Seems Too Good Chapters 23 and 24 by Sofia Hammerstein

Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Seems Too Good © 2020-2025 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.
 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

 
 

Chapter 23: Protected
 

IVY PULLED ME from the car seat and carried me into the restaurant on the right side of her body and the diaper bag on her left. She pulled my dress down under my bottom to cover my panties while she checked in at the hostess stand, “How many?”

“Just us,” Ivy told her.

“High chair or booster?” She asked, looking at me.

Ivy looked down at me, and I just leaned into her; I didn’t care much at this point. “Let’s do the high chair,” she told her.

The lady spoke to a waitress who led us back to be seated, “Aren’t you just an adorable little princess?” she said to me as she put a high chair right up against the table.

I just smiled in return.

“How old is she?” the waitress asked Ivy.

“Just turned fifteen months the other day,” she told her in response.

“And wearing big girl panties already?” she asked as Ivy sat me down and flashed my panties.

“Yep, she’s doing pretty good with her potty training. Had a little pee-pee accident this morning, but that’s the first daytime one in a week!”

I wanted to dig myself a hole in the ground and crawl into it, ‘Really? She has to announce that to the world?!?’

“What a big girl!” The girl cooed at me. “What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll take water. I have a sippy cup for her - can you bring me some juice to put in it?”

“Sure thing! Plapple work?”

“That’ll be fine,” she said, and I watched the peppy young woman walk away.

Of course, being an alleged fifteen-month-old meant no menu for me. I kind of expected to share with Ivy, given my smaller appetite anyway, but I sat in the uncomfortable restaurant high chair - kind of bored while we waited for the waitress. Finally, she brought back a glass of juice that Ivy poured into a sippy cup while she ordered, “If we can have the chicken alfredo,” she said.

“Soup or Salad?”

“Soup would be great,” she told her.

“Be right out in a bit,” the waitress said, “Oh, almost forgot, here’s a set of crayons and a placemat she can color on.”

Ivy put it in front of me, and I looked at it skeptically for a moment before taking one of the proffered crayons. The picture in front of me was a plate of pasta with meatballs… I started scribbling all over it the way I figured a real kid my age would. Time managed to pass enough that the soup came out, and Ivy said, “Holly, let me get your bib on you.”

I groaned at the ‘Mommy’s Little Princess’ lettering on it but sat still while she velcroed it behind my neck. After that, I watched as she blew on the soup spoon for several moments before bringing the large spoon to my mouth. Then, “Open up!” she said to me.

My face turned red at being fed like a baby, but I opened up to at least try the soup. It was still a little warm but not too bad. The soup did taste really good! I smiled at her and felt a dribble go down my chin. She alternated taking a few spoonfuls and then giving me a spoonful until the bowl was empty.

“What a good little eater she is!” The waitress cooed as she brought a plate of food for Ivy over. “I brought you a small plate if you want to let her eat on her own, too,” she told Ivy.

“Thanks, but it’ll be cleaner if I use my plate!” she told her with a wink.

I wanted to groan, but I just chose to sit in more silence. A family with a Big set of three daughters had just come in. They were carrying a Little woman dressed in a frilly pink romper. As they passed by, I could smell the odor of a used diaper just as Ivy put a fork up to my mouth. I wrinkled my nose from the smell mixing with the forkful but took a bite, glad they passed by quickly. Luckily the pasta tasted okay, so I took my turn eating even as Ivy tried to engage me to smile or talk.

I wasn’t very talkative, though. Instead, I stared at the sight several tables over where the poopy Little was sitting in a high chair. “Aren’t you going to change her, Mommy?” the second oldest of the actual kids asked. I guessed she was around ten or so.

“No, sweetie, when you get a new Little, they say it’s best that they get used to sitting in their poopies for a while. If you don’t, they’ll get spoiled and expect a change immediately anytime they just barely piddle in them.”

“Please,” I heard a quiet sob around the pacifier.

The lady looked at her and smacked her hand, “No! Not until I think you’re ready, little girl. I still can’t believe you thought you were a big girl and could work at that grocery store! How you could wet yourself right next to the produce we were going to be eating, I don’t know! Nope, that wasn’t going to work, but we’ve got you all fixed up now, sweetie!” the lady said with a menace in her voice that made me nervous.

I took another bite of pasta, then just as the lady pulled out a jar of baby food and began spooning it into the poor girl’s mouth. We were waiting for the check when the woman pulled the Little out of the high chair and put a baby bottle filled with milk in her mouth. “Don’t worry, Mommy should have milkies ready for you by the end of the week. We’ll just have to use some of my sisters’ milk until then!”

I was grateful when the check was paid, and Ivy carried me to the restroom. I sat on the potty and did my business before she wiped me clean. “Holly?”

“Yes, Mommy?” I asked a bit nervously.

“You know you normally take your afternoon nap right about now?”

I nodded, “I am kind of sleepy,” I admitted.

“Why don’t we put you in a Pull-Up in case you go to sleep? It will be a while until we get to the next store?”

I looked at the panties I had just pulled up on my hips. They weren’t exactly adult underwear, but they at least weren’t diapers… a Pull-Up basically was a diaper. I decided to double-check, “If I fall asleep, it doesn’t count, right?”

“Right,” she told me quietly.

I just nodded, “Okay.”

She reached into the diaper bag while I pulled the panties down, and we traded items. I pulled the purple garment up my legs and noticed once again that it wasn’t the snuggest fit. ‘If she really felt like I was going to sleep, she should have brought a diaper,’ I thought.

Ivy helped me wash my hands, and I found myself carried to the car and buckled into my car seat.
 

IVY LOOKED AT the monitor of her sleeping little girl and smiled. ‘Pasta will do it every time…’ she thought to herself. ‘Well, milk more so… It would have been weird to bring it with us.’ Of course, that brought a bigger smirk to her face and a grimace. ‘I’d better find a place to change these pads before she wakes up. I really need to pump at lunchtime!’

It was a pretty long drive across town to get to the electronics store she wanted to go to. She saw that Holly was still out like a light when she opened the passenger door. She decided to use one of the better features of her stroller. It doubled as being able to unlatch the base of the new car seat from the car and just place it into the stroller as is with an infant. ‘No need to wake Holly up, and then maybe I can do something about these leaky boobies!’ She pulled a light blanket out of the trunk and laid it over the now-mounted car seat to let Holly have her best chance at staying asleep a little longer.

‘She’s been napping for about two hours in the afternoon, and it’s only been about thirty minutes,’ she thought to herself. ‘I should have time…?’

Walking in through the doors of the big electronics store, she couldn’t help but smile. A nerd at heart, this place had dangerous toys everywhere she looked! ‘Bathroom first…’ she said to herself. Making her way into a handicap stall, she parked the stroller next to her and opened the diaper bag to find some nursing pads she’d left in there. ‘As much as I want to pump, I don’t want her to know I am lactating yet!’

She pulled the damp pads out that she was wearing and quickly used a baby wipe to clean the nipples off before placing the new pads in place. ‘Better double them just in case…’ she thoughtfully added. She took the time to use the toilet and washed her hands before looking in on Holly. Her little girl was fast asleep, and clearly, it was a good idea for the Pull-Up as she could see the learning designs had already mostly faded away.

‘I hope she doesn’t leak…’ she worried but knew her clothes and the car seat cushion would wash easily if she did. She walked down the aisles to the Little’s accessory section of the store and found something she was looking for. It was a ‘LittleProtect’ watch that she could put on her and make sure she was safely able to track her. There were even some panic modes available to contact her or others via video if she needed to. ‘Maybe I should get something simpler…’ she thought but shrugged and took it. ‘If someone figures out that Holly’s a Little...? She’s so cute that she’s a prime candidate for kidnapping,’ she admitted.

The watch was purple, and she knew it would work well for most of her wardrobe. Pushing her stroller-bound Little down the aisles, she looked at the various other gadgets for Littles they sold and shuddered… ‘Not happening to my Holly…’ she thought as she walked towards the tablet section of the store. This company had finally been granted exclusive access to sell Melon Corps’ latest tablets. One was small and thin enough that she thought it would be ideal for Holly to read on. ‘She certainly is a voracious reader,’ she had noted on multiple occasions. It wasn’t that she had read every word of the seven textbooks she’d gone through in the last week, but it was clear that Holly had been looking for differences from their physiology and medical practices standpoint. Holly seemed to mesh that information with her own knowledge easily, to clearly understand and remember anything she studied.

‘She’d already make a better professor than most of mine were!’

She picked up a ten-inch version of the tablet that seemed almost like a phone in size to her. Just as she was getting to the register, she noticed the feeling of movement going on under the stroller covering. She pulled it off and smiled at Holly, who was wiping her eyes, “Well, hello there, did you have a nice nap?”

Holly’s expression went from sour to shock, to fear, to tears in about two seconds as she felt and realized she was in a wet Pull-Up. “Wet, Mommy,” was all she said to her.

“It’s okay, Holly! Mommy’ll get you all dry once she checks out here.”

Holly, for her part, grimaced but nodded while closing her eyes again. ‘I can’t wait until we get her past being embarrassed over a silly wet diapee!’

The checkers moved quickly, and she had the devices put in a bag to carry out to the car in no time. “Holly, do you want to go back inside to change or just do it in the car?” She asked her softly at the car.

At her shrug and red face, Ivy decided here it was.
 

I WAS SHOCKED that my indifference generated a different outcome than I expected. Grabbing the stroller, Ivy parked it next to her car and quickly undid the buckle, holding me into my seat. She pushed my dress up around my armpits then and ripped open the sides of the training pants before grabbing my ankles in her hand and pulling them out from underneath me.

My naked bottom was exposed to the world in the parking lot, and I felt some tears going down my face as she smiled broadly and wiped me with a baby wipe with my butt held in the air. She then laid my legs down for a second. “I’m going to put another Pull-Up on you just in case you fall asleep again on the way home,” Ivy said.

I just nodded, hoping she’d get me dressed sooner rather than later. She pushed a Pull-Up up my legs, and I helped lift my butt and hips for her to slide it into place. She buckled me back into the seat before unlatching it and placing me into the car. ‘I was in my car seat this whole time?’ I thought to myself.

‘Why is she even fooling around with me?’ I worried. ‘Clearly, this plot doesn’t end with me wearing adult underwear…?’

‘Maybe I should just confront her…?’ I wondered. ‘But that might just set off whatever she has planned sooner? I don’t want to be eating baby food like that poor girl.’

The drive home was pretty long, but I never fell back asleep. I think Ivy was a little surprised that I hadn’t when we reached the house, and she pulled me out of the car seat. “Why don’t you use the potty, and then I’ll show you the new toys I bought you,” she told me as she sat me down inside the house.

I nodded and walked towards the bathroom with a growing need to pee inside of me. I made it with plenty of time to spare this time and used the toilet paper Ivy offered to wipe before wordlessly exchanging my dry Pull-Up for the panties that she held out to me.

“Are you okay?” Ivy asked me gently after helping me wash my hands and picking me up.

I shrugged, “Define okay?”

“Uh…”

“Kind of hard to define, huh? I’m in another dimension where I’ve not only shrunk to the size of a young child in my home dimension, but here I’m the size of a baby. I’ve been having problems staying dry in my sleep for the last week, and today I didn’t make it to the bathroom during the daytime. I’ve watched around this place and noticed everyone my size I see is in a diaper, and most of them are being treated like they’re the age of the size I am…?”

“Um…”

“If it wasn’t because I was living out of a hotel and jobless in the other dimension, I would say I was completely stupid to come here… as it is, I just think I was an idiot for coming here,” I sighed.

She hugged me then, “I’m sorry…” she said.

I sighed, “Nothing to help this mess, I guess… I agreed to come here for two years. What new toys did you want to show me?”

Then, her eyes held excitement, and she sat me down on the kitchen table and brought over a bag. “Two things,” she told me.

She opened a small box that looked like it contained a watch, ‘LittleProtect+’ it said on the outside of the box. I read the box and felt a bit of a shiver at the descriptions:
 

LittleProtect+ Serves as Protection for your Little against being lost or kidnapped.

Features include: Uncuttable/breakable wrist band (128 Digit Parent Password Necessary to release), GPS Locator, Video Calling to Four Preset Numbers, and Emergency Alarm Function.

Also includes a toy pet function rewarding active Little with in-game credits based on active steps and exercise movement. Watch face displays and reads the time and to Little.
 

“So, this is supposed to what… keep me from being kidnapped?” I asked nervously. “Does that happen a lot?”

Ivy sighed, “I doubt it’ll be a problem for you since you’ll be with me or another big, but yes, it can be a problem. I figured you would at least like to know what time it is too?”

I nodded, “Thanks, I guess,” and held out my wrist for her to fasten it. She had me hold it out for a few minutes while she somehow connected it to her phone and password protected it. When she was done, I looked down and gratefully noted that it was a really comfortable wristband. I pressed the blank watch face and was rewarded with the time of ‘17:23’ and the voice of the watch saying it aloud. It was a voice perfect for a toddler TV series like Sesame Street... I groaned at it, but I knew I could be stuck with worse Amazons.

“This is the other thing,” she told me as she pulled out a thin rectangular box and unwrapped it. She pulled from it what seemed to me to be a clear transparency sheet for an old-fashioned classroom projector.

“What is it?” I asked as she pressed on it, and suddenly it became apparent it was a screen.

“A tablet?” She paused, “Do you have those?”

I nodded, “There’s one in my bag, actually… but how do they have any components in this thing?” I asked as I held out my hands to hold it. It wasn’t much thicker than a piece of poster board and was completely flexible. I pressed on the screen, and it began asking setup questions.

“Here, let me get this set up for you…” she told me.

I watched beside her as she set up an account and linked it to her bank accounts. Limits on what could be spent or done without passwords were set, and I couldn’t help but note that child-friendly search protection and limits were turned on as she swiftly set it up. Her final act was to link it to some of her accounts so I could have access to her textbooks.

Ivy showed me the library of fifty listed books, and I smiled. “This’ll be a lot easier to read with!”

“I hope so!” She told me with a smile.

“Thanks,” I told her.

“You’re welcome… Why don’t you mess around with those, and I’ll get to work on some things I need to get done?”

I nodded and let her take me off the table and sat down in the living room. I found myself climbing onto the couch like a mountain climber and soon lying on my stomach, exploring the contents of her library. I had just begun skimming through a medical ethics and law textbook when she said, “Ready for dinner?”

“Already…?”

The rest of the evening passed as much of the last week had. I had some more of the Tabers milk along with my dinner before we watched a couple of TV shows together on the couch. Eventually, I found myself in a diaper for the night and drifting off to sleep in my bed.
 
 

Chapter 24: Episodes
 

THE NEXT MORNING Ivy woke up the little girl from her deep sleep. She again found a completely soaked diaper - almost to the point of leaking. ‘This is the fourth day in a row she’s almost leaked… I may have to start waking up and changing her in the middle of the night,’ she noted. ‘Or maybe just change her before I go to bed… she’s starting to sleep earlier in the evening.’

“Good morning,” she said brightly to Holly as she saw her eyes finally open.

“Ugh…” Holly griped, “I don’t believe in mornings. Can I just go back to sleep?”

She laughed, “Nope, come on, I have a few things I want to get done later, and they don’t involve letting you sleep in.”

She carried the sleepy girl to the changing mat on her floor and began thinking about how much nicer the nursery would be to change her in. The changing mat, of course, worked, but it would be nice to not bend over all of the time! She made sure to wipe Holly’s diaper area completely clean with the wipes before handing her a pair of panties to pull on.

“What do you want to wear today?” she asked her.

A shrug, “I don’t care?”

“I pick?” She said with a smile, “Okay!”

Holly looked a little alarmed as she stood in her cute tiny panties but stood patiently as Ivy looked in the closet. She found a romper that would probably result in protests from anyone over the age of two, but Ivy thought it was adorable! Since Holly made the mistake of saying it was her choice, Ivy would finally get to see her in it! She pulled the green romper off the hanger and pulled it open for her to pull over her head, “Arms up,” she told Holly and watched the little girl follow her directions.

She couldn’t help but go ‘awww’ as she pulled the green romper over Holly’s head and knelt down to snap up the crotch snaps. She picked her up and carried her to the mirror so she could see herself.

The green romper was adorable, with small yellow and white butterflies flying around all the way around the fabric. A single large butterfly on the front of the left bottom part of the romper included pink wings and little hearts inside them. Clearly meant for a baby still in diapers and a mommy who wanted to be able to easily change her, the snaps went all the way up the front to the collar and would let it be pulled in half to make changing messy diapers even easier.

“I look ridiculous,” Holly said a second later with a frown. “I shouldn’t have told you that you could pick.”

“No, you shouldn’t, but I think you look adorable!” Ivy replied and tickled her side for just a second before she hugged her tighter. “Let’s get some breakfast in that stomach, and we’ll do your hair,” she added as a growl emitted from Holly’s stomach.

‘Okay, I’m getting tired of waiting for this control to finish going,’ she thought as she prepared her breakfast after securing her in the high chair. ‘She already shouldn’t be able to control her bladder or bowels at all!’
 

I LOOKED DOWN at the babyish garment as Ivy finished putting together my oatmeal and toast that had become my typical breakfast. The romper screamed ‘baby’ and let me know that it seemed likely to be my fate. ‘Why has she let me continue to be a big girl this long…?’ I had begun asking myself.

From everything I could see and find out through my clandestine internet research, very few adopted Littles lived out of diapers. Maybe thirty percent of the Little population was free, and only ten percent were brave enough to go outside without at least a Pull-Up on. The watch she had given me the previous night had sealed any of the secret hopes that I wasn’t really adopted already. The box had clearly stated that legally a Little had to be adopted to wear one!

I ate the oatmeal before drinking the milk and noted how I couldn’t really bring myself to stop eating or drinking either once I began. Neither lasted long in the bowl or in the cup! While I ate, Ivy put my hair into two loose pigtails and tied bows in them with some yellow ribbon that matched the butterfly on the front. When I was done eating, Ivy helped me down and over to the bathroom.

“Need help undoing those snaps?” She asked me.

“Let me try?” I said curiously.

Like too many things I’d encountered so far in this dimension, it seemed unreasonable that I couldn’t undo them. Babies regularly manage to get out of these things on their own and go streaking in the nude, but I couldn’t get any of the snaps to open no matter what I tried.

“What’s the deal?” I asked as I let her take over, and she easily undid them.

“What do you mean?”

“Why can’t I undo them?”

“Probably a strength or dexterity issue?” she suggested.

I nodded, “But why? It’s weird that I can’t undo them…?”

“Well, it makes sense, actually. You don’t really want a Little getting access to their diaper? If they did, they might take it off and poop everywhere?”

I blushed, “But I’m not in diapers...?”

“Thus, the potty,” she smiled at me as I began tinkling.

I went until I was out of urine, wiped, and then let her re-snap the outfit shut before washing our hands. “Why don’t you turn on the TV and find something to watch? All those books will warp your brain?”

I laughed at that, “You know that’s the opposite of what you should say…?”

She laughed too before she patted my head, and I followed her request to watch something on the TV. The oversized remote was pretty straightforward, and I quickly found myself channel surfing through a limited number of channels. I was surprised by how few channels there were until I discovered the parental locks were in effect. With a sigh, I kept searching. Eventually, I found a channel that looked like the Discovery Channel was allowed by the lock. I soon found myself engrossed in watching some sort of bizarre robotics competition. Unfortunately, the couch was a bit too big to get comfortable on, so I sat on the wood floor in front of the coffee table.

In the first episode I watched, they were given the challenge to build a robot that could pack and ship items quickly into boxes without human interaction in just five days. I was reminded almost of the old Monster Garage show that had once been on Discovery. It was interesting to watch them tackle the mechanical and programming parts together in their five-person team. Their technology was so much further advanced than ours that it blew my mind! The second episode was a house-building robot challenge. The winning team basically built a three-dimensional concrete and steel printer that created a huge elaborate mansion in three hours!

When that episode ended, I noted that Ivy had set down a sippy cup that I’d been oblivious to. Thirsty, I began drinking out of it, unsure of what was in it since it was in an opaque purple sippy cup. I smiled when I tasted the Tabers milk and turned my attention to an episode where they built a robot for changing diapers. I was both disturbed and intrigued as they threw in dolls first. Once they’d proven it was safe, they finished the episode with a daycare full of Littles that needed their diapers changed.

I saw Ivy standing over me when it was over, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

She pointed down, and I felt dizzy as I realized I had somehow wet my pants and never even noticed it!

“But…” I felt tears go down my face, “I...”

I found myself crying right then as Ivy picked me up, carried me back to my bedroom, and lay me down on the changing pad. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she told me as she began unsnapping the romper from the top down and pulled my arms free of it with its massive wet spot. My panties were pulled down my legs next, and she wiped me clean with some wipes before hugging me, “It’s really okay, sweetie,” she reassured me.

“But… that’s… that’s…?” I hiccoughed in between words, “strike… two…?” Tears streamed down my eyes still, “I… never… felt…?”
 

IVY HELD THE naked and distraught little girl wrapped in a towel for a long while before the hiccoughs became slow, steady breaths, and she fell asleep. ‘Probably best to just let her sleep…’ she thought to herself, noting it was only about an hour until lunchtime. Then, not wanting to upset her further when she woke up, she decided to risk just putting a Pull-Up on her and buttoning her in another romper.

Using what willpower she had left, she lay Holly down on the bed and partially closed the bedroom door. She would have to wake her up at lunch, but it would do her some good to sleep. ‘I hope she adjusts okay in the end,’ she thought to herself. She looked down and noticed that her bra and shirt were suddenly quite soaked as she walked away.

‘Damn… her crying must have made my breasts let down!’ Ivy sighed, walked down the hallway to her room, and grabbed another nursing bra and blouse. ‘Might as well pump at this point…’ she added to herself as she walked to the nursery.

Sitting in the rocking chair to pump, she smiled, knowing that soon she would be able to skip pumping most of the time and let Holly do the work. ‘I’ll have to move the pump to my bedroom or the kitchen when I start having her use this room… don’t want to wake her up if she’s sleeping!’

To her surprise, her milk production seemed to have doubled suddenly, and she ended up filling an extra pouch. ‘I may still be pumping if she can’t drink this much…’ she thought. ‘She’ll need her bottles at daycare, though, might as well make sure we stay ahead on that front.’

‘Do I give her more at lunch? Or give her a little longer to be a big girl?’

It wasn’t that she didn’t desperately desire to have her little in full baby mode… She just didn’t want to do the instant ‘hey, you’re a baby now!’ to the girl. ‘You’re a girl now!’ was bad enough, she thought guiltily. ‘I think it would seem less painful to be put into diapers if you need them than if it’s just because it’s what Mommy wants,’ she justified. ‘I can’t wait, though! One more accident will do it!’
 

“HOLLY, TIME TO get up and have some lunch,” I heard as I realized I must have cried myself to sleep.

My eyes opened, and I looked up at a concerned Ivy, “How long did I sleep?” I asked as I realized she had put a Pull-up on me… and it seemed damp.

“A bit over an hour,” she told me as she pulled the blanket off and gently picked me up. “Do you need to go potty before lunch?” she asked.

I blushed, “I think I went in my sleep?”

A hand suddenly invaded my crotch, and she nodded, “Feels a bit damp down there, but not too bad if you want to eat first before we take care of that?”

I looked at her, wondering why I would want to stay in a wet Pull-up? “All the same, could we get some new underwear for me? Maybe I’ll try going anyway?”

She smiled and nodded, grabbing a pair of panties out of the dresser before carrying me quickly to the bathroom. Before sitting me down, she pulled at three snaps at my crotch and revealed the damp garment that had definitely lost its wetness indicator pattern. I blushed at that, but as she sat me down pulled the shirt-like garment up and the Pull-Up off my feet before sitting down on the plastic potty.

I went more than I would have expected, so I was glad I went, but more importantly, I was disturbed that I didn’t realize I needed to go that much. ‘Something is going wrong in my bladder’s signals to my brain.’

When I was done, I stood up, and Ivy wiped me thoroughly with a baby wipe, “Let’s make sure you’re not still sitting with pee on your skin,” she said.

I blushed but let her do her thing, pulled on the new panties, and let her do the snaps up. She cleaned up from my potty and had the Pull-Up thrown away before leading me to the dining room.

“What’s for lunch?” I asked.

“Quesadillas work?”

“Sure,” I said with a shrug.

She picked me up and sat me in the high chair before putting a quesadilla on the tray, which had been cut up into bite-size squares. Seeing no utensils, I just began picking up a bite at a time with my fingers. I preferred eating with a fork, but she was also eating hers with her hands.

‘I only have one more strike left,’ I thought to myself as I ate. ‘I have to make it a week before that restarts!’ I chided myself internally during lunch. I sat in silence and barely responded to Ivy throughout lunch as I dwelled about the precipice I was perched on. ‘I hope I can make it… but it will not be as easy as it should be.’

After we finished lunch, I went to the bathroom and tried taking the romper snaps off. This one was just as impossible to unsnap as the other one, and I began to feel the need to go grow more and more. “Ivy!” I called out, “Can you please come undo this?”

I hopped from foot to foot and held my hands over my crotch in some vain attempt to keep everything inside my bladder. Finally, she came just in the nick of time to unsnap it, and I had just barely pulled my panties down and sat on the potty when the stream quickly began coming out.

“That was a close one, huh?” She asked me.

I blushed, “Yes, it was… can I wear a dress or something instead of this?”

“Sure,” she said as she helped clean me up.

‘A week?’ I thought to myself, ‘Something is definitely making this harder for me.’ Then, as she helped me change into a dress instead, I wondered how responsible Ivy was for my bathroom problems.
 

IVY WAS BERATING herself internally, ‘Two more minutes - if that - and she would have had her third strike.’ She sighed as she watched Holly lay on her stomach on the ground in front of the couch with her new tablet. She was probably reading through yet another textbook. ‘I’ve never seen anyone devour medical information as quickly as she does. I swear she must have an eidetic memory because she asks me about some things I can barely remember!’

She watched her for a moment and then went back to responding to some emails on her laptop that she had sat on the kitchen table where she could discreetly watch Holly. A serious surgery was planned in the pediatrics unit in the next couple of weeks, and the CEO of the hospital, Bob Clark, had emailed her to see if she could come in to be the lead for that procedure. He was apologetic for asking but felt the five-year-old girl had a better chance if she was leading the team. ‘You can have an extra two weeks of paid maternity leave, plus double your normal pay for the procedure.’

‘I can’t turn that down…’ she thought to herself, looking over at Holly. ‘I can have my parents watch her or just bring her to the daycare. It would give her a trial run at what it’ll be like when I return to work…?’

‘At the rate she’s had accidents these past two days, she should be in diapers full time by then… and I’ll have her nursing by then too.’

She quickly replied that she would do the procedure but asked if she could bring her Little girl to the Pre-Op appointment on Friday of next week. ‘I don’t want to put her in daycare yet,’ she thought and wrote to the administrator.
 

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