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After the movie started, Blossom fed me popcorn every so often. And she reminded me to drink my soda. And probably other stuff too, but I was really into the movie. Like, it was a good movie! But with the diaper between my legs and Blossom's hand in mine, I felt so Little and excitable.

About a half hour into the film, Amy sat up suddenly. Blossom tilted her head curiously and mouthed the word “what?”, and her girlfriend began patting around her lap and under her bottom. Only then did Blossom realize she was looking for her Sno-caps. Helpfully, Blossom took the box out of her purse, opened it, and handed it to her fretful little girl.

"Here you are, sweetie," she whispered, "now pay attention, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and sunk back into the chair, pouring three or four Sno-caps out into my hand at a time and eating them all at once.

I didn't notice that I was kicking my feet a little, or that I would open my mouth automatically whenever Blossom would put something near it. I didn't even notice when Blossom lifted my skirt until she put a hand on the front of my diaper.

I quickly smacked her hand away and shoved my skirt back down. Nobody was in our row so nobody saw anything, but my panic didn’t care about facts.

"What the hell?" I hissed.

"Language." Blossom whispered, sternly. "I'm just checking, sweetheart; that's my job."

My indignation turned into Little feelings like lead into gold. I blinked a few times and opened my mouth to say something. But I forgot what I was going to say. Blossom popped a popcorn kernel in my mouth and directed me back to the movie.

I held her hand again. I sunk a little lower in my chair. I kicked my feet. I had my diaper checked at a movie theater. Gosh, how much more babyish could I get? I really was just a little girl...

But my internal monologue faded into the background as I remembered what we were watching. Once again, I was engrossed in the film.

I didn't know how long the movie was. I didn't know how long it had been. I was only pulled away from the screen by a sudden need to use the bathroom. Or, it probably wasn't sudden. I just wasn't paying attention.

Was the movie almost over? I could hold it. No problem. I'd done it at every other movie in my entire life.

Blossom was not blind. She'd noticed her girlfriend's small fidgets that grew into squirms. Blossom made sure to regularly put the pop straw to Amy’s lips, and hoped that Amy might even stay out of her own way for a change. A girlfriend could only hope.

Hope, and more DC.

That sounded like an inspirational poster.

Okay, it had become actively distracting. Little space was in full force because of the silly movie, and I couldn't enjoy it for more than a few seconds before my body reminded me that I had to pee. But unless I used a safe word, Blossom wasn't going to let me go to the bathroom. And I didn't want to use a safe word. I didn't want to change. I wanted to wet my diaper.

But I didn't want to wet my diaper here! In a movie theater, full of people. With Blossom next to me. I didn't want her to put her hand up my skirt again and find me wet. I didn't want her to tell me what a little girl I was, and that this proved I shouldn't be in panties anymore. I didn't want to get home and have her pin me down and show me why wetting myself was a good thing. Right...?

I only had one move. I had to convince her that it was the right thing to do, letting me go to the bathroom. So I leaned over and tugged her shirt.

"I gotta go potty," I whispered in a soft voice. I rarely spoke like that, like a little girl. Maybe never. But I was feeling so small and I thought it gave me the best shot at getting her to say yes. "Can I please go...?"

The little baby voice disarmed Blossom's resolve and brought a big smile to her face. But Blossom also knew that Amy could safe word if she needed to. The fact that she'd asked to use the potty meant she really only wanted one answer.

"You can go potty, sweetie. Do you wanna sit on Blossom's lap while you do?"

I blinked in surprise. She took my little game and turned it straight up to eleven! Shoot...

"No, uh..." I wiggled a little more in my seat. "I mean, I think... I can be potty trained, and be a big girl. If you just let me prove it..."

"Mmm, maybe when we get home you can try, but we don't even have your potty seat here. So you just use your padding like a good little girl. Plus, you don't want to miss any of the movie." If there was something that Blossom was exceptionally good at, it was prescriptive language.

I didn't want to miss the movie. I really, really didn't. Even talking with Blossom was a little frustrating, because I had a part of myself tugging me back to the screen. It was like needing to use the bathroom: I needed to watch the film.

But that's just how little space is.

"Um... I don't... I mean..." Something happened on the screen. I lost my train of thought.

"Watch the movie, baby girl,” Blossom said. “Don't focus on anything else. Just watch and relax and let your body do what it wants to. Now no more fussing, okay?"

"But..."

"You heard me," Blossom said sternly.

So I sunk back into the seat and pouted. So much for that plan. But did I even really want it to work? Yes. But no. And the thought of missing any of the movie was very unappealing. Maybe this was best. Blossom knew what was best.

All it took was for me to give up. The second I knew that the bathroom wasn't an option, my body was tired of waiting. I usually struggled to wet myself with Blossom around, but my desperation beat out embarrassment. I let out a breath of relief as heat pooled in my diaper, soaking into the padding, and warming my bottom.

I tried to stop. Just once, to prove I couldn't. To prove that I didn't have control. And for the rest of the movie, my brain was fuzzy and bright with Littleness.

Quietly, and without any fanfare at all, Blossom reached her hand up Amy's skirt and checked her diaper, as if she'd done it a thousand times before. As if she always did it. As if she were a professional diaper check. And Amy barely seemed to notice.

Blossom felt like she'd won the girlfriend game. Like she'd given this wonderful, beautiful, precious girl the best possible Valentine's Day.

Soon, the movie was over and people were shuffling out of the theater. Blossom and I were waiting for the crowd to die down.

"Oh. My. Gosh! The end. The animation! And, it was so good? Like, isn't this a spinoff of another movie? Isn't this supposed to be bad? But it was so good!"

"I loved it, baby girl. I loved every single bit of it."

Blossom let some excitement of her own show through, but she was honestly just pleased to watch Amy gush in such a childish way. Such excitement: so pure, so unbridled. It was pure fucking magic.

"I don't usually like silly comic relief characters, but I liked that little dog. And gosh, the animation... I'm never going to get over that. This film had no right being that good."

"C'mon, cupcake. Let's get going."

"Uh huh."

I knew I was in a diaper. I knew I was wet. But standing up was a whole other experience. The squish between my thighs. The weight on my hips. And it was one of those boutique diapers, so it was thicker and bigger now. And in public. All at once, my excitement turned to insecurity. Not fear or anxiety, but a craving for safety. A craving for Blossom.

Blossom knew this was coming. The moment Amy stood up and her knees began to buckle, Blossom put her arm around her lower back and pulled her into a tight cuddle right there in the movie theater. She gave Amy a kiss on the forehead and held tight to her hand.

"You've been so good, baby girl,” Blossom whispered. “I'm so proud of you."

"Uh... uh huh..."

Every step was met with a new worry. What if someone noticed me waddling? What if my skirt fell down? What if I leaked? I really had to go, and my diaper felt so thick. I'd leak on the floor, and have to explain to some manager or something...

But with every worry, I just clung tighter to Blossom. I held her hand until we were out of the theater, and then I clung to her arm. My face was red with embarrassment, and every time someone walked by I felt nervous. It was like a video game, and she was my light source. I just had to get out of this dungeon.

Blossom opened the door to her car - the passenger door - with one hand, and then she summarily scooped Amy up in her arms and deposited her into the seat of the car. It was dark outside, and though there were some people about here and there, no one seemed to pay them any mind. She reached over the stunned girl and buckled her seatbelt, then went to the other side of the car to get in.

I played with my fingers in my lap, but I wasn't picking at them. I was pushing them together. I had a million worries floating through my head, and all of them felt insurmountable. But, the kind of insurmountable that was obvious. The kind of insurmountable that I shouldn't even try, and I should ask someone else to do it instead. Like getting a cookie jar off a high shelf. I'd never felt quite like that before.

Once Blossom sat inside the car with Amy, with the doors closed, it was like stepping into the embassy of another country. It was a little pocket of another world, surrounded by the regular world, and with immunity to the outside.

"Where to, babygirl? Do you wanna get something to eat?"

Something that wasn't candy or popcorn.

"Um... I dunno..." I couldn't go home. I couldn't go anywhere! I had to change. But I didn't have another diaper. What was I supposed to do?

"Well, how about we drive around and look for something pretty, then?" Blossom knew that Amy shouldn't answer questions with anything more than a simple yes or no right now.

"Okay," I said. But it was cold outside, and it was dark already. Where could we really go? But as Blossom pulled out of the parking lot and started the way back toward our city, I found myself not really caring. I just liked being here with her.