Rainbow Diapers

When Lila woke up again, the morning sun was beaming through the small windows and the birds outside were singing their praise for the new day.  She never had the time to look at Alex's room in detail.  Some old stuffed animals were sitting next to the bed in a cupboard, while the walls had already lost most of their childish appearance. Posters of her favorite bands decorated the white surface, surrounded by photos of Alex with her friends. The desk that was right in front of a small window and held all her school books and her laptop, which were put there so exact and tidy that you could have assumed that it was just stacked and sorted before she went to bed.  Her friend's clothes, on the other hand, were not so tidy, and a sleeve was carelessly hanging out of one of the doors. The little girl heard the soft sound of someone playing coming from the dark hallway. Lukas must be already awake. She recognized the sounds of a busy tractor that was coming from his lips as he already started the pre breakfast work on the spacious fields that were located in the middle of the child's room. She slowly sat up and realized that she could not get up without waking her teenage friend. Maybe she could step over the sleeping teenager and just sneak away and join Lukas in his play.  She decided that now where the demons of the night were gone, she was strong enough to be on her own. And she was pretty sure she could act a little more independent and self-confident, maybe even a bit like the responsible teenager she actually should have been for years.  She looked down on Alex, who saved her last night. Maybe that was wrong? After all her experience on their vacation, she was not sure anymore. Being a little child felt so good. It relieved her of all the hard things that she should have been able to do, and it gave her security in the big world that was so frightening and strange. What if there was another way that she could go on her journey to adulthood? A way that allowed her to grow and become stronger, where she could meet her childish needs and ask for help when everything was overwhelming. Could she grow up this way?  Could she be a teeny, talk and trust her beaver Noah, need her diapers, and her little helpers when she was going for a swim? And yes, she wanted to rely on her friends and her parents to keep her safe.  She decided that she needed assistance. Maybe confessing that is also a form of showing that she was able to carry responsibility, that showed her friends and her parents that she was ready to decide on her own just to choose the way back under their love and protection.  She could just wake Alex and ask if she could go? Her arm softly touched the sleeping teen's shoulder.   “Good morning, Alex. I want to get up,” she asked softly... But I want to know you will be there watching me, that I know everything will be fine, she thought.   “Morning,” Alex whispered as she yawned, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Do you feel better now?” she asked her small friend, who was now sitting next to her and seemed eager to play and was quite impatiently waiting for her approval to get up. She nodded for a moment.  “Is it OK if I go and play with Lukas?” she mumbled, a bit unsure what to say.  Alex looked into her eyes and noticed the wish to decide on her own this morning. “Sure you can, and it would be great to know someone responsible is with him.” She smiled, helping her out of the bed.  “Do you need a fresh nappy first?” she added, as she noticed that Lila's pajamas were already sagging quite a bit.  “You think I need to?” the small girl returned the question while she was not wanting to delay her play with Lukas anymore.   Still in her babysitter's role, she touched her bum. It won't be too bad she decided, and Lila was off to play while Alex closed her eyes. “Brrrr ... Brrrr”, she heard the dark green tractor preparing the fields in the carpet for the seeds of imagination and joy. For a moment, the preschool boy stopped his work.  “Can I help you with the farm work?” Lila offered her support in plowing the field while she was coming down to the floor next to him. “Sure, we need to get the seeds into the ground before the spring is over. So you can make the seeding trailer ready.” He started to give his novice farmer detailed instructions on how to proceed, while Lila enjoyed that she finally was carefree again and ready to enter his world of miniature tractors and imaginary fields. ### “Tsch, Tsch, Tsch, Tsch,” both of them tried to imitate the sounds of the old tractor as Monica came up the stairs looking where the two little ones were hiding.  She had already prepared breakfast and had called them two times, but only Georg and Alex had come.  She had to smile as she saw them both lying on the floor with the green tractors in their hands, deeply engrossed in their play while harvesting the invisible corn. Her eyes could clearly see the smile on their faces, and her slight anger that she had felt when they were ignoring her was instantly gone.  “My sweethearts ... your breakfast is ready,” she lovingly repeated her demand for them to head downstairs.  “Oh, thank you, Mummy,” Lukas suddenly raised his head. Both of them were getting up in a second and slightly toddling over to the stairs with their now soggy nighttime diapers under the childlike pajamas.  “Wait, do you need a change?” she asked and stopped them, checking that they were not too wet and did not smell from a poopy accident.   “You are ok. At least no overnight poopies,” she concluded with another smile. And automatically took both of them by the hand as she was guiding them down to the breakfast table.   “Lila, do you want to sit next to me?” Alex offered as the little ones entered the living room area, and she opened her arms so that the little girl could not help but to slip on the place next to her big guardian.  It smelled delicious with Saturday's breakfast on the table. And the offered food made her even hungrier than before.  Fidgety, she looked at the yummy fresh-baked bread that seemed to be smiling at her.  But what should she choose?  The fruity jam sounded like a good option, but there were so many varieties. Or should she choose some ham and eggs? But could she choose both? She was just a guest at that table, after all. “What do you want to eat?” Alex asked in a soft tone as she noticed her friend was not eager to start. She took some bread in her hand and started preparing a yummy breakfast, while she was always offering Lila good options from which she could choose.  The little girl cuddled herself onto Alex's chest and enjoyed her embrace of her friend's arms. Somehow, this additional help was great and made it easy for her to relax and leave all her worries behind.  She closed her eyes for a moment while she took the first bite from the offered bread. There was not only the delicious food that made her comfortable. It was also that she started to feel safe and protected again. And all her past hardships could not reach her anymore.  “Alex, could you help Lila with her homework today?” She suddenly noticed Monica was speaking about her.  ‘Her homework!’ The alarm bells in her mind were ringing. It was math. The feeling of being mobbed and humiliated popped up in her. She needed all her concentration to keep the panic in her at bay.  “Don't worry, everything will be ok, we will be doing it together.” She felt her friend's arms comforting her, and her calming words seemed to pull off her past experience and let her slip into the present, where she was in a different school. Could her friend help her with the return to normality at school? Was it like at the breakfast table when the assistance of someone else, someone who she trusts, would turn a fearful situation into something that she could manage.  “I am sure you will be done with it in no time,” Georg tried to comfort her even further. “There will be no exams today, I promise,” her teenage babysitter told her. Lila slowly nodded, while she still wished school could wait for some more days and her homework could be postponed over the weekend. At least until she had played some more with her new friends and discovered the little village and its hidden treasures.  However, she did not find her way back into the relaxed, carefree state while she finished her breakfast. And her body could hardly sit still until everyone finished their meal. But how could she help it? All her anxiety and uncertainty forced her to move and at least do something, while all her good manners told her to sit there until everyone had finished and breakfast was over. When Monica started to put the plates in the dishwasher, and she was finally allowed to get up again, she felt Alex's big hand and noticed that she was taking her upstairs. Lila was getting nervous with every step she took.  She felt slightly dizzy from the stress, and she slightly hid herself behind Alex's legs as if her friend would hide her from the upcoming homework. When they passed her friend's room door, she even stopped for a second.  Alex looked at her, and for a moment she had hope that she could just skip the painful task, and they could start playing together.  “I promise you don't need to be afraid, I will guide you, and you can trust me.”, She promised again as she noticed the little girl's demons were creeping back on her.  “You can even sit on my lap, and we will do it together.”  Lila took another step into her room. She wanted to trust her, and she knew Alex just wanted her best and was there for her, like her mum and dad. But at the same time, she could not willingly go back to her duties at school with all the bad experiences she could not forget.  She slowly sat down on the floor next to the door. Desperate that she had no clue how she could escape and for a second it was tempting to just close her eyes. Just as the mighty knights in her playing worlds would just shut the castle's gate when an enemy emerged.  “I am sure this would help you to do your homework together with me”, she noticed Alex was sitting next to her with the colorful dummy in her hand.  With all her stress in the last days, she had almost forgotten about the tiny object that brought her so much comfort on their holidays. Her mind wished the calming feeling in her mouth would return. “You can have it when you sit with me,” she offered, and after a short nod of Lila’s head, she tucked her into her hips and let the paci slip into her hands. Within a second she was sucking on the babyish object, and the strange relaxing feeling again started to flood her emotions.  As she sat down on Alex's lap, her fear was not so powerful anymore. She saw the loving smile on her friend's face as she started her laptop and opened the school's webpage.  “Are you ready to start, or do you need a little longer?” Actually, she was as ready as she could be for math homework, and she had to confess that the dummy had actually helped to find the trust in Alex.  Maybe she had even become a little excited about what her teacher had planned for her. She just put her petite hands on the small free spot on her friend's laptops keyboard.  This is our homework portal where you can find your assignments. She explained after copying the credentials from one of her emails.  “Twwats mef.” Lila mumbled as she saw her name on the screen, surprised that she already had an account at school.  Sure you have one, and here you can see what is planned for your homework. She opened another tab and found a video about geometry.  “So it's just watching a video, you really don't need to worry. We could even watch it together in my bed.” Doing homework in bed was a completely new concept for Lila. Until now, she always had to work hard to complete her tasks, and without her dad’s help, she would not have been able to do it. She started to relax even more as her big guardian put her down on the soft mattress. The warm and quite squishy feeling under her bum told her she must have wet herself quite recently. But with all the worries in her mind, she just had not even noticed that she was ignoring the need to go. Alex took her own tablet and put her arm around her as Lila snuggled close to her, looking like a toddler. Wordlessly she started the video, and while the young student was watching, she comforted her by the rhythmic movement of her arms.  As the lesson in geometry came to an end, she noticed her friend's bulky bottom and the pending need for a change.  “Do you mind if I clean you up quickly while you finish the video?” she suggested, but immediately felt that Lila was still clamping on her hand.  “Please don't leave me,” she begged, as she was clearly not ready to be on her own.  Suddenly, she saw her little brother running by. “Wait, Lukas, can you help me?” She called for the boy's assistance, and for a moment he appeared in the doorway.  “Lila needs a fresh diaper. Can you bring me one from her bag?” “Menno,” the little child complained. “Oh, I just sent him to the bathroom. He urgently needs a shower and change as well,” her mom, Monica, interrupted them.  “I will care about Lila afterwards. Do you think her diaper will hold for another fifteen minutes?” Her teenage friend looked at her. The girl's night time diaper was not leaking after all. With a smile, she nodded at her mum.  Lila, on the other hand, suddenly felt the other need to go in her tummy. And with her high stress levels, she already was fighting a bit to not mess in her diapers immediately.  On the other hand, she did not know why she was holding back anyway. She surely did not want to go potty like a big kid, not even if her teenage friend would accompany her.  Fear crept up her spine. She would not let that happen ... she remembered how she pooped herself on the vacation, she was so carefree. It was just so easy, her problem would go away, and someone else would care about it.  Would it be ok for her to use the diapers just as she had on the trip. Alex and her siblings knew that she was not ‘potty-trained’. She relaxed a little and finally chose to let it go.  But she could not push as she had done so many times before. It would just be too obvious that it was not an accident and that she was just messing herself on purpose. And as she discreetly pushed a little, it was just pee that wet the front of her Pampers. Lila got slightly nervous as her uncomfortable feeling remained.  Just as she did on her vacation, she wiggled and pushed a little more, but nothing happened this time. Why didn't her pain go away, she asked herself?  Alex noticed that her little friend was uncomfortable, as she realized the light scent of poop as she had farted a little under the painful pressure. “Did you go potty?” she lovingly asked.  Lila abruptly shook her head, she did not want to go and at the same time tried to comfort her belly with her hand. Why could she not just have an accident like every three-year-old? "Even a blind man sees you have to go," Alex expanded to her, and after a second she added. "I understand sometimes it comes so fast that you do not have any chance to hold it, and then it is so hard and painful. And you are still so afraid of the potty." Lila nodded and cuddled at her side, maybe her friend would understand her dilemma.  She tried another time, pushing slightly, but the ache just intensified. “AUA”, she whined into her babysitter’s shirt. But Alex just kept smiling and slowly started to stroke her friend's belly. “Your tummy is hurting so bad, and you still feel very uncomfortable, don’t you”, she said as Lila’s face did not look as happy as when she had an accident on their vacation.  “My tummy still hurts, and it's so unfair,” she confessed, as she wished she would just be a toddler and be allowed to obviously push everything out. She would feel so much better. Tears were starting to run down her cheeks. “You want to try to go use the potty with me? We even have one of Lukas' training potties that may not be so cold and dangerous,” she offered. “NOOO!” She almost cried and squirmed in protest. Lila sternly shook her head, and a short stare into her babysitter's eyes explained that she was not willing to try it. “You are still afraid after your experience at school," she guessed. But Lila just nodded with her head. She could not lie to her best friend. “Yes, it's just ...” she tried to answer. “I just cannot,” she whispered, without going too much into the details about her growing incontinence. While at the same time, she expected that Alex would tell her to try it.  But her guardian did not do that, she just waited for a moment.  “It's ok if you don't feel ready to go to the potty.” Alex explained, sounding a little as if she was speaking to a little kid. “You know it's ok if you have an accident, even if you sometimes just don't want to go, because you don't feel safe. I don't mind if you still use your pampers for going pee-pee or poopy. But you should not try to hold in for so long, it would make you sick.”  Lila questiony looked up on her face. While her little soul wished the easy solutions from her vacation could come back the fear of her friends judging on her creeped back. Sure Mia and the siblings knew. But what about all the others, what about school. She doubted if she could be so carefree, doing something that always was shameful in her teeny past. Alex slowly padded her tummy. “I understand you can't just hop over to the loo, so it's ok that you need to go in your diaper. There is no need to be shy about that when you are with me. I think I can even learn to change you when you are messy, so that we don't have to run back when we play together.“ Was her teenage friend suggesting that she should just go all the time whenever she felt the need. While she could feel how embarrassing the idea was, it indeed would take the dilemma from her shoulder.  After another pause, she calmed her further and slowly began to caress the little girl's belly. “Don't be shy about it, you will feel so much better once you get it out, so can you close your eyes and just push. “It's really ok, you could even squirt down and hide a little if it helps you, Lila.”  I am not potty-trained, and she is ok with me pooping my pants, the relaxing thought sent a glimpse of relief in her mind. Alex allowed it and would not judge me, she realized as she really closed her eyes. And she was innocently hiding her face in her babysitters shoulder. For moment she lost all her doubts about what she was going to do.  with Alex soft hands on her belly, she started to push, she felt her mess spread at her bum.  She sighted, relieved that her pain was finally gone. Her belly felt much better now and as on her vacation the feeling of being loved and protected returned.    ================================= Wait, a Bonus Chapter is possible if you take your time to write a comment.  If at least 5 comments are posted this weekend, I have an extra part that I will post.  Otherwise, this chapter will come next Friday * Questions for comments  Lila is facing some of her fears about school, do you like that she showly comes back to learning and doing homework with the help of her friends.  And also she learns to trust her friends when she is not going potty like a big girl. This will be featured further in the next chapers but it starts with Lila talking to Alex 

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Chapter Three Taking off the frilly dress was a relief, though Sam was just as hesitant as before to step out of the bathroom once he was back in his regular clothes. As soon as he did, he was going to have to deal with more ‘Samantha’ references. Everything downstairs had spun out so quickly. Somehow, despite his gender, he was going to be the flower girl at Fiona’s wedding.  Also, a ‘girl’ in general. The make-over Sophie had given him was shockingly convincing. Sam had been the last to see it, and was absolutely stunned at the youthful, feminine version of himself in the mirror. Even after he was back in his plain shorts and t-shirt, the combination of make-up and bobby pins made him look rather girl-ish from the neck up. His bratty step-sister had insisted that he not touch his hair or face while changing and, while he wanted to rebel against her instructions, he knew the others would back her up. After stalling for another minute or two, he reluctantly returned to the living room. The moment Sophie saw him, she jumped at the chance to have some fun with the false gender they had decided on. “That’s what you’re wearing, Samantha? I can lend you one of my shirts if you want. It’ll be a little big on you, but that’s fine.” “No, thanks,” Sam muttered. If he was going to suffer through wearing girls’ clothes all weekend, he’d rather delay that for as long as possible. “Whatever,” Sophie rolled her eyes. She knew better than to push too hard for anything at this point. In Sam’s absence, their mother had lectured both sisters about how this was probably going to be a lot for ‘Samantha’ to handle, and that it would be best to downplay things whenever possible. “But fair warning–we’re going to be looking for brighter colors at the store. The tomboy look is cute, but it’s not as good of a disguise.” To Sophie, that lecture essentially meant ‘don’t get caught making fun of your brother.’ Which was how she already lived her life most of the time, save for when she was testing what she could get away with when it wasn’t just the two of them. The good news was, no amount of downplaying in the world would save little Sammie from being treated as if he was Mia’s age and gender. Not that anyone had told Sam that he was going to be presented as a twelve year old moving forward. While he was changing, however, that was something the three of them had discussed. Since Sam was their step-brother, the majority of the wedding guests didn’t know him and, more importantly, didn’t know the details of his extended family. If anyone asked, ‘Samantha’ was his little cousin. And he was going to have to act as such if he wanted the simple cover story to hold up. “Does it really matter?” Sam asked, “No one’s even going to see me until the wedding.” “Umm, the rehearsal dinner tonight?” Sophie said, “Oh. I guess we should find Samantha something nice to wear for that.” “You’ll also be joining the bridesmaids for hair and make-up tomorrow,” Michelle added, “And people are going to be coming to and from the house between things. As soon as you’re done shopping with Sophie, it will be best if you stay in girl mode until after the wedding.” Sam had already begrudgingly accepted that much. As much as he hated the idea of pretending to be a girl, especially when he knew Sophie would never let him live it down, the alternative was letting all the bridesmaids and countless relatives know that Fiona’s brother would be stepping in to solve the flower girl problem. Except he had no idea what ‘girl mode’ was supposed to entail. Apparently he could pass as a girl with the proper make-up and clothes, but he certainly didn’t sound like the opposite gender. And pretending to be some shy, soft-spoken tween would only get him so far when someone outside his immediate family was bound to talk to him at some point. “Let’s go, Samantha,” Sophie smiled, “I’m driving, right? You’re too young for a learner’s permit!” Her mother didn’t catch the subtle teasing about both the false age and false gender, or at least didn’t comment on it as she was asked about the logistics. They only had the one car for the weekend, which really wasn’t a problem when they’d be carpooling for just about every outing. “Right,” she said, “From now on, Samantha is your niece.” Still smiling, Sophie nodded and said, “Got it. Should I just use my credit card, or . . . ” She spent another minute or two on details, playing the part of a sister who needed direction when she already had a good idea of what this shopping trip was going to look like. Her little trick worked, since Michelle eventually said to just use her best judgment. As long as Sam had a nice dress for the rehearsal dinner, the rest of it didn’t really matter beyond making him look like a believable girl. As they walked out to the car, Sophie teased that he should really sit in the back seat. They were out of state at the moment, and the laws might be different regarding how tall someone needed to be to sit up front. Sam ignored her and got in the passenger seat. The moment the doors were closed, he snapped, “This isn’t fucking funny.” “One, yes it is,” Sophie giggled. She put the key in the ignition of the minivan, taking a moment to find a good radio station before pulling away from the curb, “Two, watch your fucking language. I doubt Mia is allowed to curse. Three, you better be nice to me. You do realize nothing’s stopping me from taking pictures of you as ‘Samantha,’ right?” Teasing as it was, that was a valid threat. And also one that he was pretty sure Sophie would do no matter how well he played along with all of this. Then there was the wedding photographer, who would be snapping crisp photos of him walking down the aisle in the pink dress and tossing petals. Fuck. Was it too late to back out of this? Probably not, when he so desperately wanted that new car, and would just be guilt tripped by Fiona and Michelle if he tried to get out of the solution they had found for Mia’s unexpected absence. Sophie drove them to the nearest department store, where she hopped out of the car and cheerily said, “Let’s go, Samantha! Aren’t you so excited to go shopping with your older cousin? We’re going to find you so many cute clothes!” His attitude was the complete opposite of hers. Scowling, dragging his feet, and still wondering if it was possible to get out of this when he knew full well the train had already left the station. As they approached the main doors, Sam’s annoyance shifted to nervousness when he saw a small group of girls about his age heading towards the entrance from the other side of the parking lot. It didn’t matter that they were in a different city and he had no connection to them; he still didn’t want to be seen wearing make-up and with a bunch of bobby pins in his hair. Apparently the look on his face and/or his body language were obvious, as Sophie scoffed and said, “You do realize we’re here to get you girls’ clothes, right? Better get used to girls being around.” Sam hadn’t even thought about that. It was rather obvious, now that Sophie had said it out loud. He had only ever shopped in the boys/men sections; sometimes, he needed to sneak into the former when a mens’ small was a little too big for him. However, the embarrassment of occasionally buying clothes designed for younger guys paled in comparison to following Sophie through the section she’d insist he follow her into. The whole point of going with her was so they could shop together. He reluctantly followed her to that part of the store, knowing it was way too late to backpedal on all this. Fiona and Michelle were expecting him to take Mia’s role, Sam was going to get a nice car for his trouble, and he was going to have to deal with Sophie being a brat no matter what; at least this way, he’d avoid the embarrassment of anyone else knowing who was really wearing the flower girl dress. “Okay!” Sophie chirped, after briefly scanning the area. She had taken them to the girls’ section, since that’s where their little cousin would be shopping for clothes. Not caring who might be within earshot, she said, “Panties first. Why don’t you look around and see if there’s anything you like?” “What? I don’t need-” Sam hesitated. Despite being eighteen, he still had some maturing to do. Like how the word ‘panties’ felt weird to say out loud. “I already have underwear.” He had worn boxers underneath the dress earlier, and was assuming he could do the same with whatever they found here. Not lowering her voice in the slightest to match how Sam was speaking more quietly, Sophie said, “You have boy underwear, Sammie. Girls wear girl underwear. You’re going to be a girl this weekend, aren’t you? That means panties.” Sam flushed slightly as he glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. “Okay, okay!” he hissed. Though it was just him and Sophie for the time being, there could easily be a girl or multiple girls one aisle over who were listening in on the interaction. If they weren’t in public, he would have kept arguing about how he could run over and grab a pack of briefs. He hadn’t worn those in years, but they’d obviously be preferable to panties. Grinning as soon as he caved, Sophie said, “Okay, then. So do you want to pick out your own panties? Or let your older sister find something appropriate for you?” Neither. But Sam knew he was going to have to choose his own. As much as he didn’t want to give Sophie the chance to tease him about how he was wearing feminine underwear that he picked out, the alternative was worse. Sophie would absolutely find the girliest shit possible if given the opportunity; meanwhile, Sam could aim for something plain and white that was as close to briefs as he could manage. Heading to the underwear section, praying that no one else would be shopping for that over the next couple minutes, it was surprisingly easy to find a pack of simple, white panties. The part that took longer was how he needed to look up male sizes vs. female sizes on his phone, since apparently buying underwear as a girl wasn’t as straightforward as small/medium/large. Why hadn’t Sophie grabbed a shopping cart for them? Without anywhere to put the panties, Sam had no choice but to carry them around as he looked for his step-sister. She had made herself busy looking for shirts, none of which were as neutral as the underwear he had picked out. “There you are!” she smiled, “Find some panties that you like?” More like some panties that were as painless as he could manage. “I can find my own clothes, too,” he said. Anything would be better than the small collection of bright pink tops that were draped over Sophie’s arm. She just rolled her eyes. “Uh huh. Let me guess. A bunch of boring blacks and grays? You do realize the whole point of this is to fool everyone, right? So you need to dress like Samantha. My twelve year old ‘cousin.’ Yes?” . . . Yes. No matter how many times Sam had been reminded of the plan, he still hadn’t fully embraced the reality of it.  When Sam failed to come up with any kind of retort, Sophie moved on, “Now we just need to find you some skirts. I bet Mia is wearing training bras by now, too. And those shoes are way too boy-ish.” She gestured to his dark sneakers, then thought for a moment. “How about you go find some shoes for yourself? Something pink. I can figure out the rest.”  He didn’t love the idea of giving Sophie free reign to choose everything else, not that it would matter if he tagged along while she browsed. Every time he had said something so far, she had easily dismissed his complaints. It wasn’t difficult to imagine how she might respond if he argued about how he didn’t want to wear a skirt, when she’d just use the same logic about how that would make him seem more like a girl than shorts. Deciding not to fight it, when splitting up would be the quickest way they’d be done with the shopping trip, Sam went to find a pair of shoes that were more girly than what he was currently wearing. It made sense that Sophie put him in charge of this, as she wouldn’t be able to guess his foot size as easily as she was doing for everything else. As for ‘something pink,’ he had plenty of options. The department store very much leaned into the stereotypical pink/purple colors for girls, and it didn’t take long before Sam found something acceptable.  Avoiding the dark pinks and anything else that would draw more attention than necessary, Sam found a pair that was a combination of a few lighter shades of pink. Good enough. Similar to his experience shopping for panties, it took a quick search and trying on a couple sizes before finding a pair that fit.  Just as he was putting the right ones back in the box, Sophie appeared with an armful of clothes. “All done, Samantha? I think I’ve got everything else. Shirts, skirts, training bras, and cute socks. You’re going to make such a pretty girl. Still have those panties you wanted to buy?” Whether the bratty teen did it on purpose or not, her cheerful summary coincided with two girls walking past them. They glanced over and saw what was clearly a boy in make-up and bobby pins, and giggled to themselves at the sight of all the bright clothes in Sophie’s arms. While they wouldn’t know the context, the teasing lilt in Sophie’s voice was rather telling. Sam blushed furiously while glaring at Sophie. Though the girls didn’t really break their stride, it was impossible to miss them whispering to each other and glancing back in amusement/curiosity until turning down the aisle they had been heading towards. “What the fuck, Sophie?” he snapped. Standing up from where he had just been trying on shoes, panties sitting on top of the small cardboard box, he utterly failed to look intimidating thanks to why they were shopping in the first place as well as the height advantage she had. “Language, Sammie!” Placing a hand on her hip, she explained, “You need to act your age this weekend. Remember, you’re twelve years old. So you aren’t allowed to swear. Also, you should start practicing your little girl voice. What are you going to do if someone besides us talks to you?” He had no idea. He really hadn’t thought that far ahead, when dealing with the present was already a lot. How was he going to talk to literally anyone besides his immediate family? As the ‘flower girl,’ it wasn’t as if he’d be invisible. Michelle would be too busy to run interference for him, and Sophie couldn’t be trusted to help out like that; if anything, Sam was assuming Sophie would find a way to draw unwanted attention to him. He’d have to either act like a little girl, or be caught as a guy fulfilling the role. Regardless, that would be a win for his step-sister. As for the swearing, that didn’t matter. Not right now, anyway. “I’ll fucking swear if I want to,” he rolled his eyes, “We don’t have to do this ‘younger cousin’ thing until later.” “Think of it like one of your silly video games,” Sophie said, mimicking his eye roll with one of her own, “Don’t you get better when you practice and build good habits and whatever?” Of course, the same could be said about pretty much every hobby. “The sooner you get into character, the less likely you are to slip up and let everyone know that we actually have a flower boy for Fiona’s wedding.” Sophie wasn’t wrong. That didn’t mean Sam was just going to roll over and start talking in a high pitched voice and keeping his vocabulary PG. He’d be better off waiting until they were back at the house, at which point he could insist that he would only do this for Fiona if there was a way to minimize the kinds of interactions Mia probably would have gone through. Not pressing the issue for the time being, when Sophie knew that Sam was in too deep to back out at this point, she simply led the way towards the front of the store. Buying him a bunch of girls’ clothes was enough of a victory, anyway.  Tempted as she was to insist that he should change in the bathroom after checking out, to see if his little disguise would fool anyone on the way back to the car, she doubted it would be easy to convince him. Better to wait until he was outnumbered again, especially since the women of the family had the same ‘it’s for Fiona’s big weekend’ card they could play again and again. Instead, she went a little more tame and made Sam carry all the bags. That’s what the boy is supposed to do, and he should ‘enjoy his gender while he still can.’ Because in less than an hour, Sam would be putting on panties and officially getting all dolled up as ‘Samantha’ for the weekend. ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Flower Boy" (10+ chapters) and other exclusive stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Chapter 12: The Uninvited Guest It was barely gone nine, but the day on the mountain sat in his body like a heavy, pleasant hum. After dinner—which Liam had miraculously got through without questions—they'd retreated upstairs. "The olds are watching the news," Sophie had said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, let's escape." Now they were on the loft. The small, triangular space under the eaves was bathed in darkness, lit only by the bluish glow of the snow outside and the light from Sophie's iPad, propped on the low table between them. They weren't lying down yet but were sitting on Sophie's mattress, leaning against the wall, shoulder to shoulder under a shared blanket. The atmosphere was... electric. "I just don't think I want to be stuck in an office," Sophie said quietly. She turned her head and looked at him. In the half-dark, her eyes looked large and deep. "I want to get out and feel the world. Like today. Just... freedom, you know?" Liam nodded. He shifted a millimetre closer under the blanket. He could feel the warmth of her thigh against his own. "I get it," he said. "You'd be good at it. You're... you're pretty fearless." Sophie smiled. She tilted her head slightly. "I am?" "Yeah. It's pretty cool." She moved. That microscopic movement that means everything. She leaned into him. Her hand slid across the mattress and found his. Her fingers interlaced with his. Liam's heart did a somersault. This was it. This was the moment. He was on top of the world. He was a young man being chosen by the girl he wanted. He forgot about black bags and dogs and mothers. He leaned towards her. He looked at her lips. Her face was so close he could feel the warmth of her breath. And then— "So where would you go first?" he heard himself say. His mouth was dry and his pulse was everywhere. He couldn’t gather the last ounce of courage. Sophie laughed softly. "New Zealand, probably. Or—" Thump, thump, thump. Heavy footsteps on the stairs shattered the moment like a hammer through glass.  Sophie pulled her hand away quickly. Liam shifted instinctively, as if they'd been caught doing something illegal. A head appeared above floor level. It was Grace. She smiled. It was that soft, "I-don't-want-to-intrude" smile that Liam knew concealed a will of iron. She stayed at the top of the stairs, discreet, without stepping fully into their intimate space. "Hello, you two," she said quietly. "Having a nice time?" "Yeah," Sophie said quickly, adjusting the blanket. "We're just chatting." "That sounds lovely." Grace nodded. Then she caught Liam's eye. Her gaze was warm but insistent. "Liam, darling," she said. "Could you pop down for a moment? I need a hand carrying that heavy box of food supplies in from the utility room. Dad's back is playing up after the skiing." It was a lie. A transparent, practical lie. Dad's back had never played up in his life, and they'd unloaded the car hours ago. Liam knew exactly what this was about. "Now?" he asked. He tried to inject a note of irritation into his voice for Sophie's benefit. "Can't it wait till morning?" "Preferably not," said Grace. She stayed where she was. She didn't move an inch. "It'll only take two minutes. Then you can come back up." Liam felt the heat in his cheeks. He knew he couldn't win this one. If he said no, she would stand there until it became awkward. Or she would invent a new, more embarrassing excuse. "Fine," he sighed, getting to his feet. He left the warmth under the blanket. "Sorry, Sophie," he said, rolling his eyes at her. "Duty calls." Sophie smiled, but the light in her eyes had dimmed slightly. The moment was gone. "It's alright. Say hello to your dad and his back."  Liam walked to the stairs. Grace stepped aside and let him go first. She followed close behind. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Liam turned towards the kitchen and the utility room, something inside him hoping that there would actually be a big box of food to carry. "In here," Grace whispered, gripping his arm. She pulled him the other way. Towards the large bathroom off the hallway. She opened the bathroom door, guided him gently inside, and followed. She locked the door behind them. Click. The sounds from the house disappeared. Now they were alone in the white fluorescent light. "We had an arrangement," she said calmly. She placed her toiletry bag on the basin. "Every evening. Before bed." "I can do it myself," Liam protested in a whisper. He leaned against the door as if he might bolt. "Just give it to me. I'll put it on. You don't need to be here." Grace shook her head. She unzipped the toiletry bag.  "No, Liam. I'd like to make sure you do it properly. It has happened a few times at home that you've leaked through in bed because you didn't put it on right. You rush it. And this morning you even threw it out the window afterwards. So I just want to make sure you're protected. Fully protected."  She took a DryNites from the bag. And a tub of cream. And wet wipes. She laid it all out on the edge of the basin, like a surgeon preparing instruments. "Come here," she said. "Mum, seriously..." "Come on. Trousers down." Her voice wasn't angry. It was pedagogical. It permitted no objections. It was the tone you use with a child who won't brush their teeth. Liam stepped reluctantly over to the basin. He stood in front of her. He looked away, into the mirror, but avoided eye contact with his own reflection. He gripped the waistband of his joggers. "All the way," she instructed. "And the boxers too." Liam pushed everything down over his hips, down to his ankles. He stood facing her, naked from the waist down. Five minutes ago he'd been holding Sophie's hand. Now he was here. He stared at the grouting between the floor tiles, counting the small dark lines, willing himself somewhere else. Grace looked down. She was reaching for the nappy, but then she stopped. She frowned. "God, Liam," she said, bending forward slightly. "What have you done to yourself?" "What?" Liam looked down. On the insides of his thighs, right up near his groin, the skin was flaming red. There were visible chafing sores where the coarse fabric of the salopettes and the seams of the thermals had rubbed against bare skin all afternoon. It looked angry and painful. "You're completely raw," she said, touching the red area gently with a finger. Liam gasped and pulled back. It stung. "It's just... friction," he mumbled. Grace looked up at him. She didn't understand. She didn't know he'd been going without pants. "Have you been sweating in wet clothing all day?" she asked. She was reading it as nappy rash, or the result of poor hygiene. "It's like when... little ones go too long in a wet one." She shook her head in sympathy. "What a mess, Liam. This is exactly why we need to get on top of this. Your skin can't cope." She picked up the tube of zinc cream. She unscrewed the lid. "Spread your legs a little," she said. "Mum, I can do it my—" "No. You can't see how bad it is at the back. Stand still." She squeezed a large blob of white, greasy cream onto her fingers. The smell of zinc and baby filled the small room. Liam closed his eyes. He spread his legs a fraction. Grace began to rub the cream in. Her fingers were cool and slick. She applied it to his inner thighs, into his groin, and drew it all the way into his crotch where the redness was worst. She was thorough. She worked the cream in with small circular motions. "There," she murmured softly. "That'll take the sting out. But you need a thick layer so the nappy doesn't chafe it overnight." Standing there while his mother rubbed cream into his most intimate areas—Liam fixed his gaze on the pipes running along the ceiling. He could hear the faint hum of the boiler through the wall. He counted the seconds. Eleven, twelve, thirteen. Somewhere upstairs, Sophie was sitting on the mattress, probably wondering why a box of food supplies was taking so long.  When Grace was done, she wiped her fingers on a tissue. "Right, let's just pop the night pants on," she said. She picked up the DryNites. She crouched down. "Feet up." He lifted one foot, then the other. She guided the nappy over his ankles. Then she gripped the sides and pulled it up. She drew it up his legs, over his knees, over his thighs. When it reached his crotch, she adjusted it. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband to make sure it was on properly, that the leak barriers were unfolded, and that it covered the entire creamed area. Crinkle. Snap. "There," she said, giving his padded backside a light pat. "Now you're safe. And your skin can recover." Liam pulled his joggers up quickly. He wanted to hide it. "Thanks," he whispered. It was the only thing he could say. Grace washed her hands. She looked at him in the mirror. "You're a good boy, Liam. I know it's hard. But look—it's done now. You can go up and sleep soundly. And I'll collect it in the morning, as we agreed. Alright?" "Alright."  She unlocked the door. "Off you go up to Sophie. Say goodnight. And then straight to sleep, yes?" Liam walked out. He felt heavy. The nappy between his legs was thick, and the greasy cream meant it slid and clung to his skin with every step. He climbed the stairs. Back to the loft. Back to the girl he was wild about. But he wasn't the same person who'd gone downstairs five minutes ago. He was padded, creamed, and managed.    Chapter 13: Socks and Secrets Liam woke the next morning, not from the light this time, but from the feeling. It wasn't just dampness but a heavy, total saturation. During the night, his body had given in to the stress and exhaustion, and the DryNites had absorbed everything. It had swollen to a thick, gel-like block between his legs, pressing against his skin and making it impossible to bring his thighs fully together. He lay rigid under the duvet, staring at the wall. He didn't dare move. He knew the slightest shift could cause the leak barriers to fail, now that it was this full. He heard footsteps on the stairs. Light, but purposeful. "Morning, you two!" Grace's voice was a whisper, but cheerful. She poked her head over the edge. The sun was already streaming through the triangular window, catching the dust motes in the air.  Sophie stirred in her bed. She stretched, and the duvet fell down around her shoulders. "Mmm... morning." Liam closed his eyes for a brief second.  Grace came all the way up onto the loft. She had her large toiletry bag tucked under her arm—shielded from Sophie's line of sight. She walked over to Liam's bed. She smiled at him, but her eyes immediately scanned the situation.  She saw how he was lying. Completely still. Duvet pulled up to his chin. She sat on the edge of his bed. She didn't need to ask. She could smell it. A faint, warm scent of urine and zinc cream, creeping out from under the duvet. She slipped her hand discreetly under the covers, down towards his hip. Liam tensed.  Her hand met the wet, heavy nappy. She felt the weight of it, the warmth. She withdrew her hand, but her facial expression remained neutral. She glanced quickly over at Sophie, who was sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Right then, you two," Grace said quietly, in a voice that brooked no argument. "Up we get, shall we?" "What?" Liam mumbled, acting half-asleep. "Why already?" "You'll want a bath and everything," she said. "Now. While the bathroom's free. Come on." She stood and waited. Liam knew he couldn't say no. But he also knew he couldn't get out of bed without revealing the heavy, sagging nappy that would bulge through his joggers. "I'll... I'll be down in a sec," he whispered. "Now, Liam," said Grace. She held out her dressing gown, which she'd had draped over her arm. "It's a bit nippy on the landing—put this on." It was the rescue. And the humiliation. He had to get up while Sophie was watching and quickly wrap himself in his mother's dressing gown to hide his rear. He swung his legs out. The nappy dragged on him. It weighed nearly a kilo. As he stood, it sank down and hung between his thighs like a wet sandbag. He tied the dressing gown tightly and hurried towards the stairs, Grace right behind him. He walked bow-legged, awkward. "Why are you two in such a rush?" Sophie asked sleepily behind them.  "We want to be first on the slopes!" Grace called back cheerfully over her shoulder.  They went down to the main bathroom. Grace locked the door. "That was a big one, wasn't it," she said simply. The tone was gentle now, but efficient. Liam shed the dressing gown and his joggers. He stood there in the heavy nappy. Grace didn't wrinkle her nose, but she looked at it with a gaze that registered the volume.  "Good thing you were protected," she stated dryly. "Otherwise the mattress would have been ruined." She didn't help him take it off—she let him do that himself. He tore open the sides. It landed heavily in the bag she held out. She tied the knot tight immediately. "Hop in the shower," she instructed. "And go easy on those sore patches." Liam got in the shower. While the water ran, Grace waited. She didn't leave. She stood packing the used nappy into her bag, ready to be smuggled out. When he emerged from the shower, dried and in clean clothes, she smiled again. "There you go. All fresh. You had some thick woolly socks, didn't you?"  "Yeah..." Liam said hesitantly. "But they're in my bag."  "Exactly. I think Sophie would love those ones with the moose on them. Come on."  They went back up to the loft. Sophie had got up and was sorting through her clothes.  "Oh, there's the clean version of you," she teased as Liam appeared. "You smell of... is that my mum's shampoo?"  "Just borrowed a bit," Liam said, blushing.  Grace walked purposefully over to Liam's holdall, sitting in the corner.  "Liam insisted on bringing these ridiculous socks," she said conversationally to Sophie. "I told him they were hideous, but he reckoned they were 'retro'."  She crouched in front of the bag and unzipped it. Liam froze in the middle of the room.  No. Not the bag.  The freezer bag with the wet pants from yesterday was right at the bottom. Under the jumpers. But the socks were down there too.  "Mum, I'll find them myself," he said quickly, taking a step forward.  "Don't be silly," she said, plunging her hand into the bag. She rummaged through the clothes. "Where are they now...?"  Liam held his breath. Sophie was standing there brushing her hair, watching with idle curiosity. Grace's hand went deeper. She moved a stack of t-shirts. She moved the heavy salopettes.  And then her hand stopped.  Liam saw the muscles in her back tense. She had hold of something. Something that wasn't clothing. Something smooth and soft in a wrong, heavy way. And perhaps—perhaps she could feel the cold and the damp through the thin layer of plastic.  She didn't pull her hand up straight away. She remained perfectly still for two seconds.  She squeezed the bag below the surface. She could feel the contents. Textiles, wet and mashed together.  Liam knew that she knew.  She turned her head slowly and looked up at him. Sophie was standing behind her and couldn't see Grace's face. But Liam could.  Grace's smile was gone. Her eyes were narrow, dark. She stared directly into his soul. It was a look of pure, undiluted disappointment and a new, frightening knowledge. She knew now that he'd had an accident yesterday. And that he'd hidden the dirty, wet clothes in his bag instead of washing them. That he'd been carrying it around like a secret.  She said nothing. She didn't even blink. She just held his gaze while her hand, down in the bag, released the freezer bag and moved on.  She pulled out a pair of grey wool socks with moose on them.  "Here they are!" she exclaimed, turning to Sophie with the same false, beaming smile. "Look at these—aren't they ghastly?"  Sophie laughed. "Oh, they're quite sweet, actually. Very Liam."  Grace stood up. She handed the socks to Liam.  As he took them, she leaned in slightly.  "Put them on," she said. Her voice was cosy for Sophie's benefit, but for Liam the subtext was arctic. "We can't have you catching cold."  She patted him on the shoulder. It was a firm pat.  "I'm going down to make coffee. Liam, come down when you're ready. We need to have a little chat about the plan for the day."  She went down the stairs.  Liam stood there holding the socks. He was trembling. She'd found it. She hadn't pulled it out in front of Sophie, but she'd found it. And now she was waiting downstairs 

Heheh thank you!! 💕 💜 Yeees, well... Kang might be a touch overprotective of Joomi. 🤭🫠 Thank you!!! 💜 I too enjoyed that 😂 Grandma gets to override any food decisions!