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I wasn't doing great. I wasn't a great blackmailer, and I wasn't a great roleplayer. I wasn't even great at keeping it together. The whole thing had me spinning into a panic, but stopping would make it so much worse. I had to do well at this. I had to.

Blossom was pretty into this, although she did have to admit that she had her concerns about Amy; about the closeness to home, about the tumultuous relationship they used to have in school, about somehow tainting the thing they had now, with this. A part of her really wanted to not be this version of herself, but the horny baby-brained part of her wanted this scene to last forever.

She was conflicted as heck.

At least putting the diaper on was easy.

And she looked cute as heck in it.

When Blossom came back out, she was wearing shorts. The diaper peeked out over the waistband. But it didn't matter what she was wearing, because I reached into my backpack and pulled out her magical girl onesie.

"Here are your pajamas," I said. "Go get changed."

I tossed it at Blossom and she gave it a once-over.

"What the fuck is this? I'm not wearing this!" Blossom tactically dropped that F-Bomb, knowing it was against the rules, pushing the boundary.

"Rule six," I said, making a new rule in response to her outburst. "You'll wear what I tell you to wear."

"How is that any different than you showing those pictures to people?" Blossom asked, somewhere between irritation and anxiety.

"If you follow my rules, it won't interfere with your reputation," I explained again. "So, I won't make you wear something silly in front of your friends."

Blossom paused for a minute and contemplated her options:

One: She could push the envelope further. She might get another rule, and it sure did make her tingle whenever Amy came up with another one of those.

Two: She could concede immediately, and get right into the baby stuff.

Or, three: She could be a grumpy, bratty teenage girl.

And honestly? Every option seemed like a pretty good one! In another world, Blossom would have traded her entire life away for this reality, this existence. But in the world she lived in, Blossom would still rather have what she had today: brains, social status, and a sexy as fuck writer girlfriend.

With a flutter in her tummy and a warmth on her cheeks, Blossom Brixley shyly looked down and mumbled, but still loud enough to be heard:

"I feel like this is a slippery slope, and you're going to keep making me do more embarrassing things. And it's not like I have a choice, is it? Because if you told anyone or showed anyone, I'd be ruined. So I just have to do it. I have to wear this thing. I have you be your… your fucking," deliberate choice of curse word, "little doll or something?"

Doll was a good word. Doll was a really good word. Honestly, this fantasy had been with her for a long time. It gave her such complicated feelings.

"You'll be whatever I want you to be, and you'll do whatever I want you to do," I said sharply. It was bitchy, like something Blossom would have said when we were in high school. I felt so out of my element. I knew what I was saying was objectively right, something Blossom would enjoy, but it felt really wrong.

"You know how unfair that is, right?" Said the girl who, in the imaginary world and the real world, had made Amy's high school life very unfair. In any case, her tone was quiet, reserved, and not Blossom-esque at all. A defeated girl. Fallen from grace and into a diaper.

I changed the topic. It didn't matter what was fair.

"Do you not know how to dress yourself? Do I have to do it for you? Pull your onesie on over your head and snap it between your legs like a baby?"

"I can do it!"

Wow, that sounded even more childish than Blossom had planned. She looked away in shame, and set the onesie down so she could begin to get her clothes off.

I kind of assumed Blossom would go back into the bedroom to get changed, but she didn't. She stripped down to her diaper right there in the living room and I quickly turned my back. I didn't know if that was an in character or out of character decision.

It was a power-move. Blossom smirked and pulled the onesie over her head, shimmying it down over her more-than-ample breasts, over her taut tummy, and letting the front and back hang over her diaper.

One. Two. Three.

"Dammit... I can't... get it to... join together?"

I turned back to Blossom. She was fumbling with the fabric between her legs, rather ineffectually. I would have thought she was playing it up for the scene, but I had been in that position before; it just sucked to snap your own onesie.

"Here, let me do it," I sighed. I stepped up to her and swatted her hands away, then knelt down on the floor. I was getting used to seeing Blossom in a diaper, even up close. It didn't cause me half as much anxiety as the last time I did up her onesie.

Blossom briefly considered making a comment about how this-Amy just wanted to put her face in her diaper, but it wouldn't have been in-character. So she grumbled softly and fussed as the onesie was tugged down between her legs.

"Hey! Not so rough! It's too tight!"

I knew for a fact it was not too tight; she'd worn it before. So I just rolled my eyes and finished snapping the onesie. Then I stood up and looked her over. She sure didn't look like a little girl; she looked like an adult woman in a diaper and a onesie. I blamed her boobs. But hey, that was better for the scene anyway.

"Don't you look adorable," I teased. This part felt so ordinary, so Amanda x Blossom. I felt a bit of my tension slip away.

"Don't mock me, Amanda, you know I don't have any say in this."

Arms: crossed.

Cheeks: puffed.

My name shouldn't sound so foreign from my girlfriend's lips. It shouldn't make me feel so awkward. I took a moment to center myself. The hard part was over.

Actually... was everything over? I didn't have any more plans than putting her in a diaper. What was it she said she liked? Teasing, humiliation...

"But you're just so cute," I smiled. "Bossy, busty Blossom dressed like a little girl in a diaper and a onesie... it's endearing."

"No it isn't!" Blossom half-yelled, turned it into a squeak at the end, and took a step toward Amy as menacingly as she could. "It's not cute, it's not endearing, it's not sexy!"

"Oh, it's definitely not sexy," I blatantly lied. "But you'll get used to it."

And then I thought of something else, something that we never actually discussed as part of the scene. And no matter what answer Blossom gave, it would be embarrassing. So I went for it.

"Why do you wear diapers to bed, anyway?" I asked.

Oh, good question!! Blossom thought about her options: was she in an accident? No, too sympathetic. Was it trauma? No, same issue. It was hard enough for Amy to keep her character's motivations straight without Blossom muddling it all up.

"Because if I don't, I wind up with wet sheets," Blossom finally said. "I never stay over at anyone's place after we sleep together."

"Huh." I wasn't sure what to do with that exactly, but I hoped Blossom admitting she was a bedwetter hit the humiliation mark.

The popular girl with the bedwetting problem. It was definitely a common fantasy, and absolutely a popular fantasy of Blossom's. She was quiet for a moment, enjoying the humiliating impact of Amy's staring at her, and after juuuust long enough, she puffed out her cheeks.

"Just forget about it."

"Well, since you won't be having sex for a while," I said, adding insult to injury, "you won't have to worry about any more wet sheets anyway. Isn't that a relief?"

"Whatever," Blossom said sharply. "I'll do anything you say, okay? Whatever it takes, until you get bored of this... this weird shit."

"Language," I said flatly. Was she swearing on purpose? "Rule seven. This one should go without saying, but if you're in your bedtime diaper, the bathroom is off limits."

"Fine. I've wet these things plenty, it's not biggie."

"In your sleep, sure," I teased. And then, with a curious glance at my new charge: "Or do you usually wet your diapers when you're awake too?"

"No!" Blossom quickly defended herself. "What kind of pervert do you think I am? I just mean. It's embarrassing, but you're the one who wants me to do it so that makes me wonder a lot more about you, Amanda. Like, where you got this thing?" She tugged at the onesie. "And this diaper?"

"The internet, obviously. I just searched 'a bully at school wets the bed' and I found a whole lot of stories about the kinds of things I could do to you."

"…wow. That was a great line," Blossom said, breaking the scene. "How are you, still green?"

"Yeah..."

The both of us were still just standing outside her bedroom door, and her old clothes were on the floor at her feet. I wasn't sure what to do next, so the verbal sparring was all I had. I didn't want to stop and ruin her fun, but I really didn't know what else to do. I was a little proud of some of the lines I came up with, but I was emotionally exhausted.

"Then come cuddle with me," Blossom coaxed. "Because this has been so incredibly fun, and I wanna share some aftercare."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that Amy was wavering a little, and Blossom knew all-too-well what it meant for a domme to push themselves for too long: nobody got to be happy. And in whatever scene she was in, top or bottom, domme or sub, Blossom was always going to take care of her partner.