Seems Too Good Chapters 35 and 36 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.
 

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Chapter 35: Examinations
 

“NO, DOCTOR,” I told Ivy with a firm voice.

“Surely it can…?” Bob said.

“Let’s go outside together,” Ivy told him. She helped me off the bed, and I clung to the tablet.

Ivy bent down when we were outside with the door closed, “You’d better have a very good reason for interrupting me!”

I looked at her nervously, “I did. How closely did you actually look at the scans?”

“A little, but I mostly am going off of her cardiologist’s diagnosis?”

“Look at it again,” I said as I spun the model digitally around. “Vascular Ring… Unless all of the textbooks that I read in your house are wrong, you have the same conditions as we do back home. She doesn’t need a new valve; she’s having problems because her aorta is closing on her windpipe.”

“What?!?” Ivy said, looking at it. “Son of a bitch, that goddamned idiot didn’t see this?” She looked up at Bob. “Bob, did you know about this?”

“What are you both talking about? Why are you even listening to your new baby on this?” Bob asked her. “I get letting her play dress up, but it’s not like she even knows anything about medicine?”

I sighed, “Sir, I was a doctor back home, AND a pretty good one. Your niece has a very rare condition that I only know a few known people who live with it back home. What symptoms actually brought her into the hospital?”

He looked at me skeptically, “Is she serious, Ivy?”

“As the death that could have occurred without this being noticed.” She paused, “I might have noticed this later when I went in to study it more closely, but I would bet most of our doctors would have just done the procedure. Since we don’t open up patients for this surgery anymore, it might not have been noticed until the nanites were already destroying what was good there.”

“So, what do we do?”

“Now Holly and I go in and speak with them some more, and I re-diagnose the girl.”

“You can’t take her back there…!” He said, glaring at me.

“She probably just saved her life,” Ivy said and turned and opened the door. “Go in, Holly,” she told me.

The parents looked at us warily before Ivy stood me on the bed. “I’m sorry about that, but Doctor Nickerson wanted to point out something to me and didn’t want to do it in front of you all. However, we have a few concerns about the initial diagnosis. Can you tell me exactly what Jade’s symptoms have been?”

We sat down in the room with them for an hour as we both listened to the symptoms and used the fantastic scans to re-diagnose the problem with Jade. She did need surgery, but it wasn’t for a whole new valve. It was essentially a surgery to alleviate the pressure on her esophagus that she needed, but their world allowed for an organic fix with the nanites redistributing tissue. In this case, she certainly didn’t even need to have the temporary bypass done of her heart that was initially planned. It was a much simpler surgery! Ivy went to listen physically to her with a stethoscope, but the girl panicked. “Scared…” she clung to her mother. She was young, but she wasn’t incapable of detecting the distress in her parents at what they’d learned.

I looked at her and asked, “May I do it?” to Jade and Ivy, holding up my own.

Her parents looked like I had grown a third head or something, but Ivy nodded, and I asked Jade, “May I examine you instead?”

The girl looked at me skeptically but nodded.

I walked over to the bed towards her and examined her like I would anyone back home. I thought her parents would stop me at first, but as I listened to her heart and lungs and checked her out as the professional I was, they didn’t say anything. I reported everything sounded like we should expect with what I had diagnosed and told Jade, “You’re going to be just fine. You’ll come back in a few days, and Doctor Nickerson will take care of you so quickly you won’t even know anything.”

“I’m scared,” she told me.

“Trust me, you’ll be just fine!” I told her. “She’s one of the best!”

We were in there for a few more minutes before walking out. “Mind if I come to your office and visit with you?” Bob asked Ivy.

“That’s fine,” she told him.

I held onto her hand as we reversed the journey to her office.
 

IVY WAS BOTH annoyed and very proud of Holly right then. She wasn’t surprised that she missed it with just the quick look she’d had at the girl’s heart scans. The truth was she just presumed the idiot had diagnosed things properly… ‘More importantly, how the hell did someone think they were a cardiologist and miss the boat so far on something like that?!?!?!’ She planned to lodge a formal complaint with the hospital board against him.

She was also quite proud of Holly for somehow making the issue known to her without it being unprofessional. ‘If I hadn’t already adopted her, that might have been a good audition for Bob…’ she sighed, ‘I like having my baby girl, though.’

They reached her office, and she opened the door for Bob to step through after Holly went inside. “Come on in, Bob. What else can I do for you?”

“First of all, what the Hell are you doing letting a Little even consider a diagnosis?”

Ivy became a mama bear right then and was about to open her mouth when Holly beat her to it.

“Well, first of all, you jackass, I just saved your niece from having an unnecessary procedure that would have endangered her life, AND not even fixed her symptoms!!!!” Holly said from the ground. The little girl was nearly eight feet shorter than the tall man, but she pictured the little girl as a vicious bobcat right then.

“Would you please spank her? Or do I need to do it for you?” Bob began to turn towards her.

“You do that, and I will have you charged with assault,” Ivy told him.

“No way some little baby is going to talk to me like that.” He fumed.

“I’ll be talking to her about her language later, Bob, but let me be blunt. I always review cases before I do the surgery, but mostly I end up just doing the surgery, leaving the diagnosis on something like this to specialists. In this case, your specialist is an idiot, and I’m putting a written complaint into the board on him.”

“And you’ll be getting your own for letting a Little diagnose a patient.”

“She was just supposed to be with Mommy today playing doctor,” Ivy told him, narrowing her eyes. “That is after we came in because you needed me to cut my maternity leave - a law - short to help you out.”

“I…”

“You were just saying you’ll honor the agreement and get out of my office so I can get ready for Jade’s surgery,” she told him.

“If she ever is involved with a patient again...”

“Don’t worry, she won’t be. She’ll be at daycare next time.”

“Good, keep her there! And change her diaper while you’re at it. That shit stinks!”

He walked out the door and slammed her office. She looked down at Holly, who was red in the face and looked on the verge of screaming or crying. She leaned down and picked her up, “Well, he was right about one thing, you do stink.”

‘What the hell am I going to do…?’
 

I LOOKED UP at Ivy and wondered just how far over the line I had just gone in the last hour. She sighed as she opened up a changing pad on a side table in her office and placed me down on it. She unbuttoned my coat and pulled my stethoscope from where it hung around my neck. She placed it down, pulled my dress up, and worked on the diaper cover.

I was growing more nervous as her face remained completely neutral throughout the process. Her silence as she didn’t say anything heightened my paranoia as she pulled the tapes of my diaper loose. That lasted through her grabbing my feet, wiping the poop from my bottom, and finally finishing my change. Finally, she sat me down on a long couch in her office before saying, “Stay there, let me go throw this in a trash can outside, and then we need to talk.”

‘Shit…’ I thought to myself, ‘things were going too well today.’

When she returned, she sat down on the couch opposite me and asked, “Why?”

“Why?” I asked in surprise, “Why what?”

“Why did you give up and come here?”

I looked at her; we’d had this conversation. “What do you mean? Honestly, I wasn’t giving up… I wanted to learn about your techniques… I knew the babying thing happened, but… I really had no idea it was unavoidable.” I told her.

“If you’d known, would you have still come?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “I don’t know… I knew it wasn’t a zero probability, but I would have been a boy still and could use the potty… I probably wouldn’t?”

She sighed, “I’m mad, you know.”

I looked down, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Not for what you think,” she told me.

I looked up in surprise, “Not for speaking up earlier?”

“No, you seem to have learned the same ethical codes that I did… I’m glad you spoke up! I may have researched the case more myself and found the misdiagnosis, but most likely, I would have just done the procedure ordered by the specialist.”

I nodded, “I had a case like that once… Nearly cost the patient their life. After that, I vowed to never do it again and always check everything myself.”

“Well, you’ve taught me to watch my fellow doctors more myself. But, like I said, I’m not mad at that.”

“Then what you mad at me for?”

“For making me be the one to take such a brilliant doctor from their world!”

I saw tears in her eyes, “What?”

I crawled over to her lap.

“You, in two minutes, correctly identified a serious misdiagnosis. You also managed to get me to look at it and re-evaluate it... and then you tell off the hospital’s CEO in, for the most part, a pretty professional manner.”

“Sorry about swearing at him...”

“He had it coming, but you can’t do that again, sweetie.”

I nodded, “What now?”

“What now?” She asked herself. “Well, I need to file some reports and do some paperwork. When I’m done, we will go downstairs to the cafeteria and get lunch before I take you to visit the daycare.”

I blanched, “Do we have to?”

“Yes, especially now. There will be a tightrope you need to walk now with Bob not happy with you.”

“So just go to daycare and be a baby?” I sighed.

“For now…” she told me.

“For now?” I tried to not get my hopes up.

“Until I can figure out some way to change things for you… Unfortunately, it’s not as easy as changing your diaper!”

She began to tickle me right then to where I wet the diaper some. I felt her hand reach down and check it afterward, “It’ll hold for a while.” Then, she reached into my diaper bag and handed me my tablet and a baby bottle of juice, “why don’t you go ahead and drink that and play with your tablet while Mommy finishes work.”

She sat me down on the couch, and I began doing some other research while I casually nursed the bottle every now and then. Finally, I looked into the doctor that had misdiagnosed the little girl. He had several complaints available from the medical board and, as far as I could tell, was a shitty doctor that somehow hadn’t been canned.

I then started looking out of curiosity to see if any Littles had ever become doctors here. The answer was the one I expected, definitely not… I found plenty of doctors specializing in Little Care, but not a single one with a Little as the doctor. ‘I think I’d be better as a doctor for them and children than these giants are.’ I thought sadly. ‘Not that it’ll ever happen.’

I felt a hand on my crotch, having ignored Ivy the whole time. “Do you want to change before lunch or after?” She asked me.

“Umm… now?” I suggested.

“Okay, sweetie,” she said as she took my empty bottle, “hand me your tablet, we’ll change you, and then get going with the rest of our day.”

I passively allowed her to manipulate my body again for yet another diaper change. She had me changed and dressed pretty quickly and, before I knew it, was carrying me and the giant diaper bag down the hallways again.

Signs directing us to the cafeteria became more numerous, and we soon emerged into a huge dining area. “What do you want for lunch?” Ivy asked me quietly as we walked towards a section with several stations. Pasta, Stir Fry, Pizza, Burgers, Salads, and a LittleFood area were all clearly marked. Fearing what LittleFood was, I pointed toward the stir fry sign, “Stir Fry?”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “You okay with just eating what I order?”

“Probably?”

She squeezed me and walked to the counter. To my relief, she ordered something pretty normal with broccoli, chicken, some bamboo shoots, and other edible items. She sat me down on the ground so that she could carry the tray of food with rice, a drink for her, and one of my bottles filled from a juice fountain. The line for the cashier was a little longer than I’d like, and I felt like I was a doll on display. Women kept looking at me and cooing as they looked down or walked past. The worst was the teenage girl who stood behind us that kept trying to talk to me.

“Aww… she’s so cute!” she told Ivy as I just stood as close to her as I could.

“Thank you,” she told her.

“How old is she?”

“How?”

“Do you treat her?”

“Between fifteen months and two years, depending on what you’re asking about.”

“I think if she was mine, I’d go down to six months.” I felt my stomach twist as she went on, “Definitely no big girl food, only Mama’s milk, no teeth, and no reason to be able to walk?”
 
 

Chapter 36: Previews
 

I FOUND MYSELF hiding behind Ivy then. She told the girl, “Well, someday maybe you’ll have your own daughter to do that. For my part, I love her being intelligent still. Yes, she drinks my milk, but it’s good for her to have real food too.”

“I’m a great babysitter…” she tried getting out just as the cashier started ringing Ivy up.

“Oh, we have a couple already, sorry,” Ivy told her as she paid for the food and then walked to a table that already had a high chair pulled up next to a chair. She sat the tray and my diaper bag down on the table.

Knowing what was coming, I compliantly held out my hands to her in the ‘pick me up pose.’ She lifted me gently into the high chair and buckled a simple seatbelt strap. A bib that said, ‘Mommy’s Mini Me’ was pulled out of the bag, and I blushed as she tied it around my neck, thinking of how we were dressed earlier. ‘It was nice to feel like a doctor again, though!’ I thought sadly.

Ivy took turns feeding herself and me with the delicious stir-fry dish. “I was worried this would be too spicy for you,” she told me as she provided me one of the last bites.

“Why?”

“Littles normally have no spice tolerance. Usually, the only thing they want is sweet stuff…?”

I thought about it and wondered if that would be my future. “Is that something that I’ll deal with later?”

“Maybe the sweet tooth, but none of them would be able to tolerate even this small amount of spice.”

“There’s spice in there?” I asked with a smile. “It tastes pretty bland other than the soy sauce.”

“We’ll have to experiment later then,” she told me. “Open up, last bite!”

I chewed it and still felt a bit hungry. But, of course, Ivy had eaten most of the meal. There’s no way I could have ever eaten the amount of food even on the kid’s plates I saw around. She was checking her phone for something when her nurse friend came over. “Hi Ivy, cutie,” she said to us.

“Oh, hi Mace!” Ivy said to her friend, who sat down with a tray on the other side of the table.

“You two look like you’re just finishing?”

“The main part of the meal anyway,” Ivy said.

I blushed, ‘she doesn’t actually expect me to nurse here…?’

As if to answer that, though, she pulled me free of the high chair, and I was soon squirming on her lap. “Here?” I whispered quietly.

She hugged me and whispered, “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not the one with her boobies hanging out.”

I blushed but saw no way to refuse the dripping nipple that my mouth was guided to. So I suckled and listened as they talked.

“So, how’d things go with the VIP you got called in for?”

I felt Ivy’s diaphragm compress and release a large sigh. Her heart rate changed a little, too, and I could tell she was still agitated. “We almost had a major problem with treating the wrong thing.”

“What? Didn’t Doctor Crinfield send her your way?”

“Well, actually, it was Bob who called me in. I’m wondering if he knew something was wrong…?”

“What happened?”

Ivy shifted a little, obviously checking to see who was around. “The patient was diagnosed with needing a new heart valve. It wasn’t the problem, though; she has a Vascular Ring that’s causing the symptoms that she’s experiencing.”

“That was a good catch then, Ivy,” she told her.

“It was, but I didn’t make it.”

“Who did?” I sensed one arm shift, and my back was patted. All I could do, though, was keep sucking on autopilot. The milk was so addictive!

“Seriously?” She asked.

“I told you she was a pretty successful surgeon in her dimension.”

“Why’s she here then?”

“Wanted an adventure, and circumstances pushed her to take the leap,” she passed along my thoughts just as her right breast was no longer producing much. She instinctively pulled me from her nipple and burped me before adjusting me down to the other side.

“You look so natural like that,” Macey told her. “You make a great mommy!”

“Thanks, Mace,” she said.

“So, how did she tell you about what she saw?”

“Just like I would do with any other doctor I disagreed with, she asked to speak with me in the hallway.”

“Seriously?”

“Very professionally, that’s how I knew something was really wrong. Holly’s been doing very good at calling me Mommy and behaving like a good little baby girl.”

“What happened next?”

Ivy filled her in about the rest of it, including Bob’s behavior. “Idiot,” Macey said. “So, surgery is scheduled…?”

“Tuesday,” she said.

“What’s little miss doctor going to do while you’re in surgery?”

“She’s going to go to daycare for the first time,” Ivy said, obviously feeling a bit clingy about me in the way her voice was cracking a little.

“She’ll be fine.”

“I know, but it’s still going to be tough on both of us.”

“She’ll get to meet Ellie though that day,” Macey said.

“She probably won’t be in the same room, though?”

“Which room are you planning on having her put in?”

“I figured the preschoolers?”

“No, Ivy, even if you’re not regressing her, you want to at least put her in the toddler’s room. Of course, the crawler’s room where Ellie is would be safer, but the toddlers will at least keep the size difference between her and the big children to a minimum.”

I felt the milk dwindle in her breast again but kept nursing because it was comforting to be able to spy so well. Again, I wasn’t falling instantly asleep… I was confused because my drowsiness was there, but it wasn’t like I’d experienced the previous week with her milk.

“Won’t they keep an eye out for her?”

Macey laughed, “I thought that once but watched the room for a while before leaving Ellie alone there. It was very apparent that the safest place for her was in the crawler room. I think she’d be okay in the toddler room, though. It’s only up to three-year-olds in there, so they’ll only be a couple feet taller than her at worst. There are some preschoolers in there that are five and already over eight feet in the preschool room.”

‘Eight feet tall?? Five-year old’s?!?!’ I started. ‘I need to look at some growth charts when I get home!’

“You’re right… do they let walking toddlers in the crawler room?”

Macey didn’t answer for a moment, “I think the only ones I’ve seen were in ultra-thick crawler diapers.”

“So, no then?”

“Probably not,” I heard her respond.

“Well, I assume Ellie is in the crawler room?”

“Most of the time… if she’s being extra cranky sometimes, she ends up back with the infants.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to make a decision soon. We’re going to go register Holly now,” Ivy said as she popped the suction from my mouth and burped me. I was drowsy but still somewhat alert as she popped a pacifier in my mouth and used a baby wipe on my face and hands. She began taking the bib off, and soon we were standing up with her holding me on her hip. “We’ll see you Thursday,” Ivy told Macey as we left.

She put her hand under my dress and felt the padding in my diaper, “You probably need a change before we leave the hospital, but I’m guessing this diaper will last a little longer.”

I nodded and sucked on the pacifier.

“You’re still awake again… wonder what’s changed for you? You’ve been out like a light every time?”

I shrugged, “No idea… adrenaline?” I suggested and put my head against her shoulder.

I clung to her as she carried me through the hospital and into a very brightly colored wing. We approached a reception desk, “Can I help you?” A tall, dark-haired Amazonian asked.

Ivy sat me down on the counter, “Yes, I’m Doctor Nickerson, and I just adopted Holly here. I’m going to be bringing her in when I’m working.”

“Nice to meet you, Doctor. I’m Janice Holder, the daycare director,” the lady said. “We’d love to have little Holly here! Are you leaving her here right now?”

“No, I just wanted to get her registered and maybe get a tour of where she’ll be at?”

“Certainly!” the lady said. “It’s quite a pile of forms to fill out. Do you want to just set her down in the room she’ll be in, and she can play for a few minutes?”

“I don’t know…” she said, looking at me. “I think she’s more likely to need nap time right now.”

“Well, we just woke up our kids from nap-time, so I don’t know that she’d have any luck with that. You can always leave her in her future room and see what happens?”

‘Please don’t…’ I pleaded with a look.

“Okay… that’s one of the things, though. I was trying to decide where we should place her?”

“Well, she’s small enough that I would only suggest the toddler room or younger.”

“My friend mentioned the crawler room would probably be her best match size-wise, but do you take non-crawlers there?”

“Normally no, but we will if a parent sends their little in crawler diapers that prevent them from walking. We don’t want a running baby trampling over the top of one that can only crawl.”

“Then I guess it’ll be the toddler room,” she said.

“Great, why don’t you follow me? We’ll drop her off, and then you can get the paperwork filled out!”

“Thanks,” Ivy said.

I looked at her like, ‘really?!?!?’

Showing no pity, though, she stepped forward, and we received a tour as we went along. “This is the dining room,” the lady said as we passed through a large room with many high chairs and long tables that belonged to an elementary lunchroom. A couple of other tables were meant to let caregivers quickly feed several kids in these tiny seats inset in the table around them. “For our Littles, we provide pureed food for them at mealtimes. If she’s going to just be on a milk or formula diet, we just feed them their bottles in their rooms.”

“I’ll probably come to pick her up for lunch most days,” she told her. “But otherwise, we’ll probably just leave some of my milk here with you. I’ve been stockpiling it for that.”

I looked up at her, not knowing that she had been doing that. ‘How much does she have saved?’ I wondered. ‘And where’s the freezer?’

“This is the infant’s room, by the way.” I was distracted enough that I almost missed the first room we came to with rows of cribs and swings. The floor was taken up by Littles and babies on their backs or stomachs, but clearly not able to even crawl. One woman had no top on and made eye contact with me. Her mouth was free of teeth as she smiled at me, and drool dripped from her mouth. Something in her eyes said she was broken, and I shuddered to think of the girl’s fate as I noticed some scarring on her body.

They carried me quickly past there, though, and came to another room with a large observation window along the hallway. “This is the crawler’s room,” the lady said. Based on Macey’s conversation, this is where I assumed ‘Ellie’ must be. Most of the ‘babies’ were on their hands and knees or sitting. A few were inside of walkers or swings too. A few actual babies seemed to be mixed in, but the majority were clearly adults based on their breasts or muscles. I watched two Littles arguing and pushing for a moment before a caregiver made it over there and spanked them until they were both crying.

“Do you spank all of the babies in here?”

“Only the Littles, never the actual babies. Also, we only do it if you permit it. You can mark your preference on the registration forms.”

“If I say no?”

“Time outs and being placed in a crib for a nap are the normal tools we use, just like our normal babies. They don’t usually work well as punishments on most Littles, though, so that’s why spanking is our preferred punishment. We can also use enemas if you prefer that as an in-between measure.”

“I see,” Ivy said as I looked at her in horror.

We came next to the toddler rooms where I would be staying, “And here is Holly’s classroom,” she said.

I felt even more terrified as I looked around the room. Everywhere was loud and chaotic as babies, and Littles alike ran, wrestled, screamed, and played. I didn’t want to be put down and wanted to hold onto Ivy for dear life. “Be good, try it. It won’t be too long, and you’ll get a chance to see what it’s like in this room. Try to make some friends,” she whispered to me. “Behave like a real baby, and they will treat you better,” she added before leaning over and setting me down on the other side of a low wall.

“Go play, Holly,” she told me louder.

I sighed but looked around for something to do. Activities were going on all around the room as I took the sight in. There were some Littles crashing trucks together in one corner while making loud yells of explosions and ending noises. Another set played with dolls on the opposite side, while others colored and drew on another. The ones smashing trucks together nearby were of no interest to me. I walked over to the girls playing with dolls as I thought about what Ivy had said.

“I pway?” I asked, in what I hoped was my best baby impression.

“Pway!” one little said and pushed a spare baby doll towards me. “Baby!” she told me.

I nodded and took the doll. I looked and saw some spare clothes and cloth doll diapers sitting nearby. I decided to play like I was her mommy and take care of her. I noticed the others watching me, but I changed her diaper and dressed her in a new dress. I cuddled with her for a few minutes and fed her a fake bottle. Toddlers normally don’t interact much, so I wasn’t really trying to do so with the other girls.

Two girls were talking in a low whisper, “I thought maybe she was a Little, but she’s just a normal baby.”

“Weird, normally they don’t come in the middle of the day,” the other whispered.

I kept pretending to not understand as they began talking about how to deal with something coming up soon. They were whispering, so all I really got was ‘plan’ and ‘resistance.’ Right when I thought about saying something to ask what they were talking about, I felt my stomach clench, and poop pushed out into my diaper again.

I wanted to just cry and get someone to change me, but I wasn’t sure if they could change me without Ivy leaving them diapers. Because of that, I just kept playing for a moment until a daycare worker came by and sniffed, “Uh-oh, someone made a boom-boom!” she said in a sing-song voice. She looked at the two conspirators first, taking a turn, standing them up, and pulling back their diapers. “Not you two…” she looked over at me, “It must be you, cutie?”

I didn’t say anything as she came and pulled my dress back and said, “Yep, we have a winner!” she picked me up and carried me to a changing table at the side of the room. I was mortified then, as I realized my poopy diaper was about to be opened in front of everyone in the room!

I lay still as she looked at me and scanned my face with a wand. “Uh-oh, you’re not in the system…?”

I just smiled at her blankly.

“Okay, let’s get you changed into another diapee here anyway. What does your mommy have you in?” I just smiled at the rhetorical question, “Oh, we have an extra one of those right here…” she said and pulled out a matching diaper to the one I wore. “Let’s get you out of that icky thing, huh?” she cooed at me and tickled my belly before pulling a pair of gloves on and opening up my diaper.

“Pee-eew,” she exaggerated, gagging for a moment but smiling. She was actually very kind to me as she changed me into a new diaper. Of course, the sensation of her using gloves on me was a lot different from Ivy’s hands’ tactile warmth, but she was gentle as she changed me. “There you go, all clean and dry, huh?” she told me.

I smiled, and she gave me a hug before setting me back down on the ground. I was about to rejoin the doll area when Ivy appeared at the wall, and I ran over to her. The lady from earlier reached over and passed me to her, saying, “See, Mommy, she’ll be just fine here, huh?”

I put my head into her chest in response and hoped it would be okay.

“I guess we’ll see you Tuesday,” Ivy told her. “Thanks for letting her sit in for a little bit.”

“Happy to help you out, Doctor! That’s what we’re here for!”

Ivy carried me out of the daycare center and headed for her car, “Let’s go home and rest - you’ve had a long day,” she told me.

I nodded and yawned as she opened her car door and placed me inside the car seat. “You really were okay in there?”

“I wasn’t there long.” I searched for words and lied, “I guess it seemed okay. I didn’t act like a Little, though. I talked and behaved more like an actual toddler, so I think they probably thought I was one.”

“You’d get treated better that way,” she told me.

As she sat down in the driver’s seat, I asked, “Mommy… what did you say about spankings?”

“I told them no, Holly. I also told them no on the enemas. If they really feel you need to be punished more severely, that will be my job, and I don’t think they’ll be needed, do you?”

I shook my head in terror, “No, Mommy, I’m a good girl!”

“Good, now why don’t you close your eyes and take the nap you should have had several times today!”

I nodded and did just that.
 

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