Robin Charon’s Daybreak
The Brown Haired Goddess Takes the Stage/A Bold Decision
Nastasha Renkov, (or “Tasha”) was more than just a friend to Linda. She was someone whom, over the years, Linda had developed a strong bond with; she became her love. A joining of heart and soul more powerful than the moon’s pull on the sea, than the strength of time. (It was admittedly a bit cliché)
Pulling out of the garage, Linda pushed the button for the gate control that had been custom installed into her car’s dash. Stopping at the gate, Linda allowed it to fully open before passing through and turning west toward Tasha’s place of residence.
Waiting for Linda outside her small, yet beautiful powder-blue house stood Nastasha. While a little shorter than Linda, it was clear to even the casual observer that she was a bit older and certainly more mature. Curly, brown hair tumbled down her head and creeped along her shoulders; not unlike moss on an old college library, with eyes an outstandingly stunning deep shade of blue. As always, she held herself in a professional manner, and was dressed like she was going to be attending a business meeting at one of the many office buildings that were located downtown. Linda often joked that someday they would have to go out and buy her some ‘fun’ clothes, but in truth didn’t mind Tasha’s sense of style at all and loved her just the same.
Upon spotting Linda’s vehicle, Nastasha quickly stepped through the wooden gate in front of her and moved toward the curb. Linda smiled and opened the passenger door for Tasha, giggling in anticipation Tasha entered, wordlessly, a blank look on her face. She slowly turned toward Linda, her expression growing steadily harder. “Are you ok?” asked Linda, sounding concerned.
Tasha stared at her for a few more seconds before breaking out into laughter, “I’m sorry Linda,” she began, her Russian accent gracing the interior of the automobile. “Sometimes you just need to laugh.” Linda nodded and leaned over, planting a small peck on Tasha’s forehead.
“Alright!” said Linda as she started the engine, “Now let’s get going. Wouldn’t want to be late to the feature would we?”
Nastasha moved to Linda’s town with her parents from Russia about five years prior. They met while attending the local college and quickly became friends. About a month later while in a study session at Tasha’s house, (It was hard to find any peace and quiet at Linda’s house) Linda tearfully told her about her need for diapers, after she made a bit of a mess in the one she was wearing.
Thinking she was going to lose her best friend, Linda was taken by surprise at what happened next. Tasha reached over and looked inside the bag Linda had brought with her. Retrieving the necessary supplies, Tasha made quick work of cleaning Linda up and taping a fresh pink undergarment about her waist.
Linda was too shocked by her friend’s actions to say anything, until Tasha spoke up, breaking the silence with a calming, “It’s ok…” and together they shared in the first kiss of their newfound connection. (There was probably a detail or two left out here and there, but that was about how it happened)
Upon reaching the theater and finding a parking spot, (which was no easy feat) Linda approached the ticket stand with Nastasha following close behind, and purchased two tickets to the movie. Smiling, Nastasha took Linda’s hand in hers and together they passed through the giant double-doors.
The movie harkened back to the films of the past… Meaning of course that it revolved around an over-used plot, with a cast of flat, transparent characters, some of whom were blatantly ripped from classic films, (all of whom Linda was familiar with) which were most likely misrepresentations of their literary counterparts, set in space. (Which means of course the theater was packed)
Linda didn’t care though. She was perfectly content sitting in the back with Tasha, their hearts beating as one as their lips danced from peak to soft luscious peak. Their libido rising and rising as the air around them condensed into a fine mist.
–Some time later–
Tasha looked down at her wrinkled jacket and ran her hand smoothly over it again and again, in an attempt to restore it’s original pristine appearance. Having done so, she turned back to a smiling Linda and began to speak, “You are really something special Linda.” Linda smiled a bit wider, but her expression soon changed slightly as a familiar odor wafted through the immediate area. Tasha took a few whiffs before a look of confirmation crossed her face and warmly embraced Linda between their seats. “Where is your diaper bag?” she whispered calmly into Linda’s ear.
“It’s…” Linda began. Realizing it had not been on either of their arms when they walked in. “It’s still in my…”
“There it is.” said Tasha, cutting Linda off. She leaned down and carefully pulled the bag onto her lap. Pulling the strap on over her shoulder, she took Linda’s hand and led her up off her seat down the stairs, and toward the door to the lobby.
“I don’t remember either of us taking the bag in with us,” said Linda, but Tasha didn’t seem to hear her, which was unusual seeing as how the credits had just finished rolling and the theater was effectively empty. The fact the movie was over also struck Linda in a puzzling manner, seeing as it felt like only thirty minutes had passed since it had begun.
Passing quickly through the lobby, the pair entered the women’s room and stepped into the largest stall. Tasha turned and engaged the lock before wheeling back around to Linda and pulling down the extra-large changing table with the words ‘Enhanced for your child’s safety with donations from Kira Aven’ in silver letters across the side.
“Hop up little Linda”, said Tasha, patting the padded surface of the table. Linda nodded and climbed up the side, rolling onto her back and squishing the mess around her diaper in the process.
“Ready.” said Linda weakly before reaching down to unfasten the clasp on her jeans.
Tasha stopped her. “Allow me, little one”, she said, smiling. Tasha reached down and opened the clasp. She then proceeded to slowly pull Linda’s jeans down, stopping when she had enough room to open Linda’s messy pink diaper without ruining her clothing.
“Brr!” shivered Linda, combined feeling of the chilled restroom air and the cool padded surface touching the back of her silky legs.
Tasha nodded, “It is a bit chilly in here, I’ll make this as quick as possible.” She swung the diaper bag in front of her and produced from it a diaper and a small container of baby wipes, both of which were placed next to Linda’s feet. Tasha then set the bag and the ground and got to work.
Cold air flooded Linda’s nether-regions as the tapes were removed with a series of quick ripping noises, her legs twitching a bit involuntarily. “Bottoms up Linda” said Tasha, patting Linda’s thigh softly with her smooth, delicate hands. Linda complied by bracing her feet in a secure manner on the surface and pushing off. While Linda slowly lifted her pert little rear, Tasha carefully removed excess mess using a clean section of the used pink garment. Having finished that, the diaper was rolled up and placed in a small bin with the words ‘Empty Daily’ written on it. Next, a fresh disposable was unfolded and placed under Linda, immediately followed by Tasha applying a cool baby wipe to Linda’s soft cheeks and wiping her from bottom to back before pronouncing her “Clean enough on that side” and gave permission for Linda to lower herself down so that her front could be sufficiently cleaned. Doing so found Linda’s bottom resting comfortably on the warm, friendly surface of the fresh garment, as she waited patiently for her second favorite part of the changing process.
As the wipe coursed its way down Linda’s smooth skin a wave of pleasure overtook her. She wasn’t left to enjoy much of it however as Tasha started to speak, “Linda, I have been thinking. I believe it is about time we told your father about us.”
Linda was surprised, but nodded, “You’re right, sneaking around like this is really putting a strain on us. I’ll tell him tomorrow.”
Tasha smiled, as she taped Linda’s new diaper snuggly about her waist, “I’m glad we made this decision Linda. I love your parents as much as I love you, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them or betray their trust.”
And as they held each other in a warm embrace, Linda smiled, as this was her all-time favorite part of the change.