You show up to your first babysitting gig at the address you found on Craigslist.
A middle-aged man answers the door and leads you into his living room. It's adorned with plush pastel rugs, shelves lined with plushies, and toys scattered across the floor. It looks like a dream nursery for one incredibly lucky kid.
"Wow your kid must love it here. Where are they?"
"Just in there sweetie, go on in."
With your back turned, his thick, strong arms wrap around you from behind and wrestle you to the ground.
You snarl & thrash trying to throw him off. "Get the hell off of me!"
"What a fussy little thing we are" :) "Such a big, grumpy voice for such a tiny girl." His voice drips with condescending baby-talk.
He scribbles his fingers on that sensitive spot under your chin. You ofc can't help but let out a choked giggle.
"There it is!" "There's my tickly little girl!"
His hands roam and explore your body. His finger find your vulnerable, soft belly and a stream of helpless, little girl giggles force their way out.
He pins your feet with one large hand and traces your arches with the other, making you shriek and curl into a ball.
His fingers on your ticklish little kitty rip a high-pitched, infantile squeal from your throat.
"Who's a giggly little baby? You are! Yes, you are!" "Daddy found your tickle spots didn't he?" "You're having so much fun!"
The pressure becomes too much and you have an accident, soaking your jeans.
"Uh- oh. Looks like someone was having too much fun. That's okay sweetie! Accidents happen. Daddy will get you all cleaned up."
Daddy picks you up and carries you to the changing table. Replacing your wet clothes with a thick, padded diaper, before lifting you up again.
Daddy sits in a rocking chair, cradling and rocking you. He tells you what a good, ticklish little girl you are. How Daddy will always be there to take care of you. To play tickle-games with you.
The fight starts to drain out of you. The tickling, the diaper, and the constant baby-talk makes your mind go fuzzy.
Your adult identify, the one that came here to babysit, is washed away.
Daddy finally sits you down amongst the plushies and blankets, & hands you a brightly coloured rattle. You don't protest, you just look up at him with big, trusting eyes.
You don't remember what you came here for anymore.
All you know is that you're Daddy's sweet, ticklish little baby, and he loves to hear you giggle.




















