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Hiya kids. This is a new one from Sophie - i.e. no colors. It also is totally fictional and not at all based on anything in real life! ? On an entirely unrelated note, check out my ABDL podcast I run with my kink-sister: The Usual Bet PDF and ePub are available on our Patreon: www.patreon.com/sophieandpudding ------------------- Premise: Lucy and Mira are left home alone while their Mommy goes away for the weekend. Though Lucy is left in charge of her little sister, Mira isn’t the type to give up easily. As the girls begin a new game, will Lucy prevail as Mira’s big sister, or will Mira prove to Lucy that there are things smaller than little girls? Disclaimers: diapers, wet, messy ------------------- Babydoll By Sophie Chapter One “I hate leaving you both alone for this long,” Mommy said with a pout, drawing her purse over her shoulder. She had to go to a weekend conference and wouldn’t be home until Sunday. “You really don’t have to worry,” I laughed. “We aren’t actual babies.” Though from the look of things, she really couldn’t tell. Mira and I were sitting side by side on the sofa, dressed in nighties with pacifiers clipped to the collars. We shared a midnight blue blanket and the Netflix was paused on the third episode of Hilda. Of course, Mira was the only one in a diaper. “I know, but I’m still going to miss you.” Mommy sighed before continuing: “Lucy, you’re in charge. Bedtime at midnight. Brush your teeth.” “I know, I know!” I whined. “Mira, make sure your sister eats breakfast and takes her medicine.” “Okay,” Mira said with a smile. I rolled my eyes. “I can do all that stuff myself,” I told them. “It never hurts to have some extra help.” She came over and kissed me once on the forehead, then once on Mira’s. A warm feeling filled my chest and I melted into the sofa. I glanced at my sister as she did the same. Mommy took her luggage to the car and gave us a final wave before pulling out of the driveway. We closed the door and went back to the sofa to finish our episode. Truth be told, Mira and I got along fine without Mommy around; we had been friends long before she came into the picture. We met online, like so many Littles do, and bonded over a mutual appreciation of old movies. Sometimes we would start a movie at the same time and talk about it while we watched it. Back then I had a boyfriend. He didn’t know about the ‘wanting to be a little girl’ thing, and I was always too afraid to bring it up. Hell, I was too scared to even buy diapers in case he found them. Mira - on the other hand - would post pictures of herself in onesies and diapers on Twitter. Lucky brat. Days turned to weeks turned to months, and my boyfriend and I broke up. It didn’t have anything to do with Little stuff, not directly at least. Our sex life was sort of down-in-the-dumps, and he sought pleasure elsewhere. To be honest, I’m almost glad he did. Him cheating on me gave me a good excuse to end things. I hadn’t been happy with him for a long time. Unfortunately, I was staying at his apartment. Fortunately, I had a friend who needed a roommate: Mira. She lived a few states over, so I packed my bags into my mini coup and left all my furniture behind. Mira and I always joked online that we were basically sisters, as Littles would often do. We didn’t realize how true it was until we met in person. We spent days on her couch watching movies and TV shows. We played video games all night together. We went to restaurants and ordered the same food. She helped me find a therapist and I helped her learn guitar. Sometimes we would fight and yell and hurt each other, but we always came back in tears to fix it. Best of all, Mira and I were about the same size. I was a little taller - and one year older! - but her clothes fit me fine. So did her diapers. Suddenly, I was engrossed in a world for which I had longed for years. I had never felt such a sense of belonging before. Mommy came a few years later, after I’d graduated college. She and Mira had met online, but not on a diaper site. On a dating site. I was jealous, at first. Suddenly, I had to compete with this other girl for Mira’s attention! For a moment, I thought I could be gay if it meant keeping Mira all for myself, but I knew where I was meant to be; not in her bed, but next door to it. When Mira asked me if she should tell Mommy about the diaper stuff, I was adamant: “No way! Not if you want to keep dating her!” “But it’s a big part of my life, Lucy. It’s a part of who I am.” “She isn’t going to understand that.” Maybe I should have supported Mira more; if Mommy didn’t like it, then I could have Mira to myself again. But what if she did? What if I had to share this special part of our relationship with a total stranger? I felt sick. Despite my warnings, Mira told Mommy. They went better than I expected, but it wasn’t perfect. It started out with Little Girl stuff: “I like to dress in cute clothes” and “I like to be called cute names”. Then it turned to: “I like sippy cups” and “I like pacifiers”. Which turned to “I like wearing diapers” which turned to “I like using diapers” which turned to “I want to call you Mommy”. For a long time, I resisted. I didn’t tell Mommy that I had the same feelings as Mira. I didn’t tell her that I was a little girl too, and that Mira was my sister. I didn’t tell her that Mira and I shared clothes and we wore diapers together. But as time went on, it became more and more apparent that the barrier between Mira and me wasn’t because of Mommy: it was because of me. I sat down alone with Mommy for the first time and told her everything. The things I liked. The ways I felt. Mira was the first person in my life to really understand me, and I was scared of losing her. I wrapped myself in a hug and cried, and Mommy held me. She said: “If you’re sisters, then I’m your Mommy too, aren’t I? Mira is my only girlfriend, but I don’t see why I can’t have two Littles.” We ran things by Mira, and she was more than happy to try it. She was actually more excited than I was! Honestly, the whole thing felt weird to me. For a few months they continued to feel weird, but less and less every day. Then one day it wasn’t weird at all. I sat by my sister on the sofa and pulled the blue blanket over us again. Even without Mommy here, we were going to have a great weekend. Mira and I would have our own kind of fun. ------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, comment, and check us out on our Patreon!