✅ The Baby Makers

30. Wet 'N' Dry

"I think some little ones need to get dry soon," Phil's voice got the attention of both of the girls in their fort of bubbles. Cass pouted a little, but Stacie could see what he meant. She was getting a little bit cold now the water was all cold, and she was sure that there were plenty more fun things to do today. She liked playing with the little duckies and the bubbles, but she liked playing with everything, so she didn't need to worry too much about the bath.

She tried to get out by herself, but as soon as she stood up she kind of slipped. Phil was already there, grabbing her hands and helping to lift her up. She stumbled a bit as he led her across the room, taking a lot of little steps, but she didn't fall down again. He'd already spread some towels out on the floor, and when she got there Stacie was happy to find that they were nice and warm. She was so surprised that she lay down and rolled back and forth, enjoying how fluffy and snuggly the fabric was.

"Having fun?" Phil asked as she squirmed around, and Stacie just kept on wiggling, trying to get the fluff to touch all of her at once. That was a lot easier when he rolled it up around her and started rubbing her all over. She couldn't do anything except laugh. Maybe it was because it tickled a bit, but mostly because it was so funny being all wrapped up in a towel, and rolled across the tiles like a big warm burrito. She was still laughing when Phil sat her up and pulled out another warm fluffy towel to dry her hair. He was really gentle, and it really felt like Stacie was being pampered. It was wonderful. And then he helped to lift her up, so she could sit on a little stool while he started to brush her hair.

Stacie wanted to be pretty, and she wanted to look good. And more than anything she wanted to help, but she didn't know what to do. She reached out and tried to take the brush, so she could do some herself, but Phil didn't even seem to notice as she kept reaching for his hands and always managed to grab where they had been a minute before. After a few tries, he seemed to notice what she was trying to do. The brushing stopped for a minute and she looked up to see him staring right back down at her.

"Do you want to see if you can do this?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. Can you do Millie's hair?" he turned around, and then handed her one of the dolls they had been playing with before. She didn't see where he had got her from, but Millie had super long blond hair that was almost as long as she was. And he gave Stacie a brush of her own, too. A little tiny one that fit into her hand really well, so Stacie could brush Millie's hair while Phil brushed hers. It made her feel like she was so clever, and it felt nice for him to be brushing like that. He never pulled at all, and that made Stacie feel even more special. Like a little princess, with somebody making sure she was all happy and beautiful.

Stacie tried to brush her own hair as well, reaching up with the tiny doll's brush. She brushed it a few times, in little bits, and that made it feel even more special. Like she did it by herself, so that made it more important. But then Phil decided that she was done, and helped her up again so that she could climb up onto the changing table. He had a super cute diaper in his hands, with a pattern of horsies and horseshoes on, and Stacie was so amazed by the cuteness that she just had to grab it. Phil didn't even stop her this time. He just let her take it, and she snuggled the rectangle of plastic stuff against her, amazed how soft and thick it was.

"Do you want me to help you put that on?" Phil asked. "Or do you need to go potty first?"

"No," Stacie shook her head, trying to remember what he had said before. Some girls had to use the potty, she thought. That was because they weren't little enough. Now that she was thinking about it, Stacie could tell that she did need to make tinkles like a big girl. But Phil sounded like he might be disappointed if she was a big girl, he wanted her to be littler. And she wanted to be a good baby as well, to prove that she didn't need the potty. So she just shook her head.

"No to which? Do you need to go potty?"

"No!" she said, and then laughed. "Good baby."

"Okay, you want your diaper back then?" Stacie nodded this time, and Phil took the diaper away from her. She held onto it for a second, but she knew that she needed a grown-up to help her put one on, and she wanted to be a good baby for Phil. He unfolded it, and spread it out on the changing table. She maybe kicked a little bit as he lifted her feet up, but then her bum was resting on the super soft padding, and she remembered just how soft it was. She did her best not to squirm as Phil patted baby powder onto her skin, and then pulled the front of the diaper up to cover her. She was going to be all taped up like a good baby, and that was enough to make her smile.

"Can you count the tapes with me?" Phil asked, and Stacie tried to remember the numbers.

"One," he said, and Stacie tried to pretend that she'd remembered it at the same time. He smoothed one of the tapes around her waist, and she could feel the diaper hugging her bum all the way around.

"Two," Phil counted as he stuck down the tape on the other side. Stacie kicked out with her legs, so glad that she was in a diaper now, so comfy and so warm.

"Three." These diapers had two tapes on each side, to make them fit better. He pulled one side down and taped it on, and then it felt extra snug. Stacie giggled. Last time she hadn't known how good it felt to wear a diaper properly like a good girl, and now she couldn't believe that it had taken her so long to start enjoying this. It felt amazing, and she hoped that it would be like this for ever and ever.

"Four," Phil said, and Stacie repeated just a second later as he finished closing her diaper up. It felt super nice when he pressed the last tape down, and she felt a little pressure on her tummy. She giggled and reached out for his hands, and then Phil helped her to sit up straight. She squirmed to get comfy, and then giggled when she felt the warmth spreading around her bum. It felt nice, and it took her just a couple of seconds to realise that she was wetting her diaper. That made her face feel warn too, like she was blushing a lot, but she didn't really know why. She was having an accident just like a real baby, and that made her feel so proud of all the things she was learning.

"Did baby have a little accident?" Phil asked. "Good girl."