In-Between Chapters 36 and 37 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 36: Injunctions
 

I WINCED AS I blinked my eyes. The lights seemed too bright, and I was confused about where I was at that moment. I turned and saw Addison sitting in a chair with… Kendra beside her?!?

I noticed that a uniformed officer was present then too.

If I was more with it, I probably would have immediately sat up and asked what was going on? As it was, the anesthesia had kicked my butt quite hard! I assumed I was now a girl and just hoped I wasn’t screwed up any more than that.

‘Wait…?!? Kendra is here?’ I thought, looking back at them.

“What are you doing here?” I asked with somewhat slurred speech.

“Cameron, I guess you’re finally coming out of that anesthesia,” she said. “I’m here with this officer because there’s been an injunction placed by Judge Ruth Jones on any modifications being made to you until your appeal is heard.”

I felt tears going down my face, “No modifications?”

“None until the appeals process is completed,” the officer said. “Mrs. Stein and I will wait here to ensure nothing happens to you inside this hospital.”

I shifted my gaze over to Addison, who clearly looked perplexed. She didn’t look angry at the turn of events, but she did wear her ‘I’m worried’ expression that I’d learned to read years ago.

“What happens next?” I asked Kendra.

“We have a hearing before a different judge tomorrow to see if the injunction can stand. Judge Jones’ order carries through until then.”

I felt more tears go down my face knowing that appeals like these rarely went well for someone like me. “Thank you,” I said simply as tears fell down my cheeks in relief.

Kendra walked over to the bed, grabbed my hand, and leaned over to whisper, “Behave and be smart! We’re going to get you out of this mess.”

She leaned down and hugged me, something which I returned half-heartedly due to the anesthesia. ‘I hope I even remember this later,’ I couldn’t help but think.

“Here, why don’t you try drinking this down, Sweetie,” a nurse said, handing me a clear sippy cup that seemed to contain water.

Kendra looked at her, “That is just water, right?”

“Yes, ma’am, we wouldn’t dare do anything else once an injunction is received. Keep in mind that the procedure we were about to perform normally isn’t possible in this hospital against the patients’ will anymore. Only the court order allowed it to be performed without Mr. Sylvester’s consent.”

I smiled at that, ‘saved just in the nick of time…’

An hour later, I was held by Addison as she carried me out to the car, followed closely by the officer and Kendra.

“Ms. Harris, you have officially been served this injunction. Please ensure that no modifications happen physically to Mr. Sylvester before his appeal is heard and a judgment rendered.”

“Yes sir,” she told him as she stood up from buckling me inside.

Kendra waved at me forlornly as Addison drove away from the hospital. “Shit, Mom is going to be pissed,” she said under her breath.

I found myself rubbing the soft fleece fabric of the pink-footed pajamas she had dressed me in. She slipped a pacifier back inside my mouth before she closed the door, but I spit it out when she began driving. ‘Maybe I have a chance here…’ I thought.
 

I MUST HAVE fallen back asleep from the anesthesia. I remembered having surgery and having that problem before. I might have been awake, but the drugs still weren’t completely clear from my system! A huge face was in front of me, and I realized Addison was already back home and picking me up from the car seat.

“Cammie, just to warn you, we are about to have company. Be careful what you say…”

I looked up at her and rubbed my eyes. “Who?”

“My mom,” she said.

“Oh…”

She reinserted the pacifier she had clipped to my outfit inside my mouth and carried me inside. She took me upstairs, then paused, considering which room to go inside. She shook her head, went inside the one I had chosen, and laid me on the changing table. I hadn’t wet a diaper in a while, and she noticed. “Do you need to go pee pee, Sweetie?”

I looked at her, thought about it, and nodded, “A little.”

“Can you be a good girl and go in your diapee so I can change you, and then you’ll be in a dry diapee when my mom gets here?”

It took some effort, and I had to sit up, but I managed to empty what was in my bladder from the IV fluids and the glass of water I’d had.

“Good girl,” she told me and pushed me back down on the table. The sleeper I’d been dressed in was unzipped, and she pulled my legs out and pushed the onesie up behind my back so she could reach the diaper.

I sat still as she ripped one tape, then the other, and pulled the diaper open. I sat up and looked desperately with my eyes that my parts were still intact before she pushed me back down.

“Stay down,” she said, “I guess I should have used the strap, huh?”

I shook my head, “Sorry, I needed to see.” I decided I didn’t care who was listening in; who wouldn’t want to see for himself?!?

I looked at her face and noticed that she seemed hurt by that, but she took one of the warm wipes and wiped my groin without a word, then lifted me off the wet diaper and wiped my butt. She held me up in the air while opening a new diaper and placing it underneath me. I was waking up a bit as she rubbed my diaper area with some cream first, then folded the diaper over and sealed me in with the two tapes. She pulled the sleeper back down and pushed my feet inside before zipping me back up.

She had barely picked me back up when a doorbell sounded downstairs. She sighed, “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

During our time dating, there were plenty of moments I had been jealous of her having a complete family. As a little kid, my mom had been everything to me until she died, and I couldn’t imagine ever disparaging her honestly. It was clear to me, though, that Addy felt about the same as I did about her mom – something that was really sad to me. Addy gripped me tightly under my diaper and walked downstairs to the door.

“Took you long enough,” Aubry Harris told her daughter as she opened the door. “Where’s Mindy? Don’t we pay her to be here?”

“She was in early this morning, Mom; I don’t need her waiting on me all the time.”

Her mom looked like she was going to argue but instead shifted her attention to me. The bottled color of her hair had never really changed in the years since we’d met, but I could tell it was gradually making her hair a bit more brittle and thinning it out. I debated looking away from her eyes but instead stared her down, biting down on the pacifier as hard as possible to avoid saying something I shouldn’t.

“How is it that this little brat isn’t treated by nanites yet? Lynn swore to me her ruling would stand!”

“I don’t know, Mom, but those two attorneys she used to work with did something. Do you know who this judge is that put the injunction in?”

Her mom’s eyes made contact with me, and she ripped the pacifier out of my mouth. “Who is this judge?!? How can she possibly be stupid enough to go against me?”

I couldn’t help it.

I laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed! My hiccoughs started then, and her mom looked like she wanted to hit me. “Give the brat to me, I’ll teach him to laugh at me!!!”

Addy backed away, though, and her arms wrapped protectively around me. “Mom, she’s just been under anesthesia, is stressed from being struck down from being an adult, and has you yelling at her. You are not going to teach her anything.”

“Why you ungrateful little…!!!” Her mom looked like she might have been about to slap her then, and I froze.

“I’ll tell you, but don’t hit her.” I managed to gasp.

It startled her enough to snap her out of her rage towards Addison for a moment at least. “Who is this judge?”

“Supreme Court Justice Ruth Jones,” I smiled at her shock, “I’m lucky enough that she oversees this circuit.”

“That bitch!!!! The one who handed down the verdict against us four years ago?”

I smiled at that, “I was happy to be on hand for that, actually. Putting that molecule inside of stuff you tested on Big children wasn’t a smart choice?”

“That’s it! Let’s take him to the office! I want to get this over with! I know you wanted a big preschool Little, but this one will be nothing but a baby.”

“Mom, there’s an injunction; I can’t let anything physically be altered on him…”

“There’s an injunction against you; there’s nothing against…”

The doorbell rang differently this time, and after a moment, I realized it was the gate bell.

Addison looked down at me and her mom, then activated a screen on the wall. You could clearly see a marked car with a discrete lightbar sitting there.

“May I help you, officer?” She asked as she shifted me again and pressed a button on the screen.

“Ms. Harris, is Mrs. Harris there?”

“Yes?” Addison said, not noticing her mom trying to get her not to tell him she was there.

“Would you please open the gate so we may come in?”

“Umm… sure, officer,” Addison told him.

“Why the hell did you tell him I’m here?!?”

“I’m not lying to the police for you, Mom.”

Her mom looked livid at that, “Young lady, do you remember who I am?!?”

The doorbell rang then, and Addison carried me to the entranceway and opened the door. “Good afternoon; how may I help you?”

“Miss, I am Federal Marshal Branch, and this is Marshal Rayburn; you said Mrs. Aubry Harris is here?”

“Yes, sir,” Addison said. “Right inside here,” she added, leading them to the sitting room where Mrs. Harris stood.

The two marshals were both large imposing men who I had no doubt could take care of any suspect they needed to. I was more surprised that the marshals were there, though. I guess that meant another subpoena or order was being delivered. They introduced themselves to Mrs. Harris and said, “Ma’am, we are serving you this order from Judge Robert O’Connell, Chief Justice of the 6th Circuit Court. You are hereby ordered to have no contact with your daughter Addison Harris nor the minor in her care, Cameron Sylvester, otherwise known as Camille Harris. You are not to come within five-hundred yards of them nor to make any contact via electronic, paper, or other means. Failure to abide by the order will result in you facing consequences, including jail time. Here is the order, and at this time, we will be escorting you off of Ms. Harris’s property.”

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” she swore at him. She looked at Addison, “Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ma’am, I can tell you this order did not originate from any request by your daughter. Now I would advise you to depart peacefully without any further statements. Failure to do so will result in us executing an arrest based on this order.”

I thought for a second that Addison’s mom would argue. “Fine, I’ll have my attorneys deal with this!”

As she passed us, she glared at me like she wanted to strangle me. I involuntarily found myself leaning tighter into Addison’s embrace, then, as she walked out the door and one of the officers continued with her, the other stayed there. “Ms. Harris, you received the first order earlier, but this is a further one. You are also not to have any contact with your mom or anyone else from your family or your family’s company until this matter is brought before Judge O’Connell.”

“What about work?”

“We know this will inconvenience you and your company, but the judge’s order stands…”

“Shit, that will piss my mom off more than her order.”

“She’s being informed of your restrictions at this time now too. Remember there are to be no physical modifications made to Mr. Sylvester.”

“Yes sir,” she told him.

The officer looked at me, “Unfortunately, you are a minor, so you have limited rights until this matter is concluded. The judge will ask you if all parties have complied, though.”

I nodded, “Thank you, officer,” I said, letting the pacifier slip from my mouth for the first time.

“My uncle said to say ‘hi’ if I managed to serve this with you present.”

“Your uncle?”

“He works for the 3rd Circuit?”

I thought for a minute, “He’s your uncle? He’s an awesome, really nice guy. I know Judge Jones had a lot of respect for him!”

He laughed, “She must have a lot of respect for you too.”

Addison’s mom’s car sped out of the drive right then, and he said, “Well, I guess that concludes our business here, Ms. Harris. Have a good afternoon,” he said.

Addison held me there for a second in the doorway before looking down at me and closing the door. She sat me down by the stairwell banister where a side table stood. I looked curiously at her as Addison pulled her watch and earrings off. She also sat down her phone that had been jammed into her back pocket. She picked me back up without a word and carried me through the house to a backdoor I hadn’t been through yet.

I gasped at the sight of her backyard then. A massive brick wall surrounded what would be a couple acres of land. A separate fenced area contained an amazing playground set that any real kid would die for! The most unique feature of the backyard was a fake waterfall mountain that rushed down into a massive swimming pool below. ‘Stacy would have loved this…’ I thought to myself. ‘It looks like something from a theme park…’

She didn’t say a word until she got close enough to the waterfall that it was really noisy. She sat me down in a dry spot between some fake rocks and sat across from me.

“I’m glad that someone is looking out for you, Cameron… Maybe we can still get you out of this mess, but who is this Judge Jones? My mom is going to be out for her blood?”

I laughed, “I wish her luck. I interned and did a mini-clerkship with Judge Jones during Law School. During that time, she set a new precedent in a case of a Little that had escaped from Ames.”

Her eyes opened, “Wait, that’s the same judge? My mom already hated her for that decision before she ruled against her company! You clerked for her?”

“Just a short internship one summer.” I decided not to tell her how close I was to her. I still couldn’t trust her after all. “I told my partners to call her.”

She looked a bit shell-shocked, “What can she really do?”

“Well, I’m guessing they already started the investigation into Judge Taney and will find out your mom is on a first-name basis if they haven’t already. It sounds like my being forced into being your baby will also go on appeal.”

“I’m sorry about this, Cam! I really am!”

I looked at her, “If you’re so sorry about it, then help me! Don’t make me dress like a baby? Don’t make me dress like a girl?”

She shook her head, “You don’t understand… you never did…”

“Then explain it to me!” I ordered her. “What hold can your mom possibly have on you that would make you encourage the awful atrocities SafeFoods is responsible for?!?”

“She’ll…”
 
 

Chapter 37: Jurisdiction
 

THE NEXT MORNING, I found myself being carried into a 6th Circuit Courtroom. I was still blushing from having endured an embarrassing change in the back of her SUV. The diaper was covered by a grey woolen dress with different patterns checked across it. The top of the dress featured a ruffle almost in a sailor’s dress pattern, with a black bow randomly tied and sewn on my left collar. When I was allowed to stand, it came to midway down my thighs and barely covered the diaper. Addison was dressed in a sheath dress of the same material and pattern, making it obvious it was a set of ‘mother and daughter’ dresses.

“Ms. Harris, please leave Mr. Sylvester with his attorneys at the front,” a bailiff ordered.

“But…”

“You may sit behind him.” He told her.

I was grateful to see Kendra and David and gratefully accepted the hug from Kendra and the handshake from David. “What’s going on?” I tried to ask while noting that Aubry Harris was sitting behind the other side’s table, and one of her attorneys was with two different representatives at that table.

“Well…”

“All Rise!” I heard and saw a tall man with a bald head and graying sides coming inside the room in his robes, “Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye, The Court of Appeals for the 6th Circuit Court is now open according to law. The Honorable Justice Robert O’Connor presiding.”

“You may be seated,” he told everyone.

The bailiff stood and said, “The first case on today’s docket is Case number 61584903 Sylvester, Benson and Stein, and Harlan Law School vs. State of Ames, SafeFoods, and Harris. Mr. David Benson.”

“Objection, Your Honor, Mr. Benson isn’t on the Bar in the State of Ames!”

“Your Honor, I have, in fact, received my approval from the Bar Association in the State of Ames just yesterday, and I’m also credentialed in all of the other states in the 6th Circuit.”

“Overruled counsel,” Justice O’Connor stated, “And may I be blunt? This isn’t a standard courtroom. You’re in a Court of Appeals – act like it!”

“Yes, Your Honor,” the attorney stated.

“Your Honor, today I seek an appeal of a ruling of Maturosis against my client by Judge Lynn Taney. Two days ago, she engaged in hostile conduct in her courtroom to throw out testimony and evidence by a lead witness in our case Fehler vs. Serendipity and Safe Foods. My colleague, Mr. Cameron Sylvester here, objected when the testimony was thrown out only because the highly respected surgeon had defecated in her diaper on the witness stand.”

“We feel that, first of all, it shouldn’t have disqualified her highly qualified testimony. Also, we have evidence that the witness was intentionally poisoned. I have submitted to the court signed affidavits from Doctor Holly Nickerson, the witness, and Doctor Ivy Nickerson – her adopted mother- that it was highly unusual for her to have a bowel movement that time of day. Due to the unusual circumstances, they rushed her to the hospital to do a blood sample. When the hospital’s lab ran the test, they discovered the foreign agents reported on the affidavit. We believe that someone from the defense placed a small amount of a cream that contained this agent onto the edge of the booster seat that was brought in for her testimony. That substance was absorbed through Doctor Nickerson’s skin as she sat on the seat. The timing of her accident is consistent with the understood effects of the chemical agents and the average time it needs to take effect.”

“Due to this illegal witness tampering, we feel that her testimony should not have been stricken from the record. Further, the behavior of Judge Taney shows a clear bias of support for the defense. We submit exhibits three and four that show accounts of her discussions and communications with the head of the defense’s corporations, Mrs. Aubry Harris, before the trial. The two even most recently played a round of golf at their country club together the weekend before this hearing took place.”

Another document was handed over, “Further, we submit into evidence video footage obtained from the courthouse steps, along with synced audio recordings, of Mrs. Harris threatening Mr. Sylvester with having him declared to have a case of Maturosis. Further, she made reference to him peeing his pants potentially in court. We believe that there was, in fact, an attempt at that made with the use of this device.”

David continued to lay out the strong evidence linking the strongarm tactics to the result in the courtroom. “We believe there is a preponderance of evidence that Mrs. Harris and Judge Taney conspired to give a verdict of Maturosis to Mr. Sylvester.”

“We hereby seek immediate relief against that diagnosis of Maturosis, or at least a continuing injunction, for now, to continue to prevent Ms. Harris and her mother from modifying our client from a male into a female against his will. We ask that also preclude any other modifications to his body or mind. Finally, we seek a change in jurisdiction for our related case.”

The red light went on in front of David, and he stepped away from the podium.

“Henry Johnson for the State of Ames,” the bailiff stated.

I watched as the attorney stepped up to the podium. I found myself nervously doing what I could not to play with the off-center fishtail braid Addison had put my long hair into earlier. The way she braided left it naturally across my left shoulder. The gray bow tied at the end was tempting to fidget with, but I forced myself to put my hands back down on the desk and listen to whatever lies were coming.

He didn’t look all that confident, though. “Your Honor, I have been asked to represent Little Protective Services as their representative in this case, along with representing SafeFoods in the other pending case,” he dug through his papers, clearly unprepared, “it seems to me that this is all a misunderstanding on the appellant’s behalf. Of course, my client knows Judge Taney – they belong to the same country club, after all…?” I sat there and listened to him try and explain away the facts until the red light turned on.

Judge O’Connor looked at our table and asked, “Mr. Sylvester, would you please come to the podium?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” I said, hopping carefully from the chair. I wasn’t careful enough because the short dress flipped up, exposing my stupid pink diaper. After that, I walked to the podium with as much dignity as possible. The snickers in the gallery behind me didn’t help things, though.

I was sworn in, and he asked, “Mr. Sylvester, are the facts presented by your attorneys about Mrs. Harris’s behavior true?”

“Yes, Your Honor. I was concerned enough at the time that I passed on that information to my colleagues and a few other people.”

“I’m aware… I most definitely had several phone calls on your behalf. The facts of this case are, in fact, quite glaringly suspicious to me, particularly your being labeled with a case of Maturosis. I have reviewed the court reporting of the day and made a few inquiries. I understand you did not fight with anyone that day following Judge Taney’s ruling?”

“No, Your Honor. To be perfectly honest, I have seen what happens when resisting occurs.”

He smiled, “Quite right, you would have. All reports are that you have behaved as maturely as allowed under the circumstances, which is in your favor.”

‘Please tell me he’s about to release me…’ I thought desperately.

“I cannot set aside a decision such as this completely without much more investigation and information. However, I am willing to give you a choice.”

My stomach twisted, “A choice, Your Honor?”

“You can instead go into the care of Little Protective Services. They will find a suitable facility or foster home for you while we await a more informed hearing.”

“Your Honor, you said a choice?”

“It seems to me that other than an attempt to physically modify you, which seems to also have been court-ordered, you were in good hands with Ms. Harris?”

“Umm… She didn’t abuse me, at least?”

“No, and I don’t think she will from what I’ve seen. If you wish to stay with her instead, I will keep the injunction against contact from her mother, and you can stay with her until we resolve this? Hopefully, in a few weeks time?”

“In diapers and dresses, Your Honor?”

“Honestly, you wear the dress well,” he smiled in a way I could tell was friendly ribbing, “It’s probably better than foster care, though?”

I was about to respond when I heard a “Your Honor” behind me.

“Yes, Mister Johnson?”

“Our belief is that the injunction against contact from Mrs. Harris to Mr. Sylvester may be justifiable to the court; however, if this plan goes into place, we request the injunction against Ms. Harris going into work be suspended? As a new mother, she is entitled to her maternity leave. Still, she has several critical deadlines that may involve a trip or two to the office?”

“Noted,” the judge said, turning his eyes back to me. “The injunction against her mother would stay in place against contact with you and only supervised contact between Mrs. Harris and her daughter Ms. Harris. I will limit the order to those two. I understand there’s a sister, but it won’t extend to her unless I learn it’s necessary. It’s that or foster care because I can’t rule against the Maturosis ruling today.”

“What about my attorneys?” I asked. “May I at least have a guarantee of being able to confer with them? Free of Ms. Harris or anyone else present?”

“Those are your two options for placement; however, I am willing to put in place an hour of exclusive time with them when we conclude this trial, and their ability to monitor randomly up to four times per week for a minimum of another hour each time.”

I sighed, “Your Honor, it’s not much of a choice; I’ll stay with Ms. Harris for now.”

“Very good, Mister Sylvester. Ms. Harris - Mr. Sylvester will remain in your care for now. The injunction against any physical modifications to him stands. He is not to be harmed! Take care that you follow the injunction to the letter.”

“Your Honor, very well, but I would ask that you allow me to at least modify his hair?”

I gulped at that, ‘What?’

“Why?”

“Honestly, it needed cut when he was an adult.”

“Fair enough, but no shaved heads.”

She laughed, “No, Your Honor, my baby girl will always have long hair.”

“Hmm…” he sighed, “I should probably put an injunction against that too, but I don’t want to overstep the bounds of how you raise your child. Be gentle with him.”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Your Honor?” Kendra said, “Is there any chance we can do something about the clothing she is forcing our client to wear?”

He shook his head, “Since I still haven’t overruled the Maturosis diagnosis, his mother may dress him how she wants. As long as no permanent modifications are made to him physically, she may dress him as she has. That, of course, includes appropriate absorbent underwear as she deems necessary.”

I sighed, ‘Nice try, Kendra,’ I thought.

“Mister Sylvester, you may return to your attorneys. After they meet with you, Ms. Harris may collect you.”

I sighed, knowing that things would go way worse in foster care. At least in this case, I didn’t think Addison would maliciously maim me, and with the injunction, hopefully, her mom wouldn’t get me…

“I am setting another hearing on the case of Mr. Harris’s status to be held in two weeks’ time; my office will be in touch on scheduling. Regarding Case number 384459322 Fehler and Others vs. Serendipity Industries and SafeFood, I am ordering a change in jurisdiction from Judge Taney to Judge Nathaniel Manasco for the duration of the case. The trial is ordered to restart with a new jury, with a special note that testimony is to be heard from the witnesses that Judge Taney dismissed - regardless of the state of their diapers. Further questions on the trial will be handled by my office.”

The stamp of a gavel was soon heard, and I turned to see David and Kendra giving me a look of uncertainty. I sighed, “Let’s go find a room to talk…”

An officer said, “Ms. Harris, you may accompany Mr. Sylvester to the room where he will meet with his attorneys, but you must remain outside.”

I realized that Addison had been standing there behind me, expectedly. “That’s fine, but she’s wearing a dress. Would you please stop saying, Mister? It’s Cammie right now,” she said, a bit annoyed.

“Ma’am, the Judge has continued to address him as Mister, and I will also.”

She sighed and reached for me, “Why don’t you let him walk,” Kendra said.

She looked like she would argue, but I was more grateful for Kendra as I walked between her and David. It was embarrassing as hell to be standing next to David in his suit and Kendra in her pantsuit while wearing the juvenile dress! I wasn’t that much shorter than David, so I figured he was probably as uncomfortable seeing me like that too. ‘One small step for someone doing the same to him…’

The diaper I wore crinkled as I walked but was still dry since I hadn’t needed to go again yet. I was not looking forward to a future need to poop again later this afternoon. Given my fasting the night before and yesterday, I hadn’t needed to do that since the first time. ‘I doubt it’s going to be any better the next…’

We were led to a room, and the bailiff told Addison, “I’ll wait here with you for them. I’m beginning the timer now; you have one hour to speak with him.”

I followed Kendra and David into a small conference room and sighed with relief when the door shut. No one began talking at that point, though, as David began sweeping the room for listening devices. There shouldn’t have been anything, but it was good to be cautious, given everything we were dealing with. “Clean,” he said, beginning our own encrypted recording system to make notes.

“How are you really holding up?” Kendra asked me as I sat in the oversized chair across from them.

“This sucks… And if you don’t get me out of this, I will likely have a forced gender change as soon as that injunction is lifted!”

“Addison is the one that wants that?”

“I was given a choice when I got to her house, I could live in the baby boy nursery with my teeth, motor skills, and potty training all taken from me, or I could live in the toddler girl room and maybe be allowed to wear Pull-Ups…”

“Yeah… no choice, huh?” David said.

I shrugged, “At least I got her to let me store some semen away… You guys got there just in the nick of time yesterday!”

“Judge Jones did everything she could to move things along…” David said.

“Any idea why they targeted you?” Kendra asked.

“Addison and I used to date in college – well, most of college. I asked her to marry me, and she turned me down, saying her mom forced her to break it off with me. I just didn’t realize how much force she used…?”

“What did she do?” David asked.

“And how do you know?” Kendra followed up.

“She told me about it last night…”

 
 

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