[#207] Rescaled (Patreon)

It was so easy to feel small when everything else was so big and enormous and huge - I'd always had problems feeling the way my heart desired, feeling small and cute and desirable and precious, and the first time I entered the nursery room it was like everything changed all at once. Like a switch had flipped. I wandered, I touched, I had to feel everything, maybe just to see if it was real.

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I touched the bear's nose.  Soft.  Inviting.  I could fall down on top of it, legs spread around his torso, my diapered bottom on full display, and peacefully fall asleep!  But why sleep on a bear with a crib right here.  Not just in "my size".  But bigger than my size.  Bigger than any piece of furniture I'd ever seen.  Even the ceiling was higher up, making the room look huge and me all the tinier.  It was easy to forget my actual size in a room like this.

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There'd be others here tonight, there was a tea party planned, but right now I had the place to myself. To get accustomed. To get used to this. To let my inhibition's fall away and leave all my worries and grown-up thoughts at the door. I sighed and smiled, wringing my fingers together, and then bit my lip as I crawled up into the crib.

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I couldn't figure out how to get the bars up and down.  I wondered if I had to call Marni in here to help me, but that would ruin the illusion.  She was smaller than me, out in the real world.  An inch or two shorter.  I didn't want her in here!  But as I sat in the crib and pondered, a small machine started to whir.  The rail began rising until it reached the top, where it clicked into place.

Trapped.  Sort of.  I was sure there was a way to get the rail down if I really tried, but I didn't have the presence of mind at the time.  No, I was just a little girl in her diaper, stuck in a crib until Mommy or Daddy came to get me out.  I smiled shyly and  sunk into the sheets.  Just a baby...

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The world outside the crib seemed so big and so distant, and I wanted nothing to do with it anymore. I found a stuffed bunny among the covers, the pretty pink gingham blankets as soft as could be, and I cuddled her under my arm. A hundred littles might have cuddled her, and named her, and claimed her, but to me she was Caramel and she was mine. Gosh I was sleepy..

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I felt a tightness in my stomach and tried to relax.  It was easy, because I was just a baby and this was where babies stayed.  In their cribs.  They didn't get up to use the potty.  They used their diapers.  I looked around with sleepy eyes at the big room.  The big bars.  The big toys.  The big stuffed animals.  And the very little baby girl in the middle of it all.  When I thought about it like that, it was easy to use my diaper and drift off to sleep.