It had been a few of the cuter stuffed animals that had brought Malcie into the store.
She had not thought that it was a baby furniture place when she had walked in.
She was disappointed to note that toys that had brought her into the store were not even for sale.
She looked about, a little disappointed about the lack of anything she wanted to buy.
Malcie, in her blue pleated skirt, sailor blouse and yellow neck scarf-all part of her school uniform did not really look like someone who would be shopping for baby furniture.
At the back of the store the owner, and old woman, drowsed on the counter, hardly aware of her customer.
Malcie was about to leave when she heard a soft creak.
Turning about she saw a door at the back of the store, partially open.
She did not remember a door being there before, but maybe she had just missed it.
Curious, though she should have known better, she walked over to the door, peaking around it, wondering what was behind it.
She could see nothing.
Suddenly, out of that nothing, came a hand.
Malcie jumped back slightly, a little shocked.
The hand, she assumed that the arm and the rest of the body were just hidden by the darkness, made a beckoning motion to her.
She moved closer.
It spread its fingers.
Again, Malcie should have known better, but she reached out and took the hand.
It gently clasped around hers, then suddenly yanked her into the darkness.
Malcie found herself falling.
She let out a surprised scream, pushed her skirt down, it was threatening to blow up above her waist, and quietly wondered why these things always happened to her.
She fell for a time, though she could tell she was not gaining speed, nor falling particularly fast.
That was nice.
Other times she had been in such a situation she had been sure she was to fall to her death.
Though that had obviously never happened.
With a suddenness that shocked her, the darkness was gone and she came to an abrupt stop, landing in a pile of stuffed animals.
A number of teddy bears, kitties, puppies, and other toy animals shot into the air, then rained down upon her.
Malcie floundered around in the mountain of toys before finally righting herself and pulling herself free.
She half slid, half rolled down the side until she came to the bottom, a hardwood floor.
As she stood up she was perplexed to note that the pile of stuffed animals did not seem that high at all, coming up no farther than her waist.
It was very odd.
The room she was in was decorated in bright colors and fanciful murals covered the walls.
She was turning around, looking at everything, chests of some sort, a small table and chairs, a few doors, when she came face to face with a woman.
She was a very attractive woman with red hair and blue eyes.
She wore something that looked like an old-fashioned nurse’s outfit.
Victorian, Malcie’s mind supplied her with an era.
“Good day young miss,” the woman said in a warm voice.
“Uh, um,” Malcie stuttered. “Where am I?”
“Your name young miss?” the woman asked, not answering Malcie’s question.
“Uh, Malcie.”
“Malcie,” the woman said, reaching down to take her hand.
“Such a pretty name. Come along,” she turned and started off, pulling Malcie along with her.
“Wait!” Malcie said, already not liking things.
Why did it seem things like that always happened to her,
“Where are we going.”
“Come along,” the woman said. Malcie tried to resist, to break the woman’s grip, but she could not.
She has simply pulled along.
They exited the playroom through one door and entered what looked like an infant’s bedroom.
The woman propelled Malcie forward, into the arms of another woman, this one with black hair and brown eyes, dressed identically to the first.
“This is Malcie,” the first woman said.
“Hello Malcie,” the second said as she reached up and began to undo the yellow scarf around Malcie’s neck.
“Wait,” Malcie gasped, trying to bat the woman’s hands away.
Before she could put up any sort of concentrated effort she felt the first woman loosening items.
From there it was something of a losing battle.
As she reached around the try to keep the second woman from further removing items, the first woman suddenly pulled her arms , forcing them up.
At the same time, clothing was taken off her.
Before she could do anything about it, the woman began to dress her, in a quick, effective manner.
Very quickly she stood in clothes that looked like a copy of her school uniform.
A sailor suit with a very short skirt that showed off thick garments, marked with even cuter pandas.
Malcie was a little stunned as she looked at herself, looking over her shoulder to try to get a better idea of what she was wearing.
“Why…? What…? How…?” She began, more than a little confused.
“Perfect,” the first woman said, admiring her handiwork.
“Yes.” The second woman nodded
.
“Now I think Malcie should take a nap.”
Malcie, who had long since learned that running was ultimately the best option in such situations, did just that.
Her short skirt flipped up as she bolted for the door.
It opened easily and she found herself in a hallway.
“Malcie!” one of the women said sharply.
“Get back in here now or you’ll get a spanking.”
“Someone help me!” Malcie yelled as she ran down the hall as fast as she could go.
It seemed an impossibly long hall, with many doors on either side.
Worried that she might be pursued, and of the threat of a spanking, Malcie turned and tried one of the doors.
It opened in her hand, presenting her with a bathing room.
A woman dressed in only in an apron smiled at her.
“Time for your bath Malcie,” she said.
Malcie slammed the door and continued running down the hall.
The place was mad, even worse than Wonderland, and that was saying a lot in her opinion.
She was considering trying another door when she felt someone grab her and yank her into one of the rooms.
“If you’re running like that, it can only mean one thing,” a platinum blonde dressed like the first woman said as she swung Malcie into the room.
“Here we go.”
With one smooth motion, she pushed her back onto what turned out to be a child’s potty seat.
It had a duck’s head in front, with handles coming out either side.
The woman put Malcie’s hands on the handles then stepped back.
“Now just do your business Malcie,” she said sweetly.
Malcie discovered she could not let go of the handles.
Neither could she stand up.
Also, she suddenly felt the telltale pressures that she was indeed about to do her business.
As the woman examined the garments she had removed from Malcie, then praised her for keeping them dry and clean, nature took its course with Malcie.
She flushed a deep red.
“Good girl,” the woman said, pulling Malcie forward.
Her hands were still stuck to the handle.
The woman produced some toilet paper and began to clean Malcie up.
Malcie flushed deep red from her head to her toes.
She decided that she much rather be involved in another game than what was happening.
The woman finished and Malcie found she could release the handles.
Before she could do anything else, she found she was being put into a pair of training panties
“Wait! I don’t…”
“Come along Malcie,” the woman said, grasping Malcie and leading her to the sink.
She slid around behind her and then helped, forced actually, her to wash her hands.
Malcie tried to fight, but it was useless.
“Good girl,” the woman said, pushing Malcie out the door.
She directed Malcie through another door, down some stairs, and into a kitchen.
She directed her to a chair then pushed her down into it.
“Now you just wait there and I’ll get your meal ready.
For now you can have some juice.”
She put an infant’s cup down on the table in front of Malcie.
“I got to go,” Malcie said, getting out the chair and running for the door.
“Come back here young lady or there will be no desert for you!”
“Fine with me,” Malcie told her as she pushed open another door and found herself climbing a long flight of stairs.
A door opened on one of the landings.
A tall woman wearing a severe suit leaned out, behind her was a room that looked like a nursery school.
“Time for school young lady,” she said.
“Maybe later,” Malcie called out as she avoided the woman and continued up the stairs.
At another landing, a woman dressed more like a modern nurse stepped out of a door.
“I hear you are sick,” she said, waving a rectal thermometer.
“I’m fine,” Malcie yelled, dodging the woman’s grasp as she continued up the stairs..
Finally the stairs ended. Just ahead of her was a door.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” she cried, pushing the door open.
She swung about and pushed the door closed behind her, leaning up against it, breathing hard, her eyes closed.
“I’m going to die,” she said softly, gasping for breath.
“Malcie, finally,” she heard a voice.
Her head snapped up, her eyes open.
Standing in front of her was another woman, wearing the Victorian-style nurses uniform, though she had a rubber apron over it.
“Uh, I better go,” Malcie said, reaching for the doorknob.
The woman grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the door.
Malcie let out a little scream as she was propelled across the room backward.
The back of her knees hit something and she fell over onto her back.
Fortunately, the surface was soft and yielding and she was not hurt.
“Now you can’t go running away like that,” the woman said.
“We have to take care of you.”
Malcie tried to get up, but much like the potty seat earlier, she could not seem to move.
“Now, let’s get you ready for your nap young lady,” the woman said.
The changing table Malcie had fallen onto seemed to raise up to a higher level, making it easier for the woman to work.
She stripped off Malcie’s clothing quickly and efficiently, leaving her only in her panties.
“What’s this,” the woman said, pulling the panties down Malcie’s legs.
“You’ve wet these quite thoroughly.”
“That’s impossible!” Malcie said.
“It certainly is not,” the woman said, pulling the obviously sodden garment from her legs.
“Well, not to worry.”
She dropped the wet training panties into the diaper pail where they made a sodden thump.
Then she reached under the changing table and produced a diaper
“No!” Malcie almost screamed. “I won’t wear…”
“Don’t fuss so little girl,” the woman said as she pushed a pacifier into Malcie’s mouth.
“Now, let’s get to work.”
Malcie could not spit the pacifier from her mouth and could only mumble around it.
The woman produced a damp washcloth and used it to clean Malcie up, gently running it between her legs.
She then poured some baby lotion into her palms, rubbed them together and smoothed it all over Malcie.
She slid the thick cloth underneath the squirming girl.
After dusting Malcie with baby powder she pulled it up between her legs.
Malcie felt the soft, thick diaper enfolding her, pushing on her all over.
The padding underneath her was like a pillow and it forced her legs apart.
The woman slid a large safety pin into the folds on the right side, then the left, securing Malcie in her diaper.
“There we go,” she said, stepping back for a moment.
She reached under the table again, removing a diaper cover.
It was pink, with a teddy bear on the front.
She put that on Malcie, wrapping it around her, then snapping the six fasteners on the front close.
Each one snapped close with a sound like a gunshot to Malcie.
Now she could feel the padding about her, and every little movement caused the diaper cover to make a soft rustling sound.
The woman left Malcie lying on the changing table for a short time while she went to one of the closets.
She returned with a pink and white romper that she put on Malcie.
“There we go,” she picked Malcie up and deposited her into the crib.
“Now you just take your nap and after that we’ll bathe you,” she said happily, raising the side.
“We’ll take care of you forever.”
Malcie finally managed to spit the pacifier out of her mouth.
She tried to pull the romper off, but she could not unsnap it, and the material would not rip.
She grabbed the bars of her crib and looked out at the departing woman.
“Let me out!” She cried.
“I don’t want to be here.
I’m not a baby!”
She wailed, closing her eyes.
There was a chime, and Malcie opened her eyes.
She was back in the store.
“Excuse me,” a young woman said, sliding around Malcie as she walked towards the counter.
The old woman seemed to be waking up.
“What was that?” Malcie said, looking around, not sure what had happened.
She shook her head, turned around, and almost ran from the store.
She did not notice that attached to her briefcase with a pink ribbon was a pacifier
