Chapter 6 and 7 by Sofia Hammerstein

Two years ago Stacy visited a newly discovered dimension, with his parents, on an adventurous summer vacation. He was astounded by how the other dimension's technology was decades ahead of his own! During his senior year he applied to Emerson University in the city he had visited. He was excited and hopeful of learning more about their technology as an exchange student, and hopefully bring it back to his own world. (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)

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Chapter 6: Little Dinner

I GLARED AT Fred, but he just laughed. I spat the pacifier back out and hoped I wouldn’t get in trouble for it. I remembered a Little getting a spanking the first trip here for that. “I take it he’s not of the computer people?” I looked at Amanda.

“Nope! He’s great with bodies, not so good with computers!” she told me before looking at him, “Maybe she can help you when you get stuck on the computer now…”

After a few more minutes, she said, “Fred, can you help Stacy go through the stuff she brought and put it away? Go ahead and put any clothes on our bed so I can decide if there’s anything she can use.”

I sighed, “I didn’t bring much.”

“Won’t take long then! I’m going to go get dinner started. When you’re done, you can explore a bit, Stacy?”

I nodded, and between Fred and I, we soon had everything unpacked. My XBOX and PlayStation gaming consoles were taken to a room Amanda had set aside for her electronics tinkering. I had nearly wet my diaper again with excitement at all of the REAL toys she had, but Fred shooed me right back out before closing the door, “That’s off-limits to you, Princess.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Not sir Stacy, Yes Daddy,” He smiled when he said it, but I got the feeling he meant it.

“Umm… Yes, Daddy,” I blushed.

“I know this is weird for you, Stacy, but it will only take one slipup to make people believe you’re not the well-behaved baby that you need to appear to be.” He paused before adding, “Especially around any of Mommy’s family but Megan.”

I grew nervous, but he said, “Now go off and explore. I know you have to be curious about the house.”

So that’s what I did. I walked back to my nursery first… ‘my nursery?’ I had to think about the girly extravaganza. I looked down at my dress and pulled up on it to look at the diaper cover that matched it. I pulled it down to look at the diaper for a moment of curiosity but then put everything back where it should have been and looked around. If there was a baby toy meant for a child less than two years of age, I was pretty sure it was in the room. I had more toys in that room than I probably had as a real baby! I noticed that several were strategically placed next to the changing table to be used as distractions while my diaper was changed… Several of them looked like teething toys.

‘I’m so glad I said nothing could be done with my teeth…’ I shuddered at the thought of having all of my teeth removed.

I leaned my backpack against my desk for now and then sat in the chair to go ahead use my computer. ‘I forgot to ask for the Wi-Fi password,’ I thought to myself while also being grateful that the technology was the same in this world. I stood up and went down the hallway where Fred seemed to have a home office. This thinner diaper definitely affected my gait a bit, ‘those nighttime diapers…’ I shuddered.

“Umm… Daddy?” I asked as I approached him, sitting in his chair high above me.

“Yes, Princess?”

“What’s your Wi-Fi password?”

He laughed, “The important things in life, huh?” Then, after a pause, “Most people would probably argue that babies shouldn’t have Wi-Fi access and Internet unmonitored?”

“You probably have NetNanny or something here, right?”

He laughed again, “Right you are, and it’s already installed through the modem. So, you should be able to do homework, play some games, but don’t plan on anything more adult than that!”

“I just need to email my parents,” I reminded him.

He scribbled on a notepad on his desk and handed me a twenty-character password, “You memorized that?” I asked, looking at it.

“Well, of course, it’s your mommy’s birth year, my birth year, your birth year, along with all of our initials.”

“Oh,” I responded, looking at it. But then, I noticed that it was SEW instead of SES for my initials. Until then, I had no idea of their ages, but now I knew I could see they were exactly ten years younger than my parents. “Thanks,” I said and turned to go back to my room.

I quickly logged in and connected to a mail server that worked trans-dimensionally. My email was pretty short, but it did contain some new information like our physical mailing address that I quickly found by digging around online, along with some code phrases that said I was okay. We had established about thirty innocuous phrases that were keys to saying everything was okay and going according to plan. Additionally, there were ten danger phrases that said I was in trouble and needed help.

At the last minute, I added:

By the way, my name has struck again… Somehow, we never told them I wasn’t a girl. When we video conference this week, don’t be surprised by my clothing… For now, I think we may have to pretend I am a girl, so I don’t lose my scholarship.

I sighed as I pressed send and thought about it. Amanda had mentioned there being maybe something they could do to help me. Knowing what little I did about this world, I had little doubt there was a clinic that would gladly take me and correct the minor error down below... What would they do while they were doing that, though? That was what terrified me. I was used to people seeing me as girly… honestly, it didn’t bother me that much either. I’d never had one of those moments of thinking I was born in the wrong body, but I also wasn’t married to my male body like so many other men were. I sighed and decided to go explore some more of the house. I had found the bedroom doors closed for the most part, but one door was cracked open, and I found myself in a huge bathroom. I’d seen a toilet for an Amazon on our last trip here, but I’d forgotten how intimidating it was. Most of the places we had stayed were designed for Littles or Betweeners. This place was pure Amazon comfort, and I couldn’t even see above the edge of the tub or the toilet.

“What are you doing in here, missy?” Amanda asked suddenly.

“I was exploring,” I told her honestly, “even if I wanted to do anything, it’s not like I could in here,” I added.

She laughed, “You’re very right, Princess. I don’t think you could probably use this toilet hardly even if I held you on top of it!” I found myself being picked up, “Let’s wash your handsies up for din-din.”

She held me up to the sink and leaned me towards the water after putting soap on my hands for me. I did the work for the most part, but she found a towel and dried me. “We’re going to have to do something with your hair later,” she told me as she brushed it out of my face.

“Just don’t cut it off?” I said, nervously remembering there had been nothing in our contract about it.

“What, I can’t have my baby girl looking like the newborn baby she practically is?”

I was genuinely scared for a moment while she laughed and placed me down on my still bare feet with a pat to my diapered behind. “Why don’t you go downstairs and meet us in the kitchen.”

I nodded and started down the stairs very carefully. Like everything else, they seemed twice the size of my world, which meant they were probably about fourteen inches high. I thought back to my childhood and found myself sitting on the stairs and then sliding down to stand on the next. I repeated that until I was at the bottom and heard Amanda call out, “What a big girl you are!”

I turned and smiled at her, “I’m not completely helpless…”

“No, but make sure you are careful on those stairs. I probably am a terrible mommy to have let you climb them…”

I sighed, “You’re doing a good job so far,” I told her.

I found myself quickly in her arms as she gave me a squeeze and carried me to the dining room. The smell in the air was incredible with some sort of beef. I could see she had already pulled it out of the oven, and it looked great, if not humongous! I didn’t take long, though, before she moved the tray out of the way with a free hand and then plopped me down into the highchair. The harness was quickly pulled over my shoulders, and the tray was placed back down. I put my hands on it. “The Little ones are more restrictive?” I asked unintentionally.

She nodded, “Don’t worry, as long as you’re a good baby girl at mealtimes, I’ll never use one of those here…”

“Here?”

She sighed, “We’ll have to figure out what we’ll do when we visit my family…”

“Just how bad are they?” I asked as she moved to cut the beef and plate it.

“Well… I’m not going to lie; Chloe is about as bad as it gets…” She sighed as if wondering if telling me was smart but continued, “If you were Chloe’s Little, you wouldn’t have any teeth or need to sit at this table. She nurses all three of her Littles only.”

I gasped a little.

“I wish that was the worst, but she also had all three of them through an etiquette school, and about all they can say is mama, poopy, and baba. She also had surgery done on them to keep them from standing. Well… actually, Kacey can’t even crawl and is stuck with ‘tummy time,’ as Chloe calls it. It’s really, really sick,” she told me with tears in her eyes.

“Why?”

“I honestly don’t know other than maybe she feels like they’re dolls? But, sadly, she’s not alone. She convinced Cassie to get her little boy Neville back to crawling status. At least he can still talk, but he’s also missing all but three of his teeth, so he can’t bite his mommy anymore too.”

“Umm… what… why…” I kind of stumbled over my words.

“Why am I not like that?” She asked. She smirked, “You hope I’m not, at least, right?”

I shuddered.

“I’m not, but I wouldn’t trust an Amazon further than I could throw them if I were you. I can guarantee Chloe will do all sorts of pushing towards me to do that when she visits. I’m going to promise you right now that I’m not putting you down that day. You’re going to just have to be a clingy baby that day and just not say anything if you can help it.”

“I have to meet her…”

“Daughters?” She asked. “Yeah… She’ll expect you to play with them too. Not quite sure what you’re going to do. Know that they might as well be babies now and treat them as such, and you’ll probably be okay.”

Fred slipped in the kitchen then, “Smells good!”

She was just dishing stuff onto plates then. A small plate that looked smaller but maybe even still too big for me looked like more of the butterfly motif. “Anyway, you asked why I’m not like that?”

I nodded.

“We had a ‘baby sister’ Little growing up at home…” she shuddered, “Hannah was so cute it was hard not to see my mom needing to baby her. Especially as we have children grow up or don’t have kids, the mothering instinct in us is incredibly powerful! Studies have actually shown that it’s significantly more so in us than Littles or In-Betweeners… Anyway, I always viewed Hannah as the cute toddler baby sister to play with and treated her well. Chloe though… Chloe, I think, was jealous and would constantly bully poor Hannah and get her in trouble. One day something happened… I don’t even know what exactly happened, but Hannah fell and was killed at a park with her while I was at a summer camp.”

I saw the tears in her eyes and wished I wasn’t restrained so I could give her a hug. “I’m sorry,” I told her.

“It’s not your fault. To this day, I think Chloe did something… Anyway, when no one else was around, I would talk to Hannah like an adult, and she would help me with my homework. She’s the reason I made straight As through eighth grade when the accident happened.”

“Why didn’t you…?”

“Try and free her?” She asked with a laugh.

“I was the second daughter and seen as the one with her head in the clouds. My parents would just laugh at me and say I didn’t understand the world when I would suggest we potty train her or something to help. Mom would usually use that moment to grab Hannah and put her to her breast and say something about babies that feed from Mommy have no reason to potty train.”

“Are your parents?”

“Still alive?”

“Yes,” she told me. “I don’t speak to them every day, but I’m sure I won’t be able to keep their new granddaughter away from them forever since they live pretty close to here.”

I felt terrible for her, but at least I could sort of understand why I probably could trust her more than most. I felt a shiver of genuine fear though of the idea of dealing with her family. “What about your parents Daddy?”

“They’re still around, but they live on the other side of the country. My parents may very well want to come out and visit their new granddaughter too, but it may wait until Christmas or the New Year as my dad is always busy with work.”

“Are they…?”

“As bad as Mommy’s parents?” He asked while shaking his head, “No, they never took a Little, and honestly, they will be kind of looking at me strangely that we have. I’ll explain everything to them, though, and I know they’ll be proud that we helped keep you from being someone else’s mindless baby.”

Amanda sat a sippy cup of juice on my tray, and then a bib appeared from somewhere that went over my dress. It seemed to have been bought for the expected proportions rather than how I had come through.

“I wonder why you shrank so much when you came through?” Fred asked thoughtfully as he took his first bite, “This is great, Amanda!”

She had just sat down next to me and asked, “See what you think?” A plastic fork had skewered a tiny piece of meat that was clearly mutilated to keep me from choking. However, I opened my mouth wide for it and chewed the offered bite.

“That’s really good!” I told her. It was, in fact, one of the best roasts I could ever remember eating!

“Good!” she said with a smile before loading some mashed potatoes up and feeding me a bite of that. “I wonder if it’s because it was her second trip through? Stacy, you said you shrank like eleven inches last time? So, this was what probably double that?”

I nodded and said, “yes,” after swallowing the last bite.

“So, going back and forth for the summers…” she took it to a logical conclusion I hadn’t thought about.

I just sat stunned for a moment… “If I get any smaller…”

“Yeah, you’re already just a little bit above newborn size right now… you’d be like a preemie,” Fred said.

“It’s something to think about,” Amanda said with a little bit of worry in her voice. Over the rest of dinner, they began asking me about other things, and in between bites of food, I would tell them about our versions of people and things like Disney, and they would tell me theirs. Turns out in this world, he had actually gone on to be a vice-president of the country. He never built a theme park there though; a rival of his seemed to have beaten him to that. Disney had nearly as much of a market though still on cartoons and toys.

When dinner was finished, I found myself quite full and had emptied the sippy cup. “May I please get down?” I asked Amanda.

“In a few minutes,’ sweetheart, let me clean up dinner. You need to get used to this... “

I sighed.

“Here, why don’t you drink this while you’re waiting?” She said as she brought forth something I had been surprised not to see yet. A pink baby bottle contained what looked like a liter of white fluid that I presumed was milk or formula. I made a face, but she told me, “You should be grateful that’s not your dinner. Just drink what you can, but I want half of it gone before bedtime.”

I tentatively picked it up with my hands and couldn’t believe its size compared to me. It was almost too heavy to handle, but I could get it in my hands just barely. I stuck the nipple in my mouth and gave it a tentative suck. The milk inside actually tasted pretty good, sweeter than the milk back home, and Amanda had taken the time to heat it up, so it was nice and warm. It was awkward holding it upwards to drink, though, and I found myself trying to prop my arms and the bottle upon the tray. She solved that with some sort of latch on the seat, and I found myself leaning back quite away. “Is that better?” She asked me as she pulled the tray off and trusted in the straps to hold me there.

“It’s pretty heavy,” I admitted as I sort of thrust it away from my mouth. It felt like I was trying to drink from something like a 3-Liter.

“Well, I probably should get the smaller nursers for you… I never dreamed you’d be this small. I mean, in your normal world size, you’re almost an In-Betweener!” I kept nursing a little bit here and there, but my arms were definitely getting tired as she cleaned.

I heard Fred tell her, “Here, honey, let me get the rest of these honey, you can help Stacy out…”

“Thanks!” She told him almost gleefully. I held the bottle out to her with both hands. She grabbed it from me and sat it down on the table before she fiddled with the harness for a moment. I was soon loose, and she picked me up and placed me on her right hip before grabbing the bottle in her other hand. I just stayed still as she carried me upstairs. I saw quickly she planned to sit with me in the glider, and she grabbed the quilt from the crib and wrapped me in it before turning me face up in her arms. I watched as the giant bottle and nipple came towards my face and opened my mouth up to accept it while she held the bottle for me.

She began humming a pretty tune as I nursed, and I felt myself relax. The whole plan was crazy, but at least I seemed to be with a couple that didn’t want to mutilate me. Finally, I found my eyes closing and heard her say, “Well, I guess you’re at least okay with this part, baby.”

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Chapter 7: Dealing

THE NEXT THING I knew, the room was around me was dark, except for a butterfly nightlight glowing next to the changing table. I tried sitting up and found I was severely impaired by the diaper I was now wearing. ‘Must be one of those night-time diapers…’ I thought to myself and rolled over to see if I could push myself up. Carefully, I got on my hands and knees and looked at the bars in front of me. I quietly pulled myself up to my feet with the help of the bars. I looked up and curiously checked something by raising my hands as far in the air as I could. Sure enough, I couldn’t even touch the top part of the rails with my hands extended. I found standing difficult in the diaper and decided to just give in and sit back down my butt a moment later.

‘Not that I planned to try to escape like that,’ I acknowledged. ‘What time was I put to bed?’ I had no way to know with no clock, but I definitely had a strong urge to pee. For a moment, I held it in but remembered how silly that would be. ‘You knew diapers were part of the deal…’ I mentally scolded myself. As I let it all out, I was shocked at how much the diaper expanded! I couldn’t believe it could get any bigger! Finally, I found myself back on my stomach and grabbed the new stuffed bear that lay next to me.

‘Elena,’ I named her in my mind and cuddled her close to my chest. I would have expected a soaked diaper to be uncomfortable, but other than how much it had expanded, I couldn’t tell that it was wet. ‘Tomorrow will be another long day,’ I told myself and forced myself to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

It was hard, though… I found sleep difficult as I thought about how yesterday had filled in so much information on my future. The gender misunderstanding was embarrassing and tough to deal with suddenly wearing pink dresses, but nothing compared to being the size of an infant! I had come to this dimension expecting to at least be the size of a toddler… or maybe even almost an elementary school kid. Being either of those sizes would have allowed a little bit of freedom compared to my new size. In our world, a three-month-old baby would rarely be left alone, and then only when caged safely… I couldn’t see much more freedom for me in the Amazon world.

Being called ‘Princess’ was undoubtedly also a novelty. ‘Being a princess might not be too bad,’ I had to admit, with a king and queen like my surrogate family. But, so far, they had shown remarkable restraint and kindness to me.

I couldn’t help but notice, though, that certain things hadn’t been thrown away as possibilities. It sounded almost sure that baby food was a possibility in the future for meals when we were away from home. ‘If Amanda makes it, that might be okay,’ I allowed. She really was an excellent cook, so it would probably not taste terrible if it was just pureed food from her cooking. Any jars from the grocery store, though, were most likely going to be disgusting! ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if they sell even worse tasting stuff for Littles to be tortured with…’

Amanda’s sisters really sounded like a horror movie brought to life. They were everything I had been warned about – or maybe even worse! It sounded like her mom might have been cut from the same cloth too.

‘So, was it regular milk or her milk?’ I wondered sleepily as I finally succumbed to sleep again.

WHEN I WOKE again, I found I had been rolled back onto my back and had a pacifier back in my mouth. ‘Amanda must have checked on me at some point,’ I said as I sleepily stretched and remembered the wet diaper I was wearing. It was now cold and clammy and was quite uncomfortable. I pulled myself back up by the bars and was just about ready to holler for someone when Amanda walked in.

“Oh, you look so cute with that bedhead!” she told me as she walked up to the crib.

I held my arms in the universal ‘up’ pose, and she carried me straight over to the changing table as I pulled the pacifier out and let it hang by the clip. “Gee, thanks…” I told her.

“Oh no, do I have a grumpy Princess?” she asked.

I sighed, “I’m not a morning person.”

“Well, we’ll just have to work on that! Probably a fresh diaper is a good start, huh?”

She proceeded to strip me of my sleeper quickly with a zipper that went all the way to the foot. Once my diaper was exposed, she said, “Okay, now which diapee today?”

I groaned, “Pampers?”

“I think we need one of these instead,” she said, and I could see one of the princess-themed diapers that she had been sold on.

“It’s so thick!” I said as she laid me back down on it a moment later after wiping me clean.

“It’s soooo adorable, though!” She smiled at me. “And just think of the waddle or crawl I get to see you with!”

I groaned, “It’s too early for this.”

She tickled me, and I found myself back in the sleeper. Then, she grabbed something from the bottom of the stand and carried me to the glider. At first, I thought I would be fed another bottle, but she produced a hairbrush instead. “Let’s take care of your hair, then we’ll go feed you breakfast and see where we get from there.”

I sighed in relief; that was all she had planned.

“What are we doing today?” I asked sleepily as she ran the brush through my hair.

“Well, first we have to go to the store and do some shopping for some other things to replace what we bought way too big for you.”

“Like what? I mean, besides clothes?”

“Well, bottles for one… You could barely lift the full-size nursers I bought you! However, the sippy cup was a smaller one, and you were almost fine with it yesterday, so I think we’ll go get one of the half-size nurser sets that are more appropriate for you.”

I sighed but nodded. I felt her twisting my hair around and guessed that she must be braiding it into pigtails. Gabby had insisted on braiding my hair like that for a cross-dressing day for homecoming week. Scarily I had seemed pretty normal looking as a cheerleader in uniform I borrowed for that day…

I felt her tickle my side, and she said, “I said I’m done. You really aren’t a morning person, are you?”

I shook my head, “Not without a lot of coffee…”

She turned me to face her in her lap and said, “I hate to tell you this, Princess, but coffee is one of those things that’s going to be off-limits for you.”

I bit my lip but nodded, “I’m not surprised. But would love for you to consider changing your mind…”

She looked thoughtful for a moment, “Tell you what, you make it through your midterms with a 3.5, and I’ll let you have a latte in your bottle each morning.”

I smiled, “Deal,” I extended my hand to hers, and she enveloped it with hers.

“Okay, let’s get breakfast in you…”

I was carried down to the kitchen, where my highchair sat waiting for me, and I was soon strapped in wearing a bib with a sippy cup of milk sitting on the tray in front of me. I drank some milk from the sippy cup Amanda had sat down in front of me and watched her move around for a couple minutes to make a bowl of oatmeal for me.

“Some special mornings, we’ll have a hot breakfast with eggs, bacon, and such, but this will probably be breakfast for you normally,” she told me.

“That’s fine; a lot of times, I don’t even eat breakfast,” I told her as she sat right next to my chair and pulled it on the wheels closer to her.

“Well, that won’t work here, Stacy. You’ll have something for breakfast every morning.”

I nodded, ‘that wouldn’t be so bad…’

“Let’s get this airplane in your hanger!” She smiled while making an engine sound that made me grimace, but I opened up anyway. For the next ten minutes, she fed me while playing every cutesy little baby feeding game I’d ever heard of - and then a few more.

By the time she got to the last spoon, I had said, “I’m full, Mommy…”

“Just one more spoon,” she said, and I opened up. I felt really stuffed then. “All done!”

She wiped my face with a baby wipe since it had been a casualty a few times that I happened to look the wrong way. The bib definitely had some evidence on it too, and I just sighed as she unbuckled me but left the bib on. I started to remove it, but she said, “Leave your bib on, sweetie.”

She picked me up and carried me to the living room, where the playpen was sitting in front of the couch. “Play here for a few minutes while mommy cleans up.”

I nodded and tried to stand in the playpen, but the diaper was so thick it made it difficult to do so. Just thinking of the diaper brought to mind an urgent warning my body was giving me. I sighed, having known this would come. Given Amanda’s warning about needing to poop each day, I knew I didn’t dare hold back on this either. I found myself using a giant ring toy as a way to pull myself up so I could squat. ‘Come on, you know you have to do this…’ I told myself.

Suddenly I felt my bowels let go, and I could feel the diaper accept the pieces while I kept pushing until I didn’t feel like I needed to go anymore. Suddenly I flashed back to when I was three years old, standing back in my grandmother’s house. I remembered being in diapers and just wanting to play with her electric organ there. So, I pooped my diaper and kept playing. ‘Stacy, did you poopy your diaper?” Grandma had asked me, and I had shaken my head and lied so I wouldn’t have to stop. It hadn’t seemed so bad then!

I didn’t want to fall backward on the mess, so I leaned forwards onto my hands and knees and could feel the mess rubbing against the bottom of my genitals. I sat there a little bit in shock before looking over at the toys in the playpen. I knew Amanda would come soon and decided not to make a big deal out of what was going to become an everyday occurrence for me.

I was looking closely at how a doll in my hand was made when the inevitable happened, “Uh-oh, I think someone made a stinkie!”

I groaned and tried to stand up to hold my arms out to her but instead ended up falling back on my mess. “Eeewww…” I said.

“You didn’t seem to mind it for a while there,” Amanda told me. “You sure you’ve not been a little baby here before?”

I nodded, “It wasn’t too bad until I smushed it…”

“Well, let’s go upstairs and change that stinky diapee!” she told me with a kiss on my forehead and carried me up the staircase and into the nursery. She laid me down on my changing table, and I began to smell it worse as she opened the diaper up. To me, the smell was enough to make me gag, but she acted like I was a normal baby, and this was no big deal at all. ‘Shit happens with a baby,’ I reminded myself. She didn’t embarrass me anymore about it too - which I appreciated.

I was quickly re-diapered back into a regular pamper and lay on my back, waiting for her to figure out what she was dressing me in. She reappeared a moment later with a pink romper I remembered her cooing over yesterday in the store. It had the words, ‘smile, I’m cute!’ on it and ended basically at the crotch with a short pair of legs to it closer to shorts than a basic onesie. I appreciated that she’d been good about only shopping in the actual baby portion of the clothing aisle. I had caught a few glimpses of some of the odd clothing they made specifically for Littles to wear… It was a thousand times worse!

“Well, now that we’ve got your stinky diaper out of the way for the day, why don’t we go see what trouble the two of us can get in?” She asked me.

“What about shoes?” I asked, noticing my still bare feet.

“You don’t need shoes today, Stacy. Everywhere we’re going, you’d probably just look out of place.”

I nodded, remembering most of the Littles I remembered seeing rarely walked, but asked, “Socks?”

She looked at me but nodded and found some pink socks that folded down and had lace around the bottom of the folded portion. They seemed appropriate to a baby of my age, and I groaned at that but appreciated having something warmer on my often-cold feet.

“Better?” She asked me.

I nodded. “Thanks! Where’s Fr… Daddy?”

“Daddy’s at work; he decided not to take paternal leave right now. So I took a few weeks of maternity leave, so I don’t have to go to work until after you start your orientation… well, I could take off more than that, but what’s the point?” She smiled at me.

“You get maternity leave…?” I asked, shocked.

“You’re my new baby; of course I do!” She giggled like that was an idiotic question. Her behavior was slightly different this morning, but she was still being sweet so far, so I just went with the flow. I was placed on the ground for a moment and watched her repack my diaper bag with the correct size of diapers. I was grateful to see that she only put the regular Pampers and a couple of the thinner diapers inside. Next, she filled my large sippy cup back up with juice and handed it to me to hold two-handed as she carried me to the garage and set me in my carrier.

“What’s the outside of the house look like?” I asked as she buckled me into the harness.

“Oh, that’s right, you still haven’t seen… I’ll show you when we get back?” She asked.

I nodded and watched her close my door and walk to her side of the car. With a press of a button above her, the garage door opened, leaving me squinting my eyes with the sudden exposure to daylight. She carefully pulled out of their driveway and slowly drove down the road. I was just able to catch a quick glimpse of their house, though. It looked like a beautiful and expensive suburban home with a nice lawn. I couldn’t see many details, though, before it quickly passed from sight. Bored, I began to slowly nurse at the sippy cup of juice and probably had finished a quarter of it when she stopped.

Our first destination was apparently like a Walmart with a different name, ValuMart. She pulled me out of the carrier and carried me a short distance to where a cart lay unused. As she strapped me into the cart’s seat, she asked, “I assume you’d rather sit here than in your carrier?”

I nodded, “I can see this way.”

“Well, just remember where we are... If I feel like you’re about to say something you shouldn’t, I’ll plunk a pacifier in your mouth. If you can’t control yourself before that, please find that thumb of yours,” she told me.

“It’s not going to be that bad, is it…?” I asked.

She shrugged, “We could run into friends here. Just go with the flow, please.”

I was really nervous then, but I was determined to face anything to attend college here. As Amanda pushed the cart towards the entrance, I noticed that even though the seat was designed for babies, I still felt like it was too big for me. Right away when we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by a store meant for giants and filled with giants. Most people inside seemed to be stay-at-home mothers with a mixture of real, ‘Little’ babies and preschool-age children in their baskets. One mom had her Little suspended from her neck with a sling and was openly breastfeeding her while nonchalantly talking to another lady.

I couldn’t help but stare at the size of the exposed breast and looked up at Amanda’s set as she looked down at me. I turned red, but she merely smiled without saying anything. Our destination was evident as we headed straight for the baby section. Amanda had just started looking up and down at the selection of bottles when I heard, “Oh hi Doctor Westerfield!!!” from a giant girl who appeared to not be much older than I was.

“Hi, Jennifer!” She told her and gave her a hug.

“Oh my god, she’s adorable! Is she yours?!?” this new girl said suddenly close to me. “She’s sooo tiny!!!!”

“We just adopted her yesterday,” Amanda told her.

“How old are you?” She asked me.

I looked up at Amanda, and she nodded, “Eighteen.”

“Going on three months,” Amanda added.

“I believe that… Are you going to…?” the girl asked almost accusingly.

Amanda shook her head, “We’re taking care of Princess Stacy’s needs, but we’re not going to mutilate her. She’s even going to start attending the university in a couple weeks.”

Jennifer sighed, “I’m glad to hear that. I hate the way my mom treats Lily.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Oh, Lily’s out of wipes,” she said and held up some generic baby wipes. “If I don’t get her some, Mom will probably just leave her poop on her bottom until her next bath… whenever that would be.”

My eyes opened in shock at that, and once again, I was grateful for a friendly giant. “That’s horrible…” Amanda said.

“Yeah, it is. Maybe I’ll be in some of your classes, Stacy?” She smiled at me. “Let me know if you ever need a babysitter,” she told Amanda. “See you later! Bye-bye, Princess!” she waved the last part at me like you would a real baby.

I blushed and shook a bit as I felt Amanda gently put her hand on my head. “You’re okay; if we had to run into one of my students, she was definitely the best one. She is much more like me than most.”

I nodded silently and watched as she began looking at bottles. I found myself turning sideways the best I could to see what she was doing. “Need help, ma’am?” a helpful store employee asked.

“Just trying to pick out a smaller bottle for her. I never dreamed I would adopt a Little so tiny. She can’t hold up a full-size nurser.”

“Ah well, that makes sense. Do you want to breastfeed too?”

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