The Babysitter

Chapter 35
The Babysitter, Part 35

Part 35

“What the fuck . . . ?”

The murmured question escaped my lips without me even thinking about it. Briefly glancing towards the closed bathroom door, since Noelle had gotten on my case about swearing before, I turned my attention back to the problem at hand after assuring myself that my quieter tone wouldn’t have been heard in my bedroom. There was also a chance she was already gone, at least long enough to toss my sheets in the washer. 

Either way, I had more pressing things to deal with. Putting aside the fact that the white panties were soaked and embarrassingly yellow now that I could see them inside my partially pulled down shorts, I was still processing the follow-up visual that was shocking in its own regard. I had only gotten my bottoms halfway down my thighs, so I was stuck dealing with that first. 

I wasn’t really sure what to do with my clothes, either. After a moment’s hesitation, I settled on dropping them in the corner by the toilet. It would be simple enough to wipe down a wet spot on the floor. I was level-headed enough to turn on the shower right afterwards, though my mind was racing the entire time. Pretty much the second I stepped under the water, I gave my private area a more thorough look. 

All my hair was gone. I wasn’t going crazy; it had been there last night when I had rinsed off before bed. Did Paige or one of her friends sneak in and shave me last night?! That was taking this whole ‘Miley’ thing way too far. It was so violating, too!

Before, I had been certain that my sister had given me a pill that had somehow caused me to wet the bed. There was definitely medication for stuff like that, although I wasn’t really familiar with it. Now that I was looking down at my bare womanhood, however, I was starting to suspect it was some kind of sleeping pill. There was no way I would have slept through wet sheets and having my hair removed in such a personal spot. I wasn’t exactly the lightest sleeper, but I definitely would have woken up to that under normal circumstances. 

I probably couldn’t prove it, however. Noelle was completely biased against me, and she had literally just rejected my assertion that this was somehow Paige’s fault. If I started up with that again, even if I was right, I would just look even worse than I already did. 

For the time being, I simply tackled the task at hand. Being careful to not let my hair get wet, as I had just showered last night and didn’t need to go through the whole process again, I thoroughly scrubbed down everything below my waist. Just to be safe, I hit my lower back as well. By the time I turned the water off, I was no closer to a solution than I had been before. It’s not like I could walk up to Noelle and tell her that my sister shaved me. As long as I was ‘Miley,’ I was going to be perceived as a troublesome younger girl. 

That’s when it hit me. Paige wasn’t just screwing with me for the sake of screwing with me. Being smooth in the one area that I normally maintained enough hair to signify that I was a young woman further served to make me appear younger. 

Still, that didn’t explain how I wet the bed! Was that just a combination of being put to bed earlier than usual and not waking up naturally to such an urge thanks to the pill? Or had Paige done something? This was all based on the assumption that it was a sleeping pill, of course. Now that I was faced with both wet sheets and a bare mound, it was more difficult to try and place how each of them happened without me waking up or my sister being caught. 

Giving a look of distaste to the crumpled, damp clothes in the corner, I reluctantly decided to leave them where they were for now. Partly because I was naked save for the towel, and partly because Noelle would be taking the washing machine for herself. Once I was dry, still reeling from the fact that my mature image had been altered for the worse down there, I cracked the bathroom door to make sure no one was waiting on the other side. When there was no stern babysitter or wicked step-sister within sight, I stepped back out into my room. 

I frowned when I saw that the door to the hallway was wide open. Paige’s sleepovers usually happened in her bedroom, despite how the basement was the bigger space and more logical space. Since they tended to set up their gaming stuff upstairs, however, that’s where they always eventually ended up settling. Normally that meant I had to deal with them disturbing the peace well after midnight. This time around, I was just worried they would see my stripped bed and toweled self. 

Anyone walking by and/or poking in for a patronizing ‘Good morning, Miley!’ would be yet another thing to deal with. I had enough on my plate at the moment, and I was quick to cross my room and close the door for the sake of privacy and self preservation. 

With a loud huff, I went to find something to wear. That meant starting with underwear, and my options were embarrassingly limited when I only had what Paige had left in my drawer. One way or another, I was going to be stuck wearing a training bra. With most of my nicer bras destroyed and the rest of them stashed away, I was stuck with the immature undergarments before me. As for panties, that was a question of whether I wanted to wear boring colors or one of the more childish/girly pairs left for me. On second thought, that wasn’t much of a choice at all. Just because I was stuck with demeaning options didn’t mean I couldn’t match. Not knowing how much time I had left before Noelle returned, I risked dropping the towel and hastily pulling on the plain, white panties. With my back to the door, I was less concerned about being topless for a few seconds as I dealt with the bra. Similar to the one I was given yesterday, the training bra was about half a size too small. The slightly too-tight fabric, as well as the unsexy cut, made it look like my chest barely existed. Or to Noelle, probably like I was just starting to develop. 

I still wasn’t over the fact that Paige and/or one of her friends shaved me. Putting underwear on was yet another reminder of how painfully immature I looked down there now. And that wasn’t all I had to worry about. A muffled voice in the hall caused me to nervously glance over my shoulder and halfway reach for the towel crumpled on the floor. Just in case. Though I was no longer at risk of being exposed, I’d definitely prefer being seen in a towel than in the underwear combo I was currently sporting. 

Turning that direction did more than delay me a few seconds from looking through my drawers for an outfit. It also drew my attention to my bed. More accurately, my bare mattress that had a noticeable yellow patch where I had been sleeping that greatly contrasted the white surrounding it.