Why the heck did I fall asleep so easily? I couldn't help but wonder because even though I had already established that I was a child.
I hadn't done anything that wasted my energy.
All I had done was observe my surroundings, and that was just from the limited movement that I had done.
The woman had simply taken me through the house, up to my room, and set me down.
But I had fallen asleep within literally 5 minutes.
I took a mental note, I really have to make sure that don't keep this habit up.
Even if I keep this up it shouldn't be to bad of a habit because sleeping isn't truly bad, I just needed to make sure that I slept safely.
And being in an unknown place with someone unknown around made for a dangerous situation.
I am lucky that the woman isn't outright hostile, but I should still be careful around her, I thought.
The woman seemingly wasn't hostile, but I shouldn't let my guard down completely.
After having that thought I took a quick look around my crib.
There was something new.
The crib was still by its lonesome with only the black box to comfort it, but despite the supposed comfort I couldn't help but feel scared because there was a camera right on the wall.
It wasn't looking at me directly, but I could tell that it was working.
The small pulsing of a red light the size of a period kept appearing on the wall opposed to it.
The camera also moved from side to side like it was looking for anything that moved.
I hadn't sat up yet, and had only rolled over, so I am sure it didn't register to any of my small actions, or ones that looked like a baby sleeping.
This is kinda creepy, I thought.
I hadn't been in a situation like this before, so I had kind of froze.
The camera was only doing its rounds around the room, and supposedly wasn't a threat. I mean there weren't any obvious ways that it would hurt me.
This must connect to that woman, and from her earlier demeanor she isn't a threat, I reasoned with myself.
I wasn't truly sure that she wasn't a threat, but I couldn't truly take any chances.
I wasn't the owner of that camera, and there weren't any obvious tells.
I didn't want to alarm the camera, so I just quietly turned over, and made sure to try to do it as I had done before.
I moved my torso around trying to look as fluid as one could be, and followed that by moving my legs to match it. It was a little struggle getting my legs to rotate, slowly and delicately I aligned myself.
*Squish*
I instantly froze, What is that?
Something unaccounted for had appeared.
I had wet myself.
I had made an oppsie.
I had pissed in my diaper.
What do I do now? I thought.
There wasn't anything really bad about this predicament, but I just don't want to navigate my room cold and wet.
There doesn't seem to be any other way, I realized.
I took a deep breath and started to scream, "WAH!!"
There wasn't anything special about how I screamed because no matter what I tried to do to my voice it came out like a generic baby's cry.
This felt slightly wrong calling for help over a wet diaper.
Nothing about it felt pleasing though.
I kept crying for a while, but nothing had changed.
Where is she, I wondered.
The woman who had taken me in was obviously some kind of mother to me, so she should have been appearing soon enough to check on me, but she hasn't arrived even after over a minute straight of crying.
Suddenly the doorknob started to rattle.
Slowly it started to turn making small jutting movements.
"WAH!" I continued to scream
The door slowly started to creep open, and in walked the woman who I had been waiting for.
She strode across the room and came to my side.
She reached to pick me up, but when she touched my butt her eyes flashed, and she dashed off.
What is she doing? I questioned.
The next time the woman entered the room she was carrying what seemed like a new diaper, and some weird cylinder.
She quickly took off my diaper and stuck her hand in the cylinder.
When it came out, her hand was coated with a white powder which she proceeded to rub all over my private parts.
I was alarmed, What is she putting on my butt!?
After caking me with some weird white powder she put on a diaper and left the room faster than she had come here.
I don't want to have that happen again, I thought as I decided to go back to sleep.
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It had been a while since I had gotten a fresh slap on the butt from some type of motherly figure, but it was most certainly not the last.
I may have tried to keep my diapers dry from that point on, but my did whatever it needed to.
In the end I got through my first week in this new world, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
The woman seemed to be keeping tabs on me, and she came in regularly to keep on feeding me various bottles of what I would guess was a milk supplement, but I didn't really care because it tasted GOOD.
It tasted like the cup noodle after a hard day of work, and I couldn't get enough of it.
Besides bringing me that ambrosia every day I didn't see much of anything, and was kept inside of my room for the entirety of the first week in this place.
And that is an issue.
The cradle had molded to the shape of my newly found chubbiness, and there was nothing I could do other than try to watch the shadows move along the wall.
I may be an edgy teen at heart, but even I knew that watching shadows wasn't entertainment for even the most bored babies.
I should be outside, or at the very least with my mom.
But luckily everything changed on at the start of the new week.