Finding Your Truth (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

Chapter 10 = Flashback: I was frozen. I could barely feel my toes and it wasn’t because of not being super used to high heels. The loud beat sounded like a far off background cue that no longer mattered. I didn’t even realize until I was gasping for air, but I was holding my breath as I awaited Lauren’s next words.

The beautiful blonde girl stared at me as if she was trying to decipher a puzzle. The butterfly pull-up still rested in her hand and she stared at me with her eyes glowing and her mouth still hanging open slightly in shock. I couldn’t tell if she was happy to see me. That or angry or whatever else she might be feeling.

“Michael,” She repeated. “Is that really you?” I tried to respond to her but my stubborn words were still caught in my throat. “You... you look so...” I nodded to her, confirmation flashing in her face.

“H-hey Lauren,” I spoke as softly as I could to still be heard by her over the music. There was an awkward silence between us for a terrible few seconds until Lauren broke it with a statement I was not expecting.

“You look so beautiful.” The words flopped out of her mouth as if she hadn’t been planning on saying it.

“Oh, t-thank you.” I couldn’t hide my blush as I spoke.

“You’re a lot more skilled at dressing up than I thought you were.”

“Oh this? This isn’t me. I have a friend from the cosmetology department.”

“Oh, that makes sense. W-well... she did a wonderful job. I couldn't tell it was you, honest. You really are a stunning person girl.” I smiled softly. There was another pause between us and this time I decided to break the silence.

“Lauren, listen I...” Though she cut me off.

“No Michael, uh I mean Lexi sorry, I need to apologize.” I was shocked by this.

“Apologize? You?”

“Yes, me. I overreacted to what I saw. It was unfair of me to judge regardless of my assumptions. But more so than that, there was another reason that I reacted the way that I did.” I looked at her intrigued. What was she talking about?

“Another reason, what do you mean?” Lauren averted her eyes to the floor and took a deep breath.

“When I was 16 I was working as a babysitter for a girl named Mary. Mary was a cute little thing and she always did as she was told except when it came to one thing. She’d been having potty training issues at night and her Mother told me that Mary was required to wear protection every night, no exception. Mary had been an angel for me the whole day until I inevitably told her that it was time to get ready for bed, including her protection.”

I listened to Lauren’s story intently, unsure exactly where it was going.

“Well, I was hoping she wouldn’t but as I expected, the girl threw a fit. She refused to even consider putting on her protection no matter what I said.” Lauren looked at me, a flash of desperation in her face as she recalled the memory. “There was nothing else I could do. The offer just spilled out of me. I told Mary, ‘what if I wore them with you?’ The girl had been admittedly shocked at what I said, but it wasn’t long until she was giggling and nodding her head enthusiastically. I think she had stopped caring about wearing them herself and more so just wanted to see me in them. Well, I did as I promised and I changed into them for her. Mary loved it and I couldn’t hear the end of it. Ya know, they were that exact kind, the ones with the butterflies and owls on them. That’s why seeing them on you was so surreal.”

“So you just had a bad memory from when you once wore them when you were 16?” Lauren looked up at me, grinning awkwardly.

“Well...... I’m not done yet.” She took another deep breath, as if what she was going to say would be difficult to get out. “So, I put Mary to bed after she got into her own protection. And after that, after I left her room, I could have just changed. I could have just taken the pull-up off right there and changed back into my regular underwear... but I didn’t.” Lauren was intensely blushing as she spoke. “I chose to stay in the pull-up, for the rest of the night in fact. It felt strange. It was weird and my brain told me that I shouldn’t like it... but I did. It was soft, and cute. And it made me feel safe in a weird way.”

I was shocked at what I was hearing. Was this girl, this beautiful girl actually telling me that she had enjoyed wearing a pull-up?!

Lauren continued, “I don’t know where I got the crazy idea but I decided that if I was gonna wear it and throw it away... I might as well go all out.” I could see Lauren cringing as she spoke. “I found a spot where I wouldn’t make too bad of a mess, and I used the pull-up. By then I had really needed to go and it just all came out of me. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I had gotten a text from Mary’s mother telling me she’d be arriving home early. It wasn’t long after I had wet the pull-up that Mary’s mother had come storming in and caught me. She was furious. She called me a freak, and told me that I would never babysit for Mary again! She gave me my pants and then threw me out of her house that night before I could even find my underwear. She sent me home in that soaking wet pull-up.” Lauren looked embarrassed and pissed simultaneously. “Well, when I got home and needless to say I’ve kinda hated the idea of wearing them ever since... even though I was still kind of intrigued by the idea.” Lauren looked up at me. I was shocked at her story. I would never in my life had believed a girl as amazing as Lauren would ever have a story like that.

“Jeez, Lauren I...”

“Unless of course, I’m an idiot and you don’t wear them because you want to! You only were for a dare or because of medical reasons! And if that’s the case I’ll just go jump off a bridge.” Lauren looked hopeful as she looked at me wide-eyed in a panic. I couldn’t help myself from chuckling a little.

“No no no... Lauren. It’s okay. You were right. I wear them because I wanted to.” Lauren sighed in relief.

“Well, again. I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted before, but at least you know why I did now. And I guess, you kinda helped me.” The girl smiled, mischievously at me.

“Helped you? What do you mean?” Lauren glanced around at the dance floor and was making sure no one was watching.

“Well, I assume you’re wearing one under that sexy dress of yours Lexi?” I started blushing myself. “Am I wrong?” I smirked at her and looked around myself. Masking my body from the crowd I lifted up the skirt of my dress and showed Lauren the poofy cute pull-ups that I was wearing under my small pair of panties. Lauren giggled at the sight, smiling. “Well...” She said smirking now. Lauren reached down and lifted up her own skirt.

I was shocked as I looked down and saw her wearing a matching pull-up of the same kind, without even as little as a pair of panties to hide it. “You reminded me that you’re not the only baby around here.”
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