Tuesday, February 14th

183.)

Valentine's Day was not a public holiday. Blossom and I still had school. But that was good, because my mom still had work. And I didn't want her in the house when Blossom came to pick me up.

I tried to dress nicely. I wore a button-up top and a knee-length skirt. I curled my hair properly, which looked a lot better than when it curled naturally. And I spent half an hour in front of the mirror, looking for absolutely any sign of the diaper underneath. Fuck, I was nervous. But the nerves were welcome; I was so scared of wearing a diaper out in public that my brain didn't have time to latch onto the fact that this was my first Valentine's Day with Blossom.

The doorbell rang. I hurried down the stairs, crinkling with every step. It sounded loud. Was that because I was listening for it? Or because my house was so quiet? This was such a bad idea.

When I opened the door, there were two surprises. The first was my outfit, because I'd never worn a skirt or a dress in front of Blossom before. It was probably the girliest I had ever looked. The second was Blossom's outfit, which was weather appropriate. Full-length pants. Boots. Even a long coat! It was probably the least amount of Blossom's skin I'd ever seen.

"Oh my gosh you look gorgeous, cupcake! Damn, babygirl!"

She covered her mouth and grinned like she'd done the wrong thing; but babygirl was a neutral enough affectionate term. She was in full-on gushy-girlfriend mode, and it took a moment to compose herself.

I blushed and let Blossom into the house. She was always affectionate, always complimenting me, but it was rarely for my outfit choices.

"I tried on literally every pair of jeans I own," I sulked. "They're too tight, and you can see these like... lines..." I turned at the hip to draw lines along my backside, trying to give an example. It wasn't a straight-on view of my diaper or anything, but it bulged out enough that it made me anxious. So I had to wear a skirt. Luckily, I had a nice one with a lot of folds. And just in case there were errant winter breezes, I put on a pair of shorts underneath.

"Oh yeah that VDL is a big issue for girls in our line of hobby, huh?" Blossom laughed.

"Can I come in? I've gotta change a little something about my fit to match, and…" she paused, and whispered, "I'm being ambiguous, but is your Mom home? I don't know how discrete I gotta be."

"No, she's at work." As we planned, but it was smart of Blossom to ask.

Blossom took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door. I was still shocked to see that Blossom even owned a coat!

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this ensemble?" I asked, grinning. She looked so ordinary! You know, the way movie stars can look ordinary on screen. But gosh.

"Well, the last time I was in a diaper in public, I thought everyone could see literally everything. I changed clothes over and over, but this is the best I could do as far as concealment goes. It's ironic because your Mom would be so proud of me, and she's not even here to see it!"

"Maybe when we get back?" I teased. But then I remembered what we were wearing. "Or, we should change before we come back..."

Note to self: put a pair of panties in my handbag.

Last weekend when we left the beach house, Blossom and I took two diapers with us. I kept them at my house, because I had a place for stuff like that. I probably couldn't hide a whole pack of diapers in my room, but two diapers wasn't a problem. Which meant...

"You should get changed," I prompted.

"I know, I knooooow," Blossom puffed out her cheeks and tried for some cute playful negotiations. "But wouldn't you rather see me in something sluttier?”

"No way I'm going out like this on my own," I said sternly. I wanted to add some kind of spin on it, some kind of story. A reason why we were in diapers. But I didn't want to roleplay today. I wanted the story to be our story: two girls who liked diapers wearing them out for the first time.

Well, the second time. But the first time was a car ride, so it didn't count.

"Gosh, you're sexy when you're stern like that.” Blossom couldn't resist popping a kiss on Amy's cheek as she began to head upstairs. "Do you wanna diaper me? I don't mind doing it myself, but you are my girlfriend so you get first dibs."

I expected that question. I wasn't blindsided. And I was so anxious about my own diaper that putting her in one didn't seem so bad. So I nodded my head.

"Okay."

I led the way up the stairs to my room. The second diaper - Blossom's diaper - was already on my bed, hidden under a pillow. I couldn't believe I was about to diaper Blossom Brixley on my own bed...

Amy diapering Blossom was kind of like asking for a first class upgrade at the airport and then actually getting it. Like, you always had to ask, but you also never expected a yes. Blossom had flown first class lots of times, but getting diapered by Mia Moore in her own bed? By Amy, by her gorgeous girlfriend? Blossom was giddy all the way up the stairs.

"Gosh I love your room, cupcake, have I told you that before?"

"Yep. You love everything." I meant to say it as a way to diminish her compliment, that for some reason her loving me and my room and everything else I did was less important because she loved other things too. But to be honest, Blossom just loved a lot of stuff. She wasn't afraid to show it, either. She wasn't like that in high school.

"On the bed," I prompted.

With a little nod of her head, Blossom crawled up onto the covers and scooted back. She was a little self-conscious about her height, like she was too close to the headboard, but the moment was too exciting for her to stay nervous.

"Like this?" Blossom asked.

"Like that."

I'd changed Blossom before. It wasn't a big deal. But the venue was unusual. Having to strip Blossom of full-length jeans was unusual. Seeing my own comforter under her bare butt was unusual. But every time I got nervous, I reminded myself: you're going to a movie in a diaper soon. Be nervous about that instead. And it seemed to work.

Diapering another person was still hard. I got the tapes in a good spot, but I had to redo the bottom two. Then I had to pull one of the top ones tighter. When I was happy with my work, I patted the front of the diaper.

The experience never got old for Blossom; which was an apt metaphor. She did as she was told, and she moved as she was directed. She let her girlfriend diaper her, and there was no roleplay, no scenario, no pretense. It was just casual. And normal. And real.

She was so cute, on her back. On my bed. I wanted to crawl on top of her. I wanted to kiss her, until her eyes were faraway and glossy like a smitten little girl in an ABDL story. I wanted to put my hand between her legs and make her diaper crinkle.I wanted to make her fall in love with me and fall in love with her diapers all over again.

Instead, I looked down at the floor and tried to hide my blush.

"You can do your pants yourself, right?" I asked.

"Ohhh, umm, I can, buuuut…. If you wanna do them, I mean, I've got a pretty puffy butt right now and you'd need to put your hands all over my hips to tug them up. And I'm pretty helpless you know…" Blossom knew she was pushing her luck. She did it anyway.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, stand up."

Blossom stood up and I helped her step into her jeans like I was dressing a child. Sure enough, when it came to pulling the tight denim over her padded butt, we struggled a little. But when all was said and done, her pants were buttoned and her top fell over the plastic waistband.

Unfortunately...

"I can tell you're wearing a diaper," I sighed. "Don't you own looser clothes?"

"I do not," Blossom said, looking in the mirror. "No, look. It's just this part here, near my butt. That's why I brought a coat."

"Hm... yeah, alright." If you knew what to look for, maybe you could tell that Blossom was wearing a diaper. But with a coat on, it wouldn’t be obvious at all.

"See? I'm more than just a pretty face and great boobs. Blossom Brixley is a problem-solving thinker-girl." She tapped the side of her head and grinned.

"This whole thing, this whole… us, in your bedroom, you diapering me, your Mom not being at home. It reminds me of like…vintage diaper smut fiction. But in a good way."

"Yeah, I know what you mean..." Maybe when I finished Academy Works I could write something light and fluffy, like two girls diapering each other and going out to a movie. Would that be fun to read? Or would it just be a waste of time?

"I'm so excited for our date, my crinkly little valentine. Let's head out?"

"Not yet," I said quickly. Then I led Blossom out of my bedroom and down the stairs. The crinkling was twice as loud.

"Wait here," I said, leaving Blossom in the foyer. When I came back, I had a box of chocolates in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Nothing big, nothing that was a big deal. But I wanted to do the Valentine's Day thing right.

"Be my Valentine?" I asked, handing them both to her.

For a moment, Blossom looked like she'd been stunned by a raygun or something. Her eyes moved down to the flowers and the chocolates and then back up to Amy and then back down again. Then she smiled a big smile.

"Yes yes yes, of course! Gosh, yes, please, I'm so sorry I didn't get you anything, and… gosh, Amy, cupcake, I…"

She could have cried, honestly. Lots of good feelings.

"I didn't need anything," I smiled. Actually, I had been worried Blossom was going to send me like a thousand roses or something. Knowing I got her something and she didn't get me anything was the best gift.

"Well, I'll buy snacks at the theater," Blossom argued, rubbing under her eyes before any tears ruined her makeup.

"Sounds like a deal."