✅ The Baby Makers

Choice of Colours

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When the elevator doors opened, it took a few moments for Phil to get Stacie to her feet again, but she didn't mind. She was feeling so giddy, it didn't even matter that it took her a couple of attempts to put her feet on the floor right so that she could stand. And when she took another step forward, she could feel so proud of not falling. She was turning into a baby, so it was harder than usual, but she could still do it. It was like playing a game on hard mode, every little thing she could still do made her feel extra proud, and she loved testing herself like this.

Phil took her hand, and she took a few tottering steps down the new corridor. She couldn't tell if the windows were really higher than before, or if it was just her feeling smaller. But the whole place felt giant, and she was sure she would be lost in the maze if she didn't keep thinking. She was so glad that Phil was still there to help her. She felt so good when she could manage a few tottering steps, but she didn't even know where she was going. And he was really nice to her, letting her show what a big girl she was. As he got to the nearest door, with a little brass plaque on it with a bunch of letters she didn't have time to understand, he held it open for her instead of just pulling her through. She rested one hand on the frame and then stumbled forward.

This was a room for babies, she was sure about that. There was a changing table, and white cupboards all over the walls. And then on every space that wasn't full of packets and bottles, there were pictures of unicorns. Some pictures were even bigger than Stacie, while one was small enough to sit on the little bit of plastic around the light switch, a little spark from its horn leaping out to make the lights work. And there were more pictures pinned up in between, things that little kids of all ages had drawn. Some of them she could even tell what they were supposed to be, but she could feel how much fun it had been for everybody drawing. Her picture hadn't been of a unicorn, but she wondered if she could do one for this place soon. If she came here enough then she could have a picture in every room, and she wondered if any of the kids had done that before.

She wobbled towards one of the walls, looking at the pictures. Some of the big ones were really good, like they were painted onto the walls and all the rows of cupboards were part of them. Somebody really wanted to make this place look cute.

"Can you climb up here, Stacie?" Phil was asking, tapping the table in front of him. "Or do you need me to pick you up?"

She looked again, and she didn't know if she could do it. It wasn't a big table, but she was only a little girl. And she really wanted to impress Phil, and show him what a big girl she could be even when she was playing on hard mode. So she went over to the table, and did two whole steps without falling down. She could see that there was a step there, a little plastic thing with another picture of unicorns on the top. So she put a foot on it and lifted herself up, feeling a little dizzy even with the horsies to help her up. Her leg waved around in the air for a bit, but after a few tries she managed to pull herself up onto the table. It felt like she had climbed a mountain, and she felt so good that she could do such a big girl thing.But when Dr Phil patted her head and told her what a good girl she was, that felt better than ever.

The table wasn't really a table, and it wasn't really a couch. She wasn't sure what it was, but she could see it was kind of comfy. The top was very big, more than big enough for a little girl like Stacie to lie on. It was padded, not hard, padded like a car seat with a shiny material. She couldn't think of anything else like it, except maybe the dentist's chair. It was something that would be comfy to sit on, but shiny so it could be wiped clean as well. She thought that was a great idea, because babies who weren't as clever as her would make a lot of mess.

"Let's get these soggy bottoms off you, okay?" Phil said, and Stacie couldn't help blushing as she looked down. Her silver leggings were all dark and stuck to her legs, but she'd almost forgotten that they were soaked with pee. In the time she'd taken to walk all the way to the changing room she hadn't thought about it at all. She found her eyes closing in embarrassment, hoping that nobody would see her if she couldn't see them. She knew that didn't make any sense, but it still made her feel better. She could feel the damp fabric sliding over her skin as Dr Phil pulled on the leggings, but she didn't move and kept her hands pressed over her eyes. It wasn't easy to tell what he was doing, and she didn't really want to know. But a few minutes later, somebody tickling the bottom of her feet got her attention.

Stacie shrieked in giddy laughter and tried to pull her feet away, but she couldn't escape the tips of Phil's fingers. She looked up at him and tried to think of something to say, but he stopped almost right way. She was curled up now with her knees almost touching her chest, and that meant it was easy for him to take hold of her cute orange panties now they weren't trapped between her bottom and the shiny stuff she was lying on. As soon as she straightened her legs a little, her panties were taken away and thrown somewhere in the corner of the room.

She couldn't stop blushing, but she could still look up at Phil, and see that he was smiling. She must be a really cute little baby, she thought, and that was something she could feel good about. He was holding something up for her to look at, and once she noticed and tried to look properly, she could see that they were diapers. Big diapers, as thick as a book when they were folded up, in a bunch of different patterns. Two of them were pink, just like she'd asked for. One was bright pink, probably as pink as her face, and had a pattern of sheep and dinosaurs chasing each other all over it. The other one was more like a pastel colour, almost peach or one of the fancy colours that Stacie didn't know the proper names for. It had lace and frills on the outside as well, like it was a part of some kind of cake, or a piece of a princess's fancy dress. They were both really cute, and Stacie couldn't decide because she knew that she wanted both of them. But in Phil's other hand was a third choice. It wasn't pink this time, even though she'd asked for pink. This one was orange, as bright as a carrot, and the pictures printed all over it were little deserts and smiling cakes. Just like the panties she'd been wearing before, she realised. A pattern that she had really loved.

It didn't make any sense, she was just about big enough to know that. But it made her feel better if she imagined she wasn't losing the pretty pattern. She was just changing from panties to diapers, because she was a little girl who was practising to be a baby. But she could still wear the things she liked.