[Original idea by ABDLQuestionnaire]

“Where ya goin’, Daddy?” his 4-year-old daughter asked, curiously looking up at him with her hazel eyes. She had blond hair done in a ponytail, wearing a baby-blue shirt and pants.

“Out to dinner with Mommy,” he answered as he stood in front of the Master Bedroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on his suit. Mom, meanwhile, was applying the last bits of makeup onto her face as she stood over the sink in the nearby bathroom.

“But we already had dinner!”

“You and Cammy had dinner, but we’re going out to eat, just the two of us,” Dad explained.

“Why?” She tilted her head to one side.

“Because sometimes Mommy and Daddy need some time to themselves.”

“Does ‘at mean you’re not comin’ back?” she asked.

“We’ll be back, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

“Why don’cha jus’ eat dinner here?” she inquired as she darted to Dad’s other side, pointing to the ground.

Dad chuckled as he picked her up. “You sure love to ask questions, huh Kaylie?”

“Yup! I ask lots’a keshtons!” Kaylie proudly nodded.

“I used to ask a lot too,” her 14-year-old sister responded as she entered the room, patting the little one on the head. The green-eyed older sister was also blond, her hair reaching her shoulders; she wore a t-shirt and jeans.

“You still do, sometimes,” Mom spoke, exiting the bathroom.

“Well yeah...how else am I gonna learn?” The older girl grinned.

“Good point, Cammy,” Dad said.

“An’ I’m gonna learn lots too!” Kaylie added, grinning as well.

“You sure are!” Mom spoke, smiling at her. “You’re growing into a big girl so fast!”

“Nuh-uh!” Kaylie shook her head. “I’m not a big girl! I’m a Baby Adult!”

That statement earned her the amused chuckles of her parents.

“I think you have to be fully potty-trained before you can be an adult,” Dad spoke.

“Nuh-uh!” She shook her head again.

“Yeah-huh!” Mom answered.

“Aha ha ha ha!” Kaylie giggled.

“Cammy, you know what to do, right?”

The older girl had been facing away from them for several seconds, and when she turned her head back toward her mother, she had a contemplative, distracted look on her face.

“Y...Yeah...play with Kaylie, put on a movie, put her to bed...change her, if she needs it...”

“Good. Remember, her bedtime’s 8.”

“I know...”

“Will you be okay?” Dad asked, handing Kaylie over.

“O-Of course,” Cammy replied, nervously smiling. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“You have our number if anything comes up.”

“Yeah.” Cammy nodded, following her parents downstairs.

“And make sure everything’s off before you go to bed,” Mom reminded.

“Mom, I’m a teen,” the older daughter spoke, annoyed. “We stay up all night.”

“Just making sure you know.”

“Can I stay up all night too?” Kaylie asked her sister, smiling in expectation.

“No.”

“Please?”

Cammy sighed. “Please come back before she drives me nuts.”

“We’ll try,” Dad spoke.

“See you girls.”

Mom kissed both Cammy and Kaylie on the forehead, the two briefly taking in the attractive scent of her perfume.

“Bye guys,” the older daughter said, waving.

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” the younger one exclaimed, happily waving with both hands.

Cammy and Kaylie were now the only ones in the house; the teen sighed again, putting her sister onto the floor.

“Dis way Cammy!”

“Alright.”

Cammy followed her sister, still frowning as she focused more on her thoughts than what she was doing.

(Does she know? I made sure not to let anyone see me...but she’s sneaky...oooohhh...!)

The older sister continued to follow Kaylie around the house, trying not to look too upset. They went through the living room and into the kitchen, then to the dining room and back to the entrance. Throughout the cyclical trek, the only sounds were the girls’ soft footsteps on the carpet, and the ever-so-slight rustling from the 4-year-old’s diaper.

(I wish they weren’t so loud...!)

“Here we are!” Kaylie declared as she stopped in front of the living room couch; she climbed onto it and sat in the middle.

“Why did we walk around the house then?” Cammy asked.

“‘cause I wanted to.” The younger girl shrugged with a smile.

“Alright...” The teen sighed, sitting down next to her.

“T.V. time!”

Kaylie grabbed the remote and turned on the television, flipping the channel to one that was showing cartoons.

“You need anything, Kaylie?” Cammy asked.

“Nah. I jus’ wanna watch cartoons.”

“Okay...”

As the older girl sat there with her sister and watched the program together, fear and panic began to bubble inside of her.

(She couldn’t know, right? I made sure I wasn’t caught! But...I hafta know for sure!)

Gulping, Cammy slowly turned her head to face Kaylie and asked:

“So...what did you call yourself?”

“A Baby Adult,” she replied, eyes still focused on the screen.

“Baby Adult?” Cammy parroted. “What is that exactly?”

“Well, it’s both a baby and a adult!” Kaylie looked at her sister with a big smile on her face. “I’m a baby ‘cause I still wear diapers, but I’m a adult ‘cause I’m super-smart an’ don’ need to cry all da time! Baby Adult!”

“I see...and how did you come up with that, exactly?”

“I jus’ t’ought of it,” Kaylie shrugged again.

“You sure?”

“Yup.” Kaylie nodded.

“Really sure?”

“Really sure!”

“Okay...”

The sisters resumed watching cartoons in silence, save for the occasional giggling and cheering from the younger one. Despite the satisfactory answer from Kaylie, Cammy’s doubts would not subside; minutes passed by like they were hours, and the teen could not keep the burning question inside for much longer.

(It can’t just be a coincidence...she knows! No, I’m just being paranoid...but...she could know...!)

“...Kaylie...”

“Hmm?” Again, her eyes were still on the T.V.

“Do you...know?”

“Know what?”

“Know...my secret.”

Kaylie quickly turned her head toward her sister, smiling ear-to-ear with shining eyes.

“I love secrets! Tell me!”

Cammy gulped again, looking utterly nervous.

“So...you don’t know?”

“Nope! Can you tell me?”

“S...Sure. But, you have to promise me not to tell anyone. Not your friends, or even Mommy and Daddy. It’ll be our little secret, got it?”

“Got it! D’ose are da best secrets!”

The grin on Kaylie’s face somehow made Cammy feel calmer.

“Pinky swear?” the teen spoke, raising her pinky-extended fist to her sister.

“Pinky swear!” Kaylie parroted as the sisters’ littlest fingers wrapped around each other.

“Good.” Cammy nodded with a little smile. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Okay!”

The two left the couch, but before they began heading upstairs...

“T.V., Kaylie.”

“Oh yeah!”

Kaylie trotted back over to the couch and grabbed the remote, flicking the television off.

“Thank you. Don’t want to waste power!”

“Nope!” The little one shook her head with a smile, her blond bangs and ponytail swaying from her motion.

Cammy led the way up to her room, with Kaylie right behind her; the younger sibling climbed the stairs as opposed to walking up them like her big sis.

“You’re big enough to walk upstairs the right way, ya little goof!” Cammy teased, chuckling.

“But dis’s da funner way!” Kaylie replied.

“More fun. Funner’s not a word.”

“I know dat, but I like dat word! Funner! Ha ha ha ha!”

The two laughed as they entered Cammy’s room, where the older one closed the door behind her.

“Okay...” The teen kneeled in front of Kaylie, putting her hands on her shoulders. “I want you to close your eyes, and open them when I tell you to. Got it?”

“Got it!” She nodded with a smile.

“Thank you,” Cammy replied, giving a slight smile of her own.

She stood back up as Kaylie covered her eyes and looked away, while the 14-year-old went to her desk. As she dug through the top drawer’s various objects to find her secret item, her heart began to race, and her breathing quickened.

(No turning back now...just relax, Cameron! It’s gonna be fine...)

Soon enough, Cammy obtained it: A sample pack of diapers just her size. She grabbed one and reburied the other beneath the inconspicuous clutter.

“No peeking Kaylie!” she spoke as she worked up the courage for the next part.

“I’m not peekin’!” Kaylie replied, still facing the door with her eyes covered.

“Okay...just makin’ sure.”

Cammy took a deep breath as she stared at the padding in her hands, then to the terrified reflection in her personal armoire.

(Well...here goes nothing...)

She somewhat-slowly pulled down her jeans and panties, leaving the bottom half of her body exposed. With slightly-shaky hands, she opened the diaper and slid it between her legs, securing it at the waist with the tabs.

(...huh...)

Cammy definitely expected its softness, but she didn’t think it would feel as good as it did. She checked herself out in the mirror; the padding had a rather cute design, with building blocks and baby bottles decorated all over the front and back. While it was weird seeing herself back in diapers after several years, there was a certain joy to it as well, which quickly overrode any negative feelings she had.

(This feels great! It’s so...comforting...)

She couldn’t help but grin at her reflection, patting the front of her padding; the crinkling sound was oddly satisfying to the teen, and she happily sighed.

“Okay Kaylie...you can look now!”

The 4-year-old uncovered and opened her eyes as she spun around to see her now-diapered big sister grinning back, much like the little sister did after she gasped in joy.

“You’re a Baby Adult too?!” Kaylie exclaimed.

“Well, we’re actually called Adult Babies...though I s’pose I’m more of a Teen Baby...”

“Ha ha ha ha!” The little one giggled as she ran up to Cammy, poking at her padding.

“Dat’s a diaper awright!”

“Duh! What else did’ja think it was?”

“Pull-ups.”

“They’re kinda different...”

“I know,” Kaylie spoke, nodding. “Dey feel diff’rent dan diapers.”

“Mmm...so, will you keep your promise?”

“Yeah...but I wanna tell ev’ryone!” Kaylie frowned in disappointment.

“You can’t. Most people don’t really like people who still wear diapers when they’re grown up.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. They just don’t.” Cammy frowned as well. “That’s why I don’t want Mommy and Daddy to find out, ‘cause they’ll probably think I’m crazy.”

“No dey won’t!” Kaylie looked mad. “Dey won’ hate you or anything!”

“I know they won’t hate me, but...” The big sister sighed. “It’s real complicated, Kaylie. Even for someone as smart as you.”

“I guess...” The little one sighed as well.

“Hey, cheer up!” Cammy, with her hands on her thighs, knelt in front of Kaylie again. “You get to see your big sis in diapers, just like you!”

“Yeah...an’ I’m the only one who knows!” Kaylie smiled.

“Exactly! You’re the only one who will ever know...makes ya feel real special, huh?”

“Lots spetial!” The little sister enthusiastically pumped her right arm in the air.

“Yeah!”

Kaylie sat herself on the edge of Cammy’s bed, as the teen went to her jeans.

“Um...I don’t think these’re gonna fit...” she spoke as she picked them up, looking at her diaper.

“I got it!”

Kaylie pulled down her baby-blue pants, leaving her pink diaper exposed as well.

“Now we match!” she happily spoke.

“Good thinkin’ Kaylie!”

“A’course!”

“Now let’s have some fun! C’mon!”

“Yay!”

Kaylie happily kicked her legs as Cammy carried her to the little one’s room, the older sister’s diaper rustling and crinkling all the while.

(These things really are super-noisy...no way I can wear ‘em with Mom and Dad around...)

“Okay!” the teen said, placing her sister onto the ground in her room. “What do you wanna play with first?”

“Dolls!” Kaylie ran up to the bin full of plushes, throwing them all about until she found two that would perfectly suit their playtime.

“Here Cammy,” she spoke, handing her big sister a plush. “You can have da bunny.”

“Thank you,” Cammy replied as she took it and sat down, feeling her diaper press up against her.

(So soft...I never knew how awesome these things felt! Or maybe I just forgot...)

“An’ I’ve got da teddy!” Kaylie smiled as she sat down too.

“It’s quite a nice evening, wouldn’t you say, Theodore?” Cammy spoke in a cartoonish voice, moving the bunny as if it was the one talking.

“You bet, BunBun!” Kaylie replied in a deep voice, roleplaying as well.

“The stars shine so bright! It’s beautiful!”

“Did’ja know da sun’s a star too?”

“‘course I did, Theo!” ‘BunBun’ spoke. “Do ya know why it’s so big?”

“‘cause it’s da closest star to da Eart’!”

“Precisely! You’re quite the smart cookie, Theo!”

“T’ank you, BunBun!”

The sisters continued to play with their dolls, their imaginations running wild as they made up their own story starring Theodore and BunBun. As they did, Cammy felt a strange, yet familiar sensation within her.

(I feel...tingly...why didn’t I feel this way before? Is it ‘cause I wasn’t in diapers...?)

No other explanation seemed to fit in the 14-year-old’s mind. This was a feeling of youth, of childlike wonder and joy. While she was still physically a teenager, in her mind’s eye, she was Kaylie’s age again; she imagined the two were twin sisters playing with their toys, wearing diapers due to being untrained in using the potty. It wasn’t logical or normal, but it felt right, and it felt good.

“Cammy? You okay?”

The teen was brought out of her trance by Kaylie, who curiously looked at her sister.

“Huh? Oh, yeah...just thinkin’.”

“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?”

“‘bout...wearin’ diapers. I, um, haven’t worn one ‘til now.”

“Feels good, huh?” Kaylie smiled.

“Y-Yeah...it’s nice and comfy. I can see why you don’t wanna give ‘em up. Or feel, whatever.”

“Dey’re real comfy! An’ dey make real cool noises when you touch ‘em!”

Kaylie stretched the rim of her diaper, giggling at the rustling it made.

“They sure do...” Cammy felt the front of her padding, smiling as it made similar noises.

“So does dis mean we hafta t’ange you too?”

“No...I don’t wanna go in ‘em. That’s kinda gross...”

“But isn’ dat da whole point of diapers?”

“Well yeah, but...I’m just into the comfort.”

“I like da comfort and goin’ in ‘em!” Kaylie giggled.

“But you’re half potty-trained...”

“‘cause I hate feelin’ wet!”

“Oh yeah...” Cammy blushed in slight embarrassment.

“Cammy...”

“Yes Kaylie?”

“You’re not da only Baby Adult, right?”

“Adult Baby.”

“Yeah, wha’ever.” Kaylie shrugged.

“No, there’s more of us. I dunno how many exactly, but I’m definitely not alone.”

“Cool!” She grinned.

“They don’t just make diapers for adults, ya know...”

“Really?” Kaylie’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“You bet! There are adult-sized binkies, onesies, footie pajamas, bibs...it’s real cool!”

“Do you have any of dat stuff?”

“No...” Cammy shook her head, frowning. “All I have are diapers right now.”

“Oh...dat’s a shame. I wanna see you wit’ a binky in your mout’!”

“You might, one day...” The teen gave a sly smile. “I can hide it pretty well.”

“Ha ha!” Kaylie clapped her hands in joy.

“You wanna go downstairs now?”

“Yeah! I’m t’irsty!”

“Okay then! Let’s get some juice!”

“App’e juice please!” Kaylie requested as she was picked up again, teddy in hand.

“Good choice! You know what, I could go for some apple juice too!”

“Yeah!”

The little one giggled as she was brought downstairs and into the kitchen; there, she was placed onto the kitchen table as Cammy prepared the juice.

“Here we go!” she spoke as she placed the lid onto the full sippy cup, handing it to Kaylie.

“T’ank you sis!” the 4-year-old spoke, drinking from it.

“Any time, Kaylie.”

Cammy briefly watched her sister consume the apple juice, which got the older one thinking...

(I think I’d rather...yeah...!)

The teen grabbed another sippy cup from the cupboard and filled it with juice as well, fastening a lid onto it and taking a sip.

“Mmmm...”

While Cammy found the juice delicious as usual, there was just something about drinking it from a child’s cup that made it better.

(It’s not a binky, but it’s the closest thing to one I’ve got right now...)

“You like da sippy cup?” Kaylie asked, swinging her legs as she sat on the edge of the table.

“Yeah...I do. Doesn’t hold as much juice as a grownup’s cup, but who cares? I can always just get more!”

“Ezac’ly!”

The sisters grinned at one another, full of happiness and kinship. After a few seconds of quiet drinking, though, Kaylie’s smile faded to a neutral look, as she gazed downward with her index finger right below her bottom lip.

“What’cha thinkin’?” Cammy asked.

“Stuff...”

“Stuff like...?”

“Like...how long did’ja know you were a Baby...a Adult Baby.”

Cammy gave a slight frown, slowly looking around as she thought of an answer.

“Well...I s’pose I always felt like one. It’s kind of a long story...do you wanna hear it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Kaylie nodded, smiling just a little in curiosity.

“Okay...don’t blame me if you end up feelin’ bored!”

The sisters giggled a little.

“I won’ be bored Cammy! Tell me!”

“Alright. Well...I was kinda like you when it came to diapers. I didn’t wanna use the potty for everything...took me ‘til I was 3-an’-a-half to be outta diapers. When I was goin’ to school for the first time, I hated it, ‘cause I just wanted to stay home an’ watch cartoons all day, an’ play with Mommy. But, I had to go, ‘cause you can’t stop growin’ up, an’ when you’re grown up, you have to get a job, an’ to get a job, you hafta go to school.”

“Right.” Kaylie nodded in understanding.

“I always loved watchin’ cartoons an’ watchin’ kids’ movies. Still do. Couldn’t tell ya why, I just do. There’s something ‘bout ‘em that makes me feel...good, ya know? Sounds real weird when you say it out loud...but it’s the truth.”

Cammy rubbed the side of her neck in anxiousness.

“I was still a kid when you were born, so it wasn’t weird to still like kids’ stuff. But...even though I’m a teenager now, I still like kids’ movies an’ cartoons an’ games more than the grownup stuff. Not that the grownup stuff is bad or boring or anything, but...there’s just something about kid stuff that I really like.”

“So you really liked da kiddie stuff we watch toget’er, right?” Kaylie asked.

“Yup. I tried to act all tough an’ stuff. ‘That’s for babies, an’ I’m not a baby!’” Cammy chuckled in remembrance. “But I think even then, I knew I was lying to myself. I really did like it, and I couldn’t change that part of me.

“Then, one day, a couple weeks ago...I realized that I wanted to try out diapers.”

“Why?”

“I dunno,” the teen said, shrugging. “I just had that weird thought of, ‘I wanna try out diapers’. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re still in diapers, or ‘cause of my love of kids’ stuff, but I was too curious to just say ‘no’. So I looked it up, and it turns out, I’m not alone. There’s more people like me out there, called Adult Babies. And...it all made sense to me.”

Cammy sighed. “So, I ordered a sample pack of diapers, an’ waited for a night when it was just me, alone, so I could try ‘em on. But when you called yourself a Baby Adult, I freaked out. I thought you caught me or something. You...didn’t see anything, did you?”

“Nope.” Kaylie’s bangs again swayed as she shook her head. “Didn’ see anyt’ing.”

“Well, now I know. And you’re the only one who knows my secret. Please don’t tell anyone, Kaylie. I...I wanna tell ‘em on my own. Mommy an’ Daddy.”

“I won’t.” Kaylie gave a kind, understanding smile. “Your secret’s safe wit’ me, I promise!”

“Thank you...”

Cammy hugged her sister, who hugged back just as tight. The two happily sighed from their embrace, the warmth filling them with a great happiness.

(I hope they’re as understanding as you, Kaylie...)

“...Potty!” Kaylie quickly pushed Cammy out of the hug, covering the front of her diaper with both hands and looking desperate.

“Huh?”

The teen checked the little one’s sippy cup.

“You drank the whole thing that fast? No wonder!”

“Potty...gotta, go, potty...” Kaylie spoke with a strained voice, as she pursed her lips and squinted her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll let’cha down...”

Cammy placed her sister onto the floor, and as soon as she was free, Kaylie dashed out of the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

(At least she doesn’t need changing for that...not like that’s hard, but still...)

The teen walked to the front of the bathroom, leaning her back against the wall next to the door with her arms crossed. She looked down at the diaper still wrapped around her waist as she contemplated the whole situation.

(Bein’ surrounded by kiddy stuff for years must’a been what did this to me...or maybe it was always a part of me, even without it? I dunno why I am the way I am, but...I don’t think I’d change a thing. This makes me happy. This diaper...it feels so comfy, like I’m wearin’ a pillow or something. It’s weird, yeah, but aren’t we all weird, in our own way? This is my weirdness, and I’m not gonna let anyone shame me. Not even Mom and Dad.)

The flushing of the toilet brought Cammy back to reality; she slightly shook her head before calling out:

“Don’t forget to wash your hands, Kaylie!”

“I know!”

The teen knocked on the door as she said, “Can I come in?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“I’m nakie!”

Cammy tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”

“I had’ta take off my diaper!”

“Then put it back on!”

“I will after I wash my hands!”

Cammy sighed, shaking her head again.

(I suppose that’s one advantage pull-ups have...which probably means I’ll hafta take mine off when I hafta go...)

“Cammy...I need help!”

“Okay...”

She opened the door and found Kaylie struggling to put the diaper tabs back into place. Kneeling down, Cammy took over for her.

“Like that...and that! All better!”

Kaylie looked down, still frowning. “Da t’ingies don’ look as sticky...”

“Those are called ‘diaper tabs’, Kaylie. They’re the things that keep your diaper in place.”

“Yeah.”

Cammy looked at the tabs, and indeed, they didn’t look like they were sticking as well as they had before.

“I hope my diaper’s tabs are better...”

“Can I jus’ get a new diaper?”

“Not until you use that one, Kaylie. They aren’t cheap, ya know!”

“Well maybe I’ll jus’ wet myself!” Kaylie crossed her arms as she mischievously smiled.

“I thought you hated it?” Cammy teased.

“Not as much as a diaper dat won’ stay on!”

“Heh heh...well, if it keeps falling off, then I might get’cha a new one. How ‘bout that?”

“‘kay!” Kaylie nodded.

“Now, let’s get back to playing.” Cammy smiled as she picked up her sister.

“I wanna watch a movie!”

“Alright then. Let’s pick one out!”

Kaylie was placed onto the living room couch, where she watched Cammy kneel in front of the T.V. and dig through the DVD collection in the T.V. stand’s drawers.

“Cammy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I be a Adult Baby when I grow up?”

Cammy froze, feeling a sense of unease inside and out. She soon resumed her hunting as she spoke in a sad tone:

“Kaylie...you hafta understand, Adult Babies are...well, we’re seen as freaks to most people. They think there’s something wrong with us just ‘cause we still wanna wear diapers and suck on binkies and all that. Maybe...maybe when you’re my age, things’ll be different, but...I don’t think you’re old enough to decide just yet.”

“But I’m super-smart!” Kaylie argued. “I can do it!”

Cammy sighed as she stood up, going over to Kaylie and kneeling back down in front of her. She gazed into the little one’s stubborn eyes, as she explained with a frown:

“Kaylie, just ‘cause you’re super-smart, doesn’t mean you’re not a kid. You’re just not old enough.”

“Mmmmmmm...!” Kaylie pouted and crossed her arms.

“I know, it sucks that you can’t make these decisions yet; I can’t make all of ‘em either, and it drives me crazy. But...it’s not going to be easy if you decide to be an Adult Baby like me. When you’re older, and can better understand these things, then maybe. Maybe you can be an Adult Baby too. But for now, you’ll just have to stick with being a Baby Adult. Okay?”

Kaylie stared into her big sister’s green eyes, mulling it over. After a few seconds of deliberation:

“...okay. I...I understand.” The little one frowned.

“Thank you, Kaylie.” Cammy smiled, just a little.

“...y’know, you’re pretty smart too!”

“Yeah. Guess we’re not so different, huh?”

“I t’ink you’re a Baby Adult too!” Kaylie grinned.

“Adult Baby and Baby Adult? Hmm...okay! I guess I’m both!”

“Yeah! Ha ha ha!”

Once again, the two sisters laughed together as the heavy atmosphere quickly faded.

“First, though, you’re gonna need to be potty-trained!”

“But if I’m gonna be a Adult Baby, why can’t I jus’ keep wearin’ ‘em?”

“Because you don’t want everyone to know you’re an Adult Baby! That’s why you gotta give ‘em up now, then go back to ‘em later!”

“Or, I could go to school an’ use the potty dere, an’ come home an’ go in my diapers!”

“It’s not gonna work Kaylie. Pretty clever, though.”

“Yup! I’m da cleverest!” The 4-year-old grinned in pride.

“You sure are!”

The sisters laughed again as Cammy went back to the DVD collection.

“So, which of these do you wanna watch?” she asked, motioning her hand toward the two stacks of movies.

“Hmm…”

Kaylie went over to the stacks and began to go through it. She briefly glanced at the covers, then tossed the titles aside, one by one.

“Nope...nuh-uh...no...”

“Hey, be careful!” Cammy warned. “You might damage the discs!”

“Sorry...” Kaylie frowned in slight shame, this time gently putting rejected movies on the floor around her.

“That’s better...I know you’re excited, but try to save it for the movie, okay?”

“‘kay...Oooh!”

The little sister’s face lit up when she found a movie she wanted to see.

“Dis one please!” Kaylie said, happily waving the DVD case towards Cammy.

“A Disney one, eh?” the big sister replied, taking the case. “You’re awfully predictable...”

“At least I didn’ get Frozen!”

“True...finally got bored of it?”

“For now...” Kaylie smiled.

“Hey, what’re you doin’?” Cammy spoke when she noticed her sister returning to the couch.

“Sittin’ down.”

“I’ve got a better idea!”

Once the DVD was in the player, Cammy got up and pulled the living room table out of the way.

(Phew...this’s kinda heavy...)

“Awesome!” Kaylie said, grinning.

“Yup...now we’ve got front-row seats!”

“Ha ha!” She slid off the couch and quickly sat close to the T.V. screen.

“I’ll go get your teddy...”

“T’ank you!”

“Of course!”

Cammy returned to the kitchen and retrieved Kaylie’s teddy, which had fallen onto the tiled floor; while she was at it, she also went upstairs to get the bunny doll she had played with earlier.

“You started it already?” the teen asked as she sat down next to Kaylie, handing the little one her teddy.

“Yup! Don’cha know us kids know techy stuff real good?”

“Well I’m not an adult yet, Kaylie!”

“But you’re a Adult Baby!”

“Teen Baby.”

“But you called yourself ‘Adult Baby’!”

“Uh, well...” Cammy blushed, smiling in embarrassment. “...shoot, ya got me there!”

“Yup! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

The two sisters sat a mere 2 feet away from the T.V., dolls in hand, as they watched the movie together. They found themselves utterly engrossed with it: Laughing at the funny parts, gasping whenever something dramatic happened, dancing and singing along with the music, and talking about whatever caught their attention. Again, the teen felt as if she really was a diapered toddler again, free of responsibility and worry. It was an exhilarating feeling, one that she relished every second of, like it was the last day of childhood.

After one of the songs, the duo was lying next to each other, giggling in joy as the movie continued in the background.

“You’re da bestest sister ever!” Kaylie spoke, looking over to Cammy.

“You’re da bestest sister too!”

The older sister blushed as she realized what she had said, while the younger one laughed again.

“Now you’re talkin’ like a baby!”

“Heh heh...yeah...” Cammy smiled in nervousness and uncertainty.

“Can we have more nights like dis?”

“Sure...I wanna do this again too!”

“Yay! Hee hee hee ha ha!”

The sisters laughed again, and when they stopped, a sudden sleepiness had begun to take hold.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh...” Kaylie yawned, eyes half-open.

“It’s...prolly close to your bedtime...haaaaaahhhh...” Cammy could not help but yawn as well.

“D’aw...I wanna stay...up...”

The little one’s eyes slowly closed as she soon entered dreamland. Cammy drowsily smiled at Kaylie, seeing her chest slowly rise and fall.

(Gotta...gotta get up...)

However, the teen’s body felt like it was made of iron. It seemed as if she did not have the energy to stand, let alone put Kaylie to bed.

(I...I can’t...get caught...like...this...)

Cammy yawned again, her eyes feeling ever heavier. She wanted to get up, but no amount of willpower seemed to put her to motion; she remained face-up on the floor, lying like a log. In her dreary state, she had one last thought before falling asleep:

(Just...a few minutes...and I’ll...be good...to...go...)


-------------------------


“...wake up...”

The soothing tone of her mother’s voice was what brought Cammy out of her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes to see Mom smiling down on her, gently cupping her cheek with one hand.

“Mmm...Mom?”

The teen sat up, looking around her as her mother spoke:

“Kaylie’s already in bed. Looks like you two had fun!”

“Y...Yeah...”

Cammy noticed that the T.V. was off and the DVDs were gone, presumably back in their place in the T.V. stand’s drawers; the living room table was still where she moved it.

“You really should clean up after yourselves, though. Toys, clothes, movies, cups...the house was a mess!”

“S-Sorry, Mom...” Cammy yawned, slowly standing up.

“I do think that was really cute of you, dressing up like that...” Mom smiled.

“Huh? Oh!”

It had just dawned on her that she was still wearing a diaper, and her face turned a deep red color.

“You really know how to make Kaylie happy. I’m glad she has a sister like you.”

Mom hugged her daughter, who took a moment to hug back.

“Th-Thanks, Mom. I’m...glad to be her sister too.” Cammy smiled, still blushing.

“I dunno if that’s a good idea...” Dad chimed in. “We’re already having enough issues getting Kaylie out of diapers...”

“It won’t make too much of a difference, I’m sure,” Mom said, exiting the hug.

“Well, as long as we’re not changing two kids, I guess it’s fine...”

“Heh heh...don’t worry Dad, I’m still potty-trained,” Cammy spoke, nervously smiling.

“I didn’t think they made diapers like those...” Mom pointed to her daughter’s padding.

“Oh, yeah! I, y’know, bought it online. They’re pretty darn comfy; no wonder Kaylie wants to stay in them!”

“Did you use our card?”

“I know better than to do that, Mom!” Cammy chuckled. “I used a gift card.”

“Well at least we won’t have to worry about that...” Dad said as he headed upstairs.

“Here you go,” Mom said, handing her daughter a $10 bill and a $5 bill from her purse. “Thank you for babysitting Kaylie.”

“No problem!” Cammy smiled. “It was really fun! I should do this more often!”

“Good night, Cammy.” Mom planted a kiss on the teen’s forehead, then went upstairs as well.

“Good night Mom,” the daughter replied, following her up.

“Please put on your regular pajamas, though.”

“Aw, but what if I have an accident in the night?”

“You were never a bedwetter, Cammy.”

“Oh, fine...” Cammy pouted. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She entered her room, sighing as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. The teen moved her head upward, as if there was a gigantic weight positioned right above her, ready to fall at any moment.

(God, I wish this was easier...)

Cammy slowly moved away from the door, tossed her babysitting money onto her desk, and sat on her bed. She buried her face in her hands and sighed again; turmoil began to swirl inside once more as she closed her eyes and delved into her mind.

(They’ll think I’ve got nuts, wanting to wear diapers again...and wanting to suck on a pacifier, and drink from a sippy cup, and...Ugh! Why do I feel this way?!)

What had felt like a blessing was now a curse, an ever-present burden wrapped tight around her heart. This evening had been one of the best she ever had in a long time, full of fun and irresponsibility. It was the best of both worlds: She was still a teenager on the outside, yet a toddler on the inside. She was free from having to do anything grown up, yet could “switch back” to being a teen when the time called for it. It amazed her how a disposable adult diaper could make her feel this way.

But to her parents and the outside world, it was odd, confusing, unnatural, and worst of all, repulsive. Even just imagining the insults and hateful looks made her feel small, freakish, and alone. Cammy gulped, trying not to let her watery green eyes leak, as she anxiously rubbed her knees. She gazed down at the diaper still wrapped around her waist.

(I don’t know what to do...I could just stop here. Just...not get any more diapers...but...now that I’ve worn one...I know how good it feels. Can I just give it up, like that? I...I don’t know if I’m strong enough...)

Cammy sighed in sorrow, a tear trailing down both cheeks as she bit her lip. Her thoughts wandered to her little sister, and how full of cheer she was. Throughout the night, Kaylie’s hazel eyes shone with youth, unending joy, and most importantly, confidence. Despite her young age, she knew what she would face if she remained in diapers, yet she did not seem to care. It was an enviable trait, to do as one pleases without worrying about what others thought or said.

(I wish I was half as strong as you, Kaylie...maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much...having to choose between one or the other, but not wanting to risk giving up either...you’d probably make that decision in a heartbeat. But I...I can’t...!)

Cammy’s hands closed into fists as they shook just above her kneecaps; tears fell down onto her legs and arms as she deeply breathed in and out through her nose.

(There’s only one thing I can do...it might not work, but I have to try! I...I could pretend that wearing these diapers and acting like a baby made me...want to keep doing some of it. I-I don’t need to sleep in a crib or need changing or anything like that...I just...want diapers and pacifiers, and that’s it. They’ll probably still think I’m crazy, but...it’s the only chance I have! I can’t keep this a secret from them forever!)

Cammy shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes.

(It’ll all work out...it’s okay...Mom and Dad won’t ever hate me...I know they’ll always love me, no matter what...)

The tears stopped, and she felt calmer. The doubt was still there, but it no longer felt all-consuming. With a determined huff, Cammy stood up and went to her clothes drawer.

(They don’t have to know...I’ll just throw it out in the morning...)

She replaced her t-shirt with a pajama shirt, while her diaper remained attached to her. Its comfort was just too good to let go, and in her mind, it might as well serve one last purpose before its disposal. Cammy sighed once more, this time in a mixture of exhaustion and relief, as she lay down in bed and wrapped the covers over herself. Before she drifted off to sleep again, a few more thoughts floated in her drowsy mind:

(I...I don’t know what will happen for sure, but...I hope that they won’t freak out too hard. The best I can do is slowly reveal myself; maybe it’ll make them more comfortable than just outright saying I’m an Adult Baby. But even if they don’t accept this part of me, I’ve still got 4 more years until I’m free to do whatever I want. As far away as that is, I can wait, I think...but whatever happens, it’ll work out. It won’t hurt forever.

And y’know...for once, I hope Kaylie stays in diapers...just for a little while longer...)