Santa's Secret (Patreon)

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Cordelia took one more sip of her hot chocolate, smiling and nodding to herself as she looked around the living room where, tomorrow, her whole family was going to gather. Everything was perfect... Just as she'd known it was, before she even came in, though she'd had to check one more time anyway.

She wouldn't say she had decided to have Christmas at her house this year to show off... But that wasn't entirely inaccurate, either. She'd finally struck it big this year, gotten a promotion that allowed her to move out of an apartment and buy a home, and a nice one at that. She was the oldest sibling, and the last to be able to do that, which had always rankled her. 

She could come up with excuses for it, although that only helped so much. She could say it was because the others were married when they got their houses, so there were two incomes to pay the mortgage, but, in the case of her youngest sister, Myrna, that wasn't true. Of course, that sister was the baby of the family, so Cordelia assumed she'd gotten some help from their parents by batting her eyes and pouting a little. She could say it had taken so long because she'd lost her job for a few months, had almost had to move back in with her parents herself, and, even after she found another, she'd had to claw her way back out of the debt she'd accrued in between. She didn't like to think about that part of her life, however, much less remind her family of it.

In the end, it didn't even matter, she thought to herself. It would have been nice to show off her house anyway, but it felt extra good, knowing how much better it was than anyone else's in the family. After they saw it, they were bound to beg her to host all the holidays here... It was spacious, modern, beautiful... The only real competition was the next oldest, her brother, though she was confident she had him beat.

She'd tried to decorate her tree to match, not overloading it with ornaments, the way their parents did, or sticking on a bunch of awful-looking homemade things, like her brother, Wallace, just because his kids had made them. She stuck to a simple silver theme, getting just enough ornaments to fill it out, while leaving enough space around each so everyone could admire them individually, finishing it off with some streamers and tinsel. She was quite proud of it, and had been resisting the urge to cow about it on Instagram so that her family would be surprised by it tomorrow.

With a smile, she turned off the lights, heading upstairs to her bedroom, where she read for a few minutes, finishing off her mug of hot chocolate, and then, finally, falling asleep. It didn't last long, however, her mind overflowing with excitement, already seeing the looks on her family's faces. She hadn't been this enthusiastic about Christmas for a very long time, and she found her eyes popping open every few minutes, glancing at the clock, seeing it was nowhere near morning.

Lying there in the dark, she kept thinking of things she might have missed, that she couldn't recall if she'd done or not. She knew herself well enough to know if she got up, she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon... But she wasn't really sleeping anyway, and, after a few failed attempts, she gave in, heading downstairs again to triple check everything.

She was going to drop the mug off in the kitchen first, only for something to tell her not to. She wasn't certain what it was, just that she felt drawn to the living room. She went that way, pausing for a second as she thought she saw movement. What could it be?! She didn't have any pets, or anyone else living here... Was it a burglar?! She instantly regretted leaving her phone charging by the bed upstairs, and, despite knowing she ought to go get it, she moved forward, wanting to catch a glimpse, to try to get a description in case they were gone before she could get to her room and call the cops.

What she saw there, in front of her tree, was not at all what she was expecting. She'd been imagining what she'd seen in the movies, some dude dressed all in black, with a ski mask... Instead, there was a woman, tall, long, curly hair tumbling down her back, dressed, of all things, like Santa. The hat was perched on top of those curls, and she had on what looked to be a very nice red dress, trimmed at the top and bottom with white fur. It was pretty short, too... Short enough to give Cordelia another surprise as the strange woman bent over.

She knew she should stay silent, not alert this person to her presence, but she couldn't help herself. As soon as she saw the flash of white plastic, heard that distinctive crinkle, her hand shot to her mouth, trying to hold back the snicker that wanted to escape, to no avail. Was this person seriously robbing her... Wearing diapers?! That was rich... Cordelia couldn't wait to tell her family about this... Until the woman stood up, turning around calmly and saying, "Well, well, well... What are you doing up, Cordelia?"

"No," Cordy shook her head. "You don't get to ask me that. What the hell are you doing in my house?! Who are you?!"

They seemed like the right things to say, and yet, at the same time, completely wrong. She didn't know who this was - although she was gorgeous enough to make Cordelia question her orientation for a moment, no matter how she'd met her - but there was something about her that was familiar, as if Cordelia had known her all of her life, despite being positive she had never seen her before.

"I think you know," the woman told her, rearranging a box she'd set under the tree. "Don't you, Cordelia?"

One name did spring to mind immediately, but it was so dumb, she couldn't even bring herself to say it. "No, I don't!" she insisted. "I have my phone in my pocket, and if you don't answer me right now, I'm calling the cops, so...!"

"Oh, Cordelia," the woman clicked her tongue. "How do you think you can fool me? I see you when you're sleeping, and I know when you're awake... I know when you've been bad or good, and lying definitely isn't good, is it?"

"I-I'm not lying!" Cordy lied, cheeks warming as the woman seemed to confirm Cordelia's own crazy theory. "A-And you can stop with that, you're not fooling anyone!"

"Fair enough," the woman nodded. "I don't need any of that to know you're fibbing, because your pajamas don't have pockets." Cordelia looked down at herself with a blush. "I would have seen once I got back to the North Pole anyway, though, and that is not a good way to start your year... Christmas has barely even started, young lady!"

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Shut up!" she demanded. "You are not Santa Claus!"

"I'm not?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "And why not?"

"For one, you're not a guy," Cordelia pointed out. "I mean... You don't look like one, anyway... I-I guess maybe I shouldn't assume..."

"No, you're right there," the woman - who certainly couldn't be Santa - said. "Do you really think Santa is immortal? It's a title... It's been passed down many times, and, yes, mostly to men at the beginning, but this is the 21st century!"

That made sense, Cordelia supposed, and also answered why she was so young, not that much older than Cordy herself. However... "Secondly, you're wearing a diaper," she smirked. "There's no way Santa wears a diaper."

The woman looked a little surprised, probably somehow not aware that she'd been flashing her infantile underwear to the world when she bent over. "I have to go around the world in a single night," she replied after a moment. "Besides, it would be rude to use peoples' bathrooms without permission, wouldn't it?"

"Please," Cordelia crossed her arms. "Tell me your real name, and why you're really here, and maybe I won't call the cops on you." 

"Why do you need my name, Cordelia?" the woman asked. "Is it so you can tell everyone that I wear diapers? You like secrets, don't you? That's part of what got you this house you're so proud of..."

Cordy frowned; how did she know that?! Her current position at work, the one that paid enough for her to afford the mortgage here, had taken a little help to get, but now that she was there, she was proving she deserved it... At least, she thought she was. Was the executive she'd blackmailed behind this intruder?

"You've been very naughty this year," the woman shook her head. "Too naughty even for coal... I hadn't decided exactly what to do with you, but now that you know my secret, I think I have a good idea..."

"What the hell are you...?!" Cordelia sneered, taking a step towards her. The woman winked, putting a white-gloved finger beside her nose, which wiggled slightly... And then everything changed.

"What the...?!" Cordelia made it even less far that time, the words coming out muffled as she felt something filling her mouth.

That was far from her biggest concern, however, as she looked around the room that was, suddenly, not her elegant, perfectly decorated, living room. Simple whites and silvers had been replaced with pastel colors and childish patterns; whereas, in the living room, everything was in its place, here, there were toys and blankets tossed everywhere, like a messy, chaotic toddler lived there.

The strange woman was nowhere to be seen, and Cordy's attempt to call out for her was just as unintelligible as the last time she'd tried to speak. She frowned, reached up for her mouth, feeling something plastic over it, a ring right in the center. As she turned her head, confused, something fell off her shoulder, bumping against her chest. 

She grabbed at it, held it up, stomach already churning. It was her hair, of course... Except, she hadn't worn her hair in pigtails in years, or put ribbons in it... And both those things were true now. 

Far worse than that, however, was the glimpse she'd gotten of something else, something a bit further down... Her pajama top had changed colors, had turned to a soft blue, rather than the regal purple satin she knew she'd put on earlier... But even that wasn't the worst. She almost couldn't bring herself to look, to confirm, yet her fingers slowly crept towards it anyway, horrified, certain she must be wrong...

Until she touched it. Right away, it was clear it wasn't cloth, even if the distinctive crinkle hadn't given it away. It wasn't the same as what she'd heard from under the woman's skirt - this was louder, perhaps because she had nothing over it, nothing to hide it in the slightest - but it was close enough to leave no doubt.

"No!" she squealed behind the pacifier, poking at the diaper again, hoping it would vanish. She saw, only then, the stuffed animal she was clinging to with her other arm, completing the picture.

She'd been right; it did look like a toddler lived here. Unfortunately, that toddler was her.

Her body didn't appear to have changed, which only made her outfit more ridiculous. She was still an adult, no matter how babyish her clothes were... And they were about as babyish as possible. She pawed at the diaper in disbelief, gasping as she felt a familiar squishiness in the padding, one she recognized from when she'd held her nieces and nephews when they were smaller.

"No!" she insisted. "No, no, no!" She couldn't be wearing a diaper, and most certainly couldn't be wearing a wet one! It was a little cool and clammy to the touch, giving her hope that it had happened before this, before she'd wound up here, that it wasn't her fault, somehow... That wasn't much comfort now, though, as she wiggled her bottom, diaper crackling around her.

She had to get it off... She had to get out of here! She fumbled with the tapes, trying to figure out how to undo them, wishing she'd offered to help change the kids when they'd been in these things. She had no experience with it, couldn't tell if they were supposed to be this hard to get off or not, but it definitely felt like it was an impossible task to peel them up, to escape the soggy, fluffy prison she was in...

"What are you doing, Cordy?"

Cordelia squeaked, cheeks burning at the sound of Myrna's voice. She didn't want anyone to see her here, like this, but her baby sister least of all. She tugged at the shirt, trying to make it hide the diaper, as the girl walked in, not appearing surprised at all as she bent over and gave Cordy's diaper a check.

"You know you're not supposed to be out of bed, silly girl," Myrna told her. "Or messing with your diaper... Santa's not going to come if you're still awake, and even if he does, he's going to leave you coal for being naughty!"

But, as Cordelia was helpless taken over to the changing table by her youngest sister, she knew the truth... Santa wasn't a he, not anymore... And she could do far worse than give out a lump of coal.

Cordelia did her best to convince Myrna she didn't need a diaper, but the girl showed no sign of hearing her whatsoever, much less understanding her, and Cordy's attempts at spitting out the paci to see if that would help were ever bit as futile as her struggle with the diaper's tapes. 

The fresh diaper was much better than the wet one had been, at any rate, and, in comparison, the soft, dry padding was almost comfortable, as much as the thought made her blush. She changed her tune when Myrna brought out a onesie and snapped it into place, the garment holding the diaper closer to her, keeping it snug and tight, with no way to escape the bulk, or the crinkling, no matter what she did.

"This ought to keep those fingers away," Myrna teased, tickling Cordelia's tummy. "Now, let's get you back into your crib so Santa can show up!"

Cordy shook her head at first, not wanting the woman to see her this way... Even knowing that she was in her own diaper, Santa looked so much more mature than Cordelia knew she must now... However, she quickly changed her tune. Santa had done this, after all; Santa must be able to reverse it, too.

She was determined to stay up, to confront Santa, in the hopes that she wouldn't have made it to Myrna's house yet. Her little sister laid her down, raised the side of the crib, and left her alone... But, with her gone, Cordelia started to look around the room, and realized something. 

This wasn't Myrna's house. The only room at Myrna's place this big was the living room, but this was obviously a nursery... Why would Myrna have put a nursery in the middle of the living room? There was a Christmas tree - not as big as Cordelia's, covered in messy splashes of tinsel and crummy, crayon colored construction paper ornaments - but, otherwise, it looked like any other nursery, with the crib, the changing table, a high chair... 

In fact, the room looked an awful lot like one of Cordelia's spare rooms. She had several, enough that there was one she hadn't done anything with yet... This one. It made more sense that she'd still be in her own house, she admitted... Except for the fact that Myrna had been there. 

She squirmed, blushing as she felt the diaper rub against her, rustling softly, staring out at the tree. Even if this was her house, and Santa had already been there, the tree hadn't been around then... She'd have to come back for it... Right? Cordelia struggled to stay awake, to keep watch, but, unlike earlier, now she was having a harder time staying awake than staying asleep, and, before long, she'd drifted off, praying that, in the morning, she'd find this had all been a dream.

"Is she still asleep?" she blinked slowly, hearing the sound of Wallace's voice. "My kids would never sleep this late on Christmas morning!"

"She had a late night," Myrna sighed. "But I think I see her waking up."

Cordelia saw enough to make her clamp her eyes shut again, but it was too late, her baby sister lowering the side of the crib, the rest of her family starting to gather around, seeing her there in her onesie, the bulge of what she could feel was a now quite wet diaper obvious underneath.

"Here," her mother said, pushing forward through them. "Why don't you let me change her?"

"No," Cordy whined, doing nothing to stop herself from being taken back to the changing table, stripped down, wiped dry.

"Use the big diapers," Myrna instructed. "I got those for her today so we won't have to worry about constantly changing her... You know how she is."

"No, I'm not!" Cordelia complained, gasping as she saw how big the diaper truly was. The ones she'd been in so far were much thicker than the underwear she was used to, but this was in a whole different league... And not a single person seemed to see anything wrong with her being put into it. A pair of ruffled plastic pants were tugged up over it, and a matching shirt that ended well above her belly button, ensuring every bit of her bulky padding was visible at all times. To finish it off, almost as if to remind her of who had put her here, a Santa hat was pulled down over her head.

"Isn't her tree precious?" Myrna asked. "She wanted to help with the one in the living room so badly, I set one up in here for her, and she decorated it all by herself!"

"Nuh-uh!" Cordy shook her head, not wanting to take credit for this messy tree, or let her sister claim it for the one she'd actually worked so hard on. 

"I think she just wants to get to the presents," Wallace chuckled. "Go on, Cordy!" She was set down on the floor, and her brother gave her a pat on the bottom, but the diaper was so huge, she couldn't walk, sending her tumbling to the floor, everyone chuckling at the look of surprise on her face.

"Go on," her middle sister, Jaida, urged. "I bet Santa left you something extra special there!"

She could be right... Cordelia had fallen asleep, but Santa still might have left her something to get her out of this nightmare. Eagerly, she crawled across the floor, diaper wiggling behind her, plopping down next to the gifts and starting to tear into them, finding toys, baby clothes, stuffed animals... Nothing that looked like it was going to help her.

"Cordy," Myrna lectured, as the older girl dug through the discarded paper, searching for something else, sure there had to be something, anything, "Don't be ungrateful! Show everyone how much you like their gifts!"

Cordelia didn't; she didn't like any of it, didn't want to need any of it, but she might have had a point, too... Who knew how magic worked? Perhaps Santa's gift was in there, and she just hadn't activated it yet. She started picking up the toys, hugging them, playing with them, knowing she must look, for all the world, like the happiest toddler around, getting spoiled on Christmas morning, while, inside, she was the exact opposite.

"I think she's good," Myrna smiled. "Why don't we go do our presents while she's distracted? You know she'll just make a fuss if she sees anyone else opening gifts."

They filed out, leaving Cordy all by herself, desperately sorting through her presents, barely noticing their absence, her task feeling more and more urgent as she felt a familiar fullness in her tummy, one that happened every morning. She had to find the right thing in time, before she needed to deal with that... But, as she worked her way through all of them, it began to dawn on her that maybe there was no right one... Maybe there was no way out of this... 

"Santa!" she called out from behind her paci. "Santa, I'm sorry! I-I won't tell anyone, I swear! J-Just don't... J-Just let..." She gasped, cheeks blazing as, finally, the pressure got to be too much for her, and, as she sat there, under the tree, she felt one more 'gift' appearing, this one in her diaper, as it bulged and expanded, filling slowly with warm mush, refusing to stop no matter how hard she fought it.

"Ugh," she wrinkled her nose, disgusted, mortified at the ide of what she'd just done... And of what was going to happen when her family found her like this. "A-Are you happy now?" she asked, into the muffling plastic of her pacifier. "C-Can you change me back?"

But there was only one kind of change coming to Cordelia's life, and she wouldn't even be getting that until her family finished with their presents... Until then, all she could do was sit there, under her tree, surrounded by her new toys, and pout in her messy diaper. She wasn't going to be spilling Santa's secrets anytime soon, and even if she did, who would listen to someone Cordy's age who wasn't even out of diapers herself?