Chapter 8

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 Toy's ch8

The next couple of weeks were a constant battle for Niche. It was like a full time job just taking care of herself.

Niche had realized early on she was not doing a very good job of it. Some day's she would forget to shower or even brush her teeth. She was constantly not changing her diapers until they were at the leaking point.

Niche's apartment was a mess and all she was eating was junk food. The truth was Niche stayed in baby mode most of the day everyday. Playing with her toys and watching cartoons or children's shows on TV.

Niche also knew that if she wanted to continue to get paid sooner or later she had to return to work. The question was how could baby Niche do this.

One morning Niche was eating some syrup and toast when she looked down at the table. It was a mess syrup was everywhere and Niche had spilled her milk.

"You have to stop this Nichole stop it now you're not a baby?" She exclaimed out loud.

Niche went straight to her computer and started making a list of things she needed to do and their priority.

Take a shower and brush your teeth

Change your diapers every two hours

Clean this pig sty

Do your laundry and wash your diapers

Start getting out once everyday in adult mode

Eat better including eating out some

Start reading the news and watching more adult shows

Wean yourself off your toys by limiting your time with them

Start working on your marketing ideas for work

Potty train

When Niche finished her list she got right to work on it. Once her body was cleaned and she had on a fresh diaper. Niche began doing her regular laundry.

This was not really much, considering she seldom wore even a t-shirt in the apartment with her diaper.

First she did her clothes it took a while to remember how to work the dials. She then did her towels and her bedding.

While the stuff was in the machines Niche began cleaning up her apartment starting with the bathroom.

Niche had set her alarm clock for every two hours. To remind her of her diaper changes. When lunchtime came she stopped and ordered herself a chef salad to be delivered by the deli down the street.

Niche put a robe on this time when she met the delivery boy.

Niche finished eating then went online to find out how to wash her cloth diapers and plastic pants. She printed out the instructions then followed them to the letter.

By three O'clock Niche had her cloth diapers in the dryer and her apartment was spotless. She was also exhausted. Niche changed her diaper and lay down and took a nap.

Niche woke up about two hours later. She changed herself again thinking to herself she was getting pretty good at diapering herself. She then put her clean cloth diapers away before looking at the list again.

Niche then scanned her computer for the local movie list.

Niche decided to go out to a movie and then to dinner.

It took Niche almost two hours too get ready. The worst part was fixing her hair and make up.

She was wearing a cute skirt and top and some sandals. Niche packed her book bag with her diaper supplies grabbed her purse. Then realized she needed another change before she could go.

Niche changed herself then called a cab and went down stairs to wait for it.

Once at the theater Niche picked the most adult film she could. Bored almost to tears half way through it she simply got up and walked out. She then walked the two blocks to a little Italian restaurant Nichole loved.

Niche ordered Spaghetti and Meatballs and a salad, with a glass of wine.

She took one sip of the wine and pushed it away. When the waitress brought Niche her dinner she offered her one of the huge cloth bibs.

Niche started to refuse, when she noticed so many of the other adults in the restaurant were using them.

When she got hers it again took her a few minutes to get it on right. Thank goodness she did. By the time Niche had finished her meal she and her table were a complete mess. Her face was covered in tomato sauce.

Niche asked for her bill, and the waitress brought it.

Seeing that Niche was not going to do anything with the mess on her face. The waitress instinctively cleaned her up. Realizing that she had indeed been a mess Niche thanked her and then left her a big tip.

As Niche was walking out of the restaurant she spotted Aunt Barbara sitting at a table close to the door. She then tried to ignore her.

"Hello Niche dear how are you doing?"

"Uhhhhhh hello Aunnnn uhhhhhh Barbara I am doing just great, did you find a new job yet?"

"You let me worry about me little one. You don't look like your doing so great to me. That diaper is going to be at your ankles in a minute."

Niche looked down her diaper was sagging clearly visible under the bottom of her skirt.

Tears ran down her cheeks, for a moment she looked to Aunt Barbara for help. Then she simply wiped them and with out saying a word walked out the door.

Niche walked crying and sucking on her pacifier the whole eight blocks home. She simply did not want too leak all over some cab drivers car.

Once at home she stripped off her clothes and changed her diaper. Then went straight to her toys.

Thinking to herself tomorrow, tomorrow I will grow up. With her toys all over the living room, Niche fell asleep on the floor about two in the morning.

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