Chapter Sixteen:

I slept in my crib without protest. Somewhere in the middle of the night, all that Coke hit me and I shrugged off the feeling. I was wearing a diaper, after all. In the morning, Betsy changed me on the changing table in front of the camera and I played up my babygirl lifestyle. Jackie went home to shower and get another few days worth of clothes while Nurse Betsy buckled me into the car seat in the back of her car.

At this point, three days into our documentary, I'd done it all. It wasn't that scary anymore, and there wasn't any point to causing trouble. Do my job. Four more days. What else could they throw at me, anyway? But when Betsy took a wrong turn, onto the highway, I started to wonder...

"Where are we going? The studio is the other way." A quiet cameraman caught my confusion on film.

The cameras didn't miss a single little scrap of her confusion, of that shift from 'I know everything and I'm in control now' to abject alarm. And they didn't miss Betsy's response either, the way she looked up from the wheel into the mirror and smiled with thickly painted lips.

"We're going to see your friend, Sprinkles, today. A little playdate for a little girl." As though her words even meant anything to Leona, that was all Betsy said. She didn't explain where they were going, she didn't explain why they were going there, and she certainly didn't explain who or what a 'Sprinkles' was.

"I don't want to go anywhere. I don't even know--" But Betsy cut me off before I ruined the shot.

"You're cranky because you're up so early. Put your pacifier in and quiet down."

I looked at the camera nervously and then at the woman in the rear view mirror. Resignation came over me. Damnit...

"Fine," I mumbled and fished the pacifier from the ribbon attached to my collar. I put it in my mouth and sulked into the car seat. Who was Sprinkles? Where were we going?

Scott Productions worked out of a converted warehouse in the more industrial area of the city - that there was a park behind the building was happenstance from previous zoning. Conversely, where the car ended up after a drive took an hour or even two, was in a more affluent town: big houses looming on either side of the streets, the sort that required a certain strain of grass in every front yard, and no abodes below two stories tall. It was one of these houses that Betsy pulled the car into, straight up the driveway and mercifully enough, into the open garage door. The sunlight faded as the door closed behind them, and the unnatural pallor of overhead lights took its place.

"Here we are."

'Here' was relative, since I had no idea where 'here' was. Someone's house? I had been in the car for two hours, strapped in this stupid car seat, with nothing to drink but bottles of milk. I wanted coffee, but I didn't dare ask Betsy to stop somewhere on the way. Just as I was nodding off, we pulled off the highway. And a while later, here we were. I rubbed my eyes and kicked my feet. It was finally time to ask.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, has Baby Luvs forgotten already? We're here for your playdate with Sprinkles." Betsy climbed out of the car and the camera crew followed, making sure to capture Nurse Betsy leaning over to unbuckle the adult baby girl from her car seat and pull her into her arms.

Ugh, she was so infuriating! I swear, no one got under my skin quite the way Betsy did. Maybe because she had to have this looming authority, an illusion of control. And worse, I had to play it up. Stupid movie. But it was making me rich, so...

The door on the far side of the garage opened and a woman with long brown hair stood with a wide grin on her face. Then she proceeded to talk to Betsy like they had known each other since grade-school.

"Ohhh Jessie's so excited to have you back! And to have Luvs over - gosh, you're even cuter in person!"

What the fuck was happening? As though they knew the requirement in advance, the camera crew turned off their recording as the trio passed through the door in the rear of the garage.

"The studio has the nursery back here, and then on the other end of this hall is the kitchen, and a door to her stage bedroom. You and your camera people can use any of this area, but don't stray into the house proper - Jessie likes her line between Day and Play to be clearly defined."

Whatever was happening, wherever they were, it wasn't normal - the corridor had plush, thick, pink carpet, and stenciled designed wallpaper that made it all look like what an artist might have thought a child’s house looked like. And that was before the woman - whom Betsy had used the name in passing of Kate to refer to - opened the door to the nursery.

Abe Scott had a respectable location setup for filming scenes. This was a professionally lit, immaculately appointed, sweet baby powdery scented wonderland - a rabbit hole for Leona to tumble down into.

...this was a studio? No, this was a nursery. I'd been in the whole adult baby modeling business for a few years, but we didn't spend a lot of money on furniture or set design for two reasons: 1.) Abe was cheap, and 2.) my photosets spoke for themselves.

The thing was, I never wanted any of it. The crib, the playpen, the changing table... I was content with diapers I never used and outfits I only wore on set. But this place wasn't built for just taking pictures; it was built to be used. And that's when I noticed the girl on the floor with soft pink hair, coloring on the floor, in nothing but a t-shirt and a purple boutique diaper. Another model...? No. An adult baby.

The cameras came on in time for introductions. "Sprinkles, baby, your friend Baby Luvs is here."

The little pink haired girl didn't look up from her coloring, sucking fervently on her pacifier with a look of concentration.

"Princess Sprinkles, you get your little crinkletush over here, young lady, Baby Luvs has come to play and if you're a brat, I'm not afraid to spank you right here in front of her." Kate looked at Betsy and explained. "You know how kids can be at this age."

That seemed to get the girls attention though, because she put her crayon down and looked up with puffed out cheeks, trying to babble around her binky.

"But Mommy..."

"No butts or I'll be tanning yours, get over here right now young lady and introduce yourself with a proper curtsy."

Yeah, this Kate woman and Betsy clearly had a lot in common. Betsy dropped me down to my feet and my dress rode up in the process. I should have been more embarrassed, flashing my diaper to the two women I had only just met, but they clearly knew who I was. They'd probably seen my website. I'd never interacted with an adult baby before...

"Umm... hi," I said with a childish wave. I was mastering the childish mannerisms this week.

"Hi! I'm Sprinkles!~" Her voice inflected upward, sweet and adorable like someone might actually imagine an adult baby to be: tightly pulled words and sweet inflection, expressed through her entire body with her mannerisms and all done with a binky in her mouth. "D'you wan play?"

I looked up at Betsy like she knew the answer. She rolled her eyes and prompted me forward with her hands, until I almost bumped into Sprinkles. She was taller than me, by a few inches. Her hair was wavy and long, a soft pink. And jeeze, she was pretty...

"Umm... okay. If you wanna." Without hesitation, she took my hand and dragged me across the room toward her coloring books. Why was this happening, anyway? Was it Betsy's idea? Where was Abe?

"This is my crayons an' this is my coloring book an' this is Mr. Chow Wow Many Pants, bu' you can jus' call her Chowie b'cause tha's what she likes bes'est." Sprinkles was holding up a stuffed bear dressed in a pretty gown, that she’d called both "Mr" and "She" in the same breath.

"Yer preddy." She noted, as though she herself wasn’t a literally perfect wet dream fantasy.

...okay. This was weird. But the cameras were on. They focused on the two of us, sitting on our padded behinds. So I put on my best little girl voice, which was pretty damn good for only a few days of practice!

"Uhhuh you're pretty too! Super pretty." I grabbed one of her crayons from the box and flopped down on my tummy to color, exposing the crest of my diaper underneath the dress for the camera to see. I may not be an adult baby, but I knew how to get their attention.

The two of them colored, like coloring was the only important thing in the whole wide world. Like coloring was an adequate entertainment activity for two women who were, underneath it all, adults who should have mortgages and PTA meetings, and not be laying on a plush carpet in diapers and coloring with crayons. The camera crew stayed - but there were four other filming devices, too, one each in two of the corners of the ceiling, one by the lamp, and one aimed down at the crib: it was clear to even the most casual observation that the nursery was streamed live, 24/7.

It didn't take me long to catch on. She lived like this all the time. Not just for pictures or for a week - this was her life. That was so fucking weird to me. But as long as the cameras were on, I couldn't really say anything. I kept coloring as the minutes ticked by, but my heart wasn't in it. I drifted off in thought and colored outside the lines lazily, while Sprinkles hummed to herself like this was the most exciting thing in the world.

"Le's play dress ups okay?" Like a spring trap, Sprinkles got to her feet, and then... fell back to her knees, unfazed by this experience caused by wearing diapers. She crawled over the carpet to a large tote tub with 'Clever Disskysez' written on the side in colorful markers. Disguises. Obviously. What else was obvious was how wet her diaper was, too, sagging as she crawled.

...oh. I looked at her awkwardly as she pulled the tote to the center of the room. She was wet already? I didn't even notice until she bent over like that.

"Here, this is for you!"

She handed me a big hat and started going through the dresses. Costumes, probably from Halloween stores. I put the hat on my head and rolled my eyes. This was so stupid.

"D'you wan' to be a pirate or a fairy or fairy pirate?" Apparently those were the only options, despite the container which overflowed with possibility. Fairy or Pirate or Fairy Pirate. Sprinkles didn't seem to be bound by her own rules, though, as she was tugging a long white dress over her silky pink hair that was obviously part of an… angel, or bride, or something like that.

"Uh... a fairy, please." I didn't know how she acted like that, or why she would. It was like playing dress up with a real child. I looked up at the cameras in the corners and wondered... what was this girl's aesthetic anyway? Do people like to watch her just act like a baby 24/7? It seemed like a pretty lame market.

"These are your wings, here, lemme help you put them on!" And so she did. Why was I here? What was Abe getting out of this?

Sprinkles pulled a feather boa over her shoulders and a hoop skirt up her legs, which was already covered by the gown she'd put on. She looked like a ridiculous mishmash of color and style, and when she managed to get to her feet she jumped up and down and giggled happily.

"'kay lets play ok I'm the mommy and yer the baby fairy princess so you gotsa do what I says okay?"

I opened my mouth in surprise. "I... uh..." What? I was the baby fairy princess? She was the one that had pissed herself, and she wasn't even asking for a change! I puffed out my cheeks. But... this wasn't worth an argument. She was no different than a kid. If a kid wanted to play house, then you play house.

"Uh huh, okay. I'm the princess."

"Uhhuh and I'm the prince!" Wait wasn't she just the Mommy? "Okay we're going married ok Chowie is the marryinger person an' you gots listen to her OK?"

There was a genuine excitement to Sprinkles, to the way she acted, to how she presented herself. Obviously, if this was how she lived, it was easy to understand how she'd sink so deeply into this. But the truth was, as Leona would soon find out, she didn't live like this full time.