Other Fetishes

This rather depends on where you live and what that place deems a "baby changing facility", but baby changing facilities are for infants to be changed by their parents / guardians / so forth; they're not built to have much larger and heavier adults using them. Now, access to toilet facilities is a hot topic in the UK at the moment for the trans community, so I'm not saying this lightly as my assumed right for the last several decades to use the women's loos if I'm caught short is under threat. I'm also kind of curious as to what scenario would lend you to need to use a baby changing facility when you presumably have competence to go out with a clean nappy and yet still need to have it changed in a baby changing room when you should be able to change a nappy yourself in a normal cubicle.

Chapter 33 (Are we ready, girls?) (And Daniel.) (Thanks, Cassie.) (Are we ready, girls and Daniel?)  The coven stood in a close circle, hands held tight as they prepared the magic. On his own, Daniel would have needed half an hour or more to cast this, but together, sharing the load, they needed only a few moments of focus and a shared sense of intent. Working as the familiar, supplying the power and conveying the thoughts of the others, Daniel channeled the magic.  His eyes were closed, but he felt Mathilde’s grin when she thought, (Hit it.)  A pulse of energy passed through them, and in an eyeblink, they were halfway across the world.  Paris. The city of light. The city of love. The city with that one big pointy tower.  The landing hall in Paris was hidden in a side passage in their metro system, a landing platform that would look to any passersby like a simple defunct stop that’d never been finished. It took a minute to navigate through the winding hallways towards an interchange, and then to an elevator that took them from the underground to the street, into a place almost as magical as Alphabeta.  For the rest of the night, they were no longer students, they were just kids, there to have fun. Asami had traded in her uniform for a similar cut without any of the school’s colors, but Radha had gone full party girl with a baggy top that looked like it was stitched from an assortment of the world’s most disparate scraps of fabric and puffy, almost absurd jeans. Mathilde had dressed in a knee-length spaghetti strap dress and Hazel had put on a slightly boyish jean/t-shirt combo, but it was Cassie who’d really shown them all up. She’d conjured a heavily pink-themed ensemble accented with a scarf and tall boots that came up  to her knees to meet her skirt.  Daniel was glad she’d been the one to help him with his clothes. She had an eye for fashion.  “The drinking age here is eighteen, right?” Radha asked, looking around as they stepped out of their spell and into the metro platform.  “Sixteen,” Mathilde replied, “But we’re not getting drunk.”  “I’m not saying I want to get drunk,” Radha clarified. “But I’ve never had champagne. I want to sip champagne from a rooftop bar and talk about poetry.”  “What time is it?” Asami asked. Daniel checked his watch, recalibrating in his head and pressing the chunky plastic buttons to adjust the time zone. “We’re three hours earlier than at school, so…four thirty-five.”  “Then the Louvre is still open, right?” she said, smiling nervously.  “We’re here to party and you want to go to an art museum?” Hazel asked, almost causing the older girl to shrink away before she grinned. “Awesome, let’s do it.”  And so, their evening began.  Mathilde acted as tour guide, translating where needed and helping with metro navigation, but for the most part, they just behaved like any group of foreign tourists parading through one of the most beautiful locations in the world.  After stopping to share a round of champagne, they got into the Louvre, and spent an hour ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the famous works. They could only see the Mona Lisa from about a hundred feet away, blocked by other tourists, and from it looked like a postage stamp, but Asami seemed pleased to have gotten a look at it despite how little detail could be made out.  It was Radha who picked their next destination, excitedly steering them towards a cafe. Mathilde ordered so that they wouldn’t look ‘ridiculous’, and they feasted on fancy wine and even fancier sandwiches. The wine had subtle notes of grapes and alcohol–Daniel wasn’t much for wine tasting–but the sandwiches were pure perfection, cheesy and warm with crispy, toasted bread. As for ‘talking about poetry’, Daniel could offer little except Shel Silverstein and a few limmericks, but the group did their best.  Hazel got the next turn to choose, and she directed them down into the catacombs, taking a short tour through hallways of bones and spooky passageways. Cassie was mildly disappointed to learn that there were no ghosts haunting the tunnels beneath the city, and only one Bluecap who had long since been warned to stop leading tourists down the wrong path, lest they be evicted by Fae Control.  By the time they emerged back onto street level, the sun had almost set, and it was Cassie’s pick. Her choice got a groan from Mathilde, who complained that they were just leaning into stereotypes, but after some gentle back and forth, she conceded and led the way. Daniel was happy with the outcome. They couldn’t visit Paris and not go up the tower, after all.  Six tickets and an elevator ride later, they were on the upper platform, near the peak, with a perfect view of the most beautiful city in the world. There was still one staircase left between them and the pinnacle, but even there, it was hard to deny that the trip had been worth it. Even Mathilde seemed to have shed her annoyance at being ‘a tourist’.  “To get to the top,” Daniel said, “Mathilde…is there another elevator? I just see stairs for the last bit.”  “No, but I don’t need to go all the way up,” she replied. “It’s fine.” “You’re sure?” Daniel looked around. “What if we just…got you up there our way? That thing can levitate, right?”  “Making my chair look like it’s electric is an easy illusion, hiding it completely’s harder,” Mathilde said. “I promise, it’s fine, I’ve been up there before and I don’t need to see it again.”  Daniel felt skeptical, and looked around at the group. He was certain that the six of them working together could pull off a convincing illusion, or at least a bit of invisibility, so that they could get Mathilde up the final set of stairs. If she said it was fine, though, he wouldn’t push.  Or, he wouldn’t push much. “You’re sure? Because if you are just worried about looking like a tourist, I get it, but we’re here together. We can do some wicked cool magic as a group.”  Mathilde raised a hand and squinted into the sunset for a moment before she said, “Oh, fine.”  “Girls?” Daniel asked, spreading out his hands and getting their attention. After a brief explanation of what they needed to do, the six of them joined hands, and the coven met for a bit of subterfuge.  At Mathilde’s instruction, they cast a simple illusion, so that her chair would vanish to any onlookers. She’d still be using it to get around, hovering a couple inches off the stairs, but nobody would be the wiser.  They ascended together, all six of them, up to the smaller, more intimate viewing platform at the peak of the spire.  “I know, I know,” Radha said, before she could even buy the champagne from the miniature bar. “Touristy.”  Mathilde just rolled her eyes and smiled. “Knock yourself out, I’m not judging.” Hazel snorted. “You totally are.”  “I’m judging a little,” Mathilde admitted, “But I get it. Have fun.”  “Can you see your house from here?” Cassie asked, peering around with a smirk. “My parents live about an hour out of the city,” Mathilde explained, “But we would come here most weekends.” “It’s gorgeous,” Cassie said. “Where I grew up, we mostly had views of freeways and gas stations. How does it compare to New York?”  “You haven’t been?” Daniel asked.  She shrugged. “I’ve been through their airport a couple times, but not really.”  “It’s…different..” Daniel tried to think how to explain the contrast. “It’s home, too, so it’s hard to really be objective. This all, though…it’s like classical music, artsy and gorgeous. New York is Beastie Boys. It’s rock. You know?”  “That makes sense.” Cassie leaned out on the rail and watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, shrouding the sky in shades of blue and indigo. “I want to go there, someday.”  “You’re a witch,” Daniel pointed out. “It’s not that big a deal to travel.”  “I know, just…I want it to be special.” Cassie paused, and Daniel got the impression she was holding her breath, as though she were about to jump off a high dive. Instead, the moment passed, and instead of doing anything dramatic she just touched his arm. “Like this.”  “A celebratory girl’s night,” Daniel said. “It does make it a little more special.”  “It’s my first one,” Cassie said. “My first ‘girl’s night’.”  He smirked. “Mine too, now that I think about it.”  She laughed, leaning on him a little harder for support, and stayed like that as the laughter passed. Daniel had grown more used to the way that women were more touchy feely than he was used to, communicating with hands and embraces in a way that ran counter to his masculine instincts, and so he didn’t reject the touch or read into it. They stood there together, watching as Paris slipped from day to night.  Eventually, they walked away, taking the stairs down to the main viewing platform and the elevator from there. It was dark, and they were tipsy, but they had hours yet to go before they had to return home.  “Your turn,” Asami said, once they were on the ground. “What do you want to do, Daniel?”  “My turn?” he asked. “Everyone except you and Mathilde got to pick out an activity, it’s only fair you do too. And Mathilde, if you have any suggestions for things that aren’t ‘touristy’.” Asami put airquotes around the word.   “I don’t know,” Daniel admitted. “We kind of hit all the staples. There’s the arch?” “The Arc de Triomphe,” Mathilde corrected.  “Yeah, the arch of triumph,” Daniel agreed, winking. “That’s what it translates to, right?”  “...more or less,” Mathilde conceded.  “If that’s your pick, we’ll do it,” Asami declared.  It wasn’t something Daniel felt strongly about, but since he had no other ideas, he went with it, following as the group made their way to the nearest subway station.  That sense of direction lasted until they passed by a building of glass and color and light that drew his attention down a completely different path. He stopped, trailing behind the rest of the group, looking in through windows that had been plastered with signs and posters.  “Hold up,” he said, leaning in to search for a particular object inside.  The girls stopped, and Hazel stepped back so she could look at the sign over the entrance. “An arcade?”  “They have it!” Daniel announced excitedly. “I’m changing my pick, we’re going here instead.”  “They have arcades all over the world,” Hazel pointed out.  “Sure, but I never have five other people with me,” Daniel insisted, walking towards the door.  “It’s his pick,” Asami said with a shrug, and they followed him in.  Sitting against a back wall with two large, glowing screens and six sets of controls was the X-Men arcade cabinet. Daniel had always watched from afar, imagining the possibilities of a game with six players, wondering what it could even be like. Now was his chance. The first game lasted about three minutes, most of which he spent explaining the controls and watching everyone else lose health. Game two devolved into pure chaos after only a little longer, with far too much happening on screen to properly keep track of, but all the same, he was grinning from ear to ear by the time they were done.  “Wow, we suck at this,” Radha commented. “Sorry about that.”  “Not the point,” Daniel replied, flush with exhilaration. “That was great.”  “That was great?” Hazel asked.  Daniel rested his hands on the controls. He felt warm in a good way, flush with victory. Some of that was the champagne, he could tell he was tipsy, but it was more than that, it was the company. “I’ve been wanting to do this for seven years. I thought they’d get rid of all the cabinets before I got a chance.”  “It’s like when you’re the familiar,” Cassie noted. “You think of it like a game.”  “It is like a game.” He shrugged and looked back at the screen, displaying a bright, joyful GAME OVER. “But–Mathilde, it’s your turn.”  “I’ve been here,” she pointed out. “I don’t have anything on a bucket list to cross out.”  “We all picked something,” Daniel insisted, shaking his head. “You gotta.”  “I agree, it’s only fair,” Asami added.  Mathilde looked like she wanted to argue, but she relented after only a second. “Alright. There’s a bakery near the river, they’re open late and you can get the morning’s pastries for a song.”  “I knew you’d know a good spot,” Daniel said, gesturing to the entrance of the arcade. “Lead the way, o’ wise navigator.”  Mathilde rolled towards the door, and the gaggle of girls–plus Daniel–followed behind.  It wasn’t far. They didn’t even need to get on the subway, just walk a few blocks down old, cobbled streets.  “Oh,” Cassie said, catching Daniel’s arm and stopping them. “Um–” He glanced back at her. “What’s up?”  She looked down, then up at him. “Uh…your overalls are wet.”  He looked down, noting the crescent-moon dark stains around his thighs, with trickles running down past that. He’d leaked.  Glowing red, he said, “I didn’t…I don’t have a change.” Now that she’d pointed it out, he felt acutely aware of the extra weight hanging around his hips, the oversaturated padding full of an afternoon’s champagne.  “I don’t know if I can dry it out with a spell,” Cassie said, thinking for a moment before standing up straight and pulling her arms in through her jacket sleeves. Shucking out of the outer garment, she passed him the jacket. “Here, just tie this around your waist.”  A part of him thought that might stand out more, but the rest of the coven would notice the leak sooner or later, and strangers wouldn’t know it wasn’t his jacket. He accepted it and tied it in place, adding a bright splash of pink to his ensemble.  “Thanks,” he said, cheeks still warm from embarrassment and alcohol.  “Don’t mention it,” she replied, “I’m just watching out for you.”  Together, they caught up with the rest of the coven, who all stoically refused to comment on the new fashion choice Daniel had made.  The bakery was warm and inviting, smelling of chocolate and yeast and the kind of magic that didn’t come from wands or schools. Mathilde ordered for everyone, walking away with a paper sack full of far too many pastries for what seemed like not much money at all, then she gestured for them to go across the street, where a bench faced out over the river.  “When I came here with my dad, we’d always get something and watch the river before we went home,” Mathilde explained, as they circled around the bench.  There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, but Asami, Radha, and Hazel spread out, while Mathilde sat next to them in her chair. That left Cassie and Daniel to step up to the fence overlooking the river, leaning against it while they watched lights sparkle in the water.  “It’s beautiful,” Cassie said.  “I think Mathilde wins the night,” Daniel added, through a mouthful of pain au chocolat. “Best pick. Holy shit this is good.”  “It’s even better fresh,” Mathilde said, with a demure smile. “But there’s a reason it’s my favorite.”  While they overlooked the water, Cassie touched Daniel’s arm again, leaning towards him, hanging on his arm like a handrail. From her touch, he felt her holding her breath again.  (Hold on…)  Once was a data point. Twice was a pattern.  He looked at her, and saw that she wasn’t staring out at the river, she was staring up at him. Flushing, he wiped pastry crumbs away from his face with his free arm, uncertain what would come next.  “Danny,” she said, cheeks pink in the dusky light of evening. Her voice grew quiet, almost a whisper. “I like you.”  He felt how she tensed up when she said it, afraid what he might say back. He ran through a thousand different responses, but he couldn’t think of what words might be best. Instead, his jaw just fell open and he stared at her in a surprised stupor, an abject idiot in the face of affection.  It was impossible not to be aware of their audience as well, especially when Radha yelled, “Just fuckin’ kiss her already!”  (Well…I can’t beat that.)  His words couldn’t help, so he took his friend’s advice and leaned in. Cassie rushed to meet him, her arms wrapping fully around his body, and they kissed one another with youthful, tipsy passion.  He didn’t even think about Jen until they’d pulled apart, and then a spike of anxiety drove itself up through the roof of his mouth and stole the joy from the situation.  Cassie’s nervous smile numbed him, and he smiled back, while internally he just thought, (Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit–)  “I…” Cassie began. “I’m not sure what to say.” He needed to delay, to buy time for his thoughts to catch up. “It’s late, we’re drunk. We can decide what to say in the morning. For now…I like you too.”  The moment was slightly undercut when Radha began to applaud, and Hazel cut in with a wolf whistle, but Daniel was glad for the tension breaker since it gave him an excuse to pull away and roll his eyes.  “And, we can talk without the Mystery Science Theater giving their feedback,” he added, shaking his head in over-the-top curmudgeonly annoyance. Cassie laughed, the coven laughed, he smiled. (I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up, what the fuck am I going to say to Jen? Fuck, fuck–)  “We should get back to the school soon,” Asami said. “It’s getting late, and it’ll be even later there, and we still have classes in the morning.”  “Agreed,” Mathilde replied.  Daniel’s thoughts were a nervous soup as they made their way to the nearest metro station and took a couple trains, riding their way back to the platform where they could apparate back to school. He managed to clear his mind enough that, when they connected to cast the spell, he didn’t broadcast his anxieties to the rest of the coven, and he claimed that as a small victory, though it distracted him enough that it took twice as long to teleport back to the school as it had to leave. And, he was so distracted, it took him several seconds to notice that upon their arrival, the Alphabeta entrance hall was utterly, totally dark.  ... For once, Daniel's found himself in a messy situation that isn't the result of his diapers! Author support is always appreciated, and early access for this story is currently two chapters ahead! https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

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