The Greatest Milestone

Chapter 10

I'd like to say I strode boldly down the halls with a grin on my face, but that would be a lie. I felt exposed without my layers of clothing, and every second was a struggle My only consolation was that no one paid me any real attention. I was already known as the Diaper-Wearing Junior. The other girls had seen me in the locker rooms, and everyone else had heard about my twice-daily changing room visits.

Diapers are your choice, I told myself. Pull-ups weren't some magical status symbol that were off-limits to me. I'd worn one on my date with Nathan, and I could choose to wear one again if I wanted.

To be honest though, pull-ups were overrated. Sure, they were comfortable, and quiet, but was that worth the risk of leaking? Definitely not.

I felt safe in a diaper. No matter what my body did without my permission, I was ready for it. I could have three or four accidents, and the heaviness between my legs would annoy me long before I actually leaked.

And who says diapers can't be sexy too? Who's to say the sight of my exposed diaper won't send someone's heart aflutter?

Okay, so maybe I was getting ahead of myself there.

Unfortunately, I didn't go completely unnoticed. Over the course of the day, I crossed paths with the popular girls on two separate occasions.

Monica called me a shameless slut for walking around with an exposed diaper. Never mind the fact that she had two inches of a hot pink pull-ups sticking out the back of her dark wash jeans. Quite a bit more obvious that the half-inch of diaper waistband I was sporting.

Meanwhile, Kelsey turned to Amber during lunch and whispered, "She looks like giant toddler in that outfit."

"It's the only form of birth control with an 100% success rate," Amber mused.

"You mean dying a virgin?"

"Exactly."

On their own, either one of these encounters might have bothered me. But when you combined them, the result was almost comical. I mean, which was it? Was I a tramp, or was I destined to die a virgin? They couldn't even make up their minds!

Maybe, just maybe, this meant I was normal.

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I had a bounce in my step as I left my last class. The weather was still warm as I walked outside, and I was thankful for my lighter outfit. For once, I might actually be able to endure the mile walk home without sweating buckets in the diaper region.

I was halfway to the sidewalk when Nathan called my name, "Hey, Claire!"

I considered ignoring him, but that would be immature. Instead, I bit my lip and turned around. As usual, he looked infuriatingly perfect. The wind tousled his hair, and he wore his usual combination of khaki shorts and a long-sleeve button up. He also wore a pair of hightop Converse shoes that matched my own.

"You look really good today," he told me. "I mean, I liked your style before, but you seem more confident now. It suits you."

"Um ... thanks." I resisted the urge to play with my hair, adjust my glasses, or do anything else that resembled flirting. Instead, I ended up stretching the hem of my shirt over my exposed diaper, which was probably even worse.

"Look," he said, "I know you're mad at me for canceling on you, and I probably deserve it."

You think?

"But ... I just need to say something first."

I crossed my arms and waited.

He drew in a long breath. "I know we just met last week, but you're one of the coolest, and most beautiful girls I've ever met. Now, maybe you don't feel the same way about me, and that's totally fine, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."