“No, you won’t,” Kimberly says. Olivia’s heart sinks. “I’ll just bring you along with! It’ll work out great, the little girl I’m babysitting is your age.”
“But-” Olivia starts. Kimberly pokes her nose.
“No buts! Come on.” Kimberly picks Olivia up and brings her over to her car. Olivia is buckled into a car seat. Her eyelids droop. She falls asleep before they even drive away.
When Olivia wakes up, she’s no longer in just a diaper. She’s wearing a soft pink onesie. And laying on the floor of a playpen. She sits up and looks around. Kimberly sits on a nearby couch, playing with a toddler girl in a purple onesie. The toddler gets a sudden look of concentration and begins to grunt.
“Ooh, someone’s making a poopoo,” Kimberly says in a singsong voice. Just then, Olivia lets out a loud fart. Kimberly looks over. “You’re up!” Olivia nods. “Do you need to poopy, too?” Olivia’s about to say she doesn’t, when her bowels abruptly empty into her diaper. Her face turns red. “Let me guess. You just did.”
“Yes,” Olivia says quietly.
“Well, you’ll have to wait until Iggy here finishes and I change her. Then I can change you.” Kimberly pokes Iggy’s nose. “The little girl I’m being paid to watch has higher priority than the little girl I’m watching out of the goodness of my heart.” Iggy lets out a loud sigh. “All done?”
“I poopoo!” Iggy says happily. Kimberly chuckles.
“You sure did!” She stands up, Iggy in her arms. “By the way, Olivia, I’d appreciate it if I wouldn’t have to change your diaper more times than necessary.”
“What are you implying?” Olivia asks reluctantly.
“Since you pooped, you should probably pee as well. Just get that done with before I change you. Okay?” After a moment, Olivia nods. “Great!” Kimberly leaves the room. With great trepidation, Olivia gets to her feet and squats. Promptly, her already messy diaper is flooded with urine. Kimberly returns.
“I’m done,” Olivia announces, standing straight, her diaper sagging under her. Kimberly beams.
“Good work!” She sets Iggy in the playpen and picks Olivia up, bringing her into the same room that she took Iggy to for her change. Kimberly sets Olivia down on a changing table, removes her onesie, and opens her diaper. “Ooh, you made a big poopy!”
“Please just change me,” Olivia mumbles. Kimberly giggles.
“Aw, it’s okay, I’m just teasing.”
“I really don’t like-” Olivia is cut off by Kimberly stuffing a pacifier into her mouth. She sucks on it instinctively, her eyes wide.
“Be quiet while I’m changing you,” Kimberly scolds. She begins the process of changing Olivia’s diaper. “By the way, you fell asleep during the car ride. When I got here, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson said that you could stay during my job babysitting Iggy, and they even let you borrow one of Iggy’s onesies that she grew out of! They actually said you could keep it! Isn’t that great?” Olivia nods slightly. “I told them that you were my cousin. Just so you know.” Olivia nods again.
“And…done!” Kimberly tapes on a fresh diaper and redresses Olivia. “All right, let’s go back to the living room!” Kimberly brings Olivia back to the living room and sets her in the playpen with Iggy. Iggy beams at her. Olivia removes her pacifier.
“What are we doing now?” she asks Kimberly. Kimberly grins.