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By Lady Lucia · Posted
CHAPTER TWO Maxine Another typical high school day. Didn’t Raven have anything better to do with her life? For years, she had tormented me and others who ‘deserved’ such treatment. Her words, and/or the words of the cheerleaders flanking her. At first, I thought it was because of what I wrote for the school paper, an extracurricular I dropped shortly afterwards in the hopes that it would make Raven and her friends back off. Once they had a taste of what it was like making me blush and squirm, however, it was obvious to me that the only reason I continued to be a target was because they enjoyed it. Why did some girls have to be like that? Physically, we weren’t even that different. Similar to some of the cheerleaders Raven surrounded herself with, I was slender I wasn’t even that different from some of the cheerleaders. In fact, my proportions were similar to a handful of the girls Raven surrounded herself with. Slender, slightly tall for my age, and C cups that would be a lot more attractive if I actually dressed for my body type. Instead, I only saw my hourglass figure in the bathroom mirror at home, otherwise wearing hoodies and the occasional flannel. Part of it was because I wasn’t vain like my classmates who blatantly flaunted their bodies in tight crop tops and microskirts. But mostly, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself in general. Unfortunately, it had been warm enough on this particular day that I had worn a pair of loose shorts. When Raven tripped me, my knees took a bit of a beating as I fell hard onto the rough pavement. The frustrating thing was, I was bigger than her. Theoretically, I should have been able to get up and fight back. Except choosing such a battle would only start a war I’d painfully lose; next time, she’d bring back-up. Instead, I simply focused on keeping my cool. No crying, no emotional outburst of any kind. The less interesting I made things for her, the sooner she would move on. My compliance cost me my student ID and all the cash in my wallet, which meant I wouldn’t be able to buy lunch later. I’d still eat, knowing Chloe and Nikki and how they’d insist on sharing with me. I just hated feeling like a burden, even if they’d never view it like that. Focusing on the present again, I collected my scattered belongings and headed to the nurse’s office to clean myself up. At least Raven hadn’t taken any of my schoolwork, though that might’ve been intentional on her part. She and her cohorts were careful about their bullying, pairing plausible deniability with special treatment due to their status. Even if there were cameras where she just tripped me, I could see her claiming that I fell, or that it was somehow an accident on her part. As for pilfering through my purse? No clue. She’d probably come up with something, and I’d end up with a target on my back after she merely got a slap on the wrist at worst. Even without Raven around, I went with the story about how I simply tripped and fell when Nurse Tessa asked me what happened. It felt a little extra when she logged into her computer to note my visit, when I would have been happy being sent on my way with a few alcohol swabs and bandaids. Not that I could blame her. While Pacific Grove was a public school, it was located in an affluent part of the city and took its record keeping pretty seriously. “Do you mind waiting here for a minute?” Tessa asked, “I can get you taken care of as soon as I prep the space in the other room.” Again, not necessary. I would have been fine with sitting in one of the waiting chairs by her desk, rather than being taken to a separate room for something as simple as a few wipes and the application of whatever bandaids were necessary. The only reason I didn’t go to the bathroom to deal with the scrapes myself was because I didn’t want to be seen by any other girls like that first thing in the morning. I guess I couldn’t complain, when I was definitely getting the privacy I had been seeking. It was just a bit more excessive and time consuming than I had anticipated. When Tessa stepped out of the main area, I noticed that her computer was just sitting there, completely open and accessible. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about something like that. I was the kind of girl who tended to follow the rules and stay out of trouble, which was potentially why the young nurse hadn’t thought to lock her screen in the first place. If a student with a worse reputation were in my place, Tessa would probably be more careful. Or maybe I was overthinking things, and this was just an early morning oversight from someone who hadn’t had her coffee yet. I wanted to look at Raven’s file. And, for once in my life, I actually gave into my impulses. While I wasn’t brave enough to fight back directly, mostly since I was too nervous about the consequences, maybe there would be something in the school’s system that I could use against her. She was just so perfect. At least, that’s how she presented herself. If I could just find one embarrassing detail about her, I could . . . Honestly, I didn’t really have a plan. I wasn’t exactly the most popular girl, nor were my friends. But still. It would be satisfying to see Raven deal with a little teasing from the girls on her squad, if I could somehow anonymously get them the information about whatever I found. Reaching over the desk and turning the monitor slightly towards me, I quickly typed Raven’s name into the search bar, all while fighting my urges to abandon this idea and step back before Nurse Tessa caught me violating the privacy of another student. I knew it was wrong. And I knew how much trouble I could get in. But bullying was also wrong, and Raven had gotten away with that for so long.. I was pretty good with computers. Whatever system the nurse’s office had wasn’t familiar to me, but it was designed fairly intuitively. A few clicks later, and I had Raven’s information pulled up. She wasn’t on any medication, nor did she have any creams or ointments that people could poke fun at her about. Disappointing. Wait. There was a note in another section that made my eyes light up. Bedwetting. As in, currently wetting the bed. I rapidly scanned the page with notes detailing Raven’s situation. She was wearing pull-ups to bed, and Tessa had stocked diapers in case of a daytime need. There was also a log of both Raven’s nighttime accidents, as well as when she was using the bathroom during the day. That made sense. Tracking her body’s habits, to determine what might be causing the problem. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Raven was a bedwetter! And wearing protective underwear appropriate for a girl who couldn’t make it through the night. That was such a bigger secret than what I had been looking for. My mind was racing. I reminded myself that Nurse Tessa could be back any second, and settled on snapping a few quick photos of Raven’s file. Printing the page would have been ideal, but that would require actually going behind the desk. I had already risked a lot just by using the computer for a minute or two. After making sure I put things back exactly like I had found them, I returned to where I had been standing before. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, practically shaking from the thought of what might have happened if I had been caught. Snooping like that was so unlike me, yet it had absolutely been worth it. Tessa returned a minute or two later, and gestured for me to join her in the private room. I was basically on autopilot as she sat me down and cleaned my legs of the debris and the bit of blood from where I had been scraped up. My thoughts were solely on Raven, and how to use this humiliating information against her. The simplest approach would be to simply share the photo with some throwaway email or social media account or something. It wouldn’t take much. One gossip-y girl, and the news would spread like wildfire. Our classmates would do the work for me, and I could safely and anonymously sit back and enjoy watching Raven dealing with her little problem becoming public knowledge. The best part? She would still be a bedwetter. A cheerleader who wore pull-ups to bed, and everyone would know it. That just felt like . . . not enough? I wasn’t sure how to describe it. Unlike Raven, I wasn’t casually cruel, needlessly malicious, or anything like that. But cheerleaders practically made an art form out of saving face when necessary. I only had one shot at using this secret against her, and it would be such a letdown if she somehow downplayed it. Scoffing and claiming Photoshop, spinning some story that shifted the attention in a more positive direction, etc. It was difficult to get into the mind of a cheerleader, when I would have a much worse time defending myself from such an embarrassing allegation. By the time I left the nurse’s office, I had two potential ideas floating around in my mind. Both of them involved using the leverage on Raven directly, since the threat of people learning about her bedwetting and padded underwear was more powerful than simply sharing her secret with the world. Either I could set something up to message her anonymously, or I could confront her face to face. The latter was daunting, of course, since it required standing my ground against the girl I was used to caving to every single time. But I could always take a page out of Raven’s book, and bring Chloe and Nikki with me. Raven had gotten comfortable picking on me without her friends in tow, which is how she first went after me. Though she was smaller, we both knew that I wouldn’t dare push back when I’d just pay for it later. Until now. With my size advantage, and using what I had just discovered as leverage, Raven wouldn’t be able to intimidate me as much. And if I hesitated, thanks to years of bullying making that my instinct, my friends would be there to have my back. It still wasn’t necessarily a plan, but it was something. Provided I could get Chloe and Nikki on board, and convince myself to take such an approach, this could happen as soon as I figured out what exactly I wanted beyond seeing the look on Raven’s face when I informed her I knew about what she had most likely been hiding from literally everyone. Something told me that the kinds of friendships she had weren’t as real as the ones that I had; she wouldn’t dare trust a girl on her squad with anything like that. For the first time in my life, I was struggling to pay attention in class; I was too focused on brainstorming. The more I lived with the idea of making Raven squirm, the more I affirmed with myself that I wanted to do it face to face. She needed to realize there were consequences for her mean girl actions, and that she couldn’t keep strutting around the school as if it were her kingdom. That, and I selfishly enjoyed the thought of flipping the script on her after all this time. By the time school was over, I had a vague plan. A lot of it was contingent on how Raven reacted to her embarrassing little secret being used against her, so I didn’t go too deep into scheming beyond what I had in mind for the first day. Chloe and Nikki were going to come over to my place, as I still hadn’t told them anything; while I trusted them, it made more sense to share my discovery in a private setting, where there was no chance of anyone overhearing the conversation. Chloe and Nikki were identical twins, though most people wouldn’t be able to guess at first glance. They had completely different hairstyles, and their outfits were night and day. While they got along well with each other as sisters, they had outgrown the match-y thing forever ago, and went out of their way to not be viewed as a set of twins. The two of them were intelligent, but tended to be quiet around those they didn’t know very well. I was hoping their strong grades would translate to devious ideas once they heard what I had planned for Raven. At the very least, I knew I could count on them to help me later when standing up to the bitchy cheerleader. At first, they thought I was kidding. As if I had ever told a joke so outlandish and elaborate. Once I showed them the photos of Raven’s file, and said that I had seen the information with my own eyes, they believed me. We shared a bit of laughter at the thought of Raven putting on pull-ups before bed, since it was pretty amusing. One of the most popular girls in school, wearing the kind of protection the average girl hadn’t needed since childhood. Eventually, we settled down and got to work. Inspired by my initial concern about Raven claiming Photoshop to defend herself, I decided to go on the offense with that very program. It was easy to find her social media accounts, which had no privacy settings whatsoever. Chloe and Nikki divided and conquered, looking through her various photos for something that worked for the idea that I had in mind. Meanwhile, I buried myself in the online research required for some of the potential branches for how things would ideally play out with Raven. The only experience I had with pull-ups was a handful of babysitting jobs, and that had been before high school. What I needed to give Raven what she deserved was a bit more involved than what she was currently dealing with at night, and it would be amazing if it ended up working out the way I hoped. By the time we decided to take a break for dinner, I had decided that I didn’t want to wait. All I needed for the first stage of my loose plan was to swing by a pharmacy on the way to school. The sooner Raven was dealt with, the sooner all the girls like me would be free of her nonsense. I didn’t feel so nervous about the confrontation any more, either. Tomorrow morning, Raven was going to be the one flinching. And, if I played my cards right, she was going to have to hide a lot more than just the pull-ups she wore to bed. ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "Raven's Fall" (10+ chapters) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia -
By Annie_Austria · Posted
“Hello Alex, where are you?”, Lila stumbled into the spacious living room and could hardly wait to see her friends again. She had her school bag with her, but it felt somewhat strange now that it was mostly empty. Her mum allowed her to remove all her old schoolbooks. So she felt a little vulnerable, knowing she just had a college block and her pencil case with her. In the end, her beaver Noah decided that he wanted to accompany her on this important step into her new life. What would she have today? Would it be strange and difficult, or maybe interesting and full of the warm and comforting feeling that she felt when she was with her friends. “They are still upstairs,” explained Monica, who was preparing breakfast for her kids. “You are hungry too, aren't you?”, she asked as she saw Lila’s mum and dad following her with a big bag. Her parent's sleepy eyes explained how early they had to get up, to arrive here before school started. So two mugs of coffee found their way into her parent's hands, while Lila was heading upstairs looking for her friends. “She is coming,” she heard Lukas excited voice announcing while she was walking up the stairs. Lila just embraced the little boy and, for a brief moment, wished she could go with him to preschool. “I am ready,” she heard Georg’s voice in what had to be Alex's room. “Lila, we wish you a happy new start of school with us”, she heard her friend approaching as she came through the door. Her almost adult friend held a big cone that was covered with printed pictures of cartoons and seemed to be filled with something up to the top. “It's a present we would normally give to children starting with their career at school, but since you want to get a fresh start here, we thought you might like it.”, Alex explained and handed her the cone. “It is filled with sweets,” Lukas cheered, eager to get his fair share. Lila took the cone and sniffed a little at the opening that was closed tight with a colorful cord. “Can I open it?”, she asked innocently, not knowing what they were expecting from her. “Sure it is yours,” the teenager encouraged her and embraced her little friend. “Maybe we can try some of them right now,” Lukas suggested, while his puppy-like eyes told her that he was waiting for that all morning long. Lila slowly lowered the yummy cone and while Lukas held it, the tie was ripped open. The two small children in the room quickly realized that the cone was not only packed with yummy stuff, but it also contained some supplies for her new class, and someone put a small booklet on top. ‘My School Friends’ was the title, and as Lila opened it, it had a lot of empty pages, each one for a special person in her new life. Then she pulled a big bag of sweets out, and with a mischievous smile at Lukas, she ripped it open. “Isn't the cone supposed to be just for big grown-up school kids.” She replied in a loving but slightly sarcastic voice that must have told Lukas that she was still willing to share with him. “No ... That is not fair. I am actually already a school starter in kindergarten.” He protested as he noticed the little girl handed him the bag of sweets to choose his favorite bonbon. “Thanks,” she heard the boy mumble as he grabbed a handful and quickly hid it in his pockets before she shared one with Georg and Alex as well. “I am sure you will be the best first-grader next fall.” Lila assured him as she quickly cuddled the little boy. “Kids ... Breakfast is ready!” she heard Monika yelling from downstairs. It was like the start signal for a group of buffaloes, and even Lila could not help as she quickly hurried downstairs holding the cone still in her hand. The breakfast smelled yummy, and the kids quickly found their seats on the bench, squiring Lila in next to Alex. “Oh, you got a new school cone,” Maria was astonished by the idea of the siblings. “Sure, she is starting school with us again. I think it is also a symbol to have a fresh start.” Alex explained her reason for the childish present. “I want Lila to become comfortable going to school again after all that has happened to her.” The little girl next to her felt strange, reminded about all the things that had happened in her old school and her fear that she had to face all that again. Alex had promised to protect her and make sure that she was ok, but what could she do against the demons of her past? She could not even raise her voice against her teachers, could she? “Is everything ok?”, Maria asked her daughter as she noticed the worries in her face. Should she ask mum if she would let her stay at home? At least for today until her mum and dad would be here with her. On the other hand, she did not want to disappoint her new friends. She cuddled with her teenage guardian, but it still was not enough to fill the void and insecurity in her heart. “You want to cuddle a little with me,” her mummy finally suggested and lifted her little girl up and right on her lap. “Are you still afraid?”, her mum wanted to know. “I want to go with them, but I still cannot forget my worries.”, she confessed. “Do you want to sit with me until you feel better?” her mum offered, slowly rocking her like a baby in her arms. Shyly Lila nodded. “I just need to...” she said, slightly embarrassed about her childish needs that she had to rely on before she could face the first hours in her new school. “Here for you, Lukas.”, Monica said as she handed him the baby bottle before a second later another one found its way into Lila’s hands. She was feeling uncomfortable in front of Georg, but at the same time, she knew that it was what she needed to get ready for her new adventures. She stopped while she looked over to the bigger boy on the table. He would not make fun of her, not after all they experienced together on their vacation, would he? “You can take it, I will not laugh at you.” He promised as if her question was written in big shiny letters over her face. “Mummy and Alex explained to me that you may need that for a little longer.” Her mum softly wiggled her child so that she was comfortable lying in her arms. “It will help you, I promise,” she assured her as she took the bottle and held it right for her child to drink. Lila felt her longing for the childish but so relaxing attention and just let her resistance go. She took the treat in her mouth and immediately felt all the support of her mummy that loaded her batteries for another day at school. Slowly she drank the yummy bottle of cocoa as the disturbing memories of her old middle school life disappeared and made room for a new, different experience in the future. When the colorful drink bottle was finally empty, Lila was thankful that she could rest in mummy’s lap and shared two sweet breads with her. Slowly her mum's love swapped over her, and as their breakfast came to an end, she could not think of anything that could make her sad. Everything would be fine, as long as the connection between them gave her this warm and calming feeling of being her child. Suddenly, the need to pee woke her from the rest on her mother's lap. For a second, she was eager to get up and run over to the bathroom before she noticed her slightly wet diaper she wore under her dress. The little girl did not want to leave her mum’s side and quickly decided that she would not run to the potty. She just relaxed herself and noticed the warm feeling spread in her crotch. And she saw her mum's face smiling at her as she became aware of what her kid just did. “We should head upstairs to get my little one ready for her day at school.” Lila noticed her mummy's love in her voice, and slightly also recognized that she liked that she could care for her girl again. Lila did not want to leave her mother's side. They would leave anyway while she was at school with Alex. So she didn't want to miss a single second with her mummy. “Do you need to go potty before you head to school?” she wanted to know. And just as it was a reminder, she noticed her little girl closed her eyes and just tried to poop herself. For a moment, her mum thought about stopping her. She could insist that she go to the loo for that, but she just looked so cute and innocent. But no ... she decided as she remembered Lila's carefree vacation and all the good times they had there. The light smell of poop came to her mummy's nose. “It's okay, my baby” she said as they were arriving in the upstairs bathroom and her mum placed her on the soft changing table. “Are you done?”, her mum asked her child as she opened her eyes? She gave her a kiss on her belly while she lifted her dress. “It's just I could not ... “ Her mum already removed the first tape. “You want to try on the toilet?”, she offered her girl another opportunity. Lila thought for a moment. The loo meant being alone, it was cold, and she remembered all her struggles in school. No! She shook her head. “You had an accident in your sleep tonight, so I don't think your tummy is full anyway. And if you need a fresh diaper or want to try to go to the loo, you can always ask for help in school. Your teachers know that you might need their help.” But talking to them was not an option for the little girl. If she stopped the mute silence, they would for sure let her do all the difficult equations again. And she would feel alone, overwhelmed, and powerless. She shook her head and denied this option to solve her problem. Today would just be a short day. It was Friday. And she will be back playing with her friends in no time. As her mum wiped her clean, she clearly saw that her daughter did not go poopy in her Pampers. The smell must have been a false alarm, and the adult thought of long gone times when Lila was a baby, and she changed her just to see that her daughter did not go at all. “You are ready for school.” She kissed her child, who was smiling. Lila looked down. Actually, she did not feel ready, but she never was. “You will make it”, she assured her. “Pauline promised that she would not start too fast today and give you some time to arrive in your new class.” Lila nodded, at least she would not face the binomial formulas today. Her mum let her hop on the ground before her mum helped her to make her dress look good and to make sure her diaper was well covered beneath the slightly childish-looking summer dress. When the four kids were ready to walk out of the door with their bags, their mummies kissed them on the cheeks and sent them off. Alex took Lukas and Lila by her hand. Together they walked to the school, while at the same time an elderly lady wearing a beautiful flowery dress and a golden necklace was knocking on Paul's and Monica's door. #### Info: This episode features a tradition that is mostly common in german speaking european countries. The “Schultüte” (word to word translation School Bag(meaning cone in that context)) is a cardboard cornet filled with sweets and little presents that children usually are given on their first day of school. If you want to know more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schultüte Sometimes tradition spreads with globalization so it would be interesting if you know this tradition in your country, so if you want you can write a comment and give me feedback about that too. 🙂 -
Part 34 Later that evening, after dinner and a quiet stretch of board games, Betsy’s mom gently asked her to take a shower and let us know when she was ready on the changing table. It was part of the nightly routine, but tonight carried a different weight. As Betsy headed off, her mom turned to me with a calm but firm expression. Her voice was steady, deliberate. “If you want to continue helping with Betsy’s diapering,” she said, “you must follow my instructions exactly.” I nodded, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “She’s currently on her period and using a tampon,” she continued. “That’s her personal responsibility, and you are not allowed to assist with anything related to it. In the morning, after you remove her diaper, you’ll need to step out of the room so she can manage that part privately. I’ve already explained this to her.” She paused, making sure I understood. “If either of us finds out that you’ve intervened in any way,” she said, “you will no longer be permitted to help with her diapering.” Her words weren’t harsh—they were protective. Clear boundaries, spoken with care. I nodded again, quietly absorbing the trust she was placing in me, and the responsibility that came with it. I nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am, I understand. Her tampon is off-limits, and I won’t touch it.” As we sat waiting for Betsy to finish her shower, my thoughts drifted. I was curious—wondering what a tampon looked like when it was in use—but I reminded myself that respecting her privacy mattered more. What mattered most was continuing to care for her in the ways I was trusted to, without crossing any lines. Because being part of her care meant honoring the boundaries that had been set. A few minutes later, Betsy called out to let us know she was ready for her diaper change. The three of us walked into the bedroom together. Betsy was already lying on the changing table, her towel folded neatly beside her. As I stepped closer, I noticed a thin white string emerging from her vaginal area. I paused, unsure, still processing what I was seeing. Her mom, standing beside me, spoke gently. “That’s how a tampon is removed,” she explained, her voice calm and reassuring. “Just go ahead and get Betsy into her diaper like it’s not even there.” I nodded, grateful for her guidance. I focused on what I knew—fastening the diaper with care, making sure Betsy was comfortable, and keeping the moment simple and respectful. It wasn’t about understanding everything right away. It was about showing up, listening, and learning how to be there for someone in the right way. I began gathering everything I needed to diaper Betsy, but the sight of the string emerging from her vaginal area made me unexpectedly nervous. Honestly, I think I was more anxious than the very first time I’d ever diapered her. It wasn’t just the mechanics—it was the weight of responsibility, the awareness of boundaries, and the fear of doing something wrong. As I started applying ointment to her front, I hesitated. The string was in the way, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked up, uncertain. Her mom noticed and reassured me gently. “It’s okay to move it aside while you apply the ointment or baby powder,” she said. “Just don’t pull it out.” I nodded, grateful for her calm guidance. I carefully finished applying the ointment and powder to all the right spots, still feeling a bit tense. As I pulled the front of the diaper through Betsy’s legs and reached to pin it together, my hand slipped—and I accidentally pricked her with the diaper pin. It was the first time I’d ever done that. I froze, horrified, but before I could apologize, both moms burst out laughing. Their laughter was light, not mocking—just the kind that comes from shared experience and knowing it’s okay to make mistakes. Betsy’s mom smiled and said, “You did a great job getting the diaper on.” Then she added with a playful smirk, “But tomorrow, when you’re cleaning her up, you’d better not touch that tampon.” I looked at her and said simply, “Okay.” The next morning, we groggily rolled out of bed and made a beeline for breakfast. Betsy, ever the queen of routine, had her priorities locked in: waffles first, diaper drama later. She perched in her soggy little throne like a pint-sized monarch, legs swinging, syrup smeared across her cheek, refusing to be dethroned until every last bite was conquered. Once her royal feast was complete, it was time to face the inevitable: the soggy diaper. I braced myself for the cleanup operation, armed with wipes, ointment, and the kind of determination reserved for early morning missions. And let me tell you—while I was fully committed to getting Betsy’s bottom sparkling clean, I wasn’t going anywhere near that tampon. Not even close. After making sure she was clean and comfortable, I stepped out of the bedroom to give her privacy while she managed that part herself. A few minutes later, she called out to let me know it was okay to come back in. When I returned, Betsy was still lying on the changing table, not yet dressed. I glanced at her, then at the string that peeked out—a quiet reminder of the changes she was going through. It wasn’t shocking anymore, just… new. Something I was going to have to get used to. Not because it was strange, but because it was part of growing up—for both of us. About a week later, we all decided to head into town to catch a movie. Betsy was especially excited—she’d been counting down the days, talking about it nonstop. She practically buzzed with anticipation, determined not to miss a single moment. Just before we left, she pulled me aside, her voice quiet and a little sheepish. “Can you diaper me before we go?” I blinked. “You want to wear a diaper during the day?” She nodded, her expression earnest. “I just know I’ll have to pee during the movie, and I really don’t want to miss any of it.” I shrugged. “Okay, if that’s what you want, I can make it happen. Just remember—this was your idea, not mine.” We headed to the bedroom, and without hesitation, Betsy hopped up onto the changing table, still fully dressed. She gave me a look—confident, trusting. Like she knew I’d handle it. So I did. Once she was changed, I found a long shirt that hung low enough to hide the diaper completely. She twirled once in front of the mirror, satisfied, and we were off. We slipped into the movie theater without drawing a single glance. Our moms, ever generous, handed us the largest drinks on the menu and a bucket of buttery popcorn. I shot a look at Betsy, raising an eyebrow as I handed her the cup. She grinned, already sipping, and I could practically hear the countdown in my head. That drink was going to make its way through her system long before the credits rolled. But she didn’t care. She was there for the movie—every minute of it. And I was there to help make that happen. About halfway through the film, Betsy began bouncing her right leg—subtle at first, then more insistent. I knew exactly what that meant. She was holding it. Five minutes later, the movement stopped, and a faint, satisfied smile crept across her face. I didn’t need to ask. I already knew. When the credits rolled, our moms made a beeline for the restroom. Betsy’s mom turned to her and asked, “Do you need to go?” Betsy shook her head casually. “Nope, I’m good.” As we stepped out of the theater into the warm afternoon light, I gently placed my hand on the back of her jeans and felt the fullness beneath. On the way to the car, her little waddle was unmistakable—endearing, even. Each step added to the charm of the moment, like she was carrying a secret only we understood. But that moment didn’t last. As we reached the car, her mom called her over. Without warning, she lifted Betsy’s T-shirt and pressed her hand against the front of her jeans. “Why are you wearing a diaper?” she asked sharply. “And why is it wet?” Before I could process what was happening, her mom began tugging down her jeans. Betsy’s eyes widened in shock. “Not here!” she cried, her voice cracking. “People will see my diaper!” Her mom didn’t flinch. “That’s not my concern,” she replied. “I’m making sure it’s not going to leak onto my car seat. We’ll talk about this when we get home.” -
By Little BabyDoll Christine · Posted
There is plenty of overlap between LG and Sissy outfuts. The only differences are that Sissies overdo the frills and the Sissy "babydoll" lets the panties show a bit As to the whys and wherefores, there are 4 threads around here, by Sissies, trying to figure out what a sissy is. IRL, "sissy" references an 8-14 year old boy, lacking in the more forward boyish qualities, defining him as girlish by the absence of these qualities, in an effeminate rather than feminine way. Now, you would think that would fall right into AK here. However, itr does not, it comes from BESM>FemDom, I gathered this some years ago by the fact that, judging from the multipe threads by sissies trying to define it, it does not "resolve" clearly. Also, given all that it includes, it also seems to be a catch-all for things that do not quite fit elsewhere but seem to be vaguely related to humiliation via gender-shaming using ffeminine stereotyping in a negative way -
I'm assuming you mean Racketys. I wear them all day nearly every day. Good quality in every respect in my view, and good value too. Wash them at 30 degrees, and go easy on the heat when you're drying them - the same as any cotton T-shirt. Get one to start with, to get the size right. I wear L - I'm 5ft9in & fairly slim.
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