Just To Be Nice

Emma crept past the lounge - past where her parents were chatting with the new "house sitter" (who is literally just a babysitter) - into the hallway, spying the large pad of paper, detailing the instructions for the new girl. Emma smiled to herself, realizing that her plan was gong much better than she expected it to. She'd finally get revenge on her parents, and a babysitter, for thinking they need to look after a recently turned eighteen year old. They'd been babying her for years unnecessarily, which ironically inspired this idea.

She picked up the pad - which confirmed her suspicions that her parents wanted this girl to spy on her - along with a pen, and made sure to add one small addition to the requests list: 'Emma is going through a little rough patch with her hormones at the moment, and it's caused a bit of night time incontinence. It's not a huge deal, but she gets very upset around bedtime because she has to wear some protection. I know it's a lot to ask, but if you could pretend to have that problem as well, it would really mean a lot to her. We've laid out some clothes for you in the spare bedroom that you can use to pretend with. Thanks again!'

Ironing Duties

"Have you lost yet?" Alice's voice was muffled through the walls, but I still caught her tone. I felt myself blushing, pressing the iron hard over a stubborn crease on my shirt.

"You know, I would have finished by now." she added, peeking her head around the door frame to stick her tongue out at me. I didn't look up. The pressure in my bladder was making it even harder to do this damn housework, and my almost involuntary potty dance wasn't making things any easier.

It didn't take long before I found it all a little too overwhelming, and my bladder burst just for a moment, staining the pure white padding of the diaper with a splash of warm yellow. My sudden pause must have given me away, if the spot didn't.

"I totally called it." she mused. "Now, carry on. I meant what I said: You'll only be changing when its done... except, because you pissed yourself, it'll be into another diaper." I groaned, continuing my little shuffle, damning the folds in our clothes that made this take so long. The soft crinkling of the diaper only added to my blush.

"You know, this is the most productive I've ever seen you... I might just hold onto your room key, and the bathroom key, for a little longer." Alice smirked at me as she left the room, laughing. I'd get her back, one day!

Sissy's Holidays: The Halloween Favour

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Age Appropriate

"Dani, please stop messing around. We're just here for a few groceries."

I looked up at my girlfriend, grinning dumbly, riding the cart past her towards the front entrance. "This is fun, try it."

"Danielle." Claire repeated. "Please, you're in heels for God's sake."

My black leather platforms certainly were not very helpful, but I'd done this a thousand times.

"I'm just having some fun." I replied, hiking myself up on the handle bars and pushing myself forward, not at all concerned about the fact that my skirt is almost certainly not performing the duties of a skirt right now as it flipped up against my lower back. "Don't be a- UMFH!" I collided with a bollard that I swore came out of nowhere. The car trying to park beside me screeched to a halt, inches away from my hip. I gave the old man driving the thing a quirky grin and my middle finger, adjusted my cart, and began another short sprint to get some nice speed.

"DANI!" she screamed suddenly. "STOP!"

I didn't, but the cart most certainly did. I was flung, ass over head, flipping into the trolley, slamming my face into the metal. The pain shot through me, and my eyes watered as my body slumped awkwardly, caught. 

"Oww!" I  whined playfully, looking up at Claire. Claire looked like she wasn't in a playful mode. In fact, she'd gone white.

"Baby, it's fine, I'm completely fine."

"No. Look!"

I followed her gaze, rubbing the tears from my eyes as I caught sight of myself.