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Okay. I had a moment to center myself. Blossom had changed me again. I should have offered to change her! But that was out of character. Were we still doing the character thing? Yes, right? Because we had to get dressed? Yeah, okay. So I needed to focus.

Diapers. Awkward. Weird. But not uncomfortable. They didn't make me a baby - I was helping out a friend. I was a good friend.

I looked down and took in the sight of the thick white diaper between my legs. It fit, but not very well. Blossom didn't pull one of the top tapes tight enough so I fixed that. Then I changed my mindset.

New. Explore. I touched it with my fingers. Plastic crinkling sounds.

"Kind of weird," I said out loud, just to get me out of my own head. It was easier to be someone else externally rather than internally. "But I guess it's not awful. I don't see why she likes these though."

Did she? She had to. We were friends and we had seen each other naked. If it was a "I have to wear diapers" situation, then I would have seen them before. Nope, it was a personal interest.

"Well, whatever," I said again, taking on a more inflected voice. "If it makes her happy. So what? She'll be wearing one too."

"You can come in now," Blossom called out only a few minutes later; she still had on her oversized hoodie, the type with thumb-holes. With the diaper, it was actually a SUPER cute look that captured a lot of the character she was ostensibly playing.

"Wow..." Nope! Not Amanda! New girl! "Um... I mean, you look cute! Is that what you like about all this? Looking cute?" There we go, some backstory! I needed more to work with. Give me that lore.

"Uhhuh!" Blossom turned in place, doing a little pirouette, and then struck a little pose with one leg up and her arms out - cheerleading definitely helped with her balance and posing skills.

"So in this package," she motioned to the bed, "are two onesies. You can wear one and I'll wear the other and then we can both be our cutest, okay? Although you're already maximum cute in just a diaper and normal clothes, so you're gonna be extra mega double cute."

"Those things that snap between the legs?" I asked with mock nervousness. "Aren't onesies a little... uh... childish?" There we go! Back in character.

"Of course, but that's the point. Diapers aren't exactly the epitome of adult fashion, either. But grown-up," she chose that term carefully, "clothes aren't focused on cute. They're focused on hot, or sexy, or gorgeous, or stylish. Never ever cute, so that's why we dress this way."

"We?" I blinked at the word. It caught me a little off guard because it felt like the wrong thing to say to my character. Oh, that probably meant I was doing a good job. "I mean, that's why you like it. I'm just being supportive."

"You're such a good friend, I'm so lucky."

Blossom beamed and began to tear into the package, revealing the two flat-folded garments each in their own little plastic bag. And although the sizes were different, and the shape and cut were hidden in this state, the juvenile and babyish prints on the two of them were very clear.

"Um... I'd like that one please." I knew the one with the tarot cards was mine, but the other one was so girly and frilly. I made the logical choice for my character, knowing full-well that the other one wouldn't have fit me anyway.

"Oh, this one with the tarot cards? That's so you. How about... we put them on like t-shirts, and then we can button each-others snaps? That'll make it easiest to get dressed."

Also: Blossom wasn't sure she would've been able to do up her own snaps anyway.

"I... I guess so? I've never worn one of these before, so I don't know how it works exactly." I didn't have to pretend this time: I really had never worn a onesie!

Blossom handed me the package. I opened it and pulled out the tarot onesie. It was elastic, but it wasn't as soft as I expected. I pulled on the fabric. It would probably fit... but would it be very flattering? When I looked up, Blossom was already stripping off her hoodie. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I quickly turned around, but I saw. Her. Topless. She had seen me topless too, in the bath, but her chest...

I felt hot. If I thought too much about them - if I tried to put words into describing her - I would have broken character for sure.

We'd seen each other naked a hundred times before, I reminded myself.

If Blossom took any note of the way that Amy had basically crashed like an old computer at seeing her boobs, she didn't show it. She opened her own onesie, cute and girly and frilly as expected, and began to pull it down over her head. The display may have been the sexiest example of donning a onesie that had ever happened. She peeled it over her head, following the lines of her skin, and put her arms through the frilly arm-holes. Then she tugged it down over her very ample bosom and taut tummy.

I kept my back facing Blossom as I took off my top. I suddenly wished I had worn my bra to bed, then I would still have it on. But my character wouldn't leave. This was normal for us.

I quickly fumbled with the onesie and pulled it down over my chest, over my stomach, and over the front and back of my diaper. My heart was racing when I turned back to Blossom, who looked so fucking cute that my heart raced even faster.

"Oh you look so cute! Oh god, thank you SO much for agreeing to do this with me and help me to feel better!"

Blossom closed the distance between the two of them, and dropped to her knees in front of Amy - not for any lewd reasons, but so she could reach between her legs easily to get the dangling rear half of the snap-crotch. She didn't have any experience with this either, but it seemed pretty self explanatory. Pull and snap.

"Uh..." My cheeks burned crimson as Blossom's hands ran along my inner thighs and grazed the front of my diaper. I spread my legs a little more, almost on instinct, but also so Blossom had more room to see.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

A tightness between my legs as the stretchy fabric pulled up on the diaper.

By the time Blossom stood up, I couldn't even remember my name. Not just the nameless character, but my own as well. I stared at her with wide, glossy eyes. Then I blinked and dropped my gaze.

It was hard for Blossom to stop herself from smiling; she loved seeing Amy in this state - where she forgot how to keep her head up high, where her eyes lost the ability to focus, where little tactile sensations would make her smile this half smile that she thought Blossom didn't notice.

She was, in a word: charming.

"You're perfect. Can you do me now, do you think?"

"Um... what...?"

"My onesie?" Blossom asked, tilting her head.

"Your..."

"The snaps?" Blossom asked again.

"I... right. Of course..."

I settled down onto my knees. It hurt. Next time, I'd ask her to lay on the bed or something. Next time, like I would do this so many more times.

My fingers found the front flap easily, but the back one... I hesitated, looking between Blossom's long legs. Her tan was fading. I took a deep breath and reached between her thighs, careful not to touch her skin like it might shock me. I fumbled for the back of the onesie, but I had to reach up and grab at her diaper.

By the time I got both flaps together, my fingers were trembling. I managed to get one snap, then two, and then I realized that I snapped the wrong ones. My face was just in front of her diaper, only inches from my eyes, covered in the tight pink fabric of the onesie.

I took another breath and tried to remember my character. Who was I? I couldn't even think of a single element of who she was, of who I was. Just Blossom's diaper, so close to me, and my hands mere centimeters from the crinkly plastic. It took me twice as long. Maybe three times. Maybe a whole goddamn eternity. But I snapped up those four snaps and stumbled to my feet. I almost fell over.

"Thank you!" Blossom, still in character, threw her hands around Amy and pulled her into a tight hug to show her gratitude.

"You did great! And we both look so cute now, and I'm not even worried about being made fun of because you're such a good friend. Thank you so much! Let's go look in the mirror together, okay?"

I had no ability to stop her. I felt like I was on autopilot. Then, I saw myself in the mirror.

I couldn't say with sincerity that the onesie was flattering - it curved awkwardly around my fat stomach and flattened my boobs a bit. But with the white plastic poking out the bottom and the tightness of the fabric between my legs, it was so obvious that I was diapered. It was so obvious, when I looked at Blossom, that she was diapered too. My face was red in the mirror, and I knew that wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

Blossom leaned in close and pressed her forehead to the side of Amy's head and whispered in her ear; finally content to drop her character charade.

"You did great, Amy. And you look adorable. Let's go cuddle on the sofa and watch TV for a while, okay?"

"Umm... okay..." Blossom led me by the hand. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. Little? It was a lot like that, but not really. My head was swirling with thoughts, and a lot of them were about Blossom. Her hands between my legs. Her diaper close to my face. Her bare chest. Her in that onesie. It felt like a storm brewing, but not one that had hit land yet. It was just electricity in the air. It was dark clouds on a distant horizon.

Blossom sat me down on the sofa and went into a different room. I tried to focus on something other than the past fifteen minutes, but it kept pulling me back in like a vortex. Then Blossom set something down in front of me, in front of us. Coloring books?

Blossom put Bluey on the TV, but started it from the start of season one so the two of them wouldn't need to focus too much on it. And kids rewatched stuff ad infinitum anyway, Then Blossom sat herself down next to Amy. She picked out a coloring book - Queer Cuties - and passed it to Amy, and then opened up one for herself: Baffling Buildings.

"We're gonna make the best colorins, you'll see~"

So we colored. We colored, then I got distracted by Bluey, and then I got distracted by the coloring book. That happened for a while. Then Blossom wasn't there when I looked over and I had to find her in the kitchen. She was going through the fridge. The next thing I knew, I was given one of those not-sippy cups of apple juice.

There was a certain peace and loveliness to the energy that the two had gotten to share so far, and Blossom couldn't have been much happier. It was like schoolyard friends, but on her own terms and not ruined by being at actual school.

Blossom was a little hard to look at sometimes. My eyes would find her and my mind would wander. If the background noise of Bluey or the lingering taste of apples didn't draw me back, I was sure I'd be lost forever, like a ghost in an underwater wreck. Thankfully, Bluey and apples proved reliable.

The room was growing dark - which I only noticed because the TV was getting bright - and my stomach growled. Blossom probably didn't hear it, but I sure did.

"Um... do we have ideas for dinner?" I asked. The way the two of us were dressed, I suspected we weren't going out. Actually, I would probably have to change if I was going to cook: I didn't want to get my new outfit all dirty.

"Let's order in. Wanna look at Grubhub together with me, on my phone? You can pick the place, and I'll order for us both, so you don't have to make too many decisions? You're too little for too many choices, after all~"

Blossom was 98% certain she'd read that line in a baby story.

I felt a touch of heat on my cheeks, but I nodded in agreement. Choices weren't always the best thing for me, no matter the headspace. Certainly not now.

But I surprised myself. I think I surprised Blossom too. When we finally settled on a nearby tavern - I swear, it was called a tavern! - I was quick to order.

"Philly cheesesteak, and fries on the side, and mashed potatoes, and fried pickles, but I'll share those if you wanna." Fried pickles were never very good when they were delivered, but my mouth was moving a little faster than my brain.

Blossom was just as surprised by the quickness and confidence of the order, but she was also… maybe excited was the right word? Yeah, she was excited to see Amy for a very true moment in an unencumbered state. No worries about what to pick, what fretting over eating in front of Blossom, no dithering or expenses - just a pure "I want" moment.

"That sounds fantastic, babygirl."

Blossom got herself a chicken sandwich and some onion rings, with a side of deep fried Mac and cheese bites. This wasn't going to be a healthy meal, but by her age at least deep fried foods didn't cause her to break out anymore. Which was good, because Blossom loved to eat fried foods and especially when she was high.

Maybe she'd get Amy high after dinner.

"I dunno what little kids really do," I admitted, finishing up my third coloring picture of the day. I was getting a little bored of it, but I wasn't sure where to go from here. I never had a younger sibling or anything, and the Academy Works stories never really made it this far. A:T had playgrounds and stuff, but that was out of the question in real life. Plus, it was still snowing.

"Well, coloring is good. And so is watching TV. There's some jigsaw puzzles in the upstairs closet; do you wanna pick one out and we can do it together?"

For once, Blossom was thankful that her family still thought it prudent to have "offline" activities.

Puzzles. I never really thought of that as a Little activity, but I could see the attraction. It was a little meditative, kind of like coloring, but a lot less creativity. More problem-solving, if anything. So I got to my feet and waddled upstairs, crinkling with every step. The onesie pulled the diaper against my skin in just about every possible way. I always thought about the aesthetic of onesies; never the feeling of one. It was an unexpected joy.

Blossom stayed downstairs to finish putting in the order for food, and once she was finished with that she began to clear off the table so they'd have room to start the puzzle. It didn't leave room for dinner when it arrived, but Blossom figured maybe they'd go sit in the kitchen at the stools for food. They could pretend they were high chairs, maybe?