Chapter 17 - The Padding Room
They all piled into Isabella's car, where Jasmine and Alisa were relegated to the back seat. "Do you need any help with your seatbelt?" Hanna asked Alisa, who shook her head. It was nice to actually be asked things again, she mused, rather than it just being assumed that she was too helpless to do anything for herself.
It didn't come as much of a surprise, but Isabella wasn't the best driver, always getting distracted, especially whenever they saw a kids' store, or a playground, and swerving toward the parking lot. "Let's go there!" she'd declare excitedly.
"We need to go start getting ready for the sleepover," Hanna would tell her every time. "Besides, we promised Alisa she could get changed, remember?"
"You'll be fine, won't you, Alisa?" Isabella would ask, like a ritual, every single time. "You want to check this out, don't you?"
Alisa never quite knew what to answer, not entirely comfortable with being put on the spot like that, and Hanna and Isabella would giggling together as they watched her squirm in the back seat uncertainly, which only made it harder to answer the next time around, as she wondered if they were serious, or just messing with her. Beside her, Jasmine scowled, glaring at her more and more, like she was jealous of all the attention Alisa was getting.
As they passed one of the playgrounds, Alisa noticed a teenage boy wearing the same kind of shirt as Isabella, then, as she looked around, she noticed another few of the older "kids" in shirts from the same show. The actual toddlers running around all seemed to be into the same sort of shows that kids back in the real world liked, as not a single one of them had one on in any of the other playgrounds they passed. Of course, she couldn't see all of the kids, no matter how hard she stared out the window, trying to avoid answering Isabella's questions.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a cute little house, and everyone spilled out of the car, grateful to have survived the strip. Isabella and Jasmine headed for the house in front of the driveway, while Hanna stopped Alisa and told the others, "I'm going to go get her some fresh..." She looked down at Alisa, fidgeting nervously about how loudly and openly they were talking about this, even with nobody else out on the street at the moment, and smiled. "Clothes," she finished, patting Alisa's shoulder. "You guys get started on the brownies."
"Yes, boss!" Isabella called back, giving her a mocking salute and going inside.
"Come on," Hanna said, offering her hand to Alisa and starting off down the sidewalk, then immediately turning and heading for the front door of the very next house.
"Wow," Alisa marveled, "it must be nice living right next door to your friend like this."
"Yeah, it's all right," Hanna replied as she unlocked the door. "Except she's always trying to freeload off my diaper supply."
"Oh..." Alisa blushed, a little surprised to hear her say that, and feeling a little guilty. "I-I could have gone to get some of my own, I didn't mean..."
Hanna burst out into laughter. "I'm kidding! You have to learn to take a joke, Lissy!" Alisa smiled and forced a weak laugh out of herself, but it only made her feel more awkward. "Yeah, it is pretty cool," Hanna said, leading Alisa through her house. "We've been friends since we were in diapers." She paused, gave Alisa a look, then lifted her skirt to show off her Goodnite with a smirk. "You know, last week!" Alisa found it a little easier to laugh at her that time. "Actually, we didn't know each other before she moved in over there. She came over to introduce herself, we watched some TV, and just clicked, you know? It took us a couple days to realize we were both into diapers... Though I bet she would have guessed if I'd let her come in here her first time over."
With that, Hanna pushed open a door and watched in amusement as Alisa gaped at the contents. It was a whole room full of diapers, in every size and color, every kind Alisa had ever seen, whether in person or in pictures, and then some, stacked on shelves around the room, and overflowing into organized piles on the floor, centered around a well-stocked changing table. "Whoa," she breathed, almost not daring to step inside. "Where did you get all of these?"
"Oh, I just have the coolest job ever," Hanna shrugged with faux modesty. "I'm a diaper tester."
Alisa nodded; that sounded reasonable, at least for a moment, until she realized, "But then why do you have so many sizes? You can't fit into these, can you?" She grabbed a Huggies in her own size off a shelf and held it up.
"Don't remind me," Hanna sighed melodramatically. "No matter how cute they try to make the bigger diapers, they're never as cute as those, huh? I could still use them as stuffers or something, though! But really, I just let my bosses know that I have friends who were willing to help me, so they sent me some for them, too. So, is that the one you want?"
Alisa looked down at the diaper. Like the Pampers she'd been wearing, they were bigger and thicker than they were back in her world, but still decorated with Winnie the Pooh, and looking quite adorable, she had to admit. Now that she was in a safe place, she might even be able to enjoy this world a little. "Well... I was kinda hoping..." she looked down at herself, remembering the panties she'd gone to so much trouble to take. Back when she was being forced into diapers, they had seemed so desirable... Now, she still felt like she should wear them, yet, surrounded by all these diapers, she found herself wanting to less and less.
"I know what you need!" Hanna declared, moving to another set of shelves and pulling off a Huggies designed to look like a pair of jeans. Alisa had always found the idea of those ridiculous, and these were even more so, with all the extra padding they had gained in this world, but that didn't stop them from being cute - in fact, it only helped. "You could wear these, and nobody would ever know you weren't just wearing shorts! I'm sure I could find you a shirt to go with it..." After that, she couldn't take it, or the incredulous look on Alisa's face, any longer, and started laughing. "Oh, you are just too easy! Well, you just look around and decide while I get changed. It's a real diaper only sleepover, so my Goodnites aren't going to fly. So don't you think about getting another pair of Pull-Ups, either. Our first order of business will be diaper checks, and if you're not dressed properly, you'll be attacked by the tickle monster, then the group gets to decide what diaper, and how many of them, you get to wear."
That did sound kind of fun, but it had been so long since she'd gotten to choose what she wore under her clothes that she wasn't about to give up that right to a bunch of squealing, giggling girls, so she started to look around, not realizing, for a minute, that Hanna could be teasing her yet again. For her part, Hanna went right to a stack of what looked like Molicares, except that they were a lighter purple and, like everything else here, were thicker, and grabbed one, taking it to the changing table. She didn't bother to lie down, just tugged down her Goodnite, tossed it into the oversized Diaper Genie beside the table, then cleaned herself up before expertly diapering herself while still standing.
"Oh, and if you find some you like, bring them along, so we don't have to come back over here to change tonight," Hanna advised once she was done, grabbing a stack of the diaper she'd just put on. "Have you decided yet?"
Alisa really wasn't sure. They were all cute, but she kept going back to the Huggies for some reason, and after a second or two, she walked back over to them and grabbed one. "Good choice!" Hanna complimented her. "Do you need any help changing?"
Alisa was so used to Mommy, or the nursery, simply doing it for her that she hadn't even thought about doing it herself. Automatically, she said, "No, I can do it!" and Hanna left to give her some privacy. She wasn't used to that, either. Maybe she was being too eager to get back home, she thought, wriggling out of her panties and Pull-Ups, setting the former aside and putting the latter into the Genie. She spread the Huggie out on the changing table, then stepped onto the stool in front of the table and sat herself on the diaper, grabbing for the baby oil and powder. She was rather tentative as she started to rub the oil into her skin, wondering if the hypnosis would trigger from that, but luckily it didn't, perhaps because she wasn't actually in a diaper yet.
That gave her some naughty thoughts, and she had to remind herself she was in a stranger's house, and her privacy could be interrupted at any moment. She pulled up the diaper and taped one side, then the other, only to feel her bladder start to release as soon as the second tape touched down. She blushed, pulling her hand away like she'd just stuck her finger into a fire, and managed to get herself under control, but when she looked down at her diaper, she could tell it was on very crooked, and probably wouldn't be very useful at all for more than the little accident she'd just had.
She blushed, biting her bottom look as she stared at it, hoping that perhaps she could develop telekinesis to allow her to rearrange the tapes without actually touching her diaper and springing a leak. Of course, she knew that wasn't going to happen, which left her with the choice of either risking an embarrassing accident sometime that night, surrounded by however many people were coming to this sleepover, or asking for help. The latter was obviously the best choice, but she still hesitated, in mute protest to what the hypnosis had done to her. It hadn't quite occurred to her before, since she was never allowed to change herself, but she wouldn't be able to diaper herself without help. Even if she managed to get the tapes lined up right with her first try, she'd still wind up wet right away. She couldn't take them off without another accident either, she was sure, which would only make changing time more difficult.
At the very least, she sighed to herself, she was sure Hanna wouldn't really mind. "Hanna?" she called nervously.
"Are you all done?" Hanna peeked her head in the door. "Ready to go?"
"Umm... I need a little help," Alisa admitted. Hanna walked in, carrying a canvas tote bag now, and almost immediately spotted the problem.
"Yes, you do!" she chuckled, setting the bag down by the table. "Are you still new to this?"
"It's.. uh... hard to explain," Alisa shrugged, cheeks darkening.
"Aww, it's okay. It just makes you more cute," Hanna grinned, tapping Alisa's nose. "Lay down and I'll get you fixed up." Alisa scooted back onto the changing table, turning so she could lie flat. "Wait, did you... Alisa, did use your diaper already?"
Alisa couldn't even bring herself to answer, she was so embarrassed. Had she really thought Hanna somehow wouldn't notice?
"I'm sorry!" Hanna soothed her, pushing her dress further up. "I wasn't making fun, it's just sweet... You didn't even ask to use my bathroom, you just waited until you were in your diaper. It's cute! But if you had to go that bad, you could have told me. I would have let you get changed without yakking on for so long." Alisa heard some light ripping sounds as Hanna undid the tapes, then moved the diaper around a little before tugging the sides into place, attaching them snugly back in place. "There we go! No harm done!" she declared. "Now... Did you get all your pee-pee out, or is there more in there?" Alisa blushed again, which just encouraged Hanna. "I think the tickle monster is going to make an early appearance..."
Hanna wiggled her fingers, which was enough to get Alisa giggling at the sight of it, but a moment later, she lowered them down onto Alisa's tummy. Alisa was ticklish back in the real world, somewhat, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. The laughter burst out of her as she squirmed, squealing, trying to escape but already too incapacitated by her own involuntary reaction to really do anything. It may have been partly due to her surprise, both at the tickling in the first place and the intensity of her own reaction, but within what felt like a few seconds, she was wetting herself again.
"That's what I thought!" Hanna declared triumphantly, pulling away. "You had plenty more in there, didn't you? You have to learn to just let it all go, silly! Did that do it, or does the tickle monster need to come back?"
For a second or two, Alisa, still laughing, couldn't answer, which gave Hanna the chance to start her fingers moving again, inching them back toward Alisa's vulnerable stomach. "I'm done!" Alisa finally managed to squeak out.
"Hmm... I guess I'll trust you this time..." Hanna smiled. "Boy, you sure are ticklish, aren't you? I'll have to tell the girls!" She went to grab a fresh diaper, then started the changing process again, this time from the beginning, making sure to pile on plenty of powder so that when she gave the diaper's crotch a pat when she was done, a few specks managed to sneak out of the legholes. "There you go, a nice, fresh Huggie! Are those what you want to wear the rest of the night?"
Alisa looked around the room, still overwhelmed by the enormous selection. "I dunno..." she shrugged bashfully.
Hanna grinned. "I'll take a little of everything," she said, grabbing the bag she'd brought with her, which Alisa could now see held the stack of diapers she'd taken out of the room with her. "I'll get you a few Pampers, some more Huggies... Be a good girl and grab me some Luvs from over there." She pointed at the other end of the room, searching through the stacks and pulling a diaper or two from one every now and then, putting them in the bag.
Alisa climbed down from the table, where she noticed her panties on the floor. She bent down, picking them up and staring at them for a moment before going over to search for the Luvs. She had wanted them so badly earlier that day... It seemed a shame to just abandon them. Then again, she had a feeling Hanna wouldn't let her bring them with her on their "diapers only" sleepover, and her outfit didn't have any pockets, so once she found the Luvs, she unfolded one and slipped the underwear inside before folding it back up. She took two more diapers and sandwiched the one with the panties in the middle, then toddled back to meet Hanna.
"You're such a good little helper!" Hanna praised her, opening the bag so Alisa could put her cargo inside. "Now, let's go see how those other two are doing. Hopefully they didn't eat all the brownie batter before they got it baked!" Hanna gave Alisa a wink, and the two of them scurried, giggling, over to Isabella's house.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 16
Chapter 16 - Hide and Seek
Alisa felt a little like she was flying blind. It was so rare for the protagonist of a story to find herself back in real panties once she was put in diapers, she didn't really have any guidelines for keeping things that way. Of course, she still had a Pull-Up on underneath the panties for the time being, but she planned on fixing that just as soon as she got up the courage to crawl out from behind her hiding spot.
She felt just as excited as any real toddler, about to find herself in big girl panties - even though it was merely the first time in a day or so for her. She found herself pushing back her skirt and staring at them like she half expected them to vanish. They were definitely not what she'd choose to wear, but they were far, far better than diapers, or even Pull-Ups. While they were slightly thicker than her own real panties, or at least how she remembered them, it wasn't in the same way that they usually were in the stories. These were clearly not training pants, but the real thing.
She wanted to reach out and touch them, feel the thing fabric beneath her fingers, but they were already pushing the Pull-Ups padding against her freshly lotioned private parts, and her sudden privacy was making her want to take advantage of that, without consideration for the fact that she was in a public place. She could just imagine it - her, looking even more like a child than ever before, being exposed doing something very adult, and very naughty, as some stranger pulls open the wall of clothes in front of her. With this world being the way it was, she wouldn't be surprised if they pulled her out of there and starting spanking her right then and there, while she begged and pleaded and tried to explain...
There was a brief shiver of pleasure as, lost in her thoughts, her hand pushed against the crotch of her Pull-Up, but it was washed away instantly as she began to wet herself, the warm urine she hadn't even realized she was holding in flowing out into her trainers. Of course, that added bit of humiliation only made her fantasy more deliciously embarrassing, and she continued to rub, but the longer she touched her Pull-Up, the more she peed, until she forced herself to stop, scared she was going to leak onto her big girl panties, leaving her frustrated once again. That stupid Mommy had hypnotized her, she realized with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure exactly when or how, but clearly she had.
The thought was rather scary, she had to admit. What other things had been implanted into her head without her knowing? Was that why she'd been obeying Mommy and Clara so quickly and thoroughly, even when she didn't want to? In addition to everything else they were doing to her, they had been turning her into a brain-dead zombie, one who would do as she was told no matter what... Which only made those surgeries seem even more cruel and unnecessary. Of course, Mommy hadn't actually done any of them, since Alisa hadn't given her the chance, but Alisa had been sure she would have. Although, maybe it just would have been more hypnosis to make Alisa think those things had been done to her. It would have felt just as real to her, enough that she might never have known the difference, unless Mommy, for whatever reason, decided to un-do the hypnosis.
That might be the scariest thing in this world, she thought with a shiver. Hypnosis was always so quick in the stories, and it never seemed to fail. If the person doing it didn't want you to, you wouldn't even know it had been done. And, unlike in the real world, it never seemed to be bound by the whole "it can only make you do things you really want to do, deep down" thing. That only made the fact that the her from here had pissed off some woman skilled in it when she'd done that expose even scarier. And Alisa didn't even know what she looked like. She could be anywhere, looking for revenge...
A little more urine trickled into her Pull-Up to go with the squeak that exploded from her mouth as the clothes in front of her began to move. They stopped, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, hoping that whoever was shopping would convince themselves they were hearing things and move on to another rack. She glanced down at herself, then hastily rearranged her skirt, re-covering her underthings. She was suddenly very glad she had been forced to stop masturbating, or her daydream might have become reality more quickly and thoroughly than she could have imagined.
A moment later, the clothes were whisked apart, revealing a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She was a regular sized human, wearing a t-shirt bearing a few of the characters from the TV show Alisa had seen in the nursery, and a pink ruffly skirt, along with a pair of pink sandals adorned with a plastic flower. "Hi!" the girl chirped as she saw Alisa, giggling. "Are you playing hide and seek? That looks fun!"
"Umm... Well, I..." Alisa stammered, not quite sure what to say.
"Uh-oh, did I give your hiding spot away?" the girl asked, looked behind her for some sign of anyone who seemed to be searching for Alisa. "I'm sorry!"
"No, it's okay," Alisa said quickly, feeling strangely bad for the girl, who seemed upset at that prospect. "I wasn't really..."
"Oh. My. God!" the girl squealed, reaching down to touch Alisa's hair, then pulling her to her feet. "You are so adorable! I'm so jelly! Where did you get your hair done? Where did you get that dress?" Before Alisa could answer, or even decide which question to try to answer first, the girl turned and yelled, "Hanna! Come see what I found!"
Alisa's face flushed as she looked around, sure that the whole store had to have heard that, which was the opposite of what she wanted. Before she could do anything, however, another girl, around the same age, scurried over in a yellow sundress. As soon as she saw Alisa, she beamed. "So cute!" she exclaimed. "You always find the best new friends, Isabella!"
Alisa smiled weakly. She wasn't exactly sure she considered herself these girls' friend - she had nothing against them, and she'd rather have them on her side than against her, but they'd mostly been talking about her, rather than to her, so far. "It's... uh... nice to meet you two..."
Hanna and Isabella looked at each other and giggled. "Do you think she...?" Hanna asked, sneaking a sideways glance at Alisa.
"Oh, yeah," Isabella nodded. "Just look at her!"
"Look at who?" Another girl popped up, this one wearing shortalls with a light blue shirt underneath. She was clearly a dwarf, though she was still a bit taller than Alisa.
"Our new friend!" Isabella announced. "This is Jasmine! She's pretty cute, too, I guess, but she doesn't wear cute dresses like you do! She wears stupid old boy stuff!"
"These aren't boy clothes," Jasmine pouted. "What's her name?"
The three girls looked at each other, confused, for a moment, before turning to Alisa. She wasn't sure what exactly to say. Should she lie, to make it harder for them to find her if this turned weird - or weirder than it already was, rather? Using Dolly would only make things worse, though, since she had no idea if any of these girls knew Mommy, and might hear that she had gone missing. Her hair could give her away still, but that and the name would be enough to ensure a one way ticket back to the woman's house.
"She's so bashful!" Hanna pointed out, something all three girls, including Jasmine, cooed over.
"My name is Alisa." She considered holding out her hand, but that seemed oddly formal.
"Well, now that we're not strangers, you have to come to my house!" Isabella declared. "We're having all our friends over for a big sleepover! It's going to be great!"
"Oh, uh... I mean, thanks, but..." Alisa felt off-balanced by this whole situation, unsure of what to do or say. So far, it seemed like everyone in this world just wanted to make her their baby, so it was a nice change of pace, at least. Still, she didn't know them, and it was hard to tell what could happen at this girl's house. Not that she had anywhere else to spend the night...
"She's nervous," Hanna told the others, which elicited yet another round of laughter. "Don't worry, Lis-lis, we know your secret, and we won't tell!" The three girls exchanged another look, then reached down to grab the bottom of their outfits and, as one, flipped up their skirts, revealing a Pull-Up with a design Alisa had never seen before on Isabella, a Goodnite dotted with ballerinas on Hanna, and Jasmine's shortalls, as she couldn't exactly show off what was under them without taking off most of her outfit.
"You ruined it!" Hanna teased Jasmine as the other girl pawed at her shortalls with a shrug as the other two girls lowered their skirts. "I told you you should have worn the ones with the snaps!"
"Jasmine," Isabella explained, "wears Pampers."
"I'm wearing them," Jasmine corrected her. "Because this thing is hard to get off! I don't always wear them!"
"So... What do you wear?" Isabella asked.
"I-I... I don't..." Alisa's cheeks flushed red as she realized they had figured out she was wearing something other than big girl panties just by looking at her, and she turned darker as she figured out that had been what they were talking about earlier, most likely.
"You don't have to lie, Lis-Lis," Hanna told her gently. "We can always tell one of our own. Come on, sweetie, just let us see. Nobody can see you around us!" The other three moved in tighter, forming more of a shield around her, though it also felt like they were preparing to strike and look for themselves if she wasn't fast enough. Reluctantly, Alisa lifted her skirt, not having to go far before the Dora panties became visible. Even had the girls not clearly been experts, it was still fairly obvious that there was something more under them.
"Aww, look, she's trying to hide her padding," Jasmine chuckled. "She thinks she's a big girl!"
"But not too big," Hanna pointed out. "Those aren't for too big a girl, are they? Buuuut... What's underneath those?"
"Don't push her too hard," Hanna scolded Isabella. "She's a shy little thing!"
"They're Pull-Ups," Alisa finally managed to break in, her voice cracking a little as she said the words, hardly able to believe she was admitting it out loud.
"I wanna see!" Isabella squealed. It seemed a little weird that she was so excited, considered she was wearing the same thing, but Alisa was feeling a bit trapped. At the same time, though, there was something nice about being around people who accepted it, more than whole-heartedly. She was sure she knew exactly what kind of a story she had stumbled into now. She'd never been a huge fan of those ones where the main character seemed to get everyone she ever met interested in wearing diapers and they just had silly adventures while wearing them, but after her previous experience, it was a pleasant change of pace. At least it might give her a chance to catch her breath and form a plan.
So, in the middle of the clothes store, in front of three people she'd known less than ten minutes, she pulled her panties down, exposing her wet training pants. She was a litte worried that doing that would make her wet herself again, just because it was next to impossible to get the panties down without at least a little skin brushing her Pull-Ups, but it seemed that she was safe if she only touched the sides, like the opposite of Operation.
"Oh. My. God!" Isabella practically exploded, bouncing up and down, which got the other two started. "My little cousin wears those exact same Pull-Ups! So cute!"
"Big deal," Jasmine interjected. "I can wear those, too, you know!"
"Yeah, but you always get those stupid boy designs!" Isabella said. "These are way cuter!"
"Yours are cute, too," Isabella stepped in, reassuring Jasmine. "They're way cuter than the dumb Pull-Ups Teens junk I'm stuck with."
"Those look pretty wet. Don't you think you should go change, hon?" Hanna looked at her with concern. Before Alisa could answer, Hanna looked around, then pursed her lips. "Don't you carry a diaper bag with you? Or even a purse? It doesn't look like there's any pockets in that, either..."
"I was just out for a walk," Alisa blurted out, not wanting any of them to suspect she had escaped from a Mommy, since she had a feeling they would side with a Mommy over a new friend any day. "I live right around the block"
"Oh, can we take a look around your place while you change?" Isabella asked eagerly, making Alisa realize what a mistake that little lie had been.
Luckily, Hanna saved her again. "There's no need to go back there, I've got plenty of stuff for her to change into back at my place, and I'm more than happy to share. You're coming, aren't you?" She looked expectantly at Alisa, who weighed her options for another moment before nodding with the the slightest hesitation. Isabella grinned, and all three girls let out shrieks of delight. "This is going to be the funnest sleepover ever!" Hanna assured Alisa. "Are you done shopping?" As soon as Alisa nodded again, Hanna grabbed her hand and led the merry band through the store and on to their next adventure.
Alisa felt a little like she was flying blind. It was so rare for the protagonist of a story to find herself back in real panties once she was put in diapers, she didn't really have any guidelines for keeping things that way. Of course, she still had a Pull-Up on underneath the panties for the time being, but she planned on fixing that just as soon as she got up the courage to crawl out from behind her hiding spot.
She felt just as excited as any real toddler, about to find herself in big girl panties - even though it was merely the first time in a day or so for her. She found herself pushing back her skirt and staring at them like she half expected them to vanish. They were definitely not what she'd choose to wear, but they were far, far better than diapers, or even Pull-Ups. While they were slightly thicker than her own real panties, or at least how she remembered them, it wasn't in the same way that they usually were in the stories. These were clearly not training pants, but the real thing.
She wanted to reach out and touch them, feel the thing fabric beneath her fingers, but they were already pushing the Pull-Ups padding against her freshly lotioned private parts, and her sudden privacy was making her want to take advantage of that, without consideration for the fact that she was in a public place. She could just imagine it - her, looking even more like a child than ever before, being exposed doing something very adult, and very naughty, as some stranger pulls open the wall of clothes in front of her. With this world being the way it was, she wouldn't be surprised if they pulled her out of there and starting spanking her right then and there, while she begged and pleaded and tried to explain...
There was a brief shiver of pleasure as, lost in her thoughts, her hand pushed against the crotch of her Pull-Up, but it was washed away instantly as she began to wet herself, the warm urine she hadn't even realized she was holding in flowing out into her trainers. Of course, that added bit of humiliation only made her fantasy more deliciously embarrassing, and she continued to rub, but the longer she touched her Pull-Up, the more she peed, until she forced herself to stop, scared she was going to leak onto her big girl panties, leaving her frustrated once again. That stupid Mommy had hypnotized her, she realized with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure exactly when or how, but clearly she had.
The thought was rather scary, she had to admit. What other things had been implanted into her head without her knowing? Was that why she'd been obeying Mommy and Clara so quickly and thoroughly, even when she didn't want to? In addition to everything else they were doing to her, they had been turning her into a brain-dead zombie, one who would do as she was told no matter what... Which only made those surgeries seem even more cruel and unnecessary. Of course, Mommy hadn't actually done any of them, since Alisa hadn't given her the chance, but Alisa had been sure she would have. Although, maybe it just would have been more hypnosis to make Alisa think those things had been done to her. It would have felt just as real to her, enough that she might never have known the difference, unless Mommy, for whatever reason, decided to un-do the hypnosis.
That might be the scariest thing in this world, she thought with a shiver. Hypnosis was always so quick in the stories, and it never seemed to fail. If the person doing it didn't want you to, you wouldn't even know it had been done. And, unlike in the real world, it never seemed to be bound by the whole "it can only make you do things you really want to do, deep down" thing. That only made the fact that the her from here had pissed off some woman skilled in it when she'd done that expose even scarier. And Alisa didn't even know what she looked like. She could be anywhere, looking for revenge...
A little more urine trickled into her Pull-Up to go with the squeak that exploded from her mouth as the clothes in front of her began to move. They stopped, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, hoping that whoever was shopping would convince themselves they were hearing things and move on to another rack. She glanced down at herself, then hastily rearranged her skirt, re-covering her underthings. She was suddenly very glad she had been forced to stop masturbating, or her daydream might have become reality more quickly and thoroughly than she could have imagined.
A moment later, the clothes were whisked apart, revealing a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She was a regular sized human, wearing a t-shirt bearing a few of the characters from the TV show Alisa had seen in the nursery, and a pink ruffly skirt, along with a pair of pink sandals adorned with a plastic flower. "Hi!" the girl chirped as she saw Alisa, giggling. "Are you playing hide and seek? That looks fun!"
"Umm... Well, I..." Alisa stammered, not quite sure what to say.
"Uh-oh, did I give your hiding spot away?" the girl asked, looked behind her for some sign of anyone who seemed to be searching for Alisa. "I'm sorry!"
"No, it's okay," Alisa said quickly, feeling strangely bad for the girl, who seemed upset at that prospect. "I wasn't really..."
"Oh. My. God!" the girl squealed, reaching down to touch Alisa's hair, then pulling her to her feet. "You are so adorable! I'm so jelly! Where did you get your hair done? Where did you get that dress?" Before Alisa could answer, or even decide which question to try to answer first, the girl turned and yelled, "Hanna! Come see what I found!"
Alisa's face flushed as she looked around, sure that the whole store had to have heard that, which was the opposite of what she wanted. Before she could do anything, however, another girl, around the same age, scurried over in a yellow sundress. As soon as she saw Alisa, she beamed. "So cute!" she exclaimed. "You always find the best new friends, Isabella!"
Alisa smiled weakly. She wasn't exactly sure she considered herself these girls' friend - she had nothing against them, and she'd rather have them on her side than against her, but they'd mostly been talking about her, rather than to her, so far. "It's... uh... nice to meet you two..."
Hanna and Isabella looked at each other and giggled. "Do you think she...?" Hanna asked, sneaking a sideways glance at Alisa.
"Oh, yeah," Isabella nodded. "Just look at her!"
"Look at who?" Another girl popped up, this one wearing shortalls with a light blue shirt underneath. She was clearly a dwarf, though she was still a bit taller than Alisa.
"Our new friend!" Isabella announced. "This is Jasmine! She's pretty cute, too, I guess, but she doesn't wear cute dresses like you do! She wears stupid old boy stuff!"
"These aren't boy clothes," Jasmine pouted. "What's her name?"
The three girls looked at each other, confused, for a moment, before turning to Alisa. She wasn't sure what exactly to say. Should she lie, to make it harder for them to find her if this turned weird - or weirder than it already was, rather? Using Dolly would only make things worse, though, since she had no idea if any of these girls knew Mommy, and might hear that she had gone missing. Her hair could give her away still, but that and the name would be enough to ensure a one way ticket back to the woman's house.
"She's so bashful!" Hanna pointed out, something all three girls, including Jasmine, cooed over.
"My name is Alisa." She considered holding out her hand, but that seemed oddly formal.
"Well, now that we're not strangers, you have to come to my house!" Isabella declared. "We're having all our friends over for a big sleepover! It's going to be great!"
"Oh, uh... I mean, thanks, but..." Alisa felt off-balanced by this whole situation, unsure of what to do or say. So far, it seemed like everyone in this world just wanted to make her their baby, so it was a nice change of pace, at least. Still, she didn't know them, and it was hard to tell what could happen at this girl's house. Not that she had anywhere else to spend the night...
"She's nervous," Hanna told the others, which elicited yet another round of laughter. "Don't worry, Lis-lis, we know your secret, and we won't tell!" The three girls exchanged another look, then reached down to grab the bottom of their outfits and, as one, flipped up their skirts, revealing a Pull-Up with a design Alisa had never seen before on Isabella, a Goodnite dotted with ballerinas on Hanna, and Jasmine's shortalls, as she couldn't exactly show off what was under them without taking off most of her outfit.
"You ruined it!" Hanna teased Jasmine as the other girl pawed at her shortalls with a shrug as the other two girls lowered their skirts. "I told you you should have worn the ones with the snaps!"
"Jasmine," Isabella explained, "wears Pampers."
"I'm wearing them," Jasmine corrected her. "Because this thing is hard to get off! I don't always wear them!"
"So... What do you wear?" Isabella asked.
"I-I... I don't..." Alisa's cheeks flushed red as she realized they had figured out she was wearing something other than big girl panties just by looking at her, and she turned darker as she figured out that had been what they were talking about earlier, most likely.
"You don't have to lie, Lis-Lis," Hanna told her gently. "We can always tell one of our own. Come on, sweetie, just let us see. Nobody can see you around us!" The other three moved in tighter, forming more of a shield around her, though it also felt like they were preparing to strike and look for themselves if she wasn't fast enough. Reluctantly, Alisa lifted her skirt, not having to go far before the Dora panties became visible. Even had the girls not clearly been experts, it was still fairly obvious that there was something more under them.
"Aww, look, she's trying to hide her padding," Jasmine chuckled. "She thinks she's a big girl!"
"But not too big," Hanna pointed out. "Those aren't for too big a girl, are they? Buuuut... What's underneath those?"
"Don't push her too hard," Hanna scolded Isabella. "She's a shy little thing!"
"They're Pull-Ups," Alisa finally managed to break in, her voice cracking a little as she said the words, hardly able to believe she was admitting it out loud.
"I wanna see!" Isabella squealed. It seemed a little weird that she was so excited, considered she was wearing the same thing, but Alisa was feeling a bit trapped. At the same time, though, there was something nice about being around people who accepted it, more than whole-heartedly. She was sure she knew exactly what kind of a story she had stumbled into now. She'd never been a huge fan of those ones where the main character seemed to get everyone she ever met interested in wearing diapers and they just had silly adventures while wearing them, but after her previous experience, it was a pleasant change of pace. At least it might give her a chance to catch her breath and form a plan.
So, in the middle of the clothes store, in front of three people she'd known less than ten minutes, she pulled her panties down, exposing her wet training pants. She was a litte worried that doing that would make her wet herself again, just because it was next to impossible to get the panties down without at least a little skin brushing her Pull-Ups, but it seemed that she was safe if she only touched the sides, like the opposite of Operation.
"Oh. My. God!" Isabella practically exploded, bouncing up and down, which got the other two started. "My little cousin wears those exact same Pull-Ups! So cute!"
"Big deal," Jasmine interjected. "I can wear those, too, you know!"
"Yeah, but you always get those stupid boy designs!" Isabella said. "These are way cuter!"
"Yours are cute, too," Isabella stepped in, reassuring Jasmine. "They're way cuter than the dumb Pull-Ups Teens junk I'm stuck with."
"Those look pretty wet. Don't you think you should go change, hon?" Hanna looked at her with concern. Before Alisa could answer, Hanna looked around, then pursed her lips. "Don't you carry a diaper bag with you? Or even a purse? It doesn't look like there's any pockets in that, either..."
"I was just out for a walk," Alisa blurted out, not wanting any of them to suspect she had escaped from a Mommy, since she had a feeling they would side with a Mommy over a new friend any day. "I live right around the block"
"Oh, can we take a look around your place while you change?" Isabella asked eagerly, making Alisa realize what a mistake that little lie had been.
Luckily, Hanna saved her again. "There's no need to go back there, I've got plenty of stuff for her to change into back at my place, and I'm more than happy to share. You're coming, aren't you?" She looked expectantly at Alisa, who weighed her options for another moment before nodding with the the slightest hesitation. Isabella grinned, and all three girls let out shrieks of delight. "This is going to be the funnest sleepover ever!" Hanna assured Alisa. "Are you done shopping?" As soon as Alisa nodded again, Hanna grabbed her hand and led the merry band through the store and on to their next adventure.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 15
Chapter 15 - The Great Escape
Alisa groaned under her breath, wanting more than anything to flail her feet, or pound her hands on the changing table, or really do anything to express her frustration, but not wanting to draw attention to herself by doing so. She couldn't believe she was being defeated so easily, by something meant only to hold toddlers in place. Of course, in this world, it was meant for bigger "babies" as well, but it still shouldn't be this difficult! She might as well have already gotten the surgery to render her hands useless for as much good as they were doing her now!
And then, with a light click, she felt the buckle come undone. It was all she could do to keep herself from sitting up, giving a little shout of excitement, but she forced herself to stay still. Mommy was still watching her, and while it was a rather big restroom for a salon, it wasn't so big that the woman couldn't rush across it and snatch her up halfway to the door, which would probably win her another spanking, or some punishment even worse. Still, she was happy that, for once in this place, something was going her way.
But would it really mean anything? The way she saw it, she had maybe a 50/50 chance of getting away while Mommy helped Clara clean up after using the bathroom and her attention was more firmly on her, if Clara even needed help. If not, or if it was too quick, Mommy would return and see the strap undone. Would that just make her angry? She might be proud of Alisa for not trying to escape while she was loose, or she might just be upset that she undid her restraint. The latter seemed more likely, to be honest.
She felt even more like throwing a tantrum, and even less like she was actually going to get away, even with her escape another step closer. At least once the surgeries were done, she would know there was no getting away, and she could accept that, she thought bitterly. She'd just sink into her role as Dolly, and that would be that. It might even be relaxing, in a way. She'd been spanked more than enough already, and if she was a good baby, maybe she could keep from earning any more. Even if Mommy turned her back on her, there was no way she could get down from the changing table without making some noise, and that would make the woman turn around, and then it would be over. 50/50 was being generous... Very generous.
And then, just as she was talking herself into snapping the buckle back into place and forgetting her whole stupid escape plan, the bathroom door opened. Her first thought was embarrassment as she looked down at herself, realizing she was lying there, half naked, her nether regions exposed and freshly wiped. When she looked away, still blushing, however, she realized that wasn't all bad, because it wasn't only her that was experiencing it. Clara's cheeks were turning red, too, as she sat on the toilet and pouted. After only a moment's hesitation, and a warning glare at Alisa, Mommy reached out and shut the stall door.
This was it! Alisa couldn't believe her good luck! She started to turn, to sit up and ready herself to jump off the table to the floor below... Only to see the woman who had come in standing right beside her. "Be careful there, sweetie!" she said, pushing Alisa onto her back again, clicking the strap back into place. "Wouldn't want you to fall out, would we? What was your mommy thinking, leaving you alone like this?"
Alisa nearly screamed. This was no fair! Why was this universe so cruel, dangling the possibility of escape in front of her, then ripping it away?
"Don't look so grumpy!" the woman said, reaching out to tickle Alisa's tummy, making the girl giggle and squirm on the changing table in surprise. "I bet your mommy's right over there, isn't she?" she asked, nodding over at the closed stall Mommy and Clara were inside. "It must have been an emergency for her to leave you here like this."
Alisa nodded, weighing her options. Should she ask this woman for help? Surely if she explained everything, she wouldn't let Mommy do this to her, would she? Though she was just a normal sized person, not a giant like Mommy, so the chances of her actually being able to do anything to stop her on her own seemed awfully slim. And it might take too long to get the woman to believe her, anyway, not to mention that the sound of her voice could draw Mommy's attention.
"Well, I'm sure she won't mind if I finish up here for her," the woman declared, bending down to pick up the diaper bag. "Let's see... Wow, this seems like a lot of stuff for one little girl! Pampers, Pull-Ups... Even big girl panties! These can't be for you, can they?" The woman held up the pink Dora panties Mommy had packed as an incentive for Clara, and Alisa's eyes went wide as she nodded enthusiastically. It had only been a day, but regular panties, even ones as childish as that, seemed like a distant dream. "Don't be silly! I think you're telling me a story! I think these Pampers are yours!" She picked one up, smiling down at Alisa, then pausing for a moment. "I'm sure they are..." she mused, "so do those Pull-Ups belong to your mommy? Does she have potty problems, too?" A look of realization came over the woman's face. "That's why she rushed off, isn't it? It's a good thing I came along, huh? You have a young mommy, don't you? One that's not ready for a baby like you because she's just a baby, too, isn't she?"
Alisa nodded again, choosing not to say anything as this woman came up with her own story. There was a glint in her eyes, and Alisa had a good idea of what she was thinking - that Alisa's mother was a dwarf like her, and that she was about to get a pair of little girls to take care of herself.
"You wait right here," the woman told Alisa, setting the diaper bag on the edge of the changing table. "I think I'd better go check on her."
Alisa almost couldn't believe it. It was really happening! The thought of this normal sized woman trying to diaper Mommy was funny, though Alisa wasn't about to stick around to watch it. She still had someone outside a stall, watching her, but she had shorter legs than Mommy, and, with any luck, the two of them would trip each other up in the confusion if they tried to come after her. Immediately, she began to fumble with the latch again, this time turning to look at it as she listened to the woman's footsteps drawing closer and closer to the closed stall door.
She almost had it when she noticed a shadow falling over her a moment before she felt her hand slapped away. "Stop that, silly!" the woman scolded her. "I thought I'd better get you all diapered up first, so you don't make a mess! I don't know what I was thinking... I was being almost as silly as your mommy, huh?"
She picked the Pamper back up from the top of the diaper bag, and Alisa, at last, dared to speak. "Big girl," she pouted, keeping her voice quiet, not wanting Mommy to overhear.
"What's that? No, you aren't a big girl, you're just a baby!" the woman laughing, tickling Alisa's stomach again, starting to unfold the diaper. Alisa groaned, whining, shaking her head. To her surprise, the woman stopped. "Well... I suppose we could try Pull-Ups. If your mommy has troubles with potty training herself, she might not know how to teach you, so you could be ready..." Alisa nodded eagerly as the woman tucked the Pamper away, grabbing a Pull-Up instead. It was still a step up for her, anyway - two, really, since she'd spent that day in double diapers.
"This is just a trial run," the woman warned her, "until I see where you're at. Don't think I'll hesitate to Pamper your cute little bottom if you have too many accidents."
Alisa just kept bobbing her head, trying not to blush too obviously as the woman squirted baby lotion and powder onto her, briefly massaging it into her private parts, which didn't seem nearly as private lately, as they had been handled by far too many strangers for her liking. She forced herself to stay still, not wanting to move too much, especially since, after a day of denial, those hands on her groin felt quite nice. She couldn't think about that now, and certainly couldn't let herself get too into it, or that might somehow blow the whole story forming in this woman's head.
Finally, the woman stopped rubbing and slid Alisa's feet through the Pull-Up, pulling it up her legs and letting it snap into place. "All right, nice and safe," the woman declared, patting the front of them and smiling down at Alisa. "Now, let me go take care of your mommy. Stay right here, cutie!" She turned again, and Alisa quickly rolled over, grabbing for the strap and struggling with it, sure Clara couldn't take that much longer.
"Are you okay in there, sweetie? Do you need any help?" the woman cooed through the door.
Looking at the strap made it much easier to undo, and with a satisfying click, she was free again, sitting up and digging through the diaper bag. She grabbed the panties and fed her feet through them. They were a little tight, especially over the Pull-Up, and still a touch thicker and much fuller than what she wore back in the real world, but, even with the Pull-Up under them - as she didn't want to take the time to remove it first - they still felt like heaven after the ridiculous bulk she'd been subjected to. They felt especially nice as she squirmed in place, the tightness pushing the Pull-Ups padding against those parts the woman had just lotioned up, but she forced herself to concentrate, rather than giving in to the desire to explore that further.
While getting the panties out of the bag, she also noticed a spare pair of pink sneakers, likely for Clara, since she'd been going barefoot so far, and would probably continue that way, since she wouldn't be walking after the surgery. She was in a hurry, but if she was going to run away, they would be useful, so as the woman knocked at the stall door, she tugged on the socks that were tucked inside the shoes, then pulled on the shoes. Like the panties, they were a bit snug, but they would do.
"We're fine, leave us alone," Mommy was telling the woman, sounding quite annoyed, as Alisa finished and glanced up. The woman was still engrossed in that, though she didn't know how much longer that would go on. She looked down at the floor, which still seemed pretty far off as she sat on the edge of the table, staring down. Heights had never been her favorite thing, and the sight made her feel a little queasy, but she knew she just had to do it and get it over with. And then run like hell, because there was no way they wouldn't notice the sound of her landing.
She took a deep breath and pushed off, falling through the air, trying to brace herself for impact, and fighting to keep her eyes from closing and her throat from squealing in terror as the floor rushed up to greet her, ultimately failing at the first. She hit the floor with a thump, rolling forward before she dared open her eyes again, finding herself all jumbled up and feeling a little dazed. She forced herself to get up and make a mad dash for the door, not even daring to look back and see if anyone was following her. She slammed into the door like a linebacker, pushing it open and continuing on through the salon. She was sure everyone's eyes were on her, though nobody seemed sure what to make of her, except the woman who had styled her hair. She moved to intercept her, but Alisa ducked around her, forcing herself to run even faster as she got closer to the front door. She'd spent so much time waddling, she'd almost forgotten how much easier it was to move with only a pair of training pants between her legs.
She shoved the salon's front door open, breathing the fresh air of freedom in deep, though she didn't take the time to really savor it as she turned down the sidewalk, continuing her exodus. She had no doubt her short skirt was blowing up, giving everyone a good view of her juvenile undies, but she didn't really mind - in fact, she almost wanted to show them off anyway, to let everyone know that she wasn't a baby, although she knew that impulse was pretty childish in and of itself, especially with the Pull-Ups barely hiding beneath them. She didn't know if she was still being followed or not, she just kept running until her legs felt like they were about to give out on her, before finally ducking into a clothing store. She knew running would only draw attention to her there, so she made herself slow down to a brisk walk as she aimed for the women's section, trying to blend in among all the adult clothes, despite the silly sailor's suit she was in, not wanting any of the other shoppers to guess she was hiding from her Mommy.
It was only then that she dared glance behind her, though she didn't turn fully around, and didn't look for too long. She didn't notice anyone, but it was such a short glance that she had to turn again to be sure. The second time, she caught a glimpse of someone that might have been Mommy, making her immediately change course, moving out of the main aisle and into the maze of clothes racks, weaving in and out of them, occasionally peeking behind her, until she found a corner of the store empty of customers.
With one last look around, she ducked beneath the row of clothes hanging on the wall, crawling behind them and then pulling them in front of her. They hung down far enough that she was pretty sure nobody would see her feet beneath them, and there were enough that she could pull them tight enough together and feel reasonably sure she couldn't be seen behind them as she caught her breath as quickly and quietly as she could. After a few minutes of not seeing the clothes yanked apart by a very angry Mommy, she began slowly accepting that she had, in fact, gotten away, at least for now.
Now what was she going to do?
Alisa groaned under her breath, wanting more than anything to flail her feet, or pound her hands on the changing table, or really do anything to express her frustration, but not wanting to draw attention to herself by doing so. She couldn't believe she was being defeated so easily, by something meant only to hold toddlers in place. Of course, in this world, it was meant for bigger "babies" as well, but it still shouldn't be this difficult! She might as well have already gotten the surgery to render her hands useless for as much good as they were doing her now!
And then, with a light click, she felt the buckle come undone. It was all she could do to keep herself from sitting up, giving a little shout of excitement, but she forced herself to stay still. Mommy was still watching her, and while it was a rather big restroom for a salon, it wasn't so big that the woman couldn't rush across it and snatch her up halfway to the door, which would probably win her another spanking, or some punishment even worse. Still, she was happy that, for once in this place, something was going her way.
But would it really mean anything? The way she saw it, she had maybe a 50/50 chance of getting away while Mommy helped Clara clean up after using the bathroom and her attention was more firmly on her, if Clara even needed help. If not, or if it was too quick, Mommy would return and see the strap undone. Would that just make her angry? She might be proud of Alisa for not trying to escape while she was loose, or she might just be upset that she undid her restraint. The latter seemed more likely, to be honest.
She felt even more like throwing a tantrum, and even less like she was actually going to get away, even with her escape another step closer. At least once the surgeries were done, she would know there was no getting away, and she could accept that, she thought bitterly. She'd just sink into her role as Dolly, and that would be that. It might even be relaxing, in a way. She'd been spanked more than enough already, and if she was a good baby, maybe she could keep from earning any more. Even if Mommy turned her back on her, there was no way she could get down from the changing table without making some noise, and that would make the woman turn around, and then it would be over. 50/50 was being generous... Very generous.
And then, just as she was talking herself into snapping the buckle back into place and forgetting her whole stupid escape plan, the bathroom door opened. Her first thought was embarrassment as she looked down at herself, realizing she was lying there, half naked, her nether regions exposed and freshly wiped. When she looked away, still blushing, however, she realized that wasn't all bad, because it wasn't only her that was experiencing it. Clara's cheeks were turning red, too, as she sat on the toilet and pouted. After only a moment's hesitation, and a warning glare at Alisa, Mommy reached out and shut the stall door.
This was it! Alisa couldn't believe her good luck! She started to turn, to sit up and ready herself to jump off the table to the floor below... Only to see the woman who had come in standing right beside her. "Be careful there, sweetie!" she said, pushing Alisa onto her back again, clicking the strap back into place. "Wouldn't want you to fall out, would we? What was your mommy thinking, leaving you alone like this?"
Alisa nearly screamed. This was no fair! Why was this universe so cruel, dangling the possibility of escape in front of her, then ripping it away?
"Don't look so grumpy!" the woman said, reaching out to tickle Alisa's tummy, making the girl giggle and squirm on the changing table in surprise. "I bet your mommy's right over there, isn't she?" she asked, nodding over at the closed stall Mommy and Clara were inside. "It must have been an emergency for her to leave you here like this."
Alisa nodded, weighing her options. Should she ask this woman for help? Surely if she explained everything, she wouldn't let Mommy do this to her, would she? Though she was just a normal sized person, not a giant like Mommy, so the chances of her actually being able to do anything to stop her on her own seemed awfully slim. And it might take too long to get the woman to believe her, anyway, not to mention that the sound of her voice could draw Mommy's attention.
"Well, I'm sure she won't mind if I finish up here for her," the woman declared, bending down to pick up the diaper bag. "Let's see... Wow, this seems like a lot of stuff for one little girl! Pampers, Pull-Ups... Even big girl panties! These can't be for you, can they?" The woman held up the pink Dora panties Mommy had packed as an incentive for Clara, and Alisa's eyes went wide as she nodded enthusiastically. It had only been a day, but regular panties, even ones as childish as that, seemed like a distant dream. "Don't be silly! I think you're telling me a story! I think these Pampers are yours!" She picked one up, smiling down at Alisa, then pausing for a moment. "I'm sure they are..." she mused, "so do those Pull-Ups belong to your mommy? Does she have potty problems, too?" A look of realization came over the woman's face. "That's why she rushed off, isn't it? It's a good thing I came along, huh? You have a young mommy, don't you? One that's not ready for a baby like you because she's just a baby, too, isn't she?"
Alisa nodded again, choosing not to say anything as this woman came up with her own story. There was a glint in her eyes, and Alisa had a good idea of what she was thinking - that Alisa's mother was a dwarf like her, and that she was about to get a pair of little girls to take care of herself.
"You wait right here," the woman told Alisa, setting the diaper bag on the edge of the changing table. "I think I'd better go check on her."
Alisa almost couldn't believe it. It was really happening! The thought of this normal sized woman trying to diaper Mommy was funny, though Alisa wasn't about to stick around to watch it. She still had someone outside a stall, watching her, but she had shorter legs than Mommy, and, with any luck, the two of them would trip each other up in the confusion if they tried to come after her. Immediately, she began to fumble with the latch again, this time turning to look at it as she listened to the woman's footsteps drawing closer and closer to the closed stall door.
She almost had it when she noticed a shadow falling over her a moment before she felt her hand slapped away. "Stop that, silly!" the woman scolded her. "I thought I'd better get you all diapered up first, so you don't make a mess! I don't know what I was thinking... I was being almost as silly as your mommy, huh?"
She picked the Pamper back up from the top of the diaper bag, and Alisa, at last, dared to speak. "Big girl," she pouted, keeping her voice quiet, not wanting Mommy to overhear.
"What's that? No, you aren't a big girl, you're just a baby!" the woman laughing, tickling Alisa's stomach again, starting to unfold the diaper. Alisa groaned, whining, shaking her head. To her surprise, the woman stopped. "Well... I suppose we could try Pull-Ups. If your mommy has troubles with potty training herself, she might not know how to teach you, so you could be ready..." Alisa nodded eagerly as the woman tucked the Pamper away, grabbing a Pull-Up instead. It was still a step up for her, anyway - two, really, since she'd spent that day in double diapers.
"This is just a trial run," the woman warned her, "until I see where you're at. Don't think I'll hesitate to Pamper your cute little bottom if you have too many accidents."
Alisa just kept bobbing her head, trying not to blush too obviously as the woman squirted baby lotion and powder onto her, briefly massaging it into her private parts, which didn't seem nearly as private lately, as they had been handled by far too many strangers for her liking. She forced herself to stay still, not wanting to move too much, especially since, after a day of denial, those hands on her groin felt quite nice. She couldn't think about that now, and certainly couldn't let herself get too into it, or that might somehow blow the whole story forming in this woman's head.
Finally, the woman stopped rubbing and slid Alisa's feet through the Pull-Up, pulling it up her legs and letting it snap into place. "All right, nice and safe," the woman declared, patting the front of them and smiling down at Alisa. "Now, let me go take care of your mommy. Stay right here, cutie!" She turned again, and Alisa quickly rolled over, grabbing for the strap and struggling with it, sure Clara couldn't take that much longer.
"Are you okay in there, sweetie? Do you need any help?" the woman cooed through the door.
Looking at the strap made it much easier to undo, and with a satisfying click, she was free again, sitting up and digging through the diaper bag. She grabbed the panties and fed her feet through them. They were a little tight, especially over the Pull-Up, and still a touch thicker and much fuller than what she wore back in the real world, but, even with the Pull-Up under them - as she didn't want to take the time to remove it first - they still felt like heaven after the ridiculous bulk she'd been subjected to. They felt especially nice as she squirmed in place, the tightness pushing the Pull-Ups padding against those parts the woman had just lotioned up, but she forced herself to concentrate, rather than giving in to the desire to explore that further.
While getting the panties out of the bag, she also noticed a spare pair of pink sneakers, likely for Clara, since she'd been going barefoot so far, and would probably continue that way, since she wouldn't be walking after the surgery. She was in a hurry, but if she was going to run away, they would be useful, so as the woman knocked at the stall door, she tugged on the socks that were tucked inside the shoes, then pulled on the shoes. Like the panties, they were a bit snug, but they would do.
"We're fine, leave us alone," Mommy was telling the woman, sounding quite annoyed, as Alisa finished and glanced up. The woman was still engrossed in that, though she didn't know how much longer that would go on. She looked down at the floor, which still seemed pretty far off as she sat on the edge of the table, staring down. Heights had never been her favorite thing, and the sight made her feel a little queasy, but she knew she just had to do it and get it over with. And then run like hell, because there was no way they wouldn't notice the sound of her landing.
She took a deep breath and pushed off, falling through the air, trying to brace herself for impact, and fighting to keep her eyes from closing and her throat from squealing in terror as the floor rushed up to greet her, ultimately failing at the first. She hit the floor with a thump, rolling forward before she dared open her eyes again, finding herself all jumbled up and feeling a little dazed. She forced herself to get up and make a mad dash for the door, not even daring to look back and see if anyone was following her. She slammed into the door like a linebacker, pushing it open and continuing on through the salon. She was sure everyone's eyes were on her, though nobody seemed sure what to make of her, except the woman who had styled her hair. She moved to intercept her, but Alisa ducked around her, forcing herself to run even faster as she got closer to the front door. She'd spent so much time waddling, she'd almost forgotten how much easier it was to move with only a pair of training pants between her legs.
She shoved the salon's front door open, breathing the fresh air of freedom in deep, though she didn't take the time to really savor it as she turned down the sidewalk, continuing her exodus. She had no doubt her short skirt was blowing up, giving everyone a good view of her juvenile undies, but she didn't really mind - in fact, she almost wanted to show them off anyway, to let everyone know that she wasn't a baby, although she knew that impulse was pretty childish in and of itself, especially with the Pull-Ups barely hiding beneath them. She didn't know if she was still being followed or not, she just kept running until her legs felt like they were about to give out on her, before finally ducking into a clothing store. She knew running would only draw attention to her there, so she made herself slow down to a brisk walk as she aimed for the women's section, trying to blend in among all the adult clothes, despite the silly sailor's suit she was in, not wanting any of the other shoppers to guess she was hiding from her Mommy.
It was only then that she dared glance behind her, though she didn't turn fully around, and didn't look for too long. She didn't notice anyone, but it was such a short glance that she had to turn again to be sure. The second time, she caught a glimpse of someone that might have been Mommy, making her immediately change course, moving out of the main aisle and into the maze of clothes racks, weaving in and out of them, occasionally peeking behind her, until she found a corner of the store empty of customers.
With one last look around, she ducked beneath the row of clothes hanging on the wall, crawling behind them and then pulling them in front of her. They hung down far enough that she was pretty sure nobody would see her feet beneath them, and there were enough that she could pull them tight enough together and feel reasonably sure she couldn't be seen behind them as she caught her breath as quickly and quietly as she could. After a few minutes of not seeing the clothes yanked apart by a very angry Mommy, she began slowly accepting that she had, in fact, gotten away, at least for now.
Now what was she going to do?
Monday, June 10, 2013
Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 14
Chapter 14 - Makeover
Alisa unhappily looked up at the approaching bathroom sign. Normally, that would have been an all-too-welcome sight, but now it only made her feel more frantic, and more annoyed at Mommy. It had been long enough since the big mess that she could go again, but she hadn't even started feeling the pressure that signalled she was starting to get close to having an accident. She was sure she could last a while like this, clean and dry - though the dryness was sure to be fixed before too long, as well.
For a moment, she wondered if she could get around this dilemma by simply wetting herself. She hadn't told Clara what she needed to do, so that could work, as far as the girl was concerned. But Mommy had told her to do more than that, and had certainly seemed to mean it. After spending the morning in whatever fake mess had been put in her diaper, the pain from her spankings had dulled a bit, and she was in no hurry to give Mommy an excuse to make it worse anytime soon. She also didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in a dirty diaper, however, even if this one couldn't possibly be as full, after that morning, either.
What it boiled down to, she realized, was how much she had accepted her new role. If she really was ready to just give up and spend her time here as a babydoll for a toddler, then she should just do it; if she had the guts to keep fighting, she shouldn't. She tried to think of what a character from a story would do now, because it was obvious that she should do the opposite, whatever that was. They never won, no matter what. In the end, they were always still in diapers, usually still trapped. If she couldn't convince Dr. Bremer to help her, she might be in this world a long time, and she needed to give more thought to the long-term consequences of her actions.
Unfortunately, before she could decide on what she wanted to do, it was already too late. "Do you want to hold the door open for us?" she heard Mommy ask, looking up from her thoughts to realize that she had been talking to Clara, who was more than happy to help, scurrying forward and pushing open the door. Mommy bent over and hissed in Alisa's ear, "You are going to regret this when we get home, Dolly. Mess yourself now!"
Alisa opened her mouth to apologize, but all that came out was a shocked gasp as she felt her innards contract. Her eyes widened and her hands shot to the rear of her diaper as she felt herself begin to follow her orders automatically, something that only seemed to intensify as her hands touched the diaper cover. She hadn't even given it a second thought - as soon as Mommy had told her directly to go, she had begun doing so, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"What are you doing, Dolly?" Mommy asked loudly, pushing up the back of Alisa's dress and tugging on her diaper. "Oh, Dolly! We were right there! Come on back, Clara, Dolly couldn't make it!"
"Dolly!" Clara admonished, parroting her mother's scolding tone. "Bad girl! You almost made it to the potty! You just had to hold it another minute!"
"She's just a baby," Mommy reminded Clara. "Come on, we might as well get going."
"Shouldn't we change her?" Clara asked, watching Alisa continue to squirm and fill her diaper with the warm mush.
"No, I don't think it's too bad," Mommy shrugged it off. "She can wait. Can't you, Dolly?" Alisa meekly nodded her head, even though she would have liked almost nothing more than the chance to get a clean diaper again. She'd gotten to wear this one for such a short time... It wasn't fair!
She was still sulking about it as she was strapped into her car seat. With the load in her pants, the tight strap only made her feel more gross and uncomfortable, though given how many times she'd gotten close to relief and been denied it lately, even that turned her on just a tiny bit. At least until Mommy began to talk to Clara.
"So, Clara... I was thinking. Dolly clearly isn't ready for potty training, is she?"
Alisa squirmed as Clara looked over at her, giggling. "Nuh-uh!"
"She was supposed to help you, but she's just no good at it at all, huh? She's just a baby! So I was thinking... Maybe we should make her more of a baby. It would just take one little surgery, and she'd have to crawl. Wouldn't that be fun? I'm sure she won't be taller than you for long, but if she couldn't stand, then she wouldn't seem taller than you even now! Would you like that?"
"Hey, wait..." Alisa squeaked anxiously. She couldn't really mean that, could she?
"Yeah!" Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"And while we're there, we could fix her hands, too... She's always trying to do stuff for herself, and she was even doing something naughty with them last night." Mommy shot Alisa a look that made her freeze and blush, realizing that at least Mommy, and possibly Emily, had known what she had been up to. Was that what Emily had told Mommy? "Why don't you show Clara what you did, Dolly?"
Alisa blushed deeper. "No, please," she whimpered. Here, in a messy diaper, as she listened to how this woman was planning on crippling her, she had no desire to touch herself at all.
"Did you say no to me?" Mommy demanded. "Do it, now!"
Alisa's hands shot to her diaper, but before she could rub it, or even start to decide if she would go through with it or not, she felt her bladder give way, emptying itself into her dirty diaper as she gasped.
"Dolly, you're not s'posed to touch your diaper!" Clara reminded her. "Naughty girl!"
"That's right," Mommy nodded, satisfied. "So another little surgery would keep her from being able to do that, or pick up anything for herself... She would have no choice but to let us feed her, and help her play, and do everything for her! She would be just like a little baby. And you know what else would help with that?"
"Come on," Alisa whimpered, tugging helplessly on the car seat strap. How far was she going to take this? She'd seen a few shady looking doctor's offices that she had no doubt specialized in things like this, and she had very little doubt that Mommy would go through with it. She had never felt more trapped.
"She's having an awfully hard time learning to to say no," Mommy continued, seemingly ignoring Alisa's protest for the time being. "And she's getting pretty whiny, too. But that wouldn't be as bad if she just cooed and cried like a real little baby, would it? I bet it would be much cuter. And so simple..."
"Please, don't," Alisa begged, sniffling. If they actually went through with all that, she really would be trapped. She'd have no hope of changing Dr. Bremer's mind, ever, not if she couldn't talk to the woman, or even hold a crayon well enough to write a note to her. "Please..."
"By the end of the day, Dolly will be the perfect little baby doll," Mommy declared with a smile, slowing the car. "The first step is getting her the perfect hair." She pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car, getting out and gathering up the diaper bag and her two charges, one of whom was starting to feel queasy at what was going to happen to her.
"Mommy, please, you can't do this to me..." Alisa pleaded, tugging against Mommy's grip.
But, now that she had come to the decision that Alisa would be losing her ability to speak, Mommy seemed to have decided that she wasn't listening to anything she said up until then, either. She had apparently made an appointment, as the three of them were taken right back, Clara and Alisa plopped down side by side in salon chairs. Clara was just getting a trim, though she seemed quite excited at even that, as Mommy quietly discussed her plans for Alisa's hair with her amused hairdresser. Desperately, Alisa tried scooting forward out of the chair once or twice, but Mommy always saw her, stopping her by reaching out to grab her arm and drag her back up in her seat.
Finally, Mommy stopped talking, and the hairdresser got to work, spinning the chair around so Alisa couldn't see the mirror, but Mommy could see, and approve, everything. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she said to Alisa as she got set up. "And you'll be even cuter when we're done with you!" The woman began, cutting away at Alisa's hair. In the real world, Alisa had tended to keep her hair long, and while it had been a bit shorter in this world, it still had a fair bit of length to it. That apparently wasn't going to work for Mommy's plans, however, as the hairdresser just kept hacking away more and more hair, until Alisa was sure she had to be bald. It was rather disheartening, looking around the chair, seeing the remains of her lovely locks scattered around beneath her.
At last, the woman put down the scissors, but she wasn't done yet. Alisa squirmed in her squishy Pamper as the woman began dividing up Alisa's hair, then spreading something over it. Clara had finished by then, and was sitting on Mommy's lap, watching eagerly. Alisa had no idea what was going on, which made her almost as uncomfortable as being the center of attention like this. After what felt like an eternity, her hair was rinsed out and dried, and they started on the next step, rubbing more stuff into her hair. After another wait, as the stylist wrapped her hair around little rods, she began to realize what was going on. With everything else, she had forgotten that Mommy had mentioned getting her a perm. Even now, it seemed like the least of her worries, as she fretted about how she could possibly get out of what was likely to happen to her at the next stop.
After another age or two, when they were all done tweaking her hair, she was allowed to see it. It was a rather shocking transformation; she nearly couldn't believe she was looking at herself. Before, she'd had long, straight, light brown hair. Now, it was blond, short, and curled into bouncy ringlets that made her look like Shirley Temple, or, appropriately enough, a doll. "It's just the right length to pull into cute little ponytails," the stylist suggested, doing so with her fingers, "once it's set, of course."
"Don't you look sweet?" Mommy cooed as she scooted Alisa off the chair. "Say thank you, Dolly."
"Th-thank you," Alisa blushed. She felt like an entirely different person was staring at her from the mirrors, one that truly belonged in this world.
"Now, before we go on to our next stop, maybe it's time to get you changed." Alisa wasn't about to argue with that, if for no other reason than it would delay the inevitable. Mommy led her to the bathroom, which, of course, came equipped with a rather large changing table that folded down out of the wall. After spreading a changing pad over it, Mommy lifted Alisa up onto it, strapping her into place and beginning to untape her diapers.
"Mommy, I can't see!" Clara complained from the floor below the table, getting up on her tiptoes every now and then. "I wanna help!"
"I know you do, sweetie, but the floor here might be dirty. You can change her when we get home, okay? I'm sure she'll need it again." Mommy did her best to reassure the girl, but Clara was still upset over not getting to play with her Dolly right then, bouncing in place and trying to see what was going on... Or, rather, that was what Alisa assumed was happening at first, until she realized something.
She knew she might be overstepping her bounds as the doll, and the baby, but a plan was rapidly forming in her mind. After all, she had been supposed to help potty train this girl, hadn't she? "Do you need to go potty, Clara?" she asked, waiting until Mommy had finished cleaning her, sliding the old diapers out from under her and throwing them away. She did her very best to keep her hand from wandering too close to the latch on the strap, but in her anxiety to get out of this place, she could feel it quivering slightly - hopefully not too noticeably.
"No..." Clara answered uncertainly, but when Mommy looked over at her, she changed her tune, obviously knowing she couldn't fool her. "Maybe..."
"You didn't already have an accident, did you?" Mommy asked, and Clara shook her head. "Why don't you go now?" she asked, nodding over to the stall. "I'm right here."
Alisa watched the exchange, starting to shake nervously as she prayed for the right response. She got silence, which worked just as well.
"Can you wait until I'm done?" Clara nodded, but it was obvious she wasn't really all that confident. "I suppose Dolly can wait here for a minute," Mommy said, to Alisa's enormous relief. She fixed Alisa with a glare, then turned, ushering Clara into the nearest stall. As soon as her back was turned, Alisa's hand shot out and began sweatily pawing at the buckle holding her in place.
She froze again once Mommy had tugged down Clara's Pull-Up and lifted her onto the toilet, then turned around to watch Alisa through the open stall door. Alisa had been banking on her shutting the door. She didn't dare turn to look at the fiendishly complicated feeling latch that was keeping her from freedom, not wanting to tip her hand. She slowly began moving her fingers again, sure Mommy couldn't see that from where she was. Even so, if she did get the strap undone, she was beginning to worry she wouldn't be able to make it to the door before getting intercepted, not with Mommy watching.
She felt like bursting into tears, but that was bound to give away her game as well. She was so close... So close to getting away, to freeing herself from the horrible future this giant woman had planned for her, starting once they left this bathroom. She supposed she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, but it had been the only idea she had. What else was left for her to do but give in and accept her fate? She was never getting home, and she would be spending the rest of her life in this place as a helpless adult baby. And with each passing second, it was looking more and more like there was nothing she could do about either of those things.
Alisa unhappily looked up at the approaching bathroom sign. Normally, that would have been an all-too-welcome sight, but now it only made her feel more frantic, and more annoyed at Mommy. It had been long enough since the big mess that she could go again, but she hadn't even started feeling the pressure that signalled she was starting to get close to having an accident. She was sure she could last a while like this, clean and dry - though the dryness was sure to be fixed before too long, as well.
For a moment, she wondered if she could get around this dilemma by simply wetting herself. She hadn't told Clara what she needed to do, so that could work, as far as the girl was concerned. But Mommy had told her to do more than that, and had certainly seemed to mean it. After spending the morning in whatever fake mess had been put in her diaper, the pain from her spankings had dulled a bit, and she was in no hurry to give Mommy an excuse to make it worse anytime soon. She also didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in a dirty diaper, however, even if this one couldn't possibly be as full, after that morning, either.
What it boiled down to, she realized, was how much she had accepted her new role. If she really was ready to just give up and spend her time here as a babydoll for a toddler, then she should just do it; if she had the guts to keep fighting, she shouldn't. She tried to think of what a character from a story would do now, because it was obvious that she should do the opposite, whatever that was. They never won, no matter what. In the end, they were always still in diapers, usually still trapped. If she couldn't convince Dr. Bremer to help her, she might be in this world a long time, and she needed to give more thought to the long-term consequences of her actions.
Unfortunately, before she could decide on what she wanted to do, it was already too late. "Do you want to hold the door open for us?" she heard Mommy ask, looking up from her thoughts to realize that she had been talking to Clara, who was more than happy to help, scurrying forward and pushing open the door. Mommy bent over and hissed in Alisa's ear, "You are going to regret this when we get home, Dolly. Mess yourself now!"
Alisa opened her mouth to apologize, but all that came out was a shocked gasp as she felt her innards contract. Her eyes widened and her hands shot to the rear of her diaper as she felt herself begin to follow her orders automatically, something that only seemed to intensify as her hands touched the diaper cover. She hadn't even given it a second thought - as soon as Mommy had told her directly to go, she had begun doing so, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"What are you doing, Dolly?" Mommy asked loudly, pushing up the back of Alisa's dress and tugging on her diaper. "Oh, Dolly! We were right there! Come on back, Clara, Dolly couldn't make it!"
"Dolly!" Clara admonished, parroting her mother's scolding tone. "Bad girl! You almost made it to the potty! You just had to hold it another minute!"
"She's just a baby," Mommy reminded Clara. "Come on, we might as well get going."
"Shouldn't we change her?" Clara asked, watching Alisa continue to squirm and fill her diaper with the warm mush.
"No, I don't think it's too bad," Mommy shrugged it off. "She can wait. Can't you, Dolly?" Alisa meekly nodded her head, even though she would have liked almost nothing more than the chance to get a clean diaper again. She'd gotten to wear this one for such a short time... It wasn't fair!
She was still sulking about it as she was strapped into her car seat. With the load in her pants, the tight strap only made her feel more gross and uncomfortable, though given how many times she'd gotten close to relief and been denied it lately, even that turned her on just a tiny bit. At least until Mommy began to talk to Clara.
"So, Clara... I was thinking. Dolly clearly isn't ready for potty training, is she?"
Alisa squirmed as Clara looked over at her, giggling. "Nuh-uh!"
"She was supposed to help you, but she's just no good at it at all, huh? She's just a baby! So I was thinking... Maybe we should make her more of a baby. It would just take one little surgery, and she'd have to crawl. Wouldn't that be fun? I'm sure she won't be taller than you for long, but if she couldn't stand, then she wouldn't seem taller than you even now! Would you like that?"
"Hey, wait..." Alisa squeaked anxiously. She couldn't really mean that, could she?
"Yeah!" Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"And while we're there, we could fix her hands, too... She's always trying to do stuff for herself, and she was even doing something naughty with them last night." Mommy shot Alisa a look that made her freeze and blush, realizing that at least Mommy, and possibly Emily, had known what she had been up to. Was that what Emily had told Mommy? "Why don't you show Clara what you did, Dolly?"
Alisa blushed deeper. "No, please," she whimpered. Here, in a messy diaper, as she listened to how this woman was planning on crippling her, she had no desire to touch herself at all.
"Did you say no to me?" Mommy demanded. "Do it, now!"
Alisa's hands shot to her diaper, but before she could rub it, or even start to decide if she would go through with it or not, she felt her bladder give way, emptying itself into her dirty diaper as she gasped.
"Dolly, you're not s'posed to touch your diaper!" Clara reminded her. "Naughty girl!"
"That's right," Mommy nodded, satisfied. "So another little surgery would keep her from being able to do that, or pick up anything for herself... She would have no choice but to let us feed her, and help her play, and do everything for her! She would be just like a little baby. And you know what else would help with that?"
"Come on," Alisa whimpered, tugging helplessly on the car seat strap. How far was she going to take this? She'd seen a few shady looking doctor's offices that she had no doubt specialized in things like this, and she had very little doubt that Mommy would go through with it. She had never felt more trapped.
"She's having an awfully hard time learning to to say no," Mommy continued, seemingly ignoring Alisa's protest for the time being. "And she's getting pretty whiny, too. But that wouldn't be as bad if she just cooed and cried like a real little baby, would it? I bet it would be much cuter. And so simple..."
"Please, don't," Alisa begged, sniffling. If they actually went through with all that, she really would be trapped. She'd have no hope of changing Dr. Bremer's mind, ever, not if she couldn't talk to the woman, or even hold a crayon well enough to write a note to her. "Please..."
"By the end of the day, Dolly will be the perfect little baby doll," Mommy declared with a smile, slowing the car. "The first step is getting her the perfect hair." She pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car, getting out and gathering up the diaper bag and her two charges, one of whom was starting to feel queasy at what was going to happen to her.
"Mommy, please, you can't do this to me..." Alisa pleaded, tugging against Mommy's grip.
But, now that she had come to the decision that Alisa would be losing her ability to speak, Mommy seemed to have decided that she wasn't listening to anything she said up until then, either. She had apparently made an appointment, as the three of them were taken right back, Clara and Alisa plopped down side by side in salon chairs. Clara was just getting a trim, though she seemed quite excited at even that, as Mommy quietly discussed her plans for Alisa's hair with her amused hairdresser. Desperately, Alisa tried scooting forward out of the chair once or twice, but Mommy always saw her, stopping her by reaching out to grab her arm and drag her back up in her seat.
Finally, Mommy stopped talking, and the hairdresser got to work, spinning the chair around so Alisa couldn't see the mirror, but Mommy could see, and approve, everything. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she said to Alisa as she got set up. "And you'll be even cuter when we're done with you!" The woman began, cutting away at Alisa's hair. In the real world, Alisa had tended to keep her hair long, and while it had been a bit shorter in this world, it still had a fair bit of length to it. That apparently wasn't going to work for Mommy's plans, however, as the hairdresser just kept hacking away more and more hair, until Alisa was sure she had to be bald. It was rather disheartening, looking around the chair, seeing the remains of her lovely locks scattered around beneath her.
At last, the woman put down the scissors, but she wasn't done yet. Alisa squirmed in her squishy Pamper as the woman began dividing up Alisa's hair, then spreading something over it. Clara had finished by then, and was sitting on Mommy's lap, watching eagerly. Alisa had no idea what was going on, which made her almost as uncomfortable as being the center of attention like this. After what felt like an eternity, her hair was rinsed out and dried, and they started on the next step, rubbing more stuff into her hair. After another wait, as the stylist wrapped her hair around little rods, she began to realize what was going on. With everything else, she had forgotten that Mommy had mentioned getting her a perm. Even now, it seemed like the least of her worries, as she fretted about how she could possibly get out of what was likely to happen to her at the next stop.
After another age or two, when they were all done tweaking her hair, she was allowed to see it. It was a rather shocking transformation; she nearly couldn't believe she was looking at herself. Before, she'd had long, straight, light brown hair. Now, it was blond, short, and curled into bouncy ringlets that made her look like Shirley Temple, or, appropriately enough, a doll. "It's just the right length to pull into cute little ponytails," the stylist suggested, doing so with her fingers, "once it's set, of course."
"Don't you look sweet?" Mommy cooed as she scooted Alisa off the chair. "Say thank you, Dolly."
"Th-thank you," Alisa blushed. She felt like an entirely different person was staring at her from the mirrors, one that truly belonged in this world.
"Now, before we go on to our next stop, maybe it's time to get you changed." Alisa wasn't about to argue with that, if for no other reason than it would delay the inevitable. Mommy led her to the bathroom, which, of course, came equipped with a rather large changing table that folded down out of the wall. After spreading a changing pad over it, Mommy lifted Alisa up onto it, strapping her into place and beginning to untape her diapers.
"Mommy, I can't see!" Clara complained from the floor below the table, getting up on her tiptoes every now and then. "I wanna help!"
"I know you do, sweetie, but the floor here might be dirty. You can change her when we get home, okay? I'm sure she'll need it again." Mommy did her best to reassure the girl, but Clara was still upset over not getting to play with her Dolly right then, bouncing in place and trying to see what was going on... Or, rather, that was what Alisa assumed was happening at first, until she realized something.
She knew she might be overstepping her bounds as the doll, and the baby, but a plan was rapidly forming in her mind. After all, she had been supposed to help potty train this girl, hadn't she? "Do you need to go potty, Clara?" she asked, waiting until Mommy had finished cleaning her, sliding the old diapers out from under her and throwing them away. She did her very best to keep her hand from wandering too close to the latch on the strap, but in her anxiety to get out of this place, she could feel it quivering slightly - hopefully not too noticeably.
"No..." Clara answered uncertainly, but when Mommy looked over at her, she changed her tune, obviously knowing she couldn't fool her. "Maybe..."
"You didn't already have an accident, did you?" Mommy asked, and Clara shook her head. "Why don't you go now?" she asked, nodding over to the stall. "I'm right here."
Alisa watched the exchange, starting to shake nervously as she prayed for the right response. She got silence, which worked just as well.
"Can you wait until I'm done?" Clara nodded, but it was obvious she wasn't really all that confident. "I suppose Dolly can wait here for a minute," Mommy said, to Alisa's enormous relief. She fixed Alisa with a glare, then turned, ushering Clara into the nearest stall. As soon as her back was turned, Alisa's hand shot out and began sweatily pawing at the buckle holding her in place.
She froze again once Mommy had tugged down Clara's Pull-Up and lifted her onto the toilet, then turned around to watch Alisa through the open stall door. Alisa had been banking on her shutting the door. She didn't dare turn to look at the fiendishly complicated feeling latch that was keeping her from freedom, not wanting to tip her hand. She slowly began moving her fingers again, sure Mommy couldn't see that from where she was. Even so, if she did get the strap undone, she was beginning to worry she wouldn't be able to make it to the door before getting intercepted, not with Mommy watching.
She felt like bursting into tears, but that was bound to give away her game as well. She was so close... So close to getting away, to freeing herself from the horrible future this giant woman had planned for her, starting once they left this bathroom. She supposed she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, but it had been the only idea she had. What else was left for her to do but give in and accept her fate? She was never getting home, and she would be spending the rest of her life in this place as a helpless adult baby. And with each passing second, it was looking more and more like there was nothing she could do about either of those things.
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