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Username: marybethsanford, Sep/15/2005 23:12:38 [-04]

When Joey woke he was already in a ward bed trying to remember what had

happened after he fell. It was a sharp twinge of pain that reminded him of

that fall, discovering a second later, his leg suspended a foot higher

than the bed. Joey also discovered he was wearing a disposable diaper

which left him only slightly irritated. Only slightly because the pain in

his leg, and a nasty headache made it clear he wasn't about to jump out of

bed to go to the bathroom.

"Well good morning. Nice to see you awake finally. Do you remember being

brought here," the nurse asked looking down at Joey and smiling as she

added, "Honey, I'm going to change you and I may move your leg a little.

I'll try not to, but I'm afraid I will have to move you slightly."

"OK. How long have I been here," Joey asked ignoring what the nurse had

just said about changing him.

"Just a bit under two days. You came in after they found you in the alley.

Nasty fall, but I've been told it could have been worse if you hadn't

landed on some cardboard boxes," The nurse said and added, "I'm Julie.

Julie Anderson, your day nurse. I've been the one changing you if you

remember. Some do remember is the reason I mention it. Listen, if you're

up to it they, as in the paper people, are going to need some information

so we can let your parents or relatives know you're OK."

"Head hurts," Joey said clamping his eyes shut to the headache first, but

also because of Nurse Julie as he heard the first tape of his disposable

tear open. She was talking, but also going about the task of changing him.

Joey noticed then that he was wet, and that bit of information brought

with it a slight bit of guilt. A moment later that guilt from wetting a

diaper brought a slight glow of embarrassment to his cheeks.

What made it only a little better was that small bit of news Nurse Julie

had let him in on. A sudden realization that came with the fact that these

people didn't know who he was. Those paper people, Julie mentioned, wanted

information to contact his parents. OK, so they didn't know who he was

and, he thought, how could they.

No identification, no questions asked nor answered, till now. They had

nothing on him since he obviously arrived in a coma and just as obviously

had nothing but whatever those boys left him in. Those boys had taken the

last things he'd had, thank you very much. Joey lay there pondering

happily this new bit of luck. That luck more so, because it also meant his

uncle also didn't know he was here.

Joey had run away twice before this, although the last two times he'd had

just as bad a time of it as this one. It was his face and size that left

him vulnerable all three times now, with this last adventure even worse

than those two previous times. The boy that took his jacket, pants and

shirt, causing him to fall was typical of those on the streets only this

time, Joey mused, it could very well have worked to his advantage.

"Did I come in wearing anything? Maybe I had a name tag on a shirt or

something," Joey asked testing this woman.

"Afraid not. Just your under shorts and a tee shirt, or so I've been

told," Julie noted.

"So why does my head hurt," Joey said squinting slightly from the

throbbing pain.

"Honey, you've got a fracture of the tibia and a mild concussion. They've

suspended your leg so there is less risk of a clot from the bruising. Your

headache should be going away soon as well. After I change you, I'll give

you some aspirin," Nurse Julie said as she continued pulling the tapes

holding his diaper on.

"I'm guessing you're hungry, but the doctor will have to see you first

because of the head injury. Right now you're taking in most of what you

need through the IV. You're lucky in a way, another day in that coma, and

you would have gotten a feeding tube. What's your name honey," Nurse Julie

asked casually as she undid the last of the four tapes of his disposable.

No identification and they didn't know his name, Joey mused happily, but

to himself. It was right then that Joey decided to remain comfortably

ignorant of who he was. He wasn't medically competent to know if his head

injury could cause amnesia or not, but it was worth a shot.

It was worth it to see if the system might be a little kinder to him if

they didn't actually know him, or that he was sixteen and a runaway. Joey

also knew his uncle wouldn't report him missing since his uncle would be

glad he'd run off. 'Good riddance to bad rubbish' Joey mused, to himself,

over what his uncle might say.

Concussion? That's what the nurse had said. A concussion meant some sort

of trauma to the head or, more importantly, the brain. Again, it was worth

a shot.

"I... I can't remember," Joey said letting a touch of panic cause his

voice to falter.

"Hey, it's OK. Leave it alone for now. It's not that important. Most

likely that's from the concussion. Short term memory loss is typical.

Listen, don't worry about it for now," Nurse Julie said as she tugged the

sodden diaper out from beneath him. Joey noticed he was laying on a

disposable changing pad then wondered why they hadn't used a catheter

instead of diapers.

"Can I go without another one of those," Joey asked not wanting to

actually use the word diaper.

"I'm afraid not honey. That is, unless you're older than twelve, and we're

not sure about that are we? I'm sorry honey, it's policy and automatic for

a juvenile. We had to do that when you come in unconsciousness. The tube

often scares some children," Nurse Julie noted.

"Tube," Joey asked pretending he didn't understand.

"Catheter honey. Sometimes a catheter scares the younger ones so it's

standard policy to go with the disposable diapers instead. Do you know how

old you actually are," Nurse Julie asked.

"Not sure? I can't remember," Joey said allowing that tremor and touch of

fear back in his voice and realizing as he said it, given what the nurse

had just said, that he'd get diapered again. 'Unless you're older than

twelve', the nurse had noted and that meant something else newly added as

well.

Joey took a second or two to play it over in his head. OK, so anyone

twelve and younger got diapers instead of a catheter. So that explained

the diaper. That also meant someone, most likely the doctor, guessed his

age at twelve or younger.

Joey almost smiled at this break he'd been given. Like it or not, allowing

for that diaper left them thinking he was younger than a teenager. This

was too good to be true, Joey mused, as he laid there now exposed to the

nurse and suddenly glad she was a nurse.

"Just you never mind that. It's really OK, and the last time I push you.

Honestly, we don't need to know any of that yet. Tell you what, when I get

the disposable on you I'll cover you with the sheet this time. I'll also

talk with the doctor and if he says it's OK, we'll try using the bed pan

now that you are awake," Nurse Julie noted just as she tugged his diaper

free and added, "the doctor, when the police asked, is positive your not a

teen yet so we are sort of stuck with at least one more of these. I'm

sorry."

"I understand," Joey said trying to decide what to do with all of this new

information.

Joey watched for a moment as Julie expertly rolled the sodden diaper

closed using the tapes themselves to hold the wet diaper into a ball. He

was still a bit irritated over a diaper until he thought about it again in

those seconds he lay exposed. A diaper made him appear younger. Younger

and more vulnerable. Vulnerability would bring with it a bit more

sympathy.

'That diaper was a good thing' Joey mused.

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Username: marybethsanford, Sep/15/2005 11:21:52 [-04]

Joey decided that the diaper was a very good thing. As bad as it might

seem, there were advantages here, Joey mused, and just as he thought that

Nurse Julie tugged a wipe loose from a container on his bedside stand.

Another thought struck him, making him almost smile, as Julie used the

wipe. He could definitely tolerate a diaper for the sake of those wipes.

Joey closed his eyes to the pleasure of it as Julie pulled still another

wipe from the container. The two wipes, and Julie's attention to making

sure he was clean, left him deciding this really could be OK. Those

disposables would definitely be an advantage all around, he decided, not

missing the fact he also didn't mind how it felt right then. 'Kind of nice

not having any choice,' Joey mused.

"Do you remember anything about the accident honey," Julie asked, one last

time, as she slipped a fresh disposable between his legs before rolling

his hip a little and with that roll a slight twinge of pain from his leg.

Julie did the same thing from the other side till the diaper was fully

under him. With the diaper in place it only took her a few seconds to

sprinkle a little baby powder over him before bringing the crinkling

material between his thighs to tape it closed.

"No," Joey said in mock frustration allowing his eyes to well up some.

Acting was a skill Joey learned on the streets. The best actors got set

free when the cops busted you.

"OK, never mind. Just thought I'd try one more time. We are not going to

worry about it for now. I'm sure you will begin remembering as you heal.

Now let me get you that aspirin and then your doctor," Julie said as she

fused with Joey's new disposable for a bit longer.

With the diaper tapped closed, Julie turned her attention to the IV unit,

flicked it with a finger, then checked on the monitor that was pumping

what went in Joey. Julie, checked the bag, the meter, then made a notation

on a clip board before picking up the sodden diaper Joey had used. She

slipped the bed sheet over Joey's diaper as promised.

Joey was a little street wise anyway, having been on those streets, more

or less, since his uncle took him in. Right now that hospital was far

better than going home. Even when he was with his uncle he only went

inside to eat and ultimately to sleep. Joey hadn't really had a home since

his parents disappeared.

Joey's uncle had been nice in the beginning. He was great right after his

parents were reported missing. Great for a time, till taking care of a kid

became more and more bothersome. Joey's uncle had grown less and less

patient as each day passed. By the time Joey was eight he hated his uncle,

and he was sure his uncle felt the same way about him.

Joey ran away the first time at twelve discovering, when he returned home

on his own, that his uncle hadn't even bothered to report him missing.

Most likely would never have and he got that bit of information, as a

hint, from the disappointing look on his uncle's face when he showed up

again.

When his uncle warned him after that second time about not letting him

back home Joey didn't much care. Unfortunately he had to because that was

the law, but Joey's uncle made it clear he was pissed. Joey planned his

next liberation slightly better.

This third time Joey had taken a hundred bucks from his uncle's jar,

packed his school back pack and headed once again for the big city. A

different big city this time using the money to bus himself there, and a

bit wiser. Joey had a drunk purchase his bus ticket and he was two cities

away by the time his uncle woke. Although again, Joey knew he wouldn't be

missed.

Joey had never been fingerprinted and wasn't in any school year book and

that was because he'd missed the picture days. Those two missing items

kept him out of most systems. If his uncle had filed him missing, which

was doubtful, they would be looking for an older boy without even a

picture. Even Joey's school didn't really know him because he was hardly

there.

On occation, Joey did home schooling so his uncle could still travel for

the construction company he worked for. Those two additional bits of

information Joey had, left Joey feeling secure that no one would know who

he was no matter how hard they looked. No one knew him, and it wasn't

likely they were going to unless he said something, and Joey had just

decided not to. The nurse had bought his amnesia story easily.

Nurse Julie, now finished with her immediate duties, brought Joey his

aspirin in the same style paper cup as his water and a promise that the

doctor would be in soon to check him over. Joey fell asleep feeling pretty

good over this new set of circ-umstances and the feel of his fresh diaper

between his legs. That last thought came in his sleep with the image of

Nurse Julie topless in his dream. Topless and about to breast feed him.

Detective Beckman, Juvenile Division, sat with Rose Partridge of Social

Services with both sitting across from Dr. Sanders. The boy's fingerprints

were not in any system that Beckman tried and his description didn't fit

any of the boys reported missing in the city or, for that matter the state

so far. Going past the state lines in a wider search would take a while

longer the detective noted.

Rose Partridge was there because Dr. Sanders estimated Joey's age to be

ten to twelve give or take a year. No more than twelve he'd guessed

incorrectly which meant that Joey was immediately and officially now a

ward of the state and currently under Rose's authority.

Joey, thankfully, was small for his age, always had been and that was some

of the reason he'd lost his backpack with his money that first day off the

bus. Unfortunately his attempt to hide from those boys put him directly

into the clutches of a much older boy on that second story roof. That was

the boy who took his jacket, pants and shirt and with their struggle the

cause of his fall. Joey, in those seconds thought he was going to die. He

didn't.

So far so good Joey mused almost a full day later in his hospital bed. His

leg was laying flat and while it still hurt some he was moving it a little

with the soft brace. Joey decided at some point between yesterday and

today that he was also incontinent. Officially Joey didn't know why or

couldn't remember why he wet, but he was taking advantage of what the

doctor had said.

Joey was comforted by the doctor explaining that the trauma itself could

have been the cause of his involuntary wetting, which also induced his

amnesia. A number of things might cause incontinence the doctor said

trying to comfort Joey.

Joey was also taking advantage of that small embarrassing luxury of

wearing diapers so he could be changed by Nurse Julie during the day. She

was slightly more motherly than Nurse Tracy Tucker, his night nurse,

although both used those wonderful baby wipes.

Ironically that last part, that part about his being incontinent was what

helped mold Rose Partridge's decision when she began formulating a short

term strategy for Joey's care. The boy suffered from amnesia and might,

for some short amount of time, if it was just physical, that is. Although,

if it was mental, perhaps much longer. She had to take that into

consideration.

Joey's incontinence as well might be connected to his injuries, but most

likely had to do with something else before that fall, the doctor noted

and with caution. In any event they believed they had a preteen boy

suffering from amnesia and still in need of diapers. In this case that was

all a good thing according to Rose Partridge.

It was a good thing to Joey as well. Fortunately this left Joey now in the

foster care system. He'd been told that carefully so as to not upset him,

and he'd played that one out with a few tears just for effect. It was

blowing Joey away this newest bit of news and good fortune.

If Joey played his cards right, given his estimated age, he could

literally milk this system till his eighteenth birthday which, instead of

being two years away was now at least six to eight years out. Joey had a

temporary home, he noted happily, as his case worker marked his new

birthday and his age.

Joey was officially now eleven, with his birthday on the day Joey's doctor

pronounced him fit to leave. Sort of like being reborn again, Nurse Julie

said, as she tapped him into a fresh diaper. Rose Partridge wished him

happy birthday as well as she waited for Nurse Julie to finish dressing

him.

Joey, only slightly embarrassed to be wearing a diaper under his new

jeans, happily hobbled to his wheel chair for the ride downstairs to meet

Helen Baker and her partner. He was given a mighty hug by Nurse Julie and

his night nurse Tracy just before their shift change. Those hugs were

followed by a hand shake from Dr. Sanders his primary care physician. They

were all waving still as the elevator doors closed on him, the orderly

pushing his chair and Rose Partridge.

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Helen Baker was the perfect choice for Joey, Rose noted to her supervisor,
a few days before calling Helen. Rose had to review her decision to put
Joey with someone and Helen was perfect. Helen had spent years taking care
of an invalid sister before taking on special needs kids through the
foster care system. Several so far and, as luck would have it, she had no
one at the moment.

Even the room Helen used for her sister and those kids was perfect.
Perfect for a boy still having difficulty getting around that is. Not so
perfect that he was a boy though given it was a bit too juvenile and a bit
too feminine. Moreover, Helen was more than capable of taking care of
someone incontinent besides. All in all, it was going to be a good
placement, Rose mused to herself, as the elevator descended.

Joey's police file, the new one, was changed from active to pending since
all that could be done in finding Joey's parents or guardians had been
done. Detective Beckman filed Joey's information in the top drawer of his
office filing cabinet with a note attached inside that read "pending new
leads".

That more or less closed the case on Joey for the time being and perhaps
forever. Detective Beckman, given his case load, was more than happy to
put another file aside. Besides, the boy was in good hands and that
ultimately was all that mattered.

The fact that Helen Baker had only taken care of girls to this point was
only slightly coincidental to Joey's short term care. Based on what Dr.
Sanders had said about Joey's leg and head injuries, a month under
supervised nursing was most likely going to be all Joey would really need.
That was Helen's specialty for the time being. From there, once Joey's
short term needs were satisfied and pending any further complications,
Joey would or could go into the long term foster care system.

Of course there was also that small chance Joey's parents or guardians
would discover where he was and take him back or Joey would recover his
memory fully and allow contact from that direction. In either case things
were settling in nicely for Joey as the elevator doors opened. All in all
that was how things were right up to that moment when Carol, Helen's life
long partner, turned with Helen to greet their new charge.

Carol's gasp caught Helen off guard causing Helen to turn in her direction
and away from her intended greeting with Joey. The look on Carol's face
surprised Helen who wanted to ask Carol what was wrong. The tears welling
up in Carol's eyes gave Helen a start and furthered her concern in those
seconds. Helen in that instant ignored Joey in his wheel chair completely,
as well as Rose Partridge, now walking towards them.

"I'm OK! Really, go on and take care of the boy, and I'll explain when I
get the chance. Really, I'm OK! Honestly, I was just caught off guard. Go
on and we'll talk later," Carol said turning away quickly to wipe her
eyes.

"You sure," Helen asked still very concerned over her partner's reaction.

"Yes, now go before this gets embarrassing," Carol said with a laugh and
sniffle as she pushed on Helen's arm. Helen turned back at just the
instant Rose Partridge walked up to them.

"Helen, this is John! At least John for now. John, this is Helen Baker and
that is Carol Evans your temporary foster parents for the time being,"
Rose said happily standing between, but to the side of Joey and his two
new foster moms.

The name John was picked for John Doe, only Joey had taking on the name
Dough in a joking way and Rose noted that in her file. Joey, as John now,
had been told that the couple he'd be staying with were same sex, but
perfectly capable of supporting his immediate needs and very wonderful
people besides.

Joey, as John, had no problem with that part of this and still didn't as
he happily greeted the woman that would be taking care of him. Joey took
Helen's hand easily when Helen extended it as she said, "so nice to meet
you John."

"Me too John, in spite of how it looks," Carol said turning while wiping
her nose with a tissue, before extending her hand adding, by way of an
explanation, "Allergies and hospitals."

The orderly wheeled Joey to Helen and Carol's van and between them they
got Joey settled into the middle back seat and buckled in. Joey's leg only
hurt now if he tried moving it too aggressively or put too much weight on
it. That, Dr. Baker promised, would go away in two to three weeks.

Joey's headaches had gone away yesterday morning. When his memory would
return wasn't as clear, but Joey already knew that better than the doctor
did.

Joey, as John, confirmed Helen's question over if he was wet, or not,
fifteen minutes into the ride, promising she'd change him the moment they
arrived home. Joey flushed a bit over his self induced incontinence. It
became somewhat pleasant after three full days and nights of Nurse Helen's
and Nurse Tracy's concerns that he be changed immediately when wet leaving
him more or less happily hooked on his new condition. Mostly it was those
hands of his nurses. Those hands, those baby wipes, and talc-um powder
after that small bit of salve they applied each time against a reddening
they thought might be the beginning of a diaper rash.

Joey's only concern when Helen carried him into the room and she did so
easily, he noted, was that room itself. It was meant for someone incapable
of taking care of themselves and instead of a bed he'd be sleeping in a
metal adult size crib painted white. Of course Helen promised to leave the
side down so it looked less like a crib but it was still a crib. It made
Joey's diaper seem more babyish suddenly.

That room, as well, was also meant for a girl and had been till now. Helen
noted that by way of a another apology for the pinks, pastels and those
slightly too frilly curtains. If it bothered Joey too much she could at
least change the curtains she said and of course the dolls would stay in
the corner for now as Carol removed the ones from the crib. Helen couldn't
do much about the white French and very feminine furniture other than to
shrug.

Joey's other concern, as Helen worked his new jeans off, after his shoes
and socks, was her insistence she put him into cloth diapers and plastic
pants. Up to now Joey had worn disposables and those were a bit more
clinical at that given the medical green color. The difference between
those clinical disposables and a fresh white cotton diaper were huge. And
it was kind of huge given it was contoured to fit like a gloved hand and
very thick. Way too thick, Joey decided.

Joey mentioned it only slightly but was struck down almost immediately
when Helen told him that disposable diapers, while very convenient, would
last for decades in the ground, if not forever. Diapers, Helen noted,
along with those baby pants that would cover Joey's diaper, were washable
and lasted a long time and thus, far less harmful on the world.

Helen said this rolling Joey easily for his first ever cloth baby diaper.
He was in the crib with the side down and the whole thing made Joey
slightly nervous over being treated like a baby. The only good thing about
this was that Helen used Johnson's baby wipes instead of those hospital
grade wipes and the Johnson's Pamper brand had a very distinct baby powder
smell to them. They also felt just as nice as those others did when Helen
began to clean Joey. Joey wasn't happy about wearing a real baby's diaper,
or his crib, but those wipes took some of the sting out of it.

The feel of a form fitting diaper took a bit more of the sting out of
being babied, Joey mused, as Helen expertly tugged the soft puffy
gathering of cotton between his legs. Those soft gathers at the leg and
across the back made it very snug even before Helen began to pin it
closed. Joey was warming up to this new type diaper as Helen pinned it
closed.

Joey, while not keen on looking like a baby, was getting past it a little.
Helen promised she'd buy diaper pins more suitable for a boy on her next
trip to the store. The baby pants, fortunately, would hide the pink she
noted as she closed the last one before turning to the dresser for those
plastic pants.

Meanwhile, Carol was searching through an album she kept on a shelf in the
office she and Helen shared. It had been ten years since Carol had been
with Cindy. In fact, Carol was sure that once she saw Cindy's picture
again the similarities she imagined... those between that boy John and her
old flame, was just her mind playing tricks on her. Wishful thinking
perhaps...

Everyone has a double Carol mused wiping her eyes in a slight state of
shock. It hadn't been just wishful thinking. If Carol allowed herself to
think on it she would be swearing this very instant that Cindy had been
reincarnated and that boy, Helen was diapering at this very moment was, in
fact, Cindy. The fact that John was in there getting pinned into a diaper
left Carol shaken even more over that not so small set of coincidences.

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"John's hungry," Helen said coming into the office from the nursery. Joey

was laying in the crib slightly conflicted over his state as his hands

played over those milky white soft plastic pants that now covered his

thick, soft, cotton diaper. He looked, at least from his angle, like a

baby in a crib and felt like one as he moved his fingers deftly over his

diaper and baby pants. Why that made him smile was also slightly

confusing.

Joey had actually considered recovering from his incontinence, sooner

rather than later, but he was now fighting that argument over the

ramifications of such a decision. On the one hand he'd go back into

regular underwear and not face the humiliation of being diapered, while on

the other he'd give up this odd pleasure of it. His Id somewhere in his

brain was fighting against his Ego somewhere else in his brain while he

laid there quietly, happily deciding on which was going to win.

"Now then, my sweet, what was that scene back at the hospital about,"

Helen asked of her partner as she moved closer to slip an arm around

Carol.

Carol lifted the photo so Helen could see the image closer.

"Good heavens! What's that boy John doing in a dress," Helen said

instantly recognizing the young man they were now caring for. The rational

side of Helen caught up with the emotional side that had just been shaken

as she added, "and that's not John is it... Wait a second, is that Cindy!"

Carol nodded and sniffed at her running nose.

"My stars Carol, no wonder you were hit so hard when those doors opened.

I'm seeing it and I don't believe it," Helen said and added, "come on and

I'll fix us some tea before I get John's lunch started. That is almost

impossible to believe!"

"It's not impossible," Carol said walking out ahead of Helen from the

office and towards the kitchen. Carol's initial shock at the hospital and

another just now was actually settling into her beliefs. Carol's own

rational side was taking over. It was Cindy, and it was John she mused

silently.

"It's not impossible? How is it not impossible," Helen asked walking past

Carol for the cupboard and tea bags.

"How about fate," Carol said with a tone suggesting she believed it.

"Wait a second, you're going to say reincarnation or something to that

effect aren't you," Helen said trying to keep the sarcasm from her voice.

Helen was far more practical than Carol, but she gave Carol her beliefs

given she had her own. Was her beliefs any less odd to some?

"Don't you see! I mean even if you don't believe what I believe fine, but

you simply can't ignore how remarkable this is! I mean look at the

picture! Tell me that boy in there is not, at the very least, the twin of

this girl here," Carol asked.

"I can't! Honestly, I can't. So I'll grant you it's odd. I'll grant you

that much and that's for sure. Same hair, those eyes too pretty on him,

exactly the same, his lips, that chin and those cheeks, mouth....

Everything is nearly identical. Yes Carol, I'll grant you that part

easily," Helen said shaking her head as she moved to the stove to twist

the burner on under the tea kettle.

"And what about him being here? Right here, in our house! Right now?

Coincidence? What put him here with us? OK, even that is possible, but his

incontinence? His build? Helen, this can't simply be explained away as

just chance, it can't be even with your rational side," Carol said.

"No, I guess it can't be? Honestly, it's spooky as hell, but I can't help

myself over wanting to challenge what you are suggesting. He's not Cindy

obviously because I just pinned him into his diaper, and perhaps this all

could be just exactly that... coincidence," Helen said as she moved back

to the tea cup to set them on the table.

"OK, so we're rational human beings, or you are at least, and yes, I

believe in reincarnation and right now that's exactly what I'm suggesting.

However, and for your sake, I'm willing to listen to any rational that can

explain what is happening right now," Carol said as she sat hard at the

table.

"Honey, I wish I could explain it. I really do but I'm not sure I can even

dare. Carol, in spite of what I believe, I've just seen something very odd

that I can't explain and if you want to know the truth, it's way too weird

even for me at the moment. You and your damn Cosmic forces are going to

end up giving me an ulcer."

"And for your information, regarding that gender issue, that's explainable

as well because at least half of those doc-umented reincarnations end up

being gender swaps," Carol said taking up the tea bag as Helen poured the

hot water over it.

"Thanks, I need that small bit of information. So what now my love," Helen

asked sitting heavily onto her own chair. Helen knew enough to not try and

dissuade her partner in this, but she intended to guide her past the shock

of it. Helen's rational side argued strongly that the young man she'd just

diapered wasn't Carol's Cindy, but Helen's other side the more emotional

side scoffed at her own doubt. She had seen the same things Carol had

seen.

"Tell you what, if you can suspend your antagonism of my beliefs for a

time, perhaps I can shorten my giant leaps into my faith a little as well.

Between us both perhaps we can find a middle ground that doesn't read like

a Thriller Movie. I'm thinking that for this to not be so unnerving, for

me anyway, is to maybe settle it once and for all," Carol said.

"Settle it how," Helen asked.

"I'd like to bring someone in to hypnotize John and see if there is a past

life experience he can recall. It has to be under hypnosis simply because

it's not likely he's going to leap spontaneously into the life of a young

lady. At least not consciously. However, he might if he's put at ease

under hypnosis," Carol said as she allowed her tea bag to drip a bit

before placing it on her saucer.

"We can't do that against his will, so you'd have to ask him his

permission," Helen noted and added, "Carol, he's a minor and we are

responsible for his well being. This actually could put him at risk. It

might even traumatize him so my first response is no! No, unless you can

convince me otherwise."

"I know," Carol said anguishing over the right and wrong of this against

the knowing and not knowing. She too worried over the boy. She was sure it

would help him, but she wasn't positive. That slight bit of doubt weighed

heavily on her because there was a child involved.

"Then you also know that we really can't do that," Helen said.

"We could do it for the sake of possibly recovering his memory. That would

be therapeutic, even beneficial and well within the scope of our care,"

Carol said quietly, casually, hoping her suggestion would take root as

something doable. Helen was careful with her charges and Carol didn't want

to risk pushing her past that motherly instinct of hers.

"OK, now I'm feeling a little better about your suggestion. If it would

benefit him and even possibly help him remember, then yes, we could and

should do it," Helen said before adding, "but his well being would be our

first priority. Anything else would be secondary. Right?"

"Absolutely," Carol said excitedly. Clearly the compromise had taken her

past the conflict but Helen still worried about the outcome that she was

sure would not fair well in Carol's favor. It really might help the boy

remember and she was in favor of that, but she was positive Carol would be

hit hard by the fact that the boy was just a boy.

"What if he can't remember being Carol," Helen said not believing for a

minute that this boy would.

"Just means the memories are too deep, too new and given his age that

could definitely be something to expect. It won't change what I already

feel, because I feel it too strongly. That is the very nature of my faith.

Same as yours, I should add. However, it will leave me wondering when or

even if Cindy will be capable of reviling herself," Carol noted.

"So if nothing happens, you're not going to go off the deep end then,"

Helen asked patting Carol's hand.

"Helen! My dear sweet Helen! Something has already happened and, if you

hadn't noticed, I did go off the deep end. Fact is, right now, I'm

swimming back as we speak," Carol said laughing.

"Right! OK, so I'm in love with a nut, but I knew that going into this

relationship I suppose. So, what's next," Helen asked.

"Well, I need to contact Marcy Stern and see if she's willing to do this

and, if so, when. We can talk with John after he's comfortable here, and

settled in," Carol said.

"Comfortable! Are you kidding! I'll bet if I walked in there with a baby's

bottle the boy would take it happily. Never seen someone that age so

wonderful calm over getting diapered and with pink diaper pins no less,"

Helen said and added, "even the girls that had to wear their diapers hated

them."

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"Cindy," Carol said with a slight touch of conviction.

"What," Helen asked.

"Cindy was like that," Carol said.

"Cindy was like what," Helen asked.

"When I babied Cindy, Cindy easily became a baby. The more I regressed

her, the more she regressed," Carol said.

"OK, I'm going to stick my neck out on this, but you might be right in

that regard. Actually, and I'm not admitting anything by saying this, but

I got the very real feeling that John would do the same," Helen said.

"Wow listen to us admitting this to each other. OK, so it's my turn as

well then. Believe it or not, that isn't inconsistent with someone's,

anyones child if they haven't had much nurturing. It could be that John

himself is reacting to that nurturing process itself and he's really not

Cindy," Carol said.

"Really," Helen asked and added, "how so?"

"He's suffering from amnesia. Given that, he could only have access to

those deeper feelings going back a ways. A long ways actually. He's

scared, that's obvious and he could very well be regressing because of

that fear. A sort of defense mechanism if you will," Carol said.

"You could be right about that," Helen noted as she took up her tea to sip

at it.

"Then again, John could be driven by Cindy without having the capacity to

know that," Carol said smiling.

"Like I noted earlier, you're going to give me an ulcer over this.

Meanwhile, that boy is hungry and I'm not doing anything about it, so

enough is enough for now," Helen said slapping her ample hips as she moved

to the refrigerator.

Carol got up, smiled at Helen at least for her effort, deciding to look in

on the young man now in their care. It was a remarkable likeness and she

couldn't help but think he was somehow connected to Cindy in some way.

Carol moved towards the room, stood at the door for a second and found

John comfortably on his back sleeping soundly.

John looked so peaceful laying there in the crib with only his tee-shirt

and diaper under the baby pants. The soft brace on his leg made him look

vulnerable, hurt, enhancing those feelings Carol had to suddenly nurture

John. If he had a dress on, one of Cindy's baby dresses, he'd be the

spitting image of her former lover. Carol turned back towards the kitchen.

"No need to hurry, he's fast asleep," Carol said.

"Sleep is good for now. I'm make his lunch and put it in the

refrigerator," Helen said as she coated a piece of bread with mayonnaise.

"Good idea, meanwhile, I'll give Marcy a call," Carol said and added,

"wonder why he wets when he's awake? I mean he's got to be aware of the

urge, and the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him physically, so

what's driving it?"

"Honey, you know as well as I do it could be any one of a dozen things

causing it. He could even be attached to those diapers of his. Funny thing

is, I also got a little sense of that. I mean I felt that a little

diapering him a bit ago. We've seen that before and, as I think about it,

it's common enough with children experiencing traumas," Rose said as she

paused for a moment.

"You could be right," Carol said.

"Like I said earlier, and the thing I find so fascinating, is his lack of

conflict over wearing them. Most children, boys and girls, but boys

especially, and at his age are at least embarrassed over the fact they

wear diapers still," Helen said as she added baloney and a slice of cheese

to John's sandwich.

"Marcy could most likely tell us that as well," Carol noted adding another

benefit to using her friend for John's sake rather than for Carol's,

although it would definitely be for Carol's sake as well. Carol was

working on those ramifications when she dialed Marcy's number.

'Quod erat demonstrandum' Carol mused as she counted each phone ring of

Marcy's number.

QED meaning 'which has to be shown'. Those with faith are often the ones

who need proof of another faith, and never theirs, Carol noted just as

Marcy said, "hello?"

Helen, allowing her partner to at least begin the process, stood moving to

the bedroom and John. Joey sensing the movement before the light went on

smiled at the silhouette back lit at the door. He was wet again and this

time it had happened without him making it happen or, he decided, he'd

most likely made it happen without realizing it.

"Sleep well," Helen said after turning the light on.

"Like a ba... Yes," Joey said changing what he was going to say. Telling

Helen that he had slept like a baby unnerved him slightly and so did the

fact he was wet.

"Wet honey," Helen asked moving to the edge of the crib. Helen knew the

instant she asked if John was wet by the change in the color of his

cheeks.

"Yes," Joey said blushing.

"Well, let's get you changed and then put something in your stomach. You

haven't had anything to eat since you left the hospital," Helen said

moving to the dresser. She opened a drawer, pulling another contoured

diaper from the stack and along with it a rather thick rectangle shaped

diaper or what Joey thought was a diaper.

"Might as well get you ready for bed," Helen said laying the diaper and

the doubler next to Joey before returning to the dresser for another pair

of baby pants as she added, "how does your leg feel?"

"Feels good. Only time it hurts is when I forget and move it wrong but

even then it's just a twinge," Joey noted as he watched, in a kind of

bliss, Helen moving back with another pair of baby pants. He could get use

to this very quickly, he mused, then smiled since that was already a

given.

"Well, let's not push it too fast. We can keep you off it another couple

of days then try a little bit of time on it each day. Doctor says to let

the pain itself manage how much you're on it," Helen said as she hovered

over Joey's waist. She slipped the baby pants, he wore, down just enough

exposing the pink tipped diaper pins unlocking one and removing it before

the other.

The pink plastic changing pad was draped over the foot of the crib and

that went under Joey with his cooperation before Helen began to remove his

wet diaper and baby pants together. Pink wasn't a bad color Joey decided.

Babies don't mind about colors, he mused, as the diaper and pair of baby

pants reached his feet as a bundle.

Helen was slightly better with the baby wipes than his nurses, Joey also

mused, as he spread his legs slightly more for Helen. She was slower than

the nurses had been, slower and more careful it seemed. A good thing, Joey

decided, as Helen tugged another wipe from the plastic container with that

baby smiling on the front. Joey knew why that baby was smiling and he did

the same.

Joey's second diaper, as thick as the first was even thicker now with the

added doubler coming up between his legs. A soaker Helen said fixing the

long rectangle of cloth so it rested directly in the middle of the soft

fluff of his regular diaper. That doubler was as soft as his diaper, he

decided, when Helen tugged it all gently between his legs.

Helen fussed with the wings coming out from the small of his back before

she picked up the baby oil. Joey closed his eyes savoring the sensations

of his diapering and Helen's hands. The image of her deep ruby red

fingernails, such a contrast against the white of his diaper, lingered in

his mind as she rubbed the baby oil in.

Baby powder followed and after sprinkling a generous amount over Joey that

too was massaged and lightly manipulated onto his skin. A mixture of that

warm baby oil gathered together with the almost pungent smell of baby

powder reached his nose just as Helen pulled the diaper and it's doubler

between his legs. The process mixed his senses together and it made him

smile.

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Joey was thinking of a pacifier or even a baby's bottle suddenly wishing
he had either to nurse on as Helen diapered him. How weird that was, he
mused, until he focused on the diaper again as Helen gathered the far side
for the diaper pins.

Those pink tips of his diaper pins were in the shape of bunnies, Joey
noted as Helen closed the diaper carefully, expertly and slowly. She did
the same with the second side causing the diaper to gather and move around
the small of his back and across his stomach while cupping him in a soft
embrace as well. Such an odd feeling and so wonderful besides, Joey mused
as Helen closed the diaper.

Joey lifted himself for his baby pants feeling the only pain in this when
he put pressure on his leg and squinting slightly at that twinge. "Don't
push on that leg," Helen said noting John's face twist into a slightly
painful grimace.

Helen tugged John's baby pants to the diaper then slipped a large hand
under the back of John's leg, near the knee, lifting it firmly and just
high enough to slip his baby pants over the diaper on that side. Helen did
the same on the other side reminding Joey of a mother changing a baby.

"There we go honey, all ready for bed. Now let's get you something to
eat," Helen said slipping her large hands under John. One under the knees
and the other near his neck under his back. She lifted his nearly ninety
pounds effortlessly bringing him to her chest as she straightened.

Helen's ample breast covered Joey's arm under her silky dress and thoughts
of nursing flashed into his head as she turned for the door. It was an
exceptional feeling flowing through Joey as that image blended with the
sensation of his diapers growing more pronounced when Helen lifted him.

"Hey, he's awake," Carol said looking at John with an affectionate smile
that was made warmer when she ran a hand over his forehead while adding,
"so how do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful," Joey said to Carol's question as her hand reached the
back of his head in that stroke beginning at his forehead. Carol was
amazed at how striking the similarities in this boy and Cindy including
his hair which was definitely as thick and as long as Cindy's had been.

For a moment Carol almost dared ask if John might consider allowing her to
put him into one of Cindy's toddler dresses. Cindy had so loved those
dresses Carol had made for her as part of their roleplaying. Which was
funny in a way.

Funny because Cindy had shocked Carol after their initial meeting telling
her she had to sleep in diapers. Carol had never known a bed wetter
Cindy's age, but allowed it to pass quickly enough. There was another
shock a couple of weeks later when Carol invited Cindy to come live with
her. That second shock came when Cindy admitted that she liked her diapers
and baby pants and those baby clothes that came out with Cindy's
confession.

Cindy was an adult baby, a toddler actually with a strong inner-child that
had been there for a long number of years before they met. Carol had no
idea what an adult baby really was nor why an adult would want to be, but
she found herself warming quickly to the role of a parent or nurturer.

A few days exploring this life style on the Internet, soon after Cindy's
confession, answered most of Carol's question. It was odd at first but not
too given that Carol found herself slipping easily into the role of a
mother with a child as Cindy became that child. With the exception of
those playful beginnings in their roleplaying their function as lovers was
just the same as any other couples.

Carol warmed quickly to her adult "keeper" role, as a nurturer, and as
easily as Cindy, as that inner-child and both looked forward eagerly to
those moments together. It wasn't too long after those first few weeks
that Carol began having Cindy's dresses made. Toddler dresses, adorable
confections that Cindy loved wearing as much as Carol did seeing her in
them.

It was a remarkable three years that ended one night after Cindy
complained of a minor headache laying in Carol's arms as Carol began to
give her the last baby bottle of milk before they went to bed. An autopsy
two days later concluded that Cindy was struck silent by an cerebral
aneurysm. Cindy had simply closed her eyes and never opened them again.
That was sixteen years ago.

"What," Carol asked as she caught herself drifting back to those days with
Cindy. It was Helen that had said something.

"I said he's getting a bit heavy," Helen said again as she urged Carol to
step aside so she could put John in one of the kitchen chairs.

"Sorry about that. I'm glad you're feeling better though," Carol said
moving quickly to a chair to pull it out for Helen. Helen lowered John
into the seat lightly before she made her way to the refrigerator and
John's sandwiches.

"Did you talk with Marcy," Helen asked sitting John's sandwiches down in
front of him. Joey's focus on his diapers was replaced by the noise his
stomach was making as he realized just how hungry he was. Helen sat a
large glass of milk down and that was followed by a bowl of fresh cut
apples, orange slices and grapes picked from their stems.

"I did and she's more than willing to help," Carol said. Helen nodded to
Carol who sat as Helen did. Both women now sitting as Helen cleared her
throat.

"John, we think there is someone that might help you remember who you
are," Helen said smiling.
"Really," Joey said trying to sound enthusiastic over that bit of news.
Since he didn't need to know who he was that wasn't as exciting for Joey
as Helen thought it would be.

"She's a therapist that specializes in deep hypnosis and she's worked with
a lot of trauma patients in your same set of circ-umstances," Carol noted.

"Hypnosis," Joey said almost choking on that last bite of his sandwich.
Hypnosis meant someone in his head without him being there. Joey
considered that realizing he could easily be discovered if he went along
with this.

Helen was patting him on the back as Joey coughed his food clear.

"Are you OK," Helen asked.

"Yes, went down the wrong pipe," Joey said still coughing in short burst
but definitely now OK.
"It's a simple procedure, completely harmless and very effective," Carol
said and she meant it given that it really was harmless and very
effective.

"Hypnosis," Joey said again but lowering his voice this time. There was a
hint of anguish in his face matching his tone or so Helen believed. Helen
sensed something definitely wrong.

"OK, tell you what, it's not something we need to decide now, nor do
anything about right away. Let's drop it for a later time and focus on
getting you past that bad leg of yours," Helen said surprising Carol
suddenly. Carol was as sharp as Helen though and she immediately decided
that Helen was thinking of something else.

They would take this up later when they were alone Carol decided as she
said, "that exactly right, leg first, then the head."

The relief in John's face was obvious to Helen and Helen hoped just as
clear to Carol. From Carol's look it was, as John began eating his
sandwich again... this time happily. It hardly seemed possible the boy
could put both sandwiches to rest and nearly all of the fruit but he did
and clearly, like a baby might, his eyes grew heavy.

"You ready to turn in," Helen asked.

"Definitely," Joey said looking down at his stomach almost sure it would
sound like a ripe watermelon if he thumped it. That had been such a close
call, that suggestion about hypnosis, he mused till Helen decided against
it... thank the stars.

"Come on then, we can decide your fate in the morning," Helen said
smiling.

"My fate," Joey asked nerviously.

"School sweets. Like it or not, there is still school and you've missed
nearly a week of it already. We can home school till you can kick a ball
at least," Helen noted.

"School! Right! I'd hoped you'd forgotten that part," Joey said smiling
more from the relief he felt again. Helen was talking about school and not
literally his fate.
"Not likely," Helen noted.

"But what grade," Joey asked.

"Let's see? My guess is that it's got to be at least the seventh, but we
can adjust that by a year one way or another if need be," Helen said and
added, "I've got all of the material for home schooling in a cabinet in my
office and I'll check to make sure it's updated for your grade.

"Seventh? I guess that's as good a place as any," Joey said as Helen bent
to pick him up.

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"Good heavens, you've gained at least ten pounds from your snack," Helen

said cradling John in her arms once again.

Joey smiled meekly as he said, "it was the fruit."

"Let's also consider a diet if I'm going to be lugging you around for a

while," Helen noted with a mischievous tone in her voice as she carried

John to his crib. John only grimaced once when she caught the foot of his

bad leg on the cribs side. The cribs side was down but she began to lower

him too soon apologizing instantly as she slipped her arms from beneath

him.

Joey felt like he was resting on a folded blanket with the extra soaker,

but between his legs that fullness made him comfortably aware of his

state. His diapers puffed the baby pants into a soft bellowing, but

slightly wrinkled, mound of white before Helen lifted the baby blanket to

cover him.

It was pink, but Joey didn't care as the wide satiny nylon edge touched

his chin. Pink is OK so long as it's on a blanket, he mused, as Helen ran

a finger along his left cheek as she said, "sleep tight John and we will

start fresh in the morning."

Joey was thinking of his diapers when she said that part about fresh,

smiling at what he thought was a cute play on words. Helen was, in fact,

thinking about his reaction and how to find out why he'd reacted that way.

"Goodnight honey," Helen said at the doorway.

"Goodnight Helen... Helen," Joey asked.

"Yes honey," Helen answered.

"Thank you," Joey said softly.

"You're welcome, I think," Helen said with that last part a whisper before

switching the light off.

Joey closed his eyes, one hand resting on his baby pants under the baby's

blanket, the other clutching the satiny edge of it. It could have only

been seconds before his breathing slowed.

"So what was that all about, although I'm guessing it was because of his

reaction," Carol said sitting on the coach with her legs under her. That

days newspaper was open next to her as she folded the part she was reading

when Helen came in.

"It was his reaction. That boy nearly choked when we mentioned discovering

who he was," Helen said.

"OK, so I saw that. One of the reasons I joined in with you, but why? I

mean why would he be so worried over finding out who he is," Carol asked.

"Don't you see? It's beecause he already knows," Helen said after a few

minutes thought.

"What? No! I mean how can he? He's been diagnosed with amnesia by the

doctor," Carol noted.

"Because the doctor was told John can't remember and by John," Helen said

with a far off look.

"But how do you know that," Carol said.

"I don't. I mean not for sure I don't, but think about it, it's the only

logical explanation for his reaction. He already knows who he is and he's

afraid of us finding out. What that really means is that he doesn't want

to be found out nor does he want his parents or guardians to know he's

here," Helen said.

"You think he's been abused or something," Carol said suddenly feeling a

twinge of guilt that she had scared John even a tiny bit.

"Could be. Could be why he's so happy being mothered as well," Helen said

as she picked up her cell phone.

"Who you calling," Carol said.

"His nurse," Helen noted as she began dialing the number of the hospital

written on a paper now under a magnet on the refrigerator. John's case

worker's number was there as well as was the detectives.

"What for," Carol asked.

"I need to know if he was wearing a diaper or under shorts when he came in

after his fall and if undershorts if he was dry," Helen said putting the

phone to her ear as she finished punching in the numbers.

It took a bit to reach John's night nurse and then to get in touch with

the emergency room nurse who was on call that night John was brought in.

Helen's suspicions were right when the emergency room nurse told her John

was wearing shorts and there was no sign that he was incontinent.

Diapering John was simply procedure at the time and then only because the

doctor had guessed him to be under the age of a teen. It wasn't until

later, when he was diagnosed as incontinent that they continued with the

diapers, the nurse noted. Helen thanked the nurse, hung up and went to the

bag of John's clothes that he carried out with him. She found the shorts.

"He's not incontinent," Helen said.

"What do you mean he's not incontinent? Helen, obviously he is because

he's wetting..." Carol said before pausing suddenly as she added, "right,

him wetting actually doesn't mean a thing does it?"

"Just that he wants to be incontinent for some reason on another," Helen

said looking curious.

"So you think he wants to wear diapers then and it's not because he has

to," Carol asked.

"Yes, yes I do. The question I have is why? Why would a boy want to wear

diapers," Helen mused.

"Or not be found out," Carol added.

"Right, or not be found out," Helen noted as well.

"So what do we do now," Carol asked.

"Nothing about him at the moment. We do what we do best. We mother him to

death first of all. Right now the reasons don't matter so much as making

him feeling secure. We make sure he's healed both physically and, as much

as possible, mentally, and when I find the right time, I simply ask him,"

Helen said.

"What about the diapers," Carol asked.

"If those diapers and baby pants make him comfortable, he stays in diapers

and baby pants and we let that part work itself out later if need be. Like

I said, the first thing we've got to do is make sure he feels safe and

secure and if pinning him into diapers a few times a day takes care of

that, then so be it," Helen said.

The soaker worked nicely Joey mused running his hands over his baby pants

but not feeling as if he had wet even though he had. A soaker was a good

thing he also mused moving his legs slightly which slightly moved the

diaper around him. A diaper was a very good thing as well he decided once

more yawning himself more awake and smiling.

Dust motes danced in the sunlight knifing into Joey's room as he heard a

toilet flush off in the distance. Joey wondered over how long he could

keep his diapers and baby pants as part of this, weighing how old they

thought he was and how old before bed wetting might stop. Joey didn't know

the technicalities of bed wetting or over someone being incontinence but

it seemed it didn't matter much to these two women.

"Knock, knock," Helen's voice said as Joey's door opened quitely.

"Morning," He said happily when he saw her.

"And good morning to you," Helen said moving straight to the dresser for a

fresh diaper and clean pair of baby pants before coming to the crib. Joey

felt wonderful and that got better still watching Helen preparing to

diaper him for the morning. His fresh start he mused.

"How about a bath first, then breakfast and some time on the patio while I

get your schooling issues taken care of," Helen said moving to hover over

Joey as she began to fuss with his wet diaper.

"OK," Joey said softly as he watched the process he'd grown to enjoy as

Helen edged his baby pants down to expose once again the diaper pins.

Helen, as before, slid the mass of diaper, soaker and plastic pants down

along his legs to his feet and then off in a bunch. Joey sat up for this

tee-shirt realizing as he did so that he only had the clothes he'd come

into the hospital with causing him to add, "I don't have any more

clothes."

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"Actually you do, in a manner of speaking. I mean we do. As it happens,

Cindy remembered she had some things in the attic and found a few items

you can wear. At least around here for now. Once you're up and about we

can shop for a few more things," Helen said.

"Oh, OK," Joey said as Helen slid her arms under him before easing him up

again. She carried him effortlessly and his leg only twinge slightly after

Helen removed the soft brace that had been wrapped around the lower

portion of his leg.

Joey had no idea who the clothes belong to, but he guessed someone who had

stayed there before, given they'd been here already. With that thought

another as he suddenly paused. Joey paused realizing that Helen had

mentioned only girls staying here before him. She couldn't be thinking of

girl's clothes Joey mused with more than a little discomfort.

"I'm off," Carol said as she walked past Helen and Joey in Helen's arms.

Another moment to cause Joey another blush since he was naked in Helen's

arms.

"You going to be home for lunch," Helen asked.

"Yes, actually. I think there are two more boxes of Cindy's things to go

through. In fact I'm sure of it because there were at least four pair of

shortalls besides those yellow ones," Carol said.

"Great, I'll wait then before starting lunch. I'm going to plant John in

the garden this morning then get his school stuff in the works," Helen

said laughing as Joey rested comfortably in her massive arms.

"See you two at lunch then," Carol said as she grabbed her purse and car

keys from the small ornate bench in the hallway. Helen nodded, bending

slightly to kiss Carol before walking with Joey to his bath. There was

water already in the tub and bubbles still.

"Cindy's clothes," Joey asked.

"I don't think Carol realized she'd even said that. Honey, Cindy is

someone Carol knew and about your size, but she has some clothes that

don't look too girlish that you can wear for now. We're not going anywhere

and it beats sitting around in just a diaper and plastic pants, right,"

Helen said.

"What are shortalls," Joey asked trying to figure out if those were meant

for both girls and boys. He wasn't familiar with the term.

Helen lowered Joey into the tub slowly with the water feeling hot at first

then warm as his body got use to it as she said. "Kind of like bib

overalls that are short, hence shortalls. Like farmer's bib overalls more

or less. Carol found some boxes of clothes she kept that should fit you.

At least some of them."

"Oh," Joey said trying to imagine those shortalls and feeling relieved

that they were overalls at least. Not long pants but not too girlish

either before he noted them hanging on the door. Joey was looking at a

bright yellow pair of overalls before he saw the yellow tee-shirt and

sandals.

"Girl's clothes," Joey said.

"Boy/girl clothes actually. Carol's partner Cindy, was a girl, yes, but

shortalls are not too gender specific and until you can hobble around on

your own those are going to be easier to get you in and out of. The legs

snap closed so they'll go over your head," Helen said handing Joey the

Johnson's Baby Bath Gel, Baby shampoo and a soft white wash clothe.

"Snaps," Joey asked.

"Snaps around the inside of the legs. Going to make it so much easier when

I change you," Helen said as she stood and added, "now, are you OK for

your bath or would you like me to wash you?"

"I can managed most of this I think. I might not get my left foot," Joey

said smiling.

"I'll get that foot when you're almost done and ready to get out. You stay

sitting on your bottom till I come in, OK," Helen said, laughing suddenly

and adding, "last thing I need to do is explain to Social Services how you

broke a leg or arm just taking a bath."

"I can do that," Joey said.

"Then go ahead and get clean and I'll start the bacon and potatoes. I'll

cook your eggs when I've gotten you dressed," Helen said.

"OK," Joey said as Helen left the bathroom.

'Toddler clothes," Joey mused as he took up the sweet baby powder smelling

baby bath gel. It filled the room with a baby powder scent far stronger

than before with just the bubble bath and Joey saw that on the sink. He'd

remembered where he'd seen that style of clothes before and it was on

toddlers.

The smell of bacon filled the hallway and his room when Helen carried him

to the crib again after drying him. Helen had drained the tub after asking

if he was done which was after he said yes. He was dried after the water

drained fully. Helen lifted him with the large pink towel draping her arms

to catch the last of the water around his bottom.

She laid him over the diaper before returning to the bathroom for those

shortalls, tee-shirt and sandals. Joey fingered the diaper happily before

Helen returned and the ritual began again with his baby powder. He smelled

so much like a baby laying there and felt so comfortable after his bath as

Helen turned his loins nearly pure white with baby powder before tugging

his diaper between his legs.

Those shortalls were draped over the end of the crib and Joey saw the

small round daises sewn onto the pocket. Perhaps not exactly what a boy

might wear, he mused. Definitely not a boy his age he also decided, but

Helen was pinning him into his diaper and over that would go his baby

pants and he was mesmerized by how wonderful it felt being babied right

then.

"John, do you like to read," Helen asked as she deftly diapered him as

easily as she would a baby and as casually as if she'd been doing this to

him for ages.

"Yes," Joey said feeling the softness of the diaper once again and that

deep sense of comfort it gave him.

"We've got a ton of books in the library. I've got a wheel chair I'll

plant you in and you can search through them while I clean the kitchen

after breakfast. The patio is designed for wheel chairs and it's a nice

way to spend a day. In a few days, or when the doctor says it's OK, we'll

let you exercise that leg of yours," Helen said.

"OK, Joey answered as he watched Helen take up the baby pants, gather them

before working them over his feet and along his legs. This time he lifted

himself easily knowing when as the baby pants reached his diaper. His baby

pants were more puffy without the soaker from last night but it was still

just as clear he was in a baby's diaper when those soft plastic panties

went in place.

The bright yellow tee-shirt followed after Joey sat and he wasn't sure if

it was a girl's tee or boys decided it was a girls but could be for both.

It matched perfectly those shortalls and the only small bit of mental

discomfort was when Helen undid the snaps that circled the inseam. It went

over his head as a dress might before he laid back down so Helen could tug

it on and buttoned it closed.

"Sorry about the little flowers on these, I hadn't noticed them till now,"

Helen said as she tugged the pants legs so she could close the snaps

around the crouch. Each snap making Joey feel odd as it reached his ears.

The sandals could be for a boy or girl and he wondered about those as

Helen slipped each over his foot. They fit, which seemed remarkable.

"What does Carol do," Joey asked trying to change the subject of those

daises decorating the pocket, as Helen went about closing John's shoes.

Helen was amazed at how well the clothes fit him and that now included the

shoes she was sure would most likely be too small given who they belonged

to before John.

"She's a seamstress. Quite good actually, makes costume and custom dresses

as a matter of fact. Dresses, toddler clothes as well and, in fact, these

shortalls," Helen said as she sat Joey's last foot back down on the cribs

mattress before adding, "so, John you hungry,"

"Yes," Joey said as Helen slipped her arms under him once again. His hair

was brushed back and Helen had used a rubber band to hold it into it's

usual ponytail but it could very easily have been a yellow bow and why

Joey thought that made him smile again. No that wasn't true, he knew why

given that he looked like a toddler in his mother's arms and felt like it

as well. Something struck a cord given that the clothes he wore also once

belonged to a girl. Wasn't a bad cord that was struck either.

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This time Helen slipped him from the kitchen chair into a small,

lightweight wheel chair then eased him to the table again. It was meant

for a child with the advantage of not taking up too much space Joey noted.

He ate ravenously but carefully as Helen shared her portion of breakfast.

He felt so secure, so wonderful and so silly given his outfit.

Helen and he made small talk about the books he liked or might like, and

how much time he'd spend doing school work as they finished their

breakfast. Helen was, in her words, a stay at home mom, explaining how

she'd started with her sister, then moving on to other children with

special needs. Her sister was with another sister a year older than Helen.

It was a beautiful place and the patio clearly tended with huge amounts of

love as Helen adjusted a garden hose so Joey could softly water the plants

along his pathway. That pathway was a foot wider than his chair and smooth

allowing him to move easily along it. Joey had picked a book to read and

there was juice on the patio table in both a glass and picture as Helen

left him to himself.

"So how did he do with the clothes," Carol asked after Helen dialed their

business.

"Like he's worn them before," Helen said, then paused when she realized

what she'd just said, causing her to add, "that was Freudian wasn't it? I

didn't mean it to sound that way."

"Too late! They fit perfectly didn't they? You're having second thoughts

about that part of this aren't you," Carol asked. Her meaning about Cindy

coming back as John or as part of John was clear.

"Those shoes fit him perfectly. The whole outfit fits him like you made it

for him and he didn't bat an eye over the appliqued daises on the pocket.

I'm not sure I can belive it's your Cindy or that she was reincarnated,

but I can say this at least, it's odd. Very odd indeed," Helen noted.

"Gee, it's beginning to sound like I might be able to convert you," Carol

said laughing.

"It's not me you've got to convince, it's the boy. How's he going to feel

when you tell him that the girl you knew is inside of him and wants to

come out," Helen said laughing over the terms and definitions. She was

actually talking about a transsexual as she said it. They both know a

couple of transsexuals and more than their share of Drag Queens.

"Well, without scaring you too much, and if it's true that Cindy's Karma

is now part of John's, then his coming out as it were would be fairly

easy. Could even be automatically," Carol said snickering as she added,

"we could try leaving out a few pretty things for him to consider."

"Not likely. Anyway, he's adorable in that yellow outfit," Helen said.

"How's he doing," Carol asked.

"He's fine. On the patio with a book. I put him in charge of watering this

morning," Helen said happily as she looked at the clock. John had been on

the patio for an hour. Given that amount of time he was most likely wet as

she added, "in fact, I'm going to go see if he needs changing."

"OK, see you at lunch time then," Carol said giving Helen a kissing sound

before hanging up.

"John," Helen said sliding the glass door open.

"Hi, watering is done," Joey said with a smile.

"Great and speaking of which, how are you doing," Helen asked.

Joey's face flushed.

"Thought so! Come one and lets get you changed and then we can figure out

which lesson guide to start with," Helen said coming up to Joey's chair

and stepping behind it to push him into the house.

Helen was right about the ease of changing a diaper with pants that

unsnapped around the legs as she did so. Before long she had his pants

open and was once again tugging his diaper and plastic pants down and off.

Two more baby wipes and a generous amount of baby powder took a couple of

minutes more before Joey felt the tug of a soft clean diaper between his

legs again. Joey couldn't help himself believing he could do this forever

as Helen expertly pinned his diaper snug around him. Helen could do this

forever she also mused as she gathered another pair of baby pants in her

hands.

"There, that should hold you for a couple of hours or at least till

lunch," Helen said snapping the last snap under Joey's plastic panties.

'An hour,' Joey mused as he was lifted and put back into his wheel chair.

They started with seventh grade math, history and a few chapters of

science with Joey sitting at the living room table while Helen went about

her house work. Joey got a fifteen minute recess which he happily took on

the patio after he was changed again just past that hour.

Joey was changed again at lunch time and once more for his afternoon

recess completing all of the lesson guide recommendations by three that

afternoon. Carol had come home to share lunch with Joey and Helen holding

her comments when she sew Joey in Cindy's clothes. He could so easily be

Cindy with so little effort Carol decided.

"Just a bow," Cindy said kissing Helen before she left the house for the

second half of her day.

"Never mind that," Helen said softly.

Their routine went on like that for another six days till the doctor, in

his follow-up exam said Joey needed to start walking on his leg. Joey did,

beginning with an hour, and adding fifteen minutes worth of gardening each

day. They never did shop for Joey in that time using some of the basic

things Cindy had once worn including the six pair of shortalls. Joey only

wore the lavender pair because Helen hadn't washed yet.

That last was an experiment of sorts testing how Joey might feel about

something a bit more feminine looking. That had been Carol's pleading with

Helen for the sake of her arguments that it was Cindy sharing that life.

They didn't dare try that with the pink pair but the lavender pair with

it's matching tee-shirt was more than enough proof for Carol.

Rose Partridge of Social Services thought she was looking at a girl when

she saw Joey in the backyard weeding one of the flower beds. Joey had

taken over the chore of the garden which to Joey wasn't much of a chore.

It was the cloth diapers Helen had noted as the reason John was in those

shortalls. Rose, already aware of John's incontinence, ignored what Joey

was wearing with an understanding nod.

"He's working at a ninth grade level," Helen said to Rose who jotted that

bit of information in her notebook for later inclusion into John Dough's

file.

"That is a very happy boy out there," Rose told Helen before leaving and

right after hugging John. Rose, noting the doctor's report on Joey's

injuries, was also a positive in Rose's report, but the doctor could not

explain Joey's continuing amnesia. They were going to have to consider a

psychologist at some point Rose noted.

Meanwhile, Joey's uncle was furious with the police and their inability to

track down and jail that little bastard for taking his hundred dollars.

Had it not been for the money, Joey's uncle would have happily ignore

Joey's disappearance, except no one stole from him and got away with it.

That hundred dollars was not high on Sergeant Whittier's list of issues

even before he actually met that man. The man was a slob, crass and easily

disliked by Whittier after his interview at the house. If there was any

reason to keep the case open it was that small photo of Joey that his

uncle had and now two or three years older. The issue, for Sergeant

Whittier, was some similarity to a poster he'd just seen if he could

remember where he'd seen it.

Detective Beckman, Juvenile Division, had just taken a bite out of his

sandwich when his phone rang. There was a muffled hello when Sergeant

Whittier got an answer. They exchanged pleasantries, compared notes,

deciding that the boy known as John Dough was most likely not this kid

that Whittier was looking for.

This man's nephew was sixteen going on seventeen and John Dough was eleven

or thereabouts. What changed things a little was the picture that Whittier

sent over his computer to Beckman. It was an old photo but the hair on

this boy was as long as it was on John Doe. There was also that feminine

look that could be connected if not similar to John.

However, it was worth a few minutes follow-up, said Beckman, who promised

the Sergeant who slipped his own folder at the top of his pending file.

The crime itself was a misdemeanor at best, but finding a missing boy and

connecting him with family was always a priority. Beckman jotted down a

note to call Rose Partridge of Social Services. His plan before that call

was to get a picture of this John Dough and email it to Sergeant Whittier

so he could show it to that man filing the complaint and missing person's

report.

Rose in turn called Helen who didn't see any reason why not when Rose

explained what was going on. Clearly John wasn't that boy, but like most

of those already involved, she knew there was a family possibly in agony

over a child missing. What shook Helen though was John's reaction when

Helen mentioned what Rose wanted to do regarding that picture.

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Helen and John had been together for nearly four weeks now and both had
easily bonded to each other by that time. Even Carol liked John for John's
sake, but she also adored him those similarities with Cindy. Helen knew
John was upset and said at much to Cindy who was as confused as Helen was
that evening after John went to bed. "He's eleven, the missing boy is
sixteen." Carol noted.

However, the fact that John had also been so afraid of getting hypnotized
added another piece to the puzzle but both women were more concerned over
John than any mystery surrounding him. They decided that Helen would ask
John point blank that following morning if he was, in fact, that boy.

Joey cried softly for nearly as hour after going to bed. His uncle had
found him or was about to and worse, this was all about to end. Joey had
only one choice and it was painful but he had to get out of there, or go
back to his uncle.

The decision to run left him devastated, but he had no choice. It was
nearly three in the morning when John stepped into his undershorts. It
would be his first time without diapers in over a month and he would miss
those, he mused, as he tugged his jeans on.

Helen wasn't sure what woke her, but she knew it was something as she took
up her robe to investigate. Check John first, she decided, walking softly
down the hallway to John's room. They both had their hand on the door knob
when Helen started to turn the knob.

It seemed odd seeing John in boy's clothes or in something other than his
shortalls and in the moonlight he appeared older suddenly. Older, odd and
out of place giving Helen a hint that John wasn't really John but possibly
this boy Joey. It was clear John was sneaking out and Helen felt a deep
sadness over that.

"John, what are you doing," Helen asked standing there in the doorway
looking at John who was as surprised as Helen was in those seconds.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but it's not John, OK! Damn it, it's Joe, Joey.
I'm the boy that man is looking for and I'm not going back," John or
rather Joey now said as tears welled up in his eyes. There were a few
short sobs before Joey could gain enough composure to say, "I'm really
going to miss you and Cindy."

Helen took Joey into her ample arms. There was nothing to be said, no
questions to be asked in those seconds. Just a child hurting in Helen's
mind and that was what she reacted to in that instant.

"What's going on," Carol asked coming out into the hall as she was tying
her robe closed. She'd heard the voices.

"Some of the mysteries have been solved," Helen said softly twisting her
head to talk to Carol, but holding tightly to Joey who was still sobbing
quietly.

"I'll put on the water for tea," Carol said walking off to give John and
Helen those moments.

"John... I mean Joey, can we talk about this before you take off again,"
Helen asked softly.

"Nothing much to say. I lied, and now it's over," Joey said.

"I don't care about that. What I care about is the why, so let's spend
some time over tea talking about that part," Helen said and added, "you've
got time if you still need to leave after we talk."

"OK, but I can't stay. I've got to be on the road before my uncle finds
out I'm here," Joey said.

"One cup," Helen promised and added, "and I can make you something to take
with you. She lied about letting him go, but that wasn't the issue at the
moment.

It was heart wrenching for Helen listening to Joey's story. His parents
taken by rebels in Bolivia and presumed dead. A uncle she rightly began to
believe was a deadbeat and a boy just this side of adult with no where to
go. Joey wasn't a minor though and that misdemeanor charge, while slight,
would put him into the legal system. Especially with an uncle hell bent on
pressing charges.

"Joey isn't a minor, but almost," Helen said out loud and suddenly
smiling. It was clear she was excited.

"What," Carol asked looking from Helen to Joey with Joey now as confused
as Carol.

"OK, hear me out for a second. Joey is more or less a minor under the law
still, but.. But, because of his true age, he's clearly old enough to be
emancipated," Rose said.

"Emancipated," Carol asked. Even Joey sat up slightly.

"Emancipation! OK, let me explain, emancipation is a legal process by
which minors can attain legal adulthood before actually reaching the age
at which they would normally be considered adults.
In Joey's case, emancipation would give him a legal status, and some of
his independence. The real advantage, in this case... in Joey's case that
is, is releasing him from any parental control imposed by his uncle.

"I can do that," Joey asked suddenly excited.

"Absolutely, I've seen it done twice now so I know that can happen. We can
make our own case with Rose Partridge about keeping Joey here till we can
get him in front of a judge. Rose will help us, and of that I'm certain,"
Helen said.

"Really," Joey said a second before Carol echoed that same thought.

"Really! More importantly it allows you to chose where you live which
means here even. No legal system or major issues in that case, just
decisions," Helen said.

"I could," Joey said shocked and more than a little happy suddenly.

"No, it's not could I live here honey! You will live here! I'm insisting
on it," Helen said.

"But he's got criminal charges facing him. That's what started this whole
thing in the first place," Carol said and added, "so if he's here,
emancipated or not, he's still facing that."

"Yes he is, but what do you want to bet that the District Attorney's
office, and I would wager the police department, would love to see those
nitty little charges go away," Helen said.

"Can it go away," Joey asked.

"Of course it can! Look, it's a misdemeanor charges at best. A hundred
dollars? Come on, I'll give your uncle two hundred to drop the charges and
if he's the man you says he is he'll be glad not to get you back. He
should take that two hundred dollars without batting an eye," Helen said.

"But before that, there is still the legal side of this. I mean what if
the police find Joey before all of the other parts can be taken care of.
And what if they push this fraud he's perpetrating? How we going to do any
of this if he's arrested or taken into custody. He's still a ward of his
uncle," Carol said sounding worried.

"There is no fraud. We could simply say that his amnesia has gone away. In
fact, it went away this very night. You're cured," Rose said.

"I'm cured," Joey asked.

"You just began to remember right now so that takes care of the social
system and any fraud," Rose said.

"Rose, that's excellent, but he's still facing that petty theft," Carol
said.

"I've been thinking about that. Joey, you've got to run away for a few
days," Helen said.
"Run away! Helen, do you know what you're saying," Carol said shocked. The
comment had surprised Joey as well.

"Yes I know what I'm saying and the thing is, Joey is going to run away!
Tonight in fact! We'll report it within the hour to Detective Beckman of
juvenile division and then I'll call Rose Partridge of Social Services,"
Helen said and then laughed.

"What," Carol asked looking at Helen as if she'd flipped her lid.

"You two are simply going to have to trust me for a few more minutes. I'm
planning this as I go here so give me a moment," Helen said before adding,
Carol, how would you like it if Cindy visited for a while," Helen asked.

"WHAT," Carol said shocked at what Helen had just said.

"She was eighteen wasn't she," Helen asked.

"No! I mean yes she was eighteen but that was when I met her. We were
together for three years. She was twenty one when she died," Carol said
confused, but knowing enough that Helen was up to something and it was
most likely going to be a good thing.

"And you've got her doc-uments like birth certificate, drivers license,
student body card, stuff like that still," Helen asked.

"Somewhere? Yes, I've got all of her papers," Carol said still confused
over what it was Helen was planning till she began to realize why Helen
was asking about Cindy's papers. There was a long pause and a range of
emotions crossing Carol's face that ended suddenly in a laugh as she said,
"Oh Helen! Cindy would love it!"

"What," Joey asked still unclear what it was Helen had said, what she was
saying or why Carol was laughing.

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"Give me a few more minutes Joey," Helen said and then added, "we've got

to scan in those doc-uments and get some paper, make some changes and poof!

Joey is Cindy."

"OK," Joey said but slightly hesitant suddenly. Poof, Joey is Cindy, was

what caught his attention.

"OK, I think I've got most of this figured out. So Joey runs away tonight

right?" Helen asked of Joey.

"OK," Joey said.

"And when Joey runs away and after we contact the police we also contact a

really great attorney who can get the ball rolling on your theft, this

so-called fraud and your emancipation. That's going to take a few days,

maybe a week. Meanwhile, tomorrow... or rather later on today, I get in

touch with this uncle of yours and try and get him off your back," Helen

said and added, "OK so far?"

"OK so far... I think," Joey said trying to understand how his running

away was going to help and the connection to being Cindy.

"Now that you're gone and out the grasp of the police we start working on

the issues at hand," Helen said and added, "You guys with me so far?"

"I am, I think" Carol said.

"I'm not," Joey said.

"That's because you're worried about this running away part. I'll explain

that this way... So you've run away, but even so you are still going to

need a place to live, right," Helen asked.

"Yes," Joey said.

"Since you'll need a place, what better place than here! Here with Carol

and I," Helen said and added, "are you with me so far?"

"No," Joey said and added, "if I've run away, how do I stay here?"

"Cindy is the key," Helen said making Joey feel even dumber suddenly since

her tone suggested he already know where this was heading.

"Honey, don't you get it? You stay here as Cindy! You become Cindy for the

next few days or so. It's brilliant," Carol said and added, "you're hiding

in plain site."

"Cindy? I'm Cindy," Joey asked suddenly realizing what Helen was trying to

say.

"You're Cindy complete with some kind of identification even. We've got to

have something with a picture but no date. All we do is change the dates.

No on is going to look at that stuff too closely and I can do a pretty

good forgery on the computer or I think I can," Helen said turning to

Carol.

"Drivers license, no, that's laminated.... Wait, I've got her student ID.

That has a picture but no date," Carol said and then added, "We could get

paper to maybe match her birth certificate... This could work."

"Know where it is," Helen asked.

"Yes," Carol said excitedly getting up as she added, "I just found the box

when I was looking for some more of Cindy's clothes."

"So I'd be dressing as Cindy," Joey asked slightly blushed and more than a

little nervous.

"Yes, but honestly, we don't have to do too much for that to happen,"

Helen said.

"What's that mean," Joey asked.

"Joey, the thing is, you've more or less been dressing as Cindy anyway. I

mean it's been her shortalls up to now, her shoes even. All we've really

got to do is continue wearing those, maybe shifting slightly to the pink

and flowery stuff, add a bow, perhaps a temporary perm and, of course,

just a little makeup," Helen said.

"Right. I hadn't thought about that," Joey said growing happier by the

minute. Everything was working out. Everything except that one thing...

those things.... and he would miss terribly his diaper and even more his

diapering.

"Just one more thing," Helen said but in a tone slightly softer, quieter,

making her sound less sure suddenly. She was so cleaver, she mused, after

noting the sadness in Joey's eyes.

"What," Joey asked.

"Honey, Cindy was incontinent. What I mean to say is how do you feel about

continuing, just for awhile at least, that diaper part. It would be

temporary obviously, but I think, for this to work, we should keep up with

the whole disguise," Helen said keeping her fingers cross mentally.

"Besides giving him a cute little butt," Carol noted.

Joey almost jumped up and hugged Helen, but held himself in check as he

fought that impulse to sit there looking serious while pretending he was

thinking about it. After a moments thought he said, "so you think that

would be best then?"

"Absolutely, the closer you are to Cindy, figuratively that is, the better

our chances of pulling this off," Helen said.

"Then I guess we should do that," Joey said with a face he was sure was

giving him away.

"Great. So, we've got a little work cut out for us. Tell you what, let's

go get you changed and ready for bed again. I'm not ready to get up yet.

Meanwhile we'll make sure we've got that ID card Carol's going to be

looking for and get this ball rolling," Helen said.

"What did I do," Carol said catching the last part of the conversation

while coming into the kitchen with a hand full of papers as she added,

"Student ID, pictures of me and her, birth certificate and a library card.

Even found her old wallet and purse. Oh, and if we need the additional

clothes, I found a box of her Summer stuff."

"Great. I was just telling Joey, and he agrees, that we should keep this

disguise pretty accurate so we're going to continue pretending he's

incontinent," Helen said.

"Excellent idea," Carol said feeling suddenly mischievous given that no

one actually knew Cindy since she'd been gone nearly sixteen years now.

Helen was doing this for John's sake and perhaps even for Carol's sake,

she mused, as she laid the pink leather wallet, purse and papers on the

table.

"Perfect. I was just going to get Joey here ready for bed again, then we

can make those calls," Helen said as she added, "we're going to need bed

clothes. This time, something of Cindy's."

"Her sleepers. Sleeper, robe and slippers for now," Carol said.

Joey blushed crimson at the thought of what those sleepers might look like

and thrilled over the fact he was going right back into diapers.

"Ready," Helen said standing.

"Yes," Joey said standing as well.

"You OK with this," Helen asked.

"Yes," Joey said and meant it. He was more than OK with this.

"I'll be right back," Carol said. She was sure some of this was Helen

wanting to help her decide if Cindy or her Karma were here as it were.

Carol was positive it was but knew, deeper still, that it could simply be

her wishful thinking. The thing was though she was gathering up Cindy's

baby clothes and with it another set of coincidences to add to a growing

list.

Carol almost decided on the baby doll night dress and ruffled lace panties

but knew it would be too much for Joey. It had always been Cindy's

favorites those baby sleep dresses. So too the pink baby blanket soft

sleepers she now held. If this was working, if Cindy was part of Joey,

she'd be just as happy in these, Carol decided, and these would be less

scary than a frilly night dress for Joey.

Joey meanwhile was back in his bedroom or the room he considered his after

these past few weeks and the most happy he'd been since arriving. Helen

now knew the truth and from Joey's point of view this was even better

because it was him now and no longer him having to hide.

"Same as before," Helen said helping Joey up on the changing table with

the last of his clothes off.

"Same as before," Joey asked.

"We'll go with the soaker again for night time," Helen said and added,

"gives you a little more 'puff' in case we get visitors once I start

making those calls."

"Oh, right. Makes sense," Joey said thrilled as he lifted his hips for the

diaper and soaker.

"Found them," Carol said coming into the room with the pink footed

sleeper.

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Joey looked at the pink first, the footed bottom and then at the pastel

teddy bears sewn on as an applique that would sit over the heart. It

zippered from the left leg near the ankle all the way to the neck he noted

as Helen started sprinkling baby powder over him.

"I'm going to get him ready for bed the same way Cindy slept, then, after

I get some sleep, we can make the calls," Helen said.

"Good idea. You know, I was wondering if Rose might remember that Cindy...

No, that might be too much," Carol said.

"What," Helen asked tugging Joey's diaper between his legs and fussing

with the massive amount of material that now gathered there.

"Do you think Rose would remember the bottles," Carol asked.

"Bottles... Oh, the baby bottles? Honestly, I'm not sure. Wait, we're not

going to have to go that far if I tell Rose what we are doing," Helen said

but added, "although, why take chances. We can at least fill one half way

and leave it with Joey in the crib. That way it's there to be seen.

Another prop as it were."

Helen knew Rose didn't know Cindy and Helen knew what Carol was

suggesting. If Cindy liked taking a baby's bottle to bed and if Cindy was

part of Joey, he might like a bottle as well. Helen didn't see this as

harmful and she too was now growing curious. Way too many coincidences.

"Excellent idea. I'll go find one of her bottles and get it filled," Carol

said turning as Helen was pinning Joey's diaper closed.

"A baby's bottle," Joey asked slightly taken back by the fact he'd be

nursing a baby's bottle when Helen mentioned it.

"Honey, Cindy was slightly handicapped mentally and something of a baby in

her mind. She took a bottle at night and Rose, from Social Services, knows

that. It's just a prop actually," Helen said.

"Oh, OK," Joey said.

"You don't actually have to use it honey, just keep it with you. This is

all going to be about perception and a hint of something becomes a fact if

it's in context," Helen said as she turned for the dresser and Joey's baby

panties. This time Helen was going to use one of the pink pair instead of

the white.

If this was going to work, this part about Cindy being here or part of

him, whatever part that was, then Helen was going to give Carol the

benefit of the doubt and take this as far as she could. It certainly

wasn't going to bother Joey wearing his diapers and baby pants and this

slight shift towards the feminine really was only slight.

"I think we should use one of the pink pair this time," Helen said walking

over to Joey with a soft pastel pink pair of baby pants.

Joey felt slightly dizzy already over the thrill of being put back into

his diapers and a wave of giddiness swept over him when he saw the baby

pink panties.

"Makes sense I guess," Joey said in what he hoped was a noncommittal

sounding voice.

"Thought so too," Helen said working the panties into a gather before she

slipped them over his feet. The soft pastel pink was delightfully cute

Joey mused as he watched them coming closer to the large mound of white he

also delighted in seeing once again. He was now glad his diaper pins were

pink already.

They fit was well as the white pairs had. That also meant that the ruffled

pairs would fit, Helen mused to herself, as she ran a finger around the

waist elastic of Joey's panties. A second later she was easing the footed

sleepers on Joey now standing by the changing table. Like all of Cindy's

clothes so far these fit Joey perfectly as Helen took up the zipper from

near the ankle.

"I've been thinking," Helen said as she brought the zipper to Joey's neck.

"What," Joey said feeling the soft baby blanket material cuddling him.

"We're not going to call tonight, we're going to make these calls in the

morning," Helen said.

"Why," Joey asked.

"Why what," Carol added as she came into the bedroom. Obviously that baby

bottle had been close at hand because she wasn't gone very long. It too

was pink with tiny baby animals in pastels decorating it. What captured

Joey's attention was that soft nipple and what it might feel like nursing.

Carol fought with herself over the shock of seeing Joey in that footed

sleeper now looking almost identical to Cindy. It was simply too amazingly

coincidental all of this.

"I was just telling Cindy... Joey that is, that we should wait till

morning for those calls. It's just a few more hours and if we wait till

then we've got better odds of reaching everyone. In fact, what I think we

should do is have you go to work, taking Cindy... darn it, take Joey with

you and then I make those calls," Helen said as Cindy handed Joey his baby

bottle. It was cool to the touch and filled with milk from the

refrigerator.

Joey hadn't missed the reference to him being Cindy but the thing was he

felt feminine or at least odd and it wasn't bad or as odd wearing pinks

and holding that baby bottle. Being called Cindy made sense in a way but

more than that, it made Joey feel... he was looking for a word then

blushed when he thought of the word 'cute'.

"Great idea. We'll be gone when you make those calls. Out of sight, out of

mind," Carol said watching Joey with his baby bottle looking now for a

spark of Cindy in his actions. Carol didn't miss that slight touch of his

thumb on the baby bottle nipple.

"It will give us a chance to calm down and give me a little more time to

think on this plan of ours," Helen said as she moved to the crib to give

Joey a hand getting in. His leg was nearly healed or enough that he was

walking on it fully now. He missed being carried though but even so, Helen

tucked him in and did so again. Same baby blanket but it now matched the

color of his sleeper. Joey felt awkward holding the baby's bottle but he

didn't dare nurse it with the two women in his room.

"Try and get some sleep," Helen said moving a finger over Joey's forehead.

Joey nodded fearful of saying anything. Joey was overwhelmed with emotions

most of which made him feel wonderful, safe, secure and so very silly

laying there in a pink sleeper and baby pants over a diaper with all of

it, except for his diaper, clearly meant for a girl. Helen's idea was

sound, he couldn't argue with the logic of it, but the logic of it only

carried him so far.

"I can't believe you talked him into dressing as a girl," Carol said to

Helen as they got ready for bed.

"OK, so I've pushed this a little. The thing is it's a good plan and then

I got to thinking that what if you are right? I mean what if we do

continue on in some fashion? I may have trouble believing it but I really

can't deny all of these coincidences. Just too many," Helen said.

"I know, it's making me nervous suddenly," Carol said.

I know that too. So then I got to thinking of Joey and how happy he's been

so far. Some of it those diapers and his diapering. Trouble is there was

no reason now for his diapers and clearly those were important to him.

Very important to him and to me as well. So, then I got to thinking that

if he dressed as Cindy and if Cindy was incontinent then Joey, by

pretending to be Cindy, could also pretend to be incontinent once again,"

Helen said.

"You realize of course that even with a little makeup and a bow, even a

dress, isn't going to hide him from the people that know he's here," Carol

said excitedly.

"Of course, but I wasn't intending to hide him," Helen said.

"But you said that was why he was going to dress as Cindy and run away,"

Carol said getting a little confused.

"I know. The thing is him dressing as a girl complicates things for the

system and for his uncle," Helen said.

"I don't follow you," Carol said.

"OK, look at this way... My intent, by dressing him as Cindy, is to

convince those people who know he is here that he'd rather be a girl,"

Helen said smiling.

"OK, you've lost me again," Carol said as she began getting ready for bed.

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"It's his emancipation that I'm worried about," Helen said as she too
began taking her clothes off.

"How so," Carol asked.

"Emancipation of a teenager, under the laws of this state, can only be
granted under stringent guidelines, none of which would support Joey's
attempts. Joey's uncle, while a low life, isn't really abusive so that
argument, if we tried to make it, would fail," Helen said.

"OK, so I've got that part now. So he can't be emancipated then," Carol
said sounding disappointed.

"But he can! OK here's the thing, the second most sound reason for
emancipation and the most often used would be for medical or mental
reasons. It has already been determined, and this by Joey himself that
he's incontinent or pretending to be. Rose knows that. She's also going to
know he's been faking his amnesia but I think she will go along with this.
While that isn't a strong enough case as medical reasons it's something,"
Helen said.

"OK," Carol said.

"What I do know, and this from past experiences, is that gender issues are
or can be considered reason enough for a near adult to partition for a
court ordered emancipation. More specifically those who are transsexuals
or thought to be. I believe it can be. I mean if Joey was perceived to be
a transsexual then I think we've got a case for his sake," Helen said.

"Helen, that makes sense, it really does, but Joey's a boy and no boy is
going to run around like a girl for the rest of his life just for the sake
of being emancipated," Carol said.

"It's not for the rest of his life. It's not even for a good portion of
it. In fact, it's only going to be for a couple of weeks, a few at most.
It's only going to be for as long as this legal process takes place. Look,
it's the perception that Joey wants to become female that we're looking at
here, not a reality. All we've got to do is help Joey convince a judge
that he would rather be a girl," Helen said.

"And you think Joey will dress as a girl for this," Carol asked.

"Honey, he already is, more or less. Heck, he's wearing those shortalls as
if he's been in them all of his life anyway. The only difference is
putting him into the pink ones," Helen noted and added, "and a couple of
additional hints that he desires to be female.

"And all that takes is him wearing a dress," Carol asked in a skeptical
voice.

"No, it also takes a doctor and, of course, the boy himself saying so
first of all," Helen said.

"And where are we going to find a doctor that is willing to go along with
this," Carol asked.

"Marcy Stern! Marcy is perfect. Marcy is a hypnotherapist but a therapist
first, but more importantly she's a psychologist and it takes a
psychologist to make that determination," Helen said.

"Oh Helen! You are brilliant! Yes, yes she'd do it in a heart beat. She
already is half convinced, no, make that more than half that Joey is Cindy
or that Cindy is Joey anyway. I can't believe this," Carol said moving to
Helen taking her in a warm embrace.

"All we've got to do now is explain this to Joey and get the legal stuff
out of the way. Once we've got that, he's free to be whoever he wants to
be or, if, as you believe, Cindy is part of him, then who she wants to
be," Helen said smiling.

"So he's not going to be running away," Carol asked.

"No, he's going to be in transition," Helen noted.

"OK, so we've got that part worked out, but there is still his uncle,"
Carol said with some amount of despair in her voice.

"Right! So we've got an uncle who, according to Joey, already thinks he's
some kind of sissy because of his size and looks and that's been part of
the problem with their relationship. So what do you think his uncle is
going to do if it turns out that Joey really is some kind of sissy," Helen
asked.

"Drop him like a bad habit I'd guess... I mean I hope," Carol noted.

"Exactly! So I get in touch with him, pay him his money with interest and
tell him that the boy he knows as Joey would rather be a girl known as
Joey," Helen noted and added, "maybe a cute picture of Joey in one of his
new dresses."

"Gosh, I hope this works," Carol said meaning it.

"It should and if it doesn't, then you and I really will help Joey run
away only I'll go with him," Helen said looking very determined.

"You'd run away," Carol asked.

"I would and in a second if I thought we might lose him back to that man,"
Helen said as she added, "truth is Joey has gotten under my skin and I
like him there."

Carol promised to call Marcy first thing and had. Helen also called Rose
Partridge of Social Services first thing that morning. Dr. Stern promised
to have a file developed to cover those weeks that Joey was in the women's
care, and under therapy. Marcy also promised a history of gender issues
with a diagnosis of transsexualism already defined.

Ironically, Rose wasn't surprised to discover that the boy in Helen's care
was slightly tipped towards female having seen the boy. She was also
thrilled to discover that the women would take on the responsibility of
supporting Joey's transition if that was a possible course of action.
There was no additional paper work and Rose liked that as well.

When that was settled Helen told Rose candidly about Joey's fraud and why
he had lied. It was Rose herself who suggested that Joey hold on to the
story that he'd had amnesia because that would take care of the fraud
issues with Social Services. Rose also promised to act as Joey's social
advocate when it came time to partition the court for both his
emancipation and his transition issues. It was all coming together nicely.

Detective Beckman, Juvenile Division, was contacted by Rose on Helen's
behalf and agreed, for the boy's sake to contact Sergeant Whittier,
Juvenile Crimes Division, at South Metro. Rose was hoping to see if they
couldn't drop the charges and get Joey's uncle out of the picture. By the
time Joey woke almost everything that needed to be in place was in place.

"Hey sunshine," Helen said coming into the room after knocking once.

"Hi," Joey said smiling up at Helen as he stretched. The act of stretching
tugged at his pink sleeper drawing it snug around his night time diaper
and those pink baby pants making his smile slightly broader. A second
later, as if caught in a new thought, Joey was frowning and Helen caught
it.

"Hey, what's wrong," Helen asked as she began the ritual of changing Joey
without realizing she no longer needed to.

"I... I guess I forgot and wet," Joey said sheepishly. It was the truth as
odd as it sounded.

"I guess I need to forget we're pretending then as well and put you right
back into diapers again," Helen said looking stern but breaking into a
slight smile as she added, "tell you what, we could simply pretend that
you're getting into your Cindy character more."

Joey's blush grew deeper as he nodded a yes. It was then that Helen noted
the baby's bottle laying next to Joey's pillow and that a third of the
milk was gone. Helen, without making any comment on the missing milk put
the bottle on the dresser as she tugged the drawer open for Joey's day
time diaper.

Joey watched Helen pick up the bottle flushing even deeper as he realized
he'd nursed more milk out of it than he'd planned. Helen had instantly
began tilling Joey about the change in plans and the calls that they'd
made. Joey didn't see that it made much difference in what he was to be
doing given that he'd still be dressing as a girl.

They had decided that it would be better if Joey went to work with Carol
so Helen could get with Detective Beckman and Sergeant Whittier to take
care of Joey's legal issues. That part worried Joey given that he was
still connected to his uncle for now.

Helen promised Joey that if things went sour with his uncle, Joey would be
hidden at Marcy's place immediately and remain there till they could get
in front of a judge. That part made Joey rest a little easier as Helen
tugged the zipper of Joey's sleeper down. It was oddly thrilling to see
those pink baby pants again Joey mused as Helen pulled the waist band down
to undo the pink diaper pins.
Joey laughed then, nervously.

"What," Helen asked.

"I guess we won't be needing to change the diaper pins," Joey said
remembering how he'd felt wearing those pink tipped pins at first.

"We can and, in fact, I will," Helen said smiling mischievously.

"Why," Joey asked suddenly sad to see the pink ones go.

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"Tired of looking at these pink bunnies. Think I'll pin you into your day

time diaper using the pink teddy bear set for a change," Helen said

snickering as she released Joey's wet diaper.

Joey joined in with Helen's laugh as Helen draped his sleeper over the end

of the crib before tugging his wet diaper and baby pants down his legs and

over his feet. He blushed some more given that this was no longer

something he 'had' to have.

"We're going to go with the pinks beginning today if that's still OK,"

Helen said as she fixed Joey's day time diaper under him.

"Anything that keeps me here is more than OK," Joey said smiling as he

held his bottom up so Helen could adjust the diaper.

"That's the spirit," Helen said twisting open the baby powder after a

couple of baby wipes. Joey thought he'd never smell that sweet talc-um ever

again as Helen sprinkled it over him.

She changed his diaper pins as promised using the pink teddy bear set to

pin his diaper on. She smiled warmly at Joey and Joey smiled back as she

pinned his diaper closed. Joey wore his second pair of pink baby pants

almost clear but with a tint of that color as Helen pulled them to his

diaper.

Joey's new short-all was identical to the ones he'd been wearing but of

course now in pink as Helen slipped those over his head. He wore a soft

pastel pink tee-shirt to match, thanks to Carol. Joey lifted again so she

could draw the open legs past his diaper and panties. Four snaps on either

side closed the legs and three between them at the crouch sealed his pants

closed.

Not much of a change except for the colors, Joey mused, till Helen stepped

from the dresser but now with a pair of lacy socks. Girls' socks in white

but laced slightly and edged in a pink ribbon to go with his or rather

Carol's Mary Jane shoes. Those shoes were decidedly girlish and very

definitely a little girl as Helen closed them on Joey's feet.

"There we go honey," Helen said patting his left ankle before helping Joey

stand. In the mirror and looking back a girl, Joey mused, and cute

besides, he thought, with a slight reddening of his face.

Joey's face reddening as it did caused Helen comments when she said, "I

think we'll go lighter on the blush when we do your makeup. I mean if

you're going to be doing that much."

It only made Joey blush more giving Helen a reason to laugh which then

gave Joey another reason to laugh. The laughing continued for a bit, some

of it nervously on Joey's part until Helen hugged him.

"What's that for," Joey asked since it was out of the blue almost.

"Just because," Helen said and then added, "so, are you going to feel

comfortable going to work with Carol? At least till I get some of this

stuff taken care of?"

"No," Joey said and meaning it but knowing, given Helen's plan, that him

being out of the house was less risky of him getting picked up. Getting

picked up looking like he did and wearing what he wore was not something

he wanted to happen.

"Oh oh," Rose said.

"What," Joey asked looking at the mirror.

"Your hair," Rose said moving to the dresser for the brush. Took a second

to part Joey's hair and another to brush the right side into a bundle

before Rose slipped a pink clip over it. She did the same to the other

side adding the second glittered clip and there was no doubt Joey was a

girl suddenly.

"Do you think my uncle will drop the charges," Joey asked.

"Yes," Helen said and then added, "and I'm going to bet he's not going to

contest your emancipation either."

"How do you know that," Joey asked slightly confused.

"I just know it," Helen said taking hold of Joey's hand to walk him into

the living room as she added as picked up her digital camera, "and I need

a picture of you as well."

Carol, in spite of preparing herself for this moment was still shocked at

the likeness between Joey and Cindy. It was that feminine look Joey now

had that made it so remarkable. It was striking and very unnerving as Joey

walked into the kitchen meekly.

"Ready my dear," Carol said as she tried desperately to ignore her

feelings while at the same time not succeeding.

"Did you manage to get in touch with Marcy," Helen asked.

"I did and she is developing a paper trail of visits to cover Joey's case.

She should have everything in the works by this afternoon," Carol said.

"Who's Dr. Marcy," Joey asked.

"Your doctor. She specializes, among many things, in helping young men

become young women," Helen said.

"Excuse me," Joey asked.

"It's how we are going to get you emancipated honey and one of the reasons

your uncle isn't going to want you back," Helen said as she adjusted the

camera before saying, "say cheese."

It had taken an hour to explain to the two policemen what was happening

and another hour to reach Joey's uncle.

"This him," Detective Beckman had said after showing Joey's uncle his

badge and introducing the rest.

"What the hell," Joey's uncle said looking again at Joey's picture as he

added, "I knew it! Damn, he looks just like a girl."

"That's why he ran away, and one of the reasons Rose here wants to pay you

back," Detective Beckman said.

"Or, you can continue to press charges and, since it's a misdemeanor, we

pick him up at this woman's place and return him here till his trial,"

Sergeant Whittier noted.

"Here," Joey's uncle said looking disgusted at the sissy image before him.

There were neighbors, co-workers and just passersby that would see the

same thing he saw as he said, "hell no."

"Sir," Sergeant Whittier asked.

"I said hell no. I don't want him here, not like that," Joey's uncle said.

"Are you dropping the charges," Sergeant Whittier asked.

"Hell yes! So where's my money," Joey's uncle asked.

"Going to get that when you come to court to sign a release," Sergeant

Whittier said.

"Release, court," Joey's uncle said.

"Won't take but a minute and you can see the boy if you want," Sergeant

Whittier said.

"Not me! No way! Keep the damn money and keep that... thing wherever he

is," Joey's uncle said before adding, "and good riddance."

Detective Beckman started the car smiling at Sergeant Whittier as he

closed the door. Rose was slightly confused still holding the money in the

envelope.

"Why didn't you let me give him the money," Rose asked.

"Wasn't worth it. I knew if I told him he'd have to see the boy he'd bolt

and why waste your money on the likes of that," Sergeant Whittier said.

"Thank you," Rose said watching Joey's uncle spit, then wipe his face

before turning back towards the broken screen door.

"Rest of this is up to you," Detective Beckman said as he moved off

towards Rose's place as he added, "both our cases just got closed."

Meanwhile, Joey was learning how to use a sewing machine as Carol lowered

the foot so Joey could add a bit of lace to the hem of an old dress. They

had driven in with Joey's new identity in his purse stopping first for a

donut and coffee before opening the shop. Carol put Joey to work

immediately cutting out a pattern after she showed him how. The were both

nervous waiting to hear from Rose.

No one gave Joey anything other than a smile for most of the morning and

Joey found himself happily smiling back. This was too weird, he mused,

then not he also mused as he stepped on the pedal of the machine to start

feeding the material and lace through. What had his uncle said, he

wondered.

"Hey," Rose said coming into the shop under the tinkling of the bell over

the door. Joey was up in an instant and met Rose with a hug. Carol too

came from around the counter and Rose got another hug before the two stood

quietly, waiting.

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"Your uncle wasn't comfortable with this new look of yours," Rose said
laughing as she added, "dropped all of the charges and I have two
witnesses, both policeman, that heard him agree to let you go into our
custody. Needs paper work but we've gotten past that. Called Helen and
she's doing that paperwork right now."

"So I can be emancipated," Joey asked thrilled to a state of giddiness.

"No, no need," Rose said.

"What," Carol asked and added, "why?"

"We're going to become your legal guardians. Should be done by the end of
today or not later than tomorrow. I'm afraid, you're going to have to stay
with us until you're at least eighteen," Rose said.

Joey stood there letting the whole thing sink in as Rose's words swept
over him. There was one serious nagging question he had, but too afraid to
ask and his face changed. Rose saw it and when Rose's face changed Carol
then noticed.

"You mind hanging out with a couple of women," Rose asked.

"No," Joey said smiling, but the enthusiasm was gone from his face.

"Going to mean you being a little more feminine for a time. We're too old
to change, you're not. At least till we can get use to having a guy living
with us," Rose said sounding stern.

"What if that guy didn't mind being too feminine," Joey said almost in a
whisper and looking very embarressed.

"Even better! Cheaper besides. I mean we've got all of those clothes
still," Rose said.

"Cindy would like that," Carol said looking at Joey.

Joey's smile came back, this time broader than before, clearly happier as
he said, "Do you think, wherever Cindy is, Cindy knows?"

"What do you think," Carol asked in a hopeful tone.

"She does," Joey said after thinking for a moment, and before adding, in
an even softer voice, "Actually, I know she does."

Post Script

It was Helen's fault, that paper work snafu, when Joey began signing the
pages he needed to sign while Rose and Carol signed theirs. Rose had
inadvertently changed Joey's gender to female after filing the necessary
paper work for Joey's transition forgetting, she said, that Joey wasn't
actually transistioning and was male.

Helen promised to make the changes back again, but it would take a bit she
said apologetically. The changes, those errors actually only meant Joey
would have to remain female to the world for a bit longer. No more than a
few months till she got them through the courts again.

Trouble was, and the reason it would take longer then before, was because
Helen had submitted the doctors recommendations as well. It had
complicated things some. A silly mistake and again she apologized before
leaving Joey, Rose and Carol to themselves that day.

There wasn't much left in the attic by that time, and Joey was already
wearing Cindy's jumpers when he drove in with Carol to work. Of course
Joey only worked a few hours a day with Carol, with the rest spent at home
working on his high school diploma with Rose.

Both were working on Joey's night time incontinence but not too hard since
he was dry during the day. Wearing big girl panties helped with that.
However, Dr. Marcy Stern didn't want either of them pushing Joey too hard
on giving up his baby things at night till she was able to get him past
the memories of losing his parents.

No one saw Rose's smile, nor Joey's as Marcy drove off after saying
that...

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