Published: March 26th 2021, 2:01:01 pm
That chance had not manifested itself by the time they'd finished eating, mostly because the dinner rush appeared to be starting, making Lizzie more and more anxious about the idea of so much as thinking about the trainers under her skirt... There was no way she was going to mention them out loud, or show them off!
"Oh, my," the waitress chuckled as she came over to pick up the plates, and see if they wanted any dessert. "Look at that mess on your bib!"
Lizzie frowned, glancing down at herself, cheeks burning when she saw that she had, indeed, dripped sauce onto it. Between that, and her size, everyone had probably already assumed she was wearing far worse than trainers when they saw her... Maybe it would have been better to brag about them after all!
"I think we're good on dessert," Heather tried to save Lizzie by changing the subject. "Just the bill."
"No problem," the waitress replied, untying the bib, now that Lizzie wouldn't be needing it anymore. "But none on your dress!" she booped Lizzie on the nose. "Good thing you had the bib, then, isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah," Lizzie admitted. She would definitely rather spill onto something made for that, instead of her clothes.
She had expected to argue about who was going to pay, or how they'd split the bill, but Heather just handed over her credit card when the waitress returned with it, settling the issue without discussion. "I'll pay for the movie," Lizzie offered. "
"We'll see," Heather responded mysteriously.
"You don't have to pay for everything!" Lizzie insisted. "This is a date! We're taking each other out, it's not only you taking me out!"
Heather nodded gently. "I know, Lizzie," she told her. "We're going to see a grown-up movie, though, so it'll probably be simpler if I just pay for it, so they don't check your ID to see if you're old enough to go in."
Lizzie blushed, remembering all the times that had happened. She had an Amazon with her, so she doubted the worst would happen, but she had heard horror stories of other littles who'd gone to see movies in the afternoon, gotten carded, then, when the attendants thought their IDs were fake - or the workers were simply bored - had the cops called on them, and they'd ended up in an adoption facility.
Now was definitely not the time to risk that... She wanted to tell Heather about what she was wearing for her; she didn't want her to find out when someone at the movie theater lifted her skirt to see if she was mature enough for her movie. "I-I could give you my card again, like at..."
"Thank you," Heather interrupted her, taking the receipt, and her own card, from the waitress, scribbling a signature on the former and getting up. "We'd better get going, we don't want to be late."
Lizzie's eyes flicked towards the bathroom doors, so close to them... To be honest, she wouldn't have minded making a visit to them. Of course, they'd been there the whole time, so she could have done that whenever she wanted... She had nobody to blame except herself for not doing so. It wasn't too urgent yet, anyway, and there were bathrooms at the theater.
"Thank you for coming!" the waitress chirped, taking Lizzie by surprise by kneeling down, giving her a hug as she hopped out of her seat. "You'd better come back again, cutie!"
And then, to Lizzie's horror, she patted her on the bottom, like she would with a small child. Lizzie's face burned, feeling the woman's hand on her backside, knowing there was no way she wouldn't recognize the padding, however thin. Indeed, she gave Lizzie a sly smile, a wink, that confirmed exactly that.
It wasn't fair! She wasn't wearing these trainers for her! They were for Heather, and Heather alone! Heather would know she didn't need them, that Lizzie was doing it for her benefit... The waitress had no idea, likely thought Lizzie genuinely had to have some protection to keep her pants dry! She wanted to explain, or at least yell at her for the violation, for getting to be the first person to find out, instead of Heather... But doing so would involve making a scene that would not only ruin the surprise for Heather, it would inform everyone else around of Lizzie's trainers, at which point, any outburst she had would seem even more like a tantrum than it probably already would have, coming from someone her size.
She felt so tiny, so helpless, watching the waitress stand up, turn towards Heather, trying to silently beg her not to say anything. Her hands wrapped around the hem of her skirt, her mind racing, wondering if she should bite the bullet now or not. The other diners were behind her... If she lifted her skirt, Heather was probably the only one who would see - even if others might suspect - so it would still be her telling her, in relative privacy, before the waitress did...
But what if someone headed into the bathroom at that moment, or, worse, came out? And that felt like such a little girl thing to do... Of course, Heather would likely consider that a positive... Lizzie squirmed, grip tightening, unable to make a decision...
"You're very lucky," the waitress told Heather. "She's adorable."
"She is, isn't she?" Heather smiled. "We're just friends, though, at the moment."
The waitress raised an eyebrow, surprised at that, if not a little suspicious. "I see," she nodded. "Well, I don't want to hold you up. Thank you for dining with us!"
Lizzie's hands stayed wrapped in her skirt as she followed Heather through the restaurant, grateful she hadn't made any rash decisions. She let out a sigh of relief as she sank into the seat of her car, glad that part of the night was over. It hadn't even really been all that awful... If she hadn't been in the training pants the whole time - or, perhaps, if she'd come clean to Heather about them immediately, so she wasn't constantly anxious about them - she probably could have shrugged the rest of it off. That bit of padding had made everything else feel so much worse, more humiliating...
The movie would be simple, however. Coming straight from dinner, they wouldn't even have to think about what snacks to get, or the much more pleasant embarrassment of their hands accidentally brushing against one another if they both reached for popcorn at the same time. All they'd have to do was get their tickets, and go into the nice, dark theater. There was a privacy to that, as long as it wasn't completely packed, that was comforting to Lizzie.
Calming herself down, and convincing herself of all that, took her long enough that the debate over who was going to pay for the tickets was finished before she arrived, Heather waiting for her by the door to hand her one. "You bought them without me?" Lizzie stared up at her, then back at the ticket in her hand.
"I thought it would be easier that way," Heather said. "I really don't mind."
Lizzie blushed, feeling more like a little girl being taken out for the night by her Mommy than a young woman on a date. Heather might not see it that way - or she might prefer to see it like that - but, despite what she'd chosen to wear, that wasn't exactly what she'd been going for.
"Hey," Heather told her gently. "If it makes you feel better, you can pay for the snacks."
"Snacks?" Lizzie shifted, her tummy already full of spaghetti. "Do you really want snacks?"
It was Heather's turn to look away, cheeks turning slightly pink. Lizzie felt bad, realizing how what she'd said could have sounded. "I-It's okay if you do!" she stammered. "I-I just don't think I could eat another bite."
"Well, my stomach is a bit bigger than yours," Heather reminded her. "I thought we'd get drinks, anyway, and maybe some candy, since we skipped dessert."
"Okay," Lizzie nodded. She hadn't even thought about drinks, but those would be nice to have... And, by the end of the movie, she might be ready for a little candy. "I'll go get in line. What do you want?"
She half expected Heather to offer to wait in line with her. She wasn't sure if she would have wanted it or not... The company would have been nice, but she was more than capable of doing it on her own. Heather apparently recognized that, rattled off her order quickly enough that she'd either been thinking about it for a while, or it was what she always got at the movies.
"Th-That's what I was going to get to drink, too," Lizzie said bashfully. "Should I just get one big one? I-Is it too early for us to think about splitting it like that?"
"It's fine with me," Heather shrugged. "But it's up to you. You're in charge of this! Don't let me down."
She winked at Lizzie, headed off to the bathroom, where Lizzie still hadn't been. Lizzie grabbed the candy Heather wanted, and, after a little debate, got some sweets for herself, then picked the biggest cup they had for their drink. She wasn't sure how much she'd have, or how thirst Heather still was, but she wanted to know there would be enough.
"My, my," the 'tweener ringing her up teased. "I hope you've got lots of padding on, if you're going to drink all that! I'm going to tell the ushers they have permission to spank you if they find any puddles in the seats after your movie."
"I-I don't do that!" Lizzie blushed, the mockery cutting deeper because she was, in fact, wearing a bit of padding.
"Don't do which?" the teenaged girl asked, clearly enjoying watching her squirm. "Wear diapers, or pee your pants?"
"N-Neither!" Lizzie informed her, hating how little it sounded like the truth, thanks to how flustered she was. "W-Will you just take my money?!"
"Maybe I should see if anyone has any spare diapers they can give you, then," the worker continued. "Because after you drink all this, there's no way you won't be dribbling all over yourself."
"No!" Lizzie gasped, watching the girl's finger move towards the intercom button, looking around frantically for Heather. She was still in the bathroom, apparently... Without her there, Lizzie was sure there would be plenty of people who would love to 'help' her out... "I-I'm not drinking all of it myself, I swear!"
"Hmm..." she didn't look convinced.
Lizzie knew what she had to do; she didn't like it, but she knew. She hadn't been able to make herself do it for Heather, back in the restaurant, when she was in the perfect position to keep anyone else from seeing, and yet, here she was, having to do it for a stranger to keep anything worse from happening.
She lifted her skirt, ever so slightly, just enough to let a bit of the plastic show. "You're a little liar, aren't you?" the girl smirked.
"N-No," Lizzie shook her head.
"You told me you didn't wear diapers," she reminded her. "How can I trust that you don't pee your pants, too? Come here." She waved Lizzie forward, the smaller woman looking confused for a moment. "Right now!"
The girl was at least a few years younger than Lizzie, though it was hard to tell if she was in college, or about to graduate high school. Either way, she was pretty, surely popular, the kind of person who had spent most of their time at school tormenting Lizzie, and other littles like her... But the tone in her voice was so strong, so domineering, that Lizzie couldn't help doing as she was told, stumbling forward.
"You'd better not have fibbed to me again," she threatened. "If you're wet, too, you're really going to regret it."
Lizzie squeaked as the girl reached under her skirt, gave her training pants a squeeze. Here was another person that she wasn't wearing them for, getting to know about them, and feel them, before Heather did... And this one was very thoroughly checking her, right there at the front of the line, making it very obvious to everyone behind her what was going on...
And, to Lizzie's horror, she realized partway through that there was something to find. She hadn't noticed it at the time, or until there was a hand, probing and rubbing, but, apparently, when she'd seen the girl reaching for the intercom button, something had happened... It was tiny, just a few drops, probably... She could feel it, however, and was glad her face had already been bright red from the diaper check, to keep from alerting the cashier to anything.
She wouldn't be able to tell... Right?! If Lizzie had been in her panties, it would have been obvious, right away, and these were supposedly not all that absorbent, despite how much bulkier they were... They could hold a couple drops without it being detectable from the outside, though, surely...
"Hmm..." the girl said, the sound nowhere near enough to tell Lizzie if she ought to be worried or not, though the sustained suspense was making her feel like she might have another accident any moment, might flood her pants, and prove her own words wrong, right as the cashier had her hands on her trainers...
"You still better not leak," she finally finished, pulling her hand away and taking the card Lizzie had been trying to give her for what felt like so long now. "If I hear about anything happening, I'll know it was you."
"Y-Yes, ma'am," Lizzie nodded, wanting to get this over with, rather than arguing about how she was sure she wasn't the only person there who could have possibly been the culprit, assuming anything did happen. Glancing around, however, she saw that she was the only little in line by herself, the only one she saw without a very obvious diaper bulge under the clothes, if the infantile garment wasn't totally on display... No wonder the girl was picking on her.
She got her card back, took her treats, and scurried off, meeting Heather as she emerged from the bathroom. "Perfect!" the woman smiled. "Thank you, Lizzie! Should we go in? Looks like it's about to start."
"Umm..." Lizzie nibbled her lip, glancing at the bathroom door. She didn't want to make them late for the movie... After what had just happened, though, she didn't want to run the risk of having an accident, now more than ever. "I-I actually need to..."
"Oh!" Heather looked surprised. "If I'd known, I would have let you go while I got the snacks! I could have waited!"
"I-I could, too! I-I did!" Lizzie assured her. "I-I still could... Or you could go in without me, so you don't miss anything..."
"No, it's fine," Heather said. "It might be hard to find me in the dark. Just hurry." She took the treats, and Lizzie scurried into the bathroom, glad a stall was open for her to use.
She could see the tiny wet spot in her trainers as her legs dangled from the toilet seat, reminding her that she hadn't quite entirely made it... And of what had happened out there, on the other side of the bathroom wall. She hoped she wouldn't run into anyone else from the line in the bathroom, that the cashier wouldn't say anything as they rushed past her, to their screen...
This had all gone so wrong! Heather was supposed to be the only one who found out, and now it seemed like she was going to be the last one. This whole thing felt like it had gotten corrupted, like maybe she should give up, try again another time... But, if that was the case, she might as well have not been in trainers at all today, which probably would have made it so much easier to deal with everything else!
As much as she wanted to sit and ponder that for a few minutes, she didn't want to make Heather any later for the movie than they already were, so she wiped herself off, pulled up her trainers, and washed her hands, hurrying out to meet the woman. She could feel the cashier's eyes on her as they went past the register, following her into the theater. She was glad the girl had seen her with Heather, so she could assume Lizzie was under her protection... But she didn't like the girl knowing which movie they were seeing. She didn't expect anything to happen, at least not with her... What if someone else had an accident, though?
She tried not to think too much about it as they quietly made their way up the steps, through the aisles. "Sorry," Lizzie whispered, the movie having already begun by the time they were in their seats.
"It's okay," Heather told her. "It's just a minute or two."
Lizzie couldn't help it... She wriggled in her seat, feeling the stupid training pants beneath her, the root of all this. Maybe she should have taken them off in the bathroom, thrown them away, been done with them... But she hadn't, for some reason.
She looked up at the screen, trying to concentrate, her mind replaying the incidents with the waitress and the cashier instead. She picked up the drink from its holder between them, took a surly sip, already trying to formulate a better plan for the next date, if she was able to get one, something that would let her reveal the trainers to Heather without feeling self-conscious, and without anyone else discovering them first...
But what better place was there, really, other than here, in the dark of the theater? She'd already seen how easily spooked she could get at a restaurant, and, somehow, even her own place, or Heather's, felt like it would be more awkward...
She glanced over at Heather, a silent debate raging in her mind... And then, finally, she gave a shrug, and a quiet, "Screw it." She grabbed Heather's hand, moving it slowly from the armrest, over to her own seat, letting it move under her skirt.
"Lizzie!" Heather sounded surprised as she whispered. "What are you... We're in public!"
And then, Lizzie felt it, felt the other woman's hand brush against her trainers, felt the lightning the contact sent through her, in a way she very much hadn't felt from the other women who had touched her padding, and it only continued as Heather's fingers began to explore, recognizing what was going on.
"Wait, are you...?" she looked away from the screen, over at Lizzie, her embarrassed expression enough to confirm. "Have you been wearing that the whole time?" Lizzie gave a tiny nod. "What a good girl!"
Suddenly, despite everything, it felt like maybe this had been worth it after all. Lizzie melted a little into her seat, those last four words hitting her in a way she very much hadn't expected.
"Feels like you had a little accident, though," Heather smiled. "Good thing you had those on."
Lizzie squirmed; had she really noticed?! She hadn't gone any more... Unless she hadn't wiped as well as she'd thought, in her rush, there was no reason it should have been any more obvious now than it had been when the cashier checked her. Maybe Heather was just that much more suited to being a Mommy, being able to detect the smallest of wet spots in her baby's diaper...
Not that Lizzie was wearing a diaper, of course! They were training pants... They were much different! And she didn't need a Mommy, either, obviously... "I-I guess so," she admitted, blushing. "B-But I don't need them," she felt the need to clarify.
"Of course not," Heather kissed her on the top of the head. "Now, hush... We're at a movie."
Feeling very much like a chastised little girl - but, weirdly, in a good way - Lizzie nodded, settling down into her chair, so glad that Heather finally knew... And that she'd liked her surprise.