There was no way that you were going to let Kelly take you to school with her. You were certain she would tell everyone who you really were. At least if you were at a daycare you would blend in with the other children.
Kelly dropped you off at the daycare dressed as a baby girl. The workers placed you in the baby room and monitored you throughout the day. You felt embarrassed after wetting your diaper, but that embarrassment was soon intensified as you realized that the daycare worker was going to change your diaper and realize you were a boy.
You tried to crawl to the exit but stopped when you realized how futile your attempt was. Even if you managed to open the door and make it outside you were still a baby and could not take care of yourself.
The daycare worker changed your diaper. She giggled and called you a beautiful princess as she realized you were actually a boy. If only she knew that you understood every word she was saying. She must have told the rest of the workers because for the rest of the day they all treated you like you were a princess. By the end of the day you were enjoying the attention.
Kelly returned and picked you up. As she drove you home you sat in the backseat and stared out the window. You sucked on your pacifier and thought about how much fun it was to be treated like a princess. Maybe it would be fun to continue the trend. On the other hand, if you were dressed as a boy then you could forget the whole thing ever happened. Also, what would the daycare workers think if you arrived the next day dressed as a boy.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you began to mess yourself. Kelly consoled you as she drove. Soon, you were home and back in your nursery. Kelly changed your diaper and dressed you in a blue onesie. She took you down to the kitchen and placed you in the highchair. Your mother entered and talked to Kelly. They discussed a babysitting schedule. You tried to get their attention, but it was to no avail. They clearly only saw you as a baby.
The rest of the night was uneventful. You were upset that you had to go to bed early, but your tiny body was worn out. That night, your mother changed you into your pajamas and fed you a bottle while she rocked you in a rocking chair. You dozed off to sleep and dreamed about being a princess.
In the morning, you faced a difficult decision. Did you want to be dressed as a girl, or dressed as a boy?
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