Heather

Chapter 3
Heather and Sarah

Chapter Description: Heather goes over to babysit her neighbor and something weird happens. Something that had not happened to her before.

Heather walked in from school. It was a Friday and she was expecting to stay at home and watch movies at home for the night.

“You’re going across the neighborhood,” said Brenda. “You’re babysitting Sarah, the little Jones girl tonight.”

“What?” asked Heather. For years she had never babysat because she felt insecure about her problem. If she wet herself in front of the kids, she would be humiliated and they might not respect her.

“I think you just need to grow up and get over your problem,” explained Brenda. “Don’t worry, Michael will come with you. Michael and Sarah are the same age.”

“Alright”, agreed Heather. She wouldn’t have to worry about entertaining Sarah that much. She and Michael could play while she watched TV.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Heather decided.

That night Heather and Michael pulled up outside the Jones’ house and walked up to the door.

“Thanks so much,” said Mr. and Mrs. Jones as they walked out the door. “The phone numbers are on the fridge, and we’ll be back around eleven.”

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Heather told them. Sarah watched as they drove off.

When they were gone she turned around and smiled.

“Want to play with blocks?” she asked Michael.

“Sure,” he replied.

Heather went over to the couch and turned on the TV. She was wearing tight white panties and sweatpants. She decided not to wear a bra tonight and just wore a tight t-shirt. She had brought a bag with a few diapers in it, but really hoped she didn’t have to use it.

After a couple hours, they had all had dinner and were watching a movie together. Michael had already fallen asleep in the guest bedroom and Heather hadn’t gone to the restroom yet, she hadn’t needed to go yet. She wasn’t wearing a diaper and didn’t want to use one.

“Sarah, sweetie, do you know where the restroom is?” she asked.

And then it happened. No, she didn’t wet herself. Sarah just turned her head and glared at heather. Her smile left and she turned off the TV.

“I...don’t...know,” she said angrily.

“But you live here,” said Heather, slightly confused.

Sarah ran off.

“Be right back,” she said over her shoulder.

When she returned she had a small training potty. It was a couple feet long and was pink.

“Use it,” she snapped.

“Sarah, honey, I can’t use that, I won’t fit,” Heather explained. She wasn’t lying; her butt was too big for the small chair.

“Use it, or wet yourself like a little baby,” said Sarah.

Heather turned her head back and pondered the situation.

“Ok, fine,” she said.

She couldn’t believe she was actually doing it. The potty chair was placed close to the couch and was facing it. Sarah was standing on the couch pointing down at it.

Heather walked over to it and slid the sweatpants around her butt and down her slender legs. She pulled the panties down and then crouched over to sit down. The pee squirted out and could be heard inside the seat. Heather’s knees were up past her chin. She felt uneasy and looked up at Sarah looking down on her. Sarah was laughing. Suddenly Heather felt so defenseless and weak. She was so embarrassed, having the big girl laugh at her for acting like a little kid. When she was finished she stood back up and pulled her pants back up. But just as soon as she’d pulled them up, they fell back down. Heather looked at the jumbled clothes on the floor, and then looked at her body. She screamed.

Instead of a seventeen-year old body, in its place there was a twelve year old one. The shirt didn’t fit as well, her D-cups had become next to nothing. Her hips were no longer as wide; they were narrow and gave her a straight frame. She was shorter, her legs were skinnier, her butt smaller, and none of the clothes would stay up. Then she looked up at Sarah. Sarah was looking at her own body. Heather gasped. Sarah had grown at least a foot. Her pajama pants no longer went to her ankles but were around her knees. Her shirt had gone from her wrists all the way to her elbows. A bit of her midriff was showing. Sarah looked at her body and then laughed at Heather.

“I guess it’s good you didn’t have that bra on,” she said.

After the changing, Heather has lost five years and was twelve while Sarah had gained five years and was now eight.

Heather couldn’t understand the whole situation. She had just come to babysit, not expecting this to happen. She wondered if it was a dream, or if it was real. She just prayed it would not get worse.

“Hey Heather, come here,” said Sarah. Heather hesitated; she didn’t know how the rest of the evening was going to turn out.