You’re gonna be in this one for a while,” Hazel mused. “I think we’d better give you some lotion.” She grabbed the pink bottle from beside the changing pad, giving it a shake before squirting some out onto her hands, rubbing them together, then gently massaging it into the girl’s skin. Janet hated herself a little for noticing how nice it felt, how soft and sweet the scent was, not nearly as overpowering as the baby powder Zella had used last time.

Janet glared up at the girl unhappily. She’d never imagined it would go this far… It was bad enough Hazel had diapers on hand for her, but an actual crib, too?! She just couldn’t imagine spending the whole night in that awful thing… She really want to stomp her foot, to yell at Hazel again about how she didn’t belong here, how she was a grown-up and wasn’t about to allow her to do this to her… Would it make any difference, though? Sometimes,” Alexa shrugged. “But what about you, Chrissy? Why did you come to a job interview in a diaper?”

Dorothy squirmed, staring down at her feet as she stood there, in front of Alex, who had sat on their shared sofa in front of her. “Hey,” Alex grabbed her hands gently. “It’s okay… But we’re going to be living together for at least the rest of the year. Maybe we should just get this out in the open, you know? Get it over with…” Isn’t that precious?” Zella asked. “Your paci and your diaper match!” Janet looked up, blushing so that her cheeks almost hit the same shade as the other two objects, seeing that, indeed, the pinks looked nearly identical. “What more could a little baby like you ask for?”

Oh, my God,” Hazel giggled, scrolling through the pictures she’d taken, searching for the right one to attach to her message. They were all so adorable… It was almost impossible to choose. What are you so upset about, Chrissy?” Alexa teased. “That’s a very strange reaction… Unless…” She nodded to Bethany, who guided the smaller girl further inside, stopping in front of the giant crib that seemed to be the centerpiece of the oversized nursery. POTTY PRINCESS MAGNETIC CHART: Introducing the Potty Princess Magnetic Chart - the essential potty training tool for toddler girls. Measuring 10" x 14" and featuring steps like asking to go, sitting on the potty, and washing hands, this chart comes with 35 gold star magnets to reward each success. Turn potty training into a fun game with the Potty Princess Magnetic Chart, perfect for girls. And yet, that did very little to keep Janet from feeling anxious when she heard the girl’s footsteps approaching, prompting her to snap her eyes and hands upwards, away from the padding, and, when Hazel appeared and the doorway, scramble to her feet and over to her. She didn’t want Zella to know, didn’t want to say it out loud, to admit what she’d done, but if she didn’t do it now, it would look way worse when, inevitably, the sitter did find out. Yes,” Zella countered. “You already got to stay up later than I normally would have let you, and you didn’t even have to go to bed with an empty tummy. But I think you’ve proven you deserve to be in diapers for the rest of the weekend, like a baby… And babies need all the rest they can get.”She wasn’t wrong; it was a good idea. Dorothy didn’t want her poking around, finding out on her own, or drawing the wrong conclusions. On the other hand, as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized she wasn’t ready to say it out loud – wasn’t sure if it was true yet, if she was really an AB/DL or simply curious – so, instead, she told a little fib. “It’s a, uh… medical thing,” she said. “I-It’s hard to explain, but… Well… I-I just need them, and…” Janet nodded, squeaking as Zella lifted her down off the toilet seat, bending her over slightly to start wiping her dry. “I can do that myself!” she exclaimed, squirming in place. Despite the humiliation she’d just suffered, Janet felt a wave of calm settling over her. This was it, she thought… Hazel was going to realize none of the bedrooms in the house were set up for a little girl. The spare bedrooms were all exactly that – spare, empty other than a bed and dresser, and far too bland and clean for anyone to believe a child was staying there. Finally, Zella was going to have to face the truth… We’ll see about that,” Zella smirked, giving the girl’s damp diaper a pat. “Now, go on… Get up onto the changing pad so I can get you ready for bed, Prissy.” You can call me Chrissy,” Christina offered. “I-I know it doesn’t sound as professional, but… Well, nobody really calls me Christina, so it’s weird to hear it.”

Janet squirmed; she could assume, from everything Hazel had said, that the person the girl thought she was had been a bedwetter at some point. How long had Zella babysat for Prissy? How old had Prissy been when it stopped? Had it still been happening then? Janet had no idea, and, as much as she wanted to play the part, and avoid getting in any more trouble, with as little information as she had, she didn’t dare risk it. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to ‘admit’ to that when it was so very much not true. “Never,” she mumbled.

It was true, she’d never been a bedwetter, and yet, as much as Zella had insisted she was, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of doubt in her own abilities. It was still early, and she wasn’t really tired, so that wasn’t going to help matters, and she tried to tell herself that was the source of her worries, that she wasn’t allowing Zella to get into her head and start convincing her that her step-daughter knew more about her than she did herself, but she wasn’t sure how well that was working. If Zella thought she wet the bed, well… Maybe she had a point. If her bladder started to feel full, it was definitely going to be tough stopping it when she couldn’t come close to closing her thighs, much less crossing her legs, and when she gave an experimental push on her diaper with her free hand, she barely felt it.