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CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 4 (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 13:00:11 +0000 UTCWas Karissa offering just to be nice? Anna paused for a moment, before realizing she was standing up, giving everyone a good view of the wet spot on her clothes, recognizing that, because of that, she was going to have to make a choice in a hurry if she didn't want this to get even more humiliating, assuming that was possible at this point.
Karissa easily could have said nothing, let her pass by and waddle off to the bathroom on her own. In fact, Anna had so thoroughly assumed that was what was going to happen, the words had taken her by surprise. The girl had already given herself an assignment to help Anna with, after all, though it was one that could be simply passed off to Doyle. Karissa didn't owe Anna anything more than that - or that, in all honesty.
If this had taught her anything, however, it was that watching videos and dreaming about diapering herself weren't all it took to be able to do it properly. She needed someone else to help her with it... Karissa was absolutely not the person she would have picked, were she doing so, but it was certainly better her than Doyle.
Speaking of Doyle, he broke her out of her faze, handing her bag down. Anna's face flushed, feeling his eyes on her, own her crotch, sure he saw now what the wet spot looked like, realized what it was, since it wasn't a drink spill. She lowered her bag quickly, holding it in front of herself, despite knowing it was far too late, as she turned back to Karissa, hardly able to believe what she was about to say.
"C-Could you?" she asked quietly. "H-Help me?"
Karissa's eyes widened ever so slightly, as if she hadn't expected that response, shifting in her seat, glancing up at her boyfriend. "Yeah," she said finally, after a long, awkward second of silence. "Sure thing."
Anna toddled past her, waiting in the aisle for the other girl to stand up, whispering something to Doyle before stepping in behind Anna, ushering her up the aisle, towards the bathroom. It was her first time standing up next to Karissa, seeing what a difference there was in their heights, which made her feel very much like a little girl with her babysitter, rather than a high school senior, an adult - technically, anyway - next to one of her peers. She ought to love that, and how it fed directly into her fantasies, but, at the moment, it was almost too much for her.
The bathroom was tiny, especially with the two of them jammed in there, the bag between them. They stood there briefly, Anna too nervous to move on to the next step, until Karissa spoke up. "So, uh... What do you need help with?"
Anna gazed up at her, squirming in discomfort as her eyes flicked over at the mirror, at her own reflection, comparing herself to the other girl again. It wasn't too late to back out now... However, she had only one more outfit, and if she leaked again... She groaned, imagining having to toddle her way out of the bathroom in just a diaper and t-shirt, every other bit of clothing she had with her wet and stuffed into her carry-on.
Wordlessly, she opened up her bag, rifling through it to find a diaper and pulling it out, holding it out to Karissa. She'd assumed, from the start, that Karissa knew what she was wearing, that she'd had some sort of sixth sense about it, but if that had been the case, she was doing an excellent job pretending otherwise now.
"W-Wait, are you wearing..?" she asked, barely containing a giggle, staring down at Anna. "Oh, that makes so much sense! I thought the leak looked weird, but I couldn't quite place it... It's been so long since my little brother was in diapers, I forgot!"
Before Anna could change her mind, Karissa took the offered diaper, turning it over in her hands, the mere sight of it there making Anna a bit weak in the knees. "You are so lucky," Karissa muttered, shaking her head.
Anna blinked, taken by surprise. "I-I am?"
"I mean, I'm not shocked or anything," Karissa shrugged. "Girl clothes in general are cuter than boy clothes, but these are way more adorable than any diapers that brat ever wore."
Of course, in this instance, it wasn't unreasonable to assume 'adorable' meant babyish, that Karissa was saying her diapers were even more infantile than those that belonged to an actual baby. Anna did love that about them, though she had to wonder if, perhaps, she should tone it down a bit whenever she bought her next package, especially if she was going to let anyone else see her diaper, or help her change. If she wasn't going to trust herself to pretend to be younger than she was, it might be hard to pretend she genuinely needed these things, as opposed to wanting to wear them, if she was voluntarily picking out ones that looked that immature.
"I-I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"Huh?" Karissa blinked. "What for?"
Anna wasn't even sure, although it had felt like the right thing to say. "I-I dunno," she blushed. "I-I just... I-I'm not very good at putting them on myself, and... I-I didn't mean to bother you, but..."
"No, no," Karissa assured her. "It's fine. I needed to get up out of that seat for a minute anyway. Now, are you also not very good at getting undressed?"
Anna shook her head. "N-No, I'm good at that!" she exclaimed, wiggling out of her skirt to demonstrate. "I do it all the time!" Her blush deepened, realizing how that could sound. "T-To change clothes, not... I-I don't mean..." No matter what she said, it seemed she was digging herself further into a hole. She didn't want to pretend to be a slut who took her clothes off all the time; she didn't want to admit to being a virgin, who had never done so in front of other people at all, however, not directly, not without a locker door to hide behind.
"Calm down," Karissa told her. "It's all right. Just breathe."
Anna nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked down at her onesie. It was definitely soaked... Whether Karissa had recognized what it was or not, she couldn't say, though once she started to undo the buttons, there was no way she wouldn't. And it was one thing to let Karissa see one of her diapers on its own, folded up... It was another altogether to reveal the one she was wearing, and had thoroughly used.
But if she was going to get cleaned up, and changed, she was going to have to do it eventually. She sighed, reached down, popping open one of the snaps, and then another, working her way across before, holding her breath, she slid out of the onesie, standing in front of Karissa in just her leaky diaper, Velcro sneakers, and pink bra that felt more like a training bra than the real thing, especially now, staring up at the other girl.
It was almost a relief to find Karissa wasn't staring back, that she had picked up Anna's bag and was digging through it, taking out the little bottles of powder and lotion Anna had packed, setting them next to the diaper on the tiny counter. "Here," she said, handing off the travel pack of wipes she'd found.
Anna took them, gulping as she returned her gaze to herself, to her diaper. Part of her wondered if she should have asked Karissa to wait outside for this part... But what did it matter? If Karissa was going to help her put on the new diaper, she'd see everything anyway. She winced at the sound of tearing when she grabbed one tape and gave it a pull, signalling to her there was no going back now, the diaper dangling heavily forward, threatening to slide down her legs with one side undone before she caught it to undo the other tape so she could take it off more gracefully, setting it down, feeling incredibly bashful now, mostly naked, as she cleaned herself off.
She was glad Karissa hadn't insisted on doing this part herself, though that meant she used probably more of the wipes than she needed, wanting to be thorough, and stalling to brace herself for what was going to happen next. Finally, however, she knew she had to stop, or she wouldn't have any left for any possible future changes she might need before landing, so she clumsily bundled the diaper up, wipes in the middle, and stuffed it into the trash guiltily, knowing she wasn't leaving much room for anyone else to throw anything else away.
"So," Karissa announced when Anna was finished, acting, as best she could, like nothing had happened, "I'm thinking the toilet is the best option."
"Huh?" Anna tilted her head. Was Karissa telling her that she ought to use the toilet from now on? She wanted to spout out her cover story to explain why she couldn't do that, how she needed her diapers, but, considering how her first time using her diaper had gone, she wasn't sure Karissa didn't have a point, that she should maybe leave this until she was on solid land again.
"There's not really anywhere else to sit you down," Karissa continued. "So, I think the toilet will have to do." She set the diaper down on the closed lid, giving it a pat.
"O-Oh," Anna nodded. "R-Right." Obediently, she sat down on the waiting diaper, looking up at Karissa as she opened up the bottle of lotion, squirting some onto her hands, rubbing it around... Anna prepared herself as best she could, pretended there was nothing unusual about this... If she had trouble getting her diapers on by herself, most likely somebody else did this part, too, so she had to act as if she was accustomed to the sensation of somebody else touching her down there, massaging the lotion into her skin, even though that was definitely not the case.
"Whoever changes you normally must do a very good job," Karissa commented as she finished, washing her hands off and drying them before picking up the bottle of powder. "I don't see any signs of diaper rash at all!"
"Y-Yeah," Anna replied, almost woozy from humiliation, and exhilaration, all wrapped up into one. "I-I'm really lucky..."
There was no denying how mortifying this was, yet she did believe what she had said... Having someone like Karissa, someone so pretty, who seemed like she had to be so very popular, who had such a hot boyfriend, someone who, at her old school, would probably barely bother to look at her, helping her do this, and not making fun of her while she did, felt nearly unbelievably lucky.
"Well, I hope I don't mess it up for you," Karissa said. "I'm a bit out of practice..."
She was either being modest, or it was like riding a bike, because there was nothing clumsy about what came next, about how snugly she pulled the diaper around Anna, or fastened the tapes, so much easier, and better, than Anna had, giving Anna another reason to feel tiny and helpless in comparison. "There we go!" Karissa declared, helping Anna off the toilet. "All done!"
Anna wouldn't have thought it possible, but she felt even more babyish now, wiggling her bottom, seeing how it hugged her and moved with her properly, just knowing that someone else had put it on her. She couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around Karissa gratefully with a sincere, "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," Karissa chuckled. "I can't imagine how tough it must be, traveling on your own at your age, and having to deal with... that... too."
Anna blushed, getting confirmation that, indeed, Karissa did think she was younger than her. Was that why she'd offered, and agreed, to help? She supposed she shouldn't complain about it now... After all, she wasn't going to see the girl again after they got off the plane.
"Yeah," she replied simply, quickly grabbing the clothes she'd arrived to the airport in out of her bag and putting them on before taking out one of the bags she'd brought to put used diapers in if she needed to and stuffing her wet outfit into it. With the diaper bulging beneath them, the pajama pants and t-shirt made her feel nearly as childish as the onesie and skirt, like a bedwetter, having just been gotten ready for bed by her babysitter, making the trip back down the aisle to their seats hardly any better than the one to the bathroom had been.
A flight attendant was just draping a seat cover over Anna's seat when they arrived, Anna standing back and watching as the woman finished up, gathering her cleaning supplies so she could leave, giving Anna a smile when she saw her, making it clear she knew which of the two girls waiting there had been in that seat, who had left that wet spot. The cover rustled beneath Anna's bottom when she sat, but at least it was dry, she told herself.
She couldn't concentrate on her movie after that, squirming and fidgeting in her seat, now having to be sure to tug her PJ pants up every few minutes to keep them from sliding down, exposing the waistband of her diaper. Karissa, of course, knew what they were, and she had no doubt the girl would tell Doyle eventually, though hopefully not until they were all off their plane, and headed in their separate directions.
Part of her wanted to fall asleep, to make the time pass faster, but she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her pants that way, and she was too worked up by now anyway. Inevitably, she had to pee again, and she didn't feel like she had any choice other than to use the diaper after having Karissa put her in it, not unless she was going to ask Karissa to help re-fasten it, which she definitely didn't plan on if she didn't have to.
It was much better this time, that same sensation of growing warmth and squishiness with none of the leakage, the diaper holding strong... And making her feel even more like a bedwetter. She wiggled in her seat, pressing her thighs together, daring to give the padding a poke, both reveling in the babyish feeling of it all, and making sure it seemed like it could take some more, like she didn't need another change.
At last, the pilot made the announcement that they were getting ready to begin their descent, and Anna was happy to buckle her seatbelt and wait it out, eager to get off this plane, to put all this behind her, to start fresh. It wasn't quite how she'd envisioned it, but she was determined to make the rest of her trip great, now that she had this experience over with. She knew now she either had to get much better at changing her own diapers, or be very open about them to at least the mother of her host family, to let her give her a hand with them.
Doyle got her bag back down for her, and Anna took it, saying, "Thank you," to both him and Karissa, who bent down to give her a hug.
"Be careful out there!" Karissa warned.
"I will!" Anna promised, hurrying off, leaving the other two to get their own luggage out. As nice as they'd been, she was glad to be seeing the last of them, no matter how scary it was making her way through the airport by herself, grabbing her suitcase, going through customs, and heading to arrivals, hoping her host family was going to be there.
Sure enough, after a minute or two of searching, she saw a family waiting there, holding a sign with her name on it, a nice looking couple with a younger boy. Anna blushed slightly, double checking her pajama pants, then made her way over, feeling a wave of relief as she saw their eyes widen, smiles forming on their faces at her approach, seeming excited to see her, starting to rush over...
And past her, of course; how would they have known what she looked like, when she hadn't known the same about them? She turned to see where they were going, cheeks burning, head spinning as she saw them greet Karissa, enveloping her in a giant hug.
There was no way, she thought, heart pounding in her chest. This couldn't be happening... Of all the people she could have been sat next to on the plane, who she'd had to turn to for help... It was definitely Karissa, however, Doyle standing back, watching politely, meeting Anna's eyes for a moment and giving her a wave she was too stunned to return.
"It's so good to see you!" Karissa's mother told her. "Now we just have to wait for Anna to get here, and we can get you all home!"
Anna wanted to sink into the floor, to run away... But where would she go?! She was in a foreign country, a place where she didn't know anyone... Except, of course, for the girl who had changed her diaper on the plane, who she was now going to be living with, going to school with...
"Th-That's me," she said quietly, stepping forward. "I'm Anna." She felt everyone's eyes turn towards her, but especially Karissa's, which were instantly filled with confusion, and then bemusement, putting it all together, realizing how wrong she'd been in assuming the age of the girl next to her. Anna squirmed, meeting Karissa's eyes sheepishly, trying to beg her silently to not say anything. But would the other girl understand?
Will Karissa...
Tell her family about Anna's secret?
Say nothing to her family, but tell her friends?
Tell everyone?
Or stay quiet... For now?
Comments
christian hunter
This is interesting, I'm worried about the little brother. Will he laugh at Anna?
Bashful Baby
I reckon she should tell her family. That'd be the responsible thing to do
