CYOA: The Wishlist - Chapter 4 (Story) (Patreon)

It was a risk, though, ultimately, not as much as not doing it would have been. What was the cruelest thing Camelia could do to her? Laugh in her face? It would definitely sting, especially coming from her, but besides her bruised pride, she wouldn't be in any worse a position than she was now.

Selina tried to reach out, to grab Camelia, to keep her in place; her hands were full, so she had to, instead, mumble, "H-Hey," and hope for the best.

Luckily, Camelia paused, turning. "What?" she asked with a sniff.

Selina blushed, fidgeting, second-guessing herself suddenly. These presents had come from somewhere... Camelia's parents had been busy getting ready for the meal, but wouldn't they have noticed Selina opening the gifts they'd bought for their daughter, if 'melia had switched the tags? Wouldn't they be mad, or at least disappointed, if their daughter didn't come down wearing them? And if Selina's parents had done this to her, to teach her some weird lesson, they'd be upset to see she had wormed her way out of it...

"Umm..." Selina nibbled her bottom lip. There were other possibilities, of course... Camelia could have done this herself. But how could she have worked so quickly, gotten all this stuff in time, if it was in response to Selina's behavior last night? Nothing was open last night, certainly not anything that would sell this stuff, and as far as Selina knew, Camelia hadn't left the house anyway, or taken any late-night deliveries... Or could it have been about something else? Had Camelia done this because of something more than the previous evening? Or was it an attempt to pull Selina down to her and Maddie's level, so she could enjoy the holiday with them as equals, rather than the superior she'd been seeing herself as?

Or... Well, there was one other place the presents could have come from... But that was silly! She was supposed to be using today to prove he wasn't real, not convincing herself that he might have given her these awful gifts!

"W-Would you, maybe..." Selina gulped, gathering up her courage. "W-Would you want to... trade presents?"

"What?" Camelia snorted. "Why would I do that? Santa gave you those, and me these... And he knows exactly what everyone wants, deep down, and what they need. And it looks like you need..."

"No, I don't!" Selina whined, stomping her foot. "I don't, I don't!"

Camelia sighed, shaking her head. "Come on, Lina," she ordered, walking into her room. Selina sniffled, hugging the things in her arms a bit tighter, listening to the diapers crackle, not knowing what was going on, what Camelia was going to do to her. Her only real hope, however, was to slink after her, holding on tight to the idea that her cousin hadn't said no, not quite...

Camelia had already set her new clothes down on her desk, patting the edge of her bed when Selina stepped into her room. Meekly, Selina dropped her load there, Camelia wasting no time brushing the rest of the clothes away, ripping open the package of diapers. "I changed Maddie plenty when she was younger," she mused, plucking one of them out, Selina wincing at the sound of plastic brushing against itself as it slid out of place, and the crinkling the girl created, giving the garment a squeeze. "I remember exactly how to do it."

"'melia!" Selina gasped. "No!"

Camelia didn't stop, unfolding the diaper, revealing the soft, bulky insides, setting it down on the bed, curling slightly upwards at either end, waiting to wrap around Selina's waist. "I-I don't..." Selina fussed, feeling helpless.

"You can't put it on over your other clothes, silly," Camelia told her. "Go on, strip down... Or do you need my help with that, too?"

"N-No," Selina shook her head.

"Are you sure?" Camelia arched an eyebrow. "You're not moving."

Selina whimpered, eyes fixed on the waiting diaper, her jeans and underwear seeming like a final line of defense between her and it. They had always made her feel so grown-up, so mature, before; now, all she could think about was how easy it would be to take them away from her. A button, a zipper, and a tug, and they'd be gone...

"Th-That's for babies," she swallowed.

"Then why did you want to trade with me?" Camelia asked, crossing her arms. "Do you think I'm a baby, Selina?"

If ever there was a time to lie, this was it... But it felt so pointless, now. Her status as the oldest cousin was shattered, and, without Camelia's help, there would be no getting it back, no way to stop herself from tumbling down, below even Maddie... If Camelia knew she was lying, however, and this was a test, then that would only make things worse. "Yes," she confessed.

"Hmm," Camelia gave a slight, subtle nod. "And yet, you're the one who got diapers for Christmas..."

"Y-Yes," Selina admitted, sucking in a quick breath as her cousin stepped closer to her, reaching out, unbuttoning her jeans. "I-I don't need them, though!" she wailed. "'melia, please!"

She didn't resist, however, didn't feel like she could, as Camelia slid her jeans and her skimpy thong down, pushed her back onto her bed. Selina groaned as her bottom touched the diaper, sank down into it, her face turning bright red at the sensation of a warm wetness dribbling out of her, into the waiting padding, right in front of Camelia.

"I-I didn't..." she shook her head in horror, the words ringing quite hollow, considering the proof she'd just provided. "I-I'm just nervous, that's all! I-I don't...!"

"It's okay," Camelia cooed, pushing softly on Selina's chest, easing her backwards. "I'm not mad, Lina... I'm glad Santa gave you what you needed..."

Camelia really did seem to have a lot of practice, and it didn't appear to make any difference to her that it was Selina, not Maddie, she was doing it to. Selina hardly had time to react as the diaper was adjusted, pulled up between her legs, taped into place; in no time, she was fully and completely diapered, and already soggy, a constant reminder that it wasn't just for show.

These had to have come from Santa, she told herself, her determination to prove the man a fake dissolving in the face of searching desperately for a way to absolve herself of responsibility. Santa had given her these diapers after all, and he had made her piddle herself like a toddler as a warning, a silent threat about keeping her mouth shut... Or what would she get next year?

"C-Can you tell Santa I'm sorry?" she asked bashfully. 

"What's that?" Camelia smirked, leaning in closer. "I couldn't quite hear you."

"C-Can you please tell Santa that I'm sorry?" Selina tried again. "I-I learned my lesson..."

"Did you?" Camelia looked doubtful. "Well, you can tell him yourself, then. You're not too big of a girl to do that now, are you?"

Selina fidgeted in her damp diaper, shook her head. "N-No," she admitted, laying down on the floor on her tummy with the construction paper and crayons Camelia gave her to write out her first letter to Santa in probably close to a decade, from what she recalled, hoping desperately that she wasn't going to have to wait until next Christmas before he'd read it, and forgive her, all the while glancing up to see Camelia pouring herself into that beautiful, sexy dress she'd wanted so badly for her own, making her feel that much more like a baby.

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"Wow." 

Camelia could barely hide her smile as she heard the tiny, meek word floating up from the floor to her ears. Honestly, she had to agree, even if she was too modest to say it about herself.

"It does look pretty good, doesn't it?" she ran her hand down her body, over curves she'd barely realized she had. "Santa has good taste..."

"Y-Yeah," Selina nodded, the jealousy clear in her eyes and her voice as she stared up from the floor, diaper almost fully exposed beneath her sweater.

"This is why we couldn't switch," Camelia lectured, leaning over, giving the girl's padded seat a playful swat, getting a squeal in response. "Your diaper would never fit under here!"

"B-But..." Camelia saw the girl's eyes turn towards the other dress, the tights, the get-up fit for a toddler, knowing that, mentally, she was envisioning herself in it, comparing herself to Camelia, as she was now... And Camelia could see the wet spot on the diaper grow, ever so slightly.

Completely gone was the superior, haughty girl who had arrived last night... Camelia looked over her shoulder at her letter, seeing no hint of irony, or doubt, just a sincere apology to someone her cousin had been sure, less than an hour earlier, wasn't real .

Camelia hoped Santa wouldn't be mad at her... There had definitely been some kind of a mix-up, however. It seemed like Camelia's gifts had been the sorts of things that were on Selina's wish list, and she knew that what Selina had gotten was on hers; it had taken her years to get up the courage to admit, even to Santa, in a letter she'd known nobody else would ever see, what she truly wanted.

The fact that the pacifier had still been marked for her made Camelia think it was on purpose, that it was a signal to her. If not, though, and he had genuinely made a mistake, switching the rest of their presents... Well, surely he knew how much Selina deserved this, and would see how much good it did her, and he would forgive Camelia for being a little mean. She'd be an extra good girl next year to make up for it.

The wet spot on Selina's diaper did give her some hope, whether it had been a part of the 'present', or a sign of how scared the girl was - and, therefore, how well the lesson was getting through. If it was what Santa had wanted or not, Camelia had no doubt this was going to do her cousin a world of good, in the long run, and would definitely keep her from trying to ruin Maddie's belief in Santa for at least another couple years.

"However," Camelia spoke up, "I think some of these other outfits will fit over your diapers just fine."

"Really?" Selina's eyes lit up, followed quickly by her cheeks. "I-I mean, I don't need..." 

A pat on her soggy bottom shut her up. "I can give you a change whenever you need it," Camelia promised. "And then I'll get rid of the rest for you, along with your dress, and the tights and stuff." 'Get rid of' wasn't quite the right term, but Camelia wasn't about to admit that she'd be putting them into her closet for her own use, whenever she had a private moment, nor the fact that, as jealous as Selina seemed to feel seeing Camelia in this dress, Camelia felt the same way seeing her in those thick, comfy diapers.

"Thank you!" Selina leapt up, throwing herself into a tight hug. 

"I'll even let you keep some of these other clothes, if you want," Camelia told her. "I wouldn't want you to go home with nothing from Santa."

Selina gave her another hug, Camelia smiling, patting the girl's diaper gently. Considering they probably should have been Selina's in the first place, it was literally the least she could do... And, despite knowing that, Camelia still didn't think she was going to give her the dress. Camelia had really wanted the other dress, and, while she couldn't wait to see how she looked in it, with a double diaper under the tiny skirt, she also liked seeing how grown-up this one made her seem. 

That wasn't anything she'd ever been concerned about, certainly not in the same way Selina was - if anything, she did her best to appear less grown-up - but now that she'd seen herself like this, she didn't mind it... Especially knowing how jealous it made Selina. Maybe that was yet another thing she'd have to atone for in Santa's eyes in the coming year... Or maybe that was another gift from him, a way to show her that she could be both, if she wanted, rather than just embracing her little side and trying to hide from her impending adulthood completely.

And who knew? Maybe this would awaken something in Selina, too, and, by this time next year, Camelia would have a playmate, someone she could share this secret with... She smiled as she tugged the pants up Selina's legs, watching the girl squirm as they cradled the soggy padding closer to her crotch.

Whatever else happened, Camelia told herself, this was definitely going to be a Christmas to remember.

The End