Olivia had known it was risky from the start, but it seemed worth it… At least, until she got caught.
It wasn’t like she needed the diapers, after all. She hadn’t for years, nearly a decade and a half by now, and for most of that time, they’d only been an occasional thing, generally for overnight, or, perhaps, long car rides. Unfortunately, ‘overnight’ meant at sleepovers, too, not just in the privacy of her own home…
If it had been up to her, she simply wouldn’t have gone to any, until she got over her nighttime problem, but her mother had seen the invitation before Olivia could hide it, insisted the girl should go, spend time with her friends, that they wouldn’t care if they somehow found out. Olivia wasn’t convinced.
So, when one of the oldest girls at the party, Aaliyah, had noticed the Goodnite tucked away in Olivia’s bag, even before the girl had changed into her PJs, and confessed that she had problems sometimes, too, Olivia had decided to play a little defense. The next time Aaliyah was out of the room, she snuck her Goodnite out of her bag, and into Aaliyah’s.
She felt a pang of guilt, definitely… Aaliyah had confided in her, after all, and been nice enough, especially for an older girl that Olivia had been terrified of when the party had begun. There was a good chance Aaliyah was lying, too, just saying all that to make her feel better. Olivia was so sure someone else would notice her Goodnite, however, that it seemed like her best option at the time to pretend she’d seen it poking out of the bag, and point it out to everyone.
Aaliyah had defended herself, of course, saying that Olivia had planted it there, that she’d seen it in Olivia’s bag first, but since Olivia had actually spoken up before her, her story held more weight. It had erupted into a big argument, and they’d all wound up going home early. That had been the real stroke of luck… Olivia’s plan – if she couldn’t sneak the Goodnite back without anyone noticing, was to either stay awake all night, which wasn’t likely, or hope she’d have a good, dry night, which hadn’t happened, although, luckily, that had happened at home, after she got another Goodnite from her drawer, so her sheets didn’t get soaked.
Thankfully, Rae, the girl who had thrown the party had felt bad about it and did her best to keep the other guests from blabbing to the whole school about what happened. Olivia had no idea who that girl believed, but she was happy with that either way… She didn’t want to be known as a bedwetter, and she didn’t really want Aaliyah to, either. By the time they all graduated high school, Olivia was pretty sure they’d mostly forgotten, although she still remembered.
And so, as it turned out, did Aaliyah.
A lot had changed for Olivia since the sleepover… Her mother had died, and her father had gone through several girlfriends, none of whom Olivia particularly liked, and none of whom stuck around for long. She was in college when he told her he’d start seeing someone new, someone she knew… She’d assumed it was one of her old teachers, or the parents of one of her friends.
It was Aaliyah. She was nice enough to Olivia when the girl’s father was around, but if they were alone, Olivia felt like she was back in school, being picked on by the older, bigger girls. After the sleepover, Aaliyah had – somewhat justifiably, Olivia admitted – not be so nice to her, and that trend was continuing now… Luckily, Olivia had a job on campus over the summer, and one lined up in the city after she graduated, so, other than holidays, she didn’t have to go back home often. Surely, given how quickly he’d broken up with the other women, her dad would get over this mid-life crisis and dump Aaliyah soon enough…
Instead, he married her. Not too long after that, he got sick, and he ended up dying as well, leaving everything to his new wife. Olivia was devastated, of course, but, with both her parents gone, just assumed she’d have no real reason to go back to her old home anymore… At least, not until she lost her job, and was unable to find another one in the city. She couch surfed for a little while, then, eventually, caved in.
“Of course,” Aaliyah had told her. “This is your house as much as it is mine, you can stay as long as you need… But I do know about your little problem, young lady… And since technically I do own everything here, I’m afraid I’ll have to insist that you take some steps to protect my furniture from any of your… accidents…”
Olivia thought she was joking; she wasn’t. Aaliyah ordered her the biggest, thickest diapers she could find, so huge Olivia didn’t own a pair of jeans or sweatpants that would fit over the things without a bulge. And, to add insult to injury, they were also all incredibly childish looking, brightly colored, with infantile designs, making them look like they were intended for a large toddler, rather than an adult.
Olivia tried refusing to go along with it, but Aaliyah simply took away all Olivia’s panties when the girl was at a job interview, and wouldn’t tell her where she’d hidden them. Olivia had just gotten home, opened up her underwear drawer, and found them staring back at her, row after row of crinkly, plastic-coated padding, waiting for her. And then, when Aaliyah found out Olivia’s old clothes were all still there, packed away in the basement, she’d replaced all of Olivia’s current clothes with them.
It was insane… But now, it truly was like being back in school again. Olivia hadn’t grown much since she’d worn a lot of those clothes, so a surprisingly number of them fit, and fit well – the only way she’d outgrown them was in terms of maturity. Now, as an adult, she was back wearing Hello Kitty, and tutu skirts, and looking even more immature in them than ever, since she had to be in diapers underneath it all.
That was why, one afternoon, Olivia had taken matters into her own hands. Probably, she should have done it long before… She suspected all of this was a way for Aaliyah to drive her away, make sure she wanted to leave again as soon as possible, so she could have the house all to herself. Of course, that was made far harder when Olivia couldn’t go to any job interviews, since all her appropriate attire had vanished.
Olivia was supposed to go to Aaliyah when she needed to use the bathroom, to have her diaper checked, to see if she’d already gone, and have them removed – she wasn’t allowed to do it herself, for any reason. When Olivia peeked into the living room, however, Aaliyah was on the phone, chatting away. Olivia had already waited longer than she should have – as an adult, going to someone only a few years older than her and begging to be allowed to use the potty was quite mortifying – and she neither wanted to wait for Aaliyah to hang up, or ask while whoever was on the other end could potentially overhear.
So she backed away, glad she hadn’t started talking before she’d gone into the room, so that, hopefully, Aaliyah hadn’t even noticed her there. She tip-toed to the bathroom, pushing the door mostly closed, afraid that the other woman would overhear the click of the latch snapping into place, and began undoing tapes.
It was easier than she’d expected, especially since Aaliyah constantly told her the reason she wasn’t allowed to do it herself was because she might rip the diaper, and waste it, and they were expensive. She yanked off one, then another, and another, and, before she knew it, she was on the final tape, a smile crossing her lips as she let the diaper fall to the floor with a soft crinkle. It was such a little thing, certainly for a woman in her twenties, yet it made her feel like a grown-up again for the first time since this had all begun.
Her smile quickly faded, however, her eyes widening in fright almost before she’d taken a single step towards the toilet. Anxiously, she pushed her tutu down, trying to pretend she hadn’t done the thing she’d been so happy about a second ago, that the diaper was still there, where it should be… Of course, Aaliyah only had to move a little further into the bathroom and bend down to retrieve the garment from the floor beneath the girl.
“And what, exactly, is this, young lady?” she demanded.
“S-See?” Olivia gulped, staring up at her. “I-I can get it off without ruining it, so…”
“Go on,” Aaliyah shook her head, pointing at the toilet. “You might as well use it… But don’t think you got away with this.”