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We went out to dinner at a diner in town. I was starting to feel sluggish from my lack of sleep, so I had a coffee. I didn't want to miss a single moment with Blossom, and sleep was nothing but missed moments.

When we got back, it was already pretty late. I knew we only had one more night together, and I didn't want to waste it. So I made the bold suggestion:

"We should get dressed. Um, both of us. And watch a movie."

"Oh we should, should we? Then if we're both getting dressed, I think we should dress each other up and pick what the other one wears~"

Blossom winked, flashed her little too-white smile.

"We should order some microwave popcorn and snacks so they get here before the movie."

"We have popcorn in the cupboard," I said. We got some last time we went grocery shopping. "And there are still dozens of cinnamon rolls."

"Good point." Blossom kicked off her shoes and Amy hung her coat up in the closet. "So, we dress each other?"

"I can try..." I managed. I still wasn't great at seeing Blossom naked. But I didn't want her to feel self-conscious, if that was even possible. And I really did want to get better at diapering her.

"I have the Selkie Dress hanging up in the closet if you want to use that with me, but we also have our onesies and other cute stuff. Just do what feels right, okay? And I'll help you any way that I can~"

"Uhhuh." I faked a smile. I was nervous. Maybe the Selkie dress was a good start... maybe that would help. But I didn't want her to sit around in that dress all night either; the vibe was supposed to be kind of chill. I just wanted everything to go perfectly. I didn't even want that five minutes ago, but suddenly it seemed so important.

We went upstairs to my room. The Selkie dress was hanging above the trunk, which Blossom began to open. I stood awkwardly in the center of the room, running through my options at lightning speed. I finally settled on one conclusion.

"I can probably change your clothes, or change you into a diaper," I admitted. "I don't think I can do both."

If I changed her clothes, I'd have to see her top half naked. If I changed her diaper, I'd have to see her bottom half naked. If I could do both at the same time, I could probably power though... but one or the other? I felt nauseous just thinking about it.

"Which would you prefer to do? If you wanna change me into a diaper, then you can still pick out my clothes if you want. I'll get myself dressed. Or, if you wanna change my clothes, then you can pick out my diaper and I'll get changed into it."

There wasn't even a pause in Blossom's reply. Like the notion that Amy "couldn't do everything" didn't even occur to her; just a step from one plan to another with no worries at all.

"I... am not sure..." The diaper change definitely seemed like a bigger deal, but it was something I'd done before. Changing her clothes, seeing her boobs naked up close, that was new. I was stuck in a bit of choice paralysis, and each moment made it worse. What if I picked wrong?

"You dress me, then~"

Now, it should be known that it certainly wasn't that Blossom was adverse to being changed into a diaper by Amy; but diapering took less time and Blossom wanted to make the most of it.

"Pick a diaper out for me real quick, and then turn around and I'll put it on~"

"Um. Okay..." I went into the trunk and grabbed one of the ABU bunny diapers. They weren't as thick as the Megamaxes, but they were cuter. Then I paused. If I put her in a onesie, it wouldn't matter, would it? And if Megamaxes were thicker... so I put the bunny diaper back and got one of her white Megamaxes. I handed it to her.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom actually. So I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay, sounds good."

I took an extra long time in the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my wavy hair, trying to make it look nice. I pulled them to the sides in low pigtails, but I only had one hair tie with me. So I fluffed it out again and went back to the bedroom. I knocked before entering and I kept my eyes on my feet.

"You can come in, cupcake~"

Over the time the two of them had known one-another, Blossom had gotten somewhat decent and proficient at diapering herself. So she stood by the bed with no pants on; her white Megamax was on display. A pink cami that didn't even come all the way down her taut belly covered her busty top half.

"Your hair is cute!"

"Oh, uh... I was just playing with it a little in the mirror." I laughed nervously and closed the door behind me. I wasn't sure why - no one else was in the house. It was just a habit.

I went to the closet, in the trunk, and pulled out her magical girl onesie. But even turned away from Blossom, the vision of her wearing nothing but a diaper and a camisole was imprinted in my mind. Already I felt a little hot. This wasn't the same as diapering her last time, when she was in that dress and looked so much like a little girl. It was more like an adult woman wearing Amanda-specific lingerie.

When I turned back to Blossom, she was waiting with a smile on her face. Her thighs were forced apart by the thick white padding between them. The waistband was tight around her belly, just above her hips. A big part of me considered not changing her at all, just letting her walk around like that. It really was a look...

"Um, okay. Arms up."

Blossom raised her arms up obediently, and spoke in that kind of Bluey-Inspired-Quiet-Whisper-Clarification-of-Rules-Voice.

"Do you need me to kneel down or sit or duck?"

"Uh..." Yeah, Blossom was quite a bit taller than me. By at least six inches. And with her arms in the air? I bit my lip. "Maybe forward a little. Like put your arms forward."

Blossom did as she was told, almost like a hug. I stepped up to her and tried to focus on something other than the diaper only inches from my pants. I grabbed the hem of Blossom's cami and pulled it up, over her breasts, over her head - with some difficulty - and across her arms. I had to take a step back to get it off all the way, and what was left was Blossom Brixley in nothing but a diaper.

I'd seen her boobs in passing, a casual thing. Something I glanced at on accident. But this time she was just standing there, facing me, and making no effort to cover her chest. Her confidence was staggering, but no more staggering than the dissonance of Blossom's huge boobs and thick diaper. But the weirdest part about it was: it didn't look weird at all. She made it look so natural, like she was going to be on the front of a magazine.

I looked away before I could think about it. I looked at the far wall, then at my feet. My face was hot and I felt my chest pound. My brain skipped through fantasies like music tracks on a well-worn playlist. All different stories, different premises, with the same goal: show her how wonderful diapers can feel.

"You alright?" Blossom asked, but there wasn't a lot of concern in her voice. She sounded amused.

"Yeah... totally fine. Dressing my... my whatever you are... my friend in a onesie. And a diaper. Sure. Totally fine." I fumbled with the onesie in my hands, bunching it up so I could get it over her head.

"I think you and I need to come up with a title for what we are, so you can say it with confidence instead of trying to think of the right terminology in a vacuum; it's one of those mines around the outside of paradise that we need to get you past."

Blossom leaned forward to help Amy pull the onesie over her head. Like usual it was going to be an effort to tug it down over her boobs, and then the snapping situation between the legs had to happen. Onesies were complicated!

I learned rather quickly that trying to dress someone arms first wasn't a good idea. It was a lot more frustrating and time consuming than I expected, and it really messed with my confidence. In the end, putting her head through and pulling her arms through after was the simpler solution.

I pulled the onesie down over her chest, but I'd seen her naked so much in the past two minutes that it was hard to see the clothes anymore. I knew every curve of her body without them. I could undress her in my mind with perfect accuracy, and my mind seemed to do that all on its own. It was really fucking annoying.

"You're doing great," Blossom encouraged as Amy got down on her knees. She just had the snaps to go, but she could tell Amy was uncomfortable.

I pulled the back flap of the onesie between her legs as far as I could. It made snapping it together easier.

But the position on my knees was so vulnerable, her diaper so close to my face. Blossom wrapped her fingers in my hair and pressed against the back of my head until my face pushed against her diaper. The thick padding conformed to my cheek and the side of my nose. The plastic crinkled, only a little cold against my skin.

Snap.

Blossom spoke down to me both literally and figuratively: "You like that, don't you? You like being so close to my diapers... you like touching them and hearing them crinkle. You like kissing them, isn't that right? Kiss my diaper, Amy."

Snap.

Her hand tightened in my hair and I pressed my lips between her legs, against the soft plastic. She pushed my face against her diaper so she could feel the kiss through the padding.

Snap.

"What a good girl," Blossom cooed, a little breathy. "Taking orders from a woman in a diaper. It feels so nice to be a good girl, doesn't it? It feels nice to do what I say."

Snap.

Blossom's diaper was hidden behind the onesie, all four snaps done up, but my head was still swimming with the elaborate fantasy. It took me a moment to hear Blossom.

Snap. This time it was Blossom's fingers. I blinked and looked up at her. On my knees, even in the onesie, it was so easy to imagine her naked. Nothing but a diaper. My heart was pounding, and I wasn't sure I remembered how to stand up.

Instead, Blossom slipped down to her knees. She took my hands in hers.

"You seem really out of it," she said with a smile. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah... no, I'm fine. I just... ugh, I dunno."

"What were you thinking about?" Blossom asked. She noticed that Amy wasn't trying to wring her hands or scratch her arms.

"Honestly? Silly roleplay fantasies..." I tried to play it off, but I actually felt kind of nauseous. It felt a little bit like coming out of a baking loop.

"Hm... obviously I'm super curious, but I think you need a moment. Come on."

Blossom helped me to my feet. I was so sure that I'd fail to stand. Blossom would have me crawl over to the bed. She'd sit on the edge of it and spread her legs. She'd pop open each one of the snaps on her onesie, one at a time. Snap. Snap. Snap.

But I did stand up. She plopped me on the bed and I sat there for a moment before pulling on my fingers. I needed to stay present.

"You did a great job," Blossom encouraged. "And you saw my boobs."

"I'd seen your boobs before," I admitted, though she probably knew that already.

"Yeah, but it was a big deal this time."

"True..." I faked a smile and took a deep breath. Jeeze, I felt weird.

"It can be overwhelming; any kind of intimacy can be overwhelming. Take your time, take a breath, be with me here in this moment and be proud of how far you've come today alone."

This was all a tone of voice that Blossom tended to use with new pledges who were overwhelmed coming into a new phase of their lives. It wasn't that big a difference.

"Do you still want me to change you?" Blossom asked. "I don't have to."

"No, uh..." I really wanted her to. It felt like a reward or something for doing something hard. I wanted to let her take care of me.

But maybe she shouldn't. She was in a diaper already. She was in a onesie. Maybe I should just suck it up and be a big girl for once. She never got time to play baby...

"I'm gonna change you then," Blossom said, interrupting whatever it was Amy was thinking about. She was really in her head right now, and maybe letting her make choices wasn't the right play.

"If you want..." I said, giving Blossom an out. But Blossom wasn't looking for an out. So I added: "Gimme a minute? Just to settle down?"

"Of course," Blossom said happily, "I'll get your stuff ready and we can take it slow."

Blossom went over to the closet and I sat back on the mattress, bracing myself with my hands behind my back. I just needed to cool down, like starting off in Mario Kart. If you hold the button down the whole time, you spin out. I had to let off the gas for a second.

Blossom moved in a diaper and onesie like she was a dancer moving in a ballgown – elegantly, magically – as though she were made to wear diapers, as though they were made with her in mind. When she knelt down, she did so cutely. When she leaned over the trunk to look for the right diaper for Amy, she did so adorably. It was like her movements were drawn by a very talented artist.

And the worst part was, she wasn't even trying. It was just the way in which she moved, and Blossom didn't know any other way.

She gathered up a diaper and powder for Amy, and stood back up to return to the bed.

Watching Blossom bend down in her diaper brought more awkward thoughts into my brain. When she came back over to me, I was staring at the ceiling and my cheeks were pink.

"Need some more time?" Blossom asked.

"I don't think it's gonna get better than this," I admitted, still not making eye contact.

"You know, I know you won't agree with me, but you could try just saying out loud anything you're thinking. It would keep you in the present moment and maybe help you feel more open with me?"

"Ha..."

Oh wait, was she serious? I couldn't just say what I was actually thinking all the time. Saying it made it too real. And I didn't want Blossom to know the real me. I didn't want her to know how I thought about her sometimes. Or how I fantasized. Or what a fucking pervert I was. I mean, sure, she could read Academy Works. But there's a difference between making things up for a story and making things up just for the fun of it. Instead, I said:

"If I told you everything I was thinking, we wouldn't have time for anything else."

Blossom sighed and put her hand on her hip.

"Okay, one word then. Or two. Or three. What are you thinking about?"

One word. Or two. Or three. Yeah, I could boil down my thoughts to something super abstract. There wasn't much risk in that, was there? And the two words I had in mind was something she already knew.

"I was thinking... that you're sexy." I motioned with my hand to all of Blossom, then looked away again.

That made Blossom smile. A genuine smile, bubbly and happy and proud. Not because Amy thought she was sexy - Blossom didn't need anyone to tell her that - but because Amy had been honest with how she felt.

"Oh my gosh, cupcake, thank you so much! I know you don't believe me when I say it, but I think you're sexy, too. Now... if you wanna earn extra credit, you could tell me what you think about me right now is the sexiest? But you don't have to overachieve if you don't wanna~"

"That's the worst attempt at manipulation I've ever heard," I said sourly. But Blossom's smile was plastered on her face with quick-dry cement. It wasn't going anywhere.

Answer: her butt. I could still imagine her bending over...

"Do you want to do this or not?" I asked, getting back to the task at hand. Changing me. If the conversation kept up like this, I wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with it.

"I do!"

Blossom stood to her full height, put the powder and diaper down on the bed, and smiled a little brighter still before pushing the shorter girl down onto her back.