IT’S ALL RELATIVE

IT’S ALL RELATIVE
By Adobeman10




Rachel sat expectant of her nieces arrival. It had been almost seven years since she had seen her last. A lot of things can happen from ages eleven to eighteen. Her Older sister had had Cynthia when Rachel was only nine years old and as such Rachel spent the formidable part of her teen years babysitting her little niece. Not that Rachel really minded however, it was a way to bring in the money, but also Cynthia followed her around like a puppy dog giving Rachel an almost slave.

She put on her best dress to make a great first impression. As she paced her living room, she admired herself in the mirror. She was a petite woman barely cracking the five foot mark, but she had very cute features. At the age of 27, she barely looked even close to that age and many thought that she was a short teenager. Though it bugged Rachel now, she knew in a few years, looking younger would be an added benefit. She wore the standard push up bra to push up what really wasn’t there and the padded Victoria's Secret underwear gave her a little extra curve to what really was an almost flat butt.

She was beautiful, but really didn’t have the curves to match. Her long blond hair and supple toned body though still left an impression with the men. She also had money, an almost great deal of it. She had been very spoiled and precocious as a child and her father when he passed had made it a point to leave his money to her. A matter that had been a very sore subject with her sister. A few good stock transactions later and she had increased it ten-fold. Leaving her in the enviable position of never having to work again.


The money had been a point of sore contention with her sister, and in recent years Rachel had made the genuine effort to reconcile with her. The hand was extended to host her daughter Cynthia as she looked for prosepective colleges in the area. Her sister was reluctant at first but eventually agreed.
Rachel now was quite enthused to see her little niece after all these years. She nearly leaped out of her seat when the doorbell rang.

She went to answer it and was dumbstruck by the sight of her ‘little’ niece Cynthia.
Before her stood a woman about 5’9 in height with long brunette hair. Her breasts were jutting out from her toned and trim body. Her long legs accented by the dark hued tan and the short frilly skirt she wore. Her stomach glistened from a well prepared and conditioned training. She looked every bit the super model.

Rachel stood there almost not knowing what to say. Cynthia squirmed a bit as she looked down at her diminutive aunt. Just a few years ago it had been Cynthia looking up at Rachel. Since then, Rachel stopped growing while Cynthia kept going.

“Oh, I’m sorry come in come in.” Rachel stammered.

Cynthia smiled and pulled her suitcase in the house. “Hello Aunt Rachel, its been a while.”

“Yes, it has.” Rachel stammered still looking over her nieces voluptuous body. She quickly shook it off, trying not to stare. “So you’re looking for colleges in the area?”

“Yes, still really haven’t decided what my major is going to be. Still trying to figure out how well I would be accustomed to the West Coast.”

“Well I have grown to love it. Let me tell you while I show you around.”

Rachel took her niece by the hand and showed her around the large mansion of the estate. They talked about school, boys, her mom, where she was going and what she was going to do. Rachel felt a bit more at ease, though the sight of the two of them hand in hand would have given a few people thoughts of them being a mother daughter rather than a niece-aunt.

Rachel felt good about her niece joining her. She could use the company and she never really had any girl pals around. She lived quite a closed off life with her chat rooms and emails being her only real source of connection to the outside world. She had a money manager/attorney that she never met and had only spoken to online before. Other than that, she was by herself.

Cynthia on the other hand, kept Rachel amazed with her stories of her wild and cavorting lifestyle. She was much older and wiser beyond her years.
Rachel smiled as she knew the two of them would get along great.

Within a week, Cynthia had become quite at home in the house. Her room was large and their was great communication with Rachel. Rachel became a bit surprised how close the two of them had gotten.

“You’ve got to do it!” Cynthia piped up

“No, I’m not doing it.” Rachel protested.

“Trust me, you would look so cute. Your face is quite beautiful, but the long blond thing is overdone a bit. You would definitely do with a short brunette coif.” Cynthia stated, “I can do it. I used to intern in high school at my mom’s beauty salon. I would make it so good.”

“Well…” Rachel couldn’t believe that she was even considering letting her niece cut her hair. But she had become quite taken with the young girl and wanted her to be her friend.

“Pleeeeeaaaasssee” Cynthia begged.

“Oh okay! Let’s do it!” Rachel said immediately growing excited about the prospect of a new makeover.”

Cynthia took Rachel over and placed her in the large bar stool standing over her. Rachel winced as she saw the long strands of hair fall off of her hair into pools around her chair. She had never had so much taken off before and the sight of years of her hair falling off of her head was a bit much for her. She almost began to cry.
Cynthia seeing her aunt in such a way stopped. “Are you okay?”

“No no, I’m fine. Just never had so much taken off of before.”

“Trust me, you won’t be sorry. This will look hot when I am done.”

Cynthia finished with the scissors, leaving a giant pool of blonde hair on the floor. She then pulled a bottle out of her makeup case and began to apply it judiciously to Rachel's hair. She almost pulled just a bit too much for Rachel’s comfort.

“Hey a little rough there.” Rachel piped in.

“Sorry, just making sure I can get the roots.”

Cynthia eased up a bit, but made sure that she got all of Rachel’s hair.
 When she finished she applied the towel around her head.

“Now let it set for at least an hour before washing it.” Cynthia reminded her. “Now do me.” She said as she handed Rachel a bottle of hair dye.

“Are you sure?” Rachel said.

“Yeah I don’t want to cut it just yet, but I want to try blonde for a bit.”

“Okay.” Rachel then put Cynthia in the chair making sure that she grabbed a stool so she could stand and reach the top of Cynthia’s head. She massaged the dye in being careful that she got all of Cynthia’s long hair. She knew she wasn’t as good a hair care expert as Cynthia was, but she was determined to show her niece that she wasn’t that bad either. Within an hour they were both done.

“Okay, I’ll meet you back here for the finished result as soon as I take a shower.” Rachel said to an almost sleepy Cynthia.

Rachel went back to her shower and turned it on. She was curious what it looked like, but did not want to catch a glimpse until she had washed herself up first. She quickly disrobed and stepped into the large cavernous shower. She felt the warm refreshing tingle of the water as it splashed off of her. She did like stroking her hands through her short hair, it seemed a lot easier to wash than her long hair.
She nearly jumped when she saw Cynthia walking into the bathroom.

“Cynthia!” Rachel yelled almost trying to cover herself.

“Calm down Aunt Rachel, it’s just us girls here. Nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Cynthia said as she disrobed. “Besides it seems a shame to waste all of the Hot Water.”
Rachel’s mouth nearly dropped as she saw Cynthia standing there naked entering her shower. Her body was truly magnificent. Her breasts hung like perfectly sphered globes. Her butt was tight yet extremely curvaceous. Her body was a runway model waiting to happen. She was a woman of great beauty. This however, made Rachel feel extremely inadequate.

She looked up at her younger niece as she entered the shower. Her niece nearly standing a foot taller than her. She tried not to stare, but was transfixed at her absolutely perfect breasts. She looked down at her own meager little chest. Her nipples were tiny and pointy like eraser heads. Her areolas were quite small and pink to boot. Her chest was the epitome of the definition flat. Looking at Cynthia’s magnificent chest, she now felt very small indeed.

“You can touch them if you want.” Cynthia chimed in.

Rachel’s face grew flush red as she knew Cynthia saw her staring. “I’m sorry.” Rachel muttered as she turned away.

“Hey, no need to be sorry. My mom is jealous of me too.” Cynthia smiled.

Rachel grew even more embarrassed. “I’m not jealous, I’m…”

“It’s okay, here touch them.” She reached out and grabbed Rachel’s hand forcing it to her chest. “See, no big deal.”

Rachel’s hand stood there frozen for a moment clutching Cynthia’s Melon shaped boob in her hand. Between her fingers, her nipple perked to life. Rachel’s curiosity got the best of her. She’d never had boobs of her own, and now touching a perfect breast like this, she did begin to feel a twinge of jealousy.

How fair was it that she at twenty seven was envious of her little niece having boobs at eighteen. It just wasn’t fair.

“Ow! Easy does it there.” Cynthia said as she pulled Rachel’s hand which had been squeezing too roughly off. “You’re worse than my ex-boyfriend.”

Rachel grew extremely flush again. She turned back to the shower nozzle.

“So you shave?” Cynthia chimed in.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t have any hair down there or under your armpits. I’m guessing you shave?” Cynthia remarked.

Rachel looked down at her barren privates and underarms. In truth, she didn’t shave, she had no reason to. From the time she was young until present day, Rachel had never grown hair any where else on her body except her head. In high school she was teased mercilessly for it, until she came up with the bright idea to tell people she shaved. It seemed a lot easier than telling them that 5% of the female population never grows hair down there. And it seemed that she was ahead of the curve and a lot cooler.
The truth still bugged Rachel though. Standing there naked in front of her much more well developed niece, she felt entirely inadequate. Her body was never much to begin with, but standing there she felt absolutely out of her league. She felt her body looked like a little child to a woman almost a decade her junior. To answer Cynthia’s questions, she simply smiled and nodded.

They both stopped showering almost simultaneously and they exited to see their new hair styles. Rachel was in absolute shock at her now short brunette coif. While Cynthia was elated about her long elegant blonde hair.

Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. With her body frame and facial features, she looked every bit the tiny little girl while her niece looked like the older of the two. She fought the urge to cry as she knew that Cynthia had worked hard on her hair and it would only make her sad.

An hour later they were both drinking Martinis and sitting before the fireplace. Rachel sat there downing her drinks at an amazing pace finally gathering up the nerve to ask her little niece a question.

“How did you grow the way you did.” Rachel slurred out.

“What do you mean?” Cynthia asked confused.

“My sister was never really developed, I look like a child. How is it that you grew to be this total bombshell?” Rachel knew she was embarrassing herself, but she still pressed ahead.

Cynthia smiled for a minute, then pulled a small container of pills from her bag. “At the age of thirteen, I looked like a half size version of you. My mom was so concerned about my self esteem, she took me to a doctor. The doctor prescribed me these super hormone enhancers. I took a few of them and almost overnight I grew to this. They have a supplement, so I continued to take them to maintain this look.” Cynthia looked over at her amazed Aunt, “did you want to try some?”

“No I couldn’t”

“No go ahead, I insist. I have several bottles of it.” Cynthia pushed.

Rachel looked at Cynthia’s body then at her own. She so desperately wanted to look as good as her. “Fine, I’ll try a few.” Rachel said grabbing the bottle.

“Trust me, in a few weeks you will resemble an entirely new woman.” Cynthia said as Rachel took three pills in order. Within minutes Rachel was out.
Rachel woke to her niece standing over her throwing her some clothes. “Come on, get dressed I am taking you shopping.” Cynthia said.

Rachel groaned but eventually got up and dressed herself.
That day she found herself following her niece around like Cynthia followed her when she was a child. Cynthia took her into every hip and happening shop in the mall. Almost forcing Rachel to try on every new hip fashion. Rachel reluctantly did so, and found the clothes that Cynthia gave her, did every bit to undermine her age and body. After putting on a few, she guessed that they made her look like a young high schooler. But the joy was so evident in Cynthia’s eyes that she didn’t want to let her down.
The went to Hot Pointers, a local trendy clothing outfit. Cynthia tossed a few clothes into the dressing room for Rachel to try on. Rachel found herself wearing a short T-shirt that prominently displayed the words ‘jailbait’ on it. A pair of short shorts that only accented her stick legs. She put on the outfit and wanted to show Cynthia her new look.

As she walked out, a boy walked up to her. He couldn’t have been any older than fifteen years. “Hey, you look good. You go to school around here?”

Rachel looked around at first to make sure that he wasn’t talking to anybody else. Then she stammered out “me?”

“Yeah, you look familiar. Did you go to Kennedy in Mrs. Johnson’s class?”

Rachel smiled for a minute, this boy thought she was much younger than she was.

“How old do you think I am?” she smiled.

“I don’t know thirteen fourteen, it’s cool though. I’m cool with younger girls.”

Rachel couldn’t believe that she was being hit on by a guy half her age, that thought she was younger than him! The irony was incredible.

At that moment, Cynthia appeared. “Rachel, that outfit is so cute! You have to get it!”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were with your mom.” The boy said.

Rachel nearly bust up laughing as the boy left a stunned Cynthia there.

“Your mom?” Cynthia said, “How dare that little punk! I’m only a few years older than him.”

Rachel laughed, “It was funny!”

“How would you like it?” Cynthia said.

“Hey, I took being thought of as a thirteen year old okay. I think I could handle your tough predicament.”

“You took that for a few minutes. I bet you couldn’t keep it up.” Cynthia smarted back.

“Yeah, how much?” Rachel retorted.

“If you win I’ll wax your car and do the dishes for my entire stay, in addition to letting you pick my college and courses.”

“And if I lose?” Rachel asked.

“You have to play the part of the daughter for the whole week.” Cynthia said smugly.

“See I knew you couldn’t accept a challenge.”

Rachel surprised even herself when she said “You’re on.” And firmly shook Cynthia’s
hand.

The rest of the day was an exercise in testing each other. Cynthia would push Rachel as hard as she could making her do the things an obedient daughter would do. And Rachel pushed her boundaries by acting like a spoiled little princess, something for which she had a lot of preparation.
It was quite a standstill between them. Neither giving an inch, until…

“But I want a Churro now!” Rachel yelled at the top of her lungs. She played the part of a brat perfectly.

“No, now come on and lets keep shopping.” Cynthia tried to contain her.

“No! I want a Churro!”

“You are not getting one!”

“I hate you! You are a horrible mom!” Rachel played the part to its limits.

Cynthia looked at Rachel, her patience gone. Without hesitation she grabbed Rachel and pulled her over her knee for all the food court to see.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Rachel asked surprised.

“Something that I should have done hours ago.” Without hesitation Cynthia pulled back and smacked Rachel hard on the butt.

WHACK!

“Owww!” Screamed Rachel.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Owww! Stop it!” Rachel screamed.

Cynthia didn’t sop however and went one step beyond by pulling Rachels shorts down and smacking her bare bottom for all to see.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Stop please, I beg you!” Rachel Screamed.

Her eyes looked around and saw the apparent scene she was creating. Her face was now flush red with all the clod that had run to it. Her bare butt sore and exposed for all to see.

“Do you give?” Cynthia said calmly with one more spanking to make her point known.

WHACK!

“I give! I give! Now Stop it!” Rachel yelled.

Cynthia pulled Rachel upright as Rachel quickly pulled her pants up. Her eyes were filled with tears as the whole thing was quite embarrassing for all to see.

Cynthia looked at Rachel and merely smiled. “Looks like I win.”

Rachel stormed into the house furious. She dropped everything on the way in and walked into her room, slamming the door. How could Cynthia embarrass her like that? Rachel thought they were friends, obviously that was not the case. She dropped on her bed and began to think to herself. Her mind started to justify what happened.
Cynthia was trying to win the bet, would she have done anything less? She was competitive and knew that her sister was as well. Guess Cynthia’s the same way too. She was acting like a brat and Cynthia was within her means as the acting parent to discipline her daughter. Maybe, she was to blame. Maybe she took the stubborn brat act too far.

Rachel had a unique way of rationalizing things in her head to make everything seem to be her fault. It was a character flaw that she never really outgrew. Rachel began to think about the uncomfortable car ride all the way home. Cynthia looked like she was ready to cry, she had obviously felt bad about the way she spanked her aunt. And Rachel didn’t do anything to dissuade those fears. Rachel began to feel guilty about being the sore loser in the bet. She had to go and apologize.

She walked to Cynthia’s room and knocked ever so softly. “Cynthia? Are you there?” She said as she slowly opened the door to see a crying Cynthia sitting there on the bed. “Cynthia?”

Through tears Cynthia managed to squeak out. “I’m sorry Aunt Rachel. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. I just got caught up in the role of being a mom. I am so sorry.”

“No no, don’t be sorry, its me who should be apologizing. I was acting too much like a little brat in order to win the bet. I would have done the same thing in your shoes.”

“Really?” Cynthia murmured.

“Yes. Now you won the bet fair and square. It looks like I will have to play the part a little bit longer.”

Cynthia smiled through red eyes at her aunt. “It’ll be so much fun. I love to character act. But promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“That you won’t behave like the spoiled brat in the mall. I don’t think I can handle another scene like that again.” Cynthia said dead serious.

“I promise, for one week I will behave. Just try not to get too carried away in the role.” Rachel replied.

Cynthia smiled and gave her aunt a hug.

“I’m glad we worked this out.” Rachel said.

“So I am in charge right?”

“Yes you are in charge. Now It is almost two o’clock and I have to go to my eye exam.
So I will be back in a few hours.” Rachel began to say.

“Excuse me, but when do you tell me things to do. I thought I was in charge.”

Rachel began to protest, but gave her room to speak after all she did not want to upset her like before. “I’m sorry, can I please go to my eye appointment?”

“Sure thing. I will call you a cab to take you there.” Cynthia said.

“A cab?” Its just down the street I was just going to drive there.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. Little girls don’t drive and if its just down the street then you can ride your bike there.”

Rachel was taken aback for a second. She agreed to play the role of a daughter for a week. Not a little girl. Still…

“Fine, maybe some exercises will do me good.” Rachel said.

Rachel went out and grabbed her purse and was walking to the garage for her bike when Cynthia grabbed the purse out of her hands.

“Hey what are you doing.” Rachel said surprised.

“You agreed to play the role, I am going to make sure you play it out. No cell, no credit cards, no car keys. I don’t want you to have any temptations.”

She pulled out a little round case. “And no birth control either.” She said with a slight grin. Seeing her little niece handling her pills, Rachel grew extremely self-conscious and found herself putting up no fuss regarding Cynthia’s little criteria.

Within a few minutes Rachel found herself peddling her way to the doctors office. It had been a while since she had rode a bike and she found herself wavering a bit at times. She nearly wiped out a few times doing so. A half hour later and fifteen minutes late she walked into the Optometrists office.

“Hello, my name is Rachel Smith and I have an appointment. I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Hello Ms. Smith, let me have you fill out this. I apologize, I thought you were a bit older when you called.”

Rachel looked down and realized that she was still wearing the jailbait T-shirt and shorts. They think I am younger than I am. She went to protest, but decided against it, as explaining it to herself in her mind sounded crazy, who knows how it would sound out loud.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” She said in jaded appreciation.

Within a few minutes, she was having her eyes checked and rechecked through the equipment.

“Rachel according to your last exam, it appears your eyes have gotten a bit worse since you last had them checked.” The optometrist said. “In fact much worse. I am afraid that you may require corrective lenses.”

“What?” Rachel said stunned.

“Here lets check your eye strength.” He said as he leaned her head back and applied some drops to her eyes.

She opened her wet eyes and gazed through them with a now blurry vision.

“Now look through and tell me better or worse.” He said.

She did until she found a set that was perfect.

“I’m afraid your eyes have grown weaker. Now it may be a temporary thing, but your eyes will need to relax for a while and rebuild their strength. Until that time however, you will need to wear glasses.”

Rachel felt depressed, she had never worn glasses in her life and always felt that they were geeky to begin with. But as she looked forward through her blurry set, she realized that there was no other choice.

“You’re in luck though. Normally you would have to wait a week to get a set, but I have a pair with your exact prescription ready to go.” He said as he produced some glasses from a case. “Here try these on.”

She put the lenses on and was amazed at how clear the world was. Was her eyes this bad before? It was like seeing the world anew. She then turned and saw her reflection and gasped. The frames he handed her, were bright pink with a little care bear in the middle.

“I can’t wear these.” She said as she took them off. Her vision immediately went from perfect to non-existent. “They are too childish.”

“Rachel, these are only temporary. You only need to wear them for a little bit while your eyes relax.” He said, “besides isn’t seeing the most important thing?”
She put the glasses back on and looked at her reflection again. All she could think was, it can’t be that important. She resigned herself to wearing the glasses for a while, but now she wanted to go home and go to bed.

She left the office to go to her bike only to find it gone! She looked around frantically, realizing that her bike had been stolen! As if the day couldn’t get much worse. She had to call someone.

She moaned when she realized that not only did she not have her cel phone, but she also did not have her wallet to make a pay call. Damn it! She thought.
She trudged along the sidewalk to get back home. Dragging her feet as she did. Her body felt sore and exhausted after only a mile and she still had three to go. This was going to be a long journey.

Two hours later, she walked up the entrance to her home. Not having keys, she had to ring the doorbell for Cynthia to let her in.

Cynthia opened the door with a smile to see Rachel standing there with her little pink glasses, sweaty and exhausted. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She said.

She trudged to her bedroom and walked inside only to be shocked at what she saw. Her room! It had been changed! Her drapes had been replaced with her old ones, her bedset was a bright pink with lace ruffles at the ends. Her Vanity mirrors had been replaced. Everything in the room screamed little girl!

“What the hell happened?!”

“You were gone for so long. I decided to make some changes. So I went through the attic and found a bunch of your old things. You really don’t throw anything away do you?” Cynthia remarked.

“But… But…” Rachel couldn’t find the words to express herself.

“Hey, you agreed!” Cynthia said immediately protesting. “A bet is a bet.”

“But I…” Rachel stammered.

Cynthia went behind Rachel and put her hands around her shoulders. “Besides you need to look at this as a blessing. For one week, you don’t have any worries, cares or concerns beyond those of a child. Think of this as a mental vacation. All you have to do is relax and let yourself go. Just play the part, after a while you will feel a lot better.”

Rachel soaked in Cynthia’s advice as she looked around the room.

“Hey kiddo, dinners in an hour. Don’t be late.” Cynthia said as she slapped Rachel on the butt.

Rachel squealed and watched Cynthia leave. Perhaps she was right Rachel thought. Perhaps a little mental vacation would do her good. She trounced over and fell on her bed. With the little lace ruffles and the soft padding, it almost felt bouncy in nature. She looked at the side of her bed to the dresser and saw the bottle of pills, that Cynthia had mentioned had helped her grow.

Better get all the help I can, she thought as she quickly downed six pills in a row. She hoped that she didn’t take too many, but after reading the contents, she decided that she was safe.

An hour later, Rachel strolled down to the kitchen to see a spread of food set out before her. Cynthia was definitely quite a cook, but it bugged Rachel that all through dinner, she kept correcting her posture and her eating habits like she was a little child. She began to think that maybe Cynthia was taking this bet thing a little too far. But Rachel knew she wasn’t going to be the first to give.

The week went by with little to no occurrences. Rachel refused to leave the house until the week was over due to her appearance. She felt ridiculous wearing the glasses and having all of her clothes replaced with little children’s clothes. As the days went by, she felt worse and worse. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots, and she felt entirely inadequate around her much younger niece.

When she was around her, Rachel always had to look up. But now it seemed like Cynthia was taller than ever, though Rachel knew that to be impossible.
Each time she felt a little bit down, she quickly swallowed a few of the pills Cynthia gave her. By Friday, the bottle was nearly empty.

Saturday came and Rachel knew there was only two more days left of this ridiculous bet. And with good reason. Since this began, she felt less and less assured of herself and that it seemed like she submitted to almost all of Cynthia’s whims and wishes at all times. She felt embarrassed nearly all of the time with the clothes she had to wear.
This morning was no exception as she wore a tiny little sun dress that exposed her little legs.

She came to the kitchen where Cynthia was already preparing breakfast.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Cynthia said bemused.

“Morning.” Rachel mumbled under her breath.

“I’d figured we go shopping today, one last time before the bet was over.” Cynthia said.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so. I am not going through that again.” Rachel protested.

“Come on, it was fun.”

“Fun for you, you weren’t the one who was spanked in a public place.”

“Well maybe if you acted a little bit more mature, then maybe you wouldn’t have been spanked.” Cynthia countered.

Rachel began to grow flustered. Cynthia was doing it again, domineering her in her own house. “I said no, and I mean no.”

“I am in charge and I say we are going!” Cynthia barked.

“No!” Rachel said on the verge of tears. She felt a pressure well up inside of her and her face felt flush. All of a sudden she felt a warm trickle down her leg. Her face turned beet red. Had she just wet herself? She looked down and saw her little yellow dress now with a giant wet spot in front.

Cynthia looked at Rachel shocked and appalled as Rachel merely stood there dumbstruck. “Did you just…”

All Rachel could do was nod and begin to cry. Cynthia felt bad for her and gave her a little hug. Until she saw that the trickle began again. “Are you going again?” Cynthia questioned.

Rachel did not know why this kept happening. She couldn’t control herself and she couldn’t stop it. The tears went just as much as before.

“Shhhh, don’t cry. I’ve got something that should take care of this.” Cynthia went outside to her car and pulled out a large pink knapsack. She sat Rachel down on the floor of the kitchen.

Rachel nearly fainted when she saw Cynthia produce a large bag of diapers.

“No way! I am not wearing diapers.” Rachel began to protest.

“It’s either that or you keep wetting the clothes you are wearing. Now, don’t be embarrassed a lot of people have bladder problems.” Cynthia tried covering.

“Yeah geezers and babies, I’m neither.”

“Well you are something, so we need to take care of this. Now lie down.” Cynthia said as she pushed Rachel down to the floor.

Rachel was surprised with the strength of Cynthia and the relative ease that she went to the floor. With a quick pull, her sun dress was off and she was now lying on the floor in wet panties only. Those soon came off and Rachel was now lying on the floor completely naked. Her back felt the cold hard tile behind it and she shivered.
Cynthia looked down at the naked Rachel. “Is it just me or are your breasts smaller than before?”

Rachel looked downward and saw her breasts, though nothing significant before; they were now entirely gone and all that remained was a flattened chest with two tiny pink nipples. The fact that Cynthia pointed this out, made Rachel feel ten times as self conscious as ever.

Cynthia went to the task of drying the wet Rachel down. Rachel felt a chilling dry feeling as she saw Cynthia generously applying baby powder to her butt.

“Don’t want you to get diaper rash.” She said.

Rachel then felt the constricting feeling of diapers being pulled from behind her butt and the stretching tape noise as the diaper tied tightly around her waist. Cynthia stood her up with ease and Rachel now stood before Cynthia clad only in a diaper and a teary eyed face.

“Don’t worry, everything will be all right. I will take care of you.” Cynthia said with a friendly smile. “Now go get dressed.”

Rachel waddled to her room as it was hard to walk with the diapers tightly affixed around her waist. She pulled on a flowery white dress as it was the only thing that would fit over her diapers. She couldn’t believe how far she had sunk to. Wearing children's clothes and diapers. It was all too much to bear.

The next morning came as Rachel awoke in her bed and felt a moist feeling again down there. She moaned as she realized she had wet herself overnight. She pulled of the dress she fell asleep in and waddled downstairs wearing only the wet diaper.

“Cynthia, I had another accident and I need you to change me again.”

She walked into the den to see Cynthia and a woman and a man clad in business suits sitting there on the couch. Rachel froze as she realized that she was standing there naked but for her wet diaper. “Ohh, I’m sorry I didn’t know…”

Rachel turned to leave but was grabbed by Cynthia before she could take the first step.

“No no dear, lets take care of that little wet problem.”

Cynthia led her to the floor in the middle of the room in front of the two people. Rachel looked embarrassed, “Can’t we do this in the other room?”

“No dear, don’t worry Mr. Leamus and Mrs. Chase have seen this all before.” Cynthia said as she peeled the wet diaper from Rachel’s body.

Rachel froze there for a moment, she wanted to put her hands down there to cover her privates and to keep some semblance of dignity. But each time she did, Cynthia moved her hands away. She just finished drying Rachel off and was about to apply the powder.

“If you notice, she is developing a little bit of a rash. So I have to make sure that she is consistently whetted with gel and powder.”

Rachel had had enough. “Who was she to tell these people about her eeding to be changed? “I have had enough,” Rachel said as she slowly rose to her feet. “I am leaving.”

Cynthia’s eyes were suddenly ablaze at that moment. “What have I told you about talking back?” She said as she grabbed Rachel and pulled her back.

Rachel was taken by surprise. She was naked and here she was being handled by Cynthia. “What are you doing?”

Cynthia smiled as she pulled Rachel back and over her knee. “Just your daily lesson dear, that’s all.”

WHACK!

“Owww!” Rachel yelled as Cynthia’s hand made hard contact.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ow! Let go!” Rachel yelled.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Tears came from Rachel’s eyes as she struggled to free herself from Cynthia’s grip, but it was no use. Cynthia was just too strong. Her butt felt as it was on fire from Cynthia’s marauding hand.

“Who is in charge?” Cynthia said.

WHACK!

“You are!” Rachel cried.

Cynthia then pulled the teary eyed Rachel naked standing up before her. “are you going to behave for our guests now?”

Rachel’s mind was a distorted pattern. She didn’t know who these people were or why they were in her home. She wiped a tear off of her care bear glasses and nodded, knowing that she couldn’t stand to be spanked anymore.

“Good, now lie down.” Cynthia said.

Rachel lied back down in front of Cynthia as Cynthia began to apply the powder. “It is important that you spank her whenever she lies or misbehaves. She has a pattern of telling stories about a separate life or that she is someone else. When this happens, make sure that she is punished. Preferably in front of the other children.”
Rachel tried to hear everything Cynthia was saying, but became lost as her own thoughts were much louder in her head.

Cynthia then pulled the diaper snuggle over Rachel and applied the tape to affix it.

“Now stand up.”

Rachel did as she was told and now stood naked but for a diaper in front of the two people.

“Kat, if you would.” Cynthia said to the woman then turned to Rachel. “Ms. Chase is going to take your measurements so make sure you stand still okay?”

Rachel did not know what was going on, but chose to nod and do whatever Cynthia said lest she get spanked again.

Ms. Chase pulled the measuring tape and began to read off various measurements to the awaiting Mr. Leamus. The measurements came one after another until one measurement caught Rachel’s notice. “Height, four foot five.” ...

“What?” Rachel said astonished. She knew she was short, but hadn’t been four foot five since she was a small child.

At that moment Cynthia stood up over Rachel emphasizing the now very apparent height discrepancy. Rachel had to crane her neck back to look at her much taller niece. It was true! She had shrunk!

“You are in luck, we have something that would fit her just well.” Ms. Chase said as she pulled out a small case and produced a set of clothing.

She immediately began to dress Rachel quite quickly, first came the knee high white socks, followed by the plaid skirt over the diapers. The peter pan collared blouse was next with a blue vest to cover it. To finish the package. Ms. Chase pulled Rachel’s now much shorter hair back into two tightly braided pigtails and had her put on a pair of Mary Jane shoes.

“Finished.” Was all Ms. Chase said with a pleased smile.

Rachel was turned towards the room’s full length mirror to view the results.

“Nooooo!” She screamed. She couldn’t believe what she saw. With the clothes and the hair and the changes, she looked like she was only about nine or ten years old. Where was the woman of twenty-seven? “This isn’t right!” She screamed.

“Now Cynthia, it’s time you behaved for Ms. Chase. She is going to be your chief instructor.”

Rachel was confused, had Cynthia just called her Cynthia? She looked closer at the label on the blue vest. ‘T-Chesss, Massachusetts a school for wayward girls.

“Don’t worry Rachel, we will take good care of her.” Mr. Leamus said to Cynthia.

“No!” Rachel yelled. “My name is Rachel! She’s Cynthia!”

“Here she goes again with the stories. Well it is your turn to discipline her, lets see how you do.” Cynthia said with a wicked smile.

Ms. Chase grabbed Rachel and pulled her over her knee dropping her Diapers and skirt to the floor. With that she lowered a devastating blow to the buttocks.

WHACK!

“Oww!” Rachel screamed, though she continued to protest her name.

This went on for the better part of an hour. Rachel would protest and get spanked and disciplined and she would cry as she kept telling the people of this fantacstical tale of Cynthia taking her name and so forth.

An hour later, with much tears in her eyes she finally gave in.

“What is your name child?” Ms. Chase said.

WHACK!

“Cynthia!” Rachel said nearly passing out from the pain.

“And how old are you?”

WHACK!

“Nine!” she screamed. ...

Ms. Chase sat Rachel up in front of her as she finally let her bladder go.

“Ew.” Was all Mr. Leamus could say.

“That is why she needs the diapers.” Cynthia said coolly.

Ms. Chase proceeded to strip Rachel back down again until she was once again naked.

“We have a long ride ahead of us and I don’t have any more uniforms to spare her wetting again.”

“That’s okay, she’s fine just wearing the diaper and nothing else.” Cynthia said as she looked at Rachel with an icy stare.

“Really.” Ms. Chase said.

“Yes, we have this game we play where she is the baby and wants to be treated like one. Isn’t that right Cynthia?” Cynthia said.

Rachel stood there broken, her entire cares gone. Tomorrow she would say more and the punishment would be just as bad, but now she could only nod silently.

“Well then. Lets do it.” Ms. Chase said as she once again diapered the quiet Rachel.
Rachel merely lied back on the floor as she again felt the cofining space of tight plastic being affixed around her body. Her mind was screaming to fight back, but she couldn’t summon the strength until…

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of scissors sticking out of the bag that the two people brought. As Ms. Chase made the last taping, Rachel reached over and grabbed the scissors and pointed them back at Ms. Chase.

“Okay! Back off Bitch!” Rachel said finding her strength to fight back. “I don’t know who you are or what the hell is going on! But it ends here! I am calling the cops and…”

At that moment, Mr. Leamus sprung into action pulling the scissors from her hands and pulling her down to the floor with one solid motion. He pulled out a syringe and pushed the contents into Rachel’s arm.

“No! No!” Rachel screamed as she felt her strength fading from whatever was injected in her.

Mr. Leamus kept her pinned to the floor as Ms. Chase composed herself. “This won’t do. The child receives haircuts from time to time and she is around scissors quite a bit.

Is this something we can expect?”

“No of course not. But if giving her a haircut is a problem, lets fix that right now.” Cynthia said as she excused herself.

Moments later she reappeared with a small bag and a tall chair. “Mr. Leamus if you could.”

Mr. Leamus put her into the chair and kept her sitting. Rachel was still fully conscious, but was unable to move strongly or fight back.

Her ears perked when she heard the buzzing sound from behind her and felt a cool breeze on her scalp. She struggled a bit, but it was a negligible effect. She saw out of the corners of her eyes her hair beginning to fall in clumps to the floor around her. Her head began to feel colder and colder.

Cynthia seeing the tears beginning to well up in her aunt's eyes; went over to console her. “Be glad, after this your hair care products bill will go down.”

The clipping finally stopped when Rachel began to feel a cool liquid being applied to her head and the brisk stroke of a razor rubbing her bare scalp. “This is my own special creation,” Cynthia exclaimed, “a mixture of Nair and never-gro weed tonic. It should retard hair growth for quite some time. At least for the duration of her time at your school.”

Cynthia finished her stroking of Rachel’s head and produced a large mirror for her to view herself. Rachel burst into tears upon seeing her now shaven head. Except for a small tuft of hair just above her forehead, which Cynthia had seen fit to attach a little bow to display its prominence, she was now as bald as a cue ball.

Mr. Leamus pulled her down and sat her in the middle of the floor between all the adults. Cynthia popped a pacifier in her mouth and gave her a ‘spit it out and I will make this much worse’ glare.

Rachel sat on the floor hearing the talking as if it were miles away instead of right in front of her. She sat squirming in her diaper and feeling her shaven head with her hands. She sucked on the pacifier to calm herself, but her mind was racing with thoughts.

The conversation ceased and she found herself being taken by Kat Chase’s hand out to the car. She walked outside naked and bald except for her diaper and pacifier. The neighbors came out and remarked at the funny sight, though Rachel had never met any of them or talked to them. Her solitude was working against her as none of them even knew who she was. ....

Kat opened the door and strapped Rachel into a larger over sized car seat. Rachel could barely breath much less move with all the secure straps in place.

Kat went over to Cynthia and said, “Don’t worry she will get a proper education and learn to grow up well.”

Cynthia looked at Rachel confined in the seat with her confused expression on her face. Rachel sat silently in utter confusion as Ms. Chase and Mr. Leamus both got into the car and they left her mansion with a smiling Cynthia waving in the rear view mirror.

EPILOGUE

Honorary Alliance League of Schools or H.A.L schools for short, had been established in the mid 90’s but only recently had begun to gain more attention and students. Its most recent students found themselves sharing a common ground.

It had been six months since Rachel had last been home. Her hair had grown out ever so slightly and now resembled a short coif. She was playing ball on the playground with a few of her friends.

Rita was a girl that was an executive just a few months earlier, but somehow had been caught naked in a mall. She was turned in as an abandoned child by some Security Guard. She screamed about a double cross when she showed up, much to everyone else's ignorance.

Little Marissa (Mary is what everybody called her though) was considered the know-it-all of this little group. She constantly bragged about being smarter than everybody else, despite the fact that she was forced to wear diapers the same as the rest of them.

The girls all knew that they were stuck here in this facade of what their real lives had been. Though they were all in their late twenties, not one of them could have looked over the age of twelve.

They kept each other’s hopes alive that one day they may be able to regain their real lives. A pact was made, that whenever one of them made it, she would help the others out immediately. This pact never came to fruition as it would be some time before any of them would ever leave the school.

THE END?