"Emma, what are you doing? You're dripping everywhere- I thought your brother was changing you?" Natalie asked with a funny look on her face.
She couldn't really believe you were Emma, could she? That was patently absurd.
"I'm not Emma! It's me, Jeremy! Come on Natalie, this game is crazy, my little sister is trying to change my pull-up!" You shouted, freaking out at this whole situation.
Natalie began to say something but Emma, dressed as Jeremy, entered the area and talked.
"Emma! Come on, this is annoying. I have class. Let me get you changed." She said, her voice deep in tone and not betraying the fact that she was a young girl. Had she been practicing?
Natalie shook her head. "You go to class Jer-Emmy. I'll get her changed."
Emma looked concerned for a second. "N-no. I'll get her changed."
Natalie gave a smirk. "Wasn't up for debate. Go to class. I'll see you after."
Emma, for once in her life, listened to an adult and left the room like her life depended on it. On the one hand, she was gone, but you also realized that it meant Natalie was going to change you. She'd see your dick.
That meant both she would know you were Jeremy, but ehm, it was cold in the daycare.
"Natalie. Uh. It's Jeremy. I'll go get a change and then we ca-...." Natalie yanked you by your hand as you were speaking.
You were back on the changing table, but if Emma had been strong, Natalie was much stronger. Her voice sounded annoyed. Like she'd come home to her dog having broken something, and she was non too pleased.
"Natalie! Do-dont! I can change myself." You tried to protest.
The pull-up came off, and your privates were exposed to the cold air, Natalie having flipped you on your tummy. Your dick ground against the changing table. Emma didn't take a peak at them, not that you could see, instead turning towards the blindingly pink pull-ups Emma had wanted you in.
"Emma, can we not have an issue this morning? Listen, your brother will be back, now, let's get you changed." She said coming back with the supplies.
The baby powder smell filled the room as she spread it on your butt and groin; Natalie had to know it was you by the end of it, seeing as she worked lotion onto your privates like a professional. You choked on your own tears as such an attractive girl did such a humiliating task. With the genuine diaper secured on you, she patted the front and pulled your outfit back up on you, the tights itchy and the dress not long enough to hide a peak of your diaper.
Your dick was confused at having her hand and nails wrapped around it.
"Nat-...Natalie! You had to have seen, uhm...." You lose your composure. "...privates. I'm not Emma and you know it!"
Natalie rolled her eyes dismissively. "Emma, I don't look at the privates of my charges, I'm just changing you like I change the trash bags. Its not proper to talk privates."
No! This was crazy. She literally grabbed your dick. You knew she had to know.
She burst out laughing as her hand reached for the door. "Just kidding you with you little Jerry. Now, seeing as you are still Emma and don't want to be, why don't you tell me why? Tell me quickly, kids awaiting."
You give her the elevator pitch version of what had occured over the past 24 hours. She giggles at the end.
"Jerry, you're as helpless gullible as your sister is crafty. Come on, you're already Emma for the day, we'll get you changed out when she's back."
Natalie leaves the room with you, and you're forced to act the part of Emma in front of the children, Tommy not even the wiser that you're actually the daycare worker he seems to dislike. You genuinely try to help Natalie, but seem more like the teachers pet then daycare worker.
"I love your blonde hair. I wish I could have blonde hair." One of the girls you're supposed to be taking care of says. Her name is Daffodil, an interesting and unique name you hadn't heard before.
"Thanks Dafodil. I like your red hair, it's pretty." You say as you sit next to her.
"Red hair is cool." The third girl in your group says. Her name is another oddball, Cherry. For being called Cherry, her hair was as blonde as yours. "What do you guys like to do for fun?"
Daffodil talks on and on about her life interests, as does Cherry, both following you to recess time. Emma is nowhere to be seen. Tommy's off in the distance, and you hear Cherry yelp out loud. She'd nearly stepped into the messy playground. Her face contorts into a gross expression.
"Ew. I don't want to play on the playground." She says. Daffodil's young face looks crestfallen.
"Come on, Cherry. Emma and I were gonna play four square." She pleads.
"I'm not dressed for the playground." You weakly offer.
"We can go and trade! Miss Natalie let's us do that. My mom doesn't like dresses or anything like that, but I just think they're so cute. You can wear my jeans and sweatshirt, I get your tights and dress." Cherry says with a smile.
You gulp. "Uh, no, I'm okay. Thanks though....."
"Pleaseeeeeeeee? I never get to wear dresses or shoes like that." Cherry practically begs.
"Pleaseeeeee? I want someone to play with." Daffodil follows Cherrys begging with her own.
Both girls look determined to get back inside to swap clothes; Cherry because she wants a dress and tights, Daffodil so she has a play partner. You shake your head again, and....
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