8.) New Relationship Energy

I waddled around school shyly, adjusting to the new diapers beneath my pink party dress. In less than two weeks, I had gone from an uninteresting bookworm to the talk of the school. Nothing I wore even held even a semblance of adulthood anymore. I never even noticed, not until someone pointed it out. "Wow, Pip, you look cute today. Like my sister." But I knew Ellie's sister was only eight years old. I would vow when I got home to change into some normal clothes, but I always seemed to forget. I sat down in my Macro Systems class smelling of fresh baby powder and shyly opening up my notebook. Thoughts of that morning, with Mommy, flooded my head as I flooded my new diaper.

"Wow, you can't even walk without waddling, huh?" So Meg knew; It was hard to forget when your best friend lifts her dress and shows you the diaper she's not voluntarily wearing. And to her credit, she took it pretty well - although her comments about all the things she now noticed with context probably weren't the most helpful things in the world. "So is this an all-the-time thing now? Like some Fifty Shades of Grey bondage thing? Like a collar, but like, it's diapers?" The other problem with Meg was that she wasn't ashamed of anything, ergo, she discussed this openly. Like, in class, for example, with people in ear shot.

My cheeks burned as my eyes darted around the class. Had anyone heard her? I shoved Meg and she struggled to maintain balance in her chair. "Keep it down, you ass!" I had never read Fifty Shades, but I was pretty sure there were no vampires in it.

"I don't know why you're so bashful about it; you sure had no problem showing me." Which was kind of a bitchy thing to say, because Pippy had shown her friend out of trust. "Anyway, you didn't answer my questions."

"I don't understand the question," I said quietly, under my breath. "Do you mean like... I wear them because I want to show commitment to her? I guess, sort of..." But at the same time, not at all. I needed them now. Bailey had taken so much of my maturity that I no longer had a choice. That thought made me warm. It made my diaper warm too. I smiled to myself.

"I mean, that's pretty sexy, right?" Not the diapers; those were weird as fuck. "I mean like, wearing something for someone, always being reminded of them, especially if it's something you would never ordinarily do. I mean, that's hot."

"Yeah, when you put it that way." The way Meg explained it, it sure seemed sexy. But in reality, pissing yourself whenever you fantasized about your vampire girlfriend was a lot less sexy. I mean, to anyone but me. I thought about tonight, about how wet I would be by the time she came over...

"See? Silver lining. Or... white, I guess, in your case?" Meg laughed, she fancied herself funny. She was a good friend, one way or another. "Wanna go get lunch between classes today? There's that cute sushi place across campus, but I know that always gives you stomach troubles. We could do sandwiches, maybe?" Here they were, the two of them, in class together. Pippy's entire life direction and focus had been altered beyond recovery, but lunch was still a valid topic of discussion.

We had sushi, because I never had the luxury of stuff like that. In my afternoon class, I started to wonder if I would leak. By dinner, I was sure I would. I could hardly walk straight anymore with the way the diaper filled out and sagged between my legs. Alone in my room, I lifted my dress to look in the mirror. It was at least twice as big as when Mommy put it on that morning... wasn't it? I went to the closet to see if she brought me new dresses. There was no way I could afford this stuff on my own; I’d missed two shifts at the coffee house already.

There were new dresses - two of them, both with the same shade of pastel rose as the primary color. One of them was more practical to wear during the day, although the scalloped details made it look abundantly childish to the nth degree. The other was less childish, but had a much much shorter skirt, so short it would never hide my diapers. It was a choice: childish and discrete, or less childish and more overt?

I pouted at the new dresses and took them both out of the closet. If I missed another shift at the coffee house they would fire me. I didn't mind. I shouldn't have to work. I was Mommy's princess! But bills and stuff. I pouted and sat on the edge of my bed, squishing when I did. I had to have leaked all over the sheets, right? But when I stood up, they weren't wet. Ugh, where was Mommy?!

"So when are you leaving?" Meg called out from the living room. "The note that your girlfriend left said to meet her at nine at the club; shouldn't you be getting ready or something? Do you need something to wear?" The note that Meg had read, then put on the kitchen counter expecting her best friend to find with no prior mention.

"What are you talking about?"

"There's a note. See?"

She held up a piece of paper and I waddled out to grab it. 9, at the club. I checked my phone. 8:15. Ugh! "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?!"

"You didn't ask," Meg said as I slammed my door shut. I had to get changed, and not the sort of “changed” that I wanted.

Meg didn't point out how wet her best friend smelled; maybe she was being a good friend about it, or maybe she'd just subtly come to expect that scent of her. She sure did notice the childish dress she chose to wear though; it wasn't just immature or juvenile, it looked like it was something some doting parent would have a toddler wear to a fancy church event. Ironic, given how unholy the love her best friend was engaged in. You know, ‘cause gay. "Are you sure you don't need a ride?"

"I, um... I can take a bus or... or something..." I shifted side to side in my dress, obviously embarrassed. I had never worn something like this before, never in my entire life. And if this diaper leaked, it would show. I was so scared to even sit down... "But if you wanted to drive, I guess that would be fine..."

"Sure thing." Meg grinned. "You might have to sit in the back seat though; I'm not sure girls your age are allowed up front." Ah yes, jokes. Typically that would have evoked a venomous sass from Pippy, but that was before. Before she wore diapers full time. Before she wore dresses like that. Before she'd become Bailey’s.

My cheeks took on color and I nodded my head shyly. "Y-yes ma'am," I said on instinct. Meg rolled her eyes and led me down the stairs to our cars. I looked at mine first; tiny and blue. Two days ago I realized I couldn't drive anymore. I sat there in the driver's seat, but I just... I couldn't figure out what to do. Meg had been driving me around ever since.

Yes ma'am. Oh lordy. Meg actually ran with it and opened the back seat of her car, nodding with all seriousness at her best friend to get in. And then as icing on the cake, she leaned in and buckled her seatbelt, too. This was weird, yeah, but Pippy seemed a lot happier since meeting her kinky as fuck girlfriend cougar woman, so Meg wasn't going to rock the boat.

I kicked my feet in the back seat and looked down at my shoes. White and new. Another gift from Mommy. This wasn't club attire. Everyone was gonna stare. They were gonna notice me. Ugh, I was already so embarrassed... "Meg... um. Thanks for... being so great about everything the past few weeks. I just... I know a lot is going on..."

"Yeah I get it.” What an understatement. “This is all new to you, dating a girl, and an older woman at that, one with some pretty quirky tastes too. You just wanna please her, right? You want her to like you? Yeah, tale as old as time. I wouldn't be your best friend if I didn't get that simple thing, Pippy." Meg looked at her through the rear view mirror. "It's called NRE, you're deep in, enjoy it while you have it, and don’t let anyone shame you for it."

New Relationship Energy, Meg called it. Was thralldom NRE all the time? Would it ever fade? I wondered about Mommy's other thralls... did they ever stop thinking about her? I shuffled out of the car in front of the club and waved at my best friend. "Thanks for the ride. I'll be home later." Ugh, why did I have to wear this stupid dress...

The music that used to annoy Pippy was more-or-less the choir to her salvation these days - the heady bass thumps and chiastic lyrics posing as poetry had a way of worming their way into her brain and getting under her skin. Music and a Mint Julep and giving her living soul over to a creature of the night more beautiful than anybody had ever seemed to be. She was complimented on her dress, flirted with, even asked to dance, but she wouldn't leave the bar until her owner showed up.

A couple people commented on my clothes. A few others gave me weird looks. It wasn't club attire. It wasn't appropriate for this place. I drew a lot of attention, and every time someone looked over I shied further into my seat. I finished the whole drink before Bailey even showed up. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be dressed like this...

"The most colorful of diamonds in the darkest of roughs, I sure couldn't miss you in a crowd, my little doll." I kissed her - on the hand, chivalrous-like, and smiled knowingly at the look of need she had in her eyes.

"I hate this dress," I said flatly, almost annoyed. But just seeing her brought a warmth to my skin. I felt the soggy pink diaper start to grow warm. I had no control around her. She sapped it out of me. "I don't want to stay here tonight. I want to go somewhere else."

"And I want to dance with my favorite thrall." Favorite. Not only. I gave her the compliment, and drowned her in her own security. We both had games to play, and I loved to watch her squirm.

Favorite... I looked away shyly and a smile spread across my lips. Favorite. "Ten minutes. But I really don't want to stay." Concession was everything. Ten minutes turned into two hours. Dancing. Sweating. Wetting. I hadn't changed since early this morning - the rule was that Mommy was the only one that could change me anymore - so when I felt the dripping down my thighs, I shouldn't have been surprised. I froze on the dance floor, looking down at my feet where my socks started to yellow. Oh no....

"People don't matter. I matter. What they think doesn't matter. I matter." She was leaking, dripping down her legs, soaking her socks. Her eyes tried to escape mine, but I wouldn't let them, I wouldn't allow her to look away. I looked at her, through her, deep into her, and I forced her to be enveloped by me. "I think you're beautiful when you're so devoted."

"I'm not..." I tried to look away but she took me by the chin. She looked me dead in the eye and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. By the time she pulled away, my eyes were glossy and my head was filled with fog. So we danced. We danced and before the hour was up my socks were soaked and my dress had a visible wet patch on the front from where Mommy would push her body against mine.

"You're my favorite for a reason,” I whispered in her ear. And she was my favorite, but the reason wasn't what she thought - she was my favorite was because she made every victory feel all the more sweet with her fragments of resistance. I was a very old vampire; I shouldn't have been so enamored by her attitude, but I was. She was delicious. And seeing her surrender even just for a moment, was sweeter than any feeding could have been.