Jinny let out a sigh once the jeans were clear of her ankles. She relaxed, and waited for Brie’s next move.

Again, Brie went for Jinny’s waist, but this time, she intentionally avoided eye contact. Focusing only on the lavender panties, she tugged them quickly down the older girl’s legs; tossing them on top of the crumpled jeans. With each step, she gained confidence. Now grabbing the diaper, she turned back to the teen.

Jinny stared silently at the ceiling. She had once wondered what it felt like to wear a diaper; never once considered that she might actually get to find out. Nevertheless, here she was, about to be diapered by an eight year-old.