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Was this going too far? It was strange the question only occurred to Stefanie now, as she was sitting in her bedroom in a diaper, pacifier in her mouth, but that was just how the mind worked sometimes.

The answer was, of course, yes. She'd known that from the moment she'd made the order online, and certainly as she'd pulled a diaper out of the package, sat down on it, awkwardly taped it up on herself. And yet, it hadn't fully sunken in until now, looking at the next item from the box, and really absorbed what she was going to have to do, if she went through with this.

It was a cute little skirtall - it even said it right on the front, 'Cutie Pie', inscribed on the pocket over a smiling cartoon pie - but nobody over the age of four would ever be caught in it... Especially with what she would be wearing underneath it. Was it even going to be long enough to completely cover the diaper? It had been so much thicker, and bulkier, than she'd ever imagined it could be... Judging the length of the dress at a glance, she had a feeling the slightest movement would leave her flashing it for the world to see, if she wasn't showing it off constantly. And she was going to be doing it in the one place where she could guarantee everyone would know exactly what it was.

Just as intended. It might be slightly more awkward than she'd expected getting to her destination and back, but once she was there, that was what she wanted. She wanted to make sure everyone got a good look at her padded backside, and knew what a big, immature baby she was.

Or, rather, what a big, immature baby Bethany was. They were twins, and, ever since they were little, everyone always told them how they couldn't tell them apart, which was why Stefanie was positive this was going to work. She didn't want to lose her sister her job, but if that was what happened... Well, to be honest, it might serve her right. Bethany had stolen Cole from her, when she knew Stefanie was into him; she deserved to lose something, perhaps something more tangible than the respect of her co-workers.

At the very least, this was going to make things weird for her sister when she went into work next, give her something to explain. Stefanie smirked, imagining the girl sitting there in front of her boss, squirming, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for why she'd done this... Potentially without being told why the woman was so upset. Stefanie could see Bethany unknowingly saying the wrong thing, making herself look even sillier...

It wasn't her intention to get her sister fired, but there were so many other daycares around, and she was so qualified, she'd probably get a new one in no time. Whereas, unless she did something, Stefanie wasn't going to get Cole back. He'd made his choice, and, no matter how hard she tried, Stefanie couldn't change his mind. She'd deal with that later, though...

"Here goes," she told herself, tugging on a shirt, then slipping into the skirtall and revealing the complete look to her mirror. "Holy crap," she couldn't resist saying out loud, hand on her pacified mouth, glad she wasn't trying to get anyone to actually understand her through the thing, "I look ridiculous!" Going off the reflection, she never would have guessed the person staring back at her was in her twenties... Ignoring her size, she looked closer to a tenth that age, especially with that crinkly, white plastic sticking out from under the hem.

It was perfect. She had one last item in her box, a pacifier clip, and she attached that to the pocket on the front of the skirtall before grabbing her keys and heading out, feeling an odd rush of excitement and humiliation as she practically ran from her front door to her car in the driveway, realizing only when she was there that the motion had definitely made her skirt bounce and flap, and shown off the diaper underneath to anyone nearby.

That was all right, she told herself. Just like everything else, if it came up, she would blame it on Bethany. She had no idea what she was going to do with the girl... An adult, and acting - and dressing - like this! It was hard to believe they were related, much less twins...

At first, she drove like a bat out of hell, wanting to get this over with and return home to get out of this hot, bulky diaper, but she forced herself to calm down. She didn't have Bethany's driver's license, after all, so if she got pulled over, the police officer would know exactly who she was, and would definitely be able to look down, see the paci dangling down, bumping against her chest lightly at every stop light and sign, and, far worse, the diaper poking out... She'd tried when she sat down initially, and there was no way to make the dress long enough to hide it completely.

She ran into another problem when she got to her destination, and saw a couple women standing outside, chatting, presumably on break, right by the door, looking out on the parking lot. She had no idea who they were, or if they knew her sister... She'd planned on parking as close to the building as possible, reducing the time she had to be outside and visible, but if they knew what Bethany's car looked like, they'd know straight off something was wrong. She cursed to herself, forced herself to keep driving, parking on the street, out of view, and march her way down the sidewalk, constantly tugging at her hem, feeling the gaze of everyone who passed by.

It was still fine... She never came here herself. They'd likely never see either of them again, though, if they saw either, it was more likely to be Bethany. As she approached the daycare, she did her best to leave the skirtall alone, act like she didn't notice it, that it didn't bother her.

"Hi, girls!" she waved, twirling a few strands of hair from one long, ribbon-tied ponytail around her finger. "I am such a ditz... I left my key here again yesterday! I'm just gonna go grab it, okay?"

The women standing outside glanced at one another, clearly confused, and shocked, according to plan. Stefanie barely held her smirk until she'd turned around, giving them a little wave and sauntering towards the door, giving her diapered bottom a little wiggle to guarantee they noticed it.

"Wait!" one of them shouted, making her freeze, hands starting to clench into fists, wondering if she'd messed up somehow. "Let me get the door for you."

"Oh, my God," she giggled, feeling the tension draining out of her. "You're my hero! I really can be such an airhead! As soon as I noticed it was gone, I just ran right over here... I didn't even bother to get changed!" She felt people looking at her again, but this time she savored it, wriggling in place, inconspicuously tugging the dress upwards. "I probably need to be punished tomorrow for being such a dummy..."

It had been a surreal experience, walking through the building, past little kids who were dressed far more like her than the people much closer to her age working there.  She strutted around, ensuring as many of Bethany's coworkers as possible saw her, then, finally, found the employee locker room, where a couple more were having a quick snack.

She was happy to find Bethany's name on one of the lower lockers, giving her an excuse to bend over, letting the skirt ride all the way up, exposing the huge, white expanse of her diaper; she was more pleased that Bethany hadn't changed, and still used the same combination they'd both chosen in high school. There wasn't much in there, but, sure enough, she found a spare key hidden in the back, under a carefully folded change of clothing, probably there - knowing her sister - 'just in case'.

"There it is!" she exclaimed, standing up, giving a little dance of happiness for her audience of two. "I'm so glad I found it! I'd better get back home now... Mommy'll be mad if she finds out I'm not taking my nap! I bet I'll get a spanking!"

She scurried away, somehow making it all the way to her car before bursting out in laughter. She'd pulled it off! And she'd gotten the key to this place, too... She hadn't been sure if that would work or not, but there it was, sitting on the passenger's side seat, teasing her. She had fantasized about taking this further, although she hadn't known how to do it... This key could, in fact, be the key to pulling it off.

Bethany might have kept the same locker combination, but she'd changed the password to her e-mail address long ago, and Stefanie had no idea how to get ahold of her phone to send a text from it, so she went old-fashioned with it, writing a note and taping it to Cole's front door, inviting him to meet her 'at work' that night for a 'special surprise', telling him not to ask anything about it beforehand. There was no way she was going to keep the diaper on until then, and she ripped the plastic getting the tapes undone... Fortunately, she'd ordered a sample pack, the cheapest way to get any of them, so she had another ready to go.

Emboldened by her earlier success, Stefanie decided to throw caution to the wind, choosing her tiniest miniskirt, and a tie-front crop top that would give her no recourse, no chance of using it to help her hide what else she was wearing. Along with her heels, there was no mistaking this version of her reflection for a toddler... However, the diaper was still hugely obvious, even more than it had been before.

All the cars were gone when she returned to the daycare, giving her a straight, unimpeded shot to the door, unlocking it with the key she'd stolen. It wasn't breaking and entering, she told herself, not as long as she had that. She'd even return it to the locker, if she could lock the door behind her when she left, just to add to the confusion the next day when her sister showed up to deal with the aftermath of all this.

She fixed herself a bottle of milk, then waited patiently for Cole to arrive. She spent the whole time preparing mentally, bracing herself, yet, at the sight of him turning that corner, seeing here there in her diaper, she couldn't help feeling humiliated, overwhelmed, vulnerable... She took a big swig of her milk to calm herself, hearing her diaper crinkle as she shifted her position.

"Daddy!" she squealed, hopping to her feet. "I'm so glad you made it!"

"Umm... What is this?" he frowned.

"I told you I had a surprise for you!" she giggled. "Aren't you surprised? Didn't you ever wonder why I like working with kids so much? It's because I am one! I'm just a big baby!" She wiggled her hips, letting her skirt slip down over the slick plastic of her diaper, pooling around her ankles. He'd probably seen the diaper before, but perhaps he hadn't known what it was; now, there would be no doubt.

"Oopsie!" she bit her finger. "I'm such a silly baby! Does Daddy wanna change me? I've been drinking my milkies all day, and I've definitely had an accident!"

"I, uh... I-I'm not..." he shook his head, all of this clearly too much for him, exactly as she'd hoped. 

"Where are you going, Daddy?" she pouted as he turned, started to retreat. "You can't leave baby Bethany all by herself! I'm gonna get a diaper rash if you don't help me change my diapie!"

Now, with that over, all Stefanie had to do was sit back and wait for her rewards to fall into her lap. Bethany was going to be furious, and that would be delicious in and of itself... But it would be far better when Cole came crawling back to her, unable to deal with Bethany's kink.

She'd planned on just relaxing for the next day and watching her phone. To her surprise, however, she got a knock at her door. She hurried over, wondering if Cole had decided to come sweep her off her feet in person, as an apology for making the wrong choice; it was her landlady, Sofia. "Oh," she tried not to sound disappointed. "Is everything okay? You got this month's rent, right? I..."

"It's fine," the woman assured her. "You're all paid up. I just... I wanted to talk to you about something else. Can I come in?"

Stefanie frowned to herself, trying to come up with an excuse to say no, finally resigning herself to, "Yeah, okay," instead. The woman lived across the street, so she'd know if Stefanie claimed she was on her way to work, then didn't leave, or if she was only out for a couple hours to shop. "Do you want some water, or..?"

"No, no," Sofia shook her head. "Sit down."

Stefanie shrugged, sinking down onto her couch, leaving the armchair for Sofia who decided to stay standing, pacing. "I'm not really sure..." she started, then cut herself off. "I don't want..."

"Are you sure things are fine?" Stefanie asked. 

The woman stopped, looking around, obviously flustered. "If you want to come back later," Stefanie offered. Sofia's eyes lit up, and, in flash, she was moving again, taking a pair of long, confident strides across the living room, followed by two more.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed. 

Stefanie's eyes widened, catching a glimpse of what she'd found: the pacifier from the day before, left carelessly sitting on her end table, where she'd discarded it as she stripped down after her return. The diapers she'd thrown away, of course, and the skirtall she could donate... She wasn't positive what to do with the paci, however, so she'd left it there for the time being. "I-I can explain..."

The woman reached up, perfectly manicured fingers pinching the girl's cheeks between them. "Hush," she ordered, raising the pacifier up for her. "You don't have to say anything, sweetie... Mommy already knows."

Stefanie fidgeted, wanting to tell her she was wrong, but knowing, if she opened her mouth, the paci was going back in, leaving her at her landlady's mercy. "I saw you yesterday, young lady," Sofia explained. "Running around in your cute little outfits, and your diapers... I'd always suspected..."

"What?!" Stefanie couldn't help herself. What had she suspected?! Stefanie didn't want, or need, diapers! Why would Sofia have ever thought otherwise?!

"Hush," Sofia popped the paci into place, patting the girl on the head. "You didn't do a good job of hiding it... You act so immaturely for your age, so bratty... I knew there had to be something up, but I didn't dare hope it would go this far... Now, why don't we give your diaper a check? I have a feeling someone's been sitting around in soggy pants, with nobody to change them for her..."

"No!" Stefanie shook her head, cheeks blazing. "I don't wear diapers!"

"What's that?" Sofia teased. "I can't understand you, dear... Oh, my." Stefanie squeaked behind her paci as her skirt was lifted up, the woman ignoring her attempts to stop her. "What's this? You know better, young lady... I think you might need a spanking before we get you padded up, to remind you of your place."

"I-It's not my place!" Stefanie grabbed the pacifier desperately. "I-I don't..!"

She gasped as her hand was smacked, Sofia snatching away the paci and returning it to its rightful place. "Now you're really in for it, little girl," she scolded. "Don't try to hide it... I saw you. I know the truth."

"See?!" Stefanie sniffled desperately, gesturing at her open underwear drawer as she squirmed, rubbing her sore bottom. "No diapers!"

She had, of course, tried to explain things, to set the record straight. Sofia had smirked, shaking her head, telling her, "There's no way I'm going to believe you're that immature... And, if you are, then you deserve this even more. Now stop stalling and get over my lap!"

Stefanie had no basis for comparison as to whether it was a particularly hard spanking or not, all she knew was that it had her bawling, legs flailing, in a matter of moments, before she wound up being stood up in the corner of her own living room for an interminably long half an hour until Sofia finally asked to be taken to her diapers. 

"Oh, no!" Sofia gasped in mock horror. "You're all out? Well, we'd better fix that, or you're going to leak all over my furniture! Don't worry, sweetie... I have plenty at my place! Along with some much more appropriate clothing."

"Ow!" Stefanie gasped as the woman grabbed her by the ear, dragging her through the house, skirt and panties still around her ankles from the spanking. "No!" she whined, seeing the front door approaching fast... But unable to keep from being pulled through it, marched through her front yard, across their quiet street, and into the landlady's house.

Sofia hadn't been lying; she had more than enough diapers, boxes and boxes of them in one of her spare rooms, piled up, unopened. "I may have gone a bit overboard," she looked a bit sheepish. "Whenever I see a cute design, I buy them up... But I've never had anyone to use them on until now."

"B-But I don't need them!" Stefanie whined, squirming as the woman opened up one of the packs, pulled out a pink and purple diaper, an adorable bunny on the front. It was more babyish than the diapers Stefanie had seen piled up on the changing tables at the daycare... And it was about to go onto her red bottom. "N-No, please!"

It was no use... Sofia had been waiting for this moment for years, studying up, and she had the girl taped snugly into the garment in no time flat, then replaced her grown-up outfit with what looked like a school uniform, chosen from a closet full of childish clothing. "Perfect," Sofia smiled, surveying her handiwork.

"No, it's not!" Stefanie complained. "I'm not a baby!"

"You are now," Sofia informed her. "Your assignment for the day, little lady, is to walk back and forth from your house to mine, bringing all those nasty, slutty big girl clothes here, and getting your new wardrobe situated, hung or folded nicely for when I come to inspect them before I put you to bed at eight. And, since these diapers are every bit as cute as I hoped, we'll start with them... They, and your bras, are going to be the only things I'd better find in your underwear drawer, or you're getting another spanking. If you don't turn every pair of your panties over to me, you're going to regret it."

"B-But..." Stefanie gulped, wriggling in place, lifting up her skirt to get another look at the infantile diaper. "I-If I don't have any panties..."

"That's right," Sofia grinned. "I don't care if this is what you want, and you're too scared to tell me, or if that really was some stupid prank... Either way, you're getting what you deserve. No more undies for you, Stefie... At least, not until we run out of diapers. And I have a feeling that's going to take quite a while..." Stefanie nibbled on her paci, looking around the room, having to agree with that assessment. 

She hoped, at the very least, that it would have been worth it, that Bethany's life would be ruined as well. As she was lying on her tummy on her living room floor that evening, however, watching cartoons and wondering if Sofia was telling the truth, and truly was going to make her go to bed in half an hour, while the sun hadn't fully set, she heard her doorbell ring.

"I'll get it," Sofia told her, standing up.

"B-But what if it's..?" Stefanie started to answer. She'd hoped for Cole, obviously, although, even if it was... Did she really want him to see her this way? A diapered, sore-bottomed little schoolgirl? The pink peeking out from beneath the diaper had been renewed right before dinner, when Sofia had asked her why she hadn't needed any changes that day, and Stefanie had fibbed about sneaking to the bathroom on her trips back and forth. Now, that door was locked, off limits without Sofia's permission.

It wasn't. She could hear two voices talking in the distance, but couldn't quite make them out until they got closer, at which point she saw... "Bethany?!" she squealed, hopping to her feet.

"Wow, she really is wearing them, huh?" her twin chuckled. Stefanie blushed, tugging at her skirt, which she'd thought was long enough to hide them... Then again, her sister worked with kids, knew all the signs. "I was worried about you, sis... Everyone at work was talking about you, and then Cole asked me to check on you after your little stunt with him..."

"Th-They knew it was me?!" Stefanie's stomach sank, thinking back to all the things she'd done, and said, trying to pass them off as Bethany.

"Of course they did," Bethany rolled her eyes. "My co-workers have seen pictures of you before. I know everyone says they can't tell us apart, but that's just a thing people say to twins... We're not that similar... Clearly." She smirked, looking at the other girl, quivering in her diapers. "It looks like everything's under control, though. You have someone to look after you, and, from what it sounds like, she knows exactly what she's doing. Don't worry, though... I'll be happy to babysit for you sometime. And, if you don't do what your Nanny and I say... I'll tell mom and dad all about this. Understand?"

She'd been trying, all night, to convince Sofia to let her use the bathroom, and been denied over and over. Now, realizing how screwed she was, she felt a feeling of fear wash over her, followed by a warm dampness as her bladder finally let go, and she soaked her first - but definitely not last - diaper in a long time. "U-Uh-huh," she nodded, mortified.

"Good," Bethany smiled, turning to Sofia. "Could you fetch me one of her diapers? I'd love to give Stefie her very first change and tuck her in, if you don't mind." 

"No problem," Sofia told her. "I'll have plenty of chances to do it myself..."