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“Oops.” The cruelly sardonic voice drawled down at the smaller girl on the ground. Stacy had been waiting by the corner, and she stepped out just as Carolyn rounded the corner. A well placed leg and shoulder ensured that Carolyn got the worst of the collision, ending up sprawling on the ground.

Carolyn sat up, looking dazed. After a half a moment, she remembered enough to snap her knees together, and use a hasty hand to regain control of her plaid skirt. She wasn’t fast enough, Stacy’s eyes had found what they were looking for, and the taller girl looked down at her former friend with a wicked smile.

“Still the same old Baby Carrie I see.” Stacy laughed. “Are you going to cry now?”

Carolyn got up stiffly from the ground. Not responding to Stacy’s taunting, Carolyn tried to brush past the girl. They would both be cutting it close to make it to class on time. Even if they were both in their fourth year of high school, Mrs. Mason wouldn’t allow any slacking from her first period class, and she certainly didn’t tolerate tardiness.

“Not so fast.” Stacy grabbed Carolyn’s arm as the girl tried to push passed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the girl holding her arm.

“You should apologize for running into me, don’t you think?”  Stacy grinned, releasing Carolyn’s arm.

Carolyn just scowled and turned to leave, but Stacy stopped her once again.

“Don’t forget, Baby Carrie, I’m the only reason you still have any friends at all. If everyone knew what I know, do you really think you could ever show your face at this school again?”  Stacy moved forward, predatory in her movements, eyes taunting her prey. Carolyn backed away slowly as Stacy advanced, but her back soon hit a wall and she found herself staring up into the taller girl’s devious eyes.

Stacy towered over the girl, relishing the control.

“Don’t you think,” Stacy spoke soft and sweet now. “ That everyone would love to know.” Her hand wound its way down and took hold of the front hem of Carolyn’s skirt. “That you’re nothing but a bed-wetting, diaper-wearing baby.” Stacy lifted the front of Carolyn’s skirt and tucked it up into the waistband. Carolyn gasped when she realized what Stacy had done, revealing the trapped girl’s underwear to anyone who passed by, but when Carolyn tried to free the hem, and let the skirt fall back into place, but Stacy caught her hand, pinning the girl against the wall.

“What do you want, Stacy?” Carolyn demanded again, struggling against the other girl’s grip. It was no use, she couldn’t break free. “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, no real reason.” Stacy laughed. “I just thought I should check up on my favorite eighteen year old baby. Now,” Stacy looked down mockingly at the extra large Pamper’s pull-up revealed from underneath Carolyn’s skirt. “I thought you said you only needed them at night, you know, for your bedwetting. So why are you wearing them to school? Could it be you’ve started having little potty accidents during the day as well as at night?”

“Let. Me. Go.” Carolyn was struggling fiercely against Stacy’s hands now.

“Aww, is someone cranky? Do you need your diaper changed?” Stacy gave the pink disposable diaper a quick squeeze. “No? A gold star for you, my bed-wetting princess. Not yet wet, and already nearly eight in the morning.”  Stacy brought her face dangerously close to Carolyn’s own, and dropped her voice to a whisper. “So tell me, why you need to wear a diaper, and then I’ll let you go. I promise.”

Carolyn glared up at Stacy, hate in her eyes, but finally she turned her head to the side, blushing furiously as she answered.

“You know why. I…I wet the bed sometimes, and…”Carolyn began.

“Only sometimes?” Stacy interrupted. “Your track record didn’t seem so hot during our sleepovers.”

“Most of the time, whatever.” Carolyn’s whole face was dyed crimson now. “But I didn’t last night, okay? Now let me go.”

“You didn’t explain why you’re wearing a diaper right now, if you only wet the bed.”

“It’s not a diaper!” Carolyn insisted. “They’re just…Training panties.”

“Oh sure, training on how not to wet the bed like a baby. Do they have little flowers that disappear when you pee yourself?  Oh look, they do.  Now why are you wearing them?”

“I…My parents don’t know that I…sometimes have accidents, and I don’t want to throw my training panties away at home, in case my mom finds them. So I’ve…been throwing them away here at school.”

“Are you serious? I’m actually asking here. That has got to be the dumbest sounding plan I’ve ever heard. Why not take them off at home, and bring them in a plastic bag or something?  No, you know what I think? I think you’re wearing a diaper to school because you’re such a pants-wetting little girl, that you need diapers in order to keep from making a puddle. Honestly, you make me sick.”  Stacy shook her head down at Carolyn and leaned back.  “I’ll tell you what. New plan. Now I’m going to prove how much of a baby you actually are.”

“What? You promised-” Carolyn’s protests were cut short as Stacy’s fingers darted into a tender, ticklish spot just below Carolyn’s ribs.

In seconds, Carolyn was too doubled over, laughing and trying to fend off Stacy’s fingers to even think of escaping. After nearly 2 minutes of unrelenting tickling, Stacy stood back to admire her handiwork. Carolyn was gasping for breath, tears in her eyes, and the still exposed diaper was quickly swelling and becoming discolored.

“Bye-bye little flowers.” Stacy laughed. She snatched Carolyn’s purse from her arm as the girl was still trying to catch her breath.  “And what is this?” Stacy pulled something small and white from the purse. “Spare panties? I can’t imagine why you would need these. They won’t absorb a thing when you have an accident. Ah, these are more for you.” Stacy pulled something else from the purse. “Another diaper. This one isn’t as cute, a bit bigger maybe? Less likely to leak I’m sure.”  Stacy dropped the purse at Carolyn’s feet, and tossed the diaper on top. “I’ll leave you the diaper, be grateful for that, but I think I’ll hold onto the panties. I’m not sure you’ve earned them yet.”

Carolyn could only stare up at Stacy, hating the feeling of swollen fabric between her legs, and hating her own impotence. She couldn’t believe that Stacy was once her best friend. Now the girl looked so cold, standing above Carolyn, gloating at the accident she had caused.

“You had better hurry up if you want to change before first period.” Stacy called over her shoulder as she stalked off towards the school. “We wouldn’t want any leaks now, would we?”

“We’re here Melanie” Stephanie said excitedly as she drew into the parking lot. 

Melanie rubbed her eyes. It was nearly 4 and they had indeed arrived in Florida. Stephanie was already out of the car and pulling out their luggage. Melanie opened the door and gingerly got out, mindful of her sprained ankle. 

It was a balmy afternoon and Melanie began to feel warm wearing her jacket. The girls walked up to the reception, where there was a young man checking in before them. Stephanie noticed Melanie eyeing him intensely. Maybe she might see him be at the bar tonight!

They were quickly shown to their room. Melanie took off her jacket and tossed it onto her bed. Stephanie chuckled, but Melanie was interested in the view. They had gotten a beach view room and as she opened the glass door, she could not believe her eyes. She stepped out onto the huge balcony but did not take her eyes off the 

“We got this for $50 a night? The view is awesome!”, Melanie chirped as the girls took in the view of the Atlantic ocean. The beach itself was quiet and they could see out to sea for miles.

“Looks like someone didn’t use their diaper after all!”, Stephanie teased, breaking Melanie’s daze.

Melanie scowled as she adjusted her grey shorts, tugging it up. But it still didn’t cover the exposed top of her diaper. Oh well, she was in their room after all, no one could see them.

“Oh I was only kidding Mel! Here, stand by the balcony, let me take your picture!” Stephanie offered. 

Melanie leaned along the guardrail and raised her hand up above her head, giving a dazed look as Stephanie got her phone camera to adjust.

Just then, the girls heard the sound of a door opening. The handsome young man they saw earlier stepped out to admire the view but upon seeing them, froze. Melanie’s heart skipped a beat as they awkwardly stared at her while she stared back. Then Stephanie grabbed her arm and they both scurried back into their room.

The balcony was a shared balcony. 

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