Sunday, October 23rd

35.)

When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. The TV was glowing, but nothing was on. I rubbed my eyes under my glasses, which were askew on my nose, and looked around. I had a pillow now. When did I get that? And where Blossom was sitting, one cushion next to me, was her head. Her feet were resting on the arm rest on the far side of the sofa, and I could tell in the darkness that she was asleep.

I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her, and fumbled around for my phone to check the time.

4:15am.

So I slept... what, seven hours? That was like a record for me. I don't know why, but when I stood up I checked my jeans. In a story, falling asleep on the couch with your friend during a sleepover was the most cliche moment to wet the bed. But my jeans were dry.

I tiptoed quietly to the kitchen - which was much too close to the living room for my comfort - and quietly poured myself a glass of water. I remembered the pie dough in the fridge; four in the morning was a great time to make pie. But it would wake up Blossom, no doubt. So I decided to go upstairs and try to write.

Once I was in the guest bedroom, I paused. My computer was still sitting on the nightstand, but the closet door was open. The chest of diapers was right there.

I thought we would try them on or something when we got home, but I think we were both too embarrassed. It was weird thinking of Blossom as embarrassed, but I couldn't think of another reason. Maybe she didn't want to wear them that often? But they were new! How was that not exciting?

I went over to the chest and looked at the dial lock. What did she say it was again?

31413?

I should have made a mnemonic. We should have set it to 01508 or some other Academy Works reference. I knew 314 was right, so I just had to mess with the last two dials.

31415. Thankfully, it only took me a second to guess it. I took the lock off and opened the chest. Pink diapers in one stack, black in the other. The chest fit them perfectly; it could probably hold another two packs at least. I grabbed the pink diaper I was playing with earlier and went back to the bed.

I wanted to try it on, but I also wanted to wait for Blossom. She paid for it. She bought the trunk. It was her house, and she kept inviting me over. No, I couldn't in good conscience...

I unfolded the diaper all the same, knowing full well I couldn't wear it. It was big. Like, really big. And thick. And cute...

Okay, a healthy middle ground. I laid the diaper out on the bed and stripped off my pants, but left on my underwear. I sat down on the diaper and tried to get it in the right spot. I kept lifting my butt, pulling the diaper up, and starting over again. I was so used to Attends, and the cut on the Megamax was vastly different. Finally, after a lot of trial and error, I felt like I had done it right.

It was big. Gosh, it was big. Not just thick, but it came up past my belly button and a ways up my back. I pulled the front taut, covering my panties, like I was going to tape it in place. I laid there for a minute, thighs spread apart by the thickness of the diaper, and tried to close my legs. It was a wholly different experience. There was no way I could forget I was wearing something this padded, not even if I was sitting down! My head swam with warm ideas.

For the next ten or so minutes, I just laid there. I squeezed my thighs together and shuffled in place, making the diaper crinkle. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a nursery, with big crib bars all around me. Kind, condescending words spoken down at me. Such a little girl. A cute little baby. But those words were in Blossom's voice. I didn't mean for that to happen, but her voice was the one I had heard most recently. She was also the only person that teased me like that.

I sat up, blushing, and got off the bed. I did my best to fold the diaper back up exactly the way it was, and I think I did a pretty good job. It wasn't quite as flat, but it was pretty close. Then I locked the trunk, put my jeans back on, and got in bed.

I opened my laptop, but I didn't write any Academy Works. For a while, I just sat there in a haze, lost in the memory of that thick diaper between my thighs. The sounds it made when I moved. I wanted to know what it looked like in the mirror, but I would have had to tape it on first.

People talk about love at first sight, like you see someone and you just know you're destined to be with them. Like you can know everything about a person, everything about compatibility, from just a single glance. Then you go home and you daydream about them, and you fantasize about a life together. They consume you.

I don't really believe in that. I think you need to know who someone is before you can be in love with them. I think you need to go through prosperity and hardship together. I think you need to see someone from all sides, from all angles, through all lenses, to know for sure.

Then again, I fell in love with those diapers at first touch. So what do I know?