Loosened Authority

Vicky sighed. "What part of 'don't go into the basement' did you not understand? I thought my mum was pretty clear." The much taller girl's words were coated in condescension. 

Jenna couldn't believe this. She had hoped babysitting an eighteen-year-old would be a week's work without incident but instead...

"You just had to pry. Mum works on some weird stuff down there, you're just lucky you spritzed yourself only as much as you did - lugging down my old doll house from the attic would have been a pain."

The babysitter just glared up at her now towering charge. The worst part was that Vicky was right - her mum had been clear but curiosity had gotten the better of the older woman. Now she was shorter than most of the kids she usually watched.

Jenna tried to ignore the taunts, glaring daggers. "Your mum will know how to fix this, right?"

Vicky shrugged, smirking. "Dunno. Hope you don't mind my old wardrobe in the meantime."

Jenna felt the roominess of her attire, clearly meant for a stockier, chubbier figure of an entirely different scale. "Is this seriously all you have...?" It sounded like more of an accusation than a question.

Vicky couldn't help but chuckle. "You're the one who wouldn't shut up about wanting something to wear. None of your stuff fits - none of my stuff would fit. You're just lucky my mum kept any of my old clothes."

"This is insane..." The older woman muttered, clearly uncomfortable for so many reasons.

"Didn't I hear you whinging on the phone to one of your friends that the guest room was small? Well, much roomier now.

The disgruntled babysitter bit her lip, she was not accustomed to this kind of treatment. "Whatever." She said firmly. "Now, like I said earlier, clean the dishes and then you can watch stuff on the tv, your laptop, whatever." Jenna was still trying to maintain her authority.

The young woman just laughed at that, bending down to stare and loom over her dwindled guest. "You're kidding, right? Try this: its past your bedtime, Jenny. You can do the dishes in the morning; I'll get you a stool and everything."

Jenna was speechless, but Vicky just grinned broader than ever. "You know, I told mum over and over that I 'was too old for a babysitter'; that I 'was old enough to be a babysitter.'"

The dark-haired girl stood to her full height. "Guess I was right."