The devil in diapers by annmorningstar, literature
Literature
The devil in diapers
November 20th Unified Year 1924 Norden logistical command "ser" "yes lieutenant" "We had an odd request from a unit affiliated with the general staff sir" "what's the request" "5 packs of disposable diapers" Well that's strange the commander thought why would a unit need those " what unit is it" the commander inquired " 203rd Ariel Mage battalion under the direct command of the general staff" What could Ariel Mages need diapers for? Though now that he thought about it he remembered the commander of that unit was quite Young. No, she had the Silver Wings Assault badge he reminded himself as he banished the thought " if it's a unit under the command of the general staff then we must comply send them through" " yes sir" the lieutenant replies getting back to paperwork --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 1st Unified Year 1924 Norden Osfjord Tanya
Erika's New Perfume Part 1 by Lance-the-young, literature
Literature
Erika's New Perfume Part 1
Erika's New Perfume
By Lance
The high-pitched bell of Strington Junior High began it's final ring of the day and the students began to file out toward the various exits. Among these students was the eleven-year-old sixth-grade-student Erika Swanson. She was a little on the skinny side with short black hair.
Erika had been homeschooled all thoughout grade-school, and had only just entered into the local public middle school. Her mother had explained that things would be hard to get used to at first. She was right, of course. Things were strange in school. She had no friends that went to Strington Junior, so she was always sitting alone. A
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 13 by PeculiarChangeling, literature
Literature
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 13
It struck Vanessa that things had become routine almost as soon as the shock had worn off. In just under two weeks, they’d learned that magic existed, and had a cruel sense of humor. They’d seen Nicole devolve from a fully capable woman to a person with the memories of an adult but the physical faculties of a particularly stunted toddler. And, already, she was…used to it. Not unconcerned, of course. Vanessa still spent her time scouring the internet for solutions, looking for cures or counterspells or witches who could fix everything, but it had lost its sense of shock. Even the doodle for the day–showing baby blocks scattered and an utterly broken, jagged speech bubble, didn’t carry much shock, just an indication of what new problems to expect for the day. Now, she just worried for Nicole in a way that could only be described with one word, but it was a word Vanessa refused to say out loud; one that began with an ‘M’ and rhymed with ‘Blaternal’. “Buh!” Nicole called.
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 12 by PeculiarChangeling, literature
Literature
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 12
“Hey there, Nicky, it’s time to wake up.” Nicole rubbed at her eyes. She hadn’t set an alarm the night before–why bother? She didn’t have anything to get up for. Yawning, she looked around the room. Everything looked the same, no obvious changes to the decor or anything–though by the smell, she had an obvious need for a change. “Wha’ time ith it?” she asked, sitting up. She barely registered the squish of her diapers anymore. V had left the crib gate open and was already getting changing supplies out. “Around nine. I’d have let you sleep longer, but I didn’t want you getting a rash.” Sliding off the side of the bed, Nicole said, “Aren’t you–woah!” Stumbling, she fell onto all fours, her balance wavering badly. Vanessa appeared by her side, supporting her with a hand. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she mumbled, “Jus’...still wakin’ up.” “Okay,” Vanessa said, helping her to stand. “What were you saying?” “Are you gonna be late for work?” Nicole asked, holding Vanessa’s hand for
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 11 by PeculiarChangeling, literature
Literature
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 11
Vanessa’s hand hovered over the door handle, uncertain how to approach her friend. Yesterday had been a doozy. Nicole was pretty much a wreck, distraught and sobbing when Vanessa showed up to take her home. And there were still four days on the chart left, four opportunities to take more away. Vanessa had trouble imagining what could be left, Nicole had already fallen so far. This was all out of her wheelhouse. Vanessa was practically taking on the role of a new mom–giving Nicole rides, helping her with diaper changes, making all the food–and it was hard. She’d make it work, for Nicky, but she had never been the responsible one of the pair until circumstance had forced her to adopt that role. Today’s doodle was simple; Nicole had a bit of drool on her face and a crayon gripped tightly in a fist, laying on her tummy as she worked on a craft project, alphabet blocks floating over her head with no apparent words or meaning. That didn’t seem so bad, all things considered. “Nicole?”