The Gift – Chapter 7

“Oh, no,” Beatrix whimpered before she could stop herself, her involuntary utterance only making her situation more humiliating as she saw Leann’s eyebrow raise, staring down at her as she sat, diaper pressed against the thin mattress.

“Oh, no?” the head nurse repeated, stepping in closer, peering through the medical crib’s bars at the little nurse trapped inside, her face red from embarrassment, and her increasingly difficult struggle to contain her rumbling bowels. “What’s wrong, Beatrix? Is this not what you wanted?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Bea shook her head. “N-Not at all!”

“That’s funny,” Leann said, though Beatrix didn’t detect the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. “You were so concerned with being able to find the diapers the other day…”

“I-It was a coincidence!” Beatrix claimed, but it was hard to deny how unlikely a story that was, how hard a lie that would have been to sell, even if she’d been someone who was good at that in the first place.

“A coincidence, hmm?” Leann mused. “You know, it’s strange… As soon as I heard about all these odd things happening around the hospital, all this chaos a rogue patient was causing, and the confusion when it was discovered that it was somebody who had been discharged earlier today, there was something that told me, even before I found out you hadn’t clocking in for your shift yet, that it was you…”

Bea bit her bottom lip hard, a cramp hitting her at just the wrong moment, leaving her squirming frantically, her bottom brushing against the sticky smear, reminding her that she’d already made it that much harder to buy when she stammered, “I-It’s not what it looks like!” She still had to stop it from getting any worse, though, had to do everything in her power to keep herself from completely filling her pants in front of her boss…

“Why don’t you tell me what it is instead, then?” Leann asked, pulling a chair up next to the crib, sitting down expectantly, her eyes fixed on Bea, not giving her a second of privacy, making Beatrix certain that she knew precisely what was going on here, thanks to all of her experience as a nurse, and that she wasn’t interested in letting Bea off easily.

“Sondra told me about a little girl she caught wandering by herself, with a package of diapers, and how she couldn’t remember her room number, her name… And then Saige came to me, all worried because she’d just administered medication to a patient who was suddenly out of the system, despite her having come directly from the girl’s room… When I had Sondra tell me where she’d found the girl, and she said it was outside the supply closet where the diapers are kept, I told Saige to go ahead and bring this in,” she patted the bars of the crib, “to keep you here until I could get here, and add something special to your water to keep you… occupied.”

Beatrix blushed; Leann might have been able to tell regardless, but now there was no question that she knew what Bea was doing, why she was so wriggling so much, why her face was so red… She was the one who had made it all happen. Beatrix swallowed, watching as Leann pulled her phone, her wallet, her ID, out of her pockets, showing them off to her from the other side of the crib, setting them down on the bedside table.

“It was a bit of a gamble,” Leann confessed. “Until I found these, right where I’d told you to look for your diapers.”

“Th-They’re not mine!” Beatrix pouted, as silly as it sounded, given the state of the one she was wearing.

Leann didn’t show any sign of hearing her, which was just as well. “I thought that if I was wrong, whoever it was, if they were being kept in diapers, could probably do with a good clearing out anyway. It doesn’t hurt to do that once in a while… And, as long as they’d all padded up, they don’t have to worry about making it to the toilet in time.”

She reached through the bars, Bea drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation of the woman’s hand brushing against her diaper, giving it a squeeze. Her hands curled in the covers, grabbing them tightly, refusing to lose the battle, to mess herself when Leann was touching her…

“And even now, with you sitting there in your dirty diaper, you’re acting like a child, unable to admit the truth,” Leann shook her head.

“I-It’s not dirty!” Bea whined.

“Get up and let me see, then,” Leann said, the very last thing Beatrix wanted to do in this instance. “Right now!” she snapped, sending Bea scrambling to obey, pushing herself up off the mattress, turning to expose her padded bottom, medical gown splaying open, hanging down around it, framing it, giving the head nurse the perfect view as another, perfectly timed, cramp came.

Beatrix groaned, quickly attempting to sit, to plant her backside on the bed once more as she felt something start to happen, a mass struggling to get out. She wasn’t fast enough, unfortunately, Leann’s hand shooting beneath her descending rear, lifting it back upwards.

Bea couldn’t help herself, had to do anything she could… She ground down on the woman’s hand, hoping that would be enough, even as she realized it wasn’t, as the thick, warm mush began to flow in earnest, oozing out into her pants, squelching around Leann’s grasping fingers, while Beatrix stared at her cell phone on the table beside her, fixating on it, doing her best to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“Well,” Leann finally interrupted the awkward silence, punctuated previously only by Bea’s grunts, the crinkling of her expanding diaper, and a few much more rude noises coming from inside. “If you don’t think this qualifies as dirty, I feel sorry for your patients.”

Beatrix whimpered, not knowing what else to do, or say. She gave a tiny squeak as Leann let go of her, her messy bottom plopping onto the bed with a squish.

“What’s wrong, Beatrix?” Leann mocked. “Is this not what you hoped for?” Bea weakly shook her head, unable to find the strength to protest about how none of this had been for her in the first place. “That’s too bad… Especially since you clearly need a little more training when it comes to dealing with diapers.”

“Tr-Training?” Bea gulped.

“I’ve already called someone else in to cover your shift for today,” Leann told her. “So you might as well enjoy this time, getting exactly what you wanted, young lady. I arranged it so you’ll have this place to yourself for the whole day. I’ll even come change you before you go home.”

Beatrix turned bright red, imagining Leann untaping her stinky diaper, wiping her off, sliding a fresh one under her… It had been bad enough, letting the other nurses do it, but her boss?! “S-Saige will change me before that, too, right?” she asked quietly, having a bad feeling she knew the answer as she wiggled her backside, the contents of her diaper shifting beneath her. “I-I don’t have to spend all day in this, do I?”

“I want to make sure you know what it’s like to be stuck in this ‘not dirty’ diaper,” Leann smirked.

“I-It wasn’t dirty when I said that!” Bea fumed. “That’s not fair! This isn’t training, it’s just mean!”

“You’re right,” Lean nodded, to Beatrix’s surprise. “This isn’t training. I’m going to put this in as a sick day for you… You can think of it as a mini-vacation, getting to fully appreciate this, since you worked so hard to get it. Your training starts tomorrow.”

“Wh-What’s it going to be?” Bea sniffed, afraid to know, but more afraid not to, to have it hanging over her head through what was bound to be a very long day.

“You wanted your diapers so badly,” Leann said, “I’m going to let you have them… And I’m going to make sure you use them. They are now an official part of your uniform for the next month, young lady… You are to report to me at the start of each shift, so I can keep you…. hydrated… just like today. And, of course, bathrooms will be off-limits.”

“A month?!” Beatrix gasped. Was Leann really going to have her pooping her Pampers for a full month?!

“Keep it up, and I’ll make it two,” Leann arched an eyebrow, shutting the girl up instantly. “You can come to me to be changed, though if I’m busy, or think you haven’t earned it… It’ll be up to my discretion.”

“B-But what if people notice?!” Bea blushed, thinking about trying to hide the bulky padding beneath her scrubs for that long, especially after she’d used it, after she’d made it as lumpy and bulging as it was now… Someone was bound to know, even if they somehow didn’t smell her, especially her fellow nurses who were used to dealing with this…

“You can tell them the truth,” Leann shrugged, “or you can tell them you have a condition, or whatever you like. It doesn’t matter to me. You should know, also, the drug that’s going to keep you filling your diapers like the little baby you want so much to be does have some lingering effects… If I were you, I’d stay diapered for a day or two after taking it…”

“B-But… Y-You said you were going to give it to me every day I’m here…”

“Very good,” Leann patted her on the head. “You have been paying attention.”

“I-I have to wear diapers for the whole month?!” Bea pouted.

“You don’t have to,” Leann replied. “If you want to poop your pants at home, that’s up to you… I can only force you to properly protect yourself here. Don’t worry, though… You won’t have to try to steal them this time… I’ll make sure you get a prescription for as many as you could possibly need…”

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“So, umm… That’s why you’re getting your present a little early,” Beatrix explained, blushing as she stood in front of Chester, a package of medical diapers on the coffee table between them, open, one of them bulging beneath her jeans. Perhaps it was only because she’d spent the day cooped up in the crib, squirming helplessly in one that was far more comfortable, but if she was being honest, this one didn’t feel quite so bad, at least in comparison. She wasn’t so sure she’d feel the same at the end of the month, though… “I’m sorry we’ll have to share them…”

Chester chuckled, Bea fidgeting in indignation at his response to her story, to everything she’d been through to get him some genuine medical diapers for his birthday.

“It’s true!” she whined, stomping her foot, feeling ready to melt down into a tantrum at the thought of someone else not believing her.

“I know,” Chester said, pulling her into a hug. “I’ve heard you try to lie… It’s just funny that you think, after all this, that these diapers are my real present.”

“Th-They’re not?” Beatrix frowned.

“It’ll be fun to try them, sure,” Chester nodded, “but it’ll be even better to have a playmate for the whole month… You’ll have plenty of time to really give it a fair shot and see if you could be into it, too… And I’ll take such good care of you, little girl, and make it as fun for you as I can…”

“But I’m not a little girl!” Bea pouted, squealing as his hand slid down over her diaper, finding just the right spot before starting to press and rub, taking her by surprise at what he was able to make the padding feel like against her. “H-Hey!” she moaned, blushing in disappointment – and the fact that she was disappointed – when he stopped short.

“Oh, sorry,” he teased. “I just realized that was something only little girls get to do… And you told me you weren’t a little girl, so I thought I’d better quit.”

Beatrix nibbled her bottom lip, staring up into his eyes, knowing she couldn’t hide her curiosity, her hunger for relief after the day she’d had… She didn’t know what, exactly, was going to happen, but between work, and what Chester could show her at home, she had a feeling that things were going to be very different for her after this month was up…

“M-Maybe I’m kind of a little girl,” she admitted, her hips shifting greedily, searching for his magic touch to return, even if it meant giving in, letting herself call him, “Daddy,” a part of her hating herself for it, while another couldn’t deny how natural it felt. Maybe it was just because she’d spent the day in a messy diaper… Or maybe, deep down, whether she’d recognized it or not, this had been what she’d wanted all along…

The End.

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The Gift – Chapter 6

Beatrix whimpered as she stared over at the sippy cup, a part of her knowing what she felt like she had to do, but reluctant to do it. The nurses were so concerned with making sure she drank it, and the plastic wasn’t clear enough to convince her that there was nothing else inside besides water… But, as she wiggled her bottom, feeling her soggy diaper beneath her, she was reminded of how powerless she was here, how thoroughly she’d fallen into this role she had taken up to try to keep her mission a secret…

Trying to escape now felt too risky too her, too uncertain, and she didn’t want to incur the wrath of these nurses, so… Gulping, she picked up the sippy cup, raising it to her mouth, slipping the plastic straw between her lips, and took a sip.

There was absolutely something else in it; she was positive. She usually brought in her own water, but if she finished off whatever was in her bottle, or was in a rush and forgot it, she’d resorted to drinking water from the tap, and this was not what it tasted like. “Crap,” she whispered, stomach tying itself in knots as she wondered what it was, somehow scared, despite being alone, to say any curse words more harsh than that here, while she was dressed like this.

It probably wasn’t anything too strong… Right? If that was the case, they’d want to inject it into her, or put it into an IV, to be sure she got it… Although, they had been pushing the water pretty hard, too… Hard enough that she’d decided to do this, even as an adult, a nurse herself. How much more intimidating would an actual kid have found them?

She wished she knew what had brought Caitlin here, so she could have gotten an idea of what medications they might be giving her, but how could she find that out without seeming super suspicious? She was supposedly going to be discharged today, so surely she’d been given some idea of what was going on… And if she hadn’t been, it was probably for a good reason, and the nurses wouldn’t be the ones to break it to her.

Wrinkling her nose, she took another sip. The water didn’t taste bad… There was just an odd aftertaste to it. Maybe she would get lucky, and it was some sort of vitamin supplement or something… She didn’t know that it was a drug, after all.

This was so stupid… How could she have let this happen?! All she’d wanted to do was get Chester a nice birthday surprise… Why couldn’t she have found a way to do it that didn’t involve sneaking around, and trying to keep things secret?! She was awful at both of those things, and she knew it! Why couldn’t she have just taken a diaper or two, instead of trying to smuggle the entire package? She might have been able to get away with that! And why hadn’t she remembered her phone and her ID when she’d left the closet? Either one would have given her a far easier way out of this mess than what she was stuck with now.

She drank again, squirming in place, listening to her diaper’s crinkle, glancing down at her childish medical gown, the bracelet around her wrist… How could she ever hope to convince anyone here that she was anything but a patient after all this? Thanks to that drug she’d let herself be injected with, she couldn’t even walk straight! And now she was blindly sucking down the water, despite knowing there could be another drug in it, something else to disorient her further, make it harder and harder for her to escape…

But what else was she going to do? She’d already started now, and she didn’t want to get in trouble, so she had little choice other than to sit there, feeling her diaper grow increasingly cool and clammy, and wait for her nurses to return.

She looked up when she heard the door open, slurping down the final few drops of her drink as one of the nurses returned, walking over to her and taking the cup out of her hands, giving it a shake. “Good girl!” she praised, patting Bea on the head.

“Th-Thank you,” Beatrix blushed. Was that all she was now? A good, obedient, little girl, one who would do whatever she was told, who didn’t know any better? That was what it felt like, especially when she saw what was being brought in behind the first nurse. “Th-That’s a crib!” she squealed.

Indeed, it was, though, in a lot of ways, it looked more like a cage, shiny metal bars jutting up all around the bed. She could feel her diaper warm again slightly, a fresh rush of pee escaping from her as she stared at it. “I-I don’t need that,” she shook her head.

“Of course you do,” the nurse told her, scooping her up, having no trouble moving her from the bed to the chair sitting beside it, clearly not trusting her to be able to walk even the few steps over to it on her own after her last fall. “We don’t want you taking a tumble out of your bed when you take a nap.”

“I’m not taking a nap!” Bea whined. “I-I don’t need a nap! I’m gonna be discharged this morning!”

But, as she watched the bed being wheeled away, the crib being put into its place by the orderlies, she knew that wasn’t going to be the case after all… They wouldn’t be going to all of this trouble if it were. She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she’d taken her chances escaping earlier, her shaky legs combined with the tall, stainless steel bars surrounding her new bed making it feel like she’d missed her opportunity for that.

“I’m not so sure about that,” the nurse said. “This new reaction to your medicine is worrying… We may need to have the doctor give you another exam, just to be safe. We don’t want you having to turn around and come right back here as soon as you get out, do we?”

“Y-Yes,” Bea nodded, knowing that, if that did happen, she’d at least be in the part of the hospital where she’d be treated like an adult… Then again, if she was examined by a doctor, that could happen, too… Not only would it be mortifying to go through that when she knew there was nothing wrong with her, it would also blow her cover. She might be able to pass as a child outwardly, and during a quick diapering, but there was no way a doctor would be fooled… And what would they think to find an adult here, dressed up like this?! Especially if they discovered she was a nurse in disguise?!

The nurse chuckled. “Well, I’m sure your parents will feel differently. We’ll explain it all to them when they show up. Until then… Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

During just that brief interaction, the crib’s installation had finished, her old bed wheeled out, as if it had never been there. The bars on the side closest to the chair were down, making it simple for the nurse to pick her up again, set her down on the waiting bed inside, a protective pad already laid out and waiting for her, since, of course, the woman had known she was going to have to give her a fresh diaper.

Beatrix wanted to protest, to tell her that she didn’t need it after all, but the squishiness of it, the way it had swollen to absorb her accident, growing bulkier between her thighs, made that a tough sell, even in her head, and once the nurse had whisked aside the gown to reveal the diaper in all its glory, Bea found herself too mortified to form any words at all. She’d peed her pants, like a baby, and now she was getting changed like one, the nurse treating this like it was absolutely normal, like there was no reason someone like her wouldn’t be in a wet diaper, and would require some help getting into a new one.

It was about then that she noticed the rumbling in her tummy. She didn’t think too much of it, at first, used to the way things usually were, where she’d still have plenty of time to deal with it. The nurse had clearly done this hundreds of times, was quick and efficient about it, yet, even by the time she’d sealed the last tape, Bea was already starting to worry how rapidly the feeling had built.

Was it her imagination? Was her situation making her over-react? Or could there be more to it? “Umm, nurse…”

“Saige,” the woman smiled down at her, smoothing Beatrix’s gown over her legs, giving it a pat, her new diaper crackling at the contact. “Nurse Saige.”

“R-Right,” Bea blushed. That wasn’t what she’d been trying to say at all, though the woman seemed to think it was, that she’d only wanted to know her name, freeing her up to go about her work, whisking away the pad she’d changed Beatrix on, sliding the covers beneath her so she could tuck her in. “N-Nurse Saige, actually, I…” she stammered, feeling so slow and clumsy compared to the speed at which the nurse was working. She knew why, of course… Saige had plenty of other patients to care for, couldn’t spend all day here with her, especially if she couldn’t work up the courage to spit out what she needed to say.

“What’s that?” Saige asked, raising the rails, the bars sliding along them quickly, ending with an ominous sounding click.

Beatrix squirmed under her covers, looking at the woman through the bars now, feeling, more than ever, like she was in a cage. “I-I don’t need the side up!” she exclaimed, that taking precedence, for a moment, in her mind. Lying on her back, staring up at them, they felt far harder to escape from than they had looking at them from the outside, and she hadn’t been confident about her chances then.

“Don’t be silly,” Saige told her. “These only do any good if you have them up all around… You never know which way a squirmy goose like you will roll.”

And, with that, before Bea could get out more than another squeal of defiance, the woman was gone, door closing behind her, leaving Bea all alone, trapped in her crib, in her diaper, in this lie she’d woven around herself. She felt so weak, it was a struggle just to wriggle free of the covers, making the bars seem that much more insurmountable.

If only she hadn’t let herself get that shot… And she had a bad feeling the building pressure in her stomach was thanks to her water. There was a bathroom in the room, not that far away… But, with the bars between her and it, it might as well have been a million miles off. She put her hand to her tummy, whimpering, wondering how much longer it would be, how much time she had before she did something even more humiliating, more childish, than anything else that had happened to her so far…

She knew there had to be a way to lower the bars of the crib, to get out… Without having worked on this ward before, however, she didn’t know what it was. Surely, it was designed so that it couldn’t be opened accidentally from the inside, for safety reasons, though that didn’t stop her from trying, from desperately fumbling around, pushing and pulling on everything she could get her hands on, her movements growing sloppier and slipperier as hands grew wet with sweat, from anxiety, and the strain of holding it in, of defying the cramps that were quickly growing worse and worse…

She’d been getting ready to give up already when it happened, when her control slipped for a split second, and she felt something start to push out, to smear against the seat of her diaper, leaving behind a mushy, sticky spot. “No!” she wailed, wrapping her arms around her belly, closing her eyes, using every ounce of her concentration to stop it in its tracks, not certain if even that would be enough.

Somehow, it was… But she knew that wouldn’t last long, that she was moments away from the point of no return. She wrinkled her nose, feeling the evidence in her pants, unable to imagine how much worse it would be if she had a full-on accident, if she thoroughly filled her diaper… She opened her eyes, her determination to escape renewed, despite the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her that there was no way she could do it, reaching through the bars, to the outside of the crib, praying she’d get lucky and hit the right thing.

“Well, well, well,” she heard a voice, freezing her in place. “What do we have here?”

She’d been so preoccupied, she hadn’t heard them come in, had no idea how long they’d been there, how much they’d seen… How much they were about to see, if they weren’t someone she could immediately convince to help her.

But who was there, watching her?

Tahlia, her friend and fellow nurse?

Sondra, the nurse who had diapered her initially and brought her to the children’s ward?

Saige, her nurse on the children’s ward?

The doctor Saige had fetched to give her an exam?

Leann, the head nurse, who she had asked some awkward questions about diapers a few days before?

Or her boyfriend, Chester?

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The Gift – Chapter 5

Beatrix swallowed, staring up at the two taller women standing over her, watching helplessly as one of them began to prepare a syringe, her stomach clenching as she watched that familiar display. Without knowing why Caitlin was here, what she was being treated for, there was no telling what it might be… On the other hand, if she was that close to being discharged, surely it wouldn’t be anything that bad, right? If it was anything too serious, she’d be staying in the hospital…

“Shh,” the other nurse cooed, stroking her hair. “It’s all right, Caitlin… You know you don’t have to be scared…”

“I-I’m not,” Bea claimed, her inability to lie convincingly coming back to bite her on the bottom once more, making her sound all the more like a little girl, terrified of a needle. As someone who had supposedly been getting this shot for however long they’d been in the hospital, she was sure that made her seem even sillier.

“Of course you aren’t,” the nurse replied, condescendingly patting her on the arm. “Why don’t you look over here, sweetie?”

Beatrix knew what was happening, was familiar with the technique; even if she hadn’t been, she could see the first nurse finishing up with the syringe, approaching her. Her heart beat a little faster, the fear of what was about to be injected into her rising up, making her squirm, her diaper crinkling around her, echoing through the smaller room as the second nurse took ahold of her wrists, keeping her from being able to run away.

“Just look at me,” she urged. “It’ll be over in no time…”

Bea nibbled her bottom lip, a part of her wanting to keep an eye on what was happening to her, though she knew it wouldn’t matter. Now that the drug was in the needle, she wouldn’t be able to tell what it was anyway. She reluctantly looked away, glancing up at the other nurse, getting taken by surprise when, before she was even fully turned, she felt the syringe sliding into her arm.

“Ow!” she yelped, which was going to do nothing to prove she wasn’t as big a chicken as she’d appeared to be so far.

“It’s all right,” the nurse holding her in place soothed. “Look at that! You’re all done!”

That was a relief, in a way; in another, she knew it was just beginning. Now she had to wait and see what effects it was going to have on her, if any, while she tried to find a way to get out of here and back to the nurse’s lounge so she could change back into her real clothes without letting anyone see her, or the diaper peeking from the rear of her hospital gown.

Speaking of that, the nurse let go of her wrists, one of her hands trailing back, giving the seat of the diaper a pat. Bea’s cheeks warmed, ready to be praised for something that she’d taken for granted for decades now – the fact that she hadn’t peed her pants – but, to her surprise, that wasn’t the reaction she got. “Caitlin,” the woman glared down at her sternly, “have you been drinking your water, young lady? You know you need to stay hydrated… You don’t want to go back on the IV, do you?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Beatrix shook her head, not having to know anything about Caitlin’s condition to know she definitely didn’t want that. “I-I wasn’t thirsty, so…”

“You still need to drink your water,” the other nurse told her. “That’s very important. Where is your water?” Bea looked around the room with the woman, not having any more of an answer than she did. “Caitlin, what did you do with your cup?”

“I-I don’t know!” Bea shrank back, truly unaware of what the answer was. If Caitlin really had left already, she might have taken it with her without thinking… Or perhaps it had been cleared away with her last meal, and the real Caitlin had been too intimidated by the orderlies to stop them. She certainly didn’t see a cup anywhere here now.

“All right,” the nurse sighed. “Wait here and I’ll bring you another one.”

Beatrix nodded, watching as the nurses filed out, leaving her alone yet again. Nervously, she glanced down at her arm to examine the injection site, but she could barely tell where it had been. That was a good sign that she wasn’t allergic to it, anyway, but it did nothing to tell her what it was, what she should expect…

She groaned, tugging at her ridiculous, childish hospital gown, glad that, at the very least, it hid her diaper… From the front. It still made her look so young, so much like she belonged in this place… She really wished she’d worn one of her padded bras, or some makeup, or something… With nothing to help her along, and her ID, purse, and phone all locked up in the back of the supply closet, it was going to be very difficult for her to convince anyone of her true identity, or age.

“Chester had better really appreciate this,” she grumbled to herself. She knew he’d love this story, if she told it to him, maybe even more than the diapers themselves… He was the baby, though! She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know how easily she’d been sucked into that role. She wiggled her backside, hearing the diapers crinkle, feeling the bulk of them between her legs, the heat still building up inside the plastic and padding… She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so powerless, knowing she was stuck in these things until she could find her way out of this mess.

She shook her head, reminding herself that she needed to do that, and quickly if she wanted to be ready for her shift in time to try to forget about all this and go back to being a professional young woman, rather than a diapered little girl. Her head was feeling a little fuzzy as she crept over to the door, and the door itself seemed heavier than she remembered when she pushed it open to peek outside.

She nibbled her lip, seeing other nurses and orderlies popping in and out of the other rooms. They must be making their rounds, she thought… Of course they were. That meant this would be the worst possible time for her to make an escape attempt. She’d never know when one of them would step out of a room, see her there, so clearly a patient, and ask what she was doing wandering the halls… She groaned, face darkening at the idea of yet another stranger giving her diaper a pat, checking her as if she really were a child, like she really needed these things…

She leaned against the doorframe, feeling sorry for herself, staring blankly out at the dance of bodies entering and exiting the hallway, the motion of it slightly hypnotizing to her. She tried to tell herself she was looking for a pattern, working on a way out, but in reality, she knew how chaotic this could be, that her best bet would be to wait until it was over, like it or not… And that she was only gawking at it all because she couldn’t help herself.

Not until she saw one of the nurses who had visited her appear. With a squeak, she pulled back, letting the door shut, stumbling away, the room spinning around her, making it difficult to make her way the few steps back towards her bed before she heard the door open again. “Here you are,” the nurse announced, holding up what looked an awful lot like a sippy cup, though with a straw rather than a spout, the plastic clouded just enough to make it impossible for her to see exactly what was inside. “You don’t look so good, Caitlin… Why don’t you sit on your bed?”

“Y-Yeah,” Beatrix nodded dizzily. “Th-That sounds…”

She thought she was doing exactly that, but as she lowered her bottom, there was nothing beneath it, and, by then, she’d lost her balance, sending her falling down hard onto the tile floor beneath her with a squawk and a crinkle… And something else. She frowned, confused, her bottom shifting inside her padding, unable to process what she was feeling there at first, why it was even warmer than it had been before, why there was a squishiness she hadn’t noticed earlier… And why it was spreading.

“Oh, Caitlin,” the nurse shook her head, setting the cup down on the bedside table. “I thought you were getting used to your medication. Maybe you need to stay here a little longer after all.”

“N-No, I’m fine, I-I’m just…” Bea insisted as she took the nurse’s offered hand, letting herself be hauled to her feet, her stance unsteady, knees wobbling as she felt the warmth expanding even further around her, and noticed a familiar sensation at last. “I-I’m peeing!” she couldn’t stop herself from announcing, although she immediately regretted it, staring, big-eyed, up at the nurse.

“Oh, that’s good,” the nurse smiled. “You still need to drink your water.”

“B-But…” Beatrix whimpered, wanting to point out that this wasn’t normal, that she didn’t do this, didn’t have accidents… But she wasn’t supposed to be Beatrix right now, was she? The nurse lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the bed as she fought, in vain, to stop the flow from her bladder.

“That was the same dosage you always get,” the nurse observed, looking through the chart. “I don’t know why you’re reacting like this now… We probably ought to have something a little more secure than this bed…”

Beatrix wasn’t sure what that meant, but she knew she didn’t like the sound of it. “N-No, I’m being discharged,” she reminded the woman. “I-I’m leaving…”

The look on the nurse’s face disagreed. “You stay here and finish up,” she said, patting the front of the diaper through Bea’s gown, reminding her of what she was doing, and the fact that it was no secret to either of them, “and drink your water. I’ll be back to give you a change and take care of this bed in a bit, okay?”

Bea shook her head, but the nurse was already heading out, leaving her sitting there on the edge of her bed, legs swinging nervously, glancing over at the sippy cup on the table beside her. It might be only water… Or there could be something else in there, something to keep her extra hydrated, at the very least.

She picked it up, yet her hands were shaking too badly to let her open it up to look inside. After what the injection had done to her, she was scared to try anything else that was meant for Caitlin… But she was just as scared at the idea of the nurse coming back and finding she hadn’t followed instructions. She seemed so much bigger, so much more mature, than her… It was hard to remember that they were both nurses, especially after Bea had peed her pants in front of the woman…

And what could she be having brought into the room that was ‘more secure?’ She shuddered at the possibilities, knowing any one of them would mean she’d have an even harder time digging out of this hole she’d found herself in. Rounds were no doubt still going on, and she was still very shaky from the drug, which would make dodging everyone out there all the more difficult, but if she didn’t do it now, she might not get another chance… Or maybe she should try to explain things? Or, perhaps, if she was good, and did as she was told, the nurse would take it easy on her, and that might lead to another, better opportunity for escape later on… How much later, though? How long was she going to be stuck here, in the children’s ward, in diapers?!

What should she do?

Try to make a run for it?

Try to tell the nurse the full story?

Drink her water and wait obediently for a better chance to escape?

Or wait for a better chance to escape, but leave her water alone?

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The Gift – Chapter 4

“Y-Yeah, of course,” Beatrix lied. Why wouldn’t she? There was no way she was going to tell the other nurse that she wasn’t in diapers, since the patient she’d now been ‘diagnosed’ as seemingly needed them… She didn’t like to think about where things might go if she told the truth in this situation.

“Oh, Caitlin,” Sondra sighed, shaking her head. “Let me tell you a little secret, dear… I’m a nurse, so I deal with this sort of thing all the time. I’ve grown quite accustomed to being able to recognize from a distance whether a patient is wearing a diaper or not… I was just trying to give you a chance to tell me, so it would feel more like you had some control… But I’m afraid I can’t let you go all the way back to the children’s ward without protection.”

The children’s ward?! Did Sondra really think she was a kid?! She opened her mouth to protest, falling silent before she could get so much as a sound out, reminding herself of her mission… And that she’d just established herself as a liar in the nurse’s eyes, so anything she said was likely to fall on deaf ears anyway. “I-I won’t have an accident,” she promised after a moment.

“I’m sure you’ll do your best,” Sondra smiled at her, “but that’s the thing about accidents, isn’t it? Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how hard you try, they happen anyway… And the janitors don’t need any more work to do.”

Bea’s cheeks blazed bright red. She knew she truly wouldn’t need the diapers; in her time working here, however, she’d seen the cleaning people dealing with several puddles… Never had she thought she would be the one leaving one, or that anyone else would assume she might.

“Can you help me out and get your pants off?” Sondra asked. “I think that would make it less awkward for all of us, don’t you?”

If she took her pants off, she’d be moments away from being put into a diaper… She tugged at the hem of her shirt anxiously. “I-I really don’t need them,” she insisted.

“No, you really do,” Sondra countered, stepping closer, easily pushing Beatrix’s hands aside. The smaller woman’s breath quickened as she felt someone else fumbling with the button on her jeans, towering over her, making her feel very much like the child the wristband she was wearing claimed she was. “That’s why you’re being sent home with a whole package of them… Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get this done, and get you back up to your room, and I’m sure you’ll be discharged in no time. Now, why don’t you get up here for me?”

Beatrix shook her head instinctively, feeling herself shiver slightly. If she got up on that table, a diaper was certain to follow. Sondra sighed, grabbed her, easily lifting her up, setting her down on the table, Bea gasping at the sound of crackling paper beneath her. “I thought we had an understanding, Caitlin,” Sondra said, pushing her back. “You seem very mature for your age, so I hoped you would make this easy for me.”

‘For her age’… What age was that, exactly? How young did Sondra – and the whole system, for that matter – think she was? Sondra pushed her shirt upwards, then, before Bea could stop her, yanked down her underwear, sliding it down her legs, catching up with her jeans, which had begun to sag now that they’d been unbuttoned, the whole thing ending up around her ankles.

“I’ll leave you with the full package,” Sondra told her, trying to be helpful… And she was, really, preventing any questions Chester might have about why it was open, why one was missing. Bea wasn’t sure yet how much of this she was going to tell her boyfriend when it was all over… It depended on what happened before she could find her way out of this mess. He would find it amusing, no doubt, but there was a chance it was going to be too embarrassing for her to want to re-live.

That little mercy didn’t spare her for long, however, Sondra having only to turn around to a cabinet behind her to reveal a small supply there, the plastic crinkling as she pulled one out, snapping it open. Beatrix’s stomach churned, recognizing every bit of this from being on the other side, from when she’d diapered her own patients…

“Up,” Sondra ordered, giving Bea’s leg a gentle tap. Beatrix whimpered, shook her head, and Sondra let out another sigh, grabbing the mass of cloth around Bea’s ankles, lifting her up with that. Beatrix squealed, feeling her backside lift off the table despite her resistance, filling her with the sensation of being a toddler, lying on a changing table, helpless to stop what was happening to her.

“Oh!” her eyes widened as she was lowered back down, feeling something extremely different from the paper cover on the exam table. The bulk of the diaper lifted her well off the table’s surface, the softness surprising, prompting her to wiggle her bottom, blushing at the resulting crackle of plastic. She was so engrossed in what she was experiencing, she didn’t notice Sondra had let her go, had stepped away for a moment, leaving a chance for her to run off… Not that she expected she would have gotten very far if she’d taken advantage of it anyway.

Sondra turned back around, hands gloved now, bottle of baby powder in hand. “No, I don’t need that!” Bea whined.

“You’re not getting any rashes on my watch!” Sondra said, twisting open the bottle, giving it a shake over Beatrix’s crotch. “Hopefully you haven’t had to deal with it yet… From what I understand, it’s quite uncomfortable!”

Would it be as uncomfortable as lying there on top of a diaper, having baby powder massaged into her skin? It would certainly be a different kind of discomfort… Beatrix cheeks burned bright red, the sweet, familiar scent of the powder wafting up to her nose, reminding her how strong it was in the powder they used here, how much the patients who had to use it smelled like it afterwards… And now, that was her! She could only hope she was able to find a way to get rid of it before her shift started… Assuming, of course, she could get out of her hospital room and back to the nurse’s lounge before then in the first place!

“It’s all right,” Sondra cooed. “We’re almost done.”

That didn’t stop the yelp when the diaper was pulled up between Bea’s legs, the thick padding pushing her thighs apart, refusing the compress as she squeezed her legs together. She’d seen patients do that – which made it all the more humiliating to feel herself do it automatically, without realizing it – and now she knew why… It was so wildly different from the feeling of her panties, so foreign to her… She wriggled, whimpering, as Sondra expertly tugged the sides up, nice and snug, and taped them into place, sealing Beatrix into her diaper.

Immediately, she could feel the sweat starting to form, the heat building up inside the bulky garment. She squirmed, hearing the crinkle, knowing that there was no way, between those things, she’d be able to forget what she was wearing, what had happened to her. She stared up at Sondra, wide-eyed, the sense that they were equals fading away, leaving Bea unable to look at Sondra as anything other than an adult… But, if she was no longer the woman’s equal, then what did that make Bea?!

“There we go!” Sondra slid off her gloves, throwing them away, giving the front of the diaper a friendly pat. “Isn’t that better?”

“No!” Bea pouted. It wasn’t better at all! She was in a diaper!

“Oh, sweetie,” Sondra helped her sit up, giving her a hug. “It’ll be all right… I won’t even make you put on a hospital gown for the trip back.”

Bea’s head swam, not having considered that… She wasn’t sure she could have ever shown her face at work again, if she’d been paraded through the building in one of those gowns, her diapered backside peeking out the split in the rear… She would have had to quit, terrified that someone she worked with might have caught a glimpse of her, might have recognized her, reduced to a patient… A patient in diapers…

The image was so horrifying, she didn’t notice Sondra pulling her pants and underwear back up, didn’t try to help, despite being so grateful it was happening. The jeans barely fit over the thick diaper, but, with some tugging, they went on, though they did squeeze the padding even more snugly against her crotch.

“Good girl,” Sondra told her when she was finished, rearranging Bea’s shirt for her. It did fairly well at hiding the bulge… Glancing down at herself, however, Beatrix was pretty sure anyone with experience around people who wore them would be aware of the diaper under her pants, even if it was nowhere near as bad as the gown would have been. “Let’s get you back where you belong.”

Bea stared at the door to the exam room, shrinking back against the table, shaking her head. Things were better than they could have been; that didn’t mean she wanted to parade through the hospital like this, though, or that she liked the implication that she belonged on the children’s ward.

“Yes, Caitlin,” Sondra took her by the hand. “You need to get back there before your guardian comes to pick you up.” Sondra’s hand felt so big, so strong, compared to Bea’s… There wasn’t much she could do as the larger woman dragged her across the room, and opened up the door. Beatrix shrank back, away from the hallway outside, from all the people bustling around, knowing any one of them might spot the unusual shape under her pants…

“Come on, Caitlin,” Sondra urged as Bea began to drag her feet even more, the other nurse’s pace barely affected by it. “I know hospital rooms can be scary, but you can find some nice cartoons or something to watch until it’s time for you to go home.”

Cartoons… Bea had to wonder yet again how young Sondra thought she was. She certainly felt pretty young, getting yanked along, her legs struggling to keep up thanks to the strange bulk between her legs, the awkward waddle it forced her to do. It was almost a relief when they stepped onto the elevator, giving her a break from that, until a pair of doctors stepped on with them. She huddled behind Sondra, head bowed, sure they had to notice the baby powder scent surrounding her, that they heard her crinkling with every tiny movement…

“This is our stop,” Sondra announced. “Excuse us.”

Beatrix nervously adjusted the back of her shirt with her free hand as best she could as she was forced to toddle past the doctors, head still staring at the floor, praying they wouldn’t look too close as she brushed past them.

Her hopes of escaping thanks to Sondra half-assing her return were dashed as the nurse took her right through the children’s ward herself, to a room, Caitlin’s name written on the board outside. Bea could see there was nobody else in the room, thankfully, though she had to hold her breath as Sondra opened the door, hoping the real Caitlin wasn’t inside, not knowing how she would have explained that.

Thankfully, she wasn’t; it didn’t feel like quite as much of a blessing when she was being taken inside, however, with no indication that this room belonged to anyone other than her, and Sondra grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted.

“Hey!” Bea protested.

“I told you, Caitlin,” Sondra reminded her, not pausing as she continued to undress the smaller woman. “I didn’t make you wear the gown to get here… But now that you’re in your room…”

“But I’m getting discharged soon!” Beatrix whined. “Can’t I just stay in this until then, and…?”

Sondra was clearly losing her patience with her, and waiting for her to cooperate. In no time, she had Bea’s shirt off, and had unbuttoned her jeans again, sliding them and the panties down over the diaper before lifting the girl up, sitting her down on the edge of the bed to pull the garments the rest of the way off, taking Bea’s shoes with them, leaving her, in a matter of moments, in nothing more than a diaper, wishing she’d at least thrown a bra on before she left, rather than planning on doing it when she got into her scrubs.

She blushed, covering her flat chest with her hands, her eyes drawn up to Sondra’s own chest, which was certainly anything but flat. She was grateful, at times, being able to go without a bra without it being too obvious… Now, however, it only made her feel that much smaller, more immature, almost to the point where it felt like she belonged in this diaper, in comparison to Sondra, anyway.

The hospital gown Sondra fetched for her didn’t help with that, either. It was pink, covered in a cheerful print of bright yellow rubber duckies. There would be no doubt, while she was in that, which ward she was supposed to be on… Even if her diaper didn’t peek out of the split back. She looked down at herself with a groan; there was no sign of the nurse she was there anymore.

“H-Hey, what are you doing?!” she squealed, glancing up, seeing Sondra carrying the clothes Bea had worn in towards the door.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you here,” Sondra told her. “I have my own work to do… Don’t worry, I know the nurses here will take good care of you.”

“B-But my clothes!” Bea toddled closer, reaching for them.

“I think it’ll be for the best if I take these to the nurses for now,” Sondra said. “You need to stay right here until it’s time for your discharge… And I think that outfit,” she nodded at what Bea was wearing, bringing a fresh blush to the smaller woman’s face, “will encourage that more than this,” she lifted the bundle of clothes in her arms up. “It was nice to meet you, Caitlin.”

“No!” Beatrix stomped her foot and howled, watching helplessly as she was ignored, Sondra slipping out of the room. “No, no, no,” Bea shook her head, her heart pounding. What was she going to do?! Sondra had left her purse with her, at least… But all that was in there, pretty much, was her keys and the diapers! There was no way she was going to make it all the way to the garage dressed like this without someone stopping her! She didn’t like her chances of making it back to the supply closet for her ID, either, or the nurse’s lounge to change into her scrubs… She doubted anyone on this floor would just let someone in this outfit slip by them unaccompanied without asking what she was doing…

She flinched at the sound of the door opening, seeing a pair of nurses stride in. “See?” one of them said. “Sondra was right.”

“Huh,” the other shrugged. “I could have sworn I saw her discharge paperwork go through.”

Bea opened her mouth, wanting to say that the second was right… But how was she going to explain what was going on, in a way that anyone would believe her? She hoped that maybe they’d have worked with Caitlin, that they knew it wasn’t her… From the way the first nurse glanced at the charts, however, before saying, “Well, Caitlin,” she had to assume that wasn’t the case. “Looks like it’s time for your shot, since you’re still here.” the nurse continued.

Beatrix’s eyes widened. What kind of shot could it be?! “Umm…” she gulped, squirming in place. She had no idea what Caitlin was even in the hospital for… If she was that close to being discharged, it probably wasn’t that serious, but did she really want to just take some random shot?! Then again… How was she going to get out of it?! She could try to resist, of course; both nurses were bigger than her, though, and they outnumbered her. How successful could she possibly be?

She could try to tell them what was really happening after all, and hope she could find a way to convince them. It would be a mortifying tale, one she knew she might not be able to live down if she had to show her face on this ward again… If they even bought it in the first place, and didn’t write it off as the overactive imagination of a little girl.

She looked between them, pulse racing faster and faster. She might have really messed up this time… How was she going to get out of this?!

Should she…

Try to insist she doesn’t need the shot?

Try to run out the door, past the nurses?

Try to explain that she’s a nurse, too?

Or let herself be given the shot, and hope for the best?

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The Gift – Chapter 3

Beatrix couldn’t leave her ID and phone behind; that was far too risky. She needed some way to prove who she was, or make a call, just in case things really went south… And they wouldn’t take up that much space. She could definitely fit those into her purse, alongside the diapers. If she hadn’t been so nervous, she would have done it to begin with.

Of course, there was no small amount of risk involved with waiting for the doctor to pass by, either. She fidgeted, hugging her purse to her, covering as much of it with her arms as she could, wincing as she heard a soft crinkling from it, even through her purse, and the packaging, one that she knew she’d heard before, and that the doctor probably had, too.

She was being silly, she told herself. She’d barely noticed it herself, and that easily could have been her imagination… There was no way the doctor, as he walked down the hall, glancing down at his clipboard, would have overheard, or given any thought to it…

He looked up, and right into her eyes. She gulped, counter-intuitively squeezing her purse tighter, squirming. He was so tall, so handsome, his blue eyes so piercing as he peered at her curiously. Just like with most of the nurses here now, outside of her usual shift, she didn’t know him… And she was positive that, if she’d seen him before, even in passing, she would recognize him.

“Hello,” he said after a long, awkward moment, at least on Bea’s part, giving her a nod. “Should you be… wandering around on your own?”

Beatrix’s heart sank a little, the doctor’s words making it very obvious how he saw her. Not only did he not think he was an adult, as he so clearly was, he didn’t think she was old enough to be unsupervised! “Yes!” she squealed, cheeks bright red. It was only kids under twelve that had to be with a grown-up at all times when they were visiting! She didn’t look THAT young, did she?!

Automatically, she reached for her ID to prove her adulthood, but, of course, the sole reason she was still standing here was so she could go get it… Her fingers brushed against the package of diapers peeking out from her purse, flinching as she did, watching helplessly as the motion drew the doctor’s eyes downward, to the last thing she wanted him to see…

“Eager to get going, I see?” he chuckled. “I’m afraid discharge isn’t ready for the day yet, so you might as well go back to your room for now.”

Bea opened her mouth, wanting to tell him she wasn’t a patient, before changing her mind. Perhaps that was for the best… She might be able to make up some convoluted story about picking them up for somebody else, but the longer she spoke, the more likely she was to stumble on her lie and make it obvious she was covering something up. It was better to just go with his assumptions, no matter how embarrassing it was, having him think she was some kid who needed diapers.

“Y-Yes, sir,” she agreed. This was fine, she thought; she could find an empty room to hide in, perhaps stash the diapers there, then come back to get the rest of her things from the storage closet, after the doctor was gone. It hadn’t been her original plan, but, given the circumstances as they were now, it was as close as she could get without turning and ducking into the closet now. That might be proof to the doctor that she wasn’t a patient, and, if she could get to her ID before he caught her, she could show she was an adult… Or he might assume she’d spied on a nurse to get the combination to the door, or pull her away before she could finish typing it in.

She turned away, heart pounding, trying to think if she’d spotted any empty rooms on her way here, or if she should keep going down the hall the other way until she stumbled across one there. She hadn’t even had time to make a choice when she heard the doctor’s voice again, felt his hand on her shoulder, holding her in place.

“Nurse Sondra!” he called, Bea’s eyes widening, recognizing the name. “Could you get this patient back to her room for me, please?”

“Of course!” Sondra chirped, strutting over, bending down and smiling at Bea. Beatrix squirmed, part of her hoping she’d correct the doctor’s false assumption… She hadn’t seemed to think Beatrix was that young! Except… The doctor wasn’t claiming she was a visitor now. “Hi, there,” Sondra said. “A patient, huh?”

Beatrix nibbled her bottom lip, glancing up at the doctor. “Y-Yeah,” she nodded after a moment, worried that Sondra was going to call her out, and that she and the doctor would deduce that something more was going on.

Sondra’s eyes, inevitably, fell to Bea’s purse, a look of recognition coming over her. “Oh, I see,” she winked at the smaller woman. “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you all sorted out.”

Bea blushed, wondering what, exactly the nurse thought she’d figured out, dutifully taking the woman’s hand and letting herself be led away from the doctor. Sondra was nice enough to wait until they were away from the doctor before asking, “Were you embarrassed that I’d know those were for you if you told me you were a patient here?”

“Umm… Y-Yeah,” Bea agreed. Better to go with that, and let Sondra think she’d just missed out on seeing the diapers in her purse the first time, than continue with the last lie she’d let Sondra believe. She’d have to get very lucky to find another patient who was currently in diapers, and who wouldn’t contradict her by saying they didn’t know her if she claimed to be there visiting them.

“There’s no need for that!” Sondra told her cheerfully. “These kinds of things are more common than you might think, even for people your age! Now, do you remember what your room number was?”

Bea froze. This was, she realized, the problem with what was happening now… She didn’t need anyone else to corroborate her story, but if she was being accompanied by someone else, she couldn’t just keep walking until she found a convenient, unoccupied room. Even if she did find one, Sondra would surely be tipped off by the fact that there was no name on the whiteboard outside the door…

“Hey, it’s all right!” Sondra rubbed her back. “I’m sure you’ve been through a lot, dear! It’s natural to forget some things! Let me just…” She pushed up the sleeve of Bea’s oversized shirt, frowned, then tried the other. “Did you take your wristband off already?”

Bea nodded. “S-Sorry… I-I thought I was about to leave, so…”

“It’s fine,” Sondra said. “We’ll stop by the nurse’s station and get you a new one! Just give me your name and I can look you up!” Bea didn’t have an answer for that, either, and the other nurse’s patient demeanor finally showed a crack, for a second or two, Bea seeing her jaw clench before she forced a smile. “Are you trying to make things difficult for me?” she asked, though her tone made it sound almost like a joke.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bea stared down at her feet.

“It’s okay,” Sondra sighed. “It can’t be that hard to track you down. Or you could, you know, just tell me your name.” Bea stayed silent as she was taken to the nearest nurse’s station, standing by awkwardly as Sondra whispered something to the nurse behind the desk, who immediately began clacking away at her keyboard. “Now, then,” Sondra turned her attention back to Beatrix. “Why don’t we go in here while she sorts that out?”

“G-Go in where?” Bea tilted her head, taken by surprise when Sondra started to move again, having assumed she’d be safe for a minute or so at least… Maybe longer, depending on whether the other nurse was able to find a match. She hadn’t been able to hear most of what Sondra had said, but she’d caught a bit about the discharge date, and needing diapers. Perhaps there would be someone who was meant to leave that morning and had been prescribed that extra protection… If she was really lucky, when they got to the room, the patient would be in the bathroom, or have gone for a walk around the ward, for just long enough to satisfy Sondra, and then Bea could sneak back to the storage closet.

First, though, she’d have to deal with whatever Sondra was up to now, as she led her into a nearby exam room. “Now, dear,” Sondra knelt down in front of her, Bea hating that the woman, not that much older than her, felt the need to do that to speak to her eye-to-eye, “I need to ask you a personal question, and I want you to be honest with me, okay?”

Beatrix swallowed, fidgeting in place. She’d done her very best to minimize the number of lies she’d told, but she’d gotten around that mostly by staying silent. There wasn’t much for Sondra to pick apart, and yet, Bea still couldn’t help fretting that she’d screwed up, somehow, contradicted herself, or done something that made it obvious that she wasn’t who she claimed to be, even if she hadn’t made any specific claims…

“I can see that you’re supposed to be wearing diapers,” Sondra stated, the words, even knowing they were untrue, making Bea blush, just as much – if not more – than if it was true. “But… Are you in one now?”

“Wh-What?” Bea tugged at her shirt. Was it big enough to hide the truth? Could Sondra really not tell, or was she trying to be polite, not make any assumptions. Bea didn’t want her to think that she was wearing one… But she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what would happen if she said she wasn’t, either. Then again, if she said that she did have one on, would Sondra want to check her, see if she needed a change? Was that why they were in this room?

“It’s a yes or no question,” Sondra reminded her. “Just tell me the truth, dear.”

Before Bea could decide what to say, the exam room door opened. She jumped, hands clenching her shirt, worried that whoever was on the other side had overheard the conversation. Instead, it was the nurse from the desk, who, of course, already knew about Bea supposedly needing diapers.

“That was quick!” Sondra beamed at her. “Thank you so much!” She took the wristband the other nurse had printed out, her eyebrows raising at what she found printed there. “Well, you’re a long way from home,” she commented, gently, but easily, pulling one of Bea’s hands away from her outfit, snapping the wristband onto her. That could be good, Bea thought, despite how ominous it felt, having that bracelet around her wrist, like she truly was a patient. If she was going to another ward, Sondra might not bother to take her all the way to her room… She could call a nurse from wherever she was ‘supposed’ to be to come fetch her, and go take care of her own patients, giving Beatrix time to slip away before the other nurse arrived. Or Sondra could take her to whichever other ward it was, then leave getting her to her room to someone who worked there. At the very least, Bea hoped that would be the end of their previous talk.

“That just means I need to know more, before I take you all the way back, Caitlin.” She wasn’t sure why, but just hearing that other name, knowing that must be the name of the patient that had matched her description, made Bea’s skin crawl a little. “Do you have your diaper on?”

What should Bea say? And where is she going to be taken?

Yes, and to the children’s ward.

Yes, and to the psych ward.

No, and to the children’s ward.

No, and to the psych ward.

Or give up, and admit that she’s a nurse.

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The Gift – Chapter 2

If she was going to do this, Bea thought, she really ought to go all out. What kind of a present was a single diaper? Or even two? If he wound up liking these diapers, he wouldn’t have the chance to wear them again unless she went through all this a second time, which, as nervous as she was doing it now, wasn’t likely. It would be more of a tease than anything.

A whole package… It made the most sense, however, it was also the most scary. She glanced at her scrubs, debating; if she was going to keep ahold of her purse – and she ought to, since there was no way she wouldn’t be noticed carrying around a whole package – she should stay in her street clothes, right? Unless she was on her way home, and didn’t feel like changing, she never had any reason to have her purse with her while she was in uniform, and she didn’t see many other nurses with them, either.

She picked the purse back up from the shelf, closed the locker, though she left it unlocked so she could quickly open it up and stuff her loot inside, rather than having to fumble with the lock and potentially have another nurse walk in on her while she was doing it. She didn’t keep anything too valuable in there when she wasn’t at work, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Okay,” she said to herself. “Let’s go do this thing.”

She slipped out of the lounge, clutching her purse to her as she shuffled down the hall, Tahlia’s mistake rumbling around in her head, making her notice anew how much shorter she was than most everyone else around her, how young she looked. Would that help her be overlooked, or would she be more suspicious running around like this, unsupervised?

She had to use the diapers rarely enough that she had never had to fetch them herself; the patients that needed them had already had some in their room, waiting for her. She had been pretty sure she knew which supply closet they were kept in, though she had asked the head nurse, Leann, a few days ago to confirm.

That had been embarrassing… She felt her cheeks warm, her pace quickening as if that would help her escape the memory of standing before the tall, stern woman, squirming, the glare she was being given making her wonder if Leann was seeing through her question and discerning her plan. “Do you have any patients that require them?” she’d asked after a long, awkward minute.

It would have been nice to be able to lie and claim she did, but Beatrix knew that was a stupid idea. If Leann didn’t know the truth now, she could go look it up, and if it didn’t match what Bea told her now, that would definitely make her suspicious. “N-No, ma’am,” she’d shaken her head. “I-I was just thinking that I wasn’t sure which supply closet they were kept in, so if I did need them, I-I wouldn’t know where to go.”

It was partially the truth, which was the best kind of lie for her; she still stumbled through it, but that kernel of truth was, she’d hoped, enough to keep it from being too obvious that she was hiding something. Leann stared her up and down, Bea fidgeting in her scrubs, hoping the woman wasn’t searching for any signs of extra bulk under her pants, that she didn’t suspect Bea wanted or needed the diapers for herself.

Finally, Leann spoke. “We keep most of them in supply closet 2B,” she’d said. “Sometimes we’ll keep a few packages in the other supply closets, if there are patients too far away from 2B that need them, but if you really need some, that’s where you should go.”

Beatrix had thanked her and scurried off, making sure to go in the exact opposite direction of that closet. Would the head nurse truly have thought she was dumb enough to go steal some right then if she hadn’t? Probably not, but Bea wasn’t going to risk it either way.

She’d gone past the closet a few times since, not daring to give it more than a passing glance, just wanting to confirm that she knew exactly where it was for when the time came. And now, the time was here, and she was able to make a bee-line from the nurse’s lounge to the supply closet. She wasn’t, however, able to go in straight away, as she saw another nurse heading down the hall in her direction.

Pretending the closet hadn’t been her destination, Bea kept walking until she’d reached the nearest empty bench, plopping herself down on it, digging into her purse for her phone, trying to make herself invisible.

“Is everything all right?” Bea winced as she heard the voice, knowing it was directed at her. She peeked up from her phone, an unfamiliar face smiling down at her gently. “Is somebody you know a patient here, dear?”

Bea almost wished she’d worn her scrubs, because she could have gone right to the closet and opened up the door without it looking suspicious… This woman was probably getting near the end of her shift, though, and feeling chatty, so she might very well have followed Bea in to see what she was up to, and that would have been even worse.

“Y-Yes,” Beatrix nodded, hating that she was trapped into having to lie. What other reason would there be for her to be at the hospital? She realized, too late, that she could have claimed – if she looked as young as Tahlia had thought – that she was the daughter of another nurse… That would have been even more dangerous, though, because the nurse would certainly have asked who, and known if Bea had made up a name. And if she didn’t make one up, there was a chance the nurse would have asked about her the next time she saw the owner of whatever name Bea used.

“I’m so sorry!” the woman pulled Bea into a hug, pressing the petite young woman into her ample cleavage. “I know that can be scary, but I promise, everyone is doing their best to make sure it’s going to be okay.”

“I-I know,” Beatrix told her, thinking about how funny it would be if the woman was aware of how well she knew that. “Th-Thanks… I-I just need some time to process it all…”

“Oh, of course!” the nurse smiled, stepping back. “Well, sweetie, my name is Sondra, so if you need anything, you can ask for me, and I’ll do what I can, okay?”

Bea blushed as the other woman pointed to the name tag on her chest, forcing Bea to see yet again how much more well-endowed she was than her. She really was very pretty, and seemingly very nice… Chester had never given her any indication that he was, or would, cheat on her, but she couldn’t help thinking, as she sat there in her oversized shirt, clearly looking like a kid, and staring up at Sondra, that he would probably prefer to have somebody like this to diaper him…

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Bea replied, glad to see her walk away, watching her until she turned the corner before hopping up off the bench and going to the supply closet door, punching in the combination on the number pad.

She held her breath as she turned the door handle, even though she knew that, with very few exceptions for those holding particularly valuable things that weren’t needed on a regular basis, all the supply closets had the same passcode. She couldn’t imagine the diapers were expensive enough that they were required to be in one of those closets – if they were, she probably should rethink this whole scheme – but it was hard to tell what else was in there with them.

Thankfully, the door opened, and she stepped inside, the light turning on automatically as she closed the door behind her. The closet was, perhaps, a bit bigger than what she was used to, stretching back a little further… Or maybe it was her imagination. She scanned the shelves as she walked further in, finding gauze, syringes, all of the same sorts of things she was accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t until she reached the back, of course, that she found them.

“Whoa,” she couldn’t help but gasp as she stared up at the pair of shelves, jammed full of pack after pack of diapers, enough to dwarf her boyfriend’s collection easily. She pulled her phone back out of her purse to snap a photo, knowing that Chester would love to see it – and how jealous he would be when he did – after they played their little game for his birthday.

She’d hoped that the packages would give her a brand name so that she could pass that along to Chester, too, so he could buy more himself if he did like these, but they were packed in plain, clear plastic, the pale green of the diapers themselves showing through quite plainly, the only marking that of the sizes.

She gulped as she looked from the packages to her purse, wondering if she’d underestimated how big they were. She was definitely glad she had something to carry it in, since they were way too big to go under her shirt without being very suspicious, but was the purse large enough? She realized now that she’d never seen a full pack before, that there had always been at least a few missing already when she’d gotten to her patients’ rooms…

She couldn’t back out now, though… She was so close, and she didn’t think she’d have another shot like this before Chester’s birthday. She grabbed one of the packages, opening up her purse. It was barely wide enough to accommodate the diapers, and her attempts to squeeze them down further were thwarted, the plastic around them already compressing them as far as they would go. After some maneuvering, however, she got it in… Mostly.

“Crap.” The diapers were, technically, inside her purse now, but they were sticking out quite a bit… Perhaps, if she held the purse at her side, covered it with her shirt as best she could…

She did have some extra stuff in her purse, too. Chester was always teasing her about how much junk she kept in there, and, while she had cleaned it out somewhat for this heist, she hadn’t emptied it out completely. She looked to the diaper shelf, emptying out the entire row where she’d taken her pack, stacking them up and giving her a space to put the contents of her purse, replacing all of the diapers in front of it, lining them up with the other, full, rows beside it.

The diapers fit a little better after that… They still stuck out, but not nearly as much, not enough where she was certain anyone who saw them would know what she was carrying around. If a doctor or nurse saw her with them, however, they might recognize that green plastic…

For now, it was the best she could do. She hadn’t decided what she was going to do now yet, but she was desperate to get out of the supply closet first, having spent too long in there already for someone in street clothes. Somebody could walk in on her at any moment, and that would definitely be hard to explain away, whether they spotted the diapers she was smuggling or not.

She opened up the door a crack, enough to see that there was nobody right outside, then crept out, a smile crossing her face. She was halfway there! All she had to do now was get the diapers to her car, and she was home free!

A moment of panic hit her, and she gave the outside pocket of her purse a pat as the supply closet door clicked shut, letting out a sigh of relief when she heard the jingle of her keys. She hadn’t taken those out after all! In her panic, she’d been afraid she’d done something stupid, but, thankfully, she was wrong…

About her keys, anyway. Only then did she think about her phone, which definitely had been in her purse before. Now, though… She patted it, stomach churning as she felt the shape of the diaper package, nothing more, no sign that she’d been smart enough to pick her phone out of the jumble of junk, or the wallet with her ID. She had no proof of who she was!

She turned back towards the supply closet door, reaching for the keypad… Stopping herself right on time, when she spotted a doctor walking down the hallway. She pulled her hand back, heart pounding.

What should she do?! She didn’t like the idea of leaving her stuff behind, but it was very unlikely anyone would find it there, even if she waited until she was on the clock and in her scrubs to go back to fetch it. Being without her ID, or any way to contact anybody… That seemed kind of scary to her, like anything could happen…

On the other hand, there was no way she was going to go back into the supply closet right away, with a doctor right there. She could wait for him to pass by, but what if he looked at her, saw the diapers in her purse? She turned bright red at the thought. She could leave for now, stow the diapers, then come back.

But where was she going to put the diapers, if that was what she did? She could take them back to her locker and stow them there. She’d left her locker unlocked for just this situation, but now that she knew her purse wasn’t big enough, it felt so much riskier… If another nurse was there, even if they didn’t mistake her for a kid who had wandered into the wrong room, they might see the diapers… She squirmed, imagining running into Sondra there, being caught by her with a purse full of diapers… And, whether that happened or not, she’d eventually have to get the diapers to her car. If they were in her locker, she’d have time to decide how to do that.

Or should she take them to her car right away? It would be a long walk, past, no doubt, plenty of other people who might see the diapers, although, if she kept moving, that might put her chance of them being spotted at a minimum, and if she was successful, then she was done, and she wouldn’t have to worry about them for the rest of the day.

She swallowed, eyeing the doctor slowly approaching her, knowing she’d have to make a choice right away, or she would run out of time. What was she going to do?!

Should she…

Stay put, hope the doctor doesn’t notice, and grab her things from the supply closet?

Take the diapers to her locker?

Or take the diapers out to her car?

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The Gift – Chapter 1

“Excuse me,” the nurse cleared her throat. “You’re not supposed to be in here, young… Oh, sorry!”

Beatrix blushed and turned, feeling sheepish as she stared up at her co-worker. Part of it had been the mistaken identity, of course – she was petite enough that it was far from the first time that had happened – but most of it was because of what she was planning to do today. “I-It’s fine,” she shook her head.

“It’s your haircut!” the other nurse, Bea stealing a glance at her nametag to remind herself that she’d been right, and this was Tahlia. “It looks great, I just didn’t recognize you with it!”

Bea couldn’t help smiling, running her hand through her hair. “You think so?” She hadn’t been convinced, after getting a look at herself in the mirror afterwards, though it had been growing on her, thanks to compliments like that. “A-Anyway, there’s really no need to apologize… We don’t even see each other that often, so I’m not offended.”

“That’s good,” Tahlia said. “Why are you here so early? It isn’t shift change time yet, is it?”

That was generally the only time they’d see one another, in passing as Bea arrived, and Tahlia was getting ready to leave. “No, not yet, sorry,” Beatrix shrugged. “I-I was having car troubles, so this is when my boyfriend could drop me off.”

Bea could have sworn she saw Tahlia’s eyes narrow slightly, and she started to squirm and sweat in response. She’d never been good at lying, and, while that one had been innocent enough, it was connected to something much bigger, and if Tahlia began to pick away at this deception, what if she uncovered everything else?!

“I’m sorry,” Tahlia told her after a moment. “That’s the worst… I hope it isn’t too expensive to get fixed.”

A relieved smile spread across Beatrix’s face. “I don’t think it will be!” she chirped. Fortunately, their limited interaction with one another meant that Tahlia, probably, had no clue what her car looked like, wouldn’t think anything of it if she happened to spot it in the parking lot when she left, after her shift really was over. “It’s not so bad… I have a book, and I figured I would hole up in here and read until it’s time to get my scrubs on and get to work.”

“Good plan,” Tahlia approved. “Well, have fun. I better get back to it.”

Bea waved, taking a few steps towards one of the big, comfy chairs in the nurse’s lounge, reaching into her purse. She had brought a book, just in case, although, by the time she had fished it out, Tahlia was gone.

She set the book back at the top of her purse, wondering why she hadn’t done that to begin with. If all went well, she might even have a chance to read it after all, to make her cover story less of a lie… But she had something she had to take care of first.

She couldn’t believe she was about to do this; she didn’t have to, of course, since she hadn’t started her plan yet, other than showing up early. She could plop down in the chair, take her book back out, and kill some time before her shift… But she knew this was what her boyfriend wanted for his birthday, and if she was going to get it for him, it had to be now. She was typically so busy while she was working that there wouldn’t be time to get it and bring it back to the lounge to hide it, and by the time her shift was over, there would be a lot more people milling around the hospital, making her task that much harder.

Chester hadn’t asked her to do it, not really… There had been some hints, however, some signs that, at the very least, he was curious about it. Bea had been apprehensive when he’d finally come clean to her and told her about his diaper fetish, but she was open-minded enough that she was willing to accept it. Some of the diapers in his collection were pretty cute, too, and she couldn’t deny that he was kind of adorable in them.

She was lucky not to have to change many diapers at work, though it did happen now and then… Often enough that it wasn’t something she wanted to do on a regular basis at home, too. Thankfully, Chester understood that, and didn’t pressure her into it, even if it was obvious he would like it.

So, for his birthday, that was what she was going to do. But, more than that, she was going to give him a whole experience. She’d get him into his cute, baby-print, diapers soon enough; to start, however, she wanted to do something else. He had asked her, a couple times, what kind of diapers they used at the hospital, and then, when she didn’t know the brand name, what they looked like, how thick they were…

Bea didn’t know enough about diapers to know if the medical diapers were any better or worse than the kind he bought, though she could see how they might interest him from, at the very least, a collector’s standpoint. And it could be a fun roleplay, getting to pretend he was her patient, putting him into one of the same diapers she used on her patients, before ‘discovering’ what a baby he was when he used them, and demoting him down to something more babyish.

She had no doubt he’d have a fun time, and she had a feeling she’d enjoy it, too. To do all that, however, she needed a diaper… Well, at least one. She hadn’t decided how many she wanted yet, for certain. She could do the roleplay with one, but then he wouldn’t have any for his collection, so maybe two? Or… If he liked them, wouldn’t it be nice for him to have a whole package?

That was getting ahead of herself, though. She could probably have found a way to talk to whoever ordered supplies for the hospital, seen if she could find a way to order the diapers on her own, but the thought of digging too deeply into the subject, making someone think that perhaps she was the one who was interested in diapers, had been too embarrassing. And she had definitely waited too long at this point to change her mind and give that a shot.

The only way she was going to be able to pull this off in time for Chester’s birthday was to steal them. Bea didn’t like the idea of stealing – she’d worked at a kids’ jewelry store in high school and almost took a pair of earrings for her little cousin’s birthday from a box of new arrivals, in the back room of the store where nobody would see, but had felt so guilty that she’d put them back before the end of her shift – yet this seemed innocent enough. Was the hospital really going to notice a couple missing diapers? Or even a full package vanishing? She’d seen the supply closet they were stored in, and there were so many of them… Plus, she was too big a chicken to talk to anyone else about it, or think about asking permission.

The sooner she got this done, the more pressure she’d have off of her, and the more she could relax, knowing everything was all set for her boyfriend’s birthday. If she waited, she’d just make herself more nervous, and make it harder on herself in the long run. She ought to go do the deed now, get it over with… It shouldn’t take long at all; if anything, she’d shown up too early. But that had been part of the plan, too, ensuring none of her regular co-workers would be there to potentially catch her.

She headed over to the doorway leading from the lounge to the locker room, opening hers up, setting her purse down on the shelf inside for a moment. It was time to make some choices, she thought silently. Probably, she should have done this already, so she would be better prepared, but, while she had wanted to do this for Chester, it hadn’t been until she’d found herself getting in her car so early that she’d realized, for sure, that she was committed to doing this.

What was she going to wear? She’d worn some old, ratty jeans and an oversized shirt that probably didn’t do much to make her look like the adult she was, possibly part of why Tahlia had made the mistake. She looked like a kid playing dress-up… She hoped it would make her look as if she was trying to be comfortable for her long wait in the break room, though, really, it was to make it easier to smuggle a diaper, or possibly two, back through the halls. If she wanted to take a whole package, on the other hand, she might need to bring her purse… If it would even be big enough. Or would it be too obvious that she had something suspicious inside?

Of course, she could always get into her scrubs now. She’d blend in better, and people likely wouldn’t think twice if they saw her carrying some diapers, assuming she was on her way to a patient’s room. Then again, she could be mistaken for being on duty, and if she couldn’t come up with a good excuse for why she was running around in uniform when she wasn’t meant to be there yet, she might get pulled in to help with something else, and lose her best opportunity to make this happen. Or, if one of her co-workers saw her taking the diapers into the lounge, they might have some questions for her that she wasn’t prepared to answer…

She nibbled her bottom lip, all her options swirling around her mind wildly. This was her moment of truth… What was she going to do?!

Should she…

Change into her scrubs and take one diaper?

Change into her scrubs and take two diapers?

Change into her scrubs and take a package of diapers?

Stay in her street clothes and take one diaper?

Stay in her street clothes and take two diapers?

Or stay in her street clothes and take a package of diapers?

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