Ivy is in charge of babysitting me, today. My Step-Daddy has given her strict instructions that I am to be diapered at all times. But when she comes into the living room she sees that I am wearing big girl panties. Ivy says that I must be diapered at once, before I have an accident. I whine and cry about it. I insist that I am a big girl and don't need diapers! Ivy reminds me that big girls don't wet the bed -like I've been doing. Finally I give in and let Ivy diaper me. She applies a liberal amount of baby powder making me smell like a baby. Then she tapes me in to the thick diaper. I pout...

Ivy is in charge of babysitting me, today. My Step-Daddy has given her strict instructions that I am to be diapered at all times. But when she comes into the living room she sees that I am wearing big girl panties. Ivy says that I must be diapered at once, before I have an accident. I whine and cry about it. I insist that I am a big girl and don't need diapers! Ivy reminds me that big girls don't wet the bed -like I've been doing. Finally I give in and let Ivy diaper me. She applies a liberal amount of baby powder making me smell like a baby. Then she tapes me in to the thick diaper. I pout and touch my diaper -it's so thick and crinkly. Then suddenly as I'm bent over, I lose control of my bladder and pee in my diaper right in front of Ivy. She scolds me for losing control so quickly. She tells me that THIS is the reason why I must be diapered at all times! I ask her to change me, but she says no. We are out of diapers until my Step-Daddy comes home with more. So I have to sit in my soaking wet diaper all day. I start to cry, begging to be changed. Ivy gets sick of my whining and stuffs a pacifier in my mouth.