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  1. I still can’t believe I’m starting 2025 with a brand-new mini-story featuring Riley, my first published story! If you haven’t read it yet or want to re-read it, you can find it in the forum here or on AO3 or on Quotev! That said, enjoy the read! If you have any advice or feedback, don’t hesitate to leave a comment! -Milo P.S.: I hope this year to write and to publish a fully improved version of "Grace and Lukas". --- 1 Luz Mendoza cleared her throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, today’s meeting isn’t like the others we’ve had in the past few weeks.” She paused, casting a wary glance at one of them. “Mark! Since you’re one of the last people to join the Super Secret Diaper Group, you’re not ready for what I’m about to say! Neither are the others!” The person in question opened his mouth and raised a finger to respond, but Sally silenced him with a single look. He just smiled. Pacing back and forth, Luz resumed speaking with a military demeanor: stern, harsh, and commanding. “Christmas was an unprecedented success, especially because it was the first one we spent together — and the first with Mark.” “I admit it was a lot of fun!” he remarked, satisfied. Then he was struck by a fit of giggles. “Right, Riley?” She looked away, slightly offended. “Guys, now is not the time to get sidetracked!” Luz thundered, taking the floor again. “This will be the first Valentine’s Day we celebrate together! We must prepare ourselves as best as we can if we want our crushes to fall at our feet! That’s why I’ve decided that the project we propose to Mrs. Mullins will be: The Invitation Board!” Riley, Ferg, Sally, and Mark exchanged puzzled glances but couldn’t hide their interest. A few indistinct murmurs followed but soon faded. It was Riley, the first of the group, who stood up and prepared to continue the announcement. She felt confident about the idea and couldn’t wait to share it with her friends. Luckily, she was wearing a diaper under her jeans, where she could let her worries and anxieties flow, which were bound to surface soon enough. “Thank you, Luz. Could you go get the prototype, please?” When Luz returned, she unrolled a long blue poster board with a simple table drawn on it featuring three columns, unevenly distributed in both cell length and width. The columns read: Organizer, Type of Date, and finally, Invitee. She took a deep breath and let her bladder do its work, just like before a school presentation. One, two, three. Here we go! “Our goal is *transparency,” she revealed enthusiastically. “Everyone knows who’s inviting whom and what kind of date it will be. We all know it’s common knowledge that we’re afraid to reveal our crushes. That’s why, with the Invitation Board, courage is mandatory! It’s a written but indirect and implicit invitation! So, what do you think?” Sally wore a horrified expression. Mark’s mouth stretched into a not-so-genuine smile. Ferg squinted at the design, seemingly searching for something that would help him form an opinion. Riley quickly did the math: her sister didn’t like it at all, Mark found it cute, and Ferg had no opinion. One out of three. A complete disaster. Luz rolled up the poster and noticed her friend’s disappointed expression. “Well, what’s with the silence? Speak up, already!” “For me, it’s a no,” Sally said coldly. Mark followed with a hopeful tone: “It could be improved.” Ferg looked at all his friends, then raised both hands to head level. “I hate to say it, but we might be better off scrapping this and starting fresh.” Riley let out a disappointed sigh. The majority had spoken, so she had to throw in the towel and start over from scratch. She had spent days building that table. “Thanks for your honesty, guys.” She sat back down between her sister and Mark, silent. “So, what now?” Ferg asked. “Do we have a plan B?” “No,” Luz replied, looking at him. “We have to come up with something, and fast!” As their friends began proposing ideas, Sally glanced at Riley. She leaned close and whispered into her ear, “Are you okay?” Riley gave her a glum look. “Even down there?” She whispered back, “I peed while I was talking. And I need to go again! You?” “Dry,” Sally replied. “But I should go to the bathroom.” “Then let’s go.” Riley raised her hand, and her friends fell silent. “I know we’re super late, but how about we take a break? Sally and I need to make a pit stop, and giving our brains some air wouldn’t be the worst idea.” Ferg was the first to nod, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back against the bed. “Finally, someone says it! Wake me up when everyone’s ready to start again.” He closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep. “You might want to go before you witness the end of the circle of life,” Mark joked as he watched Luz crawl toward a half-snoozing Ferg. Then their eyes met. Riley chuckled, her cheeks suddenly turning red. Before she realized it, Sally grabbed her hand and began escorting her out of the room. --- “Where do you think Mom is?” Sally asked, looking around. “Do you think she’s in the study?” “I don’t know!” Riley replied bitterly. “This diaper is starting to bother me!” Sally made a face. “It’s always the same story. You pee more than you should, and then you do everything you can to avoid looking for Mom or Dad to get changed! If you keep this up, you’re going to get a nasty rash!” They descended the last step of the staircase and turned toward the study on the opposite side. “That’s not true!” Riley retorted, slightly offended. “I do it because I don’t want to bother them while they’re working.” Sally let out a sound of frustration; she hated it when her sister denied the obvious. “Do I need to remind you that we have rules to follow? Rule number six: once we’ve wet or soiled our diaper, we have to tell Mom and/or Dad right away.” “I know the rule!” “Then why didn’t you stop and go find Mom?” It took Riley a few moments to reply; she still hadn’t gotten over the rejection of her idea for the Valentine’s project. “Because… because I was showing you all my brilliant idea!” They arrived at the door to the study, but neither seemed inclined to knock. They looked each other straight in the eyes. “Brilliant!” Sally repeated sarcastically. “You mean invasive and open to ridicule!” “What do you mean by that?” “You know what I mean!” her sister shot back indignantly. “You know how boys react to mushy stuff! They don’t care how we feel! They don’t even know what love is!” Riley burst out laughing. “You’re still mad at that boy from 2D? Timothy, right?” She furrowed her brow angrily. “Yeah, boys don’t understand anything!” “Or maybe he just wasn’t your type, Sally.” Riley tried to be reasonable. “You’re generalizing. There are other boys who might deserve you.” “And what if I like girls too?” she pretended to hypothesize. “I could even have a crush on you, Riley Bishop.” Riley felt a tinge of embarrassment. “Hey! Keep your feet on the ground! You know I love you like a sister!” “Thanks for reminding me for the umpteenth time, sister!” Sally blew her a kiss. “But tell me, do you have a crush?” Riley adopted a puzzled look. Wasn’t she the one who had dragged her here to get her diaper changed? A sense of embarrassment struck her, but she did her best to ignore it and focus on the study door. She knocked and waited. “Oh, come on, Riley!” her sister almost begged. “I won’t laugh if you tell me!” “I don’t have a crush on anyone, Sally.” Riley wanted to believe those words, but she couldn’t, and she didn’t know why. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. I know what you do when you find out other people’s secrets.” Sally giggled mischievously. “Says the girl who peed herself at the supermarket because she thought she was wearing a diaper!” Riley turned to her and punched her in the arm. “Ow!” Sally promptly rubbed it. “Why’d you do that?” “You know why,” Riley scolded her firmly, her head lowered as she recalled what had happened a year ago. Then, she resumed speaking in a serious tone: “Do you remember the theme of our last literature assignment? Write a dialogue between your current self and your past self from a year ago. How do you think 11-year-old Riley would have reacted to the news that, a year later, she’d have to wear diapers all the time because her parents think she’s at risk of losing control of her bladder?” Only then did Sally realize what she had unconsciously done. “I’m sorry, I forgot this still hurts you.” Riley’s expression changed, and she said gratefully, “Thanks for putting one on me.” “It was Mom and Dad’s idea,” she admitted sincerely. “That’s what sisters are for, right?” The sound of the lock mechanism clicked softly, and the door opened to reveal Helen, their mom, dressed in work clothes. “Girls, is something wrong?” Sally spoke for both of them, whispering. “We peed, Mom. Could you change us, please?” A reassuring smile formed on her face. “Let me finish the meeting, and then I’ll be there. Where are your friends?” “In my room,” Riley replied. “Oh,” their mom bit her lower lip, “tell them to move to the table in the living room so I can change you in complete privacy. Oh, before I forget, does your new friend need a change too?” The girls exchanged a questioning look, then both shook their heads. “Ask him, I don’t want him getting a rash. Then I’ll have to deal with his mom!” --- Once she made sure Sally, Luz, and Ferg were out of earshot, Riley partially closed the door to her room and stood in front of Mark. Just like her mother, she looked him up and down, trying to figure out if he was wearing a diaper or not. Of course, he was wearing one, but the jeans he had on concealed it very well. “What are you doing?” he asked insistently. “Why are it just the two of us now?” Riley felt that same sense of embarrassment again, her cheeks turning red. Again? Ugh, enough already! Why do I feel nervous when I’m around him? In a slight panic, she asked him, “Did you wet your diaper?” Mark took a step back, seemingly unbothered by her question. “I don’t know. Can you help me check?” “Sure, lower your jeans,” she said quickly, her eyes unable to stay focused on his handsome face. “You’re wearing a pull-up, right?” “Oh yeah,” he replied cheerfully and started unbuttoning his jeans. “What about you? Are you wearing one of the classic ones?” “Ha-ha.” Her eyes flicked toward her changing table. “If I’m not mistaken, your mom hates that type of diaper.” “You can say that again.” Mark undid the last button and let his jeans fall. “Can you see the symbol, Riley? I can’t.” It was an intense battle between her and her emotions. Riley struggled to keep her gaze steady on her friend, which made the check all the more difficult. I just need to see the symbol, not what’s underneath! I know boys are different from girls! Why do I feel so… nervous?! Mom, please, come here now! “Well,” Mark stammered uncertainly, “is the symbol still there?” “Uh…” Riley had her head turned to the left, with only one eye able to glance at the light blue pull-up her friend was wearing. What could he be thinking? Riley, for heaven’s sake, get a grip! Damn it! She sighed, making a futile attempt to examine the diaper with her one available eye. “Just another second, Mark. I’m almost there.” Now it was Mark who was dying of embarrassment. He stood there, arms holding up his red hoodie, jeans around his ankles, with his pull-up fully visible. In front of him, his friend and classmate was looking—without much interest— at the garment that hid his private parts from the world. “Riley, this isn’t the time to play games!” he scolded. “I’m trying!” she replied with complete sincerity. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I can’t look at you!” Instinctively, Mark crouched down to her level, trying to catch her gaze. At that moment, Riley turned her head, and her lips accidentally collided with his. Immediately afterward, her arms pushed him away, and he fell backward. Her heart was racing uncontrollably, her cheeks began to burn, and she felt the cold and dampness of her diaper pressing against her bottom. It took her a few seconds to realize what had just happened. I… I just kissed… I just kissed Mark!
  2. 1 Riley lived a monotonous life. Like any other eleven-year-old girl, she would wake up early in the morning, eat breakfast with a bowl of milk and cereal, brush her teeth and become an athlete to catch the bus that would take her to school, spend five hours listening to her teachers' endless speeches, and write down everything important on her notepad. Friends she had none. Not that she minded the company of others, let's be clear; she preferred to stay in the background and be on her own. In group work she would participate enthusiastically and do her part; when it was over she would go back to being the shy, reserved little girl she was. From time to time she imagined what her life would have been like if she had had friends. Probably, it would have been less boring and static and more eventful. Once, she posed the question to her parents, whose answers did not enlighten her much. Her father Greg told her that having friends fills the days with great excitement, while her mother Helen told her that time passes more quickly and cheerfully if one is in the company of a friend. She was still pondering this on her way home from school. She passed Vito's restaurant, then Mary-Ann's china store, then stopped at the supermarket entrance. She looked at it undecided about her next move. It was quite a long way, at least a 30-minute walk. She had finished her water bottle in the story hour; she would be thirsty even before she entered the residential area. She tapped the left pocket of her jacket, she had her wallet with her, therefore money as well. She was sure of it, she had not used it before this moment. Thus, she passed through the entrance and headed for the bottle counter. She took a fresh water bottle and set off in search of the crates, which in a single moment turned into a full-fledged treasure hunt. She found herself in the meat department, continued to the right, all the way to the back, and arrived at the area dedicated to bread. Puffing, she went back four wards and turned left. She was surprised to see the shelf of baby products on one side and the toy shelf on the other. Motionless as a statue, she admired the baby products side, especially the diapers and wet wipes in their colorful and flashy packaging. She came out of her trance-like moment by shaking her head. She reached over and grabbed a package of Pampers Baby-Dry. Fluffy, she thought. I wonder how they will fit me? Suddenly, Riley was struck with a sense of disgust and placed it back on the shelf. Why had she thought that? Why had she stopped there and held a package of baby diapers in her hands? What was happening to her? She took steps back. Her gaze shifted to a young woman with brown hair and delicate face. She, too, was looking at that section with interest. She stopped at the exact spot where Riley had been perched and picked up the diaper package and placed it in her cart. In that instant, their eyes met. Caught in the act, Riley looked away; her mother had taught her that looking at strangers was rude. She blushed. In complete silence, the lady smiled at her and continued on her way. The little girl took one last look at the shelves filled with diapers and other baby products. She would have liked to buy them and use them. However, there was one detail that hammered in her head: she was an eleven-year-old girl and able to listen to her body, not a baby. She went back to find the speakers, putting this strange episode behind her and hoping it would not happen again. I am a big girl, she told herself. And big girls don't wear diapers. — The next day, Riley was there again looking at those shelves full of light blue packages of Pampers Baby-dry diapers stacked one on top of the other and one behind the other forming an impregnable wall. The real reason she was there was still a mystery, but she didn't care at that moment. She was itching to buy a pack of diapers and a package of wet wipes. She reassured herself by saying, "I'll take them now. I'm going to get them now. I'll take them now." As soon as she took the first step, she would immediately retract it. Then, the air grew tenser and tenser, and Riley tried harder and harder not to panic. She did this seven times in a row. "You still here too?" asked a soft voice. The little girl turned her head to her left; it was the woman she had seen twenty-four hours earlier, dressed in a slightly wrinkled dark blue overcoat and brand-new light blue pants. Her first thought was: What a strange coincidence. "Uh-huh," Riley replied, nodding. His heart began to beat faster. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only person in this lane," replied the adult in a friendly, cordial tone. "I forgot to take the wipes yesterday." The woman fetched them and then returned to Riley. "You seem nervous, are you all right little girl?" Riley nodded hastily, as well as giving an unbelievable smile. The woman looked behind her, then turned her focus back to the little girl with a questioning face. "Why are you here?" she asked as she lowered herself to her height, eyes as clear green as an expanse of grass on a sunny day. Quickly, she added, "If you don't mind me asking." Riley remained silent. Why was this woman asking her that question? Was she a woman who had ulterior motives? Where were the adults at that moment? She began to breathe nervously. The woman realized she was being impetuous toward her, so she repeated the question in a lighter, less inquisitive voice, "What brought you here, honey?" "I... I-I don't know," Riley stammered, taking a few steps back. "Maybe..." "You're interested in these things," replied the woman thoughtfully. "It's nothing wrong, you know." Her eyes lit up. The woman continued. "It's a curiosity that a lot of kids have, so there's nothing wrong with... going back to being a little baby and using baby things. " "Really?" "Yes," she replied, smiling, "you're not crazy, you're a normal kid. You're unique." Riley's eyes became glazed over and she rubbed them with the sleeve of her jacket. "I want to make you a proposition, so you are free to refuse," the woman began. "I'll buy you everything you need and drive you home. What do you say?" Without thinking, the little girl shook her head. Such a proposal could not be refused. And Riley already had a counter-proposal in mind to make to the mystery woman. She took courage and proposed to her, "I have the money and I want to take it... but the only thing I need... is... to know how it fits." The woman smiled. "Would you like me to put it on before we part?" Riley blushed embarrassed and looked away from her. No. No! This was going too far; her private parts remained private! The woman chuckled amusedly, "Just kidding, silly! Just lie on top of it, lift it up until you feel it over your belly, and attach the tapes. If you're having difficulty, watch a YouTube video." Riley nodded and in a low voice thanked the woman, before leaving her field of vision she ruffled her hair playfully and wished her good luck with everything. Would she see her again someday? She took a package of diapers, one of wet wipes and a lotion of moisturizer and walked to the cashier to pay. The cashier who had served her, a woman in her 60s, complimented her on being a diligent and responsible girl. She could not blush upon hearing those sweet words; she wished they had been true! Once outside the supermarket, she felt over the moon, and the smile on her face was proof of that. Now, it remained for her to go home and turn back the clock; the day had taken a decidedly more exciting direction than the usual monotony.
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