Seems Too Good Chapters 51, 52, and Epilogue 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 51: Way Out
 

SOMETIME THE NEXT morning, I became aware I was too hot. I felt Ivy’s strong arms squeezing me tighter as I tried to get loose from her gripping me like a teddy bear. “Morning Princess,” she told me and let me wriggle free.

I looked at my watch and saw it was after lunchtime. “Wow… it’s late.”

“Yes, it is. We should probably get moving. Definitely need to get that diaper changed before you leak on Mommy’s bed!”

I sat up and stretched as she got out from the covers and picked me up. “Actually, Mommy needs to go pee. Why don’t you go wait by the changing table?”

She sat me down pretty quickly, and I wondered, ‘How close was she to an accident?’ I grinned, thinking about the sweet justice of a Big having one! I followed her directions, though, and toddled my way to my nursery. I definitely needed a change! My diaper inflated enough that it made me waddle! I poked at it for a second and then wandered around my room, wondering how long she would be.

She was quickly there, though, and scooped me up to change me. “The rash is looking better already,” she told me even after applying more of the cream. I wasn’t a massive fan of it because of the weird odor, and it seemed to stick a bit to the diaper’s fabric.

She carried me to my closet and said, “What do you want to wear today?”

“Are we going anywhere?” I asked her.

She shook her head, “No, not planning to.”

I looked at the wardrobe options and pointed at a one-piece creeper outfit that I knew was pretty comfortable. It was pink and had a lacy top section by the collar. It snapped all the way down the front through the crotch. It provided a small amount of material, almost like an ultrashort pair of shorts at the end. It was really babyish… but it was also really comfortable.

Soon I was eating leftover pasta in my high chair. When I was done, Ivy had cleaned me up, and I figured she was about to suggest nursing and a nap when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” Ivy asked and picked me up. She placed me on her hip and walked to the door. I leaned with her as she looked through the peephole, “There’s no one out there?”

She unlocked the door, and we looked down to see the leader of the Hellcats wearing a set of BDUs. Ivy asked, “Hi, what can I do for you, sir?”

“I’m Colonel Jackal. May I come in?” the man asked.

“Umm… sure,” she told him.

“I was hoping to speak to you two…” he told us as he walked in, and Ivy closed the door behind him.

I could feel him examining me from the top down as we sat on the couch together, and he sat on the opposite end after easily scaling the sofa. I blushed at this ‘adult’ viewing me as a ‘baby.’

“Sure, what can we do for you?” Ivy asked.

“First, I want to thank you, Doc. You managed to save a lot of lives yesterday.”

“Not all of them,” I said sadly.

“If you’re thinking about the terrorist, I urge you not to feel guilty. He made his choice, and you made the only one possible to save that baby. We would not have been able to save the baby if he’d been left alone.”

I nodded, “Mentally, I know that… But, emotionally, that’s going to take some time.”

“Well, regardless of the next thing I want to talk about, we have some people we can put you in touch with to help you deal with that. PTSD is a real thing, and I would be shocked if you don’t suffer from it at least a little bit after this.”

I nodded, “Thanks.”

“You wanted to talk about more?” Ivy asked.

“Yes… Look, normally, I don’t come in and talk to adopted Littles and their Bigs about something like this. Usually, we only recruit from free Littles.”

“Recruit?!?” Ivy asked suddenly.

“Yes, recruit. Doctor Nickerson, Doc is an incredibly talented doctor with a good head on her shoulders… We’ve done some checking, and we think it’s a waste of her abilities to just leave her in a daycare pretending to be a mindless baby.”

I thought for sure, with something like that, Ivy would tell him to ‘get the hell out of her house!’

“I agree, Colonel,” Ivy told him.

“What?!?” I said suddenly and turned my head up towards her.

“I agree. I’ve felt guilty about this for weeks… but I don’t have an answer. Holly, you’re adopted, and if I just free you, it is exceptionally likely you’ll just be adopted by someone else… Someone that would be more like Bob…” she choked up then. I looked back at the man. “What are you offering her, Colonel?”

“Holly’s freedom. She would come with us and go through our boot camp… it’s all of the physicality of a normal military boot camp and intense potty training for a Little like Doc. When she passes, she gets assigned to our hospital on the base, and she’ll have occasional deployments to be on scene for emergencies on ops.”

“What about her adoption?” Ivy asked.

“This agreement would render it invalid, and her credentials as a member of the Hellcats would prevent her from ever being legally adopted in the future.”

“What about Ivy?” I asked softly.

“Her claim on you goes away.”

I looked up at her, the tears streaming from her eyes, and realized I really had grown to genuinely love her. With no family in the other dimension, nothing kept me there… but here? I looked at my clothes and over at his BDUs and wondered if I really wanted a military life. Yes, I would be free… I could probably even get my body set to have puberty and become a full-grown woman with kids of my own there…

“How soon do you need an answer?” I asked him.

“Preferably in the next week since we’ll have transport in the area, but this will be an open-ended offer,” he replied.

“Length of my term of service?”

“Two years minimum,” he told me.

“Give me your contact information, please?” I told him.

We traded information, and he left. Ivy sat down on the floor, where she was closer to my level. “Why didn’t you just tell him yes?”

“Two reasons…” I told her, standing at my height and realizing I wasn’t close to her shoulder even then. “One, making a snap decision led me here… maybe not the best of ideas…?” I giggled.

She gave me a thin grin, “Maybe not…?”

“Two… I’m not sure if that’s what I want...” I paused and sighed, “I’m… I’m also not sure I want to leave you.”

She gave me a big hug and asked, “why don’t we go ahead and give you some boob milk and then maybe take a nap?”

I nodded and waited for her to shrug her shirt out of the way. I was soon latched on and trying to figure out what I wanted to do.
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly sleepily nursing from her second breast. There was a different sensation when she was really asleep and auto-nursing as she thought of it. It was like when she was nursing a pacifier instead, and she had definitely reached that stage.

‘Why didn’t she just take that offer?’ she wondered. ‘It can’t be as simple as me?’

She carried her to the nursery and changed the damp diaper before placing her in her crib to nap. She grabbed the monitor and walked to the living room. As an afterthought, she stopped and grabbed her phone from her bedroom and took it with her to sit down. She was about to turn the TV on to watch something when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Doctor Nickerson?”

“Yes?”

“This is Marcus Wethington; I’m on the board of directors at the hospital?”

She thought back to the fancy meet and greet fundraisers she’d had to attend and said, “Yes, sir, I remember you. What can I do for you?”

“Well, first, how are you and your Little… Doc is her name? Today?”

“Her name is actually Holly… Mostly okay so far. Yesterday was a bit rough on both of us.”

“Of course, sorry the news is calling her Doc... When they interviewed some of the Little’s parents from inside the daycare, she was all they could talk about.”

“Oh? I haven’t watched any TV at all… I didn’t want to upset Holly if she saw it.”

“Well, you should probably at least get a copy of the newspaper at some point. Doc is being considered the biggest heroine ever for Littles.”

“Probably should be…” she told him, “I still can’t believe what she pulled off there.”

“Neither can we, to be honest. Look, the board and I really need to talk to you as soon as possible. Is there a chance we could stop by your house?”

“Umm… I guess. If Holly needs something, though, I’ll have to take care of whatever she needs.”

“Of course! Would right now work?”

‘What the hell is going on?’ she wondered to herself. “I guess…?”

“You’re still at the address we have on file at the hospital?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded nervously.

“Great, we’ll be by in ten minutes.”

‘Ten minutes?!?’ She suddenly realized she was still in her pajamas! She jumped up and ran to her bedroom and quickly put on some jeans and a t-shirt, thinking that would be okay since she was at her house. She quickly looked around the house and saw there was too much stuff out for caring for a Little… ‘No way am I going to have this house spotless…’ she thought. She quickly moved the swing, playpen, and walker out of the way to her bedroom. She had a few folding chairs on hand for company that she dug out in record time. She was about to check on Holly quickly when the doorbell rang.

‘Good thing I soundproofed her room to where the ring doesn’t reach inside there…’ she thought as she hurried to the door. Standing at her door was the entire board of directors… all eleven of them remaining after Bob was killed.

“Good afternoon, Doctor,” Marcus Wethington said as he led the way into her house. She grabbed the kitchen table chairs to add to the others in the living room.

“Can I get you all anything?”

“No, thank you, Doctor, we’re not planning on taking up too much of your time,” an older woman she remembered was Sylvia Pinkerton, one of the wealthiest women in town.

“Well… umm… what can I do for you?”

“Well… it’s more what we want to do for you,” Sylvia said.

“Okay…?” she responded, ‘stop sounding like an idiot!’ She admonished herself.

“We’d like to offer you Bob’s position,” Marcus said.

“Me? Shouldn’t you be doing a search committee? CEOs are never just hired…?” She asked incredulously.

“Normally, yes… but we believe we already have the best candidate in this case. You’ve been running Pediatrics very smoothly for several years now. We’re sure you would do a good job with the hospital system. Add in the fact that the staff loves you, from the other doctors to the nurses, to the custodial staff – absolutely no one has a negative thing to say about you.”

“I’m sure there’s somebody,” she thought, thinking of how often she’d chewed out an incompetent person.

“Not really,” Sylvia added her two cents.

“Well…” she thought for a second. “I would have a condition…?”
 

I WOKE UP and found I was in my crib. I sighed as I thought, ‘If I took Jackal up on that offer, at least I wouldn’t have to be trapped when I sleep…?’

I sat there thinking about the offer some more until Ivy must have seen me awake on the monitor. She came in and asked, “Awake now?”

I nodded, “Change me, please?”

“Of course,” she told me and had me lay down on the changing table and in a new diaper. “How about we have a movie marathon for the rest of the day?”

“Another one?”

“Did you have something else you wanted to do?”

I shrugged as she pulled my legs up into the air, “Not really…?”

“You showed me one of your fantasy movie series from back home; how about I show you one of ours?”

“That might be kind of cool,” I acknowledged. “But… you like that genre?” with some surprise in my voice.

“I’m a bit of a geek at times,” she told me with a smile as she wiped me. Then, when she was done putting on the new diaper, she dressed me in another one-piece blanket sleeper instead of my previous outfit.

“Pajamas already?” I wondered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go put mine on too. Then we’ll order some Chinese food for dinner?”

I nodded, “Okay, sounds a bit like undergrad.”

She smiled, “Yeah, it does.”

The night went by quickly with a trilogy that would have been appreciated back home. Elves, dragons, and orcs were all enemies of humans in it. There was a love interest with a human and an elf princess… Well, it was pretty good, all things considered. My only issue with them is that apparently, along with longer days, their ‘adult’ movie length was also longer. The trilogy lasted a couple hours into the new day, and we were once again up waaaay too late!

I fell asleep nursing that night, thinking of what I wanted to do about that offer. ‘I have a feeling that if I want to do it, the Hellcats won’t let Ivy say no over it?’

‘I don’t know that I want to be in a military force, though!’
 
 

Chapter 52: Deals
 

THE NEXT MORNING came way too quickly for my tastes after the two consecutive late nights. Both Ivy and I looked like hell as she got us both ready that morning to visit her parents. She dressed me in a pretty but really short yellow dress with an attached onesie. I liked it since it held up my diaper as it got wetter. ‘I’ve learned droopy diapers suck!’ I mused. Ivy liked it because it made me look like her adorable toddler.

In the driveway of her parent’s house, I counted the same number of cars from the last time we had come a couple months ago. For some reason, Ivy had avoided all of these gatherings since then… ‘Why?’ I wondered. The last time had been really awkward with poor Janice’s situation. And, Kelly being a brat… And, Katie being whatever she was… But, as she stepped through the front door, it was evident that many changes had indeed taken place since we’d come last.

The biggest was a playpen in the middle of the room that held Janice. She was dressed in a onesie and sucking on a pacifier. Her face looked all red like she’d been crying. ‘He decided she would be a baby after all?’ I wondered. The person drawing my ire was one of the first to greet us. “Hi Ivy, Holly,” Jonah came and hugged us.

“Hi,” I said timidly.

“How are you doing?” He asked me sincerely.

I shrugged, “So far, I haven’t had the nightmares I expect to happen.”

“When they come, don’t be too afraid to ask for help,” he told me in a different voice than I remembered him using towards me on my previous visit.

“I’ll remember that,” I told him, “Thanks.

Ivy’s dad came over and greeted us with a kiss on the forehead. “There’s the hero!” he said to me.

I blushed, “I don’t know about hero…?”

“I do,” Jonah spoke up. “The news definitely thinks you are…” he added.

“News?” I asked. I looked up at Ivy.

She shrugged, “We haven’t honestly watched it,” she told me.

“I have…” her dad said, “Somehow, they got a video of the takedown you did.”

I felt my stomach turn slightly with that, “How much…?”

“How much did they show?” Ivy finished for me.

“All of it,” Jonah said.

“Even…?” I asked.

“Yes… most stations put up a blur over you two.”

“Not all?” I asked

“No, two local and one national just warned viewers,” her dad said.

I felt my stomach doing weird things and swallowed back the vomit that threatened to come out. Jonah sensed that and decided to change the subject, “You want to set her down with Janie for a little bit?”

“Why’s she in a playpen?”

“Kelly and Janie haven’t been doing too well together on Sundays, so I offered to bring her pen. She chose to sit in it instead of playing with Kelly today.”

I looked over at her again, then over at Kelly, who was bossily trying to get Julie to crawl by moving one hand and a leg, then another… Unfortunately, there was no way that would work, thanks to the butchery Katie had done to the poor girl. Ivy looked at me, and I nodded, “Sure, for a little bit.”

She hugged me and whispered, “I won’t go far, and I promise it won’t be long.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

The ‘adults’ moved to sit around on the couch on the other side of the living room. I looked at Janice and whispered, “Janice, what happened to you?”

“Whadoyoumean?” she said around the pacifier.

“You’re an adult?” I suggested.

She shook her head and pulled her pacifier out. “Nuh-uh, my boss decided Daddy was right that I was just a baby… so she told me I needed to stay home with him.”

“She fired you?”

“Nope, I’m a baby! Babies can’t work! I get to go to Auntie Katie’s daycare now. It’s lots more fun! You should come! We could play and have so much fun together!!!” She smiled and moved the toy rattle she had up and down.

I shook my head, “Umm… I have my own daycare my mommy takes me to.”

Her larger frame meant that the playpen appropriate for her was a bit larger than mine at Ivy’s house. Even with the more oversized-sized pen, though, she was big enough that there wasn’t a ton of space in there. So I ended up leaning with my back against the side of the mesh where I could look at her and also keep an eye out for Kelly. She was now talking to Ivy and showing her big girl panties off. It looked like she’d grown quite a bit just since we’d seen her. Her dad grunted as he picked her up and talked about how big she was getting.

I looked back at Janice, “So umm… what about being married?”

“Daddy adopted me; I can’t be his wifee no more,” she said.

‘So, he did do it,’ I thought.

I was debating what else I could do to kill time when Janice stood up and crouched in what I had learned from experience was a poopie crouch. “Umm, Janie, do you need to go potty?” I asked.

“Janie goes potty in her diapees like all good girls,” she said with a giggle as she filled the back of the diaper.

The smell hit me, and I wanted to gag. I looked over at Ivy and made eye contact with a motion toward Janice. She stood up and came over, “Peee-eeeew,” she said, “Someone over here is a stinky baby!”

She picked me up and sniffed me, “I know it’s not you,” she whispered, “I’ll get her changed.”

“Not my Princess,” she said. “Janice, are you stinky?”

“Stinky!” she exclaimed and happily sat down on her poop to smush it.

She picked her up and said, “Jonah, your baby needs to be changed.” She definitely emphasized the word baby, so I could tell she wasn’t pleased about it.

“She likes her poopies,” Katie said, “Just let her play in her diapee for a while. It’s good for her to accept her place.”

“She’ll get a rash or a UTI,” Ivy growled.

“Well, then you change her,” Jonah said. “I’m with Katie on this. If you want to change her, I left her bag upstairs.”

“Ugh,” she looked at Janice, “Well, since they’re too lazy, I’ll get you to being a pretty smelling girl again.” She moved her to her right hip and then reached down and managed to grab me and place me on her left hip. “Definitely glad you’re an only child…” she said as she made her way up the staircase. She sat me down in the nursery and went to work on the oversized baby.

“You knew?” I asked her as she undid the diaper.

She tickled Janice a little to get a giggle and nodded at me, “It’s why we haven’t been coming on Sundays. I can’t stand to know they’ve done this to her.”

“What all have they done?” I asked softly.

“Hypnosis, the potty training went with drinking breast milk several times a day… that’s it so far, I think.”

“She’s that far gone from hypnosis?” I asked as she acted as babyish as the brainwashed Littles at daycare.

She wiped her bottom for a few moments before saying, “Holly, if I wanted to, I could make you behave like a little newborn with our hypnosis tapes alone… You’d forget you could walk, talk, or even crawl!”

“Thank you for not doing that,” I told her as she balled up the poop-filled diaper and put it in a diaper genie they had in the nursery.

She had to push her shoulders back down on the changing table, “Not done yet, Janie,” she told her. I watched her dig into the pink diaper bag that said ‘Daddy’s Baby Princess’ on its side in large, glittery letters. A huge new thick diaper was pulled out, and I could tell it was different from the ones she had worn before.

“Is that a crawler diaper in her size?” I asked.

“Yes… it is,” Ivy said as she did both tapes. She picked Janie up and sat her on the ground on her feet. Janie held herself upright for two seconds and then happily fell down on her bottom and giggled. “You need to be changed yet?” she asked me.

“I’m probably okay,” I told her, feeling the padding.

She reached over and did the same, “Yep, I bet you can make it through lunch.”

“How long are we staying after lunch?”

“Not long,” she told me. “I think neither of us really wants to stick around, right?”

I nodded and looked over at Janice, “She’ll be like that forever?”

“A long time at least,” Ivy told me. “I would say until my brother gets tired of her poopy diapers, but it’s pretty obvious Katie is telling him just to leave her in them, so he’s probably not changing them often.”

“Why is she so happy in them?”

“One of the first things that Katie does at her daycare is conditioning her Littles to happily stay in poopy diapers for half a day or more.”

“How is that not abuse?” I asked.

“I don’t know… It’s one of many reasons why I won’t send you there.”

“What are we…?” I was about to ask when her dad came through the door.

“Your mom says dinner’s ready,” he told her.

“Okay. Can you grab Janice so I can carry Holly down?”

“I’ll be happy to grab Janie,” her dad said. He tickled her barefoot as he picked her up and threw her in the air a couple of times as we followed them downstairs.

Ivy carefully sat me down into the high chair and buckled me in the typical harness. I looked over at Janice being buckled into a high chair, just like Katie’s two Littles were. Only her head was left free, while her ankles and hands were strapped down. That was the first time I saw some sort of mental recognition in her eyes as she looked at me with worry. ‘I’d guess she’s very close to being past the point of no return…?’ I thought morosely.

During lunch, I stayed quiet, remembering the rules from before. ‘Ivy’s mom doesn’t seem so bad on her own… I wonder why she’s like this on Sundays?’

They all talked around me, and in a way, I was grateful for not being asked about the terrible incident. Then, towards the end of lunch, her mom said, “Looks like everyone is ready for dessert?”

“Yep!” Jonah said.

She disappeared for a few moments and brought out a cake with ‘Congratulations, Ivy and Holly!’

“Why does it say that?” I asked Ivy.

She sighed, “Well… It’s up to you still what you want to do about the offer you were given yesterday… but I have a counteroffer for you.”

“Counteroffer?” I asked hesitantly.

“While you were napping yesterday, the hospital board of directors came by.”

“I slept through that many people coming over?”

“I had your room completely soundproofed before you came,” she said with a smile, “It’s why I always have the baby monitor… Anyway,” she said, extending out her syllables on ‘any.’ “They came by to make me an offer!”

“What offer?”

“Taking Bob’s place as the CEO of the hospital.”

“Wow! Congratulations!” I told her, “That’s huge!!! Why didn’t you say something last night?!?”

“Because I wanted to surprise you with this - and I needed Jonah’s help to expedite it with the city.”

She handed me a greeting card envelope. ‘Congratulations to a Super Heroine!’ it said with a diapered figure that reminded me of Supergirl back home. I opened it, and a document greeted my eyes, ‘Work Permit.’ I read through it and realized it was like a work permit for a teenager back home. However, this particular one was for any minor, including adopted Littles, and with the signature of the judge who had signed, it gave me permission to work any job for up to eight hours per day, six days per week.

“What’s this for?” I asked while I moved it aside and looked at the space behind it.

I looked up at Ivy as she said, “I refused to take the job unless they promised me something.”

“What?” I asked her.

“That if I could get a work permit for you, they had to let you join the hospital staff as a surgeon in the pediatrics unit.”

“I thought…”

“You couldn’t?” She laughed as she pulled the tray away and pulled me to her lap. “You couldn’t before… but when you saved that baby’s life - and single-handedly probably saved half or more of the lives in that room? Let’s just say it gave you some bargaining power.”

“How does that work, though?” I asked. “The Hellcats said I would have to potty train before I could join… wouldn’t I have to do that at the hospital?”

“They asked you to join?!?” Jonah interrupted from across the table.

I nodded, “Open-ended offer,” I turned back to Ivy, “So…?”

“So, part of the deal is that the diapers are a non-issue. If we can’t retrain you - as long as you’re wearing a diaper - it’s fine if you have an accident. We’ll have some nurses who will certainly be willing to change you if I’m not around.”

“That’s kind of scary,” I admitted to her… “If I’m doing this… what surgical team would even listen to me?”

“The ones that were there that day for certain, but probably the whole hospital now.”

“She’s right,” Jonah said, “I heard more than a few comments about that while standing around there.”

“So… what… I become like Janice was?” I whispered so she could hear me only.

“Yes, you’ll do what Janice used to do,” she replied to me louder. “Only you don’t have to worry about me pulling you out of your job.” She hesitated, “Unless you start doing a bad job!”

I shook my head, “I wouldn’t… Will my degree and license cover certifications here?”

“As of this morning, they will,” she nodded to her mom, who brought over a gigantic wrapped package. I carefully ripped the paper while Ivy steadied it, revealing my medical school diploma next to a certificate to practice medicine there in this state.

I was crying by then, “Really?!?”

“Really,” she told me.

I hugged her as best I could after she set the picture down. “Thank you, Mommy!” I told her.

“I can’t believe you think she can do surgery!” Katie said, “I sure as hell wouldn’t trust her!!!”

“Just shut up, Katie,” Jonah told her.

“No, this is stupid… why in the hell would you let her work? You figured out that Janie had no business being a big girl… now you think that her baby should be doing surgical procedures?”

I watched as a surreal scene occurred then. Jonah stood up, grabbed Katie, sat back down, and proceeded to pull her dress up and start spanking her!

When she began crying, he kept going for a while longer and then pushed her from his lap. “That little girl may be the size of a baby, she may even piss and shit her pants like a baby, but I guarantee you she’s more mature than you, sis. So just shut the fuck up.” He looked at Janie then, crying, “I’m sorry, sweetheart… Maybe this is a sign I shouldn’t be listening to sis anymore.” He picked her up and began rocking her back and forth while Katie stormed out of the room in tears.

“Jonah, next time, let me be the one to spank Katie if she needs it,” his dad said. “That being said, she needed it.”

“So…?” Ivy asked me.

“I would really be able to do procedures? No daycare? Parents would trust me?”

“I guarantee it,” she said. “There may be some that will ask to have another surgeon… and we’ll respect that, but I think you’ll have more than enough respect once they know you’re the famous ‘Doc’ who saved lives last week.

I leaned into her and thought for a second, “Okay… but you promise? It almost seems too good to be true…?”

She laughed, “I promise you’ll be working your butt off as a full-time surgeon on actual patients this time.”

“Shake on it??”

She held her hand out, and I shook the massive hand of the CEO who ran my new workplace.
 
 

Epilogue
 

I LOOKED DOWN at the screen and continued manipulating the controls until I reached the planned zone. “Clear! Activating,” I said as I pressed a button on the system controls and then backed out the endoscope-like device. Another screen showed the progress of the nanites repairing the intestines where a tumor had lodged on the intestines of the young five-year-old girl. The nanites went to town, destroying the bad cells, and then rebuilt her intestinal wall to the way it should be. The excess material of cancerous cells was broken down into a fluid that her immune system would clear.

In a matter of minutes, the large tumor was gone! I used a pink princess Band-Aid to cover the remnants of the incision. I smiled, knowing even that incision would disappear in half an hour. Even though it was unnecessary, I’d found that leaving a little cute souvenir bandaid for a patient helped reassure them that I had fixed their problem! I watched her vitals for a moment longer to ensure we were done before telling the nurses, “Okay, looks like we’re good. Go ahead and get her down to recovery, please. I’m going to go talk to her parents and let her know she’s okay.”

“Not yet, you’re not…” said a young nurse I’d never forget from giggling gleefully at the idiot nurse the day of the terrorist strike. I’d long ago learned her name was Haley Simmerson.

“Why not?” I looked up at her.

“You need a change first,” she told me.

“Ugh… come on, let’s get it done quickly, please…?” I told her.

“Sure thing, Doc,” she told me. I followed her to a small room near the operating theaters that had been converted into a changing room for me. She lifted me onto the table and said, “You know, you’re one stinky doctor!” She pulled my scrub pants down and lifted me off the messy diaper. “One of these days, your mommy needs to potty train you!”

“I tried…” I told her as she wiped between my cheeks, “but even when we had me making it most of the time, I needed to move too fast to make it… I couldn’t chance that in surgery.”

“So, you just decided your pants make the best potty?”

I sighed, “Don’t they?”

She laughed. Haley finished changing me, “For you, maybe… It’s a good thing you have a mommy already; I would totally have adopted you myself by now.”

I blushed, “I can think of worse mommies, actually.” Then, I told her, “But my mommy and I are happy together,” I added.

“Then I’m happy being your favorite nurse and part-time babysitter!” she laughed and tickled me for a second before pulling my pants back up. The diaper was placed in a disposal, and I was on my feet. I stopped via a quick hand wash station that had been modified for my short height.

“Mrs. Abernathy?” I said as I walked out to the waiting room where the young mother waited.

“Yes, Doc? Is she okay?”

“Everything went great! You’ll be able to go back with her in recovery in just a few minutes once they get her settled in there.”

“Oh, thank you, Doc!” She said and wrapped her arms around me.

“You’re very welcome,” I told her as I managed to step away from her a moment later.

“I was concerned at first about a Little being a surgeon… but then I found out you are the best there is for kids.”

“I just do the best I can,” I told her with a smile. “I’ve got to get going. I’ll check in on you two later this afternoon.”

I looked at my watch and saw that I had an hour for a break before my next appointment. So I walked down to a familiar elevator. A nurse in the elevator asked, “Hi Doc, what floor?”

“Thirty-five, please,” I told her.

“Going up to see the boss?”

“Figure I’ll try and pull her away for lunch,” I told her.

“She is a bit of a workaholic at times, isn’t she?”

“Sometimes,” I agreed with a smile.

She stepped out at a lower floor, and the elevator continued to the top floor where Ivy’s office was. Many business office staff members gave me friendly greetings as I drew nearer her office. Her secretary, Trisha, greeted me, “Hey Doc, here to see Doctor Nickerson?”

I nodded, “She free?”

“For you, she always is,” she reminded me for probably the thousandth time, “but she just ended her last meeting. So here for lunch, I’m guessing?”

“Yep,” I told her and went through the door she opened for me.

“Hi, Princess,” she told me with a smile.

“Lunch?” I asked.

“Sure, let me just grab my bag…” she told me.

‘My bag?’ I thought with a shake of my head… Sure she had her wallet and keys in there, but most of it was still made up of diapers and baby gear for me. I sighed and followed her down the hallway at practically a jog to keep up. Early on, we had decided that it was better not to carry one of her surgeons around… ‘Lead by example,’ she told me. So, she was Ivy or Doctor Nickerson during working hours, and I was Holly or Doc. The only concession to her babying me was the obligatory diaper changes around lunchtime.

Down in the dining area, we picked up food from differing stations. Ivy got her salad while I went for the stir-fry station. I’d built up a good relationship with the cook there. Once he had seen that I loved spicy food, he never had any problems getting enough spice to satisfy me. I giggled as I walked to our usual table, thinking about when Macey had tried to say,’ it can’t be that spicy if a Little can eat it…?’ Whenever I thought of her teary face and her rush for something to help take the edge off, it brought a smile to my face!

‘She’s a tough one to deal with sometimes,’ I thought. She was one of those Amazon nurses that strongly felt I should be at the daycare - even after a year and a half of building my solid reputation. Luckily, I had Haley, Kat, and several other nurses that I had impressed who flew cover for me with her and the two other problem nurses. Of course, having my ‘mommy’ be the hospital’s CEO didn’t hurt either!

I let Ivy help me into the booster seat that I sat in for lunch and began carefully eating. “How’d that little girl’s procedure go?”

“Which one? I had four this morning?”

“The tumor?”

“She’s going to be just fine!” I said with a smile, “Even after all this time, I’m still amazed every time that those nanites can remove those so easily!”

“I still can’t believe what you do in your dimension, still trying to do it by… cooking organs with radiation is just so…?”

“Barbaric?” I asked with a laugh. “Well, I did come here to learn for a reason.”

She smiled back at me then. “What do you have planned for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Six pre-consults… rounds with this morning’s patients… should be done by about three?”

“Good, remember come straight to my office - we’re taking off early today.”

“Why?” I asked.

“If you have to ask, I’m certainly not telling you,” she told me with a smile.

I glared at her, but it did no good. ‘What is so special about today?’ I thought, racking my brain. ‘I’ve never been good about calendar dates!’

I shook my head, “I’ll be there.”

A few hours later, I was in the last of my pre-surgery consults. The patient was a thirty-year-old adult Little woman who was dealing with some rather large ovarian cysts. I’d reviewed the case before coming in that morning like I always did and couldn’t help but wonder what this set of parents was going to want.

I grabbed onto the special door handle attached to the four consultation rooms that I used in the hospital. I paused for just a moment to gird myself for the parent encounter I had a bad gut feeling about.

“Hello, I’m Doctor Nickerson,” I said as I walked in. The enormous Amazon woman looked shocked at my presence. “Everyone here calls me Doc,” I said to the Little, sitting on the short table that I had added to my rooms.

“You’re a Little?!?” She said, “Littles can’t be doctors?!? Go get your mommy in here, little girl! It’s cute to play dress up, but you need to be with your mommy!”

I sighed, “Miss…?” I looked at the chart again, “Beale, I am a doctor. I am, in fact, the best surgeon in this hospital for Pediatric and Little patients. You specifically requested the best, right?”

“Wha…” she tried to backpedal. “You’re lying, right?”

I pressed a little panic button I carried, and Haley was there a moment later. “Need something, Doc?” She asked me when she came in.

“Keep an eye on the mother? Maybe get her to believe I’m as good as I say I am?” I laughed and turned to the Little, surprisingly a few inches shorter than me. “Hi, I’m Holly,” I told her and held my hand out.

“Je… Jenny,” she said. I could see she still had her teeth, and it looked like she could walk, so her mom at least wasn’t one of the extreme cases.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jenny! I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.” I pulled up my tablet and a copy of her scan, “Okay, so it looks like you have two cysts on your ovaries showing large amounts of fluid retention inside.”

“They hurt,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jenny, I know that they do,” I told her. “You’re not my first patient with them,” I told her reassuringly. “Now it says here that you’ve been dealing with them for the past three months?”

“Uh-huh,” she told me.

“We’ve tried everything medication-wise,” her ‘mother’ said.

“I see that… and it looks like your primary pediatric physician referred her to me to remove them.”

“I asked for the best…” the mom confirmed. She looked at Haley, “You’re really sure she’s the best?”

“By far, she is… I always hate when parents decide to throw a fit to keep her from working on their children. Too often, they regret it later.”

“Have you ever lost a patient?” The Little woman asked me.

I looked at her, “I believe in honesty, so I’ll tell you, yes, I have. That was in my old dimension, and we didn’t have the technology we have here, though!”

She smiled, “So I’ll be fine?”

“You’ll go to sleep, and we’ll get in there and remove the cysts with nanites,” I showed her a video of them working on another cyst as a stock run of the procedure. “You won’t feel a thing. It’s really a very simple procedure!”

“You’re just removing the cysts?” the mother asked. “I wanted the ovaries removed, too…?”

“Then you’ll need to find another doctor,” I told her.

“What?!?” She asked, “It’s no different a procedure?”

“It’s an entirely different procedure. One is necessary and therapeutic in nature; the other would forever keep her from being able to have kids.”

“She’s my baby. There’s no way I’ll let her do that!”

I sighed, “I have a slot open for her surgery next Tuesday. If you want her full ovaries removed, you’ll need to find another hospital. I’ll lodge my report, and we’ll note that you’ve refused care.”

“You can’t…!”

“We don’t do those procedures at this hospital anymore,” I told her.

“But…”

“Also, I will have to lodge a report with Little Protective Services to ensure you get her care. If you leave her in this pain, they will have to act on negligence.”

“Fine!” She huffed, “We’ll go to another hospital!”

“Mommy?” The little woman said.

“What?”

“Please let her do it?”

“But if we do the other way, you’ll never have to worry about yucky periods again…?”

“Please, Mommy?” The little girl begged with tears down her face. She had the cute baby girl face down perfectly!

She sighed, “Fine, what time do we need to be here Tuesday?”

“This packet has the full information,” I said, handing her a stack of forms. You need to complete the top stack that’s clipped together today and turn it in at the registration desk along with your payment.” I looked at my tablet again. “There will also be a prescription for some pain and anti-inflammation meds downstairs. You can give them to her when you’re finished to help for now. She has to be completely off of them for 24 hours beforehand, though,” I looked apologetically at the little girl.

“That’s fine.” The girl responded.

“No fluids other than water sixteen hours before too.”

“No breastmilk?” she asked, concerned.

I shook my head, “We need her to be only on clear fluids. Breast milk still leaves too much in the body,” I told her. “It’s better if it’s longer than that, but we can make that length work.”

“Anything else we need to know?” She asked.

“Just make sure you bring a comfortable set of pajamas to take her home. Extra diapers of her brand are always a good idea since the hospital selection isn’t great. Pacifier, bottle, blankie, and her favorite stuffie are nice touches for most of my patients. All of that is on the packing list in there. We won’t need her overnight, though, so she’ll be able to go home about two hours or so after the procedure.”

“Thanks, Doc…” the mom said, and I followed her out the door and left down the hallway.

Haley caught up with me, “Should have known she’d be one of those…?”

“They’re all one of those!” I told her with a giggle.

“Not all of them…” she told me. “Some of them pick you up before I get in there!”

I groaned, thinking of a couple of them. The worst had been the one who insisted she needed to look for my mommy after forcing me to nurse from her breasts. I’d been really annoyed at that one and through the legal department forced her to get checked for infectious diseases…

I was soon in front of Ivy’s office again and made my way in as she was packing up. “All done for the day?” She asked.

“Yeah… sorry, I’m running a bit slow. I had one of those mommies and had to finish my rounds.”

She laughed, “At least you’re still in one piece. Is she letting you do the procedure?”

“Thankfully for the poor girl. Her ‘mommy’ wanted me to do a hysterectomy while removing an ovarian cyst…?”

She sighed, “Well, at least you have a backup from the CEO on those procedures not happening here.”

I smiled, “Yes, I do! Thank you for that!”

I followed her down the hallway, thinking about how much she had actually impacted this hospital in particular. At first, things had continued along on the status quo, but due to some reports that came to light, she moved forward to more humane treatments of our Little patients. Apparently, last fall, one of the other pediatric surgeons had been maintaining something… best described as a Little mill… that had resulted in a massive scandal at the University Hospital. When Ivy took over, the reports were just finalizing and coming out from the police.

Here at General, I had been worried Ivy would lose her job just as collateral damage from the report, but she hadn’t really been there that long on top – and it had taken place long before she took over. It also helped that it had been at the other hospital campus! The fallout gave her an excuse to implement some ‘anti-disfiguring’ policies. They forbid elective procedures on Littles to remove teeth, the ability to walk, remove reproductive organs, etc. Little Rights Activist groups had cheered her decisions. Combining that with an excellent surgical team, the hospital was renowned as one of the best for pediatric care - particularly Little care.

When we reached Ivy’s car, Doc left, and Holly surfaced. “Let’s get that soggy bottom changed,” she told me in a sing-song voice.

She laid me down on the back of the SUV floor, quickly pulled down the scrub bottoms, and changed me into a dry diaper. My top was off next, and she produced a purple romper that she dressed me in. Placing me into my car seat, a pacifier was pushed between my lips, and I suckled on it contentedly. I looked at the electronic screen that soon showed the streets as she drove home.

A couple hours later, I was dressed in a surprisingly mature dress that wouldn’t have seemed out of place on a teenager if I had boobs. I had debated doing a nanite procedure on myself several times to induce puberty and grow my breasts. Having seen so many Littles that had them, though… I decided it didn’t make any difference in how Bigs saw us. They almost all ended up in diapers anyway, and it wasn’t like I had met anyone I wanted to have kids with yet. I still had enough of my male brain left that being with a man sounded weird… and women weren’t really on the menu either. I theorized my non-existent sexual urges had to do with the lack of hormones, but I was too chicken to experiment on myself. Really, I was content to just be with Ivy at this point.

I followed behind her into a very fancy restaurant, still wondering what was happening. Her parents, Jonah and Janice, along with their baby boy, sat along one side of a big table. On the other side of the table, Haley and her boyfriend were sitting. There was one empty chair and one with a booster seat beside them. “What’s going on?” I asked again.

“It’s your birthday,” she said with a smile.

“No, it’s no… Oh… it’s my arrival day?”

“Now she gets it!” Haley said as I was placed in the booster seat next to her. Ivy sat next to me on the other side.

The dinner was good, and I enjoyed being treated like a young woman rather than a baby. Of course, that had become more common after the terrorist incident, but we still went on like ‘normal’ much of the time outside of office hours. I looked at Janice, who smiled at me from where she was breastfeeding their one-year-old son. I was so happy that Jonah had woken up and re-potty-trained Janice after Katie’s spanking. Six weeks of therapy later, she became his wife again, with only occasional daytime accidents that she handled with her Pull-Ups. Janice confided in me that every night Jonah still had to diaper her since she had never really been dry at night, and the Pull-Ups leaked. Apparently, it had become an excuse for some extra attention, though, so she didn’t mind much!

I was grateful that Katie wasn’t there right then… she hadn’t gotten any better! I had learned later that she was heavily involved with that school ‘Tippy Toes’ that had caused the former terrorist leader to break. A year after that nightmare, some disturbing reports had come to light. Tippy Toes had been raided by the police and LPS as they investigated the allegations. Jonah’s SWAT team had led the raid, and he still couldn’t bring himself to talk about it to anyone! Luckily for Katie, there was no direct evidence of her involvement, but many Littles I had as patients didn’t have anything good to say about her!

After we finished eating, a cake with a large number two candle on top of it was brought out and placed in front of me. The cake was decorated in the theme of a children’s show about a girl doctor geared towards toddlers. I groaned but said, “Thanks.”

They sang a weird version of happy birthday to me that was common in that dimension, and I blew out the candle. It was a fun night with gifts for both adult me… and baby me. The dichotomy had been weird for a long time, but I admitted to Ivy after a few months that I really did love the attention that she gave me. The most significant concession to my ‘adulthood’ was that I only nursed at night now on weekdays. On weekends I nursed three times a day - but to try and avoid having too many poopy diapers while I was doing procedures or meeting with patients, we tried to avoid it too much on weekdays. Usually, by Friday, I even felt like I had some control over my bowels again… just in time to lose it on Saturdays!

“Here,” Ivy said, handing me one last gift, a simple card.

I opened it and read the message from her.
 

Holly/Nick,

I made a deal with you two years ago that you’d have a choice to go back home or stay here. I honor that choice tonight! If you wish, tomorrow I will drive you to the portal station. There I have arranged for permits and a ticket to transport you back home, along with legal assurances that they will get you there. Portal Relocations on your side will have your car and money for you as per the agreement. They will also provide you documentation for your female identity.

If you would choose to stay, I would forever love you as both my little ‘Doc’ and ‘Princess.’ I hope we can continue to be happy.

Love,

Ivy
 

My eyes were filled with tears as I looked at the tickets behind the letter inside the card. Then, finally, I shook my head, “No, I’m staying, Mommy,” I told her.

“But…”

I turned towards her, “But nothing… Nothing, that’s what I have back there. Here I have you, friends like Haley, and many more things. Put it in your Will if you want that if something happens to you, that is my option… but I don’t want to leave you… ever…” I said and held my hands out to her.

She picked me up and hugged me, “I don’t want you to leave either. You can be my sweet baby girl forever!”

“I love you, Mommy,” I told her.

“I love you too,” she told me.
 
 

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