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Exchanged By BabySofia Before you read this story you need to know it is heavily written towards the Adult Baby/Diaper Lover readers. If diapers, bottles, and all that entails for babies doesn't interest you this story will not be for you. It is not a Whateley FanFiction like my last story and instead is in the 'DiaperDimension' that was created by PrincessPottyPants on some of the ABDL boards. I debated about posting this on this site, but given it does have a TG element to it I believe there are still a number of readers on this site who will enjoy this. I've been posting this elsewhere and had been procrastinating here since I know this will only be a smaller sub-group's cup of tea. A few months ago I ran into writers block on Emerald Princess and this began flowing through my fingers at a quick rate. I'll try and get it caught up on this site in the next few weeks too. Hope you all enjoy it! Before I begin I have to give full credit to PrincessPottyPants for the DiaperDimension universe, as well as Langtab and KWOceans for writing the stories that inspired this tale. This is of course fan fiction with probably several universe blips, but I hope you enjoy this Diaper Dimension tale! And don't worry, Emerald is not dead, I just needed a mental break from it! Chapter 1: I STARED AT the computer for a long moment at the text of my ad in front of me. "Inter-Dimensional College Exchange Student Looking For Room And Board 18 year-old student is currently seeking room and board for his time studying at Emerson University. Emerson University has accepted student into Computer Science program and hopes to graduate with a Bachelor's degree. Upon researching the dynamic at the university believes renting a room in a home would be the best option. Open to 'traditional' little living conditions, but must remain mentally unaltered and able to physically still walk and function normally as adult. Must be allowed to complete degree and be delivered back to home dimension. Terms open for negotiation. Contract of funds to be paid half upon agreement and half upon delivery of little back to home dimension." Two years ago my family had gone on an adventure to the new dimensional world of the Amazons. Our guided trip had been a life-changing trip; as I had been amazed at the level of technology and how far they had brought their computers and engineering beyond our current levels! It was incredible! A tour of a college called Emerson University made me really want to go to school there. During the tour I saw supercomputers and faculty that blew my mind, even if when I looked around it seemed like being as short as I was would be a problem. Apparently for many people one of the side effects of going through the dimension was a reduction in height. I had been five feet eight inches tall back home at the time, but only about four feet and an inch when I arrived in the other dimension. All around me had been giants in the form of the Amazons! Even my parents felt like kids in comparison to them. My dad had been alone amongst us in remaining a height that could be considered an 'in-betweener' according to our guide. The guides had immediately assured us that they would make certain we were not 'poached' if we remained with the group. We were strongly discouraged from any outside exploration though! It hadn't taken long after that conversation for me to see why when I saw a nearly naked college girl being breastfed on a bench. Her breasts gave away the idea she wasn't a regular baby, but other things like her yellowing diaper made things more confusing. The lady, her 'mother,' gave me a quick glance and a wink before noticing the guide. To their credit they managed to get us back home safely after a two-week tour of the amazing new world. I had taken in every bit of information about how adult 'littles' ended up as babies. It disturbed me that nearly seventy percent of them that ended up that as surrogate babies, but the world was so amazing! Towards the end of our trip I was able to sit down and pick the brain of one of the few free littles we met while we were at a restaurant. "I'd love to come to school at Emerson," I told him. "What for?" "Computer science," I told him. He nodded. "I hear we are way ahead of you with our technology... but you would have to be very careful. Most of the time they'll let an intelligent little get through the first three years of college because they get so many grants for them from the government. But as soon as that fourth year rolls around they find an excuse to send you to an etiquette school instead... Then it's back to diapers, drooling, crawling, and breastfeeding for life." I found myself slightly enticed by that, but asked, "I don't suppose there are any that survive to graduate?" "A few... sometimes a very clever little like myself can make it through if you are always watching. Too often though you let your guard slip one time and the nearest Amazon to you will spank you, diaper you, and adopt you as their new baby..." The last day of our trip I had managed to snag a brochure for the university and for the last two years had dreamed of nothing but going to school in that dimension at that school. I just had to figure out how to do it and still have my mind and my body mostly intact when I returned. Given the cost of the network hop to the inter-dimensional network I proofread the ad several more times and changed its wording in the hopes my meaning would be clear. My parents were very well off and had invested and saved quite a college savings account for me. Emerson had been very intrigued by my application and had actually awarded me a full-ride scholarship there. That meant the savings account was available for other expenses. I figured if we decided on a monthly fee for rental and board that we would pay in full, then with another payment of that full amount plus thirty-three percent upon my delivery back here at home I would have a good shot at remaining free in the end. Money seemed to make the world go round there too. At least that was the hope... I opened up the brief connection and submitted to that universe's Craigslist server and hoped for the best. A WEEK LATER I found myself looking through fifty-eight responses to my ad. About half of them seemed to not care about the money and just wanted a baby... those went in the trash file of my computer in a hurry. Another dozen or so I held as a backup in case the others fell through, and finally I had it narrowed down to about five real possibilities. All of the replies left were couples that currently had no kids. I had decided upon that requirement after thinking more on what the little had told me. Apparently when a toddler is taller than you they see you as a great target to pick on. The last thing I wanted to deal with was an Amazon baby picking on me and making life miserable... From that final pile I picked out two couples that both had at least one person working at the university. First couple on the pile was Jennifer and Mark Nimitz. Mark was a doctor in the med school focusing on 'Little' care and Anatomy and Physiology of them. Jennifer had earned a doctorate in Psychiatry focusing on Little needs, but wasn't currently working full time after having left a recent position. "They certainly would understand your needs," his mom had said. "Yeah, but I'm a little scared they might understand how to manipulate me too well..." She had just nodded, but didn't say anything more. My parents weren't actively fighting me on this decision, but they had both made it clear that they thought I was crazy to be willing to go risk my adulthood there. The second couple was named Amanda and Fred Westerfield. Fred was a professor at the medical school specializing in obstetrics, and Amanda was a professor in the engineering department teaching courses in bio- mechanical engineering. Both of them worked on the university campus I wanted to attend. I hoped I could continue through school without ending up in the campus daycare, and on paper they really were a good bet to help. Amanda's field was the next most interesting to me to study, so I thought we might have some common interests. In the end we had gone down to the Inter-Dimensional Portal Center and video conferenced with both couples in a private room. My vibe on Jennifer and Mark stayed the same, practically screaming a big warning sign when they spoke. I had ended the call by saying, "I'll be in touch when I've made my decision." Amanda and Fred though were a completely different experience as my parents and I talked to them. "I love this idea of being your surrogate family so you can come study here. I believe you can learn a lot from us and probably vice versa," Amanda said with a smile. "You understand the stipulation that I would be coming back home upon graduation?" I asked. "Absolutely Stacy, we'd be happy to have you on those terms," he said with a smile, "I'll even guarantee you we'll get you through that degree even if we have to help make sure professors don't play games with you." "I'm not asking for you to fight all of my battles," I said with a little bit of concern. "We're not saying we will," Amanda soothed, "but this is a different dimension and to be perfectly honest there are professors who won't take you seriously as anything but a baby." I nodded. "That's what I heard when we visited." "You visited?" Fred asked surprised. "We came for a family vacation with a guide two years ago," my mom told them over my shoulder as she absent-mindedly played with my long hair. "Ever since then all Stacy has wanted to do is come there to study at Emerson. He wants to learn about everything that you all do in computers since it is so much further ahead of us here." They nodded and Amanda looked perplexed for a moment, but asked, "You do understand if you come we will have to alter some of your... umm... clothing options?" I nodded. "I kind of expect that based on the other littles I saw around. I just don't want to end up with the mind of an infant, toddler, or preschooler," I tried to cover all bases there, "or end up with some of the bizarre surgeries I saw there where teeth were removed, or something was done to where they could only crawl..." I shuddered visibly at the thought of a few of those 'babies' we had seen. Fred smiled, "Don't worry about those types of things, we'll not only make sure you don't go through those, we'll help you avoid some of the traps that some of our kind have setup. I'll go ahead and forewarn you don't watch TV on your own. There's a program called Naomi and Oliver, which I know for a fact will regress you and addict you to it. We also have some scientists that have come up with other shows that will mess with your head. Please regardless if you choose us avoid those if you don't want to be a mindless drooling baby." I nodded. "If I do come... what will you expect?" "Well right now any little without a diaper on is a sitting target for kidnapping. I honestly believe your best bet is to plan on wearing them for the duration of your time in college here." I sighed and nodded. "I kind of expected that, what else?" "Well... If you don't mind letting me indulge myself a little?" Amanda asked calmly. "How much is a little?" "Well if you're going to be in diapers... just a nursery and a highchair at the dinner table." Dad practically seemed to be laughing next to me but mom pinched his leg hair or something and he suddenly became serious. "You're serious?" He asked. "Mr. Slane it's a matter of custom as much as anything. But it will also serve as a way for us to keep Stacy safe. If they found out a little wasn't being properly cared for the state could come in and take Stacy to an orphanage... We have to be very careful with this plan, especially if Stacy is going to attend classes." "Oh my!" my mom said worriedly next to me. I looked at the screen and the two friendly looking faces on it. Her blonde hair actually matched mine nearly perfectly. His eyes twinkled and seemed to be a similar Hazel to mine. They actually mirrored my own parents so closely it was almost unnerving. Mom's hair was just a bit darker than mine, and dad had the same Hazel eyes I had. The risk of this was great, but if I could return with the knowledge of their level of technology I could make a fortune back here. "So yeah... I guess I could deal with that," I responded. They both beamed at me and I felt my own parents shudder a bit. "Great! Now with this deal I know you're trying your best to make a safe contract for yourself. This is such a unique opportunity I agree that it needs to be done right. Do you have a contract drawn up already?" Fred asked me. "Yes sir, let me just note the items we agreed to real quick and I'll send it over to you to look it over and sign." "If you don't mind I'm going to have our own attorney look it over?" Amanda suggested. "That's fine, and then we'll countersign it when it comes back," I said before adding, "My parents are going to sign as witnesses to the action as well." "Sounds good!" Amanda said. "This is really exciting Stacy!" My own parents began talking as they turned away from the screen and I just made out something about "I can't wait to have our own little g..." before the screen went blank. 'I told them I'm a guy... Right?' I asked myself. Stacy was a terrible name for a boy! "Stacy let's go ahead and note the items you all agreed to here," mom said. We noted that diapers were okay, a nursery was okay, a high chair was okay, and car seats I knew were mandatory by law. The clauses stating I was to be unaltered psychologically via brainwashing techniques, or physically altered to prevent my locomotion as a normal adult on two legs was also noted. I hoped we had hit the majority of the things that would be fates worse than death in the contract before we scanned it through the offices scanner and sent it on to the Westerfields. I also made sure to send a polite message to the Nimitz couple to let them know I had gone with someone else. I had been told by the little and the guides that to be rude in any way was a bad idea for a little! As we drove home I couldn't help but note the fact that sitting in a regular car seat, eating in a regular chair, and sleeping in a regular bed might be a short lived idea. At home mom called, "Stacy are you going to just keep letting your hair grow for college?" I shrugged. "I suspect it won't matter one way or another there mom. I like it long myself, so I'm just going to leave it." She nodded. "I hope it doesn't cause problems there." I thought back to whatever was being said by Amanda as the screen cut off and just shook my head. 'It'll be fine...' THE NEXT FEW weeks were crazy as May wrapped up and I graduated from high school with my plans for my future set in motion. I was proud to be the salutatorian of my class to my good friend Gabby who was .01 points ahead of me GPA wise. I had made the mistake of taking some non-AP classes as electives like band and it had unfortunately brought my GPA down. I was bummed, but with a full ride to college in the other dimension I had no real reason to be upset. At the post-graduation party the school ran she asked me, "So you're really going through with this plan to go to school in the other dimension?" I nodded and smiled. "It's an adventure!" "Sure... but haven't you heard the stories? I me I'm sure they're just stories... but..." I shook my head. "They're actually true..." I said softly, "when we visited a couple years ago I saw it happening." She looked horrified. "Then why the hell are you going?" "You wouldn't believe how advanced their computers and technology are! If I can go and learn their level of computer science and come back with that knowledge I'll be able to make a fortune here!" "From what I've heard and you just said that's only if you don't come back drooling and crawling on the floor waiting for an Amazon mommy to change you or feed you..." I sighed. "We've setup a pretty strict contract to make it worth the families while to get me back here unharmed. Basically they'll get $100,000 when I go to pay for my room and board for four years, and then an additional $150,000 when they send me back." "What if they decide it's more worth it just to keep you...?" I didn't have an answer to that question and just shrugged. After that night I just kept moving towards my future plans. I was young and invulnerable! I spent the summer enjoying every bit of freedom I could though! Not that I was partying and drinking, but I drove everywhere I could and spent as much time with my friends as was possible. I watched many of them leave for their colleges early, leave for the military, or just generally begin working hard at menial jobs. Once a week I traded e-mails back and forth with the Westerfields about the upcoming move. On a whim I sent them the graduation photo of me receiving my diploma, "That's a great picture of you sweetie!" Amanda Westerfield had responded almost immediately. I liked the photo as my hair was just behind my head where it should be, and I had a great smile. Their responses made me wonder how hard it would be to get used to the new life I had agreed to. They were invaluable though in acting as liaisons with the university registrar and deans offices. Together we had gotten all of the paperwork squared away for my scholarship, my course request list was in the system, and the week after I arrived I would be able to pick up my schedule. There had been several hiccups with the system as we'd moved forward since I was 'just a little,' and I was from the dimension they considered behind them. It was only the backing of Amanda that had really guaranteed me a spot in the department of my choice without further issues provided I passed a local exam. She guaranteed I would be 'disciplined' and would 'stand up to their rigorous standards.' I had been fearful of what that could mean, but there was a clause in the contract that stated should I be kicked out or drop out of the university I would also be returned home. About three weeks before it was time to leave I couldn't help but notice that I was paying attention to babies and their care more than I ever had. Diaper commercials would come on TV and I would blush thinking about how I would soon be wearing them myself. Strollers and car seats, high chairs, everything seemed to make me shudder when I saw them - I knew it wouldn't be long till I was stuck in them myself... I just had to hope it really would be temporary. One day Gabby called me and asked, "Hey Stacy, I'm over babysitting. I'm bored, do you want to come over?" Knowing friends would be fleeting I had agreed and went over. She was holding the little baby girl in her hands as she answered the door. "Hey Stacy!" she said as she gave me a hug from the opposite side of the baby. "Hey Gabby," I told her and followed her inside. "I was just getting ready to give Elena her dinner, why don't you come sit down with me?" she asked. I watched her buckle Elena into the high chair straps. "How old is she?" "Seven months," she said, "isn't she adorable?" I had to agree. "She is," looking at her wearing a pink romper with flowers on it. I watched as Gabby opened a jar of some disgusting looking baby food and poured some into a little bowl. She microwaved it briefly and then sat it aside while she put a bib on her. "Want to taste?" she asked me as she sat there. I made a face. "I dare you baby boy," she smirked. I sighed and let her put a spoonful in my mouth. It was some sort of beef concoction, but the texture made me want to gag! I managed to swallow it without puking. "That's awful," I told her. When she rinsed the spoon off though and fed it to Elena she didn't quite agree. While she wasn't fan enough to let it all in her mouth, she did seem to mostly be okay with it. Her face and bib were a mess though when I think Gabby decided she had enough. "Stacy there are some pouches of Elena's milk in the fridge, would you mind getting one and pouring it into one of the bottles over there?" she asked me as she began attacking the squirming Elena with a baby wipe. "Sure," I said, certain that I could manage such a task. I reflected that as an only child I'd never really been around babies. Babysitting as a boy wasn't really common and I was usually too busy to have ever been asked anyway. Inside the fridge I saw some pouches I recognized as breast milk storage having been looking at such things on the Internet. The closer the day drew it seemed like I found myself looking at what existed for babies and I couldn't help but shudder and picture the woman I had seen when we first stepped into the dimension on our visit. I did as I was asked and poured a pouch in one of the bottles and even was smart enough to assemble the bottle. "Just place it in this warmer?" I asked her. "Yes, there's a mark on how much water to add from that jug next to the stove." Before long the bottle was done and the next thing I knew I was sitting in a rocking chair in her nursery holding the bottle for baby Elena while she nursed. Gabby coached me every now and then and then took a very content and sleepy Elena from my arms and burped her over her shoulder. I watched stuff come out of her mouth and grimaced a bit there but Gabby expected it and just wiped her face off. I watched as she laid her down on the changing table and popped open the crotch snaps on her outfit. She quickly changed her diaper, which had been more than wet. I felt my nose scrunch up at the smell... "You ready for these moments?" Gabby asked me quietly as she taped her diaper back up. "Not really," I admitted to her quietly. She placed a pacifier in her mouth and we quietly snuck out of the room. "I think you're crazy Stacy, but I'm kind of envious of your adventure," she told me before I left to go home. "I know I'm crazy..." I admitted. For the next couple weeks I would find myself waking up from nightmares. In those nightmares Gabby changed my messy diapers or fed me that disgusting mush. The cold sweats I woke up in didn't do much to help me relax about my upcoming adventure. ALL TOO SOON it came time for me to pack my belongings. The dimensional portal charged for luggage much like an airport. Since the ticket I had purchased was a long-term ticket I was allowed two large suitcases and my backpack. I had a feeling I wouldn't necessarily be wearing a ton of 'my' clothes over the next few years there though. I remembered seeing the diapers and how they had poofed out of just about every set of pants I had seen on littles. I settled on taking some sweat pants at least, some other wind pants, my letterman jacket, some other jeans and underwear just in case I ever had that freedom - though I doubted that would occur, and then packed some more important essentials. My flute fit in the luggage easily, along with my XBOX and PlayStation, both of which were the latest models. I had no idea if I could connect those to their TV, but I took them and a plethora of games anyway. My final real item I cared about was my state of the art laptop. It was a 15" model that I could easily carry around in my backpack, and had a battery that was rated well above ten hours. It had the latest graphics card and processor, and I had maxed out every bit of the options I could when I ordered it. I knew realistically it would be way behind the specs of the computers in the other dimension, but at least I could be assured it would be my size... Or at least I hoped it would be. I assumed it would shrink with me at least. Otherwise I would regret not going smaller! My grandparents, cousins, and even Gabby gathered for a last dinner celebration the night before we left. Before they all arrived though Mom brought me a women's razor and said, "I'm not saying you have to do this... but I remember some crazy advertisements about hair removal. It might be a good idea to at least shave your legs and down below..." I blushed but took care of those areas like she suggested. It had been awkward contorting to take care of it, but I had felt her suggestion wise. I didn't do my arms though... I felt I needed at least that bit of maturity. I was self-conscious throughout dinner with my naked legs under my shorts! After dinner my grandfather cornered me late in the evening. "Stacy I'm so proud of you. You have an adventurous spirit that lives up to the Slane name," he told me with a smile. "Thanks Grandpa!" I told him and gave him a hug. Grandpa Stacy Emile Slane, II was a big man like dad and stood three inches taller than me. His grey hair was still full and contrasted with his still black bushy eyebrows that rose above his blue eyes. "That being said I think you should pack one last thing... just in case!" he said and handed me what looked like a Nintendo Switch. "Umm I already packed two game consoles Grandpa," I started. "I'm sure you did," he said with a laugh, "which is why I'm pretty sure this will fit in well. The only games that are in here for this one are child games that should seem tame to your surrogate family." "Okay...?" He then pressed on one part of the case, then another in a sequence and I watched the back come apart. My mouth dropped as I saw that inside the cover was a small pistol... "Grandpa I can't..." "Yes you can. Every member of the Slane family that has ever gone on an adventure like this has been armed. This pistol is something you'll hopefully never need, but if you do I hope you'll have it if you do." I felt some tears in my eyes as I gave him a hug and examined the pistol some more. It looked tiny, but had a clip of eight rounds of 9mm ammo. "Where did you get this?" "I had it made for you," he told me. "It's made of a material, along with the rounds, that can go through a metal detector unseen. The case is designed in such a way that it looks like just supporting components on a X-ray machine." "That sounds..." "Illegal?" He laughed. "Yes, this is a very illegal gun and storage for it. It would be stupid to send you away without something though." I hugged him tight. "Well hopefully this doesn't get me in trouble..." "If someone finds it just tell them your grandfather gave you this as a gift - you had no idea it was in there." I nodded and we reassembled the Switch to where the pistol was once again hidden. He walked me through the steps to open it one more time before we rejoined the rest of the party. That night my dad gave me a single beer to celebrate. As we looked at each other I knew we both feared that would be the only beer I would ever drink with him. THE NEXT MORNING it was suddenly the day! It was Monday; two weeks from the day orientation would be starting. The night before my nerves had barely let me sleep. Right after lunch I found myself driving to the Inter-Dimensional Portal with my parents in the passenger seat. They both seemed to understand my time to drive was not going to exist in the other dimension. Both remembered well that every time we had entered a vehicle there had been booster seats or car seats for all of our kind. Dad had been the only one spared that indignity since his height kept him from being a true little when he arrived for some reason. No one was actually completely certain why the portal shrank some more than others. For some reason Dad shrank all of an inch on that last trip, while I had definitely experienced more shrinkage! I expected the same would be true on this trip and had steeled my self for it. Dr. Bremer supposedly had a few theories, but she never shared them with anyone before she disappeared one day. I calculated out that should it affect me the same way as last time, I would be at about 4'7" max! At the terminal I checked my bags just like at an airport and kept my backpack with the Switch and a change of clothes. Mom brushed my hair out of my face and gave me a big hug. "Stacy take care... we'll be here to take a video call from you Friday..." "I love you Mom," I told her and felt tears on my face and knew they were on my hers as well. "Take care Stacy!" Dad said to me and hugged me tightly too. I wiped my tears and said, "I love you guys, see you soon!" As I turned I made sure to wipe my tears just in case any marks were visible when I got to the other side. My backpack with the Switch in it made it through security with no problems and I found myself in the final room before being allowed to the portal. The portal had its own branch of TSA agents that questioned me, "Purpose of your trip?" "I'm going to college." The agent looked at me coolly. "You sure that's a good idea?" I shrugged. "I have a family that I've made a contract with. We pay them for my room and board now and then an additional fee upon my return. I won't say it's without flaws as a plan, but I think I can learn enough there to make it worth the risk." "You are aware..." "Yes sir, if you look at my passport you'll notice I passed through here two years ago." He shook his head. "Well it's your life ma'am... I mean sir." He added the last bit after looking at my passport. "Girls name?" I sighed. "Family name, it's my grandfathers, and was my great- grandfathers too. Back then at least it didn't have a feminine leaning to the name. I've heard it all growing up and just kind of tune it out now." He just shook his head again, and said, "Good luck son, you're cleared." I walked down the hallway and stood in line to watch as groups of about pass in a single file line through the portal. Soon enough it was my turn and I walked in between a group of tourists that I hoped were all smart enough to have a guide. A moment later the world flashed and then I was standing on the ground on the other side. Signs clearly marked to keep moving with inbetweeners seeming to draw the job of first contact here. I walked down the hallway and gathered my luggage from a conveyor belt before going to stand before a huge customs desk. "Anything to declare?" the large nearly Amazon size in-betweener lady asked me as she leaned down to look at me through the window. "Just my computer and gaming systems?" I asked. "No need to declare those. Any food? Perishables or Alcohol?" "No..." said without hesitation. "Okay what's your business here?" I found myself repeating my previous conversation with the agent on the other side, but this one didn't offer advice. If anything I felt like there was a predatory smile on her face. She eventually stamped my visa and then had me pose for a local identification card. The agent smiled again and said, "Enjoy your stay sir." I walked quickly down the hallway to the concourse and hoped I would see Amanda and Fred quickly. As if to underscore the perilous situation I could see several amazon women eyeing me just beyond the tall barrier. Just as I was beginning to panic a little I spotted Amanda and waved! I pulled my suitcases quickly towards her and had just about gotten to her when I felt a large hand on my shoulder. "Excuse me, but you aren't with a tour are you?" A sinister sneer was in the ladies voice. "No, but she's with her mommy," I heard another voice say and saw Amanda close in. "I got here first bitch," the lady started to snarl. "Hold it!" I said. "I have a contract with Mrs. Westerfield here." "Sure you do... Stupid tourists and guides..." the lady griped as she walked away. "That was a close one," Fred said quietly under his breath. "Well, how are you doing Stacy?" he asked with a smile as he crouched down to my level. I couldn't help but shudder involuntarily as I realized just how different our heights were. Especially with the shrinking I didn't feel like I even had hit toddler height compared to him. I smiled though and stuck out my hand. "I think I'm glad I met up with you right away... That was scary, it's nice to meet you!" I said with a smile. Amanda was crouched down next to me a moment later and said, "I'm so glad that you decided to come!" She engulfed me with a hug and asked, "Is this all of your stuff?" I nodded. "Somehow I had a feeling that much of what I would normally bring won't get used..." I eyed a pink bag she had sat down next to her feet and had a feeling it was a diaper bag. 'Why pink?' I wondered. She smiled and said, "Probably not..." She pushed me back to arm's length and then still on one knee brought her mouth close to my ear. "Look, I planned originally to slowly get you used to everything, but I'm thinking with that lady still glaring at us it would be in our best interests just to get things out of the way..." Her sideways glance to the diaper bag said it all. I sighed. "It's not like I didn't agree to it." She laughed. "Then I'm going to take you to the family room and get you changed. Honey can you get Stacy's bags and get the car?" "Sure thing honey!" he said with a smile and easily scooped up my luggage. It was all so small compared to him that I had a fear he would accidentally crush everything. The only thing that remained with me was my backpack. I watched Amanda carefully put the strap of the diaper bag on her shoulder and then she picked me up and settled me on her hip. "Just out of curiosity, why pink?" I asked her. She laughed. "I know you're a bit of a tomboy Stacy, but I think we'll have to get past that for these next few years..." "Tomboy?!?" Apparently I had forgotten something in the contract! Chapter 2: I WAS IN total shock as my mind processed what she had just said. She carried me a few more steps to a family station with multiple countertops spread around that was obviously for changing diapers. She sat me down for a second on the floor while she pulled out a changing pad and then scooped me back up before I could find words. "Umm... There's a problem..." "What's that Princess?" she said with a smile and tickled my belly for a moment before quickly taking my shirt off. "Umm..." "Wow, you have small breasts even for a little!" she said with a larger smile like that made her happier. "There's a reason for that," I started to tell her as the door slammed open. The crazy lady was struggling with a man my dad's age in a suit and tie. Plastic was quickly shoved between my lips to keep me quiet. "Put me down you bitch!!!" he screamed and she quickly stripped and spanked the poor guy before he even knew what hit him. "Not going to happen!" she said as she punctuated her sentence with a strong stroke to his rump. "You're going to make a nice addition to someone's nursery baby boy." The spanking continued until he was a blubbering mess. Breathing hard she then looked over at us and said, "Well at least if you're going to get the cute one you're doing things right. No way should a cute little like that ever be considered an adult!" With that Amanda quickly finished off pulling my pants off. It was then that I think the first real clue hit her with the underwear. The second was there when she pulled my underwear down and off of my legs. My body stiffened nervously as I was now naked for the world to see. I could feel the blood rushing to my head in embarrassment and knew my face was redder than a stop sign. "I guess you are a tomboy..." she whispered in my ear. "You know we never said anything about that in the contract, right?" I gulped and felt a tear go down my face before she stroked my face and said, "Don't worry, I promise I would only do that one with your permission. But we are going to have some problems here... Thank you for at least taking care of your nasty hair there. Let's get you diapered and dressed so we can meet up with Daddy." I just grimly nodded as she pulled a large folded diaper out from the bag. It was decorated like a Pampers diaper from back home. In fact it seemed identical to one I had seen Elena changed into just a few weeks back! She wasted no time grabbing my ankles in her enormous hand to lift my legs up. When she sat me down on the thick padding it was softer than I would have imagined. From the bag she dug out a bottle of powder that she opened and generously sprinkled on my groin. She moved her hands gently around my butt and everything else to make sure she didn't miss anything. It tickled in a way and I felt myself get aroused and embarrassed all at the same time. She was quick though and lickety split she had the front of the diaper and back of the diaper taped together with the little tapes... sort of... "Uh-oh," she said, "you are way smaller than I expected..." She sat me up and I could see myself in a mirror next to me and giggled around the pacifier. The diaper came all the way up nearly past my 'tiny breasts' as she had noted them. The tapes had to crisscross to be tight enough to hold. I looked beyond ridiculous in my opinion and was red with that embarrassment, but that of course wouldn't matter. "We'll just have to stop at the store on the way home," she said with a smile. "If you're a good girl I'll even let you pick out a stuffie!" I blinked like, 'really?' but just found myself sucking on the pacifier that was strangely far more soothing than I expected. She dug through the diaper bag and said, "I really hope this dress still can fit you..." A second later sure enough I was enveloped by a dress that was probably four sizes too big. She tied the bow in the back as tight as she could though and then said, "Well I guess that will have to be good enough. Unless you'd rather just go in your diaper?" I shook my head and she smiled. "You've been so good so far, thank you sweetie." I was then given a high view from her arms as we traveled through the terminal. As we passed a random height gauge I couldn't help but feel my mouth open in awe. Amanda was obviously incredibly tall even for a giant! I could tell her height was over ten feet if the gauge was accurate. I remembered Fred was even taller... One guide had given us a way to guestimate the difference between Amazon and Little heights/ages. The simple way was to just divide the height of an Amazon by about six-tenths, then you could sort of guesstimate the relationship with heights. As we cleared some automatic doors the math in my head made me nearly drop the pacifier. This put Fred and Amanda at like six-feet and five-foot eight'ish? I had a very good memory and had intentionally memorized a few data points for at least my projected height I had guessed. I seemed even smaller than I had been before, but without a measurement I couldn't guess just how small I had become... I was so taken aback at the shock of the situation that I almost missed that Fred was standing outside of a nice looking car that looked like a BMW SUV. It was humongous compared to me, but not unexpected. Inside a pink rear-facing car seat awaited me. The pink and rear-facing... that I had not been expecting. "Since she's smaller than we expected I went ahead and installed it as a rear-facing seat," Fred told Amanda. "Good thinking. I'm really glad we got one of the carrier models now, I worried she would be a bit bigger than we expected... I never expected her to be even smaller!" she said that with a glee and tickled my belly through the too large dress. Or at least tried too... the diaper was in between her fingers and so my skin was safe from tickling for the moment! He stepped out of the way and she gently sat me down in the seat and then brought a set of straps together and then tightened down on them. I wasn't going anywhere with those as tight as they were. "Comfy?" she asked me as she pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. "Umm... not really to be honest," I told her. "Well the clothes and diaper being way too big probably aren't helping that. I do want to go stop by a store on the way home and at least pick up some diapers that will fit you and a few outfits, are you okay with that?" "I have a choice?" I said. "Well if you really aren't ready for it I could take you home and Fred could stay with you while I go shopping." I sighed. "I might as well get used to it. But...." I started to say something about the gender issue when she interrupted and said, "Good girl! Would you like something to drink?" I was thirsty after all of this stress so I nodded. I pretty much expected a baby bottle straight away, but she surprised me with a pink sippy cup instead. I took a tentative suckle from it and discovered apple juice inside. I examined it for a moment and was surprised to feel like something meant for a baby could feel almost too large in my hands. She gently closed the door and I heard both of them get in the car. "We're so excited that you're here!" Amanda said for the billionth time. "I think I'm glad to be here too..." I hedged politely. "Thanks again for saving me from the psycho lady earlier. I so don't want to end up in a random orphanage here..." "We wouldn't let that happen to you sweetie," Fred said. "So just out of curiosity... just how tall are you two?" I asked. "I mean if that's not a rude question...?" Amanda laughed. "Well I could see why you would wonder. I'm ten feet with an extra inch, while Fred is ten feet ten inches." I gulped. "You're taller than average... right?" "Fred is... I'm just above the norm," Amanda said. "So... Not to sound ungrateful as I see there's a ton of pink around... but..." There was a sigh from Amanda up front. "I think we're going to leave things as they stand Stacy. You're going to have to get used to dressing up while you're here. If nothing else for the fact that the university has you down as the same." I groaned and Fred asked, "What are you talking about honey?" "I'm not a..." I started to say. "She's not a girly girl," Amanda said. "But we're just going to get her over her aversion to pink. I mean after all a little tomboy is just sending up an invitation that they aren't being taken care of... Her hair with a little bit of styling is going to just make her so adorable!" I groaned but decided there was nothing I could do on this subject. She clearly didn't want Fred knowing about my extra parts. How she planned to keep him from seeing them though through diaper changes was beyond me. I stuck the massive sippy cup back in my mouth and quietly drank it as we continued down the road. The cup itself reminded me of a large fast food cup from one of the restaurants back home. My rear view of the car wasn't exactly inspiring, but I was able to see some of the city that I remembered from last time. In fact we even passed our hotel that we stayed at last time right as a tourist group with a guide was being organized on the sidewalk. One teenage girl locked eyes with me for a brief second and waved at the baby in the car seat. I WAS ACTUALLY feeling a little more relaxed by the time we pulled into the parking lot of a big store that shared the name of one in our dimension. Babies'r'us seemed to be a universal chain and I just hoped it wouldn't be too humiliating as Fred undid the base of what was apparently an infant carrier and dangled me from the handle. "Don't swing her too much Fred!" a warning came to him. "You're cleaning up if she throws up!" "Yes dear," he said with a smile before looking down at me and then tickling my chin. "She really did pick the wrong clothes for you!" "You have no idea," I muttered quietly. She came around with a cart to him and he secured the carrier to the front of the cart somehow to where she could push and look at me. "There we go Princess!" she said with a smile. She took the large juice cup from my hands and popped the pacifier back in. Knowing it was in my best interest to go with the flow I just sat quietly and nursed the pacifier. After a while though I was definitely growing bored as I couldn't see much of anything other than her and her breasts - and I wasn't thrilled too thrilled about that view for the moment. Not that I didn't appreciate her exceptionally large breasts! What I appreciated most though that they seemed in proportion to her body to be a normal cup size for a girl. I had never liked girls with breasts that stuck out beyond a regular proportion. Amanda pushed the cart quickly around the store. I was surprised that she didn't seem to take her time shopping like my mom would. "Ah here we are, let's find you some diapees that fit!" she said with a smile. I heard an attendant in the aisle ask, "Do you need some help ma'am?" "You can probably help me figure this out quicker than we will on our own. We just got our little girl here and I misjudged her diaper and clothing size by a mile..." A young lady amazon was suddenly peaking her face at me and said, "Oh she's adorable! Aren't you sweetheart," she cooed at me. She tickled my face for a moment before looking at Amanda and asking, "What size dress is that?" "Twelve months?" "Oh yeah, you definitely overshot. If she fits in this carrier like this...?" I watched her face think hard for a moment. "I think you'll either need a Size Newborn in Little Diapers or Size 1 in regular diapers." "What's the difference?" Fred asked. "Well the little diapers have a bit more room for hips - though it doesn't seem like you really have a need for that with this baby girl. The regular diapers won't tell her she's in a diaper as much as the little diapers do." I saw Fred give her a questioning look that she answered, "You expect a baby to learn to crawl and then walk. What little this size needs to do that though? The little diapers are thick enough she'll have to work to even crawl depending on the brand you choose... Really though it's all Mommy's preference! Cool? Huh?" she said looking back down at me and squeezed my cheek. "Honey grab that Size 1 package of Pampers?" Amanda asked Fred before turning back to the young lady and asking, "If you were going to buy some little diapers for her, what would you get her?" Amanda pushed the cart down a little ways and ended up being told, "These are great for night time! You can easily leave her in this for over twelve hours easily without a leak. They also will keep the baby from moving about!" I overheard the talk of diapers for ten more minutes before hearing three more packages land in the basket and wondered just what had been placed in the cart. Based on the way she'd cooed over some diapers made especially for princesses I was certain those landed there. They were designed to guarantee I would have to crawl as soon as they were wet according to the bubbly girl. 'Just as long as it wasn't a package of those ones...' she had mentioned something that would basically abuse me with a sex toy. It sounded awful and I couldn't imagine why anyone would think of that in context of a surrogate baby!!! 'How can that not be against a law...?' "For such a recent adoption you seem to have a really good baby girl here!" the girl commented. "We have a punishment aisle if you are worried though..." "No thank you Miss, I don't think we have anything to worry about from Princess Stacy here," Amanda said with a smile that sort of disarmed my nerves from the last ten minutes of horror. As she pushed me down the aisles towards her next stop she whispered, "Don't worry, I didn't buy any of those disturbing diapers. Just some of the night time ones as they make sense... and some of the princess ones because they're sooooo cute!" She smiled at that. "And then some of the ultra-thin ones that she wasn't a fan of. They'll probably be better for you getting around campus." I genuinely smiled around my pacifier at that. "Thank you," I said around it. "Trust me, I promise I won't harm you," she told me with a smile. Of course she said that and then we were in the clothing section. The GIRLS clothing section! I couldn't really see, but the dress that was held up to me made it clear. "Hmm... I think this is the right size, but let's get you out of your seat so I can tell!" As soon as she had me unstrapped she pulled the dress I had on straight off and pulled the new one on right in the store. I was mortified as I looked around and saw another little in a cart stare at me. He was dressed in just a diaper though, so I guess it was normal for the store. Another little down the row was made to crawl after her 'mommy' and was being scolded for not keeping up. "Maybe we need to just make it to where you can only get on your tummy if you're not going to even keep up as a crawler!" the lady said as she roughly picked up the little and spanked her until she bawled. I shuddered as my vision was obstructed by the new dress coming back off. "Still too big I think..." She stood up and I heard the clicking of hangers above me before she produced another dress over my head, "Here we go!" The new dress had puffy sleeves and flared out quickly from the top of the dress. I couldn't see my toes around the skirt, but I could tell there was no way it fully covered my ill-fitting diaper. I could see a butterfly embroidered on it and had to grudgingly admit it was probably a really cute dress for a real baby. I absentmindedly touched the butterfly and she cooed, "You like butterflies don't you?" I blushed even more than I had before. She hugged me tight and said, "So do I!" I absently sucked at the pacifier as a way to bite my tongue as she said, "Honey, help me pick out several more outfits in size three months. I want to get out of here and be on the way home so I can get dinner started." From the ground I watched them fly through the racks and waddled after them. A growing need to go pee was coming, but I was kind of scared to go in a diaper that clearly didn't fit right. I watched as rompers, onesies, pajamas, nightgowns, four more dresses, and six pairs of shoes were added to the pile in the cart before I was returned to the carrier. I whined a bit about that before she said, "Oh, we forgot to get you a stuffie for being such a good girl didn't we?" She picked me back up out of the carrier with nothing but the badly fitting diaper on and carried me towards a large toy area filled with stuffed animals. "Which do you want sweetheart?" I looked around and couldn't help but find a white teddy bear that had two turquoise bows in her hair on her ears cute. I pointed to it and she smiled and said, "Good girl, you picked one out all by yourself!" She tickled my thigh and then placed me back in the carrier that Fred had pushed to follow us. Once I was strapped in she covered the carrier with a blanket from the diaper bag. I kind of hated not seeing and losing the airflow, but at least I was covered and 'decent' now. Just before we got to the checkout she whispered, "I'm doing this to make it a little bit easier for you, just nurse your paci and pretend to sleep." I wondered what she meant until I heard the cashier. "Looks like you must have just picked a new little up?" "Yes ma'am," Fred answered. "She must be a tiny thing if she's fitting into diapers this small!" "She is, we got so lucky!" Amanda squealed. "We just finally got her tired out and got her to sleep though, so can you keep it down?" "I'll be quiet and good," the cashier lady said with a little laugh. "Your total is three-hundred thirty-four dollars and sixteen cents." I had a feeling that there was a card swipe before the lady said, "Have you signed up for our rewards program yet?" "I signed up awhile back..." Amanda said. "Well now that you have your baby, make sure you go to your account online and let us know her sizes, actual age, and her new age. That will let us be sure to send you coupons that you can use." All of this talking about me using baby items made me need to pee even more... and I quietly squirmed a little. "We'll keep that in mind, thanks!" Fred answered. The cart was pushed forward and I heard some bags rustling, a box being ripped open, and then a few other things before the carrier was picked up. "Fred I'm going to go to the changing room and get her in some clothes that fit." "Okay, I'll load up the princesses new things in the car and pull it around for you. Do you want to just carry her so that I can get the carrier back in the seat before you get back?" "Sure," she said and the blanket came off as she sat the carrier back on the cart and unbuckled me. "Come on sweetheart, let's go get you in a diapee that actually fits you!" I blushed as she wrapped me with the blanket and carried the diaper bag and me back inside. I really needed to go pee at that point, but the fear that the diaper would leak kept me holding on. I could see the door for the family room near as I lost the battle and just let myself let go. My face turned bright red and I leaned my head against her shoulder in embarrassment. Just as she cleared the door to the changing room and nursing room I felt the diaper leak and urine spilled down my leg. She noticed as she pulled the blanket away from me. "Uh-oh!" she said in a singsong voice. "Good thing I had you all wrapped up in your blankie..." I felt tears stinging my eyes as she said that. "Oh don't worry Stacy, I expected that would probably happen if you had to use that diaper, no harm done. We'll get you all dry in a jiffy!" She smiled kindly at me. The wet blanket was sat on the ground and she sat me on top of a cushy pad she had placed on the changing station. I was pushed back onto my back and she moved my hands out of the way before untaping the ridiculously oversized diaper. "Definitely too big, huh?" she said as she grabbed my ankles in one hand and wiped my bottom and everywhere else. I squirmed a bit at the cold wipe but tried not to cry out in embarrassment. I knew I was as red as ever then as she pulled the oversized diaper out from under me and placed the right one instead. She added rubbed in some powder quickly and then taped it shut. "There, all dry, huh?" she said in her mommy voice. "Let's get you in this pretty new dress!" She pulled the first dress she had me try on back over my head before pulling a matching diaper cover up my legs. "All done, and cute as a button!" she told me with a smile and a light tap to my nose. She clipped a pacifier clip onto my dress and the pacifier that was in my mouth before picking me up on one hip and grabbing everything else with her free hand. I felt awkward with my bare feet and hung onto her shirt nervously. I found myself leaning my head against her shoulder as she carried me to the car and I genuinely felt like a nap would be a good idea heading to their house. I was scared though to let them have one moment of me unconscious though... what would they do? At the front of the store Fred had the door open and I was quickly strapped back into the carrier, given my new stuffed bear, and we were back on the road. "Stacy I can't believe how well behaved you were in there," Amanda cooed at me as we drove down the road. "I do believe you might actually survive college here." "What now?" I asked as I popped out the pacifier and let it dangle from the clip. "Well we're going to get you home and unpack what you have. I'm going to have to take back most of the clothes and diapers I put in your nursery, but I saved all of the receipts and tags so that won't be a big deal. We can go do that this weekend or something." "Does it have to be...?" "Yes it will be girly Stacy. The second you try and not be girly I have a feeling we'd have social services involved. You being a good girl out in public though should help keep that at bay while you're in school. Everyone expects a bad little, since they believe you're just helpless babies. If you want to act grown up enough for classes you'll have to act more mature than most." "That's kind of hard with a diaper on..." I complained. "It could be way worse, you saw that, right?" Fred said. "Yes I did... how can anyone...?" "Be so cruel?" Fred said. "I don't know. It doesn't even make sense to say you're a baby and then be so cruel to you. If a little really is a baby then you should shower them with love and affection just like a real baby." I heard a contented sigh from Amanda as I guess this was one of the reasons she married this man. 'It could be way worse,' I told myself. "So after we unpack?" I asked. "Well we make din-din and then I think an early bedtime for all of us seems like a good idea today. I know I hardly slept last night in anticipation of you coming!" Amanda said. "We'll also give you a chance to message your real parents that you made it safely." She added the last part with a kind of sad cadence on the word 'real.' "Thanks, I know Mom must be worried sick," I said to them. I knew most Amazons would probably have taken me from the terminal, dressed me as she had, but just gone ahead and given me the full blown baby treatment. I really was luck that so far they had limited their actions. Of course I had been on my best behavior too... A quiet silence fell as we made numerous turns and I could see large trees beginning and a neighborhood forming. I saw the entrance to the university flash by my window a few minutes later... at least I thought it was that from what I could see anyway. I played a little bit with the butterfly embroidery on my dress and tried to touch the outside of the dress hem too, but I really was strapped in securely! The view looking back really meant that I could just make out my bare feet and the seat easily. It was only an occasional view through the side of the window that really showed me much. Amanda came around to my door and opened it before fiddling briefly with the latch on the harness and working me free. I expected her to carry me inside, but instead she sat me down on the ground on my own two feet. I looked around and realized I missed us pulling into a large garage with at least one other car in it. "Can you get your bags while we get your new stuff?" she asked me. I nodded and managed to get my luggage back into a little train like I had when I checked into the portal as Fred handed them to me. Amanda giggled. "You look so cute like that!" Sure enough a phone came out and she took a quick picture of me fighting with my luggage. Once I made it through the door into the house I discovered we were in a huge kitchen. The lowest cabinet knobs were at the level of my head so I had no chance of seeing any higher. It was scary how tall everything was inside. Amanda took the lead and led me past a huge kitchen table and a highchair that I knew was for me against a wall. A living room was through the next space and she stopped and said, "Why don't you just leave those there for a moments sweetie." I looked up and she motioned me to follow her to the tall couch that I could just reach my arms onto the cushions. I found myself picked up and propped up on a pillow on the other side from her. Fred came and sat in a recliner on her right to where we could all look at each other. "Okay, so what is this elephant in the room Amanda?" Fred asked her. "Huh?" "You're hiding something and trying to get Stacy in on it too...?" I sighed as Amanda pursed her gigantic lips at me. There was no doubt that I was afraid of what she would do, but she nodded at me. "Well sir we have a bit of a misunderstanding right now...?" He motioned for me to continue on. "About?" "Well... my name is Stacy, and I should have made certain you knew... but I'm one of the rare boy Stacy's." He laughed. "You're a boy named Stacy? I've never heard of a boy being named Stacy?" "My Great-Grandfather was named Stacy along with quite a few other males about 1900 or so. It wasn't only a girl's name then in our dimension..." "So we've done all of our preparations for a little girl... and you're really a little boy?" He laughed a belly-roaring laugh, and I blushed, as I did have to admit the joke would be pretty funny from the other side, "Tomboy" he laughed again. Amanda was giggling too for a moment before she said, "And that's going to be part of our problem." "Why?" I asked. "The university has you registered as a girl. If you attend as anything else they'll probably use it as an excuse to take away your scholarship and deem you not fit to be in school." I gasped. "But..." Fred nodded. "Unfortunately she's probably right... Damn... We put together such a pretty nursery too..." "So what do we do?" I asked. "Well... I don't have a clue," Amanda offered. "Thank you for cooperating long enough for us to look at buying some time here. For not being a girl you certainly have long hair?" I blushed. "I just like long hair," I said. "Well it definitely helps you blend as a girl..." she said. "How about shaving?" "I did that this morning?" I felt my face, knowing stubble was unlikely. "How often?" "Every other day?" "We could help with that..." Fred said. "Well... we're going to have to do something..." I said. "I would hate for all of my hopes and dreams of going to this school to go up in flames before I even get there..." "There is a solution at least for now," Fred suggested while looking at his wife. "Providing no one is changing your diaper no one should guess that you're not a girl. Even if they did with all of the crazy things in this world I don't think anyone would do anything more than tease you?" "So you're saying just pretend to be a girl?" I asked and felt my face flush. "If anyone back home finds out..." "Surely some of your friends already know about some of it?" Amanda asked. I felt my face was never going to not blush. "Just my friend Gabby... She and I talked quite a bit over the summer," I told her. "Girlfriend?" Fred asked. I shook my head. "We both cared about our studies too much. Though I guess it would probably have been smart to go off and have crazy wild orgies or something before coming here..." Fred laughed like crazy about that while Amanda shot me a glare. "IF you're going to pull off this college degree you're going to have to behave better than that young lady." I gulped. "Sorry..." "Well, I guess we probably should go over some more of these expectations then Stacy... For now are we agreed as far as anyone is concerned you're a little girl?" I looked down at the pink dress I was wearing and the hair from my head that hung down to the top part of it. I sighed. "I don't want to lose my scholarship or worse, so yes." "We may have to think about this some more Amanda, but I'm okay with it. I'm glad you told me before I changed a diaper and got a surprise!" As if by magic the word diaper made me think of my bladder and I couldn't help the feeling that I needed to pee again. I had long since steeled myself that this was going to be a part of my world now so I just let it go in the diaper. Both my pause and the expanding diaper must have let them both know what I was doing and the blush returned. "Good girl," Amanda said. "That's going to be the next thing. You already agreed to the diapers. Please understand that means we're watching your toilet habits like good parents... if you don't go poopie at least once a day we're going to have to see if you're stopped up... and help otherwise." My eyes opened wider. "That won't be a problem..." said quickly. "Also understand we'll try and change you as soon as we can, but sometimes you may have to wait a while." "Could I just change myself?" I asked, knowing that would probably not be a yes. "For right now no," Amanda said. "Maybe in a few months I'll think about it if you can be trusted. Depending on which diapers you're in you may not even be able to do so though. The pamper you're in would probably be possible, but any of the other diapers we bought today are designed to where littles can't untape the diapers themselves." "Oh..." I sighed. "I understand I'll have to wait sometimes. What else?" "Well obviously once you see your crib you're going to understand it's probably impossible anyway... especially given how small you are, but even if you CAN climb out of your crib somehow you are not to do so. Same thing with your playpen." I shuddered at memories of failing at ro