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CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 8 (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-04-18 12:00:03 +0000 UTCAnna's heart began to beat a little faster as Mrs. Florez leaned in closer, terrified about what was about to happen. Had the woman seen through her? Was she going to check in to see if Anna was lying? Had Anna done something that was going to ruin her life both here and back home once her mother heard about this lie she'd told?
"You..." Mrs. Florez started, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly, leaving Anna on the verge of... What? What was she going to do? Run away? She was in a strange country, thousands of miles from anything she knew! All she could really accomplish was standing here meekly and peeing her pants in fear and anxiety, which, she supposed, would help to make her story more believable... She was worried her diaper wouldn't be able to handle it, however, that she would leak and anger the woman further, if she was upset with her in the first place, so she squirmed, squeezing her thighs together to try to prevent it, padding squishing damply, making her feel that much smaller, more helpless.
"Are so adorable!" Mrs. Florez finished with a grin, grabbing Anna in a hug. "I am sorry you have this problem, of course. It is so sweet that you came to me for help, though! I know most parents would think this is strange, but I've kind of missed doing this... I bet that's why your Mommy back home hasn't taught you to do it on her own, because she did, too, and was thrilled to have a baby girl in her house again!"
"I-I know how!" Anna squeaked. It was a huge relief that Mrs. Florez didn't seem mad, or suspicious, in the slightest; this was certainly not the reaction she'd anticipated, and she wasn't sure how to take it. There was definitely something nice about it, yet now she had a new worry: was Mrs. Florez too into this? Was she going to insist on helping Anna with every change?
That should be what she wanted, a fantasy come true... Karissa had done a good job on the plane, but now that they were roommates, it might be a bit awkward to rely on her, to have her as basically her babysitter, or older sister. And if Karissa got sick of it... Well, it would be easier for her to let something slip to the other kids at school if it was something that had grown to be a chore, that she had to do every day...
"Oh, I'm sorry," Mrs. Florez shook her head. "You're not a baby, sweetie! You're a big girl!" Her tone was everything Anna was nervous about, full of condescension that made it clear that wasn't what she thought, that she'd say the same thing to a two year old who had gotten pouty at being lumped in with the eighteen-month-olds, sure, in her mind, that there was a huge difference between them.
"I-I am!" Anna nodded. "I-I'm the same age as Karissa!"
She had never particularly felt like it, in comparison to the taller girl, and she certainly didn't now as the girl's mother slid her pajama pants down, exposing her diaper. "Yes, you are," Mrs. Florez confirmed, barely stifling a giggle. "And you did a big girl job on this diaper! I don't think it could hold one more drop! Can you tell when your diaper is getting full, or do I need to check you?"
"I-I know!" Anna squealed, though, from the look in Mrs. Florez's eyes, she suspected she would be getting checked now and then anyway. "I-It's only 'cause I wore it on the flight, and..."
"Why didn't you change in the airport?" Mrs. Florez asked, eyebrow raising. "I did ask if you needed to go, and if it was this bad..."
"I-It wasn't yet!" Anna fibbed. "I-I went again in the car, so it only got this bad then!"
Mrs. Florez's expression didn't change, didn't seem convinced, but she didn't push it. "Either way, let's get you cleaned up before you get a rash." She gave the changing pad a pat and Anna sat down on it, feet dangling from the edge of the bed, allowing the older woman to whisk her pajama pants off of them, setting them aside while she leaned over the girl and tore open the tapes of her diaper. "Hmm, it might be a little late for that."
"R-Really?!" Anna blushed. One day in diapers, and not even a full one at that, and already she was getting diaper rash! She'd known there was a good chance of that eventually, if she stayed in diapers this whole time, as she planned; she hadn't anticipated it happening right away, however.
"Just the start of it," Mrs. Florez told her soothingly. "If we take care of it now, it shouldn't get too bad. Now, let's see... Surely your Mommy packed you some rash cream..." She reached into Anna's bag without a second thought, Anna opening her mouth to protest a moment late, as her host mother pulled out the plastic bag her damp onesie was in. "What is this?" Mrs. Florez smiled. "It looks precious! Why didn't you wear...? Oh."
Anna wriggled on the bed, wishing she could sink right through it, as Mrs. Florez saw the wet spot, making Anna's claim about being able to tell when her diaper was ready for a change seem even less true. "Is this what Karissa meant by 'spill?'" she asked, Anna seeing no choice other than to nod, watching in horror as Mrs. Florez took out the other plastic bag, the one with her used diaper that she hadn't had an opportunity to dispose of yet. "And this?"
"Y-Yeah," Anna confessed quietly. "I-I had to change myself at the other airport, a-and I..."
Mrs. Florez's expression softened. "I see... You had an accident once you were through security, huh?" Technically, that was true, even if it had happened well afterwards, when she was on the plane, so Anna nodded. "Well, I'm sure you did your best," she said, though, understandably, given the evidence, it was obvious she didn't think much of Anna's best. "I'll teach you to change yourself properly sometime," she promised. "You're a big girl, you should know... But until then, I don't want you to worry about it, okay? If you need a dry diaper, you come to me or Karissa and we'll be certain that doesn't happen again, so long as you pay attention and don't let your diaper get this soggy, all right? That's your job!"
Had Mrs. Florez just forbid her from changing her own diaper?! Had she, as diplomatically as possible, declared that Anna was only mature enough to handle keeping an eye on the fullness of her pants, not to actually do anything about them once she'd used them? Anna shivered and blushed, thankfully right as Mrs. Florez began to run a baby wipe over her crotch. "Sorry! I know, they're a little cold, huh? I should have warned you!"
"N-No," Anna shook her head. "I-It's fine..."
Was it, though? Had she made a mistake, coming to Mrs. Florez? She supposed that depended on whether she wanted to spend her time abroad completely living out her fantasy, or having as much of a normal senior year as possible on top of that... The former might have been fine, had she not been rooming with Karissa, but that added a whole other wrinkle on top of it all. The girl seemed so cool, was surely so popular... How would she react to being stuck living with a little nerd like her who still needed diapers, and was too immature to be able to handle changing them, or taking care of herself, on her own?
Mrs. Florez slid the older diaper out from under Anna's bottom, replacing it with a fresh one. She'd almost forgotten how nice they felt when they were dry, how soft and fluffy... She did feel a bit better about this whole ordeal once she was lain down on it, her backside sinking into it slightly. "So many creams, and lotions, and powders," Mrs. Florez observed as she ran through them all. Anna hadn't known what she would need, exactly, so she'd grabbed anything that sounded like she might use it, and was grateful for it now so that it did seem like her mother had packed her bag for her and ensured she was prepared for anything... Other than changing herself, apparently.
"Sorry," she blushed.
"No, no," Mrs. Florez chuckled. "It's nice... There's something soothing about the whole ritual of it when you have all this, don't you think?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess so," Anna replied, knowing she didn't have time to consider it, that, if her story had been true, she would already know the answer, instead of having to wait and see what she felt, since this was her first time getting a proper change, laying down and not crammed into an airplane bathroom. She had hoped it would be a pleasant experience, at least, and, so far, anxiety over what would happen in the future notwithstanding, she could say that was true.
Mrs. Florez smiled, continuing her work, rubbing various substances into Anna's skin before wiping her hands off and pulling up the front of the diaper, tugging it snugly into place, then taping it there. "Perfect!" she declared, and Anna had to agree, sitting up, knowing it was just her imagination, that it was because of the conversation surrounding the change, yet certain that this diaper had to be bulkier than the others, or fluffier, or something. Or maybe Mommies simply knew how to do diaper changes better.
"Thank you," Anna told her, giving her a big hug that Mrs. Florez returned enthusiastically.
"You are so very welcome, dear," Mrs. Florez said. "You know... Stay right here, okay?"
Anna blinked, confused. "O-Okay," she nodded obediently, though, as Mrs. Florez stepped through her closet door, she did glance over at her pajama pants, lying next to her on the bed. She would have felt a little more secure if she could pull those on, rather than sitting on the bed in only a diaper and t-shirt, but, to be fair, with all the other supplies splayed out around her, it would be pretty obvious what had happened in here either way.
When Mrs. Florez emerged from her closet, pushing the door open, she was carrying a box, and Anna could see a ladder at the back of the small room leading upwards, presumably into the attic. The woman beamed, setting the box down on the bed and opening it up, starting to dig through it. "You are so tiny," Mrs. Florez spoke as she searched, Anna not positive if the words were meant for her, or just the woman thinking out loud. "I bet you could fit into some of Karissa's clothes from when she was little."
"O-Oh, I don't know about that..." Anna squirmed. It did seem very possible, judging by how much larger Karissa was than her now, and she had to admit, she was curious to see what kind of things Karissa wore when she was younger. She wasn't sure she wanted to encourage this too much, to get Mrs. Florez too into the idea of having a little girl to diaper and dress up again, because then, this whole situation could quickly and easily spiral out of her control, if it hadn't already...
"Here we go!" Mrs. Florez took out one garment, giving it a flick, showing off a frilly, pink nightgown with a cartoon character Anna didn't recognize on it. "Karissa used to love this!"
"I-I have pajamas," Anna pointed out.
"I know," Mrs. Florez smiled. "You were in those for most of the flight, though... Wouldn't it feel nice to put on something else for your nap?"
The idea of a nap had seemed reasonable before, even if she had wanted to avoid it if she could; now, it sounded less like something she was doing to recover from her flight, and more like something Mrs. Florez thought she needed in general. She blushed, recalling how Karissa had been clearly doubtful Anna could get by without one as well. "I'm not tired," she declared defiantly, her blush only deepening as she heard how whiny it sounded when it came out, how much it sounded like a toddler on the verge of falling asleep despite their best efforts to avoid it.
"If you say so," Mrs. Florez cooed, sliding her fingers under the hem of Anna's t-shirt and pulling it up over her head. "I'll get these washed along with your little dress there, and they'll be ready for you by tonight, okay? So if you don't like the nightgown, you'll only have to wear it now."
Anna could tell Mrs. Florez didn't want that to happen, that she would prefer she stay in the nightgown, but at least it didn't seem like she was going to force her to, to pick out her outfits for her like she would for a little girl. She hadn't, however, appeared to think anything of stripping Anna down to her diaper and bra without so much as a warning, so it was obvious she wasn't thinking of her fully as a fellow adult, either.
The nightgown did cover her diaper, if not by as much as Anna might have liked. Still, if she was only going to wear it to bed, that hardly mattered, since it would just be Karissa in the room with her, and she was very aware of her padding. And Mrs. Florez was right that it felt nice to be in something other than the clothes she'd worn for so long on the plane.
"So cute," Mrs. Florez beamed. "Now, then, sweetie, there's one more thing I need to know, and then you can go take your nap. I won't be upset either way, it isn't your fault, I'd just like to be prepared. Obviously, you wet your diapers... But does your condition made you go poopy in them, too?"
Anna's face turned as pink as her nightgown, the childishness of the phrasing almost more embarrassing than the question itself. That was definitely something she didn't have an answer for yet, which only added to how flustered she got. She was curious about it, yes... It seemed so much scarier than wetting, however, and she didn't know that she wanted to commit to it now, to have to keep doing it to maintain her ruse when she'd never even tried it, when she had no idea how she would react, what it would really feel like.
But if she said no, if she played it safe, and then did decide to see what it was like... Would that be worse? A messy 'accident' at her age would be quite humiliating, and hard to explain away, other than by claiming her condition was worsening, though that could easily lead to a visit to the doctor, where her whole story would quickly fall apart. If she was spending all her time in diapers anyway, was she going to be able to resist the temptation indefinitely? Did she want to?
Or she could go in between, pretend that it happened every now and then... In a way, that felt nearly more immature than doing it all the kind. Would that mean Mrs. Florez was going to be checking on her for that all the time, as well as ensuring she wasn't too soggy, asking her if she needed to go potty, possibly taking her there herself to help her make it in time?
"It's okay," Mrs. Florez told her. "I don't mind, I promise... Just tell me the truth."
Anna definitely wasn't going to do that... But what was she going to say?!
Should she say...
"Yes, ma'am, I use my diapers for everything"?
"I-I try not to, but I don't always make it"?
Or, "No, I only pee in them!"?
Comments
AJ
I try to but can't always make it
Tim
I love this story. So embarassing. Can't wait for some more humiliation
Usually not much into these non-nonconsensual things, but the reluctance in this makes it very good. And peeing yourself out of fear is always a seller
