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I'm assuming by now if you're reading this story you have read the previous parts. I you haven't just please be advised that this story is heavily oriented towards the ABDL community and involves being babied, diapers, bottles, etc. I give full credit to PrincessPottyPants for the DiaperDimension universe, as well as Langtab and KWOceans for writing the stories that inspired this tale. I hope you enjoy this Diaper Dimension tale! Chapter 11: DAD REACTED FIRST saying, "Oh my God!" and looking like he was trying not to laugh and horrified at the same time. Mom looked at me silently for a moment before saying, "Stacy?" I nodded. "Well you do make an adorable little girl at least..." Mom said after staring at me speechless for a long moment. I sighed. "Yeah I guess I do." Mom's eyes seemed to narrow at my image like I had just been busted for lying to her about something. "What happened to your cheeks though?" Amanda waved at them and said, "I apologize, that's a side effect of a process we thought we had in hand to make her able to stay in school here." "What did you do to our son?" Dad asked, less inclined to be blas? about the new detail. "Dad, Mom, it was something I agreed to. And she said we thought we had it in hand..." I groaned and wrung my hands for a second before continuing. "I told you in that last e-mail that my name caused problems. Both the Westerfields and Emerson believed I was a girl." "I still can't believe you and your dad convinced me to name him that..." Mom glanced angrily at Dad. "Sorry, if three generations of us had already been stuck with the name what was one more?" I sighed and said, "Look what was done eighteen years ago doesn't matter now..." They both looked skeptically at me, but I continued. "Things were dangerous when we were here last... but it was nothing compared to the way things are now. Littles are in much more peril of being adopted and turned into brainless drooling infants now..." My parents both looked more worried but I pressed on. "Because I'd been registered as a girl it would only take one person to lodge a complaint and claim I was in violation of the universities honor code and I'd lose my scholarship." I paused for a breath and shuddered. "I would probably at the least be shipped to a preschool instead... Or worst case I would be removed from Amanda and Fred's care and sent to an orphanage." Mom looked through the screen. "Is this true?" I turned and looked at Fred who nodded. "Yes it is, as soon as we realized the mistake I quietly made some inquiries and found that several littles have been shipped off for violations like this." "I knew this was a mistake Stacy..." Dad said before asking, "So just what did you do to him?" "One of the departments at our hospital is using a new technology with nanites to be able to deliver care to littles and make changes without things being quite so invasive..." I shifted uncomfortably and just came out with it. "We edited the coding heavily first, but we used the nanites to make me a girl so I can remain in school." "You what?!?" Dad asked. "I'm now a girl Dad, complete with the correct plumbing for those people who change my diapers to know I am. I told you in the e-mail we might have to do something..." "But..." he stuttered. "Is this permanent?" Mom asked. I watched Amanda in a little video monitor box at the bottom corner of the screen nod. "In theory you could inject Stacy with the nanites again, but I'm pretty sure that to do so would be really dangerous. Some of the nanites will still remain from the first batch like a set of T Cells keeping watch for invaders. It's quite likely that the two sets of nanites would battle inside of Stacy and kill her in the process." Both of my parents looked at me with horrified expressions for a long moment. Mom snapped out of it and asked. "You're okay with this Stacy?" I shrugged. "Fifty-percent of the world including you make it just fine as girls, I can do it too." "You're okay though... other than that?" she asked. I shrugged. "Other than having a different set of parts nothing else is different than I expected. We knew babying was going to come with the territory..." I pulled at my skirt nervously; "at least if I'm stuck wearing dresses I know I belong in them now." Mom looked at me before saying, "Did it do anything else?" "I insisted on editing the file myself, with some help from Stacy, so that we could avoid surprises. We used the coding as a chance to also improve her concentration, motor skills, and staying up on our longer days better. As far as we know the only thing we missed was a routine in the programming that changed the placement of fat to her face. She's got those adorable looking baby cheeks now," she squeezed one of them gently. "but other than that Stacy's fine." "Actually it should help her avoid being picked on as much sometimes too," Fred added. "as a lot of people assume she's actually our real baby." Dad looked dumbfounded and Mom just looked worried. "You're really okay Stacy?" "Mostly... I mean there's no denying that taking a step back to infancy is one of the most embarrassing things that could ever happen... but in the short time I've been able to play with even their home technology I've learned a lot. I knew this was a risk when I came here..." "But a girl?" Dad asked. I shrugged. "It's not like I was having wild sex every night anyway Dad." "You'd better not have been..." he told me with a stern look. "How complete...?" Mom asked, semi-changing the subject. Fred fielded the question. "She's not going to have periods for now as her body is behaving as a pre-pubescent girl about age four hormonally," he paused and added. "but if she is given a large dose of estrogen she will begin developing breasts and menstruating as a normal girl her age would. I can give her that before she leaves." "So she can get pregnant?" Dad asked nervously. "Yes," Fred said, "well... at least once she receives the shot and enters puberty." "You're okay with that?" Dad asked incredulously as he glared through the screen at me. I shrugged. "It beats one of the other options where I wouldn't have been able to have kids. As drastic as this was I still have options." As I stood there I couldn't help but feel like I really needed to pee and ended up just letting go. Mom stared at me and asked. "Did you just...?" I grimaced. "I agreed to it." "Yes you did..." she said. I turned to Amanda and Fred. "Would you be able to use those headphones like you offered?" They nodded and Fred said, "Actually I'm going to go walk down the hallway, Amanda is more than enough here to meet the guidelines of watching you." He looked down at his watch and added to me. "You have about thirty minutes and then our time is up..." "Thanks," I told him. Amanda meanwhile turned a chair around away from the screen and put some headphones on. I could hear the music coming out of them by the time Fred turned to leave. "Can you hear me Amanda?" I asked. With no reaction I turned back to my parents. "I really am fine." "No you're not," Mom told me. "You are exhibiting Stockholm Syndrome or something. How in the world could you have willingly agreed to mutilate your body?" "I didn't mutilate it," I told her. "I look like a normal girl," I told her. "A normal baby girl maybe..." she told me before sighing. "That dress is adorable though..." I blushed. "I didn't pick it out..." "I kind of figured that..." Mom said before sighing. "So are you doing anything else besides peeing and pooing your diapees?" I blushed some more, but nodded. "I've been studying for that test that I have to take next week -the CAREs exam." "What is that one?" Dad asked. I proceeded to tell him about it and he said, "That doesn't sound so bad, you do great on tests!" I shook my head. "The test portion isn't, but it's a six-hour test that you're not allowed to leave until you complete it or the time runs out." "Bathroom breaks?" Mom asked. "Not as necessary with a diaper... but if you poop it you're done." "And if you fail?" Dad asked. "Then it assigns you to the level of education you should be in..." "Meaning?" Mom asked nervously. "Meaning if it had been the practice test I took earlier today I would have been in big trouble. When I had a messy accident Amanda had me stop to see what the results would be. I would have been sent back to preschool for maturity even though my scores on everything else were almost perfect." Mom looked at me and I could see tears in her eyes. "Stacy why don't you just come home? I bet we can still get you into a state school here this year..." I shook my head. "I know this is crazy Mom, but I don't want to give up!" Both of my parents stared at me worriedly for a moment before Mom said, "Can you get Amanda's attention?" I nodded and walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. She looked at me and I mimed taking the headphones off. She did so and looked at my parents. "You're done talking with them?" "They want to talk to you," I told her as she looked at them. "Something wrong?" she asked hesitantly. I guessed she probably was wondering what I had told them if she had been honestly not listening to our conversation. "I'm a worried mother," Mom told her. "If Stacy fails this test, will you be able to send her back home?" 'Huh?' I wondered for a moment. 'Wasn't one of the provisions...?' I looked at Amanda and she said, "I would try... but if she ends up with that restriction they may not allow me to send her back through. My husband and I are trying to be very careful so we can't be accused of neglect..." Mom nodded. "Please help him... er... her pass the test. I really do want my baby back home." she looked at my questioning glance and said, "Figuratively of course. I don't really want to change diapers again. I think you're nuts to actually have a desire to do that one... I was so excited to have him finally potty trained the first time!" Amanda laughed. "Changing her diapers is kind of fun actually... Besides she's a good girl and doesn't fight me with it like I worried she would." With that Mom looked at me and said, "Look Stacy you decided to go to this world and be her baby girl, you better behave or she has our permission to punish you..." I felt my face redden. "I'll be good without that threat Mom." "I hope so," Dad said. "You realize you have absolutely no room for error, right? All it takes is one mistake!" He shuddered. "I was so glad to make it home with my body intact from that crazy world... I just can't believe you'd be okay with all of that... and willingly go back." I felt like his words were semi-accusing as a timer on the screen warned of three minutes remaining. My parents had seen theirs too and Mom said, "Look Stacy I love you very much." "Love you too Mom, Dad," I told them. Tears were in my eyes now. "Amanda, could we do this again in two weeks?" Dad asked. I looked to her and she nodded. "I don't think that will be a problem." "Thanks, talk to you then," Dad said. "I love you Stacy," Mom and Dad said almost as one. "I love you both too!" I said, and then the connection cut off. Amanda let me sit with my tears for a moment before gathering me up and saying, "Let's go change that wet diapee and go get din-din." I leaned against her and enjoyed the calming feeling of her arms around me. Outside Fred waited with the diaper bag over his shoulder and they walked down the corridor to the desk and checked out. "Do you need anything else?" The lady asked us. "We need a reservation for two weeks from now," Amanda told her. The lady looked suspiciously at her. "Why such regular calls?" "We're working on getting our little girl some playmates," Amanda said as I stiffened. The lady giggled. "Now isn't that a smart way to do it! With everything locked down so much with the free littles I think the last chance for many of us is the dimensional visitors. Unfortunately by the time I see them at this desk they're already claimed!" Amanda squeezed me slightly. "It does take some work..." She kissed my head and said, "So two weeks from now?" "Yes ma'am, you're all booked Mr. and Mrs. Westerfield." "Thanks," she said before asking, "Where's your nearest bathroom or changing room? Our princess here needs a change." "Down the hall to the right is a bathroom, there are also some changing tables outside if you want. It's not like they need any privacy for their cute little parts anyway..." "Thanks," Amanda said and they walked down the direction she was given before Fred handed her the bag. "Let's go inside," she whispered to me. Even as she did so though I saw two littles being changed on the tables outside. One was kicking and screaming. "I'm not a baby! You can't do this to me!!!!!!" On the other table a naked woman had her foot improbably in her mouth sucking on her toe as an Amazon woman wiped her disgusting poopy bottom. The sight made me shiver as the door closed them from view. "It's okay Stacy," she told me as she gave me a quick hug. "That was just a way to make it seem okay for us to be calling..." There was a convenient hook for diaper bags next to a fold down changing table that she pulled down and made a face at. I looked and saw remains of poop all over the table. "That's gross," I said aloud. "Yes it is... I think I'll just change you in the car..." Given the only other option was in full view of the rest of the airport I nodded. She picked up the bag and we left the room as quickly as we had entered. We walked right past the man who was now in tears and being dressed in a onesie with a large pacifier had been stuffed in his mouth, effectively muting him. I could tell it was one of those locking ones and felt terrible for the poor guy. The little girl was being hoisted on her 'mommy's' hip and waved at me. For my part I waved back... Thankfully Amanda and Fred were able to walk back to the car quickly and Amanda popped the back open. "Daddy can you hold your princess for a moment?" she asked him as she handed to me. "Sure," he said and gave me a quick squeeze. "I thought you were changing someone's wet diapee?" He asked. "The changing table in the bathroom was a mess... I wanted to throw up from it - there was no way I was putting my baby on it!" she said assertively. "I could have taken her into the men's?" He suggested. She paused and I could tell she hadn't even thought about it. "Why didn't I think of that? Well I guess I'll have to remember Daddy isn't helpless, huh?" she asked as she turned back to me and I could see she'd laid out a soft changing pad on the back cargo area of the SUV. She laid me down on it and proceeded to pull down the diaper cover before I realized I might as well have been getting changed in the airport with as many people were passing our car. Just as she undid the tapes I saw the lady and the little girl from earlier walk by and get a full view of my naked bottom. I blushed and turned my head to the side to try to pretend no one was looking at me. For her part Amanda was thorough, but quick with the diaper change. She used a couple of wipes to quickly clean me, put a new diaper on me, and then sat me up without the diaper cover. "What about my panties?" I asked her embarrassed. "Your diaper cover got a bit wet sweetie," she put it to the side as she picked me up. "I should have changed you a little earlier." "Oh," I said as she held me and I knew my diaper pronounced my status to the entire world with or without the cover. "It's okay sweetie, you're just a baby!" she hugged me and whispered. "You look more normal in a diaper than you would ever look in panties. People will just smile at you like this and move on. In panties you would really draw way more attention to yourself." She put me inside the harness of my car seat and handed me my teddy bear from somewhere. "Here's your bear Princess." I hugged Elena tightly and listened as the door stayed open and she talked to Fred. "What about going to Elevated tonight?" "I guess that works. Don't they have a pretty strict policy though?" "She'll be fine. It's some of the best food around either way, meet us there?" I heard Amanda say as she closed my door. When she got in the door I asked. "What's their strict policy?" "Well... little's have to eat umm... differently." "Like?" "Like you probably won't like the looks of it, but it'll taste good?" she suggested before pausing and adding. "If you're a good girl there I'll let you have another of your special morning babas each day of the week the rest of the week?" My caffeine addiction overrode my common sense, but I did ask. "It's going to be that bad?" She stiffened from what I could see of her in the mirror. "For you maybe, but for Mommy and Daddy it's one of our favorite places to eat? You might even be okay with it?" "Two weeks," I told her. She was at a stop sign and turned to look at me through the mirrors. "Deal." "Somehow I feel like I didn't negotiate hard enough..." I muttered. I squeezed Elena tightly and sat as we continued down the road with the green light. It must have been about a fifteen-minute drive before she pulled into a parking space and came to the door to get me. Fred was right there to grab the diaper bag. I had been about to leave Elena in the car when she said, "Bring your bear with you." "Okay," I told her. "Did you name her yet?" I looked up at her and squeezed my bear tighter. "Elena," I told her. "What a pretty name for your bear," she told me with a squeeze as we walked inside. I looked around the upscale restaurant and noted the name, '3lev4t3d' used leet speak for some reason. 'Was Elevated already taken? Or does the 343 have some significance?' I wondered to myself. A man dressed in an expensive suit stood as the Ma?tre'D. "How many tonight?" "Two plus our little girl here," Fred said. "Please follow me," he said a moment later after fiddling on a computer screen. We were led to a small table with booth benches on either side. I watched as a waitress appeared from the side and placed a very nice looking wooden high chair next to the table. Amanda placed my feet in the appropriate holes and cinched the waist strap down before placing a bib on me. I was still holding onto Elena then when Amanda gently pulled her from my grasp and sat her next to my diaper bag. "She's able to behave properly?" the waitress asked nervously while glancing at me. "Yes, she's not going to be a disturbance to other guests," Fred said to her. "Very good sir and ma'am," the lady said and I watched as a basket of bread was placed on the table far out of my reach. Amanda and Fred both munched on pieces in front of me and I couldn't help but have my stomach grumble and feel this was unfair. Iced teas were brought for them upon their request, but I remained ignored still other than an occasional pet on the head from Amanda. "Have you decided?" a waiter appeared and asked about ten minutes later. "Yes, I'll have the Veal Parmesan," Amanda said. "And I'll have your New York Steak," Fred said. "How would you like that cooked?" "Medium rare please," he told him. "And which meal would you like your little girl to share?" "She'll have the Veal with me," Amanda said. "Very good ma'am." I sat there squirming a bit and thought about begging for a piece of bread or something but thought better of it. Something about her warning before... and something else just left a niggling in my brain that made me worry. I looked around and noticed there were only two other babies or littles present. One seemed to be an actual baby though, and the other might have been a little. Both seemed to be getting fed from a bowl next to their mothers. As I continued to look around Amanda presented a bottle to me and said, "Here, let this take a little bit off of that grumbling stomach." I looked at the bottle and knew instantly it was breast milk and began nursing it. It wasn't as good as straight from the source, but it was still pretty tasty so I nursed at it without a word. I wondered about the rest of dinner while I sucked at the bottle, something about the restaurant just seemed 'off.' About the time I had finished my bottle they turned up with two delicious looking plates for Fred and Amanda. Fred's steak was one of the tastiest looking meats I had ever seen cooked. It was also the largest piece of steak I'd ever seen on a plate! I believed I had seen prime rib roasts smaller than the steak on his plate was... It came with a baked potato and my mouth watered at the sight of it. I looked at Amanda's plate and saw a nice looking plate of veal parmesan with a pasta covered in a red meat sauce that would make any Italian restaurant proud. Then I noticed the bowl. Inside the bowl looked to be a red pasty mush with little bits of white sticking out. There was a little bit of a liquid consistency to it, but mostly it looked like something that had been put through a blender... or was on the bottom of the little I had just seen. My stomach turned as I now understood what she meant about the meal. A baby spoon was pulled out of the diaper bag and she asked. "Ready to give your din-din a try?" I made a face and she whispered. "It's exactly what I have, it's just been pureed." My glare seemed to not affect her as she gathered a spoonful up and said, "Open up for the train Princess." I debated about not doing so, but I remembered that this mush would be worth two weeks of coffee... 'Was it worth that?' I thought to myself. Amanda gave me a look that can only be given by a mommy... so I opened my mouth and she smiled at me. "Good girl!" As the mush landed on my tongue I had a flashback to the little bit of the disgusting stuff I'd tried from Elena's meal back home and nearly gagged, but fortunately this only had the texture in common. The truth was that if you could get past the mushiness of the bite the flavor was fantastic! I didn't have anything to chew so I just kind of swirled it around my mouth for a moment and swallowed. "Is that good?" she asked me in a singsong voice. I shrugged and nodded. "It's weird," I said quietly. Somehow the restaurant felt like a place that didn't want littles speaking whatsoever. "The chef here is one of the best in our region... He believes littles should be fed well... but just that they can't be trusted not to choke on their food whole," she told me as she spooned another mouthful of the mush into my mouth. The texture clashed with the taste so much I just forced myself to pretend I had chewed it to that consistency myself. One bite at a time I was given the goop from the bowl until Amanda said, "What a good baby girl, you ate it all!" I glared at her because I swore the bowl was bigger before. I was still hungry and felt my stomach grumble in complaint. Just as I was about to say something though the waiter came back and asked. "Was the meal to everyone's satisfaction?" I looked longingly at the eighth of a huge piece of veal that still lay on her plate. "Yes it was thank you." Amanda said before asking, "This is our first time here with our little, is it alright if I nurse her here?" The man laughed. "Of course it's okay. It's the natural order of things, and we wouldn't expect anything less here!" "Thanks," Amanda said somewhat red. "Would you care for dessert while you provide dessert for your daughter?" I squirmed in my own embarrassment now. "Please, I'll have the chocolate dessert you have listed here," Amanda said. "I'll take the slice of cheesecake," Fred said from the other side. "Right away! Would you like me to box the rest of that for you?" He asked Amanda looking at the same leftovers I wanted. "Or I can puree it and put it in a jar for your daughter to have for another meal? "Just box it please," she said, "it'd make a nice snack later after I put her to bed." The man took the plate with him back to the back. As soon as he had the plate clear Amanda unsnapped the buckle at my waist and picked me up. "I know you're still hungry sweetie, nurse from me and I'll let you have the rest of the leftovers at home later." I looked up at her and said, "Thanks." She presented me with the fleshy orb and my mind went to a halt while my mouth did all the thinking I was capable of at that moment. My hunger at least seemed to take a back seat after her first breast had given all it had. I was zoned out from the milk as she burped me and placed me at her other breast. As I nursed she must have received her dessert because other than an occasional pet of my hair or pat to my back her right arm seemed to be on the table. "You have one of the best behaved littles I have ever seen come in here," a deep mans voice different from the waiter sounded in my ear. "She is a good girl," Amanda agreed. "How did she like her meal?" "I think she liked the taste of it... but honestly I don't normally puree her meals or feed her baby food - so I think the texture was a battle for her." "She normally eats solids? Are you sure that's wise?" I kept nursing at her breast trying to contain my embarrassment. I felt Amanda nod. "We know she needs some care, but we see no reason to rub it in her face by pretending she isn't a little bit of an adult. Normally I wouldn't bring her here and subject her to that, but I knew that you would be pureeing the same thing I was eating... I knew it wouldn't be the disgusting jarred food at least." "You have some interesting views Madame," the voice said, "But I can't deny you have a beautiful and well behaved little there. Next time you are here let them know I said she could have the preschool version of the meal." "Umm... thanks," Amanda said. "Anytime, I hope to see you dine with us again." Her breast ran out just then and I kept nursing for a moment. She broke my suction and placed me to her shoulder, saying, "He's gone Princess." I let out a burp then as she burped me and she added. "You seem to have made an impression somehow though..." She placed a pacifier in my mouth and then settled me back into the crook for her arm as she reached for another bite of her dessert. "That's all I can eat I think Fred, you ready to go?" "Sure sweetheart, see you at home?" Amanda stood up and moved me to a position against her shoulder where I could just see behind her. A new little and his family had been seated and had just received their food. "Matty you need to eat your din-din," the woman said to him. "No I'm not eating that disgusting ass..." I just spotted the little being ripped from the highchair, and his diaper was removed to bare his naked butt to the entire world. I heard the first smacks of a painfl spanking as we cleared the dining area. 'This place is crazy...' Back at the car I was feeling sleepy from the breast milk as Amanda checked my diaper. "Hmm... better change you now..." she said before repeating the process of opening my diaper up in a parking lot along a crowded street. It caused my face to turn red knowing that any stranger who passed by was getting a free view of my new parts that I had barely seen. She didn't waste time changing me into one of my thicker diapers. "There, all dry!" she told me and I just kept nursing the pacifier as she lay me in the carrier, moved my arms into the harness, and decided to take a nap on the way home. BACK HOME I woke as Amanda had just pulled into the garage. I stretched in the seat as much as I could and waited for her to come get me. "Oh so you are awake?" she asked as she opened the door. I nodded. "I don't seem to be falling in quite as deep of a sleep from your milk every time now." "You hungry now?" she asked me. I shook my head. "I do want to try that meal in a non-pureed form, but I'm pretty full right now." "Just let me know later if you get hungry and we'll heat that up for you," she said as she carried me into the kitchen and then set me down on the ground. "Thanks," I told her looking up at her face seemingly way above me. "So..." "So what?" I asked. "Want to see if Mommy made the right adapter for the TV to play your video games?" she asked just as Fred came in. He laughed. "I really am going to have to watch you two, you're going to feed off of each other!" "You're just jealous!" Amanda said. "Of what?" "She likes video games and not boring things like football..." "What?" I asked. "I like football too..." She looked at me and stuck her tongue out at me. "Traitor," she muttered and suddenly picked me up. She tickled me mercilessly for a moment before letting up. "So video games?" I nodded. "Okay." She sat me down on the couch and went upstairs to her work area before returning with the two consoles in the bags I had brought them in. "Which one should we try first?" she asked me. "What kind of games do you like?" "Shooters?" she asked hesitantly. "So you're okay with me playing them?" I asked hopefully. "I won't tell your Granny if you won't?" she suggested with a smile. I laughed. "Okay, get it hooked up and I'll get the game going." I was kind of trapped on the couch with the floor looking a long ways down. 'Real babies manage to climb and jump just fine!' I reminded myself at the drop and crawled to the edge and took a leap down. It was almost scary how long I felt like I was in the air on the way down but I landed safely with an 'oof.' "Stacy!" Amanda looked at me. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. "I'm fine, real babies get around just fine when they're this size," I told her. "Not really, when they're your size they can usually barely sit up..." "Are we going to play or not?" I asked her as I dug through the consoles bag I brought and found the case of games I brought with me. She shook her head. "I must be crazy..." It was then that I noticed we might have a problem though as the controllers seemed just a smidge larger than back home for my hands, but positively tiny for hers. "Umm... we might have a problem," I said as I held up the controller. "Nope!" she said as she held up her own controller that looked identical but sized for her hands. "I made one for myself so no excuses for your butt getting whupped on the game." I looked at her like she had grown another head... "Are...?" I started to ask but shook my head and said, "Okay, put this in the disc tray and we should be good to go." I looked at the patch of wires and the adapter she had assembled and it looked like something that could have been purchased at the store. The same was true of her controller as she sat next to me and mine and hers connected to the console wirelessly. "How did you make those?" "I have a printer upstairs that can make just about anything if I give it the plans to do so. From the plastic all the way down to circuits," she told me. "Cool!" I said. She gave me a sideways squeeze and kissed my head. "So what's this game?" In the end I had settled on the latest Call of Duty game that had come out just before I had packed. I hadn't played much, but it was similar enough to all of the past titles that the little I had played I felt confident I could beat the newbie. We settled on a team match at first and I was more than slightly surprised how confidently she played. In the end I won over her in points, but not by as much as I should have. "Okay you two, Daddy thinks it's time for Stacy to have her bath and Mommy needs to go night-night." I heard as we had finished another round. "Huh?" Amanda asked at the same time as me. "Oh boy... you two are going to have to have some limits set, you're both way too alike," he muttered. I looked at the clock and said, "Oh, we've been playing that long?" Amanda stiffened. "Oops... Sorry honey," she told him with a smile as she held her hand out for my controller and placed both of ours on top of the TV before powering down the PlayStation. She gathered me up and said, "Good thing you have a thick diapee on! I guess I probably need to go myself before I need those!" she giggled as she tickled my feet and carried me upstairs to the bathroom. Amanda set me down on the floor and pulled the skirt of her dress up and then removed it all the way leaving only her underwear on. I watched morbidly as she pulled her panties down and sat down on the toilet and felt jealousy over being able to do so. She didn't take long to begin sending urine into the toilet bowl and I had to wonder if she wasn't joking about nearly having an accident of her own! "Ahhh," she said contentedly. I watched her wipe, flush, then wash her hands before she turned her attention to the bath tub. She turned the nobs and added some bubble bath before turning to me and saying, "Turn around for Mommy." I did as she asked and she undid the buttons that held the back of my dress closed and untied the ribbon at the back as well. I felt her fiddle with my hair for a moment before she used her fingers to get the braids completely loose. While I was still standing she reached and undid the tapes of my diaper leaving me now naked. With a quick grab under my arms she sat me in the tub that was already filling. I noticed that it was fuller than it had been the last time. I watched as Amanda undid her bra and froze as she climbed in the tub with me. She sat down with her back to the wall of the tub and I found myself picked up and sat down on her legs that stretched out now. "Mommy wants to take a bath with you," she told me with a smile and a touch of my nose. I was kind of dumbfounded at this point, and couldn't help but have my eyes drawn to look at her body. A couple days before I was pretty sure that I would have been aroused at this sight, but now I just looked at an adult body and wished I wasn't as small as I was. She really was pretty I decided. Before I could really see anything through the bubbles though she began washing me from top to bottom. Especially my bottom found itself getting plenty of attention, as she seemed determined to have a clean baby... She washed my hair gently and I sat with my hair dripping as she began soaping up her own body and washing herself. I contented myself with playing with some bath crayons on the side of the tub when she began to go lower on her body. It didn't mean as much when I had the same parts... When she was done she hugged me to her body and said, "I'm so glad you came here..." "Thanks... I think," I told her with a smile. She laughed and squeezed me before turning me in her arms to present me with her breast. "Three times a day, huh?" I asked. "Please?" she asked. I sighed. "I'm going to get fat..." With that though I turned my head and latched on to nurse. A few moments later I felt my bladder lose control and knew I had to have just peed on her. As if to confirm that I heard Fred's laugh. I squirmed a bit but she held me there saying, "It's just a little pee, Mommy doesn't mind," she said. I shrugged and kept nursing hoping that a little pee wouldn't become something else... at least for her sake. As I finished I was in that drunken state as she washed herself and me off one more time and carried me down the hallway to the nursery. I was barely aware of my surroundings as I was diapered and placed in another nightgown. Sometime between the change and the crib I found myself asleep. Chapter 12: THE NEXT MORNING I found myself on the changing table, Amanda was stripping me of a wet diaper. "So you decided to join us, huh?" she asked me as my eyes fluttered open and I wiped the sleet from my eyes while trying not to panic. "What time is it?" I asked as I yawned. "Eight, you slept really good last night!" she told me with a smile before she grabbed my ankles and I felt my bottom awkwardly held in the air as she pushed my knees towards my face. A cold baby wipe traversed my bottom and I was sat on a new diaper that I could instantly tell without looking was one of the princess ones. I sighed. "What are we doing today?" I asked. "Well we'll get breakfast in that tummy of yours first, and then we're going to go take back the rest of the clothes that don't fit on that teeny tiny body of yours... Maybe we'll go find some other pretty outfits too while we're at it." I groaned. "More shopping?" "What's wrong with shopping?" she asked me as she dressed me in a romper that barely had parts to call legs it was so short. "Besides seeing all of the constant hideous torture that other littles endure every time I turn around?" She froze with one hand on my leg and another snapping the crotch of the romper up. "What do you mean?" I sighed. "It's like seeing a living nightmare most of the time, you know?" she looked at me. "You've been great and while I spend most of the time truly embarrassed... when you treat me the way you do, you at least still treat me like a human. Some of those poor people..." I shuddered. "I mean the things your sister alone seems to like doing?" She gathered me in her arms kissed my forehead, and hugged me. "I hope you realize how lucky you got that we were being honest with you?" I nodded. "I do." "Come on, let's get some shoes on those feet and we'll get you downstairs to your latte." I grinned at that. "Thanks." I was sat in the now familiar high chair, bibbed, and the bottle of hope was sat on the tray in front of me. I quickly nursed about half of it down before paying attention to the bowl of baby cereal she held on a spoon in front of my mouth. I groaned but had a hard time complaining when she was at least acceding to my need for coffee! I took about five bites before guzzling some of the bottle to wash the taste down, and repeated until the bottle was empty but a little bit remained in the bowl. "Almost done," she told me as she spooned some of the last of the paste in my mouth. I sighed. "You do realize this stuff tastes terrible, right?" "You got your bottle of latte, right?" she asked with the spoon raised next to my mouth. I nodded nervously. "Then don't whine and open up." I sighed and finished the last four spoons of the gray mush and craved anything to wash it down. She seemed to understand because she unbuckled me and promptly presented me with her flesh. I just latched on without saying anything and nursed. The mush had left me feeling mostly still hungry for something good to eat, but between the latte bottle and the mush I slowed before I finished her first breast. She sighed. "You're going to make me go pump, huh?" I looked guiltily up at her briefly before she placed me to her shoulder to burp me, felt my dry diaper, and sat me down in my walker. "Be a good girl while Mommy finishes," she told me. She walked over to the kitchen table again and I watched semi-curiously as she pulled out an electric pump and settled it over her breast. I did feel a little bad she had to do that - it looked uncomfortable. I turned my attention away and looked outside as best I could to see if I could see what was making the motor noise. Through the tall windows I could just make out Fred seeming to move about on a riding lawn mower in the front yard. I pushed my feet and the walker along towards the coffee table and could see one of the study guides there. The walker made it really tough to find a way to grab it though as it kept the table out of my reach. She had placed the toys back on the walker and those gave me an idea. Since I knew they popped out I tried to see if I could get one loose to extend my reach. I tilted a couple of them and they made noise and wondered if Amanda would now be watching me. I looked over to her though and she seemed intent on switching out a full bag of milk from the pump. Since I had only seen her pump her one breast, I silently wondered again just how much each breast gave me when I nursed! Turning my attention back to the walker toys I was finally able to pull out one loose that was essentially a long bead bar. It gave me just enough reach that I was able to pull at the book. 'The walker is short enough maybe I can wedge it under the table...' I thought to myself. I pushed it more towards the table and sure enough it slid under. I used the bar to reach and successfully pulled the book onto my lap! "What are you doing?!?" I heard Amanda asked in a panicked voice next to me. "Getting my book?" I responded to her and saw how worried her face looked. "You could hurt yourself!" she told me. "I'm fine," I told her... She pushed the table off the walker and the walker further away. "Don't do that again! The table might have collapsed the walker..." I thought about it for a second and thought it unlikely but not impossible. "Sorry... I figured it was sturdier than that." She sighed. "I'm going to finish pumping - you behave!" "Yes Mommy..." I said in a small, contrite voice. She turned and walked away and I resumed my original plan and opened the book up. I decided to skip the sections I had tested well on and went straight to the 'Basic Reasoning' section that had been my downfall yesterday. It was essentially an IQ test from what I could gather and forced you to find patterns in letters and shapes that varied from easy to ridiculous. I knew I was above average for intelligence, but some of this stuff felt tough to me. I had just made it through a couple of tougher examples when my belly made a rumble and I had to groan. I could barely touch the floor with my feet in this thing I had a feeling this would be worse than normal. I was pretty sure there wasn't going to be an opportunity to get out of it though before my body had to do something. Sure enough a cramp hit and I tried to pinch off my sphincter, but instead I just felt liquidy mush enter my diaper. I groaned and just forced it all out. I sat there in a daze in the messy diaper. The smell began wafting to my nose, but more importantly the stickiness of it was squished to my skin by the seat of the walker. I looked up to Amanda who was still pumping and she took note of my face. "Did you make a big poopie for Mommy?" I felt tears rolling down my eyes from embarrassment but nodded. "Just give me a few more minutes here sweetie and I'll get you all nice and clean." I wanted to complain about it but instead just rolled a few steps closer to her before thinking better of it. Every time I shifted my weight on the ground from one foot to the other to propel myself it just squished more. I felt gross as it seemed to make its way into my new parts too and the light tears down my face began streaming down. "Oh it's okay baby," Amanda said looking at me. She looked down at the pump and switched it off, sealed the bag of milk, and cleaned up the contraption in the sink. Finally ten minutes later according to the clock she came over to me and lifted me out of the walker. "Let's go get my poopy princess all cleaned up," she soothed. She did her best to reassure me. "It's okay baby," and seemed to not accept how awful the situation was until we were upstairs and reality hit her. The moment she opened up the diaper I could see her face grimace, letting me know that even she was a little bit daunted by the mess within it. I counted as she used more wipes than she had before. "Good thing I put you in one of your princess diapers Stacy, otherwise I think it would have ruined your pretty romper!" "It's disgusting..." I told her as she snapped the romper closed. "You..." "Knew what I was getting into... yeah..." I said along. "Can you please not put me in anything that's going to squish my poop in the mornings though?" She looked thoughtful but nodded. "It is way easier to clean you up if you're not playing in your poopy diapee." "I wasn't..." I started to say but was interrupted by the pacifier placed in my mouth. "Now stop being a grouchy guts and let's go have a fun mommy daughter shopping day!" I said nothing but just nursed the pacifier as she gathered up the usual stuff to take a baby out... 'At least she's nice about it...' I reminded myself. After a quick ride in my car seat we arrived at the first baby store we had been to the day that I arrived. She carried me to a cart, strapped me in, placed a blanket behind me like her mother had, and then walked back to the car with it. I watched as she pulled out four boxes of diapers that were too big of a size, a huge pile of outfits, and a pack of the huge bottles that apparently hadn't been opened. The doors of the store opened and an attendant waited by it. "Returns?" The brown-haired in-betweener asked. "Yes," Amanda answered. "Go over to customer service there," she instructed us. "Thanks," Amanda said and pushed the cart to a line several people long. I looked down behind me as much as I could and saw one little with a monkey shaped child harness on him so he couldn't run away. He only wore a shirt and the harness so I could see he was definitely in need of a change. The little looked up at me and seemed to concentrate for a moment on me. I waved at him and he looked shocked before waving back at me. His 'mommy' turned and faced us. "Oh my god, she is so adorable!" "Thanks," Amanda said. "So is yours," she added politely. "Not like your little girl... hmm... maybe that's what we should do..." I gulped as a look came in her eyes and she looked at her little. He opened his mouth in a smile and I had knots in my stomach twist as I realized all of his teeth had been removed. She picked him up and said, "Can you say hi to the baby girl?" He waved and I think tried to say hi, but something was wrong and I could see the look of frustration on his face. I watched as he put his head on her shoulder as hard as he could and a fist fly. A quick swat to his bottom was apparently all she felt necessary to remind him not to do that. "Don't do that baby boy, I'm not in the mood..." He whimpered and she told Amanda, "You know her smile is really cute, but take those teeth out and I guarantee it's a lot easier on you." "Umm... thanks for the advice," Amanda said as thankfully the crazy lady was next and taken up at the register. She sat her little down on the counter and I mouthed, 'Sorry' to him. He smiled at me before plunking his thumb in his mouth. I felt Amanda kiss the top of my head. "Don't worry, no matter how much bad parenting advice I get I'm not going to do any of that." "Thank you," I told her quietly. "Next!" A shrill voice called and Amanda pushed us forward a little ways down the counter from where the boy sat. I looked at a lady that looked disheveled and generally like an angry woman no one wanted to piss off. "What can I do for you?" she asked Amanda as we approached. "Well I planned for adopting a little girl... just not one as little as she ended up being," Amanda said with a smile. The lady paused for a moment and her angry demeanor changed. "Oh I see what you mean, she's adorable though! Did you catch her trying to play grownup?" she said the last part to me in as demeaning of a baby voice as I could imagine. "Something like that," Amanda agreed. "I'm surprised no one caught her right at her high school graduation..." the lady said, "Anyway, I'm guessing you want to return these items, do you have a receipt?" I sat there as they then talked without involving me at all. Amanda had receipts for most everything but a couple items. "If you want you can just exchange those diapees for the right size?" she suggested. "Sure, it's not like they'll go to waste!" Amanda said with a smile and tickled my side. I was growing kind of impatient with all of this and remembered her first warning. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor I stuck my thumb in my mouth to keep myself from saying something I shouldn't. Apparently that must have been the right thing to do because it earned me a small hug. "How long have you had her?" "About a week now..." "What did you do to get her to take to her thumb so willingly?" she asked as we waited for another employee to grab the right size of diapers to swap them out. "Hypnosis? Just spanking her?" I sensed Amanda growing kind of annoyed too as she told her the truth. "Honestly I told her the first time we went into a store that if she felt like she couldn't keep herself from saying something we'd regret to put her thumb in her mouth. I told her if I sensed it coming I'd put her paci in her mouth..." she smiled at me. "Want your paci?" I nodded and accepted the pacifier without saying anything. "Well if you want to keep it a secret I understand. The method if you patent it is probably worth a fortune!" she said as a tall guy made it up there somehow balancing all four new boxes in his arms. "So with the diapers exchanged... the rest means we'll put three-hundred-and-forty back on your card?" "Please," Amanda said and quickly signed the receipt to accept it back to the account. She pushed me and the diapers back out to the car and gave me a solid hug. "Sorry sweetie..." "This is what I meant... I have a little bit of a reason to hate shopping, right?" Amanda gave me a small smile. "I guess a little one." she popped me out of the cart and into the car seat saying, "Let's go hit the next store." I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. "How many more?" "Two more," she told me. I sighed but didn't say anything. Our next two stops were the ValuMart where she returned two dozen outfits, and then finally another baby store that looked like a boutique store... and much higher on the income scale. "Here let me have your paci, you shouldn't need it in here," she told me as she pulled it from my mouth. I'd forgotten I was nursing it. 'Who would have thought that those were so relaxing?' She picked me up and settled me on her right hip while carrying four dresses in her other hand wrapped in plastic. "Welcome to Fershings," a nice lady behind a counter said as we walked in. Her attention was on something at the counter, so she didn't look up at us. Where as the other stores I'd been in for babies and littles had been practically huge warehouses, this one was small and quaint. Cloth diapers, clothing, and other more obscure baby gear seemed to be their market, and only for real babies? "Hi Mrs. Fershing," Amanda said as she walked up to the counter. "I'm here to return some dresses that were too big for my princess here." "Amanda! In twice in a month to see me? What's the occasion?!?" Amanda patted my head and sat me on my feet on the counter. I felt a little guilty about putting my feet there before remembering the shoes had probably touched the pavement twice at the most... "My land you're tiny, how old are you?" the lady asked me directly to my surprise. "Eighteen," I told her. The lady looked up at Amanda and then looked back at me. "And you went willingly with her?" She paused. "I won't support idiot Amazons kidnapping littles without consent in this store..." I laughed. "You can say that... it's actually more of a contract," I told her. Something about this lady made me think that she wasn't your average Amazon wanting to baby everyone in sight. The store itself seemed made for babies and not for littles - not a single punishment device or abusive toy lay in sight anywhere. She raised her eyebrows. "Well Amanda it sounds like you have a story here." "We do..." She looked hesitant about telling it. "Can we trust her?" I asked Amanda before she said more. Mrs. Fershing seemed a little taken aback but laughed. "Now this is the kind of little I can believe you would end up with Amanda." "Yes you can trust her, I've known her for most of my life... and she generally hates any Amazon that takes a little." I looked up at her and saw the sincerity in her eyes before looking back at Mrs. Fershing. "I'm from the other dimension, I came here to attend college. I'm sort of boarding with the Westerfields." "Boarding? In a diaper?" she asked. "Willingly?" she pressed. I sighed. "It's kind of dangerous for a little not to be diapered now..." I looked at her and she cringed but nodded. "and in order to make things the safest they can be for me as a student I decided I'd be better off not in the dorms. Amanda and her husband agreed to take me in and help me... her only request was that I let her indulge her maternal instincts." She looked at me before looking at Amanda. "If I'd known you were buying those dresses for a little... let alone your own little..." "You wouldn't have sold them to me..." she finished for her. "But now that you know what's going on?" She sighed. "You are a cute one." The woman looked me over and shrugged. "You wouldn't survive five minutes on your own without someone finding a way to say you needed this. Better it should be Mandy that's taking care of you than them. You are letting her go to school still?" she said to her. "Yes ma'am, just waiting for her to take that stupid CARE exam next week before we can pick up her schedule." "That infernal exam... you have a plan for it?" she scowled and asked us. "We do," Amanda said, "Fred is going to bring some things from work to help out..." She nodded. "Unfortunately I think it'll take that to beat that. I think I heard from someone in the CAMOL group that only like twenty to thirty percent of the testers that manage to finish that stupid thing. The only good thing is if you can make it through without a shitty diaper you should be good." I looked at her in shock for her bluntness for a moment but nodded in agreement. "So those dresses are definitely way too big, you want to exchange them?" she asked Amanda. "Yes please. Sadly she's only in the three month sizes and it's not like she'll grow into these." "Nope, I don't think she'll be doing that," the lady said with a tight smirk. "Okay then, you said three months?" I was picked up by this strange woman and sat on the ground next to her. "Come along young lady and we'll see if we can find you some pretty dresses..." For the next hour I was changed into dress after dress after dress. Eventually ten of them hung from a small hanging rack next to the register. "You better change that diaper before she gets a rash," Amanda was told. Amanda laughed. "Yes ma'am, we'll pay when we get back." "Here, put her in this dress when you get done, she looked adorable in it!" The romper that had been back on me for all of two minutes was quickly removed and I lay naked on a changing table in a room for trying clothes on the babies that were the target of the store. Amanda took very little time to put me in a regular pampers diaper, and I was soon buttoned up in a very fancy, but pretty, yellow dress. She added some white shoes that she'd bought too and some frilly white socks. Back at the counter Mrs. Fershing said, "She's adorable in that... What are you going to do for uniforms?" "You remember Jenny Murtha?" Amanda asked. "Yes I do, she's always been talented. She'll have no problems making some beautiful uniforms for your little girl here." "That's what I'm hoping, I figure I'll get a couple more days of babying in here and then we'll work on helping her grow up a bit." That was the first I'd heard of growing up and I looked up at her smiling at me. "Just a bit!" she said and touched my nose. We left the store with the new dresses and headed back home. "Let's get some lunch in your tummy," she told me after she had carried the new dresses up to my room. I held my arms up to her and she carried me downstairs and buckled me into the highchair. I watched as she went to the fridge and pulled out the leftovers from last night and placed them into the microwave. When it beeped she looked over at me. "So should I run it through the blender first?" I gave her a horrified look but she smiled at me. "Don't worry, I'll let you have it the way it's supposed to be eaten by adults..." she paused. "well if an adult is being fed..." I groaned. She clearly needed to rub some things in, but at least she came over to me and began feeding me as she cut the meal up. The first bite was absolutely heavenly I decided. "Why did he destroy this in the blender last night?" I complained. "You didn't seem to mind that much," she said as she stuffed another bite in my mouth before snagging her own bite. I stuck my tongue out at her. "Careful or a little birdie's going to bite that," she told me with a smirk. For lunch that day she really couldn't feed me fast enough with the way it tasted and I hated that I'd had to have mine mutilated. The noodles being fed to me by her were kind of tricky and I knew if you looked at my face it was a mess! "By the way, what did he mean by preschool meal?" I asked her. She shrugged. "I've never heard of a little getting anything other than the pureed meal." I watched her think for a moment before she shrugged and said, "Maybe it'll just be pre-cut for you to use your own utensils on?" "It would be better than mutilating it..." "Well, be prepared at least that depending on where we are that may not be the last time you have your dinner like that." "Why?" I asked. "I mean seriously, why do your people feel like they need to bring us down to that level?" I paused as she wiped my mouth with the bib. "I guess I maybe get the diapers with the huge toilets you all need, maybe even the highchairs and such... but why feed an adult pureed baby food?" She sighed and picked me up out of the highchair, grabbed a cloth, and then carried me to the couch in the living room. I was gently turned on her lap to face her and she asked. "How much do you know about our reproduction?" I turned red. "I assume it's sex like anywhere?" She nodded. "I didn't mean like that, but yes it is..." I watched pain in her eyes. "The ultimate problem is our birth rate in this world is very low... really too low for the population to support itself for more than a couple more centuries without something drastic being done. When this all started somehow it became custom to look at the littles around and decide they would make good surrogate kids... and then somehow babies. It doesn't help that you're all so cute!" she said with a smile to try and lighten the mood. She ran her hand through my hair before continuing. "Depending on who you listen to there are between sixty and eighty percent of us that can't have children." I looked at her and nodded. "You're one of those... I remember your mom saying that." She had a tear in her eye that she wiped clear. "Yes I am, and so is Chloe... but just because we can't have children doesn't remove the urge to have them. I think in some ways it's even worse for us because it seems that women like my sister and me really crave having a baby to take care of. We seem to have a full on syndrome at times that makes us go crazy if a little is cute enough - it's why my breasts lactated within a day of you being here!" "So it's all instinctual?" I asked. "Pretty much... And if you're going to have a surrogate baby then you want to have all of the experiences of feeding them from the baby on up." "What happens as everyone gets older?" "Well you all age much slower than we do. If you remain in this world your appearance probably won?t change for another twenty years or more. Your hair, face, skin, and everything will remain all but frozen at your current state. We tend to age faster... and there are more than a few cases of littles having their parents precede them in death.? ?What happens to them then?? I asked with a morbid curiosity. She shrugged. ?What happens to any baby when their parents die?? she paused. ?Hopefully they have a Will and the little has a place to go. Occasionally the Will states the little should be free and that usually gets honored. If they?re still cute enough though often they?re adopted out to the richest couple that wants them.? I shuddered as I looked at her. ?Just out of curiosity...? ?Megan gains custody should we die sweetheart,? she told me with a smile. ?Mom and Dad are in line after that... then Fred?s parents, then Cassie, and then a specific safer orphanage over Chloe.? I reached over to her hand and squeezed it. ?Don?t go making that necessary!? I told her. She smiled. ?We told you we?d get you through college didn?t we?? I felt my side get tickled mercilessly and my diaper begin to fill with urine. I was out of breath a couple minutes later and she asked. ?Thirsty?? AMANDA HAD FED me from her breast again and I couldn?t help but notice it was becoming more mundane to me to be presented with the large orb of flesh. A diaper change followed and she lay me down in the crib for a nap that I took advantage of. As much as we didn?t change my sleep patterns with the nanites, I couldn?t help but notice I was still taking naps like a baby at least once or twice a day! After my nap Amanda as dressed me in a swim diaper and swimsuit she asked. ?I assume you don?t mind swimming?? I shook my head and grew excited. Before she let me up she took some sunscreen and covered me from face to toe with it. A swim cap my size was then put over my hair. I smiled at her and hugged her when she had finished getting me ready. ?Thank you!? She laughed and said, ?If all it takes to keep you happy is a swimming pool I might have to see about getting it enclosed!? I nodded as she carried me out of the nursery and we ran into Fred who had just changed into his own swimsuit. ?Here, why don?t you take the princess outside while Mommy changes into her suit.? ?Okay,? he said and gave her a kiss as she handed me over. ?Ick,? I said for effect. He laughed and squeezed me tight. ?you make things a lot more fun, but you sure are squeamish about Mommy and Daddy kissing!? He tickled my side through the swimsuit and I giggled. ?Go throw her in the water and I guarantee she?ll stop caring about it,? Amanda said with a smile. ?Throw you in the water, huh?? He said. He walked downstairs and asked. ?Did she mean like this?? I went flying up in the air as he tossed me into the air like I had seen many daddies do with their babies before. I felt my face redden, as my nerved made my diaper grow warm, but also couldn?t help but smile. I had no doubts he would catch me, and of course he did. I giggled. ?Again Daddy!? I told him with a smile. He tossed me up again and then hugged me before walking through the back door and out into the backyard. ?So your mommy tells me she thinks you?re part fish...? ?I?m not a fish!? I told him with a smile. ?Is that so?? He said as he opened the gate. ?Uh-uh, I?m a dolphin. They?re mammals,? I told him while enjoying his attention. This was the most time I?d seen him without Amanda. I could kind of see what she saw in him when she married him. ?What happens if a shark comes along?? He joked with me as he waded into the water. ?Then I attack them,? I said with a smile. ?everyone knows sharks don?t mess with dolphins!? He laughed and placed me down in the water where I began treading water. ?Thank you,? I told him though and reached over to hug him around his neck. ?You are way nicer than I ever could have hoped for,? I told him. ?You?re welcome,? he said and I could see there were some tears in his eyes that he blinked away. ?Okay my little dolphin, go swim,? he told me with a smile. I did as I was told and began swimming laps back and forth across the pool like I had yesterday. The only thing that I felt like slowed me down was the stupid diaper... but I knew that wouldn?t be something I could negotiate my way out of. Even if they trusted me here, there was no way any Amazon in this world was going to risk a little pooping in their pool! I counted eighty laps when I decided I was feeling tired and flipped on my back to just float and look up at the clouds. I had noted Fred and Amanda swimming off to the side while I swam. Fred was enjoying a beer, but I hadn?t paid them a lot of attention. I knew they?d been carefully watching me like hawks though, just in case I started having problems. The water lapped at me as I drifted on my back and remember