Emmy was looking for a place to stay where she saw a posting that seemed perfect. It was a big house, but only one person was living there. A girl named Fiona, who was 30, long red hair with a degree in behavior therapy as well as nursing. Emmy was 24, brunette and working in an office.
Fiona explained that she saw her patients at the house and so Emmy would enter from the back of the house. Things were going well, but then Emmy started to feel a bit strange and almost creeped out. It was an old house after all.
“Um- sorry for the awkward question, but were you in my room last night?” Emmy asked, grabbing a coffee mug.
“No. Why do you ask?” Fiona wasn’t mad at all.
“Oh. I thought someone was in my room last night. I guess I sort of spooked myself.”
“That’s alright, honey. It is an old house.” The older girl said it so casually, but this was the first time that Fiona had called Emmy honey.
Two weeks passed and Emmy was feeling stressed from work and still feeling on edge, knowing something was off. She woke up in the middle of the night and found she had wet the bed. She hadn’t done that in years.
Quietly, Emmy started to strip the bed. She turned the light on and looked down at her soaked pajamas. She started crying and just then there was a light knock on the door.
“Emmy? Are you alright?” her roommate asked.
“Ye-yeah. I’m-I’m okay.” Emmy stuttered.
“Are you sure? I was going to the bathroom when I saw your light on.” Emmy started to cry harder “Oh. Emmy, I’m going to open the door, alright sweetheart?”
“Okay.” she squeaked.
The door slowly opened and Emmy stood there frozen as Fiona looked at her sympathetically. She took a step closer and reached up, wiping the tears from Emmy’s cheeks. She then pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. It was comforting and the younger girl couldn’t help but lean into it.
“You had an accident? That’s okay. You’ve been stressed about work. Can I help you clean up?” Fiona was speaking to her roommate like she was a little girl and truthfully that’s how Emmy was feeling.
“I can clean my sheets.” Emmy said.
“I’m sure you can. Let’s get you cleaned up first though. Where are your fresh jammies?”
Once everything was gathered, Fiona held Emmy’s hand to the bathroom. Emmy was too sleep deprived to say anything. Once they were in the bathroom, Fiona closed the door and placed the pajamas on the closed toilet seat lid.
“Strip, lets get you washed up.” Fiona turned to grab what she needed.
“Oh. Fiona, really, I can do it.” Emmy was humiliated now.
“I know, honey, but I want to help you, okay. Can you let me help you, sweetie?”
It was like a flips switched in Emmy’s brain. Sweetie? “You can be a good girl for mommy, can’t you sweetie?” That's all Emmy was hearing in her head. She frowned looking at Fiona.
“Are you alright?” the red haired girl said.
“I don’t know.”
Emmy got out of her soiled clothes and her head whipped around when she heard snapping of gloves and saw that Fiona had pulled on a pair of purple nitrile medical gloves. She opened the baby wipes and knelt down in front of Emmy.
“Wh-what are you doing?” her voice panicked.
“Shhh. It’s alright, sweetie, I’m helping you get cleaned up. I’m a nurse, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Now this is going to be a bit cold. Oh! Looks like someone isn’t completely hairless down there.”
Hot, fresh tears rolled down Emmy’s cheeks. She was utterly humiliated at the situation she was in, but unable to move. She gasped when the cold wipe was brought to her vagina. Then as if it couldn’t get worse, Fiona asked her to turn around.
“Why?” it was almost too quiet, but Fiona heard.
“I need to wipe your bottom” Fiona threw the wipe away and Emmy had no idea why she turned around, but she did. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
Fiona grabbed a fresh wipe and spread Emmy’s buttcheeks and wiped her hole. Then Fiona threw the wipe away turned back to Emmy. She pulled the gloves off and cupped the girls cheeks.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. What a brave girl for me.”
“Why-why are you talking to me like that?” the younger girl asked.
“Like what, sweetie?” Fiona asked, grabbing afresh underwear.
“Like- Like I’m a baby.”
“Hmm. I see. Well, sweetheart, you’ve had a long night and I bet waking up to wetting yourself was scary, wasn’t it?” Emmy nodded “Yeah, so, scared little girls need to be taken care of.”
“But I’m not a little girl.”
“Oh, Emmy. It’s okay.” Fiona crouched down and paused. She smiled up at Emmy softly and grabbed another medical glove. “Sweetie, can I have a little looksy at your special place?” Fiona pulled on a glove.
Emmy whined. She was getting aroused by all this and now she was caught. She looked down and away as Fiona snapped on another pair of gloves.
“Can you bend over for me? Hands on the toilet seat, legs nice and wide. It’s okay, sweetie, just a quick little looksy.”
Emmy did as she was told and looked away as gloved hands inspected her most private area. A finger ran up her slit, causing her to buck her hips. The older girl chuckled, as she lightly patted Emmy’s pussy.
“Poor girl is all leaky, huh? You like being humiliated like this? Are you realizing now that I have been sneaking into your room and putting headphones on you while you sleep and giving you some hypnosis tapes?” She kept patting Emmy’s pussy
“Wh-what?” Emmy looked back at her roommate.
“Mmhmm. It’s part of my new behavior study. Too see how long it would take for you to wet yourself while you slept.”
“You did this?” Emmy had no idea why she let out a whine when Fiona pulled her hand away, but the other girl grabbed another wipe..
“I did, sweetie. Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”
Once Emmy was thoroughly wiped again, Fiona stripped off her gloves and helped the younger girl into her underwear and lightly patted her bum. She then got Emmy in a pretty nightgown and led her to her own room, since Emmy’s bed was messy.
“Now, your bed is all yucky, so you can stay with me tonight. I’ve put a pee pad down. In you go.” Fiona pulled the covers back and hesitantly Emmy got in. “Oh. Almost forgot.” Headphones were placed on Emmy’s ears. “Just relax, Emmy, okay. I know it’s scary, but it’s for my studies.”
Emmy whimpered as Fiona tuned on the tapes. She stroked the girl's hair and watched as Emmy slowly drifted off, too exhausted from the night. Fiona put up a railing so Emmy wouldn’t roll out of bed. Soon she would have the perfect little baby. One step at a time.