Lady Lucia

Part 41 Objectively, staying with Elena wasn’t nearly as bad as how things had been at what was more or less daycare for both kids and younger teenagers. Although it was someone Cassidy kind of knew, at least she was safely indoors and out of the public eye. At the same time, she wasn’t particularly comfortable. Sitting in nothing but dirty diapers at a table that did nothing to hide her exposed breasts, Cassidy continued to use the one arm to cover her chest. She wasn’t enthused about the enormous box of crayons in front of her, nor the coloring book that had been set in front of the chair Elena had led her towards. While diapers were obviously quite childish, there was also the fact that Cassidy was supposed to be ‘twelve.’ The average girl that age should be given more mature options by a babysitter. Cassidy wanted to say something, yet there were no potential alternatives that immediately came to mind. She was in an unfamiliar house, with her sister’s friend, and in a situation that was nothing like she had ever experienced. If not coloring, what could she do to keep herself busy while Elena worked? Not wanting to be difficult when the simplest course of action was to run out the clock until Audrey returned, Cassidy reluctantly opened the book to find a suitable picture to color. It didn’t take many pages for her to see that there wasn’t going to be an option that was interesting or complicated to draw. After seeing that the majority of her choices were simple plants and animals, she settled on a sunflower that felt like a rather neutral selection compared to the rest. “Make sure you color inside the lines, Cassie,” Elena said, “Oh, and why don’t you put that arm down? If you’re not developed enough to wear a bra, then there’s really no reason to cover up.” Flushing at how casually her boobs were being insulted, which was turning into a common theme today, Cassidy hugged her chest a little more tightly, “Elena, I don’t think-” “Tell you what, Cassie,” she said, “If you can sit there like a big girl, I might reward you with something to wear in a little while. But if you’re going to act like an immature brat, you can stay in just your diapers until Audrey picks you up.” Cassidy was torn. Was covering later worth the price of exposing herself now? She had been nervous the entire way up to the front door, and walking back to Audrey’s car would carry the same amount of risk. Not to mention the fact that her sister tended to park in the driveway at home as well. What if one of their next door neighbors saw her in diapers, or even just noticed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes from a distance? The more Cassidy thought it through, the more she actually considered Elena’s offer. Especially because there was no telling if Audrey would keep her in diapers and nothing else for the drive like the first time around. “No pictures . . . ?” Cassidy hesitantly asked. That was her one hang-up. Theoretically, Quinn’s photos were out of the equation without social media being an option. Elena, however, was much closer to Cassidy’s age, and they had plenty of mutual acquaintances. Elena scoffed. “There’s barely anything there to take a picture of. Besides, you do realize I’m your babysitter, right? It wouldn’t exactly be professional or acceptable to take inappropriate pictures of the girl I’m watching.” “Umm . . . ” Similar to Audrey’s ‘logic,’ it was tough to argue against Elena’s points. Of course, they only made sense if Cassidy continued playing along with the ‘little sister’ role she had been tricked into. And no matter how the concept was framed, it didn’t change the fact that sitting around with her bare chest on display was not something that would ever feel normal. Her actual age, maturity, and personality saw to that. “I don’t have all day, Cassie. You have to choose now, okay? Three . . . two . . . ” It was frustratingly effective. Cassidy was well aware of the counting trick that parents and other authority figures used, and she should have been way too old for someone to treat her the same as any other kid who needed a simple psychological nudge. At the same time, it was tough to stand her ground as an independent adult when she had been perceived as a tween by pretty much everyone but her sister for the last few hours. And then there were the diapers, of course. Reluctantly loosening her arm, she muttered an awkward, “Wait, okay.” Despite the time pressure given to her, Cassidy couldn’t bring herself to merely drop the limb and reveal her smaller breasts just like that. Instead, she lowered her arm inch by inch, not considering the fact that her speed resulted in somewhat teasing Elena. When Cassidy eventually reached her abdomen and there was nothing else to cover, she sighed and let her arm fall the rest of the way. Deeply blushing as she rested her arm on her thighs, Cassidy glanced up towards Elena to see if her newfound exposure met her expectations. “See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Elena asked. Rather than taking a taunting tone, she mostly just sounded patronizing, “Now, you don’t need me to sit here with you while you color, do you?” Cassidy merely shook her head. She was still trying to get used to the fact that the AC could now reach her breasts as well as the rest of her bare skin. And that Elena had an unfettered view of her form as well. “Okay. And do you need the bathroom yet, Cassie? Use your words.” Taking a much needed swallow to help with how dry her throat was suddenly feeling, Cassidy glanced away and quietly said, “No.” She didn’t even realize how shy was coming across. However, it was difficult to meet the short haired girl’s eyes when Cassidy was sitting and she was standing, and that was on top of the fact that Cassidy was now topless and no longer making the effort to cover up. Elena gave a soft smile, “You mean, ‘No, Ms. Elena.’ While you’re here, we might as well work on respect. You should address your babysitter the same way you address your teachers! Does that make sense?” Technically, yes. It made sense, but Cassidy had literally never had a babysitter who went by anything but her first name. Additionally, Elena was actually younger than Cassidy was, which made it all the more embarrassing. Regardless, Cassidy hesitantly responded, “Yes, Ms. Elena.” She was currently in no state to point out any of the issues with the title that crossed her mind. “Much better! You’re such a quick learner,” Elena exclaimed. She picked up the box of crayons and flipped it upside-down. Without the lid already open, the dozens of crayons exploded onto the table. “Have fun drawing, Cassie! I’ll be just over here if you need me.” With that, she dropped the box and sauntered over to the kitchen sink. As Elena turned on the water and picked up the soap, Cassidy gazed down at the absolute mess before her. A few seconds ago, the crayons had been organized by color. Now they were chaotically spread out on the table; a few had already rolled off and fallen to the floor. Sighing to herself, Cassidy began sifting through the pile to find a decent green to start with. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Chapter Six Once Elizabeth’s hair was dyed, things only got easier for June. After all, they were officially in too deep to back out from her plan. Elizabeth looked so youthful with red hair, especially when her locks were damp and her face was devoid of make-up. And, since June had only bought the one color, it wasn’t as if they could switch back if the girl got cold feet. Elizabeth hadn’t thought to grab a spare outfit before hopping in the shower, and her previous top was stained red here and there. She ended up reluctantly stepping out into the small suite in just her towel, which made her natural height and petite size more obvious than when she had been wearing the borrowed clothes. Apparently June was taking this ‘aunt’ thing seriously, as she had already laid out a set of pink pajamas on the bed. Technically, she was being helpful as an assistant as well, though it hardly felt that way when she was being more patronizing than professional. “It’s past your bedtime, young lady,” June said. She gestured to the PJs that were waiting for the small redhead. Elizabeth would have preferred wearing a simple shorts/tee combo, rather than something that was clearly designed for a child. However, the suitcase was nowhere to be seen. When Elizabeth asked, June simply explained, “I think it makes more sense for me to pick out your clothes from now on. Maggie dresses differently than you, yes? There was no point arguing. Elizabeth tried, of course, only to be reminded that all of this was practice for tomorrow. The privacy of their hotel suite was the perfect place to adapt to this new dynamic, so no one would be suspicious of the aunt/niece thing tomorrow. According to June, all this hesitation was exactly the problem. ‘Lizzie’ needed to get all this difficult energy out now, because it wasn’t long before they’d be doing it for real. At least Elizabeth was given some privacy to change. As if the pink PJs weren’t bad enough, June had also set out a pair of plain pink panties. The cheap cotton was nowhere near the quality of the underwear Elizabeth was used to wearing, though complaining about it would just prove her assistant’s point. It really wasn’t fair; there was no winning, and she could already feel her control slipping away now that she had been talked into this absurd idea. A minute or two later, June did the thing where she knocked while also opening the door before being given permission. “Ready for bed, Lizzie?” she asked. Elizabeth’s lips tightened in annoyance. They had so recently talked about the attitude thing and, since June had knocked, there wasn’t a good way to chastise her without it sounding immature. Between the wine and the non-stop frustrations of a long day, Elizabeth wasn’t exactly in an ideal headspace to argue much more anyway. “Yes,” she muttered. The truth was, Elizabeth was exhausted, to the point where not even ‘Lizzie’ got much of a reaction beyond the annoyed look on her face. “Yes, what?” June asked. Right. The newly red haired girl had forgotten about that little detail throughout the course of her shower and this latest round of being casually demeaned. “Yes, Aunt June,” she said, with a small huff. “Better, Lizzie,” she nodded, “Now, lie down so I can tuck you in.” Elizabeth wasn’t that much of a pushover. “June, no,” she flatly said. It was just now dawning on her that she and June hadn’t discussed the exact age that Elizabeth was supposed to be, or how old June’s real niece was. “I’m not a little girl.” “Yes. You are.” Crossing her arms, June gave the pink clad girl a stern look. “You’re my niece, and I’m in charge of you this weekend, Lizzie. We already agreed to all of this, and you promised that you would behave. Didn’t you . . . ?” “I- umm,” Elizabeth hesitated. Their conversation earlier had taken so many turns that she had completely lost track of what either party had actually said along the way, or the order in which they had discussed things. This had been mostly June’s idea, but Elizabeth had ultimately gotten on board due to her limited wardrobe options. Except she was pretty sure they hadn’t talked about anything beyond the day of the presentation. Right? While ‘practicing’ did make logical sense, there was only so much of that she could stomach. Before Elizabeth could stammer out much more, June said far more calmly and clearly, “A well behaved girl would go to bed at an appropriate hour. Now, I’m going to count to three. One . . . Two . . . ” At that, Elizabeth’s eyes widened. This kind of parental tactic had been used on her like a kid, much like it had at some point or another throughout the average person’s childhood. She never expected to be treated in such a way as an adult, yet it still ended up having the same psychological effect. “June, wait! That’s not-” Her protests fell on deaf ears, as the assistant kept counting. Despite knowing that June didn’t actually have any authority over her, Elizabeth ended up caving. After ‘two,’ she obediently sat down on the bed and awkwardly swung her legs onto the mattress. She was still sitting up, less in defiance and more to keep some semblance of maturity. Not that it helped very much in that regard. Giving a nod of approval, and pressing her advantage right away, June said, “All the way, Lizzie. Lie down, under the covers.” By contrast, Elizabeth was more at a disadvantage. She had already partially committed, which didn’t leave her much room to push back. It felt so wrong letting her assistant belittle her like this. Especially since Elizabeth would have gone to bed of her own volition within the next half hour if she had just been left alone. Being told to do something she was already going to do was the worst. However, all she could say was, “Yes, Aunt June.” Now that the ball was rolling with this niece idea, Elizabeth felt like there wasn’t much she could do except ride it out. Maybe some rest would give her the level headedness she needed to clarify what was and wasn’t appropriate before they left for the meeting tomorrow morning. Once her boss was fully horizontal, June stepped forward and helped her get the covers into place. And, just to add casual insult to injury, she leaned down and gave the girl’s forehead a peck. “Good night, Lizzie. Get some rest, okay? We have a big day tomorrow.” Just like the day before, Elizabeth was in for a rude awakening. Quite literally. “Lizzie. LIZZIE.” June’s voice was piercing, and she proceeded to grab Elizabeth’s shoulders in order to roughly jostle her from her slumber. Though it was a repeat of the previous morning in a few ways, there was far less respect coming from the girl who was supposed to be her subservient assistant. “Wake up, brat! You need to get up, now!” As if her body being shaken wasn’t bad enough, the overhead light was on as well. Elizabeth squinted and groaned as she was woken up in the least sensitive way possible. “W-what . . . ?” she mumbled. Sitting up and blinking a few times, her vision finally settled and she saw that June was standing above her. The young woman was wearing a business suit and looked fully put together; the ensemble was rounded out with a judgmental scowl on her face. June yanked the covers away, creating a wave of cold that more thoroughly woke the girl up. “You didn’t set an alarm, did you?! Lizzie, we need to leave in five minutes. I can’t believe you’re still in bed!” “But- my phone . . . I mean, I couldn’t?” Elizabeth sputtered out. Blushing from the sight of her body in the PJs she had forgotten about until the sudden lack of sheets reminded her of what she had put on before bed, she crossed her arms over her chest due to how her shivering was also slightly hardening her nipples. Without a bra, that would easily be seen through the thin top. “There’s a clock right there,” June pointed out, gesturing to the one on the bedside table that was provided by the hotel, “Guess that’s what happens when you rely on an assistant for literally everything. You don’t know how to do anything for yourself.” Elizabeth was taken aback by that, especially since she was still shaking off some of the grogginess that was lingering despite how she had been snapped out of her sleep. It was one thing for June to be patronizing due to the aunt/niece dynamic; it was something else entirely for this to turn into a commentary about their actual lives. Still clutching her smaller breasts, she took a breath and tried to lay down the law like she was used to doing back at the office. “June. Don’t-” “Get up, Lizzie! Your clothes are on the dresser. You’ve got sixty seconds, and then I’m coming back in to help with whatever you can’t manage on your own.” June swiveled on her heel and left the room, pointedly closing the door behind her after a stern reminder, “Oh, and it’s Aunt June.” It took Elizabeth a few seconds to process the parting words. She didn’t need help getting dressed! Except it was clear this had a lot more to do with speed than actual capabilities. Getting out of bed was a lot easier without the warmth of the comforter tempting her to stay, plus she was very much awake after all of that. Scrambling to take off the girly pajamas, without looking at what was waiting for her on the other side of the room, she scurried over to the clothes her assistant had mentioned. The shorts were dark pink. Not great, as Elizabeth really didn’t enjoy that color on herself in general, though at least more forgiving than a lighter hue. There was no time to hesitate. Better to have on a younger girl’s clothes than be caught in the plain underwear that was also borrowed. Elizabeth hastily pulled on the shorts, and only realized afterwards that there wasn’t a bra anywhere to be seen. Just a nude cami, as well as a white t-shirt. Once again, she realized there was no time. Being late to their pitch was unacceptable, and June had already proven to be overly ‘helpful’ the previous morning in terms of making sure they were punctual. Maybe Elizabeth could grab a bra on the way out, and change in the car? Her stuff couldn’t have gotten far; it still bothered her that her assistant had taken the suitcase away. June had a perfectly reasonable excuse, however, since the clothes belonged to her niece. For the time being, Elizabeth had to focus on getting dressed. She put on the loose undergarment, as it was better than nothing, then grabbed the tee and began pulling it on. “Ready, Lizzie?” True to her word, June let herself back in. A minute hadn’t been quite enough for Elizabeth to get changed. Sixty seconds to get up, strip down, and put on a whole new outfit? Not possible for a girl who was still reeling from being treated so differently than she was used to. “I guess not,” she sighed. June quickly crossed the room and placed her hands on the shirt, jerking it around as Elizabeth tried her best to get her limbs through the arm holes. It was so much more difficult when four arms were involved, rather than two. “June! Stop; I can do it myself!” she whined, “Just- give me a minute.” “I did give you a minute,” June pointed out, “And for the last time, it’s ‘Aunt June.’ Mess it up again, and you’re staying here.” As appealing as that was on some level, Elizabeth would absolutely not accept hiding away in their suite again. She had literally dyed her hair for this, and had suffered through so many patronizing moments. And it would not look good to their boss if June was the one who did the entire presentation herself. The whole point of this plan was to get credit for going above and beyond with this little disguise. Also, Elizabeth had been so fucking bored last night, as she had no technology around to entertain herself. When Elizabeth didn’t argue, June continued assisting until the tee was fully on, then made a point to fuss over it for a few seconds afterwards as well. “There. Now, what would a polite little girl say?” Flushing a bit, still thoroughly flustered from both the t-shirt and everything between that and when she was woken up, Elizabeth muttered, “Thank you . . . Aunt June.” “Good,” June nodded, “You sound just like a moody tween. Now, we still have to brush your teeth and fix that bed head of yours. Let’s go, Lizzie.” It was all too much, meaning Elizabeth was too overwhelmed to focus on a single part of it. She wasn’t trying to act like a younger girl, yet apparently that’s how it came across? It was a little embarrassing that June perceived it as getting into character, when that wasn’t actually the case. Elizabeth also hadn’t missed the ‘we’ part of the impending morning routine, nor the childish nickname. Honestly, the most frustrating thing was mostly the fact that June thought it was okay to play the role of ‘bossy aunt’ when it was just the two of them. Yes, it had been explained that practicing made more sense than diving in cold upon arrival, but still. Before Elizabeth could express her grievances or, more accurately, sort out which of them made sense to complain about, June placed her hand on the small of Elizabeth’s back and walked her towards the door that led out of the bedroom. The bathroom was their destination. As Elizabeth was nudged inside, she saw an unfamiliar purple toothbrush waiting for her, along with a small tube of kids’ bubblegum toothpaste. It belatedly dawned on her that she hadn’t brushed her teeth last night, as all her toiletries were back in the suitcase at June’s place. Not the end of the world to miss a single evening’s brush, yet also not ideal. Answering the question that hadn’t fully formed in Elizabeth’s mind yet, June said, “The hotel keeps stuff like this on hand for those that need it. You’re not the first kid to forget to pack her toothbrush.” Elizabeth blushed again. “I’m not a kid.” She immediately regretted saying it out loud. Obviously they both knew her real age, which only made the assertion sound immature. “Can’t I use your toothpaste?” “Mine’s in my room, Lizzie,” June said, “And every second counts. If we’re late because of you, and don’t land this client, I’ll make sure your boss knows who’s to blame.” First, oversleeping and accidentally leaving her clothes at June’s apartment. Then having a similar problem this morning. Elizabeth knew this wasn’t actually her fault, as a lot of it had to do with other variables. And again, she wanted to snap at her assistant for the audacity of threatening her. Except June had just reminded her of the time crunch, plus it was difficult to get in a word edgewise when ‘Aunt June’ was in charge. There was also the girl in the mirror. Elizabeth did a double take as she saw someone she barely recognized looking back at her. Unkempt red locks, no make-up, and an embarrassingly flat chest; the white tee also had a light pink butterfly on one side of the chest that she hadn’t noticed before. Elizabeth reluctantly started brushing her teeth with the flavored paste after recovering from the shock of just how youthful and different she looked, which is when June started brushing her hair. “Mmm!” she exclaimed, trying and failing to say that she could do it herself with a mouth full of pink foam. “Hush, Lizzie.” Punctuating the words by harshly pulling the brush through a knot, June said, “It’ll be faster if I do it, anyway.” Rather than a simple braid, like June had done yesterday morning, she separated Elizabeth’s hair out and pulled half of it up into what was clearly going to be one of two twintails. With wide eyes, Elizabeth let out another muffled whine, along with a small shake of her head. She couldn’t risk more than that when her hair was being handled. June just sighed. “For fuck’s sake, Lizzie. Yes, I’m putting your hair in an immature style. Because you are supposed to be my NIECE. The less you look like yourself, the better. You don’t want anyone remembering you after this, right?” Right. It was just Elizabeth’s instinct to avoid anything that made her look younger. After years of being so careful with her image, she definitely needed constant reminders of why this was necessary. At least she wasn’t going to suffer through pigtails; that would definitely be worse than the simple yet childish style she was about to be dealing with. Letting out a sigh of her own through her nose, Elizabeth continued brushing her teeth while June tied half her red locks up. The other side was done just as quickly and, after Elizabeth spit into the sink, she was met with an even less mature reflection. “Okay,” June said, “Your shoes are by the door. Go put them on while I grab my purse.” Elizabeth abandoned her idea of asking for a bra. Loathe as she was to admit it, a nearly flat chest lent itself well to the disguise they were going for. The good news was, she didn’t have to worry about a hard reset in terms of her dynamic with June. Since the admin girl would be fired within the next two weeks, Elizabeth could start fresh with a new assistant. June appeared just as Elizabeth was tying her second shoe, easily looking like the only professional adult between the two of them. “Let’s go, Lizzie,” she said, “Oh, and hold my hand. I don’t want you running off and getting lost.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 40 “Bye, Cassie! Pick you up later, okay?” It hadn’t been much of a discussion. Since going home was out of the question, Cassidy had reluctantly agreed to the other option. And her ‘babysitter’ was a girl that Cassidy vaguely knew from her high school days. It was one thing when it was someone like Margot, who didn’t know her and would never see her again. Being seen like this by Elena, however, was something else entirely. Cassidy watched helplessly as Audrey walked back to the car, although she didn’t have to watch her sister drive away. Elena stepped forward and positioned herself so she could place a hand on the small of Cassidy’s back. Giving a gentle yet assertive push, Elena said, “Come on inside, Cassie. Unless you want the whole world to see you in diapers?” That got her moving. As hesitant as she was about this whole idea, Cassidy still very much had to worry about her current appearance now that she was closer to home. The damage had already been done with Elena. The least Cassidy could do now was keep anyone else from finding out. She stepped through the threshold, still partially in disbelief that this was actually happening. That Audrey had dropped this on her at the very last second, when being in the car and heading home from the faire had given Cassidy hope that the mortifying day was almost over. “Don’t forget to take your shoes off,” Elena said, “Unless you need help with that?” “I’m fine,” Cassidy mumbled. She was embarrassed enough as it was; though Elena had apparently been instructed to treat her like a tween, Cassidy was going to do everything in her power to hold onto the maturity of the nineteen year old girl she actually was. Also, if Elena knelt down to untie Cassidy’s shoes, she would potentially notice the sag of the diapers from the new angle and/or the proximity. At the moment, Elena was under the impression that Cassidy’s padding was clean thanks to Audrey’s lies. Although . . . Cassidy was torn about whether or not she should speak up. Elena was going to figure it out sooner or later, and Cassidy very much wanted to be out of the disgusting underwear. At the same time, she was in the midst of trying to figure out how to prove to Elena that this whole set-up wasn’t as bad as it looked. Starting the babysitting job by asking for a change would instantly destroy whatever dignity Cassidy had left at this point. And what if Elena was the type to gossip? Cassidy had already sacrificed her social media accounts in the name of protecting her reputation. Surely suffering in dirty diapers for a little bit longer was a price she could pay as well. There was just one problem–if Elena followed through on ‘every thirty minute’ bathroom breaks she mentioned, then Cassidy was screwed. For the time being, Cassidy opted to say nothing. As for the bathroom trips, she’d have to come up with something over the next half hour. Of course, it would have been nice for someone else to take off her shoes for her. Cassidy winced in discomfort as she squatted down in the full diapers, as bending over felt like it would have been even more of a risk. Standing back up to slip them off after untying them, Cassidy placed her feet on the hardwood floor and realized that now she was even more undressed than before. Obviously socks and diapers weren't exactly that big of a change compared to what she had been wearing a minute ago, but her casual summer shoes had been the one part of her outfit all day that had been something she would wear under normal circumstances. “Hold my hand?” Elena asked. She offered hers to Cassidy with a casual yet subtly patronizing smile. Cassidy lightly blushed at the suggestion. “Umm . . . ” Now that she was fully topless again, as the wrap-around top was definitely still in the car with Audrey, Cassidy was pretty committed to cupping her bare breasts with her hands for the sake of modesty. “I’m okay?” she replied. Still feeling quite awkward about the fact that she was going to be staying at Elena’s house and having no idea how to interact with one of Audrey’s friends while diapered and constantly flustered, Cassidy’s rejection was way more polite and hesitant than it would normally be if someone was talking to her in such a way. Elena frowned. “I was really hoping we could get off on the right foot, Cassie. Believe it or not, a lot of girls like when I’m called to babysit them. Because as long as they behave, I’m pretty lax with everything else. So, I’m going to give you another chance. In fact, why don’t we start over?” Rotating her hand for more of a handshake than a patronizing hand-hold, Elena said, “Hey, Cassie. I’m Elena.” It was worse than her experience with Margot. Because unlike the girl working at the faire, Elena already knew Cassidy, and yet was still acting as if this was a run of the mill babysitting job. As if any teenage girl, regardless of age, would be dropped off wearing diapers and nothing else. But what else could Cassidy do but play along? Elena was going to be babysitting her either way. Between being treated like a difficult charge and a cooperative one, the latter was the only decent option when so much was working against her. “Cassie,” she muttered. Begrudgingly saying the childish nickname out loud, as it was entirely unclear how much her sister had told Elena ahead of time, Cassidy’s hands fidgeted a little as she glanced down at Elena’s. It didn’t feel like she would be able to get out of the mature greeting. So, after a second or two of weighing her limited options, Cassidy crossed her left arm over her chest to cover herself with just the one limb. Once she was certain there wasn’t an immediate risk of accidentally flashing the girl before her, Cassidy nervously took Elena’s hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, Cassie,” Elena said, “I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together! And I bet you’re eager to start your potty training, too.” That didn’t bode well. Trying her best to keep a straight face, Cassidy nodded and tried to change the subject, “Umm, when is Audrey coming back?” “Miss her already?” Elena giggled. In one fluid motion, she pivoted and switched to her other hand to grip Cassidy’s. By just adding one step, she had succeeded in getting to what she had suggested in the first place. “Don’t worry, she’ll be back before you know it! In the meantime, let’s get you settled in the kitchen. I’ve got some chores to tackle; you’ll have to sit at the table so I can keep an eye on you.” Before she knew it, Cassidy was being led down the hall as briskly as Audrey had dragged her around the faire by her hand earlier. And, just like before, it took most of her energy just to keep up due to the thick padding between her thighs that made it next to impossible to walk normally. The kitchen was only a few yards away, which made the hand holding feel that much more ridiculous. Keeping up the same overly friendly energy, Elena gestured to the table as they entered the room. “Here you go, Cassie,” she said, “All the crayons you could ever ask for!” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 28 ‘Because I’m not actually thirteen!’ The exclamation was on the tip of Amelia’s tongue, but she had enough sense to know that getting outwardly emotional would simply prove Ashley’s point. Maybe this was still some elaborate joke at her expense. The two eighteen year olds were clearly power tripping, since it had become clear that Amelia was relying on them to put an end to all this. Instead of going home and having dinner at her apartment, she was going to have to stay even longer and read the handbook. Was that going to be it? Or would they next insist that she needed to study? Amelia could imagine plenty of ways her predicament could be drawn out, especially since she had managed to bomb half the placement test and subsequently somehow got in trouble all afternoon despite just trying to keep her head down and survive the day. No matter what, one thing was certain–she had to act like none of this bothered her. That tended to take the fun out of things for most young women who liked to play games. “You know why I’m different,” Amelia said, as flatly as she was able without sounding like a bitch about it, “And fine, I’ll read the handbook.” Ashley just smiled. “Cover to cover.” It took a conscious effort not to groan. Plenty of authority figures, administrators and prefects alike, had gone over the ‘proper girl’ thing. “Yes, Ashley,” Amelia replied, “I’ll read the handbook cover to cover.” “Good. Claire, you have snacks stashed away in your prefect suite, right? I don’t think little Millie will have time for dinner tonight. And I doubt she even wants to go to the dining hall, anyway. Ashley was correct. “Of course!” Claire hopped up. She turned towards Amelia to explain, “As you’ll read, meals have to be eaten in the dining hall. Certain snacks are permitted, however, for both prefects and students. Ask nicely, and I can go get you something!” Just like so many times before, Amelia chose the path of least resistance. Being dismissive towards Ashley’s friend wasn’t going to get her anywhere, especially since Claire was a prefect who could easily write up an infraction that any of her fellow prefects would believe. “Ms. Claire, can you please get me something to eat?” Amelia asked. She said it with a demure smile and warm tone that simultaneously want to gag and roll her eyes. ‘Happy, brats?’ “Better,” Claire nodded, “We’ll make a proper Westridge girl out of you yet.” She slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Amelia with the dark haired girl who started this whole thing. Similar to the way Claire barely reacted to Amelia’s over the top reaction, Ashley didn’t have much to say about it either. “Hop to it, Millie,” she said. She gestured towards the desk while picking up her binder again, to supervise while simultaneously doing some studying of her own. Once again holding back a sigh, Amelia walked over to the desk and sat down to get started on the demeaning and completely unnecessary task. Even as a teacher at the private school, she assumed she’d only need to know whatever sections were pertinent to the classroom. The rest would be for the prefects and administrators who handled dorm life and other things. And, while she would normally skim through the whole thing, there was a good chance Ashley would quiz her at the end. The first section included a code of conduct followed by some cringeworthy statements about Westridge girls, the very same thing Claire had just called her. “Westridge girls are polite and respectful to their teachers, to their prefects, and to each other.” “Westridge girls strive for academic excellence.” Maybe it’s because she wasn’t actually a student, but the whole thing read so typically ‘teenager.’ Despite how the academy was regarded pretty highly, the format wasn’t so different from some of the stuff Amelia had seen throughout her public school experience growing up. Solid branding, she noted, with the constant repetition of the private school’s name. When she turned the page, her previous thoughts were immediately countered. Amelia’s experience growing up had mostly been ‘dress appropriately.’ As long as girls didn’t show too much thigh and/or cleavage, they could wear whatever they want. That definitely wasn’t the case here. The handbook started out describing the uniform that Amelia was more than familiar with at that point. The green plaid skirt and matching tie, white blouse, and black sock/shoe combination. There was an asterisk for the intermediate grades at the bottom that mentioned the required flats Ashley had her change into earlier. Once she got past the familiar stuff, Amelia found herself more and more surprised at just how many rules there were, especially for the younger girls. No make-up, which she had learned earlier in the form of an infraction. Hair could only be braided in a regular pattern, or held with simple bobby pins or hair ties. Piercings could only be located in the earlobe, and jewelry needed to be both simple and understated. Rings were not permitted, period, though advanced grade girls had a few limited options once they were of appropriate age. The more she read, the more Amelia wished she had a friend around so she could talk about how this book clearly must have been written over a century ago by fucking nuns or something. But the only girl with her at the moment was Ashley, and the devious girl would no doubt jump at any opportunity to get on her case. So Amelia remained quiet and pressed on. It wasn’t a huge surprise that there were specifications when it came to underwear, considering how many other ways Westridge girls had to conform to the boarding school image that seemed to only offer the slightest bit of individuality in terms of accessorizing beyond the matching uniforms. Full cut cotton underwear in white or nude was the only acceptable option, with matching bras being required for said colors. Camisoles were also acceptable. Amelia couldn’t help but wonder how many students broke that particular rule on a daily basis. It’s not like anyone would check. She was actually mostly adhering to the undergarment dress code, as she had worn a matching plain nude set with her professional outfit that morning. However, the thong she had on definitely wasn’t full cut. While no one would see that as long as she sat properly, Amelia was still a rule follower, and didn’t love that she was breaking one despite how said rules shouldn’t actually apply to her. The uniform section transitioned into hygiene, which was about when Amelia started skimming past the obvious stuff. From an authority standpoint, it made sense, as listing everything in the handbook gave prefects excuses to discipline girls who didn’t take this stuff seriously. But as someone who took her morning routine quite seriously, Amelia didn’t need to read too deeply into that. The only part that stood out to her was how students were to avoid excessive perfumes and hairsprays that would bother other girls. There were enough of those out there that teachers and prefects reserved the right to make the final call. Amelia kept reading. There was a whole page detailing politeness and respect, per the statement about Westridge girls at the beginning. There were rules about when and where students were allowed to be places or not be places, as well as a curfew that shifted based on both age and day of the week. There was even a section on acceptable school supplies, as binders and such needed to either be distributed by the school or be approved for comparable ones. So many fucking rules. It was getting difficult not to gloss over each page, as the core principle was the same–uniformity. The school was prestigious for a reason, after all. While the majority of students attended because they were rich and going there would open as many doors for them as Amelia planned on getting for herself, there was a good portion of girls who were sent there to be reformed. In a way, it was good for them. Instead of being left behind, like most systems would do without admitting they were doing it, the girls that were shipped off to Westridge were still taken care of academically. But, of course, at the cost of their rebellious individuality. That was the problem Amelia had been facing all day. Everyone thought she was one of those girls, when in truth she was the total opposite. While the handbook rules were still quite suffocating, she definitely would have preferred attending Westridge as her proper, straight-A self. “Ashley?” Amelia said. Quiet as it was, her own voice surprised her a little bit. The only sounds for quite some time had been the turning of pages as well as the occasional shifting on the bed behind her as the dark haired girl changed positions while she studied. “I’m done.” “Hmm,” Ashley barely glanced up from her binder, “Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘Ms. Ashley?’ That would be more respectful.” So there was going to be a quiz. Either that, or Ashley was just enjoying herself. One way or another, Amelia armed herself with all the knowledge she had just packed into her mind in a single sitting. There was a good chance half of it was going to be gone within a few hours. Cramming was only a viable study tactic in the short term, and something she never did personally. “No, Ashley,” Amelia said. Still following the proper response drilled into her earlier by Ms. Song, she said, “It’s only ‘Ms.’ and ‘Mrs.’ for prefects, teachers, and administrators.” Ashley raised an eyebrow, “But I’m your elder.” “That doesn’t matter. We’re both students.” For a fleeting moment, she almost fell for it. But something like that would have stood out, plus it didn’t make sense. The handbook was absurdly rigid, but it was at least consistent. The hierarchy was students/prefects/teachers/administrators. While there was obviously an unspoken version of that at every school in terms of older girls getting their way, there was nothing official in terms of titles or showing extra respect to girls in the advanced grades. “You’re no fun. Okay, Millie. Can you tell me when your curfew is?” “In my dorm building by 8:30, in my room by 9:30.” “And the exceptions?” “Friday and Saturday, or if I’m getting back late from an extracurricular or a school sponsored event.” “Very good. And what about quiet hours?” Amelia answered question after question. She didn’t have all the answers locked and loaded, but managed to remember what she needed to mostly due to Ashley’s quiz prompting her memory. There was no way Amelia could have listed off all the things that Westridge girls were supposed to be, but she could at least handle the things Ashley was throwing at her. Eventually, Ashley circled back to her earliest question. “So you need to be in your dorm building by 8:30, yes?” “Yes,” Amelia nodded. “Then you’re running out of time,” Ashley smirked, “It’s almost 7:30, and we still have so much to do. At this rate, you might have to spend the night . . . ” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (55+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 25 As annoying as the parental phrases were to hear from one of Paige’s friends, I still wasn’t in a place where I could push back very easily. I had already come so far; what was a little more? I reluctantly closed my eyes. Objectively, it didn’t change that much. Since I was already more or less at the girls’ mercy, losing my sight wouldn’t give them any more opportunities than they already had. They all knew that I wanted my ID, and I’d suffer through a decent amount of snowballing and sunk cost fallacy to get it. Of course, it was difficult to think logically when I heard a bit of movement in the darkness beyond my eyelids. I had no idea what any of them were up to, and I braced myself to snap my eyes back open if I felt or heard one of the girls getting too close to me. Just because I had sacrificed a lot didn’t mean that I would do anything for my driver’s license. For whatever reason, I projected the thought of one of the girls sneaking up to kiss me, which would not be okay. Probably because the five of them had played Truth or Dare in the middle of the living room at a previous sleepover Paige hosted, and that had been a dare I overheard while making dinner. Shortly afterwards, I had locked myself into my room and put on headphones, as I had not been interested in eavesdropping on their not particularly quiet game. I had never kissed a girl, nor did I plan to, and the last thing I needed was for one of Paige’s friends to spring that unwanted experience on me. Apparently I was too far in my own head about Violet’s directive and what it might lead to, as it ended up being far more tame than the daunting worries I had given myself. In less than a minute, Violet gave me another nudge, “Okay, Miley. You can open them again.” I did so right away. Even under normal circumstances, I hated surprises; that went doubly for the antics these girls were capable of getting up to. It took me a few moments to figure out what was different. All four of them were exactly where they had been before, and there wasn’t anything new that had been added to the table. Then I noticed Annika, and the distinctly empty seat next to her. Not from Paige’s absence, but due to the fact that all my cut up lingerie was gone, as well as the bag the undergarments had been stashed in before the expensive cutting became part of the evening’s activities. Following my gaze, Annika crossed one leg over the other and gave me a smile. “In case you decide to whine about us to your babysitter. Trust me, you won’t find them without our help.” Well, okay. She could have just gone upstairs and hidden my ruined bras and underwear in countless places, particularly in Paige’s room. Although that would have spared me the whole ‘close your eyes’ thing, which admittedly put me on edge. If she and Violet were trying to keep me a little bit nervous and jumpy, they had succeeded. Though I had begrudgingly accepted that the damage was done where my undergarments were involved, that didn’t mean that the girls couldn’t mess with me in other ways. “What’s your name, again?” Violet asked. As if she hadn’t repeated it enough personally, on top of the rest of them committing to the false name as well. Saying what she wanted, but without a trace of emotion in the words, I answered, “Miley.” From across the room, Paige scoffed from the base of the stairs. “Your voice is as flat as your chest, little sis.” One of her arms was full of soda cans, and her opposite hand held a plate full of cookies and brownies. “Almost like you’re an angsty middle schooler, or something. Crazy.” Moving right past the casually rude comment, she came back over and got Annika’s help to set everything down wherever there was space around the finished board game that was still out. “Well, Miley, you’ve been a good sport tonight.” She sat back down next to the blonde and took a sip of her new drink before going on, “And while I’m sure we’d all love for you to stay and play some more games, I’m a girl of my word. I did offer a trade for your license, right?” She did. Although simply giving me the ID would be way more fair, considering what I had already ‘traded’ to get it back. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the deal. I had personally cut up the majority of my bras myself, just to hear what she had in mind. And now that she wasn’t stalling any more on that front, I almost didn’t want to hear the offer. Because knowing Paige, and the leverage she had on me thanks to my mistaken identity, whatever she was planning wasn’t going to be fun. Except I couldn’t back down. I was so close. “Yes,” I simply said. She was fishing for me to ask, and I wasn’t going to take the bait. It was a little bit petty in the grand scheme of things, but she had also had more than enough amusement at my expense. Her tiny sigh of annoyance proved that I was right, but she didn’t seem to dwell on it for very long. Instead, she smirked and held out her hand to Annika. “Already? But I was just getting used to it,” the blonde huffed, “Fine, whatever. It’s too small for me, anyway!” She reached behind her and up the back of her shirt, and I realized a second later that she was undoing her bra. Annika slipped one arm into her top; she was clearly adept at the under-the-clothes kind of stripping, as it didn’t take her very long to remove one strap and get her arm back out. Instead of mirroring the action with the other, she merely stuck the same hand into the opposite sleeve and retrieved her bra by pulling it out by the remaining strap. Except it wasn’t Annika’s bra. She had been wearing MY bra! I instantly recognized the dark green lace, and immediately connected the dots that she must have done that on top of hiding my destroyed undergarments while my eyes were closed. Her boobs were easily a size or two larger than mine, so there’s no way my bra would comfortably fit her, but it’s also not like I had any reason to focus on her chest over the last few minutes. If she had been squished a little by the tight undergarment, I wouldn’t have noticed. Grinning at my shocked silence, Paige then reached into her own tank top. She procured my driver’s license from her cleavage, holding it up so I could see that it was the same one she had shoved into her bra earlier right in front of me. “It’s easy, Miley. Your bra, or your license?” Annika held up my favorite bra by half the band, dangling it just like she had done with most of the others to showcase them to both me and the girls in the circle. I still wasn’t over the audacity of the fact that she had been wearing it, but she and Paige were already moving past that. “It’s pretty, for sure,” Annika commented, “Would be a shame to cut it up into little pieces.” “What do you think, sis?” Paige asked, “I could cut up your license instead. I’m sure you and Noelle will have tons of fun this weekend. She’s staying until Monday morning, you know!” I was speechless. What kind of choice was this?! I had chosen my green bra over pretty much all my other bras, and gone out of my way to keep it from being ruined. And after all everything, Paige was going to make me lose it anyway? Because, as much as I hated to admit it, the answer was a no-brainer. I needed my ID. A few hours of this had been mortifying enough, but apparently Miley’s parents were out of town for the whole weekend. Noelle thought I was her, and Paige was fully backing up that mistake. That would mean two more full days of being ‘Miley,’ and having a babysitter who didn’t trust me in the slightest, unless I could figure out some way to get out of the house without Noelle catching me. The only surefire way to show her that I was Alyssa right here and now was to hand her my state issued driver’s license. If I didn’t, I was going to bed as ‘Miley’ and starting the following morning with a babysitter and a smirking sister who would enjoy every second of it. But my amazing bra . . . If I had been given this decision at the very beginning, it might have been easier. Losing my favorite on top of basically my entire collection, however, was a lot. Belatedly finding my voice, I tried to argue, “You can’t-” “Choose, Miley. No tricks, I promise,” Paige said, “When you cut up one, you can have the other.” “But if you don’t choose, we’re going to cut up both,” Annika added, “What do you think, Paige? Should we put a clock on her?” “Of course! Five seconds should be plenty for little Miley. Four seconds. Three. Two . . . ” “My driver’s license!!” I exclaimed at the last second. Literally. I hadn’t expected such an immediate pressure to make a choice, but I knew that my sister would jump at the opportunity to take away the prize I had worked so hard for. “What about your license, sis? Do you want to have it, or do you want to cut it up? You should really be more specific, although I guess we can only expect so much from a thirteen year old.” Trying my best to ignore the persistent needling, I muttered, “I want my license.” Annika gave the dangling bra a small shake, “So . . . ” “What else do you want, Miley?” Paige asked, “You have to say it, or it doesn’t count.” Speaking of giving her the satisfaction. Only this time, there was very little I could do to avoid it. She and Annika were still primed to permanently destroy both if I did anything but play along. So, averting my gaze from my favorite bra, I muttered, “I want to cut up my bra.” “Then what are you waiting for, sis?” Paige giggled, “Hop to it! Annika? Be a dear.” “Lazy bitch. You just don’t want to get up.” Annika rolled her eyes with a small giggle of her own. Still, she did what my sister implied. After retrieving the nearby scissors, the blonde brought over both the bra and the blades so I could do the dirty work myself. Again. “Have fun!” Annika smiled, giving my head a pat before returning to her seat. Finally turning my attention to the dark green lace in my hands, I quietly exhaled. I was really about to do this. I was going to ruin my precious bra, all for something that was supposed to be mine to begin with. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

For the time being, I'm considering the story complete. Only because it already ended up a lot longer than originally outlined, and I don't want too many 'forever stories' out there, even if I could easily keep writing for so many of them. --------------------- Part 39 It didn’t take much for Audrey to talk Cassidy out of the car. The alternative was Audrey getting back behind the wheel and driving them straight home. Now that she had informed Cassidy that one of their parents was around, the diapered girl was quick to reject that idea when it looked like her sister was ready to close the car door and follow through on her suggestion. Cassidy wasn’t sure which was worse–wearing diapers, or being nearly naked outside the padded underwear. It was one thing walking around like that earlier, as she had the saving grace that they most likely weren’t going to run into anyone that they knew. This was different. Not only because of Elena, who was a whole problem by herself, but also the fact that this neighborhood was dangerously close to their own. What if someone that knew Cassidy drove by and recognized her? That’s what got her moving more than anything else. As much as she hated the idea of one of Audrey’s friends seeing her like this, this detour was officially happening now that Cassidy was standing in the driveway rather than in the safety of the back seat. Getting inside was suddenly a priority, rather than something she was resisting. Although Cassidy had taken the first few steps towards the stone path by herself, Audrey was quick to take her hand anyway. As if Cassidy was going to get lost or wander off despite how straightforward this was compared to the hustle and bustle of the Renaissance Faire. Or maybe Audrey was just making sure her sister wasn’t going to get cold feet and retreat to the car at the last second. Either way, she walked the girl all the way to the front door and wasted no time in ringing the bell. Each second that went by felt like an eternity. Cassidy kept waiting to wake up, or for Audrey to change her mind and take her back to the car. Maybe Elena wouldn’t be home. A stupid thought, as Audrey had likely texted ahead, although Cassidy was in a place where just about any hopeful thought was worth reaching for. Of course, none of that happened. Not that Cassidy had really expected it to. “Coming!” an adolescent voice called to them from somewhere inside. A few seconds later, a vaguely familiar short-haired girl around Audrey’s age swung the door open. “Hey, Audrey!” she smiled, giving her a quick once over, “Nice costume.” Her friend was wearing shorts and a tank top, which was a much more standard summer outfit. Coming back to the real world was always a little bit jarring, which is why Audrey and Cassidy usually drove right back to the house without making any stops along the way. “And hey, Cassie,” she turned towards the smaller sister, glancing at the diapers and her otherwise naked body, “Nice . . . bangs?” she said. Still covering her boobs with both hands, Cassidy blushed at how obviously it was that Elena was struggling to find a compliment when Cassidy looked how she did. Cassidy still hadn’t forgiven Audrey for the haircut she had given her with no warning. It was the least of Cassidy’s worries at the moment, although she was thinking about it all over again now that Elena had drawn attention to the immature style. “She’s been leaning into the whole ‘cute’ thing recently,” Audrey said, “I think she’s finally accepted that she’s done growing. So from now on, Cassie isn’t going to wear bras or panties. Only diapers, at least until she stops having accidents.” “And you said I should babysit her as if she’s twelve?” Elena asked. “Mm hmm.” Audrey let go of Cassidy’s hand and stepped behind her. Placing her hands on the diapered girl’s shoulders, she said, “She’s been acting like an immature little girl all day. Freaking out over nothing, whining about everything. We were literally in line for the bathroom, and she ended up wetting herself instead of holding it for a few more minutes. So, yeah. If she’s going to behave like a tween, she’s going to be treated like one.” “Works for me. And what about her diapers? I have pretty much every size for my babysitting gigs, unless you have something specific for her instead.” “Nothing specific, although go for something thicker if you can. She totally soaked the diapers she was wearing earlier. Not sure how, honestly. She’s so tiny!” Because Cassidy had been holding it for forever at that point. Trying to get a word in edgewise as they discussed her right in front of her face, she started to say, “It’s not like-” “Hush, Cassie. The big girls are talking,” Audrey said, “Anyway, do you have any questions for me? Hopefully she won’t be too difficult. She was just changed into fresh diapers before the drive, and she hasn’t had anything to drink recently.” “I think I’m all set,” Elena replied, “I’ll take her to the bathroom every half hour anyway, just in case.” Wait, was Audrey dropping Cassidy off?! The dots were only just starting to connect. Cassidy had been under the impression this was going to be an unwanted stop on the way home, because that’s all that Audrey had said in the car. But if Audrey and Elena were talking like that . . . “Sounds good. Thanks for doing this at the last minute, by the way!” Audrey nudged Cassidy forward by her shoulders, “And I’m totally not expecting a discount or anything. Full price is fine! Whatever you’re charging these days.” “Perfect,” Elena said, “Well, Cassie? Come on in.” Cassidy took a few steps forward. Partially because she was being pushed in that direction by her sister, and also since she hadn’t been loving the fact that they were lingering on the front porch instead of heading inside and out of sight. However, once she made it past the threshold, she turned around and looked at Audrey in total confusion. “Wait, what are you-” “I have errands to run, little Cassie! And we talked about this, remember? Do you want our parents to see you like this? Or would you rather stay with your babysitter for a little while?” But- but this was the same no-win decision as before. Only worse. Instead of simply letting Elena see her like this, Cassidy was going to stay with her? Why? And for how long? She had so many questions, and wasn’t sure how to ask Audrey any of them. Looking back and forth between the two girls, Cassidy knew that the latter option was objectively better. And yet, at the same time, she was still processing this latest twist in the humiliating day that refused to end. “You can’t- you can’t just leave me here!” Cassidy eventually blurted out. The actual delivery of the protest sounded a lot more childish than she expected. “Answer the question, sis,” Audrey said, “Parents, or babysitter. If you really want to go home, we can.” That wasn’t a realistic option, and they both knew it. And since Audrey was driving, there wasn’t a lot of wiggle room in terms of alternative destinations. It was also starting to dawn on Cassidy that there wasn’t a single other acceptable place she could think of; not while she was topless. Loathe as she was to admit it, killing time at someone else’s house wasn’t the worst idea. The problem was, Audrey was just pawning her off again. Also, Elena had been told that Cassidy’s diapers were clean. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 38 “I’m sorry for having multiple accidents in my diapers, and for acting, umm, like an immature little girl all day long.” Cassidy didn’t quite make it through the embarrassing apology without faltering a little bit. Mostly because it was quite the mouthful, and it took her a moment to think of the second half after getting past the first. Of course, Audrey had a way to make things worse. She pulled out her phone and trained it on the diapered girl buckled into the back seat. “Good. Now say it for the camera, and we’ll be done.” “But-” “Cassie. Do you want to leave, or do you want to sit in the hot car for another hour?” The car was pretty warm after sitting in the sun all day. Cassidy had been thoroughly distracted by the dirty diapers followed by Audrey’s cleavage and subsequent demand for an apology. Now that her sister pointed out the heat, however, Cassidy felt it more than before. The open door provided some ventilation, but the AC would be much better. Still, she had to try one more time. As close as they were to getting on the road, a video like that would be so incriminating than the picture Audrey had just taken. “Audrey, can’t we just go? I don’t want-” “Cassidy.” It was the first time Audrey had used her full name in hours, and it was surprisingly effective at getting her attention. “Be a big girl for once, okay? Just say it. Now, please.” Audrey was her younger sister. Although clearly age wasn’t the only factor, considering who else had bossed Cassidy around today. This situation was very much the same, where getting talked down to made her feel pressured to do as she was told in order to avoid looking worse. Even if she had just been thinking about how it was a terrible idea to offer up this kind of ammo to her sister. Blushing darker than before, Cassidy muttered the full apology. That wasn’t good enough for Audrey. “Speak clearly, Cassie,” she said, “Now, did you have something to say?” Clutching her chest more tightly than before, both because she was feeling particularly exposed and vulnerable when on camera, as well as to make sure that her boobs were completely concealed, Cassidy said more audibly, ““I’m sorry for having multiple accidents in my diapers, and for acting like an immature little girl all day long.” Audrey let the silence linger for a few seconds, to be sure that she caught the end of the apology on video. The added bonus was the way Cassidy averted her gaze afterwards, making her look a lot more shy and awkward than she normally was. With another little smirk, Audrey stopped the recording. “Good job, Cassie. Now, sit back there and think about what you could have done differently today.” With that, she gently closed the back door and got into the driver’s seat. The drive back felt a lot longer than the initial trip to the faire. It was just under thirty minutes, but each of those minutes felt like an eternity when naked save for dirty diapers. The mess itself was bad enough, and that was before dealing with the fact that Audrey’s little sedan was shorter than a lot of other vehicles. While most of those drivers and passengers would be focused on the road, that didn’t stop Cassidy from constantly worrying about her exposure. Her arms never left her breasts, and she just had to accept that anyone might see her underwear situation due to how she couldn’t cover everything. Better to aim for modesty, even if diapers were mortifying in their own way. She was briefly tempted to ask Audrey to stop somewhere. While their parents wouldn’t be home yet, that didn’t protect Cassidy from people she and her family knew from potentially seeing her as they got closer to the house. Every stop sign and red light would be a risk. The problem was, Cassidy was nearly naked. That meant Audrey would be going in alone, and she still had Cassidy’s wallet. Getting her sister to pay her back for all the renaissance faire purchases was already going to be like pulling teeth, and another shopping spree would just compile to that task on the horizon. Plus Cassidy was still quite motivated to simply get home and shower. That was the quickest way to get things back to normal; she’d have to deal with the potential blackmail and minor financial crisis later. Cassidy was so caught up in her own thoughts and overall discomfort that she wasn’t paying much attention to the drive. It wasn’t until they were getting off the highway at a less familiar exit that she glanced around in curiosity. She didn’t say anything for another few minutes, as it easily could have been a detour that Audrey was taking to avoid traffic that Cassidy hadn’t seen. They also hadn’t said a word to each other all drive, as Audrey had been content listening to her music as she chauffeused Cassidy home. When they turned into a neighborhood that definitely wasn’t a shortcut back to theirs, however, Cassidy finally piped up. “Umm, Audrey? Where are you going?” “We just have a quick stop to make,” Audrey said, “Relax, sis.” “Yeah, but-” “We’ve talked about this. You need to stop freaking out over nothing, remember? It’s not an attractive trait to have!” Cassidy fell quiet again. It’s not like she could do anything to prevent Audrey from taking the unexpected detour. Her sister was the one driving, and Cassidy was the one in the back seat and merely along for the ride. A couple minutes later, they were pulling into the driveway of someone else’s house. That was enough to make Cassidy pipe up for a second time. “Audrey!” “Cassie!” Audrey replied, in a mockingly shrill tone. She turned off the ignition and got out of the car without any hesitation. Then, to Cassidy’s surprise, Audrey came over and opened the back door. “You’re coming, too. Let’s go.” Cassidy’s eyes were already a little wide from how the car door was no longer hiding her from a portion of the neighborhood they were in. But actually getting out as she was? Absolutely not. Immediately shaking her head, Cassidy said, “No. I’m not wearing anything!” “And you don’t have anything to hide,” Audrey rolled her eyes, “Believe it or not, sis, I’m trying to help you. Our dad came home early for something. So do you still want to go there, or would you rather stop by my friend’s place first?” Was ‘neither’ an option? As helpful as Audrey was claiming that she was trying to be, Cassidy couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t mentioned the latest complication until she absolutely had to. If Cassidy had known earlier, maybe she would have actually pushed for a stop along the way. Ignoring the jab about her smaller chest, Cassidy asked, “What friend?” “Elena,” Audrey said, without missing a beat, “And she used to babysit, by the way. Your diapers won’t be a big deal.” Cassidy somewhat recognized the name, but she hadn’t spent much time with Audrey’s friends when they had both been in high school. Also, changing diapers as a babysitter wasn’t quite the same as seeing a girl Cassidy’s age in them. As badly as she wanted to change, the thought of getting out of the car and letting someone else see her like this was paralyzing. Wasn’t there another option? ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 37 It took Cassidy what felt like forever to find Audrey’s car. Since Audrey had been the one who drove, Cassidy had only been paying so much attention when they had parked. Although sharing the responsibility of keeping track of the spot was what most people would do, Cassidy had been a bit distracted earlier by the fairy costume she was wearing. Particularly the wings, both on the drive over where her careful posture was concerned, as well as the effort it took to get out of the car when they arrived. Now she was wishing for the leotard and wings back, as that would be a considerable upgrade to her current getup. The longer they circled the parking lot, the more uncomfortable her diapers felt. While there weren’t really any people around to see her bulky underwear that was blatantly on display, Cassidy was longing for a shower and some clean underwear. Every step in the sagging padding was a fresh reminder of the mess she had made, and all because a thirteen year old girl coerced her to. At some point, Cassidy asked if Audrey remembered where they had parked, or if she could use the lock button on the keys to give them a direction. Audrey just dismissively waved her off, insisting that this built character. Also, they would both still be at the faire right now if Cassidy had just behaved and stood up for herself. Instead, she let herself get bullied and bossed around by a small group of middle schoolers. “If you’re going to act like an immature twelve year old, you’re going to be treated like one.” With that, Audrey gave a firm slap to Cassidy’s padded rear and told her to keep moving. Cassidy eventually spotted Audrey’s car in a vaguely familiar area. However, her sister wasn’t quite done having fun at her expense. Instead of unlocking it right away, she smirked and held out her hand. “I need your top, Cassie. It’ll be easier if I put it with the rest of the stuff I bought.” As badly as Cassidy wanted to be safely in the car and out of sight, as well as on the way home, she didn’t love that suggestion. Obviously. It was the only thing keeping her chest covered. Of course, there was no fighting Audrey at this point. It was impossible to combat her ‘logic’ when Cassidy was so busy worrying about everything else at the same time. After a bit of back and forth, Cassidy reluctantly unwrapped the top and immediately cupped her breasts when Audrey pulled the pink fabric away. Once Audrey had put her collection from the various shops in the trunk, she opened one of the rear doors for Cassidy. “Diapered little girls sit in the back!” she proclaimed, “What are you waiting for, Cassie? Get in.” Cassidy was far less inclined to argue this time around. There were a couple others in the makeshift field parking lot, either arriving late or leaving early, and she was nearly naked in broad daylight all over again. Without wasting any time, she climbed into the back seat. Unfortunately, her focus on getting out of sight and closer to her goal of getting home temporarily made her forget about the mortifying complications that came with wearing diapers. Cassidy gasped as she sat right in the mess. It was so gross, and a completely different kind of discomfort than walking around in the used padding. “Comfortable?” Audrey giggled. Without missing a beat, she reached over and grabbed the seat belt. Her boobs were right in Cassidy’s face for a second, and more pronounced than usual in the corset. Thankfully for Cassidy, the awkwardness didn’t last too long. Audrey was quick to pull the seat belt over the topless girl’s torso and click it into place. “There you go,” she said, “Honestly, sis, I’ve been wanting to give you a girly makeover for years. If I knew you would make it this easy, I would have done it forever ago!” Of course, the initial concept had been more about leaning into Cassidy’s petite frame. Diapers had never been on her radar, but it was certainly an amusing turn now that it had happened. “Now, how about a smile?” In a flash, Audrey stepped back and snapped a picture. Finally finding her voice after the series of awkward/uncomfortable moments, Cassidy exclaimed, “No!” But it was way too late. While her boobs were still very much covered by her hands, the diapers and the rest of her bare body were perfectly captured on camera. “Cute,” Audrey said. She glanced at the photo for a moment with an idle smile on her face, “It’s actually better without a smile. You look so shy and adorable. Now, just one last thing. I want you to apologize for being such a difficult little girl all day.” That gave Cassidy pause. Because it was SO backwards. If anything, Audrey should be apologizing to Cassidy for putting her through all this. Expecting an apology was beyond insulting and, even though Cassidy wanted nothing more than for this humiliating day to be over, she protested the latest request. “No!” she objected, although her voice wasn’t quite as stern as she was aiming for. It was difficult to be the older sister under her current circumstances. “This was all your fault, Audrey. Not mine!” Audrey just scoffed. “Really? So, remind me . . . why am I the reason you’re sitting in shitty diapers?” “Because- because . . .” Cassidy hesitated. It was impossible to put it into words. Audrey had done plenty, and implied/admitted multiple times that her intention had been to embarrass her sister. The costume. The delay that led to Cassidy wetting herself. Putting her into daycare, which then snowballed into everything else. But trying to put all that into a cohesive string of thoughts while offsetting the blame for herself at the same time was a difficult task to achieve at the drop of a dime. “I’ll make it easy for you,” Audrey said, when Cassidy failed to come up with a good answer right away, “Give me a proper apology, and I’ll keep this picture to myself. Fair?” It was the perfect thing to put Cassidy back into cooperative mode. While Audrey had come up with a way to mitigate Quinn’s blackmail, that didn’t fully save her. Cassidy was still in diapers, and Audrey had the evidence to back it up. Keeping all this from the world outside the faire was still a huge priority. “Fine. I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I said a proper apology, Cassie,” Audrey replied, “How about you start with the multiple accidents you’ve had in your diapers?” Cassidy actually would have preferred the ridiculous apology she made to Quinn and company. Hiding her boobs was a less embarrassing transgression than having a daytime ‘accident’ at her age. Still, it felt like she didn’t have any other choice. “I’m sorry for the multiple accidents,” Cassidy reluctantly said. After Audrey corrected her, she clarified with, “I’m sorry for having multiple accidents in my diapers.” Satisfied, Audrey gave a small nod. “And how you’ve been acting like an immature little girl all day long?” “I’m sorry for acting like an immature little girl all day long,” Cassidy echoed. Trying her very best to stay in older sister mode, she figured it was easier to repeat the apology word for word to make it mean less. “Glad you’re finally owning up to it,” Audrey replied, “Now, can you manage the whole thing? Or is your memory as weak as your bladder?” Cassidy blushed, but she reluctantly said what Audrey was asking of her. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 36 Cassidy didn’t love the start of Audrey’s idea. It involved leaving her alone in nothing but diapers. There was very little room for Cassidy to argue, however. What was the alternative, after all? Without clothes, it’s not like Cassidy could follow without immediately drawing attention to herself and her mortifying state of undress. And, as bad as it was that Audrey had seen her like this and was aware of the literal mess she was stuck in, it was objectively better than someone else finding her first. But just barely. Since Audrey was still holding onto Cassidy’s phone, the nearly naked girl was once again in a situation where she had no idea how much time had passed since Audrey left. All she could do was stand around with her arms clutched around her chest, praying that no one on the other side of the vendor tents would notice her back there. It was a miracle she had found an area with multiple closed-back shops, as plenty of them preferred the aesthetic and ventilation that came with more open styles. After what had been at least five minutes, but very well could have been twenty, Audrey returned. Cassidy jumped a bit at her appearance before realizing who it was. “Relax, Cassie,” Audrey giggled, “It’s just me. Besides, you don’t really have anything to hide. Well, your diapers, I guess.” Of course, Cassidy was covering her more important half, and didn’t appreciate yet another jab regarding her body. However, she still needed Audrey’s help. Plus her brat of a sister still had the means to strand her here if she wanted to. So Cassidy settled on saying nothing, as a middle ground between not arguing and not validating the casually rude observation with a reply. “Alright, you’re going to have to drop your arms. Well, not totally. Hold them out a little bit so I have some space to work.” Once again, Cassidy had to begrudgingly go along with what her sister wanted. The topless girl was slightly more amenable to temporarily exposing herself after Audrey explained that she had something for Cassidy to wear. But it would be easier for someone else to put on, according to Audrey. The item in question was one of those wrap-around crop tops. It looked more like a pink scarf at first glance, until Audrey got to work. Cassidy had seen a number of girls wearing similar outfit pieces over the years, as it was a popular choice for showing some skin and staying cool in the summer heat at the same time. Only for Cassidy, it was more like a makeshift bra than anything else, and she would have picked pretty much any other color. It didn’t seem like Audrey was trying to screw her over, as the tight manner in which she tied the top didn’t feel like there was any risk of the thing slipping off and subsequently flashing anyone who was looking in Cassidy’s general direction at the time. But it didn’t solve the other problem. “What about the diapers?” she asked. Gesturing to the padded underwear that was still fully on display and blatantly contrasting her bare legs and midriff, she said, “I need a skirt or something.” “You’re fine, little sis,” Audrey waved her off, “Besides, I couldn’t really trust you alone for very long. Now, come on,” she held out her hand, “It’s time to go.” “NO.” Finally putting her foot down about both her embarrassing bottomless state, as well as the patronizing offer for yet another instance of hand holding, Cassidy said, “I’m not going out like this.” Audrey just shrugged. “If you insist. I bet Margot would be very interested in where you’ve wandered off to. Do you want me to send her your way? I bet she’d have something for you to wear.” Cassidy paled at that suggestion. Less about the daycare worker herself, and more about the mental projection of being dragged back to the adventure tent and being delivered to Quinn and company all over again. How far Cassidy had fallen; she was literally intimidated by the thought of a mean, thirteen year old girl. Were those really her two options? Privacy, at the cost of a trio of teenagers who knew who she really was, or public exposure in front of a bunch of strangers and her sister. And considering how obnoxious Audrey had been all day once her trick had set up Cassidy to be stuck in the ‘little sister’ role for the extent of their time at the faire, there was no guarantee that Audrey would go directly to Margot. There was still the looming threat of security noticing a diapered girl loitering in an area that guests really weren’t supposed to be hanging around in. No matter which path Cassidy took, the noticeable sag between her legs was a constant reminder of her ongoing, humiliating situation. With that in mind, she asked, “Go home, you mean?” “Well, yeah,” Audrey said, “Last I checked, I have a helpless younger sister who needs a diaper change. Unless you want to stay and keep exploring? I’m sure we could find a show that’s appropriate for your age and maturity level.” “No!” Cassidy exclaimed. This time, it was more out of desperation than the attempt she had made to be stern before. “We should go.” “That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time,” Audrey scoffed. She held out her hand again, “Last chance, Cassie, or I’m leaving you here.” Cassidy had learned her lesson. Without any hesitation, she took Audrey’s hand. It felt just as demeaning as ever to have Audrey begin pulling her along, but Cassidy had convinced herself that it was the best option. Do what her sister wanted, to avoid even more embarrassment. Not that it was possible to avoid all of it, considering that it was one of the most crowded times of day at the faire. Dozens of people were milling about where the two of them emerged from behind the tents, and there would be hundreds more to work through between where they were and the entry/exit gates. Audrey’s pace was even more difficult than usual to match. First it had been a height issue, followed by the awkwardness of trying to keep up in wet pull-ups. The diapers Margot had put Cassidy in were thicker to begin with, and that was before adding in the fact that they were now thoroughly used thanks to Quinn’s cruel games. Cassidy knew better than to complain, however. The sooner they were out, the better. If that meant some personal discomfort, she’d just have to suck it up and look ahead to the thought of wearing clean underwear again. Clean panties, for that matter. The good news was, more than half of the people around were in costume. While Cassidy certainly got some blush-inducing looks, she tried to tell herself that it was fine. People would hopefully assume it was some niche thing she was doing. Only she and Audrey knew the reality of her situation, as well as the ones in the daycare tent that Cassidy had no intentions of ever returning to. “Well, I hope this was all worth saving $50 or whatever,” Audrey giggled, as they neared the exit. At least there was only security on the way in, “I don’t know about you, but I had a great day!” Like before, Cassidy didn’t say a word. “Oh, by the way,” Audrey added, “You’re in charge of finding the car.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Chapter Five It took a good thirty minutes to get Elizabeth on board. June just had to gradually explain that this plan made the most sense. Between the suitcase mix-up and the fact that Elizabeth had ‘lost’ her purse on the plane, they didn’t have many options. There was no time to go shopping for new clothes, and June threw in the point that using the company card for such expenses would then need to be explained back at the office. The only way to keep this between the two of them was for Elizabeth to deal with the youthful clothes she was stuck with. Once again using Elizabeth’s love of wine against her, June topped off the glass as she explained for a second time how family was a core value of the company they’d be presenting to. She didn’t plan on getting the petite girl drunk; however, a healthy level of inebriation wouldn’t hurt the cause. June had already come down from her single cocktail, and had been playing the social game for hours. She was in prime form to debate compared to her opponent who had done nothing but lounge in their suite all evening. Finally, she played into Elizabeth’s ego and desire for credit. How it was Elizabeth who came up with the unique business tactic of playing into a potential client’s company values. Their own company was far more profit driven, both at the expense of their employees and in terms of what they would say or imply to secure a client. This would basically turn a weakness into a strength, as if Elizabeth planned this from the beginning. Have June do the presentation, sucker the soon to be clients into a false connection, and then Elizabeth can run the account after all is said and done. “That will make them feel important,” June said, “Closed by someone at my level, but showing them that they’re a priority by letting them work with someone like you.” Elizabeth was slowly coming around. Except for a few details she couldn’t ignore. “They’ll recognize me,” she pointed out. Even if things would be mostly remote, there would definitely be video conferences. Seeing that their point person was the ‘niece’ who was at the presentation wouldn’t go unnoticed. “Later, I mean.” “Hmm, you might be right,” June conceded. Sitting back and crossing her legs, she took a moment to feign like she was thinking. She was still a lowly assistant. Anticipating her bratty boss’s needs was one thing, but this would be better if she didn’t have all the answers right away. And, ideally, would somewhat feel like they landed on the plan together despite how June was the one who brought it up and was still selling it for the most part. “Oh! We could dye your hair. Temporarily, I mean.” “What? No,” Elizabeth said, “That’s too much.” June just raised an eyebrow. “Is it? They haven’t met you before. And I just mean with something I can buy down the road. It’ll wash right out, Elizabeth. The client definitely won’t recognize you with different hair and professional clothes.” “Yeah, but-” “Elizabeth. I’m trying to come up with a solution here. But you’re the boss; it’s your call. Do you want to give the presentation yourself dressed in my niece’s clothes? Or do you want to tell your assistant to handle it for you?” Elizabeth hesitated. Obviously the former option wasn’t actually an option. It would be one thing to stand in front of a room of professionals with a coffee stain on her blouse, as something like that would be relatable enough that she could play it off. But she couldn’t even begin to imagine trying to explain this series of unfortunate complications. No one would take her seriously, especially when aiming to get them to trust her. If she brought the wrong suitcase, what kinds of mistakes might she make with their account? When given the either/or, especially after an exhausting day and a few drinks, Elizabeth was not at all in the proper headspace to consider that there might be an alternative that hadn’t been said out loud. “And I get all the credit,” she asserted. It helped that June framed it in the familiar way, where it was an assistant’s job to do as she was told. “And you get all the credit,” June echoed, “But we don’t have a lot of time. If this is the direction you want to go, we need to do your hair tonight. We’re all booked up tomorrow morning.” “My hair?” Elizabeth had already forgotten that element. “But-” “We don’t have to. If you don’t think they’ll remember you later, then there’s no need to dye it. Want to risk it, Elizabeth?” “I- I don’t know.” It took a lot of self control for June to avoid smirking. Her boss was usually so arrogant and blunt, at least when it came to underlings. Now Elizabeth was dressed down and faltering to the point where it would only take another nudge or two for June’s most recent idea to become a reality. This niece scheme was so much more enticing than simply making Elizabeth sit in the hotel room all weekend due to a lack of proper attire. Managing to keep it cool, June simply said, “I can’t choose for you. So, what’s it going to be? Be my niece with your natural hair color, or . . . ” Elizabeth was too caught up in the decision about her hair to realize how she was being pushed to the side of the fence that June wanted her on. The conversation had subtly been shifted to make it sound like the niece thing had been all but decided, and now they just had to figure out the rest. And since there were already so many ways she could be embarrassed this weekend by leaving their suite in tween clothes, it was natural for her to be just as worried about something similar happening after they closed the deal. “We can dye it,” she mumbled, belatedly clarifying, “It’ll wash right out?” “Mm hmm,” June hummed, “But seriously, Elizabeth. You need to start addressing me properly. That’s the only way for this to be believable. Aunt. June. Try it, okay? Otherwise, we might as well forget this whole thing and have you lead the presentation in Maggie’s clothes.” “No, wait!” Elizabeth exclaimed. She couldn’t do that. That would almost certainly get her in trouble back at the office, especially if they lost the sale because of it. If she could spin the negative situation as a positive, however, maybe this could all work out. It wouldn’t be the first time she took one of her assistant’s ideas for herself. “Aunt June. See?” June nodded. “Okay. So it’s settled, then. You’ll be my niece tomorrow. I’ll handle the presentation, and you can observe. Don’t worry, I know all the information, and I can brush up on the finer points tomorrow morning. And what will you call me all day?” “Aunt June,” she muttered. The question felt so patronizing, especially coming from a subordinate. Apparently June caught the annoyed tone, and was quick to address it. “You should call me that from now on. There’s not a lot of time to form the habit, and we’ll both look bad if you mess up halfway through. Right?” “Right,” Elizabeth blushed. She could only imagine how awkward and humiliating it would be for someone to figure out that she wasn’t actually June’s niece after pretending to be for an extended period of time. Although pretending in general was plenty embarrassing in its own way. Rather than doing everything in her power to offset her youthful features, she was going to have to lean into them and look even younger than the older teenager people assumed her to be when she wasn’t dressed up. It was so counter to her usual need to be seen as a professional young woman, yet it felt as if that’s the plan they had landed on. “Right, Aunt June?” June suggested. “Umm, sure,” she said, “Right, Aunt June.” The girl was just one year older than her, and her assistant. This new dynamic was going to be difficult to get used to, even if it was all for show. Unfortunately, Elizabeth couldn’t argue with June’s logic. If they waited until it was time for the meeting, there was a good chance that Elizabeth would slip up and act more like the boss that she actually was. “There you go.” June nodded again, and stood up. “Keep working on that. I’m going to go down and ask the concierge if there’s a walkable place for me to get what I need to dye your hair. Why don’t you find a cute outfit for tomorrow? Whatever best ages you down. Actually, come up with a few options. I’ll help you pick the best one when I get back. Oh, have you tried on Maggie’s shoes yet?” “No?” Elizabeth tilted her head in confusion. Why would she have done that? She still had her heels, and they were simple enough that they could be worn with casual ensembles. Since her daily image was so important, of course she had footwear that could work for both formal and informal settings. June gestured towards the bedroom. “Go see if they fit. That suitcase is full of summer clothes; no teenager would wear heels with any of those things.” Maybe that was a bit of a stretch. “Also, it will be better if you’re on the shorter side, I think.” She knew that Elizabeth was self conscious about her height, so she avoided focusing on that more than she needed to. And sticking with the word ‘teenager’ felt best; that would give the clever assistant some wiggle room to decide on her boss’s age after the physical transformation was complete. Now that they had landed on the aunt/niece idea, there were really only so many battles Elizabeth could pick. Everything June was suggesting was relevant to the false image Elizabeth would be committing to tomorrow, and they had to have most of this figured out tonight due to the time constraints. Ignorant to the fact that a number of the items in the suitcase had been specifically packed for Elizabeth, like how the shoes were her exact size, she grimaced at the only pair sitting underneath the stack of clothes to the right. White sneakers with light pink soles, along with a few other splashes of pink on the shoes themselves. It was the definition of girly, and not even her teenage self would be caught dead in footwear like that. Knowing that June wouldn’t let her off the hook if she didn’t at least try, Elizabeth reluctantly stepped into one of the shoes. Of course, her petite self ended up fitting Maggie’s shoes perfectly. It briefly occurred to her that she could head back out without the sneakers on and tell June they were too small, except her tipsy self couldn’t shake the concern that she would just be made to prove it and have to go through the whole process again. June had already seen her barefoot, both back at the girl’s apartment and in their suite. It wasn’t like this would do much to affect her current height; Elizabeth was more embarrassed by the color and style. Of course, June felt the exact opposite. “Oh, they’re perfect!” she exclaimed, “Okay, good. New shoes would have been a bit out of our budget. Alright, I’m heading out. Anything else you need, Elizabeth?” Just some peace and quiet to reconcile the fact that she was going to be spending half a day walking around as if she were 5-10 years younger than she actually was. As Elizabeth had already learned, the majority of the clothes in the suitcase were the opposite of the colors she tended to wear in both her personal and professional life. How was she supposed to come up with a few options when she was already wearing the only tolerable combination? Deciding to stick with the jean shorts she had on for all the potential outfits, Elizabeth simply picked out three t-shirts that were the most plain in design, all of which would go with her current bottoms. There. Good enough. Then she had to wait. Feeling somewhat sleepy after an early morning and a long day of traveling and a myriad of frustrations, Elizabeth roamed back into the common room and poured herself the last of the wine. Though the drink was no doubt contributing to her tired state, she knew that not having more was a surefire way for her eyes to start drooping. Pacing the room for a few minutes, already sick of the limited space she had been stuck in for hours at this point, Elizabeth soon knocked back the rest of the glass and flopped down onto the sofa. This would normally be when she started scrolling social media, seeing if there were any work emails to reply to in order to seem like a dedicated team member who was working after hours, or just killing time with any number of meaningless apps. She ended up just flipping through channels on the TV until June returned. The last thing Elizabeth needed was to be caught passed out on the sofa when it had been established that they had more to do tonight. June had decided on red hair dye. According to her, it made sense; Maggie was a redhead, so it would be the most natural if Elizabeth was the same when acting as June’s niece. Normally, the upcoming process would be best if Elizabeth was undressed, or wearing something she didn’t care about getting some color on. However, June knew that she was already pushing some limits with all of this. Besides, the white tank top would be cheap to replace, and staining it would also remove it as a future option. The more colorful tops in the other room would be much more appropriate for a brat like Elizabeth. As for doing the job herself, June was easily able to convince Elizabeth that she needed help, even when her boss tried to whine about how June was following her into the bathroom. Between asking the soon to be redhead if she had ever dyed her hair before, and pointing out that this is probably something a dedicated assistant would help out with, there wasn’t much wind left in Elizabeth’s sails as they stood together in the somewhat cramped bathroom. After a successful evening of networking, June didn’t mind playing the assistant card; she knew her talents were better served as an admin and a soon to be manager, but she was more than happy to lean into her current role in order to make that happen. “And how would a polite young lady ask her aunt for this?” June asked. Now that Elizabeth was seated on the edge of the tub, it felt a lot more natural to talk down to her. “Remember, we need to practice for tomorrow.” Elizabeth frowned in annoyance. She had been this close to snapping something in response to the first half, until June got ahead of it. Sounding more petulant than she realized with an exaggerated huff, she muttered, “Please dye my hair, Aunt June?” “Of course,” June said, internally smiling while keeping a poker face on the outside, “Now, you are going to sit still and do as you’re told, yes?” “Umm,” Elizabeth hesitated. “That’s when you say ‘Yes, Aunt June.’ Remember, Elizabeth. You can’t act like my boss tomorrow. You’re my niece, yes?” With the same leading word as before, all while towering over the seated girl, Jue expectantly raised an eyebrow. Lightly blushing, Elizabeth conceded, “Yes, Aunt June.” “Good. Starting right now, you are no longer my boss. You are my well behaved niece named Elizabeth. Actually, no. I think you should go by ‘Lizzie’ tomorrow. What if our future client recognizes your name when she next sees you?” “What? No! I’m-” “Lizzie!,” June snapped, “You agreed to this idea, didn’t you? We literally just talked about how we need practice, which means it’s best if you don’t act like you’re anyone’s boss. As long as you’re my niece, I’m the one in charge. Now, are you going to be a big girl and behave properly, or are you going to be a whiny little brat?” Elizabeth had never felt so small. It was surprising, seeing this side of her assistant. And the last time Elizabeth had been told off in such a way was when she was younger; college professors tended to speak to their students more like adults on average, and Elizabeth had never been reamed out at work due to how she was so clever about deflecting blame and making sure she was only ever praised for the work she may or may not have done all the work for. Neither option was good. Obviously being a ‘big girl’ was better than the insulting alternative, though she wasn’t actually June’s niece. Except apparently the young woman standing in front of her had decided that they needed more practice than Elizabeth merely calling her by the appropriate name. And she was really too vulnerable and caught off guard to protest. “I’ll behave,” she mumbled, glancing away with a bit of a blush. June just sighed. “Was that so difficult? Okay, let’s try this again. You are going to sit still and do as you’re told, yes?” “Yes, Aunt June,” Elizabeth said. And that was that. June had Elizabeth turn around, and unpacked the small box of supplies she would need to make her boss nearly unrecognizable. Between the hair, the clothes, and this new dynamic, it was starting to feel like this might actually work. June would be the one to close the big client. ‘Lizzie’ would be twiddling her thumbs and finally experiencing what it was like to be talked down to all day. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 24 I half expected Paige to get on my case about saying a swear word, considering how many lose/lose scenarios she had already stacked up. Or perhaps for Paige to snip through my favorite thong anyway. As much as they had twisted both my words and the bet we had made, however, it seemed that they were staying true to their word this time around. Or, more likely, the duo just wanted to hold onto a bargaining chip that was annoyingly effective on me. Annika pulled the scissors away from fabric. “Apology accepted, Miley. Just remember, swear words are bad.” “And insulting my friends is uncalled for,” Paige added. She took the thong from Annika and set it down on the matching bra on her lap. “Keep going, sis. Don’t you have a few more things to say?” I had momentarily forgotten about the rest. Before I had a chance to recall the rude way I was to describe my own body, Annika was kind enough to give me the list. “No boobs, no ass, no hips.” “No curves at all, really,” Paige smirked, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure the other Miley is more developed than you.” There was no way that was true. I was small, but I wasn’t that small. My petite frame was just particularly exaggerated in the casual outfit and training bra I was wearing, not to mention that I was sitting next to Paige’s tallest and most endowed friend. Although it’s not like taunts about my size were new; Paige often lorded her own height over me, even though we were step-sisters and comparing our bodies like that was totally stupid. In this instance, she was just trying to get under my skin. That, and she was clearly enjoying that she could be over the top with all of this. Our parents weren’t here, Noelle had mistaken me for someone else and unknowingly set this all into motion, and I was currently outnumbered and still stuck doing whatever it took to get the ID that I originally came down for. My best lingerie set, too. Until I had those things safely in hand, I was committed to a little more personal embarrassment. Besides, any resistance would just amuse the girls. If I ripped off the bandaid and acted as indifferently as possible, then they’d get less enjoyment out of all this. Theoretically. “And I’m allowed to say that one word?” I asked. Asking permission felt like a mistake, which was instantly verified when a few of Paige’s friends chuckled, but Annika had just gotten on my case about swearing. The last thing I needed was to see more of my underwear cut up as an additional punishment. Paige just smiled. “Look, she’s learning. Yes, Miley. When your gorgeous and amazing older sister tells you to, you can try out a curse word or two. It’s kind of like when mature girls are given a few sips of wine when there’s family supervision involved.” Of course she was comparing it to something familiar to both of us. The annoying part was that the parallel made total sense, save for the fact that I wasn’t actually Miley’s age. It also wasn’t lost on me that she was complimenting herself with Annika’s words from earlier. Whatever. After glancing around to make sure that there weren’t any phone cameras trained on me, I begrudgingly said all of it as flatly as possible. “I don’t have boobs, or an ass, or hips.” “No curves at all?” Paige raised an eyebrow. Just as plainly as before, I echoed, “I don’t have any curves.” “And what’s your name, my dear little sister?” “Miley.” “Not very enthusiastic, are you?” Paige sighed. She glanced towards the other girls, “Little Miley must be so tuckered out. Such a big day! Ballet, a long walk, a bare ass spanking, and a bunch of homework? Although let’s be real; you probably loved that last part.” “Maybe she loved the spanking,” Dakota grinned. “Maybe!” Paige replied, “It’s always the prudes that end up secretly being the kinky ones, right? How about it, Miley? Did you enjoy being spanked by Noelle, or does it need to be a guy doing it for you to be turned on?” No matter how much effort I put into my blunt tone, I was far less in control when it came to something like blushing. Paige’s either/or question was a total trap, considering that the answer was neither, but that didn’t stop me from mentally reliving the experience of being over Noelle’s lap, or the mental image of a guy spanking me in a similar manner. I was very much NOT into that, yet my sister’s suggestion planted the idea enough to make me flush at the circle’s reaction to it. Thankfully, she didn’t push the dirty line of thinking beyond the fleeting mention. Instead, Paige got right back to business. “Okay, Annika. This part is all you. Think you can manage little Miley’s underwear without my help?” Paige stood up, taking care to center my dark green bra on the cushion afterwards. It was like she was my undergarment to save her spot in lieu of a phone or something else, which was so ridiculous and unnecessary. Everyone seemed content with the current seating arrangements already, and we were all way too old to claim things like that anyway. Annika tilted her head a little bit as she looked up at my sister, “Where are you going?” “I’m being a good host and clearing some of these plates. And, more importantly, getting us some dessert.” “You don’t want to see the look on her face?” “I imagine it won’t get much better than losing her precious big girl bras. Although your last cut was pretty satisfying, too. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back!” “Suit yourself,” Annika shrugged, “But, before you go . . . ” She procured the maroon thong that matched the bra that Paige had ruined herself before outsourcing the work to me. As a parting gift to my sister, Annika made four deliberate cuts–two on opposite ends of the waistband, followed by one across the front and one in the back. The sexy lace number was in shreds within seconds, and Paige’s teammate rounded things out by discarding all the dark red fabric in her still half full glass of soda. “Can you get me a refill? Pretty please?” “You just have to make my life difficult, don’t you?” Paige sighed, although the pleased look on her face didn’t at all match the false tone of annoyance she was making a show of complaining with. “Fine. But you totally owe me for sneaking this past Noelle. Anyone else? Drinks?” Half the other girls raised their hands, so Paige simply settled on telling everyone to keep their glasses. She’d bring down a few more cans, and there was some ice in the chest freezer around the corner for anyone who needed more. Naturally, I wasn’t included when Paige polled the room, although it’s not like I made a point to ask for anything. The sooner she was back, the better. Paige proceeded to collect everyone’s empty plates, which was absolutely over the top and unlike her. She and her friends were total slobs most of the time, and typically procrastinated cleaning until the last possible second. More often than not, I was roped in to help when it came to any public places, which annoyingly worked. It wasn’t like I could stoop to pointing fingers whenever our parents returned from one of their trips, as a dirty house just led to Paige and I being lumped together no matter how different we were. You’d think my pristine room and her messy one would clue anyone in to whose fault a sink full of dishes was, but apparently not. Unlike the constant uses of ‘Miley’ that all of them had adopted, I realized that this latest move was less about committing further to the game in front of her friends, and more for the sake of continuing the lie where Noelle was involved. I’d be the younger sister staying downstairs and hanging out with her friends; Paige would be the mature older one who cleaned up after herself and her guests sooner rather than later. As obvious as the trick was, there was no point in calling her out on it in front of her friends. And, between being linked with Violet and how Annika was lifting a new pair of panties from the collection in front of her, it was pretty clear where they wanted me to remain for this. In a way, Paige was right. My first few reactions had been a lot more noticeable. I had definitely tensed up when she made the first cut in one of my best bras, and I didn’t even want to know what expressions had crossed my face when I took care of the next three. Most recently, I had exclaimed in protest when Annika had gone after a thong that hadn’t been part of the ‘matching’ deal, then gasped and snapped at her when she did it anyway instead of listening to me. But now? I was more or less resigned to my fate, and suffering in silence. Not nearly as interesting to the girls as before, if I had to guess, although the way Annika started methodically cutting through so much of my underwear was a different kind of torment than before. One by one, I had to watch the pile on her lap shrink, and the blonde always held up each pair for myself and the other girls before taking the scissors to it. All the black and white pieces I owned, followed by every shade of blue and red; even the ones that wouldn’t remotely work with maroon or light blue, just because she could. At some point, the four girls started talking about the video game they always played in Paige’s room, which was easily the worst background track to watching each and every one of my thongs get destroyed to round out Annika’s task. All in all, I had probably lost 25 pairs of underwear. Maybe more. Plus the bras that were definitely not salvageable at this point . . . At least $400, gone in a matter of minutes. I was used to Paige’s bullshit, but Annika seemed more than happy to play her part in all this as well. Provided I could get Paige to pay me back, which was highly unlikely, the financial aspect wasn’t the only problem. It would also take so much of my time and energy to replace everything I lost. Dakota had come prepared. She had a plastic bag in her purse from one of our local retail stores, likely not originally for this moment unless these girls had excessively planned ahead, and Annika made short work of filling it with all the cut up underwear that had formed a new pile next to the bra saving Paige’s seat. Then Violet gave me a nudge. “Close your eyes, Miley.” “What? Why?” I asked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Because I said so,” she replied, in a slight lilt to go with the patronizing phrase, “Do I need to count to three for you?” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 31 With wide eyes, I vigorously shook my head back and forth. That was NOT what I wanted. “Kate-” I began, though it was difficult to even get that much out with the way she was pushing the childish accessory against my lips. “No.” Practically growling in response, she shoved the plastic ring forward and gave another horrifying massage-like rub against my pelvis with the dirty pull-ups. I stiffened and shut up immediately; her cruel movements stopped in response, but her stern gaze remained. “When your pacifier is in, you aren’t allowed to talk. Remember?” Of course. The helpless experience in the car was recent enough, although it was nothing compared to the current moment. Nodding my head with watery eyes, I prayed she would let up. How had I let things come to this?! Technically, Kate never made me do anything. I made each choice for myself. But that didn’t mean that I actually wanted something as ridiculous as being her younger sister; I just kept choosing what sounded like the best option compared to the alternatives she provided. “Good girl,” Kate repeated. She took her hand off the pacifier, but kept her grip down below. “Now, suck on your tit and listen up.” I did as I was told, blushing a bit at the crass term. Going on, Kate said, “Now, I’m tired of you acting out. If you still want my help dealing with your not so little problem, you’re going to behave from here on out. Understand?” Affirming with another awkward nod, I nervously sucked on the pacifier and willed myself to meet her eyes instead of glancing away in embarrassment. “That’s what I thought. Now, since you clearly didn’t get it the first time, here’s what’s going to happen: You are going to be a little ball of fun during your fashion show. I want you to smile, and giggle like a schoolgirl, and be ANNIE. Like, really sell it. Can you manage that, sis?” It was the same directive as before, but the stakes felt a lot higher now. Considering my sister’s no nonsense attitude at the moment, this could very well be my last chance to keep my mortifying secret between just the two of us. And in order to do so, I had to be a bubbly tween? It went against my normal nature in every possible way. Despite my reservations, I found myself nodding. “Good. If you’re the cutest little sister in the whole world, you might even get a change before mini golf. Now, how about a little practice?” Kate finally removed her hand from below my skirt, and used the other to pop the pacifier out of my mouth. Stepping back with an idle smile, she asked, “Are you ready for your fashion show, Annie?” With almost no time to get into character, I simply blurted out the most extreme version of what she was asking for. “Like, oh my God, YES.” Pushing a big smile on my face, and wanting the floor to swallow me up as my sister smiled victoriously towards the sudden burst of energy, I persevered when that wish didn’t come true. “I’m, like, so excited.” “That’s a much better attitude for a girl your size, sis. And you just gave me a really fun idea! Why don’t we give you a quota? You need to say ‘like’ at least five hundred times before we get back from mini golf. I’ll be counting!” Wait, what? My smile shrunk for a moment at just how stupid and childish that would make me sound, but of course that’s probably why she thought of it as ‘really fun.’ In a small act of rebellion, I forced the smile back and agreed with, “Like, that’s like, such a, like, good idea. Like, seriously!” Kate just rolled her eyes. “Nice try, brat. The count stays at zero until the twins are with us. And it’s always paused when it’s just the two of us, even after that. Okay?” The only way to stop myself from arguing was to go in the completely opposite direction in the name of survival. Awkwardly giggling instead, I agreed with an overly enthusiastic, “Okay!” “Like the little sister I always wanted,” Kate smirked, “Keep it up. Your count might pause when we’re alone, but not your lovely attitude. That can stay!” “Of course, sis!” “Now take off your skirt, Annie. And then you’ll need some help getting dressed, right?” Fuck me. I managed to get away with doing the bra myself, but Kate was clearly prompting me to answer the way she wanted. “Umm, yeah,” the giggle was fake, but the nerves behind it were real, “I guess I could use a little help.” As I began removing the last part of my original outfit of the day, I belatedly realized that this would be the first time either of us would be seeing the pull-ups on me by themselves. So far, I had managed to keep myself covered, even after the humiliating process of wetting myself and then worse. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop. Not only had I already partially pulled the skirt down, but I had literally just agreed to be a ‘ball of fun’ with a good attitude. I wasn’t in the best position to argue or backtrack. At least making sure that Kate wasn’t pulling out her phone, even though I was pretty sure she had left it in the bedroom, I reluctantly worked the skirt past the bulky underwear that made the undressing process more difficult than if I had simply been wearing panties. Blushing as pink as the pull-ups that came into view, I quickly shifted my legs and let gravity drop the skirt to my ankles before my embarrassment caused me to yank them back up for protection. “Oh, Annie,” Kate frowned, “Wow, you really filled those up, didn’t you?” NO. It was a weird thought to have, but even wetting and messing myself shouldn’t have caused the considerable sag that I could see and feel a lot more clearly now that Kate was directly pointing it out. But we had poured a whole bottle of yellow sports drink down the pull-ups before getting settled in the car. If anything, it was all that extra liquid that was weighing them down. Or maybe it was just easier telling myself that, since I didn’t want to believe that my own mess was the culprit. Oh no. I was supposed to have a nonstop good attitude. It was one thing when talking about trying on new outfits, but this? No girl ever, nineteen or twelve, would have an upbeat demeanor about something so awful. Except me, apparently. “It’s fine!” Stepping out of my skirt with a hesitant grin, I said, “It was just a little accident. Nothing a shower can’t fix!” Take the hint, sis. If she hadn’t made the point earlier about the pull-ups being tricky to dispose of without being caught, I would be running the water right now so I could jump in. My salvation was so close, and yet so far. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I should make a pass with some wet wipes first. I have a bunch of babysitting experience, remember? And you might miss a spot without my help.” Was that actually what she had in mind? No way. Letting her see me undressed like this was bad enough; the last thing I needed was my smug sister getting the chance to witness me in an even worse state. “It’s fine, really!” Leaning harder into the immature roleplay in an attempt to appease her, I let out an obnoxiously girly giggle compared to the previous one. “Like, I have accidents, like, all the time! Don’t worry, I know how to clean myself up.” “All the time?” Kate echoed, “Is that why you packed all those pull-ups?” “Mm hmm,” I nodded, “Just in case.” The way her face lit up was not a good sign. Anything that was fun and exciting for Kate was rarely those things for me. “Well, you should probably wear them for the rest of the weekend, then. Like, 24/7, until I can trust that you’re potty trained.” ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (85+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 27 Amelia ignored the patronizing term. After the longest and most frustrating afternoon of her life, it took all her effort just to smile back. While it was technically Ashley who insisted that Amelia have a good attitude when they next crossed paths, Amelia assumed that Claire would count herself as part of that directive. And after everything Amelia had gone through, the last thing she needed was some bullshit technicality making things difficult at the finish line. “It was fine,” Amelia said. That’s about as positive as she could describe the last few hours where every single person believed she was a young teenager without a second thought. There was no winning with either of the senior girls, apparently. Though Amelia had remembered to smile, Claire easily found something else to correct. “It was fine, Ms. Claire,” she said, “I’m a prefect, remember? Have you had a chance to read your academy handbook?” Of course not. When would there have been time, when Amelia was supposed to be paying attention in every class? Also, it’s not like she had addressed Claire without the prefix. Was she seriously expected to tag every answer with the phrase? Or was Claire just trying to get a rise out of her? “I haven’t read the handbook yet, Ms. Claire,” Amelia said. Whatever. If that’s what the blonde wanted, that’s what she would get. “Better,” Claire nodded, “Anyway, I was sent to check on you. Do you want to come chat with Ashley about your performance today, or do you want to wait until after dinner?” “Right now, Ms. Claire. Please.” Amelia tacked on the polite word in addition to the unnecessarily excessive use of the proper title. It was an obvious choice. Dinner at her apartment was hands down the preference. Not just because she had no desire to share a meal with a bunch of teenagers, but also because getting her stuff back and driving off campus was the first step to figuring out whether or not she could salvage this job or not. Whether she ended up at Westridge or not, she would absolutely find a way to make sure Ashley was punished for all of this. For now, however, Amelia would smile and play along. She half expected Claire to comment on her decision or pressure her to go to dinner in the name of prolonging Amelia’s stay, but she did neither of those things. Instead, Claire simply beckoned for her to follow. Amelia was jealous of the eighteen year old’s free hands. In contrast, her own arms were the most full they had been so far with all the things she had been handed over the afternoon. If it were a friend or family member, Amelia would absolutely ask for some help. But not Claire. The uniform and her experiences at the academy had been degrading enough. Amelia wouldn’t dare show weakness to one of the two girls that actually knew how old she was. Claire led her back towards the dorms. Amelia could have found the building herself, but was internally grateful to have someone who knew the way once they were inside. It’s not like there were twists and turns to navigate, but one walkthrough hadn’t been enough to get a good grasp of the layout. At first, she thought Amelia was being taken to Ashley’s place, until Claire mentioned how nice it would be for Amelia to settle in for the night after her first day. “Umm, what?” Amelia asked. She stopped halfway down the hallway that suddenly seemed a lot more familiar despite how it looked pretty much the same as the rest of them. Surely Claire couldn’t be serious. “Come on, Millie,” Claire said. She paused a few steps after she realized Amelia was no longer awkwardly following. “You do want to spend some more time with your cousin, right?” Amelia just sighed. No one was even here. Although she didn’t know that for sure with all the closed doors, it was dinnertime and there had been enough uniformed girls headed that way that Amelia assumed that’s where most students would be. “Of course I do, Ms. Claire,” she lied. Of course fucking Ashley would take one more opportunity to embarrass her. By ending the day in Amelia’s room that was probably just an empty one that Claire had access to with her prefect key. Claire just gave a sweet smile and nodded her head towards the other end of the hall, “Then let’s go, Millie.” It wasn’t much farther to the room. Amelia followed Claire in, and wasn’t particularly surprised to see Ashley lounging on the bed like she owned the place. There was nothing ladylike about the way the dark haired girl had her legs positioned as she worked on something in a binder of her own. It took a conscious effort for Amelia to avoid looking up the girl’s skirt; she wasn’t even into girls outside of a bit of experimentation here and there in university, but the sheer amount of visible bare thigh was enough to unintentionally draw attention. Amelia averted her gaze after inadvertently checking out the eighteen year old for a fleeting moment, and only realized after stepping into the private bedroom that she had no idea where to even start. Ashley, on the other hand, was ready for her. “So, Millie,” she began. Just like Claire, echoing the nickname as much as possible. She sat up and closed her binder, setting it aside, “I thought you said you were a good student.” Amelia hesitated. Her blush deepened when her first thought was ‘I am a good student.’ She managed to stop herself from actually saying it, since the last thing she needed to do was breathe more life into the role she had been stuck in all afternoon. Especially since she had already started feeling like a schoolgirl in just a matter of hours. She very much knew who she really was, of course, but she hadn’t been able to outwardly show it for quite some time. Instead, she let every single authority figure treat her like she was nothing more than a transfer student struggling to adapt to life at a boarding school. These two girls, however, knew who she really was. There was no reason to keep up the act. “Look, I played your stupid game. Now, give me back my things. Please.” “Millie, don’t you remember our deal?” Ashley asked. She cocked her head to the side, as if confused as to why Amelia would be making such demands. “You promised to be a good student. You said you could make it through the day without getting in trouble.” Once again, Amelia paused. When Ashley first mentioned the good student thing, a similar thought had crossed Amelia’s mind. How did Ashley know? But then again, Claire was a prefect. Did Maxine mention something? Or did girls like Claire and Maxine somehow have immediate access to information like what happened in Amelia’s last class of the day? There were too many thoughts racing through her mind, and not enough time to sift through them. Wanting to say something rather than giving Ashley the satisfaction of rendering her speechless, Amelia just said, “I’m not even supposed to be here. This is all-” “But you are here, Millie,” Ashley cut her off, “And you’d think a girl your age could handle following a few simple rules. Seriously, four infractions? In one afternoon? I can’t even imagine how poorly you’d do if you had classes in the morning, too.” “That’s not fair. Summer-” “You’re going to blame a thirteen year old instead of taking responsibility for your actions? Not very mature, Millie.” “It’s AMELIA. Look, Ashley-” “No, it’s not. You’re my little cousin, Millie. At least, until you can prove that you’re capable of being a mature girl. Now, you’re going to sit right here and read the academy handbook from cover to cover. Do you understand?” she gestured to the room’s small desk. “Ashley, you’re not listening. I’m not actually a student, and I want to go home.” “You are home. This is your room. We went over this earlier, remember? If you want to be an adult again, you need to prove that you can be a proper student. So far, you’ve failed spectacularly at that endeavor. Haven’t you?” The truth was, Amelia couldn’t remember all the details of her earlier conversation with Ashley and Claire. She had been too blindsided and self conscious about the fact that everyone so easily believed that she was thirteen, which had made it difficult to fully pay attention as she was strung along by the girls’ logic and conditions. “It’s not like that . . . ” was all she could say. “And I’m not a student. You-” “Yes, you are. Millie, look at you. You’re dressed up just like all the other girls, you’re registered here, and you clearly have some behavior that needs to be corrected. Think about it. What makes you any different than the other students who are sent here?” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (55+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 35 Cassidy’s curiosity was enough to keep her from rejecting the patronizing nickname. Also, it was Audrey. Letting her know about any dislikes was a surefire way to make her do those things more often. While she very much did want to be wearing more than diapers or, ideally, change into some regular underwear to go with whatever clothes Audrey was going to acquire for her due to how Cassidy couldn’t exactly shop for herself in her current state, Cassidy first wanted to know what her sister had done. More notably, she needed to be sure that whatever it was would actually be effective in keeping Quinn from ruining her reputation. It took Cassidy a minute to find anything. There were no recent texts, unless Audrey had deleted them after sending them, and nothing looked particularly out of place compared to the last time Cassidy had held the phone in her own hands. Then she noticed the one thing that was off. Her little box of social media apps was missing entirely. “You deleted my apps?” Cassidy asked. She was immediately skeptical of Audrey’s ‘fix,’ and glanced back up to tell her as much. Still using one arm to keep her chest covered, Cassidy said, “That doesn’t do anything, Audrey. Just because the app isn’t there doesn’t mean the account isn’t.” “I know. I’m not an idiot, Cassie. Pretty sure I’m better at social media than you are. You don’t post, like, ever,” Audrey replied, “Anyway, I didn’t just remove the apps. I deleted all of your accounts.” “ . . . You what?” Cassidy heard her younger sister’s words, but it took a couple seconds for them to truly sink in. Deleted. As in, deleted deleted? “You’re welcome,” Audrey said. She plucked the phone right back out of Cassidy’s hands, then went on to explain, “You don’t want a bunch of diaper pictures out there, do you? Well, now you don’t have to worry about it. Your online presence is non-existent. Well, more non-existent than it was before. You can’t tag a girl who isn’t out there!” The crazy part was, Audrey was actually making some sense. Quinn wouldn’t be able to do anything with her blackmail if she couldn’t find Cassidy. And building a couple accounts from scratch was better than trying to do the overwhelming amount of damage control that would have been required had the young huntress followed through on her threat. Of course, the partial nudes and damning diaper pics would still be on the girl’s phone; that was something that would forever nag at Cassidy, even if she never saw Quinn again. But, still. How?! The simple four digits required to access Cassidy’s phone shouldn’t have been enough for Audrey to purge more involved accounts on the device. Also, the audacity! Audrey hadn’t even asked. Even if it was a rather clever idea, and low key the lesser of two evils, she could have at least run it by Cassidy first before pulling the trigger. “How did you-” Cassidy began. She was still a little thrown by how easily her phone had been taken away again, and the shock of what Audrey had done on her phone wasn’t enough to fully distract Cassidy from the fact that she was still quite exposed in the outdoor summer air. Also, there were a number of overlapping questions about what Audrey had done and how she had done it, and Cassidy couldn’t quite land on just one. Audrey seemed more than happy to fill in a blank or two, however, considering how much the girl enjoyed bragging and flaunting herself in general. Ever since she had surpassed Cassidy in height, Audrey had enjoyed feigning maturity and acting like the smug older sister whenever an opportunity presented itself. “I didn’t need your login info, silly,” Audrey chuckled, “Think about it, Cassie. What do you need to reset a password?” Right. Obviously. It was usually a choice between a text or an e-mail, and Audrey had literally been using Cassidy’s unlocked phone. Was that really all it took? Four little digits that Audrey probably got from subtly watching Cassidy’s screen at some point over the break, to get all kinds of access beyond that? So much for security. “Now you’re getting it,” Audrey giggled, “Now, what do you say?” She wanted a ‘thank you’ for what she had done? That was so backwards. Audrey was the one who had signed Cassidy into the tent in the first place, and she was the reason Cassidy had failed to successfully make it to the bathroom before all that. Of course, Audrey hadn’t even been there for the whole Quinn/Molly/Noah thing, so it would be next to impossible to attempt to blame her for the mortifying events that had transpired in her absence. At the same time, Audrey’s little prank was what had set this all in motion to begin with. And, while she was technically helping Cassidy right now, the amusement in both Audrey’s voice and expression was rather telling. “Audrey-” “You do realize I can walk away and leave you here in nothing but your dirty diapers, right?” As daunting as the words were, Audrey kept up her little smile and lilting tone. “What’s it going to be, Cassie?” Cassidy definitely caught the possessive word that Audrey slipped in there, but it was once again one of those things that was difficult to dwell on. While Margot had put her in the bulky underwear, and the babyish layers were very much not hers, Audrey was right about the rest of it. Although the Quinn thing was no longer a pressing issue, Cassidy was still naked save for the sagging diapers. Even if Audrey handed back her phone and wallet, what was Cassidy going to do? Texting a hometown friend was even less attractive of a potential solution than before; the girly fairy costume was one thing, but Cassidy wasn’t about to let anyone she knew see her like this. And she sure as hell wasn’t about to walk back into a public area while topless, even if she had been considering doing just that to streak through the jewelry shop a few minutes ago. Now that Audrey was here, it was clear that the most effective way out of this nightmare was to get her sister to buy some clothes for her. Which meant that Cassidy had to swallow her pride and once again do exactly what Audrey wanted. “Thank you,” she muttered. “For what?” Audrey casually asked. Of course. Their parents had always taught them to be clear with apologies and the like; a simple ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t sound particularly genuine, and neither did the forced thanks that Cassidy just gave. It wasn’t worth the fight. She knew what Audrey was fishing for, and she very much wanted to have something to cover with before someone noticed the two of them loitering in an area where guests weren’t really supposed to be in the first place. “Thank you for deleting my apps,” she begrudgingly said. Audrey grinned. “There you go, Cassie. I would have preferred ‘for deleting my accounts,’ but I suppose yours was good enough.” She dropped Cassidy’s phone back into her purse, then said, “Well, okay. What now?” Cassidy resisted blurting out an annoyed ‘seriously?’ that was on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she stuck with what was most important. “I need something to wear.” As in, what Audrey had already recently mentioned herself. “Oh, right!” Audrey replied, as if she had forgotten until Cassidy said it, “Hmm, okay. I think I have an idea.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 34 “So, to recap,” Audrey said, “You wet yourself instead of speaking up about needing the bathroom, you took off your clothes because a few teenagers told you to, and now you’re walking around in shitty diapers?” Cassidy flushed at the oversimplification of the day’s mortifying events. “It’s not like that!” she exclaimed. Still clutching her bare breasts, and feeling the sag of the diapers a little more now that her sister bluntly mentioned the latest ‘accident’ that Quinn had coerced, Cassidy tried to reframe what she could. “I-” That’s as far as she made it. Audrey cut her off in a harsh tone. “Cassie. This was supposed to be a prank. Is dressing you up like a little girl really all it takes for you to forget how to be an adult? “I- I am an adult!” Cassidy exclaimed, “You just-” “I just what?” Audrey rolled her eyes, “Pretty sure all I did was give you a silly costume. Tell me something, little sis. Was I even there when you were put in diapers and made such a mess in them?” “That was Quinn! She-” “Quinn put you in diapers?” “No, Margot did!” “Uh huh. So first it was my fault, but now you’re blaming two other girls? Do you know how immature it looks when you point the finger at literally everybody but yourself?” Due to her current state, Cassidy was easily flustered by the way Audrey pivoted the conversation. Cassidy wanted to say that it wasn’t just the costume where her sister was involved. It was the bangs, and the sewn in pull-ups, and the way Cassidy had been made to act like Audrey’s younger sister ever since they arrived. Considering the way Audrey treated her after the humiliating accident, the smaller sister was almost certain that it was the result Audrey had been hoping for by insisting on the longer line. The problem was, it was too late to clarify any of that when Audrey moved on to the following events. And, thanks to her manipulative sister’s latest words, Cassidy needed to be careful that any further arguing didn’t come across as sounding like more excuses. “I didn’t-” “Enough, Cassie,” Audrey sighed, “If you’re going to act like a baby girl, then you’re going to be treated like one. Now, do you want my help or not?” Cassidy did need Audrey’s help, especially now that they had wasted another precious minute just talking. “I want your help,” she begrudgingly admitted, “Use my card, or yours and I can pay you back. Just hurry!” “Once you admit you’re a baby girl who needs diapers and a fresh course in potty training.” “Audrey, come on! We can’t-” “Cas-sie,” Audrey drew out each syllable as she gave her sister a stern look, “Just admit it, okay? Then I’ll fix this ridiculous mess you’ve gotten yourself in.” Just like before, Cassidy caved pretty quickly. As long as the clock was ticking, she couldn’t. “Fine, whatever. Diapers and potty training. Can you just-” “The whole thing, sis. ‘You’re a baby girl . . .’” “Audrey, come on!” “You’re. A. Baby. Girl.” “Ugh, okay! I’m a baby girl.” “Who needs diapers.” “Who needs diapers . . .” “And a fresh course in potty training.” “And a fresh course-” Cassidy finally hesitated, blushing a little more at the impending phrase. It was so embarrassing and juvenile, but she pushed through, “-in potty training.” “Now the whole thing, Cassie,” Audrey smirked. Swallowing her pride, she muttered, “I’m a baby girl who needs diapers and a fresh course in potty training.” “See? Was that so difficult, baby sis?” Audrey reached into her purse and pulled out Cassidy’s phone, “Alright, let’s get this Quinn thing figured out.” “What- what are you doing?” Cassidy asked. She stumbled over her words in surprise when seeing just how effortlessly Audrey unlocked the phone. That was password protected! Holding onto Cassidy’s things had been enough of a violation, but the device in Audrey’s hand was obviously particularly personal. “Audrey-” “Hush, Cassie.” Audrey held up a finger to punctuate her patronizing words with an equally frustrating gesture. “You don’t want the whole world to see you in diapers, right?” Of course not. Which was why Cassidy needed to get back to the trio of teenagers who had her clothes and life destroying pictures ASAP. “Audrey, please. The tent is right over there!” she replied, “I need to go.” “That’s what your diapers are for,” Audrey scoffed, twisting Cassidy’s last few words into something completely different than what she meant, “And you’re fine. I’m not going to waste a bunch of money on a couple of brats. Besides, I don’t want to max out your card. That’s what I’ve been using for everything today.” “You what?!” “Relax, Cassie. It’s easier if you just pay for everything. We can figure that stuff out later. Don’t you have bigger problems right now?” “But-” “Do you want to worry about me, or Quinn? Choose, sis.” The ideal answer was ‘neither.’ If she had to choose, however, Cassidy would probably lean towards her sister. Not even because she was sure it was the best choice; it was more due to the fact that making it back to Quinn at this point was questionable. If Audrey had a way out of this, that solution could very well be Cassidy’s only option. Which meant it wasn’t really a decision at all. “You. Whatever,” she muttered. Feigning indifference, and taking whatever satisfaction she could about the somewhat mutual agreement that Audrey was a problem in her own way. “That’s what I thought,” Audrey replied. She didn’t bother looking up from the phone in her hands. “Now, just give me a minute and I’ll sort this out for you.” “What are you-” “Cassie. Hush. Stop distracting me.” Cassidy wasn’t happy about it, but she did as she was told. She hated being shushed, and now she had to suffer through it a couple times in a row. It was particularly annoying where her sister was involved, but Audrey’s point still stood. More important issues meant sucking it up when it came to the smaller things. Rather than commentating on what she was doing on Cassidy’s phone, Audrey worked in silence. Tapping here and there, smiling a little bit to herself along the way, she took a minute or two to take care of everything. Whenever Cassidy shifted her weight or opened her mouth to say something, Audrey held up a finger and told her to be patient. Using Cassidy’s stressed words against her, Audrey reminded her, “You need this fixed soon, Cassie. Like, really soon.” The annoying part was, Audrey was right. If this was going to somehow solve things, although Cassidy still didn’t understand how her phone was the key to anything, then distracting her sister would waste whatever time Cassidy had left to return to Quinn and company. But what was Audrey doing? Calling the adventure tent, or whatever it was called, was Cassidy’s first assumption, but did the daycare place even have a working landline when the faire was set up in the middle of an isolated clearing? And, while Audrey had probably put her contact info on the form, it’s not like she swapped numbers with Margot or anything. That ruled out texting. The good news was, Cassidy didn’t have to remain in suspense for very long. After another thirty seconds or so, Audrey offered the phone to her. “There you go, baby sis. That should do it. Now, we should probably find you something to wear!” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 30 Almost flat as a board. If anything, my actual boobs had been replaced by the barely existent curve that the training bra had built into it. Not only did I have less to show in the chest department than usual, but the too-small fit was an extra frustration. After everything leading up to this, I immediately suspected that Kate did this on purpose. But once again, I was stuck. Blaming her would only make me look immature all over; I had already been called out for ‘pretending,’ and the twins didn’t know my sister like I did. Without proof, I couldn’t point fingers. “Let’s take a look.” Kate appeared over my shoulder out of nowhere. Whatever fleeting thoughts I had of yanking the bra off and demanding something else vanished when I was put on the spot. Using both hands to roughly swivel me around, Kate gave me the most innocent smile. It was even more annoying that she was doing it when our cousins couldn’t see her. There was no need for the act, and yet she persisted. “Looks like a perfect fit! And hey, no more nipples. How does it feel, Annie?” Another fight or flight moment. Even though I had already resolved to begrudgingly play along with whatever it took to expedite all of this in the name of getting changed, I was constantly tempted to take a different approach whenever Kate pulled shit like this. It was a lose/lose. Either I gave her an excuse to drag this out, or I kept digging myself deeper. Choosing the latter, I pushed an overly cheery smile on my face. “Fine, I guess. Let’s try on some outfits!” Right away, Kate smirked. “That’s the spirit, little sis. Here, come take a look at what we have for you.” As irritating as my sister’s expressions were, I almost would have preferred staying face to face with her in comparison to the mortifying exposure that came next. The moment she stepped aside and placed a hand on my back to ‘helpfully’ nudge me forward with her, I realized just what our cousins were seeing. Instead of a mature college girl who got into the car with a push-up bra and a flawlessly mature appearance, I was Kate’s ‘tween’ sister who apparently needed fashion advice. And now, yet another piece of my maturity had been stripped away from me–this time, literally. I could feel my cheeks begin to heat up as I realized this was the first time in years anyone had seen me without the support of my padding. At least, with the lights on. I wasn’t a total prude, even if Kate presumed as much, but guys tended to miss details like that when in a more horizontal position. It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed my mind, but it was a LOT more present now–since our cousins were seeing me in such a flat state, my normal ensemble didn’t matter any more. Even when I got my stuff back, Luna and Lilah would know that my boobs were ‘all in the bra,’ no matter what I wore. “Well, what do you think, Annie?” Kate asked. She walked me to the edge of the bed that was covered in clothes at this point. It was easy to see which three outfits were for me, as one of them was the hideous one my sister had already held up. That, and all three were neatly laid out in comparison to the surrounding chaos of dismissed options. “Do you have a favorite?” No. I didn’t. My ‘favorite’ was always going to be the fourth outfit, the one that I chose. It might have been too late for that, however, as I had dawdled too long changing into the training bra and never got a chance to find something that would impress the girls while simultaneously covering the pull-ups I was stuck in. I hadn’t been paying any attention to the conversation across the room a minute ago, but maybe Kate finally covered for me. The two other outfits had skirts, rather than anything that would have been impossible to wear over the bulky underwear. Of course, that benefited her as well, since she could keep dangling the secret over my head without any extra complications. As for what was laid out for me, I was surprisingly in favor of Kate’s choice compared to the others. The first option was a pink tulle skirt and a plain white top, but the bottom half alone was enough to make me almost vomit in disgust. The second actually had a decently cute skirt, but the striped top was almost as bad as the skirt before it. The only issue with Kate’s was the super immature look, but at least it was a more casual combination. I hesitated, not quite sure what to say. Even if my sister’s selection might have been the least painful to look at, I didn’t exactly want to give her the satisfaction of admitting I liked hers the best. For once, I was glad Kate spoke before I had the chance to. “Really, Luna?” she asked. Stepping over and fiddling with the tulle material, she gave our cousin a teasing smile, “Not exactly a mini golf outfit.” “Yeah, but we’re going out for dinner tomorrow. This would look super cute with the red hair!” “Oh, perfect. Good choice, then; pink is Annie’s favorite color!” “Really?” Luna smiled, “You can totally have all my old pink stuff.” It took everything in me to keep the idle smile on my face. Despite how pink was very much my least favorite color, I made myself commit to the sickening girly girl act. “Oh my God, really?” I asked. The only way to stop standing there in the degrading bra was to push through. Flashing her a big smile, kept leaning into filler words that I normally wouldn’t be caught dead using. “You’re, like, totally the best. Like, seriously!” “Really,” she said, “Here, I can start making a pink pile.” “And I can help little Annie get changed. This one first, then?” Kate asked. Answering the question herself, she picked up the tulle skirt off the bed. “Come on, sis. There’s a bathroom down the hall.” Finally. Loath as I was to dress myself up like that, this was going to be the first chance for Kate and I to have a real conversation. We couldn’t get into much in the car without the risk of our parents overhearing, and the twins answered the door before any conversational progress could be made outside. Granted, a closed bathroom door still didn’t guarantee privacy in terms of a verbal conversation, but I could whisper-shout my grievances as easily as I could yell them. Following Kate out of the bedroom after giving the back of my skirt a nervous tug or two in the hopes nothing was poking out from underneath the skirt, I felt self conscious all over again when I stepped out into the hall. Even though it wasn’t my bedroom, the act of leaving the privacy of a room while being half topless affected me all the same. Hurrying to match Kate’s stride, I scurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind us before anyone else could see the humiliating state of my chest. A cramped bathroom wasn’t exactly the ideal place to do it, but I was still ready to face off with my sister. This had gone SO much further than what was supposed to be a simple dare that was embarrassing enough to begin with, and she still wasn’t letting up. Except I never got the chance to say anything. The moment I turned around, Kate shoved the pacifier in my mouth. “Mmm!” Whining into the plastic and silicone, my reflexive squirming didn’t do much when she was actively pushing it against my mouth. I was also half stuck between her and the closed bathroom door, though I still raised my hands and made the effort to push her back. “NO.” Abruptly reaching under my skirt, Kate grabbed the pull-ups and roughly pushed them up before shifting them forward and back to create the most horrifying massage of my own mess. “Hold still, you fucking twelve year old brat.” My strength evaporated immediately. I was not prepared for the aggression, or the disgusting sensations, or the harshness in Kate’s eyes and voice. Squirming more in discomfort than protest for a moment, I dropped my arms and let my sister do whatever she wanted. “Good girl,” Kate said. “You know, all I really wanted was for our cousins to see you in pull-ups. But God, you just made everything else so easy. It’s almost like you want to be my little sister.” ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (85+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Chapter Four June didn’t really have a plan. Ever since Elizabeth had been invited to spend the night at her apartment, June had only been motivated by doing whatever it took to inconvenience and embarrass her boss. So far, things had gone well. Better than June had initially expected, as she was now in control of Elizabeth’s wallet and cell phone. And with only a suitcase full of juvenile clothes, Elizabeth probably wouldn’t be showing her face outside their hotel suite. It wasn’t until June stepped out of the elevator onto the main floor that she realized the possibilities now that she was the only one from their company present for the first evening of the conference. For the next few hours, she could quite literally make herself the face of their department. Initially, this had been all about screwing with Elizabeth’s career. But, what if . . . Instead of going with her original idea to apologize for her boss’s absence, and letting slip that Elizabeth had missed her flight due to oversleeping, June could quite literally pretend that she was the one who had been sent for the various pitches that Elizabeth was supposed to be in charge of. Long term, that was so much better than simply dropping comments that made Elizabeth look irresponsible, untrustworthy, etc. If she played her cards right, June might actually be able to save her career. Elizabeth wouldn’t be capable of firing her if everyone saw how much business June had personally succeeded in bringing to the company. Or, best of both worlds, they would also see that Elizabeth wasn’t nearly as hardworking as she pretended to be. ‘One step at a time,’ June told herself. That was how everything had worked out well up until this point. Rather than some long term scheme, she would continue focusing on the present and adapting along the way. Still, June had to think quickly. She couldn’t tell any outright lies that would later be contradicted. The thing about Elizabeth’s flight was fine because June knew she’d be able to sell that as an excuse to her boss later. Of course, she would have left out the oversleeping part of it, leaving Elizabeth to apologize for her delayed arrival while their potential client would know why she missed the flight. Now that she was speaking for herself, however, June had to be careful. She couldn’t just make up some job title for herself, as the people she’d be talking to tonight would eventually be meeting her higher ups. Plus keeping track of lies was such a chore. She’d be better off weaving clever half-truths and letting her expertise speak for herself. After all, June knew the presentation material better than Elizabeth did. It turned out that pulling that off was a lot easier than expected. All June really had to do was talk about her experience at the company. How she originally started in more of an admin capacity, but was currently in the process of transitioning to more of a business associate role. It might have been a slight stretch, as no one had officially offered her such a position, but she could always claim that someone must have misheard her if someone back at the office ever called her out on it. Because for the most part, it was true. She started more as an admin/assistant, had recently been looped into a number of important conversations, and was now quite literally being flown halfway across the country to assist with securing a major client. For all intents and purposes, she had a promotion coming, as long as Elizabeth was out of the way. Being burdened with most of Elizabeth’s paperwork also ended up giving June an enormous edge as she continued networking throughout the evening. One of their current clients asked about her, and June was quick to clarify what actually was the truth. “Oh, Ms. Harris mostly handles communication. I’m the one responsible for managing most of her accounts. Didn’t I just work on a project that streamlined the way your company does inventory the other month?” June made a point to downplay the memory, while also casually giving herself all the credit. Meanwhile, she aimed to make Elizabeth sound like one of those middle managers who only delegated without actually doing any work herself. That was more or less what Elizabeth was like, anyway. Though Elizabeth contributed at some capacity, June was more than happy to take all the credit for a job that Elizabeth had only done maybe 15% of compared to June’s 85%. There was also no need for June to abandon her first idea. Whenever she had the chance, she innocently mentioned that Elizabeth overslept and missed her flight. Since tomorrow was a completely different battle, June decided to cover her bases. Ideal world, Elizabeth would be trapped in the hotel suite all weekend. However, June really doubted that her boss would take that lying down. Somehow, someway, she would need to figure out if it was possible to solo the weekend. Then a crazy idea presented itself to her in the form of the very same potential client she and Elizabeth had been sent there to land. There were a few other meetings with current clients they would be responsible for, but all of those paled in comparison to the business they were charged with bringing in. After purposely avoiding the female CEO for a good hour or so, as she didn’t want to come across as too desperate or eager, June finally found a window to introduce herself when the two of them were ordering a new round of drinks. In reality, it was June’s first actual cocktail, as she had been drinking tonic water thus far in order to stay on her game while appearing as if she was socializing over drinks like everyone else. All the other conversations had been with people she had either met before or already heard the names of. That’s why it had been so easy to nonchalantly talk herself up while simultaneously putting Elizabeth down. This was different. Taking a completely different approach, June opted to simply be genuine and not play any games. That was where June was nothing at all like Elizabeth. Though June was more than capable of playing the professional role, she was also more down to earth and direct than most people in her department. It was probably why she got noticed, as she simply got to the point with her good ideas, rather than circling for five minutes in corporate speak like she witnessed all the time in various meetings. She and Ruth only talked for a few minutes, during which June got the chance to hear about Ruth’s company. It was a good way to both break the ice and to glean a bit of information that might help with their pitch the following day. Apparently Ruth’s company was rather family oriented, and put a major focus on work/life balance. It could have been bullshit, considering how countless companies claim such things on the surface while actually taking advantage of their employees left and right. The more Ruth talked, the less that seemed to be the case. To her, after rising through the ranks while also being constantly stressed about juggling family commitments, it only seemed fair to not burden anyone else with such challenges. As long as everyone got their work done in a timely manner, Ruth didn’t mind people leaving halfway through the day to pick up a sick child from school, or working remotely when they had responsibilities at home to tackle as well. In fact, there were often times where individuals would come to work with their kid, provided their presence wasn’t disruptive to everyone else. The more June heard, the more the gears in her head started turning. She definitely didn’t want to blindside Ruth at the pitch tomorrow, but also wanted to test the waters in case she could get Elizabeth on board. “That sounds like a really healthy work culture,” June said, “I’m responsible for my niece here and there this weekend, and scheduling has been a nightmare with all the meetings I’m going to be involved with.” That’s all it took. “You’re more than welcome to bring her tomorrow if it makes things easier for you,” Ruth shrugged, “As long as she’s not a distraction, of course.” “Thank you for the offer. I’ll keep it in mind,” June said, “And I really appreciate it. Her parents still have to get back to me about a couple details, but I can call ahead and let your office know in advance if I end up deciding to do that. It’ll certainly be easier than dropping her off somewhere, or commuting back and forth across the city all day.” Ruth went on to explain how that’s exactly why she makes a constant effort to avoid such complications. Instead of wasting time and money on this or that, she’d rather everyone do what’s simplest and easiest whenever possible. By the time she shook Ruth’s hand and expressed how she was looking forward to their meeting tomorrow, June was just barely able to focus on the woman before her. Her thoughts were solely on whether or not she would be able to convince Elizabeth to go along with something like that. June was too young to pass a girl Elizabeth’s size as her daughter, but maybe the ‘niece’ concept would work out. The clothes already did wonders to make Elizabeth look younger, especially with the messy braid. If June had thirty minutes to really put in the effort, Elizabeth might actually be able to pass as a tween girl. A more immature outfit than the one Elizabeth had chosen, a clever combo of hair/make-up, rounded off with how dramatic the contrast would be when June towered over her in business attire? It definitely wasn’t the half of a drink that made it sound like a good idea. June was still completely sober, yet pretty convinced she could pull it off. There was just the matter of getting Elizabeth on board . . . Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s time upstairs hadn’t been nearly as productive as June’s. For nearly thirty minutes, she just sulked. Instead of networking and putting her face to all the projects she had taken full credit for, she was sequestered to her hotel room. Now that June was gone and there was no time pressure, Elizabeth more thoroughly perused the suitcase her assistant had incorrectly grabbed. By the time every single outfit piece was sitting on the bed, Elizabeth was confident that she was wearing the only decent combination available. Most of the tees and tank tops were brighter and girlier than the colors she wore on a daily basis in both her personal and professional life. Huffing in annoyance, she stuffed everything back into the suitcase without any rhyme or reason. She didn’t plan on wearing anything but what she had reluctantly tried on to shut June up. First thing tomorrow, they were going to skip breakfast and go shopping instead. As for the ‘divide and conquer’ strategy June mentioned, Elizabeth found that it didn’t actually make any sense. All their materials were in June’s room. Since Elizabeth had already memorized all of her presentations, there was really nothing else to prepare. She had already gone over the information again and again throughout the last week or so. It took all of ten minutes of pacing back and forth and speed talking through the first few meetings for her to verify that she still knew everything backwards and forwards. Without a phone or laptop, Elizabeth was bored within the hour. Taking June’s suggestion, as she was quite used to her assistant anticipating her needs at this point, Elizabeth picked up the phone and ordered herself a small feast via room service. She would have spent the funds at the bar this evening anyway, plus she was used to treating herself on the company’s dime. On top of that, June had been the one to make the reservations, which meant it would be June’s company card that was charged for whatever Elizabeth ordered. Showing that her assistant was being irresponsible with her credit card was yet another thing Elizabeth could add to the list in terms of getting the girl fired. Elizabeth was a little bit worried about ordering herself wine. Thanks to her size, she was carded quite often, even when dressed more nicely than any college student could afford. If that happened at upscale bars in expensive clothes, she could only imagine what would happen in her current get-up. She was still tempted to change back into her PJs, if only because that’s what her more adult self would wear. However, she decided to stay in the jean shorts and white top on the off chance that June returned early enough that they could head to a nearby store. Things were open later in the city, though Elizabeth’s current lack of technology meant she couldn’t check out the surrounding area. As for drinking, that would be fine, since they reserved the room as young adults. Just to be safe, Elizabeth even requested they leave the tray outside the door. She would often do that anyway, as retrieving her food was preferable to dealing with tedious small talk. Without any other way to entertain herself, Elizabeth found a decent movie to watch. The overpriced food and wine was helpful in taking the edge off after a frustrating day. Still, it was difficult to relax when she was stuck relying on her assistant even more than usual. Even if the airport had sorted things out with Elizabeth’s purse, June would be the one they called. And at this point, there was a chance June wasn’t paying attention to her phone if she was busy laying the groundwork for their meetings tomorrow. June was away until almost 10 PM. She let herself back into their suite and found herself face to face with Elizabeth almost immediately. The more casually dressed girl was lounging on the sofa and was more than halfway done with the nearby bottle of red. “Finally,” Elizabeth huffed, “What took you so long?” “There were a lot of people to talk to,” June said. Getting right to it, she stepped farther into the living room, “Listen, Elizabeth. We need to talk. I have an idea that will give us an edge against the competition tomorrow, but it’s a little bit unorthodox.” “I’m listening,” Elizabeth replied. Sitting up slightly, she added on, “And it’s Ms. Harris.” “We already went over this.” Though she had no intentions of falling back to the more submissive language when they were in a private setting and her boss did not look like a professional woman at all, June split the difference by topping off Elizabeth’s glass. “Let’s worry about titles later. Besides, it won’t make any sense for me to call you that if we decide to commit to what I have in mind.” “And what do you have in mind, June?” That was part of why June had been later to return. After one or two more conversations by the bar, she had spent a good hour or so in a more secluded area drafting up an outline for how she might approach this concept that was going to be insulting no matter how she spun it. The goal was simple–to make Elizabeth see that the benefits would outweigh the blow to her pride. Of course, a little wine couldn’t hurt the equation. She also predicted that leaving Elizabeth alone for longer would ensure that she’d be at least a little tipsy. That was only partially the case, as clearly the petite young woman had been working through the bottle a lot more slowly than the previous evening. So, using the same strategy as she had done back at the apartment, June took it upon herself to refill the glass in a way that ensured Elizabeth would keep drinking. Maybe it was wrong to intentionally lower her inhibitions, but June had been pushed to the point where she would do whatever it took to both protect herself and get a bit of justice/vengeance for Elizabeth’s selfishness and laziness. Intentionally stalling, June started by talking about Ruth’s company. Acting like she was debriefing Elizabeth on the information she had gleaned downstairs, while really setting the stage for what was to come. All while letting Elizabeth sip more wine along the way. Most importantly, June emphasized how family was something their soon to be client valued. She was certainly stretching the truth, as it sounded like Ruth’s real goal was keeping her people happy from a mental health and work/life balance standpoint, but Elizabeth didn’t need to know that. Children had been mentioned enough times in the earlier conversation, as that had been Ruth’s personal struggle as both a mother and a business woman. The nuances didn’t matter quite as much when it was just June and Elizabeth, as long as the end result could be achieved. “Anyway,” June said, “I would have cleared it with you first, but you lost your phone. Basically, I floated the idea that I might be stuck with my niece for part of the day tomorrow, and the CEO encouraged me to bring her to the meeting if that simplified my schedule.” “Your niece?” Elizabeth asked, “This is a business trip. Why the fuck would you have to watch your niece at all? That’s not what you’re here for.” June took a breath, as if she was hesitant to continue. Taking the bait without realizing it, Elizabeth scoffed. “What? Spit it out, June.” Pausing for another second to really sell it, June explained, “I think we should say that you’re my niece. Let me give the presentation, and show Ruth that they’ll be working with people that share their family values.” “Umm, what? That’s ridiculous.” It was one thing to be mistaken as underage at the liquor store. This was something else entirely. “It’s not ridiculous,” June simply said, “Here, give it a try. Call me ‘Aunt June.’” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 33 For a few long seconds, Cassidy stayed in the mostly out of sight place she had found. One of the larger vendor tents more or less blocked her entirely from the crowds on the other side, but hiding away wouldn’t do her much good in the long term. Quinn had only given her ten minutes, and Cassidy was nervous that half that time had already been spent carefully making it to where she was mostly sure that one of the jewelry shops was. That meant that she had to get moving now, or everything she had done so far would be for nothing. Stripping. Messing her diapers. Stupidly telling Quinn and company her last name. If she wasn’t back with expensive, stolen accessories for them, this mortifying nightmare would no longer be contained to just her sister and a few people she would never see again. Despite the clear and pressing mission she had come this far to attempt, Cassidy suddenly found herself frozen. She couldn’t! It was honestly less about the stealing–although she was also a nervous mess about that as well–and more that she was nearly naked save the worst possible underwear for a girl her age. Were the other alternatives to the either/or Quinn had thrown at her? Maybe racing back and tattling to Margot could fix things. It felt super immature to go to a girl about her same age for help, but there was a lot on the line now that social media was involved. Before Cassidy could think things through in the limited time she had left, or make a decision of any sort, a familiar voice cut through her flustered mind. “Cassie?” Audrey asked, as she approached from the same direction Cassidy had come from a minute ago. “What are you doing?!” Cassidy’s eyes widened at the unexpected appearance of the last person she wanted to see right now. How?! How did her sister find her, when Cassidy had been so careful to stay out of sight? It hadn’t been a perfect route, but she thought she had avoided everyone pretty well. There wasn’t a phone on her to track, and Audrey wouldn’t have the credentials for that anyway. Reading the surprise on her face pretty easily, Audrey just rolled her eyes. “Look at you,” she scoffed, gesturing to the general bareness save for the padded underwear, “I’m sure half the people on this side of the park noticed some brat streaking around the edge of the grounds. You’re lucky I noticed you before security did. Although anyone could have called them at this point, so come on. Let’s find you something to wear.” “Audrey, wait! Hold on. I-” Suddenly, Cassidy was grateful that Audrey had noticed her and followed her back here. Now that her sister was here, Cassidy was within arm’s reach of all the things in Audrey’s bag. With the invisible clock that was still ticking down every second, however, she needed to be quick. “My credit card!” Cassidy blurted out, “You need to go buy jewelry for me.” She audibly raced through the vague details about how she needed something for two girls and one guy, immediately realizing how weird it must sound for someone who wasn’t dealing with the pressure that she was. Audrey looked a little confused, followed by that same judgmental look she put on whenever Cassidy was ‘freaking out over nothing.’ The same expression every time, whether it was at the Faire or somewhere else, designed to demean Cassidy without anyone else catching on to the fact that she was obviously doing it on purpose. “Priorities, Cassie. For fuck’s sake, you’re wearing a diaper. Was that your big plan, little sis? Get changed, just to run away like an immature tween who doesn’t think things through? I told you to stay when I dropped you off. And what do you do instead?” “Audrey, please!” Cassidy begged, “You don’t understand. I only have so much time, and-” “Wait. Cassidy, did you wet yourself again?!” “N-no. Listen, this is important! If I don’t-” “You totally did!” Audrey exclaimed. She strutted right up to Cassidy and grabbed the base of the diapers. “You-” This time, Audrey cut herself off. No longer able to keep the exaggerated look of patronizing annoyance going, she gasped and gave a wicked smile when she felt the unexpected weight. Eyes lighting up in amusement, she gazed down at the now deeply blushing girl. “Cassie. Did you shit in your diapers?!” Cassidy had been so focused on the task at hand that she had fleetingly become numb to the mortifying fact that she was walking around with the padded underwear full and slightly sagging. Now that the attention had been pulled away from her lack of modesty and back to the other aspect of her shame and humiliation, however, she needed Audrey to understand that this was not her fault. Not after Cassidy’s younger sister had already set things up for a daytime wetting that she got to witness firsthand. “Quinn made me!” she exclaimed. “Uh huh.” Rather than releasing her grip on the diapers, Audrey pushed up and gave Cassidy’s pelvis a good rub. “You’re saying one of the girls on staff did this to you?” “Audrey, stop!!” Cassidy gasped at the awful sensations below. Gravity had kept the ‘accident’ somewhat down in just the padding so far, but what her sister was doing was so much worse. Not only was it an unpleasant reminder of what had happened in front of Quinn and the others, but it also spread around the mess and made her feel that much dirtier down there. “AUDREY.” Audrey just rolled her eyes. “You’re so whiny, Cassie.” Not relenting in the slightest, she smirked and slowly began shifting the diapers forward. “Be a big girl and tell me what happened. Then I’ll stop, okay?” “I don’t have time!” Cassidy exclaimed. She tried to slap her sister’s hand away, although it was impossible to do much when she was trying to keep her upper half covered as well. “I need to get back. Like, now!” “Cassie.” No longer looking judgmental or amused, Audrey let go of the diapers and took a step back. The relief was short lived, however, as what she said next was almost worse than the physical torment. “Start talking, or I’ll call security on you myself.” Was that a bluff?! Based on how casually cruel Audrey had been basically ever since they arrived, Cassidy didn’t doubt that her sister would follow through on a threat like that. It was quite the lose/lose. Talking to Audrey was going to burn time that Cassidy didn’t have, but being dragged to who knows where by the faire’s security would absolutely ensure that she wouldn’t make it back in time to stop Quinn and Molly from ruining her life via social media. “Okay, okay!” Cassidy groaned. She tried to hit the highlights as efficiently as possible, praying that Audrey would for once take her side and help her deal with the current situation. Cassidy didn’t have to abide by the ‘no covering’ rule now that she was out of sight of the difficult teenagers, so she kept both arms clutched over her chest at all times. “ . . . so I need to get all of them jewelry, and need to be back really soon. Like really soon,” she concluded, putting emphasis on the time pressure. At this point, she was banking on Quinn to show a little mercy, as there was no way Cassidy was going to make it back in under ten minutes. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 26 Amelia was fuming by the time she left the classroom. She couldn’t blow up at the teacher for risk of getting into even more trouble. Instead, she merely swallowed her pride, and stood by the desk as she was given three separate infractions. Three. For instigating a fight, for lying, and for swearing. The former was the most serious, as was explained to her. The others, however, would begin to carry more weight for repeat transgressions. For a girl who had never gotten into trouble at any school, ever, it was a lot to handle despite knowing that she wasn’t really a student. The moment she stepped out into the hall, Amelia’s apologetic face disappeared in favor of a pissed off scowl. She was tempted to track down Summer and give the girl a piece of her mind. However, that held all the same problems as before–Amelia was an adult, even if no one at Westridge believed it. If she verbally went off on the girl, it might cause problems after Amelia got herself out of the role she was currently stuck in. And, on top of that, Summer was apparently a star pupil with girlfriends who would back up her lies. If Amelia targeted her now, especially after receiving an infraction for starting a ‘fight,’ it would just land Amelia in more trouble. Her real anger should be focused on Ashley, but Amelia had no idea how to find the eighteen year old who started all this. She could be anywhere, plus the uniforms made every girl look kind of the same when this was Amelia’s first day. The next thing on the schedule was a study hour, then dinner. Ms. Song had explained how the hour before lunch and the hour before dinner could be allotted to any number of things. Some girls signed up for extracurriculars; some opted for the extra study time. While far more strict than public schools, the academy certainly offered more freedoms than the nonstop classes she had grown up with. Unfortunately, Amelia wouldn’t get the chance to enjoy the hour. If it were up to her, she would spend the whole time breathing after a frustrating and demeaning afternoon. However, she was stuck in the remedial courses for both Science and History. That was also different from girl to girl. In her case, there were two academic subjects from the aptitude test that she did poorly on. According to Ms. Song, the school approached such shortcomings by paralleling the catch-up work and the ongoing courses. As in, Amelia would have to attend the science class she just sat through, as well as a second hour of the remedial content. And be expected to keep up with both. Finally, there was religion. While it wasn’t weighted nearly as much as the core subjects, it was still viewed as a historically important requirement at the boarding school. Amelia would be issued materials to read on her own time, and had also been signed up for a course on Sunday mornings. It was a lot. There was a reason Amelia had planned on using Westridge as a stepping stone. The pay and benefits were good, and the school opened a lot of doors for students and faculty alike, but it was not a place she’d see herself at long term. If this is how ‘intermediate students,’ as middle school girls were labeled here, were treated, Amelia could only imagine the course load the older girls had to go through. She much preferred her upbringing in comparison. “Millie Roberts?” An older woman was waiting for her in the empty classroom Amelia had been directed towards. A prefect had noticed the aimless wandering of a new girl, and had pointed her in the right direction. “Good afternoon. I’m Mrs. Fletcher, your private teacher for the day.” Amelia had considered not going. The office was still open, and nothing was standing in the way of her marching over there and trying to clear this whole thing up. Emphasis on ‘trying.’ The fact that every single person so far had believed that she was thirteen made Amelia feel self conscious in all kinds of ways. And then, instead of the perfect student she truly was, now every teacher viewed her as a transfer student who was barely passing most of her classes. Would anyone believe the claim that she was actually a college graduate? Or would that just make things worse with Ashley, the girl who had stashed away Amelia’s phone and ID–the only items that could prove the truth about who she was? Against her better judgment, like usual, Amelia simply followed the schedule of the student everyone believed her to be. That was the best way to keep Ashley happy, and to avoid more trouble. Maybe her ‘cousin’ was happy about all this, but that didn’t mean Amelia was. “Whatever,” she replied to the woman. Not only did it make her sound like a moody teenager, but the attitude was more in line with the girl in her file than her actual self. “Okay, then.” Mrs. Fletcher didn’t flinch. She gestured to the front row, for Amelia to pick any of the open seats. “What would you like to work on, Millie?” She briefly explained the choice. They could do history in the morning and science in the afternoon, which would make each of the subjects go back to back with the regular classes, or they could do the reverse if Amelia would prefer. As a future student teacher herself, Amelia understood. Different learning styles. Either stick with the same subject while her mind was calibrated for it, or shift gears to freshen things up and stay engaged in a different way. She still had a bad taste in her mouth from the previous class, so it was an easy choice. “History,” Amelia said. It’s not like it mattered; this was the first and only remedial session she was going to have before leaving. Though it was meant to catch her up, the hour of private teaching really showcased how much Amelia had forgotten. The big names and dates still stuck out in her mind, but her memory had dropped everything else over the years to make room for the things she learned in her high school and university classes. Mrs. Fletcher didn’t comment on how many times her gauging questions went without answer, but Amelia wasn’t actually a young teen. She could read the silent judgment and subtle worry all over the woman’s face. A lazy, troublesome public school girl. That’s all she saw Amelia as. By the time the lesson was over, the uniformed blonde’s brain felt like mush. The actual classes had already been a lot on top of being hit with the truth of Ashley’s game, but Amelia could hardly think straight after being barraged with history she was expected to retain for her retest on Friday. To round out the session, Mrs. Fletcher gave Amelia a small packet to complete. The pages were meant to review everything they had just gone over; the faux student was to try the whole thing by herself, and then use the textbook to find any answers she couldn’t remember. “That will be all, Millie,” Mrs. Fletcher said. She collected her materials, then added on, “Is there something you wish to say?” Polite. Proper. “Yes, Mrs. Fletcher,” Amelia replied. It was already turning into habit after Ms. Song and everyone after her harped on how to appropriately address authority members on campus. “Thank you for the lesson.” “You’re very welcome, dear. Do you need help finding your way to the dining hall?” “No, Mrs. Fletcher.” The academic buildings might have been difficult to navigate. They all looked the same with their old stone, and a sea of uniformed girls had added a layer of chaos to the unfamiliar campus earlier. But the dining hall was impossible to miss; it was just one big room. Amelia was having trouble remembering when exactly her day would officially be over in terms of Ashley being satisfied. At the moment, admittedly, she was a little hungry. Breakfast was the last time Amelia had eaten, and it was a pretty early meal, too. Besides, that’s probably where she’d find her alleged cousin. She crossed the large courtyard between most of the main buildings, blushing a bit when she saw a cluster of other uniformed girls who were heading to dinner with unfettered arms. In contrast, Amelia was carrying a mountain of books. Maybe her dorm was better? If she could retrace her steps without someone’s help. Wait, and what if it was locked? Ashley hadn’t given her a key . . . “Millie!” An enthusiastic voice off to her left called out. Amelia turned to see a brunette girl waving at her. At first glance, she thought it was one of her ‘classmates’ as she squinted to see the girl against the setting sun. As the brunette approached, however, Amelia realized that it was Claire. “Hey, brat,” Ashley’s co-conspirator smiled, “How was your first day?” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 23 Rather than taking Paige’s approach of pulling one thing at a time out of the bag containing my undergarments, Annika simply turned it upside down and dumped all the contents out. All my underwear and remaining bras, now piled on the blonde’s lap, and a little bit on my sister’s as well. It’s not like the organization–or lack thereof–would have been any better inside the small bag itself, but actually seeing it was easily worse. I put a lot of work into keeping my room neat and tidy, including every drawer, and this was the complete opposite. Not to mention the fact that every girl here was getting to see my entire collection, something that had been previously private to me and those who I chose to share it with. After reaching in and making sure to get the last few pieces that gravity hadn’t taken care of, Annika set the bag down next to her and started filling it back up with anything that didn’t match one of the bras that Paige and I had cut up. Anything that wasn’t black, white, red, or blue was put back away. At least Annika wasn’t making a show of displaying every garment to the other girls along the way, although I still didn’t love the fact that another girl was handling my underwear. Although it was more that she was one of Paige’s friends; I wouldn’t have cared if one of my own friends was helping me pack or something and going through my things in that regard. As she worked, Violet took the scissors from me and passed them back down the line until Paige was holding them again. “Hmm, that should do it,” Annika said. She selected a dark blue thong from the underwear that remained piled up on her lap, and wasted no time in taking the blades from my sister. This time around, she did aim for a little more bravado. Annika dangled the thong from her fingertips, letting everyone get a good look at it for a few seconds. “Annika, wait!” I exclaimed. It wasn’t that I was having second thoughts about all this. Bras were way more expensive than underwear, and the damage had already been done to the former. I could suffer through losing a few pairs of the latter, especially when they no longer had anything to match to. However, the sky blue lace boyshorts that matched the most recent bra I had cut up were still sitting amidst the small collection in front of Annika; I could see the familiar fabric peeking out near her lower thigh. So why was she about to destroy my blue thong? “Miley, hush,” Violet said, “A bet’s a bet.” “That’s not the right pair,” I pointed out. Suffering in silence was one thing when it was what I had actually begrudgingly signed up for by making such a terrible wager, but this hadn’t been part of it. Also, underwear hadn’t even been part of the bet! Paige had just twisted ‘one bra’ into ‘three bras and matching underwear,’ and I had once again gone along with it out of desperation. My favorite bra, and my driver’s license. Those were what I wanted, and it was a little embarrassing how much I was sacrificing for the things that were already supposed to be mine. Before anyone could say anything else, Annika opened the scissors all the way and cut all the way through the thong. I gasped in both shock and disbelief. She did not just do that. “Annika!!” “Miley.” Her voice was totally flat in contrast. “You lost, remember? And Violet told you to shush.” “But-” “One more word out of you, and I’m going to add another bra or five to the pile.” Did I even have five left? Not counting sports bras, which didn’t look like they had been included in the bag Paige and whoever else had filled, I only had so many everyday use ones. In fact, there might have been exactly five left. Was she threatening to ruin all my bras, rather than exaggerating with a random number? It would have been easy enough for them to get a count before starting all this, especially since it seemed like Paige had thought of this bet before I had joined them, and prepped for it. Why else would my lingerie be stashed so close? I hated how simple yet effective Annika’s threat was. Trying to defend my underwear had resulted in the exact opposite of what I had intended; just like that, there was even more on the line than there was before. And my abrupt silence was obvious proof that I wasn’t willing to push my luck by calling out how none of this made sense. Annika broke character pretty quickly; her serious expression faded, and she gave a tiny smirk towards my compliance. “That’s what I thought. If only you were better behaved in general, Miley. Now, what was it you politely asked us to do with your matching underwear? Paige?” “She asked us to cut them up,” Paige said. “Exactly,” Annika continued. She lifted a plain pair of black panties next, which were very much not the other half to the lace set of the bra I had cut up with my own hands. Once again, she wasted no time in cutting through them. “Last time I checked, black matches black. And a lighter bra can be so cute with darker underwear. Just to be safe, I’m going to have to cut up all the colors that you did, Miley.” Violet giggled from right next to me. “Good idea! Besides, she’s a little too young to be wearing thongs anyway.” “SO true!” Paige grinned. She reached across Annika and grabbed the bag of lingerie. “Let’s get rid of those, too. It’s not like my sister has much of an ass, anyway.” Wait, this wasn’t part of the deal either!! I was already wrestling with the concept that Annika was planning on destroying a lot more than I had counted on. While I didn’t own that many blues and reds, there were a variety of blacks and whites currently on the chopping block. But all my thongs? I was used to snide remarks about my size when it came to Paige. However, I was very much not prepared for this kind of audacity. Reading my mind a bit, or perhaps just guessing based on my body language, Violet turned towards me with a quiet, “Shh . . . ” In an increasingly familiar gesture, she pulled me in a little more tightly by our linked arms. She lowered her voice, although that didn’t guarantee that her words were just for me. “It’s okay, Miley. We brought you new underwear, remember?” Right. ‘New.’ I was pretty sure Paige’s friends had individually raided their old closets before coming over, rather than buying me anything from the store on the way. And the panties in my drawer upstairs weren’t just immature; they were boring. Even when I was Miley’s age, I didn’t just have a collection of plain, white panties. And I had long outgrown the girly pinks and purples that were up there as well. As Violet’s words sunk in, it dawned on me just how much of a gullible idiot I had been. Had that been their plan all along?! Manipulate things to the point where they had an excuse to get rid of all my undergarments, so I would be stuck with the hand-me-downs that were up in my bedroom? By the time Paige and Annika were done with the ‘matching’ underwear and the thongs, at least half my collection would be gone. I was tempted to squirm out of Violet’s grip and demand for all of this to stop. If I raised my voice enough, maybe Noelle would come down here and see what was going on. No, that was stupid. It would be so easy for Paige to stuff everything back in the bag the moment she heard footsteps upstairs. The bigger question was, how far was I going to let this go? Cutting my losses now would mean that I had come down here and done a lot of this to myself for nothing, but staying could potentially result in Paige systematically culling my lingerie collection until there was nothing left. “Oh no, Miley,” Paige said. Similar to the way Annika had been dangling the last few garments from her fingertips, my sister did the same thing with the dark green thong that matched the bra I had done so much to save. “What now? We already said that your thongs need to go . . . ” Somehow, I managed to bite my tongue. She was trying to goad a reaction out of me, or perhaps just a couple of words. Speaking up for myself would result in more of my bras being ruined, which was easily the more expensive punishment, but staying silent risked losing half my favorite lingerie set. Paige knew it, too. I would be screwed if I had done so much to hold onto the bra, only to find that the thong wasn’t currently available to purchase anywhere. Though Annika recently made the point about how things didn’t have to match exactly, something I was well aware of myself, I also knew that whatever else I could find to wear with the bra would pale in comparison to how it looked with the underwear that had literally been designed to go with it. “I suppose Annika could spare this one,” she mused, as if her friend was the one making such decisions, “If you give her a real apology.” It was Annika’s turn to grin, as she added on, “and admit that you don’t really have an ass.” “Or boobs,” Paige smirked. “Or hips, really,” Annika bounced off her, “Did she really try to tell her babysitter that she was eighteen?” “She’d be hard pressed to pull off ‘fifteen,’ especially with how immature she acts. But no, definitely not ‘eighteen.’ I think we all know which one of us is the bigger sister. What do you think, Miley? Apologize to Annika properly, and admit that you don’t have any curves? Or . . . ” Reading her mind, Annika emphatically snipped the air with the scissors, then held them up to the thong that Paige was holding up. This time, I couldn’t help it. “Don’t!” I protested. If I actually stopped to think about it, maybe I would consider that doing so much to protect a single set of lingerie wasn’t worth it. But the visual threat was too much, especially now that I had committed so far for the sake of the matching bra’s continued existence. While I knew that continuing to play Paige’s game was a terrible idea, I was also constantly being pressured to choose between two bad options. Between watching the duo cut up my favorite thong, or saying an apology that I didn’t really mean, it felt like a no brainer to go with the latter. “I’m sorry, Annika,” I mumbled. There still wasn’t a ton of feeling behind the words, but I tried a little harder than I had the previous time. “Sorry for what?” she asked, starting to bring the blades together. Reluctantly, I said, “For calling you a bitch . . . ” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" (45+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 32 Quinn immediately looked intrigued, but she managed to bite her lip. Asking Molly would be no fun, as waiting for the reveal of whatever she had in mind would be a lot more interesting. Of course, Cassidy was the one most in suspense amidst them, as she was the one it would no doubt affect the most. Molly pulled out her phone again, although this time she didn’t train it on Cassidy. Instead, she just tapped the screen here and there, idly smiling to herself as she did so. Finally, she showed the device to Quinn, whose smirk returned in full force at whatever she was seeing. Cassidy wasn’t kept in the dark for very long. A second later, Molly was turning the phone around to show her as well. It took a moment for the diapered blonde to realize what she was looking at. When it did click, her face practically whitened. “Molly, no!” she begged, “You have to delete that. Right now!” The teen had uploaded one of the pictures to her social media account. The very thing Cassidy had been doing everything in her power to avoid. Molly just shrugged. “Your call, Cassie. Right now, you’re not tagged. All my friends will just see some diapered girl who they’ll probably assume is my age. At least, until it’s flagged for nudity and taken down. So, here’s the deal. Make it back in time with pretty jewelry for us, and I’ll delete it. Take too long . . . ” Easily picking up on the implication, Quinn jumped back in. “Molly will add your name to the pic and I’ll post something, too. Believe it or not, these apps are pretty slow to catch inappropriate pictures. I bet it’ll be at least a few hours.” “And girls our age are so good at sharing when we see something amusing. Let’s be real; even if it’s taken down, will it really go away?” Molly said. Of course not. Not only would tagging her make the mortifying photo visible to basically all of her high school and college friends, but any of those people could save and/or repost it as well. Girls, to judge her for a much smaller chest than she advertised with her usual bra choice. Boys, to appreciate seeing a girl they knew topless. As for the diapers, Cassidy had no idea how anyone would react to that. Before Cassidy could project much further, Quinn pressured her to decide then and there. “You have ten minutes, Cassie. Starting . . . now!” Gasping at the sudden timer, Cassidy desperately looked back and forth from Quinn to Molly. “But- my clothes-” “You’re fine just how you are,” Quinn scoffed, “9 minutes, 55 seconds.” “Go, Cassie,” Molly said, “If you’re not over that fence in twenty seconds, I’m going to post twenty more photos.” At that, Cassidy squeaked in nervousness before leaping into action. She was already wasting time, and one photo was bad enough. Barely thinking through the possible obstacles and consequences for the mission she was being sent on, Cassidy scurried over to the fence, wincing all the while at how awkward it felt to be moving about in filled diapers. So far, she had only been standing in the bulky underwear after using them in such a humiliating way. Not only was the padding thicker than the pull-ups she had unwittingly worn around for half the day before wetting them, but running with the mess sagging beneath her was so much worse than walking through the grounds when she had just been wet. Never in a million years did she ever expect to be wishing for the used pull-ups she had been wearing before Audrey stuck her in the daycare tent. The fence was likely more for younger kids, as even Cassidy’s shortness didn’t seem like it was going to be much of a problem for the first literal obstacle in her way. She wasn’t the most athletic girl, but it also wasn’t the most difficult thing to climb. Finding a good grip on the simple metal and grateful that their section of the tent wasn’t facing the public area of the Faire, she left herself totally bare as she pushed off the ground to the best of her ability and hoisted herself up. Trying her very hardest to ignore the fact that she was nearly naked, and taking care not to get the thick padding caught on the top of the fence in any way, Cassidy swung a leg over while once again cringing at just how disgusting it felt to be doing any kind of physical activity in dirty diapers. She couldn’t dwell on it, however, as she was on an insanely tight schedule. Getting the other leg over, she dropped herself down on the other side of the barrier. “Run, Cassie, run!” Quinn called over to her. She giggled at her simple reference, then quietly said something to Molly and Noah afterwards. Cassidy couldn’t wait around to try and eavesdrop. They’d be talking about her once she was gone anyway, and she had less than five minutes to make it all the way to the jewelry vendor. She was only wearing shoes and diapers, and it was only now dawning on her that racing through the Faire itself was a horrible idea. There wasn’t a ton of security around beyond the front gate, but she didn’t want to risk being detained for indecent exposure. Whether they viewed her as a teenager or the college girl that she was, it wasn’t exactly acceptable to be running around without clothes on. Even though it would take longer, Cassidy decided to go around the perimeter of the vendor tents. She still wouldn’t be invisible, but hopefully only so many people would glimpse her if she kept moving. Also, boobs were not designed very well for running without any support. Not only did Cassidy cup her bare breasts for modesty, but she also held them in a way that would mitigate any unpleasurable shifting from how she was hurrying towards her destination. To pile onto the difficulties, she had to reconstruct the map of the fairgrounds in her mind. While she was somewhat familiar with the layout from coming here every summer, it’s not like everything was in the exact same place each time. Cassidy was mostly trying to remember things from the last few hours, and her memory was blurry thanks to how she had been distracted by the embarrassment of being dressed like a girly fairy and treated like a little girl basically everywhere they went. And, since she was circling from the outside, everything was backwards in her head on top of that. Cassidy paused to take a breath and think about how she was going to pull this off. Without a watch or phone, she had no idea how long it had been since she jumped the fence. No matter how much time she had left, however, there was still the enormously daunting task of actually stealing for the girls. And HOW?! She was just now putting together the fact that only wearing diapers wasn’t just a problem in terms of not wanting to be caught in public like that; it would also make her the most noticeable person, anywhere. She wasn’t the type to steal. But if she was, she would aim to casually browse until the vendor wasn’t looking. There was nothing casual about being topless and diapered, however. And yet, she would somehow have to grab something for Quinn, Molly, and Noah without getting caught . . . ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 29 Our cousins were more than happy to dig through the box of old clothes the moment that I agreed. It was pretty easy to tell that they were less excited about dressing me up and more interested in taking a trip down memory lane. They fawned over every other article of clothing pulled out of the box, and occasionally giggled and groaned over some of the not so stylish things they wore in their awkward tween years. Admittedly, I could see a small handful of potential outfits I could see my younger self wearing, but none of them really fit my college look. “Hey, Annie?” Kate set the outfit she had already picked out down on the end of the bed while getting my attention. “Earth to Annie. You need to pick one of your own outfits to show off! Need some help?” Not waiting for a reply, she took my hand and dragged me over to the dresser where my clothes had been organized for me. It wasn’t exactly the moment alone I had hoped for with my sister, as the twins were right across the room, but it was something. Starting with my distaste for the touchy-feely sister thing, I pinched the back of her hand with my nails while lowering my voice to a whisper. “Kate-” Right away, she shushed me. Despite all the patronizing ways she had already treated me, on top of the lies our cousins believed at the moment, I was instantly frustrated all over again. I hated–and I mean hated–being shushed. No matter the context. It was rude, and insensitive, and never as playful or funny as some girls thought. Which made it all the more obnoxious when Kate was doing it while pretending she was my older sister. “No. Listen to-” “Sssshhhhh.” Kate placed a finger to my lips. It was reminiscent of the way she tapped on the pacifier earlier, and the smirk on her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Even though we weren’t close as sisters, she still knew about my little idiosyncrasies. This one included. “Stop being so moody. Do you want my help or not, Annie?” Swallowing my pride, I gave one of those meek nods from before. Partly because I did want her help, and partly because I wanted this moment to be over before our cousins noticed how I was being treated. “Then behave,” she said, “Smile more. Giggle. Act like the little tween you look like, and I’ll help you. Okay?” I wanted to slap her. Except since she was saying everything in a smug murmur, and our cousins wouldn’t be able to interpret the devious look in her eyes like I could, doing something like that would only make me look like I had no control of my emotions. Instead, I was going to have to look immature in a totally different way. God, I was going to kill her for this. Was it too late to run downstairs and beg our aunt and uncle for help? I was too scared of Kate chasing me and yanking down my skirt. Pushing an exaggerated and pretty clearly forced smile on my face, I asked, “Like this?” My voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Something like that,” Kate replied. She took her hand away from my lips while rolling her eyes. Not satisfied, apparently, she pressed for more. “Now show me your best girly giggle.” Give an inch, lose a mile. Just like with the pull-ups, I had put myself in a situation where it felt easier to just do what Kate wanted. Otherwise, the smile would have been for nothing. Plastering another fake smile on my face, I gave her my best impression of a ditzy girl flirt-laughing. Blushing immediately at the sound I normally wouldn’t be caught dead doing, my smile faded and I waited for Kate’s approval. That was more than enough, wasn’t it? “God, you’re so CUTE.” Flicking one of my pigtails, she leaned in with that same confident smirk to speak as quietly as she did with some of her demeaning directives back in the car. “Keep it up, little sis. If you can last through the fashion show, maybe we can get you sorted before mini golf. What do you say?” There were a lot of things that I wanted to say, but I pushed down all of them. “I am, like, SO excited to try everything on!” Disgusting. As a college girl, I had absolutely no idea how to feign being the age Kate was presenting me as. Or that I was presenting myself as, though I wasn’t thinking of it like that. I just kept leaning into the valley girl thing, with some extra pep to sell the immaturity. “Much better,” Kate nodded. Finally stepping away and giving me a little personal space, she retrieved a folded white garment from her back pocket. “Now, first things first. Do you know how to put one of these on?” Fuck. I had forgotten all about the initial reason she and Lilah had gone downstairs. The training bra in Kate’s hand was meant for me, and there was no way I could talk myself out of it after literally just agreeing to keep up appearances until I made it through all the outfits picked out for me. Plus, the girls were right. Although I was small in the chest department, I still needed something to wear underneath any given outfit. And, since my bras were no doubt stashed away in Kate’s bags, I didn’t really have another option at the moment. “Of course I do,” I muttered. Belatedly realizing how quickly the scowl formed on my face to go along with my annoyance, I quickly transformed it back into a cheery smile. Oof, the whole ‘attitude’ thing was going to have to be a conscious effort, especially when it came to my sister needling me. “Like, duh!” I added, giggling almost as a way to apologize for screwing up a moment ago. “You sure you don’t my help?” Kate asked, “Why don’t you lift your arms? I can get that boring tank top off for you.” “That’s okay,” I replied. As expected, it was painfully difficult to keep the girly smile going while my sister was clearly trying to make things difficult for me. The last thing I needed was her stripping me right in front of our cousins, even if I could already hear her claiming that we’re all girls and all related, so it’s not a big deal. The only way I could think to get her off my back was by letting her ‘win.’ I took a step back, just in case, not wanting to give her the chance to get a grip on my top. “I’m twelve years old, Kate. I, like, totally know what I’m doing!” Based on her amused grin, it worked. “Oh, Annie, this is going to be so much fun!” She handed me the plain white bra. “Hop to it, little sis. We want to play dress up with you.” With another flick of the same pigtail, she practically skipped away to join our cousins and check out what they were selecting for me to try on. I let out a heavy sigh and turned around. My smile disappeared completely, and I mentally cursed out my brat of a sister. After making sure that the mirror in the corner wouldn’t reflect me in the slightest, I reluctantly peeled off my tank top. Facing away from the other three was the most privacy that I was going to get, though I still felt a blush coming on from my temporary exposure. Belatedly panicking at the thought of the pull-ups poking out of my skirt without the top to hide them, I was relieved to see that everything was fine. Except, of course, the fact that I was wearing pull-ups in the first place. The last time I had worn a training bra was, well, in middle school. But it was better than being fully topless. Wincing a little bit at the plain white undergarment, as it looked so cheap and boring compared to my stylish and expensive bras, I put it on before I could change my mind. Right away, I could feel the problem; it was way too small. While the material was admittedly more comfortable than a normal bra, there was a noticeable tightness around my chest once I had it in place. Adjusting the thing in an attempt to make it better, I gasped at the sight waiting for me when I looked down. They made me look totally flat. ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (85+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part Three “JUNE.” At work, Elizabeth would expect her assistant to appear within seconds when calling her in such a harsh and pissed off manner. Usually such a shrill tone was reserved for when something went wrong with a client’s order, regardless of how major the issue or whose fault it was, or if there was any kind of complication that messed with the status quo Elizabeth had come to expect. Since June was such a diligent worker and quick study, it hadn’t taken long for her boss to get accustomed to having an underling who was not only at her beck and call, but who provided a rather personalized service in terms of being able to anticipate Elizabeth’s needs and solve just about anything in a timely manner. This time around, however, Elizabeth couldn’t even wait the twenty seconds or however long it would take the girl to come running. She stormed out of her room, only to find an empty suite. Right. Because June was getting settled in her own room. Elizabeth immediately crossed the shared common area and burst into June’s bedroom, not bothering to knock or call through the door first. June was standing there in the same skirt she had worn on the plane, but only had a bra on above the waist. It was rather simple and plain, yet still showed off plenty of natural cleavage. Far more than Elizabeth had, even in her best push-up bra. “Elizabeth!” June exclaimed. She didn’t cover up, as it wasn’t that big of a deal for another female to see half undressed, but she absolutely got on the petite woman’s case about walking in on her, “Boundaries. Next time, knock. Well? Are you going to apologize?” Already somewhat flustered from the fact that her suitcase was full of a young girl’s clothes, probably belonging to a tween or possibly younger, Elizabeth was not exactly in the best headspace to deal with such confrontation. Especially from the girl that was normally so polite and submissive. “You can’t-” “I told you to apologize, Miss,” June cut her off. Placing a hand on her hip as she intentionally included the smallest dose of ‘respect’ along with her demand, she said, “This is my bedroom, and I didn’t give you permission to come in. Now, do the mature thing and apologize.” “But-” “Right now, Miss.” The slightly older girl’s tactics were confusingly effective. She was technically addressing Elizabeth properly with the abbreviated title. At the same time, she was also speaking in a way that was uniquely stern compared to what Elizabeth was used to. Between that and the impressive bra-clad chest that put hers to shame, this was not a situation Elizabeth was prepared to handle. So she averted her gaze and muttered, “Sorry.” “That’s better,” June said, “Now, is this a work emergency?” At that, Elizabeth flushed. In her haste to bitch June out for the latest complication that was starting to become a pattern due to the ripples from what was a simple alarm issue–at least, that was the impression Elizabeth was still under–she hadn’t considered how a more calm approach might have been more appropriate. Of course, Elizabeth’s default was rarely ‘calm.’ Still, June’s clarifying question was enough to make her hesitate. “No. Well, yes,” she replied. It wasn’t a professional fire they had to put out, but Elizabeth did need her nice clothes for the conference. That made it an emergency of sorts, considering how they had to head downstairs relatively soon. “It’s-” “Sounds like it can wait a minute or two,” June said, cutting her off again, “And probably wasn’t worth barging into my room like that. Why don’t you go wait in your room for me, Elizabeth? Or the common room, whatever. I’ll join you once I’m dressed.” Elizabeth frowned. “It’s ‘Miss Elizabeth,’” she reminded her. How many times had she been called ‘Elizabeth’ since the last time she brought that up? Her mind had been preoccupied with the silk pajamas everyone at the airport had seen her in, the lost personal items, and the latest mix-up with her suitcase. June repeated her response from the gate area. “I told you, we’ll worry about all that once we’re settled in for the conference. You’re not even dressed, Elizabeth.” “That’s because-” “Enough, Miss. Please get out of my room. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” If they were at the office, Elizabeth would have reamed her assistant out for speaking with her in such a curt way. At the moment, however, there were just too many variables working against her. It would also be much easier to speak with June when June was actually dressed, as that’s the only way Elizabeth was used to interacting with the girl. Elizabeth begrudgingly turned and left the room. She wasn’t used to the one being dismissed, so she failed to think of anything to say on the way out. Waiting around in the common area felt stupid when the problem lay with her suitcase, so she returned to her room instead. Leaving the door wide open, so June could come right in, Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed and huffed in annoyance. Not only was the renewed sight of the open suitcase a pain, but she also didn’t have her phone. Normally she could busy herself with personal apps or professional busywork that could be done on mobile. Elizabeth hadn’t brought a laptop, either, as most of the weekend’s business was going to be face to face. Per Elizabeth’s instructions, June had packed up all their presentation resources, which meant literally everything useful was in the other girl’s room. At the time, it had made sense, as Elizabeth had wanted to travel light for the sake of personal convenience. Now that her purse was missing, however, she felt a lot more helpless in terms of dealing with this latest problem. If she had her phone and credit card on hand, she’d probably be halfway out the door and rushing to the closest designer store. All Elizabeth really needed was one outfit for the evening; she could figure the rest out tomorrow. Then again, she probably wouldn’t be leaving the hotel in her PJs for such a mission. Maybe there was something tolerable in the suitcase? That is, if the clothes even fit. Her mental plan still worked with June’s company card, but just about anything was better than walking around in her current ensemble. Elizabeth scooted over a couple feet and hesitantly started looking through the folded clothes. There was a painful amount of pinks and purples in terms of both shorts and shirts, as well as a few unattractive oranges. The few white tees looked good at first glance, until Elizabeth unfolded one of them and saw the pink letters spelling BARBIE on the front. Maybe her pajamas were better. She’d draw a few looks, sure, though at least she wouldn’t be dressed like a little girl. “Elizabeth.” June’s voice cut through the quiet room as she stepped through the doorway. The young woman was wearing the same skirt as before, with a fresh blouse that looked more sharp and form-fitting than the usual conservative tops she wore at the office. “You’re still not dressed. You do know we need to be in the ballroom in thirty minutes, yes? We should also review the itinerary before heading out.” “You packed the wrong suitcase!!” Elizabeth snapped. Her assistant was acting like everything was normal. Mostly. June was providing the kinds of reminders she gave on a daily basis, albeit with a subtle amount of judgment and impatience in her voice compared to normal. It irritated the hell out of Elizabeth, as she would have been dressed forever ago if June had just put the correct luggage in the car. “How could you screw that up?! Mine was literally in your guest room.” She gestured to the immature clothes to her left, “These aren’t mine.” “Huh. Those are my niece’s clothes,” June said. She sounded far more calm by contrast, “She accidentally left her suitcase when my sister visited. I guess it does look kind of like yours. Where did you put yours before bed, again?” Elizabeth hesitated. “I, umm . . . ” After all the wine she had consumed the previous night, her bedtime ritual had been a little hazy. Obviously she remembered brushing her teeth and getting into bed, but her suitcase? That wasn’t something she normally thought about at night, which meant it wasn’t something she could recall as clearly. Especially when June was cleverly sowing the seeds of doubt. “Well, we should probably focus on the matter at hand,” June said, “You need to wear something, don’t you? I don’t mean any offense by this, but you and Maggie are around the same size. I mean, her clothes might be a little snug on you . . . Still, it’s better than nothing for the time being, right?” Was June being serious? Granted, Elizabeth’s idea had been vaguely similar when she started looking through the options. Except she had mostly settled on the conclusion that her pajamas were better in the short term. “I’m fine how I am,” Elizabeth asserted, “We just need to find the nearest store, and-” “Elizabeth, there’s no time for that,” June said. “Then we can make time!” Elizabeth insisted. Tonight wasn’t that important compared to the rest of the conference, and it surely wouldn’t be the end of the world if they arrived fashionably late to network. Better than being punctual but dressed noticeably worse than everyone else present. It would be a terrible first impression, considering that Elizabeth was scheduled to pitch to any number of the people that she would be meeting tonight. How was she supposed to be taken seriously in either situation when she wasn’t in her usual business woman battle armor? June just sighed. “Are you at least willing to try, Elizabeth? Here, I’ll give you a minute. Put on the best option you can find in Maggie’s suitcase, and come out when you’re dressed.” “What? Why?” Elizabeth asked. That was quite literally time they could be spending on a walk to the elevators and beyond. “Now, Miss. It’s important. We only have one company card, since you lost yours, and mine has a lower limit.” June went on to explain that because it was now officially the weekend due to it being late afternoon on a Friday, they wouldn’t be able to call the office and adjust anything where June’s credit card was involved. And until the airline found Elizabeth’s missing purse, they couldn’t risk maxing things out when June would be solely responsible for paying for business lunches and dinners, drinks, travel expenses for their return trip, and anything else that came up. Elizabeth tried to counter with the point that June could always just use a personal card if it came to that, but her assistant waved that idea off right away. For starters, their company preferred using its own card unless absolutely necessary, as it was both simpler in terms of red tape and avoided people abusing the system for the sake of getting some extra points for themselves. And if June did end up using her own credit card, there was a good chance she and Elizabeth would have to explain why that was the case when there should have been more than enough on Elizabeth’s alone for the whole weekend. If Elizabeth was in a better headspace, maybe she would have realized that ‘I lost my card’ or ‘I left my card at home’ was a simple and reasonable explanation. The latter would have been perfectly acceptable, and wouldn’t look that bad in the grand scheme of things. However, she ended up falling victim to the embarrassing images that flashed through her head thanks to the way June framed things. The higher ups learning about how she spent all day in her PJs, left her phone and wallet on the plane, brought the wrong suitcase along, etc. etc. And, though speaking rather sternly and directly, June still made it sound like she was on Elizabeth’s side as she countered each of her boss’s points. “Maybe I can manage to find you some clothes that won’t disrupt our budget. But in the meantime, we need to work with what we have. So are you going to keep complaining about it and wasting time, or are you going to try on some of my niece’s clothes?” June didn’t stand around waiting for an answer; she simply turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Elizabeth was left feeling a bit flustered, and failed to recognize the trick that was being used on her. It sounded like she just had two options, one of which would only make her look bad. Plus she and June could agree on one thing–time was a limiting factor. If Elizabeth kept arguing, the clock was going to be ticking all the while. Without her phone, she wasn’t exactly sure when they were supposed to be downstairs, though she knew from her previous conversation with June that it was less than thirty minutes if they wanted to arrive at the proper start time. Going through the suitcase a lot less meticulously than before, Elizabeth eventually found a plain white tank top that would serve as a cami if she wore it underneath a nice outfit. And, for the time being, was a preferable top compared to the more childish and girly colors that she had perused. June had been wrong about the clothes not fitting perfectly; upon trying on the tank top, Elizabeth blushed as she realized that it was exactly the right size. She knew she was small, of course. Still, being able to effortlessly wear something that was clearly meant for a child was a lot to handle. Thanks to how rushed she had been in the morning, Elizabeth wasn’t wearing a bra, and all of her personal undergarments were apparently back at June’s apartment. The good news was, her assistant’s niece was old enough to need bras, as evidenced by the small collection of underwear packed in the suitcase before her. The bad news was, the bras and panties were painfully cheap and plain compared to the expensive ones Elizabeth normally wore. A white tank top meant she didn’t really have a choice. It was either underwear she’d never be caught dead wearing, or a shirt that was outwardly immature. At least the former would be hidden. Unfortunately, the borrowed bra didn’t fit nearly as well as the tank top. Elizabeth frowned in discomfort at the tightness on her chest, as well as how her already small mounds were flattened to almost nothing. She was about to abandon the undergarment when June knocked on the door. “Elizabeth? Almost done?” “Just a minute!” Elizabeth snapped. Begrudgingly putting the white top back on, and rounding the outfit out with a pair of jean shorts that were easily the most mature option she could see, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. It was not a good look. From the neck down, she looked more like a tween than an adult. And with the way her hair was still braided, along with the simple make-up job she had sped through that morning, her appearance was not nearly as mature as she normally went out of her way to achieve. It was too late to try on something else, plus Elizabeth was almost certain what she was wearing was the best combination that she could have managed under the circumstances. Besides, it wasn’t about looking good; it was about showing June that this was completely unacceptable for a business trip. So, although she really didn’t want to, Elizabeth strutted over to the door and swung it open. “See? This isn’t going to work.” June gave her a quick once-over, then agreed. “Hmm, probably not. You are supposed to be the face of the company this weekend. But now we know that you have something to wear whenever we’re not busy with the conference.” “When are we not busy with the conference??” “Whenever we’re back in the suite, or shopping, or traveling. I told you, Elizabeth. We don’t have enough credit to replace everything you need. From here on out, you can wear Maggie’s clothes when it’s just the two of us. No underwear shopping, either. You’ll be fine in hers for a couple days.” Elizabeth had so much she wanted to say. That June needed to use the proper title when addressing her. That underwear shopping was indeed necessary, as a push-up bra that accentuated her not so impressive curves was far preferable to the borrowed one that did the exact opposite. However, a shopping trip, no matter how quick, was already going to make them a little late. Elizabeth needed to focus on the big picture so they didn’t get bogged down in a conversation that would only stall them more. “I can’t wear this tonight,” Elizabeth said. She could suck it up and wear it down the street, as she had to admit it was less out of place than a young woman walking down the sidewalk in pajamas, but she would never in a million years step into the hotel’s ballroom looking like a middle schooler on summer vacation. “About that . . . ” June trailed off. Elizabeth scowled. She placed a hand on her hip, and glanced up at her assistant. “What? Spit it out.” “I’ve been thinking,” June said, “Maybe it makes more sense for you to just stay up here tonight. Hear me out. We can say your flight was delayed, and that you’ll get in later this evening. I can network and lay the groundwork for our big pitch, and you can seal the deal tomorrow.” “And what am I supposed to do up here?” Elizabeth scoffed. “Order room service?” June suggested. She knew her boss well enough to nudge her in the right direction. “Instead of wasting your time brown-nosing potential clients, you can have the whole night to prepare for our meetings. Trust me, Elizabeth. It will be better if we divide and conquer.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 31 Cassidy had already made her choice. Now that she was flashing the trio and surely at least one of them had taken a photo by now, it was in her best interests to keep doing as she was told to avoid any further damage. The main concern was still Quinn and Molly, and how the two girls could effortlessly upload the collection of reputation destroying material that was still increasing every minute, though Cassidy also didn’t love the fact that Noah was now taking pictures as well. While the diapers no doubt detracted from the ‘half naked girl’ thing, he was still a teenage boy that was seeing real boobs and capturing them on his personal device. And, unless she could convince all of them to delete everything before this was all said and done, there was a good chance she would forever be on his phone for him and his friends to check out whenever they wanted. Despite all those thoughts, as well as a persistent blush and sagging diapers, Cassidy committed to the weak smile she had been told to include after stripping. The three separate cameras were bad enough, but the diapered girl also felt intimidated by the semicircle formation the teenagers had taken in front of her. All of them were taller than her, which was embarrassing enough considering the age difference, and they were also fully clothed in comparison to her current state of undress. Cassidy could only let them play their games at this point; she kept her arms clamped at her sides to resist her natural reflexes to fling them over her exposed chest, and prayed that they would take mercy on her after having their fun. After an agonizing thirty seconds or so, which felt more like hours to Cassidy, both Molly and Noah lowered their phones. Quinn wasn’t quite done, however. “Okay, Cassie. Just one more little dare, and then we can be done. How does that sound?” Hesitantly raising her hands to cup her breasts, realizing halfway through the motion that she was literally testing whether or not she had permission to do so from a group of middle schoolers, Cassidy managed to cover herself up without any of them snapping at her to keep her arms down. Nervous about what Quinn had in mind, as she was easily the most cruel of the bunch, Cassidy asked, “What dare?” Smirking a little bit, Quinn replied, “You know that tent that sells the really nice jewelry?” “Umm . . . ” Cassidy trailed off. She actually wasn’t 100% sure which tent Quinn was referring to. Since Cassidy was no doubt far more familiar with the fairgrounds than the young huntress was, she immediately thought of two separate vendors that sold jewelry, as well as a third that had a decent collection on top of the rest of his wares. Quinn probably meant one of the first two, but still. If Quinn wanted to score some free accessories, that was going to be a problem. Audrey still had Cassidy’s credit card, and explaining to her younger sister that she was being blackmailed by a few thirteen year olds? That would only increase Audrey’s satisfaction in terms of how the day had ended up playing out thanks to her little trick. Then again, if the alternative was Cassidy’s social media being flooded with partial nudes as well as shots that could potentially show that the diapers she was wearing were actually used thanks to Quinn’s manipulations . . . “Uh, yeah,” she said, deciding not to bother with a clarifying question. If Quinn didn’t know the Faire that well, then that could potentially work to Cassidy’s advantage. After everything she had gone through, she’d take whatever little breaks she could get. “Of course.” “Good,” Quinn said, “Your dare, Cassie, is to hop the fence and go steal me something pretty from there. Something for Molly, too.” Cassidy was stunned into silence for a few seconds. “W-what?” she finally stammered. Her lips remained slightly parted as she tried to find anything else to say. That dare was not possible in the slightest! For numerous reasons. “You heard her,” Molly said, “And let’s not leave out Noah. I’m sure there’s something for guys there. Get something for each of us, okay?” Wanting to be included in the bossing around as well, Noah chimed in, “Why are you covering?” “Yeah, arms down!” Quinn snapped, belatedly hitting the directive Cassidy had just been worried about, “And apologize for hiding away those mosquito bites.” “Arms down,” Molly echoed. “Apologize,” Noah said. Once again, the three of them had found a rhythm that was the perfect combination of peer pressure and judgment. Cassidy would normally scoff at teenagers their age trying to be authoritative in any way, but this was very much not a normal situation for her. And now that she had already stripped and allowed herself to be photographed, dropping her hands a second time was a little more tolerable. Still not great, but it’s not like they hadn’t already seen her once for a prolonged amount of time. “Sorry,” Cassidy mumbled. She lowered her arms and bared her breasts all over again; her blush deepened at just how mortifying and unreal this whole ordeal was, and she kept hoping to wake up from what was surely just a vivid nightmare. “Sorry for what?” Quinn asked. “For- for covering . . . ” “For hiding away those mosquito bites, you mean?” Just when Cassidy thought her cheeks couldn’t flush any further. She could practically feel the heat radiating from her face, and repeated the humiliating words just above a whisper, “I’m sorry for hiding away my mosquito bites.” Quinn let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, my God. I was kidding, Cassie. You really are something, aren’t you? Shitting your diapers, having smaller boobs than Molly-” “Hey!” Molly giggled. “Sorry,” Quinn rolled her eyes, “You’re right; that’s not fair. Smaller boobs than Noah. And if you don’t do this dare right now, the whole world is going to see it . . . ” Cassidy didn’t know what to say. The blatant insults towards her chest were bad enough, but she wasn’t remotely in a place where she could fight back. Plus she was distracted by the conundrum before her. She absolutely couldn’t let any of those photos get out, and she also couldn’t do what Quinn and company were demanding of her. Steal jewelry? It was unethical, for starters, although that was hardly the biggest issue. How in the world could Cassidy make this happen now, like Quinn had just insisted? Taking Cassidy’s latest round of silence as acceptance by omission, Quinn answered part of the puzzle for her. “It’s easy. Just hop the fence, run over to the jewelry place, and grab something pretty for us. Or manly for Noah; whatever. Let’s say . . . make it back here in ten minutes or less?” “But-” Cassidy scrambled to think of a good reason why she couldn’t. Also, was ten minutes even possible?! Kicking things off by making her hop the nearby fence was clearly the intention, although her main concern was that getting halfway across the Faire in five minutes was questionable even if that obstacle wasn’t in the way. “But nothing,” Quinn said, “I was going to let you choose between your skirt and shirt. Ugh, but all this whining. I’m not sure you should get anything more than what you’re wearing any more.” Stepping forward, Molly grinned and added, “I think I have just the thing to motivate little Cassie to get moving.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 25 The first half of the science class came and went with no difficulties. Amelia was grateful this wasn’t the type of school that put new students at the front of the room to introduce them. The last thing she needed was a whole classroom looking at her transformed self and sealing in their minds that she was indeed thirteen. Although at this point, it didn’t matter. Her only choices regarding Westridge now was whether she wanted to leave and never look back after being demeaned all day, or permanently dye her hair and go by her /real/ middle name in an effort to avoid recognition by any of the teachers, administrators, or students if she could somehow still land the amazing job after all the fuckery Ashley caused in the office. As for class, it was mostly a lecture. While jumping in mid-semester put Amelia at a disadvantage, she was still intelligent enough to follow along for the most part. Science was always one of her worst subjects, but it was more the high school classes that kicked her ass when she was younger. This kind made a lot more sense. Stuck in the role she had committed to going along with for the day, Amelia actually took notes in the binder given to her. It’s not like she was actually interested in the class she hadn’t taken in a decade, but simply sitting there and doing nothing could potentially get her noticed by the teacher up front. Having Summer behind her, however, made it difficult to focus. Not only had Amelia refused to flinch towards the popular girl’s intimidation tactics, but she had also indirectly gotten her in trouble with one of the prefects. In reality, Summer had gotten herself in trouble due to the way she called Maxine over, but that’s not how teenage minds worked. Since the tall blonde would have a hard getting back at Maxine, the easier girl to blame would be Amelia. The problem was, Summer wasn’t doing anything. She was poised to attempt any number of mean girl antics, and flanked with her friends to boot, but nothing was happening. And, due to how she was positioned directly behind Amelia, there was no way Amelia could keep an eye on her. Amelia stayed on edge for the whole hour, half heartedly taking notes and following along in the textbook when necessary. She hated that a girl so many years her junior was making her nervous, but it’s not like she had much power to defend herself. Everyone in the room thought she was thirteen, and she was also shorter than Summer and outnumbered three to one if it came to that. Although perhaps that was the perk of this being her ‘first day.’ Too many eyes would be on her, meaning Summer wouldn’t have a chance to corner her or get away with anything in a quiet classroom. Apparently Westridge didn’t do bells. It took Amelia until the end of her second class to notice, but they were simply dismissed by the teacher instead of a jarring outside source announcing that it was time to move on to something else. As she and the rest of the class stood up and began collecting their things, Summer pounced. Quickly and quietly racing forward out of nowhere, she grabbed and twisted one of Amelia’s ears while simultaneously hissing in the other one. “You do not cross me, Millie. EVER. Got it?” Gasping in both shock and pain, Amelia acted purely on instinct. She slammed her elbow back somewhere into Summer’s torso and turned enough to get a good kick on one of the girl’s shins. “Back off!!” Amelia yelled. Clearly Summer hadn’t expected her to fight back. The girl let out a gasp of her own as she was struck and momentarily winded from the blow, and let go to take a reflexive step back from the follow-up kick. “Fucking. Bitch.” The flicker of weakness on her face all but vanished, probably due to having her cronies nearby who expected their leader to always be fearless. Amelia was a bit of a mess herself, but put on a similar act. She wasn’t going to let some preppy brat push her around, but also . . . could Amelia get in legal trouble for what she just did? It was purely self defense, but she had still landed two physical blows on a younger girl. Although it was tough to think about such things when she was still bracing herself for a catfight that might lead to something worse than an elbow unless she simply allowed herself to take whatever was thrown at her without fighting back. Thankfully, the decision was taken out of her hands. “HEY.” Their science teacher had been rather proper throughout the entire class, but her whole tone and demeanor shifted as she snapped at the girls. “What is going on back there?” She stormed towards Amelia and Summer, and any students in her way scrambled to part for her. Half the uniformed girls still in the classroom escaped the classroom, not wanting to be present for such a confrontation, but there were plenty who remained to watch from the sidelines and have something to gossip about later and/or so they wouldn’t be the ones who missed out. Summer piped up right away. “The new girl just attacked me for no reason!” “I did not!” Amelia exclaimed. The nerve of this girl. “Summer started it. She fucking grabbed my ear, and-” “Millie. Language.” The teacher held up her hand. Rather than continuing to address either or the girls, she looked at those standing nearby. “Anybody?” she asked. One of the popular blonde’s friends spoke up first. “Umm, technically Summer started it?” It was the last thing Amelia expected her to say. That is, until the girl went on. “I mean, she was going to ask you a question about tonight’s assignment, and accidentally nudged Millie’s shoulder on the way.” Summer picked it up from there. “And then she went off on me! Look, Millie, I’m sorry. It was an accident.” “They’re lying!” Millie gasped. It was so much like her own teenage years. She had never been a target of such things, but it was pretty common for girlfriends to stick together. And, in this case, to cleverly put just enough blame on Summer to make it seem like they weren’t choosing sides. “Summer just-” “Summer,” the teacher interrupted, “Is one of my best students. And she’s the only one who has apologized so far.” “But-” “Oh, my God- Sorry. Oh, my goodness,” Summer said, “My leg is bleeding.” Barely. Her leg was barely bleeding. But Amelia’s kick had connected enough to tear the skin just enough for a single drop of blood to trickle out. Visual evidence that Summer was the ‘victim.’ “Apologize, Millie.” The woman’s demand was beyond unfair. She wasn’t even giving Amelia a chance to defend herself. Hadn’t anyone else seen?! Or were they all too scared of Summer? After all, siding with the new girl had far fewer benefits when it was clear that Summer was top of the food chain in this particular grade. One day. Like Mrs. Webb’s accusations, and Maxine’s write-up, and now this, there was still no benefit to pushing back. Once again choosing the path of least resistance, Amelia muttered, “I’m sorry, Summer.” She half expected the apology to drag on into specifics, but there was still one afternoon class to go. Most of the girls were dismissed, so they could get to their next class on time and so the classroom could empty out for the students that were on the way. Everyone except Amelia. The science teacher told her to stay and come to the desk up front. Amelia dared a glance towards Summer, but the tall blonde didn’t so much as smirk as she left the room. Probably wasn’t worth the risk, when she was apparently one of the ‘best students.’ In that sense, it seemed crazy that Summer would do something so aggressive in such a populated room, but they had also been in the back and the bitchy girl had probably approached in a way that looked innocent to anyone who wasn’t watching carefully at the time. As the room cleared out, Amelia had to bite her tongue as she approached the desk. Path of least resistance. Though Summer and company weren’t around to insist on their side of the story, Amelia didn’t bother trying to retell her perspective. Besides, it was starting to feel juvenile to argue that ‘she started it.’ “It’s always a coin toss with new girls, isn’t it?” the teacher sighed. Amelia still didn’t know her name, as only the class was on her schedule and she had been told by the science teacher that the syllabus was online. Amelia couldn’t remember if it had been mentioned earlier when they met. The woman proceeded to open the top drawer and pull out a stack of those damn pink slips. ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia