Prologue and Chapter 1 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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The Legal Stuff: Exchanged © 2017-2024 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
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.

Copyright © 2017-2024 By Sofia Hammerstein. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
 
 

This work is, first and foremost, a work of Adult Baby Diaper Lover (ABDL) Fiction. If diapers, bottles, and babying of adults are not your cup of tea, I would advise you to move on to another work. However, if those don’t offend you, I hope you will enjoy this tale!

Years ago, I dealt with writer’s block on another work I was writing. During my drought of ideas for the other work, the concept of writing a novel in the ‘Diaper Dimension’ took hold. It began a nearly three-year span of writing what became three separate works. This book, Exchanged, is the first in that Trilogy. I write primarily for fun, but many have asked me to publish this work on Amazon over the past few years. So I did make it available there. I have posted this on a few other sites, but I feel there might be some readers on this site who might appreciate this but haven't read it.

Before I push onward with the novel, I need to credit the concept of the Diaper Dimension to, ‘Princess Pottypants,’ and her original work ‘Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension.’ Her initial work set off what has become a whole universe of stories. (That work is also available on Amazon!) I appreciate her generous permission to publish this work based on her created concepts!

Thank you to my readers who have commented and encouraged me throughout my postings online! Thanks also to DP for taking the time to help me proof my works recently!

Most of all, thank you to anyone who purchases my novels and takes the time to read them!

Prologue

I STARED AT the computer for a long moment at the text of my ad in front of me.

"Inter-Dimensional College Exchange Student Looking For Room And Board

18-year-old student is currently seeking room and board for his time studying at Emerson University. Accepted into Emerson University's Computer Science program and hopes to graduate with a Bachelor's degree. Upon researching the dynamic at the university, believes renting a room in a home would be the best option. Open to 'traditional' Little living conditions, but must remain mentally unaltered and able to physically still walk and function normally as an adult. Must be allowed to complete a degree and be delivered back to home dimension.

Terms open for negotiation. Contract of funds to be paid half upon agreement and half upon delivery of student back to home dimension."

Two years ago, my family had gone on an adventure to the new dimensional world of the Amazons. Our guided trip had been a life-changing trip, as I had been amazed at their level of technology and how far they had brought their computers and engineering beyond our current levels! It was incredible! A college tour of their local Emerson University made me really want to go to school there. During the visit, I saw supercomputers and faculty that blew my mind. Even if when I looked around, it seemed like being as short as I was compared to everyone else would be a problem, I was intrigued!

Apparently, one of the side effects of going through the dimension was a reduction in height for many people. I had been five feet eight inches tall back home at the time, but only about four feet and an inch when I arrived in the other dimension. All around me had been giants in the form of the Amazons! Even my parents felt like kids in comparison to them. According to our guide, my dad had been alone amongst us in remaining a height that could be considered an 'In-Betweener.' The guides immediately assured us that they would ensure we were not 'poached' if we stayed with the group. We were strongly discouraged from any outside exploration!

It hadn't taken long after that conversation for me to see why when I saw a nearly naked college girl being breastfed on a bench. Her breasts gave away the idea she wasn't a regular baby. Still, other things like her yellowing diaper made things more confusing. The lady, her' mother,' gave me a quick glance and a wink before noticing the guide. To the tour company's credit, they managed to get us back home safely after a two-week tour of the fantastic new world. I had taken in every bit of information about how adult 'littles' ended up as babies. It disturbed me that nearly seventy percent of them ended up as surrogate babies. Still, if you ignored that, the world was so amazing!

Towards the end of our trip, I was able to sit down and pick the brain of one of the few free littles we met while we were at a restaurant.

"I'd love to come to school at Emerson," I told him.

"What for?"

"Computer science," I told him.

He nodded, "I hear we are way ahead of you with our technology… but you would have to be very careful. Most of the time, they'll let an intelligent little get through the first three years of college because they get so many grants for them from the government. But as soon as that fourth-year rolls around, they find an excuse to send you to an etiquette school instead… Then it's back to diapers, drooling, crawling, and breastfeeding for life."

I found myself slightly enticed by that but asked, "I don't suppose there are any that survive to graduate?"

"A few… sometimes a very clever little like myself can make it through if you are always watching. Too often, though, you let your guard slip one time, and the nearest Amazon to you will spank you, diaper you, and adopt you as their new baby…"

On the last day of our trip, I snagged an Emerson brochure. For the last two years, I had dreamed of nothing but going to school in that dimension at that school. I just had to figure out how to do it and still have my mind and body mostly intact when I returned.

Given the cost of the network hop to the inter-dimensional network, I proofread the ad several more times. I changed its wording several times in the hopes my meaning would be clear. My parents were very well off and had invested and saved quite a college savings account for me. Emerson had been very intrigued by my application and had actually awarded me a full-ride scholarship. That meant that the savings account was available for other expenses. I figured if we decided on a monthly fee for rental and board that we would pay in full, then with another payment of that total amount plus thirty-three percent upon my delivery back here at home, I would have a good shot at remaining free in the end. Money seemed to make the world go around there too.

At least that was the hope… So, I opened up a brief connection and submitted it to that universe's Craigslist server and hoped for the best.

Chapter 1: Contracts

A WEEK LATER, I found myself looking through fifty-eight responses to my ad. About half of them seemed to not care about the money and just wanted a baby… those went in the trash file of my computer in a hurry. I held another dozen or so as a backup if the others fell through. Finally, I had it narrowed down to about five real possibilities.

All of the replies left were couples that currently had no kids. After thinking more about what the Little had told me, I had decided upon that requirement. Apparently, when a toddler is taller than you, they see you as a great target to pick on. The last thing I wanted to deal with was an Amazon baby picking on me and making life miserable…

I picked out two couples from that last pile with at least one person working at the university. The first couple on the pile was Jennifer and Mark Nimitz. Mark was a doctor in the med school focusing on 'Little' care and Anatomy and Physiology of them. Jennifer had earned a doctorate in Psychiatry focusing on Little needs but wasn't currently working full time after leaving a recent position. "They certainly would understand your needs," my mom had said.

"Yeah, but I'm a little scared they might understand how to manipulate me too well…"

She had just nodded without saying anything more. My parents weren't actively fighting me on this decision, but they had both made it clear that they thought I was crazy to be willing to risk my adulthood there.

The second couple was named Amanda and Fred Westerfield. Fred was a professor at the medical school specializing in obstetrics, and Amanda was a professor in the engineering department teaching courses in biomechanical engineering. Both of them worked on the university campus I wanted to attend. I hoped I could continue through school without ending up in the campus daycare, and on paper, they really were a good bet to help. In addition, Amanda's field was the next most interesting to study, so I thought we might have some common interests.

In the end, we set up an appointment at the Inter-Dimensional Portal Center to video conference with both couples in a private room. My vibe on Jennifer and Mark stayed the same, practically screaming a big warning sign when they spoke. I had ended the call by saying, "I'll be in touch when I've made my decision."

Amanda and Fred, though, were a completely different experience as my parents and I talked to them. "I love this idea of being your surrogate family so you can come study here. I believe you can learn a lot from us and probably vice versa," Amanda said with a smile.

"You understand the stipulation that I would be coming back home upon graduation?" I asked.

"Absolutely, Stacy, we'd be happy to have you on those terms," he said with a smile, "I'll even guarantee you we'll get you through that degree! Even if we have to help make sure professors don't play games with you."

"I'm not asking for you to fight all of my battles," I said with a little bit of concern.

"We're not saying we will," Amanda soothed, "but this is a different dimension. To be perfectly honest, some professors won't take you seriously as anything but a baby if you come over as a Little."

I nodded, "That's what I heard when we visited."

"You visited?" Fred asked, surprised.

"We came for a family vacation with a guide two years ago," my mom told them over my shoulder as she absent-mindedly played with my long hair. "Ever since then, all Stacy has wanted to do is come there to study at Emerson. He wants to learn about everything that you all do in computers since you're so much further ahead of us here."

They nodded, and Amanda looked perplexed for a moment but asked, "You do understand if you come, we will have to alter some of your… umm… clothing options?"

I nodded, "I kind of expected that based on the other littles I saw around. I just don't want to end up with the mind of an infant, toddler, or preschooler," I tried to cover all bases there, "or end up with some of the bizarre surgeries I saw there where teeth were removed, or something was done to where they could only crawl…" I shuddered visibly at the thought of a few of those 'babies' we had seen.

Fred smiled, "Don't worry about those types of things. We'll not only make sure you don't go through those, but we'll also help you avoid some of the traps that some of our kind have set up. I'll go ahead and forewarn you against watching TV on your own. There's a program called Naomi and Oliver, which I know for a fact will regress you and addict you to it. We also have some scientists that have come up with other shows that will mess with your head. So please, regardless if you choose us, avoid those if you don't want to be a mindless drooling baby."

I nodded, "If I do come… what will you expect?"

"Well, right now, any little without a diaper on is a sitting target for kidnapping. So, I honestly believe your best bet is to plan on wearing them for the duration of your time in college here."

I sighed and nodded, "I kind of expected that. What else?"

"Well… If you don't mind letting me indulge myself a little?" Amanda asked calmly.

"How much is a little?"

"Well, if you're going to be in diapers… just a nursery and a highchair at the dinner table."

Dad practically seemed to be laughing next to me, but mom pinched his leg hair or something, and he suddenly became serious. "You're serious?" He asked.

"Mr. Slane, it's a matter of custom as much as anything. But it will also serve as a way for us to keep Stacy safe. If they found out a little wasn't being properly cared for, the state could come in and take Stacy to an orphanage… We have to be very careful with this plan, especially if Stacy is going to attend classes."

"Oh my!" My mom said worriedly next to me.

I looked at the screen and the two friendly-looking faces on it. Amanda's blonde hair actually matched mine nearly perfectly. Fred's eyes twinkled and seemed to be a similar Hazel to mine. They actually mirrored my own parents so closely it was almost unnerving. Mom's hair was just a bit darker than mine, and dad had the same Hazel eyes I had. The risk of this was great, but if I could return with the knowledge of their level of technology, I could make a fortune back here.

"So yeah… I guess I could deal with that." I responded.

They both beamed at me, and I felt my own parents shudder a bit. "Great! Now with this deal, I know you're trying your best to make a safe contract for yourself. This is a unique opportunity that I agree needs to be done right. Do you have a contract drawn up already?" Fred asked me.

"Yes, sir, let me just note the items we agreed to really quick, and I'll send it over to you to look it over and sign."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to have our own attorney look it over?" Amanda suggested.

"That's fine, and then we'll countersign it when it comes back." I said before adding, "My parents are going to sign as witnesses to the action as well."

"Sounds good!" Amanda said, "This is really exciting, Stacy!"

My future surrogate parents began talking as they turned away from the screen, and I just made out something about "I can't wait to have our own little g…" before the screen went blank.

'I told them I'm a guy… Right?' I asked myself. Stacy was a terrible name for a boy!

"Stacy, let's go ahead and note the items you all agreed to here," mom said. We noted that diapers were okay, a nursery was okay, a high chair was okay, and car seats I knew were mandatory by law. We went over clauses that I was to be unaltered psychologically via brainwashing techniques or physically altered to prevent my locomotion as a normal adult on two legs were also noted. I hoped we had hit the majority of the things that would be fates worse than death in the contract before we scanned it through the office's scanner and sent it to the Westerfield's.

I also sent a polite message to the Nimitz couple to let them know I had gone with someone else. I was told by both the Little, and the guides, that being rude in any way was a bad idea!

As we drove home, I couldn't help but note the fact that sitting in a regular car seat, eating in a standard chair, and sleeping in a regular bed might be a short-lived idea. At home, Mom called, "Stacy are you going to just keep letting your hair grow for college?"

I shrugged, "I suspect it won't matter one way or another there, Mom. I like it long myself, so I'm just going to leave it."

She nodded, "I hope it doesn't cause problems there."

I thought back to what Amanda had been in the middle of saying as the screen cut off and just shook my head. 'It'll be fine…'

THE NEXT FEW weeks were crazy as May wrapped up, and I graduated from high school with my plans for my future set in motion. I was proud to be the salutatorian of my class to my good friend Gabby who was .01 points ahead of me GPA-wise. But unfortunately, I had made the mistake of taking some non-AP classes as electives like band, and they had brought my GPA down. I was bummed, but I had no real reason to be upset with a full ride to college in the other dimension.

At the post-graduation party the school ran, she asked me, "So you're really going through with this plan to go to school in the other dimension?"

I nodded and smiled, "It's an adventure!"

"Sure… but haven't you heard the stories? I mean, I'm sure they're just stories… but…"

I shook my head, "They're actually true…" I said softly, "when we visited a couple years ago, I saw it happening."

She looked horrified, "Then why the hell are you going?"

"You wouldn't believe how advanced their computers and technology are! If I can go and learn their level of computer science and come back with that knowledge, I'll be able to make a fortune here!"

"From what I've heard, and you just said that's only if you don't come back drooling and crawling on the floor waiting for an Amazon mommy to change you or feed you…"

I sighed, "We've set up a pretty strict contract to make it worth the family's while to get me back here unharmed. Basically, they'll get $100,000 when I go to pay for my room and board for four years, and then an additional $150,000 when they send me back."

"What if they decide it's more worth it to just keep you…?"

I didn't have an answer to that question and just shrugged. After that night, I just kept moving towards my future plans. I was young and invulnerable! I spent the summer enjoying every bit of freedom I could though! Not that I was partying and drinking, but I drove everywhere I could and spent as much time with my friends as was possible. I watched many of them leave for their colleges early, leave for the military, or just generally begin working hard at menial jobs.

Once a week, I traded emails with the Westerfield's about the upcoming move. Then, on a whim, I sent them the graduation photo of me receiving my diploma, "That's a great picture of you, sweetie!" Amanda Westerfield had responded almost immediately. I liked the image as my hair was just behind my head where it should be, and I had a great smile.

Their responses made me wonder how hard it would be to get used to the new life I had agreed to. However, they were invaluable in liaising with the university registrar and deans' offices. Together we had gotten all of the paperwork squared away for my scholarship, and my initial course request list was in the system. The week after I arrived, I would be able to pick up my schedule.

There had been several hiccups with the system as we'd moved forward since I was 'just a little,' and I was from the dimension they considered behind them. However, it was only the backing of Amanda that had really guaranteed me a spot in the department of my choice without further issues, provided I passed a local exam. In addition, she guaranteed I would be 'disciplined' and would 'stand up to their rigorous standards.' I had been fearful of what that could mean, but there was a clause in the contract that stated should I be kicked out or drop out of the university, I would also be returned home.

About three weeks before it was time to leave, I couldn't help but notice that I was paying attention to babies and their care more than I ever had. Diaper commercials would come on TV, and I would blush, thinking about how I would soon be wearing them myself. Strollers and car seats, high chairs, everything seemed to make me shudder when I saw them - I knew it wouldn't be long till I was stuck in them myself… I just had to hope it really would be temporary. Then, one day Gabby called me and asked, "Hey Stacy, I'm babysitting and bored. Do you want to come over?"

Knowing friends would be fleeting, I agreed and went over. She held a little baby girl in one arm as she answered the door. "Hey, Stacy!" she said as she gave me a hug from the opposite side of the baby.

"Hey, Gabby," I told her and followed her inside.

"I was just getting ready to give Elena her dinner. Why don't you come sit down with me?" She asked.

I watched her buckle Elena into the high chair straps, "How old is she?"

"Seven months," she said, "isn't she adorable?"

I had to agree, "She is," looking at her wearing a pink romper with flowers on it.

I watched as Gabby opened a jar of some disgusting-looking baby food and poured some into a little bowl. She microwaved it briefly and then set it aside while putting a bib on her. "Want to taste?" she asked me as she sat there.

I made a face.

"I dare you, baby boy," she smirked.

I sighed and let her put a spoonful in my mouth. It was some sort of beef concoction, but the texture made me want to gag! I managed to swallow it without puking, "That's awful," I told her.

When she rinsed the spoon off and fed it to Elena, she didn't quite agree. But, while she wasn't fan enough to let it all in her mouth, she did seem to mostly be okay with it. Her face and bib were a mess though, when I think Gabby decided she had enough.

"Stacy, there are some pouches of Elena's milk in the fridge. Would you mind getting one and pouring it into one of the bottles over there?" she asked me as she began attacking the squirming Elena with a baby wipe.

"Sure," I said, confident that I could manage such a task.

I reflected that I'd never really been around babies as an only child. Babysitting as a boy wasn't really common, and I was usually too busy to have ever been asked anyway. I saw some pouches I recognized as breast milk storage inside the fridge. I had found myself looking at such things on the Internet for months now. The closer the day drew, it seemed like I found myself looking at what existed for babies. I couldn't help but shudder and picture the woman I had seen when we first stepped into the dimension on our visit. I did as I was asked and poured a pouch in one of the bottles and even was smart enough to assemble the bottle.

"Just place it in this warmer?" I asked her.

"Yes, there's a mark on how much water to add from that jug next to the stove."

Before long, the bottle was done, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a rocking chair in her nursery, holding the bottle for baby Elena while she nursed. Gabby coached me every now and then and then took a very content and sleepy Elena from my arms and burped her over her shoulder. I watched stuff come out of her mouth and grimaced a bit there, but Gabby expected it and just wiped her face off. I watched as she laid her down on the changing table and popped open the crotch snaps on her outfit. She quickly changed her diaper, which had been more than wet. I felt my nose scrunch up at the smell...

"You ready for these moments?" Gabby asked me quietly as she taped her diaper back up.

"Not really," I admitted to her quietly. She placed a pacifier in her mouth, and we quietly snuck out of the room.

"I think you're crazy, Stacy, but I'm kind of envious of your adventure," she told me before I left to go home.

"I know I'm crazy…" I admitted.

For the next couple of weeks, I would find myself waking up from nightmares. Gabby changed my messy diapers in those nightmares or fed me that disgusting mush. Unfortunately, the cold sweats I woke up in didn't do much to help me relax about my upcoming adventure.

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