Playing House Part 1

Cassie rolled her eyes.

She stood in the hallway, looking towards the closed door that stared back at her - from beneath it she saw faint. warm light emanating from beneath, almost taunting her. How many times had she told this brat that it was time for bed?

She was beginning to understand why so few babysitters took jobs at the Quinn residence - tales abound of the daughter, Mariah, being an absolute handful. Of course, that didn't deter Cassie - she wasn't intimidated by the likes of Mariah, and yet while she had been annoying like most she encountered in her job, she wasn't especially difficult. What was more surprising was just how strange a girl Mariah seemed to be, Cassie had caught her staring at her for large lengths of time, she talked to herself often, and always seemed like she was about to laugh at some joke only she understood. The only thing Cassie knew for sure was that she was beyond spoiled. The only child to a single mother - Mariah's bedroom was larger than the apartments of most of Cassie's friends - a veritable play-palace.

Cassie, for the most part, countered the spoiled and strange attitude with disinterest and a stern hand. She was here to do a job, and keep Mariah out of trouble - not be her new best friend. Which the brat seemed angered to learn after the babysitter had denied her request to 'play house'.

Cassie had been idling on her phone when the prattling question came. 

"Let's play house. You be the baby, and I'll be the mummy."

Cassie chuckled. "Not a chance, Mariah." She had said firmly, condescendingly. "Besides, I'm a little big to be a baby. Its nearly your bedtime anyway."

It wasn't - at least not by Mariah's reckoning, but Cassie had the run of the house now...

The brat hadn't been pleased, and had stormed off - which had been met by indifference from the older woman.

Hours after Cassie had told told her charge to go to bed, she had changed into comfier clothes and was preparing to go to bed herself. That was when she had seen the light still on in Mariah's room...

Cassie was less than accustomed to people going against her requests, especially the likes of this strange girl. She stomped down the hall, like a moth to the flame, and opened the door without knocking.

She found the girl sitting on her bed, facing towards the door, almost like she was waiting.

"Mariah. I told you to go to bed two hours ago. Would you care to explain yourself?"

The brat continued to stare, and the babysitter was about to press for an answer when the girl's voice finally filled the room.

"I'm not tired - and I still want to play."

Cassie took a few steps towards her charge, unsatisfied with these excuses. "Play? What are you..." Then the babysitter remembered. "Play house? Mariah, I'm not playing with you, playtime is over, yeah? Come on now, its time for bed."

Mariah frowned, almost a pout, before a grin spread across her face. "You're not listening. You're just like the others. I said, I want to play house..."

She raised a finger towards the increasingly impatient sitter. "I'm going to be the mummy..."

Something danced across her eyes in that moment, barely perceptible, but it gave Mariah pause. There was something in the air, she just couldn't tell what...

"And you're going to be the baby."

Mariah lowered her raised finger, and as she did so, the towering babysitter sunk towards the floor. It happened so fast, it was like Mariah was simply scaling down an image on her phone with a gesture. The world rose up around Cassie, and snatched whatever sentence she was about to utter from her mouth - turned to gasps and shrieks.

She had felt the hem of her dress crumple across her bare feet at first, then fabric sliding over and under her breasts, the material that found purchase on her hips retreated from her dwindling form. Cassie screamed as she watched her evening wear begin to fall from her body, the thin straps of her dress all that was keeping her from complete nudity.

What was happening?! How was this happening?! Everything was so big! Cassie was so consumed in trying to keep her garment on her shrinking body, she hadn't even realized just how imposing the world around her was becoming.

"M-Mariah! Whats... whats going on!?" The babysitter said, utterly panicked.

"There we go... Nearly there..." Was all Mariah said, still lowering her finger.

Cassie was trying to piece this together as best she could. "Mariah! Are you... are you doing this!?"

"Of course I am silly. You should have said you'd play with me - now you're in trouble. You said you were too big to be a baby, but I don't think thats true at all."

Cassie pulled and fiddled with her dress, trying to preserve some level of modesty. The babysitter went to try and speak, but the brat just cut her off.

"You're going to tire yourself out, baby. Maybe you should be put to bed. After all, a good night's sleep will help you grow big and tall..."

It was then that Cassie lowered her finger, smiled, and stood to her feet. All Cassie could do was scream and fumble in her ridiculously oversized attire - looking like a child playing dress up in her mother's clothing.

It was only then, as Mariah towered over the babysitter, that Cassie understood why so few people took jobs at the Quinn residence.

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Hope you enjoy, my lovely patrons! I thought you all deserved some shrinking-out-of-clothes before the month's end. <3