Published: April 30th 2022, 12:00:04 pm
Lizzie squirmed at Heather's side, glancing around as she tugged nervously on the hem of the cutesy little t-shirt she'd decided to wear, complete with a fluffy kitten on the front. She'd bought it, long ago, as a disguise, to help her blend in better with the fashion sense of other littles; never had it done a better job than today, even if neither she nor Heather had thought it would be enough on its own for the job.
She didn't think anyone could tell there was a Pull-Up under her jeans, but she had no doubt that they all assumed as much... They probably usually did anyway, to be honest. If she was in here, however, with someone who was clearly her caretaker, standing by obediently - but not too obediently, since she still had a leash attach to her wrist - that had to make it a near certainty to them, if only because there wasn't enough of a bulge beneath her pants for her to be in diapers.
"Oh, and look at this!" Heather chirped, turning and holding up a dress to Lizzie before draping it over the edge of the cart. "Adorable!"
Lizzie blushed, looking at their cart, how full it was, with things folded up at the bottom, hanging over the sides... "Y-You know we only really need one outfit, right?"
"What was that?" Heather smiled down at her. "I think you're forgetting something, dear... Mommy knows best. And no self-respecting Mommy would leave the house, certainly not to spend all day at the office, without at least one change of clothes for her little one! You never know what will happen! Especially when their little one is trying out training panties!"
"I-I'm not trying them out," Lizzie stared down at her feet, eyes darting around the clothes section, hoping nobody was close enough to have overheard that.
"You aren't?" Heather gave them a pat. "Does that mean you wear them all the time now? Because I think that's a fib, don't you? I know somebody has to wear diapers sometimes, too."
"Mommy!" Lizzie squeaked, pouting when she heard Heather giggle at her reaction. She wore actual panties sometimes as well, though pointing that out would seem overly defensive in this place... And, honestly, she wasn't doing much of that anymore, anyway. She was allowed to wear them less than half of the week! Then again, she did have them at her apartment, could put them on whenever she wanted, if it actually did bother her, and she never did, so what did that mean?
"There's nothing wrong with that," Heather reassured her. "I'm only saying, we ought to have a backup outfit. It'll look more realistic, don't you think?"
"I-I guess," Lizzie had to concede. "B-But we could just bring this, right?" She gestured down at what she was wearing now. "You're not going to have to use it, it's only for if you have to open the bag, so..."
"What if I have to dig through the bag for something?" Heather countered. "The shirt is good, but those jeans... No offense, sweetie, they look too grown-up."
Lizzie was definitely not offended by that. "Is anybody really going to be able to tell that from a quick glance?"
"Better safe than sorry," Heather said.
"Well, we just need a different pair of pants, then!" Lizzie replied, looking around at the clothes she was surrounded by, at the leggings with ruffled bottoms, the jeans with sparkles and heart-shaped pockets, the tights that her Pull-Ups would absolutely be visible through, but that some Amazons would make littles wear as their only pants anyway...
"Or we could get something else altogether!" Heather suggested. "You never know what might happen!"
"Sure," Lizzie nodded. There wasn't anything there she was willing to grab, to hold up as a quick, easy solution that wouldn't be completely useless after this investigation was over - or, rather, that she would consider wearing in her day-to-day life - so it was better to let Heather pick something out that she wanted, and stop fussing about it.
"This ought to be a good start," Heather declared, examining her cart. "Let's go try it on!"
"A start?" Lizzie whined.
"That's right," Heather told her. "A start... We want this to be perfect, don't we? No matter how long it takes?"
"I-I guess," Lizzie pouted.
"Come on, Lizzie," Heather sighed. "Why are you being such a spoilsport?"
Lizzie blushed, realizing that was exactly what she was doing. She knew that Heather had been looking forward to this... Was it really that surprising that she'd go a bit overboard, having Lizzie here, surrounded by the sorts of clothes she'd wanted her to be wearing all along? "Sorry," she said. "This kind of place just makes me nervous..."
Heather smiled, taking her by the hand and giving it a squeeze. "It's okay, Lizzie," she promised. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, no matter how you're dressed, all right?"
"I know," Lizzie nodded. "I just can't help it..."
Heather smiled at her again, looking a little sadder this time, and more protective, before ushering the girl into the fitting room with the cartload of clothes. "Up you go!" Heather exclaimed, lifting Lizzie up, setting her down on the bench. She fished through her purse to find the key to the wristband holding the leash in place, unlocking it. "This ought to make it easier... How did it feel so far?"
She took Lizzie's wrist, rubbing the area the wristband had been covering gently. Lizzie almost didn't want to answer, to let her keep going, but she had to confess, "I-It's fine... They're made to be worn for long periods of time, so it isn't too uncomfortable."
"Are you sure?" Heather asked, looking her in the eye. "We can go without it if we need to... I know this cart doesn't have a nice seat for you, but I bet you could still sit up top... Or I'm sure I could get that nice girl to bring us a different cart to switch into... Do you want one with a little car?"
Lizzie stuck her tongue out at Heather, knowing that she was teasing her. "I'll be okay," she reiterated. "We're not going to be able to take a shopping cart into your office anyway."
"Well, no," Heather admitted. "But we could find something else to use while we're here."
"It's fine," Lizzie told her, one more time. "I-I don't mind it."
"All right," Heather said. "In that case... Why don't we get started?" She picked up a party dress with a big, poofy skirt from the cart, holding it up proudly.
"Is that really what you'd bring me to the office in?" Lizzie eyed the thing skeptically.
"Maybe," Heather shrugged as she rustled through the skirts, trying to find the center. "Arms up!"
Lizzie obediently raised her arms, letting Heather pull the dress over her head before plucking her back up off the bench, setting her down on her feet. "Cute!" Heather beamed. "But... It's hard to get the full effect with..."
Lizzie followed her gaze, sighed. "I mean... I guess we're going to have to take them off for some of those other things anyway..."
Heather quickly knelt down to unbutton Lizzie's jeans, putting her back on the bench so she could untie her shoes and remove them before sliding the jeans down and off, leaving Lizzie in just the dress - and the t-shirt underneath, though that wasn't visible - and her Pull-Ups, which Lizzie saw, after being helped off the bench again, she was flashing every time she moved in the slightest.
"I look like a little princess," Lizzie pouted, the blush in her cheeks deepening when she got another glimpse of her trainers, remembered that they were adorned with Princess Angelica, making her comment feel all the more appropriate. It was almost like she was dressing up like her, or trying to impress her, to join her court...
"We could get you a little plastic tiara!" Heather clapped her hands. "You could be Mommy's little princess!"
"Isn't this kind of a lot for a day at work?" Lizzie tried again.
"It is," Heather admitted, taking her phone out of her purse. "Give me a cute pose!"
"Mommy!" Lizzie whined, but did her best anyway, posing awkwardly, which probably only made it look cuter.
"Fine, fine, you caught me," Heather smiled. "I just wanted to see what you'd look like in it! We're not going to get it... Unless..."
"No, we don't need it," Lizzie shook her head. "It'd take up like half of your closet space on its own!"
"It might be worth it, though," Heather mused as she gathered up the skirts to pull it back off of the girl. "Just think of how sweet you'd look, wearing that, having a tea party with your dollies..."
"I don't have dollies," Lizzie reminded her. She also didn't have tea parties, but it was hard for her to do one without the other, so it felt redundant to deny that, too.
"Not yet," Heather said cryptically. "Let's see... These are a little more your speed, I think!"
She held up a pair of shortalls, which were, indeed, more likely to be something she'd wear, along with being more likely to be what a busy Mommy would put her little in if she was going to be tagging along with her for the day. They were light purple, with ruffles around the legs, and snaps on the crotch, still very babyish, but far better than the dress.
Or so she thought, until Heather had fastened the straps and pushed Lizzie in front of the mirror to look at herself. All the girl could see when she looked in the mirror was Mia, from the restaurant, whose parents had practically forced Heather to take one of her spare diapers to try out... The diaper Lizzie had been put into at the movie theater... The first diaper Heather had gotten her into...
And now, she was dressed like Mia again, and voluntarily. She blushed, thinking back on the girl, on how happy she'd seemed, how content... How little it had bothered her to simply fill her diaper in public... Lizzie knew that had nothing to do with what she'd been wearing, yet she couldn't stop picturing the way the diaper bulge had looked in the shortalls, along with those lumps in the back... She wiggled her bottom, cheeks burning as she imagined herself like that, a part of her wondering what Heather would do if she were to really make herself match that other girl, if she were to squat down and fill her Pull-Ups in the middle of the store...
"Lizzie?" Heather gave her a slight shake. "You all right?"
"Y-Yeah," Lizzie said faintly.
"I think somebody likes this," Heather smiled, seeing Lizzie's dazed reaction.
"Wh-What?" Lizzie's face lit up even brighter. "N-No, I just... I-I was... I look like a baby!"
"Yes, you do," Heather agreed. "And that's the point, isn't it?"
Lizzie squirmed, unable to deny that. Besides, she told herself, it wasn't really the same... She wasn't going to be in diapers, so she wasn't quite as infantile as Mia...
"We'll at least keep it as an option," Heather said, Lizzie staying silent, not telling her no. "We have plenty of other things to try on!"
That was certainly true... Heather put her in rompers, and more subdued play dresses, and playsuits, and matching sets of shorts and shirts, Lizzie's own shirt taken off in favor of trying those, leaving her in only her Pull-Ups in between rounds of clothes. Heather even made her try on a footed sleeper, despite Lizzie's protests. "We're not spending going to be there at night," she pointed out.
"Wouldn't it make sense for me to have it, though? In case you needed a nap?" Heather pushed, and, of course, she won, helping Lizzie to step into it, pulling it up over her body and zipping it up, Lizzie blushing as she saw the lock built into the zipper. Heather didn't use it, but it would have been simple for her to do it, to trap Lizzie in the garment... "Isn't that comfy?"
Lizzie squirmed, but had to nod. "I thought so," Heather smirked. "Why don't you stay in it for a minute while I sort through what we have and haven't tried?"
"But..." Lizzie pouted, staring at her jeans and t-shirt, in a pile under the bench, beside her shoes. It would be easy for her to take the sleeper off, put those back on... They probably weren't done, however, and that would be making it harder for Heather when she found something else to put her in. Or she could take the sleeper off, wait there in just her trainers... Would that really be any less embarrassing, though? And Heather was right, it was cozy...
She fidgeted, blushing as she felt another pang in her bladder. The pressure had been building up for a while now, and she kept putting it off, not wanting to interrupt, to force Heather to take her all the way out to a bathroom and then back here. It was better to get this all over with first... But she was starting to wonder if that was going to work or not, if she was actually going to be able to wait...
"Don't you think we've found enough?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Heather replied. "We have some good choices, but these other ones are good, too... And they might be even better! The only way to find out is to try!"
Lizzie sighed, wriggling in place. They were going to be here for a while longer... She could interrupt now, since they seemed to be taking a short break, but what if she broke Heather's concentration? What if that made it all the more difficult for Heather to remember what she'd wanted to do when they got back from the restroom?
She hadn't decided if she was going to have Heather take her to the bathroom on the day anyway... They weren't going to be there the whole day, hopefully, so she would be able to hold it... Hopefully... If she couldn't, though, she wasn't sure if it would be worth being escorted into the bathroom, Heather having to treat her like a real toddler, just in case anyone came in and overheard them... It might be easier to use her Pull-Ups, and worry about it later... And if she was going to do that... Well, why not get some more practice with that, too, while they were here?
This was so ridiculous... Was she really trying to justify peeing her pants? She looked at herself in the mirror, at how tiny and childish she seemed next to Heather, how much it looked like she belonged in this sleeper, ready to be put to bed at this hour... Doing this would just make that appear even more true... It wasn't as if anyone other than her, and Heather, would know... So who was she fooling? This wasn't a part of her disguise... There was simply a part of her, however small, that wanted to do this, that, after seeing herself dressed up like a toddler, in so many ways, couldn't resist acting a bit more like one... She didn't have to do this...
That didn't stop her, nor did it keep her from thinking, faintly, how it almost made the sleeper more comfortable, feeling that warmth surrounding her, that squishiness as the padding soaked up her 'accident.' She blushed, glancing at her reflection again; it didn't seem any different, and yet, at the same time, for some indiscernible reason, it did, like she could see through the cloth of the sleeper to see what she'd just done, like it was blindingly obvious what a baby she was now... She couldn't help the slight smile that crept across her lips, nor could she find it in her to stop herself as her thumb drifted upwards, almost hiding the smile as it slipped into her mouth and she began to suck contentedly.
She wasn't sure how long she stood like that before it occurred to her that she'd been waiting for Heather for quite a while now. Once the thought crossed her mind, she noticed, in the mirror, the woman standing beside her, watching her with a smile of her own. Lizzie blushed, pulling her thumb free bashfully. "A-Are you done sorting?" she asked, trying to pretend everything was normal.
"I am," Heather said. "But I didn't want to interrupt. Are you all finished, sweetie?"
Lizzie wiped her hand off, staring down at her feet. "Y-Yeah..." Couldn't Heather see that she'd stopped sucking it already?
But that wasn't what she'd been talking about at all... "Let's see how much damage you did," she teased, kneeling down to unzip the sleeper, giving the Pull-Up underneath a squeeze, Lizzie letting out a tiny squeak as she realized what Heather had meant, and that it meant she'd known exactly what she'd done, despite Lizzie having thought she'd been wetting herself in secret. Maybe that was for the best, though... Would it have been less embarrassing for Heather to open up the sleeper and be taken by surprise by a soggy Pull-Up?
"I think you'll be all right," Heather told her. "Now, then, why don't we try these on?"
"Mommy!" Lizzie gasped, seeing what Heather was holding. "I'm not gonna wear a onesie!" Those were for the littlest babies! They were barely any better than running around in only a diaper!
"Not just a onesie," Heather promised. "I think we're going to go with the shortalls, though, and you need something to wear underneath..."
"B-But..." Lizzie glanced down at her kitten shirt, having thought that was good enough. Heather, apparently, disagreed, pulling the girl out of her sleeper and tugging one of the onesies over her head, snapping it up under her crotch, Lizzie squirming as she felt the garment holding her damp trainers snug against her bottom, causing it to follow her every movement as she fidgeted, trying to escape it, making it impossible to forget what she'd done.
Heather settled on one with a floral print and a white Peter Pan collar and cuffs, trying the shortalls back on over it, and finishing the outfit off with a pair of pink Velcro sneakers, pushing Lizzie in front of the mirror in it with a pat to her padded bottom, now cool and a little clammy. Lizzie's eyes widened when she saw herself, transformed into a sweet, innocent little girl, without a hint of her adult self left behind.
"M-Mommy," she stared up at Heather in shock. "I-I'm a baby..."
"I know," Heather kissed her on the top of the head. "Isn't that the perfect disguise?"
It was; Lizzie almost didn't recognize herself, and she couldn't imagine anyone seeing her this way and thinking she could be an adult in any way. As she stood there, though, marveling at how much of a difference the onesie and shoes - and, perhaps, the soggy Pull-Up underneath - had made, she couldn't help but wonder if it was really a disguise at all. Perhaps, she thought as she squirmed, feeling a fresh dribble of warmth in her pants, her thumb creeping back up to her mouth, Heather had been right all along, and this was her true self, peeking through at last... Or did she just feel that way because she could see how proud Heather was, looking down at her, how happy this all was making her?