Soft - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Nadia was probably the last person Caprice would have expected to be scared of, but that was before any of this had started. She shouldn't have cared what her roomie thought - not to this extent, anyway - certainly after the stunt she'd pulled, and yet....

Her eyes darted over to her door, snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of what could have been an approaching footstep. She froze, guts twisting, not knowing if she'd prefer it to be Nadia, or Justin, imagining what either would say if they burst in and caught her here. Thankfully, after a few long, tense moments, she didn't hear anything else, so she let out a sigh of relief, convinced it had been her imagination.

It wasn't really against the rules... There weren't any rules. None of this was real, no matter how real that whack with the hairbrush had felt. Nadia had made it all up. So Caprice could do whatever she wanted... It was clear she was no match for Nadia, so she wasn't going to confront her directly, and calling the other girl out on her lies would involve exposing her own, but, at the very least, she could dress like a grown-up again.

The only thing that gave her pause was Nadia's promise - or threat, more like - that she was going to change her later. That had been for show, right? She wasn't actually planning on doing that.... If she was, it would almost definitely have to happen in front of Justin, since he was the cause of this whole humiliating disaster in the first place. There was little point continuing it if he wasn't there to witness it.

Caprice didn't think Nadia would go that far, although she hadn't thought the girl would go as far as she already had, either, so she clearly wasn't suited to judge what her roommate was capable of. She might try to make Caprice wear these awful, childish Goodnites when Justin was around, if Caprice couldn't manage to talk her out of it when they had some time alone next, but she wouldn't make her wear them other times, would she? Why would she do that?

So, as long as she got back to her own room to hide out before either of them saw her, and stayed there until Justin left, she was safe. First, however, she had to get changed, and cleaned up. She blushed as she slid the Goodnite down her legs, horrified as the wet spot she saw in the padding inside, reminding her again of what she'd done to herself. It looked bigger than she'd realized... If she hadn't known any better, she might have thought it was a real accident...

She shook her head, stepping out of it and tossing it into the garbage, away from her, doing her best not to look at it again while she wiped herself off, happily pulling on some real underwear, and her pants. Instantly, she felt much better, almost enough to go face down Nadia and confront her in front of Justin... Almost. She gave her bottom a rub, blushing, heart starting to speed back up, terrified of what could happen if she'd followed through on those daring plans. It definitely wasn't worth it.

She sighed, gathering up her courage as she stood in front of the door, preparing herself for the dash back to her room, where she could hide out until Justin went home. It was a straight shot, no big deal... Unless she was caught before she made it. She closed her eyes, fingers closing around the doorknob, taking one more big breath before she yanked it open, stepped outside...

"Whoa!" Justin exclaimed, as she nearly ran right into him.

Caprice wasn't sure what happened, exactly, if it was the surprise of her hope of an unseen escape immediately vanishing before her eyes, or the memory of what had happened earlier coming back to haunt her. She only really knew one thing, and it was something she didn't like, was trying desperately to stop, fidgeting in place, mortified.

"I didn't hear the toilet flush," he told her. "Did you not make it in time? I saw you were in here, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I was just waiting, and... Uh-oh!"

She groaned, following his gaze down, even though she didn't have to. She'd felt her panties growing wet, the thin fabric quickly growing drenched and starting to spill out into her pants, but she'd hoped it wasn't bad enough for him to notice, that she'd be able to stop it before that point... She was wrong. "Please don't tell her," she whispered, stunned that this was happening for the second time in one day, both times in front of him.

For a second, she thought he might take pity on her, might have feelings for her after all, at least to the point where wouldn't want to get her in trouble... Then, he shook his head. "She's just trying to help you, Caprice. Nadia!"

Caprice gasped, trying to back into the bathroom, grabbing for the door, but she was too slow, Justin catching her wrist, holding her in place until Nadia arrived. "Caprice!" her roomie scolded. "Again?! We have company! I don't have time for you to act out like this now!"

"I-I'm not!" Caprice insisted, squirming in place.

"Did you fall asleep?" Nadia asked.

Caprice hated the implication, didn't want to play into it... But if she told the truth, it might give Nadia an excuse to... She shook her head, horrified at the thought. "Y-Yeah," she lied.

"No, it happened out here," Justin jumped in. "She was just coming out of the bathroom."

"Thank you," Nadia told him, as Caprice's stomach twisted at the betrayal. "Lying now, too? Why didn't you just use the potty when you were in here, silly? It's almost like you want this..." She stepped forward, past Justin, getting ahold of Caprice herself. "Let's get you cleaned up..."

"I-I can do it myself!" Caprice whined, grateful that Justin pulled the door shut, instead of watching, though he still got a good view of her once Nadia her her out of her pants and underwear, wiped dry again, and marched her back to her own bedroom, where she was put into a fresh Goodnite, after only a few blessed, brief minutes out of the first.

"I'm very upset with you, young lady," Nadia informed her, reaching over and grabbing her hairbrush.

"No!" Caprice yelped, panicking. Justin was in the doorway, and she didn't trust him to let her past, so she did the only thing she could to try to get away, hopping up on the bed, as far from Nadia as she could. "Please, Nadia!"

"Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she sighed. "Justin, I know this is a lot to ask, but... Well..." She stepped over to him, pulling him close, talking low into his ear, giggling, the pair finishing up with a kiss, even though they'd just met that day. "You're a lifesaver."

Caprice watched him walk away, heard him step out the front door, then looked down at Nadia, still standing there, waiting, hairbrush in hand. She'd wanted to confront the other girl about everything, but this didn't feel like the right time. "H-He's gone," she said instead. "You don't have to... Y-You're not really going to..."

"You'll find out exactly what I'm going to do as soon as you get down from there," Nadia threatened, tapping the hairbrush on her palm. "And if you don't do it right now, it's going to last twice as long, young lady."