start as a toddler immediately

Rebecca pondered Nanny Malory's words carefully, weighing the pros and cons of each option. After a moment of reflection, she made her decision.

"I want to start as a toddler immediately," Rebecca said with a determined nod, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.

Nanny Malory's eyes lit up with approval, a warm smile spreading across her face. "That's wonderful, dear. I'm so glad you've made that choice."

As the van continued its journey, Rebecca's anticipation grew. She was ready to leave behind the complexities of adulthood and embrace the simplicity of childhood.

But as the van came to a stop and Nanny Malory prepared to open the door, Rebecca reached for her seatbelt, eager to disembark. However, her efforts were met with frustration as she realized she couldn't release the buckle.

Confusion clouded Rebecca's expression as she tugged at the seatbelt, unable to free herself. Nanny Malory noticed her struggle and moved closer, a knowing smile on her lips.

"It's alright, dear," Nanny Malory reassured her. "That's a child lock. Only adults can open them."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized her mistake. She glanced down at Nanny Malory's armband, noticing the small chip embedded within. It was a symbol of authority, a reminder of the distinction between adult and child.

With practiced ease, Nanny Malory reached over and released the seatbelt, freeing Rebecca from her restraint. Taking her hand gently, she led Rebecca out of the van and towards the entrance of the facility.

Rebecca followed Nanny Malory as they approached the front desk of the facility. A kind-looking woman in her thirties greeted them with a warm smile, her demeanor friendly and welcoming.

"Hello, Nanny Malory," the woman said cheerfully. "Who do we have here with you today?"

Nanny Malory returned the smile and gestured towards Rebecca. "This is Rebecca Anderson, one of our new students."

The woman then looked up form her computer screen, her tone light and playful. "So, at which level is Rebecca starting?"

Nanny Malory's expression was proud as she replied, "Rebecca will be starting at the toddler level."

The woman's smile widened, and she turned her attention back to Rebecca, her tone teasing. "Ah, starting as a toddler, are we? You must be a good little girl if you're choosing diapers over panties, huh?" She punctuated her remark with a playful wink.