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European Vacation

Published: June 27th 2020, 2:01:00 pm

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There was definitely some saying about 'best laid plans' that applied to Claire's situation, but, after her flight, she was too tired to try to remember what, exactly, it was. 

It really had been a perfect plan, though, one she'd had to work very hard on to get that way. It shouldn't have had to be - all she wanted to do was spend the summer hanging out and partying with her friends over in Europe - and yet, as always, her annoying little sister had ruined everything.

"Well, Kelly can't just stay home alone the whole summer," her parents had told her. "And we'll be off at the conference the majority of the time, so she's going to have to stay with you. It's only fair... You complained that we were getting to spend our time over in Europe until we agreed to let you go, too... Why should Kelly be the only one left here?"

"She can take care of herself!" Claire had insisted. "She's old enough!" But they didn't listen, and, suddenly, she was watching her fun summer trip turning into an extended babysitting job, one she wasn't even getting paid for... Well, other than her parents renting the house she was staying in for her. 

And then the idea had struck her, out of the blue... Why not just hire someone else to do the babysitting for her? Everything else had stemmed from that one idea... "It's only fair," she'd explained to her parents. "I can't spend every minute with her, and I'll find someone who will be able to show her all the great sights, and take her to the museums, and do a much better job than I ever could. I bet we could get her grades up next year if we do..." 

Briefly, she even started to look for someone who could do all that, who would be as much of a tutor as a nanny.... It didn't take long for her to start finding candidates who were renowned more for their harshness, for being strict and crafting well-behaved young men and women out of their charges, rather than sweetly helping them with their homework. 

That, Claire decided, was what Kelly needed more than anything. She was such a little brat... Perhaps a summer under the care of someone like that would do her some good. The longer she thought about it, the more she liked the idea, until she finally chose a nanny, and started to e-mail back and forth with her, telling her how difficult Kelly was, how hard the job was going to be, how much discipline she was surely going to need...

Claire wasn't certain where the next idea came from, exactly; it just hit her, out of the blue. Kelly was so immature, so bratty, and she was getting a nanny... She might as well get her money's worth. Besides, she was going to look so cute, bundled up for the night in her thick diapers, while Claire was getting all dolled up for a night out at the clubs. A summer of that would really show Kelly how she'd been acting for... Well, her whole life. What better wake-up call that it was time to grow up than being shown what a baby you actually are?

'I know it's embarrassing for her,' Claire wrote, 'and I wish I could trust her to tell you on her own, but I know she won't. She lies about it all the time, despite all the evidence to the contrary. I know it's unusual for someone her age, so if you need to charge extra, I understand.'

'It's more common than you might think,' the nanny had written back in return. 'Don't worry... I know exactly how to deal with girls like her.'

It had been perfect: Claire would come back from the trip tanned, and relaxed, ready for her next semester of college, and Kelly would return a meeker, more polite girl, a few months of discipline and diapers surely enough to make her easier to have to deal with when Claire was home on breaks. Her parents would be happier with her, too, no doubt.

Unfortunately, her parents did a little research themselves, and found the same reviews Claire had for the nanny... For Claire, they'd shown her the woman had what it took to form her sister into a more tolerable human being; her parents had been less pleased. They'd come pretty close to cancelling the trip for the girls altogether, making them stay home, but, in the end, they'd found a summer camp for Kelly in the same town the house Claire was renting was in, and decided to send her there, instead.

It wasn't nearly as fun as Claire's plan, although it accomplished the same thing, and got her annoying little sister out of her hair for the summer. She was especially glad for that after the plane flight, which only proved how immature Kelly was when, because she'd forgotten to bring a charger for her phone, she forced their mother to stop charging her own since hers was about to die, after Claire refused to help... "Maybe you should have charged it before you left," Claire pointed out.

"I was going to!" Kelly pouted. But she'd forgotten that, too... And Kelly had just gotten that phone, too, having broken her old one a few days before. With everything else, their parents had bought her the same model as theirs, and there hadn't been time to get her a new case. 

It was all a big mess, though, fortunately, not one Claire had to deal with for long. They'd gotten to her house for the summer, said their goodbyes, and then her parents had taken Kelly to drop her off at camp, heading on to their conference from there. Claire was all alone, free to do whatever she wanted, even if she wasn't going to get to watch her sister be taken down a peg or two in the process...

And then the front door opened.

The camp decision had come rather late in the planning, after Claire had worked hard, putting things into motion. Knowing there could be delays, and that, even if there weren't, she'd be jet-lagged, and not want to have to get up to answer the door, she'd talked to the person they were renting the house from, had them hide an extra key outside, and told the nanny where to find it, so she could let herself in whether they were there already or not, and whether they were tired and wanted to stay in bed for the first day or two of the trip or not.

Of course, now, that shouldn't have been an issue... There was no need for the nanny to be there. Claire had definitely told the woman that... Hadn't she? She knew she'd written out an e-mail, explaining things, a couple nights before, after a long, drawn-out argument with her parents about the situation, and it had been quite late then, too... Thinking back now, she could recall saving a draft, intending to proof-read it and send it in the morning when her mind was a bit more clear.

Had she done that? She wasn't sure... Drowsily, she rolled over, grabbing for her carry-on bag, where she'd last put her phone. She probably should have plugged it in anyway, she thought, not sure if she would rather see it still sitting in her Drafts folder or not. It would be awkward, having to tell all this to the nanny while she was sitting there in her PJs... But if she had sent it, then who else was in her house?!

That was what kept her silent, prevented her from calling out and asking who it was, not wanting to lead them to her if it was anyone else. She fumbled for her phone, checking all of the pockets she might have stashed it, unable to remember exactly which one it had been... It was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello?" a female voice called out. "Are you here yet?"

Claire breathed a sight of relief, answering her own question. She hadn't spoken to the nanny on the phone, but she'd seen some videos the woman had shot, advertising her business, so she knew it was her, and she was definitely much happier to hear her voice instead of a stranger's. "I'm in here!" she answered. "I'm afraid we need to have a talk, though!"

She couldn't help letting out a gasp as her bedroom door opened, and the nanny stepped inside. She knew, from the videos, that the woman wasn't much older than her, and, while she'd considered looking for someone older, the reviews spoke for themselves. Seeing her now, it was shocking how powerful her presence was, how much more intimidating she was in person. Claire could see why she was so effective... Although, to be fair, some of that was probably thanks to how Claire herself was dressed, and how tired she was.

"There you are!" the woman smiled. "I've heard lots of things about you, young lady, but I do hope we're able to get along."

"Huh?" Claire frowned, blushing at the realization of what the nanny was saying. "N-No, I'm not... Hey!"

She gasped, reaching for her PJ shorts at the same time as the nanny, who had seen something - or, rather, the lack of something - and immediately marched to the bedside to check. She was too slow, unfortunately, and, a moment later, she was sitting there in bed, shorts and panties pulled down, half-naked in front of this stranger.

"I really hoped we could get off on a better foot than this," the nanny sighed, "but what are these?" She pinched the panties between two fingers, staring at Claire, who was trying to cover herself as best she could. "You know better than this, Kelly."

"No, I'm not Kelly!" Claire shook her head frantically. "I-I don't..." Her eyes widened as the nanny reached into the bag she'd carried into the room, extracting a thick, crinkly diaper from it. Her mind raced, her tiredness making it more difficult for her to recall the woman's name, having always just thought of her as her sister's nanny. "I-I don't need those! Stop it, Lisa! I-I'm Claire! I hired you!"

"Are you sure about that?" the nanny raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you one chance to change your mind about this."

"About what?!" Claire rolled her eyes. "I know who I am!" She yelped, moving from trying to hide her privates to grasping for her PJs as the nanny yanked them the rest of the way off, spreading the diaper out and easily pulling the smaller girl on top of it, Claire's stomach churning at the feeling of thick padding, and the sound of soft crinkling, beneath her.

"I gave you a chance," the nanny shook her head. "But Claire just texted me earlier and told me the only person that would probably be here when I arrived would be Kelly... Which means that must be you." And, with that, she expertly sealed the tapes shut, closing Claire into one of the diapers meant for her supposedly bedwetting little sister. "I'll give you a pass tonight," Lisa said, giving the diaper a pat, then sliding the PJ shorts back up over them, "however, please address me as Nanny, or Nanny Lisa... You are not my equal, little girl; you are my charge."

For a split second, when she woke up the next morning, Claire thought it might have been a dream, one made especially realistic thanks to her jet lag... She nibbled her bottom lip, not daring to move, not wanting to hear the crackling of plastic beneath her, or feel the bulk, but simply thinking about it made her more aware of the warmth building up around her crotch, of a feeling between her legs that definitely weren't her thin, grown-up panties...

It wasn't fair! This was supposed to be Kelly, not her! She groaned, sitting up, wrinkling her nose as she tossed aside her blanket, seeing the waistband of her diaper sticking out over the top of her shorts. She would have loved to swoop into Kelly's room, see her like this.... Being on the other side, it wasn't nearly as fun.

Even though Lisa had been the one who had put her into this thing, Claire didn't want anyone to see her wearing it, was ready to rip it off, but before she could, the nanny bustled into the room. "I thought I heard you," she smiled pleasantly. "Good morning, Kelly! Let's see how you did last night!"

She sauntered over to the bed, reaching for Claire's pajamas, Claire frantically grabbing at them in place. "Kelly," Lisa gave her a firm look, "I'm not going to be mad at you for wetting the bed... I will be mad if you make this harder for me than it has to be. I'm going to be taking care of you all summer, so I'm going to have to see your diapers quite a lot."

"I-I didn't!" Claire squeaked, realizing that her resistance made it look like the opposite. "I-I just..."

"Then let me see," the nanny replied. "The longer this takes, the more annoyed you make me...."

"Fine," Claire huffed, letting go, allowing her shorts to slide down over the loud plastic. She blushed as the nanny ran her hand over the diaper, checking her thoroughly, and, of course, finding nothing. "See? I told you! I'm not Kelly!"

Then again, Kelly wouldn't have wet the bed, either, so Claire had prepared Lisa for this, and she heard the words she'd sent to the other woman in her e-mails parroted back to her now. "One or two dry nights doesn't prove you aren't a bedwetter, young lady. I know your problem can be sporadic, but it's common enough that you need to be in diapers every night just to be safe... And, like it or not, that is what's going to happen."

"Noo!" Claire whined, kicking her feet. This wasn't how her vacation was supposed to go... She was supposed to be going out at night, meeting some cute, European boys, maybe bringing them back here for some fun... None of that was going to happen if she was getting diapered every evening! "I'm not her!"

"I was hoping you'd be less grumpy after you got some rest," the nanny shrugged. "Perhaps getting a little breakfast in you will do the trick, then. I'll let you dress yourself, just to see how you do. Food will be ready in a few minutes."

As soon as the woman was out of the room, Claire finished what she'd started, tearing the diaper off and tossing it into the garbage, gratefully putting on a pair of panties instead, pairing them with a tank top and some shorts that were definitely too tight for her to have to wear diapers beneath. She'd been nice, told Lisa that Kelly didn't need diapers during the day... But she'd also suggested them as a punishment. She knew Kelly would be too much of a brat to be able to stay out of trouble, so she expected the girl would be spending a lot of time in them...

"I'm not hungry!" she called out, once she was dressed, and in the living room, on her way to the door. "I'll see you later!"

"No, you will not!" the nanny corrected her, appearing in the doorway. "You aren't going anywhere without me, young lady!"

"Yes, I am!" Claire told her. "Look..." She opened up her purse, digging into it for her ID, glad she had that, at least, if not her phone, which she intended to get replaced today, so she could log into her e-mail account and use that to prove to Lisa that she was who she said she was.

"No, you aren't," Lisa replied simply, snatching the purse away, Claire watching her in frustration, hands balling up into fists as she pouted up at the taller woman.

"Just look for yourself, then!" she stomped her foot. "I'm Claire! My driver's license is right there!"

Why hadn't she thought of that the night before? She'd been too tired, probably, and too overwhelmed with what was happening... Any other time, she likely would have come up with it right away, but after the flight, and being mentally prepared to go to bed, her mind hadn't been working properly.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, staring down at her, then rolled her eyes, opening up the purse herself and gingerly sorting through it until she found Claire's wallet within. Claire breathed a sigh of relief, letting herself calm down a bit, knowing that this nightmare was almost over, and she was going to be able to get back to her vacation in peace.

"She does look like you," the nanny agreed, holding the license up, comparing it to Claire. "But she's your sister, so of course she does. All this proves is that you took Claire's license before she left. I hope she hasn't gone too far yet... Do you have any idea how difficult it's going to be for her without this?! This is a very naughty little prank you've pulled, Kelly."

"I am not Kelly!" Claire stomped again. "We don't even look alike, we're step-sisters!" Had she told Lisa that? She wasn't certain it had come up... She didn't think of Kelly that way, since their parents had gotten married while Kelly was still a toddler, so Claire had been her big sister for the vast majority of her life, for better or worse. "Just look at the picture, you stupid...!"

She wasn't even able to finish the insult - which was probably a good thing, in the long run - before she was over Lisa's lap, shorts and underwear pulled down. "No!" She kicked her legs frantically. "You can't do this!"

"I can, and I have a feeling I will be quite a lot during our time together. I don't know how much your family has told you, but it's my job to turn you into a sweet, proper young lady... And it seems like I have my work cut out for me. Don't think that means you have a chance, though.... I've dealt with much tougher children than you, Kelly, and I've always come out on top."

"B-But I'm not... Ouch!" Claire gasped, feeling the first smack across her bare backside, the impact bringing tears to her eyes immediately, driving home the reality that she was getting a spanking. Lisa let her lie there for a moment, soaking in the humiliation, before continuing, delivering swat after swat, roasting the poor girl's bottom until she was sobbing.

And then, to add insult to injury, while she was still blubbering, she got taped into a fresh, childish diaper, and led by the hand to the breakfast table, where she was forced to finish every bite of her oatmeal as she squirmed on the hard, wooden chair - the diaper providing some protection for her sore bum, but not quite enough - and felt sorry for herself.

"From what I understand, young lady," Lisa lectured, once Claire had finished eating, "you've been acting like a bratty toddler for years now, and your family is tired of it. So now, any time I catch you doing that, you will spend the rest of that day in diapers. From what I've seen out of you so far, I have a feeling you'll be in them for the majority of the summer, so you'd better get used to them."

"B-But I don't need diapers!" Claire whimpered, hardly able to believe that things could have gotten this much worse for her, already. Spending her nights in these bulky, crinkly prisons was one thing... Wearing them all day, too?! She really wished she hadn't suggested them as an appropriate punishment, because now the shoe was on the other foot. Or, rather, the Pamper was on the other posterior.

"Then don't act like you do," Lisa shrugged. "If you can behave yourself like a big girl, then you'll only have to wear them at night. That should be simple, shouldn't it?"

"I-I guess," Claire sulked.

"Good. Now, you can go put your shorts back on if you like... But, since that's what you chose to wear, instead of letting me help you pick something out, that will be all you get to wear today."

Claire wasn't sure why the woman said that like a threat, or why she was smirking as Claire waddled her way out of the dining room, rubbing her throbbing bottom... At least, not until she returned to the living room and pulled the shorts up her legs. They were snug on her in the best of times... Now, with the diaper...

She groaned, pulling on them as hard as she dared, hopping in place, trying to force them up over her bulging diaper, but it was no good... There was no way they were going to fit. "Oh, that's too bad," the nanny told her, after stepping into the room and watching a few attempts. "I guess you'll be wearing just your shirt and diaper today."

A whole day, toddling around with nothing to cover her diaper, even when Lisa made her follow her outside to check the mail, was enough to leave Claire feeling little better than a toddler, especially since, no matter how hard she begged, her nanny wouldn't let her use the bathroom.

"That's what your diapers are for, young lady," she'd tell her. "Act like a big girl, and you can use the potty like one." Claire had held out as long as she could, but, eventually, she had no choice, and had to give in, blushing as her bladder dribbled into her diaper, the padding warming up, swelling between her legs as she soaked it, having to sit in the squishy thing for a while after Lisa declared, "It can take a bit more! No need to be wasteful!"

Just to cap the day off, Claire was put to bed right after supper - exactly like she'd ordered Lisa to do with Kelly - and had to lie there in bed, in her diaper, staring out the window at the still sunny beach behind the house, thinking of all the fun she could have there that was being denied to her because the nanny refused to listen to the truth.

The one benefit of her early bedtime, however, was waking up early, while the house was still and quiet. She was, obviously, dry, although she already knew that wouldn't prove anything to Lisa. She sighed, toddling over to her window and staring out at the water. She thought it would be too early for anyone to be out there, but she was wrong... She spotted a cute boy out there, jogging, wearing only his swim trunks, letting her see his abs glistening in the early morning sun.

She couldn't help herself; this was why she'd come here in the first place! Lisa was definitely still asleep, so if she was careful, she could slip out and back in, enjoy herself a little with some flirting, then come back and show what a good girl she could be so she wouldn't have to wear diapers again. If she was well-behaved enough, perhaps she could talk Lisa into taking her to get a new phone, prove to the woman what a huge mistake she'd been making.

Maybe it was thanks to what she'd worn the day before, but her bikini felt a lot more cutesy than she remembered. She'd thought it was cute, of course, which was why she picked it, though she hadn't realized how childish the watermelon design also looked. She'd only packed one, too, hoping to find some sexier, trendier designs while she was over here. The swimming suit was definitely better than a diaper... She just couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed as she tip-toed out to the beach in it, rushing to catch up with her prey.

She was almost there when she felt a hand close around her wrist, jerking her back with a yelp, spinning her around to face a very unhappy Lisa. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?!" she demanded. "Dressed up like this, wandering around out of the house unsupervised... I guess you didn't learn anything at all yesterday, did you?!" And, right in front of the cute boy, Claire's bikini bottoms were tugged down, revealing her already red bottom, as Lisa started to spank her again, not letting her pull them back up through the whole spanking, or the trip back to the house, or into her bedroom.

Claire sniffled, rubbing her bottom and looking back, watching nervously as Lisa got another diaper out, realizing she was going to have to spend another day in them. It definitely couldn't get any worse than that...

Or so she thought. Lisa put her into a shirt, but still didn't let her wear anything over her diaper, making her play on the floor while she got things done around the house. At one point, she heard the woman talking on the phone, overheard, "I'm not sure she deserves it, though, if you think it's best..." and never got up the courage to ask what that was about.

A few hours later, she belatedly got the answer as, while sitting there in a wet diaper, waiting for her nanny to deem her ready for a change, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, peeking nervously out the shades to see a group of girls her sister's age starting to pour out of a car. "Wh-What's going on?!" she asked, gulping.

"I know, it's very exciting," Lisa said. "Your sister was nice enough to say that, despite your behavior, you still deserve to see your friends. But we both agreed that this doesn't mean you get out of your punishment... They're just going to have to see you in your diaper."

"N-No," Claire shook her head, blushing. "I-I don't..."

But the doorbell was already ringing, and her nanny was urging, "Go ahead... Don't be rude. Let them in."

"I-I don't want to!" Claire whimpered.

"Let them in right now," Lisa snapped, "or I'll spank you again, right in front of them."

Reluctantly, Claire got to her feet, wrinkling her nose as she shuffled over to the front door, diaper squishing between her thighs as she tugged at the hem of her shirt. She had no idea who these kids were, why they were here... But at least that was some comfort, knowing they were strangers...

"Kelly!" the real Kelly grinned, the first one at the door, enveloping her older sister in a huge hug. "It's so good to see you!"

She hadn't meant to do it, but it was a perfectly understandable mistake; she'd just gotten her phone, after all, and it was exactly the same as her mother's, and they were both sitting there, on the tray table... Her mom must have switched the charging cable while Kelly was up going to the bathroom, and then was too engrossed in her book to notice Kelly picking up the wrong one when she returned to her seat.

She turned on the phone, opened up the browser, and right away, she saw the last page her mother had looked up, saw the stern face of the professional nanny staring back at her, promising more obedient children, no matter their age, and no matter what it took. For a moment, she felt a sense of dread, wondering if that was going to be waiting for her when they returned home, if perhaps her poor grades last year had been the last straw... Until she saw where the nanny was located.

She hadn't known much about what happened between her parents and Claire, or what had led to them deciding to enroll her at a nearby camp, instead of having her stay with Claire the whole summer, but seeing this website, she started to piece things together. She glanced over at Claire, who had fallen asleep, and set her mother's phone back down, carefully bending over, snagging her sister's phone out of the outside pocket of the carry-on bag at her feet. 

Nobody was paying attention, so it was easy enough to hold the phone up to the snoozing Claire's face and unlock it so she could do some investigating. And, after finding the e-mails, just as easy to do that again to remove the lock, letting her put the phone into her own bag after sending a message to the nanny, explaining to her that 'Claire' had decided to see a bit more of Europe while she was there, so she probably wouldn't be around much, if at all, but that 'Kelly' was definitely going to be at the house, and was going to need lots and lots of care.

She'd kept up communication, too, asking for pictures after hearing about the discipline Claire had gotten the day before, saying she missed seeing her little sister's face, and giggling at how infantile she looked in her big, bulky, baby diapers, and then having one more brilliant idea. 'All of her friends are actually going to camp nearby,' she wrote. 'She was supposed to go with them, but after our parents saw her report card, they said she couldn't... Some of them were messaging me, though, and they wanted to visit her for the weekend. I know she's been naughty, I just think that maybe seeing them might help.'

Kelly hadn't known any of the girls at her camp, but they'd become fast friends, especially after she told them about what was happening with her older sister. A lot of them didn't believe it, of course, even with the pictures she had... Fortunately, it was pretty simple to prove she wasn't lying. The camp was set up so that the kids that lived near enough could go home on the weekends if they liked, and one of her new friends' parents were happy to drive them to spend the weekend with Kelly's big sister.

Her friends were surprised to see that Kelly was telling the truth after all, and nearly as delighted as Kelly herself had been to finding her already in a soggy diaper when they arrived. "Uh-oh, Kelly," she could hear one of them teasing, "still having potty troubles? Is that the real reason you didn't come to camp?"

"I'm not Kelly!" Claire fumed, looking very much like a toddler in the middle of a tantrum. But Kelly had prepped her friends well, and they were happy to play along, incredibly amused to have a big baby like Claire to play with. Was it wrong for Kelly to take advantage of her pathetic, diapered, older sister to make friends? Perhaps... But not any more wrong than it was for Claire to try to do all of this to her, instead.

'Kelly' got to stay up a little later than usual with her friends, but Lisa still came in to put her to bed well before the other girls were ready to even attempt to sleep. The real Kelly gave her some time, waited until she heard the nanny get into the shower, then snuck into her sister's room.

"Hi, there," she giggled. "Oh, my God, look at you! You're so adorable in your little PJs, with your diaper... I can hardly stand it!"

Claire glared at her angrily, but, before she could do anything, Kelly whipped out her phone, showing off the pictures she'd already gotten from Lisa. "You're awfully cute here, too... And here... And here..."

"That's my phone!" Claire glared at her, grabbing for it, a little too slow. "Give it back!"

"No, I don't think so," Kelly said. "I like it a lot more than mine... Especially because it has all of your contacts in it. It would certainly be a shame if I 'accidentally' sent all these pictures to them, wouldn't it? Or what if I sent them to her?" She pulled up the Instagram page of a girl from Claire's college, one she'd heard her sister complain about many times, enough that she remembered her name and was able to look her up. She loved making fun of Claire for being so short, and always seemed to end up going after the boys that Claire was interested in... And, every time, she was the one who came out on top.

"It's funny," Kelly mused out loud. "She's actually spending some time in Europe this summer, too... She won't be too far from here at one point. Do you think I should invite her over to visit you?"

"No!" Claire gasped, shaking her head. "Kelly, please, don't!"

Kelly laughed, seeing how panicked her sister looked. "I won't, I won't... But you have to do something for me. If you don't want me to get in touch with her, or send out your pictures to all of your friends... You need to wet yourself right now."

"N-Now?!" Claire blushed. "B-But if I do that, Lisa will think..."

"That's right," Kelly grinned. "You're going to wake up in a cold, squishy, wet diaper, so it's going to look like you wet the bed, just like you told her I do. And, if you want me to keep not talking to any of these people, and telling them how you're really spending your vacation, you're going to keep doing that. If I don't get a report from your nanny that your bedwetting streak has continued, unbroken, every day this summer... Well, you know what's going to happen."

Claire groaned, squirming helplessly, then blushing as Kelly slid a hand down the front of her shorts. She wriggled a bit more, clearly trying to think of a way out of this... Until, finally, Kelly felt the padding warm up as she gave in, doing as she was told, taking the first steps to becoming the good little girl Kelly knew that Lisa was going to turn her into over the course of the summer, just like the woman was supposed to do to her.

"Good girl," Kelly patted Claire on the head. "Night-night." She walked out, barely keeping herself from giggling as she listened to her big sister sputter and grumble, surely imagining things couldn't get any worse... Completely unaware that 'Claire' had sent out an e-mail to Lisa earlier that day, telling her that, if 'Kelly' hadn't gone poopy by the next day, she was going to need some 'encouragement', whether her friends were there or not... And that she'd decided that it was probably best to keep 'Kelly' in diapers for as long as her bedwetting persisted, even during the day.

She'd already sealed her crinkly fate for the next day, and Kelly couldn't imagine she would allow herself to mess herself in front of her little sister, and all her friends... Which meant they were going to get quite the show. One that Kelly was definitely going to be recording, ensuring there was no way Claire would stop 'wetting the bed', or else her rival was going to get to see her filling her diaper, like the baby she now was, whether she liked it or not.