Alexa's First Daycare Day

Alexa woke up absolutely confused. It took her a second to realize where she was, what time it was, who she was. Waking up in the middle of the night was not something usual for the young woman, at least not as clear headed as she was. Alexa, however, had one thought coursing through her mind - she was horny as heck! It had been days since she'd last played with herself, and in the night, hidden as she was in the crib, it felt like the perfect time. Getting the mittens off wasn't an easy task (nor was locating her phone), nor was sneaking out of the crib, but she made it happen.

She was ready to lookup some online material, excited in fact. A few hours lay between her playtime and when Diana would come in to help the girl get ready. That she presumed Diana would be waking her up and getting her ready like a child didn't even cross her mind.

The bunny onesie was easy to slip down, with the diaper and diaper cover not being so pliable. Alexa shimmed her hand down her puffy pampers and began teasing her pussy, using her free hand to search up her porn of choice. She had her headphones, which allowed her to listen to the sounds of a beautiful looking woman being drilled by a just as sexy man. A slight blush tinted her cheeks at the idea of what Diana might think of her if she could see the woman now.

Until the door open, and Diana quite literally caused Alexa with her hands in her pants. Instead of shutting the door or yelling, Diana's eyes went wide, with the woman slipping in the room. She looked none too pleased.

"What in the world are you doing!" Diana said in the harshest whisper she might muster.

Alexa, taken aback, and having been about 10 seconds away from cumming, whispered back a bit louder. "Uhm...Nothing...?"

Diana sighed. Alexa, on her back, hands down her pants, cat headphones on, diaper and diaper cover out, encased in a bunny onesie, felt like a daughter to her at this. Not a teenage daughter, more like an infant daughter, but a daughter none the less. It was time for a birds and the bees conversation.

"Sweetie, I'm not angry, playing with yourself is a normal thing. We all get...." Alexa huffed and was a bit too loud in her response.

"I know about the birds and the bees Diana!"

Diana was annoyed. Here she was, being a bit nice to her charge who was playing with herself a room over from her children, and the girl had the nerve to mouth off to her! The gall.

"Well don't play with yourself when my kids are around, alright? It's..." Diana seemed to choose her words carefully. "Not becoming of a young lady like yourself."

"I'm pretty quiet though..." Alexa muttered.

"That isn't the point!" Diana whispered meanly back. "Just when we aren't in the house, or I don't need you to do something, you can do that. I just don't want my kids to...you know, see it." She said.

Alexa relented. Diana surged forward. "Besides, that stuff rots your brain. Better to find a cute boy!" Diana said squeezing Alexa's cheek.

Diana explained the mornings events and Alexa seemed practically fuming. If only one thing consoled her - the state of her unused diaper. It was a big win!

"Great job on your diaper. Do you mind quickly grabbing clothes off the clothesline, they likely dried overnight and I know you prefer for the neighbors not to see them." Diana said, accompanying the girl downstairs as they silently moved through the house. "And I just need you to put some other things on the clothesline as well. Just some of the kids stuff."

That's how Alexa found herself at the crack of dawn in her bunny onesie taking down her own diapers, while putting up the kids much more...mature clothes. Panties and boxers and everything in between. It was a bit embarrassing, all things considered, but at least no one was really out. Perhaps what made it most mortifying was that as she waddled her way around the clothesline, she quickly felt, and released, right into her diaper. It really was second nature at this point, as bad it sounds, and Alexa found herself thankful that little light covered the backyard. Coming up from her squat, she waddled her way to complete the job. How she had held it during the night but not during the day was a mystery to her. Besides, her mind was still abuzz with a specific...need.

Diana, sipping her morning coffee and making Alexa some food, could recognize from a mile away what the squat and determined face that Alexa had just done meant. Sigh, one step forward, three steps back. At least Diana had finished laying out her outfit for the day, that was a plus.

Alexa was on her back (not that way, though the thought crossed her airy mind), being changed into one of the diapers she'd just taken off the clothesline in a few seconds. First was her cloth diaper, next was her pink diaper cover, then the yellow and black stripe loose shirt, then the "adult" (she ignored the inner writing of Joan) on the clothes, then a pink boy in her long curly hair. Joan even had "donated" her strawberry lunch and orange thermos to Alexa, whom was confused what the whole rush was about. A quick teeth brush later, and Alexa found herself sat in the kitchen, scarfing down the vast portions of food in front of her. Hearty once again, a big bowl of oatmeal with a big heaping serving of peanut butter and a big glass of milk, plus some eggs and ham. It was too much for Alexa, but then again, Diana could cook pretty well. She was stuffed.

"What's the big rush?" Alexa said, finally not thinking with her loins and realizing it was maybe a hour or two early for her to be up. She asked it as Diana helped her with her National University Backpack and patted her on the bum.

"The bus will be picking you up sweetie!" Diana said as she shoo'd Alexa forward. Alexa, confused but glad to have her laptop, looked outside at a small, nice looking van which had pulled into the driveway, emblazoned with LITTLE TYKES DAYCARE PICKUP on the side. A young man, probably a bit older than Alexa, sat in the drivers seat and waved.

"Alexa Johnson?" He asked, pointing to the carseat. "Sorry, due to your height and all, and being the first uhmmm..." He almost said kid. "...pickup, we had to put you in the wayyyyy back."

Alexa huffed and allowed herself to deal with the treatment. If it was any consolation, she had her phone and headphones, which basically let her tune out the influx of kids and the waves of parents. She was annoyed, but work allowed her to escape the annoyance. Alexa got out of the van, phone in hand, without any assistance....and promptly fell flat on her face onto a curb, jaw first, forehead second. The young man rushed over as Alexa collected herself, feeling a sting on her forehead and a dull pain on her two front teeth. She was stewarded into the "daycare" and the same side room she'd been in before, thankfully without the old woman there to mistake her for a child.

"Here you go..." One of the workers said, wiping the blood on her forehead while putting a mirror in front of her face to show the fact that she'd....CHIPPED HER TWO FRONT TEETH? The workers, all of whom around her age, tried their best not to sound condescending as they reassured Alexa over and over again. A quick placement of a cute princess band-aid later, and some ice for her sore head, and Alexa felt fine.

Besides for the obvious wetness in her diaper, losing a bit of her two front teeth, and the fact that she had to take a photo for the daycare. Giving a big cheesy grin out of habit, she soon got her ID and lanyard for the daycare, none of which anywhere referenced adult. Working as kids ran around and daycare workers chased wasn't the best environment, but it helped Alexa to distract herself.

One of the workers came up, about 30 minutes before Alexa was due to walk over to work, and she found a carton of milk and some dates put in front of her "Some food, if you'd like. Your m-....friend had marked you might need breakfast." Alexa, tummy still fully from the hearty meal from earlier, still munched on what was in front of her, as was her nature.

Thankful for her, the churn and pain in her was a lot less than the dull pain in her jaw, meaning she didn't even feel it coming. Leaving the daycare, she headed to work, happy that that part of the morning was over. Over with a bit less teeth and a bruised ego, but over none the less.

Waddling out in a wet diaper, braces, coke bottle glasses, and a National Business Academy on her backpack (not to mention her attire or cute sneakers), you wouldn't have been off to say Alexa barely looked 12. She'd tell you the same. Still, her mind wandered and she cared less about that, and more about the days meetings. It was going to be a long, long day for her.