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There was something about the quiet of the car ride and the way Blossom was talking. Like, a note higher than usual. Just a little bit. And the gentle snowfall outside the windows, in the dark world. Headlights shone like spotlights, illuminating the countryside. One lumen could travel a million miles in the snow.

It was peaceful. It was safe. And I was feeling a lot better.

"Sorry for getting anxious back there," I finally said, halfway down the freeway. Highway? Whatever one is a big road without being the biggest road. The biggest road had a delay, and Blossom's GPS routed us through side-streets.

"Oh don't worry about it, cupcake. Everyone gets a bit of chest-fluttery now and again, especially little girls your age. Don't think twice about it."

Blossom was serene, like snow in the early morning. Little flakes, falling on unblemished layers of frosting. She was happy.

"I never thought that would happen to me... I never thought I'd do that." Going out in a diaper. Like, to a public place. And then wetting myself? And how Little I felt...

"I think you're a bad influence on me," I teased.

"Oh I'm definitely a bad influence on you, but good girls like you sometimes need a bad girl like me to help you have fun." Blossom winked without taking her focus off the road. "I'm hecka proud of you."

"Yeah, well... I guess, I am too." I'd written so much about the experience of diapers and public stuff. In Academy T, the whole town was basically an ABDL town. And in Academy A, they made a show of diapers, sometimes having to wet themselves at the front of the class. But fantasy and reality, to me, were as differentiated as Blossom's spheres.

And now, Blossom's spheres weren't that differentiated anymore. What an apt metaphor.

"I'm a hundred percent privileged to have been a part of that. And I hope I get to revel in your littleness like this a lot more."

Blossom didn't pay lip service. She didn't lie to fluff someone up. She didn't say things she didn't feel. Which meant she sometimes came across as cold and bitchy; but it also meant that she was always trusted to be honest.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to that too," I smiled. Gosh, I felt exhausted. What a massive emotional drain.

"Hey, where are we going, anyway?" I asked.

"To be honest, I have no idea," Blossom laughed.

"Oh. Hm... somewhere I could change would be nice." Blossom's car was spacious, but changing out of a wet diaper in the back seat didn't seem all that appealing to me.

"There's probably a Planet Fitness nearby and I have a membership and can bring a guest. Or we could hit a diner if you don't mind changing standing up? What's your vibe?"

I don't think I'd ever in my life been to Planet Fitness. A part of me worried they would take one look at me and shoo me away. Changing in a diner bathroom didn't sound like something I wanted to do, but at least it was a familiar energy.

"Diner, I guess? But I'm not very hungry." I had a lot of popcorn, and my Sno-caps were gone.

"I'll get a DC and something to nibble on while you change, alright? You don't have to eat at all if you don't want to. You're the center of my affection and attention tonight, cupcake. What you want, you get. So let's find a diner."

We found something ten minutes out of town, somewhere I'd never been. But I think all diners have the same vibe, no matter where you are. It was kind of a nostalgic space. And thankfully, Valentine's Day was usually one of those holidays where people didn't go to diners. Not romantic enough, I guess?

"Do you have something to wear?" Blossom asked. "Like, after changing?"

"I brought panties," I said, praising myself for a semblance of foresight.

"Oof. I should have thought of that."

That was when I remembered that Blossom was diapered too. But she didn't seem as spooked as I was. Was that just a Blossom thing?

"Do you... need to change too? I didn't think to ask."

"Probably, but I think this bad girl's probably got some life in her yet. And I didn't bring a change… I left my panties at your place. I was a little distracted by you diapering me."

"Wow, you're brave..." I laughed a little, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious for the way I'd been acting. I mean, Blossom Brixley could do just about anything, but she kept herself composed like it was the easiest thing in the world. Even in a wet diaper.

"I'm really not. I just made the conscious decision to focus on you. Think of it like a Valentine's Day gift from me. And yeah it's not as sweet as flowers and chocolates, but conquering my own anxiety for the sake of making sure you have an amazing time isn't something I get to do very often."

"Well, I'm still impressed. I don't think I could have done that for you if the situation was reversed."

"You'd be surprised," Blossom grinned. "Let's go inside."

I did not want to go inside, but staying in the car was merely delaying the inevitable. And my mom was home for sure; I would rather walk through a diner of strangers than the foyer of my house.

Once we were inside, Blossom pointed to the sign on the ceiling. Restrooms. I nodded and left her to find us a table.

The women's bathroom was empty, and what a blessing it was. Untaping the diaper in the small, echoing room was like lighting firecrackers. I thought an employee would storm in and ask what was going on. But nobody came in.

When I was done, I poked my head out of the stall. There was a trash can in the corner, under a towel dispenser. I hurried over to it and dropped the diaper in it, scouting the room like a criminal. Like I was trying to smuggle the Declaration of Independence out of the diner.

But I was alone. I didn't see any cameras. No feet under the stalls. I even piled a wad of paper towel on top of the trash can, to hide the evidence. Then, I let out a sigh of relief.

I did it. Ocean's Eleven had nothing on me.

When Amy got back to the table, Blossom was eating a plate of fries with cheese sauce on the side. She had a Diet Coke in front of her, half gone. And if there was any sign that this college hottie was wearing a wet diaper? She was damn good at hiding it.

"Hey babes, everything go okay?"

"Yeah..." I sat down across from her with a bit of a blush on my cheeks. Now that it was over, now that it couldn't be traced back to me, I was starting to feel better. I reached forward and took one of her fries. So much for not being hungry.

"I once had a dream of a world where those lil' pull-down changing tables in bathrooms were adult sized and let me tell you, that sure would be convenient. Did you find a place to hide the evidence?" Despite the ambiguity of the conversation, Blossom kept her voice low.

"Yeah, mission accomplished," I laughed.

The rest of the night with Blossom was ordinary, which was exactly what I wanted it to be. On the way back home, I wondered if it was out of place to try checking her, even though I knew she was wet already. But my deliberation took too long, and before I knew it we were in front of my house.

"I don't suppose you want to come in?" I asked.

"Uhhh..." Blossom awkwardly paused, trying to do the math in her head. More time with Amy. Amy's mom seeing her in a wet diaper. For all her efforts today holding it together, this one came dangerously close to hitting her limit.

"It's cool," I reassured her. "I understand. I wouldn't go into your sorority house either, if I was in your shoes. And I could use some quiet time, to be honest."

"I'll be sure to regale you with my drive home when I'm all snug in pajamas and grown-up undies. But that does mean you have to get your kisses in now, before I go."

"Very reasonable."

So we kissed. A few times. I wanted to put my hand on her hip, to crinkle the wings of her diaper. I wanted to tease her for wetting herself like a little girl. But I was nervous, and I was tired, and we were in my driveway. So I didn't.

I watched from my porch as Blossom drove away, and I felt a deep longing. I had never missed her so instantly before.

But when I got up to my room, I found her underwear on my floor, kicked off to the side. If my room wasn't so clean, I might not have even noticed them. They were lacy and thin, the opposite of a diaper. But still sexy. Everything Blossom owned was sexy, in one way or another.

I picked them up and sat down on the edge of my bed. I wondered if that was creepy, holding her underwear like that. But it could have been anything, anything hers, and I would have held it like that.

Still, I was happy that it was her underwear she left behind. Like, these would be a great reminder of what I'd never get to wear again. Her panties, not mine, because I wouldn't have any left.

It felt like a love note. And I loved it.