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The Birthday Fairy

Published: March 28th 2021, 2:01:00 pm

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Symone sighed, feeling exhausted as she tucked her already-sleeping charge into his crib. "All that fuss," she mused quietly, looking down at Daniel, freshly one year old.

As the nanny, she had, of course, been expected to help at his birthday party, decorating, looking after large groups of toddlers, none of whom actually seemed to have any real understanding of what was going on, changing many, many diapers... And did the birthday boy care? He'd liked his cake, and the presents, sure, but otherwise, he might as well have just been at daycare, except with the parents there on the sidelines, doing nothing while Symone did the work of the entire staff.

And all for what? He definitely wasn't going to remember this when he got older, and she doubted many - if any - of his 'friends', which were really his parents' friends' children, who he barely knew, would, either. It felt so pointless, so extravagant... 

"Let me tell you a secret," she said quietly into the crib, not loud enough for the occupant to wake up, or actually hear, since it was mostly for her own benefit. "Birthdays are stupid."

She felt a strange jolt run through her, and, quickly, she turned around, half expecting to find the boy's parents behind her. While they weren't there, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. She blushed self-consciously, tugging at the hem of her shirt, making sure it hadn't ridden up any to potentially show off the waistband of her underwear while she was leaning on the crib railing.

"Hello?" She felt silly even saying it, able to see, right away, that there was nobody else in the room, other than Daniel.

From out of nowhere, a thought entered her mind, an answer, almost to what she'd said before she'd started to creep herself out. She was just jealous... That was why she thought that about birthdays. And, perhaps, that was the root of it. Maybe her parents had thrown her a party like the one she'd just survived when she was very young; all that did was prove her point about the baby not remembering, because, as far as she could recall, she'd never had a big party, nothing more than her immediate family, maybe one friend, or her grandparents.

Did she want one? She was a fairly quiet person now, but it might have been nice to have at least one memory of a huge party, just for her, when she was a kid. And, of course, there was the fact that her own birthday was about to happen, and she was positive nothing was going to happen for it at all. Her friends knew better than to do anything too much, and her employers had just thrown a huge party, so there was no way they were going to do more for her so soon. Sure, she thought, it was possible she was feeling some residual resentment over all of that. Obviously the party was for the baby... They could have mentioned her birthday was about to happen, too, though. 

But... No. She shook her head, not certain why she was arguing with herself, or how she'd almost swayed her own opinion. "No, birthdays are just dumb," she said again. "Always have been, always will be."

She went about the last of her duties for the day, straightening up, making sure his nightlight was plugged in and ready to come on once she turned out the main lights in the room, completely unaware of the other person in there with her, watching unhappily, arms folded into a sulk. The birthday fairy had given her a chance to apologize, to take back what she'd said... Now, she was going to have to do something much more drastic.

Symone could tell, right away, that something wasn't right, although it took her a few moments to figure out what, exactly, it was. It had started when she'd yawned, stretched, felt something against her hands that was unfamiliar, yet, on the other hand, incredibly familiar. She frowned, wriggling under her covers, hearing a sound she'd grown very accustomed to... But why did it seem to be following her every move?

She opened her eyes slowly, brow furrowing as, in her bleary vision, she saw a set of white bars rising up over her. They looked a lot like the ones in the nursery, making her wonder if she'd been so exhausted from the party that she'd fallen asleep on the floor in there... But they weren't quite identical. 

That was, she realized after a long second or two, because she was looking at them from the inside, something she'd never done before. She turned her head to confirm it, to see the bars on the other side of her as well, stomach churning as she heard that rustle again. She could see a blanket on her now, and she was terrified to push it aside, not wanting to see what was underneath it, even as she pressed her thighs together, unable to completely do it, because of a strange bulk between her legs...

"No way," she gasped, sitting up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "What is happening?!"

The door swung open, and Symone let out a squeak, wrapping the blanket more tightly around herself, trying to think of how she was going to explain this to her employers, when she didn't have a rational explanation of it for herself. 

"I thought I heard you up!" Daniel's mother beamed. "Happy Birthday, sweetie!"

"M-Mrs. Hall! I-I can explain!" Symone stammered, though she had no idea what, beyond that, she could say.

Was it better or worse that it was her, instead of Daniel's father? Symone couldn't decide... She didn't particularly want anyone to see her this way, to be honest. She also didn't want anyone who did to treat it so completely normal as the woman was now, walking up to the crib, casually pulling the blanket out of her hands, exposing the onesie underneath, the diaper bulge Symone had been trying to avoid looking at, so she wouldn't have to accept that was what she was wearing, on full display.

She didn't have any qualms about unsnapping it, either, giving Symone's diaper a check the same way Symone had done hundreds of times for her charge. "Someone had a soggy night!" she chanted.

"N-No!" Symone nibbled her bottom lip, not wanting it to be true... Yet, there was definitely a cool clamminess to the padding, and it was bunched up in a way she recognized, not from first hand experience, but from all those diaper checks she'd given...

"Aww, it's okay," Mrs. Hall kissed her on the top of the head. "That's what babies do!"

"But I'm not a baby!" Symone reminded her. 

"No," the woman nodded. "You're mommy's big girl... Now, we'd better get you ready for your party."

"My p-party?" Symone gulped as she was led over to the changing table she was so very familiar with, to get her very first diaper change on it. "No, I don't need another diaper!" she protested, seeing the woman pull out a fresh one for her, sliding it under her wriggling bottom. "And I don't need a party!"

"Symone," Mrs. Hall looked down at her sternly, the fight leaving the young woman for a moment as she felt herself practically shrinking before her gaze, "your father and I have been working hard on this party for a very long time... You aren't going to back out of it now, young lady."

None of this made any sense... Had they been planning this all along? Why?! They couldn't possibly think she wanted this... It didn't feel real, and, for a minute or two, she thought it had to be a dream. Why else would she keep referring to herself as Symone's mom?

That would explain it... She'd been thinking about birthday parties so much, and, after the big one she'd just thrown, it made sense that was the kind she'd have on her mind. She got a very rude awakening from that, however, once the woman had her diapered up, and 'dressed', which, mortifyingly, meant a tiara and a t-shirt, her diaper still incredibly visible.

"Okay, that's enough," she declared, ready to take control of this dream, reaching down to grab the tapes on her diaper, to pull it off.

The next thing she knew, she was over the woman's lap, padded backside in the air. "You know better than that!" she scolded. "You do not touch your diaper, young lady, and you definitely don't take it off by yourself!"

Symone squirmed, still trying to figure out why the dream wasn't obeying her, when she knew that was all it was... And then her employer's hand smacked down across the back of her diaper. The pain was enough to demonstrate that she wasn't asleep after all, and the shock of that revelation, and the swat itself, was enough to make her bladder release, a short stream of warmth squirting into her diaper, boosting her humiliation even higher as she was spanked, now in a damp diaper.

"Shh, shh," Mrs. Hall cooed after a few, long moments. "I'm sorry I had to do that, sweetie, and on your birthday... But you know that's naughty, don't you?"

Symone sniffled, nodded, melting into the woman's hug, blushing bright red as she patted the back of her diaper, surely feeling her accident. "I think you need a little corner time, too, just to get that last of those naughties out of you before the party." Symone didn't have it in her to argue, so she was taken to the naughty corner, the place she put Daniel when he was misbehaving, rubbing her sore bottom through the padding, watching as Mrs. Hall got ready for the party, doing more work than she had for her own son's just the day before.

She had hoped, at least, that whatever had caused this had extended beyond her, that her friends would be in the same boat as her, so she wouldn't feel so embarrassed about it. But, as they started to arrive, they looked the same as ever, grown-up and mature. They filed in, patting her on the head and giving her the customary "Happy Birthday" before dropping off their own children to play, gathering at the edges of the room to talk.

She supposed it was nice that she wasn't being expected to babysit all of the kids... But that was obviously only because they all saw her as one of them. When her best friend arrived, she toddled up to her, trying desperately to explain what was going on, to see if she would explain what was going on, and maybe help her... And all she got was a diaper check and a declaration that, "You should be fine for a bit longer," before she was sent back to 'her friends' to 'have fun'. 

She ended up right back in the corner, though not because she misbehaved... She was bored, and she didn't want to play with the baby toys, or the babies. The corner was at least quiet, and private, as she sat there on a little plastic stool, watching her party unfold in front of her. It was a birthday party, she supposed... But this wasn't at all what she'd wanted when she'd thought it might be nice to have one.

"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?" Mrs. Hall asked when, finally, she noticed Symone sitting on her stool, not 'enjoying' her party. 

Symone shrugged, not knowing what to say, not wanting to upset her again by telling her she didn't like the party that, apparently, she'd been working on for so long. 

"Oh, I know," the woman smiled. "You're just waiting for the fun stuff, aren't you? Well, why don't we get you changed, and then we can start on that!"

Symone wasn't sure what she meant by that, but, as embarrassing as the diaper change was, especially right there on the changing table, where any one of her friends could just look over and see her, it was nice to be the center of the woman's attention again, in the midst of the party's chaos. 

And then, she got even more attention as she was led over to the high chair and sat down in it. "Okay, everyone!" the woman announced. "Somebody was ready for her cake!"

A small cake was brought out, put onto the high chair's tray. Symone knew exactly what this was for, had seen her charge do it just the day before... She blushed, looking up at her employer uncertainly, feeling everyone's eyes on her as she fidgeted in the chair. 

"Go on," she urged. "It's all yours!" There weren't any utensils, nothing to help her eat it... But, of course, that would defeat the purpose. "Come on, Symone," the woman encouraged her. "Everyone else is waiting to have their cake until after you have yours!"

Symone didn't want to have to reach into this cake, with its abundance of pink icing, sure to get all over her, and eat it with her bare hands like a baby... But at least it would get everyone's eyes off of her once she did, while they had their own slice. She'd felt totally abandoned and ignored a few minutes ago, and now, as the center of attention, she wanted nothing more than to return to that.

She did her best to be neat, but the cake wasn't meant to be eaten that way. It hadn't even been sliced, which would have helped a little... All she could do was grab a handful of it, feeling it crumble in her hands as she raised it to her mouth, icing smearing across her face. She'd seen what a mess Daniel had made of himself - she'd had to clean him up, after all - and she was determined not to be that bad, yet, in the end, she was pretty sure she was even stickier, left to try to lick as much of the icing off her hands as she could, to help her attempt to wipe her face off, and not smear more onto it in the process, while she waited for someone to let her out of the high chair.

"Someone liked her cake!" the woman teased, when she finally finished her own piece of cake. Symone wrinkled her nose as she was washed off with baby wipes, the shirt declared a lost cause and whipped off, leaving her bare-chested for a few moments before another one was tugged onto her, her diaper still poking out beneath it. "Now, do you want to open presents?"

Symone couldn't imagine what she could have gotten, and part of her was scared to find out, to have to sit and open things, with everyone watching her again... But it wouldn't be a birthday party without that! 

"Umm..." she squirmed, blushing. "C-Could I go to the bathroom first?" she tried meekly, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Do you need a change?" Mrs. Hall smiled pleasantly, checking her diaper. "No, you're fine, silly!"

She was... But she wasn't sure how much longer that would be true. "N-No, the potty," she whined.

"You haven't gone yet," the woman chuckled. "I'll change you once you have, sweetie. All right, everybody, time for presents!"

After everything else that had happened, it wasn't a shock that the boxes were filled with ring stacking toys, over-sized 'puzzles' with no more than a dozen pieces, frilly baby clothes that all the adults cooed over... What else would they give her, when they obviously saw her as someone who still used those sorts of things?

The big present, from Daniel's mom and dad, was a surprise, however, her father dragging it in last of all. It was so large it wasn't wrapped, other than a bow on the top of its head, and, if she really was a toddler, she probably would have been thrilled to see it. As an adult, though, the giant rocking horse just made her more anxious about what was happening.

"She's speechless," Mrs. Hall interpreted her wide-eyed stare. "Come on, Symone, why don't you give it a ride?"

Before Symone could protest, she was helped up onto the saddle, the whole room watching as she started to rock it back and forth, feeling incredibly silly as she sat there in her diaper, tummy churning... "Mommy," she whimpered desperately. "I-I hafta go potty!"

"I'll change you once you're done," she promised. "You just got up there, baby! Have fun with it!"

There was no easy way to get out of this... It wasn't like the cake, where she knew she could take a bite or two, and everyone would be satisfied, and go back to talking among themselves. She had to show off how wonderful her present was, and that was going to take a little time... And that was something she was almost out of.

She held it back as long as she could, but, eventually, it was hopeless. Right there, in front of everyone, she grunted, her body involuntarily pushing, the seat of her diaper starting to expand as she struggled to keep it up and away from the saddle, her feet barely able to reach the ground around the oversized rocking horse between her legs, which probably hadn't helped her much with being able to hold in the wave of mush that was now oozing out of her.

They all had to know what she was doing... They'd seen it plenty of times with their own children. She blushed, squirming in place, diaper growing more and more, until, finally, there was nothing left... And, exhausted, she sank down onto the saddle, bottom squelching into the contents of her pants, absolutely mortified.

Luckily, the party ended not long afterwards, Mrs. Hall seeing how tired out she was, putting her down for a nap in nothing but a new diaper. As the girl laid there, staring up at the ceiling, reliving the humiliation of the day, she spotted something else, at the corner of her vision, a tiny woman with wings.

"Well?" she asked, perched on the top of the bars. "What do you say now? Do you still think birthdays are stupid?"

"What?!" Symone blinked, trying to make this hallucination vanish. "Y-Yes, of course they are!"

"Hmm," the woman looked unhappy. "And I gave you the same kind of party you were so jealous of, too... Oh, well."

Symone's eyes widened as the woman snapped her tiny fingers, and suddenly, felt felt something filling her mouth, as a strong, invisible force pulled her hands away from her sides, up over her head, through the bars. She tried to break loose, but by the time she did, something had wrapped around her wrists, fastening them to each other, on the other side of the bars, keeping them out of the way.

Desperately, she tried to spit out the object she knew must be a pacifier, only to find it was being firmly held in place, too, with some sort of strap. The tiny woman - or fairy, she knew she had to admit, as crazy as it sounded - flew down from the side of the crib, a pair of pink headphones in her hands, almost as big as her.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't un-do a birthday," she told Symone. "Not with my magic, anyway... But, fortunately, I've found some other things that will help with that. By the time this is done, you'll be starting with a nice, fresh slate, ready to give birthdays another chance, without all the bad feelings you have built up towards them already... It's the only fair way."

Symone struggled, shaking her head, trying to beg the fairy not to do it from behind the pacifier gag. "Of course, you'll have to wait until your next birthday, but that's all right... It's only a year away! And, until then, you can be Daniel's little sister. I'm sure he'll love telling you all about how fun birthdays are, and he'll have you looking forward to it... You'll definitely give it a much more fair chance then."