Chapters 21, 22, and 23 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 21: 'Options'
 

I GRABBED AHOLD of the rope as Madison led us out but was relieved to see Amanda waiting for me. She stood next to Fred, who was holding Bella and lightly bouncing her up and down.

Bella was dressed in a babyish yellow dress with a ruffled scoop neck. I could see there was a set of attached bloomers covering her diaper. The frilly bloomers showed around Fred’s hands where he supported her by her bottom. Amanda asked, “Ready for lunch?”

I followed her as I could hear growing murmurs of shock from my fellow Littles. I ignored them and nodded, “Where are we going?”

“There’s a restaurant nearby that many doctors go for lunch with good sandwiches?” Fred said tentatively.

I smiled, “Sounds good!”

I walked with them a little way until we were out of sight of the Littles, heading to the cafeteria. Amanda must have been waiting for that because she picked me up, sat me on her hip, and began walking faster than I could. I leaned into her and squeezed in the best hug I could manage then, knowing how fortunate I was right then. She squeezed me back gently. I think she knew I was upset about something as she patted my back gently. Then, when we’d made it a block down the road away from campus, she asked, “Everything okay?”

I shrugged, “Nothing new, just a really depressing session,” I told her honestly.

“Who ran it anyway?”

“Professor Marshall?” I said.

“Oh… That’s really cool,” Bella said from Fred’s arms, having heard me.

“Why?”

“He’s the biggest advocate for Littles civil rights out there. I can’t imagine a session with him being depressing?” She said, confused.

“Well, he was being pretty blunt about what most Littles in the room should expect in their futures,” I told her.

Her eyes opened, frowned, and then nodded, “You’re right; that would be depressing.”

Neither Amanda nor Fred really tried to pry anything else out then. So instead, I sat and listened as Amanda and Fred talked over lunch about what they were doing when they returned to work with Bella. I sat in a booster seat while Bella was in a highchair with a bib on. It was a novelty to eat outside a highchair and be without a bib. “Just in case another student comes in,” Amanda had whispered. I wasn’t sure what the point of avoiding babying me was, but I just went with the flow and was careful with my food. It was nice to be treated like a big kid, at least!

Apparently, they had toured the university daycare that morning with Bella. “It was awful,” Bella said quietly before taking another bite of an enormous pickle sliver she was holding.

“I didn’t see a lot, but what I did see makes me agree,” Amanda said with a sigh. “It’s really just another etiquette school!”

I nodded, “Sounds about like we heard earlier.”

“What did he say about it?” Amanda asked curiously.

I made eyes around the room, “I’ll tell you more later… but basically, he walked everyone through the process if they get their demerits. The way he talked made me think the daycare here was more about breaking Littles than taking care of them…?”

Bella shuddered and nodded as she took a bite of the pickle.

“Well, I guess we’ll go check out the hospital next,” Fred said. “It’d be better if we could use one of the two because they’d be convenient for us.”

“Yeah, but you don’t want her to be picked on all the time, right?” I said softly.

“No, we don’t,” Amanda said. “You sure you don’t want to just come to class with me?”

She shook her head, “Especially with my ‘big sis’ being in your class, it would probably make things worse for her.”

I opened my eyes at that but couldn’t help but think she’d be right. Just having other Littles see her when I met up with them caused some stares and grumbling…

“You may be right,” Fred spoke after a moment.

I looked at my watch and said, “We need to start walking back if we’re going to get me back in time?”

Amanda stood up then and picked me up out of the booster seat and sat me on her hip while Fred gathered the diaper bag and Bella. They set off on a pretty brisk walk back toward campus. Just as we came to the building, Amanda sat me down on the ground and grabbed my hand to lead me back into Destiny Hall. “Destiny seems like a really terribly ironically named place to hold these seminars,” I told her as we approached the room.

“It was renamed fifty years ago and supposed to be about the destiny of making it to the stars,” she told me in response. “But I agree… there are other halls.”

She felt my diaper and said, “You need to be changed.” She looked at her watch quickly and pulled me along to the bathroom. “Let’s get you up on the table,” she said. She was clearly a little stressed as she picked me up and put me on the changing table. I turned bright red as she reached for my backpack, grabbed wipes and a diaper before pushing the skirt of my dress out of the way. She had just pulled the tapes loose from my diaper when Madison and a couple Littles from my nest walked in the door.

“Go use the potties over there. Let me know if you need help using the potty!” Madison said in a condescending voice before turning and making eye contact with me just as Amanda pulled the front of the diaper down.

“Oh, hi, Stacy!” She said with a squeal, “You’re such a cutie!”

I grunted a ‘thanks’ as Amanda picked my ankles up in her hand and slid the wet diaper out, and used a wipe on my bottom before setting me on a new diaper. If I thought I couldn’t get any redder, I was wrong as Natasha came out the stall door and made eye contact with me. I turned my head in embarrassment and looked at the wall wishing I had a pacifier right then.

“Oh, Natasha, out already?” Madison said, “Let’s just check your panties and make sure you’re all clean!”

I couldn’t help but look as Natasha had her skirt pulled up to her chest and panties exposed. Madison had her turn around and looked down the back of her panties before pulling her skirt down and saying, “Just a couple of drops that you missed, huh?”

Natasha flushed red but didn’t answer.

“Maybe training panties would be a good idea tomorrow?” Madison said, “Just a suggestion. It’s not like you need actual baby diapers like Stacy over there,” she reassured her.

I bit my tongue then, and as Amanda sat me down on the ground, I pulled my skirt back down. She washed her hands and then held me up to do so. We left before Madison and the two Littles, and she bent down and gave me a hug, “I’m sorry, Stacy.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know why it feels like such a big deal since I know every Little is getting diapered at night and was yesterday…?”

She kissed me on my forehead, “Go into your lecture; I’ll be waiting when you get done.”

“Don’t forget there’s that Lambda Delta Pi event this afternoon?”

“You still want to go?”

“If I may…?”

“Hmm… Maybe I’ll see if Megan can pick you up from here and take you? You could hang out with her in her dorm… You have plenty of diapers?” She whispered the last part.

I nodded, “I’m not making that mistake again!”

“Okay, I’ll text you when I figure it out.”

I looked around for Fred, but Amanda said, “They waited outside; I’ll see you later,” she hugged me and left me to walk into the lecture hall, where I found my nest sitting in the same spot.

I had just managed to sit down on my booster when Natasha caught my eye and mouthed a ‘sorry.’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I mouthed to her with a shrug.

At that point, a large Amazon lady with the beginning of gray in her hair began speaking at the lectern. “Quiet down now, boys and girls!”

‘She sounds like a kindergarten teacher!’ I instantly became annoyed and wondered what kind of future she wanted us to plan for. The slide for the session said, ‘Planning for the Future’ and had a smaller subtitle that said ‘Know Your Options.’

“Good afternoon,” she said to silence.

“Oh, you can do better than that, boys and girls! I said, good afternoon!”

I found myself half-heartedly repeating it back to her a couple times with everyone before she was happy. “Now that’s how you properly greet someone! My name is Mrs. Beauregard, and I serve as the Director of Student Services and Job Placement for Littles at Emerson.”

She paused as if wondering if she needed to use smaller words. The patronizing tone of her voice was painful to my ears.

“My job is ultimately to make sure that all of you have a wonderful future when you leave Emerson. So today, I would especially like to tell you about some of your choices and opportunities as you move on with your lives. College is a hard path for anyone, but Littles often struggle more than our big students. Finals, loans, maintaining your GPA, course work, and even social situations often bring our smaller students to tears. It’s sad, and when we see you struggle so hard, it makes sense that we offer you some other options in case you get in over your head.”

No one dared to speak out against this speaker, but I could hear a lot of uncomfortable shifting in seats. Also, the squeaking of the fold-down chairs moving up and down a little was annoying.

She changed the slide, ‘Finding your way into a New Home.’ It showed a male and female Little about our age being held by two smiling parents. The boy was in a onesie with a diaper proudly showing its edges, while the girl was in a dress that seemed to be surreptitiously pulled up by her ‘mom’ just to show her thick purple diaper. The two ‘babies’ had disturbingly broad smiles that at least showed they still had their teeth. Both smiled at the camera as if they were the happiest babies they could be, not seeming to have a care in the world about their lack of freedom! There was more shifting and now some muttering in the back with this slide.

“Quiet now, please, boys and girls. Now I know some of you think that you’re really big boys and girls, but this is a great option for many of you! My office has a service where we help you get matched with a compatible family to adopt you to their loving home. We screen all applicants before they even get near any of our students. You also get a chance to have some input on whether you feel comfortable with one set of parents or not.”

She selected the next slide that showed some facts about their adoptions and satisfaction, “We have a Ninety-Five percent satisfaction rate with our Littles that go to their new homes. Our participants in the program always thank us for taking such good care of them and finding them their new loving homes.”

A new slide said, ‘Benefits.’ “The benefits of a Little participating are numerous! You won’t have to worry about those difficult math and science classes, you won’t have to pay another bill, you don’t have to worry about having a roof over your head, a bed to sleep in, or where your next meal is going to come from. Our adoptive families are given extensive training before adoption to care for your every need and give you a loving home.”

The following slide said, ‘How to Enroll in Happy Griffins,’ featured the smiling Little girl from earlier. Her head was being dipped by the ‘dad,’ who was goofing around with her. You could see he was catching her after tossing her into the air. The picture captured her pigtails flying through the air. “If this seems like something that interests you, please understand you’re allowed to join the program until you receive the ten demerits of disciplinary action. If you reach that point, you are no longer eligible for our program. This is just a practical policy since you will no longer be a student at the university. Providing you begin the paperwork before that point, you are then exempted from the demerits while we process your application. If this sounds like a fun and exciting future to you, then all you have to do is come to our office and say you want to join!”

‘Process,’ was the next slide that showed with the boy now grinning from a swing in a park. “Once you join the program, we will move you to our dorm that is reserved just for our special participants! Our caregivers in the dorm will immediately help pack away anything you don’t need into storage for your new home while also getting you used to your new future. You won’t have to worry about the potty monster anymore, and you’ll sleep in a nice safe bed! While we’re waiting to find just the right family for you, your days will be spent relaxing and taking it easy with the other participants. You’ll no longer be paying tuition, and you’ll be off to easy street from then on.”

‘What a load of crap,’ I thought in my head. For the next twenty minutes, she explained how you would meet potential new families and join what I would consider the Little mill… One Little finally had enough and shouted, “This is bullshit!”

Mrs. Beauregard looked at the audience and picked out the boy who had shouted. “Young man, come up here now!”

He said, “No, ma’am, I have a right to speak my mind freely - I’m still a free Little.”

She walked down to the chair he sat in, and all of our eyes and heads turned to watch what I assumed was a coming train wreck. Then, wordlessly she went to him and picked him up under the arms, “Put me down!!!!!”

She didn’t and easily manhandled the squirming boy as she moved back to the front of the lecture hall and found a chair sitting there that she sat down on. She yanked the boy’s pants down to his ankles and examined his regular underwear without saying a word. “Hmm… some tracks in here, so you have poopy pants. You were a big boy before, but obviously, that’s not the case now. So before you go to the Dean, I will make sure you understand your new place.” Her hand began raining down blows on him over and over and over again. I internally reached thirty before I stopped counting and felt my eyes water at the thought of that much pain. He was a blubbering mess as she let him sit up and pulled off his clothes.

I blushed at his naked body and felt terrible for him as she spoke to one of the nest mothers. She dug around in a bag before handing her a thick diaper covered in juvenile cartoon characters. She had him dressed in it quickly as his cries continued, “Go ahead and take him to Dean Sanders, let her know about his poopy pants, talking back to a teacher, and swearing. I count sixteen demerits there, so I guess we have our next student moving on. Tell her I think Tippy Toes is the best facility for him.”

The silence as we watched him be carried out in just the diaper blubbering in pain, was painful.

As the door to the room’s rear slammed shut, I couldn’t help but think that so had the boy’s future. Of course, I’d have to go look when I got home, but I had a feeling Tippy Toes was an etiquette school… and probably not one you wanted to be in.

 
 

Chapter 22: Sisterhood
 

“MY APOLOGIES FOR the poor behavior of your classmate. Like I said, many of you may find that volunteering to join our program may be in your best interests.”

She spoke for a few more minutes, but I think most of us tuned it out before finally changing to a slide about ‘Job Placement.’

“Now, many of you are perfectly capable of being big boys and girls and will be looking for a job when you graduate, Emerson. We believe strongly in our students leaving the university with a loving home or a great job. We have several services that help you locate jobs in your field that are willing to consider hiring Littles for those jobs. We also help your future employers understand the grants and special financing options available to them through the government for taking on a Little worker.”

“We also understand some of you may be interested in starting up your own businesses and help with loan applications for that process.”

She paused for a moment, and just from her demeanor, it was obvious what she thought about Littles and where they should end up. “Any questions?” There was dead silence, “Well, in that case, good luck to you all here at Emerson, and I wish you a successful future! Please come see me for any needs you have!”

As she said that, her eyes found me and narrowed. I smiled sweetly at her and then opened my bag quickly to see if Amanda had texted me. A quick glance said Megan should be waiting for me outside. I smiled at the thought of hanging out with her for a while on my own! Then, I joined the line that Madison was corralling us to leave the building and take the other Littles back to the dorm.

As soon as we passed the lecture hall door, I spotted Megan, who waved at me and came up to me.

“What the hell are you doing here, shrimp?” A nearby nest mother hissed at Megan.

I watched in horror at realizing Megan’s short Amazonian frame was entirely dwarfed by the tall girl who yelled at her. I swallowed my fear to let go of the rope and began walking toward Megan anyway. The brown-haired Amazon seemed to be just a bit taller than Amanda, making Megan look like a Little in comparison. Her body was very plump, with breasts that couldn’t seem to stay contained inside of her ill-fitting top.

“I’m here to pick up my niece,” Madison said warily.

“Oh, I thought maybe you figured out you should be joining the Littles?” the girl said nastily.

“I’m not the one that feels the need to move in with them? I’m in a big girl’s dorm.” Megan countered. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll pick up my niece… Unfortunately, I’m sure we’ll see each other in classes next week?”

She chose that moment to pick me up protectively and hold me on her hip, “Where are you going with her?” Madison asked testily, having turned around to see her leaving with me now.

“Ms. Madison, this is my Auntie Megan. My mommy asked for her to pick me up.”

“That’s true?” Madison asked Megan.

“Yep, Madison, I’d stay and talk, but I promised my sister we’d go take care of some things after picking up my niece.”

“What’s going on here?” Mrs. Beauregard asked as she came out of the hall.

“I’m trying to figure out what this runt is doing with a Little since we all know they can’t be adopted,” the large girl said.

“I’m picking up my niece to watch her for my sister, Ma’am,” Megan said politely.

“And you are?” She asked me.

“Stacy Westerfield,” I told her.

“Oh… you…” she said, making me more than slightly nervous after the last hour and a half. She looked at the large Amazon girl, “Did she confirm this was her aunt?”

“Yes, she did,” Madison said to our side, holding onto the line of our nest. “I know her mommy said it was okay for her to pick her up. I just hadn’t officially met her yet… Megan, right?”

“That’s me,” Megan said nervously.

“Well, we can’t all stand here all day! It seems like everything’s okay; move along now.”

Madison walked away then, and I whispered, “Who is she?”

“A conniving two-faced bitch,” she told me softly as we exited past the Littles, who stared at us for the confrontation and my position being carried by a short giant. I waved at a few of my new friends as she carried me away and down the sidewalks toward the dorms. “Let’s just say I’m really a Betweener in height, according to some of the girls I’m in classes with.” She hissed, “They think that means I might as well be a Little then… Last year I helped tutor her when she was failing a math class. Then, for some reason, she turned around and stabbed me in the back with a professor in another class and accused me of plagiarizing. If it wasn’t for Mandy, I probably would have been expelled!”

“What’s her name?”

“You mean two-faced bitch doesn’t count?” She laughed, and I had to giggle too. She was such a breath of fresh air since she wasn’t talking to me like I was a baby who it was inappropriate to swear near. “Nancy Dannigan,” she said, “avoid her at all costs. By the end of the last year, she was openly breastfeeding several of her girls in the cafeteria. Anytime someone questioned it, she said they asked her to… Let’s just say that’s not long before went missing to wherever it is Littles get stolen away to.”

“I’m not surprised,” I told her.

She walked along for a few more minutes before saying, “So we have about an hour and a half to kill. Besides changing that wet diaper you’re wearing, what do you want to do?”

“Pour bleach in my ears to forget everything I just heard in that seminar?” I said sarcastically.

“That’s the one where they basically point out you’re better off letting yourself be adopted out rather than continue as a student?”

“You’ve been there for it?”

“No, but I’ve made some friends with Littles over the past couple of years and heard about it. It’s despicable, and that woman is as awful as anyone can get. I think she’s actually worse than Chloe and Cassie!”

“That’s low,” I said, “but probably about right.”

She gave me a squeeze, and I watched passively as she carried me down the sidewalk to her dorm. Megan sat me down outside the doors and touched her keycard to the sensor before holding open the massive door for me.

“Hey Megan!” a friendly voice said as we walked to an elevator.

“Hi Raileigh,” she responded, and I looked to another relatively short Amazon. She was still taller than Megan but definitely shorter than average. Her blonde hair was hanging from a messy ponytail, and she seemed to have been working out.

“Who’s this?” she asked curiously as she joined us, waiting for the elevator. “She’s adorable!!!!”

“Raileigh, this is Stacy,” she introduced me, “Stacy, this is my neighbor Raileigh.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said politely.

“You too… but who is she?” she asked Megan suspiciously.

“Oh, my niece,” she told her, “she’s going to school here.”

“Your niece…?” she asked.

“My sister adopted her as a sort of exchange student deal.”

“So, you mean she really is a student?” She asked curiously as she stared down at me.

“Yes, I am,” I told her, a little annoyed at being talked about.

“Sorry…” she said, bending down, “my only encounters with Littles are my brothers at home… they don’t do much but drool, cry, poop and pee in their diapees…?”

I sighed, “I hope to make more of my life than that.”

“Umm… You do know how small you are, right?” The girl asked in an incredulous tone. “There’s no way you’re going to graduate?”

I smiled, “I will do it! I’m more than capable.”

Megan picked me up then and hugged me, “She’s smarter than you would believe. She placed out of the first two semesters of math; she might even be in your calculus class. Actually, you’re retaking the third semester, right?”

I watched the poor girl blush, “Yeah… Math is just not my strong suit.” Then, she paused, “I’m sorry for mocking you there… Maybe we could study together sometime?”

I smiled, “I’d be happy to if we can figure out how... You might have to come to my house.”

“I’d like that… Megan’s a good friend of mine…” she paused as we reached a door that led to some other closed and locked doors, “I’ll see you later, though.”

Megan used her card key on a card reader panel and opened up a large dorm room with a single bed, desk, closet, and TV. I couldn’t help but smile at the pink princess theme throughout the room, complete with a glittery tiara decal at the head of her bed. “I didn’t realize you were a princess fanatic,” I told her with a smirk.

“Obviously, since I am the baby of the family, I am the true princess,” she told me with her own smirk.

“I’m guessing you don’t use those words too much around your sisters?”

She shrugged as she picked me up and sat down with me on her gigantic bed, “I’m the baby sister, and I know it. I also know I am short… But for the most part, I’m never really that worried about it.”

“Do you ever worry…?”

“What? That they’ll really go ahead and decide to baby me?” Megan laughed.

“I know, it sounds silly…?”

She shook her head, “Actually, it happened once with Cassie when Mandy had moved out, and Mom and Dad were gone for a weekend. I was ten, and she was the only one who could stay with me. I accidentally spilled a coke on her, and she became livid. The next thing I knew, I was in diapers, and she was attempting to get me to drink out of a baby bottle.”

“Where did diapers big enough to fit you even come from?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I was still small enough to easily fit in the largest size of regular baby diapers. I guess she had a few in her car from babysitting a baby the week before.”

“How’d you get out of that?”

She smirked, “I gave her the baby she wanted and let loose a load in the diaper that made her puke. When she refused to clean me up, I said, ‘Guess I’m not being babysat anymore.’ I stood up, untapped the diaper, and shoved the mess on her shirt before I calmly walked back to my bathroom to take a shower.”

“What did she do then?”

“Once she got over her shock, she began pounding on the door to my room. I hid in my room after the shower and called Mom to let her know about it.”

“What did she say?”

“She… wasn’t happy… let’s just say that was the last time Cassie was left alone with me.”

I shuddered, “both of your sisters other than Amanda...?”

“I know, right?” She shrugged, “So we have about an hour before we have to go. Anything you want to do?”

I shrugged, “I hadn’t made it any further with planning. Plus, the afternoon kind of put a downer on any thoughts I might have had.”

She looked at me for a second and smiled, “You don’t have your nails painted, do you?”

I held my hands out to her, “Umm… no… kind of surprising, given how girly girl Amanda likes dressing me.”

She smiled, “Well, in that case, it’s my solemn aunty duty to fix this terrible act of neglect!”

I watched from my perch as she went to a drawer and pulled out a mini (to her) milk crate of nail polishes and tools. Then, before she sat back down next to me, she asked, “How’s your diaper doing?”

I shrugged, “It’s wet…?”

“Do you want me to change it? I can let you do it too?”

I looked at her before saying, “You’d be quicker?”

She smiled and made quick work of it before working on my nails. She filed them to a round shape before she painted a base coat of forest green that matched the school colors. A yellow E was then carefully painted on my thumbnails while she put some other Little squiggles on the other nails. My hands were so tiny compared to hers; I considered her patience with the small details really impressive.

“There, now you look cute!” She told me with a smile before glancing at a clock on the wall. “And now it’s time to get you to that meeting too!”

“Thanks, Megan,” I told her and gave her a hug.

“You’re welcome, Stacy,” she quickly put away her supplies. “That diaper still good?”

I nodded, not having needed to go since she changed me.

“Okay then, let’s go meet your friend.”

She hustled me out of there with my backpack on. I walked beside her quickly to an area in the student union where meeting rooms were. A large sign outside the room said, “Lambda Delta Pi welcome party.”

As Megan and I approached, a girl at the front looked up angrily, “This isn’t a party for Bigs,” she told her.

“She’s just escorting me here,” I told her calmly, bringing her attention back to me.

The girl was dressed in a lovely dress and had a light white jacket that had the Greek Letters ΛΔΠ embroidered. In addition, a gold pin was prominently displayed on her jacket. I guessed it was a sorority pin based on what little I knew about such organizations back home. “And you are…?” She asked.

“Stacy Westerfield, Sarah Evans invited me?”

“We’ll see about that…” she said suspiciously and called out, “Sarah?”

Sarah came out shortly dressed similarly, “Hi Stacy!” before looking a little shaken at the short giant next to me. “Umm… I’m sorry, but Lambda Delta Pi is only for Littles?”

Megan laughed, “No worries, I’ll leave her here.” Then, she looked at me and said, “Amanda should be here for you at five-thirty. If you need to leave before then, call me.”

I walked over and hugged her as she leaned down and then walked back to the stunned expression of the girl. “Are you crazy?” The other girl asked a moment later, “she only wants to adopt you!”

I laughed, “Somehow, I think her sister wouldn’t be too happy with that.”

Sarah laughed too, “Yeah, and she’s a lot bigger!”

“What’s so funny?” the girl asked.

“Relax, Jess, we’re laughing because Stacy is already adopted.”

“Then what is she doing here?” Jess, the girl panicked, “she’s probably just trying to get dirt so her mommy can swoop in?!?”

I held my hand up, “Stop, I’m not your average Little, and my ‘mommy’ isn’t your average Amazon. I’m here as kind of an exchange student from the other dimension. I knew I didn’t want to live in the dorms and not have a chance of anything other than being a mindless baby in a nursery, so I found a pair of crazy Amazon parents to foster me while I’m here.”

“You’re from the other dimension?” Her eyes looked me up and down, “Is that why you’re so tiny?” Sarah asked curiously.

I shook my head and shrugged, “No idea what went wrong.”

“Well, let’s try this again,” Sarah said with a sigh, “Jess, this is Stacy, Stacy, this is Jess. Jess is one of our senior members this year, and she’s a bit paranoid about adoption this close to the finish line.”

I nodded, “I can understand that.”

“S… sorry,” Jess said sheepishly, “I’m just convinced everyone is against us.”

“Well, that’s the whole point of our sisterhood Jess.”

“If that’s the whole point, then why invite her?” She asked suspiciously.

“I was wondering the same thing,” I asked curiously.

“For that, you would have to join, Stacy… But, Jess, I’ll tell you later.”

I looked up suspiciously, “Am I being set up for something here?”

She shook her head, “we just hold the secrets of our sisterhood dear. Come on in and meet everyone,” she told me and ushered me forward to a room with Little sized tables filled with hors d’oeuvres. It seemed like they were still adult tables compared to me, as short as I was. I watched Sarah bite into a loaded potato skin before considering if I would want to eat anything there. “It’s all safe, Stacy. We prepared it all ourselves.”

I shrugged, knowing I didn’t have classes tomorrow anyways and grabbed a few things. Plate in hand, I let her lead me around the room, introducing me to their officers and about two-dozen members. It seemed like only a few sophomores were being recruited for potential membership. I cornered Sarah after a while, “Why am I the only freshman?”

 
 

Chapter 23: Allies
 

“MOST OF THE time, we give everyone a year to shake out if they’re going to be stupid and get adopted or if they actually have a chance to survive until graduation.”

“And me?”

“You’re already adopted and safer than any of us will ever be…” she paused, “And, I liked how gutsy you were when I met you.” Then, she smiled, “Not to mention you have really cute nails!”

“Thanks, my ‘auntie’ did them for me earlier.”

After talking to them, I continued circulating around the room and learned that the girls didn’t have a house to stay in, obviously, since they were Littles. But, they were allowed to live on the same dorm floor. Somehow, they also avoided having any horribly invasive RAs babying them. Finally, late into the event, one of the officers, Lisa, sat down with me and asked me questions.

“How did you do on your tests this week?”

“Pretty good,” I told her.

“Numbers?”

I looked at her and felt I was being evaluated as a piece of meat at a cattle show. It had been pretty apparent so far that I was being recruited by Sarah to become a member, but not everyone else seemed sure that the idea of an adopted Little being around was a good idea. “Which test?”

“Math placement?”

“One-ninety,” I answered her.

“Bull shit!” She said.

I laughed, “Really, I’m good at math.”

“No kidding, you’re telling me the truth?” She still looked dubious about my statement.

I dug into my bag and pulled out the paper copy I had been given. My computer science placement test and CARE exams were right there, too, and she just shook her head, “Are you a robot from the future or something?”

I giggled, “No, just a plain old little girl.”

“So, what’s with your adoption? She… your… big is a professor, right?”

I nodded, “And my adopted daddy is a doctor.”

“And you’re okay with being adopted?”

“It beats being taken off the streets? Or forcibly put into the daycare and orphanage here?”

She nodded, “Yeah… so what happens if you end up demeriting out?”

I shrugged, “I don’t honestly know or plan to find out. Hopefully, I would just be told I had to go back to daycare, but I suppose someone could use that as a reason for LPS to take me away. I haven’t really considered it that much, though.”

“And how much… Umm...”

“How much have I been babied?”

She grimaced, but her head went up and down.

“Basically, everything they would do with a baby my size I’ve done, leave it at that?”

“Including breastfeeding?” She asked with a hiss.

“Yes…”

“Currently?”

I pouted unintentionally, “No… Mo… Amanda doesn’t want me to have a poopy accident in class.”

“Keep it that way! That milk is highly addictive, and you won’t have any control over your body in a month.”

“I kind of liked that with my urine,” I told her.

“Why?”

“You may have noticed I’m even smaller than you. Potties my size don’t exist commercially.”

“Or at all…” she agreed.

“Well… I made one, actually.”

I ended up telling her the story of the incident from last week, and she laughed with me. Soon several other girls gathered around, and I alternated laughing and cringing as I heard stories of their own misadventures with Amazons. Some were from before college, and others happened at the university. All of them had been diapered and endured some other babying before they joined the sorority. From talking to them, it seemed like life got better for them after they joined… “So, what do you all actually do as a group?” I asked, finally noting that it was getting close to the time for dinner.

“Mainly, we hang out and help each other out academically. For example, if we need to go shopping for something, we go in a large group to cover for each other. Generally, we all work together to get good grades and escape Emerson without ending up in the nursery,” Jess said. “Though in your case, I don’t know what the goal would be…?”

“Graduating and helping you all out?” I said.

“How can you help us? You’re already in diapers and a nursery?” Jess asked.

I smirked, “I’m pretty good with computers… let’s just say I would make a good ally?”

“How good?” she asked.

“I tested out of a lot of classes?”

“You’d need to! That department is the worst at letting Littles pass!” Sarah said.

“Huh?” I responded.

“Doctor Wernstrom seems to be single-handedly responsible for a dozen or more Littles being kicked out each year. As far as I know, actually, I don’t think a single Little has made it through one of his classes.”

“He was an ass,” I agreed, “I’m glad I tested out of all of his classes.”

“All of them?” Jess said. “There’s like four or five of them?!?”

I smiled, “I could be of value?” I asked, “So how many of your members actually graduate?”

“Most of the time, we get ninety-five percent of our members to graduation,” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “Last year, everyone graduated that had joined from the pledge class.”

“Cool,” I said.

A tall Amazonian man with graying hair came in just then, “Time to wrap it up, girls,” he said in a kind voice. “Don’t want to miss your official dinner and have your RA screaming at us.”

Everyone broke up, and I walked out to see Amanda waiting outside. She waited patiently by a pillar a little way away, and I turned to say goodbye to Lisa, who had followed me out. “Thanks for having me,” I told her.

“Thanks for coming, Stacy… I think we’ll be in touch about some other upcoming events if you’re interested?”

I smiled, “If you all can help me be sure to graduate, then I’m definitely interested!”

She smiled, “Is that your Amazon?”

“Yes, that’s Amanda.”

“I assume you call her Mommy?” She asked nervously.

“Well, it helps with blending in…?”

“I guess…” she said unconvinced, “Well, we’ll see you around,” she said and gave me a quick, friendly hug, “It was nice meeting you!”

I walked over to Amanda, who asked, “Did you have fun?” as we walked away.

“I did, actually,” I told her.

After we had exited the building, she couldn’t help herself and picked me up to place me on her hip. “Ready for dinner?”

“What are we having?”

“Your baby sister suggested Chinese food?”

I shrugged, “That works for me.”

“What do you want?”

“Sweet and spicy chicken?” I paused for a second, “Extra spicy?”

“Are you sure about having spicy?”

I nodded, “I like spicy food.”

“You haven’t had anything we consider spicy yet?”

I shrugged, “you have milk in the fridge if I get in over my head!”

She laughed, “well, I guess you’re right; we do have that.

She hugged me tight and carried me the rest of the way to the car, felt my diaper under my dress, laid me down without warning in the back of her SUV, and changed my diaper. As my rear end was hanging in the air, an Amazon girl I had seen at the math placement test gaped at me and waved. I turned bright red and stayed that way as Amanda buckled me into my car seat.

She kissed me on the forehead, “Sorry, but it’s going to happen…” she lightly grabbed my hand then and said, “Megan always was good at nails; I’m guessing she did these for you?”

“Yes, she did,” I told her, still flushed red.

“They look cute. Remember to keep your thumb out of your mouth with that polish on. I’m guessing it’s not the safe kind for babies that still suck on their thumbs.”

I turned red and sighed. I sat quietly as the car ran, and she texted my request to Fred to order our dinner, and then I killed some time with the game on my watch as she drove us home. I’d walked a lot that day and had a fair amount of coins to spend on my virtual pet. “So, how did this afternoon’s session go?” she asked as she stopped at a red light.

“We learned all about how if we’re too stressed, we can choose to go into an adoption of our choice. Instead of getting sent to an etiquette center for demeriting out!” I told her. “Oh, and five minutes on job placement services available if we manage to beat the odds!”

“I had a feeling it would be something like that when I found out who ran it. Beauregard once offered me the ‘pick of the litter’ if I would help her out on a project.”

“What did you do?”

“I politely declined, saying I appreciated the offer but had too many things on my plate right then.”

The rest of the drive home, she asked about the sorority event and even what I had done with Megan. “I like them! May I join them if they ask?”

“You wouldn’t be able to live in the dorms with them…?”

“I know, but maybe I can still go to events and meetings?”

“We’ll have to see… if they do, in fact, give you a bid, we’ll talk then.”

She pulled into the driveway at the house just then and carried me inside with my backpack. “It’ll be a little bit until the food gets here. Why don’t you go upstairs until then?”

“Thanks,” I told her and started my slow and methodical climb up the stairs with my backpack on. I could almost pretend to be climbing a mountain or something with a pack, and it felt like an accomplishment every time I made it up the ten steps. Then, I walked down to our nursery and found Bella engrossed in playing with a tablet.

“Hey,” she said, “how was the rest of today?”

“Well, the afternoon session was awful, but I liked the sorority sisters that I got to hang out with. Megan is cool as always too. While we waited for my meeting, she painted my nails,” I showed her.

“Those are cute… I’m amazed that she could paint that small!”

I stuck my tongue out at her, and she giggled in response. Then, she went back to her game, and I sat down at my desk and logged into my laptop. I surreptitiously made sure to look around and saw she was well engrossed in her game and began working on a few projects I needed to do.

The first was hacking into the video baby monitor in the room and the security cameras outside. It took me a few minutes, but I set up a routine that would let me get some alerts if someone was in either area. In this case, it also let me discreetly warn myself if someone was coming to check on me! I checked every now and then that Bella was occupied and engrossed in her playing. As far as I could tell, Amanda was downstairs still, waiting for the deliveryman with our dinner, while Fred seemed to be in his office working on something. Other than coming to shut the baby gate, neither intruded on us while waiting for the food.

‘Can I access the nanites still…’ was a burning question to me. I quickly found myself accessing my copy of the coding used. Just as I was about to figure out how to access a connection to them, I heard the gate open and quickly shortcut keyed myself to a safe screen and hid what I had been working on.

Amanda unlocked the gate, “Ready for dinner, you two?” She asked before sniffing. “Uh-oh, Bella, did you make a stinky?”

I looked at the reddening Bella, who I hadn’t even noticed that she’d pooped her diaper. “Yes, Mommy,” she said timidly.

“Well, let’s get you changed really quick, Stacy. How’s your diaper?”

I felt underneath my skirt and confirmed what I thought, “I’m dry. Can I go downstairs?”

“Sure, we’ll be down in a moment,” she told me. I pressed another quick shortcut key as she turned towards the changing table with the red Bella and went down the hallway and hopped my way down the stairs. Fred walked up to me when I reached the bottom and picked me up to deposit me into the highchair.

“Mommy said you wanted the sweet and spicy chicken?” He asked, a little surprised.

“Why is that so surprising?” I asked

“Littles like sweet usually, but spicy is usually something they can’t tolerate?” He paused, “I think I remember a study once done on Littles showed that their tastebuds were more in-line with our young toddlers… I know much of the time they’re biased, but sometimes there’s a grain of truth in them?”

“I loved spicy food back home…?” I told him with a shrug, “Like I told Mommy, if I can have a cup of milk, I’ll be able to deal with it even if it is spicy?”

“It’s your tongue, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” he smiled before putting a sippy cup of milk on my tray. A second later, a small plate of chicken and rice was set before me. I could see some large peppers mixed in and noted that they were much bigger than I was used to.
 
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