Fara rose with a groan. Her sleep felt unusually long, yet still she woke up unbelievably groggy. Her head felt like mush and she had a bit of a headache. It was due to her grogginess that she had no reaction to the gate being closed, locking her in the bed again. She thought that if she was stuck in there she may as well use her diaper, but she was mildly shocked to find that she was already in the process of wetting it when that thought crossed her mind. Did she just go without thinking about it? She brushed it as a result of grogginess.

True to Rachel and Sarah’s word the diaper held the morning wetting much better than the pull-up did. It took the whole thing with ample room to spare, and didn’t feel as wet as the pull-ups usually did to boot. Fara was not a huge fan that several shapes had faded from the diaper though. She didn’t like the thought of the diaper announcing to everyone that she had wet it.

Fara waited a little longer for Rachel or Sarah to come check on her, but after a few moments of no show she fell back down and went to sleep. She had a strong desire for “real sleep”

She was woken up next by Sarah shaking her shoulder gently through the crib bars. Fara groaned and swatted at her.

“Trouble sleeping?” Sarah asked with concern. Fara groaned in the affirmative. It seems the hypno tapes may have affected Fara’s sleeping. Sarah made a mental not to bring that up to Rachel next chance she got. She reached her arm through the crib bras and stuck her finger inside the leg band of Fara’s diaper. Wet as expected. Fara was too sleepy to protest at the slightly more invasive diaper check. “Well you don’t need a change yet, do you want me to come back later.”

“Whaddya mean no change?” Fara groaned sitting up.

“Well we’re not gonna waste a diaper. That one can hold another wetting, so you don’t need a change yet.” Fara huffed. The downside to diapers holding more was that she would spend more time wet it seemed. Sarah opened the gate and let Fara out. “Why don’t you hang out with me while mistress finishes getting ready? Then we can pick out your outfit for the day.” Fara shrugged and followed Sarah out into the living room. It seems that Fara’s extra nap meant that everyone else was already awake and hanging out in the living room, which consequently means that everyone saw Fara in her nightgown that did a poor job of covering her diaper.

Fara blushed a deep red. Everyone was looking at her, and she knew it was obvious that she was wearing a thick, babyish, and wet diaper. Despite this, no one made a comment about it, though internally they all had to stop themselves from saying anything.

“Oh wait here I’ll fix you a sippy,” Sarah said as she briskly walked to the kitchen. This left Fara standing out among her friends in a wet diaper.

“Sleep well?” Annabelle asked casually, trying to break the tension.

“Well not really,” Fara admitted meekly. “Just couldn’t get comfortable I guess.”

“Sleeping in unfamiliar beds can do that,” Tara hypothesized. “That wasn’t a comment about your bed, just that you aren’t in yours.”

“Here you go sweetie,” Sarah smiled as she handed Fara the sippy cup of milk. “Gave you some milk for breakfast.”

“Thanks,” Fara blushed even harder. She couldn’t believe Sarah said that in front of all of their friends, but it seems like they paid it no mind.

Rachel emerged from her room wearing a bright green dress with a floral pattern.

“Ah there’s my girl,” Rachel said happily. “Come let’s get you ready for the day.” Rachel led Fara back into her room. “There’s a great park we’re all going to today. Not a whole lot of crazy action though, so we don’t have to worry about you needing a bunch of wiggle room.” Rachel mused while she was perusing the outfits. Fara waited anxiously, still a little embarrassed that her friends had seen her in such a babyish diaper, which was wet to boot. Obviously so thanks to the fading shapes.

“Do you think maybe I could get a change?” Fara asked hopefully.

“Now dear we wouldn’t want to be wasteful. You can hold one more, just come get me or Sarah when you do. We’ll be sure to check you too of course. That reminds me we may need a shorter skirt to help with checks. Ah I think this is the winner for today.” Rachel had selected a soft purple dress with white frills. The front of the bodice had some extra stitching in white and the back had some decorative white buttons. The skirt fell just over Fara’s knees and poofed out thanks to a petticoat. It also had a matching purple bonnet which was fairly large, large enough to actually shade Fara’s face. “There you are just a doll.” Fara gave a soft smile.

The two made their way back to the living room to find that everyone had used the time to get ready themselves. No one else had quite as elaborate an outfit as Fara. Most of them had shirts and jeans. Tara and Sarah had romper like dresses.

“All right lets hit the road,” Annabelle said hopping up.

“Jeez take a guess who gets up at 4 am,” Tara rolled her whole head and got up to follow Annabelle.

“I went ahead and packed us some snacks,” Sarah said handing a large handbag to Rachel.

“Thank you dear,” Rachel took the bag. Annabelle and the rest of Echoes were already piling into the car. “Certainly are eager today. Come let’s be off.” Fara grimaced as she followed Rachel to her car, and let herself be strapped into the car seat. She was still wet and still in a diaper, something she’d rather not be out in public in. It seemed as if she would not be presented with an alternative though. She quickly drank the sippy hoping to use the diaper and be back in a pull up soon.

The ride to the park was an uneventful one. When they arrived the girls were a bit surprised at how lively the park actually was. It was having some kind of festival. Small arts and crafts, and food vendors were set up throughout the park and a fair number of people were out and about. Fara grew shy at the large crowd. Not only did she stick out in her Lolita attire, but she had to hide the fact that under her skirt was a wet diaper. Thankfully no one appeared to be the wiser of that fact, though she got plenty of stares on her outfit alone.

Rachel expected some crowd to be here, she knew the festival would be going on today, but even she was surprised at just how large the crowd that had gathered was. It might be too much too fast for Fara, but they were here now so she would have to wing it.

“Here’s another sippy dear,” Rachel absent mindedly handed Fara another sippy cup of water. This one a tad bit more mature than the others, she was concerned that Fara might draw to much attention at to early a stage.

The girls immediately splintered off, each interested in a different vendors, though Rachel Sarah and Fara all stayed together and made their way to a woman who was selling some handmade clothing. Fara browsed the selection, but she did feel a little strange, as the quality of the clothing didn’t come close to matching the Lolita outfit she was currently wearing. She did think some of the shirts were cute though. She wanted to wander off to some other stalls, but she felt weird leaving Rachel and Sarah behind, she felt like she needed them.

“Oh I love that outfit,” The voice of the middle age woman, whose clothes Fara was perusing, shot through the covered area.

“Thank you,” Fara gave a careful curtsey. The moment reminded her of her con days, and oddly fond memories of total strangers taking pictures of her. The only difference was Riley was usually there with her, to keep some of the seedier con goers away. Rachel gave a happy smile to Fara when she heard the compliment. It was different situations, but Rachel had filled that Riley shaped hole in Fara’s mind. She smiled back, and Rachel made her way over to her.

“See how much people love it,” Rachel spoke quietly and the two made their way just out of the covered area.

“Yeah, it definitely reminds me of the con circuit,” Fara smiled. “Less sweaty nerds and no Riley though. I wish she wasn’t being so difficult. She was a big part of why I liked it.”

“Well maybe you can find a new reason to like it? One centered on you and not on Riley.”

“Hmm I guess I’ve never put much stock into how much she mattered before.”

“Worth thinking about if you ask me,” Rachel spun Fara around and lifted the back of her skirt, checking her diaper. Fara blushed but didn’t protest as she had hoped …

“Ok you’re ready for a change now,” Rachel motioned for Fara to follow her to the bathroom. They approached the small two room building that had thankfully been cleaned for the festival. The two were lucky enough to find the handicapped stall open, though given the festival most of the others were filled. Fara was nervous, this was definitely the most public place she had ever changed her diaper, and Rachel didn’t seem to give too much consideration to that. She got the swollen diaper off of Fara and helped Fara into the pull-up like no one was around. To her credit no one seemed to notice. “There is that better?” Rachel spoke as she left the bathroom, chunking the used diaper into a trash can like it was no big deal.

“Yes thank you,” Fara could feel and appreciate the light thinness of the pull-up. She didn’t even notice that Rachel had made her feel thankful for a pull-up, something she was at first averse to.

“There you two are,” Sarah approached Rachel and Fara. “I figured you might be getting changed.” Fara blushed though none of the people around could tell exactly what Sarah meant by getting changed. “Here I got you some funnel cake on a stick,” Sarah handed some doughy balls on a stick to Fara.

“Please try and keep powdered sugar off of your dress,” Rachel chided.

“I’ll try,” Fara cautiously took a bite, spilling only a small amount of powdered sugar on her. The snack was, as advertised, several balls of funnel cake skewered on a kebab. Fara smiled at the tasty confection. Rachel looked at Sarah who gave a nod. Little did Fara know that her funnel cake, as well as the sippy cups she had been drinking were also coated with a powder that would soon fill her with an urge to void her bowels.

“Hey gals,” Annabelle’s voice cut across the crowd as she and Tara approached Rachel, Sarah, and Fara. “Watcha snackin on?”

“Funnel cake on a stick,” Sarah answered for Fara since her mouth was still full.

“Damn give whoever came up with that idea a medal, where’d you get it?”

“That lady back there,” as soon as Sarah pointed out the direction Annabelle was off.

“A.J.,” Tara called after here. “Ugh she’s gone.”

“Can’t blame her,” Fara said mouth full. “These things are great.”

“Chew your food dear,” Rachel reprimanded. Fara gave a glare as she ate the last ball of funnel cake.

“I was gonna go check out this lady’s homemade toys,” Tara motioned in the direction of the stall. “A.J.’s out of commission for a while I can tell. You guys wanna come?”

“Sounds like fun,” Fara wiped off some excess sugar from her mouth. She and Tara wandered in the direction while Rachel and Sarah followed.