First Time - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The start of a new short story commission from an anonymous Patron.

Fawn blushed and shook her head, almost wondering why she'd brought Sydney along with her in the first place. "No, I think that's a little... too much," she said, as charitably as possible.

"Come on," Syd rolled her eyes, holding the outfit she'd picked out next to Fawn's body, nodding in approval. "You said you were pretty sure this was going to be it, right? The one? If that's the case, then he's going to see you in a lot less than this, so why not give him some extra incentive to get to that point?" She jiggled the crop top and the microskirt. "You'd look great."

"I-I don't know about that," Fawn stepped away bashfully, scooting up closer to the rack of sundresses she'd been perusing, so her friend couldn't try any more clothes on her with her eyes. "I was thinking more like..." She grabbed a hanger, lifting up fairly modest yellow dress, bright and cheerful, with a high neckline and thick straps.

"Oh, Fawn," Sydney shook her head. "I mean, you'd look cute in it, of course, but if you want to seal the deal, I just don't..." She paused, seeing the expression on Fawn's face, and decided to change the subject. "So, what is this guy like, anyway? Where'd you meet him? You never told me..."

Fawn turned back to the dress rack again, cheeks blazing. She'd already told Sydney more than enough... The problem was that all of it was lies. It wasn't a guy, for one, and this wasn't a date. It wasn't going to end with her getting laid, the way she'd insinuated it might... And this hadn't been some spontaneous meeting... She was paying for it. In fact, she'd been saving up for it for a while now, and the money she'd gotten for Christmas had finally put her over the top, and she'd decided it was time.

"You know," she shrugged. "Where does anybody meet anyone nowadays? Online..." She'd looked at plenty of websites, hungrily, before stumbling across this one, realizing it was shockingly close to her family's house, where she was still living while she went to college. 

"You have seen pictures and stuff, right?" Sydney asked. "Like, you know who you're really talking to?"

Fawn's blush deepened, trying not to think of how many times she'd browsed through the images on the website, imagined herself in them... "O-Of course I did!" she stammered. "I'm not stupid!"

"I'm not saying you are," Syd soothed her. "I'm only looking out for you. This is a big thing... But, if it doesn't feel safe, it's okay to say no." Fawn nodded, swallowing. "You know what?" Sydney smiled. "That dress is growing on me. Let's go try it on, and then we can go look at the panties. No, don't say no... You'll thank me later."

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Fawn hadn't intended on wearing the lacy thong Sydney had picked out for her, knowing there was no way her friend would know any different, but, in the end, she'd found herself pulling them on anyway. She'd already bought them, after all, and she wasn't sure when else she'd wear them. They felt so skimpy and insubstantial next to her usual hipsters, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing them to class... She also wasn't about to attempt to return them, so it would be a waste for her not to use them for something.

She double checked her Maps app to make sure she was at the right place, not wanting to make that mistake, even though, obviously, it wasn't like whoever might be at any of these other houses would know what she was there for. It looked like a normal house, nothing unusual whatsoever... Part of her worried that Sydney might have been right to warn her, that this might be a huge miscalculation, and she should back out now, while she still could... At this point, she'd only get half of the money she'd paid back, however, and that was a lot to pay to get nothing in return.

She slid her phone into her purse and got out of the car, looking back and forth at the houses surrounding this one. They weren't mansions, but they were decently sized, and the lawns were big enough to keep them fairly separated, enough that, if anything too crazy happened at the one she was going into, they might not be able to hear. 

She headed towards the house, pausing, adjusting the skirt of her yellow sundress anxiously, second guessing herself for the fourth or fifth time. Was she really ready for this? Should she start out slower, instead of jumping straight in? What if she didn't like this as much as she thought she would? She stared down at the beat-up tennis shoes she'd worn as they shuffled down the sidewalk slowly, pondering if she should have bought some nice heels or something instead, to complete the outfit, then glanced up...

"Hello, there," the woman smiled down at her from the porch. Fawn's heart thumped, her palms sweating, recognizing her right away from the pictures on her website. Angela... She was every bit as beautiful as her photos made her appear. "Are you my appointment?"

Fawn nodded dumbly, grateful she hadn't used her name, just in case anyone outside could overhear, not that she thought she knew anyone that lived near here. Angela held out her hand, and Fawn quickly wiped her own hands on her dress, then took it, letting herself be led up the stairs and into the house, to the living room. 

It looked perfectly normal, not too dissimilar to the one in Fawn's parent's home. "Would you like some tea?" Angela asked. "Or something else to drink?"

"N-No, I'm okay," Fawn told her. "Umm, I-I have my ID, like you asked..." She fumbled in her purse, wishing she'd been smart enough to put it right at the top, to make it seem like she was prepared.

"Wonderful," Angela nodded. "I'm sure you understand, for first-timers, especially at your age, it's always best to check that everything is on the up and up."

"I-I'm an adult!" Fawn assured her, although the eagerness with which she said it probably made it sound like she was lying. "I'm almost twenty!"

"Oh, quite the big girl, then, aren't you?" the woman teased, gently taking the driver's license from her hand as she found it and pulled it up out of her purse, looking it over. "Well, we'll see about that, won't we? Do you have anything else you'd like to discuss before we get started?"

"N-No, ma'am," Fawn shook her head, which was feeling a bit light and dizzy now, knowing it was about to start, after all this time, as she slid the ID back into her purse. "I-I think I covered it all..."

"All right," Angela took both her hands, helping her back up off the sofa, looking down into her eyes, Fawn feeling tiny and helpless in front of her. "That was a very sweet 'ma'am'," she said, "but from now on, you are to call me Miss... Understand?"

"Y-Yes, ma... Miss!"

Angela chuckled. "It's all right, Fawn. I won't be mad at you for slipping up, as long as I can see you're making an effort. Unless you want me to, of course." She let go of one of the girl's hands, leading her out of the living room, down the hallway, past several closed doors. Fawn had curiously browsed through the rest of the website, had an idea of what could be behind them, but she knew she wasn't ready for any of that now... If she ever would be.

There was only one door open, at the end of the hall, and Fawn knew exactly what was in it. She was still nervous, but the excitement was starting to hit now, too, the memory of all the times she'd looked through the pictures of it hitting her, along with the knowledge that she was about to see it, and experience it, first-hand.

"Now, Fawn," Angela stopped short, stepping in front of her, bending forward, her own low-cut dress, and Fawn's view of it, making the girl much more aware of her own, far more modest, garment. "You know your safe-word, right? Don't be ashamed to use it if you need to. We can stop at any time if it gets to be too much for you."

"Y-Yes, Miss," Fawn nodded. She should have known she wasn't covering up her anxiety over this... She'd probably seen it all a million times before, especially from people like her. It was one of her specialties, dealing with those who had never indulged in their desires this way... Or in much of anything, really.

"Are you ready?" Angela asked, and Fawn gave another nod. "Fawn," Angela straightened up, her tone turning slightly harsher, signalling that it had, indeed, begun. "I want you to tell me the truth, young lady. After the last time you babysat, there was one less Goodnite in the package than there should have been. Would you care to explain?"

Fawn's eyes widened a little; she'd told Angela about this, and about the few other things she'd had the chance to do on her own, but she hadn't realized it was going to be used this way. This had been the only time she'd tried anything, and it was fairly recent... She'd been babysitting for one of her professors, and she'd seen the weights listed on the side of the Goodnites package, and decided to try them out... Unfortunately, her family was pretty large, and she still shared a room, so, after getting home in it, she hadn't been able to do anything, hadn't known how to get rid of it without raising suspicion, so she'd just worn it until she got to school the next day, then thrown it away in one of the bathrooms there.

Nothing had come of it, and, if anyone had noticed, they'd never said anything to her. It was one of her fantasies, however, to think about how differently it might have gone... "I-I'm really sorry, Miss," she blushed. "I... I-I took it."

"Very good," Angela smiled. "I'm glad you didn't try to lie to me, Fawn. Now... Why did you take it? What does a big girl like you need with a Goodnite?" Fawn tried to look away, embarrassed, but the woman caught her chin, gently pushing it back into position, looking into her eyes. "You're telling me the truth, remember? No lies, Fawn... Why did you take the Goodnite?"

Fawn squirmed, shrugging. "I-I dunno."

"You don't know," Angela raised an eyebrow. "Well, the way I see it, there are a couple possibilities. One is that you need it. Is that it, Fawn? Do you have accidents in your panties?" Fawn shook her head. "No? Hmm... Well, the other possibility is that you just like them. Either way, I don't think you're cut out to look after my little girl, do you? I think it would be much more appropriate for you to be the baby... And, fortunately for you, I kept all of her old things."

Finally, she pulled Fawn into the room, the girl's jaw dropping, despite the many times she'd seen pictures of it. In person, it was even more impressive, and, with the scene that had been set, it made her feel positively tiny, thinking they could be meant for an actual baby, despite her mind knowing that they were, of course, built for adults. There was a high chair, a rocking horse, a crib, a changing table, anything she could need... 

And a wall of diapers, a few each of what must have been dozens of different designs, some of which Fawn recognized from browsing AB/DL sites and looking at them enviously, but many that she'd never even seen. She hadn't realized there were that many kinds of diapers available, and yet here they all were, staring back at her...

"Why don't we settle this?" Angela asked, lifting up Fawn's skirt. "Oh, my... Well, I certainly hope you don't need protection, because those things aren't going to give you any! Honestly, Fawn, between you wearing her Goodnite last time, and showing up in these now, it's clear you are not the role model I thought you would be for my daughter. Come along, we'd better get you more properly attired."

Fawn had had a couple boyfriends, over the years, but none that had lasted long enough to do any more than hold hands with, and perhaps a chaste kiss, and she was always too nervous about changing for gym class, so she'd hidden in a bathroom stall as much as she could. Besides the sister she shared a room with, she wasn't sure anyone had seen her in her underwear before... Even having known that it was going to happen, and that they'd been perfectly dry and clean, the idea of being put into a diaper straight after that was still enough to get her heart fluttering.

"All right, Fawn," Angela smiled. "I want you to pick out your diaper, young lady. No fussing!"

Fawn was led over to the wall, and, seeing it close up, it was even harder to believe there could be this many adult diapers in one place, not when she'd gone this long wanting some of her own, and never seeing a single one in person. "I-I don't..." she scanned the shelves, thinking she'd go with one, that was the same design she'd seen in one of her favorite picture sets, to another, that she'd never seen, but was adorable...

"My, my," Angela teased, seemingly to pick up on the overwhelming awe Fawn was feeling, standing right in front of the collection, how bashful it was making her feel, seeing the things she'd wanted for so long, right in front of her... And in such great numbers. "Too much of a baby to even decide that? Why don't we go with... this?"

She grabbed one, a plain, pink one, simple, but still incredibly cute. "I-It's so thick!" Fawn gasped.

"It has to be," Angela said. "I have a feeling you're quite the heavy wetter. Or do you want something else?"

Fawn looked at the wall again, but she did like the one that had been picked out for her... And there was something about having it picked out for her that made it special, too. "Wh-Whatever you think is best, Miss," Fawn told her.

"That's what I like to hear," she patted Fawn on the head. "Now... Let's go get you into a diaper, where you belong."