You had gone over to a friend’s house to hang out. A friend, which let’s be honest, you had developed a crush on. But it was as a friend that you went over there. Though you hoped perhaps something might happen, you thought it was very unlikely. She was very comfortable with you and when she invited you to stay over for the night, you didn’t necessarily think much of it. Then she went away to change into her pajamas. For her, this was a shirt and underwear. Again, not much to think of. Except that you saw her in her underwear and it was not at all what you had expected. No, she was wearing a diaper. Plain, white, but quite thick. She saw the look on your face.
“I wear diapers to bed.” she said.
“That’s fine” you said, feeling something growing in your own boxers you were about to sleep in.
“Omg, does it like turn you on or something?”
“Come on. It’s fine, you do you. If you want, I can give you one.”
“No, really, I’m fine.” By this point it was more than obvious that you were not, in fact, fine.
“What turns you on about it? Is it that I’m wearing it? Or do you want to wear one too?”
“Ah! I knew it. So you’ve got a thing for girls in diapers, huh?”
“Maybe I’ll let you change me sometime.” she said with a smirk.
Soon after, she would bring back a diaper for you to wear tonight. And just before you went to sleep, though alone in your bed, you fantasized about changing your friend’s diaper tomorrow morning and her changing yours.
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