Emily gets Kylee ready and takes her on a trip.

Kylee blushed as she stood standing in the room that was, just last night, her bedroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw. Staring back at her was not the demur, mature adult she knew she was. Instead, the version of her in the mirror looked just like a middle schooler ready to head off to her first day of 7th grade.

The first change was her hair. After dressing Kylee, Emily has insisted that Kylee let Emily do her hair for the day. Given Kylee's lack of room to negotiate, she had quickly given in. Emily, in her drive to make Kylee look as infantile as possible, had done a good job. Instead of the carefully manicured flowing curls or any simple hair do where her hair was tied back, Kylee found her medium length brunette hair has been styled into two high ponytails, held in place with cute red bows on the top of her head. The ponytails really helped draw attention to the large bangs that now covered her forehead. The hairstyle would have fit perfectly on a toddler, just as Emily wanted, Kyler thought to herself.

The next change that Kylee noticed was her make-up, or, more accurately her lack of it. Kylee didn't like to think of herself as a high maintenance girl, but, she wouldn't be caught dead leaving the house without a little foundation, some lipstick, and at least a little mascara. Instead of doing Kylee's make up, Emily scrubbed Kylee's face completely free of any foreign substance.

"Babies don't need make-up, silly girl!" Emily had said to Kylee as she scrubbed the diapered woman's face clean with a wet washcloth until Kylee's skin was pink.

Now, instead of her tan-looking skin, luscious looking lips, and full, dark eyelashes, Kylee was staring at a pale face with small, light pink lips and no highlights to her eyes. Without her makeup, Kylee felt naked.

The next change to Kylee's normal appearance were her clothes. Instead of her normal, stylish, age appropriate clothes, somehow Emily had found the most immature outfit in her closet to dress Kylee in.

Kylee has grown up going to an all-girl Catholic school. Her parents didn't trust the public school system and wanted to keep her away from the distractions of sex and boys while she was in school. As part of attending that school, she was required to wear a uniform. It includes a button down white shirt with short, puffy sleeves, a green, plaid skirt, knee high white stockings, and black, patent leather shoes.

When Kylee graduated, left home, and went to a public college, she hung onto one of the uniforms. Part of the reason was nostalgia. The other part was that she new with a few modifications, it would make a great 'sexy schoolgirl' costume in a pinch. And, Kylee has been right about that.

Kylee thought back to the night she had first met Michael. She was at one of her friends Halloween parties and had decided to dress up as a sexy schoolgirl. She'd put on the knee high stockings with some 'fuck-me' heals. She'd rolled the skirt up so that, instead of knee length, it barely covered her lingerie-covered ass. She'd taken the shirt, unbuttoned the top to show off her cleavage, and tied the bottom in a knot, transforming the frumpy shirt into something much more revealing.

Kylee could still remember the hunger in Michael's eyes as he watched her walk into the room for the first time. He had immediately approached her, mockingly asking her if it was too late for such a young lady to be out. That night had ended with him taking he back to his place and having some of the best sex of her life.

Emily had not been kind enough to make the same sexy modifications Kylee had made to the outfit years ago now. Kylee's shirt was buttoned all of the way to the top and tucked into her skirt. The skirt dangled at it's intended height, just below her knees. Her stockings were pulled up appropriately and, somehow, Emily has found the black patent leather shoes Kylee had sworn she threw out ages ago to complete the ensemble. Kylee shuddered as she looked at herself. Instead of the sex goddess she felt like when she normally wore this outfit for Michael now, she felt, and looked like, an overgrown middle schooler being taken to school by her mom. At least the skirt did a good job of covering her sagging diaper, Kylee observed.

As Kylee frowned at herself in the mirror, Emily's face had contorted into the same expression behind her. Emily fussed with Kyle's skirt as she voiced her disapproval.

"Hm... These clothes are much too mature for a little girl like you! I wish we had something more age appropriate, but this is all I could find. I'll need to text your Daddy and make sure he is getting you a new wardrobe too," Emily said.

**Too mature?** Kylee thought to herself, **This is too mature? What the fuck have I gotten myself into?**

Kylee's thoughts were interrupted as Emily patted her diapered butt, squishing the mess dangling from her backside around again. Kylee grimaced.

**Oh, yeah, this is what I got myself into,** Kylee thought again, shifting from foot to foot to try and unstick the padding of her shitty diaper from her ass.

"This will just have to do! Alright, baby, let's get you loaded up on the car," Emily said, grabbing Kylee by the hand and leading her to her van like a small child. Kylee waddled next to Emily, keeping her eyes down and hoping that none of her neighbors saw her dressed in such a juvenile outfit.

Kylee looked up when she heard Emily slide open the door of the van. Kylee watched as Emily set the pink diaper bag on the floor of the van and motioned for Kylee to climb back into the giant rear facing car seat she has ridden in yesterday.

"Um, Mith Emmy, do I hafta wide in da car seat? Imma big girl! I can fit in da big girl seat!" Kylee begged, amplifying her childish lisp in a hope it would help convince the beautiful woman to take pity on her. It didn't.

"Ky-ky, you are NOT a big girl, even if you are in those silly big girl clothes! What are you wearing under your skirt young lady?" Emily asked, raising her voice loud enough that Kylee was becoming concerned that the neighbors would overhear their conversation.

"A diaper," Kylee whispered out meekly.

"That's right, a diaper. And is it just any diaper, or there something *special* about it right now?" Emily continued.

"It's, uh, a, uh, poopy diaper," Kylee said, even quieter.

Loudly, Emily declared, "That's right! A poopy diaper, and what type of people wear poopy diapers, Baby Ky-Ky?"

Kylee grimaced at the volume of Emily's voice before answering.

"Babies do," Kylee finally conceded.

"That's right. And, since you are wearing a *poopy* diaper, you must be a baby. Now climb up into that car seat before I have to punish you right here, you naughty little pampers packer," Emily said sternly.

Kylee, knowing she had lost, climbed into the car seat, once again frustrated by how the small size made her legs bend out at an awkward angle. Kylee blushed further and Emily reached her hands between Kylee's legs, pushed Kylee's skirt up, exposing her brown-tinged diaper, and buckled her in securely. Emily followed it up by popping a pacifier into Kylee's mouth.

"Now, that stays in. I need a little quiet time from you on this drive," Emily ordered Kylee.

Kylee blushed, but started suckling obediently as Emily slide the side door of the van shut, climbed in the front seat, and began driving to the gym.

It only took a couple of minutes until the silence, only punctuated by the sound of the van's engine and Kylee's suckling, was broken.

"Peee yew! You are ripe, little miss!" Emily exclaimed, "I know it's cold out, but we're going to need to roll down a window."

Kylee shuffled uncomfortably in her car seat as Emily drew attention yet again to messy state of her diaper. The van grew colder as Emily rolled down the two front windows.

Soon, Emily and Kylee made it to the gym.

"We're here!" Emily declared, "I know Julie is going to be so excited to see you, baby girl!" Emily laughed darkly as she made the statement. "Are you excited to see your Nanny, Baby Ky-Ky?"

Kylee frowned behind her pacifier as Emily teased her, but responded with fake cheer to satiate the other woman.

"Yeth, Mith Emmy, me vewy 'cited to see my Nanny!"

Emily got out of the van, quickly unstrapped Kylee from the car seat, grabbed Kylee's diaper bag and began leading Kylee into the gym, towards Julie's dreaded daycare.

As Kylee waddled next to Emily, feeling her full diaper sag underneath her childish schoolgirl uniform, Kylee felt butterflies flutter wildly in her stomach. She had no clue what was going to happen next.