Shirley the Barbarian: A visit to the Sorceress.

Chapter 2
Shirley’s adventures in the nursery

Chapter Description: Shirley battles the challenges of growing up. Can she keep her bottom dry while fending off yucky boys?

“I will fight you, foul villain!” said the small, naked, crudely carved figure of a barbarian male as it bobbed up and down in Shirley’s fist.

The other figure, nearly identical except for a cut piece of cloth on its head to depict it as a wizard, responded, “Just see if you can after I cast this spell on you!”

“Take that and that!” said the first as it butted up against the second.

“You’ll pay for that, I promise you!” replied the second as Shirley attempted to make the sound of a spell being cast.

Back and forth, the two figures in Shirley’s hands argued and bounced off each other over the next few minutes. Shirley paused as a feeling of warmth in her private regions flooded her diaper and blotted against the leather pad she sat upon.

She made a face, got up, and waddled over to her nanny for a diaper change. The nanny dutifully picked up the small child, stripped her bare, wiped her nether region with a damp cloth that smelled faintly of lavender, and pinned a fresh multilayered linen diaper on her.

Shirley gave her a little kiss on the cheek before resuming her place on the leather mat. Soon, the adventures of the barbarian versus the wizard occupied her playtime once more.

The sorceress stopped by to see how her little one was doing. She would do this several times a day, often picking her up and placing her on her lap to strengthen their bond.

“If mum would not object to a little advice?” suggested the nanny during one of their together times, “It would do for you to come less often as it spoils the child to have an excess of affection.”

The sorceress knew the nanny spoke with the greatest authority and current knowledge of her profession. She also knew that her current advice was wrong.

“Fie upon that! I would have my daughter remember me as a kind mother, with punishments doled out by her evil nanny. It works out better for my plans for her in later life.” She said this with a conviction that brooked no argument, which the nanny caught immediately, and stopped her from raising any further objections.

Little Shirley would sit on her mommy’s lap during these times, oblivious to the “g’rups” as they chatted over her and played happily with one of her crude wooden carvings.

The day came when Shirley would graduate from the nursery via potty training. She enjoyed wearing big girl garments and thought nothing of the bulky diapers that she’d left behind.

She learned her letters, science, math, and alchemy from private tutors; swordplay, weapon forging, maintenance from skilled folk at their residences, and manners, etiquette, and politeness from specialists that dropped by on a monthly basis.

Sitting at the fireside with her mother, young Shirley, now all of 12 years of age, discussed her first time and questioned why she’d graduated from diapers to fine linens only to have to use a rag that felt no different from them on a monthly basis.

“Really, mother! What was the point of it all? I may as well just go back to wearing the diapers day and night, as there would be no surprises from the ‘Red Witch’ should she visit me unexpectedly instead of on the schedule.”

“Dearest daughter! Do you feel as though going back to diapers would give you confidence, or do you wish to go back to the nursery and wet your linens instead of using a privy? I can arrange for the latter should you desire!”

“Well, no, I, er-” said Shirley, flustered and uncertain if she wanted to grow up or take some time to get over her past mistakes.

The sorceress interrupted her floundering daughter in mid-sentence, “You are at an age when many changes will occur to your body as you grow taller, my dear! Boys will become more interesting and a new game of participating in their lives will come into play.”

“Really, mother! Boys? Yuck!” said her daughter as she wrinkled her nose in disgust. A picture of the cute thatcher’s blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk of young boyhood flashed through her mind, causing her to pause in her contemplation.

“Ah, I see that I have struck a chord! I advise you to wait for a few months, my dear, and experience more of growing up before you decide to return to the nursery!”

Shirley did as her mother asked. She discovered boys, acne, halters, and bodices as she grew over the next few years. Then she experienced the horrors of hormones affecting her thinking.

“I hate everything! I just want it all to end! Make it stop, mother, please!” She sobbed as her mother held her confused daughter to her bosom for comfort.

“T'is but a rough patch, daughter! In a few years, your raging emotions will calm, allowing you clarity of vision. I promise! Unless you feel the need to revisit the nursery? You could go back to simpler times without boys and late-night curfews? Hmm?”

Shirley’s face reflected the conflicting emotions that stormed through her being. Her logic held sway before surrendering to her hormones and giving up, defeated. Then it rallied, giving Shirley a reprieve from her emotional prison.

“Mother, would it be possible to visit the nursery for but a short time while I figure out what I want?”

“What? You would dress up in children’s clothing, wear diapers and play with your old wooden toys? Is that what you want?”

“Perhaps revisiting the nursery as I am would give some perspective, yes.”

“You would have to act the fashion, which is typically what one would expect of a nursery-dweller, my dear. Are you ready for early bedtimes and a total lack of freedom? Can you submit to the whims of a nanny as she cares for you?”

“I would like to try it and see what happens! We could call it a brief vacation where I relax from life's pressures for a while, yes?”

“Very well, daughter, so be it! I shall arrange for a nanny and have the nursery prepared for your arrival.”

Shirley became elated at having the pains of growing up taken from her shoulders. She hugged her mother and gave her a kiss on her cheek with a little more emotion than the decorum demanded.

Her mother, the sorceress, watched her daughter skip away to her bedchamber and remarked, “I knew that getting a daughter would liven up my boring existence!”

She happily motioned a servant over to give some instructions.

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Teen Shirley sat in the nursery and played with her crudely carved wooden play figures. The knight who appeared with the barbarian to fight the wizard expressed an interest in the wizard’s bright blue eyes.

“You can never truly go back,” sighed Shirley as the barbarian joined the newly formed couple in a threesome. A familiar warmth filled up her diaper’s nether regions, and this time Shirley smiled while savoring the sensation for a time before having the nanny change her.

(fin.)