Never Been Kissed

Emilia knew right away that something was wrong, though she assumed, at first, it was just the unfamiliar room she’d woken up in. That was certainly worrisome, she couldn’t deny, especially compared with her pounding headache, but, as her memories from the night before began to slowly filter back in, the latter made more and more sense. She had gotten awfully drunk….

She’d started out pretty tipsy, even before her friends had began to play truth or dare, and she’d had to reveal her deepest, darkest secret. She’d hoped they’d be a little more understanding; they’d all had a few drinks by then, too, however.

“Wait, seriously?” April had giggled. “At your age? You are such a baby!”

Emilia had squirmed, regretting not making something up already. “Well, you know… The opportunity never presented itself, so…”

“You’re too picky,” Denise had told her. “He doesn’t have to be the one or anything… I don’t care what your Mommy and Daddy told you, you don’t have to be planning on marrying a guy to get him to sleep with you. Sometimes it’s better if you don’t plan on ever seeing him again.”

Was she a prude? She’d had to assume so, blushing and staring down at her half-empty drink on the table in front of her, listening to her friends laugh. They were right, though… At her age, she should have gotten past all the fairy tale stuff and had a one night stand or two, just for the experience.

And that was when she’d really started drinking, both to help her pretend the mockery wasn’t hurting her feelings, and to prepare herself for what she was going to do. After that night, she would no longer be a virgin, a baby in her friends’ eyes, inexperienced and innocent. She didn’t tell them that was what she was doing, of course, couldn’t let them know how much they’d gotten to her, only that she was going to stick around the bar once they’d all decided to call it a night.

From there, things became more fuzzy. She couldn’t even recall which of the guys she’d hit on she’d wound up going home with, although it must have been one of them. She noticed now, as she grew more conscious, that she wasn’t merely in a strange room… She was in strange clothes, too, an oversized men’s dress shirt and, far stranger than that…

A diaper. She didn’t want to believe it at first, wriggling on the couch she was lying on, hearing the crinkles, cautiously reaching down and lifting the hem of the shirt to confirm, but, sure enough, there was no doubt about it. She was diapered…

How could this be happening to her?! Last night was supposed to be about proving she was every bit as mature as her friends, and now she looked like a silly little toddler! She didn’t even know whose house she was in, who had undressed her and put her in this thing! She groaned, reaching down for the garment, fumbling with the tapes, just to realize, as she moved more in it, that the diaper’s padding was clammy, squishy…

Wet. She was not only in a diaper, she had wet it. There was no way this could possibly get any more humiliating! She left it on, not wanting to make a mess of this stranger’s sofa, stumbling to her feet and wandering out of the living room, searching for a bathroom where she could get cleaned up and changed, part of her curious to see if she could find out whose house she was in, another part simply eager to get out of here as quickly as possible.

The Guest Room

“You’re sure she won’t mind?” Alona asked, nibbling her bottom lip as she stared at the wall of her tiny apartment, waiting for a response. “I don’t want to be a nuisance…”

“Of course not,” her father replied. “She’ll be thrilled… She’s been wanting to meet you for a while.”

Alona squirmed, trying to deduce from the sound of his voice if that was meant to be a jab at her, if there was some hidden resentment. Over the phone, it was hard to tell; that was exactly what she’d been afraid of, however, what had made it so hard for her to make this call. “I wish I could have been there at the wedding,” she told him. “It was a busy time, and…”

“Oh, it’s fine,” he said. “We understand… But we’d still love to see you, and if you can stay, that’s even better! Silvia has been working on the guest room for weeks now, so she’ll be pleased to have someone to appreciate her hard work.”

Alona’s father was, unsurprisingly, working when she arrived, and the door was answered by someone even younger than Alona had expected, barely older than her. For a moment, she thought she might have gotten the wrong address, but then the girl smiled and gave her a hug. “Hello, there!” she beamed. “It’s so good to finally see you in person, Alona!”

“Y-Yeah,” Alona blushed. “Y-You, too, Silvia.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” Silvia chuckled. “I guess it might be awkward to call me mom, but… Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something!”

That would, definitely, have been weird, since Alona mother was still alive. She’d moved across the country after the divorce, however, and it had been difficult enough for Alona to afford to get a couple cities over to her dad’s house. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Alona said.

“You are so cute!” Silvia gushed, looking Alona up and down. “I’ve seen your pictures, of course, but they just don’t do you justice! I could eat you up!” She grinned, taking Alona by the hand. “Come on, let’s get you inside! I can show you to your room.”

Alona hadn’t really known what to expect – what could Silvia have been doing to the guest room that would take weeks? – yet, no matter what she might have thought the woman was doing, there was no way she could have anticipated what was waiting when she opened up the door. “This is… my room?” she frowned, looking around uncomfortably.

“I suppose it could be, if you wanted,” Silvia smiled. “It’s the guest room, though, so it’s not like I decorated it for you, specifically…”

“That’s definitely true,” Alona mumbled. The place seemed like it had been decorated for a two year old, if she was being generous, complete with a crib, a high chair, a changing table, and shelves upon shelves filled with thick, bulky diapers. “A-Are you expecting to have a kid?” she asked, knowing it was an odd question, but thinking, in this case, it was justified. Strangely, the more she stared at the place, the more it appeared to be too big for an actual baby…

“Not anytime soon,” Silvia laughed it off, fortunately not offended. “My mom is obsessed with the idea of having a grandbaby, though, so this was my way to appease her, to show her that I’m ready, whenever it happens. It ought to keep her quiet for a month or two, anyway.” She gave Alona a wink. “And the furniture is big enough that it can still be used as a guest room until then!”

“Y-Yeah,” Alona nodded. “If people want to sleep in a crib…”

“Trust me,” Silvia told her, “it’s more comfortable than it looks. And it’s free.” Alona blushed. That was the big draw, if she was being honest… Until she could find a new job and get back on her feet, that was what she needed. “Now, let’s get you unpacked!”

She grabbed for Alona’s suitcase, starting to unzip it before the other girl could stop her. “I-I can do that!” Alona insisted. “Y-You don’t have to…”

“Alona!” Silvia shook her head, pausing and holding up a pair of the girl’s underwear. “What are these stains, young lady?” Alona wriggled, both not wanting to answer, and knowing that there was no need, that it was obvious. “I put a lot of work into this room,” Silvia scolded. “I’m happy to have you stay, but I’m not about to let you ruin all that hard work by making a mess of it already… Luckily for you, I have a perfect solution…”

When Mom’s Away…

“Bye, Mom!” Jennifer gave her a big hug. “Have fun!”

Ariana stood back, barely containing her smirk, unsurprised to hear the quaver in her step-sister’s voice, or the hint of wetness in her eyes when she turned around. If anything, it was a shock that the brunette hadn’t called her mother ‘Mommy’.

“Bye, pumpkin,” Anita smiled, hugging her back. “This was so sweet of all of you, but I’ll miss you!”

Ariana rolled her eyes; she wasn’t even going to be gone that long! For Mother’s Day, they’d gotten her a private, overnight trip to the spa, just some time to herself to relax and not have to think about anyone else. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal… Ariana and Jennifer were both nineteen, more than old enough to take care of themselves, despite how utterly immature Jenny was.

And, of course, Ariana’s dad would be there, too, so they wouldn’t even really have to. There was no reason for all this drama, but she’d been positive Jennifer was going to bring it anyway, and she had. She was such a co-dependent little baby… It was almost embarrassing simply to be related to her now.

“Bye, Anita,” Ariana nodded, once Jennifer finally extracted herself from her mother’s arms. She was never sure what to do with the woman, whether she should hug her, or shake her hand… For all the time that Anita and her dad had been dating, she hadn’t gotten to know Anita all that well,, so a hug felt too familiar; a handshake was definitely too weird and sterile, though.

They settled on a hug, but it was predictably awkward. They watched her go, waving from the front porch, Ariana’s grin slowly growing as the car grew smaller and smaller in the distance, knowing that Anita was now too far away to defend her precious daughter from her plan.

It had started back when they’d first made the plans to get Anita this getaway for Mother’s Day… Or, really, it had started back when Ariana and Jennifer had first met. “Your dad is so cool,” Jenny had told Ariana. “What is he like?”

“I don’t know,” Ariana had shrugged, already taking a dislike to the girl. “Like a dad, I guess? He’s fine…”

But that was all Jennifer wanted to talk about… It was pretty obvious that she had a crush on him, one that she, of course couldn’t do anything about, since her precious Mommy was dating him. Or, perhaps, she thought so highly of him only because her mother had already deemed him special by going out with him… It was hard to tell.

Either way, something about that was disgusting to Ariana. Was it jealousy? She was pretty close with her father – though not nearly as close as Anita and Jenny – and it was bad enough having Anita swoop in to steal him… Maybe she didn’t want yet another woman to take his attention away from her.

Whatever it was, she had been wanting to find some way to ensure that Jennifer knew she had no chance with her dad, that she was nothing except a pathetic little girl in his eyes… And, when she realized they were going to have a whole night away from Anita, with all of them resolving not to call or text her unless it was a true emergency, so she could just relax and not worry about anything, Ariana knew this was her shot.

A Mommy’s Day Surprise

“We want to thank you so much for coming here today, Christina,” Alexa smiled, leading the woman further into the house, her associate, Bethany, trailing behind them. “We know it’s a holiday, so we appreciate you taking the time…”

“Oh, no,” Christina blushed. “It’s no trouble at all! I really need this job, so I’ll do anything! I-I mean…” She squirmed in place, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You’re not supposed to admit that, are you? I read all kinds of articles about job interviews, and I’m pretty sure they said not to look desperate, but…”

“It’s okay!” Bethany reached forward, rubbing her back. “This isn’t a normal job, obviously.”

“Thanks,” Christina smiled, looking around. “It is a very nice house…”

“Thank you!” Alexa looked back at her. “Our… boss worked very hard on it, and we do what we can.”

Christina nodded. “So, I’m guessing there’s a home office, or..?”

Alexa smirked knowingly. “Something like that. It’s right up here, Christina, just a little further!”

“You can call me Chrissy,” Christina offered. “I-I know it doesn’t sound as professional, but… Well, nobody really calls me Christina, so it’s weird to hear it.”

“Whatever you say, Chrissy,” Alexa nodded, stopping in front of a door, wrapping a hand around the knob. She looked to Bethany, a tiny, almost imperceptible, nod passing between the two. “Chrissy, I don’t want you to be upset… Everything is going to be all right.”

Christina frowned, glancing between the other two women. “I-I didn’t think any different until you said that,” she swallowed.

“This might look a little strange, but it’ll be okay,” Bethany chimed in, stepping closer, making it harder for Chrissy to run away.

Alexa opened up the door, letting Christina get a good look inside. “No way!” Chrissy squealed, shaking her head, cheeks bright red. “Is this a prank? Who told you, Ricky?! I’m gonna… Hey!” She’d tried to back out, only to feel Bethany’s hands close around her, pushing her forward, keeping her from being able to escape. “Let me go!”

“What are you so upset about, Chrissy?” Alexa teased. “That’s a very strange reaction… Unless…” She nodded to Bethany, who guided the smaller girl further inside, stopping in front of the giant crib that seemed to be the centerpiece of the oversized nursery.

“Let me go!” Chrissy repeated, whimpering as she got a demonstration of how much stronger than her Bethany was, the girl lifting up her slightly to allow Alexa to slide off her shoes and toss them aside, easily avoiding Christina’s kicking feet, following them up with Christina’s pants, revealing underneath…

“I knew it!” Bethany crowed. “From the moment I saw her, I could tell!”

Chrissy blushed and squirmed as Alexa knelt down, lifting up her shirt, taking a closer look at her shameful secret. “I-It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” she gulped. “I-I thought I did a good job hiding them this time, b-but…”

“It’s no big accomplishment that Bethany knew,” Alexa shrugged. “She knows exactly what they look like, since she has so much practice seeing herself in them.”

“Hey!” Bethany stomped her foot, pouting. “You hafta wear them, too!”

“Sometimes,” Alexa shrugged. “But what about you, Chrissy? Why did you come to a job interview in a diaper?”

Christina gulped, looking at the two girls. “D-Did Ricky really not tell you? Th-This isn’t a joke?”

“I don’t even know anyone named that,” Alexa replied. “You’ll have to tell us all about him… Once I get you into a dry diaper.”

Chrissy’s face lit up bright red as Bethany squealed, “She’s already wet, too?!” before leading her over to the changing table, apparently none of them quite ready to believe what was happening here.

 

Her Favorite Holidays

Part 1

 

Dolly had no idea what the announcement meant, but the very sound of it was enough to make her squirm in her diapers, feeling the fresh damp spot she’d just made. There was a chance it wasn’t anything bad, and, perhaps, it would even be good… Considering what the past couple months had been like, however, she very much doubted that.

“Come on,” Tara told her, already out of her desk. “Let’s go!”

Dolly stared up at her taller friend, wondering why she was so eager. Did she just not want to be in class? It was boring, sure, yet, as long as they behaved themselves – which was harder for Tara, it seemed, so maybe it made sense – they were safe. Going to the Principal’s office, on the other hand…

“What are you freaking out about?” Tara asked, once they were in the hall, clearly having sensed her friend’s hesitation. “This is what we’ve been trying to do ever since we got here!”

That was true… The first few weeks after St. Patrick’s Day, when they’d wound up being enrolled in this Academy against their wills, they’d tried every day to get an audience with the Principal, to explain they didn’t belong here, and should be allowed to return to their own college, only to be turned away each time, told the woman was too busy to see them. Eventually, they’d given up, and started pursuing other avenues for escape, which, so far, also hadn’t worked out.

“I-I guess,” Dolly nodded. “Do you think that’s what she actually wants to see us for, though?”

“Who cares?” Tara rolled her eyes. “Once we’re there, we can make it about that!”

Dolly wasn’t nearly as confident… At this point, she was content to ride out the next couple days as inconspicuously as possible. The students here weren’t allowed visitors normally, but that Sunday was Mother’s Day, and it was a special exception. They also were only given permission to use the phone if they were very well-behaved, and neither of them had earned the privilege yet, other than a single precisely timed, and closely observed, call to invite their mothers.

Tara’s call had just served to inform her that her older siblings were sending her parents on a cruise as a combined present for it and Father’s Day, so she wouldn’t be around… Dolly’s family lived far enough away it had been difficult to convince her mom to come, since Dolly didn’t have time to explain the whole situation, or the guts to tell her about the worst of what happened here, in case the phone got pulled away from her if she did, but, right before she was forced to hang up, her mother had agreed.

It wasn’t perfect, or even ideal, yet it was the best either of them could come up with. Her mom would get there, see what kind of place this was, and get them out… Unless, of course, Tara did something stupid and lost her Mother’s Day visiting privileges, along with Dolly’s by association. The two were constantly together, so Dolly always got in trouble with her, if only because the teachers said she should have stopped her friend.

“Okay, just… Be careful,” Dolly told her.

But, unsurprisingly, as soon as they were in the Prinicipal’s office, Tara was on the attack. “What kind of place are you running?” she demanded. “You’d better let us out of here right now, and fire the teacher who kidnapped us, or I’m going to be pressing charges against this whole awful prison!”

“You are a feisty one,” the Principal raised her eyebrow, otherwise seeming utterly unimpressed. “I can see why your teachers recommended you. And what about you?” she turned to Dolly. “Do you feel the same?”

Dolly gulped, glancing up at Tara, not wanting to betray her, while also feeling very uncomfortable at the sight of the large, wooden paddle hanging behind the Principal’s desk. “I-I know we don’t belong here…” she agreed meekly.

“Oh, don’t you?” the Principal smirked, stepping around her desk and grabbing Dolly’s skirt before she could react, lifting it up to reveal her damp diaper. Dolly squirmed, red-cheeked, as the woman pressed a hand to the wet padding. “According to your records, your last change was less than half an hour ago, young lady. Why have you already used your diaper again? Did you even ask a teacher if you could use the bathroom?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Dolly admitted, certain the woman already knew the answer, and that lying would be a bad idea.

She felt so silly, having to stand in front of a teacher at her age, wearing a diaper, and beg for permission to go to the bathroom… Especially when there were other students there in the classroom with her, which was almost always. If she didn’t really have to go, or if she didn’t need to poop, when she couldn’t be the first student in the room – with Tara, of course – she usually tried to wait until the next class… And, usually, it didn’t work out. Tara was the same way, but she had a much bigger, stronger bladder, and actually could wait a few classes, for the perfect opportunity. Dolly was less lucky in that department…

There were diapers on-hand in every classroom, but they were mostly there as a deterrent, or a way to discipline unruly students for the rest of the day. The teacher who had brought them here had made them wear theirs for the whole first week… Between Tara’s acting out, and Dolly’s accidents, they hadn’t been out of them since.

The Principal let Dolly’s skirt fall back into place. “Not only do the two of you clearly belong here, you’re some of the most… deserving… students we’ve had in a very long time. So much so, in fact, that I have a special… surprise for you. Come along.”

She ushered the girls out of her office, and to the dorms, past their room and up to the very top floor. Neither of them had been there before; nobody had, as far as they knew. The door was kept locked, with the students all whispering about why, claiming it was haunted, or some sort of secret laboratory.

When the Principal opened the door, however, it looked like every other floor… At least, until she pushed open the door to one of the rooms. It was similar to their current room, except there was only one bed in it… And one oversized crib.

“What the hell is this?!” Tara spat.

“This is where you two get to make a choice,” the Principal told them. “I want both of you to stay quiet and listen until I’ve finished talking, or I’ll make it for you. One of you is going to sleep in that bed, and things will mostly stay the same for you; the other is getting the crib…. And everything that comes along with it.

“The girl in the crib will no longer receive any bathroom privileges whatsoever. In fact, if they ask for any, they’ll be given a spanking… If they’re caught in the bathroom… Well, let’s just say you don’t want that to happen. They will be given an early curfew, which the other girl will be in charge of enforcing. If a faculty member finds the cribbed girl not under her covers, or with her eyes open, after that curfew, both of you will be disciplined.

“The girl in the crib will be barred from participating in any extracurricular activities. When she isn’t in class, in the showers, or eating, she’ll spend all her time in the crib. She’ll be spending her entire weekends there, and will only be allowed to go to the Nurse for a fresh diaper at mealtimes…. However, she will only be given two changes a day. Her friend will determine when those times will be, and, if the girl’s diaper leaks because she chose poorly, her friend will be the one disciplined for it.

“Finally, the cribbed girl will be immediately put on a strict diet of baby food and bottles. A high chair will be assembled in the cafeteria for her, and she’ll stay in it until she finishes every bit of it at each meal. Again, the other girl is responsible for making sure that happens in a timely matter… It is not an acceptable excuse for being late for your post-lunch class.”

Dolly’s eyes widened further and further the longer the woman talked, her stomach churning at the thought of having to do all that… Or, really, having to do all that to Tara. One of them was, essentially, going to become the babysitter for the other, made to go along with all these ridiculous new rules… Even knowing they were doing it because they had no choice, it would be hard for the other not to grow resentful of her.

“What the two of you need to do now,” the Principal continued, after giving her last speech time to sink in, “is decide which of you will be staying in the crib. It’s up to you… Both of you deserve it, for different reasons. If you can’t choose, or try to be clever by saying both or neither of you, just know the room next door has two cribs in it, and it is ready for you to move in as well. Now, go on, make your choice… Your time is running out.”

The friends looked at each other in shock, neither wanting to be the first to speak, hoping the other would volunteer, make this easier. It wasn’t a huge surprise that Tara was the one to finally break the silence. “You’re shorter,” she pointed out. “You’d probably be more comfortable in the crib, so…”

“What?!” Dolly gasped, feeling like she’d been punched in the gut. “You think just because I’m a little shorter than you, I deserve to…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, squirming in her diaper, imagining how gross and humiliating it would be to have to do everything in it. “You’re the reason we’re here in the first place! If you wouldn’t have been so loud in the bar, or so rude to that teacher, we…”

“You need those diapers anyway!” Tara shot back. “I don’t deserve to be in these stupid things!”

“And I do?!” Dolly fumed.

“Yes! Every time we’d get the slighest bit tipsy, you’d pee yourself… And have you seen your potty chart in the Nurse’s office? A two year old would be ashamed of that!”

Tears stung Dolly’s eyes, and she prepared to defend herself, only to realize what was going on. This was exactly what the Principal wanted… She wanted them to fight, and use up all their five minutes… She wanted them both to wind up in cribs. “Tara, listen,” she said, trying to calm down, to get Tara to chill out. “My mom is coming here for Mother’s Day… Y-You just have to make it until then! If she gets here, and sees me in a crib, in a diaper… Sh-She’ll think I deserve it, a-and she won’t help us…”

She hadn’t had accidents in her pants for years, at least before she’d wound up in the Academy, though, when she had… She had no idea if her mom would have ever followed through with it, but she’d threatened her with diaper discipline more than once when she was younger. Dolly doubted she’d be able to earn her way out of diapers before Sunday; if she was extra careful not to have any accidents, so that she was perfectly dry when the woman got there, hopefully she’d still be willing to get them out of there. If she saw any evidence Dolly needed those diapers, however…

“Well, maybe you do!” Tara growled, unwilling to listen, or back down.

“I don’t!” Dolly whined, stomping her foot. “A-And I know you don’t either, but if you just do this, then…”

“At least I have a chance of getting out of diapers!” Tara told her. “You’re going to be in them either way.”

“No, I won’t!” Dolly insisted. “I-I was out of diapers for years before this place! Maybe you ought to spend a little more time in them! Maybe you’d learn to be less of a bully, and how to think before you act, and get your friends in trouble!”

Neither of the squabbling girls heard the Principal say, “Tick-tock, one minute left.” She knew they’d complain about that late, claim she should have warned them…. That was why she’d made sure to turn the security camera on in this room, despite how certain she’d been that the girls would be moving in next door instead. It would be very satisfying to show them the tape after they whined over how it wasn’t fair, to show them how much they both deserved what they were earning themselves if they couldn’t somehow reach an agreement in their rapidly dwindling remaining seconds.

Listening the what Dolly had said, she doubted the girl’s mother would have many objections to this anyway, but it would still be fun to show her this video as well, to really drive home why her daughter needed to be here. She had a feeling she’d be getting her own Mother’s Day present this year, getting to see the girl’s mom scold her, yank her surely soaked diaper down, spank her, and inform her she’d be staying in this school for a very long time… Maybe she’d wait a few weeks to send the video to Tara’s parents so they could come down for Father’s Day, and she’d be certain to have some entertainment then, too.

She always loved these holidays, getting to show parents how bratty their children really were, how much they deserved their enrollment at her Academy… And then, in another year or two, depending on how resilient they were, how much progress she’d made on turning them into obedient, respectful young men and women, even if they might sometimes need the occasional spanking or diaper to keep them in line. Honestly, they might even be her favorite holidays… And she was sure she’d be experiencing quite a few of them with these two brats.

“Uh-oh,” she chirped, loud enough this time to stop the girls, Tara’s hand tugging on one of Dolly’s ponytails, Dolly stomping her feet and crying like the helpless baby she was, whining for help instead of trying to do anything herself. “Time’s up.”

Part 3

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Public Urination

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Brook mused as she stared at herself in the mirror, experimentally lifting her sweater to see that, indeed, the top of her diaper was very visible. It wouldn’t take much dancing at all to expose that, and show everyone at the club her shameful secret.

It was like a cruel joke… She was finally off on her own, an adult, independent, but she was scared to celebrate it, at least in the way she wanted to. The few parties she’d been to at school, and drank at, had all ended the same way, with her in wet pants, humiliated, which, of course, nobody at school would let her forget about.

She didn’t know anybody here in this city, and, while there was no guarantee she’d see anybody at the club tonight ever again, since there were plenty of other places she could go to hang out if she wanted, she didn’t want her life here to start like that… She wanted things to be different from school. Part of her hoped that, magically, the issue had solved itself now that she was officially a grown-up, but the last time it had happened was at a graduation party, almost a year ago.

So, she’d come up with another solution… Or so she’d thought. She’d known that adult diapers existed, although not enough to have any idea which ones she ought to use. They were all pretty much the same, she’d assumed, so she’d just grabbed what looked good to her at the store, in the few seconds she gave herself to stare at the packages, since she didn’t want to be caught in that aisle.

They were thicker than she’d imagined, and bigger in general; she’d imagined something closer to a pair of underwear, only designed to hold in accidents… These were, unmistakably, diapers, more like what a baby would wear. They were so thick, bulging there, between her legs, and loud… But the club was going to be loud, too, she reasoned, so surely nobody would hear. It would probably also be dark, which made her feel a little better about how puffy her pants looked with them on underneath.

The waistband issue… That was another story. She was already dressing much more conservatively than she had imagined her first clubbing outfit would be, just to keep her diaper this well hidden. She couldn’t go any further than that, and yet, if she got too into dancing, there was a good chance her shirt might rise a little too much, and everyone would see anyway. Would it really be worse to be the girl who wet herself in the club, rather than the one wearing a diaper, so that everyone would assume she peed herself, probably on a regular basis?

Was it worth the risk? She definitely wanted to go out, to dance, to drink, to celebrate… She didn’t want to be trapped here, afraid of what might happen…

So what if somebody saw her diaper? This wasn’t school any more… Surely, people could be grown-up about it, and if they really thought she had a problem, they could come up and ask her about it, instead of calling her names and talking about her behind her back.

Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Mommy Practice

A Perfect Mother’s Day Present

The Booby Trap