Another Leftover Lasagna (Patreon)

Author's Note:  This story is not cannon in the lasagna series.  In the actual series only the swapped know what had happened and no one else.  But I like this version even though it is almost identical to the last one.  There is just one element different.  As creator of the Lasagna series I excuse myself this one time.  Anyone else who wants to write their own Lasagna story has to stick to the rules. ;-)

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Thirteen-year-old Merrill didn't know how his sister, Peta roped him into babysitting for four-year-old Jamie.  Jamie's mother called Peta begging her to babysit.  There was some sort of emergency.  But, fifteen-year-old Peta had plans and couldn't do it.  She didn't want to lose her best client by demurring, so she asked Merrill to do it for her.  Jamie's mother was paying double since it was an emergency job.  That is what Peta told him.  With the encouragement of twice the money, Merrill took the job.

Jamie was a vivacious little girl, but she was a bit slow.  She still wore pull-ups.  She had been tested by doctors who didn't find anything wrong with her.  They assumed, or at least hoped, that Jamie would catch up by the time she entered Pre-K or soon thereafter.

Merrill had been with Jamie for about 45 minutes when his cell rang.

"Hello."

"OK, I guess."

"No, no problems at all."

"Playing with dolls.  You know little girl stuff."

"Sure."

Merrill gave Jamie the phone.  "It's for you!  Peta wants to say hello." he told Jamie.

"Hello?" Jamie asked quizzically.

"Yes, I am."

"I can do that.  I need to anyways."

Jamie gave the phone back to Merrill.  A few minutes later,  Jamie was playing with some dolls in front of a TV.  She got up and suddenly announced, "I made a potty in my pants."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Number 1 or number 2?"

"Number 1."

Merrill was relieved.  He didn't want to deal with the mess of a number 2.    He spread out a changing mat on the floor.  It would be easier for both of them if she was on the ground.

"Lay down."

Jamie wasn't wearing shoes or socks.  (Merrill had also removed his sneakers.  He preferred bare feet.) So changing her would be easy.  He pulled off her stretch bright pink leggings, exposing the diaper.  He could see the wet spot in the crotch of the pull-up.

Merrill had forgotten to bring with him a fresh pull-up.

"Wait right here," he told Jamie as Merrill retrieved another pull-up and some wet naps.

When he returned, Jamie was standing completely naked.  She had removed her own t-shirt.

"Lay down on the mat," Jamie commanded.  It was a command, but she said it in a gentle voice.

Merrill asked, "What?" but he still got down on the floor.  Jamie was standing over him.  She got onto her knees and stated, "Don't fuss.  It'll be all over in a minute.  Please, lift your butt."

Merrill didn't want to, but he complied regardless.

Jamie bent over Merrill and pulled down his shorts.  It was easy to do as it had an elastic waist.  Then she pulled off his underwear.

To both of their surprise, Merrill shot a spray of urine into the air.  It hit Jamie in the chest.  It would have drenched her t-shirt if she had been wearing one.  She used the clean pull-up to deflect the stream.

Jamie took it in stride.  She cleaned Merrill up with a wet nap and put a fresh diaper on him.  Then she pulled her own pink leggings up Merrill's legs.  It didn't come all the way down to his ankles at it had on her, but it was plenty stretchy to be pulled up his legs and over his pull-up.

"Sit up and raise your arms," Jamie commanded.

Merrill complied.  Jamie pulled her former t-shirt over Merrill's chest.  It left his belly button exposed but was otherwise large enough to fit him.  The green t-shirt that contrasted with the pink leggings, proclaimed, "I <heart> MOMMY & DADDY.  GRANDMA & GRANDPA ARE THE BEST."

"OK, now watch your toons while I get dressed."

Merrill got up and scampered over to the TV.  Jamie patted his diapered rear as he ran by.

Jamie used a wet nap on herself to clear the urine from her chest and elsewhere.  Then she pulled on Merrill's briefs and shorts.  The elastic waist kept it from falling down her thin legs.  She put on his The Avengers t-shirt lastly.  It was long enough to look like a dress on her.

"I'm going to get dinner.  You watch your shows or play with your toys."

Merrill didn't want to say it, but he responded with "OK."

Merrill fished the skillet of leftover lasagna out of the fridge.  She scooped a serving into a bowl and let it microwave for 90 seconds until warm.  Then she used a knife to cut the lasagna into small relatively square pieces.  She put a spoon into the bowl and found Jamie on the floor where she had been fifteen minutes before.  He was simultaneously playing with some toys and watching cartoons.

He was mumbling to himself, "What am I doing?  What am I doing?"

Jamie got onto the couch where she could watch Merrill.  She could see the top of his pull-up sticking up over the waistband of the tights.  She used to pee herself on purpose so that Mommy wouldn't put her into big-girl undies.  She wasn't concerned about that anymore.

There was a knock at the door.  Jamie got it.  It was Peta.

"What are you doing here?"

"My plans fell through.  I can babysit now."

"OK, Jamie has already been changed.  I'll see you at home."

Jamie slipped her feet into Merrill's sneakers, tied the laces tight and walked to Merrill's house.

The cartoon Merrill was watching broke for a commercial.  He walked up to Peta, he still wearing, Jamie's t-shirt, leggings and her pull-ups.  His face was smeared with sauce from the leftover lasagna.

"Peta, it's me!" he told her.  "It's Merrill."

"You're not Merrill silly.  You're Jamie."

"No, I'm Merrill. I'm your brother.  You have to believe me."

"No you're not.  Merrill just left.  Silly little girl, you're trying to fool me."

When Merrill couldn't convince her, he felt compelled to watch the cartoon.  It was back from a break.

Peta saw her bother sitting cross-legged in front of the TV.  She saw his diapers sicking out from under the bright pink tights he was wearing.  She knew it was him.  But nobody else would. She smiled broadly.

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