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"You're going to be good, aren't you?" Lacie's Mommy looked down at the girl, taking out the pacifier Lacie was so contentedly sucking on so that she could respond with words, and not just the baby babble she was hypnotized to spout while she was sucking the thing, laying it down beside the pillow in her crib.

Lacie sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of couwse I am, Mommy," she mumbled. "I'm always a good giwl fow Ms. Pembewton." That was her regular babysitter, and there was never any doubt that Lacie was going to behave herself around the woman... Like her Mommy, she was an Amazon, and neither had any tolerance for 'foolishness', as Ms. Pemberton called it. Lacie's bottom was still a bit sore from the last time she'd been babysat.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mommy said. "Ms. Pemberton had a family emergency, so she won't be making it. One of the girls who works at my store is coming."

"H-Huh?" Lacie nibbled on her thumb, but, before she could ask anything more, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, and, a moment later, the doorbell ringing.

"There she is!" her Mommy beamed. "Right on time!" She shepherded Lacie to the front door, opening it to reveal a very pretty Betweener, clicking a button on her keyfob, the lights on her car blinking in response. Her car... Lacie blushed, staring up at the girl in embarrassment, sliding bashfully behind her Mommy's legs. The girl looked so cool... And so very different from Lacie. She had a car, and, obviously, a driver's license to go with it, a job - that was how she'd gotten hired to babysit her, after all - probably even a boyfriend, and her own place... And her tight jeans and crop-top left no room to hide a pair of trainers, much less a diaper. Lacie guessed that they were around the same age, but there was no doubt that she was an adult, while Lacie was standing there with her diaper bulging beneath her shorts, wearing a pink t-shirt with a fluffy kitten on the front, basically a baby through and through.

"Thank you again for coming, Janine!" Lacie's Mommy told her. "You're a lifesaver! Now, this is... What are you doing back there, silly girl? Say hello!" She looked down, then turned to find Lacie hiding behind her, gently pushing her out into the open, only for the girl to step back as soon as she saw Janine again, too shy to do as she was told. "Lacie! Be polite!"

"Wait, is she...?" Janine frowned. "I thought I was babysitting your daughter, I didn't know..."

"She is," Lacie's Mommy replied. "I adopted her... How long was it, Lacie? About a year ago now?" She pulled the young woman back out into the open for long enough to get a shrug from her before she returned to hiding. "I'm sure you know what to do... My husband and I will be back a bit after her bedtime. Have a good night, you two!" She bent down, kissing Lacie on the top of the head, and headed out to her own car to go meet Lacie's Daddy for their date, leaving Lacie all alone with her new babysitter, feeling intensely awkward, wanting very much to go toddle behind the sofa to escape Janine's gaze.

"Hey," Janine said conspiratorially, "you don't have to keep up the act with me... You can just be yourself. I'm sorry, I really didn't know you were a little. If I had, I wouldn't have taken this job... Although, it is awfully hard to say no to your... mother."

Lacie managed a tiny giggle and a nod. This almost seemed like a trap, yet Janine didn't backtrack on it, inviting Lacie to follow her to the kitchen and help her decide what to make for supper. Lacie expected a bait and switch, assuming that Janine would eat what she was making, then feed her baby food, but, to her surprise, not only did that not happen, the girl didn't even make her sit in the high chair!

It was the first time in a year that Lacie had gotten to sit in a normal chair, albeit with a couple phone books stacked up under her padded bottom to help her see the top of the table, or to eat the same thing as everyone else... Other than the somewhat shaky seat, which might have just felt that way because she wasn't strapped in, with a tray over her lap holding her in place, it was a very normal supper, something she was not used to anymore, by any means.

She started to warm up to Janine, who appeared to be genuinely interested in her, and not only telling her how adorable and perfectly babyish she was, too, though, unfortunately, things couldn't all go back to the way they had been before her adoption. She felt her tummy rumbling partway through the meal, fidgeting on her phone books, hoping that she'd be able to hold it a little longer than usual, but, sure enough, almost as soon as she was helped down off her seat and Janine gathered up the dishes to go wash them, a flood of warm mush began to push its way into her diaper.

If Janine recognized it, she said nothing, which definitely told Lacie that she really didn't have much experience with babysitting after all. "You can come help with the clean up if you want," Janine told her, seemingly oblivious to what her charge was doing. "But don't feel like you don't have to!"

Lacie would have loved to lend a hand, though not when she was in the middle of pooping her pants! She toddled off, trying to find a spot to hide in, praying her Mommy would be home soon to take care of this... However, she'd heard what the Amazon had said, and that wouldn't be happening until after she was supposed to be tucked into her crib.

"What are you doing here?" Janine asked, far more quickly than Lacie would have liked. "What is that smell?" Lacie turned around from the dark corner she'd hoped would give her some privacy, nibbling her bottom lip, while wanting desperately to do the same with her thumb. Did Janine really not know?! She squirmed, feeling the mass shift in her shorts, wondering if she could make it the rest of the night without Janine working it out. "Oh," the girl's nose wrinkled, dashing Lacie's hopes. "Lacie, are you in... diapers?"

Had she seriously not noticed?! That almost made Lacie feel better, more grown-up... Except, of course, for the fact of how Janine was discovering it. She tugged at her kitten t-shirt, thinking that it must have been longer than she'd given it credit for... But that wasn't going to help her now. She nodded slowly, looking up at her sitter. "And did you... use them?" Lacie's face burned bright red, yet, like it or not, she had no choice other than to nod again. "I don't suppose you can change yourself?"

Lacie whimpered, not wanting Janine to put her up on her changing table, see the full extent of what she'd done to her diapers... But she had to shake her head. She couldn't get the tapes off the diaper on her own, so she very much couldn't change herself. "Okay," Janine sighed. "Come on, then... I have to say, I didn't expect to be changing dirty diapers tonight."

Lacie bashfully led Janine to her nursery, feeling humiliated at the look of disgust she'd seen on Janine's face, as much as the other girl had tried to hide it. Janine helped her onto the changing table, sliding off her shorts, then paused. "I'm not sure why your Mommy thought I was right for this," she shook her head. "Honestly, I've never changed a diaper in my life..."

"Umm... I-I have a little expewience," Lacie blushed, talking her babysitter through the process, which, in its own way, made the whole thing seem extra embarrassing, somehow. How had her Mommy not thought to ask if Janine knew what she was doing enough to handle even this most basic task? And how much of a baby was Lacie that she was willingly helping her figure it out?! Janine noticed that, too, apparently, after she'd taped the new diaper up, getting a mumbled, "Fank yew," from her charge. 

"You know," she commented, "you don't have to talk like a baby around me... We're the same age. In fact, I can take that diaper off if you want."

Lacie squirmed, feeling the bulky padding around her waist, imagining getting to run around without them, like Janine... But the one she'd just been changed out of proved what a bad idea that would be. "M-My Mommy will be mad if I'm not in them when she gets home," she said, concentrating very hard to lost the lisp her Mommy had encouraged for the past year.

"Oh, yeah," Janine nodded. "I get it... She can be scary, huh? She treats me like a teenager at work." She smiled sympathetically. "Well, I'm not going to make you stick to that ridiculous bedtime, but if you want to go ahead and get into your PJs so we can get you to bed after your parents get home, I'm cool with that."

"Okay!" Lacie beamed, until she remembered what she had for pajamas... For the cooler months, there were lots of fuzzy, footed sleepers; for summer, Mommy always had her sleep in a onesie, if she gave her anything at all besides her diaper.

"This is... nice," Janine told her politely, helping her into one. They went back down to the living room, Janine, without a word, turning off the parental block on the TV. Lacie felt a little naughty as she watched Janine flipping through the channels, seeing flashes of things she hadn't seen in a year... Normally, it was all cartoons that made her head feel funny, so it was strange to see real people, much less scenes where they were shooting guns, or kissing... "How about this?" Janine asked, settling on a movie. 

"Okay," Lacie agreed, curling up happily on the couch, sure that the nervous feel in her tummy would go away soon, that it was purely because of how unfamiliar this was. It didn't, however... Everything felt so much more real, and high stakes, than in her cartoons, and she caught herself squeaking and squirming uncomfortably any time the characters were in the slightest bit of danger.

"Maybe we ought to get you to bed after all," Janine said after Lacie hid her face with a throw pillow. Diplomatically, she added, "Your parents could be back any minute, and I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Y-Yeah," Lacie gratefully accepted. She didn't like her early bedtime, but, if not for how scary everything happening on the TV was, she knew she'd probably have been drifting off already. Even with that, her eyelids were feeling pretty heavy, and her thumb, despite her best efforts, had made its way into her mouth, where it spent most of its time.

Janine led her back to the nursery, putting her in the crib, bustling around for a few minutes while Lacie stood there, sucking her thumb. "You don't have to do all that, you know," Janine reminded her gently. "Not with me."

Lacie blushed, pulling her soggy thumb out from between her lips, trying to think of something cool she could say to leave a good final impression on Janine, to prove to her that she was every bit as grown-up as her... Until she noticed the warmth trickling its way through her padding, and realized she was in the midst of wetting her diaper. Immediately, she started to return her thumb to where it belonged before spotting her pacifier and grabbing it instead, her other hand automatically snatching up her blankie while she was squatted down on her crib's mattress.

She couldn't quite recall how to stand back up, staying there on her knees, watching Janine work, continuing to dribble into her diaper. She could see the girl was almost done, that she was getting ready to leave, and, knowing that if she stayed quiet, she'd be left in her soggy diaper all night, which might lead to a leak, she tried to get her attention, her excitement making her words come out as meaningless baby babble.

Janine glanced over, seeing her now, giving her head a shake, looking unimpressed, which only amplified when, at last, when Janine was about to reach the nursery door, Lacie managed to eke out a few words. "Change!" she burbled. "Need diapie change!"

"Again?" Janine sighed, walking back over to the crib, giving Lacie a check. "I guess so... Maybe you really are just a baby after all." Lacie's face warmed, wanting desperately to prove what Janine had thought about her at the start, that they were equals... But, deep down, she knew that what her sitter had said this time was probably closer to the truth. "All right," Janine told her, lowering the side of the crib. "Come on, then... We can't have you getting a rash on my watch."