A Sitter's Tale - Part 1 (Patreon)

A caption story, for both last month and this, for an anonymous patron. Pictures property of UKDiaperGirls, Nappy School, ABHunnies, and DiaperGal. 

You're probably wondering how I ended up like this, huh? I can't say I blame you... Sometimes, I still wonder myself. Why am I, an adult woman, freshly graduated from college, lying in bed in the middle of the day, sucking on a pacifier, wearing a baby diaper? A wet baby diaper at that... Well, it's kind of a long story, but naptime is pretty long, too...

It all started a few months ago, right after graduation. I was feeling very grown-up, and free, now that I was finally done with school, but, unlike a lot of my friends, I hadn't found a job before I left. I'd applied for a couple things, sure; none of them looked like the sort of places I wanted to spend potentially the next twenty or more years of my life. So, instead, I moved back home with my dad. 

I hadn't taken a gap year before starting college, so I was looking forward to just being able to relax for a little while, take some time off before starting my job search again... My bitchy stepmother, on the other hand, had other plans. I don't know why it was any of her business - though I have to admit, I didn't really want to be around her any more than I had to, either - but she insisted that, as long as I was staying there, I had to prove that I was at least trying to find work, practically making me fill out the applications in front of her to make sure I actually did them!

She'd even got to my dad... He'd encouraged me to take a year off before college, to make sure I knew what I wanted to do, but, of course, I'd ignored him, saying that I just wanted to get it over with, that if I took a break I might not want to go back. Well, now I was done with it, and I was ready for that year off, and when I told him that, he took my stepmom's side... 

If I'd had the money for it, I would have moved out, but I was fresh out of college, with barely enough funds to pay for one month's rent at a decent place, much less a whole year. Instead, I scoured the classified section to find something easy, something that would hopefully still give me a decent amount of free time, something that would shut them up...

I'd babysat before, though it had been quite a while ago. I was sure it was like riding a bike... How hard could it be to remember how to look after a toddler? There were plenty of ads looking for sitters, but one stood out, promising steady work and decent pay, and most weekends off. I would just have to be there during the day, while the kid's parents were at their own jobs... They'd decided daycare just wasn't right for their precious little moppet, so they were doing this instead, and looking for somebody to make a semi-long term commitment, to keep things consistent.

I knew it wasn't what my dad or stepmom had in mind, but that just made it all the better... I called the number in the ad, met with the parents, and, within a week, I was hired. Little did I know what that was going to mean for me...