CYOA: The Gift - Chapter 2 (Story) (Patreon)

If she was going to do this, Bea thought, she really ought to go all out. What kind of a present was a single diaper? Or even two? If he wound up liking these diapers, he wouldn't have the chance to wear them again unless she went through all this a second time, which, as nervous as she was doing it now, wasn't likely. It would be more of a tease than anything.

A whole package... It made the most sense, however, it was also the most scary. She glanced at her scrubs, debating; if she was going to keep ahold of her purse - and she ought to, since there was no way she wouldn't be noticed carrying around a whole package - she should stay in her street clothes, right? Unless she was on her way home, and didn't feel like changing, she never had any reason to have her purse with her while she was in uniform, and she didn't see many other nurses with them, either.

She picked the purse back up from the shelf, closed the locker, though she left it unlocked so she could quickly open it up and stuff her loot inside, rather than having to fumble with the lock and potentially have another nurse walk in on her while she was doing it. She didn't keep anything too valuable in there when she wasn't at work, so it wasn't a big deal.

"Okay," she said to herself. "Let's go do this thing."

She slipped out of the lounge, clutching her purse to her as she shuffled down the hall, Tahlia's mistake rumbling around in her head, making her notice anew how much shorter she was than most everyone else around her, how young she looked. Would that help her be overlooked, or would she be more suspicious running around like this, unsupervised?

She had to use the diapers rarely enough that she had never had to fetch them herself; the patients that needed them had already had some in their room, waiting for her. She had been pretty sure she knew which supply closet they were kept in, though she had asked the head nurse, Leann, a few days ago to confirm.

That had been embarrassing... She felt her cheeks warm, her pace quickening as if that would help her escape the memory of standing before the tall, stern woman, squirming, the glare she was being given making her wonder if Leann was seeing through her question and discerning her plan. "Do you have any patients that require them?" she'd asked after a long, awkward minute.

It would have been nice to be able to lie and claim she did, but Beatrix knew that was a stupid idea. If Leann didn't know the truth now, she could go look it up, and if it didn't match what Bea told her now, that would definitely make her suspicious. "N-No, ma'am," she'd shaken her head. "I-I was just thinking that I wasn't sure which supply closet they were kept in, so if I did need them, I-I wouldn't know where to go."

It was partially the truth, which was the best kind of lie for her; she still stumbled through it, but that kernel of truth was, she'd hoped, enough to keep it from being too obvious that she was hiding something. Leann stared her up and down, Bea fidgeting in her scrubs, hoping the woman wasn't searching for any signs of extra bulk under her pants, that she didn't suspect Bea wanted or needed the diapers for herself.

Finally, Leann spoke. "We keep most of them in supply closet 2B," she'd said. "Sometimes we'll keep a few packages in the other supply closets, if there are patients too far away from 2B that need them, but if you really need some, that's where you should go."

Beatrix had thanked her and scurried off, making sure to go in the exact opposite direction of that closet. Would the head nurse truly have thought she was dumb enough to go steal some right then if she hadn't? Probably not, but Bea wasn't going to risk it either way.

She'd gone past the closet a few times since, not daring to give it more than a passing glance, just wanting to confirm that she knew exactly where it was for when the time came. And now, the time was here, and she was able to make a bee-line from the nurse's lounge to the supply closet. She wasn't, however, able to go in straight away, as she saw another nurse heading down the hall in her direction.

Pretending the closet hadn't been her destination, Bea kept walking until she'd reached the nearest empty bench, plopping herself down on it, digging into her purse for her phone, trying to make herself invisible.

"Is everything all right?" Bea winced as she heard the voice, knowing it was directed at her. She peeked up from her phone, an unfamiliar face smiling down at her gently. "Is somebody you know a patient here, dear?"

Bea almost wished she'd worn her scrubs, because she could have gone right to the closet and opened up the door without it looking suspicious... This woman was probably getting near the end of her shift, though, and feeling chatty, so she might very well have followed Bea in to see what she was up to, and that would have been even worse.

"Y-Yes," Beatrix nodded, hating that she was trapped into having to lie. What other reason would there be for her to be at the hospital? She realized, too late, that she could have claimed - if she looked as young as Tahlia had thought - that she was the daughter of another nurse... That would have been even more dangerous, though, because the nurse would certainly have asked who, and known if Bea had made up a name. And if she didn't make one up, there was a chance the nurse would have asked about her the next time she saw the owner of whatever name Bea used.

"I'm so sorry!" the woman pulled Bea into a hug, pressing the petite young woman into her ample cleavage. "I know that can be scary, but I promise, everyone is doing their best to make sure it's going to be okay."

"I-I know," Beatrix told her, thinking about how funny it would be if the woman was aware of how well she knew that. "Th-Thanks... I-I just need some time to process it all..."

"Oh, of course!" the nurse smiled, stepping back. "Well, sweetie, my name is Sondra, so if you need anything, you can ask for me, and I'll do what I can, okay?"

Bea blushed as the other woman pointed to the name tag on her chest, forcing Bea to see yet again how much more well-endowed she was than her. She really was very pretty, and seemingly very nice... Chester had never given her any indication that he was, or would, cheat on her, but she couldn't help thinking, as she sat there in her oversized shirt, clearly looking like a kid, and staring up at Sondra, that he would probably prefer to have somebody like this to diaper him...

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Bea replied, glad to see her walk away, watching her until she turned the corner before hopping up off the bench and going to the supply closet door, punching in the combination on the number pad.

She held her breath as she turned the door handle, even though she knew that, with very few exceptions for those holding particularly valuable things that weren't needed on a regular basis, all the supply closets had the same passcode. She couldn't imagine the diapers were expensive enough that they were required to be in one of those closets - if they were, she probably should rethink this whole scheme - but it was hard to tell what else was in there with them.

Thankfully, the door opened, and she stepped inside, the light turning on automatically as she closed the door behind her. The closet was, perhaps, a bit bigger than what she was used to, stretching back a little further... Or maybe it was her imagination. She scanned the shelves as she walked further in, finding gauze, syringes, all of the same sorts of things she was accustomed to seeing. It wasn't until she reached the back, of course, that she found them.

"Whoa," she couldn't help but gasp as she stared up at the pair of shelves, jammed full of pack after pack of diapers, enough to dwarf her boyfriend's collection easily. She pulled her phone back out of her purse to snap a photo, knowing that Chester would love to see it - and how jealous he would be when he did - after they played their little game for his birthday. 

She'd hoped that the packages would give her a brand name so that she could pass that along to Chester, too, so he could buy more himself if he did like these, but they were packed in plain, clear plastic, the pale green of the diapers themselves showing through quite plainly, the only marking that of the sizes.

She gulped as she looked from the packages to her purse, wondering if she'd underestimated how big they were. She was definitely glad she had something to carry it in, since they were way too big to go under her shirt without being very suspicious, but was the purse large enough? She realized now that she'd never seen a full pack before, that there had always been at least a few missing already when she'd gotten to her patients' rooms... 

She couldn't back out now, though... She was so close, and she didn't think she'd have another shot like this before Chester's birthday. She grabbed one of the packages, opening up her purse. It was barely wide enough to accommodate the diapers, and her attempts to squeeze them down further were thwarted, the plastic around them already compressing them as far as they would go. After some maneuvering, however, she got it in... Mostly.

"Crap." The diapers were, technically, inside her purse now, but they were sticking out quite a bit... Perhaps, if she held the purse at her side, covered it with her shirt as best she could... 

She did have some extra stuff in her purse, too. Chester was always teasing her about how much junk she kept in there, and, while she had cleaned it out somewhat for this heist, she hadn't emptied it out completely. She looked to the diaper shelf, emptying out the entire row where she'd taken her pack, stacking them up and giving her a space to put the contents of her purse, replacing all of the diapers in front of it, lining them up with the other, full, rows beside it.

The diapers fit a little better after that... They still stuck out, but not nearly as much, not enough where she was certain anyone who saw them would know what she was carrying around. If a doctor or nurse saw her with them, however, they might recognize that green plastic...

For now, it was the best she could do. She hadn't decided what she was going to do now yet, but she was desperate to get out of the supply closet first, having spent too long in there already for someone in street clothes. Somebody could walk in on her at any moment, and that would definitely be hard to explain away, whether they spotted the diapers she was smuggling or not.

She opened up the door a crack, enough to see that there was nobody right outside, then crept out, a smile crossing her face. She was halfway there! All she had to do now was get the diapers to her car, and she was home free!

A moment of panic hit her, and she gave the outside pocket of her purse a pat as the supply closet door clicked shut, letting out a sigh of relief when she heard the jingle of her keys. She hadn't taken those out after all! In her panic, she'd been afraid she'd done something stupid, but, thankfully, she was wrong...

About her keys, anyway. Only then did she think about her phone, which definitely had been in her purse before. Now, though... She patted it, stomach churning as she felt the shape of the diaper package, nothing more, no sign that she'd been smart enough to pick her phone out of the jumble of junk, or the wallet with her ID. She had no proof of who she was!

She turned back towards the supply closet door, reaching for the keypad... Stopping herself right on time, when she spotted a doctor walking down the hallway. She pulled her hand back, heart pounding.

What should she do?! She didn't like the idea of leaving her stuff behind, but it was very unlikely anyone would find it there, even if she waited until she was on the clock and in her scrubs to go back to fetch it. Being without her ID, or any way to contact anybody... That seemed kind of scary to her, like anything could happen...

On the other hand, there was no way she was going to go back into the supply closet right away, with a doctor right there. She could wait for him to pass by, but what if he looked at her, saw the diapers in her purse? She turned bright red at the thought. She could leave for now, stow the diapers, then come back.

But where was she going to put the diapers, if that was what she did? She could take them back to her locker and stow them there. She'd left her locker unlocked for just this situation, but now that she knew her purse wasn't big enough, it felt so much riskier... If another nurse was there, even if they didn't mistake her for a kid who had wandered into the wrong room, they might see the diapers... She squirmed, imagining running into Sondra there, being caught by her with a purse full of diapers... And, whether that happened or not, she'd eventually have to get the diapers to her car. If they were in her locker, she'd have time to decide how to do that.

Or should she take them to her car right away? It would be a long walk, past, no doubt, plenty of other people who might see the diapers, although, if she kept moving, that might put her chance of them being spotted at a minimum, and if she was successful, then she was done, and she wouldn't have to worry about them for the rest of the day.

She swallowed, eyeing the doctor slowly approaching her, knowing she'd have to make a choice right away, or she would run out of time. What was she going to do?!

Should she...

Stay put, hope the doctor doesn't notice, and grab her things from the supply closet?

Take the diapers to her locker?

Or take the diapers out to her car?