Jessika’s New Life – Chapter Three
Amanda took a moment, seeming to hesitate for a second, before she finished parking and got out, coming around to unbuckle me, as if I couldn’t. I probably could, though it would take me longer, smaller hands, and in this body I wasn’t as dexterous as before. She got the straps off, and helped me out, which, while perhaps un-necessary, was nice. And all that was left was the walk across the parking lot, or at least all that was left before we got inside. I stumbled a few times, my feet still didn’t want to function as well as my adult feet had in my old body. I wondered if this was another alteration the prisons made to the genes of the bodies they used for the prisoners. It seemed like it probably was. At any rate despite being far more used to the body, my walking was slower, partly due to my much lessened stride, and partly due to some other intangible reason I wasn’t sure of. But we made it into what was, it seemed a mall. It was crowded and packed, not surprising, considering that after all the BS humanity had been through, people tended to clump together more now. But at any rate, it might also just feel that way because it used to be a bit more…roomy in the city. Amanda looked at me quietly for a moment. “I no wan get wost…” I said slightly awkward, slightly ashamed that someone of my age should have that worry. Despite in this body, with my pace, it was a very real possibility. She eyed me, seeming to see the pride I had had to wrestle down to say that, and hesitated. But then a group of people jostled us a little leaving, and she seemed to make up her mind. She grabbed my hand firmly, and wove around the area, looking for a directory. I fidgeted as she read, noting the fact that my clothing didn’t really hide my diaper. It wasn’t visible, but it was obviously there. After a minute of awkward fidgeting, she pulled me off in another direction. We took ages climbing some stairs, me toddling up them slowly, before we got to the top. There was more walking, more people talking loudly around us, and then we entered a store. My mind was largely elsewhere. I was so un-nerved by everything. A mall is one thing from an adult view. But everyone was more than twice my size it seemed. It made the mall downright frightening sometimes, like when someone nearly walked right into me. But then I saw the store was full of various baby things, and I sighed. A baby supply store, naturally. And the first place she went was to the stroller aisle. It wasn’t surprising, but I already felt more like a harmless little girl than ever before, half scared of the sheer numbers of people who towered over me, walking and then just barely maneuvering so they didn’t kick me with their stride.
She unfolded a variety, examining them, before ending up with 2 models, problem was, one was a little boy version of footballs and baseball catcher’s gloves, and other spots and boy things, and the other was much more girly. She seemed to look me over with a sad sympathizing glance, and ended up getting the girls one for clear reasons, which I didn’t bother to ask. I couldn’t deny it would attract less attention, and made more sense. Needless to say though, I blushed incredibly as we went up to the cashier and she bought that first. With a sympathizing hug, she sat me in it, and went back to look at other store areas, not bothering to buckle me in as we were still in the store. “Sorry” She said a few minutes later, under the pretext of examining something on a low shelf. I sighed audibly before responding. “it otay”. After the stroller, she bought some random other things, including sippy cups and a couple bottles. She had been throughout in her reading of the prison notes. In this body my lack of nimble-ness was suck that I has issues with spilling things. No doubt part of the plan, to break down a criminal they must have to rely on help for everything. But since my body had been…I didn’t want to think about it. In the end, I had to use this one for the rest of my life. In the end the rather infantile essentials were purchased. Aparently the lawyer had done a fair job, as I doubted she was taking the costs entirely out of her own pocket. I knew there was funds provided as “recompense” for my wrongful imprisonment. And in my special circumstances, the first payment was given much faster than normal. Then came a rather basic pale pink changing mat, and one of the machines I had seen in the prison, which apparently made disposable diapers re-usable. I wasn’t sure on how, but they worked in some kind of dishwasher type situation, only without spraying water and bursting the sap. Then again the diapers that were safe for the machine, while technically disposable, were probably altered to work with it. Either way, that was purchased. And in the end I was bucked up, and we headed out, her pushing me this time as I was seated firmly in the stroller. This was the reasonable solution to get getting lost problem.
The crowded mall was somewhat frightening still, despite being in the stroller, due to the sheer size and volume to people. I imagine this is how jack must have felt in the world of giants up the beanstalk in fairy tales. Now we headed up a few ramps, and enjoyed being squashed amongst the high density of people here, before arriving at…a clothing store. A baby and Toddler clothing store to be clear. And the second we came in the excited and social shopkeeper seemed to look us over, and it wasn’t more than a minute before she was in front of us. She bend down and looked at me, I blushed furiously and wished I had something to use to hide my face. But she didn’t hesitate, and stood up, only to tell Amanda how cute I was, and that they had some clothes that would be perfect for me. You know that type of shopkeeper, the one over-eager to assist, perhaps hoping to get a raise with effort, and pure friendliness. In the end, she took us over to the little girls section, and seemed to pay fair attention to us, over-eager to help. As a result, any chance of more gender-neutral clothing was out the window as we didn’t get much privacy. But that was not the worst part. She proceeded to again complement how cute I was and suggest I pick out one. Hesitantly, but not wanting to look suspicious, Amanda seemed to sigh, without doing so audibly, and shoot my sympathetic looks. In the end, the shopkeeper had took us to the most girly baby and toddler clothes section in my size, right in front of the dresses, and I got to pick a dress. They were all girly in the extreme. It was basically the most embarrassing thing the shopkeeper could have done, to make me feel as girly as possible. In the end, the entire wardrobe was girly, virtually no gender neutral pieces. She promised to get some of those at another store at another time. She bend in low and whispered it in my ear, pretending to kiss me perhaps.
Then we left, and headed out once again. She seemed to see my embarrassment and perhaps could tell I felt ashamed of myself. The next stop was…a toystore. That made me feel still more childish. We roamed the isles randomly, before my gift was resolved to be, a stuffed animal. It was the only kind of toy I was yet kinda…attached to. I was given multiple choices, blushed heavy, and chose out of the options she mentioned, a fairly large leopard nearly as bad as me. We proceeded to the check out, where there was a line. Sadly, I chose that exact moment to unwillingly void both bladder and bowels. And it didn’t help that this one seemed more smelly than ever, though perhaps my acute fears and embarrassment sent my sense of smell through the roof. As a result, I stood in a fully loaded diaper, and within a minute people seemed to turn to see the smell. I used the stuffed animal as a sort of shield, half-way managing to hide my huge blush, and the entire thing served to only make it clear that it was me. A pair of minutes later, some jostling in the line sent me tumbling back, resulting in an audible squish sound, and more unpleasantness. Amanda put me back in the stroller to help me avoid that happening again, but the very act of sitting in the stroller only spread it around. In the end, I spent virtually the entire time hiding behind the stuffed animal, accept when it was taken to scan at the check out. With the thing purchased, she headed out to find a bathroom with a changing area. Luck was not on our side, as the next 2 were taken. In the end, seeming to ooze regret and sympathy, she told me that we would have to change it when we got home. So we left, and I was taken up, straped into the carseat, squishing more in the process, and we got home in record time considering the prior trip to get there. She got me out of the carseat, brought the changing mat, and got me changed on the living room floor, taking extra care to wipe everywhere in the diaper area clean. I was left in just a diaper for a few minutes while she brought things in, and then she changed my clothes, putting me in, you could see this coming, a dress. But considering the irksome shopkeeper, I had gotten more than a couple. But I wasn’t bothered. I was just glad to out of the mall. We sat on the couch for a few minutes, while I vented my emotion, largely silent crying over feeling the most embarrassed I had ever felt, ashamed of myself, despite knowing there was nothing I could have done. But after a while I began to feel better, and all the way Amanda had done nothing to stroke my hair in a sympathetic way, and give me the occasional hug. After a while I was much improved, and got off the couch to go fetch the stuffed animal, which I started playing with rather happily, with a smile on my face.
The End of Jessika’s New Life – Chapter Three.
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