The Babysitter
Part Two

Gretchen repeated the question.  "What was that, Kerry?"

She had no answer.  Damn, she thought; I should have had something 
prepared.
 This was the absolutely worst case: Gretchen had seen a gif; how 
could she
get out of this?  Why couldn't she have been on an innocuous sounding 
post
instead?  She grabbed on to the only thing she could think of and 
tried
changing the subject.

"What did you want, Gretchen?" she asked in a shaky voice.

Gretchen looked at her host mother.  She had been with the family for 
four
months now and had eight to go, and Kerry knew that in this moment lay 
the
definition of their remaining time together.

"I came in to ask you to e-mail something for me, but there was that 
picture,
Kerry.  What was that man doing in a diaper?"

Jesus.  Why was this one gif actually clear?

"Let me see it again," Gretchen said.

Kerry did not know what to do.  She could try to dissuade the big 
German
girl, or treat it all as a joke.  A joke: that was it.  She reached 
for the
mouse and brought the gif back to the surface.

"Pretty odd, isn't it?" she said.  "I found this newsgroup while I was
surfing.  Seems these people are all adults who wear diapers for fun."

Gretchen was looking at the picture and then at Kerry, who was feeling
extremely uncertain of herself.  "I've never heard of such a thing," 
the au
pair said.  

Kerry shook her head.  "I guess everyone has their little quirks," she
offered with a slight laugh.  She looked over her shoulder at 
Gretchen, who
was looking right at her with an odd expression that Kerry could not 
fathom.

Suddenly, the au pair's expression grew very serious.  "Have you ever 
seen
this group before?" she asked.

Kerry shook her head.  "No; I told you I was just surfing."  God, why 
did
this have to be the one au pair who knew her way around a computer?

Gretchen smiled.  "Would you mind doing me a favor?  Go to the 'open'
command."

Kerry's face grew pale.  "Why?" she asked.

"I know it's silly," Gretchen said, "but it's something that has been 
on my
mind.  The diaper pail always seem more full than it should be, and 
now
you're reading this group--"

"I told you I was surfing," Kerry interjected.  "It just had an odd 
name."

"So if you're only here out of curiosity, there will be nothing in 
your
recently opened files from this group.  Right?  Humor me."

There was no good way out.  Kerry was trapped, and she knew it.  
Gretchen's
eyes were firmly fixed on hers; the German girl waited as if she could 
wait
forever.  Kerry decided to try a different approach.

"Look, Gretchen," she said, "I really don't think it is any of your
business--"

"Show me the file, Kerry," Gretchen demanded, a sudden chill in her 
voice.

Kerry could see that there was no getting around it.  Her fingers 
moved
gingerly to the keyboard, and the "open" command popped up.  In the 
window,
clear for Gretchen to see, were dozens of gif files, including "in my
diapers."  The gifs had dos or unix names, but "diaper" or "wet" was
prominent in many of them.  Gretchen stared at the list of files, then
reached over and took the mouse from Kerry's nervous fingers.  With a 
few
deft movements, she found the main storage for Kerry's files, and saw 
the
hundreds stories and photos in her employer's collection.  Another 
quick
click indicated that they were contained in a partition she had never 
seen
before.

"What is this, Kerry?" she asked calmly.

Kerry didn't know what else to do but respond.  "It's a 
password-protected
partition."

Gretchen looked at the stories.  "The Baby Business."  "Diaper 
Desires."
 "The Diaper Deal."  "Diaper Reformatory."  Kerry's red faced 
confirmed what
her au pair must have already been certain of.  There was no escape 
now.  She
turned to Gretchen,

"Look, Gretchen," she said, "I can explain--"

"There's no need," said Gretchen.  "I understand completely."

"You do?"

"Yes.  Now go upstairs and let me read some of these files."

The sentence had the ring of authority, the tone that Kerry had heard
Gretchen use with the children: that unmistakable German 
characteristic that
means "you will do as I say."

Kerry went upstairs and waited nervously.  It was over an hour before
Gretchen emerged from the study.  Kerry was ready for her.

"I know what you must think, Gretchen."

The German girl looked at her maternally.  "You do?" she asked.

Kerry stammered.  "Well, I mean, no, I guess I don't, exactly, but I 
can
imagine..."

"Yes," said Gretchen.  "It is a bit of a surprise, I admit.  But I've 
come to
a decision, and it's all right with me."

"What's all right?" asked Kerry.

"I was hired to watch children and to take care of babies.  Lisa has 
finally
been toilet-trained, but I had become used to taking care of two 
diapered
girls, and I can do it again."

Kerry did not like the way this appeared to be heading.  "No, I don't 
think
we need to-"

"You don't seem to follow me, Kerry," Gretchen said.  "You obviously 
wear and
use diapers; I'm sure you even have some on right now, don't you?"

In her nervousness, Kerry had not even changed her wet diaper.  She 
nodded
sheepishly.

"Anyone who wears and uses diapers must be a baby," Gretchen 
continued.  "I
was brought here to look after babies in this family, and I intend to 
look
after you."

Kerry's eyes were frightened, even though part of her was keenly aware 
that
this was a fantasy coming true.

"But the children, and Jim..."

"So Jim doesn't know.  I thought not.  Now don't worry your little 
head off,
Baby," Gretchen said.  "Momma isn't going to tell anyone or let anyone 
know
what goes on when everyone is asleep."

Kerry was defeated, and she knew it.

"Is your diaper wet right now?" Gretchen asked.

Kerry hesitated for a moment.  "Yes," she mumbled.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Momma," Kerry responded humbly.

Gretchen smiled.  "Where are your diapers?"

Together, the women went up to Kerry's bedroom, and Kerry showed 
Gretchen her
diaper supplies.  Gretchen had her lie on the bed and lift her legs as 
she
slid the soggy diaper from under her, wiped the rear with a baby wipe, 
and
replaced the wet diaper with a new one, which she expertly taped on.

"From now on, little Kerry," she said, "you will let me do the job I 
am being
paid for.  At night, you are to come to me to be diapered.  You will 
come to
me in the morning to be changed as well.  Since you come home for 
lunch, I
can change you then, too."

"No," Kerry interrupted.  "I don't wear diapers to work."

Gretchen smiled.  "You mean you didn't use to," she said.  "My babies 
are
protected all the time.  You wouldn't have it any other way, would 
you?"

Kerry winced.

Gretchen continued.  "If you need to be changed during the day, you 
can
either come home or I'll bring a diaper bag to you.  It might be 
easier for
you to explain if you come home, though."  She smiled; she was really
enjoying this.  "Toilets are off limits.  I'll keep my part of the
bargain--secrecy--as long as you keep yours.  If I think you've been 
breaking
it, all bets are off.  As long as you are good, though, you'll be my 
secret
baby and no one in your family will need to know."

to be continued...
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Subject: Baby Sitter Part 2
Date: 14 Dec 1995 04:11:42 GMT
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