You were down, but you weren't out. Gathering what little dignity you had, you went to your dresser, and got dressed. You put on a cute little pair on lime-green panties, a grey pair of shorts, a pair of white socks, and your lucky blue shirt with a big picture of a Rottweiler puppy on it. You needed luck on your side if you were going to take vengeance on the babysitters.
You sat down on your bed, glancing around your room. You didn't have a lot of materials here, just a bunch of toys, clothes, your school supplies, and your secret stash of candy you kept in a fake book on your shelf so you could hide it from Krista. That dumb baby was always snooping around trying to eat your candy.
"Hm, not a lot to work with here." You said to yourself.
Your mind seethed with anger. Those babysitters were so unfair! Krista started the fight, after all. You were just fighting back. Your rage was mostly impotent, though. They were bigger than you, stronger than you, and probably smarter than you too. You wished you could hit them in the head with mom and dad's golf clubs. You wished you could set their things on fire, or make them eat something disgusting, or take their clothes and spank them the way they did to you. But you couldn't, not yet, anyway. You were just an angry little ten-year-old girl sent to her room for a time out. You clenched your little fist.
"You win this round, babysitters!" You growled.
You spent a long time stabbing pieces of notebook paper with a pencil to pass the time. You were too angry to play normally with your toys. You got a lot of the aggression out of your system this way. That was good. Letting your emotions cool and your mind clear made plotting vengeance more effective. Eventually, Emily came in as you were cleaning up all your ripped notebook paper.
"Hannah, if you're ready to behave yourself, dinner's ready." Emily said.
"What are we having?" You asked.
"Macaroni and cheese, with a salad. It's real cheese too, like I melted a brick of Gouda for it, not the cheese powder from a box. It's really good stuff." Emily said, smiling. Emily prided herself in her culinary skills.
"Well, okay." You said.
You and Emily went down to the dining room. Connor was already eating. Krista was there too. She did not look very happy at all. Krista was wearing nothing but her diaper and a small powder-blue bib to keep from spilling food on her. Krista was known for being a bit of a messy eater. She glared at you. She didn't say anything, but you knew that she was thinking,
"This is al your fault, Hannah! I'm wearing a dumb diaper because of you! Argh!"
You stifled a giggle seeing Krista like this.
Quietly, you sat down for some salad with your macaroni and cheese. It really did taste good, probably the best macaroni and cheese you'd ever had... but that didn't change anything. You still secretly hated the babysitters and still plotted their downfall!
The day went on pretty boring. You were still being punished for fighting, so you couldn't watch any TV or play any videogames for the rest of the day. Krista got sent to bed early after dinner, and they were going to do the same to you soon. Krista had wet herself again and was getting crankier by the minute. Emily had changed her, and you could hear Krista quietly sobbing that she was being diapered both in daytime and before she went to bed.
"I'm not a baby... I'm a big girl..." She said, through her tears.
Emily tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Krista was going to cry herself to sleep that night.
You were sure to drink a lot of water before they came in to send you to bed. Connor came in to check on you. He was a bit of a lazy sack of bones, so he wouldn't be as thorough as Emily would.
"Hey, Hannah. It's almost time for bed." He said.
"Yeah, I know." You said, disappointedly, like you wanted to stay up and play.
"You brush your teeth?" Connor asked.
"Yeah." You said.
"You got any PJ's to change into?" Connor asked.
You nervously laughed. You typically wore only your panties to bed, just like how Krista typically slept in nothing but her diaper. Krista did it so it was easier for mom and dad to change her, but you just liked the feeling of your bedsheets on your bare skin. Also, it let you feel smug that you got to show off your big-girl panties to Krista, while she was stuck in a diaper.
"I don't really do the whole pajamas thing." You said.
Connor shrugged his shoulder.
"Cool. Whatever. All right, goodnight then. Sweet dreams." Connor said, leaving your room.
You stripped off your shirt and your pants, leaving yourself in nothing but your cute green panties. You got under your covers like you were going to sleep for the night. You went to sleep for a little while, but at 1:00 in the morning, you woke up with a pretty bad urge to pee, just as you planned. You silently laughed to yourself as you made your way to the toilet. This was something Krista had never mastered, waking up and peeing in the middle of the night. It always made you feel a little smug knowing you could od this and she couldn't.
After relieving your bladder, you checked around to see if the babysitters were still up. Connor was sleeping on the couch snoring very loudly. Emily was in the guest room by herself. Her lights were out, so she was probably asleep too.
"Time for phase one!" You whispered to yourself.
What is phase one?
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