Car Seat 6

Car Seat [Part 6]

By Daring Diane

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Melissa was comfortable in math class because she had been going to that class pretty much daily. As math was ending, Principal Adams was waiting to talk to her. “Melissa, Miss Woods has some obligations and I wanted to make sure you had your full class schedule.”

Brittany had not discussed classes or her exit with Melissa. Melissa was still distracted thinking about the agreement she had signed that morning. She reviewed the class schedule and nodded to Principal Adams. The principal told her Teresa had the same schedule.

After math, Melissa followed Teresa to communication arts which appeared to be the new style English class. The teacher noted her arrival and checked her name on the class roll.

After English class, Teresa led her to a technology class where the students were learning about web sites and how to design and build web pages. Melissa was overwhelmed with the new classes and trying to get comfortable. At lunch after technology, Melissa went through the cafeteria line and had no idea where to sit. She found an empty table and sat down staring at her lunch. Teresa and Jennifer saw Melissa and decided to join her to figure out why she was now attending more classes.

The girls could tell that Melissa was upset. But, they simply sat down and made themselves at home. They talked about a couple of things that happened at school the day before.

Noticing that Melissa seemed genuinely upset, Jennifer asked, “Melissa, are you okay?”

Melissa looked up. “I guess.”

Teresa pushed on, “Will you be coming to regular classes all the time?”

Melissa thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. I usually have to go somewhere during the day. But, today I will be here for all my classes. I am not sure what will happen tomorrow or in the future.”


Melissa exited the building for recess with the other girls. She sat to the side thinking to herself. She was trying to figure out how she got where she was now. After recess, she had a reading class. It seemed pretty pointless to Melissa.

After reading class, Melissa found out that she had a physical education class. Unluckily, she did not have a gym outfit. The instructor, seeing she had not come in the past, gave her a sheet detailing the uniform for gym and told her to bring everything tomorrow.

Melissa finished her history class and headed with the other girls to her school bus to go home.

Mary had Melissa in bed before 8 pm.

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On Friday, Melissa had no idea if she was supposed to bring clothes for work. Having missed several days, she felt sure work was in the plans for today. She gathered a blouse, suit, and heels. She could not find any hose. She had some makeup in her school book bag.

At school, Melissa got a note in homeroom to go to the principal’s office before math. Melissa arrived in the office prepared to leave for work. The first thing she noticed was that Brittany was not there.

Melissa asked the secretary, “Is Miss Woods here?”

The secretary smiled like she would for any small child. “No honey. The principal wants to see you. Have a seat on the bench.”

A few moments later, Susan Adams opened her door to see her favorite student. “Melissa, how are you this fine day?”

Melissa was put off by the friendly banter. “I’m fine today.”

“Come into my office young lady.” The principal held the door open for her.

Melissa entered the office and stood in her position near the desk.

“Melissa the main reason I called you into my office today is to verify you are in compliance with the dress code. We have an agreement now and I need to make sure you live up to your end. Please lift your skirt and show me your underwear.”

Melissa lifted her skirt and showed the toddler training pants.

Susan Adams could not control the smile that slipped to her face. “Now, please unbutton your blouse and show me there is no bra.”

Totally demoralized, Melissa complied and soon was redressing in her fourth grade school uniform.

“Melissa, your book bag looks awfully full. What do you have in there?”

Melissa stated, “I have my work clothes for after Miss Woods picks me up.”

Susan Adams unzipped the bag and pulled out the clothing. “Melissa, what am I going to do with you? It’s only been one day and you can’t follow the rules.”

Melissa had no idea what she was talking about. “What do you mean? I have my uniform on.”

Susan Adams moved behind her desk and looked at Melissa seriously. “Melissa, you agreed to wear your school uniform on school days. Today is a school day. So you will wear your school uniform and only your school uniform.”

Melissa responded, “I am wearing my school uniform. I just needed these clothes if I went to work.”

Susan Adams retorted, “Ah. We are now at the crux of the problem. You agreed to wear your school uniform. But, there is obviously a misunderstanding. You agreed to wear your school uniform during the day on school days. The word ‘During’ covers the hours school is in session. Therefore, you have no reason to need any clothing other than your school uniform between the time your bus drops you off at school and when the bus drops you off at home. This was a requirement of the school board. If you are a student, you need to dress like a student.”

Melissa was stunned, “You can’t expect me to sell houses in a grade school uniform.”

Susan Adams smiled right back at her, “I have no expectations about what you do or participate in outside of the school as long as you wear the school uniform during school hours. If you decide to sell houses during the school day, it will be in your fourth grade school uniform or you will be in breach of our agreement.”

Melissa was gob-smacked. “Why would I agree to that?”

Susan smiled devilishly, “I have no idea why you would agree to that. However, that is exactly what you agreed to. You may only wear the uniform during school hours. Fail and you breach the agreement. Breach the agreement and the financial penalties will be immense. It may well bankrupt you.”

Susan continued, “I will hold onto these clothes which you are not allowed to wear. You need to get to class. I don’t know if your guardian is coming to get you early today. I guess we’ll find out if she arrives. Now, off you go. Get a hall pass from the secretary. You do remember how you begged to be in class so that you could learn, don’t you?”

Melissa felt like she should be in class and she remembered begging to be allowed to return to class. “I remember saying I wanted to go to class.”

Susan Adams pressed, “Where should little girls be during the school day and what should they be wearing?”

Melissa said, “Little girls should be at school learning and wearing their school uniform.”

“Are you a big girl?”

Melissa didn’t even pause, “I’m a little girl. I want to go to class like a good little girl. Please let me go to class.” Melissa just wanted out of the office. She would say almost anything to get out of the office.

Melissa entered math class a little late. Her mind was in turmoil. She had signed an agreement to assure that she could ride the bus to school. The purpose of that was so she could still work and keep her job. Now, she was assured of a way to get to school. But she had to dress like a little kid all day long. What would happen to her job? The teacher noted her distraction and asked her a question.

Melissa had to be prompted twice. The teacher demanded that she pay more attention in class. Melissa tried to put her problems aside. At recess, her concerns resurfaced. As the day came to a close, Melissa was still unsure of what the future held. Melissa had just spent two entire days in fourth grade classes and she had not been to work in days. She was honestly getting worried. What would her boss say when she tried to explain the situation?

Friday afternoon, Melissa concluded she needed to get in some office time over the weekend. She called Brittany and told her she needed to go to the office on Saturday and told her to be at the house at 9 to take her into the office. Melissa hung up the phone before Brittany had a chance to respond.

Melissa explained to Mary that she needed to go to the office on Saturday.

Mary still pushed Melissa towards the crib at 8 PM as she had agreed to do with Brittany. Melissa in her childish pajamas read one of the juvenile books from when Mary was a toddler while drinking from her sippy cup. At 8:30 Mary turned out the light and soon thereafter, Melissa was asleep.

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Melissa woke up in the morning and needed to use the restroom. However, she was not supposed to get out of the bed. She listened for sounds. Like a caged animal, Melissa started walking back and forth near the edge of the crib holding onto the railing. She was dressed in a toddler pajama set and cuddling Rainbow Dash in her arm.

Brittany stared at her telephone screen and watched Melissa toddling back and forth. Here was an adult woman in a crib wearing toddler clothing and she was so cowed by recent events, she would not get out of her crib by herself. Brittany smiled.

On Friday while Melissa and Mary were at school, Brittany and a friend had entered Melissa’s home. The car key ring Melissa had given Brittany included a house key. Brittany and her friend spent hours installing several hidden spy cameras that gave total coverage to the entire home. Brittany could sit in front of her computer or use a phone app to watch and listen to all the goings on at Melissa’s home in real-time. In addition, the system stored several days of video which would allow Brittany to go back and check on things that happened when she was not watching live.

Brittany also took that time to collect more of Melissa’s adult clothing. Previously, she and Mary had collected all of Melissa’s bras and lingerie. There were no adult panties in the home and nothing in the silks and satins Melissa used to encase herself in. The only underwear Melissa had at home were training pants and childish cartoon character panties and camisoles.

Brittany packed up any adult dresses, skirts, dressy pants, adult leggings, blouses and adult tunic tops. She left a couple of the juvenile suits relabeled for adults. These remaining suits were in single colors of blue and black with little in the way of detailing. They looked like what they were, children’s suits designed to mimic adult clothing. Brittany figured Melissa had her school blouses if needed to go with the suits. There were no heels and no boots. Two pair of basic flats in blue and black. No hose of any kind were in the house. Brittany removed any adult coats and only left juvenile coats and raincoats and accessories.

In Melissa’s room, the old nursery, Brittany had put the package of diapers in a prominent location on the top of the dresser. Inside the dresser were thick cloth diapers and plastic pants with all kinds of juvenile prints in pinks and yellows. There were onesies and other toddler clothing Brittany hoped would put the fear of god into Melissa.

Brittany could see Mary still sleeping in her bed as Melissa’s pacing became more frantic due to her need for the restroom. Brittany waited until Melissa was doing the pee-pee dance and calling out for Mary before knocking and entering the home. She was thrilled that it never occurred to Melissa to actually climb out of the bed.

The frantic desperation was almost overwhelming as Melissa heard a sound from the kitchen. She called out and heard footsteps. Allowing herself to believe relief was possible, she almost peed herself right there. When Brittany rounded the corner, Melissa had one hand on her crotch with her legs squeezed together hopping up and down while holding onto the rail with her other hand. Rainbow had fallen by the wayside.

Looking like she did not understand, Brittany began, “Good morning sunshine, did you stay dry?”

Biting her lip to keep herself in check, Melissa mumbled, “Barely. Can you help me out of bed so I can go potty?”

Brittany asked, “Whose bed are you in?”

Melissa squeaked out, “My bed?”

Looking at the bed strangely, Brittany asked, “That doesn’t look like a regular bed. What kind of bed is your bed?”

“It’s a crib. My bed is a crib.” Melissa admitted.

Brittany looked at her seriously, “So maybe you should ask that question again.”

Melissa thought about the questions as she feared any relaxation or loss of concentration would result in a drenched bed, “Can you please help me out of my crib so I can go potty? Please?” Melissa was almost in tears.

Brittany walked over and lowered the side before lifting Melissa to the floor. Like a lightning bolt she shot to the bathroom while holding her hand in her crotch. Brittany could hear the tears of relief as Melissa relieved herself. When Melissa returned, Brittany insisted on checking to see if her underwear was dry.

“Honey, it looks like you leaked a little. You’re not going to need to wear diapers to bed are you?”

Melissa was already crying, “Please no. I don’t want to wear diapers. I will stay dry. I promise.”

Brittany looked at her like a scolding mother, “If you are going to have an accident, we have plenty of absorbent diapers around here to help you to not make a mess. Don’t make me regret letting you wear your training panties.”

Melissa begged, “Please let me wear my training panties. I don’t want to wear diapers. I’ll be careful.”

Brittany was thrilled to have Melissa now begging to wear training panties. “Okay, since your promise to be careful and you begged me so nicely, I’ll let you keep wearing your training panties. Now let’s get you dressed for the day. Here are some clean training panties, nice and dry.”

Melissa snatched the thick training panties and feathered them up her hairless legs and over her hairless juvenile crotch. Brittany handed her a cartoon festooned camisole and a pair of thin cotton shorts which did little to hide what was underneath. The t-shirt looked cute and from Melissa’s point of view it looked fine. From any distance, the juvenile cartoon characters on her little undershirt were completely visible. Brittany handed her simple little socks and her childish tennis shoes. Brittany ran a brush through Melissa’s hair and put a couple of pink plastic barrettes in her childish haircut to ensure no one thought of her as anything but a child.

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” Brittany announced leading her charge out of the nursery.

Mary joined them in the kitchen as Brittany scrambled some eggs and made toast. Watching the young charge in juvenile clothing eating eggs and toast reinforced Mary’s recent attitude towards her new younger sister.

While the girls ate breakfast, Brittany wandered back to the nursery for a few minutes.

“What do you two have planned for today?”

Brittany’s sneaky smile did not go unnoticed. “The little one and I have to run an errand or two. If you have a grocery list, we can pick things up on our way back.”

Mary prepared a quick list of the things they needed. “I am going over to a friend’s house to work on homework this afternoon. I’ll be back by dinner time.”

Melissa and Mary took their dishes to the sink and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher. Melissa was suddenly aware of how she was dressed and remembered that she told Brittany she needed to go to the office. “Ms. Woods, I need to change clothes before we run our errands.”

Brittany shook her head, “Honey, you look fine in your play clothes. We just got you dressed. Now, let’s get going. We have places to be and things to do.”

Brittany reached down and grasped Melissa’s hand before moving towards the door. After retrieving her purse, Brittany also picked up a pink cloth carrier bag before walking out to the car. As Brittany put her purse and the bag in the front seat Melissa realized that the second bag was a diaper bag. A surge of fear ran up Melissa’s spine as she looked up into Brittany’s smiling face. Brittany picked her up before she could run and plopped her into her car seat.

With legs splayed wide and the harness tight, Melissa’s mind fought for words. She looked towards the front seat and back at Brittany. As she opened her mouth to talk, Brittany popped her pacifier into her mouth. It did not go unnoticed by Melissa that sucking on the pacifier seemed to help her clam down. She reminded herself that was probably why mother put pacifiers in baby’s mouths. It must be instinctual.

Melissa sucked so hard she could not believe the pacifier stayed in one piece. The slurping as she began intensely nursing on the pacifier filled her ears. What was Brittany planning?

As they drove along, Melissa could see Brittany’s mischievous smile. The fear it stirred inside continued to raise her level of tension. She reached up to remove the pacifier and Brittany wiggled her finger in a no motion. She dropped her fingers away from the pacifier and rode along worrying.

Brittany parked the car in front of a strip mall near a store called Special Needs. Melissa had no idea what this store sold. Brittany detached the pacifier from the seat clip leaving it in Melissa’s mouth. Melissa continued to suck hungrily as Brittany unharnessed and removed Melissa from her car seat. Holding her hand, Brittany dragged her into the store while carrying her two bags.

The store was weird. Melissa noticed items which would clearly be for people with medical issues. There were sections for beds and clothing and special tools to help the elderly. Brittany marched to the rear of the store. Melissa stared around in wonder, still sucking on her pacifier.

The rear area was dedicated to items for families with children or dependents who require special care due to physical or mental disabilities. Brittany released Melissa’s hand and approached a clerk. While they chatted Melissa scanned the items in this area of the store imagining how they might be needed in her situation. Melissa heard the clerk say she would be right back with something and Brittany explained that she was going to the restroom and would be back soon.

Brittany pulled Melissa into a family restroom at the rear of the store. Hearing the lock click shut, Melissa’s fears exploded on seeing Brittany’s face as she turned to face her. Brittany asked, “What grade are you in?”

Melissa wrinkled her eyes at the question but didn’t even consider her answer as she quickly uttered, “fourth grade.”

Brittany stared at her, “Are you a big girl?”

Shaking her head, Melissa stated emphatically, “I’m a little girl in fourth grade.”

“Who am I?” Brittany now demanded.

“Ms. Woods, you’re my guardian.” Melissa quickly explained.

Melissa had backed up to the wall.

“Do you think it is appropriate for a fourth grade little girl to call her guardian and demand that she show up and take her somewhere?” Melissa felt Brittany’s gaze eating into her.

“No. No. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I just missed so much work.” Melissa felt on the verge of a breakdown.

“Work? Where do you go each morning during the week?”

“I go to school. Little girls should be at school learning and wearing their school uniform.” She almost had a toddler’s grin of satisfaction at getting a hard question right.

“You crossed the line yesterday and forgot who you were. Since you did not act like a good little girl who respects her guardian, unfortunately, it is time for another lesson. You need to remember who is in charge. You are in this situation because of your own decisions. It is my job to take care of you and it is my job to make sure you remember that you are a little girl. If you challenge me or question things, it will be much worse.”

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Melissa felt tears coming down her face as she nodded her understanding. She did not know what was happening when Brittany picked her up and deposited her on the table that dropped from the wall of the bathroom. Brittany fastened the clip across Melissa’s chest and picked up the dreaded diaper bag. Melissa was weeping now.

“I didn’t wet the bed. Please don’t make me wear diapers.”

If you do as you are told and stay dry, this will just be embarrassing. Push me and I’ll have you sleeping in wet and messy diapers.

Brittany stripped Melissa’s shorts and training pants.

“Can’t I just wear my training pants? I want to wear my training pants. Please.” There was a thrill from hearing Melissa begging to wear training pants.

Brittany took three thick cotton diapers and slid them under Melissa’s bottom. Brittany sprinkled baby powder all over Melissa’s baby smooth hairless crotch before tightly sealing her into the thick diapers. Cartoon adorned pink plastic pants were threaded up her legs. The thin stretchy shorts were pulled up over the diapers. They hid nothing. Brittany replaced Melissa’s pacifier in her mouth before leaving the restroom.

It was only as she waddled out of the restroom that Melissa realized, Brittany had not allowed her to use the toilet before trapping her in the diapers.

Momentarily Brittany led Melissa around a corner to a display of strollers and buggies. As they stood there, it dawned on Melissa that the strollers seemed larger than normal. Brittany said something as the clerk pointed to one of the large strollers. It looked just like a baby stroller, just bigger. Melissa turned to ask Brittany a question when Brittany’s hands slid under her arms and picked her up like when she was put in her car seat. Just as quickly, Melissa found herself seated in the larger than normal stroller and Brittany was harnessing her in just like in her car seat. She immediately noticed similarities to her car seat. There were the familiar harness, the leg separator which splayed her legs and the cup holder. The stroller was clearly made by the same company and designed to match her car seat. There was a bonnet which would shade the occupant and the seat could recline far enough that the stroller was almost like a buggy. The clerk pointed out the large basket underneath the seat for a diaper bag or bottles and other needed supplies. Brittany asked if she could push Melissa around in the store to determine if the ride was comfortable.

After being pushed up and down several aisles, Brittany was back in the same area of the store talking to the clerk. Seated and laying back with her legs splayed around the separator, Melissa’s diapers were on full display to anyone who saw her.

Brittany dropped several items in the basket behind the chair of the stroller and wheeled Melissa to the front checkout. Melissa stared in horror as Brittany placed several extra-large baby bottles on the counter along with a juvenile silverware set. The bottles had to be almost a quart or larger and had a larger extended nipple unlike a typical baby bottle and more like a pacifier nipple. Next, Brittany added a thick fleecy blanket with Rainbow Dash and all his friends emblazoned in large images.

Brittany paid for their purchases including the stroller and wheeled the still harnessed Melissa from the store carrying the bag with her other items.

At the car, Brittany placed their purchased items in the car before removing Melissa from the stroller and re-harnessing her into her car seat. Melissa stared while sucking on the pacifier as Brittany easily folded up the stroller and placed it in the back of the car.

Soon they were traveling again.

Brittany parked the car in the lot of a popular city park. After exiting the car, she setup the stroller and opened Melissa’s door. After loosening the harness, she extracted the well-diapered girl and loaded her into the stroller where she was re-harnessed. Brittany had a new body camera around her neck which was capturing their day. Melissa’s diaper bag was put in the lower basket and a second bag was removed from the trunk. Brittany retrieved the blanket she had recently purchased along with one of the giant baby bottles.

With the car locked, Brittany pushed the stroller into the park. Melissa could see that the crotch of the shorts exposed her diapers for all to see. The mass of cotton made it look like she was encased in a pillow. She imagined that she looked like a large toddler or some child with brain development issues that needed extra special care. For some reason, she hoped she looked like a toddler.

Brittany selected a location in view of everyone in the park. The area off to one side of a field held a slight breeze and just the right amount of shade. Brittany opened a blanket on the ground and spread things out. She selected the large baby bottle and extracted a juice container which she used to fill up the bottle. After opening a jar of baby food peaches, Brittany sidled over to the stroller and dipped the juvenile spoon into the jar before presenting the food to Melissa. She pulled the pacifier out of Melissa’s mouth and started feeding the food to her.

When she almost missed Melissa’s mouth, she paused and laid a baby bib on Melissa’s chest to protect her t-shirt. Melissa did not want to be fed any food, much less baby food. But peaches were better than other alternatives. After Brittany scraped the final residue from the peaches jar, she handed the bottle of juice to Melissa, “I expect you to drink a minimum of a fourth of that. With the nipple in her mouth, Melissa found the larger nipple reminded her of the pacifier and she gave a tentative suck before being rewarded with prune juice. She was not a fan of prune juice, but she was thirsty.

Melissa drank the prescribed fourth of her bottle and placed it next to her side in the stroller. Brittany replaced the pacifier in her mouth.

Brittany was doing something with her cell phone. As they observed the people in the neighborhood, Brittany talked about what a nice day it was.

“Remember what I told you young lady. This afternoon is expected to be embarrassing to teach you a lesson. Complain or perform in the wrong way and you will be further penalized.”

Melissa was comfortable in her stroller and in spite of her embarrassment at being diapered in public she was enjoying the fresh air. She expected Brittany to take her to a playground at any moment. Instead, Brittany ate a sandwich while watching people frolicking in the park.

Things had been quiet for a bit when someone called, “Brittany. There you are.”

Brittany waved to the person approaching from behind Melissa’s stroller and smiled.

As Brittany stood up, she leaned on the handle of the stroller, which Melissa felt. Melissa heard a kiss and sounds suggesting a hug.

She heard Brittany explain that she was watching a family friend’s fourth grader. “Melissa has some medical issues and she is now attending the local school. Having had some control problems lately she requires special attention. Let me introduce you.”

She led the person around the stroller saying, “Melissa, let me introduce you to my friend, Brian. Brian this is Melissa.” Melissa gasped around the pacifier and covered her face as she began to cry.

Brian looked closer, “Melissa Martin? Why are you in a baby stroller? Why are you wearing diapers? What is going on?”

Brittany acted like she had no idea what was going on. “You know Melissa. I had no idea. How do you know her?”

“We dated. We went out several times. I guess I now know why she never wanted to spend the night. This is pathetic. I’m not into diapers. I can’t handle this. I’m out of here.” Brian actually ran away. Brittany feigned being upset and standing behind the stroller, she pretended to call after Brian.

Melissa was in full breakdown mode crying and gasping trying to understand what had happened. Brittany walked around to the front of the stroller and shoved the bottle into Melissa’s mouth. “Drink. Keep it in your mouth until you are back in control.”

Melissa was exposed to a man she recently dated dressed as a toddler wearing bulky diapers like someone with no bodily control. How would she ever live this down? Her hair was colored and cut like a small baby. She must look totally foolish. Brian didn’t know a lot of her other friends. But, she was clearly going to be a public fool to anyone he knew. As she sucked on the bottle, she realized Brittany had set this all up. This was her penalty for losing control. The lesson was clear, keep misbehaving and she would be exposed as some kind of deviant into diapers or some other embarrassing situation. There would never be a time in her life where she could have a real conversation with Brian ever again. What if Brittany had picked someone she knew better? What if it had been a neighbor? Or some family member. None of them lived nearby but what would happen if they found out what had happened to her.

Melissa resolved to be the best little girl she could. As she regained her emotional control, Melissa realized she had almost finished her bottle. Looking away from the bottle, she saw Brittany approaching with another little jar. Unluckily this time it was puree of peas. Melissa smiled and ate up the peas. Brittany poured the remainder of the juice container into the baby bottle and gave it back to Melissa.

Brittany popped the pacifier back into Melissa’s mouth and refilled the bottle with a quart of water. She placed the bottle next to Melissa’s leg in the stroller. She reached in and tickled Melissa under the chin saying, “Wasn’t this a nice day at the park? Are you still dry little one?” Melissa just nodded that she was indeed still dry.

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Brittany packed things up and began pushing the stroller along. Melissa didn’t understand why they were going away from the car. Bumping along the small mounds in the grass, Melissa suddenly realized how full her bladder was. With each bump the pressure increased. Melissa started whimpering. She pulled the pacifier out of the mouth, “Ms. Woods, I need to go potty. Can I please go potty?”

A hand snaked around the edge grabbed the bottle and fed the teet into Melissa’s mouth. “Suck on the bottle and I’ll move us in that direction. Stop drinking and we’ll go away from the bathroom.”

Melissa sucked as little from the bottle as possible. Squeezing her legs together was impossible. Besides the bulk of the thick diapers between her legs, there was a leg separator just like in the car seat that kept her legs apart. This design prevented any attempt to squeeze her legs together to fight the urge to release her bladder. With one hand on the bottle, her other hand attempted to apply pressure through the thick pillow of cotton and it was useless. Cries of desperation and frustration came from Melissa as she willed her body to hold on for the bathroom. Her tears were flowing now and with each breath, she found comfort in the sucking action of her mouth. Of course, that sucking action released more fluids which she was immediately swallowing. The vicious circle seemed to doom her to flood the babyish diapers she found herself trapped in. With all her natural attempts to stop the flow failing, the only thing helping Melissa maintain any concentration was the knowledge that Ms. Woods would further regress her and penalize her if she was to wet the thirsty diapers. As she concentrated, she found herself involuntarily sucking harder on the nipple of the bottle resulting in her drinking more water and applying more pressure to her inner organs.

As the tears flowed and Melissa’s world closed up to worrying about wetting herself, she held out the hope that she could get back to wearing her training panties. A mantra repeated in her mind, “I’m a little girl and I want to wear my training panties. I don’t want to wear diapers. I have to control myself. I can’t wet my diapers.” In her mind, she kept repeating this over and over again. It was the mantra of a small girl trying to grow up and get potty trained. With each repetition, Melissa further declared and convinced herself that she was but a little girl.

As they circled the bathroom, Brittany noticed that as often happens, there was a line for the girls’ room. Her little charge might never make it inside. She pulled the stroller under a tree and smiling looked in on her little one. Melissa had consumed over half of the quart of water and was on her way to finishing the bottle in short order.

Brittany shook her head, “Honey, there’s a long line for the girls’ room. This is not your fault. I should have gotten you here sooner. If my little girl can’t control herself and has an accident, there won’t be a penalty for your loss of control. The bottle held in one hand slipped from her mouth as Melissa babbled her mantra, “I’m a little girl. But, I don’t want to wear diapers. I have to control myself. I can’t wet my diapers.” Brittany could see the frustration in her eyes. Loss of control was going to be a mentally regressing event. That was okay with Brittany. “Honey, sometimes little girls have accidents. We’ll get in line. But, if you have to go, it is okay.”

Melissa’s harness was released and she reached her arms out like she did when hoping Brittany would lift her from her car seat. Her stroller was just like her car seat. Lifted from the stroller, Brittany delicately placed Melissa on the ground. Melissa waddled next to Brittany as two of them joined the line for the restroom. Walking seemed to have helped her control just a little. There were four people outside the door. Melissa had no idea how many toilets there were or how many people were inside.

Several people noticed the large toddler in bulky diapers. The banter from Brittany focused on Melissa and how proud she was that she was not just using her diaper. The conversation seemed more appropriate for a two or three year old being potty trained. Melissa still had tears creeping down her face as she stared forlornly at the bathroom door. The line moved faster than expected and soon the two of them were inside. Melissa realized that she was still trapped in the diaper. And a door would open any minute. She looked up at Brittany praying she realized the problem as she gestured towards her bulky bottom.

Brittany knelt down next to Melissa continuing to talk to her like she was a three year old getting potty trained and slid her shorts down her legs. Melissa was now worried that Brittany was not fast enough. Brittany slid the plastic pants to her ankles and released the side pins on Melissa’s diapers. They dropped into the plastic pants at her ankles. Melissa immediately squeezed her legs together and was doing the pee-pee dance awaiting the first available toilet.

As a door finally opened, Melissa dashed into the stall and did not even stop to close the door as she almost jumped onto the toilet.

Brittany smiled seeing her little girl wearing her little tennis shoes and childish t-shirt with nothing else. Bare from belly button to ankles, Melissa’s arms were in front of her as she ran for the stall. Every woman and child in the room saw a little girl who did not care about exposing herself or her childish body to everyone else. She was only focused on using the potty. Several women giggled and made comments. Brittany slipped into another stall to use the facilities and took everything with her.

The audible sigh as Melissa voided her system caused smiles on the faces of the mothers. One woman said, “You’ll have her out of those diapers soon. I’m sure it’s been a long battle.”

Being so wiped out from trying not to wet herself, it never occurred to her to close the door. After wiping herself, Melissa wandered out of the stall and looked around for Brittany. With her mind still reeling from recent torment, it never occurred to her to cover herself. A woman said, “Your mommy is in the other toilet. Wash your hands honey.”

Melissa wandered over to the sink and washed her hands. Standing at the sink with nothing below the waist, she acted to the outsiders like any toddler with no conscious awareness of issues with nudity. After drying her hands, Melissa stood near the wall. Her hands were playing with the hem of her shirt on each side as she nervously awaited Brittany’s exit from the stall. Brittany could see and hear what was going on outside. She took her time to ensure Melissa got the full measure of embarrassment.

Relief swarmed Melissa’s face as Brittany emerged. After carefully washing her hands, she guided Melissa to the side of the room where a changing table was mounted on the wall. Melissa spoke without thinking, “I don’t want to wear diapers. Can’t I wear my training panties? I was a good little girl and didn’t wet myself.”

Brittany had to agree with her. She removed a thick pair of the training panties and allowed Melissa to slide them up her legs followed by the thin shorts. The pride, relief and gratefulness were evident on Melissa’s face as she donned her childish outfit. Without thinking, Melissa patted her little shorts and looked down totally relieved to no longer be wearing the diapers and looked up at Brittany with a smile of accomplishment. Every mother in the room knew that look of accomplishment when their child had not wet themselves. Melissa knew the look herself. She just had no idea it was her role at the moment.

Chapter 63

Brittany led her proud little girl out to the stroller. Melissa turned and reached her arms up in the all too familiar pose. Brittany lifted her into the stroller and harnessed her in. She added water to the bottle and set it next to Melissa’s leg.

Brittany observed her youngster sitting in the stroller. Melissa seemed to have a smile of satisfaction on her face. She was not fighting with who she was and did not appear to be upset about being in the stroller. She honestly appeared to be happy.

The stroller bounced along minor hillocks in the park as her guardian pushed her along between trees and bushes. Seated in her stroller in a reclined position, Melissa sucked contentedly on her pacifier and watched the treetops passing by.

When they stopped, Melissa became aware of laughing and squeals. Brittany leaned in and unharnessed Melissa. As she was placed on the ground, Melissa realized they were near a bench next to the playground.

Brittany leaned in close and placed her hand on the pacifier. “Honey, since you are being a good LITTLE girl, I am going to let you play here for a while. I expect you to act like a good fourth grader and nothing else. Now you behave and I’ll call you when it is time to go. Run along now.” Brittany popped the pacifier out of Melissa’s mouth and gave her a soft shove towards the swings.

Melissa walked slowly over to the swings. It seemed like the simplest thing and she could do it by herself. She climbed into a swing and began swinging her legs. Trying to ignore her situation, she concentrated on swinging and seeing how high she could get. After a few minutes, she was having a good time.

Her thoughts were interrupted, “I’m Lisa. Can I swing now? What’s your name?”

Melissa dragged her feet and stopped the swing. “Sure, you can have the swing. I’m Melissa.”

Lisa hopped on the swing. “Can you give me a push?”

Melissa stepped behind Lisa and started pushing her on the swing.

Lisa hardly took a breath as she chattered constantly. It turned out that Lisa was in third grade at Melissa’s school. Their conversation continued as they moved to the sandbox. Soon, they had three or four other children playing with them from preschoolers through fourth graders.

When a game of tag erupted, Melissa looked towards the bench and Brittany nodded while smiling. Melissa joined in and eventually was having a good time.

During a break, Lisa asked, “If you are in fourth grade, why are you wearing trainer underwear?”

Melissa said, “I don’t really want to talk about it. I have to wear them until I can wear my Rainbow Dash panties.”

Lisa nodded, “I had to wear pullups for a while. I’m sure you’ll be back in regular panties soon.”

Unluckily several of the younger children seemed to chime in with similar experiences which made Melissa feel liked she had way too much in common with a group of kids in grades lower than her own.

It had been a long time since Melissa was as tired as she was that afternoon. Brittany finally called her over and put her back into the stroller. As they moved away, Melissa started drinking from the bottle because she was thirsty.

Lisa and a second grader from her school wondered why Melissa was put in a stroller instead of walking. They were talking about it when they both saw the fourth grader drinking a baby bottle. Lisa said she would get to the bottom of it at school next week.

At the grocery store, Brittany put Melissa in one those carts designed for toddlers with a chair and plastic steering wheel. She fastened the useless safety belt around Melissa’s waist. They collected everything on the list and checked out.

At home, they put away the groceries. Brittany put together a simple dinner of baked chicken and rice with some fresh green beans. Mary was watching TV and as the time approached seven thirty, Brittany escorted Melissa to the bathroom for a bath. She washed her hair with the children’s shampoo and bathed Melissa like a small child. Afterwards, Melissa was dressed in her thick training pants and childish pajamas.

Brittany handed her a juvenile book to read and slid a full sippy cup into her bed. Sitting next to the bed, Brittany shoved the sippy cup into Melissa’s mouth and made sure she had Melissa’s full attention. “Suck on that. Honey, I think we need to have a little discussion. As we have discussed, I am your guardian and you are in the fourth grade. You do not order me around. That is not our relationship. When it is time for you to go to work, I am the one who drives you. If you disappoint me or get me in trouble, you will pay a price. Today, you exposed a side of yourself to an old friend. You probably don’t want to do that to too many of your friends. Eventually, no one will remember that you have a life outside of grade school. Do you understand?”

With a serious look on her face, Melissa nodded. She pulled the cup from her mouth. “How can I sell houses? I can’t sell houses in a school uniform.”

Brittany nodded in understanding. “Houses need to be sold and you need to follow the rules. I talked to Mrs. Dolan and I am sure everything will work out. She understands we have to work within the rules. But, the principal told me you can’t miss every day of school. So, it is going to be a delicate balance. I’m your guardian, so I will take care of everything.”

Melissa realized she was not in control. “Okay.” She would have to see what would happen in the next few days.

Brittany said, “Little one, you need to concentrate on being a good girl and working your way out of training pants so you can get back to wearing your little cartoon panties. Wouldn’t that make you happy?”

Caught off guard by the possibility to get out of training pants, Melissa suddenly declared, “Oh, please. That would be so great. I want to wear my Rainbow Dash panties to school. The other girls call me a baby if they see my training pants. I don’t want to be a baby.” She was almost whining and begging at the end.

Brittany smiled at her like she was a little child, “The first step honey is to make sure we keep your crib dry. Are you going to keep your crib dry?”

“Yes, I’m going to keep my crib dry. I don’t want to wear my diapers. You can check my crib and it is dry.” Melissa sounded so proud of HER dry crib and she also referred to her diapers.

Brittany was excited that Melissa was taking ownership of her crib, her diapers and her training pants. She was also interested in Melissa’s description of relationships with other little kids at school. Any time the kids can help her regress or take advantage of Melissa is a bonus. She decided it was a good idea for Melissa to wear those training pants for a few more days.

Looking at Melissa with her juvenile haircut and childish hair color paired with the training pants and a toddler set of pajamas, Brittany had a hard time seeing anything but a child. As Melissa talked about her diapers and her crib and begged to be able to wear her cartoon panties, Brittany was convinced Melissa was moving down a path it would be hard to recover from.