Twins

Was this going too far? It was strange the question only occurred to Stefanie now, as she was sitting in her bedroom in a diaper, pacifier in her mouth, but that was just how the mind worked sometimes.

The answer was, of course, yes. She’d known that from the moment she’d made the order online, and certainly as she’d pulled a diaper out of the package, sat down on it, awkwardly taped it up on herself. And yet, it hadn’t fully sunken in until now, looking at the next item from the box, and really absorbed what she was going to have to do, if she went through with this.

It was a cute little skirtall – it even said it right on the front, ‘Cutie Pie’, inscribed on the pocket over a smiling cartoon pie – but nobody over the age of four would ever be caught in it… Especially with what she would be wearing underneath it. Was it even going to be long enough to completely cover the diaper? It had been so much thicker, and bulkier, than she’d ever imagined it could be… Judging the length of the dress at a glance, she had a feeling the slightest movement would leave her flashing it for the world to see, if she wasn’t showing it off constantly. And she was going to be doing it in the one place where she could guarantee everyone would know exactly what it was.

Just as intended. It might be slightly more awkward than she’d expected getting to her destination and back, but once she was there, that was what she wanted. She wanted to make sure everyone got a good look at her padded backside, and knew what a big, immature baby she was.

Or, rather, what a big, immature baby Bethany was. They were twins, and, ever since they were little, everyone always told them how they couldn’t tell them apart, which was why Stefanie was positive this was going to work. She didn’t want to lose her sister her job, but if that was what happened… Well, to be honest, it might serve her right. Bethany had stolen Cole from her, when she knew Stefanie was into him; she deserved to lose something, perhaps something more tangible than the respect of her co-workers.

At the very least, this was going to make things weird for her sister when she went into work next, give her something to explain. Stefanie smirked, imagining the girl sitting there in front of her boss, squirming, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for why she’d done this… Potentially without being told why the woman was so upset. Stefanie could see Bethany unknowingly saying the wrong thing, making herself look even sillier…

It wasn’t her intention to get her sister fired, but there were so many other daycares around, and she was so qualified, she’d probably get a new one in no time. Whereas, unless she did something, Stefanie wasn’t going to get Cole back. He’d made his choice, and, no matter how hard she tried, Stefanie couldn’t change his mind. She’d deal with that later, though…

“Here goes,” she told herself, tugging on a shirt, then slipping into the skirtall and revealing the complete look to her mirror. “Holy crap,” she couldn’t resist saying out loud, hand on her pacified mouth, glad she wasn’t trying to get anyone to actually understand her through the thing, “I look ridiculous!” Going off the reflection, she never would have guessed the person staring back at her was in her twenties… Ignoring her size, she looked closer to a tenth that age, especially with that crinkly, white plastic sticking out from under the hem.

It was perfect. She had one last item in her box, a pacifier clip, and she attached that to the pocket on the front of the skirtall before grabbing her keys and heading out, feeling an odd rush of excitement and humiliation as she practically ran from her front door to her car in the driveway, realizing only when she was there that the motion had definitely made her skirt bounce and flap, and shown off the diaper underneath to anyone nearby.

That was all right, she told herself. Just like everything else, if it came up, she would blame it on Bethany. She had no idea what she was going to do with the girl… An adult, and acting – and dressing – like this! It was hard to believe they were related, much less twins…

At first, she drove like a bat out of hell, wanting to get this over with and return home to get out of this hot, bulky diaper, but she forced herself to calm down. She didn’t have Bethany’s driver’s license, after all, so if she got pulled over, the police officer would know exactly who she was, and would definitely be able to look down, see the paci dangling down, bumping against her chest lightly at every stop light and sign, and, far worse, the diaper poking out… She’d tried when she sat down initially, and there was no way to make the dress long enough to hide it completely.

She ran into another problem when she got to her destination, and saw a couple women standing outside, chatting, presumably on break, right by the door, looking out on the parking lot. She had no idea who they were, or if they knew her sister… She’d planned on parking as close to the building as possible, reducing the time she had to be outside and visible, but if they knew what Bethany’s car looked like, they’d know straight off something was wrong. She cursed to herself, forced herself to keep driving, parking on the street, out of view, and march her way down the sidewalk, constantly tugging at her hem, feeling the gaze of everyone who passed by.

It was still fine… She never came here herself. They’d likely never see either of them again, though, if they saw either, it was more likely to be Bethany. As she approached the daycare, she did her best to leave the skirtall alone, act like she didn’t notice it, that it didn’t bother her.

“Hi, girls!” she waved, twirling a few strands of hair from one long, ribbon-tied ponytail around her finger. “I am such a ditz… I left my key here again yesterday! I’m just gonna go grab it, okay?”

The women standing outside glanced at one another, clearly confused, and shocked, according to plan. Stefanie barely held her smirk until she’d turned around, giving them a little wave and sauntering towards the door, giving her diapered bottom a little wiggle to guarantee they noticed it.

“Wait!” one of them shouted, making her freeze, hands starting to clench into fists, wondering if she’d messed up somehow. “Let me get the door for you.”

“Oh, my God,” she giggled, feeling the tension draining out of her. “You’re my hero! I really can be such an airhead! As soon as I noticed it was gone, I just ran right over here… I didn’t even bother to get changed!” She felt people looking at her again, but this time she savored it, wriggling in place, inconspicuously tugging the dress upwards. “I probably need to be punished tomorrow for being such a dummy…”

Last Minute

‘Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!’ the post read, making Shayla freeze in place, staring down at her phone. It couldn’t actually be Father’s Day already… Could it?! Last year’s had felt like just yesterday… Had this all really been going on for a full year?!

She scrolled through her feed, her sense of dread growing as she passed more and more posts saying, basically, the same thing, confirming her fears. She’d vaguely been aware that it was this month, but it was so hard to keep track of the days now, she’d completely blanked, and now she was sitting there, in her nursery, with no presents, just like last year.

Of course, in her defense, it was much more difficult for her to get him anything this year, and that was definitely his fault. She could have ordered something online, though, did her best to ensure it arrived on a day when he wouldn’t be back before the delivery trucks made their rounds… If only she’d remembered it was happening this soon.

“I’m sorry,” she rehearsed, mumbling into her pacifier. “I’m not used to this…”

But that was the same excuse she’d used the year before. She’d never really known her actual father, so this wasn’t a holiday she and her mother put a lot of stock into when she was a kid. And, even after she’d gotten married, she hadn’t thought it mattered for them. “I know there are husband cards out there,” she’d told him, “those are for couples that have kids, though, right?”

“That’s true,” he’d acknowledged, looking down at her, in her little schoolgirl uniform, thick, cotton, Dora panties hidden away under the skirt, just waiting for an inspection. “And you’re my little girl, aren’t you?”

They’d been playing for a while by then, and she did call him Daddy more often than not, having to make an effort not to do it if they were out with friends who didn’t know – the number of which was dwindling at that time, and was essentially zero now – but she hadn’t put those things together until she was standing in front of him, blushing, realizing she should have gotten him at least a Father’s Day card, and probably a present.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she’d sniffled, giving him a hug.

“It’s all right,” he’d replied, giving her a second to calm down. “If you really want to give me a gift, there is something we could try…”

“Okay,” she’d nodded, without thinking, even though she should have known better. They’d talked about it before, and she’d told him no… Somehow, it didn’t occur to her that might be what he was suggesting as he buckled her into the back seat of the car, drove her to the store, walking her through it, holding her hand…

She was silly enough to believe that was the extent of it. She’d been dressing up in her childish clothes more frequently at home, to the point where she almost only wore her big girl outfits if she was going shopping, or they were going out on a date. He made enough money that she didn’t need to have a job, and, after trying a couple out, she’d agreed it was for the best if she just stayed home. Every now and then, if she misbehaved, he’d make her go out this way, taking her to some fast food place, forcing her to order off the kids’ menu, talking to her like a real child… It wasn’t the craziest thing, thinking he’d accept this as his present…

Being out in public was new enough, she was more concerned with looking around, hoping she didn’t spot anyone she knew, than paying attention to where they were going. It was only when they stopped that she realized where they were, her cheeks turning bright red. “All right,” Daddy had smirked, letting go of her. “Take your pick, princess.”

“Daddy!” she’d squealed, face burning bright red, eyes darting all around them, no longer caring if she knew any of the people around… Even if they were strangers, it was humiliating for anyone to believe she – as an adult or just a schoolgirl – might need these.

“Shayla,” he’d said, calmly, but warningly, “the more you complain, the longer you’re going to be in them. Now, choose… Or I’ll choose for you. Or do you not want to give me a present at all?”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 12

“Oh, sweetie,” Hazel smiled, “of course you can! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that!”

Janet watched as her step-daughter took the bowl of oatmeal, feeling a wave of relief that the girl was taking her request in stride, not getting mad at her for being unsatisfied with what she’d been given. Maybe Hazel wasn’t so bad after all… If Janet behaved herself, then it seemed like her babysitter could be reasonable, too.

“Let’s see… I think we have some nice apples!” Zella exclaimed. “Would that be good?”

Janet nodded, watched her go, glancing down at her seat while she was gone. She tugged at the strap on the booster seat, pretty sure, if she wanted, she could get it off while she was unsupervised, perhaps try another daring escape… Though, at this point, what would she do? She had no idea where her phone was, where Hazel had taken it, and her real bedroom was so far away… It was better to stay there, prove she could be good, so that, maybe she could prove she was mature enough to be given it back.

After a minute or two, Zella returned, setting the bowl back down. “Thank you!” Janet chirped automatically, picking up her spoon, glancing down… And wrinkling her nose. There was definitely something swirled into the gray mush, but it didn’t look like any apple Janet had ever seen… She wrinkled her nose, staring at the brown-ish streaks now stirred around the bowl, where she’d been expecting little chunks of apple.

Hazel clearly saw her disappointment. “Sorry, Prissy,” she shrugged. “I thought I saw some apples in the kitchen, but I couldn’t find them. I did have an old jar of baby food from my babysitting days there, however, and it was still sealed, and it said it was still safe…”

Baby food?! Janet whined, kicking her feet despite herself. She couldn’t escape the stuff, it seemed… She wasn’t sure if it was better or worse, getting it out of a jar – something made specifically for babies – instead of Hazel mixing it up herself, displaying the ‘real’ version of the food as she ate it herself. In the moment, though, she had a more pressing question. “What kind of baby food?”

“It’s apple!” Zella told her, as the smaller girl poked at the oatmeal with her spoon. “Just eat it, Prissy… It’ll be harder if you let it get cold.”

Janet had no doubt that was true; she also didn’t buy that this was apple. Or, at least, only apple. That should just look like applesauce, whereas this looked like… Well, she didn’t know, but nothing appetizing.

But a good little girl did as her babysitter told her, so, tentatively, she dipped her spoon in, getting a little of the babyfood, and not much more of the oatmeal, nibbling at it, then nearly spitting it up, grabbing for her milk to wash it down, even though it wasn’t much better. There was a hint of apple, yes… The other flavor, however, was definitely something else. There was a sweetness to it, although, if anything, it was too sweet, sickly sweet, and not in a way she enjoyed. It was oddly familiar, yet she couldn’t quite place it.

“What’s that face?” Hazel teased. “Eat up, Prissy… It’s good for you.”

Janet really didn’t want to, didn’t feel like forcing down another bite, much less the whole bowl… But she’d gotten what she asked for. It was only fair she held up her end of the bargain. “O-Okay,” she nodded reluctantly. “Th-Thank you…” She knew she couldn’t possibly have sounded sincere, certainly not as much as the last time she’d said it; Zella smiled even more this time anyway.

“You are so welcome,” she kissed Janet on the top of the head, finally sitting in her own seat. “I’m glad to see you’re in a better mood today, Prissy.”

“Uh-huh.” It was still weird, answering to someone else’s name… Janet was getting used to it, though, perhaps a little too much. It had been less than a day since anyone had called her by her real name, but she felt like she was already forgetting what that sounded like. She wasn’t thinking of herself as Prissy, yet… By the end of the weekend, however…

“I hope it continues,” Zella took a bite of her bacon. “Go on, eat! You’re going to need energy for today!”

Janet obediently started to get another spoonful ready, forcing herself to make it a bit bigger, so she wouldn’t be at this all day. She didn’t want to get too crazy… If she could keep from spilling any, maybe she could at least prove she didn’t need the bib, and perhaps could go without the booster seat as well. “Umm… Wh-What are we doing today?” She really hoped Hazel didn’t plan on taking her anywhere… What if she ran into someone she knew?! On one hand, they might be able to succeed where she’d failed, convince Hazel she’d made a mistake… On the other, that would require her to be seen out, dressed like a little girl, being treated like a little girl, probably in diapers…

“Well, first you’re going to be doing your homework,” Hazel informed her. “I know you like to put it off, and that it’s a holiday, but if you get it out of the way now, you can have fun the rest of the time!”

“H-Homework?” Janet blushed. She was an adult! She didn’t have homework, hadn’t for years!

Zella chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

Janet nodded, crinkling her nose in preparation as she made herself swallow the spoonful of oatmeal and baby food, gulping down some more milk immediately. This definitely wasn’t going to make her suddenly love milk, although, in comparison to the food, it did taste better than she could ever recall it tasting before. It likely helped that it was cooling off a tad as it sat.

“So, tell me, Prissy,” Hazel said, after letting the girl gag down a couple more bites and gulps, “where is your backpack?”

“Huh?” Janet looked up at a question she hadn’t been asked in even longer than it had been since she’d had to worry about homework. The answer was obvious, that, of course, as an adult, she didn’t have a backpack… She had plenty of purses, and other bags, but she didn’t need an actual backpack.

That was the kind of answer Hazel didn’t like, however. That made it sound like Janet was resisting, was being a brat, no matter how true it was. “I-It, uh…” she squirmed in her booster, desperate to think of a good excuse, wishing she’d been smart enough, a few minutes earlier, to say she didn’t have any homework, or that she’d done it all already… Though, to be fair, if she had, Zella probably would have wanted to see proof, and she’d be right back here.

“Prissy!” Hazel scolded. “You didn’t leave it at school again, did you?”

“I-I dunno,” she shrugged, happy to hide behind the oatmeal as she was getting chastised for something she definitely hadn’t done, but couldn’t defend herself against without coming up with a better lie.

“You keep trying to act like you’ve gotten so grown-up,” Zella sighed, “but the longer I’m around you, the better I can see it’s just more of the same… Is the reason you try so hard to seem like a big girl because you haven’t really grown up at all?”

“I have!” Janet pouted. Not only had she grown up, she literally was a grown-up… And now Hazel was telling her she was as immature as an actual child she’d babysat, one who needed diapers, and help remembering to bring home her backpack?

“Well, lucky for you, I was expecting this,” Hazel smirked. “After seeing how bad you still were at keeping your pants dry, and not being able to find your backpack myself, I had a feeling I’d need to. I knew the neighbor was in the same grade as you, so I called last night to get the assignments… It’s a good thing they haven’t updated the books since I was there. We still had them up in the attic, too.”

The neighbor?! Janet shuddered, wondering what long-term effects that was going to have… She hadn’t gotten to know any of the neighbors yet. Now they thought a little girl lived here… She hoped, once this was over, she couldn’t be easily mistaken for one, but if that’s what they were looking for… And, especially, if Zella decided to take her out anywhere, and she was seen dressed up that way first, before they met her as her adult self…

Janet was so preoccupied, she didn’t notice the grin forming on Hazel’s face, watching her discomfort. “It’s funny,” she mused, “they said they hadn’t met you yet… Are you still shy, sweetie? I suggested you have a little play-date, or maybe even a sleep-over, so you could make a new friend.”

“What?!” Janet squealed, spitting oatmeal onto herself, and her bib, ruining her hopes of staying clean through the meal. It was almost like Zella had waited, had said that when she’d seen Janet was in the middle of a bite…

“I know it would be a little embarrassing, sweetie, because obviously you’d have to wear your diapers, but I’m sure she’s a very nice girl… Now. She was kind of a brat when I babysat her, and a bit of a tattletale… She’s probably outgrown that. I can’t imagine she’d be mean enough to tell the whole class if she found out.”

Even knowing it wasn’t real, it couldn’t ever happen because she wasn’t in school, and definitely not in the same grade as the little girl the next house over, but the idea still made her squirm in humiliation, imagining that happening to her when she truly had been a kid… Then blushing, shaking her head, reminding her it couldn’t have, since she hadn’t had these issues. She’d never wet the bed, much less had daytime accidents, not until now…

“She had a baby brother, too,” Zella twisted the knife a little further. “So I’m sure she know how to change diapers… She could take care of it for you while you’re there… I mean, it’s not like you’d be able to stay dry the whole time anyway…”

“Yes, I could!” Janet whined, face bright red.

“No,” Hazel countered, in a tone that made Janet doubt herself, “you can’t. But that’s okay… I have no doubt your friend would be happy to take care of it for you…”

Janet wriggled in place, unable to fully process how mortifying that would be; Hazel was already younger than her, but this neighbor was apparently an actual child… To have her be put in charge of her, to have her changing her diapers… She wasn’t sure her dignity could handle that.

Zella scooted forward slightly in her hair, soaking up the girl’s humiliation for another long few moments before letting her off the hook. “It won’t be this weekend, though,” she said. “They were leaving this morning for a little trip. Good thing I talked to them when I did, huh?”

Janet slumped forward a bit, relieved she’d dodged that bullet. The oatmeal didn’t taste quite as bad now, knowing what had almost happened – at least, according to Hazel. It still took far too long for her to finish it, the sitter’s warning coming true as the mush cooled, becoming even more disgusting as it started to congeal, but Hazel didn’t tell her she could stop, or offer to warm it up, so Janet toughed her way through it.

“Good job!” Zella praised her, standing up to undo the straps on the booster, grabbing her own plate. “Bring your things… I don’t trust you to go into the kitchen on your own, but that doesn’t mean you can’t help out a little.”

Obediently, Janet picked up the bowl and bottle, toddling along after Hazel, putting them into the sink. There, waiting for her, empty, was the jar of baby food, placed there almost as if Hazel wanted her to see it. She hadn’t been lying; it did have apple in it. The other ingredient, however, was prune.

She wrinkled her nose again, reliving the taste, finally recognizing it. Had she really eaten that whole thing?! She groaned, already imagining what that was going to do to her, along with the oatmeal itself… Surely, Hazel hadn’t done that on purpose… Had she?!

“Okay,” Zella declared, “I’m going to get working on these dishes, and you,” she booped Janet’s nose, “are going to do your homework. I have it all set up in the living room for you!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Janet nodded, trudging to the living room, where there was a stack of books and paper, laid out on the floor. It wasn’t even on the coffee table, where she could sit… It was splayed out, like she was expected to lie down with it on her tummy, too small to really need a table. One book in particular was already open and waiting, clearly what she was meant to start with. Curiously, she sat down on her diapered bottom, leaning over to see what it was.

Was it…

Math, which had always been her least favorite subject?

English, which had always been her favorite?

Or Spanish, which she’d never taken at all?

 

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 11

Janet groaned, blushing as she rolled over and felt the bulk of the diaper between her thighs. Was she crazy? Did it feel even thicker than it had when she’d finally drifted off? It was definitely wet, and had grown pretty cool, clammy, and squishy, but she’d known that already… The real question was whether or not she’d wet more after she’d fallen asleep.

She couldn’t possibly have; she wasn’t a bedwetter! However, she’d known, as she fidgeted in the crib, staring at the fading light outside her window, and, red-faced, peed her pants, that it was going to look like she was, that Hazel was going to call her one. All the times the girl had asked, and Janet had denied it, were replaying in her head as she made herself go to sleep, alongside the knowledge that, when Zella got her up, she was going to think she’d been right, and Janet had been fibbing.

“I-I’m not, though,” she pouted, poking at the diaper unhappily. “I-I didn’t…” But even she wasn’t positive anymore… Hazel had been so sure of it, and it certainly seemed like Janet had proven her point for her…

Zella had been talking about someone else, however. Prissy was the one who was a bedwetter… Janet wasn’t Prissy, no matter how many times her stepdaughter called her that, or how many times she wound up, apparently, acting just like the girl. Prissy might have wet herself overnight… Janet hadn’t had a choice, had to be a good girl for her sitter and stay in her crib, and that was the only reason she’d piddled in her Pampers.

Was Hazel going to believe that? It was hard to tell… Janet squirmed anxiously, waiting, expecting the girl to waltz in any minute so she could find out. The PJ shirt was nowhere near long enough to hide her diaper, so, instead, Janet alternated, trying to decide if she should keep the blanket up over herself, to attempt to explain things before Hazel saw, or to just stay out, let Zella see right away so it didn’t look like Janet was trying to hide it.

It turned out, she had plenty of time to decide. There was no clock in the room, no way to tell when she’d woken up, although, considering how dark it appeared to be outside, she assumed it was fairly early, so she couldn’t blame Hazel for not being awake. As she laid there, however, fidgeting, waiting, building up what the confrontation was going to look like when it finally happened in her mind, she watched the light slowly begin to creep in, getting brighter, and brighter… And still no sign of her sitter.

Hazel had mentioned she was going to be in this diaper for a while… Clearly, she was right. What was taking her so long?! Janet climbed to her feet, staring out over the top of the bars, knowing she could definitely scale them… But that wasn’t what a good little girl would do, despite her full her bladder was getting yet again. Zella had told her to stay in her crib until she came to get her up… Hadn’t she? Janet wasn’t positive, was having a hard time remembering for sure… She’d been put to bed, though, and the implication was there, and she really didn’t want to disappoint Hazel…

Janet groaned, trying in vain to push her legs together, which only served to remind her how wet she already was, without providing any real relief. She squeaked, blushing as she felt a trickle of fresh warmth escaping into the already sodden padding, plopping down on her bottom sulkily. She spotted her paci – her matching paci – and, for a moment, considered throwing it through the bars, as far away from her as she could get it. Instead, she slipped it into her mouth, glad for the slight sense of calm she felt when she started to suck on it, and for something, anything, to distract her from what was going on.

She’d long since lost the battle when Hazel finally did come in, and was distracted enough to be taken by surprise, squeaking and jumping, her hands scrambling to grab her blanket, suddenly making the decision she wanted a few more seconds before the girl saw. “I-It’s not what you think!” she shook her head. “I-It’s only because you put me to bed so early, so I’ve been up for a while, and I didn’t want to…”

“Silly Prissy,” Hazel chuckled, patting her on the head, “I can’t understand you through your paci. I can see I was right, though… You definitely are a bedwetter, aren’t you? Look at how soaked you are…”

This was it, the moment she’d been expecting, been trying to mentally prepare herself for. Janet shook her head, whimpering, “N-No, I…” only to clam up as Hazel’s hand reached through the bars, giving the diaper a check. There was no denying she was wet… And, honestly, she couldn’t say for certain none of it had happened overnight…

“It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to you, huh?” Hazel shook her head, helping Janet out of the crib and over to the bed, and the changing pad waiting there. “You would have ruined that mattress!” She gave the girl’s diaper another squeeze, Janet squealing and blushing, and, if she hadn’t known any better, catching a sadistic grin on the younger girl’s face when she did. “I probably should have doubled you up… We’re lucky you didn’t leak, even with all these soakers.”

“Y-You left me here for so long! It’s not my fault!” Janet whined, burying her face in her hands as Zella opened up the diaper, revealing the soggy mess inside.

“I guess you really have grown up since last time I looked after you, huh?” Hazel teased. “Younger you would never be able to go this much in just one night!” Janet wiggled in mortification, earning a soft smack on the leg. “Stop it!” Zella scolded. “You’re going to make an even bigger mess, silly girl!”

Janet sucked harder still on the pacifier, the only thing keeping her as calm as she was – which was pretty frantic – through this, as Hazel wiped her off, prepared a fresh diaper… With another soaker. “No!” she gasped. “I-I don’t need that! N-Not during the day!” Her face went crimson, realizing what she’d said, what it implied. “I-I don’t need them at night, either, but definitely not…”

“I told you, sweetie,” Zella shook her head, expertly taping the new diaper up, trapping Janet inside, “I don’t know what you’re saying with your paci in, goofball.”

Oh, right… Janet wasn’t sure if she believed that or not, thinking she’d spoken to the girl after she’d had the pacifier in the night before, but not positive. She hadn’t even thought to take it out after Hazel had said it, though, which was almost worse than just how comfy the diaper felt, at least in comparison to the one that had been taken off her.

It was only because it was a bit thinner – although still quite bulky – and not drenched, but Janet didn’t like that she was taking any comfort in it at all. That wasn’t right… She wasn’t supposed to be in these, and she absolutely didn’t like them… Of course, liking one that was objectively better than the other didn’t mean she liked them in general, though it was a bit too close for comfort.

“Let’s get this off you,” Hazel cooed, sitting Janet up, stripping her out of her PJ shirt. She was glad to see Princess Sofia leaving, finally, and that it was officially morning so Hazel didn’t have any excuse not to get her dressed fully, to let her wear something to hide her diaper for the first time since she’d been put into them.

Or so she thought. “Arms up!” Zella instructed, Janet obeying automatically, letting her slip a new shirt over her head. This one was pink and, it turned out, possibly even shorter than the last. If nothing else, it was the same, barely reaching her belly button, and, since it wasn’t meant to be pajamas, it was a bit tighter, leaving less give in the fabric for Janet to tug at it, to try in vain to hide her diaper with it.

“Oh!” Hazel gasped, putting a hand to her chest. Quickly, she scooped Janet up, rushing her over to the mirror. “Look at that!” she practically swooned.

Janet did, and immediately wished she hadn’t. She might not have noticed the pink of her paci matching up to the pink of her diaper the night before without help; today, it was impossible not to notice that the shirt was the same shade as well – which made it even more obvious that the pacifier blended in perfectly. To add insult to injury, the front of the shirt had a kitten frolicking on it, one of the exact same kittens as the ones printed on her diaper.

“Your whole outfit is coordinated!” Zella exclaimed.

It certainly was… Janet looked like she’d actually planned this out – or, rather, like her Mommy had, since anyone dressed this way wasn’t mature enough to pick out their own clothes. She was so embarrassed, it took her a moment for the words to sink in, and, this time, she did take out the pacifier. “Th-This isn’t my whole outfit, is it?!”

“Of course it is,” Hazel gently took the paci from her, returned it to the girl’s mouth, where it belonged. “Clearly, I need to be able to keep an eye on your diaper,” she gave it a pat, “to see when you need a change, because you don’t know any better, so there’s no need for pants… At least, not before we go out to get you some more.”

“No!” Janet shook her head, tears appearing in her eyes to complete the picture of the toddler looking back at her from the mirror. “I don’t need any more!”

“I can’t understand you,” Zella told her again, her expression making Janet even more certain that wasn’t true. “I can see you’re starting to get cranky already, despite how early I tried to get you into bed… I guess we’d better make sure you get a nap today, huh?”

“No!” Janet scurried after Hazel as she began to walk away, taking out her paci. “I-I don’t need a nap, Zella! I’m sorry! I-I’m not cranky, I promise!”

“We’ll see about that,” Hazel smiled, leading the girl into the dining room, helping her up into her booster seat and strapping her in, like last night.

Unlike the previous night, however, Janet didn’t have the same thing as Hazel at all. Hazel’s plate had scrambled eggs, toast, bacon… Janet’s place had a big bowl of disgusting-looking, gray oatmeal, the stuff she always made fun of Harrison for liking, because, normally, she couldn’t make herself choke down a single bite of it. Next to it was a baby bottle of milk, as opposed to the coffee cup by Hazel’s plate.

Hazel fastened the bib around Janet’s neck, chuckling at her crinkled nose. “You’d better eat up, Prissy,” she said. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”

Janet pouted. “I-I know,” she nodded.

“Don’t you want to grow up big and strong?” Hazel had said the same thing to her the night before, Janet recalled, and she could have sworn there was a mocking tone to it both times, though especially now.

Janet could have said she was already grown up, but there was no point starting that argument up again. There was also no point not eating… She knew from experience that Hazel would feed her if she didn’t do it herself. Sighing, she picked up the spoon and forced herself to scoop up some of the mush, wriggling in the booster seat as she brought it up to her lips.

It was every bit as bad as she remembered, perhaps more… There was nothing extra in it to sweeten it, to make it palatable. She gagged on the thick, nasty stuff, grabbing for the bottle, wrinkling her nose, her hands feeling that it was warm before she lifted it to her mouth, though still not giving her enough time to prep. She didn’t like milk to begin with, and warm was even worse… She’d forgotten how bad it tasted until she had a mouthful. It washed the oatmeal down, but seeing how little she’d drank, and how much was left, made her shiver, not knowing how she was going to be able to finish it, the way she had no doubt Hazel wanted her to.

She felt the same about the oatmeal, to be honest… It was hard for her to think of a worse breakfast for her than those two items. She poked at the oatmeal with her spoon, groaning, knowing she had to make herself eat more…

Or did she? Hazel wanted her to eat, and Janet was sure she was going to make certain it happened… But if she asked nicely enough, maybe she’d be willing to accommodate her, help her out… Janet had already made an effort, at least, showed she was being more obedient than she had the night before… Was it worth a shot?

Nibbling on her bottom lip – and glancing down for a moment at the paci waiting on the table, hating how quickly she’d gotten used to the thing – she looked over at Zella. Was she really going to do this?! The girl appeared to be really enjoying her breakfast, and Janet didn’t want to disturb her like a fussy toddler, but…

“What’s wrong, Prissy?” Hazel asked.

Janet blushed, heart pounding. She’d hoped to have a few more seconds to deliberate, but she’d already been noticed… She had to decide now! What was she going to answer?

“Can I please have something in my oatmeal, to make it taste a little better?”

“Thank you for cooking for me, but is there any way you could make me something else? I swear, I’ll eat that!”

“Nothing’s wrong! I just wanted to say thank you! I’m going to finish every bite!”

 

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