The Diaper Girls pt.1

The Diaper Girls pt.1

Emma had been in a relationship with Skye for three years now. A lesbian one, maybe - perhaps not accepted by her parents - but nevertheless stronger than the majority. They had grown around each other - learnt - listened - and had beautiful moments that would last a lifetime. But one thing Emma would have never thought was about to happen, something that would change the whole relationship for as long as she lived...

It all began one harsh winter morning; forceful, cackling winds blew up against their windows, and a frosty ice had engulfed the pavements outside. Emma scrabbled for the beeping alarm - ringing at 2am - that was the kind of job she had been forced to take. "A retched delivery job - I'm not this person - my acting career should have shot up by now!" she had said only months ago. But no, Emma was having to set off in the middle of the night, delivering bloody parcels until 5pm, whilst her girlfriend sat at home, lazing around. Emma didn't blame Skye though, she had tried to get a job for the past six months, just hadn't succeeded. As she got quickly dressed into uniform, Skye forced herself awake.
  'Love you - good luck.'
  Emma paused from adjusting her tie, not being able to help but feel a pang of jealousy.
  'Love you too,' she said half-heartedly. And by 2:15 she was off, destined to spend the rest of the day slaving over a mound of parcels in the back of her van. Even after she did her average-paying job, the debt was still coming in like oxygen. What was she going to do? Emma couldn't help but let a sigh as she pulled into the driveway of one "Mrs. Jerome". Admiring the quaint house, pulling a small, tightly wrapped sphere from the back of her van, she approached the front door. Upon getting closer, the house became gloomier and darker, as if some sort of dark presence loomed over her.
  The residents were never awake at the time she was there, so Emma set the parcel down on the front mat. As she turned to leave, the door clicked open, and a warm light spread over her.
  'Don't you want to come in dear?' said Mrs. Jerome, an elderly woman. 'Only for a few minutes.'
  'Oh,' said Emma, backing away from the house, 'I've got a tight shift - so I'd better be -'
  'Nonsense. We both know you hate that job of yours. Come in, I must show you something.'
  Reluctantly, Emma followed Mrs. Jerome inside, into a cosy, yet daunting home. They assumed two armchairs, and that was when it began. Mrs. Jerome promptly unwrapped her parcel, revealing a large, emerald gem. She leaned into Emma.
  'Do you want to know what it does?' she said, stroking it quietly.
  'O - OK.'
  'It grants one person one wish. Now what would that be dear?'
  Emma glared at the gem for a few seconds. Could it really do that? She doubted it, and this was probably some woman who had been scammed whilst browsing the internet, but it was worth a shot. All her problems zoomed into her head - debt - working a horrible job - having to provide for her and her girlfriend. She knew exactly what she wanted.
  'Fine,' she said, 'I wish I had no responsibilities.'
  'Your wish is granted,' said Mrs. Jerome, smiling. Nothing happened, and the only difference Emma could decipher was that her panties seemed to get thicker - and comfier.