Gina's Day with Cutie

The deal was made, Cutie would be picking up Gina after her nap. A nap that she only has to take because she gets very bored, with her adult mind trapped in her useless body. Today's breakfast was just a formula bottle, lunch was a blended bowl of spinach salad and grapes with yet another formula bottle. She woke up wet, after breakfast she wet again but "that diaper is barely damp", so it stayed on through lunch. She spent the morning in the play fence, while she detested all the baby toys, they did serve as unintended physical therapy devices, she could grab a block or ball and move it from one place to another, her working theory is that such a triviality must not trigger her curse as it did nothing for her to "play" except justify her family's infantilization of her.

Waking up from her nap, she felt the warm soft mess of her bottom, meaning she slept through pooping. It was uncomfortable and while she couldn't call out for help, she had a big pacifier strapped around her head, she coulddo whats become an increasingly common act, cry. She worked up a whine and fuss, enough that the light on her baby monitor would blink.

Her mother came in, turning the lights back on. "Yep, I smell where lunch went. Lets get you ready for your sitter." Her mom said, letting the rail down and helping Gina stand enough to toddle the steps needed to get to her changing table.

Gina flops down in the lowered section, again mashing the putrid mess all around what used to be a desirable body. It was just another reminder, she shit in her diaper, noone else did it, this is how she lives now.

The seat raises and lays out, now more eager to be clean than to keep fighting the inevitable. Her mother pushes her legs back and wipes her butt. "You know, sometimes I'm just a bit jealous, you seemingly don't grow hair, is your widdle ginny just so cutesy wootsy?" Her mother babbled at her, Gina's cheek flush with embaressment but they also get heated as her mom tickles her lips, Gina was so close to cumming from such minor attention. But then the thicker tug of the diaper rash preventative cream kills that mood. Her pussy and ass getting a coating of white cream, just in case her sitter isn't as attentive as her family.

Her mom gets her dressed in a light blue party dress with crinoline, an embarrassment of bows all over it. Matching ribbons are added to her pig tails, and white sheer socks with little blue bows are put on. No shoes are given, as she wouldn't be walking anyway.

Cutie arrives, without Gina terrorizing him he could have worn pants, but the bully vacuum was quickly filled so he had on a sundress and crocs.

"So in her bag are diapers, a changing mat, some toys, her pacifier if she gets too fussy, and a small container of her formula. Thank you for watching her, it's so good for her to get out of the house and see her big friends." Her mom helpfully explained as Gina was buckled into her stroller.

"Well we all just miss her so much, I almost think I should be paying you for the pleasure of seeing her." Cutie explained, a soft chipper voice, most of the adults outside of no-name high would assume Cutie was female, with everything he had been bullied to wear and say.

So Cutie heads out with Gina, a bit of an overcast day, the breeze was nice. Well for anyone else the breeze was nice, bra-less Gina just resented how much the thin fabric rubbed over her hardening nipple, you could swear the harness was made to frame her breasts and make them the center of attention.