Wonder Woman's Christmas Wish, Part 2: A Visit to Santa (Patreon)

A sequel to this story from last Christmas, commissioned by Mashugana.

"Are you ready for today, DiDi?"

Diana pulled her thumb from her mouth, a line of drool dripping onto her chin as she stared up at her Mommy, an involuntary giggle escaping from her lips at the sight of her. 

There were a lot of things that just didn't quite seem right, even though, the more Diana thought about them, the harder they were to concentrate on, to figure out why they bothered her. For one, there was a part of her that didn't think she was supposed to live here, in this apartment, in her nursery... Except, the building was very familiar to her every time her Mommy brought her home from a walk to the park.

The most strange part of that was the time Mommy had shown her an aerial picture of their part of the city, and Diana had been able to point out, right away, which of the tiny rooftops belonged to them. How she'd known that, why it had looked even more correct from that angle, she didn't know, didn't have any explanation for, other than all the dreams she had of flying, and landing on that rooftop.

Mommy plucked her up off the floor, spinning her around, earning a squeal of delight from the girl, despite that being something else that a part of her considered impossible. She hadn't been that much smaller than Mommy before, had she? When she had first found her way to her, she hadn't had to look so far up to see her face... In fact, as silly as it sounded, Diana almost thought she had memories of being able to look down on her.

That had to be another dream, however. It definitely couldn't have been true, though it did feel as if she did recall the difference in size being not as great, at least... Wasn't there a time when she'd been toddling along, holding Mommy's hand, looking at the other babies and feeling self-conscious about how much bigger she was than them? Hadn't she asked Mommy if she was sad because Diana wasn't as cute and little as they were?

She certainly remembered Mommy hugging her and telling her she loved her no matter what, but that could have been in response to just about anything. Not that Diana was complaining, of course - she loved Mommy the same way, and was as eager to tell her so whenever she had the chance - it simply made it hard to pin the words to any particular time-frame.

That may have been when she started to notice it, though, to think that perhaps everything in her nursery had gotten a touch bigger overnight. She tried to check her own size against those things from day to day; she didn't want to make a mess, however, and mark up her walls with her crayons and get Mommy mad at her, so she had to rely on her memory, so, while it did seem like maybe she was getting smaller, she didn't know for sure, and, if she was, it wasn't by much.

Not on any given day, anyway. The shift was slow enough that it gave her time to get used to it, to convince herself that's how it had always been, despite some vague memories that maybe, at one time, her dollhouse had only come up to her belly button, or that she'd been taller than the bars on her crib, or that she was bigger than Mommy.

That last one, especially, was clearly ridiculous. Mommy might love her no matter what, but Diana was the little girl... How could she be taller than her Mommy? It was even silly to think they were the same size, as she'd imagined was the case for a time... Of course Diana was shorter than her... It was only natural. How much so was a different question, and one that almost appeared to change, as strange as that was to think, and not in the direction that it should have. She knew she had her own faulty memory, and flawed measuring habits, to blame, yet it did seem as though she was gradually shrinking, getting tinier and tinier until now, when she was the same size as the rest of the toddlers she saw at the park with Mommy.

Except, obviously, that wasn't what happened at all. That was all in her imagination... She'd been this size all along! If she needed any confirmation of that, it came in the form on her cute little outfits, all of which always fit. Mommy did love taking her out, shopping for new ones, but there were definitely some Diana recalled having for a long time, that were some of her Mommy's - and therefore, her - favorites, that looked just the same on her now as they had any other time she'd worn them. And it was a good thing, too... She knew her Mommy would have been sad if she couldn't have seen her baby in them anymore, and she didn't want that.

"Yeth, Mommy," Diana lisped, cuddling against her Mommy's chest as the woman squeezed her to it, wondering why she'd ever even fantasize about being bigger than this, making it harder for the woman to hold her this way. "I'm weady!"

"Are you suuure?" Mommy teased. "You haven't done anything naughty lately, have you?" Diana thought about it, sucking on her thumb, and shook her head hesitantly, unsure. "Santa will be able to tell, you know," Mommy warned, setting her down on her changing table with a familiar, nearly ever-present, squish.

"Oh!" Diana's eyes widened as Mommy gently pushed her onto her back, unbuttoning her cozy footed sleeper. "Thanta!" 

"That's right, sweetie," Mommy smiled. "That's what we're doing today, remember?"

Diana nodded, though that, in itself, was a little naughty... Diana did recall Mommy telling her they were going to see Santa, building it up, but she had forgotten when, exactly, it was supposed to happen. She giggled and squirmed on her back at the revelation that it was today, her Mommy chuckling in response.

"Little wiggle-worm," she said, trying to wipe her up. "You're going to be good for me, aren't you? It might be a long day, with a lot of people around... You need to stay as close to me as possible, okay?"

"I know, Mommy," Diana assured her. Why would she want to be anywhere else?

Diana was taped into a clean diaper, a pair of tights pulled on over top of it and shiny black Mary Janes over those, the whole outfit finished off with a red Christmas dress with white fur around the hem, which was short enough to leave the ruffles on the seat of her tights visible with the slightest movement.

"Santa doesn't stand a chance," Mommy gushed, standing Diana up. "All you'll have to do is ask, and he'll give you anything you want, no matter how naughty you were!"

"But I wathn't naughty, Mommy," Diana told her, wide-eyed, wondering if Mommy had seen through her fib... Or, rather, how she could have thought Mommy wouldn't do that.

"I know," Mommy patted her on the crinkly bottom. "Even if you were, though."

Diana pouted a bit when she saw the stroller coming out, waddling over to Mommy to tug on her skirt. "Mommy, I can wawk," she said around the thumb that had wandered back into her mouth at some point.

"I know you can," Mommy nodded, "but like I told you, it might be a long day..."

It hadn't been one yet, so Diana wasn't sure why she had to go into the stroller right away. She didn't want to fight Mommy on it, however, so she let herself be strapped and buckled in, only sulking a little as she was pushed to the elevator, and down the sidewalk. She suspected she knew the reason for it once they got to the store, and she saw all the pretty decorations, reaching out for them automatically, the stroller keeping her from being able to actually get ahold of any to get a closer look. 

"Well, this isn't so bad," Mommy declared cheerfully as she brought the stroller to a stop at the end of a line - though one not too long - of other Mommies and Daddies, holding hands with their kids, or kneeling beside strollers to keep them entertained. "I was hoping it wouldn't be any bigger than this."

That was how it usually tended to go, Diana had noticed. The things that Mommy hoped for generally happened. But there was nothing that odd about that... It was nothing less than what Mommy deserved, after all. "We must have picked the right time to come!" Mommy exclaimed.

"Uh-huh," Diana agreed, glancing at the pretty colors around her, the candy cane red and white stripes of the ropes marking out the queue, and the red and green of the huge, cardboard ornaments hung from the ceiling of the store. At the head of the line, she could now and then catch a glimpse of Santa, sitting on a big chair, so big and jolly, in front of a cozy looking backdrop with a fireplace and a couple windows with snow falling outside, a big Christmas tree to one side with presents piled high underneath, wrapped in shiny paper.

Diana was very tempted to run up to those presents and rip them all open, but she knew she shouldn't... They probably weren't for her, although she couldn't imagine whose they were, sitting in the middle of a store like this.

"Oh, my gosh," the woman in front of them said, turning around to smile down on Diana. "She's so cute! I miss when my little girl was that age!" She waved, Diana waving back after a pat of encouragement on the shoulder from Mommy. "I love my Davey, obviously, it's just so much more fun to dress up little girls! My daughter had a dress exactly like that... I wish I could see her in it one more time..."

Diana stared up at her, and the child she had with her, a boy that was... Well, certainly bigger than Diana, and, from what she could tell, not in diapers anymore. Older didn't seem like the right word, however... No matter how much he would tower over her, if she weren't in her stroller, she was positive she was still far older than him, even if she couldn't quite recall why she would think that, or how old she was.

"How old is your daughter?" Mommy asked.

"She's nineteen. A teenager," the woman let out a long-suffering sigh, before joking, "Don't let this sweetheart become one of those."

"Oh, I don't think we'll have to worry about that," Mommy replied jovially, adjusting Diana's dress, giving her diaper a quick check, finding it, of course, a bit soggy. Diana didn't remember when that had happened, but it didn't bother her... It was what her diapers were for, after all, and Mommy not only didn't mind, she loved being able to change her, to take care of her...

The woman chuckled. "She's around here somewhere... She didn't want to stand in line to see her brother see Santa, so she went shopping on her own."

"That's too bad," Mommy frowned. "Families should be together at Christmastime."

"That's what I told her," the woman shrugged. "She said she'd look at the picture after."

Diana could see her Mommy pondering that over in her mind, distracted by it, and she could feel a strange, yet familiar, sensation, one to which she'd grown mostly accustomed, almost comforted by it, contentedly leaning back in her stroller, sucking her thumb.

"Sorry, that's my mom up there," Diana heard. "Excuse me! Sorry!" Diana's stroller was jostled, and then she saw a flash of red fabric brush past. "Sorry! Mom! Thank goodness, I'm not too late!"

"Monica?" the woman in front of them gasped. "What are you wearing?"

The answer to that was pretty obvious... She was dressed almost exactly the same as Diana, although, on her, the effect was quite different. The skirt of the dress was a bit longer, enough so that Diana couldn't tell for sure if her tights had ruffles or not, yet still short enough to expose most of her long, toned legs. The chest of her dress bulged out in a way that was very unlike Diana's, too. 

Seeing it did make Diana look down at herself, wiggling her chubby legs, examining her flat chest. Like her height, there was a part of her that thought she had, at one time, been more like this girl, more shapely, more feminine, more grown-up... All of that had gradually melted away, too, however, like the daydream the logical section of her brain told her it had to have been in the first place. The sight of this girl now, though, the direct comparison right before her eyes, made it hard to be certain. Or was she just jealous that she wasn't a big girl yet, that she was still stuck in her pudgy toddler body, wearing her soggy diapers, while the girl looked so pretty, so mature despite her outfit?

"I found this in the store," Monica explained. "They only had one in my size, but seeing it there... It made me think about that picture of me meeting Santa in a dress like this, and then I thought about you, and Dave, and..."

Her mother smiled at her, giving her a hug, no more words necessary. "Isn't that nice?" Mommy asked Diana rhetorically, Diana nodding anyway. "I hoped it would work out..."

"Me, too, Mommy," Diana said. 

She didn't have a chance to see what happened with the family and Santa... Or, rather, she was too preoccupied to notice, excited to have Mommy unbuckle her and help her out of the stroller, letting her stand on her own two feet to meet Santa.

She managed a bashful wave, but her voice seemed to have dried up as she stood in front of him, gawking. It was really him! "Ho ho ho!" he laughed. "Hello there, little one!"

He lifted her up, setting her on his lap, the damp squish of her diaper feeling suddenly shameful, though, if he knew when she was sleeping or awake, and if she was naughty or nice, he probably already knew the state of her pants as well. She fidgeted, searching for her Mommy, catching sight of her standing with one of Santa's elves, by the camera.

"I'm right here," Mommy called to her. "It's okay, baby."

"What's your name, dear?" Santa asked, giving her a tiny bounce, Diana giggling automatically in response.

It didn't occur to her that he ought to know that, or, if it did, she reasoned it away, assuming he was trying to make her more comfortable by asking her a simple question that even a baby like her would know the answer to.

Or... Did she? "I'm Di..." she began, only to freeze, mouth open, as if she had lost her train of thought. That wasn't quite it, however... It was more like another car had been hitched to her train, another foggy memory. That wasn't the name she was supposed to use, was it? There was something else she called herself when she was all dressed up. She didn't think this was the way she usually got dressed up, but it was definitely a special outfit.

"I'm..." she squirmed, confused.

"Would you like me to ask your Mommy?" Santa inquired.

"No," she shook her head, everything finally falling into place. "I'm Wondew Woman."

"Oh, I see," he smiled, Diana beaming back, feeling accomplished. "Nice to meet you, Wonder Woman, I'm a big fan! So, is that what you want for Christmas? A Wonder Woman dress-up set?"

Diana furrowed her brow. "No, not dwess-up," she insisted.

"No, of course not," he agreed. "I'll get you the real thing, how about that?"

Diana pouted, all of this making her feel more mixed up, more certain something was wrong, whether she could articulate what that was or not. Her eyes darted around the store, panic rising up in her gut as Santa struggled to keep her still.

"Why don't we just look at the camera, little Wonder Woman?" he suggested. "Then you can get back to your Mommy, and..."

Diana didn't hear the rest, her vision locking onto something else, instinct taking over. There, outside the queue to Santa, which had grown far longer behind her and Mommy, she saw a girl, perhaps a year or two older than Monica, casually slipping things into her purse.

That was wrong... That was naughty! Diana stared up at Santa, wanting to ask why he wasn't doing anything about it, but obviously he was busy with all these kids... She wasn't a kid, though, as he'd helped her remember, sitting here on his lap. She was Wonder Woman, and she took care of people who did naughty stuff!

"That should do it," the elf announced.

"You have a merry Christmas," Santa told Diana, lifting her down off of his lap, handing her a candy cane.

"Say thank you," Mommy instructed, Diana parroting her, desperately attempting to find the shoplifter again from her much lower point of view on the floor.

Mommy didn't put her right back into her stroller, guiding her out to a table set up right outside, talking to another elf about pictures and prices, and things that sounded too complicated for Diana to follow, even if she wasn't already distracted. She gasped when she finally saw the girl, glancing up at Mommy, knowing better than to let go of her hand, but wanting to, so badly...

And then, almost as if she could tell, Mommy let go of her for a moment, reaching into her purse to take out her credit card. In a flash, Diana was gone, pattering away, through the sea of legs, aiming straight for the naughty girl, pretending she didn't hear Mommy calling her name.

"Thtop wight thewe!" she declared, as soon as she was close to the shoplifter.

The girl either didn't hear her, didn't know it was directed at her, or didn't care. Diana pouted, stomping her Mary Jane, and hurried after her, struggling to catch up, thanks to her shorter legs, and the bulk of the wet diaper between them. "Hey!" Diana tugged on the girl's sleeve. "You hafta thtop wight thewe!"

"Get off, you little brat," the girl scoffed, easily yanking her arm away. "Go bother someone else."

"No!" Diana refused. "I saw you take that thtuff, and that'th naughty!"

"Shh!" the girl's cheeks turned red. "Shut up!"

"I com... I... I comma..." Diana frowned, her mind failing to finish the word for her, to tell her what it was, exactly, she was trying to say. "I want you to thtop!" she settled at last. She put her hands on her hips, standing as straight as she could. "I'm Wondew Woman, and..."

She didn't have a chance to finish, the girl growing frustrated with her and giving her a shove. Diana shrieked, fell backwards, landing hard on her padded bottom, the jolt seemingly knocking something loose. She tried to get back to her feet, to follow the retreating girl, but all her body would do was grunt and push as she sat there, helplessly pooping her Pampers, the mighty Wonder Woman defeated by a lowly shoplifter.

"What are you doing, Diana?" Mommy asked, rushing over. "You know better than to run off like that!" Diana stared up at her, sniffling, Mommy's expression immediately softening. "It's okay, sweetie... Were you trying to find a private spot to use your diapie?"

"N-No," Diana shook her head. That hadn't been it at all! Or... Had it? Already, she wasn't certain, couldn't quite recall why else she would have done that... Mommy must be right... She always was...

"You can't do that when we're out in public like this," Mommy lectured. "You're lucky that the only thing that happened was that girl bumping into you..."

"Sh-She didn't," Diana told her. "She pushed me."

"Well, that wasn't very nice," Mommy tutted, picking her up off the floor, setting her down in her stroller, mush squelching beneath her tiny bottom. "Her Mommy really ought to have taught her better than to do that to a little girl like you. Let's go get you changed, all right?"

It was a funny coincidence, Diana thought, that, as Mommy pushed her towards the nearest restroom, she saw the shoplifter being led out of the store by an older woman she could only assume was her Mommy, who was spewing out threats of hairbrushes and corner time to the mortified, red-faced girl. Of course it had all worked out okay in the end... It always did, when Mommy was around... And always the way that Mommy wanted it to. Such a funny, funny coincidence....