The Baby Girl Project novella.
“Who’s this special friend? They look really well loved.” Trish said, kneeling by the playpen. Keeley hurried over in distress, ready to defend Gordo. She still didn’t trust this babysitter that her nannies had forced on her. Trish was only looking at the stuffies though, she hadn’t picked up Gordo or anything. “That’s Gordo.” Keeley …
Keeley hung fearfully back in the doorway of the beach house, staring at her nannies’ cars in horror. They were determined to pack her into them and take her out. Not just through fast food drive through line either. The plan was to park at a drive-in and eat there. Begging and pleading had no …
During her morning change, Keeley was hoping for a better day. Dominika was changing her this morning. It was nice to shed the over-wet nighttime diaper. She wouldn’t need the extra padding except that they kept putting her to bed early. Last night had been eight o’clock. No way she could make it to morning …
In the morning, Keeley’s diaper was absurdly heavy. Somehow, it hadn’t leaked. She could only hope that she hadn’t wet it more when she’d fallen asleep drunk. Her nannies already thought she was a bedwetter, they didn’t need to be right about it. Everything was uncomfortable. Especially her bladder. That was a good thing, since …
((Content Warning: Alcohol abuse. A character throws up.)) Keeley considered her situation as Vidette brought her a plate of spaghetti. Sure, she was sitting in a high chair, in a diaper. On the other hand, she hadn’t had to make dinner at all. It was kind of like being waited on by her friends. “Do …
After the movie her ‘caregivers’ put Keeley on the floor in the living room with a coloring book. They were having a discussion as to what Keeley should call them, because they didn’t think ‘girls’ was respectful enough. Now she had to respect them too? As if! Since she was already opting out of the …
“Wake up Keeley.” Someone was shaking her. Rude. Keeley yawned and grumbled. “Go away.” “Come on baby girl, wake up.” That sounded like Vidette. Keeley opened her eyes, frowning as her memories filtered in. Her friends had decided to play some insane game that had ended up with her in a playpen – and a …
“You really think this isn’t going to blow up in our face?” Vidette asked. “Come on, this is Keeley we’re talking about. It’ll be fine.” Dominika replied, sipping her wine. Vidette looked around the room while she gathered her thoughts. Dominika had used the same boring designer that all her friends seemed to use. The …