It should have been an easy sell. But as I stepped out of the shower, I sneered at the towel hanging from the hook. Pink and white, with Hello Kitty front and center, the towel looked as childish as I kept telling myself I wasn't. When I'd bought it, I thought it was cute and playful, but now I just felt stupid as I wrapped myself up.
I'm an adult. I live on my own. I have a job and pay my bills.
When I walked back into my bedroom, the smell of urine met me at the door. I wrinkled my nose as I stepped into the room. I opened my underwear drawer and grabbed for the closest pair of undies. But when I pulled out a light pink pair of briefs with a small yellow moon on the front, anger rushed through me.
Why do I even own these?! I looked through my drawer, taking count of all the cute, and childish, undies I owned. I want something without a fucking cartoon on the front!
I finally found what I was looking for in the back of my drawer. Rolled up in a tight ball and completely forgotten was a single black thong. I'd only worn it once, and I didn't really like how the underwear fit, but there was no mistaking the thong for anything childish. I puffed out my cheeks as I grabbed the panties. With a simple white tank top in my hand and a pair of tight shorts, I practically ran out of my bedroom.
Five minutes later and I stood dressed in my living room. I pulled at the thong through my shorts, hating how the cotton material ran between my cheeks, but I wasn't going to change. Not today. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure nothing about my outfit came off as childish. But when I saw my reflection, all I could do was smile.
I might have been petite. I might have been young. And I might even have an air of innocence around me, but right now, I couldn't see it. I smiled wide as I looked myself up and down. I didn't have the largest breasts in the world, but they looked amazing under the tight top I wore. My nipples poked against the fabric, making me feel sexy and naughty at the same time.
I turned around and popped up on my tip toes so I could look at my ass. Small and firm, my rear looked great. In the short shorts, with the bottoms of my ass cheeks playfully peeking out for anyone to see, I felt hot. And thanks to the thong, there were no panty lines to ruin the look of my perfect, perky backside.
The tightness in my stomach disappeared as I turned back towards the mirror. In its place, a rising warmth spread through me. I felt sexy. Confident. Older. I felt like the adult I wanted to be today. And just to hammer home the point, I pulled open the medicine cabinet and spent the next thirty minutes on make-up and hair.
By the time I left the bathroom, I'd never felt better. My hair was teased. My lips were full and pouty, covered in warm red lipstick. My eyelashes were thick and long. My lids were painted with an alluring shade of blue that made my eyes pop. And my naturally rosy cheeks looked even better with a little blush and contouring.
"Fucking nailed it," I told myself as I left the bathroom. "I feel so good right now."
Nothing could stop me. It was nine in the morning on a Saturday. I had the weekend to myself, I looked amazing, and I finally felt like the girl I wanted to be. I was ready to conquer the world. But before I did that, I needed to wash some sheets.
My confidence waned a little as I stepped back into my bedroom. The smell had gotten stronger and it made my stomach fold in on itself. I tried to ignore it as best as I could while I gathered up my sheets and comforter, but with my soiled linens in my hand, the smell wouldn't go away. My stomach bubbled nervously as I thought about what I'd done while I slept.
You can dress up and pretend all you want, but you still wet the bed.
I closed my eyes and took a breath, driving away the negative thoughts. I was an adult. This was an accident. And all I had to do was clean it up.
Before I left my apartment, I grabbed my bag of quarters for the machines. As I slipped on my sandals by the door, I tried to keep myself from looking down. Because right next to my leg was the box that had started all my troubles. And it was wide open.
I managed to get outside without looking down. I smiled to myself as I walked away from my door, happy that I hadn't let the box win. And as I walked towards the laundry, I saw one of my neighbors heading my way. She looked older than I was, but not by too many years. Describing her as anything but gorgeous would have done her an injustice. When I looked at her, I felt something inside of me stir. Nervousness and attraction bubbled up in my gut.
The woman met my eyes. Dark green, with flecks of ruby red running through her iris, her gaze drew me in like a moth to a flame. Her dark hair came down to her shoulders, with two wispy bangs framing her face. Her lips were thick and luscious. And when she smiled at me, deep dimples dug into her apple cheeks.
She's so pretty...
My eyes drifted down, taking the rest of her in. She wore a scarlet top with a plunging neckline that accentuated her swollen breasts. Where I was barely rocking a B cup, her boobs had to be hovering close to a D. Below her ample bust was a taut stomach where her shirt clung to her every curve. The scarlet top gave way to a light absorbing black skirt, which came to mid thigh. Her silky legs looked amazing as she walked, and the three inch heels she wore gave her an air of authority as she came closer.
She intimidated me. As I watched her, seeing how effortlessly she seemed to glide in her high heels and tight skirt, I could tell that she knew exactly who she was. That was how I wanted to feel, but even after dressing up in the most adult clothing I owned, I didn't see myself as an adult. Especially while I held onto my wet bed sheets.
I bet she's never had to wash her pissed on sheets.
As the other woman came closer, I smiled and said, "Hi."
With only a few feet between us, the other woman greeted me with a nod of her head. But as she stepped by, I caught the change in her face. Her nose wrinkled. Her smile faded. And as I kept walking, I felt her eyes on my back.
My heart beat faster and my smile drifted away. She could smell it! My first time meeting a neighbor and I'm holding my wet sheets! Why is this happening?!
My stomach was a ball of hurt by the time I reached the laundry. I crossed paths with two more tenants on the way down, but I didn't greet either of them. I didn't want them to remember me. I didn't want to be known as the girl who wet the bed.
With my sheets in the wash, I walked back to my apartment, shoulders slumped. I looked down at my outfit, and this time I didn't see the sexy ensemble I thought I'd put together. Now I felt like I was wearing my older sister's clothes while I played dress up. And as I walked, I pulled the tank top to my nose, confirming that my shirt smelled just like my sheets now.
I can't do anything right. Why did I think I could make it on my own?
I was so busy moping that I didn't even notice the woman standing next to my door. Not until she cleared her throat as I reached for the handle.
Startled, I jumped backwards. And when I saw the pretty girl with the mesmerizing green eyes looking at me, my cheeks burned brightly. I had no idea who she was, or why she was waiting by my door, but just being near her made my knees weak.
"Who uh, who are you?" I asked nervously.
The woman smiled as she pushed herself off the wall. "My name is Olivia. This used to be my apartment."
Her apartment? I looked back at the door in confusion. There was nothing left behind when I moved in. Why is she here?
I turned back to Olivia. "Can I help you with something?"
She stepped in close, then reached past me so she could turn the knob. As she stared into my eyes, she pushed open my door.
"I had a package shipped here by accident," she said without breaking her gaze. "I just came to pick it up."
My eyes widened as I realized what she was saying. I looked away, peering into my apartment, searching for the box by the door. And when I saw it, my heart beat faster. Because not only was the box still open, but it wasn't where I'd left it.
Olivia's hand touched down on my cheek. With a light touch, she turned my attention back to her. And as my eyes watered, she smiled wickedly.
Wait... She can't... I live here...
But even as my mind grappled with the fact that a stranger was inviting me into my own home, I walked by her, letting her lead me to my sofa. And as she watched me, I sat down with my hands folded in my lap, feeling nervous and wrong as I waited for Olivia to tell me what was going on.
Chapter Four
Olivia closed the door and turned towards me with a look of amusement on her face. She leaned down, showing off her ample cleavage as she reached into the open box by the door. Her hand disappeared inside before the air filled with crinkling sounds from within the cardboard container. I held my breath as I watched her. And as she stood back up, I saw the unfolded diaper from last night rise out of the box.
"What's your name sweetie?" she asked.
My stomach tightened at her simple question. I didn't want to answer her, but I couldn't just sit here either. "Alex."
"Short for Alexandria?"
I shook my head. "Alexia. After my Gram-gram."
"You know it's a federal crime to open someone else's mail right Alexia?" she asked as she looked at the diaper. She refolded it, then turned towards me. "I could call the police. Have you arrested. Should I do that?"
Arrested? She's not serious... But as I looked into her eyes, I knew she was. My pulse raced as I thought about myself behind bars. I couldn't handle it. As quick as I could, I shook my head, sending my hair flying as I fought back tears.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't know what was in the box. I promise I won't tell anyone!"
Olivia glanced at the diaper, then smiled wide as she looked back at me. "Why would I care if you told anyone?"
"Because you have a box of diapers... I mean, it's embarrassing right? That you wear them?"
Olivia's smile grew wider. Then the room filled with laughter. "You think... You think these are for me?"
I nodded, but I didn't feel confident about my answer.
Olivia dropped onto the couch next to me, with the diaper between us. She giggled again as she stared into my eyes. "Oh sweetie, the diapers aren't for me. They are for my clients."
"Clients?" I asked as I tilted my head. I was lost.
Olivia tapped on the diaper. "I'm a professional Mommy. People pay me to put them back into these."
My eyes dropped to the diaper. This is her job... I didn't have words. I just stared at the diaper, taking in the shapes and colors on the plastic.
"No questions for me?" asked Olivia. "You seemed curious enough to go through my things."
"I didn't... It was an accident!" I said quickly.
Olivia smiled. "You accidentally opened a package that didn't belong to you?"
I'm so fucked. What do I do?
She didn't wait for me to answer. With a finger under my chin, Olivia tilted my head up so she could look me in the eyes. "Was opening my box an accident like you wetting the bed last night? Something you just couldn't stop from happening?"
It felt like she knocked the wind out of me. "How do you know about that?"
"Professional Mommy," she said slowly, enunciating each syllable. "The smell of pee isn't new to me. And I've changed more wet sheets than I care to think about."
"It was an accident!" I blurted out, feeling the need to explain myself. "I've never had one before but I had a dream last night and I thought I was peeing and then I woke up and-"
Olivia pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. I don't care. You wet the bed. It happens."
I dropped my eyes as my cheeks turned red. This was all wrong. This was my apartment, not hers. So why did I feel like I had no control here? Why did I feel like I'd be punished for talking out of turn?
Olivia's hand ran across my cheek softly. Lovingly. And when I looked up, she was smiling warmly at me, melting away the uncontrollable nervousness running rampant through my core. I couldn't help but smile back as she stared into my eyes, looking at me with an understanding that I didn't think I deserved.
"Why are you here?" I asked with a whisper.
Olivia's hand pulled away from me, but her smile stayed right where it was. "Well I came to pick up my package. But then I saw you in the hall. And well, curiosity got the best of me."
"What does that mean?"
Olivia leaned back on the couch. "Your door was unlocked, so I took a peek inside. And when I saw my package open by the door, I couldn't help but look around a little more."
"Look around?" I asked, feeling the nervousness in my gut returning quickly. "What do you mean?"
She giggled. "Well, I might have taken a look on your computer. Unlocked just like your door by the way. And I have to say, you have some very interesting internet history on there."
My computer? Internet history? I froze as I realized what she was saying. All the hours I'd spent online yesterday looking at age play sites... She knew about it all.
"You can't just break into my apartment and go through my things!" I yelled as I stood up. I dropped my hands to my hips as I fought against the fear in my belly. "You need to leave right now!"
Olivia didn't move a muscle. She just looked at me as she tilted her head quizzically. She patted the cushion next to her. "Come sit back down Alexia."
"No!" I stomped my foot as I pointed towards the door. "Get out!"
Olivia sighed as she stood up. She took a step towards the door, and for a moment, I thought I'd won. But then she turned. She eyes locked with mine. And with a quickness I wasn't ready for, her hands shot out, grabbing me by the arm before pushing me back towards the couch. I dropped into the cushions with shock on my face. And when Olivia sat down next to me, pinning my legs beneath her, I didn't know what to do. Fear filled my belly as I looked at the woman who wouldn't let me go.
"What are you doing?! Get off! Get out!" I yelled as I squirmed on the couch. "Please! Get out!"
She shook her head. "You're too interesting. I have to admit, I've never been so curious."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Olivia's gaze burned into me. "What did you think about once you found the diapers?"
"Nothing! I threw it back in the box! It was weird!"
She leaned in. "So you just decided to Google all night on a whim?"
"I just... I was curious. I didn't know why anyone would want diapers like that!"
Olivia's hands dropped to my sides. Her fingers curled around my shirt and she slowly slid her hands upwards, gliding along my skin as my top slipped upwards. "Were you imagining yourself wearing one of my diapers? Did you want to try one on?"
I pushed her hands away as my eyes went wide. "No! I swear! Please!"
Olivia sat back. She started laughing. "What were you dreaming about last night? What made you have your accident?"
My cheeks burned brightly as my dreams came rushing back. But I couldn't let Olivia know about my fantasy last night. "Nothing! I don't remember!"
Olivia sighed. "I tell you what, I'm going to tell you what I think happened yesterday, and you tell me if I'm right. And if I'm not, I'll walk out that door and you'll never see me again."
I sagged against the couch. "Fine. But you have to promise to leave."
Olivia nodded. "I think this is what happened. You opened my box, and when you found the diapers, you were confused. You'd never seen anything like them. Is that right?"
I nodded slowly.
She continued. "So, already curious, you jumped on your computer. You looked up the diaper first, but what you found was a gateway into a fetish you had no idea existed. And being the curious little girl you are, you had to keep looking. Had to keep exploring. Page after page until you lost track of time. How am I doing so far?"
My cheeks flushed. I could feel the warmth spread all the way to my ears. As I dropped my eyes, I nodded again. "Good so far."
Olivia's hands dropped back to my sides. Her fingers crawled across my skin, leaving tickling traces behind
. "At some point, you thought about putting on that diaper you found. You wanted to know how it would feel. But you're a big girl. That's what you told yourself. And big girls don't wear diapers. Right?"
She'd pulled my shirt up enough that my stomach was exposed. Now her fingers drifted across my flat belly. She circled my belly button, and drifted lazily down my sides, playing with the waistband of my shorts as she stared into my exposed skin. And all the while, I sat perfectly still, afraid to stop the strange touching going on across my middle. Not because I was afraid Olivia would get mad, but because I couldn't decide whether I liked what she was doing or not.
Confusion washed over me. My cheeks seemed to be a permanent shade of red now, and my whole face burned with embarrassment. But further down, my nipples hardened, pressing against my shirt. My stomach tightened and nervous bubbles ran wild within me. My skin seemed to tingle all over, and between my legs, desire swelled unexpectedly. I bit my lip as Olivia continued touching me. And every time her fingers pulled playfully at my waistband, my breath caught in my throat.
She smiled at me as she ran her hands across my skin. "You like that Alexia? The touch of another woman? The feeling of being wanted? The warmth of my hands against your skin?"
I bit my lip hard, afraid to answer. This was all so wrong. She'd broken into my home. She'd pinned me down and refused to leave. And now she was stirring up feelings I'd never had before. My head felt heavy as I tried to make sense of it all.
Olivia's hand ran across my cheek as she leaned in, with her face only inches from my own. I could feel her breath on my skin as she asked me again. "Do you like this?"
I didn't answer her in words. Instead, I sighed as I closed my eyes. My heart hammered in my chest as my answer drifted out into the air. "Mmmhmm..."
She leaned back. Her hands returned to my stomach. She slid down on the couch, freeing up my legs above the knee. And now when her fingers found the waistband of my shorts, they tugged roughly, inching them off my hips each time she found the fabric.
I lifted my head and watched as Olivia worked. My whole body hummed as I bit my lip. I gripped the couch cushions tightly, trying to keep myself from moving. I had no idea why I was so turned on, but right now, I didn't care. I didn't want Olivia to stop. I wanted the beauty at the end of the couch to finish taking off my shorts, just so I could find out what she was planning to do next.
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