mom," Emma said as her mom plated the food in front of her and she began to eat.

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"I don't know if I still have your old booster seat Emma I think it was one of the things that I donated." Fran said as she started to eat her own food, after she swallowed and then said, "but how about we have a shopping day? get a new one after getting you some new clothes, I noticed you don't have have proper pajamas so I want to get you some, only if you want too." Fran said adding that last part a bit hastily, she wanted her daughter have a say in the matter wanting her to know that she was a grown up and she could choose what she liked.

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"Yeah, that sounds great mom," Emma said between bites of the pizza, "it be good to get out of the house tomorrow and do some shopping." Emma was pretty excited actually, after years of cobbling together a wardrobe a piece at a time with extra money from part time jobs or left over financial aid, a little bit of a spree sounded like a dream come true. Emma finished up her food, chatting a bit with her mom about what she'd been up to and how she'd been filling her days ever since Emma had moved out.

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Fran talked a little bit about what was going on in her life, how she kept up with her community charity work for the church, things that were going on at the town hall meeting and her own book club, she talked about how some of the women in the book club how Miss Williams son a youthlock like Emma was doing in the jewelry/watch repair shop she owned or how Miss Kelly had just had her first baby, little girl, she even talked about how people asked about her like Reverend McClellan and Miss Jones.

  • 4 months later...
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Emma sat back and mostly listened, munching on pizza as her mom went on about the various comings and goings of the people in her small town. She followed it as well as she could follow stories about people she either barely knew or hadn't seen for a long time. It didn't take too long for Emma to get full from dinner and when an appropriate moment emerged in the conversation, she cleared her throat and pushed the plate away.

"Thanks for the pizza mom, I think I'm going to head up to my room and chill out before bed. I can help with any dishes if you need me to?" Emma offered, she knew her mom probably wouldn't take her up on it. Even if she did, Emma would need minimum a stool to wash, dry, and put away any of the dishes which meant if she and her mom were working together she would just be working slower and in the way the whole time. One of the perks of being kid sized she thought.

Back upstairs, Emma decided it would be nice to change into something comfier. She got her comfy clothes out of the dryer, fortunately it opened from the front out rather than the top down like the washing machine so even if she would struggle to do her own laundry by herself, she could at least help with unloading the dryer once it was all finished. Back in her room, in anticipation of bedtime she slid off her normal panties and put on a pair of thick, cotton trainers for the evening just to catch any little leaks that might spring out during the night. Then came her still warm baggy shirt and lounge pants. Emma reluctantly clambered up and into the crib. At least it would be temporary, she had her bed rails down boxed up in the garage. Just maybe a night or two in this she thought. At least the mattress was new enough to comfier that her previous twin bed was. Emma curled up in a corner along the wall and spent most of the rest of the night binging YouTube videos until she started to get drowsy.

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When her daughter offered to help with the dishes Fran shook her head no and smiled, "no thanks sweetie you just got back just go to your room and let mommy take care of everything." After watching her daughter leave the live the room and head upstairs Fran got to work she on the dishes, she put the dishes in her new dishwasher that she had got a little after her daughter went off the college.

After starting the cycle and cleaned up the table, Fran then looked in the cabinet and smiled when she found what she was looking for, it was her niece's sippy cup. It was was pink with unicorns on it. She then put her daughter's YL vitamin powder and cold milk in it and before warming up in the microwave. As a yl sometimes it was difficult to get all the vitamins and minerals one needed they were special vitamin powders that could be turned into delicious flavored drinks drinks to help special little ones like her daughter. 

Fran then walked upstairs and knocked on her daughter's door before coming in, "hey princess it's getting late you should probably get to bed soon, also I brought in a cup of warm milk mixed with your vitamin powder, luckily I had your cousin's sippy cup. Now I know you're a big girl but you did do a lot today and I don't want you to spill anything." Fran said setting the drink on her daughter's nightstand she then turned around and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and wished her good night.

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Emma couldn't help but slightly roll her eyes as her mother kissed her on the forehead and left her shake with her. Of course it was in a sippy cup, Emma sighed. It was nice to have it brought to her because she had in fact forgotten to do it herself and given how the kitchen was set up for the needs of a person of full height in the years since she'd been home, she would have struggled to accomplish such a basic task on her own. That was the fundamental tension of ever since she stopped growing, the gnawing reality that sometimes she did need help in ways that might make her uncomfortable but it always made her aware of being dependent on able bodied people around her. For someone who prized her independence, it was an uncomfortable reality. Still, it was nice to be taken care of and she wasn't going to reject someone trying to do the right thing, even if it did wound her pride a little bit.

Emma normally didn't like to drink this close to bed. Her trainers were good for leaks that could occasionally happen but being careful about fluids was something that spared her the indignity of having to buy her own pull ups for bedtime and afforded her something close to a normal, young adult life. Still, she was in a tough situation because *not* drinking it would probably leave her not feeling well tomorrow. Given the options, she'd take the risk of being embarrassed with a little damper underwear than she was used to vs feeling sick and convalescing all day because she was malnourished.

Emma was up for a few hours, absentmindedly suckling on the sippy cup. Her brief flashes of annoyance giving way to a begrudging acceptance. Would it really be more mature to unscrew the lid and pout about it? That's something she would have done as a child. Sure, she wouldn't want to be seen by any of her friends with it, but just rolling with the sippy lid was less demeaning than the prospect of unscrewing it, possibly spilling, and needing to ask her mom for help because of her own stubbornness.

Finally, at around midnight, Emma began to get tired. She closed up her laptop and placed it outside the crib, curling up under the covers on the thin yet oddly supportive crib mattress and getting some rest.

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It had been a little over a few hours since Fran had given her daughter her drink, she had taken a bath and watched some game shows in her nightgown before running over a list of things that her and her daughter were going to do today, one of the top priority was clothing shopping wondering what clothes her daughter would want to wear now that she's fully transitioned.

Emma always preferred darker more gothic clothing when she was a teenager so maybe she'd be more into bright and open colors now, Fran also wondered how babyish she would want to go with the clothing, Fran did remember seeing a cute pair of footed pajamas in the youthlock section of the clothing store. She also wondered if she would have to get Pull-Ups for her daughter. Immediately Fran shook that thought out of her head, luckily her daughter could control her bladder, sure she needed training pants at night but other than that, she had need Pull-Ups since she was 10. Still there were other factors of her daughter that made Fran realize that maybe getting some pull-ups and even a few youthlock diapers would be better, just be on the safe side. She would have to pick them up by herself so her daughter wouldn't be upset. 

Fran let out the deep sigh, she got up turned off the TV and went to check on her daughter, when in her room Fran smiled when she saw her little girl asleep, a warm feeling was bubbling in her chest as memories flashed of the past. Then Fran got an idea she went into her own bedroom and dug through a few boxes in her closet and found what she was looking for, there in one box, it was a light pink stuff bunny. old with some light stitching here and there. it had been her daughter's favorite toy since she was practically a toddler. 

This toy had been Emma's best friend throughout her childhood even through her early teenage years, but as Emma was maturing as well as a youthlock could and transitioning the bunny was gotten rid of for being to babyish, but Fran always kept the bunny thinking one day her daughter would like to have it back, it was in good condition and despite having the smell of age Fran just gave a brush off and went back to her daughter's room, she smiled as she looked down on her sleeping little princess before handing her the stuff toy almost immediately the little one had grabbed the toy and was gently cuddling it, Fran then covered her with a blanket, raised the crib bars and locked it in place before heading out to go to bed.

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Emma slept more soundly that she had in longer than she could remember. Of all the downsides to no longer being in the city, quality of sleep was not one of them. It got dark here and there was no noise from cars or the airport to wake her up. It was the first night she'd slept without waking up once in years and she woke up naturally at a normal time in the morning.

The first thing that Emma noticed as she stirred was a cool, wet sensation underneath her. She bolted immediately into being fully awake, throwing back the covers to confirm what she knew it was. Emma could only look down as she sat in a puddle of her own making. She was frustrated and felt like crying but it wouldn't be of any use. Better to just deal with the problem and move on. That's what she got for drinking the shake so late, she thought. Emma looked over and was surprised to see the bars of the crib up. Mom must have come in after she had already passed out. Emma reached out to try and lower them but found the bars locked tight. 'Well,' she thought, 'if mom already knows I'm not sure if this makes this easier or harder.' The crib probably had a latch she could use to get out from the inside but a cursory glance couldn't reveal where it was. This was going to be awkward.

"Hey mom!" Emma called out, "I need your help!"

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Meanwhile down in the kitchen Fran had gotten up early and made a delicious breakfast of homemade waffles with bacon and eggs, she had set the table when she had heard her daughter call her. At first Fran thought maybe Emma was upset finding her old stuffed toy being given to her as her daughter wanted to be seen as an adult, she then walked upstairs and opened the room and what greeted her was the smell of urine and her daughter sitting in her crib with embarrassed and sad look on her face.

Immediately Fran went into mom mode lowered the crib and scooped her daughter up, "oh honey, Emma there, there it's all right shhhh." She said gently bouncing the little woman in her arms like she used to when she was a real child. Fran then picked up her daughter's stuff bunny, gave it to her before taking her into the bathroom and sitting her down on the toilet. 

She then turned on the bathtub faucet filling it with warm water before heading into her daughter's room to pick up a fresh pair of clothes, she then returned and set the clothes aside. "Don't worry princess it's alright, it's probably just from stress from having to move back home, this is just a little accident and it doesn't mean you're not an adult." Fran said repeating the same phrase she did when her daughter had a night time accident or two when she was younger.

  • 7 months later...
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Emma was caught by surprise first of all by finding herself hoisted out of the crib rather than simply let out. It was jarring and stunned the small adult. She hadn't been picked up like this in years. Reflexively, her legs wrapped themselves around her mother's waist as she settled into position on her hip. She felt her mother bounce her and try to calm her and all it did was stir up a tempest of emotion inside her. This sort of treatment hadn't been a thing since she was a child and yet her mother instantly feel back into those distant methods of calming her down. Emma didn't know how to respond, there was some indignance but there was also shame and a not small amount of fear at being up so high and she held tightly to her mother as she was taken to the bathroom.

"I d-don't usually like to drink so close to bed..." Emma stuttered out as her mother returned, unable to meet her parent's eyes in the moment. Emma just nodded meekly at the condolences as her mother began the bathwater.

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Fran nodded her head as she listened to her daughter, but also watching the tub as it filled with warm water, she even added bath soap and some mineral scrub salt to help her daughter relax. When the tub was ready Fran didn't even ask her daughter permission as she undressed Emma removing the girl's clothes and putting them in the bathroom hamper making her daughter yelp a bit, she then took Emma's old bunny toy and sat it on bathroom sink, "don't worry after your bath sweetie bun bun will be back with you soon."

Another thing she used to say to her daughter when she was a little kid, she then turned off the water, she then grabbed the washcloth and smiled at her daughter, "okay princess let Mommy wash you and then its back to di." She was starting to say but then she immediately caught herself and blushed she almost started to wash her adult daughter, she even almost mentioning diapers her daughter hadn't need diapers at least when she was 15, when she was getting a handle on her bladder and bowel control, she immediately apologized gave her daughter the wash cloth and said she'll just go make breakfast before leaving the bathroom.

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Fran's reflexive snap back, on top of everything else, was disorienting to Emma. Her mother quickly stripped her down and hoisted her into the bath and was even prepared to start washing her before realizing how far she'd already gone. Emma was in shock. It took one accident and her mother had to catch herself from saying the 'D' word and talking about her 'bun-bun'. Emma could only nod silently, her words failing her, as her mother left to make breakfast.

"What just happened?" Emma thought? The violation and indignation gave way to shame and humiliation. It was clear, from the crib to the high chair to the 'bun-bun' that even 25 years old with a college degree, her mother still saw her as the little toddler she looked like. She cleaned herself off, suppressing any urge to cry, partly out of concern her mother would notice and partly out of her own feelings right now and fear that crying might vindicate her mother's perception.

She tried not to hyperventilate and focus on washing but it was clear to her that she was going to have to do everything in power to be as "adult" as possible. She had no job, she had no apartment, and so she was absolutely dependent on someone who, with one slip up, would realistically be able to take her adulthood away. After 20 minutes or so, she stood up, drained the water, and got dressed before going downstairs.

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Meanwhile Fran herself was making waffles and thinking she couldn't believe how far she took it, it was only one little slip up her daughter had and already Fran treated her like a baby instead of like an adult, she wondered why? True due to her daughter's youthlock condition she had babied Emma well into her teens. but always try to at least treat her like a teenager in some respect helping her daughter become independent making sure she was getting the best education and whatever else to help with her and accept her condition, maybe it was some sort of strange empty nest syndrome, maybe it was the fact that her daughter is trans and this would be a a great time to have some mother daughter time two feet old Fran always did want a daughter.

Fran decide the best course of action was to apologize to her daughter and treat her like an adult, she first put away the high chair and then got some newspapers, a magazine even the blanket and folded it up to form a makeshift shift booster seat, she made a mental note to buy a new booster seat for her daughter later. When she saw her daughter Fran smiled and said. "Hey Emma I made waffles with sausage for you, a nice welcome home breakfast for you, but first I want to apologize for that thing up in the bathroom, I know that you're an adult and I should respect and treat you like one. I should have also I should have called you to talk about your old crib, if I had known you were bringing your own bed I wouldn't have set it up." Fran said as she pulled out the chair that had the makeshift booster seat.

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