ChloeNova

Honestly, I really liked the story. I thought it was really cute and had a lot of potential to exist as like, an actual story rather than a short story!

Oh my gosh that was phenomenal, sweets!!! That was such a powerful (and relatable to most of; if not all Little’s) story!! The ending was really exceptional, honestly

Pick Your Battles: Episode 6 (or: The Big Sister/Little Sister Game) By: ChloeNova Sophie leaned over me and turned off my computer game, right in the middle of what I was doing. Without a word, she opened up the WordPad app and pointed at the screen. "Tell everyone what happened." "Nooooo, I'm playing!" "Tell them, or you'll get twenty more spankings before bed." With a sigh, I resigned to defeat and started telling the tale of how I wound up in diapers for six weeks. ***** Under duress, I am being forced to share my own chapter of Pick Your Battles. One with very dire consequences: The story of how I was put back in diapers, for six very, very long weeks. To preface, Sophie and I have a very... interesting relationship. We play something I like to call the Big Sister/Little Sister game. For the most part, it's exactly like it sounds. We battle over which one of us is the "Big Sister" and which one is, by default, the "Little Sister". Typically, the Little Sister is... taught her place. The loser is forced to use sippy cups, wear diapers or pull-ups, or do whatever other undeniable reminders of their status. The only misleading thing about the Big Sister/Little Sister game, is that the word 'game' implies there's some kind of an end to it; but in reality, it's a never ending battle between the two of us, and will be for the forseeable future. Y'know, until she finally realizes that I'm the big sister once and for all! To add to that, Sophie and I tend to... spice up the Big Sister/Little Sister game with bets. Losing a bet was simple: a day in diapers, no potty breaks. So naturally, any time one of us disagrees with the other, or thinks differently from one another, there is always a chance that we'll say "Bet me!" as a challenge. And of course, neither of us backs down from a challenge. Around a year or so ago, I was a few lost bets behind Sophie. Eleven, to be exact. I would make a terrible gambler -- I simply can't resist the chance to win a 'double or nothing' type bet. Around the same time Sophie, Pudding, and I were excitedly gearing up to go see a special showing of Back to the Future at our local movie theater, when I felt myself being yanked into Sophie's room and tossed to her bed. That was enough to set my cheeks on fire, but I defintely wasn't prepared for what Sophie had in mind. After pushing me to the bed, she quickly pulled something out of the closet that I immediately recognized. Something I had seen many times, and even worn, on occasion; her black, lacey, elegant, and ridiculously embarassing maid's outfit. "Guess what you're wearing to the movie's tonight?" Sophie said with a confident smile, staring down at me and taking full advantage of the shock that had taken over me. "You've been a little full of yourself, lately. Prancing around and pretending you're the big sister. So, I think you need a nice little reminder to put you in your place. Maybe a pull-up underneath and a pacifier neckalce? I think so." Immediately, I tried to object. To push myself off her bed and throw her to it instead. But before I could even move to get up, she was on me. She lifted my chin, causing my cheeks to burn anew, and said "Before you start throwing a tantrum, I'll let you know your options. Either you be a good girl, and listen to you big sister, and let me get you dressed; or I'll be using all eleven of your lost bets consecutively. Eleven days in diapers. Oh! And just in time for your classes to start, next week, too! And don't you have thate date Friday?" I was stunned. She knew I wouldn't rescind on our bets -- I just wasn't the kind of person to do that. She had me, and she knew it. I should have just listened to her. I should have been a good girl and worn the dress. I should have known when to pick my battles. But I didn't. Unfortunately, what I did, was make a bargain with her. I bit my lip, as usual, and gathered what little confidence I had at the moment, and did the unthinkable. "You can double it..." I muttered, completely losing my train of thought as she brushed my cheek gently (knowing full well what she was doing). "You can... double the amount of days I have left. If... you say I don't have to wear that outfit to the movies." I couldn't even look at her, let alone realized my mistake. "You're telling me you'll double the amount of days in diapers you owe me, so long as I say you don't have wear the maid outfit tonight?" She replied almost incredulously. The emphasis, still, was lost on me. "Deal." she said, offering her hand to shake on it. Which, foolishly, I did. For a split second, I thought I had avoided the whole ordeal. I went to get up and finally start getting ready for the movies. Until she pushed me back down, saying "Where are you going? We have to get you dressed. Arms up, you can't wear that top under your pretty dress!" I canted my head in confusion. I know she wouldn't back out on a bet, so what could she possibly mean? But she was quick to add "What? I said you didn't have to wear the dress. You're still going to, of course. But thanks for the extra days! You're such a good girl." This was my second chance to pick my battles. To just wear the dress. But I didn't. I tried to protest. Tried to argue; but she was right, technically. And technicalities were how we had always played our games. Eventually, I resorted to begging. My cheeks an almost ridiculous shade of scarlet. I tugged on her shirt, saying "Big Sis, pretty pretty please? Can I not wear the dress? I'll do anything! Pretty pretty pretty please??" Thankfully, she softened at this. But it was her turn to make a bargain. "Six weeks." She said, firmly. She was tiring of my arguing at this point, clearly. I didn't have much time before I found myself in real trouble. "Six weeks worth of days in diapers. Take it or leave it; And you better decide now, or I'm going to decide for you." I was stunned. Completely. Stuck between going out in public, in a pull-up, maid dress, and a pacifier necklace -- or giving her basically total control over when I could wear adult underwear. But, I was already so very many days in. What was a couple more? So I relented. "Perfect!" She annoucned happily. "Alright, here's how this is going to work. I'm using them one after another. For the next six weeks, you're going to be a padded, helpess little girl. You will not use the big girl potty. You will not have access to any big girl panties. And after six weeks? After your potty training has started to ebb away, and you've gotten used to the padding between your legs? Then you can decide if you think you're mature enough to go back to big girl underwear. And if you give me one more word of backtalk, I will put you in that maid dress. Now get ready." Before I could even begin to pull myself together and come up with a reply, she was walking out of the room, tossing a pull-up at me as she left. I was completely floored. My cheeks on fire, and I was feeling like anything but the Big Sister. She had definitely won this round. But she couldn't be serious about the six weeks, right? We said that kind of thing all the time. 'You'll be in diapers from now on!' and whatnot. No, of course she wasn't serious! I continued to think that, right up until the crate of diapers showed up at our door, a few days later. I kept thinking it right up until she grabbed me by the wrist, took me to my room, and tossed me and the diaper down onto the bed. I wouldn't be winning the Big Sister/Little Sister Game for the next six weeks. I should have just worn the dress, that night; I should have known when to pick my battles.

Oh my gosh you’re both so ridiculous. I love both your stories!

Today was a fun day ❤️

This thread is amazing and I love it. Youre all wonderful people!!

This is, perhaps, your most ridiculous story yet. XD I love it.

Oh my gosh that was both wonderful and heartbreaking. ;___; It was both incredibly little and emotional! I loved it!

That was absolutely wonderful. It was so freaking cute!!! I want more. Make it into a whole sort! Like... a college epilogue or something! <3

Oh my gosh this story is so ridiculously cute. Like. Melt my heart cute.

Awesome story so far! You're a great writer! :3

To be fair, that's pretty much the best line anyone has written. Like, ever. xD

I totes ship Mac and Kim, if only a little bit. ~

Aww! I love this part! Oaklee getting Mira is my absolute /favorite! Even if the resulting scene is pretty tragic. ;__; But, Mac saved the day because she is a CUTIE PIE!