How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART TWENTY-TWO:
From the hall I hear Jenny talking excitedly to Stewart.
"Katie wears a diaper all the time!" she tells him. "And Katie needs to
sleep in a diaper 'cause she might wet the bed. That's the rule."
"That true?" Stewart asks skeptically.
"Are you getting the diaper on?" he asks through the door.
"Yeah!" Jenny pipes up. "You promised to be the baby!"
The pink tank-top and green skirt crash my fantasy. This isn't fun
anymore. I was excited by the diaper for some insane reason but I can't
stand the little green skirt and the pink tank-top. I hate them.
I gently pull the pink dress over my head. Part of me wants to ball it up
and throw it out the window. Part of me needs it to be perfect and
without creases the next time I want to wear it. I don't want to wear it
anymore. It's wrong. It's exhilarating. I hang it reverently in the
closet next to the uniforms. I carefully undo the straps on my girlie
shoes and place them nicely below the dresses. I close the closet door. I
don't want to see the girl's clothes anymore.
I see myself in the mirror. I'm an embarrassment. Black lace bra and
panties... my hair is still bunched oddly on each side of my head despite
the hair ties being removed. I yank off the bra and panties and toss them
into my sock drawer. I get the white bathing suit and do the same thing.
I don't want to see the girl's clothes anymore.
I turn back to the infantile clothes and diaper on my bed.
No!
"I can't do it!" I yell at them. "No more!"
"You promised!" Jenny laments.
"It's not fun anymore!" I tell them.
"You cheater!" Jenny's voice wavers. "You..." she trails off into sobs.
I hear Jenny storm into her own room. I don't hear Stewart anymore. He
must be standing stunned in the hallway. Hell, what would I do in his
place? Leave? Yeah, probably.
He knocks on my door.
"Don't come in," I warn him. "I'm changing."
"So you are putting on the baby clothes?" he asks. "I was worried you
were having a breakdown."
"I am having a breakdown!" I find myself yelling.
"Calm down," he voices softly. "Calm down."
"I can't do this. I'm freaking out. It's wrong," I rant.
"That's ok," he says. "You don't have to dress up for Jenny."
I try to get my breathing under control. I'm playing with the diaper. I'm
looking at my tan in the mirror. The bra outline is very obvious. I'm
shamed. I'm disgusted. I'm aroused. I can hear Jenny sobbing from her
room. Even little promises are a big deal to a kid, I guess.
"It's just a game anyway," Stewart says. "In your home," he draws out the
words slowly and calmly, "safe and hidden."
"I don't think it's a game," I confess, "for me. For Jenny, it's a game,
I think..."
This is not just a dress-up game. I'm hyperventilating. I'm turned on.
I'm so confused.
I'm wearing the diaper. I'm not entirely sure when I put it on. My hands
are running over the plastic crotch and the crinkly elastic waistband and
leg-holes. What the hell? I crumble to the ground. I am betrayed again by
my erection. I *love* this.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
"No!" I blurt out. "I'm naked!"
"I like naked," he says.
"No!" I repeat.
My erection betrays me further. I don't want him to see me. I want to
wear the diapers without anyone seeing me. I scurry to the bed.
"Just teasing," he says. "Get some clothes on and get out here, you have
a guest," he mocks mildly.
I look to the bed again, to the skirt and tank, again. I actually
consider wearing them. I hate them. I really fucking hate them. I only
think about the walk home from the pool when I see them. I hated that. My
erection pushes violently against the padding of the diaper. No! I hate
it! Listed to me, penis! You hate it too! Dammit!
Something's missing. I turn the covers over to check. The skirt and tank
are on the bed... where are the rumba panties? They were here a second ago...
I'm wearing them. They are firmly locked on. When did I do that? I check
my reflection from the neck to the knees. I run my hands over the rumba
pants.
I hear muttering from the other side of the door. I hear Jenny's sobs
subside. I hear her pitter-patter. I hear my door open. Panic!
I stumble towards the door but Jenny manages to enter the room before I
am close. She closes the door behind her. Her eyes are a bit red but she
looks pleased.
"You're going to be the baby!" she exclaims. "YES!" Her fist pumps the
air.
I become a heap on the floor.
"Lemme help," she says as she crosses the room to the bed.
She scoops up the skirt and tank and stands before me.
"I don't like this," I mutter.
"You promised," she reminds me. "And sometimes you hafta do things you
don't like..." She borrows some wisdom from her father. I think he meant
going to the dentist when he told her that. This is not quite the same
thing as going to the dentist...
She lifts her arms over head letting the tank-top drape like a flag on a
windless day. She looks me in the eye and waits for me to mimic her. I
do. The tank top is pulled down over my head and tugged into position on
my chest. It's still too short and looks stupid on me. I feel like an
idiot.
She flails her arms upwards in a pantomime. Stand up! I do. I haven't the
will to do this on my own but I will let her *make* me wear the clothes.
She holds the skirt open at my knees and looks up into my eyes again.
Step in. I do. In one motion she pulls the skirt over my hips and into
position.
"Sit!" she demands.
I plop to the floor. She's obviously in charge now. I am submitting to my
baby sister. What the hell is this? I shouldn't but it makes everything
easier.
I'm lost in thought as she tugs on my hair. I know what to expect when I
see my reflection. Sure enough, as I turn my head to check the mirror, I
see the pig-tails are back. They are rough, uneven, and uncombed, but
they are definitely little-girl pig-tails on either side of my head.
Jenny even added a barrette in my forelocks to hold them to one side. A
part of me floats. A part of me dies. My eyes drop to her feet. She
shoves a binky in my mouth.
"Done!" she proclaims. "You are the baby girl Katie now!"
In her excitement she spins on the spot and does a flourish with her
arms.
"Ta-da!"
I tilt my head to check my reflection again. I'm a joke. This is
terrible. This is terribly exciting. I'm terrified. I'm elated. I'm
exhausted.
"Mister?!" she calls through the door. It opens a crack.
"You can come in now, mister!" she summons Stewart.
He does enter the room, gasps, and recovers his composure. I can tell.
"Now what?" he asks Jenny. "You're the daddy, right?"
"I hafta go to work." She rushes to the door and heads down the stairs.
"You guys watch TV and wait for me to get home!" she instructs.
I'm alone with Stewart. I feel really stupid. This is dumb. Why am I
dressed like this? I hate it! He helps me stand and looks me up and down.
He laughs.
"Thup up!" I tell him. My words are muffled by the binky.
"Come on," he responds. "This is pretty funny. Look at yourself." He
motions to the mirror.
I don't like the mirror anymore. I waive it away.
He leads me down the stairs to the foyer and, eventually, to the family
room for some Saturday afternoon TV. He hands me a teddy bear and flips
the channels. I cuddle the bear as I notice that many are showing the
news. It's past six. It'll be dinner soon. We need to order some food.
"Thtew!" I tell him. "Orrer fooh."
"I know this great pizza place," he says. "Let me order for you..."
"O-A," I agree easily. How could I fight him? Look at me! I'm definitely
*not* in charge any more.
"You've got money?" he asks as he gets off the couch and wanders into the
kitchen.
"Wenny buckth," I tell him around the binky.
"I'm on it!" he says eagerly. "You'll love this place. It's Gourmet!"
Soon Jenny's in the house. She was mucking around in front for awhile. I
assume she wanted to make it seem like she was away at work selling ice
cream for millions of dollars. She does know how to imagine a good gig.
"I'm ho-ome," she sing-songs from the foyer and stomps her feet a few
times. She's obviously imitating some Disney sitcom dad.
"Where's my dinner?" she asks loudly as she enters the hall and turns to
look into the family room.
She spies the TV and changes the channel to Treehouse without consulting
me.
"You watch baby shows," she tells me, "baby!"
I take the binky out of my mouth.
"There's no mommy to make you dinner," I tell her.
She jumps onto the couch next to me and forcibly puts the binky back in
my mouth.
"He's the mommy!" she gestures to the kitchen, the probable location of
Stewart. "And you can't talk 'cause you're a baby!" she berates me.
I cuddle the bear and look past her at the TV. She's satisfied and jumps
off the couch to the kitchen. I don't remember Stewart agreeing to be the
mommy. He's certainly not dressed the part.
"Twenty minutes," Stewart declares as he enters the room.
"Twenty minutes what?" Jenny demands. She's a bossy little thing when
she's the daddy.
"Twenty minutes for dinner," he tells her. "I ordered delivery."
"Oh ok!" she says. "I need my dinner 'cause I was working hard all day,"
she explains.
"What happened at work?" he asks her.
I tune them out. The diaper is bothering me. The wadding is sexually
delicious but the pinching of the elastics around my butt is annoying.
The shows on TV are dumb and I'm not in the mood to be the baby. I know I
look like an idiot and I just want to change. I can't though.
"Now what?" I interrupt them, pacifier in hand.
Jenny stops her description of the life of a million-dollar ice cream
salesman and storms over to me.
"Shh!" she berates. "Babies don't talk!"
I pop the pacifier back into my mouth and gesture a zipper across my
lips. She smiles.
Soon she's ordering us about to one room or another. Stewart is obeying
her commands with little protest. They consist mostly of getting her
things that are out of her reach and listening to her stories about
business.
Suddenly she jumps up and heads to the foyer. We follow her.
"I have to go to the hardware store," she declares and throws open the
front door.
"Um!" says the delivery guy. He's balancing a pizza in one hand and
poised to ring the bell.
"Pizza..." he trails off and then stares right at me.
Panic! I will myself invisible. I melt into the floor. I disappear behind
Stewart. None of these work so I turn to scamper to the powder room and
out of sight.
"Jason!" the delivery guy calls out. "Right?"
I can feel his broad smile. Son-of-a-bitch! It's the same guy as
yesterday. The one who saw me in the girl's school uniform. The one who
was looking at me like some potential sexual conquest. The one who is
currently staring at my babied form and enjoying my plight.
I fall into the powder room, crashing into the counter.
"I like this house," he says to himself. "You do this a lot?" he asks
Stewart.
"I don't think so," he replies.
"I'm the daddy!" Jenny calls for the delivery guy's attention. "Jason..."
she starts. "Katie," she corrects, "is the baby girl!"
"Ho-kay" the delivery guy says loudly. "You guys are fun!" he asserts.
"You want to play?" Jenny offers the near-stranger.
I cower in the powder room, shoving my body into the corner formed by the
wall and the cabinet beneath the sink.
"No!" I call out. The binky falls from my mouth and bounces out the open
door.
"This guy is the mommy," Jenny explains as she tugs on Stewart's shirt.
"But he's not dressed right." She turns to him. "You should dress like a
mommy. Go!" she commands.
"This is messed up," the pizza guy says.
"I'm Stewart," Stewart offers. He goes nowhere.
"Kevin," the delivery guy replies.
"I'm," Jenny pauses, "Mr. Smith." She drops her voice to be out-of-
character. "But really I'm Jenny."
"He has to go now!" I demand from my hiding spot.
"Shush!" Jenny yells at me.
"Don't worry, Jason!" Kevin pretends to appease me. "Don't worry your
pretty panties about it!" he guffaws. "I'm going once I get the money."
I drop my head. It hits the side of the toilet with a clunk. This
delivery guy, Kevin, is now intimately familiar with my family and has
seen me in drag twice. Shit! And this time in a goddamn diaper!
"Where's the money?" Stewart asks loudly.
"Kevin needs the money for the pizza," Jenny explains.
Where is the money? I trace back to this morning. Did I put them in my
shorts? The shorts I wore to go swimming? The shorts that Caleb stole
leaving me to come home on foot in drag? Those shorts? No! The money
can't be in those shorts! Where else? Please let the money be in the
house!
"In the kitchen?" I say unconvincingly.
"Where in the kitchen?" Stewart asks.
"I don't know," I almost well up into tears. "Just in the kitchen."
Jenny tears off into the kitchen. Stewart steps back from the foyer to
peer into the powder room.
"I don't see the money," Jenny calls out.
"I think you have to help us find the money," Stewart tells me. His eyes
harden. He nods at me and mouths, "Sorry."
I have to leave the powder room in this get-up and stroll past the
delivery guy. If I do all that, I may be lucky enough to find the money
and pay for the pizza. All I have to do is completely humiliate myself in
front of this pervert Kevin. This pervert that I forcibly pushed off the
porch yesterday when he saw me dressed as a schoolgirl. I can't. I must.
I'm fucked. Suddenly I'm standing shakily in the hallway. My tiny skirt
does nothing to hide the bright fuchsia ruffles of the bright fuchsia
rumba panties. My nipples are erect against the soft cotton of the pink
tank-top. It's more of a crop-top on me. I'm humiliated. My diaper
rustles as I walk. My shame grows. Kevin's smile grows... I can tell. I die
a little.
"So you're a baby tonight, eh Jason?" Kevin mocks me.
"Shut up!" I tell him.
I lunge into the kitchen so that I may hide from Kevin's sight again.
Jenny's on a step-stool at the kitchen counter.
"Not there!" She states as she demonstrates with a sweep of her arm that
there is no money on her small table, her toy-box, or her bookshelf.
"An' not there!" She points to the refrigerator door. "Or here." She
slaps the counter.
There's no money! What's the penalty for having no money when the pizza
guy comes? What do they do?!
"There's no freaking money!" I yell from the kitchen. "I don't know
what..." I break down.
I'm sitting on the floor in the kitchen. I want everything to go away.
I'm bawling. My words choke up and stick in my mouth. Jenny puts the
pacifier in my mouth and strokes my hair.
What! No! Stop that. I can't voice my words. My arms barely move. They
won't push her hands away. I hear Stewart talking with Kevin... something
about a black mark. I hear a familiar voice join them. A voice I don't
want to hear. A most unwelcome voice. My bawling stops. My ears hone in.
Every syllable becomes clear. Every word rattles me.
"I can help with that," the voice offers.
Jenny has left my side. She's in the hallway looking at the main door.
She skips away, cheering.
"Hi Mister Owens!" she beams.
"Hi Jenny!" he greets her. "You kids doing some babysitting tonight?" he
asks. "I love babysitting!"
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