Bow Kid is under your blankets and firmly avoiding Moustache Girl’s eyes as she comes back into the room. You try to act cool, slipping into bed next to Bow Kid.
“We didn’t even make it past midnight,” Moustache Girl grouches.
As she gets into your bed too, she plants her face onto the pillow and groans.
“Night,” you say mirthfully.
When she turns her head, her stick-on moustache is hanging on by a slither. You can’t help but giggle. Moustache Girl pouts back.
“Night,” she grumbles back.
Then there is a soft giggle behind you. Bow Kid has dared to look up from her borrowed pillow and has seen the same moustache problem. Her eyes are tinged red but Moustache Girl is distracted enough that she doesn’t notice, instead opting to remove the moustache and leave it at the food of your lamp next to your bed.
Turning back to Bow Kid, you share a small smile with her before sliding deeper into your covers. Your bed is a tight squeeze with three girls, but that’s okay. Glancing the other way, Moustache Girl is already asleep.
“Good night,” you tell Bow Kid, turning back to her.
She gives you a thankful smile in return and you doze off to sleep deciding she’s even more adorable in a nappy.
Something wakes you a few hours later. It’s warm and soft and it takes you a moment to realise it’s Bow Kid, her pretty blue bow slightly askew. She’s on her side leaning slightly on you, one of her arms between you. It’s what woke you. It’s no uncomfortable, but the contact on your belly is a new experience.
After a few moments you lift her hand and Bow Kid lets you drape it over your waist. She makes a pleasant sigh as she snuggles in closer. I seemed right, so you put your own arm over her and snuggled even closer. You notice how the fabric of Bow Kid’s pyjamas seems to glide under you hand though and you realise it’s the plastic of her nappy.
It’s a strange feeling under you fingers before you remember you should be prying, let alone with your fingers. But you can’t back out of this, you’re cuddling Bow Kid and she would like you to keep cuddling her, so you move you hand slightly higher and settle in to go back to sleep.
As you do so you notice the second thing: Bow Kid is bulging slightly. You can feel the soft mass at hip level pressing against you; Bow Kid’s nappy is bulging .
She seems relaxed and comfortable enough to hug you in her sleep, but despite that her nappy is soaked. Instead of disgust though, you mind turns to… jealousy? You realise then that it sounds nice; Bow Kid doesn’t have to worry about the loo at night, she doesn’t have to be woken by her bladder telling her to get out of her warm bed and head to the toilet, and…
You remember earlier and wonder if your mum put the nappy on Bow Kid. Was it like a baby nappy that needed to be taped up, or was it a pullup that she could do herself? Would it… be nice for mummy to look after you like that?
There’s a small hesitancy as you ask yourself your next question: would you… like to be in a nappy too?
There’s a mixture of fear and happiness inside you. It sounded nice to not have to worry about the loo anymore, to be able to keep playing adventures as long as you liked without potty breaks, to be looked after by mummy. At the other end, what would mummy think of you if you still wore nappies? Would she treat you like a baby? Tell you you can’t have adventures? What would Moustache Girl think of you?
Then another thing occurred to you: did Bow Kid like it? Maybe Bow Kid liked being in nappies at night and looked after, or maybe she hated it? Did she wish she didn’t need them?
It was getting hard to think, so you closed your eyes for just a moment, and the next think your realised was it was light outside.