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Chapter 1

It was already dark out. Depressing. At only 5:00 PM, how could it be so damn dark outside? Snow is falling down, looking like polystyrene raindrops. If we were all in a snow globe the person holding it must’ve been epileptic.

My name’s Matt, by the way. Hi, nice to meet you. This is is the story of the time I got caught in a snow storm at my crush’s house.
Also, my crush is my best friend. Just so we’re clear, she has no idea I’m into her… at all… I think.

We’ve been friends for a year now and we’re very close. We give each other cute nicknames, we sleep in each other’s bed, we like holding hands and hugging…. but that’s it. Some people at school think we’re dating. We’re not. Others think I’m gay. Sometimes I wish I was. Maybe you’ve been through that yourself.

Bailey is probably the cutest person I have ever met. She’s got this way of looking at the world, like she’s always amazed at the simplest things. In the cynical times we live in she’s a breath of fresh air. Some people think she’s immature or childish… Well if you think being happy and joyful and enjoying the simple pleasures of life is childish, I want to be childish too.

Maybe it’s the way she dresses… She does often dress like a 4 year old. I don’t mind it. I think it’s adorable actually. Although I hadn’t realized to what extent she liked to dress that way until that one night, during the snow storm.

We were working on a team project for school, it was getting late and depressingly dark. We were hanging out in her room, which looked a bit more like her little sister’s room to be honest. She had plush animals everywhere.

It was decided that I would spend the night in her tiny one bedroom apartment so that I wouldn’t go through the storm. Right when we were getting ready for bed, she left the room to brush her teeth.

Never let a curious person alone if you’re looking to hide something. I’m the type of person that opens your drawers in the bathroom just to see what kind of stuff you buy.

So after a few minutes of dull loneliness and looking around, I start getting a bit curious and go through Bailey’s stuff. I was looking for an extra blanket or sleeping bag, but I also was looking to satisfy my curiosity and snoop around a bit.

The first thing I noticed was that she had tons of shoes. Way too many shoes. Then I opened her closet. I made sure she’s not close by. There was her collection of childish clothes, overalls and dresses. A few unimportant things and… what’s this? A purple package on the side. At first I thought it was a pack of sanitary pads, but it’s too big for that. I picked it up.

‘’Goodnites Bedtime Underwear’’. It featured a young girl lying in bed. I was puzzled by this item, until I realized what it was. I saw commercials of this a few years ago. They’re diapers for bed wetters. Did Bailey still wet the bed? At her age, it was unlikely. Maybe she wore them for heavy period or they weren’t hers.

They were in her closet though… plus the package was almost empty. Whoever they were, they used up a lot of them. I should’ve just left it at that but my curiosity had the best of me and I pulled on of the briefs out.

Yup, that’s a diaper alright. With butterflies and flowers and all… But why would she…

Bailey: What are you up to?

I jumped. Startled. In my clumsiness I let the Goodnites package fall on the floor. Bailey looked at me in disbelief. Oh no.

Matt: I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to snoop around, I was just looking for… something, and… Hum. So, why do you have those? You still wet the bed?

That did not work according to plan. It was kind of an off-hand remark, to defuse the tension. I mean, she couldn’t possibly be a bed wetter still, right? It had to be something else…. right? I watched her face blush as I had never seen it before.

Matt: You… you do?

Bailey: Huh… yeah I… Why were you looking in there?! You weren’t supposed to find these.

She picked up the package angrily along with the two briefs that had fallen out of it and she put them back in the closet, pushing me away to close the door.

Matt: I’m sorry Bai, I didn’t know.

Bailey: You weren’t supposed to know.

Matt: Do you want to talk about it? You know you can trust me, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Hey… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

Bailey: It’s okay.. It’s just… Ugh. It’s just I didn’t expect I’d have to tell you… and now, I don’t know what to do.

Matt: Don’t worry about me Bai, I’m not judging you at all. I’m sure there’s plenty of people our age that still have issues with this… I don’t think you should be ashamed at all!

What the hell was I saying. I was just trying to justify myself. Oh well, it did seem to make her feel more at ease. She was standing in front of me, arms folded, in her pajamas. God was she cute. I just wanted to cuddle her and tell her it was alright.

Matt: So… hum… do you need some space to… you know.. put it on?

Bailey’s face was red with embarrassment, yet she seemed surprised by my question. She hesitated for a moment.

Bailey: Oh… right, yeah huh, turn around.

She opened the closet again and reluctantly picked up one of the Goodnites. I  gave her some space and turned around like she asked. She did that often when she undressed. I gave her privacy even though I was in the room.
This time however, I realized I was facing a mirror….

I could hear her sliding down her pajama pants and stepping out of it. Then she unfolded the diaper and stepped in it, pulling it up her legs. It crinkled a bit as she did. I tried as much as I could not to look but my curiosity once again had the best of me and I peeked.

She was wearing just her top and her Goodnites. They didn’t look too much like diapers to be honest. More like Pull-Ups for toddlers. And she was cute as a button.

Thanks to the amazing @smalllittlething for interpreting the character in this story. Check out her blog on Tumblr!
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