Chapter Twenty-Four
Oh, fuck, okay, stay calm, don’t seem to eager, just play it cool, okay?
I swallowed hard.
This had been exactly what I was hoping for but…now that it was here…could I…did I…was I sure…and…what if…
Breath!
I forced myself to exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“I, uh…” I said weakly. I didn’t want to sound too eager, but the problem was I wasn’t sure how I should sound. What was the appropriate tone of voice for this?
Reluctant but accepting? Resigned, maybe?
Something like that.
She’s waiting for your answer still!
“Um…” I bit my lip, lowered my gaze, and nodded my head. That would have to do.
“Are you…sure?” It wasn’t entirely clearly to me whether Vivian was asking because she sensed my panic or because she herself was reluctant.
Oh gods, what if she only offered to be nice but really doesn’t want to do this?
“Are…you?” I asked back.
Vivian smiled warmly and nodded, “of course, darling girl. I told you, I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make this as easy as possible for you. And if that means helping you with your…” she gestured to the suitcase, “you know, then I’m not only willing but even happy to.”
She’s happy to diaper you.
Calm down, she doesn’t mean it that way.
I took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s do it.” But I just kept standing there.
Gods, I’m really starting to panic.
This is what you wanted! Things are going well! Just stay calm, okay?
“Well,” Vivian took a few steps towards me and gestured to the bed, “I guess…you lay down on the bed? And I’ll get your…from your suitcase?”
A surprisingly strong sense of relief washed over me as Vivian took charge, even if she seemed a little unsure of herself. I nodded and quickly stepped over to the bed and sat down. Vivian gave me a reassuring smile, then moved to my suitcase and unzipped it. It took her no time at all to find the diapers, they took up a substantial amount of room in my suitcase after all, and only slightly longer to find a pair of pajamas—a simple pair of black shorts and matching cami. She approached the bed, placed the pajamas on the bed, and starting turning the bag of diapers over in her hands, looking for an opening. For a second, her face was pure confusion, then…surprise? She looked up at me and smiled.
What was that?
But before I could chase that thought, Vivian ripped open the package, and all my attention was back on her. I chewed on my bottom lip as she pulled the black, plastic-backed diaper out of the bag, then set the bag down. And then Vivian was standing in front of me with a diaper in her hands ready to put it on me.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile, “this isn’t the first time I’ve done this.”
I felt my cheeks heat up.
At least she didn’t directly compare you to whatever babies she’s taken care of in the past.
“Well, it’s mine,” and I laughed, surprising myself more than a little.
“I’ll be gentle,” Vivian gave me a wink, then began unfolding the diaper. “I guess, take your pants off?”
I stood back up again just long enough to unbutton pants and, hooking my thumbs under the hem of my panties, pulled down my pants and panties at the same time. Stepping out of them, I sat back down on the bed and looked up at Vivian expectantly.
“Okay, um, scoot back just a little, and lay down, just like that, now, here, put your feet on the bed so you can…exactly, just like that! And I’ll just slide this under you, now down…no, up again, sorry, just need to adjust it, and back down? Okay, great,” I let Vivian guide me through the process without a word, simply following her instructions. Which, honestly, I might have needed. I felt nearly frozen with…panic? No, not quite. What’s the word for when you’re excited because one of your fantasies is literally coming true but you’re kind of overwhelmed by it and also maybe feel a little bit guilty by how you got here and worried you’re making a horrible mistake but despite all that are somehow so incredibly turned on.
…
You know you’re in deep when even your internal narrative is speechless.
“Um, should I…use…powder?” Vivian asked cautiously, and I couldn’t have been more thankful that she’d left off the adjective.
“I…didn’t bring any…”
You didn’t even think about that.
Vivian nodding, “we might want to get you some, but you’ll be okay for tonight.” And then she pulled the diaper up between my legs, and my heart skipped a beat.
Or seven.
Holding the diaper to my lower abdomen with one hand, Vivian grabbed on of the wings and pulled it tightly around my waist and fastened one of the tapes before repeating the process on the other. With that done, she quickly did the second tape on each side. And that it was all over.
So much faster than when you do it.
And so much nicer.
“Does that feel…secure?” Vivian asked as she ran her fingers along the leak guards. I nodded. “Are you…okay?” There was more than a note of concern in her voice.
I nodded.
Surreal?
No, but that’s really close.
“Just…” I laughed weakly, “um, a little…not sure how to feel.”
Vivian nodded, then gave a short laugh herself, “yeah, I get what you mean. Do you want to finish getting dressed yourself? I still need to finish getting ready for bed.” Vivian’s whole demeanor was so nonchalant that it made it hard to feel awkward about what had just happened. For all you could tell by the way she was acting, this was a perfectly normal and natural thing to have just happened. I could never overstate my gratefulness for that.
“Yeah, I can do that part myself,” I smiled and sat up, already feeling more relaxed.
Uncanny?
It’s the center of the venn diagram between surreal, uncanny, and incredibly hot.
Vivian leaned down, kissed me firmly on the lips, lingered for a moment, then stood back up. “I can’t wait to spend the next week with you, my little Lavender.”
Her little pet name for me took on new meaning in this moment, and my cheeks turned scarlet. “Me too.”
Vivian left the room, and I finished changing into my pajamas before climbing into bed and sliding under the covers. My diaper crinkled blissfully every step of the way.
Vivian just diapered you.
Vivian just diapered me!
It was going to be a good week.