Riolu Martin's Point of View

At the moment we are on our way out of the shops. Anastasia is so annoying, I didn't want her to buy me those things, but she does. It is not like I am going to be bored anytime soon, without them either, I have this new body to get used to. It is not like I know how much 45'000 Poke is, hopefully it is not a lot of money, and even if it is based off the Japanese Yen, I don't know the exchange rate.

Then there is the whole shitting myself thing, why does it bother me as much as it does. I know I hate doing it, but why am I crying my eyes out over it. Anastasia even wiped my nose as it was running, because I got so worked up. I even felt the urge to suck my thumb, very tempting by the way, it took way too much willpower not to, I will probably do it later. This body is such a pain, my emotions are so unstable and when there is a large group it is worse. The feeling of it mushing into my fur, getting between all of it, dry shit sticking to it, knowing it is something babyish and I shouldn't be doing it.

Aren't I considered a baby, I am expected to poop myself, right? Aaaaahhh, is it just something I should accept? It might make me feel a bit better, leaning more into this babyish side. If that is all I need to do to stop balling my eyes out each time I shit myself, I will. Anastasia is right, at the very least I will have to poop myself sometimes, but I should at least still try to go to the toilet. No not myself, my diaper, remember that.

I still haven't got over the feeling of wearing diapers all the time either. As a human I never wore them for multiple days at a time. The crinkling, soft, thick padding between my legs, and the warmth every time I pee. I can't think about it anymore, my little guy is growing a bit too much, I can't blow off stream here.

As for not being able to feel others' emotions, it is so unsettling, I know I haven't even been a Pokemon for a day. I didn't even notice, it has become an important part of who I am, I crave them. If my normal barrier is like a pane of glass, this is a solid concrete wall. No emotions get in or out and it withstands a lot more pressure. My normal barrier would have collapsed earlier, this one didn't. Seeing that Pokeball scared me too, why was it the fear of the unknown? I didn't even mean to say that bit about being in a Pokeball, is like having this solid barrier up. Although I know in my heart it is right, I haven't even experienced that yet.

There are so many more questions I want answered, although I have very few outlets, guess Anastasia is my only choice. Make this feel natural, please.

"Anastasia, why are there so few Pokemon working at the shops here?"

She looks down at me with a warm smile.

"Remember what I said about the orphanages yesterday?"

"Yeah?"

"There aren't very many of us Pokemon that fall into the second group, we are the minority, most that live with humans fall into the third. Even amongst those of us in the second group, only those with hands can work many of these jobs. Pokemon with no hands have their job opportunities limited. The job has to fit their body type."

"Ok, are there Pokemon who can't speak common or sign?"

"Plenty of them, some don't have paws of hand so they can't sign and many more that can't make the right sounds. Some are also just not smart enough to learn either."

"Are any of them treated like us?"

"Not that I am aware of, there might be in other regions. It makes it difficult for them to communicate, so I don't think it would be possible."

We get to the car at this point as Anastasia starts to load the car, unfortunately I am too small to help.

"Why can't humans speak or understand common?"

"Well, humans can't speak common as they can't make the right sounds. Pokemon common was made so as many of us could speak it as possible. As for understanding it, some do, but many opt to learn sign language instead. It is easier and is compulsory in schools, it also doubles as a way to communicate with deaf humans."

Anastasia pulls me out of the trolley, putting me down, I climb into the car and buckle myself in, much to her surprise.

"Aren't you a little smart one, doing that all by yourself? Who's my smart little boy?"

There's that high pitched babyish talk again. Sighing I say

"I hate it when Rebecca does that, can you please not?"

"O, does it really bother you that much? I guess I will have to try and make my Mr Grumpy pants happy some other way else."

A one way tickle fight ensues, damn her longer arms give her the advantage. I try to squirm away, laughing uncontrollably, but the buckles keep me in place. I try to clumsily knock her hands away as she is laughing a bit too. Eventually my torment ends.

"I surrender, I surrender."

"There is my happy little guy, are you feeling better? You're pretty cranky there."

"A little better, would have appreciated not getting tickled to death."

"That is nice, as for stopping the cutesy voice. I will lessen the amount I use it and try to do it when you are in the right mood."

"Well it is a start at least."

The car ride on the way home is quiet, Rebecca starts to carry the stuff inside and stops me from trying to help.

"I don't mind you helping with putting the stuff away, but these are probably a bit too big for you."

"I can lift them though."

I say, as I pick up one of the bags.

"I didn't say they were too heavy, I know you are my strong little man, but how are you going to see it like that? I don't want you tripping, you aren't the steadiest on your feet yet. Don't say you are, I saw you stumbling over your feet yesterday a bit."

The bag is blocking my view a bit, although I can see fine and as for me being unsteady on my feet, she is not wrong.

"Fine, I will help pack it away."

"Don't drag over a chair either, don't want you damaging my floors, let me do that."

"Aaaahh, okay."

I say as I walk in the door. Anastasia brings over a chair. I start to put the food out of the bags and on the counter as she brings in the rest of the stuff. I don't know where most of the stuff goes, so I just try to group them up the best I can. Once she is done bringing the food in, we put the stuff away. I know overall I slowed her down, but it is nice to contribute at least a little. It makes me feel like I have some sense of control, something I have been lacking in this body. I know some people from the ABDL community like the lack of control, leaving everything to their carer, being a true helpless baby. Me on the other hand only liked to wear diapers, little more than that, I didn't enjoy the more infantile stuff. This body might have changed some of that, but we will have to see.

Anastasia has been a great carer, kind, warm and motherly. She has even adapted to what I am assuming would be an unusual child by her standards. Why can't I, O that is right. I weaken my emotional barrier, she is feeling content little more than that. We finish putting the stuff away.

"So what does my little man want for lunch, you must be hungry?"

That right it is a bit past 12am now, looking at the microwave clock. Not feeling particularly hungry, anything will do.

"I don't mind whatever you are having."

"You like fruit, do you?"

"I do."

"Well I know what to make you for lunch. How about you go play with your new toys, I am sure you will enjoy them. They are just in the lounge room on the carpet."

"Ok."

My eyes widened, this box of Lego is even bigger than I thought it was. When we were in the shops I was too upset to be paying much attention, I just pointed at something I thought I would not hate playing with. It is taller than me, not by much, at least double my height in length, and I am not sure if I could even move it easily. Ripping out the outer plastic and opening up the box, I also cry at the sight. There are just piles, upon piles of Lego bricks, a number of base plates, several servo motors and a bunch of non-standard pieces. It is actually separated into two sides, one with more standard Lego bricks takes up about 3/5 of the box and the rest is Lego Technic, how much was this?

Lego Technic is not cheap and this is no small amount of it either. Why didn't I pay more attention, at least the colouring set she got me doesn't appear to be too expensive. No, don't worry about it, she said she will not buy me anything else unless I ask for it. I am the one in control here, there is no need for more money to be wasted. I will just have to make the most of this, show her that I am thankful for her kindness. The Lego Technic is probably the best thing I could have asked for, it is the most design intensive thing I could get at my age. No this is far beyond what a young kid should have.

Why did she say yes, with no questions. The colouring in set is more suited for me, I am not even sure how old I am compared to a human. I am what 3 at most probably less. I still have little control over my bodily functions. Lego Technic is something I would enjoy as an adult, I can't think of any reasonable explanation. My train of thought is interrupted.

"Martin, it is time for lunch." Rebecca calls from across the room.

"Ok, coming."

Delphox Anastasia's point of view

Martin just stands there, while I make lunch, he is going through a number of different emotions looking inside that 10kg box of Lego. He was not paying much attention when he picked it out, now did he? That was by far the most expensive thing I have bought for him so far, even out doing the little gym set I got for him. It is going to be so cute to see him use it.

I just hope he doesn't ask me to take it back. Clearly he loves it, I can tell just by how he is looking over all of it. It would be unsuitable for any other kid his age, they would just try to put the pieces in their mouth, but he wouldn't, he is smart I just know it. Also Rebecca please forgive me for how much money I have spent in this past day. Working only part-time means I don't earn as much as I could, but it still pays very well. It is not like we are hurting for money, almost a week worth of pay (79'000 Poke, everything costing about 70'000 Poke) disappearing is not the biggest deal.

Who does most of the housework after all, that is a full-time job in itself. I just make him what I did yesterday, a sandwich and fruit, simple yet healthy. Calling him over, he sits up at the table and starts eating. After finishing, he gets off the chair and hugs my leg.

"Thank you, you didn't have to buy that for me, didn't even realise how big it was. This is the best thing I could have asked for, I don't know how I will repay you."

His emotions are so powerful, I can feel them affecting me. Is this on purpose? I just return the hug, I am so happy he likes it.

"There is no need, these are for you, because I wanted to buy them for you. I hope you enjoy your time here, even after you go home you can take them with you."

His face saddens upon hearing that last bit, did I say something I shouldn't have?

"I had been."

He stops, wanting to tell me something, but doesn't. What is bothering him so much, it is gnawing away at him. Even if I don't know, I have it to make him feel better. I pat his head lightly.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, take it at your own pace."

"You're too kind, I don't deserve you."

"No you do, you are the kindest boy I know, you deserve to be happy."

He starts crying into my leg at this point. I pick up and dry his tears.

"You're a bit tired aren't you? I think you should have a rest, so you can continue to play after ok?"

"Not really tired, but will do it for you."

I cradle him in my arms, as I take him to my room. His emotional barrier collapses, I can feel every slight change, it is beautiful. Before I put him down on my bed he asks.

"Can you please hold me like this till I fall asleep, it feels so nice."

There are still things I have to do, but this closeness is amazing.

"Of course I will, sweetie."

I sit down on the bed and start humming. He closes his eyes, sucking his thumb, and after a bit he is off in dreamland. That is probably the most infantile thing I have seen him do, besides wearing diapers of course. It felt like I was actually holding a baby then and not some genius or whatever he is.

Placing him on my bed I grab the bedding from his bed and put it in the wash. I then proceed to do a bit more housework, taking care of him is going to take up a lot of my time. After about an hour and half I feel pleasure emitting from my room again, you cheeky little fella. It is exciting me a little as well, I haven't indulged in awhile. Too bad he is here, all my toys are in my room, wait he would understand wouldn't he. If I told him I wanted a bit of alone time he would know what that means. Or I could just do it while he plays outside, it is not like it takes me hours.

The feelings from my room grow weaker as he builds his emotional barrier, what caused that? I hear the doorbell that must be the delivery, better deal with that first. A Machoke, wearing a shirt with a company logo on it, is at the door.

"Greetings, is this the residence of Rebecca Takara, we have a package in her name."

"Yes, it is good you are here, if you could just set it up out back please?"

"Yeah sure, after all that is what you paid for." he says in a tired voice

"Busy day?"

"Ha not really, shouldn't really say it, but you know how humans can be. It is nice to have one of my own answer the door, is it for your little boy or something?"

"Yes it is for a little Riolu, as for humans there are kind ones out there not all of them are rude."

"A Riolu, really they are rare around here, is he the one that showed up on the Pokemon Rehabilitation Centre's Chatot page? (Twitter)."

"Yeah, unfortunately I can't say anymore as it is under police investigation, I am just trying to make him comfortable. The side gate is unlocked, you can use that."

"Fair, if you need any help with the little guy just ask me or one of the guys down at the gym on Egret street. We are there most afternoons after work. Kenji, by the way."

"Anastasia, nice to meet you."

I shake his hand and then go off to deal with Martin. By the time I get to the hallway, he is already walking out the door.

"Anastasia, my diaper is wet, can you please change me?"

He is rubbing his eyes.

"Of course I can."

I change his diaper and then have him follow me to the back porch, where Kenji is setting up Martin's little gym. Surprise runs across his face.

"I thought you said you were going to only get me a few weights, this is too much."

"It is alright this is my last gift to you for a while, I know you will make good use of it."

"That doesn't change anything, this is too much money."

Kenji interrupts Martin speaking, kneeling down to his level and as he does, Martin hides behind my leg.

"Pup I don't expect you to listen to a stranger, but she clearly cares for you. Having this is better than using tree branches, rocks or something else, you are less likely to hurt yourself. I am sure you already know how much us fighting types crave exercise, it is part of who we are. I am a little surprised someone of your age has even a basic concept of money. Anyway it is probably not as expensive as you think it is, it was brought on sale after all."

Kenji wicks at him. Martin just stares, without moving, he is really slow to trust isn't he. As Kenji is about to finish putting it all together Martin speaks a single word.

"Understand."

Kenji glances at him, acknowledging what he said.

"Enjoy the rest of your day, I have other deliveries to do."

I say bye, as he leaves us to ourselves.

"Why was that Machoke wearing clothes, I thought us Pokemon normally didn't?"

"That was because it was a company shirt, he needs to wear it for his job and you are right normally most Pokemon don't wear clothes. There is no need, we are not expected to and most find them uncomfortable. We will only wear them for practical reasons, like if it is too cold, for example the jumpers that Samantha bought for you. Another reason is because a lot of that stuff has to be custom made, so it is expensive. If a Pokemon wants to show off their wealth or status we prefer embroidered capes and jewellery. Although some species do like to wear clothes, mainly those lacking fur like Machoke."

Martin must have lost interest as he is just staring at the gym set, with longing in his eyes. I say.

"Go on, I know you want to try it."

He walks up to the bench and looks over the weight and the bars. It is all made for slightly bigger Pokemon (around 70-80 cm), but he will grow into it. There are two dumbbell bars and a bench press bar. The weights consist of four 2kg, four 5kg, two 10kg and two 15kg weights. With the weight of the bench press bar, (8kg) the most he could reliably lift with this setup is 68kg. Unfortunately it can't safely fit any more weights on it.

"Again today you have done, more than you had too, I don't know what to say."

"Simply enjoying yourself is enough for me. Do you know how to use all of this stuff?"

"Yeah, I do, Prince has shown me."

"If that is the case, I have something I want to do in my room, please don't follow me. You can use the dumbbells but not the bigger one, I don't want you hurting yourself. I want to be nearby when you use it just in case something goes wrong."

"No need to worry about me hurting myself, the two bits here will stop the bench press bar falling on me if I drop it."

He is pointing to two metal bars sticking out parallel to the bench and just above it. Hooks at the end of the bars, would stop it from rolling on top of him.

"Yes they are there but I want to be safe, I will leave the door slightly open so you can come in and out freely."

"Ok, enjoy your alone time. I know I have been causing you stress."

I pretend that I didn't hear him and head off to my room, he is way too smart at times. I pull my stick out of my tail, put it next to the bed and grab a few of my toys out of the middle bedside drawer. I should make things quick today as I don't have much time, and can't let Martin get into too much trouble.

I pull back my long robe like fur, that runs from my wrist. My legs are covered in thinner red fur that very few people get to see, with only my feet and hands lacking fur. It makes going to the toilet a bit of a pain, cutting it back all the time is the worst and humans expect me to look this way, such a pain. Starting it slow, my fingers run along the inner lips of the vagina and up to the clitoris. Slowly rubbing backwards and forth, until I start to get wet. It is time to move in. The texture is smooth, wet, and warm, at least I have learnt to not make the mistake of not tipping my nails. The movements start slow, getting faster over time, curling my fingers in just the right spot. Pleasure runs through me, my muscles spasm closing tightly around my fingers, they don't last very long. Mourning escapes my mouth.

After a few orgasms, I move on to my favourite toy, a pink vibrator in the shape of a dick. A little on the small size, but that is not what makes it so great. I insert it, the plastic is hard and cold to the touch, then I turn it on. Vibrations run through my entire body, it pulses in varying strengths over time. Up and down, slowly moving it along the walls of my vagina. I move my hands to my boobs and start feeling them. The top and sides are soft, and moving to the underside I can feel the muscle that is not covered by fat.

I enjoy squeezing them, the feeling of firmness of the muscles under the fat is great. Moving onto the nipples really just depends on the day, sometimes it is great, other times they are too sensitive. When I am in heat, good luck, they are just too tender. After one final orgasm I call it a day. Since I only used one toy, clean up should be easy. It has only been 17 minutes, it feels like so much longer.

I have had actual sex before, but it is not something I enjoy as much, mainly because of all the hoops I have to jump through. It can be a pain to find a suitable partner, any quadrupeds are not viable and then I only want a Pokemon outside of my egg group, no chance of unwanted accidents then.

Too bad fucking a human is still a crime, at least in Kanto and most other regions I know of. Those males are honer than any Pokemon in rut (even though not all of them go through it). It is not like they can get most of us pregnant any way, only an unlikely few get that pleasure. Us Pokemon are just too far removed these days, humans have not interbred with Pokemon widely in a long time.

I hear a crash come from outside, please don't tell me you have hurt yourself. Luckily I have finished cleaning up, putting my toys away quickly I rush outside. I can't hear him crying so he must not have hurt himself too much.

Riolu Martin's Point of View

Why must you be so kind, this gym is perfect. I start by putting the four 2kg weights onto the two dumbbells, being careful to make sure the pins are in place, let's see how this feels. The bars themselves are about 2kgs so it is 6kg in each arm. My injured left arm doesn't hurt right now like yesterday, but I shouldn't push it, once it starts I should stop. I focus primarily on my right arm, the weaker of the two as a human, 6kgs feels like a good starting point. Heavy enough that I don't need to do a large number of reps, after about 50 I stop and do half on my other arm.

I was not a gym junkie as a human, I was not even that muscular, but feeling the slight burn in my right arm is addicting. Then I start on my legs, I will focus on my arms more once Anastasia has finished her me time, lets see how fast I can move. Sprinting from one side of the yard to the other I don't feel much faster than yesterday. I want to push myself, faster, faster, and feel that burn. A rush of power moves to my legs, from all over my body, as I move way faster than I thought possible.

I trip, then roll crashing into the fence, I rub my head. That hurt way less than I thought it would. Looking around I see a small indent in the ground, maybe 40 metres away, a little bit over halfway across the yard from me. How did I move that fast, it felt like a split second. Anastasia rushes out from the backdoor over to me, and starts wiping the dirt off me.

"Are you ok, what happened?"

"Not hurt, just tripped, moved a lot faster than I thought I could."

I stand up brushing myself off. My diaper is still on, a little scuffed but still usable, what the fuck are these tapes made from? Anastasia looks at me confused.

"That was probably Lightning Speed, haven't you used it before?"

Wait is that meant to be the name of a move, did I just use a move without realising it. That would explain the unnatural burst of speed. I don't recognise the name, it must have been Quick Attack or Agility maybe?

"No, don't know that name, do you mean Quick Attack?"

Anastasia pauses for a moment.

"That must be what they call it in Unova. Have you ever used Chi before? You might know it as White Energy or Power."

"Not sure, what does it feel like?"

"It differs from move to move, but the most basic moves just feel like a rush of water running through our body to a single point then it is released. More complex moves require more delicate control of Chi."

"I think I have, but never like that, only when I am trying to sense others' Auras."

As I point to the black things on the side of my head.

"You were never taught this fundamental either, you are so strange."

I managed to catch Anastasia say, under her breath. I ignore it, she continues.

"Would you like me to try and teach you how to better control your Chi? I have a bit of free time."

I notice my tail move between my legs, unintentionally adverting my eyes from her, as I sway slightly from side to side. My voice is unusually quiet.

"Only if you want to."

"Ok lets go sit down, we have to teach you how to feel Chi first."

We move to the back porch where we both sit on the floor.

"I want to teach you the way my mum did, but that will be a bit hard given you don't like others being in your mind. So let's try something I saw while researching Lucarioes online."

She moves her hands to the black things on the side of my head.

"They have a few different names, but we will go with Aura feelers for now. You already know what it feels like when Chi runs through your body. I want you to repeat that process a few times, until you can feel the Chi just sitting in your body. Try focusing on others' emotions around you."

Closing my eyes, I can easily shift my focus from one person's emotions to another. I can feel the movement of Chi, but trying to feel it when it is not moving is much harder. A few minutes pass.

"Any luck?" Anastasia asked

"No, I can feel it while it is moving, but that is it."

"It might be easier for you to feel another Pokemon's Chi that is of a different type to yours. Chi all starts off the save, but a majority of it becomes the type which are most similar to. My being fire and psychic. That is why we have an easier time using moves that correspond to our type and Chi's base state normal."

She moves my hand to just above her stomach.

"This is where my flame pouch is, a lot of fire type Chi naturally pools here. Focus on its feeling as I use Ember."

She pulls her stick out of her tail as she breathes a small flame out onto it. Chi starts in her flame pouch and moves to her throat and then is released. There is a small amount of Chi now running up her arm that is sustaining the fire. As she lets the flame go out, I can feel the Chi start to settle and if I concentrate I can barely feel it. It is a different feeling to the heat that permeates her body, it is less energetic and doesn't have the same destructive force yet. There is even a fainter feeling under all of that it feels pure.

"I can feel it."

"Now try to feel your own, it will be different but the base feeling will be the same. Your fighting type Chi should be more spread out which will make it a bit harder to feel."

I am still having little luck, even when I try to focus on a single point in my body. Wait there is something, it is that pure feeling. It is not very strong and only a small amount of it, there are vast oceans of energy in between them. That vast ocean is my fighting type Chi, it is in every corner of my body, how did I not feel it before. I lift up my face with the widest grin on my face

"Got it."

She smiles back.

"That is good now let's move onto the next part, conscious control over your Chi. Don't be disheartened if it doesn't work. Some Pokemon just can't get the feeling and need to learn moves based off instinct. Try and use Lightning Speed again, but this time on purpose. Control the flow of energy."

"Ok."

I start sprinting back and forth trying to get energy to gather in my legs to release it, but after 20 minutes I start to lose my patience. I just can't get it to flow how I want to.

"Why is this so hard?"

Anastasia comes over to comfort me.

"It's alright, I didn't get it right on my first time either. Just being able to feel Chi is a big step."

"Yeah, but shouldn't I know this at my age."

I stop my foot on the ground in my anger, as I feel the release of fighting type Chi. I just get even more frustrated.

"No one tried to teach you, did they?"

"No."

"Well that does explain a few things, it is true someone your age should know a few basic moves. If no one teaches you, that makes things harder. Do you want to come back to this later?"

"Yeah, I will just exercise a bit more."

With that, I move on to push ups, sit-ups and more of the same stuff I did yesterday. Until I finally build up a bit of my shattered self confidence to try weight lifting. Hopefully this is not as big of a failure. I let Anastasia know so she could out and watch, not sure what she has been up to this entire time. This was just to satisfy her and so she doesn't have to worry about me as much.

Even just lifting the bar with two 2kg weights on it, is a little tiring after all of that. I can barely manage to lift the bar with two 5kg weights, but I don't do any reps as my left arm starts to hurt again. Anastasia after this changes the bandage on my left arm, it has not reopened this time and comes off easily. It was about 3:30pm as we came out of the hallway. Rebecca has just come home and greets us.

Anastasia and Rebecca move to the Kitchen as I start to play with my Lego. I don't quite catch what Rebecca says about the Lego, but Anastasia defends her decision. It doesn't become a fight or anything, but Rebecca is clearly a bit upset. I walk over signing.

"What is wrong, why Rebecca sad."

"It is nothing, you have to worry about it is just grown up talking." says Rebecca

I stamp my foot, shouting.

"I am not just some dumb little kid, I can understand this type of stuff if you example."

Rebecca was shocked, she didn't understand me, but got the general idea. Anastasia bends down to my eye level. Both saying in my direction and signing in Rebecca's.

"It is ok, it was just a little disagreement over how I spent my money and if the toys were appropriate for you. It is ok now we have come to an agreement."

"I told you I didn't want you spending so much money on me. I love what you have brought, but if it makes you two fight it is not worth it."

I say and sign like Anastasia so we can all understand each other. Rebecca speaks up.

"It is like Anastasia said we have come to an agreement there is nothing to worry about."

I see I am not going to change the outcome so I just concede.

"Ok, that is fine I guess."

I feel that familiar pressure in my bowels and I clench them. I am not pooping my diaper this time. I say in a slightly panicked voice.

"Anastasia I have to poo, can I please go to the toilet?"

She immediately jumps into action grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hallway.

"Of course, let's prove you are a big boy."

She grabs the toilet seat insert and puts it on the toilet, grabs a little pair of plastic steps I never noticed.

"Do you want help getting your diaper off, or do you want to do it yourself."

"I will."

I undo the taps, as my wet diaper drops to the floor. I still can't tell when I pee myself, it is a little disappointing. I climb up onto the toilet and stop clenching and start pushing. The poop slides out of my anus into the toilet with a little splash and much to my surprise I pee a little as well. A sense of pride runs through me, as I finally go to the toilet for the first time in this body.

Anastasia and Rebecca congratulate me, in that high pitched baby voice as I feel even more giddy. It doesn't bother me as much this time. Anastasia helps wipe me bum, I just let her, even though I could have done it myself. Then I am put into a fresh clean diaper, it is always the best feeling. That feeling of safety and comfort knowing I will not have any accidents, while wearing them. From there I head out to play with my Lego, with a bounce in my step.