Babysitters

Gail got up. "While you explain why your former clothes don't match your current body, Ethel and I have some errands to run. We have to pick up some more things for your new life." She walked over to April. "April, dear, you are in charge. Timmy," said Gail looking at her step-son, "you are to help April, and Kelly." She walked over to Kelly and cupped her red-faced and defeated step-daughter's chin in her hand, "you be a good little girl now and obey your siblings. If you're naughty, Ethel will have to deal with you. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kelly said meekly.

"Very good," said Gail. "We'll be home in about ninety minutes or so." She and Ethel left.

"Sit down, Kelly," said April with an evil smirk.

Kelly took a seat at the head of the dining room table.

"I'm sorry," said April, "I gave you a command, where's my 'yes, ma'am'?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Kelly through gritted teeth.

April got up and walked over to Timmy. She whispered something into his ear. Kelly watched as Timmy gave her a look more evil than the one April had given her. He got up and left.

April walked over and started patting Kelly's head. "So those nice firm round titties of yours were all just a lie, and you had the nerve to tell me I wish was as sexy as you."

Kelly's head dropped. "I'm sorry," she said in a barely audible whisper.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry....ma'am."

"That's better," said April, patting Kelly on the head again.

"Now, what can we do for fun until mommy and Ms Ethel get back?" April tapped her chin. She looked behind Kelly.

Before Kelly knew it, Timmy had come up from behind her and wrapped a nylon rope around her. He tied her torso to the chair. "What's going on?!" she yelled.

"Just making sure you are going to cooperate," said April.

Kelly grabbed at the rope, but Timmy had already tied it. April grabbed Kelly's right wrist, and held it to the chair arm, and Timmy tied it down. They then tired Kelly's left wrist to the other chair arm.

"Let me up!"

"No, this is more fun!" said Timmy.

"It certainly is...for us anyway," chimed in April. "Now, what shall we play? Makeover? Beauty parlor? Guess what we're feeding you? Tickle ****?"

"Please, just let me go!" pleaded Kelly.

"Nah, I think we'll keep you like that for a while," said Timmy.

"I know what we'll play!" said April.