Rachel watched the car with fear as it sped round the bend, was her old life really over?
“Don’t worry baby doll, your safe here.” Margaret squeezed Rachel’s hand gently.
Rachel was reassured by Mary’s presence and smiled at her, it wasn’t so bad here really, it would be paradise save for having to pose as a diapered little girl.
After breakfast they cleaned their teeth and Margaret put Rachel on the changing table, removing her dressing gown and bunny slippers.
“My my my little Rachel, how you do seem to love being diapered!” Margaret teased tammy
“See how much fun diaper changes are with Aunty Margaret?”
“Y-yes,” Rachel sighed happily.