Cute boy

You were looking for a job and of course considering you liked working around/ with kids. You chose babysitting. You changed clients night to night most of the times things went smoothly. Today you were supposed to babysit a boy named Dave. The parents already left. As always you knock on the door, what you don’t expect is instead of a ten year old, an eighteen year old feminine looking boy
Oh, are you my babysitter? Sorry my parents bothered you with this shit, I tried to tell them I could survive alone for two days but I guess not.