“I know your secret.”
It was a disconcerting thing to hear from anyone, although from your lazy roommate, who spent most of her days at the apartment, it was even worse. There was every chance she could have snuck into Ida’s room and found… Well, who even knew what? There were plenty of things that she kept from Brooke, for a variety of different reasons.
“Do you now?” Ida asked, doing her best to act like it was no big deal, telling herself it very well might not be. Brooke could be bluffing, or could have found some silly little thing that didn’t actually mean anything.
“I do,” the other woman nodded. “And, I have to say, I was surprised at first, but then, honestly, it made a lot of sense. Just so you know, I don’t mind… Honestly, it’s kind of cute.”
“O… Kay…” Now Ida was really confused. What had Brooke found out that she would consider cute? “And how did you find out this secret?”
“Well, I was in your closet…” Brooke began.
“And what were you doing in there?” Ida asked indignantly. “I’ve told you, my room is my personal space, and I don’t appreciate you…”
“I was looking for something to wear for a job interview,” Brooke shrugged. “You told me I needed to dress up more if I actually wanted to get a job, and I didn’t have anything clean… I didn’t want to bother you at work to ask…”
Ida still wasn’t happy about it, though it was hard to argue; she had told Brooke that, after she’d gone to her last interview in a miniskirt and t-shirt, and she’d also asked her to stop calling her at work so often, when she would boredly do it all the time, under the guise of asking if it was all right for her to call a repairman when the Internet was being kind of slow, or seeing what Ida wanted for supper, not that she was likely to cook it if it was anything more complicated than mac and cheese. Really, Ida knew she was just lonely, which was why it had taken her so long to say anything about it… But, if she would just find a job, she would have something real to keep her busy.
“And how did it go?” Ida asked instead.
“Oh, I borrowed that one skirt, you know, the black one with…”
“No,” Ida rolled her eyes. “The interview.”
“It was fine,” Brooke shrugged. “Anyway, while I was in there, I found your little stash.”
“My… stash?” Ida frowned.
“Come on, stop pretending,” Brooke urged. “I know already. And, like I said, I think it’s fine… I can see now why you said you wanted so badly to be able to show your real self at work.”
“Do you?” Ida had said that, sure, only because she had to be so strict and no-nonsense, to prove she deserved her promotion, despite how young she was.
“Yes, silly,” Brooke shook her head. “And I thought today was the perfect day for that… It’s Independence Day, after all. Why not declare independence from lying about who you really are, from hiding your true self, from your boring, monotonous adulthood…”
“I have the perfect outfit picked out for you for that little picnic you told me about. It’s nice and simple… It will really get the point across.”
“What point? What the hell are you talking about?!” Ida was truly baffled.
“I know you’re going to argue,” Brooke soldiered on, not bothering with an answer. “But it’s private, right, and adults only? I know you may not exactly qualify, though I bet they won’t mind too much… It’ll be the perfect place to debut the new you!”
“Brooke, would you just tell me what is going on?” Ida insisted. “You aren’t making any sense! There is no new me…”
“You’re right,” Brooke agreed. “It’s more like the old you, isn’t it? Now, I’ll be coming with you, of course…”
“Oh, that’s what this is about,” Ida rolled her eyes, finally sussing out the true motivation. “I told you Tony was going to be there, and you wanted an excuse to go flirt with him…”
“No,” Brooke blushed – just slightly, to her credit. “I mean, that will be a nice little side benefit, but I’m going to support you. Unless you just want to jump right in and let them change you… I thought it would be better if I was there to take care of that, at least for the first few times. You can always ask someone else once you’re a bit more used to it…”
“Change me?” Ida shook her head. “Seriously, what the hell are…?!”
“Sweetie, I let it slide once, because you’re new to this, and it’s a holiday, but if you keep saying naughty things like that, I’m going to have to punish you.”
“You are not punishing me,” Ida told her. “What you are going to do is explain what is happening, and…”
“I already told you,” Brooke said. “I know the truth. Now, here, we’ve waited long enough, we’re going to be late if you keep fussing. Here’s your outfit for the party… Do you want to help me by getting undressed?” She reached down, picking up something from beside the couch and setting it down beside Ida.
‘Simple’ was one word for it… Even before she realized what, exactly, it was, Ida could tell it wasn’t enough, that she’d be, essentially, almost nude. And then, she figured it out.
The hairband, she recognized right away; it was plain, a bit childish, though nothing awful. The second item was far more baffling, although it was what finally helped her piece together what the third one was… She wasn’t sure she ever would have guessed it without the little hint of the pacifier lying on top of it. Even then, she could hardly believe it.
“Are you crazy?!” her eyes widened. “I am not wearing a…” She couldn’t even say it out loud, it was so ludicrous. It took her another moment to recall where Brooke would have even found the thing… She’d bought them a long time ago, as a favor for a friend whose grandmother was moving in with her, then, before she’d had a chance to get them over there, her friend had told her she’d been able to pick some up on her own after all. Ida had thought nothing of it, tucking them away in the corner of her closet, planning on returning them when she had the chance, then forgetting all about them.
The pacifier had been the same; it was part of a baby shower gift, one she’d replaced with a much nicer, cuter pacifier, then stuck in her closet to return, only for it to be lost to the sands of time… Until now.
“No arguing,” Brooke reprimanded her. “Come on, get those pants off, or I’ll do it for you…”
“No,” Ida shook her head. “This is a big misunderstanding, you don’t…” She whimpered indignantly as her roomie stuffed the pacifier into her mouth.
“Stop it,” Brooke said gently. “Today is about declaring your independence from having to rely on those lies… And from those scary toilets.” She giggled. “I think you’re going to look absolutely adorable, and I’m sure all your work friends will, too.”
Ida tried to bat away Brooke’s hands as the other woman began unbuttoning her shirt, peeling away first it, and then the padded bra she always wore underneath. It was impossible not to notice that there wasn’t anything waiting to replace them, in that so-called ‘outfit’.
“Don’t worry,” Brooke smiled, sensing her uneasiness. “Nobody cares if babies run around naked, especially on warm days like today… We’ll just make sure to keep you nice and slathered up with sunblock.”
“Brooke, stop!” Ida whined, spitting out the pacifier as her roommate began unbuttoning her pants.
Brooke grabbed the pacifier from where it had landed on the couch, shoving it back into place. “No, young lady! That is staying in until an adult takes it out, just like your diaper is staying until an adult decides it’s ready for a change. You’re just a baby now, you have no say in what you wear, where you wear it, what you do… And, if you forget that again, I’ll take you over my knee, wherever we are; I packed my hairbrush. The only thing you’re in charge of now is being a cute, obedient little baby.”
Ida gulped, staring up at Brooke, really noticing, for the first time, how much bigger the girl was than her. Ida usually wore heels everywhere, minimizing the difference somewhat, but she had a feeling, like her bra, that was something she’d be leaving behind when they left the apartment for the party… And now, without them, as Brooke went back to work, getting her pants off and starting to slide down her panties, Ida felt truly tiny and helpless. Brooke wasn’t joking… Everyone was going to see her in diapers, and there would be no mistaking them, since they were, basically, all she’d have on. There was no way anyone would be able to think of her as anything more than a baby from then on… She could only hope that the higher-ups’ vague ‘maybe’s about coming to this party meant they wouldn’t be there, that at least only her subordinates would see her this way…
In all honesty, she thought… Maybe this was what she had wanted, after all… Maybe there was a reason she had never gotten around to returning those things… Maybe, somewhere, deep in her mind, she’d wanted someone to take control, to strip away her independence, and all the stress and worry she had to shoulder at work, and turn her into their little baby…
Either way, she realized as the diaper was slipped under her, her bottom nestling into the soft, crinkly padding, whether there was a part of her that wanted it or not, it was already happening… And there was nothing she could do about it, not without getting spanked like a naughty little girl. She squirmed, watching the bulky garment being pulled up between her legs, and, barely even noticing, began to suck on her pacifier, rather than just letting it sit in her mouth.
“There!” Brooke declared, massaging the last tape into place, sitting the stunned Ida up, and slipping the hairband onto her head like a tiara. “Perfect. Now, toddle your little bottom over here so you can see yourself… Aren’t you cute?” She smiled, watching the shocked look in her roommate’s widening eyes in the mirror. “Say ‘thank you’.”
Ida fidgeted for a moment, then reached for her pacifier. Brooke smacked her hand away gently. “No,” she shook her head. “Leave it in… You can talk around it.”
Ida blushed, squirming some more, then, finally, managed a slightly muffled, “Fank yew, Mommy.”
Brooke’s smile widened, wondering if Ida had even realized what she’d just called her, without even having to be told. She’d been sure she was right about all this before, but now, she was absolutely positive. “You’re welcome, baby girl,” she kissed her on the top of the head. “Now… Let’s go to this party!”
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