What happens to naughty girls Part 1

Julie looked eagerly out of the window as she and her mother drove towards the big house. It had been a long trip into the mountains, and Julie was keen to see her new home and her long-lost, distant cousin Mary.

Jane Saunders swung the SUV across the broad gravel drive and stopped near the impressive front door. She was looking forward to her new life as well.

It had been over three months since Peter had died so tragically, and Jane was feeling truly relaxed for the first time since the accident and the subsequent discovery that Peter's insurance had lapsed.

The prospect of coping financially and emotionally without Peter, and with controlling a rebellious sixteen year old daughter, had looked insurmountable to Jane until Peter's lawyer had contacted Peter's cousin Greta. One thing had led to another, and Greta, a wealthy young widow, had suggested that Jane and Julie move in with her and her own daughter. Greta's daughter Mary was a little older than Julie, and had been quite a handful over the years. In fact, she had run away from home at thirteen, spent a year or tow doing drugs and whatever else in the company of much older, and quite unsavoury, male and female companions. The errant girl had at last been returned to her mother, where Greta was home schooling her in an attempt to bring her back under control.

Julie knew by now that she and Mary had a lot in common. They were both a little on the short side, but were equally slim and pretty, according to Greta who had spoken to Julie on the phone and who had seen her photograph. Julie also got the idea that Mary had had her episodes of `naughtiness', as Greta quaintly called it, and that the pair of them both enjoyed music and swimming. It didn't look to bad, Julie thought. Home schooling sounded cool, although she was surprised to see how far away from the nearest town Greta's sprawling homestead was.

As the car stopped, Julie looked across to see the front door of the house opening.

The one on the left must be Greta, Julie thought, looking at the tall woman in jeans and a sweater who stood in the doorway next to an older woman in a dark dress and apron. Suddenly, a young girl appeared. She was dressed in yellow corduroy overalls and bright red sneakers, and couldn't have been more than about nine, if that, thought Julie, and she rushed over to the SUV as Julie and her mother got out.

`Hi Julie, I'm Mattie, do you want to go for a swim?' the youngster cried excitedly.

Julie smiled as the child tugged at her hand.

`Mary, don't rush!' said the woman in the maid's uniform, stepping forward to restrain the girl.

Julie was confused, and looked at her mother. Jane gave her a quick smile in return, and began unloading the luggage.

`Julie, this is Mary,' said Greta, taking the child's hand from the maid and standing her in front of Julie. `Or Mattie,' she added with a laugh as Mary pouted.

`With a nice name like Mary she wants to be called Mattie, this week anyway,' Greta said to Julie and Jane with a smile. `Let's go inside,' she added. `Hilda will take your things.'

The maid picked up the luggage Jane had just unloaded from the back of the car, and Greta showed the pair inside as Mattie scampered away in front of them.

`That's Mary??' Julie whispered to her mother as they entered the spacious hallway.

`Don't make a fuss, darling, I know you'll just get on so well,' her mother replied. `Won't they Greta?' she continued, looking at her husband's cousin with a broad smile.

`I dare say they will,' replied Greta as she opened the double doors into a bright room that gave onto the garden through french doors, and Julie and Jane followed her in. Mary, or Mattie, seemed to have disappeared. Julie was still confused.

`But she's.' she whispered again to her mother.

Julie didn't know what Mary was. She was sure Greta had said she was seventeen.

`Please sit down, there'll be some tea in a minute,' Greta said cheerfully as mother and daughter stood looking around the sunny room.

There was a squeal and a splash from the garden outside.

`No jumping please Mary, and where are your wings?' called Greta, leaning towards one of the open doors.

Julie sat and fiddled with the ring in her well-exposed navel, wondering if there were two Marys, or what.

To be continued.

It had been late afternoon when Julie and her mother had arrived at Greta's house. By the time they had all finished their tea and sandwiches, there was a cool breeze blowing through the open doors of the room. Julie heard more splashing in the pool outside, and decided that the young girl, whoever she was, must have a strong constitution.

Julie wondered who the girl was. She was sure Greta had said Mary was seventeen, not seven or however the kid outside was. After all, they were supposed to be going to get on so well and be good friends. Julie hesitated to ask about Mary, partly because the matter didn't seem to concern anyone else, and she didn't want to show that she had missed whatever was obvious to her mom and to Greta, and partly because she was frankly in some awe of her surroundings and especially of Greta. In truth, she was a little scared of Greta, and not sure if she even the widow even liked her. She glanced at Greta and felt a chill in addition to the wind as she saw the widow's grey eyes seeming to bore into her tummy. Julie put her hand over her navel - she had endured looks like that from older women before. Just because their stomachs were sagging. 

Julie got up and announced that she wanted to go to her room. 

`Sit down, please. Hilda will show you shortly,' said Greta and continued her conversation with Julie's mother. 

Julie sat down. What a bitch, she thought. It's her house, ok, and she's rich and all that, but I can get up when I want to. What a fat-assed bitch.

Julie was about to stand up when Greta stood and stepped in front of Julie's chair. Julie eyes were about level with the woman's thighs. Julie noticed with disappointment that neither Greta's thighs nor her ass were that fat.

`If you go to the top of the stairs over there and wait, Hilda will show you your room,' she said, looking without feeling at Julie. `Your things are in there already, and you'll ne called for dinner. Your mother and I have some matters to discuss.'

Julie muttered something and stumped off to the staircase, ascended them gracelessly and stood at the top landing. There were doors everywhere, and she certainly wasn't going to risk being told off again. `Sit down please!' she thought. What a skinny-assed bitch. I bet she hasn't had a fuck for a year.

Julie heard her mother and Greta leave the room below, deep in conversation. Thanks guys, she thought. I feel really welcome. Julie liked to think she was tough, but in truth, she would have given anything to have her dad back, even if he wasn't around much, and while she treated people casually enough, she had a need to be wanted. That's why she hung around with the bunch she did, despite her mother calling them all losers. At least they wouldn't go anywhere without asking her along. She wouldn't think of leaving them out, either. At times like this, she really felt the gap between her adolescence and proper adulthood for all her teen bravado. Julie felt a lump in her throat, and realised she was about to cry.

Hilda appeared from a side passage and told Julie that her room was across the landing and to the left.

`Close to Mary's,' Hilda said, `Your bathroom is there,' she added, pointing with a plump finger.

Then she walked away. Another stuck-up old bag, thought Julie. The lump in her throat had subsided with her awe of anyone over twenty. She smirked as she watched Hilda's ample rear end wobble away around a corner in the passage, flung open the door to the room the woman had indicated, and let herself fall onto the single bed in the center of the room.

Pink, she thought, looking at the ceiling. Typical. She rolled to one side to check out the rest of the room and stopped in mid roll. She stood suddenly as pulled at the side of the bedclothes. 

`I can't believe it!' she said aloud. 

Julie stared at the plastic cover she found below the bottom sheet. Great, she thought. I'm in some kid's room. She looked around the room, rolling her eyes at the frills everywhere. Pastel prints from classic children's books adorned the walls, and a bevy of bright-eyed soft toys sat along the top of the chest of drawers near the window. Julie looked at them and cursed to herself.

Surely there's a proper guest room in this joint, she thought crossly. Then the door opened, and Hilda sailed in.

Hilda dumped some clothing on the foot of the bed, and without giving Julie a chance to speak, turned to the girl and spoke.

`I'll take that revolting ring out of your navel before your bath,' she said as if she owned not only the place but Julie's navel.

Julie stood with her mouth open, and looked down at the sler ring glinting in her rounded belly.

`And I don't think you'll be wearing those tarty little jeans again, Julie,' Hilda continued. `There are no boys here for you to flaunt your little tush at, and anyway, you're not really old enough to be a hooker.'

Julie had rarely felt so insulted. She pulled herself up to her full height.

`Look, Hilda, let's get this straight,' she said with as much authority as she could bring to her words. 'I'm a friggin' guest here, in case you didn't know, and I don't expect to have to put up with crap from, from a.' 

Julie mulled some words around in her mind. Her experience didn't really include much contact with domestic staff.

`.from a damn cleaning lady!' she concluded, and turned to stare out the window, hoping that Hilda would just leave.

She was suddenly jolted around as Hilda's strong arm took her by the elbow. Julie yelled, and tried to squirm away, but only wriggled herself into more strife. In a moment she was tipped off her feet and yelled again as she felt Hilda's fat fingers at between her legs.

Now shocked beyond belief, Julie realised that Hilda was pulling down the short zipper of her jeans. Cool air rushed around her thighs as she was tipped horizontal while hilda sat heavily on the bed. Julie's next shout was subsumed in a squeal as Hilda's thick hand landed hard on Julie's bottom.

`Owww!' the girl screamed. `Mom!' she yelled.

The spanking continued.

`They can't hear you, they're in the garden,' Hilda said evenly. `And Mary's in her room for the evening, so cry away. You may just learn a few manners. Do you think you can be good for a moment.'

Julie realised that if she opened her mouth she would only cry out, so she nodded as hard as she could. She hadn't been spanked since she was about ten. Who did this bitch think she was, Julie thought as the spanking stopped and she stood up, Hilda still gripping her arm.

`Now don't speak, Julie, I want to tell you something,' Hilda said.

Julie met the woman's gaze with her own fierce eyes.

`You might think I'm a dumpy old woman,' Hilda continued, ` But let me tell you, I am just as responsible around here for drumming some good behavior into little tarts as anyone else. 

Julie bit her lip, still furious.

`You can't hit me, I'll tell my mom, you're mad, you.you.' Julie wavered as she felt Hilda starting to lower herself back onto the bed and beginning to rotate Julie back into a prone position.

`Finished?' asked Hilda.

Julie considered her options. This old woman was obviously nuts, but it wouldn't do to aggravate her. Julie decided there and then that she wanted to go home.

Then Hilda shocked Julie by kissing her on the forehead. There was a big difference between kisses, Julie had discovered in her short life, and that was actually a nice one, she thought. She stood quietly, suddenly conscious of the fact that she was naked from the waist down, and that only the tiny triangle of her sheer G-string was between her and nudity.

Hilda followed up her warm kiss with a gentle squeeze around Julie's waist. Julie felt her emotions colliding. How often had she tried to get her own mother to give her a hug like that? Or even her boyfriends (she called them boyfriends, although she knew that they considered her merely a stop on the way - no harm in pretending, though).

`You spanked me,' Julie said flatly, not knowing what else to say to this chameleon woman who now stroked her hair and told her that she was pretty.

`I had to, sweetie, you were being a little horror,' said Hilda. `Now, let's dry our tears and get ready for dinner.'

This was weird, thought Julie.

`Why is there a plastic sheet on this bed,' she asked suddenly, trying to re-establish her status as, well, as a guest and not a paid staff person. `I don't wet the bed,' she added weakly, hearing the strange sentence float in the cool air.

`Just in case,' said Hilda. `Mary has the same. Now, dinner. Arms up!'

Julie wondered. She put her arms up automatically as Hilda pulled the short tee over her limbs. So what, she'll see my bra, Julie thought. She's seen my knickers, and I don't care anyway, she told herself. Julie thrust out her nascent breasts as Hilda dropped her clothes on the bed. Julie felt a chill now. Hilda kissed her on the top of her head.

`Why do I have to get changed anyway?' Julie asked.

She felt the skin on her head tingling. She felt that her situation was nice and nasty at the same time.

`N..no!' she said as Hilda's fingers undid the back of her bra. 

`No need for modesty,' Hilda said kindly. `It's not much of a bra anyway, is it?'

`I'm ok,' said Julie.

In truth, she was very sensitive about her breasts. They were the smallest of all her friends, and she had looked for a long time to find a pair that she felt did her justice. The bra Hilda now held in her hand was a 32A, with what Julie felt was a little subtle padding.

Hilda's efficient fingers now tugged Julie's panty to the floor. Julie lifted her feet in turn, and barely had time to think what to say next when her head was enveloped in a blue haze. Hilda pulled the interlock top down to Julie's waist, and held up a pair of thick white briefs in front of the girl. They looked like children's pants.

`In you pop,' said Hilda, stretching the waistband.

`They're kid's pants,' Julie said, still a little disoriented by what was happening.

`They're the same as Mary's,' said Hilda simply, and pulled the pants up tight around Julie's waist before repeating the performance with a pair of loose, light blue interlock track pants.

`Shoes,' said Hilda, and Julie stepped into a pair of pink sneakers.

`Hair,' said Hilda.

She quickly brushed Julie's hair and expertly created two blonde pigtails.

Julie was still stuck for words. Within a few minutes, she had been spanked like a child, stripped of her clothes by this weird woman, and then transformed into something very far from the way she had presented herself for the last x years.

Julie recovered some of her wits.

`Hjilda, why are you doing this?' she asked. 

Hilda ignored her and began gathering up the faded jeans and the cloth slivers of Julie's underwear.

`Hilda.' Julie began again.

`Because we want you to look and feel nice, and feel comfortable and welcome here. You really are welcome here, baby, and I think you look great!' Hilda said, patting Julie on her butt.

Once again, Julie was confused. Welcome here, she thought. Her mother had said several times over the last year or so that she had wanted to throw her out.

Julie didn't resist Hilda's hug, in fact she leant into the woman's ample body and really did feel welcome. She even smiled, and bit her lip again as she realised that she might cry. She felt warm and wanted as she followed Hilda downstairs. It had been a long time since she had worn full briefs, and had felt that sort of soft cotton against her chest. She decided not to tell her mom that she had been spanked. It was just a misunderstanding with Hilda, that's all.

`You'll love your dinner,' Hilda whispered to her.

Julie was genuinely looking forward to dinner, and returned the squeeze Hilda gave her hand. In some ways, the girl thought as she felt the warm clothing wrapped around her, this was better than trying to walk into every room as if you didn't care about anything or anybody.

Delicious aromas met them as they reached the foot of the stairs.

`Yummy!' said Julie, then giggled for a second as she realised how lame that must have sounded.

Julie had never been in such an impressive dining room. She and her mother, when they did actually eat together, usually ate in the kitchen or in front of the TV. This was something else.

The dining table was huge and polished, and about half of it was set out for dinner. Greta and Julie's mother sat opposite each other, surrounded by a small forest of glasses and silverware. There was a couple of big silver bowls on the table too, and a maid (a waitress? Julie wondered) was in the process of replacing one of the big bowls with another lidded one. Julie could see the steam rise as the woman took off the lid and offered the contents to Greta. Julie was more than impressed - she was awed, and was glad that she had the reassurance of Hilda's hand to hold.

`Hello darling,' Greta smiled at her. 

`Hello Julie,' said Jane, as Hilda led Julie to a chair a little way down the table. Julie noticed that there was not such an array of items at her place, just a knife, fork, spoon and a tumbler instead of a selection of wine glasses.

The chair was quite tall for Julie, and there was a cushion on the chair which made it even higher. Julie tried not to let it appear obvious that she needed to help to get up on the chair.

So Julie sat, again stuck for words. She didn't need many words as it turned out, as the maid or whoever it was promptly stepped forward, laid Julie's napkin on her lap and scooped a generous serving of food onto Julie's plate.

Julie began to recover her composure, and looked again at her mother and Greta. Both women were dressed in elegant black dresses the low-cut tops of which accentuate the women's breasts. Julie had rarely seen her mother look so stunning. Jane smiled again at her daughter as the girl took in the scene. Julie discreetly hunched her shoulders together, to try to loosen up the soft blue material covering her own modest chest. She felt very underdressed, more so when she realised that she had no make-up on. She looked at Greta as the widow chatted to her mom. Julie thought of the expensive, probably even silk, she thought, underwear her hostess would be wearing. Real elegant stuff, she thought. Her mother would be well-dressed underneath too, in fact Julie could se the lace of her mom's bra around the edge of her bodice. Julie felt a bit funny, sitting here imagining these ladies' underwear, but it was only because all she had on was a pair of white kid's briefs and not even a bra. Or makeup. Julie bit her lip again.

`Eat up, darling,' said Greta sweetly.

`How old is Mary?' Julie asked abruptly.

`Why, about your age,' replied Greta. `You look very nice in that colour blue, sweetie,' she added.

Julie thought for a moment.

`Where is she?' she asked.

`Who darling?' said Jane, looking at her daughter.

`Mary,' said Julie. `Isn't she supposed to be here?'

Julie was determined to get to the bottom of the Mary thing.

`Mary has been less than well-behaved,' answered Greta. `She's having her dinner in her room. Now, please eat your dinner. Your mother and I don't want to be constantly interrupted by you.'

Somewhat stunned, Julie went back to eating. She resolved to get back to the Mary conundrum later. She raised a forkful of the delicious mashed potato from her plate to her lips and was distressed to see the little load fall off the fork and onto her top. She felt acutely embarrassed and looked guiltily to her mother for some sort of reassurance, but before she could attract her mother's attention, Hilda appeared from somewhere behind her and began wiping her chest.

`It's ok,' Julie protested as she felt Hilda's firm hand rubbing over one of her breasts and removing the mess form the fabric.

`Never mind,' said Hilda lightly. `We'll just pop your napkin up here.'

Julie couldn't do anything much as Hilda tucked the white napkin into her collar.

The two ladies said nothing as Julie sat in silent embarrassment, determined not to spill anything else.

Several more courses followed, and Julie forgot her discomfort as she enjoyed the tasty meal. She had rarely eaten so much at a sitting, she thought, and was quite happy when Hilda told her after the dessert course was over that it was time for her to go back upstairs and leave the `adults', as Hilda described them, to talk.

`A bath then bed,' Hilda said brightly as Julie climbed the stairs.

`I'm full,' said Julie, and Hilda smiled at her. 

`You'll meet cook later on,' Hilda said. `If you're good, she will make you some special treats.'

Julie felt a quick thrill, then remembered that she was too old for `treats' from a fancy cook or anyone else.

She had to trot to keep up with Hilda, and the pair were soon back in the bedroom.

`I'll run your bath,' Hilda said, and left Julie alone in her room.

Julie sat on the bed, ignoring the crinkling of the plastic sheet. Inadvertently, she burped, and became aware of how full she was. What a dinner, she thought. She stood and looked around. The bag she arrived with was nowhere to be found. There was no wardrobe, she noticed, so she went to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer. It was full of panties and stuff for the kid whose room she was in.

Julie looked more closely at the pile of panties in the drawer, and picked up a pair. She felt a shiver as she realised that they were the same as the pair she had on.

They're not my knickers, thought Julie, stifling another burp as she realised she need to go to the bathroom.

Julie went into the passage, and followed the sweet smell of steam and soap which led her to the bathroom. It was a big bathroom, and Julie found Hilda testing the water in a ddep bath.

`Hello sweetie,' Hilda said. `I was just coming to get you.'

`I need to go to the toilet,' Julie said. That sounded odd, like when she had told Hilda she didn't wet the bed.

`That's ok, baby, it's just over there,' said Hilda, motioning towards the toilet in the corner of the room.

`Ok, thanks,' said Julie, and waited.

`Well?' asked Hilda after a moment. `Do you want a hand undressing?'

`No, I just want to go to the bathroom,' said Julie, slightly annoyed. Surely Hilda didn't expect her to go while she was in the room.

`Hurry up then, dear, your bath is ready,' Hilda said. It appeared that she had no intention of leaving.

`Can I go by myself?' asked Julie. She really ahd to pee, and maybe do more as well. This was getting embarrassing.

`Oh, I see,' said Hilda with a laugh. `Don't mind me - I'm not the least embarrassed. I'm busy with your bath anyway.'

Juile realised that there was no choice. She slid down her pants and briefs, and sat on the toilet. She peed as quietly as possible, which wasn't really very quiet, and was at lest gratified to see that Hilda didn't seem to take any notice at all. Julie repressed the need to poo as well, and had just finished wiping herself when Hilda walked over and helped her out of her clothes. Who cares, thought Julie, and let Hilda help her climb into the lovely warm bath. Maybe this was just how rich people did things, she decided.

The warm and fragrant bath soothed away Julie's concerns. This is the life, she said to herself as she luxuriated in the warms suds. She just smiled as she felt Hilda pour something cool onto her head and start washing her hair. Julie stretched out, glad that the thick layer of suds preserved her modesty, and also, she thought, hid her now tubby little tummy from the older woman.

Julie felt completely relaxed as Hilda massaged the shampoo into her blonde hair. She closed her eyes and leant her head back. Hilda watched the girl, and quickly flipped a small, flat cushion from the edge of the bath and positioned it under the back of Julie's head.

Aahh, thought Julie, and smiled. `Thank you,' she thought rather than said. She felt Hilda kiss her on the top of her wet head, and heard her leave the room. Julie was left with her thoughts.

This was a funny place to stay, she thought. At home, she had spent so much time arguing with her mom, but here, she had just gone along with everything, and she had hardly spoken to her in all the time she had been here. All the time, she mused. She hadn't even slept here yet!

It was nice being so well looked after. The beautiful house, and the dining room and the lovely big dinner. Julie thought of all the nice things that had happened to her. Except being spanked. She couldn't really understand that. She could hardly even remember why she had been spanked. She thought it was odd to spank a nearly sixteen year old. But then again, she thought, this was a very different house than her own. Everything was so grand here. Servants, too. That's what they were, she remembered. Servants, not waitresses, just like in some of the TV shows she had seen. Although you sort of had to do what they said, even though they were called servants. What did she really know of how very rich people lived. For all she knew, they had servants at those ritzy private schools too. 

Julie breathed in deeply, and slid her petite hands across her tummy. They eat such a lot here, she thought. Her tummy felt quite round under her fingertips, and she remembered that she had to give her navel ring a special wash. She wondered about that. Hilda had not liked her ring at all. Oh well, she thought, as the fragrant steam rose around her. She let her fingers slip down beneath her belly. Mmm, she thought. Sometimes she slept with a pillow between her legs, and the feeling of gentle pressure down there was just lovely. Very lightly, she stroked the little sweet spot down there with the tip of her finger. She had never had intercourse with a boy, but she had enjoyed a few exciting petting sessions, and she thought of one particular boy's hands. His fingers had been so thick and strong, but so gentle. She had been frightened he might hurt her, but she needn't have been. Maybe she should have gone all the way with him, but her friends had told her that she would have pimples next day and maybe even walk differently and everyone would know what she had done. Still, he had lovely, gentle fingers, Julie remembered.

Hilda's voice made Julie almost jump out of the bath. She shot her hands back to her sides, and opened her eyes to se Hilda looking at her with a serious expression.

`I said time to get out, Julie,' Hilda said. `You need to dress for bed.'

Julie felt very guilty, and wondered if Hilda had seen what she was doing. There were still plenty of bubbles all over the surface, she saw, looking back at the big tub as Hilda helped her out. Julie felt cross, not just about being sprung doing something she knew she shouldn't have been doing, but because now she had spoiled her beautiful bath time. And she hadn't even `done' anything, just rubbed herself a little bit, that was all. Some of her friends did it all the time, she knew. They did it in bed until they were really wet. Her friend Francene had even done it in the bus as a dare, unzipping her pants and everything, and another girl she knew did it at the beach so much that she got sand sticking to her swimsuit like she'd wet herself and had to go all the way into the water holding a bathing cap in front of her looking like a dork. Julie bit her lower lip and hoped that Hilda would say something nice to show that she hadn't seen anything. Just like me to mess things up for myself, thought Julie. She felt very sorry for herself and tried to avoid looking at Hilda.

Hilda was briskly towelling Julie's naked body. The big towel almost enveloped the girl, and after rubbing her torso, legs and arms to a tingle, Hilda draped the damp towel around Julie's slim shoulders and applied a fresh, fluffy towel to the girl's head. Julie stood compliantly moving this way and that as Hilda finished her work.

Julie stared at the floor. For the first time since she could remember, she couldn't see the light fuzz between her legs for the bulge of her stomach. I'm fat, too, she thought miserably, her bottom lip now trembling.

`Julie,' said Hilda, taking the girl's chin in her hand and tilting her face upwards. Julie averted her eyes for a moment, but then felt compelled to meet Hilda's gaze. The woman's eyes seemed stern, but not unkind. Julie wanted to bury hr face in the big lady's chest, but before she could do anything, Hilda spoke again.

`Julie, I told you that nice girls don't wear body piercings, didn't I?' she said.

Julie was taken aback. She didn't think Hilda would even know what to call it.

`They're slutty, and they're unhygienic, aren't they?' she said, taking the towel from Julie and using her fingers to stretch aside the skin to each side of Julie's navel. Both she and Julie looked a the little silver curl.

`I clean it,' Julie offered lamely.

`Well, I think we need to deal with it. But there's something else we need to talk about too, isn't there?' Hilda said seriously.

Oh God, thought Julie. This is it. She felt a catch in her throat, and was desperate not to cry. It wasn't such a big deal, was it? She'd even caught her mom doing it once. Everybody did it didn't they?

`There are some things nice girls don't do to themselves, aren't there?' Hilda continued.

She knows, thought Julie with panic. She hoped the beautiful marble tiles of the bathroom floor would open up and let her drop straight through. Into where, Julie suddenly thought. The kitchen, or the dining room? And her naked. She giggled, then stopped. She was so scared her mind was being silly. Her giggle became a sob.

Hilda shook her. 

`What don't nice girls do?' she asked Julie.

`Touch.' Julie mumbled.

Hilda waited. Julie stared straight down and sobbed again.

`Touch what, child?' Hilda asked sharply.

`.themselves,' Julie said very quietly.

`Where?' Hilda asked.

Julie froze. This was awful. She just wanted to give in and cry properly.

`Down there,' the girl muttered.

`Show me where.'

Hilda's voice seemed to boom in Julie's ears.

Julie lowered a trembling hand to hover over her crotch. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she swallowed hard.

`That's right, Julie. It's a very naughty thing to do. Do you know what it's called, doit that?' Hilda asked, taking Julie's hand away with her firm grip on her forearm.

Julie swallowed again. Playing with myself, she thought. Wanking, her friends called it. They all did it. She couldn't say those words to Hilda. This was serious.

`M.masturbating,' she said.

Julie couldn't even hear herself say it. 

`Masturbating,' she repeated, more loudly than she intended, and felt her whole face go red.

`So tell me what you were doing in the bath when I walked in,' said Hilda, releasing her grip on Julie's arm.

`I was masturbating, Hilda,' Julie said.

She felt so miserable. It wasn't fair, she was only just tickling herself, not doing anything, just tickling.

`At least you admit it,' Hilda said. `It was very naughty of you. I thought I could leave you in the bath by yourself, but I was wrong. Now, first, I want to deal with that tarty [ : ) ] bit of metal you've stuck through yourself.'

Julie watched in mute horror as Hilda produced a shiny pair of snippers or pliers of some sort from her apron pocket and with one click Julie felt the ring she had so painfully and proudly worn drop from her flesh. Julie only had time to gasp before Hilda wiped the place with a pad of cotton soaked in something that stung. Julie stood stock still and silent as Hilda reached for a container and sprinkled talc over Julie's navel area and then around her crotch as well. She felt Hilda's warm hands patting the powder around, then applying a little more. Julie didn't usually do that after a bath, but she was beyond caring. She just wanted to get into bed and forget about her disastrous bathtime. She still didn't think it was fair.

`Now, come with me,' Hilda commanded, leading the naked girl into the passage outside.

To Julie's embarrassment, Greta was sweeping down the passage towards them. She looked so tall and beautiful in her black dress. Hilda stopped, and Julie tried to slip behind her. She felt quite pathetic, naked and with powder all over her too. Greta smiled at Julie and Hilda.

`Hullo Julie. You look nice and clean,' Greta said.

As Julie tried to return a smile, Hilda responded for her.

`She is, Greta, but I caught her doing something not very nice in the bath.'

`Oh?' said Greta, stopping and looking closely at Julie. `What were you doing?'

Julie hung her head and tried again to get behind Hilda. She couldn't speak.

`She was masturbating,' Hilda said. Julie felt the word boom through her head again.

Greta's eyes widened.

`How dreadful,' she said with a tone of disgust. She bent and looked directly at Julie.

`You're a very naughty little girl. I hope you learn your lesson,' she said. She straightened up and looked at Hilda.

`All right Hilda, I'll speak to you tomorrow,' she said, and walked quickly away down the corridor.

Julie waited until Greta's footsteps faded, then could contain her grief no longer. She was wailing loudly as Hilda led her into her bedroom.

Without a further word, Hilda sat on Julie's bed, swung the girl over her lap and administered a serious spanking. During the first few swats, Julie thought with regret of all the questions she was going to ask Hilda tonight, about Mary, and who's room she was in, and where her clothes were, but all of these carefully planned enquiries flew out the half open window along with the sound of Julie's sobbing. She even lost her self-pity. As Hilda explained between smacks, she had been very naughty. Julie realised that it was naughty to do anything down there. You didn't need to do much, it was still naughty. She had been very bad, and deserved to be dealt with. The smacks continued until Julie was lost in a fog of physical misery she hadn't felt for years.

Julie didn't object as Hilda tugged another pair of the thick undies over Julie's rump. Then she opened the bottom drawer of the chest by the wall, and took out a big, floppy garment. Julie lay back, sniffling, as Hilda slid the girl's limbs into the soft, pale pink fabric. Julie arched her back as Hilda's fingers ran up her spine as the woman closed a long zipper. Julie felt the pressure of stretch bands at her thighs and wrists, and looked down dumbly at her front. Above her rounded tummy were some big, colourful letters.

`Let's see if you can't live up to what that says,' Hilda said, more kindly this time, noting Julie's puzzled gaze. 

Julie managed, between her sobs, to decode the big, upside down letters.

`G-O-O-D G-I-R-L', she read to herself.

She screwed up her eyes as Hilda held Julie's legs aside, pulled back the bedclothes and slid the girl's legs beneath. Julie felt the covers being pulled up to her neck, and tried to stop her sniffling as Hilda kissed her forehead.

`I can be a good girl,' Julie thought to herself. `I didn't mean to be naughty.'

Hilda turned out the light, and stood by the bed in the darkness. The girl's unhappy sniffling subsided quite quickly, and her breathing became deep and regular. Hilda kissed her charge gently once again, and quietly left the room.

Next morning, Julie lay on her back in the pleasant territory between sleep and wakefulness as she heard Hilda open the curtains in the bedroom. Julie kept her eyes shut as she listened to Hilda moving around quietly.

`Good morning dear,' Hilda whispered as she gently pulled back the bedclothes.

Julie shivered in the relative cool, but didn't open her eyes. She wondered if Hilda meant her to get up, then started as she felt the light touch of Hilda's hand between her thighs. Then she felt the woman replace the covers. Julie thought for a moment, then realised with some embarrassment that Hilda had been checking to see if she was wet. Of course she wasn't. Julie turned onto her side, away from the intruding woman.

`It's alright baby, you can stay in bed for a while. Then you can have a swim. I'll run your bath,' Hilda said, and Julie heard no more sounds from her.

Julie wondered if she was to have a bath every morning and every evening. Plus a swim. She certainly would be clean, she thought, then tried to get back into the dream Hilda had interrupted.

Julie drifted back to sleep.

She woke again some time later. She opened her eyes and blinked in the brightness of the morning. The window at the end of the room was still open, and she could fell on her face the crispness of the morning. It would have to warm up before she wanted a swim, she thought. The thought of the water reminded her that she need to go to the bathroom, and she swung her legs out of the bed and stood up, still a little wobbly with sleep.

Julie turned around, and saw her reflection it the mirror above the small dresser opposite the bed. She looked at herself quietly for a moment. Her hair was a little messy, but the pink garment she had on made her look quite unlike the Julie she usually saw in the mirror. It was like a one-piece short jump suit, but with long arms. The legs puffed out a little from the softly shirred waist, and tightened at the openings around her thighs with a band of elasticated material. She ran her fingers across the words on her chest. The letters were appliqu‚d onto the soft flannelette material. Julie turned around, watching her profile. Again, she thought of her small breasts. She started to think of the embarrassment of last night, seeing Greta in the hall, but was diverted by the need to use the bathroom. As well as a pee, she needed to poo. Or crap, she thought, correcting herself. Just because everything was a bit Pollyanna here, she could still use her usual words to herself, she decided.

She headed out into the silent hall, and walked quickly to the bathroom. The big bath was full, with the tap turned off. Hilda was nowhere to be seen. Julie went to the toilet, went to slide her pants down and remembered the zipper. Her arms weren't long enough to reach. She bent this way and that, then realised she needed help. Her body had been almost ready to go, so with an effort, she halted her internal proceedings and walked back into the hallway. She looked each way for a sign of Hilda. The house seemed very quiet, and she didn't want to call out.

She made her way to the top of the landing she had stood on the previous evening, and looked down into the spacious area below. There was a big bunch of fresh flowers in a jar on a table down there, she saw, but the space was empty and quiet. She clenched her pelvic floor upward in response to a slight spasm. Maybe Hilda was in one of the other rooms up here, she thought.

Julie quickly returned to the upstairs hall, and looked in her bedroom as she passed. Hilda wasn't in there. She tried the other doors in rapid succession. Several were locked, and one opened into a kind of small living room. She hurried back to the landing.

`Hilda!' she called as quietly as she could while still hoping that she would be heard. Her tummy rumbled, and she thought for a moment of trying the zipper again, then thought that she had tried that as hard as she could.

Tentatively, she advanced a few steps down the stairs. The stepping movement seemed to increase her urgency.

`Hilda!' she called, louder this time.

She stood on the landing, and felt herself beginning to sweat slightly.

`Hilda!' she tried again, and squeezed her legs together. She hoped Hilda would come soon. She had run the bath. Where was she?

Julie turned to go back upstairs, but found that the first step up she took made things worse. She felt trapped on the landing.

`Hilda, please!' she called. `Please, Hilda!' she added, hoping that the little surge she felt hadn't resulted in anything in her pants. She gripped the balustrade and looked around desperately for the woman, or for her mom or even Greta.

`Mom!' she called without thinking further.

Julie realised that she was in real trouble. She should have gone last night after dinner. Everything she had eaten must have gone right through to the end part of her tummy, or whatever it was. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, blinked her eyes and felt her sweat mingling with tears. She resolved to run back to the bathroom and try the zipper again.

She started pooing her pants as she turned to go back up the stairs. Oh God no, she thought, and tried to stop the smooth flow, but her body had its way. She stood still, not daring to move and feel what she had done any more than she could now. Her tears began flowing as easily as her bowels had, and she gave in to her shame and self-pity. She had tried the zipper, she thought, she really had.

Footsteps clattered across the floor below the stairs. Julie saw the top of Greta's head. Julie was rooted to the spot, and tried to stifle her sobs.

Greta looked up, and Julie met her eyes with a torrent of helpless tears as her bladder released as well. She let go of the balustrade and clamped one hand to her sodden crotch.

Greta watched the girl for a moment with her eyebrows raised.

`I.had an accident,' Julie managed and began to bawl in earnest. She just wanted someone to help her. `Mommy!' she wailed. Where was her mommy?

`It's alright darling,' said Hilda, appearing behind her and gently taking her free hand from the rail.

Something passed between the two women, and Greta nodded to Hilda before walking away.

Julie clutched Hilda's hand as the woman took her back up the stairs to the bathroom.

Still sobbing, Julie let Hilda take off the little jumpsuit and she stood with her legs apart as the big woman carefully lowered her soiled panties. Hilda dropped the panties' contents into the toilet as Julie stood with a towel around her shoulders, trying to explain between sobs the circumstances of her infantile accident.

Hilda put the panties into a white bucket under the hand basin and consoled the girl as she wiped her messy rear, and then lifted Julie bodily into the bath.

This morning's bath was different than last night's. Hilda did all the soaping and washing, while Julie continued her erratic explanation.

`It's alright, baby, girls have accidents sometimes. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Just enjoy your bath, It's alright, really. Everyone understands,' she said soothingly.

Julie was finding it hard to understand how it could be alright. She hadn't had an accident for, for ages. She remembered one time on a swing, and another time at the playground. But that was a long time ago. And another time at school. Francene had one the same day. They were in Mrs Martin's class. That was a long time ago. It seemed a long time ago, anyway. Julie wondered how long ago it really was. She thought of the feeling she had on the landing. Greta had seen her. Julie began crying again.

`Shh, baby, shh,' cooed Hilda. `I'll make it all better, just relax.'

Julie calmed down. She tried to concentrate on the silly duck Hilda had given her. It was better than going through what had happened. Hilda leant over and squeezed the duck, which made a strange sort of plasticky quack. Julie giggled in spite of herself and Hilda ruffled her wet hair. Julie began to feel a little better. It had been an accident, after all.

After another brisk drying session, Hilda and Julie retuned to Julie's bedroom. Julie waited quietly on the bed for Hilda to get her some clothes.

`It's warming up, I think it's a swimming day,' said Hilda airily. `Are you a good swimmer?' she asked, turning to Julie.

`Not really,' said Julie, wiping a final sniffle away with the back of her hand. She looked cautiously at Hilda, who laughed in return.

`Well, you'll still enjoy it,' said Hilda. `Legs up!'

Julie lay back on the bed. She saw that Hilda had a pair of even thicker briefs in her hand.

`A diaper!' Julie thought with horror.

`It's ok, it's not a diaper,' said Hilda, reading the girl's features. `It's a bit thicker than your others, just in case.'

Julie breathed in. The pants crinkled slightly as Hilda pulled them up Julie's legs. As Hilda turned to the chest of drawers again, Julie felt the side of the pants. It wasn't a diaper, she was relieved to discover, but the material seemed to slide over itself under her fingers.

Hilda turned and smiled at the girl. 

`They're just like ordinary panties,' she assured Julie, `But they will also help just in case you need it, and don't worry, they won't show. Lots of girls wear them, even big girls.'

Julie wasn't so sure. She knew about periods, of course, but these were a bit different. Then again, she had had an awful accident only a little while ago, and would be glad of them in case anything like that started to happen again. Her tummy still felt somewhat delicate. And if they didn't show it wouldn't be so bad.

This time, instead of the blue track suit, Hilda got out a cream t-shirt. It had a duck on the front.

`Another duck!' Hilda laughed as she slipped the tee over Julie's upstretched arms.

Julie laughed too. Ducks were nice, happy things. Anything to forget pooing.well, to forget what had happened.

Hilda took a pair of cream overalls from one of the drawers, and Julie stepped into them. They were a bit like the overalls she had worn when she and her mom had painted her old bedroom, only fancier. They were made of soft, ribbed material, and as Hilda pulled up the straps and fastened them in front, Julie felt slightly put out that the duck had almost disappeared under the bib.

`It's ok, there's another little one on here,' said Hilda, sensing Julie's thoughts.

She held out the bib a little as Julie looked down, and sure enough, there was another duck there. Julie knew that the ducks were a bit childish, but she was glad of them this morning. Anybody would be, she thought, after what had happened.

`And guess what, secret ducks!' Hilda said, holding up a pair of shoes soles first for Julie to see.

There was a duck on each sole, as a sort of tread. Julie laughed and looked up at Hilda. She was feeling a lot better now. She had never had such a tricky pair of shoes. She thought of her mom, and wanted to show her, and make her mom laugh too.

Julie waited impatiently as Hilda helped her on with her socks, tied the pink duck-soled sneakers and put a couple of ribbons in her pigtails.

`There,' said Hilda at last. `Finished, and don't you look lovely!'

Julie was keen to find her mom, but at Hilda's compliment she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.

She tired to wipe the grin off her face as she turned in front of the mirror. Compared with her painting overalls, these were very upmarket. She noticed that her pants did push the overalls out a little around her front and bottom, but then overalls were like that.

Hilda helped her smooth the sides of the overalls over her training pants. 

`You look just fine to me,' Hilda announced, and with a last grin at herself, Julie ran out of the room and downstairs to find her mom.

She had just reached the dreaded landing when Greta came into view in the hall.

`Slow down, child,' the lady said, then paused, looking at Julie, who had almost skidded to a halt on the landing.

`You look lovely,' Greta added with a smile. `You mommy is outside having breakfast.'

Julie's embarrassed uncertainty vanished.

`Thank you,' she said happily, and trotted down the stairs to find her mom.

Julie found her mom sitting with Greta at a table on the wide patio outside the dining room they had eaten in the night before. Both women were wearing smooth one piece swimsuits. Greta's was black, and Julie's mom's was bright pink with a colorful hibiscus pattern. Julie was proud to see that her mom's body was just as good as Greta's.

Jane smiled at her daughter as she approached.

`Hello darling,' she said. `Don't you look gorgeous!'

Julie smiled and looked at her shoes. She wasn't used to everyone thinking she looked nice. The most she had ever got before were jealous comments from her friends about her trim bum, or leering glances from the boys she and her friends hung with. This was different. Everyone really liked the way she looked. Julie turned around for her mom, and sat where her mom had had indicated.

The adults must have been here a while, Julie thought. They were up to coffee, and there were lots of empty plates around.

Hilda arrived, and began to clear up the plates.

`Julie, cook has made some lovely breakfast for you to have after your swim. How do you feel now, sweetie?' she asked, stroking the top of Julie's head as she cleared some things from in front of the girl.

`OK,' said Julie quietly. The less said the better, she thought.

`Julie had an accident this morning,' Hilda said conversationally. `But she's all cleaned up and happy now, aren't you dear?'

Jane looked kindly at Julie, who was blushing hotly.

`Greta told me, baby. Don't worry, it happens,' she said, putting her hand on her daughter's arm.

`Anyway, she's got some nice new pants on, and everything will be alright,' said Hilda, turning to go back to the house with a tray of plates.

`They're not diapers, they're just like ordinary pants,' Julie said quickly, then regretted having said anything. Her new pants were the last thing she wanted to draw attention to. She was wearing those funny pants, but she was nearly sixteen and it had been an accident.

Jane looked down at Julie's seated bottom, and gave her daughter's thigh a pat.

`I'm sure Hilda has given you whatever you need to be comfortable and happy,' Jane said, and returned her attention to her coffee. She took up some discussion with Greta and Julie was glad that the talk about her clothing seemed over.

Hilda came back from the kitchen, and asked Julie if she were ready for her swim.

`Mary is going for a swim too,' said Hilda.

Julie was keen to see her mysterious new friend, and eagerly followed Hilda to the change room at the end of the patio, near the sparkling pool.

Julie had already undone the top of her overalls as they walked through the door, and Hilda soon had the stripped to her training pants. Julie noticed that Hilda discreetly checked the inside of the pants as she put them aside.

`I'm not wet or anything, Hilda,' said Julie somewhat plaintively. Just because she had had one accident didn't mean she was going to go in her pants all the time, she thought.

`I know baby,' said Hilda. `Look, here's Mary!'

In her excitement, Julie wriggled from Hilda's hands and rushed towards the door.

`Hey! Put some clothes on!' Hilda laughed. Julie stopped near the door. Oops, she thought, I must be getting too used to not having anything on in front of people.

Hilda brought her back into the change room. Julie could see Mary outside, testing the pool water, and looking a little comical with a fat yellow inflatable waterwing on each arm. Mary wore only bikini pants, and Julie hoped she would at least have a top. At least Mary didn't have any more up top than she did, Julie thought with a sneaking satisfaction. 

Hilda produce a pair of the same bikini pants and held them out for Julie to step in. Julie did so, and noticed that the fabric felt cold and smooth against her skin.

`Don't worry, they've just got a liner inside. Look, they've got swimming teddies on them,' Hilda said, pulling the crotch outwards so Julie could see.

While Julie was looking at the pattern, Hilda tied the waistband at the rear. Julie had hardly ever been to a pool, and only had one swimsuit, a plain blue one piece that was quite different than this bikini bottom.

`Can't I have a top?' Julie asked, holding one hand over her flat little breasts.

Hilda laughed kindly.

`Not when you don't need one, sweetie. Mary doesn't wear a top, and I'm sure your mom and Greta have seen plenty of little girl's bare chests before. Anyway, you're lucky. I'd like to still be able to get around without a silly top!' Hilda said, and patted Julie on the bottom.

Julie felt slightly consoled, but still felt embarrassed when she walked out to the patio. Mary had climbed into the pool, and Julie responded to her mom's call and walked over to the table.

`Julie I don't think you've thanked Greta for the lovely room you're in, have you darling?' she said.

Julie stood awkwardly in front of the two seated women. She looked at her mom's generous breasts, round and soft beneath the coloured and contoured lycra of the swimsuit. She could see the stitching around the support wires under the suit's cups, and felt for the nth time her own lack of development in that area. Greta looked the same as Julie's mom, and when Julie lowered her eyes she saw the v-shaped swell of her hostess's lower tummy under the tight, black fabric. She wondered when she would be an adult, and be wearing adult swimsuits like those. I'm certainly not an adult now, she thought. I even wet and messed myself this morning, and.

`Julie, where are you baby?' asked Jane, laughing as she stretched an arm around her daughter's waist and drew her close.

`Sorry mommy,' Julie said, then remembered what she had been called for.

`Thank you for having me, Greta, and thank you for the room. It's beautiful and, and.' Julie felt she should be more thankful, and tried to think of what to say. `...and.so are you!' she blurted suddenly.

She hadn't meant to say that, it just came out. Hugely embarrassed, she turned and ran back to Hilda who was near the pool. The two women laughed and continued their conversation.

Mary had got out of the pool, and stood with Hilda.

`Julie, this is Mary,' Hilda said. `Mary, Julie.'

After this formal introduction, the two girls stood looking at one another. They were almost the same height, both quite small for their ages. If anything, Julie was slightly plumper, she noticed, and while Julie had pigtails, Mary had blonde bangs.

`Hello Julie,' said Mary.

`Hello,' said Julie.

`I'll get some wings for you,' Mary said suddenly and dashed off.

Hilda sat on a bench near the pool and watched the girls as Mary showed Julie how to wear the blow-up wings.

Jane and Greta watched as well, glad that the girls seemed to hit it off so easily.

`These pants are funny,' said Julie. Mary had the same, and Julie wanted to know why they didn't have ordinary swim pants, even without the tops.

`It's in case you go naughties in the pool,' said Mary unconcernedly. `You have to ask Hilda or mommy if you want to go.'

`Oh,' said Julie. That was not really what she wanted to hear. She hoped that her accident would soon be forgotten and that she could go back to proper underwear soon.

The two girls played happily in the pool for a while. The water was warm, and Julie realised that of course it would be heated. It was fun playing with the things Mary had in the pool, and Julie was glad of the plastic fence that divided the shallow part where they were from the deeper part she saw beyond it. She really wasn't a good swimmer.

`Breakfast, babies!' announced Hilda after a time. 

Julie and Mary looked up to see another lady in an apron setting out food and drink on a lower table near their moms.

Julie was quite hungry, and clambered out with Mary. The girls stood still while Hilda took off their waterwings, and then they hurried to the table and sat on the plastic seats.

Julie felt her bottom sliding a little on the seat with the lining in her bikini, but ignored the odd feeling and started on the orange juice in the plastic tumbler in front of her. She looked at Mary who sat opposite, and the girls giggled.

It was not so bad not having a top on, Julie decided. Mary looked quite happy, and Julie felt happy too. The other lady brought more food as the girls ate, and soon Julie was quite full again. She even had to slide the tight top of her bikini down under her tummy a bit to be comfortable. Julie burped, looked at Mary, who smirked at her, and giggled.

`Come on girls,' Hilda said at last, as the other lady took the breakfast things away. Julie looked around and noticed that the adults had gone inside.

Hilda took them back to the change room.

`Anyone need the bathroom?' she asked. 

Julie took her up on the offer for safety sake, and sat naked on the toilet off the changeroom while Mary chattered to Hilda.

Finishing her business, Julie went back to the change area where she was stunned to see Mary lying on a bench while Hilda wrapped a thick white thing around her loins.

`Mary needs a little more than you do at the moment, Julie,' said Hilda. 

Julie looked at Mary, who looked slightly embarrassed and turned her head away from the other girl. Julie felt sorry for her.

Hilda then powdered Julie's crotch and helped her into her training pants, and the two girls stood shivering slightly as Hilda helped them on with their respective clothes. Julie was back in her overalls, while Mary had a short skirt over her diaper and patterned plastic pants, and a bright top.

Hilda took the wet swim wear back to the house and left the girls to play.

`Mary,' said Julie when Hilda had gone. `What did you do that was naughty yesterday?'

`Nothing,' answered Mary shortly.

Julie blinked for a moment. That wasn't a very helpful answer, she thought.

`Are those diapers?' she asked again, looking at the bulk under Mary's pleated skirt.

`They're just my pants,' said Mary, looking back at Julie with some defiance.

`Don't be rotten,' Mary added suddenly. `If you're rotten to me I'll tell my mom and your mom and you'll get spanked,' she said with tears beginning to rim her eyes. `I know you have accidents too and anyway I went all yesterday, nearly all yesterday without anything happening at all. Mommy said you would be my friend!' she concluded unhappily.

Julie was taken aback. She didn't mean to upset her new pal, and tried to make up lost ground.

`I'm sorry, I had an accident too, I do like you. We are friends aren't we?' she said urgently.

Julie was once again confused. She wasn't a littlie at school or anything, and here she was desperate to stay friends with another little girl, another girl, she corrected herself, and anyway, they both had sort of diapers on.

The girls moved towards each other at the same time, intending to hug or kiss to overcome the mutual unhappy awkwardness. Their heads banged together with a light thud, and after they had recovered from the momentary shock, they both giggled.

`Sorry,' they said in unison and giggled again.

Suddenly, Mary reached out and tickled Julie just above her hips. Julie responded by attacking Mary in the same way. The pair was soon rolling on the floor, until Mary stopped giggling abruptly and sat up.

`What's up,' Julie enquired.

`I'm wet,' said Mary quietly. `I have to get Hilda.'

`I'll get her,' said Mary. She felt to blame, and anyway wasn't sure what to say to Mary, so wanted out.

Julie found Hilda in the kitchen, arranging flowers.

`What is it baby?' asked Hilda.

`Er, Mary needs.'

`Oh, a change?' Hilda asked.

Julie nodded.

`It was sort of my fault,' she explained. `We were tickling, and.'

`Don't worry,' said Hilda cheerfully, putting her secateurs down amongst the flower stems on the benchtop. `That's what diapers are for. And how about you, missy? Do you need a change?'

Now it was Julie's turn to be miffed.

`No,' she said emphatically, and followed Hilda out to the pool change room.

On the way, Julie lost a little of her hurt pride. She realised that she couldn't be absolutely sure she was completely dry, and dropping back a little, put her hand to her crotch and rubbed the thick layers of fabric around slightly. She was dry, she decided with relief, and trotted after Hilda. They found Mary lying back on the bench with her skirt up over her tummy, legs already spread and cartoon covered plastic pants on display. 

`You can wait here for a moment, Julie,' said Hilda.

Mary smiled at Julie from her sideways position, and Julie sat on the bench against the opposite wall.

Julie found it strange to see Hilda change Mary right in front of her. Hilda moved quickly and efficiently, while Mary seemed didn't seem embarrassed at all to be so exposed.

Julie tried not to look to closely, out of politeness, but found herself compelled nonetheless, and kept staring whenever she thought Hilda or Mary were unable to see her. It was just like watching a baby being diapered. Julie could see how heavy and wet the old diaper was, and watched Hilda shake talc all over Mary's crotch before wrapping around her a big, fluffy cloth diaper just like a baby would have. Julie knew Mary had been wearing a diaper, but it was still something of a shock to see that it was a real baby diaper.

`Are you still dry, Julie?' asked Hilda as Mary said thank you and stood up.

`Yes,' said Julie, then felt cross again. She didn't wet her pants, and Hilda kept asking her. Except for accidents, she quickly allowed herself.

Soon Julie and Mary were back outside. Hilda said she would call the pair for lunch, and Mary showed Julie around the garden. 

Julie was surprised at how un-self-conscious Mary was about her diaper. Her skirt barely covered the bulge of her cartoon-covered plastic pants, and the thick crotch of the diaper was about level with the hem of the skirt. The pair spent some time picking rhododendron flowers at the bottom of the rambling garden, and as Mary reached up to the blooms her skirt rode well above her diaper. It reminded Julie of her friends at pre-school.

After they had amassed several bunches of flowers for Hilda, Julie suggested a walk down an inviting path. Mary wasn't keen however, and wanted to go back to the house.

`Have you wet your diaper?' asked Julie in the nicest tone she could manage.

`Just a little bit,' replied Mary. `I don't really need it, it's just for emergencies.'

Julie wondered about this. She thought Mary was in diapers all the time.

Mary was more than just a little bit wet, too, thought Julie, as she walked behind her friend. Her friend's diaper was sagging well below the bottom of her skirt.

Hilda was pleased with the flowers, and changed Mary with hardly a word, again asking if Julie needed a change too.

Hilda complimented Julie on being dry, and for a moment Julie felt quite superior, before remembering that she was always dry and didn't need even the training pants she was wearing.

Lunch was a repeat of breakfast. Apparently Jane and Greta had eaten, and Julie and Mary sat at their own table in a corner of the kitchen and enjoyed a big lunch. Julie was glad when Hilda suggested a rest for the girls.

Julie went upstairs first, following Hilda. The girl supposed that Mary would go to her room too. She reminded herself to ask Mary about where her room was - while they were in the garden Julie had been too busy with the flowers and with watching Mary's diapered bum, if the truth be known.

Julie lay on her bed under the top cover. Hilda had taken off her overalls, and after extracting a promise from Julie that she would `be a good girl' (Julie knew exactly what she meant) left Julie in just her training pants and tee-shirt.

Julie wasn't really tired, and couldn't get to sleep. Feeling a little more confident about her surroundings, she decided to at least explore a little of what she had discovered so far.

Quietly getting out of bed, she went to the door, feeling quite sneaky as she poked her head round the door into the empty hallway.

Julie closed the door to her room behind her, and headed for the small living room she had seen the day before, and found the door ajar as it had been the previous evening. It opened further with a tiny squeak, and Julie stood still for a moment on the threshold.

Walking on tip-toe, the girl entered the room. It was comfortably furnished, and Julie looked around to see if there was any indication of whose room it was. She wondered if it was Mary's room. If it was, Julie thought, she's lucky to have her own private living area like this. But on closer inspection, there was nothing to show it was Mary's domain. There were no photos anywhere or anything, in fact.

Julie found a door leading off the room, and opened it very slowly. It was a bedroom, she could see. She glanced past a bed, and her eyes widened as she recpognised the bag she had arrived at the house with.

Excitedly, Julie rushed over to the bag and picked it up. The zip top was open, and she looked inside. On top of everything else in there was her burgundy thong. Julie grinned, then froze as she hear the squeak of the door to the hall. She jumped behind the door she had just walked through.

Heavy footsteps approached the door she was behind, and Julie saw the shadow of someone looking though the opening. The girl stood motionless, holding her breath. Whoever it was in the doorway didn't move either for a moment, made a short `huh' noise, and closed the door.

Julie waited until the footsteps had receded, then put her bag back where she found it and left the room, walked through the little living room, and 

`Julie dear!' she heard as soon as she had got back to the hall. Julie recognised Hilda's voice and, heart thumping, she ducked into the bathroom two doors down from her own room. She was about to pull her trainers down and sit on the toilet when she heard Hilda's quick footsteps and almost instantly the door opened.

Julie stared at Hilda, and simultaneously became aware of her pants being very wet. In fact she was peeing now, and felt her warm pee running down her inner thighs. She gasped, and clenched her small fist around the thong she still held in her hand.

Wondering when she had wet herself, and trying desperately to stem the flow of pee, Julie looked at Hilda.

`Pee pee,' was all she could manage, and quickly flicked her thong behind her as Hilda approached. Julie hoped the little piece of fabric would end up behind the toilet or somewhere out of sight.

`Never mind, baby,' said Hilda.

Julie was glad not to have been discovered snooping, but wasn't happy about wetting herself. She hadn't felt so frightened that she would do that, but could hardly discuss the matter with Hilda.

`Poor baby,' said Hilda. `I'll make you nice and comfortable so that you can just sleep without worrying about your silly old pants.'

Julie didn't have long to wonder what this meant, as Hilda took from a cupboard a white terry diaper.

As Hilda dusted Julie's tummy with talc, the girl started crying. She knew that she had been wearing training pants, but they allowed the wearer to consider that the problem was not permanent, and Julie knew that her accident had been because she couldn't reach the zipper on her clothing. But this was a bit different. Sure, she had been anxious, but she had soaked herself, and hadn't even felt herself doing it. And now Hilda must think she had woken up needing the toilet, and then wet like a baby before she could get to the toilet. The worst thing was that she couldn't tell Hilda anything else. She was still sniffling as Hilda pulled a pair of plastic pants gently over her diaper.

`I'm diapered,' thought Julie miserably. `I'm nearly sixteen and I'm in a diaper. I don't need one,' she tried to assure herself. `I don't need one.'

To make matters worse, when Hilda took Julie back to her room, she put her in a pair of white tights.

`These will keep you more comfortable, baby,' said Hilda.

The woman looked at Julie. The little girl's sniffles had escalated to sobs again, and she had buried her head in Hilda's ample breasts.

`I know you feel bad, sweetie,' said Hilda. `But you need to wear something now. Mary needs the same as you do, so you're not alone. Just try to think of nice things, and you'll soon be off to sleep again.'

Hilda helped Julie into bed. 

What does she mean I need to wear something now, thought Julie as she sobbed it her pillow. I'm not turning into a baby, I'm nearly sixteen. I'm at school, she reminded herself, and clear images of her pre-school activities room flooded into her head.

`Mrs Martin, Julie's wet her pants!' a voice from her past called. 

Julie shook her head. She was at big school, not pre-school.

The voice from her past wouldn't let her go. Julie saw the owner of the voice materialise in her mind. It was her friend Francene.

`Look Mrs Martin, she's all wet,' said the memory of Francene with glee. `Julie needs a diaper!'

The memory of Mrs Martin pulling a diaper between Julie's legs was as realistic as the tug of Hilda's strong hands a few minutes before.

`.need to wear something now.' thought Julie as she cried herself to sleep.

Julie slept fitfully, and after a half hour or so found herself lying awake, looking at the ceiling. She moved this way and that, trying to find a comfortable position for the bulky towelling between her thighs. She gave up, and lay on her back again, wondering. Her thoughts seemed to clear as she considered her predicament. Then she thought of the little black thong panties she had flung behind the toilet pan earlier in the evening.

`They're my pants,' Julie thought. `I shouldn't be wearing this horrible diaper.'

Carefully, she eased herself out of bed. She stood quietly, and ran her little fingers across her thickly padded crotch. At least she didn't have that zipper thing on, she thought with relief.

Without making a sound, she crept to the door and tried the handle. Of course, she thought, there's no reason for it to be locked. Opening the door, she tiptoed across the hallway and opened the bathroom door. It was pitch black inside, and she had to feel around to find the curl of fabric, which she grasped in quiet triumph, then more felt than walked her way back to the hall and into her bedroom.

By the moonlight flooding through the bedroom window, Julie stripped off her diaper. Still dry, she thought, then remembered that it would be dry. She wasn't a baby.

It wasn't easy to squirm into the thong. Maybe it's shrunk, she thought. In the steam in the bathroom. The girl finally got the straps arranged over her hips, and felt with satisfaction the tight, flat triangle of fabric covering her little mound. Despite the tightness of the garment, she felt pleased as she climbed back into bed. Sleep came quickly, and Julie dreamt of all the grownup things she had done in that same thong. Cruising with boys in their cars.going to the mall.shopping for clothes.even smoking dope with her friends. She resolved to escape this madhouse, and maybe take the other girl with her. What about stealing her mother's car, she thought with a sly smile.

She fell asleep, still plotting.

In the living room below, the elegant lady in black was talking to Julie's mom.

`So, you see, she's really just a child. That's why she needs her diaper. Another drink?' the tall woman said.

Julie's mother swayed slightly in her seat. She had been watching the bright brooch on the other woman's chest as she talked.

`Just a child, yes, she is,' said Julie's mom sleepily, and let her empty glass crash to the floor as she leant back in the comfortable chair, her eyes closing.

The other woman smiled.

`Hilda!' she called.

Hilda was up with the sun, as usual.

After preparing Greta's breakfast, she did her rounds. She woke Jane, who was somewhat groggy after her drinks of the previous evening, and woke, bathed and changed Mary.

Then she went to Julie's room. The girl's chubby cheeks were quite rosy in the cool breeze which wafted through the slightly open window. Hilda opened the window fully. Fresh air is so good for children, she thought.

Stepping back from the window, Hilda felt something soft beneath her heel and looked down. The little bitch, she told herself in her next breath. She picked up the bulky little bundle of Julie's diaper and plastic pants, and strode to the head of the girl's bed.

`Get out,' she said brusquely, giving Julie's shoulder a rough shake.

Julie opened her eyes and stared at the bundle in Hilda's hand.

Oh God, she thought. Why didn't I put them under the bed or something.

`Out!' said Hilda, and pulled the bedclothes back, revealing Julie's apparently naked bottom and a large wet circle on the lower sheet. She hauled Julie from the bed and stood her up.

If Hilda was cross that Julie had taken off her diaper during the night, she was furious when she saw what had replaced them.

Julie was shivering with both cold and fear. She crossed her hands over her groin, but Hilda pulled them aside. The girl stood in her cartooned t-shirt and began to cry.

Hilda inserted a fat finger into the top of the little triangle, and dragged Julie from the room. She half pulled Julie out of the bedroom, into the hall and down the stairs. Julie was sobbing lustily.

`Look what this little girl is wearing,' announced Hilda as she held Julie's arms behind her, shoving the girl into the alcove where Greta and Jane were enjoying their coffee.

Julie was almost beside herself, and looked to her mother for help. Jan merely regarded her with a sad gaze, and Julie looked in desperation to Greta.

`I believe that dreadful little panty is called a thong,' said Greta airily. 

`You're much to young to wear something like that, aren't you, Julie?' she enquired mildly.

Julie replied by sobbing despite trying to bite her lower lip. She began to wet herself, and squirmed helplessly to release her arms to cover her embarrassment.

`And they look about two sizes too small,' continued Greta. `You're getting quite chubby. Take her away, Hilda, and dress her more appropriately. See if she's got any more slutty little panties hidden away, and don't forget to spank her. Oh, and get rid of that awful little mat of hair from the child. It looks ridiculous.'

Jane looked at her daughter with disappointment as Hilda led the crying child away. Both women looked with distaste at the pool of urine Julie had left on the floor.

Julie's thoughts rushed through her head. They're my pants, she thought defiantly, and I'm not chubby. She tried to pull away from Hilda, but ceased instantly as the woman landed a hard slap on her bare buns.

It didn't take Hilda long to cut the thong from Julie's rump with a large pair of scissors, then soap and shave the girl prior to bathing her. Julie was outraged, but scared enough not to resist. Her crying, which had resolved itself into mute fear and anger, began anew as Hilda rubbed a stinging lotion into her crotch.

`That will take care for your hair for quite a while,' Hilda said as she finished applying the stinging cream to Julie's sensitive skin.

`You bitch,' said Julie suddenly, between sobs.

`Makes my job easier,' said Hilda shortly, settling her stout frame on the side of the bath and, flipping Julie over her thighs, administering the first of a dozen solid spanks.

Minutes later, Julie was still blubbering as she sat naked on her bed. When she had calmed down, Hilda asked her to stand, and efficiently stripped the bed.

`How much do you weigh, dear?' asked Hilda.

The woman's kind tone took Julie by surprise.

`S..six stone seven,' said Julie.

Hilda produced a set of scales from beneath the bed.

`Hop on,' she said.

Julie obeyed, and looked down at the spinning dial.

`Nearly nine stone,' said Hilda. `No wonder those tarty little pants were too tight.'

Julie looked dumbly at the scales. She had to peer forward, as her rounded tummy obscured her direct view.

`I'm fat,' she wailed. 

Years of exposure to images of slender advertising models increased the girl's consternation. She really was getting fat.

`Just nicely chubby, I think,' said Hilda. `See?' she continued, opening the door of the locked robe in the room and gently leading Julie to a position right in front of the tall mirror inside the door.

Julie stared at the plump little girl in the mirror. She had clearly discernable rolls of fat around her waist, and her thick, short legs met in a bald pubic mound between her legs. Julie was horrified. Once again, she burst into tears.

`Now, I've got some clothes for you, baby.'

Julie was almost in shock as she lay back on the bed. Hilda powdered and wrapped a thick cloth diaper around her hips, and pulled a pair of pink rubber pants over the diaper. Thick tights followed, and an infantile smock, pink lace-trimmed socks and bright pink shoes with ducks on the buckles. Hilda teased Julie's hair into tight pigtails, and tied pink ribbons around them.

`All finished, baby. Want to see?' said Hilda, turning Julie to the mirror once more.

Julie gaped at her reflection. She had the proportions of a toddler. Her smock barely reached her waist, which was thickly padded by the diaper that enveloped her almost to her chest and bulged hugely under the thick white tights.

`Now, let's go and show mommy and Greta what a nice little girl you can be,' ordered Hilda, taking Julie's hand and leading her back downstairs.

Mary was standing in the atrium, wearing sneakers, jeans over her diaper and a downsized college sweater. She watched in silence as Hilda and Julie reached the foot of the stairs.

Julie avoided her friend's eyes as Hilda let go of her hand.

`Mommy!' Julie cried as she caught sight of Jane, and waddled towards her as fast as she could.

She felt her bladder release as she concentrated on reaching her destination.

Julie reached the table where her mother was sitting and wrapped her arms around her.

`Julie darling,' said Jane, pushing the girl away with some annoyance, `Not quite so early in the morning, please. Mommy's trying to have her breakfast.'

Julie looked desperately at Greta, who sat in her usual sphinx-like pose at the other side of the table, then back at the less forbidding form of her mother.

Her lower lip quivered as she pulled up her smock, exposing the vast bulk of her diapers and rubber pants beneath her white tights.

`I'm fat, mommy, I've got all fat!' she wailed, then overbalanced and fell back on her big padded bottom.

She sat on the floor, bawling her heart out.

Jane looked exasperated, and Greta glanced at Julie without much interest.

`Hilda!' Greta called. `Julie, are you wet dear?' she added.

Julie heard Greta's words through her tears, and could feel her pee under her buns as she compressed her diaper against the hard floor. Recent experience had taught her obedience, and she nodded unhappily. Jane sighed and looked a Greta.

Mary, hearing her mother call for Greta, trotted into the room. She stared at Julie as she entered. 

`Mommy, I think Hilda's in the garden getting flowers,' Mary said.

Julie looked at her friend. She wondered why Mary had on jeans and not a proper diaper like she now had. Weren't both girls the same? And why wasn't Mary fat? Julie felt her stomach sink.

Julie wasn't really fat, she was just plump. Her daily diet did include a tablet, thoughtfully provided by Greta, which suppressed Julie's `satiety center', making her ravenously hungry long after she had eaten her requirements. As a result, Julie was given big serves at every meal, and was encouraged to snack on the high sugar danishes and other treats which Hilda left out for her between meals. Mary, on the other hand, was happy on a normal eating regime.

`Mary, can you please take Julie to her room. I'll ask Greta to change her when she comes in,' said Greta and went back to her newspaper.

Julie realised how ridiculous she looked, sitting on the floor in her bulky toddler clothing, in a wet diaper and crying her eyes out in front of her mother and now her friend Mary. She let Mary take her upstairs, all the while trying to figure out what was really happening to her.

`Mary,' Julie said, looking at the friend who was leading her by the hand up the stairs.

`Yes sweetie?' said Mary. 

Julie swallowed. She can't call me sweetie, she thought. We're friends. Julie sniffled and wiped her arm across her nose.

`Mary how much do you, do you erm, weigh?' Julie asked. She couldn't think of the word for a moment.

`Enough to keep me from floating away, honey!' said Mary with a laugh.

Julie felt very uncomfortable. Why couldn't Mary say properly, she thought.

`I'm fat,' Julie said.

`No you're not, darling, you're just cuddly,' said Mary lightly.

To illustrate the point, Mary stopped and turned Julie towards her. She gave her a big hug, and patted her on her rump.

Julie felt Mary's patting through the several inches of her diaper and other clothing.

They reached Julie's room. Julie was still trying to make out what was happening. Wasn't Mary her friend, and the same as her? She looked hard at the front of Mary's jeans as Mary sat her on the bed and started taking off her smock. Julie thought she could see some padding behind the zipper. It was hard to tell.

Soon, Julie was sitting in her tights and diaper. She looked down at her naked front. Despite her new plumpness she could feel everywhere else on her body, her breasts were still only slight bumps on her ribcage. She wondered why Mary was undressing her. 

Mary hoisted Julie's legs up, overbalancing the girl who with a little gasp fell backwards on her bed.

Now Julie sat in only the new, thick rubber pants Hilda had given her.

`There we are!' announced Mary, once Julie was stripped to her waist. `Hilda will be up in a minute to change you, sweetie, and make you all nice and dry!' Mary added, and kissed Julie on the forehead.

Julie was very confused. She watched Mary bundle up her smock and tights, and bend to pick up Julie's little shoes. Julie caught her breath as she saw what looked like the outline of a bra strap under Mary's white blouse.

`Mary,' Julie started to say, but caught her breath again. She began to pee again, then to cry.

`I'll get Hilda for you,' Mary said kindly, and left the room.

Hilda found Julie still lying on her bed and still crying.

`Poor baby,' the old woman said as she pulled Julie's rubber pants down.

`Oh, sweetie, you poor thing,' she said as she realised the extent of Julie's problem.

Julie could also smell what she had done. She was shocked beyond words. How could she have messed herself without even feeling it.

`I'm not a baby,' she howled. 

Hilda let her cry, then calmed her by sitting and hugging the girl. She explained to Julie that just because she was having some accidents, she shouldn't feel so upset. And Mary was just not having quite the same trouble at the moment.

Hilda wiped and powdered Julie, and changed her into a fresh large diaper and more rubber pants. She pulled more tights over her bottom, and added a pink smock with yellow ducks dancing across the shirred front panel.

Julie cheered up, and looked forward to the swim Hilda had promised her.

`Will Mary be there too,' asked Julie uncertainly.

`Yes sweetie, she'll be there. She thinks a great deal of you,' Hilda added, pleased to see the happy smile that spread across Julie's face.

`Look,' said Hilda. `I've brought you a treat!.'

Hilda got off the bed, and went to the door. She reached outside and returned with a plate of cream-filled pastries. Julie's eyes widened visibly as she reached for the first of the five.

`Thank you, Hilda!' she said with a grin.

Some time later, Hilda led Julie into the pool changing room. Julie looked around for Mary as Hilda took off her diaper. As Hilda unpinned and lifted the thick towelling away from her crotch, Julie apologised as she saw the large damp patch there. She hadn't felt herself peeing, but she knew now that those little things were just accidents, and nothing to worry about. It wasn't like really wetting yourself.

Julie bounced out of the change room, dressed in a pair of the same puffy, frilled swim diaper she and Mary usually wore to go swimming.

There was a distinct chill in the air, although the pool was warm.

`Brrr.' Julie said and crossed her hands over her chest for warmth. 

Then she almost froze, not from the cold, but from the appearance of Mary from the house.

Mary smiled as she approached. She was wearing a striped bikini. The material, something thin and elastic, Julie couldn't think of the word, stretched over Mary's young curves. Julie held her breath and bit her lip as she looked a Mary's bikini top. 

Mary's bikini was nothing daring, but it made a powerful statement to Julie, standing and shivering in her toddler's swim diaper. Julie's eyes fixed on Mary's breasts as th girl walked towards her.

`Hello sweetie!' said Mary. `Let's jump in!'

Mary carried Julie forwards by one arm and in a moment the two had splashed into the pool.

Julie was finding it increasingly hard to sort out the information her eyes and ears gave her. Mary was little, like her, and she had accidents too, but here she was looking like Julie's grownup friends. Her friends, Julie thought. She was thinking of the girls she used to hang out with. They used to go to the beach with the guys. All the girls wore bikinis like Mary's. Julie thought of her own bikini, and recalled the feeling of pulling on the top, and of flicking out the elastic under her buns at the back. My bikini, she thought.

She stood still as she peed into her swim diaper. Now she remembered that she wasn't like those girls. Hilda had told her quite firmly that if she had an accident, that she had to get out of the pool and change.

`Julie, let's go underwater!' Mary shouted, grabbing Julie by one hand.

Julie resisted. 

`I can't,' she aid.

`What's up?' asked Mary with concern.

`I'm wet,' said Julie, looking down at her swim diaper puffing out in front of her.

`You're wet?' giggled Mary, then became serious.

`Have you wet your diaper?' she asked Julie. 

Julie looked at Mary's smooth, flat crotch wavering in the moving water.

`Are you messy or did you just pee?' Mary continued.

`Jus' peed,' said Julie, close to tears again. She gripped Mary's hand. `Have to get Hilda.'

`Out we get then,' said Mary, and helped Julie up the short steps.

In the change room, Julie sat to wait for Hilda.

`I can do it,' said Mary brightly. `Hilda said I could.'

`Mary,' said Julie, looking dubiously at her friend.

`Come on, we can go and have lunch now anyway,' said Mary.

Julie brightened up, and lay back on the wide low bench in the room, and let Mary pull off her swim diapers.

It was funny to have Julie powdering and diapering her. Julie liked the feel of Mary's fingers better than Hilda's short, thick fingers, she decided. Julie even giggled when Mary tickled her.

`Let's see how long you can stay dry, baby,' said Mary, standing Julie up and patting her thickly diapered bottom.

`All day!' said Julie happily, and ran with her waddling gait towards the lunch table.

Julie ran full tilt into dining room, and paid for her haste by slipping on a rug spread over the polished parquetry.

She sat stunned for a moment, then burst into tears. A flash of self-awareness made her think how infantile she must look, and she tried to staunch her sobs, but her chest was still heaving as Hilda arrived to help her up.

Greta stood nearby, shaking her head.

`Perhaps she's not really read to be running around like that,' she remarked and turned away.

`I'll sort her out, Mistress,' said Hilda, walking in from the kitchen.

A smile spread across Greta's face.

`Jane, I think our little tearaway needs some calming down, don't you?' Greta asked Jane, who had watched the whole episode without getting up.

`The little ones are so boisterous,' Julie's mom observed.

`Quite,' said Greta.

Hilda nodded to herself and left the room.

Meanwhile, Julie was still sitting on the floor, still sobbing and chewing on her knuckles.

Hilda returned with a soft toy. She walked over to Julie and squatted next to the girl.

`You haven't messed your diaper again have you?' asked Hilda, as Julie reached out towards the toy. Anything to alter the experience of sitting on the floor crying in front of all these horrible adults.

Hilda pulled the toy away from Julie's grasp.

`Are you messy, baby?' she asked again.

Julie shook her head and reached for the toy.

Hilda reached between Julie's legs and squeezed the thick diaper.

`Well, you're certainly wet. Let's hope you can stay clean for a little while. Here's your toy,' she said.

Julie didn't want to get up. It was likely that she would only walk into more trouble. She sat with the stuffed toy, a pink bear, between her splayed legs. She moved its arms and legs, and laid it back against the huge creased slope of her diapered and rubber-pantied crotch. She was still sitting there, crying softly, when Hilda hauled her up and put her at the table.

Julie snapped back into the real world, and began to cry again. Hilda had put her into a large high chair.

From her chair, Julie saw Mary walk into the room. Greta whispered something to her daughter. Mary replied something, Greta said `Good girl' and patted Mary on the bottom.

Mary sat next to Julie, who from her slight height advantage, looked down the front of Mary's blouse. The sight, once so familiar from her own experience, of a trainer bra and its budding contents was too much for Julie. 

Beginning by flooding her diaper, Julie pushed away the bowl of thick soup Hilda had just placed in the wide tray in front of her, sending the bowl crashing to the floor. Then she tried to pull at her smock. She glared at Greta and her mom and down at Mary. She wanted her bra and her pantyhose and her thongs and boys and cars and cigarettes.

Hilda slapped Julie hard across her cheek. The adults watched in silence as Hilda bodily lifted the terrified Julie from the highchair.

Julie pooped slowly into her diaper. She was too scared to speak, not knowing what was going to happen to her now.

She saw the soft toy nearby, and picked it up. Hugging it, she found her voice again.

`Ba ba ba.' she said quietly.

The repetitive syllable from her childhood seemed satisfying. It was nice to say too.

`Mary I think she needs another change. Could you help Hilda please,' asked Greta from her chair. 

Hilda had left the room, and Mary scurried after her. Returning, the pair spread a towel on the floor and changed Julie there and then. This time, as well as the huge diaper and rubber pants, Julie was put back into a stretch pastel onesie.

Julie tried to concentrate on the stuffed toy, ignoring the humiliations being performed on her.

Eventually, Julie was cleaned and changed. Hilda lifted her up again, but instead of being placed back in the highchair, Julie was lowered into a strange contraption like a mesh sling on wheels.

`She'll be a lot safer in the walker,' said Greta.

`Yes,' said Jane. `She's much too young to be allowed to just roam around.'

`You can feed Julie, if you like Mary,' said Greta. `You can eat your lunch later.'

Hilda obediently gave Mary a plastic bowl and child's spoon.

Julie was trying to deny what was happening. She clutched the soft toy, and was glad to find that she was so hungry that in eating she forgot everything else.

As it always did, her big meal made her sleepy. Hilda took her from the walker and put her down for a nap. Hilda felt how wet she was, but decided to change her after her nap.

Back at the table, Greta watched Jane as she got up to go to the patio for coffee. Julie's mom was still trim at thirty seven, and Greta admired the trim say of her rear as she walked.

Poor woman, Greta thought. Her life is a waste, really. Nothing to do but please herself.

She thought for a while, then called for Greta.

Back at the table, Greta watched Jane as she got up to go to the patio for coffee. Julie's mom was still trim at thirty seven, and Greta admired the cute sway of her rear as she walked.

Poor woman, Greta thought. Her life is a waste, really. Nothing to do but please herself.

She thought for a while, then called for Hilda.

That night, the four women lay in their various rooms.

Greta slept sprawled over the black satin sheets of her enormous bed. The high French doors of her room led to a broad balcony overlooking the park-like gardens at the side of the house, and since the two pairs of doors were open, the cool night air stirred the silk curtains and swirled around the room's occupant. Greta barely felt the cold, and her skin was smooth and white under a long black nightdress of black-laced silk. In the large bathroom off the bedroom, a thick, tall candle flickered, well out of any draught, in a crystal holder on an antique dresser.

Jane, in the largest guest room, lay on her side with one hand under her pillow. Soft sounds came from the small speaker on her bedside table. Hilda had helpfully provided the sound system, saying that the quiet lullaby-like murmuring would replace the faint drone of traffic without which city dwellers often found it hard to sleep in the sepulchral quiet of the country. Jane could only agree with the maid - she had never slept so well as at Greta's beautiful house.

Hilda sat up in her bed, although it was near two am. She didn't need much sleep, and by the light of a lamp featuring a garish Jamaican nude was tatting some lace, using an old oval frame.

Julie was curled up in her narrow bed in the smallest bedroom of the house. She clutched her favorite soft toy in one hand, and gently sucked the thumb of the other hand. She was wetting her diaper for the second time, heavily, and removed her thumb from her mouth as she half rolled her tubby body first to one side then to the other. Even asleep, it was difficult for her to find a comfortable position for her legs which were slightly spread by the layers of towelling and the rubber pants between her thighs. The three-buttoned crotch of her onesie strained across the bulk of her diaper as she moved. On the little table by her bed, next to a Minnie Mouse night light, was a sippy cup with the remains of the thick, sweet drink Hilda always gave her at night. Julie, too, slept to the soothing sounds of the soft and lyrical recorded voice of a woman which flowed from the little speaker by her pillow.

Mary lay on her back in the bedroom she had used for years. She seemed quite still, but her eyes were open. Mary's full lips moved silently as she recited part of the Carmina Burana - the drinking chants of medieval monks. The training pants she wore were still dry beneath her nightgown.

The next morning, Hilda let Mary wash and dress herself, and attended to Julie. The young guest was not sure at first where she was. She asked for her friend Francene, and chattered about school as Hilda helped her waddle to the bathroom. Hilda removed the girl's onesie, and Julie was happy to sit on the bathmat in her wet diaper, playing with her toy, as Hilda readied the bath.

As Hilda tested the temperature and turned off the tap, Julie heard her mother's voice outside the door.

`Mommy!' she said excitedly, and struggled to get up.

Hilda smiled, and helped her to stand. Julie made for the door, and Hilda had to steady her rush. She opened the door for her to reveal Jane in her usual designer jeans and sweater. With Jane was Greta, who looked down with a half-smile at the bare-chested girl.

`Hello baby,' said Jane warmly. `All ready for your bath?'

`Yes Mommy,' replied Julie, and shyly put her toy animal behind her. She wasn't sure if her mommy would approve of her still playing with a stuffed toy at her age. She was uncertain of what to say next.

Jane looked at Greta, who was still smiling quietly, and bent down to give her daughter a hug.

`She's very wet, Jane, due for a change,' said Hilda, reaching out to take Julie's arm.

`Breakfast,' said Julie suddenly, squirming out of reach of both women and running for the stairs.

Hilda pushed past Jane and set off in pursuit. Julie looked back at the big woman and giggled. She waddled as fast as she could down the stairs and reached the bottom step just as Hilda caught up with her. Julie lost her balance, but continued on her hands and knees to the middle of the tiled floor, where she sat and continued giggling.

The two mothers looked down from the upper landing as Hilda looked up in frustration.

`Let her be for a while, Hilda. You can bring her back up for her bath after breakfast,' said Greta, and turned to continue her conversation with Jane. Satisfied that Hilda would see to her daughter, Jane turned away too, and the pair walked on down the corridor.

Hilda looked at Julie, shook her head and went to the kitchen.

Julie sat on the floor, nonplussed. Her toy had slid away under a table against the wall, and she crawled towards it.

She was halted by a pair of thin blue legs.

`Hello Julie,' said Mary. `Aren't you cold?'

Julie looked up at her friend. Mary was wearing the same jeans and blouse she had worn the previous day. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was carrying an MP3 player and was trying to fit the earpiece to her ear. Julie looked from the little device Mary held to her blouse, and stared at the faint black outline of the bra beneath Mary's blouse. She opened her mouth, and a dribble of saliva ran from her lower lip to her chin, where it glistened in the morning sunlight.

Mary took a couple of steps to the table against the white wall of the atrium. Julie watched the other girl's smooth, slim backside as she bent down to fetch the soft toy.

Handing the toy to Julie, Mary smiled. 

`Are you allowed to have breakfast in just a diaper?' she asked conversationally, wiping the drool from the girl's chin.

Julie took the toy, looked down past her flat, bare chest to the bulk of her pink rubber pants and her bulging diaper, and began to cry.

Hilda arrived on the scene and told Mary to get Julie's breakfast things ready.

`I'll change her after breakfast,' she told the girl. `A few minutes longer in her diaper won't hurt her.'

Mary had already had her breakfast of cornflakes and juice, and was happy to help feed Julie. As before, Julie's healthy appetite overcame her distress at being half-naked, and her further anxiety about Hilda tying a bib over her naked chest, and she burped loudly as she finished her third cup of the milk drink Mary gave her. 

Mary untied the girl's bib, helped her down from her high chair and tickled her rounded tummy when she had finished wiping Julie's mouth. Julie enjoyed tickling, and flailed her chubby arms around trying to avoid Mary's thin fingers. It wasn't easy, and Julie squealed in surprise as she tipped on her back on the floor of the sunny breakfast area off the kitchen.

Hilda watched indulgently as Julie's squeals turned to giggles of delight under Mary's friendly onslaught. She burped again, then coughed.

`Gentle, Mary, she's just had her breakfast, remember,' said Hilda, ready to sperate the two.

Julie stopped in mid-giggle, and looked wide-eyed at her tormentor.

`Ma.' she began, then grunted loudly enough to alarm Hilda.

`Mary, that's enough!' said Hilda, hoping to avert the worst. 

It was too late. Julie arched her back slightly, lifting her plump bottom from the floor. She grunted again, looked desperately at Hilda, moaned softly, then began to cry again.

Mary guessed what had happened, and started to apologise to Hilda.

`It's ok, Mary,' said Hilda above Julie's wails. `I was going to change her anyway. She'll just be a little messier, that's all.'

Julie was till crying as Hilda half carried her upstairs. Mary had long gone, and Julie was engrossed in her own misery as Hilda set her on her feet at the top of the stairs, where Julie dropped straight to the floor again.

`Suit yourself,' said Hilda, and went into the bathroom.

Julie tried to stand up again, but couldn't find the coordination, and crawled the few yards to the bathroom, where she gave herself up to the maid's attentions.

`What a messy little girl,' Hilda was saying as she removed Julie's rubber panties and unpinned her diaper. `Well, serves you right for playing with the big kids!'

Julie tried to tell Hilda that it wasn't her fault, but thinking of the episode only made her crying worse.

`We'll soon have you nice and clean again.' Hilda said as she wiped the worst of Julie's accident from her broad, fleshy bottom and finally got her into the tub, where she distracted Julie with some new floating toys as she washed and scrubbed the child.

Julie didn't protest as she was dried, heavily diapered then dressed in a pair of bright pink corduroy overalls over her rubber pants. She was able to walk, just, although she sat on the floor of her bedroom as Hilda squatted to make her hair up into pigtails.

`Would you like to play outside this morning, Julie?' asked Hilda once her hair was made up.

Julie shook her head and stared at the floor. She didn't want to go anywhere like this.

`Well, you can have a little nap, then,' said Hilda, and helped her up onto the now made up bed.

`I'll send Mary up for you in a while. You just rest, sweetie. You've been a bit upset,' the woman said, drawing the curtain across the window and leaving Julie alone.

Julie closed her eyes and tried to think of nice things. She dozed off in a few moments, and woke some time later. What she took to be a dream, she soon realised, had actually happened. She took her thumb wet from her mouth, and felt down below her tummy. She was diapered, just as heavily as she had been at night. Her diaper was wet, too. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered soiling herself. Straining to reach around her fat bottom, she tried to reach behind her to check if she had repeated the shameful performance. She couldn't really tell, but she didn't think she had.

`Have you pooped yourself again, Julie?' Mary's voice asked.

Julie jumped at the sound.

`No, I'm, I'm just wet,' Julie said, fighting back tears.

Mary sat on the bed, and stroked Julie's hair.

`It's ok, baby, you've got your diaper on, haven't you?' she asked gently.

Mary nodded unhappily.

`That's why you are wearing one, isn't it, sweetie?' Mary continued.

Mary nodded again and sniffled.

`Look, I've brought you your toy, and look what else I've got.!' Mary said in a sing song voice.

Julie managed a smile despite her troubles, and looked at the other girl expectantly.

`Something nice to eat!' said Mary, taking from behind her back a very large, cream and jelly filled, rolled pancake.

Julie's eyes widened.

`Thank you Mary,' she said, and set to eating.

"Do you want me to change your diaper?' asked Mary, wiping some dropped cream from Julie's chin as she ate.

Julie thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. She looked again at Mary's bra. Mary was nice, she thought, and it didn't seem to matter now what she wore.

A few minutes later, as Julie lay back for Mary to change her, Julie reached out and pressed her fingers against Mary's jeans.

`What's up, baby?' asked Mary with surprise, pausing in her work.

`Have you got a diaper on?' asked Julie.

`A diaper? No sweetie, I don't need a diaper!' Mary said with a laugh.

Julie lay back in silence.

`You're very wet, baby,' said Mary as she dealt efficiently with the saturated towelling, `But not even a bit messy.'

Julie gazed around the room. She noticed, or thought she noticed, that something was different. She couldn't remember the big bunnies on the curtains before, or the colorful new toys on the chest of drawers. She sucked her thumb in thought.

`There we are, baby, all done!' said Mary brightly. `Do you want to come downstairs and see your mommy and Greta?'

Julie wanted to see her mommy. She wanted to ask her if everything was ok. She wasn't sure if it was.

Mary had to help Julie down the stairs, and continued to hold her hand as they crossed the floor at Julie's slow waddling speed.

`Sweetie, I'll just put you in here while I get your mommy, ok? We don't want you to slip over and hurt yourself like you did before, remember?' said Mary as they reached the big living area.

She pulling the walker towards her with one hand, and lifted Julie into it, carefully dropping her legs through the gaps in the sling inside.

Julie looked at the shiny wooden floor. She did remember slipping a while ago. She remembered how it hurt, and she remembered being in the walker too. It was nice and safe and it was fun too. She moved her legs along the floor as they dangled through the holes in the sling which held her diapered rump, and she laughed as the frame moved with her. She couldn't fall over if she was in here, she thought. She grinned up at Mary, who grinned back. Julie giggled. Mary was a nice friend, she thought. Even if she was a bit older.

Mary gave Julie her toy again, and left her happily exploring the potential of the baby walker.

Mary left the room and saw that Greta was reading in the breakfast nook. Mary walked out onto the lawn and motioned for Greta to join her. The two spent some time in conversation, then Greta set off to find Jane.

Another week had passed at the big house nestled amongst the hills.

Mary stood at an upper window, watching Hilda and Greta on the lawn below.

All was well, she thought. She had regained complete control of her body, not to mention her mind. She told herself that she had to stop risking what she called her `downward swoops'. They were fun, but just too risky. Her safety depended on the predictable behaviour of Greta and Hilda, both of whom were provided with only a limited set of responses.

Mary felt like some geek in a science fiction movie. She shrugged. In a way, a geek is what she was. A scientific manipulator. A Svengali, she thought with a smile. A Dr Frankenstein. Her smile disappeared. She wondered if Victor Frankenstein would have felt compassion for his warped creations had he been her. Who knows, she thought. Anyway, we're different, she told herself. Frankenstein did surgery, all that Mary did was to produce innocent looking audio tapes. The minds of her patients, or victims, she thought with another smile, did the rest. Mary walked downstairs.

`Hilda,' Mary said. `Come here, I want to speak to you.'

Hilda obediently left the kitchen and walked towards Mary. Mary was pleased as always to see how easily she could remove herself from the strange little family scenario she had created in the minds of Hilda, Greta, Jane and little Julie. Mary the all-powerful, she thought as Hilda approached. The mind wizard. The petite, 25-year-old psycho-mistress.

Hilda stopped in front of Mary. The latest implanted material from Mary had put the young medico outside the scenario. Hilda saw Mary as a sort of movie producer, to be listened to but as one outside the narrative.

Mary gave Hilda her instructions. This method of progressing the tale was so much easier than working with the tapes.

A few minutes later, Hilda was waking Julie. The child was wet and messy, as usual, and Hilda changed the girl with her usual efficiency.

After Hilda had left to wake Julie, Mary looked out of the French doors as Jane wandered along a garden path and stopped to speak to Greta.

I wonder what they are talking about, thought Mary. The nightly audio tapes Mary supplied to each of the house's occupants only reinforced a character stereotype - the actions and words of Greta, Hilda, Jane and Julie were their own interpretation of how that character would act. Some of the goings on were quite a surprise to Mary, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted more control over her cast of four or not.

Mary had often wondered, prior to buying the secluded ranch, what she would do if she became an heiress.

As it turned out, when she did become an heiress, which happened in the oddest way, she simply decided to indulge herself. Yachts and extravagant clothing were not her choice. Rather, she set up this interesting human zoo.

But only interesting to a point, Mary told herself. In truth, she was becoming bored with the whole scenario.

If this whole thing were a script or story, she thought, would the author be bored too, and looking for a way to close it off while still satisfying her readers? What if the story was being delivered in instalments, she mused. Was it time for a blockbusting finale, or should the characters just wander off into the future.

They're not characters, she reminded herself. These are real people. Mary had plucked them from here and there, selecting them more or less on looks, with the exception of the mother and daughter duo of Jane and Julie.

Greta, for example, had been in her previous existence the spinsterish, finicky filing clerk at the hospital where Mary had worked before good fortune had befallen the young doctor with the private interest in psychological manipulation. While Mary found Greta's authoritarian attitude annoying in the workplace, here, at least in the woman's own mind, she would be mistress of this large house.

And Hilda - the ageing sister in charge of the pediatric ward. Her duties here were not much different, Mary thought. At least here she wasn't telling other staff about Mary's poor attitude to patient care.

And Jane was a bit of an immature bimbo anyway, Mary thought with the dismissiveness of others that had allowed her to set up this weird experiment, if it were that, anyway. All she had been doing before meeting Mary was selling lingerie in a department store. She had crossed Mary's path as a patient in the hospital, concerned about her insomnia as she worked to keep her life and that of her daughter Julie together after a bitter, alimony-less divorce. It was her continual complaints about her situation that had annoyed Mary. Why did she marry in the first place.

And Julie, thought Mary. Tubby little, uncomprehending, thumb-sucking, diaper-wetting, babbling Julie. Mary watched as Hilda led the girl, once again in her flying saucer-like walker, onto the patio. Julie had taken Mary to task about not being interested in her mother's problems. Which was very annoying, as far as Mary was concerned.

Mary yawned. She was getting bored. Some changes would have to be made if she were to move on, just like that fictitious author would.

Greta was bending over the child. Mary looked with some annoyance at Greta's trim tummy and superb legs. Even under one of her habitual long, black dresses, Greta had become, somewhat unexpectedly, a knockout. Mary had set up for Greta a character who was rich, bored and beautiful, and who worked hard to look that way. A sort of cashed-up Morticia Addams.

For a few minutes longer, Mary watched her creations interacting, then went to the locked room on the top floor to intone some further subliminal instructions on the various tapes for that night.

She had decided to wind things up. Well aware that what she was doing, and had been doing, was probably completely illegal, and would likely earn her years in gaol if not in some psychiatric institution for what she had done to these innocent people, Mary re-jigged the tapes and also planned her getaway.

Satisfied with her arrangements, she played her part for the rest of the day, and went to bed excited about what tomorrow would bring.

Hilda was first to wake. She felt a little dizzy, and realised that she wasn't sure where she was. She sat up in bed, staring out of the window, thinking hard. It slowly dawned on her that had wet her bed, and she pushed back the bedclothes to look down on the wet, clingy mass of her nightdress. She spent some time stripping the wet sheets from the mattress, then went to find Mary. She would know what was going on.

Greta stretched languorously and looked around her palatial bedroom. She got up, showered in her marble bathroom and looked for her underwear. A moment after slipping on a pair of sheer black knickers, she remembered that she had forgotten something.

In a top drawer of the big chest near her dressing table she found what she needed. Taking off her panties, she dusted her groin with the expensive talc she used, and pulled on a bulky pull-up diaper, snugged the garment up to her satisfaction, and selected a black bra. She smoothed the sheer black fabric of her long dress as best she could over the diaper, and went to find Mary.

Jane was pleased to find that Hilda, or someone, had put out for her a really nice looking pair of pants, and a halter top. The pants, in hot pink, were very tight, but she loved the way they accentuated her hips and belly. Mmm, she thought as she ran her hands over her tummy and thighs. She needed to go to the bathroom, but that could wait. She wanted to show Mary how nice she looked.

Julie woke wet and messy as usual, and began to cry for Hilda.

Mary responded to Julie's wailing, and changed her. It was unlikely that Hilda would feel any further responsibility for Julie after her tape.

After changing Julie and settling the girl in her walker on the patio, Mary sat at the outdoor dining table and waited for the rest of the household to arrive.

Greta came down the stairs first. Her diaper was quite obvious under her sleek gown, but the woman seemed at first oblivious to her appearance as she sat for breakfast.

`There you are,' she said, smiling at Mary. `I've got my diaper on.'

`Good girl,' said Mary, impressed with the success of her taped instructions.

Jane trotted up a moment later.

`Look at my new pants,' she said proudly, swivelling around in front of Mary and Greta.

Jane ran her fingers over the tight fabric. There was a large, dark wet spot growing in her crotch, and casually Jane wiped her fingers dry on her thigh after touching it.

`I'm a bit wet,' she giggled, and sat down.

Hilda arrived with no clothes on at all. Whoops, thought Mary.

The middle-aged woman was crying.

`I wet my bed, Mary,' she said between sobs, one hand across her large breasts and the other trying unsuccessfully to cover the thick black mass of pubic hair beneath her overhanging tummy.

Greta and Jane regarded Hilda with mild interest.

`Did you, darling?' replied Mary. `Hilda, go back to your room, and put on a diaper please. They're in the top drawer of your chest. Then you can come back and make us breakfast, please.'

`I didn't mean to wet,' mumbled Hilda as she went back into the house.

Julie sucked her thumb as she watched Hilda walk away.

`Jane,' asked Mary, `Would you get us all a drink, please? Hilda will be a few minutes, and I think some orange juice would be refreshing.'

Mary watched Jane as she got up. Her pants were now saturated, crotch, thighs and bottom.

`Do you need a diaper, Jane?' Mary asked as the woman returned with a tray of drinks.

`No,' Jane replied with an enquiring look at Mary, and set down the tray.


You're very wet, Jane. I think you'd better go and ask Hilda for a diaper and some plastic pants. You'd better ask her for something else to wear over them, too. There are some light blue stretchy shorts in your room. Ask Hilda to get those for you and put them on you, please. There's a good girl.'

Jane got up immediately, turned in her soaked pants to Greta and said that she was sorry she wet her pants, and went inside.

Mary smiled.

Julie burped loudly.

Some time later, Hilda returned, wearing a thick diaper, plastic pants and a large, pink t-shirt and leading Jane in her top and bulging shorts. 

Hilda left Jane with Greta and Mary and went to the kitchen. She made breakfast for the group, and set out on the table a selection of fruit, cereal and scrambled eggs. Mary glanced at Greta, who had a distant look in her eyes.

`Are you wet, Greta?' she asked.

`Yes,' replied Greta, `But I've got my diaper on,' she added, standing to show the others the bulge beneath her dress.

`Good girl,' Mary told her.

Mary left, for good, soon after breakfast, in her sports car.

Hilda continued to manage the household well enough. The intricate trust, which Mary had set up, but which bore no traceable link to her, allowed a well-paid and rather low-key law firm halfway across the country to manage the financial side of things.

Almost all gods were received by mail order, and received by `the old lady with the fat bum' in the lodge near the gate at the head of the long drive. Hilda would take Greta or Jane to the lodge to help load the car and drive back to the main house.

Greta and Jane were happy souls. For all Greta's sophisticated taste in clothes, and Jane's perpetual confidence in her maturity, Greta remained permanently diapered, while Jane was forever convincing Hilda that she no longer needed `baby pants' then to her ever fresh embarrassment, having to apologise to Hilda and Greta for once again wetting her pants like an infant.

Unlike her mother, who saw the world as an over-confidant eight year old, or Greta who tried to ignore the fact that she needed diapers as she acted out a ten year old's fantasy of a lady of the world, Julie remained a happy five year old. 

Julie knew she could really walk, although she did fall over a bit because of her thick diaper, but she preferred her walker. She knew she needed diapers too, and although she was aware she was five, she secretly liked sucking her thumb, her dollies and her layers of frilly clothes as well. But she knew it was all secret, because neither her mommy, Auntie Greta or Hilda ever said anything.

Julie missed Mary. Mary had been a bit older than her, but Julie missed her all the same. Not too much though, because in the back of Mary's mind she thought that had been something funny about Mary. If Julie had been any more grown up, she would have thought that Mary was `up to something'.

The end.