This is a story born out of a girl giving up on the notion of finding that one perfect role-playing partner (mostly through my own failings) and finding precious few works of fiction that tick off all of the boxes I need in order to engage myself in a story (and there are too many). In short, I’m a picky thing and decided to put my money where my mouth is and just write my ideal story. It requires a small bit of suspension of disbelief, but most of the stories here do. I hope it’s good.
Chapter One: The Exam
The day Bailey’s life changed for the weirder, she had no idea it was even happening. It was strange, she would muse later, how such drastic shifts in the paradigm of things could just slip by unnoticed, to be reflected on later with a rueful smile (or, if things shifted for the worse as they often did, a painful stab of regret). Today, the only portent of her fate was a commercial she was only half paying attention to while meticulously painting her toenails. Her older sister’s wedding was in two days, and while she wasn’t in the wedding party (by her own volition, citing Morgan’s much closer friendships with her coworkers and classmates), she still wanted to look good, both for her sister and to just feel good about herself. She didn’t draw a lot of attention at school, being a bit on the slim side in every department, so if she could doll herself up, toss a few pictures up on Instagram, and even get a few token comments (“Looking good, girl!”), it would be quite the stroke to her admittedly fragile ego.
But what girl of fifteen didn’t have a fragile ego?
Dabbing one last little layer of emerald green onto her pinkie toe, Bailey leaned back and gave her toes a happy wiggle. Perfect, no smudges. All of that time in Mrs. Coleman’s art class had finally paid off. She took up her iPhone (not the most current model, but she didn’t need to bug Mom and Dad for a new one every couple of years) and opened up Snapchat, humming as she took a pic of her newly-painted nails.
‘Nails are a go for the big day!’
She added it to her story and made sure to send it along to Morgan, who would probably like any assurance at all that someone was actually preparing for the wedding. Apparently, one of her bridesmaids had been acting a bit flaky recently, which was the stuff of nightmares for any bride-to-be. She hoped there wasn’t too much leg in the picture; they had garnered a slew of remarks about being “pasty” and “typical ginger legs” the last time.
Of course they were typical ginger legs; she was a typical ginger! Everything from her actual ginger-colored hair (not red; the distinction was there) to the freckles covering every inch of her body (every inch) screamed ginger. No one was accomplishing anything by pointing it out!
Maybe she was a bit self conscious. There was certainly a market for gangly ginger girls (Reddit had sure taught her that), but wherever it was, it wasn’t in this part of the world. Sporty brunettes who enjoyed hunting and acting “country” like it was an adjective were a dime-a-dozen around here, but it seemed like every guy had dimes to spare.
“We know that not every child is done with diapers at the same time. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes training pants or adult incontinence supplies just don’t cut it. Sometimes, our little ones still need a diaper. Introducing Pampers Royals. Specially-designed to fit around your growing child’s legs, hips, and waist, Pampers Royals are perfect for your older child or teen, with a size and absorbency tailored to the active lifestyle they live.”
Looking up from her phone with a raised eyebrow, Bailey found herself letting a single nose-breath of a laugh. Wow. Diapers for your pants-wetting middle-schooler? She bet it was a punishment tactic in disguise. Bad grades? Back to diapers. Being a bully at school? Diapers for you. The commercial itself was just a bunch of active, happy-looking kids playing sports or hanging out with their parents. What a way to break into the acting industry.
“They don’t all grow up at the same speed. For those that just need a little more time, pick Pampers Royals. Available in Princess and Prince varieties.”
Were they going for understanding or patronizing? Bailey thought they were toeing the line a bit, dipping a bit more heavily into patronizing. Are you just a little baby? Keep wearing diapers, little baby. Everyone else is growing up around you, but it’s okay if you don’t.
Child psychologists were probably having a field day with this one.
Minutes later, with the TV still droning on in the background (she wasn’t even really watching it, just keeping it on for noise while prodding at her phone), she received a Snap from Kacey, one of her best friends from school. It was actually a short video of the commercial, captioned ‘Yo, WTF?’
She let a singular laugh and smiled as she sent a chat back.
Me: ‘I just saw the same commercial! Are you on channel 14?’
Kacey: ‘Yeah I’m all about that Judge Judy life.’
Me: ‘You know that show’s older than both of us, right?’
Kacey: ‘I know I like watching hot messes more white trash than me argue over arbitrary bullshit’
Me: ‘I have no argument for that. Carry on’
Kacey was Bailey’s best friend, and had been for as long as she could remember. She didn’t come from as…privileged a background as Bailey, but that never came between them. In fact Bailey’s parents allowed Kacey carte blanche to come over whenever she wanted, no-questions-asked, something Kacey took advantage of often during the summer, when her own mom was out with her…boyfriends.
At the moment, though, Bailey had more pressing things to ponder than her best friend’s mother’s proclivities. She had just finished a fresh coat of polish on her toenails and was now dealing with a full bladder, courtesy of her second cup of coffee of the day. Coffee always went right through her, a fact she probably ought to have considered before settling in for an activity that would leave her feet out of commission for at least a half hour. Cursing her lack of foresight, she grumbled and got to her feet, hobbling along on her heels so as to elevate her toes. She probably looked ridiculous, but she was alone in the house, meaning no one got to giggle at her predicament but herself.
And laughter at your expense was only good when it was your own laughter.
She made it to the bathroom, carefully sliding her shorts and undies down and plunking down, making sure her clothes didn’t brush the drying polish. Fortuitously, the downstairs bathroom was arranged with the toilet across from the large vanity mirror over the sink, meaning she got to have a little staring contest with herself while she peed. Pale, freckles, a crow’s nest of wavy ginger hair, and the flat expression of someone who forgot her phone in the bathroom. With as much coffee as she enjoyed drinking (and the requisite water she followed it up with, lest she dehydrate herself), she spent a lot of time in here.
One would think she’d remember to bring her phone more often.
“We know that not every child is done with diapers at the same time. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes…”
“Oh, shut up, Pampers!”
To say that the commercial was some manner of foreshadowing of her own real life would be assigning the universe itself a little more agency than she was comfortable with it having, but it was certainly timely, or it would end up being so on retrospect. Aside from school wrapping up in a matter of days (classes were actually over, leaving only final exams to slog through), there was a wedding on the horizon. That wedding, being a traditional Lutheran affair, was bound to be upwards of forty-five minutes, edging closer to a full hour. It was also to be rather early in the morning, an hour before Bailey was even used to getting out of bed during the summer. She would need a cup of coffee to even stay awake and then would need to sit through an hour-long ceremony.
Hopefully no one would mind if she slipped away during the proceedings to use the toilet. If not, she would be the one in need of a Pampers Royal.
“Why does my Facebook keep showing me ads for those weird-ass Pampers?” Kacey asked as she and Bailey spent a free period between two exams lounging in the school’s gymnasium. All around them, other students were milling about, bouncing a ball around or otherwise occupying themselves. “Like I’m just gonna shit my pants during an exam or something?”
Kacey was every trashy Midwest high school girl stereotype rolled into one beautiful mess. With bleached-blonde hair, baggy sweats, and a loose-fitting zippered hoodie open over a snug-fitting t-shirt, she was a lit cigarette and a pregnant away from being a clone of her mother. But while Kacey embraced most of the aesthetic, she had long since rejected the footsteps left behind by Natasha Hanes and thrown herself into her studies with gusto. Thanks to dedication to her schoolwork, and in spite of nearly everyone’s expectations, she had passed her freshman year with a 3.2 GPA, which was nothing to sneeze at.
But it didn’t mean that she wasn’t a foulmouthed little punk at heart.
“I dunno, but it feels like I’m seeing that commercial everywhere,” Bailey said with a shake of her head as she tossed an empty bottle of Starbucks coffee toward a recycling bin. “It’s even been popping up on YouTube on my PS4.”
“I actually went and found them at Walmart the other day,” Kacey told her. “They’re huge.”
“Well, yeah, they have to fit…you know, us,” Bailey laughed. “Are they expensive?”
“Not really,” Kacey said. “More than a baby diaper, but not bad. Why, you gonna get some?”
She said the last part jokingly, but Bailey just shrugged, prompting a shocked look.
“Bailey, no way!” she said with a cackle. “Oh my gosh, is that your thing!?”
“Yes, I’ve been a secret diaper fetishist this whole time,” Bailey snorted. “And I’ve been cleverly hiding it from you, my only friend in the whole world who I tell literally everything to.”
“Hey, you never know,” Kacey shrugged asa well. “This could be like something new you just discovered. And for the record, I would have been super supportive. Like…way extremely confused but super supportive.”
“You literally laughed at the idea forty seconds ago,” Bailey deadpanned.
“Supportive laughter!” Kacey added, still giggling. She fell silent for a moment, looking around at the assembled students. “You think someone here is wearing one? Don’t wanna have to worry about going to the bathroom during the exams?”
“Well, it’s not a bad idea,” Bailey admitted. “It’s hard, when you get to the last few questions and you just gotta pee real bad.”
“Be nice to just be able to go right there, right?” Kacey asked. “Clear your head, you know?”
The two fell silent, lost in their own thoughts. The more Bailey thought about it, the less insane the idea seemed. Or perhaps that wasn’t quite correct; it certainly still seemed insane, but it was doable. They were allowed to leave school grounds during off periods–both of them had obtained signed permission slips to do so–and there was a Walmart within walking distance….
She turned to Kacey, finding her blonde friend staring back at her with wide eyes, having wordlessly reached the same conclusion.
“Shit,” she muttered, getting to her feet and checking her phone for the time as Bailey followed. “Forty minutes.”
“That’s enough time,” Bailey said, the two making their way toward the doors. “Are we really gonna – “
“Not talk about it?” Kacey cut her off. “Uh, yeah, we’re sure not.”
As one, they took the front door and nearly fell down the steps in their haste, all but running to Walmart.
It was a cool day, at least, with a breeze that made the light jog to Walmart infinitely more bearable. Most of the town of Hammond Bay was situated along one road, which Bailey was told was hell to drive on but made walking anywhere a pretty simple matter. Traffic was light in the middle of an early summer day; most everyone was still at work, and summer vacation didn’t officially start for a few days. The trip was made in almost complete silence, save for a small exchange made when the time came to cross to the other side of the three-lane main drag.
“Hand,” Kacey said, holding hers out, and Bailey took it, feeling the way her friend’s palm was sweating a bit. “Go, go, go!”
Another hazard of Hammond Avenue being very much the only main street in the entire town was crossing the thing, which had precious few dedicated crosswalks and generally left you at the mercy of gaps in traffic. Bailey often hesitated to go for it herself, relying on Kacey to bodily drag her along.
It was a pretty perfect reflection of their entire friendship, really.
They crossed the Walmart parking lot, spotting a few other students that had braved the trip to get a drink or grab a quick lunch from the deli’s hot food counter. Bailey saw a few familiar faces but couldn’t put names to any of them.
She was awful with names.
“What if someone sees us?” she asked Kacey, whose eyes were also darting around from face to face.
“We’ll just…be discreet,” she said.
They stepped into the wash of cool air, passing through the entryway and into the store proper. Tinny pop music played from the ceiling, and a low hum of activity met Bailey’s ears, along with the intermittent beeping of the registers ringing up customers. Still holding onto her hand, Kacey led Bailey straight to the back, past aisles of groceries and the clothing section. Bailey paused for a moment when she saw a cute summer dress that she actually really liked, but Kacey dragged her onward.
“We don’t have time,” she said, though she sounded amused.
“I wanna come back and get that dress, though,” Bailey shot back, and Kacey rolled her eyes over her shoulder.
“You’re such a basic white girl sometimes,” she said.
“And you’re basic white trash, but I love you anyway,” Bailey told her, earning only a wink from her blonde friend.
“You’re fuckin’ right,” she said.
The baby needs section was empty when they reached it, which was lucky for the pair, at least. Kacey knew right where to go, leading Bailey down the aisle and past rows of packaged diapers. On the end, with signage on the shelf pronouncing it a new addition to the section, the Pampers Royals sat in extra-large packaging. There were several varieties, for preteens all the way to mid-teens. Any older, Bailey mused, and they might as well have been adult diapers. The packages all bore age-appropriate children smiling and looking rather pleased with themselves, though Bailey noticed that none of them were visibly wearing the diapers. No doubt that would have been a bit much for the prospective client base to look at.
Kacey spent a moment poking at her phone before pointing down the aisle.
“Grab some of that A&D stuff and some powder,” she said in a quiet voice, reaching for the pink packaging of the Princess variety in the largest size. With a jolt, Bailey realized that this was all really happening. They were going to buy these diapers and actually wear them. “Bailey!”
“Right,” she said, scrambling over to pick up a small screw-cap tub of A&D ointment and a canister of powder. “So, we ninja over to a self-checkout?”
“Let’s cut through the clothing department,” Kacey said. “If we see someone we know, we just ditch the stuff and say we were just killing time.”
Feeling a bit like they were robbing the place (and probably drawing the attention of a Loss Prevention worker), they did just that, slipping through the juniors’ clothing section and then the intimates before darting toward the self-checkout. Kacey was up first, scanning the diapers and then stuffing them in a bag with hands that Bailey noticed were shaking. She more sedately scanned the ointment and the powder (which were pretty innocuous on their own), slipping them into a separate bag before drawing out her wallet. In short order, the items were paid for, and Bailey took a deep breath. At least the worst part was seemingly over.
“Alright,” Kacey said, letting out a breath of her own. “Alright. Family restroom?”
“Yeah,” Bailey said with a fervent nod. Time to actually put these things on. “Family restroom.”
They left the self-checkout area, passing a mildly perplexed associate who just shrugged and watched them go by. Past the jewelry counter, through the electronics and into the smaller section in the back that housed the bathrooms and seemed to change purposes every week. Currently, it was just stacked with decrepit cardboard boxes of unknown origin. Bailey didn’t really spend a lot of time trying to figure it out, as she was unceremoniously yanked into the family restroom by Kacey.
“It probably looks like we’re coming in here to fuck or something,” the blonde observed with a nervous laugh, shutting the door behind them and locking it.
“Some security guard is gonna see that video and let his imagination go nuts,” Bailey agreed.
For a few seconds, they just stood there, neither sure what to do first, before Kacey abruptly went for the package of diapers, ripping it open.
“Fuck it, let’s do this,” she said. “Get the stuff out. Pants off. No time to be shy, we’ve seen it all anyway.”
It was true; between gym class and the innumerable sleepovers the pair had had at Bailey’s place, there were no secrets between them, so Bailey took a deep breath and pushed down her jeans. After a moment’s hesitation, she wriggled out of her panties as well, stuffing them in her purse which she tossed on the counter. She looked over to see Kacey’s pale bare bottom already out for the world to see as she crouched and retrieved two diapers, passing one over to Bailey. It was soft, and as she unfolded it, it rustled quietly. The whole thing was pristine white, with little pink crowns and royal scepters across the front. Truly a diaper worthy of being called the Princess. It looked just like the diapers her little sister Danielle had been in not too many years ago, though obviously substantially bigger.
“Did you ever change Dani’s diapers?” Kacey asked, and Bailey shook her head.
“I watched Morgan do it a few times,” Bailey said, taking up the ointment and scooping some out. The scent of it reached her, reminding her of Danielle’s room back when it had been her nursery. Mirroring what Morgan had done with Danielle, Bailey smoothed the dollop of ointment over her groin, coating the area where it met her thighs, down between her legs, and up between her buttocks.
“Not perving, just watching what you do and doing it,” Kacey said, and only then did Bailey realize that she had a captive audience in the form of her best friend, who was mimicking her every move. She just giggled softly and wiped her hands on a paper towel before going for the diaper. It took a small bit of maneuvering, but the pair eventually found that they could wedge the backs of their diapers between them and the wall, enabling them to pull them up between their legs. Bailey grabbed the powder, dusting the inside of hers before giving a quick couple of puffs over her skin. Morgan had once said that as long as you didn’t go too overboard, a generous amount of powder was best. Passing the canister to Kacey, Bailey took a deep breath.
And then she pulled the diaper taut between her legs.
The thick core pushed up against her as she pressed the front tightly to her stomach, and the left tape came free with a noisy ripping sound when she pulled at it. She fixed it in place, doing the same with the right side. Just like that, she was wearing a diaper.
“Woah,” she breathed out, glancing over to see Kacey looking at her with an expression that probably didn’t look too different from the one she was wearing. Awe mixed with embarrassed excitement, wide eyes and a disbelieving smile.
“Oh my gosh,” she giggled. “Dude, we’re – “
“I know,” Bailey breathed. “We have to get back.”
Kacey went for her sweats, and Bailey crossed the bathroom to get her jeans. Each movement set off a low crinkling sound, and she could feel the thick padding shifting between her legs. It was like having a pillow stuffed down there, with a blanket wrapped tightly around her butt, clinging to her. When she pulled her jeans over the diaper, the sensation only intensified. Buttoning them up, she smoothed her shirt out and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Can you tell?” she asked Kacey, who gave her a long look before shaking her head.
“Nah,” she said. “Me?”
Bailey spared her a look, but her baggy sweats were working in her favor today, hanging so loosely that even the relative thickness of her diaper disappeared under them.
“You’re good,” she said. “Ready to get back?”
Walking in a diaper was a strange endeavor. While Bailey didn’t waddle along like a toddler, there was the constant presence between her legs–like she had stuffed her panties with the most maxi of maxi pads–and the gentle but reassuring grip over her bottom. The diaper never let her forget that it was there, ready for her to…well use it. The closer they drew to the school, the more nervous Bailey began to feel. A glance at Kacey proved that she seemed to be feeling the same.
“We’ll be fine,” Bailey said softly. “You can’t tell I’m wearing one, and I can’t tell you’re wearing one, so…how would anyone else know?”
“Maybe because we’re carrying a bag of them with us?” Kacey asked wryly, and Bailey bit her lip.
“My locker is right by the back doors,” she said. “We can stuff them in there for…later.”
For when they needed to change their diapers, she pondered but didn’t say out loud. The prospect of not only using them but changing into a fresh one felt…strange to think about. That two able-bodied girls were saying no to toilets out of mere convenience and not necessity was only slightly more than extremely embarrassing to ponder for too long.
They reached the school, strolling among the crowd as it converged on the building for the next round of exams. No one paid the pair any mind as they waltzed right in with a Walmart bag full of diapers and crammed them into Bailey’s locker. Luckily the Hammond Bay High School’s lockers were quite spacious, allowing for their supplies to fit without much fuss.
“I’ve got Bio next,” Bailey said, looking up at Kacey, who wore a matching nervous smile.
“Trig for me,” she said. “Text me how it goes?”
“The exam or the…?”
“Both,” Kacey giggled softly. “See ya.”
She turned and strode away, and only because Bailey was listening for it, she heard the ever-so-quiet rustle of her diaper as she walked. It was sort of cute, knowing her tough-as-nails punkish friend was wearing such an infantile undergarment. Her own diaper rustled softly as she turned the opposite direction and made for the Biology room.
She was seated just in time for the bell, hoping no one else heard the muffled fwump as her padded bottom settled into the seat. It sounded like she had a particularly vocal candy wrapper in her pocket as she leaned down to withdraw a pencil from her schoolbag, though she imagined it had more to do with how conscious she was of her whole situation and less with the actual racket the diaper was making. No one around her seemed to be looking for a telltale source of the noise, meaning they couldn’t hear it or simply weren’t bothered. Despite the fact that she felt like she must have been wearing a sign proclaiming ‘I’M WEARING A DIAPER!’, not a single one of her classmates seemed any the wiser to the fact.
The exam commenced.
Biology was one of those subjects Bailey seemed to have a knack for despite lacking any real interest in the subject. The terms and phrases were all rather distinct, and the connections to their functions and definitions came easily in her head. The word associations got her passing grades, though she tended to flounder on essay questions asking her to explain a certain process or posit a theory of any kind. Thankfully, if there was one thing the American school system taught its students, it was how to bullshit an answer using buzzwords. After a slew of easily-handled multiple-choice questions, she moved on to short answer and extended response. She left a few blank to mull over later, but for the most part, she felt confident in her chances.
Then came the essay questions.
There were two of them, one about the various phases of mitosis and the other discussing the differences between DNA and RNA. Bailey knew she could string together a couple of solid responses, though she had one small problem. The coffee she had had earlier was making itself known in the form of a rather urgent pressure on her bladder.
It was time for the moment of truth.
Shifting in her seat, Bailey spared a quick look around, though she was as covert as possible lest Mr. Palmer think she was attempting to cheat off of a neighbor. Everyone was absorbed in their exams, though she didn’t see how anyone would even notice what was about to happen if they were looking. She adjusted her feet apart a bit, taking a deep breath. This was exactly why she had taken this plunge, the whole reason for going for this insane plot. She had worn a diaper to her exams with the express intent of using it to keep her focus and not be distracted by a full bladder.
Why, then, was it so hard to empty the damn thing!?
Of course, thirteen years of potty-training was likely to blame, her bladder muscles telling her that the middle of a classroom was not the ideal place to relax and empty out. To some degree, she agreed; the idea of wetting herself here, surrounded by peers that were perfectly capable of holding their bladders until after the exam, filled her with a shivering sort of embarrassed feeling that she would probably have to confront later, as it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. For the moment, though, she had an exam to complete and the distraction of a full bladder to overcome. All she had to do was relax enough to get the flow started….
Her eyes fluttered, and she barely choked back a sigh of utter relief as she felt a stream begin, flowing silently out of her. There was a brief moment of panic as a few unconscious parts of her mind realized what was happening, but it was too late to clamp down. Things had already been set in motion and wouldn’t stop until she was emptied out.
It was a curious thing, wetting herself. Normally, she would hear the echo of the bowl, the quiet trickle of her stream hitting the water. Instead, it was oddly silent, and the thing that stuck out the most to her was the growing warm wetness between her legs as her diaper soaked everything up. There was no reason to panic, no mess to worry about. There was just an exam to complete, free of distractions.
She could get used to this.
Half an hour later, as the students filed out of the classroom, Bailey stood next to her desk and checked her phone, finding a message from Kacey already.
Kacey: ‘Did you do it?’
Me: ‘Yeah. You?’
Kacey: ‘I’m freaking out a bit. Yeah. Did yours soak it up?’
Me: ‘All of it. It’s fucken wild.’
Kacey: ‘Do you wanna meet up and change?’
Me: ‘They can probably handle more. We only have one more exam, so let’s go back to my place after.’
Kacey: We gonna just change out of these or into another?
Me: I have no idea. We’ll figure it out
There wasn’t much more time for chatting, and Bailey mused that even if they’d wanted to change their diapers between exams, they wouldn’t have been able to. Making her way to the door, she emerged into a sea of students moving between classes, and she was all at once extremely conscious of her urine-soaked diaper.
No one could tell, she had to keep telling herself. The padding felt swollen between her legs, still a bit warm from her body heat, and it was all too apparent to Bailey herself that instead of a toilet she had opted to remove all sense of urgency and just deal with it later. That was something she would have to contend with later, but for the moment, no one could tell.
Her final exam of the day was for AP English, a class she enjoyed simply because the teacher was so passionate about literature and storytelling. Mr. Redmond was young, for a teacher–only in his late twenties–and he fell victim to the “fellow kids” mentality sometimes, but he was engaging and friendly. A few of his students had even suggested he start up a YouTube channel or a Twitch stream, but he maintained that he “used all the good stuff on you guys”.
He was charming, Bailey thought, and supportive of Bailey’s hobby of penning the occasional fantasy story.
“Just so you guys all know, I don’t intend to flunk anyone just because they did bad on an exam,” he says. “Most of this is going to be creative writing, so if you at least show me an ounce of creativity, you’re good. Tyler, no cuss words.”
“Aw, why you gotta stifle my creativity, Mr. Redmond?” Tyler laughed from the back, and Bailey found herself giggling along with several others. Tyler was a magnetic personality and had managed to draw at least a few crush-like feelings from nearly every girl in his grade, Bailey included.
She was suddenly a lot more self-conscious about her diaper….
“Bailey, I expect great things from you,” Mr. Redmond said as he passed out the exams.
“I’ll do my best,” Bailey replied with a smile.
The room fell silent as the bell rang, and it was testing time again, the brief moment of levity over. True to his word, Bailey found that Mr. Redmond had structured most of the questions to be answered in the form of an example or short story. Bailey found herself constructing a narrative around two girls going on a post-apocalyptic adventure, each plot device or narrative serving as the framework for the next chapter. By the end of the exam, she wondered if she could ask Mr. Redmond for a copy later; she’d really liked where the story had been going.
She hadn’t had to use her diaper during the exam, absorbed in her work as only writing could make her, but when she stood, she felt the pressure on her bladder, only just noticing how much she had to go. Still, it wasn’t unbearable, and there was a bathroom just across the hall. Feeling pretty confident in her chances of making it to the toilet, she went for the door, not noticing as Tyler did the same thing until he bumped gently into her.
“Oh, hey, sorry,” he said with a small smile, stepping back to let Bailey through. “Ladies first.”
“Thank you,” Bailey smiled back at him, cursing her fortune. Why did today have to be the day she finally got a chance to talk to the boy!?
“Any plans for summer?” he asked, strolling up next to her and pausing in the hallway as students escaped the halls in droves, happy to be done with one more day of testing. “Kinda weird, it’s almost over, you know?”
“No real plans,” Bailey said with a shrug, trying to act casual and not think about the pressure. The more she tried to ignore it, though, the more apparent it was, worming its way into her conscious thoughts and demanding her attention. “But yeah, it’s…not sunk in yet. We’re almost sophomores.”
“Well, hey, if you’ve got nothing going on, maybe we can hang out sometime,” Tyler said. “You on Facebook? Snapchat?”
“Y-yeah!” Bailey said with a bright smile, getting her phone out. “I’ll add you on Snapchat. I’m always adding a bunch of stupid shit.”
“I’d love to see what kind of stupid shit you add,” Tyler told her. While he got out his own phone, Bailey shifted a bit. It would be a simple matter to excuse herself and go use the bathroom…but she was wearing a bathroom, sort of. Would it be so awful to use it, pee her diaper instead of interrupting the conversation she had going on? “Here, show me your icon thing.”
He held out his phone, and Bailey shifted a bit, feeling a warm blush suffuse her face as she managed to get a steady stream going into her diaper, standing right there in the hallway. Just as before, it flowed out silently and soaked right into her diaper, spreading up the front and back as it was wicked away. She fought of a swell of shame at opting out of using a toilet that was ten feet away, but again, it was what these things were for, she told herself. She could have used the toilet, it was just…more convenient not to at the moment. She held her phone out to show Tyler the code to add her to Snapchat, and he grinned as she was added to his list.
Bailey felt a small pang at the amount of girl names she saw.
“Awesome,” he said. “Expect like way too many updates from me, I’m a whore for this app.”
“Looking forward to it,” Bailey laughed as he turned and strode away. She felt the stream of urine taper off, leaving her sighing with relief and performing a quick check to see if there had been any leaks. The diaper was thirsty, though, soaking up every last drop. With one last glance toward the bathroom, she felt her face heat up a bit before heading for her locker.
By now, the hallways had emptied out a bit, so it wasn’t quite a chore for Bailey to get to her locker. She saw Kacey there already, leaning against the door with a faraway look on her face. She could be lost in thought, but Bailey suspected….
“Are you peeing?” she asked softly, and Kacey nodded.
“Might as well get the most out of it, right?” she said with a smirk. “How’d it go?”
“I shouldn’t fail freshman year, at least,” Bailey said, nudging her out of the way so she could get into her locker. She withdrew the bag of diapers, making sure no one was watching, and the pair made their way into a breezy summer afternoon. “And no, like…leaks or anything.”
“Are we gonna do this tomorrow, too?” Kacey asked. “I mean, I’m down to.”
“I guess today proves we can get away with it,” Bailey nodded. “I just can’t believe….”
“I know,” Kacey snorted as they exited the school, strolling along the short walk that would take them to Bailey’s house. “We wore diapers. We’re wearing diapers. It’s like…holy shit. And no one even, like – “
“No one had any idea!” Bailey laughed as the absolute absurdity of the thing caught up to her. The wracking nervousness she didn’t know she’d been suppressing the entire time she had been in school was suddenly gone, lifted from her shoulders and replaced with a giddy sort of relief that they’d gotten away with it. “Dude, I…wet myself right in front of Tyler Harrington.”
“I was talking to him,” she said, “and I peed.”
“What was that like?” Kacey asked. “I know you kinda like him, right?”
“Who doesn’t?” Bailey giggled. “It was…weird. There’s this low-key like…embarrassment. Do you get that, too?”
“Like you’re kind of a special case?” Kacey asked. “You got demoted or something?”
“Yeah, basically,” Bailey agreed, her stomach giving a little churn as they walked. “How did this even happen? Seriously. We were just talking about it, and….”
“It just felt so…organic,” Kacey said with a little shrug. “Do you feel that, too? I mean, it’s so weird, but this is…nice, right?”
“I do, I…I like it,” Bailey admitted, her face heating up when she felt a pressure in her lower tummy. “Ooooh, but I don’t think I’d like this part.”
“What?” Kacey asked, looking over at her in confusion.
“I gotta poop,” Bailey admitted with a bite of her lip, looking up. Her house was down the street a ways, likely still a five minute walk from the block they were on. They had left the small downtown side of Hammond Bay and crossed into the suburbs, where the houses were small but nice, with neatly kept lawns and picturesque lighting filtering in through the trees.
“Oh, wow,” Kacey said with a small laugh. “You gonna…?”
“I dunno,” Bailey groaned. “I could make it home, I bet. But….”
“You’d have to be on lockdown the whole way there,” Kacey supplied for her. “No, I get it. Been there. Well, for once, you have options, at least.”
“Two of them,” Bailey agreed, and Kacey giggled.
“Two options for your number two,” she snorted. Bailey rolled her eyes and gently shoved her friend.
“Shut uuuup,” she groaned. “Boooo, get off the stage.”
“So, you gonna do it?” Kacey asked, and Bailey let a noisy sigh.
“Having to poop is so uncomfortable,” she whined.
“It is,” Kacey nodded.
“And I could definitely make it home, like…without actually shitting my pants,” Bailey went on.
“Definitely,” Kacey agreed.
“So, choosing to do it in…my diaper would just be…for the sake of convenience, you know?” Bailey questioned, shooting Kacey a glance. Her blonde friend nodded with a satisfied expression.
“Sure makes sense to me,” she said. “I’m not helping you clean it up, though. I love you, but that’s….”
Bailey paused on a corner, waiting for a singular Buick to drive by while feeling an almost painful pinch in her backside as the mess inside her pushed for release. There were four and a half minutes of sidewalk between her and the nearest bathroom she could use without imposing on some stranger’s afternoon with an outlandish request. Would she rather carry the mess inside her or carry it in her diaper?
Let a quiet little grunting sound as she felt her bowels flex….
And then there was a soft, warm slide as the bottom of her diaper filled out with a mushy length, the padding tightening slightly around her as it was filled up. For two seconds, she was pooping, right on a quiet street corner in an Oregon suburb…. Kacey watched her with wide-eyed amazement.
“Did you just…?”
“Let’s just get home,” Bailey said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out the can of spray deodorant she carried around for gym class. She gave herself a once over with it, paying special attention to her full diaper, before setting off. She noticed the difference immediately as she crossed the street, feeling the messy load shift around in her diaper. But there was something else, too, a profound relief and sense of emptiness, a feeling of snug safety, of just not dealing with it right then.
“How’s it feel?” Kacey asked, her eyes seeming in danger of getting stuck permanently wide.
“Like I dumped a bowl of oatmeal down my diaper,” Bailey said, feeling a strange thrill at saying the words out loud. Her diaper.
“Not gonna lie, you stink a bit,” Kacey observed with a little smile. “Like…not bad, and it’s only because I’m right next to you. Hang on.”
She put a few feet of distance between herself and Bailey, taking a few slow breaths and shaking her head.
“Not bad at all,” she says. “You could probably get away with it at school. If you like…went to change right away.”
“Yeah, I doubt I’ll ever be doing anything like this at school,” Bailey laughed softly.
Soon enough, they arrived at Bailey’s house, a sizeable two-story deal at the end of a cul-de-sac. Having three daughters had necessitated the purchase of quite a large home for Bailey’s parents, as well as no small amount of ambition from Dad at his job as a data analyst at a local law firm. He’d gotten a degree, made a bit of a name for himself at the firm, and now he ran the entire IT department, which paid enough for a four-bedroom, two-bathroom home in the nice side of town. Add to that Mom’s tenure as a sommelier at a hotel in nearby Portland, and the Barton household hadn’t found itself strapped for cash in Bailey’s living memory. She lived very comfortably, and she was glad that she had at least the self-awareness to know it. The same couldn’t be said for her sister, who often complained if she didn’t have the latest iPhone or the nicest clothes. Her latest scheme had been to attempt to get Mom and Dad to throw her a “Sweet Thirteen” party, ostensibly to celebrate her arrival into teen-hood but more likely to make a production out of her birthday and get more gifts as a result.
Thankfully, Mom and Dad had shut that down in a hurry.
“Where’s Dani?” Kacey asked as Bailey unlocked the door and stepped into the entryway. They both slipped out of their shoes as she shut the door behind them.
“Cheerleading practice,” Bailey said, unable to keep the disdain from her voice. “Turning into a little jock-bunny exhibitionist already.”
“Tell us how you really feel,” Kacey snorted, though she sounded proud at the mini-tirade.
The entryway of the house was a light faux-wood floor that extended to their right into the dining room (visible through a large archway) and the kitchen beyond. To their left, another archway (the house boasted an open floor plan) allowed them into the living room. A staircase directly in front of them led upstairs, and past the staircase was the downstairs bathroom, which sported a spacious shower. Upstairs were the four bedrooms and the larger bathroom, where the two were headed right now.
“You go ahead,” Bailey said to Kacey. “So you don’t have to deal with following my smelly ass upstairs.”
“How considerate,” Kacey smirked. Bailey couldn’t help but notice, in the quiet of the house, that their diapers could still be heard, rustling ever so softly. “So, are we changing back, or…?”
“I…don’t really know,” Bailey admitted with a little laugh as they crested the stairs. She ducked briefly into the bathroom to retrieve a towel and the package of baby wipes she used to get makeup off sometimes. “We still have exams tomorrow, so we’ll probably be wearing diapers then, too.”
“Yeah, we will,” Kacey agreed, looking the tiniest bit giddy as she said it. “We’ll be wearing diapers.”
“Dude, I’m like – “
“Freaking out!” Kacey burst out laughing. “Okay, if we’re getting weird, let’s commit. Diapers only until the end of exams. No panties. No toilet at all.”
“Are you sure about that?” Bailey asked, shutting the door to her room. She reached for her jeans and undid the fly, taking a deep breath before pushing them down. “Wow….”
“Damn, you did a number on it,” Kacey spoke quietly. “Two numbers, even.”
Bailey’s diaper was loaded up, no longer the flawless white it had been. The little crowns and scepters all along the front had faded away, and only then did Bailey realize that they were wetness indicators. Somehow that knowledge was what really nailed home how juvenile this all was. Here she was, a fifteen year old girl, studying the disappeared images on the front of her wet diaper. She couldn’t see the back, but she was sure there was a large brown stain from her mess as well.
“Well,” she said, unrolling the towel on her bedroom floor. “Here we go.”
She settled onto the towel, wincing a bit as her weight mashed the mess against her cheeks, and lay down on her back. The sound of Kacey opening a window met her ears, and she was glad her friend had thought to ventilate. Reaching for the tapes, there were two soft ripping noises as she undid them, and the diaper flopped open under its own weight.
“Oof,” Kacey said as the smell wafted out.
“Yeah,” Bailey agreed, reaching down with the wipes and setting to work.
It was a bit of a process, and it took a few wipes to get it all done, but soon enough, all of the mess had been swiped clean, and she stuffed the discarded wipes into her diaper, folding it up into a ball just as Morgan used to do with Danielle’s. Reaching over, she grabbed another diaper, unfolding it and sliding it under her.
“Going for another?” Kacey asked her.
“Yeah, fuck it,” she said. “I wanna see what it’s all about.”
She uncapped the ointment and doled out a generous amount onto herself, smearing it along her groin and thighs, all of the places she had been sure to get before. Another healthy dusting of powder, and she folded the new diaper up between her legs, pulling it taut just as she had last time. Twin ripping sounds announced the taping process, and then she was done.
“All set?” Kacey asked. Bailey sat up to a fresh chorus of crinkles, feeling very odd. She could only nod in response as she snagged up a spare Walmart bag and stuffed her diaper into it. A diaper change. She had just given herself a diaper change, out of a well-used old one and into a fresh one, to be used as well. No toilet, just the diaper strapped to her hips. As Kacey settled into a change of her own, Bailey found herself feeling a strange, fuzzy sensation in the pit of her stomach as she turned on the television.
“We know that not every child is done with diapers at the same time….”
“Oh, fuck oooffff!”