Three Wishes

“Do you think we should tell Isabella?”

It was the question Lydia expected to be on everyone’s mind, but, by the look on her other friends’ faces, she was sorely mistaken about that. “I mean, when are we ever going to get an opportunity like this again?” Lydia shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable, wishing she’d just kept her mouth shut.

“Like she needs any more opportunities,” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “She’ll be fine.”

“Besides,” Yazmin piped up, “What would she even wish for? And are you going to give up your wish for her?”

It wasn’t a bad point, Lydia had to admit… It seemed like all Isabella did was talk about all the wonderful things that fell into her lap. She probably wouldn’t have believed them even if they’d Facetimed her right then, anyway. And Lydia didn’t particularly want to throw away her own chance to ask for something. “All right,” Lydia caved, “We won’t. Now… Who’s going first?”

“I’ll decide that,” he said, and, with a snap of his fingers, he was gone in a puff of smoke, taking Yazmin with him.

“Oh!” Yazmin gasped, her head spinning as she stared around at the luxurious room she’d been transported to, covered in gold, and pillows to sit on. After finding a lamp at a thrift store, and accidentally summoning a strange man from inside it while trying to get a seflie with it, it had been hard to deny that he must be a genie, but this sealed it.

Yazmin had found the lamp, and, as much as she loved her friends, she kind of regretted that she’d been shopping with them that day, that they’d seen her talking to him and butted in. He had only three wishes to grant, he claimed, and then he and his lamp would vanish, off to some other corner of the world… She could have had all three to herself if they hadn’t been around.

“All right,” the genie sat on one of the pillows, crossing his legs. “What do you want?”

Yazmin looked around, wishing her friends were there with her. If they were all together, maybe they could have coordinated something, worked together to get something awesome for all of them… Now, she had no way of knowing what the others would ask for. She frowned, fidgeting in place as she thought.

Thanks to Lydia, the only thing that popped into her mind was Isabella. Yazmin was glad the girl wasn’t there, or she probably would have taken credit for finding the lamp in the first place, and taken all their wishes… She did have the tendency to take over any situation she was in, and it was hard to deny her. She was just so gorgeous, so tall and buxom, any time she was in the room, all eyes went to her.

It was especially hard on Yazmin, the smallest girl in the group, in every way possible. Next to Isabella, she felt like a child a lot of the time, an, at best, cute little girl that everyone looked right past so they could gawk at Bella instead. She supposed she could have wished that she looked more like Isabella, but, instead, another idea came to her, one she liked even better.

“I wish Isabella was shorter and more flat-chested than me,” she smirked.

With a smile, and a snap of his fingers, they were back in the thrift store, and, almost before any of the girls could process what had happened, he was gone again, taking Scarlett with him this time.

“Am… Am I first?” Scarlett shook her head, dazed. She’d thought, for a moment, that she’d seen Yazmin vanish, but then, in a split second, she was back, far quicker than any wish should have taken.

“It is your turn now,” the genie told her, unhelpfully. “What is your wish?”

There were plenty of things that Scarlett wanted, obviously… She would have loved to be able to afford to go off to concerts every weekend, to know that, once she graduated college in a few weeks, she could find a cool job that allowed her to do what she loved, and travel plenty so she could see the world, to not really have to worry about money…

In a way, she realized, she just wanted Isabella’s life. Would she have even thought of that, if Lydia hadn’t brought her up? The girl’s family was rich, which allowed her to do whatever she liked on the weekends with her hot boyfriend, instead of killing time here, at the usually lame local thrift store, and other places near campus like that. The family had also made sure she’d have a job waiting for her once she was out of school, one that Scarlett assumed was a made-up position at the family company so she could get plenty of money, and not have to actually do anything.

Of course, in order for Scarlett to have that, she’d have to have Bella’s family, which she knew she didn’t want. Every member she’d met was awful, and, probably, explained why Isabella could be such a bitch from time to time. She really would probably be better off without them, in the long run… She’d definitely be a better person, and more fun to hang out with.

“I wish Isabella’s family would cut her off from their money,” Scarlett told the genie. “Well, had cut her off a while ago.”

In a flash, and a snap, she was back in the real world, and Lydia was in the lamp. “What is your wish?”

Lydia had no idea; she’d hoped she would have a little more time to think about it. There were plenty of things she wished she could fix… But, after everything her friends had said about Isabella, it was hard not to think about her, instead.

There were times when Lydia wondered why she was friends with the girl, why she’d agreed to share a suite with her, Yazmin, and Scarlett, other than the fact that they’d all met in freshman year, and become a bit of a clique. Since then, though, Bella had not exactly been her favorite person… Certainly not since that time Lydia had wet her bed after a long night of partying, and Isabella had made sure to tell everyone; they still teased her about it to this day.

There was no way Bella could know that Lydia had struggled with bedwetting all through high school, barely getting it under control by the time she started college. It was one of her deepest secrets, one she wasn’t going to share with even her best friends, now that she’d finally gotten away from it… Bella hadn’t known she was dredging all that up again, but that hadn’t made it sting any less.

The other girls were right; Isabella did have everything. Her life was perfect, she was perfect… Maybe it would do her some good to have something to help keep her humble. “I wish…” she blushed, pausing for a moment before convincing herself she should go with her first instinct. “I wish Isabella had to wear diapers… And couldn’t hide them.” The last part was maybe a bit too much, a little too cruel, yet, by the time she’d said it, it was already too late, and she was back in the thrift store with her friends, standing in a circle around the empty table, where they’d set the lamp, looking at each other, each wondering when the others would have their turn, since it felt, to them, as if they’d all been first.

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, Isabella was… confused, to say the least. Moments earlier, she’d been miles away, in the city, at a concert, grinding away on some guy she’d never met before, and probably wouldn’t think about once the concert was over… Then, she’d thought she had fallen down, as the guy, and everything else, suddenly looked so much taller. She glanced down, cheeks flaring up as she realized she was still standing, but, somehow, she’d shrunk… And, not only that, but her cleavage, which, as usual, had nearly been spilling out of her dress, had vanished, leaving her looking more like a middle schooler who had managed to sneak into the concert than the sexy, confident young woman she knew she was.

She had enough time to see the guy sneer down at her, as if he was just as confused by what had happened – and horrified to see who he’d really been dancing with – before she was back at the dorm. Her designer dress and heels were gone, the latter making her even shorter, replaced by clothes she’d worn years ago, things she’d thrown out for being out of fashion after wearing them, maybe, twice.

Her stomach dropped as she scurried over to her purse, somehow knowing what she would find before she got there, yet still shocked to discover her car keys vanished, her wallet full of credit cards her parents paid off automatically for her gone, replaced only with a debit card. Even the purse itself was different than it should have been, something she’d clearly picked up on sale at a department store, not a brand name.

And then, finally, the last change hit. Her clothes morphed again, growing even more juvenile, turning into the uniform from her old school, the skirt shortening as she felt her panties expand, ballooning outwards, made all the more difficult by the tights that had appeared on her legs, turning into, as she confirmed with a horrified push on the puffy padding, a diaper.

She made a mad dash for her closet, but, even before she opened it, she knew she’d find more clothes from her childhood, reappeared, all with skirts too short to cover the giant diapers she found in her dresser, along with some training bras, which were more to make her feel better than something she wore out of need. If she hadn’t developed yet, clearly she wasn’t going to, after all…

Except, of course, she had… She looked more grown-up than this her reflection in the mirror when she’d been twelve, even if she ignored the diaper, and yet, here she was, a college senior… “No,” she shook her head, hardly able to stand looking at herself. “This isn’t right!”

None of it was. Her closet ought to be full of clothes, each piece probably worth more than the entire wardrobe she saw in there now… She should be out and doing something tonight, rather than being stuck in her dorm… And she definitely, definitely shouldn’t be in diapers, like some silly little toddler!

But… Here she was. A look down confirmed the mirror wasn’t lying, and the sudden warmth in her diaper that hadn’t been there moments before seemed to prove she really did need them, unfortunately. Running her hands along all the childish outfits in her closet showed they were real, too… Although, what else would she wear? At her size, she didn’t have much of a choice, except to shop in the kids’ section.

She wasn’t even able to do that very often, not since her parents had cut her off when she’d nearly flunked out of college in her first semester. Some part of her thought her parents had smoothed that all over with a huge donation to the school…. But she knew that hadn’t happened. She’d been devastated, and her friends had offered to help her out since then, letting her stay with them over breaks, making sure people didn’t make fun of her diapers too much, agreeing to room with her all this time…

Of course, they did like to go out from time to time, and leave her there, on her own. She couldn’t really blame them… Next to them, she looked like such a child. They told her it was because she had no impulse control, and wasn’t used not having endless amounts of spare cash to spend on whatever struck her fancy when they were out shopping, and that was probably part of it, though she still worried they were embarrassed by her.

With a sigh, she headed out to the living room at the center of their suite, flopping down on her tummy and returning to her coloring book, legs swinging behind herself boredly. That had been a fun little fantasy her brain had come up with… And so realistic, too, like a dream that had gone on for years, and years, and still felt, in some ways, more true than what she was doing now.

But this was really how she spent her weekends, usually…. Once she finished her homework – and her friends made sure she did that early, knowing she’d put it off as long as possible if it were up to her – she did some coloring, or watched cartoons – her friends claimed they weren’t sure how to turn off the parental controls, even though they were able to watch whatever they wanted when they were around – while waiting for her friends to get back from whatever cool thing they were doing, and hoped they wouldn’t get mad at her when they discovered she’d had another accident in her diaper. They kept threatening to get her a babysitter if she couldn’t keep her pants dry, though she was pretty certain it was just a joke… Right?

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The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 12

Lucy and Kari scrambled further away from the ‘cave’, although, from the look of things, it couldn’t move to follow them, only use the kitten to draw its prey, like one of those weird fish that lived in the deepest parts of the ocean. Part of Lucy wondered why it used a kitten – it was cute, sure, but not everybody liked cats… As she thought about it, though, she recalled something she’d heard once, about some disease you could get from cats that could cause mental issues… She’d even heard that might be why people liked cats so much, and wanted to take care of them, and protect them. Maybe it had been some version of that, making her act the way she had…

Whatever it was, she was glad to be away from it, even if, the further out she got, the more she began to think about the load in the back of her diaper, squishing against her with every time she crawled. She blushed, staring up at Kari, thinking about how, until that afternoon, her sitter had never even seen her in diapers… Now, the girl had seen her fill one to the brim, something Lucy normally didn’t even do.

Seeing Lucy did make it seem like there may be a way out of this, an end to her journey that wouldn’t end with her trapped by one of this strange world’s inhabitants; at the same time, it reminded her why she had to keep going. She had to be close now… She just had to. The rainbow was getting harder and harder to see, but there was still time… Hopefully…

“What in the world do you think you’re doing out here on your own?” Kari asked, finally, once she came to a stop. “You were supposed to go out and get the mail, that’s all! Just wait until your Mommy hears about this!”

She planted her hands on her hips, and, even from the forest floor, staring up and getting a good view of the smaller girl’s cartoon-print panties under her skirt, it was hard not to blush. It didn’t help when Kari bent down, giving Lucy’s mushy bottom a pat. “Wow, you really had to go, too, huh? That’s not going to look good on your chart…”

Lucy squirmed, reminding herself that, once she got where she was going, that wasn’t going to be an issue… Otherwise, she really did worry what her Mommy would have to say about seeing all this reported on her potty training chart. It wouldn’t be pretty, that was for sure.

“All right,” Kari shook her head, setting the diaper bag down on the ground and pulling out a changing pad. “I guess we’d better get you a fresh diaper for the trip back, huh? Even if I don’t think you deserve it, after everything you put me through today!”

Lucy gratefully rolled over onto the mat, wrinkling her nose as her backside sank into the mess, blushing and looking away while her sitter unsnapped her onesie. “Umm… H-How did you find me?” she asked, trying to distract herself from what was happening.

“I followed you,” Kari told her, bending over and frowning as she fumbled with the diaper pins. In retrospect, that made Lucy feel better… She hadn’t been able to get them off, but she’d also been weakened by everything she’d gone through. And, speaking of that…

“How did you find your way through the maze?” she asked. “And over the bridge? And why didn’t you help me?!” It seemed like the robot had trapped her in that crib for quite a while…

Kari ignored her questions, going with her own rather than answering any. “Where did you get these pins?” she pouted. “I can’t figure them out!”

Lucy’s stomach churned, for more reason than one. The more immediate reason was, of course, the idea of being stuck in her dirty diaper; however, that non-answer was pretty worrying in and of itself. If this journey had taught her anything, it was not to trust what she saw, or thought she knew… This might be another trick, like the kitten. Maybe some other ‘cave’ had probed her mind, found her memories of Kari, and were using them to lure her in… She’d been lying on the mat for a while now, it might be getting ready to strike at any moment…

Kari was so small, so thin, it was simple, even for the weakened Lucy, to grab her by the wrists, throw her off herself, listening to the girl’s squeal, and wrestle her onto the mat instead, pinning her wrists to the forest floor. “Lulu, stop it!” Kari whined, squirming uselessly under the larger girl. “This isn’t funny!”

“What are you?” Lucy demanded, leaning in a little closer.

“I’m your babysitter!” Kari insisted, grunting as she fought to break free. “And your Mommy is not going to be happy with you when… Oh, don’t you dare, little lady!”

She had seen Lucy’s eyes shifting over, towards the diaper Kari had laid out for her. Clearly, the pins weren’t coming off for either of them, so it wasn’t going to do Kari any good… Why let it go to waste? She grinned, thinking of all the times Kari had scolded her, or made her go to bed early while sitting her, all the times on the school bus when they were younger, when Lucy would ask her friends if they thought the other girl was even old enough to be going to school yet… All the times she’d heard from people who had invited the girl to sleepovers that she still wet the bed…

“Lulu, stop it!” Kari demanded, but it only took one hand for Lucy to keep her trapped, while the other slid her thick, cotton undies down. She barely had to flip the girl’s skirt up before sliding the diaper underneath her, it was already so short. Kari had, helpfully, gotten the baby powder out, and Lucy made sure to sprinkle it liberally onto her cleanly shaven crotch… Or, maybe, she simply hadn’t grown any hair there, yet. She was more than old enough to, though so immature in so many other ways, that wouldn’t be a surprise.

“Lucy, don’t you do it!” Kari glared angrily at her, planting a knee on the girl’s stomach as she rearranged herself to get into a better position to tape the diaper up. She had a feeling Kari could have easily fit into an actual baby diaper, so Lucy’s were far too big for her, practically swallowing the bottom half of her, but Lucy could make them fit if she pulled the sides tight enough. “Your Mommy is gonna hear about this, you brat!” Kari raged.

But it was already done. Lucy backed off the smaller girl, surveying her work. It wasn’t pretty, since it was definitely the wrong size, although that simply made the girl look even tinier, and more deserving. She snagged the panties she’d tugged down, pulling them all the way off, over Kari’s Velcro shoes, before Kari was able to climb to her feet.

“If I could get those pins undone, I’d spank you myself!” she stomped her foot; if she thought it made her look intimidating, she was dead wrong. The diaper was so big, and her jumper so short, it was already visible without any movement, and her throwing a tantrum simply seemed to prove she belonged in it.

Lucy couldn’t help but notice Kari hadn’t been sucked underground, or swallowed by a huge mouth, after spending so long on the mat, so that made it more likely that this was, indeed, the real girl, not another lure…. She did feel the slightest pang of regret at that, but not enough to comply when the girl held her hand out and demanded, “Give me my underwear back!”

After she made it to the end of the rainbow, none of this was going to matter, Lucy reminded herself. In a flash of inspiration, she reached down, shoving the panties down the front of her diaper, earning another foot stomp from Kari. “You little brat!” she growled. “Those are mine! They’re mine, mine, mine!” She punctuated each repetition with a stomp, her blonde pigtails swinging wildly as she shook her head, making her look all the more like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy taunted, raising to her knees, nearly matching Kari’s height simply by doing that. “Aren’t you used to them? Do you use Goodnites instead?”

Kari turned bright red, her eyes widening. “Was it you that told everyone I was a bedwetter?! I have never wet the bed in my life, unlike you!” Lucy had to admit, she had developed a problem recently… “You have no idea how many times I went to a sleepover with someone who had a younger sibling, and they made me…” She went quiet, but Lucy could easily envision the rest of the story, one that seemed to confirm her suspicion that baby diapers suited the tiny girl better.

Lucy was pretty sure she hadn’t started the rumor, though she hadn’t done anything to stop it, either… The thought of Kari, getting diapered up under her surely quite childish PJs before getting tucked into bed was too cute for her to resist, or keep to herself. Even now, when Kari left from babysitting her, and she was locked into her crib, that’s what she liked to believe happened when the girl got home.

“You are in so… much… trouble…” Kari gritted her teeth, her hands running over the diaper taped to her, clearly wanting to tear it off, yet knowing, with the length of the jumper she’d chosen that day, it would be a bad idea. “Come on, we are going home right now!”

“No, we aren’t,” Lucy shook her head. She’d come too far to turn back now, especially at the command of this little twig. “We’re following the rainbow.”

“What?” Kari rolled her eyes. “Is that why you came all the way out here?!”

Lucy blushed, realizing now how silly that sounded. She’d already said it, however, so she gave a tiny nod.

“Don’t be silly, Lulu,” Kari sighed. “There is no pot of gold there, and the only place we need to go right now is back home, so I can tell your Mommy all about this little adventure of yours. If I could get reception on my stupid cell phone, I’d be calling her already.”

“Fine,” Lucy shrugged. “You go do that, and I’ll find you later.”

“No way,” Kari disagreed. “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, little lady.”

“Well, you can’t make me go home,” Lucy told her defiantly. “You couldn’t even stop me from putting you in a diaper… What kind of a babysitter are you?”

Lucy blushed, glancing down at herself, and the diaper peeking out from under her skirt. There was clearly no way to argue with that… At least, not until she looked up instead. “Well,” she smirked, “How are you going to follow the rainbow when it’s already gone?”

Lucy gasped, head snapping back to see that, sure enough, the sky had gone dark. The moon wasn’t out yet, but the sun had almost completely set, taking with it any trace of the rainbow she’d spent so long following. “No, no, no…” she shook her head, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. After everything she’d been through, had she screwed herself by taking the time to diaper Kari, and argue with her?!

“Sorry,” Kari shrugged, not sounding like she meant it one bit. “We’re going back home… And I can’t wait to see how you get punished.”

Despite how good it had felt, taping that diaper onto Kari, Lucy suddenly regretted it even more. Mommy wasn’t going to be pleased that she’d treated her sitter that way… Even if Lucy could convince her that proved Kari wasn’t a good sitter – which she didn’t see happening – she had a feeling she’d be landing in diapers full time for a while after that… And that would probably only be the beginning. She’d also wandered away from the house without permission, lost her clothes, pooped her pants…

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I-I was just joking… I-I was playing dress-up, like you wanted… I-I don’t think you really need diapers…”

Kari shook her head. “Then give me back my panties.”

Lucy, of course, couldn’t do that. Even if she could get her hand past the snug cloth far enough to grab them, she’d felt them slide down too far, was positive they were ruined, and Kari wouldn’t really want them back. “I-I’m sorry…” she repeated, for all the good it was going to do her.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Kari sighed, grabbing the changing mat and folding it up, stuffing it and the baby powder back into the diaper bag before standing up and turning… Then turning again. “Which way did we come from?”

“I don’t know,” Lucy shrugged. “I was following that kitten, I wasn’t really paying attention…”

“Well, I was following you!” Kari grumbled, shining her flashlight all around them. “I thought I’d been in this forest enough times I wouldn’t have any trouble finding the way out, but…”

“You really are dumb,” Lucy couldn’t help herself, rolling her eyes. “We’re in another world!”

“Don’t you call me dumb!” Kari crossed her arms. “You’re the one wearing a dirty diaper! And your Mommy told me what your grades were like…”

Lucy doubted Kari’s were much better, but she had nothing to back that up, so she decided to let it go; clearly, she’d hit a sore spot, which made her suspect Kari had at least one subject in school she’d struggled with. Or maybe she was just used to people assuming, because she was blonde, or because she was the size of a lot of children, that she was only as bright as one.

“Well, if you’re so smart, how do we get back home?” Lucy challenged.

Kari didn’t have an answer for that. “W-We should be able to see something over the trees…” she fretted, raising her flashlight, making the beam go higher so she could search for signs of civilization. “No matter how far into the forest you go, you can always see…”

“Wait!” Lucy gasped. “Go back…”

Kari turned her head, confused, to see Lucy pointing back to where she’d had the flashlight pointed a moment earlier. Kari shrugged, moving it back, unsure what Lucy had spotted.

“There,” Lucy jabbed her finger at it. “Don’t you see it?” Kari still looked clueless, so Lucy grabbed her hand, moving it again, following the small patch of color she’d spotted at the edge of its beam. Sure enough, the rainbow was there, faint, but not completely gone.

“That’s… not how rainbows work…” Kari frowned.

“Come on,” Lucy rolled her eyes; there was no time to convince the girl of what she should have already figured out for herself, if she’d gotten this far into this other world.

“No!” Kari shook her head. “We’re going home!”

“How?” Lucy asked. “You don’t know the way, and I don’t, either… We might as well follow the rainbow, then, right?”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Kari grumbled. “We don’t know where it leads! We’re only going to get more lost!”

“I know where it’s going,” Lucy told her. She didn’t, really, but she had a good idea, the same as she’d had the whole time. She had no reason to doubt it now. “If we get there, I promise, we’ll be able to find the way back home.”

Kari didn’t look happy about it, yet she also obviously had no other suggestions for what to do. She looked around one last time, then found the rainbow with the flashlight again. They did seem to be close to its end here… It was curving downwards, and when she followed its path with her light, it looked like it was planted there, among the trees ahead of them.

“See?” Lucy said. “It’s right there… We might as well go check it out, huh?”

Kari squirmed. “I-I mean, I’ve never been this close to the end of a rainbow before…”

“Aren’t you curious?” Lucy pushed her. “Even if there might be nothing there… Don’t you want to see for yourself?”

“I-I guess…” Kari admitted, blushing.

“All right, then,” Lucy nodded, getting back onto her hands and knees. “Let’s go.” She almost tried to reach back and snap her onesie up again, but what purpose would that serve? She could feel the flaps swaying as she moved, though that was less distracting than having to feel the mess in her pants held even tighter against her, as it would have been if they were closed.

Lucy could hear things moving around them in the dark, knew that, at night, there had to be all sorts of monsters in this world, ready to spring out and devour the pair. Kari would be no match for them on the best of days, and Lucy doubted she’d be much better now. The only thing that made her feel safe was the sight of the rainbow, growing closer and closer…

In a way, she was almost glad it had taken so long to get to it, since it had been so bright in the sky earlier in the day. Now, even if they could only see it in the flashlight’s beam, it looked huge… If they’d been that close while it was at full power, she was afraid it would have blinded them.

And, sure enough, when it had grown so big the flashlight would only show one band of color at a time, that, no matter where Kari swung the flashlight ahead of them, at the sound of crackling leaves and ominous footsteps, all they saw was part of the rainbow, they stumbled out into the exact place Lucy had expected.

It was different, of course, than she was used to, but she’d expected that, as well. Normally, it was a good-sized clearing, big enough for the parties it was commonly used to host. Now, it was gigantic, so far across that Lucy could hardly see the trees at the other side. From what she could tell, it was perfectly circular, just like the real world, with no sign of stumps, or anything else to indicate any trees had ever grown within it. They didn’t need the flashlight to see the rainbow anymore… The various colors were much brighter than they had been even one step outside the clearing, and seemed to be springing out of the ground here, into the sky, like they were standing on a huge, rapidly fading spotlight.

She’d always heard it was a place where witches gathered to do spells, although, of course, she hadn’t believed it for years… At least, not until, through the waning light of the rainbow, she spotted the woman. She was old, hunched over a pitch black cauldron in what Lucy guessed to be the exact center of the gigantic circle, within the green section of the rainbow, wearing an equally black cloak, so dark it almost appeared to be leeching away the color around her even faster than it was already vanishing. As Kari saw her as well, swinging the flashlight over towards her in surprise, despite not needing it to see anymore, with the rainbow’s light, the woman stared at the two girls, her eyes yellow, her nose long, covered in warts.

“Well, well, well,” she cackled. “Just what I need to finish my spell… Come here, little girls… I need your bones.”

 

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Their Favorite Holiday

“This is gonna be so great!” Tara giggled. “St. Patrick’s Day is, like, my favorite holiday!”

“Oh, is it now?” The two college girls looked up from the bottles of booze they were carrying, surprised to see the tall, stern looking woman standing there, staring at them disapprovingly. Instantly, Dolly felt herself squirming; she’d been nervous about this to begin with, and, while she doubted this woman worked here, getting stopped did nothing to calm her down.

“I promise,” one of their neighbors at the dorm had told them, “they don’t card there at all. They know they’re right by a college, so they don’t care, as long as they get paid.

“Yeah,” Tara rolled her eyes at the woman, “It is, not that it’s any of your business!”

“You’re from the school down the road, aren’t you?” the woman asked. “Are you even old enough for that?”

“Of course we are,” Tara lied. “Now get out of our way, you… Hey!”

She squealed as the woman grabbed her by the ear, twisting it harshly. “Put that nasty stuff back right now, young lady. And don’t you think I forgot about you,” she turned to Dolly, grabbing her ear as well. “Come on!”

“You can’t do this to us!” Tara fumed, but another twist got her moving regardless, returning the alcohol to where she’d gotten it. That wasn’t enough for the woman, however, who pulled the girls closer to her, marching them out of the store and down the sidewalk like a pair of naughty children. “Let us go!” Tara ordered, for all the good it did her. “The school isn’t even this way, you idiot!”

There was a school the way they were being led, however, one neither of the girls knew was there. It was a large, imposing building, one that declared itself an ‘Academy’ rather than stating which grades it was for. The woman let go of Dolly long enough to get an old, almost rusty looking, key out of her pocket and unlock the front door, clearly sensing Dolly was the one least likely to try and run away without her friend, then pushed them both inside, shutting the door and locking it again with the same key.

“This was not the school we meant!” Tara growled at the woman. “Let us out of here!”

“Come along,” the woman said, disregarding the girl’s words. “You two are already in enough trouble for being out of uniform.”

The uniform, it turned out, was a childish sailor suit, accented in purple, with a short, pleated skirt that barely covered the thick, blindingly white, cotton panties they were forced into once the woman discovered their more colorful, adult underthings beneath the girls’ pants. “Take those off right now!” she snapped, making Dolly flinch and start to obey automatically.

“What is wrong with you?!” Tara rolled her eyes. “We don’t have to do what she says! We don’t go here, dummy!”

Dolly had already slid them down, however, enough for the woman to grab them, yank them off the rest of the way. When Tara tried to resist, the woman had grabbed hers, stretched them out, then snipped them with a pair of scissors, destroying them, which had only made the girl more angry. “Do you know how much I paid for those?!”

“That hardly matters,” the woman had brushed her off. “You know they’re against the rules. Now, come along.”

They were led to a classroom, where they were sat in a double desk, right next to one another, and handed pieces of paper and pencils. “All right, young ladies,” the woman said. “Seeing as you love St. Patrick’s Day so much, why don’t you write me an essay on what it’s all about.”

“No way,” Tara refused. “We aren’t students here! Why can you not get that through your head?!”

“I don’t think this is an assignment you want to fail,” the woman told her, her voice calm, yet clearly threatening.

“Fine,” Tara shrugged. Dolly immediately felt uncomfortable. There was something that told her it was best not to cross this woman… Apparently, her friend didn’t have the same, because she wrote, in big letters on her paper, ‘Drinking and partying,’ shoving that across her desk smugly. “That’s what it’s all about, and that’s exactly what we’re going to be doing, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us, you giant… Hey!”

Dolly watched in horror as her friend was yanked out of the desk, spun around it, pushed over it, her head laid out on it, right next to where Dolly’s paper, still blank, was waiting. Dolly could see her eyes, defiant and angry, quickly change, growing anxious as her new, white underwear was slid down. “What do you think you’re doing?!” she gasped, fidgeting, groaning as she tried to stand, only to realize she couldn’t overpower the woman. “What’s happeni… Ow!”

Both girls flinched, let out a yelp, as the woman’s hand gave the girl’s backside a hard thwack, although Tara, obviously, got the worst of it. They stared at each other, aghast, hardly able to believe this was happening. “H-Hey!” Tara whimpered. “Y-You can’t do this… Th-This is a school, y-you… Ouch!”

Dolly saw tears shining in her eyes after the second smack, something she’d never seen from Tara, who was always so cool, and collected. “Dolly, make her stop it!” she whined.

But Dolly had no idea how to do that, could only watch her friend grow more and more upset as the spanking continued, bursting into tears before too long, thrashing and crying, until, finally, she seemed to give up, slumping helplessly against the desk, accepting her punishment. It was only then that the woman stopped, leading the sniffling girl a few steps away, then fetching something from the shelves on the wall, spreading it out on the floor.

It wasn’t until she got the second thing, and laid it out on the first, that Dolly recognized it as a changing pad. The diaper was huge, far bigger than any a baby would need, although it was bright pink, with a very infantile design. Dolly’s stomach twisted at the sight of it, squirming in her seat, but Tara was still so stunned from her spanking, rubbing her sore bottom, that Dolly wasn’t sure if she’d realized what was happening yet… Or maybe she knew better, at last, than to try and fight this woman.

Dolly gulped anxiously as she watched her friend get diapered, her skirt tucked into the back of the diaper, then led to the corner and stood there, reduced from a rebellious college student to a well disciplined toddler in a matter of minutes. Then, the woman returned, standing over her, glaring down at her blank paper.

“All right, young lady,” the woman said. “Let’s see what you have to say… You know what will happen if you fail this assignment now. I’ll be calling your college in the morning and telling them your friend there is transferring to this school, where I’ll personally make sure she gets the education she so clearly needs. Will you be joining her, or can you tell me what St. Patrick’s Day is really about?”

Dolly swallowed, looking down at her paper and starting to write frantically. If that spanking could so easily break down Tara, she knew she had no chance against it… As much as she hated the thought of leaving Tara here, in this place, alone, she couldn’t let herself be subjected to that… Or, obviously, the diaper. She wracked her brain, trying to think of everything she’d ever heard about St. Patrick’s Day, hoping they’d be enough… And that, once she was finished, the woman wouldn’t give her a panty inspection before sending her home. She could feel the damp spot there, from when she’d witnessed that first spank, not expecting to see anything like that, and so close… She had a bad feeling, if she got caught like that, she’d be getting enrolled here anyway, no matter how well she did on her essay.

 

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The Mix-Up

“Are you kidding me?!” Baylee groaned, closing the top of the suitcase and staring at it again. She could see how she’d made the mistake – it did look an awful lot like her own – yet, at the same time, she couldn’t believe she’d done it. She’d flown all the way across the country for her first vacation since she’d gone to Disney World with her family as a kid, and, somehow, she’d already managed to ruin it.

Her first instinct was to call the airport, but what could they really do about it? Whoever had gotten her suitcase may not have even realized it yet, and even if they had, they might be travelling far enough away from the airport that they didn’t want to head back there right away to switch. She’d call them eventually, sure, and see if anyone else had complained; she had a feeling there was a good chance she wouldn’t be seeing her own suitcase again for a while, if ever.

She’d only opened the suitcase already because she’d wanted to take a shower after her long flight, and that did still sound nice. With a sigh, she flipped the suitcase open again, hoping that whoever’s things she’d gotten wouldn’t mind if she borrowed something. It looked like she’d gotten lucky, anyway, and switched with another girl, although, judging by the style of the clothes, she suspected it was a teenager, or perhaps someone even younger… When she found the cheerleading uniform, that seemed to confirm it.

She felt a little more guilty at the sight of that, assuming, if the girl had packed that, she was here for a game, or some sort of competition…. That, or she’d misjudged the girl’s age, despite how juvenile the other clothes were, and this was something the girl was wearing for her boyfriend, or whatever. There was a decent chance she actually needed it… But, it wasn’t like she’d taken the bag on purpose, and she couldn’t do anything about it on her own.

And, to be honest, she really wanted to try on the uniform. She’d never been a cheerleader herself, had always been too nervous to try out, and too scared of the other cheerleaders at her school, and if they would laugh her out of auditions, and make fun of her for the rest of her time in high school. There were other outfits in the suitcase, of course, yet, as soon as she saw that one, she knew it was what she was going to change into.

To add to her confusion about who the luggage belonged to, all the underwear she found at first were pretty childish looking, very thick cotton, decorated with cartoon animals, with the days of the week written across the front. It was hard to imagine an actual cheerleader wearing them… Maybe this was a very tall child, or a special needs girl, one who really liked dressing up, and not for the naughty reasons she’d assumed at first, making her feel bad for even suspecting that.

She reminded herself that the Airbnb where she was staying was supposed to have a washer and dryer, so she could clean everything up if she found who it all really belonged to, and she didn’t need to feel guilty, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower, pausing for only a few moments before getting herself dressed in the uniform. It was, indeed, extremely cute, just as she’d dreamt when she was in high school, and she couldn’t help grinning as she flounced back into the bedroom.

She even found a pair of pom-poms in the luggage, and happily spent more time than she cared to admit playing around with them, coming up with simple cheers, unable to miss the sight of her childish underwear under the skirt in the room’s mirror any time she did a kick, reminding her that this wasn’t actually her outfit, which, in a way, made it even more fun. It felt like she was a little girl playing dress-up, and, despite knowing that the real owner of the suitcase had no way of knowing where she was, or what she was doing, there was a twinge of worry at the back of her mind about being caught, which only made the game more fun.

It’ll Be Funny

“Come on, Barbie, it’ll be funny!”

Barb rolled her eyes at her step-sister, tempted to point out they must have a very different definition of humor, if this is what the girl found amusing. She knew the girl was trying to get under her skin, though… That was the only reason she ever used Barb’s full name, since she was well aware how much Barb hated it. “Why do you even have these?” she asked instead, poking at the padded garment, covered in cartoon characters.

“Umm, I babysit, duh,” Cathy reminded her. “It should really be me going in for this job interview, not you.”

“I’m not working in the daycare,” Barb said, adding a silent, ‘Thank God’ to that. Kids were so annoying… She hated the idea of having to spend all her time around them, taking care of them. “It’s the office. I probably won’t ever even see them. They’re hiring for that part, too, but I didn’t apply for it.”

“Whatever,” Cathy shrugged. “You should still do it.”

“Oh, come on!” Barb sighed. “Just drop it! I actually want to get this job, so I can move out of here… I don’t have time for some stupid joke.”

Cathy was the older of the two, but, since she was taking classes at the local community college, their parents weren’t bothering her constantly to find a job. She didn’t think they cared that much about her moving out – she was pretty sure they didn’t really expect her to find work, and their eagerness was so they could use that as ammunition to make her go back to school with her step-sister – although, if she made enough money, she would certainly love to do that.

“Nobody would even know,” Cathy promised, before switching to a more teasing tone. “As long as you didn’t have an accident, and have to go ask for a change.”

Barb fixed her with a withering glare. “You know that isn’t going to happen,” she said. “Especially since there’s no way this thing will even fit me.”

“Are you sure?” Cathy asked. That should have been a clue, a signal that Barb ought to back out now, rather than pushing her luck. As Cathy had pointed out, she was the babysitter… She was used to seeing them, putting them on kids. Barb knew next to nothing about them, other than what they were used for.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, not thinking of that in the moment. “Those are for babies, and I am definitely not a baby anymore.”

“Okay,” Cathy nodded. “Well, how about this? If it fits on you, you have to wear it.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Barb countered. It might be funny to make Cathy wear them instead, the next time she went babysitting, although if they didn’t fit Barb, they probably weren’t going to work on the other girl, either.

“It isn’t going to, remember?” Cathy stuck her tongue out. “You’re the one who’s so sure about this… Don’t you want to prove me wrong?”

“Fine,” Barb rolled her eyes. “If it’ll shut you up.”

She reached down, picking the diaper up from where Cathy had tossed it onto her bed. Instantly, she was shocked at how big, and thick, it felt, compared to how it looked, especially once she began unfolding it. Maybe this had been a mistake, she thought, too late.

“Do you need some help?” Cathy asked. “I forgot, you don’t babysit, do you? I bet you don’t know how to put them on. Go on, take your pants off, big sis will take care of it.”

“N-No, I don’t…” Barb’s mouth was dry, knowing she would have no chance of faking it if Cathy was assisting her.

“Oh, you do know how to put a diaper on? On yourself? That’s strange…” Cathy teased.

“W-Well, no…” Barb had to admit, prompting Cathy to reach over and grab the diaper, then start unzipping Barb’s jeans. In no time, Barb was standing there, stunned, a baby diaper wrapped around her hips. The sides were stretched a bit further than they were likely intended to be, but, in all honesty, not by much, definitely not enough for her to claim it didn’t fit.

A sense of horror washed over her, realizing what this meant, what she’d agreed to, mind racing to come up with excuses to back out. “I-I don’t think my clothes will fit over this right!” she finally spouted out desperately.

“Well, I doubt you’re going to wear anything as tight as those jeans to your interview,” Cathy responded calmly. “So just put those back on, and if they work, I’m sure whatever you do put on tomorrow will be perfectly fine.”

As strange as the diaper felt between her legs, as much thicker as it was than her panties, Barb had no doubt her pants would fit, but it was her only chance to put a stop to this, so, as slowly as she could, she started sliding them up her legs, hoping Cathy would stop paying attention so she could pretend they were too tight, so she didn’t have to wear a diaper to her job interview the next day…