✅ The Baby Makers

Another Step

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"Okay baby, how about we get you changed into some clean clothes?" Phil asked. Stacie blushed a little and looked down at herself. It was easy to see the damp patch that stretched down her leggings, covering the inside of her legs. Her clothes were soaked with pee, clinging to her legs, and anyone who saw her would know what had happened. She knew that she was turning into a baby now, and it wasn't her fault. But that didn't make it any less embarrassing. She knew that Phil said it was cute, and that he'd told her to stop holding it, but that didn't make it any easier either. Now she just wanted to get changed as soon as possible, into clothes that wouldn't make it so easy to see.

As soon as Phil opened the door she ran towards him again. The world had stopped growing now, and everything was staying in its place, so she didn't think she needed to stand still anymore. But before she got to the doorway, she was having second thoughts. Her foot shot forward like it was on the end of a rubber band, and she didn't know if she put it down in the right place or not. She couldn't tell if her feet were still under her, and she felt like she was about to fall down. She could keep on holding the edge of the table, but then she would just fall backwards and sit down in a puddle. She didn't have time to think, so she just threw herself forward and hoped that her feet would be somewhere like the right place by the time the next step arrived.

She was stumbling, and her legs didn't move where she wanted them to, but at least she was moving. Her journey to the edge of the art room was one little catastrophe after another, putting off her inevitable fall for one moment after another. She never knew it could be so hard to walk, but somehow her rubber legs always seemed to catch her, just well enough to push her a little step further forward. And then before she fell, Phil was there to catch her arms. With his strong hands on her shoulders, and her feet spreading out beneath her when she put them down a little too far apart, she could finally come to a stop. Her legs were trailing on the floor like a rag doll now, but she had got to Phil and she hadn't fallen. That was a big thing in itself, maybe even the farthest she'd ever walked.

"I did it!" she said, and giggled again. "I walked!"

"I know you did. Good girl. Now, do you think you can keep on walking? Or will it be easier to crawl now?"

"I can walk!" she said proudly. "Big girl!"

"Go on then," Phil beamed. "I'll show you the way. And I'll be here to catch you if you have trouble. I'm sure you can do it."

It wasn't at all easy. Phil took a step back, and then stood at arm's length. Stacie held onto his fingers tightly, and threw one of her feet forward. It had to land somewhere in front of her, and then she would be able to step onto it. Sometimes it took her more than one try, but as long as she had a grown-up to hold her hand, she knew that it didn't matter if she did it wrong. She could wave her foot around until it hit the floor, and use Phil's hand to keep her up until then.

By the time they got a few steps from the art room door, she was feeling really proud of every little step, even if Phil was almost carrying her. Sometimes she did more than one step at a time, holding onto the wall while Phil stepped back and then catapulting herself across the hallway until she could get a grip on the other side. And step by step, she moved after him.

"Good girl!" Phil cheered when she finally reached the door at the end of the hallway. She didn't know how far they had come, but it seemed like a marathon. She held onto the wall for a few seconds, glad for a wooden rail she could put her hands on, and then looked down to her feet. They were still wobbly, and she didn't know how to make them do what she wanted, but she knew she had won. She had walked all the way here by herself, and she could be proud of it now. She didn't need to fight them anymore. Her feet slid apart on the tiles, and her knees pressed together as she slowly sank down to the ground. She didn't mind now if she fell down, she was happy that she had got so far.

Then the door behind Phil slid open. It looked just like all the others in this place, but it slid instead of swinging, and the room on the other side was just a little white box. Phil beckoned her inside, and she decided that for now it would be easier to crawl. She had already walked like a big girl, and she didn't need to keep on proving herself at every step. And crawling gave her plenty of time to look around, while she was waiting for her hands and feet to go where she wanted them. They still didn't do it quite right, but she wasn't going to fall down when she had both hands on the ground, so it was less scary.

She wasn't even scared when the door started closing behind her. She pulled her toes in, to make sure the door didn't bite her like some kind of monster, and then gave a little giggle at her own silliness. This was a lot of fun, not needing to think so much. She rolled over a little bit and then found herself sitting in the corner. She was sure this wasn't a changing room, unless all the diapers were in hiding. But when she looked up at a square of tiles with flights behind on the ceiling, and a little rectangular panel that Phil was pushing, she could almost remember the word 'elevator'. Stacie smiled with pride, knowing that she'd solved one little mystery. And she wasn't so surprised when the floor shook just a little bit, and she felt like they were starting to move.

"Go up!" she laughed, and pointed at the ceiling.

"Yes," Phil answered with the same smile as always. "We're going up. You're such a clever girl, aren't you?"

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