Little Hope - Chapters 01 and 02

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Chapters 1 and 2
by Sofia Hammerstein

'Little Hope' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, having visited before with his family and pre-arranged a sort of Amazonian foster family to take him in. Shrinking more than he had on his previous visit, he finds himself the size of a tiny Amazonian baby instead of the near Betweener size he had hoped to be. A further misunderstanding on his gender due to his name resulted in the need for a radical change to make him match the gender the university believed him to be, to maintain his scholarship. Having survived the initial CARES exam, now she and her adopted parents work to make sure she's ready to begin orientation at Emerson University. Can Stacy survive this new world? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)



 

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Chapter 1: Uniformed
 

ANOTHER MORNING BEGAN with waking up to Amanda gathering me into her arms, “Come on baby, let’s get you ready for today!”

I yawned and leaned against her, “I hate waking up!”

She laughed, “Don’t we all!”

She lay me down on the changing table and pulled the nightgown up to see a very soaked diaper. “Hmm… I’m surprised this held out last night. But we need to make sure you’re getting enough to drink.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked sleepily.

“It’s a really yellow diaper, sweetheart.”

I thought for a second before nodding, “Yeah, you’re right; I didn’t drink a lot yesterday.”

She changed me quickly into a new pamper before bringing a cute sundress over to pull over my head. “I’d sure like you to help me a little bit here, sweetie,” she told me with a smile as she said, “arms up.”

I sleepily put my arms up and apologized, “Sorry, I think yesterday just drained me really badly. It was a long stressful day.”

“Yes, it was,” she agreed with me as she worked the dress down over my chest and fussed with it for a moment. “We’ll do your hair after breakfast,” she told me with a smile.

I put my hand up to my long hair and was grateful she must have braided it into a light sleep braid when she put me down. Her breast milk was like the best sleeping pill known to mankind! Back home, I would take hours to fall asleep! The idea that I could do it before even getting put down in the crib sort of amazed me. I blushed as I thought about the fact that I had all but begged to at least get one hit of it a day!

Fortunately, Amanda seemed to accept my lack of interaction with her in the mornings as usual and didn’t push interaction. Instead, she strapped me into the highchair and brought over another me-sized mug of coffee. I looked at her questioningly, and she responded, “Only at night, sweetheart, so I guess that means I’ll just give you your morning coffee like I take it.”

I nodded and sipped at the black liquid, letting its flavorful taste work its magic to wake me up! I was excited to see she gave me a plateful of French Toast! Of course, it was pre-cut for me… I daintily ate it with the offered fork since she had been kind enough to skip the bib again. Other than being strapped into the high chair, and the big meal, this could have been a typical breakfast back home! Fred stopped by dressed in a set of scrubs and kissed me on the head before saying, “I’ll be late tonight, I have a pretty complex surgery scheduled this afternoon. Our team will probably be at it for at least six hours. See you late tonight,” he told us both with a smile.

“Bye,” I told him.

I finished breakfast, then sat patiently and watched Amanda finish hers. After taking both of our plates to the sink, she grabbed a hairbrush and began working on my hair. I mainly sat still in the highchair as she worked. “I should have worked on your hair like this before… It’s way easier to reach you!”

“Umm… Is there a chance maybe we could get me a haircut before next week?”

“We are not cutting off your hair,” she said, looking at me sternly.

“No, I don’t want it cut off – trust me, it took me a long time to grow it out - I’m just thinking there has to be a style that would seem to make me look appropriately mature, but not too mature for a Little going to school?”

She mulled that over as she tied a ribbon into my hair. “You’re right; we should do that. Why don’t you go to the living room and take care of finishing that diaper off, and I’ll pump and make an appointment for your hair?”

I nodded, “Okay.”

She unbuckled me, hugged me, and sat me down with a slight tap to the back of my diaper to remind me what she expected me to do. I sighed as I went to the living room and to the other side of the room where my playpen was set up. I hid behind the playpen, squatted, and tried to go for a few minutes, but all I could get out was a little more pee. When she came to get me a while later, she said, “You don’t smell like you went?”

I sighed as she picked me up, “I think it may take me a day or two to need to get back to normal after Monday?”

She nodded, “You’ll have through tomorrow; if you haven’t gone by tomorrow night, we’ll need to help you make sure you’re not constipated.”

“Great…” I muttered.

My wet diaper was changed quickly into a dry one, and she gathered everything up for another trip out. Once buckled into the seat, I asked, “So school clothes first, right?”

“Yep, we’ve got to make sure you’re in a proper uniform before you meet the Dean.”

I sat quietly and blushed as I wondered what exactly the girl’s uniform requirements were. Of course, before coming here, I’d researched as much as I could about the way Littles were treated. Unfortunately, there were only a few brief chances I had to get onto the website to look at uniforms, and I honestly hadn’t paid a ton of attention to the girls. I knew as a boy it would have been basically khakis, a button-down shirt, a tie, and a blazer. The girls had a few options allowed throughout the year, from what I had seen. I never looked closely, but I remember thinking it was a dress code that seemed straight from a British private school rather than an American school. Here in this new dimension, it was apparent that the British influence was more prevalent for uniforms.

‘Might just have to do with the fact that it looks cute and works to get someone feeling powerless,’ I admitted to myself.

After about fifteen minutes, the car came to a stop, and Amanda came around for me. She helped me out of the car seat and sat me down on my own feet while extending her hand out to me. I took it and let her lead me inside a store labeled “Jenny’s School Fashions.”

“Mandy!!!!” a voice screeched at our entry.

“Hi, Jenny!” Amanda said, letting go of my hand and reaching down to hug a lady that looked to be a tall Betweener.

“How are you doing? It’s been so long since we’ve gotten together. I couldn’t believe it when you called me last week!”

“Sorry about that, Jenny; it really is hard to get outside of the lab most of the time. You know how obsessed I got around computers in high school!”

“Boy do I ever! Nerdiest girl ever!” She said and looked down at me for the first time, “when you called saying you needed to get clothes for a Little, I thought you were joking! But when you gave me her dimensions, I thought you had to be really messing with me; no way could a ‘Little’ be that little! I guess you weren’t making it up, though!” She smiled at me.

“You still made…?”

“Oh yes, I still made them. I figured it was for a doll or some sort of new robot. Hi, I’m Jenny,” she said, extending her larger hand towards me.

“Hi, I’m Stacy,” I said, accepting the hand. She was smaller than Megan, but she might as well have been another gigantic Amazon with my tiny size.

“This crazy lady adopted you?” She asked incredulously.

I looked up at Amanda, who nodded at me, “Sort of… I’m an exchange student from the other dimension. Amanda and Fred took me in as kind of a foster child, I guess.”

“Well, didn’t you hit the jackpot? Both of you, really!” She said with a smile. “But enough of that, you probably have other places to go today too?”

“Yes, she’s supposed to meet with her dean this morning for registration.”

“Well, come on back here, sweetie,” she told me with a smile and led me to the back of her shop, where she dug around on some racks for a moment.

She pulled out several plastic-covered garments and set them on an empty rack before turning back around towards me. “Emerson has some rather odd uniform requirements for the Little girls that attend. Really the boy’s uniforms aren’t that far away from business suits, but the girls are very old-school! You have three options depending on the time of the year. For the entire year, you may wear these green jumper dresses, a white blouse, knee-high socks or tights, and black Mary Janes or Plimsolls.”

The green jumper was a dark forest green color and appeared to have a pleated skirt. It was clear that you needed a blouse to help make it appropriate with the round opening. It looked like something you would expect out of a British movie. The jumper itself looked to have a little bow accent detail on the left side of it, and I had to admit I would probably look cute in it.

“That’s not too terrible,” I said.

“No, there are much worse sets of uniforms required by some of the schools out there,” she told me. “Some of the outfits for the Littles in elementary schools in this area are just ridiculous… The university says that if the temperatures are below freezing for the highs, you may switch out the jumper for a pair of these green pants,” she pointed them out. Somehow, they didn’t inspire much liking from me even though it was the most masculine bit of clothing I’d been near since I arrived! I thought the elastic waist made them seem more babyish than the jumper dress…

“Yuck…” I heard Amanda say.

“I’m not a huge fan myself. For Littles, the university insists that the pants have snap crotches for easy checking and changing, so these have the snaps all the way around the legs,” she said as she pointed them out.

I felt my face turn a bit red, but I knew I really needed to get over myself there. So I sighed, “You said there’s a third option?”

“Yes, before September Thirtieth, and after April First of each year, you may also choose to wear these gingham summer dresses,” she said as she held up a very juvenile pale green checked dress with a white peter pan collar. It was almost nauseating to look at, but I had to admit I’d rather wear it than the pants.

“Those are my favorite!” Amanda squealed, “I always love it when I see the Littles wearing those on campus!”

For my part, I looked up at her and said, “Really?”

Jenny laughed, “Yeah, I’m not going to lie – you wouldn’t catch me dead in one. But it at least gives you another option.”

I sighed, “I guess it does. So I’m assuming I have to play dress-up doll now?”

Jenny laughed, “She’s perfect for you, Mandy!”

“Don’t I know it,” Amanda said as she leaned down and tickled me for a moment. “You have a changing room somewhere?”

“We’re in it,” she said, “don’t worry, I’m closed for your appointment.”

I sighed and participated in the longest clothing try-on session of my life! There were six sets of everything to get me through the days that Jenny insisted I check the fit on each. I pulled the first blouse on over my head and began buttoning it. The buttons were on the opposite side that I was used to, so it took a moment to adjust my finger motions for it.

I had just finished buttoning the buttons when Amanda said, “Arms up!” and pulled down the green jumper over the top. “It fits perfectly!” Amanda said with a smile, “You look sooooo cute!!!!”

A large mirror stood before me, and I had to admit she was right there. It hugged my body as if it had been tailored just for me - which I guess it had. Jenny checked the outfit carefully but didn’t feel like anything needed any alterations. The hem fell just below the knees so that you could see just a little bit of skin between my socks and the skirt. The blouses themselves fitted well to my torso and had cute puffy sleeves that ended just below my shoulder. I couldn’t help but think there was more danger of being accused of skipping out of my elementary school in these outfits than being considered a college student!

I tried on all six sets before trying the pants on. Unfortunately, those weren’t nearly as form-flattering, as they had the elastic for the waistband like a pair of toddlers’ back home. Also, the now damp diaper I was wearing was poufy and showed out the back of the pants, making it obvious I was diapered. At least with the jumper, you couldn’t tell if I was wet or not.

Next came the gingham dresses, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was a doll when Amanda played with the skirt getting it to sit right. “You look so adorable in this!” She told me.

I sighed, “Yes, I know I do. What’s to stop someone from thinking I should be in the local elementary school instead of college?”

“Oh, didn’t you notice the little monograms on the sleeves of the blouses?” Jenny said with a smile. I looked questioningly as she showed me one of the blouses. As I examined it closer, I could see ‘EU’ embroidered in flowery cursive on each sleeve. “Also, now that you’ve made sure the jumpers fit, I’ll put the Emerson University shield on each of these really quick with this rapid embroiderer.”

Amanda picked me up and held me to watch as Jenny put the first jumper in a hoop and lined up a laser sight on the spot of the jumper she wanted to use. I had watched a regular embroidery machine before, but hers was basically instantaneous! From the time she pressed start until it dinged was about three seconds. The Emerson University shield sat on the left chest area and said ‘Emerson University’ above it and ‘Stacy’ below it. “Wow,” I said aloud.

Jenny giggled, “How have you not seen one of these before?”

“I’m not exactly from around here,” I reminded her.

“I use this machine for all of the mothers of the kids in daycares and preschools too. Inside each patch is a microchip in the stitching that can be scanned by the automated nurseries. They use that for their attendance systems.”

“This has me labeled as a college student… right?” I asked nervously.

“Yes, ma’am!” she said to me with a smile, and I watched her feed the other jumpers and the gingham dresses through the machine.

“What about if I wear the pants?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t show you the blazer, did I?” She said, “Let me find it…”

I looked at the blazer a moment later, thinking it would have looked right at home on Hermione in Harry Potter. It was tried on quickly before being embroidered too.

“Let’s get you changed back into the jumper for your meeting,” Amanda said after she paid for everything.

“I could use a diaper change while you’re at it, too,” I said quietly to her.

“Jenny, may we use your bathroom really quickly?”

“Yeah, probably a good idea to change that wet diapee, huh?” She said with a smile, and I blushed. “Go ahead; there’s a counter in there for it.”

“Thanks,” she said and walked back there with me.

Quickly I was changed into the new diaper, the blouse, jumper, knee-high socks, and the shiny Mary Janes. Before we got in the car, Amanda said, “I have to send a picture of you to Daddy and Megan!” She brought her phone out and took a quick picture before looking at the time and saying, “We’d better get a move on; Doctor Butler won’t appreciate you being late!”

 
 

Chapter 2: Official
 

AMANDA PRACTICALLY SHOVED me into the car seat and strapped me in before hurriedly going to her side of the car. Thankfully we weren’t too far from the university, and after she parked, she carried me most of the way to where the Dean had his offices in the Undergraduate Student Office. She sat me down and straightened my jumper, “I’ll wait for you out here, so the Dean doesn’t necessarily immediately hate you because of me.”

“What?!?” I said in a hushed annoyed voice.

“Just go up to the secretary and let her know you’re here for your appointment. You’re still fifteen minutes early.”

I sighed, “Okay.”

She gave me a pat to my backside and handed me my backpack, “This has your ID and some other information you need with you still in the front pocket. I also put a copy of your CARE scores in there if you need them.”

“Thanks,” I told her. “Hopefully, see you soon?”

I walked to the office doors and was grateful they were automatic, and I was able to go towards the secretary, who sat at a high counter. She looked down at me and said, “Oh my God! You are so adorable!!!”

“Thank you,” I said politely, “I’m Stacy Westerfield. I’m supposed to meet with Doctor Butler about my schedule?”

“You’re… a… that can’t be right. How is…?” She stuttered.

“Please check his appointment book?” I suggested politely, all while seeing a clear case of baby fever in her eyes.

She forced herself to look down and seemed dismayed that I was indeed scheduled to see the Dean. “I see you here… you’re a little bit early. If you just wait out here in the lobby, he’ll be out to see you shortly.”

I smiled, “Thank you, ma’am.”

I walked over to the chairs and thought about climbing up them, but instead just leaned against one and absentmindedly looked through the bag. Amanda had packed two extra diapers, a package of wipes, a sealed bottle of water, and a few other odds and ends like pens and pencils she must have gotten from my old backpack since they seemed closer to the right size for me than I would expect Amazon supplied to be. I zipped it back up and threw it over my right shoulder when I heard a deep voice call, “Stacy Westerfield?”

I looked and saw an older gentleman with a salt and pepper beard in a crisp suit, “Yes, sir,” I said.

He looked at me with a surprised look before saying, “I’m Doctor Butler, the Dean for the Computing Technologies department. Let’s see what’s going on with you and classes,” he said. He motioned down a hallway, and I walked with him to a large door that he opened and found a very well-appointed office with wood furnishings. He looked at me awkwardly for a moment before asking, “Do you have protection on?”

“What…?” I said, not sure what he meant for a second before answering, “Oh that… yes I do.”

“Just wanted to make sure before I let you sit on my furniture; it is rather expensive, I’m afraid.” He picked me up under my arms awkwardly and dropped me into a large seat that practically swallowed me before he went to the other side of the desk that I could barely see the top of. “Okay, so tell me about yourself?”

“Well, I’m Stacy Westerfield. I’m eighteen years old and from the other dimension.”

“Were you this small there?”

I shook my head, “No, I was about six feet tall there. Not sure why I shrank.”

“And why come here? You must know as a Little you’re… well you’re in a little precarious position?” He chortled at his own joke there.

“The computing technologies here in this dimension are at least a decade ahead of my own. So I figure if I can come here and learn everything I can and take it back, I’ll be able to do very well for myself back home.”

“Fair enough,” he said skeptically. “You took your CAREs?”

“You should have a copy?” I asked.

“Let’s see,” he said before turning his head to the left and his computer and began typing quite rapidly. “Hmm… These are impressive… if you had taken these anywhere but our own testing center, I would be certain you had cheated. These scores are through the roof from what our average Littles here score.”

“Thanks,” I said.

He looked at me skeptically, “Okay, what’s your background in coding languages?”

For the next half-hour, he actually picked my brain and had a much more in-depth conversation than I think either of us expected. Finally, he sighed at the end, “This is all a waste of time, you’ll be adopted on the first day of school probably, and it won’t matter what I schedule you into.”

“I’m already legally adopted,” I told him after thinking about it for a second.

“Wait… what?”

“I’ve been adopted by a host family; it’s all legal. They’re exercising their parental right to have me attend whatever schooling they feel appropriate.”

He looked at me like I was crazy before digging a bit more into my file on the screen and saying, “Well, I’ll be damned, Doctor Westerfield, you sure as Hell don’t disappoint with crazy ideas!”

I nervously sat there while he looked at me like I had two extra heads, “So may I sign up for classes?”

He laughed, “You must have found the only Amazon in the world who would go along with a crazy idea like this. I’m curious to see if this works out for both of you or not… You’re right; she’s chosen for you to attend here, so I don’t have to worry about you being adopted the first day – but you should plan on a dozen or more attempts to do so before lunch!”

I nodded, “I’m expecting it’ll happen.”

“Well, since you seem to be smart enough, and I shouldn’t have to worry about you instantly disappearing, let’s get you signed up for your classes… Keep in mind you may have to change some options after you take the placement tests next week.”

In the end, I walked out with a copy of my schedule of sixteen credit hours.

MWF 8am-9am: Math 125 Calculus – 3 Credit Hours

MWF 9:15am-10:15am: EECS 115 Introduction to Computer Programming – 3 Credit Hours

MWF 11am-12pm: ENGL 140 Technical Writing – 3 Credit Hours

MWF 3:30pm-4:30pm: CHEM 115 Principles of Chemistry – 3 Credit Hours

TR 9:30am-11:00am: HIST 134 History of Amazonian Civilization – 3 Credit Hours

TR 1:00pm-2:00pm: Freshman Little’s Seminar – 1 Credit Hour

He told me I needed to figure out a PE credit soon. I asked if I could do an off-campus study in Tae Kwon Do to count, and he said he would look into that for me. He has also been given my schedule for orientation events the following week. In the end, I was pretty happy with the meeting as I walked out to where I could see Amanda sitting at a bench waiting patiently for me.

“Well, aren’t you just cute as a button?” A sweet girl’s voice said above me, making me cringe.

I turned to see a college student with a too-short shirt and skirt that from my position I could see way too much looking down on me. “Umm… thanks,” I told her.

I began turning, “We can’t have a cutie like you walking around unescorted. Obviously, you must need a mommy!”

Suddenly a hand reached out to grab onto my shoulder. I quickly dodged and stepped closer to Amanda but noted she was still too far away if the girl wanted to grab me and run!

I squared off to her and said, “I’m actually already adopted, and that’s my Mommy over there,” I said, pointing towards Amanda, who had stood up. Her height was undoubtedly above that of the baby-crazed girl, and I saw her look in shock at me.

“She’s telling you the truth,” Amanda said as she came over and joined me.

“But she’s wearing a university uniform.”

“Yes, she is, as well as protection. You’d have no reason to even try and adopt her even if she was still free, huh? The code of conduct for the university?” Amanda said.

The girl stuttered and apologized and turned and ran. “How many times a day am I going to get that?” I asked her.

“A lot…” Amanda said with a smile and extended her hand to me. “How about some lunch at the Union, and then we’ll go shop for some more school supplies. I trust Doctor Butler got you set up with classes?”

“Begrudgingly,” I told her. “Actually, I don’t think he minded the idea of me taking classes so much as was annoyed at the thought there was less than a zero percent chance of me making it through one day unadopted… Basically meaning he didn’t want to waste his time.”

She laughed, “Well, I can see his point there. If you weren’t already, you would have just been adopted by that kid!”

“She can’t even dress herself appropriately; how could she take care of a Little?” I asked her.

Amanda laughed at that as we walked away. We went what seemed pretty far to my legs but couldn’t have been more than a half-mile to the student union. It was a beautiful old building that opened up into a food court with multiple restaurants inside. We passed several other Littles who must have arrived early or stayed over from the summer term. Most of the girls seemed to be dressed in the summer uniform, but a few wore the same more formal uniform that I had on. I noted that the uniforms seemed baggy on most of them and wondered if they knew it was a glowing welcome sign for bigs?

I noticed that they looked at Amanda and me with more than a little bit of terror in their eyes. So, once we had ordered our food and dropped the trays off on the table, I stayed beside it while Amanda went to find a booster seat for me.

One of the Littles came up to me nervously, “Hanging around someone like her isn’t good for you, girl, you’ve got to run while her back is turned!”

I smiled at her, “I’m already adopted by her, so running isn’t something I’ll be doing.”

“But you’re in a university uniform?” The girl said in shock.

“She’s letting me attend university still,” I told her with a smile. “Hi, I’m Stacy,” I told her.

“Umm… I’m Sarah,” she said nervously. I looked up at Sarah and appeared in the regular school uniform. Hers hung baggily from her frame, but something about her stance and eyes said she had a powerful will to stay free. She stood about a foot taller than me, but that still made her tiny by Amazon standards. Brown hair hung loosely around her face, just brushing the top of her shoulders.

“So, what are you majoring in?” I nervously asked the first free Little I’d met since I’d arrived.

“Chemistry, I’m going to be a junior this year,” she told me. Then, she looked around nervously, “you?”

“Computer Science,” I told her just as Amanda returned.

“Oh, did you make a friend Stacy?”

“Maybe if you don’t terrorize her too much,” I told her with a smile.

Sarah looked at me with terror evident in her eyes! I guessed she was worried I would have the living daylights spanked out of me or that she was in danger of being swept up right there to join the family. Amanda laughed at that look, “Sarah, you are safe – as safe as Stacy is. I’m not going to adopt you because you’re within arm’s reach. Stacy is a special case and more of an exchange student. Why don’t you join us for lunch?” She suggested. I watched as she looked over at a group of other Littles with horrified expressions on their faces.

“Umm… I think my friends are waiting. I hope you are telling the truth…” she said to Amanda. Then, she looked back at me, “If you really are a full-time student, we’ll have to get together sometime and do something?”

“I’d like that,” I told her. “I just found out my university email is swesterfield if you want to email me.”

“Umm… okay,” she said nervously, running back to her friends. Amanda helped me into the booster seat, and I watched as the group of Littles nervously looked back at us multiple times.

I just sighed, “Am I like a leper since you’ve adopted me?”

 

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Awkward Exchange

Nice imaginative story; out of the normal genre. Stacy not only changed gender, but size. Yet has the mind she came with. Amanda and the doctor's household made as good of a fit as possible.

Jessica E. Connors

Jessica Connors

Thanks

Thanks for the comments! Glad to see some feedback and that it seems it's landing okay!

I am glad I don't have to wait.

When the first book ended i was afraid it would be longer before you started posting chapters of the second. This is still a terrifying place for littles but Stacy is in good hands i just hope she stays safe.

EllieJo Jayne

Welcome

You're welcome on the quick start to Book 2. The entire trilogy is complete and available on Amazon (Exchanged, Little Hope, and Alterations). I should keep posting at this rate for a few more months to get through placing them here.

Stacy is definitely in for some adventures! Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!