Rachel was lying on her bed watching the feed from the tablet connected to Fara’s room. Fara was still asleep and Rachel was eager for her to wake so she could watch as the inevitable happened.

“Still asleep my pet, but she will be awake soon,” Rachel said to Sarah. Sarah was currently shackled above the bed. Her wrists were in leather cuffs that were attached to hard points in the wall just above the headboard by a short chain. She had on a simple black leather collar with a tag and a d-ring, as well as a ball gag tied tightly around her face. She was breathing heavily and her chest was covered in red marks and hickies. “Oh speak of the devil,” Rachel said in excitement as Fara began to stir. “She will need some time before we should visit her. Time enough to get you down and presentable I think.” Sarah muffled out a response through her gag.

Fara began to wake up. Her morning stretch was interrupted when her hand bumped the bars next to her. After a bit of a start she calmed down having remembered what had transpired the night before. She groaned and grabbed her pajamas that were hanging from the top of the rail. She stopped once the shirt was over her head to notice that the door had closed on her. She crawled her way over to it and stuck her hand through the bars to try and fiddle with the latch that was keeping the door secured shut. It seemed simple enough, a simple door latch, she’d operated many like it successfully, but for some reason this one was eluding her. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t get the thing open.

With a huff Fara fell back into the soft bedding. She groaned and placed her hands over her face. Like every morning she woke up, Fara immediately needed to go to the bathroom. Of course her only escape was inexplicably locked leaving her nowhere to go, and her increasingly problematic bladder was bothering her. With a sigh Fara resigned to her fate. She stood up and began to wet the pull-up she had worn to bed, thankful that she had agreed to wear it as it was an easy out for her.

Fara began to grow concerned as she wet the pull-up. She hadn’t wet one this much before and the thing grew full and squishy in a way she hadn’t felt before. She cautiously pressed on it and gasped as she felt a few drops of warm liquid.

“Oh gosh,” Fara gasped audibly and wiped the liquid on her shirt. Thankfully the small few drops were the only leaks. She grabbed the bars in a mild panic. She debated on what to do. She didn’t particularly want to call for help and have the others see her like this, but there wasn’t much choice. As she was about to call for help the door to her room opened.

“Morning,” Sarah said in a chipper mood. Sarah had donned a usual t-shirt and jeans look, the collar was still on her neck but with her attire it looked more like a choker to accentuate her punk rock vibe than anything that would actually be used to control her. “Rachel had a suspicion that you might have trouble with the latch on the crib since you had trouble with the car seat.” Fara blushed.

“Well she was right.”

“I can see that,” Sarah approached the crib latch. “Don’t worry I got you.” Sarah’s comparison to the car seat buckle was apt because this was a similar issue. It was a lock that was designed to be impossible to open unless you knew the secret. In this case the secret was pressing down on the bottom left screw, which was actually a button that allowed the latch to open normally.

“Ugh how do you two make it look so easy,” Fara said annoyed.

“Oh my you sure do need a change,” Sarah commented on the soaked pull-up while also steering the conversation away from the lock complications. Fara blushed and regretted that she forgot to put on her pajama pants. “It’s almost leaking. If you’re going to wet it this much then you need to be wearing an actual diaper.”

“I would have gone to the bathroom but the dumb door was stuck!” Fara shouted back defensively.

“Look you don’t need to get defensive around me I know that confined spaces can be cozy.”

“No it shut by itself,” Fara pleaded.

“Sure thing Fara,” Sarah said with a wink. Fara rolled her eyes. “Let’s go ahead and get you changed mistress will be in soon to pick out your dress for the day.” Sarah began to help Fara out of the used pull-up and into a new one right as Rachel was coming into the room.

“Morning girls,” Rachel said happily. Rachel was wearing an elegant black blouse with a long black dress to match. “I see someone chose to use their pull-up. Good girl. But we may need to move you to diapers if you’re going to use them that much.” Fara gave an angry sigh,

“A bit of a sore spot mistress,” Sarah chimed in.

“Well a discussion for cooler heads then,” Rachel began to open the suitcase with all of the Lolita dresses. “I was thinking we could go to an art museum today.” Rachel picked out a dress for Fara. “It’s a fairly modest venue for your first time out in Lolita attire. I’m sure the others will choose to do something a bit more exciting.”

“I’d rather keep it small thanks,” Fara said as she eyed the dress.

It was a white and pink dress. The top bodice part was a light pink and the skirt was white. There was a large pink bow in the back and the outfit had a white hat to go with it. Fara was nervous about wearing the ensemble out and gulped as Sarah began to help her into it. It was definitely the most infantile outfit yet, a fact Rachel was aware of. She was sure to slowly make the outfits more and more infantile as time passed.

“Relax dear,” Rachel said calmingly. “It’s just clothing, no one should judge you for wanting to be extra beautiful.”

“And if they do it’s not like you have to see them ever again,” Sarah placed the hat on Fara’s head securing it with a hair pin.

“You’re right,” Fara settled herself into the dress more. “It’s just nerves. I’ll get over it.”

“Let’s be off then,” Rachel said happily. “We’ll get some breakfast on the way and then stop for lunch after we’re finished.” Rachel left Fara’s room out to her car with Sarah and Fara following behind.

“You guys off already?” Riley asked from the stairs. She was still in her pajamas looking very much like she had just woken up which she had.

“Best to get an early start,” Rachel said happily.

“Where you guys headed?”

“Breakfast and then to a local art museum. Perhaps we can meet the rest of you for lunch later.”

“Don’t see why not. Nice outfit Fara.”

“Thank you Riley,” Fara chose to ignore the sarcasm laden within Riley’s comment.

“We’ll have to catch up on your adventures later Riley,” Rachel said in a hurry. “Come girls.”

The three made their way to Rachel’s car. Rachel helping Fara into her car seat. It was an uneventful ride to a small fast food place for breakfast. Rachel warned Fara to be careful to not spill food on her dress. She and Sarah were also sure to keep Fara well hydrated for the trip to come. Unlike the car trip though they did nothing to make her go more often as that wasn’t there goal for this particular trip.

“Here we are,” Rachel said happily as she pulled her car up to an artistically shaped building with colorful bricks and an angled roof that made the building resemble the opening of a piano. It was unique but not wholly impressive which applied to most of the art in the building as well. Sarah hopped out and Rachel helped Fara out, fussing with her dress to get the wrinkles from sitting in the car seat out. “Now remember what we talked about dear. It’s better if you just use your pull-up while we’re here instead of looking for a bathroom.”

“Ok ok,” Fara anxiously looked around to see if anyone heard what Rachel had just said. Rachel handed Fara a sippy cup of water and Fara eagerly began drinking it not wanting to continue the conversation. Rachel readied her bag which was full of more sippy cups of water as well as snacks to keep Fara satiated and more importantly wetting her pull-up. They made their way to the front door and purchased tickets, the worker commenting on how nice Fara’s dress was garnering a blush from her.

They all began enjoying the various pieces of art both historic and modern made by the locals. Being an art museum it was a fairly silent affair. Over time Fara became more comfortable in her dress. The few people there only gave her a single second glance, from noticing both her attire and her sippy cup, before moving on. Of course she continued to absent mindedly drink as she enjoyed the artwork. After only about a quarter of the way through the museum Fara had to go, and she found it remarkably easy to just use the pull-up. It was much easier to go standing than it was sitting in the car seat and she had already gotten used to going in the car seat. Fara was surprised at how much she went though, giving a small gasp that Rachel and Sarah picked up on, and after a few moments acted on.

“Sarah please check Fara,” Rachel said seemingly bluntly.

“Hey!” Fara said a little louder than she meant as Sarah abruptly lifted Fara’s skirt to inspect the pull-up.

“Probably needs a change,” Sarah pulled Fara’s skirt back down.

“Try not to fuss so much Fara,” Rachel cautioned. “Since you don’t really have a grasp of when you need changing yet we have to check you often so you don’t leak onto your nice dress.”

“I only went once though,” Fara whined again a little too loudly. “I used them twice in the car.”

“Well that was in the car dear. Standing seems to make you wet more.”

“You know if you had an actual diaper we wouldn’t need to check as often,” Sarah offered. Fara shot her a dirty look.

“Sarah is right, but I won’t force you into them dear,” Rachel assured. “You can stay in pull-ups if you prefer.” Fara huffed at the imperfect resolution. Of course Rachel wasn’t being entirely honest. She wouldn’t force Fara into diapers right now. If things worked as planned though, she would have the leverage to force diapers on her soon enough. “Let’s find you a restroom to change in.” Rachel handed another sippy cup to Fara and walked backwards through the exhibit to the furthest possible restroom. Fara, who had been absorbed with the art, did not notice the deception.

Rachel handed Fara a pull-up from her bag once they were outside one of the single stall bathrooms in the museum and she went in to change like Sarah had shown her on the ride down.

“Do you think we are ready to pull the trigger right now? Move on to the next phase?” Rachel asked Sarah as soon as Fara couldn’t hear them.

“I think so, she’s moving very fast,” Sarah nodded.

“Then pull it we shall.” Fara emerged from the restroom barely missing what Rachel had and Sarah went in after her to use the actual toilet. “All dry?” Fara nodded her head with a blush. Rachel smiled and handed Fara another sippy cup of water.

The museum trip continued, and by the end of it Fara had wet her pull-up again thanks to generous sippy cups and juicy snacks provided by Rachel, only this time Rachel and Sarah neglected to check her. They had a plan in mind to help Fara be more likely to go to diapers so they were willingly neglecting checking her. By the end of the museum Fara was still sufficiently hydrated and still in a soaked pull-up. Rachel only needed a few more moments for her plan to come to fruition. She got her opportunity when the museum curator, a very professional looking man in a brown suit approached her.

“Ah Ms. Wollington I did not know we had a donor among us,” The man approached Rachel cheerily.

“Oh please I’m just enjoying the artwork,” Rachel shook the man’s hand.

“Well as a donor if there’s any piece you want to purchase just let me know.”

“Actually there are a few I would like to ask about,” Rachel turned to Sarah and Fara. “Forgive me girls I’ll just be a moment.” She then continued having a prolonged discussion with the curator about art she wasn’t really interested in buying.

“Wow Rachel really is a big mover isn’t she?” Fara made casual conversation with Sarah.

“Yeah this kind of thing happens every now and then,” Sarah said with a sigh. Sarah had picked up on what Rachel was trying to do and was eager to see if it would work out like she expected. As the conversation went on Fara once again began to wet her pull-up without really thinking about it. Only this time the pull-up did not hold and a small stream began to run down Fara’s leg. This elicited a very audible gasp and groan from Fara and she was unable to stop as the leaking urine made a small puddle on the floor at her feet.

“Oh dear,” The curator said with concern.

“Oh I’m very sorry sir,” Rachel said apologetically as Sarah rushed Fara to a nearby restroom.

“Oh it’s not a problem,” the curator said with a grimace. The Wollington’s were such a big donor that the girl could have exploded and he would still gladly clean it up no questions asked. Rachel joined up with Sarah who was waiting by the bathroom where Fara was undoubtedly changing on the other side of the door.

“Is she ok?” Rachel approached Sarah.

“She’s taking it remarkably well actually,” Sarah knocked on the door. “Mistress is here with your change Fara.” Fara quickly opened the door to grab the new pull up and shut it again.

“I’m very sorry dear,” Rachel was apologetic as she spoke through the door. “Sarah and I will remember to check you more often so this kind of thing doesn’t happen again.”

“Ugh no don’t do that,” Fara groaned as she put the new pull-up on. She wasn’t really thrilled at the concept of having her pull-up checked more often. On the other hand she didn’t really see an alternative except… “Well I do have some diapers if checking is too much of a hassle for you. We would have to check you less often.” Rachel gave an either or fallacy answer to Fara’s predicament.

“No no it’s fine,” Fara said as she slid the new pull-up on. “Sorry I just got a little worked up.” Fara opened the bathroom door and emerged. Rachel immediately began checking Fara’s dress for spots.

“Leaks are bound to happen every now and then,” Sarah said as Rachel inspected her dress. “Especially with pull-ups, but they usually aren’t that bad.”

“Great so this is just a thing I have to deal with now,” Fara sighed.

“Looks like only the petticoat got a little wet which should be fine,” Rachel said smoothing out Fara’s skirt.

“Sorry for causing all this trouble,” Fara sulked.

“Don’t be, we just need to remember to check you more often. It’s not your fault you’re just not used to it yet,” Rachel was smiling. “And don’t you worry about the cleanup, I assure you it’s being taken care of. Now let’s call the others and see about some lunch hmm.” Rachel handed Fara another sippy cup, and Fara gave a slight smile as she started to drink from the sippy cup.