To Jess’s horror, Jimmy approaches, grinning evilly.
“Aunt Mary, my mom’s ready to take me home so that I can babysit little Jessie,” he says. Jess swallows nervously.
“Good. This will be excellent babysitting practice for you,” mom says. She hands Jess and the diaper bag over. “Jess, stay on your best behavior. That means no temper tantrums, no fighting, and no arguing with your babysitter. Got it?” Jess nods mutely. “Oh, and just because you’re wearing a diaper, you better not use it. If you do, Jimmy’s going to let me know, and you’ll be in big trouble, missy.”
“Don’t worry, Aunt Mary, if she does have an accident, I know how to change her,” Jimmy says cheerfully.
“That’s good, but with how old she’s supposed to be, if she needs a diaper change, it won’t be an accident,” mom says, glaring at Jess. Jess shrinks back under the force of the look. “Tell your mom I said thank you.”
“Will do,” Jimmy says. He carries Jess outside, where the car belonging to Jess’s aunt is already waiting. The ride to Jimmy’s house is nerve wracking. Not only is Jimmy looking at Jess like a shark looking at a tasty fish, but Jess can feel pressure growing in her bladder and bowels. She crosses her legs.
Jimmy’s mom drops them off with a reminder that she’ll be back at ten. Jimmy leads Jess into the house. Each step she takes loosens her control. She can feel the urge growing stronger. Once inside, Jess removes her pacifier and turns to Jimmy.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asks.
“You’re supposed to talk like a baby,” Jimmy says snidely.
“Where potty?” Jess asks reluctantly. Jimmy grins.
“I’m not telling.”
“But-”
“You’re wearing a diaper. Use it. I can change you. I’m real good at that, I helped with Amy’s diapers.”
“Not supposed to use diapy,” Jess protests. Jimmy’s grin broadens.
“Yeah. I know. You’ll get in trouble.” Jess stares at him, horrified. He’s going to try to force her to wet and mess herself. “It’s not healthy to hold it in for too long. Here, I’ll help you.” Jimmy drops the diaper bag and pushes down on Jess’s shoulders. Her knees bend into a squat. The mere change in posture is enough to break her fragile hold.
Jess sobs as bladder lets loose, closely followed by her bowels.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jimmy taunts. He puts her pacifier back into her mouth. “And now you won’t cry, little baby!” Jimmy pats her on the top of her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”