Playing House Part 4

Cassie's body was stiff.

She had never felt so degraded in her life - nor had she even considered that a humiliation of this scale was even possible. Was all this happening just because she had refused Mariah's invitation to play that stupid game with her? Or had this magical brat always intended for this? Did her mother know that her daughter was capable of this insanity?

The naked babysitter tried not to focus on what was happening; to somehow rise about the madness of it all and think beyond the immediacy of her situation - yet that was proving next to impossible, no matter what she tried to focus on, she constantly came back to the disturbing reality that she was the one being carried to bed.

Shame. Anger. Fear. Disgust.

It all swirled about in her mind, and all she could do was watch her formerly fitting sleepwear disappear out of sight as Mariah entered the hall. 

"Mariah. Where are we going?" The shrunken woman said tersely, trying to lift her face to look at her charge directly. All she got in response was her head being gently pushed back onto Mariah's shoulder, followed by a patronizing repetition of 'hushing' sounds. Cassie was going to make sure she got back at this brat somehow.

As the naked woman watched the hallway come into view, three doors slip past her until she felt Mariah stop before a fourth. Cassie made the quick calculation - this was the guest room! She could tell as she remembered the painting of several women at some 19th century high tea setting across from her door. The babysitter's heart skipped a beat as she realized Mariah was taking the shrunken adult to where she was staying during her placement here. 

That... was good!

Mariah was clearly too caught up in her 'game' to realize the mistake she was making - once Cassie was by herself, she'd have access to her laptop and her phone! She could contact someone and get out of this insane mess. She had been doing some study for university earlier as well, so she was sure the internet worked here...

The door creaked open and Cassie gasped at the sight.

"W-what?! No... no-no-no..." The woman stammered over her words.

Her head shot back, confirming once again the familiar painting - just as Mariah shut the door behind them. This couldn't be right. How was this possible?

"If we're going to play, then we have to play properly." Mariah said, matter of factly - her eyes  taking in the reaction of her former babysitter.

Cassie was shocked. The dimensions of the room were roughly the same, and it had been a fairly drab but spacious guest room not long ago! It was all different now though. What was going to be her bed had been replaced with a crib! The paintings on the wall had been swapped with garish displays and... then her eyes traced to where she had left her text book, her Bluetooth speaker, her laptop and her phone.

Gone. In their place was what looked like a colouring book, a toy xylophone, a toy abacus and a toy camera!

"Where... where is all my stuff?!" Cassie said in a shriek.

"Its all there. I just made them more appropriate for you - what use does a baby have with a phone or a laptop? You're so silly."

The babysitter heartrate quickened, sweat beaded on her skin. She had underestimated Mariah's power - that was the first of her horrible realizations.

The second was that she could see exactly where Mariah intended for her to sleep.