Sangriasunday

So, this is not even remotely in the same league as some of the great stories posted to this forum as of late. It’s pure fetish escapism, nothing more. The themes are diapers, humiliation and perhaps some latent homosexuality, to boot. While there aren’t any sex scenes, if any of those subjects offend you, please skip reading it. I wrote it several months ago and soon forgot about it. I was thinking of getting back into writing and came across it this morning. I’ve begun drafting part two, just for fun. I envision the relationship of the two main characters blossoming into something more substantial, after this particularly troubling start, although that would be several chapters down the road. All comments welcome. ---- OFFICE POLITICS By Sangriasunday Jennifer Rourke couldn’t help but feel elated as she looked up from her desk. Kate Macpherson, her former work place rival, sat on the floor of Jennifer’s office sucking on a pacifier and playing with her favorite teddy bear. Jennifer was still amazed at how her discovery of Kate’s secret private life had guaranteed that the VP promotion was hers. Breaking Kate had proven incredibly easy, almost as if she wanted someone to take control. In Jennifer’s mind that’s what made the whole episode so intriguing, why would a 32 year old woman enjoy dressing up like a baby? Was there perhaps something more behind it? Simple implied blackmail was the obvious first choice, demand that Kate not seek the promotion. All the better if the woman just quit so Jennifer wouldn’t have to follow through on the threat. Hopefully the two would never have to see each other again. But Jennifer couldn’t help rubbing it in a little, it was just her way. “Little Baby Katie”, she had called her, with Kate right away becoming so seemingly nervous that her voice shook, and her hands trembled a little. Going in for the kill, Jennifer would soon demand a couple of phone pics for insurance purposes. That’s how it had all began. Ordering around the once proud department head was just so amusing and what made it even more compelling was how Kate would do whatever she was told. Sure, she might protest and pout, but she always gave in, shaking like a leaf every time. And that’s why Jennifer decided to see how far she could take this. Sitting cross legged on the plain carpeting, clad only in her camisole and crinkly underwear, Kate tried to reconcile herself to her circumstances. The fluffy plastic diaper around her hips felt as warm and inviting as ever, but the disconcertingly yummy humiliation of being at the constant mercy of her demanding coworker left her feeling conflicted. Sure, it was after hours, Jennifer said that she got the most done after everyone else had left for the day. They shared these after work play dates at least once a week and Kate was always terrified that someone might enter the office. The door was closed, but what if a janitor barged in, what then? Deciding she was finally done with work for the day, Jennifer stood up and began rummaging through her bag. “OK baby girl, it’s snack time, I hope you’re hungry.” She handed the tiny jar of mashed carrots and a plastic spoon to Kate. “I want you to finish the whole thing for me,” Jennifer said, sitting down on the tiny office couch and aiming her phone at Kate. “Say goo-goo, ga-ga,” ordered Jennifer as she began filming. Kate blanched and immediately looked down at the floor. “Goo-goo, ga-ga,” she mumbled quietly before taking the first mouthful. While Jennifer had no intention of changing diapers, she was not above patting Kate’s diapered behind whenever she got a chance. Her most inspired idea so far was having Kate pose in her full business attire, sans skirt, the large white diaper contrasting nicely with the dark suit coat and leather pumps. Jennifer made her suck her thumb for the camera. Over the next few weeks, she decided she wanted to take this further, I mean what was the point of having this kind of control over someone without using it. Work place exposure wouldn’t do after all, too risky as Jennifer’s own reputation could be damaged as well. She decided to bring a friend in on this project, but she needed someone special. Most of her acquaintances were too nice, she needed someone with a dark sense of humor, like herself. ----- “Really, like a baby?” April asked, grinning in disbelief as she scrolled trough her friend’s phone. “Yeah, her butt looked so weird in those jeans, and when she bent down the diaper stuck out. She’d actually go shopping dressed like that. She didn’t know I was even there. I decided not to buy anything, but I kept watching until she got in line at the front, then I left,” Jennifer gloated. “I didn’t know what to think, maybe she had control issues, or maybe it was just a heavy day. I started to watch her more”. “Were you friends at all?” “No, not really. She was always polite, but aloof. Good at her job and popular. I didn’t think we had anything in common really, she was always seemed reserved around me, although she jokes around with some of the others. I knew she lived alone, I’d no idea if she even dated, turns out she doesn’t by the way.“ Jennifer said thoughtfully. “Anyway, I started paying attention to how she looked at work.” “You mean you stared at her butt a lot,” April teased. Jennifer giggled. “Yup. Didn’t seem to be wearing a diaper, ever. And then one day, it was a Friday, her skirt looked a bit off, kind of unnatural looking, you know, thick. I kept tabs and followed her after work. She went to a drug store all the way over on Terminal Hill. It was hard trying to hide and see what she was up to. She bought a pacifier and a bib and a package of adult diapers. She’d already had those things at home, but she told me she likes buying them all together and imagining what the clerk must think of her.” “So, she’s a humiliation queen?” April asked. “Yeah, I guess.” April shook her head. “That’s gotta suck. Does she piss and shit her pants?” Jennifer giggled. “She says she’s wet herself before, but no pooping, not sure I believe it though. I think I’m going to record her peeing in her diaper, but she’ll probably be so scared she’ll mess herself too. April smiled. “It sounds like she’ll probably like it.” “I used to think of her as so poised and everything, but not now, she acts like a frightened kitten, such a change.” Jennifer’s eyes narrowed. “So, do you want to see this for yourself?” ---- Saturday morning found Kate scurrying around her one-bedroom condo. She’d received a text from Jennifer on Friday afternoon telling her she was to come to her house the next day at 11am. She’d never been there before and didn’t know what to expect. The butterfly feeling in her tummy was unrelenting. She knew that she’d always wanted something like this. However, in her private thoughts, she had the final say on what happened and, of course, there were never any real-life consequences. Now she had no control over what might happen. She knew that she hadn’t necessarily ceded control willingly, but she did know that she felt internally compelled to submit to this woman. The fact that she was a professional colleague and something of a rival, made her heart flutter whenever she thought about it. Jennifer’s manner had been so confidant when she’d first approached Kate that day, 6 weeks ago. She’d come into her office to discuss business, and then just subtly dropped it into the conversation like it was nothing. “So, I know that you like wearing diapers and acting like a baby. It’s really quite an amusing little hobby.” Jennifer said casually. Kate was speechless. She stared blankly at Jennifer for several seconds before eventually mumbling a hoarse denial. “Look, it’s just us girls here,” Jennifer said cutting her off. “Your secret’s safe with me for now, but I’m going to need you to do something for me.” Kate’s mouth fell open and she felt sick. “What?” “You’re no longer interested in taking Steve Ferguson’s position when her leaves.” Jennifer replied. “I need you to tell management that. How you do it, is up to you.” Anger starting to temper her apprehension, Kate quietly asked, “And if I don’t?” “I show everyone this,” said Jennifer, holding her phone up for Kate to see. It really wasn’t that bad of a picture. Yes, it was obviously her in the photo, and yes, that was a diaper sticking out of the back of her jeans. Obviously, it must have been taken on one of her shopping trips. Still, her heart began to race. “Ok,” she’d said, not sure why exactly she was agreeing so easily. “Good girl,” Jennifer said giggling. “You’re not wearing one now, are you?” “No,” Kate said weakly. “Well, you’d better have one on tomorrow.” And then, just because she could, Jennifer added something else. “Oh, and I’d like you to spend most of the rest of the day in here.” Jennifer indicated Kate’s office. “You can go to the bath room or out for lunch, but if you need anything else, coffee or whatever, just have one of the girls bring it to you.” Except for the two bathroom breaks, Kate obediently staid in her office, skipping lunch. It felt like someone had dragged a can opener across her brain. She spent about an hour deciding if she could afford to give two weeks’ notice. Her finances were tight. There was the condo payment, the car payment, the never- ending student loan payments, plus her credit card balances were a little too high, at the moment. It seemed she knew only two ways to ease stress, thumb sucking and retail therapy, and it looked like she was going to pay dearly for both of them now. She’d often thought that the biggest problem with having a secret life was having no one to confide in. She couldn’t talk to her friend Gracie or her sister or even her Mom about this. She’d never told a soul, although when she was around 23 she’d considered telling the very sweet boy that she’d been dating at the time. She always referred to him as her “two-year man” when talking with friends, as theirs was the longest relationship she’d ever had. In the end however, she didn’t tell and continued to repress herself, in the same fashion, as the years went by. She had to get through this on her own and she had to keep her job. Kate spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if she’d be wearing diapers to work from then on, the initial fear giving way eventually to resignation and, perhaps, a little excitement. Finally, someone else knew about her favorite pastime. -- Kate found a spot right in front of the red brick townhouse, edging the car in much more carelessly than she normally would have. The nervous woman took several sips from the diet cola bottle in her car and then trudged up the little front steps. She rang the bell and looked at her surroundings. Five connected townhomes shared a stretch of nicely maintained flowerbeds. Two young women in yoga pants emerged from the unit at the far end, briskly walking to the blue sedan parked in front of Kate’s Toyota. At the sound of the door opening, Kate turned, surprised at the sight of a slightly shorter and nicely put together woman standing in the doorway. “Hi, you must be Katie, I’m April, come on in,” she said, directing the new arrival into the front sitting room. “Jennifer will be down in a minute.” As April sat on the flower print couch, Kate moved toward a comfortable looking accent chair. “No,” April quickly said. “Jen said to make sure you don’t sit down, you have to stand. She’ll be down soon, it won’t be long, Sweetie.” “Uh, okay,” Kate said, staring at the floor. While April looked through her phone, Kate nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Through the corners of her eyes April studied the other woman. Kate was tall and toned, with shoulder length brown hair ringing an attractive enough face. April admired the simple gray skirt paired with the untucked light blue button down, although she thought the black flats on the woman’s feet seemed a little too sensible. After several long minutes, Kate could hear someone descending the stairs and looked up to see a beaming Jennifer looking down at her. “So, April, what do you think of my little baby girl” “She’s cute, if a little shy,” said April, smiling at Kate. Jennifer chuckled. “Yeah, she’s shy all the time now, used to be you couldn’t shut her up in those damn meetings.” Sitting down on the sofa next to Kate, Jennifer pointed to a spot in front of the long wooden coffee table. Kate shuffled over, not meeting either of the other two women’s eyes. “Get down on your knees Katie, like we practiced at the office,” Jennifer said wickedly. “Yes Ma’am” said Kate meekly, as she lowered herself to her knees and sat back on her heels. Collapsing on her side with laughter, April clasped her hands together. “Now Katie, tell April what you are,” Jennifer prompted. “I’m a little baby girl,” Kate said quietly. “Yes, you are. Yes, you are. And what do baby girl’s wear?” “Diapers,” Kate mumbled. “Tell April what you told me about how your diapers make you feel” Blushing deeply, Kate looked in April’s direction, their eyes meeting. “My Diapers make me feel helpless and small,” she replied meekly, causing both April and Jennifer to erupt in fits of laughter. Finally, stifling a giggle, Jennifer looked over at April, “See, I told you, she actually likes this.” “This is unbelievable,” April marveled. “OK, stand up Little Katie.” Jennifer ordered. “It’s time to show April your diaper.” Putting her left hand on the coffee table for support, Kate slowly stood up. Hands shaking, she unclasped and unzipped her skirt, exposing the thick white padding underneath. Bending slightly sat the waist, she slid it down her legs. “Put it over on the chair for now,” Jennifer commanded. “What do you have on under your top?” “A camisole and bra.” “Then take it off too.” Kate fumbled with the buttons, finally laying the blouse on top of the folded skirt. Jennifer stood up. “We’re going out to lunch, while we’re gone you’re going to do some cleaning for me”. Jennifer led the two women into the kitchen. “First do the dishes and start the washing machine, then mop the floor.” Kate nodded dutifully as she followed Jennifer down the small hallway to the laundry room. “When you’re done with the kitchen, come in here and go through my clothes. Do two loads, one for my gym stuff and another for my underwear, don’t leave my panties in the dryer to long. When you’re done take everything up to the bedroom and put them in the dresser, the tall white one. While you’re waiting for the machines to run, vacuum all the carpets”, Jennifer said, indicating the red stand-up vacuum cleaner in the corner. “I won’t be back until late, so lock up when you leave. Any questions?” “I don’t think so, Ma’am,” Kate replied softly. April was still smiling a few minutes later as she followed Jennifer out the front door. -- Driving to the Galleria, Jennifer slowed for a red light. “So, what do you think?” “I think she likes being put in her place, and you like putting her there.” April said thoughtfully, looking at the cars in the other lane. “You know, I kind of do. It’s just so easy to order her around. At work, I’ve got her doing all kinds of little things for me. I think the girls out front are starting to notice. When I had her run to Perks for coffee on Thursday, it really puzzled Mary. Especially when Katie asked Mary if she could bring her back anything.” April stretched her arms. “Who’s Mary?” “You know, she’s one of the secretaries, you’ve met her,” Jennifer said as she pulled into the parking lot. “Oh right, the blond girl,” remembered April. “How old is she again?” “Mary’s 22. When she came in my office the other day and saw Katie down on her knees putting some files away in the cabinet, she couldn’t seem to stop staring. Her diaper wasn’t showing, she was fully dressed of course, I wouldn’t do that, I’m not that reckless.” April starting giggling again. “And now you’ve got her running around your house in her little undies, mopping your floors.” Jennifer looked over at April. “Do you have any other suggestions? I’m just making this up as I go along.” -- Doing the dishes didn’t really take a lot of time. The mopping was kind of messy and Kate was glad that she’d been allowed to keep her flats on. After putting away the mop bucket, Kate went to the laundry room and obediently began sorting through Jennifer’s underthings and soiled workout clothes. A slight tingling in her abdomen kept her company as she finished her chores. She moved as quickly as possible to ensure that she would be gone prior to Jennifer and her companion returning.

I decided to take this down, perhaps not the best story for this site. Although all characters were well into their adulthood and there was no sexual content, there was, however, a great deal of cruel humiliation which is probably too fetishistic for this venue. If anyone knows how to delete the topic itself, please let me know.

Wrote this during some free time over the last couple of days. Ideally, I've got two more segments planned out, although time is an issue. All comments welcome, be they positive or negative. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Josie was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. Her best friend Sandra was acting too weird for comfort. They had been friends since 9th grade, and although having attended different universities, they'd staid thick as thieves. After finishing up with school, they both returned to their home town and eventually, after a couple of years spent establishing toe holds in the work-a day world, decided to share an apartment. Initially, things went great. Sandra had always been the more outgoing of the two, and often prodded Josie to hit the bars on Friday nights as well as join her for the various parties and get-togethers with her wide collection of friends and acquaintances. Having Sandra as her unofficial social director was great, plus it was a terrific way to meet eligible men. But despite Sandra’s extroverted personality she often spent several nights a week behind her locked bedroom door, only coming out occasionally to raid the refrigerator and to share brief, seemingly reluctant conversations with her puzzled roommate. Josie began to wonder if her friend might be suffering mood swings, or full on depression or some similar malady. She didn’t know if she should even attempt to broach the subject, fearing that Sandra might become uncomfortable and accuse Josie of prying. One Wednesday morning, about 4 months into their lease, Josie found herself alone in the apartment per usual, as she left for work later than her roommate. Walking past Sandra’s bedroom, and using her friend’s odd behavior as an excuse, Joie did something she wouldn’t normally have done, and opened the always closed door. The room was a mess with clothes spilling out of both the closet and dresser drawers. Her bed was strewn with stuffed animals, cast-off pajamas and underwear, the nightstand covered with dirty plates and used drinking glasses. Knowing that entering Sandra’s personal space was highly inappropriate, Josie decided that so long as she didn’t touch anything, what her roommate didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. The smell of stale pee, reminiscent of a neglected basement powder room, hit Sandra’s senses first. What the hell is she doing in here? Sandra thought. Does she have medical problems? She doesn’t seem sick. Wait, maybe the smell isn’t pee, just the leftovers on the dirty dishes. She decided that when she returned home from work that evening, she’d ask Sandra if she had any dishes in her room that might need cleaning. Josie moved to the closet door, careful not to step on the discarded laundry that made it impossible for the sliding doors to close. Peeking from under a thin layer of clothing were small glimpses of a spread out wool blanket covering a large mound on the floor. Obviously, the blanket was meant to hide something from view, the only question being was it something secret, or just a coping mechanism in place to allow the owner to ignore the ever-growing mess. Josie hesitated at first, but then decided to go for it, carefully moving the garments aside and gently lifting the side of the blanket facing her. Oh, my god... The two large packages of adult diapers certainly explained the smell. Josie immediately felt bad for her friend who must surely have some sort of uncontrollable wetting issue. A problem like that would make anyone feel depressed and engage in the solitary, secretive behavior that Sandra exhibited. Having never actually seen a diaper fit for adults, Josie carefully extracted one from the torn open top of one of the packages. With eyes widening, she took in the pink and white color, unfolding it, and stifled a laugh as she examined its balloon and teddy bear covered motif. Why would Sandra have something so ridiculous looking? Was this kind of adult diaper cheaper than other brands? And was that why she had something so childish? Lifting both packages out of their hiding place, Josie learned the answer to those questions. Several pairs of what looked like enormous granny panties were tucked back underneath the blanket. Josie picked one up and unfolded the thin clear plastic-like material. Both the waistband and leg bands were ringed with tight elastic and a couple of rows of pink lace decorated the seat. A yellow covered, spiral bound yellow notebook was lodged in between the rest of the plastic pants. Josie pulled it out and flipped through the college ruled pages. It was a bunch of handwritten lists, well not lists really, because each line was just the same thing, over and over. One page read, “Sandy has been a very naughty girl", another, “Little Sandy needs a spanking.” Glancing down and seeing a zip lock sandwich bag containing two baby pacifiers next to the stack of jumbo sized panties ended Josie’s exploration, as she suddenly felt overwhelmed by her discovery. She carefully put everything back in its place, arranging the camouflaged covering just as she’d found it and beat a hasty retreat. Grabbing her purse and keys off the kitchen counter, Josie flew out the front door, skipping her morning coffee ritual and silently cursing herself for her own damn nosiness. Over the next several days, Josie kept a close eye on her roommate, keeping her own behavior as unchanged as possible. She also did some research, viewing the wide variety of adult baby pictures and stories available on line. Josie was floored that Sandra was one of these people. She decided that it was probably best to never mention what she’d seen, as it might mean the end of their friendship. Besides, everybody had things of their own that they did in private which would be difficult to explain to other people, although usually not something as potentially humiliating as Sandra’s little hobby. And that would have been it, as they say, but Josie suddenly found herself with a little too much downtime for her liking and idle thoughts can sometimes lead to, well… complications. A month had flown by since Josie’s discovery, when suddenly, without warning, she was visited by an old, always unwelcome companion, boredom, and she started to get strange ideas. During down time at work or while out running errands, Josie started to wonder what Sandra looked like in her diapers. While the online pictures of men in diapers had seemed more humorous than anything else, it was truly disconcerting how undeniably cute the adult women looked in their infantile finery, a fact which clashed deeply with Josie’s thoughtfully developed feminist beliefs. Having absolutely no desire to wear diapers herself, and not planning to until she was too old and grey to care what the nursing home staff strapped her into, Josie was nonetheless intrigued by Sandra’s own apparent desire to give up her maturity, and sadly, it made her lose a little respect for her old friend. But still, what must it be like for someone to fantasize about losing their adult independence and returning to little girlhood? And, wouldn’t such a woman innately do so if provided enough encouragement? What exactly would it take? Josie began spinning various scenarios in which she could arrange for both her and Sandra’s desires to become a reality. Sandra’s birthday was in two weeks, so she decided to pounce. Normally Josie wouldn’t have been so bold, but she’d recently received a promotion at work and the accompanying pay raise would allow her to get her own place if things turned sour with her current living situation. Nevertheless, she hesitated, right up until a couple of days before the annual occasion. **** Sandra opened her eyes and stretched. She looked over at the bedside clock. It was 9:37 AM, Sunday, October 8th. The newly minted 25-year-old smiled, today was her birthday. She’d spent the evening before with her family, going out for an overpriced meal and receiving several presents. She was especially grateful this year for the customary, large gift of cash from her parents. She’d been shopping online a little too much lately, and she needed to get her finances back on track. She’d gone out Friday night with several of her friends and gotten a little tipsy, but wasn’t hungover enough the next day to ruin dinner with the family. Today she was just gonna relax and go out to lunch with her roommate. The only thing that would have made this a better birthday was if she didn’t have to go back to work the next day, but alas, High School English wasn’t going to teach itself, now was it? She padded out into the kitchen in just her pajamas, and helped herself to a cup of the fresh coffee Josie had already made, nodding at her friend. “Hey.” Josie smiled, looking up at the tallish brunette from her cereal bowl. “Hey. How’d it go last night?” “Good, but my little brothers are as annoying as ever. Looks like you’ve been up a while.” Sandra said, referencing Josie’s state of dress. Her blond, 5’4” roommate was already dressed for the autumn weather. Her curvy figure was clad in an elegant looking grey sweater and dark blue form fitting jeans tucked into knee-high brown leather boots. “Yeah, I went to sleep early last night.” The two friends sat at their small dining nook table, talking for a few more minutes about Sandra’s family party and where they might go have lunch. Eventually Sandra stood up, excusing herself to take a shower and get ready to go out. “Sandy, before you get cleaned up, how about you open your presents first?” Sandra smiled. “Presents? You didn’t need to get me more than one” “Oh, you know me, I always over do it.” Sandra followed Josie into the living room and took a seat on the couch while Josie ventured on into her bedroom, returning with two similar sized festively wrapped, rectangular packages. Josie pulled an armchair across the room and placed it on the other side of the brown coffee table, sitting down to face Sandra. She handed her friend the first box. Tearing off the decorative paper, Sandra squealed with delight, as she always did in these situations. The grown woman had never lost her juvenile love of all things plush, and extracted the teddy bear from the clear plastic box and clutched it to her chest. “I don’t have a pink bear yet, this is perfect. Thanks Josie.” The two women stood up and hugged across the table. “I’m glad you like it, honey.” After they sat back down, Josie handed the second box to her friend. Well, here goes, Josie thought. She’d been nervous all morning and had gone back and forth several times, her courage wavering. But here they were, too late now. After stripping away the wrapping, Sandra’s eyes widened in surprise. Packaged just like her new pink teddy had been was a baby girl doll complete with little brown pigtails and a white onesie. According to the writing on the box, “LITTLE CATHY” drank from a bottle and wet her pants, “JUST LIKE A REAL BABY”. Driving this capability home, a miniature bottle and several doll sized diapers were mounted next to Cathy inside the box. Lifting the box off her lap, Sandra finally noticed the pink folded cloth underneath. Putting the doll box aside she lifted the thin, light pink t-shirt off what was left of the shredded paper and saw that something was written on the front. Holding the shirt up with two hands, she read the words “LITTLE SANDY” spelled out in grey lettering. Sandra’s mouth opened, but she didn’t say a thing. “I hope it’s the right size. We can’t really take it back if it’s not.” Josie had spent several days working on her opening line, and that was the best she could come up with. Damn, she felt nervous. “Wha… I don… Why, wou-” Sandra stammered. Josie gently cut her off. “Oh sweetie, we both know why. And it’s okay. I think it’s really cute.” Sandra looked at her friend with genuine fear in her eyes. “W- What’s cute?” Seeing her friend’s reaction, Josie suddenly felt awful. Not knowing what else to say, she met Sandra’s eyes with a none to confident reply. “Your baby side.” Again, Sandra sputtered in response. “I d… How… Bu..” Despite the extreme awkwardness and her conflicting emotions, Josie couldn’t help but smirk. She even sounds like a baby, she thought. Maybe this isn’t going to be too bad after all. “Honey, I just want to encourage you, and let you know you don’t have to hide in your room anymore. I’m here for you and I want to help you.” During the long, thought out preparation for this scene, Josie had decided to always use positive language and to keep things moving in a forward direction. The message she wanted to convey was - I support you, and here’s what you’re going to do. Sandra just stared at the carpeted floor. The silence grew. Josie didn’t want to lose the momentum and decided to go for it. “Why don’t you go try it on, little Sandy.” Josie said, keeping her tone flat and smiling at her flustered friend. With a look of horror, Sandra bolted off the couch and strode briskly toward her bedroom, still clutching the little pink T-shirt in her fist. Caught off guard, Josie scurried after her, only to have the bedroom door close in her face. Josie could hear Sandra rummaging through her things, and after a few minutes the door flew open and Sandra stalked past her. She’d exchanged her PJs for a thick hooded sweatshirt, yoga pants and running shoes and was heading toward the front door. “Where are you going?” Josie plaintively called after her. “Out,” snapped Sandra. “But what about lunch?” “Oh, just quit… Just leave me alone.” Sandra fumed petulantly as she stormed out of the apartment. Shaken by Sandra’s reaction, Josie cringed with self-revulsion over what she’d done. “Sandy, please don’t’ go. Just sit down for a minute.” She yelled out. Josie grabbed her bag from her own room and rushed after her friend. Eyeballing Sandra’s unoccupied car in its parking space, she scanned the rest of the lot. Seeing Sandra turning the far corner of the parking lot on foot, Josie guessed where she was going and followed from a distance. Fortunately, the line at the coffee shop wasn’t too long for a Sunday Morning, and Sandra was already in the middle of it when Josie walked through the door. Josie decided to impose. “Sandy, please get me my usual, I’ll be outside.” She called across the room. Sandra looked back over her shoulder, the look of misery on her pretty face hardening into a frown. Without saying anything, she turned back and faced the counter. Josie headed back outside, knowing that her friend was too kind not to grab her a latte, regardless of their current kerfuffle. The Autumn morning was cool but not unpleasant and Josie had her pick of the several available outdoor tables. Sandra eventually exited the building, two fisting a couple of hot paper cups. She set Josie’s latte in front of her friend and sat down before taking a sip of her usual whip cream covered, caramel flavored favorite, the kind of sickeningly sweet coffee drink that only teenagers, and apparently some adult women, would ever order more than once in their lifetime. Josie thanked her, relieved to find that Sandra seemed to have calmed down a bit. “You owe me $2.74.” Sandra said wearily. “Okay… Uh, I’m sorry if I upset you, that isn’t what I wanted to happen.” “Well, what did you want?” Sandra asked. “To help you.” “Help me how?” Josie smiled at her friend. “To help you be yourself. You can wear whatever you want around the apartment, I don’t care.” Sandra sighed deeply. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. How did you find out anyway? No one was supposed to know.” Dodging the question, but seizing the opening, Jose reached her hand across the table and clasped Sandra’s arm. “That’s my point, don’t you want someone else to know? To share your true feelings with someone, not just play pretend all the time.” Sandra sipped her drink slowly, not responding Josie plucked at the heavy cotton sweatshirt material covering Sandra’s arm with her fingers. “Did you put on your present?” Sandra’s placid expression turned into a scowl. “Sorry, sorry, too soon, right? In retrospect, perhaps not the best thing to say under the circumstances.” Josie said, turning her head slightly and shrugging her shoulders in the exaggerated, apologetic manner that never failed to get a giggle out of Sandra. Sandra smiled, despite herself. “So, is that how it’s going to be from now on? You making fun of me?” “No, not all the time. I might tease you a little, but I think you might kind of like it sometimes, even though you won’t admit it right now” Sandra’s eyes widened in shocked recognition, her smile vanishing and her manner becoming tense. “So, how did you find out?” Josie took a deep breath, which turned into an awkward, small coughing fit. “I’ve been really worried about you, you seemed so down, and you wouldn’t talk to me. And the hallway started to smell like…” Suddenly remembering where they were, Josie nervously glanced around to see if anyone was in eavesdropping range. “You went in my room, didn’t you? Without asking first. How could you?” Sandra accused, her voice rising. Josie pleaded with her friend to somehow understand her motives. “Yes, but only because of the pee smell and because I care about you and thought you might be sick or something. If I’d asked, you wouldn’t have let me. What was I supposed to do?” Sandra acknowledged to herself, that yes, it was true, she wouldn’t have let her. “Then you saw the diapers?” There, she’d finally said it. “Yeah, and the pacifiers and stuff.” Sandra winced. “What stuff?” She demanded, glaring at her housemate with mistrust. Josie looked down at the table “Um, you know… the plastic underwear thingies and the, uh… notebook…” She mumbled, her voice trailing off. Oh god, not the notebook, Sandra thought. She gasped and covered her mouth in mortification, now realizing for the first time that her oldest friend had read the imaginary punishment lines that fueled her favorite fantasies. Sandra started to cry. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” She whimpered pitifully. Josie leaned across the table, pleading once again with her friend, as her own eyes began to water. “Sandy, listen to me, I’m not going to let you feel bad about yourself. I love you. I’m not judging you. I only want what’s best for you. Let’s go home, I think you need to relax for a while. Everything’s going to be okay.” When Sandra didn’t acknowledge her, Josie stood up. She tossed her empty cup into the nearby waste receptacle and moved to Sandra’s side of the table. She reached down and put her hand under the other woman’s arm and gently lifted. “C’mon sweetie, we’re going home now.” Picking up Sandra’s half-filled cup with her free hand, Josie led the taller woman down the sidewalk. Entering the apartment, Sandra headed to her room and Josie followed. Surprised by the intrusion, Sandra sat down on her bed. “How are you feeling?” Josie asked. “I’m really tired, I think I kind of want to be alone right now.” Sandra said, looking up at her friend. Josie smiled and ran her hand through Sandra’s hair. “Yeah. I think you should take a little nap, get yourself sorted out” Sandra nodded. They both looked at each other, neither moving. “Take your shoes off.” Josie finally said. Sandra kicked her shoes off and lay back on the bed. She turned toward the wall, lying on her side and bending her legs at the knee. Josie sighed, picking up the discarded shoes and placing them over by the closet. This girl really needs to clean her room up, this is getting ridiculous, Josie thought as she crossed the room and turned off the light. Sandra looked back over her shoulder at Josie. “Could you close the door, please?” Josie smiled down at the woman. “No, I think for the time being, the door needs to stay open. I’m worried about you” Too dazed by the day’s events to object, Sandra lay her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. About an hour later, Sandra entered the living room/kitchen area yawning and still wearing the exercise clothes she’d slept in. Josie sat at the dinner table typing on her laptop, finishing up a report for work. She looked up and smiled. “How’d you sleep? “Erm, fine, I guess.” Sandra said, stretching her arms above her head. She sat down across from Josie. “How do you feel about our little talk? “I don’t know.” Sandra replied weakly. Ever the showman, Josie tried to lighten the mood. “Well, I still have to give you your last birthday present”. She said in an exaggeratedly festive manner. Sandra looked at her apprehensively. “What is it?” “Well actually, it’s a two parter. First, because we didn’t make it out to lunch, I am going to cook the birthday girl her favorite dinner, spaghetti.” Sandra visibly brightened at the news. Encouraged, Josie continued. “And you, my dear, get to wear one of your diapers in front of another person for the rest of the day, with nothing over it, just like you always wanted to” Sandra’s manner morphed back into that of a frightened kitten. “I… I don’t think I should.” Josie sighed and shook her head. “Oh Sandy, it’s your birthday. This is something you need, just let yourself be happy and enjoy the moment. “But I’m scared.” “Don’t you mean, I’m scaawed.” Josie lisped, sticking her bottom lip out at Sandra. Sandra rolled her eyes. “Again with the teasing? Really?” Josie giggled. “Darling, you’re not allowed to be scaawed, sorry, I mean scared, anymore. It’s time to accept things for what they are and for what you are. Let’s make this the bestest birthday ever.” “W-What would we do?” “Nothing special, just eat dinner and watch a movie. Now shoo and don’t come back until you’ve changed.” Twenty minutes later, Sandra shyly shuffled back into the room, the large, grey sweatshirt proudly displaying her alma matter that she was wearing almost completely covering the fluffy white and pink diaper on her hips. Josie turned from where she was standing in the kitchen and shook her head. “No Sandy, not like that, go put your new shirt on. I already took off the tags and washed it before I gave it to you. Your diaper needs to be out in the open, so I can see it.” Sandra just stood staring at her, a look of protest on her face. “But, I… “ “No buts. Go.” Josie interrupted, pointing back down the hallway. “Fine, Miss Bossy.” Sandra threw up her hands in complaint, but did as she was told. The cute t-shirt proved a perfect fit. The bottom hem just met the top of Sandra’s crinkly padded underwear. The bashful woman kept trying to pull the shirt down further as she once again stood before her exacting chum and waited on her approval, but the pink cotton material wouldn’t budge. Josie was in the kitchen mixing the ingredients of her garden salad. “Oh Sweetie, you look adorable,” she gushed, silently elated at the progress she’d made with the malleable little squirt. She had essentially put her roommate in a diaper and taken away her right to wear pants for the night, just because she'd said so. Not bad for one day. If I can do this, I can do anything, she thought. Sandra glowed with giggly glee, this was proving an incredible experience for her. “Do you really like it?” “Yes, Baby, I do. Now come over here and give me a hand, diaper girl.” Sandra’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and attempting to regain at least a little of her lost footing, albeit in a light-hearted manner, she put her hands on her hips in mock outrage. “Josie not play nice, you big meanie. No more making fun.” She accused in her angry, practiced, infantile voice, which up until this moment had been restricted exclusively to solo playtime. Josie laughed with astonished delight. “Okay, okay. Just set the table, Cassandra. No teasing, I promise.” Surprised and pleased by the use of her real first name, Sandra grabbed the necessary plates and silverware. To an outsider it might have looked like a little girl trying to make her Mommy proud, but Sandra didn’t recognize the parallel, not consciously anyway. Although, if she really thought about it, her real mother was the only one who ever called her Cassandra, and only then just on occasion. To most family members and friends, she was always just Sandy, to professional colleagues, Sandra. The pair spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other’s company, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The yummy dinner gave way to re-watching a favorite tear jerker, followed by mutual admonitions that they’d better get to bed before it got to late. As they took turns brushing their teeth in the shared bathroom, Sandra became self-conscience of her diapered state as she viewed herself and her fully clothed companion side by side in the vanity mirror. The last one to finish the nightly ritual, Sandra wasn’t too surprised to find Josie waiting for her in her bedroom. “It’s time for bed little Sandy.” Josie pulled back the comforter, smiling as her new diaper baby dutifully climbed under the covers. “Thanks for everything. Good night, Josie.” Sandra said, looking up at her best friend. “Happy Birthday, baby. Good night.” Josie said, reaching down to tickle the giggling woman’s chin. She crossed the room and turned off the light, leaving the door open as she left the room. Sandra stared up at the ceiling and waited. Finally hearing Josie’s bedroom door close, Sandra did something she usually only did on nights when she couldn’t fall asleep. She rolled onto her side, nestling her cheek on the pillow and brought a hand to her mouth. As the diaper clad woman began sucking her thumb with groggy dedication, the faint rhythmic noise soothed her to sleep. It had been a long day and Sandra was all tuckered out. **** Josie’s alarm went off at 7:30 AM and she hit the snooze button, but upon further consideration of the day ahead, she reached up and shut the damn thing off. Stumbling out of her room, she made the daily pilgrimage to the magic coffee machine, only absent mindedly noticing that Sandra’s bedroom door was half way open. A few minutes later while praising the invention of electric timers as she took the first sip, Josie suddenly became energized by remembrance of the previous day’s events. She hurried back towards the bedrooms and peered inside Sandy’s room. The woman was gone of course, perhaps already sitting at her desk in the front of classroom 201, ready to dole out the daily literature assignments to the next generation. What a trooper. Josie frowned. While pleased that she now had unfettered access to Sandra’s domain, she was still appalled by the clutter within. At that moment the only thing equaling the affection she felt for her bestie, was the desire to crack the whip and make little Miss Messy Pants clean up her room. My work is never done, thought Josie with a sly smile, as she traipsed back toward the kitchen.