Sissy Room

"Honey you know how we told you your bedtime was 9pm before. Well after this stunt tonight thats going back into effect. No debate. As for tomorrow me and you will be facetiming with your dad for a bit before an appointment. We both wannt discuss tonight when we are all clear headed and rested." Sandy says softly as she cleans the tipsy teen.   Once Kayla is all clean Sandy takes out fluffy pink towel, pulling the plug on the drain. "Come now lets get you all dried off, dressed and tucked in. I can see how sleepy you are this late past your bedtime."

The day I said "I want a bigger audience" & uploaded my private IG video onto Youtube! Watch my "Top 10 Moments of 2019" over 5.5yrs ago. https://youtu.be/LH_oj8h6Ogc?si=6eHvSjioD2tygT8T So glad I made that decision to start going really public on Youtube. It turned into making educational & sometimes non-educational videos that were easily accessible for everyone. Then I made a commitment in 2020 to make 1 video/week for 52 weeks. That turned into another year of 52 videos. And now we're at 2025 with, I dunno, almost 200 videos. BTW, There's also a Top 10 PERVY moments for the 🥵🥵 stuff.

Amazing story with a huge cast of wonderful characters. My favorite is definitely Sofia. You tow the line of realism pretty well compared to a lot of these sorts of stories which makes it really compelling,  I eagerly look forward to more from you,   Also congratulations on the egg cracking!!! That’s huge and I’m super happy for you. I started my transition 4 years ago and it has been quite the journey. I hope you are able to unlock all of your dreams. ❤️

“I don’t belong in diapers I’m not a baby!” She cried  She still couldn’t believe this was happening!  Kayla wanted to punch him how he smugly patted her diapered bottom.   “Where are we going now?” She asked hating not being in control.   

Chapter Three: Honor and Status Awakening on day three of his visa, Adam didn’t wait for the completion of the alarm. Within two minutes, he shot out of bed and was a tornado through his room, hoping to hit the ground running on his search. He hesitated at the door as he looked back at his portfolio of inventions and ideas, biting at the inside of his cheek as he considered taking it with him… but after his interaction with Seojun the night before, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to meet Joomi today. Plus, he wasn’t quite comfortable walking around the city with his tooth schematics in hand. On the way down to breakfast, he pulled up the download he received from the airport, skimming the chapter titles for chang-gui or anything about folklore, but there was nothing. Which made sense to him – if he were in charge of educating a tourist on his home, he wouldn’t include local folklore or gossip. Instead, he selected The Art of Masked Dances, hoping there might be some folklore referenced. Talchoom is the ancient Goryeoan art of the masked dance. The performers are accompanied by instruments and singers, and wear a wide range of decorative masks throughout the performance. This was the first acceptable means of public discourse that permitted criticism, airing of grievances, or mockery of superiors without fear of repercussion. Therefore, the masks both serve as a means to convey a character or concept and shield the performer from recognition. Adam hummed to himself as he took his tray to the table, recalling a few vendors he had passed by the day before that were selling masks. At the time, he had thought they were for decoration on the walls, which was still a possibility, but he was now connecting the dots. In the early years of the Talchoom, anyone could don a mask and perform to give life to their opinions; however, this resulted in several notable events that led to the professionalization of the performers, rendering the writers as the anonymous party, though the masks remained integral to the art form. Please note, Talchoom masks are illegal within the borders of Yamatoa and will be confiscated. He grimaced as he set his half-eaten rice bowl down, pausing the recording to search for a chapter about relations with Yamatoa. He snorted when there wasn’t one. Instead, he popped on some music and tried several variants of ‘contact Joomi’ to see if any options rendered now that he was within the country. Alas, nothing. Steeling himself for a day of awkward attempts to speak the language and ask if they knew English, he smiled to Ji-won as he handed over his tray with a bow that was returned (though deeper) and set forth from the hotel. Venturing by foot, he wandered down a fresh market street within a few blocks with stall after stall of fruit, vegetables, and a variety of seafood. He spent about two hours casually investigating each stall, stumbling his way through accidentally purchasing way too many apples, and making contact with two people who spoke enough English to tell him they did not know where to find Joomi. The first earnestly seemed not to know, though the second had the countenance of someone who also believed in the superstitious tale of her. He spent the rest of the morning trying to share the apples as a means of starting a conversation, which he did accomplish with an old Little woman who was so thrilled, she invited him into her home… or so he figured by her beckoning, but she didn’t speak a word of English. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and it was so rare to see a grey-haired Little in normal adult diapers that he followed her in. She proceeded to guide him through her small home, jabbering in Goryeoan the entire time. She brought him over to a countertop where a beautiful, wooden carved cabinet looked from the outside like a miniature ancient temple. She handed him the apple he gave her, bowed to the small temple, and reached her hands out to delicately open the double doors. Within was a collection of photos of Goryeoans spanning in age. The youngest looked to be in their teens, the oldest perhaps in his forties. None of them had the wrinkles or greys that she did. She handed him a knife, gestured to each photo, slowly counting them, then she repeated the counting at the same slow pace while gesturing to cut the apple. “Ahh,” he smiled with a nod in understanding and began cutting the apple into small pieces. She counted as he did, and he repeated her in Goryeoan (his best attempt), which made her beam like a proud grandmother. When the pieces were cut, she proceeded to point out each photo, apparently name them, and gesture; he set the slice of apple down in front of the photo, and she nodded encouragingly. Seven photos, seven names, seven slices. When he was done, she clapped her hands together and bowed deeply to the shrine, which he repeated. Upon standing to her full, though shortened, height, she had tears in her eyes as she finally said something he recognized: “Thank you.” He bowed in response, and she proceeded to make him tea, continuing to gab at him despite his not understanding any of it. As she shuffled over to the table, setting down the teapot, Adam finally thought to pull out his phone and use a translation service. He typed out: ‘Are those pictures of your family?’ “Yes, yes,” she nodded with a smile, the app translating for him, though it was one of the few times he didn’t need it. She followed up as she poured his tea, “Offers to keep them peaceful.” “Thank you for letting me honor your dead,” he smiled, bowing his head before he took a sip of tea. The old lady blinked down at the application, and she chuckled, shaking her head as she waved a finger at him and responded. He leaned forward to read the translation: ‘They are not dead. They are the honored adopted.’ Adam froze, staring at the phone for an uncomfortable amount of time before he leaned back. The old woman was hopelessly oblivious, nodding to him with a wide smile on her face as she drank her tea. He swallowed as he finally nodded in response to her, drank his tea as fast as politely possible, and made all haste back into the street, not looking back and stopping his fast walk until he was at least three blocks away from her. Leaning against a brick wall, he let out a heavy sigh and lifted his hands to his face. He felt his cheeks burning, and his throat was dry. As the words honored adopted echoed in his mind, he barked out an awkward laugh of disbelief, which turned into a burst of laughter. A few Goryeoans glanced his way, and he put up a hand in apology, doubling over to catch his breath and calm down. He released the nervous energy in a final sigh as he pulled himself upright again, chucked the rest of his apples in the trash, and approached the nearest advertisement screen. “Gilly?” he asked sheepishly, his eyes flickering around to look for anyone staring. “Greetings, Mr. Sharpe,” the familiar voice spoke, and he eased his posture. “How may I help you?” “Can you point me to the nearest bar, please?”   After indulging at lunch, Adam was feeling bold following an epiphany: he needed to be talking to the bigger folk. He made all haste to a taxi and asked Gilly to take him to a “not touristy” area of the city. The car took him to a shopping mall near a popular old-world alleyway that was stocked with small restaurants and bars that catered mostly to the local population. He started with the shopping mall, where the reactions were far more controlled than what he experienced in Little Town. No one panicked at her name, though he did see the concerned looks of Amazons who thought he was a confused toddler. Nearly everyone knew her name, but most parroted the same conspiracy theories about her isolating herself due to a hideous accident that left her scarred. He declared the mall more or less a bust and decided to check out the old world alleyway. Upon approach, he was surprised to see it was indeed a thin alleyway between two old buildings whose front-facing facades had been updated, but their decades-old skeletons were exposed on the sides. There were copious amounts of hanging wires, balconies, and neon signs that were reminiscent of a big city back home. Once he stepped beyond the threshold, he felt like he was transported back in time. Starting at the first bar, he began his task once more. The bartender there was cordial, but parroted the superstitious belief that she was a chang-gui. The second, the third, and the fourth also yielded very little. As he took in a deep breath, trying to fight off the dejection that was starting to creep in, he was blocked from entering the fifth hole in the wall establishment. Blinking, he looked up to see a Goryeoan Tweener, dressed in a business suit that looked well-worn; he had most of his black hair slicked to the side and wore dark sunglasses. “You tourist asking for Ma Joomi?” he asked quietly but confidently, standing firmly in Adam’s way. Raising an eyebrow and stiffening to his full height, which put his eye level to about the man’s navel, he gave a single nod. “I can get you to her,” the Tweener sniffed as he removed a hand from his pant pocket and flicked his sunglasses up to rest in his hair; this action caused his sleeve to recede and reveal a golden watch. “Really?” Adam asked cautiously, desperately trying to control his reaction despite the flutter of excitement in his chest. The Tweener nodded and gestured to step away from the door, pulling out a toothpick and offering the box downward. Adam shook his head and mumbled a ‘no thanks’. “She is private,” the Tweener explained as he chewed on the toothpick. “Many believe she is chang-gui.” “I know,” Adam grimaced as he watched those who passed them by, looking for signs that anyone feared or disliked this man, but no one seemed to spare either of them a second glance. “She has big home on mountain path,” he went on as he placed his foot up against the wall and slipped his hands back into his suit pockets. “I can take you there.” “Okay,” the blonde Little nodded in acceptance of this, but raised an eyebrow. “And… what do you want in exchange?” The Tweener grinned down at him, causing the hairs on the back of Adam’s neck to stand up. “I have lunch with client tomorrow,” he began to explain in a casual tone, but it was forced; he knew he was about to drop something that wasn’t going to be well received. “You be my Adopted.” “No,” Adam blurted out immediately, barely needing to register the demand. He shook his head as he took a massive step back, and the Tweener pushed his foot off the wall, putting his hands out. “Wait – listen,” he tried to interrupt, tossing the toothpick aside, but Adam firmly repeated himself and turned around, walking into the small bar. He pulled himself up into an Amazon-sized stool, grimacing at the Tweener who followed him in, and sharply repeated, “I said no.” “I know,” the Tweener replied as he took the seat next to Adam, easily grabbing the bartender’s attention and ordering two beers for them both. Adam’s nostrils flared. “Look, you are protected –” “Damn right I am,” he stiffly spat a little louder than he meant, causing both the bartender and other customers to gawk; he swallowed, inclining his head towards them. “Sorry.” “I can’t afford Adopted,” the Tweener muttered sharply but quietly, lowering his head in shame. “Tomorrow is a big chance for me. Having Adopted will help close the deal.” The bartender nodded to both of them as he set down two glasses of varying sizes filled to the brim with beer. Adam reached out, pulling his in to him and stared at the surface as he watched the liquid settle down enough to see his reflection. He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at himself, watching the Tweener chug about half of his beer in the long silence. “I don’t even know your name,” the blonde scoffed as he took a big swig from his glass. “Sok Jeong,” he introduced himself as he crossed his left hand over and offered it to shake. Adam sighed as he took his hand and shook it, introducing himself in return. “So… how do I know you’re telling the truth?” the Little asked cautiously, wary of giving this deal any consideration, yet this was the first person willing to help, even if the cost was absurd. “That you know where she is, let alone will take me to her?” “I swear my word to you,” Jeong replied solemnly as he placed an open palm on his chest and bowed his head. “I’d need more than that,” Adam muttered. The pair made eye contact, and for one painful beat, it appeared like the discussion was over. The Tweener’s nostrils flared before he chugged the remainder of his beer and ordered his second. Adam knew deep down he shouldn’t have insulted his honor, but this was too important to go on a stranger’s word. “Look,” Jeong huffed, grabbing his suit jacket at the lapels and firmly tugging it down. He leaned to the side as he fished out a phone from his pocket. “This is a risk for me, not you. If they find out, or police catch this, I am the one going down.” Adam clenched his jaw, knowing full well he was speaking the truth, but wasn’t inclined to feel sorry for the man asking him to parade himself around like an infant. Lifting the beer, he began taking another huge gulp when Jeong’s phone slid his way. Swallowing, he looked down to see a photo of a closed gate surrounded by foliage, which looked wild at first glance, but as he zoomed in, he could tell it was particularly manicured to keep it from looking overgrown but still natural. The Tweener pointed to the Goryeoan character at the gate, then swiped to a closer photo where it was more legible; Adam’s eyebrows lifted as even he, a novice that he was, recognized it. “Ma,” he whispered. “Yep,” Jeong confirmed with a sniff, rubbing under his nose before taking another drink of his beer. “This is where she lives and works.” Adam scrutinized the photo; the date was within the last three years, there were no signs of alteration to the photo, and it was digitally signed by the camera on the phone to confirm its authenticity. He looked to Jeong, who gave a nod, made a flick motion, and the photo was copied to his phone. “What…” Adam gulped, his fingers pressing hard against the glass as he did everything he could to avoid sneering. “…would I need to do?” The man sniffed, lifting his hand and scratching at his chin with his thumb as he considered. “Dress the part,” he shrugged, as if that part was obvious. “Call me Appa. Be good ba – Adopted.” “Another, please,” he ordered quickly after tossing a glare to the man, who looked away; he closed his blue eyes as he felt his skin prickle with goosebumps, and he chugged the remainder of the beer before the new one arrived, causing the Tweener to snort. He nearly slammed the glass down, but his eyes briefly shot to the other customers and hesitated before setting the glass down gently. He gave an appreciative nod as the bartender slid him another. “I will buy everything,” he explained, his confidence starting to emerge and an assertive presence taking over. “I will rent car to drive to her after lunch. We meet here –” he paused, pulling up a location on his phone, and once again flicking it to Adam’s phone. “To prepare. Then we go and eat here –” Once more, he pulled up a nearby location to the rendezvous point and sent it to the old tech phone. “It will take two hours, at most.” Adam closed his eyes, cursing to himself. He was more than tempted to walk away. He now had the photo and could likely either ask around to see if anyone recognized the area or trace its location from context clues. But the problem was timing. He was near the halfway point of his visa, and in a best-case scenario, he could get started tonight and have the location by morning. But there were a lot of unknown variables; meanwhile, Jeong’s offer to be taken directly there by tomorrow afternoon was a guarantee. Presuming he wasn’t lying. He ran his tongue over his invented tooth and opened his eyes, feeling a sense of dread overcome him. He finished the rest of his beer before releasing a heavy sigh, feeling a burst of nausea as he looked to Jeong and… he nodded. “One more thing,” Jeong added as he tucked his phone into his jacket pocket, flashing a grin now that his plan was in motion. “Ma complex requires code. If you don’t have code, you must pass test.” “Test?” he blurted out, tossing the man an incredulous look, immediately followed by a glare. “What kind of test?” “I always had code,” the Tweener shrugged as he slapped down cash for the bartender. “Hold on a minute,” Adam protested as he looked to the cash, which looked like enough to cover both of their drinks, and then to the man getting up to leave. “You can’t dump that and leave –” “That part isn’t my fault,” Jeong deadpanned as he straightened his suit jacket and brushed off his pants. “Show up and be good, then maybe I tell you the rest.”