Chapter 1:
Hi I’m Gene, a second year university student in Small Town Nova Scotia. Today’s a bit of a weird day for me; ya see, I’m usually babysat by my grandmother, but recently my mom had a bit of a falling out with her. Everything’s been normal if not a little bit sad now that grandma’s not around, but that normalcy is about to change. My mom’s gonna be gone most of the day starting at noon and she won’t be back until after my bedtime. So a new babysitter will be coming over, someone I’ve never had before. From what I’ve heard my Mom caught wind of the new babysitter through a friend in the neighborhood so I’m glad it’ll probably be someone I know. maybe that nice old lady across the street who always brings us raspberries or the funny couple up the street who do holistic medicine. lots of good grown ups in this neighbourhood so I’m not too worried.
I leaned back in my desk chair typing the last word of my 15,000 word engineering essay when I heard the door open. “dang 12 noon already” I mumbled. I came out of my room to see who it was and my heart sank and fluttered at the same time. It was Sasha Fuerza, the most beautiful girl in our neighbourhood. Sasha and I had grown up together always running in the same friend groups we even kissed once during a game of truth or dare.
“Hey Genie! she smiled and waved and came and hugged me. The hug felt nice as her head pressed into my chest and my forearms felt the straps of her bra. It was mostly nice to feel the warmth of another person. I’ve been very lonely since most of my friends moved across the country for better opportunities.
“Hey Sash, long time no see, how have you been?” I asked, quaking in my voice.
“Very good, I’m studying philosophy at the university and babysitting lotsa kids on the side to make extra money. Just last week I took your brother’s kids to a water park on his dime, very fun.” she smiled and her speech flowed so naturally. it was like we had spent no time apart. She turned to my mom “alright miss Littlewood I guess I should know the ground rules for taking care of this little guy.” she reached up and patted my head.
my mom began “alright, he’s allowed to walk around the neighborhood unattended but further than that you have to come with him, he’s a danger in the kitchen so you’ll have to cook his meals, his bedtime is 9:30 sharp, he has to be in bed teeth brushed by that time. Last thing most important” I braced for impact “little Genie still wets the bed so you’ll have to put him in his diaper before tucking him in. His training pants stay mostly dry in the day that’s why they’re fabric but he needs real absorbancy at night. Still, checking him in the day isn’t a bad idea.
“Alright, tight, I got this.” she said, visibly surprised by all the rules.
“Now I’m gonna shove off. you two have fun.” with that my mom was gone and the prettiest girl in the neighborhood was now officially in charge of me.
Sasha turned to me with an expectant look on her face “so, that’s a lot of rules. Are those always what you go by or is this some kind of punishment?”
I winced, embarrassed. “No, this is just normal for me.”
“huh.” she thought for a moment. “I had always heard rumours about you being in a position like this, but I figured now that we’re both 19 you would’ve moved up in the world.”
“It’s not always this awkward. My grandmother usually babysits me and I love her to death. She’s a great cook and genuinely kind so I just never felt the need to move up in the world.”
“oh, ok.” she thought for a moment again. “What if I helped you learn some things!” she smiled “I could teach you how to cook, let you have some more independence.” she gasped “have you ever been on a date?”
my face sank and I couldn’t make eye contact “N-no I haven’t.”
“That’s perfect!” she grabbed my arm and I looked down at her. “I could help you set up a bumble and I could chaperone some dates for you!”
“wow, you would do that for me?” I smiled. “My mom and grandma never let me date, or drink even though I’m legal age.”
“I don’t know about drinking and I’ll put a stop to anything sexual happening, but I don’t see anything wrong with a bit of love in your life and maybe a kiss!”
I became sad and I looked away. It hurt that she, like all the others, thought I wasn’t ready for those things.
“Well I guess that’s a good idea for as things go on. For now I’m just here for tonight and if your mom likes me I’ll come back to be a regular sitter.” She walked up close to me and smiled. “Gimme your phone! I’ll create you a profile specifically designed to get girls actually interested!”
I handed her my phone and we got to work. She took photos of me in all different angles and outfits. She even put herself in a few of them to make it seem like I have female friends. We workshopped a comedic yet charming bio with a list of my brightest green flags in the Q&A section. Before I knew it we were sitting on the couch having a blast of a time like the good ol’ days. We laughed, we gossiped, I even flirted with some internet girls with her help. It all seemed perfect until I stood up to get my third can of Pepsi.
“Hey kiddo.” she said and I blushed. “what’s that on your butt?”
I felt the seat of my charcoal grey dress pants and got nauseous. “oh no.” I thought. “I’ve been having so much fun I didn’t even notice I had to pee.”
“Did you have an accident?” Sasha asked.
“I’m sorry.” I tried not to cry, but it was clear on my face that I wanted to.
“hey hey, it’s ok.” She hugged me, then undid my belt and pulled down my pants. She squeezed my crotch and my bumm, turning me around. “It soaked right through your trainers. Let’s go get you cleaned up and in some dry training pants and I’ll sort out the couch. I looked over and saw a dark wet patch on the light grey couch and choked for just a moment, totally ashamed. she grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into my bedroom leaving my wet pants in the living room.
She pulled down my training pants and put them in the laundry basket. I tried to cover my private parts as she asked “Where does your mother keep your other training pants and wipes?”
“My trainers are in the drawer just below the cupboard of my dresser. The wipes should be just to the right.”
She pushed me down on the bed and lifted my legs, wiping my butt thoroughly. “move your hands.” she said. “I need to wipe you there too.” she wiped my genitals and barely flinched, but I could barely contain myself. Sasha, this beautiful woman was handling my special area, the warmth and softness of her hand felt like the grace of a thousand angels. When she was done wiping she grabbed a new pair of training pants from the drawer, these ones had baseball bats, mits and balls. she put them on my legs and pulled them up, she told me to lift my bum and I did. Now I was back safe and sound in my trainers. She helped me up and spoke again. “We’ll leave you in just your trainers until bedtime so I can see if you have another accident before it leaks.”
“ok.” I said, ashamed.
“yes ma’am, you say yes ma’am.” she stated firmly.
“Yes ma’am.” I submitted.
“Now thank me for changing you.”
“Th-” it was so hard to get out. “Thank you for changing me.”
“Good boy.” she patted my head then swatted my padded bumm. Now you go watch tv I’m gonna clean the couch and make us supper.
“Yes ma’am!” I hustled out. “Thank you!”
Sasha grabbed one of my bed pads from the hallway closet and put it on the recliner chair. She told me that’s where I could sit. I turned on South park at first and then she asked if my mom says I’m allowed to watch that. I wasn’t allowed to watch it when I was younger but as time went on I started watching it and my mom never said anything. “Yeah I’m allowed.” I said, unconvincingly.
“ok…” she said as she pulled out her phone. A few minutes later a ding went off and she spoke. “ok so you lied to me.”
“what? no I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “I watch this all the time!”
“Well your mom just texted and said you’re not supposed to.” she grabbed the remote from my hand. “First I now have control over the remote all night, second you’re gonna stand in the corner for a 15 minute time out for lying, lastly you’re gonna apologize and I want a real apology after you’ve had time to think about what you’ve done.”
“yes ma’am.” I stood up and hung my head in shame, before walking over to the corner to be on time out. At first I started sulking “this is bullshit.” I thought. “I’m 19, my grandma never puts me on time out, even if I did deserve a time out which I don’t. I am allowed to watch South park. it’s not my fault my mom said something different.” time went by and my thoughts shifted. “man, this supper smells really good, she’s so nice for cooking it for me. it sucks that she thinks I lied to her.” more time passed “I guess it was kind of a lie, no one ever told me I was allowed to watch South park and nobody had ever caught me doing it. I’m such a piece of shit for lying to my friend. this is why she’s a grown up and I’m still being treated like a kid.”
“alright kiddo.” Sasha called out. “timeouts over, let’s hear that apology and see if you need to go back in.”
I couldn’t look her in the eye but I spoke with certainty. “I’m sorry I broke your trust by lying to you. It was very immature of me and I know now that I’m nowhere near mature enough to watch South park. I wanna thank you for taking care of me tonight and showing me the level I’m at and what I need to work on.”
“Wow, very good.” she said as she walked up and hugged me. “It’s ok, I know how it must feel being trapped with little kid rules at our age. Unfortunately this means I won’t be able to trust your word in the future. Remember that the next time you wanna lie to seem bigger.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Now sit down, suppers ready.”
I sat down and looked at the table, it was tacos. They looked good and they were already made. it wasn’t like the white people tacos I was used to. They were sweet with a great many complex spices and flavours. “Wow, these are amazing.” I exclaimed with my mouth full.
she laughed “thank you, my mom taught me how to make them. Your mom didn’t have everything but I substituted for similar stuff. Believe it or not they’re usually better.” she smiled and took another bite.
“I can’t imagine anything tasting better than this.”
The night went on and we made our way back over to the couch. We talked and laughed and I grew comfortable with her again. Eventually the clock reached 9:00 and Sasha pouted “aww sorry kiddo, it’s about time you started getting ready for bed. I’ve been having such a good time hanging with you, but the night’s over.” I stood up and walked to the bathroom and she followed. “Do you wanna try using the toilet before I put you in your diaper for the night?”
“umm yeah I normally do, but I gotta brush my teeth first.”
“Good call, big boy!” she ruffled my hair and I started brushing.
After that I pulled down my trainers, sat on the toilet and peed, then I went to bed. it was only 9:05 so I asked her “it’s 25 minutes till my bedtime, can I have some time to play on my phone before bed?”
“I think you’re forgetting something. we gotta get you in your diaper.”
“Sasha can I please just wear my trainers tonight? I promise I’ll keep them dry.”
“We both know you can’t promise that, lay down.”and lay down I did. She pulled off my training pants and asked “where does your mom keep your diapers?”
“bottom drawer in my dresser.” I said, embarrassed by her cavelear nature about the garment.
She grabbed a diaper and unfolded it. “lift your bumm.” she said and I did. she slid it underneath me and then taped it on nice and even. “good boy.” she said, ruffling my hair again. “Now let’s get you outta that t-shirt and into bed.” She grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my head. I crawled up into bed and she pulled the covers over me. She kissed me on the forehead and said, “goodnight Genie. Maybe we can hang out some time as friends when I’m not babysitting you.”
She walked out and turned the lights off and I called out “WAIT!”
“What is it?”
“Turn on my night light, I’m scared of the dark.” I pointed to the fake rotating plastic fish tank on my dresser.
“ok, kiddo.” She walked over and turned it on before leaving and closing the door.