The Birthday Fairy

Symone sighed, feeling exhausted as she tucked her already-sleeping charge into his crib. “All that fuss,” she mused quietly, looking down at Daniel, freshly one year old.

As the nanny, she had, of course, been expected to help at his birthday party, decorating, looking after large groups of toddlers, none of whom actually seemed to have any real understanding of what was going on, changing many, many diapers… And did the birthday boy care? He’d liked his cake, and the presents, sure, but otherwise, he might as well have just been at daycare, except with the parents there on the sidelines, doing nothing while Symone did the work of the entire staff.

And all for what? He definitely wasn’t going to remember this when he got older, and she doubted many – if any – of his ‘friends’, which were really his parents’ friends’ children, who he barely knew, would, either. It felt so pointless, so extravagant…

“Let me tell you a secret,” she said quietly into the crib, not loud enough for the occupant to wake up, or actually hear, since it was mostly for her own benefit. “Birthdays are stupid.”

She felt a strange jolt run through her, and, quickly, she turned around, half expecting to find the boy’s parents behind her. While they weren’t there, she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. She blushed self-consciously, tugging at the hem of her shirt, making sure it hadn’t ridden up any to potentially show off the waistband of her underwear while she was leaning on the crib railing.

“Hello?” She felt silly even saying it, able to see, right away, that there was nobody else in the room, other than Daniel.

From out of nowhere, a thought entered her mind, an answer, almost to what she’d said before she’d started to creep herself out. She was just jealous… That was why she thought that about birthdays. And, perhaps, that was the root of it. Maybe her parents had thrown her a party like the one she’d just survived when she was very young; all that did was prove her point about the baby not remembering, because, as far as she could recall, she’d never had a big party, nothing more than her immediate family, maybe one friend, or her grandparents.

Did she want one? She was a fairly quiet person now, but it might have been nice to have at least one memory of a huge party, just for her, when she was a kid. And, of course, there was the fact that her own birthday was about to happen, and she was positive nothing was going to happen for it at all. Her friends knew better than to do anything too much, and her employers had just thrown a huge party, so there was no way they were going to do more for her so soon. Sure, she thought, it was possible she was feeling some residual resentment over all of that. Obviously the party was for the baby… They could have mentioned her birthday was about to happen, too, though.

But… No. She shook her head, not certain why she was arguing with herself, or how she’d almost swayed her own opinion. “No, birthdays are just dumb,” she said again. “Always have been, always will be.”

She went about the last of her duties for the day, straightening up, making sure his nightlight was plugged in and ready to come on once she turned out the main lights in the room, completely unaware of the other person in there with her, watching unhappily, arms folded into a sulk. The birthday fairy had given her a chance to apologize, to take back what she’d said… Now, she was going to have to do something much more drastic.

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 1

This is a sort of sequel to the first CYOA story I did on my Patreon, exploring another route of what could have happened there. If you’d like to read the original story, you can find it here. Since it’s using the same set-up, the start of the story is the same, so, if you feel you remember it well enough, you can skip to the new stuff by searching for *** with your browser.

“All right, everyone, it’s time for snacks!” Emily announced, watching as the crowd of littles glanced up from their blocks and dollhouses and climbed to their feet, almost every one hindered by the extra thick diapers she insisted be used for anyone not deemed potty trained enough at one of her centers. It was for the best, really… The workers didn’t have to worry about having to clean up leaks, even for the stubborn littles that didn’t like to admit they’d had an accident, or hid from diaper checks. The babies could keep playing longer without having to be interrupted for changes. And she made even more money, since it was her brand of diapers, and a lot of families wound up buying some to use at home, too.

She observed the workers passing out snacks, making mental notes on how well they handled the littles, both when they were being sweet and grateful, but also when they complained they didn’t get the flavor they wanted, or that they were lactose intolerant and they would be having accidents all day if they hate that, or any little’s favorite refrain, that they didn’t deserve to be in diapers, or treated like a child.

Emily didn’t work here, of course; she hadn’t worked in a daycare for years now. Sometimes she missed it, getting to look after the cute little things day in and day out, watch their progress from defiant divas to diapered darlings. Back when it had been just her and a couple employees, she’d enjoyed putting bets on how long it would take for their new charges… It always happened, eventually, it was simply a matter of time.

Now, she spent most of her time in her office, managing all her locations, ensuring they ran smoothly. Sometimes, she missed this, which made days when she got to get out and visit in person, extra special. She missed the distinctive smell of a daycare at times, the faint ammonia, and almost overwhelming baby powder, and the sound of littles laughing, or crying, but almost definitely crinkling loudly whenever they made the slightest move. And, besides being necessary, since she had to make sure everyone working for her was up to her standards, she got a definite thrill from calling an employee to the office and berating them about a job badly done until they looked as sad as a little who was being told they had to stop playing a game for naptime.

That wasn’t the real reason she was here this time, although she couldn’t help keeping an eye out anyway. The snacks were her main focus, but if she spotted a worker misbehaving while they handed them out, she’d be all too happy to handle that as well. Like the diapers, she’d developed the snacks in-house, too, and had been hoping they would be the next big hit for her, to give her the capital to open a few more daycare locations…

Instead, just like in the last test, she saw a bunch of wrinkled, up-turned noses. A few of the more notoriously picky eaters were loaded into high chairs, and force-fed, but, otherwise, she didn’t see anyone take more than a couple bites. She shook her head, grumbling to herself about how picky littles were, how unsophisticated their palates were, positive that was the reason… She wasn’t going for anything fancy, and had dumbed the recipe down more than once, yet the ungrateful brats still didn’t like it.

What was she going to do?! Her company wasn’t in trouble, by any means, but there were only so many littles… The other Amazons already had their minds made up whether they wanted to enroll them with her, at one of the mechanical places, or somewhere smaller, so, other than fresh captures, she wasn’t getting many new clients in her current locations. The revenue stream she could have gotten from launching her line of snacks – which, ideally, the littles would beg to have at home after tasting and loving them at daycare, until their Amazonian parents caved in and bought them – would have made her feel so much better about her newest location, the first in that city, and its slower than usual growth.

There had to be something else she could do… She’d had other ideas, but the snack line had felt so right, so easy to integrate into what she was already doing. Perhaps she could start requiring uniforms, then spin off a fashion line that fit within the uniform requirements, while being cuter than the regular ones so the littles would want to upgrade? She’d been very close to using the newest location as a test for that, only to change her mind at the last minute. Now, especially with her older locations, she was afraid, no matter how she spun it, suddenly demanding her clients send their littles to daycare only in clothes that were sold by her company would be too obvious a cash grab.

No, she was going to have to do something different… And she knew exactly who to ask for help.

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Natalie lifted her head from the microscope, heart pounding as she pushed her glasses up to wipe her eyes. Had she really just seen that?! Or was she going insane from staring at it for so long? At this point, either possibility seemed equally likely.

As much as she wanted to go right back to it, she forced herself to calm down so she could think clearly. She’d known this was possible for months, years even, and that it was only a matter of finding a way to implement it… She’d been starting to suspect she’d never figure out what that was, until now.

This was insane… This could change everything! Even just the concept of it had the potential to change the way the world worked, and how people interacted…. If she wasn’t hallucinating, or seeing what she wanted, thanks to a lack of sleep and human interaction.

It would have been nice to have someone else to talk to about it, but that ship had sailed long ago. She’d had a wonderful little who worked with her for a while, until someone from another lab mistook her for an assistant, got the poor thing all worked up, then, after the little tripped and dropped the the tray of empty vials she’d been carrying, snapped her up and forcibly adopted her. The last time Natalie had seen her, she was being dragged off by the ear, receiving a lecture over how dangerous that could have been if the wrong chemicals had been in those tubes.

It was definitely a pity… She’d been very smart, and gifted. Natalie didn’t like to say, ‘for a little’, since she thought most of them didn’t get a fair chance to show off how capable they were… In general, the girl had been a huge help to her. Most of the other scientists Natalie considered working with said it was impossible when she told them what she was working on, or shied away from the idea of it… She had been all for it, from the start.

Natalie was about to check her findings again, to confirm this had all been worthwhile after all, when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Generally, when she was working, she didn’t notice it – indeed, when she looked at it, she saw she’d missed a call, and several text messages – but the timing had worked out perfectly this time.

The face on the caller ID was almost the same as hers, other than the glasses perched on Natalie’s face being missing in the picture. The hair was much different… Her twin kept her hair cropped shorter, more professional, and dyed red, while Natalie’s was their natural brown, quite a bit longer, and desperate for a trim to tame her split ends so it didn’t look quite as messy.

“Hey, Em,” Natalie answered. “What’s up?”

“You are still alive,” her sister said.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of something,” Natalie replied. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Emily answered, in a tone that would have tipped Nat off she was lying even if they weren’t twins. “We just haven’t done supper in a while. I thought we could get together.”

There was a reason for that… Natalie loved her sister, of course, and, though she didn’t completely support what she did for a living, since she suspected a lot of the littles in Emily’s daycares didn’t need looking after in that way, she was still mostly proud of how successful she was. That didn’t mean she wanted to help her develop a drug to get people addicted to her snacks, though, or find some other way to trick them out of even more money.

“You know what?” Natalie mused out loud. “You’re right. Do you want to get together tonight?”

She was used to Emily, after all, and could deflect her attempts to suck her into her schemes; she’d been doing it all her life. And she wanted to either celebrate her victory, or mourn another dead end, with somebody…

“Yeah!” Emily sounded surprised, clearly having expected her to put up more of a fight. “I’d love that.”

They decided on where and when, and Natalie hung up, turned back towards the microscope, feeling better already. Whichever way this went, she resolved, it would be all right… She took a deep breath and pressed her eye to the lens, holding her breath.

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Emily knew her sister well enough to know she was hiding something from her, but she waited until dessert to ask, or bring up business at all. Natalie was expecting it, after all… It was better to at least ply her with some cake first.

“Okay, so what’s up?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you this antsy since we were waiting to get our ACT scores back.”

Natalie blushed, obviously having convinced herself she’d been hiding it. “I-It’s nothing big,” she lied. “I just got some good news at work.”

“Come on, Nat,” Emily scooted closer to her in her chair. “Tell me!”

“I-I don’t think you’d really be that inter…” Natalie stammered.

“I’m your sister,” Emily told her. “Of course I’m interested. I might not understand it, but I’d love to nod and smile while you tell me. I can tell you want to talk to somebody about it.”

She was right; she always was, when it came to reading Natalie. “I-I don’t know why I brought it with me,” she blushed, reaching into her pocket to pull out a capped syringe. “I guess I was afraid… I-I mean, I’ve been working on this for years, so it’s not like somebody was just going to break into my lab and steal it tonight, since I didn’t tell anyone I’d finally cracked it, but…”

“What is it?” Emily asked.

“I know this sounds crazy,” Natalie lowered her voice, although there were a few tables between them and the next diners, who were too busy staring at each other, starry-eyed, to care what the sisters were talking about. “I know people say that you’re born the size you’re supposed to be, but… Well, I wasn’t sure that was completely true.”

“What are you saying?” Emily frowned, lost in her sister’s rambling.

“This can shrink cells,” Natalie told her. “I-I don’t have any test subjects yet, but I’m pretty positive this could shrink an Amazon down to the size of a little… And I have a feeling, with a little more tinkering, I can figure out how to reverse that, and grow a little up to the size of an Amazon. This could do wonders for equality, and littles rights, and… I mean, it could change the world, I think!”

Emily could always tell when her sister was lying; Natalie could do the same with her. She was right that it seemed insane, but she definitely believed it. “Wow, Nat,” Emily shook her head. “That’s…”

She wasn’t sure what to say, although the dollar signs were already swimming through her eyes. This was perfect… There were certainly some immature Amazons out there who deserved a stay at one of her daycares, and surely plenty of littles who would want to get revenge on Amazons who had mistreated them… If that was something she could provide exclusively at her daycares, she wouldn’t have a choice – she’d have to build more locations to accommodate all her new clients!

“Wow,” she said finally, reaching out to touch the syringe. “And you’re sure it works?”

Natalie saw the look in her eyes, tried to pull it back, out of her reach. “I shouldn’t have brought this here,” she shook her head, glaring as Emily’s fingers closed around it tightly. “Let go, Em!”

“Natalie, I need this,” Emily pleaded. “I swear, I wouldn’t let it get abused, but it’s exactly what I need to save my business… I’d give you a cut of the profits, of course, and you’d have plenty of money to keep working on finding that other stuff…” She already had plans for how she could take advantage of the growth serum as well, by having Natalie find a way to make its effects last a certain amount of time. It could be a reward, for littles who were especially mature one day, or maybe they’d sell it by the day, so any of them that wanted to be big would have to keep coming back for a fresh dose, or risk everyone finding out they’d been a little all along, simply posing as an Amazon. Maybe she’d do the same with the one that shrunk the Amazons, too, so it would work as a temporary punishment, or, if a little was keeping a former tormentor small, they’d have to keep paying for the drug, or risk the Amazon getting big and showing them who was really in charge.

“I don’t think you understand what I made this for, Emily,” Natalie glared. “This isn’t some money-making scheme, I’m trying…”

“Oh, of course I don’t understand,” Emily shot back, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a genius like you, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Natalie sighed. “I just…”

“I am your sister!” Emily told her. “And I need your help! That’s all I want!”

She heard something bounce off the table, and looked down to see the cap of the syringe lying there, then back up at the shining needle, caught between the hands of the two sisters. Her heart began to race; she would have loved to do this with her sister, yes, but it would also be nice to see the little nerd back in diapers, enrolled in one of Emily’s daycares where she couldn’t feel superior to anyone. Honestly, for refusing to help her family, she kind of deserved it… And there had to be someone else who could replicate the formula Natalie had made, who was willing to work with Emily.

“Emily, stop it!” Natalie ordered, noticing that her sister was starting to push the needle towards her arm, and shoving back. “This isn’t funny!”

“You said you didn’t have any test subjects,” Emily teased, sweat starting to form on her brow as she fought to keep the drug away from her. “Why not volunteer yourself?”

“Why?” Natalie sneered. “You’d be so much better as a candidate… I bet nobody would ever guess you were ever anything but a baby.”

Emily was a little shocked at the venom in her sister’s voice. She’d always suspected Natalie looked down on her, but she hadn’t expected anything like that. She really would benefit from being shown she was too big for her britches, by making her too small for them. It would be fun to see her trying to show up how smart she was, with all the employees just looking at her like she was spouting out meaningless baby babble…

The sisters stared daggers at one another, each struggling for control of the syringe, locked in combat, hands growing sweatier, more slick, more tired, until, finally, one of the girls was able to snatch it away with the triumphant grin of a victor.

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“Emily, you give that back right now!” Natalie insisted. “Th-This isn’t funny… You don’t understand how it works, or the dangers of it, or…”

She let out a yelp, more from surprise and horror than actual pain, as her sister jabbed the syringe into her arm. Natalie’s eyes widened, reaching frantically with her other hand, trying to get to the needle before the drug could enter her system…

“Dumb little baby,” Emily sneered. “Still trying to sound smarter than me, even when I’ve already beaten you.”

And, with that, she pushed in the plunger, and it was too late. “No, no, no,” Natalie shook her head, stomach churning, seeing her brilliant scientific breakthrough vanish from the syringe, into her arm. She’d been so proud of pulling it off, but never in a million years had she imagined it being used on her, much less that she’d be the very first test subject.

There was nothing she could do about it now; she knew that better than anyone. Her only hope was that it didn’t work on people, that all of her work hadn’t paid off after all. There was a sense of triumph, seeing her hand starting to shrink before her eyes, but it was extremely short-lived.

“Come on,” Emily grabbed her by the hand, yanking her out of her chair, slinging Natalie’s purse over her shoulder, beside her own. “We can’t let anyone see this!”

“What are you talking about?!” Natalie was positive they’d draw more attention running through the restaurant this way than if they just sat and let it happen, but she’d already lost a couple inches on her twin, which was enough to make resisting her more challenging. “W-We didn’t pay for our food!” she tried to reason, stumbling forward, getting dragged along.

“That’s not important now!” Emily hissed. “I’ll give them the biggest tip they’ve ever seen next time I come here to make up for it… After all the money this is going to make me, I’ll be able to afford it.”

“Em!” Natalie whined, her clothes rapidly growing larger on her, making it more difficult to keep up. She had to catch her pants to prevent them from sliding down, exposing her underwear to everyone they passed, and her shoes were starting to flop around like clown shoes, threatening to trip her with every step. Already, not even out of the restaurant, she was down to the size of a ‘tweener, looking more like Emily’s misbehaving daughter, playing dress-up, than her twin.

It was almost a relief when the shoes finally came off – or, rather, she stepped out of them – leaving her padding along in her socks. They were sagging, too, yet it was far easier to walk normally in them, her ever-shortening legs having to work harder and harder to keep her arm from being yanked out of its socket by Emily’s strong grip.

“Sorry,” Emily told the hostess as they blew past, not even stopping. “We have to go get something out of the car for this little nuisance. We’ll be right back.”

Natalie turned, silently begging the hostess for help with her eyes. She was simply holding her pants now, the waistband so large that it would have dropped to her ankles instantly if she let go. Her underwear was sliding down her legs inside them, though at least her shirt was drooping down low enough to keep her from flashing any skin from behind, where they were hanging very low.

The hostess had to see something was wrong… She had to remember they’d come in separately, that Natalie had been Amazon-sized when she did! But, as Natalie was manhandled towards the door, she realized it didn’t actually matter; whether the woman knew that or not, there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

“Oh, I totally understand!” the hostess called after them. “Just let us know if you need an ice pack for her bottom when you come back in!”

An ice pack..? Natalie’s face blazed once she worked it out, recognized that the hostess thought she was being taken out to the car to be spanked. “That’s not a bad idea,” Emily mused, giving her sister’s backside a swat.

Natalie gasped, not only from that, but from her legs getting tangled in her pants, making her stumble at the contact from Emily’s hand. She didn’t fall, thanks to Emily keeping a hold of her… The close call did pull the pants out of her grasp, however, and they pooled around her ankles, underwear following suit, and, within a few more steps, she’d left them behind.

“Emily, stop!” she begged, her now free hand raising up to her mouth, shocked to hear how high and squeaky her voice sounded. Even her shirt and her coat were starting to fall off of her, the neckhole gaping open, threatening to show off her chest, the hem almost low enough to start getting tangled up in her feet, like her pants had moments earlier.

Emily didn’t; instead, she reached down, picking Natalie up, right through her shirt, plucking her out of the last of her clothes, leaving her shirt, her coat, her bra lying on the ground in a pile, resting the shrunken woman on her hip.

“Emily!” Natalie squirmed, feeling her sister’s hand on her bare bottom, pressing harder against her side, despite how much she wanted to break free, trying to hide her breasts as best she could.

Emily could move much faster, without Natalie trying to keep up with her. In no time, she was to her car, pressing on the key fob until the trunk popped open slightly, letting her yank it open with her free hand.

“Perfect,” she smiled, grabbing a car seat from inside, dropping Natalie’s purse off in its place. “I was hoping I hadn’t lent this out…”

“No, I don’t need that!” Natalie whined, struggling futilely. Technically, though, she probably did… Perhaps not one this big and elaborate, but she knew people her size were required to at least use boosters if they were going to ride in Amazon-sized cars, for safety reasons.

Emily ignored her, shoving her into the back seat of the car, pushing her to the far side as she worked to get the car seat installed on the closer one.

“E-Emily, you hafta take me to my lab,” Natalie sniffed. “I-I need to reverse this…”

Of course, she knew she was a very long way from being able to do that. She’d just figured this out… Working out the safe way to do the opposite could take months, if not years. If it was possible at all; theoretically, it should be, but there was no guarantee… She might be stuck at this size forever!

“Why would I want to let you do that?” Emily asked. “I haven’t even got to have any fun with my new baby sister yet!”

“This isn’t a game, Emily!” Natalie stomped her foot, for all the good it did her. Her tiny foot barely made any sound as she stamped it against the floorboards of the car. She looked around, head spinning as it sank in that she was, in fact, standing up in a car, fully, something she hadn’t been able to do for years… And the roof was still so tall, she wasn’t sure she could reach it, even on her tip-toes!

“No,” Emily agreed, “it isn’t. This is business… And, just looking at how adorable you are like this, I can tell this is going to make me a lot of money.”

“That’s not what this is for!” Natalie insisted.

Emily ignored her protest, turning back towards the car seat. “I saw I had some other things in the trunk, too,” she commented. “I’m sure I told you about how I developed my own brand of diapers for my daycare, didn’t I? I know you didn’t bother to congratulate me, or come to my big launch event for them, but I’m sure I told you…”

“No, Emily!” Natalie shook her head, nibbling at her bottom lip. She wasn’t really going to put her in one of those… Was she?! Natalie was an adult, a scientist, a genius, to be honest… She didn’t belong in diapers! “You can’t!”

“Oh, I can’t?” Emily raised an eyebrow. “I think we’re well beyond the stage where you can tell me what I can or can’t do, little lady. Besides, you don’t have anything else to wear, do you? Do you really want to ride around naked?”

“N-No,” Natalie admitted. A diaper wasn’t going to be enough to actually solve that problem, however, since most of what was going to be visible from the car’s window would still be bare. “B-But…”

Her sister was already ignoring her again, not caring what she had to say. Natalie looked around, trying to deduce a way out of this mess. There was another door, right behind her… The question was whether or not she could get out of it, and away, before Emily caught her. The shrinking seemed to have stopped, at least, but it had left Natalie at a huge size disadvantage, and little hope of outrunning her sister, if it came down to that.

Emily also had her purse, and with it, her phone and her car keys. Natalie probably wouldn’t have been able to drive like this, her legs far to short to reach the pedals in her car, though she’d feel better if she could lock herself in and call someone for help. The trunk was closed, unfortunately, and the key fob was in Emily’s purse, still swinging at her side as she worked on the car seat.

She had seen Emily take the fob out, and put it back, and it was in an outer pocket. Theoretically, if she was sneaky enough – and Emily was absorbed enough in fighting with the car seat – she could get it out and use it herself… Was she tall enough to get her purse out of the trunk on her own, though? And could she really count on her being distracted long enough to pull this off?

She didn’t have a lot of good options, but she knew she had to do something, that just standing there and watching wasn’t going to get her anywhere. She looked around, trying desperately to decide what the best thing to do, what would be the most likely to work. They were all risky, in their own way… Which would be the best?!

Should she…

Go out the closer car door and make a run for it?

Try to sneak past Emily and get the keys from her purse?

Stay put, and attempt to talk Emily out of putting her in a diaper, at least?

Or bide her time silently, and wait for a better opportunity?

This decision has already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories, at my Patreon!

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 31

Janet’s head swam as she squirmed in place, feeling the soggy diapers between her thighs. Was she seriously going to do this?! She wanted to keep Harrison from finding out, and, at least in the moment, there only appeared to be one way to guarantee that, even though, in that case, she was committing to keeping her secret for much, much longer…

“O-Okay, ma’am,” she nodded, hardly able to believe she was doing this. “I-I’ll keep coming to school here.”

“Oh, you will?” Deanna’s eyes glimmered, mouth curling upwards. “Are you sure? I’d better not hear one more peep about you from here on… If you get into trouble, if you start failing any more than you already are, if you sass your teachers, you’re going to end up right back in my office. And, while I would never dream of using corporal punishment on my other students, for you… Well, I’d be happy to paddle your padded backside as many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson.”

Janet gulped; there was no reason for her to doubt the woman, to think she wouldn’t go through with it. She was about to start a double life, but not a cool one, like a superhero, or an amateur detective, determined to solve the case of her best friend’s murder… She was a housewife, spending her days attending middle school in diapers, then having to rush to get her homework done before her husband returned home so he wouldn’t find out… And, whenever her stepdaughter came to visit, she was completely at the girl’s mercy.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” she sighed, resigning herself to her fate for the next few months. All she had to do was get through this, and then, by summer, things would be back to normal… As long as Hazel wasn’t around.

“Very good,” Deanna grinned. “But Prissy? I’m afraid if I’m going to let you graduate, you’re going to have to pass all your classes.”

Janet nibbled her bottom lip. “A-All of them?”

“Every single one,” Deanna clarified. “And that includes PE… And Spanish.”

Janet wasn’t sure which was worse… She had so many bad memories of getting changed in the locker room when she’d gone through school the first time, and she hadn’t even had diapers to hide back then. She couldn’t imagine that kids had gotten enough nicer since then that she wouldn’t be mercilessly teased and bullied as soon as they saw those, or that the rumors about what she wore wouldn’t spread through the entire school within a day. She was bound to find the next generation of Hazel’s gang there, ready to torment her… And this time, they’d have something extra juicy to make fun of her for.

And what would she be able to do about it? It wouldn’t be fair for her, an adult, to fight back against these kids… Not to mention that, if she did, she was bound to wind up back here, in the principal’s office, and Deanna had already made it clear how that was going to end. 

“I-I don’t have to wear my d-diapers to gym, do I?” she tried. The secret was almost certain to get out eventually anyway, though that could buy her some time. If she was careful enough about what she wore, she could delay it, but she simply couldn’t imagine someone not figuring it out before the end of the school year.

“Let’s see,” Deanna said, the words sounding more like a command than a wistful musing. A moment later, she pointed to the floor in front of her chair. “Now.”

Janet scurried over to the spot obediently, confused until the woman lifted her skirt, running a hand along her diaper. “No, I don’t think so,” she shook her head, turning the girl around, rubbing the wet spot that had crept up the padding. “Maybe if you’d been dry, we could have talked about it, but this makes it obvious that you can’t be trusted out of your diapers for any length of time… In fact, maybe I’ll see about banning you from the restrooms.”

“Y-You can’t…!” Janet started to whine, only for her words to turn into a squeal as the principal’s hands curled around the waistband of her diaper, and gave it a sharp tug. She squirmed, Velcro-fastened sneakers squeaking on the floor as the wet padding lifted her up, feet trying to find purchase as she was raised up onto her tip-toes, diaper.

She was getting wedgied, while in a diaper, by the principal, the person she should be able to turn to for help. The helplessness of her situation really set in as she struggled fruitlessly, tears stinging her eyes, before, finally, Deanna seemed to get bored, letting go of her, dropping her back onto the floor, the girl tugging at the padding, whimpering.

“I couldn’t resist,” Deanna chuckled. “And you’d better get used to it… I have a feeling a lot of other people won’t be able to, either, once they find out you aren’t just a dork… You’re a diaper dork.”

Janet wanted to yell at her how it was her job to make sure that didn’t happen, to keep her students safe… Or at least beg her to let her switch classes, to get out of Spanish. Everything else, she was confident, with some time, she could get back into the rhythm of, even math… Spanish, she was going to have to genuinely learn, and put in a lot of extra work to get up to the point where she could pass the class before the end of the year… Her other homework, she was confident she could knock out before Harrison got home most days, but she wasn’t so sure about this one…

She could already tell neither of those things were going to get her anywhere, however. Deanna was happy to let her get bullied again, like she and her friends had done to her when they were younger – if anything, it might discourage the bullies from picking on their other classmates – and there was no way she was going to take it easy on her academically. It was only middle school, after all… As an adult, it shouldn’t be that hard for Janet to pass her classes… If she had problems with them, maybe she deserved to be here, instead of spending her days lounging around the house, or shopping, or just using her adult privileges to do anything she wanted.

“You have a few minutes before the busses will start arriving,” Deanna told her. “Go get another change… I don’t want you leaking all over the seats.”

That was the end of the discussion. Janet nodded, shuffling back out of the office, down the hall, the reality of what she’d agreed to pushing down on her as she headed to the nurse’s office. “You’ve really gone through these,” the nurse said as she cleaned her up. “Can I trust you to remember to bring more, or should I write a note for your parents?”

“I-I’ll do it!” Janet promised. She didn’t want to, but she had a feeling that, if she didn’t, Harrison would be getting a call, and, after what she was doing to avoid that now, that wasn’t worth the risk. Just because she was wearing the diapers didn’t mean she had to use them… The fiber was what had made her have her worst accidents, and hopefully that was out of her system now…

Then again, this newest change was one she couldn’t blame on that; she had wet herself without thinking about it, more than once. She prayed that wouldn’t happen when she was back home, and in panties again, for the first time in what felt like months, that the sensation of the thin cloth would be enough to remind her not to pee her pants, especially when Harrison was around… That would have been so much easier if she wasn’t going back to diapers every weekday during school hours, however.

The bus ride home was a big improvement over the one that morning, if only because she wasn’t messy. She was able to knock out a good bit of her homework, and, now that she knew this wasn’t a single day, she was confident that, most days, she’d be able to get the rest done during lunch… Except that pesky Spanish. For today, she had to race off the bus, grabbing the key that, luckily, Hazel hadn’t bluffed about leaving for her, changing into her own grown-up clothes.

They felt strange, after being dressed, and treated like, an overgrown toddler for the weekend. She told herself it was in a good way, that she’d get used to it again in no time… Of course, it was going to be back to diapers and childish outfits tomorrow morning. She still got to pretend things were normal… But only in the afternoons and evenings, after school.

The nursery furniture Hazel had moved into the guest room was too big for her to deal with on her own, so she’d have to leave it there until she found someone to help her, although she had no idea who that could be, who she’d trust to see all that and not say anything to Harrison, or put two and two together when they noticed it was all big enough for Janet to fit into herself. They used it rarely enough that she didn’t think it would be a problem for a while… She just would have liked not to have to look at all of that whenever she went there to fetch a diaper to put herself into on the bus ride, or extras for her backpack to deliver to the nurse. Not to mention it being there made it easier for Hazel to torment her whenever she came to visit…

Her stomach lurched at the sound of the front door opening and, quickly, she exited the room, closing the door behind herself, rushing out to see Harrison in the entryway, setting down his bags.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed, nearly jumping into his arms, hating how easily she’d almost slipped into calling him, ‘Daddy,’ though, thankfully, she’d stopped herself short. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you, too,” he chuckled, returning her hug, and adding a kiss to it. “Is everything all right?”

Immediately, she started to nibble at her bottom lip, feet shuffling. “I-I had a little to drink,” she lied, suddenly recalling what had happened at the start of all this, how she’d dropped one of the bottles of wine, so one would be missing if he went to check. “M-Maybe more than a little…”  She felt like a little girl, confessing to being naughty, standing there, blushing, in front of him. 

“Oh,” he blinked, taken aback. “Well… That’s fine. You’re certainly welcome to have as much as you want… I was just surprised to see you so excited to see me. It was only a weekend.”

She glanced down at herself, cheeks darkening, realizing that was all it was. She’d been sure she’d wet herself again, and that was why he’d asked her the question – her panties did feel a bit damp – but there was no visible wet spot. “I-It felt like longer,” she told him. It was very nice to see him, to feel protected, having him nearby… Hazel wasn’t there, yet, even if she had been, she wouldn’t try anything too bad with him at the house, too… Probably.

She was feeling much more like her old self after spending some time with him, especially in their bedroom. She still had to think about keeping her pants dry, which was embarrassing to have to concentrate on at her age, but, other than that, and having to dodge any specific questions about what she’d done with her holiday weekend, she almost convinced herself she was a grown-up again, until she remembered she hadn’t finished up her homework.

She tried to finish it up while he was taking a shower, rushing through, simply praying she’d gotten enough right to stay out of Deanna’s office, knowing she’d do better the next day, when she’d be smart enough to use lunch to plow through the easy stuff. Spanish, of course, was the trouble spot, and she was still struggling with it when he emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his thinning hair with a towel.

“What are you doing?” he asked, peeking into the living room to find her hunched over the textbook, taking her by surprise.

“N-Nothing!” she shouted back automatically, before blushing and shaking her head. “I-I thought maybe I’d learn a new language,” she told him; it wasn’t a complete lie, other than it being her choice. 

“Any particular reason?” he leaned over the couch, seeing the book before she could try to cover it. “Are you trying to hint that you want to go to Tijuana or something?” he teased.

“Y-Yeah,” she nodded. “Maybe.”

“I might be able to make that happen,” he smiled. Janet smiled back; perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought. If she had a reason to be studying the language, so she wouldn’t feel self-conscious about doing it around Harrison, she had a shot at making this work, passing the class… As long as she kept up with the rest of her homework when he wasn’t around. “You know what?” he mused after a moment. “You should have Hazel help you with that.”

“H-Hazel?” Janet squirmed at the sound of the girl’s name.

“My daughter, remember? She called me earlier today and said she was thinking about coming to visit this weekend… She feels bad she hasn’t been around, so she wanted to come meet you. I have some work to do at the office, but that might be for the best anyway… I won’t get in the way, so you’ll have plenty of time to get to know one another. And she studied Spanish, so she could probably give you some pointers.”

“O-Oh,” Janet struggled to stay calm, to stop herself from popping her thumb into her mouth anxiously. Hazel couldn’t even let her get through a whole week without coming back to boss her around?! And she knew if she tried to weasel her way out of it, Zella would make sure she regretted it. “Gr-Great,” she forced a smile. Harrison would be there some, so it wouldn’t be as bad… But it was still another weekend she was going to have to spend doing whatever Hazel told her to, no doubt in diapers as much as the younger girl thought she could get away with.

“I’m sure the two of you will hit it off,” Harrison told her. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to get her to tutor you,” he suggested with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be funny? Getting tutored by your own stepdaughter?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet made herself mumble. “Hilarious…”

“Oh, Janet!” Harrison’s eyes widened. She followed his gaze, blushing bright red as she saw that, this time, there was a wet spot on her pants, no doubt brought on by the thought of having to spend the rest of the week as a diapered middle schooler, then go into the weekend to end up straight back under Hazel’s thumb… “Maybe you did have too much to drink…”

“Y-Yeah,” she fibbed, scrambling off the couch. “Th-That must be it… S-Sorry, I’ll clean all this up…”

“It’s all right,” he smiled gently. “It happens. I can take care of the sofa… You just go wash yourself up, and then maybe you should go to bed…”

She nodded reluctantly, knowing it was a good idea, but hating how it felt anyway. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow, after all, and an even longer week waiting after that… And, unless she wanted to pretend she was developing a bad drinking habit, she wasn’t going to have that to blame any future accidents on. She was going to have to work hard to maintain her crumbling potty training, and keep her grades up so she wouldn’t have to visit Deanna, and try to keep Hazel happy so she wouldn’t tell Harrison the ‘secret’ she’d made up about her, and had plenty of evidence to support, despite how false it was… And the more her training slipped while she was at home, the more real it was going to look if Zella did tell her dad that she had a diaper fetish…

Her life had gotten so much more complicated than it had been at the start of the weekend. It was nice, having a few hours a day to be a big girl… Or was that going to end up making it harder for her, in the long run? Maybe it would have been easier, not having to switch back and forth, even if it meant fully accepting her role as a little girl… With how quickly it had deteriorated over the weekend, she suspected it wouldn’t have been long before she was totally incontinent, if she’d had to wear diapers all the time. 

Even now, being in them ‘just’ during the day, she was afraid she’d end up chipping away at her remaining control… She could only hope there was some left by the end of the school year… And that she learned enough Spanish to be able to graduate, so she wouldn’t have to go back in the fall and start all over again.

The End

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When Mom’s Away…

“Bye, Mom!” Jennifer gave her a big hug. “Have fun!”

Ariana stood back, barely containing her smirk, unsurprised to hear the quaver in her step-sister’s voice, or the hint of wetness in her eyes when she turned around. If anything, it was a shock that the brunette hadn’t called her mother ‘Mommy’.

“Bye, pumpkin,” Anita smiled, hugging her back. “This was so sweet of all of you, but I’ll miss you!”

Ariana rolled her eyes; she wasn’t even going to be gone that long! For Mother’s Day, they’d gotten her a private, overnight trip to the spa, just some time to herself to relax and not have to think about anyone else. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal… Ariana and Jennifer were both nineteen, more than old enough to take care of themselves, despite how utterly immature Jenny was.

And, of course, Ariana’s dad would be there, too, so they wouldn’t even really have to. There was no reason for all this drama, but she’d been positive Jennifer was going to bring it anyway, and she had. She was such a co-dependent little baby… It was almost embarrassing simply to be related to her now.

“Bye, Anita,” Ariana nodded, once Jennifer finally extracted herself from her mother’s arms. She was never sure what to do with the woman, whether she should hug her, or shake her hand… For all the time that Anita and her dad had been dating, she hadn’t gotten to know Anita all that well,, so a hug felt too familiar; a handshake was definitely too weird and sterile, though.

They settled on a hug, but it was predictably awkward. They watched her go, waving from the front porch, Ariana’s grin slowly growing as the car grew smaller and smaller in the distance, knowing that Anita was now too far away to defend her precious daughter from her plan.

It had started back when they’d first made the plans to get Anita this getaway for Mother’s Day… Or, really, it had started back when Ariana and Jennifer had first met. “Your dad is so cool,” Jenny had told Ariana. “What is he like?”

“I don’t know,” Ariana had shrugged, already taking a dislike to the girl. “Like a dad, I guess? He’s fine…”

But that was all Jennifer wanted to talk about… It was pretty obvious that she had a crush on him, one that she, of course couldn’t do anything about, since her precious Mommy was dating him. Or, perhaps, she thought so highly of him only because her mother had already deemed him special by going out with him… It was hard to tell.

Either way, something about that was disgusting to Ariana. Was it jealousy? She was pretty close with her father – though not nearly as close as Anita and Jenny – and it was bad enough having Anita swoop in to steal him… Maybe she didn’t want yet another woman to take his attention away from her.

Whatever it was, she had been wanting to find some way to ensure that Jennifer knew she had no chance with her dad, that she was nothing except a pathetic little girl in his eyes… And, when she realized they were going to have a whole night away from Anita, with all of them resolving not to call or text her unless it was a true emergency, so she could just relax and not worry about anything, Ariana knew this was her shot.