Chapters 53 and Epilogue 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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Chapter 53: Journey Home
 

“NO MATTER WHAT, keep your dreams alive because you’ll never remember your destination without them!” the speaker finished the traditional commencement speech for our graduation at Emerson University. I looked around and could see the rows and rows of graduates behind me rising to their feet. Well, sort of – the giant TV screens that hung around the large indoor facility showed pictures high enough in the air that I could see them above the platform. I had managed to reach graduation and enjoyed the accolades that came with that distinction.

They began calling names, with mine being the seventh of those. “Stacy Slane Westerfield – Bachelor of Science in Computer Science – Magna Cum Laude!” I took my awkward stroll across the front area of the podium to receive the diploma that was actually almost as large as I was. I was so excited to have managed to make it to that stage and get that diploma that I almost forgot to stop for my picture! “Come on, Sweetie, smile for the camera!” The lady said as she pressed the shutter button, and a flash went off. Something was off about the colors, though, and I instantly sensed that there would have been hypnotic problems from something in that odd flash without the protections I had. ‘Great,’ I thought to myself, ‘make it to graduation and become an instant baby?!?’

“Congratulations,” Dean Sanders told me with a pat on my head as I passed by her to leave the platform.

“Thank you, Dean Sanders,” I told her with a smile. I impulsively hugged her legs right then, probably making every Little wonder what the hell was wrong with me! As much as she was an evil woman, she had been kinder to me than I would have expected over the past few years. I figured it would also distract her from the lack of effect of the flash on me!

She awkwardly patted my back, and I continued back to my seat and enjoyed a quick view of her still stunned face on a TV screen.

As I sat down, I quickly got on my phone and sent a message to every Little graduating that day.

‘The camera for your photo is rigged with something; close your eyes when they take it, or something bad will happen!’

I was careful not to be seen as I sent it but grateful that as Littles came across the stage, everyone followed that advice. Unfortunately, only thirteen Littles from my class had even made it to graduation - ten of them were my Lambda Delta Pi sisters. One odd boy managed the feat, but he was also almost a Betweener in height with a full beard, so I think that helped him seem less adoptable. The other girl constantly looked on edge and was as skittish as a mouse but managed to hide and blend in well enough to keep out of trouble.

When everyone had been called to receive their diplomas, the university president spoke for another moment. Then, finally, he gave us our final graduation speech, and our hats flew through the air! I didn’t hesitate before I began hustling through the crowd to find Amanda and Fred. I had just about reached them when a tall brunette Amazon girl picked me up, “Where do you think you’re going, little girl? After such a long big girl ceremony, I’m sure you have poopy pants! Let’s get them clean, and then I will take care of you forever!”

“Put me down,” I told her, “My mommy is right there, and if I do need a change, she’ll do it!”

“Your mommy?” the girl asked, “What a load of shit – just like your diaper’s filled with!”

I sighed. Suddenly I used a technique I had learned to twist out of the would-be mommy’s arms and kick her ankle out from under her. I didn’t look back to see the broken ankle as she screamed in pain behind me. I had graduated, so the code of conduct no longer applied on either side. I ignored the stunned stares of those around me and just skipped to Amanda and put my arms up in the air to signal I wanted to be picked up. Beside her, Fred held Bella, and Megan had an adorably dressed Meg. The wet diaper under the skirt of her dress peaked out just a bit with the way Megan held her, but I knew neither of them cared at this point.

It had been startling to me, and more than a bit confusing, when Meg had decided to suddenly begin seeking a safe adoption that last fall of our studies.

Meg had agonized over if she could pick someone instead of the other option of ending up in the university daycare or the volunteer service. Finally, she enlisted mine and a Betweener friend Cameron’s, and we found a legal loophole that would allow her to do so. We had agonized over who could do it, but I eventually suggested Megan. She’d graduated two years earlier, had a good job, and a small house with an empty bedroom. Meg tended to be called Meggy more these days to make discerning the two easier. She was diapered and somewhat babied, but she was more like Bella or myself in that she could do whatever she wanted to at home. Really Megan and Meg played more video games together than engaged in a true mommy and baby relationship! There had clearly been no future for her living on her own, though, and I was glad that at least it seemed to be working out for both of them.

Megan had been the more challenging party to convince as she had been completely against adopting a Little. In the end, ‘best friends’ with mothering duties to save her from kidnapping by a crazy mommy at the mall had to suffice to convince her. Last month I knew Megan had even agreed begrudgingly to nurse Meg when she hadn’t stopped pestering her about trying it. I suspected her leaking boobs hadn’t left her with many choices, though!

“Congratulations, sweetie!!!” Amanda said as she scooped me up and squeezed me tightly.

I enjoyed the attention of my adopted family as we stood around, and I was passed from one member to another. I said many tear-filled goodbyes to a few friends and sorority sisters who saw me on the way to the car. I sat in the car seat for what I knew would be my last moments with my family. Amanda took the chance to change my diaper on the car’s back seat when we arrived at the portal.

“I’m going to miss you so much!” She told me as she hugged me tightly.

“I’m going to miss you too,” I told her. We could and would still take time to talk via the dimensional portal we decided, but my student visa was up the day I graduated – today. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn’t be able to walk back through the portal ever again due to violating immigration laws!

Fred took my bags while Megan carried Bella and Meggy on her hips. The two of them had become good friends over the past few years. Meggy had constantly been coming over to our house to work with me on homework and get away from the crazy dorms until she gave up being a student. She had been stunned when she realized that Bella had been allowed to sew anything she wanted in a secluded room in the house. Almost all of our clothing was made by her in the last year! She was secretly building her business back up under a special work permit that Grandpa Joe had somehow helped her get.

Granny and Grandpa joined us at the doors to the portal. The automatic doors opened with Bella and Meggy setting off the alarm sensors… but not me. We had never fixed the Venture removal of the tag. It had been risky, but it saved us questions now. Once both were verified to be Amanda and Megan’s Littles, we were allowed to proceed to the departure counter.

I went through a similar process to go through an airport check-in. My family was able to walk me to the security lines, but only Amanda could pass that point with me.

“I love you all,” was all I could say through my tears. “I’m going to miss you all!” I told them, and hugs were exchanged all around.

They had handed me a few small presents that I quickly added to my luggage. I would discover back home that they had given me little jewelry pieces, pictures, cards, and a couple of small stuffed bears. Once it was all stuffed inside a bag, Amanda walked with me to the security scanners. My luggage had to be searched by hand due to electronics being present. It was strictly prohibited to take computers and technology from this dimension back home.

As far as they could tell, the only electronics I had in the suitcase were the ones I had brought with me… I giggled at that when they let everything through, though. The computer chassis of my laptop was the same that I got four years prior, but the computer I was taking home had nothing in common with that old clunker! Once through security, a couple people stared at me, dressed up still in my uniform and graduation gown.

“Did she just graduate from pre-school?” One of the security guards asked us as we waited to put me through the portal.

“College, actually,” Amanda said, and the man had a look like a fish for the moment I cared to look at him.

As we neared the actual portal, very few Bigs were around. Most people were Littles and Mids like I remembered when I’d arrived four years prior. The visa on my passport was checked, and I was soon the next person in line to walk through.

“I love you so much, Stacy. I’m going to miss you!” Amanda said, giving me a big hug.

“I love you too, Mommy!” I told her.

“Now get going home so you can get on with your life and your future,” she told me.

My face was tear-streaked as I left her and began walking through the portal. Then, after a bright flash, I found myself back on my home side of the portal. I shook my head for a moment and looked up at the person ahead of me.

‘Looked up?!?’ I thought to myself.

I felt my gut wrench and an ice-cold feeling in my veins as I looked around at the other people waiting in line at the customs desk and realized they were all taller than me.

I nervously approached the customs table, where the lady looked at me, “What’s with the gown?”

“Err… I just graduated from college a couple hours ago, heading home.”

“College?” She asked, stunned, taking in my appearance, but then shook her head and said, “Passport?”

I handed it to her, and she looked at the two visa stamps, “Wow, I haven’t seen anyone stay that long in the other dimension and return before! You were at college, you say?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said politely.

“Why does your passport say you’re 5’10” and male?”

I sighed, “Long story, it is my passport.” I handed over some other documents, “Here is some information from a doctor to verify the changes.”

“I get the gender change… I don’t have a problem with anyone transgender, but what’s with the height?”

I shrugged, “Like you said, I was there a long time. Does anyone really understand the physical effects the portals have on people?”

She shrugged, “True.”

“Well, I’ve seen stranger returns from that dimension. Have you brought anything back with you that you need to declare?”

I didn’t have much, but I showed her what she asked about. As far as they were concerned, there wasn’t much that they worried about people coming back. She didn’t say anything when she saw the packs of diapers that I’d packed inside to be safe. I was looking forward to getting to somewhere I could measure myself, though – I definitely wasn’t 5’10” anymore!

As she cleared me, I didn’t hesitate in hurrying as best I could with the cart of luggage I had to the security gates outside. I saw my Mom and Dad and was dismayed that they didn’t spot me at first.

“Mom!!!” I said and ran to her to hug her.

“Stacy?!?” She asked, “Shouldn’t you be taller?”

“I should be!” I told her with a frown.

She hugged me nonetheless, and it brought home the fact that I was now significantly shorter than Mom. The top of my head only barely reached my mom’s chest. Disregarding my shrunken height, though, Dad and my grandparents took turns wrapping me in tight hugs before we made our way out of the station and out towards the car. My Dad and Grandpa took care of carrying my luggage, and I found my mom’s hand wrapped around my own as we walked to the car.

I noticed several sharply dressed men and their eyes following us as we left. At the car, one of them approached, “I’m Agent Kraft…” he said to me while flipping open a badge.

“Stacy,” I said politely, “What can we do for you?”

“I’d like you to come with me…” he said.

“Not likely,” I told him and stepped closer to my dad and grandfather.

“We can make your life very difficult…” he said, “we just want to ensure...”

“No, I’m not going with you, and I’ll deal with you harshly if you push it further,” I added.

“No, you won’t…” he said. “You can’t do anything to me or any of us!”

I took a second and got out what looked like my old phone. I quickly clicked through some shortcuts I had preprogrammed, fearing something like this, and said, “I can’t? Agent Kraft? You live at…?” In a quick summary, I gave him his life story, and his eyes widened. “I managed to graduate from Emerson in that dimension. You might say I think I’m smarter than anyone in this dimension. Information is a powerful thing that I can do a lot with!” I smirked at him, “We’re leaving now, have a good day, sir,” I told him. “Let’s go!” I said again.

He moved out of the way, and I stayed hugged protectively hugged in Mom’s arms, standing next to her as Dad took care of the luggage. The agents glared at us from a distance away while Kraft called on a phone. When Dad was done loading everything, I climbed into the back with my mom and grandmother and drove to our house.

Mom kept her arm protectively around my shoulder throughout the ride home, probably afraid I wasn’t real or would disappear again! Every now and then, she would tuck a hair back into place on my head. We’d styled my hair into a beautiful updo for graduation that would have made any teenager look older. Amanda had used some pretty crystal-topped pins and pearl combs to hold it in place. I was pretty sure it had made me look cute and like the equivalent of a Toddlers and Tiara contestant in the other dimension, but I loved that Amanda had spent so much time on it! It was like the last gift from her, really… I felt a tear in my eye thinking of my goodbye to her, knowing I would never again go back to that dimension to be hugged by her. ‘I can’t afford to shrink anymore!’ I reminded myself.

Back home, finally, after four years, my dad carried all of my stuff with my mom leading me to my bedroom. There I received a big surprise! Mom had spent time redecorating it to look right for a teenage girl instead of the boy décor that had been there before. She had placed a full-length dressing mirror on the back of the door, and I stared at my image.

I definitely didn’t look like the college-bound boy who had left home four years prior! I stripped the graduation gown off my body and looked like I was about ten or twelve at most in the school dress I wore. My face had changed some during the trip, leaving me looking younger in the face again – not a baby, but definitely not a teenager! The lack of shape of breasts only reinforced that I looked like I was an elementary school girl rather than an adult!

Dad showed up with a tape measure, “Umm… Stacy, why don’t we check and see how tall you are?”

I nodded and stood against the door, knowing I was probably getting an extra inch from my shoes. “Take your shoes off?” Mom suggested.

I sighed but reached down and pressed on the hidden release of the shoes and smiled that the portal officials hadn’t caught onto my shoes or knives hidden therein! They slid off my feet, and I groaned at the loss of height of another two inches. I put them to the side and stood against a wall that my dad pointed to. He pulled out the end and pushed it to the ground while measuring the top of my head. I felt him push down on my hair. “Hey… don’t mess up my hair, please, Dad.”

“Sorry, sweetie, but I wanted to get an accurate measurement. With your hair, you would be four foot one…?”

I groaned, “Without my hair?”

“You’re only three foot eleven,” he told me.

I felt tears then, and Mom embraced me, “I’m sorry, honey!”

“What the hell happened?” Dad asked me after I calmed a bit. “Shouldn’t you have returned to the same height as when you left? We did on our trip!”

I shrugged and sighed, “I think it’s probably a side effect from the nanites,” I told him. “I’ve seen them shrink people when you do changes with them… It never really did anything to me in that dimension, though… I’m guessing my body is this way for at least the foreseeable future.”

“Can’t you use the nanites to grow?” Grandpa asked.

I shook my head, “No, unfortunately, not right now… it’s an energy problem. The same reason I shrink if I adjust them too much, the energy has to come from somewhere.”

I was so concerned about my size that I almost forgot about other needs. Luckily mom’s instincts caught my problem, “Umm… Stacy… do you have a diaper on?”

I jolted, ‘of course I did?’

I blushed as I said, “Yes?”

“I think it needs changed,” she told me.

I sighed and realized that I had left the dimension fully potty trained with almost two extra feet… oh, and I was male before? But those facts seemed to be in the past! Then, all that mattered was the pee dripping down my tights-clad legs from the leaky diaper.

Mom shooed everyone else out of the room. She just stood there as I moved towards where Dad had sat my backpack down on a dresser. I opened the bag up and dug for a second. I was relieved to discover that the diapers seemed to have sized up to my current size.

I had known that potty training wasn’t likely to happen in the other dimension. While I’d been living with Amanda and Fred, I just hadn’t put a lot of effort into it. I’d almost lost control of my bowels in my junior year, too, but just barely nipped that in the bud. One day that fall, I had just barely left the classroom of a class when I’d had a poopy accident! It hadn’t happened until I left, but I’d been about three seconds from major demerits! I’d put more work on that side after that, at least! But I hadn’t really stopped to pee in a toilet in four years, so I wasn’t stupid – accidents were definitely in the forecast!

“You have more diapers in there?” Mom asked from the edge of my room.

“Yes,” I told her.

“You want help?” She asked nervously.

I looked at her and knew that my four-year absence had to have nearly killed her. Then add that I wasn’t the same person I was when I left… I shrugged, “Sure,” I looked around, “Here?”

She quickly grabbed a towel from the hallway and laid it on my bed before patting it. I took the hint and handed her the diaper and wipes before lying down. She pulled the wet tights I was wearing off, the skirt of the dress I had on up, and then ripped open the diaper. “Haven’t done this in a while…” she said.

I smirked, “that’s what I thought the first time!”

She wiped me carefully, exchanged the old diaper for a new one, taped it, and then sat me up as the doorbell rang.

“Who is it?” I wondered aloud.

I didn’t have time to wonder because Mom had barely walked out the door to figure out what to do with my wet pamper when Gabby walked up the stairs.

I stared at her, and she asked, “Do you know where…?” Then, her jaw dropped, “Wait…” she breathed in, “Stacy?!?!”

I smiled, “Hi Gabby,” I told her.

She walked towards me and embraced me in a hug, “I thought you would return to your old height when you came back?”

I laughed, “Me too!!!”

The two of us talked for a long while that night, and over a couple of days, she accompanied my mom and me shopping for a new wardrobe. Most of what I had brought home fit without any problems; the issue was that it was mainly meant for a babied Little. Crotch snaps and short dresses with bloomers hardly seemed appropriate for a girl who appeared to be eight or nine at best. So we had settled on being generous and saying nine…

A week after I returned, the portal agents came to our house and attempted to badger our silence.

“You seem to think you have the upper hand,” I told them across our dinner table.

“We have way more money and power than you do,” an older gentleman said as if educating a young child on the facts of the world.

“Money? Probably… Power…?” I smirked, “Not so much.”

Then, he gaped at me, “How could you ever think to match us? We have…”

“Nothing really, not when certain files and a documentary that I’ve prepared on the treatment of visitors and Littles in that dimension gets out to the public.”

“You’d never be able to…!”

I laughed, “You realize I went to that dimension to study computers, right? And, I received a degree from one of the most cutting-edge universities there.” Then, I smirked, “I already have fail-safes setup with physical and digital copies prepared to automatically be delivered to media companies, politicians, and just straight to several thousand website pages if anything happens to me.”

“Bullshit!” a younger man said.

The older man motioned his hand at him, “My associate in the dimension mentioned you were not an insignificant foe. What will it take to keep you quiet?”

“Leave my family and me alone. If you want to help me blend in and avoid drawing attention to your slavery operation, get me some documentation that says I’m some sort of child prodigy who has graduated high school and college. A new birth certificate and social security card would be nice, but I don’t have a real desire to get into a mix with you. If I don’t regularly contact people and devices, though, the information gets sent. I would just leave me alone if I were you…?”

The older man looked at me and nodded, “Fair enough, you’ll have your documentation. Fail to keep your silence, though, and we’ll be coming after you and your family and sending you all back to the dimension. My colleagues at Venture could use some new stock.”

I changed my mind on tactics then and leaped over the table, pulling my knife out from my shoe and holding it to the man’s throat. “Do you know what I did to the last men from Venture?”

He looked at me with fear dripping in his eyes, and I moved the knife closer to his throat to make my point to his other two associates who were rounding on me. My dad was shouting in the meantime, and I said, “Enough!” I smiled at the man, “Did I make my point? If you ever try to threaten my family again, I will end your life.”

“Understood…” the man gasped.

I stood up, walked to the door, and opened it for the men to leave.

“Stacy, what the hell was that?” My mom yelled at me.

“Mom, Dad… I guess I need to tell you more about my time there than I told you…?”

 
 

Epilogue:
 

THE MEN KEPT their end of the bargain, and I soon had a new birth certificate. The thing I didn’t like was that it said I was only seven years old! I was sure that they did it as an act of revenge! The diplomas were real enough, but the problem was no one would accept them once they saw me. So I began doing work online like a Little would back in the other dimension. I mostly refused to speak to clients, which was odd to many, but I quickly gained a reputation as a fantastic coder. The software projects I was producing quickly made me and my family very rich!

In particular, I was developing AI systems for industries that were so powerful they could all but think for themselves!

I stayed in contact with Amanda and Fred off and on over the proceeding years. A month after I left, one of the first conversations was a bit awkward, though, “So Stacy… what did you do to your cousins?”

I batted my eyelashes innocently, “What do you mean?”

“This past weekend, when we met at my parents’ house… they could all walk again, had teeth, and could talk intelligently. My sisters were kind and absolutely showered them with affection… What did you do?”

I smirked, “I just did what I could to heal everyone.”

I didn’t give more information to her, especially over the unsecured connection at the portal. Still, I had managed to inject all of them with nanites to repair the damage done to them at our last family gathering. I’d programmed a delay, though, so I’d be gone before any consequences! I’d also taken Bella’s parents’ project of making Amazons imprint on their Littles to a new level and given that set of those nanites to Chloe and Cassie and their husbands. The two of them would have had no choice but to actually love their ‘babies’ and not hurt them or mistreat them anymore. I heard that family gatherings had become a lot more peaceful in the coming months!

As much as I wanted independence from my parents, I had to accept that there was no way I could move out now that I appeared to the world to be a kid again. I seemed to the world a girl early in elementary school at best. Mom seemed to enjoy having a daughter my supposed age to play with, go shopping with, and even force me to do things like gymnastics and dance. Well, actually, there wasn’t a lot of coercion there as I had a lot of fun learning how to do both of those! We had to switch studios about once a year so that no one would get suspicious of my appearance not changing.

The biggest problem with those classes was that my potty training was a continuing disaster. No matter what we tried, I could not seem to regain my urinary continence! Further, I seemed to miss with number two accidents at least twice a week…

One doctor had suggested that the estrogen shot Fred said I needed to start my puberty might help matters. He based it on the idea that bedwetting tended to end during puberty for most who struggled. Sadly, nothing happened after six months of monthly and weekly shots, other than I would get violently ill and moody! My body refused to grow, fill out, or start-up my reproductive system. Eventually, I gave up and agreed with the doctor that I might look like I was seven years old for the rest of my life. The only positive thing was that he thought that might be indefinite… like I might live for a couple hundred years or longer than I should!

We tried different protection options to deal with my problems when my diapers from the other dimension ran out. GoodNights and UnderJams were the correct sizes and more discrete, but even my minor leaking accidents would overwhelm them regularly. I hated having wet marks on my clothes or bedding from the embarrassing leaks! The most petite youth and adult diapers would tape on, but barely as I was really skinny now. They would come up nearly to my chest due to their being too big. I also hated the clinical way they looked after being used to cuter diapers in the other dimension!

Before I left, I discovered the ABDL community and began looking to see if they had any answers. I knew they had companies making cute diapers for adults and searched all of them. Sadly, they were all made way too big to fit me. To my surprise, though, exploring one of those boards, I saw a really crazy suggestion that the largest size of baby diapers might fit someone larger than my size. Being about 50 pounds, the largest Pampers was a cuter option, and because I was skinny, they actually did fit pretty well and worked infinitely better!

Most adults were pretty good about not calling out my diapers… About once a week, though, we would hear some comment about them. ‘How sad that her mom hasn’t even potty trained that girl!’ or ‘Diapers? At that age?’ Inevitably one of those parents would brag about their daughter being potty trained before she was even two. It was one of the major differences in our dimensions, really. Back in the other dimension, they might heckle, but it was expected that a girl my size there would be in diapers. Here, my height meant I was an outcast since I had to wear diapers.

Over the years, I became desperate to at least not have to stand in a leotard with a diaper’s edges showing when I went out to practice. I could handle the little girl part, but the diapers needed to go! So I began looking at the one resource I still hadn’t tried – the nanites.

They were still active in my body, and I knew I could still make some changes with them. I theorized that there might still be a buildup of the one protein from nursing Amanda’s milk for so long? I started programming the system to remove that again if so. I also researched and discovered a couple other points in my nervous system that might be malfunctioning and causing the problems.

That was how seven years after I’d returned home, I told my mom I would try it. She, too, was desperate to help me get rid of the diapers and the rude comments and encouraged the attempt. Using the large account that I had developed, I hired a nurse to come and help hook me up to a special nutrient solution I calculated would be necessary during the change so I wouldn’t shrink again. Late one afternoon Mom and the nurse watched as I pressed a send button on the computer screen with the code and waited for the jolt that had usually accompanied an edit.

It came, but it was a lot more than a jolt!

I panicked and screamed as my body twisted in shock and pain for several long moments. Mom stayed back as I’d instructed her. I knew instantly that something had definitely changed with the update.
 

I MUST HAVE passed out for just a second but instantly feared what had happened when I looked at mom’s wide eyes. I sat up on the floor and was shocked to realize my head was now nearly at my mom’s chest level with half of my body still on the ground! I looked down and realized that the diaper I had been wearing had split entirely apart, as had the clothes I had been wearing.

“Are you okay?” Mom asked me worriedly.

“I don’t know…?” I told her as I tried to stand up awkwardly, assisted by the nurse.

As I stood, I caught my reflection in my bedroom mirror and gasped!

I actually had to lean down to look at my face and look around at my nude body in complete shock!

Mom looked up at me worriedly, “Stacy, are you okay?”

I looked down at her and said, “How tall am I…?”

“Taller than me… that’s for sure,” she told me.

I hadn’t been taller than my mom since before I left to go to the other dimension, so it was more than a bit disconcerting as she offered me a bathrobe that marginally covered my body. I was still very skinny but had suddenly grown proportional breasts that looked small on my frame. The nurse left once she was reminded of the NDA, and Mom stood on a short step-stool to determine how tale I was now.

“Almost seven feet,” she said in shock.

“Where am I going to find clothes…?” I couldn’t help but wonder.

“You’ll probably have to have everything made for you, sweetie,” she told me.

Right then, I felt a tingle in my bladder and realized that I needed to pee! So I hurriedly took a few long strides down to the bathroom but felt a piddling sensation down the inside of my legs just before I sat down.

“Oh no,” Mom said, “It didn’t work, did it?”

I shrugged, “I think it did; actually, I’m just not used to feeling a warning anymore…?”

So began three hard weeks of potty training, dealing with a first period, and getting in special ordered clothes to fit my frame. I had called Amanda and Fred not long afterward and listened to a scathing rebuke from Amanda, “What were you thinking? What would you have done if you’d shrank instead?”

“I had to do something…” had been my response to her.

Fortunately, nothing bad seemed to have come out of the experiment, and instead, I seemed to be an ordinary adult woman now. Well, ordinary except for the freakish height. Now that I didn’t look like I should be bound by laws for minors, I began pushing forward with my company ‘Regulated Intelligence’ even further. My understanding of AI continued to grow beyond even what had existed in the other dimension. It meant that my company was the leading firm for several industries that licensed our technology. The wealth I built up from it all had quickly placed my name among the most elite of billionaires around the world. I took care to give as much of it away as I could each year, though, and had many charitable endowments across the globe that I had set up.

Over time, I reconnected with Gabby and learned that she and I had never hooked up in high school for a reason; she hadn’t been interested in the male me. Female me, though…

A year after we both learned we had feelings for each other, we were married and looking at one of us carrying a baby. “You should be the one,” she told me.

“Why me???” I asked her incredulously.

“Who has more experience with babies?”

I glared at her, but nothing had changed that conversation! My arm was twisted, and the guilt turned up that I should go first in creating our little family. A little over a year later, I decided she would most definitely be next because I wasn’t doing that again! I delivered a beautiful baby boy, “What are you going to name him?” Dad asked me.

“Not Stacy!” I told him!

After some debate, I did compromise with the family name, though. Little Connor Stacy Slane couldn’t have been a more beautiful baby, I decided as I nursed him a few weeks later at home in a rocking chair. “You look natural like that,” a video screen with Amanda showed.

“Thanks, Mommy,” I told her, “I think maybe I understand better now how you used to feel.”

“That’s just what Bella says too!” She said to me with a smile.

Connor started to cry, and a quick sniff told me why. “I’ve got to go. Tell Bella I love her! Love you!”

As I changed the poopy diaper, I reflected that I had no desire to change those forever, unlike Amanda! Then, staring into my baby boys’ eyes, Gabby came and hugged me as we watched him go to sleep in his crib.

“Better on this side?” She asked me with a knowing smile.

“Much, but if you’d like to compare, I’m sure I can arrange a place for you to stay!”

“It’s bad enough feeling like a kid next to you!” She kidded me quietly.

I just smirked and found myself picking her up for fun like I often did.

“Put me down, you big bully!” She told me with a smile before we kissed.

“Or what?”

“Or… I’ll call your Mommy and tell her you’re coming home…” she smirked.

“Only if I’m taking you with me,” I smirked. As we made love that night, I solicited the promise out of her that she was up next on maternity duty. Ironically while she had a baby next, I had two more when I bore twins two years later. Our happy family grew and progressed through their typical milestones like children should.

Nearly twenty years after making the last edit of my nanites, my son Connor came to me. “Mom, the University set up an exchange program with the other dimension. Can I go…?”

I grimaced as I pictured him back in diapers. I knew better than to fight his choice; all Slane men had a tradition of adventuring, after all…

Finis

Postscript

This concludes my Exchange trilogy about Stacy's adventures in the Diaper Dimension. If you enjoyed this, I have written a number of other tales that also would be of interest - all of the completed ones are on Amazon Kindle. If you've enjoyed it, please consider purchasing the books in this series and more! You can find them, as well as my other works, here on Amazon Kindle. I am planning to post more of these works on this site in 'order' as I think of them. The next will be from my 'Tour Guides' collection of a short and a novella before I post 'Seems Too Good.' Because Tour Guides is not necessarily TG based, I'll probably post it in fewer installments to avoid cluttering up the site. I'll post them sometime soon. This next week in the real world is quite busy, so it probably won't be this week.

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