The Shy Girl and the Cheerleader

This was a nightmare… That had to be it. There was no way it could be real, that one of the most popular girls in school could be standing there, in her nursery, looking around with that perpetual smirk that always seemed to be stuck on her face, at least when she was dealing with Jillian.

Jillian had been so careful, up until now, although, if she was being honest, it hadn’t been that hard. She kept to herself quite a bit, still being pretty shy despite her parents’ insistence that college would help her to grow out of it… What did they know, though? They barely knew her… They were the reason she could afford this nursery at all, or to rent the rather nice house around it, but they’d rarely been around when she was growing up because of their jobs.

Jillian had been using her ample allowance to buy diapers and other AB/DL things for herself for a while, back in high school, although obviously a full nursery like this wasn’t something she could hide, even from the most absentee parents. She’d hesitated briefly after moving to college, when her mother had told her to spend as much as she wanted to get her house decorated how she wanted it, but then she reminded herself there was almost no way either of her parents were going to come visit her, so she might as well take her up on the offer.

Maybe that was the reason she was still so shy… She didn’t have to worry about finding friends to give her something to do. She always had the nursery there to go play in whenever she wanted. She had no need for rowdy, noisy parties, or drinking, or any of that… She had her rocking horse, her bottles, and her diapers.

Of course, having a house, she had wound up having people over before, if a study group she was in needed somewhere to meet or something; until now, she’d just kept the door closed, and they were polite enough not to go snooping around. Maybe she’d gotten cocky… She’d considered installing a lock on the door, but it didn’t seem necessary.

She wasn’t close with Adison… She didn’t think she’d ever spoken with her at all until the professor asked her if she could help the cheerleader out so she didn’t flunk the class. She’d caught herself staring at the girl a few times in class, and was pretty sure Adison had caught her at least once and thought she was a creeper. She was gorgeous, though… Jillian couldn’t help it.

Jillian had closed the door, as usual, but as soon as she let Adison in, she’d demanded a tour. “This house is awesome!” she’d exclaimed. “You have to show me all of it!”

“Umm… S-Sure.” Jillian had blushed, trying to decide if Adison was being facetious or not. Did she really care? She mostly just nodded her way through the tour, up until they reached the door.

“What’s that?” she’d asked.

“O-Oh,” Jillian had swallowed, squirmed. “J-Just storage.”

“Like you don’t already have enough closets in this place,” Adison had rolled her eyes. “What do you keep in here?”

And, before Jillian could stop her, she’d opened the door, stepped inside, looking around. “This is not storage,” she stated, as if that wasn’t already obvious. “Do you have a kid? Is that why you’re never around campus?”

“No!” Jillian squeaked. “N-No, it’s…” Her mind raced, wishing she felt anywhere near as clever as her teachers had always claimed she was. “Th-The owners of the house! I’m just renting it, and they said it would be too hard for them to move all this out and back in after I graduate, so they asked if they could leave it here. A-And I had enough space already, so…”

“Their baby didn’t need all this stuff now, wherever they moved to?” Adison pushed. “That’s weird, isn’t it? And wouldn’t it have outgrown all this in four years?” Jillian stifled a nervous groan, watching the cheerleader continue to poke around at some of her prized possessions. “Actually, this stuff looks way too big for a baby…”

“I don’t know!” Jillian blurted out. “I-It was here when I got here, okay?! Can we just go get to your tutoring?!”

“Fine, fine,” Adison shrugged. “Jeez…”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 8

As little as Janet truly was grateful for what the other woman had done to her, she knew telling the truth about that wasn’t going to end well for her… She’d gotten plenty of evidence so far to prove that. Gritting her teeth, she forced as sincere a, “Thank you,” as she could out.

“You’re welcome, cutie!” Hazel exclaimed, kneeling down, pulling Janet into a tight hug, then, after releasing the smaller girl, keeping her close, rubbing her full stomach. “I wouldn’t want your tummy to go empty for too long! I want you to grow up big and strong… Eventually!” She chuckled, seeing Janet squirm, fighting to keep her body from relaxing too much from the massage. “But not yet,” she said after a few moments, switching to a tickle at the last moment.

Despite herself, Janet giggled, blushing as she struggled to go silent, not wanting Zella to think she was having fun, or amused at the childish way she was being treated. It was getting harder and harder to remind herself she was the older one here, she didn’t belong in these diapers… Especially when she was starting to feel like she was getting closer to having to use them.

Part of her wanted to head off to the bathroom to ensure that didn’t happen, but, instead, she decided to rise above it. She turned away from her tormentor, grabbing her dishes from the table, toddling around to get the other girl’s as well. “Good girl!” Hazel praised. “Just put them in the sink for me, okay?”

Janet even bit back a scathing remark about how she knew where to put dirty dishes in her own house, simply nodded and headed towards the kitchen while Zella went in the other direction, towards the living room. She sighed, looking down at the empty plate, coveting the real, intact food that had been on it, even though she couldn’t have eaten a single bite of it in the moment if there was any left.

She shuffled into the kitchen, wrinkling her nose as she saw the pots and pans waiting to be cleaned, adding the dishes to the pile. She was glad she didn’t have to do them, since she hated that… But, as she turned around and started to walk away, she couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt. Even if she’d hated the form it had taken, Zella had gone through the trouble of cooking for her… And the longer she let these things sit, the worse the clean-up would be.

She felt a little like she was a child being made to do chores, although, in this instance, she was the one forcing herself to do it. Still, it was the nice, polite thing, and, perhaps, if she took the initative, Hazel would have to admit she was, if not an adult, not that small of a kid, at least… Not one that should still be in diapers, and watching cartoons, and getting her bottom spanked and her mouth soaped.

She reached into the sink, turning the stopper over and turning on the water, grabbing a towel and tossing it over her shoulder so she could wipe her hands off if she needed to. Normally, on a lazy day like this, when she’d probably be changing into her PJs afterwards, as long as she wasn’t wearing anything too nice, she wouldn’t have cared that much about just drying her hands on her shirt. Now, she was already in them, and the idea of showing up with a wet spot on them felt like it had a whole other connotation, one she didn’t want to bring up in Hazel’s mind. Obviously, the girl would be able to check her, see the wetness had nothing to do with her diaper, but Janet didn’t like it either way.

For as nice as the house was, and as much money as Harrison had, it had always baffled Janet how he didn’t have a dishwasher. There hadn’t been one when he moved in, and he had the maid to take care of it, so she supposed it was possible he just hadn’t thought of it… But what about times like this? On long weekends, when the maid wasn’t coming in, did he let the dishes pile up the whole time? Did he wash them himself? She found that hard to picture, although maybe she was being sexist.

She hadn’t complained about it yet… To be fair, she hadn’t had to do the dishes until now, either, and she hadn’t talked to the maid about it to see if the woman would prefer to have one or not. Harrison could clearly afford one, and if the maid wanted one, she couldn’t imagine him not getting one to make it easier on her… She was sure, if she brought it up, he would have done it for her, too, but she hadn’t, and it was too late now.

She grabbed a washcloth with a sigh and started to work, scrubbing the dishes, rinsing them off, setting them in the rack to dry. Even with the towel, she wound up splashing herself a time or two without meaning to, making wet spots on her pajama shirt, and her bare legs. The first time she took a moment to try to dry it off with the towel, but she knew it would take too long… Besides, surely Hazel would understand, and be proud of her for taking initiative.

Or so she assumed. She was certain this was going to win her some points, get her on Hazel’s good side, or at least headed in that direction… She’d already started thinking of how she could use that to her advantage, to get her phone back, to straighten all this out, and was daydreaming about how satisfying it was going to be to watch the look on Zella’s face, to see her spend the rest of the weekend trying to make all this up to her…

“Priscilla! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Janet jumped, shocked at the sudden sound, gasping out loud as she dropped what she was holding, and currently cleaning. She turned to see Hazel barreling across the kitchen towards her, not looking at all proud, or happy, to see what the other girl was doing, and, in her panic, Janet flinched away, the memories of all the punishments she’d already been through flooding back through her mind.

She barely noticed it at first… She had too much else to fret about. She knew something had happened, but before she could figure it out, Hazel was on her, grabbing her by the hands, turning them over, examining her. “Did you hurt yourself?!” she demanded.

“Wh-What?” Janet furrowed her brow. “I-I was just…”

Zella breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Hazel looked fine, but her good mood didn’t last long. “I told you I didn’t want you washing the dishes, didn’t I?!”

“I-I was helping!” Janet pouted, stomping her foot. How was Hazel turning this around to be a bad thing?!

“I specifically told you I didn’t want you trying to wash the knives, and I come in here to see what’s taking so long, and you’re holding a knife!” Hazel delivered a hard swat to the backside of Janet’s diaper, producing a loud crinkle, a small squeak, and… something else. Janet frowned, fidgeting in place, praying she was wrong about what she’d felt, and that, in her anger, Zella hadn’t noticed it, too.

“I-I know how to do dishes…” Janet told her, her confidence shaken, despite still feeling like she was in the right. “I-I wanted to…”

“To give me a heart attack?” Hazel interrupted. “How many times have you done them, hmm?” She gestured towards the dish rack, and Janet’s clumsily assembled pile of dishes. She’d never been great at figuring out how to stick everything in there without it being a huge mess, although she’d been proud of herself that the whole thing hadn’t tumbled over yet. “What if that had fallen while you were holding the knife?”

“It didn’t, though!” Janet pointed out. “And I’m fine!”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I told you not to do something, and you completely ignored me,” Zella shook her head. “Give me that, I guess I might as well finish up.” She took the towel from Janet, turning her around and pushing her towards the door with a few more taps to her padding. “Go wait for me in the living room, and I’ll decide what we’re going to do about this.”

“We don’t have to do anything about it!” Janet fumed. “I was helping! I was being a big girl!”

“Big girls do what they’re told,” Hazel replied. “Now get out of here… Unless you want to wait for me in the corner instead?”

Janet shook her head, hurrying away, only to stop once she was around a corner, out of an easy line of sight for the younger girl. Nibbling her bottom lip, she let her hand trail downwards, over her PJ shirt, and then the smooth plastic of her diaper, feeling the bulky padding, hoping she was wrong about what had happened, that she wouldn’t notice…

She froze as she found it, her fingertips and privates feeling the warmth, the slight squish, as she trapped what was now obviously a damp spot in her diaper between them. Seeing Hazel running towards her like that, she’d just been too scared, too afraid of what the girl might do… And now, she was screwed. Hazel had already told her if she used her diaper, she’d have to wear them all weekened… Janet hadn’t thought it would be an issue stopping that from happening, but that was before being forced to eat and drink so much, and getting so startled…

It wasn’t that big… If it had been in her panties, it probably would have dried before Zella finished with the dishes. But she wasn’t wearing underwear… She was in a diaper, and the evidence of her accident wasn’t going anywhere. She, an adult, a married woman, had peed her pants like a toddler, and her babysitter was inevitably going to find out, if she hadn’t already noticed.

Unless… The diapers were in Zella’s closet. If Janet hurried, maybe she could get in there and change herself before Hazel came to talk to her. She’d have to find something to do with the old diaper, but surely there would be somewhere to hide it… Or maybe she should go into the bathroom while she had the chance. She had a bad feeling she was going to be in for a lecture, or another time-out, or both, when Hazel got into the living room, and, if she didn’t relieve herself now, she might end up with a much wetter diaper before that was over… Or worse.

Of course, this was all happening because she hadn’t done as she was told, so would it be better for her to stay in the living room and wait? Maybe Zella would calm down by the time she arrived, and be willing to listen to Janet’s explanation for the little accident… Janet looked down at herself, confirming that, as far as she could tell – as someone who had very little experience with them in general, and none wearing them in her adult life – she hadn’t gone enough for it to be obvious from the outside. Perhaps Hazel didn’t know, and wouldn’t know, would take Janet’s word for it as long as she behaved herself, and was a perfect little girl for the rest of the evening…

It felt like a risk, no matter what she did, but she had to make a decision now. The longer she waited, the less time she’d have to pull off anything more elaborate than sitting and hoping for the best. But what was she going to do?!

Should she…

Go change her diaper?

Go to the bathroom?

Or wait in the living room?

 

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Power Imbalance

Rosina wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous… Sure, this was unusual, and potentially against the rules, but it wasn’t anything that crazy, all things considered.

Perhaps it was just knowing the other woman would have her fate in her hands. She didn’t think Jeanne would rat her out, tell Rosina’s bosses that she’d proposed an inter-office relationship, but if she was wrong, there wasn’t much she’d be able to do about it. Or maybe it was knowing she was going to see Jeanne again at all… She felt a little like this every time she passed her, which made having the woman as her secretary particularly difficult, honestly.

She’d been thinking about this for weeks, however, and she knew this was what she wanted… Needed. She’d never felt this way about anyone else, not even when she’d been a silly teenager. She had to do this, or it was going to drive her crazy, thinking about what could have been.

“J-Jeanne?” she said, hitting the intercom button on her phone, blushing when her voice cracked. “Can you come into my office?”

And there she was. Like most people, Rosina had some body image issues, although she’d worked through most of them. She didn’t mind as much anymore that she was on the shorter side, had grown to love herself as best she could… But, next to Jeanne, she always felt so small, so immature…

That was why, after her little proposal, she was surprised to hear Jeanne say, “Don’t you think there’s a problem there, with the power imbalance?”

As silly as it was, the first thing Rosina thought of was that her secretary was the one with all the power, though, of course, that wasn’t it. She was the boss… If anything went south with their relationship, she could fire Jeanne on a whim. “I-I wouldn’t abuse that!” she swore. “You know me, I…”

“People are different once you start dating,” Jeanne pointed out. “I don’t think you would, but you never know…”

Rosina nodded; she had a point. Her minded raced, searching for a way to get around this. “W-Well,” she suggested, “how about, in the relationship, you’re in complete control? I’ll do anything you say.” She didn’t mention she would have done that anyway, just for a chance to be with Jeanne, tried to make it sound like this was all to appease the other woman.

“Anything?” Jeanne’s eyes sparkled.

“Anything,” Rosina repeated.

Jeanne grinned. “We’ll see about that… Come to my place tonight, and we may just be able to work this out.”

Rosina felt like an eager puppy when she showed up at the woman’s door, a ball of anxious energy bouncing on her doorstep, waiting for her to answer, then immediately feeling inadequate when she opened the door, seeing how stunning she looked in her simple, black dress. “H-Hi,” she blushed, shuffling inside.

“Strip,” Jeanne ordered, as soon as the door was closed.

“Wh-What?!” Rosina squeaked, gulping. Obviously, her ultimate goal did involve getting naked with the other woman, but she hadn’t expected it to come so soon, or for her surroundings to be quite so brightly lit at the time.

Jeanne planted her hands on her hips firmly. “You heard me. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.”

“O-Okay,” Rosina nodded, fumbling her way out of her expensive skirt and blouse, and, after getting a look from the secretary, her bra and panties as well, standing there, completely naked.

“Adorable,” Jeanne smiled, Rosina watching it widen as she blushed, that word not exactly the reaction she’d wanted. Sexy, or gorgeous, or something on those lines would have been much better, but she’d take what she could get. “Now then,” she continued, picking up something from the little table under her coat rack, and, before Rosina could react, buckling it around her boss’s neck, “let’s see how serious you are about this.”

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 7

It was incredibly tempting to make a grand gesture, show Hazel what a toddler would really do and sweep the bowl off the table, sending the mush inside flying across the room… But she wasn’t quite mad enough for that. This was embarrassing, absolutely, and yet, was it really any worse than what she’d already been through? She’d already begrudgingly accepted being diapered; after that, it was hard to work up that much hatred at being treated like the kind of person who normally wore them.

She couldn’t bring herself to actually pick up the spoon, however. The real food looked so yummy, and what hers had been turned into definitely did not. Maybe she wasn’t going to make a mess, but she wasn’t about to willingly eat that slop, either. She crossed her arms over her new bib, shaking her head, nose wrinkled.

“All right,” Zella shrugged. “I suppose I should have expected this, huh?”

She pulled the next chair over a little closer to Janet, sitting down, sliding the bowl and spoon closer to her. She dipped the spoon into the mush, heaping it high, raising it up to the older woman’s mouth. “Go on,” she urged. “Open up.”

Janet nearly changed her mind, getting a better look at it, and a whiff of what the whole meal smelled like, blended up together, but, obediently, she opened her mouth. Not enough, apparently, as she felt the baby food bump against her lip, smearing across it while the rest was deposited into her mouth. Unsurprisingly, the taste did not live up to the delicious scent of the normal, adult version of the meal, although sniffing the spoon before she’d let it in had prepared her somewhat, made it not quite as big of a shock as it could have been.

There were just too many flavors, and too little texture. It didn’t feel right at all, making her shudder and wrinkle her nose, whining when she glanced down, seeing what a small portion that had been, no matter how fully loaded the spoon had appeared to be. “I-I’m not…” she started to say, Hazel snatching the opportunity, silencing her with another spoonful of the goo.

Either there was too much on the spoon again, but spread too wide instead of too tall, or Zella was doing it on purpose, because, as Janet gagged down the next serving, she could feel the mush that had bumped against the side of her mouth start slowly dribbling down, a bit dripping off onto her bib. Hazel was clearly an experienced babysitter, so she could only assume the latter, that she was doing this to make it look like Janet was a messy eater… Something she was succeeding at quite handily.

“I-I’m not hungry anymore!” Janet blurted out, gulping down the food as fast as she could to get it out before Hazel could feed her anymore.

“Really?” Zella raised an eyebrow. “You were hungry enough to waddle away from your show to tell me your little tummy was rumbling,” she reached over, tickling Janet’s stomach before she could stop her, or realize what was happening, leaving her giggling, despite her attempts to look as serious as possible in her current outfit, “and now you’re full after two bites? I know your belly can hold more than that.”

“I-I was wrong!” Janet said, once she could speak again without laughing. “I thought I was hungry, but actually… ummm…”

“Actually what?” Hazel asked, setting the spoon down in the bowl for a moment, leaning forward. “What was it really, Prissy? Do you need to go potty?”

“No!” Janet blushed, shaking her head, though she supposed she had nobody to blame but herself for the girl assuming that. “No, I just…”

“Are you having trouble?” Zella smirked. “Should I have given you that enema after all? It’s not too late, sweetie.”

“No!” she squealed once more, squirming in her booster seat, diaper crinkling loudly beneath her. “I-I just have a bit of a tummy ache, that’s all!”

“Oh, really?” Hazel looked her up and down. “Well, I think I know the cure for that.” She picked up spoon, getting more of the pureed meal. “Open up!”

“No!” Janet whined, stupidly opening her mouth and giving Zella the chance to force the food in.

“That is just your favorite word today!” Hazel cooed, working faster, picking the bowl up to get it closer, allow her to refill the spoon much easier, giving Janet hardly any time to get even a syllable out before she’d slipped the spoon back between her lips, dropping the majority of its contents off, while making sure, most of the time, being certain to smear a little on the wiggling girl’s face. “Just like when you really were a toddler… What’s wrong, Prissy? Are you giving up all pretense of being a big girl, and accepting the truth?”

Janet sniffled, shaking her head, but she couldn’t deny that she did feel an awful lot like a baby. She was wearing only a PJ shirt, diaper, and now quite messy bib, her spanking bottom strapped securely into a booster seat, face covered in baby food… It was hard to argue that any adult ought to look this way, or would have allowed themselves to be turned into this so quickly and thoroughly. It wasn’t fair! She was the older one here, the step-mother, not a younger step-sister… If anyone deserved to be in this seat, it was Zella!

When the onslaught ended, she was too dazed, too stuffed full of disgusting mush, to glance up, to look away from her bib, making her glad Zella had put it on her after all, even if she could have eaten without spilling so much if she’d fed herself, assuming it had to be over… Until she heard a snap, and looked up, right in time to hear another as Hazel snapped a second picture, this one with a far better view of her face, ensuring anyone who saw it would be able to tell, underneath the layer of babyfood caked around her mouth, it was her.

“Maybe I should send this to dad, so he can show your Mommy how unready you were to be left here on your own,” she teased.

“No!” Janet wailed yet again. She’d considered texted Harrison and asking for his help, but she didn’t know how much she wanted to tell him… Certainly not this much. “Please, please, no!”

“Calm down,” Zella chuckled, patting her on the head. “Don’t pee your Pampers, sweetie… I’m not going to. That’s just for my private collection… For now. As long as you behave yourself. I bet I have a picture of you looking exactly like this from our old babysitting days… I should try to find that so we can all look at them side-by-side and see how little you’ve changed.”

Janet whimpered, started to shake her head, then paused. It wasn’t such a bad idea, really… She didn’t want to be compared to some toddler, and if the girl really was wearing this exact shirt, and these same diapers… Well, it wouldn’t do much for her ego, but Hazel would have to see they weren’t the same person, and accept that she’d been telling the truth all along about who she truly was.

“For now, though, we’d better finish your supper! Mine’s getting cold, but that’s what being a babysitter is all about, huh?” She smiled, picking up the bowl again, Janet’s already full stomach lurching, seeing the thing was only half empty.

“I-I’m full!” she pleaded.

“Oh, really?” Hazel raised an eyebrow, shoving in another spoonful. “Just like last time?”

“N-No, for…” Janet gagged down the goo, tried to speak before Zell was ready, was too slow. “F-For real this time!” she gasped out after she’d downed that serving as well.

“For someone who isn’t hungry, you’re certainly eating pretty quickly,” Hazel pointed out.

“Th-That’s bec…” Janet attempted to explain, to predictable results.

“Don’t worry, Prissy,” Zella cooed. “I’m the grown-up here… I’ll know when you’ve had enough. All you have to worry about is sitting back and enjoying your num-nums, okay?”

Janet wasn’t sure that was possible, but she had no choice other than to try, Hazel refusing to stop, or even pause, until she’d scraped the sides of the bowl clean, getting every bit of the mush that had been inside into, or onto, her little victim.

“I think we’d better leave your bib on for the moment,” Hazel chuckled, standing up as Janet groaned, certain she could feel her tummy bulging out against the waistband of her tight diaper now, that she had to have gained a few pounds from all that baby food. “I’ll clean you up when I’ve had my food.”

“I-I can clean myself,” Janet offered, tugging at the straps on the booster seat so she could hop down and go do that, but, whether it was the food coma she could feel herself trying to slip into, or not being used to child restraints, she couldn’t work out how to unsnap them.

“I’ll handle it,” Hazel smirked, as if she didn’t believe Janet was capable of doing it herself without making a bigger mess. She sat down in her own chair, daintily cutting herself a piece of chicken. “Oh, wow,” she smiled. “That’s pretty good, if I do say so myself… Even cold.”

Janet scowled, positive Hazel was playing up how tasty it was, after forcing her to gulp down the far inferior version. And, as the final blow, Zella picked up her glass for a sip, Janet finally looking at it, seeing it was full of wine, perhaps the same kind she’d gone down to get herself, back at the start of this whole fiasco.

“Oh, silly me!” Hazel shook her head. “What was I thinking? I didn’t bring you your drink, did I? I had it ready and everything…” She got back up, heading to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a baby bottle, filled with an amber liquid. “I promise, this is almost as good as wine,” she lied, handing it over. “And much more appropriate for little girls like you.”

Janet pouted. “Can’t I have a cup, or…?”

“Drink,” Hazel commanded, and, reluctantly but obediently, Janet raised the bottle to her lips, sucking on the nipple. Just as she’d suspected, it was apple juice, a far cry from the fancy, sophisticated wine Harrison kept stocked downstairs, no matter what Zella claimed.

Hazel took her time, savoring each bite, really rubbing it in while Janet squirmed in her booster seat with her bloated tummy, face and bib covered in the remains of her own supper, nursing on her bottle of apple juice, Zella ordering her to, “Drink up!” whenever she tried to set it down on the table.

At last, it was over, and Hazel went to fetch a washcloth, scrubbing Janet’s face, carefully removing the bib and whisking it away before finally undoing the straps, helping Janet onto her feet. “Now, then,” the younger girl declared, “I don’t expect you to do the dishes, because I used some knives, and I don’t want you hurting yourself, but I think it would be polite if you’d thank me for cooking for you, don’t you? And a big girl would show her gratitude by clearing the table at least…”

Janet stared at her, aghast, for a second. Was she serious?! Did she really want to be thanked for that gross mush she’d shoveled down her throat, well beyond the point where Janet wanted any?! Her expression seemed to say so… And, Janet mused, standing there in front of her, this might be a test. Maybe, if she got it right, Zella would go a little easier on her, perhaps even let her out of this diaper? That was probably hoping for too much, though she might get some kind of reward.

Should she…

Say thank you, as politely as she could?

Say thank you and take the dishes into the kitchen, like a big girl, apparently?

Say thank, clear the table, and do the dishes, to prove she’s an even bigger girl than Zella thought?

Or refuse to thank Hazel for the disgusting ‘food’ and head back to the living room?

 

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