Behind it's neck, covered by flaps of false flesh, were a set of input jacks. She plugged her computer, which was holding the records from the domestic boomer, into the jacks and began downloading.
It did not take long. After a minute the operation was complete. Nene unhooked her computer and moved around to face the boomer. "Status," she said.
It's eyes flickered open. "Unknown. Power insufficient for complete operation," the boomer said in a soft voice.
"Access memory for events of two days ago."
"Internal timer down, insufficient data."
"Access memory of events for May 14th, 2034," she ordered.
"Checking. Memory indicates massive failure of systems at that point. Memory corrupted. Time required to repair, unknown."
"Review events of last ten minutes before failure. Present in video and audio format, download to external source."
"Please wait a moment."
There was a noise outside the room, Nene could hear the muted beeps as someone began entering the unlocking codes. "Cancel," Nene ordered. "Shut down." She reached around and pulled her computer free, then yanked the power feed from the boomer.
She moved away from it, flipping her computer open. As she moved to the centre of the room she began to enter information into the computer.
The vault door opened and a big and somewhat fat man entered the room. "Romanova? What are you doing in here."
"Just checking some things for our records upstairs Sergeant," she told him.
He looked at her. "I see," he said.
"Well, I'm done," she moved towards him. "I'm glad to be out of here, this place is a little scary."
The sergeant laughed. "Don't worry," he said. "Nothing to worry about here." His laughing at her fear made him forget what he had been about to ask, how she had gotten into the vault. "Let's go."
Nene and the sergeant left the vault, sealing the door behind them. Nene wondered if she would get a chance to return to the vault and finish her work with the boomer. Well, if not she could go back to the slow way of doing it. It would not be a problem.
*****
Several minutes after the vault door had closed the boomer laying on the table moved ever so slightly, a tremor that ran through the entire body. Then it's eyes opened and it sat up.
The boomer had been designed as an assassin. A well trained, artificial operative, a killing machine. The TAC squad that had fought it was more lucky than they could ever know. Only the burning out of its memory core, a freak accident, had saved them, and a number of people.
Now it was up and operating again, the new information that had been downloaded into it giving it a new core to work with.
Reaching over it grabbed the power lead that Nene had plugged into it earlier and slid that back into her abdomen. Hooked up to a steady source of power it went to work. First it had to repair the damage that had been done to it, her. That was easy enough. She found her main power core close by and pushed it back inside of herself.
Her self repair capabilities were not those of a combat boomer, but they were more than enough to reattach the core. She pulled the power lead from her and then searched through the tools and instruments under the slab she had been laid on for what she needed.
In short order the gash in her stomach, and a few other damaged areas of the skin, had been closed. There was no way to replace the large patch of hair that had been torn out of the right side of her head so she simply shaved that side clean, repaired the skin, then used several pens to simulate a tattoo.
All of that took a little under ten minutes. She was now ready to go. Her mission had to be completed. Of course she was not sure what mission that might be.
Her fragmented memory core began to pull things together, what was left of her original programming and what Nene had loaded into her.
She had a target. There had to be a target. Who was that target? A face appeared came up, that of a young woman with red hair and green eyes. There was a name as well. Romanova. Target acquired.
What was she supposed to do with the target? At first there was nothing, but then as more and more of her new programming began to be integrated into her being, she knew what she was to do.
With a mission, a mission that nothing short of complete destruction would stop, the boomer began to move.
It did not take long for the highly trained operative to escape the vault, or to find clothing, or to locate a computer terminal to hide her tracks. While changing the records so it appeared that her body had been moved out and destroyed, she also found out more about her target. Nene Romanova. After taking note of the target's address the boomer left the building without attracting any attention.
*****
The apartment was not quite what the boomer had expected. She looked around, finding very little of what she expected. It would not do, not at all. After looking through the entire place, going through closets, looking through drawers, it was ready to go to work.
She chose the second bedroom which was mostly empty except for a low table and some cushions. It moved the table and cushions out of the way, and measured out the room with her laser range finders.
After that the boomer went to the computer in the other bedroom, sat down, and began looking for the things she needed. She found what she needed fairly quickly, purchased it and arranged for it to be delivered in the hour. Money was no problem, the boomer had access to a number of accounts and paid for everything out of them.
When the purchases began to arrive she had the delivery people put everything where she wanted it.
*****
Nene was more than a little tired. She had had a busy day at work, then she had a rather gruelling training session with the Knight Sabers. She still had to hack the domestic boomer's records apart, Sylia really wanted it. Nene had decided to take a few days off so she could devote her attention to the work.
She opened her apartment door, stepped in, then closed the door behind her. She tossed her purse onto the floor, then stepped up into her apartment, reaching out to turn on the light.
Nene almost fell back when she the saw the woman standing close by. "What? Who? What are you doing here?!" Nene demanded all quickly. The woman was tall, and she had long blonde hair, but for a patch on the side of her head where a tattoo was. Nene had seen that woman before, but could not recall where.
The boomer began approaching Nene. Her target/charge was there and she had a mission to perform.
Nene suddenly realised where she had seen the woman before. In the evidence room, she had been lying on a slab then. The boomer. How could that be though? Suddenly Nene realised she might very well be in a lot of trouble. She might even be about to die.
"Hel....," Nene began to scream, but the boomer was suddenly directly in front of her, putting its hand over her mouth. Nene tried to struggle free, but then a jolt ran through her and she collapsed into the boomer's arms.
The boomer had noted that its target/charge was beginning to make noise. A target making noise was bad and the target should be silenced as quick as possible. There were a large number of ways to make sure a target did not make noise, but those methods did not apply. A charge making noise was also bad. It indicated something might be wrong and also required quieting, and the boomer knew a large number of methods to do that as well.
She started by simply placing her hand over her target/charge's mouth. That helped, but the target/charge was struggling. It chose to deal with that by using a built in taser, shocking her target/charge into submission.
While it worked, she was not at all pleased by it. It seemed to be the wrong thing to do. She considered her options and decided to use other methods in the future. She gently picked Nene up and carried her towards the bedroom that she had prepared.
Nene's body felt disconnected from her, she could not seem to get it to do as she wished. She was not unconscious though and was able to take note of a number of things. There was a playpen in a corner of the room, filled with stuffed animals. It's presence just served to confuse her, and worried about a number of other things, such as if the boomer was going to kill her, she did not give it much thought.
The boomer carried her into her spare, and mostly unused, bedroom. For a moment Nene thought she had lost consciousness and was dreaming because the room seemed to be a nursery. There was a crib against one wall, a white chest of drawers, covered in cute animal decals, and several boxes. Nene had no idea what was going on. It was all just too strange.
The boomer easily shifted Nene around, laying her down on the crib mattress. It was only then that Nene came to appreciate just how large the crib, and the other furniture was. The sheet that covered the mattress, decorated in an infantile print, slid under her slightly, as if there was something slick under it, and there was also a soft, crinkly noise that Nene identified as plastic.
She mumbled incoherently, her voice still not under control. What was the boomer doing? What was it doing to her?
"There, there," the boomer said, speaking for the first time. It's voice soft, pleasant, conveying a certain sense of warmth. "It will all be all right."
The boomer pulled Nene up into a sitting position on the mattress and removed her jacket which she then let drop the floor. Nene continued to mumble and groan, and she tried to fight, but her limbs still would not do as she wished. Even if they had, the boomer was strong enough to rip men from limb to limb, it would not have made much difference, though Nene might have hurt herself.
The boomer lay her down and shifted her attention to Nene's feet. She removed her socks, then reached up towards Nene's skirt. Nene mumbled again, this time louder, managing to get out a weak, 'no'. The boomer looked at Nene for a moment, then bent down and removed something from a box by the crib. When the boomer straightened Nene could see was it held. A large, adult size was the best way to describe it, pacifier.
Again Nene tried to fight, but it was a hopeless cause. It pushed the pacifier into her mouth, effectively gagging Nene. There was a soft strap on it. The boomer pulled it behind Nene's head, arranged her hair so it would not be in the way, then locked it. The strap pulled the pacifier into Nene's mouth and held it secure. All she could do was mumble and gurgle around it.
The boomer looked down at her from a moment, then retrieved something else from the box. A set of mitten like things. It slid those onto Nene's hands, locking them into place. They held all her fingers together and restricted the motion of her thumbs. Nene knew that her hands had just been rendered useless, even if she could have used them.
Satisfied, the boomer then turned her attention back to Nene's skirt. She reached under Nene to loosen the zipper, then pulled it down her legs and off her. It dropped it to the ground with the jacket and then boomer reached up Nene's legs, pushing the tails of her blouse out of the way to grasp her panties.
"These are not at all proper," the boomer said as it pulled the pink, silk garment off Nene. She dropped them on the floor, then began undoing Nene's blouse. By that time Nene could move her arms a little and tried to bat the boomer's hands away. It was futile. The weak blows were poorly aimed and Nene might as well have been trying to hit a concrete wall for all the good she did.
The blouse was removed and joined her other clothing at the boomer's feet. She was lying there naked, except for her brassier, the mittens and the pacifier. The boomer considered the bar for a few seconds, then simply removed it, dropping it without comment.
Nene felt her whole body flush red. She was lying in a crib, stripped naked by a killer boomer, in a room that looked like a nursery. She was a complex mixture of terror and embarrassment and she began to cry, feeling completely helpless.
The boomer smiled down at Nene. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll be fine. Yes you will," she said the last in a high pitched, adult to baby way that increased Nene's embarrassment. The boomer then tickled her lightly on her stomach before going back to the box for something else.
Depilatory methods had become fast, effective, simple and painless by the 2030s, so Nene's crying had nothing to do with pain. She was humiliated. The boomer quickly removed every hair on her body from the neck down. When she was finished with the front, she rolled Nene onto her stomach and went to work on her back.
Nene lay there, staring down at the animal print on the sheet as the last of her body hair was removed. She had not had a lot of body hair before, and now she had none, and would never have any again. The boomer cooed, and made reassuring noises through the entire process. When she was done she put the device aside then rolled Nene onto her back.
"There we go," she said, reaching out to pat Nene on the head. Then she walked to the dresser, opened one of the drawers and removed what Nene had known had to be coming.
When the boomer returned the bedside she unfolded the diaper, placing it on the bed beside Nene. Nene tried to squirm away from it, but was not able to. The boomer then lifted her legs up as easy as if, well as if she was in fact a baby, and slid the diaper under her. Nene was lowered onto it and when she felt her bottom touch the thick padding she shivered.
The diaper lay under her, cushioning her bottom ever so slightly. It was impossible to avoid thinking about what it was. The texture of it, the slight crinkling noises, all of it. A moment later she felt the talcum powder raining down on her, like a gently feather's touch, and the scent of it filled the air. The boomer gently rubbed it into her skin for a moment, and then the boomer folded the diaper up, pulling it between her legs. Quickly, efficiently, with the minimum amount of fuss, she fastened the sides. Nene had been diapered.
For a moment she just lay there, not sure of what had just happened. It seemed to crazy to have really happened. There was no way to get away from it though. Nene began to cry. She began to cry harder, muffled as it was by the pacifier, when the boomer presented the next item.
It was a diaper cover, pink, with a cute little anime cat on it. Nene was absolutely mortified as the boomer put that on over the diaper she wore, fastening it with snaps. One part of her wondered why the boomer even bothered. The plastic backing on the diaper was probably more than enough. Why a diaper cover? Unless it was to hide the less than babyish design of the adult diaper.
She finished up and went off for another item of clothing. A set of pink rompers as it turned out. Nene was getting mobility back and was able to put up more of a fight, but the end result was inevitable. She was dressed in the baby clothing and the crib's side was raised up. The crib also had a set of bars on top that the boomer swung into place. "I'll get your bottle," the boomer told it, in that same sort of sugary voice as she left the room.
Nene lay there, dressed in rompers and a diaper, laying in a crib, a pacifier gagging her, and cried for a short time, but then she shook it off. Crying was not going to help her much. She reached up above her, grasping the bars with what little ability she had, and tried to lift the top. It would not budge. She looked over at the locking mechanism. It was a simple bar that slid into a slot that held the crib side in place. There was a place for a lock, but there was no lock there.
Nene tried to reach out and grasp the bar, but her restrained hands made it all but impossible. The slick material that covered the gloves made her hands slip on the bar each time she tried to push it free.
When she heard the door beginning to open she stopped what she was doing and laid back down.
The boomer came in. She was carrying a baby bottle, it looked a little larger than normal to Nene. The boomer opened the crib up and reached out behind Nene's head, unlocking the band the held the pacifier in Nene's mouth. If Nene thought to call out, she never got the chance. As soon as the pacifier fell out, the nipple of the bottle was put in its place.
Nene tried to force it from her mouth, tried to turn her head away from it, but the boomer kept the nipple firmly in her mouth no matter what she tried. Finally Nene realised that there was only one way she was going to get the nipple out of her mouth. She began to suck, slowly nursing, drinking the milk. When she was finished the boomer had the pacifier back in her mouth and strapped into place too fast for Nene to do anything.
Damn thing is just too fast, Nene thought as the boomer left the room. As she did she turned off the lights, leaving only a night light to illuminate the room. Bed time, Nene guessed. How could she go to bed? It was not that late, and she had not brushed her teeth. Stupid boomer. What did it think it was doing?
That of course was the question. What was the boomer doing? Nene shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position. It was not easy, anyway she might lay, she was reminded of the diaper she wore. It was beginning to feel too warm, and a little itchy, though the talcum powder helped. She tried to get it off, but her mittened hands could not even get the romper off.
She finally lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling through the bars, and thought about the boomer. What she had was an assassin boomer, a unit that would do whatever was required to complete it's missions. So why was it treating her like an infant? Diapering was certainly not in its repertoire of required skills.
Of course the majority of its memory core had been fried, leaving it an empty shell, until Nene had loaded it up with the programs from the domestic boomer. Could that be it? She asked her self. It made sense, in some odd sort of way.
The assassins programming, what remained, had been integrated with the domestic boomers programming forming... Forming... Well, it seemed like an insane nanny boomer. For some reason it had determined that Nene was a baby that needed taking care of.
Nene remembered the family killed had had children. She had not wanted to think about that, about the murdered children. The parents had obviously programmed their boomer to care for them. Nene thought that was a bit odd, she knew she would not have trusted boomers with children, but she was prejudiced about it.
So now the boomer thought that Nene was a child that it had to take care of. It obviously knew that she was not really a baby, she thought, looking at the mittens on her hand, and thinking of the hair that had been removed from her body. It knew, but it was going to treat her like one no matter what.
She wondered what she was going to do as she shifted about in her crib. In time, someone was going to come looking for her. Of course that was not a pleasant option. If it was one of the other Knight Sabers, she would be horribly embarrassed. Only Sylia might let her live it down, never mentioning it, but it probably would not be Sylia who would come to check up on her. Priss or Linna, either would make her life hell after this.
As bad as that might be, if anyone else were to discover her, the ADP would certainly become involved. That would ensure even more people knew about what happened, and what's more, they would want to know why the boomer was there. The investigation would certainly reveal Nene's culpability in the whole thing. Then she would certainly be in trouble, perhaps she would even end up in prison.
She turned around a few times, trying to find some way out, fretting at the lock, trying the bars. When she finally gave up she lay on her back, breathing heavily, a little sweat on her. Inside her diaper it was now uncomfortably hot, and the padding was a little damp. If that was not uncomfortable enough, she also had to go to the bathroom.
She was not going to do it. She was not going to wet her diaper. That was final.
After a few minutes she had reached up, grasping the bars above her as best she could with her mittened hands. She started up at the ceiling, clenching her teeth. She was not going the wet the diaper. She'd let her bladder explode first.
For a time she though that she might in fact keep her promise to herself, but when it began to hurt so much that she started to cry, she let it go. For a moment nothing happened, then, then, it came. The urine rushed out of her, eliciting a sigh of relief from Nene. The padding of the diaper immediately began to absorb the urine, spreading it out. Nene could feel it begin to get heavy on her. As the pressure and pain faded, humiliation and shame rushed into take its place.
She had wet herself, had wet her diaper. It could not get any worse.
Of course she was wrong.
As soon as she finished the boomer entered the room. "Are we all wet?" she asked in its sugary voice. "Did we wet our little diapers?"
As bad as wetting them had been, and it was bad, having the boomer know about it, having it talk to her like that, was even worse. And while wetting her diapers had been bad, having her wet diapers changed, which she realised was what was about to happen, was worse.
The boomer quickly gathered up what it would need then opened the crib. Nene tried to fight, but the boomer was stronger and faster than her. It was also ready for her. It grasped her arms and pulled them above Nene's head. With a padded strap it secured Nene's hands to the crib bars above her head. That it proved Nene's theory about the boomer knowing she was not a baby but treating her like one was cold comfort at best.
The boomer unbuttoned the bottom of the rompers and began the unsnap the diaper cover. Nene tried to kick the boomer, bringing her foot back and launching it at the boomer's face. The boomer caught it with an off handed movement, even as it was reaching for a carton of baby wipes. It then smiled at Nene and tickled its fingers down Nene's leg and returned to its work.
Once it had the cover then the diaper off it quickly and thoroughly cleaned Nene up. Beaten, for the time, Nene could only lay there and cry, wondering why this was happening to her. The boomer smiled and began smoothing a cream into her skin, lifting her bottom up to cover her buttocks with the cream. Then it put a fresh diaper under her and lowered her onto it.
In a short time the diaper was tapped on, the diaper cover in place and the rompers closed up again. "There we go," the boomer said as she freed Nene's hands. "All clean and dry." Then she closed up the crib and left Nene alone.
Nene lay in the crib and cried herself to sleep.
*****
Nene was not sure what time it was when she woke up. There was some light coming through the curtains, but that told her nothing, other than the sun was up. She had woken to a pressure on her bladder. She shifted around, as if to get out of bed, then her feet rapped up against the bars of the crib.
It all came back in a flash to Nene. She had been hoping it was some kind of bad dream, but the hard reality of it had just hurt her feet. Again, futilely she pulled at the bars, trying to open them. Then she held off for as long as possible. She knew that the end was inevitable, but she wanted to hold out for as long as she could. At least she could exercise that much control over her body.
Finally she could hold it no longer, and her diaper began to fill with urine, growing soggy and warm next to her skin.
As soon as she finished the door opened and the boomer, walked in. It was kind of funny Nene thought as she cried softly, the assassin boomer was using its rather impressive sensor suite to check on the state of her diapers.
The boomer opened the crib up, but instead of starting the change Nene, she picked her up and carried her from the room. It did not take long for Nene to realise where they were going. Into the bathing room the Boomer carried her, setting her down gently on a padded, plastic mat. She undressed Nene, finally taking the wet diaper off. She then, much to Nene's surprise, removed the pacifier. While looking Nene in the eyes, she placed the pacifier close by. The message was clear to Nene who did not say anything or cry for help.
The boomer began to bathe her, making sure every bit of skin was as clean. Nene blushed at the boomer's hands went to some fairly intimate areas, making sure she was clean there as well. She even produced a tooth brush and brushed Nene's teeth.
When it was all done Nene was dried off and carried back into the nursery. She was lain onto the crib mattress and a new diaper was placed under her. The boomer then applied cream to her diaper area after which she sprinkled powder all over her, gently rubbing it into her skin. That done the diaper was pulled up between her legs and fastened.
The boomer put her into a different diaper cover, a soft pink with frills along the leg openings. She then put a matching dress on Nene. So attired, Nene was carried out, into the kitchen, for breakfast.
At least there was not a highchair, Nene thought at she was put into a normal, kitchen chair. The boomer started off with a baby bottle full of water, then another full of milk. After that it was baby food, spoon fed to a blushing Nene. Then there was a last bottle of water and breakfast, and the ordeal of it was over.
After that it was playtime.
While sitting on the boomers lap, having a storybook read to her, Nene thought that the boomer might indeed make a very good caretaker to a small child. She was very efficient in her job and had infinite patience.
Of course while that might be true, Nene hated the thing for what it had done to her.
Through the day she thought of a hundred ways she might get away, might shut down to the boomer, but nothing really worked.
When the boomer put her into the playpen for a nap before lunch , Nene tried to sneak out but no sooner did she begin getting to her feet the boomer looked out of the kitchen at Nene. She then looked at the pacifier and padded straps that lay close by. Nene took the hint and lay back down in the playpen. She looked at the smiling teddy bear that was in there with it. She punched it hard. "Stupid bear," she muttered.
After lunch Nene knew she had a new problem. She had to pee, but that was only part of the problem. I will not have a bowel movement in these diapers, Nene told herself. This time I will not give in. She sat on the floor, watching children's programming that the boomer had put on, telling herself she was not going to soil the diaper.
She lasted almost an hour, and then finally gave in.
It took her a few minutes to actually do it. She ended up squatting on the floor, pretending she was using the toilet. It came quickly then and at the same time her bladder emptied. The mixture felt horrible to her and she began crying.
Almost instantly she was scooped up by the boomer who was very reassuring, in an adult to baby way, as she carried Nene into the nursery. She lay Nene down, holding her bottom up so it would not squish the mess there, and quickly removed the diaper cover then the diaper. Once they were off the boomer cleaned her up and got her into a new diaper.
While it was still a diaper, it was a clean diaper, and Nene was glad for it. She flushed as she realised that, but she could not argue it. A clean diaper was much better than a dirty one.
The boomer carried her out on the nursery and sat down in one of the chairs in the living room. She began rocking Nene gently in her arms, and she began singing softly.
Nene had stopped crying earlier and was now beginning to feel almost happy. The soft singing, the gentle rocking, the feeling of bulk between her legs, it all seemed to be taking her back to a simpler time. She almost felt as if she could go on forever like that.
She could not though. For a number of reasons. It was time to try one of her plans.
"Status," Nene said softly.
The boomer stopped singing, and stopped rocking her as it paused. "Overall functioning at ninety percent," she said, then paused again. "Core programs completely integrated." It then reached over to where the pacifier was.
Nene almost panicked, but kept her cool. "New orders," Nene said.
The boomer paused. "Unable to accept orders from child," the boomer said, then grabbed the pacifier and moved it towards Nene's mouth.
"I am not a child needing this care," Nene said.
The boomer paused again, the pacifier a few centimetres from Nene's mouth.
"I am not a child needing this care," Nene said again. "You are in error."
After several seconds the boomer placed the pacifier on the table. "This charge is not an eleventh month old child. Current method of care giving is in error," it said.
Yes, Nene thought to herself. She had won.
*****
Nene, Naoko, and another woman from the communications sections were the last ones to leave the restaurant. Nene finished her sake and put the glass down as she pushed her feet into her shoes.
"See you tomorrow," Naoko called as she led the other young woman from the restaurant. She had had way too much to drink.
Nene waved goodbye to her, then leaned over to tie up her shoes.
She got to her feet, swaying a little, she had also had a little too much to drink, and set out of the restaurant.
Not long afterwards she was sitting on a train, near sleep, as it sped her back towards home.
All in all things had gone fairly well. She had retrieved the information that Sylia required, and had made sure that no one missed the boomer assassin that had gone missing from the evidence vaults. She was in the clear. Life was good.
She was brought out of her self congratulatory mood by a computer generated voice telling her that the train was about to pull into her station. Nene got to her feet, shuffled to the door, and waited for the train to come to a stop. Once it did she stepped out, onto the platform. After the air-conditioned interior the humid, outside air hit her like a wall.
Nene pushed forward, heading down the stairs towards the exit. She turned on her way out, walking into the ladies room. She stepped inside one of the stalls, closed the door, and hung her backpack on the hook inside the door.
She pulled her skirt up, then pushed her panties down her legs. Squatting over the toilet, she relieved herself, letting out a small sigh. Much too much sake to drink, she thought. When finished she cleaned herself up then stood up.
She pushed the panties all the way down her legs so the bundled at her ankles. Carefully, putting a hand on the door for balance, she took one foot out of her shoe, balancing on the other foot. She reached down and slid the panties off that foot. She repeated the procedure with the other foot and had the panties completely off.
Nene shook them out, looking at the lacy white panties. Inside the waistband was a Silkydoll label, where all her big girl panties came from. Nene giggled softly as she thought that, then she folded the panties up, opened her backpack and put them into it.
From another pocket in the pack she removed another set of panties. There were white as well, but more of a brief style, and instead of being sheer silk they were a thick cotton. They were also decorated with an anime print. Reversing the procedure she had used to take her other panties off, she put those on.
Then she took off her jacket, hung it over the pack, and removed her blouse. After folding it up and placing it in the pack she removed another blouse. This one was pink, with a Peter Pan collar. Around the collar and the cuffs were white lace.
She put it on and tucked the tails into her dark green skirt. The skirt stayed. While their were animals sewn around the hem, the thread was almost the same colour as the skirt so hardly anyone ever noticed them.
Properly attired she put her jacket back on, pulled the pack over her shoulder, and left the stall then the bathroom.
As she walked towards her apartment she considered where she had made her mistake. It had been in still referring to herself as a child, not thinking about the children that had been part of the family the domestic boomer had served. If she was not the eleven month old baby, then she must be the other one. A the six year old daughter.
When Nene opened the door to her apartment the boomer, her nanny, was waiting for her.
"How was school," her nanny asked. It always asked that, Nene could be gone for a few days and it would still ask her that. It had pigeonholed her and that was that.
"Fine," Nene said as she placed her backpack on the floor.
"Come along," nanny said, taking Nene's hand and leading her towards the bathing room. She undressed Nene and then washed her. As Nene sat on the stool, allowing her nanny to scrub her back, she decided things weren't so bad. The boomer seemed to know shiatsu and the massage technique was the perfect thing for keeping little girls quiet during bath time.
After that was over her nanny dried her off and carried her to her room. The nursery remained, for the baby that that boomer knew existed, but Nene was not taken in there. She was taken into her own room, which was as she had always had it. Obviously her nanny considered it childish enough. Nene was a little insulted by that.
The boomer lay her down on the bed and began to dress her for bed. It started with diapers. The six year old must have been a bed wetter. It did not matter that Nene was not one, every night she was diapered for bed time. The boomer then put her pyjamas on before tucking Nene in.
As Nene lay in her bed, the diapers, which had become a pleasant thing, rustling ever so slightly, she thought about shutting the boomer down. It was time she did something about it. And then, as nanny began to read her a story, she realised that she would find some reason to put it off. She snuggled deep into her covers and was soon asleep.
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