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CYOA: The Playdate Before Christmas - Chapter 1 (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-11-26 13:00:02 +0000 UTC"Young lady, I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes, Nanny," Camdyn replied automatically, knowing, by now, that was what was expected of her, no matter how ridiculous she felt, standing there in her bedroom, being dried off after the scrubbing she'd been given by her Nanny, a red party dress, ruffled-bottom tights, and thick, white panties laid out on her aggressively pink canopy bed, waiting for her, a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes resting on the floor beside it. She couldn't blame anyone who had walked into here before she'd been marched down the hall from the bathroom, who had seen all of that without her, for assuming that all of this belonged to a four year old.
They would have been so far off that their mistake could have gone out drinking, legally. She was a full twenty-one years older than that, yet, to her humiliation, it hadn't been long ago that the difference had been even wider, that she'd been getting treated even younger... She was grateful that there was no crib in her room anymore, at least, that the diapers tucked away on the changing table in the corner of the room were now only for when she was being punished, or at night, that the Pull-Ups were just a threat in case of any backsliding on her potty training.
"I'm serious," Nanny informed her, setting the towel aside and picking up the panties, kneeling down, holding them open in front of Cam, who obediently stepped into them, let them be pulled up her legs, snapping over her freshly re-shaven privates. She'd almost forgotten what the kind of underwear real grown-ups wore felt like, the sensation of the skimpy, lacy fabric against her nethers... Now, she was grateful for anything not expressly designed to be disposable, that assumed she was going to be peeing into them... Or worse. "I don't care that I'm going to be off-duty... If I hear one complaint about you, you will regret it."
"I-I know, Nanny," Camdyn squirmed. She had no desire to spend part of the night over Nanny's lap, or in the corner with an enema bag dangling over her... She also had very little confidence either of those would happen in privacy; even if they did, she suspected her night would end with her toddling around the party, in her PJs and diaper, bottom red or full, apologizing to everyone for her behavior before being put to bed early.
Nanny let her hard exterior slip for a moment, a smile cracking her face briefly. "Oh, Camdyn," she said, shaking her head. "I know you will, dear... You're my good girl now, aren't you?"
Cam would have argued that she'd always been a good girl, but that wasn't how her stepmother, Quinn saw it, and, since she was the one who had hired Nanny, that wasn't how she saw it, either. She'd learned long ago not to point that out, however, to meekly reply, "Yes, Nanny," instead.
"This is just all going to be so overwhelming for you, I'm sure," Nanny told her, holding out the thick, itchy tights, Cam reluctantly stepping into them as well.
"Y-Yeah," Camdyn agreed. This was the first party she'd been allowed to go to since her diaper discipline had started, and the first time she was going to be seen by so many people like this, that she was going to be around this many 'adults.' Ever since she'd been told she was going to be attending the party, she'd been bracing herself for all the cheek pinches, all the comments about how much cuter she was this way, how much this suited her...
It sounded exhausting, if she was being honest, but it was part of being allowed to grow up a bit further. If she'd said she didn't want to do it, she had a feeling she would have been put back into Pull-Ups, if not diapers, that her crib would have been brought back in so that Nanny and her parents would know she wasn't getting into trouble while they enjoyed the party.
Nanny pulled the dress over her head, adjusting it carefully. "I'm very proud of you, Camdyn," she said. "This shows a lot of maturity."
"A-And I'm not going to have any accidents, either!" Cam declared, though she felt a little nervous, announcing it so definitively. She did hope that would be the case, anyway... She was certain the panties were white so they would alert Nanny to any tiny dribbling; they were thick enough to handle that, but if she wound up having a full-on accident, in front of the adults...
"That's the spirit," Nanny smiled at her. "You can always come find me if you need any help using the potty, okay? And I expect you to give your little friend a hand with that, too."
"My friend?" Camdyn frowned. She hadn't heard of anyone her age coming, had assumed, like most of the Christmas parties she remembered her father throwing when she was younger, that it was mostly his friends.
"Yes," Nanny replied. "What was her name? Elektra?"
Camdyn froze, the sound of that name sending shivers down her spine. "E-Elektra?" she squeaked. "Sh-She's coming?"
Nanny chuckled. "Of course she is, silly! You didn't forget, did you?"
There was no way she could have... She hadn't heard the girl mentioned in a long time, and had been quite pleased about that. Elektra was, after all, a big part of the reason all of this had happened, that she was being treated like a child at her age.
Elektra had been her bully for years, tormenting her all through high school in any way she could think of, though her favorite method, once she thought of it in their senior year, was to follow her into the bathroom with her group of friends, then have them push past Camdyn and take up all the stalls, while blocking the door so Cam couldn't try to make it to another bathroom before, inevitably, peeing her pants.
Camdyn realized, now, that if she'd let it go the first time it had happened, or even managed, somehow, to laugh it off, Elektra would have let it go, moved on to something else. Instead, she'd gotten upset, deciding that was going too far, and went to the principal. Elektra claimed she and her friends had gotten there first, that Camdyn simply hadn't been able to hold it and had been too embarrassed about having to run to the pretty, young nurse's office in wet pants, feeling the need to have something to blame that on other than herself.
That had, really, been the start of the whole thing. The principal had taken Elektra's side, refusing to discipline her, and calling Camdyn's father to let her know what had happened, prompting him to scold her over the phone for wetting herself at her age, while Elektra watched her squirm and blush. And Elektra had seen how much it bothered her, so, of course, she'd kept doing it.
As the final indignity, after a few times, her father had to come into school himself to talk to her nurse about how they wanted to handle this, and was immediately lovestruck. The two started dating, which made keeping her accidents secret from him all the more difficult, and the threat of Pull-Ups, or even diapers, loomed large over the end of her high school career.
Thankfully, she got better at avoiding Elektra and her friends in the halls, of faking them out and sending them scrambling to the wrong bathroom so they didn't have time to stop her when she headed to a different one, and she managed to graduate, still undiapered. She really thought she was safe, that all of that was over, behind her.
She went off to college, her father married the nurse, Quinn, and she returned to her hometown, her dad helping her pay for a nice apartment while she got her footing at an office job, doing relatively well... Until Elektra showed up there. Camdyn, then, had been willing to let bygones be bygones, to assume that the woman had grown up since high school.
It was an unfortunate coincidence that Elektra's desk was right in the path Camdyn had to take to get to the bathroom, that, unlike at school, there was only one bathroom easily accessible, that Elektra was so much taller than the petite Cam, making it easy for her to catch up with her, get to the bathroom first, lock the door...
It felt like she was back in high school, like nothing had changed; if anything, it was more humiliating now that she was older, supposed to be an adult, whining to their manager about how unfair it was, only to be told, "It's unfair that, at your age, you can't get up to use the bathroom soon enough that you can hold it for a minute or two if someone else is in there, and create a huge mess for our custodians to deal with. If it's really this big of an issue, maybe you should buy some... protective garments."
"No!" Camdyn had protested, stomping her foot, frustrated to see history repeating itself. "No, I'm not gonna wear diapers! I am an adult, and I won't do it! I'm not a baby!"
"Then I suggest you stop peeing your pants like one, or you can find yourself a new job, young lady," her manager had told her.
Cam had hoped that Elektra was mature enough, by now, to see that this wasn't some harmless prank, to stop now that she knew there could be real consequences... But she hadn't, and, rather than give Elektra the satisfaction of showing up to work in diapers, Camdyn had quit, and everything had fallen apart.
Her father had still been paying for part of her apartment, and had not been happy to hear that he'd have to pay for all of it now while she looked for a new job. Unfortunately, the lease agreement was up the next month, and when she still didn't have anything, he told her she could either find a place she could afford on her own, or move back home, and she wound up having to choose the latter.
Quinn had been less than thrilled with that news, and, knowing all the 'accidents' Camdyn had while she was in school, had laid out an ultimatum of her own, insisting that Cam wear diapers while she was staying there, so as not to ruin the furniture. Camdyn had refused, of course, and in response, Quinn had hired Nanny, finding the idea of her husband's adult daughter moving back in far more palatable now that she was being treated like a naughty infant.
And now, Elektra was coming here, to her house, was going to see her all dolled up in her party dress and ruffled tights and Mary Janes. What if she came into her room, saw the pink, sparkly unicorns and kittens decorating the walls, the pink canopy bed? Or, worst of all, the changing table, well-stocked with diapers and Pull-Ups?! She could feel her bladder dribbling anxiously at the thought, a few drops of urine soaking into her panties. Hopefully, Nanny wouldn't be too upset at that, if she made it through the whole party without it getting worse, would wave it off as her being too overwhelmed by everything for a moment or two...
"Did your stepmommy forget to tell you?" Nanny pondered, seeing Cam's reaction.
"Yes!" Camdyn squealed, certain that had happened on purpose. Had Quinn known, all along, that Elektra had been behind her accidents at school?! Had she invited Elektra here just to torment her?!
Nanny frowned. "Uh-oh... Maybe that was supposed to be a surprise. Well, either way, I expect you to play nicely with her in here, all right?"
"Sh-She's coming in here?!" Cam felt like she was about to faint. This couldn't be happening!
"Well, yes," Nanny told her. "It would be difficult for you to have your playdate out with all the adults, wouldn't it? Now, you need to calm yourself down right now, young lady. I know you're excited, but if you keep shouting at me like this, I'm going to get very cross with you."
Would she get cross enough to put a stop to this before it started? It might be worth enduring a spanking, or whatever other punishment Nanny had in mind, if it meant Elektra wasn't going to come anywhere near her room... Or, it could wind up being even worse if Nanny decided to let Elektra come in to say hi to her for a moment, seeing her in the corner, or already tucked into bed, very possibly diapered...
Of course, with it being winter, it wouldn't be crazy if she were to say she was feeling sick. That might be another way to avoid having to see Elektra... So long as Nanny just took her at her word, didn't try to take her temperature or anything.
Or... Maybe she should bite the bullet, accept it. This was the most maturely she'd been allowed to dress in a very long time, and perhaps she ought to be grateful that Quinn hadn't invited Elektra over before now, when she was spending most of her time in diapers and onesies. She was sure she would be in for a lot of teasing, but it would have been far, far worse a couple months ago.
She opened her mouth uncertainly, not even positive herself what she was going to say until she heard the words come spilling out.
What should Camdyn say?
"Sorry, Nanny. You're right, I'm just excited about seeing my friend again."
"No! I don't like her! I don't want her here!"
Or, "Sorry, Nanny, I think I'm just not feeling well. I might be getting sick..."
