In-Between Chapters 18 and 19 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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The Legal Stuff: In-Between © 2020-2026 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 18: Poetry
 

THE LAST SEMESTER of my undergrad years flew and dragged by after I returned from break. Without Addy to hang out with, I tended to spend more time at Stacy’s or Megan’s that spring. ‘Meggy’ had managed to adjust to the new normal with Megan. Meggy really was treated as maturely as could be allowed by a Big who adopted you. The one exception was that she finally convinced Megan to stop throwing away the milk she was constantly pumping and allowed her to remove it for herself. It quickly finished what limited control of her potty training Meg had remaining, but she didn’t mind because it made it less stressful to not have to force herself to poop in her diapers. She believed it was easier to just have a genuine accident and go, ‘Oh, my diaper’s poopy?’

It was a bit awkward, but I’d been over at Stacy’s several times and watched as both of them were nursed by their ‘mommies.’ Stacy, in particular, seemed more needy than in the past as we got closer and closer to graduation. I suspected it was since she knew her return to her dimension was imminent, and she would have to say goodbye to Amanda and Fred - whom she had grown very close to!

A week before graduation, she invited me to her house and led me upstairs to her room. She shut the door, pressed some buttons on a tablet, and said, “Cameron, I need to talk to you about some things…”

“Like what?” I asked curiously. This was the most secretive she’d ever behaved – which was saying something!

“I’m going home Saturday after Commencement, and I feel like I need to at least let one person in this dimension know about some things.”

I was really curious, “Like what?”

“Well, first, I need to apologize to you... I did something to you a few years ago and didn’t tell you about it.”

My eyes narrowed, “What did you do to me?”

“Remember freshman year when you told me that, Addy,” my gut clenched at her name. She clearly grimaced herself then, “You told me that you had been making out and accidentally got a mouthful of her milk?”

I nodded, “I never went near there again… I was too nervous of becoming another incontinent Little.”

She smiled, “You could have multiple times a day, and it never would have been a problem.”

“What?”

“I doubt you remember, but you helped me get my bag down from a table the next week. While you handed it to me, you were shocked by something that felt like a static charge?”

I thought for a second, “I kind of remember that…”

“Well, you’d mentioned wishing you didn’t have to worry about it… and I didn’t want to worry about seeing another friend joining the permanent diaper train. So… I transferred some nanites to you.”

“What…?” I gasped. “Is that why I don’t have any body hair still?”

She shook her head, “No, that’s still down to that awful prank. The main thing I programmed them to do was clear the protein that’s in Amazon’s milk from your nervous system. That protein binds to receptors, which would have rendered you incontinent.”

I breathed a sigh of relief but was still slightly annoyed, “You could have asked…?”

“I couldn’t let anyone know I had that ability, Cam.”

I nodded at that, “Did it do anything else?”

“Not yet, but I want to add something for you.”

“What?”

“You’re still susceptible to some of the hypnotic suggestions out there, right?”

I blushed! She knew that I had fought for a month just a few months ago to avoid a sudden nighttime thumbsucking issue after watching a movie at Megan’s. “I guess I am…”

“I’d like to add a routine to the nanites inside you to filter that out.”

“You can do that?”

“That’s how I escaped those Venture people freshman year,” she told me.

“Any risks?”

“I don’t think so with this.”

“With other things?”

“Well, when I did the more significant things with Bella, she unfortunately shrunk.”

My eyes widened, “That won’t happen, right?”

“It shouldn’t.”

I thought for a moment. Stacy was one of the most brilliant people I had ever met… and she was pretty sure of herself, so I decided, “Yeah, go ahead.”

She pressed some buttons on her tablet, and I suddenly felt a jolt over my body, but it was over instantly. I looked at my clothes and was grateful to see no change in my height!

“You said there were other things?” I asked her.

“I have a prototype of something I want to release in the wild. I want to leave information with someone just in case the information is needed, though…”

“What’s it do?”

“Hopefully helps get rid of some of the cruelty towards Littles?” She stopped, “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve used it on my aunts and uncles. It should activate in two weeks once I’m gone. Another with my cousins will activate in a month. If all of those work… then maybe it could be released elsewhere…?”

“Tell me more…”
 

THE WEEK OF Commencement, both sets of my grandparents came into town to see me graduate. That night after I walked the stage, we had a big party at my house to celebrate my degree and acceptance into the Harlan School of Law. It was easily the most prestigious law school in the country, and I would be paid to go!

Grandpa Jack and Grandma Wendy came to see us very few times when I was growing up. Most of the time, we saw them involved us driving the ten-hour drive to their home once a year in the summers. They hadn’t seen me in person since my high school graduation, so I matured a lot since then! Fortunately for Dad and I, they got along with my Mom’s parents quite well.

“What happened with that girlfriend of yours?” Grandpa Frank asked.

“Girlfriend?” Grandma Wendy asked.

I sighed, “It didn’t work out, unfortunately,” I tried to leave it at that.

“No wonder she was like the total opposite of you, dear,” Grandma Suzy said.

“That wasn’t the problem,” I tried to reign in my temper and emotions. Even five months later, the wound was an open sore for me.

“What was the problem then?” Grandma Wendy asked.

“Her parents didn’t approve of her going out with a Mid. Marrying me was completely out of the question… they told her she had to break it off with me, or they would cut her out of her inheritance.”

“Was it a big one?”

“You could say that,” I said sadly. “I really don’t want to talk about her, though.”

“Fair enough,” Grandpa Frank said, trying to put the genie back into the bottle. “You excited to move to your new school?”

I nodded, “I’m looking forward to seeing another part of the country. And I’m looking forward to being at the best of the best,” I responded.

“I’m jealous that you’re getting this experience,” he told me.

I smiled at that, “I just hope it all works out!”

“I’m sure it will! Just don’t forget about us when you’re the big-shot lawyer!” Grandpa Jack said.

I smiled at that. After we had enjoyed a great dinner, I opened a stack of presents everyone had given me. The first one was larger than the others when I opened it. I was excited to see a really expensive leather satchel briefcase from Grandpa Frank and Grandma Suzy that looked really classy. It was sized to look perfect for my height!

“Thanks!” I said as I gave them a hug, “I’ll use this all of the time, I’m sure!”

I also received a leather portfolio notebook that matched the brown leather. My other grandparents gave me a nice gold-plated pen set with my initials. Dad had bought a new computer for me to use - something that surprised me since my current one worked just fine! I thanked him, though, and the party was over soon enough. They had all left the next day to return home, leaving Dad and I alone, when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I said to him since he was working on a load of laundry. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mr. Fehler holding Beth on his hip.

She sucked on a pacifier, wearing a very short dress that displayed an attached onesie snapped together to cover most of her diaper. “Hi Cameron, we heard you had graduated. May we come in?”

“Sure…” I said as I motioned for them to come inside. I shut the door and made sure the blinds were closed. As if he was waiting for that, he set Beth down, and she ran over to me and bearhugged me!

“I’m so happy for you, Cameron!”

“Beth… you’re running and talking normally?!?” I looked at Mr. Fehler, “You’re letting her grow up?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m certain if anyone found out about her recovering her locomotion or the teeth I had implanted and fixed her tongue, we’d have a problem. As it is, we’re hiding the teeth under a prosthetic,” he said as Beth opened her mouth and pulled out a piece of silicone that reminded me of a mouthguard from sports, just a lot thinner and flesh-colored.

“I still have to wear and use diapers everywhere but home… and go to daycare,” she squirmed a bit, “Anywhere we’re out, I pretend nothing has changed… But at least when I’m at home, Daddy is letting me be more of a big girl!”

“I’d ask you not to tell anyone…” He said to me and my father, who had come in.

“You won’t hear it from us!” Dad said. “I’m glad to see Beth happier!”

“Me too!” I said with a smile, putting my arms around Beth for another hug.

“Here, open it!” She told me and handed me a wrapped package.

“It’s all her,” her dad told me as we sat down on the living room furniture, with Beth sitting beside me.

I looked at the package and opened it up, finding a piece of black slate mounted vertically to a wooden base. It had a poem inscribed on it.
 

 

I felt the tears in my eyes just then and hugged her, “I’m sorry, I never realized…”

She laughed, “I never pushed… It never seemed like there could be a future for us… well, for me, once you finally grew.”

“Why don’t you two go to your room, Cam?” her dad suggested.

I gave him a questioning look, and he gave me a nod.

I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to my room, grateful I had just made my bed that morning since my grandparents were still around.

“Nothing has changed here?” She said as she sat down on the bed.

I shook my head, “No, it’s like a time capsule every time I come home… well, I brought everything home this time, I guess.”

“So, other than graduating, how have things been? You and Addy…?”

I sighed, “She broke up with me just before Christmas when I proposed to her.”

“That’s awful, Cam!” she told me.

“Yeah… I’ve had a hard time getting over her this semester. It gave me a lot of time to think, though,” I told her.

“About?”

“About the one who got away because she was mere inches from me,” I told her.

I stared into her eyes and wondered if it would be okay to kiss her now that she was mostly back to normal. I didn’t have time to decide that for myself as she launched herself at me and kissed me more passionately than Addy had ever done. I kissed her back and found myself being practically attacked by her passion.

“What will your father say…?” I asked, taking a quick break.

“I told him what I wanted to do with you.”

“Oh, what is that?”

“Make up for lost time…”

Her diaper and my underwear were the only things that stayed on over the next hour. I didn’t have a condom, or I might have considered letting her convince me to go ahead the rest of the way.

“Please?” she had asked me.

“I can’t risk getting you pregnant… I’m already risking my possible legal career right now…” I told her.

“Why?”

I sighed, “Because even though you are an adult, the court considers you a minor…”

“You don’t really love me,” she started to say, but I kissed her firmly on the lips.

“That’s not the case at all! I just need us to be cautious here, Beth. I have three years of Law School to go. I’ll come back at breaks, and if your dad is a willing accomplice to bring you over here… well, we can see what will happen. But maybe, just maybe, by the end of those three years, we can get you an emancipation hearing?”

“That’s not possible… is it?”

“Not in this state… but maybe if your dad moves you to another state with better laws, you can all work on that while I go to school.”

“But if I came back here?”

“Who says you have to come back here?” I smiled, “It’s not like there’s much keeping either of us in this crappy town?”

She smiled, “Okay, I work on getting certified as a grown-up again, and you work on becoming a big-shot lawyer. I can live with that.”

“Great,” I told her and gave her another kiss. “You get that certificate, and I’ll show you what we can do as adults…”

I helped her put back on the dress and snapped the crotch shut for her. Her diaper was getting pretty soggy, so she needed to go home and get a change.

Over the next three months, while I was at home, Mr. Fehler brought her over at least once a week. We would video chat every day for hours at a time otherwise. Each time he came, I gave him information about some places they could move and overturn the Maturosis diagnosis. By the end of the summer, they had already managed to get past the most challenging part of things, the re-potty-training.

She had an occasional setback since she could only use the potty at my house and her own… It bothered her that she had to make sure she acted like a drooling infant at daycare. There she still had to crawl around, eat meals of only baby food and formula, and pretend that pooping and peeing her diapers was normal.

The night before I left for law school, Mr. Fehler brought her over and handed me a package inside a bag. I blushed when I realized what was in it. “Is that a good…? You are okay…?”

“You both need it,” he told me. “Just make sure you use that. You might want to have Lizzie use the potty first…”

It was probably the stupidest and riskiest idea of all time! But I took him up on the offer when she made all the moves toward me. Taking her diaper off was among the weirdest things I’d ever done. Still, when it was off, I discovered that things definitely fit together much better than they had with Addy!

I was still smiling from the experiences the next day as my plane touched the ground in the city that held my law school.
 
 

Chapter 19: New Haven
 

DAD HAD FLOWN with me to New Haven to help me move in. We were definitely on the shorter side of passengers walking around without ‘guardians.’ We had both dressed up for the flights hoping it would help keep people from dismissing us because of our shorter heights. Fortunately, it seemed to work as we left our home airport with reasonably decent treatment. Arriving in my new city, I was greeted with the sights of a decidedly more liberal society. Littles could be adopted here, but the rules were significantly more stringent. There was a mandate that a Little had to be willing to be adopted. Forced adoptions only occurred in the case of court rulings. In those cases, the lawyers and mental health professionals had to agree on a diagnosis of Maturosis for an adoption to be ordered. It meant most of the babied Littles were perpetrators of some criminal offense and needed re-raised as a criminal consequence, or they genuinely preferred living like that.

There were still plenty of diapered and babied littles in view as we exited the airport, but at last, nearly all of the ones I saw seemed happy. As we passed them, I didn’t see any signs of the scarring that so many had back home from mobility impairment surgeries. Also, I noticed that all the smiling Littles still had their teeth! New Haven was named long before Littles were even considered, but the name seemed to fit. The Harlan School of Law often took a leading role in Little Rights cases, and it was clear that, at least here, things seemed to be better for Littles.

I would have suggested Mr. Fehler bring Beth here. Still, unfortunately, while the adoptions were more difficult to legally occur, they also had rules that made it equally more challenging to emancipate an adopted Little. That was because they assumed they had been willing to enter into the agreement… or had a valid reason to be forced into it by the courts.

Fortunately for Littles, wet or messy pants weren’t enough of a reason here to lose your freedom!

I sighed as we walked out to the line of cabs, and a tall big waved one down for us. “Thank you, sir,” Dad told him.

“You’re welcome!” he said.

The cab driver got out and helped load our luggage in the back. We had both brought our maximum luggage allowance, using Big sized luggage that was a challenge for me to push around. Dad’s was mostly filled with my stuff, too, as we decided not to drive my car out to school. We made that decision because everything was within walking distance from the student residential village I was assigned. The school maintained a series of apartments that my fellowship covered near a grocery store and retail area. Unless I was trying to explore, I wouldn’t even need to leave the section of town that I was in. If I did need to travel, the mass transit system there was very well thought out and worked just fine.

It was saving me a lot of money for parking permits that weren’t necessary from what I could see on my visit. If I changed my mind, I would drive it back at Christmas. For now, I focused on getting moved in and worrying about getting ready for orientation and classes to start later that week!

“Where you heading?” The cab driver asked as Dad, and I sat down without a booster seat in sight.

“The residential village at the Harlan Law School?” I replied.

“You have an address?” He asked, “I know where the school is, but not the village?”

“Sure…” I gave him the address and watched him enter it into his system.

He made small talk as he drove and seemed surprised where we were from. “What brought you out here?”

“Law school,” I told him, “I wanted to go to the best school! The fact they also made a huge package financially to get me out here helped too.”

I smiled at that thought. The terms of my schooling were that I had all tuition and books paid, my apartment was free, I received a stipend for T.A.ing a class for undergrads, and another for being a gopher on a legal team. Obviously, I would still have some expenses, but I was getting paid to go to school! My test scores, grades, and interviews had been enough to land me the best package they offered to grad students.

Coming closer to the university’s campus, I saw the buildings of Hamilton University that hosted the Law School as part of its institution. The buildings were old! Several of them were over two centuries in age, and all the architecture was beautiful throughout the campus. A trio of buildings housed the Law School that were among the oldest buildings. I had loved the old brick facades, the wooden floors, and their old library, which lent itself to a fantastic gravitas when I walked in during my spring visit.

Down a block, we came to the newer building that housed the graduate student housing. A sign said ‘Welcome New Students!’ and directed us inside a building for registration.

Dad paid the bill for the taxi, and we walked towards the signs. “How about I watch your suitcases here,” he suggested to a bench that was in the shade of a tree, “And you can go get everything set up?”

“Sounds good,” I told him. “Thanks, Dad!”

I joined a line that, thankfully, wasn’t too long. I saw that there were probably ten Bigs, three other Mids, and surprisingly two Littles! The Littles did look a bit nervous about the Bigs that were around, but seemingly less so than any back home. One of them caught my eye, a brown-haired man who was probably only five feet in height. There was no sign of any padding of even a Pull-Up or thicker underwear on him. “What are you staring at?” He asked me with some hostility.

I shook my head, “It’s so much different from back home. I’m glad to see that you have the opportunity to go to school here.”

“Where are you from?” He asked me, “I’m Brad Grant,” he told me.

“Greenville… it’s in Ames,” I told him, adding, “I’m Cameron Sylvester.”

“So, is it as bad there for Littles as I’ve heard?”

I looked in surprise, “I’m going to guess maybe…? I’ve… I’ve never seen a place that wasn’t like it?”

He nodded, “You’ll probably get a bit of a culture shock here then.”

I nodded, “I figure, but that’s part of why I wanted to come here.” We talked for a few minutes, and I learned he was a doctoral student working on dimensional physics for portals as his focus for his thesis. ‘He and Dad could probably nerd out for hours…’ I thought. I had just finished explaining I was there for Law School when he was called to the table. He grabbed his key, and I took his place at the table and soon signed my life away for the key I held in my hand.

“See you around,” he said as we crossed paths.

“Yeah,” I told him with a smile. It was nice to see Littles free!

Dad and I got into my furnished apartment and started messing with unpacking what I had. He was taking the bed for the three nights he was staying while I volunteered to sleep on the oversized couch until he left. This apartment was actually sized for a tall Mid, so I didn’t need a lot of step stools to get to things – even though there was one provided by the university.

We cleaned, made trips to the grocery store, and unpacked the boxes of dishes, pans, and other things the next day that I had shipped to myself. We generally did some sightseeing before he had to head home the night before our orientation for grad students began.

“Stay safe,” Dad told me as he opened the taxi door and hugged me.

“You too, Dad! I love you!”

“Love you too, Cam,” he told me with a smile.

I watched the cab drive away with him that night and walked back into my apartment. I turned on the TV and watched a few shows when my phone rang. It was pretty late by then, but the phone showed a number Mr. Fehler had me memorize before I left. I was pretty sure it was a burner phone to avoid being traced.

“Hello?”

“Hi Cameron, I just wanted to let you know that we made it safely to where we’re settling in to get Beth a better chance.”

“Since you’re there, can you tell me where you’re at now?”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll wait until we get moved into our new house in a few weeks. I want to make sure we’re established here first, just in case someone tries to trace us from back home.”

“That makes sense… may I talk to Beth?”

“I’m sorry, Cam, it’s way past her normal bedtime, so she’s already out like a light. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t worried about us getting out.”

“Thanks, I was! Can you maybe call me with her tomorrow night?”

“Sure, Cameron,” he told me. “But I don’t want you pining over her while you’re apart. I’m sure this will work out, and you two can make a life together here in a couple years. Focus on your schooling so you can provide a good life for you both.”

I smiled, “Yes, sir, I plan to!”

“Good, I’ll worry about getting her ready for that life. We’re in a good place with pretty liberal emancipation laws. I hope we can get her emancipated by next year and then figure out what’s next for her.”

“That’ll be great, sir; thank you for being a good father to her!”

“I’ll always love my baby girl – but I don’t always want to be changing her stinky diapers!”

I laughed, “Thank you for that too.”

That night I went to sleep and felt hopeful for Beth for the first time ever. I didn’t hardly even think about my nerves about starting law school the next day!
 

BEGINNING THE NEXT day, I learned I wouldn’t have any time to be pining over Beth! Orientation presentations weren’t all that different from what they had been at Emerson. The pride in the Harlan Law School was apparent with the introduction and the guest speakers present. Soon we received a tour of the buildings, course schedules, and supply lists needed to get picked up all that day. I soon found myself completely immersed in my new studies.

On the first day of classes, I carried my new gifts of the briefcase and computer to a small lecture hall, dressed in the required business attire. In our first class, I had sixty-five students, and we were split into small groups to work on a group project. My group was assigned to research facts surrounding a case HLS was assisting with. We met in a small conference room right after getting our assignments.

“Hi, I’m Wendy Spencer,” a girl who was only about nine feet tall told us as we sat down. She was a bit heavy in build but had an amiable smile framed by her chin-length brown hair.

“I’m Cameron Sylvester,” I said.

“I’m Edgar Freeman,” a tall eleven-foot-tall man about my age said. He looked like he was wearing quality clothes based on my memories of being around Addy for all my time at Emerson. His suit alone probably cost a couple grand, I guessed. His wristwatch was at least ten grand with all of its bling. He wore a friendly smile, though.

“I’m Kyle,” an older gentleman with graying hair only a foot taller than me said. His face and demeanor looked like someone who had been through a lot. “I’m the old man, I guess… Decided to come to law school after serving my time out with the service.”

A girl who was almost exactly my height, with shoulder-length blonde hair, said, “We’ll be relying on that experience!” Her smile was genuine, but I would wager her boobs were not! She might have needed a larger cup size than Addy… “I’m Penelope Madden,” she added.

The last member of our group spoke up, “I’m Samantha Rutgers, but please call me Sam.” I was surprised to see so short of a little joining our group. She was only about five feet tall, with her black hair pinned into a bun on her head. Her skirt suit fit her well, but I knew she would have just been accused of playing dress-up back home.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said again. “Shall we get started? How do we want to do this?”

We made a really good team for a group that was incredibly diverse in height, wealth, and age! Harlan had decided to help represent a small company being sued for providing a service to repair computer systems, even though they weren’t authorized by the manufacturer. The manufacturer sued the business for ‘illegally repairing’ their products for much less than they would have charged for the same repairs. There seemed to be a lot of case law on the manufacturer’s side. The school was helping the defendant’s side due to a clear indication of an unfair competitive environment. They were leading in defense of the lawsuit and leading a countersuit effort to try and effectively change the unfair practices going on. The six of us split off some different research areas. I’d been assigned the owner’s bio to try and determine if there was anything else at work.

The business owner had used an alumnus member’s law firm only for speaking with the manufacturer and the Law School. No one had ever seen them in person, and I wondered if there was a reason…?

Stacy had taught me many tricks over the years before she left after graduation. I soon found myself using most of them because the owner was incredibly secretive! I finally located the owner, ‘Trinity Snyder’ and figured out there was a reason why she was hiding her actual appearance.

“She’s a Little…” I said out loud.

“Umm… duh, I know I’m a Little; problem with that?” Sam said to me.

“No, not you… the client.”

“No way? How can that be?” Penelope said, “Isn’t her business in Ames?”

“Yeah… if anyone finds out she’s a Little, the case will be over, too,” I said aloud.

“How do you know that?” Edgar said.

“That it’ll be over?” I asked.

He nodded, “I’m from Greenville there… Trust me, we don’t have many Littles that make it out of college, let alone own businesses.”

“If they were here, we could make a discrimination argument,” Wendy said.

Edgar sighed, “I’m so sick of seeing everything skewed against Littles.”

I think all of our eyes looked over at him above his computer. “But…” Kyle said, “You’re one of the Freeman family members. Aren’t you happier with Littles being ‘put in their place?’” He said the last part with evident scorn.

“I’m the black sheep of the family,” he told us. “I came here to Harlan hoping to gain some tools to fight that blatant sizeism.”

My opinion of him went way up, “Well… So, we know this will be an issue for the client. Does anyone else have anything? Maybe ideas to help?”

We worked on the initial research several times in the next few days before returning to our full class and presenting our findings. “Who discovered that the client is a Little?” our professor asked.

I raised my hand, “That was me, sir.”

“How did you do that?”

My methods became its own class discussion, and a point was made that sometimes research is the most important thing to do in a case.

A week later, Trinity Snider was safely relocated to New Haven, and the case could move forward over the next eighteen months, with us being asked to do the legwork for them a few more times. She eventually won the case, with some significant damages awarded to her. That award included covering all of her legal expenses, which benefited the law school!
 
 

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