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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 4, 2024 at 2:25 PM
Content: Part 1

Finally the big day had arrived. Each year, the school would put on a play, and there was always a big excitement to find out who had been cast in the lead roles. This was certainly going to be the case this year as our drama teacher Ms Hipork had chosen a version of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. There had been a huge debate already as to who would be chosen to play Dorothy. Anneke was no different to any of the other girls, but realistically, she knew that she had no chance. There were many other, much more popular girls in her year who had already announced that they wanted the part. There was no chance that the wonderful Ms Hipork even knew her name, as Anneke was generally too shy to even speak in the drama lessons. There had been that one time when each person had to stand up and read different parts of the Shakespeare play, when (after being encouraged to speak up), Ms Hipork had said “that was very nicely done, Anneke” in front of the whole class. Anneke literally glowed in the praise, but the glow didn’t last long as the class giggled at her expense after Ms Hipork had to remind her to sit down again, after her turn to speak. But at the end of the lesson, as Anneke tried to shuffle out unnoticed, Ms Hipork held her back to repeat again that she had done a very good job. Ms Hipork knew how difficult it had been for an intensely shy girl to stand up and complete a long Shakespearean speech in front of her peers. But she also noticed that while the girl had the script open in front of her, her eyes had not looked at the script once, but rather had focussed on something out of the window. It was clear this little girl had taken the time to memorise the text, but also, from her intonation, she had understood the intricacies of the text, emphasising the right sections. The teacher had made a mental note of this quiet, small girl, who was always on her own and didn’t seem to ever mix with others in the class.

Ms Hipork announced the list of actors in reverse order, ending up with the role of Dorothy. Dorothy was to be played by Helen Watson, the head girl. It made sense, as Helen was a very pretty girl, with a lovely voice. This was a popular choice, and was greeted with hollers and whoops, and many girls congratulating Helen. In fact the cacophony of noise meant that the announcement of the understudy was missed by most people. In fact, even Anneke didn’t hear her name, and could not understand why so many people were seeking her out to congratulate her. Ms Hipork sought her out, at the back of the school hall.

“Anneke, I would like you to come, with Helen, to my classroom at second break, please.” Ms Hipork instructed, without giving Anneke chance to explain why she would not be able to understudy, or take any part in the play, as she knew her mother would not allow it, as it would be viewed as “stuff and nonsense” and if it wasn’t directly part of the school curriculum then it was a “waste of time and effort”

Second break came, and the two girls stood by Ms Hipork’s desk, and the obvious challenge of her choice was evident in front of her. Normally an understudy would be a similar size and shape to the main role, so costumes could be used by either actor. But Helen towered above Anneke, plus Helen had bloomed into what could only be described as a voluptuous young lady, her elegant blonde locks only emphasised the curvaceous body that carried them. In comparison, Anneke’s head barely came to Helen’s chest. Her hair hung limply and her body was entirely masked by a uniform which looked too big for the tiny frame underneath. They could have been opposites, indeed even in personality, as Helen smiled, holding her head high, exuded beauty and radiated a well deserved confidence, making eye contact tact with her teacher and thanking her for the opportunity. Anneke on the other hand could not raise her eyes off the floor, but rather was wringing her hands, in clear discomfort. After handing Helen a copy of the script, and agreeing a first reading she excused the taller girl, before turning her attention to the shorter girl, who was beginning to even shake.

“Err…Miss…I…err…well…it is very kind of you but…well…it won’t be possible…my mother…and…well…err…” the short girl stammered out, in clear distress. It was upsetting for the teacher to watch, and listen to this pitiful excuses, and it took some resolve not to just hug the little girl.

“Anneke, I chose you, because I have been very impressed with your approach to much of our work this year. You clearly try to understand the plays, and you appear to have a great ability to learn lines. I know being the understudy for the main role is a difficult one, but I needed to choose someone reliable, who will learn the part, even though it may be doubtful that she will step on the stage. I am afraid you get all the hard work and probably, none of the adulation, but I know we can rely on you.” Explained the teacher, trying to dispel the negativity.

“N…n…no, it’s not that, Miss. I mean I would be happy to…well, I…but it is not me, Miss, my mother doesn’t like me doing any extra-curricular activities…especially if it means any extra costs or things like that. She says I must only concentrate on my academic work”, Anneke explained, finally looking pleadingly at her teacher.

“Leave your mother to me,” explained Ms Hipork, knowing how to deal with parents like that. “If I can convince your mother, are you willing to put in all the work and effort, knowing that, most likely, you will not be used?”

With that the little girl melted her teacher’s heart, as she looked up, and replied, “oh yes, please Miss, I would love to do something like that”.

So the rehearsals started, although Ms Hipork had to phone Anneke’s mother more than once to explain why rehearsals had gone on longer than planned. But, it was evident that Anneke had learned not just the part of Dorothy, but also she had learned the entire play, as she would sit quietly in a seat at the back of the theatre mouthing all the words. In fact, in time, Ms Hipork would use Anneke to give the cue’s, whenever different actors lost their way, or could not remember their words. Ms Hipork would smile to herself, as the cues were always correct, but Anneke never had to refer to the script. She was happy that she could at least give the small girl a job to do, as not only was it unlikely that she would be used, but the girl had already admitted to the teacher that nerves would probably prevent her from actually performing on stage.

In the final weeks the rehearsals increased in intensity, as the whole cast tried to perfect their performance. The set had been built, and most of the costumes had been completed. An excited confidence was beginning to fall across the entire crew. Ms Hipork knew this meant trouble; things would always go wrong when people became too confident. The teacher was just waiting for the bad luck to descend. Initially, she thought the bad luck might be the outbreak of laryngitis that had broken out in the community. She advised all the members of the cast to limit their social interactions, indeed at this stage of rehearsal, if they were not catching up on their school work, then they needed to work on perfecting their lines. But no, the trouble happened in the middle of a rehearsal; the lighting team were working on their spotlights, and Ms Hipork could only surmise that the lighting had blinded Helen as she had moved to the front of the stage, and fell off the edge. The scream that followed froze everyone in the theatre for a second before they dashed to help the injured girl. It was clear to all that saw the angle of Helen’s leg, that it was broken. An ambulance was called and the poor girl was taken off to hospital. It was quite late, and none of the actors was going to be able to give a decent performance after the drama of losing their lead actor, so Ms Hipork suggested they should all go home, and they would put in a longer rehearsal the following evening. Her eyes went over her cast and crew, checking that no one was looking too distressed, and she noticed that an important pair of eyes were missing, but rather than pulling everyone’s attention to the fact, she knew to send them all home before searching for the owner of the missing eyes, the person who was going to be impacted the most by the accident.

“Anneke, where are you?”, Ms Hipork called to the empty theatre. “Anneke? Please come out now, we do need to talk about this.”

Eventually a small shape appeared from under the stage. A tear lined face, pale in the lights came forward, uncertainly, apprehensively.

“Come out here, Anneke” Ms Hipork called, patting the seat next to her. “We have a lot to discuss, we will need to make adjustments to the costumes, but luckily you know the part better than Helen, so I have no worries there.” The teacher said trying to impart some confidence into the shaking form next to her.

“N…n…no Miss, I…I mean…I can’t…it will be impossible…”

The teacher knelt in front of the shaking girl, making sure her own eyes were at a lower level than the small child on the seat. It struck her that while she considered the lead actress a young lady, this was only a scared child in front of her.

“You will be fine, Anneke, I am certain of that, here,” she said wiping the child’s tears away, even wiping her nose, as one might with a much younger child. “Anneke, you will make a perfect Dorothy, and everyone will love you.”

“No, I can’t…it will be impossible…please, Miss, don’t make me…I just can’t do it…” the young girl sobbed. It was only then that the teacher noticed that the girl was sat in a puddle, the seat was soaked, in urine. The girl had peed herself, out of fear.

“Shhh, don’t worry about this little accident, as it can happen to any of us, especially with all the drama of seeing your classmate hurt like that. I know it was an unpleasant sight, don’t worry, here let’s get you changed and cleaned up” the teacher said attempting to pull the child up to her feet. But Anneke remained glued in the seat, unmoving, immovable.

“But this the problem, Miss…this is the reason why I can’t do it, Miss. I have a weak bladder, and I always wet myself if I get scared…always…I am sorry, Miss, I should have explained to you before…but I thought it wouldn’t matter, because I wouldn’t be going on the stage…” Anneke’s voice trailed off.

“Oh Anneke, Anneke, you can’t let this little thing stop you. We can find a way around this, I am sure. This is your moment to shine, and I want to do everything to enable you to perform. I know you will be perfect in the role. You are a perfect Dorothy! Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. There will be something you can wear from the wardrobe.” With that the teacher led the small schoolgirl who had a soaking wet uniform on into the changing room…leaving a little line of drips behind them.

Anneke just stood, a forlorn sight in the middle of the changing room, whilst the teacher rummaged through the drama wardrobe. No; Cleopatra’s dress would be far too big, as would the angel’s dress. Mary’s dress? No still too big…but the little doll of the baby Jesus, swaddled, gave the teacher an idea…. But that wouldn’t help now. Finally she came across a line of little dresses they had used to dress some younger girls as Native American squaws.

Ms Hipork turned around to see Anneke shivering in her wet clothing, her arms wrapped around herself, just a pitiful sight. The teacher resisted the temptation just to sweep the small girl up and to hug her until the shaking stopped. Instead she quickly removed the wet clothing off the tiny frame of the girl. The urine had wicked up onto her blouse and into her vest meaning they had to come off too. Once naked, she realised just how underdeveloped the small girl was. She resembled a street urchin rather than a girl in her final year of high school. After drying the little girl, then dressing her as a squaw, she drove her home, with her wet uniform in a plastic bag. She left Anneke, her new Dorothy, with a promise to come up with a solution, before the next rehearsal.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 5, 2024 at 3:24 AM
Content: Part 2

That night, Ms Hipork phoned the Hospital, Helen had suffered a bad complex fracture of her leg, and was already in surgery, having metal plates pinning the bones together. The thinking was that her lead actress would have a protracted stay in hospital, and would be unable to take any further part in the play. Ms Hipork apologised and commiserated with Helen’s parents, but once putting the phone down her thoughts turned to how she could pull her new Dorothy out of her shell, to enable her to shine on the stage. The girl clearly knew the part; it seemed the child could recite the whole play, but she had to overcome this shyness. The more she thought, the more she realised that the whole production would hinge on this little girl. She knew some techniques for people who suffered from stage fright, and she still had a few weeks to work with the girl.

Before first break, Ms Hipork sent out a message for Anneke to report to her classroom during third break. She knew she would have to spend a lot of time with her Dorothy, but she also strongly felt she needed to bond with this girl. The reason went far beyond the play; Ms Hipork had been called to teaching by a desire to assist children on their journey in life. Teaching wasn’t always easy, but it was the challenging pupils like Anneke, that make the underpaid profession worthwhile. She knew that Anneke had the necessary skills inside her, and it was her job as her teacher to coax these skills out, and in doing so, this would equip the girl with essential knowledge which would equip her for the rest of her life. She resolved to be positive and worked on a plan to increase the girl’s self confidence. But when the message came back that Anneke was absent this morning made her heart drop. Anneke was acting like a young child, who refuses to face any difficult issue. But she was surprised that her mother was allowing the child to miss school completely. Whatever, this behaviour could not be allowed to continue. She headed to the school office, and arranged for one of her colleagues to cover for her. Fortunately, there was a student teacher available, who was so excited to provide cover, even for the rest of the day. She then got the address for Anneke, and without calling ahead, drove into the poorer section of the community, where Anneke’s address led her.

The house was the most delapitated in a row of poor housing. The garden overgrown leading to a paint peeled front door. The doorbell, unsurprisingly, did not work, so Ms Hipork rapped on the door. It took three attempts before there was any reaction.

An angry voice shouted back, “all right, all right. I am fucking coming, jeez”. But it took nearly five more minutes before movement could be heard on the other side of the door.

“Listen, I don’t have any money yet, so you can just fucking wait in line.” Was shouted angrily through the door.

“Err, Mrs Merwe, I am a teacher from Anneke’s school, I would like to talk to you both, please”

“Why? What has the dumb bitch done now? Listen, I am not gonna pay for anything she has broken, or stolen. That is your fault, not on me.”

“No, it is nothing like that at all, Mrs Merwe, Anneke has done nothing wrong, but I would really like to speak to you both”, explained the increasingly exasperated teacher, “but please could you open the door so we didn’t have to shout through it?”

Finally the lock was turned and the door opened, the first thing that greeted the teacher was the stench of alcohol and stale wine, this was then topped with stale tobacco smoke coming from the nearly finished cigarette butt, clamped between the small woman’s yellowing teeth. Had the teacher first seen the owner of the cigarette and yellowing teeth, she would have assumed the owner was grandmother and not mother. Clearly there were some serious issues here as the woman was already quite inebriated and it was still only mid-morning.

“She ain’t here, she is at the school” the mother announced.

“Well, that’s just it, Mrs Merve, Anneke didn’t turn up to school, and I wanted to check if she is OK, after what happened yesterday. I presume she told you?”

“What? Well, if she ain’t at school, then she must be hiding in her room,” with that she turned to scream behind her “ANNEKE, GET YOUR SKINNY ASS DOWN HERE THIS MOMENT, YOU LITTLE BITCH! DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO COME UP THERE TO DRAG YOU OUT. ANNEKE! NOW!” With that she turned back to the teacher. “Listen, she only missed a bit of a morning, so no need to tell the authorities or anything, we ain’t looking for any trouble” then without even pausing she turned back, screaming, “ANNEKE, YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS OR I AM GONNA TAN YOUR SKINNY ASS SO BAD THIS TIME YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN UNTIL NEXT WEEK”

Ms Hipork was completely shocked with the outburst and the real threat of violence, which in itself indicated a history of violence. For a moment, she was lost for words. But she knew she had to rescue this child immediately. As she searched for a solution, she noticed movement in the dark behind the intimidating shape of the mother. The mother must have heard the movement and span around quickly raising her arm to strike the child. This wasn’t the first time the child had been hit; it was evident by the way the child shrank back, but knew not to try to protect herself from the incoming slap, probably because this would only have increased the severity of the beating. It was obvious that the child was used to being slapped, but had learned how to minimise the damage.

“NO! Please don’t hit the child!” She pleaded, but too late, as the slap resounded off the defenceless cheek. “You don’t understand Mrs Merwe, please.” The teacher continued with the first thing that came to mind, “Anneke has won the Cooper scholarship, which is a state award given to the most promising actress each year. The Cooper scholarship is a highly prestigious award, donated by our most famous local author.”

The mother spun back to greedily look at the teacher, “so what is this prize worth? How much money do I get?”

“I am afraid that the award is not a direct financial prize, but rather it is a placement in a local residential drama school, and the exciting part of this is that it can start immediately! If you are both willing, Anneke can start this course now, the award covers all the residential costs, the tuition fees everything…”

Ms Hipork could see the mother’s eyes narrow even further as she began to try to think the situation through, and the teacher knew she had to ‘close the deal’ immediately, “oh silly me; there is an immediate cost offset payable to the family off,” as she counted all the notes in her purse, “…of…err…$143!”

The offer of all the cash in the teacher’s purse pushed the mother over the edge. Her cruel mouth broke into a yellow grin.

“Pack your bags, girl, looks like our luck is finally beginning to turn”

With that the girl turned and disappeared into the shadows. For the next five minutes, the teacher carefully padded out the story, explaining that the child would continue her academic education at the same school, but as soon as her normal school finished, she would be taken to the drama academy, where the time would be taken up with acting lessons, elocution lessons, and courses on movement and singing. These would continue each weekend, and the holidays. Of course, many of the drama students at the prestigious academy would land roles in films, plays and even adverts, which would enable some students to send serious amounts of money home. This appealed to the greedy alcoholic woman, and she almost pushed the girl out of the house, with instructions to work hard and to send all her earnings directly back home for her dear old mother.

The sad little girl clutched one half filled bag, which contained her belongings. Ms Hipork, put a protective arm around the girl, and walked her quickly to her car, expecting to be hollered back to explain this Cooper scholarship in more detail. But the only thing shouted were reminders to send any earnings straight back home. Quickly, they got into,the car and pulled away.

Ms Hipork didn’t breathe until they merged onto the main road out of the area, then she looked down to see her charge was silently weeping on her seat. A quick glance revealed wet legs and sodden socks. Obviously the child had wet herself on being slapped by her mother. Ms Hipork needed to calm the whole situation for the child. Although she was actually over 18 and due to graduate from high school at the end of the year, she looked more like a 10 or 11 year old, or actually even younger as she sat there in her wet uniform.

Ms Hipork spoke quietly, but continually, without waiting for, or receiving, any response from the child. She started by assuring Anneke that she had done nothing wrong, nothing at all, and that she wasn’t in any trouble. But she also explained that there was no drama academy but if there really was a Cooper scholarship, then she would surely deserve to win it. She explained that they weren’t heading back to school just yet, but they were heading to her home first. Home consisted of a Mr Hipork, called Clint, and lots of cats. Her children were all grown up now, and they even had a wonderful granddaughter , who would come and visit them regularly. She was only a baby, but Ms Hipork was sure Anneke would like her, and she would be able to meet her at the weekend. Eventually, they pulled into a pretty driveway with a delightful small house surrounded by flowerbeds. Anneke remained rooted in her seat, Ms Hipork noted that at least she had stopped crying, but had not raised her eyes. Quietly, she opened the car door, and released the safety belt, placing her hand around Anneke’s she gently led the damp girl up the path.

“You are home early Kate, but who is this with you?” a kind male voice greeted them, causing Anneke to perceptively move closer into Ms Hipork’s body, but without looking up to the source of the voice.

“Clint, this is Anneke, or rather my new Dorothy, who I told you about last night, after my first Dorothy took the normal ‘break a leg’ well wish rather too literally. Anneke has had some difficult experiences just now, and so she will be staying with us for a while, while we sort things out for her, but first she needs a shower to freshen up.”

Anneke had stopped listening as several cats appeared to inspect the new guest, and her attention was taken by these inquisitive felines.

“I do hope you like cats,” asked the teacher, “they all have quite different characters, but they are all very friendly, well, apart from that grey one, Jenny, who is normally just a little cautious around strangers, but don’t mind her…” her voice trailed off, as this grey cat, that had just been called cautious, rubbed against Anneke’s legs, walking in figure of eights as the erect tail tickled her legs.

“Oh my word, Clint, have you ever seen anything like this? Jenny, who is usually the last to be won over, has immediately found a new friend! See, Anneke, everything will turn out well as Jenny likes you!”

With that she shooed the cats and Clint out of their way (mouthing to him that she would explain everything later) and entered into a small bedroom.

“This is actually the bedroom that our granddaughter, Sally, uses, but I am sure she will not mind.” The bedroom was very cute, much nicer than the bare shell Anneke was used to at home. There were darling little stuffed animals on shelves and a beautiful bed, with a Disney Princess on the cover.

“Do you think this bedroom might be a nice room for my new Dorothy to use?” With that the girls eyes finally looked up at the teacher, and a small smile appeared.

“Oh yes, Miss. It is perfect!” with that, Jenny, the grey cat jumped up onto the pink bed, and stretched out as if she was checking the softness.

“Off Dorothy’s bed, Jenny, you naughty kitten, really I don’t know what has got into you” Ms Hipork said as she shooed the cat off the bed. She saw the girl’s shoulders shaking and immediately assumed that the tears were flowing again, but to her amazement Anneke was laughing, and her eyes were twinkling.

“But Miss, I think Jenny is just playing a part too; she is pretending to be my dog, Toto!” That finally broke the ice and for the first time that morning they both relaxed, and laughed together. Of course the cat was just Dorothy’s loyal dog Toto.

“Anneke, while you are here, in my house, there is no need to call me ‘Miss’ all the time, you can save that for when we are at school, here, you can call me K…”

“Aunt Em!”, Anneke interjected, the teacher smiled, and then said, “so that makes Clint…” “Uncle Henry!” They said together!

Aunt Em, then sat on the bed (which gave a tell tale ‘crinkle’ as she did so).

“So Dorothy, here is the plan, let’s empty your bag, get you in the shower, and get your damp clothing in the wash. In the meantime, Cli…I mean Uncle Henry can pop around to get some essential supplies, and also collect your new Dorothy costume, which should be ready now.”

Aunt Em could clearly see the level of anxiety rise in her Dorothy, and decided to put her idea straight in front of the girl.

“I think I know how we can circumvent your little problem, Dorothy, if you trust me? You told me that you have a weak bladder, and it seems that is the case, as whenever you are placed under stress, then you end up with wet panties. So we can easily solve that, for you Dorothy. We can’t be sure to stop you peeing, but we can avoid the wet panties problem”

“But how, Aunt Em? I mean unless the rest of your cats are not really cats, but rather Munchkins and rather than silver shoes they can give me dry panties all the time?”

“No, they can’t give you dry panties, but they could give you diapers instead…that way no one will know that you have wet yourself…and it might even be more historically correct anyway, for Dorothy to wear not disposable diapers but flannel diapers, and rubber panties on top. Are you willing to try for me, for your Aunt Em?”

Dorothy threw her arms unexpectedly around Aunt Em, “Yes, yes, I will for you Aunt Em, anything for you, especially as you have already rescued me from the Wicked Witch of the East”

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 5, 2024 at 8:55 AM
Content: This story came about from a silly conversation, which then turned into a dare. It has caused a lot of fun here. It is sort of based around a fantasy that i did have, sort of a schoolgirl crush, not really sexual, but there was lots of diapering in the fantasy, which was all getting muddled in a very, very confused brain at the time. But now it is sort of written around people i know now (and still getting muddled in a still very, very confused brain). Anyways thank you for the kind comments!

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 6, 2024 at 5:46 PM
Content: Part 3

Aunt Em tried to encourage her Dorothy into the shower, and but once she told the little child that there was plenty of hot water and she could help herself to the shampoo and conditioner in the shower, there was no stopping her. As Anneke stripped off, she admitted that the showers she was used to were usually cold, and she had never actually used shampoo, never mind conditioner, as at her mother’s house, she used soap.

While her Dorothy was enjoying a piping hot shower, Aunt Em unpacked the small bag. The contents made her heart jump again. Aside from the damp uniform, that the child had arrived in, the bag contained a clean, if tatty and unironed blouse, a pair of threadbare panties socks that contained more holes than material. There was also a simple short skirt and a hoodie. The last thing she pulled out was a clearly much loved, one eyed teddy bear. This last item she arranged on the bed, alongside some newer cleaner stuffies. But then she realised that this made a poor comparison, and highlighted the age of the Teddy bear, so she moved the others down to the foot of the bed. Aunt Em, then caught herself; why was she arranging little stuffed animals for a young lady in her final year of High School? What was it about this shy little urchin that encouraged her to think like this?

Prior to unpacking the bag, she had sent her husband, Clint / Uncle Henry, on some errands. He was to collect the altered Dorothy costume from the dressmaker. Then there was a list of items to collect from the pharmacy, which raised an eyebrow, but he knew better than to question his wife.

She then called the school to explain she would be busy for the rest of the day, but would be at the rehearsal this evening. She put the damp school uniform into the washing machine, amd set it off on a long wash. Finally the shower stopped and a pink Dorothy appeared, wrapped in the fluffy white towel, but her hair dripping onto the floor.

“Aunt Em! That is the most wonderful shower I have ever had! Thank you so much, and the shampoo smelt so nice. I didn’t use the conditioner, as I was not sure how to use that. But I loved the shower gel that smells of flowers! Thank you Aunt Em.”

Aunt Em smiled at the gushing gratitude from the small girl.

“You are very welcome my dear, but we need to dry your hair, otherwise you will catch a cold. Why didn’t you grab another towel off the rack?”

“But Aunt Em, I already have a towel! It would be wasteful to use two towels.” This comment reinforced that the child had been conditioned in a quite different way.

“Can I dry and brush your hair for you, then we can have a rummage through the children’s old clothing to see if we can find something for you to wear? We could style your hair into the two pigtails that your character will need in the play, would you like that?”

Mention of the play, immediately removed the wide smile from Dorothy’s face, but Aunt Em decided to plough on regardless.

She sat the girl down in front of the vanity desk in the bedroom, and first brushed the child’s hair, before deploying the hair dryer. Jenny the cat, taking the role of Toto the dog to heart now, jumped onto the child’s lap, and purred like a runaway diesel engine! For such a normally antisocial cat, Jenny was transformed. This was also a completely new experience for Dorothy too, and she loved the feeling of her hair being brushed and divided. Aunt Em noticed the girl relax into the scalp massage, and actually thought at one stage that the little actress had fallen to sleep sitting on the stool, with her hands idly stroking the cat/dog on her lap. Her eyes had rolled back into their sockets as Aunt Em teased the hair into the classic Judy Garland, Dorothy style. She wondered if the girl would allow her hair to be dyed into the red hair that Garland had? Even though their play was not following the film so much, the role was so defined by the film that the costumes were all copies of that used in the classic film.

Finally she was done for now, and Dorothy looked almost dejected that the hair styling had stopped, but they both admired the new look in the mirror.

“Oh Aunt Em, you are so clever and so kind, I do look like Dorothy now don’t I”

“Yes, my dear, you have out Garlanded Judy, I think. Now let’s have a look in some of the children’s old cupboards to see what we can find that might fit you. I am a terrible hoarder, and cannot throw any clothing away, just in case we can use it in a play! I have dressed Cleopatra, the King of England, as well as Mary Joseph, and several angels in my time!”

The wardrobes smelled a little of lilacs and mothballs, but the treasures inside were beyond Dorothy’s wildest dreams. Aunt Em realised just how much shorter her Dorothy was compared to her daughters when they had been in their final year of high school. Indeed, the only items that were going to fit Dorothy were items they wore almost 10 years before. This meant that many of the items were aimed at a much younger child. All the jeans and teenager Tshirts were too large, but Dorothy herself seemed to be more excited by some quite infantile dresses. She was particularly drawn to one dress which had been her daughter’s favourite Sunday school dress, but aged 10. Aunt Em managed to divert the interest into a simple, sundress, which would have been immediatley rejected by her daughters once into their teenaged years, but Dorothy seemed attracted by the puffed sleeves and white sash around the midriff. They found some ribbed white tights and even some new panties still in a packet at the back of one drawer. Aunt Em found some sweet little training bras, but Dorothy announced that she didn’t wear those… because well…clutching her hands to her flat chest! So a simple vest would suffice. The only shoes that seemed to fit were the regulation T bar sandals, that her daughter’s had worn as part of their primary school uniform. Maybe this was why Dorothy brought out Aunt Em’s mothering instinct, although she was actually 18 years old, she had the size, and even demeanor of a girl much, much younger.

Once dressed, Dorothy enjoyed giving Aunt Em a fashion show, and she was clearly delighted with the transformation. Maybe it was the hairstyle, but to Aunt Em it was like admiring a toddler. In fact, Dorothy’s infantile enjoyment only emphasised this.

“Oh Aunt Em, I don’t think I have ever worn such beautiful clothing. My mother doesn’t like buying me clothes as she says she is waiting for me to start growing or something…so we make do with a minimum.” The more Aunt Em learned about the deprived life of this schoolgirl, the more she found herself getting angry at the mother, Mrs Merwe. She needed to talk through a plan with Clint; he would know how best to sort out the situation they found themselves in.

Finally, Clint / Uncle Henry returned. He staggered into the house, making an act out of all the packages and dress holders he was carrying.

“Place all that in Dorothy’s room please, Uncle Henry.” Aunt Em commanded with a grin on her face.

“Who? Dorothy? What? Henry? Huh? Aaaah! Right you are Aunt Em, everything into Dorothy’s room”. He play staggered into the room which brought a lovely giggle out of Dorothy herself. Dorothy was beside herself with excitement…all these packages…and they must be for her as they were all going into her room…

“Dorothy, we can try on your costume later, after the rehearsal, but there are some other items that I want to discuss with you before then. Shoo…out you go Uncle Henry, and take Jenny with you, please.” Jenny, however had different plans, and kept around, refusing to cooperate.

Finally, Dorothy, Jenny and Aunt Em sat on the crinkly bed, with bags containing large items inside. Immediately, Jenny appeared on Dorothy’s lap.

“OK, now for my solution for your little problem. I asked Uncle Henry to call in at the pharmacy and he has bought us a range of different options for you to try. You must let me know which option you might feel most comfortable in. These are all incontinence panties, and you don’t have to think of them as diapers at all. There are three main options, or perhaps a combination of them might turn out to be the most useful. But I am thinking you could wear these under your Dorothy costume, and these will magic away your little problem. Are you willing to give these a try for me, Dorothy?”

“I think so Aunt Em, and it doesn’t matter to me if we call them diapers, as that is what they really are. I really don’t mind. But if it means I can do the part on stage, then I am willing to give them a try….it is just…well…when I wee, I wee a lot. It’s not just a little bit; my bladder sort of completely empties. Will these be able to hold everything…because if they leak, even a little bit, then they will not work”

Aunt Em had expected some resistance to her idea, but not in this way. She had thought that Dorothy would complain about being treated or at least dressed, like a baby. But rather it was the practicalities that worried the girl.

“OK, I do understand, and there is one last thing that we could try if all else fails, but can we at least give these a proper test? Good, now the first choice are these,” pulling a large package from on bag, “these are called pull-ups. They work like normal panties.” Showing the front of the package which showed the product inside.

“Hmm…” said Dorothy, tracing her finger along the picture on the package, “these look simple enough…but I don’t think they will work. Although I am quite short, I think my bladder might be the one big thing about me…will these really hold everything without leaking?”

“I don’t know, but there are other options too. So this would be the next option, these are called slips,” as Aunt Em pulled a bigger package out of the next bag. “These will hold a lot more I guess, as they do have more absorbent material, but well…”

“They are like big, white baby diapers!” Dorothy correctly completed the observation. “They might work…only…hmm…well won’t it be obvious that I am wearing diapers?”

“I don’t think so Dorothy, your costume is here,” as Aunt Em removed the blue checked dress from its cover, “and the skirt is quite full.

“Oh Aunt Em! It is…gorgeous…perfect! And I get to wear it! I can’t wait. It is exactly like the dress Dorothy wears on the film! Oh Aunt Em…it is so beautiful…” with that the little girl began to sob.

Aunt Em threw her arms around the shaking girl pulling her close for a hug “what’s the matter, Dorothy? Don’t feel pressured; I know you will pull off the role on stage, in fact I have never been more certain. My only regret is that you should have been my first choice, and I can see that now, oh Dorothy, please don’t cry” she pleaded.

“No…it’s not that Aunt Em…it’s just…well…I just can’t believe you are being so kind to me, when I have already caused you so many problems, and I don’t know if I can even play the part on stage, without embarrassing myself, and letting you down. And you and Uncle Henry have gone to all this trouble…for me.

Jenny the cat, still acting the role of Toto the dog, decided this was the perfect time for an intervention. She stood up and squeezed between Dorothy and Aunt Em, and then began to lick the salty tears off the child’s face. There was a moment of silence as both Aunt Em and Dorothy watched this slender grey animal, lovingly lick the tears away, before they both descended into giggles.

“You see Dorothy, I don’t need to tell you to stop crying, but by magic Toto here has made your tears disappear. You see nothing is impossible, when we put our minds to it!”

“Yes, Aunt Em, it’s just…all these packages…the dress…the beautiful bedroom…these clothes I am wearing…my hair…it’s all too much…too strange…too foreign…too different. I know I am not really Dorothy and Toto is really one of your cats, and I am borrowing this pretty dress from your daughter, and I am sleeping in Sally’s room…and my own mother would not want me to be like this…”

“Do you mean, she would not want you to be happy, when you say ‘like this’?” Aunt Em enquired, “because you deserve to be happy and to be loved. My daughter is grown up, and she would never wear that dress or any of the others in the cupboard, so they are yours, any of them that you want. You can stay here for as long as you want. It might be that on some weekends and during the holidays you will have to share your bedroom with Sally, but we can bring an extra bed in here. As for Jenny, or should I say Toto,” as they both looked down at the cat now curled up in the tiny space between them, “I would suggest that she has already claimed ownership of you, and not the other way around! I can’t believe this transformation! What a change! And talking of changes…there is still another variation of incontinence panty…or diaper, to look at. These are possibly more in keeping with the character or at least the historical time of the character. So this solution comes in two pieces, a cloth diaper which we used to join together with safety pins, but these days the cloth comes with Velcro fastenings, and the second part is rubber pants. We call them rubber, but they are actually plastic. These would be the absolute safest, but the most cumbersome, and uncomfortable, I imagine.”

Dorothy sat there crinkling the rubber pants in her hands, lost in her thoughts. Finally Aunt Em had to interrupt them, so very quietly she asked,

“So, what are you thinking? Which would you like to try?”

“Hmm…” then Dorothy crawled up to look at the pictures on the packages…. “Well…I think the cloth ones with rubber panties would be what Dorothy would have worn…but…can I…I mean…just to see how they feel…could…hmmm…OK, please can I try the disposable diapers, the slips?”

“Sure, we can get you into those before we leave for the rehearsal, then no one there need know”

“N…n…no…I mean…can I try them now?” Dorothy said in a little voice.

“Of course you can, Dorothy. You might be able to put these on yourself, but let me help you to start off with, is that OK? Right, I think Uncle Henry got us some talc too, we will need that to make it more comfortable for you. Got it. Now, you just lie back on the bed”

Aunt Em couldn’t believe how willing the little girl was to wear the diapers. She has expected a bit of a fight, but the girl had no problem, indeed, it seemed she even wanted to wear them. Aunt Em reached under the hem of the dress and pulled down the tights and panties, pulling them right off the girl’s legs. Then she had to fold the skirt up past the girls waist. She opened the package and pulled a tightly folded diaper out. These were just the same as she used for her granddaughter only a bigger size, and plain white, rather than patterned. She fluffed the diaper a little, then asked the girl to raise her bottom off the bed, allowing her to slide the diaper underneath the girl. She tapped some talc around the girl’s privates, and then pulled the diaper up between the girls legs. Unlike her wriggling granddaughter, Dorothy lay very still, as though she was taking in every aspect of the diapering. Aunt Em fastened the tapes in order, then carefully checked around the leg cuffs to make sure the diaper would not leak.

“There we go, now let’s just slide your tights back over the top.” The tights covered the diaper, although the material was stretched over tightly. With that she pulled Dorothy so she was sitting, after pulling the hem of the dress down.

“How does that feel?”

“Hmmm…” Dorothy’s hands stretched down to her padded crotch, feeling the diaper under the dress and tights…, “hmmm…it feels…nice…safe…a bit funny…but nice…thank you Aunt Em!” With that, Dorothy hugged Aunt Em tightly.

“Now stand up, walk around in them…how do they feel?” Dorothy stood, looking down at her midriff. Then she walked, with the loyal Jenny following behind. To Aunt Em, it was quite clear the girl was wearing diapers under the little sundress, especially when she bent down to pick Jenny up.

“Ah! You need to practice bending over…actually, I think we should put you in something longer or everyone is going to see your diapers peeking out!”

“All right, but is it OK if I stay like this for now? I mean, you and Uncle Henry will be the only ones that see me…and you already know that I am wearing diapers, and I sort of like how they feel…”

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 8, 2024 at 2:36 PM
Content: Part 4

Dorothy rushed out of the bedroom, and immediately struck up a conversation with Uncle Henry, as though they were family who had known one another for a lifetime. This was remarkable; this timid, shy girl was slowly coming out of her shell, thought the teacher, and allowing a beautiful little flower to bloom. The girl rest of the day was spent with this little train moving around the house and garden, as her husband got on with everyday chores, but was pursued by a pretty little girl, who kept a constant line of questions going.

“What are you doing now?
What is that for?
Why does this plant need more water than those over there?
Where do the snails come from?
How long have you lived here?
Are you also a teacher?”

Later, her husband would comment it was quite tiring having to justify and explain every action to young girl. He was genuinely shocked when he learnt the true age of the little inquisitor. At the back of this train was Jenny / Toto, who kept a close eye on her charge, and clearly didn’t approve of any other cat intruding on her human possession. It made Ms Hipork / Aunt Em smile, as, in so many ways, it was such an idyllic scene, and so far removed from the only existence the child had known up until that morning. She resolved that this beautiful flower should never have to be placed in the vicious, unloving environment, where she had been starved of love and social nourishment.

But Aunt Em also needed to check to see if the diapers were working and know that the girl had confidence in them. She had been watching this train move around the house all day, but had not noticed the girl use the toilet at all yet. She wondered if the diaper was already wet. On purpose, she had given the girl a large drink with her lunch and several drinks during the afternoon. Eventually, whilst sat down in the kitchen, she called Dorothy over.

“What is it, Aunt Em? What have I done wrong?”, Dorothy immediately was on the defence.

“Oh, nothing at all, sweet girl. I can’t imagine you could ever do something wrong, but come closer, Aunt Em just needs to check something.” As the girl stepped closer, Aunt Em raised the hem of the skirt, but could not tell if the wetness indicator on the diaper had changed colour.

Quietly, she asked Dorothy, “have you made a wee in your diaper yet?”

The girl looked down and tentatively felt the diaper, “no, I don’t think so Aunt Em…but also Uncle Henry is not at all scary; he is like a big teddy bear. He did tell me off for asking too many questions…but he did it in such a nice way, I don’t think he really meant it. He is a very kind man isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is a very kind man, but I am not sure he would be too happy being called a big teddy bear!” With that Aunt Em scooped the girl up onto her lap. There was shockingly little weight to the girl. Jenny looked on, protectively, assessing whether this was an attack on her human, she decided it wasn’t as she went off to investigate the butterflies in the garden.

“Here, you should have another drink, and then we need to think about getting changed, so we can go to the rehearsal. I know there is a beautiful skirt and top that would just suit you. But first, there is a test I must do. We need to see how ticklish you are!” With that Aunt Em started to tickle the girl, to shrieks, and giggles, and lots of squirming.

“No…don’t….n…stop…giggle…please…stop”. The shrieking and squirming brought the feline defender back, and she raced across the floor and lept right onto Dorothy’s lap. Aunt Em stopped tickling immediately as she wasn’t sure that the normally placid Jenny might have attacked her. She froze, and locked eyes with the cat. But in the sudden quiet, the unmistakable sound of a bladder emptying was evident to them both. The little girl bit her bottom lip and looked forlornly at Aunt Em, on the verge of tears. Aunt Em did the only natural thing she could do and hugged the child closely, risking being scratched by the cat, she quietly told the child not to worry, as she felt the heat slowly spread across her own lap.

“But Aunt Em…I am so sorry, I will have wet you as well, I didn’t mean to, it was the tickling” whispered Dorothy.

“Shhh…that is why I tickled you! I don’t think you have wet me at all, but even if you have, it really doesn’t matter. Look Jenny is still here, and a cat will put up with most things, but they will not sit in a puddle!”

Dorothy bent down and kissed the cat on its nose, “I love you, Toto,” then adding in a tiny whisper, “and I love you too Aunt Em”

The teacher brushed away the tear that immediately formed as she heard the tiny heartfelt statement.

“Right, little Dorothy, let’s get you into something a bit more age appropriate with a bit more length. We don’t mind you running around here and seeing the occasional peek of your diapers from under the hem of your dress, but we ought to find something a bit more grown up before we go out”

“Oh Aunt Em, wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to leave the house? I am not sure I want to be grown up just yet?” Dorothy admitted.

They both looked down at their laps as they stood up, both expecting to see wet patches, Dorothy holding the cat close to her chest. But they were each amazed to see everything was dry, then they looked to each other and then even checked the seat, as Uncle Henry walked in.

“Have you dropped something?” He asked.

“No, no, nothing at all!” His wife responded as the two females and cat left the kitchen in giggles. Uncle Henry sighed and reminded himself, yet again, that he would never really understand the female human brain.

Once in the bathroom, Aunt Em stripped the girl down to her diaper, carefully pointing out that there wasn’t even a drip of moisture on any of the clothing. Even the white tights remained completely dry.

“That’s amazing!” said Dorothy, feeling the tautness of the outside of the diaper. “It feels almost hard, but everything has been soaked up!” Aunt Em crouched down to inspect the moisture indicator strip, it had completely changed colour, and there was a definite yellow tinge to the white material. She carefully untaped the diaper and allowed it to fall to the bathroom floor with a dull plop, between the little girls thin legs.

“That is a lot of wee!”

They said in unison, prompting another round of giggles. Aunt Em then fetched a Shower cap and after placing it on Dorothy’s head to protect her hair, she instructed Dorothy to have a quick shower again, “to avoid any wee smell”, while she went to search for some suitable clothing for the rehearsal.

She opted for a cute little tiered denim skirt and a sweet flowery blouse. Much more age appropriate. She also convinced Dorothy to wear a training bra. The girl admitted she had never worn a bra before, and she seemed more troubled by that new item of underwear more than the fresh diaper under the skirt. But Aunt Em relented when she asked if she could wear some cute little frilly socks, to go with the sandals. As she had to agree with Dorothy’s description of “really sweet socks”!

On the way to the rehearsal, she reminded her charge that, while at school events, calling her Aunt Em would be inappropriate, but she should revert to Ms Hipork. Anneke quietly agreed. Ms Hipork also said they would not be doing a long rehearsal this evening, after the commotion of the last one. But she wanted the whole cast to get used to their new leading actress, the new Dorothy. She explained that there was no pressure on Anneke at all, as she didn’t expect anything from her at this rehearsal. And not to be worried if not all the lines came to her immediately as being on stage was a different experience. She tried to explain that the child was under no pressure. The last thing she wanted was a full break down in front of the cast. Anneke remained very quiet, nothing like the young child, full of questions that she had been all day, Ms Hipork couldn’t tell if it was nerves or what. But she decided she would just have to deal with whatever outcome ensued.

What ensued was a revelation. Not only did Dorothy remember every single line, but her delivery was perfect. But what was more astounding to the teacher, was the change in the girl. Gone was the shy little thing who would mouth every word at the back of the theatre, but never mixing with anyone else. Now, she was centre stage, but not hogging the limelight. She seemed just so much more self-confident, more self assured. Certainly there were more smiles. Ms Hipork relaxed some, as she could see the performance was not going to fail because they had lost their lead this late in production.

The next day, being Friday, would be their last rehearsal this week. Two weeks to go to opening night. So Ms Hipork spoke to the whole cast at the end of the rehearsal. Friday they would work through some of the more difficult scenes, but then next week would be full run throughs of each scene, each night, aiming for a full dress rehearsal by the weekend. Those characters who already had their completed outfits should wear them for rehearsals next week. If the full dress rehearsal was successful then they would not overdo the rehearsals in the final week, but rather concentrate on the last bit of polishing.

At the end of the evening several teachers and members of the cast approached Ms Hipork to comment on the huge change in Anneke, and wanted to know what the magic formula was that the teacher had used. The teacher just smiled and said that the character had been there all along, but some characters need a little bit of lighting in order to come out and blossom. But she also noticed an amount of pride, that Anneke had made such a good impression on everyone else.

Once finished, and just Ms Hipork and Anneke were left standing on the stage together, the teacher could see the tension coming out of the child, and she seemed almost to become younger again, in front of her eyes.

“That was a bit scary miss, but I think I got all my lines right. Did I get the emphasis right, as I do remember you commenting to Helen about the emphasis of certain words and phrases?”

“Oh, my Dorothy, you were simply perfect, don’t change a thing in your delivery. You are actually bringing a new dimension to the character. Helen played it like she is, as a very self-assured young lady, and you are delivering it very naturally as a more inquisitive young girl, which is probably more in keeping with what the author had originally intended. But…did you have any other…problems…?” Asked the teacher.

“No…oh…”

The girl felt under her skirt,

“I mean yes…or no…I mean it worked! I mean I did, but no one noticed…not even me! Oh you are magical!”

And the young girl hugged the teacher tightly.

“Thank you so much, Aun…Ms Hipork!”

The teacher hugged the girl back.

“Come on, let’s go home via the McDonald’s. I can’t be bothered to cook on a rehearsal night, and Clint will be hungry too by the time we get home”

“Oh, that would be wonderful! Will Un…err…your husband meet us there, at the restaurant?”

“No, we can get a drive through as, after all these years, I know what he will choose”

“A drive through? What is that Ms Hipork? We don’t have a car, so we have never done that…in fact, I have never actually been to a McDonald’s, as my mother doesn’t like them. But I have seen the adverts, and they do special boxes for children don’t they Ms Hipork?”

“Well, yes, they do have boxed meals for children…but I thought…oh never mind, would you like your very own box, and I think they come with a little toy too?”

“Oh Ms Hipork! Can I? Oh, that would be so kind of you, thank you.”

So on the way back they pulled into the McDonald’s restaurant, and Ms Hipork thought that the girls eyes were going to jump right out of her head. It was a joy to watch someone get such pleasure from a simple act.

They arrived home with hugs for Toto and Uncle Henry in that order, and then many hugs for Aunt Em, for buying the special meal for her. But the overall excitement of the whole day was quickly catching up with the girl, and Aunt Em could see she was struggling to keep awake by the end of the meal.

“Right, my leading lady, let’s have an early night for you, as today has had more than enough excitement for one day, and you have school tomorrow, followed by another rehearsal. But this weekend you will get to meet our wonderful granddaughter, and I am sure you will help me look after her won’t you?”

“Yes, of course, Aunt Em. Good night Uncle Henry, and thank you for being so nice to me.”

With that she pecked Clint on the cheek. Aunt Em sent her into the bathroom to clean her teeth, with the new toothbrush Uncle Henry had bought, and she would find something for her to sleep in. She rummaged through the nightie drawer, moving aside the silky numbers her daughter had preferred when she was 18, and eventually came across the Disney Princess nightie that had been a firm favourite when her daughter had been younger.

This was clearly the right choice for Dorothy, as she squealed with delight on being shown the colourful nightie.

“Oh it is just perfect!”

In fact it wasn’t so perfect because even this nightie was slightly too big for the little girl’s frame. But what was striking was the reaction when Aunt Em removed the wet diaper and after wiping her carefully, she gave Dorothy some Princess panties to wear. The little girl seemed almost disappointed with the choice then. But she climbed into the crinkly bed with no hesitation, and Aunt Em passed her the teddy bear which was immediately placed next to her in the bed. Finally Jenny jumped onto the foot of the bed.

“No, shoo…cats don’t sleep on human beds…”

but the cat just looked at her with no intention of moving. Dorothy piped up

“please can Toto stay with me, so I don’t get too scared sleeping in a strange house?”

Of course Aunt Em couldn’t refuse a request like that, but she planted a kiss on top of the child’s head.

“Good night my little leading lady. Toto will keep you safe, and anyway, you will always be safe here.”

“I know…and thank you for making me safe…” said the little girl as she closed her eyes.

Aunt Em smiled and got up, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar, and as she left, she heard a faint whisper,

“and I love you, Aunt Em”.

That evening Ms Hipork and Clint spent a while discussing what they should do next. It was evident the child was in an abusive home environment, which possibly included malnourishment, which would account for the small size and delayed development. Clint found it difficult to believe the little waif in the next door room was aged 18. He said she could easily pass for an 8 year old. Indeed having her running around here, in a clearly diapered state was like having a toddler, not much older than Sally, their granddaughter. But a plan was hatched.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 9, 2024 at 4:06 PM
Content: Part 5

The next morning Aunt Em brought in Dorothy’s school uniform to Dorothy’s bedroom. Dorothy was already awake and mid conversation with Jenny and her Teddy bear.

“Good morning Dorothy, I hope you slept well? Breakfast will be on the table, once you are dressed”

“Oh good morning Aunt Em, yes, I did sleep so well, and I had the best dream and do you know what was best about the dream? It was waking up and finding it wasn’t a dream! I am not dreaming, am I, Aunt Em?”

“No, my dear, you are not dreaming, you might be dreamy, but you are awake.” As she placed the uniform next to Jenny on the bed.

Dorothy took one look at the uniform and asked a question which had clearly been in her mind for a while “oh…as there is rehearsal tonight, should I put a diaper on now?”

Aunt Em thought about this surprising question for a moment, “no, I don’t think that will be necessary, as you can come and find me before the rehearsal, and I can change you then, OK?”

Dorothy looked a little disappointed with the suggestion but nodded her agreement. “But we do need to get you some new school knickers as your present ones are rather threadbare.” remarked Aunt Em.

The only issue on leaving the house was keeping Jenny out of the car. In the end Clint had to hold the frustrated cat while they left.

Once at school, the girl disappeared into the crowd of pupils running from one classroom to another. Ms Hipork, on the other hand wanted to meet with the school principal and explain the situation with the child, and the very abusive home environment. She just hoped that the principal would go along with the plan that she and Clint had come up with. They were all helped by the fact that at 18, the person concerned was no longer legally a child (even if Ms Hipork knew that the person was still very much a child, in fact, part of the previous night’s conversation was around the possibility that Anneke had never had a proper childhood, and this was an almost subconscious attempt to reclaim that state. That made sense to Ms Hipork).

Finally, soon after the final bell, there was a soft knock on her classroom door.

Ms Hipork was marking some papers, and after greeting Anneke with a smile, she suggested that Anneke could take a seat, and finish her homework, while she marked the papers, as they still had some time to go until rehearsal. Anneke meekly took a seat, and Ms Hipork went back to her marking. But when she looked up Anneke was just sat at the desk, but no homework had come out of her bag.

“Err..homework? Being the lead actress does not mean you can skip homework, and I am sure you must have been set some today.”

“Yes, Ms Hipork, we were set some equations to solve in mathematics, but I finished them in the breaks and over lunch” Anneke explained.

Ms Hipork had been a teacher long enough not to accept a weak reason like that. “Would you mind showing me your work, as I can’t believe you could have done a proper job whilst talking and playing with your friends over break?”

“Yes, of course, Ms Hipork. Here is my homework…but I didn’t talk or play with anyone at break. Mostly people just leave me alone if I stay quiet.”

Ms Hipork was shocked to see the pages of solved equations, most of them were well beyond her own mathematical capabilities. But it was the shock of learning that this girl had no friends to mix with, to talk to, that affected the teacher the most. Anneke was one of the “invisible girls” that people sometimes commented on in the common room, where some children just appear to “make up the numbers” in classes. Never questioning, never doing anything remarkable, good or bad. But the teacher was again impacted by this lonely little child again.

“OK, then shall we get you changed, ready for the rehearsal later then, Dorothy?” Asked the teacher.

“Oh, yes, please, if it is not too much trouble” replied Anneke with eyes twinkling.

Again, the change in the demeanor of the child was subtle but markedly different. A smile reappeared on a radiant face. The eyes were brighter, and the child more engaged with everything and everyone around them. Ms Hipork put it down to just paying some individual attention to the child, to which Anneke responded so well to.

Again, the rehearsal passed off with hardly an issue. Anneke was even able to whisper a couple of cues to one of her fellow actors, who obviously hadn’t mastered the script yet.

Once home, she helped in the kitchen, preparing a scratch meal, and immediately offered to clear the table and wash up behind them. Both Ms Hipork and Clint smiled at this bright ball of excitement who giggled as she was chased around the table by the faithful grey cat, as though it too was a playful puppy. The rest of the feline audience didn’t join in and viewed that sort of behaviour quite inappropriate for a cat of any age!

“I am afraid you will be sharing your bedroom tomorrow night with Sally, our granddaughter, who is coming to stay for the weekend, will that be all right with you? She is only four years old, but she is such a bright little button, I am sure you will help me look after her?” asked Ms Hipork.

“Yes, I would like to do anything to help out. I really don’t know how I could ever begin to repay you, for all that you are doing for me, so it will be a pleasure I am, sure to meet Sally. Only, I don’t really have too much experience of young children, only the ones that are at school, and they are older than four. I know a lot of people in my school year do some babysitting around the area, but I have never done anything like that. My mother didn’t like me doing that sort of thing, and she said there were always more chores that I needed to do at home.” Dorothy replied.

“Oh, I am sure you will be fine with Sally, my cats are an excellent judge of character, and I have never, ever witnessed any of my cats take to a person quite like Jenny has taken to you. I do believe she is your cat now. We will get Clint to put the old cot into the room, and then it can be like a sleepover in there, with you two girls!” explained Ms Hipork.

“Err…I have never been on a sleepover either.” admitted Dorothy, her head bowed.

“What? Never? Goodness me, you have missed out! Well, even though Sally is a lot younger than you, let’s make it a fun sleepover for the pair of you. Clint can also sort out a movie for us to watch, using his laptop, and we can make some fun food to eat.”

“Clint can find the cot, Clint can break his back lifting the cot down from the loft, Clint can catch his fingers on the legs of the cot, while he sorts it out, then Clint can set up a whole theatre, and then be subjected to some awful chick flick or something!” Clint pretended to moan, but giving Dorothy a wink as he said so.

“Oh no, Uncle Henry! I will help you! I can climb into the loft for you and help you carry the cot into the bedroom, and we can choose a movie that you will like too!” Dorothy gushed.

“Pay no attention to grumpy Uncle Henry; he actually loves being useful for all the girls in his family, and as for the movie, I am sure we can find the original “Wonderful Wizard of Oz” for us all to watch?”

With that Dorothy jumped to her feet, with Jenny leaping off her lap, and hugged both adults “oh thank you thank you, that would be so…well…wonderful! Perhaps you could ask Sally and her parents if they would like to come and watch our play?”

“Ha!” Uncle Henry began to laugh, “you are months too late with that suggestion, young lady! Your Aunt Em has given instructions to all family members that we have to attend, I fear she is stopping complete strangers in the street and inviting them to come along!”

“That is not fair, Uncle Henry, I do invite the family, but no one has to attend. Although I have a feeling that this year’s production will surpass all the others, with my special leading lady, who is bringing a whole new dynamic to the role”

Uncle Henry raised his hands in mock surrender, “you are right dear. But just what do you mean by a new dynamic to the role; that sounds interesting?”

Dorothy too was interested to hear this, and so she sat down again at the table with Jenny reclaiming her spot on her lap.

“When I was watching the rehearsal earlier, I noticed it. Helen and Anneke are quite different people in the presence that they have on the stage. Neither one is right or wrong, I hasten to say, but the way they each portray the character of Dorothy is so different. Helen is able to portray a more self-assured character, she obviously is much taller and she can dominate the stage very easily. But Anneke here is more subtle, perhaps a more inquisitive character. It is difficult to explain. But I do think that Helen played Dorothy more like the character in the book, where she is more bold and adventurous. Anneke is more like the Judy Garland version, much less forthright, and also younger. While Judy Garland was actually 16 when they filmed it, she tried to play Dorothy as a younger girl, more like the 10 or 11 intended in the book. In fact, I think poor Judy Garland had to put up with a lot on that film including being very tightly corseted to give the impression of a younger girl. I think I prefer the younger Dorothy, as there is something more of the damsel in distress. The audience will more easily empathize with a younger, more vulnerable girl being swept up by a tornado.”

This left the other two deep in thought, eventually the silence was interrupted by Dorothy, “Uncle Henry, have you seen the beautiful gingham dress that they have made for me; it is absolutely gorgeous! Please Aunt Em, can I show him the outfit?”

“No, let’s rather have a fashion show tomorrow, when Sally is here too. I am not sure how she will react learning that Dorothy will be sharing her bedroom, so we may have to deploy some tactics to win her over!”

The rest of the evening was spent chatting amiably around the table, until Aunt Em noticed Dorothy beginning to fade. So they repeated the previous evening, and again, Aunt Em noticed the slight change in behaviour once the girl was ready for bed. Maybe it was just the tiredness in the girl, but she would become much quieter and less self-assured at bedtime.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 10, 2024 at 10:06 AM
Content: What or who are SashaButters?…and where is the chokey for that matter? But i am really pleased people like my soppy stories. I don’t like diapers being used as a punishment, because they are not to me…but i like it when nice people let others become more baby-like, because they are more comfortable not trying to be an adult…

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 10, 2024 at 12:48 PM
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parktochter said:

she is an author and writes on dailydiaper ao3 etc

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Ah! OK, and here was me thinking I was the only one who wrote soppy stories where diapers are a reward and not a punishment! It is so nice to get such friendly comments, especially today as I am feeling a bit off, and have to spend the day in bed, feeling sorry for myself. But before anyone worries or offers any sympathy; I am being well looked after by a team here, and they both quite like the story too!

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 10, 2024 at 1:37 PM
Content: Part 6

The next morning was an early start as they were expecting Sally to be dropped off quite early, and Aunt Em wanted the cot in place before Sally arrived. She expected that Sally would complain about having to go back to sleeping in the cot, so she wanted it all in place, to try to avoid any situation. Dorothy again had chosen some quite infantile clothing, this time a sweet little romper suit, but she explained this would be a sensible choice as she would be helping Uncle Henry.

The cot had been found, cleaned, and set up in the bedroom with fresh sheets over the rubberized mattress, and Aunt Em had found all the linen that went with the cot. They left the sides down, but it still looked ominous with its white woodwork as well has little baby motifs painted on the wood. They had just finished when a car pulled onto the drive, tooting its horn.

Excited shrieks could be heard coming from the back seat of the car, as the two adults opened the font doors and exited the car. The woman went straight to the back door, while the man hugged Aunt Em. Dorothy hung back, behind Uncle Henry, but with Jenny in her arms for protection.

“Grandy! Grandy! Grandy!” came the hollering from the child in the back of the car, as the mother undid the straps, releasing an excited four year old as a bundle of flailing arms, legs, ponytails and toys. The bundle launched itself at Aunt Em finally landing in an uncontrolled flurry. Aunt Em collected the bundle and lifted her up hugging her close. The mother followed a few steps behind almost apologetic for the bundle invasion, but a happy, resigned smile on her face. The two women hugged, with the bundle between them, while the two men shook hands. Dorothy had fixed a warm smile on her face, but was inwardly digesting this invasion of what she had already begun to think of as her space. Finally the man saw Dorothy behind Uncle Henry.

“And who is this young lady, I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before.” The man theatrically said offering a friendly handshake.

“This is our new Dorothy, I mean she is not new, or Dorothy, or actually ours, but, yes, this is my wonderful saving Angel, Anneke, who, at the very last minute has had to step into the shoes of my lead character, and she is doing a terrific job of it. She is also staying with us, for the time being, due to, err, hmm, complicated situations. But she is a lovely girl, and has been looking forward to meeting my favourite granddaughter” explained Aunt Em.

“Oh duh! Grandy, I am your only granddaughter” announced the wriggling bundle.

“Yes, so that makes you my favourite, silly bean” retorted Aunt Em with a kiss. “Come and meet your new friend, Dorothy, I mean Anneke” putting the bundle down in front of Anneke.

The two younger girls eyed one another, “so are you Dorothy or Anneke?” asked the smaller one. Which seemed like a really good question.

“I am both!” Came the just as good reply. “My real name is Anneke, but the part I am playing in the play is called Dorothy, and Dorothy lives with Aunt Em, and Uncle Henry,” nodding at the girl’s grandparents. This caused a round of laughter from all the adults, although Aunt Em noticed how that unsettled her Dorothy.

“Do you wanna see my new doll, she is in my bag in the car?” Sally asked.

“Yes, please! We ought to bring her inside as I bet she will be feeling lonely in the car” with that the two youngest went to unpack the bags off the backseat of the car, and they carried them inside the house, with Jenny, the wannabe dog, trotting obediently behind them.

The four adults chatted for a while outside, before the mother entered the house to say goodbye to her daughter. She was greeted by the 2 small girls playing with dolls and other toys on the floor. “You don’t have to pander to Sally, Anneke, she can be a bit demanding at times.

Anneke jumped to her feet, wiping her hands on her romper, “oh no miss, Sally is no bother at all, I was just playing with all her dolls with her”

“That looks like something I once wore”, remarked Sally’s mother.

“Err, yes, I think this was yours, but Aunt Em, I mean your mother, said it would be OK if I wore it.” Explained Dorothy, feeling almost like she had been caught stealing.

“Of course it is OK! Only there must be more fashionable items to choose from, don’t let my mother dress you as a baby. She means well, but she was always trying to get me out of jeans and trying to get me to wear clothing like that. In fact I think there is a red striped pair like that, that even has snaps in the crotch, just like a baby would have! Can you believe it? Anyway don’t let Sally boss you around, she always tries to get what she wants and isn’t very good at sharing. It will be so good for her, to have you setting a good example. Mom tells me you are super polite, so I really hope some of that rubs off onto my daughter.” Then she bent down to her daughter, “now you be a good girl for Grandy and Anneke. Remember your pleases and thank yous, OK. In fact, just copy what Anneke does, because she is a good girl, OK darling, see you tomorrow afternoon.”

With that the two little ones got back to some serious playing with the dolls. Jenny was unimpressed but all that could be heard coming from the room were giggles. Eventually, they were called for lunch outside in the garden.

“OK, Aunt Em, we will be right with you, we are just going to clean our hands” Dorothy shouted back, amd she led Sally through to the bathroom. They came out holding (their just cleaned) hands to the garden table.

“Sally, you sit there, Anneke, you sit next to her. Right, who wants juice?” Aunt Em asked lifting the big jug full of juice. But there was something wrong. Sally was pouting and pointing at the table.

“That’s not fair Grandy! Why do I get the baby sippy cup but Dorothy gets a glass?”

“Well, my little one, you are the baby here and Dorothy knows how to drink out of a glass without spilling it”.

This statement caused a howl of indignation. “I am NOT a baby, Grandy, I am a big girl, and it is not fair!”

Dorothy looked on, shocked by the outburst, and she knew that Aunt Em would not give way. Immediately she was worried that this could spoil the entire mood of the day, but before the argument could start she stood up from the table, asking to be excused. Then she picked up the glass from her place and disappeared inside into the kitchen. When she had been clearing up after the meal on the previous evening, she had come across all the spare sippy cups, bottles, plastic plates and the like. She selected a sippy cup, a bright orange plastic plate and headed back outside. Sally and Gran had been shocked into silence, and were looking at Dorothy with interest, but it was Uncle Henry who broke the ice.

“Hahaha! Well done Dorothy! I think that is check mate Sally?” As he had grasped the situation before his wife or granddaughter had figured it out. Now they both had matching tableware, and this seemed to pacify Sally, but Aunt Em was not so pleased.

“You didn’t need to do that Dorothy, Sally does need to learn that she cannot have everything going her way, all the time.”

“But Grandy,” reasoned Sally, “Mommy said I have to be a good girl, and she said I have to do whatever Dorothy does.”

Aunt Em sighed, knowing she had lost this one. She removed the caps off the two sippy mugs and filled them both with juice. She handed them out once she felt the cap was secure. The two girls giggled and knocked their plastic mugs together “cheers” they said, giggling together.

Aunt Em cut up Sally’s food into manageable portions, and then had to repeat the exercise for Dorothy. She was going to refuse or at least say something, but she noticed two things. The first was the adoring gaze that Sally was using looking at Dorothy, and the joyous look that Dorothy gave her. It certainly was worth it for the quiet life. Both the adults noticed that Sally was mimicking the good table manners and the frequent please’s and thank you’s from Dorothy, so maybe this was a good idea?

The afternoon continued with the two girls playing like long lost friends. While they loved their granddaughter intensely, they also were finding that she was quite high maintenance and strong minded. But Dorothy seemed to dissipate that situation entirely. They could relax, listening to contented giggling as the two girls played sweetly together. They had confidence that Dorothy would not let the younger girl come into any harm. Often they would find themselves wracking their heads trying to keep Sally occupied, but there was no such problem on that day. They moved from playing dolls to Dorothy scratching a hopscotch court on the driveway, amd teaching their granddaughter how to play. Aunt Em, watching from inside the kitchen, as she prepared afternoon tea, noticed Dorothy ‘making’ just enough mistakes to enable the younger child win every game, but without giving it away that she was doing so.

Aunt Em called the children for afternoon tea, to be unusually greeted with an immediate response,

“Thank you, we will come just as soon as we have cleaned our hands!” As Dorothy led Sally off to the bathroom inside.

Aunt Em had already prepared exactly the same implements for the girls. Sippy cups and cut up snacks. Dorothy reminded Sally to thank her grandmother for the nice snacks, but then went on to explain what a brilliant hopscotch player Sally had turned out to be. Sally positively glowed with the praise and went on to explain how she always managed to just win in the end! Uncle Henry also understood what must have happened and gave one of his winks to Dorothy, who winked back, confirming the acting ability his wife had told him about.

“Well, I am thinking that after we have had our tea, Sally can help her Grandpa water the flower beds, and Dorothy and I can prepare her for our fashion show?” asked Aunt Em.

“But I want to dress up too!” pouted the younger girl, confirming the constant need to mimic her new friend.

Before Aunt Em could answer Dorothy herself interjected,

“Oh please, would that be possible? I am sure you can find a nice costume for Sally, after all, you told me that you have even dressed Cleopatra?”

Under such pressure, Aunt Em had to agree again. She felt these two girls were getting the better of her, which grated on her teacher’s sensibilities.

“Just as long as you are not expecting me to dress up in anything fancy,” Uncle Henry playfully grumbled, “but once we have done the watering, will you help me hang the sheet for the movie screen inside?”

With that Uncle Henry and Sally disappeared in one direction to find the garden hose, while Aunt Em, and Dorothy cleared the table and took the dirty dishes inside.

“You are a very good influence on our Sally,” complimented Aunt Em as they carried the plates inside, “but there is really no need to have to pander to her every whim, I do feel rather guilty giving you your drinks in little sippy cups.”

“Oh really it is no problem, Sally is a really nice person, and…well…it is quite nice being able to pretend to be her age…and just have fun like that. To be honest, I often see the younger girls playing hopscotch at school and I always want to join them, but I know I would just get teased for doing so.”

“Still, we do appreciate the way you are looking after Sally. But the older girls, like you, normally play some netball in the breaks?”

“Yes, they do…but they don’t like me playing with them, because they say I am too small, and clumsy.” Dorothy explained. “And they are right…but then I wish they would let me play hopscotch with the others…it just doesn’t feel very fair. But my mother always says life isn’t fair. It’s a shame really isn’t it, I mean life not being fair?”

“Well I suppose life can seem quite unfair at times, but then that should not stop us from trying to make it a little more fair, should it? We can do that this weekend, you are going out of your way to make it such a happy weekend for Sally, by acting the way you are doing, and both Uncle Henry and I appreciate it.”

“But this is not acting, Aunt Em, I am having the happiest weekend here myself.” admitted Dorothy, turning to give her a hug. “Thank you for everything you are doing and have already done for me, I…” but Dorothy’s voice faded into sobs.

“Shhh,” Aunt Em comforted the girl, wiping away the tears with the tea towel in her hands, “this doesn’t look like a happy weekend with these tears.”

“They are happy tears,” explained Dorothy hugging the older woman tightly.

“Come on Dorothy, this isn’t getting you into your costume.”

“But, we have to choose a costume for Sally first, Aunt Em” Dorothy explained.

“There you go, always putting others ahead of you, doing your best to make the world a fairer place…OK, OK, let’s see what there is in a size to fit Sally.”

They rummaged through the wardrobes and chests full of cast off clothing. They eventually settled upon a pretty party dress, full of sequins, which may have been quite the style several decades ago, but now appeared rather over the top for a young girl.

“This can be a Princess dress, it is perfect.” Commented Dorothy.

“You have given me an idea!” Exclaimed Aunt Em scurrying off to another drawer, and pulling out a tiara. Then explaining, on seeing the shocked face on Dorothy,

“oh don’t worry, it is not real! It is just a cheap bit of plastic really, but I saw it in a shop many years ago, and I am always buying things like this to use for future plays.”

“Oh, it is beautiful, and Sally will make the perfect Princess.” stated Dorothy.

Dorothy’s own transformation started with redoing her hair into two long pigtails, which Aunt Em finished off with blue gingham bows to match the dress. As she was plaiting her hair, Aunt Em asked,

“Perhaps we should colour your hair to match Judy Garland’s own red hair, would you be willing to do that?”

“Of course, Aunt Em, I would do anything to make me look better in the part!”

Once the hair was done, Dorothy quickly stripped to put her costume on.

“There is no need to take everything off, Dorothy! You could have left your panties on!” exclaimed Aunt Em.

“But,…we agreed, didn’t we… that I would wear diapers under the costume?” Dorothy explained.

“We did, but there is no need to do that now; you don’t need the diapers if you are only performing in front of us, will you?”

“No…but…don’t we want to check the costume, isn’t that half the idea? And you did say that Dorothy would have worn the cloth diapers and rubber panties in her day. So can we see if they will work with the rest of the costume?” Dorothy implored. Aunt Em found this response rather odd, and was going to object, but then remembered their earlier conversation about making the weekend happy, and it would appear that wearing cloth diapers and rubber panties is what Dorothy wanted. And, she supposed, they ought to check that they would not spoil the look.

“It has been many years since I have had to put cloth diapers on anyone. Right, let me go and get them.”

When she returned she instructed Dorothy to lie down on the folded Terry cloth diaper. She pulled it up between the child’s legs and then carefully fastened each side with colourful safety pins, finally checking the end result was tight enough around her waist and legs. Dorothy just remained very quiet, but with a small smile appearing on her face. Aunt Em, she pulled the pvc panties up the girl’s legs.

“I really don’t know why we called these rubber panties, as they are not rubber at all, but plastic.” remarked Aunt Em, “I hope they are not too tight around your legs, do they feel OK?”

Dorothy reached down and crinkled the plastic between her fingers, “they feel…nice…different…but nice…” she said quietly, still listening to the sound of the plastic.

“Right now stand up and you will need to wear this little petticoat, to try to cover the noise, but also to make sure the dress falls right.” helping a cotton petticoat onto the girl. Next came the blouse with the correct round collar, and buttoned at the back, followed by the gingham blue pinafore dress. On her feet she wore simple white frilly socks, and the T bar sandals.

“But these ought to be red glittery shoes” pointed out Dorothy.

“Actually, in the original book they are silver…and yes, we ought to see what we can do about that before the performance.” corrected the teacher. “now stand up, I need to see how it all works together…oh my word…”. Aunt Em clasped her hand to her mouth.

“What is wrong?” Asked a worried Dorothy.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing is wrong…spin around for me…oh my word…you look fabulous, just gorgeous. Perfect.”

Dorothy ran her hands down the dress, over the bulge of the cloth diaper. She could still hear a faint rustle as she moved, but it felt just right too.

To complete the look, unknowingly, Jenny chose that moment to jump up into Dorothy’s arms. Aunt Em exclaimed that Dorothy should not move a muscle and ran to the kitchen to fetch a wicker basket.

“There…! Dorothy, is here!”




K

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 11, 2024 at 6:05 AM
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LilJenJen said:

Awesome, amazing, encore! So cute, I love this story, it feels very relatable to me... To me diapers are a way to feel safe again, never a punishment. Being little, reclaiming a lost childhood and healing from past abuse, all that is perfectly composed in this story...

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You and me both JenJen; i am so pleased you like it.

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Author: babyann
Timestamp: May 11, 2024 at 10:38 PM
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kerry said:

SashaButters' story is an excellent fanfic based on Roald Dahl's "Matilda."

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Oh, i love Matilda, i love Roald Dahl…so i guess i will like SashaButters’ stories…