I saw the maid push a section of the wall and watched it open into a table. Other panels slid back to reveal shelves with diapers, powders, and creams. Everything to change baby.
The maid was very much bigger than me and she effortlessly picked me up and put me on the table. I was lifted by my heels and the maid placed a soft diaper under me. I was powdered with sweet smelling baby powder and my diaper was pinned on me.
She said, “Baby can call me Nana. I’ll be here to watch over you and keep you when Vickie’s away. Trust me, Vickie won’t stay away long. You are an adorable Pet”
She lifted me into her arms, gave me a loving kiss, then stood me on my feet. The cloth diaper I had on felt so wonderfully strange. I looked down at it. I felt wonder in my mind. Another unanswered anomaly … I can’t help but wonder about it.
Nana said, “Here baby, step in.”
She held out a pair of plastic lined soft pink rumba panties. I stepped in them and she pulled them gently up.
Nana said softly, “I know baby usually doesn’t wear a top, but Vickie bought you a new dress and she wants you to wear it.”
I am getting confused. I usually … what?? … not quite sure. This seems to be totally new to me. I have no memories of before today. I remember what happened the last time I had pursued one of these elusive memories and didn’t want to hurt that way again. I couldn’t help it though … these were unanswered questions and seemed to be important. They were adding up.
I look up. Nana brings out an absolutely adorable pink and white checkered gingham baby dress with puffy sleeves and lots of lace and ruffles.
Nana says, “Hold up your arms baby, so I can help you in.”