pink nappies

I have often thought of having my characters cross-over, simply because I often get stuck with writers block and having my own characters interact can spiral very quickly into something large. However, I've always resisted because I feel like once they cross there's no going back. Sure, they clearly live in the same universe, but having them meet starts to lock in things like time and location. Maybe it will only happen once I'm convinced that I'll never revisit the characters by themselves, which I can not honestly say right now. As for crossing over with another author, there are lots of interesting characters that I'd like to work with from stories I've read, and even art I've seen on places like DA. The reason I won't ever actually go near it is simple: I wouldn't want someone using my characters in a cross over story and so it would be awfully unreasonable of me to expect the same. You gotta stick to your principles.

Definitely plastic! And it has nothing to do with the sounds or the babyish feel or anything like that. Since I wear diapers to bed, I find that cloth backed diapers can get caught on the sheets which can result in the diaper getting yanked out of place, resulting in leaks. Plastic backed diapers slide smoothly over them for a far more comfortable night.

Again, I thank you all for the gracious comments. It's quite heart warming to be mentioned in a topic not directly related to my stories, and I always feel surprised when I see Mimi or Amy pop up around the place. However, if you were trying to infer that I am somehow a talented writer who uses all kinds of literary techniques then I'm afraid you give me far more credit than I deserve. I basically just write as it flows out of me and have never intended to foreshadow anything. On the contrary, when I read back over my old work I always see lots of missed opportunities where it looks like I'm foreshadowing certain events but those events never even come close to happening because I wasn't even thinking about it. I'd say that the only reason it might look like I know what I'm doing is because my stories are simply just predictable. Still thrilled that people like to read them though!

I'm not going to lie WelcomeBackDaddy, I am very difficult to please when it comes to stories. I'm afraid I haven't read any of yours because they don't meet my strict criteria, coupled with my previously mentioned aversion to stories I know have been written by guys. As such, I really can't coment on how well you write female characters but I'm sure you're better than most, as I'm sure you can agree given the calibre of AB/DL fiction that appears on most sites these days.

Ah, this really does never get old. It must be my macho screen name and avatar. I'm afraid to say that I am a very poor example of what you were trying to show, as I really dislike male characters and avoid writing them wherever possible. Of course, there is a difference between background characters that populate most fictional worlds and the protagonists into whom the author invests much of their self. I will never ever write a single solitary sentence with a male leading character for personal reasons, but I probably couldn't even if I wanted to. The sad truth is that I just find it too difficult to write out of my comfort zone and it is almost impossible for me to get into the right frame of mind to create a male character. As such I avoid them wherever I can, even very minor characters. I realise that the single mother is such an AB/DL cliche, but if I ever try and bring a father into the action it just seems laboured. However, I can't see any reason to omit male characters other than the one I just gave, so I can't see why it has become such a cliche... I will also add that because AB/DL authors are for the most part amateurs, it is often blatantly obvious when a male author is writing against their gender, usually because the character is based on a fantasy of the guy writing it. Now of course this doesn't apply to everyone and it may well be true of female authors too, but I obviously can't comment as well on that. For this reason I try to avoid looking at the author before I read a new story, but the gender usually becomes clear quite quickly. For me, once I find out that I'm reading a story about a girl written by a guy, it can often ruin an otherwise perfectly good story.

This could be a good idea for a story if it was much, much slower. You have rushed into one paragraph what should take several chapters of situation building. As it stands now the story is completely unbelievable. The character Amy barely says two words, we have no background at all and her mother gives little reason for her actions. I want to encourage you so I will say I'd like to see this story made into more. Try taking only the first sentence and turning it into a whole chapter. Then you might be onto something.

I am loathe to advertise too many other sites because 1) I don't think its allowed, and 2) because they can be quite specific and I don't want to direct people there who may not appreciate it. So I'll just say that at some point I intend to post both finished stories on the Diaper Space forums, as I guess they will let just about anyone join and look around. As for why its a burnt bridge... because I set it on fire.

Sorry if I've kept anyone stringing along but I feel I should make this clear now. This story will not be continued on this site. Anyone who follows the story on one of the other sites I post on can find it being updated there. With regards to Mimi, this site is a burnt bridge to me. If I had the power to delete this whole topic I would, and I beseech anyone reading this who has that power to please do.

Thankyou for the warm comments. I actually struggle a lot with spelling and grammar, which is part of the reason it takes me so long to update a story. I would imagine the same goes for other people as well, which is why I try not to be too harsh on people who lack good grammar. As for Mimi's struggle...well, to be honest I'd hoped it was obvious that it isn't being continued on this site. I don't want to say any more on the subject, but if you still want to read it you can find it updated on the various other sites that I post on. I just thought of another thing that I really go for in a story: minimal character description. It might sound strange but I prefer to use my imagination to picture the characters as I think they would be, as I often find that the detailed description given by the author just doesn't fit the way I think the character is developing. It has already been mentioned before by someone else, but in my opinion the block description is usually a sign of poor writing and an uninteresting story to follow (you know the ones "Girl X was your average 5'2" petite blonde with blues eyes, a nice body, short skirt, blah blah).

Unfortunately, the sequel might take some time to get going as I intend to finish my various other projects first. I do have it all planned out though, so I'm only waiting for a good, solid time to start getting it down.

Just thought I'd throw in my opinion since I can liberally class myself as an author, though I am guilty of just about every crime there is... I am VERY picky when it comes to reading stories. As such I can honestly say I only enjoy maybe 1 out of every 50 diaper stories that I try to read, which means there aren't many that I've ever enjoyed. I guess thats why I write myself, as I tend to write stories the way I would want to read them. Male characters are out altogether, except for maybe minor roles. This stems from my need to be able to relate to the story in some fashion (and hence why my stories are always at least partly autobiographical), and also from my lousy experience with DL guys in general. I'm not into furry or anything else like that, which seems slightly hypocritical of me since one of my favourite sites is in fact furry themed. I'm not into AB; any babying other than the natural babyish feelings from someone who needs to wear diapers can stay right out. I'm also not into DL, so if a character wears diapers just for fun or begins to feel attracted to their diapers I immediately lose interest. I prefer the character in diapers to be my age or younger, again because I need some way to relate. It has to be fairly non-sexual. I mean, there can be love and affection so long as it stays cute and never gets any heavier. I actually don't mind if the grammar and spelling isn't perfect, but I think there is a direct link between the quality of writing and quality of grammar. The writer of a story that is very poorly written is simply not very smart, and it isn't likely to be very good. There some things I do like though, so its not all about restrictions! I like characters in diapers because they need them, whether they accept it or have to be made to wear them for their own good. A personal favourite is the character who is clearly losing control but refuses to admit it, resisting diapers for as long as they can as their accidents get worse. I also love laziness in characters (not writers!). A character who slips back into diapers due to sheer laziness or absent mindedness is a big win for me. Someone asked a little earlier about 3rd person perspective vs 1st person. I have to say that 3rd person is often the safest simplest bet, though 1st person can be good if its done well. For 1st person to work there needs to be some reason for it, and for me that means getting a unique view that we wouldn't otherwise get, while at the same time being denied any thoughts of the other characters. The view needs to be somewhat skewed from that characters perspective, almost to the point where we as the reader begins to feel that we aren't getting the whole picture. Then we can truly feel like we're getting into this character's mind.

Chapter 21 In light of the day’s activities, I decided not to push Amy any more before she went to bed. The diaper change right after I had caused her to mess herself was awkward enough; I didn’t want to add insult by reminding her that she didn’t need diapers. What was I going t do? Her parents were coming back the very next evening, and the way things were going I was pretty much screwed. As it was our last night together, I let Amy stay up a little later than usual and ordered take-out for us to enjoy while we watched a movie. My guilt getting the better of me, not only did I let her choose the movie but I went and paid for the take-out with my own money rather than the budget left by Rebecca’s parents. I also let Amy cover her diaper, since I knew she was suddenly feeling very self conscious about it. She was bound to have another accident, and I’d rather she could just go without worrying that I could see. It seemed to work and we spent a pleasant evening talking about all the fun we had had during my time with her. Of course I subtly reminded her that it was going to be great to see her parents again, but still I was happy that the two weeks had gone by so successfully. Well, relatively anyway. There was only one course of action left to try. It was desperate I knew, but it may well have been the last chance I would have to save the situation. I awoke reasonably early for my final day with Amy, probably because my mind was so occupied with her parents’ imminent return. Fortunately, Amy was already awake when I got downstairs, probably for the same reasons. “Excited to see your mom and dad again?” I announced, landing on the sofa next to Amy. “I guess…” she replied rather unenthusiastically. “Oh come on! Think of all the presents they will have brought you back from vacation.” “Really?! You think they did?” Amy said, suddenly a lot more interested. “Of course! That’s what happens. And I bet they missed you so much that they bought extra stuff just to see the look on your face.” “Wow! I never knew that! I can’t wait!” About midway through the conversation I had started to change Amy’s diaper, hoping that all the talk about material gain would distract her from what I had to do. “All done!” Amy just stared at me blinking, clearly not understanding why I had put her in panties instead of a diaper. “Your parents are back today hun, so that means no more diapers, right?” I clarified. “Oh, okay.” “And that means you gotta use the bathroom every time now, no more going potty in your pants, okay?” “But what if I…” Amy began but couldn’t bring herself to finish. It would seem that she wasn’t as prepared for this eventuality as she had previously let on. “Don’t worry Amy. I know you can do it.” I encouraged, hoping it would be enough to make her snap out of her diaper dependence. All she needed was a little incentive. “Without a bulky diaper in the way, going to the bathroom with be a piece of cake, right?” Amy seemed to process this for a while. It was clear that being enclosed in a diaper had never been a factor for Amy in how easy it was to use the bathroom. To be honest, as far as I was aware she had never tried. Still, she was a smart girl and could see my logic, regardless of how readily it applied to her. “Right, piece of cake!” she concluded. It was kind of weird, but now that I watched Amy toddle away without a diaper on for the first time in nearly two weeks, I was reminded just how old she was. She was a teenager after all, and regularly acted like it, but when it came to her attitude towards paying attention to her own toilet habits she had been acting as though she was still a toddler. I realised that that’s how I had come to view Amy, made all the more easy by the fact that I was still technically babysitting her like she was unable to look after herself. Maybe she wasn’t. As I worked tirelessly to ensure that the house would be absolutely pristine for her parents return, I subconsciously kept my eyes and ears open for any sign that Amy might need help. If I was perfectly honest with myself, the house hadn’t looked that great when I had first arrived some two weeks before, so now, in light of all my rigorous cleaning, I was tempted to say that the house actually looked better now. Still, the fear of somehow displeasing Rebecca’s parents lingered ever on in my mind and so I continued my chores; cleaning what were by now the same places over and over again, as though I had suddenly become a perfectionist. Time flew by until my concentration was abruptly interrupted by an unfamiliar sound. My attention immediately shifted as I sought confirmation in my own mind. Sure enough, I could still hear the faint but unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing. Forgetting myself entirely, I abandoned my current task and made for the staircase. What exactly I was going to do when I got there I had no idea. Congratulate Amy? Play it cool and pretend I was there for a different reason? Do nothing at all? It wasn’t until I got to the top of the stairs and saw Amy walking away from my direction and into her room that my mind made up its own… er, mind. “Amy” I called out all too late. I sometimes really wish that my brain would communicate better with my other faculties, as then I might not make a constant embarrassment of every situation. In this particular scenario, my brain was so intent on having my mouth say something encouraging to Amy, that it never got the message from my eyes that I was actually looking at her bare backside. Instinctively, Amy spun around at my calling, quickly using the clothes that I now noticed she was carrying to cover her modesty. It’s funny how you can change an adolescent girl’s diapers without her so much as blinking, but catch that same girl naked by accident and suddenly her modesty washes over everything like a tidal wave. Some situations are just different I guess. “What happened?” I followed, not waiting for Amy to respond. Clearly I was too slow to piece the clues together, as Amy stood there half naked holding her wet pants looking as though she had stolen every cookie from the cookie jar. Amy took a deep breath and closed her eyes, perhaps as a last defence against the inevitable tears. “I had an accident! I tried to make it but I couldn’t and then I went on the floor but I cleaned it up afterwards but my pants were still wet and, and, and…” Amy had not only run out of breath after her little tirade but she had also run out of defences, and so the tears began to flow freely. “I’m so sorry…” she mumbled through sobs. At least it explained why I had heard the toilet flush. Presumably she had cleaned up her accident with toilet paper and then disposed of the evidence. I would be able to check later, but right now there was a more pressing concern. “Shhh.” I cooed, gently relieving her of her tell-tale garments and setting them on the floor to the side so I could give her a hug. “It was just an accident, okay? Accidents are nothing to get upset about.” I said, ruffling her hair. Amy’s face remained buried in my shoulder, so I decided to give her a few moments to calm down. Soon I felt her grip lessen slightly, which I took as a signal to continue. Without saying anything, I ushered her into the bathroom, helped her get undressed, and turned on the shower. True to her word, Amy had actually cleaned up her accident, as I could see no sign of it. Still, I made a mental note to give the floor a good clean with disinfectant once Amy was out of the shower. Leaving Amy to it, I retrieved her wet clothes from the hall, realising that there was now at least one chore that genuinely needed doing before her parents returned. Throwing them into the otherwise empty laundry basket, I decided to help Amy by setting some clean clothes out for her, and so I entered the bedroom. It was a good job that I had, because instantly I became aware of something not right. There on the floor was a far less effectively cleaned wet patch, clearly the result of Amy’s accident. I was a little dismayed, but not entirely surprised. No wonder the bathroom floor had looked so clean; she hadn’t been anywhere near making it to the bathroom after all. There was no time to lose. Assembling the various things that I needed, I had the floor cleaned before Amy got out of the shower. To be fair to Amy, I wasn’t expecting miracles with her first try out of diapers after such a long time in them, and so when she returned to her room I was all ready to help her get dressed back into grown up panties with some choice encouraging words. I hoped it would not only make Amy feel better, but give us both some confidence before I tended to the most recent chore. When it happened again I was less confident. Having decided to take a break, I went into the living room to join Amy in watching T.V and to inquire as to what she might want for lunch. It couldn’t have been more obvious. Amy was lying on the sofa on her side resting her head in her hand, her front on full display to me as I walked in, including the large wet stain on the front of her shorts that ran down the side and onto the very expensive couch. Amy hadn’t even noticed. By the third time it was pretty much game over. I stood in what was once a completely clean kitchen, trying to comfort Amy who knelt on the floor in her third pair of wet shorts that day. At least she had plopped to the floor and stayed in one spot, childish though it may have been, while she was having her accident. Cleaning up after her would have been a much bigger job had she decided to come running to find me, dripping as she went. Fortunately, she had simply opted to cry to get my attention. Well she now had it. Amy’s crying had subsided at least, though she still stubbornly professed her innocence. I just didn’t know what I was going to do with her. All the while I was doing my best to comfort her; my mind was actually panicking like no other. What could I do? As soon as the phone rang, I knew what would have to be done. Saying nothing to Amy I entered the living room, praying for anything but the obvious, and answered. Of course it was her parents. The taxi ride back from the airport was going to take less than an hour. I was officially screwed. “It’ll be our little secret, okay?” I whispered to Amy in as light hearted a way as I could manage. “Hehe, okay!” she replied, clearly not understanding the severity of the situation. I could only imagine that to Amy it all seemed like a big game. She also seemed surprisingly nonchalant, considering that I had assured her she would be dry by the time her parents came back, yet here I was putting her back into a diaper. Sometimes, the only option left is plan Z. “Hey, not so fast squirt!” I called as Amy leapt off the bed once her diaper was in place. “We’re not done here missy.” Having searched for the longest, darkest, baggiest shorts that I could find, I quickly pulled them up over Amy’s diaper, followed by an equally styled shirt. The façade only had to last until I could make my excuses and leave, then I would be free. I felt like a criminal plotting their getaway, setting in place my deceptions until I could make my escape. There was no time to wash Amy’s last load of soiled clothes, so it would just have to remain secret for the time being: another factor in my getaway. My bags were already long packed and waiting by the door. The final moments before judgement were spent rather anticlimactically snuggling with Amy on the sofa. Very few words were spoken, and in fact I suspected that Amy had dozed off on my lap at some point. It hadn’t really hit me yet. Not fully anyway. These last two weeks had been some of the most fun I’d ever had, but it was all drawing to an end. I’d done a reasonable job, I thought, and thoroughly enjoyed myself to boot. Maybe there was a career in this somewhere? Ha, someone as irresponsible as me had more chance of winning the lottery, I mused, though that too was also a good career choice in my books. Would I ever see Amy again? It dawned on me, though deep down I had known it for quite some time, that I had grown very fond of Amy, you could almost say attached. It felt like she could easily be my sister or even my best friend. Friend: was that sad? She was several years younger than me, in the prime of her teens, which I was very close to leaving… But some people in the world just click, regardless of age, through some stronger connection. I wasn’t too sure how that made me feel, especially because of the other realisation that crept from deep down inside me, from my darker side: After what I’d done to her, would they ever let me see Amy again? This time I definitely did feel something: sadness. Quietly, I began to cry. The ringing of the doorbell seemed to wake us both up with a start. Luckily, my tears had dried. Of course the doorbell was just for politeness, as the true owners of the house then opened the door and let themselves in. “Hey Amy, that must be your mom and dad!” Amy looked a little startled from having just been woken up, but still she sprang into action. “Hey guys, we’re back!” Rebecca’s mom said as we came out to meet them in the hallway. They had sure brought a lot of stuff back with them, and were in very high spirits. “Hey mom, dad.” Amy said with a level of maturity I had not seen from her this whole two weeks. Casually she hugged them both and kissed them on the cheek. I laughed a little inside. Clearly, being with her parents brought out the teenager in Amy, the young adult she really was. I remember being exactly the same not so long ago. “So, did you guys get on okay? No troubles?” Amy and I looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before saying “Everything was fine!” almost in unison. We spent quite a long time talking in the hallway about the kind of things we got up to, how their holiday had been, and other such pleasantries. I deemed it easily long enough to fulfil the obligation of politeness, so at an appropriate lull in conversation, I made my attempt to leave. “Oh, won’t you stay with us a little longer? Rebecca should also be home sometime this evening.” Amy’s mom said, clearly intent on trapping me and exposing my failings (or so the little red guy on my shoulder told me). While it would have been nice to see Rebecca after so long, I knew I couldn’t linger around. Everyone was riding on a high, I didn’t want to wait around and risk ruining it. In truth I didn’t know what I would do if I had to explain there and then why Amy was asking me for a diaper change. “Thanks, but I promised I’d call in on my own parents. I haven’t seen them in over two weeks now.” I lied, hoping it would be enough to get me out. “No problem Mio, but would you do me a favour?” “Sure, what is it?” “Stop by sometime so we can have a real catch up? I’m sure we’d all like to see you again.” “I promise.” And that was it. I grabbed my bags and stepped out of the door closing it, and the vacation, behind me. Not five steps down the driveway I heard the front door open and close again. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. “Goodbye Mio!” Amy squealed as she threw herself into my arms, forcing me to drop my bags. She didn’t seem upset at all, and I suspected she was just happy at the fun times we had, which made me glad. “Bye bye Amy.” Was all I could think of to say back, as I hugged her tightly. Oh who was I kidding? I couldn’t resist doing it one last time. Looking over her shoulder to make sure no one else was standing by the door, I gave her baggy shorts a quick tug. Like she had done so many times before, and always without a fuss, Amy happily let me get on with it as I checked her diaper. All dry. “Good girl!” I said, looking into her eyes. Amy beamed at me. “And remember, our little secret.” Later that evening I sat in my apartment in relative silence, content to think back on the events of the last two weeks. I certainly hadn’t gotten as much work done as I’d have liked, but somehow I didn’t care. I lost all track of time lost in my own little world, but it took the phone ringing to snap me out of my reminiscing. “Hello?” “Mio?” I immediately recognised the voice speaking to me from the other end. It was the same voice that I had talked to over the phone countless times in my youth, and somehow it had never changed, at least not to me. I smiled, happy to hear that voice. “Hey Rebecca! What’s up?” My best friend, whose house I had been living in for the last two weeks, got straight to the point. “What have you done to my sister?” The End Watch this space for the sequel!

Chapter 20 Amy showed vague interest in my little outburst, but I hadn’t even begun to think things through so I opted to just dismiss it as nothing for the time being. We were both tired, especially Amy, but this needed addressing right now before it got far too late. Amy was already a bed wetter: that much I knew, and I was pretty sure she was prone to the occasional day time accidents, but I couldn’t assume that she was ever diapered for it by her parents. However, in the space of around ten days I had somehow managed to make her diaper dependant as though nothing was unusual. I couldn’t even fathom explaining that to her parents, but at the same time they might actually understand what I had done. Maybe they had even thought about doing it too? And besides, if they knew about her accidents already, was it fair of them to expect me to be cleaning up the whole time? Immediately I reprimanded myself for this thought. They were paying me good money to look after Amy, what I had done was nothing short of selfish laziness. No matter how comfortable Amy might have felt, it didn’t change that fact. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to take Amy back out of diapers, to get her paying attention to her accidents again? Rebecca’s parents would be back the day after tomorrow, so whatever I decided to do I only had one full days grace. “Hey, Amy.” I said coyly, deciding to inform her of my decision. Right away she shuffled across the sofa so that she was leaning against me, indicating that I had her attention. “You know your parents get back the day after tomorrow, right?” “Awww, but we’re having so much fun!” “I know, it’s been great, huh? But don’t you wanna see your mom and dad again?” “I guess so…” I knew the answer was secretly no; I felt the same at her age. Two weeks was hardly long enough to give teenagers a good taste of independence. Fearing that our conversation was going off track I brought it back around to the point as tactfully as I could. “So everything should be ready for when they get back, right?” “Uh-huh.” By the look on Amy’s face I knew she thought I was implying cleaning. In truth there was very little to do around the house but her belief served my purposes so I didn’t feel the need to reassure her right then. “And you need to be out of diapers, okay?” “Okay.” And just like that, Amy agreed with me. Fearing resistance, I was preparing all kinds of reasoning to encourage her out of diapers, but it seems like I completely underestimated her maturity. I had guessed she wouldn’t understand exactly why she couldn’t wear them anymore, since she had slipped back into them so easily, but evidently I was wrong. In light of such successful negotiations and because she had had such a tiring day, I decided to show some lenience. “That’s great Amy!” I beamed, letting her know I was proud of her for not making a fuss, “Don’t worry about it for today, but tomorrow we can try keeping you dry, okay?” “Okay.” She answered, as though it was never going to be a problem. I should have known things would not go so easily. The next day I made sure I got up nice and early to devote almost a full day to re-potty training Amy, as well as to do a bit of cleaning here and there. Amy wasn’t up when I went downstairs but soon came shortly after for her usual morning change. So far there were no problems since I wasn’t holding out on curing Amy’s bedwetting in the space of one day. As was decided the day before, once in a clean diaper I left Amy to run around with no pants on. Not only would it let me keep an eye on her but it would also make it easier for Amy to use the bathroom, and I reminded her of such during the change. However, not half an hour after being changed she was wet again. We were both sitting on the sofa eating our breakfast in front of the T.V, a rare luxury I allowed, when I glanced down at just the right time to see wetness spread across the front of her diaper. “Amy? Amy, quick, you’re having an accident!” I said as soon as I could process what was happening, hoping to salvage something before the flow stopped. Amy just remained perfectly still as though in a trance until she was thoroughly finished wetting. “Ooops...” was all she could say while looking sheepish for about five seconds before returning her attention to the T.V. “Don’t worry about it hun,” I said rather disappointedly, “just remember you’re trying to use the bathroom today, okay?” “Okay.” she said rather dejectedly. “Sometimes I have accidents in the morning when I wake up… ” Of course! I remembered back to the first day I caught her still in her night diaper when she told me her parents let her keep it on for a while. So this was just a normal accident, nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m sorry Amy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure you’ll do good next time, right?” “Right!” she said happily. I felt kinda bad for jumping to conclusions, but still I decided it might be better if I didn’t change her right away, hoping that maybe feeling wet would remind her to use the bathroom. When it happened again a little later I was less hopeful. I had just finished hanging out one last load of washing when I realised Amy hadn’t come to me once to ask to use the bathroom. I figured it might be a good idea to go ask her myself, just to remind her in case she wasn’t paying attention. I found her in her room reading a book, but I couldn’t tell just by looking at her diaper whether or not she had wet it again, so I simply asked what I came in to ask. “Hey Amy, do you need the bathroom at all?” The answer was immediately obvious as the young girl just stared down at herself, clearly embarrassed. “Um, I think I had an accident…” she mumbled. “Are you sure?” I said. Ever the optimist I decided to check her diaper anyway, which Amy was used to by now so she just sat back so I could get at her. Sure enough, upon closer inspection her diaper was more than just a little wet. She had clearly had another accident. I wasn’t too surprised to be honest; it was a lot to ask after over a week of letting her just use her diapers like a child. I didn’t say anything as I gently laid her down for a change. “I’m sorry...” She sniffed, “I was trying, and, and…” “Shhhh.” I interrupted before she could get any more upset. The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry. “It was just an accident. The important thing is that you were trying, so everything is okay.” This seemed to make her smile a little, so I just smiled back and gave her lots of encouragement once her new diaper was in place. It was clear that I needed to take a more active role in helping Amy stay dry. After all, it was me who made the decision to put her back in diapers in the first place, and it was pretty unreasonable of me to expect Amy to motivate herself. Thus I decided to spend the rest of the day hanging out with Amy, playing video games and watching T.V together. That way I could keep an eye out for the tell tale signs of her needing the bathroom, and subtly remind her not to be lazy if she had to pee. I didn’t want to harass her too much, but I figured that asking Amy if she needed to use the bathroom every half an hour or so was reasonable enough to ensure that she wouldn’t forget. Of course Amy took everything in her stride, answering me promptly and without any resentment. For the first two hours or so I wasn’t surprised that the answer was always “nope”, but after a while I wondered just how honest she was being since she tended to have accidents quite regularly. If she was holding it, she wasn’t letting on. I guess it didn’t help that we were still playing video games, as even I have a hard time paying attention to anything when you’re half way through kicking someone’s ass… as Amy was doing to me. “Are you sure you don’t need to go?” I asked again, unconvinced this time that she wasn’t holding herself so that she could keep playing. Over the course of the last game, Amy had repositioned herself so that her legs were pressed together, and now she appeared to be rocking gently. It all pointed to one thing. “Uh-huh.” She answered without turning her head from the screen. I wasn’t about to outright accuse her of lying, but at the same time I wasn’t giving up so easily. “Well I’d still like you to try Amy, do you think you could do that?” “But I’m okay, honest! You’re just mad ‘cause I’m kicking your butt!” Amy stuck her tongue out at me but continued to shake on the spot, strengthening my resolve. “Haha, I can’t deny that.” I said, which was true, “but do you still think you could try? For me?” “Oh, okay.” Amy said grudgingly. By now I knew the trick was to convince her it would make me happy; she just couldn’t resist feeling like we were best friends or something. Even so, she seemed reluctant to actually tear herself away from the game. “Come on then.” I said, pausing the game and lifting her up so that I could carry her. Amy let the controller flop lifelessly to the floor as she turned her attention away from what she was doing to me. In retrospect, I wish she hadn’t. As soon as her arms where around my neck I saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp slightly. The arm I was holding underneath her quickly grew warm. “I’m sorry…” was all Amy could mumble, pressing her head into my shoulder and tightening her grip on me. It was clear that me picking her up had caused her to stop focussing on not peeing and lose control. I wanted to say something about it, but before I could think of a nice way to call her out she had started crying. “Shhh, it’s okay.” I said instead, “It was my fault; I shouldn’t have picked you up…” “No!” Amy meeped through tears, not wanting me to let go. “I didn’t know…” Even though I knew she was lying and wouldn’t admit that she had just held on too long, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her. After all, her lie was partly to make me feel better, which made my heart melt. Amy continued to cry while I held her and showed no intention of letting go, wrapping her legs around my waist like a koala bear. I couldn’t see any reason to make her get off, so I just sat down on the bed, her butt now resting on my legs as I rubbed her back to try and calm her down. It seemed to be working, and after a little while her crying subsided and I felt her grip loosen. Amy giggled softly as I caressed her lower back, which only encouraged me to keep soothing her. I used my other hand to slip in between us and rub her tummy, which had been feeling a little tense against me. Amy began to squirm but continued to giggle and loosen her grip, signifying that I was helping her to calm down and feel better. She was clearly relaxing again. Amy continued to relax more and more until I felt her head slip from my shoulder. Her giggling turned into a light grunting. Before I knew what was happening, there suddenly came a loud long fart. It became clear that I had caused her to relax a little too much. “Uh-oh!” I blurted out before I could stop myself. It was obvious what was happening as Amy wriggled futilely for a few moments. Then she burst into tears.

Wow, its been a long time... exactly 5 months in fact. For reasons previously stated I'm sorry its been so long. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story, you'll be pleased to know its almost finished and so I'm now in hussle mode! Chapter 19 The seemingly fearless girl made absolutely no effort to hide what she was doing. In one movement she lowered herself to a squat and assumed the potty position, including all accompanying noises. Amy’s diaper, now sagging a little, began to visibly bulge underneath and expand. She even added a small “ahhh…” to indicate she had finished before standing back up like nothing had even happened. I of course didn’t know what to do. “Can we eat now?” Amy asked innocently. Not being able to react to the situation quick enough, I simply nodded my head, which almost made the situation a whole lot worse. Seeing my approval, Amy poised herself to sit down on the blanket. Luckily, at that very moment my brain caught up with itself and I managed to catch her before she could do any real damage. For a split second Amy hovered above the ground with only my arms to support her, until I lifted her back onto her feet. “Oh no, no, no, no…” I cooed, as one does to a cat about to come into the house with muddy paws. Amy seemed more than a little surprised. “I thought you said we could eat lunch?” “Amy, tell me you didn’t just do what I think you did…” I said, looking into her eyes. As usual she seemed completely oblivious to what I meant and so didn’t react. I suddenly decided it was probably better if I didn’t press for confirmation, lest I embarrass her unnecessarily. “Actually, you don’t have to answer that.” I corrected, thinking on my feet. “Just relax a second, okay?” Amy, trusting me completely, did as I asked while I gently turned her around. Her diaper already peeped out of the top of her skirt so I simply had to give it a tug in order to check. I don’t know why I bothered; it was completely obvious what had happened, I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part. Sure enough, peeking down the back of her diaper confirmed it. “Uh oh!” I announced rather loudly and purposefully. Still facing away from me, Amy looked back over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she asked genuinely. I simply didn’t know what to say without sounding dumb. “Um, you’ve had an accident.” Yep. Dumb. “You said it was okay just this once.” she squeaked. “I know, but I didn’t think you meant…” I had run right out of things to say. I knew enough about Amy now to realise that this was actually all my fault. She was right; I had said that it was okay. Not that it mattered since she simply needed a change now. “Okay, let’s get you back home.” “But why? You said we were going to have a picnic.” “I know but you need a change, hun.” “I’m okay for now.” “Amy, you can’t stay in that diaper. I have to change you before…” “I don’t understand! You said if I went in my diaper we could have a picnic!” “Shhh! Not so loud, people might hear you.” In truth there wasn’t anyone particularly close by, but still I didn’t want to take the chance of embarrassing her further. “I’m sorry Amy, but I don’t want you to get a rash. Come on, if we go back now we can save the picnic and have it in the garden. How does that sound?” “But I don’t wanna go back. I wanted a picnic in the park.” I could see that Amy was close to tears, but there just wasn’t any other solution. I sure wasn’t going to change her in the park bathrooms, and I’d never forgive myself if she got a rash because I didn’t change her. I looked into Amy’s sad eyes and my heart nearly melted. I had promised her a fun picnic that she had been looking forward to all day and was about to go back on it, on top of the fact that she now had to stand in a messy diaper. It was all my fault. Amy started to cry. I could tell she was trying to fight it but wasn’t doing a very good job of holding back through sniffles. I figured that her diaper must have felt awful. “There, there.” I said trying to comfort her though hugs, “I know it must be uncomfortable.” “I don’t care about that…” she sniffed, “I’ve just never had a real picnic before.” I couldn’t take it anymore. If I didn’t do something right at that moment I risked never being able to sleep at night ever again. I looked over both shoulders and got a good scan of the park around the hill we were currently standing on. Or more like Amy was standing and I was kneeling. I looked at her one last time before making my decision. Carefully I scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on the blanket. As I lifter her skirt out of the way Amy meeped and opened her mouth in surprise. “Shhhh…” I whispered, pressing my finger to my lips. “You really want a picnic, huh?” Amy simply nodded. “Hehe, to tell the truth me too,” I giggled, “but we can’t have fun with you in a stinky diaper, can we?” This time it was Amy’s turn to giggle, as I think she realised she knew what it meant. I was relieved that she was actually willing to go along with it. Relieved but not surprised. “Try not to think about where we are.” I said, hoping to comfort Amy somewhat. After all, she might have been happy about the picnic but I figured she can’t have been too pleased about the compromise. “Just close your eyes and keep quiet, and I’ll be done as fast as I can, okay?” But Amy had no intention of closing her eyes or keeping quiet. “Yay!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “Picnic!” Even as I was changing her diaper, Amy propped herself up slightly on her arms so she could start looking into the picnic bag. I was trying my best to be discrete considering this was nothing short of a public change, but Amy wasn’t helping things go any faster. Even when I asked her to lie back down so I could get a clean diaper under her she pouted, too eager to get the picnic started to care about getting the change over with. “There, all done. Now lets try not to have any more ‘accidents’ before we’ve finished, okay?” Amy said nothing and instead simply emptied the bag of all its contents and began arranging everything on the blanket in a clearly pre thought out manner. It wasn’t a feast by any stretch. Just a few sandwiches I put together, some juice, some cake and the rest of the candy left over from the corner store that I had tipped into the bag at the last moment. Still, it was all arranged neatly with the juice in the middle like a towering centre piece, the cake and the sandwiches stacked up on either side and the candy arranged in neat piles wherever there was a gap. “Good job Amy!” I congratulated her, wanting to make this picnic as special as possible (considering what she had had to go through to get it!) “Ready to dig in?” She didn’t even answer me before lunging for the cake which had conveniently been placed closest to her. “Not so fast squirt! Please try and eat a sandwich first before filling yourself up on cake and sweets.” “Awww, but sandwiches are boring! I like cake best!” “I’m sure you do, but it isn’t a real picnic if you just eat sweets, is it?” “Oh, okay.” She sighed, picking up the smallest cucumber sandwich she could from the pile. Intent to prove a point, Amy then proceeded to try and shove the whole thing in her mouth at once. I couldn’t help but laugh at the loud “Ommm” noise she made, and the fact that she could barely close her mouth made it even funnier. I managed to finish two sandwiches in the time it took Amy to chew and swallow the whole thing, which I knew would happen right from the start. I then made a point of slowly reaching for a piece of cake. “Mmmm… I can’t wait to be the first to try this cake!” I said deliberately. “Mm-nooo!” Amy mumbled, still with a mouth full of too much sandwich and redoubling her efforts to force it down. I just laughed some more and poured us both a paper cup of juice. And so we spent a leisurely afternoon sitting in the park enjoying our picnic. The weather was warm but not too hot so I was content to just relax and watch the world go by as we slowly went through most of what we had brought. Amy looked to be having a good time for her supposed first picnic, though she didn’t attempt another sandwich and was instead happy to fill herself on cake, sweets and soda. I did feel a little irresponsible, but knowing what Amy was like I figured, how much more hyper could she get? A few hours of bouncing later and Amy more or less crashed out on the blanket. Sugar rushes always look fun at the time but the come down never seems worth it. Not wanting to let her get too comfortable and guessing that she probably needed a change by now, I decided it was time to go home. Amy reluctantly agreed, though certainly wouldn’t admit that she was tired. She did however thank me for a lovely picnic, which practically made me melt. If I could have carried her home I would have, but I guess no matter how adorable they are, a teenage girl is still a teenage girl and so I just had to settle for watching her skip beside me. As soon as we were back inside the house I took the opportunity to check Amy’s diaper before she could run off somewhere and cause mischief. As it turned out it was a good job we left the park when we did, because Amy was pretty close to leaking point. My first clue was that her diaper hung almost below the hem of her skirt, meaning she was either very wet or had made it loose from all the bouncing around she did at the park. Probably a combination of both I thought, but a quick check revealed her to be soaked. It must have been all the soda I let her drink, though now that I thought about it I had hardly set a good example: having absent-mindedly gulped several cups over the course of the afternoon, my own need was pretty strong. As such, I promptly asked Amy to wait in the front room for a change while I “took care of something.” Of course I was using the bathroom, but I didn’t want to make Amy feel like I was trying to compare myself to her. Big mistake. When I returned to the front room and saw Amy lying down on the floor, I immediately realised what had happened. Quickly lifting her onto her feet again, I could see that her soggy butt must have squished as she sat on the floor, causing the diaper to leak. An obvious wet spot had spread on the back of her skirt, and feeling the ground revealed that some had made it to the carpet. Not much, but enough that it was going to have to wipe it up. Amy knew exactly what had happened and shyly cupped her diaper in embarrassment, a quirk she had developed recently whenever she thought I might be mad at her for her accidents. Of course, it was never her fault. “I’m really sorry Amy; guess I wasn’t quick enough, huh?” I said, apologising before she could so that she would know it was my fault and not hers. Amy just said nothing, presumably having nothing to say now that she couldn’t apologise. I didn’t give her a chance to feel any more awkward as I quickly set to work changing her, albeit standing up now. She wouldn’t be able to wear the skirt again today, but at least it meant I could use it to dry her off a little and make her the change go a little easier. It also meant that once I had put her into a clean diaper I had to ask her to go get some more clothes since I wanted to wipe the wet spot from the carpet as soon as possible. “Okay kiddo, I’m just gonna clean up here so feel free to wear whatever’s comfy.” I guessed little things like having to get clean clothes because you had wet yourself could potentially be more embarrassing than you would think, but somehow I knew Amy wouldn’t mind. Still, she seemed to consider something for a few moments before finally agreeing. She had disappeared by the time I had collected the wet diaper and gone to the kitchen to fetch a cloth. The carpet was actually not as wet as I had first feared. Her skirt must have absorbed most of the leak so the wetness hadn’t really soaked into the carpet, making cleaning it up and drying it off a relatively easy process. I heard Amy re-enter the room and turn on the T.V behind me while I was cleaning, but I had already decided that I wouldn’t acknowledge her until I was done to make sure she wouldn’t associate what I was doing with her accident. However, when I did finally turn around I was surprised to see that Amy hadn’t put on any more clothes and was just lounging around in her diaper. “Don’t you have any clean pants?” I asked, stating my first guess for her lack of clothes. “I don’t know; I haven’t looked.” She answered succinctly, ruling out several other reasons I might have been thinking since she clearly had no intention of covering up her diaper. My next guess was that she was probably having trouble using the bathroom with pants on, and wanted to make it easier for herself so that she could try harder. I know, I know: wishful thinking. “How come?” I finally replied, figuring that a simple straight forward question was best. “Well, you said to wear whatever was comfy… and I’m comfy like this.” I couldn’t argue with that, so I didn’t. Personally I couldn’t think of anything more uncomfortable from a self esteem perspective than having your diaper showing, but hey, who was I to tell her how to be comfy in her own diapers? My selfishness quickly caught up with my as usual, and I immediately reasoned that now it would be easier to check her if she had her diaper showing. Maybe I should encourage her to not wear pants for the rest of the vacation? Then we could both be lazy… Wait. I rewound that thought in my head. She wouldn’t be wearing pants for the rest of the vacation. The vacation in which I was looking after Amy. The vacation that was only for two weeks. The vacation that ended in two days. The vacation from which Amy’s parents would return in two days. “Oh… poop!”

Chapter 18 Once again I awoke with a jolt, though this time was a lot less traumatic as I quickly scanned my bed and found it to be covered in books. After changing Amy and sending her to bed, I had once again decided to try and work from the comfort of my room only to have fallen asleep part way through. A quick rummage through my notes revealed that I hadn’t gotten very far. Oh well, I’d be able to work on it some more later, after dragging myself out of bed of course. It would seem that my intentions are consistently better than my actions, because no sooner had I resolved to get up, I found myself waking with a start all over again. I had obviously fallen back asleep under the same pile of books. Panicking a little, I quickly shot a glance to the clock to check the damage. Mid morning? Well that wasn’t so bad. Having not checked the time the first time I’d woken up, I couldn’t tell whether I’d just woken up far too early before or if I’d barely slept the second time. Either way, I was grateful to not have wasted too much of the day. I could see the sun breaking in through the cracks in the curtains, which meant it was likely to be lovely outside. Good, maybe we could go somewhere again. As I strode into the front room feeling quite rested and refreshed, I was greeted very cheerfully by Amy who seemed to be in similar spirits. “Morning sleepy head!” she joked at me. “What? It’s not that late!” I replied. “Sure it is. I’ve been up for hours!” she said before grappling me in a rather playful hug. I had already noticed her wet night diaper when I saw her, but I didn’t realise just how soaked she was until I felt it slap against me, obviously because it was sagging so much. It was probably quite uncomfortable. “Awww, I’m sorry Amy! You should have come in and woken me up.” I said, clearly indicating that she needed a change and feely more than a little guilty that she’d had to wait. “It’s okay! It would be really mean to wake you up if you’re still sleepy.” “Don’t be silly.” I said, not wanting to mention the fact that it is far meaner to leave her sitting in a wet diaper. “When you need a change, it’s okay to come bug me.” “Oh, okay.” She said after a moment’s pause, as though only just realising what we were actually talking about. She glanced down at her diaper and gave it a symbolic poke, frowning as it noticeably swung from drooping so much. Amy then looked at me with pleading eyes. “Alright missy, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” Almost instinctively, I lifted Amy up into my arms. We both looked at each other for about five seconds. It wasn’t that it was awkward in any way; in fact it was quite the opposite. Despite being not much smaller than me, Amy was very light and I didn’t have much trouble lifting her. She in turn put her arms around me which clearly indicated that she didn’t mind being held in such a way. Sure it was a little arbitrary since I was only going to take her as far as the next room to be changed, but it just felt natural. Still, I tried not to hold her too close to her diaper, since by this point it was practically falling off and I guess she didn’t need reminding of that fact. Amy just smiled at me, as though showing her approval that we had reached an understanding. I smiled back, and proceeded to carry her a few short steps before setting her down to be changed. “Have you had breakfast?” I asked. “Of course, you were still sleepy so I didn’t wait.” I pretty much already knew the answer but felt the need to make idle conversation. Changing a teenagers diaper wasn’t the most normal thing in the world, and although Amy seemed happy to let me get on with it, I needed more from the exchange. “Well, I’m gonna make myself something, then how about we go out today?” “Yay! It’s totally sunny outside!” “I know! I looked out earlier and thought what a great day it is to go somewhere.” By this point I had finished diapering Amy, but she seemed content to remain where she was. “So where do you wanna go?” I continued, noting Amy’s enthusiastic approval. “The park!” she exclaimed immediately, having clearly already decided that it would be her choice. “But we went to the park already.” I said, hoping for something a little more interesting. After all, I hadn’t been in this area for a while and was hoping that Amy might know of a few places. “But this time we could take a picnic!” Amy followed, already way ahead of me. I had to admit it was a pretty nice idea. “That’s a pretty nice idea.” “He he, I know!” Amy was clearly sticking to her guns and was already dead set on the park. A picnic did sound fun, and there was always the possibility that there was actually nothing else around. “Right, well I’m gonna get breakfast then and start making the picnic.” Now, I don’t know whether or not it was a simple slip of the tongue, but after lifting Amy into a standing position I told her to go put a shirt on. At first I didn’t realise that I’d said anything different, until Amy bounced into the kitchen moments later wearing exactly what I had told her to put on – just a shirt. It had never even crossed my mind that telling someone to put a shirt on could have such a different meaning to telling someone to get dressed. I wondered if it hadn’t been an innocent mistake at all, and that my inner laziness had somehow manifested itself because the first thing I thought of was that it would make checking Amy’s diaper easier. I quickly scolded myself and made a very large mental note that it also meant Amy would be able to use the bathroom more easily, which I optimistically assumed was the reason she had decided to follow my command so literally. True or not, Amy didn’t say anything about the fact that she was walking around with her diaper showing, so I in turn decided not to say anything either. I realise that this adds a little more weight to my inner laziness theory… Possibly condemning me as a lazy butt once and for all, when the picnic was finally prepared I did in fact take advantage of Amy’s exposed diaper to check her without so much as a warning. She didn’t flinch of course, but I was happy to see that she was still dry and so we could more or less get going on our way to the park. Once again it had miraculously fallen to me to carry everything, with Amy’s diaper bag being employed as a makeshift picnic basket. I made sure to tell Amy to go “finish getting dressed”, in the hope that she would understand and put on something that would cover up her diaper. She came back wearing a very pretty and colourful skirt, which made me double glad because I didn’t doubt for a second that she would have bounded out of the house, diapers on display, if I hadn’t told her not to. As I had been hoping, the weather stayed lovely as we walked around the park. Conversation varied from how Amy really wanted a pet to how she was doing at school. I was surprised to learn that Amy was a lot like me academically; sharing my love for the more artistic subjects and my distaste for mathematics and especially science. Rebecca had always been the opposite of me, which I guess is why she was always subconsciously the “smart one” in our friendship. That and the fact that her grades were much better than mine, even in the subjects I liked most. At that very moment, if my memory served me correctly, she was studying theoretical physics at university. We had both only been at university for a very short time, but it had already dawned on me that Rebecca was likely to be somebody someday, and that we weren’t in fact going to live together and open a candy shop as we had discussed when we were younger. Damn. I was especially impressed to hear that Amy was already thinking a lot about what she wanted to study at university, and was right now leaning towards something English based just like me. I was more than happy to talk about what it was like of course, but stopped short of offering to let her see my work back at the house. No one needed to be put off by the reality of college level assignments so early! Finally deciding on a lovely spot to stop, I unpacked the blanket and spread it out so that we could sit down. The park was a fairly decent size, and included various different environments including a pond, trees, flower beds, sports fields and large expanses of grass which made up the greater part of where we had wandered. We were close to the centre of the park, which meant that we were slightly more elevated by rolling hills, allowing quite a nice view of the rest of the park from where we were sitting. It was also far from any roads or buildings which leant a more private feel to the whole area, despite the fact that it was a popular place to be and there were many people around. Obviously everyone had had the same idea as us on such a nice day. So we sat for a few moments, admiring the view and resting since we had been walking around all morning. It wasn’t quite lunch time so I didn’t bother to unpack the picnic and attract malign bugs. Instead I stared up at the sky, which was a beautiful azure colour dotted by wispy white clouds, reminding me of the old style windows desktop. Breathing a relaxed sigh I turned to Amy, who just so happened to be standing right next to me, looking a little anxious and clutching the hem of her skirt. “What’s wrong hun?” I asked. Without saying anything, Amy cautiously lifted the front of her skirt and held it tight to her tummy, allowing me a view of her diaper. Of course! Mental face palm. The whole morning we had been having such a good time that I neglected my responsibilities and hadn’t checked Amy once. I was a little surprised to see Amy actually instigating it, but I was happy to oblige and gave her a quick check. “All dry!” I exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, but I was genuinely surprised. However, Amy didn’t share in my surprise or even seem bothered. Still she stood there, holding her skirt. “Is everything okay?” “I need to use the bathroom,” she squeaked, “and you said I should tell you, so…” “Hey, that’s great!” I said, kneeling up to comfort Amy. “I’m very proud of you for trying so hard!” Amy beamed at me, clearly pleased with my approval. Of course, Amy couldn’t have picked a worse time to tell me she wanted to use the bathroom. We were far from the public toilets, which I would rather she didn’t use anyway, and we hadn’t even started the picnic so rushing home would probably only spoil our day. Still, I wanted Amy to know that I was proud of her so I went with it anyway. “Do you wanna head back then and eat lunch at home? I don’t mind taking you.” As I figured, Amy immediately shook her head. I was more than happy with her response, since I too had now become set on having a fun picnic. “Well, I want you to know that I’m proud of you for being a big girl.” I said clasping my hands around hers, which were still clutching the hem of her skirt. “But maybe just this once” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “it’s okay to use your diaper.” I winked at her and giggled to show that I wouldn’t be mad. I did feel pretty guilty since I should’ve been encouraging her not to use her diapers, but the circumstances didn’t really work for me. Call me selfish all you want, I wanted that picnic! “Are you sure?” Amy asked, still cheerful. “Yep! Just go and then we can enjoy the picnic right? I’ll change you as soon as we get home.” “Yay, picnic!” she squealed, her diaper almost immediately turning darker and swelling a little before she even finished speaking. She probably couldn’t have waited too long anyway, but still it only looked like a small wet. “There, you can…” I began saying, but was cut off by what happened next. Still standing in front of me with her diaper exposed, Amy messed herself.

You're absolutely right, I hate it when I make stupid mistakes like that.

Chapter 15 Mimi did not feel comfortable one bit. She had been hoping that things would be a whole lot more natural, just as Cat had promised, but since she was new to this whole sleep over game everything just made her feel isolated. It didn’t help that she’d been the last to arrive and that everyone was staring at her a lot more than usual. Evidently Cat had neglected to mention the fact that Mimi would be coming, and so the torrent of amazed comments and questions were more than she could handle. At least Cat had stepped in to tell everyone to give her a break, which was the least she could do given the situation. The gathering was actually quite small as far as sleep-overs went, though Mimi didn’t really realise, having not been to one in many years. It was Cat’s house so naturally she kind of needed to be there, and their friend Nina who never missed a chance to hang out. Yuko had also come and was probably the most astonished to see Mimi turn up, and that made all four of them. The gathering was also fairly mundane by party standards. Firstly the girls just sat around watching T.V, after giving Mimi a savage welcome of course, then movies, the music channel, and more T.V, which struck Mimi as strange. She could watch T.V at home by herself, since no one was really talking, without feeling awkward. Deep down she knew that just being in the presence of your friends was in itself comforting, regardless of the activity, but Mimi wasn’t about to admit that to herself – given that she had arrived with the pre-fixed mindset that she wouldn’t have a good time. Still, not talking meant that no attention was on her, which suited the recluse just fine. At some point came the ubiquitous ordering of pizza. Again, nothing out of the ordinary as far as anyone could tell. Cat being Cat, Mimi had expected her to ply them all with alcohol, but instead she presented only a single bottle of wine to share between the four of them, which wouldn’t go far considering it was to last all night. Even Mimi, at the insistent nudging of the other three, allowed herself a glass of wine. “Don’t go too crazy!” Nina remarked, just as Mimi was about to bring the glass to her lips. “No one likes looking after the drunk!” Both Nina and Cat laughed at the comment, even Mimi giggled somewhat at the seemingly harmless remark. “Why’d you have to go and say that?” Yuko said out of the blue. “She can handle herself, right?” and with that Yuko put a reassuring hand on Mimi’s shoulder, which made her flinch out of habit. Now Yuko’s comment hadn’t been malicious, or condescending, nor had she raised her voice. In fact, it sounded fairly light hearted. The main problem with Yuko’s apparent defence was that it had been completely unnecessary. It was fairly obvious to all including Mimi, that the joke was harmless. “Oh, I didn’t mean anything personal!” Nina quickly back tracked, trying to make eye contact with Mimi to discern if she had in fact caused accidental offence. “It’s o.k.” Mimi blurted “I probably get drunk real fast!” she tried to giggle but immediately realised that she’d just undermined Yuko for defending her. “But, er, thanks!” she said rather awkwardly upon realising her mistake. Yuko didn’t say anything else. She just smiled at Mimi before taking her hand from her shoulder. Cat was about to whisper “What was that all about?” to Nina, when she began to see just what was happening, even if Mimi didn’t. The rash comment, the way she was looking at Mimi, the almost forced quality of her interaction – it was becoming quite clear that Yuko was really making the effort to be friends. Cat had once told Mimi that Yuko thought she didn’t like her, but she had failed to express just how much it had upset her, and that it was one of the major reasons for making her come to the sleep over in the first place. Yuko could be a bit dizzy, and was a little on touchy-feely side, but she was one of the kindest people that Cat had ever met. If boys had to pick “the pretty one” out of their group, they would all probably choose Yuko, but she never ever acted that way. Quite the opposite, Yuko had about as much luck with guys as Mimi had with friends, and it broke Cat’s heart to see her upset about anything. Nina on the other hand didn’t know quite what was going on, but being fairly easy going she stopped caring and suggested that they all get ready for bed. Cat and Yuko both enthusiastically agreed, insinuating that the evening was perhaps about to become a lot less mundane. It certainly was for Mimi who had been dreading this moment. Yes, she had wet her diaper. The unusually uncomfortable surroundings had made Mimi acutely aware of the slightest feeling of needing to pee, as though everyone else might know it too. Yet despite paying far more attention to her diaper situation, the same nervousness meant that she couldn’t stay dry for very long. Every time she’d felt the smallest urge, it wasn’t long until she was wetting her diapers, leaving Mimi to try and cover up as best she could. Given that only Cat knew about it and even she didn’t have X-ray vision, it wasn’t difficult to keep her accidents private knowledge. Mimi had also left nothing to chance, having meticulously planned every detail of what needed to happen in order for the necessary to run smoothly. While it would have been nice to avoid it altogether, she was at least ready to deal with it as it came up – which was at that very moment. “Oh, do you know what I went and did?” Mimi said innocently, beginning her deception. “What?” The other girls replied in unison. “I forgot my pyjamas!” she finished, “I’m such a dork.” “Don’t sweat it; you can just borrow some of mine.” Cat offered. Now usually this kind of obvious response would be enough to throw Mimi completely off, especially if she was trying to lie on the spot. However, this time Mimi had thought about it long in advance, and while she still had to take a few moments to compose herself and make it look natural, she had prepared herself for Cat’s generosity. “Thanks, but if I forgot my pyjamas then it probably means I don’t have my toothbrush, clothes for tomorrow or anything else. I’ll just call my mom and get her to bring my whole bag over; she’ll only be a second.” “Oh, alright then. Do you want to use the house phone?” “It’s okay, I get free talk time on my cell phone, I’ll just nip into the porch so I can get reception. Be right back!” Smooth! Mimi thought to herself as she closed the door behind her. She had never been more proud of herself, and made a mental note that she could achieve anything if she really tried. This made her happier still, as she thought about the wet diaper she was wearing and how far she had come already with her plan. The phone barely rang once before her mother answered. “Hello?” “Mom, it’s me.” “Hey Mimi! I was hoping you would call. How’s the party going?” “It’s really great!” she lied, “everyone is having a blast!” “I’m so happy to hear you say that dear, have you been using the bathroom okay?” Mimi bit her lip. Her mother obviously knew the answer or she wouldn’t be calling, so Mimi didn’t dignify her with a straight answer. “I need you to come over as soon as you can.” “Okay honey I’ll be over in five minutes.” She said without a moment’s hesitation. “Mom, wait.” Mimi quickly added. “Could you bring my bag too?” “Of course, which one?” “Oh, erm… my blue rucksack. It should be on the back of my bedroom door.” In reality it really didn’t matter which bag she brought, she just needed *a* bag to not return empty handed and cause suspicion. “Just one more thing…” Mimi said in as natural a tone as she could. The whole shebang weighed on being able to convince her mother of just one last detail. “What is it Mimi?” “Could you, um, change me in the car? It’s just that the party has been going really well for me and you know how un-cool it is if anyone’s mom shows up.” - And changes their child’s diaper – she added in her head. “Of course dear, say no more! I wouldn’t want to make you look like the big L.” It took Mimi a few seconds to understand just what her mother had meant while trying to sound cool, before realising that no one cool actually spoke like that. “Thanks mom, I’ll look for your car then come out to meet you.” “Okay, see you soon!” “Bye.” Mimi breathed a huge sigh of relief when she finally hung up the phone. The conversation had been much easier than she had feared, and even though most normal teenagers would be embarrassed just to hear their parents talking all kinds of un-cool, right now her mother being out-of-touch with modern youngsters was doing her all kinds of favours. “Sorry about that, she’s on her way now.” Mimi said when she got back into the room. “Right. We’re actually deciding where to sleep tonight, any ideas?” Cat asked. “Well, where do you normally sleep?” Mimi replied, a little unsure of what she even meant. “Well normally we’d all sleep in my room.” “But normally your parents aren’t out of the house!” Nina piped up in support. “Yeah, so we were thinking of moving everything down here so we can watch MTV while we talk.” Any distraction from potentially personal questions sounded great to Mimi, even though she was rapidly feeling more and more relaxed. “That sounds great to me, we should definitely do that.” “Alrighty! As the new comer you get the deciding vote!” Yuko chirped, “Let’s go!” So the next few minutes were spent dragging blankets and quilts down from Cat’s room, as well as her mother’s, since Cat’s stuff alone wouldn’t accommodate four girls. All the while Mimi cautiously listened out for any sound of a car approaching, which came just as she dropped two pillows onto the sofa. “Ah, I think that’s my mom with my stuff, I’ll be right back!” Mimi shuffled out of the room and into the porch before anyone really had a chance to question why her mom couldn’t just come to the door. Again, Mimi let out a sigh of relief once the door was closed. She hoped to god that the other girls wouldn’t come outside to see what was taking her, especially since she was potentially going to be gone for a good few minutes, and especially considering what she was also about to do… Mimi was taking no chances; she had to stay at Cat’s house the whole night without another change. Even though the current feeling in her tummy was only very slight, she found that if she just stopped caring it was actually not so hard to relax and let go. So, after a short moment of not thinking about it, Mimi started to fill her diaper. She’d been doing it quite a lot recently and slowly getting used to it, so Mimi was past having to concentrate or remain still. This meant she had no trouble walking, talking, and generally going about regular actions while she messed. In this case she was able to put her shoes on and grab her coat as she pooped. Just as she had hoped, her mom had everything ready by the time Mimi got to the car. Fortunately it was already dark, but still she walked around to the opposite door, placing the car between her and Cat’s house (and more importantly, window) to make absolutely sure no one at the sleep over would see what was happening. “Looks like the party quietened down a bit, huh?” was the first thing her mother said. “Huh?” Mimi said, not quite understanding “Oh yeah! Yeah, it has.” She added, suddenly remembering that she told her mom it would be a wild affair. And that was just about all the small talk that took place between them. Despite it being very clear what Mimi had called her for, her mother still went about the same routine of lowering Mimi’s pants and checking her diaper. Mimi in turn just let it happen, content to not have to ask for a change again but rather let her mother find out for herself, after which she obediently laid down on the back seat of the car to be changed. Snug in a clean diaper, Mimi got off of the back seat to allow her mother to pull her pants back up again. They were very loose, thick sweat pants that Mimi had chosen specifically for the sleep over. They did a great job of hiding any visual or audible tell-tale signs, but the trade off being that they wouldn’t hide anything if someone were to pat her on the bum, just like her mom did when the change was over. “If you have another accident remember to call me, okay?” her mother said in parting words. “Okay mom. Where’s my bag?” “Oh, here.” And with that she handed Mimi a mostly empty blue rucksack from the front seat. “Thanks!” “I’ll be back in the morning to check your diaper Mimi, so just let your friends know.” She said, getting back into the car to return to their house. “Okay mom, thanks a bunch!” Mimi said half way down the driveway. In all honesty, her mom showing up to change her diaper suited Mimi just fine, as she fully intended to leave as early as she could in the morning and so would jump a ride. That, and without another change she was probably going to be soaked by morning. She guessed she should be glad her mom came after all, so that her diaper would be snug enough to last without leaking.

I'd like to start by saying the rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Wow, there has been some very large speculation in my absence. I apologise for having been gone so long, but very simply Im in the adult world now and my life has never been more hectic. Also, as many of you know I wear diapers for non-fetish reasons so sometimes just want nothing to do with AB/DL communities. Yes, my inbox was full. Unsurprisingly, the torrent of "you sound cute, will you change me?" quickly cloggs up the space that genuine messages might otherwise occupy. Sorry that I didnt keep on top of it but I've emptied it now! I've just sat and read the whole discussion that took place since I last checked this site, and firstly I want to say Im utterly flattered about the interest. The second thing I want to say is that I dont deserve any of it. The amount of depth that some people have read into the motivations of the characters and plot is truly astounding, but in reality Im just not that smart. I write each chapter with an idea that I like and to be honest Im surprised if the story even remotely fits together as a whole. Just as an example, the opening of the very first chapter suggests that Mimi wears glasses, but I completely forgot about it until about 10 chapters later. I wait such a long time in between chapters, I just dont really think about continuity. Im sorry that I cant address every single thing that has been mentioned in the past few months,I just cant remember all of it as I write this response, but please feel free to repeat it again and I'll try and answer as best I can. However, there were a few things that stuck out that I feel need clarification. - I will write again. By all means if you'd rather write your own ending thats up to you, but please dont post it in this thread and dont credit me. I will see this story finished at some point. - On a similar note, the story isnt too far from completion; certainly more than half way completed. It may not appear that way right now, but I do have idea's for a sequal which means I can kind of wrap up the themes of this story without needing absolute closure. If anyone is at all interested Im also part way into writing a short spin off story that I hope to post all in one go. - I appreciate all the predictions and "hopes" at how the story will end, and they certainly provide a pleasant distraction, but I already know how it will end now. You will not influence me. Oh, and maybe it will tantalise you somewhat to know it, but you're not even close... - Mimi's age. I dont know where on earth you found 12, but I dont remember writing it! I've tried to avoid specifically stating it because I like people to create their own picture of Mimi, just like I avoid giving a detailed description of her, but maybe its about time I gave a general idea. In my head Mimi actually floats around the 16-18 age (depending on the code of the site in question), though obviously she doesnt quite act it. Ally is a few years below her, maybe 13-15. Dont forget that your upbringing can have a huge effect on your maturity and independence, especially if its always been seen as normal to you. I myself was changed by my mom at an age that Im now utterly embarrassed to admit, but at the time it was just normal. I also had a friend who at 19 years of age still had a 10pm bed time. She didnt think anything of it and certainly would never have questioned her own mom. - I am not into age regression, and I hope that the story has never hinted that thats the way it will go. There are no nursery items in Mimi's room, she eats the same food as everyone else, and is most ways treated her age. Obviously there is a rather large exception, which allows there to be a story at all. - Thanks to all the people who think the story is somewhat believable, that is the best compliment I can get. The story is *slightly* autobiographical so Im trying to keep the whole thing within the realms of possibility to be true to myself. That said, we're not talking naturalism, only realism. You probably couldnt imagine something like this happening to someone in real life but it is entirely possible. There is no magic involved, no secret formula's, no mind control. On the contrary, anything physical, medical, psychological I want to keep absolutely true to science. It could all happen. It could happen to you. - Neither Mimi, Ally, or their mother have a diaper fetish. Like good members of society they dont even know what ABDL is - I never wanted the mother to come across as insane, merely overprotective and stubborn. As a character Mimi is a little ditsy and not very independant, and her mother has become very accustomed to knowing whats best for her. At least in her own mind... There is also a very obvious lack of explanation as to why Mimi even needs protection in the first place, how long she has needed them, and to what degree in that time. This was deliberate and I will likely never explain. Read into it whatever you like. - Ally comes across as very two dimensional and nuts because I honestly dont know what to do with her. - As I said Im not very smart. As such I find it very difficult to write certain kinds of characters, especially guys. This is why the dad is such a poor character, I just dont know how to write him. Thankyou for your time, your patronage is much appreciated. Pink

Chapter 17 I was impressed. Not one of the girls cried throughout the whole movie, despite it being pretty horrific even for me. It seems that they took solace in knowing that they were as scared as each other, and crying would mean they were less brave and therefore less mature than their peers. At that age it’s all about maturity. There were, however, frequent trips to the bathroom from almost all of the girls. I silently laughed at the thought that they were all peeing their pants from fright, but more likely they just wanted an excuse to leave the theatre for a while and not have to see the whole thing. They probably just sat in the stalls trying to steel themselves to come back to the movie again. Evie was an exception. I figured that sitting next to me was probably a great confidence booster, especially as she frequently had her head buried in my shoulder. Of course Amy didn’t get up to use the bathroom either. When the movie finally finished, it took the girls a good while to get up and start filtering out of the theatre. None of them really talked to each other, and most stared into space not wanting to make eye contact with everyone else. This behaviour continued even as we stood around outside. Of course I found it hilarious that a bunch of young girls learned such a valuable lesson. It took everything I had not to provoke them. I was just itching to ask what they all thought about it. Amy took very little time expressing that she wanted to go home right away. I couldn’t really blame her, but it seemed like such a shame since I was now starting to really enjoy myself. But still, I guess I did have stuff to do and had never intended to make a whole day of it, so after checking to see if all the girls would be okay getting home, which was greeted with a very muffled chorus of “Uh-huhs”, I casually led Amy back to the car. “Do I even need to ask?” I giggled, referring of course to the condition of Amy’s diaper. Not looking at all happy, Amy coyly lowered her shorts right there in the parking lot, revealing that she was obviously soaked. Lip quivering, she just looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Why…” she squeaked, “Why did I have to pee so much?” her face was now awash with both fear and confusion. I didn’t have the heart to lead her on, as easy as it would have been to play a trick on her. “I believe it’s called being scared Amy,” I admitted, “Did you see how many times your friends got up to go to the bathroom?” Amy nodded, looking somewhat happier but still a little confused. I couldn’t really help her more than that, because I myself honestly don’t know why people need to pee when they’re scared. I did try and cheer her up though. “I bet all your friends would be mad jealous if they knew you got to wear diapers all through that!” it seemed to work, because she allowed herself a smile and a small butt wiggle. “But we better get you changed, huh? One more fright and your pants might just burst!” As high as the risk to my car seat was, I was prepared to wait until we got back home for Amy’s dignity. However, it seemed Amy was a lot less concerned for her own embarrassment than I was. As soon as I mentioned changing her, she giggled at the poor joke I made before dropping her shorts completely and wriggling onto the back car seat. At first I thought it was just a childish way of hiding from me and prepared to reaffirm my intention to take her home first, but she immediately spread her legs, put her arms above her head and stared off into space – what had become the accepted change position. Well, I changed her there and then since I did already have everything I needed with me. It felt a little odd that the only one who showed any signs of awkwardness was me, though I guess I had just as much right because anyone who caught a glimpse would probably have just as many, if not more questions for the one doing th changing. I really hoped that Amy’s friends would not have to go through this parking lot to get to wherever they needed to go. As far as I knew none of them did, but then I did have my back to about ninety nine percent of the world at that point. Amy fell right asleep as I began driving home, leaving me to ponder the mysteries of the universe, or the ones that applied to me at least. How had Amy not noticed that she’d wet so much? Was she that used to being in diapers already, or was it just a reaction to being scared? It was obvious that her control wasn’t so great in the first place; I mean it had been me who had to point out most of her accidents before. The evidence that Amy had been having these problems for a long time was weighing more heavily all the time, because she must have had accidents pretty regularly to not notice the feeling of being wet, and if she couldn’t always tell when she’d wet her pants then she really wasn’t going to notice a wet diaper designed to keep wetness away. I had been thinking about it for some time now, but I was probably going to have to start checking Amy pretty soon. The shy and awkward way she always reacted whenever I asked her if she needed a change was a mild indication that she probably didn’t like it, which was understandable because she often didn’t know for sure and probably felt embarrassed about that more than anything. Contrastingly, she obviously wasn’t bothered about being changed or me seeing her in diapers, which I guess beats changing yourself when all is said and done, so she probably wouldn’t care or even notice if I started checking her instead of asking. Since Amy had taken to being put back in diapers so well, I also wondered if her parents had every tried to. It seemed unlikely, which again made me wonder why not. Maybe Amy didn’t feel as comfortable having accidents around them as she did around me and so tried harder, after all we did seem to get on well and I honestly had no idea what her relationship with her parents was like. I figured that I couldn’t really compare myself to them; being a baby sitter does not carry the same responsibilities as being a parent, and it wouldn’t be me who had to deal with most of the repercussions down the line, such as what would happen at school or when would be a good time to retrain her. Well as long as she was happy right now, that was good enough for me. Then it hit me. Her parents would be back very soon and Amy had almost become diaper dependant due mostly to my laziness! No matter how much I explained I doubted sincerely that they would appreciate such a surprise. I couldn’t believe that I had let something so obviously critical escape my mind, as though I was just going to be baby sitting Amy forever. In less than two weeks I had let it come this far, and while I could honestly say that Amy seemed to be okay with it, I had to admit that it was mostly for my own benefit, and as such couldn’t really expect her parents to be at all happy with the situation. Sadly, I knew what had to be done. There was still time before they came back, and a few days in diapers was hardly irreversible. I was thankful for that at least. I looked over at the sleeping Amy. I couldn’t tell but she could well have been having nightmares from the movie. It wouldn’t be surprising, I remember after my first scary movie at her age and I couldn’t sleep for a week! I resolved not to break the news to her just yet, tomorrow morning would probably be better. There was even a good chance that Amy already knew what had to happen, they were her parents after all and if I was in her position I’d be counting down the days until they came back. Amy was still asleep when we got back so I carefully carried her inside and laid her down on the sofa. I considered putting her to bed but it was barely past lunch time, and if she slept for a long time then she probably wouldn’t want to sleep tonight. This way I could keep an eye on her and wake her up if need be. As it turned out Amy woke up about ten minutes later, clearly not content to leave me to the work that I had started. I wasn’t too bothered since I’d actually managed to get quite a lot done during my time at Rebecca’s house and to be honest I was getting pretty bored of it. Hanging out with Amy was much more fun than doing boring school work. “So what did you think of the movie?” Amy asked to my surprise. “Me? Oh I thought it was pretty dull, more like a kids show than a horror.” I teased “Really? Wow, you’re so brave! I was totally scared.” “I’m only kidding Amy, it was actually pretty scary!” Amy pouted at my obvious deception, but we continued talking about it for a while as Amy seemed less and less scared now that we were far from the movie screen. It had been a couple of hours or so since we had returned home, and I’d made sure we got some lunch, cleaned up and all that kind of stuff, when I remembered what I’d been thinking about in the car. It seemed that I was right and that Amy wasn’t going to tell me anything, so I readied myself to make my manoeuvre. I had a good opportunity; Amy was laying on her front next to me on the sofa watching T.V, so it didn’t take a lot of effort to just reach over and pull the back of her shorts down. I didn’t really expect her to resist, but she didn’t even flinch. She just let me go about it while she kept her focus on the screen. I couldn’t really tell just by looking at the back of her diaper, which at least meant she wasn’t in too bad a condition, but I did have to take the check to the next level. Pulling her shorts all the way down past her diaper was a little more effort, but once again she didn’t so much as meep, if anything she shuffled a little to make it easier for me. Complacent in my belief that Amy was totally fine with everything I proceeded to run my finger along the inside of her diaper. However, this time she did stir from her position with a slight jolt. “What’s going on?” She said a little puzzled. I immediately regretted my decision to just go for it with out asking or telling her, but still I kept about it like nothing was wrong. I didn’t want to pull away too soon in case it made her feel like something was wrong. It was pretty quick thinking for me. “Sorry squirt, I’m just checking your diaper.” I looked expectantly at Amy as she briefly seemed to consider something. “Oh, okay.” She said, as though just figuring out that needing to feel the inside of a diaper in order to check it made sense. I mentally sighed in relief as Amy went right back to what she was doing, no longer caring whether or not I was checking her. She was a little wet, but probably not enough to change her right then. I thought about informing Amy of my decision, but she probably wouldn’t have cared so I just left her be making a mental note to check her again later. This was sure going to make things a lot easier.

She does ever and always want to get out of diapers, and her ultimate goal is to stop using them. However, her plan right now is to practice control, and the easiest way is to hold on as long as she can without having to worry about rushing to a bathroom, which means she will usually end up going in her diapers. She has accepted that for now she will have to suffer always using her diapers, but that hopefully the end result will be that she has regained control and can start working her way out of them. She certainly doesnt enjoy them and never will, but for now she is suppressing her discomfort at being in them. That is for your own imagination to decide. The story begins late in Mimi's teens when she is already in diapers, meaning there is a whole heap of background for you to speculate upon on your own. Also, the story is largely seen from Mimi's perspective, so I'd like to think that her families thoughts and motives are fairly unclear. Again, it is for your imagination to decide. Worry not! More is on the way!

Chapter 14 The two of them had just started dinner when Ally walked in, much to Mimi’s disappointment. She was about to excuse herself and leave, but then she guessed there would be no point. Eventually Ally was going to see her walking around in diapers, and until she could bring her plan to fruition she was just going to have to get used to it. Her mom’s cooking was actually pretty good too, so she figured she might as well stay and get it over with. Of course Ally noticed immediately. The chair Mimi was sitting on was fairly simple and had little backing, so her diaper stuck right out. She leant forward into her food in an attempt to ignore her sister, but it proved very difficult since she could tell that Ally was standing right behind her, probably pretending to be doing something else whilst actually taking a good look. In reality Ally didn’t need to take that good a look because she had known ahead of time that Mimi would probably be showing her diapers. Her mother had already talked to Ally about the situation, and told her that she should try and make her sister feel as comfortable as possible with it. Of course Ally had feigned complete sympathy and understanding; agreeing with her mother that it was definitely the best course of action for Mimi’s own good. All she needed was a quick glance to confirm that her mother had actually gone through with it and she was happy. The two girls said nothing to each other throughout dinner, which was fairly normal, only now it felt twice as awkward for Mimi. She didn’t need to hear anything; the look on Ally’s face said it all. And things only got worse. Towards the end of dinner their father walked in early from work. It didn’t happen very often and so the whole family were pleasantly surprised. Except Mimi that is, who would have loved to jump up and embrace her father but instead just hung her head further in shame. Why me? She lamented to herself before turning around to smile at her father. It was no use being rude after all. He returned the smile in a normal fashion before taking his place at the table, clearly happy to be able to share a belated meal with his wife and children. Now that it was clear that everyone had had a good view of her underwear, Mimi saw no point in hiding away any longer. As soon as dinner was over she wasted no time in standing up in front of everyone and walking out of the room, oblivious to any stares she may have gotten. Once she was out of sight she silently cursed herself for not checking to make sure she was dry first. Fortunately she was; being wet would have been too much to bear on top of everything else that had happened. The sound of footsteps growing nearer made Mimi rush to get to her room, but before she could clumsily turn the handle on her door she felt a calming voice behind her. “Hey sweetie.” Her father said, pressing his hand to her shoulder. Mimi slowly turned around and casually returned the gesture. “Thank you for the birthday present.” “Oh, it was nothing. Something mom picked out.” “Your birthday is coming up soon you know…” By now Mimi realised that the idle talk was just hiding something more. She could sense genuine concern from her father as he looked down at her. “Mimi, where are your pants?” “Mom took them, I…” Mimi couldn’t finish her sentence, let alone think of anything worth saying. Instead she hung her head and shuffled her feet. “Ah I see. She did say something about doing that a little while ago.” Mimi wanted to feel rage against her father, after all if he knew what mom was planning then why didn’t he warn her? Maybe she could have avoided it? But she just couldn’t bring herself to get mad. She knew her father cared deeply for her and would only do what her thought was best. “Things not going too great in there, huh?” He tried to say with a hint of light-heartedness. Mimi just shook her head in confirmation. “Well I want you to know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re still the same little girl to me.” Mimi felt comforted by her father’s words, even if she did get the impression that he sometimes treated her like a child. The two of them hugged for a short while until Mimi finally pulled away in order to enter her room. It was taking everything she had not to pee. During the next few days things didn’t go so well for Mimi. She was finding it increasingly hard to adjust to so many changes in her life that seemed to have come all at once. Never being let out of diapers was becoming a real drag; she never imagined just how much those few minutes of panties really helped her self esteem. It was like now she had nothing to look forward to, no reason to try and come home from school dry. Mimi was trying very hard to get used to having her diapers showing though, to act like it wasn’t a problem so that Ally wouldn’t have anything against her. However, the process was slow. Whenever she started to feel a little bit more comfortable, something would happen to take it all away. Like one night she decided to stop hiding in her room and actually come down and be sociable. She figured that sooner or later she would have to face living normally and that meant getting over her own embarrassment. Talking to her father had helped a lot. In a way he was right, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Well, apart from the fact that she was using her diapers mostly on purpose and so everything that had happened was all her fault… but her mom and Ally didn’t know that. There was no reason why she couldn’t at least pretend like she had nothing to be ashamed about. Both her mom and Ally had been just sitting in the front room talking about fairly uninteresting stuff, which was a normal situation in the house. Often Mimi would also have the same conversations with her mom, or even on rare occasions Ally. She guessed that maybe her family just had more in common with each other than she wanted to admit. That and they didn’t have cable. So there they were, chatting away in the living room when Mimi decided it would be a good time to join them. She wanted to make sure she appeared casual, as though she wasn’t actually hiding any embarrassment or anger whilst at the same time being subtle and not bringing attention to her self. It was going to be tricky; no matter where she wanted to sit she would have to walk right in between them both and potentially disrupt the conversation. Not if I just play it cool, Mimi thought as she strolled nonchalantly into the room. Immediately all eyes turned to her ruining any confidence or nonchalance that she had just built up. The two conspirators watched in scrutiny as Mimi awkwardly bungled her way slowly across the room, crinkling loudly with every overly cautious step. As soon as Mimi had passed through their line of sight she allowed herself to relax a little. Even though she knew that her mom and Ally had turned their heads to follow her the whole way, she at least couldn’t see them now which gave her some comfort. The goal was only a few short steps away; all she had to do was stroll up to the sofa and sit down beside her sister and the whole ordeal would be over. Mimi froze as she felt a tug on of her diaper. It would seem that her mother had taken the opportunity to steal a quick check whilst Mimi’s back was turned. “Mom… what are you doing…” Mimi tried to scream as tears welled up in her eyes. She had really given this whole diaper showing thing a good go, but since no one was making the slightest effort to make it easy for her, it was quickly becoming too much to bear. “Sorry dear, I guess it was just force of habit!” “I thought the whole point of this was so that you wouldn’t have to…” At this point Mimi was unable to continue her outburst because, well, the first and most obvious reason was that she suddenly burst into tears. This was accompanied by, or may have been because of, the second reason: she flooded her diaper. “Oh Mimi, there really is no need to get all worked up about it.” Her mom said in response to the scene she was making. “It’s just one little accident; you’ve wet your diaper plenty of times before.” Mimi didn’t know what to say or do, so she just stood trying to suppress her tears while she waited for her mom to inevitably change her. The whole experience had not been a pleasant one, but at least in that instance she was lucky enough to have been changed right away. In the same week Mimi had had another difficult experience, and again it was something she hadn’t seen coming. This time she had at least managed to make it to the sofa before she had an accident, but still, having her diapers on show meant that everyone would be able to tell anyway. Ally had been the first to notice. Surprise, surprise, Mimi thought, no doubt she had been watching like a hawk, waiting for the first sign that she could stick her big nose in. “Um, Mimi, I think you had a little accident in your diaper.” She said with false concern directly at her sister, but unnecessarily loud enough that the whole room could hear. Mimi tried desperately to not give Ally the satisfaction of appearing bothered, but it wasn’t easy since being wet was far more embarrassing than simply just being in a diaper. Oh well, she figured it was probably for the best. Her mom would have found out sooner or later and at least now she would be changed without the trouble of having to ask. But her mom didn’t say anything. She looked over upon hearing Ally’s declaration, but just went right back to what she was doing without so much as sigh. “Um, Mom? I think Mimi needs a diaper change…” Ally said after a few moments of dissatisfaction. “Geeze, I’m right here!” Mimi said sounding annoyed, “Don’t talk like I’m a moron.” “What are you getting at me for?” Ally replied, not quite sure what to make of Mimi’s little attack. “You do need a change don’t you? I was only saying…” “O.k. that’s enough girls.” Their mom interjected, “I can see Mimi’s diaper just fine. I don’t think she needs a change just yet.” “What?!” The two girls said in unison. “It looks like it was only a small accident, right hun?” she was right, the diaper had only swelled a little. “Huh?” Mimi asked, still not quite understanding, “but I’m wet…” “I know babe, but your diaper can handle more than that so I don’t think we need to change you right away. It just means you’ll have to stay in it a little while longer?” “But I don’t wanna stay in it…” Mimi pleaded. “Don’t worry, I’ll change you later o.k?” Mimi realised that she was in no position to negotiate terms of her changes; she had kind of given away that right by lounging around in soiled diapers without caring, so that was the last to be said on the subject. Not that Mimi did mind being in a wet diaper, she really didn’t care if she had to stay in her own mess, but she hated when others could see. Being forced to wait for a change was one thing, but having to sit around in an obviously wet diaper made it ten times more embarrassing. She couldn’t help but feel ashamed that everyone else knew what she had done in her diapers. On the plus side, as a pleasant contrast to her new home life, school was actually getting better. She was getting used to wearing her diapers, and it didn’t take long before she realised that she even preferred them over pull-ups. Sure, pull-ups were better when Mimi was still trying to use the bathroom, but once she started using them on purpose she had to be very careful not to flood them and leak. Diapers on the other hand made it a lot easier to go freely. She quickly realised that she could wet more or less whenever she wanted without having to worry. At first she was still a little apprehensive about filling her diapers too, since the pull-ups had never been able to handle it so well and she was still worried about being obvious. However during maths one day, not long after she had switched back to diapers, Mimi found herself daydreaming. This wasn’t unusual for Mimi would tended to daydream a lot. Its not that she found maths boring, it was just one of her stronger subjects so she actually found it to be a little too easy. So there she was, quickly lapsing into her own thoughts, when she felt the urge. She didn’t think too much of, lost in her own world as she was, until of course she actually messed herself. Panic overwhelmed her as she immediately snapped out of her dream. Mimi was kind of used to just pooping unexpectedly, especially if she wasn’t paying attention, but this time she was at the very start of class. It was unlikely that she’d be able to excuse herself and go to the bathroom. She tried anyway, but was promptly told that she should have gone before class. Unfortunately Mimi wasn’t the kind of confident person who could argue her case, so she just kept quiet and wished Cat was there. Not that Cat would have been able to help so much, since she didn’t know that Mimi pooped herself… As the lesson wore on, Mimi tried to forget all about it and actually concentrate on her work. She didn’t want to think about the inevitable smell that she was likely to create. If she thought about it too much she was in danger of creating radical scenarios in her head, most of which involved the end of her life as she knew it. When the bell finally rang, Mimi only remembered what she’d done once she stood up. The panic briefly returned as she prepared to dash out of the class, until she realised that she’d actually made it the whole way through the class without further incident. She could faintly smell herself if she really tried, but it was in no way as obvious as she feared it would be. Mimi felt liberated. She could go through a whole period while messy without being found out! That was going to make things a lot easier for her, and needless to say she didn’t think twice about filling her diaper from then on. Changing was no problem too. It was becoming routine to just go into the bathroom to change, and if she really had trouble with needing privacy or taking too much time, Cat now had her back. All in all, wearing diapers at school made it very easy for Mimi to just go freely. Knowing that she could use her diapers and safely change later meant she didn’t really have to pay attention. It was quickly becoming natural for her to not even think about it. Mimi truly believed that her plan was finally in a position to really pick up speed. Her confidence was rapidly increasing, until Cat finally brought up arrangements for the sleepover…

Chapter 16 “So, any plans for today?” I asked Amy as she sat beside me. “Actually yeah, my friends all wanna go to the movies today because we haven’t hung out in a while and most are back from vacation.” “Sounds like great fun. What movie?” I said more out of politeness than interest. “I don’t know, we’re just gonna turn up and see what there is.” “Oh really?” “Yeah, you should totally come!” This was a bad idea. Amy and I sat mostly in silence as I drove into town, allowing me to reflect on the aforementioned bad idea. A college student hanging out with kids was in no way cool, and yet there was a real danger that they would think I was cool, which only made it worse. I had of course voiced all this to Amy, jokingly at first because I had unsurprisingly assumed that she was joking. But when she became serious about it I knew I was in trouble. Though I tried to get myself out of it by every means, Amy was very insistent. I had difficulty resisting her cute factor at the best of times, and when she pulled out her secret weapon, the pout, it was a downhill slide. Damn my natural coolness making Amy obsessed with me. Or was she just using me? After all, I was now driving her to the movies when she would have had to catch the bus on her own, and it had somehow become my duty to carry the diapers. Yes, Amy was still fully diapered to meet her friends. And while I should have felt like a bad and cruel person, it was completely her choice. I had offered her pull-ups to wear while she went out, reasoning that they would be more discrete and easier to change. Amy had been quick to point out that she didn’t mind – since I was coming along too changes wouldn’t be a problem. Used indeed. Well, I wasn’t going to stand for it. Being her personal slave was one thing, but suffering a severe social knock-down for it was quite another, especially considering I knew I wasn’t really wanted. I wondered if Amy was familiar with the word “chump”. “Hey Amy, there are actually a few errands I need to run in town…” “What do you mean? Are we gonna be late?” “No, I mean I can drop you off to meet your friends, but I’ll have to give the movie a miss.” “Huh? But you said you’d come! Why are you breaking a promise?” she said sounding genuinely upset. “Don’t worry Amy, I’ll still give you a ride home and change your diaper if you need it. It just means you won’t have me lingering around spoiling your fun, o.k?” “But I want you to come with me, I thought we were friends…” she whimpered through tears. Man was I tired of being wrong all the time. “Of course we’re friends…” I said, quickly trying to change my angle, “but I’m still your babysitter. What will your friends think if I turn up?” “They’re gonna think you’re cool! I already told them all about you!” Oh great, just what I needed – a whole group of doting teenagers. It was starting to look like there was no way out of this as we pulled into the parking lot. I prayed that it was full, that we wouldn’t be able to get a spot, that we’d have to look elsewhere, somewhere far away from here, and then crash… We’d be sure to miss the movie then. No such luck. There were plenty of spaces. Fortunately, since I had so graciously offered to drive, we were a little earlier than the rest of Amy’s ensemble. Still, that meant I had enough time to dwell upon the other great reason to ditch going to the movies with my charge. If her friends were anything like Amy, there was a good chance that I would be dragged along to see some dumb kid’s movie and have to endure over an hour of boredom at best, pure agony at worst. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Amy’s friends trickled up to us as we waited by the entrance to the cinema. Each time Amy introduced me I tried to act all nonchalant, as though I was only there because I had to be. In a way it was true. Her friends in turn reacted with everything from embarrassment to elation, though none of them seemed too unhappy about me being there. I guess hanging out with people my age was cool when you were that age, which would surely make things more bearable for me. The last thing I wanted was to feel any animosity that might drive a rift between Amy and what was fast becoming a gaggle of her friends. Unsurprisingly, I had assumed before we had even set off that Amy’s friends would be like her. It would seem however, that judging a whole bookshelf by one book was as dumb as judging that one book by its cover. Like books, teenage girls came in all shapes and sizes. Some dressed very conservatively, as though perhaps their mothers had done it for them, some looked a little cutesier like Amy, and some were bordering on… mature. I disapproved immediately, but restrained myself from acting like an old woman lest I lose any cool points I had acquired so far. I had also assumed, though my experience with young girls was limited, that Amy looked young for age. Again I was sorely mistaken. There were eight girls in total, and excluding the ones that were wearing far too much make-up as though it had been applied with a paint brush, Amy looked distinctly average. While I would never admit it to her, there was one girl who was actually more adorable than Amy. She was one of the first to turn up and introduced herself as Evie. So far she was the only girl who’s name I could remember. As I tried to fade into the background and become part of the scenery, conversation was rapidly and uncontrollably breaking out within group. I let it happen as best I could, hoping that everything would be decided before I had to intervene and hurry them along. I couldn’t tell if I had anything to do with it or not, but it seemed to me as though Amy was a pretty central figure within the group dynamic, as though most of the other girls deferred to her for decisions. I’ll admit that I was more than a little surprised, but it was almost as if Amy was actually popular. “Nah, I already saw that movie.” I managed to pick up through the general throng. “Would you see it again?” another nameless girl asked. “It was o.k, nothing special.” A third girl interrupted. I was happy that at least some of them were talking about movies. At the same time I could hear everything from fashion to candy, the latter being instigated by Amy. “Yeah, and a few days ago I totally had fizzy cola bottles!” “No way! I haven’t seen those in like years! Where’d you get them?” Oh great, now I was distracted by that conversation. Fishing, fishing, fishing… aha, back on track: “But I don’t like all that smushy stuff, it’s like hurl city.” “Oh come on, grow up. That’s what all the cool girls are watching.” “Then it would be no good for you, hehe.” As I picked up bits of conversation I started to make note of which girls sides I would be on if they ever asked me something. Not wanting to directly interfere with proceedings I took to making appropriate faces depending on what was being said. If anyone was paying attention to me at all they would have seen me going from sad face to happy face to surprised face as two girls argued between comedy and action. The swarm generally buzzed and paced with girls exchanging positions and joining new conversations, but I noticed one girl consistently outside the group looking a little bit lost. “Hey, are you o.k?” I asked Evie, who was biting on one finger. “Who me?” she replied, clearly shaken. “Evie, right? You just seem a little quiet is all.” We both looked into the crowd. “Its kinda loud…” she squeaked. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Are they always like this?” “I guess, but we don’t always hang out all together.” That was a relief; I would have hated to think such mobs were frequently inflicted upon the general populace. I wondered just how many members you’d have to take away before the group became socially acceptable. Evie and I continued a fairly inane chat for a short time until girls began to slowly file up to the ticket machine, presumably having made some kind of decision. “A horror movie?” I announced in surprise as Amy pointed to the screen to indicate which movie we were going to be watching. “Yeah, we all love scary movies!” came the general consensus. I looked around at the tiny teenagers in dismay. They were barely over the age rating, and I wasn’t convinced that it was an entirely appropriate choice. “But Night of a Million Violent Deaths?” I repeated, “Just how many horror films have you seen?” “Well, we all watched Scary Movie at Rae’s house and agreed that it was good…” Oh boy, this wasn’t going to end well. Without thinking I slapped my hand against my forehead in a rather obvious display of disbelief. Fortunately things don’t happen in real life like they do in anime; otherwise they would also have seen an enormous drop sink beside my head. “What’s wrong?” Amy asked innocently. “Oh nothing…” I replied, wondering how many diaper changes this was going to cost me, and not just from Amy. The tickets had already been bought, so there was nothing I could do about it. Every single one of them got I.D checked by the usher. At first I felt bad for the little squirts, as I remember the embarrassment of being asked for I.D at that age, but evidently it was a regular occurrence for them as they were quick to produce a flurry of cards. Anything from store cards to passports, and all of them were accepted meaning they already knew which ones the cinema would take. It seemed being young was becoming a bit of an art these days. Eventually we were all permitted entrance, but not before the usher gave me the dirtiest glare I’ve ever seen on the way in. I couldn’t blame him; I stuck out like a sore thumb and must have looked like the most irresponsible baby sitter/club leader/sister in the world for influencing a bunch of kids into seeing such a movie. I couldn’t really defend myself, so just gave an embarrassing smile as I hurried past. I always figured the movie theatre was an interesting stage for social experiment; particularly with regards to who sat next to whom. The struggle for such was sometimes as important as the film you went to see. Never before had I applied this theory to groups larger than say, three or four, so I was in for quite a treat as we entered the auditorium. The way the girls shifted position in our line seemed almost fluid, and quickly became obvious who the popular people were. One of them was definitely not me, as I hung around the back of the line, as safe and yet as dangerous a place as the front. At the ends of the column a cinema goer could remove themselves from the struggle altogether, but the trade off was that you didn’t get a choice in who sat next to you. Evie had much the same idea as me and was content to just float back. Amy on the other hand was playing a dangerous game. Even though everyone was obviously doing it, the trick was to look as though you weren’t deliberately choosing who you sat next to. Since I stood out like a pork chop at a Bar Mitzvah it wasn’t easy for Amy to hide that she was clinging to me, which made it difficult for her other pursuers to battle amongst each other to sit next to her. The deeper we went into the auditorium, the more frantic the game became as time quickly ran out. Exactly how much time you had left to grab the premium position you’d been eyeing was not clear either, for it was at the whim of the person at the very front to decide when everyone had to sit down in a row, and as previously mentioned that person is rarely involved in the conflict. Ultimately, the game came to a conclusion as the girls started to file into their seats. A few last attempts were made by the people nearer the back but it was clear that the opportunity had passed. I found myself unsurprisingly sitting next to Amy on one side, and Evie, who had been pushed to the very back somewhere along the line, on the other. Fortunately, I was spared the aftermath chatting as the movie was very close to starting and the lights had already gone down. A blessing of the girls taking so long to decide, I guessed. Any members feeling aggrieved simply had to accept defeat this time, because the focus was now purely on the screen. At least, that’s where the focus was for the first ten minutes or so. Increasingly I started to notice Mexican wave style twitching out of the corner of my eye as those present began to realise that this wasn’t the same kind of film as Scary movie…

Thanks for the comments everyone! I really like long replies, it makes me feel like my work is actually good for something. To answer a few questions: Why she doesnt just lie about having her diapers changed by someone else. As mentioned way earlier in the story, Mimi doesnt have access to diapers in the house meaning she doesnt have a ready source to change herself. In the last chapter her mom mentioned giving diapers to her friends parents before the party, insinuating that Mimi wouldnt be given any spares for herself. In short, even if she wanted to lie about it, she wouldnt have anything to change into. Why doesnt she just go buy her own diapers? Two reasons: I'm from England where you can't just walk into a store and buy diapers, and I guess that makes the story set there because I dont have enough knowledge of anywhere else. Secondly, if you want the story to be in America then thats cool, in that case Mimi would probably rather die than go and buy diapers from a store! Also, with regards to where this story is going... I have no idea. I didnt intend it to even be this long, so I'm just writing chapter by chapter and hoping that its still entertaining to someone out there. Anyone hoping for a happy/sad ending or even and ending at all might be waiting a long time! Pink

Chapter 13 No one was waiting for Mimi when she arrived home, which struck her as very unusual. The fact that the kitchen was empty wasn’t particularly abnormal, as her mother would often be elsewhere in the house and only come in to the kitchen when she heard Mimi return. Today however, Mimi had waited the customary few seconds to give everyone else a chance to register the door opening, but still no one came. It was entirely possible that Ally hadn’t come home from school yet, but her mother’s disappearance was a bit surprising, especially since she needed a change. All was revealed when Mimi decided that she would put her feet up and watch T.V. Entering the living room; she finally received a greeting form her mother who was poised on the floor wrapping what Mimi assumed to be her father’s birthday presents. “Good day?” her mother said, looking up when it became obvious that Mimi was home. “Same as always…” Mimi lied. The day had certainly not been like any other day of her life. “I’m glad to hear it.” After a few moments Mimi realised that her mother wasn’t about to stop what she was doing to check her. The thought of asking to be changed never crossed her mind, so she began getting comfy on the sofa and flicking through T.V channels. Try as she might, Mimi couldn’t keep her eyes from the various wrapped and unwrapped gifts lying around the floor. She recognised the shirt and tie set that they had bought together at the mall, but there were so many more. Almost all of them were wrapped by now, and the ones that weren’t seemed to be in unobvious boxes or packets, making it very difficult to identify anything. Some of them seemed very large, and in a lightly excited way Mimi wondered if any were for her birthday, which was coming up soon. It wouldn’t be like her mom to use the same kind of wrapping paper, but still it was worth thinking about. Once all the presents were wrapped to a satisfactory degree, her mother disappeared and reappeared several times taking different items with her, presumably to hide them in cunning places away from the eyes of her father. He wasn’t the sort of man to go spoiling a surprise, but this way they could keep the whole affair low key - the way he liked it. It was a trait that Mimi had also inherited. When her mother finally came back into the room once all the presents were gone, she wasted no time in taking care of other business. Mimi wasn’t sitting in an especially convenient position, meaning the daily after school check was a bit awkward. She couldn’t get to the rim of Mimi’s diaper, so her mother had no choice but to check from underneath. The easiest way to go about it was to look up her daughter’s skirt, so without even asking she hoisted Mimi’s legs into the air and slid her butt a little closer to the edge of the sofa. Mimi didn’t resist, but had to lean her head far to the side so that she could still see the T.V. It would probably have been easier just to ask Mimi if she needed a change, but this kind of awkward check was becoming increasingly common – her mother had taken to not always asking and as a result Mimi had stopped telling. It was immediately obvious that Mimi was loaded. “Oh, I didn’t realise you needed a change so badly hun. Why didn’t you say anything? I would have taken care of it right away. The wrapping could have waited.” Because if you’re not going to ask me, why should I tell you? Mimi thought to herself. It makes no difference to me, so what’s the point… “I didn’t know.” Was the best response that Mimi could think of before realising how ridiculous it sounded. Even babies knew when they’d pooped their diapers. “Er, I mean I forgot.” She quickly rectified, “I just forgot.” “Its o.k., I’m sure you had such a busy day.” Her mother said, talking as you would to a toddler after their first day at kindergarten. While she was being changed, Mimi thought it would be a good time to bring up her conversation with Cat. At least the parts that concerned her anyway. “So mom,” Mimi began, “I was talking to my friend today and, um…” hmmm, how best to phrase it so that her mom wouldn’t let her go? That was the key. It would have been easier to never mention it and then lie to Kitty, but she promised her friend that she’d ask, and that was important. “So my friends are having this wild party soon, lots of boys, probably some booze too, and they asked if I could come. Obviously I wanted to ask you first to see if it’d be o.k.” It was a little bit… embellished she knew, but still near enough to satisfy her conscience when she inevitably had to tell Cat, in all truth, that her mother had said no. “Of course dear, you don’t need to ask me if you want to hang out with your friends.” Yep, now that was out of the way Mimi only had to tell her friends that she couldn’t – What?! “What?!” she announced out loud. “It sounds like fun. I think you spend too much time stuck in your room; a girl your age should get out and socialise a bit more.” A girl my age? Maybe if you treated me like a girl of my age then I would go out more! Girls my age don’t pee their pants! Mimi wanted to scream, but instead she phrased it a little more conservatively. “Gee thanks mom, that’s really cool of you. I just figured that, you know, since I won’t be able to wear diapers at the party you might not think it’d be such a good idea, but if you’re sure you wanna take that risk then great. I can’t wait…” she said, hoping her mother would take the hint. “Oh don’t worry about that dear.” “Huh? Really? You mean you’re fine with it?” Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad party after all. “Of course, like I said I want you to go have fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll talk to a boy for once.” Her mother winked in an awkward fashion which Mimi didn’t appreciate, but her mind was too close to euphoria to care. She wished she’d have gone to a sleep over sooner! If she’d have known her mom would be this cool she’d have organised one every week! At someone else’s place of course. “Thanks mom!” she said with genuine sincerity this time. “No problem Mimi, I keep telling you I’m a cool parent.” Her mother replied, “And if you need a change then I’m sure someone will help you. Which friend is it? I’ll just leave some diapers with their parents. If you like I can phone ahead of time and make sure its o.k” If her mother had said anything else after that, Mimi didn’t hear it. The sound of a train wreck in her head was so loud it blocked out everything else. It took her several moments to even think of a comeback. “N-no.” she mumbled. “I thought… I thought maybe I could change myself? You know, since it’s a party and everything.” Mimi was aware that she’d originally assumed she wouldn’t be in diapers at all, but didn’t want to push her luck. After all, she was currently still being changed. “Don’t be silly dear; there’ll be plenty of people to do it for you. Don’t worry about it.” From similar conversations in the past, Mimi knew that her mother thought all her friends knew about the situation, despite her protests to the contrary. She never pushed it too far though, in case her mother felt the need to tell them all just to prove a point. Better to let her mother think what she wanted and just never have her meet her friends. “And if you use the bathroom like a big girl then there’ll be no problem, right?” Yeah, like that was going to happen. Mimi wasn’t going to rely on her control, especially over night. “But it’ll be weird mom; I don’t want anyone else to change me…” “Awww, you only want your mom to do it huh?” Mimi couldn’t think of anywhere else to go with that, but at least it was away from the idea of her friends changing her so she just nodded her head. “Hmmm, well I guess I could come over so long as its not too far away and it’s a night when I’m free.” Mimi hated the idea of her mom turning up at her friend’s house to change her diaper, but under the circumstances it was the more favourable option so she rolled with it. “Please mom…” she whimpered. “Oh alright then, I guess it would be better if I can make sure its being done properly. You’ll just have to call me when you need a change, alright?” “Thanks.”She said. Great, some night that was going to be. Mimi was already dreading the call from her friends to confirm the date. Being so lost in thought, as she sometimes was, Mimi didn’t realise the change was over until she looked up to see that her mother was gone and then looked down to see her new diaper fully in place. The latter was a little surprising, since being able to see her own diaper meant that she hadn’t had her skirt put back on. Looking around, the item was nowhere to be seen so she guessed that her mother must have taken it to the washing machine. Funny, she didn’t remember leaking today, but then that was the problem with leaks: sometimes you didn’t notice until it was too late. Mimi hoped that she’d only started leaking after school, and that no one on the way home noticed. They usually didn’t. At first the lazy teen considered just sitting back down on the sofa to finish watching her show, but then thought better of it. Ally could be home at any minute, and Mimi didn’t want to think what her sister would say if she found her just sitting around in a diaper. She probably wouldn’t say anything, Mimi thought, but then her look would probably be enough. Better go put some sweat pants on or something; it wouldn’t take long so she wouldn’t miss too much essential viewing. Mimi passed her mom in the kitchen on the way to her room, and then again on the way back down. She was cooking dinner both times, and the second time smelled even better than the first. Feeling hungry and curious to know what was going on, Mimi stopped to investigate. “Hey mom, watcha’ cooking?” she said poking around the various pans and bowls. “Nothing special, just some chicken with pasta, a few vegetables.” Her mother replied, still tending to the stove. “Well whatever it is, it smells great!” Mimi announced still hanging around. “Thanks d -“her words were cut off as she turned around to face her daughter, “Ah.” She exclaimed in sharp tone, looking down at Mimi’s sweat pants. She stopped, put down her utensils and turned the pans on low. “Honey, there was a reason I didn’t put your skirt back on you.” “I know… I can’t help it if I leak mom.” Mimi said rather embarrassedly. “It wasn’t because of leaking, your skirt was surprisingly dry for a change.” The statement ended with a rising tone of humour, which kept Mimi clueless as to what was actually going on. “Then what is it?” “I think maybe it would be better if I could see your diapers.” “But you just changed me, I’m not –“ “No, I mean all the time.” She said, cutting Mimi off before she could go any further down the wrong train of thought. It was a lot to ask, she knew, and once again she had gone for the ‘just do it and hope she takes the hint’ approach. However, like when she had put Mimi in diapers for school earlier that morning, Mimi had either been oblivious or deliberately difficult. Once again she prepared for a long explanation to make her daughter understand clearly. “What I mean is –“ “You expect me to have my diaper showing?” Mimi exclaimed, immediately understanding. “Just when you’re around the house.” Despite being surprised, her mother didn’t miss a beat. “What for? What difference would it make apart from to embarrass me?” Mimi could see where this was going and it was making her a little angry. “Firstly, everyone in this house knows you need diapers so there is nothing to be embarrassed about.” Her mother retorted rather seriously, “and secondly, I just think it would be easier to check on you. Today was a good example of how awkward it can be to check your diaper if you’re not paying attention.” Mimi was astonished. Was she really being treated like a little kid who needed their diapers checking all the time? Sure she was a little bit to blame, when she thought about it she had been quite lazy recently, lounging around waiting to be checked instead of doing it herself, but that was no reason to go this far. “Mom, I don’t think you need to go that far. I’ll be more careful from now on, o.k?” “I’m sorry Mimi, it’s for your own good. I’m worried that you’ll get a rash.” “B-but you don’t need to check me. I’ll tell you when I need changing!” Mimi hoped that trying to show some responsibility might work in her favour. After all, if her mother had just asked if she needed changing then she would have told her. It seemed unfair that she was supposed to be putting in all the effort. “But that’s the problem sweetie; I don’t think you always know when you need changing.” And there it was - the crippling blow. Mimi knew she wouldn’t be able to counter that argument, she had just admitted that she ‘forgot’ she needed changing earlier. She instantly regretted being so lazy. It had seemed like a simple enough concept at the time: why check your own diaper when someone will do it for you? But like everything else, what had appeared to be logical was now coming back to bite her in the form of her mother’s mis-understanding mind. She needed a new angle. “But what if I leak? It’ll go straight onto whatever I’m sitting on. You said yourself it’s been happening more and more…” “That’s the point Mimi; if I can see your diaper easily then I’ll be able to change you before you have a chance to leak.”Damn, that totally makes sense! Mimi scolded herself for not realising it before she went and dug herself in further. As always she was fighting an inevitably losing battle. “But-” “Come on now, you know I’m right dear. Let’s stop all this nonsense so we can eat, huh? Its nearly ready and you were just saying how good it smells. You must be hungry.” With that, her mother slowly reached out and began lowering Mimi’s pants. Dejectedly, Mimi just hung her head and let it happen. Every time she thought there couldn’t possibly be any more freedoms to lose, she went and lost another. Something as simple as personal privacy was so easy to take for granted. Mimi had to hold back a tear as she thought about the newest horrible thing her life now had in store for her. Everyone would know what she had done in her diapers, maybe even before she did.

Chapter 12 “You’ve got to be kidding.” Mimi answered coldly. A sleep over? Was she crazy? “Nope, now I know everything you have no reason not to.” “I have every reason! And you don’t know anything.” This was at least true; there was a lot more to it than just seeing her wearing a diaper; a whole lot more. “Oh come on, I really want you to be there for once!” Cat protested. “No way.” Mimi was having a hard time being convinced. More frustrating still, she wasn’t bowing to the unspoken threat of exposure. Cat needed to step up her game if she was going to get anywhere. “Mimi, we talk about it you know; everyone thinks you don’t want to hang out with us.” “I don’t!” “You know what I mean. Yuko is convinced you don’t like her.” “That’s silly. She’s like the nicest girl.” “I know, but you’re always so stand-offish with her.” “I… don’t mean to be.” Mimi felt a pang of guilt for all the times she’d ignored Yuko. She was always so chirpy and active and a little ditsy, like she could instigate a play fight at any moment. Obviously this made Mimi feel like her privacy was in danger. “I can see now what’s been happening,” Cat said, not having to mention Mimi’s diapers since both of them realised that they were still hugging, “Yuko’s kinda sporty and you’re scared of being dragged into it right?” Mimi nodded at what was clearly the truth. She was at least thankful that Kitty understood she wasn’t deliberately being mean. “But Yuko doesn’t understand,” Cat said as though she could read Mimi’s mind, “she’s too cheerful to say anything but I think her feelings are hurt.” “I just want a little bit of space. I didn’t think people took it so personally.” “That’s why you gotta come.” “But I couldn’t…” “Why?” “How can you say that? You know why.” “Oh please! Even though no one will care in the slightest bit, you don’t have to tell the others if you don’t want to. No one will notice.” “How can be so sure?” Mimi pleaded. “You think we just walk around in our underwear? Believe me, it doesn’t happen. I already tried but no one else was into it…” Even though she wanted to say it wasn’t funny, Mimi couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at Cat’s humour. She always did no how to lighten a situation, whether it was appropriate or not. “What was that? Did I hear you laughing? Well if you really insist I can always ask again, I didn’t think you’d be into it but I guess if it means you’ll come over then I’m sure everyone else will be willing…” “Oh stop it Kitty!” Mimi managed through laughter. “Seriously though, you’ve got me on your side now. I can cover for you and everything.” Mimi desperately needed an out, which wasn’t much of a problem since neither of them were really where they should have been as that moment. “We should probably get back to class before we’re both done for truancy.” Mimi said, intentionally avoiding Cat’s demands and changing the subject. “Meh, business as usual,” Cat dismissed, “but I guess little miss super nerd needs her study fix, right?” she checked her watch, “Yikes! We are late!” “And we’re in the same class together, people are gonna think we were skipping!” “Don’t worry about it. I’ll go on ahead and take most of the fall.” “I can’t let you do that!” “You have to; otherwise no one will believe me when I tell them that you weren’t feeling well and that I’ve been looking after you.” “But that’s dishonest!” Mimi gasped. “Oh really? Guess I’d better tell everyone the truth then, huh?” Cat said, lifting Mimi’s skirt from behind the door and walking out of the stall with it. “Point taken!” Mimi shrieked, catching the skirt as Cat threw it back to her. “Just give it a minute or so before coming to class, and try to look ill; no one should bother you then.” “Thanks Kitty.” Mimi called out as her friend prepared to leave. Suddenly, Cat turned around. “New rule!” She called out, “Call me Kitty again and next time you wont get your skirt back!” It seemed that Cat’s little white lie had actually worked, since Mimi was able to slip into the class with only an “Are you o.k?” from Miss Yollie. She was a nice enough teacher. Of course Mimi had said that she was, and subsequently refused an offer to see the nurse. Again. Cat shook her head in disapproval as Mimi slid into the seat next to her. “I hope you didn’t get too busted because of me...” Mimi whispered. “Girl, quit worrying about it. You’ve been busted enough today for the both of us.” Mimi didn’t find that at all funny, in fact now that the initial adrenaline was wearing off she was starting to feel very uncomfortable around her best friend, like she was sitting in judgement. The feeling reminded her of how she felt around Ally. “But if you must know, she tried to get bad ass on me but as soon as I ‘explained’ everything she couldn’t keep it going. It was actually quite satisfying to shut her up.” Mimi was relieved to hear that at least. One more class before school ends, that’s all that she had to endure, one more class. Then she could run home and get away from her crazy feelings and back to familiarity. Right now she just wanted routine. “Let’s meet up after school, o.k?” Cat hollered before they parted ways for final period. “Sorry I cant.” Mimi refused, “And it’s not what you think. My mom actually does wait for me to get home; she’ll be worried if I hang around.” Besides the small lie of omission it was mostly true. “She’s probably just protecting you. Call her and explain everything and I’m sure she’ll let you hang out with me.” “It’s… not as simple as that.” Mimi said regrettably. She had hoped to avoid any more lies. “We do stuff together everyday after school. You see my dad works a lot and she needs a hand with chores and sometimes we have to go out and –“ “Alright, alright, I can take a hint. At least let’s walk home together then?” Mimi wished that Cat would just give her some privacy. Walking home time was her time. And, it was the most precarious time for her underwear too. “But we live in opposite directions!” “It’s o.k, we’ll walk to your house and then I can get the bus back. Please?” “Sure, whatever. If you wanna take the long way to get home then be my guest.” “Great! Even though I suspect you don’t want me there, I’ll see at the school gates after school.” “It’s not like that, I’m just tired and a little overwhelmed you know?” But Cat was already skipping away down the hall, quite possibly having not heard any of it. What was taking Cat so long? Mimi just wanted to go home and get away from the heavily social environment. She didn’t like standing around outside school because it brought attention from anyone who walked past, and worse still she was now messy. It was very strong grounds for leaving Cat and going home on her own. “Hey what’s up?”Cat chimed as she casually strolled out of the school doors, waving goodbye to some boy Mimi didn’t know, “shall we get going?” Not so much as an apology or an explanation, Mimi thought. For the first few minutes they walked home in pretty much silence, occasionally giving greetings to other students they passed who were also walking. This suited Mimi just fine since she could pretty much guess what Cat was waiting to talk about. Obviously she wasn’t quite in the mood. Sure enough, once the migrating student populace had thinned out, Cat revealed her true intentions. “Hey Mimi?” She said casually. Her diapered companion simply turned to her with a look of “yes?” “More of an explanation please!” Ugh, Mimi sighed. She had seen it coming but she hadn’t expected Kitty to be so blunt. Then again, she guessed they didn’t have much time to beat around the bush. Still, she knew there was no way out of it so she was prepared to be as dismissive as possible and only reveal enough to satisfy her friend’s curiosity. It would be very easy to make Cat feel incredibly guilty throughout the whole conversation, but Mimi figured that she was only trying to learn more. Cat was always trying to help, not that Mimi needed it, but still her intentions were probably good. “Not a lot to explain I guess… I’m just not very well.” Of course, making her feel a little bit guilty would be o.k. “Um, nothing serious I hope?” Cat really hadn’t prepared for that kind of an answer. She had been hoping for something a little bit more… well, scandalous. Not that she wanted to create a scandal, but everyone knows that the more dangerous a secret your friend tells you, the more they must trust you to have told you it. And that’s empowering. “No, I kinda just wet myself. That’s it.” Mimi said matter-of-factly. “And er, I get tired a lot,” she added, realising that her fake illness would be better if it didn’t sound, well, fake, “and um, sometimes I feel really depressed.” “So it’s like depression then?” Cat said obviously. Not a particularly well made up illness, Mimi thought, but she was willing to role with it. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s a lot more complicated, so you can’t really label it as that.” She didn’t want cat believing it was something common, because that would risk her thinking it was o.k. to tell people. She could imagine it now, “everyone be nice to Mimi, she has depression!” was exactly the kind of thing Cat would do, and Mimi really didn’t need that. “Oh, o.k. Well it sounds really complicated if you gotta wear diapers the whole time.” Again, Mimi hated hearing it put that way and wanted so badly to tell her that it wasn’t like that. However, she really didn’t want to make up any lies that she couldn’t maintain, like telling her she wasn’t always in diapers. Still, she needed something to raise her esteem a little. “Yeah, I don’t always need them - but sometimes I can ‘go’ just like that, when I’m feeling certain ways, you know? So it’s mostly for just in case.” “Oh o.k…” Cat said rather questioningly. She was quiet for a while as she looked to be pondering what she had just learned. Mimi waited anxiously to see if she was buying the story or not. “But, if it’s not that often then why are your diapers so… er, much?” Cat said finally, punching giant holes through Mimi’s attempts at fabrication, “I mean there must be smaller ones out there. And I’m sure I’ve seen stuff in the store that looks almost like underwear. Like the pull-ups you see advertised on T.V for kids.” Mimi stared at the ground in thought, desperately trying to come up with a good answer. It wasn’t coming, and she knew that she looked obviously off guard. Cat picked up on it right away; she had been expecting an easy explanation, but since none were forthcoming she was starting to put two and two together. If Mimi were able to hear her friends thoughts, then she might have heard something a little like this: Uh-oh, I’ve gone and put my foot right in it now! Good one ‘Kitty’ why did you have to go and embarrass your best friend? She obviously needs diapers more than she’s letting on, but you had to go and call her out on it. Why couldn’t you have just thought for a second before opening your big mouth? Her self esteem must be shot to pieces and you couldn’t even let her get some of it back. So what if you could see right through it, you don’t have to let her know! In fact, it would be better if you both secretly knew the truth but could keep up appearances. That’s what friends do for each other. Quick, think of something to say to get yourself out of this mess! It’s what you’re good at! “Actually I guess what I just said makes no sense. That kind of stuff is for um, old people right? It wouldn’t work for an active young person very well. Thinking about it, I totally understand now.”Cat blurted, pleased that she had managed to keep talking long enough for her excuse to sound like real words. In reality, she figured it would probably be the opposite way around, but then if Mimi had always needed big diapers then she probably wouldn’t know that, right? In reality, Mimi figured that it would probably be the opposite way around, but then if Cat didn’t know anything about diapers then she probably wouldn’t know that, right? Both girls desperately wanted to move on or change the subject, but it was Cat who finally did so, albeit because she suddenly realised something else she may have been responsible for. “Err… Question!” she announced a little awkwardly. “So like every time I jumped at you or tickled you, it probably made you, um…” “Yep.” Mimi replied, not needing to hear the rest of the question. “Ooops… Sorry!” “You didn’t know.” “And in physics today, that was totally you peeing!” Mimi shot her a glance that said she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Fortunately Cat got the message. “Sorry, it just seems so obvious now. You know, with everything.” They both walked on in silence for a while as each friend, mentally exhausted from the conversation, thought about unrelated issues. Mimi didn’t live too far away from school so it wasn’t long before they reached the top of her street, which was coincidentally where the bus stopped. “Guess I better wait here then.” Cat said, coming to a gradual halt. “Yeah, the buses run pretty regular. It’ll be along soon.” “Alright, I’ll see you later then.” “See ya!” Mimi said, trying to hide her relief that she could finally get home. She was starting to smell. “Oh, and Mimi?” Cat called before she could get away, “I’ll let you know about our next get together. It’ll probably be this weekend or maybe next. O.k?” Mimi sighed. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?” “I’m afraid not.” Cat chuckled, “but I just want you to know that I realise this whole thing must feel harder for you than it looks to me. We don’t ever have to talk about it again if you don’t want to.” Mimi thought long and hard as she prepared to walk away again. “Maybe I’ll want someone to talk to… Catch you later Kitty!” and with that, she quickly paced towards her house.