One Little Lie - Part 5 (Patreon)

Reality, April found, was far different than her fantasies. As much fun as she had, pretending she was in elementary school, and being put back into diapers for school, it wasn't nearly the same as being a college student, walking to her first class, constantly terrified someone would spot the Goodnites peeking over her shorts.

She had no idea how many people did... She kept her head down as much as she could as she rushed across campus, since, whenever she glanced up, she was positive she saw somebody looking at her, smirking, or outright giggling... She tried to keep her clothes pulled as much up and down as they would go, which just tugged her Goodnite tighter against her, reminded her all the more what she was wearing, and why... And it never took more than a step or two for everything to start to move back, potentially exposing her secret again.

Suffering through one class that way was bad enough, the slick, plastic seats making it feel even harder to keep her shorts up as high as they needed to be. If she'd been early, she could have sat at the back of the room, and not cared as much, but she'd barely made it at all, so there were rows of other students behind her to possibly see her shame.

Her second class would be way worse... She had a couple friends taking it, as well. She knew some of her classmates from the first one, but never really spoke to them outside of class, so it was ever-so-slightly not as bad if they spotted her padding... If her friends did, that was a whole different story.

She decided to text them all, tell them she wasn't feeling well and hadn't come in that day. It was an easy enough lie to perpetuate, she thought... Her car wasn't there, after all, so they couldn't spot it, and if she retreated to the library and hid in the stacks, up on the top floor, there was little chance they'd stumble across her.

That was exactly what she did, spending the rest of her day huddled up, sitting on the floor in the far corner, playing on her phone, jumping any time she heard a noise... And trying to work up the courage to sneak back down to the first floor, where the bathrooms were, once she started to feel a fullness in her bladder.

Her friends would probably have no reason to come to the top floor - few people did - but the main floor was a different story... There were printers there, which they often used for the professors who still insisted on physical copies of assignments, and comfy chairs for breaks between classes... There was no guarantee she wouldn't run into one of them, and be bombarded with questions about why she was there when she'd claimed she stayed home, and chances for them to spot her Goodnite.

It was safer, in the end, to let go, allow her Goodnite to handle it. She blushed, squirming as she felt it swell up slightly under her, as she nervously checked the time on her phone. She really wished she'd driven herself, so she could head back home whenever she wanted, but now she had to wait for her step-mom... Thankfully, she wasn't coming until after she got off work, when April's friends ought to be gone, too, though it would be a long, boring wait...

Unfortunately, once she got the text from the woman, telling her she was ready to go, and she made a mad dash out to the parking lot, the state of her pants was immediately discovered. As soon as she was in the car, in fact, her step-mother reached over, checking her like she was Gabbi, too young to be trusted to tell the truth if she simply asked.

"Just as I thought," she shook her head. "It's a good thing I made you an appointment and hit the store before I came here..."

"Wh-What for?" April gulped, having a bad feeling she already knew... And, indeed, when she turned to look in the backseat, she saw that she was right, at least about the latter part. "A-An appointment where?"