Christie’s Regular Occurrences

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Part 1: Christie at the Gas Station

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!” said Christie Wilkins as she left her friends in the high school parking lot. She drove her small, hand-me-down, gremlin-like car toward the exit to the parking lot, stopping at the stop sign at the intersection. She looked down at her instrument panel and sighed, “crap… Almost out of gas AGAIN! Why can’t I have a hybrid or something that gets more than 8 miles to the freaking gallon?” she asked herself.

She took a left turn out of the parking lot and made her way to the nearest gas station. She pulled up to the pump and stepped out of her car, looking around as she did so and taking in the scenery which she had seen far too many times. “I really need a change in pace…” she said, walking into the gas station to pre pay for her gas. She never filled up her gas without paying first anymore. The first time she did, she put exactly the amount of gas she had wanted into her tank, but the second… The second time, she had forgotten about it while talking to her friend on the phone. She had put ten dollars to much into the tank… Ten dollars which was her money for dinner and the basketball game that she was going to.

Now, Christie wasn’t the best looking girl in school, and definitely not the best looking senior. She was about four feet nine inches in height and weighed about a hundred pounds. She had nice, round cheeks, but a relatively slender head, making her look somewhat like a chipmunk. Her face was covered in freckles which stood out when she blushed or when she was in the sun for too long. Her auburn hair was normally always kept in a single French braid which reached half way down her shoulder blades, but when it was let out, it was very wavy and very shiny. She wore glasses with small, rectangular frames, which, most of the time, she kept perched on the bridge of her nose. But when she wanted to, she could put on many faces by just moving the glasses to the very tip of her nose. She could be pouting, offended, suggestive (something which she reserved for only her boyfriend), and many more things with this one, simple gesture.

On to the point, she was particularly put off by having to spend her game money on gas because her boyfriend was the captain of the basketball team, a fact which she was more than proud to admit, and the reason she was doubly sorry that she had to miss the game, and resolved never to put gas into her tank without paying first ever again.

Christie walked through the door to the gas station and up to the counter, her wallet in hand. “I’d like to pre-pay twenty dollars, please.” She said politely. “Fine,” said the cashier, a bitter-looking woman behind the counter. “Do you want a receipt?” the woman asked callously. “No thank you,” said Christie, turning from the counter and walking to the bulletin board which hung by the door. This was a regular occurrence for Christie when she pumped gas. She would always look at the bulletin board before leaving the building to see if someone had a car for sale, or if someone was looking to hire. She scanned the board quickly, and quickly found something of interest. It was a poster with large lettering on the very top which said “Wanted: Someone for Babysitting,” and phone number tabs at the bottom. She started to read the fine print on the poster when, all of a sudden, from behind her, came a loud voice the voice of the woman.

“Hey, are you going to go pump your gas, or are you just going to stand there looking like a delinquent?” she asked with a sneer.

“I’ll go pump my gas now.” Said Christie, her heart beating hard from the fright the woman had given her. Christie quickly turned around and grabbed one of the phone number tabs and jammed it into her pocket, and went to put the gas in her tank.

Part 2: An Interview on the Phone

About three hours after Christie had gotten the gas in her car, she was sitting at home watching TV when she heard her mom’s voice. “Christie! You need to do your laundry, sweetheart!” she called. “OK, mother!” said Christie, standing up and gathering the clothes off of her floor, throwing them into a clothes basket near her bedroom door. This was another regular occurrence in Christie’s life.

As soon as she had all of the clothes gathered into the basket, she began to strip off the shirt and jeans that she was currently wearing. The shirt, a plain white short sleeved v-neck shirt, was first, followed by her faded blue jeans, both of which she nonchalantly tossed into the basket without any further thought. She slowly walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers, but stopped when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, the slightest bit of movement to her right. She turned and looked at what had moved, and there she saw it: the full length mirror that she had bought for her room to make sure that she looked good enough for her boyfriend, anadolu yakası escort Todd. She looked herself up and down, from the top of her head, to her shoulders and neck, to her supple, purple lace bra encased breasts, and down further to her hips and pelvic area, encased in the same purple lace that her breasts were, only in boy short form. “You know, girl,” she said to herself, “you don’t look too bad for an 18 year old.”

Without thinking, she reached up behind her and unclasped her bra, taking it off and tossing it into the basket with her other clothes and looked into the mirror, admiring her small, perky breasts and the nipples that stood at attention. Her right hand seemed to move of its own accord, resting itself over her mound outside her panties and stroking up and down. She let out a small moan and let her head fall backwards as her hand continued to move up and down. This was another one of the regular occurrences which Christie had become so accustomed to. She would always catch her reflection, always in the scantily clad state of gathering all of her laundry, and she would always bring herself to a quick climax at the sight of her body, a sight which, for some reason, turned her on. Unfortunately, the fates were against Christie today.

“Christie! Get your laundry done, now!” came her mom’s voice as she began to feel herself move toward the climax. “Fine, mother!” she called, her hand stopping its movement and her thumb hooking into her panties waistband along with her left hand’s. She pulled her panties off and threw them into the basket, and walked back over to her dresser drawer, grabbing another pair of panties out, these a simple white cotton with butterflies on them, and pulling them on. She didn’t know why, but she really enjoyed these panties. They made her feel like a little girl again, a time in her life which she had to miss out on because of family problems.

She closed that drawer and opened another, taking out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and swiftly putting them on, not worrying about a bra since she was just in her house.

After she had made sure that she was properly dressed and covered, and that her mother would not have a conniption fit that she was “too young to be dressing like one of those supermodels,” she grabbed the basket of clothes and made the seemingly long trek (which was really out of her bedroom door and down the stairs directly to the right) to the laundry room. “Always at the most inopportune times,” she said to herself, talking, of course, about her mother’s interruption.

She opened the washer and threw some of her shirts into it, and a couple of pairs of jeans, checking the pockets before she threw them in. Soon, nothing remained in the basket except the lone pair of jeans which she had taken off not minutes before, and various items which would have to be put into the “delicate” wash cycle.

She picked up the pair of jeans and searched the pockets, expecting to find nothing, but pulling out of the right hip pocket the little slip of paper from the babysitting poster at the gas station. She quickly threw the jeans into the washer and started it up, running upstairs. She needed a job, after all, and she was NOT going to let someone slide in and beat her to this one.

She took the stairs two at a time, like she normally did when going to her room, and quickly opened and shut her door, grabbing her cell phone off of her dresser. She jumped onto her bed and quickly dialed the number, leaning against the wall the head of her bed sat against.

As the phone rang, her stomach was in a knot. She’d never really had any babysitting experience, so she didn’t know what to say if they asked her any questions. “Hello?” came the voice on the other end of the line, a woman’s voice. It was calm and smooth, and every time it spoke, Christie felt more and more relaxed.

“Hi! Um… I’m calling because I saw your poster about babysitting in the gas station, and I was wondering if you still had a need for someone,” said Christie, her voice a little shaky.

“Oh, yes, actually I do still need someone,” said the voice. “I will just need to ask you a few questions so I know you’re qualified. How old are you?” she asked in a matter-of-fact manner.

“I’m 18,” answered Christie.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” said the woman. “Hmm… Do you have any experience?”

“I… I don’t…” Christie stammered, hoping that she would still be alright with the job.

“Oh… Well, that doesn’t matter, I can walk you through most of it, and we can establish a comfort zone if you do qualify,” she said. “Let’s see… I think I only have one more question. Are you good with diapers?” she asked.

“Well… I’ve changed my little cousin’s diapers. Does that count?” asked Christie.

The woman laughed. “You’re funny. Alright, I think you qualify. My name is Charlotte, by the way.”

“Awesome!” said Christie a little too enthusiastically. “I mean, awesome,” she said calmly. “When can I start?”

“Well,” said Charlotte, “tonight if you want.”

“That ankara anal escort would be fantastic!” said Christie. “What time should I be there?”

“Any time, really,” said Charlotte. “I’m a flexible woman… In more ways than one,” she chuckled at her own joke. “The address is on the phone tabs from the poster. Did you grab one?”

“Oh, yes! I’ve actually got it right here in my hand.”

“Fantastic. When can I expect you?”

“Um… In about an hour and a half?” asked Christie.

“Perfect,” said Charlotte. “I’ll see you then.”

Charlotte hung up the phone and heaved a big sigh. That was over… now she just had to tell her mom…

Part 3: The Wonderful Misunderstanding

The explaining to her mom went far better than she had anticipated. Apparently her mom had been waiting for her to get a job ever since she turned 17, a fact which especially surprised Christie, because her mom had FORBIDDEN her to get a job until she was a full on adult. But Christie simply explained to her mother that she needed this, and that there was really nothing her mother could do about it, and, when her mother said “Yes, you do, and no I can’t.” She walked away astounded and got ready to go.

She didn’t think to change her clothes, just to put her cute, butterfly print bra on, the one that matched her panties, and she threw on her cutest pair of flats. She wanted to be comfortable while she was babysitting. After all, she didn’t know how much running around she would be doing chasing after children, if any. From the sounds of it, the kids she would be watching were still quite young. After all, had Charlotte not said “are you good with diapers?”

With these thoughts all swimming around in her head, she found herself, almost an hour and a half later to the dot, on the front porch of the address which was on the slip of paper in her hand. She slid the paper into the pocket of her sweatpants, her hand grazing her leg as she did this. It was now that she realized just how turned on she had been earlier during her little “laundry day escapade.”

“Oh, great, Christie… You’re showing up for a new job horny… perfect start,” she thought aloud as she raised her hand to knock on the door, but just as she was about to knock, the door opened, and inside stood the best looking woman Christie had ever seen… This definitely had to be Charlotte.

She stood about five feet five inches tall, and every bit of her screamed “beauty.” She had long, toned legs which led up to round hips and a gorgeous, plump derriere which was encased in a pair of khaki shorts. Her midsection was covered by a t-shirt which clung to her, making her breasts appear to pop out like it were a 3D movie. Christie could clearly see the outline of her nipples, and rightly assumed that this bombshell of a woman wasn’t wearing a bra. Well, if I wasn’t turned on before I got here, I am now… she thought to herself, this time not out loud. Christie had always been curious as to why the sight of her own body

“You must be Christie,” the woman, who was obviously in her mid to upper twenties, said. “I’m Charlotte, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, holding her hand out for Christie to shake.

“Nice to meet you too,” said Christie shyly, shaking Charlotte’s hand.

“Please, come in,” said Charlotte, motioning Christie inside. “You look absolutely parched. Can I get you something to drink?” she asked.

“Um… Some water would be great,” replied Christie.

“OK, I’ll get that for you now. Why don’t you take a seat on the couch there, and I’ll bring your water out to you.”

Christie did as Charlotte suggested, keeping her eyes at her feet the whole time. Soon Charlotte returned with two glasses of water , and she sat down next to Christie.

“So you said on the phone that you had no experience… What made you call?” asked Charlotte.

“Well… I don’t know, really… It was just kind of a compulsion. Plus, I’d been looking for something like this for a while…” replied Christie.

“Really?” asked Charlotte. “How long?”

“Just a couple of years,” Christie replied. “Since I turned 17, I guess.”

“Huh… Interesting. So I suppose you’re wondering what all you’ll have to be doing,” said Charlotte.

“Yeah,” Christie nodded. “I assume I’ll be changing diapers… Speaking of which, where is, or are, the children?” she asked.

Charlotte just kind of stared at Christie. “Christie… Why do you think you’re here?” she asked.

Christie raised her eyebrow “Well… To babysit, of course,” she said.

Charlotte just started laughing, and Christie was slightly offended. “Well if you didn’t want a babysitter, you could have just said so,” she said.

“Oh, no,” said Charlotte, containing her laughing. “I’m sorry… Did you not read the fine print on the poster?” she asked.

“Well… I was going to, but the witch behind the counter at the gas station shooed me out of there before I could… I just grabbed the phone tab and hurried out.”

Charlotte chuckled again. “I see, so it’s ankara anal yapan escort just a simple misunderstanding.” She said. “See… I wasn’t advertising that I needed a babysitter, I was advertising that I wanted to babysit someone… The fine print said that I babysit for people who want to regress… I play the mommy figure for people who want to act younger… and sometimes I play a bit more. I asked you how old you were because 18 is the limit that I have to abide by. I can’t watch anyone under that or it could be considered ‘child molestation.'”

Christie was flabbergasted. Here was this woman who just admitted to wanting to babysit older people who acted like children. “So… when you asked if I was ‘good with diapers…'”

“I was asking if you had a desire to wear them… After all, some people do… It’s not unheard of at all, so I keep a supply here just in case,” she said.

Christie began to feel a little horny at the thought. She loved feeling like a little girl. After all, that’s why she bought the cute butterfly and flower print panties and bras… They made her feel younger again… And feeling younger, of course, turned her on.

“I see…” she said, trying to keep control of her voice. “And you charge people for this?” she asked.

“No,” said Charlotte. “I don’t think that people should have to pay for their desires. If it makes them feel complete, or it makes them feel happy, or makes them feel good, why should they have to pay for it? I have plenty of money, and I’m not going to run out any time soon, so I figure I can afford to fund other people’s fun.”

“Wow… That’s really awesome of you,” said Christie slightly amazed, setting her water glass, which she hadn’t realized she’d emptied down on the coffee table next to the couch. “I… I’d probably better be going…” she said, beginning to stand up. “I don’t want to take up any more of your time…”

Charlotte touched her arm lightly, a touch that felt like lightning through Christie’s body. “Please, don’t go quite yet,” said Charlotte. “I’ve actually really enjoyed your company.”

Christie smiled and sat back down, crossing her legs to try and quell the jolts that were beginning in her already hot sex. “You know,” she said, “I have always loved feeling younger. I never really got to be that little girl because… well, because my parents got divorced when I was 8 and I had to take on a lot of responsibility… I buy cute panties and bras, and they make me feel younger.”

Charlotte smiled knowingly. “Well the, sweetheart, you’re in the right place,” she said. “That is, if you want to…”

Christie almost jumped with excitement. She was far more into this than she thought she would be when Charlotte told her what she did. “That would be great!” she said.

Charlotte giggled a little bit, showing her first signs of acting her age. “Alright. I do need to know, though… Do your desires to be younger… do they turn you on? If so, I need to know if you’re comfortable with me taking care of that if you want me to…” she said in a more serious tone. “If not, there’s plenty of privacy in this house for you to do it on your own.”

“Um… Well, maybe not with you at first, but… After I’m a little more comfortable?” asked Christie. “I… I do find you very attractive,” she said very shyly.

Charlotte smiled and grabbed her by the hand. “Thank you,” she said. “Now… Do you want to wear diapers, or do you want to just act younger, and put on clothes that would make you look younger. See, some people just wear the diapers which make them feel younger, and forego the regression, but some prefer the age regression to diapers. Still some like both.”

“I um… I would like to try just the diapers for now… I don’t want to look completely like a little girl, just kinda feel like one.”

Charlotte nodded her understanding and took Christie by the hand, leading her down a hallway in the house, and into a room unlike any Christie had seen. There was a large crib on the left side of the room which looked like it could fit any adult who wished to sleep in it, and a changing table on the far side underneath a window which had smoky glass so that nobody could see in. Underneath the changing table, there was a humongous stack of disposable diapers, and next to it, a stack of cloth diapers.

Charlotte led Christie over to the changing table, not allowing for the chance to take in the rest of the sights in the room. “Which would you prefer, darling?” asked Charlotte, still holding Christie’s hand. Christie took her other hand and brushed the top of one of the disposable diapers, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with shame right through her body.

“Um… I’d like one of those,” she said, slightly ashamed, pointing to one of the disposables, then quickly put her hand down.

“OK,” said Charlotte. “Hop up on the table and I’ll get you strapped in in no time.”

And she did exactly that, too. Christie was barely on the table when Charlotte had her sweat pants off and was looking right at her butterfly panty covered vagina. She quickly did away with the panties and slid one of the diapers underneath Christie’s bum and sprinkled some baby powder into the interior of the diaper, not wanting to apply it directly to her for fear she would be uncomfortable. Almost as soon as it had begun, it had ended, and Christie was strapped comfortably into a diaper.

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