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Blossom put on Stranger Things, which was just about at the top end of what I could handle in the scope of "scary". I remembered watching season one with my mom a few years ago, but I never went back to it. I liked the parallel storytelling with the D&D game and the deadly monster.

"I think if I could pick a decade to be able to live in, it would be the 80's," Blossom said, halfway through the episode. She only babbled during scene transitions, when there wasn't dialogue on the show. "The music was so cool, and the fashion was cringe but nobody realized it was cringe. And all those coming of age films set in the 80s make me think that I'd have had a good time in a school back then."

"I dunno," I said. "There was a lot more slut shaming back then. You probably would have quite the reputation."

"I have quite the reputation now," Blossom laughed.

She wasn't wrong.

"Yeah, you'd be fine," I told her. "Cheerleaders always have it good in those 80s movies, unless it's a horror movie."

"Oh yeah, if it was a horror movie I'd either be the first one to die or the only one to survive. And I'd probably have a super obnoxious scream too, and maybe they'd have one of those open-and-close-the-mirror takes with the killer behind me? You know, I don't even open mirror cabinets if I'm home alone because of those movies."

Blossom had some quirks, but she was also entirely open about them.

"Yeah, I don't think I'd be much better off," I said. "The quirky weirdo has a high mortality rate too. You'd probably all discover my diaper fetish or something and make fun of me, so I'd run out of the cabin crying. And wouldn't-ya-know-it? The killer was just waiting to get someone alone."

"And some hot jock would come looking for you," Blossom said.

"And find my body. And the slutty cheerleader - i.e., you - would think it's all a dumb joke or something."

"You really know your horror movies."

"I only watch them because my mom likes them," I said. I was slouching down on the sofa in my usual spot, with my feet on the chaise. Every so often I would squeeze my legs together just a little.

"It could be like Final Destination, where you're the only one to survive because you're the only one who rebels against the mainstream so you notice all the little machinations of death and stuff. And of course I'd probably be the snarky bitch who argues with you for trying to stop everyone getting on the plane and so we both get kicked off."

"I still hate flying because of that movie," I shuddered. "I went to visit my aunt in Florida once and I had to get a prescription for anxiety meds just to get me on the plane."

"Do you usually take those?" Blossom asked. If she was trying to pry, she sure hid it well.

"Not really..." I shrugged. "I used to in high school, but they made me feel nauseous and I couldn't focus on anything. I'd rather be anxious than nauseous."

"Oh, that is a big mood. Motion sickness meds make me super nauseous so when I'd go out on boat parties and stuff I'd have to just stay really high the entire time or else I'd be sick either way. In a world where we can make medicines that help a person accept someone else's heart in their body, you'd think we could do better on the basics."

Blossom was incredibly thoughtful when she wanted to be, she just didn't like people knowing too much.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." I watched another few minutes of Stranger Things episode one before I made another comment. "I've never been high before. I've been drunk?"

"Drunk and high are pretty different," Blossom said, "and both are pretty great for different reasons. I'd love to get high with you. I bet you're a giggler, cupcake. In fact, I would bet money on it."

"Maybe..." I think I took the 'say no to drugs' spiels a little too seriously when I was in middle school. One hit of the mary jane and I'll end up hooked on crack and selling my body to pay off my dealer or something. I didn't really have those opinions anymore, but the lingering 'what if' permeated my actions.

"What do you act like when you're high?" I asked, paying more attention to Blossom than to the TV show. I'd seen season one anyway, even if I didn't remember a lot of it.

"It depends on the strain, but mostly I get all quiet and thoughtful and then my brain will connect two things together that mean nothing and I'll gush about it for what feels like hours. Like how red and bread rhyme, and they also rhyme in German. Silly stuff. I'd say I get silly?"

"Hm. Sounds interesting." Maybe I wouldn't do drugs with Blossom, but if she wanted to do some with me around I didn't see a problem with that. I envied her flippancy a little bit; I wished I had lower inhibitions.

We finished two episodes of Stranger Things before midnight, but Blossom looked like she was falling asleep. I wasn't that tired, but a big part of me wanted to strip off my pajamas and cuddle up in my diaper. I paused the show before episode three started.

"Bedtime?" I asked.

"Mmm, I think bedtime. It would be a shame if someone wanted me to wear one of those diapers to bed though. I'm sure I'd sleep like a baby if that happened, I don't know~"

She twirled her hair in her fingertips like a little bimbo and laughed.

"I mean, you can wear one...?" I was honestly a little surprised she hadn't suggested it earlier. I was basically foaming at the mouth to try one on ever since I walked in the door!

"I know! And I probably will. I just knew it was your first time wearing them and I didn't wanna take the focus off you and make it about me. This has been your moment tonight, and I wanted to give you that."

"I don't think that's true," I said. "I mean, we're both into it, we bought them together, and you have your own pack. I don't know why this would be any more my moment than yours."

"Well, I don't know!" Blossom puffed out her cheeks, almost sheepishly - a new look for her, or one she kept well hidden. "It just seemed like a cute gesture!"

"Um... well thank you. But honestly, I think I'd be less nervous about it if you were wearing one too. I mean, I didn't want to like... make you feel pressured... or..."

I paused. You know, it really was a weird experience having a friend into ageplay. I didn't know what was allowed and what wasn't. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, and I didn't want to put myself in an uncomfortable situation. It was a lot like flirting, actually. You want to ask someone out, but you don't want them to know how badly you want them to say yes.

"Oh! Please pressure me. Like, I'm pretty oblivious a lot of the time because a lot of my life is going through motions and following roles and expectations and I can totally be oblivious without even realizing it. So if you wanna remind me of stuff like this, please do!"

Blossom actually sounded pretty sincere about this which was hard for her. She sucked at vulnerability.

"Okay..." I probably wouldn't have put a diaper on at all tonight had Blossom not recommended it. I kind of understood where she was coming from. We were both such subs.

"Well, given that revelation, I think you should absolutely go change." I smiled to prove my sincerity.

"Well if that's your official recommendation, who am I to say no to Mia Moore?"

Blossom stood up and winked, making a little kissy face at Amanda before she set off to fetch her booty from the trunk of pirate treasure.

I followed Blossom upstairs a minute or so later. I had forgotten in the short time watching TV what it felt like walking around in a Megamax. It pushed my thighs apart just enough that it made each step feel a little uneasy, a little uncertain. I felt almost like a toddler practicing her steps. I wanted to curl up in bed so desperately.

When I got upstairs, the bedroom door was shut. Blossom's bedroom was on the first floor, and I thought she'd just take the diaper and change in there. It seemed I was wrong. I stepped into the bathroom across the hall. There was a black garbage bag hanging from a towel hook. Blossom must have put it in there while I was changing earlier.

I filled the cup by the sink with water and took a sip, looking at myself in the mirror. I lifted my shirt just a little, just enough to see the pink plastic of the diaper. I finished the cup of water and lifted my hands above my head, trying to make my shirt ride up high enough. It didn't work. I needed shorter shirts.

The door creaked open and, when she was sure she had Amanda's attention, Blossom did a little jumping jack and struck a pose. She was in just her bra and the black diaper, which showed off a few things about her. Firstly, Blossom was still incredibly fit and toned. Secondly, Blossom's boobs were even bigger when only clad in a bra. And thirdly, Blossom looked really good in a diaper, even if her taping needed some work.

"Wow... you look good." I didn't really understand the appeal of black diapers, but with Blossom in a black bra, it was starting to make sense to me. Unfortunately, the tapes were almost overlapping in the front, and the waistband was just as high on her as it was on me. It was a weird fit. If a diaper is supposed to be sexy, shouldn't it be skimpy too?

"I think the sizes are wrong," I said, stepping into the hallway to get a better look at Blossom. It was a little voyeuristic, but my examination was entirely academic!

"I guess I should have expected that. As with any fashion, the sizes might be inconsistent, huh cupcake?"

Blossom ran her fingers over her diaper in exploration, which only served to elicit more crinkling as she shuffled.

"How's it feel?" Thick, no doubt. Her legs were spread so far apart that half our high school football team was probably waiting out front of the beach house.

"Pretty thick! Like I definitely couldn't do cheer maneuvers in this, and I feel a little bit clumsy to be honest. So I mean, that's the desired effect, isn't it? Tumbly clumsy toddler aesthetic?"

"Good point." I didn't get too close to Blossom, but she would occasionally run her hands over the sides of her diaper. My cheeks would get a little warm; it was like being in a strip club.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Blossom asked.

"Right, yeah... okay. Tomorrow then."

"You know," Blossom started, as she stood at the top of the stairs, "if you ever wanna lay together and cuddle… I'm down to clown. Just sayin'~"

It was a little bit flirty, for sure. But honestly, there was a part of Blossom that thought cuddling up, both in diapers? That was a super cute concept.

"Okay..." I said nervously. I didn't know what else to say. So I waved goodnight. She waved back. I went into my room and closed the door and sat on the edge of my bed with a crinkle.

Cuddling Blossom... there was an idea. It could be nice, especially if the both of us were in diapers. Playmates or something, like my mom dropped me off at her house. We would play with dolls until we got sleepy. I'd curl up to her, my thigh between hers, my diaper against her leg. I bit my lip.

Then again, it also sounded a little intimate. Especially with Big Boobs Blossom. Especially because I knew diapers were a sexy thing for her. They were kind of a sexy thing for me too; I mean, I did write ABDL smut. I didn't want to make things weird between us.

But as I was lying in bed, wrapped up in the blankets and cuddled up to a spare pillow, it was Blossom I was imagining. When my diaper crinkled, I thought of hers doing the same. I had a lovely dream that night.