In-Between Chapters 32 and 33 by Sofia Hammerstein

Cameron Sylvester has grown up always hoping he'll live up to the heritage of his mother's family height. She was a ten-foot-tall Big, after all, and his father was a tall Mid, which meant it shouldn't have been a question that he would grow out of the Little category of height early on. A bright student, he's been at the top of his class in science and math throughout his academic career! Looking toward his high school graduation and towards college, he's received scholarships to attend Emerson University. it's a question of inches if he'll be left to the fate of being a Little with a limited future or manage to make a future as a short 'Betweener.' Even as a Betweener, the question remains to be seen if he can be a normal adult or if he'll be left 'In-Between.'  (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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Chapter 32: Limited Options
 

I REFRAINED FROM snorting at the suggestion to take a nap. I briefly looked down at the dinosaur graphic on the diaper, blushed, and began looking around some more. My gaze fell to my left at the purple booster seat I’d first noticed when I got in. It was a high back booster with a five-point harness still. Still, definitely, years up in maturity from the toddler car seat I was currently buckled into. ‘I’d prefer that…’ I thought over the seat, clearly meant for an actual toddler. One thing I noticed that was odd, both the seat next to me and the seat I was in appeared to be brand-new. ‘Why did Addy have brand new car seats?’

I finally committed a small act of defiance by popping the damn pacifier out of my mouth. As I did so, I noticed it was purple and had a pink and white cartoon butterfly painted on the shield. I placed it in the seat’s cupholder since I didn’t want to willingly hold onto that.

“Surprised that it took that long,” Addison told me, noticing it through a screen in front of her. I groaned when I realized she could watch me and the road simultaneously.

I ended up trying some breathing exercises I’d learned at some point in school to try and calm myself down. ‘Something is really not right…’ I thought. ‘Besides the fact I’m now enslaved by my former girlfriend!’ I grimaced, ‘That sounds like some sort of bad porn movie or something…’

‘Just add that to the massively fucked up list, including that my fiancé is pretty much a braindead baby…’ I sighed. I noticed Addison was still watching me but didn’t say anything more as the car continued down the road. I began to recognize some of the streets and realized we were in the same area as Fred and Amanda’s place. When I watched their driveway pass by, I just wished there was a way I could have jumped out of the car and gone there to get away from this! Undoubtedly Amanda would have helped!

My hand found its way up to my neck and the necklace that held Beth’s engagement ring. I did everything I could to not cry then, knowing the criminals responsible for her horrible fate would probably get away with it now. ‘Not to mention I’m now literally in their clutches!’

The ride was blissfully silent in the expensive SUV, and twenty minutes further down the road at highway speeds, we finally turned into a driveway. An imposing granite gated entryway blocked the way, but a metal gate automatically split open to let her drive inside. I noticed a large delivery truck was parked next to a black sedan. Addison drove past them and into an oversized garage that opened. She came around for me and said, “Well, welcome home Cam.” Her voice wasn’t very welcoming, though, as she unbuckled the harness and picked me up. She placed her hand under my diaper and straddled my legs on her hip like a toddler. “Let’s get this over with…” she said quietly under her voice a moment before opening the house door.

“Miss Harris! I figured you would be here at least five minutes ago?” a tall woman dressed in a skirt suit said. She appeared a couple years younger than us and probably about ten-and-a-half feet tall. Her brown hair was tied in a neat bun at the back of her head, and I guessed she was probably some sort of assistant to Addison.

“We stopped for some diapers that fit better for the trip home,” she told her. “The one my mom, had in her purse was two sizes too small.”

“That makes sense; it’s just that you always drive so fast I figured you’d be here before they finished, but they just walked out to the truck. Everything is set upstairs like you requested…” Something about her expression made me wonder what wasn’t ‘right’ according to her.

“Thanks, Carrie,” she told her. “I appreciate you and Mindy helping get the contractors in here. Where is she?”

“She had to take off about ten minutes ago to pick up her grandbabies from school.”

“Oh, it is pretty late, I guess…”

The tall woman came closer to me and put her face practically next to mine. “So, this is the wittle troublemaker?” She reached down and grabbed my foot for some reason and squeezed it.

“This is Cameron, my former boyfriend and general pain in the ass to SafeFoods and my mother.”

“Well, look who’s going to be nothing but a good baby now!” she said with a smirk. “Looks like he’s still got a dry diaper, though… has he been a good baby and made a stinky diapee for his mommy yet?”

I then laid my head against Addison’s shoulder and tried to tune out the horrible witch.

“Thanks, Carrie; you can take off the rest of the week. I probably won’t be at work again until at least Monday if I can avoid it. Enjoy some time off.”

“Seriously?” she said. “If we’re both not there, things will fall apart on the Tinker account. I’ll go in and monitor things. I’ll only contact you if I really need to, though!”

“Very well, Carrie, have a good evening,” Addison told her. I stayed still as she carried me to the door and watched her leave through a large window beside the door.

She sighed and said, “Shall we see what they did with my instructions?”

I looked her in the eyes and shrugged, still not saying a word.

“Cameron, you are going to have to talk eventually…” She said, clearly not happy with my silence.

I shrugged again, and she grimaced, “Well, you’re going to have to respond to me one way or another in a minute…”

Her house was at least as big as Aunt Ruth’s old house but much more modern in style. Alongside the walls, I noticed several contemporary pieces of art that I was pretty sure I recognized artist signatures on… They didn’t look like prints, either!

The flooring featured thick carpeted areas with beautiful wooden floors mixed in as well. Even without the artwork, the house screamed that it cost probably ten or twenty of my own large home!

A large staircase was padded with an ornate carpet leading up to a second story. I guessed a third was above us, but Addison didn’t need to go up there with me yet. She turned to the left at the landing, walked down the hallway, and motioned to an end door, “That’s my bedroom…” she said. “Yours will be one of these.”

A door was pushed open to one of two doors that were across from each other. My blood turned to ice at the sight before me.

The walls were painted a baby blue, with some little cartoon dinosaurs painted around the walls. On one end near the window was a large dark walnut crib that looked to be an extended size for me as a Betweener. A changing table, an extra-large walker, and baby toys of every type imaginable filled shelves along the sides. The smell of fresh paint made it clear that this had somehow been done that day. ‘Before or after the Maturosis ruling…?’ I couldn’t help but wonder.

“They outdid themselves,” she said. “What do you think?”

I looked at her without comment.

She sighed, “Well, this is Option A for you, Cam.”

I looked up at her questioningly.

“I’ll explain more in a second,” she said. I was bounced lightly up and down, and then she carried me across the hall to another room.

I felt my blood chill even further, as I wasn’t sure which of these nightmares was the worst!

The walls in this room were painted a pale yellow, with colored butterflies and flowers making up a mural across the bottom portion of the walls. The ceiling was painted to look like a blue sky with white clouds. I noticed a white changing table along one wall, but instead of a crib, there was a white toddler bed with a shorter rail that ran just halfway down it.

Toys were just as abundant in this room, but all were pink and purple, dolls and other items, making it the perfect little girls’ room. I glimpsed an open closet with poofy skirts and dresses visible. A rocking chair sat in one corner, and Addison walked towards it and sat down, turning me sideways in her lap.

“Cameron, I’m not going to lie… I’m not happy about this at all, but when I went to speak with the judge, she gave me two options for your ‘Maturosis Treatment.’” She practically scowled at those words, and I now wondered about her involvement since everything seemed premeditated. “I… I shouldn’t have gotten involved, but she’s giving me two ways here… Neither of them is great, Cam…”

For the first time since I’d seen her in the courtroom, I wondered if some of the old Addy was still present.

“What are they?” I found myself asking.

She jumped as if surprised I could still talk. “Talking to me now, huh?”

“For now,” I told her. “The jury’s out on the future.”

She looked sad but nodded, “Fair enough, I’d…” She paused, “I’d probably feel the same way... The judge will let me use either of these rooms with you. In this room, I would give you a few days, and if you can prove to me that you’re going to be good, I can let you wear Pull-Ups. The downside for you is that the judge feels there had to be some sort of penalty, so you would have to become my little girl instead of a boy.”

I made a face at that but couldn’t help but know she had always liked my hair long.

“The other room?” I asked.

“In the other room, you can keep on being a boy, with all of your parts, but you will be given a treatment tomorrow that will make it to where you cannot walk anymore, will have your teeth removed, and it’ll be diapers, and breastmilk and baby food for the rest of your life.”

I felt myself begin to hyperventilate a little. This was worse than my worst nightmare! I suddenly shook and said, “You can’t do this to me…” I felt tears going down my face, “You said you loved me years ago!”

I felt her arms around me even as I tried to wriggle free of them. Her mouth was beside my ear, “I do love you; I never stopped. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have stood up today…” She paused, “You might have had both procedures done already. I know which choice I think is better, but you have to choose.”

I sat in her arms tightly for a long while before breathing again. She let up on her grip, and I looked around the room. This room would mean relative freedom…

“I just have to dress… like… a… a… a girl?” I asked.

She shook her head, “The judge insists if I choose this treatment for you, you must be altered to fit that gender tomorrow.”

“I can’t… You can’t… But…” I found myself stammering; I didn’t know what to say for the first time in years.

“Judge Tanye said that I’m supposed to choose for you, Cam, but I’m going to let you choose. You’re going to have to deal with one of these options. At least, as Cammie, you could still do everything. If we have you treated tomorrow to remain Cameron… well…”

I noticed then that her face was just as wet as mine. I looked around the room and then down at my diaper. I needed to go to the bathroom, and my bladder felt like it was going to burst. “Can I use the potty,” I asked timidly.

She shook her head, “Sorry, but you’re stuck in diapers for at least a few days. That means you have to use them.”

I cringed but knew that was probably the answer. My new ‘mommy’ began stroking my hair right then like she used to, and I forced myself to let go into the diaper. It warmed and quickly ballooned as it soaked up the afternoon’s pee.

The diaper, honestly, wasn’t the worst part of either of the options. Being unable to walk, losing my teeth, and becoming like Beth had been was kind of past the point of even being an option. ‘Not like you can do anything with Beth anyway…’ I thought morosely.

“Can…?”

“Can?”

“Can we save some of my sperm before you do it?” I blushed.

She looked thoughtfully at me, “The judge didn’t say we couldn’t, so I guess we can. We’ll find some time for that sample before your procedure.”

“I guess… this is my room…”

She actually smiled, “Good choice Cammie! Let’s get you dressed and go find something to eat…”

Addison sat me down on the ground for the first time since the judge’s ruling, and I realized the wet diaper would affect my gait slightly. It sagged between my legs, and I suspected I had peed enough that some was just barely escaping out of one of the legs, and a droplet crawled down my leg. I didn’t feel relieved, but I did appreciate that it was a regular baby’s diaper. At least it wasn’t a ‘crawler’ diaper that would have forced me to crawl… Or worse, one of the ‘newborn’ ones that kept you on your back or stomach, unable to move! She walked over to the closet and dug through it for a second, not asking me anything of my opinion. When she turned around, I saw she held a simple purple dress with butterflies made of sequins flying up the skirt and onto the bodice. I guessed it was probably high-end children’s wear, but it still seemed practical for a dress.

She sat it on the changing table and lifted me onto its padded surface. As she did so, I noted that it was a typical ‘Littles’ changing table with a standard chest strap like a baby’s, but also arm, head, and feet straps available as well. I grimaced at memories of seeing those used on Littles in store and mall bathrooms.

She sat me up with my legs dangling on the edge and began undoing the buttons on the dress shirt I wore one button at a time. At one point, it would have been an arousing act, but today it was like each button was another level of maturity ripped away from me. When she was done, she pulled it off, revealing the necklace she had once given me and Beth’s ring hanging like a pendant.

I watched her eyes narrow in on it. It was like a switch had been thrown as she just froze and silently stared at it.
 
 

Chapter 33: Too Little
 

ADDISON LOOKED AT me in shock for a second before gently twisting the chain. “You’ve kept it all these years?”

I sighed and didn’t hold back, “I wore this today as a symbol of the two loves I’ve now lost to your mom and her cronies.”

“Cam…mie… I’m sorry,” she said. I saw a tear go down her face and wondered what the hell she really had to be sad about at this point! She wasn’t the one who received a life sentence to babyhood today! “I can’t let you keep this right now…”

I grabbed her hand and pried it off of my necklace. “It’s the only…” I sobbed, “It’s the only thing I have left of her; you can’t take that too!”

She shook her head, “I promise I’ll keep it safe… but no, I can’t let you keep it.”

I considered fighting her then but pushed her hands away gently. “Fine, let me be the one to remove it…”

I felt tears stream down my face again as I undid the necklace’s clasp and caressed the ring for a moment before saying, “You have to let me have this back…”

She shrugged, “We’ll see Cammie.” She looked really torn right then before sighing. “Cammie, do you remember you telling me about your visit to see Beth freshman year?”

My eyes narrowed, but I nodded.

“Well… You’re caught in the same situation, sweetie… we both are.”

My eyes widened as I realized if she was telling the truth… I looked up and realized I could see at least one camera in plain sight. ‘Shit!’

“Promise me,” I told her again.

“I can’t do that,” she told me, even as she gave me the slightest head nods.

I reluctantly let go of it, and she sat it down at the end of the changing table next to some wipes. Her hand pushed my body back onto the changing table, and she turned my legs parallel to the side. A strap was placed across my chest, but to my relief, she didn’t use the extra straps I had seen available.

I felt my body tense up rigidly as I knew what was coming. I hadn’t had a wet diaper changed in over a decade… and at least that horrible incident had meant it was my dad or the school nurse… This was my… ‘Mommy?’ I closed my eyes, as I couldn’t look up at the woman I had fallen in love with all those years ago. I had loved her; we had been a great team…

I felt her hands on my hips and heard a ‘scritch’ as she tore the Velcro fasteners loose. I felt her grab my ankles, and then she lifted my legs and hips off the changing pad cushion. I peeked out and saw that since she was still so much larger than me, she only needed one hand to grab my ankles, just like a woman with a real baby. She reached into a container and pulled out a wipe, flipping it open in her hand, before smiling as she brought it towards my crunched form. I felt the wipe and was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was at least warm.

She took a couple minutes to rub my bottom down before flipping open another diaper and placing it underneath me. When she had me down, she used another warm wipe on my crotch, and I couldn’t help but, unfortunately, feel aroused at the first real touch down there in years! I watched as she tossed that to the side with the used diaper and then grabbed for some lotion.

“Your skin isn’t used to this…” she sighed, rubbing lotion all over my diaper area and then the rest of my body.

I had a moment of panic, wondering if this was some of their company’s ‘special’ lotion that had screwed over Beth. I tensed, finding my arousal instantly gone, and she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t…”

She shook her head, “Normal baby lotion; we won’t be using many of my family’s products on you.”

Her hands went back to work on my stomach and shoulders. I hated that her touch and contact felt so stimulating after the last few years of hell. It twisted my guts, as I felt like it was a betrayal of Beth to feel like that, knowing full well that Addison was now the assistant director in charge of the testing division that led to Beth’s fate.

‘At least she was still in grad school when they hurt Beth,’ was all I could think to justify keeping her separate from what happened. She wrapped up the short massage by rubbing my toes with lotion and then wiping her hand with a wipe. She then returned her attention to fastening the diaper between my legs, probably grateful that I was still fully potty trained and probably wouldn’t intentionally pee in her face… It was actually tempting for a second, knowing they were preparing to take that ability from me the next day - but I hoped that maybe something of the old Addy was still within this monster. Pissing her off, literally, seemed a poor move at that point.

She pulled the front of the diaper tightly to my crotch, and I felt her pull my left side tab loose and then tape it down before repeating with the right. “Sit up, baby,” she told me softly after she undid the strap. As I did so, I saw this wasn’t one of the diapers we had just purchased. Instead, it was a bright pink diaper covered in rainbows, suns, clouds, and star shapes. “Carrie outdid herself; these are cute,” she told me.

I huffed as I could tell it was also thicker than the baby diaper I had worn before.

“Is it not comfy?”

I looked up at her, “Why don’t you put one on and tell me?”

She had the nerve to laugh, “I don’t think they’d fit me, sweetie. Sorry that you’re the size of a small preschooler still. If you were forty or fifty pounds heavier, these wouldn’t fit…”

“Shouldn’t have gone on that diet,” I grumbled. Two years ago, I was packing on the weight with seriously unhealthy habits. Last year I forced myself to try and gain control of my life, and with a strict diet and cardio regimen, I managed to drop over thirty-five percent of my weight. I was again back in the nominal BMI numbers – only one-hundred-and-ninety pounds last I checked six months before. Since then, I’d probably lost more since learning of Beth’s fate. I rarely seemed to have an appetite, constantly thinking about her messed up situation.

“Arms up, Cammie,” she said to me.

I looked at her holding the dress before her, and seriously thought about fighting back again. Still, the memories of watching failed Littles do that repeatedly reminded me it would be hopeless. I half-heartedly put my arms up, and she soon grabbed onto my wrists to guide them into the sleeves and pulled the fabric over my head. I looked down and was at least grateful that the dress covered the damn diaper.

I thought that might end everything, but she turned my body to face the wall and pulled at the rubber band holding my still-long hair back. “I’m surprised you never cut this after we broke up…” she said almost casually.

“Beth likes it…” I replied. “Or she did, at least before your company turned her into a mindless husk.”

Her hands froze for a second but didn’t respond. A brush appeared and ran through my hair, “You always had nice hair… need to get it trimmed, though. It’s a little long now, I think.”

I sighed.

I felt her separate the two sides and had seen enough Littles and real girls to know she was making pigtails. Fortunately, she didn’t braid them, just used some hair ties to make the high bunches, and then some ribbon was tied into bows around each. I was picked up and sat on the ground in front of a tall mirror hung on one wall.

I felt my stomach turn as I looked at myself. You could see my jaw was wrong, my nose a bit too large, but the dress and the hair made me look way more like a girl than I was comfortable admitting! ‘I should have shaved it off…’ I thought to myself. I looked up at her and saw that at least she wasn’t smiling.

“How about some dinner?” She asked me, walking back to the changing table and grabbing my necklace.

I shrugged, “Okay.”

To my surprise, she didn’t pick me back up, instead reaching down with her hand. I took the hint and grabbed onto ‘Mommy’s’ hand.

‘I should make her carry me everywhere…’ I thought for a moment as I waddled a little with the diaper. ‘At least she’d be dealing with some physical pain to match the emotional pain I’ve been through.’

The diaper wasn’t one of the thick crawler ones I’d seen Littles forced to wear, but it was still padded enough to remind me of its presence with every step. The crinkle it generated from underneath the dress would surely tell any Big around me of my underwear demotion.

She led me down the hallway, “This is Mommy’s room,” she told me in a cutesy voice. “You should stay out of here, but I’ll show you where we’ll put your old jewelry for safekeeping…”

I watched as she let go of my hand and pulled open a picture frame of a painting of a real baby running across a field on a hidden hinge. She used her fingerprint on a reader and opened the safe door. She placed it inside and closed it, “It’ll be safe in there.”

I felt angry right then, but there was nothing I could do at all. The former love of my life grabbed my hand again and led me to the grand staircase. Downstairs I saw a large living room with a big fireplace beside the front doors. She showed me back through a large dining room and into the kitchen, where a smaller table was set up. I noted the high chair sat at the table and was completely unsurprised when she let go of my hand, pulled the tray off, and turned around to me.

I made a face, and she sighed, “Sorry, Cammie, but you’re too little now to sit at the table without this.” Without further explanation, she picked me up under my armpits and sat me in the chair. I noted sourly that there were hand and head restraints on this chair, but I was relieved when she only did the harness up and pushed me towards the table without the tray in place. It did allow me to be at the right height for the table, at least, and a taller view to watch as she moved to the counter, where she dug through the cabinet and made a face for a moment.

‘What am I going to get stuck eating…?’ I couldn’t help but wonder. ‘I’m the size of a preschooler; I shouldn’t get stuck with baby food at least… It’s why I went with this ridiculous girl route.’

I was distracted momentarily, looking down at the weird sequins that made butterflies on the dress. It felt like a long shirt at the moment, but at least the only person looking at me with it was the one who forced me into it… ‘Tomorrow…?’ I couldn’t help but squirm. ‘Would she really do it?’ I wondered

‘If I can’t have the love of my life anymore, does it really matter?’ I thought darkly.

I must have been brooding for a few minutes because the additions on the table made me jump. A tall pink sippy cup meant to be drank from any side was set to the right of a weird-looking divided plate. I watched as Addison pressed down on it for just a second and tugged on it, “Huh,” she said, “that’s kind of smart…” I turned to her and watched her look down at me, “It’s meant to stay in place, so it can’t be thrown.”

I made a face at her, “Trying to give me ideas?”

A smirk tried to go across her face but never reached her eyes, “Eat up,” she said, patting my back.

A set of plastic utensils was provided in addition to the plate. I was grateful it looked like the same beef dish she was eating, other than she’d pre-cut it. That was annoying, but given the plastic baby utensils I’d been given, probably necessary.

There were four sectioned areas of the plate that she’d doubled up on roast beef in two, some mashed potatoes in another, and some carrots that looked stewed with the meat in the last. I looked suspiciously at the food for a moment, “I promise you it’s the same thing I’m eating,” she said with a sigh. I noticed she blushed then as she sighed. “I really hate Mom…”

Deciding that she still hadn’t earned my trust back in any real way, I just picked up the stupid plastic fork thing and began awkwardly spearing and bringing pieces up to my mouth. Annoyingly through the meal, I dropped more than I liked to admit. Looking down at my dress when I was done eating, I had a feeling she would comment.

“Well, I guess I should get you a bib next time… Of course, with those plastic utensils, I’m not surprised…”

“You could just let me use real utensils, you know?”

A nod of her head to the corner of the room was made as she said, “Sorry, Princess, I can’t do that. You’re just too little now; with your Maturosis, you might hurt yourself.”

I followed her gaze a second later and guessed there was yet another damn camera. It took everything I had not to tell her to ‘go fuck off,’ flip her the bird, or otherwise mouth off. Over the past few years, I’d found some of our cases completely destroyed by video of the Little going off like that. So instead of that, I just stared at her with my ‘what the fuck face.’

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you can watch TV with Mommy before your bath.”

I really hoped the old Addy was in there. Still, as she referred to herself as ‘Mommy,’ she used a baby wipe to attack my face and the dress and unceremoniously stuck her fingers underneath my skirt to squeeze my diaper; I was sure she was just another Amazon with a Mommy complex! “Still dry, but no wonder since you haven’t finished your juice,” she said while handing me the sippy cup. “You need to finish that soon.”

I hadn’t even taken two sips, recognizing the Plapple juice inside. It tasted good, but I knew usually only young babies and diapered toddlers drank it due to the tendency for it to make you go pee. I had heard it could help on the other end too. Still, I rarely had it growing up unless Grandma Suzy or the school cafeteria workers forced it onto me…

She unbuckled me as I put the cup to my mouth and sipped from it. Truthfully the sweet drink did taste good, and I was doomed to use the damn diapers anyway for now, so it wasn’t worth battling her about it. ‘Somehow, I doubt much soda will be in my future, let alone the alcohol I really need right now…’

I was carried to a large home theater room and unceremoniously sat on the couch. “If my mom comes over, you won’t be sitting on the couch unless you’re on one of our laps…”

I glared at her, “Is she coming?”

“Not tonight,” she said with a sigh that sounded grateful. “I convinced her I needed time with my baby alone to imprint properly.”

I looked up at her. The expression on her face was one that she had worn many times while we dated when her mom was pushing her buttons. It was the face of exasperation as she tried anything to get around her mother’s machinations… And I honestly took it as a sign that maybe she wasn’t as committed to this screwed-up situation as I had initially feared.

‘She’s still going to take you in for a gender change tomorrow…’ I griped. She walked over to a bar along one side of the room and poured herself what looked like a large rum and coke, something she had used to like when we were in college too. She returned, sat on the opposite side of my couch, and turned on the TV.

She looked torn on something, “According to my mom, I should be doing something else with you to bond with you tonight, Cammie, but I’m not going to. Pick something to watch,” she said, reaching her long arm to me with the remote.

“Umm… okay?” I told her. “To be honest, I never watch TV anymore…”

“Oh… Why not?”

I shrugged, “I spend all of my time working.”

“All of it?” she asked curiously.

“What else is there to do?”

“Go out? Go clubbing? Hiking? Camping? Shopping?” She looked confused, “You used to do those things?”

“I used to have someone to do those things with,” I told her honestly. “I don’t know how much your mom told you, but my life has been pretty much downhill since you all screwed up Beth and her mom. Both sets of my grandparents died, and then my dad followed within a year of that happening.”

She looked at me with a shocked expression, “All of that in a year?”

“All of it.”

The look in her eyes was the old Addy when she had genuine remorse for something. For seeing a Little being mistreated or someone being hurt. She used to be a pretty empathetic person.

“I’m sorry, Cam. My dad died last year, but at least I still have my sister and my mom…” she said. She took a deep gulp of her glass and then turned the TV onto some detective drama that I vaguely remembered catching an episode of once. The mechanics of the courtroom scenes were marginal, but it was entertaining.

About twenty minutes into the episode, I needed to pee again and decided to just ask. “Umm… may I use the potty?”

She looked at me, “Of…” She stopped and glanced at the corner, “At least until we get done tomorrow, that diaper is your potty, Cammie. Just go in it like a good baby girl.”

I could see her wince as she said it.

“Really?”

She nodded towards the camera, “Really… and make sure you go number two tonight if you can. They said if you hadn’t had one by tomorrow, they would need to give you an enema to ensure you were clear first.”

I glared at her and crossed my arms then, leaning against the arm of the sofa opposite of her still. It took me a couple moments to get the pee to release again, but the stream quickly filled the diaper and dried. ‘At least it’s not a cheap diaper…’ I couldn’t help but darkly appreciate it. ‘I can probably pee in this stupid thing for eight hours before it even thinks of leaking. And I doubt I’d get a rash if she left me in it for an entire day…’

My cup was empty as I tried to take a drink, so she said, “Here, hand me your cup. I’ll fill it with water – it’s all they really want you to have until after your procedure.”

I just watched her go to the bar, open it up, rinse it out, and fill it with ice and water. She brought it back over and, instead of just handing it to me, picked me up and hugged me. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Cameron,” into my ear.

It was then that I officially broke down and cried.

Everything since Dad had died, Beth’s destruction, and my fate hit me then, and I completely lost it.

I felt her cradle me and run her hands alternately through my hair, or patting my back, until my body had decided enough was enough, and I must have faded off to sleep.
 
 

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