Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

Holly had been terrified that, the moment she saw the babysitter, she was going to wet herself; it wasn't an unreasonable fear, to be fair, since that did tend to happen most of the time. Something about knowing that this person, this stranger, was going to be in complete control of her until her Mommy got home, that they could make her do whatever they wanted, that she was powerless in comparison to them, because Mommy would always believe a real grown-up over her, was so utterly terrifying that she couldn't help it. 

This time, however, it didn't. It wasn't because she didn't know who the babysitter was... That seemed immediately obvious as soon as Holly spotted her in the lobby, helped along by the fact that she was confident she hadn't seen the woman at the rehearsal beforehand. She did stick out... And she was exactly the kind of sitter that normally intimidated her. She was so tall, so pretty, so mature-looking, despite definitely being far younger than Holly, at least in comparison to her in her silly baby dresses and thick diapers.

Holly did freeze for a moment, her heart pounding, a small part of her positive that Annika, as she'd introduced herself to Elizabeth, would see through her deception, would grab her by the wrist and pull her over her lap right then and there, in front of the director, and the other cast members of the show. She almost certainly would have peed her pants then, as she wailed and writhed and begged for mercy, proving to everyone there what a pathetic little baby she was, how pointless her little experiment had been.

It probably helped that she'd wet her Pull-Ups right before the switch, to be fair. It was always hard for her to judge how much liquid she had in her bladder, as, any time she thought it was empty, it seemed, she'd have a bit more dribble out, as if to spite her. She didn't want to credit it completely to that - she liked to think she had the guts to face down Annika, when the girl had no reason to think that she was her intended charge - but she knew it was very likely a large part of it.

Still, the paralysis only lasted for a second or two before Annika knelt down next to Elizabeth, barely noticing Holly in the slightest. It made sense, of course, given how the two of them looked, yet it was still a huge relief nevertheless. Holly even let out a sigh without thinking, face instantly turning red, stealing a glance at Annika to see if she'd noticed, but the sitter's attention was focused, as it should be, on Elizabeth.

She wanted, almost more than anything, to gloat, to rub that in Elizabeth's face. She didn't let herself do it, however... She may be getting away with dry panties for now; there was no guarantee that would continue forever. She hated to admit she needed the protection, even if it wasn't really her fault that Mommy had done all this to her... She would feel less stressed if she could at least have a pair of training panties on, and that would require changing into some pants that weren't nearly as tight as these.

"See ya, squirt," she patted Elizabeth on the head. She saw the girl's eyes widen as she stared up at her, pleading wordlessly for her not to go, not to leave her here... Holly was glad Elizabeth had worn the heels now, as it was more satisfying, keeping Elizabeth from being able to look her directly in the eye without raising her chin. She was also glad she'd gotten a bit of practice with them in the dressing room, so she didn't stumble too much as she gave Annika a nod and stepped past her... If she'd been too clumsy, perhaps that would have tipped the sitter off that something was up.

They also prevented her from speeding up too much, from practically running out of the theater, the way she might have been tempted to otherwise. That would have looked suspicious, too, but she wasn't sure she'd have had the self-control to prevent it if she were wearing more sensible shoes. She kept a steady pace as she sauntered out, hearing Annika telling Elizabeth behind her that it was time to go, feeling anxious, and, at the same time, exhilarated. It was working... It was really working...

Her confidence didn't last long, barely making it out the door before she started to fumble for the keys in Elizabeth's bag, her divided attention causing her to step wrong, nearly losing her balance in the heels. She blushed bright red, head whipping around frantically, expecting to see Annika watching, or Elizabeth pointing it out to the sitter smugly. They were busy arguing with one another, however, leaving her free to pretend it hadn't happened, snatching up the keys and continuing on her way.

The car's lights blinked as she clicked the keyfob, and she scurried over to it gratefully, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open without thinking, starting to slide into the seat before coming to her senses. She'd gone to the passenger's side automatically, though at least she'd remembered to use the front door, rather than the back, where she normally sat. 

She stood back up quickly, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. There were a couple other people in the parking lot, and, while they weren't looking at her now, that didn't mean they hadn't been a moment before, or wouldn't when they heard her close the door. That was such a simple mistake! How could she have messed it up already?! This might be tougher to pull off than she'd anticipated...

She pulled the purse off her shoulder as theatrically as she could, making a big production of it so that anyone who was watching would be sure to see, and set it in the passenger's seat, closing the door and walking around to the other side. It still seemed silly to be doing it that way, instead of taking it off once she was in the car, but as long as she pretended it was intentional, she could pull it off... That's what she told herself, anyway.

She couldn't resist glancing back before she got into the driver's seat, unintentionally catching the eye of another actor. As nonchalantly as she could manage, she gave them a nod, blushing and sitting down, not knowing if they'd seen the whole thing or not. After that, she felt too awkward to start driving, worried she'd make another stupid mistake in front of them, so she sat there in silence, peering into the rear-view mirror, waiting for them to leave first, hoping it wouldn't take too long. 

She knew from experience that might not be the case, that actors did have the habit of standing around in the parking lot after rehearsal, talking, and she was beginning to debate with herself how long she ought to give them. The more time she spent just sitting there, the odder it would seem... And the more chance she had of an accident. Getting Elizabeth's car seat wet wouldn't have bothered her if she weren't going to be the one driving it, and if she didn't have to get into the hotel room afterwards, but both those things were true, so she didn't really want to risk it.

Thankfully, the other actors had something else to do, or decided to take their conversation elsewhere, because they left before Holly had to make a decision. Holly watched them go, fumbling the keys into the ignition and preparing to pull out herself, running through everything Elizabeth had reminded her of during their brief refresher course on how to drive.

She turned the key, looking back into the mirror as she prepared herself to drive by herself for the first time in ten years, but stopped short at the sight of Annika pulling Elizabeth out of the theater. With a smile, she settled down into the seat, making sure they wouldn't see her there, giggling as she got to see Elizabeth, flustered, getting her messy diaper checked right there, in front of the doors.

Holly was worried about how this whole thing was going to go for her, but it was clear it wasn't going to be a cakewalk for Elizabeth, either, despite the younger girl's confidence. In that moment, she didn't see even a hint of Elizabeth's supposed maturity sneaking through... Just the humiliation of a little girl, completely under the thumb of her babysitter, squirming and pouting in her poopy pants. Holly had to take a step back, remind herself that it could easily have been her in that place, before she got too smug about the scene playing out.

She waited for them to leave, both not wanting to miss out on the show, though Annika's open car door blocked most of it after they went over to it, and not wanting them to notice her. She was very curious about what was in store for Elizabeth, but more interested in what she could do. She was on her own, with a means of transportation to take her anywhere she could want to go, for the first time in a very long time.

The possibilities were endless! That also made them a little scary, a little overwhelming, if she was going to be honest... What was she going to do? Where should she go?

Whatever she chose, she thought, wiggling in her seat, she really did need to go to the hotel first. She loved how big the sensation of the thin fabric of her panties, and the tight squeeze of the denim over them, made her feel... But it was too big of a gamble to spend too much time this way. Mommy loved to demonstrate to her how much she needed her diapers, and the lesson had definitely sunk in.

Elizabeth had shown her where the hotel was, and she'd done her very best to pay attention to it, though it had been a challenge when she was so used to spending her trips in the car doing nothing except staring down at her feet, praying nobody glanced over and saw her through the window, sitting there in her car seat. And without Elizabeth there to remind her of everything, she had to work hard to think everything through before she did it, not wanting to get into a wreck, even if it earned her more than one horn honk as she crept slowly along down the road.

Finally, she saw the hotel, groaning when she realized it was on the opposite side, despite her being certain she'd worked out which one it would be on in her mind. "Shoot!" she exclaimed, blushing as she heard her censor herself, mentally reminding herself she was allowed to actually curse out loud now, that there was nobody around to tattle on her, and, even if there was, they'd all think she was a big girl.

She jerked the wheel to get the car into the correct lane before she missed the entrance to the parking lot, hearing another honk behind her, and the screech of breaks. "Sorry!" she called, wincing. They probably couldn't hear her, of course, but that was good... She doubted that she wanted to hear what they were saying about her.

It took her a couple tries to pull into the parking spot completely between the lines, although, to be fair, that hadn't always been the easiest for her even before her force hiatus from adulthood. Fortunately, the lot wasn't busy enough for her to feel like she was in the way while she did it. She had no idea if the workers in the lobby had been watching the ordeal, however, so she hurried through it, head down, only mumbling out the quickest, "Hello," in response to their greeting. 

There was a part of that shyness that was caused by something else. She had the bag from the store with her, top clenched closed by her fist to keep it from flopping open, revealing what was inside. She'd considered leaving it in the trunk, or at least taking some of the contents - the diapers, especially - out, but, embarrassing as it was, she knew it was very possible she was going to need them.

She pushed the button for the elevator, resisting the urge to bounce in place while she waited for it to arrive, wondering how she ought to hold her bag if somebody was in there. From a distance, she'd hoped nobody would be able to see what was inside if she kept it shut... Someone right in front of her, however, might be able to see through the thin plastic...

She gave a sigh of relief when the door opened and the elevator was empty. She stepped inside, peering down at the keycard to confirm which floor she was on, feeling like, at this point, she was home free as the doors started to slide closed.

"Excuse me! Could you hold that?" Holly's head popped up, immediately regretting it when she locked eyes with the housekeeper heading her way, pushing a cart of towels, leaving no doubt that Holly was the one she was talking to.

"O-Oh," Holly squirmed. "I-I don't..." She didn't want to share the elevator with anyone, but it was hard for her not to see the housekeeper as an adult, even if she was a good decade or more younger than her, and she knew better than to tell an adult 'no.' Maybe she wouldn't have to, though... She didn't think the doors would be open long enough for the housekeeper to reach her if she didn't do anything. She lifted a finger, pretending to hover it by the buttons, to make it seem as if she was making an effort.

"Is it this one?" she asked, moving her finger forward, punching the door close button. She was pretty sure she remembered hearing that button didn't actually work on most elevators - and the doors were already shutting, so it wasn't like she could make them go faster -  but she had to try. "No, that didn't do it..."

The housekeeper picked up the pace, Holly's heart quickening to match it, less certain now about whether the woman or the door would win the race. 'Come on,' she begged the elevator in her mind, watching the opening growing smaller and smaller. 'Hurry up!'

The housekeeper's fingers slipped into the crack, the doors instantly reversing course as they detected a presence between them. Holly winced, chuckling awkwardly as the cart was wheeled in beside her. "S-Sorry," she stammered. "I thought I pushed the right button, but, you know... Every elevator is different, so I guess I was wrong..."

The woman's eyebrows raised, making Holly shrink back, nibbling her lip, having to work hard not to slip her thumb into her mouth. Part of her remembered they were equals now, that she was a grown-up in this person's eyes, too, as long as she didn't prove otherwise, but she was not used to interacting with adults that way anymore, and it was far simpler to let herself revert back to what she was accustomed to.

"That's funny," the housekeeper noted. "I'm not sure what else you could have pressed, since there's nothing lit up. Isn't that strange?"

"H-Huh," Holly blushed. "Y-Yeah, maybe my finger slipped and I didn't hit anything..."

"Yeah," the housekeeper glared at her. "Maybe..." She leaned over, prompting Holly to quickly pull her bag in closer to her body. Had she seen already? Did she know what Holly was carrying? Holly's mind raced with excuses, explanations, none of them sounding adequate in her head... "Here you go," the housekeeper said, pushing one of the floor buttons.

Holly blinked, confused. "What?"

"Isn't that where you're staying?" the housekeeper asked, nodding to the keycard and the number written on it.

"Right!" Holly chuckled nervously. "Of course it is!" She'd just looked at it, too... She should have remembered it from a few seconds ago, but she was too worked up from the rest of this interaction. 

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to delay you," the housekeeper told her. "Seeing as you're in such a big hurry."

"No, it's not that!" Holly shook her head. "I thought it was a different button, and, you know..."

"Your finger slipped," the housekeeper finished for her. 

"Exactly!" Holly exclaimed. "I tried!"

"I'm sure you did," the housekeeper claimed. "Thank you so much."

Holly blushed, feeling the sarcasm dripping off of the woman's words. She wanted to defend herself, but stopped short with a reminder that she didn't owe this person anything. The housekeeper wasn't going to tell her Mommy that she'd been rude, and get her a spanking... Mommy was in a totally different city, and she didn't know any better. 

The elevator door opened again after a short, awkward ride, and Holly stepped out without another word. It might have been her imagination, yet she could almost swear she heard the words, "Spoiled little brat," from under the housekeeper's breath as the doors shut once more, though she didn't dare turn to get confirmation, not confident enough in her new big girl status to look the woman in the eye and deny that. 

She half expected the key card not to work, for Elizabeth to have somehow gotten away and cancelled the room, or even that the girl might be waiting for her inside. After holding it to the sensor for a moment, however, the light turned green, and she heard a click as the door unlocked itself. And, when she pushed it open, there was nobody there.

"Wow," she murmured, stepping tentatively inside. "It's so big..."

She wasn't sure that was really true... It probably wasn't any bigger than Mommy's bedroom. It might not be bigger than her nursery, at that, even if it felt that way without her crib taking up so much room, or her changing table, her high chair, her bouncer, the naughty stool in the corner for time-outs... It wasn't filled with baby toys either, no blocks, no dollhouses, so ring stacking games... Maybe the size wasn't as large as it felt to her, but it definitely made her feel big, looking at it, knowing it was all hers.

She let the bag fall to the floor, tossing herself onto the bed, giggling as she bounced on the mattress. There was no crinkling there, no plastic sheet beneath the sheets to constantly remind her of her babyhood with every toss and turn. She reached over, giving those sheets she did have a rub, feeling the silky smoothness of sateen, rather than the cotton she was used to. There was a TV, too, far bigger than the one in her nursery, and likely not locked to kids' channels the way hers was.

It was all so luxurious, so fancy in comparison to her everyday life. She squealed, stretching out, wanting to roll around and take it all in...

And then she got a reminder of why she'd come here first, rather than going out and doing something more fun, which, after the incident in the elevator, she'd forgotten all about. She didn't think anything of it initially, she was so used to the sensation, until the wetness started to spread faster than usual, soaking into her pony panties, and the jeans she was wearing over top of them.

"No!" she gasped, trying to clench her muscles. By then, it was too late, however, and all she could do was hop up, rushing into the bathroom, pawing at the button on her jeans, hoping to make it to the toilet before she finished, to get at least aa little pee-pee into that, instead of her pants.

She didn't make it. Fortunately, that was because she didn't have to go that much, probably not enough to earn her a change out of Pull-Ups, much less a diaper. In her big girl panties, though, that was all it took to leave a wet spot right on the crotch, a few stray drops dripping onto the floor beneath her as she looked at herself in the mirror, pouting, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She might have a hotel room like a grown-up, and be dressed like a grown-up, but in some ways, it was going to take a lot of practice before her body could remember how to behave like a grown-up. All she could do was hope she'd have enough time to do it before Elizabeth came knocking on the door...