Prologue: The New Supervisor
Twenty-seven year-old Amy Stratford walked into The Diaper Dandy Day Care Center and was greeted by Dr. Nicole Carpenter.
“Amy! It’s so good to see you!” Nikki exclaimed. She embraced her friend in a warm hug. “Look at you! You look wonderful!”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Amy commented.
“I’ve had better days,” Nikki said, brushing her brown hair out of her face.
“Yeah, you sounded a little bit troubled on the phone,” Amy said.
“Why don’t you come into my office and I’ll tell you all about it,” Nikki said.
Amy and Nikki had met a few years ago when Nikki was in medical school and Amy was in nursing school. They had become close friends and worked in very similar careers. Nikki had created her own day care center, while Amy had become the supervising nurse in the pediatric department at the local hospital. Amy was a successful, intelligent nurse, who was extremely devoted to each of her patients. She was also quite beautiful. She had long brown hair, tied into a pony tail, light green eyes, stood 5’4" tall and weighed 110 pounds. She was dressed in a black button-down blouse and tight blue jeans.
“So what’s going on?” Amy asked, sitting in Nicole’s office.
“Well, it’s been almost a year now,” Nikki said, staring at the ceiling. “It’s been almost a year since that horrible ordeal with Lauren, Kristie, my husband, and Dara Miller. And I still can’t believe it turned out the way that it did.”
“But you won,” Amy said. “Dara Miller was committed to a psychiatric institution. And all of her patients came forward and organized a class action suit against her. Some decided to continue wearing diapers, recognizing that Dara’s therapy had helped them. Other chose not to. I don’t know why you keep beating yourself up over this.”
“I just can’t get it out of my mind, Amy. I still have nightmares. I’m strapped to the table, diapered, and my husband is about to inject me with a medicine that will make me incontinent and cause me to act like a baby. I still break into tears every time I see Kristie and Lauren,” Nikki explained.
“Kristie and Lauren are as happy as any of Dr. Miller’s patients. Kristie is almost done with her second year of medical school and Lauren has graduated from college. They’re still living together. And from what you’ve told me, Lauren is still wearing diapers, and has been cured of her depression,” Amy asked.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Nikki said, in an emotionless tone.
“So what’s the matter then?” Amy wondered.
“I just don’t know what’s right anymore. My emotions are all over the place. I look at Lauren and I should be happy that I was able to help her. But I feel guilty whenever I spend time with her and change her diaper,” Nikki said.
“But why, Nikki? You’ve told me time and time again that Lauren loves wearing diapers. And she loves being changed and babied. Every person has different needs. And you’re fulfilling hers. Why do you keep beating yourself up over this?” Amy asked.
“But nobody’s fulfilling my needs. And I can’t seem to fulfill them for myself either,” Nikki said.
“I don’t understand,” Amy said.
“I just can’t go on like this anymore. Jim and I divorced shortly after the ordeal. I haven’t seen anybody or met anybody since that time. I just buried myself in my work. But there’s something about working with the kids, and changing diapers, and babying them that has lost its appeal. I feel like I’m involved in some kind of charade. And I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t do it anymore. My staff has noticed changes in me. I’m irritable. I’m cranky. I’m difficult to work for. Diaper Dandy has fallen off the charts in terms of community and nation-wide respectability. And I think I’m incapable of causing it to rebound. Amy, I’m leaving Diaper Dandy,” Nikki said.
“But this place was your vision, your dream. You created it and formed it out of nothing. And now you’re going to leave?” Amy asked.
“I told you, sweetie. I can’t do it anymore. My associates stopped respecting me a long time ago. They’ve lost their touch with the children. It’s bad enough that most of them come in here smelling like smoke and alcohol and dressed like prostitutes. The facility is a mess. Germs and infections are spreading like wildfires. Everything I’ve worked for has now fallen down the drain. I’ve lost control of the situation. My life and my business are in shambles,” Nikki said.
“But Nikki,” Amy protested.
“It doesn’t matter really. I’m going to go away for a little while. I’m going to try and recharge my batteries and gain some perspective. And when I come back, hopefully, everything will be better,” Nikki said.
“How is leaving going to make the situation better? The Nicole Carpenter I know doesn’t quit,” Amy said.
“Amy, I’m not quitting. I’m just taking a leave of absence. And I want you to serve as acting supervisor while I’m away,” Nikki said.
Amy’s mouth dropped open. “Nikki! You can’t be serious! I know you can tough it out. Everybody has ups and downs. You’re just in a bit of a down period right now,” Amy said, attempting to persuade Nikki to change her mind.
“This down period has gone on long enough. I need someone who’s qualified, capable, intelligent, and devoted to take over for me while I’m away. And I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have serve than you. We’ve been friends and colleagues for a number of years, Amy. I trust you. And I’m asking you for your help,” Nicole said.
“You know I’d say yes in an instant, Nikki. But I have my job at the hospital. And I’m so very happy there,” Amy explained.
“I had a chance to speak with your supervisor Ellen this morning. I explained the situation to her. And I requested that she allow you to serve as acting supervisor of Diaper Dandy in my absence. She said that she would miss you, but anticipated great success for you in your new position,” Nikki said.
“But what do I know about running a day care center?” Amy wondered.
“It won’t be very different from your job over at the hospital. You’ll be charged with caring for the children in a host of different ways. You’ll organize programs for them, play games, supervise them, feed them, clean them, change their diapers. You’ll work with new parents and supervise the recruiting process. You’ll supervise the associates directly. And you will do whatever it takes to keep my business afloat. If you spot a problem, I am authorizing you to do whatever it takes to fix it. With the way that I’ve neglected this business and my associates in the past few months, it won’t be difficult for you to spot problems that need to be rectified,” Nikki said.
“But where will you go? How long will you be away for?” Amy asked. She loved her position at the hospital. She didn’t want to leave. But Nikki had gone over her head and made it impossible for her to refuse the job.
“I have no answer to either question. Right now, I need to take some personal time. I need to focus on me. I’m no good to anybody right now, not even myself,” Nikki said.
“I’m sorry, Nikki. I wish there was more that I could do to help you,” Amy said, reaching across the desk to place her hand on Nikki’s arm. It pained her to see her friend in such a bad place.
“You are doing so much for me by saying yes. This place is so important to me. And as I said earlier, I’m not quitting. I just need some help. And I know that you’ll be able to do just that,” Nikki said. A hint of a smile formed on her lips, as she clutched Amy’s hand and looked her directly in the eyes.
“When do you want me to start?” Amy asked.
Nikki looked at the ceiling aimlessly. She felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. “Tomorrow,” she said.
the next day
Dr. Carpenter’s associates found her letter in their mailboxes the next morning. They were surprised that she had taken a leave of absence so suddenly. And they did not know what to think of their new supervisor, Amy Stratford.
On another note, Amy did not know what to think of them. It did not take long for her to begin to recognize problems. Dr. Carpenter had mentioned issues relating to associate attire, associate behavior, hygiene, and handling of the children in the facility. Within a few hours, Amy witnessed problems in all of these areas.
When the associates first arrived, Amy noticed that they smelled of smoke and alcohol. One was clearly hungover. And she wanted to reprimand Jennifer for dressing in such an inappropriate manner. Jennifer was wearing a tight white elastic shirt. Not only was her brassiere visible through the fabric of the shirt, but the shirt was so tight that her nipples could be seen poking through. To make matters worse, she was also wearing a denim skirt that barely reached the midpoint of her thighs. When Amy watched Jennifer bend over to pick a child up from the crib, she saw Jennifer’s black thong panties.
Later that morning, Amy conducted her business in the bathroom. She heard another woman in the stall next to her having a bowel movement. Amy stepped outside of the stall to wash her hands. She noticed that Brooke walked out of the stall, and immediately left the bathroom. Amy wondered how Brooke could go back to work without washing her hands.
And then there was the matter with Veronica. Veronica was working in the changing area, changing a baby girl’s diaper. Without hovering over her, Amy noticed that Veronica’s methods were atrocious. She could tell that the baby had messed her diaper. Veronica handled the infant poorly. When cleaning her diaper area, she wiped the girl from back to front and did not clean the child completely. When Amy noticed that Veronica was about to dress the baby in a fresh diaper, she interceded.
“Veronica! How can you do such a thing?” Amy asked in a loud whisper, trying not to startle the baby.
“Whaddya mean, Ames? I’m just changin’ huh diapuh. Oh and by the way, it’s Ronnie, not Veronica,” Veronica said, unfolding the fresh baby diaper.
“Give me that,” Amy said, pulling the diaper out of Veronica’s hands. “And it’s Ms. Stratford to you. You need to learn some respect for your supervisor. And you also need to learn how to diaper an infant correctly. Look at this mess! You haven’t even cleaned her! Do you want her to get a diaper rash or an infection? How would you like it if I cleaned you like that? How would you like it if I left you all dirty and messy after you pooped in your diaper and you got an itchy, red rash on your bum?”
“Huh huh. That’s funny,” Veronica said, chuckling slightly.
Amy glanced at Veronica with a look of disgust. She cleaned the baby girl, powdered her and diapered her, while cooing and speaking in baby talk.
“Come with me, Veronica. It’s time to wash our hands,” Amy said, folding up the infant’s soiled diaper and disposing of it in the diaper pail. As she and Veronica went to wash their hands, she recalled the words that she had just said. After less than a day at Diaper Dandy, Amy Stratford realized that the time had come to institute some changes.
Chapter One: Amy’s Proposal
It did not take long for Amy Stratford to acquire a reputation. By the end of the week, all of her associates had noticed the rather significant change in leadership. To make matters worse, they had seen the notice on the bulletin board:
important staff meeting
all staff members must attend
friday @ 6:30 p.m.
Naturally, this after-hours meeting was met with utter disdain by the associates.
“What does the bitch want now?” Jennifer asked, as she sat in the break room, waiting for the meeting to begin.
“I dunno,” Veronica said. “But it’s prolly not anything good or worth staying for.”
“So why did you stick around?” Jennifer asked.
“I dunno. I guess I hafta,” Veronica said.
“She’s so different than Nikki,” Brooke interjected. “Nikki was so cool with us. She let us do what we want and never commented about what we were doing. She stood in the shadows while we did our work. And this Amy character, oh I mean, Ms. Stratford, comes in here like gangbusters and corrects everything we do. She’s always offering suggestions and criticizing.”
“But all of that criticism is constructive,” Sara commented. Sara was nineteen years old and a sophomore at the local university. She had straight black hair, green eyes, and wore glasses. Sara was dressed in a navy blue sweater and blue jeans. Most of the other staff members made fun of her. She was very intelligent and often acted like a goody-two-shoes.
“Shut up geek!” Brooke said.
“But it’s true! Ms. Stratford is only trying to help. She wants us to be the best associates we can possibly be,” Sara attempted.
“Is that what Daddy tells you every night before he tucks you in with your teddy bear?” Veronica asked. The other girls laughed at Sara’s expense.
“Good evening ladies,” Amy said as she entered the room holding a clipboard and a shopping bag. The four girls who had been chatting, as well as the rest of the staff mumbled a “hello.”
“I said, good evening ladies,” Amy said, trying again.
“Good evening Ms. Stratford!” Sara chimed in.
“What a dork!” Veronica shouted out.
“Veronica, you’re being rude. When somebody says ‘good evening’ to you, then it is appropriate to return the greeting,” Amy explained.
Veronica rolled her eyes and said, “It’s Ronnie. My name is Ronnie.”
“I much prefer to call you Veronica. Good evening ladies!” Amy said again.
This time, the entire room, except for Veronica said, “Good evening Ms. Stratford!”
"There, that’s much better. Thank you all for staying late this evening. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, so let’s get down to business. This has been a difficult week for all of us. You’ve experienced a change in leadership, with me taking the place of Dr. Carpenter. I’ve experienced a change in staff and environment. I’m very pleased with how things have proceeded this week, but I think we can be doing much better.
"Dr. Carpenter has entrusted me with the responsibility of recapturing the glory that Diaper Dandy experienced a few years ago. Since then, our status and respectability have plummeted. We’re still doing a good job, but a few years ago, nobody could match us. We won awards in cleanliness, child care, affordability, learning opportunities, and the overall environment of the facility. We were awarded Child Care Center of the Year, three years in a row. But the past two years have been rather dismal. After working with you for a week now, I’ve designed a program that I think will help Diaper Dandy to resurface as the nation’s leading day care center.
"My program is designed to address many of the problems that I’ve noticed in my first week here. I won’t mention any names but I’ve seen babies mishandled. I’ve seen diaper changes where the baby isn’t properly cleaned. I’ve seen associates fail to wash their hands after using the lavatory. I’ve seen associates wear inappropriate clothing to work. I’ve noticed that many of you smell like smoke and alcohol when you come to work. On many occasions, I’ve caught you talking in the lavatory instead of working on the floor with the children. We need to be creating a positive environment for the children we serve. We need to be setting a positive example for them to follow.
"There are problems with hygiene and staff dedication that we must address and we must address now. Infection and uncleanliness will not be tolerated in this facility. Furthermore, inappropriate behavior in the bathroom and inappropriate dress will no longer be allowed. I don’t know how Dr. Carpenter handled you. But I need you to understand that I am not Dr. Carpenter. I am the acting supervisor of this facility, and I have been entrusted with a mission that needs to be accomplished.
“I am the acting tyrant of this facility,” Brooke whispered in Veronica’s ear.
“Is something funny over there?” Amy asked, looking in the girls’ direction.
“No, nothing, Ms. Stratford,” Brooke commented.
Amy frowned, knowing that Brooke had lied to her.
“Excuse me, please. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. I was talking about how we will rectify these problems. For starters, I am going to introduce a new uniform for you to wear,” Amy said. She reached into the shopping bag, and pulled out the one-piece candy-striper outfit and white button-down blouse. She then reached in again, and pulled out a pair of black buckle shoes and white stockings.
"Each of you will wear this uniform when you work your shift. These uniforms are on loan from the hospital where I’ve worked in the pediatrics department. Wearing these uniforms will remind you that your obligations are similar to those of a nurse. You are responsible for caring for our children, and fulfilling all of their needs.
“We’re all going to look like freaks,” Jennifer said. “I’m going to be dressed like a frigging candy cane!”
“I don’t mean to embarrass you, Jennifer. But one of the reasons that I’ve decided to institute this uniform is because I’m tired of seeing your panties every day when you bend over. Light blue today, right?” Amy asked.
Jennifer’s face turned beet red.
“Excuse me,” Amy continued. Deciding against cutting Jennifer some slack, she then said, “You know, Jennifer. This whole discussion of your panties brings me to our next topic of discussion. We need to discuss your underwear.”
“For the past few nights, I’ve sat at home trying to figure out a way to address all of the problems in our facility in as simple a way as possible. This is what I came up with,” Amy said. She reached into the shopping back and withdrew a white adult-sized disposable diaper. She placed the diaper on top of the folded uniform and watched every jaw in the room drop. Naturally, she had expected such a reaction.
Amy waited for the talking to die down and then began to speak again. “I imagine that all of you hate me even more for even thinking of such an idea. But I’m doing this with your best interests in mind,” she said.
Veronica stared at the diaper on the table and thought back to her incident with the baby girl on Monday. Amy had reprimanded her for doing such a poor job changing the girl’s diaper and had threatened to leave her in a poopy diaper. Now Amy’s threat had become a reality.
“My best interests?” Veronica asked. “How is wearing a diaper in anybody’s interest?”
“Let me explain, Veronica. And then I will allow sufficient time for you to ask questions,” Amy said calmly.
Veronica grew angrier and angrier by the minute.
"By wearing diapers, each of you will experience the other side of the caregiving relationship. You will know what it is like to have your diaper changed. You will know what it is like to wet your diaper and poop in your diaper. You will learn what it’s like to be cleaned with many of the products that we use on our children. You will learn what it’s like to be cooed at and addressed in baby talk. You will learn what it’s like to be touched. Most importantly, you’ll come to appreciate the ways in which you are changed and like to be touched. Such an experience will help you when working with the children. You will be able to apply what you have learned from wearing a diaper to the person you are attending to. I believe that the best caregiver is someone who knows and has experienced the caregiving relationship from the other side.
"And diapers solve other problems too. Since you’ll be performing all of your bodily functions in your diaper, you’ll have no need for the bathroom. You won’t gather in the toilet to chat and schmooze and complain. Since I’ll be responsible for changing your diapers, I won’t have to worry about you washing your hands after using the toilet. As a staff, you are responsible for the cleanliness and hygiene of all the children you care for. As your director, I see myself as responsible for your cleanliness and your hygiene.
“Naturally, this is a lot of information to digest at once. But before I allow you to ask questions, I want you to know that there are incentives for those who choose to participate,” Amy said.
“You mean I don’t have to participate in this stupid program if I don’t want to?” Veronica asked.
"No, you don’t. I can’t make you participate. And I can’t hold your job over your head and tell you that you will be fired if you don’t sign on. I would be guilty of duress for doing such a thing. And I want this program to be as appealing as possible. I want to make you the best caregivers I possibly can. I know that this idea is unorthodox. I know that you will be see it, at least in the beginning, as an invasion of your privacy. I know you will have issues with my seeing your naked and cleaning your most private areas. But I feel that the benefits definitely outweigh the uncomfortableness that you might experience.
"I am prepared to offer you the following. Any associate who chooses to participate, will receive two things when they sign on. First, I will pay you an additional day’s pay. Second, you will receive a paid day off of your choice. Then, after every month that you participate in the simulation, I will award you back pay in the amount of an additional $.50 per hour. Let’s say that you’re currently making $10 an hour. At 40 hours a week, that’s $400. For fifty-two weeks that’s $20,800. If we go back each month and pay you an additional $.50 an hour, that brings your rate to $10.50. Multiply that over fifty-two weeks and you’ll be grossing over $1,000 more than you would normally.
"I have prepared a document that outlines the entire simulation. I suggest that you take it home and read it this weekend. Remember, you are under no pressure to sign. I simply feel that those who choose to participate will be dedicating themselves to becoming better caregivers. The last page of the document summarizes the principle aspects and objectives of the simulation. I ask that those of you who wish to participate in the program sign the page in the space provided. On Monday morning, we’ll take some time to get you acquainted to your diaper and your uniform.
“There’s one more thing that we need to do before we take questions. I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine. Lauren? Would you come in please and introduce yourself?” Amy asked.
Lauren Patterson entered the break room wearing the candy-striped uniform.
“Hi. My name is Lauren Patterson. I’m twenty-three years old, and I’ll be working with those of you participating in the simulation,” Lauren said, brushing her long chestnut-brown hair out of her face. “My job is to help you become as comfortable as possible. I am a full-time diaper wearer. I use my diaper for everything. And I am not ashamed or embarrassed to tell you that I love wearing diapers. I fully agree with Amy’s proposal and I think that your caregiving expertise will benefit greatly from wearing and using a diaper. I started wearing diapers a little more than a year ago. You probably read about the scandal in the paper. You remember, about that doctor who brainwashed her patients into thinking that they needed diapers? I was one of her clients. But when I finally broke free from the brainwashing, I realized that I actually enjoyed diapers and being changed. I’m here to offer you a positive perspective, based on personal experience. I hope that you’ll use me as a resource.”
“Thank you, Lauren. Now, are there any questions?” Amy asked.
Every woman in the room was shocked. Everything had been dumped on them so quickly. None of them, except for Sara, could formulate a question. “Can we see your diaper?” Sara asked, rather eagerly.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Amy said.
“No, don’t worry about it. I’m totally cool with that,” Lauren said, smiling. She pulled up her skirt and revealed her disposable diaper to the associates.
“Hey, everybody! Look at the baby!” Veronica shouted.
“Veronica!” Amy said in a stern voice.
But Amy’s sternness did not dissuade Veronica from persisting. She stood up from the table and walked over to wear Lauren was standing. She touched Lauren’s diaper and announced, “Hey, everybody! I think that baby is wet! I think she needs her diaper changed!”
“Veronica! Sit down!” Amy said.
“I think you would benefit from wearing a diaper, Veronica,” Lauren said. “I think you need to learn about respect for other people besides yourself. I think you need to learn to respect your body and your bodily functions. I think you need to learn about authority and how you should treat guests. I hope that you’ll sign the form.”
“Not on my life, diaper-baby!” Veronica said, returning to her seat.
“I’m going to walk around the table now. Each of you may look at and touch my diaper if you wish. You can see what it looks like, what the padding feels like, what it smells like, how it fits, and get a general idea for yourself,” Lauren offered.
Lauren walked around and allowed her diaper to be touched. Veronica was right. She had wet herself a few minutes earlier. As the women in the room touched her diaper, she felt herself become slightly aroused.
“It’s so thick and bulky!” Jennifer commented.
“It has to be. You need lots of padding, especially in your crotch, to absorb wetness. The job of the diaper is to keep you dry and protect your clothing from getting wet,” Lauren explained.
“It smells so babyish, like baby powder!” Brooke said as she ran her hand along the back of the diaper.
“A diaper needs to smell like that. I’m sure that you don’t want to smell like poop when you mess yourself. You want that nice, fresh, clean smell to stay with you, rather than the odor of poop embarrassing you,” Lauren remarked.
Brooke felt herself become nauseated by the idea of having to poop in her diaper.
Lauren continued walking around the table and eventually came to Sara, who was completely mesmerized by Lauren’s diaper.
“I don’t believe this! It’s an exact replica of a baby diaper!” she announced proudly. She smelled Lauren’s diaper, ran her fingers along the elastic legging, and felt the diaper between Lauren’s crotch. “This is amazing,” she then said to herself, under her breath.
Once Sara had finished examining her diaper, Lauren lowered her skirt and returned to the front of the conference table. “On the document outlining the simulation, I have included my telephone number. I suggest that you take the document open and read it over the weekend. If you’d like to talk on the phone or meet up in person to ask me any questions, I’d be more than happy to speak with you,” Lauren offered.
“Thank you, Lauren. This concludes tonight’s meeting. I’ll see you on Monday morning,” Amy said.
On their way out of the meeting, each of the associates grabbed a copy of the document which explained the simulation in detail. There was much small talk taking place as they left the facility.
Once the associates cleared out, Amy turned to Lauren and said, “Thanks for being such a good sport.”
“I’m happy to help. I wish that we could tie Veronica down and diaper her right here right now. There are certain people that I’d like to see mess themselves. And she’s just shot to the top of my list,” Lauren said.
“You know we can’t do that,” Amy said, placing her arm on Lauren’s shoulder. “I meant what I said. This is an incentive-laden program. Those who choose to participate will be pleasantly rewarded. Nobody’s forced to sign.”
“But by upping the pay of those who participate by over $1,000, I don’t think many associates will say ‘no,’” Lauren said.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Amy said. She then lifted up Lauren’s skirt and said, “Does little Laur-laur need her didee changed?”
While still in college, Lauren had volunteered in the pediatric department at the local hospital, under the supervision of Amy Stratford. She had become good friends with her supervisor. Unemployed after college, and taking some time off to figure out her direction in life, she was overjoyed to have received a phone call from Amy, asking her to work at Diaper Dandy. She knew by working at the day care center that she was helping Amy, and helping Dr. Carpenter, to whom she was greatly indebted.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Lauren said, smiling. She laid down on the conference table, hitched up her skirt, and allowed Amy to change her diaper.
During the diaper change, Amy said, “I really appreciate all of the help that you’re giving me in this project. But there’s one more thing that I need you to do for me.”
Chapter Two: Veronica’s Reaction
“I can’t believe you’re gonna sell out on me like that,” Veronica said into the phone. It was late Saturday night, she was partially drunk, and was laying on her bed in her apartment, talking to Brooke.
“Ronnie, I’m not selling out on you,” Brooke said, in an attempt to reassure her friend.
“I think you are. What’s Jennifer doin’?” Veronica asked.
“She’s going to participate in the simulation. Jen told me that she feels kind of guilty about the way that she’s been acting and dressing. She thinks that if she lets Ms. Stratford diaper her, it may ingratiate her a little bit more and up her status,” Brooke explained.
“Sounds like Jen’s sellin’ out too,” Veronica said, feeling immensely frustrated.
“Ronnie. Why are you acting like this? I mean, like, it can’t be that bad,” Brooke said.
“Oh yeah! It can’t be that bad. I really want to be diapered like a baby. I can’t wait to piss and shit myself like I’m an infant or some dumb, old invalid. I can’t wait to have Stratford’s hands touch my pussy and feel her fingers up my ass. Oh yeah. It can’t be that bad. Oh, I forgot, Brooke. You like that sort of thing,” Veronica said rather sarcastically.
“Stop it, Ronnie. You’re not being fair. You know my situation with money. I have none. I’m finally in a job that I enjoy. I’m finally beginning to succeed and gain experience working with children. If I see an opportunity arise that is going to pay me an additional $1,000 for wearing a piece of plastic around my waist, I’m going to take it,” Brooke explained.
“Admit it, Brooke. You wanna see what it feels like to drop a load in your pants. You loved touchin’ Lauren’s diaper as much as loser-Sara did. I bet you wanna know what it’s like. I bet that diaper turned ya’ on,” Ronnie said, pissed that her two best friends at the day care center had decided to participate in the program, and leave her behind.
“It didn’t turn me on!” Brooke said, sounding rather exacerbated. “I’m not that loser Sara. Did you see how much time she spent touching Lauren’s diaper? That was positively sick! I assure you, Ronnie. If I didn’t need the money, I wouldn’t agree to participate.”
“Sellin’ out for cash. I gotcha,” Veronica said. “There is no amount of money, and I mean no amount of money that that fuckin’ wench could give me to make me wear a diaper. I just won’t do it,” she continued.
“Are you sure you’re not being close-minded? Jen and I really don’t know what to expect, but we’re going to try it,” Brooke offered.
“I’m tired of you trying to convince me,” Veronica said. “Gimme a call tomorrow. Maybe I’ll have changed my mind by then, but don’t count on it.”
Veronica hung up the phone and rolled over in her queen-sized bed. The entire simulation disgusted her and she resolved never to participate in it.
Feeling somewhat gross from her night out and smelling of smoke and alcohol, Veronica stood up from her bed and removed the tight magenta top that she was wearing. She then unhooked her bra and unbuttoned the leg-strangling black pants that hugged her rear rather tightly. She wore such clothing, not because it was comfortable, but because it showed off her features, making her more attractive to guys. Finally, she stepped out of her leopard satin panties, and walked towards the bathroom to take a hot shower.
As the bathroom filled with steam, Veronica looked at herself in the mirror and tried to imagine herself wearing a diaper. She looked at her dirty-blond hair, and noticed how it contrasted her olive-colored skin, and dark brown eyes. She glanced at her mature, shapely breasts, and her mound of pubic hair; sure signs that she was a woman, and not a baby. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the half-used box of Tampax tampons, resting on top of the toilet. For a moment, Veronica paused to consider her menstrual period. If she was old enough to menstruate, clearly she was too old to wear a diaper.
But it wasn’t the diaper that distressed Veronica. As she looked into the mirror at her divinely naked body, she could not bring herself to smile. For much of her life, seeing herself in the nude had been an emotionally trying experience. For Veronica, it was always a painful act of remembrance.
And again, here in the safety of her own apartment, her heart sank as she looked at the bruises on her chest. She touched her abdomen, running her fingers across the scars. Every time she touched the wounds, she could feel the cold, steel blade pierce her skin again. And again. And again.
“Stop!” she cried out.
“Stop yelling at me!” Veronica screamed. “I didn’t do it! I didn’t!”
And then she realized that she was the only person in the bathroom. It didn’t matter though. The voices never let her be.
No. Veronica could never allow herself to be diapered. She didn’t want them to know about the wounds, and about her history. She didn’t want to have to tell them anything. And most importantly, she didn’t want to become more vulnerable than was necessary.
By the time twenty-two year-old Veronica Wilson stepped into the shower, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Tears cascaded down her face with as much force as the piercing needles of the scalding water.
Chapter Three: Sara’s Journal
At roughly the same time that Veronica Wilson stepped into the shower, Sara Richardson entered her single bedroom in the dormitory, locked the door and turned on the small lamp above her computer. Once she brought her computer out of sleep-mode, it wasn’t long before the images began appearing on the monitor.
Sara smiled with glee as she looked at the images of the diapered women. After a few clicks on the mouse, and a wait of less than a minute, a Real Player screen popped up and Sara looked on as a naked woman, except for her diaper, was awakened in her crib by another woman, and then guided to a changing table in a nursery. The woman cooed and talked to her charge, while changing her wet diaper.
Dressed in a light pink sweater and knee-length floral skirt, Sara could not help but reach underneath her skirt and touch herself. At first she simply created friction using the cottony fabric of her panties. And then she slid the crotch of her underwear aside, placed a finger into her vagina and began to rub her clitoris.
“Oh! Oh!” Sara whimpered, as she experienced feelings of pure ecstasy.
And then the <boing> of the Instant Messenger program brought her back to her senses. Sara minimized the diaper movie, and clicked on the flashing Instant Messenger icon. Sara smiled. Given the fact that she was absolutely infatuated with the guy contacting her, she didn’t mind the interruption.
MattTheMan: how’s it going? whatcha up to?
Sara wrote back.
Sarabeara: wouldn’t you like to know?
MattTheMan: yup, that’s why i’m asking
Sarabeara: i’m studying organic chemistry
MattTheMan: on a saturday night? that’s dedication
Sarabeara: i went for coffee with a few friends, and now it’s back to the books
MattTheMan: well good luck, sara. bye
Wanting no further interruptions, Sara disconnected from Instant Messenger. She returned to the homepage and downloaded another diaper movie. She smiled, thinking back to her conversation with her friend Matt. Organic chemistry hadn’t been a total lie. She was studying the chemistry between two people, and there were sexual organs involved. Naturally, Sara knew that organic chemistry referred to the study of carbon compounds and molecules, but she wasn’t studying that version at present.
As Sara watched another diaper movie unfold on her computer monitor, she thought about her friendship with Matt. They were best friends, and Sara wanted them to become more than friends, but Matt’s relationship with Heather precluded that from happening. All that Sara could do was sit around and wait for Mr. Right, and occupy her time with fantasies.
When Sara grew tired of watching diaper movies on her computer screen, she opened a folder on the desktop labelled “SARA.” She then double-clicked on the document marked “JOURNAL.” A dialog box popped up asking her to enter her passwod. She typed in a few letters and numbers and then scanned her journal. She reviewed her entry from last evening.
Friday April 2
I can’t believe what happened today. I don’t even know if I can put my emotions into words, so if I babble, too bad. I had to stay after work at the day care center for a staff meeting. Our new supervisor informed us of a program that she’s designed in which all of us would wear and use diapers. It has something to do with experiencing the “other side” of the caregiving relationship. If we know what it’s like to be treated like a baby, then we can provide better care and more love and devotion to the babies that we work with.
Needless to say, and I’m sure you can figure this out from my previous entries, that I’m thrilled beyond words. I’ve always wanted to wear a diaper. Ever since I began babysitting when I was fourteen, I wondered what it was like to wear one. I would change the babies and smell the powder and the soft fabric of their diapers, and wonder what it would be like to try one on. I never did. I guess I’m a bit of a coward, but I’ve never told anyone about this fetish of mine. I’m afraid of how embarrassing it would be. Look at Sara! She loves diapers! Or, how about? Look at Sara! She needs to be changed! I would be totally mortified if anyone found out. But I guess you figured that out because I’ve password-protected this file.
I should be sleeping right now, but instead I’m writing this journal entry. I can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to be like to be diapered. Today, this woman named Lauren Patterson, who has worn diapers for more than a year showed us her diaper. I got to touch her diaper and smell it and feel how the elastic wound around her legs and protected her. I even think she was a bit wet. I hope the other associates didn’t notice how interested I was in Lauren’s diaper. I’m not a lesbian. In fact, I’m totally straight and I have no interest in other women. But when it comes to diapers, the idea of a guy in a diaper is revolting. I want to see other women wear diapers. I envy them and I want to be like them. I can’t believe that come Monday, I’m finally going to get my chance.
I hope that Lauren diapers me. She seems so sweet and gentle. And she’s a total cutie. (Okay, I said I’m not into women, but if she’s wearing diapers cause she enjoys it, I want her to change me!) Here’s my idea. If this whole “other side” thing is true, then Lauren knows what she likes when she’s diapered and she’s going to use those skills on me. I know that Ms. Stratford could diaper me too, but I think I’d prefer Lauren. Just a couple more days, and my dream will come true!
As Sara scrolled down with her left hand on the mouse, her right hand repositioned itself beneath her skirt. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could hear herself begin to pant.
After a few minutes of pleasuring herself, Sara calmed down and began to write.
Saturday April 3
I don’t feel like I have too much to write tonight. I had a great time with my friends this evening and I got a lot of work done today. Even though my thoughts have been somewhat distracted by what will happen on Monday, I’m still being productive.
I have two problems that I need to address. First, what if it’s not as good as I think it’s going to be? How will I react? What’s going to happen to my fantasy life? I mean, like, I’ve fantasized about diapers for more than five years now. What if they’re really a downer?
Second, I’m so worried about people finding out about my fetish. Wow. You should be proud of me. This is the first time I’ve ever been able to call this thing “my fetish.” I know that other people have the same feelings as me and are turned on in the same ways. But I’m so embarrassed to even begin talking about. Like, what should I do? Go up to somebody and say, “Hi. I’m Sara. I think about diapers all the time?” Or would it be like going to an AA meeting and saying “Hi, I’m Sara. I’m a diaper lover.” And then, they’ll all respond “Hi Sara.” I’m wearing the diaper for work, and I recognize that after work, I’ll be back in my normal clothing. But what will I do if they realize that I actually like diapers? How should I react? Should I hide my feelings or just run with it?
Oh, I lied. There are three problems this evening. Why can’t Matt and Heather just break it off already? On again, off again, on again, off again. Now they’re on again. Hmph. He says we’re just friends, but he looks at me differently than he looks at her. What is Matt afraid of? It’s not like I’m an imposing figure. I just think we’d make a cute couple.
Well, that’s it for tonight, Oh-Journal-of-Mine. Thanks for listening. Gosh, I’m such a friggin’ weirdo. I tell my journal that it’s listening to me when I’m sitting here typing into it. Boy do I need some rest.
Sara saved and closed her journal and put the computer into sleep mode. She undressed, changed into a pair of pajamas and brushed her teeth. Sara turned off the lights, climbed under the covers, curled up with Oreo (her black-and-white stuffed cow), and stared at the ceiling.
As Sara Richardson drifted off to sleep, a smile formed on her lips. Monday morning could not come soon enough.
Miles away, alone in her apartment, Veronica Wilson was still crying.
Chapter Four: Roommates
Sunday Afternoon (April 4)
With her heart racing, fearful that anybody that she knew had seen her, Jennifer Wallace entered her three-bedroom suite with the brown paper bag in her hands. She closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey! Is anybody home?” Jen cried out, running her fingers through her slightly sweaty auburn hair.
“I’m here,” Brooke Simon said, calling from her bedroom at the far end of the suite. Jennifer and Brooke had been roommates during their freshman and sophomore years. For their junior year on campus, they had applied for a two-person apartment but the application had been rejected. Emily Rubin was their third roommate.
“What about Em? Is she here?” Jen asked.
“Nah. She’s at a newspaper meeting. Said she’d be there for a coupla hours,” Brooke explained.
Jennifer smiled, picking up the brown paper bag again. She lugged it through the common/living area, the small kitchennette, past the bathroom and eventually dropped it at the threshold of her bedroom door, at the opposite end of the suite. Off to her left, Emily’s bedroom door was closed and locked. On her right, she smiled at Brooke, who was busy typing on her computer.
“Whatcha got in the bag?” Brooke asked, looking up from her work.
“I’ll show you in a second. What are you working on?” Jennifer asked.
“Just a history paper. It’s getting near the end of the semester, and I decided that I should start getting my work done,” Brooke said, smiling. She was dressed in a white T-shirt and black sweatpants and had her curly brown hair tied into a pony tail. As always, her bed was neatly made and the rest of her room was a disaster area. Brooke had a rule that she could never get into an unmade bed at night. But she didn’t care how messy the rest of her bedroom was.
“Do you think you could help me with something?” Jen asked, unlocking the door to her bedroom. Unlike Brooke’s bedroom, Jen’s bedroom was impeccable. The bed was made, the desk was neat, and the floor was spotless. She hung all of her clothes in the closet and folded all of them neatly in her dresser. Jen lugged the brown paper bag into her room and placed it beside her bed.
“What do you need?” Brooke asked, walking into Jen’s room.
“I want to see what it feels like,” Jen said, feeling the sweat drip down her neck.
“You want to see what it feels like?” Brooke asked, having no idea what Jennifer was referring to.
“You know, tomorrow. I want to see what I’m getting myself into,” Jennifer said, speaking in a rather esoteric manner.
“Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow?” Brooke asked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Jen asked. She reached into the brown paper bag and pulled out a plump white plastic bag with blue lettering. The label read ATTENDS: ADULT BRIEFS- MEDIUM.
“Adult briefs? What’s an adult brief and why do you have them?” Brooke asked stupidly.
“They’re diapers, Brooke. I just bought them at the store. The cashier gave me a strange look when she saw what I was buying and I told her that they were for my sick grandmother. This is hard enough as is. Please don’t make it any worse for me,” Jennifer said agitatedly.
“But we don’t have to buy our own diapers for the simulation. Lauren and Ms. Stratford are going to take care of that,” Brooke said calmly. Because of the money involved, Brooke had simply decided to participate. She had no qualms or fears about being diapered. Tomorrow, she would walk into work and let them take her aside, and diaper her. When she had to go the bathroom, she would use her diaper for its intended purpose. And when she received her paycheck, she would smile. Brooke did not understand why Jennifer was acting in such a strange way.
“I know. I know. I just want to see what it’s like,” Jennifer said.
“But you’ll find out tomorrow. Why are you in such a hurry?” Brooke asked. “Like, I don’t see what the big deal is, and everything.”
“I’m scared to death, Brooke. I’ve lost three part-time jobs in the past eight months. I was originally on work-study through the university. But I squandered each and every one of my opportunities. Now this job at Diaper Dandy comes along and I’m doing fine with Dr. Carpenter. But then that bitch Stratford comes in and changes everything,” Jen remarked.
“Ha-ha! You made a diaper pun!” Brooke said, trying to ease her roommate’s tension.
“Would you cut that out?” Jen asked, hating that she had been interrupted.
“You’re smiling,” Brooke said, smiling back at her roommate.
“Stop it,” Jen protested.
“Maybe you’re taking this thing a little too seriously,” Brooke offered.
“Am I? I feel like I’m in danger of losing my job. Stratford has done nothing but comment on my panties all week long. She always tells me that I’m inappropriately dressed. I want to impress her. I want to keep my job, because I really enjoy working with the little ones. But she’s such a hard-ass. I really don’t want to participate in this simulation. But I don’t feel like I have a choice,” Jennifer said, further explaining her problems.
“But you do have a choice,” Brooke said. “You can say no. Ronnie is saying no.” Veronica “Ronnie” Wilson had been their resident advisor in the freshman dorms. Ronnie was two years ahead of them and had already graduated from the university. They kept in touch at work and at various social functions.
“I’m afraid if I say no, then she’ll fire me,” Jen said, expressing her fear.
“She can’t do that,” Brooke reiterated. “She can’t fire you for not wearing a diaper. Ms. Stratford was very clear about that.”
“I guess I just feel persecuted, that’s all. Like I said, I don’t want to lose my job, and I feel like I’m in bad standing with her. All I want to do is improve my status. But I don’t want to go in there cold. I don’t want the first time to be tomorrow, with somebody who I don’t know, well you know, touching me and everything,” Jennifer said.
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, Jen,” Brooke said, placing a comforting hand on Jennifer’s shoulder.
“It just seems so weird. I’m going to walk into the facility. And I’m going to be pulled aside, undressed, bathed, diapered, and dressed in my uniform. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like to be touched in such a way. And I’m scared to death. That’s why I want the first time to be right now,” Jen said.
“What do you mean?” Brooke asked, only slightly comprehending what Jen was suggesting.
“Diaper me,” Jennifer said simply.
“You’re nuts,” Brooke said. “I’m not going to diaper you.”
“Brooke! I’m asking you. Please diaper me. Please show me what it’s going to feel like. I’ve lived with you for almost three years now. I trust you more than anybody in the world. You are my best friend. Please do this for me. It’ll make things so much easier for me tomorrow,” Jennifer pleaded, eyeing the package of “briefs” next to her bed.
“I’m not going to say yes. That’s just too weird. I don’t want to see you naked,” Brooke said.
“It won’t be a big deal, Brooke. Don’t you remember the time that you, me and Ronnie were drunk like no tomorrow, and we decided to march around the dorm floor topless? You’ve already seen part of me naked. I just want to see what it’s going to feel like to be diapered,” Jennifer said.
“Can’t you diaper yourself?” Brooke asked.
“It’s not the same. I’m not going to diaper myself tomorrow. I’m going to be diapered. And that’s why I want you to diaper me, now,” Jennifer said, walking into her bedroom.
“On one condition,” Brooke said.
“What’s that?” Jen asked, laying down on her bed.
“You’re not on your period are you?” Brooke asked, walking into the room rather hesitantly. She did not even think of closing the door.
“Nah, not yet,” Jen said.
“Mine started this morning. It’s bad enough that I’m on the blob right now. If I’m going to go through with this and diaper you, seeing you on your period would be the ultimate gross-out of the century,” Brooke said.
“You don’t have anything to worry about. Mine usually doesn’t come until a few days after yours,” Jen said, reassuring her close friend.
“This feels so weird,” Brooke said, as she walked over to where Jennifer was laying.
“Pull my pants down,” Jennifer said, looking at her roommate. Jennifer sat motionless as Brooke untucked her gray short-sleeved shirt and then fiddled with the buttons on her Levi’s 501 button-fly jeans. It felt so weird having another person touch her in such close proximity to her crotch. But if someone was going to do this to her, she wanted Brooke to be that someone.
Brooke smiled as she worked. She tried to keep the mood in the room as loose and free-flowing as possible. She knew that Jennifer was quite tense.
“Don’t we look so cute in our panties?” Brooke asked, as she pulled Jen’s blue jeans off and tossed them on the floor.
Jen put her hands over her face and shook her head from side to side. “No! This can’t be happening!” Jen said in a rather disbelieving tone.
Brooke still smiled as she touched Jennifer’s arm in another act of comfort and consolation.
“Don’t worry. I’m here for you,” Brooke said, looking Jennifer directly in the eyes.
Jennifer smiled at her roommate. And for a brief instant, the locking of their eyes made each young woman wonder if they were feeling more than just a strong friendship.
Brooke attempted to shake the feeling aside, but as she reached for Jennifer’s black panties, she felt her heart begin to beat more rapidly. She reached into the waistband of Jennifer’s underpants, and glided them down her legs.
Rather than protest or complain, Jennifer beamed a wide smile in Brooke’s direction.
“You’re so gentle,” Jennifer commented. “And your hands are warm,” she added, having felt Brooke touch her lower abdomen when her panties were removed.
“I guess we should get you into your diaper, right?” Brooke asked, doing her best to break “the moment.”
“Diaper, yeah. Right, diaper. That’s right,” Jennifer said, obviously distracted by other things in the room.
With a loud rip, Brooke tore open the package of “adult briefs” and withdrew one of the diapers.
“Gosh, this thing is huge!” she commented as she unfolded the thick adult diaper.
Jennifer’s heart was also beating rapidly and she broke into a cold sweat. She watched attentively as Brooke unfolded her diaper and she heard the loud, rustling noise that the diaper made.
“Are you ready, baby Jennie?” Brooke asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. I was too embarrassed to buy lotion or powder or wipes or anything. I just wanted to try wearing one. I figure I’ll find out what the rest of it is like tomorrow. But yeah. Just go ahead and get it over with,” Jen said, pushing the diapering process along.
Brooke smiled as she stood alongside Jennifer’s bed, with the diaper in her hand. Just as she had done with numerous infants and toddlers, she lifted Jen’s legs by her ankles and placed the unfolded diaper underneath her roommate’s bare buttocks. As she was pulling the diaper up between Jen’s legs, Brooke could not help but notice that her roommate’s femininity was glistening with moisture. Even feeling yucky from her period, with her most erogenous regions brushing up against her uncomfortable maxi-pad, Brooke felt herself become aroused. It was strange. Up until this moment, she had never experienced such feelings for Jennifer. As much as she tried to shake them away, she was unsuccessful. She tried to concentrate on taping Jennifer’s diaper closed but messed up a few times. With three tapes on each side of the diaper, it took Brooke a moment to figure out that the easiest way was to tape each side from the bottom and then work her way up.
When she was done, Brooke said, “You look really cute in your diaper.” She paused to admire her handiwork.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Jen said. “Thank you for doing this for me. At least now I can see what it’s going to feel like tomorrow.”
Still staring at her diapered roommate, Brooke touched Jen between her legs. She said in a sing-song voice, “Is baby Jennie wet?”
“No, I’m not wet, Brooke,” Jen commented. It wasn’t a complete lie. She hadn’t wet her diaper, but various parts of her body were wet from the diapering experience. She hoped that Brooke hadn’t noticed.
“Are you going to use this thing?” Brooke asked, her hand still resting on the diaper between Jennifer’s legs.
“Not unless I have to. I’m sure I’ll get enough experience with that tomorrow and the days after. When I have to go, I’ll just take this silly thing off,” Jennifer said.
“Well, I’m not too crazy about the idea of smelling your shit, but if you happen to have an accident, I won’t complain about changing your diaper, baby Jennie,” Brooke said. She stared at her roommate and continued smiling, while her hand remained on Jennifer’s diaper.
For a while, both Jennifer and Brooke could not release themselves from the glance of the other. There was some kind of sexual energy in the room that the young women could neither explain nor deny. Minutes passed.
“Hey girls! What’s going on! Oh my gosh!” Emily said. She had returned from her newspaper meeting early and was in the process of unlocking her bedroom door when she looked into Jennifer’s room.
“Oh shit! You weren’t supposed to know about this!” Jennifer said, defensively. She fumbled around for a pair of sweat pants with which she could cover her diaper. “The meeting ended half an hour early. Is there something going on in here that I should know about?” Emily asked, eyeing the open package of diapers on the floor.
“There’s a special simulation at the day care center where we work. Our supervisor wants us to wear diapers so that we can become better caregivers. She thinks that if we know what it’s like to wear diapers and be changed, we will better serve our charges because we’ve experienced what they’re going through. The simulation starts tomorrow and Jen was freaking out, as you know only Jen can do. So she bought a package of diapers and asked me if I would help her put one on so she knew what she was getting herself into,” Brooke explained.
“Um, okay,” Emily said, still in a state of disbelief. She found it a bit odd that Brooke had seen Jennifer naked and diapered her.
“This is embarrassing enough. Please don’t share this with anybody,” Jen said, pleading with Emily.
“Okay, I won’t. Your secret is safe with me,” Emily said. “By the way. You look really cute in your diaper,” Emily added. She giggled uncontrollably as she walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Brooke and Jennifer exchanged worried glances, wondering how they should proceed.
“Do you think we can trust her?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know, Jen,” Brooke said, repositioning her hand on Jennifer’s diapered crotch.
“You know you keep touching my diaper,” Jen said.
“Yeah, I know. Do you mind?” Brooke asked.
“No, not really,” Jen said, smiling widely.
“If you need anything, I’m right across the hall,” Brooke said, breaking their moment together. “I’m going to get back to my paper.”
“Could you shut the door behind you please?” Jen asked.
“No prob. Later, roomie,” Brooke said, blowing Jennifer a kiss.
As soon as the door had closed, Jennifer opened her closet door and stood in front of the full-length mirror. She ran her fingers over the entire outside of her disposable diaper. And when she thought about her diapering session with Brooke, she began to explore the inside of her diaper as well.
Across the hall, Brooke was daydreaming. She could no longer concentrate on her history paper. Instead, she was busy fantasizing about being diapered by Jennifer.
And in the room between them, Emily was dumbfounded. She could not believe what she had seen. As she placed her backpack on her bed and sat down at her computer, she wondered what exactly had transpired between her two roommates.
But Emily’s mind was more concerned with other things. She was the assignment editor for the campus newspaper. She was responsible for uncovering news stories and assigning other people to write articles about them. Emily could not care less if her roommates diapered one another. But the story at the day care center was groundbreaking news. Never before had a day care center implemented such a policy. The fact that it was happening in this community, made it a worthy piece of news for the campus newspaper. The policy affected many of the university’s students who worked part-time jobs there.
Emily quickly sent an E-mail to the editor-in-chief of the campus newspaper.
From: Emily Rubin (firstname.lastname@example.org)
To: Melissa Appleby (email@example.com)
Re: Story Idea
Can you meet me at the Commons for dinner tonight? I have a fantastic story idea for Friday’s paper.
An hour later, Melissa wrote back to Emily.
From: Melissa Appleby (firstname.lastname@example.org)
To: Emily Rubin (email@example.com)
Re: Re: Story Idea
6:30 sound good? Can’t wait to hear 'bout your idea.