This choice: Bella grins meanly, mom doesn't notice • Go Back... After the initial shock wore off, a small but very mean grin formed onto Bella's face, causing you to sweat. Only mom did not notice it as she turned towards the house. "I better call Dr. Thompson!" she said, frantic, before mumbling. "She is never going to believe this!" she turned to Bella, who quickly hid her grin. "Bella..."
"Yes, mom?"
Mom sighed, not knowing what else to do. "Take Luke inside and find him, err, her something to wear while I call our family doctor and see if she won't squeeze in a house call."
Bella turned to you, her mean grin returned, and half carried, half dragged you into the house, protesting and struggling. "Let me go!" you demanded, angrily. "Don't you dare put me in your clothes!"
"My clothes won't fit you... sis!" teased Bella, giggling. "I do, however, have some baby stuff in my room for when I babysit, they should fit you fine."
You turned pale at that and began to struggle more but your now older sister was too strong and you were dragged into her bedroom with her slamming the door shut, trapping you.
"No!" you screamed, as she yanked off your shirt. "I won't be your stupid baby!"
Bella ignored you and pushed you onto her bed before pulling off your pants and socks. Your shoes fell off the moment she started dragging you into the house. "Bella, please!" you begged, seeing her strip you of your underwear. "Can't we make a deal or something?"
"The deal is simple." said Bella, picking you up. "Mom told me to find something for you to wear, this is the only stuff I have that will fit you." she then smiled, placing you onto a changing table. "But she didn't tell me I couldn't have some fun with you while I was at it."
"You total...!" You never got to finish the sentence as Bella pushed a large pacifier into your mouth and tied it around your neck to keep it in place before strapping you down, on the changing table.
"I don't like the tone of your voice... Lisa." said Bella, giggling. "Now then, let's get your diaper on, shall we?"
Your eyes bugged out as Bella then reached into a baby bag and pulled out some baby oil and began to rub it onto you, the smell was not that bad but you were horrified that she was actually treating you like a baby. Next came a bulky plastic diaper. she lifted up your feet and slid it under before grabbing some baby powder and sprinkling it onto your feminine groin and your bottom before placing you down and sealing you inside the diaper.
"That's a gooood girl." she cooed, still teasing you. "Big sis is going to now put you in a very pretty dress and brush your hair, yes she is!"
You screamed against the large pacifier but all that came out was a mumble, causing Bella to squeal and giggle in delight as you had been a terror to her lately and she was finally getting some payback. She turned around for a moment then came back with a large pink flowered dress. Seeing it made you feel sick, you knew that she had every intention of making you wear it.
"Baby Lisa is going to love her pretty dress, yes she is!" said Bella. "After you are all pretty, big sis will show you to mommy and she will see how much better you are, staying this way..."
Again, you screamed but in no avail. Bella freed you from the straps, holding you onto the changing table then forced you into the pink dress before dragging you out to see mom, who was still on the telephone, talking to Dr. Thompson.
"That's right, doctor." said mom, still shaken. "He changed right in front of us, will you please come and take a look?" she listened, as Dr. Thompson replied, then sighed in relief. "Thank you, doctor. We will be waiting, good bye."
After hanging up the telephone, she turned find Bella holding you firm as you sulked. She barely contained her laughter as she saw you in nothing but a pair of diapers and a small pink dress. Seeing her reaction, Bella grinned.
"This was all I could find that would fit her, mom." she said. "I had to diaper her up like a real baby or she'd probably end up getting a rash or something."
Although concerned by your new condition, Mom giggled slightly, seeing the predicament you were in, while you looked up at her, your eyes begging for help. Finally, mom replied...
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