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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. 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! Chapter 3: THE NEXT THING I knew the room was dark except for a butterfly nightlight next to the changing table. I tried sitting up and found I was severely impaired by the diaper I was now wearing. 'Must be one of those night-time diapers...' I thought to myself and rolled over to see if I could push myself up. Carefully I was able to get on my hands and knees and looked at the bars in front of me. I quietly pulled myself up to my feet with the help of the bars. I looked up and curiously checked something by raising my hands as far in the air as I could. Sure enough I couldn't even touch the top part of the rails with my hands. I found standing difficult in the diaper and a moment later decided to just give in and sit back down my butt. 'Not that I planned to try to escape like that,' I acknowledged. 'What time was I put to bed?' With no clock I had no way to know, but I definitely had a strong urge to pee. For a moment I held it in, but remembered how silly that would be. 'You knew diapers were part of the deal...' I mentally scolded myself. As I let it all out I was shocked at how much the diaper expanded! I couldn't believe it could get any bigger! I found myself back on my stomach and grabbed the new stuffed bear that lay next to me. 'Elena,' I named her in my mind and cuddled her closely to my chest. I would have expected a soaked diaper to be uncomfortable, but other than how much it had expanded I couldn't tell that it was wet. 'Tomorrow is going to be another long day.' I told myself and forced myself to close my eyes and go back to sleep. It was hard though... I found sleep difficult as I thought about how yesterday had filled in so much information on my future. The gender misunderstanding was embarrassing and tough to deal with pink dresses suddenly, but nothing compared to being the size of an infant! I had come to this dimension expecting to at least be the size of a toddler... or maybe even almost an elementary school kid. Being either of those sizes would have allowed a little bit of freedom compared to my new size. In our world a three-month-old baby would rarely be left alone, and then only when caged safely... In the Amazon world I couldn't see much more freedom for me either. Being called 'princess' was certainly also a novelty. 'Being a princess might not be too bad,' I had to admit with a king and queen like my surrogate family. So far they had shown remarkable restraint and kindness to me. I couldn't help but notice though that there were certain things that hadn't been thrown away as possibilities. It sounded almost certain that baby food was a possibility in the future for meals when we were away from home. 'If Amanda makes it that might be okay,' I allowed. She really was an excellent cook, so if it was just pureed food from her cooking it would probably at least not taste terrible. Any sold jars from the grocery store though were most likely going to be disgusting. 'I wouldn't be surprised if they sell even worse tasting stuff for littles to be tortured with...' Amanda's sisters for the most part sounded like a horror movie brought to life. They were everything I had been warned about, or worse... It sounded like her mom might have been cut from the same cloth too... 'So was it regular milk or her milk?' I wondered sleepily as I finally succumbed to sleep again. WHEN I WOKE again I found I had been rolled back onto my back and had a pacifier back in my mouth. 'They must have checked on me at some point,' I said as I sleepily stretched and remembered the wet diaper I was wearing. It now cold and clammy and was rather uncomfortable. I pulled myself back up by the bars and was just about ready to holler for someone when Amanda walked in. "Oh, you look so cute with that bedhead!" she told me as she walked up to the crib. I held my arms in the universal 'up' pose and she carried me straight over to the changing table as I pulled the pacifier out and let it hang by the clip. "Gee thanks..." I told her. "Oh no, do I have a grumpy princess?" she asked. I sighed. "I'm not a morning person." "Well, we'll just have to work on that! Probably a fresh diaper is a good start, huh?" She proceeded to strip me of my sleeper quickly with a zipper that went all the way to the foot. Once my diaper was exposed she said, "Okay, now which diapee today?" I groaned. "Pampers?" "I think we need one of these instead," she said and I could see one of the princess themed diapers that she had been sold on. "It's so thick!" I said as she laid me back down on it a moment later after wiping me clean. "It's soooo adorable though!" She smiled at me. "And just think of the waddle or crawl I get to see you with!" I groaned. "It's too early for this." She tickled me and I found myself back in the sleeper. She grabbed something from the bottom of the stand and carried me to the glider. At first I thought I was about to be fed another bottle, but instead she produced a hairbrush. "Let's take care of your hair, then we'll go feed you breakfast and see where we get from there." I sighed in relief that was all she had planned. "What are we doing today?" I asked sleepily as she ran the brush through my hair. "Well first we have to go to the store and do some shopping for some other things to replace what we bought way too big for you." "Like what? I mean besides clothes?" "Well bottles for one... You could barely lift the full size nursers I bought you! The sippy cup was a smaller one and you were almost fine with it yesterday, so I think we'll go get one of the half-size nurser sets that are more appropriate for you." I sighed but nodded. I felt her twisting my hair around and guessed that she must be braiding it into pigtails. Gabby had insisted on braiding my hair like that for a cross-dressing day for homecoming week. Scarily I had seemed pretty normal looking as a cheerleader in uniform I borrowed for that day... I felt her tickle my side and she said, "I said I'm done, you really aren't a morning person, are you?" I shook my head. "Not without a lot of coffee..." She turned me to face her in her lap and said, "I hate to tell you this princess, but coffee is one of those things that's going to be off limits for you." I bit my lip but nodded. "I'm not surprised. But would love for you to consider changing your mind..." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Tell you what, you make it through your midterms with a 3.5 and I'll let you have a latte in your bottle each morning." I smiled. "Deal." I extended my hand to hers and she enveloped it with hers. "Okay let's get breakfast in you..." I was carried down to the kitchen where my highchair sat waiting for me and I was soon strapped in wearing a bib with a sippy cup of milk sitting on the tray in front of me. I drank some milk from the sippy cup she had sat down in front of me and watched her move around for a couple minutes to make a bowl of oatmeal for me. "Some special mornings we'll have a hot breakfast with eggs, bacon, and such, but this will probably be breakfast for you normally," she told me. "That's fine, a lot of times I don't even eat breakfast," I told her as she sat right next to my chair and pulled it on the wheels closer to her. "Well that won't work here Stacy, you'll have something for breakfast every morning." I nodded. 'That wouldn't be so bad...' "Let's get this airplane in your hanger!" She smiled while making an engine sound that made me grimace but I opened up anyway. For the next ten minutes she fed me while playing every cutesy little baby feeding game I'd ever heard of - and then a few more. By the time she got to the last spoon I said, "I'm full Mommy..." "Just one more spoon," she said and I opened up. I felt really stuffed then. "All done!" She wiped my face with a baby wipe since it had been a casualty a few times that I happened to look the wrong way. The bib definitely had some evidence on it too and I just sighed as she unbuckled me but left the bib on. I started to remove it but she said, "Leave your bib on sweetie." She picked me up and carried me to the living room where the playpen was sat in front of the couch. "Play here for a few minutes while mommy cleans up." I nodded and tried to stand in the playpen but the diaper was so thick it made it difficult to do so. Just thinking of the diaper brought to mind an urgent warning my body was giving me - I sighed knowing this would come. Given Amanda's warning about needing to poop each day I knew I didn't dare hold back on this either. I found myself using a larger ring toy as a way to pull myself up so could squat. 'Come on, you know you have to do this...' I told myself. Suddenly I felt my bowels let go and I could feel the diaper accept the pieces while I kept pushing until I didn't feel like I needed to go anymore. Suddenly it was like I flashed back to when I was three years old standing back in my grandmother's house. I remembered being in diapers and just wanting to play with her electric organ there. I pooped my diaper and kept playing. 'Stacy did you poopie your diaper?" Grandma had asked me and I had shook my head and lied so I wouldn't have to stop. It hadn't seemed so bad then! I didn't want to fall backwards on the mess so I leaned forwards onto my hands and knees and could feel the mess rubbing against the bottom of my genitals. I sat there a little bit in shock before looking over at the toys in the playpen. I knew Amanda would come soon and decided not to make a big deal out of what was going to become an everyday occurrence for me. I was looking closely at how a doll in my hand was made when the inevitable happened. "Uh-oh, I think someone made a stinkie!" I groaned and tried to stand up to hold my arms out to her but instead ended up falling back on my mess. "Eeewww..." I said. "You didn't seem to mind it for a while there," Amanda told me. "You sure you've not been a little baby here before?" I nodded. "It wasn't too bad until I smushed it..." "Well let's go upstairs and changie that stinky diapee!" she told me with a kiss on my forehead and carried me up the staircase and into the nursery. She laid me down on my changing table and I began to smell it worse as she opened the diaper up. To me the smell was enough to make me gag, but she acted like I was a normal baby and this was no big deal at all. 'Shit happens with a baby,' I reminded myself. She didn't try and embarrass me anymore about it too - which I appreciated. I was quickly re-diapered back into a regular pamper and lay on my back waiting for her to figure out what she was dressing me in. She reappeared a moment later with a pink romper I remembered here cooing over yesterday in the store. It had the words, 'smile, I'm cute!' on it and ended basically at the crotch with a little more of a short pair of legs to it than a basic onesie. I appreciated that she'd been good about only shopping in the actual baby portion of the clothing aisle. I had caught a few glimpses of some of the odd clothing they made specifically for littles to wear... It was a thousand times worse! "Well, now that we've got your stinky diaper out of the way for the day, why don't we go see what trouble the two of us can get in?" She asked me. "What about shoes?" I asked, noticing my still bare feet. "You don't need shoes today Stacy. Everywhere we're going you'd probably just look out of place." I nodded remembering most of the littles I remembered seeing rarely walked, but asked. "Socks?" She looked at me, but nodded and found some pink socks that folded down and had lace around the bottom of the folded portion. They seemed appropriate to a baby of my age and I groaned at that, but appreciated having something warmer on my often-cold feet. "Better?" she asked me. I nodded. "Thanks! Where's Fr... Daddy?" "Daddy's at work, he decided not to take paternal leave right now. I took a few weeks of maternity leave so I don't have to go to work until after you start your orientation... well I could take off more than that, but what's the point?" She smiled at me. "You get maternity leave...?" I asked shocked. "You're my new baby, of course I do!" She giggled like that was a truly stupid question. Her behavior was a little bit different this morning, but so far she was still being sweet so I just went with the flow. I was placed on the ground for a moment and watched her repack my diaper bag with the correct size of diapers. I was grateful to see that she only put the regular Pampers and a couple of the thinner diapers in there. She filled my sippy cup back up with juice and handed it to me to hold as she carried me to the garage and set me in my carrier. "What's the outside of the house look like?" I asked as she buckled me into the harness. "Oh that's right, you still haven't seen... I'll show you when we get back?" she asked. I nodded and watched her close my door and walk to her side of the car. With a press of a button above her the garage door opened leaving me squinting my eyes with the sudden exposure to daylight. She carefully pulled out of their driveway and began slowly driving down the road. I was just able to catch a quick glimpse of their house though. It looked like a very pretty, and expensive, suburban home with a nice lawn. I couldn't see many details though before it quickly passed from sight. Bored I began to slowly nurse at the sippy cup of juice, and probably had finished a quarter of it when she stopped. Our first destination was apparently like a Walmart with a different name, ValuMart. She pulled me out of the carrier and carried me a short distance to where a cart lay unused. As she strapped me into the cart's seat she asked. "I assume you'd rather sit here than in your carrier?" I nodded. "I can see this way." "Well just remember where we are... If I feel like you're about to say something you shouldn't, I'll plunk a pacifier in your mouth. If you can't control yourself before that please find that thumb of yours," she told me. "It's not going to be that bad...?" I asked. She shrugged. "We could run into friends here. Just go with the flow please." I was really nervous now, but I was determined to face anything to attend college here. As she pushed the cart towards the entrance I noticed that even though the seat was designed for babies I still felt like it was too big for me. Right away when we stepped inside I couldn't help but feel intimidated by a store meant for giants and filled with giants. Most of the people inside seemed to be stay at home mothers with a mixture of real, 'little' babies, and preschool age children in their baskets. One mom had her little suspended from her neck with a sling and was openly breastfeeding her while talking to another lady. I couldn't help but stare at the size of the breast and looked up at Amanda's set as she looked down at me. I turned red but she merely smiled without saying anything. Our destination was clear as we headed straight for the baby section. Amanda had just started looking up and down at the selection of bottles when I heard. "Oh hi Doctor Westerfield!!!" from a giant girl who appeared to not be much older than I was. "Hi Jennifer!" she told her and gave her a hug. "Oh my god, she's adorable! Is she yours?!?" this new girl said suddenly close to me. "She's sooo tiny!!!!" "We just adopted her yesterday," Amanda told her. "How old are you?" she asked me. I looked up at Amanda and she nodded. "Eighteen." "Going on three months," Amanda added. "I believe that... Are you going to...?" she asked almost accusingly. Amanda shook her head. "We're taking care of Princess Stacy's needs, but we're not going to mutilate her. She's even going to start attending the university in a couple weeks." Jennifer sighed. "I'm glad to hear that. I hate the way my mom treats Lily..." "Then why are you in this aisle?" "Oh, Lily's out of wipes," she said and held up some generic baby wipes. "If I don't get her some Mom will probably just leave her poop on her bottom until her next bath... whenever that would be." My eyes opened in shock at that and once again I was grateful for a friendly giant. "That's horrible..." Amanda said. "Yeah it is. Maybe I'll be in some of your classes Stacy?" she smiled at me. "Let me know if you need a babysitter sometime," she told Amanda. "See you later! Bye bye princess!" she waved the last part at me like you would a real baby. I blushed and was shaking a bit as I felt Amanda put her hand on my head gently. "You're okay, if there was one of my students we had to run into that was the one. She is much more like me than most." I nodded silently and watched as she began looking at bottles. I found myself turning myself sideways the best I could to see what she was doing. "Need help ma'am?" a helpful store employee asked. "Just trying to pick out a smaller bottle for her. I never dreamed I would adopt a little so tiny. She can't hold up a full size nurser." "Ah well, that makes sense. Are you wanting to breastfeed too?" "Why do you ask that?" she asked, not denying that idea. "Well if you aren't then this one works fine," she said holding up one smaller nurser that looked equivalent to the small nursers I remembered from back in my home dimension. "If you think nursing is important I would recommend one of these two to help with nipple confusion." In shock I followed her advice and stuck my thumb in my mouth at that point to keep quiet. Truthfully ever since I had seen that woman breastfeeding on my first visit the idea of doing it myself had kind of intrigued me in a strange way. I was curious which she would pick and found myself not surprised when she grabbed both of the types that would be considered good with breastfeeding. She threw in several multi-packs of each and some nipples before pushing the cart away. "Good baby girl," she cooed at me sucking my thumb as we continued down the aisles. We ended up in the clothing aisle and I sat patiently as she threw in several onesies, rompers, dresses, and a pair of shorts that she liked with no request for input from me. Apparently she was satisfied with my three-month size, as she didn't make me try them on like I saw several babies and littles experiencing in the open right next to the racks. While she was looking through the clothing I discovered who Oliver and Naomi were since they were featured on tons of shirts on the little side of the aisle. Amanda stayed on the actual baby side though which had other characters that mimicked many from my world. Apparently Anna and Elsa from Frozen, along with Sofia the First were sort of the same in this dimension as I recognized them. There were plenty of characters though that I didn't recognize. Amanda must have sensed that as she would occasionally say. "Oh look there's..." every now and then. Amanda moved on a mission though and before long we were in the checkout lanes. Every Amazon mother we passed stared at me with longing in their eyes, but it was those that glared at Amanda in a threatening way that scared me. I hadn't even realized my thumb was still in my mouth from earlier when she said, "I know that thumb tastes good, but let's use your paci." The kiss on my head and the gentle squeeze made me feel a little bit safer. "Oh my god she is the most adorable little I've ever seen!" the cashier said as Amanda pushed the cart past the card machine. "Yes she is, isn't she?" Amanda squealed a bit and kissed me on the forehead again. There was small talk made for a few moments before the lady said, "You know hon, if you got rid of most of her hair you could pass her for your own natural baby?" I shuddered and found myself instinctively grabbing to hold my pigtails. "But then she wouldn't have cute pigtails like this?" Amanda said. "I love her hair, it's not going anywhere... it's too much fun to play with!" She smiled at me and I returned a small grimace. "Suit yourself!" she said. Once she had me safely strapped into the car seat she told me. "I'm sorry you had a couple of rough encounters there... Unfortunately that's going to be a pretty regular thing here." I nodded. "It's okay, I'm embarrassed when they happen, but at least I was warned before I came." I paused and added. "Just please don't give me away to one of those monsters!" "No worries about that Princess! You're all mine!!!!" she told me with a smile and closed the door and walked to the drivers side. "Speaking of that though, I do want to take you to a local office to... register you as ours." I gulped. "What are they going to do?" "Some of the offices are rougher than others, but this one should be pretty gentle by just doing a checkup, blood sample, and get hand and footprints from you." I nodded. "Then I'm officially adopted?" "Yes..." she said. "Will that be a problem when it's time for me to go home?" I asked hesitantly. "Well if anyone asks I'll say I sent you to live with your grandparents for a while!" she kind of choked up for a moment before adding. "Thankfully we just got started, so that's a long ways off!" I nodded and sat quietly in the seat and drank the rest of my juice that she had handed me back. We pulled up quickly to an office building and instead of getting me out of the carrier she left me inside and just lifted it free of the car. "If you're in this carrier I don't have to worry about as many things happening to you," she told me. I nodded. "I trust you," I said before she put the pacifier back in my mouth and pulled the shade down over the top part of the carrier. She walked through several doors before arriving at a receptionist's window where she sat my carrier on the counter. "Oh my god isn't she precious?!?" the lady cooed while looking in at me. "I never seem to be lucky enough to get one of these cuties!" Amanda smiled. "As you noted, she's a cutie. I don't want to risk kidnapping..." "Of course, I don't blame you one bit! Here, take this paperwork and fill it out and we'll get a spot with the doctor as soon as we can." "Thanks!" I found myself picked up again and the carrier was gently sat onto the groan. Apparently the carrier could rock when it wasn't in its base, as I discovered as she rocked me gently with her foot while she filled out all of the forms. It seemed like there must have been about twenty pages from what I could see! I found myself needing to pee again and let it flow into the diaper while my face turned red. To ignore my now wet diaper I looked around as best as I could from my seat. Several other 'mothers' moved about the room in various delightful or hostile moods. All seemed to hold their 'babies' tightly to keep them from running and escaping. Just in the time she was writing I watched three littles get spanked bare bottomed, and another had her ear twisted for a moment. When she finished Amanda picked my seat back up again to take the forms to the window. While the lady looked over them she popped a couple of the snaps open on my romper. "Do you have a place I can change her?" I flushed red with the diaper exposed and Amanda clearly sharing its state with the receptionist and anyone within range. I bit down on the silicone of the pacifier a littler harder just then to keep from complaining. "Why yes ma'am, right down the hall here, I'll show you," she said as she opened the door beside her and led us to a small nurses station with a padded surface. "I can't believe how good of a baby she is!" "Yes she is a special princess." Amanda popped the remaining snaps in a hurry and quickly changed me into a clean diaper before redressing me. "There, that should be more comfy, huh?" she said as she hugged me and whispered. "Pretend to be a baby as best you can while we go back. Don't back talk no matter what they say... and try not to cry out." I looked curiously at her but nodded and nursed my pacifier that I was beginning to actually grow fond of. It felt like she had barely set my carrier back down on the ground when the nurse called. "Stacy Westerfield?" I started slightly at the change of my last name. I wasn't surprised though; after all with Fred's explanation of the password the night before I figured that was inevitable! It was obvious to me from my surroundings that we were at a doctor's office, but it certainly didn't feel like a normal doctors office back home. Something about the place just gave you the creeps! From my place in the carrier I could only vaguely see doors as we passed them. As we passed one of them I heard a mans voice shout. "You goddamn bitch!!!! You can't do this to..." followed by loud whacks and whimpering. As we made it to the end of the hallway I thought I could hear the unfortunate person beginning to bawl. By another room it wasn't a thought, you could definitely hear the full on screams of pain and terror from a woman. It was the kind of thing you expected to hear in a horror movie... I found myself shaking slightly in the seat and nursed on the pacifier more to try and distract me. Finally the nurse led us to an open walled nurses station where she said, "Okay, we're going to need little Stacy just in her diaper for most of this exam." Then she looked at me and talked to me for a moment like I wasn't a baby. "Make sure you behave baby or you won't like the consequences." I nodded meekly and I was quickly freed from the seat and my romper was taken off. "When did you change her last?" "About ten minutes ago, she was soaked." "So she's using her diapers just fine? Messes too?" "Happily peeing and pooing like a good little should." The nurse nodded like that was the right answer as she picked me up and lay me down on what had to be an infant scale. "Okay... Twenty-four pounds... she really is a tiny thing. You must have had a tough time finding the right diapers!" I jolted at that, twenty-four pounds? I had lost over a hundred pounds of my weight and not even realized it! 'Unless they measured pounds differently...' "Okay little girl, stand tall right here," she told me and had me stand up next. "Thirty-six inches..." she mused. "I guess we could give you another half or the full inch, what do you want Mommy?" she asked Amanda. "Just leave her at thirty-six inches, she's just a baby anyway," she told her. "Yep, no way this one could make her life through the world on her own..." Surprisingly to me she took my blood pressure, pulse, and did a body fat check before directing Amanda to carry me into a waiting examination room while she followed with my carrier. "Okay, now some health questions for you Mommy." Most of the time Amanda actually knew more than I would have guessed, but several times I told her the answer and the nurse pretended not to hear anything until Amanda parroted it back. It was weird, but I could see how they wanted to continue to degrade any adult confidence a little might have. The lady nurse left after saying, "I can't believe how good she is!" to Amanda before looking at me and saying. "Just remember bad crybabies do get punished!" I shuddered as she left and Amanda collected me in her arms. I snuggled gratefully into her warm body, as it was cold in the room. A moment later a man slightly shorter than Amanda came in. "I'm supposed to get some blood?" "I think so," Amanda said. "Can you hold her arm so she'll stay still?" he asked. I just rolled my eyes and sat calmly while they took my blood like any other time I'd ever done it. Of course I wasn't counting on the needle being twice the size I remembered in my last checkup! I managed to hold still though and other than a brief flinch did my best not to let them know how much the damn thing hurt!!!!! 'It wouldn't have surprised me if they used a bigger needle just to make it hurt more!' I thought to myself. He filled three vials up before pulling the port out and putting a Band-Aid with that show Naomi and Oliver's characters on it. "What a good girl!" he said as he patted my head. "Just remember that if you're a crybaby you will be punished." He left and I whispered to Amanda, "What exactly do they do?" She shuddered herself and whispered, "I watched Hannah get given enemas and spankings with a paddle." I shuddered and leaned even closer into her. Shortly thereafter the doctor came in. "Hi, I'm Doctor Nimitz," he said to Amanda. I froze, knowing he was the other 'daddy' I almost chose. "Hi, I'm Doctor Westerfield," she told him with a smile. "So you're here for this little cutie?" he said with a smile and looked at me. Something about the smile refused to expand to his eyes though and I believed in a heartbeat I had chosen correctly. "That's right, especially with this baby girl being so tiny and cute I didn't want to delay getting her registered for adoption." "That's very smart," he told her. He looked down at the notes for a moment and then looked at me with recognition in his eyes. "We spoke a couple months ago, didn't we?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." At least it sort of sounded like that through the pacifier. "Well if I'd had any clue of how cute you would be in a diaper I would have made a stronger case for my wife and I. Truthfully I don't know why you'd ever bother with college. You're clearly meant to just be a cute little baby!" I just stared at him without saying anything. "Okay, please place her down on the table so we can do an examination. She'll need to lose the paci while we do this..." He looked apologetic to me at that. He felt my lymph nodes, looked in my ears, and listened to my heart and lungs before laying me back and untaping my diaper. When my diaper came down he said, "Oh, so you're a baby girl with a surprise in your diaper! Mommy do you want me to do something about that?" I cringed and shook a little in fear. 'Will he just rip off my parts?!?' "Not now, I kind of think it's endearing right now... I may change my mind, but her daddy and I need to talk it over a bit more before we do anything too permanent." "Makes sense, no rush," he said. "What are our options though?" she asked him. 'Really?' I screamed inside. 'She's serious?' "Well, do you want her to have it as a punishment?" He paused. "Or do you just want to do it to get it to where she's right cosmetically?" He shook his head. "There's even an option out there that would go ahead and give her ovaries so she could have her own little babies." He paused for a moment. "I hate to think of this one like that, but she would be ultimate breeder if you mated her with a really short little boy." He nodded before adding. "I bet I can even get you in touch with a couple of my patients that fit that bill..." I was truly horrified as I sat there and he talked about making it possible for me to have babies just to make me a baby-making machine. There was no sense of compassion in his voice at all. As he gave her information he never stopped his examination of my groin. A second later he flipped me over on to my stomach while leaving me partially over my diaper. I feared what was coming next and sure enough I felt something enter my butt that I hoped was just a thermometer. "We're not interested in mating her," Amanda said carefully, "but maybe that type of procedure would be best so that we could make sure we have options?" "Well if you go that route you'll be able to do it all in one day at the university's hospital. We have a doctor trained in a new technique there with nanites..." He paused and added, "I've heard that they can do other modifications while they're at it too if you want. Really great designer options!" He laughed. "Speaking of which I just now realized who your husband is. Tell him hello for me." "I will," Amanda said as she gently squeezed my hand. "Well I think that should be good." He pulled out the thermometer and I let out a silent sigh of relief. That sucked! "Okay, last bits I'll leave in my nurse's hands. Overall you seem to have a very healthy little on your hands. Be sure to think about what I said and definitely have her back here in six months for a checkup." "We will," Amanda replied as he left and she quickly put a new diaper on me and redressed me in my romper. "Sorry baby," she whispered to me as the door opened again and the original nurse entered. "Okay, let's make some art for your mommy!" the nurse told me with a smile. A large ink pad was brought out and my feet and hands were covered in it before they put them on a large paper labeled, 'Adoption Certificate.' I looked at the details on the certificate. Both of my 'parents' full names and birthdates were listed, my real age of eighteen was listed with my birthdate, along with my height, weight, hair and eye color. I was surprised to see my gender listed as Female without any surgery required. The nurse scanned a bar code printed at the top of the page with some sort of gun looking device in her hand. "Where do you want to put her chip?" Without warning Amanda flipped me over onto my stomach over her lap and I felt her pull back my romper and diaper right on my right butt cheek. A second later I nearly bit my tongue in half to avoid crying out as I felt another feeling like a shot, but worse, go right in there. "Stay there for a second baby, I know that hurt, sorry," she told me. A scanner was run over the chip to confirm it was working correctly before the lady said, "You're such a good baby!" Amanda held me tight for a few minutes to reassure me while the nurse said, "The chip is active and confidential where it's located. You actually didn't put it in any of the most common spots, so hopefully any trader wouldn't find it easily." "Can't they dig it out?" Amanda asked. "It's a lot more work than you would think. Pretty soon scar tissue forms around it inside of her and you end up damaging the goods to get it out. They can reprogram them with a lot of patience, but the password you put in the reader prevents anyone but you from easily doing that. Make sure you share that password with your husband though just in case you need it in the future to update your her medical or your contact info." Amanda nodded and I found myself sat back in the carrier with my pacifier again in my mouth, just grateful the exam was over! As she walked past another room on the way out the door I heard, "You can't do this to me!!!! I'm not a baby or a girl!!!!!!!!" A smack and cries of agony serenaded us as she carried me past the receptionist. Our exit out the door of the building didn't happen soon enough for me as I could only imagine the horrors that existed in that building. "I'M SORRY ABOUT that," Amanda said a little while later after we had driven down a ways. "That was horrific!" I told her bluntly having lost the pacifier from my mouth when she had closed my passenger door. "And you were a good girl! You heard... well imagine how it is for most people..." she paused. "How in the world have you been so calm about all of this? If I had to go back to wearing diapers and being tortured and made fun of like you just were..." She took a breath in. "I'd be spitting nails!" I sighed. "On my previous visit with my family I had a party where I was able to sit and talk with a local little for a couple hours. He had managed to remain free - which given his age of thirty seems even more impressive to me now - but he knew all of the ins and outs. He shared with me pretty much everything that's happened so far and more... So it's not like anything was a total surprise like it has to be for some. Just terrifying to see it for real though," I shuddered. I paused. "I want to go for this degree so badly that I've steeled myself for the past two years basically that any of this can happen. I know I don't stand a chance of stopping it... my best bet is to be a good passive baby." Amanda was silent up front for several minutes before she said, "You're probably right." I sat there for a few more minutes before the car slowed and she said, "You hungry? We're going to meet Daddy for lunch." I sighed, for a moment it had felt like there was a brief pause in the babying but obviously that wasn't going to last. She stopped the car and opened my door. She didn't immediately grab me though instead she messed with something for a moment before she slung my diaper bag on her shoulder. She made quick work of the buckle and we were on our way inside a restaurant that seemed fairly casual. Amanda spotted Fred and we walked over to where a high chair was already waiting for me. "Hi Princess!" he said to me with a smile and exchanged a quick kiss with Amanda after she buckled me in the highchair. The waitress came over and she handed her one of the new bottles. "Would you mind filling this with milk for her?" "Why certainly, she's too cute! What would you like to drink?" she asked Amanda. "Iced tea would be fine," she told her. "Great, let me get this cuties bottle filled and I'll be right back to take your orders." "Let's get your bib on you sweetheart," Amanda told me. She quickly placed one on me that read 'Daddy's Little Princess' with a tiara underneath it. I groaned but smiled. "Aren't you just the perfect little Daddy's girl?" The waitress said a moment later when she brought my bottle and Amanda's iced tea. I could feel the bottle was warm - I guessed it was a sign the lady cared. "I'll have the Quiche here, and our Princess will have your child's mac and cheese," she told her. "Does the chef need to do anything extra with her food? He can puree it if you need?" "Oh no, we'll be fine like it's supposed to come. She's a little, but I prefer to just think of her as my normal baby. She's eating solids and pasta just fine!" "Okay then, and you sir?" "I'll have the Bacon Cheeseburger and fries please." "Very good!" she said and walked away. Amanda quickly grabbed the bottle from the tray and checked it on her wrist before handing it back to me. "Careful, it's probably a little warmer than it should be, but it's still safe for babies." She gave me a look that I took to be a hint to 'start nursing,' which I did. I noticed the milk tasted more normal like at home and couldn't help but wonder what I had been given last night... "So what did you two do this morning?" Fred asked. "Well we had oatmeal," she smiled at me and made a face, "then we went to ValuMart to pick up some new babas. I think she manages with that size a lot better!" "Looks like it." He nodded. "What else did you get?" "Well first we ran into my student Jennifer Faulkner in the baby aisle." "She's the one..." "Yes," she said cutting him off and making me curious. 'One what?' I wondered. "How was she doing?" "Doing well, her mom apparently was going to make her little sister go without wipeys for a while, so she went to buy some for her." "That's awful, she could end up with more than just diaper rash..." "You and I both understand that... her mom has always sounded like a piece of work though," Amanda added. "Anyway, we talked for a little bit and she fell in love with our little princess here. I think she's probably going to be our go to babysitter if Megan's not available." "As long as you trust her?" "I do." "What else did you manage to get done?" "Well not much more, we made it to the doctor's office to make the adoption official. I have three copies of her cute handprints and footprints with the certificate for us to use. I also got her chipped while we were there," she said the last bit quietly. "Probably a good idea," he told her and looked at me nursing the bottle. "I know that had to have hurt princess, but believe me it's for your own protection." I nodded. "Anything else?" he asked. "Nope, just lunch with Daddy so far!" she said as plates arrived. The macaroni and cheese actually didn't look too bad to my surprise, but the burger Fred had sounded way better. It was humongous though, so I was pretty sure there was no way that I could ever have managed even one bite in my small mouth! Throughout lunch Amanda fed me the macaroni and cheese. By making some sad eyes at Fred I was able to steal a couple of 'Daddy's fries' from him. Each of those was practically a quarter of a potato back home! The bottle sat with a quarter left when we were waiting for the check so I sat and finished it. As I popped it out from my mouth I found myself letting out a huge burp. Amanda smiled at me. "Did you have some wigglies in your tummy?" she cooed at me before she used the bib to wipe a little bit of stray cheese sauce from my face. She removed it and placed it in my bag before she picked me up out of the highchair. "What are you two ladies doing now?" Fred asked. "Well I think we're going to run home for a little while for the princess to take a nap. After that I think we might take a walk over to the university." "Okay, I may be home earlier this afternoon than normal. Doctor Clark just about fired me when he found out I have a new baby at home and I'm not there helping my wife." He smiled at both of us. She laughed. "I bet, Bob has always been a softie!" After a kiss from him Amanda carried me outside and I was once again bound in my car seat. I waited for us to get home for naptime. 'Sounds so exciting...' I thought grudgingly to myself. While she drove I felt the need to pee more and let it out into the diaper with a sigh. Thankfully for my growing boredom the ride home took just a few minutes, and I once more found myself in their garage being picked up. Amanda didn't set me down though; instead she walked out the open garage door so I could see the front of the house properly. "See there's plenty of pretty grass for you to play on," she said with a smile. "Though you won't play out front much because I don't need you getting hurt, huh?" I looked at the two-story house and saw it was a sort of Victorian style home with gabled peaks. The front had a long porch complete with a white rail and porch swing. A single tree that looked like a Magnolia tree rose from the ground in the middle of the lawn. It was monstrous to me in size and I was impressed by how pretty the house was. I was also more than a little bit unnerved that it looked very similar to my parent's house! It was different colors though, while my parents had painted their house in shades of yellow, this was painted in shades of green. And probably thirty feet or more in additional height... "I'll show you the backyard once I get everything put away," she told me with a smile as she bounced me lightly on her hip and closed the garage door. She took me to the living room and sat me down in the playpen while also making me jump as I felt a fingers intrude on my diaper. "I'll have to change that wet diapee here soon too!" I blushed bright red as she disappeared to go carry stuff in, while she apparently felt safe leaving me alone since I was very effectively caged in the playpen. After watching her go back out to the garage through the white mesh fabric I went back to the doll I had been looking at a bit earlier. I began messing with her and a stuffed cat next to it debating about how I would be expected to play with them. Before long Amanda was back and took me upstairs for the needed diaper change. "Since I'm going to put you down for your nap I'm going to put you in one of your pretty princess diapers," she told me excitedly. I groaned. "They're not that bad are they?" I nodded my head. "They intentionally make it impossible to walk!" "Well good! You won't need to because you'll be napping!" In an effort to avoid being bored in the crib right away I asked, "Could you show me the backyard first, like you promised?" She sighed. "I did promise that didn't I?" I nodded. "Uh-huh." "You think you're stalling your nap, aren't you?" I gave her my most angelic face I could possibly make. "I would never do that Mommy!" I kept my face and said, "I'm a good girl!" She laughed at me and tickled me for a moment. "You certainly are a good girl! I have to keep reminding myself that you're not a normal baby, or a normal little. It takes everything I have to keep from going and getting some other tools to regress you more..." I shuddered a little bit. "Please don't." "I won't do anything without asking first. But I would suggest it might be a good idea to think about some help on unpottytraining yourself? I saw the look on your face in the car as you wet your diaper, maybe you might be less miserable if you're not aware you're going?" I shook my head. "I was reading in the college handbook that if I poop myself in class I can be kicked out of the university. I have to at the very least keep my bowel control." She looked like that was a surprise to her. "What?" "I'll show you later. It was a small line that I think most people would probably overlook, but all it would take is one angry professor...." "Gah, and it would probably be Professor Krantz too..." she muttered. She carried me down the staircase and said, "By the way, how did you know Doctor Nimitz?" I sighed. "I had narrowed it to you two and him and his wife from my fifty some responses." "You have no idea how close you came to disaster..." she told me and I could see some tears in her eyes. "I kind of got that feeling when I talked to them over the link and also today. I know I picked the right mommy and daddy!" she squeezed me and then led out a sliding door to the backyard. A fence that looked pretty formidable to me ran round a beautiful pool they had in the backyard. I saw a sandbox and swing set that didn't look brand new like everything else. "Those look older..." I pointed. "They came with the house and came in handy when my sisters visited until they messed with their littles ability to walk. I think we might put in another playground at some point, but since you're supposed to be a baby I don't know how much we really should put in for you. A lot of people would probably prefer to see us use that infant swing and nothing else." I noticed that one of the swings had a traditional infants bar and harness to it to make it very safe for someone my size. 'Or make it the perfect way to trap them for hours...' I thought darkly. "Okay, enough stalling, naptime!" she commanded. "I wasn't stalling," I told her innocently. "Right..." she tickled me for a moment and then retraced her steps inside the house. Back in my room she lay me down on top of the quilt in the crib for a quick second before quickly and effectively tucking me inside of it to where I couldn't move. "What are you doing?" I asked before being effectively silenced with a pacifier. I didn't complain though and sucked on it lightly. "It's called swaddling Stacy, I should have done it last night but I was worried with the sleeper you would be too hot. It helps keep me from worrying about you flipping over and possibly having problems breathing..." I looked up at her and wondered if I was now getting to another story, but chose not to push. She kissed my head and reached above me to turn on the crib's mobile. Just as she began to turn around I noticed a dark dot on her left breast. She was out of my sight quickly though and I was left to look at the mobile of butterflies turning while Brahms Lullaby played softly. Seeing nothing else I could do I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Chapter 4: I WOKE UP to the sound of someone doing a really poor job of sneaking around. "Shhh, she's sleeping!" Amanda scolded. "Probably only because you made her," the voice hissed back. "Oh my god she is so adorable." "Umm thanks," I told the voice as I opened my eyes and looked at a shorter version of Amanda. She squealed, "Can I pick her up?" "Yes," Amanda said, "just be careful..." "I will," she said the strange giant grabbed for me and released me from the quilt. I felt her finger quickly check my diaper and I blushed. "All dry!" "Well, we'll have to fix that soon, huh?" Amanda said to me with a smirk. "Ignore her, she's just grouchy cause someone else is holding you. I'm your Auntie Megan by the way," she told me with a smile. I sighed in relief. "Thank god, I was worried it was..." I caught myself. "Chloe?" she shuddered. "Yeah, I think that would be a bad nightmare to wake up to her face. You haven't told Chloe about Stacy yet, have you?" she asked her. "Not yet. I haven't even told Mom yet," she added. "Just me, your baby sister?" she asked with a smile as she held me in her arms like an infant and I could just make out both of their faces by going back and forth with my eyes and head. "Well duh, you're the only sane one in the bunch. You're probably thinking about how you could sue me for taking a free little..." she seemed to be joking. "Well if she was free and didn't invite you to adopt her..." "Yes I know the law sis. In this case we actually have that contract you saw." "Interesting contract too. What did your lawyer say about it?" she asked. "In theory it's legally binding that we return her after college. But he did mention that there were probably a dozen loopholes around it if we just wanted to keep her for ourselves." She smiled kindly at the suddenly wide eyes I made at her. "but we're not intending on that!" "Good, I will come back and take you on myself if you or anyone abuse this cutie! I won't let her become another Kacey..." she said sadly before saying, "So Stacy, tell me about yourself," she said as I was carried downstairs to the couch where she sat me in her lap facing her. "Well, I came here a couple years ago..." I told her all about why I was insane enough to come and she was good about listening to me. "So anyway, it seemed safest to go ahead and have I guess foster parents instead of risking whatever else came up out of the dorms." "That's very smart of you," she told me. "I've had a few littles in the last couple semesters of my classes - I'm going to be a junior by the way - that have all ended up disappearing to etiquette schools... Sadly it's like a matter of time for every one of them. Last week they introduced a bill in the Senate to make it permissible for the first person to put a hand on a little that comes to this dimension to be their guardian." "So..." "Yes, yesterday that lady would have become your guardian..." Amanda said with a catch in her voice. "Anyone coming through the portal?" "There's still a diplomatic clause in effect for the tour groups, but yeah, anyone else will be swept up into a nursery before they can say baba," Megan said. "What was I thinking...?" I said aloud. "Well, two years ago when you visited it wasn't as bad. There were some serious roads being made towards little's rights then." "What about my ability to be in college?" I asked Megan. She honestly seemed to understand the situation better than anyone. "Well your parents have decided they want you attending school. While every Amazon will think they're nuts, they're your parents and have full authority over you like any parent," she said with a smirk. "same way they could enroll you into elementary, junior high, high school, or a regular pre-school and no one would bat an eye on those!" "Anything but junior high again..." I looked at Amanda pleadingly with a smile. "Don't worry, you're off to college young lady," she smiled at me. "Speaking of which, I promised you a walk in your stroller, didn't I?" "Umm... yes?" I said, not really caring about it. "Megan you want to come give her a tour of the campus?" She smiled brightly at me and said, "Sure!" Megan checked my diaper and said, "Geeze Mandy, did you put her in a thick enough diaper?" "It's cute!!!" she told her. "Seriously pop the snaps of her outfit and look at it, it's adorable!" Megan looked at me sympathetically. "May I, she has me curious now?" I nodded and she wasted no time pulling my outfit apart and looking at the very pink and feminine diaper. She sighed. "I'm so glad I'm not a little, I would burn this..." I laughed. "You can still do that for me?" "Nah, she's right, it is cute... on YOU. You haven't even put a dent in that padding, do you feel like you need changed yet though?" she asked me. "No, I'm probably good. It could soak up half of the ocean I think..." She squeezed me tight. "I like you. I have dibs on you if my sister gets tired of you!" There was a bit of a circus that went on while Amanda grabbed a stroller she had stored in the car. My car seat carrier apparently connected into it normally, but so that I could see she just let me sit in the very oversized toddler seat. I was so small she could barely get the straps tight enough, and even then I could have slipped out if I wanted to! I watched as Megan filled a bottle of juice for me, while Amanda simultaneously stuffed a pacifier in my mouth, before handing me Elena to hold. I sighed as she started walking down the street and I learned quickly we were only a few blocks from the campus. "Look over there," Megan said to me. "That's the student union where we have a cafeteria, the bookstore, and some offices!" She was being cute with her voice in a way that made me think she was hiding my intelligence from the people we passed by. Many of those waved and cooed at me, but we were other wise allowed to walk by unmolested. The buildings with massive lecture halls were pointed out from the outside for me. Apparently the university prided itself on small class sizes, but still had four large lecture halls; the largest seated seven hundred students! They also took the time to point out the building that housed the computer and math departments that would be my home. The sisters decided to take a break midway through the campus and sat down on a bench with my stroller facing them. Amanda took the bottle of juice out of the diaper bag and replaced my pacifier with it. "So you're keeping her on solid foods?" Megan asked. "We have no agreement on that in the contract, but I think to be kind yes," she told both of us. "That is kind... and as long as you're not using cloth diapers it doesn't really matter what her poop is like, right?" I looked up inquisitively enough that she told me. "breastfed babies poop is water soluble, which means your poopy diapers could just be put in the washing machine and everything would dissolve!" I made a face at that and Amanda leaned forward to tickle me. Megan's face changed as she looked at her and said, "Manda really? Already?" Her eyes appeared drawn to two spots that were similar to the one I'd seen earlier. She sighed. "Yes, and this is with pads in!" "You know most can only really deal with it in one way..." She nodded. "I don't want to push something on Stacy that she doesn't want..." "What's going on?" I asked as I took the bottle nipple out of my mouth. I watched her look around to see if anyone else was around, she sighed and answered. "Most Amazon mothers have a really strong maternal instinct. Sometimes all it takes is seeing a cute little and I deal with leaking breasts for a week... I'm not surprised that a day with you and I'm leaking like a cow..." "Does it hurt?" I asked. "What?" "Those?" I asked, as she seemed to hurriedly dig something discreetly out of the bag. I could see for a brief second they were pads that she swapped out some others that were already there for ones she bagged in a plastic bag. "No... but it would feel better if the milk was gone. I'll have to buy a pump I guess to get rid of it..." "Or..." Megan said looking at me. "Somehow I don't think Stacy would mind trying it..." "Well..." I put the bottle in my lap and squirmed in the stroller as I tried to think this through carefully... "I don't know... I wouldn't want to only eat it though..." I told her. "New deal?" she asked me. I sighed. "What?" I did my best to figure out what I had just implied. "If it's not horrible to you, we do this three times a day? I'll feed you real food all the time - not baby food - but that will keep me from doing this..." "And if I hate it?" "Then I'll buy a pump and use it instead. Maybe another baby can drink it?" I thought back to that first woman I had seen when we came back and couldn't deny there was a curiosity in my body from that. The very idea of it had been arousing to me since then... "Deal," I told her. There wasn't a second of hesitation then for here as she unbuckled me from the seat and promptly revealed a gigantic orb of flesh that I had little idea of what to do with. Her nipple stuck out from the breast far enough that it would easily reach my back molars. 'Nothing but to try it...' I had just thought as her hand guided my head and open mouth to it. I really had no real idea what to do as my mouth tentatively rounded on her flesh. My tongue touched her nipple and discovered milk was already leaking out. It entered my mouth before I even suckled and I discovered that it didn't taste bad at all! I gave her breast suckle like I did with a bottle, and was rewarded with a mouth of liquid that tasted far better than I believed it would! It was like an amazing vanilla shake or something. Before long I felt like the world was on standby as all I thought about was sucking more! After awhile it stopped coming and I became a little annoyed. A finger tickled my chin and Amanda said, "Let's try the other one instead..." I felt like I was on some sort of insane drug or something as I found myself latched onto her other side. "I guess it must be pretty good," Megan said next to her. Amanda sighed. "I guess so, we'll see when she gets out of the milk coma what she really thinks." "Yeah... I have a hard time after that reaction not thinking there's something to be said about our milk being addictive." I tuned most of the conversation out though as all I seemed to care about was getting the next gulp of milk. Before long I was actually feeling kind of full just before the last of this breast ran dry. "Hand me that cloth," I heard Amanda tell Megan. "Here sis," she said, "You didn't burp her between breasts, I bet she spits up quite a bit..." "Yeah..." I suddenly became more aware of the world as I found my face being held to a cloth on her shoulder and my back gently patted. 'This won't work on me... will it?' I thought just as a big belch issued from my lungs along with a bunch of milky spit up. "Eew..." I said aloud as my mouth felt kind of gross then. "It's okay baby, that's to be expected," Amanda said as she gave me a loving squeeze. "Good thing we put you in that thick diapee, huh?" she told me then. "Huh?" I asked. "She's still out of it..." "Think I should I change her here, or just wait?" "With how much she just drank she'll keep going for a while I'd guess. You may have a stinker before long too..." I felt myself bounced up and down as my eyes felt sleepy. "We'll just let her sleep it off then," Amanda said as I felt myself buckled in, a pacifier slipped in my mouth, and then nothing. NEXT THING I knew I was laying in Megan's lap with the news on TV. "Oh, so you decided to wake up, huh?" I looked at her confused but nodded. My diaper must have been changed because it felt like one of the 'thinner' Pampers again. "What happened?" I asked and spat out the pacifier that I was nursing. "Well my crazy sister exposed you to her psychotropic breast milk and then we decided to go party in the town. Before I knew it you were hanging on a chandelier daring some crazy twelve-foot tall lady to change your diaper before you shot her?" I laughed. "So it made me crazy?" "Not crazy per se, but definitely makes you zone out. Some of the littles groups have tried to make it illegal to feed littles the milk because it seems to have some side effects." "What else?" "Well eventually you sort of crave it..." She hesitated. "I've seen research that it lowers resistance to suggestions and possibly may affect control of your toilet training." "Great... So one hit and I'm an addict?" I asked. "No, probably not..." I saw it was only Megan. "What do you think I should tell her?" "You're here for four years, right?" I nodded. "That's the plan." "Honestly neither of you has the self-control to not do it again; I say just go for it. Set a limit like you did and try and stick to it the best you can." "Have you ever had that happen to you?" I asked her. She nodded. "Chloe's littles caused it one time... You'll probably do it to me too if I'm here much. I'm a sucker for cute princesses," she said as she tickled my stomach a little. I groaned with the thought. "Umm... did...?" "Did I change your diaper and discover your secret?" she asked with a smile before answering. "Yes I did." "And...?" "And... what?" "Well what do you think?" "Well it's not like you have a say in the clothes you wear silly." she told me. "My big sister is a nice girl, but she's definitely going to want to play dress up with her doll!" she tickled my stomach a little more and blew a raspberry on my neck. I squirmed quite a bit before she stopped. "You honestly want to know what I think?" she asked. "Even if I may not be unbiased?" "I think you're less biased than anyone else from the way you talk. I think you actually believe in rights for littles?" She sighed. "I do... but I'm also a realist. Stacy my advice would be to go ahead and do the procedure. With the technology at the university it's just a matter of knocking you out, injecting you with some nanites, and then you wake up with the right parts for the Stacy that was admitted into the university. I'm worried if someone discovers something extra on you that they'll use that as a pretext to dismiss your scholarship and insist you go to an etiquette school." I nodded. "Seems like something that could easily happen." The garage door opened right then and I jolted a bit at the sound. Fred came in a moment later and asked. "How's my favorite princess?" "Good," I answered tentatively. He took me out of Megan's lap and held me before giving me a quick hug. "I know you're not quite comfortable with me yet Stacy, but I promise you can trust me." I nodded. "I'm trying..." "Hi Megan," he said and gave her a hug from the side when she stood. "Where's Mommy?" he asked her as much as me. "She ran to pick up pizza, she should be back soon." 'So I was already left with a baby sitter, huh?' I thought to myself. "Great!" He felt my diaper without warning and said, "Well I guess that'll last you through din-din?" I turned red and found myself hiding in his shoulder. Somehow it was even more embarrassing that he had checked me than it was one of the girls... He just laughed. "You better get used to it sweetie, sometimes Mommy has to work and I'll be the one taking care of you." I just nodded. "Auntie Megan would you go ahead and take her back while I clean up for dinner?" He handed me back to her. "Of course," she answered with a smile. "What now?" I asked her. "Want to swing outside?" she asked me. I shrugged. "Sure?" "You don't sound too enthused..." "Well this isn't unexpected stuff, but it's not why I came here?" I suggested to her. "I get that," she told me. "You really think you can make it through the program here?" I shrugged. "I have no idea... I hope so.