Roxie's New Perspective (Private with theJozza)

As they strolled out of the building, Roxie looked back toward the figure she now happily called her mother, Deborah, a Gothitelle.

"So, mom, where were you thinking we should go for lunch?" Roxie asked, humming showtunes in her stroller.

[theJozza]

“Well Mommy’s in the mood for a club sandwich,” Deborah replies as they come to their car. Deborah opens the trunk, lifts Roxie out of her carriage, and uses psychic yo lift the carriage into the trunk. “But first does my little dancer need a diapey change?” She coos as she sets Roxie on the lip of the trunk and checks her diaper.

"I'm fine, I didn't eat breakfast, remember, I was talking to my friends," Roxie said, "I'd like to say now that I should have thanked you for the phone when you gave it to me... I've been an ungrateful brat, haven't I?"

[theJozza]

"Oh you're welcome sweetie, and don't talk like that," Deborah coos, patting the girl's head. "After all, mommy wasn't exactly innocent herself remember? However, you might not have eaten," she squeezes Roxie's diaper with a squish, "but you did have that bottle on the drive here remember?" She says with a chuckle.

"EEP!" Roxie exclaimed, her face suddenly turning red. It felt weird to actually acknowledge what was happening, instead of just complaining so hard that you forgot what was going on.

[theJozza]

Deborah chuckles a bit at her daughter's reaction, while gently pushing her back into the trunk. "Don't worry Roxie," she says, while using psychic to lift a diaper bag from her stroller. "Just hold your dress for mommy and she'll get you nice and dry in a jiffy." She pushes the girl's skirt up and start bringing out changing supplies.

"Is there a rest-stop nearby, by chance? I have no love for having my #$%& seen in public," Roxie said, suddenly noticing the noise that her clip-on pacifier made when she tried to say #$%&- Or even think about saying it, "What kind of pacifier is this? I think I accidentally pressed some button on the guard, is it linked to my brain!?"

[theJozza]

"Not exactly..." Deborah says, with a sly smile as she untapes Roxie's diaper and starts wiping her clean. "Rather it's infused with psychic vibrations so it can sense whenever you're about to say a word that Daddy and I don't approve of, and it creates enough vocal static to drown it out." She says as she lifts Roxie up to remove her wet diaper, which she folds into a ball with the used wipes.

"Well I could curse earlier, during that thing with Samantha," Roxie said, still embarrassed by what was currently going on, trying to look away from giggling onlookers, easily seeing the woman's raised legs, "And I was doing it on call, I even said #$%&- OW! IT HURTS WORSE THE MORE I THINK IT!... anyway, where was I... yeah, I said #- That thing many times on call earlier, how come I can't just now?"

[theJozza]

"Because mommy set it up to only switch on when you're outside," Deborah says as she slips the fresh diaper beneath Roxie's rear. "After all Daddy and I understand it will take time for you to work through using nasty language, so we thought we would just start out in public." She says while starting to sprinkle her with powder.