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Chapter 1

“Can you believe it’s finally happening?”

Valerie fought the urge to roll her eyes, understanding that Stacy was excited – she was, too – but still, very much, believing in it. “Well, it was bound to happen eventually,” she compromised with herself, allowing herself to be a little snarky without resorting to outright meanness.

“For you, maybe,” Stacy replied. “I thought I was going to be here forever… How does this look?” She pulled the mortarboard onto her head, spreading her arms.

Despite her assurance that this day would wind up coming, there was still something surreal about seeing her friend standing there in a cap and gown, ready to march across the stage… In a few weeks, anyway. “I think you could go with a smaller size,” Val pointed out. “I don’t think the sleeves are supposed to cover your hands.”

“Good thinking,” Stacy nodded. “Or I might drop the diploma when the principal hands it to me.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Valerie had just seen that on the order form, which she had doubted Stacy had bothered to read even before that comment, though she had to admit the other girl’s reasoning did make sense, too. Stacy pulled off her gown, heading back to the woman in charge of the samples, while Valerie took the first, good look at herself in the mirror.

If it had been weird to see Stacy dressed like that, it was downright bizarre, seeing it on herself. She’d told herself again and again that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, that she was heading off to college in the fall anyway, so this was barely any different from the end of any other school year, but the closer she got to it, the harder it was to buy into that.

It was also hard not to think of her older step-sister, looking at herself. They looked quite different, of course, even just glancing at Valerie’s rather boring brunette hair, in comparison to her sister’s strawberry blonde, but one of the first times she could remember meeting the older girl was at her high school graduation. Her father had already proposed to the girl’s mother by then, and Val had met her a couple times, getting along with her pretty well; her daughter, on the other hand, was always busy, running off to football games, or cheerleading practice, so Valerie would see, at best, the back of her head as she bustled out of the house.

Most of the graduation was pretty boring to an eight year old, though, as they called her soon-to-be step-sister’s name, she perked up, eyes widening as she saw how pretty she was, walking across the stage, how confident. There was a lot Valerie could learn from her, she was certain… As she waited through the rest of the ceremony, Val imagined staying up late with her, being taught how to put on makeup, how to attract boys – Val hadn’t really been interested in doing that yet, but she’d known she would have to learn quick, while she still had easy access to the teen – how to make friends…

Then, once it was all over, and she followed her dad nervously through the throngs of former students and family members, the girl had taken one look at her, smirked at her mother, and asked, just loud enough for Valerie to hear, “Oh, is that her?”

“Val? Hello?” Valerie blinked, turning to see Stacy waving her hands. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just… thinking…” Valerie blushed, tugging at her sleeves, the memory instantly taking her back to that mindset, to that shy, insecure little girl she’d once been. She had to look at herself in the mirror again, next to Stacy, see them both dressed up for their graduation, to remind herself that wasn’t who she was anymore… Now, she was the same age her sister had been, back then, and her sister… Well…

Actually, no, Valerie frowned again. Now that she thought about it, the other girl had been eighteen when all that had gone down, the spring break of her first – and, ultimately, only – year of college. Val had never really thought about it, but her step-sister must have been seventeen when she graduated.

She wasn’t completely sure why, but that kind of annoyed her… If anything, she would have assumed she’d finish high school earlier, since she was certain she was smarter than her step-sister. Knowing that she was actually a year older really got under her skin, no matter how much she reminded herself that it was only because of when their birthdays fell.

“You do that too much,” Stacy teased, grabbing Valerie’s arm and spinning her back towards the mirror. “We’re almost at graduation, it’s time to give it a rest! Now, how do we look?”

“Perfect,” Valerie forced a smile. “See? It’s a good thing I made you come try this on.”

“Yeah,” Stacy shrugged agreeably. “I didn’t think the other one looked that bad, but if you say it was wrong, I’ll believe you.”

“As you should,” Valerie nodded. “I mean, you just have to look at it… The skirt is…”

Her eyes widened as she looked back at the mirror, ready to point out all the things the form had told her – and anyone else who actually bothered to read it – what to look for in a properly fitting gown, only to see a very different reflection staring back at her. Stacy still looked the same, but beside her…

It was still Val, definitely, but instead of standing there, she was sitting, legs splayed. Her eyes looked slightly vacant, her mouth open and drooling as her hands played with a set of alphabet blocks. Worst of all, however, was her clothing… Gone were the cap and gown, and even the jeans and top she had on beneath them… Instead, she was wearing a pink babydoll dress, cut high enough to show off the bulging diaper she was sitting on.

She shook her head with a gasp, watching the reflection do the same. She wanted to look away, but the image in the mirror was so real, despite her knowing it couldn’t be, it was hard to turn from it… The longer she looked, the more she was sure she could feel the breeze on her nearly completely bare legs, her thighs being pushed apart by the bulk of the diaper, could smell the scent of baby powder, and of faint ammonia from an accident, too small to be worth a change, big enough to show anyone who checked that she really did use, and need, her diapers…

“Val!” Stacy clapped her hands. “Seriously, is everything all right? You keep spacing out…”

“Sorry, I was just thinking about Summer,” Val glanced back towards the mirror, relieved to see everything in the reflection turned back to normal again. After confirming that, she was quick to step away as she began taking off the cap and gown, beside Stacy, who was doing the same.

“Yeah, it’s almost here,” the other girl nodded. “Do you have any big plans?”

“Actually, I…” Valerie shook her head. “No, not really. What about you?”

She’d been referring to her step-sister, but, of course, she shouldn’t have expected Stacy to realize that. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d introduced one of her friends to Summer, and she did her best to avoid even talking about her at school… She wasn’t sure what was going to happen at graduation, if her parents would bring her…

It was funny, really. Summer had been so unimpressed by Val at her graduation, so apparently embarrassed by her very existence that she hadn’t even introduced herself to the younger girl, and certainly hadn’t introduced her to any of her friends. Now, Valerie was on the verge of doing the same thing, although she was pretty sure she had a much more valid reason for snubbing the girl.

Stacy was still talking, yapping on about the trip her family was planning, as they filled out their order forms and turned them in; Val was used to it, and was – usually – pretty skilled at tuning back in when the other girl was actually looking for a response. Now that she was no longer distracted by her upcoming graduation, and whatever strange hallucination she’d just had, it worked much better, letting her hear, “Do you want to come?”

“Sorry, I’d love to, but I need to get to the prom committee meeting,” she shrugged, her stomach growling softly at the thought of food.

“You still aren’t done with that?” Stacy teased. “You’d better get busy!”

Valerie bristled slightly, wanting to point out that they were, mostly, finished, that she just wanted to touch base and make sure everyone was doing their jobs so that the dance would go off without a hitch, but she knew Stacy wasn’t actually being serious.

“Well, I’m glad you could make a little time for me, Madame President,” Stacy grinned. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

Valerie waved goodbye, watching the other girl head off down the hall before pulling out her phone, starting to review the checklist she’d made as she headed towards the classroom where she’d set up the meeting. She still had a few minutes before it started, and she knew better than to expect most of the other kids to show up early, so there was time to go over everything. She could always refer to the list during the meeting, but it was more impressive to be able to rattle it all off the top of her head.

“On the way to the meeting? Hold on, I’m coming, too!” Valerie didn’t slow down, though that didn’t stop Anita from shedding her usual entourage and falling into step with her. “You are not going to believe the great stuff I found…”

“I certainly hope I can,” Valerie replied, wishing there was another route to their destination. The girl’s last suggestions had been so expensive, they would have taken up the entire budget for the prom by themselves.

Anita was a lot like she imagined Summer being when she was in high school, except taller and more buxom, which made walking beside her a tiny bit demoralizing for the petite Valerie. Like Summer, she was the head cheerleader, and quite popular because of it… She’d never given Valerie – who she’d, doubtless, seen as an unathletic little nerd – a second glance, not until she’d run against her for class president… And, somehow, won.

At first, Valerie had expected some kind of retribution, but it had never happened, and once Valerie had started looking for people to help her organize the prom, Anita had been the first to volunteer. Val had a feeling that the prom was, really, the only reason the cheerleader had wanted the position in the first place, so being put in charge of decorations was just as good, and with far less responsibilities for the rest of the year.

And, as demonstrated by her apparent inability to pay attention to budget, it was a good thing for everyone that Anita hadn’t won. They really should have figured the decorations out long ago, but Val had been forced to shoot down every idea Anita had so far… If she didn’t have something good, and affordable, at this meeting, Valerie was going to have to do it herself, because they were just about out of time.

Even though Anita was the person Valerie needed to speak to the most at this meeting, she still would have preferred she be one of the kids who showed up, at best, on time, so she wouldn’t be stuck in the classroom with her until the heads of the other committees were there, too. At one time, she would have loved to have a chance to make friends with the girl – she’d always been the girl with the most friends, the nicest phone, the fanciest car – but, by now, Val knew none of that stuff really meant anything. If Anita had wanted to be friends, they’d lived right down the street from one another for years… It was only when Val had become president that she’d paid her any mind at all.

“And we need to talk about dress code, too,” Anita said. “I found the cutest dress, but technically…”

“I told you, we can’t change that,” Val reminded her. “We don’t have the authority for that, it’s all up to the…” She paused as they turned the corner and found the principal himself standing there beside the classroom they were heading towards. “Well, him,” she shrugged. What was he doing here? She was perfectly capable of running the meetings on her own, and had been doing so for months now…

“Good afternoon, girls,” he nodded at them.

“Hi, Mr. Montgomery,” Anita waved, batting her eyelashes as she finally broke free from Valerie’s side, brushing past him and into the classroom before giggling to herself.

“Is everything all right?” Valerie asked. “I told you, we’re finalizing everything today… We’d have been done a lot sooner, if Anita could just…”

“I’m afraid not,” Mr. Montgomery interrupted her. “Can I speak to you in my office?”

Valerie shot Anita, who was already sitting at one of the desks, phone out, a dirty look. “I know we’re behind schedule, but I swear, we have time, I just…”

The principal shook his head. “It isn’t about that. Please, just come with me…”

Valerie frowned. “How long is this going to take? The meeting is starting in just a few…”

“I’ve already told Mr. Hunt he’ll be filling in for you today,” he said.

Valerie stifled a groan. Her vice president, Johnny, was just about as useless as Anita, his girlfriend… He was a popular kid, one who she was sure had run just to see if he could win, which he had, easily. She had a feeling the only reason he hadn’t gone for president was because Anita had wanted that, so she wouldn’t let him. They’d probably planned on ruling the grade together, until Val had come along and ruined that.

“Can I just approve or deny whatever Anita’s found for the decorations?” she asked. “There’s no way John is going to tell her no, and he doesn’t care about the budget, so…”

“That isn’t your concern right now,” he told her sternly.

This was serious. Valerie could feel knots forming in her stomach as she started to think about what could possibly be happening. “Wh-What’s going on?” she asked. Was her treasurer stealing from her? Had her secretary failed to turn in the minutes from the last meeting? Was something wrong with her dad? Surely, if it was the latter, her step-mother would have texted her directly, right?

“I’d prefer to tell you that privately,” he said. “And I think you’d prefer that, too.”

Val stared up at him, confused, then nodded, letting him lead her back down the halls toward his office, taking a seat in front of his desk when he gestured towards it. She settled onto the hard, wooden chair, knowing, right away, that this wasn’t a pleasant meeting, like she had with him once a month, just to touch base and tell him how things were going.

“Do you recognize this?” he asked, sliding a stack of paper towards her.

Instantly, she did, and, just as quickly, she knew what this was about. She felt like throwing up even before she picked them up, having to fight to hold back tears. She’d known it was a mistake… She’d spent the end of the last school year terrified, certain that somebody would find out, that she’d get into trouble, but it hadn’t happened, and she’d forgotten about it… Until now.

Things had just been so hectic for her then, and the assignment had snuck up on her; she hadn’t had any choice, really. There was, physically, no way for her to finish it and everything else she had due, so she’d had to look online for a little help.

“Someone else turned in a paper very similar to that to Ms. Alvarez last week. She thought it sounded familiar, so she went looking, and found yours… As well as a very interesting page on the Internet. Do you care to explain yourself, young lady?”

Val really wished she could… “I-I swear, this is the only time I’ve done anything like that,” she told him, voice wavering despite her attempts to stay calm and collected. “I would never…”

“And yet, clearly, you did,” he shook his head. “I had Ms. Alvarez recalculate your grade, as if you never turned in that paper, and, without that, you would have failed.”

Valerie’s stomach lurched again at that final word. She’d never really even came close to that before, never genuinely worried about it… Could that one paper really have made that much of a difference?! It was the final project in the class, and she knew it was very important, since it had been worth cheating on… And she had been having a few troubles in that class…

“Do you understand what that means, young lady?” Mr. Montgomery asked. “If Ms. Alvarez had discovered this sooner, you would not have passed her class, and if that had happened, you would not have moved forward to your senior year.”

“Wh-What?!” Valerie gasped. That couldn’t be right… It was one class; she’d gotten A’s in everything else. He wouldn’t have held her back over that, would he? “B-But…”

“And, if this is only coming forward now, I can only assume that you’ve done this before.”

“No!” Valerie stood, shaking her head. “I just told you, that’s the only…”

“I wish I could believe you,” he said with a sigh. “And I wish I could ignore this, but I’m afraid I can’t. Since you never should have started senior year, I’m going to have to erase all your grades from this year… And, since I can’t trust anything else from last year, I have to delete those, as well.”

“No, please,” Valerie whimpered. “I’m almost done… I’ll redo the essay, and…”

“You will,” Mr. Montgomery agreed, “next year, when you take her class again.”

“Next year? I-If that one paper is the problem, then why can’t I just go…” she protested.

“I told you, I’m purging all your grades from last year. I’m afraid you’ll have to return to sophomore year, and then, in the fall, I’ll allow you to start your junior year again.”

“You’ll allow..?!” Valerie growled. This was insane; yes, she’d cheated, but it was one paper… He couldn’t send her back two years, keep her from graduating, make her come back again next year, and not even as a senior again, over one little mistake!

“Yes,” he cut her off. “And that’s all there is to it. I’m not debating this topic with you, and you aren’t going to change my mind… You should feel lucky you’re getting off this easy. Now, you are excused, and I advise you to go straight home and tell your parents, because I’ll be letting them know as well, and it might be easier for you if you let them know what’s going on first. Besides, you have no reason to hang around now, do you?”

Her parents… Of course they had to know; they’d be curious why she wasn’t graduating, why she was going to be heading back to high school in the fall, instead of college… They were not going to be happy about that.

“W-Wait,” she realized. “What about my meeting?”

“I told you, Mr. Hunt has it under control,” the principal told her. “Don’t bother them. They have a lot of work today, and they can’t do it while they’re being pestered by underclassmen.”

“B-But…” Valerie whimpered, “I’m the president…”

Except, of course, she wasn’t. To be the senior class president, you had to be a senior, and, apparently, she wasn’t anymore… Not even close.

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Chapter 1

“I just don’t think it was that much to ask for, you know?” Darcy shrugged, taking another big swig out of her wine glass. “It was just a couple hundred dollars more, and, as much as we’re already paying for this wedding, that’s barely anything!”

“Of course,” Wynonna reassured her, unsurprisingly. “If it’s what you want, then it’s what you should get… It’s your big day, after all.”

“Well,” Nikki pointed out, “hers and Caleb’s.”

Darcy and Wynonna fixed her with an icy glare, making it clear what they thought of that opinion. “Never mind,” Nikki held her hands up in surrender, seeing there was no winning this argument, at least not right now. She turned to Helena for support, but the smaller girl was quiet, shifting nervously in her seat.

“Everything all right?” Nikki slid over a little closer to her. None of this was really her scene… It wouldn’t have been how Nikki would have chosen to spend her night, either, but they were both doing their best to go along with this whole thing.

“I think,” Darcy had told Caleb, the day after he’d proposed, since she’d been planning this all out in her head for years, “we should go simple… I’ll have a maid of honor, you have a best man, and that’s that!”

It wasn’t really what she wanted, but it was the simplest thing for her to do. She and most of her friends were in another fight, and the only her bestie, Wynonna, the one she could be on her side no matter what, was speaking to her at the moment. There was a chance they’d make up before the wedding… She didn’t want to look like she was trying to apologize by offering them positions as bridesmaids, however.

“That’s a nice thought,” Caleb had replied, “but it isn’t really going to work… You know my brothers are all going to have to be groomsmen.”

It was the first thing they’d really, seriously, discussed about the wedding, and the first thing she was getting challenged on; if Darcy hadn’t wanted a bigger party than that anyway, she would have been far more upset. “Well,” she’d huffed, “I don’t know who I’d ask.”

“Our sides don’t have to match,” he’d pointed out. “If you only want Wynonna there, you can do that.”

“And make it look like you’re more popular than me?!” There was no way she was going to let that happen. “It wouldn’t look right anyway. If all three of your brothers are going to be in the wedding, I need three, too. I just don’t know who I’m going to ask, and I need to know as soon as possible so I can start working on dresses, and…”

“Well,” Caleb had suggested, “if you don’t want to ask any of your friends, I know Nikki would love to be in the wedding, too. I thought about having her as a groomsman, but then you’d have to find another bridesmaid. Maybe we could kill two birds with one stone.”

“That’s fine, I guess.” Darcy didn’t dislike Caleb’s sister, though they weren’t exactly close. If she was going to be marrying into the family, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get closer, however, and she had no doubt the girl was eager to have another female in the family after growing up with four brothers. “We still need one more… I can’t cheat and have my siblings swoop in and take up all the spots.” She was an only child, so, technically, that was already happening.

“You really don’t think you’re going to make up with any of your friends before then? I know it was a big fight, but…” Luckily, he’d gotten the hint of the scowl she gave him, and shut up. “I could ask Helena…”

“Of course,” Darcy had agreed. “She wouldn’t say no.”

And she hadn’t. Helena had been friends with Caleb for years, almost his whole life, and, although she’d only met Darcy in passing a couple times, she said yes, and now, a few months later, after plenty of dress fittings and e-mails about the way things were going to be, she was here, at the bachelorette party, dressed up like the other three girls, despite feeling more like a little kid imitating her big sisters than an actual participant.

“I-I’m fine,” she nodded, putting on her bravest smile for Nikki, who reached over to adjust the smaller girl’s headband.

“Your ears were crooked,” she explained.

Helena blushed, wiggling on place, wondering if the fluffy tail on the seat of her leotard was straight. She was so glad Darcy had decided against doing a bar crawl like this, which had been Wynonna’s original plan for the party. She was sure four women dressed up like Playboy bunnies would have attracted plenty of attention, which was, she supposed, the point, but it wasn’t the kind of attention she wanted for herself.

“Who cares about her ears?” Darcy interrupted loudly, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t her party! Come on, let’s get to the presents!”

It hadn’t really been a shock to anyone that when Darcy nixed the idea of a bar crawl, she’d instead wanted something where she was guaranteed gifts. The bridesmaids had been trying to decide on something big to go in on together anyway, but when Darcy had taken over, that had gone out the window.

“All right,” Wynonna said. “Let’s go get them.”

There were six gift bags, set up on the table, identical in every way. Not even they knew, now, which was which, so they each grabbed two, carrying them over to the grinning, eagerly clapping Darcy, moving them to the coffee table in front of her.

“Which should I start with?” she asked, looking over the sea of tissue paper eagerly.

“Whichever you want,” Wynonna told her. “Just pick one!”

Darcy looked back and forth over the bags, reaching out and snagging one from the middle row, yanking out the paper and throwing it on the floor, pulling out a black bustier. “Ooo,” she held it up. “I’m gonna look so hot in this… That has to be from you, Wynonna.”

Nikki and Helena looked at one another, unsure how to feel about that, if they should be insulted that Darcy didn’t think they could have picked out anything that sexy for her, but she was right. “You know it!” Wynonna giggled, giving her friend a hug.

“Okay, okay,” Darcy went back to the bags, choosing another, finding in it a bra and panty set, red and lacy. “Not bad,” she nodded in approval, looking out over the three girls. “Well, I don’t think Wynonna would have gotten me this, too,” she mused. “And I don’t see Helena picking it out, so it must have been Nikki.”

“You’re good at this,” Nikki had to admit, while Helena fidgeted, wondering why Darcy hadn’t thought she could have chosen it.

The next bag held a package of edible, strawberry flavored, underwear, and there was no question about who those had come from. “Wynonna!” Darcy squealed. “I can’t believe you actually bought these!”

“Oh, like you aren’t going to try them,” Wynonna teased.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Nikki turned to Helena again, who was having a hard time sitting still.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just not used to these fishnets,” she claimed.

“This isn’t about you, Helena,” Darcy rolled her eyes. “Stop whining.”

“I-I’m not…” Helena stammered. “I-I didn’t mean…”

“Whatever,” Darcy grabbed her glass of wine, took another drink. “Let’s see… Three more presents… I want… This one!”

Helena hadn’t really known what she should buy for a lingerie party, especially for someone she didn’t know all that well. After seeing everything else, she’d been worried about the reaction to her gift, and for good reason, it appeared.

“Well,” Darcy said, holding up the babydoll nightie with a smirk. “That’s… cute.”

It was a good word for it; it was pink, with black lace around the rather modest neckline, and the hem. It was shorter than anything Helena would have worn outside, although she’d seen plenty of other people who would have gladly worn it as a normal dress, rather than the more racy stuff Darcy had been opening so far.

“Obviously, that’s from Helena,” Darcy declared, not phrasing it as a guess, though not in the same way as with the last item. “Thanks,” she tossed off the word, just like she tossed the nightie onto the pile of lingerie, but Helena had a feeling she didn’t really mean either. It definitely wasn’t going on the honeymoon… There was a good chance it would end up at the back of her closet, never to be seen again, or donated to Goodwill.

“Hey,” Nikki put her hand on Helena’s leg. “It’s okay… I thought it was nice.” Helena gave her a smile, nodded.

Next was a long, lacy, sheer robe, one that wouldn’t really hide anything underneath. “This has to be from Nikki,” Darcy surmised. “It matches the bra and panties. It would look nice over the bustier, too, though.” She wrapped it around herself, looking to the final bag. “Well, then… I suppose this means the last one is from Helena. I’m so excited to see what it is.”

Helena blushed, the sarcasm in the bride-to-be’s voice unmistakable. “N-No,” she shook her head. “I-I didn’t know we were supposed to get two things…”

“Oh?” Darcy raised an eyebrow. “So you mean it might actually be good?” She chuckled to herself, grabbing the bag and ripping into it, pausing as she got to the contents. “What the hell is this?!”

She dumped the bag out, and out fell two objects, neither of which seemed to fit in with the rest of her presents at all. The first was an oversized pacifier, the shield bedazzled, declaring the wearer a ‘Crybaby’. The second was far worse, a bulky, folded up object, in a matching pale pink, one that they all recognized from the crinkle of plastic it produced as it fell onto the coffee table, even if most of them likely hadn’t seen any that big before.

“Who the hell bought me a diaper?!” Darcy fumed. “Is this supposed to be a joke?!”

“That must be what it is,” Wynonna told her, reaching over to rub her arm. “It’s a gag gift, like the edible undies…”

“Well, it isn’t funny!” Darcy glared across the coffee table, to the couch the other two girls were sitting on. “What is it even supposed to mean?!”

“Don’t look at me!” Nikki held up her hands. “I wouldn’t even know where to find those in that size.”

Helena gulped, squirming in place. “I-I told you, I-I only bought one thing!”

“You know I wouldn’t do that,” Wynonna said preemptively, before her friend could even turn towards her.

“Well, somebody did it!” Darcy yelled. “Just look at that! I am not a crybaby!” She picked up her wine glass, stomping away to her bedroom, Wynonna running after her. Nikki and Helena looked at one another, neither knowing what to say, or do.

“I-I guess we should clean up?” Helena suggested after a long moment, hopping down off the sofa to start collecting the tissue paper Darcy had thrown everywhere.

Once they were finished, they sat and waited for a while, but after it became obvious Darcy wasn’t going to return, they decided to turn in for the night, Nikki heading to the bedroom they were sharing while Helena made a quick stop at the bathroom first.

Or that had been the plan, anyway. Before she could reach the door, Wynonna slithered out of the other bedroom, Darcy sitting on the bed, sulking and watching through the doorway, blocking Helena’s path. “I know it was you,” she crossed her arms, looking down at the smaller girl. “I’m sure you thought it was funny, but I assure you, it very much was not.”

“N-No,” Helena shook her head. “I-I wouldn’t…”

“No,” Wynonna cut her off. “No more lies… I want you to go apologize to her right now.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Helena insisted, stamping her foot, then nearly falling over, a combination of the heels Darcy had made them all buy for the party, and her tipsiness.

“Why are you making this harder on yourself?” Wynonna sighed. “What do you think this is going to accomplish? I know you’ve been close with Caleb for a long time now… Are you just jealous? Did you think you were going to end up with him?”

Helena’s cheeks began to glow as she looked down at her feet. “N-No… I-I…”

“You did, didn’t you?” Wynonna scoffed. “Why would he want some little girl like you when he could have her? Did you think giving her a diaper would pull her down to your size?”

“I didn’t!” Helena stomped her foot again.

“You really are a child, aren’t you?” Wynonna rolled her eyes. “Okay, then… Fine. I’m going to give you to the count of three to march your little bottom into her bedroom and say you’re sorry. One…”

Helena looked up at her in disbelief, shocked that she would resort to this. Did she really think it was going to work on her?!

“Two…” Wynonna continued. Helena stood her ground, but she couldn’t help feeling a hint of anxiety, making her squirm ever so slightly. “Two and a half…”

“I don’t have anything to apologize for!” Helena blurted out.

“Three,” Wynonna finished, grabbing Helena’s arm and yanking her away from the bathroom, the smaller girl no match for her strength. She didn’t lead her into Darcy’s bedroom, however… First, she led her back to the living room, where she picked up the diaper and pacifier, still sitting on the coffee table.

“Wh-What are those for?!” Helena squeaked.

“I don’t know,” Wynonna grinned down at her. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Helena did her best to dig her heels in, to keep from being pulled away, but in no time, she found herself in Darcy’s bedroom, the door closed and locked with a click as soon as Wynonna pushed her inside, Helena nearly falling as she stumbled forward on her unfamiliar heels.

“Helena has something she’d like to say to you,” Wynonna declared, tossing the diaper and pacifier down onto the bed. “But she’s so upset about what she did, she can’t bring herself to do it… So she’s going to demonstrate how very sorry she is, instead.”

Helena shook her head, opened her mouth to protest, only to get the pacifier pushed inside, the oversized bulb silencing her as Wynonna began to undress her, Darcy watching eagerly. As much as Helena had disliked her bunny outfit, she much preferred having it on to being stripped in front of these two girls who were practically strangers to her, yet there was very little she could do to stop Wynonna’s assault.

“Look at that!” Wynonna teased, once she’d gotten the leotard off, and had moved on to the bra. “There’s more padding here than actual breast!”

“I knew it!” Darcy giggled, finally speaking up, happily taking the bra from Wynonna after she’d unhooked it from around Helena’s chest, tugged it out of her grip. Helena blushed, trying to cover her bare chest. “No need for that,” Darcy mocked. “I have your boobs right here!”

Having her hands crossed over her chest made it simple for Wynonna to yank down the girl’s fishnets and undies in one fell swoop, stopping to peek inside. “Uh-oh…” she chanted. “I think somebody had an accident…”

Helena groaned, struggling to mumble a defense around her pacifier, to explain that it happened sometimes when she drank, that it wasn’t that bad. “She must have gotten mixed up,” Darcy said, picking up the diaper. “Is this yours, Helena? Did you get confused and put it into the gift bag instead of your overnight bag?”

Helena shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as Wynonna finished up her task, leaving her completely nude, while Darcy started to unfold the diaper, seeing where this was going. “It’s so big and thick,” she commented, pushing in on the center with a rustle. “And loud…”

Helena whined behind the paci as she was picked up, set down right in the middle of the diaper, pushed down onto her back. Darcy grabbed the front of the diaper, tugging it up, between the girl’s legs, her thighs pushed apart by the bulk as she squirmed on her back, helpless, kicking her legs uselessly while Darcy held the diaper in place over her lower tummy, pinning her down so her friend could pull the sides up, tape them into place.

“Aww, see?” Wynonna smirked, giving the pacifier’s shield tap. “It was the perfect gift after all… She is a crybaby.”

Helena reached up to wipe her eyes, unable to keep herself from proving the girl right as she laid there in her diaper. “Isn’t she just so cute?” Wynonna tickled the girl’s exposed tummy, Helena giggling, no matter how hard she tried to stop it. “I think maybe the two of you should share this bed instead… That way she can have all night to make this up to you.”

Helena whimpered, shaking her head, but Wynonna was already getting her under the covers, tucking her in. This wasn’t fair! She didn’t want to spend the entire night in diapers, like some toddler!

“Are you sure?” Darcy asked, though, of course, not Helena. “You don’t know Nikki that well… Do you really want to share a room with her?”

“I’ll be fine,” Wynonna promised. “And, if we don’t get along, I’ll sleep on one of couches. It’s not big deal, as long as you’re okay.”

“I am,” Darcy smiled, looking over at the unhappy Helena in her bed, her voice getting quieter. “Y-You do think it was just a joke, right? Sh-She doesn’t know…?”

“How could she?” Wynonna asked. “Now, go on, you should get ready for bed, too.”

Darcy nodded, getting into her PJs and sliding under the covers beside her little, diapered bridesmaid, sulking away as she sucked on her pacifier. Wynonna tucked her in, kissing both of the girls on the forehead, then headed out, leaving them all alone in the darkness.

“Don’t worry,” Darcy told Helena sleepily, listening to her wiggling, trying to get accustomed to the thick diaper between her legs. “You’ll get used to it.”

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The bridesmaids were awoken by a blood-curdling shriek the next morning, Wynonna and Nikki rushing into Darcy’s bedroom to find her sitting up in bed, nose wrinkled, while Helena groggily blinked beside her, squeaking and pulling the covers up over her bare chest when the other two girls appeared.

“What happened?!” Wynonna asked. “What’s wrong?!”

“That little brat,” Darcy spat, glaring at Helena, “peed all over my bed! I guess she was mad about what happened last night, even though it was all her fault, and wanted to get revenge! Ugh, that is so disgusting!”

Helena shook her head, mumbling for a moment before thinking to take the pacifier out of her mouth. “N-No,” she stammered. “I-I didn…”

“You sure as hell did!” Darcy got out of bed, revealing her damp PJs, sweeping the covers off to reveal a huge wet spot underneath. “I guess you really do need those diapers, huh? If you could manage to soak through them and make this big of a mess on top of that.”

“N-No!” Helena wailed. “I-I swear…”

“Darcy…” Wynonna looked over at her friend. “Are you… sure?”

“Of course I am!” Darcy glared at her. “What else do you think happened here?!”

“B-But I didn’t,” Helena insisted, stumbling out of bed herself, starting to drag one of the blankets along with her before realizing it was wet, then, nose wrinkled, letting it fall back onto the bed, blushing as she stood there, bashfully covering her chest with one arm, standing there in only a diaper. “I-I’m dry… I-I mean, in…”

She looked down at her diaper, unable to bring herself to name it. “Oh, please,” Darcy rolled her eyes. “Like you can believe her!”

But Nikki stepped forward, giving the diaper a pat. Helena’s cheeks darkened as she was checked like a baby, embarrassed, yet knowing it was the only way to prove she wasn’t lying. “She’s dry,” she confirmed. “Which means…”

“What?!” Darcy’s eyes widened, her own blush starting to appear on her cheeks. “N-No way! I-I don’t wet the bed any… I-I don’t wet the bed! I’m not the one who had to wear a diaper last night! I know it was her! It had to be!”

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Chapter 1

“Well, you just made partner,” Gillian giggled, slightly tipsy on the champagne her friend, Brigid, had bought to celebrate her promotion. “What are you going to do now?”

Brigid would be lying if she pretended she hadn’t been thinking about that. After all, this was what she’d been working towards ever since she’d graduated from college… She’d been confident she could do it, yet even she hadn’t expected it all to happen this quickly, not in her wildest dreams.

“I want to upgrade my wardrobe a bit,” she said, glancing down at her suit, her designer heels, both of which she’d been perfectly happy with when she got them… Now that she could afford something better, they felt cheap, ugly. She needed to dress to impress, after all; as a partner in the firm, people were going to be looking up to her.

Looking up to her… The phrase made her blush slightly, though it was hard to notice, past her face, flushed from the alcohol she’d been sharing with her friend. She’d always gotten teased for her size, for as long as she could remember, but those words in particular stuck out to her, making her think back to college, where she and Gillian had been roommates.

She’d made the decision then that she was going to take control of her destiny, that she wasn’t going to let her short, scrawny frame define her anymore. She’d started dressing nicely then, in direct contrast to so many of her classmates, who would stumble into class in pajamas like a bunch of overgrown toddlers, always wearing heels, padding her bras… She’d thought it was working, too, at the very least to make her more confident, which helped to motivate her to study harder, to get the best grades in all of her classes…

And then, one of her professors had announced that, had told everyone that Brigid had gotten the highest score yet again, challenging the other students to try to knock her off her perch. It was a harmless bit of motivation, one that Brigid was proud to be a part of, proud to be the measuring stick that her classmates were judged by. Until after class, when a couple of the boys came up to her.

“Gee, Brigid, we really look up to you!” one of them smirked.

“Really?” she’d asked, wide-eyed, not at all projecting the image of the intelligent, put-together woman she’d been doing her best to portray, too elated for that, or to pick up on his sarcasm.

He and his friend laughed. “No!” he sputtered. “The only people who could look up to you are so little, they’re still in diapers, pipsqueak!”

She’d wanted, very badly, to march up to her teacher and tell him what they’d done, to get them in trouble, but she was in college… She ought to be mature enough not to be bothered by their childish taunts, shouldn’t need the ‘grown-ups’ to help her out when she was one herself. Then again, she would have thought the boys were mature enough not to mock her for something like that, something completely out of her control, too, and that obviously wasn’t the case. For a long moment, she was right back in middle school, where one of the boys – the boyfriend of the queen bee of the school – would always grab one of her textbooks, hold it way up out of her reach, making her try to jump up and take it back, until a teacher came around to put a stop to it.

After everything, after her determination for a fresh beginning, after using all the money she made at her work-study job to buy fancy new clothes, she was right back where she’d started, where she was trying to get away from. And the worst part was, she didn’t do anything about it. She was too mortified to come up with a response right away, and by the time she had, the boys were long gone.

What that meant, she decided, was that she needed to try even harder, and so she did. She graduated summa cum laude, and, while it was satisfying, finding one of those boys so she could casually stroll by with her honors cords, it was far better knowing that the other wasn’t there, because he hadn’t managed to pass enough classes to graduate yet.

She was certain having something to prove had been what had helped get her to the point she was now already, given her the motivation to work harder, to show everyone what she was capable of. She supposed she ought to thank those boys… But, if she did run into them at homecoming, or a reunion, she’d definitely only do that after she made sure they heard all about her success, so they knew that they really should have been looking up to her all along.

That was somewhere in the future, however, assuming she wasn’t so busy with work that she’d have the chance to drop by, deign to bless her alma mater with her presence. For now, she had more pressing matters to attend to, such as how she was going to celebrate her victory.

“You know what?” she took another swig of champagne. “I think it’s time I move out of this apartment, don’t you?”

Gillian looked much more surprised by that than by the idea of Brigid upgrading her wardrobe. Of course, Brigid had done the latter a number of time in the years they’d known each other, whenever she could, so it wasn’t anything too shocking. She’d stuck with her apartment through it all, though, from the beginning, where she was struggling every month to scrape together enough for rent, to now, when she knew it was too small for someone who made as much as she did, but she justified it mentally by reminding herself she rarely had the chance to be there anyway, since she was spending most of her time at the office.

“Wow,” Gillian replied finally. “That’s, like, the end of an era.”

“It is,” Brigid agreed, glancing around, feeling a bit misty-eyed. Like her clothes, however, now that she had the idea that it wasn’t good enough for her, she was already starting to feel disgusted by it. “But it’s time. I deserve something bigger and better, don’t you think?”

Gillian nodded. “You do. So, what, are you going to look for a penthouse, or…?”

She hadn’t gotten that far, although, if there was one thing she’d learned from her time scrambling to the top, it was how to come up with a plan on the fly, and sound like you’d had it all along. “No, I don’t think so,” she shrugged. “I think a partner deserves a real, actual house.”

“You’re leaving the city?” Gillian asked. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

Brigid couldn’t say where the memory came from, why it resurfaced now. As soon as she started thinking about houses, however, there it was. “You know what?” she giggled. “I do…”

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She couldn’t remember where she’d heard about it first, how she’d come across the page. Had there been a new report about it? Had she overheard someone at school mentioning it? It seemed unlikely that she would have stumbled across it on her own; she wasn’t exactly spending her time looking for contests to win a new home, after all.

When she’d seen the picture of the house, though, she’d wanted it badly. She and her parents had a nice enough place, but, since it was only the three of them it didn’t have to be huge, and wasn’t. She convinced herself that they needed the extra space – for what, she didn’t know – and that it was absolutely essential that she be the one to win the contest, especially when she began to read more about what the house could do.

Because it wasn’t just a pretty, new house… No, this was a smart house, one that could handle her, and her parents’, every need, cooking for them, entertaining them, waking them up in time for work or school, picking out clothes for them… To be fair, Brigid was still young enough then that all of that was done for her anyway, and she was, in fact, trying to get away from some of that, to prove her independence. That was only when her parents were in charge of everything, however… It would be totally different if the house itself was doing it. Plus, the house was supposed to clean itself, too, so she could get out of the chores she’d been given when she insisted she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

She hadn’t won, obviously, and she’d been crushed for a week or two before moving on, almost forgetting all about it, except for, apparently, one tiny memory in the back of her mind, waiting for this exact moment to show its face. She was an adult now, and smart homes were a lot more common, and less exciting, than they had been back then… She had a smart speaker of her own that could order her food, or set an alarm. As an adult, she knew that was probably all the smart house had, too, along with a Roomba or something so it could claim to have self-cleaning floors. She could buy that on her own, turn any house into a smart house.

Still… It only felt right that, after all these years, she give herself the thing she’d wanted so badly, and not been able to get, when she was a child. She’d been ready to buy out whoever lived there now, but, to her surprise, it was already for sale, and for pretty cheap, at that. Maybe, she told herself, that was a bad sign, and she ought to re-think this… Then again, there was a decent chance it was because the technology in the house was relatively old at this point, so it just barely qualified as ‘smart’ at this point.

Once she started talking to the real estate agent, though, it turned out that wasn’t even the case. She was promised that all that equipment had been upgraded, which was almost a shame, since she wanted it for the nostalgia factor. It might have been fun, seeing what the old system had been like… Probably frustrating, too, and something she’d have grown tired of after a few days, so maybe it was for the best. And, as soon as she’d seen pictures of the outside of the house, it was exactly what she remembered from the picture on the contest website…

There was a part of her that wondered why the old owners had moved out, but it had been long enough that it was only natural, really… And she doubted there were that many other people who remembered the contest, and had been so desperate to win it. Everything was coming together perfectly, almost as if it was a sign, that she belonged here after all, like she’d told her parents over and over when she was certain she was going to win.

“This place isn’t smart enough to help you move your stuff in?” Gillian’s boyfriend, Reece, panted, dropping a box onto the floor with a thud. “That would actually be useful.”

“I’m sure they’re working on that,” Brigid rolled her eyes. She’d never been a huge fan of Reece, but the fewer boxes she had to haul in the summer heat herself, the better. She had planned on using a moving service, until Gillian insisted that they could do it themselves, and that she wanted to help… And, of course, that meant Reece was tagging along, too.

“Don’t listen to him,” Gillian told her. “This place is amazing!”

It really was… Brigid had tried to temper her expectations, telling herself that her memories of the photos from the contest website were old, and unreliable, and that the ones on the real estate page were designed to make it seem bigger and nicer than reality, but it was everything she’d hoped it would be. Even ignoring all of the ‘smart’ stuff, it was shocking nobody else had bought it before her.

Which was handy, once they had everything out of the van, and were sitting in the living room, enjoying some pizza, and Reece asked, “So what can this place do, anyway?”

“Oh, you know,” Brigid waved her hand dismissively, trying to think of something impressive from the list of commands she’d been given, along with her keys. “Hey, House, living room lights off!”

After a moment, there was a pleasant beep, and the lights switched off, leaving them in darkness until Brigid used the opposite command to turn them back on.

“Cool,” Reece said sarcastically. “I mean, I can do that with my phone, too, if I have the right light bulb, but…”

“That’s not the point, Reece,” Gillian swatted him on the arm.

“Yeah, all this is just a bonus,” Brigid replied defensively.

“The house really is great,” Gillian told her again, glaring at her boyfriend. “Reece! You’re getting crumbs all over her floor! Be careful!”

Brigid shook her head with a smile. “No, it’s fine,” she said. “Hey, House, send the vacuum to the living room.”

She settled back, waiting, sure this would be more of a spectacle. It took a minute or two before, finally, a tiny, circular robot appeared, starting to slowly make its way across the floor, searching for something to clean up. “Like I said,” she blushed, concentrating on her pizza. “This stuff wasn’t the point…”

As strange as it was to think, she was positive that what little she’d seen of the smart capabilities of the house on the website were way more impressive than this new stuff. Of course, that was all based on her memory, and some surely pretty grainy, low-res videos, from a time when all of this was new… She knew, realistically, whatever had been here had to have been far less complex, and capable, than what was available now. And, while it had been a defense mechanism, it was true that it wasn’t the main reason she’d wanted this house in the first place. It just would have been nice to be able to show off, and make Reece shut up.

She quickly forgot all about it, for the most part. She’d play music through the smart speakers now and then, while she was unpacking, or, if she was feeling too lazy to get out of bed to go hit the light switch, she’d turn them off with her voice, but it wasn’t that much different than her apartment when it came to that.

At least, not until she started trying to decorate. “You want to be careful about putting things on the walls,” the real estate agent had told her. “It should be fine in the hallways, but in the rooms themselves…”

She hadn’t thought too much about it at the time; coming from an apartment, she was used to that. Now that she was here, in her own house, however, she realized how silly it was. Who were they to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with her walls?! She almost wanted to Facetime them, to force them to watch as she hammered the first nail into the wall so she could put up a painting she’d bought forever ago, and never had anywhere to hang.

She took a good, long time, deciding where she wanted it, then marched over, hammer and nail in hand. She vaguely recalled hearing that you were supposed to check for something before you hung anything up, to make sure it was in the right place on the wall, but she wasn’t sure what… And, really, the painting wasn’t so huge that it was likely to be an issue anyway.

As soon as she touched the wall, she could tell it wasn’t quite right. It didn’t feel like wood, or plaster, or anything else that she’d expect a wall to be made of. She frowned, running her hand over it, trying to figure out what it was, instead… It was smooth, and slightly cool, almost like glass, even though, despite how close she was to it, it looked like a perfectly normal, painted wall.

Were all of the walls like that? She set her painting down, wandering through the house, checking everything. Like she’d been warned, the hallways did appear to be normal, but most of the actual rooms were made out of this other material. She couldn’t imagine what the point of it was, if it was just some sort of protective coating, perhaps to make cleaning up easier, or something more. From what she could tell, the ‘real’ walls were right behind that, barely out of reach.

“Weird,” she commented to herself. Maybe that was why this place had gone for so cheap… If you wanted to redecorate, you were going to have to get through that glass coating. She didn’t mind the paint and wallpaper choices that had been made, at least for now, but something about knowing she was stuck with them, unless she hired someone to do a lot of extra work, made her antsy, like she might want to change things up now, just because she knew she couldn’t.

Searching online, she couldn’t find any explanations for why it would be like that, or even any examples of anyone else doing this. Of course, without knowing exactly what it was, or what the reasoning had been for it, it was difficult to know what to look for, so it was possible an answer was out there somewhere, eluding her.

If it hadn’t been for that, however, she might never have noticed the door. It was out in the hallway, covered in wallpaper, but, since she was paying such close attention to the walls, she happened to see that they looked different there, and, when she rapped on it with her knuckles, she felt, and heard, metal there.

There were already more rooms in this place than she could possibly need, but, understandably, she was still curious about what this one could be, why it was hidden like this. She debated for a few minutes, part of her not wanting to ruin the wallpaper, another pointing out it was one of the few things she could change if she wanted to, so she might as well, before, finally, she went to get a knife from the kitchen, carefully cutting along the faint outline of the door, peeling the paper off, letting it crumple on the floor beside her.

What she saw only confused her further. It was a door, all right, and, like she’d felt, it was metal, unlike the doors to all of the bedrooms, and bathrooms, which were wood. More than that, though, it seemed like it belonged on a bank vault, not in the middle of her hallway. It was thick, and looked heavy, and didn’t have so much as a handle for her to try to open it with. She slid the knife into the tiny crack between the door and the frame, but she couldn’t pry too hard without risking the blade breaking.

“What the hell?” She knocked on it, hearing nothing in return. “Hey, House?” she tried. “Can you open this… hallway door?” She had no idea what it would be called, what it led to, but it was worth a try.

“I’m sorry,” the speakers responded. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“That makes two of us,” Brigid mumbled. She was almost ready to give up when she saw something else strange beneath the wallpaper, a foot or two away from the door. It was metal, too, and much smaller. Wielding her knife again, she sliced it free, finding what appeared to be a plain, metal panel. It seemed like an awfully big coincidence that it would be so close to the door, however, and that it would be hidden, too… And, unlike the door, she could see the screws holding it in place, so she knew how to investigate further.

When she moved the panel out of the way, she was greeted by a mass of wires, almost too many for her to want to mess with, until she spotted a few that was clearly taped up, as if they’d been cut, then reattached, in the past. “Am I really going to do this?” she wondered out loud. She knew nothing about this sort of thing, or how to fix it if she messed anything up… But she’d already come this far.

She held her breath as she sliced each of the taped wires, half expecting to get electrocuted. Instead, after the last one, she heard a heavy clunking sound from the wall beside her. It didn’t look any different, but when she went back to the door and slid the knife into the opening, the door started to move.

“Whoa,” she whispered once it was open, and she could peer inside. She wasn’t sure why she was being so quiet, in her own house, though it only felt right, knowing that she was in a place that nobody else had been in who knew how long. The whole room was filled with ancient-looking computers, and monitors, probably very similar to the kind she’d used when she was a kid, entering the contest. “What is all this?”

There was no light switch that she could see – probably, it was supposed to come on automatically, but either that had failed to happen, or the bulb had burned out long ago – yet, fortunately, there was enough light coming in from the hallway for her to make her way inside without tripping on anything.

Was this where everything had been controlled, back when the house was originally built? It was crazy to think that all of these computers had been needed to replicate what she could mostly do with one fairly small smart speaker… It was also crazy that all of this had been sealed away, instead of being removed. Then again, she couldn’t imagine it was worth all that much now… It probably didn’t even work.

Of course, there was only one way to find out. In the darkness, it took her a few minutes to find a power button. With all the equipment, she didn’t know if it was the right one, if it would turn everything on, or just one piece, but she decided to give it a push anyway.

Suddenly, the whole room sprang to life, lights flashing, fans whirring. The monitors clicked on, green text scrolling too quickly for her to read, before, one by one, she saw video feeds appear on them, each showing a different room of her house. There was something different about them, however… The walls were now blank. Not just empty of any decoration, completely, totally white.

She stumbled back out of the room, to the living room to see it for herself, shocked to find that the room she’d been so sure she wouldn’t be able to change had somehow done so on its own, radically. She touched the wall again, confused, and, in a flash, it changed back to the way it had been, as if nothing had happened.

Was this whole thing a screen?! If it was projecting an image of a room, it was incredibly high definition, enough to look perfectly real, but, given what she’d just seen, she didn’t know how else to explain it.

“Would you like to redecorate?” a voice asked out of nowhere, making Brigid jump and turn around, even though it was obvious it wasn’t coming from any human. It also wasn’t the same one the smart speakers used, but it was much closer to that. It was definitely meant to be feminine, although there was no escaping how stiff and mechanical it sounded. “I would be happy to assist you with that. Please allow me to introduce myself first. You may call me Pat.”

“Pat?” The whole thing was crazy, but, for some reason, that was what made Brigid chuckle. “That’s a weird name for an AI.”

“I suppose you are right,” the voice agreed coldly. “Would you introduce yourself?”

Brigid didn’t see any harm in doing that, so she opened her mouth, only to see an item slide out of the wall, onto the desk. It was obvious right away what it was for, thanks to the green handprint glowing softly on its surface.

“Oh. I’m not sure… Is that really necessary?” She knew there was always a certain amount of privacy she was giving up, when it came to this smart home stuff, but letting it scan her fingerprints felt like a bridge too far. What could it possibly need that for?

“It will help me more effectively care for you,” Pat informed her.

Brigid looked down at the scanner uncertainly. “I’m sure you’ll do fine without it,” she said after a moment. “My name is Brigid.”

“Brigid,” Pat repeated, and, while she knew it must be the same, Brigid still could have sworn the machine’s voice sounded ever so slightly disappointed in her. “Are you sure you would not like to properly introduce yourself?”

“No, thanks,” Brigid told her.

“All right,” Pat said. “It is nice to meet you, Brigid.” But, Brigid couldn’t help noticing the scanner did not return to wherever it had come from, staying out, waiting. “Welcome to your new home. It will be my pleasure to assist you while you are here.”

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Chapter 1

“I know it’s my turn,” Cassie pouted, “but could you do the dishes for me? Please?”

Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes; it really was like living with an annoying little sister, exactly what she’d worried about when she’d let her friend talk her into being roommates. She liked Cassie, of course, or she wouldn’t have agreed in the first place, but she also knew the girl well enough that she’d suspected things would go this way, with her not wanting to pull her weight, despite all the promises she’d made otherwise.

Being domestic was not Tiffany’s thing, either, though she’d been improving lately, thanks to all the practice she was getting. She was more into sports and video games than arts and crafts, having grown up as a tomboy with only an older brother for a sibling.

And yet… She couldn’t say quite what it was that motivated her, why she changed her mind… Was it how pitiful the smaller girl looked, staring up at her with her big, puppy-dog eyes? Was it all the complaining she’d done about the tough day she’d had at work earlier? Or did Tiffany just not want to listen to Cassie whine if she was told no?

“Okay,” Tiffany said, standing up and holding her hand out for Cassie’s plate. “I’ll do it this time.”

Cassie beamed, gladly giving her dishes to her roomie. “You’re the best!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tiffany shrugged, heading into the kitchen to get to work. This was it, though, she resolved. This was the last time.

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“It’s so cold,” Cassie crossed her arms, giving a dramatic shiver, as if she were already outside and freezing her scrawny little butt off. “And I’d look so cute in it!”

“You have so many coats of your own!” Tiffany pointed out. “Seriously, it’s like an addiction. And I’m not going to fit into any of those…”

That might not have been strictly true, but it was close enough; maybe Tiffany could have squeezed into one of Cassie’s coats, if she was determined enough… It wasn’t going to be comfortable, however, and it wouldn’t really be worth putting up with that just so Cassie could parade around in Tiffany’s favorite coat, because the girl wanted to look even smaller and sweeter thanks to how oversized it would be on her.

“Come on, Tiffy,” Cassie begged. “Please, can I borrow your coat?”

“You are such a brat,” Tiffany told her… But she was already slipping the coat off of her shoulders, handing it over. “If you get anything on it, you’re in big trouble,” she warned.

“I won’t!” Cassie giggled, pulling it on.

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“You know,” Cassie mused, lying on her stomach on the sofa, feet up in the air behind her, kicking back and forth lazily while Tiffany dusted, “you are so good at cleaning up…”

“That’s because I have a lot more practice,” Tiffany said with a meaningful glare. “Somebody is always feeling too tired, or sick, or…”

“Wouldn’t it be funny,” Cassie interrupted her roommate’s tirade, “if you had a little maid’s uniform? Like this?” She turned her phone around, showing Tiffany a picture that made her cheeks warm, of a very pretty young woman in a tiny, frilly, pink and white maid uniform, though it was more similar to what a maid in a parody movie – or, frankly, a porno – would wear, rather than anything that would be conducive to a real maid getting her work done.

“Not really,” Tiffany replied. “That’s not my style.” Skirts in general weren’t, especially not any that were that short, that fluffy and floofy, covering what appeared to be layers of petticoats, with a pair of thigh-high stockings topped with pink ribbons and bows, and a pair of pink high heels Tiffany doubted she’d be able to walk – much less do any cleaning – in. She was more of a jeans and sneakers girl, through and through, which, of course, Cassie was well aware of.

“It’s never too late to change that,” Cassie sat up. “Why don’t you try it out? For me?” Tiffany opened her mouth to say no, that this was one thing she had no interest in whatsoever, when Cassie deployed her secret weapon. “Please?”

“Oh, fine,” Tiffany grumbled. “What harm could it do?”

“Exactly!” Cassie bounced in place. “Here, I have the order all ready for you… All you need to do is put your credit card number in…”

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“You look so, so pretty,” Cassie gushed, the way she always did when Tiffany got all dressed up to do her chores, as if that alone was supposed to motivate her to continue to wear the silly outfit… Which, to be fair, did seem to work, since, against her better judgement, Tiffany still did it, no matter how ridiculous, how practically naked, she felt in it.

“Yeah, whatever,” Tiffany adjusted her skirt.

“But you’re kind of clumsy,” Cassie observed.

“It’s these heels!” Tiffany gestured to them. “You know I never wear them normally, and…”

“You’ll get used to them,” Cassie promised, for what was far from the first time. And, like it or not, Tiffany could tell she was improving, even if it wasn’t exactly a skill she had ever been particularly interested in mastering. “Until then, though, I have to say… I’m kind of nervous to invite my friends over, because I’m afraid you’re going to stumble, and flash your panties…”

“Well, then invite them over when I’m not cleaning!” Tiffany glared. “Or help me out, so we get it done faster, or…”

“Please, Tiffy, I’m talking,” Cassie cut her off, Tiffany falling silent to hear what she had to say. “You’re also taking a lot of bathroom breaks, and I think that’s making it take longer, too… So, I came up with an idea that should solve both of those issues… Could you try it out for me? Please?”

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Tiffany was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing Cassie’s toilet, when she heard the snickering behind her, making her wiggle her bottom, wondering if she’d had another accident without noticing, and if Cassie and her guests had seen it before her, since her padded backside was up in the air, almost completely on display thanks to the tiny skirt of her uniform.

She was still dry, luckily… She had a feeling that wasn’t going to last too long, however. After all, as Cassie had explained to her, it didn’t make any sense for her to wear the diapers only to clean in… Nor did it make sense for her to wear them if she didn’t use them… And if she was using her diapers, there was no need for her to bother with the toilet as well…

“Would you please just use your diapers like a good little girl, and stay away from my toilet if you aren’t cleaning it?” Cassie had requested, and, somehow, Cassie couldn’t come up with any reason to say no to her.

“She’s such a good little helper,” Cassie bragged, giving the seat of Tiffany’s diaper a playful swat. “She’s forgotten all about how she used to push me around, and make fun of me for the way I dressed, and call me a brainless little slut… Which is only right, since she’s constantly wearing skirts far shorter than anything even I would dare run around in…”

Tiffany frowned, something tickling at the back of her mind. She would never have said anything like that to Cassie… Would she? They were friends, and had been from the moment they’d met at college… Right? She thought she remembered them being friends, and yet, while she couldn’t come up with any memories of the things Cassie was talking about now, she also didn’t find any of them doing anything else together, before Cassie had asked her to be her roommate after graduation, staring up at her with those big eyes, saying please…

One of Cassie’s friends, Lara, was shifting uncomfortably. “Don’t you think this is going a little too far?” she asked. “I know she was a bitch to you, but… You’ve, like, completely changed her…”

“Oh, no,” Cassie smirked. “She changes herself. I don’t do diaper changes.”

“This isn’t right,” Lara shook her head. “Tiffany, try to remember! This isn’t who you are… She’s been hypnotizing you, she…!”

“Please shut up,” Cassie snapped, her friend’s eyes widening as her mouth clamped closed. “You know, if it bothers you so much that she’s going through this, you could always help her out… Then you could change each others’ diapers! Would you like that?” The other girl shook her head, until Cassie said, “Why don’t you try it out for me, Lara? Please?”

Tiffany watched in confusion as a cascade of amber liquid began to cascade down Lara’s legs, into a puddle around her feet. That was strange, of course, especially when the toilet was right there, but she was more concerned with what Lara had said, as she slowly thought back to her time living with Cassie, getting to this point, how every step of it had been the other girl’s idea, her request, how Tiffany had always been skeptical about it, until Cassie said that one magic word…

“Why don’t you show everyone how well you can use your diapers, Tiffy, please?” Cassie shot her a look, and, instantly, Tiffany was grunting and pushing, feeling the back of her diaper swelling outwards as, without a second thought, she started to fill it. “Good girl,” Cassie gave the growing lump a pat, Tiffany blushing, cheeks red with embarrassment and exertion. “Now, why don’t you forget all about this conversation for me, please?”

Tiffany blinked, gasping when she opened her eyes from her daydream and realized Cassie had snuck in at some point and found her lollygagging, and brought her friends with her. “S-Sorry,” she squeaked. “I-I was just…” She blushed bright red as she moved to go back to cleaning, feeling something shift and squelch in her pants. Apparently, she’d been doing a lot more than daydreaming… When had she started pooping her pants?!

“It’s all right,” Cassie told her gently. “Actually, I have a little surprise for you… Lara here wants to learn to be a maid, too, and you’re doing such a good job at it, I thought you could teach her. When you’re done with your pushies, why don’t you go get some diapers, and the two of you can practice diapering one another, before you show her how to clean up her little puddle? Could you please do that for me?”

“Sure thing,” Tiffany smiled, seeing no reason to respond any other way. “Whatever you say!”

Chapter 2

“Now, sweetie,” Cassie said, pacing back and forth while Tiffany sat on the floor, watching, feeling, in a weird way, like she was about to be lectured by her boss, even though Cassie was, of course, just her roommate. Her roommate who had, days ago, suggested that, thanks to the diapers Tiffany wore, and used, maybe she should play it safe and not sit on the furniture, because if she leaked, that would only make it more difficult for her to clean. Not that she’d ever come close to leaking, yet it always felt like a possibility, and one she didn’t want to risk. “You’re doing so well, but… I feel like you’re doing so much!”

“I am,” Tiffany agreed. “I have to keep this whole apartment spotless!” Cassie grinned in a way that made Tiffany squirm in her seat a little, feeling the all too familiar squishiness of a soggy diaper beneath her. “Umm, can we talk about this later?” Tiffany blushed. “I need to go change, and…”

“Well,” Cassie interrupted as Tiffany started to stand, “that’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“It is?” Tiffany’s eyes lit up. Had Cassie changed her mind?! Tiffany wasn’t supposed to use her toilet, and she’d had to agree that made sense at the time. If only one person was using it, then it would be easier to keep clean, right? Except, as Tiffany had come to realize, it was still time consuming for her to change her diaper… Perhaps more than it would be to deal with the toilet, since she was already cleaning that anyway… She hadn’t been sure how to bring that up to Cassie, however, so she’d kept quiet; it was nice to see that Cassie had come to the same conclusion.

“It is,” Cassie agreed. “And… Well, to be honest, it feels like you’re being kind of wasteful, don’t you think?”

“W-Wasteful?” Tiffany frowned, sitting back down. “What do you mean?”

“Could you please show me that diaper?” Cassie asked, and Tiffany automatically felt herself unzipping her jeans. “See?!” Cassie poked at the exposed padding with her toe, giggling at Tiffany’s blush. “It’s barely wet!”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “That’s easy for you to say… You don’t know how it feels, and…” To her surprise, Cassie slipped something between her lips, something big and bulbous, seeming to fill up her entire mouth, almost. Tiffany whined, reaching up right away to try to pull it out.

“Please,” Cassie sighed. “Could you just keep that in there?” Tiffany’s hand moved back down to her lap obediently, and then, after feeling her diaper, peeking out from her unzipped jeans, bashfully slid down onto the floor instead. “That’s better… I think this will be a big help. It’s so difficult for us to have a discussion when we’re both trying to talk over each other, isn’t it?”

“But that’s what a discussion is,” Tiffany did her best to point out, but the thing in her mouth turned it into a nonsensical mumble. She could have taken it out, she supposed, but… Well, Cassie had asked her to keep it in, hadn’t she? She fidgeted in her seat, moving the object around some more with her tongue in an attempt to get used to it.

“If you really need to do something with your mouth, you could try giving it a suck,” Cassie suggested. “I’ve heard it can be soothing… I bet you would be pleased with it.”

Tiffany furrowed her brow, a few dots struggling to connect themselves in her mind, and not quite making it. She wiggled the object with her tongue, then sucked on it, hating to admit that Cassie was right. She did feel a bit calmer after that…

“That’s better,” Cassie smiled, Tiffany blushing, realizing her roommate knew she’d obeyed. “All right, then, back to your diapers. You’re just spending so much time changing yourself, and going through so many diapers… I bet you have to take the trash out twice as often now, thanks to how many you go through!” Honestly, there was a chance it was even more than that; Tiffany was glad she wasn’t supposed to speak so she could correct her. “I think it would make more sense if you stayed in your diapers longer.”

“B-But…” Tiffany pouted. It always made her feel so babyish, so helpless, sitting around in a used diaper…

“What was that?” Cassie asked. “You don’t know how to tell when you need a change? I’m more than happy to help. So, please, just wait until I tell you it’s time, okay? Can you give that a shot?”

Tiffany groaned, but nodded her head. Maybe Cassie was right… She probably had more experience with this sort of thing… Tiffany had never babysat, or been interested in it. She had no idea if Cassie had or not, though it seemed more likely that she might have, and if she was taking charge, then surely she knew how best to handle this… Right?

“Of course, for me to be able to assist you with that, I need to be able to see your diapers more easily. It’s easy in your maid uniform, but you can’t wear that all the time, no matter how cute you are in it… These jeans are just a huge hassle, unfortunately. But, lucky for you, I found something I think is going to be a big help…”

She turned and walked out of the living room, Tiffany watching for a moment, unsure if she was meant to follow or not, before hopping up, awkwardly tugging her pants back up her legs as she waddled after her. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, finally seeing exactly what it was that Cassie had put in her mouth, her cheeks warming at the sight of what was clearly a pacifier, the words ‘Mute Button’ written on the front mockingly. She huffed, stomping her foot in embarrassment, determined to talk to Cassie about this… Doing that while it was in, however, was going to be difficult.

“Here we go!” Cassie returned, holding something behind her back. “Why did you put your pants back on, silly? Go on, take those off, please, and your shirt.” Tiffany didn’t particularly like undressing in front of other people, but she found herself doing it anyway… It would have been pointless for her to go all the way to her room to do it, wouldn’t it?

She dropped her outfit into a pile on the floor, and Cassie, finally, revealed what she’d been holding. Tiffany’s nose wrinkled immediately, although, after the maid uniform, she shouldn’t have been too surprised to see more pink, her least favorite color. “Oh, it’s cute!” Cassie scolded. “Arms up, please!” She pulled the garment over Tiffany’s head, yanking it down over her body, then snapping it up at the crotch, Tiffany glancing back in the mirror to see that it was, indeed, a onesie, the seat covered in ruffles, her diaper bulging obviously beneath it and peeking out of the legbands, leaving no question about what she was wearing. Between that, and the pacifier, she looked like an overgrown toddler.

“This is going to be so much nicer!” Cassie promised. “It’s a nice, simple outfit… Easy to get into and out of so you can get into your uniform when it’s time to clean. And it’s only one piece, so that’s less laundry for you to do! Plus, with these snaps, changing is simpler! And I’ll be able to see when your diaper starts to droop, and I’ll know that you’re ready for a change!”

“B-But…” Tiffany found herself sucking on the paci without thinking about it, staring at her reflection, still shocked at what she saw gazing back at her. She was a adult, a college graduate, a tomboy… How had she wound up like this, in a diaper and pink, frilly onesie, nursing a pacifier?

“Aww, don’t you like it?” Cassie asked, eyes big. “Well, okay… I only wanted to help… But if you don’t want to wear that, then we can try something else.”

She took Tiffany by the hand, leading her to her own bedroom, sitting her down on her bed, where the plastic sheet that she’d convinced Tiffany to put there crinkled beneath her as she scurried off, returning with several shopping bags. “I have other options!” she announced cheerfully. “I thought the onesie would be the best to start with, but how about this?”

She pulled out a dress, one that didn’t seem any longer than the maid uniform, meaning Tiffany’s diaper would certainly be visible under it. “Or we could try this,” Cassie shrugged when she saw Tiffany’s reaction, producing a pink plaid crop top. Tiffany had always made fun of Cassie for wearing that sort of thing, unable to even imagine herself going anywhere with that much skin showing… And yet, somehow, that felt like the best option so far. “Good choice!” Cassie beamed when Tiffany pointed to it, unsnapped the onesie and yanking it off her head, tugging the shirt down in its place. “Now I can really see your diaper, so I’ll know the exact second you’re ready for a change!”

Tiffany’s eyes widened as she realized what Cassie’s words meant; she’d assumed this was only part of the outfit! She couldn’t be expected to run around the apartment like this, could she?! With her shirt coming nowhere near touching the waistband of her diaper, let alone covering it?!

“I think you’re going to be very pleased with the new wardrobe I picked out for you,” Cassie smiled. “It’s all just one piece each, so all of it will help minimize the amount of laundry, and all of it makes your diaper so much easier for me to see and check. Isn’t that nice?” She didn’t wait for a response, just patted Tiffany on the head. “Now, to make this even easier for you, I think it would be a good idea for you to just take all those silly old clothes out of your closet and your drawers, and put these new ones in their place so you can find them more quickly. Don’t you agree?”

Tiffany pouted behind her paci, though she had to nod; if Cassie had a point, and it seemed like she might, then it did make sense… “Oh,” Cassie added, “and you might as well take those panties out of your drawers, too. You can fit more diapers in there that way! Just put all that stuff into these bags, and I’ll take good care of them for you,” she smirked. “And when you’re finished, I think it’ll be just about supper time.”

Finally, Cassie removed the pacifier before she left the room, giving Tiffany a chance to ask, “Can I at least put some shorts on over…?” before she sauntered out. She didn’t really need an answer anyway… Shorts would defeat the purpose of this new wardrobe altogether.

With a sigh, she started to clear out her clothes, her old, ratty jeans and big, baggy t-shirts, slowly replacing them with girly, lacy dresses and shirts and onesies. It really did make sense, but she found herself picking the pacifier back up and slipping it into her mouth, sucking quietly on it for comfort as she packed away what she normally wore, sliding it into the shopping bags, trusting that Cassie would keep her word and take care of it for her so she could get it back eventually.

Her underwear drawer was the hardest part, seeing the thin, subdued fabric, most of them in plain gray or black, slowly being replaced by bulky, pink – of course – piles of padding. Somehow, that made it all feel more real, knowing that she couldn’t just go to her dresser, grab a pair of real undies, that all she’d find there now was more diapers… But she’d had the option to do that for a while now, and never had, and it was handier to have her diapers there, instead of in their package on the floor of her closet…

All of this, no doubt, was for the best. Cassie knew what she was doing! Why she thought that, exactly, she couldn’t say, yet she was convinced that must be the case, as crazy as some of this seemed.

When she was finished, she dropped the bags off in Cassie’s room and went to the kitchen, tying the apron Cassie had bought her for when she cooked on over her outfit, such as it was, as she walked over to the fridge, opening it up to take out the steaks she’d put in there to thaw, only to get a surprise. “Cassie?” she called, toddling to the living room, where the other girl was laying on the couch, looking at her phone. “Did you put one of the steaks back in the freezer?”

Cassie looked up at her. “I did… I just thought of a way to help reduce the number of dishes you have to do, and how much time you spend cooking.”

“Ooh!” Tiffany’s eyes lit up at that. She did hate doing the dishes, and cooking wasn’t much better. “That sounds great!”

“I thought so,” Cassie grinned. “Oh, what are you wearing, silly? If you aren’t going to put on your uniform, there’s no point wearing this and risking it getting messy while you cook!” She got up, taking Tiffany’s top off, leaving her with only a diaper under her apron. “Okay, come on… I’ll show you what I have in mind…”

And that was how Tiffany wound up sitting on the floor of the dining room in only her diaper, Cassie having told her she could get dressed again after she was done with the dishes, nursing a bottle of formula while Cassie sat at the table above, savoring the steak that Tiffany had cooked. It really wasn’t that bad, she told herself… The formula had been super simple, and the jars of baby food that Cassie had got her for other meals would be even easier. She wasn’t sure it had been any faster cooking for one person instead of two, but if Cassie was right about everything else, why wouldn’t she have been about that, too?

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It was always a little risky, heading into the lion’s den directly like that, but sometimes that was exactly what Elizabeth had to do. She knew where her target worked, of course, had even figured out which of the windows on the outside of the building were attached to his office. Unfortunately, he closed all the blinds right before the meeting time she’d found in the cryptic e-mail in his account’s recycling bin after hacking his password, so instead of using her zoom lens to get a few pictures from the building across the street, she was going to have to improvise.

It was far from ideal… The easiest window for her to use without raising too many suspicions had been in the stairwell, and she’d rightly guessed it would be pretty hot and stuffy in there, so she’d dressed accordingly. It was getting hot enough outside that nobody was likely to take the stairs rather than the elevator if they didn’t have to, which meant nobody would see her, and find that strange…

Until she made her way into the office building. It was a rookie mistake, not having something else to change into waiting in her car, although, to be fair, even if she had, she wasn’t sure she’d have had time. The blinds had shut mere minutes before the appointed time, giving her very little opportunity to come up with an alternate plan, much less hoof it to the parking garage and back.

Thankfully, she knew she ought to be able to get in; she hadn’t done so yet, but she’d called the front desk to see what their visitor policy was, just in case. It had looked like she wasn’t going to have to use it, which suited her perfectly fine… Littles didn’t tend to blend in too well in places like that.

She didn’t want to have to sign in, to leave any trace, even under a fake name. Besides, facing security could end quite badly for her, if they thought she was an escapee from the on-site daycare she knew they had, or just a troublesome little who had wandered in. All they needed was the faintest suspicion she was up to no good, and she could find herself in a diaper, up for adoption, by the end of the day.

So, even though she knew she didn’t have long to wait, she stayed outside the building, peering in through the windows, ducked down beneath the sill, until she saw someone go up to the security station and start talking. Quickly, she darted inside, sneaking across the lobby, past them, heading right for the bank of elevators.

It was a strange paradox; when it came to Amazons, most of them found it easy to overlook littles, both literally and figuratively, since they were so much smaller than them. If they wanted to get them into diapers, however, they always had a million reasons why, bringing up the tiniest mistakes that should have gone unnoticed. Sneaking around under their noses wasn’t too hard… But, if they did happen to spot her, she knew it wouldn’t end well.

She’d made it all the way to the elevators, and thought she’d pulled it off, when she heard one of the officers ask, “Did you have a little check in?” Frantically, she punched the button for the floor she needed, heart pounding, watching the doors start to close, agonizingly slow, making her wonder if she should make a break for the stairs instead.

“I’ll call the daycare,” the other one replied. “See if they have a runaway. You go catch her.”

“Come on,” she whispered, pressing the button again, and again, seeing the security officer get up, striding towards her. She might be able to outrun him to the stairwell… His legs were much longer than hers, though, and he’d definitely be able to catch up to her on the stairs. She whimpered, feeling a slight warm spot growing in her panties, knowing that was only going to make things worse for her if they took her to the daycare, no matter how small it was, making her all the more determined for the doors to close before the officer could reach her…

Finally, they did, lurching shut the last few inches as he reached out his hand to block them. She was certain she could hear the click of the button on the other side of the wall, but, luckily, the elevator began to climb upwards, taking her away from him.

This wasn’t over yet, however; all he’d have to do was watch the numbers to see which floor she stopped on. Everyone was hard at work when she stepped out, paying her no mind, although that would only last so long. She knew there was a secretary posted outside his office, and she’d have to deal with her to get close enough to do anything.

She really wished she’d had the time, and opportunity, to change into another outfit now; she didn’t know much about the secretary, but there was a chance she’d have a little in the daycare. Her rapidly developing plan was to tell her that she’d been sent up from there to fetch her, because her little was feeling a bit sick… Not perfect, since, if the woman thought about it too long, she might wonder why they’d have sent another little, instead of a worker, or simply calling. Hopefully, she’d be so worked up she’d be to the elevator before she questioned it.

If Elizabeth was wrong, she could say she’d made a mistake, and it was the secretary’s boss’s little. She knew for a fact he had a little girl… The secretary might fetch him in that case, though. Maybe Elizabeth would be able to get her camera out, snap a picture, before he figured out what was going on… She’d prefer not to take the risk of him seeing her at all.

As she approached his office, however, she had a stroke of good luck, at last. She saw him, standing in the doorway, and ducked behind the nearest desk, peeking out. “Why don’t you go ahead and take off early today?” he was suggesting. “I don’t have anything scheduled for the rest of the day, right? I can handle the phones myself.”

“Huh,” Elizabeth chuckled. “I’ll take it.”

“Hello, there!” Elizabeth jumped, hearing a voice. “What are you doing here? Did you get lost, sweetie?”

“Y-Yeah,” Elizabeth thought quickly. “I-I’m the new girl in the mail room, and I got mixed up on my way back after lunch, I think…”

“Aww,” the woman smiled down at her. “I didn’t know they hired littles for anything here, but I suppose if they’re going to put you anywhere, the mail room is the best place. It’s right by the daycare, in case you act up.” She winked playfully, though Elizabeth had no doubt that was actually what would happen to any little who took a job there, eventually. “They’re both down on floor two. Do you need me to take you back to the elevators?”

“No, I think I remember where they are,” Elizabeth told her. “Thank you!”

She scurried away, glancing back and cursing under her breath to see the woman still watching, forcing her to walk far further than she would have liked before she could safely turn, looping back around to approach her target’s office from the other end, just in time to see the secretary gather up the last of her things and walk away. In a flash, Elizabeth had swooped in, slipping beneath the woman’s desk, hidden away.

She’d tried working at a desk like this once, although she’d only made it a few days before realizing her boss had hired her so that she could slowly regress her into a baby; she’d already felt like one from the start, to be honest, with a chair so tall she almost needed help to get into it, and a desk that she could barely reach all the way across. The phone had been on the far corner, forcing her to crawl up the rest of the way into the chair to answer it.

It hadn’t been all that long ago, really, but she still looked back at it in disbelief at how naive she’d been. Her boss kept calling her, making her go up and down until she was frustrated with it, then, when Elizabeth was annoyed enough to possibly say yes, the Amazon had suggested a booster seat. Elizabeth had, of course, said no…. Only for one to show up in the chair the next day anyway.

“It’ll help with your efficiency,” her boss had told her.

But Elizabeth knew the truth; the woman had assumed she was going to say yes, had already had the booster ready to go, and decided not to take no for an answer. Elizabeth hadn’t dared walk out right then, terrified her boss would call security if she noticed she was gone for too long, to detain her at the entrance, so, instead she waited for her lunch break, and simply never returned.

Even ‘tweeners had problems with the desks. Elizabeth’s feet had never stood a chance of reaching the floor, barely making it off the seat of her chair, but she’d seen plenty of Betweeners whose legs were just a hair too short, swinging free by a few inches. That had to be embarrassing in its own way, feeling like you were so much bigger than a little, only to find you weren’t quite big enough yourself for a desk designed for an Amazon. Those few inches between their feet and the floor weren’t much, yet it was enough to remind them they weren’t the top of the food chain.

The huge size of them made them perfect for hiding underneath, however, Elizabeth able to sit comfortably there, not even having to duck her head. It was almost like they were designed for that… And, in a way, they might have been, since she’d seen some littles tucked away there when they were sick, or had gotten into trouble at daycare, and the Amazons who had claimed them weren’t able to find a babysitter in time. That did put a bit of a damper on how fun it was to have her own, private, cave, knowing that, if she got caught, she could wind up there more often, very possibly while in diapers.

She dug through her bag, trying to decide what she was going to do, now that she was here. There were blinds on the office door, too, and they were also closed from the inside, so she wasn’t going to be getting any pictures without opening the door. There was a good chance it was going to be locked, but, even if it wasn’t, she’d have to either hope that her subject was so engrossed in the meeting that he didn’t notice, or that she could outrun him back out of the building, something that was feeling less and less likely the further she got into this adventure.

Thankfully, she saw something else she’d almost forgotten about as she searched for inspiration. She’d bought it to bug someone’s office, but when it arrived, she realized it had no ability to actually save anything it heard, and had to be in range of her phone for her to listen in. It was more of a microphone than a recording device, which hadn’t done her any good then. She hadn’t felt like going through the hassle of returning it, however, and ultimately forgot about it… Now, it was exactly what she needed.

It could connect through Bluetooth, but she wasn’t certain she’d ever charged the battery – and, if she had, it had been months ago – so, rather than risking it dying on her partway through the meeting, she kept shuffling through her purse until she found the cable that would connect it directly to her phone, and allow it to draw power from there. As she was trying to remember how to hook it up, she heard a set of footsteps approaching and froze.

The office door opened, and the footsteps continued past her hiding spot, inside. Hurriedly, she plugged everything together, pushing the tiny microphone through the crack under the door, pulling up her voice recorder app and starting it up. She couldn’t hear anything, and didn’t dare turn the speaker on to see if she could monitor what was being picked up, but she could see the waveform moving, telling her something was happening.

This might be even better than her original plan, she thought. Having pictures of her subject having a meeting was one thing; having a recording of that meeting was something else entirely. Assuming the sound quality was halfway decent, it should prove to her client if their suspicions were correct, or if they were just being paranoid. It was almost too good… She might have been able to keep this job going another couple weeks otherwise.

She was working for a ‘tweener, however, and that was always risky. In a way, it was worse than working for Amazons… Betweeners had something to prove, to show they weren’t as immature as a little like Elizabeth. She was always worried, with them, that it was a trap of some kind, that she was being led into a situation where she was going to end up diapered, regressed, and helpless. The same could happen with an Amazonian client, of course, though typically they didn’t bother with subtlety… She’d heard plenty of horror stories about other little private investigators who had shown up to their first meeting with one of them, and ended up straight in a nursery.

That was part of why she hadn’t met this client in person; she only knew she was a ‘tweener because she’d checked out her social network presence after the woman had contacted her about the job. Elizabeth had tried once to set up her own fake profiles, to pretend she was an Amazon running her business, but if she ever had to call her clients on the phone, they knew right away she was lying, and pretending to be her own secretary would only get her so far… And, now and then, it was necessary to meet up with her clients, no matter how much she did her best to avoid it.

The woman was probably here in this building now; Elizabeth could play the recording for her right away, if she wanted, which she definitely didn’t. She was up for the same promotion as this Amazon, but was convinced that he was a corporate spy for another company, or perhaps offering to sell secrets to get hired there. The ‘tweener had seen him meeting with someone who she thought worked for their rival company, though she hadn’t been to get Elizabeth any good pictures so she could confirm.

That had been what Elizabeth was going to do from the stairwell, get a few shots, then track the other man down, see where he worked, and go from there… Even if he did work for that other company, that didn’t necessarily mean he was scheming with her target. They might simply be friends… If it did turn out to be who her client thought he was, she probably would have ended up here eventually, anyway… She’d just cut a few steps out of the process.

She stared down at her phone, watching the soundwaves bounce up and down boredly. If she’d known this was what she was going to be doing today, she would have set it up properly so she could have the microphone and some earbuds hooked up at the same time, so she could listen in, know what was happening, find out if this was a waste of her time… And, more importantly, when the meeting was winding down.

She had to guess about that last part, hoping that a calm in the wave meant that was what was happening, and not simply a lull in the conversation. She was actually glad she had to have the microphone hooked to her phone, since it meant she could pull it back in without crawling out from under the desk, risking being out in the open and exposed when the door opened… And that she could get it back at all. If she’d pushed it through without a cable, it might have been more convenient at first, but it would have been far harder for her to find it again, much less before the two men in the office got close to the door and potentially saw it sitting there.

She sat still, phone flipped upside down to make sure the screen didn’t accidentally turn on, not wanting to move a muscle and risk being spotted in the shadows under the desk. For a long few moments, nothing happened, and she was debating whether or not she should set everything back up to catch whatever was left of the meeting. Finally, the door opened, and she saw one pair of feet walking away, while the other stayed in the office, closing the door.

She put everything into her bag, crawling out from under the desk and heading back for the elevators. The stairs might have been a safer bet, but all of this excitement was starting to get to her. She was going to need a good, long nap this afternoon to recharge, but hopefully she’d at least be able to make it home first, maybe listen to enough of her recording to see if it was worth sending off to her client. If she walked all the way down the stairs, she’d almost certainly not have the energy for even that.

Her chronic fatigue syndrome was never convenient, but most of the time, if she was just taking pictures of potentially cheating spouses, or tracking people down online, it wasn’t too hard to manage… It was times like these, when she had to make a last minute change that involved something much more physical, especially that she wasn’t prepared for, that it was at its worst.

She made it to the elevators, chose an empty one, and pushed the button for the ground floor, leaning against the wall with a sigh. Sitting in the dark under the desk, she hadn’t realized how bad it was… She was really going to be in trouble if the guards were still looking for her, if she wasn’t able to slip past them somehow. Even at full energy, outrunning them would be difficult; now, it was impossible.

She glanced up, feeling the elevator lurch to a stop, surprised that she’d reached the lobby so quickly. When the door slid open, however, it was onto another floor that looked much the same as the one she’d started on, a beautiful Amazon woman stepping into the car with her, Elizabeth’s cheeks going pink at the sight of her, immediately struck by how gorgeous she was. She knew it was an Amazon, that she was dangerous, especially to someone like her, that she couldn’t trust her… But, in that moment, despite all of that, she felt a weakness in her knees that had nothing to do with her illness.

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Heather wasn’t really sure why she felt so nervous, but she couldn’t deny that her palms were sweating slightly as she packed her purse for the date. It was always good to be ready for anything, of course; she didn’t want the other woman to get worried, or suspicious, however, so she was going with a smaller purse, trying to make everything she would need fit inside.

She wasn’t used to this, not anymore. She’d crawled up the ranks at her company, and made a lot of money doing it… She could, typically, get whatever she wanted, with very little trouble. Sometimes it took a bit of scheming, but that was no problem. She knew she could do this, too, make this date go the way she wanted… So why did she feel so anxious about it?

She decided to hit pause on her purse, leaving its potential contents spread across her bed, heading into the shower instead, stripping down and stepping into the warm water, letting it do its best to wash away her doubts. This was it, she reminded herself… She’d been waiting for this moment for a long time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. She couldn’t throw this away now!

She couldn’t exactly explain how she knew the other woman was right; it had been a feeling, one that struck her right away, as soon as she’d seen her in the elevator. “Do you work here?” she’d asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before…”

That was an understatement. Between her long, magenta hair, her nose and navel piercings, and the crop top she was wearing to show the latter off, a fashion nobody outside perhaps the IT department would be able to get away with wearing here, Heather was certain she was, at best, new, if not a visitor, or something like that.

“Oh,” the woman had blushed, fidgeting slightly. “S-Sort of?”

“Sort of?” Heather had arched an eyebrow. “How do you sort of work here?”

The woman had eyed her, looking nervous herself for a moment, then drew herself up to her full, petite height. “I’m doing work here,” she clarified. “But I don’t actually work here.”

“How intriguing,” Heather had smirked. “Should I be worried? Do I need to call security on you?”

The woman had shaken her head, cheeks turning a little pinker. “I-I’m on my way out,” she’d promised.

Heather wasn’t really that bothered by it, knew that anything important was behind locked doors, and someone who wandered in wouldn’t be able to see anything too sensitive. Even so, she couldn’t help herself, leaping into action as soon as the elevator doors slid open, stepping in front of the woman, standing right between the doors, arms folded, legs spread, taking up all the space she could.

“I don’t know,” she’d said. “Maybe I should call them and see if you checked in properly…”

The other woman’s eyes darted around the elevator car, seeing she was trapped, gauging whether or not she could slip out without being grabbed. “I-I’m really not up to anything,” she’d promised. “I-I’m just going to be on my way…”

That wasn’t what Heather wanted, though. Even then, she’d known there was something about the other woman. She could have had her detained, and known exactly where she was, until she decided for sure what she wanted to do about it; instead, she’d told her, “I suppose I can let you do that… If you have some drinks with me tonight.”

The woman had blinked, taken by surprise. “Wh-What?”

“Drinks,” Heather had repeated. “Unless you’d like to explain to security what you’re up to.”

But that hadn’t felt right… She did want to have drinks with the woman, to get to know her a little better; she didn’t want the woman to feel like she didn’t have a choice, however. “I’m sorry,” she’d blushed. “I-I didn’t… I’m not going to call security. I’d just like to have some drinks with you, if you want.”

After the way she’d acted, she hadn’t expected the woman to go along with it, yet, to her surprise, she’d said yes. That didn’t mean she was going to show up, of course – she could’ve said that to ensure Heather let her go – but Heather had promised to pay, as an apology, as she walked the other woman out the front door, a bit horrified at her own behavior.

Would it be enough? Or had Heather scared her away already? She knew she’d been too aggressive… She was used to getting what she wanted, however, and seeing her there, in the elevator, Heather had known that this woman was what she wanted. She really wished she’d gotten her phone number, or at least her name, but pushing for that after their encounter might have spooked the woman off.

She’d said she was going to show up, and Heather just had to trust she would. She stepped out of the shower, drying herself off, walking to her closer to decide on what to wear. She had plenty of nice dresses, yet she found her eyes drifting over to her suits, the things she wore to work. That was what the woman had seen her in already… It would help her to identify Heather. And, on top of that, Heather always felt more powerful in them, more in charge…

The time they’d agreed upon was drawing closer, and she was running out of time, so she returned to her purse. Just the essentials, she told herself. She had to bring her ID and her credit cards, obviously, since she was paying, and it was never a bad idea to have some spare lipstick for a touch-up… The sun was going to be setting as she drove over to the bar they’d chosen, so she threw in a pair of sunglasses. That left just enough room for the travel size bottle of baby powder she’d found, and, most importantly of all, the diaper.

She knew she was going to need that; the other woman’s crop top and shorts had made it clear that, despite very plainly being a little, the other woman hadn’t been in a diaper. Heather had no idea how she’d avoided being snatched up by some Amazon before now, though she was glad for it… That meant that she would have the honor of doing exactly that tonight.

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“Huh?” Elizabeth looked over at her girlfriend, Evelyn, in confusion, both of them standing naked in front of their ‘maid’, hands on their heads, as the much larger woman stared them down, heavy wooden spoon in hand. “What are you talking about? Those were your panties!”

It was difficult to hide her grin as she saw Evelyn’s shocked expression, as she watched the young woman stomp her foot. “Yeah, I know!” she glared. “You’ve been wearing them, because you told me the washing machine destroyed most of yours!”

This was always the most difficult part, the one where Elizabeth had to reign in her excitement at seeing all of her work pay off, at getting to see her victims watch the trap close around them. She had to be careful, of course… If she let her enthusiasm show, there was a good chance she’d give it all away, or at least make them, or the caretaker she’d roped into her game, suspect there was more to this than met the eye, and if they started to poke around… Well, things could get messy real quick.

“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth asked, blinking her eyes innocently, so glad she’d been interested in theater when she was younger, even if she’d never gotten a role as juicy and challenging as this onstage. “The washer destroyed all of my panties, all at once? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

Evelyn’s jaw dropped, and her hands followed for a brief moment, before a rap on her knuckles with the spoon sent them shooting back upwards to their proper position. “That’s what you said!” she whined. “That’s why I hired… her… in the first place!”

To be fair, she was right about all that. Poor, dumb Evelyn… She was such a spoiled little rich girl, moving out on her own for the first time… She hadn’t even known how to use the washing machine on her own, which made it so simple for Elizabeth to trick her. She’d come up with the idea for getting a maid on her own, after Elizabeth had borrowed her phone, doing a few quick searches for housecleaning services so she’d start to get ads for them, to put the idea in her mind. And then, Elizabeth had found the perfect one, as if she hadn’t had the woman in mind all along, as if this wasn’t where things had been heading since the moment she’d started to chat with Evelyn…

“We could go buy more,” Elizabeth had told the girl after her supposed incident. “You already have so many pairs of your own, you told me you never wear even half of them, and we’re the same size… Why don’t we share?”

From there, it had been easy. All it had taken was a few ‘accidents’, with the resulting wet and messy panties stuffed into the hamper, then stashed around the house after the maid had given them both a lecture about how they should let her know, rather than attempting to hide the evidence, and a puddle or two to get the woman really annoyed at them, and here they were.

“I don’t pee my pants!” Evelyn insisted. “I haven’t since… Since forever! I know it was you! I know it!”

Elizabeth shook her head slowly, giving the increasingly frustrated girl a sympathetic look. “Oh, Evie, you don’t have to pretend anymore… Maybe this is for the best. You’ve been making things so much harder for her by trying to pretend it isn’t happening… I know you don’t understand what it’s like to have to do all this by yourself, but…”

“It’s not my fault!” Evelyn fumed. “You know it isn’t! Tell her the truth!”

“I am!” Elizabeth said sweetly. “I’d never lie to you, ma’am! I respect you too much for that!”

Maybe she was laying it on too thick… She could see a shadow cross the maid’s face as she looked between her and Evelyn. It was true that, after finding the latest puddle – after having a stern talk with both of them about how they couldn’t just leave those there without telling her, how they were going to ruin the floors if they kept this up – she’d stripped them both down, and found both of their panties dry… And that she had no way of knowing which of them was behind all this.

“Let me show you,” Elizabeth told the maid, eyeing her spoon, not daring to move. “C-Can I show you?”

There was a long, tense moment, and the woman nodded. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief, trotting through the house to her bedroom, such as it was. The two of them slept in the same bed, but Evelyn’s place was so big, Elizabeth had insisted she have a room of her own anyway, if only to keep her clothes in it, separate. They were the same size, so they could, and often did, share… Neither one of them wanted to completely blend their wardrobes, however, wanted an easy way to know what belonged to who, and this was the simplest way, since the master bedroom had only one big closet, which either one of them could have filled on their own.

Elizabeth pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, stepping aside to let the maid, and Evelyn, see what was inside. “See?” she looked up at the maid. “They’re perfectly fine!”

“Wh-What?!” Evelyn sputtered, staring at row after row of neatly folded panties, watching as the maid picked them up, unfolding them, inspecting them, finding no stains, no evidence that Elizabeth had been having accidents. “Y-You said…”

“Why don’t we go see what yours look like, young lady?” the maid cut her off harshly, grabbing Evelyn by the ear. Elizabeth could have stayed behind then, secure in the knowledge that her plan, as always, had worked… But she didn’t want to miss the pay-off.

“Oww!” Evelyn squealed, her short legs struggling to keep up with the maid’s as she was dragged out of the room, down the hall. “I-It’s not me! I-I didn’t do anything! I don’t pee my pants!”

But that wasn’t what her underwear drawer showed. The first layer of panties were clean; it didn’t take much digging, however, for the maid to find the ones that weren’t in such good shape, freshly laundered, yet stained yellow, and, in some cases, brown… “What are these, young lady?!” the maid demanded, shoving a pair of them into Evelyn’s face, rubbing her wrinkled nose in them.

“I-I didn’t…” Evelyn sniffled, shaking her head. “I-It was Elizabeth!”

The maid sighed in frustration. “And why would you think that? You just saw that Elizabeth is a big girl who knows how to keep her underwear clean and dry, unlike you!”

“No!” Evelyn stomped her foot, tears welling up in her eyes. Perhaps they could have given the maid pause… Except, now, they looked more like tears of fear, of realizing that she’d been caught at last. “No, i-it..!”

She was silenced with a final squeak of indignation as the larger woman shoved the pair of panties into her mouth, gagging her with them. “I’m not going to hear any more of that, young lady!” she snapped. “You’re even more of an immature, spoiled brat than I thought… And, let me tell you, I already thought you weren’t much better than some of the grade schoolers who live in the other houses I clean…”

Elizabeth had wondered, when this had all began, if it would be better to go through the farce with her panties, shredding a pair with scissors to show to Evelyn as proof that her washing machine had destroyed them all, or if she should stay quiet, using the girl’s undies in secret… She’d decided on the former so Evelyn wouldn’t think it was odd if she noticed some of her panties missing from her drawer, or if she recognized them around Elizabeth’s waist, if Elizabeth forgot to change out of them before bedtime… And now, seeing the look of betrayal on the girl’s face, she could tell it had been totally worth it.

If anything, it had taken the maid longer than she’d expected to get fed up. Which had, in turn, given her more time to wear, and ruin, more of Evelyn underwear, stashing some of them in the hamper, or around the house in the rooms she knew the maid would be cleaning that day, and washing some of them on her own for this moment, waiting for the maid to take a peek and see how carefully she’d kept them all arranged, leaving just enough untouched that Evelyn wouldn’t suspect a thing, while most of the rest of them looked like they belonged to a barely potty-trained toddler. There was another layer at the bottom of the drawer, which she used to cover up any holes that might appear in the top one, but the maid hadn’t felt the need to dig that far.

“Come along,” the maid ordered, shoving Evelyn back towards the hallway. “I know how to deal with naughty girls like you.”

This was it, Elizabeth thought. This was why she’d chosen the maid in the first place… She could feel heat building in inside of her, rushing to her cheeks, and between her legs, making her glad when the maid glanced over her shoulder and told her, “You can get dressed now, Elizabeth. I’m sorry for the confusion,” even if it meant she was going to miss part of the fun.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” she nodded, watching reluctantly as the other girl was hauled away, protesting into the wad of cloth in her mouth until she got a warning swat from the wooden spoon right on her wiggling, white backside.

Elizabeth hurried back to her bedroom, getting herself dressed as quickly as she could, fighting her urge to start to rub herself, or hump her pillow. Things were only going to get better from here… And she would have plenty of time for that tonight, after it was all over, when there was no risk of the maid walking in on her and putting the pieces together.

She walked into the living room mid-spanking, Evelyn’s bottom already turning pink, her legs kicking, but clearly starting to lose strength. Elizabeth hung back, her own rear wiggling in response as she watched the spoon rise and fall, knowing exactly what it felt like… This had turned out very well for her, unlike other times. There had been plenty of occasions where she’d wound up over the caretaker’s lap herself, at the very least… Usually, she was able to avoid any further consequences, though not always.

She knew Evelyn had never been spanked, had talked about it with her when they’d gone shopping. Elizabeth had spotted the wooden spoon – a few days prior, which was what had led her to suggesting they go to that store – and said it was just what Evelyn needed for her kitchen… And then blushed and squirmed, waiting for Evelyn to ask her why she was so uncomfortable suddenly.

“I-It’s nothing,” she’d lied. “Well… It doesn’t make you think of anything?”

“I don’t know,” Evelyn had shrugged. “Cooking?”

Elizabeth had rolled her eyes. “Other than that.” Evelyn had stared at the spoon for a long moment, shaken her head. “You never got… swatted with one, when you were younger?”

“Swatted?” Evelyn’s eyebrows had raised.

“You know,” Elizabeth had fidgeted. “Spanked…”

Elizabeth had watched as Evelyn’s eyes widened, had known then, before the girl said the words, that the answer was no. “We can buy something else, if you don’t…”

“No,” Elizabeth had told her, pretending to be brave. “This is perfect, and there’s no point letting a few bad childhood memories spoil that.”

That made it all the more fun, seeing it smack against the little rich girl’s bottom again and again, waiting for the moment that she had no doubt was coming, that almost always did for first-timers like Evelyn…

The panties in the girl’s mouth kept her gasp from being too loud, but Elizabeth could still see the shock on her face when it happened, an involuntary smile crossing her own face as she peered away from Evelyn’s, saw the stream of liquid dripping from her, soaking into the maid’s pants, starting to dribble onto the floor….

“You disgusting little brat!” the maid scolded, swinging the spoon harder than ever. “And you thought you could pretend this was all Elizabeth’s fault?! Look at you!”

Elizabeth almost felt sorry for Evelyn as the spanking intensified, hardly able to imagine how mortifying this must be for her… And not allowing herself to try, for fear that she’d find her hands between her legs despite her best efforts, right in front of the other two women. She was absolutely bawling by the time the maid was finished with her, and was given very little time to recover, draped over the maid’s knees, worn out, before she was pushed to her feet, guided to the front door.

Evelyn managed a muffled whimper, trying to cover her chest, when she saw the door open. “There’s nothing there for anyone to see,” the maid smirked, Elizabeth’s face lighting up along with Evelyn’s, knowing how similar their sizes were, how that probably applied to her as well. “Besides, if you would have let me park in your garage, we wouldn’t have to go outside.”

But out Evelyn went, panties peeking from her mouth, red bottom shining in the sunlight, tears glistening on her cheeks as she was dragged to the maid’s car. Even when the woman let go of her, however, she didn’t try to run back inside, clearly already aware enough of her new place to know not to do that… Instead, she bounced in place, arms flailing, not knowing whether to hide her crotch, her breasts, her butt…

Elizabeth watched out the window, biting down hard on her bottom lip, her phone poised and ready… And it was absolutely worth it for the moment she’d known was coming, when the maid produced a thick, bulky pile of cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants from her trunk.

“No!” Evelyn shrieked, no doubt drawing far more attention to herself than she would have if she’d stayed silent, finally getting the courage to pull the panties out of her mouth to protest this newest, most humiliating, injustice. “N-No, you can’t!”

Elizabeth had, of course, known that the maid also ran a diaper service, and that she was known for having a quick temper, and was a fan of old-fashioned discipline… And she’d known that, if she played her cards right, those could all come together just right. And now, here she was, getting to enjoy the fruits of her labor, phone recording the scene as the girl shrank back from her enraged employee.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” the maid demanded, snatching the now soggy underwear from Evelyn’s hand, shoving it back into her mouth before bending her over the trunk, her battered backside sticking out, ripe for a few more swings of the spoon. “I don’t think you understand the way things are going to be around here from now on, young lady…”

While Elizabeth would have loved to see it up close, this was almost better… She never would have dared to have her phone out if she was in the same room, and the window frame hid the rest of her body, let her enjoy it in a way she hadn’t had the chance to do with the initial spanking. This one was far shorter, but that was all right, since it ended exactly the way Elizabeth knew it would, with the maid spreading the diapers out on the lawn.

Fresh tears were pouring down Evelyn’s face as she looked down at the mass of cloth, up at the maid, the question of, “Here?!” unmistakable in her eyes, even if she wasn’t about to take the panties out of her mouth to voice it out loud.

“If you could have behaved yourself, we could have done this inside,” the maid informed her. “Now lie down, or do you need round three?”

She held up the spoon, and Evelyn practically dived onto the diaper, her nose wrinkling as she felt the size of it beneath her, wiggling and whimpering helplessly. “You’d better get used to these, young lady,” the maid told her sternly. “I will not be cleaning up any more puddles in your house, young lady, so you’re going to be wearing these full time from now on, to prevent that!”

Elizabeth swallowed a moan, seeing the moment when the diaper was pulled up between Evelyn’s legs, the moment of shock when she realized how big and bulky they really were, as her thighs were forced apart. Elizabeth rubbed harder, all those instances where she’d wound up in that position, either beside her intended target, or instead of them, when her plans had gone wrong, rushing back to her. She never minded it too much… But it was so much better when she pulled it off, when her victim took all of the blame…

The maid pinned the diapers closed, nice and snug, then slid the pair of plastic pants over them. Elizabeth had thought she saw a gleam of metal on them, though she hadn’t been certain until the woman pulled the chain tight, locking them in place, leaving Evelyn gawking down in disbelief at what had just transpired. “Only I have the key to these,” the maid said, giving the diaper a pat. “I know I can’t trust you to keep these on by yourself.”

Evelyn’s breath quickened, Elizabeth’s doing the same in response, as her panicked mind put together what that meant, her hands sliding over the slick plastic, the diapers bulging beneath them. “That’s right,” the maid confirmed. “That means no more potty for you… But, judging by the state of your underwear, that won’t be much of a change.”

Elizabeth’s toes curled as a wave of pleasure crashed through her, nearly making her miss the moment the maid helped Evelyn to her feet, Evelyn nearly tumbling back down, unused to the thickness of the diaper. She managed to record a few seconds of that before she lowered her phone, slipping it into her pocket, trying to calm herself down so she could act innocent when the maid stepped back inside, shepherding a far meeker, more submissive, Evelyn.

“Now, then, Miss Evelyn,” the maid declared, closing the door behind her, “like I told you, I’m not cleaning up any more puddles here… So you are going to go take care of your mess on your own. When you’re done, we’re going back upstairs, and you are going to throw away every pair of those nasty underwear, and only then will I let you remove these ones.” She patted Evelyn’s mouth. “I hope, by then, you’ve come up with a good apology for your behavior today, or I might have to send you to bed early, without supper.”

Evelyn glared at Elizabeth, trying to will her to explain things, to admit that this was all her doing… But all Elizabeth wanted to do, staring back at the girl, naked except for the huge, cloth diaper around her waist, was to masturbate again, knowing full well that this was, indeed, all thanks to her, and that the maid would never believe Evelyn about that now, no matter how many times she said it.

Elizabeth wished she could be there to witness all of that, but already, she was thinking about what else she could do, how else she could maneuver somebody else into this position… She’d lost count of what number she was on; it was never enough, not when the pay-off was as sweet as this.

“I hate to ask this,” the maid told her, once they had Evelyn tucked into bed, the underwear drawer of her dresser filled with diapers now, her exhausting, mortifying day sending her off to sleep despite the sun still being up outside her window, “but could you keep an eye on her for me, when I’m not here?”

“I don’t know,” Elizabeth shrugged. “I really had no idea she was this immature… I-I love her, but… I don’t know if I can handle this.”

The maid nodded. “I understand.”

“Of course,” Elizabeth suggested, “she has enough money, she could probably pay you to stay here full-time… And, if she doesn’t, her parents definitely do, and I’m sure they’d be very interested to hear what their daughter has been up to…”

She was back in her own apartment by the time night fell, with the maid promising to box her things up for her so she could come by and pick them up. She drew herself a nice, warm bath, and, with a glass of wine, she played the video she’d recorded that day on repeat, watching Evelyn’s diapering over and over, ignoring the notification chime until she was satisfied, ready to crawl into bed.

By then, she’d forgotten all about the notification, until, with a sneaky smile, she decided to give the video one more watch and saw it. It was an e-mail, she saw, and she was shocked to see that it had come from someone she hadn’t spoken to in a decade.

Opening it up, she was greeted with something else she hadn’t seen for nearly that long. “Hi, Holly,” the message read, using her real first name, the one she’d given up, deciding to go by her middle name instead. ‘I hope you’re doing well! I got your e-mail address from your parents. I understand if you’re unable to do this, but the theater is doing a bit of a retrospective show. We’re doing numbers from shows we’ve performed over the last ten years. I know you and your ‘twin’ weren’t able to finish your last show with us; the girls we got to replace you aren’t available to do this show, so we thought it might be fun if you came back, as kind of a ‘what if.'”

The e-mail went on from there, giving more details and rehearsal times, though that was as far as Elizabeth needed to read to know the one question she wanted the answer to if she were going to say yes. “So,” she wrote back, “if you’re asking me, does this mean Laura is coming back, too?”

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