Chapters 36 to 38 by Sofia Hammerstein

'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (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 36: Bleak
 

“FAMILIAR?” I ASKED Amanda.

“I’m not sure why, but it looks very similar to some ongoing projects I’ve consulted on. I will have to spend more time looking at it before being certain of where though…?”

“Can I get a look at it?”

She gave me a narrow look, “When we get home,” she looked at her watch, “for now, it’s time for you to go to chemistry!”

I groaned but nodded. I drained another third of the bottle but didn’t want to take it outside of Amanda’s office to finish it in front of my fellow students. I handed it to her, and she placed it inside my diaper bag she had sat next to her desk. She walked beside me to Kendrick Hall, where my chemistry class was to meet. I saw Laura and Meg seated at the front and sat on the other side of Laura, so she was in the middle of us.

“How was your class?” Laura asked. “It’s got to be a bit odd having your mommy as a professor?”

“I’m dead certain that’s going to be my toughest class… we have some collaborative projects we’re going to have to do that may be tough to work out. I’m also one of only two girls and, of course, the only Little in the class,” I told her.

She laughed, “Actually, you may have an easier time with the guys. They tend not to want to baby us quite as bad at their age.”

“No, they looked more like dating me was on the plate!”

“Eew…” Meg said with a snort. “A big?”

“It happens, right?”

“Yeah, it does,” Laura admitted. “I know there were at least a couple freshman girls at check-in with Amazon parents, and one had a Little mom and big dad.”

The room filled and got noisier and noisier until the professor stood up at the front and said, “Good afternoon!”

There was a half-hearted response, to which Professor Casio said again, “Good afternoon!”

“Good afternoon,” there came a half-hearted response from the class.

“Oh, you all can do better than that!” He said and did it again, finally getting the response he wanted. I knew this was one of my largest classes, so I suspected he would be a bit more of a commanding persona there. He really wasn’t very tall, though… Maybe a bit shorter than Megan, but he seemed like a friendly sort of guy. His shorter stature meant he was a bit less intimidating to me, but he probably had to deal with Amazons scoffing at him being a Betweener.

His class, though? It was awesome! He kept up an outstanding level of energy all the way through, explaining the fundamentals of stoichiometry better than I’d ever had it taught to me back home. Then, halfway through the class, he called out, “Robert Stanson, what is the molecular weight of one mole of Cesium?”

I turned and could just see a student who looked to have just been asleep, looking amazed at the professor that he already knew his name. “Umm....” he said.

“Ms. Westerfield? Can you help him out?” He said, suddenly looking at me after letting him stew for a few moments.

I felt my diaper grow warm with nerves but answered, “132.9054 grams?”

“Correct!” he said, “Ms. Westerfield has a good chance of doing well in this course. Mr. Stanson, you may have issues… Especially if you sleep through my classes,” he said. The whole class chuckled at his expense, but I could feel a glare on the back of my head.

I sighed, but I wouldn’t hide my intelligence from anyone!

He began doing other formulas and dealing with atomic masses before discussing the ideal gas law. He assigned about forty pages of reading before Wednesday and then sent us on our way at the end of class time. As I hopped off the chair and began storing my portable booster, he walked over to me. “I just wanted to say I’m glad you seem to be as sharp as I’ve heard, Ms. Westerfield.”

“Thank you, sir,” I told him. “I really enjoyed your class today.”

“I hope that continues. Laura, Meg, please let us know if you have questions,” he told them.

We walked out the back of the lecture hall, and I asked, “How does he know all of our names?”

One of the TAs was collecting some information cards we’d filled out at the back. “Doctor Casio memorizes every student’s name and face before you get to campus. He initially uses the pictures you send to the university but then gets an update with student IDs during orientation. Then, he shuffles through them on his computer and tablet.”

“That’s kind of cool,” Laura said.

“Yeah,” Meg said.

Amanda was standing in the lobby, and I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good night!”

“Night,” they said to me.

I walked up to Amanda and said, “Hi,” to her.

“You ready to go home?”

I nodded and held my arms up to her. She obliged by picking me up and putting me on her side for the walk to her car.
 

THE RIDE HOME was short, but I felt like the long day of stress and nerves suddenly slammed into me. I had fewer classes in a day than I’d had in high school, but I suddenly understood the idea that we’d be doing a year’s worth of high school classes in one semester. I mentally noted the homework I needed to do and was grateful that it wasn’t terrible today. I suspected that wouldn’t last long!

“How was your Chemistry class?” Amanda asked as we pulled away.

“Really cool, actually,” I told her.

“Casio, right?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“He’s one of the student’s favorites. Great teacher,” she said. Of course, knowing Amanda by now, I knew that was high praise for the man.

“Seemed like it. I can’t believe he already knows all of the freshman names…? I mean, he called one kid that was asleep by name, then he called on me to give the answer when he couldn’t!”

“He’s as smart as anyone I know and basically has an eidetic memory from what I can tell. It’s a good move to make students know he cares for them.” She paused, “Just make sure you pay attention!”

I nodded at her looking back at the mirror because we were at a light. The house was soon in sight, and she pulled into the garage next to Fred’s vehicle. Amanda came around and let me out of the car seat and sat me on the ground. She handed me my backpack before holding the garage door open. “Fred, we’re home,” she announced as we entered.

“I’m in here,” he said from the living room. He looked like he was working on something around the staircase. I followed behind Amanda as she reached him and gave him a big hug and a kiss when he stood to greet her. I walked closer, and he scooped me up to hug me too, “How was your first day?”

“Good,” I told him. “Any word on Bella?” I asked him.

He hugged me but shook his head, “No, unfortunately,” he said. “I’ve been working on finishing cleaning up the damage and adding some security measures. Still no word from the police or anyone about her.”

Amanda’s eyes watered, and we shared a three-way hug for a long moment. Fred felt my diaper under my skirt, then said, “Mommy, she could probably use a diaper change,” and passed me over.

She smiled weakly, “I guess we should take care of that, huh?”

“Please,” I said.

A moment later, she came to the door that said ‘Princess Stacy,’ but had only so recently had ‘Princess Bella’ added. The sight made me want to cry! Amanda noticed and hugged me tightly as she shoved the door open and laid me on the changing table. She pushed a pacifier between my lips, and I nursed it silently as she pulled my skirt off and sat me up to pull my blouse off. My feet were pushed up into the air a moment later as she replaced the wet diaper with a dry one.

She dug through the closet for a moment and then came back with a cute blue gingham dress. I put my arms through the sleeves before she buttoned them shut and tied a bow at the back. “I’m so glad we still have you, Stacy… and I hope we find Bella…” she told me before tears came to her eyes.

“We will… somehow,” I agreed.

She kissed me on the forehead, hugged me, and then sat me down on the floor, “Little girl, you have a bunch of homework to do… I know one of your classes has a crazy witch of a professor that will make you do a ton of work.”

I smiled weakly, “She’s not thaaat bad,” I said around the pacifier.

“I was talking about your English professor, brat!”

I smiled at her and took my backpack from her. She closed the baby gate and gave me a long look as she left, “I’ll get dinner started,” she said softly.

I looked around the room and sighed as I looked at the crib. The intruders had scratched the finish off part of the crib in their efforts to vandalize the room. I saw that our names were also gone from above our beds. My memory recalled from the video that they had been thrown everywhere… I looked at my desk and was surprised to see it seemed to mostly have been untouched. I sat my computer down and logged in to the cameras in the nursery really quick. I recorded a few minutes of me working before looping the feed, running over to my bed, and looking under the mattress. I breathed a sigh of relief as I found my Switch hiding there.

‘Okay… this is staying in the backpack from now on, and I’m going to have to get to work on my project soon!’ I sighed, ‘these guys aren’t giving me much breathing room.’

I reset the cameras to normal after putting the Switch in my bag. After that, I pulled out my tablet to start reading chapters over on my bed. I used my stylus to mark up the margins of the eBook and used another app to take notes. The Calculus work was a review for me, but I completed the homework carefully anyway due to the different Base 60 math. I was finished with that and most of my reading for Chemistry when Amanda came back up and said, “Dinner’s ready, Sweetheart.”

I sighed, put the tablet down, and walked over to her, making the universal ‘pick-me-up’ sign.

“Those legs broken?” She kidded me.

“Uh-huh, I walked all over campus today!”

She tickled my side, “Poor baby, I guess I should have carried you around in your baby sling, huh?”

I giggled as she tickled me and let her put me into the high chair. The room felt weird without Bella… and you could feel that the smiles on faces were forced as Bella’s chair remained empty.

“How about we pray?” Amanda suggested.

“Sure,” I said in unison with Fred.

“Please, God, watch over our other adopted daughter Bella. We didn’t have long to get to know her, but we love her nonetheless. Please keep her safe and bring her safely home,” Amanda said.

“Amen,” Fred and I said simultaneously as she cried. Fred hugged her, and we all picked at the chicken dish that she made. It was delicious, but it didn’t feel great to be eating it that night without Bella. A dark cloud most certainly hung over us as we ate.

I left a good chunk of food on my plate as Amanda picked me up, “I guess it will take a while to get used to this,” she said sadly.

I leaned into her and hugged her, “I love you, Mommy,” I told her as she sat me down on the floor.

“I love you too, Stacy,” she told me.

“Stacy, I want to show you a couple of things,” Fred said as he stood up from the table.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him.

“The first thing is at the top of the stairs,” he said and walked up as I climbed beside him. I scrambled carefully up each step while he was able to take his usual steps. Then, he pointed to what looked like a camera lens added to each corner of the walls framing the staircase.

“What is it?”

“It’s a set of holo-emitters,” he told me.

“What are they supposed to emit?” I asked.

“Stay there a second,” he said and walked past me to the top of the stairs, and then I heard a sharp sound like a bug zapper startup. “Come on up the rest of the way,” he told me.

I nervously looked up there and saw that he was no longer visible, and it looked like it had a moment before. I carefully climbed the last stair and then met a hard surface. I poked at it and even hit it quickly and found it felt like a brick wall, “Oww!” I whined before he deactivated it

“So, it’s a holographic solid wall?” I asked.

“More than that… I didn’t have the charge enabled… if someone breaks in, that will stay active and hopefully give us a minute or two.

“Wait, is it possible to disrupt with a laser-like Tessa at school?” I asked.

“I didn’t think about that,” Amanda said from behind me. “Let’s test that…” she said as she went down to her lab and brought back four different lasers. “Re-enable it, Fred,” she said from the other side. I watched in fascination as the air shimmered a little before us, but I could still see her. Fred had been hidden behind it before, so I assumed I was too.

I watched her point a simple laser pointer like she would use in a class presentation at the image. She aimed at the barrier and pressed on it, but it still held firm. “Well, that’s a good sign,” she said, “I might have to see what they’re using with Tessa; this one would have disrupted her.”

“What about the others?” I asked.

She tried another one that was a little bit brighter, but it still didn’t do anything. So she cycled through them until she got to a larger one about the size of a toilet paper roll. When she pointed it, I instantly saw a flicker in the field, and she was able to walk through without any problems.

“Hopefully, they don’t have one that powerful?” Fred commented.

“Hopefully not…” she said. “This thing is risky to even use indoors if you don’t want to start a fire!”

“What about if you used multiple of the less powerful ones?” I asked.

She looked at me, and then we reset the experiment. Two of the lower leveled lasers did nothing, but when the third lower level laser was added, the image shifted again, and she was able to walk through. “I hope they don’t have laser sights on pistols?” I said after seeing that.

“Me too,” Amanda said. “I wonder if I can reprogram this somehow to be more resistant…?”

“Mandy, I’ll do the dishes while you play,” Fred said. “Let me just show Stacy the other two additions first,” he said as he directed me to the nursery. He opened the gate, and I noticed it had been switched the way it swept open. Now it would move inward towards the room. I looked closer to the actual door to see that it opened out to the hallway, “We put in heavier doors for both of our bedrooms. They open out, so they’ll be harder to kick in. We’ve also put heavy-duty electronic locks on here that is pass coded. I doubt you can reach it, but the code is nine-three-eight-five-zero-two. We’ll keep it closed after we put you to bed each night.” Next, he pointed towards the windows, “We replaced the glass in all of the windows with the same as the back door. It’s just about impossible to break or easily cut into. An alarm will sound if it detects a break in the glass, too,” he added.

“That seems a little bit more secure,” I said.

“Well, if they get through all of that, we added one final addition here,” he said, pointing to what looked like a new toy box in the closet. He opened it, and I saw a compartment that seemed to lock from the inside, and the box itself was clearly bolted to the floor with some large bolts. “They won’t be able to remove it from the outside if you are locked inside. If you need it, there’s water and food in there - well, baby food,” he hedged with an apologetic look. “It stores easily… It’s enough to keep you fed for up to four days. The box can survive being crushed by more weight than this house has total, is fireproof, and has a two-day supply of oxygen.”

“It’s like a Little sized panic room,” I said softly. “If we manage to get Bella back, you’ll have to get a larger one.”

He hugged me then with a sad look, “It doesn’t look good right now, does it…?”

“Not great,” I agreed.

 
 

Chapter 37: History
 

FRED LEFT ME to go downstairs and work on the dishes while I went back to my homework list and did the reading for my technical writing class and Amanda’s class. As soon as I had everything on my list finished, I looked at my watch and sighed - it was already nine o’clock!

I put down my tablet and walked down to the workshop where Amanda was working on some programming on her computer. I walked up to her and stood by her lap before she noticed me and pulled me onto her lap. “Hi, Sweetie,” she told me.

“Still working on the holo project?” I asked her.

“No, I finished that a while ago…” she admitted. “I was looking at the code from Bella’s chip,” she said, pointing towards the screen.

I looked and said, “Can you scroll down?” As she did, I noticed something, “It’s code in the nanite system,” I told her.

“What? You just mean similar functions, right?”

I shook my head, “That whole block right there is in one of the subroutines.”

“Can you show me?” She asked.

I moved off of her lap and pushed my skirt back down before going back to the nursery. I picked up my laptop and walked back to her workroom, and let her pick me up so I could set my computer down next to it.

“It’s so hard to see that,” she said a moment later. “Can you go to an external display?”

I shrugged, “In my dimension, I can; I’m not sure about yours?”

She reached over to a spare display and unhooked a cable. She sat me down on the desk while looking at my ports and then brought several cables back. Ten minutes of upsizing later, we managed to connect my computer to the display. It worked but looked really pixelated. It was better for her, though, as I showed her where I had seen it. We spent several hours going through the code before I asked, “What does this all mean?”

“It means someone involved in the nanite project was involved in kidnapping Bella’s parents.”

“And probably her too?”

“Maybe?”

“What’s in her code that’s not in the nanite programming?” I wondered. “They wouldn’t need her if they had all of the code already….”

“Okay, girls, time for you both to start thinking about bed,” Fred said from behind us. We both jumped slightly, and I noted my full bladder. I thought for only a heartbeat before letting it loose into the diaper’s padding. It was more than somewhat squishy, but I really didn’t mind that feeling.

“Yes, Daddy,” I told him.

“Let’s give you a quick bath, and then we can put you to bed,” Amanda told me.

“Okay, Mommy,” I said and grabbed my computer so I could hold it while she carried me down the hall. She watched as I plugged it in with the charging cord before scooping me back up and setting me down on the changing table upright.

She pointed to my shoes, “Can you undo those?” she asked.

“Sure,” I told her as I pushed on the spots to unlace them.

“Why did my dad get you those anyway? He wouldn’t tell me?” She took them from me and set them down where she could get to them to dress me the next day.

As she took my socks next, I looked at her, “I think there’s probably a reason he didn’t tell you… do you mind if I ask him to tell you tomorrow? For now, I’ll just tell you that they’re special?”

She pursed her lips but nodded, “I trust you, and I trust my dad.” She undid the bow on the back of my dress, along with the buttons, then said, “Arms up!”

She slid it off my body and left me in the wet diaper as my only clothing. I watched her place the dress in the hamper before pushing me down on the changing table. The diaper was ripped open, I was wiped, and she set my naked form down on the ground, “Toddle down to the bathroom,” she told me with a smile and a light pat on my rear. “Your tush is definitely one of your cuter attributes!” She said to me as she followed me.

My entire body blushed with that comment, “Mommy!” I whined.

She ran a bathtub full of bubbles and even tossed in a couple bath toys that I played with as she washed me thoroughly. “I’d love to let you stay in here all night, Princess, but we need to get to bed.”

I nodded, “Okay,” I said and stood as she dried me as the drain was opened, then wrapped me in a towel. She hadn’t actually washed my hair, though it had gotten a bit wet, so she lightly dried it before carrying me to the nursery.

She pulled out one of the pink princess diapers and made sure to powder me before taping me inside of it. A blanket sleeper followed to cover me in its warmth. Then, after a short few steps to the rocking chair, she sat down.

“Why didn’t you nurse me more today?” I asked her as she pulled her shirt off, leaving her only in her bra.

“I really would have loved to do this more today,” she admitted, “but even if you don’t have incontinence issues from it, the milk alone might give you a looser stool.”

I nodded, “I guess that makes sense.”

“We need to make sure we put your charm bracelet on tomorrow, too… we forgot that today!”

I looked at her in horror and nodded, “That could have been disastrous...”

“Yes, almost like poor Meg today.”

“She seems nice,” I told Amanda, “Thank you for helping her out.”

“She’ll probably still get adopted out, along with your friend Laura, but I hate to see them go down that road too early,” she said.

“You really think it’s inevitable?”

“There are eleven other girls in your nest, sweetie. Today you heard that two are gone already… I would bet that, at most, only three of them will be free by the end of the semester… Especially since they put you in the infant nest.”

“Infant nest?” I asked, noting there was information I hadn’t heard yet.

“You noticed yours was made of the shortest girls, right?”

I nodded.

“That’s not by chance. They’ll be some of the first to be deemed immature,” she told me.

“I guess I should enjoy my friends while I have them, then?”

She nodded sadly as she settled me in the crook of her arm and moved her bra out of the way, “You really don’t have to do this, by the way? I don’t want you only nursing from me because you feel bad…?”

“I want to, though!” I told her and latched on her long nipple before she could say another word. After that, my world became nothing but sucking and swallowing her fantastic milk. I was almost asleep as she burped me, then moved me over to her other breast. The lullaby she sang was what ultimately did me in. The last thing I remembered was needing to pee and let that go into the padding as I continued to nurse. I didn’t worry about the wet diaper, though, since I knew she would take care of that for me if I needed changed. Amanda was an amazing mommy!
 

WHEN AMANDA WOKE me up the following day, she had to practically tickle me to death to get me to wake up. “I’m up,” I whined at her.

“Maybe you need an earlier bedtime,” she said with concern.

I shook my head, “It wouldn’t matter what time I went to bed. I’m not a good person at waking up.”

She sighed, “I wish you were one of those Littles that woke up with a smile on her face.”

I forced a smile, “Is this good enough?”

“Come on, brat, let’s get you some coffee!”

I enjoyed a latte bottle made again with her breastmilk, some oatmeal, and strawberries that she spoon-fed me for breakfast. She wiped my messy face with a baby wipe and placed me on the ground when I finished. She cleaned my highchair and the dishes for a few minutes before I asked, “Mommy, would you please take my diaper off so I can go poopy?”

She worked to quickly unzip me from the footed sleeper, untapped the soaked princess diaper, and then pushed me to my potty. I didn’t delay in sitting down on it as a large log and some other chunks flowed from my rear into the potty. I kept going for a few minutes before she asked, “All done?”

I nodded and let her wipe me up, then she carried my naked body up to the nursery while holding my sleeper in her other hand. “Let’s get you ready for school. I’ll be curious to see what you think about your history class.”

She talked with me for a few minutes back and forth about some similarities and differences in our histories. I had a feeling I was going to have to really be on my toes with that class! I was diapered, dressed in the summer uniform that day, with my shoes and charm bracelet on. “Can you put my hair into pigtails today?” I asked her.

“Why?”

I shrugged, “I think they’re cute, and it’s not like I’m trying to pretend to be a big girl?”

She smiled at me, “As long as you are okay with the stares and comments,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said a few minutes later after she had my hair braided into two pigtails that she’d tied off with bows with ribbons that matched the gingham summer dress.

I looked at myself in the mirror and blushed as I definitely looked ready to go to preschool! The first day of kindergarten looked to still be years away! I’d always thought pigtails were cute on girls growing up, I’d been jealous of them, and it kept my hair out of my face.

“Ready?” She asked me.

“Ready,” I told her.

The trip to the university was short, but I couldn’t help but watch through my mirror and notice that Amanda was nervously looking over her shoulder at every stoplight. Clearly, she and Fred were certain that Bella was not the only target of her kidnappers. That definitely kept my own nerves on edge. Finally, at the university, she walked me to Destiny Hall. That morning I had a massive class with most of the other freshmen on the ‘History of Amazon Civilization.’ Littles seemed to naturally congregate towards the front, and I found Laura and Meg sitting with an empty seat saved between them for me.

“Hi,” I said to them as I took out my booster from my backpack.

“Any word on your sister?” Meg asked.

I shook my head, “No… I’m hoping she’s okay, but it’s not looking good.”

I wiped the beginning of a tear from my eye and made sure I was ready to take notes on my tablet. Laura and Meg brought me up to speed on the events at the dorms from yesterday. It turned out that four Littles had messed their pants in classes yesterday, and all but one had already been demerited out. The other said she would see Ms. Beauregard this morning since she didn’t stand a chance of avoiding the single demerit she had left. I sighed and said, “Watch yourselves,” as the professor stood at the front with her lapel microphone.

“Good morning, everyone, I’m Doctor Samantha Evergreen, and this is the History of Amazon Civilization,” she smiled warmly, and she seemed to be a reasonably friendly and down-to-earth fellow nerd. She wore her hair in a simple ponytail, form-fitting jeans, and a solid-colored blouse. “You may call me Doctor Sam if you want, and I hope you’ll enjoy this class. This semester we’ll begin with the dawn of civilization and move to the modern era. There are a lot of facts you will need to memorize for this class, but we will keep this as a general survey of history. I could spend all semester on any one day’s topic! Please be sure you keep up with the reading in the textbook – there is a lot! We will have four tests...”

I kept notes as best I could as she began going through what was familiar and different at the same time. There were a lot of minor variances in their history as she flew through the beginning of humans around 250,000 B.C.E. to 2,000 B.C.E. in that one lecture. It was like a flip of a coin happened in both dimensions every now and then. One result took place in my dimension, and the opposite occurred in this one. It would be tough to keep track of the alternative events, and I was pretty sure I’d be studying for this class more than my others!

“That was so lame… she didn’t even mention that the Littles on the islands have a civilization that dates back to then, too…” one Little complained on the way out. I didn’t catch who it was, but I clearly heard an Amazon respond, “Of course not! Why would you need to cover their pants pooping moments? I should check yours...”

I sighed as we exited, and Amanda waited for me, “See you all at the seminar?” I asked them.

They nodded, and Amanda picked me up to carry me. “What do you want for lunch?” She asked me.

I shrugged while thinking she had what I wanted actually… but didn’t want to have an accident in my seminar. “Go home and have a grilled cheese?” she suggested.

I nodded, “Sure.”

She drove back home carefully, and I watched her constantly look over her shoulder in each direction. Once we were safely locked inside with the alarm on in the house, she began cooking the grilled cheese. I took a few minutes to keep working on my homework for the next day. I worked on finishing some assignments that I needed to get done for the remainder of the week.

I was picked up suddenly and squeaked, “Lunch is ready,” Amanda said as she strapped me into my high chair.

“How was history?” She asked.

I shrugged, “It was okay. The professor seems alright, but I feel I’m probably going to have to study for that class more than any other.”

“Why?”

“Besides the fact she’s covered more than two-hundred thousand years in the first class?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “It seems like our dimensions are so close, but there’s like this coin flip of options that you all chose heads while we chose tails… I have a feeling it’s going to make it tough for me to remember which is the ‘right’ answer to a lot of questions.”

She nodded, “I could see that being a problem!”

“Any word this morning?” I asked as I bit into the second piece of sandwich.

She shook her head, “No… I’m…” she wiped her face, “I’m not sure if it’s time to give up hope Stacy… It’s hard to imagine they’ve had her for this long and not done modifications to her… or who knows what…?”

I nodded, “I know.”

“I shouldn’t feel so strongly about someone who was a complete stranger just over a week ago!”

I wished I could get out of the high chair then, but there was nothing more I could do other than the wiggling I did. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” I told her.

“I know you are,” she sighed, “the worst is wondering when they will try for you again.”

I felt a little pit in my stomach but nodded, “I’m not going to go without a fight, though, Mommy.”

She looked at me and said, “I know you won’t.” Then, she looked at her watch and groaned, “I need to get you back. Let’s get your diaper changed!” She picked me up quickly and said as she walked upstairs, “Don’t forget that my dad is picking you up after this class.”

I nodded, “I’m looking forward to it,” I told her.

Amanda changed me and brought the rest of the juice bottle I’d barely touched off of my highchair into the car. Once she had strapped me in, she said, “Drink, you’ve hardly touched it.”

I blushed but nodded and grabbed onto it with both hands and began nursing it as soon as she inserted the nipple into my mouth. It was empty by the time Amanda let me out of the car seat at the university, and I handed it to her. She sat me on the ground and held my hand as she walked me to the door of the lecture hall and the first of the Littles seminars. I had a feeling I would soon be dealing with yet another of the ‘just give up and be adopted lectures.’ Instead, I found Laura and Meg sitting with a few members of our nest.

“Why aren’t you with your nest?” I asked Meg quietly after I sat down.

“I’m the only one left,” she answered.

I looked at her in horror, “Already?!? So you’re alone with your nest mother then?”

She sighed but nodded, “She definitely asked me to just call her mommy yesterday!”

“Can they move you to another nest?”

“They will in a couple weeks if I’m still here. Apparently, my group got targeted first for some medication to make us mess.” She looked around, “If your mom hadn’t been there, I’d be gone too. I was the only one not caught pooping my panties that day.”

I nodded and sighed, “Why did I come to this dimension again?”

We didn’t have long to wait before Dean Sanders stood at the front of the lecture hall, “Good afternoon, boys and girls,” she said in a sweetly patronizing voice.

“Good afternoon Dean Sanders,” everyone mumbled back at her.

“You’re learning!” she said with a smile. “Throughout this semester and next, we all will meet once a week to ensure you have your best chance in life! Today we want to discuss a recent case in the courts over a little girl who became exceptionally violent!”

I had to bite my tongue and wanted a pacifier to keep my tongue silent as she went through and showed news clips of a girl who hadn’t taken becoming someone’s baby lying down. First, I almost wanted to cheer as nursery footage of her killing her ‘mommy’ was shown… then I wanted to be sick for all the blood and consequences that followed. But, to my surprise, the case was ongoing following her conviction, with the courts taking a break on the final decision for her fate until she completed some sort of psych eval. In the meantime, Dean Sanders opened up a debate on what should be done to the girl.

“Okay, I guess my thing is to make up your mind as Amazons,” one boy said. “Either we’re babies, or we’re adults? If we’re adults, it should be illegal to kidnap us. If we’re babies…” he hesitated, “then at least apply some decent protection laws. If she had been a baby and treated like that, wouldn’t the mother have had her custody revoked for being abusive?”

Dean Sanders actually nodded, “I happen to agree with you. You are babies for the most part, and if we’re going to treat you as such, we shouldn’t abuse you.”

“I didn’t say...”

“But again, if she was a free Little and had killed an Amazon in full premeditation like that, she should face the full force of the law.” To my surprise, she actually enabled an excellent dialogue and conversation throughout the seminar time. She said, “You as Littles have many legal requirements and obligations. You must be aware of what rights you have and don’t have. Good luck with the rest of your first week.”

As I stood up, I heard, “Ms. Westerfield,” and turned to see Dean Sanders looking at me.

“Yes, ma’am?” I said politely.

“How is your sister doing?”

I felt tears in my eyes and shrugged, “We don’t actually know… Bella was… ki…kidnapped Sunday from the hospital.”

“Wait, that was your sister?” She asked with her eyes widening. “You all can’t catch a break, can you?”

I shook my head, “Doesn’t seem like it?”

She put her hand on my head, “Hang in there,” she then gave my backside a light pat, and I followed Laura and Meg outside.

 
 

Chapter 38: Breakthroughs
 

GRANDPA WAS STANDING outside the door, and I told them, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before walking over to him and giving him a hug. “Hi, Grandpa,” I told him.

He picked me up, squeezed me, “Hi Stacy,” and carried me on his side. Then, he walked to his car, where the new infant car seat waited for me. “Need a change?” he asked as he laid me down in the seat.

I shook my head, “I should be okay for a bit…?”

“Well, let’s get to the studio then,” he said.

I sat quietly and used my phone as he drove through the streets. I saw my mom had emailed me and groaned. With everything going on, I hadn’t emailed her since most of everything terrible had happened… ‘How in the hell do I tell her about this and not have her demand that I go home?’ I quickly shot off an email that I would reply later. I included a safe phrase, so she knew it was a time issue and that I was still safe.

A few other emails included an invite to another Lambda Delta Pi event Friday. I would have to ask Amanda if I could go later, but a part of me thought it was a better idea to stay safe at home! Soon we pulled into the parking lot of Grandpa’s studio, and he came to let me out. He took me into a locker room and said, “Let’s change you into a fresh diaper, and then we’ll get you ready to go.”

I was stripped and changed into a fresh Pamper, and then he produced a gi that was my size! He even had the red belt that I had last tested for when I studied before. “I haven’t practiced in a long time Sensei,” I told him when I saw that.

He smiled, “That did not show when I tested you this weekend. Once you learn the required forms, I hope that you will receive your first ‘Dan’ Belt within the year.”

I bowed to him, “You honor me,” I said.

He bowed back, “It is my honor!” Then, he paused, “I had begun to think I might never teach one of my grandchildren since Amanda was the only one that ever really studied seriously with me.”

I smiled at him and put the gi on myself, tying it closed with the belt. It was then, for the first time, that I actually counted the stripes on his belt. “You’re a sixth degree Dan?”

He smiled, “I’m actually supposed to travel and test to earn my seventh this year.”

“That is really cool,” I told him while following him out of the locker room.

He told me, out in the studio, “We have about a half-hour before my first set of students arrives. So let’s make the most of the time before I need to begin their class.”

After a short stretching session, I began working through the forms I had learned and a new one he was teaching me. Unfortunately, I was so focused on what I was doing that I failed to note the audience I was gaining or that Grandpa Joe had left me working on my own to greet his young students and their parents. “Who is she?” I finally noticed when I finished an exercise and looked up.

I turned and bowed to him, and the Amazonian mother who had asked giggled, “She’s adorable!” she then asked again, “Who is she?”

I walked over to him at his gesture, and he said, “This is my adopted granddaughter, Stacy.”

“Adopted? Why are you training her then?” A mother next to her asked.

“I have always wanted a grandchild to pass along my knowledge to. Stacy is an apt pupil who studied where she is from in her dimension.”

“So that red belt is real?” A boy who towered over me asked. I guessed he was about six feet in height, double my own, but only about six or seven years old, knowing that was the age of the students that were supposed to be in this class.

“Yes, it is,” I said myself.

Before the inquisitive bunch could ask us any more questions, Grandpa ordered everyone to their places. One line had fewer students in it, and he asked the members of that line to scoot back one space and put me in front. Knowing he was saying to them I was more advanced than they were, I was glad they were only six and seven-year-olds! The scary thing was that everyone was at least a foot and a half taller than me. The shortest kid, a girl I learned was named Nikki, still stood four and a half feet tall!

I did the entire workout with them, and then he broke students up into partners to spar one set at a time. I was paired up with the boy who had asked if my belt was real. “Hi, I’m Stacy,” I greeted him cordially.

“Eddie,” he said. “Sensei, I’m really supposed to fight her?”

“Yes,” he told him from the side.

“But she’s a baby!”

“Then it should be easy,” he told him.

I heard an intake of air from several moms at the periphery, but I felt they had been instructed from the beginning not to interfere with their student’s training. I know my own mom had struggled with that requirement back home!

“Kyungnet,” he said, and we bowed to each other. “You are not to hurt each other, but I expect your best,” he said.

I noted that Eddie only had a second-level belt, so I knew he didn’t know much yet. As Grandpa said, “Charyut!” we began.

I circled some and let him make the first move. It was a kick so telegraphed I think the mothers could tell from where they were sitting. I ducked and caught his leg before twisting him gently to the ground and giving a jab with my elbow across his sternum.

“Point to Stacy,” he said.

We sparred to two more points, both mine before Eddie became angry. He tried an awkward leg sweep that I assumed he had seen somewhere but not yet perfected, so it was awkwardly done. I somersaulted over his leg and instead performed my own sweep to kick his legs out underneath him, again scoring a point. The final point of the five we sparred involved him behaving like a bull and running straight at me to grapple me. I used his momentum and tossed him on his back as gently as possible.

“How did you do that?!?” He asked. “I’m bigger than you!”

I bowed to him, “I used your momentum against you,” I told him honestly.

Grandpa bowed to us and patted us both on our backs before moving to the next set of partners who weren’t nearly as exciting to watch. At the end of the class, Eddie said, “Nice to meet you, Stacy… I guess you’re not just a dumb, smelly baby.”

I smiled, “Nice to meet you too,” I told him but frowned when his mom began tersely talking to him and then looking in my direction.

“How could you let that little girl fight my boy…?” I heard his mother shriek a few minutes later. “She could have hurt him!”

I felt my jaw drop, and I couldn’t help the giggle that came to my mouth and quickly turned around. Luckily, I was far enough away that I doubted she had heard me. “She’s a student, but more importantly, I know she has the control to not hurt anyone she doesn’t want to,” Grandpa told her. “You should also remember she’s half your sons’ size; if there’s anyone who should worry, it’s me. My daughter will kill me if anything happens to her little girl,” I could hear the smile on his face.

“I don’t want...”

“If you can’t respect my methods, find another teacher for Eddie. I would deeply regret that, given I think he has a lot of potential.” I turned around in time to see him respectfully bow to the speechless woman and come back to me.

“Thanks for sticking up for me,” I told him quietly when he bent down and picked me up.

“My pleasure,” he said with a smile, “nice job today,” he added. “Let’s change that diaper of yours, and then you can join my next class too?”

I smiled and nodded, “Sure… then I’d better work on homework, or Mommy will kill me!”

He laughed, “I think we can manage her.”

I was taken back to a small office he had this time, and he changed me on a sofa he had in there. Once I was cleaned up, he used another wipe on the rest of my body to wipe some sweat away before carrying me back to greet his next class. This group was aged eight to ten, and I saw a few red belts like mine around the room. One girl who was quite a bit smaller than the others actually wore a black belt. ‘If she’s ten, I bet she’ll end up a Betweener who will kick anyone’s butt if they mess with her,’ I mused before being again put into the front of a line next to the girl with the black belt. The others up front had red belts, too, and I joined them for their class.

As they took their places, I guessed that except for the shorter girl, the rest were between six feet and nearly eight feet in height. The disparity in size from my own was intimidating, and I could hear some whispers and giggles about me. Finally, the girl next to me said, “Hi, I’m Hermione.”

I giggled, “I’m Stacy, your parents’ fans of Harry Potter?”

“What?”

“Oh… not in this dimension. British then?”

She smiled, “My dad was. Umm… how old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I told her.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

Before I could answer, Grandpa Joe took the front and greeted us. “We have a new student who will be joining your class. Stacy is my adopted granddaughter. Please treat her like any other student! She’s shorter than you, but I think you’ll find that may not be the disadvantage it seems at first.”

I could feel the skeptical looks then, having the same thoughts myself, but kept quiet. We did a few stretches and warm-ups before Grandpa began running us through some of the katas he had been teaching me on my own. It was clear this class was more advanced than the last one, and it was also closer to my own level. Midway through the session, he had everyone practice kicks and breaking boards instead of sparring. I’d done that when he was evaluating me, but I couldn’t help but note that the boards were thicker in this dimension. Before his first session, it had been years since I had done any of this. I ended up in the middle of a line and heard the tittering and giggles as I came up to the front.

I bowed to Grandpa, though, and launched a kick into the board at his command. To everyone’s amazement, including my own, the board broke easily. “Excellent, Stacy!” he bowed before patting me on the head. The next person, a tall boy who had been laughing before, failed to break the board. I managed to only smirk myself at that!

He had us regroup on the mat before dismissing us, and I noticed that Amanda was standing at the side. So I ran over to her, “Hi Mommy,” I told her and made the universal ‘up’ sign.

“Hi Stacy,” she smiled and hugged me.

Another mom said, “How irresponsible can you be having your Little here? She could get hurt!”

“Not with my dad in charge,” she said, nodding towards Grandpa. “Well, at least not if she listens to him!”

“I have half a mind to report you to LPS!” The lady snarled.

“I have more than half a mind to smack you upside the head, too,” Amanda said.

“Why!” she started before Grandpa arrived.

“Is there a problem?”

“No problem, Daddy. I’m sure she was just getting her son here and leaving, wasn’t she?”

I noted the boy behind me who couldn’t break the board until his fourth attempt was there. “Mom, let’s go!” Then, he hissed, “You can’t blow this for me like you did baseball!”

I looked at the boy and wondered what all happened to him, feeling more than a little bad that I had wanted to laugh at him earlier. He led his mom away, and I noted that I would make that up to him the following week. “How did she do?” Amanda asked her dad.

“Broke her board on the first try and did well sparring earlier. I’m curious to see how she does sparring with my older students Thursday.”

“Don’t let her get hurt…” she told him.

“No promises, I never promised that to your mom, and I’ll not lie to you either,” he said.

I looked up, and she blushed but nodded, “I guess we’d better get out of here for dinner and let you get ready for your next class.”

“Stacy’s stuff is in my office,” he said. “You can leave her gi on my desk, and I’ll have it for her on Thursday, so she doesn’t have to haul it to class.”

“Great, thanks, Dad,” she said, and I found myself getting my uniform back on over a fresh diaper in his office. The other had been dry, but my sweat meant a new one was a good idea. Amanda wrinkled her nose and claimed I ‘stank.’

She carried me out to the car in my school uniform and strapped me into my seat, “We’re going to meet Daddy for dinner,” she said.

I nodded, grabbed a pacifier next to me, and placed it into my mouth. The drive to the restaurant was just long enough for me to take a nice nap, encouraged by the comfort of my paci!
 

WHEN I WOKE up, I found we were at 3lev4ted, their favorite restaurant... I was unstrapped from the car seat and carried into the restaurant, where the Maitre’D was all smiles and led us to a table and a high chair for me. “Mr. and Mrs. Westerfield, so good to see you again,” he said. “And Ms. Westerfield as well,” he said with a smile to me.

“Hi,” Amanda said without any genuine enthusiasm.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Not really,” I told him quietly, to his surprise.

“Anything we can do?” The chef suddenly appeared behind us and asked.

We all shook our heads in unison, “We had adopted another little girl...” Amanda said with a tear down her eye.

“She was attacked first and then kidnapped from the hospital.”

“Mio Dio!” he replied, “That was your little girl?” He sighed, “I heard about that yesterday. I am so sorry to hear that. I didn’t even get a chance to meet her, did I?”

I shook my head, “No, sir, she’d only been part of our family a week.”

“I’m so sorry,” he told us all. “Do you mind if I just prepare a meal for you tonight instead of something on the menu?”

I shrugged and watched them hand the menus back to the Maitre’D. “Sure,” Fred replied aloud.

“I will prepare the best meal that I can to try and help you feel a little better,” he said. “And, I’ll be praying for your little bambina… I hope she finds her way home to you!”

When he left, the table was quiet, with only a little bit of chewing as we received bread. Fred finally broke the silence and asked me, “How did your classes go today?”

I told him about the history class and the odd Littles seminar. Finally, he asked about my time with Grandpa Joe after school, and I told him about the first part that Amanda hadn’t seen. She filled him in on the board break, though she apparently had been there for that herself.

“Sounds like you and Grandpa Joe have hit it off well,” Fred said to me as food appeared.

Mine was in a bowl and cut up but still not pureed. Across the restaurant, I ignored the four other Littles spread about. Each was in various states of disgust, anger, and being fed. One glared at me when they realized I had real food and asked their mom, “Why does she get real food?”

‘Déja vu,’ I thought, wondering the consequences of this time.

A quick smack and a pacifier inflated into their mouth answered that question.

I sighed but just enjoyed the dish he had prepared for me. It was like a chicken piccata dish, but better than anything I could remember having. After a while, the chef came out and checked on us, and we all split a dessert. Then, all of us full, we left in their cars to go home. After a needed diaper change in my nursery, Amanda directed me with one word, “Get your homework finished up,” she told me.

I nodded and sat down at my desk. Fortunately, I’d done most of the work for Wednesday’s classes the night before and in the afternoon, but I still had a good thirty pages of reading and a couple of ‘optional’ assignments to complete. When I was done with those, I read the first sixty pages of the history textbook as we’d been told to do. After that, I had to start keeping a log of notes of my dimension versus this dimension to keep everything straight. By about eight-thirty, I was done and began looking to work on some of my other projects.

My first goal was to see if there was some way to excrete some of my nanites on cue and program them to quickly do what I needed them to…

 

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