Chapters 24 and 25 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 24: Hi Mom...
 

AMANDA WOKE ME about thirty minutes later and changed me into another diaper with a frilly diaper cover. I thought maybe she would have dressed me a bit more mature to reassure my parents that I was safe, but she seemed inclined to dress me entirely as the baby girl she thought I was. It was a pretty yellow dress with ruffles and embroidery detail that clearly indicated it was not a cheap dress either! More to the point, it fit me even better than anything else had yet in the bodice, with the fabric firmly gripping my flat chest. Unfortunately, the skirt was only just long enough to cover my diaper cover if I stood still and didn’t bend over. I squirmed on the table, wanting to look at myself in the mirror.

“Hold on, baby, I’ll let you see in a few moments,” she told me and pushed me back down to the changing table in a seated position. She found some cute ankle socks with frilly lace on them that were pulled up to my ankles before adding some black shoes that she said, “Here are your Mary Janes,” with a smile.

I looked down at the shoes and saw they had quite a bit of shine and weren’t exactly the most comfortable feeling shoes. I frowned, and Amanda saw it, “What’s wrong?”

“They’re not comfortable,” I told her.

“Of course not; they’re for looks, not comfort. There probably isn’t a Little or Amazon your size in our world that needs to walk and can fit into those.”

I sighed, “Please may I have a different pair?”

She looked at me and frowned, “Do they hurt?”

“They’re pinching; even if I don’t walk, I’ll probably have a blister in a few hours.”

“Stay there,” she told me. I watched as she dug around in the closet for a moment and came back with a pair of white sandals with a flower coming from the top in the same leather. She looked at me for a moment and removed the socks before putting the sandals on instead.

I flexed my foot and toes for a moment before nodding, “Thank you, those are much better.”

“You must have an odd-shaped foot,” she looked sad.

“Those other shoes are for Amazon infants?” I asked.

“So are those sandals,” she said.

“My feet are those of an adult; they’re probably shaped way differently with the weight I’ve put on it from years of walking on them. I know there are different positions for tendons as you grow out of infancy too.”

She nodded, “I guess we’ll have to see if we can get your future shoes in the Littles department… that may be really tough, though, with your tiny feet.”

I nodded and let her pick me up and take me to the glider, where she sat down with me in her lap and began playing with my hair. I was half sure she would do something like she had before with bunching it up and hiding the length, but instead, she left it mostly loose except two small braids that came from the front to the back and held my hair out of my face. She added a half-ponytail and a large bow that matched my dress.

“May I see?” I asked.

“Sure, sweetie,” she told me and, to my surprise, let me down to my own two feet and, with a light pat to my diaper, directed me to the mirror.

I was able to walk surprisingly easily in the much more comfortable sandals and thinner diaper, over to the mirror, and stared at my reflection. The girl in front of me looked to be not quite three with the dress and the hairstyle. My diaper was actually hidden from view by the dress’s skirt unless I moved side-to-side. The actual skirt of the dress was quite full and flared out as I wiggled. I gave an experimental twirl just for curiosity and watched my diaper cover come into full view as the skirt flew up. At least it didn’t look like I was abused for my parents’ sanity, I guess. But, of course, we all knew diapers were a given coming to this dimension, so it would have even been okay for them to see those. ‘Dad’s going to give me so much crap someday if I ever make it back home!’

“So, what do you think?” Amanda asked, standing above me.

I turned and looked up at her and shrugged, “Well, there’s no doubts about my status in your family…”

She picked me up and hugged me, “I’m sorry if it feels like I’m rubbing in everything.”

I sighed, “It’s fine, I agreed to it. How am I going to have a chance at college, though?”

“Trust me, we’ll get you taken care of. First, we need you to see what it’s like now to be a baby, and then we’ll start helping you to avoid maturity mistakes next week. We don’t want you being accused of having a case of maturosis!”

‘Maturity mistakes? Maturosis?’ I wondered to myself and recalled the conversation that had given me every bit of intel I’d been given.

‘No matter what, don’t let an Amazon call your maturity into question! The second it is you can guarantee they’ll scoop you up, diaper you, send you to an etiquette school, and you’ll get to drool for the rest of your life.’

I just nodded to her as I didn’t have an actual response. “What now?”

“Well, now we’re going to meet Daddy at the Port, and then we’ll get dinner somewhere.”

I nodded and held my arms up, and invited her to pick me up. I was soon comfortably being carried downstairs and sat down on the couch while she made sure the diaper bag was filled with what she needed.

While I waited, I couldn’t help but get nervous about the fact I was going to see my parents shortly in a dress, diapered, and that it would be obvious I was now a babied Little. Everything that really could possibly go ‘wrong’ with a visit to this dimension had so far. I was being breastfed regularly, well on my way to losing my continence, dressed in baby clothes, and finally found myself now a girl when I left a boy.

“What was I thinking?” I quietly asked myself.

“What’s that, Stacy?” Amanda asked, surprising me with her presence.

“Nothing,” I said to her.

She had the diaper bag over one shoulder and picked me up, “Come here, baby,” she said soothingly. “Are you nervous about your parents seeing you?”

My face looked at hers closely, and I nodded, “This is going to be really embarrassing.”

She squeezed me, “You knew what you were getting into, Stacy,” she reminded me.

I nodded and sighed, “Yes, I did… Can you…”

“Can I what?”

“Can you just try not to rub it in my face and theirs?”

She looked at me, “I thought for a moment you were going to ask something silly like not wear a diaper or something…” she walked towards the garage and suddenly paused at the door handle and kissed my head, “I will do my best not to make it worse than it has to be.”

“Thanks,” I told her.

“I know it may be hard to believe, but we really are going to try and make things easier for you as we go here.”

I nodded, “Thanks. I really do appreciate you taking me in… this just seems even more embarrassing knowing my parents are going to see me like this.”

“Can’t be much of a shock,” she said as she opened my car door.

“Umm… how do you get that?”

“Well, you’re their baby; they already saw you in your diapers and everything, right?”

“Not the dress…”

“Maybe not that,” she agreed with a smile. “I can have you on the conference in just your diaper if that would make you feel better?”

I squirmed as she tickled my leg, having just latched the car seat, “The dress is fine!”

“Here, why don’t you suck on your paci while we drive…” she told me as she inserted a pacifier into my mouth and closed the door. I watched as much as I could through the mirror and my limited view as she opened the garage door, backed out, and drove down the road in reverse of the trip we took the first day at first. She ended up taking some different turns, though and I soon felt lost since I didn’t have a good view of the road.

Just when I had reached the point of being bored, though, she came to a stop in front of a building that I remembered traveling through. Amanda came around my side door and unbuckled me before carrying me towards the building.

“Amanda!” I heard Fred’s voice, and I turned to see him waving at us from the front of the building just in front of the automatic doors.

“There’s Daddy!” She said to me with a high-pitched coo.

I groaned internally but just put my head against her shoulder and looked around. I’d just been here a few days before, but I couldn’t help but notice all of the activity going around. As we approached the doors, a group of tourists was getting off of a bus with their guide. I saw one man complaining about the tour guide, “Did she really have to put me in that kind of car seat? That strap was damn uncomfortable, and I nearly got car sick facing the rear!”

A teenager with the group looked frantically from side to side but held a man I assumed was her dad. “Dad, can we get out of here already? I hate this damn diaper, and I don’t want to spend another minute in it!”

“Sweetheart, they warned you not to separate from the group,” a woman next to her told her. “You’re just lucky we found you before you were adopted out.”

“Will I still need them when…?” I heard her voice fade away as Amanda carried me closer to Fred. He hugged us both, kissed her on the mouth, and then me on the forehead.

“Ready for this, Stacy?” He asked.

I shrugged, “No.”

He smiled at me and said, “You look beautiful, and it’ll be fine, Princess.”

We had just walked through some metal detector-looking devices at the door when a loud shrill noise sounded. Security guards immediately approached us, “Excuse me, is this your daughter?” They seemed to have their hands ready to draw pistols at their sides, and I felt my eyes widen.

Amanda answered calmly, “Yes, she is. We’re here to make a trans-dimensional video call.”

“We’ll need to verify your identities before you can move past here,” he said.

“That’s fine, officer. Do you have your reader?” Amanda replied.

He held out a wand, and suddenly I felt my butt presented to him as a quick beep sounded on the device, and I was turned just in time to see my information pop up on his screen. My name, age, and their names were presented on the screen. “I need to see some photo IDs,” he told them.

Both Fred and Amanda pulled them out, and he looked at them before nodding, “You’re cleared. Thanks for your patience - we can’t have Littles making a run for it if they’ve been legally adopted. We worry if they get here, they might try to escape to another dimension.”

“No problems, officer, we understand,” Fred told him.

I had just sat numbly in Amanda’s arms the whole time of this encounter. Escape clearly wasn’t as easy as making it to this place and hopping through the portal… ‘I really have got myself into a scary situation!’ I admitted to myself while remembering what everyone had said about the chip when I first got there. ‘Maybe I could reprogram the chip… it’s the same password as the Wi-Fi router...’

I became aware of where I was as we approached a desk labeled ‘Trans-Dimensional Communication’ and a smiling woman. “Can I help you?”

“We have a reservation for a video conference room? Westerfield?”

She typed for a second and said, “Yes, I have you here. If I can just see your ID and credit card, we’ll get you all set up. Do you need us to take your daughter to a playroom while you take care of business?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. We’re just taking our baby girl to talk to her parents in the other dimension.”

The lady smiled, “Ooh, that’s cruel. Letting them see their daughter is now a baby? I love it! What did she do to deserve that?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Amanda said as she seemed to mean it to me too and squeezed me in a gentle hug.

“You’re going to be in conference room sixteen. Follow this hallway down the red line, and you’ll find it on the right. This card will open it for you. You have up to an hour allotted for your call.”

“Thanks,” Amanda said, and we walked forward to the room we were assigned.

She held the card near a reader at the door, and the door opened to a room that looked like a bigger version of the ones back home. The door closed behind us, and she sat me down on my feet on the table. “I don’t think we can leave the room without the workers here getting suspicious, Stacy… but we did bring some headphones and promise to not allow ourselves to hear if you need to have a private moment,” Fred said to me.

I looked up at him and nodded, “I think I would appreciate that. You can wait a little bit on that, though.”

Amanda took a moment to fiddle with my hair and dress, apparently trying to make me look perfectly cared for… I couldn’t help but feel like my nerves were getting the best of me as I thought of the response from my dad in just a few short moments. ‘What are they going to say?’

I was shaking as a large screen that seemed to take the entire wall in front of the table turned on then with the text, ‘Incoming Call Answer?’

Amanda did something, and suddenly my parents’ faces were in view on the other side. “Hi Mom, hi Dad,” I said.

Both of my parents seemed frozen in place as they got a good look at their son.

 
 
Chapter 25: Drastic and Crazy
 

DAD REACTED FIRST, saying, “Oh my God!” and looking like he was trying not to laugh and was horrified at the same time.

Mom looked at me silently for a moment before saying, “Stacy?”

I was blushing brightly as I nodded.

“Well, you do make an adorable little girl at least,” Mom said after staring at me speechless for a long moment.

I sighed, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Mom’s eyes seemed to narrow at my image, like I had just been busted for lying about something, “What happened to your cheeks, though?”

Amanda waved at them and said, “I apologize; that’s a side effect of a process we thought we had in hand to make her able to stay in school here.”

“What did you do to our son?” Dad asked, less inclined to be blasé about the new detail.

“Dad, Mom, it was something I agreed to. And she said we thought we had it in hand.” I groaned and wrung my hands for a second before continuing, “I told you in that last email that my name caused problems. Both the Westerfield’s and Emerson believed I was a girl.”

“I still can’t believe you and your dad convinced me to name him that!” Mom glanced angrily at Dad.

“Sorry, if three generations of us had already been stuck with the name, what was one more?”

I sighed and said, “Look, what was done eighteen years ago doesn’t matter now.” They both looked skeptically at me, but I continued, “Things were dangerous when we were here last… but it was nothing compared to the way things are now. Littles are in much more peril of being adopted and turned into brainless drooling infants now...” My parents both looked more worried, but I pressed on, “Because I’d been registered as a girl, it would only take one person to lodge a complaint and claim I was in violation of the universities honor code, and I’d lose my scholarship.” I paused for a breath and shuddered, “I would probably at the least be shipped to a preschool instead… Or worst case, I would be removed from Amanda and Fred’s care and sent to an orphanage.”

Mom looked through the screen, “Is this true?”

I turned and looked at Fred, who nodded, “Yes, it is. As soon as we realized the mistake, I quietly made some inquiries and found that several Littles have been shipped off for violations like this.”

“I knew this was a mistake, Stacy!” Dad said before asking, “So just what did you do to him?”

“One of the departments at our hospital is using a new technology with nanites to be able to deliver care to Littles and make changes without things being quite so invasive.”

I shifted uncomfortably and just came out with it, “We edited the coding heavily first, but we used the nanites to make me a girl so I can remain in school.”

“You what?!?” Dad asked.

“I’m now a girl Dad, complete with the correct plumbing for those people who change my diapers to know I am. But, I told you in my last email we might have to do something.”

“But…” he stuttered.

“Is this permanent?” Mom asked.

I watched Amanda in a small video monitor box at the bottom corner of the screen nod, “In theory, you could inject Stacy with the nanites again, but I’m pretty sure that to do so would be really dangerous. Some nanites will still remain from the first batch, like a set of T Cells keeping watch for invaders. It’s quite likely that the two sets of nanites would battle inside of Stacy and kill her in the process.”

Both of my parents looked at me with horrified expressions for a long moment. Then, finally, Mom snapped out of it and asked, “You’re okay with this, Stacy?”

I shrugged, “Fifty percent of the world, including you, make it just fine as girls. I can do it too.”

“You’re okay though… other than that?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Other than having a different set of parts, nothing else is different than I expected. We knew that the babying was going to come with the territory.” I pulled at my skirt nervously; “at least if I’m stuck wearing dresses, I know I belong in them now.”

Mom looked at me before saying, “Did it do anything else?”

“I insisted on editing the file myself, with some help from Stacy, so that we could avoid surprises. We used the coding to improve her concentration and motor skills and reduce her need for sleep to match our longer days better. As far as we know, the only thing we missed was a routine in the programming that changed the placement of fat on her face. She’s got those adorable looking baby cheeks now,” she squeezed one of them gently, “but other than that, Stacy’s fine.”

“Actually, it should help her avoid being picked on as much sometimes too,” Fred added, “as a lot of people actually assume that she’s a real baby.”

Dad looked dumbfounded, and Mom just looked worried. “You’re really okay, Stacy?”

“Mostly… I mean, there’s no denying that taking a step back to infancy is one of the most embarrassing things that could ever happen… but in the short time I’ve been able to play with even their home technology, I’ve learned a lot. I knew this was a risk when I came here.”

“But a girl?” Dad asked.

I shrugged, “It’s not like I was having wild sex every night anyway, Dad.”

“You’d better not have been!” He told me with a stern look.

“How complete…?” Mom asked, semi-changing the subject.

Fred fielded the question, “She’s not going to have periods for now as her body is behaving as a pre-pubescent girl about age four hormonally.” He paused and added, “but if she is given a large dose of estrogen, she will begin developing breasts and menstruating as a normal girl her age would. I will give her that before she leaves.”

“So, she can get pregnant?” Dad asked nervously.

“Yes,” Fred said, “well… at least once she receives the shot and enters puberty.”

“You’re okay with that?” Dad asked incredulously as he glared through the screen at me.

I shrugged, “It beats one of the other options where I wouldn’t have been able to have kids. As drastic as this was, I still have options.”

As I stood there, I couldn’t help but feel like I really needed to pee and ended up just letting go. Mom stared at me for a moment and finally asked, “Did you just…?”

I grimaced, “I agreed to it.”

“Yes, you did…” she said.

I turned to Amanda and Fred, “Would you be able to use those headphones like you offered?”

They nodded, and Fred said, “Actually, I’m going to go walk down the hallway. Amanda is more than enough here to meet the guidelines of watching you.”

He looked down at his watch and added to me, “You have about thirty minutes, and then our time is up.”

“Thanks,” I told him. Amanda, meanwhile, turned a chair around away from the screen and put some headphones on. I could hear the music coming out of them when Fred turned to leave.

“Can you hear me, Amanda?” I asked.

With no reaction, I turned back to my parents, “I really am fine.”

“No, you’re not!” Mom told me angrily. “You are exhibiting Stockholm Syndrome or something. How in the world could you have willingly agreed to mutilate your body?”

“I didn’t mutilate it,” I told her, “I look like a normal girl,” I told her.

“A normal baby girl maybe…” she told me before sighing. “That dress is adorable, though!”

I blushed, “I didn’t pick it out…”

“I kind of figured that,” Mom said before sighing. “So, are you doing anything else besides peeing and pooing your diapees?”

I blushed some more but nodded, “I’ve been studying for that test that I have to take next week –the CAREs exam.”

“What is that one?” Dad asked.

I proceeded to tell him about it, and he said, “That doesn’t sound so bad; you do great on tests!”

I shook my head, “The test portion isn’t, but it’s a six-hour test that you’re not allowed to leave until you complete it or the time runs out.”

“Bathroom breaks?” Mom asked.

“Not as necessary with a diaper… but if you poop it, you’re done.”

“And if you fail?” Dad asked.

“Then it assigns you to the level of education you should be in.”

“Meaning?” Mom asked nervously.

“Meaning if it had been the practice test that I took earlier today, I would have been in big trouble. When I had a messy accident, Amanda had me stop to see the results. I would have been sent back to preschool for maturity even though my scores on everything else were almost perfect.”

Mom looked at me, and I could see tears in her eyes, “Stacy, why don’t you just come home? I bet we can still get you into a state school here this year?”

I shook my head, “I know this is crazy, Mom, but I don’t want to give up!”

Both of my parents stared at me worriedly for a moment before Mom said, “Can you get Amanda’s attention?”

I nodded and walked over to her, and tapped her shoulder. She looked at me, and I mimed taking the headphones off. She did so and looked at my parents, “You’re done talking with them?”

“They want to talk to you,” I told her as she looked at them.

“Something wrong?” She asked hesitantly. I guessed she probably wondered what I had told them if she had been honestly not listening to our conversation.

“I’m a worried mother,” Mom told her, “If Stacy fails this test, will you be able to send her back home?”

‘Huh?’ I wondered for a moment. ‘Wasn’t that one of the provisions…?’

I looked at Amanda, and she said, “I would try… but if she ends up with that restriction, they may not allow me to send her back through. My husband and I are trying to be very careful, so we can’t be accused of neglect.”

Mom nodded, “Please help him… err… her pass the test. I really do want my baby back home.” She looked at my questioning glance and said, “Figuratively, of course. I don’t really want to change diapers again. I think you’re nuts to actually have a desire to do that one… I was so excited to have him finally potty trained the first time!”

Amanda laughed, “Changing her diapers is kind of fun, actually... Besides, she’s a good girl and doesn’t fight me with it like I worried she would.”

With that, Mom looked at me and said, “Look, Stacy, you decided to go to this world and be her baby girl, you better behave, or she has our permission to punish you.”

I felt my face redden, “I’ll be good without that threat, Mom.”

“I hope so,” Dad said, “You realize you have absolutely no room for error, right? All it takes is one mistake!” He shuddered, “I was so glad to make it home with my body intact from that crazy world… I just can’t believe you’d be okay with all of that… and willingly go back.”

I felt like his words were semi-accusing as a timer on the screen warned of three minutes remaining. My parents had seen theirs too, and Mom said, “Look, Stacy, I love you very much.”

“Love you too, Mom, Dad,” I told them. Tears were in my eyes now.

“Amanda, could we do this again in two weeks?” Dad asked.

I looked at her, and she nodded, “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“Thanks, talk to you then,” Dad said.

“I love you, Stacy,” Mom and Dad said almost as one.

“I love you both too!” I said, and then the connection cut off.

Amanda let me sit with my tears for a moment before gathering me up and saying, “Let’s go change that wet diapee and go get din-din.”

I leaned against her and enjoyed the calming feeling of her arms around me. Outside Fred waited with the diaper bag over his shoulder, and they walked down the corridor to the desk and checked out. “Do you need anything else?” The lady asked us.

“We need a reservation for two weeks from now,” Amanda told her.

The lady looked suspiciously at her, “Why such regular calls?”

“We’re working on getting our little girl some playmates,” Amanda said, and I felt myself stiffen.

The lady giggled, “Now, isn’t that a smart way to do it! With so few free Littles now, I think the last chance for many of us is the dimensional visitors. Unfortunately, by the time I see them at this desk, they’re already claimed!”

Amanda squeezed me slightly, “It does take some work…” she kissed my head and said, “So two weeks from now?”

“Yes, ma’am, you’re all booked, Doctor Westerfield.”

“Thanks,” she said before asking, “Where’s your nearest bathroom or changing room? Our princess here needs a change.”

“Down the hall to the right is a bathroom; there are also some changing tables outside if you want. It’s not like they need any privacy for their cute little parts anyway!”

“Thanks,” Amanda said, and they walked down the direction she was given before Fred handed her the bag. “Let’s go inside,” she whispered to me. As she did so, though, I saw two Littles being changed on the tables outside. One was kicking and screaming, “I’m not a baby! You can’t do this to me!!!!!!”

On the other table, a naked woman had her foot improbably in her mouth, sucking on her toe as an Amazon woman wiped her disgusting poopy bottom.

The sight made me shiver as the door closed them from view.

“It’s okay, Stacy,” she told me as she gave me a quick hug. “That was just a way to make it seem okay for us to be calling.” There was a convenient hook for diaper bags next to a fold-down changing table that she pulled down and made a face at. I looked and saw remains of poop all over the table.

“That’s gross,” I said aloud.

“Yes, it is… I think I’ll just change you in the car.”

Given the only other option was in full view of the rest of the airport, I nodded. Amanda picked up the bag, and we left the room as quickly as we had entered. We walked right past the man who now had his face covered in tears and snot. He was being forcibly dressed in a onesie, with a large pacifier stuffed in his mouth, effectively muting him. I could tell it was one of those locking ones and felt terrible for the poor guy. The Little girl was being hoisted on her ‘mommy’s’ hip and waved at me.

For my part, I waved back…

Thankfully, Amanda and Fred could quickly walk back to the car, and Amanda popped the back open. “Daddy, can you hold your princess for a moment?” She asked him as she handed it to me.

“Sure,” he said and gave me a quick squeeze. “I thought you were changing someone’s wet diapee?” He asked.

“The changing table in the bathroom was a mess… I wanted to throw up from it – there was no way I was putting my baby on it!” She said assertively.

“I could have taken her into the men’s?” He suggested.

She froze, and I could tell she hadn’t even thought about it. “Why didn’t I think of that? Well, I guess I’ll have to remember Daddy isn’t helpless, huh?” She asked as she turned back to me, and I could see she’d laid out a soft changing pad on the back cargo area of the SUV. She laid me down on it and proceeded to pull down the diaper cover before I realized I might as well have been getting changed in the airport hallway with as many people were passing our car. Just as she undid the tapes, I saw the lady and the little girl from when we got there walk by and get a full view of my naked bottom.

I blushed and turned my head to the side to try to pretend no one was looking at me. For her part, Amanda was thorough but quick with the diaper change. She used a couple of wipes to quickly clean me, put a new diaper on me, and then sat me up without the diaper cover.

“What about my panties?” I asked her, embarrassed.

“Your diaper cover got a bit wet, sweetie,” she put it to the side as she picked me up, “I should have changed you a little earlier.”

“Oh,” I said as she held me, and I knew my diaper pronounced my status to the entire world with or without the cover.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you’re just a baby!” She hugged me and whispered, “You look more normal in a diaper than you would ever look in real panties. People will just smile at you like this and move on. In panties, you would really draw way more attention to yourself.”

She put me inside the harness of my car seat and handed me my teddy bear from somewhere. “Here’s your bear Princess.”

I hugged Elena tightly and listened as the door stayed open and she talked to Fred. “What about going to Elevated tonight?”

“I guess that works. Don’t they have a pretty strict policy, though?”

“She’ll be fine. It’s some of the best food around, either way, meet us there?” I heard Amanda say as she closed my door.

When she got in the door, I asked, “What’s their strict policy?”

“Well… Little’s have to eat umm… differently.”

“Like?”

“Like you probably won’t like the looks of it, but it’ll taste good?” She suggested before pausing and adding, “If you’re a good girl there, I’ll let you have another of your special morning babas each day of the week the rest of the week?”

My caffeine addiction almost immediately overrode my common sense, but I did maintain the sense to ask, “It’s going to be that bad?”

She stiffened from what I could see of her in the mirror, “For you maybe, but for Mommy and Daddy, it’s one of our favorite places to eat? So you might even be okay with it?”

“Two weeks,” I told her.

She was at a stop sign and turned to look at me through the mirrors, “Deal.”

“Somehow, I feel like I didn’t negotiate hard enough!” I muttered. I squeezed Elena tightly and sat as we continued down the road with the green light.

 

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