How Home has changed

With Gina's radical change in needs, her home life has radically changed.

Her room was moved from upstairs to downstairs, or rather what is called her room. The clothes that were too difficult to dress her in were thrown out, to be donated to someone that can use zippers, buttons, know which hole a head goes in.

Her new wardrobe makes her want to vomit, the new spring line for her is haute infante, now having onesies, sleeved and sleeveless, with some having frilly ruffles over the butt, have become the staple, thigh high socks filling in the pants gap, keeping her warm but not getting in the way of diaper changes. Her most mature outfits are simple sundresses with pop-art sun, bunnies, unicorns on the hem.

Her bed was deemed to much of a risk, so a lower set one with safety rails had been assembled. "Twin Bed, lowered foundation with safety rails" was advertising jargon for teenager sized crib! She had a bedtime and would be locked in a crib! This insult was met with late night crying and thrashing, but the response was a pacifier that would be strapped around her head and mobile playing soothing music.

What should have been her desk was replaced with a changing table, it had a section in the middle that could raise or lower, so she could be moved from her "chair" and put on that seat, raised up, and then be at an easier height for whoever was changing her to change her. Gina was also not happy about this, but could only flail and kick, so cuffs were added to keep her "naughty bottom" in place to get a fresh diaper on.

Speaking of those horrid puff pads. The ones in the hospital had been plain, medical, servicable. Her mother, trying to "brighten her experience" had found the deranged marketplace of ABDL, adult babies/diaper lovers. So instead of the, relatively, dignified medical prints, Gina now had an assortment of stuffer pads, diaper covers, and prints ranging from plain bright colors to little bunnies and rocking horses, she had been rendered an adult-sized baby, but she was not a fucking diaper lover. Wearing the medical ones, she was showered after each use, that practice quickly stopped though, with the better more absorbant diapers, with proper powder and rash cream, she was just wiped between diapers and got a bath at the end of the day before getting put into her overnight diaper with stuffer pad.

And her "chair". She wasn't in it all day, a section of baby fencing gave her space in the livingroom to crawl in, but it was the easiest way for her family and minders to move her around. It would be more accurate to call it a stroller. It had a tray that could be locked in place or slid down into the side. It had a five point harness with a big plastic column rearing up between her legs, if she didn't have 6 inches of padding in the way that column would stop her from letting her thighs touch. It had a cover that could be pulled over to give her shade, and the liner of the seat could be removed and switched out for washing, so again more bright colors to try to cheer Gina up but make her look even more like a damn baby.

Then those wheels can be locked in place and with that tray, she could have dinner. They tried having more cut up versions of their meals, but Gina could only grab and mash the food, nothing would make it to her mouth. That was when the blender was added, her food would be a pureed mix of the plate, followed with a bottle. Her hair would be tied under a bonnet to keep it out of the way, that was at least a small mercy, as talk of her getting a "pixie cut" floated around, and Gina damn well knew that would look like a bowl cut! Instead it now gets put in ponytails with bright ribbons...