Seems Too Good - Chapters 13 and 14
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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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Chapter 13: Expectations
I SIGHED AND fidgeted with my fingers and legs since I couldn’t move much in the car seat. When we finally reached her house, I sat patiently. She backed into the garage before opening her door and coming over for me.
“Well, so… how was your first day in this dimension?” she asked me as she picked me up out of the seat.
“Honestly? Terrifying…”
She squeezed me into a hug, “I am sorry about that,” she told me before carrying me inside the house and setting me down on the kitchen floor.
I followed her as she sat the diaper bag down on a counter in the kitchen before she continued to walk into the living room. “Why don’t we have a chat?” She suggested. I looked up where she had a seat on the couch, took a bit of a hop up to pull myself to the top of the sofa, and planted myself cross-legged a few feet from her. I blushed as I realized the dress definitely exposed the bloomers and tried to smooth the skirt back down. ‘I wonder if that will become normal…?’
As I looked up into her face, I couldn’t help but be aware of the discrepancy in our sizes. There was no doubt in my mind that she was physically able to do whatever she wanted with me. Clearly, it was her kind’s typical and acceptable behavior to treat us ‘Littles’ like babies instead of adults. It definitely wasn’t an outlier event like I’d been told back at Portal Relocations - everything I had seen that day made that point very clear! What I couldn’t quite figure out were her motives and her ultimate goals. Well… maybe her ultimate goals weren’t so hard to figure out. The diaper bag and the high chair in the house were obviously bought before she found out my height.
“What are you thinking?” She asked me.
I sighed, “Trying to figure out what you’re really doing with me… I’m guessing there’s no way I’ll be working at the hospital like this?”
She grimaced… “It’s going to be complicated,” she told me.
“How complicated? All I’ve seen with adults my size is one after another being abused as surrogate babies today?” I felt a tear from my eye, “I really am the biggest idiot on the planet for coming here!”
I watched her stop herself from reaching out to me, “No, you’re not,” she said.
“How? I threw away a career and a good life… What’s here for me?”
She looked taken aback further as more tears fell silently down my face, “Me?” She said softly.
I looked at her and noticed her own tears. She reached tentatively for me and sat me on her lap, gently facing her.
“Look, Ho… Nick…” she paused, “I’m sorry that this has been the day it has. I was hoping we’d be able to go through and have a few days before the realities of this world came crashing down on you.”
I grimaced and shook my head, “You didn’t exactly allow for that by taking me outside the house?”
She shook her head, “No, part of it is a certain blindness to how my kind acts.” She sighed, “Look, I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t invite you here without any intentions of being able to maybe have a relationship with a ‘little.’” She paused, “But I also need you to understand the way things work in this world and that I don’t want you to regret your trip… or hate me.”
I looked at her skeptically. She’d been lying to me, and maybe this was my chance to get the truth, “I’ll give you a chance, but let’s get the record straight now. You chose the modifications to make me into a girl, didn’t you?”
With a shocked face, she nodded, “I’m sorry I did.”
“Why?” I asked.
She sighed, “For that, I need to give you the full truth… I told you earlier about the reproduction problems we have?” I nodded, “Well, I’m one of the sixty percent who can’t have babies.”
“Why not just adopt…?” I asked.
“Adopt who?”
“An unwanted baby?” I suggested.
She laughed, “There’s no such thing here in this dimension. Those lucky enough to have babies always keep them, cherish them, and raise them. The government even provides subsidies for mothers to help out with the few natural births that occur.”
“What about teen pregnancy?” I asked curiously.
“Not a thing here like I’ve heard it is in your dimension as much. Parents tend to keep their teenage daughters on a pretty tight leash. As a result, the few too young teens who get pregnant often end up back in diapers after delivery and re-raised due to their immaturity.”
“Re-raised?” I asked.
“I want to get back on topic here… but some are raised from the beginning again in their current size, or even shrunk to baby size if their parents are wealthy enough.”
“Shr…?”
I was going to ask, but she said, “Let me continue?” I nodded impatiently. “With no real babies to adopt, there really is no other option for my species than to adopt Littles.”
“Why do you have to do so?” I asked, “I mean, in my dimension, there are lots of people who go their lives without having children?”
She grimaced, “Contrary to what our bodies want to do, those of us who can’t have kids have this… super mothering compulsion?”
“Super mothering compulsion?”
“It’s like you have to have a baby to take care of yourself…?” she looked pained as she thought about it, “Just having you sitting in my lap right now is making me the most content I’ve been in years. I don’t know that I can explain it any more than that.”
“So, is this a psychological or a physical issue?” I asked clinically.
“Both,” she said sadly, “It manifests in behavior and body functions… Hard to explain, though.”
“Huh,” I said thoughtfully.
“So, it’s a pretty big issue,” she said, “and there’s really only a few ways to take care of getting a Little.”
“Kidnapping one off of the street, I guess, was one?” I asked her. “That’s what had happened to a couple of them today?”
She nodded, “It’s less common now, though, since there are fewer and fewer free Littles for one to grab.”
“I’m guessing from an article I read back home there are some sort of orphanages that you also can adopt from?”
She grimaced at that one, “That’s the worst way, in my opinion,” she said.
“How so?”
“Those Littles are altered through surgery, nanites, and other ways to be the best, most compliant Littles they can be for their new mothers.”
“I take it they’re not gentle with them?” I saw the arterial vein throb with her anger on her neck.
“No… I’ve had to clean up more than a few messes from them at the hospital,” Ivy said.
“And the last is to find some sucker that will agree to come here from my dimension?”
She looked pained but said, “To a degree, that’s correct.”
“And in my case?”
She sighed and blinked away some tears, “I guess my mom was right; I should have just thrown you into the deep end, diapered, put you in a crib, and generally just babied you… but I can’t do that to you.”
“Can’t?”
She smirked, “Well, definitely could; nothing’s stopping me. Certainly, nothing you can do.”
“What about the contract I have with Portal Relocations?”
“The one that says I determine if you’re an adult and capable of using that clause to come home?”
“That’s probably why she kept it out of my hands after that!” I moaned, “I’ll be honest, towards the end, I worried about the fine print, but I’d been signing and initially so much after one-hundred pages I got sloppy for a few pages… She claimed she’d get me a hard copy but didn’t give it to me until I was already there to leave.”
“Normal,” she told me, “otherwise, smart people like you wouldn’t come.”
I sighed, “So what happens now?”
“Good question,” she told me, to my surprise.
“You don’t know?” I asked.
“I know what I want to do, I know what my heart wants me to do, and I know what I think is right…?”
“So…?”
“So, first of all, let’s be honest here. You are my adopted daughter legally as of now. I am your mother and have all rights to decide what you do.”
“That’s…”
“Not fair?” She finished. “No, I admit it’s not, but it’s how life will be for you now.”
I grimaced, “Okay, so you’re my mommy now… that’s weird, but you’re right, nothing I can do about it I...” I thought, ‘I saw more than enough beatings today to know arguing won’t help.’
She actually smiled as I used that word, “So as a new mommy, I have six weeks of paid maternity leave,” she told me, “and... during that time, let’s figure out if we can have a good relationship?”
I stared at her and shrugged, “It’s not like I have much choice here.”
She looked at me, “You may not now - but you did before… Why did you come? I mean, you’re obviously shocked to see what you’ve seen today, but you clearly weren’t totally surprised by it?”
“There was enough information out there that no… I’m not surprised by it. It was always a possibility after what I’d read… It’s just more the shock of seeing it… well, really the shock of everything today. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost it completely.” I admitted.
“So, why come here? You, yourself, said you had a good life?”
“Except it wasn’t a great life. I’ll admit I’ve been lonely… Same as you with your career. You don’t make it as far in medicine as both of us have without a lot of work. It’s easy to forget to have a relationship while you are still young enough to meet people.”
She nodded, “I do understand that, so…?”
“So, I’ll be honest, with everything going to hell in my world… I took one look at you and thought maybe I’d find someone I could connect with.”
“You came…”
“Because of you and the obvious care you have for your patients. I came to learn and practice medicine here …” I gave a grim smile, “but something about you fascinated me more than any other woman has… and I guess I gambled.” I paused, “Guess I lost?”
She grimaced at that and shook her head, “Maybe not?”
“I don’t see how this cannot be a loss?”
She looked at me, “Look, I can’t lie to you and say things will go according to the plan we might have told you… but I will promise you that I will care for you as my own daughter in every way I can… And if that means maybe letting you be a bit more grown-up than some Littles, I can live with that.”
“So…?”
“So how about this, we use this six weeks and figure out where our boundaries can be? Maybe you could be willing to try a few things out… and I’ll do my best not to smother you completely?”
“Like what things?” I asked.
“Well, for one, I’ll let you use your potty as long as you can make it reliably? Let’s say no more than three wet accidents or one poopy per week?”
I looked at her incredulously, “I don’t have accidents?”
“I know you didn’t have them back in your world…” she paused, “Even though we have a hard time believing that! But, I could see by your mattress being clean that you are being honest. That being said, most Littles who come through the portal don’t maintain as good of control here?”
“And if I do have those accidents?”
“Then there’s no use pretending that training panties will do any good? As it is, I think any accident will leak badly through that pull-up because it fits you so loosely.”
“So, I’ll…?”
“So, at that point, it’ll be back to diapers,” she told me. “Tell you what, to make it fair, I’m not going to count sleeping accidents against you either.”
“You expect me to wet the bed?” I asked a little incredulously.
“Maybe not, but if you do, I can hardly fault you on something that would be completely normal at your size? No one should ever be punished for bedwetting.”
“Okay, I guess… deal.” I looked up at her, “What else is expected of me?”
She sighed, “Well, we already talked about my name in public… and I’m sure you’ve figured out that the car seats and high chairs will be normal. I’ll also alternate between using a stroller and maybe a harness or sling to carry you sometimes when we’re out.”
“Probably safer that way,” I admitted, “Every one of you is that crazy about needing a ‘baby?’” I asked.
She nodded, “pretty much, it goes away a bit in intensity after menopause.”
“So… how safe am I from someone picking me up and running off with me?”
“Depending on where you’re at, that could vary. However, I did have a microchip implanted in you to help identify you as my daughter.”
“Like a dog?” I hissed a little angrily.
She nodded, “Sorry, but it’s the only way to ensure you stay safe if someone takes you to an orphanage or tries to illegally adopt you out. It’s also the law that any portal Littles have one inserted upon adoption.”
“Where’s it at?”
“The fatty area in your right butt cheek,” she told me. “I made sure they put it in while you were still out earlier. Many people wait until you’re conscious so you can be aware of the pain, but I didn’t want to do that to you.”
“Thanks… I think,” I said while rubbing my butt. Not that I could feel it through the diaper cover and the Pull-Up. “What about… what can I do during the day?”
“Well, for the next few weeks, let’s figure that out. I was honest, though, that I would be taking you with me to the hospital… Just that I’m planning on leaving you in the daycare while I’m working...?”
“Daycare…”
“It won’t be that bad. You won’t be the only little there… and I’ll make sure that I send some activities for you to do that will keep you busy.”
“I doubt that… but I guess let’s see what your time off brings.” I yawned then.
“Tired?”
“Sort of but not… My adrenaline and flight or fight responses are definitely active right now,” I told Iy, “I’m sure I’ll crash eventually, and hard, but I’m pretty alert now.”
“I guess if I was confronted by giants and told everything you have, I probably would be the same…” she told me. “How about we get you into a set of pajamas and ready for bed… but sit here on the couch and watch some TV?”
I nodded, “I guess that could work.”
She picked me up and hugged me, “I’m sorry I lied to you, but I hope we can make this work, Holly.”
I sighed and squeezed my arms back as much as possible, “I hope so too.”
She carried me back to my room and watched as I dug through my belongings and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. The rest of the stuff I had brought to shave, and the deodorant didn’t seem appropriate then. I was sure she wouldn’t want me to smell like a man like the shower gel I had brought and just decided that was enough. “Got your toothbrush?” She asked.
“Yes, could you help me reach the sink?” I asked with my face red as she followed me to the bathroom.
A second later, she was holding me to make sure I didn’t fall over as I brushed my teeth over the sink. My toothbrush didn’t feel the same in my more petite mouth, and I think she must have figured that out. “That toothbrush too big for you?”
I sighed, “I probably need a smaller one,” I admitted as I spit out the toothpaste.
“We’ll find you one tomorrow,” she told me. “It’s actually odd that you all still use that antiquated method of cleaning your teeth…?”
“What?”
“I’ll show you tomorrow.” She gently held a small cup to her that was like a solo party cup for me to take water and rinse my mouth out. “Why don’t you use the potty really quick, and then we’ll get you in your jammies.”
I sat down and used the potty to go pee before standing up and washing my hands with her help. She cleaned out the potty really quickly and then, after cleaning her hands, led me down to my bedroom. “Let me go get some of your new pajamas,” she said before leaving the room.
As I was left alone, I couldn’t help but notice she’d put some work into making the room look like home with my diplomas, awards, and even pictures of my deceased parents hanging by my bed. I looked at mom and felt a tear go down my cheek, “I’m sorry you’re probably disappointed in me, Mom… I just had to try something.”
A knock on the door reminded me of Ivy’s presence. I looked up at her and saw she had the diaper bag with her. “What’s that for?” I asked her as she knelt down next to me and laid out the changing pad.
“I told you I wouldn’t count nighttime accidents, right?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Well, if I’m not counting them, I’d at least like to know if you do have them… well, you won’t get your bed wet?”
I sighed, “So that’s what the Pull-Up is already for?”
“I really don’t think it’ll work that well with it sagging like it is already? Would you consider wearing a regular diaper at night… at least for a week? I won’t make you wear them at night after that if you can stay dry?”
“Not like I’d have much of a choice if I wanted to say no,” I huffed but went ahead and walked over to her. She undid the bow and zipper on the dress before lifting it over my head.
As she sat it to the side, I asked, “Umm… why do most Littles seem to have breasts…?”
“And you’re as flat as a normal toddler?” She asked while pushing me to lay on my back on the pad, and she knelt on the ground. “Because I have seen many people pick on Littles to get a rise out of them… but if they think you might be an actual baby, they’ll treat you better… So, I had them make your body look like an actual baby in appearance.” She paused, “Well, mostly - you’re a bit skinnier than you should be, but I imagine that’s either genetic or will change after a few weeks of diet changes.”
I looked up at her as she lifted my legs and pulled the Pull-Up and diaper cover off in one go leaving me completely naked and vulnerable as she sat them to the side. Next, she reached into the bag and pulled out a baby diaper, and flipped it outward to open it up before lifting my legs and setting it under me. I thought she would go ahead and close it, but she reached instead for some baby powder that she sprinkled on my groin and rubbed into me.
The feeling of someone touching me down there made me squirm and cringe. I was ticklish, and as Ivy rubbed the powder into my skin, I couldn’t help but giggle and twitch. She smirked after lifting my legs up to powder my butt and taped the diaper. A baby wipe in her hands, she immediately asked, “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”
My eyes were as big as saucers as I tried to lie, “Na...Na… No…”
She took that moment to let her fingers dance around my stomach for several moments, and I couldn’t help myself but laugh uncontrollably until she stopped. “Please…”
She laughed, “It’s nice to see you smile and laugh, even if I had to tickle it out of you,” she told me. Then, she pulled a nightshirt over my head that said ‘Princess Adorable’ and was covered in castles and princess caricatures. I looked at it and felt really weird wearing it and a diaper.
“Well, would you like something to drink while we watch TV?” She asked.
I shrugged, “Some water?”
“Water coming right up,” she said, and I followed her out of the room and to the kitchen, where she filled up the sippy cup I’d used earlier and then led me to the couch. She picked me up and sat me in her lap as she fiddled through channels before settling on some medical drama that reminded me of Gray’s Anatomy. Littles were being treated at times, but absolutely none that were doctors, I noted sourly. During two commercial breaks, I watched three diaper commercials in a row specifically about diapers for Littles. Something felt a little off for me as I watched, but I couldn’t place it. I managed to stay awake for most of the episode but must have fallen asleep before the end as I couldn’t recall the details later.
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Chapter 14: Games
THE NEXT MORNING Ivy watched as her little Holly slept, not quite ready to get her up for the new day. Her cute little snores made her heart melt as she slept with her mouth open. Ivy really wanted to fill that mouth with a pacifier but would hold off for a while on that step... She would bring her little girl from adulthood to babyhood one step at a time to avoid the shock of everything overwhelming her.
Quietly she closed the door and walked across the hallway through the living room and to the master bedroom side of the house. She’d loved the open floor plan of the five-bedroom ranch-style house when she bought it. The best part to her right now was that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the guest bedrooms, and adjacent to it was Holly’s real room - her nursery. Quietly she unlocked the door and closed it behind her before getting set up for draining her full breasts.
She sat down in the rocking chair and made sure everything was clean before pressing a button on the pump to begin. She watched as a milk bag filled slowly before replacing it with another empty bag and switching sides.
For now, she was just stockpiling and freezing most of her milk since Holly would need a supply at daycare or if she was being babysat. ‘Although I know I nursed more than a few of the Littles I babysat…’ she admitted. The ‘Bigs’ lactation reflex was something that had been studied for a long while by doctors. She personally hypothesized that it had to be inversely proportional to the possibility of having their own kids. Her mother and others who had children naturally never seemed to struggle as badly with leaking breasts outside of childbirth!
For Ivy, ever since she started puberty at age twelve, even looking at a cute Little sitting at a desk across the way meant leaking breasts. She blushed as she remembered a science class one time. One of her Little classmates had just been forced to wear diapers again due to some made-up accident by a bitch of a girl Ivy hated. Not allowed to use a bathroom anymore, the Little had wet his diaper for the first time in class and begun crying. The crying caused her milk to instantly let down for the first time and completely soaked her t-shirt bra, showing through to her shirt… She sighed as the pump pulled milk out and dreamed of the day sometime soon it would be Holly sucking from her instead of the pump she’d had to use frequently ever since that day.
She looked around at the beautiful nursery she had prepared for her little girl. She noticed she could probably bring the crib level up a bit since Holly was so much shorter than she had expected. The closet and the diaper stacker were empty at the moment since her mom hadn’t had a chance to bring the replacement clothes and diapers yet. ‘That reminds me, I’d better buy some more diapers for nighttime while we’re out; I only have a few left.’
The pump finished with her second mammary, and she began cleaning up before taking the two new bags to the pantry room and adding them to her stockpile in the small deep freezer. She could see nearly thirty of the bags already inside and decided that these two would just go into the fridge instead. ‘Maybe at lunch tomorrow?’ she thought to herself, ‘It’ll be good for a few days there.’
She returned to the nursery and made sure everything was back as it should be. She ran her hand over the pretty pink and green blanket neatly folded over the crib rail. ‘Soon,’ she thought to herself. ‘I have Holly, and now it won’t be long before I have her in here!’
I WOKE UP and stretched out on my bed. I loved the mattress set I had splurged on last year. ‘So much better than that hotel bed!’ I was grateful that the journey to the storage locker and then the new dimension didn’t seem to hurt it any! I rolled over and looked around for something to show me the time. Finding nothing obvious, I walked to where my backpack was and dug out my phone. It uselessly displayed that there was no signal, and I groaned with the 3pm time it showed since I forgot the days in this dimension were longer, and that clock would just get more wrong every day.
‘What’s that make it, nine in the morning?’ I wondered as I rolled over and took the larger jump down. The bed had shrunk some on the journey, but definitely not as much as I had. I looked back at how it stood higher than my waist and shook my head. ‘Whatever the native options are in my size, I’m sure an adult-style bed isn’t one of them.’ I walked to the door and noticed that it had been shut last night. I strained to reach the door handle and couldn’t grab it without jumping. I was just about to do so when the door handle turned, and the door opened inward, almost hitting me.
Luckily, I just stepped back quickly enough, “Good morning Holly. I wasn’t expecting you to be standing there!”
“Morning,” I muttered back and tried to smile. Unfortunately, I had never been a morning person, so I struggled to maintain it.
“How did you sleep?” she asked as she bent down to talk to me at my level.
“Good, I’m so glad I finally have my own bed back!” I told her with a smile, “Those hotel mattresses have been terrible!”
“I can imagine…” she said, “I can barely take a couple days in a hotel, let alone the time you’ve been in them!”
She unexpectedly pulled up on the front of my nightgown and exposed the diaper I was wearing. “What are you doing?” I asked with a yelp.
“Just checking to see how you did through the night Holly,” she said as she let the nightgown go back down. “All dry!”
“Of course, I’m dry,” I grumbled, “I haven’t given you any signs of not being potty trained, have I?”
“Other than your size? No,” she smiled at me, “but I’m guessing you need to use the potty from how long you slept!” She led me to the bathroom next door to the room.
I went to pull down my underwear but was reminded by the impossible tapes on the diaper the second I tried one. “Can you please take this off?” I sighed.
“Of course!” she said with a smile and quickly undid the tape on each side so I could sit down on the training potty. As I watched her ball the dry diaper up and place it in the bathroom trash can, I began releasing urine.
I really did need to urgently go. It was an odd feeling of my new parts letting out urine that lasted for quite a while. “Really needed to go, huh?” Ivy asked as she invaded my space and wiped my parts for me.
I blushed but nodded, “Yeah, I guess so.” I stood up and watched as she completed the ritual of cleaning it out.
“Why don’t we get you dressed, and then you can have some of the pancakes I just made!” she smiled at me.
“Never let it be said I turned down food,” I genuinely smiled back. We walked back to my adjacent room. I put on the offered Pull-Up and then looked at the clothes options Ivy showed me. Anything that wasn’t a dress looked like it had snaps everywhere that would have to be undone when I needed to go to the restroom. As much as I was unhappy about my new status as a girl, I sighed and pointed to a blue short-sleeved dress with white stripes. There was a small butterfly on the chest, but otherwise was one of the least juvenile options she showed me. I could just pull it on like a t-shirt since it didn’t have a zipper.
“You want the matching bloomers?” Ivy asked me.
I nodded, “Please,” I told her and soon had them on in an attempt to hide the faux underwear I was wearing.
“Ready for breakfast then?” she asked.
“What about my hair?” I asked and, for the first time, realized it had been pulled back into a braid. “I guess now that I have long hair, something will have to be done with it?”
“I’ll help you with it after breakfast,” she told me with a smile. “You slept right through me putting it in that braid last night.”
I ignored the implication that I could sleep through things happening to me and instead looked at the high chair she sat me down in. There were shoulder straps that she guided my arms into, “Do I really need these?” I asked her as I felt like I was trapped.
She sighed, “Look, there are some rules we sort of went over last night, but one thing you need to be aware of is that the adoption agency will send out people to inspect your care. They told me that one thing that sets off flags is if Littles are allowed to just sit in furniture without properly using the safety features.”
“What would happen if they saw you weren’t?” I asked as she slid the white tray in place over my lap.
“Well, I’d probably get a warning, to begin with, then they might demand I treat you differently… or they might even remove you from my care.”
“And send me home?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
She shook her head, “Usually it means to another family that’s contracted their services… or I’ve heard it can be a placement at an etiquette school.”
I gulped while thinking about that conversation about them we had the night before as she brought a bib over. She velcroed it around my neck without asking permission. “You know I’m not really a baby?” I told her as she was cutting up a colossal pancake in front of me a moment later. “I could cut up my own food…?”
“For the same reason I just mentioned that wouldn’t be a good idea,” she told me, “but also… well, hold this knife for a second,” she said to me as she put the large butter knife in my hands. As I held it, I couldn’t help but note that it was like having a large chef knife compared to my small frame size. It even felt pretty heavy to me. “Not exactly an easy thing for you to use now?” She suggested kindly.
“Do they make little size silverware?” I asked as I handed the knife back.
She responded with a plastic spork, “Mostly sporks or spoons in sizes you can use,” she answered me as she placed the plate on my tray and handed me the spork. “You want syrup?”
“Duh?” I said with a smirk. “You can’t have pancakes without it, can you?”
She shook her head, “I suppose not. Plus, from what I understand, you Littles have a bigger thing about sweets than we do…?”
I watched and encouraged her to pour enough syrup on the plate and began to stab the pieces with the spork as best I could. It was a terrible utensil to eat a pancake with… Sadly it was a good thing the bib was on because I definitely slammed two pieces into my chest as they fell from it. I did my best to eat neatly but inevitably had syrup around my mouth and on my hands as Ivy asked, “Done?”
“Yes, that was really good!”
I was annoyed as she had a baby wipe in her hand and pretty forcefully cleaned my face and hands a moment later. “I could just wash in the bathroom,” I told her.
“This is easier, though,” she told me with a smile. “Make sure you drink at least some of that juice there,” she told me, motioning to the sippy cup I barely touched.
I sighed but sipped from the babyish sippy cup while she moved about the kitchen cleaning the dishes. I couldn’t identify the fruit in the juice, but it was sweet and tasted sort of like apple juice. When she was done putting the plates and everything in a dishwasher, she came back and removed my bib. “Let’s get your hair done?” she suggested as she pulled the tray off the chair.
“Okay...”
“You know this chair is probably as easy of a place for me to do your hair as any; I’m going to go grab a brush and some other things. I’ll be right back.” I watched her turn and leave and then looked down where the harness gathered the five points into a buckle. I didn’t mess with it even though I was curious if I could unbuckle it myself. As I looked down at my bare feet, I noticed that the skin on my feet and legs definitely looked smoother than before I came. The skin itself looked like a young baby’s so much that I curiously pulled my foot up to look at it more. I couldn’t help but be amazed by the flexibility I had now. I could bring it up to my head and noticed there were no calluses or any of the tiny scars I had gotten one summer from cutting my feet open on some shells on a beach vacation.
I was still looking at my foot as Ivy came in with a small box of things and a large hairbrush. “Your foot interesting?” She asked curiously.
“Noticing that all my scars are gone,” I said, pointing to clear skin, “when I was seven, I cut my foot badly here with a shell at the beach and had two curved scars here before I came.”
She nodded at me as she set the box down beside me and turned the chair to run parallel to the table, “One of the treatments I asked for was a skin renewal… I hope you don’t mind?” She asked tentatively.
I sighed, “The scar wasn’t something that defined me, so it’s fine.”
She stepped behind me and fiddled with whatever tied the back of the braid to get it loose. She was gentle as she slowly took a wide comb and a brush through my hair. It actually felt nice as she did so, and I closed my eyes for a moment, nearly purring. She stopped for a moment, and I noticed that my hair was now brushing my shoulders, “If you asked for my face to look like a baby’s… why is my hair so long?”
She came around and blushed, “Well… I always dreamed of having a little girl whose hair I could play with?”
“You know they make baby dolls if that’s all you needed?” I groaned.
“I know… but do you really want to have hair barely covering your head still?”
I shook my head, “No… but aren’t I going to stand out as a Little despite everything else you had done?”
“No, I can just say that you have faster than normal hair growth. It happens occasionally!” Ivy smiled at me. “Now, Pony or piggy’s today?”
I stared at her blankly for a moment too long as I tried to interpret her odd question before saying, “I guess I get to pick piggy’s then!” The look on her face was one of indescribable joy… like a little girl whose biggest dream of a doll had come true at Christmas time. My hair was soon being gathered and tied back behind my head. Something else felt odd that she attached, and I guessed I had matching ribbons tied into my hair. She finally stepped back around and asked, “Ready to see?”
I shrugged, “Okay,” I told her as she unbuckled the harness and lifted me into the air. A walk to the bathroom was made, and I stared at the image in disbelief.
‘Not only do I look like a girl, but I probably look like I belong on the cover of some magazine about pretty toddlers!’ I thought to myself. My hair wasn’t fancy, with the two loose pigtails at the top of my head popping up and hanging down. The large bows that she had tied around the bases of the pigtails were blue and white, with stripes that matched the dress I wore. I couldn’t help but note that the bows seemed perfectly tied and made me look like the girliest little toddler on the planet.
“Don’t you look adorable?” she asked me.
I nodded, “I’m not sure that I like it, but adorable definitely fits the image in front of me.”
She frowned slightly but said, “While we’re in here, why don’t you go potty really quick?”
I nodded as she sat me down, and I pulled my underwear down and did my business. Then, cleaned up with her unwanted help, I stood up when she was done wiping me. “I guess I never showed you the house before?”
I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t on the list yesterday.”
“Can I pick you up and give you the tour?” She asked.
I sighed but held up my arms to her. It was quickly becoming apparent that she just wanted a Little to be her living baby doll - the same as every other crazy person here. I wasn’t sure what was restraining her from just treating me like those other Littles yesterday, but I wasn’t going to rock the boat and make my situation instantly suck more! She held me underneath my padded butt on her hip a second later and walked down to the door next to my room. “This is my office,” she said with a smile revealing a room with a huge desk, a computer screen as large as I was, and shelves of books.
Most of them looked like medical books, and I really wanted to read all of them. “You have an impressive collection,” I said in awe.
“Well, one of my foibles has always been that I like a real book in my hand… and I read way too much. So I have just been collecting nonstop since before college,” Ivy said with a blush.
“Can I read them?”
She laughed, “I don’t see why that would be a problem, but please be careful with them.” I looked at the titles as she stood near them for a second before she walked back out to the hallway. She walked to the next door and showed me inside, “Just a guest bedroom in here in case I have guests… it never happens really since my parents live so close, but occasionally I’ll have a college friend visit or something.”
I looked in at a nicely decorated but otherwise pretty spartan bedroom with a bed as gigantic as her own, taking up the middle of the room. She closed the door and pointed, “You already know that’s the garage there.”
I nodded quietly, “You have a big house for one person.”
Then, she squeezed me, “I HAD a big house for one person; now I have a big house for two people!”
I did smile at that as I looked up at her. She walked back to the living room and dining area. I noticed for the first time the massive piano that was probably a baby grand to her. “I like your piano,” I told her. “I enjoyed your playing on the first video you sent me.”
She smiled at me, “Well, I’ll have to play some more for you sometime! I don’t see any way you would be able to play on it with your size, or I would teach you,” she told me sympathetically.
I shrugged, “It’s okay,” and watched as she turned towards her bedroom. There was a door to the left of her room, “What’s that one?” I asked.
“Just a storage closet,” she said a little oddly. Seeing as how she didn’t open it for me, I didn’t necessarily believe her, but I kept it to myself as she finished showing me her vast bathroom.
“What’s the outside like?” I asked curiously.
“Let’s go see,” she said and carried me through the front door. Her yard was lovely, with neat flower beds lining the house’s walkways and a couple large trees towards the front of the expansive yard. I found myself losing track of the height as I stared upwards at the immense trees.
“Is this big by your standards?” I asked her.
“It’s comfortable. Most people would be quite happy to live in a house this size,” she said, “including me. You want to see the backyard, or do you want to get our shopping trip out of the way first?”
I didn’t really care about her backyard, so I said, “get shopping out of the way, I guess?”
“Let’s go use your potty really quickly, and then we’ll go.”
“You’re going to use it too?” I joked to her.
She looked a bit stunned at the joke, “well… umm... I am cleaning it after you use it?”
I sighed and let her carry me to the bathroom. She sat me down, and I went just a little bit before saying, “That’s all I have.”
“That’s fine,” she said as she wiped me and stood me up. “Go meet me by the garage door; I’ll be there in a sec,” she told me.
I looked up at her as she walked away and just decided to follow her direction to wait for her.
‘I don’t know what game she’s playing,’ I couldn’t help but think to myself. ‘It’s almost worse that she’s trying to pretend to treat me nicely... I feel like I will be waiting forever for the other shoe to drop right now! She’s already changed my gender, and I would be considered a child’s height even back home right now. I already know there’s no way I’ll be practicing surgery here.’
I sighed, ‘I like her though… There’s something about her that I really do feel comfortable with, and it’s not like I had a job to be practicing surgery back home right now either…?’