CYOA: The Exchange Student - Chapter 13 (Story) (Patreon)

Anna gulped, hardly able to believe what she was about to do. What other choice did she have, though? She didn't want to see what Kiki would do to her if she was upset, but she also couldn't betray Karissa, not after everything she'd done for her so far, how nice she'd been... And knowing that there could be worse consequences if she did, considering she had to live with the girl for the next few months.

"I-I'll go to kindergarten," she mumbled quietly.

Kiki blinked, taken by surprise. "What?" she demanded, leaning in closer. "What did you say, baby?"

Anna squirmed, wiggling her feet. "I-I said I'll go to kindergarten," she repeated.

Kiki's face scrunched in disappointment, her arms crossing in front of her. "Are you serious?" she sniffed. "I'm not joking, you know..." She pulled her phone out of her purse.

Sweat began to form in Anna's palms. She had fantasized about a version of this, yes; never would she have dreamed of attempting to go that far back, however. After being put into a Pamper, though, she did feel like perhaps she would fit in, and, as humiliating as it was, as scary as the thought was, leaving the first half of her senior year in the hands of someone she didn't know, hoping they wouldn't screw her over by flunking all her classes, there was something exciting about the thought.

"I'm not gonna do any of that to Karissa," Anna told Kiki, as boldly as she could manage, given where she was, what she was wearing. "So if you want me to go to kindergarten, that's what I'll do."

"Hush," Kiki held up a finger, pressing her phone to her ear. "Hey, Sara? Yeah, it's me. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor... You know how you said you wish you could be back in high school with me? Your job is just in the evenings, right?"

Anna fidgeted, watching Kiki, trying to decipher whether she was bluffing, if she was actually talking to someone else or simply pretending to scare her. She held strong, refusing to give Kiki the satisfaction, at least as much as she could avoid letting her anxiety show on her face. 

"No, I mean it," Kiki giggled. "We'd have so much fun together! And you wouldn't have to worry about homework or anything, I know someone who could handle that."

That was meant, Anna assumed, given the look Kiki gave her, to be a threat, but it gave her a modicum of hope. She'd have some amount of control over her grades, still, if she had to do that... Only to a certain degree, however, since Sara would be taking all of the tests, and participating in class, or not, at her discretion.

"And you could just show up when you want," Kiki said. "If you wanted to take a day or two off a week, it's no big deal."

Anna cringed. She hadn't considered that, not when her own attendance record was nearly spotless. That could get her into trouble, too... Here, it wouldn't matter as much, but if her mom and Doug heard about it, it might be a problem for her when she got back home, or even get her sent there sooner than she'd anticipated.

"We are going to have so much fun," Kiki promised. "There's just one little thing... You will have to go by a different name. You could always say that Sara is your middle name, and that's what you go by, but the teachers are going to call you Anna at first. It's a long story."

There was a knock on the bathroom door, Anna flinching, part of her expecting it to open and expose her to the world before she remembered that Kiki had locked it... Not that being trapped in here with her was a lot better.

"I'll explain later," Kiki told Sara. "I gotta run." She hung up, sliding her phone back into her purse, yelling, "We're almost done!" at the door.

"Everything all right?" Karissa called back.

Kiki smirked down at Anna. "Mostly," she replied, before lowering her voice. "Well? This is your last chance to back out. She sounded pretty excited about it, so I'd hate to string her along only to have you change your mind."

Anna swallowed, shook her head. "No. If it's between..."

"Fine," Kiki rolled her eyes. "If you're not going to be reasonable..." She snatched Anna's shorts off the changing table, tossing them into the sink.

"Hey!" Anna squealed, rolling over as far as the straps would let her, reaching out, her arms much too short to prevent Kiki from turning the faucet on.

"Oopsie," Kiki said mockingly. "My bad."

"That's not fair!" Anna whined. "I'm already going to kindergarten for you!"

"Somehow," Kiki ran a finger along the waistband of Anna's Pampers, "I don't think that actually bothers you that much." She unstrapped Anna, helping her down off of the changing table, shoving the shorts into her arms before opening up the bathroom door. Anna blushed, holding the shorts in front of her crotch, though, given the wet spot on them, that wasn't a huge improvement. She saw the other girls waiting on the other side, bashfully lowering her head, hiding her rapidly reddening face.

"I told you she needed a change," Kiki told Karissa as she brushed past her. "She leaked all over her shorts. You're lucky it didn't happen while she was in your car."

"Oh, Anna," Karissa smiled gently, stepping over, giving her a hug while the other girls giggled to one another, Anna wanting to sink into the floor as they all got confirmation of what they'd probably already assumed about her, that the diaper rash cream had, in fact, been for her. "It's okay, sweetie... Come on, let's get you back home."

Anna nodded silently, waddling numbly out of the store, feeling ready to collapse from the humiliation of toddling out of the bathroom, knowing the seat of her Pampers was showing, unsure how to hide both side of it at the same time. She couldn't manage to speak again until they were out at Karissa's car, the door open, hiding her, somewhat, from the rest of the parking lot, even though standing outside in a shirt and diaper was, perhaps, the most mortifying thing Anna could imagine.

"I-I didn't," she informed Karissa quietly, clinging to her shorts, wanting to set the record straight. She had leaked in front of the girl once today already; she didn't want her to think this was a normal thing, that it happened this often. "I-It's water... Kiki..."

"Okay," Karissa bobbed her head. Anna couldn't tell for certain if she meant it, or if she was humoring her, although she did take the shorts from her, setting them down in the back seat, without hesitation, which boded well. Only then did it strike Anna that it was the back door of the car that Karissa had opened for her.

"C-Can't I sit in the front?" she pouted.

It was Karissa's turn to blush. "I told them I was babysitting you," she reminded Anna. "So, in case they come out and see us..."

Anna sighed, nodded her understanding. "Okay," she accepted it, climbing in, letting Karissa buckle her seatbelt. She'd expected to have to sit back there on the way to the convenience store anyway, Anna reminded herself. At least she'd gotten to ride in the front like a big girl for half of the trip.

Karissa closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat, pulled out of the parking lot and started to head back. "I'm sorry," she said after a few moments. "I shouldn't have told them that... None of that would have happened if I'd told them who you really were. I just thought they'd let us get out of there without paying too much attention. And I thought it would be kinda cute, too. I didn't think..."

"It's okay," Anna told her, legs swinging nervously beneath her as she peered out the window, wondering how obvious what she was wearing was to anyone who happened to look back at her from their own car window.

"If we'd gotten out of there right away, I don't think any of them would have made the connection when they saw you at school, but Kiki..." Karissa shook her head in frustration. "I'm really sorry, Anna. I'll think of something."

Anna's tummy churned. "W-Well... You aren't going to have to worry about that..."

Karissa frowned into the rearview mirror. "What do you mean?"

Anna blushed, not wanting to get into all of that now. It didn't seem like there was much that could be done about it at this point, anyway. "I'll tell you later," she promised; she'd have to, eventually, though she wasn't sure how, exactly, she was ever going to find a way to broach the topic, to confess to Karissa that she wasn't going to be joining her in high school after all... She nibbled her bottom lip, staring down at herself, at the Pamper showing beneath her t-shirt, realizing that might not be so difficult for someone to believe, especially when they'd helped her change her diaper, assuming she was much younger. Even so, she didn't want to get into it right now. Today had already been long enough as it was...

"All right," Karissa said with a shrug. "What got Kiki mad at you?"

"Huh?" Anna blinked. Had Karissa overheard their conversation in the bathroom? Or was she that good at reading her so-called friend's moods, despite Kiki putting on what had looked, to Anna, like a fairly convincing show?

"Your shorts," Karissa clarified. "You weren't close to leaking, and they're soaked."

"R-Right." Anna nodded, recalling she'd started to explain in the parking lot, had used Kiki's name, but no details. "She wanted me to tell the other kids..." Her cheeks darkened as she thought about how that was, indeed, how she was going to be thinking of them soon. The other kids, because she was one of them, just another kindergartner... "Th-The kids," she corrected herself for now, "that she was a better babysitter than you."

Karissa rolled her eyes. "She is such a brat. Listen, you can tell her whatever you need to get her to leave you alone, I don't care. It's not like you're going to be spending much time with kids anyway, other than Aidan, and I know he'd rather have Kiki as a sitter than me."

Anna fidgeted. "Well..."

"For now, though," Karissa continued, "we'd better decide what we want to do about those shorts."

"They'll dry out eventually," Anna pointed out. "It isn't that big a deal..."

"Sure," Karissa agreed. "Eventually. Not before we get back home."

"O-Oh," Anna said. "Right..."

"We were at the store longer than I expected," Karissa told her. "Everyone else might be eating supper already, so maybe we could sneak in the front door and to our room to get you something else to wear... Or they might be waiting for us, and if they're doing that, they'd probably be in the living room, so we'd be better off sneaking in through the back door, since hopefully they wouldn't be in the kitchen."

"But... What if they are?" Anna squirmed. Mrs. Florez was very aware of her diapers, even if she hadn't seen her in a Pamper... She didn't want to risk running into Mr. Florez, or, worse yet, Aidan. 

Karissa shrugged. "I mean... There's a chance they'd all find out at some point anyway..." Anna groaned. "We could put you back in your shorts."

"Then they'll just think I peed my pants," Anna pouted. "Not that I wear diapers."

"Well, yeah," Karissa said. "That's maybe a little better?"

"Maybe," Anna replied, despite her initial reluctance. Probably, they'd assume she'd wet herself if they saw her in Pampers and no shorts anyway... Not even Mrs. Florez would guess that she was in baby diapers now, however. Neither option felt particularly good, honestly. 

"I could go get you something and bring it back," Karissa offered. "It would take me a minute, though, and if anyone saw me come in without you, they might wonder what was going on and come out to check on you... Or if a neighbor saw you sitting there alone..."

"Ugh," Anna hid her face in her hands. She hadn't thought about that part, about having to get out of Karissa's car in the driveway and get to either door, no matter what she was wearing. Karissa's family was, indeed, pretty likely to discover that she wore diapers, even if she wanted to try to put it off as long as possible... The neighbors, on the other hand, wouldn't necessarily have to... 

"It's up to you," Karissa told her. "It would just be best to have a plan of attack before we get there. So, what do you think?"

Should Anna... 

Go to the front door in her wet shorts?

Go to the front door in her diaper?

Go to the back door in her wet shorts?

Go to the back door in her diaper?

Or wait in the car for Karissa to bring her something to wear over her diaper?