The Weekend Visit, Part 31

I allowed Kate to pin the diapers back on without any protest or hesitation.

At this point, all I could do was keep playing her games and demeaning myself in the process. Awkward, girly, bubbly, immature, etc. Surviving the weekend was my priority, and Kate had proven again and again that she was going to get her way no matter what. So I merely lay there until the padding was properly situated, trying my best not to blush at the fact that my sister was getting yet another unfettered view of my most private area as my legs were splayed, followed by the increasingly familiar feeling of the bulky underwear between my thighs once she was done.

The second I was able to, I pulled my skirt back on, then begrudgingly thanked her for the potty training lesson when she ‘suggested’ for me to do so. Of course, I wasn’t quite done yet. I also had to list all the steps we had just gone through, so she knew that I had been paying attention. As badly as I wanted to point out that she had just mentioned that taking too long would hint towards our cousins that this had maybe been a diaper change, I also didn’t want to extend that time by sparking a completely different way for her to lecture and patronizing me.

So I attempted to do as I was told without sounding completely ridiculous at the same time. Using the toilet, wiping, flushing, washing my hands. All things that a girl my age was perfectly capable of doing without supervision. That would normally be it, except the fifth step was unique to my current humiliating circumstances. And thanks to Kate’s constant reminders about how I should be acting as her ‘little sister,’ I had to say it with a smile and the giggle that was getting more habitual by the hour. “Then I, like, put my diapers back on.”

“Very good, Annie,” Kate said, “If you manage to avoid having another accident before our next bathroom trip, I’ll let you try it all by yourself.”

The implication was impossible to miss; apparently Kate was going to supervise me at least one more time. At least I would be able to do it without her fussing over me the whole time, though that was barely a win considering how unnecessary her presence was. Her skepticism about my ability to make it to the toilet hadn’t gone unnoticed, either. I didn’t dignify any of it with a response.

When we returned to the twins’ bedroom, hand in hand like usual, I was surprised to see Luna in a nice dress while Lilah was standing by the closet in nothing but her underwear.

“Umm . . . ” I quietly blurted out, using one of my mandated filler words completely unintentionally upon seeing the contrast between our cousins.

Kate let go of my hand, and asked, “Oh, is it time to get dressed already?”

“Not yet!” Luna said, “We’re just looking at options. What do you think about this one, by the way?” She was mostly asking Kate, though I ended up giving her a quick once-over due to how I was normally more into fashion than my recent youthful outfits might suggest.

The dark purple did go well with her hair, though that’s all the information I had to work with. Clearly I was the only girl here who didn’t know why Luna was wearing a fancy dress, and that major detail would be important where dressing up was involved. Otherwise, she could be too formal, or too informal, or . . . It didn’t matter. I was allegedly ‘twelve,’ which meant my advice probably wouldn’t be taken seriously no matter how sound it was.

“Super pretty!” Kate exclaimed. She stepped forward to give Luna a better look, “Maybe wear your hair up, with some understated jewelry?”

“Good idea. I bet Lilah could manage that. She’s great with fancy braids!”

“It’s true,” Lilah replied. Glancing over her shoulder with a playful smile, she said, “Add it to my tally.”

“Pretty sure we gave you a point for that ages ago,” Luna scoffed.

“Twin rivalry?” Kate guessed.

“Mm hmm,” Lilah nodded, “As you can tell, it’s super serious and something we have an actual score for.”

“Which makes it so interesting how often we’re tied,” Luna teased.

Lilah let out an overly dramatic sigh. “Which is why I need your help, Kate! Think you can find me a dress that outdoes hers?”

“Maybe!” Kate said, “But what’s in it for me? Have anything that would look pretty on a redhead?”

“For sure! We’re basically the same size. And I’m sure we can come up with something for Baby Annie, too.”

And that was that. The three of them decided pretty quickly that it made more sense to save me for last, as I was the odd one out where size was involved. So I ended up just sitting on the edge of the nearest bed and essentially sulking as Kate pretended like she was some knowledgeable stylist despite how casually she dressed most of the time. Not that I was an expert by any means, but I definitely dressed more properly than her.

Luna opted to keep the dress she had already found, though I did have to deal with both Kate and Lilah strutting around in their lingerie between various outfit possibilities. While it wasn’t that big of a deal, as at least they kept their bras on despite commenting once or twice that they’d probably need to change depending on what they eventually landed on, it didn’t mean I wanted to sit there and watch them move about with so much bare skin on display. Less because I was a prude, and more because it was a reminder of just how unfair things were in terms of me being screwed over by puberty when we all had similar genes. Kate and I were definitely sisters, considering how many other physical qualities we shared outside of the ones that made me look like the younger girl.

After a little while, Luna took it upon herself to start looking for something for me to wear. I still hadn’t heard why we would need nicer outfits later. My assumption was dinner at a more upscale place, even though Kate and I hadn’t been told to bring anything besides the summer clothes we packed. If that was the case, it did make sense that we wouldn’t be leaving quite yet. I was tempted to ask, of course, but that would involve putting the spotlight back on me when everything was much less embarrassing whenever I could fade into the background.

That tactic wouldn’t work forever, unfortunately. After looking through the hand-me-downs from the other day, Luna found a potential dress.

“How about this, Annie?” she asked, holding it up, “You’ll look so cute!”