In-Between Chapters 49 and 50 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 49: Cuddlebug
 

“CAMERON?!?” I HEARD from the familiar face.

I looked to see it had been Meg who had spoken first.

“Umm… Hi,” I said, letting the pacifier fall from my mouth into my lap.

“Hi…” Meg said, her own pacifier hanging from a strap too. Concern littered her eyes, and I guessed no one had told Bella, her, or Megan about what had happened. Amanda didn’t look surprised, so I hoped that meant that Kendra and David had gotten in contact with her.

“Addy, why is Cameron dressed in a dress? And a diaper? He’s an adult!” Megan was clearly pretty furious.

“Calm down, Megan,” Amanda said.

Megan looked like she wanted to continue to fight, but Danica stepped in and said, “Whoa… not her fault… Let her explain?”

“I want to hear it from Cameron,” Meg said.

I felt the poop still squishing and sticking to my skin; talking was the last thing I wanted to do right then!

“Umm… You know how my firm is suing their mom’s company, right?”

“Right,” Megan said tersely, “Did she just snatch you up then?”

I shook my head, blushing badly, “No, there’s a corrupt judge who declared me in contempt of court and issued a verdict that I’m demonstrating a case of Maturosis.”

The pacifier was pushed back into my mouth and then by Addison, who knelt beside me.

“Rather than let her go to an orphanage or a horrible foster home, I stepped in,” Addison said calmly but clearly annoyed. “I didn’t want to do it… but I couldn’t let Cammie go that route.”

“What’s with the dress? Have you already changed him?” Megan asked.

“Well, Cammie does need her stinky pants changed,” Danica giggled next to me, making me turn even more red from mortal embarrassment.

“No, the judge actually ordered I either remove his teeth, mobility, ability to talk, and potty training, or I could have him as a toddler girl instead; maybe she would be able and allowed to be potty-trained.”

“But…”

I sighed, “Both choices sucked; I chose this option…” I said, dumping the pacifier out again, squeezing Rings tighter then.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t like it,” Addison told her. “Just before we were going to complete the court order, there was an injunction and another hearing. Her case is supposed to be heard in a week and a half or so, and her coworkers are appealing the Maturosis ruling. He’ll be free to go if they succeed in the appeal.”

“If it fails?” Meg asked.

“Then I guess she’ll be my baby girl forever and ever,” she cooed and put the pacifier back in my mouth. “We really need to change her; I don’t want her getting a rash.”

She started to push me away, and I heard Megan shout, “Wait!”

The stroller stopped, “Yes?”

“How about we exchange numbers? Maybe baby Meggy and Cammie can have a playdate? They were good friends in college; they’d probably have fun playing together now?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Danica started to say.

Addison cut her off, though, “Sure… What’s your number?”

I sat with Meg, still staring at me, while the poop on my butt continued to feel slimy and gross. The smell was beginning to get to me, too; I was grateful when Megan finished with, “Call me soon!”

The stroller was pushed forward again, and I started to feel tears running down my face. It was bad enough being stuck like this, but for my close friends to see my new existence was too much!

My nose had completely clogged with snot when we reached the changing room, with tears streaming down my face. “Dani, can you watch her stroller and stuff? I’m going to go change her.”

“Don’t need help?”

“I’ve got this,” she said.

Suddenly, she bent down in my view and said, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry…”

I felt her undo the buckle and pick me up into a hug, squeezing me tightly, “I’m sorry… I never even thought about them seeing you…” She took Rings from me and handed her to Danica to hold before she walked forward into the changing room. I opened my eyes just enough to see about a dozen changing tables spread out, about half of them in use right then. She pushed the dress up to my armpits as she laid me down and said, “Let’s get you out of those poopy pants…”

I chewed and sucked on the pacifier, blinking away tears and looking to my side where I saw a genuine baby was getting their diaper changed too. I turned back forward, blushing when I realized that’s all I was now. Nothing more than a baby… If the appeal failed, I would be stuck forever with people wiping my poopy butt in public changing rooms like this. As the diaper was pulled away, I was grateful that most of the stickiness left too. She kept my butt in the air as she wiped, and I mooned the others in the room.

“Your baby girl has such a pretty booty!”

“Well, maybe now…” Addison laughed at the mom’s odd compliment.

“I know about poopy butts! I’ve been changing her stinky butt now for ten years.”

As my feet were let down onto the table and a new diaper was taped, I could see the woman in question was probably about my age.

“Ever think about potty-training her?” Addison asked, sitting me back up and rubbing my back.

“Nah, I don’t mind a poopy diaper or two a day. Besides, she’s been in diapers for almost half of her life. I don’t see her being able to train now. The day I picked her up outside my apartment with poopy pants, I knew she wouldn’t be trainable. I think I might wean her in a few years, though, if my breasts cooperate!”

Addison laughed, “Yeah, that part is out of our control!”

The other woman left, and I felt even more depressed by the probability I was close to that poor woman’s fate. Addison held a tissue in her hand that she put to my nose, “Blow, baby girl,” she said.

I hadn’t had a tissue held at my nose like that since I was little, but I blew as hard as I could. Addison then used a baby wipe to wipe the tear tracks and snot that had stopped running, even though my face remained red.

She tossed the trash from my change away, pulled my dress back down over my diaper, placed me on her hip, and walked to a sink that was in the room to wash her hands.

She sat me down on the counter for a moment while she did so, dried her hands, and then picked me back up, “Come on, Princess, let’s shop for just a bit longer, and then we’ll go get lunch.”

I just leaned my head into her shoulder. I felt a little bit better when I was at least in her arms then. The warmth from her body and the softness of her bare skin around the thin straps of her top was comforting. She walked out to where Dani waited past other mothers changing their Littles and genuine babies. As she moved to put me down, I just hung onto her, “Carry me?” I asked.

I could see on her face that she was startled by that request. “Okay,” she said, though, and squeezed me tight. “Dani, can you put her bag down there? Rings can have the stroller to herself for now.”

Dani actually bucked her into the harness then, and it was funny enough I giggled a little.

“See, you’re okay,” she told me.

I stayed in her arms for another forty-five minutes as she walked around the stores with Dani pushing the stroller before we came to a store specializing in baby, Little gear, and apparel. A worker greeted us as we came in and said, “Looks like you have a cuddly little girl! You need one of our carrier harnesses!”

Addison said, “You’re right; that would probably be great, but isn’t she too big for them?”

“How much does she weigh?”

“One-thirty-five?”

“We have a perfect one for her! It’s meant for larger toddlers and children like her!” She said, “I can show you?”

Addison bounced me for a second, seeing a mother holding her infant daughter in one that had her on her belly facing her mommy. I saw her gaze at the mother and smile, “Please!”

She followed the woman through several aisles of baby gear, pacifiers, bottles, car seats, and strollers passed before she came to the display in question. “This one is meant for bigger babies, sixty inches and up, and seventy to two-hundred-and-ten pounds for weight. As tall as you are, I guarantee you can probably carry her all day on your belly or back without any strain. This one also is really cool because it can put her on your hip like you’re carrying her now too.”

I looked at the black carrier she held, debating how I felt about it. ‘Not going to escape if you’re in that thing…’ I mentally sighed, ‘Not going to escape anyway…’

“We’ll take it!” Danica said next to us. “Can she use it now? Baby Cammie is upset and being a bit of a cuddle bug right now.”

“Tell you what, why don’t we get it out of the package, get the baby girl all situated, and then I’ll walk to the front with you and the box?”

“Sounds great!” she told her.

I watched as she pulled a knife from a pocket and opened the box. She pulled out the black harness from the plastic and asked, “Which way do you want to wear her?”

“Umm…” Addison seemed unsure.

“Go with the front for now, Addy; she needs more comfort than being able to see where we’re going,” Dani said.

I kind of would have liked to be able to see, but I also thought, ‘If I can’t see anyone else… they can’t recognize me!’

“Okay, front,” she said. “What do I do? I’ve never used one of these before?”

“Why don’t you set her down right there, and I’ll help you load her in?” the woman said. “With an older toddler, it’s easier if they’re standing. If you’re at a zoo or something, you may want to go with the back version, and it’s easier to have help, but if you do it in the front, it’s super simple to do by yourself!”

I was sat down on my feet, with the dress flaring up to show my diaper for a moment before I shoved my skirt back down. Addison was given a tutorial on the buckles and how to set up things safely for her body before I heard, “Now that we have that one done, pick your baby girl up and put her leg right there.”

I was in the air, once again flashing my diaper as she set me into a spot on a piece of cloth that would hold my butt, with one buckle forming a seat already.

“Now, go ahead and buckle that one,” she told her. “And you can do this neck support or not depending on what your baby needs there.” She made some other adjustments because I was a bit taller than it had been set up for before pronouncing, “And you’re all set!”

“Great, I’ll go up and pay, Addy. You start looking for other things that you and Baby Cammie need!” Addison said.

We both sighed at the same time as they departed. Addison squeezed me in a hug and kissed my forehead. “How is it?”

I wiggled my feet a little, “Honestly, pretty comfy.”

“Good, I’ll probably just use this instead of a stroller most of the time. Sure, you don’t want to be on my hip or back instead?”

I shook my head, “No one can see me this way,” I said, leaning into her.

She squeezed me tighter again, “I’m sorry, Cam; I love you, though.”

I just sucked on the damn pacifier, and I guessed that hurt her some.

‘Hard to say ‘Love you too’ back to someone who has me as a captive…’ I griped, ‘I know it’s not completely her fault… but still.’

With the neck support put in place on the carrier, I found myself able to view stuff behind Addy. Still, I really wasn’t interested in more baby torture items. Instead, I laid my head on her chest and closed my eyes.

I listened to Danica and Addy coo about this or that; adorable clothing was placed into a cart that Danica had decided was needed, and the stroller was given to the store to give to a needy family. Everything inside the stroller had fit in the diaper bag in the cart, except Rings, who was wrapped in my blanket in the seat. I heard them giggle occasionally about how silly that was and had peeked a couple of times at that.

“I know it looks like you both like that carrier,” Danica said eventually, “But I think it would be good to get you a better stroller too, huh?”

“Yeah, she’s light enough to me that she is just like the average three-year-old. But even they get kind of heavy after a while.”

“Are you calling me fat?” I couldn’t help but let out.

It startled Addy, I guess since I hadn’t spoken much, but both laughed. “You’re definitely not fat, Sweetie. You’re entirely too skinny still!” She hugged me and kept moving.

They settled on a stroller with a price tag that would have stopped most people, but for them, of course, it was nothing… It featured a much comfier seat than the other one, a nice cup, and bottle holders for Addy up top on the handle. There was a large area to put all of my diapers below… but also a motor that would assist going up hills or brake going down. It was pretty much the swankiest stroller I’d ever heard of, and even though I didn’t want it, it was mine now…

I watched the checker ring up the cartload of a billion things. Danica paid for everything without even a wince at the rising total, insisting it was her duty as the auntie. In addition to the clothes, there had also been a small stack of toys added in too. Building blocks, some sort of magnetic building toy cubes, a couple craft kits, a chair that apparently was designed for toddlers to learn how to use them… The most embarrassing things were the toys meant to be played with to teach me my letters, colors, and numbers… because, of course, I was now too little to remember any of that?!?

I was slightly annoyed at her about buying those, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it before being carried to lunch. In the food court, I was given a simple grilled cheese sandwich, while Addy had a pizza, and Danica had some stir fry dish. We were sitting there, having mostly finished, when Addison sighed, “I don’t want to do this here…” She said that soft enough that only I could hear it.

I looked up from my booster seat, eating the last bite curiously.

“You done with your sandwich?”

I nodded.

“Okay, come here, and let’s get you dessert…”

My eyes widened as I looked around at Bigs, Mids, and Littles walking freely about the food court. I could even see a couple college students sitting not far from us like Stacy, Meg, and I had that fateful day that Meg was adopted... I didn’t even have time to consider it because she pulled me from the seat and placed me across her lap. “Mommy knows how much Cammie loves her milk, and since Mommy has too much…” she said quietly.

‘Use a damn pump!’ I wanted to scream at her but couldn’t resist latching on as her breast was presented to me.

“Oh,” she said as I nursed, “That feels so much better!”

“You look…” I heard a gasp as Danica said, “Damnit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My damn milk let down again… I haven’t had that problem in a while!”

“If she’s not asleep at the end of mine, you can use her?”

“That sounds so wrong, Addy…” her sister said somewhat morosely. “I may need to, though. Do you have some spare breast pads?”

I kept sucking, mind entirely on autopilot. “Just a couple. They won’t get you far…”

It was quicker than I expected that I was switched to Addy’s other breast, ‘there was still some milk in that one!’ I thought… She pulled me away before that breast stopped providing, too, “Here, she’ll like yours as much as she likes mine, I’m sure!”

I looked up at her in horror. “But…”

“Come here munchkin!” After tickling me for a moment, Danica said, “Time to help your auntie out since you caused this…”

I wanted to argue, but her smaller breast was presented to me, and my mouth once again surrounded a nipple. I was annoyed to be seen as nothing but a living breast pump! Still, her milk tasted nearly the same as Addy’s… and unfortunately, that meant I couldn’t resist it! Fortunately for my very distended stomach, she didn’t have a lot of milk coming out yet, so I was soon burped and cuddled up inside of the carrier again as they began walking down the mall some more.

The full meal and a double portion of milk put me out like a light!
 
 

Chapter 50: Addy
 

BY THE TIME we made it home after shopping, it was dinner time. Addy had put a pizza in the oven, which we all shared before Danica returned to her house about an hour away. The two of us had a pretty quiet night watching TV the rest of the evening, not saying much to each other – deep in our own thoughts.

At bedtime, she changed me into a fresh diaper and a pair of one-piece footed ‘jammies’ and then nursed me to sleep again.

It was probably about two in the morning when I suddenly sat up in my bed!

I wasn’t wet, but I desperately needed to pee!!!

I couldn’t do it lying down, so I rolled off the bed and stood up. I managed to get a flow going easily into the diaper then. I was ready to lay back down and deal with the wet diaper until morning when I realized my guts were the real reason I had woken up!

I had enough warning that if I could have been allowed a toilet, I would have been able to make it. As it was, though, it was a losing battle to wait any longer, and I found myself losing it as uncontrollably into my diaper as I had with the laxative at daycare! I felt the stream of watery mess leaving my behind and hoped it would end soon, but it felt like it kept going forever! Each time I thought I was done squeezing, another cramp would come.

‘I drank a lot more breastmilk yesterday…?’ I thought, trying to figure out why. When my body finally gave up, I found myself completely drained physically and unsure of how to even move! My abdominal muscles complained from the strain they’d been through. As if to emphasize the similarity to the daycare incident, I could feel some mess sliding out of the diaper and down my leg.

I felt the tears truly begin to stream then.

I sniffled.

Unfortunately, that meant I smelled myself, and it smelled like rotten eggs and fish.

“Aaa…Aaaa...Addy???” I called out.

I stood there for a moment; I heard nothing.

“Mommy?” I tried. ‘Doesn’t she have a baby monitor or something?’ I complained.

Still silence.

I decided to walk to the door. I know Addison had been locking it early when I arrived, but maybe she didn’t have it locked now?

I twisted the knob.

To my relief, it turned!

I could feel pieces of poop still crawling down my leg like a slug as I slowly walked down the hallway, trying not to cause even more to leak out. I reached the master bedroom door and wrinkled my nose as I felt one make it to my foot, and I squished it inside the pajama footie. Her door opened too, and I saw her lying in bed.

She was wearing a pretty sheer nightgown – one that I recognized. I gave it to her as a Valentine’s Day present our junior year. I saw a nightstand beside her bed and felt my eyes widen when I realized a vibrator was sitting there.

“Mommy?” I called out.

She moaned and turned over.

“Addy?” I tried.

She wrinkled her nose as she rolled over and faced me, realizing I was standing there. “Cam, why are you out of bed?”

“I had an accident… would you please change me…?”

Her eyes opened more for real as she took in my appearance, the smell, and the tears running down my face. “Oh Cam… mie,” she said. “You poor thing, let’s get you cleaned up!”

She sat up and straightened the nightgown on her body before walking over to me and putting her hands between my armpits. I quietly sniffled as she surprised me by bringing me up to her chest and trying to avoid holding me by my butt. Unfortunately, that resulted in her grabbing right where another bit was on my legs and smearing it even more. She turned on the lights in my room and laid me down on the changing table. As she did so, she pulled her hand away and had brown on it.

“Oh my, Sweetie… you… you weren’t kidding.”

“I could have used the bathroom if you let me…” I reminded her.

“I know you could have used the potty before, Cammie, but you must remember that the judge said you have Maturosis… so it would be neglect if I let you use it all alone – especially in the middle of the night! You might fall in and hurt yourself with your condition,” she cooed.

“Bullshit!”

She sighed, “Cammie, you can’t use words like those anymore. Those are grown-up words. Your grandma would tan both of our hides if she heard you say that.”

“I don’t care right now…”

She sighed, “I don’t want to either, but I have to, Cammie.”

Without talking, she unzipped the sleeper from the collar down to my foot and made a face like she was going to be sick. “What did you eat yesterday?” She asked.

“Too much breastmilk,” I told her.

“Oh...”

I sat there while she looked terrified about figuring out the mess. I didn’t necessarily blame her; I walked down to her room for a reason! “Stay there for a moment, Cammie!” She told me, walked to the bathroom, and returned with a towel. “Okay, I’m going to pull you out of the sleeper, wrap you in this towel, and we’ll clean off the rest in the tub.”

I just nodded. “I just want it off of me…” I whined.

I stayed limp as she pulled me out of the sleeper and used the towel to grab me. She carried me to the bathroom, where she gave me baths and gently sat me inside the tub. She still looked utterly disgusted as she did so, and I noticed she now had several brown spots on her nightgown too. I stood there as she carefully pulled the tapes off the diaper and tried not to let it plop to the ground. She sort of did the typical diaper roll but mostly just tried to keep poop inside as she sat the destroyed diaper in a trashcan next to the toilet.

“Well… the bomb is off, at least,” she said aloud. She shook her head, removed a drain catch from the tub, and reached for a spray nozzle. She turned on the tub and ran the water through the sprayer momentarily before running it over the top of my body. “Yuck…” she said.

“I agree,” I told her tersely, watching the water run brown down the tub drain.

She sprayed me down for several minutes before setting the sprayer down and noticing her nightgown. “Oh, guess I didn’t get out of this without my own mess, huh?”

I shook my head, “I’m surprised you still have it,” shot out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

I watched her face then as tears streamed down. “Ho…” she stopped, her voice catching, “How about we use Mommy’s tub to finish cleaning us up?”

I looked at her curiously but shrugged. She wrapped a towel around me and carried me back to her room and her massive bathroom in a cradle position. She had an inset bathtub, large even by Big standards, that she began filling. I watched as she threw in some bubble bath and a fizzing bath bomb ball. She filled it to my shoulder height before pulling the dirty nightgown off, then her panties and bra. I almost commented on her wet panties but decided not to.

Clearly, she had been using her toy when she went to bed!

I stood in the water after she sat me down and soon sat in her lap as she scrubbed every inch of my body with a flowery-smelling body soap that I knew was her regular soap. When she was sure she had me clean, she had me stand while she did the same before pulling me sideways on her bare lap.

She looked perplexed, and I wondered which part of the evening confused her. I finally asked, “What?”

She sighed, “You know I love dressing you up… Playing with your hair or watching Dani play with your hair earlier just makes me feel… good. I always wanted to do that with you, but I didn’t want to frighten you or have my mom find out and force us…”

I shrugged, “I can’t say that I’m surprised… I always wondered.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly…”

“I loved you, and in addition to all of the good things emotionally about our relationship, I liked the sex.”

She jolted and shifted uncomfortably but said, “I did too…” She sighed, “I tried to go out with some guys… Danica and some friends set me up with tons of blind dates… but I just couldn’t get close to them. Not after…”

I nodded, “I probably would have been the same if it hadn’t been for Beth.”

“What exactly happened?” She asked.

I motioned around the room and pointed to my ears; she shook her head, “There’s a reason I said I wanted to give you your bath in my bathroom. I sweep it for bugs twice a day. My bedroom has a camera and an audio bug, but my mom didn’t think my bathroom needed one.”

“The other rooms?”

“Every other room has at least an audio one,” she answered. “I’m pretty sure Mindy put them in and checks on them daily.”

“I’m not surprised… she seems to be here just to keep an eye on you?”

“Feels that way, huh?” She poked my exposed belly button and brought some more suds over with her hand to cover our lower areas. It did nothing to hide her naked breasts. Still, I was slowly growing desensitized to them after sucking on them multiple times a day… “So, what happened?”

I thought for a second, trying to be careful with my wording in case she was lying. “Well, Beth stopped being monitored after two years, and her dad was able to quietly let her start growing up again. They performed a procedure to heal the damage to her legs and mobility and even began trying to potty-train her again. The summer we graduated from Emerson, I had a party with my grandparents visiting to celebrate. When they left, Beth and her dad came over. I was amazed to see her progress, and she brought me a gift…” I smiled grimly, “It’s something. Honestly, if this ruling sticks, I’d really appreciate it if you would help me recover from my dad’s house here.”

“What was it?”

“It was a poem…” I recited her Poem, Inches, from memory. “May this be a token and a tether, For our memories of love, in inches.” I was in tears by the end of saying it.

“That’s beautiful,” she said, clearly unsure of what to say. “After… after that?”

“After that, with her father’s blessing, we hung out most of the summer. By the end, we had a plan that they would move away somewhere to get her fully potty-trained and emancipated while I went to Law School.”

“You loved her before me?”

I sighed, “Honestly, Addy, I didn’t realize I did until the day she came to say goodbye to me. By that point, her fate was sealed, and so was mine… or so I thought…?”

She looked at me, “That’s the first time you’ve called me Addy.”

I thought back… Since the day she broke up with me, I hadn’t thought of her as anything but the cold ‘Addison’ that had signed the text about my stuff being in the mail from her apartment. Even after being a party to this blatantly corrupt Maturosis ruling, I had referred to her as that. I’d had to call her mommy to play the part…

“Today was the first time you’ve felt like Addy to me.”

“I’m sorry, Cameron,” she told me. “As long as my mom has us over the barrel with this nanite batch, I don’t think I can do anything different.”

“I know…”

“Anyway, what happened then?”

I felt self-conscious but explained, “Well, Beth and I video chatted for an hour most days… sometimes longer if I could spare the time. I was focused on my school work, and she was focused on regaining her freedom. The summer going into my final year at Harlan, I was accepted to do a short internship/clerkship with Judge Ruth Jones. I ended up staying at her house that summer since my housing fell through, and she encouraged me to have her and her parents come down since they were close by over in New Albany.”

I smiled and cried simultaneously, “She got out of the car and ran to me like some sort of love movie… As I hugged her, she handed me her emancipation order. Before they left to go home that weekend, I got down on one knee and proposed. She said ‘yes,’ and we planned to get married that next June after I graduated Law School.”

I saw tears in Addy’s eyes then, too, “How did you find out what happened to her?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t. Beth and her family just disappeared one day. I practically looked for her and cried for four years before her dad entered our office! I learned the truth about what SafeFoods did to her and her mom through Serendipity.”

“I was still in grad school then, you know that, right?”

I nodded, “I know you were; the problem is I have a feeling that you’re probably still testing products like it as we speak while you’re in charge?”

Her face looked like I had slapped her, and she shook her head, “I haven’t been allowing things like that to get past me.”

“I find it hard to believe it’s stopped…?”

She shrugged, “If it’s still going on, Mom has it going through somewhere else.”

“Do…” I bit my tongue, ‘I shouldn’t be talking to her about this…’

“What?”

“Do you all have any idea if there’s a cure for what happened to her?”

I watched a few more tears go down her face, and she shook her head, “As far as I can tell, the products caused permanent damage, Cameron. I’m guessing your witness had brain scans… The toxin completely destroyed the brain’s cells and synapses that control memories and motor control. Even if you could get them to regrow, the research showed it would be as basically a brand-new person who wouldn’t ever be able to remember anything from before the repairs.”

I wanted to believe she was lying.

I wanted to believe that if I could get someone like Amanda or Stacy to program nanites, we could fix her… I’d dreamt of it so often!

But with that statement…

‘She’s not coming back?’ I thought and began bawling like the baby that her mother wanted me to be.
 
 

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