Kaylee, thankfully, had taken full charge of getting Mira to the daycare.

By this point, Kaylee was nearly back to her full Amazon size. Her height towered over Ash once more, and her presence was commanding in a way that was impossible to ignore.

But despite that—

Her bladder control was still just as nonexistent as it had been when she was a Little.

Ash tried not to think about that.

She had enough on her plate.

As she entered the daycare, she immediately checked in Mira as a new Little, her fingers flying over the system, her heart hammering, and she praying that the system wouldn’t recognize anything strange.

And to her relief—

It didn’t.

The system seemed to register Mira’s and Kaylee’s new sizes as entirely new individuals.

Ash quickly deleted Kaylee’s old profiles, erasing any evidence of her past as a Little and replacing it with a new entry marking her as an Amazon caregiver. Interestingly, the bot had a section to mark Kaylee as diaper-dependent, even as an Amazon. Ash’s finger hesitated before hitting the button. 

She would have to explain later why she had suddenly hired an Amazon.

But she didn’t care.

Right now?

Right now, she just needed to get through the day.

As she finished entering the data, the Nanny Bot rolled up beside her, beeping softly before running a full-body scan.

Ash’s stomach dropped.

Then—

The readout appeared.

Diaper Status: Soaked.

Ash’s cheeks burned, her body freezing in place as the bot whirred, preparing to act on what it had detected.

"No, no, no—"

Before she could even process her next move, she suddenly felt herself being lifted.

"H-Hey—!"

A small, startled sound escaped her lips as she was scooped up into strong arms—

Kaylee’s arms.

Kaylee, now back to nearly full Amazon size, held Ash as if she weighed nothing at all.

"I got her," Kaylee informed the bot smoothly, her voice even and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

"I’ll get Ash changed."

The Nanny Bot hesitated, beeping as if about to protest—

But before it could so much as whirr in disapproval, Kaylee had already turned away, carrying Ash effortlessly into the bathroom.

The door clicked shut, sealing them inside.

Kaylee moved with purpose, gently but firmly laying Ash down on the changing table. Her hands were already working to gather supplies.

Ash hid her face in her hands, her body burning with humiliation.

"I—" she stammered, her voice small, weak, utterly mortified.

"Sorry."

Kaylee’s hands paused, and then she let out a soft sigh, her voice genuine, regretful.

"No," she murmured. "I should be the one apologizing."

Ash’s fingers curled, her whole body tense, mortified, utterly humiliated.

"I saw what the bot was going to do," Kaylee continued, her voice gentle as she undid the diaper tapes, moving quickly and efficiently yet not rushing through the process.

"And trust me, Ash… this? This was the better alternative."

Ash bit her lip, her breath shaky and uneven, her cheeks hot.

She knew.

She knew what would have happened if Kaylee hadn’t intervened.

The Nanny Bot would have changed her in front of everyone.

Out in the open.

No privacy.

No dignity.

She swallowed hard.

And as much as it humiliated her to be laid out like this, to be handled like this—

She was grateful.

Beyond grateful.

"Th-thank you," she whispered, her face still burning.

Kaylee chuckled softly, shaking her head as she dusted on powder, pulling a fresh diaper snugly into place.

"No problem."

Kaylee worked with methodical ease, undoing the soaked diaper, wiping Ash clean, moving quickly but efficiently, and her hands steadily practiced.

Too practiced.

Ash shifted slightly, trying to push past her humiliation, but curiosity nagged at her.

"What did you do with Mira?" she asked, her voice still slightly strained from the embarrassment of being in this position.

Kaylee didn’t pause, simply tossing the used diaper aside and dusting on powder, her expression neutral.

"Set her up in a bouncer."

Ash blinked.

"A… bouncer?"

Kaylee nodded.

"Pacified, too. Along with a localized numbing agent for her tongue."

Ash stiffened slightly, her stomach twisting uncomfortably.

"Just in case," Kaylee added, snapping the fresh diaper snugly into place and taping it up securely.

Ash nodded slowly, her fingers clenching at the changing table beneath her.

She swallowed, then sat up slightly, looking at Kaylee more closely.

"You’re… surprisingly good at this."

Kaylee snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Gee, thanks."

Ash hesitated.

"I mean, like—a little too good."

Kaylee just smirked, shaking her head, clearly not giving Ash a straight answer.

Ash sighed, running a hand through her hair, trying to collect herself as she scooted off the changing table.

"Kaylee," she murmured, her voice turning serious.

"We can’t just keep playing pretend."

Kaylee exhaled sharply, leaning back slightly, her eyes meeting Ash’s evenly.

"I know."

She crossed her arms, expression unreadable.

"But what other choice do we have?"

Ash pressed her lips into a thin line, the weight of reality settling back onto her shoulders.

Because that was the real question, wasn’t it?

What the hell were they going to do about Mira?

They couldn’t just keep her like this forever.

Mira still hated them.

And honestly?

Who wouldn’t be in her position?

She had been stripped of her body, her status, and her identity and turned into everything she probably despised most in the world.

And the problem with that?

It meant she was going to play them.

She was going to put on a show, tell them exactly what they wanted to hear and say all the right things to gain their trust and trick them into believing she had accepted this.

And then?

Then, she would strike the second she had an opportunity.

She would run.

She would tell.

And they would be screwed.

So, what the hell were they supposed to do?

Kaylee, still finishing securing Ash’s fresh diaper, was the one who floated the idea first.

"Memory removal."

Ash stiffened slightly, her breath catching, but she didn’t immediately dismiss it.

Because as horrifying as it was—

It might be their only option.

"It’s possible," Kaylee murmured, snapping the tabs securely into place, watching as the shell of Ash’s diaper auto-locked, confirming the change in the system.

"But it’s expensive."

Ash sighed, rubbing her temples.

"And risky."

"And presents a lot of challenges," Kaylee added, helping Ash down from the changing table, smoothing the wrinkles from Ash’s outfit like she was just another one of her Littles.

Ash ignored the action, her mind still spinning.

"The longer we’re with Mira, the more memories we’d have to remove," she muttered, more to herself than to Kaylee.

Kaylee nodded.

"It’s not the best option."

Ash let out a humorless laugh, crossing her arms.

"No."

"But right now?"

Kaylee sighed, tilting her head slightly, her eyes flicking to the closed bathroom door where Mira was still waiting in her bouncer.

"It’s the only one we have."

Ash felt her stomach twist.

Because she knew Kaylee was right.

But what about doing something like that?

Of erasing someone’s memories just to protect themselves?

It was starting to feel like they were crossing a line they could never come back from.

Then again—

Hadn’t they already?

Ash stepped up to the bathroom door, hand on the handle, but she didn’t open it right away.

She hesitated.

Then, she glanced back at Kaylee—who now towered over her, her nearly full-grown Amazon form an undeniable presence.

"Kaylee..." Ash murmured, her voice hesitant, uneasy.

Kaylee tilted her head slightly, waiting.

"I’m worried about cartoon time."

The words hung between them, thick with unspoken fear.

Naomi and Oliver.

The targeted hypnosis.

The recording of her reactions.

Ash’s stomach twisted violently just thinking about it.

Kaylee nodded in understanding, her expression serious, firm.

"When the time comes," she said, her voice gentle but unwavering, "excuse yourself. Go back up to the apartment."

"I’ll take care of things here."

Ash exhaled softly, her shoulders loosening just a bit.

"You sure?"

Kaylee smirked, rolling her eyes.

"I think I can handle it."

Ash huffed a soft laugh, nodding, her lips curling into a small, genuine smile.

"Thank you."

And with that, she opened the door, stepping out into the bustling daycare.

The daycare was already alive with noise, with parents arriving to drop off their little ones. The familiar routine was settling in like a well-oiled machine.

The other assistants had arrived and were already tending to the giggling and waddling of children in various corners of the daycare.

Everything was normal.

Everything was as it should be.

Except—

Mira.

Ash spotted her immediately, her eyes widening slightly.

One of the Assistants was playing with her, blissfully unaware of the truth.

Of who she really was.

The Assistant cooed, holding Mira’s hands, bouncing her slightly, and treating her like just another adorable, helpless Little girl in need of care and attention.

And Mira?

Her face was scarlet red, her entire body stiff with shame and humiliation, her tiny fists clenching at her sides, her jaw tight as she endured the treatment.

Ash exchanged a glance with Kaylee, who merely raised a brow, silently asking—

"Do we step in, or do we let her suffer a little longer?"

Ash sighed, rubbing her temples.

Ash had expected the questions about Kaylee.

An Amazon caregiver suddenly appearing in a daycare staffed almost exclusively by Tweeners and the occasional bot?

Of course, they were going to be concerned.

"Where did she come from?"

"Why haven’t we heard of her before?"

"Are you sure we should be letting an Amazon into our ranks?"

Ash had already prepared her answers.

"Kaylee is a transplant from another daycare under the same owner," she explained smoothly. "She transferred into the city."

The other assistants didn’t look happy with the answer.

But—

They accepted it.

For now.

That was all that mattered.

As the designated time approached, Kaylee found Ash grabbing her arm with a firm but gentle grip.

"Ash, can we talk?"

Her voice was low, serious, quiet enough that none of the other Assistants could overhear.

Ash nodded immediately.

"Of course."

Without hesitation, she led Kaylee into the private bathroom, locking the door behind them to prevent barge-in.

When she turned back—

Kaylee was already on the changing table.

Ash blinked in mild surprise, tilting her head slightly.

Kaylee looked... too big for it.

Her knees had to bend awkwardly, her frame clearly pushing the limits of what the table could support.

A faint blush dusted her cheeks, but she said nothing, simply waiting, looking as if she was forcing herself to relax.

Ash didn’t question it.

She just moved, setting to work immediately, undoing the tapes of Kaylee’s diaper, her mind already focused on the bigger issue.

"Have you felt any semblance of control coming back?"

Her voice was gentle careful, as if she was trying not to sound too hopeful.

Kaylee’s cheeks darkened further, her eyes flicking away, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Then, finally, she shook her head.

"No."

The word came out small, embarrassed as if she hated admitting it.

Ash sighed softly, nodding in quiet understanding, finishing the clean-up process before reaching for a fresh diaper.

Ash was grateful she had decided to stock diapers of all sizes just in case.

She hadn’t expected to need them for an Amazon.

But now?

Now, she was making a mental note to place an order for more in Kaylee’s new size.

Because at this rate, she wasn’t going to grow out of them anytime soon.

She finished securing the fresh diaper snugly around Kaylee’s hips, the tapes adhering firmly, locking her in.

Kaylee let out a soft sigh, standing up and stretching before hopping lightly down from the table.

"Thanks, Ash," she murmured, adjusting the waistband slightly, making sure it was comfortable.

Ash nodded, barely having time to process before—

"Do you need a change too?"

Ash froze, her entire body going rigid, her face heating instantly.

She glanced away, unable to meet Kaylee’s eyes, and with a small, meek nod—

Kaylee grinned.

Before Ash could even think to protest, Kaylee’s strong arms were suddenly around her, lifting her effortlessly onto the changing table.

"H-Hey—"

Ash’s protest died in her throat as Kaylee gently laid her back, her movements careful, practiced, unshaken.

Ash felt her blush deepen, her fingers clenching at the table beneath her as Kaylee went to work.

The tapes peeled away with a soft rip, the soaked padding exposed, and Ash bit her lip, trying to ignore the wave of humiliation washing over her.

"So," Kaylee started casually, grabbing a wipe, "let’s talk about Mira."

Ash let out a breath, trying to focus on anything other than her current position.

"What about her?"

"Oh, you know—" Kaylee wiped her clean, grabbing fresh powder. "The fact that she’s absolutely, completely, miserable."

Ash huffed a quiet laugh, unable to argue.

"With the numbing agent," Kaylee continued, "she hasn’t been able to say much to the other Assistants."

Ash nodded, relaxing just slightly as Kaylee worked.

"And from what I saw?"

Kaylee smirked, taping the fresh diaper into place and giving it a light, teasing pat.

"They all think she’s the cutest thing ever."

Ash snorted, covering her face with her hands.

"Oh, she must hate that."

Kaylee chuckled, helping Ash down from the table, smoothing out her clothes just as she had done before.

"Oh, you have no idea."

"How long do you think we can keep this up?" Ash asked, adjusting her clothes as they stepped away from the changing table. Their fresh diapers crinkled softly as they moved.

Kaylee let out a slow breath, shaking her head.

"I don’t know," she admitted, frowning slightly, her brow furrowing in thought.

"Mira’s not stupid."

Ash nodded grimly.

"No, she’s not."

That was what worried her the most.

Mira wasn’t some mindless Little who had been raised in a world that broke them down until they accepted their place.

Mira was sharp, intelligent, resourceful—

And she hated them.

They could already see it in her burning green eyes, the way she glared at them with unfiltered rage, the way she simmered beneath the surface, waiting, plotting.

She would try something.

Sooner or later, she would find a way to communicate.

And once she did?

Everything would fall apart.

Kaylee crossed her arms, her voice low, serious.

"We need to be very careful."

Ash exhaled sharply, nodding.

"Thankfully, the assistants are used to dealing with naughty Littles who try to act out," she muttered. "They won’t think much of it when she pulls something."

"Still," Kaylee added, her tone troubled, "it’s only a matter of time."

They exchanged a long look, both of them thinking the same thing.

They needed a permanent solution before Mira found a way to ruin everything.

But for now?

They had other problems to deal with.

Ash and Kaylee stepped out of the private bathroom, the familiar sound of Littles giggling, 

whining, playing, filling the air.

It was almost time.

Kaylee turned to Ash, giving her a subtle nod.

Ash nodded back, taking a deep breath before turning to the other Assistants.

"I’m going to grab a bite to eat while the Littles enjoy the cartoon," she announced, keeping her tone casual, light, unconcerned.

None of the assistants even questioned it.

They just nodded, already busy rounding up the Littles, ushering them toward the screen, preparing for Naomi and Oliver’s latest episode.

Ash didn’t waste any time.

She turned on her heel and exited the daycare, her heart beating a little too fast as she made her way up the stairs back toward her apartment.

As she shut the door behind her, she let out a long, shaky breath, her fingers digging into the doorframe.

She was safe.

For now.

But she could still hear it in her head.

That sickly-sweet voice.

That silver-tongued whisper.

"Come on, Ash…"

"Just one episode."

Ash shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut.

No.

Not today.

As Ash stepped fully into the apartment, she immediately noticed the soft hum of the TV still playing in the living room.

The latest sitcom they had been watching must have kept running, left on when they had rushed out that morning.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, her body still tense from the conversation with Kaylee, from the sheer weight of the day.

She stepped toward the remote, reaching to turn it off—

Only for the screen to flicker.

The picture warped, the sitcom cutting out, dissolving into a mess of static and darkness.

Then—

That theme song started playing.

A slow, sickly-sweet melody, one that filled Ash’s veins with ice.

Her heart stopped.

No.

No.

She lunged forward, diving for the remote, fingers fumbling desperately as her breath turned ragged, her entire body shaking violently.

She had to turn it off.

She had to turn it off now.

Her fingers were moments away from smashing the power button when—

A voice.

Smooth.

Silky.

Sweet as poison.

"Ohh, sweetheart…"

Ash froze.

The remote slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor.

The screen flickered again, and then—

There she was.

Naomi.

Her perfect, polished smile.

Her sharp, knowing eyes.

Looking straight at her.

"You don’t want to do that."

Ash’s breath hitched.

Her lungs locked.

The air in the room grew thick, suffocating, pressing in around her like a cage—

And she couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

Because Naomi was here.

Naomi’s warm, saccharine smile filled the screen. The intro melody played softly in the background, wrapping around Ash like a suffocating embrace.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Naomi cooed, her voice so smooth, so kind, so utterly inescapable.

Ash cried out, but the sound barely made it past her lips.

Because she couldn’t pull away.

Her eyes refused to move, locked onto the gentle, swirling colors, onto the soft, inviting images, onto Naomi’s perfect, comforting presence.

She barely registered it when her body plopped down, her thickly padded bum sinking into the floor with a soft crinkle.

Her lips parted slightly, trembling—

Then, without thought, without hesitation—

Her thumb slipped between them.

She suckled docilely, her lips slowly bobbing, her breathing evening out, her body relaxing, completely, utterly, helplessly pliant.

The show began.

Pulling her in.

Deeper.

Deeper.

"Good girl, Ash," Naomi praised, her warm voice filled with gentle approval, making Ash’s chest flutter, making her feel light, small, and safe.

"Just let go, sweetheart."

Ash’s body tingled, her mind growing foggy, every inch of her settling, accepting, surrendering to Naomi’s voice.

Because Naomi knew best.

Naomi knew what Ash needed.

And every episode of Naomi and Oliver—

One could only truly enjoy it in a soiled diaper.

"Come on, baby girl," Naomi cooed, her voice melting into Ash’s brain like honey, smoothing away every thought, every protest, every last ounce of fight.

"Good girls don’t hold it."

Ash’s breathing hitched, her body tensing slightly, a small whimper escaping her lips.

No—

No, she shouldn’t—

"Just let go for Naomi."

The warmth started seeping into her padding, slow, steady, unstoppable.

A breathless moan slipped past her lips, her muscles giving in completely, the padding swelling between her legs, growing heavier, thicker, warmth spreading all around her.

"That’s it, sweetheart."

Her relaxation deepened, and her thoughts dissolved further. Her eyes glazed, unfocused, and her body slumped just a little more.

But Naomi wasn’t done yet.

"You don’t just need to wet, do you?"

Ash let out a soft, muffled whine, her thumb suckling faster, her body shivering as the feeling built, pressed, and pushed.

"You can’t enjoy the show properly without making a big, mushy, messy diaper for me, can you?"

Ash whimpered, her body obediently shifting, hunching slightly. Her breath was quivering, her chest rising and falling quickly.

No—

No, she shouldn’t—

"Be a good baby, Ash. Just push."

Her body obeyed before her mind could fight it.

She strained slightly, her face growing warm. The soft, squishy weight settled beneath her, pressing against her and surrounding her in mushy warmth.

A wave of endorphins crashed over her, tingling her spine and making her entire body shudder with euphoria.

"Mmmm… that’s my good girl."

Ash let out a breathy sigh, her body melting into the floor, the show pulling her in even deeper, the sensation of her warm, full diaper grounding her in bliss, a moan of pleasure slipping between her lips and thumb.

"Now we can really enjoy the show."

Ash nodded slowly, her thumb still bobbing, her mind too deep, too far gone to fight.

Because Naomi was right.

Naomi was always right.

And Ash was such a good girl for her.

"Such a good girl, Ash," Naomi crooned, her voice soft, warm, dripping with endless affection.

"Such a good baby for your Mommy."

Ash’s breath hitched, a small, confused whimper escaping her lips as she continued suckling her thumb, staring glassy-eyed at the screen.

Her… Mommy?

Her mind tripped over the word, something aching, twisting, curling inside her chest, a feeling so deep and terrible and overwhelming she didn’t even know how to describe it.

She didn’t have a Mommy.

The realization crashed into her, sinking into her bones, squeezing her heart like a cold, unrelenting fist.

She didn’t have a Mommy to hold her, love her, praise her when she was a good baby, and make her feel special, cherished, and wanted…

She didn’t have a Mommy to tell her she was loved.

A sharp, shaky inhale, her thumb popping from her lips, a fresh wave of grief swallowing her whole.

She wanted a Mommy.

She needed a Mommy.

The realization was so sudden, so all-consuming that she nearly burst into tears, her breath quivering, her vision blurring with hot, stinging tears.

Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and a small, helpless sob escaped before she could even stop herself.

"Oh, sweetheart…"

Naomi’s voice was softer now, gentle as if she could feel the desperation radiating off Ash in waves.

"Shhh, it’s okay."

"It’s okay, baby girl."

Oliver’s voice joined in, his usual playful teasing gone, replaced with gentle reassurance.

"You’ll find a Mommy, Ash."

"A wonderful, loving Mommy who will treasure you."

"You just have to be patient, baby girl."

"You’ll have a Mommy soon."

"We promise."

Something warm, soft, and hopeful bloomed in Ash’s chest. Her sobs softened into quiet sniffles, and her body relaxed slightly into her squishy, warm padding.

Yes.

Yes, she would find a Mommy.

A good Mommy.

A Mommy who would cherish her, love her, praise her.

The grief eased, fading into something lighter, brighter, warmer.

A renewed hope filled her chest, replacing the dark, painful ache.

"That’s my good girl," Naomi whispered sweetly.

"You’re going to be okay."

The memories came rushing back—

But they weren’t the same anymore.

The fear.
The terror.
The sheer, suffocating horror of being trapped in infancy against her will—

It shifted.

It morphed into something…

Softer.

Kinder.

As if she were seeing it through a different lens.

Through Naomi and Oliver’s lens.

She had once thought of her Mommies as monsters—as people who had stolen her agency, her dignity, her life.

But now?

Now she realized the truth.

They had been doing what they thought was right.

They had been showing her love.

She had just been too stubborn, too resistant, too blind to see it.

Her Mommies had wanted her to feel cherished, to know she was loved.

And they showed that by teaching her—by showing her how to be a good girl.

A good baby.

That was how they loved her.

That was how all Mommies loved their Littles.

Unconditionally. Overflowing. Never-ending.

They had so much love for her that it bubbled over, spilling into every little moment—

The diaper changes.
The bottles.
The soft, cooing voices.
The lullabies.
The pats and cuddles.
The enforced naps.
The nursery.

Everything she had once seen as oppression, as cruelty—

It had never been that.

It had been love.

Because if they didn’t baby her—

They didn’t truly love her.

Ash’s chest clenched painfully, her heart aching with a deep, soul-crushing grief.

How could she have been so blind?

Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, soaking into the collar of her shirt, her thumb slipping deeper between her lips as she suckled faster, her body curling inward, trembling.

"Oh, sweetheart," Naomi murmured, her voice soft, warm, full of gentle sympathy.

"You’re remembering, aren’t you?"

Ash nodded weakly, her shoulders shaking.

She had lost so much.

Her Mommies, their love, their gentle guidance—

She had fought against it.

She had been so, so foolish.

"Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl," Oliver soothed.

"We’re here for you."

"You don’t have to fight anymore."

"Just let go."

Ash sobbed, her heart fracturing under the weight of her revelation, her body giving in completely.

She had never been abandoned.

She had never been unloved.

She had just been a bad baby.

But now?

Now, she would be good.

Now, she would earn back that love.

Because Mommies only love good babies.

And Ash?

Ash was going to be the best baby.

Deep within the recesses of her mind, something stirred.

Something desperate.

Something clawing its way up from the abyss, screaming, fighting, thrashing, trying to break through the thick, syrupy haze that had wrapped itself around Ash’s mind.

Her true self.

The real Ash.

"NO!"

She screamed within the void, trying to wrench control back, trying to snap herself out of it.

"STOP! THIS ISN’T REAL! THIS ISN’T LOVE! THIS ISN’T—"

But it was so easy to ignore her.

So easy to let Naomi’s voice drown her out.

So easy to suckle her thumb and giggle and let the warmth of her full diaper soothe her into Naomi’s embrace.

Because Naomi knew best.

Naomi loved her.

Naomi made everything feel good.

And yet—

Something was wrong.

Something Ash hadn’t thought about yet.

Somewhere in the far, distant corners of her mind, the thought began to form, slow, creeping, nagging at the edges of her awareness.

A prickle of unease.

A whisper of something off, something missing, something she had overlooked.

And then—

The credits began to roll.

The happy, cheerful jingle filled the air, the bright, colorful letters dancing across the screen.

The episode was over.

It was over.

It was supposed to be over.

Ash’s body relaxed further, her muscles turning to jelly, her mind preparing to drift into content, blissful emptiness—

And then—

The next episode began playing.

Immediately.

Without anyone touching the remote.

Without the assistants there to end it.

Without Ash able to leave.

Her body reacted instantly, giggles bubbling up from deep in her chest, her hands clapping excitedly, her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she bounced happily on the floor.

Naomi’s syrupy voice filled the air.

"That’s my good girl, Ash."

"Let’s make sure you’re nice and comfy for this next one, hmm?"

The pressure in Ash’s belly returned, warmth pooling deep inside her gut, her body shuddering in pleasure as her muscles obeyed Naomi’s will.

She strained slightly, her thumb never leaving her mouth, another soft, mushy weight settling beneath her, adding to the squishy warmth enveloping her.

Naomi cooed in delight.

"Ohhh, that’s it, sweetheart. Such a good baby."

Ash whimpered softly, her entire body tingling with bliss, her thoughts fading, slipping further away—

But deep inside—

Her true self was screaming.

Because this wasn’t just another episode.

This wasn’t just a momentary lapse.

She was stuck here.

Watching episode after episode after episode.

For how long?

She didn’t know.

Her mind screamed in panic, clawing desperately, trying to break through—

But her body only giggled, rocking happily, eagerly awaiting whatever Naomi wanted her to do next.