My feedings are from a bottle as well as frequent meals from Gerber Baby Food jars.I can't explain how this is happening or what processes if any they...are using for my transformation, I am only somewhat aware that this is really happening at all. My adult cloths have all been removed from my presence, wearing only diapers, adult sized baby rompers that snap up around my diaper, and coveralls or short-alls with snaps that come up my legs for easier diaper changes by Mommy Robyn or Auntie Amber.I. But I needed a way to get to talk to Larry and maybe get him to my house for some cum fun.“I was wondering,” I asked, “if you could maybe spend a little time with me to help me through it. I have a test coming up the end of the week and I don’t want to screw up my grade. It should only take an hour or so. Can you help me out?” “Uh, yeah, I guess so,” he replied. I think he was a little uncomfortable talking to a girl. I pressed on, “I only live about four blocks from school. I thought we. "I just don't want to see you going down the same path as your Uncle Xavier... He started doing that stuff when he was your age and it opened up a world of newer and deadlier stuff. I worry about you, y'know." "I know, dad ... I'm sorry." I lifted my head finally, staring up into my dad's stern, concerned green eyes. The old man really did worry about me. He was my father, after all. And as such, he wanted to protect me from the world and its ills. The fact was a little suffocating,. ”“Pick me up on your way home, Yankee. I’m going to make you prove it!”“I will. I’ll call you from O’Hare when I land and let you know I’m on my way.”We talked for another couple of minutes and I hung up.“Well, I guess that answers that question!” Stephanie smirked, standing in the door to my room.“Yeah. It was a foregone conclusion that last night before I came home.”“What time are we leaving for the Grossi’s house and when are we coming home?”“About 1:15pm. We’ll pick up Ed and we’ll be there.