Stained Glass: Chapter 3 - Green [Alison]
Chelsea was pretty agitated when she got to the car, she immediately spilled out the details of her day to me, along with almost getting a picture of her holding a wet diaper taken by the Sandra, the kid from Disneyland. I immediately began worrying about Chelsea’s chances of hiding this long-term. If some kid was gunning for her, it was only a matter of time.
“Why not bargain with her?” I asked,
“What do you mean?” Chelsea asked back.
“Well, it’s like business negotiations, you know about that, right?” Chelsea nodded. I was just about to start a class in business negotiations this semester, and I’d glanced over the first chapter or two. “I mean, if doesn’t benefit her that much to expose you, there’s has to be something she wants more than that.”
“I guess there could be…” Chelsea said sadly. I could tell her pride was getting in the way of suing for peace with this Sandra kid, but it really seemed to be in her best interest.
“Look, how about I wait with you for a bit and we see if we can work something out with Sandra?”
Chelsea nodded and we chit-chatted a bit, Chelsea giving me the details of the subjects she was working on while we both watched the school building intently. After an hour or so, Sandra came out of the building, her little sister in tow, and started walked towards the parking lot. I motioned to Chelsea and we both started walking up the hill to meet her halfway.
“What do you want?” Sandra asked suspiciously as she realized we were walking toward her. “Gonna get your nanny to beat me up because you’re a baby?” Her voice sounded certain, but her body language suggested she might actually be afraid.
“No,” I said, trying to calm Chelsea down by placing my hand on her shoulder and also trying to diffuse the situation as Chelsea seemed a bit miffed at the comment. “Chelsea was telling what was going on and I thought maybe you two could make a deal and be friends.”
“Why should I make a deal with her?” Sandra asked us huffily. “I’ve already got everything I need to ruin her. Then everyone will know she’s a baby.”
“This can’t just be about hurting Chelsea’s feelings.” I said, “There must be something worth letting Chelsea off the hook.”
Sandra looked at Chelsea, looked at me, then down at her little sister and then over to the parking lot. “I’ve gotta go…”
“Please, Sandra…” Chelsea whined suddenly, “I just came back to school…” I was glad she had said something, we were losing Sandra’s interest.
“Maybe we could talk about a little later? I can drive Chelsea over to your house and…” I began, trying anything to get this girl to give us some opening before it just ended up ruining my little miss’s school days.
“No way, not my place.” Sandra replied emphatically.
“Then, your mom or I could give you a ride over to Chelsea’s and we could talk?” I offered.
“Okay, I’ll ask my mom.” Sandra said. She sounded annoyed but I could tell she was excited at the prospect. This was good, I was making these two realize there were more options than all-out war which, considering my little miss’s diapered state, she would most probably lose.
We walked down to the parking lot again and watched as Sandra helped her little sister into the car and then began arguing with a person that appeared to be her mother. It got a little heated, but finally Sandra threw her backpack into the car, slammed the door, and walked back to us.
“Okay, I can go with you guys.” Sandra replied tersely.
“Umm, okay.” I replied, Chelsea looked as surprised as me. Neither of us were quite okay with the tone she’d used on her mother, even if we hadn’t heard what was being said. In addition, I’d meant later this evening or another day, but there wasn’t much to be done now except roll with it if negotiations were to continue. I shrugged and led Sandra and Chelsea back to my car, Sandra calling “shotgun” and forcing Chelsea into the backseat.
“So, yeah…” I added trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had developed since getting into the car. Chelsea was looking miffed in the backseat (she always sat up front), and Sandra was smirking at her in the rearview mirror. “…Sandra, what would make it worth it to you to not rat out Chelsea?”
Sandra didn’t answer, she was simply studying me and Chelsea, lost in contemplation from the look of things. Chelsea, I could tell, was not comfortable having Sandra around but at least she was putting some faith in my methods. I wasn’t sure I could diffuse stuff, but I certainly couldn’t make it worse. This Sandra kid seemed to be a tough-nut though.
Failing to break the silence, we all just sat in the car with our own thoughts. Luckily, the school was only a five minute drive from Chelsea’s home. Soon enough we were back and Sandra followed us into the foyer, everyone still decidedly uncomfortable.
“I, umm,” Chelsea stammered. “We can talk in my room…”
Sandra nodded and Chelsea led the way, up the stairs and down the hall to the right. Inside the room, I watched Sandra. Her eyes flickered around Chelsea’s room, taking it all in. Chelsea went over to her phone and called down to Carol for some tea but I could tell she was still uncomfortable even though we were back at home.
“Wow, she even has a changing table?” Sandra mused to herself. As she realized I was in earshot the tone, at least in my opinion, morphed from one of appreciation to one of disgust. Suddenly I had a consideration; specifically that there is a fine line between love and hate. Why was Sandra paying attention so closely? Why did she want to come over here? Why was she so intent on ruining Chelsea? I hadn’t paid close enough attention to the girl’s motivations.
“Chelsea, can I talk with you for a sec?” I asked as she came to tell us tea was on the way. She nodded and we excused ourselves out into the hallway for a moment.
“Kiddo,” I said quietly, “What do you know about Sandra? What have you guys fought about before?”
“Why?” Chelsea asked, I could see she was worried.
“Just wondering.” I mused, “Maybe it’ll give me an idea of how to help you.”
“Well, I didn’t know Sandra until third grade and, that first year we were in the same class, she peed her pants and I kinda teased her a bit.” Chelsea said, ashamed, “But mom made me apologize and I did; we made up. We’ve been friends for two years now, I don’t know why she’s suddenly gone all mean. We were never best friends but we were friends.”
“It doesn’t make sense to me either.” I replied, scowling. Chelsea was, perhaps, a little smug because of her intelligence and certainly she was lucky to be rich but there was nothing in her character that should inspire hatred. Kids, at least in my experience, had a hard time secretly holding grudges for two-years. That just couldn’t be it… "Did you do anything else to her?
“I didn’t.” Chelsea said defensively. “I even went over to her house to play a couple of times before… well, before. It was kinda fun, but her mom and her sure yelled a lot. Plus, she would get super annoyed when her mom made her include her little sister. She was only like, three, then.”
“I get that.” I replied. Worried about the time we were taking with Sandra in the other room. I was starting to have my suspicions about motivation but nothing solid. Since I wasn’t the one about to have my secret exposed I seemed to be able to analyze things better than Chelsea could. “Anything else you know about her?”
Chelsea thought for another moment, “Phoebe had class with her for first and second grade, and said she peed her pants a lot in first grade, Phoebe said she’d cry about it. I know she was real upset when I made fun of her that one time in third grade but I thought we were okay after that. Sandra kinda joined my clique in fourth grade, she was sorta like me and Stacey’s sidekick… We hadn’t ever really fought…”
Chelsea gulped a little as she took in what she said. “Ally, do think this is all for revenge? But, we were kinda friends before, has she been waiting since I made fun of her one time to get back at me?”
"I already considered that. It doesn’t make sense. " I said as Carol walked past us and into Chelsea’s room, delivering the tea Chelsea had requested. Perhaps Sandra had developed a hatred of all things pee related, but I doubted it was that simple. Especially if the poor kid had been teased about accidents in earlier school years. “I think she might be jealous of you.”
“No way.” Chelsea said, after the door was closed again. “She hates me!”
“She hates you too much; it all has to do with your diapers.” I replied, reminding Chelsea to keep it down. “Let me test it, are you wet yet?” I asked and Chelsea nodded. “Ask for me to change you when we get back in.”
“No way!” Chelsea said, aghast, as I again reminded her about the volume. "That’s super embarrassing.
“I can judge her reaction…” I replied. “Look, you said she wet her pants, she’s got an obsession about your diapers, she was staring at your changing table like she wanted it… at least, I think she was, until she realized I was looking at her. We’ve got leverage if she’s interested.”
“I just have to get changed in front of her?” Chelsea said with worry.
“She knows anyway, what’s the harm?” Chelsea nodded though she still didn’t seem to approve. We nodded and headed back into Chelsea’s room, our plan agreed upon. Or, at least, the rough outline of it anyway, I could ad lib for my charge if necessary. Hopefully I wasn’t royally screwing up everything. Only time would tell.
“What were you guys talking about?” Sandra demanded, sitting on the sofa in front of her half finished tea.
“Chelsea was just asking me to change her,” I replied, changing the plan to suit Sandra’s demand. “The supplies are all in here though, it’s a lot of trouble to move them all…”
“You can change her here, I don’t care.” Sandra said disinterestedly. It was a put-on though, I could see it in her eyes, though I think it fooled Chelsea a little.
“Well, okay.” I replied, checking my peripheral vision as I led Chelsea over to the changing table. After Chelsea hoped up, I saw Sandra half-standing, out of the corner of my eye, feigning stretching while trying to get a better look. That was good enough, it was as much certainty as I was going to be provided as to my suspicions.
“Look at me,” I mouthed to Chelsea and she stared right back at me. I didn’t want Chelsea’s eyes to meet Sandra’s and scare her off. Chelsea kept looking at me as I unsnapped her school diaper and wiped her up and pulling out the sodden, all-in-one microfiber. I could almost feel Sandra’s eyes boring into my back. I tilted my head a little, so I could see her out of the side of my vision, Sandra had even managed to take a few silent steps closer. I slipped a fresh diaper, the thick cloth ones we used at home, under Chelsea, added a little powder, and snapped up the front.
“All done,” I said, leaning Chelsea up. “Now that’s an idea…” I added, slowly turning around to give Sandra time to get back to her sitting position on the couch as Chelsea hopped off the changing table.
“What is?” Chelsea asked, Sandra’s attention also transfixed on me.
“Well, maybe you and Sandra would be able to understand each other better if she knew how it feels to be in diapers.” I replied casually. “I’m not saying you wouldn’t still need to make a deal, but maybe if Sandra knew what it was like to wear a diaper, she’d feel differently about it. You know, walk a mile in a person’s shoes.”
“I’m not a baby…” Sandra said slowly. “I don’t need diapers like Chelsea does…”
“Hey…” Chelsea started, but I shushed her lest she ruin the whole thing.
“Of course you don’t need them,” I replied, “it’d just so you’d understand Chelsea. Sandra, I know you’re mature enough to know wearing them doesn’t mean you need them.”
It was done, the bait was set, and it was about all I could do not to laugh as the anticipation flashed across Sandra’s face.
“Well, I mean, I guess I -should- try it…” Sandra said snootily, “since I don’t really understand Chelsea…”
Chelsea was displaying a brilliant poker face at this point, now that she understood what subterfuge we were playing at.
“Hop on up then,” I replied, patting the changing table. "Most of Chelsea’s diapers are those cloth ones, they’re really hard to put on yourself.
Sandra nodded, though I watched her gulp as she walked over to the changing table and hopped on it. I unbuttoned her school skorts, pulling them down her legs, and next her butterfly-print panties, folding them and placing them on the shelves beneath the changing table. Next, I grabbed a prepared cover with diaper layering in it from the shelves and gripped Sandra’s ankles, raising them above her head and pulling her butt off the changing table in hopes of giving her the full baby-like experience. I slid the diaper beneath, added powder to her rump and front, and laid her back down on top. Finally, I pulled the fresh diaper between her legs and snapped it on.
“There you go, now you know what it’s like to be diapered.” I said.
“It feels weird…” Sandra giggled, sitting up. Suddenly, she remembered she was in the lair of her enemy and tried to scowl again, though it looked comical now that she was wearing a diaper from the waist down. “I don’t like it at all.” She added, though I knew at this point that it was an utter lie.
“They’re better once you get used to them.” Chelsea suggested. “You can’t know what it’s like unless you wear them for awhile…”
“I guess I can wear it a bit then…” Sandra said, staring Chelsea down, both of them wearing nothing except their school polo shirts and diapers.
Another idea struck me. “Girls, I’ve gotta go check something. You two can be nice and have some tea for a minute or two, right?”
The two nodded at me as I exited Chelsea’s room, running down to Carol and asking if there was a camcorder anywhere. Carol took me into the den and showed me a shelf with some old electronics. I grabbed the camcorder, turned it on, frantically checking the time (it’d been less than a minute) and ran into the nursery. The camcorder had a practically full battery and I nestled it under a stuffed animal on top of a cabinet. From the position I hoped it’d have a pretty panoramic view of the room, but I didn’t have time to check as I hit record and ran back up to Chelsea’s room. I managed the whole mission in under seven minutes.
“Yeah, it’s not bad, I guess.” Sandra answered to whatever Chelsea had said as I reentered. The two were on the couch, inspecting the diapers they were wearing, as Chelsea talked about them.
“Chelsea, it’s kind of boring up here, you want to take your friend to the playroom?”
Chelsea’s immediate expression was one of surprise and terror, but it flashed across her face for just an instant before she nodded. Good girl, trusting me. Of course I had something up my sleeve if I suggested that.
“The playroom?” Sandra asked.
“Yeah, but…” Chelsea started, “you have to promise not to tell anyone about this. I don’t have to let you see it, and we’re going to make a deal so you won’t say anything about any of this at school, right?”
“Yeah, we’ll make a deal,” Sandra said dismissively, as if it was a side note. She was already forgetting about Chelsea’s mortal enemy status. “I promise I won’t tell.”
“Okay them,” Chelsea added, “Cause’ it’s really cool.”
“Really?” Sandra asked hopefully.
Chelsea nodded and the two practically ran downstairs, Sandra finally giving up the pretense that she had no interest in this whole thing. I grabbed their skorts, trying not to chuckle as I followed them down to the nursery.
“Holy shit,” Sandra was exclaiming to Chelsea as I walked in. “This is awesome…” The moment the last word left her mouth Sandra had realized she’d been too open, but Chelsea continued as if Sandra’s appraisal was normal.
“I know, right?” Chelsea grinned happily. Sandra just nodded. “Wanna play dress-up? Or with dolls? Or with the blocks?”
“Umm, can we play dress-up?” Sandra said, her face turning bright red as she finally began realizing she’d been suckered into this whole thing. I allowed myself a quick glance in the camera’s direction, still filming quietly from its corner. Victory was ours.
The two girls ran to the full-length mirror on the far wall and started looking through the dresses and other clothes inside. It was interesting how quickly Sandra was willing to drop the feud in favor of playing with diapers but, as I’d considered, intense emotions have a fine line, love and hate, and jealously and friendship. That thought reminded me once again of the morning I’d spent in here on my own. Hopefully covering for my little miss like this would be sufficient payback for my morning indiscretions.
The nature of what I’d done over the last hour suddenly hit me full-on as the kids were playing. What the hell had I been thinking? Even if I noticed Sandra’s interest, why do this? Why had I gone to such lengths to keep Chelsea from being exposed? Was it a knee-jerk reaction to my own fear of being exposed? The questions began whirling in my head now that my immediate involvement wasn’t necessary for protecting Chelsea. I felt a little sick again, memories from this morning flooding back into my mind in lurid detail.
Just six feet or so from where Chelsea was helping Sandra into a satin princess dress I had brought myself to orgasm in a pee-soaked diaper less than five hours ago. My stomach wrenched a tiny bit just remembering it. Even as the memory disgusted me a part of me knew I wanted, somewhere deep inside, to put on a diaper myself and play with them.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I asked again, to the ethereal place inside my mind but, yet again, no answer returned. I wasn’t sexually excited now, I didn’t want to masturbate, I just wanted to put on a diaper and play with them like I was a kid again. When I’d actually put on the diaper, though, that wasn’t how it’d been at all. This was all incredibly confusing, I took a deep breath as I watched the pair.
“Heh,” Sandra said, fluffing out the yellow, satin dress, “It sticks out where the diaper is.”
“It’s cute on you,” Chelsea said, stripped down to her diaper, her polo shirt lying next to Sandra’s on the floor.
“You girls want something to drink?” I asked, desperately trying to find myself something else to focus on.
“Yeah, more iced tea.” Chelsea asked, her demeanor having cheered up immensely. The girls were giggling now, having forgotten the whole reason they’d gotten together in the first place. “Put it in a baby bottle.” Chelsea added, stressing the “baby” part.
“Baby bottles…” Sandra started with interest.
“You want one?” Chelsea offered excitedly, Sandra’s head nodding quickly the instant the question was asked.
“Two bottles,” Chelsea added, emphasizing with two fingers, and I forced an audible chuckle I didn’t quite feel as I left the nursery after grabbing the bottles and over-sized nipples from where we kept them in the cabinet on the close wall.
Outside, a feeling of relief came over me, just to be away from the scent of diaper powder and the sounds of Chelsea and Sandra playing. This feeling was ruining everything, I never, never should have tried on the diaper. When it’d been a fantasy, a weird, remote possibility like it had been for the last month, it wasn’t a big deal. Now that I had broken down and actually tried one on…
It was so much more intense than I had ever expected. It wasn’t how I expected it to be either. For Chelsea, she just relaxed, kicked back, and maybe wanted to cuddle when she wore them. The stupid thing had turned me into a sex-crazed pervert in mere seconds. I walked slowly and deliberately down the hall trying to push all these thoughts out of my mind. It was too much. Was it cause I hadn’t gotten laid in so long? But that didn’t make sense; sex had hardly ever done anything for me, nothing like what that diaper had done.
It was so awful afterwards though, if I felt so sick and humiliated after I got off, I didn’t want to ever feel that again; no orgasm, however earth-shaking, was worth what I felt sitting in that pissed diaper in the nursery earlier in the morning. I poured the iced tea into the first bottle, trying to compose myself before I had to go back to the den of my sin.
