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Emily Goes to College - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2023-07-31 12:00:03 +0000 UTC"We really ought to start with the essentials," Angel mused, while Emily gawked at all of her options, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothing there, her stomach churning with excitement, and a hint of nervousness, wondering how much, if any, would fit her.
"What does she already have?" the worker asked helpfully, the seemingly ever-present blush on Emily's cheeks deepening, noting how the question was not directed at her in the slightest.
"What doesn't she have?" Angel teased, giving Emily's side a tickle, Emily getting taken by surprise and giggling. "You can always use more tights, though, can't you? And as quickly as she goes through them, an extra pair of shoes won't be bad to have around."
"Perfect!" the worker smiled. "The tights are right over here. Do you want a particular color, or the classic white?"
Angel considered it for a moment. "White," she settled. "That way they'll go with whatever. They don't have to be too classic, though... If we..."
"Oh, I'm already ahead of you," the worker told her, holding up a package, flashing an image of ribbons and ruffles that Emily didn't have time to fully take in before her friend had snatched it away.
"Perfect! What about shoes?" They were led to another part of the store, Emily sat down on a bench while the 'adults' looked over the shelves of shoeboxes. "What size does she wear?" the worker asked. Angel froze, having not anticipated that, somehow, not knowing what to say; thankfully, the worker answered herself. "At her age, it's always better to measure anyway, since she might have jumped up another size after the last time she got shoes."
Angel gratefully accepted that out, letting the worker walk over to Emily, legs swinging idly on the bench, watching them, and kneel down. "I'm going to take your shoes off for a minute, all right, sweetie?" Emily nodded, thinking nothing about it as the girl began to untie the laces. "Did you do these yourself?" the girl turned to look up at her.
Emily glanced down at her bashfully, ready to lie and shake her head, only to see the girl's eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise briefly, right before her smile did the same. Emily squirmed, realizing that from the worker's position on the floor, she'd probably just gotten a perfect view up her skirt... And, as someone who worked at this sort of store, she surely knew exactly what a diaper looked like.
"That's all right," the girl told her, setting Emily's sneakers down on the bench beside her. "Everyone learns at a different rate." Emily's face was practically glowing, knowing that the worker could be referring to tying her shoes, but almost definitely meant her potty training. She felt a trickle of warmth soaking into her padding, making it that much more humiliating. "Can you come stand over here?"
The worker took her hand, leading her a few steps forward from the bench, to a spot on the rug with shoe sizes marked out, making her move between a few until she'd found the perfect fit. "Good job!" she complimented, taking her back to her seat, then returning to Angel. A few moments later, they were all at the bench, carrying boxes of shoes to pull onto Emily's wiggling feet, though they settled on a pair of fairly standard black Mary Janes.
"She outgrew her last pair," Angel told the worker, "so obviously she needs a new one..."
Technically, Emily supposed that was true, even if it had happened years ago. Either that, or she'd refused to keep wearing them, wanting a more mature style of shoe... She fidgeted in her soggy diaper, staring down at her feet, seeing herself going right back to them.
"Just like the tights, they'll go with any dress she picks out," the worker said. "Speaking of... I think it's time for the fun part."
"Hear that, Emily?" Angel giggled, hardly able to contain her own excitement. "Time to play dress-up!"
She guided Emily to the fitting room, taking charge automatically, even when they had the door closed and were alone, pulling off her new Mary Janes and her skirt and ripping open the package of tights, Emily's heart beating a bit faster, realizing that meant, no matter what, she was now, at the very least, going to be buying those, going home with them. Angel tugged them over her feet, slid them up her legs and over her diaper, letting them snap into place, adjusting them, while Emily wiggled in place, staring at herself in the mirror, feeling the way they clung to her, pressing the padding snugly against her from all angles...
Angel put the shoes back on her, then stood back, watching smugly as Emily was able to move freely again, twisting to look at herself, at the rows of ruffles on the seat of the tights, the ribbon running through each of them, with a bow right in the center of every row. With her Mary Janes on, and her shirt, it almost looked as if that was her entire outfit, as if she was going to be taken out, diapers bulging obviously underneath, growing more damp as she squirmed and fantasized about Angel leading her across campus, back to her dorm room, like this...
"So, is it safe to say you like it?" Angel teased, Emily blushing, nodding, her thumb sliding itself into her mouth with her barely even noticing while Angel slipped out, returning with an armful of frilly dresses.
Despite their success so far, Emily was worried this would be as far as it went. That would be fine, really, though still a bit disappointing... But, no, when Angel pulled the first dress over her head, it fit her perfectly, completing her new look, and her transformation back into a toddler. Who would possibly have been able to see her now, in this waterfall of pink and lace, and guessed she was a college student?!
"I bet we could rebuild your whole wardrobe with clothes from here," Angel told her.
As much as Emily would have loved that, one peek at the price tag put an end to that. "Not at these prices..."
That didn't stop them from trying on as many dresses as they could find in her size, Angel taking a picture of her in each, pushing her out to show the worker the ones they deemed the cutest, Emily melting as yet another person cooed over her.
She knew right away when they'd found the right one, the one that she was going to buy, since she wasn't going to be able to afford more than that. It was a little pink sailor dress, right on her verge of being too short. She almost wanted to see if there was a bigger size, but when Angel asked, "Do you want to show her?" she found herself nodding bashfully anyway, letting herself be led out to show off to the worker, despite knowing it was possible she'd show off a sliver of her padding if she moved the wrong way... Of course, the worker already knew, so who cared? And it wasn't like she was going to wear anything from this store around anyone who didn't...
"Absolutely precious!" the worker declared, making Emily so self-conscious she found herself starting to suck her thumb again despite herself.
"What a cute little baby," Angel teased once they were back in the fitting room. "I think it's perfect for you."
"I'm not a baby," Emily stuck her tongue out at her. "This is a very grown-up dress!"
"Oh, is it?" Angel asked as she took it off her to try another. "Why don't we see?" She put it on herself, Emily staring as she saw it struggling to go on over the other girl's more ample chest, as the bulk of the double diaper - aided by the bit of extra height Angel had on Emily - did more than threaten to reveal itself.
And yet... Emily felt herself squirming a bit, looking at her friend. It was weird to think about it that way, to think about Angel that way, however, she couldn't deny that it was kind of sexy, the way she'd pretended it had been on her, when, in reality, especially in comparison, she truly just appeared to be the right age to wear that sort of dress.
"You're right," Angel smirked. "Maybe I should wear it to Homecoming... Oh, or maybe you should! Maybe you could be the Homecoming Princess, and you could sit on the Queen's lap onstage, and she could feed you a bottle, and..."
"Wh-What about this dress?" Emily interrupted, blushing, holding up the next one.
Angel's eyes twinkled a bit mischievously, but she let Emily off the hook. "It looks nice, too!" It couldn't compare to the sailor dress, though, nor could anything else. They tried on quite a bit more, however, in the end, they both knew what they were going to be buying. Emily slipped Angel her debit card so she could handle the transaction without giving away Emily's true age, and reluctantly changed out of her tights and Mary Janes, knowing she couldn't wear either back to campus, no matter how much she'd like to.
"Do you have a bathroom?" Angel asked as the worker rang them up.
"We do!" the girl replied cheerfully, pointing the way. "There's a family restroom, too, that has..." She paused, seeing Emily's cheeks begin glowing again. "Well, it's very comfy," she put it delicately, giving Emily a wink.
She, of course, meant that there was a changing table there, and, indeed, there was, although Emily had to wonder how she would have reacted if she'd known Angel was the one who plopped herself down on it. "I can't believe I've already gotten two diapers this wet!" she exclaimed.
"It can happen before you know it," Emily told her with a smile. "So I think we'd better put you back in doubles, just in case."
"Emily!" Angel tried to pout, to protest, but they both simply dissolved into giggles at her pitiful attempt, both aware she not only didn't mind, she wanted it.
Unfortunately, while Emily thought she'd packed plenty of diapers for the day, she'd never accounted for Angel doubling up, and the second one she pulled from her backpack was the last one there, which didn't seem like a big deal until Angel, once she was in her padding, gave Emily a playful check. "Speaking of it happening before you know it, you're soaked!"
"I'm not that..." Emily shook her head, wiggling her bottom. "Oh."
"That's all right," Angel assured her. "Hop on up on the table!"
Emily gulped, fidgeted. "Umm... I'm kinda out of diapers..."
"Emily!" Angel scolded. "Why did you give me two, then?"
Emily shrugged shyly. "I'll be okay..."
She might have been, too, if not for the soda she got at the drive through on the way back to campus. It was far bigger than she'd expected, and she knew Kayla would admonish her for having that much sugar and caffeine so late in the evening if she knew, so she guzzled down as much of it as she could in Angel's car.
"Do you want to hang out in my room for a bit?" Emily did, but as soon as she hopped out of the car, she could tell her diaper had gotten even wetter, and that it was on the verge of a leak.
"I-I think I'd better get back," she said, following Angel into the dorm. "Thanks for..." She didn't even know how to put into words how amazing the outing had been, how much it had fulfilled her fantasies.
"Any time," Angel grinned, hitting the button to call the elevator. Of course, now that Emily knew how full her diaper was, how bad it would be if she tried to push it any further, the elevator took forever to arrive... And her bladder made her aware of how full it was as well. She wriggled, tempted to make a dash for the stairs, fighting to keep from bouncing in place before the door finally slid open. Angel's floor was lower, so she got out first, Emily barely suppressing a sigh of relief as the door started to close, leaving her alone...
"Wait!" she called, reaching for the door open button, seeing Angel begin to turn before the doors shut. She groaned, pushing the button to return to that floor as the elevator lurched to life, taking her to her own floor, opening just long enough for her to debate whether she ought to run to her room to change, or even - as foreign as the concept was at this point - use the toilet, then closing once more, going down to where Angel was waiting, confused.
"Th-These are yours," Emily blushed, grabbing the bag with Angel's panties in them from her backpack, shoving them into her friend's hand.
"I almost forgot about these!" Angel chuckled. "Thanks!"
Emily nodded, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could, certain she could feel the already drenched padding growing wetter regardless, swelling. Was that a dribble of wetness trickling down her thigh?! She didn't dare look, praying that nobody wanted the elevator between Angel's floor and her own, that there would be nobody in the hall as she made a mad dash for her room...
Somehow, all of that worked out, the elevator going straight to her floor without another stop, opening up to an empty hallway. She was sure now she could feel herself leaking as she scurried for her door, fumbling to get her keys out, mortified, her panic only making it harder to slide the key into the lock, heart thumping loudly in her chest, knowing any of her neighbors could step out at any moment, see her in the midst of peeing her pants...
The door swung open and she stumbled in, shoving it shut behind herself. "Oh, my God!" she whined to Kayla. "I need a new diaper, like, right now! I'm pretty sure that's the closest call I've ever had, and I'm about to...!"
She froze as she looked up to make sure her roommate was getting things ready for her, that she wasn't mad at her for leaking... And, to her horror, saw a strange boy sitting on Kayla's bed with her, the two of them so close to one another that there was no way they hadn't just been kissing before Emily interrupted them. Suddenly, Emily remembered Kayla telling her there was something she needed to talk to her about, and she knew exactly what it was.
Kayla had a boyfriend now... And Emily was in the middle of leaking through the diaper she'd announced to him she was wearing, right in front of him.
Comments
Damn awkward moment right there at the end but at least she had fun with angel and might have her as a playmate in diapers. But now will Kayla still be her mommy or is boyfriend going to change things forever
