Chapter 6

Brita, Alyson, and Cassidy soon strolled up to another family house located about a mile away from the Callgahorn house. The public room of this house would serve as the local dress shop where Brita’s bridesmaids would try on their dresses. Brita anxiously hopped off of Midnight as she was aware others were already inside and she was eager to get a move on.

“Come along dear,” Allyson said as she hopped off of Rosebud.

“Wait Ally you know I can …” Cassidy started but before she could finish her thought Allyson had picked her up off of the bird and sat her on the ground, similar to how she had picked her up to put her on the bird when they left.

“What was that sweetie?” Allyson asked.

“Don worry about it,” Cassidy said with a blush. She figured it was best not to make a scene about it since the opportunity to stop it was already over. She just have to maneuver herself to avoid being picked up when they headed back. Thankfully no one was outside to watch Cassidy be picked up like a child. Cassidy and Allyson quickly made their way inside behind Brita.

Once inside the open public room they were directed to a smaller closed off space that took up a good portion of the bottom floor. This was a pretty large enclosed room for trying dresses and other clothes on, Cassidy and Allyson made their way inside. Already inside was one of Brita’s cousins, Jayna, and her mother Marta. The cousin was busy getting her dress looked at by an attending Biscotti from the family that owned the place.

The dress was a one color strapless affair, but the beauty lied in how it flowed. The fabric twisted and wrapped around in beautiful and enticing ways, almost in a corkscrew like fashion, but still somehow fitting on snuggly like you would expect a dress to. Folds in the fabric created lines that seemed to move in different directions. This could be seen the most in the skirt, which was long but flared out a decent amount rather than staying close to the body. On it, the fabric was creased in lines going diagonally, that abruptly switched to going in the opposite diagonal half way down. The whole dress had a similar direction switching energy. The whole thing was one color since all of the detail was in the flow of the dress. It was a simple light pink.

“Well that dress looks like it fits,” Allyson said positively. Indeed it did. It fit the Biscotti rather well with only small bits of the dress being pinned up to be adjusted. “Looking good Sam,” The Biscotti having her dress fitted smiled and almost made a comment but was cut off by Brita.

“Yeah that one fits, but we lost our flower girl,” Brita looked over to Jayna who shrugged apathetically.

“Was it close?”

“Not by a long shot,” Jayna answered sympathetically. “I couldn’t get it on without ripping the thing.”

“Well its ok dear,” Allyson said calmingly. “It’s not like you can help your growth spurt.”

“Oh believe me it’s no skin off my teeth,” Jayna laughed. “Dress came with a matching diaper cover if you can believe that.” Cassidy shot a quizzical look at Brita.

“Mark’s family went all out,” Brita said off handedly.

“Jayna would have been happy to wear diapers again if it meant your wedding went off without a hitch,” Marta added to try and placate Brita.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t fit so I don’t got to.” Jayna said happily. Marta elbowed her discreetly. “Hey!” Jayna complained, but Brita wasn’t paying attention.

“Ok Ally you next,” Brita ordered. “Let’s hope we don’t have a bigger disaster.”

“Positive attitude Brit,” Allyson smiled as she stepped up onto the small stage and started taking off the plain white dress she was wearing, down to the matching pink polka dotted bra and panties. The attendant wordlessly helped slide the matching bridesmaid dress over her head. Cassidy was a little amazed that such an elaborate looking dress slid on so easily. Mark’s family really knew their stuff. Thankfully it seemed Allyson had no major issues fitting inside of her dress.

“See Brit it’s not totally ruined,” Allyson reminded.

“No this should fit with only a few alterations,” the attendant said making some notes on a piece of paper.

“We’re still missing a bridesmaid and a flower girl,” Brita was lost in thought at what to do. Jayna approached Allyson to marvel at the dress. As she was looking over it Cassidy noticed something. Jayna hit her growth spurt pretty hard and she was about the same size as Allyson was, and since Allyson was about the same size as Callie was.

“Wait!” Cassidy spoke out suddenly. The exclamation got the attention of everyone in the room. “Jayna!” Callie blurted out before going into an explanation. “Look at her she’s about the size of Allyson. And Allyson isn’t that much smaller than Callie.”

“What are you getting at?” Brita asked a little annoyed.

“Jayna can be your bridesmaid,” Callie explained with a smile. Brita and Allyson looked at each other in surprise. Marta beamed, happy that her daughter got to play a part in the ceremony again.

“Go on Jayna,” Marta eagerly encouraged. “Try on Callie’s dress and see how it fits.” Jayna shrugged.

“If you guys think so,” Jayna was unsure and she stood a little ways away from Allyson. The attendant quickly left and fetched the remaining dress while Jayna was undressing. In no time at all Callie’s dress was on Jayna and like Cassidy had suspected the fit wasn’t that bad. It was a little off in places to be sure, but it didn’t look horrible.

“What do you think?” Brita asked the attendant who was taking a good deal more notes than they were while they were with Allyson.

“It’s going to take a bit of work to be sure,” they said looking over the numbers they were writing down. “Especially with a dress this intricate. I think we can manage though. At least we can get it to fit her properly. It will do in a pinch.”

“Excellent,” Marta said happily.

“Nice work Cassidy,” Allyson cheered on. “See I told you you would be helpful.” Marta’s smile faded a little. It was her daughter that was filling in, why was this Miqo girl getting the credit?

“We’re still back to our original issue though,” Brita was quick to bring the mood back down with harsh reality. “We’ve got all of our bridesmaids, but we still need a flower girl. Bring out the flower girl dress.” Brita demanded. "Let me see it so I can think of a replacement." The attendant quickly moved to go get it.

“Didn’t you say someone from Mark’s side could fill in?” Allyson questioned.

“That’s a maybe, we would still have to be lucky that one of them is the exact right size. I’d rather just get a replacement from our family. At least with them being here already we might be able to find time to alter the dress to fit them if no one is the right size.” The attendant brought the dress out while Brita was talking. It was a very adorable dress. A white dress with wavy pink stripes across the chest, and pink puffy sleeves and pink collar. A picturesque dress, like something a baby doll would wear. It was complimented by a white diaper cover with pink frills on the butt. The dress itself was short and poofy, enough that one would be able to see this matching diaper cover without too much effort. After all it was custom made, so it needed to be shown off, what was the point if it wasn’t.

For as much as the bridesmaid’s dresses were elegant the flower girl’s dress was just as cute. So cute that none of the adult women present would want to be caught dead in the thing. Everyone, except maybe Marta, could understand by looking at it why Jayna wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of wearing it in front of a crowd of her family. Not that she would have to worry about that. They all could tell from looking at it that there was no chance the thing was going to fit on Jayna as she was now, even with significant alterations.

Brita and Allyson were busy going over the list of their family members in their head to see who would be able to fit in it. The problem lied in that the size of the dress was a very specific and very short period of Biscotti, right before they aged up out of diapers, the biggest they would be before their growth spurt. Any of the children that were still in diapers would probably be too small to fit in it, and any others who had just gotten out of diapers would be too big.

Cassidy stood by awkwardly. While she was quick to come up with the solution for the missing bridesmaid, she had nothing for how they might replace the missing flower girl. She idly moved over to inspect the dress in question while the others were in thought. It was when Cassidy was idly examining the dress that Marta had a familiar thought. One she was pretty happy she had.

“Why Cassidy. It looks like that dress would fit you perfectly,” Marta said with glee. Cassidy reflexively put the dress still on its hangar against her chest.

“Huh it does,” Brita said thinking deeply.

“Well I – I couldn’t possibly,” Cassidy stammered with embarrassment. “I mean we’re not even related.”

“On such short notice, I don’t think it matters that much,” Brita said unsympathetically.

“Well yeah but,” Cassidy stammered. The real reason she didn’t want to be volunteered for this position was obvious. It was embarrassing. That was obvious to everyone. Brita didn’t seem to care all that much though.

“Brit, dear, we don’t’ want to embarrass the poor girl,” Allyson spoke up saying what Cassidy was too afraid to admit.

“Well what’s a little embarrassment if it means the wedding going off well? I mean poor Jayna was more than ready to wear it, even going back in diapers to boot.”

“Yeah,” Jayna said a little offended. “You sure didn’t seemed too worried about me embarrassing myself Allyson.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Allyson said with a rough smile. “What do you think Cassidy? It’s up to you if you want to or not.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Marta added quickly. Really she had an ulterior motive here. She just didn’t like Cassidy, and seeing her prance around in front of everyone in baby clothes would be a memory she could preserve forever and replay whenever she found herself annoyed. “And I think it would help smooth things over with everyone else, get them to forget about that whole birthday party incident.”

“Yeah they’ll replace that with the memory of me running around in baby clothes,” Cassidy said silently to herself.

“Let’s at least get it fitted while you’re thinking about it,” Brita said forcefully. Cassidy blushed but couldn’t find it in her to say no to Brita. So she climbed up onto the stage and started stripping out of her t-shirt and loose pants and into her unfortunately childish pink flower printed underwear. Instead of thinking about the ramifications of being Brita’s flower girl she spent the whole time while the attendant was getting the dress on trying to rationalize this whole scenario, with very little success. At least it was just a small group of girls seeing her like this.

“Step in,” the attendant said holding open the diaper cover. Cassidy blushed and did as she was told. The attendant slid the diaper cover up, fishing her tail through the hole at the top completing the outfit. Then they got to work making notes and measurements.

“Wow,” Allyson couldn’t help but exclaim. “It really doe fit you well.”

“Almost perfectly,” the attendant added. “You could probably wear it without any alterations.” Cassidy glanced at herself in one of the many mirrors dotted about. She looked ridiculous, almost sickeningly sweet. They were all right though. The dress fit her surprisingly well. If Cassidy didn’t know any better she would think she still might be in diapers. She was glad that the only thing under the frilly diaper cover was her panties. On the subject of diapers though a nagging thought suddenly intruded into Cassidy’s mind.

“Say, where’s the bathroom at in this place?” Cassidy asked urgently.

“It can wait Cass,” Brita shot Cassidy down quickly. “Let them finish taking measurements first.” Cassidy grumbled. The need to go was surprisingly urgent, but Cassidy gritted her teeth and waited as still as she could.

“No one’s telling Cassidy she has to wear diapers with her dress,” Jayna grumbled under her breath as Cassidy struggled visibly with holding it.

“Oh relax sweetheart it’s not a big deal,” Marta chided her child. If the potion she snuck into Cassidy’s cookies worked as advertised she may well find herself in them before the end of this anyway.

“Well I’m sold,” Brita said confidently. “I think we have our new flower girl.”

“Brita!” Allyson interjected. “Maybe this is something we should ask Cassidy first before voluntelling her.”

“What?” Brita said matter of factly. “Marta was right on the money. She’s not gonna blow this off and make another big fiasco with her girlfriends family. Right?” Brita directed toward Cassidy. Cassidy wiggled anxiously, not just because she desperately needed to pee.

“It’s just,” Cassidy said wiggling a little. “It’s a little embarrassing. To wear that in front of all of my future in laws.”

“Yeah but do you think they’re gonna be happy when they find out that you could have saved my collaring but didn’t because you were too embarrassed.” Brita was really laying the pressure on and making it hard to say no. That pressure combined with the pressure in Cassidy’s bladder, that grew exponentially more urgent as this conversation continued pushing her more and more toward the quick and easy answer.

“Can we maybe come back to this later?” Cassidy offered.

“There is no later, we need to start making plans. Come on Cassidy the answer here is obvious.”

“Yeah easy for you to say,” Cassidy said closing her legs together tightly in her effort to hold in her bladder. “Ok I’ll do it but only,” Cassidy paused to regain control of her failing bladder. “But only as a stand in. If you can find someone else to do it then I want out.”

“Fine,” Brita said happily. Cassidy wasn’t sure she really gave this the thought she needed to but her bladder situation was becoming desperate.

“Bathroom!” Cassidy demanded, desperation on her face.

“I think I’ve got everything,” the attendant said, quickly helping Cassidy out of her dress. "It's across the room next the ladder up." Once the diaper cover slid off Cassidy didn’t even bother trying to put her clothes back on before attempting a sprint in the vague direction indicated by the attendant, but she didn’t make it very far.

Just as she touched the door handle of the room they were in her bladder gave out. There while everyone watched on in shock, and in Marta’s case ecstatic glee, Cassidy wet herself. She stammered several embarrassing noises as her flimsy panties turned dark and a small stain started appearing in the carpet where she stood with pee running down one of her legs.