Published: April 16th 2022, 12:00:04 pm
Holly squealed as the car hit another bump, bouncing her again in her messy diaper. She hadn't thought it would be quite as bad, without her car seat... It had been exciting, at first, riding along, strapped in with only the seat belt, something that she hadn't done in years. The fewer restraints were nice, no doubt; they also meant that she felt every speed bump and pothole far more intensely, her body moving much more in reaction, which, combined with the state of her pants, was not a good thing.
"Sorry," Elizabeth shrugged. "I'm not hitting them on purpose..."
"I know," Holly told her, though her certainty on that was wavering the longer the ride went on. It was the sort of thing she'd have expected from the woman's bratty, younger self, and, as much as she did seem to want to atone, it seemed like some of that was coming back as a kind of last-minute retribution for what Holly was about to put her through.
"They need to work on this parking lot," Elizabeth said as an excuse.
Holly held her tongue; when Mommy brought her to this same store, it was never this bumpy.... Of course, she was also in her car seat, so perhaps she just didn't feel them. And it didn't happen that often, really, so she could have forgotten, or the lot could have gotten worse since then.
Still, it truly didn't bother her as much as it ought to have, despite her reaction. She wasn't used to riding in a car this way anymore, so it took her by surprise, however, she did have a bouncer in her nursery, and this was nowhere near as rough as that. Mommy didn't usually make her sit in that when her diaper was stinky, unless she'd been especially bratty.
"There's a good spot!" Elizabeth declared, pulling her car into it. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Holly shook her head, sitting for a long moment while Elizabeth got out of the car before reaching for her seatbelt, fumbling with the button. Generally, if she was put into any kind of restraint, she was not supposed to touch them at all, much less let herself out of them, and she had to push harder than she'd expected to pop the buckle loose, but, by the time Elizabeth had walked around to the other side of the car, gave her a quizzical look, and opened the door, Holly had figured it out, and could hop out of the seat on her own.
"I-It was stuck," she mumbled with a blush.
Elizabeth smirked. "Sure, it was," she nodded, closing the door behind her, giving her keyfob a tap. "Come on... Do you need to hold my hand?"
"No," Holly stuck her tongue out at her. "I can walk on my own just fine!"
Walking around the house, or the playground at the park, was different than a parking lot, however, and she nervously eyed cars as she toddled her way towards the store, worried they were going to suddenly pull out and hit her at any time. That could have happened when Mommy was guiding her by the hand, too, obviously, but she always assumed Mommy was watching, and would be able to tell, and stop her if needed... And that the drivers would be able to see the much taller Mommy far easier than they could see her.
Elizabeth, of course, was not any taller than her, so she wouldn't be any help there, and Holly doubted she was any more observant, either, really, so it felt like a perilous journey... There wasn't even a close call, in the end, and when the destination was merely a store, it was a bit anti-climactic, at least until Holly remembered what the result of this trip would be.
"Well, then," Elizabeth said, grabbing a basket, "which way is the diaper aisle?"
Holly blushed, hearing the other girl say it so loud, knowing that, between them, even if nobody smelled her, she still looked more like the one who would need diapers between the two... But in this case, looks were deceiving, since the diapers weren't for her. Sure, there was no way for the people around them to know that, and, much as she might have enjoyed announcing it to everyone, she knew she probably shouldn't, as there was plenty of time for Elizabeth to change her mind... They both knew, though, and that was all that mattered.
"Umm..." Holly glanced around. "I think that way?"
"You don't know?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
"I don't have to pay attention, usually," Holly shrugged defensively. "And it's not like they're the only thing we get, so we don't start with them..."
"Okay," Elizabeth sighed. "We'll see."
She headed in the direction Holly had indicated, Holly shuffling after her, heart racing. It was really, finally, happening... She'd been thinking, dreaming, about this for a long, long time, and now, it was closer than ever to being real.
"We shouldn't need anything else, right?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you want to pick anything up for yourself?"
"S-Some wipes would be good," Holly admitted bashfully. There was no way she was going to be able to wear this diaper under Elizabeth's jeans, and even if she could have, she wouldn't want to risk letting the babysitter see her in them. If the sitter was any good at all, she'd recognize them right away, and might get suspicious... So she was going to have to change in the theater, and wipes would make cleaning up far easier.
"Good call," Elizabeth nodded. "Are you all right with wearing my underwear, or...?"
Holly squirmed. That might be weird, she supposed... Especially when she knew how bad her potty training, such as it was, had become. She wouldn't have minded making a mess of Elizabeth's panties normally, but she wouldn't want anything to happen while she was out and about, or at rehearsal... Or, certainly, when she went to the mall's anniversary event.
Could it wait until later? She wasn't going to be able to stay in Elizabeth's hotel room the entire time, and wouldn't have wanted to if she could... This was her chance to experience life as an adult again! So it was possible for her to come back here, get what she needed on her own, without the other girl here, judging her, potentially making fun of her...
What would happen before then, though? "W-We might want to pick up a little something extra," she conceded.
"Extra diapers?" Elizabeth grinned. "Or..?"
"I-It doesn't have to be that!" Holly told her, flustered.
"Good point," Elizabeth said. "I mean, you'll be able to keep the rest of my package, huh? The babysitter would know something was up if I was carrying around an almost full pack. Those ought to last you a day or two. And I might be back to reclaim my identity by then." She chuckled, seeing Holly's pouty reaction to her teasing.
"Here," Holly told her, pushing her down the diaper aisle, grabbing a package of Pull-Ups that she knew, immediately, were her size, thanks to her limited experiences with them over the years, during Mommy's attempts to 'potty-train' her, or at least show her how far from that she was, and shoving them into the basket.
"Such a big girl," Elizabeth pinched her cheeks, earning a glare from the less than amused Holly. "Now, then... What kind of diapers do you wear?"
Holly wriggled in embarrassment, even with nobody else around them, that they could see; knowing that they were buying the diapers - or one of them, anyway, since she knew Elizabeth was right about her not needing, or being able to use, the entire package - for Elizabeth didn't make much of a difference when Elizabeth was loudly blaring that question to the world.
Her answer wasn't a lot better, either. "A-All kinds," she admitted. "M-Mommy likes to test different brands on me, to know what to use for her clients..."
"Cute," Elizabeth giggled, probably glad she wasn't going to have to be the guinea pig, as Mommy wouldn't be around to do that. "I mean, though, what are you wearing now?"
"Oh," Holly blushed. "Umm..."
She ought to remember, really... It hadn't been that long ago that Mommy had changed her, and she should be able to recognize the feel of the usual brands Mommy used... After she'd messed herself, however, that was mostly what she noticed, not the padding underneath.
"It's almost sweet, how useless you are sometimes," Elizabeth teased, lifting up the skirt of Holly's jumper, revealing her full diaper even more than her words had. "There we go..."
"Elizabeth!" Holly squeaked, yanking her skirt free from Elizabeth's hand, smoothing it back down nervously.
"Well, we had to know," Elizabeth shrugged. "That was the easiest way." She plucked a package of diapers off the shelf, setting it into the basket next to the Pull-Ups. "Anything... Right, wipes." She snagged some of those. "Anything else?"
Holly, face still red, wanted to get out of the diaper aisle as soon as possible... There was something that was on her mind, though. "I'm not sure even the Pull-Ups are going to fit under those jeans," she looked at Elizabeth's waist.
"Well, I didn't exactly plan for this," Elizabeth scoffed.
"I-I'm not sure if I want to wear your undies or not," Holly continued.
"Ohh, I see," Elizabeth nodded. "Okay, we'll get you some of your own."
Elizabeth led her to the clothes section of the store, Holly wishing now she'd thought of this earlier, so they wouldn't have to parade through the whole place with a package of diapers and a package of Pull-Ups in their basket. "Where are you going?" she frowned. "They're right over..."
"There are some over there," Elizabeth agreed, glancing over towards the intimates section. "I think we'll find some that are more suitable for you in the kids' department."
"I can wear big girl sizes!" Holly insisted. She assumed that was what Elizabeth was wearing, and they were the same size, or close enough to it... She should know that! Of course, from what Holly recalled from the time when she had bought her own clothing, it was difficult at times to find anything that fit well without having to dip into kids' sizes, but it was possible, with some searching.
"You could," Elizabeth said. "But where's the fun in that?"
She kept walking, while Holly stopped in place, staring at the grown-up underwear enviously. It was right there... And Elizabeth wasn't leading her by the hand, wasn't forcing her to stay by her side the entire time. She could, in theory, stay here, do what she wanted... How was she going to get back to the theater, if Elizabeth left her, though? How was she going to pay for these panties, without Elizabeth's help?
"Look!" Holly scurried over to the nearest display, grabbing a pair of black panties, lined with a pink ribbon, punctuated by a bow in the middle of the waistband. They was still a hint of immaturity to them, unlike the plain, boring underwear that she would have chosen in her former life, but they were miles better than anything she'd worn in a decade, and the ribbon might make them just childish enough for her to convince Elizabeth. "Aren't these cute?"
She held them up; Elizabeth barely glanced in her direction, didn't stop moving towards the kids' department. Holly grumbled, dropping the panties back onto the table, rushing to catch up with her companion, at least wanting to be there to have a say with what she picked.
Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough, her bulky, sagging diaper slowing her down enough that, by the time she reached Elizabeth's side, she was already looking at the girls' panties, and had a pair adorned with cartoon ponies in her hands. "Not those!" Holly wrinkled her nose, regretting her reaction immediately, sure that, if she'd stayed silent, or pretended she'd liked them, Elizabeth would have moved on to something else.
"They look perfect to me," she put them next to the Pull-Ups. "Come on, let's go check out... We don't have all day."
Before Holly could respond, Elizabeth was walking again, heading for the registers at the front of the store. "These ones aren't so bad!" she tried, holding up a package of more plain panties, that Elizabeth, of course, ignored, leaving Holly to once more put them back, then hurry to keep from being left behind.
"Look," Holly pointed out. "The self-checkout is open, we could just..."
Elizabeth marched to a regular lane instead, pulling everything out of the basket and laying it out on the conveyor belt, each package of underthings being carried inexorably towards the worker at the end, an older lady who smiled at them. "Looks like somebody is going through some potty training," she observed with a knowing wink to Elizabeth.
"She thinks so," Elizabeth patted Holly on the head. "We'll see how it goes..."
Holly wanted to tell the worker that the diapers weren't even for her - though she knew she should probably wear them at night, at least - but stopped herself short, realizing that phrasing it that way made it obvious that everything else was, and remained quiet instead.
"Good luck, dear," the woman said cheerfully once Elizabeth had paid and taken the bags.
"You're going to need it," Elizabeth added under her breath. "Now, then, I think we still have time... Do you want to change here?"
Holly hadn't considered that, but she nodded as soon as it was brought up as a possibility. The sooner she could get out of her poopy diaper, the better, and if she didn't have to find a way to dispose of it at the theater without anyone noticing, that was a bonus. They went into the bathroom, to the handicap stall, Elizabeth helping her pull the jumper off to get it out of the way while she wiped herself off.
"Do we want to switch here?" Holly asked excitedly, eyeing Elizabeth's outfit greedily.
"Like you said," Elizabeth shrugged, "I don't know if your Pull-Ups will fit under these jeans... Can you make it all the way through rehearsal in big girl panties without having an accident?"
Holly blushed. If Mommy hadn't so recently forced her to demonstrate her lack of potty training, she might have been tempted, but now, with that fresh in her mind, she knew better. "Probably not," she pouted.
"I guess we'll have to wait, then," Elizabeth said. "Our act is near the end... We can do it, then change, and we should still be finished before your babysitter arrives."
It was a good plan, Holly had to admit, and even Pull-Ups felt far more grown-up than her diapers, especially the one she'd just taken off. She was feeling proud as they exited the bathroom, strutting to the exit, and across the parking lot, which suddenly didn't seem nearly as big or scary.
Elizabeth even let her get into the driver's seat. "There aren't a ton of cars around," she said. "We can practice a little..."
The basics came back to her quicker than she'd anticipated, though she was glad when Elizabeth took over before they headed to the theater. Elizabeth tore open the diapers and panties, taking one of each out and slipping them into her purse, leaving the rest of their purchases in the floorboards of the back seat. It wasn't quite their turn yet, so they returned to the dressing room, Elizabeth sitting down and taking out a pair of scissors.
"What are those for?" Holly asked.
"Sit down," Elizabeth slid another chair out for her. "Our hair looks similar, but I think I can fix it up a bit better... Just in case..."
Looking between Holly and herself, she snipped at her hair, matching it as closely to Holly's as she could, a jolt of excitement running through Holly every time she heard the blades close, saw a few strands of hair fall. This was real, she thought... Elizabeth was actually committing to this...
She didn't chicken out after they did their number, either. It was rough, which was to be expected, considering neither of them had made it all the way to the show the first time around, and they'd been up to other things at rehearsal, rather than practicing. "It'll get there," the director told them. "And I didn't notice you had the same haircut before! How fun!"
"We're going to work on the song more," Holly promised, taking Elizabeth by the hand.
"Good," the director nodded, letting Holly rush Elizabeth back to the dressing room, where she locked the door, grabbing at Elizabeth's purse.
"All right, all right," Elizabeth chuckled. "Calm down..."
Holly couldn't calm herself, however, and thanks to that, her Pull-Up was already pretty soggy by the time she slid out of her jumper again. She could see Elizabeth spot it, and the bemused expression on her face, but she didn't let it bother her. A wet Pull-Up was much easier to stuff into the trash can in the bathroom at the rear of the dressing room than a messy diaper would have been, and after cleaning herself up, she was ready to slide into her pony panties before continuing to disrobe.
"Here, help me tape this up," Elizabeth told her, spreading the diaper out on the floor and sitting down on it. "Do you know how to do that?"
"Yes," Holly huffed, though it was a fair question... She didn't change herself, after all, and wasn't even supposed to think about touching the tapes on her own. She'd seen it done enough times that she was able to do a passable job, tugging the sides snug around the other girl's waist. She couldn't get the tapes as perfect and even as Mommy, but it was probably better than Elizabeth could have done by herself.
It was almost more difficult for her to get her jeans up and fastened, as tight as they were. That was definitely a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time... She did get to wear things over her diapers from time to time, but usually tights, or leggings, things that were made to stretch to accommodate her diaper... It was weird, feeling the denim cling to her this way... Weird, yet not bad...
"Aww," she giggled when she was finished, looking over at Elizabeth, able to see now why everyone had wanted to coo at her, tell her how adorable she was. She adjusted Elizabeth's hairband, admiring Elizabeth's choice to cut her hair, seeing how much that helped to sell the illusion. "What a precious little baby!"
"For now," Elizabeth glared at her, which only made her more cute as she stood there, legs splayed awkwardly from the clearly unfamiliar bulk of her diaper. It was hard to believe this was the same person Holly had seen just a couple hours before, looking so mature, so grown-up... She hoped her new outfit was doing the opposite for her.
"You're almost perfect," Holly told her, kneeling down to adjust her skirt, and her socks, unable to resist giving her padded bottom a pat. "You're only missing one thing..."
"What's that?" Elizabeth asked, crossing her arms.
"You can't figure it out?" Holly giggled. "Mommy knows I messed my diaper, so she probably told the babysitter about it, so she'd know what to expect... So, if you don't want the babysitter to be suspicious about why your pants are suddenly clean... Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to go ahead and poop your pants, little girl.