“This is it,” Jemma grinned, barely able to sit still as she opened up her lunch bag. “Just a few more hours!”
Monica rolled her eyes. “Gee, is it?” she asked, barely able to disguise her annoyance. “I never would have known…”
Jemma shifted in her seat, a slight blush starting to color her cheeks. “I-I don’t talk about it THAT much, do I?” Maybe she did… But she’d been thinking about this for a long time, dreaming about it… It was the longest vacation she’d taken since she got out of school, since she got summers off, though, even then, at least in high school and college, she’d find a job, so it wasn’t really a vacation.
The other woman sighed, looking Jemma up and down. “No,” she said after a moment. “I guess not. Ignore me, I’m only being jealous…”
Jemma smiled. “You should be!” she giggled, unable to help herself. “Have I shown you the pictures of where I’ll be staying? It’s going to be so nice!” She’d thought out every detail of this trip, had it all paid for and ready to go, so she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. All she had to do now was get to the airport tomorrow morning… And it wasn’t even a super-early flight, so she’d get to sleep in a little on top of it all!
Or so she’d thought, until she got a phone call that evening. “Oh, hi,” she answered, confused, after seeing the name on her cell phone’s screen. “What’s up, Monica?”
“Hey,” Monica said perfunctorily, rushing past greetings. “Listen, you know that account you put the file together for?”
“Umm… Sure?” Jemma shrugged. She’d done a lot of that, but she’d probably remember which one Monica was talking about once she clarified a little.
“Well, I just got an e-mail about how they’re going to be switching to a new version of the consent form immediately, and if they don’t have the correct one, we aren’t going to be able to do business with the client. Did you see that?”
“What?!” Jemma groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “Are you serious?!”
“Is that a no?” Monica asked. “Could you call them and have them fill out the new one?”
“No, of course not,” Jemma replied, a pit digging itself in her stomach. “I know they’re already out of the office for the weekend… And that they’re planning on putting in an order on Monday… If they’re not able to do it then, that’s going to jam everything up, and…” This was a nightmare… She could see everything cascading into disaster from this, in a way that she was definitely going to be blamed for, even though she hadn’t been given anywhere near enough warning for this change.
“Could you put off your trip for a couple days, to..?” Monica began to suggest.
“No!” Jemma snapped, tears starting to form. “Everything is ready! The flight is tomorrow, and then…”
“Okay, okay,” Monica soothed. “Calm down… I could get it taken care of for you first thing Monday morning…”
“Y-You could?” Jemma sniffed. “R-Really?”
Monica chuckled. “Yes, of course.”
“Oh, my God!” Jemma wiped her eyes. “Thank you so…!”
“But if I’m going to do that, I need you to come visit me before you leave tomorrow,” Monica cut her off. “You have time, right?”
Jemma frowned. “S-Sure, I guess… But…”
“Great,” Monica interrupted again. “See you then.”
She hung up the phone, leaving Jemma confused. Jemma did show up in the morning, not wanting to run any risk of things not going well. “Good morning!” Monica greeted her cheerfully. “Come right on in… I have it all ready for you.”
“R-Ready?” Jemma frowned. “I-I don’t know what…”
“Well,” Monica told her, pulling her inside, and starting to unbutton her shirt, as Jemma blushed, trying in vain to bat her hands away, “I can take care of everything for you… But, in return, I need you to put on a little dress-up show for me.”
“D-Dress up?” Jemma shook her head. “I-I don’t… Why…” And then, as she looked around her co-worker’s living room, she saw the outfit that was waiting for her, and realized what was going on.
“Do you want to go on your vacation or not?” Monica asked pointedly, seeing her apprehension. “You can do what I want, or you can stay and clean up your own mess… Or get a call in a couple days to be told not to bother to show back up at work when you get home.”
“B-But…” Jemma pouted, looking over at the clothes, cheeks red.
“Don’t worry,” Monica assured her. “I’m not going to make any blackmail material… I just want to see it.”
Jemma nibbled her bottom lip, staring up at Monica, before, finally, reluctantly nodding. If this was what it took to get her on the way to the airport, and her dream vacation… How could she say no? It wasn’t like she’d have time to stay in the ridiculous get-up for that long anyway. “Okay,” she said. “As long as you promise you’re not going to show anyone!”
“I won’t do anything,” Monica crossed her heart. “Unless you want me to… Do you know how to put the diaper on yourself?”
Jemma blushed, the word hitting her like a ton of bricks. She’d known what it was, of course, deep down, though she’d hoped she was wrong… Hearing confirmation like that just made this whole thing stranger, more humiliating… Especially when she had to say, “N-No,” and have Monica help her out of her sweatpants, and panties, and tape the thick, crinkly diaper around her waist.
“How cute,” Monica teased, smoothing out the last tape. “And the fun is just beginning!” She pulled an infantile, yellow dress over Jemma’s head, the hem of which barely kept the diaper hidden underneath, styling her hair into a pair of childish ponytails, held in place with strawberry scrunchies, arranging her bangs just so, and finishing it all off with a pair of frilly ankle socks and Velcro sneakers.
“Is that it?” Jemma grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she looked down at herself, no hint of the independent young woman she’d been a few minutes earlier left… Now, there was no doubt that she was a sweet, innocent little girl. “Are you happy?”
“Very,” Monica patted her on the head. “Now, come along…”
She held out her hand, Jemma whining, but taking it. “I can’t be late for my flight,” she protested as she was led away from the living room, to another room, Monica pushing open the door to reveal what looked very much like a small child’s bedroom, complete with plenty of toys, a rocking horse, a bed with rails, and something that seemed to be an over-sized changing table… “Wh-What is this?” Jemma’s eyes widened, looking back at Monica.
“Play like a good little girl until your sitter gets back,” Monica instructed.
“What are you talking about?” Jemma squirmed, her diaper feeling suddenly extra bulky between her legs for some reason, a mounting sense of dread coming over her.
Before she could get an answer, Monica had stepped back through the door, slamming it shut. Jemma grabbed for the doorknob, panic setting in as she gave it a jiggle, and discovered it was locked tight. “Let me out!” she demanded, pounding on it uselessly. “Monica! This isn’t funny!”
There was no answer, and the door refused to budge, no matter what she did. All she could do was pace, feeling sorry for herself as time ticked away, knowing that her chances of making it to the airport on time were getting smaller and smaller… And, to add insult to injury, her bladder was starting to get full, and there was no bathroom she could get to… Other than the one she was wearing.
Finally, long after she’d given up, the door opened. Jemma looked up, ready to curse out Monica… Only to see, instead, somebody else standing there… Somebody who might be even worse. She squeaked, staring down at the floor nervously, praying that the girl wouldn’t recognize her. Jemma had seen her only a few times, mostly at office picnics, but she remembered her well, thanks both to her distinctive half blonde, half pink hair, and the fact that it was her boss’s daughter, so she’d made a mental note to always be nice to her, just in case.
“There you are!” the girl exclaimed. “Did you lock yourself in here, silly?”
“N-No,” Jemma shook her head. What should she do?! She was probably too late for her flight already, and even if she wasn’t… This was one of the last people she’d want to see her this way! “Wh-What are…?” she started to ask.
“We’re going to have so much fun together!” the girl told her, taking her by the hand. “I’ve never done anything quite this long term before, so you’re going to have to bear with me, okay?”
“B-Bear with you with… what?” Jemma frowned.
“We’re going to be hanging out together while your aunt’s away,” the girl said, leading her back to the living room, sitting down on the sofa.
“My… aunt?” Jemma’s stomach began to churn as she looked around the room, seeing that her purse, her clothes, everything she’d brought with her was gone.
“It must be nice, getting to go on a long vacation like that, huh?” the girl smiled. “But we’re going to have a great time, too! My name is Lyla… And you’re Mackenzie, right?”
“N-No,” Jemma shook her head.
“Do you prefer Kenzie?” Lyla chuckled. “You’re right, it’s cuter. Now, then, Kenzie… Let’s see how your diaper is doing!”
It was hard to think of much that was more humiliating than having to wet herself, of the sensation of the padding swelling, growing warm and bulky between her thighs… Having her boss’s daughter check her might be on that list, however. She grabbed at the hem of her dress, trying to keep it down, the girl easily snatching the fabric away, lifting it up anyway, exposing the soggy diaper as Jemma looked on in horror.
“I-It was an accident,” she squeaked, when she was able to find her voice. “I-I couldn’t get out of the room, and…” Why hadn’t she taken the stupid thing off?! She should have, but she was so upset over it all, she hadn’t bothered, and now she was facing the consequences.
“It’s all right,” Lyla assured her. “We’ll get you into a fresh one in no time!”
“N-No,” Jemma whined. “I-I don’t need…”
“Sweetie,” Lyla shook her head, “I know it might not bother you, but I don’t want you getting a rash. Your aunt would never forgive me!”
“She’s not my aunt!” Jemma insisted.
“She looks after you a lot, huh?” Lyla smiled. “She’s almost more like a second Mommy, I guess. I’ve met her before, you know… You do look a lot like her. I bet you could pass for her daughter, if she had one!”
“No!” Jemma groaned. But… What was she going to say? How was she going to explain this?! Did she want to explain it?! Now that Lyla had seen her diapers, knew that she’d used them, it would be that much more humiliating… And what if she told her mother?! She could say that Monica had done it, had set it all up… What were the chances that Monica would admit to it, though? It felt much more likely that her boss would see it as an excuse, would assume that this was, indeed, the way that she wanted to spend her holiday, being diapered and taken care of like a little kid…
How would her boss react to that? Especially to her involving her daughter in it? Would she get fired? Blacklisted? Things would definitely be a lot more awkward at the office, that was for sure, though Jemma suspected it would be much worse than that…
“Here we go!” Lyla patted the changing table. “Can you get up on your own, or do I need to help?”
Jemma fidgeted, looking from the changing table to her babysitter uncertainly before hopping up onto it and laying down, reluctantly accepting the deception. She couldn’t help snatching at her diaper as Lyla began to untape it, however, blushing.
“It’s okay,” Lyla cooed. “I know you’re a little old to still be in these, but I promise, I don’t mind.” If only she knew, Jemma thought wistfully, letting her hands be brushed away. Lyla cleaned her up, powdered her, taped her into a dry diaper, letting her play for a little while before fetching her for lunch.
“I don’t want to hear any fussing about this,” Lyla warned. “I know you’re a picky eater, but this is made exactly to your aunt’s recipe.”
That didn’t bode well… Indeed, it all had a strange aftertaste to it, though it wasn’t bad, really. She ate it all up, and had almost forgotten about the weirdness of it until, as she was playing that afternoon, after being put down for a nap in just a shirt and diaper, with, humiliatingly, a pacifier pushed into her mouth, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach.
She frowned, looking down at her tummy in confusion, her mouth starting to suck on her paci instinctively. What was going on? It felt familiar, but she didn’t usually do that this time of day… And, when she did, it didn’t come on so quickly, or so urgently… She began to worry that she might be sick, so, in a way, it was a relief when the cramps started up again…
Until, in a matter of moments, they grew too strong for her, and she had no choice other than to squat down, right next to her rocking horse, grunting into her pacifier as, to her horror, her diaper began to fill with a large load of soft, squishy mush. “No, no, no,” she shook her head, but denying it didn’t do any good, not when she could feel her padding swelling, sagging, undeniably being used quite thoroughly.
How was she going to convince Lyla that she didn’t need her diapers now?! This was definitely some pretty compelling evidence otherwise, whether she liked it or not… Not to mention that she was supposed to be taking a nap right now, so she’d have to either admit to being naughty and staying up, or pretend that this had happened in her sleep…
She’d been certain that was Monica’s last little gift, one last dig at her, to guarantee that she wasn’t getting out of her diapers anytime soon… And it would have been a good one, too. She’d left plenty of ‘special’ recipes for Lyla to make, to help her use her diapers more, and more easily. But there was one final touch to really rub things in…
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“I promise, we’re going to have fun,” Lyla told Jemma, adjusting her skirt. “And I certainly can’t leave you here alone, can I? Who would change your diapers?”
Jemma blushed as her bottom was given a crinkly pat, a reminder of how many times Lyla had done that for her already. “I-I could do it myself,” she offered, though all Lyla did at that was laugh. That was probably for the best… Jemma hadn’t changed a diaper in years, and never on herself…
Still, it felt like a better option than being taken to her office’s daycare, where Lyla worked. It was bad enough pretending to be her own niece at ‘home’, but having to do it at work – at the very place she’d been trying to get away from on her vacation – while any of her co-workers might come in to drop off their kids, and possibly recognize her, unless she did a very good job of convincing them she was a little girl…
There was only one person, really, that she wanted to know she was there… One person who might be able to straighten all of this out, somehow… It was just too bad that Jemma was going to have to go looking for her like this, in the little uniform Lyla had dressed her in for the day, the button-up shirt and plaid skirt that didn’t quite cover her diaper entirely, and a nice, big pacifier.
She kept her head down as Lyla led her to the daycare, and did her best to blend in, hating how easy it was, how naturally all of the workers treated her like she was just another child, one who belonged here, who wasn’t out of place in the slightest. She waited for as long as she could, coloring obediently, pretending she had no other thoughts in her brain other than making a nice, pretty picture…
And then, when they were all distracted, looking after other kids, she made a break for it, toddling right out the door, down the hall, over to where she and Monica worked. Surely, Monica would be satisfied with this, with seeing her this way… Jemma didn’t know what the woman would tell Lyla – could tell Lyla at this point – but that was for her to figure out… She’d started all this, and she could find a way to end it.
She walked through the office every day, however, it had never felt as huge, or as imposing, as it did today, as she ducked and weaved, trying to avoid drawing any attention to herself. She didn’t want anyone to spot her, to think she was a daycare runaway… Nor did she want them to recognize her and wonder why she was here on her vacation, and dressed this way. Finally, she made it to Monica’s desk, letting out a sigh of relief as she turned the corner, ready to give her a piece of her mind…
But the desk was empty. Jemma frowned, furrowing her brow, wondering if she’d gone to the bathroom, or if there was a meeting or something… There was no sign that Monica had been there at all that day, though, her monitor still turned off, her purse nowhere to be seen.
“Where is she?” Jemma pondered out loud, without even realizing she was speaking.
“Well, first off,” her boss’s voice answered, to her horror, “this is the wrong desk, sweetie. Your aunt works at the next one over. Honestly, you’re lucky the lady who works here didn’t come in… She said she was feeling sick, and it sounds like it could be pretty serious, so you wouldn’t have wanted to catch anything from her.”
Jemma froze, not daring to look up, to let her boss see her face. “I think you know you aren’t supposed to be here, though, don’t you, Kenzie?” the woman continued. “Lyla is worried sick about you, but when I heard you’d run off, I had a feeling you might be here… Come on, let’s get you back where you belong.”
Jemma gulped, silently taking her boss’s hand, not knowing what else to do, toddling along beside her back to daycare. “You know,” her boss said as she sent her inside with a pat on the bottom, “you really do look a lot like your aunt. I hope she’s having a good time on her vacation!”
Lyla was not happy with her at all… And Jemma wasn’t happy, either, when she discovered that her ‘aunt’ had given Lyla permission to use physical discipline on her, if she felt it was warranted. She spent the rest of the day with a sore bottom, wondering what had happened to Monica.
And then, that evening, after they were back at home, she got her answer. After supper, Lyla had changed her into a new outfit, all pink, with tights and a short skirt, that hadn’t made any sense to Jemma… Until she saw the ballet slippers. “Can you get these on by yourself?” Lyla asked. “We don’t want you to be late for your lesson!”
Jemma wanted to protest, to do whatever she could to keep from spending even more time around, and among, little kids, as their equal – and, probably, as the baby of the class, if she was being honest, likely the only one with a diaper under her tutu, something that would no doubt earn her a lot of teasing – but she’d already gotten into enough trouble for the day, so, obediently, she started to put them on, while Lyla took the opportunity to look at her phone.
“Look at this!” Lyla exclaimed, holding out her phone. “Your aunt sent some pictures from her vacation! Doesn’t that look fun?”
Jemma looked up, recognizing, instantly, the hotel room she’d booked, that she’d been staring at pictures of online for months, fantasizing about… And then next picture was one that was definitely from a tour Jemma had booked for herself for that day.
Monica had not only diapered her, humiliated her, hired their boss’s daughter as her babysitter… She’d also stolen her dream vacation. She was supposed to be out there, drinking wine, having some time to herself, exploring the world… Instead, she was here, living out the next month as a little girl, complete with daycare, ballet lessons, early bedtimes… And lots and lots of diapers. And, unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about any of it.
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