Cardcaptor Sakura: Tomoyo, Memories, and The Baby Card Chapter 1

A late birthday gift me and Tamae collaborated on the story ideas and art for our wonderful friend and community little sister, Keiko. Though Sakura Kinomoto has had plenty of times that the Baby Card has run amok and left her in embarrassing attire now it seems it's her friend Tomoyo's turn to be the center of attention, something she's not at all used to.

A calm and gentle cadence of breath carried on as Tomoyo Daidouji slumbered peacefully in the grand bed that sat flush against the walls of her spacious room. A blanket made of the finest fibers, most pleasing to the touch, rose and fell by the subtle expansion and contraction of the girl’s body as she dozed. While the still night passed silently on, Tomoyo found herself immersed in a world of dreams. Often when the young girl was awake her eyes would be behind the lens of a camcorder recording the lives of others, of the one girl who was the apple of her eye. Tonight however, Tomoyo’s dreams showed her a recording of their own. An echo in her mind of a younger time, before she met Sakura Kinomoto. A time that was less filled with the warmth that imbued her days in the present.

Tomoyo’s mind played the story for her that had been locked away deep inside, those times showing as though she had recorded them like so many of Sakura’s adventures. The girl she saw was of course, herself, bearing her same long ebony locks of hair that were kept meticulously brushed, her face the same porcelain white hue with gentle features and violet eyes. This memory was of a time when the young girl was still very little, only just entering preschool then. It was a recalled time of innocence but also of painful loneliness for her. It seemed like such a long time now even if Tomoyo was only recently getting to the end of her time in elementary school.

The memory’s images played on as Tomoyo witnessed herself as a little girl bounding excitedly into a room in her family’s grand estate. Only scant feet tall, she stood on her tiptoes to reach the light switch revealing a room with several monitors and surveillance equipment that kept watch on the mansion and grounds. Carrying a thermos of tea and a tiny basket of sweets, younger Tomoyo made her way to the largest screen with a joyful expression. The press of a button saw the display come to life. The ebony haired child took up the remote and with it navigated to that morning’s footage of the main entrance at a time she still would have been resting.

Jubilation lit the girl’s face as she sat on her legs atop a chair designed for someone far more grown as the footage showed the replay of her mother, Sonomi Daidouji, as she made ready to leave that morning.

“Hi mom, it’s hot today, how about something to drink? I brought tea for us to share.” The little girl offered the still image as she poured the tea into a tiny cup.

Back then such a scene was common for Tomoyo. She would sneak away from the care of the estate maids and into the recording room with food and drink to share with her mother, or the view of her at least. When she was still quite little, having conversations with the paused footage of her mother was the best way for the girl to see her. For some time the practice was common for Tomoyo. Still an observer of the memory dream, Tomoyo watched on as her younger self held her, then typical, one way conversations with the frozen image of the woman. Watching it all play out, a deep forgotten sting tugged at the edges of her heart. Even back then Tomoyo knew that it wasn’t proper to complain, that her mother was gone so often so she could make a better life for her after all. Yet a child’s longing, even if silent, still was there. After her younger self concluded her ‘talk’ with Sonomi’s likeness the little girl extended out her arms as though to give the paused recording a hug before once again letting it play and waved goodbye, quietly hoping she’d see her soon truly, not merely her digital shadow.

Thankfully, such memories didn’t continue forever. One day, after a long day out at work, Sonomi returned to find her daughter having fallen asleep at the wide desk in the recording room, the footage paused to an image of herself. Sonomi learned well of her daughter’s retreats to visit with her left behind likeness on the screen. The woman admonished herself harshly for what she had unknowingly done and from then on, while still busy, made sure to not be quite so scarce, at least when she could help it.

Dreaming away, Tomoyo watched as her mother appeared, shook her head with self disappointment, and scooped up Tomoyo's younger self and carried her off in her arms, whispering apologies all the while. Of course Tomoyo didn’t blame her mother for what happened. It wasn’t her fault. Being the mature young lady she was, Tomoyo knew that the lost time wasn’t done by her mother, then or now, as she was often still quite busy with work, out of spite. Still the memory that played out in her mind reminded the girl of a quietly kept sorrow, of a buried desire to have those days back. Another chance for those tender times to go a different way.

The vision ended abruptly as Tomoyo’s eyes opened slightly in a groggy haze. Suddenly the girl became aware of her eyes’ misty state, the dream making her weep while resting. Still lying down on her side she brought up a hand to dry the corners of her eyes, wiping them with the soft pink mitten secured snug around her wrist. Tomoyo’s eyes came more awake as she took in the sight of the silky hand covering. Pulling her other hand into view the girl saw it covered up as well. It was a strange thing, she didn’t recall putting such a thing on before bed the night before. Even then with how the velvety gloves were tied off she’d have needed someone else to put them on her or as it was now, to take them off again.

Tomoyo positioned herself to sit up, her fine ebony locks of hair flowing and following her movement. As she adjusted and awoke, her senses came fully too. A crinkling sound hit her ears coming from her hips and the soothing smell of baby powder filled the girl’s nose. Though her mind was already somewhat certain the girl uncovered herself from the folds of warm blankets to confirm how she was dressed. Pushing back the bedspread to her knees Tomoyo was greeted by the sight of a thick pink, plastic backed disposable diaper around her hips, adorned with patterns of princesses and unicorns. Her porcelain cheeks turned a subtle pink as her suspicions were confirmed.

“Hmm!” Tomoyo sounded off, surprised, only now realizing that the bulb of a pink plastic shielded pacifier was resting in her mouth. Blushing deeper she removed the soother from her lips, letting it dangle from a short ribbon attached to a soft purple dress she didn’t recall wearing to bed. Then again none of her ensemble would be typical sleeping wear for the young lady of the Daidouji house.

Tomoyo looked away from her padding to the rest of her room, viewing it from behind high rising bars she only now realized surrounded her bed which was now more of an oversized crib, constructed of finely carved wooden framing, fit for an infant heir to a throne but sized up to fit her more grown body. Taking a better look, the girl noticed that the bed rose higher from the floor than her usual bed would have and outside of it more items filled her room that were not there the night before. A pile of plush toys filled the far corner, a steady rocking chair occupied the other, and against the wall not far away from where Tomoyo sat behind the crib bars she spotted a large soft topped table for diaper changes, one that she guessed was very well stocked with diapers like the one she currently wore. Her room had changed while she slumbered, from the place she knew to a nursery tailored her size.

A light red color filled Tomoyo’s face as she shifted around, audible crinkling noises coming from her hips as she adjusted. As the girl mulled over her situation the sound of an infant’s giggling caught her attention. Getting up on her knees, Tomoyo's eyes scanned the room. Right away a soft glowing aura caught her eye. Floating in the air, just outside of the bars of her crib, was the magical creature Tomoyo had suspected. Looking like an infant wrapped in pink clothing and glowing was the Baby Card, out in its physical form and laughing away, quite content with the sight of the newborn dressed girl.

Tomoyo let out a sigh. Baby had caused a good deal of trouble back when she first appeared in Tomoeda. It wasn’t all that long ago that the innocent creature’s mischief saw Tomoyo, as well as Sakura Kinomoto and many of their friends, under its enchantments, warping their homes like the pink sprite had done this morning and seeing the kids all back to diapers and a need for them. Further than hypnotizing its victims into thinking that dressing like and being cared for like they toddlers was normal, Baby’s spells also affected all those around as well, ensuring that Tomoyo, Sakura, and all the others were well taken care of in the roles they thought just a part of life.

Sakura had mentioned that Baby had a habit of not being content in staying within its card form like the many other magical creatures and would occasionally materialize outward out of boredom. Usually when this happened, Baby would right away cast a puff of magic on Sakura to amuse itself, putting the magical girl back into diapers much to her dismay. Tomoyo was even around for some of these random appearances and had been sure to film the scenes with a smile on her face, thinking the sight of Sakura dressed in such a way utterly adorable.

“Baby? What are you doing here?” Tomoyo started up meekly. “Does Sakura-chan know you’re here now?”

The happily babbling pixie floated closer to the crib bars and shook her head ‘no’.

“I see.” Tomoyo said to herself. “Did you wake up and want someone to play with while Sakura-chan is away?”

Baby grinned wide and nodded with an innocent burble.

Tomoyo blushed hard at Baby’s response as she put the pieces together. Sakura had departed the day before with her father and older brother for a family trip out of town, one that would see them away for days. If Baby was out and about now then she would be until Sakura returned home as well as any magic the pixie might decide to dispense.

“Well I don’t mind playing with you of course.” Tomoyo smiled in a motherly sort of way. “But maybe we could play together without me in diapers? I’m not a baby after all.”

Baby’s face turned sour at the request as its tiny index finger thrust forward. “Baby!” She exclaimed, sending out a pink puff of magic at the girl in the crib.

Tomoyo shut her eyes as the puff enveloped her. By now she had spent enough time around magic and Baby in particular that the hypnotic effects didn’t take quite as firm a hold, but she suspected that wouldn’t be the case for those around her, or for her big girl dignities.

Before Tomoyo could attempt to sweet talk Baby further the door to her now nursery room came open, the ceiling lights on, and Baby hid away as they did. One of the estate’s maids with long straight brown hair stepped inside.

“Young Miss, breakfast is ready…” A look of confusion filled the young woman’s face as the sight of the room filled her view; of the sized up baby furniture but more so the image of her young mistress diaper clad and on her knees in the big crib. “What…?” The maid whispered to herself trying to make sense of it all. Before she could speak again the woman’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment. Closing her eyes the servant shook her head a slight before looking out once more.

“Oh, Little Miss?” The maid announced with a bright smile, the bewilderment that was there prior now gone entirely, no doubt Baby’s magic taking hold. “It’s time to begin your day.” The maid spoke as she approached the big crib. Her tone of voice had become much lighter, her words padded with extra softness as though she were addressing a proper baby.

Tomoyo watched as her attendant let down the tall bars of the crib and blushed hard as she was lifted up and taken into the woman’s arms and held close to her chest as if she were no bigger than an infant.

“Now then,” The maid cooed as she held the ebony haired girl up, balancing her weight on her arm. “Let’s check on the Little Miss first.” She smiled, probing Tomoyo’s diaper. “Uh, oh.” The woman mused in a cutesy sort of voice. “Seems I have a soggy Little Miss to take care of.” She smiled, giving Tomoyo’s thickly padded rear a couple of soft pats as she carried her over to the big changing table.

A deep red hue filled Tomoyo’s face as she realized the truth of the maid’s words. She wasn’t just a bit wet either. Without knowing it at all the girl had left the diaper around her waist utterly soaked, leaving no doubt of the effect the magic had on her. Tomoyo felt herself laid down on the cushy padded tabletop, her eyes wincing a bit as she felt just how damp the diaper on her was.

“Aww, I know Little Miss, but we’ll take care of that yucky diaper right away, just be good for me.” The maid cooed as she gently guided the girl to lay down before pulling the table’s strap across her stomach, securing her down safely.

Tomoyo’s cheeks burned, all too aware that she was about to get a diaper change at her age. She knew that her attendant couldn’t help but see her as a little one in need of care, to see this as normal thanks to the magic as the maid hiked up her short dress. Still, all the exposure to magic left Tomoyo fully understanding of the embarrassing oddity of her treatment. “Umm, ma’am?” The girl spoke quietly. “I’m really ok, I don’t need to be…cared for like this…” Her cheeks glowed softly as her words danced around any specific words.

Already the maid was opening the table side drawers, fetching out wipes, baby powder, and a fresh diaper covered in prints of nursery images in soft pastel colors; a stroller, a mobile, toys, and pacifiers. “These ones are cute. Don’t you think so, Little Miss?” The woman smiled bright as held the folded padding up.

“It’s pretty cute…” Tomoyo blushed. Certainly she would much rather see the infant wear of Sakura than be taped up in it herself. “But I don’t need to wear that…” She muttered as she looked away from the diaper and tested her movement under the safety strap’s hold.

“Let’s take care of the baby.” The maid cooed warmly as she reached forward, untaped the soggy diaper on the girl, and got to work cleaning her up.

Tomoyo’s face turned crimson as her legs were maneuvered as needed by the woman as cold wipes did their job. “But I’m not a baby…” She meekly objected. Tomoyo pulled her hands to her face while her hips squirmed against her will as she was cared for.

“Aww, that’s right Little Miss, you’re the baby.” The maid beamed, apparently only hearing part of her charge’s words at all. The woman lifted her mistress up by her ankles like a baby, slid away the used diaper, unfolded the new one, and gently slid it into place under her naked behind. “Almost done, Little Miss.” She said as she took up the bottle of baby powder.

Even if her servant couldn’t help but see this as normal, Tomoyo couldn’t help but blush deeply as she watched her lower half hoisted up and felt the soft greeting of the baby powder. At least the last time she had fallen victim to Baby’s spell she too was hypnotized and didn’t process just how humiliating it was to be cared for in such a way at her age.

Laying her charge down the woman’s hands pulled each side of the diaper together, fastening each of the tapes snug before nodding to herself on the work she did. “There. All done.” She smiled before taking the old diaper and tossing it away in a nearby pail.

Tomoyo’s hips and legs shifted about as she tested the firm hold of the diaper, hearing the sounds of subtle crinkles and rustles with every move. “Th-thank you.” She offered with a frown trying to at least be polite despite feeling completely mortified.

“Aww, such a sour face for my Little Miss.” The woman shook her head. “But don’t you worry,” She spoke softly as she came around the side of the table next to where Tomoyo’s hips rested. “I know just the cure for that.” The maid reached down and took up the girl’s short dress hem, hiking it up further to past her belly button. “Let’s make a happy baby out of the Little Miss.” She giggled before leaning in close to the girl, putting her lips to her tummy, and blowing a wet raspberry into her.

Right away Tomoyo burst into laughter as she shut her eyes and blushed. “Ah! Hehehehe! Ha ha ha!” Her legs squirmed wildly about and she wiggled frantically, still held fast by the table strap.

“Oh? Is that a happy baby I hear?” The maid’s smile went from ear to ear as she pulled away for a moment from the girl’s stomach. “Better make sure. We wouldn’t want a grumpy Little Miss, would we?” She chuckled before putting her lips back to Tomoyo’s belly and blowing another loud raspberry.

Tomoyo floundered and giggled loudly, her eyes becoming wet with tears of laughter as the noise of her fresh diaper sounded off plenty with her movement.

“Is my Little Miss a happy baby?” The woman asked before blowing again.

“Y-yes! I am!” Tomoyo bellowed out between giggles, her legs flailing wildly.

“Can you be a big girl and use your words? Can you say you’re a happy baby?” The maid cooed happily before blowing another wet kiss to the girl’s tummy.

Tomoyo twisted around in her giggle fit as she gathered her voice. “I’m a happy baby!”

“Aww, that’s wonderful to hear, Little Miss.” The maid cooed as she stood upright again and unstrapped the girl from the table’s grip.

Tomoyo caught her breath as she pulled her dress down over her midriff. Looking off to the side she could see that two more maids had entered the room and were letting out sighs of ‘aww’ at her, no doubt having watched her tickling.

“Alright Little Miss,” The first maid said as she helped her down from the table to the floor. “Time to get you all dressed for the day.”

“That’s ok,” Tomoyo quietly objected, already having her arms lifted and her night dress removed as she spoke. “I can do it…” She said but was clearly ignored as the trio got to work picking her outfit, brushing her hair, and dressing her without a shred of agency to call her own. In short fashion the servants were done with their task and all let out their own comments of how adorable they thought their young mistress was.

“Come along, Little Miss.” The original maid took Tomoyo by the hand and led her to a full length mirror, one of the few hold outs from her original room. “You look just precious.”

Reflected in the tall glass was an image of herself that made Tomoyo gasp quietly and her cheeks to go red; she seemed almost to be a totally different girl. Her long ebony locks of hair had been lovingly brushed and tied into two pigtails done up by a pair of deep purple bows. Gone was her sleepwear, replaced by a short sleeved white undershirt and short hemmed blue pinafore dress that ran down to just barely below her hips in length, just barely covering the diaper she had been changed into. The soft mittens had been removed letting her hands free with a duo of pink scrunchies decorating her wrists. On her legs she wore high rise socks that frilled at the tops and a pair of mary jane shoes held to her feet by velcro straps.

Tomoyo took a moment to look over the girl she saw in the mirror before quietly muttering aloud. “C-cute…” A comment she truly meant but couldn’t help but wish the ensemble was on someone else. “But…” She whispered, tugging at her high rising dress hem to cover herself more, immediately feeling it rise up a bit in the back as she was all too aware her padded rear and the infantile prints on it were on prominent display as she did. Tomoyo’s cheeks felt warm as she let go of the dress’s front and let her modesty be hidden once more.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so short…” Tomoyo blushed, muttering quietly to herself. She wiggled with an audible crinkle to her movement, shifted from side to side catching little peeks of her diaper greeting her, and twirled once getting a full view of her padding and the white frilled underskirt of her dress. Truly any movement was likely to show off her infantile underwear, much to her deep embarrassment.

Behind her the trio of maids watched, each letting out happy sighs and giggles as they watched their young mistress examine herself. As they looked on, another staffer made her way into the room carrying a baby bottle that was bigger than a typical sized one full of finely crafted baby formula.

“It’s past time for the little miss to have her formula.” The new woman announced.

“That’s right, we got so caught up that we forgot.” The brown haired maid laughed as she took the baby bottle in hand. “Oh Little Miss?”

Tomoyo’s attention changed from her reflection to the women behind her. Right away she spotted the baby bottle and knew what to expect. When her servant approached and offered her hand Tomoyo took it without a fuss, she knew that she wouldn’t win in any event. Tomoyo toddled along in her caretaker’s grip, feeling the bulk between her legs as she went. Under the maid’s guidance she was taken to the big rocking chair, scooped off her feet, and settled down into the woman’s lap, her back supported as the girl was cradled in her caretaker’s left arm.

“It’s time for your baba. Open up sweetheart.” The smiling woman sweetly requested.

Tomoyo’s expression was cherry red as she did like she was asked. “A-ah…” She opened her mouth slightly as she anxiously awaited the bottle tip. With an approving ‘aww’ from the maid the rubber nipple slipped into the girl’s lips. Tomoyo gave a cautious suckle, getting a taste of the sweet mix for her troubles. Thanks to the care that her estate’s chefs gave to her drink the girl hummed happily at the taste and began to steadily nurse, trying her best to ignore the swooning of the other maids as they observed her take in the liquid meal.

“Such a good girl, drink it all up now.” The maid encouraged.

Seconds ticked by as Tomoyo drank and despite feeling flustered as could be she also felt a feeling of ease mixed in as she felt so very little. She closed her eyes and sipped without haste letting herself feel the subtle rocking of the chair as s he listened to her caretaker hum a soothing melody as she suckled down every last drop.

“Very good Little Miss, you made a happy baba. Good job.” The maid praised her charge as she pulled away the bottle and set it aside. Her steady hands shifted Tomoyo up from her lap to hold her against her chest as she patted the girl’s back gently.

“Uup.” Tomoyo uttered involuntarily.

“There we go, that’s good.”

Tomoyo leaned in close to the maid, her eyes shut tight, blushing brightly as she realized she had been burped as though she were a newborn baby girl again.

“Aww, we have such a sweet young mistress.” The maid stated as she stood up with Tomoyo held in her arms, the others giving replies of agreement as she did. “Let’s take her to the play area, a baby needs lots of play time after all.”

Tomoyo held fast as the maid stood up and began carrying her out of her room turned nursery. As she was escorted out the girl’s violet eyes looked over her caretaker’s shoulder looking for any sign of Baby. Sadly, even if the fairy infant were still there, Tomoyo was whisked away too swiftly from the room to notice. As she was spirited along her eyes caught a look at the door to one of the estate’s bathrooms blushing hard as they passed it by.