This choice: Put a diaper on right away, wearing it under her clothes for dinner & beyond. • Go Back...Chapter #7Put a diaper on right away, wearing it under he... by: TD514   Cindy grabbed her letter opener as she ran her hands over the plastic advertising where it read: 'Maximum Protection, Day and Night.' Carefully, she cut the packaging opening, retrieving one of the garments hidden beneath.
It was soft, she noted, flipping the item over and over in her hands as if it would disappear if she let go. The whole thing was pristine white, with only a handful of stripped lines across its front; wetness indicators, according to the package. The garment rustled as Cindy unfolded it.
She hesitated as she glanced at her jeans. Her mind ran through all the possible pitfalls that might entail with her mother during dinner. But... she ran her hand over the diaper again, well, those concerns seemed just... a bit less pressing.
Cindy took a deep breath and pushed down her jeans and panties, exposing her pale bare bottom. She'd changed diapers before, babysitting for cousins and tagging along with Hannah for her babysitting service, but as she drew the diaper around her, they seemed just a bit less relevant. As it was, it only took her a bit of struggling to get the front and back to line up perfectly to bring the sides around with her mirror for reference.
The thick core pushed up against her as she pressed the front tightly to her stomach, and the tapes came free with a noisy ripping sound as she pulled at it. She set it in place before doing the same with the opposite side. Just like that, she was wearing a diaper.
"Wow," she breathed, examining herself in the mirror. It was... certainly a sight. Cindy liked to think of herself as fit; she was on the cheer team after all, but... it was jarring to see her lithe frame with the thick bulk of a diaper in place of her panties. She giggled at the sight, the contrast of her shirt and jacket with the infantile garment around her waist. It definitely looked silly, felt just a little bit strange.
But it didn't feel wrong.
The knock on her door brought her back to reality.
"Cindy?" Her mother's voice echoed, and she made a minor note to pray thanks that her mother rarely entered without asking first. "Dinner's ready."
"Right!" she squeaked, voice just an octave too high. Yes, dinner, she had that. She breathed in. "I'll be right there. I was just... changing."
"Right, changing..." Cindy could see her mother's disbelieving gaze. "Well, I've made your favorite pasta, so don't be too long now."
The sound of her mother's footfalls was like music to Cindy's ears. Crossing the room, she reached for jeans. Her movements set off a low crinkling sound as the padding shifted around her as a mini pillow wrapped tightly around her legs. A feeling that only intensified as she pulled her jeans over her diaper. Her diaper. She giggled at that.
She gave herself a once over, taking extra care to ensure her diaper wasn't showing, before opening her door.
The food smelled good, as it always did, but her mother's investigative gaze... less so. Cindy slowed her pace, taking extra care to limit any potential untoward noises as she took her seat, for once missing the presence of her college-bound elder sister.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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