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Part 49

Just like when she changed me the first time, Kate took her sweet time. Instead of getting right down to business once the rest of the pins were undone, she launched back into another spiel about how I should have asked for her help if it was an emergency and I wasn’t capable of handling my diapers without her. Constantly using the possessive word at this point, Kate continued, “Just be glad you were wearing your diapers when it happened. This is why I’m the one who decides when you can graduate to panties.”

It was just another iteration of the conversation from a minute or two ago. Even though my diapers–the diapers–were the very reason I was stuck using them in the first place, I was in no position to defend myself. And, like she had warned me, Kate took out her phone and snapped a few pics of my second big accident of the day. Not only was this worse because it was happening again, but I was also just wearing a training bra above the waist compared to the t-shirt I had on when she was changing me last time. I could only imagine how deep my blush was as I lay on the cold tile and allowed my sister to collect more photographic evidence of something no average college girl would even do once to her underwear.

“Ass up, little sis,” Kate instructed, once she was done taking pictures. She set her phone aside and grabbed a few things for the impending changing process. I did as I was told. Bracing myself with my arms, I raised my messy backside off the diapers and allowed my sister to get to work. “Like we talked about earlier, Annie, our aunt and uncle would probably notice dirty diapers in the trash. Luckily for you, these cloth ones are reusable. But we can’t use the disposable ones for your diaper change, understand?”

It took me a moment to connect the dots, but I got there. At the pharmacy earlier, she sat me down still partially dirty on one of those diapers while she dealt with the mess in the pull-ups, and then put me in the reusable kind once I was fully clean. This wouldn’t be the case, which meant that I would have to stay awkwardly elevated as she cleaned me. Although, now that I was thinking about it . . . “Can’t I just shower, Kate?” I asked. Not only would that be more efficient, but it would save me the indignity of being wiped by my younger sister again.

Kate just scoffed. “Umm, no. One, I don’t trust you to clean yourself, Annie. Two, that would be wasteful. You already showered this morning, didn’t you? Think about the environment, sis. Oh, and then I’d be stuck waiting around for you to finish so I could pin you up again. Not very respectful of my time, is it?” All the while, she continued scrubbing at my ass with the wet wipes like it was no big deal. Just a babysitter dealing with dirty diapers, again. At least, that’s how it felt now that she was doing so more casually than the first time around.

Her second two points were somewhat valid, though it’s not like she was the kind of girl who overly cared about the environment. But I was more than capable of thoroughly bathing myself. As usual, however, I didn’t have it in me to argue that point. She had already moved past it by listing the next few reasons why a shower didn’t make sense, and I had already talked myself into doing everything Kate said in the name of moving past all this and not giving her any more ammo to use against me. It was already getting easier and easier for her to claim that I was ‘twelve.’ Anything I said that she spun as immature would only make things worse.

By the time she finished wiping every inch of my bare rear, causing me to wince and blush more brightly as I felt her fingers sliding between my cheeks, my arms were close to giving out from holding myself up for so long. The thought of falling into the mess below and starting the whole process over again, however, was more than enough to give me the willpower to hold on. Finally, Kate slid the old diapers out from under me and laid out another doubled up set of clean, cloth ones. “Down, Annie.” Before I could lower myself, she slapped one of my ankles.

Instantly losing my balance from how shaky my arms have gotten, I fell down the short distance and winced as my tailbone took the brunt of my weight. The padding of the diapers wasn’t enough to totally soften the blow, and I yelped out an annoyed, “Hey!!”

Kate just rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a brat, sis. Do you want our cousins to hear you?” With that, she grabbed the baby powder and began applying the stuff as generously as earlier. I wanted to say something about how I didn’t need so much, but there would be no convincing her after the mess she just had to deal with. If anything, the excessive powder from earlier was probably why no one noticed that I was wearing used diapers. And, although I obviously wasn’t going to have another accident in them, I subjected myself to my private areas being covered in powder.

Once she was satisfied with the demeaning and thorough coating, Kate did the diapers up just like before. They were pinned tightly on both sides, and I was already nervous about my ability to get them off myself considering what had happened before. My sister and I were sharing a guest room, but that didn’t change the fact that I shouldn’t have to ask her for help removing my underwear. It was awkward, for starters, plus it took away all privacy. Using the toilet properly would mean Kate basically escorting me every time.

That would have to be a conversation for the next day. I was ready for some peace and quiet, and being half dressed after another humiliating diaper change wasn’t the time to have a backbone. Instead, I simply let Kate fiddle with the diapers to make sure they were secure. “Stand up, Annie,” she said. Stepping back to give me room, she began consolidating all the things she had brought with her for the diaper change. I did as I was told, to which she followed it up with, “Arms up.”

The moment I did so, belatedly realizing that there was only one thing that such an action would lead to, Kate had a grip on the sides of my training bra and pulled it up so my breasts popped out. “Kate!” I exclaimed, gasping in shock and embarrassment. Not even able to cover myself, as she was already getting to work pulling the bra up my arms, I said, “What are you-”

“Hush, Annie.” Her voice was firm and no-nonsense as she cut me off. “It’s time for bed. And you barely have enough boob for one of these things anyway.” She made short work of taking the bra the rest of the way off, then looked down at my now fully topless self to ask. “How old are you, sis?”

“. . . I’m twelve.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. After being conditioned with the question all afternoon and evening, it had gotten to the point that responding that way was my current reflex. I still knew my real age, of course, but I hadn’t said it in a while. And, as long as Kate was running this never ending show, I was still playing the role of her tween sister.

The familiar little smirk on her face told me that I had answered correctly, but not necessarily that doing so was good for me. “At least you’re still getting that much right. But what about your smile, Annie?” Pausing enough for that to sink in, as she was obviously correct in that I hadn’t been particularly bubbly since heading upstairs with her, she moved on without pushing the issue for the time being. “We’ll work on that again tomorrow. From the second you wake up, okay? Now, it’s time to get you ready for bed.”

Right. Bed. That was the excuse I had attempted to use when trying to steal away from our cousins AND from Kate, although I had only managed to achieve the former. Had she not realized the whole point of saying that was to deal with this? It was way too early for me to actually go to bed. Then again, I wasn’t my nineteen year old self at the moment; maybe that’s what she was playing at.

Whatever. She was more than welcome to go through the motions of my evening ritual. As long as she would leave me alone in our room and go back downstairs to join our cousins, I was fine brushing my teeth and washing my face earlier than usual. “Okay,” I said, with a hint of a smile for good measure. She said ‘tomorrow,’ but I could take any brownie points I could get after the last of my maturity had been thoroughly shattered when she found out that I had used my diapers again.

In response, Kate flicked one of my pigtails. “Get your hair down, little sis. I’ll be right back. Oh, and make sure you don’t step in your old diapers and make a mess.”

I hated how easily she could make me blush at this point. She still hadn’t dealt with the padded underwear I had been changed out of, but it was far enough in the corner that there wasn’t actually a risk of something like that happening. Kate obviously just wanted me to constantly be reminded of the recent change, as if the sight of myself in the mirror wasn’t enough. The girl looking back at me was even less familiar than the reflection I had seen of myself last time.

Way more Annie, and way less Annelise.

Like the fucking orphan in the musical, with the pigtails, although that Annie didn’t have diapers to contend with. And while my hair wouldn’t be styled that way for much longer, I still had the freckles, height, and barely existent curves to deal with in terms of not being seen like the adult I was. A small part of me was still clinging to the hope that this was all some twisted nightmare. Because this wasn’t actually possible, right? I was supposed to be the older sister!

“Cute, right?” Kate said. Shifting to stand more behind me than by my side, she placed her hands on my bare shoulders and gave me a knowing smile in the mirror. “No wonder everyone always assumes you’re the younger one.”

I knew she couldn’t actually read my mind, but it definitely felt like it for a second. “Kate-”

“Hair down, Annie. By the time I get back, ‘kay?”

She gave my padded rear a light swat, then left the bathroom just like that. And, similar to last time, I had no idea how long she’d be gone for.

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