18.)

Blossom finally let her character drop and she looked at Mia with a bashful smile and her own flushed cheeks. For a moment, neither of them said anything, and then Blossom rubbed the back of her head. And her words? Not the most elegant, but that was okay.

"See? I knew you'd like it. I hope I did okay, I've never really played an established character before."

"Yeah..." I sounded so far away. I was warm, but without Blossom's skin on mine, I felt cold too. I felt like something was missing. I shook my head and tried to think about something else.

Sports? No, let's not go down that rabbit hole again.

"I think I need some water," I said. I still sounded very far away. It wasn't until I was halfway across the room that I realized I hadn't given a very positive impression of all that. So as I got to the kitchen, I stopped, turned around, and smiled. "That was a lot of fun."

"Oh thank goodness."

Blossom hadn't realized it, but she must have been holding her breath. Mia's endorsement meant the world to her; it had been like waiting for a score to be given at the regionals for her cheer squad in high school. Her racing heart began to calm.

"I know I wasn't strictly on script, but I hope it showed you that this might be a good idea?"

"Yeah, I think so..." I got a glass from the cupboard and put it under the faucet. I didn't realize I was trembling, just a little bit. Once the glass was full, I held it in both my hands and went back to the living room.

"You know," I said, running through the scene again in my head. "You really knew that speech by heart. That one the Matron gives Kione. That was really impressive." She could have improvised some of it for all I knew, but it was still really on point.

"I've only read it like a hundred times - it's one of my favorite 'caregiver speeches' from any of your stories. Maybe not like #1 absolute favorite, but picking an absolute favorite is impossible anyway because you write such quality stuff. But definitely one of my favorites."

"Yeah well... I think that enthusiasm is hard to fake." I took a sip of my water and checked my fingers. I wasn't trembling anymore. "I suppose this isn't all just a prank then, huh? You really are into all this?" On a conscious level, I knew that. But this was the first time I felt like I could assuage my irrational fears.

"I am one thousand percent into this."

Blossom laughed when she said that, because she was just so... relieved, that for the first time Mia had expressed some degree of trust in her. Some belief. And that maybe meant her guard wouldn't always be up so gosh darn high.

"I promise, I'm not some sinister prankster. I'm just a googly-eyed fangirl who wants to know you so bad. I'm not sure if that's any better, but I promise once you get to know me you'll see I've got some merit!"

"Yeah, I think you do." I took another sip of water and let out a long sigh. Gosh, that was a wild ten minutes. "So you do that a lot? I mean, not like that... but the roleplay thing?" I had never done anything like that before!

"I've got some experience, yeah. Sometimes you just wanna be someone else during sex, or a scene, or a date, or something. Sometimes you need to be so you can enjoy something you have trouble reconciling. Sometimes it's just fun to be the girl next door that the pervy lesbian neighbor wants to corrupt. This is my first time doing any play in this space, though."

Which to Blossom, pretty much put them on the same level together.

"Well... I'm glad I could be your first." Probably the only 'first' I would be for Blossom Brixley. But it felt special, like I had carved out a place in her heart. I found a blank part of her soul and wrote my name on it. Or, well, I wrote "Mia Moore".

The rest of the night was comparatively tame. We did turn the TV on, and sure enough there was internet. We had leftover scones and talked about ways to turn the plot of James and the Giant Peach into an ABDL novel. It already had the 'lost childhood' vibe, and the big peach could be replaced with a big baby bottle or something. We finally agreed that Miss Spider and Mr. Grasshopper would make the best caregivers, and that Mr. Centipede was a brat waiting to be diapered.

That night in the guest bedroom, I ran through the scene I did with Blossom again and again. Forgetting my lines. The fake diapering. Breaking the script. Her words. Her lips. I knew it was just because she was the first person I ever did Little stuff with. I knew I didn't like her like that. I knew she didn't like me either. We were having fun. Adults have fun. They don't need to be in love to find each other sexy, right?

I rolled over and buried my head in the pillow. I wished I was at home, in my own bed. I wished I had diapers or something. I wished I could put my hand between my legs without feeling weird or guilty. She got off to my stories all the time, right? Wasn't it fair that I got off to one of hers?

But not here. Not in some stranger's bed, with her in the next room. I needed to focus on something else. So I pulled out my laptop and tried writing.

Chapter Seven.

Aya woke up wet, as she always did. Her mind glossed over the night before, of Mommy Moo's nipple in her mouth, of the soggy diaper between her legs, and the feeling of her hand under her blanket before bed. Her diaper crinkled softly as she pressed up against it with her fingers. A shiver ran up her spine.

Her thoughts escaped reality and dove into fantasy. Of Mommy Moo carrying Aya around on her hip through a country home, bouncing with every step and squishing her soaked padding against her caregiver's side. Of Mommy Moo's lips, pressing against Aya's forehead, against her cheeks, but whenever they strayed too close to her lips Aya would get a pacifier instead.

Backspace.

I wasn't bored this time, but it felt wrong. It felt out of character. Aya wasn't me. Sure, she found Mommy Moo sexy - just like I found Blossom sexy - but Mommy Moo represented something greater. Aya wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to be a bad one.

I closed my laptop and fell back into bed. Another sleepless night was ahead of me, I could feel it.