[[Lily's diaper bag->X:XX - Clarification]] was packed up tight with all the essentials. Baby powder, wipes, oil and a lavender bottle of lotion, bottles with spare nipples, a colorful assortment of binkies, a few plushies, and, of course, an assortment of diapers in all sizes.
Honestly, she probably overdid it, but tonight she was babysitting for a family just a few blocks down her street. The walk was short enough that she could manage the weight.
The setting sun dyed the evening sky shades of dusty orange and plum. A wisp of wind lapped at Lily's neck. It was a little chilly. Picking up the pace, she regretted only wearing the leggings.
Lily read out the house numbers on the mailboxes until she arrived at her destination. 3022 Poplar Sreet. The house was on the small side, but looked cozy, with its steep roof and vinyl siding. She stepped into the yard. It was a little overgrown, but the grass was very thick, perfect to roll around in. And once the leaves turned their colors and fell, once they were raked into tall piles and flopped into, would be the perfect cushion to land on.
The bright red front door opened on its own. A warm yellow light spilled out, and a short man poked out his head. He waved before disappearing back into the house.
"You must be Lily!" he called from inside. "Come in!" Then, she heard him shout, "Eri! Babysitter's here!"
He seemed nice enough. She hopped up onto the front stoop, and gingerly [[pushed the door open further->7:32 PM - Meeting]].
Well, not Lily's diaper bag, as in the diapers in the bag are for her, [[right->7:30 PM - Arrival]]?
Or... [[are they->Bad End I]]?
The diaper bag looked like it was about to burst. With a little effort, Lily tugged open the zipper, leaned in close, and breathed in all the wonderful scents contained inside. She twisted open the baby powder, gave the bottle a squeeze, and giggled as a sweet, white cloud billowed out.
Hooking a thumb into the waistband of her plain, white panties, Lily shuffled them down her legs and kicked them into a corner. Delving deep into the bag, she pulled out a soft, white diaper. With well-practiced technique, she stretched it all the way out, folded it lengthwise, and eased out all the creases and folds before laying it out flat on the floor.
She flipped the baby powder upside down and sprinkled some all over the open diaper (and a little bit on the carpet). From inside the bag she pulled a small lavender bottle of lotion and squeezed a dollop into her hand. Squishing the lotion between her fingers, she breathed in the soft herbal scent as she rubbed it between her hands, then spread it all over the skin that was just moments away from being wrapped up in a thick, cushy diaper.
Lily laid down on top of the open diaper, wiggling her hips into place, then drew the front of it up between her legs, pressing the powdery cotton up against her skin, still slick with lotion. Once each tape was snugly fastened, she ran her fingers all around the diaper, down between her legs, across her bottom, making sure the powder was spread all around.
It was cushy, comfy bliss. She closed her eyes, which felt so very suddenly heavy, and drifted off to sleep.
BAD END I
You didn't even make it out of your house!
On the other side of the door was a very well-lived-in living room. A big, shabby brown couch dominated the room. A pile of books cluttered a pale wooden coffee table. And, curled up in a blanket on a green velvet loveseat, a girl. Probably the one she would be babysitting.
"Um, hi there," Lily offered.
No response. Lily took another step inside, tried to get a better look at her charge. Her long brown hair was bunched into two loose, messy low pigtails. Her face, a little obscured by the blanket, at first glance looked to be that of a teenager.
"Hello, hello, hello!" the man said, entering the room. "It's good to finally meet you in person. I'm Rich, and you must be Lily. Sorry for disappearing. I'm in a little bit of a rush and I wasn't quite ready." He gestured to the girl on the loveseat. "I see you've met Eri." Then, notcing the overfull diaper bag, he clapped his hands together excitedly, "And I see you're quite prepared!"
"Hi Mr. Lovelace!" Lily replied. "No need to apologize. Not quite yet. And, yep, always prepared!" She counted in her head. Yep, that was an answer to every question. "I'm curious, though," she said. "Eri seems [[a little older->BBR1]] than you described on the phone."
"Well, how old did I make her sound? She's eight. Although folks always tell me she's an old soul."
"Must just be my imagination," Lily said. "Anyway, I said hi, but she's a little quiet."
"Ah, that's because she's sleeping. If she [[stays that way->SBR1]] you might end up having a pretty easy night!"
Mr. Lovelace frowned. "Unfortunately, she only //looks// a little older. I would much prefer if she //acted// that way." He pronounced "acted" quite pointedly, gesturing toward the girl with his chin.
"Is she asleep?" Lily asked.
"No, just pouting. She was punished for her attitude right before you arrived. She doesn't think she needs a babysitter."
The girl stirred. A whine emanated from the underneath the blanket, muffled by the fabric.
He turned back to Lily. "I think you'll find [[the plain facts->DDLG1]] of the situation prove otherwise."
Lily stood up straight. "Whether she wants a babysitter or not, I'll do my best!"
Mr. Lovelace smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Anyway, I hope she doesn't give you any trouble. I've got to be on my way. I'll be back very late this evening. Let's call bedtime 10PM. I'm cross with her, but fair."
The blanket whined again.
"//Even// if one particular silly girl doesn't think so."
Lily grinned. She was worried the punishment would make things uncomfortable, but he was sweet. She was sure everything would be fine. "Well I think I can take it from here!"
"I think so too." Mr. Lovelace walked over to the girl in the blanket, and planted a kiss on the crown of her head. "I love you," he said. "Be a good girl."
No response from the blanket.
He sighed, smiled to Lily, checked his watch, and made his way to the door and out into the dusky evening.
The room was silent. Eri didn't stir. Lily took a few deep breaths and put on her best chipper babysitter act.
"Okay, miss grumpy-pants! [[Let's get up and find something to do!->BBR2]]"
Mr. Lovelace walked over to his sleeping daughter, drawing the blanket back from her face. The youngster was sound asleep.
"Sleeps like a log," he said, jostling her. Nothing. Out cold.
"That's fine," Lily said, a twinge of excitement bubbling up in her belly. "I've dealt with plenty of sleepers. I'll make sure to check up on her every 15 minutes, and if she gets up, we'll get right down to playing!"
Mr. Lovelace grinned. "Sounds perfect, Lily. I feel great leaving her in your capable hands." He walked over, kissed Eri on the crown of her head, and made his way out the front door and into the dusky evening.
TEMP END
"The plain facts?" Lily asked.
"It's quite simple," Mr. Lovelace said, walking over the loveseat. He grabbed a fistful of the blanket and whisked it off the girl in one brisk motion. The girl squealed.
"See?" he said, gesturing to her with an open hand. "Eri is wearing a diaper, diapers are for babies, and babies need babysitters."
Eri couldn't have been any younger than Lily. She was completely naked except for a thick, green and white diaper. It looked to be covered in cartoon animals. On her hands were smooth, pink fingerless mittens, and a pacifier was strapped into her mouth, secured in place by a fat pink band. With her useless hands she pawed ineffectually at the blanket in Mr. Lovelace's hand, trying to hide herself behind it.
A torrent of unease boiled in Lily's stomach. [[Her first reaction->KNP1]] was to spin on her heel and run, but her body felt rooted to the ground.
TEMP END
Things had gotten real weird, real fast. It was time to go.
Lily spun on her heel to turn for the door, but ran face-first into a pair of breasts. Embarrassed, she stammered out, "Oh, sorry, I... havetogo," but she felt two arms envelop her, squeeze tight. Too tight. A hand with long fingernails combed through her hair, caressed the back of her head, pressed her face firmly into the breasts.
"Nonsense," a woman's voice cooed. "You just got here. And you are just so adorable."
A kiss was planted on the crown of Lily's head. She was released from the hug, but the woman's hands clamped tightly around her wrists. The fingernails dug in just enough. Lily, finally able to move her head, looked up.
A spat of freckles peppered the woman's face. Her orange hair was cut into a carefree lob. She wore a simple dress with a sunny floral pattern. Her full, pouty lips a bold shade of candy red. A smile crept across her face. "I could just eat you up."
Lily felt a second pair of hands grasp her shoulders, trace down her back, follow the flare of her hips, and cup the curves of her bottom. "You've always wanted twins, dearest," Mr. Lovelace said.
Lily turned to Eri, whose eyes were wide, a little red, welling up with tears.
TEMP BAD END
I think you've got this babysitting thing backward.
Miss Grumpy-Pants did not want to get up and find something to do. She just retreated further under the blanket. Drastic measures were required.
Lily walked over, grabbed the blanket, and tugged, slowly revealing her charge's face. Just as Lily suspected, Eri was indeed older, a young teen, most likely just a few years younger than her. As much as Lily appreciated the money, and as much as she believed Mr. Lovelace had Eri's best interests at heart, Eri was right: she did not need a babysitter.
Eri yelped, shot right up straight, and tugged the blanket right back up to her chin. "Don't do that!" she yelled.
Lily laughed. "Now we're talking!" She held up a shush finger to her lips. "Inside voices, though. I'm right next to you." Lily didn't let up on the blanket, tugging and tugging, as Eri fought back fiercely.
"Donnnn't!" she whined.
"And why not?" Lily asked, "We're finally having a little fun!"
Eri tugged. "I'm not."
Lily tugged. "You are, you're just a grumpy-pants."
Eri tugged. "No!" Tug. "I'm not." She broke eye contact with Lily, kept her eyes glued to the floor. Finally, she shouted, "I'm not wearing pants!"
Lily laughed. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Well it's true!"
Lily decided to end this charade. She grabbed a fistful of blanket in each hand, pretended to loosen her grip, and when Eri lowered her guard, she ripped the blanket right off.
Eri shrieked, thrusting her hands between her legs. She was wearing a small, cornflower blue t-shirt that barely reached her belly button. And she was not wearing pants. What she was wearing a crisp, white diaper that crinkled as the girl dug her hands into the thick padding.
Lily, in shock, asked, "Eri, where are your pants?"
The girl began to cry in earnest. "Daddy took them."
TEMP END
You are a terrible person.
Your name is Lily. You are a humble babysitter, but there exists a timeline where you are the Best Babysitter Who Ever Sat. Can you make the right choices and fulfill your destiny?
[[Let's Begin->7:30 PM - Arrival]]