Fara was casually drinking out of her sippy cup, this time a green one decorated with pink butterflies, as Sarah was loading the surprising amount of luggage into the back of Rachel’s car. Per their earlier agreement Fara as dressed in another one of Rachel’s dresses. This one was a little more ambitious than the last. It was an all-white dress, very much in a baby doll style. The waist was a little higher than what would be considered normal, and the skirt was a little short to match. The whole thing came dangerously close to flashing Fara’s underwear. Of course, Rachel played this off as a mistake in sizing, and Fara wasn’t too concerned as it was only the three of them around to see it so the complaint went by with a promise to exclude the dress from the wardrobe in the future. A promise which Rachel likely wouldn’t end up keeping. Additionally, the dress had poofy sleeves and the center fabric was a bit of a darker shade of white to stand out from the sleeves and skirt. With the regular panties Fara was wearing now the outfit for the most part remained modest, but Rachel knew that wouldn’t be the case if Fara were wearing a diaper, which is something she hoped she would be seeing soon.

Rachel was standing next to Fara in an elegant black pants suit sipping from a glass of wine, and Sarah was in just a sports bra and gym shorts as she was working up a sweat packing. Rachel smirked at the difference in maturity between her and Fara’s drinking glasses, and this time Fara didn’t even protest at being handed her drink in the infantile cup.

“I don’t mean to sound like I’m stereotyping you here Rea,” Fara gestured to the small pile of suitcases that Sarah was slowly moving to the car. “But you could pack a little lighter you know.”

“Oh darling,” Rachel said waving her hand. “A lady needs all of her proper outfits, and don’t forget this is outfits for you and Sarah as well.”

“Two of them at least are yours,” Sarah confirmed picking up another suitcase.

“Two suitcases that are just clothes?” Fara asked with dismay. Sarah nodded in the affirmative as she walked out with another suitcase. “I don’t think I’ve packed that many clothes for anything in my entire life.”

“I just wanted to be sure,” Rachel defended the large amount of clothes. “I want to make sure to have extra outfits in case some of them don’t fit quite like they should,” Rachel gestured to Fara’s current dress.

“Good call this one is a bit breezy,” Fara instinctively tried to pull the skirt down but it was seemed determined to frill out instead of lay flat.

“It is still very cute on you,” Rachel offered. “But I understand if the little Lolita wants to keep her modesty.” Sarah had picked up another suitcase and at this point there were only a few left to pack. “Come let’s help speed this along.” Fara nodded and set her sippy cup down on the couch as it would fall over, Rachel set her glass down on the table and the two picked up suitcases and met Sarah at the car. They both managed to squeeze their two suitcases into the back as Fara noticed something about the back seat.

“What’s up with those?” Fara asked referring to the two seats in the back of the car.

They were somewhat unapologetically adult sized car seats. Unlike the child version they had to be somewhat built into the car, not just resting on top of the seat or else the occupant of the seat would be banging their head on the ceiling. In every other way though they were like the ones used for children only larger. There were two, they both had full five point harnesses and cup holders and compartments for snacks, and the upholstery had a somewhat childish design of muted colored shapes.

“Experimenting with Sara?” Fara offered her first guess but she had a feeling she was wrong. The fact that there were two of them was enough evidence that this wasn’t just for Sarah.

“Yes well we were going to discuss that with you,” Rachel had to be careful. A lot was riding on them selling this, but they had practiced it and they knew it would work. “It’s uh, an insurance issue you see.” Rachel was somewhat embarrassed. “Just so you know I don’t want you to think I’m trying to uhhh.”

“She’s saying she’s not trying to baby you like she does me sometimes,” As rehearsed Rachel and Sarah would have to play off of each other with rehearsed fake emotions.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Colorado enacted new car seat laws,” Rachel explained. “Since the bigger ones are more common in the market these days.”

“You mean all that stuff coming out of little land? They really expect everyone to be able to get those?” Fara was predictably dumbfounded.

“Well from all accounts the new law isn’t heavily enforced and it’s being fought pretty hard,” both lies. The law wasn’t real, so there was nothing to fight, but she knew Fara would take her at her word.

“Regardless,” Sarah explained quickly. “Technically Rachel’s car counts as a company car, so it has to abide by all laws that it reasonably can for insurance reasons. So while we probably won’t be bothered by the cops if we don’t have it, we can’t use Rachel’s car for the trip unless everyone who’s under the height limit is in their car seat.”

“What’s the new height limit?” Fara was concerned she was on the short side. That and Rachel’s nervous attitude spelled it out for her but Sarah was there to explain bluntly.

“I’m too short and you’re shorter than I am, so that means you are too.”

“I’m terribly sorry Fara, I didn’t know it would be an issue until earlier today.” Rachel was apologetic.

“What about Tara?” Fara countered. “I think she’s shorter than the old car seat laws.”

“Well she’s riding in her car with everyone else.”

“Can’t A.J. swap cars with me? She’s surely over the new limit.”

“I’m sorry Fara, but the company insurance is very strict, I have to send forms for all of the passengers that are going to ride more than 100 miles in my car. I don’t have time to send the form for anyone else up before we leave.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah the Wollingtech insurance is pretty rigid,” Sarah offered an explanation.

“It has to be, I don’t even want to tell you how much they pay out if something happens to me.” Rachel huffed.

“So there’s no way anyone can switch with me? It has to be us three in your car?” Fara wanted clarification, the whole situation seemed farfetched to her, but she didn’t think Rachel had a reason to lie about this. “I guess you know more about this stuff than I do. All these rules seem like a hassle to deal with. Do you think Tara has room for me.”

“Come on Fara we both know her car is struggling to fit four as it is. You can always just stay here if you really don’t want to ride in the car seat that badly.” Sarah offered. This was subtly important. Everything Fara did had to be her decision for now. They were too early along to try forcing some things. She had to make the decision for herself. It was a difficult prospect, but there were ways to steer her in one direction.

“No I don’t want to miss the trip,” Fara sighed in resignation. “I guess it can’t be helped, I’ll ride in the car seat if that’s what it takes.” That was exactly what they needed the choice was hers and she made it.

“I promise it’s not as bad as it looks,” Sarah offered hopefully. “I rode around in it all day today and it’s surprisingly comfy.”

“Well I guess that’s good,” Fara was trying to see the silver lining but she had butterflies about the whole thing. A whole road trip in a car seat, what would Riley say. That was sure to be another fight waiting to happen. Fara felt a twinge in her bladder. It was a more sudden and urgent sensation than usual, owed to the powder that Sarah continued to mix into Fara’s drinks while she was over there.

“There is another thing,” Rachel said stopping Fara’s stride toward the bathroom. “Again I’m not trying to put you in an uncomfortable situation, but I think it would be best if you wore diapers on the trip as well.”

“What!” Fara stepped closer Rachel. “Are you being serious?” Fara was expectedly upset, but Rachel and Sarah were prepared, they were confident they could talk her down.

“I know it sounds ridiculous,” Sarah defended Rachel’s suggestion. “But take it from me, the way the car seat makes you sit, and how hard it is to unbuckle yourself sometimes. It’s not a horrible idea. Plus it’s a long road trip anyway we may not always be able to find a stop.”

“Come on Sarah I’m an adult. I can hold it just fine. I think you guys maybe have a warped perspective on this.”

“Well you really haven’t been holding it to well lately dear,” Rachel said keeping Fara from shutting the discussion down. “We’ve noticed that you’ve been going to the bathroom a lot more than usual.”

“What? I don’t think I have been,” Fara’s defense was shaky as she had just now noticed that has indeed used the bathroom a lot more than she used to.

“You have,” Sarah agreed with Rachel. “And I didn’t want to say this, but since we’re putting it out there I’ve noticed some wet spots on your panties.” Fara stuttered her words and blushed. “Hey look we aren’t judging, I hope you can believe that.”

“Yes Fara,” Rachel moved to comfort Fara. “It’s not a big deal and it’s perfectly natural. School is stressful, and we’re pushing you to get back into Lolita which is kind of stressful, right now anyway. I think it’s just your body reacting to stress.”

“I don’t think you’re,” Fara stopped and winced as another urge to pee went through her, though she refused to move as she didn’t want to prove Rachel’s point. Even still she could feel a small puddle form in her panties, the kind that Sarah had evidently noticed before.

“You have to go right now don’t you? And this is the third time tonight.” Fara sighed in frustration. “Go on before you have an accident.”

“I can’t move right now,” Fara blushed as she squeezed her legs tight for a moment. When the sensation passed she bolted to the bathroom in Rachel’s house. She barely made it in time. Rachel and Sarah had followed her to the door and were talking to her through the door.

“Fara I hate to say we told you so,” Sarah said sympathetically.

“Shut up,” Fara said in a tone that had meant she had given up this particular argument. “Even if I am going more often, does that really mean I need to wear diapers? Isn’t there some other solution? Surely we aren’t going to be on a road without a gas station for that long.”

“If it makes you feel better I’m probably going to be diapered for the trip,” Sarah offered. “Just for convenience.”

“It really doesn’t,” Fara said frantically. “I get how you can find it convenient, but I just can’t get over it. I’m not wearing a diaper there has to be something else.” Rachel and Sarah looked at each other. This flat out rejection wasn’t unexpected, in fact they planned for this outcome. It was unlikely Fara would wear a diaper that easily, but in her position should would do almost anything as longs as it wasn’t a diaper, which meant they could make a smaller gain pretty easily.

“What about just a pull-up?” Sarah offered. “It should stop you if you have an accident, and it doesn’t feel any worse than just wearing a pad. Does that sound like something you can do?” Rachel and Sarah gave each other affirming nods. Fara sighed from the other side of the door.

“Can’t I just wear panties? We don’t even know if I really have a problem,” Sarah pleaded but everyone could tell she was ready to give up this fight.

“Fara I promise it’s really no different than wearing panties. You won’t be able to tell, and no one else will either.”

“Ugh fine,” There was a flushing sound, followed by running water and Fara opened the door. Fara’s expression was sour, though her outfit only made her look pouty. Rachel and Sarah kept on optimistic smiles. “I just feel so stupid. Wearing pull-ups, in a car seat, drinking out of sippy cups. I just feel like a child.”

“Fara you are not a child,” are not enough of a child yet. “All of these things have explanations, and you’re being an adult by dealing with them.”

“Very well said my pet,” Rachel patted Sarah gently on the head.

“Why don’t you go ahead and put on a pull up now Fara, so you can get a feel for it. You’ll see it’s not that bad, not really worth all this fuss.”

“I guess if I’m going to be in them all day tomorrow,” Fara’s attitude had notably soured since the start of this conversation.

“I do believe I have some pull ups here, enough to last the trip I’m sure,” Rachel said walking to her bedroom, presumably where she kept Sarah’s diapers.

“Cheer up Fara,” Sarah put a reassuring arm around Fara. “You’re probably right. Nothing’s wrong with you, and if it’s stress then this vacation might cure it. It’s just a precaution you most likely won’t even use it.” That was a lie. She would wet her pull-up she would wet many pull-ups after this one until diapers were the only sensible option for her.

“Man can we just not talk about it,” Fara blushed again but Sarah dropped the conversation.

“Ok here you are love,” Rachel held out a plain white pull-up, the only thing written on it were the words front and back in faded blue ink on the appropriate sides. The whole thing was very plain looking, they almost looked like granny panties which wasn’t that far off. Fara lowered her head and took the pull-up and sulked back into the bathroom.

Sarah made a motion to follow her but Rachel put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a stern look that told her to stop. The two had already pushed pretty hard today, and had earned some major victories. They would have their little girl in a car seat, with her pull-up, and drinking out of a sippy cup for all day tomorrow. They didn’t need to push any more or she’d break. They could revel in their progress for now, and look forward to the other changes that were to come.

After a brief moment Fara emerged from the bathroom, no noticeable difference about her save that the pull up that was in her hand were replaced with her white, heart decorated panties that still had a noticeable wet spot on them.

“Well what’s the verdict?” Sarah asked expectantly,

“I may have another brand of pull-up if those aren’t satisfactory,” Rachel offered.

“No Rachel you don’t have to,” Fara spoke quietly. She moved around a little, the short dress gave a momentary peek at the pull up underneath, one that Rachel and Sarah both noticed. “Sarah’s right it’s just like wearing a pad. Can barely even tell.” Fara was mostly telling the truth here. Should could tell. There was a slight bit of padding, and subtle crinkles that only she could here. She could probably ignore them if she didn’t know the source of the noise. It was coming from a pull-up, a pull-up she needed because of her accidents. Every quiet sound and subtle thickness was a reminder of her childish problem. The reminders caused a flutter in her tummy.

When she stopped to think about it though it was mostly mental. The pull-up was barely noticeable, and if she could distract herself from why she was wearing it she may even forget that she was wearing it at all. She could get used to it, but she hoped she didn’t have to.

“See told ya so,” Sarah said playfully hitting Fara in the arm. “And you’ll see. Tomorrow you’ll show up to the cabin dry as a desert.”

“And if you don’t that’s totally ok too,” Rachel offered more support.

“Guys really,” Fara put her hand up. “Let’s just not talk about it ok?” They could tell Fara had grown tired of the topic, but she seemed to be in a better mood than she was in earlier.

“Well then,” Rachel said searching for a new topic of conversation. “Hey let’s look at our route for tomorrow. Maybe there are some attractions we can visit on the way.”