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By Kitty Angel · Posted
Wish You Were Here The different parts of the mall all looked the same to Ginny. There were so many shops, so many fancy things for her to look at, but after a while they were all a blur; she didn’t know if she would even recognise the shops if they were walking in circles. There were too many details for her to pick out the important ones, and one line of storefronts looked just like another. But she noticed when the windows became smaller, and they were walking along a corridor with ornate wooden carvings between each window. When the open-plan entrances and sliding glass doors were replaced by old fashioned doors with the name of the shop above them. It was like walking into something from the last century. And when she looked at the items for sale, everything was a little bit different. There were still clothes stores, grocers, and gift shops; but she started to get the feeling that they were here to create the right atmosphere, rather than to sell anything. When she saw a door with ‘Tuck Shop’ in a carved wooden sign above it, she understood. Hotel Academia was styled like something out of a very traditional English boarding school. That was their theme; with clandestine gambling facilities where everyone could believe they were getting away with something secretive under the noses of the prefects, and drinking was treated like a taboo. She could remember reading about it, and imagining the taboo of kids doing forbidden things at school. Her mental images of a school like that had come almost entirely from a recent series of movies, and she was sure that the shops here would have plenty of gifts inspired by those franchises as well. This was a school, in much the same way one of the other casinos on the main street was designed to look like you were on a cruise ship, and another was styled like an ancient Greek amphitheatre. It was just the latest in a long line of theme resorts, and the one most suited to a sudoku championship. But now, although she could feel the shape of all those memories, it was hard to pay attention to the details. Her thoughts slipped away, and there was something strangely exciting about the thought of meeting Daddy in a schoolroom. It fit with the sense of being a child again, even if she couldn’t quite focus on the details. Maybe a school was where she was supposed to be, but then why did it also feel naughty, in an exciting kind of way? She looked up at Daddy as he led her forward, and now they were approaching a desk where an older woman was wearing a uniform very much like a teacher’s. “Okay, sugarplum,” he said, and patted her head. “What do you want to do now? Should I get you set up in your room, or do you want to sit with me for a little while?” Imogen tried to think, but she didn’t need to think. So she wrapped her arms around him, and said the only word that came to mind: “Daddy!” “Okay, that’s fine,” he said with a little chuckle. “We can talk more about this later. Maybe a nap to help you get over all those worries.” The words made her blush, but Ginny felt safer than ever. She didn’t need to think about anything while Daddy was there to make all the hard decisions for her. He was talking to the woman behind the desk, but she didn’t need to pay attention to all that grown-up stuff. And then he was leading her to an elevator, still holding onto all of her bags while she danced around him. The numbers over the door rose higher than Ginny could count right now, but it took no time at all before they were standing in a corridor with loads of identical doors in dark wood. Daddy waved a card in front of one of the locks, and there was a click. The door swung open to reveal a room that could have come straight out of That Boy, or any of the other school period dramas that had followed it. Modern conveniences, as unobtrusive as possible, overlaid onto an aesthetic which could have come from the 19th century, but had probably remained just the same in real schools until the 1950s. The walls were panelled in dark oak halfway up, with cream paint above, and a single tall window with diamond-paned leaded glass gave a view over a strange contoured surface that the more-adult part of Ginny’s mind quickly determined must be the mall’s rooftops. The bed was king size, with a frame that looked like wrought iron and a thick duvet in deep burgundy, tucked in with hospital corners. There was a matching wardrobe that looked heavy enough to have survived two world wars, but it clearly hadn’t been opened and the disheveled state of a suitcase standing with its lid open against the wall suggested that Daddy wasn’t inclined to unpack his belongings until he needed them. To complete the old-fashioned style, a writing desk sat beneath the window with an actual inkwell holder built into the corner. On a shelf beside the bed there was a candlestick telephone with a mechanical dial and a button for room service, though a tiny inlaid brass decal beside it indicated the presence of wireless charging for those who preferred more contemporary technology. “Here we are,” Daddy said, setting the bags down by the wardrobe. “Our home away from home for the weekend. Well, mine technically, but I think we can share for now, can’t we?” Ginny nodded, looking around with wide eyes. There was a bookshelf with leather-bound volumes that were probably just decorative, and a framed photograph of some stern-looking men in academic robes. Everything felt serious and grown-up, but somehow cosy at the same time. Like she was visiting a friend’s room, rather than one of many decorated by a hotel’s designers. Dan carried her bags to a free space beneath the window, where they wouldn’t get in the way. And just like that, this place was home now. “You okay with your new underwear?” Daddy asked, and then quickly placed one hand against her bottom in a way that made her heart race all over again. “Still dry? Good girl. Let’s see how long you can keep that up. Although, I think if you have another accident we might have to put you in proper diapers. Would you like that?” The only way she could respond was a wordless stammer; Ginny was much too young to understand how that would make her feel right now, she just wanted to try to impress Daddy. But she didn’t know what answer he was expecting. Eventually she managed a nod, though she wasn’t really sure what she meant by it. She sat down on the corner of the bed. It was a little firmer than she would have expected, and the sheets rustled under her, but she could imagine it being very comfortable. Daddy walked over the bookcases, and opened a cabinet that took up a considerable portion of several shelves, revealing a TV screen. It looked just as old-fashioned as everything else in the room, but Imogen still realised that the cabinet was only as deep as a bookshelf, where there was no chance a real vintage model would have fitted. “Let’s see what there is to watch,” Daddy said with a smile, and walked over to a couple of overstuffed armchairs in the corner of the room. He took a seat and Ginny leapt up right away, bounding over to sit on his lap. And as she squirmed to get comfortable, she realised that going for the empty chair hadn’t even crossed her mind. His lap felt natural and safe, exactly where she was supposed to be. Daddy’s didn’t say anything, but an arm came around her waist to steady her, and she leaned back against his chest as the TV flickered to life. He scrolled through channels, passing news and sport and cooking shows, until he found a brightly-coloured menu of cartoons. He selected one without a moment’s hesitation, and the screen was filled with animal shapes promising to teach lessons about trust and friendship. Ginny felt herself relax completely, her attention captured by the simple storyline and cheerful music. “Is this okay, little one?” Daddy’s voice was gentle so close to her ear, eliciting some impulses that she wasn’t ready to acknowledge right now. She just felt so safe, and that was all she could have hoped for. “Mmhmm,” she murmured, already absorbed in watching a cartoon rabbit helping a grumpy badger to cross a stream. Daddy slipped the remote out of sight somewhere, and the animals continued to solve one problem after another with the power of friendship. And after each task, it seemed that there was a little live-action segment, with a real bunny standing in for Clover as he explained a little about plants and gardening. Dan’s hand rubbed small circles on her back, a steady, soothing motion that made her feel warm and sleepy despite it being the middle of the afternoon. She found herself leaning back against him as the episodes started to blur together in her mind. This was nothing like she had expected, but it was better than anything she could have imagined. She had never even thought it was possible to be so comfortable with a man, but Daddy could make everything feel right. She didn’t need to understand the animals on the screen, just to watch them and cheer whenever Clover got a reward. And Daddy was doing so much to make her feel good, making her feel so safe. Ginny shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, and felt Daddy adjust to accommodate her without complaint. She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that. Maybe one episode, maybe three. The room was quiet except for the cheerful voices from the TV, and the mall, the conference, and all the complicated adult things felt very far away. She felt the slightest trace of discomfort, and shifted position again. Everything was so easy; a slight feeling of pressure and she could let go without thinking. And then back to the cartoon; it wasn’t until she felt an unfamiliar warmth that she realised she was wetting herself again. The tiny trace of adulthood left in her mind urged her to hold it; but she quickly found that her body wouldn’t obey that command. Embarrassment flooded into her mind, only to turn into contented relaxation a moment later. And she wouldn’t even have been able to say anything, if Daddy hadn’t already noticed. -
Great chapter. Can't wait to find out what happens next. -
By HappyNappin · Posted
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CHAPTER 3 More practice in the evening—this time the first physical tests. Petra excelled. She was fastest in the 50-meter sprint and the agility course, and in the standing five-jump she placed second, just behind Lena. Kira also showed iron fitness, but overall Petra was clearly ahead. Yet Kira didn't seem frustrated. She wanted to let Petra feel invincible for a while—before crashing her down from her cloud castle. The test battery ended with a brutal five-minute rowing test, where Kira posted the team's best result. The coach congratulated her on a new camp record, but Kira brushed it off. She would soon achieve a much greater victory. Dull aches pulsed through Petra's knees and ankles as she walked down the corridor of the training hall, lit by cold fluorescent tubes, deep in thought. She was mentally crafting a new feint, one she wanted to test on the field as soon as possible. She had always been the fastest on her team, but there was still room to improve when it came to getting past defenders. Now was the perfect time to develop. "Hey, diaper girl," Kira called out, her voice commanding, with no warning at all. Petra's stomach lurched. Her skin prickled. Kira knew. By all logic, it should have been impossible—but somehow, Kira knew. Petra tried to stay calm, but with terror and adrenaline flooding her veins, her voice trembled like a blade of grass in a storm. "What are you talking about?" "As if you didn't know." "What am I supposed to know?" "That you belong in toddler football. You probably need someone to change you, don't you? Just let me know if you need help." "Leave me alone!" "No—you leave me alone. Drop out of this camp, and no one has to know about your little problem." Petra's breath caught. She weighed her words for a moment, then lifted her chin. She wouldn't let anyone blackmail her. "I'm not going anywhere. I came here to play." She shot Kira one last glare, then walked away, drenched in cold sweat. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she stepped outside under clouds heavy with coming rain. Kira slid her right hand calmly into her pocket and fingered the edge of the key card to Petra's room. "Just wait, little one… just wait." Petra walked back to her room in a daze. She closed the door behind her and stood very still. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them against her thighs, hard, but they wouldn't stop. She had been so sure no one would find out. So careful. And now Kira knew. Now Kira owned her. She stood there for a long time, breathing. Then she wiped her face with her sleeve and turned around. Sini was pacing rapidly in circles, phone in hand. Petra tried to ignore her at first, but Sini's restlessness was contagious. Finally, Petra got so irritated she couldn't help speaking. "What the hell are you doing?" "Hatching eggs." "Eggs?" "Yeah, in this game. You have to walk—in real life. It tracks your steps. And you can't go outside this late." "Okay…" "Do you want to play too?" "No." "We could swap gifts every day—you'd level up fast…" "Forget it!" Petra was still shaken from her encounter with Kira, but at the same time, she couldn't help smiling at Sini. That wide-eyed girl was the perfect roommate: weird, asocial, and completely oblivious to everything. Petra decided to shower early and put on her night diaper while Sini was busy hatching her eggs, all her attention absorbed in the process. Morning brought recovery and strength training. The team was split into two groups; Petra ended up with Sini, while Kira and Lena were in the other. Petra hadn't connected with any of the other girls, and based on her experience so far, she felt no need to. She was here to play football, not to socialize. During the mobility drills, Petra was paired with Sini—which turned out to be surprisingly challenging. Sini had little interest in repeating the exercises the instructors demonstrated; she preferred doing her own thing. She seemed to be the only player at camp with no goals whatsoever. For her, practice was just a way to pass time—or outright play. The other group finished earlier. Lena and Kira arrived at the gymnasium bleachers with their water bottles while Petra's group was still working on body control. "So, are those penalties coming along?" Lena teased, lightly mocking but clearly good-natured. "Yeah, getting there. Hey—sorry about yesterday. I was in my own head. It's not your fault I shoot straight at the keeper." "Forget it. Everyone has off days. Even Petra, maybe—though she plays like a dream." "I guess…" "You scared of her?" "Of Petra? Why would I be?" "She's competing for your spot." "I'm in good shape. I'm not scared of anyone. Petra's talented, sure, but maybe still too much of a kid for this team." "What do you mean, a kid? I haven't noticed anything like that." "Look closer. You'll get it. Hey—thanks for the good practice. See you later." Kira smiled and left the gym, leaving Lena alone with her words. Lena thought about asking the coaches about the evening's goalkeeper training, but Päivi and Närpiölä were deep in heated discussion. She didn't want to interrupt, so she slipped off to the locker room with the others. "What the hell is she doing at this camp?" Närpiölä asked quietly, gesturing at Sini, who was demonstrating some kind of Pokémon kick to Petra. "You told me to invite her." "I absolutely did not." "You did. The KTP number one was the last call-up." "I meant KTP's best player. Not their number one jersey." "Oh." Päivi stared at Sini. "Well, then this is completely fucked." Närpiölä rubbed his temples. "Great. Just great." At dinner, Petra sat down next to Lena. They'd had fun together the first night, and though Petra was a committed introvert, she craved intelligent, warm conversation. Their talk flowed easily—until it was abruptly interrupted by Sini, sitting across from them, vomiting violently into her lap. Petra turned to look at her and froze. The girl was pale, almost the color of pear sorbet, her black top now splattered like a colorful rug. "Sini looks awful." "Worse than usual." "Someone help?" Päivi rushed over from her coffee cup, horrified, questioning Sini about her condition. She reacted as dramatically as a normal person would to a heart attack. Sini looked down at herself. "I threw up," she stated. Factually. Then: "Does this mean I have to leave?" Päivi escorted her out of the dining hall as every player rose from their chairs unprompted, backing away from the tables. No one was hungry anymore. Lena and Petra walked toward the exit together. Lena noticed a pink plush seal peeking out of Petra's bag. "That's such a cute stuffed animal," Lena admired. "What… that's not mine. Where did that come from?" "You don't have to be embarrassed. Lots of adults still have comfort plushies." "No, seriously—that's not mine." "Whatever you say. I've gotta go—goalkeeper training. See you!" Lena hurried off, wondering why Petra was so ashamed of her stuffed animal. Maybe Kira was right, at least on some level. Petra stuffed the seal into her bag. It wasn't hers. But if it wasn't hers and it wasn't Sini's… she didn't want to think about what that meant. She didn't dwell on it—she had other things on her mind. She was psyching herself up for the evening practice, determined to crush Kira on the field. But practice was canceled. Risk of a stomach bug outbreak. Sini was quarantined, and everyone else would train together the next day. Petra felt genuinely bad for Sini, but she was just as frustrated about the lost opportunity to show Kira she couldn't be rattled. On the other hand, she'd have the room completely to herself for at least three days. The first heatwave of the summer had just arrived, and her sleep pants over the diaper were uncomfortably warm. Now she could sleep a few nights in just her diaper, the way she did at home. She knew she shouldn't rely on the pills. But tonight, she didn't care. It didn't occur to her that these strange coincidences might not be coincidences at all. Petra still didn't know just how dirty an opponent she was really up against. For a moment, Petra felt free. She lay under her duvet in just her diaper and a thin white t-shirt. The plastic backing crinkled against the sheets, but this time the sound felt only familiar and safe. She was sleeping alone, exactly as she was. The thick, soft diaper brought comfort—but even that wasn't enough to keep Kira's threatening words from lingering in her mind. Those words had carved themselves deep into her consciousness, and they would haunt her throughout the camp, maybe longer. Petra tried in vain to relax her mind and body. After an hour of struggling, she resorted to a sleeping pill, something she used occasionally in emergencies. She wouldn't survive tomorrow's practice on no sleep, and she refused to let Kira's threats affect her performance. The pill worked as always. Soon Petra was running freely through dewy meadows in her dreamworld, surrounded by butterflies and dragonflies, the landscape washed in shades of blue and turquoise. At the same time, Kira sat in an end-room down the hall, mildly nervous, writing new lines in her poetry notebook. "Hmph," she huffed, half-satisfied. She doodled a cute little skull, then began the active phase of her preparation. At 3:30 AM, she would take a massive risk: enter room 74 with the stolen key card, photograph Petra sleeping in her diaper as close as possible, and leave without a trace. She would take the photo, leave, and Petra would never even know. Until it was too late. The plan was full of unknowns. Kira had no idea how deeply Petra slept or what she wore at night. The operation would take maybe two minutes. Kira reasoned that the odds of Petra waking up during that window were relatively low. She'd already managed to get Sini out of the way, but Petra's sleep depth was beyond her control. Petra, however, had made herself easy prey. She'd taken a sleeping pill and was sleeping in just her diaper. She lay innocently curled on her bed, breathing steady, medium-deep breaths. She'd consumed electrolyte drinks in preparation for the canceled practice, and her diaper was already so soaked that the wetness indicator wasn't even needed. A lonely pheasant sang melancholically in the summer night as the key card reader let out a clinical beep and door number 74 swung open—ominously silent. -
They are apparently although some may be redacted from publication. Given the sensitive nature of the charge that's a risk I suppose. I guess we'll have to wait and see. I'll see what I can find out.
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