The Faire, Part 23

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PART FIFTEEN

Margot came to the same conclusion.

“We’re going to have to take off your costume to get to the pull-ups, Cassie,” she said. The way she said it made it clear that she didn’t know the extent of the issue–in Margot’s eyes, it was simply a matter of Cassidy taking off the leotard so the babyish underwear could be accessed. Since Audrey had informed her sister about the stitching that had been done, however, Cassidy knew it wouldn’t be quite that easy.

Similar to the way she fessed up about being wet, she knew the only way forward was honesty. Anything less than that, and things would be more complicated and uncomfortable. Plus, Margot was a stranger. Cassidy would never see her again. While the personal humiliation was there, there was no long term risk to laying things out as they were. “Umm,” she mumbled. She pulled her hand free of the other girl’s, and then blurted out, “They’re part of the costume. I mean, the underwear . . . ” Cassidy definitely couldn’t bring herself to say ‘pull-ups’ herself, “ . . . My sister stitched them into the leotard.”

“Oh! Hmm. Never seen that before,” Margot said. She paused to give a good look to Cassidy’s simple fairy costume. “Here, why don’t you get started with the skirt and the wings? I’ll be right back.”

The moment Margot disappeared around the end of the changing screens, Cassidy let out a heavy sigh. How was this possibly happening to her? Somehow, over the last half hour, she had been reduced to an accident-prone tween who needed babysitting. Without her phone or wallet, Cassidy didn’t have the means to prove her real age to Margot or anyone else. This was the first real bit of alone time Cassidy had been given since she arrived at the faire with her sister, but she couldn’t even do anything with the solitude. Climbing over the nearby fence would be possible in a casual outfit, but with fairy wings, a tulle skirt, and bulky underwear? Maybe not. And what would be the point? Audrey had the car keys, and all of Cassidy’s other possessions as well.

She groaned in frustration and annoyance. There really was no way out of the kids’ zone, or whatever cheesy fantasy name the large tent had. Cassidy hadn’t been paying attention on her way in. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered to herself, in regards to Audrey.

Getting home meant waiting for her sister to check her out. And getting out of the sagging pull-ups meant letting Margot see her naked.

Accepting her fate, Cassidy pulled down on the skirt first. It didn’t take much to get the stretchy waistband over the padding of the pull-ups, and gravity did the rest of the work. Kicking the girly pink tulle material off to the side, not really caring about potential grass stains, Cassidy got right to work on her wings. The last thing she needed was to not be done by the time Margot returned, as that would no doubt lead to more patronizing help. It was awkward enough when Audrey carelessly manhandled her that morning to get the wings on. Since Cassidy hadn’t been given the chance to figure them out the first time around, however, it took an awkwardly long time figuring out how to loosen and untangle the straps that were mostly designed to be adjusted around her upper back. After a minute or two of blind tugging and guesswork, she just barely managed to get the glittery wings off by the time Margot made it back.

The dark haired girl didn’t seem to notice that it had taken the whole time she was gone for Cassidy to deal with the costume pieces. That, or she chose not to say anything about it. “Sorry that took so long, Cassie,” she said, “It took me a minute to track these down. Lucky you; someone had a pair we could borrow!”

The sewing scissors in Margot’s hand were no doubt from one of the nearby artisans. No wonder the girl had taken so much time. “It’s fine,” Cassidy replied. As badly as she wanted to be out of the dirty underwear, the next part wasn’t going to be fun.

Getting right to it, Margot instructed, “Okay, Cass. I’m going to need you to take the leotard halfway off so I can get you sorted out. Want to turn around, maybe?”

Obviously, Cassidy wanted that. The last thing she needed was Margot seeing her boobs. Cassidy had never been particularly proud of her chest, especially after Audrey’s completely unfair growth spurt. Normally, it was fine. Cassidy would wear outfits that accentuated her smaller curves, or sometimes wear bras that gave an illusion of a slightly bigger chest through the cleavage created. Wearing the leotard without a bra had been bad enough. But her bare chest? As much as she hated to admit it, Cassidy was sure it would sell the tween image even more after the costume, bangs, and pull-ups.

She pivoted 180 degrees and slipped her arms through the holes of the leotard after making triple sure that no one was even remotely in her field of vision outside the fence. Though no one was outside the faire in such a way, as the large canopy tent sat at the edge of the grounds, Cassidy was still paranoid about her potential exposure. She pulled the tight pink material down a few inches, then decided that was enough of her own efforts. “Okay,” Cassidy said. Cupping both of her small breasts with her hands, she glanced over her shoulder.

Margot picked up on the nonverbal request. Since Cassidy’s hands were busy covering herself up, Margot stepped forward and pulled the leotard the rest of the way down the petite girl’s upper half. “Hold still for me, Cassie. Hopefully this will just take a minute.”

Wincing at both the nickname and the summer air now brushing a lot more bare skin than it normally would, Cassidy did as she was told.

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PART SIXTEEN

Inch by inch, Margot pulled both the leotard and stitched in pull-ups past Cassidy’s waist and then gradually down her thighs.

The girl was being careful with the sagging underwear, but it inadvertently created a ton of suspense for the nineteen year old who was being stripped. Though no one else was around to witness her exposure, she was still topless outside. And about to be bottomless.

As the pull-ups were gently tugged over the upper curve of her not so impressive ass, Cassidy tensed up. She so badly wanted to yell at Margot to stop, and to grab the leotard to put it back on. But this needed to happen. It was either get completely naked, or continue the day in used pull-ups. The latter wasn’t actually an option, since there was no way the daycare tent girls would let her do something like that. Not that Cassidy wanted to continue wearing the disgusting underwear. Literally neither choice was good, which was causing her to mentally swipe through the less than ideal alternates. But, since Margot had basically already made the decision for her, Cassidy simply grimaced and let the girl continue.

It felt like an eternity, but it really just took around thirty seconds for Margot to work the pull-ups down while still keeping a grip on them so they wouldn’t fall after making it past the petite curves that had previously held them in place. Cassidy was hit with two things at once. One, the faint smell of her pee now that the pull-ups were open rather than tightly hugging her hips and held in place by the leotard. It would have been a lot worse indoors, but even the outdoor air wasn’t enough to fully eliminate the smell. That air was the second thing. The light breeze was even more pronounced on Cassidy’s lower half than the rest of her, due to her backside and private area being damp from the just removed underwear.

Cassidy’s hand twitched on her chest. She naturally wanted to drop one arm down to cover herself, but kept cupping her boobs instead. Mortifying as it was to be fully nude outside, using one of her hands like that ran the risk of touching her still dirty crotch and creating a whole new problem she would need to rely on Margot to help with. As deeply as she was blushing and as humiliated as she felt, Cassidy knew the damage was already done. Margot had already pretty much seen everything. Or was about to. And there wasn’t much Cassidy could do about it now that they had made it this far.

“Hold still,” Margot reminded her. Still maneuvering the pull-ups carefully, she made the effort to get the sagging bulk down Cassidy’s slim legs without brushing any of the mess against her skin. “Lift?” she said. Once the underwear was resting on the ground, Margot gripped Cassidy’s ankle and helped to slip the girl’s foot out of one of the combined pull-ups/leotard. Apparently she was going to help with the whole process.

Cringing at how shifting her thighs in such a way would show off her crotch a little bit, Cassidy allowed things to progress anyway. One leg, then the other. And, just like that, she was officially naked. Outside. Stripped by a girl that was probably closer to Audrey’s age, and seen as nothing but a tween who had daytime accidents. Normally Cassidy wasn’t so self conscious about her size, but her sister had made sure that today was quite an exception. The fairy costume was already a far cry from her normal university outfits, but being fully undressed also showcased just how immature her body looked, especially without make-up and with the childish bangs Audrey had given her.

“Umm . . . ” Cassidy mumbled. What next?

“Stay right there,” Margot said, “I’ll get you cleaned up a little bit now, and we’ll do the rest on the cot.”

Cassidy nervously swallowed as Margot referenced the fold-up cot a few feet away. The area behind the folding screens looked to be a makeshift area for sick kids. But instead of lying down because she was under the weather, Cassidy belatedly realized that she was going to have to do so to be diapered. “Wait, Margot-” she began. The whole time, Cassidy had been daunted by the prospect of being naked. She hadn’t even considered the idea that it wasn’t pull-ups that Audrey had specified at the check-in desk. It was diapers. As in, lying down and spreading her legs and getting wrapped up in even worse underwear than before. More exposure, and more humiliation.

“Cassie. Come on, we’re almost done. Just stand right where you are, okay?” Her voice was still coming from behind Cassidy, and it was difficult for the naked girl to see what Margot was shuffling around with. To move away the wet pull-ups, probably.

And then Cassidy felt it. She gasped and flinched at the cold feeling on her bare ass, realizing a second later that she was being rubbed with a wet wipe. It was SO awkward. Though there was a bit of material between her rear and Margot’s hand, it was still another girl cleaning her when that was something Cassidy had only ever done for herself. In retrospect, the dark haired girl had said that it would be happening, but that warning had been lost on her due to the way she had been distracted and mentally wrestling with the concept of being diapered.

She managed to hold still despite the continuous horror of being naked outside, as well as the feeling of being wiped. Cassidy actually closed her eyes for a few seconds, praying that this was all somehow some bad dream. But it wasn’t. Letting her eyes flutter back open, she continued holding her boobs and waiting for the cleaning process to be done.

And, the whole time, she internally cursed out her sister while thinking about how she would literally never live this down.

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PART SEVENTEEN

Margot was being quite thorough as she cleaned in circles on Cassidy’s backside, though there was nothing remotely sexual about the girl’s touch. The bottomless girl was very much straight, although at this point would very much choose that variety of exploration over being treated like a little girl who had daytime accidents. Cassidy quickly shook those thoughts out of her head. She wasn’t like that, and also that kind of justification was ridiculous. She shouldn’t have to do anything as an alternative, because she didn’t need pull-ups in the first place!

“Everything okay, Cassie?”

Apparently she wasn’t that great at hiding her emotions. Or good at paying attention, for that matter. While Cassidy had been stewing on her frustrations, Margot had finished with the wipes and had circled back around to find whatever expression was sitting on Cassidy’s face. “Everything’s fine,” Cassidy sighed. She was literally older than this girl, but was being talked down to thanks to Audrey. “Can we just hurry this up? Please?” She belatedly tacked on the polite word. She knew channeling her annoyance towards her sister towards the girl trying to help wasn’t fair, but Margot was the only target at the moment.

Her flicker of attitude didn’t do her any favors. “Believe it or not, Cassie, there are a lot of things I’d rather be doing than cleaning up after a girl who’s too old to be wetting herself. Now, get up on the table. Please.” The parting word was a pretty clear mimic of Cassidy’s. Frowning a bit and not nearly as kind or patient as she had been before, Margot gestured to the cot.

“Fine,” Cassidy huffed. She knew that she should apologize, but couldn’t get over the fact that Margot was probably around Audrey’s age and was bossing her around just like her sister had been doing all day. Unfortunately, it was difficult to maintain an air of anything when she was literally naked without much dignity left. The only way out was through, however, so she reluctantly got up on the cot. Margot had laid down a towel earlier to clean her on, so the surface underneath wouldn’t get dirty, although Cassidy paid the price in terms of it not being particularly smooth or comfortable. This would also be a different kind of exposure, as Cassidy had yet to be wiped around her more private area. “I can clean the rest myself,” she said, suddenly feeling a lot more meek while the other girl was standing over her.

“Umm, yeah, no,” Margot replied, “Sorry, Cassie. I know this might be uncomfortable for you, but it’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal. Besides, you might miss a spot.”

It was similar language to what the girl had said before. The last bit was new, and implied mistrust on Cassidy’s part. However, it didn’t seem like she was being punished for her attitude. Margot was just falling back on her babysitting experience, and assumed that she would do a better job than Cassidy would. She was tempted to reply with an iteration of ‘make it quick,’ but at this point just wanted to move things along. Pursing her lips in annoyance, she lay back on the cot and tried her best not to be mortified that she was about to be splaying herself in such an inappropriate and embarrassing way.

Cassidy was nineteen, and yet Margot very much believed otherwise. To Margot, she was nothing but a tween who apparently still had accidents.

“This will just take a second,” Margot said. She placed one hand on Cassidy’s knee to spread her slightly apart, and used the other to wipe. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as the backside. The wipes were quick, and about as light and painless as they could be while still being awkward for the obvious reasons.

The naked girl couldn’t help but sharply inhale once or twice when Margot approached her most private area, but that was the spot that the girl avoided the most while still making sure to do a thorough job. Margot must have sensed the discomfort, since she never actually ran a wipe over Cassidy’s lower lips. Instead, she hit everything else before handing a fresh wipe to her. “Here,” Margot said, “You can do the last part. I’ll go get the diapers.”

Cassidy didn’t need to be told twice. It was definitely better than another girl doing it for her. She wiped her most sensitive area a few times with the cold material, then resisted the urge to slam her legs together for privacy. Margot had already seen everything, and the mental effort to open back up would probably end up worse than just staying in place until she was sorted out.

Diapers.

Ugh, it was so humiliating. It’s not like Cassidy knew she was putting on pull-ups when she put on the leotard Audrey had given her, but Cassidy absolutely would choose pull-ups over diapers if she had to make the decision for whatever reason. The former was at least a tiny bit like regular underwear, if only for the fact that they slid on in the same way. But diapers? Not so much.

And also . . . ‘FUCK.’ If Margot hadn’t been standing right there, and if Cassidy wasn’t currently naked and spreading her legs to the point where she could literally feel outside air on her nether region, she might have exclaimed the expletive out loud.

Audrey had planned this! To some degree, at least. That morning, she had suggested trying the fairy costume like it was some off the cuff idea, but her sister had admitted to stitching the pull-ups into the leotard the previous night. She could have told Cassidy about the mix-up when the costumes first arrived, as Audrey had obviously opened them then versus the morning of like she had implied. But was it more than that? Had Audrey somehow switched the order to begin, or did she just capitalize on the childish pink ensemble and make it even worse by adding the padded underwear?

Cassidy had been too mortified about wetting herself in public, as well as the realization that she had unwittingly worn pull-ups all day thanks to her sister. Now that she had a fleeting moment to breathe, however, she began replaying things in her head. The fairy costume had obviously been Audrey’s plan since the previous day, but if it went back further than that . . . Cassidy was going to kill her either way, but she was also kicking herself at the notion that she had been trying to save money that Audrey very well could have wasted in the name of this excessive prank to begin with.

Before she faced her sister again, or had any more time to think through how much of a gullible pushover she had been, Cassidy had to deal with the more pressing embarrassment.

“All done, Cassie?” Margot asked. At least her mood had softened again, but that didn’t change the fact that she was about to diaper a girl who very much didn’t deserve it.

Was it too late to backpedal? “Margot, wait,” Cassidy said. On the one hand, the dark haired girl was a stranger she’d never see again. But at the same time, admitting her real age would be a lot now that she had let herself be stripped and wiped like an accident-prone tween. And would Audrey’s unspoken threat become a reality if Cassidy came clean when she was supposed to be sitting around in daycare like she belonged?

Cassidy had no idea. About any of it.

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I’m enjoying the story but I’m waiting for part 20 to drop on your website, I’ve already read past the parts you’ve posting on ABDL Story Club at the moment.

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PART EIGHTEEN

Margot merely interpreted Cassidy’s response as that she needed more time. Without knowing what all was going on in the naked girl’s mind, she said, “No rush! I’m ready when you are.”

Cassidy sighed to herself in frustration. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she couldn’t do anything but keep the ruse going. For starters, she wasn’t even sure she could convince Margot of anything. Without proof, it would be nearly impossible to get the daycare girl past Cassidy’s appearance and the fact that she had wet herself. What nineteen year old would be in this situation?

Also, she was still naked. That alone was a huge motivator. Waiting a few more seconds so Margot’s assumption seemed correct, Cassidy said, “I’m done.”

“Okay. Coming back around.” Margot turned the corner from where she had clearly been waiting just on the other side of the changing screens. The white padding in her hand was almost enough for Cassidy to impulsively shift gears. Diapers. The dark haired girl was about to diaper her. “Alright, this part will be easy. Just give me a second, and then you can hop back up.” As usual, Margot didn’t bat an eye at Cassidy’s lack of clothes. She simply walked over to the cot and spread out one of the diapers, immediately followed by a second one.

The whole time, Cassidy stood there with one hand firmly cupped over her crotch while her other arm hugged her small breasts. She didn’t care that Margot was clearly indifferent to what she assumed was a younger girl’s body; Cassidy knew her real age and still cared about her modesty despite how Margot had pretty much already seen everything. “Umm,” Cassidy muttered. She looked at the mortifying underwear on the cot, imagining that it was going to be just as bulky as the padding she had walked around in all day. God, she had been so oblivious. Audrey had lied about the gymnastics thing, and Cassidy had believed her despite knowing in the back of her mind that it didn’t fully make sense. “One should be fine?” she said, unable to help the uptick that came with her current embarrassment and lack of confidence.

Margot just shook her head. “No offense, Cassie, but you soaked those pull-ups. I know it probably won’t happen again, but it’s not worth the risk.”

That wasn’t fair! She had only wet herself so much because she had been holding it for so long and Audrey kept dragging her to more and more things without stopping for a bathroom break. Unfortunately, the truth of ‘my sister tricked me into pull-ups and purposely set things up so I’d have to wet myself’ would not sound believable in the slightest. Instead, Cassidy caved with a quiet, “Okay.” At this point, she just wanted to get dressed.

“Hop up?” Margot instructed. She patted the table and stepped aside to give her some room. That’s about all Cassidy was trusted with. Once the naked girl sat on the dry padding, Margot gripped Cassidy’s ankles and used them to maneuver the girl to lie parallel to the cot. “Lift?” Everything was offered as a suggestion, but that wasn’t exactly the reality. Margot was obviously in charge. She patted Cassidy’s hip to go along with the bit of instruction, and Cassidy blushed while raising her ass up a few inches while Margot adjusted the diapers.

Then it was time for the worst part. It had been bad enough that a girl Audrey’s age had seen pretty much everything there was to see throughout the wiping process. But that had been while Cassidy was standing, with her feet only slightly apart. Now she was lying down, and getting diapered–which was already humiliating enough in itself–would require splaying her legs and losing whatever ounce of modesty and dignity she had left. “Margot . . . ” she trailed off. The faire helper girl hadn’t even moved onto the next step yet or told Cassidy to do what was clearly coming, but it still felt like getting ahead of it was super important now that everything was sinking in.

Truly sinking in.

There had been plenty of instances where Cassidy knew staying quiet was the thing to do, and she was plenty aware that Audrey had the same threats and implied blackmail as before. But letting herself get diapered?! That would make things worse, not better. Right? Even though Margot had just reminded her about the soaked pull-ups, Cassidy still tried again with, “. . . I don’t need diapers. Really. It’s fine.” Partially sitting up with her hands still clasped over all of her frontal private areas, she quickly held still and stopped halfway through the motion when the cot slightly wobbled beneath her. It took her a moment to realize that it was because the legs were probably uneven from the ground below, rather than anything that was about to structurally give. Unfortunately, the fleeting panic of potentially falling caused her to lose the bit of resolve she had just found. “I mean, umm-” Cassidy stammered. She couldn’t remember what she had planned to say next.

Margot just sighed. “Come on, Cassie. We’re almost done.” A trace of a smile appeared on her face, and disappeared just as quickly. “Would you prefer your old pull-ups instead?”

’What?’ That didn’t make any sense. Cassidy absolutely caught the flicker of amusement, but hadn’t expected something like that. “That doesn’t- I can’t-” What was she supposed to say to that. “What?”

“One way or another, Cassie, you need protection. If you want, you could put on your pull-ups. I can toss a pad in or something so you’re not sitting on, well, you know . . . ”

As in, put back on used underwear? The idea was both shocking and disgusting, and it took a few seconds before Cassidy realized what Margot was trying to do. Of course clean diapers would sound more appealing than wet pull-ups. “That’s not-”

“Not fair?” Margot raised an eyebrow. “Neither is wasting my time, or making Paula and Sofia be in charge of extra things while I’m stuck over here. So, can we please just be mature and hurry this along?

“But-”

“Choose, Cassie. Pull-ups, or diapers?”

Not a question Cassidy ever thought would be posed to her. And, as she and Margot both know, there was really only one answer. “Diapers,” she mumbled.

“Okay,” Margot curtly said. There was only impatience in her voice, which only made Cassidy feel more embarrassed and self conscious about everything. Because to Margot, this was just doing her job; obviously it was a lot more to Cassidy. Of course, she was the only one that knew that. Well, plus Audrey. If there was a silver lining to be found, it was that her sister wasn’t currently present to witness this or, God forbid, to take pictures or videos.

So far, unless Audrey had been sneaky, there was no proof that this day had happened. Best to keep it that way, somehow. But first, Cassidy had to deal with the humiliation of being diapered. She couldn’t put it off forever, especially with Margot’s current attitude.

Margot looked a lot taller now that she was standing and Cassidy wasn’t. And, as she stepped forward to do up the diapers laid out underneath Cassidy, she simply said, “Hold still,” before getting to work.

Cassidy did as she was told, closing her eyes and wondering how she had let things come this far. Audrey might have set her up, but Cassidy was the one who fell for it.

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PART NINETEEN

Compared to the cleaning process, the diapering itself barely took any time at all. Margot seemed plenty experienced at the babysitting task, and had the first diaper taped snugly around Cassidy in a matter of seconds. Curtly shutting down the girl’s follow-up request that one was fine, Margot wasted no time in wrapping the second diaper around her and taping it just as tightly. “See?” she said, “Easy.”

Blushing a bit that she had waited until she was given permission to do so, Cassidy sat up and swiveled her legs over the edge of the cot. Maybe it was the fact that she was sitting on the padding vs. standing, but the bulk between her legs and underneath her ass felt like more than the pull-ups. Although she hadn’t known about the mortifying underwear when Audrey first gave her the costume; it could just be that literally seeing herself in diapers made it worse.

“Alright, Cassie, we need to figure a few things out,” Margot said, “Unfortunately, you’re not going to be able to wear your old costume.” She explained that there really wasn’t anything to be done about the leotard. Short of cutting it down the middle and letting Cassidy wear the top half, there was nothing to be done. Sewing in the pull-ups had probably been fine when they were dry, but now they were dirty and impossible to work around.

Cassidy was torn. It’s not like she liked the fairy costume in the slightest, but she was also still naked save for the diapers. Continuing to cup her breasts with her hands, she just waited for Margot to come up with a solution. Twelve or nineteen, it’s not like Cassidy could walk around topless.

Thankfully, Margot at least had something for that. “We can start with this.” She held up a dark pink t-shirt that had a crest with a unicorn centered on it. “I think it’s about your size.” Handing it to Cassidy would require her to uncover, so Margot placed it down next to her on the cot. “Try that on, and I’ll be right.”

Normally, Cassidy would never be caught dead in such a shirt, but she was so far past standards like that. Anything was better than being half naked, and a childish shirt was nothing compared to diapers. Sighing to herself, she pulled on the t-shirt the moment Margot had disappeared around the corner. Unfortunately, ‘about her size’ didn’t mean ‘actually her size.’

The shirt was easily one size too small. Not only did the pink top hug her smaller breasts and show off her form down to the nipple just like the leotard did, but the hem also stopped about a half inch above her waist. Overall, it was basically like an immature crop top that did nothing to cover the diapers or give her any modesty without a bra underneath.

It took a few minutes for Margot to return. In the meantime, Cassidy was left to stew in the embarrassing getup. At least she was wearing something, but she still felt absolutely ridiculous. Putting her shoes back on had only highlighted how thick the diapers were, as every little movement was less natural than if she had been wearing regular underwear. Not only was there a faint crinkling as she moved about that was particularly noticeable in the solitude of the makeshift nurse station, but the padding between her thighs made it so pretty much everything she did reminded her that she was wearing diapers. Being bottomless didn’t help, either.

Margot was empty handed when she appeared again. “Sorry, Cassie. Not much in the Lost and Found,” she said, “But hey, looks like the shirt fits?” The uptick in her voice was enough to give away that she noticed the unfortunate tightness that Cassidy was already well aware of.

Frowning, Cassidy said, “I can’t just wear-” She cut herself off. The word itself would make the mortifying experience more real.

“I know,” Margot said, “How about your skirt? Did you try it on?”

“No. It won’t- I mean, it’s not enough . . . ” The pink tulle skirt was not at all the nice kind that would actually cover anything meaningful. Between the leotard and the material near the waistband, there had been enough to give Cassidy the modesty she required to go out in public. Even then, it was supposed to be a temporary costume. However, she doubted the skirt would fully cover her current underwear situation.

“At least try, Cassie. There aren’t really any other options right now, and I know you don’t want to join the others in just your diapers.”

Cassidy didn’t even register the embarrassingly possessive word; she was too distracted by the other part. “The others?”

“Mm hmm,” Margot nodded, “There’s a small group around your age here. We reserve the more mature activities for teenagers like you.”

“What about a rental?” Cassidy switched gears entirely. Considering her real age and life experiences, she knew full well that Margot was trying to placate her with a statement like that. To make her forget that she had literally been dropped off at daycare. Mature activities or not, Cassidy was way too old to be looked after in such a way. “I can pay you back.” Unfortunately, Audrey had her wallet. But the rental place was practically next door, and any of those selections would be better than the current t-shirt/diapers combination.

“Try the skirt,” Margot insisted.

“But-”

“I’m on shift right now, and you’re not allowed to leave the area. Look, it’s up to you. Would you rather put your skirt on, or are you comfortable in just your diapers?”

It was literally the same logic as before, and yet Cassidy was just as trapped by it. Obviously she wasn’t going to walk around without anything to cover the humiliating underwear; the thought alone made her blush. “Skirt,” she mumbled. Walking over to where she had kicked it off earlier, Cassidy picked up the tulle garment and once again cringed as the diapers shifted as she lifted a leg to step into the skirt.

As expected, it was barely a fix. The skirt was plenty long, but that wasn’t the problem. It’s that the light pink fabric was practically see through save for the upper portion. Cassidy examined herself and concluded that the diapers would maybe be fully covered if she stood completely still, but anything else would risk them being seen.

Margot was pretty quick to dismiss that complaint. “That’s only because you’re looking for them,” she said, “I doubt anyone else will notice! Come on, you look fine. Ready to go?”

“But-” Cassidy looked herself over one more time. Even if the skirt managed to conceal the bulky underwear, the outfit itself was hideous with the mismatched pink. Plus, there was her chest to worry about. “My, umm- my boobs . . . ”

“What boobs?” There wasn’t a trace of rudeness to Margot’s tone, which almost made it more insulting. Still, she elaborated, “Sorry. I just mean, I’d wait until you develop a little more before worrying about stuff like that.”

At that, Cassidy blushed bright red. Margot truly did think that she was going through puberty or something, despite how the diapered girl had completed a year of undergrad and probably wouldn’t be growing any time soon. And ‘what boobs?!’

Ignorant to Cassidy’s internal offense and embarrassment, Margot just smiled. “Like I said, you look fine. Let’s go, Cassie.”

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Part Twenty

Cassidy was dressed and in clean underwear.

All things considered, she knew she should be grateful. It was certainly a step up from wearing soaked pull-ups or standing around naked outdoors. And, while the unicorn shirt was girly and immature, it was low key probably what she would have chosen if her current outfit and the fairy costume had been held up side by side. That kind of thinking was dangerous, as it made her realize that there were boxes of old clothes in the basement back home that would have worked just as well for the scheme that Audrey had suggested.

Retrospect was almost as much of a bitch as her sister was, however, and Cassidy needed to remember that there was a degree of time pressure that had been under that morning. Blaming herself wasn’t fair, when this was all clearly Audrey’s doing.

As Margot walked her back to the more public area of the daycare tent, Cassidy appreciated her change of clothes less and less. There really hadn’t been something better for her to wear? Then again, it’s not like a Lost and Found would be rich with clothing options. The only reason there was anything in there at all was probably because the Renaissance Faire was a place that involved changing into costumes. She could easily see some girl dropping her shirt after dressing up and not realizing it until hours later. Cassidy had already suggested the costume rental thing for herself as an alternative, but Margot had dismissed the idea immediately. Not only would it leave her coworker without assistance for even longer, but Margot also pointed out that Cassidy didn’t have a means of paying for said rental.

Cassidy didn’t even bother asking Margot for a loan. Even if the dark haired girl actually believed they were the same age, it would be asking a lot. Trusting a stranger you just met with the kind of money required for bloated costume rental costs? Unlikely. No, Cassidy was wearing the best that she was going to get.

“Hey, everyone?” Margot announced to the small group of ‘kids’ that looked to be around Cassidy’s false age.

Was it too late to run away and hop the fence? Cassidy actually didn’t know which was worse–having a girl Audrey’s age think that she was younger than she was, or having girls actually that age believe it. She was dealing with both at the moment, of course. The only silver lining was that this demographic had their own corner of the large tented area, no doubt because they were too mature for all the kiddie games designed for the children that had been dropped off. The three youths Margot took her to had to have been checked in just like Cassidy had. Temporarily handed off so their older family members could see some of the more explicit shows, while not trusting them to roam about on their own.

One of the girls was in costume, albeit a very simple one. Some kind of huntress design, which Cassidy guessed was thrown together at home with various outfit pieces and accessories. The other girl was wearing casual summer clothes, as was the lone boy that stood with them. None of them were siblings as far as she could tell. Just three young individuals that were stuck together due to circumstance. Either overprotective parents, or troublemaking family members who couldn’t be left alone.

Similar to the slightly more mature way Margot had been talking to her, at least when Cassidy had been cooperating instead of complaining, Margot continued, “This is Cassie. She’ll be joining you for a while. With four, you can definitely-”

The young huntress scoffed. “No, thanks. We just want to hang out. Unless Cassie’s into silly games?” While the girl had started with a look towards Margot, her gaze shifted right away to the pink clad Cassidy. Expectant, and a bit judgmental.

So the girl in costume was the one taking all this the least seriously? Interesting. “I’m good with whatever,” Cassidy said. She wasn’t lying. The objective at this point was to just wait it out until Audrey returned. She almost corrected Margot’s introduction, but being ‘Cassidy’ to people she’d never see again wasn’t worth the risk of giving Audrey an excuse to somehow make things worse if she found out.

“See?” the same girl said, “Thanks but no thanks, Margot. We’ll give you a call if we need you!”

To her credit, Margot didn’t even bat an eye. “As you wish. Just stay in your area and-”

“No jailbreaks. We got it.”

“And behave,” Margot concluded. With that, she turned and headed off towards the more crowded area of the tent with a group of younger kids who seemed to be in the middle of a game led by who Cassidy assumed was the Paula referenced earlier.

Cassidy noticed right away how excessive the term ‘jailbreak’ was. She and the other three had more or less been left completely alone, and it’s not like the nearby fence was a particularly challenging climb. Any of them could easily hop it and make a break for it if they wanted to, at the expense of getting into trouble with whomever had dropped them off. Of course, Cassidy had her own motivations for not trying to run. With no keys, wallet, or phone, she was completely dependent on Audrey at the moment. The trio she had been left with probably had their own reasons for staying as well.

Despite being in college and too old to care what teenagers thought of her, Cassidy immediately felt self conscious as she became the center of attention in Margot’s absence. Because in their eyes, she was very much not a college girl. “Umm, hey,” Cassidy said. At least with Margot, she could relate with her even if Margot didn’t view her as a peer. This was different.

“Hey, yourself,” the huntress said. She placed a hand on her hip and looked Cassidy up and down, “Cute outfit.”

Cassidy couldn’t stop a blush from forming on her cheeks. “It’s not mine.” She glanced away with a slight grimace, before blurting out the first lie she could think of that offset as much blame as possible. “Someone spilled their drink on me, and Margot insisted on the Lost and Found.” Common enemy, right? If Cassidy was going to be stuck in this area, she doubted she could just twiddle her thumbs in the corner now that Margot had so blatantly introduced her. While she wasn’t particularly interested in relating to the group she was stuck with, the least she could do was have on her side enough to not bother her.

Since she was actually a young adult, such a tactic came pretty easily to Cassidy even if she wasn’t manipulative like her sister. Huntress girl didn’t like Margot? Lean into that. And it seemed to work right away.

“Margot insisted,” the girl echoed, “Too bad you didn’t have me around.”

Cocky. Cassidy had to fight the urge to scoff herself. Typical teenager, thinking she’s all that when it comes to rebelling against authority. The fact that she was tossed into daycare undermined that attitude pretty hard. “Yeah,” Cassidy replied. Anything more than that would risk sarcasm creeping in, “So, we’re just stuck waiting?”

“Pretty much. I’m Quinn, by the way.”

“Cassidy.” Whatever. Fuck Audrey.

Quinn briefly introduced the others, before gesturing for Cassidy to join their circle.

First, a diaper change. Now, she had to casually hang out with teenagers like she was one of them.

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Part 21

Despite how well it seemed she had set up her sister to fail when given the opportunity, Audrey was still a bit in disbelief when Cassidy actually began wetting herself in line. For a girl who normally prided herself on being so mature and put together, little Cassie certainly didn’t know how to stand up for herself when it mattered. And, most amusingly, Audrey’s older sister was normally so bossy and above it all. When dressed like a girly fairy with bangs, however, those traits only served to sell the lie that she was actually a socially awkward tween.

After the daytime accident, however, Audrey’s effortless improvising hit a wall. She really had no idea what to do with her ‘little sister’ next. While it was amazing and hilarious and so many other things that Cassidy was now wearing wet pull-ups, Audrey couldn’t figure out a good option for dealing with it. While she enjoyed the thought of making Cassidy suck it up and walk around for a while in the name of giving the girl a diaper rash, there was probably only so far Audrey could push her sister before she snapped and found a way to push back. They could have stayed in line, but that had already wasted enough time. Also, Cassidy’s pee-soaked underwear was stitched into the leotard. While it would be fun to be the one to change her sister, Audrey had no idea how to deal with a unique situation like that. Even if she was the one who had initially set it up. And, of course, they couldn’t just leave the faire. This was a once a year outing, and Audrey still had many shops to hit and shows to see.

Loathe as Audrey was to admit it, Cassidy was right. Renting a costume was the best plan now that Audrey had had her fun. She could enjoy the irony that poor Cassie was going to pay for a costume after all the humiliation that followed her efforts to save some money with the fairy ensemble, and Cassidy would also need to get in the back of the handicap bathroom line and wait all over again now that they had lost their spot. Perhaps there would still be some diaper rash potential there, with walking across the grounds twice and then standing and fidgeting in line for an hour. It really would be something to get her nineteen year old sister to have a bit of pink down there when that was normally something that only happened to babies. And, best of all, Audrey wouldn’t have to supervise her this time and pressure her to stay in line. Instead, Audrey could wander about the faire with the assurance that Cassidy would stay put due to it being the only option to comfortably change and clean herself up.

But then, Audrey found something even better.

The adventure playground tent, or whatever they were unofficially calling it these days. A few years ago, they had abandoned the prominent sign that used to be up, because older kids were more averse to being dumped in an area that looked too immature. Of course, there was probably never a good reaction from tweens being kept under supervision, but at least this way offered more subtlety and parents could potentially set things up in a way where their children didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. A bit manipulative, perhaps, but it made sense. There were a handful of explicit shows, and it was safer to put their kids somewhere that would guarantee they’d stay put and not get into trouble. If the adults had done their research ahead of time on the website, then they would know that this was an option.

As a girl who had gone to this particular Renaissance Faire for many years, Audrey was well aware that this was a thing. And, the moment she spied it on the way to walking Cassidy to the costume rental place, she realized how perfect of a solution it was. Not only could she be a ‘nice sister’ in terms of getting Cassidy an underwear change sooner rather than later, but it was a perfect way to embarrass her while still achieving the recent fun idea of wasting her sister’s money after everything. Of course, Audrey had already subtly swiped Cassidy’s card instead of her own for a few purchases along the way. But this was better, as it was technically something for her sister, even if Audrey was well aware that little Cassie would be less than enthused about the situation.

Audrey had to resist the urge to grin when the check-in girl didn’t bat an eye at Cassie’s false age. Her sister really did look twelve thanks to Audrey’s little scheme, and Audrey imagined that any insistence to the contrary would just look like an immature tween lying or playing make believe. And because Audrey mentioned the pull-ups and put them on the form, she doubted that anyone would believe that Cassidy was a college girl once they learned that she was not only wearing pull-ups, but that she had wet them in the middle of the day.

Normally, Audrey didn’t enjoy blackmail. There were so many more interesting ways to get someone to do what you wanted. She was well versed in using all kinds of manipulative tactics around her peers, and it was so much more satisfying to ‘win’ simply by cleverly framing things in a conversation to make the other girl concede and/or look worse. However, she and Cassidy were sisters. The popular girl tricks didn’t work as well on someone who had known her forever, plus Audrey had already done so much to progress things this far. What was the harm in taking the easy route every now and then?

After bullying little Cassie into caving and getting her to willingly follow Margot into the daycare tent, Audrey smirked to herself and strolled off. Far enough so the big tent was no longer in view, and then she randomly chose several paths to turn down on the off chance that Cassidy made a move to escape and chase after her. Now her sister wouldn’t be able to find her very easily, and Audrey was the one with both phones and the car keys. One way or another, little Cassie was going to be helplessly stranded for a while.

That’s exactly what Audrey needed. Time. This little prank had already gone way further than she had expected, which meant Audrey had to figure out where to take things next. Being the ‘older sister’ for once was all kinds of fun, and the fact that Cassidy had wet herself was insane. So, what now? Call it quits, and lord ‘Cassie’s’ accident over her forever? Or find a way to extend her sister’s tween existence beyond just a day at the faire?

Audrey didn’t consider herself particularly cruel or wicked, but the thought of trapping Cassidy as a twelve year old for a little longer was tempting nonetheless. Without her college clothes and usual enhancements, it was amusingly easy to shave seven years off her life. But how? It wouldn’t mean anything back home, as the two of them knew the truth. Although insisting on pull-ups for another day or two might be possible. Still, there had to be something more interesting than babyish underwear.

After treating herself to a few trinkets on Cassidy’s dime while brainstorming along the way, Audrey grinned to herself as she finally thought of an idea that might work.

‘Oh my God,’ Audrey thought to herself, ‘That could be good. Like, really good.’

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Part 22

If the first interaction with Quinn hadn’t made it clear that she was the ringleader of the small group that had been dumped into daycare despite all of them clearly of the opinion that they were old enough to be fine by themselves, the next few minutes easily showed that she was the one running things. Mostly due to the fact that she was the one speaking the most, while the two others were content to follow along with whatever she was saying.

Molly and Noah. Easy enough to remember, along with Quinn.

For a short while, Cassidy was stuck as the center of attention. Not my favorite, considering that her own maturity far exceeded that of these three, and she wasn’t particularly interested in spending time with them until Audrey returned. But it’s not like Cassidy could go anywhere, and Margot had already stuck her with them.

So she answered Quinn’s questions, pulling the answers from her younger self instead of trying to keep track of a bunch of lies. Twelve year old Cassidy, talking about her middle school experiences. Thankfully, none of them went to her old school. It would have been all kinds of awkward to try to explain why they hadn’t met her before. Talking about hobbies and academics was all well and good, as she could easily rely on her memories for all that. However, she wasn’t ready in the slightest for the conversation to shift towards boys.

“Umm,” Cassidy hesitated. She was already blushing. Despite being in college, it was just one of those topics that always brought on a bit of awkwardness, whether it was family asking or teenagers she’d literally never see again. “No, not really. I mean, I’m just starting classes this fall.” While it was humiliating to be viewed as a twelve year old without a trace of doubt on anyone’s face so far, she’d take the advantages where she could. She was going to call it a summer birthday and act like she hadn’t started middle school yet.

Quinn cocked her head to the side. “Really? No cute boys at the pool? No crushes on any of your sister’s friends? Older boys are hot.”

Cassidy had mentioned Audrey during the get-to-know-you interrogation, and it’s not like Cassidy could Audrey her my younger sister when Audrey was the one who would be picking her up. Even without Audrey around, Cassidy was still telling everyone that Audrey was the older one. “No crushes,” she affirmed. Technically Audrey’s friends would be datable with there just being a one year gap, but Audrey mostly hung out with girls that were as bad as her. Any boys that hung around would already be attached to one of them. Also, hooking up with anyone Audrey knew was practically begging for Audrey to get inappropriate dirt on Cassidy somehow.

“Huh. Well, what do you think about Noah, here?”

‘Oh, God.’ Not only could Cassidy feel her own heart race at being put on the spot when she was actually way too old to remotely consider someone Noah’s age as a viable partner, but she could also see that Quinn’s little suggestion had the boy blushing as well.

It had been years since Cassidy dealt with no-win questions like this, if she discounted Audrey’s tedious antics that she would never really be free from. Saying ‘yes’ obviously wasn’t an option, but she had been trapped in a position where she needed to figure out how to deny the casual weighted question without hurting the boy’s feelings. He had seemed plenty self assured so far, but girls like Quinn had a way of finding topics to make a peer’s confidence waver.

Unfortunately, Cassidy couldn’t wait too long. Lingering silence would only point towards her potentially liking the boy if she found herself speechless after Quinn asked. “Not really my type,” Cassidy said. She hoped her voice sounded normal. It was a safe answer in terms of making it less about him and more about her. And, more importantly, she was stalling for time. Best case scenario, Quinn would drop it. But if she pressed for details, Cassidy would have a few more seconds to figure out why Noah wasn’t her type.

And, sure enough, Quinn didn’t want to let it go that easily. The huntress smirked a little at both Noah’s rosy cheeks and Cassidy’s hesitation. “How so?” she asked.

Outright lying, Cassidy said, “I just kind of have a thing for blonds, you know?”

“Seriously? That’s a little shallow. You’re saying you wouldn’t date a boy who doesn’t have blond hair?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just-”

“Then what is it like, Cassie?”

She frowned. “It’s Cassidy.”

Thankfully, the other girl stepped in. “Just drop it, Quinn,” Molly said, “They don’t even go to the same school.

‘And I’m not actually a tween.’ But Cassidy was happy to let the other girl come to her defense. It was pretty obvious Quinn was just trying to stir up drama, rather than have a serious conversation about who Cassidy did or didn’t like.

Quinn just sighed. “I’m just saying. You can’t just write off a guy because of hair color. And what about you, Noah? Would you date Cassidy if she asked?”

Of course, the boy had been quiet amidst the three girls talking. Cassidy understood his own awkwardness, as dealing with girls at that age was brutal. Not that she had any personal experience with the male perspective, of course. But early teenage years were when certain girls really developed in their manipulation compared to whatever little tricks they had learned before; Quinn was a perfect example.

Again, Molly answered instead. “Why don’t we talk about something else. Or do something else?”

“Like one of Margot’s stupid games?” Quinn scoffed.

“Hell, no,” Molly said, “Like, one of our own games. I know one or two from camp that don’t suck, or we could always do Truth or Dare.”

Cassidy absolutely would have preferred the former. Something to innocently kill time before Audrey returned, that didn’t involve talking about boys she had zero interest in. However, the second option was what made Quinn’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that could be fun. How about it, Noah? Cass?”

Noah gave a nod. “Sure.” Since he hadn’t spoken much, it was difficult to tell if he had been checked in because he was trouble in his own way or simply because his parents/siblings wanted to see something too mature for his age. Usually it was a combination. Quinn was once again a good example, but even Molly didn’t seem particularly innocent. Though she had defended Cassidy and Noah, there was a subtle intensity to the way she did it that made it seem more like she was just over the whole conversation than looking out for anyone.

“Cassidy?” Molly asked, glancing her way.

Of all the things they could have picked, was Truth or Dare seriously going to be the choice? It was the dumbest game. Either everything was way too easy and immature, or way too intense depending on the crowd. Cassidy couldn’t remember a game of it that she particularly enjoyed over the years. But, at the same time, she was blanking in terms of possible alternatives. “Whatever,” she said. It’s not like she was actually twelve. She was mature enough to say ‘no’ to anything that her younger self might have caved to under peer pressure.

“Great!” Quinn said. “You can go first, Molly, since it was your idea.”

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Part 23

Cassidy had assumed that Molly would be the first one to ask, in terms of going first. But in typical teenage girl fashion, Quinn had set it up so she would get the most opportunities to have her own fun. “Truth or Dare?” Quinn asked the girl.

Of course, Molly tried to make the very same point, but Quinn just waved her off. After all, Molly would get to go right afterwards due to the rules. Cassidy was a little unsure of what the rules were themselves, aside from the obvious part about whoever did something most recently was the one to choose someone else. Every group played the game differently in her experience, and there were four of them including herself that had never played the game together. Hopefully Cassidy could use that to her advantage, in case any twist on things wasn’t to her liking.

For the moment, however, she was just happy the attention was off her.

Molly started off with a ‘Truth,’ defending herself immediately when Quinn rolled her eyes. It would be more fun to ease their way in, according to Molly. Leave some room for things to get interesting. One way or another, it was her choice. In response, Quinn asked, “Have you ever stuffed your bra to impress a boy?”

It was Molly’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please. My boobs are bigger than yours, Quinn. I should be asking you that Truth.”

Meanwhile, Cassidy was just grateful she hadn’t had to deal with a question like that. It wasn’t to impress boys, but she definitely had a padding/push-up combo most days to make her annoyingly petite body look a little more womanly. In reality, she barely needed a bra, as evidenced by the fact that she hadn’t worn one all day. Thankfully, Molly and Quinn were bantering with each other about it and not paying much attention to the fact that she was easily the one with the smallest chest between the three of them. She was used to being on the flatter side compared to her friends and peers, of course, but it was something else when a group of young teenagers out-sized her while assuming that she was their age as well.

While Molly probably would have appreciated being able to throw a dare or a question back in Quinn’s direction, that’s not how the game worked. You couldn’t ask someone who just asked you. Cassidy was let off the hook again when Noah was the next one to take a turn, but that comfort wouldn’t last forever.

All in all, the game was just as bad as she remembered it being. The questions were either personal or embarrassing, especially since Cassidy had to draw her own out from the past all while not particularly wanting to hear most of the answers from teenagers she could practically see herself babysitting under different circumstances. And the dares were pretty limited, as it’s not like there was much to do in their little section of the tent. Noah had to kiss Quinn’s cheek, a dare Molly was happy to set up to get back at Quinn for her general attitude. Cassidy had to touch her ear to her shoulder until her next turn, making her look and feel more like an immature tween as the game progressed. Molly had to flash the waistband of her underwear to Noah and then blow him a kiss.

Pretty much everything involving Noah hinted towards escalation, though Cassidy also realized it was because he was the only boy present. She was just glad none of her dares revolved around him, especially after all the recent crush talk. Although as the game progressed, she could see him noticing the attention and being subtly content that he basically had three girls to himself. Apparently it didn’t take much for him to get over the faint embarrassment earlier from some of Quinn’s remarks.

While Cassidy aimed for more truths than dares, since answering questions was more or less what she had already done for several minutes before the game started anyway, she still fell victim to the peer pressure in terms of switching to ‘Dare’ just frequently enough that she wouldn’t be called out for avoiding them. Things had been tame for the most part so far, although she had been bracing herself to politely turn down anything Noah-related. But she was not prepared in the slightest for Quinn’s next dare.

Smirking a little bit, Quinn said, “I dare you to swap bottoms with Molly.”

Cassidy’s breath hitched. No. Not that. “W-what?” she managed to get out. Throughout her entire time with the trio of adolescents, she had been passively aware of the bulk between her legs. The game was a nice distraction, but it was impossible to forget about her underwear situation completely. She had been nervous that the tulle skirt wouldn’t be able to cover up the diapers, but obviously hadn’t considered a situation that would involve removing it entirely.

“You heard me,” Quinn replied, “Switch with Molly here. You’re probably close to the same waist size. Besides, I’m doing you a favor! You’re wearing too much pink and she’s not wearing enough. I bet you’ll both complete each others’ outfits.”

Technically, she was right. Cassidy’s pink tulle would go decently well with Molly’s white top, and Molly’s jean shorts would be more attractive with Cassidy’s pink tee than a different shade of pink. But that wasn’t the point. Clearly the real intention was to make both of the girls temporarily bottomless. And while Cassidy had already been fully nude at the faire, that had been at the edge of the grounds behind a changing barrier. This would be in front of an audience, and would instantly reveal the fact that she was wearing diapers.

The worst part? Being too defensive would only make Quinn more curious.

Molly spoke up first. “Umm, no. This is Cassidy’s dare, not mine.”

She was right. Quinn was essentially daring both her and Cassidy at once, but the huntress girl was ready for the denial. She shot back right away with, “I didn’t complain when Noah was dared to kiss me. That wasn’t my dare, was it?”

“That’s so not the same thing. But you know what? Fine. I’ll do it, but I get to dare you back before Cassidy’s turn.” As if it was a done deal, Molly undid the button on her shorts.

“Deal,” Quinn nodded. She clearly didn’t care, considering how confident and shameless she was. Glancing towards the pink clad girl, she said, “Cassidy?”

Feeling a knot forming in her stomach, Cassidy blurted out, “Wait! I, umm-” She absolutely couldn’t take her skirt off. But Molly was being casually bold about taking her bottoms off, and it wasn’t even her dare. Granted, she had already shown her underwear choice of the day, but that was different than standing around in only her underwear! “What’s the forfeit?” Cassidy managed to get out. That’s a rule she remembered from her childhood, although the forfeits were often worse than the dares themselves.

“Hmm, a forfeit?” Quinn mused for a moment, “Oh, I have one. Hold still, Cassie. If you move, you have to do the dare and the forfeit.” With that, Quinn strutted over to Cassidy and then walked right past her.

Cassidy reluctantly did as she was told. And immediately regretted it.

From behind her, Quinn said, “The forfeit is to do your fucking dare.” Then she gripped Cassidy’s skirt and yanked it down.

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