It'll Be Funny - Part 3 (Patreon)

"Is this a joke, young lady?" the woman from the front desk demanded, holding Barb's skirt as the girl stood there, aghast, in only a shirt and diaper, still stunned for a moment at the fact she'd been partially disrobed by a stranger.

"No!" Barb squeaked. "I-I mean, it is, but it isn't mine... Y-You see, my sister..."

"I don't want to hear it," the woman shook her head, thankfully handing the skirt back. "If you can't take this seriously, you have no place working here."

"No, I can!" Barb promised. "Please, give me a chance!"

"Not dressed like that," the woman said. "Come back tomorrow in something more appropriate, and I'll see what I can do. I'll tell the owner you were feeling under the weather and had to leave... She'll understand."

"I-I can take it off," Barb offered. "And..."

"I don't think so," the woman smirked. "If you really do need it, I'd rather not have you running around without it."

"I don't!" Barb wailed, but the other woman wouldn't listen, so she was stuck sitting in the foyer of the daycare until Cathy's class was over, watching parents dropping off their kids, blushing every time she saw those same cartoon characters from her diapers on one of the kids', certain she felt the woman from the front desk glancing at her, also aware of how she matched them.

"It's all your fault!" Barb fumed at Cathy in the car. "I probably don't have a chance at all there now!"

"If you didn't have a chance, they wouldn't bother having you come back in," Cathy told her. "It'll be all right."

Except, the next day, Cathy was waiting outside the bathroom again, diaper in hand. "No way!" Barb stomped her foot. "I'm lucky they gave me a second chance, I really doubt they'll give me a third if they see me come in wearing that!"

"You promised," Cathy reminded her. "Besides, all you have to do is make sure they don't find out... If you wear a longer shirt, then even if your skirt slips down, they won't see the diaper. I'll help you pick something out."

"I already did it once!" Barb pouted.

"But you didn't have your interview, so it doesn't count," Cathy said, barging into Barb's room and rifling through her closet while the younger girl stood behind her, wrapped in a towel. "Here, this should work!"

"That isn't even a shirt, it's a dress," Barb pointed out, although she could see, going by the length, why her step-sister might have thought otherwise.

"Then it'll be perfect," Cathy told her. "You can put some pants on, and voila! No diaper peeking!"

Barb didn't really have a choice in the matter; Cathy dressed her like a doll - like her namesake, if Barbie came in a baby version - and insisted, once more, in driving. This time, she even got out of the car and walked Barb to the front door. "Oh, I'm so proud," she teased. "My baby sister is all grown up!"

"Yeah, yeah," Barb rolled her eyes. "Would you... Hey!"

For the third time in as many days, Barb felt her bottoms being stripped away as Cathy yanked her pants down, nearly making her fall as she yanked them off her feet, then, giggling, shoved her through the door. Barb anxiously tugged at the hem of her dress, blushing when she saw the same woman from the day before sitting at the front desk, but she knew right away there was no point trying to hide it.

"This is what you consider more appropriate?" the woman sighed. "I should have known better than to give you another shot. Well, come on, then, you might as well finish filling out your application... But I have somewhere nicer than that cramped little room for you to do it."