Mistaken Identity!

“Oh look at how grown up you are, Abby! You’re such a big girl now. How old are you? Five now right?” Margaret smiled as Alexa entered the room.

“Sorry, I’m not Abby,” Alexa blushed, awkwardly. “I’m Alexa. I’m going to be taking care of you.”

“Oh silly, Abby and your games,” Margaret said as she stood up. “Now let’s see. Are you wearing your diapers?”

“E-excuse me?” Alexa said in surprise. “I...I don’t need them during the day!”

Margaret let out a hearty chuckle. “Oh sweetie, you need to wear your diapers even if you only have nighttime accidents. What happens if you fall asleep when watching TV? So, Abby, let’s go get your diapers on.”

Alexa blushed as Margaret grabbed a hold of her and picked her up, carrying her down the hall. “M-margaret? Please. I’m not Abby! I’m Alexa! Please! Listen to me!”

“Now now, naughty girls who protest get spankings. And you don’t want to be a naughty girl, do you Abby? So let’s see here. Which room is yours again? There’s just so many. Ah I think this is it,” Margaret said as she turned into the fourth room on the right revealing a big nursery with all sorts of diapers, a crib, a changing table, and more adult sized baby items. “Yes let’s get you on the changing table and then we can get you all set. Now where are those diapers you were supposed to bring?”

“M-Margaret, please!” Alexa pleaded, embarrassed to be mistaken for a young girl by the person she was supposed to watch over.

“Are you going to behave, Abby? Or am I going to have to get Mr. Paddle out?” Margaret asked.

Alexa whimpered unsure of what to do or say as Margaret took hold of her pants and pulled them down. “Please. I’m not a little girl!”

“Of course you are, look you’re wearing the same pink little undies with the ponies on them that you did last time,” Margaret said. “And last time you were a little girl who wet herself. Which means you’re still the little girl you were. Now the question is do you want your diaper or are you going to have to visit Mr. Paddle and you know what comes after that.”

Alexa whimpered unsure of what to say as Margaret pulled her underwear down. Alexa laid with her naked bare crotch on display, trying to find a solution. “P-please,” Alexa begged.

“Last chance,” Margaret said. “Ask for your diaper or you’re going to visit Mr. Paddle.”