For the fourth time, energy built up in Jenny and sent her out of her babysitter’s arms. After the first three attempts, Clarissa had gotten wise to the Little girl’s shenanigans, and threaded her fingers together. All that accomplished, was forcing Jenny to wrench her way out with real force, to an indignant sound from Clarissa. Immediately pacing, Jenny apologized under her breath. She didn’t mean to be a brat, but Lyssa didn’t understand! There was too much – everything.
“Jenny, stop.” Clarissa stepped into Jenny’s pacing path at the end of an arc, trapping the Little girl against a wall. “You’re going to work yourself into a tantrum, which is the exact thing I promised Monchi I wouldn’t let happen.”
“I can’t help it!” Jenny whined – which was awful and babyish and perfectly expressed the turmoil in her heart. “Brooke is going to be here any minute!”
“When she gets here, you’re going to want your shorts to be on straight, instead of askew and showing off your diaper.” Clarissa crouched down and tugged Jenny’s cutoff shorts back into place. Vibrating with impatience, Jenny endured the torment of standing still while Clarissa tucked her black tank top into her waistband. Her newest girlfriend was looking cute in a stretchy wrap-top and jeans. Clarissa’s hair had really taken off since she’d started growing it out, surrounding her head in a beautiful afro crown.
“Okay, okay, it’s done let me go!” Jenny flitted out from between Clarissa and the wall.
“No you don’t, I just got you fixed up.” Clarissa caught Jenny and pinned her butt to her desk. “What does my Little girl need to calm down? Kisses?”
Jenny giggled, wiggling as Clarissa nuzzled noses with her. “No. Lyssa, we don’t kiss much yet. It’ll make me even more squirmy.”
“We’ve tried snuggling with Elizabat, reading a story, and giving you a maths problem. I’m almost out of options here, Little girl. It’s either chocolate, or a spanking at this point.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Monchi gave me permission to spank you if you got really out of hand. How about a square of chocolate instead?”
“Lyssa, I’m not really a baby.”
“Nah, you’re more like a toddler right now.” Lyssa grinned. “It’s a different kind of Little from the weekend you spent diapered, but I think you’re almost as deep in it.”
“Give me the chocolate.” Jenny pouted.
“That’s not a nice way to ask for things.”
“Please…” Jenny huffed. “Can I have some chocolate?”
“That’s a good girl.” Clarissa took a gold foil wrapped rectangle out of her purse. The intensity with which the confection commanded her attention astounded Jenny. An unreasonable wave of happiness washed over Jenny when Lyssa put the milk chocolate square on her tongue. It was melting immediately, releasing salted caramel along with its chocolatey goodness.
“Ahnk hoo,” Jenny said.
“Not with your mouth full, sweetie. Come on, let’s go downstairs. Brooke really will be here soon, and I can’t wait to see her puppy.”
At the rate Clarissa was rationing chocolate squares, there was no way that Jenny was going to chew the delightful endorphin source in her mouth. Along with her babysitter’s admonishment to not talk with her mouth full, the chocolate and caramel were as good as a pacifier for keeping Jenny quiet. Enforced quiet, in turn, helped calm the nervous energy raging through Jenny’s limbs. By the time she and Clarissa arrived in the living room, Jenny only had butterflies in her stomach.
Happy barking noises made Jenny squeal and swallow the last of her chocolate. Brooke came in – it being long established that she didn’t need to knock – with an armful of squirming brown doggy. Incredibly, the little beast had grown since the last time Jenny had seen him.
“Bow-bow!” Jenny raced forward, scooping the puppy up just as Brook released him onto the floor. A storm of delighted barking came out of Bowser as Jenny spun him around.
“Nice to see you too, bestie,” Brooke said with a laugh.
“It’s rough being the sideshow to your pet, huh?” Clarissa grinned. “I’m Clarissa.”
“Brooke!” She shook out her long, dark brown hair before shaking Clarissa’s hand. Brooke was looking trendy as all get out in a skater skirt and crop top, both yellow and black plaid. “I’m used to playing second fiddle to Bowser, it’s part of the gig.”
“Can’t wait to meet him myself, if we can pry him out of Jenny’s hands.” Clarissa chuckled.
Brooke tilted her head curiously. “If you’re calling her Jenny, it means she’s already – in the zone, right?”
“We just say she’s Little, and yeah.” Clarissa motioned for Brooke to set her bag down by the door and said, “Here, check this out.”
“Jenny. Jenny, listen up.” Clarissa’s babysitter tone pierced the puppy-high Jenny was on and brought her dancing around to a stop. “That’s probably enough being waved around for a little puppy. Let’s let the rest of the house have a chance to meet Bowser, okay?”
“But…” Jenny whined, a crestfallen pout coming over her face. Clarissa looked serious though, forcing Jenny to reluctantly put Bowser on the floor. “Okay Lyssa.”
“Puppy’s here!” Clarissa called toward the back of the house, before squatting down to let Bowser chew on the side of her hand. Rachel and Niusha came eagerly out of Niusha’s bedroom, meaning it was going to be ages before Jenny got to hold the puppy again.
“Aww, Jenny, hon it’s okay.” Brooke leaned in for a hug, giving a surprised oof when Jenny grabbed her tightly. “We’re here through dinner, you’ll get to play with Bowser plenty.”
“I know.” Jenny released her friend and tucked her hands behind her back. “I’m just nervous, and antsy, and…”
“Everything’s fine. I know my puppy is the main attraction for everybody here, but I came to see you doing your thing.” Brooke beamed. “Your thing is out-of-control adorable, by the way.”
A shy smile blossomed on Jenny’s face as she watched Brooke take on the diamond-sparkle her best friend carried in her mind’s eye. It was a huge relief that Brook could still be diamond when Jenny was Little. Navi – Monserrat – was so far the only one who had special crowning in both of Jenny’s modes. Distinct from Brook’s diamonds of permanence, Navi was gold for the sun – the life-sustaining light at the center of Jenny’s heart. Niusha’s tender caregiving had earned her silver to Jenny – but not so much to Jenna. Maybe all it takes is time, and love. I love all these women, so much.
“Do you want to play?” Jenny went up on her toes eagerly.
“I’d love to.” Brook laughed. “Point of order though. You gotta show me your diaper.”
“Brooke!”
“Come on now, you’ve been teasing me with this for ages. All I can see right now is that you have an actual butt in your shorts for once.”
“You’re a meanie.” Jenny pouted, hesitating with her hands on her shorts’ buttons. “You really can’t laugh, okay? I’ll cry.”
“Jenny, it’s me. I’m not going to make you feel bad.”
With a nod and a hesitant bite at her lip, Jenny popped open the fly of her shorts. One more hesitation held her hands at bay, before she dropped the garment to the floor. There was nothing left to cover the rainbows and unicorns adorning her crotch, nor the rainbow polka-dots on the infantile diaper wings on her hips.
“Wow! They make pride diapers?” Brook did a quick circuit around Jenny, tossing in a pat on the Little girl’s butt as she rounded the back. Jenny rolled her eyes good naturedly. Everyone always patted her diaper butt. She’d come to assume it was universal for all diaper girls. Not that I’m a diaper girl exactly. I only wear them – nightly – that’s not all the time.
“You like them?” Jenny hunched her shoulders and braided her arms together nervously. “It’s not weird?”
“It honestly isn’t. I mean, I might have been caught off guard if you hadn’t prepped me so much, but they look great. YOU look great.” Brooke looked up at the sound of the kitchen door closing.
“That’s my girl, always looking cute in her diapers.” Monserrat’s voice sent happy tingles down Jenny’s spine. Turning around, she was delighted to see the woman at the center of her life in track pants and a halter top, looking glorious with her post-workout glow.
“Navi!” She turned and ran to her fiancé, giggling happily as Navi scooped her up and held her straddled on one hip. Even though Navi had only been gone for a few hours, any absence after classes was too long in Jenny’s estimation. Her Jenna side would be more forgiving, but that part of the Little girl was as quiet as she’d ever been, at the moment.
“Wow. I knew you were strong Monchi, but dang.” Brooke ambled over to Monserrat. “If you’re looking to get in on the puppy cuddles, I think there’s a bit of a line.”
“I’m here for Jenny first, the puppy can wait – but not forever.” Navi grinned. “Looks like things are going well. Jenny got all brave and showed you her diapers right away, huh?”
“She sure did, I wasn’t expecting them to be that fancy or fashionable.” Brooke grinned. “Also, we’re supposed to “play” but the activity hasn’t been specified.”
“As much as I’d like to play “Tickle the Jenny”…” Navi grinned at Jenny’s indignant squeak. “How about something physical, like tag? This Little girl feels like she’s bursting with energy.”
“You need a handicap if it’s going to be even remotely physical!” Jenny brought her first down lightly on Monserrat’s shoulder. “You have to go one-legged.”
“Is that so? What if I say no?”
“You can switch legs but you can only use one when you’re moving.” Jenny insisted, glaring sternly at Navi. “Otherwise you’ll win all the time, and nobody will have fun.”
“Fine, fine.” Navi laughed. “You up Brooke?”
“Sure.” Brooke looked to the trio of girls. “Anyone else for tag?”
“I’ll join.” Clarissa hopped up. She’d already relinquished Bowser to Niusha and Rachel, who were cooing delightedly over the suddenly-sleepy pup.
“Four’s enough to play.” Navi made for the back door. “Does anyone else get a handicap, or just me?”
“Lyssa is sporty too, she can only tag with her left hand.” Jenny declared, followed by sticking her tongue out at Clarissa’s protest. “You’re not like Navi, but you’re still too fast for me.”
“Nobody is like Monchi,” Clarissa said dreamily.
“Her other handicap is that she’s going to be staring at Navi’s abs the whole time.” Jenny informed Brooke, who burst out laughing.
“Look who gets sassy when she’s Little.” Clarissa grinned. “Just for that, you’re IT first.”
The back lawn – free of snow for weeks now – had been carefully cleaned of even its soggiest leaves thanks to Niusha. A scattered handful of gnarled apple trees were still skeletal, but with pale green budding at the tips of every branch’s joint. There was supposed to be a white picket fence surrounding the yard – and there was still a picket fence. All but the most stubborn flakes of white paint had worn off the old, dark wood under the landlord’s neglectful care.
Navi tossed Jenny into the air as soon as they were past the first tree, and the Little girl shrieked in a mixture of fear and delight. Of course, Navi caught her effortlessly, setting Jenny down with a spin that had her wobbling. “You’re making me hop, so this is the start you get!”
As she came to a stop and recovered her equilibrium, Jenny wrinkled her nose at her fiancé. Even confined to one leg, Navi was ridiculous, bounding across the lawn like a big, dusky rabbit. Clarissa was quick on the draw too, moving backward warily. On the other hand, Brooke was still admiring the spectacle of it all, seemingly not clued in to the fact that the game was on. A quick dash at Brooke almost nabbed Jenny her first touch, but her bestie shrieked and scampered away just in time.
It would have been nice to say that Jenny had a home-field advantage since she was in her own backyard, but after over a year of living in the rental house, it was only her third time on the lawn. Despite that, Brooke had barely more athletic inclination than Jenny did, and had been caught flat-footed. A mighty lunge got Jenny a slap on Brooke’s shoulder blade.
“No tag backs count to thirty!” Jenny blurted out as she skidded to a stop, before dashing away from Brooke.
“Hey! What is this, Calvinball?” Brooke set off like a streak for Clarissa, who’s smooth athletic run had her well ahead of the other girl – at least until she ran out of backyard. Caught in a fence corner, Lyssa grinned heartily when Brooke tagged her.
“That’s embarrassing, Lyss!” Monserrat called out from across the yard. “You call yourself a volleyball player, but you can’t keep track of where you are on a court?”
“Oh, you’re getting it now.” Clarissa charged at Monserrat, only to have the big woman leap away from her in a surprising series of hops.
Obedient to her handicap, Navi was only launching herself with one leg, but she landed with two. Every time she jumped it was a toss up to which leg she’d use and what direction she’d send herself. On an open field Clarissa would have caught her quickly, but the yard’s trees were enough to keep her out of Lyssa’s grasp. Navi, Jenny reflected, actually had spent time in the yard and thus retained that home field advantage. I should have given her an even bigger handicap!
Navi landed near Jenny, smirking at Clarissa. Lyssa’s dogged pursuit had her on them in seconds. As soon as Navi jumped, Clarissa lunged – toward Jenny! The moment her hand connected with Jenny, Clarissa shouted, “TAG MONCHI!”
Flailing out on instinct, Jenny caught Navi’s thigh. “No tag backs! No tag backs!”
“That was dirty!” Navi laughed uproariously. “Nice strat!”
After only a few more rounds of tag, Brooke and Jenny were gasping. The sporty girls took mercy on them and called the game. At Jenny’s insistence, Navi carried her back inside, though her invincible fiancé showed a bit of strain carrying her. Even Navi wasn’t immune to the effects of one-legged tag on the heels of her normal daily workout. Jenny was sat on the living room floor to recover, with Brooke joining her. Rachel was nice enough to get both girls a glass of water and some cheese cubes, while Niusha had the grace to relinquish Bowser to Navi.
As the other girls settled on the couches, Jenny caught an awkward glance and a blush from Brooke. It took her a minute to figure out the source, eventually reaching the twin realization that Brooke was feeling like a kid, with the “adults” on the couches – and that she herself had taken for granted that she’d be treated that way.
“Are you okay? You feel like a kid, right?” Jenny popped a cheese cube in her mouth and washed it down with a big drink of water.
“I do, but it’s okay.” Brooke chuckled nervously.
“You can sit up with them if you want.” Jenny grinned. “Navi, can Brooke be an honorary babysitter for the day?”
“That’s fine by me.” Navi had Bowser cuddled in her arms, the little dog was “swimming” with his upturned paws to everyone’s delight.
“Actually – I’ll pass. That would still feel weird to me.” Brooke flashed a grin at Jenny. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. But if you’re down here, do you want to play a board game or ponies or something?”
“Ponies?” Brooke asked curiously.
“I got my pony dolls out of storage from my mom’s house,” Jenny said bashfully.
“The whole thing?” Brooke bounced excitedly when Jenny nodded. “Girl, your collection is huge! Bring on the ponies!”
A perk of being Little was that toy requests often resulted in one of the Big people bringing Jenny her toys, especially when they were in an enormous plastic tote. Rachel and Niusha carted the thing out from the utility room, opening it like they were revealing a treasure at the end of an adventure movie. A riot of ponies in various mane, tail, and body colors greeted the girls on the floor. Within minutes they’d recaptured the flow of their elementary school make believe sessions, with goofy winged ponies playing pranks on the mean-girl unicorns. The regular ponies kept an eye on the fracas as while concentrating on their scholarly pursuits, as usual.
Water, exercise, and time eventually pressed a need on Jenny that she couldn’t deny. She’d known the issue would come up while Brooke was visiting, but she hadn’t expected to be playing at the time, or to be so Little. Her search for a way out of asking to be taken to the bathroom – or worse, de-Littling herself – was interrupted by Bowser’s arrival. Without so much as a “how do you do”, the pup helped himself to Brooke’s remaining cheese cubes and made a dive for Jenny’s. She grabbed Bowser just in time, or thought she had. No longer a little nugget that could fit into the crook of Jenny’s arm, Bowser had made serious strides toward being Labrador-sized. He wasn’t used to his new size either, clumsily overshooting the cheese and following Jenny’s grip directly into her torso.
With Jenny knocked on her back and laughing, the cheese was temporarily gone from Bowser’s mind. He leapt onto her with an excited bark, his back paws landing perfectly over Jenny’s bladder. Between ignoring her need to potty, and delaying after she was forced to acknowledge it, Jenny was defenseless. Her face was as hot as a sauna in an instant – and her diaper as wet as one. Rachel retrieved the pup, while Niusha gathered up the remaining cheese.
“Sorry about that everyone!” Brooke said. “I wasn’t thinking ‘cause I’m not at home, but he’s definitely not old enough to resist cheese at floor level.”
“It’s fine as long as his digestion will be okay,” Navi said.
“Uh, we’ll go for a walk before I drive him home – and one after we get back too, just in case.” Brooke laughed.
“That’s probably a good…” Navi put her arm on Jenny’s ankle in concern. She was still lying right where she’d wet her diaper, Jenny realized. It was too late to play off her reaction, but she tried anyway, struggling to sit up. Crouching down, Navi gazed into Jenny’s eyes. “Are you okay? Did you get scratched or…”
“I – pottied.” The words tumbled right out of Jenny’s mouth, to her utter horror. She should have said she needed to go, or that she got scratched and have Navi take her to the bathroom – or anything but baldly stating she had an accident. It was just that Navi had been so concerned, and as she was Jenny’s primary caregiver – the Little girl felt like she had to answer Navi right away, and honestly.
“Really?” Brooke seemed surprised, but not disgusted, or scornful, or even discomforted. “What’s it like?”
“W-warm.” Jenny wrapped her arms around her knees, curling into the smallest ball she could manage. “N-n-n-not too u-uncomfortable.”
“Jenny-bear, you’re okay. Everyone here loves you.” Navi cradled Jenny in her lap, nuzzling the diapered girl’s head. “Even Bowser loves you, though I think he might love cheese slightly more.”
Brooke giggled – and Jenny had to chuckle a little. Getting a squeeze on the arm from her bestie helped some as well, Jenny gathered enough courage to peek over her knees. Oddly, Brooke was blushing again.
“Are you going to – change her, I guess?” Brooke asked.
“Yeah, though I think she’s going to need some privacy for that.” Navi replied.
“Oh – yeah, I wasn’t asking to um – watch.” Brooke’s blush intensified. “I’m – uh – a little curious is all. Do you think – after you change Jenny – I could try one on?”
“You’d be welcome to, we have plenty.” Navi’s warm voice wrapped Jenny’s heart up the way her warm arms were wrapping up the Little girl’s body.
“You really want to try one?” Jenny managed to squeak out.
“If you don’t mind.” Brooke nodded.
“Yeah. I mean – I don’t mind.”
“What’s this, new baby-girl just dropped?” Clarissa said, squatting down next to Brooke. “You can put one on by yourself, but it’s kind of tricky. I can put one on you if you want the full experience, while Jenny’s getting changed.”
Brooke hunched her shoulders bashfully. “You do Adult Babysitting with Monchi, right?”
“Yup, I’m a professional.” Clarissa held her palm up. “I’ll take great care of you.”
“Yes please.” Brooke’s eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“I can’t carry you like Monchi can, but here.” Clarissa held her hand out to Brooke, helping her up and keeping hold of her hand as they set off toward the stairs.
“You two will be alright without us for a few minutes, yeah?” Monserrat asked Rachel and Niusha.
“I think we’ll manage with just the puppy for company.” Niusha chuckled.
“I thought you might.” Navi rose with Jenny in her arms, snuggling the Little girl to her chest. “Let’s get you changed, Jenny-bear.”
“She didn’t laugh, or get grossed out.” Jenny whispered into Navi’s bosom.
“Of course she didn’t. She loves you.”
“It’s nice.” A huge sigh shook Jenny’s body. “If you’re going to change me anyway – can I get more Little clothes?”
“Of course, baby girl.” Navi’s kiss was the final thing Jenny needed to relax as they stepped into the Little girl’s bedroom.