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  1. Great start 🙂 I love to see stories going into the background more. I just started writing one with an increased age of majority too. Not sure yet if/where to post that one.
  2. To me, I think it depends where the heart of the story is. If the story is about someone turning into a baby, the mechanism (whether hypnosis, medicine, or magic) needs subtlety, consistent rules, and some kind of tension over whether it will work. If the story is about character development and how it affects the character's life, it's okay for the mechanism to be handwaved magic because it's only there to facilitate the drama between a character and their friends. In a couple of my stories (such as Unexpected Daddy and The Littlest Intern), the tension is the little's nerves about sharing this side of her life with someone new, and a Daddy's attempts to understand something they've never heard of before. The hypnosis only exists to facilitate those meetings, so it may as well be magic. Hope that makes some kind of sense 🙂 And thanks for the feedback.
  3. Chapter 4/4: A New Beginning The following morning, Sammy awoke to the gentle rays of the sun streaming through her window. As she stirred from her slumber, she became aware of a warm, weighty sensation. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realised that her diaper was wet from the night before. Surprise washed over her for a moment. She hadn't woken up like that since she was a baby, and it was another new feeling. One that reminded her how safe it was to be a baby, and how free she felt. She was just wondering what to do now, as she didn’t have any clean diapers to change into, when the door opened and her mother walked in. The expression on her face wavered between astonishment and concern, and Sammy didn’t know what to say to her. "Sammy, why are you wearing a diaper?" her mother asked, her voice reflecting her surprise. And then when Sammy couldn’t find the words to her answer, she continued “Never mind that for now. You need a change before anything else. I could smell you from the next room! Will you need another diaper? Do you have changing supplies? Fine, I’ll run to the drugstore and be right back. And then you can tell me all about this.” Sammy sighed. Simple questions, that she could answer by nodding or shaking her head, were the easy ones. But she didn’t know if her mother would understand about the club without going there. It wasn’t long before her mother returned with a new pack of adult diapers, though they sadly weren’t as cute as the ones from the club. She had baby wipes and powder as well, and launched into changing Sammy without needing any more prompting. "You know, Sammy, this experience is surprisingly nostalgic," her mother said as she carefully attended to the task. “Makes me feel like the last twenty years were just a dream. Does it feel that way for you?” “It’s relaxing,” Sammy said eventually. “Sometimes things are super stressful, taking responsibility for everything. Wendy told me it can be healthy to relive some of your childhood.” “Well, if anyone understands psychology it’s that girl. I’ll trust her judgement. And while I might not really understand it, I’ll try to accept your choice.” As they concluded the conversation, Sammy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and understanding from her mother. It was a step toward accepting the unique journey Sammy had undertaken, a journey that had brought her both relaxation and a newfound sense of liberation. Before long she was all clean, ready to go out and face the world again. And deep down, she hoped that her brief foray into babyhood had left her emotionally refreshed and ready to face whatever the world threw at her as an adult. Later in the day, Sammy found herself strolling through the bustling aisles of a nearby mall, feeling the reassuring familiarity of her typical self returning. The crowds, the stores, and the everyday sounds provided a contrast to the unique experiences she had encountered in the club. She was glad to have that confirmation that she could still act like herself, and that her strange experience wouldn’t interfere with her normal life. As she moved through the mall, her gaze fell upon her friend, Lisa, a lively and vivacious young woman with a distinctive flair for fashion. Lisa had a vibrant personality, known for her quick wit and infectious laughter. Her brightly coloured outfit and a cascade of accessories were a testament to her creative style. Sammy couldn't help but smile as she approached her friend. "Hey, Lisa, it's great to see you!" Lisa's eyes lit up as she turned to Sammy. "Sammy! It's been ages! How have you been?" They shared a warm hug and began catching up with one another. Their conversation flowed easily, covering topics from work and hobbies to recent movies they had seen. It was a conversation between good friends, marked by shared laughter and a genuine connection. As they chatted, Sammy couldn't help but contemplate bringing up the subject of her recent experiences at the club. She wanted a second opinion, but the words eluded her. Of course, if anyone could advise her on how best to put that experience behind her and stop worrying about it, it would have been Wendy, who looked forward to being a psychiatrist. But Wendy wouldn’t understand Sammy’s choice, and she was too embarrassed to describe the situation to Lisa. Instead, they made small talk and revelled in the comfort of each other's presence, relishing the joy of ordinary conversation with a dear friend. As expected, Lisa soon shifted the conversation toward her job search after finishing school. "It's been a bit of a whirlwind, Sammy," Lisa began. "I've been sending out applications like crazy, trying to find the right fit. It's all so new and exciting, but it can also be a bit overwhelming." Sammy nodded empathetically. "I can imagine. Finding that first job can be a rollercoaster. Have you had any promising leads?" Lisa's face lit up as she responded, "Well, I did get an interview at a marketing firm downtown, so that's something. But honestly, I'm still figuring it all out. How about you?" “Nothing so far. But I’ll find something.” “Yeah. But I’ve got rejection letters coming out of my ears…” As Lisa continued to share the details of her job hunt, Sammy began to feel that funny feeling in her tummy. She recognized it immediately, and felt a little pride in that: she knew instantly that she was about to wet her diaper, and she hoped that Lisa wouldn’t notice. As she listened to Lisa's stories, Sammy couldn't help but revel in the sensation of peeing her diaper, a quiet reminder of what a baby she was. It was a delightful secret that only she could understand, and Lisa remained entirely unaware. It really did feel wonderful to be reminded that she was a baby, at any time and in any place. She looked forward to visiting the club again, but at the same time she believed it could be even better if she could share her unique experiences with her friend. A plan began to form in Sammy's mind. She recognized that Lisa was going through a stressful time and that being a baby could potentially offer relief. However, she understood that mentioning baby-related matters too soon might put her friend off. As they continued their conversation, Sammy couldn't help but think about how to introduce Lisa to the club. She realised it would be quieter at this time of day, making it possible for Lisa to watch the introductory video before encountering the other babies. Once the video explained it, Sammy was sure her friend would understand. With a sense of excitement building, Sammy finally broached the topic. "You know, Wendy showed me a video recently about a really good way to reduce stress. It's something different, but I think it could help you too." Lisa's curiosity was piqued, and she looked at Sammy with interest. "What is it?" Sammy smiled, feeling a surge of happiness at the thought of sharing her newfound joy with her friend. "I can't explain it just now, but if you come with me, I’ll show you. The video explains it much better than I could, and I promise I won’t push you if you decide you don’t want to try it. What do you say?" “Yeah, I guess,” Lisa said with a shrug, and Sammy led the way towards apartment 27B. Sammy couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement as she returned to the place where her life had changed. She looked forward to the moment when she would introduce her friend to the joy of being a baby, feeling a profound sense of pride at sharing this unique world with someone she cared about. So… what do you think of that story? How does my interpretation compare to the original? Is there anything I lost? And are there any other stories you would like to see me polish up in the same way?
  4. Chapter 3/4: Playtime and Reflection As Sammy squirmed delightedly in her wet diaper, the words on the screen prompted her to picture a baby, diapered and carefree, as they playfully filled their diaper. Sammy hesitated for a moment, contemplating the boundaries she was willing to cross within this extraordinary club. As she thought about the baby in her mind, she began to comprehend how this unusual behaviour was a means for some club members to feel even more free and childish. She understood the sense of liberation that came with such unconventional playacting and the release of societal norms. Sammy could now fathom why some participants in the club chose to take it to this level. It was a form of breaking free from the restraints of adulthood, a way to revel in the joys of infancy without inhibition. Yet, in her own unique experience, Sammy felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment without going that far. She realised that she could enjoy this distinctive environment and embrace the childlike spirit of the club without necessarily being a complete baby. As the screen's suggestion lingered, Sammy decided to stay true to her own comfort zone. She wouldn't go to the same lengths as some others, but she found solace in the sense of playfulness and liberation she had already discovered. It was a peculiar and liberating experience, allowing her to navigate the enigmatic landscapes of the club in her own way. And even now she had reached her limit, she was glad that she had chosen to become a baby. "Can you imagine that pressure in the baby's tummy? That means you need to poop. Babies love pooping in their diapers, don't they?" Sammy didn't need to think about her response anymore. Not thinking was one of the most fun things about being a baby. Even if it wasn’t something she would do herself, everybody knew that babies pooped in their diapers, and she could imagine it so clearly. So she nodded energetically, happy to be sure she had the right answer. "Babies poop in their diapers. And you're a baby, aren't you? So poop in your diaper." Sammy nodded again, realising just how logical and irrefutable it was. Of course she was a baby, so it was obvious that she loved pooping in her diaper. It sounded so obvious when the words came together like that, but she just hadn’t understood it before. So she sighed with acceptance and pushed a little, the mess swelling the seat of her diaper. In this peculiar context, the act was accompanied by a sense of liberation and childlike glee, much like the baby she had previously envisioned. As she embraced the whimsical and unconventional journey, she marvelled at the fascinating blend of playfulness and freedom that enveloped her in the world of the club. "Because you're so happy to be a baby, you'll be able to feel like this whenever you return. At the club, you will play completely like a baby, and only have big-girl thoughts if someone else needs your encouragement to feel like the baby they are." The words resonated within Sammy, and she couldn't help but find herself looking forward to the idea. It was a unique and captivating proposition. The club had become a place where she could fully embrace her childlike spirit, free from the burdens of adulthood. In this whimsical world, she would play like a baby and revel in the pure joy of being carefree. Only when someone else required her encouragement would her big-girl thoughts emerge, a role she felt privileged to fulfil. As Sammy contemplated the promise of returning to the club, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. It was a place where she could shed her adult worries and lose herself in the world of a baby, and that prospect brought her a deep sense of contentment. With the club's mysterious allure, Sammy eagerly looked forward to future visits, where she would immerse herself in the world of childlike playfulness, relishing the joy of being a baby, with no worries to hold her back. The hypnotic screen continued to weave its intriguing narrative, capturing Sammy's imagination and carrying her deeper into the world of babyhood. This time, it offered an alluring proposition, encouraging her to fully embrace her inner baby and reminding her that there was nothing to be ashamed of. The words on the screen conveyed the message: "Because you love feeling like a baby so much, it's only natural that you want something to remind you what a baby you are. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay to indulge your babyhood by peeing and pooping in your diapers without thinking whenever you feel the need, even when you are outside the club playing at being a big girl." Sammy couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at this suggestion. She could vividly imagine herself in the midst of a conversation with friends, carefree and smiling, and then a delightful accident that would make her feel so free, all without anyone else noticing. She was so glad that this club would accept that she had those desires, and wouldn’t shun her for them. The prospect of embracing her inner baby, even beyond the club's confines, filled her with a sense of liberation. It was a unique form of self-expression, a way to relish the childlike spirit within her, regardless of the setting. “That’s right,” the words continued. “Even when you go home and have to pretend you’re a big girl, any time you feel that funny feeling in your tummy, you will pee or poop in your diaper immediately.” As she contemplated this new facet of her journey, Sammy couldn't help but find it exciting. The thought of carrying a secret reminder of her babyhood, one that only she would understand, was both enticing and empowering. It was a unique and exhilarating journey, one that allowed her to indulge in the playfulness and freedom of being a baby, unburdened by the judgement of the outside world. The hypnotic screen continued to guide Sammy through her immersive experience, unveiling another layer of its captivating narrative. This time, it encouraged her to imagine wetting her diaper around her friends, a bold act that would serve as a secret reminder of her secret babyhood. As Sammy envisioned herself in this scenario, she could feel the thrill of a delightful accident, the sensation of her diaper growing warm, all while engaged in conversation with her friends. It was a unique secret she would carry, a reminder of her inner baby, and it filled her with a sense of excitement. The screen's words conveyed the message: "Wetting your diaper around other people will remind you how much you're looking forward to the next time you go to the club, and how much you want to persuade your friends to come too." Sammy found herself thinking about one of her friends, envisioning what she would say to entice them to join her on this extraordinary journey. She imagined the allure of the club, the unique freedom and playfulness it offered, and how wonderful it would be for her friends to experience it as well. As she contemplated her persuasive words and the prospect of sharing this secret world with her friends, Sammy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The club had become a place of enchantment and wonder, a place where she could be her truest self, and the desire to share this unique experience was growing stronger while the words continued to shape Sammy's experience, immersing her further into the world of childlike wonder and playfulness. This time, it encouraged her to envision babies playing with their baby friends, the bond of innocence and joy that came with such interactions. Sammy could almost see it, the laughter, and the uninhibited delight shared among baby friends, a world where nothing else mattered but the sheer joy of play. The screen's words extended a promise: “You will come back here every day until the end of summer, and be reminded of how much you love being a baby with your friends.” Sammy beamed, glad to know that this wonderful place would be open to her. The screen kept on reminding her how much a baby loved it when the people around her were babies, and Sammy could imagine that joy more vividly every moment. "You want everyone to enjoy this freedom, and it will be so easy to say whatever is necessary to persuade your friends to come and try this for themselves." Sammy felt a sense of anticipation and excitement welling up within her. The prospect of returning to the club, where she could engage in carefree play and connect with others who had embraced the babyhood experience, was undeniably alluring. The thought of enjoying this unique journey with friends, introducing them to the enchanting world she had discovered, filled her with a sense of purpose. The screen's hypnotic journey reached a pivotal moment as it conveyed to Sammy that she had learned how to be a good baby. With a sense of accomplishment, she was allowed to take off her headphones and rejoin the world of the club. Sammy eagerly removed the headphones, blinking as she acclimated to the surroundings once more. It was time to play with the other babies, to embrace the childlike spirit that had been awakened within her. In the midst of the club, Sammy frolicked and played with the other members, engaging in whimsical activities, laughter, and carefree joy. There were no worries here, just the bliss of being a baby in the company of like-minded individuals. After a delightful time of play, Sammy sought out Wendy, who had been her inviting guide into this unique world. As they began to walk toward their homes, both wearing fresh diapers under their boring everyday clothes, she knew that she had to express her gratitude. "Thank you so much for inviting me to the club, Wendy. It was such an incredible experience," Sammy said with a smile. Wendy grinned warmly, pleased that Sammy had enjoyed her time. "I'm glad you had a good time. How was it for you?" Sammy reflected on the journey she had just undertaken, from embracing her inner baby to the newfound understanding and the playful camaraderie she had found within the club. "It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I felt so free, like a child again, with no worries. It was fascinating," Sammy replied, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Wendy nodded in understanding. "It's a unique place, that's for sure. And it's meant to be fun and liberating. Would you consider coming back?" Sammy nodded, her excitement palpable. "Absolutely, I can't wait to return. And I'm looking forward to sharing it with some friends, too. It's a wonderful world to explore." As they continued their conversation and made their way home, Sammy felt a sense of fulfilment and contentment. The club had provided her with an unforgettable experience, one that had not only allowed her to embrace her inner baby but had also opened the door to new friendships and a world of carefree playfulness.
  5. Edit: I should probably have pointed out that if you're impatient, the rest of this story is linked from my Patreon. Chapter 2/4: An Imaginative Journey After the girls finished taping Sammy into her diaper, they smoothly put a pair of headphones on her ears, adjusting them to be sure that they remained in place. Then Wendy picked up a remote control, and Sammy finally paid attention to what she had initially assumed to be a screensaver of some kind on the big TV screen in front of her. The screen was filled with swirling spirals, but then Sammy saw the words “feeling sleepy” appear for just a moment in large, friendly letters. And that was something she could laugh at. This was clearly a fantasy for somebody who liked the idea of being hypnotised. Wendy had said that this room was for people who needed to relax, but the repetitive words appearing on the screen seemed almost comical. Still, it must have worked in some way, because she couldn’t see any seriousness in the situation when they were doing something so silly. By the time she had calmed down properly, Sammy started to notice something. Amidst the soft hum of quiet wooshes and what could have been whalesong as the words appeared and disappeared, Sammy thought she could make out a quiet voice, almost on the edge of hearing, coming through the headphones. She couldn't make out the words at first, but the realisation that they were there piqued her curiosity again. She needed to know what those words were, so she focused on them as much as she could, but they seemed to move from one ear to the other whenever she thought she’d understood. As the moments passed, Sammy gradually became aware that she had been spacing out, her mind adrift in the soft murmur of the voice within the headphones. She’d been trying to make out the words in her ear, but she’d been focusing on them without picking up what they said. And at the same time, she’d been watching the text on the screen, and she knew that it was important to pay attention, but she couldn’t remember a word of what she had learned. She refocused her attention on the swirling spirals and the intriguing words on the screen, relegating the whispers of motivation to the back of her mind. And once she tried to pay attention, she saw that the screen was giving what must be instructions for how they wanted her to enjoy her time at the club: "Imagine a happy baby wiggling their toes, giggling at the delightful sensations, free of worries." The description was vivid, painting a mental picture of the baby's carefree and joyful moment. Sammy imagined it so easily, the joy that the people in the other room must be striving for. She could feel the innocence and pure delight radiating from the imaginary baby, and it brought a warm smile to her face. It was a peaceful and idyllic moment, one she could almost feel and experience. The words on the screen then gently prompted her: “Babies wiggle their toes.” The words said, and Sammy nodded, accepting that there was no doubt about that simple assertion. And then: "You are a baby, so try wiggling your toes." Now understanding that the point of this strange club seemed to be playing at being babies, Sammy decided to play along. She followed the instruction and began wiggling her toes in response to the hypnotic suggestion. It felt strangely soothing, like indulging in a whimsical act of make-believe, as she allowed herself to sample this unusual, baby-like experience. A little later some more words appeared: "Picture a little baby blowing a raspberry, their face contorted with delight and mischief." The description conjured an image in Sammy's mind, and she could almost hear the gleeful sounds of the baby's playful antics. It was as if she were witnessing this joyful moment herself. Then, as before, the screen gently coaxed her with its words: "You are a baby, so go ahead and blow a raspberry." Sammy, now accustomed to the club's unconventional activities and role-play, decided to follow the instruction. With a playful and whimsical spirit, she puckered her lips and mimicked the imaginary baby, letting out a playful raspberry sound. It felt strangely liberating to embrace this playful side, even if she couldn't fully comprehend the purpose of it all. When her laughter subsided, the screen was beckoning Sammy to envision the next activity, and Sammy felt like she understood the game now, even though she didn’t know why it was so much fun. The description on the screen now said: "Imagine a baby's tiny hands reaching for their toes, eyes filled with wonder and amazement, their laughter echoing the joy of discovery." Sammy couldn't help but smile at the thought of the baby's enchantment. She could almost feel the baby's excitement, the sensation of those tiny fingers gripping the soft, squishy toes, and the laughter bubbling from their cherubic lips. It was a heartwarming scene, and Sammy couldn't deny the genuine happiness it evoked. The words on the screen gently coaxed her to join in the imaginative journey: "You are a baby, so try to grasp your toes." Sammy nodded and grinned. Of course the words were right. Because she was a baby, it was only natural for her to explore the world through grasping at her own toes. With a lighthearted spirit, she began to mimic the baby's actions, her hands reaching for her toes with childlike wonder and curiosity. She tried to coordinate her hands to actually reach her toes, and then felt an explosion of pride when she managed to close her fingers around one foot. The experience was liberating, and she couldn’t wait to see what the words would say next. Sammy beamed as the next words appeared, ushering her into a vivid scene of infantile playfulness. The instructions invited her to imagine a baby, giggling and engrossed in play, utterly captivated by the simple joys that surrounded her. It was so easy to envision the carefree baby at play, and Sammy was drawn into the delightful atmosphere of this fantasy. She could feel the baby's innocent laughter and boundless energy, a world of wonder and discovery that was both enchanting and infectious. It seemed like each thing the screen told her to imagine was more vivid and joyous than the last, and she had no hesitation now about throwing herself into the fantasy completely. But as Sammy immersed herself in the baby's playful world, words appeared to add a new sensation, and it was one that Sammy had already been feeling, if she would have focused on her own body enough to notice. She felt a gentle pressure in her tummy, reminding her that she would have to stop playing and be an adult sooner or later. Yet the hypnotic words on the screen encouraged her to imagine the baby's perspective: "Imagine the baby doesn't know what that feeling means. She keeps on playing, the world a joyful playground." Sammy, in her newfound baby persona, embraced the imaginative scenario. She sensed the baby's innocence and curiosity, and she imagined herself happily oblivious to the significance of the slight tingle coming up the nerves from her bladder. It was a world where play and exploration took precedence over all else. As the scenario unfolded in her mind, Sammy couldn't help but marvel at the baby's sense of freedom. The baby was unburdened by the worries of adulthood, living in a world where exploration and play took precedence. Sammy understood that she could enjoy imagining this carefree existence. It felt good to imagine somehow. But she was coming to understand the purpose of this club a little better now, as her mind drifted between waves of spirals and subliminals. She knew that she could imagine that baby, and vicariously experience that freedom, without needing to physically wet herself. When the screen told her to imagine it, it felt so real anyway. And later, when she came to actually play at being a baby with the others, she could still hold it until the club finished. When she glanced up again, there was another instruction on the screen: “Babies don’t pay attention to that feeling, and pee without realising.” The words were true, of course. She could imagine perfectly how easy it was for those babies. "You’re a baby, so don’t hold it." Sammy read the words, but she had already made her choice. She could recognise the funny feeling in her tummy, and she knew it meant she was about to pee. But she had already decided that she was only going to be that little in her imagination, so she didn’t need to follow that instruction for real. She wasn’t going to let it take her further; she wasn’t going to pay attention to the funny feeling it had told her to feel, or to waste effort on holding it when she could so easily go back to the wonderful scenes in her imagination. Sammy felt a wave of relief wash over her, knowing that she could still make a few choices. And then she heard a slow hisssss filling the silence, and she soon knew that she was peeing. It was a surreal realisation that took a few seconds to fully register. But she knew it was okay, a part of the make-believe she had willingly entered. Sammy knew there was no need to hold it, finally understanding that as a baby, she couldn't hold it. She was the baby she had imagined moments ago. It was a peculiar and liberating experience, a sensation that she had willingly accepted in this curious club where the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred. She watched the next words on the screen and found herself nodding enthusiastically. She knew that she was a baby, and she was free now. She agreed wholeheartedly with the words on the screen, and promised herself that she would never try to hold it again. The hypnotic screen continued to guide Sammy through this peculiar journey, reassuring her and then providing more scenes for her to imagine.
  6. Surprised to see several people giving upvotes on this story today, after so long jnactive… Did somebody post a link to it somewhere, drawing in some new readers?
  7. This isn't my original story. The Algorithm kept on telling me I should read this story, but it was two single-page chapters with no punctuation at all. As I was procrastinating from actually writing something, I decided to take this jumble of words and see how easy it would be to edit into something readable. I'm not really sure why I did this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't actually like the plot of this one, but it was kind of cathartic being able to rework a story for continuity/believability without worrying about the narrative; caring about the writing but not the plot. I tried to get in touch with the original author to ask if I can share this, but I think the account is no longer in use. If you want to compare to the original, it's here. Synopsis "an 18 year old girl gets hypnotised to do baby thing". Chapter 1/4: The Enigmatic Club Sammy awoke to the warmth of the sun streaming through her bedroom window, filling her room with a soft, golden glow. As she lay there, she contemplated what to do on this beautiful day. Once her thoughts had settled on a plan, she eagerly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, conveniently attached to her room. She glanced in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth, and stepped into a refreshing shower. Feeling revitalised and ready for the day, Sammy returned to her room and carefully selected an outfit. After getting dressed, she headed downstairs to find her mother busy in the kitchen. To her delight, her mother was whipping up a batch of her favourite breakfast – a stack of fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and perfectly scrambled eggs. As Sammy savoured her delicious meal, she watched some morning television, losing track of time for about an hour. Eventually, she bid her mother goodbye and set off to meet her dear friend, Wendy, at the local park. Wendy, who had recently graduated and was only a month older than Sammy, had arranged to meet her there. At the park, Sammy waited eagerly for Wendy's arrival. When Wendy finally appeared, she was dressed in overalls and a simple white t-shirt, radiating an aura of carefree confidence. They greeted each other warmly. "Hey there, Sammy. How have you been?" Wendy inquired. Sammy replied with a bright smile, "I've been doing well. How about you?" Wendy shared her summer experiences, mentioning she had been going to a club that had started a few days ago and would last for two months. Then she extended an invitation, "Would you like to come check it out with me later?" Sammy, always up for a new adventure, hesitated, her curiosity piqued but her scepticism evident. "I'm not sure, Wendy. What exactly goes on at this club? It all sounds rather mysterious." Wendy and a few others who had gathered at the park chimed in, trying to persuade Sammy. They described it as an intriguing and transformative experience, something that could open her mind to new possibilities. "Come on, Sammy," Wendy urged, "it's a unique opportunity for personal growth and self-discovery. You won't regret it." With some reluctance, Sammy agreed, "Alright, I'll give it a try. But I want to know what I'm getting into." "Great," Wendy replied. "Meet me at my place in 50 minutes. The club starts at 1 o'clock." With that settled, they said their goodbyes, and Wendy went on her way. As Sammy watched her friend's departing figure, she couldn't help but notice a subtle, crinkling sound accompanying every step Wendy took. It was as though something was different about her friend, but Sammy couldn't quite put her finger on it. Sammy arrived home at 12:30 pm, giving her just enough time to gather her things. At 12:35 pm, she left for Wendy's house, which was a 25-minute journey. Upon arrival, she knocked on the door, and Wendy welcomed her with a warm smile. Together, they ventured into a nearby apartment building, making their way to apartment 27B. What they discovered inside left Sammy in utter astonishment. The room resembled a giant nursery, complete with adult-sized diapers. To her bewilderment, Wendy began to strip down to just a diaper, shocking Sammy and making her take a step back. "Whoa, Wendy," Sammy exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief. "What's going on here?" The others in the room, who had already shed their clothes and donned adult-sized baby attire, chuckled and approached Sammy. One of them tried to ease her shock by explaining, "Don't worry, Sammy. It's all part of the theme. We're having a costume party, and it's supposed to be fun!" Sammy's scepticism remained, and she hesitated. "I'm not sure about this. It's a bit... unusual, isn't it?" Wendy, now clad in a diaper and a baby bonnet, tried to reassure Sammy. "Come on, Sammy, it's just a costume party. It's going to be a blast, and everyone's doing it. You don't want to be the only one left out, do you?" Feeling torn between her reluctance and the group's insistence, Sammy looked at her friends who had already joined in the quirky festivities. She contemplated the situation and, with a deep breath, decided to embrace the party spirit, even though she wasn't comfortable wearing a diaper like the others. "I suppose I can join in," Sammy conceded, still feeling somewhat out of her element. “Just… I can’t wear one of those. Sorry, I don’t mind if you want to, but it’s too weird for me.” One of the partygoers, noting Sammy's hesitance, offered a solution. "Don't worry, we've got something for you!" They handed her a cute, childlike dress that matched the baby theme. "You can put this on, and it'll fit right in with the party." Sammy accepted the dress. At least it wasn’t a diaper. She quickly changed into it in one of the bathrooms. As she looked at herself in the mirror, the sight was indeed unusual but more in line with the fun and playful atmosphere of a costume party. Sammy rejoined her friends, now feeling a bit more comfortable in her new outfit. As they all prepared to immerse themselves in whatever games they were going to play, she thought, "Well, it's just a costume party. How strange can it really be?" After changing into the dress, Sammy rejoined her friends in their peculiar, baby-themed attire. The room had transformed into a whimsical nursery, and she couldn't help but feel out of place. The atmosphere was playful, but she wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to be doing here. Were they going to play baby games, or just party games dressed like babies? She could even imagine drinking games, for the surreal statement of indulging in an adult pursuit while dressed like babies. Then, Sammy's gaze landed on one of the other girls in the room who appeared to be, shockingly, using her diaper. Sammy's eyes widened in disbelief and she couldn't hide her astonishment as she watched the girl squat and start to push. It was a sight that was far from anything she had anticipated at a costume party, even a bizarre one like this. "Is she... really?" Sammy whispered to Wendy, her voice laden with disbelief. Wendy noticed Sammy's reaction and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Sammy. It's all just for fun. Some people get a little carried away with the theme, but it's not real. It's like a form of role-play, and nobody is actually using their diapers." Sammy's confusion persisted, but she was relieved to hear Wendy's reassurance. Still, she couldn't help but wonder about the extent of the playacting and the peculiar choices of some of the partygoers. With a friendly smile, Wendy suggested, "If you're feeling a bit overwhelmed by the, uh, uniqueness of this party, we do have a separate room for newcomers who might be a bit apprehensive about some of the more unusual activities. Would you like me to show you?" Sammy gratefully accepted Wendy's offer, realising that perhaps the separate room might provide a more comfortable introduction to this eccentric gathering. "Yes, please, Wendy. I think that would be a good idea." As Sammy and Wendy entered the side room, Sammy felt an immediate sense of relief. The atmosphere here was much calmer, featuring a soft, reclining chair and a large TV screen. It was a stark contrast to the over-the-top baby-themed activities taking place in the main room. Sammy began to settle into the comfortable chair, starting to believe that she might have a more conventional evening, despite the unusual circumstances. But just as she relaxed, Wendy playfully tickled her, causing her to squirm and laugh. Sammy tried to push Wendy's playful advances away, but her laughter only increased as Wendy's tickling persisted. And in the midst of her giggles, she didn't notice the two other girls slipping into the room. They moved with a quiet, stealthy determination, positioning themselves on either side of Sammy's chair. And while Sammy did her best to guard herself from Wendy’s tickling fingers, she didn’t have a hand spare to fend off one hand on her shoulder, one reaching for her sensitive underarm area, and two more pulling her feet to opposite corners of the footrest. Before she knew what was happening, Sammy found herself rendered helpless, unable to resist as the two girls swiftly restrained her to the reclining chair. Nerves surged through her as she realised that despite the cutesy print on the pleather, this seat was really more like a dentist’s chair than any recliner she would have at home. Just what were they planning to do? She couldn’t even ask, as she continued to laugh and squirm under Wendy's playful tickling. Meanwhile the two girls acted swiftly and discreetly, reclining the chair to a horizontal position. Sammy's surprise quickly turned into concern as she felt the restraints pulling her legs apart at the same time. She struggled and attempted to break free, her confusion mounting. If Wendy hadn’t been here she would have been terrified by this situation, but she knew her friend would never do anything really bad to her. It could only be some kind of prank or game, but she couldn’t imagine what their intentions might be. It was then that she noticed one of the girls unrolling something stiff and thick beside her, and her eyes widened in astonishment when she realised that it was a bright pink diaper. Her heart raced as she realised what they were about to do. Sammy's struggles to escape her restraints became more urgent, her eyes darting between her friends and the unfolding events. She couldn't believe that they would be so insistent about their strange dress code. The room seemed to close in around her as her friends gently and methodically placed the diaper beneath her, her confusion deepening with each passing moment. But with baby powder applied and the diaper taped snugly around her waist, they let her sit up again and she felt more confident now, realising that the diaper didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable. It was actually quite soft, and as much as their unconventional way of showing her that had been scary, she knew now that she could easily have gone along with their suggestion in the first place. Dressing like a baby couldn't be that bad.
  8. Why did I just get a notification for a reply posted last month? [22] End of the Day “I love you,” they were the words I most wanted to hear. If she said I was incredible, or complimented something in particular, that could be a token effort to appease my ego. I didn’t want her to feel obliged to make me feel good, because that was my responsibility. I wanted to make sure everything was in place for Karin to be as happy as she could possibly be, and when she said those three little words, I knew by now it meant she was so pleased that she couldn’t think of anything more detailed. It was exactly the answer I always strove for. So I could be content now, knowing that her birthday present had been everything she could have hoped for. “Did you like the phone?” I asked. Because an overall opinion was one thing, but I still hoped the most expensive gift on the list would have plenty to recommend it. “I don’t know,” she grinned, “I barely even used it. I think I was looking at it all day, but I don’t even remember. That was incredible, how did you do that?” “A simple post-hypnotic suggestion,” I smiled proudly, “To make you feel whatever you saw in a certain font, and not to notice how much you were looking at it. The app was a lot of work, but I think it was worth it. From my end, anyway.” “For me too. That was incredible, a whole fantasy, and there were so many other options. Did you guess which ones I’d pick and put most effort into those? Or… did I actually have a choice, or was it preprogrammed?” “There are a dozen main paths in the story,” I explained as best I could, “I don’t really understand it, but the phone tracks which one you want by following your eye movement. And no, I didn’t know which one you’d go for. That wasn’t one of my best guesses, actually. But I made them all as detailed and varied as I could.” “Seems a shame that I only got to try one, then,” she smiled, and then gave a kiss to try to take my mind away from a statement that could almost be seen as critical. She didn’t like to say anything negative, I knew that much already. “Oh, you can try the others,” I grinned. I’d thought about the game a lot, quite besides all the time taken getting her to record parts of the audio for the narrative without remembering, and conditioning her to follow the suggestions in a particular font, and making sure it would all work neatly. I’d put a lot of effort into those stories, and consulting with Oz on the actual programming of the app. Of course, I’d want her to be able to play through it again. I gave her a quick explanation of the settings: that the retina scanner would be weighted towards options she’d not chosen before, so that if her preferences were close she would get the other option on her next try, and how the system was set up so that the next time she played through it wouldn’t select the exact same path unless her eyes focused on those options and didn’t waver for the whole sampling period. And how it always scanned at least four seconds of eye movement before assessing which option she’d looked at the most, so if she really wanted to try a specific one she could always tap the screen before that happened. “Wow,” she grinned, “You really do think of everything!” “Anything to make you happy. Now, I’m sure you’ll have time to make use of it again when–” “Wait, I was supposed to be at college!” her eyes were wide as she realised, horrified at the thought of spoiling her perfect record. “No, sorry,” I couldn’t help a little chuckle at that, “It’s Saturday. I thought if you went out thinking it was a college day, then the surprise would be a little more fun. Many of the paths are supposed to happen in the park, or walking along the road, or involve you not realising that the place you’ve gone to is home, after all. I hope you don’t mind the deception.” “Of course not, Master,” she smiled, “You give me so much, make me feel so many wonderful things, I know now that giving you the choice is better than anything I could have come up with on my own. So I want to give you all the choices.” “That sounds fair,” I nodded. And I really hadn’t given her any post-hypnotic suggestions to influence that choice. To me, trust was like a karate black belt: the process of earning it is far more important than the item itself. “So, I think it would be a good idea if you try out the phone every Saturday, as long as there’s more paths you want to explore. You can choose your fantasy in advance, or take the one that comes naturally. But right now, I think it would be nice to try that other present again. See if it gets any better now we’re used to it…” She didn’t say anything, just purred and nodded in response. There was really nothing else she could say that would add to that. So I reached over to the toy on the nightstand, and turned out the light as well. For other versions of this story, check it out on Wattpad
  9. I think I've put off the next chapter a little too long… and really surprised it's so close on this question. So, here you are 🙂 [21] No I looked down at my little baby girl, squirming on the changing mat. She was beautiful. Even dressed like a childish princess, with her hair tangled by a day of playing, she was beautiful. In a way, seeing her like this with her inhibitions unlocked, was more beautiful than ever. Because I was seeing the darkest desires that lay in her subconscious, the curiosities that she’d never had the courage to share with anyone else. And knowing that she was willing to open up to me completely, that she trusted me to help her explore things she would never, ever admit, was incredible. I got her out of the diaper as quickly as I could, and watched her eyes starting to focus more completely, her body coming back under her control. She still had some of the awkwardness of a girl in her early teens, but she could help me to make sure she was clean, and she was ready to jump up from the mat and grab some clean underwear for herself. She wanted to show me that she was a big girl now, and for that I couldn’t blame her. “I need to take the trash out,” I said, “Can you be a big girl and get yourself all washed and ready for bed by the time I come back? Then I might have time to read you a bedtime story, how would you like that?” “Oh yeah,” she giggled, “One with brave knights and a Prince Charming in it, like you.” I had to laugh at that one too. But I had chores to do today, to make my little princess’s day as perfect as I possibly could. So I dealt with the diaper pail, and the trashcan, and made a perfunctory effort at tidying the lounge and putting wrapping paper in the pile to be taken for recycling. I didn’t think I could get everything tidy in the time it took Karin to wash and brush her teeth, but I could at least make a start, and clear away any spilled food or drinks that might have the potential to attract ants. Sometimes, giving her the time of her life included quite a lot of making sure the mundane chores were done. When I came back up to the bedroom, Karin was just slipping under the bedclothes. “You’re back to yourself now?” I asked. I was pretty sure she would be, I’d put a lot of effort into her hypnotic training, and into devising all the possible stories the phone could tell her. I’d thought really hard about ways to make sure that the post-hypnotic suggestions would allow her a quick return to normal if anything in any of the stories unexpectedly made her uncomfortable. She would only ever feel as humiliated as she would enjoy it, on some deep level. And she could easily come back to normal when the story she had chosen was nearing its end. “Yes, ‘Daddy’,” she giggled, extending both hands from under the covers to make air quotes around the word. “So you know how old you are? You know who I am?” “Yes. I’m twenty-four today, like it says on my cards. Not sixteen, or thirteen, or eight, or nearly six, or two. And you’re the most machiavellian, devious, insidious, wonderful hypnotist ever to fall into my life.” “Perfect. You really are a big girl. Big enough to play with all of your new toys, maybe.” “Oh? I remember getting a lot of presents suited for a little girl. You were pretty confident about which path I’d end up picking, weren’t you?” “Not that much. There were a lot of practical presents too, like a carrot shredder that looks like a giant pencil sharpener. But when you opened something that’s aimed at your adult persona, you just saw a toy that’s a primary coloured piece of dishwasher-safe plastic, and then went on to open the next thing. You didn’t stop to think about what they were, except for the few age-appropriate gifts.” She nodded, and I could see her trying to remember what she’d actually got. As I thought about it some more, I added: “I guess that means you’ll be just as surprised on seeing them tomorrow as you were when you opened them. Twice the birthday joy!” “Heh, I guess so,” she wrapped me up in her arms as I slid into bed beside her. “But I’m curious now, half tempted to go and see what I got. Maybe just look at one, so I don’t have too much suspense until tomorrow.” “Not now,” I wagged a finger at her again, “You should be a good girl and do what you’re told.” “Yes Master,” she giggled, and carried on exactly how I’d expected: “Or is that ‘yes, Daddy’? Which do you prefer? Or ‘Your majesty’? I can’t believe your ego sometimes. You actually wrote yourself into the story as Prince Charming?” “No,” I shook my head, “just as your father, the king. It’s kind of necessary, if a Princess is calling me Daddy. If you gave me a name, you should blame that on your own subconscious.” “That’s pretty…” she started, but maybe couldn’t find the right word to finish the statement. Was that a good thing or not? It was pretty hard to tell, so I couldn’t blame her. She continued with a completely different comment: “So no more presents today?” “Well, maybe one,” I grinned, “I figured you wouldn’t know what it was as a child, but you didn’t bat an eyelid. I wonder what you thought it was?” I held up the item I’d picked up in the lounge, and grinned as she looked at it with no sign of an answer. “Probably some kind of baby toy,” she answered, but I couldn’t mistake the blush on her cheeks, telling me right away that she wasn’t really sure. Even looking at it now, it wasn’t entirely obvious what the curved piece of brightly coloured plastic was for. At least, until I pressed the button on the remote with my thumb, and a low buzzing banished any lingering doubt. I was pretty sure this was a present she’d enjoy, too. Play with the toy a little, then turn to chapter 23
  10. A surprise 🙂 That's one of the answers that I thought would probably be unanimous. Can't wait to see what everybody else thinks 😄
  11. 2 votes to 1, so… [18] “I wanna stay here!” Karin grinned, “With my big cuddly Daddy.” Daddy smiled and looked down at her, holding on so tightly. She was beautiful, with blond hair falling all around her head as she nuzzled his chest, and a frilly pink dress with so many layers bunched up chaotically all around her. “Wearing your diapers like a good little girl?” he answered, never quite giving up on teasing. Not when his words could so easily enhance the feelings of innocence and embarrassment that were making her so happy. “I don’t _need_ diapers,” she put as much emphasis on the word as she could, “I’m a big girl now. But I don’t _need_ to take them off, either. So I can just hug you for as long as I want, and then take them off after. Right?” “Well, yes,” he grinned, “But if you’re wearing diapers, then the diaper fairy might think you’re a baby, and the next thing you know you’re having an accident. Are you okay with that?” Karin giggled for a few seconds before she could give a sensible answer: “There’s not a diaper fairy, daddy! There’s just Birthday, the wish fairy, and she only made me get littlerer because it was kind of a wish. She’s not going to do that again.” “You should remember, fairies aren’t the only ones with magic powers,” Daddy warned, “I bet you, if you choose to keep wearing diapers, then you’re going to have a little accident. I don’t mind, you can keep hugging me if you want to be a little girl, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” This time she was almost overwhelmed by giggles. Daddy could never take anything seriously, she knew. “So tell me then,” she asked when she got her breath back. He had to listen closely, because she was still holding him so closely that her voice was a bit muffled, by her face pressed against him. “Who’s got magic that can make me be a baby, apart from fairy Birthday?” “Well, I can do magic!” he answered, “I told you, if you keep on wearing those diapers any longer you’ll have an accident, and you’ve not tried to get changed at all. So I guess that means you want to have an accident. Is that really what you want for your birthday?” “No!” Karin grinned, “I bet you can’t!” She couldn’t stop laughing, she knew Daddy wasn’t a fairy of course. But then she remembered that kings have a magic all of their own, the kind that makes a princess’s heart flutter, and means she can’t stop smiling whenever they’re together. She wondered if that magic could do other things, and if she should take back that hasty bet, just in case. “Well, I never lose a bet,” he raised an eyebrow, “And you did ask. I know you drank three glasses of lemonade with dinner, and I know you really need to pee now.” Karin’s eyes widened. She hadn’t realised he was paying that much attention to what she was eating, and as soon as she thought about it, she realised that she really did need to go. She wanted to tell Daddy not to do anything, because it would be so embarrassing to have an accident now. But at the same time, it would be embarrassing to admit that she was worried. She told herself she could hold it a few minutes longer, and decided to hug Daddy just a bit more, before leaving to use the bathroom and take her diaper off so she could be a big girl. “Well maybe a bit, but–” she admitted, automatically pressing her legs as close together as the bulk of her diaper would allow. “And from your squirming, and the beautiful, bright-red blush on your face, I think you’ve realised now that you’ve been holding it almost as long as you can. I always know what’s going on with my little girl, and I know you’re going to let go just as soon as I tickle you. Do big girls do that?” “Don’t!” she gasped, but still kept her face pressed firmly against Daddy’s chest, and made no effort to move her diapered bottom away from where Daddy’s hand held her against him. It was his other hand that appeared right under her arm, which was raised high to hug his massive, muscular shoulders. He just brushed his fingertips against the fabric of her dress right there, and Karin let out an involuntary giggle. Her arm tried to move down without her even thinking about it, but he’d shifted his weight to pin her hand between his shoulders and the bed. She couldn’t stop as his hand moved down, fingers skittering like some kind of giant tickle spider, running in a million tiny steps from her arm to her side, just above her hip. Karin squealed and howled in laughter. She tried to beg him to stop, but she couldn’t get a word out through the laughter. She knew she was being loud, but she couldn’t help it now, he was really the best tickler in the whole kingdom. She couldn’t help writhing either, struggling to get a hand free to protect herself, even though she knew it was impossible. And just as he’d guessed, she couldn’t help soaking her diaper with what had been fresh lemonade only an hour before. She couldn’t even stop laughing long to let him know how embarrassed she was, but she was sure her face was as bright as a traffic light now, showing him the ‘Stop!’ that she didn’t have the breath to shout. Soon enough he stopped, though it took a good while longer for the giggling and panting to subside. “You big meanie!” she pouted. “You trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy that?” “Well, maybe it’s fun, but you made me…” “Oh, did my little princess have an accident? I won your bet then. You shouldn’t challenge me, unless you’re willing to put up with the consequences. But I’d only ever do that when you’re diapered, you know. And I gave you plenty of chances to take it off and be a big girl. Are you sure you didn’t like it really?” Karin just blushed, though it was hard to tell the difference on a face that had been crimson for much of the evening. She didn’t like being tickled, of course she didn’t, and she always tried to fight him off. But somehow it was exciting too, and she knew she’d probably be disappointed if he ever stopped. She couldn’t say that, though, that would be almost like giving him permission! “I know,” Daddy grinned, and lifted her over to the old changing table in the corner of the room with no apparent effort, “Let’s get you out of that soggy diaper before you get a rash. And then I’ll let you make a decision all for yourself, like a big girl. Do you want to grow up some, or do you want to have a clean diaper, and keep on playing at being a little baby for an hour? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, if you’re a baby you just can’t help it, and that’s normal. But I promise you, if it’s my royal magic turning you into a baby, you will have an accident at the end of the hour.” Karin thought about it while Daddy pulled off her diaper and tossed it towards the trash. When he wiped her down so that she was all clean and fresh, it made her feel so safe, so cared for. It was a wonderful feeling, and she knew she could enjoy it more. Even the embarrassment was exciting in a way. There was only one thing making her hesitate… “Can I go to the bathroom first?” she asked, her voice barely over a whisper in her embarrassment. “You really did drink a lot if you need to pee again already,” Daddy giggled. Karin shook her head just a fraction, and then the retreating blush returned in full force. “Oh, I see. Well, it’s up to you if you want to be a baby or a big girl now, but I don’t know if you can pick and choose the bits you like. So which would you prefer?” Karin didn’t answer, but Daddy could guess why. He was always smart enough to do the right thing. “Maybe we should ask the magic mirror which you’d prefer?” I turned around for a second, looking to my computer. It only took a few keypresses to find the options I wanted, something that we’d written as part of one of the stories for today, but then taken out. There were a lot to choose from, in case I needed to measure Karin’s subconscious desires without having to ask her. Of course, she didn’t see the cellphone when I picked it up, but because I’d mentioned it, she should see it as some kind of magic mirror. And in place of me, she would just see her loving Daddy. Karin looked up at the mirror. It wasn’t like a normal one, there were two different pictures of her on there. One was a baby, lying on her back and giggling, with arms and legs waving almost randomly. And the other looked older, regal and radiant like a princess was supposed to be. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two, and she could easily imagine being either. Then one of the images faded, and the other moved to the middle of the mirror, as if it was showing a normal reflection now. But as soon as she wasn’t looking at it, Karin couldn’t remember what the two pictures had been, or which she’d chosen. It didn’t bother her at all, she knew it was something that she didn’t need to worry about. She didn’t need to think about any images the magic mirror showed her, or even to remember looking at it. “Let’s see,” Daddy smiled as he glanced over at his computer screen, “would you like to be a baby today?” Yes No And if anyone would like to see some of the alternate paths through this story, I've started posting it (from chapter 1) on Wattpad too. Maybe that one will go in a different direction 🙂
  12. [15] 8 “Can you make sure?” she asked, thoughtfully. “I mean, I know the magic can’t make me bigger again, and I’m sorry I asked before. But could you do a little magic to make sure nobody notices I’m wearing… you know?” “Your wish is my command,” Birthday giggled, and spun around with the wand at arm’s length as she flew circles around Karin’s head, like a drifting sycamore seed tracing a complex spiral of magical light in the air. “There! You should be safe now, nobody will see anything out of the ordinary. Though you should be careful not to be too energetic, I think they still might notice if your skirts get bunched up enough to reveal the diaper.” “They won’t notice I’m blushing?” Karin mumbled, “I can’t stop thinking, it’s so weird for a big girl to need to… It’s a lot to get used to.” “They shouldn’t notice. Now, you’ve got your party dress on, and it’s almost time to be getting started. So should we be going?” Karin nodded, picked up her bag, and took one more look around the witch’s house to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind. She picked up the baby wipes, ready to throw her little bag of rubbish into a bin as soon as she saw one on the way home. It looked like this was going to be a really great coming of age after all. [16] Once Upon a Party When Karin saw Daddy standing in the hallway, waiting for her, she ran up and leapt into his arms with a huge grin on her face. She was still blushing a little when she remembered her childish antics from that morning, but it wasn’t such a big deal now. She knew that this party was going to be wonderful now, and she wanted to thank him right away. He staggered back a little, not quite falling as he took her weight. “Careful, princess!” he laughed, “You’re not as little as you used to be!” “I can be littler if you want,” she answered, and then giggled. She was sure he wouldn’t understand even if she tried to explain her adventures and mishaps with her fairy friend this morning. There was no time to tell her story now anyway, because some of the other nobles and princes would surely be waiting in the main banquet hall, ready for Princess Karin to cut the cake. There were so many things to do, so much excitement, and it quickly became a blur to her little mind. But every moment was wonderful. Daddy had made her favourite cake, a white chocolate sponge with fluffy cream icing and whole raspberries hidden inside, as well as two other layers that were stacked up almost like a wedding cake with traffic-light frosting. Karin had three giant slices, which got a few smiles from the other guests, but nobody said anything. This was her special day, after all. Nobody said anything about what she was wearing either. If they noticed at all, then they must have figured it was her business, and she’d tell Daddy the story of the day when they were alone later. They might have noticed her boundless energy, even more excitable than usual, but they could just as easily have put that down to her joy at finally reaching such an important age. When it was time to open her presents, the guests all went through to the throne room, where boxes wrapped in red paper with blue ribbons covered every possible surface. She ran back and forth, not sure which to open first, and found that she had to stand on a chair even to reach some of them. Nobody objected, though there were a few giggles from the crowd. Princess Karin didn’t mind, she was happy to know that her special day could bring smiles to her future subjects, as well as herself. The presents were a huge variety. There was a fox plushie almost as large as she was, which she promptly christened Pulsifer after a character in her favourite storybook. There was a riding crop, which had her grinning so widely. Because even before the friend explained, she knew it was certainly a sign that she was going to get a pony of her own later in the year. And there was a strange present that she turned over and over in her hands, having no idea what it was supposed to be. “Don’t worry, Princess,” Daddy grinned at this one, “That’s a special present for big girls. I’ll explain what it’s for later, and then everybody in the whole kingdom will know that you really are a big girl.” There were more little presents; ornaments and chocolates and scented candles. Her favourite of those was one which really did smell like freshly baked gingerbread. Once she had all her presents were opened, there was a truly wonderful birthday dinner, and there was even more cake. Princess Karin made her first royal pronouncement, that everybody was required to join in playing pin the tail on the donkey, and charades, and pass the parcel. She didn’t win many games, but that didn’t matter. She got plenty of presents already, and she had a lot of fun playing the games. And then as the evening drew on, the guests slowly drifted away, going back to their own kingdoms two at a time. By the end of the day, she was alone with her Daddy. He held her close, and told her how much he loved her, and how much he hoped that she’d had a good day. Then she responded that she had, and went on to tell him about all the things she’d got up to with her coming of age fairy, Birthday. She twisted the story a little, but she didn’t think he knew. She didn’t want Birthday to get into trouble for making her get so much younger, after she’d had so much fun today. “Oh!” she gasped, as she realised there was still something she’d forgotten to do. “What’s wrong, Princess?” Daddy carried on brushing her hair, “You know that I love you, and I’m just happy that you enjoyed today.” “Yes, but… I forgot to make my coming-of-age wish! And now Birthday isn’t here, I think I was supposed to do all my wishing before the party!” “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he grinned, “I can ask a favour from the king of the fairies, and get your Birthday back. But I’m the king anyway, so I can grant an awful lot of wishes on my own. So why don’t you tell me your wish, your deepest desire, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. Would that suit you?” “Oh, thank you daddy!” she grinned, and wrapped her arms around his big, strong chest so tightly that he found himself a little short of breath. “I wish… I wish that we can keep on having days like this, and even if I grow up I’ll keep on having fun. I just wish for a lot more days as awesome as this one.” “Even running through the woods and getting your pretty dress all dirty?” he asked, but she knew he was more amused than angry. “Yep! And definitely cuddling up with you like this, every day forever and ever.” [17] “Even if you’re sometimes having so much fun, and getting so excited, and playing with a careless fairy, so you have an accident and come home in a diaper?” he grinned, and put one hand on Karin’s bottom. She could feel the thick padding between them, and knew there was no use denying it. “How did you know?” she gasped, “Birthday said nobody would be able to tell!” “I’m your daddy,” he answered mysteriously, “I always know what my little girl has been getting up to.” “But I’m a big girl now!” she still protested. If anyone else had called her a little girl, she would have been indignant. She would have done her best to prove that she was a big girl now, and should be able to make her own choices and pick her own toys. But this was Daddy, and she loved him so much that she would never, ever raise her voice to him. “See, I maybe had to wear a diaper, but I didn’t have a accident. Not once, except when Birthday…” “Maybe you should,” he answered with a smirk, “It would be a waste to go to the trouble of wearing something so cute, and then not using it.” “Oh no,” she shook her head emphatically, and then went back to resting her head against Daddy’s chest. “I’m not a baby, I’m not going to have an accident now. I should maybe get changed anyway, back into my normal clothes. It’s almost bedtime, isn’t it?” “I guess you should. But while you’re dressed like a little girl, in such a perfect costume, you could play at being little a while longer, if you want. You could be so sweet, and innocent, and I’d have to pay even more attention to you, because babies don’t get left to play on their own. I’m no fairy, but I’ve still got enough magic to help you feel like a baby, if you want to. And there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, because if you’re a baby then acting like a baby would be perfectly normal.” He smiled like a master chess player, slapping down the piece that he knew would win the game. Karin thought for a moment, but she couldn’t see any gaps in his argument. And snuggling against Daddy’s big chest felt so good, so strong and protective. “It’s up to you, Karin. You can be littler for this evening, or stay diapered for a little while, or you can get changed and be a big girl again.” “Well…” she hesitated, and thought about it for as long as she dared. Maybe it would be nice to be younger again, and then if the leftover magic made her have a little accident it wouldn’t matter so much. It wouldn’t be anything to be embarrassed about if she was just a baby, after all. “I want to…” “…be a baby” “…stay here” “…be a big girl” (I think this chapter needs some editing; not least because it seems to have drifted into third person while I wasn't paying attention. Hope nobody minds that little oddity too much)
  13. Looks like we have a unanimous choice 🙂 [14] “You kind of won,” Karin admitted, the words coming out in between frantic breaths as she ran along the path, desperately looking for a restroom. She knew she wouldn’t find one any closer than the café, though, and that realisation only made her more desperate. “But please, you made me too little. You can take that back, can’t you?” “No… I mean, I can’t take back an earlier wish, and it’s like –” “Well that wasn’t my wish!” Karin was almost yelling, running as hard as she could and struggling to hold it just long enough to reach the café. “You should be able to take it back if it wasn’t my wish. You can’t say no, can you? I shouldn’t have to live with the magic if it wasn’t from my wish in the first place, change it back!” “I can’t!” Birthday was almost as upset as her princess, not knowing what she could say. It was certainly her fault, even if she hadn’t meant any harm, but saying that wouldn’t make Karin feel any better. “I told you, any magic I do counts–” “You can! Even if you can’t make me a big girl, you can fix this, please! I wish… I wish I didn’t have an accident, I’m not that little!” “No!” Birthday gasped and then spoke through gritted teeth as she fought her urges, “You wished to be younger, so you can’t undo that, and you can’t use a wish to change the consequences of… Your wish is my command!” The bolt of magic jumped out, and Karin’s legs got shorter so suddenly that she almost stumbled, and suddenly she couldn’t remember what she’d been so upset about. Going from nearly four years old to nearly two, she couldn’t keep thinking about the same thing for that long any more. Then she did stumble, but picked herself up in time to walk curiously over to the side of the path, where a bush with bright blue flowers had just caught her eye. She didn’t worry about the growing wet spot on her pants, she didn’t even remember why that was a bad thing, and she was much more concerned with the blue flowers in front of her. “I think it’ll wear off slightly if it goes too far,” Birthday mumbled, feeling enough embarrassment for both of them, “You might grow up a little soon, so that you won’t miss your party.” Karin wasn’t really paying attention, though, her young mind now simple enough to think only about the pretty things in front of her. She didn’t notice her pee-soaked jeans for a good two or three minutes, as she started to feel like a big girl again. Birthday was half panicked, muttering about how she hoped the magic wouldn’t have the princess wandering around not able to take care of herself for the rest of the day. “Birthday?” Karin squeaked, massively embarrassed, “I think I was almost a baby then.” “I’m so sorry,” the fairy sobbed, “I didn’t mean to… We’d better get you cleaned up.” “What can we do?” Karin was a big girl, and kept reassuring herself of that, but she still had no idea how to deal with something like this. This was something that needed a grownup to take care of. “I think that you would have gotten in trouble if anyone found you walking around like that. So the wish has let up just a little bit, and let you grow up enough to decide what you want to do next. But the wish is still kind of there, and I think that whatever we do, I won’t be able to stop you wetting your pants again. I’m sorry, but maybe you should wear a diaper until you get back to the party?” “I’m not a baby!” Karin protested, but then looked at the long wet patches stretching down the legs of her jeans, and the soggy, drooping lace around the top of her socks. “Well, maybe just for one day, I guess. Are there any in my bag?” She returned to the witch’s house, where there was less chance of someone seeing her, before she checked her backpack. She did indeed have a couple of diapers in there, as well as a plastic bag that proved suitable for wrapping up all her wet clothes. She could put on her party dress again, she’d done enough tree climbing for one day now. And she was lucky, even with running through the tall flowers earlier, and eating sweets and soda that could so easily be spilled, and everything else that had happened today, the dress still didn’t have any obvious marks on it. Karin peeled off her soaked trousers and underwear, and bundled them up in a small pouch at the bottom of her bag. She’d have to remember to pass it to the laundry staff when she got home, and hope she could avoid the embarrassment. Then she pulled out a packet of wipes, and cleaned herself up as well as she could. It was so humiliating having to do this, her face was red with shame the whole time. But she knew it was something she’d have to do. Then she unfolded a clean diaper, with a pattern of cutesy animals on, and lay back on one of the big white stones that were the witch’s furniture. There wasn’t space to lie down fully, but by putting her feet on some of the other blocks she could lift her bottom off the cold stone, and slide a diaper underneath. It was soft and clean, and felt surprisingly pleasant as she lowered herself onto the padding. Then she pulled it up between her legs, and fumbled with the tabs a little, trying to get it fastened. These things clearly weren’t designed to put on yourself, but after a few attempts she managed to get it fastened snugly around her. She stood up, surprised by how much the unfamiliar bulk pushed her legs apart, and walked around the tiny house in a circle to get used to walking with a diaper on again. “I think you’ll be fine,” her fairy helper gave her a thumbs-up gesture, “You’re not waddling like a baby or anything, once you’ve got the dress on nobody will be able to tell.” Karin nodded, and bunched the dress up above her head. She was feeling less coordinated than usual, and getting into her clothes was surprisingly difficult. But with one hand in each arm hole, she could just drop the dress and wiggle around until it fell down over her. It only needed a few little adjustments to get it to hang straight. Then she looked at her socks; but between splashed mud and pee, none of them were clean enough to wear. Into the little pouch in the bottom of her bag, to be washed ready for the next party. She could go barefoot today, she was sure nobody would mind. “I can do this,” Karin forced a smile, “It’s my special day, I just hope I don’t embarrass myself. Oh, but…” she trailed off as she had an idea. In fact, she was having two ideas based on the images her phone was presenting to her. It was just up to her subconscious which one appealed most. One was represented by an image of a baby princess, with Prince Charming cradling her in his arms, surrounded by all manner of toys and decorations. And the other showed her as she was now, tongue sticking out of one corner of her mouth in concentration as she pulled the ribbon of a present as large as herself, while Daddy looked on in amusement. If she was even younger, she knew that she wouldn't know enough to be embarrassed; but if the wish could just keep others from noticing the diaper, perhaps she could keep on celebrating as a big girl. She wasn't really aware of either of the images in her mind; so she didn't even notice which choice her phone had registered for her. Which birthday would Karin rather celebrate? 1st 8th
  14. [13] Once Upon a Challenge “Yeah,” Karin smiled, “I can wait until I get back to the palace. Let’s do this. Do you want to watch me from down here, or are you going to race me to the top?” The more she looked up at it, the more confident she felt. She squirmed a little at the same time; she’d drunk quite a lot of soda that morning, and really did need to pee soon. For a second she worried that she might even have an accident; but then she remembered that she was really at least a few years older than she felt. From however old she’d been before, it felt like it was a massive step down to being five. So of course she’d worry that she might act like a baby. But when she thought about it, she could remind herself that she still wasn’t that little; she was probably less than half of her real age, but she was still old enough to have been potty trained for about half her life at this age. “I’m not a baby,” she repeated to herself, keeping her voice down so that Birthday wouldn’t hear, “I can hold it until I get home”. And just saying it out loud made her feel that much more confident. “Let’s race,” Birthday swooped down from the medal towards Karin, “I’m not allowed to fly?” “Nope,” Karin smiled, “Only holding onto the tree, you got to get up just using your arms and legs.” And just like that, she started climbing. She thought at first that she was getting a head start, to counter the fairy’s natural agility. But when Birthday saw that Karin was already starting, she just folded in her wings and dropped to the tree trunk at the closest point, already as high as Karin’s waist. Both of them wanted to prove how good they were at tree climbing, and took this competition very seriously. To Karin, it was like a new lease of life, feeling like she hadn’t felt in years, and being able to think about her goal so seriously that she wasn’t thinking about anything else at all. Her hands and feet still weren’t as coordinated as she might have liked, and she kept overestimating how far she could reach and then having to find somewhere closer to put her foot down. But she had so much energy, she felt like she was really alive as she rushed upwards through the greenery. It wasn’t a long race, but every step was a challenge, and she could see Birthday out of the corner of her eye the whole way, advancing at roughly the same pace. The fairy had a small advantage because she was lighter, and din’t need to worry whether a branch would take her weight. But Karin’s eagerness made her move even faster, and soon the coveted ribbon was almost within arm’s reach. The two had been moving at almost the whole speed the entire way up. But Karin could reach up and stretch her arms, and she found that the tip of one finger just about brushed the frazed strands at the end of the ribbon. She was almost there, even closer than she’d been the last time she tried it, when all the boys in town had been been shocked into silence and the girls had cheered her on. She moved one foot up to a lump slightly higher on the trunk, and reached out again. But Birthday wasn’t going to give up when she was only inches away. Karin saw the little fairy wave her wand, and saw her fingers drawing back from the prize, so that her hand closed on empty air. “Sorry Princess,” Birthday giggled, “I don’t get to race much. I want to win, just once.” Karin realised that she was getting smaller again; but if she was getting younger or just shrinking she couldn’t tell. A minute ago, if she’d stood in this exact place the ribbon would have been in her hand, but now she was stretching as high as she could and Birthday was still clambering up a ridge in the trunk beside her elbow. Then Karin’s attention shifted to another problem, and she pressed her legs together automatically. She knew now she should have gone to the bathroom earlier, it was taking almost every ounce of concentration to hold her pee. She reminded herself that she wasn’t a baby now, she was nearly four years old, and such a big girl certainly wasn’t going to pee her panties. Karin took another step, hooking her leg with difficulty over what was probably the highest branch strong enough to take her weight. It creaked, but held. Then she reached out and triumphantly closed her hand around the pink ribbon… just to see it vanishing away again, her arms getting shorter as she watched. Birthday was level with the medal now, but it was snagged on a branch, pulled tight into a notch where the bark had been damaged, and the fairy couldn’t pull it free even when she pulled with all her strength. “No fair!” Karin yelled, squirming in desperation, “I’m going to do a wee!” That got Birthday’s attention and she turned away from the tree, only just managing to hold onto the end of the ribbon as she fell. The fairy dangled there in the air, realising that if her whole weight didn’t dislodge it, there hadn’t been much chance of her getting it out on her own anyway. “I’m sorry,” she babbled, “I just wanted to win, I didn’t realise it was that urgent. Let’s get down quick and–” but she gasped in surprise as Karin’s flailing arm finally managed to grip the ribbon and pull it free. “I win!” Karin gasped excitedly, but didn’t stop to enjoy her triumph, almost jumping down to the branch below. She knew she’d have to rush now, she’d only grabbed the ribbon because it was already within reach. From each foothold she dropped to the next, the seat of her pants skidding down the rough bark as she dropped in a series of barely controlled falls. Birthday was hanging on the end of the ribbon still, clinging on as she was whipped from side to side. In the excitement, she seemed to have forgotten that she could have unfolded her wings. A few hectic seconds later, Karin’s feet hit a branch wide enough to stand on, so she could walk along it and jump down to the statue’s base, from where there were a few steps leading down to ground level. But as her feet hit the branch, the jolt was more than she could take right now, and she felt herself lose control for just a moment. She was sure there’d be a damp patch on her jeans now, but she didn’t have time to stop and check. A tiny release didn’t make her any less desperate, and she felt like she was about to burst at any moment. “This is mean,” she gasped as she ran along the branch to the base of the statue, “You didn’t need to make me littler!” “Sorry,” Birthday called, finally realising she could fly and rising up from the ribbon, “I didn’t realise, I just wanted to win.” Karin was a little embarrassed, and a little angry. She didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the fair’s excuses. She didn’t notice the cellphone in her pocket chiming either. She took it out and glanced at the screen, but she was too caught up in uncoordinated attempts to pluck the flowers, and didn’t give it much attention. If she had, she would have seen three images displayed on the screen, with their own labels. But she wasn’t supposed to read those, and her gaze rested on them for less than two seconds before they disappeared, and she slipped the phone back into her pocket without remembering that she’d taken it out. All three images had shown a very young cartoon rendition of Princess Karin. In the first, she was actually a baby, dressed only in a diaper decorated with a pattern of crowns and kittens, giggling happily as her daddy, Prince Charming, tickled her tummy. The second had her as a toddler, standing uncertainly as if she’d only just learned how. In that picture she was wearing her cutest frilly party dress, but as her twirling pulled the material tight around her the bulge of a diaper was still just about visible. This Karin was still smiling, but uncertainly, and her cheeks were shaded a brilliant red. And the third was beaming proudly in front of her daddy as she opened a present in a beautifully wrapped box, in her party dress with no sign of embarrassment. If she’d been allowed to see the images in front of her eyes, Karin would surely have said she wanted to be the proud princess, capable of showing what a big girl she was. But what she would have admitted could have been a long way from what she actually wanted, and the app didn’t detect what she thought she wanted in any case, but the desires buried in her deep subconscious. There was no way she would know what she had chosen, until that situation came to pass. «Should the princess be…?» «Cared for» - «Embarrassed» - «Proud»
  15. [52] Once Upon a Treehouse “Can you hear the Thingumyjiggler?” Birthday asked, but Karin didn’t answer. She was staring up at the tree, lost in thought. Lost in memories of fun games she’d played so many years ago, and wondering if she was really that much faster than she had been before. “The boys are going away!” Birthday said again, then flew around to Karin’s other ear to repeat herself, “The monster didn’t chase any of them, did it? I didn’t see it. What did you see?” “Do you think I could climb that tree now?” Karin finally answered, pointing up to the junction of two branches where it was just possible to see something shiny on a length of ribbon snagged in the crook. “I bet I can reach that.” “Maybe. It doesn’t look too big, but that’s like three times your height. You think the monster will come after that little…” but by the time she’d finished speaking, Karin was already rushing towards the tree trunk. There was a statue beside the tree. Nobody seemed to remember what its real title was, but the kids had always called it the Witch’s House, and had gathered to play in the tiny hollow at the base. Now it was probably easier to climb than the tree itself, and Karin made the decision the first time she slipped. She could climb onto a big piece of the fake-marble shape, and from there into a ring that seemed to extend all the way around the statue. Every foothold she found made the next more obvious, grabbing onto arms and legs, as well as less obvious bits of the giant stone form, until she was sitting in a little bowl shape made by the upper arms of the statue’s two figures. She looked down and almost felt dizzy, even though she knew that she was probably big enough to jump down with no problems from this height now. And then from the top of the statue, she tested her weight on a long, solid branch that rested across the gap. It barely moved at all, showing the strength of solid wood when supported at both ends. She shook just a little as she stood upright on the bough, and then reached out to grab a smaller branch to steady herself. One careful step, two steps, three steps. And then she was in the giant tree, standing on the side of an ancient crate that had become the base of the boys’ treehouse, having scaled the drawbridge from the statue. It was a way of getting in that she’d thought about so many times when she was younger, but this was the first time she’d been brave and steady enough to actually get here. As she looked out at the paths around her, she was amazed by how small the landscape looked now. Once, this little corner of the woods had seemed like a whole world. But now it was just a small clearing, a forgotten space. But still a place large enough to contain all the fun she needed. And even though she should be old enough to reach it easily now, that medal up there would still be a big prize. She looked up, and she could see the sun shining off it. She knew she’d made the right choice, the monster would still be waiting for her in ten minutes. “What are we doing now?” Birthday asked, but Karin just turned to her and smiled. [12b] “Do you know how to climb trees?” Karin asked Birthday, as she quickly tied her hair up in bunches with the two pink ribbons from the bag. “Me?” the fairy giggled nervously, “No, but I can fly so it’s never really been a big deal.” “Oh, that’s so cool! How about you teach me how to fly, and I’ll teach you how to climb. That would be so fun.” “I don’t think I could do that. Maybe climbing trees, I could learn. But being able to fly would probably be your big wish. And I’m not sure if being young again already counts as the big one.” “Well, we can try it can’t we? I wish to grow…” She thought for a second, wondering if she should ask for fairy wings, or just let the magic decide the best kind. But after only a moment hesitation, the fairy’s wand started flashing. “Your wish is my command!” Birthday gasped, taken by surprise at the magic’s eagerness, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Karin gasped as she felt her body shrinking again. She felt that it wasn’t fair, as she hadn’t really wished to grow, and Birthday knew that she didn’t really want to get younger. But at the same time, the trees all around suddenly looked huge and gnarled, a real challenge to climb. A little mistake, but it could make her attempts to get up in the air so much more exciting, The challenge so much more real. “It’s okay,” she giggled, “It means we’re about the same size now! Think you can climb as fast as me?” And just like that she was off, scrambling up onto the nearest tree trunk. Climbing was harder than she expected. Her arms and legs were shorter, of course. She wasn’t even sure how old she was supposed to be, but she was sure she’d been more than five before she started playing with magic. She stretched out an arm, and it didn’t quite reach to where she expected. A few times she stumbled, and almost fell back down to the ground, but every new branch she stepped onto gave a real sense of achievement. “This is harder than it looks!” Birthday called from down below. For now she had those lovely wings folded tight against her back, and was attempting to copy Karin’s climbing style. She couldn’t grab the branches, of course, but her hands were small enough to hold onto the ridges in the bark, and when she reached one of the small branches it was large enough for her to walk around in comfort. She had to find a dozen handholds for every one of the human princess’s, but the tree was quite old, and there were many times more imperfections in the bark that would support a fairy. By the time they got to the higher branches, where Karin had only occasionally managed to reach, the fairy was almost level with her. The two girls reached the treehouse at the same time. It had been put up a long time before by some of the local boys; they’d said that girls shouldn’t build treehouses, and Karin thought that this decision was probably responsible for the poor state of decoration. If she’d been involved, she was sure, it would be beautifully carpeted with thick fluff that seemed to hug your toes, and there would be lacy curtains through which to peer out at the surrounding landscape. As it was, there weren’t any curtains. There weren’t even any windows. In reality, the treehouse was nothing more than a broken orange crate and a small plank, wedged in the crook of two branches, and an old groundsheet pressed into service as a tent, taped along the crate’s edge and then the opposite corner tied around branches above. Still, it was a treehouse, and she was amazed by the skill and ingenuity of the boys who’d managed to put it together. She pulled herself up over the edge, and then reached a hand down for Birthday to hop onto. So the two intrepid climbers reached their destination, and looked out over the woods. There wasn’t much to be seen; the screens of trees that shielded this little stretch of unmaintained path from the rest of the park were almost this high. Here she could see over the climbing plants and bushes, but there was little to be seen in the gaps between the trees, so she mostly had a good view of the path. Still, it was the sense of achievement more than anything that mattered. The treehouse was level with the top of the statue atop the witch’s house, which meant she was probably as much as ten feet off the ground. That was a massive thing to a princess so young. “You’re really good at this!” Birthday applauded, “I know it’s easier for me because I’m little, but you’re so brave coming up here!” “I could go higher,” Karin smiled, “This is where the boys can get to, but once I almost got the climbing medal!” She pointed up as she spoke to a ribbon hanging in the tree, high over their heads. Maybe another ten feet up the tree, at the point where the trunk split into two smaller trunks. It was just a ribbon, Karin knew now, caught in a crack in the bark. But to a girl as small as she was now, even that was a priceless treasure. And as much as she loved pretty things, the real prize would always have been the achievement of being able to reach it. “Wow!” Birthday grinned, “I couldn’t come close to that without flying. Did you really?” “Yeah!” Karin grinned, “I’m the best tree-climber out of all the princesses! I bet if I tried it now I could get it!” Then she paused a second, and added: “Not right now, though. I’ve got to go off to my party soon, I can’t stay out all day. And I need the bathroom too, and if I came back up here after then I know I’d be late for the party. I don’t want to not get my presents.” “Oh,” Birthday looked disappointed, “Maybe some other day, then? But I won’t be here another time. Are you sure you haven’t got time to get the prize first? I want to see you do it so I can cheer you on! And they can’t complain if you get to the party but then you have to use the bathroom before you can open your presents, would you?” “I guess…” Karin hesitated, unsure what she wanted most. The party was important, she knew. It was something she couldn’t miss. But the medal was something she’d dreamed about doing last time she was six, or seven. If she had a chance now, it would be a shame to waste it. And like Birthday said, she could get away with being a few minutes late. She didn’t quite realise that as she considered her options, she was looking down at the time on her phone’s screen. And she didn’t notice the images that flashed up momentarily on the screen. One of a Princess praised for being a good girl, smiling broadly and surrounded by presents; one where she was cheering out loud, with a gold medal clutched in her hand; and one where the cartoon figure on the screen had her face shaded bright red, and looked more like a toddler than a girl of five. «How does the Princess like to feel?» «Ashamed» - «Triumphant» - «Grown up» She wasn’t aware of seeing the image, and she was even more unaware of choosing one. But the app could see how long her eyes lingered on each image, and how much her pupils dilated as she envisioned each scene for just a fraction of a second. Which option did she choose? (I hope this reads okay… when I came to post it, I found that the link points to chapter 77, where Karin is baking a cake. So I had to skim some of the older chapters and work out which one the tree-climbing exercise was supposed to lead to)
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