Preperations

The next couple days were rather peaceful in Delia's book.

"She is such an angel." Delia thought, staring over at the playpen she had erected in the living room. There, Ashlee was playing with her dolls and toys. Her hair had grown out ever so slightly, bringing with it an even more regressed state than she had been mere days ago.

Shifting her attention away, she looked to the collection of baby food jars she had just bought. While Ashlee wasn't a picky eater, she did need all her strength in order to be the best little girl she could be.

Yet, one question hung in the mother's mind - the prospect of daycare. On one hand, it would open up the possibilities of further Ashlee's transformation.

On the other hand, that was opening her up to be spotted and bring further questions her way.

"Decisions, decisions..." Delia told herself.