She sends him to Daycare while the movers move them in.

Jordan and his mom, who led him by the hand like a good mommy should, walked down the sidewalk.

"Alright Jordan," said his mom. "The movers are running a little late, but I called ahead and set you up an appointment at this facility. If you like it, we can visit this place every other day. That way, I can make sure my special baby boy can be taken care of."

Beginner's Luck had all the hallmarks of a gated community. It had a public park, playgrounds for the kiddies, a few denominational churches, temples and synagogs, even a public pool. Being an infantilist colony, it also had something unique; a specialized daycare center.

The town had grade schools and even an admittedly small community college, but the neighborhoods themselves had their own daycare centers that catered to the ABDL lifestyle. Funded by tax-payer dollars and a small admittance fee, the Queen Bee Daycare Center for Children of All Ages provided all of the benefits and experiences of daycare for babies of all shapes and sizes.

The daycare center was one-story tall, with large windows with paper taped against the window, showing off crayon drawings and finger-paintings. There were large trees that gave shade to the lawns, and there was even a playground. We walked in and found the lobby.

"Hello, welcome to Queen Bee's. Are you here for pick-up or dropping off?" Asked the secretary at the desk. She was black, with big curly hair and red, pointed glasses.

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Krieger, we spoke on the phone yesterday about an appointment."

The woman looked to her computer.

"Ah yes, here you are Mrs. Krieger. You're here to drop off your son?"

The woman looked at Jordan and gave her a wave. Feeling awkward, Jordan waved back. It was then, as the woman stared at him, did he remember that he really needed to pee. A few drops dripped out of him before it shot out of him, unable to hold it anymore. He felt himself freeze, the sound of urine splashing into the absorbant material of his underwear deafening, though his mommy and the secretary didn't react.

As the two women talked, he felt his wet diaper warm his loins, a drop of shame making his heartbeat hammer in his chest and temples.