Chapter Thirty-Seven

Bree was stunned. Lila's voice had taken an entirely different tone. Her playful, lilting speech was gone. Her tone was far more aware, less meandering than Bree was accustomed to from the girl. "Lila?"

"You think Kinsley is smart enough to manipulate me? Me?" She laughed derisively, a sound that made Bree's guts squirm inside her. "No, you idiot. I'm the one in charge here. I'm the princess of the Dollhouse and everything is exactly how I want it. But I think I'm going to have to do something else with you since you keep breaking the rules of being baby."

"What are you talking about, the music..."

Lila rolled her eyes dramatically. "The music I created? The music that has made Faith obey me unquestioningly? She's my toy, idiot. So is Kinsley. So. Are. You."

The chills only grew as the truth sunk in. "Me? But Kinsley makes you... she controls you, like in the car..."

"Gosh you are so stupid it almost hurts. I put those hypnotic triggers in myself. I want to obey Mama, didn't you hear her? I want to obey her because it's fun. If we'd hit those stupid boys with the car like I wanted, I prolly would have gotten in trouble again. Kinsley is smart enough to keep us all out of trouble at least." She shrugged, as though the murder she was talking about was as meaningless as tossing the crust from her sandwich in the garbage. "I want to be the diapered princess, what's the point in that if I don't have someone to make me wear diapers? Haven't you learned that it's way more fun when someone makes you?"

Bree blushed furiously at that. "But you... I... "

"Are my toy. And now you're boring me. Now I have to decide if I want to dumb you down to the point that you really can't string two words together and you're nothing but a baby-brained pathetic diaper slut, or if I want to turn you into another big-sister-doll like Faithie."

With her breath caught in her throat, Bree shook her head. "You can't, I..."

That was the wrong thing to say. In one swift motion, Lila swung a leg over Bree, shoving her diaper right into the other girl's face. "Don't you ever, ever tell me I can't do something. You're not my Mama."

Against her face, against her lips, she felt the soft plastic of the diaper warm suddenly... and she was confused by how much that turned her on. "I'm sorry!" She did her best to apologize, trying to turn her head while Lila ground the diaper she was in the middle of wetting into her face.

"Not yet you're not. You're the stupidest Doll we've had in a long, long time. I think I'll keep you. Like I'm keeping Faithie. Forever and ever and ever... but I don't think I'm going to let you get a job like her, and I don't think I'm going to give you a job like Kinsley. I think... you're just going to be a hollowed-out diaper slut. I think I'm going to make it so that's all you can think about. Doesn't that sound fun? Diapers. That's all that will be in your head, every minute of every day. Thinking about how wet your diaper is, how good it feels that you went pushies and filled them all up, how much you love love love the buzzy-wand against your diapers. I'll keep you as a stupid, empty-headed doll to play with."

It was getting harder and harder for Bree to breathe, and panic began to set in as Lila's hips began to work, back and forth, grinding the diaper against her face.

"Lila? What's going on?" It was Kinsley's voice. "That's not how we treat a baby!"

The girl was being pulled off of her, a sound of wordless rage coming from her. "No! Bad Kinsley!" She growled. "Kinsley is a good dolly who stands still!"

And the woman froze, letting Lila slip from her hands. "Ugh, I hate having to use those commands. They make me feel so not-little. That's all I want, Bree. I just want to feel little. Is that so bad? I have to think so hard at work, making the whole stupid world better because I can, I just want to be a precious diapered princess at home, but you're ruining that with your stupid!"

Grumbling, Lila pondered for a moment, absently rubbing the front of her diaper with one hand while she did.

"Lila please, I'm really sorry, I didn't-"

"Shut up! How can one person have this much stupid in them. FAITH!"

Immediately, the red-haired girl was in the doorway, looking sadly at the frozen Kinsley but saying nothing. "Lilabean, what's wrong? You hate doing that..."

"Paciglue!" Lila demanded, pointing at me. "Now. She's ruining everything."

Was she... was Lila about to cry? Bree was confused and terrified, starting to thrash to find a way out of the jacket against all odds. When Faith came back in the room, the helpless girl watched in horror as superglue was dripped around the inside of the mouth guard of the pacifier.

"Please don't do this." Bree begged, looking up at Faith.

Who shook her head. "Why are you being so mean to Lila? Can't you see how hard she works to make this place home? To make us a family?"

"Please, I'll be good... you're hypnotized, you're not like this... "

With a sad smile, Faith pushed the pacifier between Bree's lips, holding it there, counting softly. "I haven't been hypnotized in a long time, Bree. Once, sure, before I realized that she was just right."

"Faith, lower the rails. I have to go work on a new music. I'll make it something unpleasant, like the Wheels on the Bus on repeat for ten hours or something." Nodding, Faith lowered the rails, letting Lila out... and Bree realized that the girl had given herself hypnotic triggers, not just the one to obey Kinsley, but another that truly didn't let her get out of her own bed without help. "Come on, Faithie. I need someone to help me decide what to do with her."

But Faith lifted Lila into her arms, holding the girl close, and that was all it took.

Lila burst into tears.

"Shh, shh Lilabean. I'm sorry she was mean."

Between her tears, Lila managed, "She hates me, she hates being baby and she thinks I'm stupid."

"Let Kinsley go please, sugar?"

Lila's objection was immediate. "She loves Bree more than me!"

"She doesn't and you know it." Faith sounded almost scolding in her answer. "Kinsley loves you more than anything in the whole world, you're her sun and moon, you're the center of her sky. Will you please let her go?"

Through tears, ignoring Bree's desperate squirming, she said, "Kinsley is a good Mama who loves me." That was apparently it, Kinsley's body relaxed and there were tears in her eyes.

"Of course I love you most of all, princess." The three of them were hugging, none of them had dry eyes. And then they were gone.

When Jo's head appeared over the bed, looking down at me, hope sprang anew. But Jo's eyes were sad as she reached down and stroked the girl's short hair.

"Oh Bree." She sighed, stroking the girl's hair. "I tried so hard to tell you, all you had to do was let yourself be loved. Stop struggling and everything would be good. I'm really sorry it turned out this way."

From behind the pacifier, Sabrina begged, whimpering and whining not unlike the "cry" she had done to get a bottle just that morning.

"There's nothing I can do to help you, hun, even if I wanted to. We can all see how damaged you are, the same way all of us are. But that's what family is about, helping each other and healing that damage. All you had to do was play along and you'd live happily and comfortably... why couldn't you just do that? I thought you were learning?" Tears began to flow as Jo stroked her hair. "Shh, it'll be okay. Lila's a sweetheart, really. She wouldn't do anything awful to you, not really. In the end, you'll come out better for all of this. I know it's hard to see now, but you will."

Bree could only sob while Jo tried to comfort her, to console her. All she could do was wallow in self pity, telling herself again and again that she had only wanted to help...

When Lila returned with a pair of headphones, she walked directly over to the bed. "After a lot of thought, I'm going with my original plan. You're going to spend some time as my sexytime toy, you're going to live in my bed and Jo's going to feed you and change you while Faith and I go back to our normal pre-Bree days. Y'know, video games mostly. And you and I can sex every night! It'll be great. When it's time for Jo to go again, I'll probably turn you into another sister. But Faith convinced me on how much you need us, I've decided you're never leaving."

Jo gently put a hand on Lila's shoulders. "I know that those mean boys made you really mad today, but don't you think you're being a little hard on her?"

"I want sexing!" Lila snapped, stomping her foot. "And Faith keeps telling me I can't take the security girl from work and turn her into my sexing toy, so I'm going to use this one. I'm the princess and I want adult-feeling sexytime!"

"Of course," Jo nodded as though any of that made sense. "But if you leave her as a brainless sex toy for too long, she could end up like Emmie..."

With a long, dramatic sigh, Lila's shoulders sank. "Fine. You're right. Bree will be my sexytime toy for a week and then I'll turn her into a little sister. I'm so mad at her for cutting all of her hair off, she's going to look so cute in pigtails and it's going to take so long. You're a real dummy for not seeing how pretty you are, stupid Bree."

"You're such a good girl," Faith smiled, patting Lila playfully on her diapered bottom. "I think she's going to make a really wonderful little sister... what if you make her extra bratty so we can punish her lots?"

"Faithie that's a great idea!" Lila beamed. "Okay Bree, after your week as my sexytime toy - and I'm gonna sex you lots and lots and lots - you're going to be my bratty little sister who's always getting in trouble and getting punished. I think I'm going to make your favorite toy just blocks like a dumb baby... and I thiiiiiiink... Faithie, should we let her always fail potty training, or should we just make it diapers forever and ever and ever?"

"Oh definitely diapers forever." Faith nodded, answering immediately without a hint of hesitation. "You already gave her four potions so she's halfway there. Jojo stopped you from giving her the full ten because she didn't realize what a dumb, bratty baby Bree is."

"You're just right, Faithie." Lila looked at the other dolls with love and affection before she stepped closer, lowering the headphones onto Bree's ears. "Goodbye Bree. Just remember, you did this to yourself."

Sobbing, Bree could do nothing as Jo fixed a soft sleeping mask over her face and the sounds of the Wheels on the Bus blocked out everything else.

Playing again and again and again...