Chapters 12 and 13 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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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 12: Messages
 

MEGAN LEFT SHORTLY after dinner with a promise to see us soon and keep my existence secret from the rest of their family. After a quick diaper change, I had then been deposited on the floor in my nursery.

I was debating what I was going to do when Fred brought a baby gate from somewhere and secured it to my doorway. “Really?” I asked.

He laughed, “This is one of those things the protection agency would look for if they ever come to check on our house. So Amanda asked me to pick one up on my way to work.”

The gate was secured to the outer edge of the doorframe. Since the door swung in, you could close the door and leave it in place as it had its own gate that swung open or closed. Fred left it closed and the door open when he left a moment later, leaving me caged in my room. I walked over to my desk and got on my laptop.

There was a message from my parents,

Hi Stacy,

So, they thought you were a girl? I bet you have a really pretty nursery… We didn’t make any deals on that front, so I hope everything’s okay? Or at least you’re okay with the consequences? We knew when you decided to take this adventure, you would be taking a huge risk of anything being possible!

I sighed, ‘if I show up with a vagina, I don’t think they’ll freak too much.’

We’re just glad that you’re safe and still okay. Please keep writing us, we promise to intervene if the contract is breached.

By the way, Gabby came by yesterday; she wants pictures! I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I think if she were there, she’d probably be jumping to be your Amazon mommy.

‘That’s just weird…’ I thought, ‘But yep, I bet she would!’

Write soon, we love you so very much,

Love Mom and Dad

 

I sighed and looked down at the romper I had been wearing all day and let myself go pee in the diaper some. I watched the padding swell as I did so and couldn’t help but think about Elena’s diaper change by Gaby this summer… ‘Mom’s right; Gaby would jump on babying me in a heartbeat!’

The romper left my legs exposed, and I noticed for the first time the hair on my arms and the stubble on my legs seemed more than a little out of place for a supposed girl... let alone a baby. I knew decisions would have to be made on that and my boy parts very soon. I ignored thinking about that for a moment, though, and began writing a reply. As I started the letter, I used a couple safe key phrases that sounded innocuous before getting to the heart of the message,

Today I heard some things that make me really nervous… should something happen, I’m not sure it would be worth you attempting to enforce our contract… If I disappear, I would really love the idea of you coming for me like a knight on a white horse, but think it through carefully. The reason I worry is that there have been some new law changes from the past two years and several coming. In the likely circumstance that the new laws pass, anyone can be adopted by the first Amazon to touch them coming straight out of the portal.

It’s sick… it’s like a game to many of them! I would be in big trouble now if that law had already been on the books as another Amazon woman attempted to get me the second that I came out of the line in the terminal. If Amanda hadn’t immediately claimed me as her baby, this lady would have carted me off. While Amanda was dressing me in the changing room, that same lady showed up with a man fighting her tooth and nail! I watched as she spanked the living daylights out of him. He had to have been almost two feet taller than I am now too… She said things that made me sure he was taken straight to an orphanage or one of their etiquette schools.

Speaking of height… I shrank a lot more than expected this trip… waaaay more than last time! Last night when I messaged you, I just honestly thought everyone was so much taller than me - like I expected.

With Amanda being nearly eleven feet and Fred being almost eleven and a half feet tall, I didn’t think about it... Today at a doctor’s office, I was measured, and I discovered I shrank down to about thirty-nine inches...I know even in our world, I would be toddler-sized! Here I’m the size of an infant! We’re not sure if it’s related to a second trip, or it was caused by something else - for all I know, it could be some sort of control on the Amazon’s end to allow them to have better designer control on their Littles… not that they really need that as it is. I know without a doubt that I’m truly adorable by their standards and really in danger if left unattended. Dad, you might be okay with a second trip, but Mom, you might be doomed to shrink more like me too…

Amanda did take me today to get ‘adopted’ legally. With that, they put a chip in me like some pet… It hurt like hell! But supposedly, if I’m kidnapped, it’s not easy to remove. While I pretty much believe Fred and Amanda think of it that way, I’m sure most people think of it as a way to prevent a Little from escaping…

Please… I’m not sure it would be worth coming for me if something goes wrong. I also think it would be dangerous for me to make the trip home for vacations. We’ll talk a little more at the portal Friday, I guess, though.

I made sure a few more safe phrases were included before signing it,

Love,
Stacy

I felt a tear go down my face as I faced the reality of my circumstances. ‘If you have half a brain cell, you’ll go home and never come back at the first chance!’

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Amanda’s voice startled me.

I looked up at her form kneeling down beside me and wondered if she had read my e-mail as I typed it. It really didn’t matter if she did; I had written under the assumption that she and the authorities would all read it. I had been a little more open on my thoughts about them than maybe I should, but it was all stuff that should have been mostly protected by free speech clauses - even here in this dimension.

I shook my head and answered, “No, I’m pretty sure this whole thing was the dumbest thing ever done by a teenager on their way to college ever!” I shuddered, “I didn’t really consider how the laws would change… and how much I would change. The last time I visited, I was still nearly my real size. I would be a toddler even in our world at this size… here I’m an infant! Am I going to be able to even walk to classes?” I said even softer, “Will I even be allowed to walk to class…?”

Amanda took me in her arms and cuddled me for a long moment before kissing the top of my head, “Princess, we promised you you’ll leave this world with a degree and your mind intact and able to walk. I intend to keep that promise no matter what!”

“I hope you can keep that,” I told her.

“I will,” she said with another squeeze. “Now, I think that diapee could wait a bit longer, but it’s definitely past time for Princess Stacy to have a bath!”

I smiled at that and asked, “Can I have bubbles at least?”

“Can you have bubbles?” She pretended to be angry, but I could tell already when she was joking, “You want bubbles?” She began tickling me mercilessly, and there was definitely a steady stream of urine joining what I had peed before.

I giggled, “Please?”

“Please, what?” She said, slightly out of breath, “Keep tickling you?”

I giggled more and said, “Please stop?”

My hair had come undone in spots, and several strands blocked my vision. I managed to put my hand up to pull them back then as Amanda said, “I guess I’ll stop… but bubbles?”

“You said I’m a princess! Princesses have to have bubbles,” I said, playing along a bit.

“You are so adorable,” she hugged me again and said, “Okay, you can have bubbles.”

There was the flash of a camera, and I looked up to see Fred holding an expensive-looking DSLR and a big smile. “Have to add to our wall downstairs!”

Amanda picked me up and carried me to the changing table, where she pulled out the hair ties first that had mostly come undone under her tickle attack anyways. She fingered the remaining braids loose before she quickly stripped me of my romper, diaper, and wiped me with a baby wipe. I was wrapped in a pink hooded towel before she carried me to the bathroom.

She left me standing next to the tub and began adding water and bubble bath to the monstrosity. I had no hope of seeing into the tub and guessed it was probably four feet in height. However, it seemed to be probably eight or so feet long too! That meant it could easily be a small swimming pool for me! Amanda must have felt very nervous about bathing me in such a large tub because it seemed like she probably hadn’t added nearly the capacity of water it could hold. When she picked me up and sat me in water, it only came up to my belly button as I sat down.

I looked up, “Can I have more water?”

She shook her head, “You know they say toddlers can drown in four inches of water here?”

“We say two back home,” I told her with a sigh.

“Really, you should be getting sink baths…” she said with her eyes showing their concern.

I made a face at that, “I can swim really well?”

She laughed, “Well, we’ll have to see about that soon! If you can swim without your water wings across the pool, I’ll let you have a few more inches,” she told me.

I smiled, “Okay.”

“Always the little deal maker, huh?” She asked me as she threw a rubber ducky and a couple other toys in the tub with me. She played with the bubbles and me for a few moments before grabbing a pink, bunny-shaped mitt and using baby soap to scrub my arms, legs, and everywhere in between extraordinarily well.

She had just finished that when she looked at me and said, “Stacy?”

I looked up, and she had a serious look, “What?”

She sighed, “I think we need to seriously talk about some things here.”

“What?” I asked nervously.

“Well, first of all, you must have shaved your legs and groin before you came?”

I blushed and nodded, “I had a feeling something would need to be done.”

“Well, I appreciate you did that, but I think you would be better off with something more permanent.”

My eyes opened wide, but I calmly asked, “What do you mean?”

‘You knew this would probably come…’ the voice inside my head reminded me.

“Well, there are some creams out there that supposedly make it all fall out and stay out. It never worked on Hannah, though…. Maybe they’ve improved in the last twenty years, but I think the better bet is still laser removal.”

I gulped, “completely permanent then?”

She nodded, “Would you consider it?”

I stared silently at her for a moment before asking, “where would we get that done?”

She shuddered a bit, “Well, probably at one of those centers or maybe at the university’s hospital.”

“Which is… safer?” I asked.

“Well, it depends. If you just want to go to one of the centers, I’ll pretend to make it seem like this is your big punishment and make them think I want to torture you with the other things later. Then, they’d probably leave you alone other than taunting.”

“And the hospital?”

“Well, that one only makes sense if you do something about that,” she said while pointing to where the water had cleared, and you could see my ‘something extra.’

Fred came in the room behind her then and had overheard her last part and sighed, “I asked a few questions today, and I think if you want to have a chance at your scholarship, you would be best to do it… and soon.”

I looked up at the towering man who really had given me every reason to trust him so far. “Do you have someone you can trust?”

He laughed, “I don’t trust anyone with Littles honestly… something about our psychology just makes us all crazy around you. But I have one friend who I know does outstanding work with his nanites. You’d be able to walk in and get an injection of nanites under anesthesia that would keep you asleep until they were done.”

“And that one would let me have babies myself someday?” I shuddered.

“In theory…” he nodded.

“Let me sleep on it?” I asked.

They both nodded and said, “No problems, baby,” Amanda said.

Fred left the room again, and Amanda said, “Okay, baby, close your eyes while I wash your hair!”

It was no tears shampoo, but I thought it was still a good idea to close my eyes! She rubbed shampoo into every inch of my hair before rinsing it out with a cup thing. “Where’s my princess?” She cooed at me when she was done. I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

Not long after that, she pulled the drain stop from the tub and wrapped me back in a hooded towel with a face on it. I was amazed at the amount of time she let me go without a diaper right then as she had me brush my teeth first before laying me back on the changing table. Next, a nighttime diaper with stars and moons was pulled out from underneath the table. After I watched her unfold it, she grabbed my ankles and lifted my butt off the table and onto the new diaper. I tried to sit as still as possible while she rubbed some lotion and powder into my skin, but couldn’t help but physically react to her touch. My blush extended from my toes to my hair!

After she taped it shut, she sat me up and worked my hair with a towel for a moment before picking up a blow dryer. The sound startled me with how loud it was, and I jumped.

“Awww… did I scare you, baby?” She asked as she flipped it back off and hugged me.

“Is that a Jet engine!?!” I shouted at her when she turned the dryer back on. She just laughed at me some more.

The air felt good as she bushed through my hair and dried it carefully. Finally, she braided it all into a loose braid and tied it off when she finished. ‘That part at least is relaxing,’ I admitted to myself.

“Sleepy yet?” She asked me.

“Not really,” I told her, wondering what her response would be.

“Why don’t we go downstairs then, and we’ll watch TV for a bit with Daddy.”

“Is that safe?” I asked while thinking of what she had told me.

“The shows we watch are.”

“Okay,” I said before asking, “Aren’t you going to put something else on me first, though?”

“What? A diapee is plenty!” She told me.

I sensed though she was feeling out where I felt my boundary actually was. “Please, may I have pajamas, Mommy?”

She smiled, “If you were being a brat, I would say no, but I can’t say no to sweetness and a polite princess like that!”

She sat me down on the floor, and I wobbled for a second before sitting down. The diaper was just too thick to stand easily! I watched as she went to a drawer and grabbed a onesie that looked different than any I had seen before on a baby. It had an extra panel coming over to the left of it with snaps in addition to the crotch. It was light purple for the main fabric, with tiny bands of dark purple on the outer seams. “What’s that?”

I asked from my seat. Amanda sat down on the floor next to me and said, “I’d never seen this style until today, but it’ll make changing nighttime diapers a lot easier!” She smiled at me.

I saw up close as she opened it and slid my arms through the sleeves that everything else unbuttoned easily to get it all out of the way to change me without taking it off of me. “Lay down real quick, sweetie,” she told me with a smile and pushed me back down on my back.

Many quick snaps later, and I was in a t-shirt… sort of. I looked down at the bottom and how much the diaper pushed out the material. You could just see the frill of the leg gathers on either side, and I was sure by giant standards I was adorable. I held my arms in the universal ‘pick me up’ motion, and Amanda obliged me. I watched as she grabbed a cloth on the way out the door and put it on her shoulder.

Downstairs I sat watching TV, sitting her lap on the couch while she cuddled into Fred’s side. We watched the entire length of a TV show with him occasionally playing with both of our hair. The show itself was a really bad detective romp that reminded me of a Law and Order episode. Like back home, every now and then, commercials would come on. Amanda often covered my ears with her hand and her body so I couldn’t hear or see what was going on in those. The first time I asked ‘why,’ she explained that it might have some subliminal messages since it was a product for Littles.

I nodded at that then. At the end of the show, Amanda turned me to face her, “I think it’s time for night-night.”

I groaned but couldn’t deny I was sleepy, so I nodded.

“Let’s get you filled up first,” she said with a smile as she pulled her blouse down and revealed her breast and nipple to me.

I looked briefly at Fred at her side, and he just smiled and nodded, “go ahead, baby girl.”

I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth again. I was once again rewarded with the tasty liquid after an initial suckle. Just as before, I felt like I couldn’t possibly get enough and kept suckling quickly. When that breast ran dry, I kept nursing on autopilot before she tickled my jaw again and lay me on her shoulder with the cloth.

‘Why’s she stopping?!?’ I felt a part of my brain cry out, ‘I’m not done!’

My awareness returned only slightly, and I understood what was going on as she patted my back, and I burped twice before she wiped my mouth and placed me at her other breast. I was happy again as I nursed, and this time as I stopped feeling the liquid entering my mouth, I just kept nursing, and she let me. I went to sleep like that, feeling very safe and contented.

 

Chapter 13: Deciding
 

I WOKE UP in my dark nursery and found I was swaddled so tightly in a blanket that I couldn’t move. I sighed, ‘This is annoying!’ Of course, I knew of the concept of swaddling from her attempt before, so I at least guessed that was the problem.

With my arms and body unable to move with the blanket so tightly wrapped around my body, I began to wonder how in the world I would have a chance at running away from crazy giants if I ever needed to. I quickly checked to ensure the Switch was still in my bag before getting on my computer yesterday. If they asked about it, I would just tell them it was a portable device and not even explain its connection to a TV. I feared if I left it with Amanda, she would have her nerdy need to take it apart, and the next thing I would know, she would find the gun!

‘What the hell do I do about my gender?’ I asked myself. I was really disturbed by the situation I’d found myself in there.

I knew without a doubt, based on my conversation with the Little on the trip before, that giants only gave you one chance - if you were lucky - to prove that you were an adult. So, in theory, by being ‘mature enough’ to wear a diaper, I avoided that pitfall, and further away from being declared a victim of ‘maturosis.’ At least using a diaper to pee in wasn’t going to land me in an orphanage! Especially since I looked to already have a loving ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’

However, the chance of them saying that ‘Stacy Slane’ registered as a girl and lied as a reason to renege on the scholarship seemed not unlikely. All it would take is one professor or a student trying to be helpful by changing my wet diaper… and then it could be all over… I could guess that a liar would probably be seen as the most immature form of a Little.

‘Did I really have much of a life as a boy?’ I asked myself. I was still a virgin, having never even had a girlfriend long enough to even consider going all the way with her. The most I had ever done was with Kelly in seventh grade at the school dance… when she kissed me on the lips. By the next day, I was forgotten, though, and she was going out with Greg then.

‘Let’s say I let them do this… and I can have kids… and I go back home…’

The possibilities of being a girl in my world weren’t terrifying. Really fifty percent of the population survived just fine. So I would probably be able to go on to whatever future I wanted. I’d probably even have no end of guys wanting to date me after they did whatever it was with me. ‘Having my own diapered babies to breastfeed wouldn’t be a bad thing,’ I admitted to myself.

‘Okay, so you got yourself in this mess already… might as well see it through,’ I gave myself a pep talk.

Right then, I felt something in my stomach and had only a moment of time to wonder about the cramp before I realized I needed to poop badly! It felt like I needed to pee a lot, too… so I released a little bit of that, hoping it would help with not going poop in the diaper. The plan was doomed to failure, though, as my stomach suddenly cramped up terribly, and I felt a liquefied mush enter the back of my diaper.

I lay stunned for a moment, wondering what the hell to do. ‘Call Amanda,’ a part of me said.

I groaned as the mush had nowhere really to go, and I whimpered out, “Mommy!” a few dozen times. Then, finally, the light turned on, and a sleepy-looking Amanda rolled in.

“What’s wrong…?” she started to say before saying, “never mind, baby girl, let’s get you all nice and clean.”

I whimpered as she undid the swaddled blanket, and I watched her face wince as she said, “Well, looks like you had a bit of a blowout here, sweetie. Eew…”

It was the first time I saw something that actually made her look sick. She picked me up by my armpits and kept me at arm’s length until she got to the changing table. Apparently, the cute outfit was a lost cause from what little I could see before she buckled me onto the table. Poop had escaped my supposedly indestructible diaper and made it all over it and my legs and everything else.

I whimpered some more, “It’s gross,” I said, and she found a pacifier and pushed it in my mouth.

“Shhhh… it’s okay, baby girl; Mommy’s going to get you all nice and cleaned up.”

To clean me up, she must have used nearly an entire package of wipes! By the time she cleaned me up and put a new diaper and outfit on me, she had her own share of poo on her sleeve that she made a face about. I guessed the changing table cover was a lost cause until it could go in the washing machine too. She picked me off of the table and sat me down in the glider, saying, “Just stay there while I clean up your crib, baby.”

I wiped sleet from my eyes as I watched her take the quilt she had swaddled me out of the crib, made a face, and then pulled the sheet off too. Then, finally, those plus my outfit were walked out the door down to the laundry room.

I sat there and watched the door sleepily and listened to the sounds of closing doors and what was probably the washing machine starting. Then, finally, I heard Amanda climb the stairs again and run to their bedroom before she came back up in a robe, “Well, you sure were a messy baby! You feel better now?”

I nodded.

“Any idea why?”

“Nerves,” I told her, “if I get really nervous, my stomach does that.”

“What are you nervous about?” She asked me.

I just laughed, “You’re kidding, right?”

She sighed and nodded, “I can’t even imagine, actually.”

“Then why perpetuate what amounts to enforced slavery with me as a guest? Couldn’t I, in theory, just wear training pants?”

She sat holding me thoughtfully, pushing the chair back and forth for a few silent moments before answering, “Because I’m certain of one thing, Stacy, after these two days…”

“What?”

“I have already grown to love you, and I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you. If that means keeping you in diapers for your protection, having you sleep in a crib, even embarrassing you every now and then, I’ll do it. You’re smart, and I don’t want to see another Amazon put out the fire in your mind.”

I looked at her and sighed, “Thanks, I guess.”

“So, what had you up?”

“Well, I told you I would think about something and give you an answer in the morning… Is this morning?”

She laughed, “It’s 3am, so yes, technically.”

“Speaking of time… would you please get me a clock?”

She looked thoughtfully around the room, “Let me find one that matches the nursery. Then, I’ll see what I can do. So, you were saying…?”

I sighed and hoped I wouldn’t regret this, “Setup the procedure, just please let me be able to have babies of my own when I go home.”

She hugged me tightly and placed her chin on my head, “I promise.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I noticed then that her robe had come open, and her breast was bare just inches from my face. ‘Why not?’

For the second time that night, I nursed myself to sleep.

 

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to Amanda gently rubbing my belly. “Hi, baby girl!” She said in a happy cooing voice, “It’s time to get up!”

I groaned and tried to sit up, but that was made really difficult by a thick swollen diaper. “Might be something to the theory of your milk making us incontinent,” I told her, “I haven’t wet the bed since I was four, according to my mom.”

“I’m sure your late-night snack probably didn’t help, huh?” She said with a smile.

She picked me up and carried me downstairs to my highchair, and I found a treat of eggs and bacon. “What’s the occasion?” I asked her, remembering her mention that would only be special days.

“Well, you agreed to go ahead with the nanite procedure… and happily nursed from me… and well, you’re just like the perfect Little!” She squealed as she put a spoonful of eggs in my mouth.

“Thanks,” I muttered with my full mouth. Amanda let me feed myself the two big strips of bacon before pulling me out of the high chair with my bib still on.

“Let’s finish breakfast, huh?” She suggested.

She carried me into the living room and sat in Fred’s recliner with me in her lap. “What if I’m full?” I asked.

“Well, if you’re too full for all of it, I’ll pump what’s left,” she told me.

I nodded, “Thanks,” I said before adding, “How many eggs was that?”

She laughed, “Not even one! I made three and probably gave you half of one?”

I gulped, “how can birds that size exist?”

She laughed and said, “Come on, here’s Mommy’s booby.”

The nipple of her beast uncovered, I found myself to have even less hesitation than I had yet as I latched on and nursed. She burped me after her first breast, and I had only nursed for a few moments on her left breast when I just couldn’t take anymore.

I pulled my head away and said, “Sorry, Mommy, I’m full.”

“Well, thank you, baby, for eating so good! Stay in your playpen for me while I go pump what you didn’t drink.”

I sat in the playpen with a very soggy diaper. The already ridiculously thick diaper had swollen to the point I would never be able to stand. I looked around and crawled over to a new toy that had been added to the playpen. It was some sort of cube toy obviously meant for a baby to press buttons. Having nothing else to do, I pushed some buttons at the top shaped like a cow, a cat, a dog, and a chicken. When I pressed them, I was ‘rewarded’ with the sound of a cow mooing, and the toy told me ‘Cows moo!’, etc.

I sighed and had to admit it was actually kind of a cute toy. As I looked at another side, it seemed to have some maracas, cymbals, and a drum. The cymbals had to be slid together to crash them. The maracas sounded when you did the same, while the drum made a snare drum sound when you pressed it. The following side had letters that flipped on a bar to an Apple, a Ball, a Cat, or a Dog to help ‘teach’ me the letters.

“You’re sooo adorable!” Amanda said a while later. “Do you like your new toy? Daddy got it for you yesterday.”

I sighed, “If I was actually an infant, I would probably love it. But, if you make me play with it for hours, I will go out of my mind!”

She laughed and picked me up, “Let’s change that icky diapee and get you dressed for your big day!”

A pacifier was shoved in my mouth before I could say anything, so I just nursed it and waited for her to want to talk again. “Looks like someone wasn’t over her nerves this morning…” she said to me as she opened up the diaper and quickly wiped me with some wipes before laying my butt back down on a clean regular baby diaper.

“Hmm… you have some red spots here, baby; I’m going to put some rash cream on it to keep you from being miserable. If you feel like you have any poopy in your diaper today, make sure and tell me so we can keep you from developing a bad rash.”

I nodded around the pacifier as she kept manipulating my legs and body for me. It was so weird and unnerving not only to have someone see you completely naked but also to be able to so easily manipulate your body. Feeling like an adult was the furthest thing from possibility as someone rubbed cream on your butt!

“Okay, there we go, baby,” she said as she taped up the diaper. “Now, let’s find you a beautiful outfit for today!”

She went looking through her small numbers of purchases after having left me strapped on the table and soon had a purple organza dress in her hand on a hanger that she pulled a pair of bloomers clipped on it off too. While I continued to be strapped down on the table, she worked the bloomers over the top of the diaper. Finally, she undid the strap and sat me up, saying, “Arms up like a ballerina for Mommy!”

I groaned, put my hands up, and let her carefully slide the dress down over my head. She tied a bow in the back and said, “Well, looks like the Princess is going to look beeaaaauutiful today!”

I blushed and kept sucking on the pacifier.

“Well, let’s take care of her hair next… I really probably should cut this to a bob or something, so it looks like a real baby’s?”

I shook my head, “Please don’t cut it off,” I said while taking my pacifier out.

She put it back in and said, “That’s a Mommy decision, baby,” she told me, but smiled, “but don’t worry, I can’t see myself doing that. I’m going to have too much fun playing with your hair each day!”

She picked me up in one arm and held a hairbrush and some ribbon she had precut in the other. I was carried to the glider, where she sat me facing away from her in the chair. She brushed out my sleep-braided hair for several minutes before beginning to do something else with it. “This morning, your daddy called a colleague about you,” she told me.

“And?” I muttered around the pacifier. I knew it had to sound cute, and she giggled.

“And… he can work you in today. Apparently, they have a new version of the nanites that need a little bit of coding that we’re going to do in exchange for the treatment being free.”

I tried to turn to look at her, but she said, “Keep that head forward, sweetie, I’m working back here still. Use your words…” she pulled the pacifier from my mouth then.

I sighed, “What exactly will this do to me?”

“Well, these nanites are state-of-the-art technology. So their possibilities are limitless, but we’re going to just work with their gender adjustment system and hair follicles system.”

“What else can they change?” I asked.

She sighed, “The sky’s the limit probably... I know for a fact a couple months ago, he used it on another Little to reduce their size and rid them of some pesky breasts that they were growing! The research centers use some of the technology to make Littles crawl only – or remove even that ability. It’s supposedly a more humane way to take teeth out.”

I started at those and tried to turn, but she kept a firm hold on my head and the braid she was working on. “But…”

“That’s part of why I am agreeing to work on the coding here… If we both look through the source carefully, hopefully, we can make everything safer.”

I shuddered, “That could be a lot of code for something like that?”

“Most of the settings are in one file they told me. But we’ll both look through everything else as carefully as we can. We’ll have until three when we’re supposed to show up at the hospital.”

“I’ll be safe?” I asked, feeling my eyes wet.

“This is safer than any other way I know…” she said.

“And I’ll be a girl?”

“That’s the plan… unless you changed your mind?” She asked.

“No,” I told her, “seems to be the only way. Besides this way, you get to play with my hair, right? As a boy, you’d have to shave it all off, I’m guessing.

She laughed, “I wouldn’t, but you’re right.”

A while later, she finished what she was doing and said, “Ready to see yourself, Princess?”

I nodded and turned to face her, “Please.”

She stood up and walked me over to a mirror on the door, and I gasped out loud. My hair really was too long for a normal infant as it usually hung past my shoulders. Amanda had braided it tightly to hide its length, and now it looked like two miniature bunches coming off the top with purple bows to match my dress. If I was an adult looking at the girl in the mirror, I would have to say the oldest she could be was a preschooler. The dress puffed out, and you could easily see the diaper bloomers underneath. It was embarrassing, but there was no doubt I made a very beautiful-looking Little.

I turned and hugged her, “Thanks for making me pretty,” I told her.

“I never have to make you pretty. You’re already that!” Amanda told me with a smile and a kiss on my head. “They were supposed to send me a link to those files. How about we go downstairs and take a look at them on Mommy’s computer?”

“Can we bring mine too?” I asked her, “I might be able to open it in something and help look?”

She laughed, “We can always try!”

 

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