CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 3 (Story) (Patreon)

As much as she wanted to push the envelope, to really go for it and see if she could pass herself off as a kid, to go back to elementary school she chickened out. Would she actually have been able to pass herself off as that young? Would that have made everyone suspicious of her, and the rest of her story? Or, even if it didn't, somehow, would that keep them from giving her the amount of freedom as she would have liked?

"I'm eighteen," she confessed, a part of her feeling disappointed in herself, despite knowing, deep down, it was probably the smarter choice. It was a close call, though, to the point where she wasn't certain what would come out of her mouth when she opened it, if she might have a last-second change of heart. "And I'm a senior."

"That's still very brave," the woman smiled at her. She didn't sound as surprised as Anna expected, making her wonder if trying to pretend to by half her age would have been a disaster anyway. "I would never have been brave enough to do that when I was eighteen! What a wonderful experience for you!"

Anna nodded. "Yeah," she replied, silently adding, "I hope so." This wasn't how the rest of her trip was going to go, was it? She wasn't going to play it safe the whole time... Or she didn't think she was. Reason would have to win out sometimes, like it had here, and that was probably for the best, she knew.

It won out again as she squirmed in her seat, trying to get used to the comfy, yet unfamiliar, sensation of her diaper's bulk. She was eager to get to using it, to finding out first-hand what that felt like, but the more she chatted with the older couple, the more self-conscious she became about doing that in front of them. At their age, it had hardly been a shock to her to find that they had children, and even some new grandchildren. That meant they had experience, seeing kids use diapers, and thanks to the latter, it was likely fairly fresh in their minds... And she didn't have that experience, so she didn't trust herself to be able to hide her reaction completely, not from people who knew what they were seeing.

And Anna did catch the woman's eyes drifting downwards, towards her crotch, a couple times, often after what seemed, to Anna, like a particularly loud crinkle from her diaper. Did she know what Anna was wearing? If so, she'd definitely recognize the signs of her wetting it; if she only suspected, it would be a confirmation.

So, while she could tell her bladder was starting to grow full, she didn't dare use her diaper right away. She held off until it was time to board, and the couple said their goodbyes after discovering they were in a different boarding group. Anna wasn't sure if she thought was a good thing or not... They were friendly, yes, which quelled her fears of being sat next to someone rude, yet if she didn't have the nerve to use her diaper in front of them now, she doubted that would change when she was on the plane.

Now, she was back to being anxious about who she was going to have to sit next to, for what appeared to be a good reason as she got to her seat and saw a cute boy around her own age in the one next to her. Immediately, her face began to heat up, her hands moving to her skirt, tugging at it, wishing she'd waited to get all dressed up... Not that she expected anything to happen - and she ought to get used to it, since there were surely going to be plenty of hot guys at school - but the whole plan felt so much more silly now, somehow.

"Oh, hi," he turned, smiled, seeing her standing in the aisle. "Are you by the window?" She nodded, unable to form words for a moment, getting lost in his eyes. "Do you want some help putting your bag up there?" He got to his feet, stepping out of her way.

"O-Oh." Anna peered up at the overhead bin. She probably would... She might have been able to toss her bag up there, but what if it fell, and the contents came spilling out, in front of everyone? If it was up there, however, how was she going to get it if she needed a change? "I-I think I'm going to keep it with me," she said after a moment, brushing past him, heart fluttering as they touched ever so briefly. "Th-Thank you, though."

"Are you sure it'll fit under the seat?" he asked, nodding to the row in front of them. "It's pretty tight."

She hadn't thought of that. She sat down in her seat, bending forward, grateful for the onesie that ensured there was no chance of her diaper peeking out, and gave her bag a push, finding, frustratingly, that he was right. She pushed on it, attempting to squish it down, but quickly gave up on that, terrified that, even over the other sounds around them, of the rest of the passengers filing in, finding their correct seats, that he could hear the crinkling that seemed so loud to her, from both her bottom and her bag.

"Could you...?" she picked the bag back up, double checking that it was securely closed, handed it over. 

"No problem!" he told her, putting it up into the overhead bin, sitting back down in the middle seat. She felt so tiny next to him, her feet not quite reaching the floor, and miles more immature. Even if he didn't know about her diaper, her outfit was more suited to someone a decade or more younger than them...

And if he did recognize the sound of her diaper, had spotted a hint of the extra bulk around her waist? Her cheeks burned at the thought, making her shift more in her seat, making her diaper crinkle more, giving him more of a chance to hear it... This was a disaster already!

"D-Do you have any siblings?" she blurted out, having to know how likely it was he'd have encountered someone younger often enough to have heard a diaper on a regular basis.

He chuckled, glancing over at her. "No, I can't say that I do," he said. "My name is Doyle, by the way."

"R-Right," she forced herself to laugh, even though she felt more like throwing up at how nervous she was, how awkward she was being. "Anna."

"Nice to meet you," Doyle replied, as Anna barrelled forward with, "Do you have any kids?" 

It was, she knew, probably an insane thing to ask so soon, although it was, technically, possible, and if she got the answer she was expecting, perhaps she could relax a little. He blinked, taken by surprise. "I-I can't say that I do," he said, Anna barely managing to swallow her sigh of relief. "I do have a girlfriend, so, I'm flattered, but..."

"No, no!" Anna shook her head, blushing even harder than she already had been. "I-I didn't mean... I-I assumed... I-I just..." She wasn't sure where to go from there, how to break out of this without looking crazy. She hadn't considered it could be taken that way, though now that it had come out of her mouth, that felt blindingly obvious to her.

"You're not being mean, are you?" Only the appearance of someone else at the aisle shut Anna up. She gulped, staring up, and up, at the young woman, her childish outfit and diapers feeling more absurd than ever in comparison. The yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt the other girl was wearing were hardly high fashion, but they seemed comfy, and Anna was stunned, and jealous, at how hot she looked in them. "Hey, there," she smiled at Anna, bending over to look her in the eye. "Don't mind him, he doesn't mean anything by it."

"I wasn't..." Doyle protested. 

"Here, put this up there," she shoved her bag at him, sliding past him into the aisle. "Why don't you sit on the aisle? There'll be more room for your legs."

"Sure," Doyle shrugged compliantly. 

Was the girl trying to protect Anna? Or was she jealous at the idea of her boyfriend spending the whole flight next to another girl? Looking at the two of them, the latter seemed impossible... Anna felt like a completely different species than her, in no small part thanks to her diaper.

"That's Anna," Doyle introduced them, sitting in his new seat. "This is my girlfriend, Karissa."

"Hi, Anna," Karissa looked down at her. "What a cute name!"

Cute... That was definitely how she felt, seated next to someone as stunning as Karissa. It was, of course, the point of her outfit, so it wasn't necessarily a bad thing... It was just tough, looking over at the couple, especially as she overheard them talking, realized they were, indeed, the same age as her. There they were, traveling together, while she was simply running away to find a safe place to wear her diapers where her parents and friends would, with any luck, never find out about it.

It didn't help that she hadn't been on a plane before, and couldn't quite hide her anxiety during take-off, prompting Karissa to reach over and hold her hand, giving her an encouraging smile, the kind that seemed more suited to a younger sibling than an equal. That also wasn't automatically negative, though Anna had to wonder if Karissa would have behaved the same way had she known how old Anna really was, or if her behavior would have changed from supportive to mocking.

She did her best to keep it vague, picking out an animated movie to watch on her screen, but one she might have chosen anyway, not aimed at too young and audience, in case Karissa peered over to check on her. She sat as still as possible, for as long as possible... Eventually, however, she knew she was going to have to do something about her bladder.

She wanted to start this off right. She'd thrown away her last pair of panties, after all, and she was wearing a diaper... She'd resolved, after chickening out about her age, that there was no way she was going to do the same when it came to the bathroom, that she was going to commit, although that had been before seeing who was sitting next to her. Was she really going to pee her pants next to Karissa?!

And yet... Did she have a choice? Trying to shuffle past Karissa and Doyle's long legs to get to the aisle almost seemed worse. What if her diaper brushed against their knees, and they felt it, or heard it? What if they hit a patch of turbulence at just the wrong moment, and she fell into their lap? That was far-fetched, yes, but not totally out of the realm of possibility... In a way, it was safer for her to sit there, in her seat, pretend to stare out the window, and close her eyes as she let go...

She had to fight hard not to let out an excited moan as she felt the wetness begin to flow into her padding, spreading through it, making it so warm and squishy, exactly the way she'd dreamed it would. It was so amazing, so embarrassing, in the best way, so perfect...

It was too bad, then, that she'd waited so long to do it, pushing her bladder to the breaking point. She didn't think about the fact that diapers weren't really made to be used that way, in such a huge rush all at once, nor that her first taping job might not have been up to snuff. She just contentedly wiggled her bottom, feeling her diaper grow more and more soaked...

"Umm... Anna?" The sound of Karissa's voice snapped her out of it, made her reluctantly open her eyes, turn her head. "I think you... spilled your drink, there."

She nodded at Anna's seat, Anna tilting her head down, stomach already beginning to churn even before she saw the wet spot beneath her. She pressed her thighs together, noticing now a wetness on the outside of her onesie, not just a warmness, as Doyle commented, "I thought she finished her drink."

Karissa shot him a look, Anna whimpering, trying to sink down into her sink as she saw him realize what was going on, that Karissa had been attempting to be delicate about it. "I-I'm sorry!" Anna squeaked.

"It's all right," Karissa promised her. "We'll get the flight attendant, and I'm sure they can get it all cleaned up... You go clean yourself up, okay?"

Anna nodded again, her head spinning slightly as Doyle stood up, fetching her bag for her. How could she have messed up this badly, this soon into her trip?! She was absolutely mortified.

And then Karissa stopped her. "You don't need help, do you?" she asked.

Anna's instinct was to shake her head immediately, but she fought it for a moment to give herself time to think. She didn't want Karissa, of all people, to diaper her, yet... Clearly, she didn't know what she was doing herself. She'd be more careful this time, obviously; it might be safer to get someone else to handle it, however, as humiliating as that would be. Besides, it wasn't like she'd ever see Karissa again after this flight... Right?

Should Anna...

Ask for help?

Or do it herself?

And is Karissa...

A popular girl at Anna's new school?

The daughter of Anna's host family?

Or just a stranger Anna probably won't see again?