‘IT’S NOT ANY different than every day will be though…’ I thought to myself.
Amanda surprised me then by picking me up suddenly, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she told me as she realized what she had done.
Inadvertently I knew I had peed a little in the diaper and sighed, “What?”
“It’s time to eat din-din,” she told me.
“But it’s only…” I said before looking at a clock and realizing I must have been looking through that book for a couple of hours and keyed into the fact that I smelled some sort of chicken dish coming from the kitchen where she carried me to.
“You certainly get focused on your work, don’t you?” She asked me as I noticed Fred wasn’t home.
I nodded, “I always have… it’s part of why I like computers, I think. I have the patience to sit through and code until it works… Where’s… Fr… err… Daddy?” I asked.
“He called a few minutes ago and said he got pulled into an emergency surgery on a pregnant woman in a collision.” She looked at me and shrugged, “I married a doctor, so I expect this to happen every now and then. Because of the way the hospital schedules on call duties he actually doesn’t have it very much anymore, but if he’s there when it comes in at the end of the day he sticks around until the patient is taken care of.”
I nodded, “Sounds like he’s probably a pretty good doctor then.”
She sat me down in the highchair and latched the harness. “Most people think he is! Now, just because Daddy isn’t here doesn’t mean we don’t eat! So, let’s get some chicken in that belly of yours!” The tray was placed in front of me and then a bib tied around my neck.
I watched as she put some pieces of sliced chicken breast on a cute plate with this dimension’s equivalent of Disney Princesses. She began cutting them up into tiny square chunks – mutilating the meat. I knew better than to argue about it though, she could of course throw it in the food processor if she wanted! A pile of mashed potatoes ended up on the plate too and then she put the plate down on the tray in front of me and handed me an almost me sized plastic spork.
“I’m feeding myself?” I asked.
“Well you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she smiled at me, “but given how good you’ve been as a baby today I think a little bit of independence is okay?”
I smiled, “Thanks,” and began using the spork first on the mashed potatoes. They were delicious with just the right amount of pepper and salt, along with garlic and… probably some cheese. The meat I was able to get stabbed on the tines of the spork and was amazed by how juicy and tasty it was. I made a satisfied sound and said, “You are a really good cook!”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she told me as she was eating her own plate of food. “Did you learn anything while you were studying?”
“That these CARE tests really seem to just be a way to place more littles into nurseries than universities?”
She grimaced but nodded, “I’ve heard some things, but I really don’t know anything that specific about it.”
“Did you know it’s a six-hour test with no breaks?”
Her eyes opened, “bathroom breaks are allowed, right?”
I shook my head, “No, and I get the feeling a wet diaper is the best thing you can hope to have. If you otherwise wet your pants without protection, or poop… well I wouldn’t be surprised if you were immediately taken to another school…”
She nodded at that, “I had heard many littles end up not going to school – or at least college - after them… I didn’t know specifically why though…”
“So, between now and next week we’re going to have to figure out a way to keep me from pooping for six hours…”
“Well, I think I have an idea… you won’t like it, but I don’t think you’ll have much of a choice if you want to make it through. It’s not exactly a dinner conversation topic though.”
I grimaced, “I’m pretty sure I know what you’re going to suggest… no it’s not.”
“So, did you get through any of the subject stuff yet?”
“I scanned through the reading section. That part seems pretty simple, maybe even easier than our tests back in my dimension.” For the next half-hour we both ate and talked like I might have with my mom or dad now. The fact that I was sitting in highchair, a wet diaper, a bib on my neck, and looking like a tiny baby; didn’t enter into things for one of the first times since I had arrived.
After we were both done, she came over to me and used the bib to wipe off a spot of mashed potatoes on my lip. She then used a baby wipe on my hands and face before setting me down on the ground.
“Okay sweetie, you just told me that you’re basically going to have to stay in a diaper for over six hours this week… I kind of want you to get used to that. Can you hold off on a change until your bath in an hour?”
I thought about it for a moment and nodded, “Can I keep studying for now?”
“That should be fine…” she hesitated before asking, “How about trying your walker to study in?”
I looked in the corner of the living room and just noticed the pink walker sitting on the hardwood floor. She must have assembled it earlier while I was engrossed in the book. “Can you pull the toys off so I can set the book down?”
“Sure!” She said with a smile.
I walked over to the walker and she lifted me up into the cushioned seat. My feet just barely touched the ground enough for me to propel it, “Is this the highest setting?” I asked, wondering if it could be lowered and trying a few steps.
“No sweetie, it’s the lowest,” she told me, “given that’s an actual baby one I don’t think we’ll find one any shorter!”
I groaned, “Well at least I can reach… barely!” I told her.
She reached into the playpen and grabbed the book and supplies I’d been using earlier and handed it to me. It was kind of an awkward system, but I was able to get the book propped between my belly and the front of the walker and the pencil and highlighter sat just in reach on the side. Amanda also delivered a bottle of juice to me in a little cup holder spot.
“So, comfy?” She asked.
I thought for a moment and nodded, “I remember as a baby loving my walker actually…”
She smiled, “and it’s not mechanical!”
I shuddered and nodded. “Please keep it that way…”
She laughed and leaned down to kiss my head before she began moving about the house. I could just tell she had moved another load of laundry from the washer to the dryer from the sounds I was hearing. In the meantime, I just began getting back into my studying. I scanned through the reading section not really worried about that one too much. From what I could see it really was as easy as I had told Amanda.
The whole test was to be on a computer, which boosted my confidence considerably! I worried a bit about typing fast enough on the keyboard and decided it might be a good idea to practice typing on her keyboard some more. Depending on what shortcuts were available on their keyboard it might be more or less difficult… The mouse could be really difficult to deal with too if it wasn’t gesture based like Amanda’s. I was under no illusions that they would be providing keyboards and computers appropriate to my size. I honestly expected the only accommodation for our size was to be a booster seat to reach the desk…
I looked carefully through some of the writing prompts they gave and looked at the grading guidelines. Nothing seemed unusual about any of it to me, and if anything, I felt like I would be in okay shape for knowing those. “Hello Princess!” I heard from next to me as I was startled by Fred’s arrival. “You look adorable!” He said as he reached in and picked me up from the walker.
“Hi Daddy,” I told him.
“What are you working on so intently?”
“A practice guide for the CARE test.”
“Oh… I forgot they have you taking that next week. How do you feel about it?”
“It’s not too bad… I’m just worried about any tricks they may pull while I’m doing it.”
“We’ll do what we can to help you there,” he told me. “Why don’t we go find Mommy and she can tell me where dinner is?”
He carried me away from my study material, but given I looked at the clock and realized two hours had passed I decided that would have happened soon anyway. We found Amanda in my nursery hanging up a pile of new clothes in the closet. “Did you leave anything in the store?” He asked before going up to her and kissing her.
“Eeww,” I said for payback of having to be right in the middle of an intimate moment like that.
“What?” Amanda teased, “Jealous?”
I leaned into Fred, “He’s mine already,” I told her while sticking my tongue out.
“I was hoping she wouldn’t be a daddy’s girl!” she said with a pout of her own.
“Good luck with that!” He laughed. I wriggled a bit and he set me down on my feet while they talked for a moment. The diaper I was wearing had swollen so much from the padding expanding I had trouble standing. It was a true balancing act to stay upright! I turned carefully and saw my computer and desk were back where they belonged along with my backpack. I was happy to see that they hadn’t just disappeared, but it reminded me.
“Umm… Mommy?” I asked.
“Uh-oh, she’s pulling the I want something card for the first time…” Fred teased me.
“Yep,” she smiled down at me, “what does the princess want?”
“Well I was studying down there… and it sounds like the test is all on the computer – which is great… but your computers are so much larger than mine. Would you be willing to let me get on yours for a while tonight or tomorrow to take the practice tests?”
She looked at me and nodded, “Not tonight, you need to take your bath and go to bed, but tomorrow we’ll do that first thing.”
“Thanks!” I said and walked up to her leg and hugged it.
She promptly picked me up and felt my diaper, “Wow, someone soaked her diaper!”
“You told me to…” I told her.
“She’s got you there!” Fred said. “I’m going to go heat up those leftovers. Why don’t you give her the bath she needs and then we can all cuddle on the couch again?”
“Sure,” she said. I was picked up and she walked to the bathroom with me. She sat me on the ground and began running the taps before turning her attention to removing my dress and then the soaked diaper.
“Uh-oh, I need to remember to put some cream on you when you get out of the bath,” she told me.
“How about no diaper for a while?”
“No nakie baby time right now,” she told me with a smile, “but I’ll remember you’re willing.”
“No, I didn’t…”
“I know you didn’t, but I do. Tomorrow we’ll go out and play in the pool in the backyard. We’ll see if you can swim like you said you can then too.”
I nodded. She seemed satisfied with the water a few minutes later and picked me up to place me in the tub. After she sat me down, she played with me, and the bubbles, for several minutes. During that time, I got to see what bath toys Granny had brought over that morning. We played with some tub crayons on the side of the tub before she began scrubbing me down completely and washed my hair.
“And look, I have a clean princess!” She told me with a smile as she picked me up out of the tub as it drained.
I smiled at her as she wrapped me in a towel before using the blow dryer on my hair while setting me on the bathroom countertop. The super jet engine was loud and I had to plug my ears as she worked to dry it all and brush it. “Is that too loud for you?” She asked sympathetically when she was done.
“I’ve never been a fan of really loud sounds,” I told her honestly.
“I’ll see if we can find a quieter one then,” she told me, “but we do have to dry your hair.”
I nodded, “I know.” She left it just brushed back and offered me a toothbrush with toothpaste on it a moment later. Not wanting to lose my teeth of their own accord I brushed them carefully, rinsed my mouth out with a cup she offered me, and then smiled at her, “thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she told me before gathering me back in the towel and carrying me to the nursery. Just as she began to set me down on the changing table, I noticed I was leaking from my bladder a little. I knew I had done so in the tub too, but hoped the towel would hide it.
“Uh-oh, seems we have a reason to be in diapers?” She asked me.
I sighed, “How can I lose a skill I’ve had for over a decade in just a couple days?!?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know the specifics on how, but I know it’s normal. Add in the fact that you have had all of your parts rearranged… In the rare occasion a little is set free potty training is more usually difficult for them than a normal toddler.”
I groaned but just nodded, “I can see that…”
She used a wipe to clean up my little wet area before placing my behind on an open diaper. “I need to make sure I put some rash cream on these little spots or you’ll be miserable tomorrow.”
Anytime someone was changing me it was like the ultimate invasion of privacy. You just didn’t get touched down there ever once you were potty trained, except for during sex… and I hadn’t had that! So, it was completely awkward and embarrassing! “I’m also going to put another coating of this other stuff your Granny found to help with the redness from that stupid device from earlier…”
I felt some soothing relief right away as she put the new stuff on and hadn’t even realized my butt was still sore from that! ‘I guess my body tuned it out,’ I told myself. Eventually her hands rubbed some other baby lotion all over my body from my neck down and then she wiped her hands before taping the diaper up nice and snug.
A nightgown was pulled out of a drawer that was really cute with yet another butterfly design on it. The bottom was weird because they had some elastic on it, “What’s that for?” I asked her as she brought it closer and unstrapped me from the table.
“It keeps it from riding up in the middle of the night – I wish they did it on adult ones actually,” she told me.
As she pulled my arms through the sleeves and I pushed my hands down I realized something was weird there. The sleeves had built in mittens that kept my hands mostly useless. “What are those for?” I asked.
“I hadn’t even noticed them…” she said clearly amused, “they’re so newborns don’t scratch out their eyes or something…”
I glared at her, “Can they come off?”
She looked for a moment but shook her head, “Nope, and that’s okay. You know a lot of littles get put in those so they don’t mess with their no-no areas.”
I sighed, “Do I have to wear this?”
“Just tonight?” She practically pleaded.
“Yay!” she said with a smile. “You know you have absolutely nothing to keep me to that?”
“Boy do I know it…” I grumbled.
“Come on, let’s go talk to Daddy for a bit and watch some TV before I give you your nighttime nursie.”
I just stayed comfortably in her arms as she went downstairs. Fred seemed to have just settled down on the couch, “So what did my two girls do today? Did your mom and Chloe behave?” He asked Amanda.
I shook my head, “Granny did, but Chloe is a witch…”
“Stacy the correct word is Bitch, with a capital B,” she said, but added, “don’t use that one though, that’s a Mommy and Daddy word!”
I stuck my tongue out at her as he asked, “What happened?”
Amanda and I filled him in on everything from the morning until he had gotten home. I watched his face turn red and his temper was obviously flaring when we told him about the torture device that had ended up being used on me. “I can’t believe anyone lets those things near humans!”
“I can’t believe on one hand everyone can consider us to be babies, but on the other hand feel we should be tortured and humiliated every time we turn around.”
He nodded at that, “I agree completely with you Stacy.”
We talked for a while and watched a movie on their equivalent of Netflix. Towards the end of the movie Amanda looked at the clock and grabbed me while opening up her shirt and bra. I sighed but nursed without complaint. I would have been more annoyed if it was nasty tasting... The only thing I wasn’t a fan of was the near instantaneous wetting of my diaper during those sessions. Tonight’s unfortunately was accompanied with some mess too. I was feeling nearly drunk and out of it as she cleaned me up, placed me into a new diaper, and then pulled the nightgown back down.
She settled me into the crook of her arm while she sat in the glider and began to tell me one of the bedtime stories Granny had picked out. I hated the fact I only heard half of it given that it was unique to this dimension and I had never heard before!
I WOKE UP on my own in the middle of the night once again and sighed. I wasn’t swaddled at least, but with the mittens attached to the nightgown, and a thick diaper that seemed soaked, there wasn’t much I would be able to do anyway. I rolled over and looked at the wall. I smiled when I noticed Amanda had found a clock at some point yesterday and put it up for me! Then I groaned as I realized it wasn’t even 2am and I had at least four to six hours left in this diaper before they would check me.
I was debating what to do when the door opened and a sleepy Fred walked in. “Everything okay Princess?” He asked quietly.
I shook my head, “I’m wet…”
“Let’s take care of that then,” he said as he reached into the crib and gently picked me up. I was laid out on the changing table and he pushed up the banded nightgown to get it out of his way. “You weren’t kidding,” he said to me.
“Why are you up?” I asked him.
“I needed to go to the bathroom and thought I heard something outside. I went downstairs to make sure the alarm was on.”
“Oh…” I said nervously, “was there anything out there?”
“Just a raccoon knocking over the trash cans, I think. I’ll look in the morning.” He must have seen my nerves as he wiped me, “Don’t worry Princess, we have a state-of-the-art security system with backups. Your mommy has even made her own tweaks to it - I guarantee no one can make it into this house without having the scare of their lives!”
I looked up curiously but shrugged and said, “Okay Daddy.”
He finished up and pulled the nightgown back down. Just as he was unstrapping me Amanda came in and sleepily asked, “What are you two doing up?” She asked.
“I came to check on her and she was awake with a soaked diapee,” he said.
“You mean Daddy actually changed a diaper?” She asked us both incredulously.
“He did a good job too,” I told her with a smile.
“Hmm… Let me see about that,” she said as she picked me out of his arms and lay me into an infant’s carry. She pulled the band of the nightgown back up, looked, and said, “Maybe Daddy can be useful!” She smiled at him.
“Now shall we all go back to sleep?” He asked.
“I’ll be there in a bit,” she told him. “Thirsty?” She asked me.
I squirmed a bit, but had to admit I kind of was thirsty so I nodded. She sat down with me and nursed me to sleep again and I had to admit nighttime rituals like this weren’t totally unpleasant as she brushed her hands through my hair.
THE NEXT MORNING, I found myself awake, rolled over from my back where I lay. The now wet diaper I wore beginning to seem cold. I looked at the clock and saw it was now seven in the morning and could hear sounds from around the house. “Mommy?” I asked tentatively.
I heard a sound from the kitchen downstairs and footsteps came up the staircase. Amanda walked through the door shortly then with a pretty blue floral dress on. “Well this is an occasion, an eighteen-year-old up before noon on her own?”
I laughed and held my arms up to her. She came to the crib and picked me up gently, checked my soaked diaper, and then continued to carry me on downstairs. “You’re not going to change me?” I asked.
“It’ll hold a bit more, and we both know that you will need to go more before breakfast is over with.”
I nodded a little sadly.
“Oh, come on! I know for a fact that diaper doesn’t let any of the liquid stay on your skin, it’s not that bad is it?”
I looked at her, “It’s kind of clammy still when it’s cold…” I told her.
“Well we’ll just have to eat breakfast quickly, huh?” She told me.
Downstairs I was set in the high chair and she brought over some pieces of apple to chew on while she busied herself around the microwave. I had just finished two of the impossibly huge slices when she sat down next to the chair with a bowl of some sort of mush.
“What is that?” I asked looking at the white glop.
“Cereal,” she told me with a smile and spooned a mouthful to my mouth.
I made a face, “What kind of cereal?”
“Baby cereal,” she told me with a smile, “perfect for a little that needs to practice eating what her Mommy gives her!”
I glared at her as she brought another spoonful to my mouth, “Why?” I managed just before it entered.
I sighed, “It’s pretty bland…”
“I’ll give you the rest of your breakfast after this,” she told me, “but I also want to see if we can make it through a practice test of yours without having a poopy diaper.”
“This will help?” I asked.
I sighed and opened my mouth and cooperated as she fed me the bowl of bland food. “What exactly was that?” I asked her when she went to wash the bowl out.
“Rice cereal mixed with my milk,” she told me, “which is probably the most solid food you should be eating according to my sister and most other Amazons.”
“I thought you disagreed with her?”
“I do, but we need to figure out something that will fill you up but not cause you to have too many problems out the other end.”
I nodded as she wiped my face quickly and then carried me to the couch. She opened her shirt up and just before I had my face planted in her boob I asked, “Won’t this make it harder for me not to?”
She shoved my head forward and I sighed before nursing the sweet liquid. “It might, but I’m also thinking if we do this early enough, you’ll get all of the poopy out of your system.”
I nursed until she was empty in both breasts before she carried me upstairs and asked, “Do you need to go poopy?”
I shook my head, “Not yet?”
“Okay,” she said and placed me in the crib. “Call once you’ve gone…”
“Wait!” I shouted but she kept going.
‘What is going on with her?’ I asked myself as I found myself on my hands and knees. The diaper was bloated from being so soaked, so walking really wasn’t really a good option right then. I went over to where Elena lay and cuddled her tight to me as I finally felt the abdominal cramping that was a portent of things to come. Sure enough a few moments later I felt the need and forced the mess into the diaper with my rear end sticking out. I pushed for several moments and it seemed like it would never end.
It did eventually and I found myself quietly sobbing at the gooey mess on my butt. “Mommy!” I cried out.
“Good girl, you made a stinky diapee for me, didn’t you!” She told me as she picked me up and carried me to the changing table. It took way too long for her to clean me up I thought before she lay me on a new diaper.
“This is so gross…” I told her with a grimace.
“No, it’s not, it’s normal!” She told me with a smile and a tickle to the belly that I was afraid would release more pee. Thankfully for the clean diapers sake it didn’t! “Baby, I looked at the website that came with that test and registered you for an account with a fake name and e-mail address… and I’m spoofing our IP address… I don’t trust them to not have tracking going on there. I also took a quick look with another fake account to see if I could see anything that would be signs of brainwashing…”
“What?” I said as she rubbed a thicker lotion on me.
“I wouldn’t put it past someone to think that putting some subliminal messages in test prep materials would make it easier to catch you off guard in the test.”
“How can I possibly win against things like that?” I asked her.
“You can’t - that’s why I checked!”
I sighed, “Okay, so what now.”
“Now you’ve just been put into your thickest diaper with some extra rash cream… and we see if you can make it through the six-hour practice test.”
I nodded and let her dress me in a simple pair of really stretchy jeans and a yellow baby-doll style top that reached nearly as far as my dresses had. She carried me to the mirror and I looked at myself. The facial changes still kept me from looking like an adult, or even a teenager, but at least with the more mature top and jeans I actually sort of looked like I didn’t have to be in the nursery I was in. The top seemed to mostly disguise the diaper I wore.
“What do you think of your outfit?” She asked me.
“I like it,” I answered honestly. “Can I wear this again sometime?”
She laughed, “Of course, I want you to wear it the day of the real test too.”
“Oh,” I said.
She took my hair and brushed it back almost to the way it was when I arrived, but added a glittery yellow thick headband around the front to tame my hair out of my face. “No bow?” I teased.
“Tomorrow,” she told me with a smile.
“Okay!” I actually genuinely liked the fact I looked pretty and less like an infant!
“You ready to try this?”
I nodded, “Your computer?” I asked.
She shook her head, “No, we’re going to use Daddy’s computer in his office here… it’s a bit more like what you’ll probably be stuck with.”
She nodded, “They’re cheaper and some people like them better for some reason. The gesture pad I have is way more efficient… Even a trackpad or trackball is too!” She sighed, “Some dinos like your Daddy just can’t adapt though,” she winked at me and held her hand out to me. I reached way up high to grab the end of her fingers and she led me to his office down the hall. She had switched out his chair and sat an uncomfortable looking booster seat on top of a folding chair.
I looked up at it trying to figure out how I would get into it… “Will they help me sit down?” I asked.
She shrugged, “I don’t think they’d be able to help wanting to help you, but they may be instructed that if a little can’t get in their seat to take the test it’s not necessary.”
“So here,” she handed me a piece of plastic that looked like it would fit into a backpack my size – just barely. It folded out into a set of steps that let me just reach the chair. I pushed the chair all the way forward towards the keyboard before setting it next to it and climbing in awkwardly. It was a little scary, but I managed to do it without dying.
“Okay, what now?” I asked her.
“Well go ahead and login there,” she told me and handed me a paper with my login information. The keyboard was cumbersome and I was slowed down by the traditionally QWERTY setup, but I logged in successfully and was given a dialog box of instructions.
“Go ahead and start?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she told me.
I sighed and clicked the buttons to go through the first part of the test. As I had guessed the reading really was very easy, but I was impressed that the software seemed to gauge responses from one section to bring up a more difficult section if you could handle what you had just done. By the end of that section I was bleary eyed and had much more thinking and inferring of the text than I expected.
The writing prompt was succinct and involved reflecting over a passage written by a historian on a war that I had never studied, but the passage gave enough details I was able to fake a pretty good response. I definitely found myself slowed by the keyboard not being small enough for my fingers to fly over, but I was still able to do more than a credible speed as I wrote the required essays.
When the math began, I could tell that same intelligent software was in action as I began with basic math, moved onto algebra, geometry, pre-calculus, calculus, and finally encountered some advanced level differential equations that I had some serious issues mainly because of dealing with the Base 60 math. I finished the section fairly certain I was doing well though.
Sciences were a repeat of that kind of test and I had to give answers on basically every science class I’d ever had. Towards the end I was just guessing as I didn’t have the slightest clue on some of the chemistry questions that I thought must be from upper level courses. Physics resulted in the same thing too.
I was in the final section of Basic Reasoning when I noticed I had a problem – I really needed to go number two. I clenched the best I could and kept answering. Just before the five-hour mark I could tell Amanda was standing behind me and I knew I was going to be losing the battle. Sure enough, on question number forty, I felt my bowels empty themselves and I quietly sobbed while I kept answering.
“Stacy, that means the test is done sweetheart…”
“But Mommy, I’m almost done…”
“You read the rules, we need to get a realistic score here…”
I sighed, “Okay.” I clicked the done button, it asked for confirmation before going into a mode that processed the results.
“Let’s see what you got and then we’ll go change that diapee,” She told me.
I realized as I sat there that the diaper had flooded badly and spots were formed around my crotch where it had leaked. I could feel the area around my legs was soaked and I groaned. “I’d be on my way to the nursery…”
“It’s not all bad news Stacy, look at your scores.”
Scores are out of a possible 400 points per section:
Reading – 386
Writing – 340
Math – 382
Science – 350
Basic Reasoning – 72
I looked below it and felt my heart sink at the bottom text.
Recommended school placement: Preschool
An info button was next to the recommendation and I clicked it to read,
Test not completed, subject lacks reasoning and physical capability of adult ready for university.
“It’s okay baby,” Amanda said. “Come on,” she said and picked me up to walk down the hallway to the nursery.
Once she lay me down on the table, I saw the clock showed five-and-a-half hours had passed. ‘I just needed another half-hour…’ I felt tears roll out of my eyes.
“It’s okay Stacy, we’re going to get something figured out here.”
“It seems impossible though!”
“Well, some people do it – so we know it is possible.” She paused, “We just need to take more drastic measures.”
I nodded as she wiped my very messy bum and pulled both the top and bottoms off of me as I had leaked through to both. “Do I have another outfit like that?” I asked her.
“What if I want to put you in a dress?”
“Then I guess I get put in a dress,” I told her honestly.
“Hmm… You seem to understand that’s how this works… But I’ll compromise!” She finished putting a fresh Pamper on me before looking through the closet quickly. She pulled out a fairly cute cap sleeved top and a matching set of leggings that she dressed me in. The top and leggings were a light sky blue almost that I had to admit was pretty. I was back to looking completely like a toddler though for the design.
I sighed, “So this is what my parents will see me in later?”
She laughed, “Of course not!”
I perked up and looked at her, “What am I wearing then?”
“Well a dress of course silly! Your parents can’t meet their new daughter wearing anything else on a video call!”
I groaned, “I shouldn’t have asked.” My stomach grumbled and I asked, “Lunch?”
“Come on, macaroni and cheese work?” She asked.
I nodded, “Sure.”
I was carried down, bibbed, and fed a lunch of what apparently is a standard across dimensions. The spirals were even covered with the same fake cheese stuff as we had back home! After I had eaten all I wanted to she said, “I’m going to finish feeding you your lunch and then I want you to take a nap for a little while before we go swimming out back.”
I smiled at that thought, “Swimming sounds like fun after this morning!”
She carried me back upstairs and I nursed until she was empty. I was laid down in the crib and she said, “Now be a good girl and nap for a while.”
“Okay Mommy,” I told her sleepily and found myself looking sleepily at the butterflies turning overhead playing their gentle lullaby.