What A Girl Needs - Part 1 (Patreon)

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"Do you need those, little girl?"

"What?!" Nadia turned around, cheeks bright red, hardly able to believe she'd let herself get caught. She thought she'd been careful, that there hadn't been anyone else around when she paused for a moment to see if what she'd seen, there on the bottom shelf at the thrift store, really was what she'd thought.

"I think you heard me," the strange woman smirked.

There was no way Nadia was going to admit to it, of course, so she turned defensive, standing up straight, showing off her long legs, barely hidden by her tiny shorts, letting her crop top reveal her belly button, and the well-toned stomach around it, along with a good bit of cleavage. "Do you really think I would need something like that?" she asked. "I was just thinking about getting those as a joke, for a friend who's a little older than me."

"Oh, really?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "I think somebody might be lying to Nanny... Aren't they?"

Just hearing the woman call herself that, using that tone of voice... Nadia squirmed, practically feeling herself shrinking under her gaze, like a bad little girl, caught in a a fib. "M-Maybe..." she sniffled, not wanting to admit it here in the open.

"You want these diapers, don't you?" Nanny asked, the word making Nadia shiver. "You want to be a cute, sweet little girl again." It wasn't even really a question, and Nadia couldn't quite help nodding in agreement. "That's what I thought. Very well... I'll get them for you, on one condition."

"Wh-What's that?" Nadia nibbled her bottom lip nervously.

"You'll find that out," Nanny said, bending over to pick up the package of diapers, "once I've bought these."

Nadia trailed along after her for a few steps, before deciding she didn't want anyone to think she was with her, to suspect that the things the woman was carrying might, somehow, be for her. She hung back, and, a few minutes later, the woman appeared, shopping bag in hand. "Th-Thanks," Nadia blushed, reaching for it.

"Not yet," Nanny grabbed her hand instead, leading her into the restroom.

"Wait, wh-what are we doing in here?" Nadia looked around, confused.

"I bought these for you," Nanny told her, pulling the diapers out of the bag. "It would be a waste for you not to wear them."

"N-Not here!" Nadia gasped. 

"Yes, here," Nanny countered, ripping open the package, pulling one out. "Now, pants off, young lady."

"I-I can do that on my own," Nadia protested.

"Perhaps," the woman nodded. "But have you before?" Nadia shook her head. "Then I'd better show you how. Now, hurry up, you're trying my patience, little girl."

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Nadia sat in her car outside her house, heart pounding. Why had she done that?! Why had she admitted to wanting these things? They didn't even fit fully under her shorts, so she'd had to practically run out of the store to her car, and then spend the rest of the afternoon driving around, too embarrassed to go into any other stores, or even through a drive-through, for fear that they'd be seen. Even now, she was terrified to get out of the car and dash to her front door, not knowing if her neighbors were watching.

She knew she'd have to eventually, however. Her boyfriend would be home soon, and she had to hide this diaper, along with her others, from him... There was no way she could let him know about this side of her. 

Finally, she worked up the courage she needed to reach over, grab the door handle. She paused a moment, getting ahold of the bag with the other diapers in it, getting her keys ready to shove into the house door so she could get inside, then burst out, waddling across the lawn as fast as the bulky diaper would allow.

She fumbled with her keys, eventually managing to get one into the doorknob and turn it, only to find, when she had, that the door was locked. Had she forgotten to lock it when she left? She didn't think so, but she was certain she'd heard it moving when she turned the key... Without time to debate, she turned the key again, pushed the door open, and tumbled in, pausing to catch her breath.

"Oh, good, you're finally home," Nanny said. "I wondered when you were going to show up."

"What are you doing here?!" Nadia squealed, jumping at the sound of the woman's voice. "H-How did...?!" She remembered, after the diapering, how the woman had handed her her purse, realized she hadn't been paying attention... She could have looked in there, found her license, got her address from there. "Get out of here!"

"That's no way to talk to Nanny... Especially after all the work I've been doing."

"W-Work?" Nadia frowned. "Wh-What...?"

Nanny was happy to show her, leading her into what had used to be her guest room, and was now a nursery, the closet fully stocked with frilly, lacy, girly things, stuff Nadia wouldn't have been caught dead in since she was four, which Nanny immediately 'helped' her change into. "These suit you so much better than your old clothes," she said. "That's why I got rid of all those. Especially those awful big girl panties... They weren't right for you at all."

"You what?!" Nadia's eyes widened, searching for any sign the woman was lying, that she hadn't cleared out her old closet of all her cool, sexy clothes, things to show off her body, and how hard she'd worked on it, rather than emphasizing how childish and immature she was, like these new outfits all did. "How dare..?!"

"Nadia!" her boyfriend called. "I'm home! Where are you?"

"We're in here!" Nanny yelled back.

"No!" Nadia squealed, feeling her diaper warm in fright. "He can't see me like this!"

And yet, a moment later, there he was, standing in the doorway, looking in. He gave Nanny a weird look, not recognizing her, probably wondering why Nadia was friends with someone so old, but that wasn't the first thing he asked about, once he got a good look at his girlfriend. "What are you wearing?!"

"Go on," Nanny ordered. "Show him." Nadia shook her head, knowing what she wanted, blushing and squirming. "You agreed," Nanny reminded her. "This is my one condition, little girl... The price for getting what you wanted. He's going to find out soon enough anyway."

That was true... Especially if Nanny wasn't lying about getting rid of her underwear. Bashfully, Nadia gathered up her skirt, and all the petticoats underneath, lifting it up, hoping, once her boyfriend saw what was underneath, he didn't leave her... Or spank her for how wet it was already.