✅ The Baby Makers

The New Look

"Good girl," Phil said with a smile as she pointed. "Now, can you lift your bum up like a good girl and let me put these on you?"

Stacie nodded and did as she was told. She found that she could get hold of her legs and pull them closer, so it was easier to lift herself up while Phil did whatever he was doing. He tapped on her ankles again to let her know she could move, and then she let herself flop down so she was lying on the table again. She could feel the diaper under her bum, crinkling just a little but soft and kind of comfy. She giggled again while Phil rubbed baby oil into her skin. He explained what he was doing, something about making sure that she didn't get a rash, but she didn't understand most of the words. She decided that didn't matter. It tickled a little bit, but his hands were warm and she knew that Phil knew what was best for her.

Then he was putting baby powder on her. A fine cloud of powder spread out in the air as well, and Stacie automatically reached out to try and grab some. She didn't get anything when she looked down at her hands, but that didn't put her off. She could still try again, grabbing at the air and wondering if she would be able to catch something. She was so preoccupied with that, she barely noticed Phil's giant hands pulling the front of the diaper up between her legs and smoothing down the tapes one by one.

"There's a good baby," he said, and Stacie felt that she could be glowing with pride. She was so happy to be told that she was good, and right away she was looking for a mirror so she could see how cute she was now. Then he took her hands and helped her to sit up. She tried swinging her wobbly legs around so she could risk the precarious step down from the changing table, but Phil was still holding her hands and it wasn't that easy to move.

"Did you forget these?" he asked, holding up a pair of cute little socks with pictures of a cake and a sundae on the bottom, almost matching the cute little pictures all over her diaper. Stacie looked down to her feet and giggled. She hadn't even realised that she wasn't wearing her socks. "You don't have to wear them if you don't want. But you thought they were cute before. Do you want socks?"

She nodded eagerly, and made a grab for the socks. Phil let her have one, and guided the other onto her foot with very little effort. Stacie wasn't doing so well; she could grab her foot and pull it towards her, or grasp the sock, but she couldn't work out how to do both at the same time. And even when she managed to get her foot to stay where she wanted it, she couldn't work out how to get the sock to open. Her fingers were too clumsy to open it up, so she just ended up flapping the sock against her foot.

"Clever girl," Phil said as he gently put his giant hands over hers. His fingers teased the opening at the top of the sock apart, and gently guided it a little lower. But he was only helping; Stacie still had her hand on the sock, so she knew she was doing this herself. "Now, can you push your foot into there?"

She kicked out, and she felt her heel bang against the back of Phil's hand, but she didn't worry about that too much. And then her foot was doing just what she wanted, going inside the sock. She cheered, and then tried to jump up and down to show her excitement. That didn't work so well, because she was still sitting on a table and one of her feet was in Phil's hands. But she wobbled about a bit and found herself almost falling before another strong hand reached out to catch her. She still kept on giggling, and couldn't stop smiling as he helped her down from the table, step by step on wobbly legs. On the bottom step, Phil helped her to get her feet into cute little shoes, so that she wouldn't slip on the shiny floor.

Stacie found herself looking around the little changing room, but she couldn't see it. She thought about asking Phil, but that just made her blush. He might think she was silly for asking. But when he looked down at her he just smiled, and turned to one of the cupboards in the corner as he answered.

"Looking for something?" he said. "Is this what you're after? A picture of the cutest little girl ever."

Inside the cupboard door was a mirror, like a fancy closet. When Phil stepped aside and held it open, Stacie could see all of herself, and she really was even cuter that before. She still had a pretty black shirt with stars on, and letters too, but she didn't know what any of them were. She decided that it was probably her name, so that everybody would know who she was. Now she had little pink and blue shoes that looked almost like real grown-up ones, but the laces were just printed on, and sticking out of the tops were orange socks with frilly tops that perfectly matched her diaper.

"Awwww!" she squealed, unable to help her self. "Tankyou!" And then, after a brief pause, she pointed into the cupboard behind the mirror, at something she hadn't expected to see here. It was plastic, pink, and shaped kind of like an elephant with big ears and a trunk. And she'd been sure that they didn't have one after what Phil had told her before. "Uhh why..."

"Oh, that? It's just a training potty. Because some of the boys and girls here aren't little enough to use their diapers properly yet. You're such a good baby, so I'm sure you won't need that thing. I mean, you can try if you want to later..."

Stacie shook her head quickly, blushing again. "I'm a _good_ baby," she repeated. "Does that mean there's big girls too?"

"Some of them. But give them time and they might grow down to be as cute as you."

That was the kind of compliment that Stacie didn't know how to take. It was even more intense than being called a good girl, because it meant that it wasn't just Phil being nice. He really thought she was being good, he really thought she was cute, and he wanted somebody else to be more like her. That was an incredible thing for such a little girl to hear, and she buried her face in her hands giggling and trying to hide the blushes.

"I was just going to ask you," Phil continued. "Would you like to meet some of the other little ones? We could go to the art room and maybe some of the others will come in. Or I could take you to the nursery, where Mama Natalye is looking after Cass. She's new too, so she might like to meet a friend. Or if you really want we could go outside. Some of the older boys in the preschool class are trying to find bugs and draw pictures of them, but they'll probably be trying to catch them instead and throw creepy crawlies at each other."

"Eww!" Stacie reacted without even thinking. But she still needed to make a decision, and she had no idea which to choose.

I'm not actually sure either. If you're seeing this chapter when it was first posted, please let me know which option you think Stacie should go for. If you have any ideas, maybe I can fit them in, before the scenes I've got planned for later in the day and in the morning. Would you like to see her make friends? What kind of friends?