Saturday, February 18th

189.)

Blossom dreamed well that night. She dreamed about winning awards in engineering and marrying Amanda Pearson. Midway through the dream, the world morphed and shifted the way it often did in dreams, and the world space became one where everybody wore diapers. Then just girls. Then just girls until twenty-two years old. Her and Amy were facing down their final year in diapers, their final year before they were expected to make this large life change. And all of a sudden, Blossom didn't feel like herself in the dream; she felt like that gawky, geeky, troubled middle schooler with braces and plaits that nobody liked.

But Dream Amy still loved Dream Blossom. Dream Amy celebrated her, even when she was awkward and shy and stammered about how she still needed her diapers. Dream Amy told Dream Blossom that maybe she could just keep her diapers, maybe as a secret. The idea of Amy keeping her secrets made Blossom feel elated. Even in the realm of unconsciousness it was nice to know that the girl she was very much in love with had her back.

It wasn't an alarm that woke Blossom up from her sleep, and it wasn't obligation, and it wasn't any sense of requirement or desire. It was the sun; little beams soft and warm, across her lips and face.

Consciousness came like the tide, in gradual waves that brought her closer and closer to shore, until she washed up on the beach of awakeness with a picture-perfect yawn. She reached with her hands to see if Amy was still in bed with her.

Blossom came downstairs only half an hour after I did. I had brushed my hair and tried to look presentable, or as presentable as I could in pajamas. I always felt awkward in the mornings hanging out in bed with a sleeping girl, and I was trying not to play on my phone too much. Especially when there was writing to be done.

Unfortunately, writing wasn't going the way I had planned. I had some really great paragraphs, a few frustrations on Maria's part. Consequences of the last chapter. But then I was stuck. Maria had to get Judith's attention, to be more attractive. But none of my usual ideas made much sense.

"Morning," I said, when I saw Blossom, which was probably the first sign that writing was not going well. When it was going well, she couldn't get my attention, even if the house was on fire.

"Writing going that good, huh baby girl?" Blossom asked.

With her hair up in a messy bun and her clothing only an oversized sweater and panties, Blossom looked every bit the bohemian icon that she aspired to be. Between her question and her pause for the response, she began to brush her teeth in the kitchen sink. While doing so, she pondered that maybe there was an undiscovered link between toothpaste and breast growth; because Blossom compulsively brushed her teeth several times per day and her boobs were pretty big. And of course, correlation always equals causation.

"Yeah, I dunno..." I sulked and leaned back on the couch. "I need to make Maria more appealing to Judith."

"Use a marker?" Blossom suggested. "They can do that, right?"

"Sure, but it seems kind of boring to just use a magic wand to solve all Maria's problems. And kind of boring to write, too." I knew firsthand, because that was what I'd been doing for the past half hour. "I was thinking of giving her a fetish or something..."

"Judith?"

"Mmhmm."

"And diapers are a bit too on the nose?" Blossom asked.

"Yeah, well. I think it defeats the purpose of the regression stuff in the first place. Maria doesn't want Judith to like what is happening to her; she wants her to do what Maria says despite not liking it. It's like, how can you prove you're obedient if what you're told to do and what you want to do are the same thing? Are you doing it for you, or doing it for the Academy?"

"What about something tangential then? Like watersports? Or British Nanny Fetish? Or medfet? Medfet has a lot of crossover, and to be honest I used to think that Mia Moore had to have something of a medical play fetish because of how sexy you wrote Bala and her workplace and all that."

"Oh yeah, Bala was a nurse..." How had that detail slipped my mind?

"And didn't you say Maria was a nurse in the last chapter?" Blossom asked.

I did. I did say that. Maria didn't really dress or act like a nurse, but maybe because that wasn't necessary. What if Judith got sick or something? But that brought up a new problem.

"I don't actually know a lot about medical fetishes..." I admitted.

"I know a little bit," Blossom shrugged. "It's honestly a pretty hot fetish if you ask me."

"I mean, if it has diapers..." That could be a good inroad to finally getting Judith diapered. We were on chapter five, and I didn't want to wait the whole story to have it happen. But Judith and Maria only met about a week ago. Was that too soon? I could time skip a little bit...

"So, let's say Maria gives Judith a nurse fetish," I said hypothetically. "What does that look like? Would Maria wear a slutty Halloween nurse outfit? Does she like, take her temperature?" I was out of my element with this one. Thankfully, Blossom was the Avatar of kinks.

"Hmm, no, I think you want to keep it grounded," Blossom suggested. "Cute scrubs, like Bala's. Medical paraphernalia, accessories. Ageplayers have binkies, but med fetishists have things like stethoscopes, probes, enemas, that kind of thing. Even like… tongue depressors, those look-in-your-ear things, speculums, et cetera. But also terminology. Instead of saying 'mommy' or 'caregiver', refer to her as a 'patient'. But 'Mommy knows best' can still work with a nurse."

I nodded along with Blossom's monologue. The way she phrased it, it made so much sense. I couldn't ever imagine finding a stethoscope sexy, but it was like how I found diapers sexy. I could link the two, like Blossom said. "I'm your nurse" versus "I'm your Mommy", they weren't that different.

"Thanks," I said. "I'll give it a shot."

Blossom grinned happily.

"I'm going to get dressed and get us breakfast from somewhere while you write. Do you need anything else from the store?"

"Mm, no I should be good."

If Blossom was going to a real store, she would have to go into a city; the best we had around the beach house were little corner markets. So I had a lot of time before she got back, before she cooked us breakfast, and before she forced me away from my laptop to eat something.

I used that time to write Maria giving Judith her new kink. She did it in a way that I thought was fun, and I got to give some more background on Maria as a character. Then I did a time-skip.

Usually I don't like writing time-skips. Characters change so dynamically as I write them, so skipping forward feels like I'm interfering with their growth. Or, what if I forget to say something important? Or, what if they change too much? It's that "show and don't tell" principle of writing.

But sometimes time-skips are necessary. Not everything important can happen in a week. And this story in particular couldn't happen in a week. It would probably take place over an entire year, or maybe even longer. If I didn't start skipping ahead, I'd never finish it.

Once I had given enough time for Judith to fawn over Maria's new nurse aesthetic, I had Judith get sick. More accurately, Maria made her sick. I thought it was a clever trick, and the Academy was so scientifically dubious that I didn't have to do a ton of research on medications.

But that's when the trouble started. Once Maria started to act like a real nurse, my writing felt flat and unflattering. I tried calling on the feelings I had when I was sick and Blossom took care of me, but the translation between medical and baby wasn't quite as simple as I'd hoped.

When Blossom finally took my laptop from me, it was a relief. I was feeling frustrated.

"Hey cupcake, sorry that it took me so long. I guess it's more of a brunch time now than a breakfast time, so I got crepes from this cute place on the way home."

Blossom had adapted to Amy's peculiarities. It was like sending an instant message out into the void, and not always waiting for a reply. One of those adaptations was making sure to catch Amy up on what she'd missed once Blossom got her attention.

And a lot had happened. Blossom had gotten dressed, she'd gone to the store, she'd brought some groceries for the kitchen to restock, she'd stopped to get crepes for brunch, and then she'd even set up a place on the dining table to eat.

"It's fine," I sulked, getting up from the couch for the first time in hours. That was when I realized how hungry I was, and crepes sounded great.

Usually, Blossom would have a comment, or at least a thought, about Amy and her diaper. But no diapers meant no fun comments or lewd thoughts; it actually caught Blossom a little off guard. She laid out the foam containers on the table.

"These are crêpe suzettes. These ones are stuffed with avocado and bacon and potato, and these are lemon and ricotta with kiwi and strawberry syrup." Blossom paused to consider if she should offer to dish up Amy's for her, but it didn't seem to be the right vibe.

We both sat at the table, and I tried not to focus on my struggles with Academy M. At least the crêpes were good. Like, really good. They were a much needed respite.

"So how's writing?" Blossom finally asked, after Amy seemed to cheer up a bit.

"Uhh, well. I think it's going well. Or, it was."

"Oh, tense change - what happened? You know, at least as far as you can tell me?"

That was probably the biggest issue with having a fangirl who was also your girlfriend; how much could be shared in the name of assistance, without spoiling it?

"Usually I write stuff that makes sense to me, but this med kink thing is kind of abstract. I am basically doing a find and replace with medical terms instead of baby terms, so it feels forced." I took another bite of my crêpe to cheer me up. It worked.

"Hmm, maybe we could do a medfet play scene? That could help you with feeling authentic about it? Or if that's too sexual for you - and it's totes chill if it is - I could find you some stories?"

"Uh..." The story idea was probably a better one. I mean, I would sometimes read ageplay stories online for inspiration and that worked. But the idea of reading some kink story about something I wasn't really into didn't give me a lot of hope. But what would a medical scene look like with Blossom? She said sexual. Was it usually sexual? I guess it was a kink... but so was ageplay...

"What exactly would a roleplay entail?" I asked.

"Well, I could be your nurse, and we'd do a patient/nurse scene. Or you could be the nurse, and I could coach you Bluey-style. It wouldn't be the best example of medplay, but it could be better than the zero experience you currently have."

"Hm... I guess all I need is a general vibe, right? And other roleplays we've done have helped me write other chapters, so there's precedence." I was talking more to myself than to Blossom, thinking it through. I didn't have to like it; I just needed to understand why someone else might.

Blossom grinned brightly. Other roleplays had helped with the creation of Academy Works, and she was so pleased with herself.

"So do you wanna?" Blossom asked.

"I guess it's worth a try..." The worst thing that could happen was that we wasted an afternoon. And I didn't have the heart to go back to writing at the moment, not until I had some inspiration.

"Alright, so do you wanna play the patient, or the nurse?" The conversation timed remarkably well with finishing food!

I hadn't thought of that. I was writing the story from Maria's point of view, so it made more sense to try playing the nurse. But the nurse was going to be the one to lead the scene and I had no idea what that meant. In the end, I decided to go with the one that gave me less anxiety.

"Patient, I think?"

"Okay, and if you want to switch midway through you just let me know, okay babes?"

Blossom didn't have anything especially nursey to wear - not here, anyway - but she was hopeful that her demeanor could do a lot of the heavy lifting.

"Go lay on your bed upstairs. I'll be in there in a moment and I'll be in character."

I insisted on helping Blossom clean up before I went upstairs, which gave me some time to mull over my character. Why was I even going to the doctor's? Or, the hospital? Did nurses work at doctors' offices? And was there a specific illness that was kinkier than the others? I was well in over my head.