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Since I delayed the previous posting, I'm going to post three days in a row here. Thanks for reading! You will want to read this story in order for it to make sense. As much as I don't wish to send readers away, I do want you to know that if diapers, bottles, and all that entails for babies doesn't interest you, this story most likely will not be for you. This work is set in the 'DiaperDimension' that was created by PrincessPottyPants on some of the ABDL boards. Several other authors have taken their own spins on the dimension and I encourage you to read them if you like this work! *************************************************** Chapter 44: Tag! *************************************************** I WOKE UP being carried by Kristin to the changing table. One look at her face that close, scared me, and I involuntarily squirmed. "Shhh... It's okay baby," she cooed at me. "You took a nice nap during story time; we just need to change your poopy pants now." 'I fell asleep with shit in my diaper?' I worried. The breastmilk hadn't seemed to make me lose my continence so far, but it did still seem to have the sedative effect that I knew most Littles dealt with. Looking around the room I could see there were more of the genuine babies up and moving than the Littles. 'I wonder if it's because every Little had a bottle full of their mommy's milk...?' "Here, suck on your paci," she told me and inserted what I hoped was one of my normal pacifiers that she then clipped onto my outfit. "This is such an adorable outfit!" she said to me quietly as she laid me down on the table. "Your mommy has great tastes! If you were just a bit younger, I'd set up some play dates with my Littles. You're much too big for them though." I just stared at her sleepily, hoping no communication was the safest thing. She took a strap and went across my chest before saying. "Your mommy said you don't need extra restraints, is that true?" "I'm a good girl Miss Kristin," I said, "I don't move..." "Well, we'll see, won't we!" There was a gleam in her eye then that was a little bit different and I was getting more nervous with being under her care then. My gut reaction was that as sweet as she pretended to be at times, she was one of the 'bad' ones. Especially given what I'd seen happen to Tyler... 'Of course, I'm in his situation now...' I sighed as she undid the crotch snaps of the outfit and gave the pacifier a suck. 'I never really saw the point in these before, but as long as they're not the expanding ones they're not terrible...' I thought as she pushed the outfit up to my armpits and began tickling me for a second. "Stop..." I cried around the pacifier while giggling. "Shh..." she told me. "I'll have to remember you're a loud giggler." I sat still as she gathered a pair of gloves and placed them on her hands. A diaper from my diaper bag sat beside me, and she tore the tapes off of the diaper. "Wow! What a big stinky from such a pretty little girl!" she cooed. "Most new kids have to have help to use their diapees here, but you just pooped like a champ right away! Good girl!" I genuinely believed she thought my pooping this diaper was the height of my success in life right then, and it made me want to scream. 'Just bide your time...' I reminded myself. "Guess we have a little surprise in your diaper, huh?" She whispered in my ear right before shoving my legs back to my face. When Addison had done this, she had been very gentle, with Kristin she just shoved and my back popped as she pushed. 'Great, last thing I need is a broken back...' I thought. "Oh baby, you must not be stretching enough, we'll work on that later!" 'What does that mean?' I wondered. She used a number of wipes on my butt before coming back and placing the new diaper underneath me. She dropped another wipe on top of my genitals while she gathered up some baby lotion and spread it on my body. It was a very babyish scent that was kind of calming, but I hoped it was the stuff from my bag and not something with regressive qualities. She seemed to spend some extra time pushing it into places I wasn't comfortable being touched, and I wondered what was the line where I could get her on assault? 'I've never really explored that case law that deeply,' I admitted to myself. What cases I could think of probably would be in her favor as she would say she was just taking care of the baby... Unfortunately, her attention had me standing at attention as she went to put the new diaper on. "Aww... does someone have a little crush on me?" she teased. Suddenly I felt pain as she flicked my part hard with her fingers and it went down as I cried, "Oww!" "Don't worry sweetie, you'll get used to me... or your mommy will get things taken care of. I really need to read your file during lunch and figure out what your story is. Was this your choice to be a little girl and your mommy is helping you out?" I shook my head. "Ah, so punished then?" I shook my head. "Not really...?" "Well, we'll see what it says. Keep in mind lying to me is not a good thing." "I made grandma mad," I told her. "Mommy adopted me instead of me going to an orphanage like the judge wanted." "That's so sweet! But that sounds like you were bad, doesn't it?" I shook my head. "Well, we'll see if that's the truth, huh?" She snapped the crotch of the playsuit closed again, and spent some time making sure the ruffles on the leg cuffs were just right. It was not helping me to deal with her that it was sending weird signals to my brain. Fortunately, there were others to change, so I was soon off to be with my fellow inmates. I noticed a few of them had gotten toys out, but most of the Littles had just found a nice comfy spot to sit down. I understood why a moment later, when one of those ridiculous ropes with rings on it was brought out. I felt my stomach twist as I thought of the times that I'd seen Beth, Meg, Laura, and all of the Littles I'd known being pulled along one of those. Now I would be too... "Come on Cammie, let's grab a ring!" Bella said to me helpfully. At less than three years of age, she was only eight inches shorter than me! She was able to successfully pull me to the loop and I grabbed onto one of the rings, wondering how much snot and other nasty things had been on it since they had sterilized it last... "Okay class, let's go outside and play!" she said. 'Oh...' I thought to myself. Kristin held the front ring, while it looked like Miss Crystal held the back ring, with all fifteen of us walking between them. 'This feels like it might be one of the most humiliating things yet...' They led us past the crawler and infant rooms she'd pointed were down the hallway, and turned left at the end of the hallway into a shorter hallway that led outside. I found myself now out in a large outdoor playground area with at least another class or two of toddlers present. Lots of toddler swings, see-saws, slides, sand, and playhouse areas seemed to be set up. "Now all of you go have fun and play!" Miss Crystal said when we stopped at a certain point and the others released the rings. "Come on!" Gracie said in an excited voice that seemed very wrong for her age. She led me to a play structure with a slide and a little covered area with a set of steering wheels and a tic-tac-toe rolling board. "So..." she said as she directed me to start a game with her. "What exactly is your connection to Kristin?" "Connection?" "I saw the look in your eyes when you saw her? I could also see you shaking as she changed you. Don't blame you on that, she's the worst here..." I shrugged. "I went to high school with her?" "Oh... that hasn't happened to me in a while, but did some when I was younger. They make the worst babysitters..." I sighed. "It's going to be worse than that when she figures it out." "Why?" "Well, the last time I saw her was about ten years ago in the mall back home. She was pushing a stroller that held a friend of mine, used to be a boy, but was in a dress and a diaper... I might have told her what I thought of her." She giggled. "This may be the best drama I've seen in a few years. Talk about irony," she said motioning to the clothes. "What's with the getup anyway?" I sighed. "My 'mommy' is obsessed with bubble rompers? I really don't know. She decided if she dressed me more babyish, I might get picked on less?" "Not a terrible plan." "So... like what do you do all day here?" She sighed. "Play baby?" "You're not regressed though?" "Most of us here aren't in the toddler room. Every now and then we'll have to mix with a crawler group for something - they're much more regressed. And of course, the infant rooms are the worst..." "Anyone in the preschool rooms?" She nodded. "I think there's like sixty Littles in the preschool rooms, and two or three in the Pre-K rooms. We only see them during lunches, so it's hard to say for certain. The ones that are in the preschool rooms don't usually stay there." "Down here?" She nodded. "Demotion to diapers or Pull-Ups means back to toddler classes. That even happens to the Big children that are more stubborn though too. That's what happened to Lucas." "He's an inch taller than me and almost as heavy I'm guessing... I can't believe he's a toddler?" She shook her head. "He's about four-and-a-half. He came back to our class last week after messing a couple Pull-Ups. They made a big deal about telling him he was back to being in the baby classes... Must have really strict parents, they usually at least put those kids in the potty-training rooms." I nodded at that. "Psst, teachers are coming!" I heard a whisper. Immediately after a hand touched me. "Tag, you're it!" and Gracie started running away. "No fair!" I said and began running after her. Somehow in an instant, a game of tag was started to apparently cover up our adult conversation. By the end of our playtime, I learned that there were some specific rules to deal with the Bigs in charge, including never being busted for being 'too big for our diapers.' I also figured out that across the four classes that were out in our recess time, Gracie was the 'old woman in charge' of the Littles. It seemed kind of like she was a gang leader in a prison... They seemed to both respect and fear her, and I could see staying on good terms with her was a winning proposition. Eventually we heard some whistles and I got the idea that they wanted us to go back to line up. I saw that many of the Littles were completely regressed, but more of them were helping their 'friends' get back there. 'So, Littles help these daycare workers out...?' I couldn't help but think. 'Enslaved babies doing free labor!' I shook my head. I noticed it wasn't all of them though. Taylor, the girl who was in mittens that morning, was pouting and grabbing onto the ring already on the line. She'd been let out of the mittens apparently for good behavior, but the locking pacifier looked to be back in place. Thinking about her pacifier made me remember that I let mine drop on the leash earlier, so I put it back into my mouth as I approached. Bigs always seemed to like Littles who used them without complaints. 'A Little is better seen than heard...' I remember someone once telling a kid in my high school geometry class. That teacher had brought a pacifier from home and used it on the poor girl who was yelled at for whispering to her friend instead of listening to her. I found myself soon being led back to our room where we were all taken to a pair of sinks and had our hands washed by one of the two teachers. 'Can't even wash our own hands now?' I thought as Miss Crystal rubbed soap on my hands and then held them in the water. Once everyone's hands were washed, we were all lined up at the three changing tables for diaper checks. I stood in the line as a couple were stinky and changed, but everyone else was just lined up on the rope line and taken to the cafeteria. It was an odd cafeteria... With nearly five-hundred 'students' in this daycare I guess I should have expected it to be like a school, and it didn't disappoint. Half of it reminded me of an elementary cafeteria with low round tables around long rectangular tables that folded up. I could see the 'big' kids were over there in their Pull-Ups and big kid pants depending on their classes. We were led instead to the other side of the room, that seemed like it was intended for all of the kids in need of high chairs still. There were rows of these arc tables with four plastic kids' seats inset into them. Miss Crystal surprised me when she suddenly picked me up and sat me down inside of one of the spots, and then used a black nylon seat belt to buckle me in. Layla ended up next to me, and her sister on the other side of her. With two of the tables put together it made a half-circle of up to eight kids that each teacher needed to watch. My group was watched by Miss Crystal, who placed down trays in front of us with some chicken nuggets, fries, and peas. I made a face at the peas, and definitely planned to eat them last until I caught a gesture from Gracie who was eating them first. I made a face, but she mouthed, 'Eat them first' pretty emphatically. I sighed, knowing that someone like that was worth listening to. I used the little spork spoon to put a few peas on and started eating them. I made a face after eating a spoonful. They were mushy, bland, and just disgusting! I wasn't stupid though, so I kept forcing them in. Right then I discovered why it was a good idea. "Taylor, sweetie eat your peas!" Kristin told her. "Miss Kristin they're yucky!" "Taylor you need to eat your peas," I could hear a warning tone in her voice. "No, they're nasty and overcooked!" Taylor said. I saw Gracie shake her head. "Well, I guess, maybe you're just not ready for big girl peas yet?" Kristin said, "I'll be right back!" I saw she took a plate that still had half the nuggets and fries on it. I watched curiously as Kristin walked over to a countertop area on the side and messed around for a moment before returning. Soon it was like watching a train wreck as she put a bib on her and began feeding her a jar of pureed peas. "Open up for the airplane!" Poor Taylor tried everything to avoid eating them, but she held her nose until she opened her mouth and then smashed a spoonful in. The dam broke then as the poor woman cried and accepted mouthful after mouthful of the disgusting puree. I definitely appreciated the nuggets and fries way more after that! Even though they were missing sauce and soggy, at least they were solid! By the time I'd returned to the room, I had used my diaper a couple times between the playground and lunch, so I figured I'd get a change like everyone else. When I got to the front of Kristin's line though, she felt my diaper and said, "Oh Sweetie you're good to go, definitely don't need a change yet! Your diaper can hold a lot more pee-pee than that!" I looked at her in disbelief, pretty sure it was about to the leaking point. It was then that she leaned over. "I thought you looked familiar, but it wasn't until I read your record that I figured it out! Cameron, I see no reason to change the diaper of someone who decided to call me a bitch. Funny how someone who judged me about getting my perfect baby girl, is now one himself, huh?" I was speechless right then, and nervous about what else she might do to me. She patted me on the diaper and said, "Make sure you get your special baba from Miss Crystal before naptime!" My mouth opened around the pacifier to speak out, but my brain kicked in and I turned to go over to get that bottle. "May I please have my bottle?" I asked her. "Oh, such a polite big girl with your questions!" Miss Crystal said to me. "How about we try it the way we do it in the bunnies now though! Just say, 'Baba pwease.'" 'So, grammar is supposed to go...' I sighed. "Baba pwease Miss Crystal." "How could I ever say no to those beautiful eyes?" She handed me the bottle with my name on it, and said, "Miss Jenny, would you find that new nap mat for our new baby girl?" I followed her over to the floor and realized they must have pushed some extra staff over there to help with getting ready for nap time. There was a fourth woman helping out, a bit shorter than the other Bigs, she was still probably ten feet tall. She was a rather large woman in other ways though, and the hug she gave me as she showed me the foldable nap mat felt like it would crush me. "Now there you go! Do you have a stuffie in your cubby?" I nodded. "Yes." "Let me get it for you..." she said, and reappeared with Rings a moment later. "Here you go, what's its name?" "Her name is Rings," I told her. She smiled. "Cute!" she spread out a blanket I recognized that Addison had packed that morning on top of me a minute later and said, "Now drink your baba and close your eyes!" Knowing there was no other option that didn't probably land me in the crawler room in a crib, I pulled out the pacifier and put in the nipple of the bottle. I took a sip. 'This doesn't taste the same,' I thought. I took another sip, 'did this go bad...?' I opened my eyes and saw Kristin smirking at me. 'Shit!' I thought. I debated about telling someone the bottle tasted off, but I figured it wouldn't kill me - and it probably wouldn't be optional if I stopped drinking it. Instead, I decided to give her a 'kiss my ass' glare and nursed it, knowing I would not be liking the effects on my body of whatever she had put inside of it! *************************************************** Chapter 45: Volcanoes *************************************************** THE LONGER I had nursed on the bottle, the sleepier I became. The next thing I knew was a voice next to me crying. "Eeew! Miss Crystal! She's stinky poopy!!!" I shook my head and looked for the source of a god-awful stench I could smell. Then I sat up, and realized I now knew what had been in that bottle! "Oh wow," Miss Crystal said as she picked me up awkwardly. "This is a full-on blowout Sweetie..." I woke up some more and realized a blowout meant I had shit running down my legs as she carried me, still holding onto Rings, who seemed to have ended up a casualty too. As she sat me down on the table, I realized it had somehow squeezed its way up the back of my diaper and up my back too... It was disgusting, and I just wanted to scream! She carefully took Rings from me. "I'll try and clean her up for you so you can take her home later..." Kristin looked over at me and smirked before changing her expression to a concerned one. "Miss Crystal, do you need me to grab her backup outfits out of her bag for you?" "Would you please dear?" She shook her head. "This is the worst blowout I've seen in years... you didn't tell me you gave her a suppository?" "I didn't..." "Hmm..." she said, "That's kind of odd then, I swear this had to be caused by laxatives. I'll have to talk to her mom later. If this is a normal thing for her, she's going to need some crawler diapers to contain this kind of mess..." I wanted to open my mouth to speak up, but I was still in shock. I sat very still as she gloved up and laid me down on the changing table that she had laid some extra paper down first. "We're going to have to take this off in reverse, Sweetie," she told me. "Huh?" "We'll pull it down your bottom," she told me. I tried to help her maneuver my shoulder out of the top of the outfit on one side, then the other, as she pulled it down my legs. The onesie was probably forever stained from all of the liquid poop that ran down onto it. She placed it in a bag, before sighing and undoing the diaper. The next eternity was made up of her wiping me off with baby wipes on every surface of my back, all the way down to my toes, to get the disgusting yellowish brown stains off of my skin. I still felt disgusting as she taped the new diaper shut, but at least I was better. "Did you find her outfits Miss Kristin?" she asked. "I couldn't find anything in her bag... It's just diapers and some bottles? A few toys?" "Hmm... I swear I saw extra outfits in her bag earlier. Are you sure?" "I am, do you want one of the spare outfits?" Miss Crystal sighed and shrugged. "It's that or only she runs around only in her diapee for the rest of the day." As Kristin brought over the new outfit, I realized I wasn't sure which was worse! It was a light pink color with a black design of a volcano on it coming out of a diaper. 'Explosive Pooper!' it said on top, and then had 'Blowout' in an obnoxious font at the bottom like some sort of action movie poster. The 'Changing Tikes' logo was off to the left side of the design just to ensure you knew where I'd exploded a diaper... I was quickly dressed in the obnoxious onesie, and told, "All clean now! Why don't you go play with your friends now?" I sighed, but went to find a friendly face. On my way to where Gracie sat next to the regressed Alexis, I saw Miss Erin scrubbing the nap mat I had used while gagging. 'Kristin should be the one cleaning that up...' I couldn't help but think. Gracie gave me a sympathetic look. "First blowout?" "Since middle school..." "Your mommy didn't send you extra outfits?" "She did... two or three of them actually. I'm guessing Kristin intentionally lost them after she spiked my bottle." She nodded. "Be careful with her, that could be dangerous if you have those many times." "Yeah, they already threatened me with crawler diapers..." She wrinkled her nose. "You do not want to wear those." For the next half-hour I joined her and Alexis in coloring. Gracie quickly did one sheet that she just absolutely scribbled on - it looked exactly like Alexis' that she concentrated on while sticking her tongue out of her mouth. Then I noted Gracie turned the page in her coloring book and began an incredibly detailed page. She seemed to pay attention to shading, added details not included in the blank lines, and genuinely made art with the crappy crayons. I was so enthralled in watching her work, and Alexis with her regressed motions and behavior, that I did a pretty terrible job on my own page of a teddy bear. "Super pooper - that looks just like a three-year-old colored it, good job!" Kristin came over to me and said while Gracie flipped back to her scribbled page. "I didn't think you'd be able to do that well! Someday maybe you can even be an artist when you grow up!" I looked at her. "Thank you Miss Kristin. I'm just a little baby, I wouldn't expect to do better than this, huh?" "Nope! But not as wrong as Miss Gracie." She grabbed the book from her and flipped to the beautifully done page that I couldn't believe was done in crayon. "This is all wrong Gracie!" she told her and grabbed an ugly brown crayon and scribbled all over the page. "There you go, that's how it's supposed to look." "Thank you, Miss Kristin," Gracie said, even as I could see her murderous expression. She smirked at her, before turning back to me. "Well, now I came over here because I'm supposed to take you to your special therapy appointment!" 'Special therapy appointment?' I wondered nervously. "Therapy?" "Yes, we do that for our special Little Ones who may have some extra special big feelings to deal with!" She grabbed the coloring book from me and tore the page out. "Let's put this with your bag so your mommy can hang it on the refrigerator tonight!" I didn't say anything more as she grabbed my hand and began leading me out of the room. We walked past the cafeteria, and towards the opposite hallway I'd been told was for the big kids earlier by Miss Crystal. I was even more self-conscious of the embarrassing onesie as we passed a class of Pre-K kids taller than me heading the opposite direction from our playground. "All of the big boys and girls have their own special playground over there!" Kristin cooed at me. I didn't respond, but heard a snicker from one of the taller kids as I passed. "That baby must have pooped his diaper so much it exploded and made him wear girly clothes!" I kept my eyes moving forward and ignored the kid, but I couldn't help but feel a bit stung by that comment! A quick look at the boy, showed me that he was nearly a foot taller than me - and it didn't make me feel better in the slightest that he was so young! I didn't know how to feel about the recognition of me being a male for the first time by a kid either. She walked me past rooms of the Pre-K classes, then the Preschool classes, then as we got towards the front of the building by the offices we came to a 'Therapy Wing.' Pictures on the walls were a mix of babyish and slightly more kindergarten themes I guessed to make all of the 'kids' feel welcome. "Well, let's get you to your special appointment!" Kristin smiled. "I'm sure it'll help you change your whole life!" I saw a nameplate above the door but didn't get a chance to read it before I was ushered inside a large room with a set of soft mats, couches, childhood sized furniture, and a convenient changing table. I noticed off to the side there was also a TV and a Little's highchair facing it. "Well, hi there! You must be Cammie!" the woman said as she came towards me. I looked at her and something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. She looked to be a bit older than me, enough so I wouldn't have been in undergrad with her or high school. Her brown hair was cut to a bit above shoulder length, and she looked to be another of these overweight mommy types. 'Mommy...' triggered the thought. She was Megs freshman nest mother! "Hi," I said as I thought through all of that. "I'm Doctor Dannigan," she told me. "You can just call me Doc though!" she smiled at me and it almost felt genuine. Turning her gaze above me. "You may go Kristin; I've got the princess from here." "Behave!" Kristin said towards me before leaving and closing the door. "Have you been misbehaving for her?" I shook my head. "She has a grudge against me from ten years ago..." I said, suddenly wondering if I should talk freely around her. 'Probably not. "That sounds interesting, do you want to talk about it?" I looked at her. "So you can go tell her or someone else...?" I shook my head. "Why am I here?" "Well, first of all, I can see that Addy finally decided to become your mommy - I figured that was a matter of time. Which means that you are now an adopted Little?" I shrugged. "I guess... That's still up in the air right now?" "We'll talk about that in a second sweetie, but I serve as Changing Tikes Little counselor. Here they understood that even though you might be a Little, you might still have Big feelings that you need to talk about. My job is to let you do so in a safe way." "And then what? Go tell my teachers? My mommy? The LPS people wanting to support their Maturosis case?" She shook her head. "In a lot of places that would be the case, but here I promise you what we talk about will stay between us for the most part. I may tell your mommy that you're concerned about something, but I won't tell her what you said about it. Same thing with your teachers..." "So why talk? It might just get me into trouble...?" "If something isn't harmful, I'm not out there to get you. If you were planning to try and kill yourself or harm someone, that would be a different thing." I sighed. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" "Well first, why don't we have a seat over there," she said pointing to some couches. She let me climb up on my own and took an adjacent chair. "So... you graduated from Emerson, then what?" I looked at her with an eye raised and debated about saying much... "Well, I went to Harlan Law School..." I told her about Law School, Beth's disappearance - without information on our indiscretions, my family's many quick deaths, and then finally the last few days since getting railroaded by the judge. "So yeah..." She looked at me with a genuine surprised expression on her face. "So, the only reason you're here..." "Because of a bad judge. Things are on appeal, hopefully in two weeks I'll be freed." "What then?" "Then I go back to practicing law I hope, and standing up for the rights of Littles that have been trampled on." "And if it doesn't go your way?" "You mean, I'm stuck this way?" She nodded. "Well... I guess I'd better get used to peeing sitting down." "You can do that standing up in your diapees even as a girl you know." I shrugged. "I'm hoping Addison goes back to our original deal then, which would mean training pants." "Here?" "Maybe?" "You already have someone messing with you today," she said motioning to the embarrassing onesie I was wearing. "That'll be worse if you're wearing Pull-Ups." "Probably," I agreed. "Well Cameron, I mean Cammie, I know you've been stuck with a really tough hand here. I know it's going to be rough for you getting used to your new life, but..." she extended a bit here. "I think this might be an opportunity for you too." I snorted. "What opportunity?" "To heal? You've been through more in the past few years than most people go through in decades. You probably should be seeing someone like me even if you manage to overturn that ruling. Being taken care of by Addy and others could help you heal if you'll let it." I looked at her like she was nuts, but shrugged. "Maybe..." "Well, this is all the time we have today. I'm going to make sure I see you again in a couple days if you're here daily. If you're not back right away I'll leave a note for them to make a place in my schedule to see you whenever that is." I felt strangely okay with the talk we had, so I said, "Okay... Thanks." "You're welcome! Now let me see, there should be a helper outside..." She was correct, a teenager with 'volunteer' on her badge was waiting outside. "Hi Mia, this is Cammie, can you make sure you get her back to her room? She's a little bunny in Miss Crystals room." I looked up at the not quite as tall, and very young looking Big. She was wearing short shorts and a cheerleading shirt from one of the local high schools. "Hi Cammie, let's get you back to class with the other cute bunnies, okay?" Holding out her hand. She was a chatterbox as we walked, and she said, "How about we skip back the rest of the way? Wouldn't that be fun?!?" 'Should she be the one in the diapers...?' I couldn't help but think as I was coerced into skipping back to the room. She opened the door and said, "Miss Crystal, I have a special someone back here for you!" "Oh, thank you Mia! Would you mind checking her diaper really quick before you go? We're all knee deep in paint right now..." I looked and the other 'kids' were all fingerpainting right then. During my moment of distraction, she wasted no time in feeling the front of my diaper. "She's all dry still Miss Crystal." "Okay, thanks Mia!" "Cammie would you like...?" she was about to say, but another knock came on the door as soon as it closed. "Miss Crystal, they're here to pick up Cammie Harris?" "Right there," she said pointing towards me and walking over. "That's her diaper bag there, her stuffie - I managed to get Rings clean for you Cammie - and please let her mommy know there is a Ziploc in there that she wants to open and clean as soon as she gets home." "Will do!" The new girl was another volunteer - a bit taller, but also just as happy and smiling. She held her hand out to me. "Ready to go see your mommy?" I nodded. "Bye Miss Crystal, Miss Kristin," I said, and happily left the damn room! When I arrived back at the front desk Addison was standing there. Her face started with a smirk; the onesie was funny I guess if you weren't the one wearing it, but then it turned to a frown. "Why are you wearing that?" she asked me as I and my bag were passed over to her. "Oh, we give those onesies out when a baby has a diaper blowout and no other clothes. You may keep it as a souvenir." The secretary answered before I could think of how to approach it. "But I did leave clothes..." she said. She dug through the diaper bag that was there and saw there were none. "What happened?" she asked me. "Not here...?" I tried to say with the secretary hovering there I was too nervous to be honest. "Of course, you're right. I'd like to see Doctor Chester please?" she told her. "Umm... the Director is available by appointment only..." "Tell her my name is Addison Harris. That will suffice for an appointment." There was a forceful venom in her voice that I had only heard a couple times over the years. 'She's smart enough to figure it out... what's she going to do?' "Umm... I'm sorry... but..." "Call her now!" "Yes ma'am," she said. A few hushed minutes of muttering later a brown-haired woman just a few inches shorter than Addison came in. "Hi, I'm Doctor Wendy Chester, the Director of Changing Tikes, how may I help you?" she started. *************************************************** Chapter 46: Big Blowouts *************************************************** "I'M ADDISON HARRIS," she said. I noted the recognition there and figured we were on the right track for whatever she was doing. "And, I'm not sure yet, but I want to please go to your office and figure this out there?" "Umm..." "Please?" "Sure..." she said. "First of all, would you please pull up Cammie's record for entry, and all of the notes? There's a big one in specific that's supposed to be flagged?" "No physical modifications of any kind?" "Yes, and there's another one I also made sure was made apparent?" "No enemas or laxatives without mother's explicit authorization?" "That's the other one. Now, let me hear what happened?" She turned to me. "Why are you dressed in that? You haven't eaten anything funny and have had all solid stools so far?" I sighed. "I think Miss Kristin spiked my bottle with something." "Why would she do that?" Doctor Chester asked. "We went to high school together, and shortly after she graduated, I saw her at a mall with one of my best friends - he was a Little. She had claimed him after graduation and turned him into a girl, and then regressed him to at best a one-year-old. I told her what I thought of that at the time." "Did you say anything aggressive or rude to her today?" I shook my head. "I know better than that..." "Who is this Kristin?" "She's the assistant teacher in the room?" "Hmm... You're sure something was in your bottle?" "Just before naptime she checked my very soaked diaper and claimed it was dry when Miss Crystal asked her to check it and change me. She leaned over and told me she knew who I was... It was obvious to me she was still holding a grudge. She had set up the bottles to warm, and the bottle itself tasted wrong. I was about to point it out, but when she smirked as I drank it, I figured I was stuck already. I was knocked out much quicker by it than normal too. When I woke up, I had the most disgusting diaper on the planet stuck to my butt, and my outfit was completely ruined. Mommy, she lied too and said you hadn't sent anymore clothes as she looked through my diaper bag." "You're telling me the truth?" "Have I ever lied to you?" I asked her as I gave her more of an adult glare. "No, you haven't..." "Ma'am, you can't honestly expect to believe a Little doesn't lie?" "You have nanny cameras in the classrooms to monitor them, correct?" The woman gulped. "Yes?" "Let's review the footage... And when we confirm everything my baby girl just told me, we're going to call in this little witch and deal with her." "How about this... before we go through all of that, may I call Miss Crystal to come to the front?" "For?" "To confirm Cammie's story?" She nodded. "I guess." "Give me just a moment..." she said as she walked out. "What did you say to Kristin all those years ago?" Addison asked me with a smirk. "Almost the same name as you just used, but with a different consonant?" She squeezed me tight. "I'm not able to protect you from everything, but damned if I'm going to leave you somewhere and have you abused!" We sat in her office for about ten minutes before Miss Crystal walked inside. "Oh, hi Miss Harris, what can I do for you?" "Help me deal with your teaching assistant poisoning my baby." "What...?" "First of all, Miss Crystal," Doctor Chester interrupted. "was Cammie any sort of discipline problem today?" She shook her head. "No, she was the sweetest new baby girl I've seen in a while. Her mommy should be very proud of how good of a girl she was!" "Well, that answers that part..." Doctor Chester seemed annoyed. "Did you know that Kristin knew Cammie before?" She shook her head. "She didn't mention it?" "Did you see anything go on between the two of them?" "I stay pretty busy... there's a reason two of us are in there." "Can you think of any other questions?" She asked Addison. "Miss Crystal, before nap time did you notice I had a wet diaper?" She shrugged. "Honestly I don't remember looking too closely. I do remember telling Miss Kristin to change you though?" She looked thoughtful. "She said you were dry...?" "Were you?" Doctor Chester asked. I shook my head. "No, I was worried it was going to leak. Who prepared the bottles before naptime?" "Kristin always does that round..." "Thank you, Miss Crystal, if you would please let Miss Kristin know she needs to come down here now?" "Umm... sure Doctor Chester..." "I believe you," Doctor Chester said to me. "What do you want?" she asked Addison. "To punish her." "How?" "Let's see if she comes clean first? By the way I think termination is a good start, but depending on what she says that may not be enough." "I shouldn't have you involved in personnel matters..." Addison shook her head. "I'm one of the owners, and I'm on the Board of Directors, I can be here." "What? Since when?" "Since I bought out forty percent of this daycare this morning, and was placed on the board via a vote an hour ago." "I don't know who you think...?" "I'm Addison Harris." She reminded her. Right before a verbal match could start, the secretary knocked. "Miss Kristin is here?" "Send her in," she told her with a sigh. "Yes, Doctor Chester? Crystal said you wanted to see me?" she said as she came in the room, only then noticing Addison and me. "Why am I here?" she asked. "Please have a seat Miss Kristin." I noticed she moved the chair a little further from Addison and me and sat down. "I'm Addison Harris," she introduced herself to Kristin. "And I have concerns about the care of my baby..." "Umm... I don't know what she told you, but you know Littles can't be trusted, right?" Doctor Chester sighed. "Starting out like this certainly isn't helping your case Kristin. You are being accused of both violating the requests of this mother to not do any physical harm to her baby, and also not to use any laxatives or suppositories without parental authorization. She's also quite sure that there is theft involved here too. Now I'm fully prepared to sift through an entire day worth of video from your classroom to corroborate the accusation, or you can save us the time and tell us what you did?" She shook her head. "This is the third complaint I've had about you this month." 'That was a dumb move to make from a legal standpoint...' I thought, mentally jotting down the obvious amount they were willing to push things under the rug. "Ma'am?" she said nervously. "What did you put in my baby's bottle?" Addison asked again. "I warn you, do not lie to me!" Kristin visibly squirmed, and I got the feeling she realized she was now in some hot water. "It was just a dose of Little Go," she told her. "If she's on breastmilk it won't be long before it's the same anyway..." "Doctor Chester, that is in fact a laxative, and a strong one! It also has significant side effects that could leave lingering issues for my baby!" "I'm aware of that Miss Harris. Kristin, did you read her information sheet?" "No ma'am, I didn't have a chance?" "Doctor Chester," I said in my lawyer voice. "I object to that statement. It's a lie - it's how she figured out who I grew up as." "Shut the hell up you sniveling little freak!" she said. I watched her put her hand over her mouth suddenly. "Well then, I think that settles that?" Addison said. "We can watch the video, but I think that's more than enough to see she's the problem here? I'm certain she stole the clothes too." "Yes Miss Harris, I do agree. You mentioned termination wasn't enough?" Addison looked thoughtful. "Can we have her wait outside for a moment?" "What the hell do you think you're in charge of here?" Kristin was going off-tilt some more. "Well, I'm a part owner of the daycare for one," she told her coolly. Her eyes widened then as she looked from Addison back to the director. "Ma'am?" "Go wait outside, we'll call you back in when we've reached an agreement on a suitable penalty for you on behalf of Miss Harris and her daughter." "But..." "Last chance little girl," Addison said with more venom. I watched Kristin bolt up as Addison gave a wide smile. "I know exactly the punishment I want to dish out. I don't want you to fire her, but I do want her moved to the Pre-K rooms... Let's go talk here in the corner Doctor Chester." I was left sitting in the chair as they engaged in a whispered conversation. It was clear that Doctor Chester was not pleased with the option, but decided it was fair. She called someone and a bottle of milk appeared, along with another vial of something she added to the milk. I noticed my name was on the bottle... "Come back in Kristin," she told her. "Miss Harris has agreed to a condition that would let me not fire you. IF you want to keep your job, you'll be moving to the Pre-K rooms as a roving aid." "But... My degree...?" "Will be worthless anywhere else when she's through with you," she told her matter-of-factly. "Is that it?" "No, you need to drink this bottle too." "But that's..." "Breastmilk dear," Addison smiled. "Breastmilk just as healthy as what you fed my baby this afternoon..." She gulped. "Really Doctor Chester?" "You can choose to walk out too..." I watched as she awkwardly reached for the bottle and began nursing from it. She was awkwardly fighting with getting the flow out for a while as the bottle looked much smaller in her hands than mine. The blush on her cheeks was quite gratifying to watch, even as you could see her eyes watering and tracks forming from her mascara. Finally, she emptied the bottle to their satisfaction and looked even more embarrassed as she burped suddenly. "Excuse you little girl," Doctor Chester said shaking her head. "Go back and bring us the spare clothes that were left in Cammie's diaper bag by her mommy." "But..." "I can still fire you..." "Yes ma'am..." she said nervously. Even as she left, I heard a fart... "I trust this will put the matter behind us?" she asked Addison. "As long as she didn't do anything else that's long lasting, I consider it closed now. Or, I will when we have her clothes that she stole." "Fair enough," she said and stood up. She walked to a side door of her office and gathered some things in some cloth, but I couldn't exactly see what it was as Addison squeezed me tight and felt my diaper. "Still dry for the moment, huh?" I nodded. "I haven't had that much to drink today...?" She looked in the bag and pulled out a sealed bottle of Plapple juice and poured it in a clean bottle. "Here sweetie, drink this while we wait for your clothes..." I had about half of the contents down when I heard sobbing. Addison stood with me, holding the bottle to my lips, when I just about dropped it at the sight in front of me. "Whoa..." I said involuntarily around the nipple while smirking. In front of me was the most glorious sight of justice I had ever thought to see in my life! The bitch who had abused Tyler, other Littles, and now me, definitely had her moment of shame coming. She was carrying my missing clothes, which she awkwardly handed to Addison as she shifted from foot to foot making faces. "My, my, my," Addison said as she took them. "Doctor Chester, I believe this young lady isn't quite ready for her big girl panties yet..." "I'm thinking you're probably right Miss Harris. Miss Kristin, what happens if a child at Changing Tikes pees their big girl panties?" "Ma'am?" "Answer the question Kristin." "They... they get put back into Pull-Ups ma'am for at least three days." "If they wet one of those that day?" "A week of Pull-Ups..." "And if they make pee-pee in their big-girl pants a third time?" "They go back to diapees until their mommy says it's okay to try again? At least three weeks though?" "Uh-huh, very good. Now back up to what happens if a wittle girl poopies her big girl panties...?" She sniffled. "Ma'am?" "I won't ask again!" "They go back to diapers right away for at least the next three days... and get to try again with the potty and training panties after that if their mommy lets them?" "That's correct, and right now you're that little girl, huh?" She said in a cooing voice. She shook her head. "Ma'am, it's only because there was..." "There were plenty of bathrooms around, you could have sat in one for a bit...?" "But..." "Tell me who uses their panties as a potty like that?" "Uh..." "Who? I won't ask again," she asked with some venom. "Ba...bies..." "Babies, huh? And that's all you are probably?" "No ma'am..." "Well, as far as the potty I think you are for at least a few days. Now lay down on this changing mat so I can get you into your diapee. If I even let you try to grow up again to big girl panties it'll be based on your behavior from here on out." I thought she was going to refuse with the look on her face, but instead a trickle of urine escaped her and ran down her legs. Doctor Chester tutted at her, and pushed her down to the changing mat. "Only babies leave messes like that on my floor. I think that's settled that it'll be at least three weeks before we try again..." I watched as she pushed her dress up off of her head, revealing sizable breasts that were covered with a nursing bra. I watched the train wreck as she cut off the panties with some scissors and began cleaning up the mess. Addison seemed just as inclined to be an audience. "My, my, my, she even cleaned up down there. I'm thinking this isn't the only time she's been in diapers Doctor Chester." "Wha...? My boyfr..." She started to say before the largest pacifier I've ever seen was shoved into her mouth and twisted. 'There's a version for Bigs?!?!' I thought in shock. "That's much better, baby girls are better seen and not heard after all!" Doctor Chester said. I watched her gently hum a lullaby and clean up the mess, before telling her. "Lift back up baby girl!" and placing a thick diaper that looked identical to one of the types I had at home underneath her. "Where did you find that?" Addison asked. "Oh, there are some teenagers and adults who for some reason like Naomi and Oliver and some of the other regression shows. They like to wear them so much that they came out with these in bigger sizes for big babies like Baby Kristin here. One last thing, let's cover up your bra," she told her and directed her to stand up. I was all smiles as I saw a familiar volcano and 'Blowout' on the front of her shirt. "Well, Doctor Chester I want to thank you for helping us out today," Addison told her as she stuffed my backup clothes inside the diaper bag. She gathered me and the bag up. "Let's go do what I planned on for the rest of the afternoon... It looks like you probably have your hands as full as her diaper will no doubt be again soon..." Back at the car I was smiling the biggest smile in years as Addison dressed me in a knee length purple knit dress with big white polka dots on it. It actually would cover my diaper, and I appreciated that she took the time to change me from the god-awful onesie. "You're going to burn that... right?" I asked. She smirked and shook her head. "Nope! It's definitely going to be kept in the diaper bag for if we really don't have a spare outfit and you need one." "I..." A pacifier pushed past my lips and inside of my mouth. "Take a little nap again, it'll take a while for us to drive where we're going..." I sighed, and waited for her to get the car going. 'Did she say we were going somewhere else today...?' I tried to remember. Even as insane as she drove, I still found myself nodding off to sleep before long. *************************************************** Chapter 47: Ponies *************************************************** I COMPLETELY ZONKED out for the drive, and only woke up again when I felt myself being tickled. "Come on, wake up Cammie," I heard at the same time. I looked up and said, "Ugh..." I spat out the pacifier from my mouth then and asked. "Where are we?" "Getting a haircut!" she smiled at me. I looked up suddenly and saw a sign 'Pigtails and Ponies' in a decorative script on a sign. 'Little Girls Hair Salon' was subtitled below it and I groaned... "Do we have to?" She nodded. "Yes, we do! My baby girl needs a pretty haircut!" I made a face. "I guess I can shave it all off after this is over." "Over?" She smiled. "Who says it's going to be over?" She gave me a warning look. "No one Mommy... Let's get this over with." I was picked up from the car seat and felt an intrusion into my diaper. "Still dry... they did not give you nearly enough to drink there today, did they?" I shrugged, I could feel the Plapple juice was almost needing out of my bladder. "I guess not?" She dug around the car and the bottle I'd had before leaving was refilled. "Drink your baba while we wait," she told me. I sighed and held it as she carried me inside and a ding was heard with the door opening. "Well, hello there!" A friendly mid, not much taller than me said to us. "May I help you?" "We're here to get my baby girl's hair cut? I made an appointment?" "Name?" "Cammie Harris?" "Sure thing, I've got you right here. I'll let your stylist know that you're here!" "Thanks!" Addison said as she bounced me up and down a moment and then went to sit down on some couches that looked nicer than I would expect in a children's salon. I did see a gated play area nearby with plenty of toddler and children's toys sitting there, but thankfully she didn't force me to go pretend there. There were a few tables lined with stacks of magazines for parents of real children and Littles alike. Two real moms were waiting with their older elementary aged daughters for their cuts, but the shop seemed to be pretty quiet.. Apparently, Addison noticed I was just staring and holding the bottle, so she shifted me to the crook of her arm and grabbed the bottle from me. "Drink your baba baby." She pushed the nipple in my mouth and I sighed as I began drinking. We were left waiting long enough that I finished it. My stomach was a bit bloated from two bottles of juice in a short amount of time, and my bladder really cried for release. I squirmed for a moment and let a stream flow into the diaper. "Good girl!" she cooed and hugged me. I wondered if she might think about changing me, as it was pretty wet, but we heard. "Cammie?" I looked up to see a tall woman with layered brown hair as Addison stood up. "That's us!" she said with a smile. "Great, come on back!" We walked back and I saw the most ridiculous looking pink miniature car. I wasn't sure what it was for a second, until Addison sat me down inside of it, and buckled me up with a lap belt before taking a seat next to me. I blushed as I realized my wet diaper was completely flashed at the young girl and her mother watching her get his haircut nearby. 'This is a salon chair...? I wondered as I looked in front of me, and avoided looking at those I had flashed... They'd put in a steering wheel and it looked like a number of little toys to keep a kid sitting still. "Is this your first time getting your haircut sweetie?" She cooed at me. "Umm... no...?" "Silly, I meant since you were adopted!" "Oh..." "Yes, it sure is!" Addison said with that mommy voice she tended to use. "I've wanted to get a cute hairstyle for her forever though!" "I bet you have," the woman said. I felt her pulled out the elastics and the bows on the pigtails she had put my hair in that morning. "We have plenty of hair to do whatever you want here, what are you looking to get done?" "Well, to be honest I want to keep it simple most days, so if you can just do a tapered cut down to just below her shoulders?" I felt the woman turn my body in the chair and held a comb up several inches above my current length. "About here?" "That would be perfect," Addison said, "And then once you get it into that basic style, I'm hoping you can do something like this...?" She showed her a picture on her phone. "Oh, that's easy, I can definitely do that! Special date tonight?" She asked. "Yep, we're having a mommy daughter night out!" "Aww... Too many of my customers just leave their Little girls at home in a crib with their babysitters while they go out." "Well, I'm sure we'll be doing that sometimes too, but she's been a very good girl and had a rough day today." "Well, we'll make it better here! Do you have a paci for her? I find all of my clients that still use them sit better if they have one?" "Sure!" she said and dug into the diaper bag and plopped a pacifier inside of my mouth. I had always hated haircuts... They took too long and I hated sitting still even as an adult! It was the upside to dating women who preferred I have longer hair - I didn't go in very often! When I was in court, I had usually just tied it into a low ponytail and hid that underneath my suit coat, but I suspected with the new length that would be trickier to do. 'As soon as I get done with this bullshit, I am shaving it off!' She played with my hair for a few minutes before moving the chair to a nearby sink. It was a little disconcerting seeing the front of a 'car' sticking straight up in the air as she washed my hair out, then moved me back to the middle of her area. Every now and then she would grab my head and twist it this way and that, or tell me to 'stay still baby...' I saw a small mountain of my hair growing at my feet as she chopped a lot of length off. After a while she said, "How's this Mommy?" I felt myself turned around so Addison could see, and could now see my own self in the mirror in front of me. To my relief I didn't have bangs, or red hair like I figured was coming, but the way my hair fell was definitely more feminine. There was a mirror behind me and I could see that instead of the straight, square cut on the bottom I'd been having done for years, it was longer in the middle, and shorter on the sides. It also no longer reached the middle of my back, but rather the longer edges barely brushed my shoulders. I had been accused for a while of looking feminine with my hair and thinner build and face from my weight loss, but this seemed to push it further over the line. 'Given I'm wearing a dress I guess I should accept this could be my new normal...' I sighed as Addison said, "That's perfect! Just what I was hoping for!" "It'll be super easy to care for and put into whatever style you want before you send her to daycare each day too!" I could see the woman beaming a big smile at Addison. "Now, for the style you wanted for tonight!" I felt the chair turn away from the mirrors and found myself staring at a wall filled with images of cartoon characters as she began working on my hair again. I tensed as I saw a curling iron, something I'd always feared to be honest after hearing Beth, Addison, and so many others talk about burning themselves with them! I sat absolutely still as she began spraying my hair with scented hair spray and using the hot iron! As time went on, I noticed that she was making my hair fall off-center, and soon a ponytail of hair was lying on my shoulder. I could just see the shorter ends of it with large curls visible. "How's that Mommy?" she asked Addison. "Perfect! Way better than I would have done!" The woman smiled. "It's not that difficult, I'm sure you could do it. It helps that this little girl is such a sweet good girl! Can she have a sucker?" "As long as it's not got anything in it?" I looked up and saw the woman shake her head. "Just tons of sugar, food coloring, and flavor!" she handed me a sucker. "Thanks for being such a good girl for me!" "Thank you for doing my hair..." I told her as she turned me and let me see. Whereas the style I had seen before was simple, this looked way dressier. Large curls now adorned my hair as it pulled to the side over my left shoulder. I could see a few little hair pins with crystals on them in the top of my hair, but for the most part the thing that surprised me was that it was a style I could have seen Addison wearing for an event. There were no bright bows or clips being used in it, and I was surprised that it actually made me look older... like maybe I was late elementary in age instead of a toddler. As Addison picked me up and my dress flashed up and displayed my soaked diaper, that older image was definitely shattered though. "Let's get you paid for your great job, and then do you have a bathroom I might be able to borrow to get her changed and dressed?" she patted the diaper bag, but also pointed to a small garment bag I hadn't seen her come inside with. 'Must have left me to go out to the car while I was getting my hair cut?' "Certainly!" I caught a glimpse of the receipt and saw that Addison had given her a tip that was more than the haircut was supposed to cost. The woman lit up when she saw that, and said, "Thank you so much!" "You're very welcome. We may come back in for a style or two in the next couple of weeks again. You did great work and you treated Cammie just like the little girl she is - thank you for that." She bounced me and looked at me. "Let's go use their bathroom, change your soggy pants, and get you in your pretty dress!" I blushed as a couple other 'parents' held their kids within hearing distance. The salon had a set of male and female single restrooms. She entered the women's and locked the door behind us. "Diapee first!" she said as she pulled down a changing table and laid out the changing mat she had. I was lifted up onto the table and she pulled the dress carefully off, before laying me down. "Uh-oh," she told me as she opened the diaper. "What?" "You just have a bit more poopy in here... I'm surprised you had anything left after what she gave you though..." "It wasn't permanent, was it...?" I asked as she picked my ankles up and wiped my butt. "No sweetie, if it had been, I wouldn't have left that daycare until that bitch was shorter than you and couldn't even still crawl." I felt my fear rise at that reaction as she slid a diaper underneath me. "You know that kind of treatment was pretty normal, right?" I asked her. "Miss Crystal may hold a grudge against me now too...?" She taped the diaper shut. "If she does, I'll take care of her too. I don't think she will though, she seemed genuinely clueless about Kristin's actions. Anyway, enough talk of daycare. Let's get you dressed up for dinner." I wondered what kind of dress would be inside of the garment bag. I was picturing something completely frilly, over the top flouncy, pink or purple, and meant for some fancy birthday party. Instead, as she unzipped it, I was pleasantly surprised to see it was a solid navy blue, with just some small fake diamonds sewn into a 'V' shaped pattern at the top of the bodice. The dress was sleeveless, and flared out, but seemed to lack any sort of petticoat or anything. "Arms up!" she told me as she pulled it down over my body. She zipped it and switched out the pink tennis shoes I had on for a set of matching navy-blue strappy sandals with just a small heel on them. Even they looked quite mature in appearance compared to shiny Mary Janes or something. She stood me up on the ground and began cleaning up from the diaper change. As she was washing her hands, I looked in a tall mirror attached to the back of the door, and appreciated that the flared skirt fell almost to my knees and fully concealed the diaper I wore. I touched the soft fabric, and felt the bumps of a few of the sparkly gemstones. Between the hair and the dress, I actually almost looked like the adult I was... just a flat chested woman instead of a man. "You look pretty, huh?" Addison said to me without a hint of her mommy voice. I hesitantly nodded. "Yeah, I guess I do..." "Come on, let's go get some dinner!" I smiled as she didn't pick me up, but instead grabbed my hand and led me outside to her car and let me climb up into the car seat on my own for once. After she buckled the harness, she fussed with the dress a bit, and soon we were off. With her driving it didn't take long to get to wherever we were going. When she came around to my side of the car, I could see we were at a restaurant we used to eat at together quite regularly in college. I blushed at the potential of some of the waitstaff recognizing us... She helped me out, and I noticed that she merely carried a thin wallet inside with us, leaving both the diaper bag and her purse with her phone inside locked away in the trunk. 'I hope I don't need a change...' I worried a little, but reminded myself I used to go hours at a time without using the bathroom! She didn't even grab my hand, but just said, "Come on, let's go eat! I haven't been here since the last time we were here together." "Really?" I said as I walked beside her. "Really." At the host stand we were greeted by a host I didn't recognize. "Table for two please?" I said from habit. "Why of course Miss!" The host said. One of the reasons we used to frequent the restaurant was that it was one of the few that was very discrete with boosting up those of us who were shorter. The chair I was seated in was probably a highchair in height, but it looked identical to Addison's chair at first glance. There were no straps or other restraints on it, so that it really was just a higher chair to sit in. The menu I was handed was the regular adult's menu, and there weren't any crayons or coloring mats in sight. "Why?" I asked her as we waited for them to come with drinks. She shrugged. "You're not a baby - I know that, even if it's hard not to confuse everything. I figured if we could get away from everyone today, we could have a moment for ourselves." "You're sure they didn't follow us?" "Actually, I'm sure they did, but they're not being let inside the door..." she smiled and nodded to the door. "You have to let us in..." I heard a man complaining. "Sorry, we don't have space for you at this time. Please make a reservation and we'll be happy to serve you another time." I saw the host call for another waiter that helped him remove the stalkers. "So..." she said. "So..." I said, "Beside the witch, how was today?" "Horrible?" she said. "Horrible?" I asked. "Yeah... let's just say my mom isn't happy. She won't be until at least you're altered to being a girl... but even then, I'm worried she's always going to want to take you the next peg down. I think that's part of why I wanted to come out tonight. Tell me more about your time at law school...? I always wondered how you were doing? What did you do afterwards?" For the next two hours it was like Addison held up a big 'pause' sign on my shitty life's turn. It was like dating in college again, with us listening to each other - and it was so easy to remember why I loved her back then. It made me feel guilty of how once again I could feel that way while Beth wallowed in forced babyhood... It made me feel so much saner though, that I didn't see a reason to complain about it! After dessert we walked to the restroom together, and I waited inside while she used the toilet. I found myself needing to go and asked... "Umm... could I...?" She sighed. "Let's get through your hearing just using your diapers sweetie. If it goes the wrong way, we'll get you fixed up and then I'll let you use the big girl potty." I sighed, but relented and just peed the diaper I wore. I had a distinct waddle as we walked out to her SUV and she laid me on the back cargo area to change the wet diaper before driving home. Until I was again given a bath like a toddler, dressed in a frilly pink nightgown, and presented with her breast to suckle on - it had almost been like an old normal night out with Addy! ******************************************************** I really appreciate those of you who have been commenting! Please leave me a quick note in the reviews just to let me know you're reading and what you're thinking!