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This time of year was a busy time for Blossom. The fall semester at school would be wrapping up in less than a month, and there were discussions about who would be staying at the sorority over the summer. Plus how to get more attention in the fall, for new pledges. Plus promotions. Blossom was only three semesters away from graduating, and she had to decide what her commitment to the sorority would look like in her senior year.

Blossom's phone was blowing up all the time. With Amy in therapy, it gave her an excellent opportunity to catch up.

And when Amy finished therapy, it gave her an excellent opportunity to bail out of the ongoing and often-circular discussions. Her car door opened, and Blossom set her phone down like clockwork.

"Hey cupcake, how was therapy?"

"Pretty good, I think."

"Did you talk about me?" Blossom asked.

"We usually talk about you. Not in a bad way, though." After all, Blossom was my girlfriend. My first real relationship in a long time. It took a lot of adjusting.

Blossom and I hit a McDonald's drive through on the way to the beach house. It was dark and cold, but most of the snow had melted. Sunday was the start of daylight savings time, and I knew that the next time we made this drive, it would be light out.

Spring was coming; I could feel it in my heart. It felt full of possibilities.

"Do you know about seasonal depression?" Blossom asked. "I think a few of my sorority sisters have it. I was talking in the sorority Discord while you were in therapy, and I swear half the sisters are plants or bears and just stop existing when it's gloomy out, and then they reemerge once the weather shifts."

"I can see why," I admitted, looking out the window into the vast night sky. "It's cold and dark, and everything feels so insurmountable. It's easy to get discouraged in the winter. Or, that's my opinion."

"I like the challenge," Blossom grinned.

"Of course you do," I laughed, rolling my eyes. Gosh, I loved her.

When we got to the beach house, it wasn't that cold. We still had to turn on the heat, but the house warmed up quickly. Blossom was scrolling through her phone, replying to some sorority thing, and I was thinking of the next Academy Works chapter. I had to get Judith in diapers again. How was Maria going to pull that off?

After a few more minutes of frustration, Blossom put down her phone once again. Didn't everyone know she was busy on the weekends? And there was only so much she could do over the internet. They'd understand.

"What's on your mind, babes?" Blossom asked.

"Academy Works, like always," I said with a mock sigh.

"Anything I can help with?"

"Uh, well... yeah, actually. This is in your wheelhouse."

Blossom gave me a quizzical look and I turned to face her.

"So, Maria is manipulating Judith, right? Making her infatuated and stuff. Using Judith's feelings against her."

"Which Maria put there in the first place," Blossom said, refreshing herself on the topic.

"Yeah. I want this to be a more mature story. I want Maria to use sex as like, a bargaining chip? Judith gets what she wants, and Maria gets what she wants too. Except both of them are technically Maria getting what she wants."

"I like this angle," Blossom said excitedly. "How can I help?"

"Well, I've never seduced anyone," I admitted, as if Blossom didn't already know that. "My flow chart from kissing to sex just has a ton of question marks in the middle. So, if it were you... how would you trick Judith into wearing diapers?"

Blossom's eyes lit up. This was most definitely in her wheelhouse, and she always loved helping Mia Moore with her stories.

"Well, I'm glad you asked! There's a lot of ways you can get from A to B when it comes to AB, but most of them won't work for this specific thing, right? Like there's a bunch of ways to coerce, or force, or blackmail someone into diapers. But you used the word 'trick', because that's what you need Maria to do. Like a magic trick, with a lot of misdirection to hide the truth."

"Yeah, that's what I think too..." Maria didn't want to force Judith; she wanted Judith to want it.

"So, then... how do you trick her into wanting it?" I asked. "I keep trying to imagine what it would be like if I wasn't into ageplay, and you were, and what would it take for me to try it. But that's not enough. Maria has to keep the power in the relationship. It has to be one-sided. It has to be Judith giving up power to Maria."

"So Judith needs to want Maria's approval; she needs to wanna make her happy." Blossom wasn't a writer the way that Amy was, but she sure knew how to make people want to do things for her.

"Pretty much. I think I have all those dominos set up; my problem is knocking them down." From a psychological perspective, Judith was well and truly primed to making Maria happy. And Maria was already in a position of power. My problem was... "How do I do that? Like, seduce Judith, so she wants to do what Maria says?"

"Hmm. Well, when someone is on-guard, you want to get them off-guard first. Make her more vulnerable, or more single-minded? Lower her defenses. Like last weekend, when you weren't feeling very little. I got you there slowly, gradually. Maybe try sub space leading into little space?"

"Oh, like, uh... asking for something small, so you can ask for something bigger. There's a psychology thing about that. Like how websites automatically make accounts for you if you buy something, because you're more likely to shop on that site if you already have an account there."

"An object in motion stays in motion," Blossom said, making it a lot more engineering-focused. "You have to overcome the inertia. Once the ball is rolling, it's easier to keep going than it is to apply the brakes.."

"So Maria should start smaller, and use the momentum..." I nodded along with Blossom. This was making sense to me.

"Sooo... do you want me to get you all setup for writing?" Blossom asked. "Or do you wanna wait until tomorrow?"

"Oh, uh... no, tomorrow is fine. I kind of miss you?" I laughed a little awkwardly. Last weekend didn't go well, and the weekend before that wasn't much better. My visits to the beach house were supposed to be about writing Academy Works, but somewhere along the way that changed. Even though we would text and sometimes get dinner, weekends with Blossom were important to me. And I had been neglecting them.

"I miss you too, cupcake!" In an overly-exuberant fashion that was typical of Blossom, she threw her arms around Amy and cuddled her as tight as she could without getting up off the sofa.

"You've had a rough few weeks and I just hope I've been doing good enough at the girlfriend thing to help be your light in the dark. That's me, Blossom Brixley; the girlfriend who won't give up."

Which was a far departure from "the girl who doesn't chase".

"You have been good to me," I admitted. "And I feel a little guilty... so... whatever you want to do, we can do, okay?" It was a two-pronged approach. One, I felt less guilty letting Blossom get her way. And two, I didn't have to make any decisions or want something for myself. Win-win.

"So I can pick anything to do?" Blossom asked with wide eyes.

I nodded nervously. Maybe it was typecasting her a little bit, but she'd earned her reputation. The idea of giving Blossom free reign over our activities gave me a lot of anxiety. But a part of me wanted that, didn't it? Slutty Amanda, right? But Blossom's answer surprised me.

"I wanna get diapered with you, and I want to watch engineering YouTube videos and eat junk food."

"That... actually sounds great," I smiled.

I knew that I was skipping over my wants when I gave Blossom the lead like that, but my wants were very simple, even if I couldn't say them. I wanted a diaper. It had been weeks since I'd worn one, and I wanted one very badly. Thankfully, Blossom and I were on the same wavelength.

Diaper changes were becoming more and more routine. Even after three weeks without them, it felt like I'd diapered Blossom only a few days ago. And when she changed me, I didn't even have to hold my breath or close my eyes when she stripped off my panties.

But one thing in particular didn't have the feeling of routine: the diaper itself. It felt like I hadn't worn one in a hundred years. I forgot how soft it was. The way the rustling plastic brought heat to my cheeks. The force against the inside of my thighs. I squeezed them together around the thick padding and let out an audible exhale.

Oh. My. God.

"Right?" Blossom laughed. "Me too." Amy hadn't said anything for Blossom to agree with, but the deep sigh was telling enough. They both really missed that feeling. They both needed this.

Blossom eventually grabbed me by the hands and stood me upright, then we headed back downstairs. We didn't change our clothes, so I wore nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, like a chubby little baby. Blossom wore nothing but a crop top and a diaper, like a supermodel on Twitter.

"So I really think that my YouTubes might bore you," Blossom said nervously, "but I'm gonna put them on anyway. You gotta promise me that if you get bored, you'll tell me, alright?"

Blossom didn't spend a lot of time watching content for content's sake, but she loved to get a bit stoned and learn things from hyper-focused super-specialists on YouTube. Like how the popcorn button worked on the microwave. She flopped down on the sofa and crinkled delightfully.

"You got it," I promised.

I thought I'd get bored of Blossom's videos pretty quickly, but most of them were endlessly fascinating. They talked about how stuff worked, stuff that I had never once in my life thought about. Things I had taken for granted. The sheer technical engineering that went into it was staggering, and suddenly writing didn't seem like a very impressive skill. Not when someone could design stuff like that.

Blossom and I had enough junk food in the beach house that we didn't need to waste money getting something sent to us, which was great, because the beach house was in a remote area and delivery fees were always outrageous. Blossom filled my baby bottle for me with sodapop, and I didn't even protest. Little space was shallow and gentle, like I was standing in a kiddy pool. It was a pleasant headspace.

Blossom had her pacifier on a clip on her top, but she was fiddling with it in her hands instead of gnawing on it, which was a surefire sign that she was feeling a little goofier than usual. It was like a light degree of littleness. After a while, she asked:

"Do you wanna pick something to watch? We've been doing my stuff all night and I feel kinda guilty~"

"I'm actually having a really good time," I smiled. "You just keep doing you, and I'll just keep being me."

"Sounds great," Blossom said, and put on another video. But before they got past the introduction, Blossom added:

"I wish more people could experience this kind of happiness." Blossom wasn't high, but she was happy and super relaxed, so her words came out kind of dreamily nonetheless. "Do you think there's at least one other couple out there right now, sitting together, diapered, watching silly Youtube videos at 10:51PM on a Friday night?"

"Based on what I've seen online, I guarantee it," I laughed.

"So we aren't so special, hm?" Blossom put on a fake pout, which quickly faded. "But that's okay! I'd rather share this feeling."

"Special is overrated," I smiled, sinking a little further into Blossom's arms and putting the baby bottle to my lips.

For the rest of the night, Blossom and I cuddled on the couch in just our tops and our diapers and watched a lot of videos about how things work. It was wholly uneventful, wholly uninteresting. It was the kind of thing that, if I were writing a story, I would skip over.

But it was just what I needed.