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Samantha told me about a Babysitting position open at her place of work, I jumped on it! Looking back, I realize that her details on the job were slim, but I was happy to even have a summer gig! She assured me there would be a uniform provided upon my arrival, and to make sure I was well groomed when I got there. Her eyes held a mysterious glow as she gave me a smirk and said she would see me this weekend.

When I arrived to the address she provided in my little beat up Toyota, my jaw almost hit the floor! The home was a beautiful modern mansion with two separate driveways. A large sign out front reading “Miss Walton’s Home for Barely Legal Needs”. What a curious way to phrase your daycare, I thought. I chugged my car down the right drive, as Samantha had instructed. Her car was already parked and she stood there smiling, waiting for me.


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She showed me inside to what she referred to as our dressing quarters. “We must get dressed before Miss Walton comes down!” she said with excitement. My brow furrowed as I lifted up the thin garment, having expected a basic plain shirt. This Babysitting uniform consisted of six inch red designer heels! What kind of daycare was this? Samantha and I also had matching fishnet stockings and a small mini dress to complete our look.

Next, my friend ushered me down two hallways to a much larger room. In it were ten of the cutest little things you have ever seen! Many were wearing diapers, others giggled and ran around, not minding their nakedness. Their tiny nipples hard, bottoms blushing. What was this? Why were their clothes off? What was that large, interesting mirror against the wall? As my mind filled with questions, Miss Walton appeared in the doorway. It was time for my Babysitting job to begin.

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