"Her name is Rebecca Crow. I have no idea if that's an actual family name, or just what she calls herself."
"Rebecce Crow? Who calls themself that?"
Rita shrugs as she holds the phone, "She's got something of a dark aesthetic? What's the word..."
Leah's interest spiked.
"What, like a gothy teen?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"A gothy teen is who you want to babysit me?"
"I don't think she does babysitting. I figured you probably don't want anyone who'd actually treat you like a toddler, with responsibility and all that."
Leah scrunched her brows; it's true, she doesn't, but the way Rita worded it made it sound like she wanted an UNresponsible person to watch over her.
"So you're just calling some random teen to watch over me, but not actually try and take care of me like I'm 2?"
"Not just random, someone who also knows how to change diapers. But for the most part, yes."
Leah nodded her head, a little impressed and grateful for the strange leaps in logic to give her some sense of freedom.
"So she knows how to change diapers, but isn't responsible? How's that work out?"
"I don't think there's anyone with nearly her experience with changing diapers, given she's been changing her own for most of her life."
Leah raised an eyebrow, intrigue spiking again.
"What, did she just never get out of diapers or something?"
"Or something. She has a nasty case of Crohns and IBS, so despite trying, she never could get out of diapers. Her stomach is apparently just a constant mess."
Leah blinked rapidly, feeling her own bowel movement sputter painfully. She could barely hold back after eating all those prunes, but that was temporary. If she had that happen all the time...Leah suddenly didn't feel so bad about her situation.
"So an irresponsible gothy teen who almost constantly needs to shit herself...where the hell did you find this person?"
"I have an interesting neighborhood." Rita said before the phone picked up. The next few minutes Rita talked over details while Leah focused on pooping. She suddenly felt less embarrassed filling her pants, knowing she honestly didn't have it that bad.
She felt she emptied herself by the time Rita finished.
"Alright, she's on board. Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't do anything too bad."
Leah gave a confused smile.
"You're asking me to watch over the babysitter?"
Rita nodded without a hint of irony, "She seems like a good kid, but also like someone to take advantage of an empty house. Just make sure she doesn't burn it down."
Leah shrugged, feeling a little refreshed at the prospect of being the watcher instead of the watched.
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The next morning, Leah felt a strange level of excitement at meeting her 'babysitter'. She was upset at Rita for seemingly denying her a choice due to her accident, but now feels a weird level of responsibility being put on her. That, and meeting another diapered teen has definitely peaked her interest.
Rita was getting ready and Leah was finishing breakfast when the doorbell rang. Leah was too curious and went with Rita to open the door. Looking out, Leah sees her, and she's...