Sabine is the baby, Nora the mommy.

There was a line for admission, but Sabine and Nora had preordered their entry on-line and had the receipt, so they flashed their tickets, signed the proper documents, were given their admission bracelets and were escorted through the visitor's entrance. Much like waterparks, all visitors must wear identifying wristbands to show that they were legal patrons

Sabine was given a bracelet that was a bright pink. Those who were to experience Daycare Land's services as babies were given a colored bracelet, pink ones for girls and blue ones for boys. Nora's bracelet was a stunning white. This indicated that while she was not going to be babied, she was still allowed admission. People who wore white bracelets were called "parents" by the park, as they were often the personal escorts of those who wore pink or blue bracelets, acting as their parental-guardians during their stay.

The locker room they were brought to were similar to the kind of lockers you would find in a high school or college, though much, much cleaner. The lockers were interchangeably red, blue and yellow, the hues making them look more like stacked blocks than organized lockers. The room was massive, filled with row upon row of lockers and benches.

Sabine and Nora were met with another (though comparatively smaller) line by a booth, freshly admitted patrons being given items that they will need for their time at the park. When Nora and Sabine made it to the front, the employee asked to see their bracelets, asking one of her peers for a girl's set when she saw Sabine's pink bracelet.

"You're in luck, we had just received a fresh batch of laundry," said the employee.

The employee gave Nora what looked like a cheaply manufactured gym bag that was bright pink. She unzipped the bag, revealing the contents to be something of a starter kit provided by the park. The clothes she had received were warm and smelled of fabric softener. On-top of the new clothes were what looked like a white, folded and unused diaper big enough for Sabine, a small disposable shaker full of baby powder, an equally small bottle of baby oil, a pink pacifier and a key with a tag labeled "A122".

"Come on baby-girl. Time to get you dressed," said Nora.

Sabine practically skipped over to the center of the room. Instead of more lockers, there was a startlingly large foam-matt designed to look like a massive jigsaw puzzle. There were men and women of varying ages that were on their backs in varying stages of undress as other "parents" and even a few employees helped apply diapers onto some of the attendants. Without a word, Nora reached for the heim of her friend's shirt and started to undress her. Sabine raised her arms to make it easier for her, having been undressed for their roleplaying sessions before, but she blushed with embarrassment as she has never really undressed while other people were around.

Sabine tried to cover her breasts with one of her arms, feeling a few wondering eyes in the unisex locker-room, but was soon led by the arm over to the massive changing mat. She was on her back as Nora expertly powdered and diapered her. The diaper itself was a bland white, yes, but it was printed with the image of Daycare Land's mascot - an anime-esq teddy bear in a onesie - instead of the wetness-indicating lines usually found on adult incontinent underwear. Nora helped her up, leading her back to one of the benches over by their locker.

"Let's see what we have here," said Nora as she unfolded what would become her uniform. "Oh my god, this is going to look so adorable on you," she cooed.

The shirt looked similar to that of a sundress or a pink princess costume, but the skirt was so short that it may as well have been a mini-t for all of the modesty it allowed. After she pulled it over Sabine's head, she stuck the pink pacifier into Sabine's mouth, the baby accepting it as she began to suck on it. Nora took out a pair of scrunchies and tied her hair into a pair of adorable pig-tails to complete the look.

As they walked to the exit, Nora holding her hand as Sabine awkwardly wattled due to the extra padding in-between her legs, when they came across what looked like a line of strollers. They were all designed for housing a minimum of two "babies" - complete with buckles and cup-holders - all holstered like shopping carts. The employee manning it asked Nora and Sabine if they wanted one too.