How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART 1: SNARED
I'm Jason. I live with my mother, Emma my older sister, Larry my step-
father, and Jenny my four year old step-sister. I'm currently a junior in
my last two weeks of school before summer break.
It's Thursday; mom and Larry planned to go out for the evening so they
asked me to watch over Jenny. Emma was out with her friends; most likely
getting completely shit-faced. She has received a scholarship for
cheerleading and has been already granted entrance to her favorite
college. She's been skipping school since she got the acceptance letter.
She's cool. I won't rat her out.
Jenny and I get along really well but this was the first time I had to be
with her by myself for an entire evening. We watched some TV and played a
girl's video game for a while. I tickled her occasionally and gave her
some big hugs. She loved the attention. Her bedtime came and went without
me really paying attention. We had a good time.
It was around nine o'clock that she became a little difficult. I figured
immediately that she was tired so I ushered her to bed. I popped up from
my spot on the floor in front of the TV with her and turned it off. She
of course put up a huge fuss.
"I want to play longer," she said and pouted.
"We played for a long time, longer than mom or dad would let you. It's so
late and you should be in bed," I tried to reason with her.
"No no no no no no," she just started wailing.
This kept going for some time. Her voice got louder. She drowned out my
hushes. She got up and started stomping about the room. I had to get her
under control and into bed. She was way too tired. I reached out for her
hand and tried to lead her to the stairs
"You're just sleepy. It's time for bed. We'll play more tomorrow," I
offered up.
She went stiff and resisted my lead so my patience wore out. I grabbed
her wrist and tugged. This is when I noticed something I had not thought
of before: she was a big girl. My mother, sister, and I are slender but
Larry, my step-father, was Samoan. He was a very big man. Jenny carried
his genes. Her chest and shoulders were about the same size as mine. She
pulled firmly against me and I struggled to move her. I may be two feet
taller than her but she was a really strong kid. Her lower center of
gravity worked to her advantage and I had no choice but to pick her up
and carry her upstairs. She flailed and screamed. I was drained when I
got her to her room.
"You have to get ready for bed. You can't be awake when mom and dad get
home or I'll be in trouble. If I get in trouble I won't be allowed to
babysit you again." It was an idle threat but I hoped she enjoyed the
time we spent together enough to cooperate.
I put her on her on the edge of the bed and she calmed down.
Mom had laid out Jenny's sleepwear on the bed. There was a pink cotton
nightie with satin trim, a girl's disposable diaper covered in My Little
Pony images, and fuschia plastic pants with ruffles. Jenny was a bed-
wetter.
I helped her out of her shorts, tank top and panties. She didn't fuss
much.
"Ok, now we have to put on your diaper," I said as I laid her back on the
bed.
She immediately sat back up and screached at me.
"I'm not a baby. I don't want to wear the diaper any more. No no no no
no," she yelled out at me.
I put down the diaper and tried to hug her but she pushed me away.
"I'm sorry Jenny but you have to wear the diaper tonight. I'll get in
trouble if you go to bed without your diaper. We can talk to Mom and Dad
about it in the morning. Maybe you won't wear them next time," I said
hoping to soothe her.
"No no no," she said. She lowered her voice but still wasn't willing to
cooperate. "You don't want to get in trouble then you do it."
She started chanting: "You do it! You do it! You do it!"
This went on for a very long time. I checked the clock. It was closing in
on 10. Mom and Larry were due back at 11. I needed her dressed, in bed,
and asleep by then. I can't believe that I cannot force this little girl
into her diaper. I pondered my situation for a moment while her taunting
continued and decided that I could put on the diaper now and take it off
when I leave her room after she's in bed.
"Ok, Ok, Ok! I'll do it too," I yelled back at her.
She was silent immediately.
"You will?" she asked.
"Yes, but you will too. Ok?" I offered.
She nodded. I picked up the girly diaper, turned around, and pulled down
my shorts and boxers. With my back to her, I placed the diaper on the
floor and sat on it. I laid back and pulled it over my penis and testes,
laying it flush with my tummy. At this moment she ran over.
"I wanna help!" she called out.
Her little hands moved quickly to the fastening strips and attached the
diaper to me. It fit. I didn't expect it to and I did not like the
feeling of a diaper on me. It was humiliating. I could feel my cheeks
warm up. This better work. She better be convinced to put on a diaper
too. I got up and displayed the diaper to her.
"See? Now you." I did a sweep of my arms and then motioned to her.
"No. There's more. You have to wear the pants too. You always wear pants
with a diaper," she said.
She snatched up the plastic pants from the bed and held them by my feet.
I went ahead and stepped into them and she raised them to my waist. She
quickly moved around me to make sure the diaper was covered and spent a
quick moment behind my back. I heard a click.
"Now they won't fall off," she said with some pride. Like most kids she
enjoyed helping.
"Now will you put on a diaper like me?" I asked.
She nodded and walked over to the closet. I heard her digging through a
shelving unit in there. She returned with an identical diaper and another
pair of plastic pants, these were white and had no ruffles. She didn't
fuss at all as I instructed her to lie down on the diaper so I could
secure it. I then pulled the white plastic pants over her diaper.
"That's no so bad, is it?" I asked her.
She nodded. I could see she was getting tired.
"Now let's put on your nighty," I offered.
"No!" she belted. "You do it too."
What is she thinking? Is this a dress-up game to her? What was I
thinking, wearing a diaper to coerce her into bed. I felt really stupid.
"You have to wear your nightie. It's time for bed," I tried to reason
with her.
"You do it! You do it! You do it!" she chanted again.
I checked the clock. We've been at this for over a half-hour. I have to
get her into bed and get out of this diaper before Mom and Larry get
home. She kept stomping around and taunting for several minutes. I don't
have time for this.
"Ok. Ok. Ok! We'll both put on nighties," I said.
I was defeated by my four year old step-sister.
"Yes!" she cheered.
She snatched up the nightie, sat on the bed, and patted it where she
wanted me to sit. I smiled and sat next to her.
"Lift your arms," she commanded.
I did and in a moment my head was wrapped in pink. She tugged on it a few
times and it actually fell over my shoulders and down my body. I was
wearing her nighty. I wasn't even a little tight in the chest or
shoulders and flowed loosely over my stomach. She stood on the bed for a
second and fussed with the collar at the back.
"See look, I'm ready for bed. Will you get ready now too?" I asked.
"Ok. That's my only nightie but I'll get some pajamas," she conceded.
She went back to the shelf in the closet and came back with a pair of
blue cotton shorts and a white tee, both covered in Dora the Explorer
logos. They were not too different from what she was wearing earlier.
"These are my normal pajamas," she said as she presented them to me. She
continued as she pulled the clothes on. "Me and mommy, we went shopping
today for that nightie and the rumba panties. She wanted me to wear it to
bed, and I'm supposed to try it to see if I like it but I don't like it.
I'm happy I'm wearing my old pants. Mommy bought the ones you're wearing
because these ones come off while I'm sleeping sometimes," she told me.
I felt like an idiot. Here I was dressed up in her girliest nightwear and
diapers while she was about to put on a pair of shorts and a tee to go to
bed.
"Ok, get in bed," I told her and she obeyed.
It was now about 10:45. Hopefully she passes out before 11. I'll be out
of this embarrassing outfit in a sec. I grabbed my clothes off the floor
and backed out of her room, flicking the light switch as I went and
shutting her door behind me. Once I was in my own room, I heard the front
door open. Quickly I shut my door to avoid detection. I do not want to be
seen like this. Through my door I heard a man and a woman keeping their
voices down in respect to the sleeping child. Hopefully Jenny's really
sleeping.
I turned my attention to the nightie I had on. It was fitting me well
across my chest and shoulders so I couldn't just slip it over my head. I
tried to reach behind my back to unfasten it. I went to my closet door
mirror; it was floor-to-ceiling; so I could see myself. What a sight I
made. I was wearing a short pink nightie with an empire waist. Its satiny
hem stopped just below my hips. Its satiny collar was high and close to
my neck. Its sleeves with satiny cuffs ended on my biceps. Below the hem,
I could clearly see very bright and bold fuschia plastic panties. They
were puffed out; it was obvious that a diaper was underneath. I could see
the ruffles on the panties puffing out on the sides of the diaper. I
could see no buttons or anything on the front of the dress so I turned my
back to the mirror. Where is the clasp holding this on me?
I fumbled with the back of the collar and found some buttons. I attempted
to undo them but it didn't work. They were small and I couldn't find the
eyelets with my fingertips. I searched above them to find a lock. A lock!
What the hell is a lock doing on a little girl's nightie? I couldn't move
the clasp with the lock in place. I couldn't remove the nightie!
"Ok. Ok. Ok. Calm down. Calm the fuck down..." I whispered to myself.
I heard footsteps in the hallway.
I have to get this off. I lifted the hem and put my fingers on the rumba
panties. They were secure. I tried to wedge my fingers between the
material and my hips. I succeeded but something very hard in the panty
cut off the circulation in my fingers. I could move the panty a bit but I
couldn't pull it down. What the fuck?! Hold on. Jenny said that these
were new plastic panties because the other ones kept falling off. These
panties will not fall off? That's impossible. They're just vinyl with
polyester ruffles and an elastic waist. Why won't they come off? I
searched along the waistbandwith my fingertips and found the source of my
problem: another lock!
The footsteps paused, a door opened, and I heard some whispering. After a
few moments, the footsteps resumed towards my door.
I went back to work on the panties but they wouldn't budge and the lock
had no give.
I was locked into diapers, ruffled plastic pants, and a girl's nightie.
What the fuck am I going to do about this?
Locked...
A key! Where's the goddamn key? Maybe Jenny knows. Jenny's asleep. Mom
would know. There's no way I'm approaching mom in this outfit.
This is when I heard the knock at my door and saw the doorknob begin to
turn.
END OF PART ONE
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