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Blossom pulled up to the front of the hotel and put the car in park. Sure enough, it was massive. Definitely expensive. And to make matters worse, a man came around to Blossom's car window to offer valet service. I'd literally never in my life had valet service.

"Worth it," Blossom whispered to Amy, as they both got out of the car and headed toward the front doors of the hotel. Not wandering around New York City in her diaper and sweater was well worth the eighty-one dollars.

Thankfully, Blossom got all the stares. I mean, it looked like she wasn't wearing pants and the temperature was below freezing. Of course she got the stares. And it helped me a lot, because this was the first time anyone in my adult life had seen me in a diaper other than Blossom Brixley. They couldn't tell, right? No, of course not... I'd checked in the mirror at the beach house. But I pulled down the hem of my winter coat all the same.

"You know," Blossom said in a lower voice as she led the way into the foyer, "I'm pretty used to being stared at and given attention, but this might be the first time it's ever felt nerve-wracking."

She approached the front desk and smiled that bright Blossom smile as she gave her information to the sharply dressed man behind the counter. She kind of expected him to have a French accent, but maybe that was just a stereotype she picked up from TV.

I stood awkwardly behind Blossom trying to minimize myself, which was hard when I felt like I was nearly maximum size. Eventually she got our room number and led us out of the lobby and to the elevator.

"I hate this a lot," I muttered. My heart rate was running wild, but so were the butterflies in my stomach. If anyone could tell... if anyone knew what we were wearing... I shook my head. No ABDL fantasies until I found a safe place to think.

"You're doing great, cupcake. And I'm taking care of all the people interactions like I promised that I would!"

The elevator closed behind the two of them, and once the heavy doors shut Blossom felt like she could finally breathe.

"Also wow, it's nerve-wracking!"

"I don't know how people walk around wearing this like it's normal..." I sunk against the wall of the elevator as it took us up. My heart rate started to settle.

"It's like what we were talking about in the car," Blossom said. "Once you do it once, you've done it."

"True..." I exhaled loudly and checked my phone. I had been texting my mom, telling her where I was. I updated her with the hotel address. Eventually the elevator doors opened and Blossom led me down toward our room.

"And," Blossom continued the conversation as she approached the door to the hotel room, "now we're here, at the hotel, and we can sit on the bed and laugh about it and how it wasn't really all that hard, in the end."

She tapped the door key to the lock and pushed the door open into the suite.

It was gorgeous. Like, probably something I would never be able to realistically afford. Or, rather, something I shouldn't try to afford on my wages. But the furniture was modern and sleek, with a huge king bed and a wall of glass that reminded me a lot of the beach house. A window looked over the city. We weren't even halfway up the building, but New York City at dusk was impressive at any angle.

"Woah..." I slid my backpack off my shoulder and went over to the glass.

"Pretty cool, huh? I kept us in the 'reasonably priced' part of the building," which was, admittedly, a relative term, "but I wanted you to feel like the princess that you are. So here we are!"

"Yeah well, I'm picking an expensive restaurant, so..." I turned away from the city to look at Blossom. She was unpacking her bag, looking for something to wear that wasn't just a sweater and shorts no doubt. That made me wonder...

I walked up to Blossom and pinned her to the wall. My hand slid up her thigh, raising her sweater, and my other one expertly slipped a finger into the legband of her diaper.

"Soaked," I sighed, disappointed. "Gosh, you really are such a little girl. You couldn't even hold it until we got here."

Or, maybe she wasn't wet. Maybe she was sincere about keeping her diaper dry for that whole car ride. As the realization dawned on me, she got that mischievous smile on her lips. She stepped off the wall and put her hand on my cheek, the other one unbuttoning the front of my jeans. I tried to fidget and scramble away, but soon her hand was down the front of my pants and pressing against the front of my diaper.

"Soaked," she sighed, disappointed. "Gosh, you really are such a little girl. You couldn't even hold it until we got here."

I stood there so long running the numbers, that I missed my opportunity.

"Well?" Blossom asked, turning to me with a bright smile. "Why aren't you running off to the bathroom? Didn't you have to go?"

"I... um..." I hesitated. I didn't have a good answer, so I turned the question back on her. "I don't see you rushing to get in there."

"I'm not the one who whined like a little baby about not being able to hold it. Maybe I should check you? Maybe… pin you to the wall? Or throw you down on the bed? I bet you just didn't even notice that you went, honestly. That's common in baby girls your age, after all~"

Blossom was grinning.

"I'm not a baby," I said in my defense, but as she took a step toward me I took half a step backward. My cheeks were taking on color.

"So you're not a baby, and that means that when I check your diaper I'm going to find it dry, right? Because you're not a baby?"

Blossom slowly approached Amy, taking deliberate steps punctuated by her words, like a lion about to pounce.

"You're... not doing anything like that, because I'm not a baby..." But my usual irritation was diluted by her choice of words. I crossed my arms defensively and looked past her toward the bathroom. If I could get in there and change...

Blossom took several more steps until she was right in front of Amy, and then one more step on top of that until she was close enough that the two of them could nearly feel one another's heartbeats. She fancied that Amy's was racing in that moment. Blossom liked that.

"So let's see about that? Let's see if you're not a baby. I'm going to check your diaper~"

"Blossom..." I tried to shy away from her, but my back was near the window and I was too nervous to lean against it. She reached down and unbuttoned my probably-too-tight jeans and slid them down my thighs. Even if I wanted to run now, I couldn't with my pants around my ankles.

"Now, you've taken a big gamble here my pretty little cupcake, haven't you? Because you've told me that you're not a baby, and that your diaper is dry. So if I find that it's wet, then all I can conclude is that you actually are so much of a baby that you didn't even notice…"

And with the word notice, Blossom pressed the palm of her hand to the front of Amy's diaper. Her very sodden diaper.

"…just how wet you are."

A shiver ran up my spine. The sensation of her hand against the plastic, the pressure of the wet padding between my legs. I blushed a few shades deeper and tried to shoo her hand away.

"It... I told you I had to stop... you didn't listen... I don't see how that's my fault..." Okay, maybe not my best argument, but I was flustered! I was warm all over.

"That's very true!"

Blossom actually flashed a genuine smile, because she wanted to praise Amy for having followed her advice of accepting permission. But Blossom also wanted to stay in the moment.

"But you didn't even know you were wet…~"

"Yes I did," I said without thinking. It seemed like a reasonable argument. "I just didn't want to tell you, 'cause it's none of your business." I finally managed to shoo Blossom's hand out from between my legs, pulling down my coat - which I was still wearing - to cover as much of my diaper as possible.

"Oh, so you lied to me, cupcake? Are you too little to know that lying is what naughty girls do?"

"I... I didn't lie! I didn't say I was dry!" I fumbled to kick my jeans off my ankles; I couldn't walk around with them like that. It wasn't very elegant, but I managed to do so without lifting up the front of my coat.

"Oh, are we arguing technicalities today, little cupcake?" As Amy fumbled and hopped and squirmed out of her jeans, Blossom took the initiative to guide her body. "Let's get you on the bed."

Blossom had a weird way of moving when she wanted to, like she was dancing. It was probably a cheerleader thing, but maybe because she'd taken ballet or something. She put a hand on my neck and the other on my hip, then tilted me away from the window until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the king-sized bed. And with a gentle push, I tumbled backward. Except, I was holding onto Blossom's oversized-sweater and took her down with me.

Blossom, who had fallen many times in her life, landed with both her hands on either side of Amy. Amy, who perhaps was less experienced with falling, or maybe less experienced with pulling someone else down on top of her, looked briefly panicked. But she needn't have worried.

As Amy's back hit the bed, Blossom hovered over her. Her bleached blonde hair fell down either side of her face like a waterfall.

I looked up at Blossom, and it was like the hotel room around us had fallen away. Her hair made curtains around our faces and her thigh was pressed against the diaper between my legs. And she had such a stupid little smile on her lips.

"Kiss?" I whispered, like I wasn't sure if it was a good moment or not.

"Kiss~"

Blossom concurred with a cheeky grin and showed her agreement by pressing her lips to Amy's. It wasn't any secret that Blossom liked to kiss; she liked most displays of physicality honestly. She was the "let's sneak off and make love while people aren't looking" kind of girl, after all. But with Amy it had only been kissing thus far, and that was perfectly fine anyway.

Eight. I think? Eight kisses? I swear, I knew how to count. Or, I did before Blossom's lips were on mine. It was like she always wore that pink lip gloss from Academy I, and every time we kissed I fell more and more into a dumb baby stupor.