She shook her head

House-Rule #3: Babies don't change themselves.

"I'll... I'll stay in it a bit longer if I can," Sam murmured, trying to keep her voice level as she sat with her wet diaper exposed. She recognized what Cassidy and Kristen were doing, trying to normalize her situation, and she deeply appreciated them for their concern and patience. She just didn't know if she could bring herself to see it as they did, even though she knew it was what she had to do, trapped by the norms and expectations that the society outside had imposed upon her.

Maybe it would just take time. She hoped so, at least.

"That's okay, honey," Kristen said, gently patting her on the head. "We'll see if breakfast can't get something out of you, but until then..."

"Mom! Changies!" Cassidy cried exuberantly beside her, stretching her arms out eagerly towards Kristen.

"Yes, baby girl, changies!" Kristen exclaimed in a similar tone, sweeping Cass into a bridal carry. With Cassidy's arms looped around her neck, she swung her around once, twice, before promptly depositing her onto a waiting changing mat. "Now, who's a soggy little girl? Are you a soggy girl, Cassy? You can't even make one night without pee-peeing yourself?"

"Uh-huh," Cassidy replied, grinning pointedly as she set her legs skywards and shook her soggy bottom to and fro as she squirmed mightily beneath Kristen's imposing figure.

There was a rhythm to the baby-talk and teasing and every coochie, coochie, coo between the two women (and they were women, despite what their attire said). A pattern that Sam didn't know but couldn't help but be intrigued by. The easy playfulness, the intimacy, was she envious? Jealous? She didn't know.

Her thoughts turned as Kristen's hands swept down to the tapes along Cassidy's waist. One, two, three, four, before the diaper flopped out under its own weight, providing her a view directly to her foster sister's clean-shaven crotch. Cassidy's legs rested on Kristen's shoulders as she worked. It was like watching a stage production or a soft-core porno.

Cass caught her eye and giggled, popping her pacifier out. "You're drooling, sis," amused that Sam actually reached up to the corner of her mouth. She flashed her a smile. "Don't worry, it ain't nothin' I haven't gotten before."

"Someone thinks she's irresistible, doesn't she?" Kristen teased, blowing raspberries on Cass's stomach as she taped Cassidy into a daytime diaper. This diaper was colored white and came with only two oversized tapes instead of four but, while not as thickly padded as their nighttime diapers, still had cutesy designs like all of the diapers manufactured locally.

"Mo-m-Mom!" Cassidy laughed through the giggles, pushing herself up. "We need to get dressed!"

"Alright, alright, let's get you two dressed for the day. We can't be wasting too much time up here after all." Kristen agreed, grabbing the hem of Cassidy's onesie and smoothly pulling it off Sam's foster sister. Who isn't wearing a bra. Who's naked, except for her diaper.

She will swear the noise that escapes her is not a squeak, but Cassidy and Kristen giggled all the same.

"You too, Sammy," her foster mother said warmly, smiling as she steps over to pull Sam's belly shirt off. She doesn't resist, feeling too overwhelmed to do anything beyond sit and look. She's wearing a sleeping bra, at least.

When Kristen takes off her shirt as well, Sam is at least thankful she's wearing a bra as she helps her to her feet. She's trying very hard not to sneak looks at her foster sister as Kristen goes into the walk-in closet.

"It's okay to look, sis," Cassidy's voice whispered in her ear, making her jump. Her foster sister-Cass, is right in front of her, giving her a face full of boob.

House-Rule #9: Babies *and* Adults have nothing to embarrassed about, naked or otherwise.

"Cassidy!" Sam's affronted voice half-mumbled, half-shouted, almost despite herself. She took a step back from her grinning foster sister.

Cassidy laughed. "What? It's perfectly natural," she added with a wink, casting a thoughtful look at the closet. "I'm thinkin'... tickle attack. What about you?"