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As it turned out, there was a medical store only an hour away. They had Molicares and Abenas on their website, but I steered Blossom to Northshore.

"Megamaxes are a big trend right now," I told her, scrolling through one of the pages. "I'm not sure what makes them better or worse than anything else, but they do have different colors. See?"

"They come in different colors? That's amazing! The pink ones look really cute but those black ones are like… you know my Dad told me, 'Blossom, never wear black unless you want someone to see it' and he was totally right. Picture one of those black ones, with a cute bra, maybe a garter, some fishnets? Phew!" Blossom was waving her hand to fan herself as she gushed about that.

"Hm... I'm more into the pink, I think." I was beginning to realize that Blossom and I weren't exactly the same when it came to diaper stuff. I liked more about what the diaper represented: helplessness, a loss of control. For me, diapers were a story element. They helped weave together the narrative that turned me on. To Blossom, well... she just thought diapers were sexy. It didn't matter why someone was wearing it or what it meant. To her it was an equation: anything+diaper = sexier.

"So the pink for you, the black for me?" Blossom smiled a little to herself. The notion of forcing one another into the other type of diaper had its own appeal, too, but that wasn't something she planned to say out loud.

"Yeah, I guess so, but these sizes are... uh..."

Not what I expected. I wore a Regular Attends, which I thought was like a Medium. But the Medium Megamaxes only went up to 44".

"We might have to take measurements or something. I had hoped this stuff would be standardized."

"You know, I just kind of imagined that all diapers fit no matter what, but that's obviously not realistic. Reality can be messy that way, huh?"

She got up from the sofa and padded over to the kitchen, opening one drawer after another, and looking for a measuring tape.

I went to check the sizing on my Attends while Blossom was busy. It said Regulars were 44-56". Megamax Larges were 42-54". That made no sense at all. How could a size larger be two inches smaller? This was why I hated shopping online!

When Blossom came back from the kitchen with a pink measuring tape in hand, Amanda was looking a little bit forlorn. Maybe pouty was a better word.

"Sizing weirdness, huh? Trust me when I tell you, I know that pain like the back of my ass. Most clothes are made for tall girls, and then you add tall and busty with thick thighs? The inconsistencies could drive a girl crazy."

"We should bring back personal tailors..." I sighed. Blossom handed me the tape measure and I stood up with a crinkle. Wearing a diaper around Blossom was becoming quite ordinary, though maybe it had something to do with her wearing one as well.

"Okay, arms out." I knew how to measure myself well enough. With the modern push to online shopping, I had to take measurements before I bought anything, just to be sure. I wrapped the fabric around Blossom's hips - definitely bigger than her waist - careful not to touch her. This close, her diaper peeking out over her jeans...

"36 inches." Actually, not as small as I thought. Her butt really added a lot. "Though without a diaper, that's probably like 35."

I didn't wait for Blossom to measure me. I pulled the fabric around me like a belt, resting on my hips, and took a measurement. Then I did my stomach, just in case. They were close, but my hips were bigger.

"48, minus one, 47."

We went back to the chart to consult.

There was a lot that was different between the two of them. Height. Size. Lifestyle. Fashion. Background. Upbringing. Outlook on life. But the fact they were both in diapers was a kind of unifying thing, a commonality, and Blossom was pretty proud of herself because getting Amanda to lower her guard was definitely not easy.

"So you're a Medium, but I'm a Large. At least for this brand." I clicked the size drop-downs and added a Medium Black and a Large Pink to the cart. Picking them up tomorrow would be a test of my anxiety, but Blossom said she would get them herself. I checked "pay at store". That wasn't so hard.

"So tomorrow, we'll head out early, hit a bougie place on the way and get a steamer trunk and a lock, get some baby powder and stuff, and then pick up our haul. That's so exciting! Like, super duper nerve-wracking too, but exciting."

And that was the first time Blossom actually admitted to any of this making her nervous, which was a rather humanizing bit of vulnerability.

"It'll be nice to try a real diaper," I said with a blush. "I bet it'll make my writing better. I mostly just make it up, or I go off stuff I've seen in other stories."

"So what you're saying is that I'm contributing to the betterment of Academy Works?" Blossom grinned, and then did a little fist pump of triumph.

I rolled my eyes, but she wasn't wrong.

For the rest of the night, we didn't talk much about baby stuff. Actually, the whole "getting caught by your friend wearing a diaper" trope really took a lot out of me. That night, I knew the both of us went to bed wearing our diapers. She would probably stay in it for as long as she could. I just knew they helped me sleep. But in the middle of the night, I had to pee.

I had wet myself before, but it was weird knowing I wasn't at home. How was I supposed to discreetly get rid of a used diaper? So I finally got up and changed in the bathroom. After that, I couldn't fall back to sleep.