European Vacation

There was definitely some saying about ‘best laid plans’ that applied to Claire’s situation, but, after her flight, she was too tired to try to remember what, exactly, it was.

It really had been a perfect plan, though, one she’d had to work very hard on to get that way. It shouldn’t have had to be – all she wanted to do was spend the summer hanging out and partying with her friends over in Europe – and yet, as always, her annoying little sister had ruined everything.

“Well, Kelly can’t just stay home alone the whole summer,” her parents had told her. “And we’ll be off at the conference the majority of the time, so she’s going to have to stay with you. It’s only fair… You complained that we were getting to spend our time over in Europe until we agreed to let you go, too… Why should Kelly be the only one left here?”

“She can take care of herself!” Claire had insisted. “She’s old enough!” But they didn’t listen, and, suddenly, she was watching her fun summer trip turning into an extended babysitting job, one she wasn’t even getting paid for… Well, other than her parents renting the house she was staying in for her.

And then the idea had struck her, out of the blue… Why not just hire someone else to do the babysitting for her? Everything else had stemmed from that one idea… “It’s only fair,” she’d explained to her parents. “I can’t spend every minute with her, and I’ll find someone who will be able to show her all the great sights, and take her to the museums, and do a much better job than I ever could. I bet we could get her grades up next year if we do…”

Briefly, she even started to look for someone who could do all that, who would be as much of a tutor as a nanny…. It didn’t take long for her to start finding candidates who were renowned more for their harshness, for being strict and crafting well-behaved young men and women out of their charges, rather than sweetly helping them with their homework.

That, Claire decided, was what Kelly needed more than anything. She was such a little brat… Perhaps a summer under the care of someone like that would do her some good. The longer she thought about it, the more she liked the idea, until she finally chose a nanny, and started to e-mail back and forth with her, telling her how difficult Kelly was, how hard the job was going to be, how much discipline she was surely going to need…

Claire wasn’t certain where the next idea came from, exactly; it just hit her, out of the blue. Kelly was so immature, so bratty, and she was getting a nanny… She might as well get her money’s worth. Besides, she was going to look so cute, bundled up for the night in her thick diapers, while Claire was getting all dolled up for a night out at the clubs. A summer of that would really show Kelly how she’d been acting for… Well, her whole life. What better wake-up call that it was time to grow up than being shown what a baby you actually are?

‘I know it’s embarrassing for her,’ Claire wrote, ‘and I wish I could trust her to tell you on her own, but I know she won’t. She lies about it all the time, despite all the evidence to the contrary. I know it’s unusual for someone her age, so if you need to charge extra, I understand.’

‘It’s more common than you might think,’ the nanny had written back in return. ‘Don’t worry… I know exactly how to deal with girls like her.’

It had been perfect: Claire would come back from the trip tanned, and relaxed, ready for her next semester of college, and Kelly would return a meeker, more polite girl, a few months of discipline and diapers surely enough to make her easier to have to deal with when Claire was home on breaks. Her parents would be happier with her, too, no doubt.

Unfortunately, her parents did a little research themselves, and found the same reviews Claire had for the nanny… For Claire, they’d shown her the woman had what it took to form her sister into a more tolerable human being; her parents had been less pleased. They’d come pretty close to cancelling the trip for the girls altogether, making them stay home, but, in the end, they’d found a summer camp for Kelly in the same town the house Claire was renting was in, and decided to send her there, instead.

It wasn’t nearly as fun as Claire’s plan, although it accomplished the same thing, and got her annoying little sister out of her hair for the summer. She was especially glad for that after the plane flight, which only proved how immature Kelly was when, because she’d forgotten to bring a charger for her phone, she forced their mother to stop charging her own since hers was about to die, after Claire refused to help… “Maybe you should have charged it before you left,” Claire pointed out.

“I was going to!” Kelly pouted. But she’d forgotten that, too… And Kelly had just gotten that phone, too, having broken her old one a few days before. With everything else, their parents had bought her the same model as theirs, and there hadn’t been time to get her a new case.

It was all a big mess, though, fortunately, not one Claire had to deal with for long. They’d gotten to her house for the summer, said their goodbyes, and then her parents had taken Kelly to drop her off at camp, heading on to their conference from there. Claire was all alone, free to do whatever she wanted, even if she wasn’t going to get to watch her sister be taken down a peg or two in the process…

And then the front door opened.

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 16

Janet wasn’t entirely sure what possessed her to make her reach for the onesie. It was hard to say which of the two new wardrobe items was the most babyish, but only because neither would have looked out of place in a two year old’s closet… Perhaps she hoped that, since it was just a onesie, it would only count as the shirt in her outfit.

Knowing Hazel, there was a good chance she’d be stuck with the same skirt, although at least in the onesie, there would be something covering the diaper, making it a bit harder to notice beneath there… And if she was really lucky, maybe she’d get some shorts instead. There would still be a bulge, considering how bulky these diapers were, but nobody would be able to see them, anyway. At this point, she was looking for whatever small comfort she could find in this situation.

“Oh, excellent choice!” Zella grinned as Janet reached out for the onesie draped over her step-daughter’s arm, almost instantly questioning her decision when the younger woman held it up again, giving her a full view of all the lace and frills and bow… Unfortunately, it was already too late. Hazel draped the other two items across the dresser, kneeling down in front of Janet, onesie in hand. “Arms up, Prissy!”

“I-I’m not…” Janet swallowed nervously. “M-Maybe…”

Hazel sighed, rolled her eyes, and proved to the smaller girl that she hadn’t really needed her to comply at all, that she was simply being nice. One tug upwards, and the shirt was up, over Janet’s head, leaving her naked, except for her diaper… But not for long. Before she could recover from that shock, or try to cover her diaper – not that it mattered, since Hazel had seen it many, many times by now – Zella pulled the onesie over her head, reaching in through the armholes to tug Janet’s hands through. Janet was getting dressed, whether she liked it or not, with all the skill of someone quite used to dealing with fussy little girls who didn’t want to cooperate.

Was that all she was? It definitely felt like it, as Hazel grabbed the rear flap of the onesie, yanking it forward. She was clearly no match for Hazel, or she wouldn’t be in this diaper, or have gone through so many that they needed to go buy more, or getting snapped into a onesie. She flinched, hearing the first snap close, the metal on metal as loud as a thunderclap to her ears, the now attached fabric wrapping around her bulky diaper, pulling it tighter against her.

Two more snaps, and it was done. Janet gasped, looking down at herself, shocked that, at this point, she could be made to feel any more like a helpless child… But the onesie did it. There was no escaping the diaper now, the padding rubbing against her with every tiny movement, ensuring she couldn’t ignore it, or forget about it… She immediately wished she’d chosen something else to wear, even before she saw what she looked like in it, the bulge of the diaper incredibly obvious, with plenty of plastic poking out the legholes, in case there was any doubt.

“That is so stinking cute!” Hazel exclaimed, giving the other girl’s backside a pat. “I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you… Someone might try to steal you, and get the most adorable baby in the world for themselves!”

“I’m not a baby!” Janet sulked, a moment before Zella picked her up, making her feel even more like one, setting her down on the edge of the bed.

Zella bustled back over to the dresser, then the closet, musing, “I sure have changed a lot of your diapers for someone who isn’t a baby…”

Janet blushed, crossing her arms, though she didn’t dare say anything more. She couldn’t, for one, since it was true… That, and she didn’t want to make the girl mad when she was choosing what Janet was going to get to wear over the onesie, essentially deciding her fate for this shopping trip.

Even with Janet staying silent, however, Hazel approached the bed with only a pair of frilly ankle socks, and pink, Velcro-fastened, sneakers. “W-Wait…” Janet shook her head, as Zella knelt down, pulling the socks over her feet. “B-But…”

“What are you babbling about, silly?” Hazel gave the sole of Janet’s foot a tickle, the woman instantly dissolving into helpless giggling for long enough to let Zella finish with the socks and move on to the shoes.

“Zella!” Janet kicked her legs frantically, her babysitter barely seeming to notice, or care, continuing her work nevertheless. “I can’t go out like this!”

“What are you talking about?” Zella chuckled, strapping the second shoe on, picking Janet up again, setting her down on her feet in front of the mirror. “You picked this out!”

Janet’s stomach lurched at the sight of herself in the reflection, her thick diaper straining against the cloth of the onesie, making the lace on the backside stand up, the big, pink bow over top of that emphasizing her padded posterior all the more, drawing attention to the exact place Janet wanted it least, the lights in her shoes still flashing from the impact of being plopped down on the floor.

“I-I’m…” she mumbled, unable to stop herself from reaching out, her mind not quite able to accept what she saw. “N-No, I’m a…” But what would she say? Adult clearly wasn’t accurate, not anymore… Big girl didn’t even seem right.

“That’s right,” Hazel hopped in helpfully, sliding the pacifier back into Janet’s gasping mouth, attaching the clip she’d just added to it to the chest of her onesie. “You’re my adorable little baby sister.”

Janet started sucking on the paci automatically, even as she shook her head. That wasn’t right… Janet was older than Zella… She was her step-mother! She couldn’t be her baby sister at the same time… And yet, looking at herself in the mirror, how could she be anything else?

The sour feeling in her stomach didn’t go away once Janet finally let her look away from her reflection, following her through the house as she was led, by her hand, to the front door, where she weakly tried to plant her feet and hold firm, to keep from going outside. Hazel didn’t break a sweat dragging her out, emphasizing how true her words had been, how tiny and helpless Janet was…

Janet wasn’t feeling any better after getting buckled into the backseat of Hazel’s car, either. She told herself it was because she knew what was coming, couldn’t imagine actually walking through a store like this… But she knew there was more to it, before the cramps ever hit.

She whimpered, hands resting on her churning belly, wishing she’d recognized this before they left. She wasn’t sure where they were going, how long it was going to take to get there… Although, she should have known. She hadn’t pooped since Hazel’s arrival, and, normally, she would have by now, even without the food she’d been getting fed – especially the oatmeal.

“Oh, no,” she mumbled into her pacifier, squirming in her seat, diaper crinkling beneath her. She’d been so distracted by everything else, she hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten already… She couldn’t let this happen! She squeezed her eyes shut tight, hands balling up into fists, toes curling in her childish sneakers, fighting with every fiber of her being, terrified of what failing would bring. She’d never be able to convince Zella she wasn’t a baby then; it would be very hard to believe it herself.

She opened her eyes slowly, hands shaky and sweaty, forehead wet as well. She’d done it… This time. Mostly, anyway… As she wiggled, she felt a slight stickiness under her. She really hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was… But what else would it be? She sniffed, wrinkling her nose at the faint scent emanating from her diaper.

It was a good thing she’d been wearing it… If she’d talked Hazel into putting her in big girl panties, those would be ruined now, and she’d be in so much trouble… The latter part might still be true, but at least she could hide it for now. She squirmed in place, confirming how small it was. There was no way Hazel would be able to tell from the outside… She’d be safe until she gave her a full check, which, in the onesie, would be much harder.

Then again… Zella had a lot of experience with this, and Janet was no more of a match for her than any other toddler. She could already know… Janet’s cheeks flared up, her eyes staring down at the floorboards, too embarrassed to glance up at Hazel, to risk seeing some indication that she was right about her hunch, that her step-daughter knew she’d had a messy accident, however small, in her diaper.

Luckily, the ride wasn’t too much longer, and, before long, Janet was getting helped out of the backseat, the rear of her diaper getting another pat. Her stomach lurched anxiously, glad she had that onesie, rather than a skirt, or else she was positive she’d be feeling the back of her diaper being tugged outwards right about now, possibly followed by a spanking.

“Cheer up, grumpy pants!” Hazel smiled down at her. “It’s shopping! It’ll be fun!”

Janet very much doubted that… She blushed, clinging to Zella’s hand, trying to hide behind the larger girl as they walked across the parking lot, although she knew that only made her appear more childish to the other passers-by. Considering what she was wearing, however, it wasn’t like they were going to mistake her for anything other than a child anyway… At best.

“So,” Zella chatted as they walked, “what do you think, Prissy? Can you be a big enough girl to walk, or should I get a cart to push… Oh, my God!”

Janet froze, certain this was it, that she’d realized what had happened. Fortunately, Hazel stopped, too, just inside the doors. Janet had seen them slide open, felt the blast of cooler air as they stepped inside, but she was staring down at her flashing shoes, not paying attention to what was in front of them, trusting Hazel not to lead her into anything that would make her fall…

Until she heard the other voice. “Is that you, Zella?!”

Janet’s head shot up before she could stop herself, although, as soon as it did, she wished she hadn’t. She’d been right after all… She gulped, staring down at her feet again as they shifted, lights blinking with every movement, accompanying the crinkling and crackling of her diaper as she fidgeted nervously.

There, standing in front of them, waiting in the entryway of the store, sliding her phone back into her purse, was Mackenzie, one of Hazel’s little lackeys from their high school days. Wherever Zella went, Kenzi was one of the girls sure to be following along, always ready to back up one of her insults, or add one of her own.

“It’s so good to see you!” Hazel threw her free arm around the girl. “This is such a crazy coincidence! I’ve missed your face so much!”

“And I’ve missed yours!” Kenzi smirked. “Who’s this you have with you?”

Janet’s tummy lurched, terrified the girl would recognize her… But that wasn’t the only reason. She whimpered into her pacifier, realizing another cramp was hitting her, too, at the worst possible time. She bounced in place, squeezing her thighs together, mortified. Not now! She could already feel the small, squishy spot in the seat of her diaper expanding slightly, and it took all the energy she could muster to stop it from getting worse.

“Go on,” Hazel gave Janet’s hand a jiggle. “Be polite and introduce yourself!” Janet shook her head with a whimper, gasping as Zella plucked the paci from her lips, denying her that little bit of comfort. “You know better than that! Be a good girl, or I’ll spank you right here in front of my friend, little lady!”

Janet gritted her teeth, having no reason to doubt Hazel’s threat. She could probably spit one thing out right now, and still keep up the fight… But what should it be?!

She really didn’t want Kenzi to recognize her, to realize she was the same person from school, someone older than her, standing there in front of her like this… The longer they stuck around, the more likely it was she’d realize the truth. Hopefully Mackenzie was busy, had better things to do than stand around and talk… If she wasn’t, though, saying what Zella clearly wanted, and claiming to be Prissy, would be better for now… But could backfire on her in the long term.

On the other hand, she could tell the truth herself. Kenzi might have a hard time believing it, although, if Janet could manage to convince her… She had no doubt there would be plenty of mocking from the girl, yet having someone else who knew her true identity might be enough to force Hazel to accept who she really was, too. Did she want that to happen now, however, with two of her worst former tormentors together, and her so close to pooping her pants?

Or… The thing she really wanted to say was very different from either. She knew the bathroom was just inside… If she could get Hazel to take her there now, she might make it, before the state of her diaper got any worse, and before she had to wonder if she’d be able to ride through these cramps, much less the next, surely even worse, set. As a side benefit, maybe Kenzi would hear that and, if she hadn’t recognized Janet, be nice and let them get to it, leaving on her own without Janet having to worry about what to call herself.

Whatever she was going to do, the clock was ticking… Every moment she debated this, she was bringing herself closer to Kenzi realizing the truth herself, or the biggest, worst accident she’d had yet, or a very public spanking… Or all three. She swallowed, cleared her mind, and forced herself to decide. What was she going to say?!

“Hi, my name is Priscilla! Nice to meet you, ma’am!”

“I know this seems crazy, Kenzi, but this is Janet, from high school.”

Or, “Z-Zella, please, can we go to the potty? Right now?!”

 

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 15

Janet could feel a growing pit in her stomach as she looked into Hazel’s eyes, realizing how little of a choice she had. Her babysitter had given her an order; she had to do it. Maybe, just maybe, if she’d wet herself, she could have gotten out of it… But probably not.

“I-I’m going,” she mumbled, heart racing as she slowly started her journey, the crinkling of her diaper ringing like thunder in her ears. What was she doing?! This could be literally anyone… She tugged on her shirt, looking down at her big, bulky diaper, knowing there was no way she would be able to hide it, to disguise it as anything else… There was nothing for her to grab on her way there to shield herself with, nothing to help her…

She was taking her time – her gait already slowed by the thick padding – only for Zella to snap, “Hurry up, Prissy!” when the doorbell rang again. Janet winced, moving slower still, halfway hoping whoever it was would give up if she didn’t make it in time. “Priscilla,” Hazel continued in a threatening tone, “if I don’t hear the pitter-patter of your little feet speed up, you’re in for a spanking as soon as you get back!”

That did it, sending Janet into an awkward dash, desperate to protect her still-sore bottom. Unfortunately, her former wish had come true, and, by the time she got to the door, and pulled it open, there was nobody there. “No!” she squeaked, one hand shooting to the seat of her diaper, giving it a rustly rub, imagining what was going to happen when she told Hazel about this.

Nervously, she took a step outside the door, onto the porch, so she could see a little further away. Sure enough, she could see the person who had rung the bell walking away, back to the delivery truck they’d apparently come from. That wasn’t so bad, she thought with a sigh. She had no idea what the girl could have ordered for her, but at least this wasn’t someone who was here to visit her.

But, if she didn’t do something, it wasn’t going to matter. If she came back empty-handed, Prissy would know she’d dawdled too much, and that was definitely going to earn her a spanking… “W-Wait,” she called quietly, reaching up and taking out her pacifier, half cowering behind the door to shelter her from the outside world.

The delivery person didn’t hear her, obviously. She groaned, bouncing in place, blushing at the idea of making any kind of real racket that might allow anyone else around to hear her, to tempt them to look in her direction. The yards here were big, and they likely wouldn’t be able to see her… But she didn’t know that for sure.

When she thought about the alternative, however… “W-Wait!” she tried again, forcing herself to speak up. That didn’t work either, and the delivery person reached his truck, turning to step in, letting her confirm that it was their normal guy, which she hadn’t been positive about before. “No!” she whined.

She had to do this… She pried her fingers free from the door, heart pounding, and stepped around it, to the edge of the porch. “W-Wait!” she yelled another time, louder than ever, drowned out by the sound of the truck’s engine starting up. “Wait!” she ran across the lawn, much faster than she’d thought she could move in her diaper. She waved her arms, trying to get his attention, hoping he’d show some sign it had worked so she could stop, the further she got from the house, the more chances her neighbors would have to spot her.

He finally did step back out of the truck, right before she reached him. She froze, getting a fresh, up-close reminder of how tall he was, how young, how handsome… While she was stuck standing there in a diaper, pacifier in hand. She was happily married to Harrison, didn’t really want anything to happen between her and him, but it was still humiliating to have him, of all people, seeing her this way.

She ducked her head, hoping her outfit was different enough from usual that, if he didn’t get too good a look at her face, he would assume she was someone else. “Hello, there,” he told her, his tone giving her a touch of hope, since it sounded very much like a grown-up talking to a small child. “I have something for you.”

“Th-Thanks,” Janet reached up with one hand, taking the box. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to be awkward to hold that way… But, with no pockets, and nowhere else to put her pacifier, other than her mouth, she didn’t have a choice. “S-Sorry I almost missed you…”

“That’s all right,” he assured her, as she turned around, frantic to vanish back inside as soon as she could. “Wait a minute, I need a signature.”

“Y-You do?” she gulped.

“Usually do for rush delivery,” he shrugged.

“O-Oh…” Janet blushed. She knew that, of course, the same as she knew it had to be an adult that gave that signature. This was it… The moment of truth. Did she think he knew who she was, or not? She had to look so different now – she hoped she did – he couldn’t possibly… Right? “I-I’ll go get my b-babysitter,” she mumbled, knowing that would be a humiliating thing to admit to having if she was wrong.

And, unfortunately, she was. “You can do it,” he told her, clearly not wanting to wait any longer. She whimpered softly, having not even spun all the way around, although she did still have to turn slightly to face him, see the signature pad he was holding out to her. He knew… That could have been a comfort, almost, proof that, no matter what Hazel said, she didn’t look like a little kid… But, at the moment, it was hard to see it like that.

She tried to grab the stylus, but her hands were full. Blushing, she informed him, “I-I don’t really need my… these…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the last word in front of him, or acknowledge them, so she popped the pacifier back into her mouth for safekeeping and prepared to sign. It was in the wrong hand, however, and she didn’t want to make him wait even longer for her to juggle things around, so she did her best, concentrating to try to make her name as legible as possible…

It was probably a combination of how hard she was thinking about that, how nervous she was to be standing out on her lawn, and in front of him, dressed this way, and how long she’d had to wait… It wasn’t because, as she’d just denied, she needed diapers. But, as she wrote, and felt a warm stream begin to trickle into her padding, it definitely seemed like she did to herself, and, if he noticed, likely to him, too.

She gasped behind her paci, her hand jerking downwards in shock, stylus hitting the edge of the screen and falling out of her hand, while she tried in vain to stop it. knowing that, with every passing second, her diaper was getting soggier, which was going to make it more obvious what was going on. She pressed her thighs together, whimpering, feeling the garment slowly swelling, growing wetter and wetter…

“It’s okay,” he told her kindly. “I’ll reset this, and you pick the pen back up, and we’ll try again.”

She nodded obediently, so used to following orders that she didn’t give it a second thought, although, as soon as she knelt down to grab the stylus, things got worse. Now, in a position her body was more used to, the floodgates really opened. She grabbed the pen, tried to stand back up, to at least slow it down, but she couldn’t… Her bladder needed to finish what it had started.

It was a long, mortifying minute before she could get to her feet again, and, by the time she did, her diaper was quite droopy. She had to hope he didn’t have any children, or younger siblings, or cousins, or any experience being around kids in diapers… Even then, it was hard to believe he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Numbly, she signed her name, staring down at the muscular legs poking out from the legs of his shorts as she handed the stylus back to him, unable to bring herself to look him in the eye, wondering if she’d ever be able to…

“Thanks,” he patted her on the head condescendingly, like he might do to a small child. “Sorry for… interrupting.”

“N-No,” she shook her head. “I-It’s not like that!”

He waved to her, stepping back into his truck, Janet not realizing until he was already pulling away that she’d forgotten to take her pacifier out for those words. Had he been able to understand her? If not, what did she think she’d been saying? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, although the paci was a huge comfort to her as she waddled back into the house after that humiliating experience, and headed back to the living room.

“Prissy!” Hazel scolded as soon as she stepped into the room, not giving the girl time to unload her anger and frustration for what she’d been made to do. “You wet yourself again?”

“It’s not my fault!” Janet wailed. “I told you I had to go, and you wouldn’t let me, and… No!” She gasped as she was scooped up, deposited across Janet’s lap, squirming frantically. This wasn’t fair! Was she about to get spanked anyway, after everything she’d gone through to try to avoid it?!

“If you were a big girl, you could have held it,” Zella told her, delivering a hard swat to the wriggling girl’s soggy seat. “You can’t blame me for that.”

She probably could, but, in the moment, there was no way she was going to. “I-I’m sorry!” she sniffled, tears already flowing down her cheeks, though more from embarrassing herself in front of the delivery man than a single spank. “Y-You’re right! It’s my fault!”

“Of course it it,” Zella agreed. “But I’m glad you finally admit it.”

Thankfully, she set Janet back down on the floor, standing up herself to retrieve the box that had fallen out of the girl’s hands. “I almost don’t think you deserve this surprise now,” she shook her head. “I don’t know what else I’d do with them, though.”

“Wh-What is it?” Janet asked, wiping her eyes, trailing along behind Hazel as she carried the box to the kitchen so she could get a knife to slice open the tape holding it shut. Janet had no idea what to expect, and, despite everything, she couldn’t help feeling a little excited, hoping for the best.

And then Zella reached in and pulled the first item out. At first, Janet didn’t recognize it, thought it was a shirt, until she glanced at the bottom, saw that one side hung down further than the other, ending with a trio of small, shiny, metal objects. It took another moment or two, as Hazel turned it around, letting her see the whole thing, that it clicked into place.

It was a onesie. It was mostly white, covered with pink hearts, with short, pink, frilly sleeves, several rows of white lace across the backside, and a large, pink ribbon tied into a bow above them. It looked like it had come straight out of a baby’s closet… Except it was definitely big enough to fit her.

“Wh-Why…?” she started to ask, blushing, imagining actually wearing the thing. Why would Hazel buy her something that infantile?! Where had she even found something like that in her size?!

Before Janet could fully process what she’d seen, Hazel draped it back over the box, and took out the next thing from inside. This one was a dress, white as well, but seemed more-so, with fewer decorations. The ones that were there counted all the more, however, the modest neckline, sleeves, and hem all lined in two shades of pink, a pink ribbon tied around the waist, and a large, pink oval in the center of the chest declaring the wearer a ‘Little Princess’. The worst part, though, was the sleeves and skirt, which were made of a flowery lace. The flowers themselves were opaque… The spaces in between, on the other hand…

Janet assumed it was meant to be worn with a petticoat, or slip, or something… There wasn’t anything else in the box, however. If she were to wear it, as it was, her diaper would definitely be able to be spotted beneath it, although it would at least be more hidden than it was right now, with her shirt.

“Aren’t these precious?” Hazel gushed. “I saw them, and I knew you had to have them! I think they’ll be perfect for our shopping trip!”

“No!” Janet shook her head, imagining actually wearing those things – much less a diaper – in public. “W-We don’t need to go shopping!”

“Yes, we do,” Zella informed her. “You are going through diapers at a record pace, young lady… Unless you want to wake up in a wet bed, and leave puddles all over the house…”

“I wouldn’t!” Janet promised.

Hazel sighed, giving the rapidly cooling diaper around the girl’s waist a pat. “Well, excuse me for not believing you on that. Come on, we’d better get you changed.”

She picked up the garments, took Janet’s hand, and led her back to the guest room, draping the clothes over the crib’s bars while she changed her into a fresh diaper. “All right,” Zella said, once she was done, “what do you want to wear, sweetie?”

“C-Can’t you go on your own?” Janet tried. She didn’t think she’d be able to talk the girl out of keeping her in diapers… Maybe she could at least avoid going any further outside than she’d already been. “I-I’ll be good. I can finish up my homework!”

Zella smirked. “Nice try. Come on, Prissy, choose. You can have either of these, or… Oh!” Her eyes lit up as she walked over to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a tiny, pleated – obviously pink – skirt. It had probably been Hazel’s at some point, a long time ago… And it was definitely too short to hide Janet’s diaper.

“All right, Prissy,” Hazel started again. “It’s up to you… You can go out in that,” she gestured to what Janet was already wearing, “and this,” she gave the skirt a shake, “or one of those. Which will it be?”

Janet looked over her options with a pout. She didn’t really want to wear any of them, but she also didn’t want to make Zella any madder at her by refusing to answer, or seeming ungrateful for the ‘presents’ she’d bought for her. Which was she going to pick?!

The onesie?

The dress?

Or the crop top and skirt?

 

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