Kylee meets her new babysitter.

Kylee slept deeply after Michael--her newfound Daddy--tucked her into bed. Her dreams, like her dreams over the last few nights, were full of diapers, cribs, pacifiers, and baby bottles. After hours of sleep, Kylee was pulled from her dreams by a beam of light coming in through the guest room window and the sound of the front door to her house closing.

When Kylee opened her eyes, she was initially confused. She was lying in a strange bed in a strange room, but, oddly, it was familiar to her. As Kylee tried to work out where she was she felt an itch on her ass. Kylee reached under the covers to scratch herself, only to be met by the feel of the crinkly plastic cover of the diaper she was wearing.

With that touch, all of the memories from last night flooded back to her. She suddenly noticed the pacifier surrounded by a drool stain lying on the pillow. She recognized the strange but familiar room as her guest room. And, most of all, she remembered agreeing to let Michael, her husband--no, her Daddy--turn her into an adult toddler in order to earn his trust back.

Kylee through her head back on her pillow and covered her eyes on frustration. **What the fuck have I agreed to do?** She asked herself. However, as she questioned her own decision making, she knew she had made the right choice. She had fucked up. She had fucked up in more ways than she could count. Marrying Michael though, that wasn't a fuck up. Anything, including becoming his perfect bouncing baby girl, was worth keeping her marriage intact.

With her wits back about her, Kylee moved on to her next problem. The first thing that Kylee did every morning, like most people, was shuffle off to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and bowels. Her body was trained. It was time for her to go potty.

Despite her new rules and despite the recent memories of using a diaper to go both number one and number two, the idea of actually using her diaper still disgusted Kylee. Kylee also became concerned suddenly remembering that she had been woken up by the front door to the house closing. Per her new rules, she wasn't allowed to change her own diaper. A sinking feeling hit Kylee's stomach. If Michael had left the house and she followed his rules, she could be stuck in a poopy diaper for hours.

Kylee didn't want to break her Daddy's new rules so quickly, but sitting around her house wearing her own filth all day seemed disgusting. So, cautiously, Kylee formulated a plan.

As quietly as she could, Kylee climbed out of bed and tip-toed to the closed guest room door. Before turning the handle, she placed her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything. If Michael was still home and he just shut the door because he was taking out the trash, Kylee could just use her diaper right there, waddle up to him and ask for a change. However, if he was gone, no one would no better if she snuck into the bathroom, slide her diaper off and pooped in the toilet. She could even wet her diaper a little before Michael got back home to ward off any suspicion.

Kylee listened carefully at the door for a while, trying to hear any sound. She didn't hear anything. She then waddled over to the guest room window and looked in the driveway. Michael's car was gone.

**Perfect!** Kylee thought to herself. **I can delay the humiliation of having my husband wipe my poopy ass for at least a little longer.**

More confident now that she had confirmed that Michael was no longer home, Kylee walked back to the guest room door, opened it, and made a beeline for the guest bathroom that was just two doors down the hallway.

Kylee quickly got to the bathroom door and started to turn the handle. However, just as she was about to pull the door open, she was stopped in her tracks by the sound of a familiar, female voice.

"Ah, ah, ah, Ky-ky! Your Daddy told me what's behind that door. You know that the bathroom is off limits, you naughty little girl!"

Kylee jumped. She felt a now all to familiar warming around her crotch accompanied by a tell-tale hissing noise. As Kylee wet her diaper in fear she turned around to see the most beautiful woman she had ever laid her eyes on, wearing her familiar, form fitting athletic clothes, staring at her from the end of the hallway with a menacing smirk on her face.