“Hi, I’m Camila Guerrero. Pleased to meet you.” She shook the hand of the girl in front of her, with her best winning smile and making sure to make eye contact.
“Doria.” Said the bored upperclasswoman. She was making Camila feel mighty shabby with her designer dress and literal diamond necklace. Not a pendant, a necklace of diamonds strung together with gold.
The room had a lot of girls like Doria, in every natural hair color shade. The model in front of Camila was blonde. Probably denoting alpha status among her species. The room was also packed with girls like Camila, wearing the best Nordstroms dress they could afford with mom’s pearls. Every Camila wanted to be a Doria someday.
But not this Camila.
“Are you just going to stand there like a statue?” Doria asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you weren’t done speaking.” Camila said with her best peppy tone. “You’re an Alpha Kai?” She motioned toward the gold bracelet on Doria’s wrist, engraved with the Greek letters Alpha, Chi, and Omega.
“You don’t get to call it that.” Doria said. “Are you even rushing with us? I don’t remember your name on the list.”
“I just wanted to say hi since it’s the big mixer before pledges.” Camila said. “Also, do you know where Delta Lambda Gamma is?”
“You’re rushing with those weirdos?” Doria asked.
“What’s weird about them?” Camila asked, watching Doria carefully. She was pretty sure that she knew what made the Delt-Gs unusual. What she didn’t know is if their secret was common knowledge on campus.
“Besides the totally over the top NDA they make their pledges sign?” Doria said, looking pointedly across the crowd. “This the only event they go to with the rest of the Greek system. The whole rest of the year they only do parties with the Delt-Bs. They can’t be trusted.”
“Oh! Yeah, I already knew that.” Camila grinned. “They’ve been really nice, I’m glad I rushed with them.”
“You seem like a go-getter. Don’t make a big mistake. Rush with a real sorority. You still have a day left.” Doria said.
Before Camila could respond, another richly dressed girl slipped up to Doria and whispered something in her ear.
“Excuse me.” Doria said, turning to follow the other girl away.
Undaunted, maybe even a little energized from sparring with a rich-b like Doria, Camila peered in the direction that Doria had looked. She was in luck. Through the sea of little black dresses, she caught the radiant sparkle of a mirrored mosaic dress. The owner of the dress had pink hair. It had to be Heather.
Camila wormed her way through the crowd, liberally sprinkling ‘excuse mes’ as she went. Lots of sweaty elbows and one cocktail shoved into her hand later, she entered a small circle of women. Heather was flanked by two upperclasswoman and telling a story about last night’s talent show to a group of rushees.
Though she’d been there to see it, Camila giggled with the rest when Heather got to the punchline. The theatre professor’s tuxedo pants had met a sad end on a stage ladder that night.
As soon Heather’s story ended, Camilla stepped up forthrightly and put on her best genuine smile this time. “Hi Heather!”
To Camilla’s surprise, Heather and both the women standing by her looked over and said, “Yes?”
“Oh uh, I’m sorry, are you all named Heather? I haven’t met everybody yet.”
Heather, pink haired Heather, laughed. “That’s my fault, I didn’t warn you on purpose. I’m Heather Miller. Everyone just calls me Miller or Heather M.”
“She thinks that’s such a clever joke.” Said the woman to Heather M’s right. She was wearing a silvery teal sheath dress and had gorgeous roses braided into her blonde hair. “I’m sorry Heather didn’t warn you. I’m Heather Lambert. You’re welcome to call me Heather L, or Lambert. Just don’t call me Lammy until you’re a sister.”
Both Heathers and Camila turned to the fourth woman, presumably another Heather. She was wearing a straight-up tuxedo. The tails were long enough that Camila had taken it for a tuxedo dress at first, but there the pants were. Heather Three stared back at them for a moment and rolled her eyes.
“Fine, I’m Heather. Heather Rapp.”
“You can call her Heather R. Probably don’t call her Rapp.” Heather M said.
“Ugh.” Heather R rolled her eyes again. “You can also just say Heather. It’s not like it matters if more than one of us answers.”
“We’re just trying to help out a rushee who’s had to meet a lot of people this week.” Heather L said.
“Except you’re just talking about yourselves instead of asking her what she wanted to talk to us about.” Heather R said.
“Just because you’re right doesn’t mean – never mind!” Heather M said. “Camila. Go ahead, what did you want to say?”
Camila giggled. “I was coming here to ask you what time the Delta-G bid event is tomorrow. I couldn’t find it on the schedule.”
“Yeah, we don’t do that.” Heather Rapp said.
“What Heather wanted to say is that we don’t think that a formal bid fits in with our sorority culture.” Heather Lambert said.
“No, I said what I wanted to say.”
“GIRLS!” Heather Miller barked.
Camilla jumped a little at the sudden outburst, but the other two Heathers took it in stride.
“Can we NOT do the four-way Heather conversation with Camila? I’m sure it’s confusing enough to have just met you two.”
“Um, you’re the one that didn’t tell her there were three Heathers.” Heather R said.
“I was just trying to clarify and make sure that our rushees have the best possible experience.” Heather L said.
“Go help the other rushees. NOW!” Heather Miller put a hand on each of the other Heathers and pushed them physically toward the other frosh girls.
“Okay! Now we can have a conversation like normal people.” Heather said. “Let’s take a step out of the crowd. Do you need a drink? Oh, you already have a drink.”
“Um, I don’t know where this one came from; I could use one I can trust.” Camila said.
“Right, drinks then.” Heather snatched the cocktail glass out of Camila’s hand and dumped it in a flower vase.
While a stunned Camila was watching the water in the vase turn mai-tai-orange, Heather grabbed her hand and plowed a path through the crowd. They made a brief stop at the bar for Heather to order a pair of raspberry champagnes and then were out of the main crowd.
On the edges of the ballroom there was space and quiet. More importantly, there were padded benches. Seeking relief for her aching feet, Camila took a seat right away.
“Good idea.” Heather said, joining her. “The secret to surviving in heels is to take lots of little breaks.”
Camila took a sip of her drink. It was good. Dangerously good. She resolved to keep on small sips. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Right! Well, you’re our most eager rushee so far this year. I wanted to tell you that you’re one of the top candidates. If you want to be a Delta-G, that’s likely happening.”
“Really?!” Forgetting her resolution of just moments ago, Camilla took an excited gulp of her drink.
“Really. But the other Heathers were right, we don’t do the formal bid thing. It’s important for us to have a conversation with our top candidates. The goal is to come to an understanding where we have exactly as many bids as we do rushees. Pre-arrange it.”
“Is that what we’re doing right now?” Camila asked, bouncing on her seat.
Heather laughed. “Yes, silly girl, that’s what we’re doing. Part of that is making sure you want to join. We have a reputation for being the weird sorority on campus, and we own that. We ARE unusual.”
“Unusual how?” Camila asked, taking another big drink to try to contain the excitement building up in her.
“Unfortunately, I can’t tell you exactly.” Heather said. “You don’t learn our secret until initiation. What I can tell you is that it’s very unusual, which means we take the secrecy around it very seriously. It’s something that might seem like hazing, but it isn’t. It’s a core part of being a Delta-G.”
“I think I know what it is!” Camila said, a bit louder and higher pitched than she’d meant to.
Heather’s hand clapped over Camila’s mouth.
“That was a little loud, Camila. I’m not upset, but I do want you to tell me what you think you know when I pull my hand away.” Heather said. “And I want you to tell me quietly.”
“Sorry.” Camila said in a near-whisper. “I know it’s a big deal, but I’m really excited about it.”
“And you think that IT is…?”
“Well, the sorority letters could have been Alpha Beta Delta Lambda if three letters weren’t the traditional number, right?”
Heather’s brows went way up. They were not pink, Camila realized. She wasn’t sure why she expected Heather’s eyebrows to be.
“Okay, we need to find a private room.” Heather said. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course!” Camila said.
She brought her glass and took a huge swig. Heather caught the glass on its way down and took it away.
“You don’t need to finish that.” Heather said. “Your cheeks are already pink.”
“Okay, mommy.” Camila giggled.
Heather gave Camila a look that very clearly said, ‘this bitch.’ Camila giggled again as Heather grabbed her hand.
She was feeling a little floaty. Most of a glass of champagne shouldn’t be enough to do that. While Heather lead her away by the hand, she realized her error. She’d planned to eat before any drinking. The buffet table had been swarmed by a group of girls that smelled like they’d lost a perfume war. She was sure the food would end up tasting like those girls smelled. She giggled again, hoping she wasn’t making too big an idiot of herself in front of Heather.
When they entered a lounge-type room, Camila realized she was lost. They’d gone down a couple of halls and through a courtyard, but she hadn’t been paying attention. Worse, she was a little unsteady on her feet. Heather guided her into a comfy chair and grabbed her chin, staring into Camila’s eyes.
“Are you okay frosh? That drink laid you out, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know why.” Camila said. “It was just champagne. Even on an empty stomach…”
“Oh shit. Hon, there was tequila in it. A lot of tequila. You’re not used to drinking, are you?”
“The Delta-Gs aren’t a big drinking sorority I thought.” Camila said, sinking back into the lovely fluffiness of the armchair.
“Most of us aren’t.” Heather sighed. “That’s why we don’t really go to mixers like this. One of the reasons anyway. The U won’t let us keep our sorority charter if we don’t attend at least this one though.”
“Oh, oops!” Camila giggled. “It’s okay, we’re the only ones here.”
“It is not okay. You don’t know me well enough to know for sure that I’m safe, yet.” Heather sighed and gently bopped Camila on the head. “I’m going to get you a big glass of water, dummy. You just sit there.”
“Roger!” Camila saluted. Heather groaned.
A big glass of water and fifteen giggly minutes later, Camila was feeling better. Still buzzed, but a lot more in control. She could choose not to giggle, though things were still extra funny seeming. She wondered if Heather was annoyed with her. Or if she was still upset about that mommy comment.
“Feeling better, froshie?” Heather asked.
Heather had kept her drink and polished it off. Not that you could tell. Her cheeks weren’t even pink. Maybe she stored all the pink in her hair! Camila managed to stifle a giggle at that last thought.
“My name is Camila, not froshie.” Camila said, suddenly petulant. She still wasn’t in control of her tone.
“The way you’re acting, it’s froshie. What were you thinking? Going to the biggest Greek mixer and not pregaming with some bread or something?”
“Oh, that would have been a good idea.” Camila said eagerly.
“Dear god.” Heather said ruefully. “Are you going to be okay, or do I need to cart you off to your temp housing?”
“No, I’m good, sorry!” Camila said earnestly. She could feel her mood swinging dangerously down. “I really, really want to be a Delta-G. I’m sorry I screwed up.”
“Pull it in, Camila.” Heather said. “We’re not at the sob-into-my-tits stage of our relationship.”
“I’m okay, really.” Camila took a deep breath and a long drink of the water. Sitting up properly in the chair helped a lot.
“Good. Okay, back to what we were talking about. How’d you find out… what you know?”
“There are rumors.” Camila said. “They’re like, SUPER hard to find. But if you spend enough time online in the right places – you can find out some stuff.”
“Tell me exactly what stuff you found out.” Heather said.
She wants me to say it first, Camila realized. It was now or never! “That the Delta-Gs are an ABDL sorority.”
“And ABDL stands for…?”
“Adult Baby Diaper Lover.” Camila said confidently.
“Fucking nightmare.” Heather said, rubbing her temples. Camila’s heart seized up with worry.
“Oh, not you.” Heather said, smiling at Camila. “That kind of information isn’t supposed to get out, period. I’m not going to ask you to give up your sources – unless you pledge. If that happens, I would really like it if you told us exactly where you found out.”
“It wasn’t any one place.” Camila said. “It was more like – you can read between the lines if you pay enough attention. If you read enough lines, you get the whole picture. Also, I might have cyberstalked the house.”
“Excuse me?”
“I maybe kind-of sort-of combed through a bunch of data and saw a bunch of deliveries from the Dotty Diaper Company.”
Heather stared at Camila for a long moment with a totally blank expression. Out of nowhere she jumped out of her chair and screamed, “WHAT?!”
“Agh!” Camila half fell out of her chair. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be sure before I rushed.”
Heather sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I’m freaking out because this has never happened that I know of.”
“Really?” Camila asked. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
“Yes, really. You’re the first to figure it out. Smart girl.” Heather shook her head and laughed.
Camila blushed. “Uh thanks.”
“Cute too.” Heather took a deep breath. “You want to be in an ABDL sorority?”
“Yes! I really do. I didn’t mean for this to get so uh – stalker-y.” Camila said. “I’ve been interested in ABDL stuff for a while. When I realized what the Delta-Gs might be I kinda – went overboard.”
“You’re not a stalker. It’s good to know that the information is out there, we can try to do something about it now.” Heather said. “Better to find it out from somebody friendly than somebody who’s trying to expose us.”
“So, it’s okay? I can still rush?” Camila asked cautiously. She was feeling sober at last. She had Heather’s jump-scare to thank for that.
“Silly. Little. Girl.” Heather said, advancing on Camila’s chair and putting her hands on the armrests.
Camila licked her lips. Her heart was pounding so hard she was surprised Heather couldn’t hear it. Nobody had ever called her little girl like that. Like she was in a ABDL story.
“You’re in, dummy. You don’t get to call yourself a Delta-G until you’ve gone through initiation, but you’re in.”
“Thank you.” Camila said softly. A pair of tears dripped down her cheeks.
“What am I going to do with you until then?” Heather said. “You’re way too cute and earnest to be a mommy. You’re pledging to be a baby, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.” Camila nodded frantically.
“What kind of mommy would I be if I let a little girl run around campus unsupervised?” Heather asked.
“I d-dunno.” Camila said. This was taking a hard turn into her wildest fantasies, but it was also nothing she’d expected for tonight. The PlanTM, was in shambles.
“What kind of ABDL stuff have you done so far, Cammie?” Heather asked.
She was still so close, speaking in hushed tones and looming over Camila. It felt a little like being a bunny that had been cornered by a wolf.
“N-not much. I mean uh – I’ve read stories. And uh, s-seen a bunch of art. Th-there’s a discussion board I lurk on.”
“You don’t even post? You’re not on an ABDL Discord, or WhatsApp group chat or anything?”
“No uh, not so far.” Camila said, squirming. “I was worried my parents would find out.”
“Don’t lie to me.” Heather said sharply.
“What?” Camila asked nervously.
“You go on forums and look at art, but you think a Discord is what would make your parents notice?” Heather smirked. “You’re afraid to talk to people about it.”
“I t-talked to you about it!” Camila said defensively.
“Yeah, when you were full of tequila. Even then you waited as long as you could to see if I’d say something first.”
Camila blushed and looked away.
“Look at me, little girl.” Heather said. When Camila didn’t obey right away, she took hold of the younger girl’s chin and turned her head back. “Nobody is going to tell your parents, and nobody is going to out you. That’s why we keep it so secret. It’s why I was freaked out that you knew.”
Camila nodded, hypnotized by Heather’s bright blue eyes.
“Hmm, that that’s not enough to relax you. You were such a confident chick at the mixer, but you’re just a little faun now.”
Camila swallowed hard. What exactly was she supposed to say to that?
“Maybe I should take you home with me.” Heather said.
“What?” Camila squeaked.
“You’re on your own for the first time, getting way more drunk than you wanted to, and sticking your nose into secrets you don’t really understand.”
Heather brought her face closer, till their noses nearly touched. “I think you need someone to take you in hand. To take care of you so you don’t hurt yourself.”
“Oh god, oh god.” Camila trembled.
Her head was swirling with a thousand conflicting emotions. Camila had dreamed of having a confidant woman mommy her. But Heather said that Camila shouldn’t trust her yet.
Camila was inundated with questions. Was she still drunk? Was Heather just trying to get her somewhere private to find out how she’d uncovered the secret? Could she really pass up a chance to not only fulfill a fantasy, but also get in with one of the top Delta Lambda Gamma women? Where was the nearest bathroom?
“Ah!” Camila gasped as the last thought hit her.
She tried to clamp her legs together, but it was too late. Panic, alcohol, and a lot of water had shattered her resistance. There was nothing she could do as her accident flowed through her panties, over her dress, and into the chair. Her face was slack-jawed and frozen in Heather’s grasp.
“Did you just come…” Heather looked down and blinked in surprise. She straightened up and looked down at Camila with her hands on her hips.
“It was an accident!” Camila cried out. “I didn’t realize – it was too late, sorry!”
“It was a little-girl-accident.” Heather said. “Are you all done?”
“Huh?” Camila replied.
“With your accident. Do you have it all out?” Heather asked.
Panic gave way to embarrassment. Camila felt her face burn. She imagined she looked like a tomato. Worse, she wasn’t done, she was still going.
“N-no.”
“Lift the front of your skirt, little girl.” Heather said kindly. “That way you’ll only have to cover one side of it.”
With trembling hands, Camila obeyed. Mercifully, her accident came to an end soon after. She’d never managed to go through with wetting herself, even when her parents were out of town. The fantasy was amazing, but the reality was always too scary.
Now she was sitting in her wet in front of an almost-stranger. The back of her skirt had to be soaked. The cushion of the chair was soaked for sure. Her panties were sopping wet. Not that there was any heat in her crotch to go along with the wetness. The shame was a little too acute and the situation was too scary.
This was going to be amazing masturbation material later though.
“No more potty-face. Looks like you’re done.” Heather said, putting her phone back in her cleavage. “Heather will be here in a minute with somebody’s sweater or shawl. Don’t worry, she won’t come in.”
“Wh-what…” Camila asked. Also, what was a potty face?
“To cover the back of your skirt. I’m taking you back to the sorority house and cleaning you up.”
“You – you don’t have to do that.” Camila said.
“You can tell me no.” Heather replied. “Are you telling me no?”
Camila gulped and looked down.
“Good girl. Let mommy Heather take care of everything, okay?”
“Okay.” Camila said in a tiny voice.
Without any direction from Heather, Camila sat in the wet chair while they waited. It started out warm, but it was getting uncomfortable fast. She could feel it spreading further into her skirt too.
“Finally.” Heather said, in response to a knock on the door. She opened it a crack and stuck her arm through. Her arm came back with a bulky black sweater, way too heavy for August. “Thanks, see you later Heather.”
“Later Heather.” The voice on the other side was muffled by the heavy door. Heather closed it before the girl on the other side was done speaking.
“Which Heather was that?” Camila asked.
“None of your business. Just like Heather doesn’t know which rushee is in this room.” Heather said.
At Camila’s puzzled expression, she added, “Neither of the other Heathers saw us leave the ballroom.”
“Oh. Thanks Heather.” Camila said softly.
“You’re welcome, little girl. Now, up you go.” Heather wrapped the sweater carefully around Camila’s waist.
Black sweater on a black dress, with a stain that didn’t show that much on the dark skirt. It would pass any casual inspection. The knot in Camila’s gut began to unclench.
“What about the chair?” She asked. There was a huge stain on the green upholstery. There was no hiding that.
“It’s not the first time someone has peed on this furniture at the mixer, and it won’t be the last.” Heather said. “You might be the first Delta-G though. Usually, it’s the Apes. Alpha Epsilon Pi. They call them apes for a reason.”
“Oh okay.” Camila felt like she was getting her composure back. She wiped her teary eyes and gulped down the last of her glass of water. Her blush was subsiding too.
At least, it was subsiding until Heather took her hand, no, her wrist, and said, “Come on little girl. We’ve got a bit of a walk before we get you cleaned up.”
Mutely, she followed Heather in an embarrassed/horny/confused haze. At least she wasn’t lost at the end of the journey this time. She’d been to the Delta-G house twice already for rush events. It was empty now, for which Camila was grateful.
The well-kept Victorian rambler was a bit spooky without a crowd of girls inside. It didn’t help that the lights were off, or that a fall wind had picked up outside. If she was being honest, and she always tried to be honest, Camila knew the actual source of her nervousness. She still wasn’t sure about accepting Heather’s help.
Despite her uncertainty, she didn’t say anything when they entered the clashy living room, with its colonial fixtures juxtaposed against sports posters and modern lamps. Nor did she say anything when Heather marched her up the creaky wooden stairway. She was even silent when Heather brought her into what was obviously the older girl’s bedroom. If she was going to say something, it was the last chance.
“Okay little one.” Heather said, closing the door. “Strip off your dress.”
“What?” Camila shook her head. “Uh, just show me where the bathroom is; I can clean up.”
“No, you can’t.” Heather said matter-of-factly.
“I can’t?” Camila asked nervously.
“That’s right. If you’d gone home on your own, then you’d be taking care of yourself right now. But you came here with me, so now I’m taking care of you.”
“But uh…”
“But nothing.” Heather stepped behind Camila and unzipped the back of her dress. “If you can’t do it on your own that’s okay. Little girls don’t usually dress themselves anyway.”
Camila squirmed, which only helped Heather slide the dress up and off her. She stood bashfully with one arm across her chest and the other hovering in front of her wet panties.
“That’s obviously not going to work.” Heather said, gently pulling Camila’s arms to her sides. “I’m going to see everything when I clean you up.”
“Everything?” Camila whimpered.
“These are pretty.” Heather said, gently taking the string of pearls off Camila’s neck.
“They’re my mom’s.” Camila said shyly.
“She has great taste.” Heather said. “I bet she’s a cool lady.”
“Sometimes.” Camila ventured a small smile.
“Let’s get this off too.” Heather said, unclasping Camila’s bra.
“But I’m not wet there.” Camila said nervously. She ended up awkwardly holding the cups of her bra to her breasts when Heather slipped the straps off her shoulders.
“I don’t put little girls on the changing table in a bra.” Heather said. “It just doesn’t fit.”
“Changing table!” Camila said in alarm.
“Of course. You had a big accident, soaked a chair and your dress. You think I’m letting you sit on furniture here without a diaper on?”
A diaper. Camila swayed a little on her feet. Was this happening, she wondered? Was this older girl in her gorgeous designer dress really going to put her on a changing table and diaper her?
While her thoughts had been spinning, Heather had taken her bra away and pulled her panties down to her ankles. There wasn’t much to do but step out of them. Naked was less embarrassing than pee-soaked panties for sure.
“Okay, come with me, there’s a changing table just down the hall.”
“But – we have to leave the room?” Camila hastily covered her chest and crotch again.
“Honey, everyone is at the mixer.” Heather laughed, then smiled softly. “But I can see you’re really freaked out. Here, I’ll put you in my robe.”
Draped in Heather’s satin robe, Camila shuffled quickly to the changing room. She could hardly believe that there was such a place, let alone that she was walking into one. Her fun fantasy of an ABDL sorority was running up against reality fast.
The changing room didn’t do much to calm the butterflies in Camila’s belly either. It was straight out of an ABDL fantasy, with the walls decorated in childish wallpaper, an entire wall full of diapers, the works. On top of being intimidatingly on-the-nose, the changing room had not one, not two, but three changing tables.
“D-do you change multiple people at once in here?” Camila asked.
“There are private changing rooms downstairs.” Heather said, smoothly stripping Camila of the robe and ushering her onto the closest table. “And a lot of girls get changed in their room. This hallway is just for the senior in-house members and our babies. Those babies know the drill and they don’t mind the company.”
Camila gingerly lay down on the changing table. This is it, she thought. I’m really doing it. I’m going to wear a diaper for the first time in – I don’t know how long.
Heather didn’t reach right for the diapers or even the wipes. She leaned against the table and stroked Camila’s cheek.
“You doing okay there, little girl?”
“I’m really nervous.” Camila said.
“Aww, baby girl, you don’t have to be nervous with me.” Heather said with a gentle smile. “You don’t know me well yet, but I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“That sounds ni – eeee!” Camila giggled helplessly as Heather attacked her sides. “Heather, noooo!”
Heather relented, stroking Camila’s belly. “There’s the pretty smile you had at the mixer. Such a cute baby.”
Camila blushed. “I’m not a baby.” That was the whole game, obviously, but she couldn’t keep herself from protesting it. It was too diminutive a label.
“Of course not, you just wet your pants and you’re going to wear a diaper. No baby here.” Heather grinned and tickled Camila again briefly.
Squirming on the changing table, Camila realized she’d gotten over the body modesty at least. The diaper was still scary, but Heather in the moment seemed a lot nicer than the forceful sorority leader she’d been at the mixer.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Heather said.
As Heather said it, Camila felt a wet wipe caress her skin. It was really a caress too. Gentle, with enough pressure to clean and smooth as silk. Heather was obviously an expert. When the wiping moved from her waist to her crotch, Camila had that conflicted feeling of sexy-yet-not again.
This time it was a lot more frustrating. She couldn’t bear to ask for something or speak at all. What she really wanted was for Heather to stop being so maternal and be a lot more rhythmic over her crotch.
Unfortunately, either Heather wasn’t a mind-reader, or she ignored Camila’s silent pleas. Instead, Heather lifted Camila’s legs to get her butt off the table and wiped it down. That was super infantilizing, especially when Heather wiped her butthole as casually as could be.
“What kind of diaper would you like, little one?” Heather asked. “Plain white? Some solid color? Something with a cute print?”
“Uh white is fine.” Camila said quickly.
“You sure?” Heather asked. “You don’t want a nice pink or baby blue?”
“Pink would be okay too.” Camila whispered, blushing.
“I’ll remember that when I fill out the order sheet.” Heather said.
“The what?” Camila asked.
“The delivery from Dotty Diapers?” Heather said. “The thing you did your detective work on, Camila Holmes?”
“Oh, yeah. Do you get all your stuff from them?” Camila asked.
“No, there are other companies, but they’re our main one.” Heather said. “What ‘data’ did you get a hold of to find that out anyway?”
“Shipping manifests.” Camila said.
“Those are public?” Heather asked in alarm.
“Uh, not super public, no.” Camila said, blushing now.
“Wait, did you get that information legally?” Heather asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“Well that thing is…” Camila hid her face. “It might not be like, the most legal thing anyone ever did.”
“Camila!” Heather said. “You are lucky you aren’t initiated yet. I would spank your butt!”
“I’m sorry!” Camila instinctively scooted her butt toward the wall.
“You’re going to be trouble, little girl.” Heather said ruffling Camila’s hair. “Lie down properly, you get a pass on this one.”
Camila slipped back into position, watching in fascination as Heather unfolded the big pink diaper. Heather made a lifting motion with her hand, and Camila raised her hips.
The rest was pure magic. After dreaming about it for so long, Camila was in bliss as soon as she was lowered on to the diaper. The smell of the powder and the feeling of it being patted against her skin was more than she’d ever imagined. Being wrapped in the soft padding and feeling it come snug around her as the tapes were set took her breath away.
Any reservations about if she’d like being diapered or not were out the window. Camila still didn’t want anyone to see her like this, but the first-time feeling was perfect. She was so happy that she didn’t realize until later that she’d hugged Heather, despite her near nakedness, or that she’d walked back to Heather’s room just as bare.
It wasn’t until Heather had Camila in an oversized pair of pajama pants and was putting the matching shirt on her that she came out of her fugue. Camila felt a renewed need to ask questions.
“Wait, why the pajamas?”
“Well, your dress has to be laundered and you don’t have any other clothes here.” Heather said reasonably. “I have some other stuff that would fit you, but I didn’t think you’d be up for hanging out downstairs when all the sisters come home.”
“Oh uh, maybe not.” Camila said. “But why can’t I wear the regular clothes anyway?”
“Because you’re going to sleep here tonight, silly.” Heather said.
“What?”
“Do you think there’s a nice empty laundry machine just sitting, waiting for your one dress and panties?” Heather said with a chuckle. “I WISH the sisters were that organized.”
“No, there’s clothes in the dryers, and in the washers, and at least one more load queued up. I might be able to get your dress into that one, if it’s the right kind of fabric.”
“Oh. But…”
“By that time, it’ll be late. I’m not sending little girls out wandering around campus with a bunch of drunken frats.”
“But…”
“I committed to taking care of you, and I will. There are only a couple of choices left for you to make. First, if you want to see the sisters tonight or not. You already said no to that, but you can change your mind.”
“I think still no.”
“That’s fine. The other one is how you want me to take care of you.”
“Huh?”
“I really like this stuff. Obviously, I’m living in the Delta-G house in my junior year.” Heather said. “You really like this stuff; I watched your face while I was changing you.”
“Y-yeah.”
“At the same time, it can be overwhelming. You look like you might be overwhelmed. You also look like you might want to be little for a while.” Heather smiled and stripped off her dress, walking to the closet in nothing but a lacy black thong.
“You get to pick. You can just chill here, zone out on your phone, whatever. I won’t bother you except to get you some dinner.” Heather grabbed a loose blouse and a pair of shorts, sighing as she got into more relaxed clothes.
“Or I can treat you like I would any little girl. Take special care of you, pay lots of attention to you, and tuck you into bed for an early bedtime.” She turned back to face Camila. “What’s your pick?”
“You’re beautiful.” Camila said, staring star-struck at Heather.
“You are a such a cutie.” Heather said, pulling Camila in for a hug. “If you don’t make a choice soon, I’m defaulting to the little treatment.”
“Wh-what all would you do?”
“You’re worried about boundaries now?” Heather laughed. “I already cleaned you up and diapered you.”
“I know that.” Camila pressed her face into Heather’s chest, despite how little she knew it made her look. “But I’ve read a lot of stories and in some of them things get really hardcore with pacifier gags and bottles of actual formula and bondage and…”
“Woah, slow down little girl.” Heather said. “I wasn’t offering the full baby treatment. Or uh, the step beyond it that you’re describing. I was going to make you some chicken nuggets and some chocolate milk if you like it. I figured we’d read a story and snuggle if you’re up for that. If you really want a pacifier, I can give you a regular one.”
“I didn’t know.” Camila said, muffled by Heather’s chest. “I’m not a dumb baby.”
“No, of course not. You’re a big girl in a diaper who has her face mashed into my tits because she’s scared.”
Camila whined. Why did she whine? Her mind was spinning. She wanted so badly to play at being little, she’d wanted it for ages.
Now Heather was here, super nice, and offering to do it. It was still so scary though. She kept catching herself doing baby stuff, like pressing her face against Heather, or whining. Heck, she was still pressing her face against the older girl.
“Hey little girl, would you feel better if I took the choice away?” Heather asked gently. “You can still choose if you want, but do you want me to choose?”
“Yes pwease.” Camila said, face now fully enveloped by Heather’s bosom.
“Then you’re a little girl for the night.” Heather said, gently extracting herself from Camila’s grip. “You wait here for me to be back with dinner, right here on the bed, okay?”
Camila nodded, hopping on the bed with a pat on her diaper from Heather.
“I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m gone, I have a couple of friends here. I think – yeah, this one.” Heather handed Camila a gently loved stuffie of a fox.
Without even thinking about it, Camila hugged the stuffie tightly to her chest.
“That’s Viola.” Heather said. “She’s good company. You going to be okay while I’m gone?”
Camila nodded reluctantly. She didn’t trust herself to speak. It was either going to come out as a sob, a scream, or complete baby jibberish.
“You could come with me, but I’m sure there are a few people coming back by now.”
Camila shook her head. Heather smiled and patted her on the head. “I’ll be back fast.”
The waiting was at once an eternity and a tiny blip of time. Camila considered playing with the stuffie but felt weird about it. Partially because Heather would come back and see her playing, but also because she felt she hadn’t been properly introduced to Viola. It was so dumb! She didn’t need Heather to tell the stuffie her name.
Consumed with all the feelings, Camila stewed on the bed until Heather reappeared.
The smell of nuggets and catsup was amazing. It had simple comfort that Camila hadn’t known she’d been craving. She chowed down on them with the plate on her lap, Viola tucked under her arm.
“Slow down there hon, remember to breathe.” Heather took the latest nugget away from Camila and handed her a sippy cup. “We were out of chocy milk, sorry. It’s apple juice.”
Camila nodded and took a big drink. The refreshing sweetness hit the spot. Better than the milk would have. A little slower now, she ate the rest of the nuggets and finished her juice. Heather took the plate and was gone again for a bit.
The food had helped a lot. Camila felt like she could think again, though she was still feeling weird. She wanted to do all kinds of childish stuff, all at once. She wished Heather would have given her a bottle and treated her like a baby. She wanted somebody to cuddle up to. Asking herself if this was Little Space returned nothing but more confusion.
It was a huge relief to have Heather back, setting the pace. The rest of the evening Camila didn’t have a single moment to sit and introspect. Heather read her a couple of stories. She got her diaper checked, which made her very blushy, and was pronounced a good girl for staying dry.
Heather had her own half-bath in a tiny closet. Camila found herself on the potty there with her diaper pulled down and Heather standing by like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was praised again after she pottied, and Heather wiped her clean.
That last experience had pushed Camila into a deep fog. What few responses she’d been able to make to Heather dropped off entirely. Deftly as ever, Heather brushed Camila’s teeth for her and double-checked the tapes on her diaper.
The next thing she knew, she was bundled up in Heather’s bed, listening to a lullaby. It took but a moment to send her off to sleep.
The next morning Camila awoke to very strange circumstances. She’d barely come to terms with the fact that she was in Heather’s bed when she felt some dampness in her diaper. In a panic she grabbed the crinkly padding. The dampness was just sweat. Camila sighed in relief.
Relaxing introduced another hazard. Camila’s bladder let her know that she needed to deal with it one way or another. Blessing Heather’s private bathroom, Camila made a dash for the toilet.
“Good morning sunshine.” Heather said, returning to her room while Camila was still on the pot.
“Uh, morning! I’m in the bathroom.” Camila said nervously. She wished she’d thought to close the door.
“As if I haven’t seen all your bits already?” Heather said.
She didn’t avert her eyes, but she didn’t stare either on her way to put on makeup. Camila blushed anyway. As fast as she could, Camila finished up and brushed her teeth.
“Your clothes are right there on the dresser.” Heather said, pointing. “Are you going to wear the diaper home?”
Camila looked down. She’d pulled the diaper back up without thinking about it. It must have been because she’d been trying to get finished in the bathroom as fast as possible.
“No, certainly not.” Camila said. Funny, she didn’t sound certain.
“You can if you want. You look cute in it.” Heather said, critically eyeing her makeup job and nodding in satisfaction.
“Plus, it’ll be good if you have an accident on the way home.”
“I’m not going to have an accident!” Camila said in outrage.
“Of course not. Peeing all over that chair was a one-time thing.” Heather winked.
“Stop teasing.” Camila said with a pout.
“Okay, okay. If you’re not enjoying it, I’ll stop.” Heather handed Camila a plate with a croissant and a slice of cheese on it. “This is as good as breakfast gets until the quarter starts and our cook is back on the job.”
“Um, is there a shower I can use?” Camila asked. She set the food down while she stripped down and got into her last-night’s clothes.
“And ruin your first walk of shame by having good hair when you walk back?” Heather asked. “Just kidding. You can if you want, it’s down the hall past the changing room. You have about ten minutes before downstairs gets crowded, though.”
“Uh, maybe I’ll just grab the breakfast and run.” Camila said. “Thanks for last night.”
“It was fun, I liked taking care of you. I’m not your mommy or your girlfriend though.”
“I know.” Camila said quickly, covering her disappointment at the mommy part at least.
Heather tossed Camila’s discarded diaper in the trash and started on making her bed. “Don’t forget you still need to sign up with us today. You’ve got initiation tomorrow, and you’re registered for all your classes, right? You going to be okay taking care of everything?”
“I thought you weren’t my mommy.” Camila said, sticking her tongue out at Heather.
“Yeah, well the reflexes are hard to turn off.” Heather mussed Camila’s hair. “I’ll see you at initiation, little girl.”
“See you, Heather.” Camila scurried out of the room and down the stairs as fast as she could go. If there were any Delta-Gs in the living room to see the streak of little black dress that shot out the door, Camila didn’t spare a glance to check.
She was at the bottom of the porch stairs and nearly in the clear when she crashed into someone. Staggering back, Camila flailed to catch her balance.
“Where’s the damn fire?” Asked the girl she’d hit. She was familiar from the rush events, but Camila hadn’t been introduced yet.
“Sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Camila said quickly. “Really sorry!”
“It’s fine, you didn’t break anything.” The girl had a cute sundress on, and smart looking cornrows braided into her hair. “Here I thought I was going to be the earliest rushee.”
“Haha, yeah.” Camila said nervously, trying to smooth the knots in her hair.
“Wait, did you stay overnight?”
“I uh…” Camila sighed. “Can we start over? I’m Camilla Guerrero.”
“Lamara Washington.” Lamara said. “And I’m not judging.”
“Thanks. You pledging?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for now.”
“Cool um, I have to get back to the temp housing, but I’ll see you later.” Camila smiled hopefully.
“For sure. I’ll have my doppler radar up.” Lamara said, holding her arms in a mock-martial-arts stance.
“Just wait until you do a dumb thing.” Camila said with a smirk.
“Oh, it’s gonna happen like, today.” Lamara said.
“I don’t judge either.” Camila grinned. “Bye!”
Walk of shame turned out to be something of a misnomer. Camila joined a number of other girls and guys who were making their way across campus in last night’s clothes. The rest of the students weren’t out yet.
She couldn’t be weird if everyone around her was doing the same thing, Camila thought. That was exactly the point of becoming a Delta-G.
“Nice hair frosh.” A familiar voice said from behind Camila. It was Doria, of all people. She was just as done up as the night before, in a new outfit. Leave it to Doria to be an exception to the walk-of-shame-only time slot.
“What do you want?” Doria asked grumpily.
“Where’s all that pep and best foot forward now?” Doria asked dryly. “I see you had a good night. Did you manage to find a better choice?”
“No, I’m pledging Delta-G today.” Camila said stubbornly.
“What a pity.” Doria said. “I pulled your application to the Greek pool. National Merit Scholar, four point oh, and a bunch of AP classes. You have what it takes to be an Alpha Kai.”
“Are you recruiting me?” Camila asked incredulously.
“I’m offering you a better alternative. An Alpha Kai from this school has never failed to land a Fortune 500 job after graduation.” Doria said.
Camila took a deep breath in preparation for blasting the arrogant girl.
Dora waved away the protest Camila was about to make. “Just think about it. You have the rest of the day to decide. Put me down on your application when you come to your senses, and you’ll be offered a bid.”
“I’m a Delta-G!” Camila said fiercely.
“Not yet you aren’t. See you at bid-day, Camila.” Doria said, insufferably smug.
Full of angry energy, Camila stomped the rest of the way back to her temporary room. Who did Doria think she was, anyway? The prestige of Alpha Kai wasn’t worth giving up the bliss she’d had a taste of last night. Nothing was stopping a Delta-G from getting a Fortune 500 job either.
“I can have it all.” Camila told her mirror as she entered her room. “And I will!”