The Exchange Student – Chapter 8

Anna’s heart began to beat a little faster as Mrs. Florez leaned in closer, terrified about what was about to happen. Had the woman seen through her? Was she going to check in to see if Anna was lying? Had Anna done something that was going to ruin her life both here and back home once her mother heard about this lie she’d told?

“You…” Mrs. Florez started, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly, leaving Anna on the verge of… What? What was she going to do? Run away? She was in a strange country, thousands of miles from anything she knew! All she could really accomplish was standing here meekly and peeing her pants in fear and anxiety, which, she supposed, would help to make her story more believable… She was worried her diaper wouldn’t be able to handle it, however, that she would leak and anger the woman further, if she was upset with her in the first place, so she squirmed, squeezing her thighs together to try to prevent it, padding squishing damply, making her feel that much smaller, more helpless.

“Are so adorable!” Mrs. Florez finished with a grin, grabbing Anna in a hug. “I am sorry you have this problem, of course. It is so sweet that you came to me for help, though! I know most parents would think this is strange, but I’ve kind of missed doing this… I bet that’s why your Mommy back home hasn’t taught you to do it on her own, because she did, too, and was thrilled to have a baby girl in her house again!”

“I-I know how!” Anna squeaked. It was a huge relief that Mrs. Florez didn’t seem mad, or suspicious, in the slightest; this was certainly not the reaction she’d anticipated, and she wasn’t sure how to take it. There was definitely something nice about it, yet now she had a new worry: was Mrs. Florez too into this? Was she going to insist on helping Anna with every change?

That should be what she wanted, a fantasy come true… Karissa had done a good job on the plane, but now that they were roommates, it might be a bit awkward to rely on her, to have her as basically her babysitter, or older sister. And if Karissa got sick of it… Well, it would be easier for her to let something slip to the other kids at school if it was something that had grown to be a chore, that she had to do every day…

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Florez shook her head. “You’re not a baby, sweetie! You’re a big girl!” Her tone was everything Anna was nervous about, full of condescension that made it clear that wasn’t what she thought, that she’d say the same thing to a two year old who had gotten pouty at being lumped in with the eighteen-month-olds, sure, in her mind, that there was a huge difference between them.

“I-I am!” Anna nodded. “I-I’m the same age as Karissa!”

She had never particularly felt like it, in comparison to the taller girl, and she certainly didn’t now as the girl’s mother slid her pajama pants down, exposing her diaper. “Yes, you are,” Mrs. Florez confirmed, barely stifling a giggle. “And you did a big girl job on this diaper! I don’t think it could hold one more drop! Can you tell when your diaper is getting full, or do I need to check you?”

“I-I know!” Anna squealed, though, from the look in Mrs. Florez’s eyes, she suspected she would be getting checked now and then anyway. “I-It’s only ’cause I wore it on the flight, and…”

“Why didn’t you change in the airport?” Mrs. Florez asked, eyebrow raising. “I did ask if you needed to go, and if it was this bad…”

“I-It wasn’t yet!” Anna fibbed. “I-I went again in the car, so it only got this bad then!”

Mrs. Florez’s expression didn’t change, didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t push it. “Either way, let’s get you cleaned up before you get a rash.” She gave the changing pad a pat and Anna sat down on it, feet dangling from the edge of the bed, allowing the older woman to whisk her pajama pants off of them, setting them aside while she leaned over the girl and tore open the tapes of her diaper. “Hmm, it might be a little late for that.”

“R-Really?!” Anna blushed. One day in diapers, and not even a full one at that, and already she was getting diaper rash! She’d known there was a good chance of that eventually, if she stayed in diapers this whole time, as she planned; she hadn’t anticipated it happening right away, however.

“Just the start of it,” Mrs. Florez told her soothingly. “If we take care of it now, it shouldn’t get too bad. Now, let’s see… Surely your Mommy packed you some rash cream…” She reached into Anna’s bag without a second thought, Anna opening her mouth to protest a moment late, as her host mother pulled out the plastic bag her damp onesie was in. “What is this?” Mrs. Florez smiled. “It looks precious! Why didn’t you wear…? Oh.”

Anna wriggled on the bed, wishing she could sink right through it, as Mrs. Florez saw the wet spot, making Anna’s claim about being able to tell when her diaper was ready for a change seem even less true. “Is this what Karissa meant by ‘spill?'” she asked, Anna seeing no choice other than to nod, watching in horror as Mrs. Florez took out the other plastic bag, the one with her used diaper that she hadn’t had an opportunity to dispose of yet. “And this?”

“Y-Yeah,” Anna confessed quietly. “I-I had to change myself at the other airport, a-and I…”

Mrs. Florez’s expression softened. “I see… You had an accident once you were through security, huh?” Technically, that was true, even if it had happened well afterwards, when she was on the plane, so Anna nodded. “Well, I’m sure you did your best,” she said, though, understandably, given the evidence, it was obvious she didn’t think much of Anna’s best. “I’ll teach you to change yourself properly sometime,” she promised. “You’re a big girl, you should know… But until then, I don’t want you to worry about it, okay? If you need a dry diaper, you come to me or Karissa and we’ll be certain that doesn’t happen again, so long as you pay attention and don’t let your diaper get this soggy, all right? That’s your job!”

Had Mrs. Florez just forbid her from changing her own diaper?! Had she, as diplomatically as possible, declared that Anna was only mature enough to handle keeping an eye on the fullness of her pants, not to actually do anything about them once she’d used them? Anna shivered and blushed, thankfully right as Mrs. Florez began to run a baby wipe over her crotch. “Sorry! I know, they’re a little cold, huh? I should have warned you!”

“N-No,” Anna shook her head. “I-It’s fine…”

Was it, though? Had she made a mistake, coming to Mrs. Florez? She supposed that depended on whether she wanted to spend her time abroad completely living out her fantasy, or having as much of a normal senior year as possible on top of that… The former might have been fine, had she not been rooming with Karissa, but that added a whole other wrinkle on top of it all. The girl seemed so cool, was surely so popular… How would she react to being stuck living with a little nerd like her who still needed diapers, and was too immature to be able to handle changing them, or taking care of herself, on her own?

Mrs. Florez slid the older diaper out from under Anna’s bottom, replacing it with a fresh one. She’d almost forgotten how nice they felt when they were dry, how soft and fluffy… She did feel a bit better about this whole ordeal once she was lain down on it, her backside sinking into it slightly. “So many creams, and lotions, and powders,” Mrs. Florez observed as she ran through them all. Anna hadn’t known what she would need, exactly, so she’d grabbed anything that sounded like she might use it, and was grateful for it now so that it did seem like her mother had packed her bag for her and ensured she was prepared for anything… Other than changing herself, apparently.

“Sorry,” she blushed.

“No, no,” Mrs. Florez chuckled. “It’s nice… There’s something soothing about the whole ritual of it when you have all this, don’t you think?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess so,” Anna replied, knowing she didn’t have time to consider it, that, if her story had been true, she would already know the answer, instead of having to wait and see what she felt, since this was her first time getting a proper change, laying down and not crammed into an airplane bathroom. She had hoped it would be a pleasant experience, at least, and, so far, anxiety over what would happen in the future notwithstanding, she could say that was true.

Mrs. Florez smiled, continuing her work, rubbing various substances into Anna’s skin before wiping her hands off and pulling up the front of the diaper, tugging it snugly into place, then taping it there. “Perfect!” she declared, and Anna had to agree, sitting up, knowing it was just her imagination, that it was because of the conversation surrounding the change, yet certain that this diaper had to be bulkier than the others, or fluffier, or something. Or maybe Mommies simply knew how to do diaper changes better.

“Thank you,” Anna told her, giving her a big hug that Mrs. Florez returned enthusiastically.

“You are so very welcome, dear,” Mrs. Florez said. “You know… Stay right here, okay?”

Anna blinked, confused. “O-Okay,” she nodded obediently, though, as Mrs. Florez stepped through her closet door, she did glance over at her pajama pants, lying next to her on the bed. She would have felt a little more secure if she could pull those on, rather than sitting on the bed in only a diaper and t-shirt, but, to be fair, with all the other supplies splayed out around her, it would be pretty obvious what had happened in here either way.

When Mrs. Florez emerged from her closet, pushing the door open, she was carrying a box, and Anna could see a ladder at the back of the small room leading upwards, presumably into the attic. The woman beamed, setting the box down on the bed and opening it up, starting to dig through it. “You are so tiny,” Mrs. Florez spoke as she searched, Anna not positive if the words were meant for her, or just the woman thinking out loud. “I bet you could fit into some of Karissa’s clothes from when she was little.”

“O-Oh, I don’t know about that…” Anna squirmed. It did seem very possible, judging by how much larger Karissa was than her now, and she had to admit, she was curious to see what kind of things Karissa wore when she was younger. She wasn’t sure she wanted to encourage this too much, to get Mrs. Florez too into the idea of having a little girl to diaper and dress up again, because then, this whole situation could quickly and easily spiral out of her control, if it hadn’t already…

“Here we go!” Mrs. Florez took out one garment, giving it a flick, showing off a frilly, pink nightgown with a cartoon character Anna didn’t recognize on it. “Karissa used to love this!”

“I-I have pajamas,” Anna pointed out.

“I know,” Mrs. Florez smiled. “You were in those for most of the flight, though… Wouldn’t it feel nice to put on something else for your nap?”

The idea of a nap had seemed reasonable before, even if she had wanted to avoid it if she could; now, it sounded less like something she was doing to recover from her flight, and more like something Mrs. Florez thought she needed in general. She blushed, recalling how Karissa had been clearly doubtful Anna could get by without one as well. “I’m not tired,” she declared defiantly, her blush only deepening as she heard how whiny it sounded when it came out, how much it sounded like a toddler on the verge of falling asleep despite their best efforts to avoid it.

“If you say so,” Mrs. Florez cooed, sliding her fingers under the hem of Anna’s t-shirt and pulling it up over her head. “I’ll get these washed along with your little dress there, and they’ll be ready for you by tonight, okay? So if you don’t like the nightgown, you’ll only have to wear it now.”

Anna could tell Mrs. Florez didn’t want that to happen, that she would prefer she stay in the nightgown, but at least it didn’t seem like she was going to force her to, to pick out her outfits for her like she would for a little girl. She hadn’t, however, appeared to think anything of stripping Anna down to her diaper and bra without so much as a warning, so it was obvious she wasn’t thinking of her fully as a fellow adult, either.

The nightgown did cover her diaper, if not by as much as Anna might have liked. Still, if she was only going to wear it to bed, that hardly mattered, since it would just be Karissa in the room with her, and she was very aware of her padding. And Mrs. Florez was right that it felt nice to be in something other than the clothes she’d worn for so long on the plane.

“So cute,” Mrs. Florez beamed. “Now, then, sweetie, there’s one more thing I need to know, and then you can go take your nap. I won’t be upset either way, it isn’t your fault, I’d just like to be prepared. Obviously, you wet your diapers… But does your condition made you go poopy in them, too?”

Anna’s face turned as pink as her nightgown, the childishness of the phrasing almost more embarrassing than the question itself. That was definitely something she didn’t have an answer for yet, which only added to how flustered she got. She was curious about it, yes… It seemed so much scarier than wetting, however, and she didn’t know that she wanted to commit to it now, to have to keep doing it to maintain her ruse when she’d never even tried it, when she had no idea how she would react, what it would really feel like.

But if she said no, if she played it safe, and then did decide to see what it was like… Would that be worse? A messy ‘accident’ at her age would be quite humiliating, and hard to explain away, other than by claiming her condition was worsening, though that could easily lead to a visit to the doctor, where her whole story would quickly fall apart. If she was spending all her time in diapers anyway, was she going to be able to resist the temptation indefinitely? Did she want to?

Or she could go in between, pretend that it happened every now and then… In a way, that felt nearly more immature than doing it all the kind. Would that mean Mrs. Florez was going to be checking on her for that all the time, as well as ensuring she wasn’t too soggy, asking her if she needed to go potty, possibly taking her there herself to help her make it in time?

“It’s okay,” Mrs. Florez told her. “I don’t mind, I promise… Just tell me the truth.”

Anna definitely wasn’t going to do that… But what was she going to say?!

Should she say…

“Yes, ma’am, I use my diapers for everything”?

“I-I try not to, but I don’t always make it”?

Or, “No, I only pee in them!”?

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The App

“Whoa,” you mutter, cheeks warming as you realize you’d spoken out loud.

“See?” your friend, Cassidy, smirks. “I’m telling you, it’s the best app I’ve used.”

You nod, doing your best not to squirm, not to show how much you agree. After months of having no luck with dating apps, you’d finally decided to ask Cassidy for advice. You hadn’t even been sure if you’d heard the name of it right, since it seemed an odd fit, and there had been a lot of strange questions you’d had to fill out for the profile, and yet, as soon as you’d opened the app, you’d seen… her.

She wasn’t even your type, or, at least, not what you’d say your type was. Gawking at her picture, however, seeing the way her ample cleavage strained against the almost too-low cut of her tight dress, you suspect that, deep down, she’s everyone’s type; the question is whether they’re willing to admit it to themselves or not.

That does raise a problem, though, doesn’t it? “She’d never choose me,” you shake your head, ready to swipe away. You don’t want the disappointment of being turned down immediately. That had happened plenty on every other app.

“Oh, come on,” Cassidy teased. “Don’t be a baby! You’ll never know until you try!”

You shrug. “I guess,” you say, shifting in your seat. You know you want to, that if, by some chance, she did say yes, you’d be thrilled… Then you recall one of the questions from the profile that had really struck you as weird, maybe a bit too transparent. ‘How much are you willing to pay?’ it had said, presumably to give an idea of what sort of date any potential matches could expect to be taken on. At this point, you’d prefer to let the other person choose to make sure they went somewhere they would like, since you’d had bad luck in the past when you made the decision, but the field had only allowed numbers.

The one you’d put had been fairly modest, though now you go back, jack it up. You don’t want to assume this woman would be more attracted to someone who could take her out some place extra fancy, however… It can’t hurt, right? You go back to her profile, search for the button that will alert her that someone matched with her. The closest you can find is one that reads, ‘Check Availability.’

It’s an unusual way to put it, definitely; was this whole app made in another country, translated awkwardly into English? You would be worried that it was some sort of scam if Cassidy hadn’t vouched for it from firsthand experience.

“Why not?” you say, hitting the button. What’s the worst that can happen?

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You don’t normally pay that much attention to clothes, despite some of your friends telling you that you should, yet now you’ve spent more time in front of your closet than you had in quite some time, thumbing through outfits, rejecting each one as not quite right, then going back to it after a couple more had been deemed insufficient, wondering if you’d been too harsh.

You had, finally, settled on something, though as you look at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help feeling like it isn’t good enough, that you should try again. It still blows your mind a little that it had worked, that she had accepted your match, and almost instantly at that, just after you’d finished hanging out with Cassidy.

That had led to another form to fill out in the app, and you’d wished your friend was still there so you could confirm what, exactly, it was. After a few moments, you’d decided it must be to determine when you were available to go on dates; if you were wrong, it could be something you could laugh about on the date, you’d supposed. You didn’t want to bother Cassidy with it, and it really felt like bad form to start your new relationship by asking your date about it, so you’d winged it.

You wonder if you should have given yourself a bit more time after work to get ready, like you wonder if you should have been more conservative about the end time. You’d had to pick something, and you’ve heard stories of dates that had gone long into the night, just talking… That sounded nice, and romantic, and you didn’t want to limit the chance at having that for yourself, but thinking about it now, a part of you hopes that doesn’t mean you’re going to be expected to stay up until the next morning. You’d given yourself enough time to prepare for work, though sleep would be nice to have, too.

That definitely wasn’t the oddest question, however; that crown belonged to the bizarre, ‘Nighttime protection?’ drop-down box, with no clarification, only a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ to choose from. That one you’d really almost messaged Cassidy about, but you didn’t want to seem dumb for not getting it. Was it a covert way of asking about condoms? It was the best – and only – possibility you could think of, so you’d picked ‘Yes.’

You flinch at the sound of your doorbell, taking one last glance at the mirror. It’s too late to change your mind now, you think. This is just going to have to do… All you can do now is hope you don’t screw this up somehow. With a deep breath, you step out of your bedroom and head for your front door, a sudden shyness washing over you as you reach it, along with a twinge of fear. What if this is a catfishing scenario? What if you open the door, and someone completely different is on the other side?

The doorbell rings again, making you jump. There’s only one way to find out, you tell yourself. And all you have to do is reach out, turn the doorknob, and see…

Baylee the Bedwetter

Baylee took a deep breath, pushing aside her coloring book to stare up at her boyfriend nervously. “O-Okay, Daddy,” she told him. “I’m ready to try it.”

“Try what, princess?” he asked. “Do you want your blocks, or your dolls, or..?”

Baylee rolled her eyes, though she knew it wasn’t fair, exactly, to expect him to read her mind, to know what she’d been debating with herself in there, not only for today, but for weeks, ever since he’d brought it up. Still, as much as he’d seemed to want it, to be trying to convince her to do it, she would have assumed he’d kept daydreaming about it as well. Or… Did he just want her to say it, to admit it out loud?

She sighed, glancing down at her silly little schoolgirl uniform. She’d had to let him talk her into that, too, to dressing up this way after work every day before he got home, pretending she’d been off at school… And it had taken some time for him to persuade her to agree to help him redecorate the spare bedroom of their apartment into a playroom, filled with toys that, as she unpacked the boxes from Amazon, she realized were more suited for children too young to even need the uniform she spent so much time wearing.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he’d brought it up the first time; that was probably on her for not anticipating it, at least a bit. She had suspected something was up, yet she’d never imagined he’d go so far as to suggest, “What do you think about trying out diapers?”

She’d said no, of course, immediately, and not even his hurt expression at how quickly she’d shot him down had changed her mind… Not for a while. The thought kept bubbling back up, however, at the strangest moments, at first in disbelief that he wanted such a thing, and then, slowly, out of curiosity, wondering how bad it would actually be, just to experiment with. And now, with Father’s Day rolling around, it only felt right to indulge him, considering she had been calling him ‘Daddy’ more often than his actual name, Gunnar, for quite some time now.

“No, Daddy,” she told him, squirming on her tummy, feeling particularly small. “I-I want to try diapers.”

His eyes lit up. “You do?! You really don’t have to, if…”

She shook her head, not wanting him to talk her out of it. “I-I want to TRY them,” she repeated. “But I have some ground rules.”

“Oh?” he smirked. “My little girl has some rules about her diapies?”

“Yes, I do,” she scowled, not appreciating the teasing right now, when she was trying to be serious. “I only want to wear them at night, after I get ready for bed.”

That was, she’d decided, the safest way to do it. He’d already made her go out in her schoolgirl uniform a few times, to some kid’s movie, and shopping, pretending to be an actual little girl while she did so… Diapers could be worn under anything, theoretically, and she didn’t want to give him the option to try that, at least not right away.

“I see,” he nodded. “My little girl is a bedwetter.”

She knew he was just saying it to get a reaction out of her, but it worked, Baylee unable to resist whining, “No, I’m not!” in response.

He snickered, patting her on the head condescendingly. “It’s all right,” he promised. “Daddy doesn’t mind… But I have a rule of my own.”

Baylee fidgeted. She’d hoped he’d be happy enough about her doing this at all that he wouldn’t push it, wouldn’t want anything more… This was a present, however, so she ought to hear him out, anyway, see what he really wanted. “Wh-What?” she asked, nibbling her bottom lip.

“Don’t do that,” he scolded gently. “That’s a bad habit, sweetie.” She rolled her eyes. “My rule, little girl, is that you only have to wear them to bed… But you’re only allowed out of them after you get up for me to get you dressed for the day.”

“Oh… kay…” Baylee agreed. It seemed like a silly condition for him to have; if she wore them when she went to sleep, when else would she change out of them other than after she woke up? Maybe, she thought, he just wanted to feel like he was in charge of the plan still. “That sounds fine.”

“Perfect,” he grinned. “I’m so glad you changed your mind, princess.”

The Exchange Student – Chapter 7

Anna bit her bottom lip, staring down at her lap, at the diaper beneath her pajamas, giving it one more poke. Suddenly, the idea of wearing it for her whole trip was starting to feel real to her, like more than a silly fantasy, and the idea of having to find places to change, of being certain to change herself properly so there wasn’t another – even more humiliating – leak, of having to change herself multiple times every day, of keeping it a secret, began to weigh on her.

There had been a part of her, she had to admit, that had expected this place to be not quite real, to be different enough from home that she wouldn’t mind if everyone knew, but that’s not what she got. Things weren’t quite the same, no, yet, so far, it was mostly different brands she’d seen on billboards, and in the vending machines at the airports. The people themselves were pretty similar, neither dumb enough to be likely to have believed some of the more fantastical stories she’d dreamed of telling them about how nobody in her country got potty trained until they were twenty, nor sophisticated enough to look down on her and her people and be unsurprised that a girl her age from there would need diapers.

It made sense… Even if it felt like her mind did a lot of the time, the world did not revolve around diapers. It would have made all this easier, however, it was too late to turn back now. She not only had gotten rid of her panties, she’d told Karissa her story about needing diapers, and if she chickened out now, asked to be taken lingerie shopping, her new roommate would know that had been a lie, and that might be worse.

Karissa did seem nice, and Anna thought she could trust her, though, to be fair, she’d had little choice about it so far, and Karissa hadn’t had that many opportunities to betray her. There was a difference between ratting her out to her cute boyfriend, or in public, and doing it in private… Would Karissa go to her parents and let them know about Anna’s secret? Surely she wouldn’t want to be stuck being the one who had to help Anna change the whole time; she might not even want to be stuck sharing a room with her, knowing she wore diapers.

There weren’t a lot of options when it came to that. Her face warmed, imagining being forced to go room with the little brother because she claimed to be incontinent, since he was the one who most recently had the same problem. That was much too similar to the idea of having to share a room with Max, and she couldn’t think of many things she wanted to do less than that.

Realistically, she knew, someone else was going to discover her diapers sooner or later, and it was likely going to be either the mom or Aidan… If she went to the mom now and hoped for mercy, she’d probably help, and perhaps would give her a hand in keeping Aidan from snooping and figuring it out as well.

She took a deep breath and hopped off the bed, picking up her carry-on bag, her mind made up. If Karissa was as understanding as she had been, she had to have gotten that from somewhere… Probably her parents, right? Or at least her mom, who, so far, appeared to be the nicer of the two. It wasn’t like Anna was going to be asking the dad to change her anytime soon anyway; that was far too embarrassing for her first day back in diapers.

She crept through the house, looking around at the pictures hanging on the walls, taking in the layout a bit more, trying to get used to the layout of the place she’d be living for the next few months as she searched for Karissa’s mother, praying she’d be somewhere away from her husband.

Her prayers, in this case, were not answered, or, rather were answered with a resounding, ‘No!’ She started to blush again as she peeked through one doorway into the master bedroom and saw the parents both in there, the father sitting on the bed, flicking through his phone, while the mother walked around the room, talking to him.

She would have assumed she was the subject of their conversation either way, even if she hadn’t introduced herself to them in a diaper, and that was practically confirmed when the mom’s head turned towards her as she stepped into view and immediately shut up, a hint of pink flooding her cheeks. Anna fidgeted, tugging at her shirt, instantly wondering if this had been the right decision after all, if maybe Karissa was so nice not because she’d been taught it by her parents, but as a reaction to parents who were the opposite. Karissa hadn’t made fun of her, not yet – though she had thought she was younger when she’d helped her change – however, she suddenly began to worry her mom would.

“Hey, Anna,” the older woman spoke up after a moment. “What’s up? Do you need something?”

Anna’s eyes darted over to the man on the bed, then back to his wife. She was being silly, she told herself, paranoid. And it wasn’t like this was going to get any easier if she waited, if she didn’t get it out of the way as soon as possible. Feeling the host mom’s eyes on her, she was more certain than ever she wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret forever, that she would know sooner or later… And probably sooner.

“Umm… Mrs…” She froze, feeling bad as she blanked on their last name.

The woman smiled. “Mrs. Florez,” she helped her out. “You can call me Mom, if you want… I know it might be a little weird, but that’s how I want you to think of me while you’re here, okay? I’m here to help you with whatever you need. I’m sure it’s scary, being in a whole different country, away from all your friends…”

Anna nodded, although she was doing the opposite, trying her best not to think of Mrs. Florez as her mother, because she’d never in a million years let her mom know about her diapers, or attempted to tell such a big, elaborate lie to her as the one she was planning on spinning for this woman. “I-I do need some help,” she admitted. “But…”

She glanced over at Mr. Florez. “Oh, I have some work I need to get done in the garage,” he said, putting his phone in his pocket and standing up, giving his wife a kiss as he passed by, patting Anna on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Y-You don’t have to leave!” she blushed guiltily, though she didn’t know how convincing she was able to make it sound, since that was, in fact, exactly what she wanted him to do.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mrs. Florez assured her. “He’s been talking about some project he wanted to finish up out there all week. Now, what can I do for you, dear? You aren’t thinking about running away already, are you?”

That was, in a way, exactly what she was pondering, wondering how odd the woman would find it if she turned tail and scurried back to Karissa’s room. She had hoped she was doing a better job than that at hiding it, but perhaps she was, considering the nod Mrs. Florez gave to the bag in her hand, insinuating that was why she’d asked the question.

“N-No,” Anna told her. “N-Not quite…” She stepped nervously into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. “I-I have something I need to tell you, ma’am…”

“You don’t have to call me that,” the woman shook her head. “Honestly, I’d prefer Mrs. Florez to that, if you aren’t ready for ‘Mom’ yet.”

“O-Okay,” Anna replied, trying to remember to file that away, though, with her nerves at the moment, she was doubtful it would take. “M-Mrs. Florez, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Florez said. “You can tell me anything, Anna, just like your real mom.”

Anna wished she could tell the woman to stop telling her that, to stop making that comparison, that it was making it more difficult for her to do what needed to be done. She definitely couldn’t do that… According to the story she was about to tell, there was no way her mother wouldn’t be aware of her diapers, especially if Anna was so inexperienced with putting them on herself that she had to have help.

“I-I don’t know if the study abroad place told you or not,” she started, seeing a way to wiggle out of some of the responsibility herself, to maybe make this sound like less of her fault.

Mrs. Florez frowned, obviously confused; she couldn’t be told something the study abroad program hadn’t been aware of in the first place. “Told me what?”

Anna swallowed. This was it… It had been tough, telling Karissa, but that had been different. She hadn’t known, then, that she’d ever see the girl again after they got off the plane. She would be seeing Mrs. Florez every day… And, after this, very possibly getting changed by her every day.

“I-I, uh… I-I’m…” She would have thought she’d be more prepared for this, as much as she fretted about it, yet, somehow, this part of the process had never been what she was worried about. It was what came afterwards, what Mrs. Florez’s reaction would be, even though that was dependent on how she phrased this.

“Hey,” Mrs. Florez reached out, took her hand. “I’m sure it’s not that bad…”

Anna sniffled, staring up at her, feeling so tiny, so helpless, so much like she belonged in these soggy diapers around her waist. She was such a baby, going through all this trouble just to try them out… And now, once she confessed to her host mom, she was going to be stuck in them. But that was already the case, wasn’t it? Karissa knew, and that, really, should have been the scarier task, since she could tell all their classmates, ruin her semester abroad… What was Mrs. Florez going to do?

With her free hand, unzipped her carry-on, which suddenly felt more like a diaper bag as she rustled through it, fingers closing around one of her spare diapers. She wished she’d gone with something more plain, less babyish… It was the same as the one she was wearing, though, and that one was infinitely more humiliating, considering the state of it.

Wordlessly, she yanked the diaper out, doing it quickly so she wouldn’t chicken out, offering it to Mrs. Florez. It took the woman a moment, blinking at it uncertainly. “What is..?” she asked, taking it, question instantly answered when she felt the padding, heard the crinkle. “Oh,” she nodded, a slight smile flickering across her face. “I see.”

Anna very much wanted to hide her own face in her hands, to disappear. She could practically see the pieces falling into place in the woman’s mind, her eyes turning to Anna’s crotch with another nod. “I-I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I-It’s a medical condition! I-I can’t help it!”

“Then you have nothing to be sorry about, sweetie,” Mrs. Florez cooed at her. “It’s all right. I’m glad you trusted me enough to let me know.” She pulled Anna into a hug, one that ended with a gentle, crinkly, pat on the bottom that Anna found shockingly comforting, despite how embarrassing it also was. “I can see why you were anxious about sharing a room with Karissa, but I’m afraid we don’t really have a choice. Do you want me to help you tell her?”

“N-No,” Anna shook her head. “Sh-She already knows…” Mrs. Florez looked surprised. “Sh-She knows because… Th-This isn’t all…”

“It isn’t?”

“N-No,” Anna repeated. “I, umm… I-I kinda need help with changing, too.” She pulled her hand free of Mrs. Florez’s, grabbing her changing pad and powder out of her bag as well. “I-I know it’s silly, because I’m a big girl, and I should be able to do it myself, but I’m really not good at it. Karissa gave me a hand on the plane and now here, I thought maybe…”

Mrs. Florez’s eyebrow raised. “You want me to change you?”

Anna gulped, nodded. “Yes, please.”

She watched as Mrs. Florez took the supplies from her and began to set them up on her bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over her to see that it wasn’t a ‘no’, that she was willing to help. That wave turned ice cold in an instant, however, as the woman’s tone turned more serious when she said, “All right… There is one thing you need to know, though, young lady…”

Anna squirmed, staring up at her, knowing that, no matter what it was, she was in the palm of the woman’s hand now, that she had very little chance of getting her way out of this. But what was it going to be?!

What will Mrs. Florez say?

“I’m not going to lie to my family about this, so they’ll all have to know.”

“I can tell you’re lying, and if you want to act like a baby in this house, you will be treated like one.”

“You are so adorable! I wonder if you could fit into some of Karissa’s clothes from when she was little?”

Or, “I’ll do my best to keep your secret for you, okay, sweetie?”

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