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“Casey, a little help?” called Harry.
“What?” yelled Casey, pouring herself some punch. It was hard to hear over the pumping music.
“HELP,” said Harry again, with an audible grimace.
Casey looked up to see her flatmate Imogen draping herself over Harry. Clearly hammered, Imogen was smiling dazedly as she clung to Casey’s boyfriend.
Casey groaned and put down her drink.
“Imogen, maybe go get some fresh air, eh?” she suggested, prising the drunk girl loose and gently shoving her toward the back door.
“Ah wan’ more beer,” said Imogen, toddling off toward the kitchen.
“Not a good idea,” groaned Casey, but she reasoned that Imogen was an adult. Maybe she really could handle that much alcohol.
A New Year’s party had seemed a great idea, and a nice way to welcome the new roomie, but as soon as Harry had arrived, Imogen had monopolised him. Even sober, she flirted pretty shamelessly in front of Casey, and it took all of her willpower for Casey not to slap her sideways.
Luckily, it seemed Imogen had moved on to another victim, and was shoving herself onto the lap of some poor guy, much to his friends’ amusement.
“He’s gay,” she heard one of the guys explain to Imogen, but this only served to change her attack to one of aggressive befriending.
“Ohmuhgod I always wanted a gay friend,” she slurred.
The guy in question rolled his eyes, shoved her off and wearily went to the bathroom.
Another girl approached Casey.
“Can you do anything about that idiot? Chuck her out or something? She just grabbed my arse, my boyfriend’s arse and my friend’s purse.”
Casey apologised. “She lives here. We just signed a year’s lease together.”
The girl put a hand on Casey’s shoulder. “Poor you.”
It was 23.40 and everyone was chattering about the year ahead when they all heard “TA-DAH!” from the doorway to Imogen’s room. The girl in question was stark naked, except shaving foam over her nipples and crotch.
Everyone gawped. Several glowered. Casey grimaced.
“Ulp…” Imogen’s triumphant pose crumpled as she put a hand to her mouth.
“No…” Casey dashed forward to steer Imogen toward the bathroom. “Don’t you dare…not on the rental carpet….”
Imogen threw up, not only on the carpet but all over Casey’s top.
Casey closed her eyes in fury, clenched her fists and growled “ENOUGH.”
She headed for the front door. Harry tried to stop her.
“Come on, don’t let her ruin this New Year’s Eve…”
Casey kept walking but called out, “Do me a favour, would you? Make sure she doesn’t die of alcohol poisoning before I get back.”
Imogen slumped to the ground, smiling stupidly, and Harry cleaned up around her.
Ten minutes later, Casey returned. She wasn’t angry, though. She held two full bags from the supermarket.
“Where’s Imogen?” she said sweetly.
Harry, still blotting away the red wine vomit, waved a hand towards the couch where the girl in question was still butt-naked, lounging in front of the electric fire.
“Imogen,” called Casey. “You’ve been such a character tonight. I have a very special role for you though. A festive one!”
She signalled Harry to come over and whispered to him. He frowned, then grinned as he understood her meaning.
Imogen raised an eyebrow.
“I wan’nother beer Casey.”
“We’ll get you a drink in a minute but let’s get you dressed up in your costume first.”
“Hunhh?” Imogen found herself guided down to the ground and laid on a towel. “Whunh you doon?”
Casey unpacked her bags. First came wet wipes, which she used to clean the last of the barf from Imogen’s mouth. Then she wiped the shaving-foam bikini from Imogen’s privates and cleaned off her nipples.
“Hey! Why you wiping me?” protested Imogen. “Leave muh sexy New Year outfit!”
“We have a better one in mind,” chuckled Harry, as more guests wandered over to watch. Next Casey brought out oil, powder and a pack of adult nappies.
You see,” said Casey, “You’ve been such a baby tonight, we thought you’d make an excellent Baby New Year!”
Imogen turned pale and tried to struggle free, but Harry and his friend Alex held her fast.
“LEMME GO I DON’ WAN’ BE BABY NOO YIR!”
“Fussy little girl, isn’t she?” commented Casey, and shoved a blue dummy into Imogen’s mouth. She oiled and powdered the naughty flatmate.
“Shit, she’s really going to do it!” clapped one of the girls whose boyfriend had been hassled by Imogen. “Oh my God, this is looong overdue. I have to get a picture of this!”
“MNO PIKSHURS! MNO PIKSHURS!” complained Imogen, but the giggling guests began to take photos and videos as Casey opened a thick nappy, scooted it underneath her bottom and pulled it up between her legs. She taped it together and had the two lads get Baby New Year back on her feet.
Imogen blushed red and spat out her dummy, then clamped a hand to her mouth again, turning green and leaning forward.
“Uh-oh, Baby’s feeling sick again!” sang Casey. “Just a moment.”
She pulled out a bib and tied it round Imogen’s neck, just in time for Baby New Year herself to throw up down it.
“Awww,” said one of the girls watching. “Someone’s got an upset tummy.”
“Good job she’s in nappies,” sniggered another. “Not sure she’ll make it to the bathroom.”
Imogen stamped her foot, which only made her look more like a toddler. Before she could storm off, Casey grabbed Imogen’s hands and wrapped them thickly in bubble wrap, taping it in place.
Imogen swore and stormed through the crowd in her dirty bib, her nappy rustling along the way. Several people patted her bottom as she stomped. When she got to her bedroom door, though, her new bubble mitts meant she couldn’t grip the handle.
“Let me INTO MY ROOM!” she bawled.
“I don’t think so,” said Casey, pulling out the final item from her shopping bags: a potty.
She placed it in the corner and grabbed Imogen by the ear, turning her to the wall before sitting her diapered bottom on the potty with a rustle.
“You’re going to sit there until the party’s over and think about your actions,” she said. “And if you move from your potty, any one of us can smack your bottom until it’s bright pink.”
Harry passed her a piece of card with a string threaded through it and she hung it backwards around Imogen’s neck. It read “Naughty Baby New Year”.
Imogen hung her head, feeling her insides gurgle from so much beer. She mumbled that she wanted a drink.
“Certainly,” said Casey, and filled a baby bottle with water, shoving the teat into Imogen’s surprised mouth.
The guests took more photos as Imogen was forced to swallow the whole bottle, burping at the end. Her dummy was replaced and she was warned not to remove it.
“Everybody,” said Casey. “We need to keep Baby New Year hydrated. She’s had too much to drink so I want you to give her a bottle when you think she needs one. Just water, mind. She’s too young for beer.”
She turned back to her miserable flatmate, whose nappy puffed out over the top of the potty.
“If you want a change you need to ask for one,” said Casey. “No toilet privileges for this little brat. If you want one before everyone’s gone home, we’ll change you in the middle of the room.”
Imogen sniffled to herself as someone tied her hair in bunches before gently patting her head.
“It’s going to be a good year,” said Casey, kissing Harry as the chimes rang out. “I can just feel it.”