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Assistant: Title: Lockdown
        Author: Littlenappygirl Littlenappygirl 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: The world comes to a stop due to some bug going around, and now you're stuck at home, in lockdown. The only time that you get to see your friends in online on your computer and the only time you leave the house is the occasional walk around the near empty neighbourhood or to the shops, all masked up.Bored out of your mind, you go through digging through some boxes in the spare room and come across some old baby supplies mum has put away. Among it is old clothes, dummies and nappies. What you have found refuses to leave your mind.
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              The world comes to a stop due to some bug going around, and now you're stuck at home, in lockdown. The only time that you get to see your friends in online on your computer and the only time you leave the house is the occasional walk around the near empty neighbourhood or to the shops, all masked up.Bored out of your mind, you go through digging through some boxes in the spare room and come across some old baby supplies mum has put away. Among it is old clothes, dummies and nappies. What you have found refuses to leave your mind.
            
        

        
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  Lockdown

  Part 1?
It’s sooo boring.You had barely left your home in literal months. You had only seen your friends through a screen or from a distance. You couldn’t go anywhere except the shops or lonely trips to the park with mum — and only once per week! All of your schooling was through your computer which was just weird. Even mum did all her work through her computer at home now.All because of some stupid bug.Mum said it was because some people didn’t care about anyone else, along with some words that you really should not repeat about them. You could believe it, having seen a few on the weekly trip to the shops.So, you were stuck at home, in lockdown, unable to really do anything other than play on your computer and wander around the house. Having just spent all week on your computer for school, you actually felt that you could do with a break from it (not something that had actually happened before you realise). So, wander it was.First was the fridge to look for something nice, like juice or soft drink or yogurt… or anything sweet really, but there wasn’t much. Then it was look at the old pile of magazines mum had on a stand at the end of the sofa in the lounge room. They were old — like from twenty years ago. They were way way older than you were. Most were about home decorating or renovating. Mum said that she liked the style of some of the homes in them.Weird.But other than about ten minutes of amusement at some of the weird boring homes in the magazines, they weren’t much interest to you. So, you wandered again, taking a moment to browse the fridge for the second time (still no soft drink), before ending up in the cluttered spare room.Mum didn’t collect rubbish, but she didn’t like throwing things that still worked in the bin. If it was useful but not very valuable, it eventually went on the kerb and usually disappeared in a few hours. For second hand furniture, mum liked to try things out for a few weeks. Usually, the furniture being replaced ended up here while mum was deciding if she actually liked it, then the furniture that she liked less was sold. Before lockdown, these things didn’t stay here for more than a few months but now most of the stuff had been here a bit longer than that.There was also some furniture that mum said that she liked but didn’t “fit” in the house. It wasn’t big stuff through, so you weren’t really sure what mum meant. Unless she meant looks or something, but you didn’t really get it.Other than furniture there was a bunch of neatly stacked boxed full of clothes and other things like it. Realising this, the idea of dressing up comes to mind. It had been ages since you’d dressed up. Of course, you meant dressed up in other clothes and not your own. Your own clothes weren’t like these clothes. For one, you’d never even seen most of this stuff before, so it was kind of new and interesting.Some of it was old, which made it interesting weird. Maybe you’d be too embarrassed to wear those sorts of clothes anywhere else, but you were curious about it and kind of wanted to try some on if just for a bit.The other stuff was just a bit adult, like fancy dresses, some cool looking shoes and bras. Curious about what it is like being big and grown up, you slip your arms through the bra straps, wearing the bra over your clothes. It doesn’t have the effect of making you feel big though; standing in front of the dusty mirror, not having any b@@bs to fill the bra with and the bra being comically oversized. In fact, it makes you feel like a kid.Frowning, you shrug it off and stuff it back in the box you found it in. You then keep looking.Not long after you find that there is a pretty black dress in the same box that you want to try on, so you step into the back of it and pull it up, putting your arms through the sleeves, but again the effect is ruined by the fact that the dress is piled around your feet. You’re way too small for it. Grumbling to yourself at not being big, you pull it off and stuff it back in the box, deciding to give up on that box and move onto another.So, you clip the plastic lid back on and — with a little bit of difficulty — lift the box off the box below it and place it on the ground. Opening the next box, you find less formal looking clothes, but maybe some things here will fit you better?There’s a white sun dress on top that you try on. It’s very pretty and fits you way better than the fancy black dress, but it’s still a bit big for you, with the hem ending at your ankles and the collar being so large it almost falls off your shoulders. Still, you can imagine yourself older and more grown up, looking very pretty in this dress, showing it off to your best friend who goes wide eyed before gushing at how incredible it looks on you.It’s a wonderful feeling for a fleeting moment before you have to realise that it’s a few years off.Still though, the stuff in this box is closer to your size and there might be something even closer. Something that fits you perfectly.Digging through, you find a pair of jeans that are much too big for you, another pretty dress — in sky blue this time — that is frustratingly close to almost fitting you, then you find what almost looks like a sheet of colourful fabric. Except, there is a hole in the centre off it. It kind of obvious what it’s for, so you throw it over your head and the fabric almost dress thing drapes over you.It’s weird and you’re not sure you are wearing it right, but it seems to fit, ending at your knees. Giving a bit of a twirl, you momentarily spot some of your pink tee and suddenly realise that you aren’t wearing it quite right.Rotating the dress-thing around you, you line up two slits with your arms. They’re a bit like sleeves, but aren’t, but it makes the brightly coloured piece of clothing seem a bit more logical as you can now lift your arms with lifting the clothing.It’s weird, but cool weird.You’re doing your best to look mature in the mirror when mum pokes here head it. The sight of her with her hand over her mouth trying not to giggle makes you jump in surprise, followed by embarrassment being caught like that.“Muuum,” you call out.It’s not a whine, you swear.Mum gives up trying to hide it and laughs. It’s not mean laughter, but it’s still embarrassing.“Oh — that’s very cute,” she says.It makes you blush. Cute wasn’t what you were going for. Cute is for little kids. You wanted something like pretty or maybe even beautiful. You were pretty sure that older girls were pretty and beautiful.“Nooo,” you whine, squirming at being caught like that.It just makes mum giggle.“I need to grab my phone I think.”You’re mortified at the idea and are about to beg mum not to when you realise that she had not moved an inch — that she didn’t really mean it. It was still embarrassing to have been caught posing, but it was comforting to know that mum wouldn’t embarrass you with photos on those old-person apps like Facebook.Mum entered the room proper, looking at the box of clothes curiously. Looking over the box, she blinked a few times at the contents in mild surprise.“Oh — it’s your cousin’s stuff,” explained mum. That didn’t explain why it was here, but mum continued. “Your aunt though that you might like it when you got big enough for it.”Your cousin had recently graduated school. It was weird to think that she was so old. She was still a student though, at university. Picturing how big she was (it had been like six months since you saw her due to the lockdowns), you were pretty sure that she outgrew this stuff a few years ago.She was cool though, which made these clothes pretty cool, but it sucked that most of it didn’t fit you. Soon though.“I’ve got an hour before I have to get back to work,” said mum, a trace of excitement in her eyes. “Want to try some more on?”You couldn’t help yourself: you did really want to keep trying this stuff on, even if it was a bit embarrassing for mum to compliment you on the clothes.“Yep!”T_T_TIt had been fun. The spare room was a bit of a disordered mess now and you hadn’t even gotten through all the boxes. Some of the stuff had even almost fitted you. Naturally, it had been more of your cousin’s stuff that mum had almost forgotten about. The dresses and jeans were still a bit big for you, but they didn’t look silly on you like the really big stuff. You were sure it was only a few months before you would fit perfectly in some of the smaller stuff.“Oh!” mum suddenly exclaimed. “I better make some lunch.”Mum pulled her phone out of her trackies and checked the time, and you realised that it really was just a show mum had made about having to grab the phone.Realising that you were hungry, you follow mum to the kitchen in your slightly oversized sunflower yellow dress.Mum having rushed back into her office with a plate of food not long after, you finish your own lunch off before returning to the spare room. You were not sure that you could admit it, but you had loads of fun dressing up with mum, even if she could be a bit lame sometimes.The spare room however still held secrets. Some of the boxes did not contain clothes; there were boxes of spare computer bits like mice and keyboards, boxes of kitchen containers and plates and things, of camping stuff that you vaguely remember having used last holidays. There was even a box full of books that was thankfully the very bottom of the stack because there was no way you could lift that.Thankfully, it had wheels, letting you roll it out the way to access the stack behind it. Looking behind you, you realise that the room was a real mess now. At least you could partially blame mum for the mess…The top box of the next stack was a little bit heavy, and you almost dropped it. Immediately it was obvious that it did not contain clothes; from the sound, there was something soft in there a bit like clothes, but there were other harder things that sounded like they were made from plastic.Very curious, you set it down and unclip the lid, before opening the box up. Inside is an assortment of toys that bring back very vague memories. They looked like toys for little kids — babies or toddlers you think. You quickly glance over your shoulder at the door to check mum isn’t there before reaching out and looking some of the toys over. They had to be things from when you were little.The xylophone is actually interesting to you. It doesn’t have many keys and you don’t see the hammer thing for it, but it makes a pleasant sound when you give the keys a tap with a solid looking plastic toy.You are curious at what else is there, so you set the box aside — its top open — and grab the next one. This one feels like clothes and opening it up, your guess is revealed to be correct. You’re not super surprised to find it was some of your old clothes. They were cute clothes, for little girls.There was a very cute dress you vaguely recall having liked a few years ago — maybe before you even started primary school, some pyjamas with unicorn patterns on them, some cute shoes that weren’t actually that much smaller than your current shoes even though it was surely ages ago you had worn them, and even some brightly coloured rainbow socks.Cute was for little girls, but it was hard to deny it was nice to be cute. You almost wished you can fit in the clothes, just to try them on again.You surely had more clothes than this, but the next box just revealed clothes from when you were really little. Like actual baby clothes. You couldn’t remember any of this stuff. Maybe mum just kept the stuff that she liked most? It sort of made sense.Still, you had hoped for more clothes in the next box. This one was now low enough for you to open it where it was and still be able to see in the top, so you did exactly that. But inside weren’t clothes or toys, instead just the sorts of things a parent needs for a baby or small child. Things like bibs, changing mats, baby bottles of different sizes and colours, even a few books on parenting and babies.But most of the space in the box was occupied by large plastic packets of nappies.You were slightly curious — embarrassed curious — at the nappies and glance over your shoulder again. Satisfied that mum wasn’t watching you, you turn back and pull out the packet that looks half empty. It’s pink and has a picture of a cute girl on the front wearing a nappy. The words say “Size 5 – 13 to 18 kg” on the front, which is about half your own weight. You didn’t remember when you stopped wearing nappies, but it must have been ages ago going by the packet.There’s another smaller, and again half full packet that you grab next. It’s the same size as the other packet but contains “pullup” nappies that don’t need to be taped. The girl on the front is cute and lively, but you’re not sure how to feel about it.The last packet is the smallest, despite the fact that it appears full or nearly full. Still, it has also been opened. It’s different though and has “Size 6 – 15 to 28kg” written on the front. The little but older girl look pretty cute and happy in her nappy as her mum hugs her. It’s… weird knowing that these could fit you — that you are in the weight range — but you barely even remember nappies; it was ages ago, and these must have been too big for you then, surely.You’re unsure what you are feeling and surprising yourself — in a panic — you stuff the packet back into the box. You’re squirming nervously into the box for several moments, feeling lost, when you spot the half-open packet of dummies. Despite yourself, you pick it up. It says it is a pack of five on the front and four remain, each brightly coloured with white stars imprinted on them.Nervously, you open the packet a bit more, peeling the cardboard backing away, and pull the next from the top out. It’s a nice blue colour and you wonder what’s so enjoyable about sucking on a dummy. You can’t really remember it.Another nervous glance over your shoulder and before you know it, you stick the dummy in your mouth. You give it a small suckle and you squirm. It’s still all too confusing, but through the mess of emotions, it feels a little bit right to suckle on the dummy. It feels like something you shouldn’t want to do — something embarrassing — but you can’t help it.You try to think it over, to make sense of it, before snapping back to reality. You had just spent the last… you did not know how long… sucking on a dummy in the middle of the room. You pull it out of your mouth by the little D-shaped loop and reach out to drop it back in the container. But at the last moment you hesitate.Maybe… you could keep it? Just hide it in your room, try to figure it out? It was really weird, but dare you say it, it had been nice.Stuffing the dummy in the pocket of your trackies, you walk much too quickly past the closed door of mum’s office and into your bedroom, before hiding the dummy under your pillow. Then, you decide that you need to cover the evidence up and walk far too quickly back.Setting the packet of dummies under some other stuff in the box, you make sure not to hide it too deep because that would just look really sus and after a moment’s thought, you move the box, placing it on top of the box of toys. It was best not to look like you were lingering.T_T_T“Oh — jeeze,” mutters mum quietly.Still a bit high strung, you jump and spin in shock. Mum blinks at the scene as you flush red with embarrassment.“Sorry for giving you a scare,” she says lightly, looking around the mess of clothes and open boxes. “Found anything else interesting?”There are a few moments before you realise that you are supposed to reply.“Just some… baby stuff,” you say, fumbling the words.Mum lights up at your words and strides over.“Oh — yeah, some of your baby clothes I saved,” she says, reaching out to lift up the too-small pretty dress with a wistful smile. You had forgotten to place it back in the box, alongside dozens of other items over the day. “I wondered where this stuff was. I was a bit worried I’d misplaced it during the move.”The move mum was talking about wasn’t all that long ago, but even after such a short time, it was hard to really remember the layout of the old house.You are trying to remember the place better when mum looks for the box. Perhaps she finds it, or perhaps she found the box of baby supplies placed over it. Either way, mum squats down and takes a look.“All your old baby stuff,” mum says quietly, shuffling through it. “Oh — hey, some dummies.”You try to drag yourself away from the embarrassing thought of having squirrelled one away in your room, but there is no hint of mum being on to you on her face.“They’re pretty cute,” she comments, flipping the packet over a few times.You silently feel the relief flood through you as mum puts the packet back in the box and gives a disappointed sigh.“I should have washed this better,” she says to herself, holding one of the baby bottles up the light. She grimaces at the thought of the ancient bit of gunk in the bottle.As mum pulls out the big but half full bag of nappies, you find yourself wondering.“How old was I… when I potty trained?” you ask.“Hmm?” mum hums, looking up from her reminiscing, before realising what you had asked. “Pretty young, actually. I think it was twenty-two months.” Potting your look of confusion, mum continues, “One year and ten months.”“Oh.”Mum grabs the packet of pullups with her other hand and holds both slightly limp packets up.“These were the last two packets of nappies I had to buy before you potty trained.”“Ooh,” you say again, before tilting your head curiously: so why was there a packet of much bigger nappies.Mum catches on to your perplextion before you can voice your next question.“Remember when we were really sick? A few months before we moved?”You nod; it had been really awful. You were off school for like two whole weeks.“Well, after your… accident, I bought you some more nappies, just in case.”It really had been awful, with stuff coming out both ends of you. You had caught some bug at school and had been really sick. Two days in you had rushed to the loo to puke, only to fill your underwear with p@@p as you did so. It had been awful and utterly humiliating, but mum was still there to hug you through the awful vomit-laced sobs and smelly bottom, before getting you cleaned up and in the bath.You flushed lightly as mum shrugged.“I was about to suggest getting you in them, but you seemed to pass the worst of it, and I decided it was better not to embarrass you like that.”It was hard to discern how you would have actually felt about being in nappies again. You just couldn’t make heads or tails of it.Mum got up and gave you a small hug, and then squatting down. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, she smiled softly at you.“I almost ended up in nappies too from that bug, you know?” You blink in surprise and mum chuckles lightly. “Really.” It was hard to believe, but you couldn’t see mum lying about it.“Oh — okay.” You were obviously confused by it.“Do you remember Amanda dropping by with food?” You nod and you remembered why, but mum kept explaining. “I was so sick I could barely get up to make food for us. Amanda was a real lifesaver for us.”Amanda was mum’s best friend. She was nice, but a really big dork. It had been really embarrassing to have her out-knowledge you on pokémon. If you hadn’t liked pokémon so much, you might even have declared it uncool to like it because she liked it. It didn’t make sense to you that someone so old would have liked it. She claimed that she grew up with pokémon too. How weird was that?“Yeah…” you breath. It had been pretty hard; you could remember that.“Ah huh,” mum agrees with a nod. “I was so sick, even I had a little accident.” You go wide eyed at the admission, having never caught a hint of that. “So, I got some nappies, worried that you might need them, as a mess nappy is a lot easier than messy undies.” You squirm. It was embarrassing to think about, but it made loads of sense. “But you never needed them.”You nod in agreement despite something gnawing at you, but before you can resolve it, mum gives you another hug and gets up.“So, what would you like for dinner, kiddo?”T_T_TThe thought remained in the back of your mind, unformed and distracting, for the remainder of the day. In a strange way, you were eager to hop into bed. You went through the regular routine of whining about being a big girl and how you didn’t need to be tucked in, and mum gave you her usual doubtful look before pressing a kiss to your forehead.“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she says.“Night, mum,” you reply as she flicks off the light and closes the door.You lay there in the dark for several minutes, worrying that mum might open the door again for something, before you cautiously reach under your pillow and extract the dummy. There is something scary but weirdly… you’re not really sure how to describe it, other than it makes you feel happy — a happiness that you are having trouble putting real words too.Knowing what to do, you push the dummy between your slightly open lips until it is fully inserted and then give a cautious suckle. The strange happiness — the euphoria — flows through you as you do, and you follow it up by happily sucking away. It’s so weird, but so comforting to… to…Imagine yourself as a little girl again, out in the garden in a pretty dress as you squirm and feel the wet nappy between your legs. You are helping mum plant her vegetable garden as she instructs you on how to dig up the earth, remove the seedlings from pots and carefully place the seedlings in the rich soil. You are getting the hang of it and having fun in the garden when mum lifts the back of your dress.“Still clean, sweetheart?” she asks before she tugs the back of your nappy to inspect.You barely give it any notice, so familiar with the routine, shaking your head.Smoothing your dress down, mum gives you a brief hug and leans over you to plant a kiss on your forehead.“I’ll get you into a dry nappy when you’re done, okay?”“’Kay,” you reply without a care in the world, before the dream continued.When you wake the next morning — your dummy on the pillow next to you — you’re not sure where your imagination had ended, and where the dream had begun. It had made you so happy but left you with so much yearning. You feel that you must do something, but you’re not sure what. The mixed feelings follow you for the rest of the day and beyond.'
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