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Nancy, Miss Holmes, was well into her fifties. She did like working with children. Still she always felt something was missing in her life.
Nancy had been expected to be a real `high flyer'. She knew there was something different about herself. It had scared her, Do not believe what you have heard about the `permissive 60s'. Telling ANYONE in 1964 or 1965 that you were a dyke would have been a disaster for an intending `career girl'.
Instead Nancy had assumed her very strong attractions were an illness. She had thought to cure it. Actually for all his `bad boy' image and his motor cycle Patrick could have been a loving husband. If there was a man with whom she could have managed suppressing her deepest self- it was Patrick.
Nancy, wrongly, got the impression that all the girls at her college were `doing it' with men. It would have been the most natural thing in the World for a `normal' girl in that climate to have sex with Patrick. Nancy was trying to be such a girl.
She liked that Patrick seemed to like `it'. They were not careful.
Despite what people might have said Patrick would have `done the decent thing'- have married Nancy, It would not have been a perfect life for either of them but it might have been tolerable.
But there was a part of Patrick which needed to show how brave, and perhaps how bad he was. Maybe he was pretending with Nancy as much as she was with him. He died like the hero in some morbid song- his skull smashed in a 120 mph motor cycle crash.
Nancy's pregnancy might have been the best thing that could have happened. She did fancy women far more than men, but she also liked kids, and wanted one of her own.
Her parents were not understanding, Her college was not understanding. She lost her place. She lost her good name. She was viciously bullied into letting her beautiful daughter be given up for adoption.
Now instead of a well paid high flyer she was `a nobody'. She was library assistant at a high school library. And it was worse than that. Her hours and her pay were halved, Nancy would have to give up her lovely flat because the rent was too high. She started looking with very little enthusiasm for flat shares.
Sophie WAS a HIGH FLYER. Her `parents' had pushed and pushed her from day one. She was, her parents proudly told her, the youngest kid in her small American town to be weaned off milk onto solids. She was said to have been out of diapers at 15 months.
There is no doubt that Sophie always had great intellectual potential, She would have probably succeeded in whatever she planned to do. But in her case there was another factor, Both her parents had planned great things for`their' `son'. The `son' being a `daughter' was a disappointment but they encouraged her just the same.
Her `mom' was 45. Actually her biological mother was 17. However For the first 20 years of her life she called her true mother her sister and her uncle her brother.
Sophie's (grand) parents had `hothoused' her and pushed her at school and at home. She was literate at 4. She was only ever given `educational' toys. Her neighbours had the sense that they did not really want Sophie to be a child at all.
Sophie had rather envied the neighbour children. She heard her own family saying that it was unhealthy to `baby' kids.
Sophie did very well at high school. Her parents were delighted that she did not seem to go through a `boy crazy' phase. There was of course a reason for that. Sophie did not at first understand that.
Looking for a room, Looking for a lodger
Sophie found a job in England. She was working for an international charity. She earned much less than she could have if she had gone into the private or governmental sector.
Sophie was a home owner. She had bought a lovely house. She had spare rooms for when her parents visited from America. She could hope to find somebody else some time. When she bought the place she knew she could easily afford to make the repayments.
Unfortunately the mortgage interest was pushed up. Then it went up again. Then some more. Sophie would struggle. She advertised for a lodger.
Nancy with her money and hours cut looked at adverts for rooms. She knew she would be leaving her own flat in the next month. She saw the advert.
Sophie liked Nancy from the moment she knocked on the door. She was sure that this would be the ideal tenant. Sophie saw a maternal element in the 55 year old lady.
Sophie needed the rent money from Nancy. Nancy liked living in such a lovely home, much better than the flat she had before.
Nancy was also the kind of person who liked to have a tidy home. Sophie also quite liked that idea but she found herself working very long hours. It was lovely.
Sophie and Nancy both had `other' needs. Sophie put an advert into a newspaper for a girl friend. She had mentioned that she wanted an older woman.
Nancy saw the advert. She kind of knew where her natural love would go. She replied to the box number, not knowing who it was. By letter the two women agreed where to meet.
It was a lovely cafe in some gardens. The two `strangers' met. They were both embarrassed. Nancy was expecting her new girlfriend. Sophie was expecting to meet her woman friend. Neither really wanted the other to know that they had put in or answered an advert.
Each walked away from the cafe and then came back. Each looked for the person they were due to meet. After nearly an hour they realized they were due to meet each other.
They then spent twenty minutes giggling.
"Perhaps you could come to my place?"
The two women went home. They talked some more. Each seemed to be the kind of girl the other was looking for. They went into Sophie's large tastefully decorated bedroom.
Neither was particularly experienced. Both were nervous. Sophie's favourite love game was sucking on Nancy's breasts, which were still ample despite her years. Better still Nancy's favourite game was having `little Sophie' at her bosom. Nancy was four inches taller than her `landlady'. She was also considerably more `cuddly' than Sophie.
In the Park
The next Saturday Sophie and Nancy went together to the same local park. While they were sitting on the park bench on a hot lovely April day they saw a mom with her baby. The kid was nearly two. She was wearing a pretty dress. It was obvious that this child was the centre of her mother's world. The mother carefully put little Amy into a special swing for toddlers and pushed her gently for ages.
Then the mom carefully helped the child to use the slide. The mother was not going to take any risks with her kid.
Nancy went over and congratulated the mother on how beautiful Amy looked. The mom asked Nancy:
"Do you have any kids?"
Nancy burst into tears.
Sophie took Nancy home. She told her story. She explained her attempts to be `normal'. She talked about how good it indeed felt to have been expecting and how devastating it was when first Patrick died and then she was maked out of college. The so called `mother an baby home' was like a sadistic prison camp, she scrubbed floors a month before the baby was born. Then she had to give her away.
Sophie told her story. She said how much she envied little Amy who was being allowed to be a baby rather than maked to grow up so quickly.
Nancy said how much she envied the mother. Sophie was a bit worried about where this conversation was going.
"In about ten years I might consider finding a sperm donor. And you would be LOVELY step mom or Grandma but I enjoy the work I do and its important.
"I love you as a lover but I really do not want you to think of co-parenting."
Nancy had not thought that far ahead. It was a disappointment for her to hear the idea and then lose it. She even wondered whether she might herself look for another lady love who would have babies on her agenda. But in fact she knew she was falling in love with `little Sophie'.
The Next Weekend
Nancy had expected her lover home by six that Friday. She did not get there until 8. Still Nancy's preparations were ready.
"Darling I've got a surprise for you."
"What's the surprise?"
"First you've got to close your eyes and sit down."
Sophie complied with older woman's wishes. She felt Nancy's hand gently and lovingly doing something around her neck.
"Keep your eyes closed."
Instructed Nancy. Sophie heard the older woman go away. She heard her come back. Something smelt lovely.
"Can I open my eyes."
Sophie was finding it hard to hold her eyes closed. She loved and trusted her lover but this was weird.
"In a moment, Sophie. But first open your mouth."
"Now open your eyes."
Sophie was relieved and obeyed. She saw the spoon approaching her mouth. Nancy gave Sophie a spoon full of rice pudding. It was sweet and was also flavored with nutmeg. It tasted wonderful.
Then Sophie looked in the mirror. She could see she was wearing a bib marked `baby Sophie'.
"I've got another present for little Sophie. I bet she doesn't feel comfortable in that business trouser suit."
Nancy had been very busy with her needle and thread. She offered Sophie a pink and white dress. It was in Sophie's size but in every other respect it was identical to the one they had seen on Amy the previous weekend.
"Pwetty pwease can lickle Sophie have der pwetty dwess?"
"Of course honeybunch. But please lets finish our rice."
Sophie did love the way Nancy made rice pudding. She had enjoyed it before when she had take a turn to cook a regular meal. It was even better when it was spoon fed with such love.
After she had finished eating the rice Sophie, the relatively rich home owner let her definitely poor lodger take over. The older woman gently undressed the younger one. It was almost what she had done for her little baby for that month more than thirty years earlier. Nancy enjoyed it.
The dress Nancy had made fitted Sophie perfectly. Of course Sophie was in lots of ways not exactly the same as Amy (although she was not particularly well endowed in her breasts). Nancy had no idea of wear to buy shoes that would be in right style but fit Sophie. Instead she had knitted booties.
Nancy of course would not have minded that Sophie's bush would be on display. But that would make her look unbaby like. So Nancy stenciled cartoon characters onto a rather frilly pair of panties.
Once Sophie was properly dressed Nancy sat on the sofa. She opened her blouse. She held `baby' first to one breast and then to the other until midnight. Although she also gave Sophie a baby bottle of actual milk. She had even bought proper baby formula.
By then it was natural for the two women to sleep in the same bed. Nancy's other present to Sophie was a `baby doll' nightie.
"Baba ought to wear footy jammies"
Remarked Sophie. That was something else for Nancy to sew. After all the school only employed her now for 18 hours a week and during the week Sophie was so busy at her office.
England's weather is variable. The next day it was very cold. This had some advantages for the couple.
Sophie did own a warm and very long coat. She was able to go out with her lover wearing her very short childish dress under the coat. Nobody would know.
Nancy took her to a toy shop and they bought some soft toys- a panda and a monkey as well as a drink and wet dolly.
"Who are they for."
Asked the lady at the cash desk, no doubt expecting to be told of Nancy's niece or grandchild.
"They are for me."
Sophie replied smiling. The lady was not that surprised at the panda being bought for an adult woman. She just assumed that when she said the doll was for her it was either a joke or some kind of demonstration model.
Cuddling a soft toy was not as wonderful and cuddling Nancy but Sophie did enjoy it. And Nancy was busy being `Mommy' which meant she had to prepare meals and things like that.
That night Nancy insisted on bathing baby. On the Friday they had showered. This time Nancy undressed the younger woman and physically washed her from head to tow. She concentrated particularly hard on what would be called `the diaper area' on a real baby.
On Sunday the two women continued playing mummy and baby. Sophie noticed that Nancy sort of missed her part in the gamed and played with the dolly- frequently both feeding and changing the plastic pretend baby.
On Monday both Nancy and Sophie had to go back to work. They did not have the energy for much playing but the time then got back home. They agreed to resume the game the following weekend.
Both had been busy trying to make the game more realistic. Nancy had managed to buy a very big potty. It had felt odd for `baby' to go to the bathroom on her own.
Sophie had gone further. She had bought some disposable diapers for adults. It had been tricky. Most `incontinence pads' she had seen had been designed to be as unlike nappies as possible. Still she found some. She explained it was for a `fancy dress'.
"I bet your boy friend loves being in nappies."
Mistakenly commented the shopkeeper.
That weekend was as much fun as the previous one. Sophie did not wet or mess her disposable nappies. However Nancy insisted that she no longer be allowed to go to the bathroom but have to ask for the potty.
On Sunday night Sophie had woken up desperate for the bathroom. She thought her lover was asleep. She crept out. When she got back into the bedroom Nancy was sitting up awake.
"Baby Sophie been naughty. She's too little to go to the bathroom on her own. Sophie needs to be spanked on her botty."
Sophie lay across her lover's knees. She allowed herself to be spanked. It stung a little but mostly it was wonderful.
A PROPER FEED
Nancy had always loved kids. She had known Rose for 7 years. Rose was then 18. Rose was a very clever young woman who enjoyed school work. Rose's mother had lost her father to a car crash. Rose had helped bring up her younger brothers.
Rose had made a mistake. It was in some ways the same mistake Nancy had made more than 30 years earlier. You could say that Edmund was Rose's mistake. But he was far too charming a 3 month old to seem like a mistake.
Edmund's father was also Edmund. Edmund senior though very young would have been willing to help bring up his son. Sadly Edmund senior's parents were `old fashioned' in all the worst ways. Understandably they were angry their son had fathered a child. Rose's mom was not exactly delighted either. Edmund's paternal grandparents maked his father to separate from his mother. Nancy was shocked when she worked out the reason. Edmund was white. Rose's parents were from Trinidad.
Rose had not given up on her studies. It was very hard to fit that in with caring for little Edmund. Somehow she was managing.
Now that Friday there was a trip which was very important for Rose's studies. She did not really think she could take little Edmund all that way. Her mother could not take the time off.
Nancy over heard the conversation.
"If you would trust me I would love to look after Edmund."
Rose went over to hug the aging library worker. Nancy would be off work that Friday anyway.
There was a surprise for Nancy. She had thought she would have to spend lots of time sorting out baby formula. She was a little alarmed when mother and baby son arrived.
"Baby loves his breakfast."
Rose said as Edmund greedily satisfied his needs at her boobies. Nancy was worried:
"How can I feed little Edmund? I don't think that he'll be happy with formula."
Rose smiled broadly.
"You can give Edmund some of my milk."
Rose had expressed her spare milk. It was frozen. It could be defrosted in time for when Edmund was ready for it.
Nancy certainly enjoyed her day looking after a real baby. She took him out to that same park, although of course he was too young to go on the slide or swing or really to join in feeding the ducks.
Nancy knew that she only had this baby for a few hours. Plus of course he could not be `her' baby. The baby she had given away- or rather had been stolen by sanctimonious so call christians- had been a little girl.
Rose had given Edmund a particularly big feed before she left. Edmund had a long sleep that afternoon. When Rose came to Nancy's home he was still asleep. The two women talked. Nancy told Rose about her experience:
"I suppose you envy me. I made the same mistake and do not seem to have paid the price."
Nancy did not agree.
"I do sort of envy girls who have it all. But that's not you. Other girls get to spend all their time partying. In twenty years time, when they want a baby as a fashion accessory, they will be able to pay the nanny, or under pay the au pair to go with the kid."
When Edmund woke up Rose of course fed him. Rose envied her for being able to so personally give this child the nourishment. Even for that one month she had her daughter Nancy had not been allowed to feed her own little girl.
Nancy phoned Rose shortly after she went home. She said that there were some feeds spare. Rose explained that once a feed had been defrosted it could not be safely refrozen. The feeds would be okay for that evening but it would be much better for Edmund to be given REALLY fresh milk. Nancy would give the bottles back to Rose some time the next week.
Nancy would not have dreamt of telling Rose what she was going to do with the milk. She would certainly not be throwing it away.
Nancy did try a little of the mother's milk herself. It tasted pleasant enough.
That evening Sophie spent even more time than usual at Nancy's breasts that evening. However when she was not pretending to suck her lover's milk she was really drinking Rose's.
Perhaps there was nothing special about the flavor and the texture of the real baby milk Sophie was fed. Perhaps there was something special.
But the way it felt was magic. It was Rose's way of loving Edmund. Nancy had shown how much she loved her students by giving her unpaid day off to care for Edmund. And of course it was Nancy's way of showing how much she loved her lover.
It even felt special when Sophie felt something.
"Me want potty."
Although Sophie had `submitted' to the ritual of being put on a child's potty many times before this time it felt different as she filled it.
Nancy then cleaned her, almost as if it were a diaper change. Then Nancy re-taped the diaper tapes.
Different people have different views as to whether it is good for a baby to sleep with its mom. Nancy never had any doubt that she wanted her `baby' in her bed.
There were other occasions when Nancy looked after Edmund. Often there was some of Rose's milk spare. Nancy had confessed to quite liking it when there was some spare.
"I wonder what Edmund's daddy would think of mother's milk?"
Nancy smiled. She wondered too. She could not say what her lover thought of it.
Nancy did not mind putting Sophie into disposable nappies. Yet she was brought up in a different generation. To her babies wore nappies. And to Nancy nappies were square bits of terry cloth firmly fastened with nappy pins.
Nancy had also heard about ecological arguments. She thought that disposable nappies were bad for the environment.
Nancy bought three dozen old fashioned terry nappies- or cloth diapers as Sophie would say. She left 16 as they were. She cut 16 into half. She cut 4 into quarters. Then she got very busy with her needled and cotton thread. She eventually had 16 old fashioned baby napkins which would be in the right size for Sophie, who was quite small.
Nancy had some other plans for that next weekend. She would not tell Sophie until she had to.
As she had for many weeks Sophie allowed Nancy to put her into the very babyish dress. She was slightly surprised that she did not start by taping the diapers.
"I've got some very special napkins for my baby."
Sophie was nervous.
"Please be careful not to stick me with a pin."
"Mummy be very careful. And baby use baby talk."
Nancy then stuck an oversized dummy or pacifier that she had bought in a fancy dress shop into her lover's mouth.
Nancy then very gently powdered Sophie's ass. Some of the powder got on the pretty dress but that did not matter. She took her time being very careful with how she folded the diapers into a kite shape.
Sophie was rather surprised that Nancy insisted on pinning two diapers around her. She also thought the plastic panties were taking things a little far.
On the other hand Sophie looked at a mirror and saw the plumpness on her butt. She felt the bulk between her legs and down there. She felt a bit more like a real baby.
Sophie kind of noticed that her `mother' was giving her lots of feeds. It did seem early when Nancy took Sophie to bed. It was strange to find a rubber sheet on the bed.
Just after ten that evening Sophie took out her huge pacifier and said:
"Sophie need potty."
She was in for a huge surprise. Nancy replied.
"Sophie has nap naps. Sophie doesn't need potty."
Sophie started getting up to go to the bathroom. Nancy held her in a firm cuddle. Sophie was younger and probably stronger. She could certainly have got away. Instead she stopped struggling.
It took much longer for Sophie to stop struggling with other muscles. She had not wet herself for a VERY long time and it was hard to let go.
It was after midnight when Sophie finally gave up the struggle. Going to the bathroom can also be called relieving oneself. And letting go was certainly a relief. It even felt quite nice to feel the wet warmness. After a few minutes Sophie had finished. She knew she needed her dydees changed. But Nancy was asleep. Sophie was also very tired.
Sophie woke up still in Nancy's arms. She could feel her bulky cloth diapers. They were waterlogged and they were cold. Not only that but also but also she again very badly needed to go to the bathroom. Sophie started pulling away from her older lover's arms.
"What's the matter honeybunch?"
Sophie had not realized that Nancy was awake.
"Me want potty!"
She said giggling. Nancy was not having any of this.
"Sophie's too lickle to tinkle in the potty. I wonder how our napkins are now."
Sophie got into the act.
"Sophie vewy wet. Sophie not want to mess `jammies."
Nancy eased her lover out of bed.
"Lets get ready to change baby."
Nancy announced. She then put a couple of plastic covered crib mattresses on top of the plastic sheet on their bed.
"This will be a lovely place for nappy time."
Sophie got onto the `changing mat'. She could see herself in the mirror. Her pink footed pajamas looked cute. They had a white rabbit sewn to front. It was very visible that she had bulky baby diapers under the pajamas.
Nancy rolled her lover onto her side. She carefully unzipped the back of Sophie's babyish night wear. She eased it off `the child'. She and Sophie both looked at Sophie's diapers. It was very clear through the plastic panties that the diapers were very wet indeed.
"Come on - little Miss waterworks-"
Nancy cajoled as she pulled down the plastic panties. Then she pulled them over Sophie's ankles and put them in a bowl of warm water.
"We're very wet aren't we?"
Nancy commented as she skillfully unpinned the bulky diapers. Then she picked them up between her finger and thumb. Sophie could see the heavy wetness as Nancy dropped her nappies into the diaper pail.
Then Nancy lovingly washed around Sophie's special area with damp cotton wool. Sophie's pubic hair was very waterlogged.
"Baba's not supposed to have so much hair. We'll change that at bath-time."
Sophie nodded in agreement. Even before they had started this particular game she had wondered about that.
"Time for baby's clean nap naps."
Sophie lifted her ass. Nancy pushed the diapers that she had already folded. Then she pinned them in place. Sophie was feeling really desperate to get to the bathroom.
The clear plastic panties went over the young woman's feet. Nancy pulled them up. Again Sophie lifted her butt up so that the panties could cover the diapers. Nancy carefully checked to make sure that no nappy was outside the panties. She then picked up the `jamies.
Nancy saw Sophie's face. Then she looked lower down.
"Baby NEEDS nappies doesn't she."
Sophie nodded as she felt a great relief and relieved herself into the bulky diapers. Nancy continued:
"I think baba can wear her jamies 'till after breakfast then it will be bath-time."
Sophie was not at all sure that the footed pajamas did not seem even more babyish than the diapers. She knew of her grandmother needing diapers at 77. She thought that she would probably have resented such childish night wear.
Nancy prepared their drinks. Two bottles of baby formula for Sophie. A large mug of coffee for herself. She put eggs on to boil and spread butter and marmite onto the bread. Then she cut the bread into thin strips she called `soldiers'.
Before she gave Sophie her baby bottles Nancy put the bib round her to protect the outside of her pajamas. She felt fairly confident that the nappies and plastic panties were protecting the inside.
When the eggs were ready Nancy took them into the next room. She sliced off the top of the first egg. She dipped the `soldier' into the egg and fed her `baby'. Then she dipped the next `soldier' into the same egg and ate it. This continued until all the yolk was used. Then she spoon fed the white of the egg to her lover.
The soldiers and the yolk of the next egg were shared in the same way but this time Nancy fed herself the white. The two lovers shared four eggs.
Nancy noticed egg stains on her nightie.
"Maybe Nanny Nancy needs a bib too."
This thought pleased both women.
On Nancy's instructions Sophie crawled to the bathroom. It was possible for the young woman to crawl up the stairs. It would have been harder for her to crawl downstairs.
Nancy started running the bath. Then she saw to changing the baby. Off came the pink footed pajamas with the rabbit. Off came the plastic panties. Off came the very wet nappies.
Then Nancy again washed that special area. She gave it some other attention. The pubic bush was very carefully, but very considerably pruned.
When Sophie had bought the home she chose to have a bathroom with a big bath. She had indeed thought of sharing a bath with a lover.
In the past Sophie and Nancy had shared the bath as lovers. They had tickled each other and washed each other.
On this occasion it was different. Nancy was not being a lover- she was being a nanny or mommy. Sophie was not being a lover, she was being baby.
Therefore Sophie allowed the older woman to take total charge. She enjoyed it when Nancy carefully washed her from head to foot. She liked having her hair washed. She enjoyed all the washing of the rest of her body. It was specially nice when Nancy tickled as she washed, which happened quite often.
Nancy then washed herself. She gave `baby' a plastic duck to play with. Sophie was getting into the spirit of the thing. However after an hour or so the bath water was starting to get a little cold. It was time to get out.
Nancy dried Sophie before she dried herself. She remained naked whilst she got `her child' into nappies and plastic panties.
Sophie crawled into the bedroom. Nancy dressed herself. Then she dressed Sophie. Sophie was put into childish sandals and white ankle socks. Her dress was green corderory. It was styled for a toddler but sized for Sophie.
Sophie's now very clean hair was arranged into childish pig tails with ribbons.
"Sophie's too little to walk down the stairs. She could go down one step at a time on her bottom. It won't hurt- she's got lots of padding."
Nancy's last comment amused her more than it did Sophie. However `the child' obeyed.
Nancy had really liked a television show for kids called `Ivor the Engine". It had been made when she was a child but was now available on video. She decided that she could watch this with her toddler.
The video had just started when Sophie said:
"I really want the potty."
Nancy gagged Sophie with the huge pacifier. She then taped it in place.
Sophie was very worried. She needed the bathroom but not because she was going to tinkle. She felt very embarrassed about this and had not wanted to explain it directly to her `nanny'. Still she supposed she could wait until Nancy wanted to give her a feed. The video can not last all that long.
Nancy had managed to get a video that lasted two hours. Time went very slowly for Sophie. She was trying desperately to control her muscles.
Near the end of the show she failed. Nancy heard Sophie start to cry. Then she smelt what had happened.
"This is taking it too far. You can clean yourself. Then you can take a cold shower then we'll think about your punishment."
Sophie untaped the dummy. She tried to explain.
"I didn't know what to do. I mean what did you expect..."
Nancy felt a bit guilty but she liked being in control.
"I should have thought it was obvious. But in case you have any doubts I do not want to deal with DIRTY nappies. Baba is to say:
`Me need potty to go poo.'"
As she dealt with her horrible dirty diapers and took a cold shower Sophie reflected on her situation. She was the person who should be in control. She was the better educated. She was the landlady Nancy was the lodger. She was the richer. She had no need to submit to `punishment'.
But Sophie knew something else. She quite liked pleasing Nancy. And there was another thing. In her work she was in control. She needed to be and it was important work. But still she felt very stressed. It was good sometimes NOT to be in control.
Nancy was waiting for Sophie outside the bathroom as she emerged naked. `The child' was led into the bedroom. She allowed herself again to be diapered.
"Sophie's been a naughty little girl. She can't wear a pretty dress anymore."
Sophie allowed her caretaker to dress her in a rather drab grey dress. It went down to her knees. The skirt was fairly full. It easily accommodated her bulky diapers.
For lunch Nancy fed quite a number of baby bottles of formula to Sophie. Sophie guessed that Nancy was trying to make sure that she would wet the diapers. She did not know why.
"We're going out to the park."
Announced Sophie. Nancy was surprised. Still she obeyed.
As luck would have it in the park they met Amy and her mother Alice and also Edmund and his mom Rosemary. Amy's disposable diaper was visible under her dress. Edmund's also crept out from under his pants. Nancy commented on this
"I know it probably sounds like a lot of work but old fashioned nappies are best. You see it will take you forever to potty train those two. They will not even know when they have wet themselves."
Alice was a little annoyed:
"And I suppose you would know."
Nancy remembered the so called mother and baby home.
"Well I remember hand washing dirty nappies. It was not nice but nowadays..."
Rose joined the conversation.
"I know that terry nappies are best for the environment. But really looking after Edmund on my own and doing my studies are both full time."
Nancy then addressed her baby. The other women did not know about Sophie's particular underwear.
"Well what do YOU think. Could a baby not notice being wet in a disposable. Could a baby not notice wet terry nappies?"
Nancy looked Sophie in the face. She realized that at that very moment Sophie was using her napkins.
"Oh I think that a baby in cloth diapers will know when she has wet herself. I am sure that helps toilet training. My Mom said I was out of diapers at 18 months- but you know that Moms boast."
They sat on a park bench. Nancy managed to get Alice and Rose to talk about aspects of baby care for over an hour. Every so often she maked Sophie into the conversation.
Sophie was terrified that somehow either one of the other women would guess about her underwear or that she might actually accidentally show off her diapers. She could see that Nancy was enjoying the situation. Talk about NOT being in control.
Sophie was very relieved when the two other mothers left. Nancy very pointedly patted her butt and remarked
"I think its time to go home. I think someone needs clean nappies."
It was out of earshot of anyone else but it was a very public place. Sophie felt very worried.
Then too Sophie found it hard to walk normally with all that bulk. But she did her very best. She did not want anyone guessing.
During her next nappy change Nancy remarked:
"From now on baby is going to be better behaved."
Sophie nodded. She was conceding control.
Life during the Week
From the time Sophie left for work on a Monday until the Friday evening she had a very different relationship with Nancy. It was rather conventionally suburban.
"We're a typical suburban lesbian couple. All we're missing is 2.2 cats."
Sophie had remarked to some work colleagues she was entertaining. A good thing about her employment was that she could be `out' at work. Or at least she could be out about Nancy being her lover. She was NOT about to share the way she spent her weekend.
When Sophie was being a baby there was, or course, no sex as such. On other nights the two women enjoyed each other's bodies. Sophie tended to take charge. Indeed with a dildo she did quite a good impresion of Patrick- as far as Nancy could remember. Nancy was very happy to take her turn of NOT being in control.
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