Hi, this is my first story. I waiting a while before trying my hand at writing, because I wanted to make sure I had something with depth and a plot. I am more of a technical writer, but I the conversation seems to be correct. The title is still tentative. Constructive feedback would be great, thanks!
“Come on Kate let’s go, the snow is starting to get bad”, Said my co-worker, “ok I’m coming, I’m coming” I muttered.
Tonight I am not going to my apartment for an evening of diapers and physiology homework; I am staying with a co-worker because they are spraying for bedbugs in my apartment. Let me backtrack here and tell you the odd relationship with my co-worker. I am a recent graduate of a very small high school, and six months after graduation I am already working an office job at the high school part time while I am in college. So my co-worker/teacher has known me since I was sixteen years old. She helped me with my IEP, and was a friend to me when I needed one. Since my recent graduation was have moved from the teacher/student role to friends. I still do not call her by her first name, because it still feels weird.
We walked out to the car as the snow seemed to blind me even more; I have poor vision to begin with. Ms. Darling grabbed my arm and said “come here, I know you can’t see as it is”, as she pulled me to the car. This is the point I should explain our physical differences Ms. Darling is about 5’8 and 250lbs, and I am 5’2 ½ and all of 125lbs, so when I say she pulled me, she pulled me.
We got in the car and I reached my hand into my bag and felt around for my prize. Crap where is it? Did it fall out?… no there it is, thank Goodness. My hands had closed around my adult size NUK5 pacifier. I had never taken in out in public, but did not want to leave it at home to be exposed to whatever they were going to spray to get rid of the bedbugs. Ms. Darling had offered to keep me for the night when I was complaining about the frequent bites, and mentioned they were going to spray my building.
I was pulled out of my thoughts about my pacifier by the car skidding to a stop. “Here we are kiddo, home sweet home”. We jump outta the car into the blizzard and run inside. Wow I knew she had a six figure job, but I didn’t know what kind of house a six figure job bought. I set my bag by the stairs and looked at the room living room around me in awe, leather furniture, artwork on the walls, and a TV big enough even I could see what was happening. Sure puts my efficiency apartment to shame… “Come into the kitchen hon” I haden’t even noticed Ms. Darling had continued walking and I was standing alone in the living room. I slowly walked to the kitchen and barley had time to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.
In front of me was a kitchen of any cooks dreams, stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops with lots of room, and even a free standing island just for food prep. I took a catering class for most of my high school career so Ms. Darling knows I love to cook, so she filled me in on where everything was in the kitchen. “Well little lady, I know you can cook better than me, so would you like to wow me with one of your dishes?” “Sure” I said, “You took me in for the night, so it’s the least I can do”. Ms. Darling left the room to do some work on the computer, and I started to cook.
I set to work looking through the refrigerator to find what ingredients I had to work with. After looking at all my choices I decided chicken cordon blu and green beans were on the menu tonight. I set to work and in no time the smell of chicken and green beans were wafting their heavenly scent throughout the house.
Ms. Darling walked back into the room just as I had started to look for plates, “smells really good Kate, for not bein able to see much of anything, you sure do make some good food” Ms. Darling said. “Thanks, again it’s the least I can do” I said. “You know Kate, its nice to have someone here tonight, it does get lonely sometimes” she said as we sat down at the table with our plates. “Do you wanna try some wine Kate?”, “oh yea sure”, I accepted quickly. I had never been one for wine, but an adult had offered it, so I took it. “It’s kind of nice to be sharing diner with someone tonight I said, it does get kind of lonely sometimes” I said.
Ms. Darling was well into her fifties, and had never married or had children. She was a strong willed women with a doctorate in special education and had worked her way up into a high paying respectable position. Education and work were always a priority, so finding someone special just seemed to fall to the side, and now in here late fifties it seemed as if she was content to remain unmarried.
We ate dinner slowly as we talked about happenings at the school, and talked about how college life was going for me. I had recently moved into town by myself back in July so I could attend college in August. I had rented an efficiency apartment and used my social security to get by until my old high school approached me with a position. I now had a bit more money to have fun with, and was happy to be back at my old high school part time. It was hard living alone sometimes, so I was happy to spending the night in a house with someone else.
“Well kiddo that was some of the best home cooked food I have had in a long time” said Ms. Darling. “Sure no problem, I love doing it and cooking for someone else is always fun” I said. We walked back into the kitchen and Ms. Darling took my plate and put it in the dishwasher. We both looked out the window at the snow continuing to fall.
“You know Kate, you may not believe this, but when it snows like this I like to play in the snow”, said Ms. Darling. “What no way, thats awesome! we should go play in the snow” I exclaimed in excitement. We both quickly walked back into the living room and put on coats, hats and gloves, but Ms. Darling stopped me at the door and pulled my hat down a little further on my head and tugged a little at the zipper on my coat. “Come on I’m 19 I can dress myself” I said. “I’m aware of that, but I’m just making sure”, she said. After my clothing was to her liking she opened the door and we were out into the Ohio frozen tundra for some fun in the snow.
Ms. Darling was right down into the snow making a snow angel, I laughed as I watched her act much younger than she actually was. I jumped on her and we started wrestling in the snow. At this point my small bladder started to inform me that drinking wine was a bad idea. Granted I had always had a small irritable bladder, but the wine seemed to make its way through me in no time. At the point Ms. Darling had my pinned to the ground, I started to squirm. “Ok its too cold I said, can we go back in?” I said hoping she would get off me. "What you want up cause your losing?’ she asked laughing. “No” I said getting more and more uncomfortable with her weight pressing on me, “I’m just cold”.
She rolled off me and I stood up, my bladder really let me know it was time to go. She threw a snowball at me and it hit me in the stomach, and I felt a small dribble. Crap no, I’m not gonna do this here in front of her I thought frantically. I started walking towards the front door keeping my bladder in check as I walked. Ms. Darling followed behind me finally agreeing it was cold. I tried to open the door, but it wouldent open. I looked at Ms. Darling for an explanation, “Oh it must be the combination lock I’ve got it” I stood beside her fidgeting. “Whats wrong Kate? Snow in your shirt” she asked, “no” I said, “I need to go to the bathroom” I said sighing. “Oh so thats the problem”, she said ushering me in the door quickly. She pulled off my coat, hat and gloves quicker than I could say anything and gave me a slight push toward the stairs. “Hurry up then, don’t want any problems, do we?” She said as she walked into the kitchen. I didn’t answer as I scooted my butt up the stairs in search of the bathroom. “When your done, come back down, I’ll make some hot chocolate” she called out. “Ok I will I yelled” finally finding the bathroom door.
I walked in, shut the door and quickly made my way to the toilet; surveying the damage to my spongebob panties. Just a little spot, nothing anybody will notice. I flushed the toilet and went to the sink, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Ice blue eyes and white hair, yes my hair is white due to a genetic defect. It makes me look different, but I love the color, because its so different. It was my inspiration for my username on the ABDL web sites I so frequently visited. Powderhair, because my hair is the color of baby powder.
Then I looked at my face, it doesn’t look 19, 12 would we a better guess. I had always been baby faced and was often mistaken for 12 or 13 because of my size and my face. In my ABDL world I loved it, in my adult world it left me always trying to prove I was a grown up, even if I didn’t look the part.
I reached for the soap and found the hand pump empty, so I looked under the sink for some more. I reached in and felt something that made my heart skip a beat. Could that be??… is it? I pulled out from beneath the sink none other than a size large bambino diaper. Large, that would be Ms. Darling’s size I thought. So does this mean….? Is Ms. Darling an AB?
