Chapter Eleven:

Betsy carried me into the hotel, with my diaper pressed firmly to her hip. After the incident, the rest of the day felt like a blur. Whenever I tried to move past it, I couldn't help but think about it. And when I thought about it, I felt myself slip further away. Was I really such a baby now? Wasn't I an actress? I put my face into Betsy's shoulder and tried not to think at all. It was easier if I didn't think...

There'd been some changes since we were here last; the crib was still there, pressed up against the door wall, framed in pretty curtains, and the bed was where I remembered it being... only it was a twin now, and not a full size. How had they done that? Was this the same room? How did Abe convince the hotel to swap out the bed? And more importantly, why? There was something new, though, something I didn't expect to see - an adult sized changing table, stocked on left and right with diapers in different designs and colors, little holsters holding baby powder and oil, lotions and accessories, and a large colored plastic ring with at least a dozen pacifiers hanging from it like a keychain.

"Here we are, Baby Luvs.”

The film crew followed Betsy with the Baby who'd been Leona, catching every detail as she was sat down on the changing table. They missed nothing about the scene as Betsy checked Leona’s only recently changed diaper, as though the adult would have had an accident in the past hour.

Betsy pushed me down on my back and stuck a finger in the leg-band of my diaper to feel the soft, dry padding. I didn't slap her or push her away. I just let it happen. Like I was proud. Proud to be dry, and proud to have proven I wasn't a baby! Even if I was having my diaper checked on camera...

"There's a good girl, nice and dry for now so you'll be nice and wet for Mommy by morning now, won't you?"

Then, like this was some big joke, she looked at the camera and winked, “Maybe even more than wet, as you all now know."

I wanted to throttle her. I didn't get the chance, though, because once the cameras went off, she left. She left with Leona up on the changing table, me sitting on the bed, and a lot to discuss.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," I muttered, struggling to sit up in the thick pink diaper. I wasn't wearing pants - Betsy didn't think it was necessary. Fighting her was too much work. I slid off the changing table and looked down at the t-shirt, stained with baby food and sweat. "I'm going to shower..." I really, really, really needed it.

"Are you allowed to?" Which was a worthwhile question, because last night she certainly wasn't allowed to do anything of the sort. Admittedly, this time there were diapers in the room, plenty of supplies to replace what she was wearing. But at the same time there were complications - I had to take amateur video of her, and if in the morning she was wearing a different diaper to the one she was in now, they'd know anyway.

"I don't care!" I said sharply and slammed the bathroom door behind me. I didn't even have to pee, but I ripped off the diaper and sat on the toilet all the same, acting like I might. I just... I just needed something grown up. But no matter how long I sat there, it didn't make up for what I'd done earlier. I stripped myself of the dirty shirt and climbed into the hot shower. I just needed to relax.

I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, this was a job. Just a job and nothing else, and she was just a model, and I was already crossing the line on professionalism. But whatever I felt for her... whatever fucked up little sentiment it was, be it lust, longing, love, maternity, I couldn't exactly ignore it. So while she showered, I went downstairs to the lobby and ordered food to bring up to the room. Maybe eating like an adult would cheer her up.

I wrapped the towel tight around my perky breasts and stepped out into the hotel room, between the crib and the small dining table with only two chairs. Jackie was sitting on the far one, eating a little box of take out. Across from her, by the other seat, was another box. I snatched it up and walked over to the edge of the twin-sized bed and ate alone.

I shouldn't have said anything, because I knew she was riled up still, but I'd spent a lot of money on this meal and the gesture besides. "Oh yeah, you're welcome Leona, oh no don't worry about it, I don't mind helping out a friend, especially when everyone around her obviously treats her like she doesn’t deserve a voice.” Snarky didn't even begin to describe my tone.

"We aren't friends," I said sharply and shoved another chunk of chicken in my mouth. We were work friends at best. Acquaintances. She took pictures of me and I posed in diapers. Symbiotic relationship. I didn't even want her here.

"I guess if we're not friends, then I'm just what Abe hired me to be at night - a babysitter." I snapped a picture of her right there, scowling in her towel. "And if that's the case, then things are going to be a little different around her young lady."

I was no Betsy, but I did have a pretty good firm tone from growing up in a big household. And that tone carried extremely well as I got up from the table and approached her on the bed.

Young lady? I looked up at her nervously and pulled the towel tighter over my chest. "I'm not a baby, Jackie." Unlike my employer, I knew her name, even if I didn't say it often. "And I don't need you here. I'll make sure I'm dressed properly for tomorrow," I said with harsh cynicism. I was never so bothered by my work, not really. But today... a blush touched my cheeks.

Like her words didn't mean anything, I took the food from her hands - the box and the chopsticks - and set them down on the side table of the bed. "I'm the babysitter, which makes you the baby, Baby Luvs." Ugh I hated that name. Where was this even coming from? "Unless you'd prefer to be friends?" Tone drop. Happy smile. And I kissed her on the forehead. Was she blushing?

“Listen. I’m not Betsy, I'm not going to like... force you to do stuff, or embarrass you, that's not me. But you know we could use these nights together like aftercare? I could give you a bath, and brush your hair, and we could watch TV together. You know, soft stuff, to help you recover for the next day?"

I pulled away from her and crossed my arms over my chest, looking down at my bare feet, an inch or two off the carpet as I sat on the edge of the bed. I really was small... "I dun need a babysitter," I said more to myself than to Jackie. Maybe... trying to convince myself.

"Then we'll be friends?" Jackie asked.

Begrudgingly, I nodded my head. Better than the alternative.

I put my hand to her chin, guided her eyes to meet mine, and smiled softly. Wow was she ever beautiful. "Then let me take care of my friend, okay? Let me help you get ready for bed, and once you're dressed, I can put your hair in braids to stop it tangling when you sleep. And while I'm doing that you can finish eating dinner and watch TV? Right here on the bed, okay, me and you?" I mean, my dinner would go cold, but I'd ate a lot when she was in the shower. And I was very good at justifying things to myself.

"...whatever," I muttered, but it was as much of a concession as Jackie would get. She got up and went to the hotel closet, only to find it empty. But on the changing table, to the left of the diapers, was a small stack of onesies, the sort that snapped between your legs. I'd noticed them earlier, but I didn't say anything. I'd rather be naked than wear that stupid stuff right now!

With a sigh I approached the changing table, looking for something of a middle ground, something to show that I was different. But there were only the sorts of clothes Betsy would dress her in, only the sorts of embarrassing things a baby would wear. Only the things that made me tingle in places I didn't want to. Fuck. If I couldn't pick something different, I'd just act different. I snatched up a mint green onesie, and a diaper to boot, even though I'd never had any experience with either, and came back to the bed. "Alright you little cutiepop, lay down, let's get this over with and I'll show you how my Mom used to do my hair when I was younger, alright? You'll love it, I promise."

"I'm not wearing it," I said flatly. I'd already made up my mind. Tomorrow, I was going to have a serious talk with Abe. He crossed a line today. And if he wanted me to keep wearing these stupid diapers for his stupid website, he was going to treat me right! Until I spoke to him, I wouldn't wear another diaper.

I had a lot of logic, like how the snaps on that onesie would be utterly awful against her body without anything between them and her, or about how Betsy would be mad, or about how she wet the bed last night. What I said, though, was none of that. "You wouldn't wear it, not even for me?" Batted lashes. Wow, was I doing this? "I just always thought you were so cute, Leona, diapers and all.”

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Was she being serious? She was acting like an idiot. But...

"I'm not a baby," I muttered.

"But if you break the rules, and I don't enforce them, I'm the one that gets in trouble you know."

I.. didn't think about that…

"This has nothing to do with you."

“Maybe Abe will find another photographer, or he'll have Betsy babysit at night?" I let that sink in. "And I don't know about you, Leona, but I had a great time in the park, and I wouldn't want my friend to be left with someone awful like that." I motioned for her to lay down.

...Betsy at night? I felt my hair stand on end and swallowed hard. Betsy for five more days... I bit hard on my lip and looked at my feet.

"W-well... I... I guess..." I didn't want to wear the stupid diaper though! I reached to take it out of her hands and she pulled it away. I pouted.

"What? I can do it on my own... I've done it a thousand times." Before Betsy, no one changed my diapers on set. I took care of it myself.

"I should learn how to do it, though. I mean if I'm going to stay with you at night, if I learn how to do it, then Betsy won't need to change you in the mornings, right?" It was circular logic, and I knew it, but she was blushing and receded into herself and her voice was soft, so maybe I'd get away with it.

"...but..." I looked down at my body, still clad in the damp towel, and played with my fingers in front of me. This felt... weird. I thought we were friends, and she wasn't my babysitter, but here she was diapering me? Before I could think of a way to argue, though, Jackie gently pushed me backwards onto the bed. I looked up at the ceiling nervously.

"I don't like this," I muttered.

"New experiences can be scary, don't worry." Like she had anything to worry about compared to me, though! "Talk me through it, okay?" And then, I whispered. "Maybe with your thumb in your mouth because you're so stinkin' cute like that. It might make me feel less afraid of messing this up."

I gave her a sharp glare, but she laughed it off. Jeeze, she was irritating sometimes... "Just don't be a pervert or whatever and stare at my cunt, alright?" But despite the very grown up words, I felt no less a child being diapered. She took off the towel and I lifted my butt.

"The side with the tapes goes down first..."

Alright, I could do that! Just like origami, really, except instead of making a swan I was... yeah, okay, nothing like origami. But I got her positioned on the padded inside, got things lined up, and did my best to keep my eyes away from her nudity (although I did wonder if she shaved or waxed or just never had any hair below her waist.. ugh, don't think about that!) Phew. What next? You can do this, Jackie!

Unlike Betsy who kept a stern face, who said mocking things, who lifted her ass and moved her around by force, I was everything to the contrary. I asked her to move her butt. I smiled genuinely, maybe to put her at ease or maybe I was just proud of myself. And I told her how much help she was being.

"Powder..." I always used baby powder, but now it was a necessity. I would wet this diaper too, sometime tomorrow morning. Ugh, I already detested it!

"And put that tape here, and this one here..." I would have been more embarrassed if she was any good at this. Honestly, her ineptitude made me feel a whole lot less incompetent.

“Like that?”

“Yep, that's it." A nice, warm, dry diaper was firmly taped around my waist. I had basically done it myself, but... well, I guess Jackie did an alright job. And I was sort of happy she helped. Just a little.