The Faire, Parts 1-45

Part One

Hideous.

That’s the first word that came to mind when Cassidy saw the costume. 

“What the fuck, Audrey?”

Her younger sister had warned her, along with an apology, but nothing could have prepared Cassidy for what was waiting in her sister’s room. Apparently there was some issue with the order the two of them placed, and she had been sent the wrong outfit. Rather than the hot fairy costume she was excited to rock, Cassidy found herself faced with the complete opposite of sexy. A pink leotard, a pink tulle skirt, sparkly pink wings, and a shiny pink wand. The childish, girly outfit had been laid out on Audrey’s bed, right next to the sexy wench costume Cassidy’s sister had ordered. 

How could anyone working in the costume industry screw up this badly?? Was it just because the word ‘fairy’ was the main label on both outfits?

“Don’t look at me!” Audrey exclaimed. With a hand on her hip, she gave Cassidy a skeptical look. “Are you sure you clicked on the right costume?”

“Of course I did,” Cassidy scoffed, “You were there, remember? I’m pretty sure one of us would have noticed.”

Traditionally, the two of them rented costumes at the Renaissance Faire itself. There was a whole costume shop outside the main entrance, so guests could find something fun to wear before heading in for the day. This year, however, they decided to buy costumes ahead of time. It was only a little more expensive, but worth it because they’d get to keep the outfits forever. Plus there was nothing worse than having to wait in a long line at the end of the day in order to change back into their street clothes and return the outfits. This way, they could simply show up and avoid the hassle of the before/after in the costume shop. 

“It’s fine, Cassie. You can just rent a costume.”

“Cassidy,” she said, correcting her sister. It was bad enough that Cassidy was short and petite, while her younger sister was blessed with all the height and curves. The last thing she needed was her stupid childhood nickname piling onto her youthful features, “And no, I can’t. Then I’d barely have any money left for the vendors.”

It was summer break for both girls. Audrey had just graduated high school, and Cassidy was on summer break after her first semester of university. The two sisters didn’t have much in common. Cassidy was academic and straight-laced. Audrey was the complete opposite. However, they both still shared the guilty pleasure of enjoying all things fantasy. Since it was more or less the only thing they connected on as siblings, and not something their friends really appreciated, they had established an annual tradition of going to the Renaissance Faire together. At first, it was just because Cassidy had a car and Audrey didn’t. Now it was just something they did every summer as sisters. 

The problem was, the Faire wasn’t cheap. While the shows there were free, they still had to pay for general admission, food, and drink. Costumes too, as going in street clothes just wasn’t as fun. And then, for splurging, there were the vendors who sold all kinds of interesting things. 

Cassidy had just finished her first year of undergrad. After paying for two semesters’ worth of textbooks, outings with her friends, and a handful of other things, she didn’t have that much cash to spare. Her parents had already graciously given both girls a bit of summer money to spend, but paying for two costumes would really eat into how much she had set aside for the day and the coming months as well. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” Audrey asked, “If you don’t have the money, then just don’t dress up.”

“Audrey, that’s not fair.”

“Sorry, sis. I’d offer you my costume, but it’s way too big for you.”

“Ugh!” Cassidy groaned. It wasn’t fair. Her annoyance sparked a desire to leave a scathing review on the costume site, but that wouldn’t fix her current problem. She always dressed up for the Faire. Always. Her sister’s casual reference to her size didn’t help her irritated state.

Audrey remained quiet for a moment, glancing towards the two costumes on the bed, then back towards her sister. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, Cass,” she said, “You’d look super cute.”

That was exactly the problem. Cassidy hated being called ‘cute.’ She already looked super young for her age, and always put a lot of work into her make-up and outfits to make herself look like the young adult that she actually was. Wearing a pink on pink on pink fairy costume would push her in the opposite direction, visually. She would look childish, girly, and, worst of all, immature. 

“No, thanks,” she said, “I just won’t dress up this year.”

Audrey just shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

With that decided, Cassidy strutted out of her sister’s room with a huff. 

The moment she was gone, Audrey let out an annoyed sigh of her own. Couldn’t her uptight sister just play along? For once? The whole point of editing the online order was so her dear older sister would have to walk around looking like a girly tween all day long. 

It wasn’t a surefire plan. Worst case scenario, Cassidy didn’t get a costume. Since it wasn’t Audrey’s money, it’s not like she had anything to lose if things didn’t go her way. Still, she at least made a decent effort. The costume box in the basement was stashed away where Cassidy would never find it, and Audrey already ‘borrowed’ anything from her older sister’s room that might work as a makeshift costume piece. Since Cassidy was off at college, Audrey had unrestricted access to her older sister's room. When their parents weren’t home, of course. Organized room or not, going to college for a year was bound to make even a Type A girl forget where she put a thing or two.

With all that planning, however, there was still one obvious problem: Audrey couldn’t push too hard on the issue.

So far, she had played her indifferent sister role perfectly. Acting like it wasn’t her problem, offering plenty of alternatives, and ultimately shrugging it off when Cassie didn’t go for it. Her sister clearly didn’t suspect foul play, but she also wasn’t open to even trying the amusingly pink costume on. Yet.

Audrey had one trick left to try. Crossing her fingers, she began changing into the sexy wench costume that would accentuate her own curves so well. 

Of the two of them, Audrey clearly deserved to look like the older sister.

And little Cassie would make the perfect little fairy.

Part Two

Cassidy groaned in frustration.

When she left for university, her parents had assured her that her room would still be her room. The good news was, they were at least honest in regards to Audrey not moving in to enjoy the more spacious bedroom for the rest of her high school career. The bad news was, her sacred space didn’t seem to have been given a lot of privacy in her absence. 

For starters, the room had been spotless when she returned home for summer break. Her bed was made, there was nothing on the floor, and apparently her closet had been rearranged and also used as storage for a number of mismatched boxes. It definitely wasn’t the way she left it when waking up early to fly out of state last fall. When she complained to her parents about it, however, they weren’t particularly apologetic. All they did was tidy things up a little bit in her absence, and they’d be happy to remove the boxes now that she was back home again. And that was the end of that.

Because Cassidy’s mother had done so much cleaning and rearranging, it had been easy for Audrey to sneak in and make a few changes of her own without anyone suspecting her. Their parents wouldn’t remember every single little change from months ago, and Cassidy already thought she knew who to blame. 

“Hey, Cass?” Audrey’s voice sounded from behind her. 

Cassidy whipped around from her hunt through the walk-in closet, scowling both from her missing things and from the sudden intrusion. “Audrey!” she exclaimed, “You have to knock. I could have been changing.”

“But you weren’t. Besides, we’re both girls. And sisters. What’s the big deal?”

“Forget it. Where’s my costume box?”

“How should I know?”

Cassidy just bit her tongue. Now that she was an adult–Audrey too, for that matter–she couldn’t be as moody or cliché about telling her sister to get out of her room. Bedrooms were supposed to be private, but adults were supposed to be mature. Maybe she’d give Audrey a mini lecture about it later, but right now Cassidy was too focused on figuring out a makeshift costume to wear to the Renaissance Faire. 

At this point, it was pretty clear that the box she needed wasn’t in the closet. Maybe it had been relocated to the basement. If their parents had donated it, or any of her things for that matter, then there was going to be a problem. “What do you want, Audrey?” Cassidy asked. Amidst her annoyance at the rude entry to her room, she had forgotten that there was probably a reason her sister had come there in the first place.

“Well, umm . . .” Audrey began. She averted her gaze and fidgeted for a few seconds before glancing back towards Cassidy, “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

Typical. Cassidy just rolled her eyes. “God, Audrey, what is it?”

“It’s just- I kind of had an idea to save you some money when we get there,” Audrey said, “But I don’t think you’re going to like it.” 

“Just spit it out, sis.”

“Okay, look. I promise I’m not making fun of you. But you know how you’re, well, pretty small? I was thinking . . . I mean, they sent the wrong costume, and the damage is already done . . .”

“Audrey,” Cassidy said. She placed a hand on her hip, “Get to the fucking point.”

“What if we, umm, leaned into your size? Like, you could put on the costume, and I could work a little magic with your hair and make-up. Tickets are way cheaper for kids, and they might buy it if you really look the part.”

Was she serious? Cassidy didn’t know if she was more insulted or shocked that her sister would suggest something like that. She was nineteen! There’s no way anyone would believe that she was a child, not even if she was pretending. And to presume that she could pull that off? Yep, definitely more insulted.

Crossing her arms, Cassidy tried her best to look serious, rather than flat-out annoyed. “That wouldn’t work at all, Audrey. I’m not that small. And that costume is disgusting.” 

“You are that small,” Audrey said, “Twelve and under get the better prices. And real talk, Cassidy, you could pass as a tween if you let me do my thing. Besides, it’s not like they’re looking that closely. Look, do you want to save a bunch of money, or not?”

Audrey was referring to the fact that she was a goddess with hair and make-up. She primarily used her gifts on herself and her closest friends, but occasionally Cassidy reaped the benefits of having a talented sister for things like Prom and her graduation party. Only on special occasions, because she could only bear the indignity of asking her younger sister for help so often. 

This, however, would be the reverse. Audrey would be undoing all the elements that usually added to Cassidy’s maturity. Instead of perfect hair and make-up, she’d have to suffer through whatever childish look Audrey decided would pair best with the pink fairy costume. And for what? Fifteen or twenty dollars? That wasn’t the most tempting trade. 

“No, thanks,” Cassidy said, ultimately deciding against it, “I’m not walking around like that all day. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, not all day!” Audrey immediately replied, “I mean, just wear it through the main gate. You know, like sneaking candy into the movies. We’ll pack a change of clothes for you.”

“Why do you even care, Audrey?”

“Because you got screwed over by that stupid company! The least I can do is help you have a little extra to spend once we’re there. And, you know, because we’re sisters. Duh. We have to look out for each other!”

“Fine,” Cassidy said. Under normal circumstances, she would outright refuse, but Audrey made some good points. It was just tricking a few strangers in order to save money. Besides, it’s not like they would run into anyone they knew. As long as Audrey didn’t take any pictures, and as long as she could change the minute they made it inside, then it would be worth the temporary embarrassment.

“Let’s do it, then!” Audrey smiled, “You can change in my room.”

Part Three

Cassidy held up the leotard with just her fingertips, as if it was both dirty and infectious despite how new and pristine it actually looked. Pink was not an attractive color for a girl like her. In both high school and her first year of college, she almost always wore a combination of heels and push-up bras. A few tiny boosts in physical maturity to make up for the height and curves she lacked. And, for similar reasons, she tended to stay away from brighter colors. 

“Let’s not,” Cassidy said, “This is a stupid idea.”

“Ugh, come on!” Audrey replied, “You can at least try it on, right? There’s no harm in that.”

In a way, Audrey was right. It’s not like anyone else would see, especially in the privacy of a bathroom or bedroom. Cassidy could simply take it off if it ended up being as awful as she imagined it being. Her usual desire to look her age was a bit at war with this recent concept of saving money by leaning into the features she normally tried so hard to offset. 

Ultimately, Cassidy decided to give it a shot. Worst case scenario, she’d just bail on the plan, pay full price for her ticket and rent a costume there, and hope that the online company would reimburse her for the mistake. “Fine,” she said, “Be right back.” There’s no way in hell she’d strip down in front of her younger sister, even if they were both girls.

“You can use mine,” Audrey said, gesturing to the private bathroom attached to her room, “Oh, and Cassie? No underwear or bra. Trust me; you’ll be uncomfortable all day if you do.”

“It’s Cassidy. And I’m not wearing it all day.”

“You know what I mean.”

Cassidy just rolled her eyes. Not in the mood to bicker with her younger sister, she just walked away with costume piece in hand and closed the door behind her.

In the solitude of Audrey’s bathroom, Cassidy made short work of stripping off her casual clothes. Looking her petite body over while still in her plain underwear and padded bra, she let out a sigh. Her sister was right. Leotards were meant to be form fitting. Trying to keep her undergarments on would probably feel awkward, not to mention that anyone glancing her way would see the exact shape of her bra through the tight fabric. 

She stripped the rest of the way down, then stepped into the pink leotard. Cassidy had never done ballet, unlike her sister, though she could at least compare it to a one piece from her younger pool days. The first noticeable difference was the light padding below her waist. She could feel it softly against her ass, and there was also a bit of bulk between her legs. Strange.

Cassidy checked herself out in the mirror, grimacing at the girl looking back at her. Bare arms and legs fully on display, chest more or less nonexistent save for the two small mounds on her chest that indicated that she was a girl. Her cheeks turned as pink as the leotard itself when she noticed how obviously her nipples poked through the tight fabric. With just a skirt and wings to go with the fairy costume, there wasn’t anything that would hide those from anyone who glanced her way.

“You dressed?” Like a parent entering after barely half a knock, Audrey opened the bathroom door with no warning and stepped into the bathroom.

Jumping a little bit, then immediately crossing her arms over her chest, Cassidy exclaimed, “Audrey! Privacy.”

“What? It’s my bathroom,” Audrey replied, “Besides, you’re changed. And it looks like a perfect fit!”

“No, it’s not. You can see my nipples, there’s weird padding, and it’s way too pink.” The last one wasn’t actually relevant to the size, but she still felt the need to express her distaste. As for the lack of respect for her privacy, that was just too much to argue about on top of everything else.

“Oh, maybe it’s the gymnastics kind! Is there padding for your butt? That’s to protect your tailbone if you have a bad fall. And the rest is fine, sis. It’s just for a few minutes, remember? Then you can change!”

“Yeah, but-”

“No ‘buts,’ Cassidy! Let’s at least try the whole costume before you reject it, okay?”

“Okay . . .”

Normally, Cassidy wouldn’t be such a pushover, especially with her sister, but she was still too off balance from the embarrassing leotard and the way Audrey burst in on her. Going along with it, she followed Audrey back out into the bedroom to retrieve the rest of the costume pieces. 

The short walk just highlighted the noticeable bulk between her legs even more. This was for gymnastics? 

The explanation about protection from falls made sense when Audrey said it. Cassidy had definitely seen girls land on their ass when not quite completing a sequence for cheerleading or gymnastics or whatever. But wouldn’t the excessive padding mess with their mobility? That was kind of the point of leotards for ballet, according to Audrey talking about it forever ago. Maybe it was different for gymnastics. Either way, Cassidy wasn’t the expert on those sports, so she stopped lingering on it once she was back by Audrey’s bed.

Now that she had the base layer on, the next part was easier to manage without needing any privacy. Cringing internally, Cassidy stepped into the pink tulle skirt that she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. She and Audrey had never seen anyone they knew at the Renaissance Faire, so it was a socially safe plan. But still. 

“Cute, Cassie!” Audrey exclaimed, clasping her hands together as she looked the pink-clad girl up and down, “Okay, I’ll help you with your wings and then you’ll be good to go.” Before picking up the sparkly pink wings, Audrey retrieved her phone from the edge of the bed. Glancing at the locked screen for a second, she added, “Let’s hurry, we don’t want to be late. I still have to do your hair and make-up!”

Part Four

When Audrey picked up her phone from the bed, Cassidy’s heart skipped a beat. 

The only reason she agreed to temporarily put the fairy costume on was because she and her sister were the only ones that would see it. The only important ones, at least. Even if a hundred people saw her at the faire, Cassidy wouldn’t really care. While it was an embarrassing get-up, the opinions of a bunch of random strangers didn’t mean anything to her. Plus, the whole point was to be in disguise. Once she changed back into her street clothes, no one would remember her as the pink-clad fairy girl. 

But if her unpredictable younger sister took a pic and posted it somewhere online? God, that would require so much damage control.

Cassidy let out a quiet sigh of relief when her sister merely used the phone as a means to check the time. Until what came next, of course. Hair and make-up? The former would be easy enough to undo after the main gate, but fixing her face would be a whole thing. Since she made a conscious effort to accent her mature features while eliminating anything youthful, Cassidy’s make-up routine was pretty extensive. Doing it all over again, outside, with only a hand mirror, would be an enormous pain. 

Besides, the workers at the ticket booth were dealing with dozens of people at a time and making minimum wage for their troubles. It’s not like they were going to look that closely. “No make-up,” she said.

Audrey just rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Turn around? I need to do your wings.”

Might as well. Cassidy didn’t really want to fuss with the straps herself anyway. Turning 180 degrees, she impatiently followed Audrey’s simple instructions. One arm through, then the other, then ‘arms up!’ so the lower strap could be done. The problem was, Audrey seemed way more focused on the task than on Cassidy’s comfort. Each arm was pulled here and there during the first half of the process, but the worst careless act was when both of Audrey’s palms rested on Cassidy’s chest while Audrey was fiddling with the strap.

“Careful!” Cassidy exclaimed. 

“Relax, Cassie.” Undeterred, Audrey finished up situating the stretchy white strip where it was supposed to go, then finished things off by giving both boobs a playful squeeze. “It’s not like there’s even anything there.” 

Cassidy gasped. Eyes wide from both the shock and the audacity, she yelled, “HEY.” Slapping Audrey’s arms away, she took several hurried steps forward before swiveling around to glare at her younger sister. “Never do that again. Hear me?” It wasn’t the first time she had been teased about her not so impressive chest. But her sister just groped her. It wasn’t much of a squeeze, but it still crossed a line.

Even worse, Audrey was being so casual about it. Including her response. “Oh my God, chill. We’re sisters. What’s the big deal?”

“I don’t give a shit. Pretty sure you’d freak out if someone did that to you without warning.”

“Doubt it. Here, want to try?”

With a confident smile, Audrey stepped forward and jutted out her chest as a way to offer it to Cassidy. And, even though Cassidy wouldn’t do something like that in a million years, it didn’t stop her eyes from noticing the overt cleavage accentuated by the wench costume. Not fair. It was SO not fair that Audrey got all the height and curves in the family, and Cassidy was stuck with her short, petite form. 

At the same time, she was a fucking adult. While she was still often self conscious about her size, and took several measures to offset her immature features, she had mostly outgrown her teenage jealousy of her sister. Except, of course, when Audrey threw things like this in her face. 

“Let’s just go,” Cassidy said. Her sister’s question was pretty much a trap no matter how she answered it, which meant ignoring it was the best choice. No longer wanting Audrey’s cleavage in her peripherals, Cassidy turned and went to grab her purse and shoes. 

Naturally, Audrey had something to say about that as well. “Umm, sis? I can hold onto your things. Wouldn’t it look kind of weird if you had a purse?”

Not really. Girls these days were getting smartphones and credit cards at such a young age. But Cassidy was a little flustered about everything from the last few minutes, and taking the path of less resistance was slowly getting easier. “Fine.” After all, her phone was locked, and she and her sister had noticeably different credit cards. 

Still, though she could tell herself that it was fine, and that it would be easy enough to keep an eye on Audrey, it still made Cassidy nervous when she actually had to deal with her things being taken by her sister. One by one, Cassidy passed over her cell phone and her wallet, and both disappeared into Audrey’s purse. While still attainable just a few feet away on the bed, her personal possessions felt further away than that simply because they were no longer in a familiar bag. 

Before Cassidy could change her mind, Audrey was taking her hand. “Come on, sis. I still have to do your hair.”

Once again just going along with it, Cassidy let herself be let into her sister’s bathroom. She would have much preferred sitting on Audrey’s bed, or at her desk; anything to avoid looking in the mirror. But the moment they stepped into the well lit room together, Cassidy was face to face with a much younger looking version of herself. A small fairy girl, whose cheeks were suddenly the same color as the rest of her ensemble. “Audrey-”

“Close your eyes, sis. Your hair is going to look SO cute.”

“But-”

“Eyes closed, Cassidy!”

Reluctantly obeying, Cassidy closed her eyes with a tiny huff. This was getting so out of hand, and yet she felt powerless to do anything about it.

Part Five

The first thing Cassidy felt was her hair being pulled back. 

For a moment, she expected Audrey to start separating her hair out into strands. Her sister was famous for how good she was at braiding; not that she ever used her gifts on family. But throughout high school, Cassidy had seen Audrey and her friends strutting around with their hair styled in the most beautiful ways. Maybe that would be the silver lining to all of this. Amazing hair, even if she looked girly and childish from the neck down. 

Instead, she just felt Audrey pin her hair into place with a plastic clip, and then another. Cassidy was tempted to open her eyes, and a small twitch of her eyelids must have given away her intentions. 

“Sis, no. Eyes shut,” Audrey said, “I’m not done yet. And hold still, okay?”

Cassidy just let out a quiet huff. “Fine.” She had been holding still the entire time, but didn’t mutter more than one word in case speaking could be construed as ‘moving.’ Proving her younger sister’s point would just give the pushy girl more ammo. 

A few seconds later, Audrey circled around to her front side. Cassidy could feel the light brush of movement, which meant that her sister was now between her and the mirror. Per instructed, she kept her eyes closed, though she had no idea what Audrey was doing. Then again, Cassidy wasn’t the hair expert, so she didn’t dwell on it. 

Audrey took all the unclipped hair, gently pulled it forward, and said, “Almost done, Cassie.”

“It’s-” The instinctive correction to her full name was cut off when she both heard and felt the *snip* of scissors. Even with her eyes closed, Cassidy recognized what Audrey was going for based on the brief coolness of one of the blades. BANGS. ‘No, no, no.’ Cassidy thought, sitting frozen in disbelief until the second cut snapped her out of it. “Audrey, don’t!”

“Just one more little cut, sis.” A third *snip* punctuated and brought truth to her reply. The sound of the scissors being set on the bathroom counter followed, and then Audrey said, “Done. See, that wasn’t so hard.”

Cassidy almost didn’t want to open her eyes. If she stayed in perpetual darkness, then she wouldn’t have to face what was waiting for her in the light. But, fueled by curiosity and a flicker of hope that it wouldn’t be as bad as the style she used to wear once upon a time, she opened her eyes. 

A second later, her mouth was open as well, jaw slightly dropping at the sight of herself in the mirror. Not only were the bangs reminiscent of her much younger self, but there were also two pink butterfly clips on her head that matched the rest of her ensemble. The fairy outfit, however, was something she could take off and be done whenever she wanted. But it would take forever to grow her hair back out and undo the kind of damage that her sister achieved in a matter of seconds. 

Audrey was standing off to the side, looking her over and clearly misinterpreting the expression on her face. “Cute, right? It’s such a good look on you!”

Was she being serious?! “No!” Cassidy exclaimed. “Audrey, I don’t want bangs. You just- you just cut my hair! Why didn’t you ask first?”

“You said I could do your hair,” Audrey shrugged, “Besides, I think I did a good job.”

“A good job of making me look like a fucking tween!”

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“But nothing, sis. If you didn’t want bangs, you should have said something.”

Cassidy was speechless. Fucking speechless. When would she have had a chance to object to her hair getting cut? Audrey did it with no warning, and while her eyes were closed. And Cassidy did say something! After the second cut, however. It’s not like it would have helped anything if Audrey had listened. At that point, the only option would have been to even things out anyway. 

Her biggest issue was with how nonchalant her sister was being about the whole thing. What kind of girl cuts another girl’s hair without permission? But Cassidy’s attempts to lecture her fell on deaf ears. Audrey was too focused on the fact that each minute at home was another minute lost at the Faire. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” That’s about all Cassidy got. Then Audrey was ushering her out of the bathroom and then out of her room a minute later. 

Without her phone and wallet, and in basically only an accessorized leotard, Cassidy felt somewhat naked as she walked through the house. The thick padding between her legs made her movements slightly more awkward, and she wondered if there was a way to remove the ‘protection’ Audrey mentioned was for gymnastics. But the whole costume was temporary, so Cassidy could suck it up for a short while. The fresh bangs brushed and tickled her forehead and eyebrows, which only served to distract her further and add to the embarrassed and vulnerable state she was in. 

Cassidy didn’t even question it when Audrey said she would drive. After all, their plan to buy a cheaper ticket would fall apart if anyone saw the little fairy girl in the driver’s seat. The older sister’s mind was so frazzled at this point that she didn’t bother pointing out that nobody would be paying close attention to the parking lot. She was still hung-up on the haircut, caught somewhere between ‘pissed’ and ‘pouty.’ The whole thing was frustrating and SO unfair.

And, with all of that on her mind, Cassidy failed to think about one important detail:

Neither she nor Audrey grabbed a change of clothes on the way out of the house.

Part Six

Cassidy didn’t realize the problem until they were parked on the extensive grass lot outside the Renaissance Faire. 

She didn’t bring any street clothes to change into! How could she have missed that? Between the two sisters, Audrey was the only one carrying a purse with both girls’ personal items. With empty arms and no bag, Cassidy really should have noticed that something was missing when they got into the car. But she was too distracted by the bangs that Audrey had given her; throughout the entire drive, Cassidy had to deal with the new way her hair was brushing against her forehead. She tried to bring it up a few times as well, mostly to bitch about it, but Audrey just kept shutting her down and telling her to stop whining. It was already done. It would grow back. 

Cassidy’s sister had more or less the same attitude upon the discovery in the parking lot. “It’s fine, Cassie,” she said, “You look super cute. And we’re already here; just suck it up, okay?”

“Audrey-”

“Hush. You can go spend a bunch of money renting a costume, and then pay full price for your ticket. Is that what you want?”

Of course not. The whole point of putting on the horrid pink costume was to save money, and bailing now would mean that she went through the childish process of disguising herself for nothing. “No, but-”

“No ‘buts,’ sis. Do you want to take my car and drive all the way home? You can, if you want, but I’m not coming with you. We’ve wasted enough day already, and I’m ready to head in.”

“Well, no . . .” Cassidy muttered. Because her sister was right. That would be the biggest waste of time, and nothing was more frustrating than making a drive because you forgot something, especially when the round trip would take a full hour.

Audrey just made one of those ‘duh’ gestures with her hand. “I’m giving you options, Cassie. Be a cute fairy, rent a different costume, or change at home. Pick one, okay? Either way, I’m going to get my ticket.”

Cassidy bit her lip. It was less indecision, and more reluctant acceptance. If she blew all her spare money to rectify the situation, there wouldn’t be any left for the vendors inside. And driving all the way home would be such a pain. Which only left one option.

“I’ll wear this,” she sighed.

“Good girl,” Audrey said. She patted Cassidy’s head, then took her hand. “You’ll be the cutest little sister! Come on, Cassie.”

Correcting the immature nickname was getting more and more difficult. Now that Audrey had gotten on her case so much about whining, saying ‘It’s Cassidy’ over and over made her feel self conscious in a similar way. There were only so many times you could bring something up before it started sounding annoying. Even if she was in the right, and wasn’t particularly fond of the cutesy version of her name. And now that her entire look was cutesy, it was more difficult to protest. 

Buying their tickets made Cassidy nervous, of course, because she was a nineteen year old girl masquerading as a tween. It wasn’t until they were actually at the booth that it really hit her. The child tickets were for kids TWELVE and younger. She knew that before, of course, but seeing it right there on the sign was a different kind of realization. If this succeeded, it meant that she could pass as a girl seven years her junior. 

And it worked. Audrey did all the talking, and they were through the main gate without anyone batting an eye. Although Cassidy wanted to save money, part of her had hoped that this whole disguise thing would have blown up in their faces. Just for the validation of seeing that people knew she was really a college girl, rather than a little kid holding her sister’s hand like a lost puppy. She tried to take solace in what Audrey told her earlier–that it’s not like the minimum wage staff was looking that closely. 

The main area was as chaotic as ever. All kinds of people meandering about; mostly first timers who were getting their bearings. Some in costumes, some in normal clothes. Under normal circumstances, Cassidy would have broken off from the crowd. She and Audrey rarely had a game plan; the normal ‘strategy’ was to just start with the outer paths and get some shopping done before checking out a show or two. But her sister hadn’t let go of her hand yet, despite how Cassidy gave a small tug or two to hint that she didn’t need the patronizing contact. 

“Bathrooms first, little sis,” Audrey said, “Let’s get that out of the way first.”

What? That wasn’t what they usually did. “Later, Audrey,” she said. As in, when she actually had to go. Belated hearing the repetition of the phrase from outside, Cassidy scowled. “And don’t call me that.”

“Call you what? Little sis? Look at you.” Audrey nodded down at the girly, childish ensemble, then gave Cassidy’s hand a squeeze, “You’re going to be my little sister today, alright? That means I’m in charge.”

“Audrey, no. That’s stupid.”

“Cassie, yes. Or else I’m going to flag someone down and tell them that I found a little girl who lost her parents. I bet they have somewhere to hold kids who get lost until they’re reunited with their family.”

“Audrey-”

“You seriously think anyone will believe you over me?” Audrey winked, “Last time I checked, you don’t have anything to prove your real age. So what’s it going to be, little sis?”

Cassidy didn’t know what to say. Was this all a set-up?? Or was Audrey just taking advantage of the situation now that they were here? Either way, it was totally unfair. And not funny in the slightest. “Audrey-”

“Audrey! Audrey! Audrey!” she replied in a mocking tone. “I’m not kidding, Cassie. Play along, or spend the day with the other lost little girls and boys.”

With another squeeze of her hand, and a smirk, Audrey shifted to face Cassidy and looked down into her eyes.

“What’s it going to be, sis?”

Part Seven

Audrey wasn’t surprised in the slightest when her older sister caved and begrudgingly agreed to go along with the little role play.

She had already made it past the difficult part of the plan. Of course, ‘plan’ was a strong word. The only thing Audrey had really done ahead of time was the costume order switch after she and Cassidy had ordered them together. Getting her petite sister into the fairy outfit, however, was nothing but improvisation. And now that they had their tickets and were past the main gate, it would only get easier to string the girl along.

In the solitude of a porta potty, Audrey fully grinned at the situation now that Cassidy wasn’t around to catch the expression. Not only was little Cassie going to be stuck dressed as a girly fairy for the rest of the day, but she seemed to believe the story about the padding. In truth, Audrey had stitched a thick pull-up into the leotard. It was supposed to embarrass her sister right away, until Audrey found the opportunity to lie about the design and delay that particular detail from being discovered.

Since she didn’t really need to go, Audrey took a minute or two pilfering through her older sister’s wallet instead. “Oh, these won’t do,” she giggled to herself. Audrey pulled out Cassidy’s driver’s license and student ID, both of which could actually identify tween Cassie’s real age. Smirking to herself, Audrey tossed both plastic cards into the disgusting porta potty toilet. Then she made short work of transferring every gift card and all the paper bills to her own wallet, leaving only a few credit cards behind for some future fun she had in mind. The idea of dropping Cassie’s phone into the toilet crossed her mind, but something told her that would be taking things too far. Replacing IDs would be an inconvenience. Losing a smart phone would be a bit much.

Just when Cassidy was considering switching lines due to the general impatience she had when it came to waiting on her sister, Audrey opened the door. “Oh, Cassie. You do not want to go in there.” Audrey immediately took her hand and yanked her away from the line. “It’s so gross! I’m worried about you messing up your costume.”

“Hey!” Cassidy exclaimed. She stumbled after Audrey, who was walking with a purpose. Because of how tightly her younger sister held her hand, Cassidy had no choice but to follow the jerky movements until they were back on the main road. “Aud-rey!” Cassidy finally gave a sharp pull to free her hand. She addressed her sister in a stern tone, enunciating each syllable. “We just talked about this! You can’t drag me around like that.”

“Relax, Cassie,” Audrey rolled her eyes, “Don’t be so sensitive. If I hadn’t done that, you would have ignored me and gone into that disgusting porta potty!”

“That’s the only way to go to the bathroom here!”

“Not true! There’s the handicap bathroom, remember?”

Audrey was right. But there was a reason most people used the porta potties. The handicap bathroom, the one that actually had a toilet that flushed, always had a very long line. Anyone with a complicated costume, as well as those that were too hygienic to trust a porta potty, would take the more sanitary and more spacious bathroom. But complicated costumes took time to deal with, making that already long line take what felt like centuries. Cassidy lost almost an hour there a few years ago when dealing with a difficult costume of her own, and swore she would never stand in that line again. 

“Audrey, no,” Cassidy sighed, “That will take forever, and-”

“Cass-ie. Your costume is pink.” Audrey mirrored her older sister’s serious tone, acting as if Cassidy was being the unreasonable one. “Do you want a dirty costume?”

“Well, no. But-”

“But nothing, Cassie. Do you need the bathroom right now? We can go get in line if you want.”

As usual, Cassidy hesitated. Despite the age difference, her younger sister had a way of making things seem annoyingly logical, despite the underlying bullshit that always seemed to be there. “I’ll wait for later,” Cassidy sighed. It’s not that she had to go, but it was normally a ritual of theirs to always use the bathroom before a long day. It helped to avoid the need to go during something important, like a number of the festival’s events.

“Good choice,” Audrey held out her hand, “Let’s go, Cassie.”

“It’s Cassidy.” The older sister had let the nickname go a few times amidst the bathroom argument, but it wasn’t lost on her that Audrey had called her the childish name ever since they arrived. She stood still, not taking Audrey’s offered hand. As if she would anyway. They rarely held hands as sisters, but Audrey was apparently in some kind of mood today. 

“I’ll call you ‘Cassidy’ when you stop freaking out over every little thing,” Audrey rolled her eyes again, “Now are you going to take my hand, or are you going to freak out again?”

Cassidy was tempted to storm off. Audrey could be so infuriating sometimes. She wasn’t ‘freaking out’ just because she didn’t want to do something. Even her outburst at Audrey yanking her away from the bathroom was warranted. But there was her sister, turning everything around on her. 

“Fine,” Cassidy muttered. Part of her wanted to ditch her sister and roam the faire on her own. The problem was, Audrey had her phone and wallet. And something told her that demanding those things back right now would just cause an even bigger scene and be another example of her ‘freaking out over nothing.’ So she reluctantly took her sister’s hand, against her better judgment.

“See, Cassidy? Was that so hard?” Audrey asked. Cassidy couldn’t tell if the condescending tone or smile was worse. The use of her full name was the saving grace, but even that sounded gross in the way Audrey said it. But before she could come up with a decent response, Audrey tugged on her hand, “Let’s go, little sis.”

Part Eight

Audrey and Cassidy had been going to the Renaissance Faire ever since they were kids. Even after outgrowing things like playing make believe, they still enjoyed fantasy when it came to books, movies, and the occasional costume. The Faire only got better when they were teenagers, as they had more freedom to explore without supervision. That meant watching the better (as in, the more mature and explicit) shows, and shopping without feeling self conscious about parents judging their selections.

But since they were teenagers, their interests began branching out in different directions. They still shopped together as sisters, as it was helpful to have a second opinion, but they often divided and conquered for a good portion of the day. Cassidy, for example, would double back to a few shops she had refrained from lingering in since it was clear that Audrey had seen all she wanted to see. And she’d see a show that was happening at the same time as another one that her sister was more interested in. It was just more efficient, and roaming the grounds alone was also liberating in its own way. 

Since that was the day Cassidy had expected as a now nineteen year old, she was in for a rude awakening when Audrey decided to be in charge for the day. Committing to the lie that Cassidy was her ‘little sister,’ to Audrey’s obvious amusement, clearly the pink clad girl couldn’t be trusted to walk around all on her lonesome. Someone would think she was some lost tween, and then she’d be right back at the entrance of the park while the staff tried to figure out who she belonged to. 

“Then give me my ID,” Cassidy had said.

“You don’t have pockets,” Audrey had replied, without missing a beat, “Besides, look at you. Anyone would just assume it’s a fake or something. Do you want your driver’s license to be thrown away? No? I didn’t think so.”

When Cassidy tried to insist on it, Audrey just said the same thing. ‘Stop freaking out over nothing, sis.’ It was a phrase Cassidy’s younger sister had coined years ago, one that was often thrown around at home to make her look like the bad guy. Since the older sister was supposed to be the responsible one, it tended to look bad when the younger of the two called her out for being immature. Especially since Audrey’s completely unfair growth spurt made it easy for her to be taken more seriously compared to the whining of a petite girl. Also unfair, since said complaining was always because of the buttons Audrey pushed, all while playing dumb and/or innocent about it. 

As the hours passed at the Faire, Cassidy submitted herself to being Audrey’s younger sister for the day. At first, she tried to push back on all the patronizing things. Being called ‘Cassie,’ the constant hand holding, and the insistence that she always had to stay in sight even when they weren’t connected. It was humiliating, as a college girl, to be treated like a child. Even worse, everyone seemed to buy it. Standing side by side with a sexy wench with all the height and curves between the two of them, no one once doubted which one of them was the big sister. 

Cassidy could already tell the whole day was going to be shot. It honestly would have been better to just stay home. The only highlight of the day so far had been shopping, but even that had been soured by Audrey weighing in more like an authority figure than a sister. Trying to avoid any criticism, as she was already self conscious enough from all the cutesy compliments some vendors gave her, Cassidy begrudgingly went along with everything. She responded to ‘Cassie’ without correcting it any more, she laced her fingers into Audrey’s without argument, and she even sat still for a little face paint–a sparkly pink butterfly on her cheek, to go with the rest of the ensemble. 

Whatever show Audrey wanted to see, that’s what they saw. Same with what they ate, though sharing a turkey leg was hardly a meal. Cassidy also ended up holding onto two empty water bottles that she had drank all by herself, as Audrey had fussed about making sure she stayed hydrated. It was a summer day, of course, but it was also cool enough that Cassidy wasn’t too worried. She tossed them out when they eventually found a trash bin, and then Audrey was taking her hand and tugging her towards the next event.

There was a music group that Audrey wanted to see, though Cassidy preferred the kinds of shows that engaged more with the audience. It wasn’t until after their last set that she really regretted not getting a chance to use the restroom before starting the day. Once again, Audrey’s fault, especially since they had already made it to the front of the line that would surely be longer now that it was midday. 

“Come on, little sis! The next show is about to start.” Audrey took Cassidy’s hand, “This way.”

“Audrey, wait.” Cassidy held her sister’s hand without thinking about it, but stood her ground and resisted the impatient pull on her arm. “I need to pee.” 

“Cassie.” With a squeeze of her hand, and a small frown, Audrey said, “That’s not very appropriate. How would a good little girl say that?”

Fucking brat. But swearing wasn’t the solution. Letting out an annoyed sigh, hoping that Audrey would get the memo that she was pushing her luck and testing Cassidy’s patience, she replied. “May I please go to the restroom?” 

“Just hold it, sis. The bathroom is all the way over there, and we don’t have time right now.” 

“Then save me a seat,” Cassidy rolled her eyes, “It will just take a few minutes.”

“I don’t trust you alone, Cassie! What if you get lost?”

“I’m not going to-”

“Hush.” Placing a finger to Cassidy’s lips, she gave the petite girl a warm smile. “You’ll be fine. You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”

Lightly blushing, Cassidy nodded. It’s not like she could say ‘no’ to that question, even if the context insinuated the opposite. 

“Good,” Audrey nodded, “Then let’s go!”

Part Nine

Once again, Cassidy was completely at the mercy of her sister’s whims.

The hand holding persisted, of course, and she could only imagine what the pair of them must look like to the casual observer. If this were happening under normal circumstances, she would have been concerned that she and Audrey might be mistaken as a couple. Wrong for multiple reasons, namely the fact that they were sisters and Cassidy wasn’t particularly into girls. Instead, she had to deal with everyone making the assumption that she was Audrey’s little sister. 

Despite Cassidy’s occasional request to stop for a bathroom break, Audrey seemed more interested in making the most of their time at the faire. Once or twice, she even made Cassidy hydrate by insisting on a big swig of water. Always in a patronizing way, with a hint of worry; it was frustrating enough that Cassidy tended to do as she was told just to make that kind of attitude stop. It certainly didn’t help the light pressure in her bladder. Eventually, Audrey did take her back to the front of the park, only to point out that the line was too long and they should come back later. 

After trying to be civil for what felt like forever, Cassidy couldn’t take it any more. “AUDREY. I need to fucking pee.” She dug her heels into the ground, determined not to let herself be tugged farther away. Almost immediately, she failed, stumbling forward a step or two as Audrey kept her stride. 

Her sister finally stopped. She swiveled around to face Cassidy, towering over the girl while keeping a firm grip on her hand. “Cassie. Language.” Narrowing her eyes, she continued, “Look, we can take care of you after the next show, okay?”

“But, Audrey–”

“Okay . . .?”

“Okay,” Cassidy mumbled.

After such a distant relationship with her sister, Cassidy had no idea how to handle her. Combined with height difference and the unexpectedly stern attitude, she couldn’t find the strength to push the confrontation. Especially not with how small she felt, both in the childish fairy costume and the fact that she had already let herself be pressured into playing the ‘little sister’ role in order to avoid the fate that happened to other lost girls in the area. 

Besides, it was just one more show. That would take less than an hour, and then she would make a beeline for the bathroom with or without Audrey’s supervision. 

It wasn’t until the craft presentation was underway, however, that Cassidy realized what a big mistake she had made. The last few drinks finally hit her, seemingly all at once, as she sat on the uncomfortable wood bench next to her sister. Before, it had just been a dull pressure in her bladder that she had tried her best to ignore. But now? It was closer to a potential dam burst, and she quickly clamped her legs together and tried to will the feeling away. Mind over matter, right? Maybe not. 

‘Shit. SHIT.’

Cassidy looked left and right, slightly panicking as the urge to pee grew greater. They were seated dead center. If she went left, she’d have to awkwardly climb over or under the short wooden fence bars and make it down the uneven dirt hill. Everyone would be staring at her, and the probability of tumbling down and getting dirt all over herself and muddying the pink costume and her pale skin was higher than she’d like. If she went right, Audrey would make a huge scene and make her sit back down. Even if she could get out, Cassidy would have to sprint to one of the porta potties and force her way to the front of a line due to what would no doubt be an emergency by the time she got there. There was always the edge of the fair grounds, but the fairy outfit was a one piece. If she wanted to somehow find a private spot outside, she’d have to fully strip. 

“Audrey . . .” Cassidy turned to her sister, whispering in desperation. She needed to get out. Now. It would take all her willpower, but she could make it. Hopefully someone would pity her and let her cut the line.

“Cassie!“ Audrey hissed. She stared daggers back, seemingly oblivious to her older sister’s plight. “You’re ruining the show. For me, and everyone around us. Just wait, sis. It’ll be over soon.”

“But, Audrey-OW!”

Cassidy softly yelped in pain as her sister gave a sharp pinch to her leg. A few nearby people glanced at her, but Audrey quickly and quietly apologized for her. “But nothing, Cassie,” she snapped back. Her voice was quiet, but sounded beyond annoyed. “Be quiet. And for the love of god, stop squirming around like a child.” 

Against her better judgment, Cassidy did as she was told. While part of her wanted to stand up and push past her sister, she was nervous that the struggle itself might result in mortifying consequences. Audrey was younger. She was barely eighteen, for crying out loud. If Cassidy were thinking clearly, she would tell off her sister and simply leave. But she wasn’t thinking clearly. After the constant lectures about not ‘freaking out over nothing,’ and all the strangers around her trying to enjoy the show, Cassidy couldn’t help but try to act natural. She hadn’t even noticed all the fidgeting and squirming until Audrey pointed it out, but now she was keenly aware of every little movement she made. 

‘Hold still. Control yourself. Just a little longer.'

The entire time, Cassidy coached herself. If anyone asked, she wouldn’t be able to say one thing about the last thirty minutes of the show. Not that she knew it was thirty minutes, since Audrey had possession of her phone. Every minute was agonizing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the presentation was over. Everyone applauded for the artisans, and Cassidy watched with pure impatience as the crowd filtered out from the seats around them. 

“Do you have something to say, Cassie?” Audrey asked. She blocked Cassidy’s path with a stern expression, crossing her arms to drive the point home.

Part Ten

Cassidy knew what her younger sister wanted. Under any other circumstance, she would have scoffed at the attitude being directed at her. But not this time. She was too desperate to get out of there. “I’m sorry, Audrey,” Cassidy muttered.

“Sorry for what . . . ?”

“ . . . for interrupting during the show . . . and for fidgeting,” Cassie awkwardly listed off what her sister harped on during the show, but received nothing but silence and an annoyed stare from Audrey in return. “I’m sorry for freaking out over nothing.”

“ALL DAY. You’re sorry for freaking out over nothing all day.”

“I’m sorry for freaking out over nothing all day,” Cassidy repeated. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. At this point, she was willing to say anything just to end the conversation and get moving.

“And what’s your name, sis? Until you can stop freaking out, at least?”

“ . . . My name is Cassie.”

Another long silence followed those words. Cassidy’s blush darkened as she reluctantly met Audrey’s stare. Never in a million years would she have called herself the childish name, but now she said it without a second thought. 

“Well, Cassie, I’m glad you finally got something right,” Audrey rolled her eyes, “Now, what was so important that you kept interrupting earlier?”

“I- I really need to use the bathroom.” Before she even finished the sentence, Cassidy felt her cheeks get almost uncomfortably hot. No matter how badly she needed to go, there was no way to say it without it sounding immature.

“Wow. Just. Wow.” Audrey looked at Cassidy like she was absolutely helpless, and the older girl couldn’t make the blush go away to save her life. “How old are you again? Follow me, Cassie.” Letting out a heavy sigh, Audrey grabbed her sister’s hand and marched her all the way across the faire grounds until they were back near the start. 

Every step was more stressful than the last, and Cassidy suddenly missed the comfort of sitting down. At least she could squeeze her legs together in the seat and focus on holding back the inevitable flood. But now she was moving, and it was a long walk. Her sister definitely missed a turn or two amidst the more heavily populated areas, and they ended up taking a more roundabout way back to the porta potties. 

But that’s not where Audrey led her. Instead, they landed at the long line that ran along one of the outer walls of the fair. “Wait, Audrey!” Cassidy exclaimed. She saw the handicapped bathroom way in the distance as she and her sister stood hand in hand at the end of the line. “I need to go now! It’s an emergency!”

It was music to Audrey’s ears. Little Cassie hadn’t used the restroom since they woke up this morning, and it was nearly mid afternoon. Since then, Cassie had a large glass of juice at breakfast, a bottle of water in the car, and a few drinks as they roamed the festival. Her petite sister didn’t have the most impressive bladder, so Audrey knew Cassie must be getting close to her limits when the presentation started. All she had to do was pressure her older sister to wait. After a purposely long walk back to the bathrooms, there was no way Cassie could hold on much longer. It was written all over her face and her body language, not to mention her whiny voice. 

This hasn’t originally been the plan. At the start, the main idea had been to strip away Cassidy’s physical maturity and trap her in a situation where she couldn’t easily undo the damage. Mission accomplished. Little Cassie had even been dumb enough to sit still and close her eyes long enough to get bangs. Taking off the fairy costume would be easy enough, but there wasn’t a lot to do about the hair except wait for it to grow back out. For the rest of the summer, Audrey would get to enjoy seeing her sister like that. 

The pull-ups she had stitched into the pink leotard had mostly been to screw up Cassie’s confident strut. With a bit of padding between her thighs, the girl would look more like an awkward tween than a young adult. Of course, the knowledge her older sister was wearing the babyish underwear was a nice cherry. But now, a lot more seemed possible as Audrey improvised her way through the day. It was almost too easy. Thanks to how things had been framed again and again, it seemed that everything little Cassie said shouldn’t be taken seriously. Including this current development. 

“You’re fine, Cassie,” Audrey snapped. She resisted the urge to smirk, “Come on, the line isn’t that long.”

The look on Cassidy’s face was priceless. It was pretty easy to read her mind. ‘It’s not about the length of the line!’ Something like that. Which, of course, was the entire point of taking her there. With everyone ahead of them needing to remove complex costumes before relieving themselves, as well as the actually handicapped people that were always allowed to cut in front of everyone, it was going to take thirty minutes minimum to reach the bathroom based on the current line.

No way her sister was going to last that long, not with the little potty dance Cassidy was doing as she shifted her weight left and right. Never in Audrey’s wildest dreams would she have imagined her stuck up older sister wetting herself in the middle of the day, but now it seemed very much within reach. As long as Cassie didn’t make a run for the other bathrooms, although that would honestly be amusing thanks to the bulky underwear. 

“But, Audrey-”

“No ‘buts,’ little sis! Now, be patient and stop fidgeting.”

As expected, Cassidy complied. She was so desperate to prove that she wasn’t some whiny brat. Which, ironically, was going to be the very reason for what was about to undo her maturity in a much more damning way. Audrey hoped, at least. 

Just a little longer . . .

Part Eleven

How long had they been in line?!

Since Audrey was oh so helpfully holding onto all of Cassidy’s things due to how the childish fairy costume didn’t offer anything in the form of pockets or storage, the pink-clad girl had no idea how many minutes had passed. Every time someone stepped out of the private bathroom and the line inched forward, it brought a strange combination of nervousness and relief. It meant they were that much closer, but it was also a reminder of the excessive time each person needed before giving up the room to the next person. 

Cassidy sulked in silence. Somehow, everything she did gave her sister an excuse to belittle her. It was beyond frustrating, especially since Audrey had always been the more immature girl between them. But thanks to Cassidy’s current getup, there was nothing she could do but let Audrey be the ‘older sister.’ Plus it was too late to do anything else but wait in line. Every little step risked breaking the seal she was actively concentrating on, which meant the journey to the normal bathrooms was now more dangerous than standing still and clenching her legs together. 

There were only ten people left between her and the desperately needed restroom. Some easy math suggested at least twenty more minutes of waiting, although two minutes per individual was a pretty hopeful estimate. The other problem is that the line included a good portion of girls their age. Trying to cut ahead of a bunch of adults would be one thing, as blurting out that it was an emergency might do the trick. But Cassidy already felt self conscious enough that everyone believed on sight that she was so much younger than she actually was. Even though she didn’t know anyone but her sister, the thought of everyone staring at her was just too embarrassing.

All of her little justifications changed, however, when a small squirt of pee managed to escape from a crack in the dam that had been threatening to break for quite some time. Cassidy gasped, and turned beet red as the shock was enough to break her focus. Before she could help it, she began peeing for almost a full three seconds before managing to force the stream to a stop. 

Trying not to panic, she looked down with wide eyes to see if her brief accident would be visible to anyone else. She could feel the mortifying warmth pressing back against her crotch, but luckily nothing had leaked through the leotard. The padding that Audrey had said was meant for gymnastics safety had felt awkward all day long as they walked around the Renaissance Faire, but Cassidy was finally grateful it was there. Apparently there was enough fabric down there to keep from showing the wetness that would definitely show through any number of other outfits and underwear. That was only one problem solved, however. There was still the more pressing matter to deal with. She needed the bathroom, and she needed it now. 

“Audrey-”

“Oh my God, Cassie! I can totally see your nipples. Have those little things been poking out like that all day?” Out of nowhere, Audrey pinched both of Cassidy’s nipples through the leotard. 

The nearby reactions were bad enough; it was easy to hear a giggle or two from the teenage girls standing a few feet away. Cassidy’s sister hadn’t made any effort to lower her voice for the comment. That paled in comparison, however, to the inappropriate touch that followed. “AUDREY.” Squirming away from the hands that had no right to be anywhere near her chest, and immediately flashing back to the way Audrey had done something similar earlier when teasing about Cassidy’s smaller size, Cassidy slapped the still too-close arms away just for good measure. 

And then it happened.

The surprise and pain of her nipples being pinched caused her focus to slip again, and Cassidy’s own jerky movements afterwards meant that her legs shifted enough to disrupt the careful way she had been clamping her thighs together to keep her bladder’s urges at bay. With the recent bit of wetting, it was all too much. Her body seemed to abruptly decide that it was done being patient, and the dam broke entirely. Freezing in horror, Cassidy began wetting herself.

For real this time. “No . . .” she whimpered.

Her voice did absolutely nothing to stop the trickle that quickly turned into a nonstop stream. Cassidy wanted to run, to save herself from the public humiliation, but her legs felt like jello as she stood there and had an ‘accident’ for the first time in her adult life. The faint hissing from below sounded painfully loud as she felt the disgusting warmth spread out between her legs, and Cassidy turned crimson as she waited for the entire line to turn and stare. If they couldn’t hear, surely they would see the puddle that was about to form at her feet like she had once witnessed back in middle school when an unfortunate girl got tickled to the point of no return at a sleepover. 

Staring at the ground, out of both humiliation and a morbid curiosity as to what the damage was going to look like, Cassidy was surprised to see that nothing had escaped the girly leotard yet. The less pleasant surprise, however, was just how badly she needed to go. Her bladder hadn’t let up yet, and she could feel the bulk between her legs clinging to her in all kinds of uncomfortable ways as the flood continued. The leotard seemed to hold everything in place for the most part, though she noticed a faint sag while looking for visual evidence that any casual observer would see. 

At least a full minute passed before Cassidy stopped peeing. While she was grateful and a little bit confused at the unexpected protection below, she was also mortified. She couldn’t believe what she had just done! And it wasn’t a little accident; she was soaked. She finally looked up, and things got even worse.

Audrey was standing right there, smirking.

Part Twelve

“Shame. Looks like you couldn’t make it, after all,” Audrey said.

Cassidy was too stunned to say anything. She was still dealing with the fact that she had just wet herself, in public, at her age. There were plenty of ways to justify that it wasn’t her fault, but at the end of the day she was still a college girl who just had a daytime ‘accident’ without standing up for herself or making a better effort to get to a bathroom in time. 

The look on Audrey’s face made it all the worse. For starters, it was clear that Cassidy’s sister was all too aware of what just happened. Maybe she overheard the embarrassingly steady stream, or maybe it was the sag of the leotard along that gave it away. But it was more than that. Instead of the recent high school grad looking surprised or concerned, she looked amused. Wickedly so. Gone was the judgmental sister who was annoyed at Cassidy’s ‘immaturity.’ Instead, it was pretty clear that Audrey wanted this to happen, and had been stalling on purpose. 

Finding her voice for the first time since losing control of her bladder, and cheeks burning at how stupid she had been, Cassidy started, “Audrey-”

“Cassie! Did you just WET yourself?!” It was easily loud enough for a good number of the surrounding people to hear, but the fake shock in her tone masked the fact that she was announcing it on purpose. Audrey grabbed Cassidy’s hand for the umpteenth time, and abruptly yanked her away from the bathroom line. “Ugh, that’s the second time today.”

As Cassidy was dragged off, the muffled giggles from behind her brought on a whole new wave of embarrassment. It was enough to keep her flustered enough to not resist her sister’s tugs, but walking with a squishing, sagging leotard was a lot different than when there was just that bit of dry, protective padding between her legs. When she finally came to her senses, Cassidy quickly pulled her hand free. “Audrey! What are you doing?!” There were a lot of meanings behind that question, so Cassidy immediately clarified so they could deal with the most pressing issue. They had been SO close to the front of the line, and it didn’t matter if she technically didn’t need to pee any more; now that she had wet herself, the bathroom would have been the place to get herself cleaned up. She was keenly aware of the disgusting warmth down there, and getting changed was her highest priority. “I still need the bathroom!”

“Oh, really? Looks to me like you totally emptied your tank, sis. Honestly, for a little girl, that sounded like it was a pretty big accident. Good thing I thought to include those pull-ups with your costume. Can you imagine if I didn’t? You would have pissed all over the ground and everyone would have seen! Hmm, actually, maybe I fucked up. That would’ve been hilarious, too!”

“You-” Cassidy’s eyes widened. PULL-UPS. She had been right. Leotards were supposed to be flush with the body, but Audrey had convinced her otherwise. The bulk between her legs wasn’t meant to protect gymnasts from hurting their tailbone; she had been wearing pull-ups all day! Just when she thought the hideously girly fairy costume couldn’t get any worse . . .

“That’s right,” Audrey giggled, “I stitched them into your leotard. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d actually go for it. You could have just not dressed up, you know? But cheap little Cassie just had to save a few bucks.”

“It’s Cassidy!!” As if that was the most important issue at the moment. However, this newest revelation, combined with the soaked underwear below, didn’t exactly put her at a place of authority. Even if she really was the older sister. “Audrey. We need to . . . um- we need-” she trailed off. Wait, if the pull-ups were attached to the costume, how was she supposed to get out of the sagging mess? They hadn’t brought a change of clothes.

Audrey just smirked again. “We need to get you home, don’t we?”

‘Oh, God.’ Cassidy was going to be stuck like this for the entire drive home. If that wasn’t an awful enough thought, what if their parents were home? They’d want pictures, for starters, and every second of small talk would risk being discovered. Even if she somehow convinced them that Audrey had tricked her into the costume, there was no excuse in the world to explain how she had wet herself without simply finding a bathroom. 

The wave of frustration passed pretty quickly due to her humiliating situation and the way Audrey was looking at her. In its place, there was only a desperation for a shower and to put this demeaning day behind her. “Uh huh,” Cassidy said, with a meek little nod. “Let’s go home.”

“Because?”

Cassidy might have felt defeated, but she wasn’t naive. Glancing towards her sister to make sure there wasn’t a phone being pointed at her, she begrudgingly said, “Because I wet myself.” Saying it out loud made it so much worse. A nineteen year old girl, confessing she had a daytime accident. 

“Because you wet your pull-ups?” Audrey clarified.

Nodding again, Cassidy echoed, “Because I wet my pull-ups.”

Audrey placed a hand on her hip, looking down at her smaller sister, “Say the whole thing, Cassie.”

It had been easier when she was able to just repeat Audrey’s words. Cassidy figured it would be less fun for her if she simply did as she was told with no emotion or awkward arguing about it. But, as usual, her sister had a way of pushing her buttons. Just when the blush was almost gone, Cassidy could feel her cheeks heating up again as she said the words, “I wet my pull-ups, Audrey. Can we please go home?”

Pausing for a moment, probably to let the confession linger, Audrey stepped forward and placed her hands on Cassidy’s shoulders. “Of course we can, little sis. But first, what’s your name?”

Part Thirteen

“My name is Cassie.”

Cassidy didn’t want to say it. Partially because she didn’t want to give her sister the satisfaction, but also because it was just such an awful version of her full name. But what else could she do? After literally wetting herself in front of Audrey and a handful of strangers, Cassidy felt so defeated. She just wanted to go home and take a shower, and was already not looking forward to the journey. Walking all the way across the faire grounds in soaked pull-ups, and also sitting in them for the 30+ minute drive home? But there wasn’t any other option; not when her sagging underwear was literally sewn into her costume. 

No, there was another option! She would just have to do the very thing that compelled her to put the fairy costume on in the first place–waste a bunch of money on a costume. Anything was better than wearing used pull-ups.

“That’s right, Cassie,” Audrey said, “And you-”

“I need to change!” Cassidy blurted out, “Like, now. Give me my wallet so I can buy something else to wear.”

“Just come with me, little sis. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” 

Because trusting Audrey had worked out SO well so far. But the smug eighteen year old was holding all the cards. She had Cassidy’s cell phone and wallet, and now held a mortifying secret as well. Until Cassidy was clean and back in her normal clothes, there was a risk of her ‘accident’ being outed to just about anyone along the way. That, and Audrey was also the one who drove, meaning she was the only one who could get Cassidy home.

So, for what felt like the hundredth time, Cassidy let Audrey hold her hand like they were big and little sisters roaming the faire together. Only this time, the walk was a lot worse. Every step seemed to draw attention to the sagging bulk between Cassidy’s legs as the wet pull-ups shifted this way and that against her, and she was constantly embarrassed about anyone and everyone potentially noticing her situation. Nineteen or twelve, a daytime accident was very much out of the ordinary.

For once, it seemed like Audrey was giving her a break. Instead of the roundabout route they had taken to the bathroom, this walk was more or less a direct line towards the front gate. Until just a couple yards away from two forms of visible freedom–the costume store, and the parking lot in the distance. Except at the last second, Cassidy was tugged in a different direction by her arm that was still connected to her sister’s.

“Hello! May I help you?” A dark haired girl around their age stood behind a desk with a clipboard.

“I’m here to drop my little sister off,” Audrey said, “There are a few R rated shows I want to see, and she’s not quite old enough for those.”

“Audrey, what are you doing?!”

Clearly used to such dynamics, the girl ignored Cassidy and simply picked up a small packet from the desk, “Of course. Just fill this out, and we’ll take care of her for as long as you need. Pay by the hour, by the way.”

“That’s fine. Do you happen to have any diapers in her size? She’s dry right now, but you never know.”

“Umm, maybe? I can check for you!”

“That would be great. Alright, we’ll get this filled out for you!”

Cassidy stood there in shock and embarrassment. On the one hand, Audrey lied about the status of her pull-ups. But she also brought attention to them! And, more importantly, the daycare tent?!

Once they were a few steps away from the girl, still holding hands, Cassidy hissed, “AUDREY.”

“Hush, Cassie!” Stepping right up to the petite girl and glaring down at her, Audrey said, “One more word out of you, and I’ll drive home and leave you here without your things. How fun would that be? Little Cassie in dirty diapers and no way home. Actually, that sounds more fun. Honestly. Should we do that instead? Ah, ah,” she held up a finger as Cassidy opened her mouth to protest, “I said ‘hush.’ You may nod or shake your head.”

Blushing deeply, and horrified at the thought of her sister leaving her in such a way, Cassidy meekly shook her head.

“Would you rather go to daycare?”

Cassidy nodded.

“Good choice. Now, sit.” Audrey pointed to the nearest bench. Then, after she saw that her sister was capable of being obedient, she filled out the form handed to her. Since Audrey was eighteen, that meant she was perfectly capable of being Cassie’s ‘guardian.’ Audrey handed over her own driver’s license and the completed form, shared a few quiet words with the girl at the desk, then beckoned for Cassidy to join them. 

The next minute was a blur. Cassidy was still reeling from the fact that she had wet herself a few minutes ago. On top of that, the faire’s daycare center didn’t seem to question her false age in the slightest. Granted, it was designed for kids of all ages, for the very purpose Audrey was pretending to use. This way, adults and older teens could see certain shows while ensuring their younger relatives would have something to do in the meantime without getting lost. 

Audrey didn’t even say anything. She just kissed Cassidy on the cheek, right on the sparkly butterfly painted there, and gave her one parting smirk before walking away. 

“Cassie?” the desk girl said. With a much softer smile than Audrey’s, she opened the metal gate behind her, “Come on in.”

Part Fourteen

Daycare. She had literally been put into daycare. 

With Audrey’s threat still looming, Cassidy knew she couldn’t simply run away. Her feet felt like lead, anyway. Taking one nervous step at a time, she stepped through the gate. She jumped slightly when she heard it slam close behind her. 

“Sorry,” the girl said, “It just does that.”

Cheap metal or not, the clanging sound had been effective in making Cassidy feel a bit more trapped than before. She was on this side of the fence now, and her startled little gesture no doubt added to the list of things that made her appear more twelve than nineteen. “It’s fine,” Cassidy mumbled. As badly as she wanted to burst into an explanation of why she didn’t really belong here, it dawned on her that there was no point in trying. If this is where Audrey wanted her to be, then she needed to stay put or risk being abandoned. Cassidy had relied on her cell phone for most of her teenage life, which meant the only contact info she still had memorized were her parents’ numbers. That wasn’t an option. Although, maybe there was another way . . . “Can I use your phone?!” she blurted out. 

The condescending smile on the girl’s face wasn’t a good sign. “It’s the Renaissance Faire, sweetie. Don’t worry, there’s plenty to do here. And there are some girls your age here, too. This spot isn’t just for kids!” Pausing for a moment, she added, “Oh, and the service here is terrible. I can’t even use my phone most of the time.”

Cassidy knew exactly what the girl was doing, but wasn’t in a position to talk with her like an equal. The potential plan had been to use the borrowed phone to log into her own Insta and message a friend. As painful as it would be to let an old high school friend see her like this, it was just barely preferable to letting her sister constantly dangle everything over her head. The more Cassidy thought about it, however, the more holes there were in the idea. It would be a 45 minute wait, minimum, plus she’d have to pay the friend back for the ticket–especially brutal, since saving money had been the whole point of demeaning herself like this to begin with–and what if Audrey was the only one who could check her out, as her ‘guardian?’

Resigned to her fate, she just sighed. “Whatever.” A second later, she blushed at how immature the teenage word must have come across with her current appearance. 

“I’m Margot, by the way,” the girl said, “And don’t be embarrassed, but your sister told me about your daytime accidents.”

“I-” Cassidy’s voice caught in her throat. Audrey said what? It was ONE time, and only because of an impossibly desperate situation she ended up being stuck in. Now Margot was apparently under the impression that it was a common occurrence. “It’s not like that . . .” she finally managed to get out. Sucking it up and staying in the restricted kids’ area was one thing, but Cassidy wasn’t about to let her sister get away with everything. 

“Cassie. Are you wearing pull-ups right now?”

Whatever flicker of fight she had found vanished immediately. How could she claim she didn’t have accidents like that when she was literally wearing the babyish underwear Audrey had tricked her into? “It’s not like that,” Cassidy quietly echoed. Just like that, she found herself in a completely new predicament. Margot knew about the pull-ups, but she obviously didn’t know that Cassidy was wet. The squishy bulk between her legs was mortifying; was it better to ask for a change, and verify that she indeed had accidents during the day? Or should she quietly suffer to avoid the humiliation? 

The former option meant actually being dry and clean, which made it a lot more appealing. But what kind of twelve year old wets herself? Even with seven years taken off her age, Cassidy’s middle school self would have never been in a situation like this. 

Apparently, the choice was out of her hands. “It’s not a big deal,” Margot said, “Seriously, I babysit girls like you all the time.” As if that made it better. “Anyway, one of us will just have to check on you every half hour to make sure you’re still dry. That’s the standard routine for anyone wearing ‘protection;’ no exceptions. We’ll be discreet, don’t worry! None of the others will know. Promise!”

Would Audrey be back by then? Cassidy seriously doubted it. Before she could talk herself out of it, she lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “I’m wet right now . . .” If Margot or one of the others was going to find out anyway, then now was the time to fess up. What was the alternative? Be miserable for thirty minutes only to suffer the same embarrassment that she was about to deal with?

“Oh, Cassie,” Margot cooed. At least there was no mockery in her tone, like the other girls her age had in line earlier. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I . . . I don’t know,” Cassidy blushed. What was she supposed to say?

“Here, come with me.” Taking Cassidy’s hand, not unlike the patronizing way Audrey had been doing all day, Margot walked her away from the area where kids and tweens of all ages were participating in various activities. Despite the way she had basically just confirmed her sister’s lies in a way that was a lot more damning than simply wearing pull-ups, Cassidy was a little bit relieved. Not only was she going to get out of the sagging underwear, but going this way meant less time spent with ‘peers’ that would no doubt believe her false age as easily as everyone else had today. 

As she was led to a corner with a few folding screens that explained how she’d be able to change in an otherwise somewhat public area, something struck Cassidy that she hadn’t considered when weighing her options a minute ago:

The only way to take off the pull-ups would be to strip completely naked.

Part Fifteen

Margot came to the same conclusion. 

“We’re going to have to take off your costume to get to the pull-ups, Cassie,” she said. The way she said it made it clear that she didn’t know the extent of the issue–in Margot’s eyes, it was simply a matter of Cassidy taking off the leotard so the babyish underwear could be accessed. Since Audrey had informed her sister about the stitching that had been done, however, Cassidy knew it wouldn’t be quite that easy.

Similar to the way she fessed up about being wet, she knew the only way forward was honesty. Anything less than that, and things would be more complicated and uncomfortable. Plus, Margot was a stranger. Cassidy would never see her again. While the personal humiliation was there, there was no long term risk to laying things out as they were. “Umm,” she mumbled. She pulled her hand free of the other girl’s, and then blurted out, “They’re part of the costume. I mean, the underwear . . . ” Cassidy definitely couldn’t bring herself to say ‘pull-ups’ herself, “ . . . My sister stitched them into the leotard.”

“Oh! Hmm. Never seen that before,” Margot said. She paused to give a good look to Cassidy’s simple fairy costume. “Here, why don’t you get started with the skirt and the wings? I’ll be right back.”

The moment Margot disappeared around the end of the changing screens, Cassidy let out a heavy sigh. How was this possibly happening to her? Somehow, over the last half hour, she had been reduced to an accident-prone tween who needed babysitting. Without her phone or wallet, Cassidy didn’t have the means to prove her real age to Margot or anyone else. This was the first real bit of alone time Cassidy had been given since she arrived at the faire with her sister, but she couldn’t even do anything with the solitude. Climbing over the nearby fence would be possible in a casual outfit, but with fairy wings, a tulle skirt, and bulky underwear? Maybe not. And what would be the point? Audrey had the car keys, and all of Cassidy’s other possessions as well. 

She groaned in frustration and annoyance. There really was no way out of the kids’ zone, or whatever cheesy fantasy name the large tent had. Cassidy hadn’t been paying attention on her way in. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered to herself, in regards to Audrey. 

Getting home meant waiting for her sister to check her out. And getting out of the sagging pull-ups meant letting Margot see her naked. 

Accepting her fate, Cassidy pulled down on the skirt first. It didn’t take much to get the stretchy waistband over the padding of the pull-ups, and gravity did the rest of the work. Kicking the girly pink tulle material off to the side, not really caring about potential grass stains, Cassidy got right to work on her wings. The last thing she needed was to not be done by the time Margot returned, as that would no doubt lead to more patronizing help. It was awkward enough when Audrey carelessly manhandled her that morning to get the wings on. Since Cassidy hadn’t been given the chance to figure them out the first time around, however, it took an awkwardly long time figuring out how to loosen and untangle the straps that were mostly designed to be adjusted around her upper back. After a minute or two of blind tugging and guesswork, she just barely managed to get the glittery wings off by the time Margot made it back. 

The dark haired girl didn’t seem to notice that it had taken the whole time she was gone for Cassidy to deal with the costume pieces. That, or she chose not to say anything about it. “Sorry that took so long, Cassie,” she said, “It took me a minute to track these down. Lucky you; someone had a pair we could borrow!” 

The sewing scissors in Margot’s hand were no doubt from one of the nearby artisans. No wonder the girl had taken so much time. “It’s fine,” Cassidy replied. As badly as she wanted to be out of the dirty underwear, the next part wasn’t going to be fun. 

Getting right to it, Margot instructed, “Okay, Cass. I’m going to need you to take the leotard halfway off so I can get you sorted out. Want to turn around, maybe?”

Obviously, Cassidy wanted that. The last thing she needed was Margot seeing her boobs. Cassidy had never been particularly proud of her chest, especially after Audrey’s completely unfair growth spurt. Normally, it was fine. Cassidy would wear outfits that accentuated her smaller curves, or sometimes wear bras that gave an illusion of a slightly bigger chest through the cleavage created. Wearing the leotard without a bra had been bad enough. But her bare chest? As much as she hated to admit it, Cassidy was sure it would sell the tween image even more after the costume, bangs, and pull-ups.

She pivoted 180 degrees and slipped her arms through the holes of the leotard after making triple sure that no one was even remotely in her field of vision outside the fence. Though no one was outside the faire in such a way, as the large canopy tent sat at the edge of the grounds, Cassidy was still paranoid about her potential exposure. She pulled the tight pink material down a few inches, then decided that was enough of her own efforts. “Okay,” Cassidy said. Cupping both of her small breasts with her hands, she glanced over her shoulder. 

Margot picked up on the nonverbal request. Since Cassidy’s hands were busy covering herself up, Margot stepped forward and pulled the leotard the rest of the way down the petite girl’s upper half. “Hold still for me, Cassie. Hopefully this will just take a minute.”

Wincing at both the nickname and the summer air now brushing a lot more bare skin than it normally would, Cassidy did as she was told.

Part Sixteen

Inch by inch, Margot pulled both the leotard and stitched in pull-ups past Cassidy’s waist and then gradually down her thighs. 

The girl was being careful with the sagging underwear, but it inadvertently created a ton of suspense for the nineteen year old who was being stripped. Though no one else was around to witness her exposure, she was still topless outside. And about to be bottomless. 

As the pull-ups were gently tugged over the upper curve of her not so impressive ass, Cassidy tensed up. She so badly wanted to yell at Margot to stop, and to grab the leotard to put it back on. But this needed to happen. It was either get completely naked, or continue the day in used pull-ups. The latter wasn’t actually an option, since there was no way the daycare tent girls would let her do something like that. Not that Cassidy wanted to continue wearing the disgusting underwear. Literally neither choice was good, which was causing her to mentally swipe through the less than ideal alternates. But, since Margot had basically already made the decision for her, Cassidy simply grimaced and let the girl continue. 

It felt like an eternity, but it really just took around thirty seconds for Margot to work the pull-ups down while still keeping a grip on them so they wouldn’t fall after making it past the petite curves that had previously held them in place. Cassidy was hit with two things at once. One, the faint smell of her pee now that the pull-ups were open rather than tightly hugging her hips and held in place by the leotard. It would have been a lot worse indoors, but even the outdoor air wasn’t enough to fully eliminate the smell. That air was the second thing. The light breeze was even more pronounced on Cassidy’s lower half than the rest of her, due to her backside and private area being damp from the just removed underwear. 

Cassidy’s hand twitched on her chest. She naturally wanted to drop one arm down to cover herself, but kept cupping her boobs instead. Mortifying as it was to be fully nude outside, using one of her hands like that ran the risk of touching her still dirty crotch and creating a whole new problem she would need to rely on Margot to help with. As deeply as she was blushing and as humiliated as she felt, Cassidy knew the damage was already done. Margot had already pretty much seen everything. Or was about to. And there wasn’t much Cassidy could do about it now that they had made it this far. 

“Hold still,” Margot reminded her. Still maneuvering the pull-ups carefully, she made the effort to get the sagging bulk down Cassidy’s slim legs without brushing any of the mess against her skin. “Lift?” she said. Once the underwear was resting on the ground, Margot gripped Cassidy’s ankle and helped to slip the girl’s foot out of one of the combined pull-ups/leotard. Apparently she was going to help with the whole process. 

Cringing at how shifting her thighs in such a way would show off her crotch a little bit, Cassidy allowed things to progress anyway. One leg, then the other. And, just like that, she was officially naked. Outside. Stripped by a girl that was probably closer to Audrey’s age, and seen as nothing but a tween who had daytime accidents. Normally Cassidy wasn’t so self conscious about her size, but her sister had made sure that today was quite an exception. The fairy costume was already a far cry from her normal university outfits, but being fully undressed also showcased just how immature her body looked, especially without make-up and with the childish bangs Audrey had given her. 

“Umm . . . ” Cassidy mumbled. What next? 

“Stay right there,” Margot said, “I’ll get you cleaned up a little bit now, and we’ll do the rest on the cot.”

Cassidy nervously swallowed as Margot referenced the fold-up cot a few feet away. The area behind the folding screens looked to be a makeshift area for sick kids. But instead of lying down because she was under the weather, Cassidy belatedly realized that she was going to have to do so to be diapered. “Wait, Margot-” she began. The whole time, Cassidy had been daunted by the prospect of being naked. She hadn’t even considered the idea that it wasn’t pull-ups that Audrey had specified at the check-in desk. It was diapers. As in, lying down and spreading her legs and getting wrapped up in even worse underwear than before. More exposure, and more humiliation. 

“Cassie. Come on, we’re almost done. Just stand right where you are, okay?” Her voice was still coming from behind Cassidy, and it was difficult for the naked girl to see what Margot was shuffling around with. To move away the wet pull-ups, probably. 

And then Cassidy felt it. She gasped and flinched at the cold feeling on her bare ass, realizing a second later that she was being rubbed with a wet wipe. It was SO awkward. Though there was a bit of material between her rear and Margot’s hand, it was still another girl cleaning her when that was something Cassidy had only ever done for herself. In retrospect, the dark haired girl had said that it would be happening, but that warning had been lost on her due to the way she had been distracted and mentally wrestling with the concept of being diapered. 

She managed to hold still despite the continuous horror of being naked outside, as well as the feeling of being wiped. Cassidy actually closed her eyes for a few seconds, praying that this was all somehow some bad dream. But it wasn’t. Letting her eyes flutter back open, she continued holding her boobs and waiting for the cleaning process to be done. 

And, the whole time, she internally cursed out her sister while thinking about how she would literally never live this down.

Part Seventeen

Margot was being quite thorough as she cleaned in circles on Cassidy’s backside, though there was nothing remotely sexual about the girl’s touch. The bottomless girl was very much straight, although at this point would very much choose that variety of exploration over being treated like a little girl who had daytime accidents. Cassidy quickly shook those thoughts out of her head. She wasn’t like that, and also that kind of justification was ridiculous. She shouldn’t have to do anything as an alternative, because she didn’t need pull-ups in the first place! 

“Everything okay, Cassie?”

Apparently she wasn’t that great at hiding her emotions. Or good at paying attention, for that matter. While Cassidy had been stewing on her frustrations, Margot had finished with the wipes and had circled back around to find whatever expression was sitting on Cassidy’s face. “Everything’s fine,” Cassidy sighed. She was literally older than this girl, but was being talked down to thanks to Audrey. “Can we just hurry this up? Please?” She belatedly tacked on the polite word. She knew channeling her annoyance towards her sister towards the girl trying to help wasn’t fair, but Margot was the only target at the moment.

Her flicker of attitude didn’t do her any favors. “Believe it or not, Cassie, there are a lot of things I’d rather be doing than cleaning up after a girl who’s too old to be wetting herself. Now, get up on the table. Please.” The parting word was a pretty clear mimic of Cassidy’s. Frowning a bit and not nearly as kind or patient as she had been before, Margot gestured to the cot. 

“Fine,” Cassidy huffed. She knew that she should apologize, but couldn’t get over the fact that Margot was probably around Audrey’s age and was bossing her around just like her sister had been doing all day. Unfortunately, it was difficult to maintain an air of anything when she was literally naked without much dignity left. The only way out was through, however, so she reluctantly got up on the cot. Margot had laid down a towel earlier to clean her on, so the surface underneath wouldn’t get dirty, although Cassidy paid the price in terms of it not being particularly smooth or comfortable. This would also be a different kind of exposure, as Cassidy had yet to be wiped around her more private area. “I can clean the rest myself,” she said, suddenly feeling a lot more meek while the other girl was standing over her. 

“Umm, yeah, no,” Margot replied, “Sorry, Cassie. I know this might be uncomfortable for you, but it’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal. Besides, you might miss a spot.” 

It was similar language to what the girl had said before. The last bit was new, and implied mistrust on Cassidy’s part. However, it didn’t seem like she was being punished for her attitude. Margot was just falling back on her babysitting experience, and assumed that she would do a better job than Cassidy would. She was tempted to reply with an iteration of ‘make it quick,’ but at this point just wanted to move things along. Pursing her lips in annoyance, she lay back on the cot and tried her best not to be mortified that she was about to be splaying herself in such an inappropriate and embarrassing way. 

Cassidy was nineteen, and yet Margot very much believed otherwise. To Margot, she was nothing but a tween who apparently still had accidents.

“This will just take a second,” Margot said. She placed one hand on Cassidy’s knee to spread her slightly apart, and used the other to wipe. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as the backside. The wipes were quick, and about as light and painless as they could be while still being awkward for the obvious reasons. 

The naked girl couldn’t help but sharply inhale once or twice when Margot approached her most private area, but that was the spot that the girl avoided the most while still making sure to do a thorough job. Margot must have sensed the discomfort, since she never actually ran a wipe over Cassidy’s lower lips. Instead, she hit everything else before handing a fresh wipe to her. “Here,” Margot said, “You can do the last part. I’ll go get the diapers.”

Cassidy didn’t need to be told twice. It was definitely better than another girl doing it for her. She wiped her most sensitive area a few times with the cold material, then resisted the urge to slam her legs together for privacy. Margot had already seen everything, and the mental effort to open back up would probably end up worse than just staying in place until she was sorted out. 

Diapers.

Ugh, it was so humiliating. It’s not like Cassidy knew she was putting on pull-ups when she put on the leotard Audrey had given her, but Cassidy absolutely would choose pull-ups over diapers if she had to make the decision for whatever reason. The former was at least a tiny bit like regular underwear, if only for the fact that they slid on in the same way. But diapers? Not so much. 

And also . . . ‘FUCK.’ If Margot hadn’t been standing right there, and if Cassidy wasn’t currently naked and spreading her legs to the point where she could literally feel outside air on her nether region, she might have exclaimed the expletive out loud. 

Audrey had planned this! To some degree, at least. That morning, she had suggested trying the fairy costume like it was some off the cuff idea, but her sister had admitted to stitching the pull-ups into the leotard the previous night. She could have told Cassidy about the mix-up when the costumes first arrived, as Audrey had obviously opened them then versus the morning of like she had implied. But was it more than that? Had Audrey somehow switched the order to begin, or did she just capitalize on the childish pink ensemble and make it even worse by adding the padded underwear? 

Cassidy had been too mortified about wetting herself in public, as well as the realization that she had unwittingly worn pull-ups all day thanks to her sister. Now that she had a fleeting moment to breathe, however, she began replaying things in her head. The fairy costume had obviously been Audrey’s plan since the previous day, but if it went back further than that . . . Cassidy was going to kill her either way, but she was also kicking herself at the notion that she had been trying to save money that Audrey very well could have wasted in the name of this excessive prank to begin with. 

Before she faced her sister again, or had any more time to think through how much of a gullible pushover she had been, Cassidy had to deal with the more pressing embarrassment. 

“All done, Cassie?” Margot asked. At least her mood had softened again, but that didn’t change the fact that she was about to diaper a girl who very much didn’t deserve it. 

Was it too late to backpedal? “Margot, wait,” Cassidy said. On the one hand, the dark haired girl was a stranger she’d never see again. But at the same time, admitting her real age would be a lot now that she had let herself be stripped and wiped like an accident-prone tween. And would Audrey’s unspoken threat become a reality if Cassidy came clean when she was supposed to be sitting around in daycare like she belonged? 

Cassidy had no idea. About any of it.

Part Eighteen

Margot merely interpreted Cassidy’s response as that she needed more time. Without knowing what all was going on in the naked girl’s mind, she said, “No rush! I’m ready when you are.”

Cassidy sighed to herself in frustration. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn’t do anything but keep the ruse going. For starters, she wasn’t even sure she could convince Margot of anything. Without proof, it would be nearly impossible to get the daycare girl past Cassidy’s appearance and the fact that she had wet herself. What nineteen year old would be in this situation? 

Also, she was still naked. That alone was a huge motivator. Waiting a few more seconds so Margot’s assumption seemed correct, Cassidy said, “I’m done.”

“Okay. Coming back around.” Margot turned the corner from where she had clearly been waiting just on the other side of the changing screens. The white padding in her hand was almost enough for Cassidy to impulsively shift gears. Diapers. The dark haired girl was about to diaper her. “Alright, this part will be easy. Just give me a second, and then you can hop back up.” As usual, Margot didn’t bat an eye at Cassidy’s lack of clothes. She simply walked over to the cot and spread out one of the diapers, immediately followed by a second one.

The whole time, Cassidy stood there with one hand firmly cupped over her crotch while her other arm hugged her small breasts. She didn’t care that Margot was clearly indifferent to what she assumed was a younger girl’s body; Cassidy knew her real age and still cared about her modesty despite how Margot had pretty much already seen everything. “Umm,” Cassidy muttered. She looked at the mortifying underwear on the cot, imagining that it was going to be just as bulky as the padding she had walked around in all day. God, she had been so oblivious. Audrey had lied about the gymnastics thing, and Cassidy had believed her despite knowing in the back of her mind that it didn’t fully make sense. “One should be fine?” she said, unable to help the uptick that came with her current embarrassment and lack of confidence. 

Margot just shook her head. “No offense, Cassie, but you soaked those pull-ups. I know it probably won’t happen again, but it’s not worth the risk.”

That wasn’t fair! She had only wet herself so much because she had been holding it for so long and Audrey kept dragging her to more and more things without stopping for a bathroom break. Unfortunately, the truth of ‘my sister tricked me into pull-ups and purposely set things up so I’d have to wet myself’ would not sound believable in the slightest. Instead, Cassidy caved with a quiet, “Okay.” At this point, she just wanted to get dressed. 

“Hop up?” Margot instructed. She patted the table and stepped aside to give her some room. That’s about all Cassidy was trusted with. Once the naked girl sat on the dry padding, Margot gripped Cassidy’s ankles and used them to maneuver the girl to lie parallel to the cot. “Lift?” Everything was offered as a suggestion, but that wasn’t exactly the reality. Margot was obviously in charge. She patted Cassidy’s hip to go along with the bit of instruction, and Cassidy blushed while raising her ass up a few inches while Margot adjusted the diapers.

Then it was time for the worst part. It had been bad enough that a girl Audrey’s age had seen pretty much everything there was to see throughout the wiping process. But that had been while Cassidy was standing, with her feet only slightly apart. Now she was lying down, and getting diapered–which was already humiliating enough in itself–would require splaying her legs and losing whatever ounce of modesty and dignity she had left. “Margot . . . ” she trailed off. The faire helper girl hadn’t even moved onto the next step yet or told Cassidy to do what was clearly coming, but it still felt like getting ahead of it was super important now that everything was sinking in. 

Truly sinking in. 

There had been plenty of instances where Cassidy knew staying quiet was the thing to do, and she was plenty aware that Audrey had the same threats and implied blackmail as before. But letting herself get diapered?! That would make things worse, not better. Right? Even though Margot had just reminded her about the soaked pull-ups, Cassidy still tried again with, “. . . I don’t need diapers. Really. It’s fine.” Partially sitting up with her hands still clasped over all of her frontal private areas, she quickly held still and stopped halfway through the motion when the cot slightly wobbled beneath her. It took her a moment to realize that it was because the legs were probably uneven from the ground below, rather than anything that was about to structurally give. Unfortunately, the fleeting panic of potentially falling caused her to lose the bit of resolve she had just found. “I mean, umm-” Cassidy stammered. She couldn’t remember what she had planned to say next. 

Margot just sighed. “Come on, Cassie. We’re almost done.” A trace of a smile appeared on her face, and disappeared just as quickly. “Would you prefer your old pull-ups instead?”

’What?’ That didn’t make any sense. Cassidy absolutely caught the flicker of amusement, but hadn’t expected something like that. “That doesn’t- I can’t-” What was she supposed to say to that. “What?”

“One way or another, Cassie, you need protection. If you want, you could put on your pull-ups. I can toss a pad in or something so you’re not sitting on, well, you know . . . ”

As in, put back on used underwear? The idea was both shocking and disgusting, and it took a few seconds before Cassidy realized what Margot was trying to do. Of course clean diapers would sound more appealing than wet pull-ups. “That’s not-”

“Not fair?” Margot raised an eyebrow. “Neither is wasting my time, or making Paula and Sofia be in charge of extra things while I’m stuck over here. So, can we please just be mature and hurry this along? 

“But-”

“Choose, Cassie. Pull-ups, or diapers?” 

Not a question Cassidy ever thought would be posed to her. And, as she and Margot both know, there was really only one answer. “Diapers,” she mumbled.

“Okay,” Margot curtly said. There was only impatience in her voice, which only made Cassidy feel more embarrassed and self conscious about everything. Because to Margot, this was just doing her job; obviously it was a lot more to Cassidy. Of course, she was the only one that knew that. Well, plus Audrey. If there was a silver lining to be found, it was that her sister wasn’t currently present to witness this or, God forbid, to take pictures or videos. 

So far, unless Audrey had been sneaky, there was no proof that this day had happened. Best to keep it that way, somehow. But first, Cassidy had to deal with the humiliation of being diapered. She couldn’t put it off forever, especially with Margot’s current attitude. 

Margot looked a lot taller now that she was standing and Cassidy wasn’t. And, as she stepped forward to do up the diapers laid out underneath Cassidy, she simply said, “Hold still,” before getting to work. 

Cassidy did as she was told, closing her eyes and wondering how she had let things come this far. Audrey might have set her up, but Cassidy was the one who fell for it.

Part Nineteen

Compared to the cleaning process, the diapering itself barely took any time at all. Margot seemed plenty experienced at the babysitting task, and had the first diaper taped snugly around Cassidy in a matter of seconds. Curtly shutting down the girl’s follow-up request that one was fine, Margot wasted no time in wrapping the second diaper around her and taping it just as tightly. “See?” she said, “Easy.”

Blushing a bit that she had waited until she was given permission to do so, Cassidy sat up and swiveled her legs over the edge of the cot. Maybe it was the fact that she was sitting on the padding vs. standing, but the bulk between her legs and underneath her ass felt like more than the pull-ups. Although she hadn’t known about the mortifying underwear when Audrey first gave her the costume; it could just be that literally seeing herself in diapers made it worse. 

“Alright, Cassie, we need to figure a few things out,” Margot said, “Unfortunately, you’re not going to be able to wear your old costume.” She explained that there really wasn’t anything to be done about the leotard. Short of cutting it down the middle and letting Cassidy wear the top half, there was nothing to be done. Sewing in the pull-ups had probably been fine when they were dry, but now they were dirty and impossible to work around. 

Cassidy was torn. It’s not like she liked the fairy costume in the slightest, but she was also still naked save for the diapers. Continuing to cup her breasts with her hands, she just waited for Margot to come up with a solution. Twelve or nineteen, it’s not like Cassidy could walk around topless. 

Thankfully, Margot at least had something for that. “We can start with this.” She held up a dark pink t-shirt that had a crest with a unicorn centered on it. “I think it’s about your size.” Handing it to Cassidy would require her to uncover, so Margot placed it down next to her on the cot. “Try that on, and I’ll be right.”

Normally, Cassidy would never be caught dead in such a shirt, but she was so far past standards like that. Anything was better than being half naked, and a childish shirt was nothing compared to diapers. Sighing to herself, she pulled on the t-shirt the moment Margot had disappeared around the corner. Unfortunately, ‘about her size’ didn’t mean ‘actually her size.’ 

The shirt was easily one size too small. Not only did the pink top hug her smaller breasts and show off her form down to the nipple just like the leotard did, but the hem also stopped about a half inch above her waist. Overall, it was basically like an immature crop top that did nothing to cover the diapers or give her any modesty without a bra underneath. 

It took a few minutes for Margot to return. In the meantime, Cassidy was left to stew in the embarrassing getup. At least she was wearing something, but she still felt absolutely ridiculous. Putting her shoes back on had only highlighted how thick the diapers were, as every little movement was less natural than if she had been wearing regular underwear. Not only was there a faint crinkling as she moved about that was particularly noticeable in the solitude of the makeshift nurse station, but the padding between her thighs made it so pretty much everything she did reminded her that she was wearing diapers. Being bottomless didn’t help, either. 

Margot was empty handed when she appeared again. “Sorry, Cassie. Not much in the Lost and Found,” she said, “But hey, looks like the shirt fits?” The uptick in her voice was enough to give away that she noticed the unfortunate tightness that Cassidy was already well aware of.

Frowning, Cassidy said, “I can’t just wear-” She cut herself off. The word itself would make the mortifying experience more real. 

“I know,” Margot said, “How about your skirt? Did you try it on?”

“No. It won’t- I mean, it’s not enough . . . ” The pink tulle skirt was not at all the nice kind that would actually cover anything meaningful. Between the leotard and the material near the waistband, there had been enough to give Cassidy the modesty she required to go out in public. Even then, it was supposed to be a temporary costume. However, she doubted the skirt would fully cover her current underwear situation. 

“At least try, Cassie. There aren’t really any other options right now, and I know you don’t want to join the others in just your diapers.”

Cassidy didn’t even register the embarrassingly possessive word; she was too distracted by the other part. “The others?”

“Mm hmm,” Margot nodded, “There’s a small group around your age here. We reserve the more mature activities for teenagers like you.”

“What about a rental?” Cassidy switched gears entirely. Considering her real age and life experiences, she knew full well that Margot was trying to placate her with a statement like that. To make her forget that she had literally been dropped off at daycare. Mature activities or not, Cassidy was way too old to be looked after in such a way. “I can pay you back.” Unfortunately, Audrey had her wallet. But the rental place was practically next door, and any of those selections would be better than the current t-shirt/diapers combination. 

“Try the skirt,” Margot insisted.

“But-”

“I’m on shift right now, and you’re not allowed to leave the area. Look, it’s up to you. Would you rather put your skirt on, or are you comfortable in just your diapers?”

It was literally the same logic as before, and yet Cassidy was just as trapped by it. Obviously she wasn’t going to walk around without anything to cover the humiliating underwear; the thought alone made her blush. “Skirt,” she mumbled. Walking over to where she had kicked it off earlier, Cassidy picked up the tulle garment and once again cringed as the diapers shifted as she lifted a leg to step into the skirt. 

As expected, it was barely a fix. The skirt was plenty long, but that wasn’t the problem. It’s that the light pink fabric was practically see through save for the upper portion. Cassidy examined herself and concluded that the diapers would maybe be fully covered if she stood completely still, but anything else would risk them being seen. 

Margot was pretty quick to dismiss that complaint. “That’s only because you’re looking for them,” she said, “I doubt anyone else will notice! Come on, you look fine. Ready to go?” 

“But-” Cassidy looked herself over one more time. Even if the skirt managed to conceal the bulky underwear, the outfit itself was hideous with the mismatched pink. Plus, there was her chest to worry about. “My, umm- my boobs . . . ”

“What boobs?” There wasn’t a trace of rudeness to Margot’s tone, which almost made it more insulting. Still, she elaborated, “Sorry. I just mean, I’d wait until you develop a little more before worrying about stuff like that.”

At that, Cassidy blushed bright red. Margot truly did think that she was going through puberty or something, despite how the diapered girl had completed a year of undergrad and probably wouldn’t be growing any time soon. And ‘what boobs?!’ 

Ignorant to Cassidy’s internal offense and embarrassment, Margot just smiled. “Like I said, you look fine. Let’s go, Cassie.”

Part Twenty

Cassidy was dressed and in clean underwear. 

All things considered, she knew she should be grateful. It was certainly a step up from wearing soaked pull-ups or standing around naked outdoors. And, while the unicorn shirt was girly and immature, it was low key probably what she would have chosen if her current outfit and the fairy costume had been held up side by side. That kind of thinking was dangerous, as it made her realize that there were boxes of old clothes in the basement back home that would have worked just as well for the scheme that Audrey had suggested. 

Retrospect was almost as much of a bitch as her sister was, however, and Cassidy needed to remember that there was a degree of time pressure that had been under that morning. Blaming herself wasn’t fair, when this was all clearly Audrey’s doing. 

As Margot walked her back to the more public area of the daycare tent, Cassidy appreciated her change of clothes less and less. There really hadn’t been something better for her to wear? Then again, it’s not like a Lost and Found would be rich with clothing options. The only reason there was anything in there at all was probably because the Renaissance Faire was a place that involved changing into costumes. She could easily see some girl dropping her shirt after dressing up and not realizing it until hours later. Cassidy had already suggested the costume rental thing for herself as an alternative, but Margot had dismissed the idea immediately. Not only would it leave her coworker without assistance for even longer, but Margot also pointed out that Cassidy didn’t have a means of paying for said rental. 

Cassidy didn’t even bother asking Margot for a loan. Even if the dark haired girl actually believed they were the same age, it would be asking a lot. Trusting a stranger you just met with the kind of money required for bloated costume rental costs? Unlikely. No, Cassidy was wearing the best that she was going to get. 

“Hey, everyone?” Margot announced to the small group of ‘kids’ that looked to be around Cassidy’s false age. 

Was it too late to run away and hop the fence? Cassidy actually didn’t know which was worse–having a girl Audrey’s age think that she was younger than she was, or having girls actually that age believe it. She was dealing with both at the moment, of course. The only silver lining was that this demographic had their own corner of the large tented area, no doubt because they were too mature for all the kiddie games designed for the children that had been dropped off. The three youths Margot took her to had to have been checked in just like Cassidy had. Temporarily handed off so their older family members could see some of the more explicit shows, while not trusting them to roam about on their own. 

One of the girls was in costume, albeit a very simple one. Some kind of huntress design, which Cassidy guessed was thrown together at home with various outfit pieces and accessories. The other girl was wearing casual summer clothes, as was the lone boy that stood with them. None of them were siblings as far as she could tell. Just three young individuals that were stuck together due to circumstance. Either overprotective parents, or troublemaking family members who couldn’t be left alone. 

Similar to the slightly more mature way Margot had been talking to her, at least when Cassidy had been cooperating instead of complaining, Margot continued, “This is Cassie. She’ll be joining you for a while. With four, you can definitely-”

The young huntress scoffed. “No, thanks. We just want to hang out. Unless Cassie’s into silly games?” While the girl had started with a look towards Margot, her gaze shifted right away to the pink clad Cassidy. Expectant, and a bit judgmental. 

So the girl in costume was the one taking all this the least seriously? Interesting. “I’m good with whatever,” Cassidy said. She wasn’t lying. The objective at this point was to just wait it out until Audrey returned. She almost corrected Margot’s introduction, but being ‘Cassidy’ to people she’d never see again wasn’t worth the risk of giving Audrey an excuse to somehow make things worse if she found out. 

“See?” the same girl said, “Thanks but no thanks, Margot. We’ll give you a call if we need you!”

To her credit, Margot didn’t even bat an eye. “As you wish. Just stay in your area and-”

“No jailbreaks. We got it.”

“And behave,” Margot concluded. With that, she turned and headed off towards the more crowded area of the tent with a group of younger kids who seemed to be in the middle of a game led by who Cassidy assumed was the Paula referenced earlier. 

Cassidy noticed right away how excessive the term ‘jailbreak’ was. She and the other three had more or less been left completely alone, and it’s not like the nearby fence was a particularly challenging climb. Any of them could easily hop it and make a break for it if they wanted to, at the expense of getting into trouble with whomever had dropped them off. Of course, Cassidy had her own motivations for not trying to run. With no keys, wallet, or phone, she was completely dependent on Audrey at the moment. The trio she had been left with probably had their own reasons for staying as well. 

Despite being in college and too old to care what teenagers thought of her, Cassidy immediately felt self conscious as she became the center of attention in Margot’s absence. Because in their eyes, she was very much not a college girl. “Umm, hey,” Cassidy said. At least with Margot, she could relate with her even if Margot didn’t view her as a peer. This was different. 

“Hey, yourself,” the huntress said. She placed a hand on her hip and looked Cassidy up and down, “Cute outfit.”

Cassidy couldn’t stop a blush from forming on her cheeks. “It’s not mine.” She glanced away with a slight grimace, before blurting out the first lie she could think of that offset as much blame as possible. “Someone spilled their drink on me, and Margot insisted on the Lost and Found.” Common enemy, right? If Cassidy was going to be stuck in this area, she doubted she could just twiddle her thumbs in the corner now that Margot had so blatantly introduced her. While she wasn’t particularly interested in relating to the group she was stuck with, the least she could do was have on her side enough to not bother her. 

Since she was actually a young adult, such a tactic came pretty easily to Cassidy even if she wasn’t manipulative like her sister. Huntress girl didn’t like Margot? Lean into that. And it seemed to work right away. 

“Margot insisted,” the girl echoed, “Too bad you didn’t have me around.”

Cocky. Cassidy had to fight the urge to scoff herself. Typical teenager, thinking she’s all that when it comes to rebelling against authority. The fact that she was tossed into daycare undermined that attitude pretty hard. “Yeah,” Cassidy replied. Anything more than that would risk sarcasm creeping in, “So, we’re just stuck waiting?”

“Pretty much. I’m Quinn, by the way.”

“Cassidy.” Whatever. Fuck Audrey. 

Quinn briefly introduced the others, before gesturing for Cassidy to join their circle. 

First, a diaper change. Now, she had to casually hang out with teenagers like she was one of them.

Part 21

Despite how well it seemed she had set up her sister to fail when given the opportunity, Audrey was still a bit in disbelief when Cassidy actually began wetting herself in line. For a girl who normally prided herself on being so mature and put together, little Cassie certainly didn’t know how to stand up for herself when it mattered. And, most amusingly, Audrey’s older sister was normally so bossy and above it all. When dressed like a girly fairy with bangs, however, those traits only served to sell the lie that she was actually a socially awkward tween.

After the daytime accident, however, Audrey’s effortless improvising hit a wall. She really had no idea what to do with her ‘little sister’ next. While it was amazing and hilarious and so many other things that Cassidy was now wearing wet pull-ups, Audrey couldn’t figure out a good option for dealing with it. While she enjoyed the thought of making Cassidy suck it up and walk around for a while in the name of giving the girl a diaper rash, there was probably only so far Audrey could push her sister before she snapped and found a way to push back. They could have stayed in line, but that had already wasted enough time. Also, Cassidy’s pee-soaked underwear was stitched into the leotard. While it would be fun to be the one to change her sister, Audrey had no idea how to deal with a unique situation like that. Even if she was the one who had initially set it up. And, of course, they couldn’t just leave the faire. This was a once a year outing, and Audrey still had many shops to hit and shows to see. 

Loathe as Audrey was to admit it, Cassidy was right. Renting a costume was the best plan now that Audrey had had her fun. She could enjoy the irony that poor Cassie was going to pay for a costume after all the humiliation that followed her efforts to save some money with the fairy ensemble, and Cassidy would also need to get in the back of the handicap bathroom line and wait all over again now that they had lost their spot. Perhaps there would still be some diaper rash potential there, with walking across the grounds twice and then standing and fidgeting in line for an hour. It really would be something to get her nineteen year old sister to have a bit of pink down there when that was normally something that only happened to babies. And, best of all, Audrey wouldn’t have to supervise her this time and pressure her to stay in line. Instead, Audrey could wander about the faire with the assurance that Cassidy would stay put due to it being the only option to comfortably change and clean herself up. 

But then, Audrey found something even better. 

The adventure playground tent, or whatever they were unofficially calling it these days. A few years ago, they had abandoned the prominent sign that used to be up, because older kids were more averse to being dumped in an area that looked too immature. Of course, there was probably never a good reaction from tweens being kept under supervision, but at least this way offered more subtlety and parents could potentially set things up in a way where their children didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. A bit manipulative, perhaps, but it made sense. There were a handful of explicit shows, and it was safer to put their kids somewhere that would guarantee they’d stay put and not get into trouble. If the adults had done their research ahead of time on the website, then they would know that this was an option. 

As a girl who had gone to this particular Renaissance Faire for many years, Audrey was well aware that this was a thing. And, the moment she spied it on the way to walking Cassidy to the costume rental place, she realized how perfect of a solution it was. Not only could she be a ‘nice sister’ in terms of getting Cassidy an underwear change sooner rather than later, but it was a perfect way to embarrass her while still achieving the recent fun idea of wasting her sister’s money after everything. Of course, Audrey had already subtly swiped Cassidy’s card instead of her own for a few purchases along the way. But this was better, as it was technically something for her sister, even if Audrey was well aware that little Cassie would be less than enthused about the situation. 

Audrey had to resist the urge to grin when the check-in girl didn’t bat an eye at Cassie’s false age. Her sister really did look twelve thanks to Audrey’s little scheme, and Audrey imagined that any insistence to the contrary would just look like an immature tween lying or playing make believe. And because Audrey mentioned the pull-ups and put them on the form, she doubted that anyone would believe that Cassidy was a college girl once they learned that she was not only wearing pull-ups, but that she had wet them in the middle of the day. 

Normally, Audrey didn’t enjoy blackmail. There were so many more interesting ways to get someone to do what you wanted. She was well versed in using all kinds of manipulative tactics around her peers, and it was so much more satisfying to ‘win’ simply by cleverly framing things in a conversation to make the other girl concede and/or look worse. However, she and Cassidy were sisters. The popular girl tricks didn’t work as well on someone who had known her forever, plus Audrey had already done so much to progress things this far. What was the harm in taking the easy route every now and then?

After bullying little Cassie into caving and getting her to willingly follow Margot into the daycare tent, Audrey smirked to herself and strolled off. Far enough so the big tent was no longer in view, and then she randomly chose several paths to turn down on the off chance that Cassidy made a move to escape and chase after her. Now her sister wouldn’t be able to find her very easily, and Audrey was the one with both phones and the car keys. One way or another, little Cassie was going to be helplessly stranded for a while. 

That’s exactly what Audrey needed. Time. This little prank had already gone way further than she had expected, which meant Audrey had to figure out where to take things next. Being the ‘older sister’ for once was all kinds of fun, and the fact that Cassidy had wet herself was insane. So, what now? Call it quits, and lord ‘Cassie’s’ accident over her forever? Or find a way to extend her sister’s tween existence beyond just a day at the faire? 

Audrey didn’t consider herself particularly cruel or wicked, but the thought of trapping Cassidy as a twelve year old for a little longer was tempting nonetheless. Without her college clothes and usual enhancements, it was amusingly easy to shave seven years off her life. But how? It wouldn’t mean anything back home, as the two of them knew the truth. Although insisting on pull-ups for another day or two might be possible. Still, there had to be something more interesting than babyish underwear. 

After treating herself to a few trinkets on Cassidy’s dime while brainstorming along the way, Audrey grinned to herself as she finally thought of an idea that might work. 

‘Oh my God,’ Audrey thought to herself, ‘That could be good. Like, really good.’

Part 22

If the first interaction with Quinn hadn’t made it clear that she was the ringleader of the small group that had been dumped into daycare despite all of them clearly of the opinion that they were old enough to be fine by themselves, the next few minutes easily showed that she was the one running things. Mostly due to the fact that she was the one speaking the most, while the two others were content to follow along with whatever she was saying. 

Molly and Noah. Easy enough to remember, along with Quinn.

For a short while, Cassidy was stuck as the center of attention. Not my favorite, considering that her own maturity far exceeded that of these three, and she wasn’t particularly interested in spending time with them until Audrey returned. But it’s not like Cassidy could go anywhere, and Margot had already stuck her with them. 

So she answered Quinn’s questions, pulling the answers from her younger self instead of trying to keep track of a bunch of lies. Twelve year old Cassidy, talking about her middle school experiences. Thankfully, none of them went to her old school. It would have been all kinds of awkward to try to explain why they hadn’t met her before. Talking about hobbies and academics was all well and good, as she could easily rely on her memories for all that. However, she wasn’t ready in the slightest for the conversation to shift towards boys. 

“Umm,” Cassidy hesitated. She was already blushing. Despite being in college, it was just one of those topics that always brought on a bit of awkwardness, whether it was family asking or teenagers she’d literally never see again. “No, not really. I mean, I’m just starting classes this fall.” While it was humiliating to be viewed as a twelve year old without a trace of doubt on anyone’s face so far, she’d take the advantages where she could. She was going to call it a summer birthday and act like she hadn’t started middle school yet. 

Quinn cocked her head to the side. “Really? No cute boys at the pool? No crushes on any of your sister’s friends? Older boys are hot.”

Cassidy had mentioned Audrey during the get-to-know-you interrogation, and it’s not like Cassidy could Audrey her my younger sister when Audrey was the one who would be picking her up. Even without Audrey around, Cassidy was still telling everyone that Audrey was the older one. “No crushes,” she affirmed. Technically Audrey’s friends would be datable with there just being a one year gap, but Audrey mostly hung out with girls that were as bad as her. Any boys that hung around would already be attached to one of them. Also, hooking up with anyone Audrey knew was practically begging for Audrey to get inappropriate dirt on Cassidy somehow. 

“Huh. Well, what do you think about Noah, here?”

‘Oh, God.’ Not only could Cassidy feel her own heart race at being put on the spot when she was actually way too old to remotely consider someone Noah’s age as a viable partner, but she could also see that Quinn’s little suggestion had the boy blushing as well. 

It had been years since Cassidy dealt with no-win questions like this, if she discounted Audrey’s tedious antics that she would never really be free from. Saying ‘yes’ obviously wasn’t an option, but she had been trapped in a position where she needed to figure out how to deny the casual weighted question without hurting the boy’s feelings. He had seemed plenty self assured so far, but girls like Quinn had a way of finding topics to make a peer’s confidence waver. 

Unfortunately, Cassidy couldn’t wait too long. Lingering silence would only point towards her potentially liking the boy if she found herself speechless after Quinn asked. “Not really my type,” Cassidy said. She hoped her voice sounded normal. It was a safe answer in terms of making it less about him and more about her. And, more importantly, she was stalling for time. Best case scenario, Quinn would drop it. But if she pressed for details, Cassidy would have a few more seconds to figure out why Noah wasn’t her type. 

And, sure enough, Quinn didn’t want to let it go that easily. The huntress smirked a little at both Noah’s rosy cheeks and Cassidy’s hesitation. “How so?” she asked. 

Outright lying, Cassidy said, “I just kind of have a thing for blonds, you know?”

“Seriously? That’s a little shallow. You’re saying you wouldn’t date a boy who doesn’t have blond hair?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just-”

“Then what is it like, Cassie?”

She frowned. “It’s Cassidy.”

Thankfully, the other girl stepped in. “Just drop it, Quinn,” Molly said, “They don’t even go to the same school.

‘And I’m not actually a tween.’ But Cassidy was happy to let the other girl come to her defense. It was pretty obvious Quinn was just trying to stir up drama, rather than have a serious conversation about who Cassidy did or didn’t like.

Quinn just sighed. “I’m just saying. You can’t just write off a guy because of hair color. And what about you, Noah? Would you date Cassidy if she asked?”

Of course, the boy had been quiet amidst the three girls talking. Cassidy understood his own awkwardness, as dealing with girls at that age was brutal. Not that she had any personal experience with the male perspective, of course. But early teenage years were when certain girls really developed in their manipulation compared to whatever little tricks they had learned before; Quinn was a perfect example. 

Again, Molly answered instead. “Why don’t we talk about something else. Or do something else?”

“Like one of Margot’s stupid games?” Quinn scoffed. 

“Hell, no,” Molly said, “Like, one of our own games. I know one or two from camp that don’t suck, or we could always do Truth or Dare.”

Cassidy absolutely would have preferred the former. Something to innocently kill time before Audrey returned, that didn’t involve talking about boys she had zero interest in. However, the second option was what made Quinn’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that could be fun. How about it, Noah? Cass?”

Noah gave a nod. “Sure.” Since he hadn’t spoken much, it was difficult to tell if he had been checked in because he was trouble in his own way or simply because his parents/siblings wanted to see something too mature for his age. Usually it was a combination. Quinn was once again a good example, but even Molly didn’t seem particularly innocent. Though she had defended Cassidy and Noah, there was a subtle intensity to the way she did it that made it seem more like she was just over the whole conversation than looking out for anyone. 

“Cassidy?” Molly asked, glancing her way.

Of all the things they could have picked, was Truth or Dare seriously going to be the choice? It was the dumbest game. Either everything was way too easy and immature, or way too intense depending on the crowd. Cassidy couldn’t remember a game of it that she particularly enjoyed over the years. But, at the same time, she was blanking in terms of possible alternatives. “Whatever,” she said. It’s not like she was actually twelve. She was mature enough to say ‘no’ to anything that her younger self might have caved to under peer pressure. 

“Great!” Quinn said. “You can go first, Molly, since it was your idea.”

Part 23

Cassidy had assumed that Molly would be the first one to ask, in terms of going first. But in typical teenage girl fashion, Quinn had set it up so she would get the most opportunities to have her own fun. “Truth or Dare?” Quinn asked the girl. 

Of course, Molly tried to make the very same point, but Quinn just waved her off. After all, Molly would get to go right afterwards due to the rules. Cassidy was a little unsure of what the rules were themselves, aside from the obvious part about whoever did something most recently was the one to choose someone else. Every group played the game differently in her experience, and there were four of them including herself that had never played the game together. Hopefully Cassidy could use that to her advantage, in case any twist on things wasn’t to her liking. 

For the moment, however, she was just happy the attention was off her.

Molly started off with a ‘Truth,’ defending herself immediately when Quinn rolled her eyes. It would be more fun to ease their way in, according to Molly. Leave some room for things to get interesting. One way or another, it was her choice. In response, Quinn asked, “Have you ever stuffed your bra to impress a boy?”

It was Molly’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please. My boobs are bigger than yours, Quinn. I should be asking you that Truth.”

Meanwhile, Cassidy was just grateful she hadn’t had to deal with a question like that. It wasn’t to impress boys, but she definitely had a padding/push-up combo most days to make her annoyingly petite body look a little more womanly. In reality, she barely needed a bra, as evidenced by the fact that she hadn’t worn one all day. Thankfully, Molly and Quinn were bantering with each other about it and not paying much attention to the fact that she was easily the one with the smallest chest between the three of them. She was used to being on the flatter side compared to her friends and peers, of course, but it was something else when a group of young teenagers out-sized her while assuming that she was their age as well. 

While Molly probably would have appreciated being able to throw a dare or a question back in Quinn’s direction, that’s not how the game worked. You couldn’t ask someone who just asked you. Cassidy was let off the hook again when Noah was the next one to take a turn, but that comfort wouldn’t last forever. 

All in all, the game was just as bad as she remembered it being. The questions were either personal or embarrassing, especially since Cassidy had to draw her own out from the past all while not particularly wanting to hear most of the answers from teenagers she could practically see herself babysitting under different circumstances. And the dares were pretty limited, as it’s not like there was much to do in their little section of the tent. Noah had to kiss Quinn’s cheek, a dare Molly was happy to set up to get back at Quinn for her general attitude. Cassidy had to touch her ear to her shoulder until her next turn, making her look and feel more like an immature tween as the game progressed. Molly had to flash the waistband of her underwear to Noah and then blow him a kiss.

Pretty much everything involving Noah hinted towards escalation, though Cassidy also realized it was because he was the only boy present. She was just glad none of her dares revolved around him, especially after all the recent crush talk. Although as the game progressed, she could see him noticing the attention and being subtly content that he basically had three girls to himself. Apparently it didn’t take much for him to get over the faint embarrassment earlier from some of Quinn’s remarks. 

While Cassidy aimed for more truths than dares, since answering questions was more or less what she had already done for several minutes before the game started anyway, she still fell victim to the peer pressure in terms of switching to ‘Dare’ just frequently enough that she wouldn’t be called out for avoiding them. Things had been tame for the most part so far, although she had been bracing herself to politely turn down anything Noah-related. But she was not prepared in the slightest for Quinn’s next dare. 

Smirking a little bit, Quinn said, “I dare you to swap bottoms with Molly.”

Cassidy’s breath hitched. No. Not that. “W-what?” she managed to get out. Throughout her entire time with the trio of adolescents, she had been passively aware of the bulk between her legs. The game was a nice distraction, but it was impossible to forget about her underwear situation completely. She had been nervous that the tulle skirt wouldn’t be able to cover up the diapers, but obviously hadn’t considered a situation that would involve removing it entirely. 

“You heard me,” Quinn replied, “Switch with Molly here. You’re probably close to the same waist size. Besides, I’m doing you a favor! You’re wearing too much pink and she’s not wearing enough. I bet you’ll both complete each others’ outfits.”

Technically, she was right. Cassidy’s pink tulle would go decently well with Molly’s white top, and Molly’s jean shorts would be more attractive with Cassidy’s pink tee than a different shade of pink. But that wasn’t the point. Clearly the real intention was to make both of the girls temporarily bottomless. And while Cassidy had already been fully nude at the faire, that had been at the edge of the grounds behind a changing barrier. This would be in front of an audience, and would instantly reveal the fact that she was wearing diapers. 

The worst part? Being too defensive would only make Quinn more curious.

Molly spoke up first. “Umm, no. This is Cassidy’s dare, not mine.” 

She was right. Quinn was essentially daring both her and Cassidy at once, but the huntress girl was ready for the denial. She shot back right away with, “I didn’t complain when Noah was dared to kiss me. That wasn’t my dare, was it?”

“That’s so not the same thing. But you know what? Fine. I’ll do it, but I get to dare you back before Cassidy’s turn.” As if it was a done deal, Molly undid the button on her shorts. 

“Deal,” Quinn nodded. She clearly didn’t care, considering how confident and shameless she was. Glancing towards the pink clad girl, she said, “Cassidy?”

Feeling a knot forming in her stomach, Cassidy blurted out, “Wait! I, umm-” She absolutely couldn’t take her skirt off. But Molly was being casually bold about taking her bottoms off, and it wasn’t even her dare. Granted, she had already shown her underwear choice of the day, but that was different than standing around in only her underwear! “What’s the forfeit?” Cassidy managed to get out. That’s a rule she remembered from her childhood, although the forfeits were often worse than the dares themselves. 

“Hmm, a forfeit?” Quinn mused for a moment, “Oh, I have one. Hold still, Cassie. If you move, you have to do the dare and the forfeit.” With that, Quinn strutted over to Cassidy and then walked right past her.

Cassidy reluctantly did as she was told. And immediately regretted it. 

From behind her, Quinn said, “The forfeit is to do your fucking dare.” Then she gripped Cassidy’s skirt and yanked it down.

Part 24

Cassidy had never been pantsed before. Like, ever.

Even with a brat of a younger sister who always went out of her way to embarrass her when they were both in middle school and high school, Cassidy had always kept her guard up when it came to physical ‘pranks’ like that. Plus Audrey was a little more elegant in the ways she set up her older sister. Today was a good example, although also way more extreme than her usual. Apparently months of separation gave the girl an opportunity to think of something that would make up for all that lost time. 

And, at school, Cassidy had been vigilant enough to avoid her gym shorts being yanked down during her younger teenage years when that was a trend for a little while. It happened to people in regular outfits, too, but gym attire was particularly susceptible due to the lack of resistance in the shorts and the more chaotic nature of that class. Not to Cassidy, however, since she saw it happen enough to others that she never gave anyone the chance to do it to her.

Unfortunately for her, those habits were long forgotten. It’s not like people were pantsing each other in college, and she had honestly assumed that teens these days would have come up with something less crude in terms of embarrassing their peers. Apparently not. Cassidy gasped as she felt Quinn’s hands on her skirt, but it was too late to do anything about it. By the time Cassidy attempted to save the costume piece Audrey had set her up to wear, it was already halfway down her legs. 

Under normal circumstances, Cassidy’s reflex would have been to immediately bend over and retrieve the skirt before anyone saw too much of her underwear. Or, as her college aged self, perhaps simply stand there for a few seconds with her more mature confidence to show that she wasn’t bothered by such a juvenile attempt to make her blush. Her legs were annoyingly slim, but she typically wore nice underwear that would have offset her petite figure. However, Cassidy did neither of those things. Instead, she froze. Fully froze, both due to the shock of Quinn pulling her skirt down and the horrifying realization that nothing Cassidy could do would be able to conceal the fact that she was wearing diapers. 

Molly was the one who broke the silence. “Wait, what the fuck? Are you wearing a diaper?!” The look on her face was something between surprise and amusement, and there was a good chance Cassidy was about to lose the defense the girl had offered here and there against Quinn. Noah was impossible to read. He was just staring, and probably processing through what he had thought was going to be a bottomless girl before the visual ended up being something slightly unexpected. 

Then there was Quinn herself. She had taken a second longer to notice due to being the one who had pantsed Cassidy, which meant she didn’t see the full picture right away despite being the closest to the bulky underwear. But when she did, she barked out a laugh. “She totally is!!” Quinn exclaimed. With no warning, she grabbed the base of the padding for a quick feel. “More than one, I think. Unless it’s just super thick.”

Finally coming to her senses, Cassidy snapped back, “Hey!” She swatted Quinn’s hand away and then tried to step away from the girl for a little personal space. Of course, dealing with the fact that her padded underwear had been revealed made Cassidy temporarily forget that her skirt was now pooled around her ankles. Right away, she stumbled and nearly fell over.

The person who saved her, ironically, was Quinn. Before Cassidy fell too off balance from how her legs were tangled up in the pink tulle, Quinn managed to catch her and offer enough support so she didn’t completely fall over. “Careful, Cassidy. Here, let me help.” Her voice was practically right in Cassidy’s ear, and there was just a hint of bitchy-ness in the girl’s tone hiding behind what was more gentle and subtly condescending on the surface. In the name of ‘helping,’ Quinn firmly planted her foot on the skirt between Cassidy’s ankles, then instructed, “Lift your right foot, Cassidy.”

It was a million times worse than being naked outside with Margot. Despite being a lot more clothed, Cassidy was caught wearing diapers in front of a group of teenagers. She felt beyond small, and barely heard what Quinn said due to dealing with the mortification and swirling emotions she was caught up in. It was only when Quinn repeated herself, more insistent the second time around, that Cassidy heard the words and wasn’t immediately on board. “Umm, I don’t think-”

Right away, Quinn shot back with, “Now, Cassie. You have to. Isn’t that right, Molly?”

Molly nodded. That’s all it took. One humiliating revelation, and suddenly Molly was fully on the side of the young huntress after getting over her own surprise at this turn of events. “Do what Quinn says, Cassidy.” At least she was still using the full name, but Quinn had been gravitating more and more towards the one Margot had said when she had initially dropped Cassidy off with the rest of them. Molly echoed the other part as well. “Right now.”

Cassidy froze for the second time, although only for a second this time around. Deep down, she knew she didn’t have to listen. The two girls were teenagers, and so much younger than her. They didn’t have any real power, and yet the peer pressure was real. It was two against one, and Cassidy was too flustered to come up with any kind of real argument. She just blushed and tried one more time to blurt out. “But, I-”

“Leg up, Cassie.” Taking a new approach, Quinn sounded more curt and no-nonsense about the whole thing. It was almost like Cassidy had annoyed her somehow, even though Cassidy hadn’t even done anything. 

Nervously swallowing, Cassidy did as she was told. It was the perfect concoction of embarrassment, judgment, and nonstop pressure, and Quinn’s directive was ultimately a simple one. Pushing back on it felt futile. So she reluctantly lifted her right foot now that Quinn had kept her from falling only to keep her off balance in an entirely different way. 

Quinn shifted the skirt with her foot, then followed up with, “Now the other one.”

Once again, Cassidy obeyed. Her second foot was a little more tangled up than the first one, but she managed to work it out of the skirt thanks to the way Quinn kept the fabric pinned down with her foot. Just like that, she was only wearing diapers below the waist. The reality hit her far too late. Cassidy’s blush deepened and she belatedly tried to cover herself up for all the good that would do. “Quinn-”

“Yes, Cassie?” She made short work of scooping up the now fully removed skirt. Walking around to join Molly and Noah, Quinn handed the pink garment to the other girl and then smirked as she looked Cassidy up and down. Her gaze lingered on the bulky underwear. “Hmm, maybe Molly was right. This is your dare, Cass. It totally isn’t fair to make Molly give up her skirt.”

Molly smiled. It was obviously because of the implication of Quinn’s words, rather than that the girl was agreeing with her after the fact. “Sorry, Cassidy,” she shrugged.

Part 25

Cassidy’s mouth hung open in shock for a few seconds. 

It was less because she had been waiting on Molly’s skirt in exchange, as the recent dare had been temporarily forgotten amidst everything else. She was more belatedly coming to grips with what she had just done. They had all seen her diapers, but then she had allowed Quinn to take her skirt away? It had all happened so fast. The peer pressure had been real. Although was that really an excuse, when she wasn’t actually their peer?

Still blushing, she looked from Noah to Molly to Quinn. “Wait, you can’t- I, umm,” Cassidy didn’t know what she was trying to say as she stammered through things as all three of them stared at her diapered self. She finally landed on, “Please give it back.” As scrambled as Cassidy’s thoughts were, she couldn’t help but notice how ridiculous she sounded. It was like she was actually a middle school girl, getting bullied by the popular kids. And while this felt more like teenagers enjoying a dare that resulted in an embarrassing twist, rather than actual bullying, it didn’t change the fact that she was the outnumbered girl with a humiliating ‘secret.’ 

Quinn examined her fingernails for a few seconds as she considered Cassidy’s plea. Deciding to be nice, albeit with some pretty heavy strings attached, Quinn said, “Okay. You can have your skirt, but you have to do something for us first.”

While she didn’t love the sound of that, Cassidy was at least willing to hear her out. She absolutely wouldn’t offer a blank check, however. “Do what?” she hesitantly asked. Similar to the diaper change with Margot, this was already starting to feel like a situation where resistance would only drag things out. It was three against one, and Cassidy didn’t know these teenagers nearly well enough to know how they would react if she tried to demand her skirt back. Or maybe lunging for Molly and yanking the skirt from her hands. Except Cassidy felt too vulnerable in her bare legs and padded underwear to do anything too assertive or aggressive, and she was also literally the shortest one amongst them. Not by much, but it was noticeable to her due to the age difference. 

Crossing her arms with an idle smirk, Quinn explained, “Well, I’m kind of over this game. I think we should finish it off with a triple turn for you. Three truths, and three dares. That’s all.”

Like it was that simple. Cassidy wasn’t stupid. She knew that Truth or Dare tended to escalate, and this latest dare ended up with her being bottomless. While she could easily lie when it came to any questions about herself, the back to back dares would be more difficult to get around. “Umm, that’s not fair,” she muttered. Similar to ‘give it back,’ these latest three words sounded just as immature when she actually heard them out loud. 

“Sure it is,” Quinn nodded, “Would you rather keep playing, or end the game right now? Wouldn’t a longer game end up being more than three of each? But, I guess if you’re fine standing around in those diapers . . . ”

“No!” Cassidy exclaimed. She knew what Quinn was doing, but it didn’t stop it from being effective. It was bad enough having this small group see her like this. What if another person their age was checked into the tent before the game was over? What if Audrey came back when she was bottomless? There was so much to worry about, and negotiating with Quinn alone was extending how long she was stuck in diapers. Molly and Noah weren’t particularly subtle about the way they stared, and Cassidy could tell it wasn’t because she wasn’t wearing pants. The babyish underwear was the complete opposite of sexy.

The young huntress just smiled in response. After a few seconds of letting the unspoken decision linger, she glanced towards Molly. “That’s fair, right? One truth and one dare from each of us?” 

“Totally fair,” Molly replied. She fiddled with Cassidy’s skirt, folding it again and again until it was nice and compact. Sliding it into her purse and zipping up the accessory for good measure, she turned to the only boy of the group. “Noah?”

He grinned. Giving Cassidy’s bare legs one more shameless look, he said, “Super fair.”

Once all of them had countered Cassidy’s claim, Quinn rounded things off. She placed a hand on her hip in a way that was reminiscent of the way Audrey often did, and said, “Three against one. It’s decided, then. Cool with that, Cassie?” Pausing for all of half of a second, Quinn confirmed, “Great! Who wants to go first?”

Cassidy gasped. “Wait! I-”

“I’ll go first!” Molly exclaimed. Rather than asking the usual question required for the game, she jumped right into the more difficult side of things. “Cassie, I dare you to take off your shirt, too.”

As if things couldn’t get any worse. At that suggestion, Casside nervously glanced left and right. Could she just hop the fence? Being bottomless was one thing, as there was a silver lining to wearing diapers. Panties would be a lot more revealing. Even though the padded underwear was WAY more embarrassing, at least she wasn’t quite as exposed. But going shirtless? Not a chance. She wasn’t wearing a bra. And willingly stripping herself down was different than how she had been unexpectedly pantsed by Quinn. 

No, she definitely couldn’t leave. Audrey still had the keys and all of her stuff, and looking through the crowds for her sister while walking around in diapers was absolutely not an option. Though Cassidy hadn’t agreed to this triple dare thing that fully put the spotlight on her, she already felt trapped into going along with it. Peer pressure, as well as needing her skirt back. “What’s the penalty?” she asked. That hadn’t gone so well last time, but it’s not like Quinn would be able to yank her shirt off as easily as the skirt had been dropped. Because she didn’t plan on undressing further. 

“Hmm . . . ” Molly mused. She glanced up in thought.

Quinn stepped over to the girl with the usual smirk on her face. Cupping her hand over Molly’s ear, she whispered something to her that Cassidy wasn’t able to hear in the slightest. Noah, either, as he tried to get a little closer to listen in but it didn’t seem to do any good. 

Molly grinned at whatever the idea was. As Quinn returned to her spot a few feet away, Molly turned her attention back to Cassidy. “Squat down first. Then I’ll tell you.”

“What-”

That’s as far as she got before Quinn spoke over her. “It’s part of the game, Cassie.” Waving her hand dismissively, she asked, “Would you rather take your shirt off, or try the penalty?”

There wasn’t much else to say. Cassidy hesitantly bent at the knees and lowered herself towards the ground. It was only a partial squat until Molly insisted that she go lower. Even more reluctantly, the diapered girl brought her ass as close to the ground as possible without brushing the bulky underwear against the grass. “Okay?” she said, trying to ask without actually asking. Hopefully playing it cool, though she couldn’t imagine her image conveyed what she was trying to achieve with her voice. 

Molly glanced towards Quinn with a smile, then looked down at Cassidy. “It’s easy. Your penalty is to use your diapers.”

Part 26

Cassidy’s eyes widened. “W-what?” she awkwardly stammered, immediately blushing at the casual delivery of Molly’s words despite how the penalty the girl was suggesting was anything but casual. Slightly shifting in discomfort, Cassidy considered standing up again before this went any further. 

It was just a game. It’s not like she actually had to play. But the two teenage girls were a lot more intimidating when they towered over her, and they fell into effortless teamwork now that they had found some common ground in the form of screwing with a ‘peer’ they discovered was wearing diapers. 

“Stay still, Cassie,” Quinn bluntly demanded. 

“It’s a penalty, Cassidy,” Molly said, “No standing up.”

“No standing.”

“Stay down there, okay?”

Cheeks no doubt crimson as the girls each took a step towards her to look even taller as she remained squatting beneath them, Cassidy reluctantly obeyed. Somewhere deep down, she knew there was no reason to listen to girls that were so much younger than she was, but logic tended to fail when she was dealing with feeling so embarrassed and self conscious in her current state of undress. It wasn’t just her lowered position that made her feel small; being pantsed and seen in the diapers Margot had taped her up in was probably the biggest contributor. 

Cassidy simply nodded. Craning her neck a little bit to look up at the girls, she was also aware of Noah standing off in her peripherals. She wasn’t sure which was worse in terms of who was seeing her like this; the boy, or the girls? Of course, it’s not like the choice mattered. She was going to be dealing with both until she got through all the truths and dares that had been thrust upon her. All that, just to get back her skirt that shouldn’t have been taken in the first place. 

“Here’s the deal,” Quinn smirked. Out of nowhere, she whipped out her phone and aimed it at Cassidy. Tapping the screen a few times, she said, “I’ll delete these as soon as you do Molly’s penalty. But, if you don’t . . . Hmm, I guess I don’t know where you go to school. Well, I can just add these to my Renaissance Faire album. I bet some friend of a friend of a friend will make sure they get shared where they need to be shared!” 

“NO.” Cassidy blurted out the objection before she could stop herself. Immediately showing her hand, which she regretted right away. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually a middle school girl. Quinn’s point was still valid. The wrong person could easily see a couple mortifying pictures posted on her socials. All it would take was a single tag of her name and she was totally dead. Whether it was old classmates from her hometown, current friends at university, or family members, something like this wouldn’t look good. Especially not when Audrey could supplement the photos with her version of the story that would no doubt put all the blame on Cassidy.

Looking amused in her own way, Molly easily bounced off Quinn’s threats. “Then do your penalty. It can’t be that hard, can it? You’re basically wearing a toilet.”

“I can’t . . .” Cassidy muttered. Even if she wanted to, which she absolutely didn’t, the whole thing with the pull-ups was so recent. “I already, umm- I mean-”

Quinn scoffed. “You already used them? Bullshit. I just felt your diapers, like, three seconds ago.”

“No, I-” Cassidy hesitated. Was she really about to confess to that? It was humiliating. But, at the same time, it’s not like she was ever going to see these teenagers again. If it meant that they’d drop the completely unreasonable penalty, maybe it was worth explaining what already happened. Then again, Quinn’s phone was still out. Without the device’s volume on, there was no telling whether or not she had switched from photos to video. Cassidy was being a bit of a pushover, albeit with good reason, but she wasn’t stupid. “Can you put the phone away? Please?” she requested. Still trying to stay as calm and collected as she could under the circumstances, which was not particularly easy to manage. Aside from squatting in the padded underwear, Cassidy was well aware of how much bare thigh she was showing as well while only wearing her shirt and the diapers. A bit of nipple, too, considering she was braless. So many mortifying and inappropriate things that were already caught on camera. The last thing she needed was verbal evidence that she had wet herself during the day. 

“Okay,” Quinn said, only after rolling her eyes. However, she made no move to actually follow through. Instead, she added a condition, “But only if you give me a big smile.”

“No, I-”

“Choose, Cassie. Smile for the camera, or the camera stays out.” 

Terrible idea. It was such a bad idea. Cassidy was desperate, however. Standing back up and getting a bit of dignity back meant getting them to stop insisting on the penalty, and the only way she could tell them why it wasn’t possible was if she was sure the explanation wouldn’t be recorded. So, against her better judgment, she reluctantly pushed a small smile on her face as she looked up towards Quinn’s phone. 

Of course, that wasn’t enough. “I want a real smile,” Quinn said, “Come on, Cass. You can do better.” 

Normally, such a phrase would have made Cassidy scowl in response. But this wasn’t some obnoxious relative trying to get a perfect family photo. There was a lot more at stake here for Cassidy and her reputation, so she did her very best to actually show some teeth and overly positive energy as she beamed up at the camera. Without an audible *click*, she maintained the expression for what felt like a painfully long time before Quinn informed her she was good to stop. 

“There. Super cute,” Quinn said. Tucking her phone into a pocket in her costume, she asked, “Now why exactly can’t you do Molly’s penalty? If it’s not a good enough reason, little Cassie, you’re going to have to do the dare instead.”

It was now or never. “Because I already wet myself!” Cassidy forced the words out before she lost her nerve. Another second, and she might have clammed up and been unable to say something that would only tank her dignity more when it came to the girls standing over her. “Like, before. Margot changed me. So, I can’t, umm- I don’t have to go right now.”

Quinn’s eyes lit up at that, and she matched Molly’s amused grin that was arguably worse than the bitchy smirk the huntress girl seemed to gravitate towards. “Oh, my GOD.” She glanced towards Noah for a moment to check out his surprised reaction, and then back to Molly. The two of them giggled together for a moment, side by side, before Quinn went on. “How old are you, again? My sister is five, and I can’t remember the last time she had an accident.”

Cassidy couldn’t find any words. She knew there was no good excuse. But this reaction was the price she was paying to move on from all this. And, as badly as she wanted to kill Audrey, Cassidy was actually starting to wonder when her sister would return. The devil she knew was looking better and better compared to Quinn. At least Audrey was subtle with her insults. 

But for now, she was stuck with Quinn.

Part 27

Quinn continued when it was clear that the other two didn’t have anything further to say at the moment. Technically, it was Molly’s dare, but she seemed fine letting Quinn take the lead now that they weren’t butting heads as much. “Hmm, but you just wet your diapers?”

“I- yes,” Cassidy muttered. For all of one second, she had been tempted to clarify that she had been wearing pull-ups, as well as the details about the stunt her sister pulled, but there was really no dignity in mentioning that it had been a different kind of padded underwear. Either way, she was sporting diapers right now, and informing them about her accident would overshadow anything else that had happened before she was dropped into daycare.
Smirking again, Quinn glanced towards Molly. “You could adjust your dare,” she mused, “Little Cassie could still use her diapers. But, you know . . . in the other way.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was hinting at. Cassidy nervously looked back and forth between the girls, as there was absolutely no way she would do something like that! Suggesting it alone was a bit much, which Molly at least seemed to realize. Looking a bit hesitant, the more casually dressed girl said, “I don’t know, Quinn. Might be a bit too far.” 

“Whatever,” Quinn scoffed, “Let’s let Cassie decide. Hey, diaper girl. Here’s Molly’s dare. Either you shit yourself, or you tell us your last name.”

As crass and extreme as the first option was, it actually wasn’t that simple. Even without knowing the truth about Cassidy’s age, Quinn had still managed to suggest maybe the one thing that had the potential to make Cassidy consider degrading herself in such a disgusting and humiliating way. She couldn’t give out her full name. Not only would they see who she really was within seconds, unless Margot had been honest about reception being terrible, but the pictures Quinn had taken would become a much bigger threat. It wouldn’t be a matter of ‘if’ or ‘when’ in terms of someone a few degrees away from Cassidy discovering them. She could be directly tagged on all her socials. Pair that with the young huntress realizing that Cassidy was actually in college, yet was currently in this situation? It wasn’t ideal. 

Also, you can’t dare someone to tell the truth! While Cassidy wasn’t particularly fond of the game, especially when it had currently been twisted in a way that ensured she was the only target, she knew enough to know that dares were supposed to be dares. End of story. 

Something in Cassidy’s eyes must have given away how nervous she was about the choice given to her. Quinn took a moment to whisper something else in Molly’s ear, then stepped forward and squatted down herself. Placing both her hands on Cassidy’s bare kneecaps, Quinn looked her right in the eye. “What’s your last name, Cassie? Do you want to tell me?”

Throat suddenly feeling very dry from the proximity and the physical contact, the nearly bottomless blonde merely shook her head. No. Of course not. Because she didn’t have a hole to crawl into at the moment, and giving any of them the chance to find out her real identity was a horrible idea. 

“No? Then you need to do something else for us,” she said. Pausing for effect, despite how Cassidy obviously knew what was coming, Quinn went on, “Like Molly said, you’re basically wearing a toilet. So it’s really not that big of a deal, is it?”

But it was a big deal. Surely Quinn wasn’t actually suggesting such a thing. Earlier, when Cassidy wet herself, it was because she had literally been unable to hold her bladder for any longer. Audrey had dragged her around the Faire all day long without giving her a chance to make a rest stop, and it got to the point where Cassidy simply couldn’t make it. This was different. Actively using her diapers–not that they were hers–was completely out of the question. “I can’t,” Cassidy quietly said.

Rather than smirking, Quinn gave her a warm smile and spoke gently. “Can’t? You’re a big girl, Cassie. I bet you could do it if you really tried.”

“N-no, that’s not- you know what I mean! I won’t.”

“Tell you what. If you do, I’ll delete every picture, and we’ll grab Margot so she can change you right afterwards. You’ll be back to clean diapers in no time! That’s my final offer. But if you’d rather be all lame and immature about it . . . ” 

“No, wait,” Cassidy said, before she really had time to stop and think about it. It was still a HUGE ask, and might not even be possible in terms of overcoming a lifetime of potty training that told her body that actual toilets were the place to use the bathroom, but Quinn’s offer was enough to give her pause. Even without this group knowing her last name, the existence of pictures of her in diapers was still terrifying. If this would eliminate those, and Margot got her fixed up right afterwards . . . There was still the sheer embarrassment and indignity of doing such an indecent and mortifying act as a nineteen year old. But these were strangers she’d never see again.

Seeing that the indecisive girl needed a little nudge to get over the internal fence she was sitting on, Quinn said, “Here, just squat down a little more, okay? I bet you can manage at least that much.”

Meekly nodding, Cassidy allowed Quinn to push her legs slightly farther apart so she could lower herself a bit more in the squatting position.

Quinn’s eyes were still trained on her, and her general demeanor was soft yet firm as she continued to pressure the vulnerable girl. “Cassidy.” For the first time in a while, she adopted her full name as an extra measure to make this seem important. “This next part is easy, too. I need you to give a little push down there.”

Cassidy blushed at that. So simple, and yet- she couldn’t do that! “Umm, wait. Quinn-”

“Hush.” Digging her nails ever so slightly into Cassidy’s thighs, Quinn calmly yet directly said, “It’s a penalty, Cassidy. Would you rather take off your shirt, tell us your last name, and let me keep these photos? Because that’s what you’re going to have to do if you don’t do this.”

Something was definitely off about that. Quinn was combining the dare and the recent penalty option into one, but Cassidy was too flustered at the thought of the list alone to consider the unfairness. And how was this happening to her?! She was by far the oldest girl, and yet she had allowed her skirt to be taken away and was now more or less at the mercy of the thirteen year old girl eyeing her down. “No,” Cassidy shyly whispered, in regards to the list. Of course not. She couldn’t be topless. She couldn’t tell them who she really was. And now that there was a chance to get rid of the pictures Quinn took? Surely that alone would be worth it. Right?

Going on, Quinn said, “Come on. One push. That’s not so hard, is it?”

“Just one?” Cassidy hesitantly asked. Technically, that wasn’t actually using the diapers. It was just going through the motions. 

“Mm hmm,” Quinn hummed, “But I’ll know if you’re faking it. You have to push for real, Cassidy. Ready? Go.”

Part 28

Cassidy hesitantly did as she was told.

With the combined threats of all the things that would happen if she didn’t do this penalty, as well as the intense eye contact Quinn maintained as she managed to lay things out in a way that made sense in the most unfair and roundabout way, Cassidy gave a tiny push below. Squatting wasn’t the same as sitting on a toilet, and it’s not like she actually had to use the bathroom in that way. At the same time, however, she wasn’t aware that squatting so low was actually the more efficient way to go compared to the modern day position she was used to.

Quinn kept her hands on Cassidy’s kneecaps. “Whenever you’re ready, Cassie.”

Cassidy blushed a bit. “Umm, I- I did,” she said. That’s what she had been told. Just a little push, and she wouldn’t be subjected to the dare or other potential penalties that had been suggested.

Frowning at that, Quinn replied, “What did I just say? No faking.”

“I didn’t!” There was obviously nothing even remotely sexual about the current situation, so why were those last two words so awkward? It was probably Cassidy’s real age, as of course she immediately thought of the more suggestive connotation. Even though Quinn clearly didn’t mean it that way in the slightest, it ended up putting Cassidy in a more awkward headspace than she had already been in.

Quinn rolled her eyes. “I know you didn’t. That’s why I’m telling you to actually do it. Like, for real, Cassie.”

“Wait, that’s not what I meant. I-”

“Come on, Cassie. Squat down a little more, or tell me your last name.”

Right away, Cassidy opted for the former. Lowering herself to the point where the diapers were almost brushing the grass below, her blush deepened as Quinn assisted by pushing her legs a little farther apart than they would have naturally gone. Once again, her nails were subtly present as a reminder of who was in charge at the moment.

“There you go,” Quinn smiled, “Now give a big push and this will all be over.”

In her flustered state, it was totally lost on Cassidy how quickly the word ‘little’ had been switched to something else. Nervously glancing away, she flexed as necessary in the new position and gave a good push. This one made her eyes widen as she immediately regretted the action. Nothing had actually happened, but it was like she had somehow sent a signal to her body that had overridden its previous state of ‘I don’t have to go right now.’ The low squat and the more intentional push, it suddenly felt like she was capable of letting go if she wasn’t careful.

The problem was, none of this was something Quinn could see. Cassidy’s newfound urges were invisible to the eye, and even the act of pushing with her lower cheeks wasn’t exactly something anyone could truly see due to the padded underwear she had on. Acting as if Cassidy still wasn’t following through on the insisted penalty, Quinn said, “Molly? Take her shirt off. If she’s not going to be fun . . . ”

“Wait!” Cassidy exclaimed. Molly taking a single step towards her had kicked in an unfortunate version of ‘fight or flight,’ and Cassidy found herself desperate to prove to Quinn that she was pushing. Not thinking clearly in the slightest, she clenched for a moment and gave a BIG push in the name of satisfying Quinn’s penalty. Hoping that the stern, young huntress would feel the tension all the way from Cassidy’s kneecaps, the diapered girl’s expression also naturally tightened as she put her whole body into the act.

It was enough to set things into motion. She hadn’t needed to go before, but she also hadn’t gone yet today. With the way she had unintentionally primed her body for it, this was quite literally the final push she needed. Right away, Quinn noticed that this was the point of no return, and was quick to encourage her through one last burst of intimidation. “Cassidy! Push.” Digging her nails into the girl’s thighs and pushing them wider, she snapped, “Right the fuck now!”

For the first time since before the diaper reveal, Molly seemed to hesitate in response to Quinn’s excessive approach to things. “Umm, Quinn . . . ”

But it was too late.

Cassidy had already reached the point where she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop what was about to happen. Not only did she suddenly have to go, and badly, but her cheeks were naturally spread from the squat. Even adjusting her body from its current position might have broken the delicate balance she had barely been able to find after the desperate push she had given to satiate Quinn’s unreasonable demands. And then the huntress snapped for her to do it again.

Flustered and overwhelmed, Cassidy listened. This time, it was less of a push, and more a matter of simply not resisting any more. A large lump pushed its way out, and Cassidy was completely helpless to stop it due to how the low squat made her bowels work nearly effortlessly thanks to how Quinn had manipulated the setup. “No . . . ” Cassidy whispered. With slightly watery eyes and a crimson blush, she stared at Quinn in horror as things got worse. The first chunk of mess paved the way for the rest, as Cassidy hadn’t used the bathroom in this way since yesterday morning. She completely filled her diapers, absolutely mortified as the reality of what she was doing hit her around the time she felt the bulky underwear sagging beneath her. “You-” she started to say, before cutting herself off with a quiet gasp as her body continued to betray her. A natural wet followed the bigger accident; it wasn’t much, considering how recently she had used the pull-ups Audrey had tricked her into, but it was enough for a few seconds of a quiet yet audible hissing sound that certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by Quinn.

The huntress had been so stern and intimidating, all the up until Cassidy had actually started using the diapers. Then her expression had twisted into a wicked smirk, which persisted through both the messing and subsequent wetting. “What’s your last name, Cassidy?” she smugly asked.

“But, I . . . ” Cassidy trailed off. It was another one of those uses of her full first name that was rather rare when it came to the teen huntress, which threw her off balance even more than the fact that she had literally just pooped in her diapers. It was just supposed to be a push! And then she- to avoid that- None of this was fair, and nothing made sense any more.

“Cassidy.” Still smirking, Quinn calmly demanded, “Tell me.”

But, the push was the penalty! And this was SO much more than a push. Cassidy was nineteen years old, and she had just . . .

Softening both her tone and her expression, Quinn said, “Everything will be okay, Cassie. Just tell me.”

Cassidy knew that she shouldn’t. That had been one of the penalties she was avoiding! But with full diapers, and still in the awkward squat, she was too humiliated and vulnerable to argue or think clearly any more. Heart racing, and still partially in disbelief that she had done what she had just done, it felt like she had to listen to Quinn now more than ever.

Nervously swallowing and glancing away, Cassidy murmured, “Matthews . . . ”

Part 29

Now that she had gotten what she wanted, Quinn made no effort to keep up the temporary warmth she had used to coax out the rest of Cassidy’s name. Scoffing, she said, “Cassidy Matthews. I can’t believe you actually shit your diapers.” Using her nails one last time on the girl’s thighs, Quinn sternly said, “Stay right here.” Then she let go and stood up, whipping out her phone to snap a few pictures of Cassidy where she was squatted down.

“Don’t!” Cassidy exclaimed, but it was too late. She was also still reeling from the fact that she had filled the diapers in a manner that was entirely unreal for a girl her age. As much as she disliked Margot and the pushy/patronizing way she had handled things earlier, Cassidy would absolutely take her over Quinn at this moment. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the choice offered. For the time being, she had to figure out what to do now that she had used her diapers. In her current position, the bulky underwear was sagging with her mess, but it was also the ‘cleanest’ it was ever going to be post-accident. The moment Cassidy stood or took a single step, she could only imagine how much worse things would get. If she were thinking logically, it would be pretty obvious that there was ultimately no way to avoid that happening anyway–it’s not like Margot could change her right there, so Cassidy would have to at least walk to the private area from before. Right now, however, she was still frozen in the hopes that this would all magically resolve itself somehow.

That wasn’t the only concern. Cassidy had been caught up in her embarrassment and Quinn’s manipulations, and hadn’t been able to resist the question about her last name. She should have given a fake one, or simply said ‘no,’ but instead she actually gave out the real one. And now that the huntress girl had satisfied her need to get a picture of Cassidy’s low stance, she immediately made it clear what she was doing next. “Cassidy . . . Matthews . . . ” she said, no doubt typing it into whatever social media account she preferred.

Cassidy’s heart was still racing, although now for a more completely different reason. Coming to grips with the fact that she had literally messed the diapers she was wearing was one thing. But the moment Quinn saw who she really was, this nightmare of a day would threaten to become a lot more than her simply being mortified left and right at the Renaissance Faire. “Quinn, wait!” she exclaimed. The theoretical plan was to stand up and grab the phone out of her hands. However, getting up out of such a deep squat took a moment by itself, and that was before getting hit with the awkwardness and humiliation of how the diapers felt as she shifted to a standing position. Slightly squeaking in the back of her throat as the reality of her underwear situation hit her a little more than before, she ended up looking helplessly towards Quinn and the others instead of jumping into action like she had planned.

Either way, Cassidy was too late. Quinn had already seen something from her search, and was quizzically tilting her head. “That can’t be right,” she muttered. Zooming in with her thumbs, she took a closer look at whatever was on the screen. “No way. Molly, is this her?”

Molly still looked on the fence about the latest events, as Quinn had definitely taken things pretty far with the ‘accident’ she set up. Still, she reluctantly took the phone and looked at what Quinn had pulled up. “I mean, she doesn’t have bangs here. And her boobs are a little bigger.”

“Probably a push-up or something,” Quinn shrugged, “But it’s her, right?”

Molly glanced from the phone to Cassidy, then back to the phone. “Pretty sure, yeah. Why? Is the handle vague or something?”

“It’s not that. Click out of the photo.”

“Okay . . . Wait, what?”

“I know,” Quinn said, “But you said it was her without seeing the account first. Makes it more believable.” She turned to Cassidy and placed a hand on her hip while giving that same stern look and asked point blank, “Are you in college, Cassidy?”

The color drained from Cassidy’s face, yet she tried nonetheless to deny the suggestion despite how both girls had clearly seen her not particularly private profile. “N-no,” she lied, “I’m the same age as you.” Earlier, she had abhorred the idea of anyone believing that she was twelve, especially without questioning it in the slightest. Now, she wanted nothing more than for that belief to continue. Quinn and Molly needed to think she was their peer. Noah, too, although being the only boy left him as an observer to the more catty/teenage behaviors of the other two.

“Uh huh,” Quinn replied, “Then you won’t mind if I tag this Cassidy Matthews with a photo of you? Molly? Phone?”

Seeing the smartphone land in Quinn’s hand again after the casual threat was enough to make Cassidy blurt out, “NO!” Immediately realizing how incriminating the protest was, she tried to backpedal and stumble through an excuse, “I mean- I don’t want that anywhere- like, not online, and, umm-”

Molly’s jaw actually dropped. “Oh, my God.”

“Right?” Quinn’s smirk was back in full force as she looked Cassidy up and down in a brand new light. “You’re a college girl? What the actual fuck?” She partially laughed the last word as she gestured to Cassidy’s current appearance, as well as what she had just allowed a much younger girl to talk her into doing.

That was all it took to get Molly back on Quinn’s side of the fence. While she might have had some reservations and opinions about what was ‘too far,’ that was when she believed that Cassidy was their age. This revelation changed things quite a bit. “And you’re wearing diapers?” Molly asked, before zooming out in terms of what she was saying, “You don’t look like a college girl. Like, at all.”

Blushing furiously, and trying her best to ignore the sagging mess between her legs, Cassidy stammered out, “It- it was my sister!” She was long past being in a state to come up with a competent lie or excuse for how all of this came to be. Honestly, it was still difficult to piece together how Audrey had gotten her from bangs and a fairy costume to setting things up so Cassidy ended up wetting herself and being stuck in daycare so Audrey didn’t have to deal with the accident herself. “I mean, she tricked me and-” Swearing to herself as she belatedly realized that maybe ‘dared’ would make her current appearance seem like a thing that she was at least somewhat in on herself, Cassidy pretty quickly lost her wind and train of thought when it came to the explanation. Instead, she just mumbled, “Please don’t tag me.”

“Oh, we won’t,” Quinn said, immediately followed by a daunting, “if you do a couple things for us first . . . ”

“Ooh, I found her somewhere else, too,” Molly added.

In a way, nothing had changed. There had always been more truths and dares on Cassidy’s horizon. But that was before. With her identity discovered and her diapers full, Quinn had a lot more leverage than simple teenage intimidation and peer pressure.

“For starters,” Quinn said, bouncing right off Molly’s casual warning, “You’re going to take off your shirt.”

Part 30

Cassidy was stunned.

It immediately dawned on her that Quinn was basically making her do the original dare anyway. Even after Cassidy had done a penalty that was a thousand times worse than being topless, and had revealed her identity as well. All of that, and she was still expected to remove her shirt?

Of course, everything had changed since the dare had been suggested. Cassidy was just a few taps of a thumb away from being ruined. Multiple social media accounts, all of which included college friends and peers? Thankfully, she had a pretty strict ‘no family’ rule when it came to her online presence, but that was hardly a silver lining. There was no way she could show her face on campus again if this got out. And, of course, there was the fact that she had actually squatted down and used her diapers in front of the trio of teenagers. Despite being nineteen, Cassidy was completely at the mercy of the thirteen year old huntress who headed up the small group.

“But . . . ” Cassidy trailed off. She glanced from Quinn to Molly to Noah, then back to Quinn. Was there anything that could get her out of this mess? It’s not like she could just run to Margot for help, because Molly and Quinn could upload any number of things by the time the girl in charge returned to lay down the law. Even Audrey coming back to pick her up wouldn’t help. Until Cassidy was sure everything was deleted on both phones, she wouldn’t be able to relax. “I- I can’t.”

Tilting her head with a casual smile, Quinn simply asked, “Why not?”

The lack of a bra, for starters. Also, stripping further would give them more blackmail material. Cassidy was old enough to know how all that worked, but that didn’t stop it from being effective anyway. The time to put her foot down had long passed, and saying ‘no’ at this point was a surefire way of screwing herself over. Unless the girls were bluffing, which was unlikely, Cassidy had to keep playing along and hoping that doing so would somehow get Quinn and company to keep this to themselves rather than sharing it with the world.

For a moment, Cassidy considered trying the excuse that she wasn’t wearing a bra. But it’s not like that was news; she was almost positive that Molly and Quinn would have noticed that by now. While the unicorn tee wasn’t quite as form fitting as the leotard was earlier, it still didn’t totally hide that Cassidy’s small mounds and nipples had no support underneath. Instead, she attempted to frame things around the game, as if none of these latest events changed anything. “I already did the penalty?” she pointed out. Internally kicking herself for the uptick, she didn’t elaborate further. The full diapers were bad enough; saying it out loud would be too much.

“Hmm,” Quinn responded. She glanced towards Molly, offering her a chance to stay involved. Technically, Cassidy was right. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t continue pushing to make it so the petite girl would be wearing diapers and only diapers, but it would be more fun to keep things clever. Pure intimidation was boring. So far, Quinn had managed to play things out through a combination of manipulation and a couple casual doses of blackmail. Even this latest development was more conditional. It wasn’t ‘do this or we’ll share the pictures;’ instead Quinn had responded to Cassidy’s plea with, ‘we won’t tag you, IF.’ A subtle yet important difference. Stringing someone along was easier if they felt like they had a chance. Too much pushing often resulted in a snap when the other party felt cornered. But offering two bad doors and making it feel like those were the only options to choose from? Apparently that social trick even worked on college girls.

To Quinn’s surprise, however, Noah was the first one to come up with a response to Cassidy’s efforts to hold onto her shirt. “It’s not about the dare,” he said, “You used your diapers. That means you’re not mature enough to wear clothes.”

The young huntress beamed at that explanation. “That’s right,” she said, “Baby girls who shit themselves don’t deserve anything but diapers.”

The blunt statement about what Cassidy did caused her to falter, and she couldn’t find a single word to say in response before Molly chimed in.

“Take off your shirt, Cassie,” she said.

Quinn smirked, echoing, “Take off your shirt, Cassie.”

Including himself in things now, Noah said it as well. “Take off your shirt, Cassie.”

Cassidy looked from teenager to teenager, feeling more powerless than ever now that it was three against one. And that was on top of the fact that she was already bottomless and in sagging diapers.

Quinn focused on that next. “You’re just a little girl who shit her diapers.”

Rather than echoing again, Molly added on, “And we’re going to show the whole world.”

Noah stepped forward to create a semi-circle with the two girls. “Unless you take off your shirt and smile for the camera.”

Delighted that the boy had added another fun element to the current demand, Quinn went back to the previous tactic, “Take off your shirt, Cassie.” She nodded to the others.

“Take off your shirt, Cassie.”

“Take off your shirt, Cassie.”

With trembling hands, Cassidy gripped the hem of the t-shirt Margot had found for her. She knew that she shouldn’t be caving to the peer pressure of these youths, but, at the same time, the two girls had the ability to ruin her life in a matter of seconds. If there was another way out, she couldn’t identify it at the moment. There was currently only one thing that would keep her safe, even if it meant giving them more ammo to use against her. And now that they had come up with another reason for her to strip, Cassidy was completely out of excuses.

Fully smirking, Quinn said, “Hurry up, little girl. You’re testing our patience.”

Nervously swallowing, Cassidy began lifting her shirt to reveal the entirety of the diapers she was wearing, followed by a hint of her midriff. Blushing up a storm, she averted her gaze and wished for the earth to swallow her up before she reached her bare breasts that were mere inches away from being revealed.

“Five . . . ” Quinn began counting down, “ . . . Four . . . Three, Two-”

Just as Cassidy was on the precipice of baring her chest, Quinn’s numbers increased in speed. Squeaking in both surprise and fear, the diapered girl scrambled to get the shirt the rest of the way off. Yanking it up and exposing her small mounds to the trio, Cassidy quickly worked the pink tee up and over her head before Quinn could finish saying ‘one.’ For the second time, she was topless at the faire. Only this time, it was not nearly as private as the last outdoor experience of doing so had been.

Without a word, Quinn held out her hand.

After Cassidy reluctantly handed over the shirt, Molly reminded her of what Noah had added to the list of requirements. “Arms down,” she said, “And smile for the camera. All the cameras.” At that, Molly gave the boy a knowing smile.

Cassidy had no choice but to listen. Though she was already regretting the act of stripping, as the summer air once again brushed her bare upper body that was now exposed to the three teens, she made no effort to cover up.

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.”

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 . . .

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.

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!”

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.”

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.”

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.

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?

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.

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!”

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.

Part 42

The most embarrassing part was how normal Elena was treating this.

Cassidy was coloring with crayons at the kitchen table; her bare boobs were on display and she was uncomfortably sitting there in dirty diapers. And there Elena was, humming to herself and doing the dishes like this was just her run of the mill babysitting job. No taunting, no teasing. Nothing.

It’s not like Cassidy knew Audrey’s friends very well, although she still had expected more of a reaction. Or maybe she had just grown accustomed to expecting the worst after Quinn’s cruel games and Audrey’s relentless continuation of all everything. The contrast of Elena’s casually professional personality, as well as the quietness of her house outside the sound of running water from the sink, was quite the adjustment for Cassidy.

There wasn’t really anything to do but color. Until Audrey returned, Cassidy had to accept the reality that she was stuck with a babysitter. And if she wanted more to wear beyond the bulky diapers, behaving was the only option. Continuously exposing herself as well, apparently. As badly as Cassidy wanted to use her free arm to protect her modesty, the only way to get a more permanent fix for her topless state was to do as Elena said.

For a good ten minutes, the two girls settled into their respective roles. Cassidy worked on the sunflower, often needing to pause to sift through the dozens of crayons that were strewn about the table to find the color she was looking for. While it felt both immature and embarrassing to actually make an effort towards the childish task, it would almost be worse if she did a poor job at something that should be so simple for a girl her age. In the meantime, Elena chipped away at the pile of dishes filling half the sink. Every now and then, she glanced over towards Cassidy to make sure that she was still where she was supposed to be. Again, as if Elena was actually a babysitter who needed to keep tabs on the girl she was charged with watching.

When Cassidy was finally done filling in all the blank spaces, ending up with a drawing that looked rather plain and uninteresting due to the fact that there hadn’t been a lot of creative or advanced options for the simple coloring job, she set her last crayon down and awkwardly sat there for a minute or two. She wasn’t sure whether it was better to get Elena’s attention, or to merely wait until her ‘babysitter’ saw that she was done.

Finally noticing before Cassidy could decide either way, Elena rinsed her hands and turned off the water when she saw that the diapered girl was no longer drawing. “Are you done, Cassie?” she asked. After taking a moment to dry her hands, Elena walked over and gave a look to the sunflower on the page. “Pretty! Although you know you don’t have to be so literal when you draw, right?” Elena picked up a purple crayon near the edge of the table and offered it to her. “Don’t forget to sign your masterpiece!”

“Umm . . . ” Cassidy hesitated. She didn’t love the idea of claiming written ownership to something that admittedly did look like a much younger girl would draw, yet she couldn’t think of anything good to say that might get her out of it. Not when she was still trying her best to behave to Elena’s standards for the sake of getting dressed sooner rather than later. Reluctantly taking the crayon, she was about to put her name on the page when Elena stopped her.

“Here, try it with your other hand. Good practice for the brain,” she said. Plucking the childish writing utensil out of Cassidy’s right hand and placing it in her left, Elena continued, “It’s easy. Just six little letters. C-A-S-S-I-E. You can manage that, right?”

Cassidy found a reluctant grip with her non-dominant hand, knowing full well that trying to write in such a way was going to result in some abysmal handwriting. She was not ambidextrous in the slightest. Still, she went for it to avoid being patronized any further. Pressing the purple tip to the paper, Cassidy started with a slightly imperfect C. Despite how slow and careful she tried to write the rest of the nickname, the crayon-signed ‘Cassie’ looked like it was done by a grade school girl at best.

Elena couldn’t help but chuckle at the finished product. “That’s perfect! I’ve got just the spot for it, too.” She picked up the coloring book and neatly tore out the page Cassidy had colored. Heading right for the fridge, Elena found a free magnet and placed the drawing in an easily noticeable spot right in the middle. “Hmm, do you want to color another one? I still have a few more dishes to take care of.”

With the way Elena was acting, it was tough to figure out how to talk to her. Although Cassidy was being treated like both a tween and a little girl all at the same time thanks to the combination of her size and the diapers, she was still ultimately a young adult. Just one that was more on the petite side. The problem was, Elena had already rudely yet casually dismissed Cassidy’s bare chest, which meant the half naked girl needed to find a way to ask about borrowing clothes in a way that didn’t lead to a repeat of that conversation.

Cringing internally at the ‘solution’ that came to her, Cassidy asked, “We could play dress-up?” It sounded even worse out loud than it did in her head. Since she had been put on the spot, however, she had gone with the first reasonable idea that came to mind. And that was to lean into the babysitter thing while also moving the focus towards getting dressed.

Elena certainly didn’t seem opposed. “Sure!” she exclaimed, “That sounds fun.” Gesturing to the messy table, she said, “Why don’t you clean up your crayons while I finish up here?”

Cassidy didn’t love that she was being tasked with cleaning up the mess Elena unnecessarily made, but she also wasn’t about to complain. At some level, this was progress. Or at least, it was better than the current state of things. She would still have to deal with the fact that no matter what Elena’s interpretation of ‘dress-up’ was, it probably would end up being more than a single outfit.

By the time Elena was drying the dishes and starting to put them away, Cassidy had only managed to put about half the crayons back in the box. She had been instructed to make sure that they were all organized properly. That was quite the job when there were 120 different crayons; each main color had at least a dozen hues to line up in correct order before committing them back to the container.

Elena signaled the completion of her own chore with a small huff of judgment. “You’re not done yet, Cassie? Most girls your age would know their colors by now.”

“You didn’t have to dump them all out,” Cassidy muttered. She couldn’t help herself. It was so unfair that yet another girl was treating her like this.

“You could have told me you only wanted to color one page,” Elena shrugged, “Although I should’ve guessed you’d be more into dress up, based on Audrey’s post.”

Wait, what was that supposed to mean?

“Umm, what post?” Cassidy nervously asked.

Part 43

“Umm, your costumes from today?” Elena replied, playfully echoing the way Cassidy asked about the post. She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a couple times. “Here. Audrey’s being tasteful with her cleavage. Although you have to admit, it’s kind of hot.” Elena turned the device around to let Cassidy see the photo her sister had taken somewhere at the faire. While the angle from above was fairly standard where selfies were involved, Audrey’s boobs were definitely the highlight of the image due to the combination of the borderline slutty costume paired with the height of the phone.

Cassidy flushed and glanced away. When she had asked about the post to which Elena was referring, she wasn’t worried about whatever Audrey had shared of herself. Now that Cassidy had suffered through an awkward eyeful of her sister’s chest, Elena happily swiped left to the next image. “And here’s you! Much more tasteful. So cute, too!”

Reluctantly returning her attention to the screen, Cassidy gasped at the sight waiting for her. Audrey had taken a picture of her in the immature fairy costume at some point. It wasn’t the kind of photo where Cassidy was posing and smiling for the camera, although Audrey had managed to make it look natural nonetheless. From a few feet away, Audrey had captured a moment where the pink clad girl was crossing her arms and looking pouty and impatient. In her real clothes, and in more normal circumstances, the expression would have been closer to ‘resting bitch face.’ Not when she had bangs and looked like a tween who was dressed up in something that she probably wouldn’t have been caught dead in when she was actually twelve, however.

For a moment, Cassidy was busy coming to terms with the fact that she was indeed looking at herself in the photo. That was her standing there dressed like a fairy, and she didn’t look even a little bit like the young adult she actually was. No wonder everyone believed Audrey’s lies so easily.

Then, snapping away from her retroactive embarrassment to the more present concern, Cassidy exclaimed, “Elena, call her!”

Audrey had posted these publicly?! Although Cassidy was fairly confident that her sister had the ‘no family’ rule where social media was involved, that didn’t change the fact that way too many mutual friends would see this. It didn’t matter if Audrey had deleted Cassidy’s social media. There were probably dozens of people that followed Audrey who would know both sisters. Plus Elena had only shown her the two pictures. While Audrey couldn’t tag Cassidy’s nonexistent accounts, she could easily have captioned the images to remove any doubt about who the fairy girl was.

“Call who?” Elena calmly asked, “Your sister? Sorry, Cassie. She’s busy right now, and it would be rude to disturb her. Also, a ‘please’ would have been nice.”

“Please,” Cassidy desperately added. How many people had seen these already?! Although she didn’t really have a connection to most of her friends from high school, that didn’t change the fact that she would be seeing them here and there during holidays and other visits. She could already imagine how often something like this would come up, as it was so out of character for her to wear pink or do anything that leaned into her smaller size in such a way. “I really need to talk to her.”

Elena just sighed. “Is it an emergency?”

Cassidy was this close to blurting out, ‘YES,’ but she hesitated. While it was something that needed to be taken care of urgently, the word ‘emergency’ had a different connotation due to the bulky underwear she was currently stuck in. Elena was acting like her babysitter. Would Audrey’s friend assume it was something diaper-related if Cassidy said the wrong thing?

Splitting the difference, Cassidy said, “It’s important!”

“Then, tell you what. If it’s so important, why don’t you use your words? Maybe it’s something I can help with. I’m not going to bother Audrey unless it’s something I can’t handle myself, understand?”

“But-”

“No ‘buts.’ Out with it, Cassie. You’re not just doing this for attention, are you?”

“NO.” Grimacing in frustration, Cassidy didn’t have much of a choice. If she didn’t speak up, this wasn’t going to go anywhere. “Audrey shouldn’t have posted that picture! She needs to take it down now.” It obviously didn’t sound as important out loud as it felt. She just hoped that Elena would understand. Everyone had to deal with an unwanted photo being posted at some point in their life.

Elena just sighed. “That’s why you need to talk to Audrey this very second? Sorry, Cass. Believe it or not, that doesn’t constitute an emergency. Just wait until she picks you up, okay? Besides, I don’t see the problem. You look cute in that photo.”

“But, Elena-”

“What did I just say, Cassie? No ‘buts.’ Now, come on. Do you want to keep sitting around in your diapers, or do you want to try on some of my old clothes? Because if you keep whining about this, I’m going to assume the answer is ‘diapers.’”

“No!” The knee-jerk response came out just as desperate and abrupt as the last few times she had rejected one of Elena’s leading choices. It was still taking Cassidy a conscious effort to keep her arms down and her boobs exposed. She definitely wasn’t about to give up the chance to wear something besides the padded underwear she was walking around in like an overgrown toddler. Even if that meant dropping the new issue that had come to light.

She tried to self-justify the decision to give up by telling herself that Audrey could have posted that hours ago. Would it really make a difference if it was taken down at this point? And it’s not like Cassidy really kept up with anyone from high school now that she had a year of college under her belt. In truth, she was just doing her best to not make it seem as bad as it was.

“Then let’s go. You can clean up the rest of your crayons later.” Taking Cassidy’s hand and giving an assertive tug to help her up and out of the seat, Elena said, “Actually, why don’t we take you to the bathroom first? Then we can play dress-up.”

Cassidy stiffened at that suggestion. It would be mortifying for Elena to think that she had such a bad accident so soon after being dropped off, and without saying a word about it. Thanks to Audrey, her friend was under the impression that Cassidy’s diapers were dry. “I’m okay,” Cassidy muttered, “Really. I don’t have to go right now.”

“Yeah, but you should at least try. Just in case, you know? I’d hate for you to end up wetting yourself because you waited too long.”

How had it come to this? In less than half a day, Cassidy was not only in dirty diapers, but she was being spoken to like a child who couldn’t be trusted to know or control her own body because of it. “Dress-up first?” she hesitantly suggested. If Elena was determined to take her to the bathroom, there would probably be no stopping her. At least, not without making a scene and potentially being discovered anyway. Cassidy’s only hope was to stall long enough for Audrey to return.

“Fine,” Elena conceded, “But if you have an accident, you’re going over my knee. Deal?”

Part 44

Cassidy briefly hesitated, before nodding. “Umm, okay.” She didn’t want to risk the successful delay she had achieved, especially since this seemed like Elena’s way of compromising. Arguing would potentially undo things and lead to the bathroom trip that Cassidy was going out of her way to avoid.

Surprisingly, they didn’t head up to Elena’s bedroom like the diapered girl expected. Instead, she was led the opposite way by her hand to a flight of carpeted stairs that took them to a furnished basement. Rather than trying on some of Elena’s old clothes, the bossy babysitter informed Cassidy that they were going to check out the costume boxes in the storage room off to the side. After all, Cassidy clearly enjoyed dressing up like a cute fairy. That meant she would like trying on other costumes.

Cassidy awkwardly stood in the middle of the basement as Elena pulled out two large bins from around the corner. Not consulting Cassidy in the selection process, Elena proceeded to dig through the first box until she procured a baby blue dress. “Ooh, I forgot about this! I went as Alice when I was around your age. Pretty sure I was taller than you back then, but I bet it will mostly fit.”

Similar to the fairy costume Cassidy had been convinced to ‘temporarily’ put on earlier, the dress Elena was holding up looked simple and childish rather than the sexy and form fitting costumes older girls tended to wear. However, she wasn’t about to complain. Putting on a costume meant no longer being naked save for the subtly sagging diapers she was stuck in.

Elena decided that it would be easier to help Cassidy into the dress, rather than letting her do it herself. With a playful yet firm, “Arms up,” Elena waited for her to comply.

Since Cassidy’s chest had been on display more or less since she was dropped off at Elena’s place, the directive for her arms wasn’t nearly as daunting as it could have been if Cassidy was still covering herself. That is, until she actually raised them. The motion caused her boobs to almost completely flatten out, making her look even smaller than normal.

While Elena didn’t comment on the image, a quick downward glance and a small smile was more than enough to show that she noticed the change. “Now hold still, Cassie. This will just take a minute.” She stepped forward with any hesitation while adjusting her grip on the light blue dress until she was holding it near the hem. Pulling it over Cassidy’s head with very little gentleness or finesse, to the point where the soon to be costumed girl was worried that her hair was going to look atrocious by the time all was said and done, Elena eventually worked the outfit past her neck while pausing here and there to guide Cassidy’s arms through the appropriate holes. “There,” Elena nodded, once the dress was loosely sitting on Cassidy’s body, “Now, let’s just . . . ” She spent an extra minute fussing over the skirt and then the upper sections of the costume as she worked to fit it as best as she was able on the blonde’s petite frame. Rounding things out by attempting to smooth a few wrinkled spots with her hands, not very successfully due to how many years the dress had probably been folded up in the costume box, Elena dusted off her hands and stepped back with a smile. “Perfect! And you even have the hair for it. I had to wear a wig!”

Cassidy gave herself a cursory look, immediately skeptical as to how ‘perfect’ she actually looked as Alice. Without a bra on, the cut of the dress wasn’t doing her small mounds any favors. At least the skirt was long enough where the diapers were fully covered. Of course, now that she was thinking about it, something like that was only so helpful when the only other girl present was already aware of her mortifying underwear situation.

Halfway aware, anyway.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Elena asked, “Dress-up is only fun if you show off your outfits. Try walking around, Cassie. Give me a twirl or two. A smile couldn’t hurt, either!”

Reluctantly going along with the first suggestion while hoping that would be enough for Elena to forget about the latter ones, Cassidy paced forward a few steps. As usual, she was way more focused on trying to look natural while walking around in dirty diapers than she was paying attention to how Elena’s old costume felt on her. That was the main reason why Cassidy was moving about the basement; every second spent doing an awkward fashion show was another second Audrey had to return.

Elena wasn’t going to make it that easy, unfortunately. “Twirl, Cassie,” she insisted, “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re wearing a pretty dress.”

Quietly sighing to herself while facing the opposite direction, Cassidy turned enough for it to technically be considered a twirl. Though there was no risk of the diapers being exposed as the skirt slightly flared in response to her movements, she still briefly cringed at the prospect. Regardless of the recent reminder to herself that Elena was fully aware of them, Cassidy was still worried on instinct now that she was wearing clothes again.

“How about a smile?” Elena added on, “Make it full of wonder! Come on, Cass. Aren’t you excited to be doing your very own fashion show?”

Not even a little bit. But Cassidy was clinging to her latest thought about doing whatever it took to run out the clock. So she pursed her lips into a smile that was more awkwardly demure than the enthusiastic kind of expression Elena was pushing for.

*Click*

Elena’s phone definitely hadn’t been in her hand when Cassidy had last checked. Yet it seemed to materialize just when the costumed girl looked like she was fully posing for the lens, and the fact that the volume was on made it that much more of a surprise. “There you go,” Elena said, “Wow, you’re so cute.”

Cassidy gasped. “Elena!” she exclaimed, “Delete that!” The last thing she needed was yet another immature picture of herself out there. Because if Audrey had posted the first without asking, she could potentially do the same with whatever Elena sent her.

“Umm, what did you call me?” Elena frowned.

That- that was so not what was important at the moment. Which was exactly why Cassidy didn’t waste time debating it. “Ms. Elena,” she corrected herself. Leaning into the ‘respectful’ thing, she also begrudgingly shifted her demand into more of a polite request, “Please delete that?”

“But why? Don’t you want to see how you look? There aren’t any mirrors down here. Besides, this way you can check out all your outfits later, so you know which ones you want to borrow later. I don’t mind lending this stuff out, but I can’t just send you home with all of it!”

“Just . . . Just delete it, Ms. Elena. Okay?”

“How about this?” Elena said. She placed a hand on her hip, “Let’s try on a few more, and take at least one picture of each. Then I’ll delete all of them after we look through them and you decide which one is your favorite.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts,’ Cassie. I could just keep all these adorable pictures, I guess.”

“No!” Cassidy hastily replied. Now that she had shown her hand, not to mention how Elena clearly knew what buttons to push anyway, she said, “What’s next . . . ?”

Part 45

For how casually Elena was currently dressed, Cassidy was surprised how many girly costumes she had stashed away. Obviously these were from a while ago, so Audrey’s friend could have grown out of them in more ways than one, but still. It would’ve been nice to have at least one costume that wasn’t as frilly.

The Alice dress was easily the most tame of all of them. If Cassidy had known, she wouldn’t have been so hasty to move onto the next one. Elena’s old ‘unicorn’ costume was basically just a rainbow dress with a horn and a tulle tail; the material reminded Cassidy of the childish fairy outfit that had started all of this. Then it was onto a couple princess dresses, followed by a Red Riding Hood costume.

Once Elena folded the red cloak and put it back in the box, she asked, “Going strong, Cassie? I have another box somewhere! My parents save, like, everything. Guess I can’t tease them about it any more; turns out it was nice to have this stuff lying around when I finally needed it again.”

Changing from costume to costume had caused Cassidy to reflexively cover her bare chest a couple times early on, but Elena had reminded her each time to keep her hands down. It was the same casually insulting reasoning as earlier–since Cassie ‘wasn’t developed enough for a bra,’ it’s not like she had anything to hide.

No matter how long her boobs were bared around Elena, it never got less embarrassing. Mostly because Cassidy did have boobs. They weren’t much without a proper bra supporting them, but still. Perpetually flashing a girl who knew how old she actually was? It would have been bad enough to just be walking around in panties, but wearing only diapers was a completely different story. Yet that was part of the reason why Cassidy listened to her ‘babysitter;’ behaving meant clothes.

In the interest of moving closer to that objective, Cassidy said, “I think that’s enough for me.”

“You sure? You haven’t even seen all the costumes yet. What if there’s one you really like in the other box? I’d hate for you to miss out.”

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

Elena just shrugged. “Suit yourself. Which one was your favorite?”

“Alice, I guess.” Because it was the closest thing to actually just wearing a dress. The rest of them were pretty clearly designed for a younger girl to wear to a costume party or to go out trick-or-treating. Actually, with a few adjustments, the Red ensemble wouldn’t have been bad for the Faire.

“Well, it suits you. If you keep behaving like a good little girl, maybe I’ll let you take it home with you when your sister picks you up.”

Cassidy was so tempted to ask when that would be. But even though Audrey and Elena weren’t in the same room, they were still working together at some level. Coming across as too desperate or whiny could easily be used against her. A real babysitter wouldn’t let her charge walk around without clothes on; this was all clearly designed to demean Cassidy, and she didn’t want to give Elena an excuse to make it worse.

Like usual, Elena took her hand in order to walk her back upstairs. Cassidy resisted the urge to slip out of the patronizing grip and allowed herself to be guided back to the main floor. She quietly sulked on the way, still trying and failing to come up with any possible ideas that would make her current situation better. It wasn’t until she was being tugged into the bathroom that Cassidy realized where she was being taken. “Elena, wait!” she exclaimed. For whatever reason, Cassidy had assumed their walk down the hallway would eventually lead to the flight of stairs that would bring her closer to something to wear.

“It’s been nearly an hour, Cassie,” Elena said. Her voice was far more calm in comparison. “I told your older sister that you would be given regular bathroom trips, just in case. Now, lie down on the floor for me, okay? This’ll be quick; promise.”

“But- but I don’t need to go!” Cassidy protested. Technically, she was telling the truth.

“Kids say that all the time before road trips,” Elena pointed out, “You still need to try. Better to go a little bit right now than to have an accident later, right?”

“But-”

“Come on, Cassie. You’ve been so well behaved so far. There’s no need to be immature about this; I deal with diapers all the time. It’s totally fine. Really.”

Cassidy hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say. Arguing too much would make Elena suspicious, but saying nothing at all would lead to Cassidy’s dirty secret being revealed after she had done so much to stall Elena from finding out. Not only letting herself be babysat with very little resistance, but also continuing to walk around in the disgusting underwear in the name of protecting what little dignity she had left at the moment.

Retrospect was always a bitch. If she had known Audrey was going to take so long to return, Cassidy might have confessed right away. Maybe even tried to claim that her sister delivered her in used diapers despite how Audrey had said otherwise.

“I’m not going to ask again, Cassie.” Elena crossed her arms. Her body was blocking the open door as well, though it’s not like Cassidy could realistically make a break for it. Where would she even go? And as her experience racing across the fairgrounds earlier had taught her, the word ‘running’ was a stretch when braless and wearing sagging diapers. “Lie on your back. This will be quick if you don’t make it difficult.”

It was like Cassidy’s body had decided to move of its own accord. She was still in control, but she was also trapped and out of options. Pushing back was still out of the question; the second Cassidy appeared defensive rather than awkward about the whole thing, Elena could figure out why that was the case and simply confirm her assumption by giving the diapers a feel. Flight was impossible. Only a miracle would save her now, and the only way to buy herself more time for that miracle was by slowly crouching down in one last ditch effort to stall.

Similar to the way she had needed to sit down in the car and at the kitchen table, lowering herself onto the cool tile brought on another wave of discomfort as the contents of her diapers shifted and somewhat pushed up into her as her ass settled onto the floor. Praying she had managed to keep a straight face despite the disgusting sensation, Cassidy glanced up towards Elena.

The girl only towered over her for a few seconds. Then she followed Cassidy down, only pausing to grab a towel for her knees. “All the way back,” she clarified.

Cassidy had been propping herself up on her hands, partially because she didn’t know when the floor had last been cleaned and partially for the usual desire to maintain whatever dignity she still had the ability to hold onto. Now that she had complied this much, however, there wasn’t anything she could do besides lean back and fully rest her back on the tile.

“There you go,” Elena smiled. Once she had herself properly positioned, she leaned forward and gripped one side of the diapers. “Okay, now just hold still. This won’t take long!”