The Exchange Student – Chapter 4

Was Karissa offering just to be nice? Anna paused for a moment, before realizing she was standing up, giving everyone a good view of the wet spot on her clothes, recognizing that, because of that, she was going to have to make a choice in a hurry if she didn’t want this to get even more humiliating, assuming that was possible at this point.

Karissa easily could have said nothing, let her pass by and waddle off to the bathroom on her own. In fact, Anna had so thoroughly assumed that was what was going to happen, the words had taken her by surprise. The girl had already given herself an assignment to help Anna with, after all, though it was one that could be simply passed off to Doyle. Karissa didn’t owe Anna anything more than that – or that, in all honesty.

If this had taught her anything, however, it was that watching videos and dreaming about diapering herself weren’t all it took to be able to do it properly. She needed someone else to help her with it… Karissa was absolutely not the person she would have picked, were she doing so, but it was certainly better her than Doyle.

Speaking of Doyle, he broke her out of her faze, handing her bag down. Anna’s face flushed, feeling his eyes on her, own her crotch, sure he saw now what the wet spot looked like, realized what it was, since it wasn’t a drink spill. She lowered her bag quickly, holding it in front of herself, despite knowing it was far too late, as she turned back to Karissa, hardly able to believe what she was about to say.

“C-Could you?” she asked quietly. “H-Help me?”

Karissa’s eyes widened ever so slightly, as if she hadn’t expected that response, shifting in her seat, glancing up at her boyfriend. “Yeah,” she said finally, after a long, awkward second of silence. “Sure thing.”

Anna toddled past her, waiting in the aisle for the other girl to stand up, whispering something to Doyle before stepping in behind Anna, ushering her up the aisle, towards the bathroom. It was her first time standing up next to Karissa, seeing what a difference there was in their heights, which made her feel very much like a little girl with her babysitter, rather than a high school senior, an adult – technically, anyway – next to one of her peers. She ought to love that, and how it fed directly into her fantasies, but, at the moment, it was almost too much for her.

The bathroom was tiny, especially with the two of them jammed in there, the bag between them. They stood there briefly, Anna too nervous to move on to the next step, until Karissa spoke up. “So, uh… What do you need help with?”

Anna gazed up at her, squirming in discomfort as her eyes flicked over at the mirror, at her own reflection, comparing herself to the other girl again. It wasn’t too late to back out now… However, she had only one more outfit, and if she leaked again… She groaned, imagining having to toddle her way out of the bathroom in just a diaper and t-shirt, every other bit of clothing she had with her wet and stuffed into her carry-on.

Wordlessly, she opened up her bag, rifling through it to find a diaper and pulling it out, holding it out to Karissa. She’d assumed, from the start, that Karissa knew what she was wearing, that she’d had some sort of sixth sense about it, but if that had been the case, she was doing an excellent job pretending otherwise now.

“W-Wait, are you wearing..?” she asked, barely containing a giggle, staring down at Anna. “Oh, that makes so much sense! I thought the leak looked weird, but I couldn’t quite place it… It’s been so long since my little brother was in diapers, I forgot!”

Before Anna could change her mind, Karissa took the offered diaper, turning it over in her hands, the mere sight of it there making Anna a bit weak in the knees. “You are so lucky,” Karissa muttered, shaking her head.

Anna blinked, taken by surprise. “I-I am?”

“I mean, I’m not shocked or anything,” Karissa shrugged. “Girl clothes in general are cuter than boy clothes, but these are way more adorable than any diapers that brat ever wore.”

Of course, in this instance, it wasn’t unreasonable to assume ‘adorable’ meant babyish, that Karissa was saying her diapers were even more infantile than those that belonged to an actual baby. Anna did love that about them, though she had to wonder if, perhaps, she should tone it down a bit whenever she bought her next package, especially if she was going to let anyone else see her diaper, or help her change. If she wasn’t going to trust herself to pretend to be younger than she was, it might be hard to pretend she genuinely needed these things, as opposed to wanting to wear them, if she was voluntarily picking out ones that looked that immature.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

“Huh?” Karissa blinked. “What for?”

Anna wasn’t even sure, although it had felt like the right thing to say. “I-I dunno,” she blushed. “I-I just… I-I’m not very good at putting them on myself, and… I-I didn’t mean to bother you, but…”

“No, no,” Karissa assured her. “It’s fine. I needed to get up out of that seat for a minute anyway. Now, are you also not very good at getting undressed?”

Anna shook her head. “N-No, I’m good at that!” she exclaimed, wiggling out of her skirt to demonstrate. “I do it all the time!” Her blush deepened, realizing how that could sound. “T-To change clothes, not… I-I don’t mean…” No matter what she said, it seemed she was digging herself further into a hole. She didn’t want to pretend to be a slut who took her clothes off all the time; she didn’t want to admit to being a virgin, who had never done so in front of other people at all, however, not directly, not without a locker door to hide behind.

“Calm down,” Karissa told her. “It’s all right. Just breathe.”

Anna nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked down at her onesie. It was definitely soaked… Whether Karissa had recognized what it was or not, she couldn’t say, though once she started to undo the buttons, there was no way she wouldn’t. And it was one thing to let Karissa see one of her diapers on its own, folded up… It was another altogether to reveal the one she was wearing, and had thoroughly used.

But if she was going to get cleaned up, and changed, she was going to have to do it eventually. She sighed, reached down, popping open one of the snaps, and then another, working her way across before, holding her breath, she slid out of the onesie, standing in front of Karissa in just her leaky diaper, Velcro sneakers, and pink bra that felt more like a training bra than the real thing, especially now, staring up at the other girl.

It was almost a relief to find Karissa wasn’t staring back, that she had picked up Anna’s bag and was digging through it, taking out the little bottles of powder and lotion Anna had packed, setting them next to the diaper on the tiny counter. “Here,” she said, handing off the travel pack of wipes she’d found.

Anna took them, gulping as she returned her gaze to herself, to her diaper. Part of her wondered if she should have asked Karissa to wait outside for this part… But what did it matter? If Karissa was going to help her put on the new diaper, she’d see everything anyway. She winced at the sound of tearing when she grabbed one tape and gave it a pull, signalling to her there was no going back now, the diaper dangling heavily forward, threatening to slide down her legs with one side undone before she caught it to undo the other tape so she could take it off more gracefully, setting it down, feeling incredibly bashful now, mostly naked, as she cleaned herself off.

She was glad Karissa hadn’t insisted on doing this part herself, though that meant she used probably more of the wipes than she needed, wanting to be thorough, and stalling to brace herself for what was going to happen next. Finally, however, she knew she had to stop, or she wouldn’t have any left for any possible future changes she might need before landing, so she clumsily bundled the diaper up, wipes in the middle, and stuffed it into the trash guiltily, knowing she wasn’t leaving much room for anyone else to throw anything else away.

“So,” Karissa announced when Anna was finished, acting, as best she could, like nothing had happened, “I’m thinking the toilet is the best option.”

“Huh?” Anna tilted her head. Was Karissa telling her that she ought to use the toilet from now on? She wanted to spout out her cover story to explain why she couldn’t do that, how she needed her diapers, but, considering how her first time using her diaper had gone, she wasn’t sure Karissa didn’t have a point, that she should maybe leave this until she was on solid land again.

“There’s not really anywhere else to sit you down,” Karissa continued. “So, I think the toilet will have to do.” She set the diaper down on the closed lid, giving it a pat.

“O-Oh,” Anna nodded. “R-Right.” Obediently, she sat down on the waiting diaper, looking up at Karissa as she opened up the bottle of lotion, squirting some onto her hands, rubbing it around… Anna prepared herself as best she could, pretended there was nothing unusual about this… If she had trouble getting her diapers on by herself, most likely somebody else did this part, too, so she had to act as if she was accustomed to the sensation of somebody else touching her down there, massaging the lotion into her skin, even though that was definitely not the case.

“Whoever changes you normally must do a very good job,” Karissa commented as she finished, washing her hands off and drying them before picking up the bottle of powder. “I don’t see any signs of diaper rash at all!”

“Y-Yeah,” Anna replied, almost woozy from humiliation, and exhilaration, all wrapped up into one. “I-I’m really lucky…”

There was no denying how mortifying this was, yet she did believe what she had said… Having someone like Karissa, someone so pretty, who seemed like she had to be so very popular, who had such a hot boyfriend, someone who, at her old school, would probably barely bother to look at her, helping her do this, and not making fun of her while she did, felt nearly unbelievably lucky.

“Well, I hope I don’t mess it up for you,” Karissa said. “I’m a bit out of practice…”

She was either being modest, or it was like riding a bike, because there was nothing clumsy about what came next, about how snugly she pulled the diaper around Anna, or fastened the tapes, so much easier, and better, than Anna had, giving Anna another reason to feel tiny and helpless in comparison. “There we go!” Karissa declared, helping Anna off the toilet. “All done!”

Anna wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she felt even more babyish now, wiggling her bottom, seeing how it hugged her and moved with her properly, just knowing that someone else had put it on her. She couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around Karissa gratefully with a sincere, “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome,” Karissa chuckled. “I can’t imagine how tough it must be, traveling on your own at your age, and having to deal with… that… too.”

Anna blushed, getting confirmation that, indeed, Karissa did think she was younger than her. Was that why she’d offered, and agreed, to help? She supposed she shouldn’t complain about it now… After all, she wasn’t going to see the girl again after they got off the plane.

“Yeah,” she replied simply, quickly grabbing the clothes she’d arrived to the airport in out of her bag and putting them on before taking out one of the bags she’d brought to put used diapers in if she needed to and stuffing her wet outfit into it. With the diaper bulging beneath them, the pajama pants and t-shirt made her feel nearly as childish as the onesie and skirt, like a bedwetter, having just been gotten ready for bed by her babysitter, making the trip back down the aisle to their seats hardly any better than the one to the bathroom had been.

A flight attendant was just draping a seat cover over Anna’s seat when they arrived, Anna standing back and watching as the woman finished up, gathering her cleaning supplies so she could leave, giving Anna a smile when she saw her, making it clear she knew which of the two girls waiting there had been in that seat, who had left that wet spot. The cover rustled beneath Anna’s bottom when she sat, but at least it was dry, she told herself.

She couldn’t concentrate on her movie after that, squirming and fidgeting in her seat, now having to be sure to tug her PJ pants up every few minutes to keep them from sliding down, exposing the waistband of her diaper. Karissa, of course, knew what they were, and she had no doubt the girl would tell Doyle eventually, though hopefully not until they were all off their plane, and headed in their separate directions.

Part of her wanted to fall asleep, to make the time pass faster, but she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her pants that way, and she was too worked up by now anyway. Inevitably, she had to pee again, and she didn’t feel like she had any choice other than to use the diaper after having Karissa put her in it, not unless she was going to ask Karissa to help re-fasten it, which she definitely didn’t plan on if she didn’t have to.

It was much better this time, that same sensation of growing warmth and squishiness with none of the leakage, the diaper holding strong… And making her feel even more like a bedwetter. She wiggled in her seat, pressing her thighs together, daring to give the padding a poke, both reveling in the babyish feeling of it all, and making sure it seemed like it could take some more, like she didn’t need another change.

At last, the pilot made the announcement that they were getting ready to begin their descent, and Anna was happy to buckle her seatbelt and wait it out, eager to get off this plane, to put all this behind her, to start fresh. It wasn’t quite how she’d envisioned it, but she was determined to make the rest of her trip great, now that she had this experience over with. She knew now she either had to get much better at changing her own diapers, or be very open about them to at least the mother of her host family, to let her give her a hand with them.

Doyle got her bag back down for her, and Anna took it, saying, “Thank you,” to both him and Karissa, who bent down to give her a hug.

“Be careful out there!” Karissa warned.

“I will!” Anna promised, hurrying off, leaving the other two to get their own luggage out. As nice as they’d been, she was glad to be seeing the last of them, no matter how scary it was making her way through the airport by herself, grabbing her suitcase, going through customs, and heading to arrivals, hoping her host family was going to be there.

Sure enough, after a minute or two of searching, she saw a family waiting there, holding a sign with her name on it, a nice looking couple with a younger boy. Anna blushed slightly, double checking her pajama pants, then made her way over, feeling a wave of relief as she saw their eyes widen, smiles forming on their faces at her approach, seeming excited to see her, starting to rush over…

And past her, of course; how would they have known what she looked like, when she hadn’t known the same about them? She turned to see where they were going, cheeks burning, head spinning as she saw them greet Karissa, enveloping her in a giant hug.

There was no way, she thought, heart pounding in her chest. This couldn’t be happening… Of all the people she could have been sat next to on the plane, who she’d had to turn to for help… It was definitely Karissa, however, Doyle standing back, watching politely, meeting Anna’s eyes for a moment and giving her a wave she was too stunned to return.

“It’s so good to see you!” Karissa’s mother told her. “Now we just have to wait for Anna to get here, and we can get you all home!”

Anna wanted to sink into the floor, to run away… But where would she go?! She was in a foreign country, a place where she didn’t know anyone… Except, of course, for the girl who had changed her diaper on the plane, who she was now going to be living with, going to school with…

“Th-That’s me,” she said quietly, stepping forward. “I’m Anna.” She felt everyone’s eyes turn towards her, but especially Karissa’s, which were instantly filled with confusion, and then bemusement, putting it all together, realizing how wrong she’d been in assuming the age of the girl next to her. Anna squirmed, meeting Karissa’s eyes sheepishly, trying to beg her silently to not say anything. But would the other girl understand?

Will Karissa…

Tell her family about Anna’s secret?

Say nothing to her family, but tell her friends?

Tell everyone?

Or stay quiet… For now?

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A Chance Meeting

It had to be fate; there was no other explanation for it. Mikayla had just been driving home from the gym when she looked over and saw her there, the next car over. Their eyes had met, and, from the other car, Suzy had waved, smiled.

She looked so excited, so happy to see Mikayla, in the same way Mikayla was to see her, though she was able to keep it all inside. Her heart was definitely bouncing, the same way Suzy was doing in her seat, beaming rays of happiness into her chest, where nobody could see them. Mikayla wished she had somebody there to drive her car for her, like Mikayla seemed to have, because she was so thrilled she failed to notice the light changing, got honked at by the person behind her.

She’d had a crush on Suzy for years, ever since Mikayla had moved to this town with her family in high school, and Suzy had been one of the first people to talk to her, to be nice to her. Suzy, of course, had a boyfriend, and even after they’d broken up, Mikayla had never had the guts to do anything about it, so, after graduation, she’d resigned herself to seeing the girl every now and then, at reunions, where Mikayla would feel sorry for herself and dream of what might have been…

And then, after college, both of them had moved back to town. They didn’t see each other often, but it was always a highlight of Mikayla’s day when it happened, when she caught a glimpse. Suzy was only getting prettier, more adorable, over the years, and the last time she’d seen her, Mikayla had resolved that, whenever it happened again, she was finally going to do it, finally going to tell her how she felt.

This was the perfect time, too… She was still a bit sweaty, yes, and it wasn’t the outfit she would have chosen; she had nothing to do this afternoon, however, nothing to stop her from following Suzy’s car to wherever she was headed, talking to her there. Mikayla didn’t think she was dating the woman she was with… She was hardly ancient, though she was noticeably older than either Suzy or her, so Mikayla assumed it was her mom, or perhaps an aunt or something. Not anyone who would be a threat to her advances, either way.

It might be a little awkward, inviting herself to eat with them, as she saw that they were going to a restaurant, but she didn’t have to do that… She could sit on her own and see if Suzy noticed her, or keep an eye on her, run into her ‘on accident’ in the bathroom and talk there… She’d figure something out, she resolved, pulling into a parking spot behind them.

She waited a minute or two, hunching down in her car in the hopes Suzy wouldn’t see her there, watching as the woman stepped out of the driver’s seat, walking around the car to open Suzy’s door for her. Was she a maid or something? It was odd, though Suzy had always been a bit absent-minded, so she might have just been distracted by her phone, and needed the reminder of a burst of fresh air to tell her it was time to put it away and get out of the car. The woman was carrying a large bag, too, while Suzy had nothing, allowing her to practically skip up to the front entrance of the restaurant.

Mikayla chuckled to herself. Suzy was so cute, so carefree, exactly the same as she remembered her being in high school. Whatever was going on here, whatever event she was going to, it was sure to be fun, too. Mikayla stayed in her car as long as she could, then slid out, tracing Suzy’s footsteps to the door. She looked around the restaurant for a moment, trying to see where Mikayla had been seated so she could find the perfect spot to ask to sit.

“Mikayla!” Mikayla barely had time to register the sound of her name before Suzy was bouncing towards her, grabbing her in an enthusiastic hug. “Oh, my God! I saw you, and I told Mommy that maybe you were coming here, too, and she said there was no way, and I shouldn’t get my hopes up, and..!”

“Catch your breath,” the woman Mikayla had seen in the car with her instructed, Suzy obediently pausing mid-sentence. Was that her mother? Seeing her up close, she didn’t seem as old as Mikayla had assumed, and was weird to hear someone her age calling their mom ‘Mommy,’ though Mikayla wasn’t going to judge. “She might just be here to eat.”

“You aren’t, right?” Suzy’s eyes widened. “You’re here for the meet, aren’t you?” Mikayla couldn’t resist her, couldn’t do anything other than nod. “See, Mommy?” Suzy grinned. “I told you! This is so cool, Mikayla!” She took Mikayla’s hands, hopping up and down in front of her. “I can’t believe you’re into this, too!”

Mikayla nodded, overwhelmed with Suzy’s excitement, and confusion. “Y-Yeah,” she said. “O-Of course I am!”

“I had a feeling!” Suzy smiled. Her mother, on the other hand, didn’t look quite as convinced. She was a bit scary, to be honest… Mikayla would have to see about talking with Suzy in the bathroom after all, or waiting until the woman went there. “Come on!” She took Mikayla by the hand, practically dragging her back to a private party room, filled with other people.

Suzy seemed proud to be by Mikayla’s side, introducing everyone to her. They all seemed nice enough, Mikayla supposed, even if she wasn’t sure what they were talking about half the time, or what to say when she was asked, “So, what’s your favorite brand?” or “Cloth or plastic?”

“She’s shy,” Suzy would stick up for her while she stammered, at a loss for words. “This is her first time here! Right?” Mikayla would nod, and that was usually that.

Annoyingly, once everyone decided to actually eat, Suzy’s mom sat with them, so Mikayla didn’t have the chance to say anything. Suzy never excused herself to the bathroom, and when Mikayla did so, hoping Suzy would follow, everyone just giggled, and Suzy once more defended her with a, “It’s her first time here! Be nice!”

It wasn’t a bad way to spend the afternoon, but she didn’t feel like she’d made any progress… Until they were getting ready to leave. “You know, Suzy,” her mother said, “you could still have a little sleepover tonight, if you want.”

Suzy frowned, face scrunching up. “But… Cassi isn’t here. She’s sick today.”

“I know,” her mother told her patiently. “What about Mikayla?”

“Oh!” Suzy’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! Do you want to, Mikayla?! It’ll be so much fun!”

How could Mikayla say no to that? She hadn’t been to a sleepover for years… There were bound to be plenty of opportunities for her to get Suzy to herself there, however. “Sure,” she smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

The Exchange Student – Chapter 3

As much as she wanted to push the envelope, to really go for it and see if she could pass herself off as a kid, to go back to elementary school she chickened out. Would she actually have been able to pass herself off as that young? Would that have made everyone suspicious of her, and the rest of her story? Or, even if it didn’t, somehow, would that keep them from giving her the amount of freedom as she would have liked?

“I’m eighteen,” she confessed, a part of her feeling disappointed in herself, despite knowing, deep down, it was probably the smarter choice. It was a close call, though, to the point where she wasn’t certain what would come out of her mouth when she opened it, if she might have a last-second change of heart. “And I’m a senior.”

“That’s still very brave,” the woman smiled at her. She didn’t sound as surprised as Anna expected, making her wonder if trying to pretend to by half her age would have been a disaster anyway. “I would never have been brave enough to do that when I was eighteen! What a wonderful experience for you!”

Anna nodded. “Yeah,” she replied, silently adding, “I hope so.” This wasn’t how the rest of her trip was going to go, was it? She wasn’t going to play it safe the whole time… Or she didn’t think she was. Reason would have to win out sometimes, like it had here, and that was probably for the best, she knew.

It won out again as she squirmed in her seat, trying to get used to the comfy, yet unfamiliar, sensation of her diaper’s bulk. She was eager to get to using it, to finding out first-hand what that felt like, but the more she chatted with the older couple, the more self-conscious she became about doing that in front of them. At their age, it had hardly been a shock to her to find that they had children, and even some new grandchildren. That meant they had experience, seeing kids use diapers, and thanks to the latter, it was likely fairly fresh in their minds… And she didn’t have that experience, so she didn’t trust herself to be able to hide her reaction completely, not from people who knew what they were seeing.

And Anna did catch the woman’s eyes drifting downwards, towards her crotch, a couple times, often after what seemed, to Anna, like a particularly loud crinkle from her diaper. Did she know what Anna was wearing? If so, she’d definitely recognize the signs of her wetting it; if she only suspected, it would be a confirmation.

So, while she could tell her bladder was starting to grow full, she didn’t dare use her diaper right away. She held off until it was time to board, and the couple said their goodbyes after discovering they were in a different boarding group. Anna wasn’t sure if she thought was a good thing or not… They were friendly, yes, which quelled her fears of being sat next to someone rude, yet if she didn’t have the nerve to use her diaper in front of them now, she doubted that would change when she was on the plane.

Now, she was back to being anxious about who she was going to have to sit next to, for what appeared to be a good reason as she got to her seat and saw a cute boy around her own age in the one next to her. Immediately, her face began to heat up, her hands moving to her skirt, tugging at it, wishing she’d waited to get all dressed up… Not that she expected anything to happen – and she ought to get used to it, since there were surely going to be plenty of hot guys at school – but the whole plan felt so much more silly now, somehow.

“Oh, hi,” he turned, smiled, seeing her standing in the aisle. “Are you by the window?” She nodded, unable to form words for a moment, getting lost in his eyes. “Do you want some help putting your bag up there?” He got to his feet, stepping out of her way.

“O-Oh.” Anna peered up at the overhead bin. She probably would… She might have been able to toss her bag up there, but what if it fell, and the contents came spilling out, in front of everyone? If it was up there, however, how was she going to get it if she needed a change? “I-I think I’m going to keep it with me,” she said after a moment, brushing past him, heart fluttering as they touched ever so briefly. “Th-Thank you, though.”

“Are you sure it’ll fit under the seat?” he asked, nodding to the row in front of them. “It’s pretty tight.”

She hadn’t thought of that. She sat down in her seat, bending forward, grateful for the onesie that ensured there was no chance of her diaper peeking out, and gave her bag a push, finding, frustratingly, that he was right. She pushed on it, attempting to squish it down, but quickly gave up on that, terrified that, even over the other sounds around them, of the rest of the passengers filing in, finding their correct seats, that he could hear the crinkling that seemed so loud to her, from both her bottom and her bag.

“Could you…?” she picked the bag back up, double checking that it was securely closed, handed it over.

“No problem!” he told her, putting it up into the overhead bin, sitting back down in the middle seat. She felt so tiny next to him, her feet not quite reaching the floor, and miles more immature. Even if he didn’t know about her diaper, her outfit was more suited to someone a decade or more younger than them…

And if he did recognize the sound of her diaper, had spotted a hint of the extra bulk around her waist? Her cheeks burned at the thought, making her shift more in her seat, making her diaper crinkle more, giving him more of a chance to hear it… This was a disaster already!

“D-Do you have any siblings?” she blurted out, having to know how likely it was he’d have encountered someone younger often enough to have heard a diaper on a regular basis.

He chuckled, glancing over at her. “No, I can’t say that I do,” he said. “My name is Doyle, by the way.”

“R-Right,” she forced herself to laugh, even though she felt more like throwing up at how nervous she was, how awkward she was being. “Anna.”

“Nice to meet you,” Doyle replied, as Anna barrelled forward with, “Do you have any kids?”

It was, she knew, probably an insane thing to ask so soon, although it was, technically, possible, and if she got the answer she was expecting, perhaps she could relax a little. He blinked, taken by surprise. “I-I can’t say that I do,” he said, Anna barely managing to swallow her sigh of relief. “I do have a girlfriend, so, I’m flattered, but…”

“No, no!” Anna shook her head, blushing even harder than she already had been. “I-I didn’t mean… I-I assumed… I-I just…” She wasn’t sure where to go from there, how to break out of this without looking crazy. She hadn’t considered it could be taken that way, though now that it had come out of her mouth, that felt blindingly obvious to her.

“You’re not being mean, are you?” Only the appearance of someone else at the aisle shut Anna up. She gulped, staring up, and up, at the young woman, her childish outfit and diapers feeling more absurd than ever in comparison. The yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt the other girl was wearing were hardly high fashion, but they seemed comfy, and Anna was stunned, and jealous, at how hot she looked in them. “Hey, there,” she smiled at Anna, bending over to look her in the eye. “Don’t mind him, he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“I wasn’t…” Doyle protested.

“Here, put this up there,” she shoved her bag at him, sliding past him into the aisle. “Why don’t you sit on the aisle? There’ll be more room for your legs.”

“Sure,” Doyle shrugged compliantly.

Was the girl trying to protect Anna? Or was she jealous at the idea of her boyfriend spending the whole flight next to another girl? Looking at the two of them, the latter seemed impossible… Anna felt like a completely different species than her, in no small part thanks to her diaper.

“That’s Anna,” Doyle introduced them, sitting in his new seat. “This is my girlfriend, Karissa.”

“Hi, Anna,” Karissa looked down at her. “What a cute name!”

Cute… That was definitely how she felt, seated next to someone as stunning as Karissa. It was, of course, the point of her outfit, so it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing… It was just tough, looking over at the couple, especially as she overheard them talking, realized they were, indeed, the same age as her. There they were, traveling together, while she was simply running away to find a safe place to wear her diapers where her parents and friends would, with any luck, never find out about it.

It didn’t help that she hadn’t been on a plane before, and couldn’t quite hide her anxiety during take-off, prompting Karissa to reach over and hold her hand, giving her an encouraging smile, the kind that seemed more suited to a younger sibling than an equal. That also wasn’t automatically negative, though Anna had to wonder if Karissa would have behaved the same way had she known how old Anna really was, or if her behavior would have changed from supportive to mocking.

She did her best to keep it vague, picking out an animated movie to watch on her screen, but one she might have chosen anyway, not aimed at too young and audience, in case Karissa peered over to check on her. She sat as still as possible, for as long as possible… Eventually, however, she knew she was going to have to do something about her bladder.

She wanted to start this off right. She’d thrown away her last pair of panties, after all, and she was wearing a diaper… She’d resolved, after chickening out about her age, that there was no way she was going to do the same when it came to the bathroom, that she was going to commit, although that had been before seeing who was sitting next to her. Was she really going to pee her pants next to Karissa?!

And yet… Did she have a choice? Trying to shuffle past Karissa and Doyle’s long legs to get to the aisle almost seemed worse. What if her diaper brushed against their knees, and they felt it, or heard it? What if they hit a patch of turbulence at just the wrong moment, and she fell into their lap? That was far-fetched, yes, but not totally out of the realm of possibility… In a way, it was safer for her to sit there, in her seat, pretend to stare out the window, and close her eyes as she let go…

She had to fight hard not to let out an excited moan as she felt the wetness begin to flow into her padding, spreading through it, making it so warm and squishy, exactly the way she’d dreamed it would. It was so amazing, so embarrassing, in the best way, so perfect…

It was too bad, then, that she’d waited so long to do it, pushing her bladder to the breaking point. She didn’t think about the fact that diapers weren’t really made to be used that way, in such a huge rush all at once, nor that her first taping job might not have been up to snuff. She just contentedly wiggled her bottom, feeling her diaper grow more and more soaked…

“Umm… Anna?” The sound of Karissa’s voice snapped her out of it, made her reluctantly open her eyes, turn her head. “I think you… spilled your drink, there.”

She nodded at Anna’s seat, Anna tilting her head down, stomach already beginning to churn even before she saw the wet spot beneath her. She pressed her thighs together, noticing now a wetness on the outside of her onesie, not just a warmness, as Doyle commented, “I thought she finished her drink.”

Karissa shot him a look, Anna whimpering, trying to sink down into her sink as she saw him realize what was going on, that Karissa had been attempting to be delicate about it. “I-I’m sorry!” Anna squeaked.

“It’s all right,” Karissa promised her. “We’ll get the flight attendant, and I’m sure they can get it all cleaned up… You go clean yourself up, okay?”

Anna nodded again, her head spinning slightly as Doyle stood up, fetching her bag for her. How could she have messed up this badly, this soon into her trip?! She was absolutely mortified.

And then Karissa stopped her. “You don’t need help, do you?” she asked.

Anna’s instinct was to shake her head immediately, but she fought it for a moment to give herself time to think. She didn’t want Karissa, of all people, to diaper her, yet… Clearly, she didn’t know what she was doing herself. She’d be more careful this time, obviously; it might be safer to get someone else to handle it, however, as humiliating as that would be. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever see Karissa again after this flight… Right?

Should Anna…

Ask for help?

Or do it herself?

And is Karissa…

A popular girl at Anna’s new school?

The daughter of Anna’s host family?

Or just a stranger Anna probably won’t see again?

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Easter Parade

Lijuan felt a jolt of excitement, and fear, as she saw they were still there; it was strange… She’d hurried over to the end of the parade route hoping for just this thing, yet she hadn’t been certain what she’d wanted to see when she got there. She had been intrigued, no doubt, but it was such a strange thing… It would have been so much easier if they’d been gone. She knew she wouldn’t have the courage to pursue them on her own, even though she had taken a picture of the sign they’d been carrying that had the address on it.

One of the women nudged another, nodding towards Li, who immediately lowered her face, cheeks burning, as she saw them glance at her, smiling, making her realize she’d been staring. A part of her wanted to shuffle away, to pretend she’d been looking at something else, however, before she could, she heard a voice call, “Can we help you, sweetie?”

She peeked up, nibbling her bottom lip, caught. “Umm… I-I was… I-I saw you in the parade…”

“That’s good,” the woman chuckled, moving a little closer. “That’s the reason we did it.”

“I-I just moved here,” Li blurted out an explanation. “I-I didn’t know… I-I had no idea…”

The other woman rubbed the back of the third and final member of their group, the one who had really captured Li’s eye, and stepped forward as well. “How exciting! Are you liking it here so far?”

Li fidgeted, staring up at the pair. They had seemed so big and intimidating in the parade, and, no matter how friendly they were acting, that hadn’t changed now… She couldn’t help peering back at the third woman, standing there, blinking back at her. She felt a tingle between her legs as she interacted with the other two, unable to keep from feeling like their companion.

That was an embarrassing thing to admit, considering the way the woman was dressed, how she was acting. Li had always been small for her age, frail… She, however, did not run around in tiny, frilly Easter dresses with matching bloomers underneath, bulging with… Well, Li couldn’t see what was beneath them, obviously, but she suspected she could assume, especially when paired with the pacifier between the girl’s lips, gently bobbing up and down as she sucked on it. Li definitely didn’t walk down the street in the Easter parade dressed that way.

And yet… Seeing that image, of this other woman doing so, had awoken something in her, had made her curious enough to want to track them down before they left. That feeling coursing through her as she faced the other two women wasn’t bad, necessarily, either, even if it did keep her from so much as thinking about fibbing, saying anything other than the truth.

“I-It’s all right,” she shrugged. “I haven’t really made any friends or anything, but…”

“Aww, you haven’t?” the first woman took another step towards Li, reaching out, stroking her hair. “Poor thing… Well, that’s their loss. You could have lots of playmates if you came to visit us. We’re heading over there now, if you’re free…”

“R-Right now?” Li’s eyes darted back to the third woman, the tingling returning, intensifying. She’d thought she’d get a card from them or something, which would give her time to think it over, change her mind… If they were asking her to make a decision right away, for better or worse, it would probably be… “Okay,” she heard herself say, almost without realizing she was speaking.

“Perfect!” the woman grinned. “I bet you parked far away, didn’t you?” Li nodded; the closest lot for spectators had been a decent walk from where she’d been able to find a spot where she could see along the route, and she’d walked even further to get here. “You can ride with me, and I’ll drive you back to your car when you’re ready.”

“A-Are you sure?” Li looked up at her in surprise. “I-I don’t want to be any trouble…”

“You won’t be,” the woman assured her. “It’ll be my pleasure…”