Daydreaming about getting changed in the back of a car.
It has to be a hatchback, like a minivan or SUV, trunks are for putting tied up girls, not diaper changes.
And it's definitely the back of a car, not on the backseat, because that's where my carseat is and it's just too much of a hassle to take it out every time I need changed.
Now, and I know this is a controversial opinion, but I love diaper changes, they're one of my absolute most favorite things about being Little. The intimacy, the connection. Being so reliant and passive, just laying there, only worrying about what's happening to your body to follow directions... it's so peaceful.
Getting changed in a car though... that turns the experience entirely on its head. The change is almost certainly going to be happening in a parking lot, so other people are around, they might see you! See what a baby I am! Er, I mean, you are.
But what exactly will they see? I'm certainly wet, maybe even... messy, or-or sticky! Does my thingy look small and infantile? Or maybe I'm humiliating hard, I must deserve this treatment if I'm enjoying it. Or I'm in chastity, a naughty child who can't be trusted. Are my pants off? Skirt up? In a onesie? Romper? Shortalls? Are my tiny little tits exposed? Is it a plain medical diaper? Maybe a pull-up? Or is it infantile, with cute prints and thick with stuffers? Do I have a pacifier, or a stuffie? Does my caregiver have me holding the fresh diaper? Or maybe the dirty one? Am I sucking my thumb? Do I have mittens on? Am I collared? Maybe my bottom is red from a spanking. Maybe I'm plugged. Is the adult handling me prepared for me to dribble more during the change? Do I have a diaper rash? How extensive is the diaper bag? How thorough the change? Am I being scolded? Mocked? Cooed at and babied? Or perhaps the change is happening with the silent efficency that tells anyone watching just how normal this is for my CG and I...
And throughout all these possibilities, I, or you, are expected to still be helpless and passive, but now without the peace of privacy, having to trust your caregiver even more, to be done quickly, to be discreet (or not...), to keep you safe in this heightened period of vulnerability.
Fuck, I just love the idea of getting changed in the back of a car.
