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CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 2 (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-01-18 13:00:04 +0000 UTCAnna nibbled her bottom lip, glancing around the airport deviously. This might be a silly decision, but she just couldn't help herself... After all this time, she wanted to get into her diaper as soon as possible, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
She couldn't hide her grin as she got closer and closer to the bathroom, fingers tightening around the handle of her carry-on bag, ready to rip it open, dig through it, get out her new underwear. It almost felt like that was what the world wanted for her, too, because once she got to her destination, she found it largely empty.
Not entirely, of course - in an airport, she hadn't expected to have that much luck - but there were only a few other women that she could see in there, and plenty of stall doors open, including multiple ones where she could peer in and see changing tables folded into the wall. "Oh, my God," she squealed, hardly able to believe her luck, though she hadn't intended to say it out loud, earning herself a strange look from one of the few people there as she walked past, wiping off her hands, tossing the paper towel she was using in the trash can by the door.
Anna blushed, couldn't quite bring herself to assure the woman that everything was okay, that it had been a happy, 'Oh, my God,' and not an upset one. Then again, she probably didn't have to... There was definitely a giddiness to her voice that conveyed the first quite well in and of itself. It was, she assumed, why the woman hadn't bothered to check to see if Anna was all right. Who knew what she thought had gotten Anna so excited... Anna didn't even know what she would have answered if asked about what had caused her reaction.
Definitely not the truth, that was for sure. Stranger or not, she wasn't about to start her trip out by immediately announcing that she was quivering in anticipation at the idea of not only getting to put herself in a diaper, but do so at a changing table. She doubted she was going to use the table; just having it there, next to her, however, was good enough for now.
She didn't even have to feel guilty about it, since there were several others open, should any mothers need them to perform 'normal' diaper changes. If there had been one, she might have passed on it, or snatched it up and moved more quickly so she wouldn't take it up for too long, and risk having whoever actually needed it see her walk out, question what she'd been doing in there. Now, unless a whole flight full of just young mothers touched down in the next few minutes, she'd likely be fine.
It made sense, she supposed, that there would be so many available. The bathroom itself was bigger than she'd expected... She hadn't put too much thought into it, though, in the back of her mind, she'd been assuming it would look like the bathroom at the local grocery store, or something. Of course that wasn't the case... With so many people coming and going at all times, they wanted to be able to accommodate as many of them as possible without making them wait and potentially be late for their flights.
Sliding into the furthest stall with a changing table, she pulled the door shut behind her, locked it, double checked it, then pulled the table down out of the wall, running her hand over the plastic surface, naughty fantasies overwhelming her for a moment or two, imagining being lifted up and set on there, having somebody else there to undress her, yanking off her pajama pants and panties and replacing them with a big, thick, fluffy diaper... A part of her wondered if there had been something she could say to that woman she'd passed to annoy her enough to prompt her to do that...
She probably shouldn't involve strangers in her fantasies, she knew, but she couldn't help how hot it was to her. It also, admittedly, would have been far more convenient... There was a chance the women knew how to change diapers, after all.
It wasn't that Anna didn't, not exactly... She'd done a bit of babysitting here and there, although very little for anyone small enough to still need diapers. She almost wished her mom had married Doug earlier, while Max was still a toddler, so she could have gotten more experience with him. He would have been cuter that way, too, and surely less annoying... Knowing Doug, however, she would have been expected to sit for Max for free, just because they were family.
So, she did know the basics, even if they might be a tad rusty by now. Doing that on herself was a whole other story. She regretted not practicing at home, but she knew that would have been a bad idea, and practically begging to be caught.
Now, though, she had to hope she remembered what she was doing, and could do it well enough to avoid any leaks. That was the last thing she wanted... Especially since she was going to be telling her host family that she needed her diapers, that she had to be in them at all times, which should have meant that she was used to this, that she was an old pro... If she had too much trouble, however, maybe she'd say it was a recent development.
She'd considered a few other possibilities, but this seemed the best. She could have attempted to keep them secret, and that would have been the safest strategy... She might as well be back home, then. She'd probably be a bit more daring, away from everyone she knew... She didn't know what the living arrangements would be, exactly, if she'd have a good opportunity to wear on a regular basis without getting caught.
She'd also pondered, briefly, going all out, being totally open about her diapers, and pretending that was something that was totally normal back home. It had been a fun thought, one that could have given her the freedom to make up all sorts of things... It was, she'd decided, something that worked better in fantasy, rather than reality. If anyone got too curious about the customs of her homeland, and why they'd never heard of them before, a few Googles would reveal she was lying.
So going with a lie, but a smaller one, felt the most reasonable. She'd have the chance to wear all she wanted, and, unless somebody was dedicated enough to search through her medical history, they couldn't easily disprove her. The school nurse might, though she hadn't really planned on bothering the nurse with this if she could help it... And even if she did, she could fall back on the idea that this had started recently, and she hadn't told the school, or just said those files must have gotten lost in the shuffle.
Either way, there was no nurse here, at least not that she knew how to get a hold of, or would have been willing to ask to diaper her. This was all her... As much as she loved having the changing table there, and being able to use it to set her bag on so she could rustle through it and pull out her diaper, she was pretty sure actually using it herself would be too hard for her first time. She was used to putting her underwear on when she was standing up now, after all.
But these weren't underwear, were they? Not in the traditional sense, what she normally wore... She blushed, staring at the diaper as it sat on the changing table, with its generous padding, its babyish designs... This was really about to happen, at last... She almost couldn't believe it, though there was no denying it now, seeing it there, all folded up, waiting, ready for whatever toddler happened to need it... Which was, in this case, her. She was the toddler.
She pulled off her pajama pants, heart pounding, draping them over the edge of the table, then glanced down at her panties. This was it... To bolster her decision to commit to her story, this was the only pair she had with her, or that was in any of her luggage. She'd have to buy more before she flew back, of course; she'd have to buy more diapers, too, since she only had the one pack's worth tucked away, a few in her carry-on, the rest at the very bottom of her suitcase.
She'd chosen an old pair of underwear, ratty, a few holes developing where the cloth was starting to separate from the waistband, so she wouldn't feel guilty about what she was going to do next. She slid them down, cheeks burning despite the privacy of her stall, tapped her toe on the button to open the garbage can there, wrinkling her nose at the odors that hit her when she did. It was no surprise that it had been used as a diaper pail - it was its main purpose, being placed in this stall specifically, no doubt, but that didn't make it smell any better. All it did was ensure that once she did this, there was no way she was going to back out, no way she was going to fish through the contents of the garbage to get her panties back.
Was this a good idea? It had definitely felt like it, in the abstract, when it was a fantasy and not her life for the next few months. Maybe she'd taken it all too far... Maybe she should get rid of her diapers instead, have her host family take her to the store as soon as she touched down to buy some new, more appropriate, underwear... It was only in her mind, so far, that she'd committed to this plan. She could stop now.
The panties fluttered downward, landing among the folded up diapers, mostly on top of them... Until she moved her foot, letting the lid close before giving the side of the can a nudge or two, moving its contents around, surely burying her undies for good. She let out a giggle, both excited and nervous, and turned back to the changing table, to her diaper.
She unfolded it, feeling it crinkle, squeezing it between her fingertips to take in the bulk of it. It was so thick, so infantile... And now, it was what she was going to be wearing, what she supposedly needed. Her breath caught for a moment as she pulled it up between her legs, as the padding brushed against her privates, though it was short-lived when she realized she didn't have enough hands to hold it there and open up the tapes at the same time, at least not in any way she could work out.
Had she screwed up? That was, of course, her first instinct, an instant regret at disposing of her underwear already, before confirming she knew what she was doing with the diaper. After a second, however, it dawned on her that there was an easy solution staring her in the face... And one that was so much better.
She nearly couldn't contain herself as she spread the diaper out, climbing up on top of it and plopping herself down. She winced momentarily, terrified the changing table was going to break and send her tumbling to the ground, but it showed no signs of struggling to hold her, which she supposed, as petite as she was, was no big surprise. She'd thought the changing table would make it more difficult; instead, it was simpler, having something solid beneath her to hold the diaper in place. If she'd tried to diaper herself like she would a baby, lying down, then maybe it would have tripped her up. Sitting up, though, it wasn't too bad figuring out how to pull the front and the back up and tape them together, now that she didn't have to worry about gravity.
And, whether she'd used it 'properly' or not, flat on her back or sitting up, being able to use a changing table to put on her first diaper was still an extra thrill. She couldn't stop giggling, sitting there when she was finished, looking down at herself in her shirt and diaper, feet swinging beneath her. She really was such a baby... And that was how she was going to stay, until she got back home, anyway.
She loved it so much, she couldn't resist pulling out her onesie, too, shedding her t-shirt and putting that on. She had to hop back off the changing table to snap it up around herself. There was no hint of looseness now, like there had been the first time she tried it on, the diaper filling it out nicely, the onesie, in turn, holding the diaper snugly against her in an incredibly comforting, babyish way.
She'd thought about putting her pajama pants back on over it, as weird as it might look as a combination, but once she got a glimpse of the onesie, of the adorable way she saw the diaper peeking out, she knew she had to keep going, to put the skirt on, too, then finish it all off by replacing her sneakers with another pair she'd bought and slipped into the bottom of her carry-on, ones that were pink, and fastened with Velcro.
It was almost a shock to open the stall door, to see her reflection in the mirrors over the bank of sinks facing her. There was no way the little girl toddling out of there could be her, could be a high school senior... And yet, she kept getting bigger in the reflection as Anna approached, her hand reaching out to touch Anna's in disbelief, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.
Stepping out of the bathroom was different, however, when suddenly there were a plethora of other people milling around, all of whom, she was certain, were staring at her, judging her, able to tell, immediately, how old she really was, and how strange she was to go out in public dressed this way. She ducked her head, tried to ignore it as she hurried to her gate and found a seat, diaper crinkling beneath her as she sat in a quiet corner by herself.
She was worried, at first, when she saw somebody sitting down close to her, but the smile the older woman gave her when Anna glanced up at her made her feel better. "Hello, dear," the woman said. "Aren't you sweet?" Anna blushed bashfully. "What are you doing here all on your own? You aren't traveling by yourself, are you?"
A wave of relief washed over her. Maybe it had been her imagination before that everyone had been able to tell the truth about her. "Uh-huh," she nodded.
"What a brave girl, going on such a long flight by herself," the woman replied. "Your parents must be so proud." Anna struggled to hold back a laugh at that, at what her mom and Doug would say if they could see her now. "How old are you, dear? What grade are you in?"
That, Anna thought, was a good question. It was another thing she'd pondered while thinking about what she wanted her time as an exchange student to be like. This was a perfect time to test it out, too... She could tell the truth, though it might make her seem less impressive to the woman, being on her own when she was an adult.
She'd also considered another lie, to go with her story about needing her diapers. She'd always thought it would be fun to be seen as a prodigy, someone younger who had skipped a few grades... She felt like that already, at times, given her size, except that most of her classmates had known her since they started school together. The students at her new school wouldn't know any better, however...
Or, if she wanted to push it a little further, she could try to pass as someone even younger... It might take some fast talking, when she reached her destination, some explanations about how the grades didn't line up perfectly, so there had been a misunderstanding... That, in reality, she belonged in a much lower grade than she was actually in. She didn't know what she'd do when she got home, and her school wanted to see her transcripts, but she could try to blame that on the exchange program, too... How far could she go? How young of a student would the exchange program take?
But which should she do? Sitting there in her diaper and onesie, she was eager to try something else, to take some risks, though she knew she shouldn't go too overboard, or she might regret it later. She didn't have to stick with whatever she told this woman... Unless it went very badly, however, she probably would.
What should she say?
"I'm eighteen, and a senior!"
"I'm fifteen, and a senior!"
"I'm twelve, and I'm in seventh grade!"
Or, "I'm nine, and I'm in fourth grade!"
And should she...
Use her diaper as soon as she can?
Hold it as long as she can?
Or use the bathroom on the plane and wait until she touches down to try her diaper?
