“Are you ok, Jess?” her mother asked. “You seem really distracted this morning.”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m ok. I guess I’m still tired.”
“Perhaps. By the way, Mrs Roberts called and asked if you’d babysit for Amanda again tomorrow evening between 5 and 10 so that she and Mr Roberts can go out to a dinner that his company is hosting.”
At the mention of the Roberts, Jessica felt a pang of guilt at having snuck two of Amanda’s diapers and she wondered if either Mrs Roberts had seen them or, if she had, what she thought of her.
“Sure, Mom, I’ll let her know that I’ll do it,” Jessica replied.
The rest of the meal went by in silence. Jessica tried not to make eye contact with anyone as she ate her waffles and drank her milk. She got up from the table, cleared her place, and tried as nonchalantly as possible to walk slowly up to her room as if nothing were waiting up there for her.
Walking into her room, Jessica stealthily closed the door and locked it. It was the first day of summer vacation. She knelt next to her bed and removed one of the diapers from underneath it. She stared at it in her hands as she felt it and turned it over in her hands. She set it on her bed as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor along with her panties. She grabbed a blanket to lay over her on the bed in hopes to muffle some of the noise. She lay down and spread the blanket over her. She took the diaper and unfolded it, then lifted her bottom so she could put the diaper between it and her bed. She lay her bottom down and brought the diaper up between her legs. It was a little too small for her but she managed to get the tapes onto the front of the diaper. It was extremely snug, but technically it “fit.”
Feeling the diaper against her skin was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. She kept moving her legs to hear it crinkle just like Amanda’s. She was unable to describe the feelings going through her as she lay there in the diaper. She would need to find some to fit her better, that’s for sure, but in the meantime, these would suffice. She got out of bed and walked to her mirror slowly, reveling in each step as her diaper crinkled. The sight in the mirror caught her a little off guard. For some reason, though it made no logical sense, she did not expect that she would see exactly what she’d been dreaming about. She somehow thought that her image of wearing a diaper in a dream would be different from her image of wearing a diaper in real life.