The next morning, Camila woke up sore. Checking her phone, she realized she’d slept in until after eight. Luckily, her first class wasn’t until ten. It was a weird feeling, for years now she’d woken up at seven even on weekends. Resting lazily in bed wasn’t an option though. Camila had to pee, badly.
Soft snores from the other side of the room meant that Lamara was still asleep. Camila climbed quietly out of bed and peeked down the hall. There was a line for the bathroom. A serious line, four sisters deep, all of them holding fully loaded shower caddies. They were chatting quietly as they waited.
Camila ducked back into her room and squeezed her thighs around the padding between her legs. She could obviously use the diaper she’d been wearing since last night. Doing that would be too much like having an accident though. None of the sisters in the hall were wearing diapers. Even the fully-dressed sisters she’d seen walking by didn’t seem to be wearing padding. Heather M had set Camila up to be the babiest new sister at the initiation party, but she wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted to be.
Biting her lip at the pressure in her bladder, Camila loaded up her shower caddie and hoped for the best. Taking the diaper off would probably be a mistake. If she couldn’t hold it until she got her turn at the bathroom, peeing on the floor would be way more embarrassing.
A knock at the door made Camila jump, and Lamara stir in her bed. It was Betty, Camila discovered, when she opened the door.
“Good morning, Cammie.” Betty said. Thankfully, she kept her voice soft. “Is your roommate still asleep? It’s almost eight thirty.”
“Good morning, I think she’s…”
“No, I’m getting up.” Lamara said with a yawn. “Good morning, Camila! Good morning, Betty!”
“Great!” Betty said, pushing her way into the room.
She had an unmistakable diaper bag on her shoulder, it was soft white with teddy bears and stars on it in pink print. There was nothing else babyish about her though. The wild curls of her hair had been pulled back around Betty’s face, only to burst out from under a hair clip. Betty looked gorgeous in patterned leggings, a low cut blouse with an undershirt, and her makeup all done up.
“Hi Mommy.” Camila said in a strained voice. “I was just about to get a shower.”
“Are you okay sweetie?” Betty asked, opening the diaper bag and setting some supplies and a small stack of diapers on the shelf at the end of Camila’s bed.
“Uh, I just have to go – pretty bad.” Camila said.
“Oh. Well, you could ask to cut in line for that, you don’t have to wait for every shower to be done.” Betty said. “Or just go while another girl is showering.”
Camila blushed. “I don’t know if I could do that.”
“Well at another sorority, I’d say it’s something you’d have to learn how to do, but you have another option. You can just use your diaper, silly girl.”
“Yeah, you should use it!” Lamara said excitedly. “You’re just going to throw it away anyway.”
“Uh, I don’t know…” Camila said. She wasn’t far from having the choice taken away from her, but there was too much of an audience for her to feel comfortable wetting.
“What did you become a Delta-G for anyway?” Lamara said with a huge grin. “I’ve never seen someone wet before in person, can I watch you?”
“I uh, well…” Camila grabbed her crotch and squeezed.
“I think that might be a little much for Cammie right now, Lamara.” Betty said. “Do you mind waiting outside for a moment?”
“Alright.” Lamara said in disappointment. “Can I watch you change her at least?”
“That’s up to Cammie. Give us a bit of privacy, please.”
“Sure thing!” Lamara waved and exited to the hall, wearing just a shirt and her panties.
The moment she was gone, Camila lost control. She looked up at Betty, her face flaming, feeling the wet spread out into her diaper. It was embarrassing, sure, but oh-so-hot too. Betty smelled and looked so good. If she thought she could get away with it, Camila would have put a sock on the doorknob.
“Good girl!” Betty said, patting Camila’s padded crotch. “You really had to go, you poor thing.”
“Yeah.” Camila squirmed. “Thanks for asking Lamara to step out.”
“Of course, hon.” Betty said. “This is a good opportunity for me to ask, do you want me to just take care of you every morning? I wouldn’t mind at all. It’d be a nice way to start the day.”
“I – I don’t know.” Camila said. “I’d have to be diapered every night for that to work, right?”
The idea was hot. For the first time Camila wondered if joining an ABDL sorority was a mistake. It was like there was a current pulling her toward living as a baby more and more. She was terrified to realize how much she wanted Betty to baby her all the time.
“Is that too much? It’s okay if it is, even though it’d be fun to tuck you in too.” Betty said. “Okay, I think you’re ready for a change. Do you want me to keep Lamara out in the hall for a bit?”
“No uh, I feel bad kicking her out of her room.” Camila said, lying down on a changing blanket that Betty spread out on the bed for her. “Besides um, if I have a mommy, she’ll have to see eventually.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Betty tapped on the door. “You can come back in, Lamara.”
It was a mistake to let her back in. As soon as Camila saw Lamara’s eager grin and intense gaze, she realized it. She spent the change with her hands over her face, pretending it was only Betty in the room. At least Lamara was keeping quiet.
“We talked yesterday about your accidents, and you were able to keep your diaper dry all day yesterday.” Betty said, wiping Camila. “I’m proud of you, but I’m going to put you in a smaller diaper today just in case. If you can keep this one dry, then we can go to pullups for regular wear, okay?”
Camila squirmed, as much at the conversation as the cool wipes. “I um, yeah okay. As long as it’ll fit under jeans, please?”
“It’s a nice slim one, a medical brand.” Betty said. “It should be fine. If you do have an accident, that’s okay too. But it’ll earn you a big fluffy diaper that you’ll have to wear this evening.”
“Oh god.” Camila quivered, as Betty taped her into the smaller diaper. It was a lot less bulky. Almost disappointingly so.
“That was great!” Lamara said brightly, shattering the illusion of Camila’s privacy. “You’re really good at that!”
“Thank you, Lamara.” Betty said proudly. “I’d be happy to put one on you sometime if you’d like.”
“Oh, if you don’t mind, I would like that!” Lamara said with a grin. “Maybe tonight? Oh, if Camila has an accident, we could be diaper buddies!”
Betty laughed. “That sounds fun. I’m happy to do it for you tonight either way.”
“Great! I’m going to go shower, see you tonight!” Lamara said on her way out the door.
“Uh, mommy, how am I supposed to shower now that I’m diapered?” Camila asked.
“You showered last night after moving.” Betty said. “I can just wipe your face and you’ll be set to go.”
Camila endured having her face wiped, as well as Betty helping her pick out her clothes with nervous, horny energy. So many dreams were coming true at once, but it was a lot. Her processing was interrupted by Betty pressing a small wrapped box into her hands.
“What’s this?” Camila asked curiously.
“A present, little girl.” Betty said happily. “Open it!”
Eagerly, Camila tore the wrapping open. Inside the little box was a bright red pacifier, with ‘Camila’ written across the plastic shield in blue.
“Where’d you get this?”
“One of the sisters has permanent pens for that kind of thing, and really good handwriting. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, thanks mommy.” Camila said. Popping the pacifier in her mouth felt good, though it did trigger yet another slight blush.
“Oh, it looks great on you! I actually had two of them made. The other one is right here.” Betty said, fishing a nearly-identical pacifier out of her cleavage. “If you ever can’t find yours, or just want to use this one, it’ll be right there.”
That brought Camila back up to full blush. She wanted to rest her head on Betty’s bosom, or just bury her face in it. Finally, she sat down on the bed and popped the pacifier out of her mouth.
“Betty.” Camila said, deliberately eschewing the word mommy. “Are we going to date? I don’t know how to feel about some of this stuff.”
“Well that depends a little on if you want to, and also what you mean by date.” Betty said, sitting next to Camilla. “I’m poly, so I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you, including sex. That doesn’t mean we’d be going straight to sex, we’re not close enough for that yet. We also wouldn’t be exclusive, so you’d have to be okay with that.”
Camila sighed and looked down the floor. It was another big thing to process. Why couldn’t Betty just make the decision for her? Because she’d asked for a serious discussion and stepped out of the game by calling her by name. Stupid logic.
“I know you get turned on by the ABDL stuff.” Betty said. “Turned on a lot from what I can tell. Should I back off on it?”
“No, please.” Camila squirmed. “I just don’t know what to think. All of this is super new.”
“What are you feeling right now?” Betty asked. “What do you want?”
“Can you – kiss me?” Camila asked.
“I think we can do that, pretty little girl.” Betty said.
She took Camila’s face in her hand and pulled their faces close. There was a tender, scary moment of anticipation and then their lips met. Camila’s eyes fluttered closed. Tingles ran down her spine at the contact. The kiss was soft, gentle, and fulfilled a host of hanging desires. It didn’t solve the problem of being turned on for Camila, but it re-balanced her.
“That was sweet.” Betty said softly. “How was it for you?”
“Oh mommy.” Camila sighed happily.
“Uh oh.” Betty said, smiling. “I think I might be falling for you a little. I can’t stop being poly though, so please tell me if it ever hurts, okay?”
“I will.” Camila said. “Actually um, I kind of like that you are. It’s uh – I guess it’s less pressure?”
“It can work that way, and I’m glad that’s helping for you. I’ll let you get ready for class, I have to as well. But make sure to come see me afterwards, okay?”
“Yes mommy.” Camila said, feeling better about that title than she had all morning. “Thanks for coming to see me.”
“Thanks for being such a sweet little.” Betty said. She gave Camila a peck on the cheek and slipped out of the room.
On her way to class, Camila sneaked glances at what her sisters were wearing. It didn’t look like anyone else was wearing padding. Some of them might have pullups on, and those wouldn’t necessarily show. There were lots of Delta-Gs wearing leggings though, which would show just about anything.
Ginger’s angry words from the party came back to her mind. Camila didn’t feel like she got singled out for special treatment, but it was hard to deny it at Delta Lambda Gamma. She had Heather M treating her with special consideration and a mommy already. All that had happened because she’d done all that extra research on the sorority though.
Camila sighed. She doubted that Ginger was interested in hearing that explanation. It seemed like there should be some way to repair their relationship, get back to being friends again. Unfortunately, Camila was out of ideas.
She was also out of time to speculate on her high school rival. Her first class of the day, a chemistry lab, was located in a legitimate labyrinth of a building. Several of the classrooms even had a “Beware of the Connor Hall Minotaur” sign on the door. It was great that they had a sense of humor about it, but Camila was starting to panic that she was going to miss the first day.
Armed with a picture of the building map from it’s front door on her phone, and a print-out from the orientation session she’d gone to the day before, Camila darted through the chemistry hall’s tight hallways. On the third turn, she zigged when she should have zagged around some slowly trudging upperclasswoman. She had just a moment to see a female face in front of her, before she bounced off the other woman and fell back against the wall.
“Ow, sorry!” Camila said.
The other woman was picking her phone up off the ground. She had the same setup as Camila, phone with building map, and a printout in her hand.
“My fault.” The other woman said. “I was running. I’m Amanda.”
“Camila.” Camila said, with a big, apologetic smile. “I was rushing too. I’m trying to find the Chemistry 111 lab.”
“Section 2A?” Amanda asked. When Camila nodded, Amanda smiled wryly. “We’re in the same one. I know it’s got to be on this floor…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But it’s not back the way I came.”
“It’s not down that hall either.” Amanda said, pointing a thumb behind her. “You want to compare notes?”
Camila huddled up next to Amanda, looking over the other girl’s handout. Amanda’s was a general guide to the building, and it didn’t look much more helpful than Camila’s guide to finding the lab room.
“Your paper has this weird hyphen.” Amanda said. “Room 225-2? What’s that?”
“I don’t know, nothing on this floor has a hyphen, they’re all just regular two-hundreds.”
Camila searched the walls. There was a stairway nearby with a sign on it that read, “Old Connor Hall: Floor 2.5”
“Wait, do you see that sign? Do you think that…”
“It’s on that half-floor? Why is there a half floor?”
“I don’t know, but we have two minutes to get there!” Camila said.
Amanda raced up the stairs and Camila followed. The first door they saw in the next hall had the -2 suffix on it’s number. Cursing whoever decided to go with that, instead of ½ or just “Old Connor Hall”, Camila followed the numbers. She and Amanda slid into the lab classroom just as the clock ticked ten.
They got a few stares from the students that were already seated, but there were still plenty of people finding seats. Front and center, glaring at them both was Ginger, of course. Camila winced and pointed toward the rear of the room.
“There’s an empty table there. That is, if you don’t mind sitting together.”
“Sounds great.” Amanda said.
It was a relief to hop on a stool behind her lab table and settle as the pre-class chatter was dying down. If the Teacher’s Assistant who was running the lab was upset by her late entrance, he hadn’t said anything, or done more than glance at Camila and Amanda. If she could just avoid Ginger, the lab should be smooth sailing. Camila hitched her jeans to a more comfortable spot on her hips and focused her attention up front. Her very first college class was about to start!
By the end of the lab period, Camila’s excitement had worn off. Whatever elevation whelmed was at, she was way underneath it. It was a lot like high school chem lab. They got a syllabus, they had to familiarize themselves with the equipment, and that was it. Since they hadn’t had the lecture yet, there wasn’t any actual chemistry to do. The biggest difference from high school was that the TA didn’t bother to try to get them excited about the lab. That, and the lab letting out halfway through it’s two-hour period since there was no experiment that day.
Camila did learn one thing. Amanda was just as intent on doing well in the class as Camila was, and she took excellent, meticulous notes. As they were packing their notebooks away, Camila put her friendliest expression on.
“You want to be lab partners? The TA said that whoever we sit with next time is going to be our partner.”
“Yeah, that’d be great, you look like you actually pay attention.” Amanda said. “We should introduce ourselves for real. I’m Amanda Phung.”
Camila took Amanda’s offered hand and shook it. She liked Amanda already! “Camila Guerrero. Should we trade numbers?”
“Yeah, and emails.” Amanda said, pulling out her phone. “Tell me your number, and I’ll text you my email.”
By the time they had their contacts sorted out, they were alone in the lab. Even the TA had cleared out. Camila hefted her backpack on her shoulder, ready to head out. A weird expression on Amanda’s face stalled her.
“What is it?”
“I know we just met, but can I ask you something kind of personal? I’m really curious.”
Camila blinked. She couldn’t think of anything she’d done to make Amanda curious. Now she was the curious one. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Are you wearing a diaper?” Amanda asked.
Camila felt herself lock up. She was sure she was blushing enough to have total tomato-face, but she couldn’t feel her cheeks. Her hand went to the waistband of her jeans and found nothing – until she reached around the back. There was a good two inches of plastic sticking up out of the back of her jeans, and even some padding.
With a distressed squawk, Camila yanked her jeans up as high-waisted as they would go. Her plan from there was to disappear into a sudden hole in the earth. Sadly, there was no such hole. Amanda was still waiting for an answer with a distressingly neutral look on her face.
“I um…” Camila considered her options.
She could lie – about what Amanda had just seen with her own eyes. Not a great choice. Simply running away and never talking to Amanda didn’t sound bad from her current emotional perspective, but Camila didn’t have it in her to bail like that. The only real choice was to go with the minimum amount of information.
“Yes, I am.” Camila said, hoping desperately that the conversation would end there.
“I thought so.” Amanda said, blushing a little herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fluster you. It’s just, I saw it peeking out and figured you’d want to know. Then I realized I was going to say, ‘hey your diaper is showing’ and it felt weird before uh – we’d talked about it at all.”
“Thanks for saying something.” Camila said, swallowing nervously. Amanda was being nice about it. It was a nice save, keeping her from wandering the halls with a diaper showing.
“Stop me if I’m out of line but, do you wear those all the time? It’s probably not my business, I’m just curious.”
Camila was chagrined to realize that she didn’t know the answer to that question. “Uh, not necessarily always, but yes, sometimes for sure.”
Amanda bit her lip. She wanted to ask why. It couldn’t be more obvious if it was written on the girl’s forehead in sharpie. To her credit, and Camila’s relief, she managed to resist the impulse.
“Well, um, if you ever want to tell me about it, that’s cool. Or if you don’t, either way.” Amanda said. “We’re still lab partners, right?”
“Yes!” Camila said, a bit too forcefully. She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks for – being kind.”
“Of course!” Amanda said. “Hey, since we have a free hour, want to check out one of the campus coffee shops? I think there’s one in the building next door.”
What Camila really wanted to do was go back to her sorority and change into some panties. She didn’t see a way to say that without explaining that the diapers were optional, though, and that would just raise more questions.
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Camila stepped out of the lab and right into Ginger’s glare. Her self-appointed rival was leaning against the wall across from the lab door, waiting for her.
“Um, hi Ginger.” Camila said. “Did you need something?”
Ginger’s glare flickered to Amanda, then settled on Camila. “Just checking to see if you stayed after to talk to the TA, but he’s already gone. I guess you had to settle for leaving him a love note.”
“What?!” Camila shook her head. “This is getting really paranoid.”
“I take it you two know each other?” Amanda said. “Hi, I’m Amanda.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Ginger.”
“Hey I get that you’re trying to do a mean-girl thing here.” Amanda said to Ginger. “But you had to wait for us for like five minutes here in the hall. That is SUPER sweaty.”
Ginger’s eyes flashed anger, though there was a lot of uncertainty in her expression too. “Fuck you!” Was all she managed to say before stalking down the hall.
Camila giggled. “I can’t believe you called her out like that. That was awesome.”
“Seriously though, that was weird behavior.” Amanda said with a chuckle. “Anyway, let’s go get coffee. You can tell me about your stalker – or whatever.”
“Yeah, let’s go.” She had a tiny wince at the ‘or whatever’. Amanda wasn’t worried about being subtle, apparently. Hopefully she was good at keeping a secret. She didn’t seem like the type that would out someone, but Camila didn’t know yet if she was the type that would do it by accident.
Still, the speed with which she’d leaped to Camila’s defense had been pretty cool. Camila found herself bumping shoulders with Amanda as they made their way to the coffee shop. By the time they were settled at a table with their drinks, they’d already had a good laugh about the ridiculous layout of the chemistry building.
“Did you see the Minotaur signs?” Camila asked, blowing on her mocha.
“Yeah, they know about it, but they aren’t doing anything to fix it. It’s a mess.” Amanda said, chuckling. “So, what was up with that aggressive girl anyway?”
“Ginger?” Camila asked, with a sigh. “I really don’t know. We were in school together and even friends for a while. Then we got into a rivalry, and she got distant. Now we’re at the same university, even in the same sorority, and it’s like she hates me.”
“She’s probably in love with you.” Amanda said, with a perfectly straight face.
Camila coughed, feeling hot mocha burn through her nose. She grabbed a napkin to wipe her face, coughing a couple more times before she got all the coffee back where it belonged.
“That’s – that’s really not it.” Camila said.
“It was just a theory.” Amanda said, chuckling. “That was a big reaction though. Maybe you’re in love with her?”
“Nobody is in love with anybody.” Camila said, mock-glaring at Amanda. “Trust me, nothing like that ever came up. I don’t even know if she’s gay.”
“She didn’t date in high school?” Amanda asked.
“No, but even if she did, she could be bi.” Camila said. “Which uh – I am.”
Amanda blinked a couple of times. Camila couldn’t tell if the reaction was to her coming out, or that she’d done it in the most awkward possible way.
“College-bi, or for real bi?” Amanda asked. “Not trying to be a jerk, but I’ve already been to one meeting at the LGBTQA+ club and there were – some tourists.”
“For real bi.” Camila said, a little more snappishly than she’d meant to. “I got yelled at by lesbians for not being a real gay in high school already, can we not do that here?”
“Sorry!” Amanda winced. “Really sorry. I didn’t mean to – do the exact thing I did. No shade on bi people, I promise.”
“It’s okay, I get it.” Camila said. “What was the club like? I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet.”
“It was pretty…”
“Amanda? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” The voice that cut Amanda off was all too familiar. Doria stepped up to Amanda, coffee cup in hand, and disapproving look on her face.
“It’s a lab and we haven’t had the lecture yet.” Amanda said calmly. “The TA called it an hour early. This is my new lab partner actually. Camila, this is Doria. Doria, this is Camila.”
“We’ve met.” Camila and Doria said in unison, in the same exasperated tone.
“I see that not all your social choices are bad ones, Camila.” Doria said, putting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder. “You and Amanda have a lot in common. Perfect grades, valedictorian, it’s too bad you aren’t sisters.”
Camila blinked at Amanda. “You’re an Alpha-Kai?”
Amanda nodded, looking a little confused. “Yeah, they have a great reputation. What’s the problem? You’re in a sorority too.”
“She didn’t tell you yet?” Doria said. “She’s a Delta-G.”
“And proud of it!” Camila snapped back.
“Even after I extended a personal invitation.” Doria said, shaking her head. “There’s just no helping some people.”
“Well, this is a great fight we’re having in public and all.” Amanda said. “But is there something you needed to tell me, Doria?”
“No, just checking in on my little sister on your first day, to make sure you’re getting to classes. Connor hall is a nightmare the first time you have a class there.”
“Cool. I’ll see you after my last class.” Amanda said.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Doria said. “Goodbye Camila.”
“Goodbye.” Camila said, sighing.
“So how did you get on Doria’s bad side?” Amanda asked, once the older woman had gone.
“She recruited me for Alpha-Kai, and I turned her down. I was already committed to Delta-G.” Camila said.
“Huh, what made you pick them? There’s hardly any information about them in Rush stuff.”
“Uh.” Camila shifted nervously, her heart thumping when the padding around her rear crinkled. “I did some research on them before I came here. So, I kind of already had a connection.”
Amanda raised a brow. She obviously hadn’t missed that Camila had dodged the question. This was bad. Not only was Amanda partly in on her secret, but her new lab partner seemed like she had the same kind of relationship with Doria, that Camila had with Heather M.
“You’re proud of your sorority but you don’t want to say why.” Amanda said. “That’s kind of weird. Look, if you’re worried about me reporting back to Doria or something, it’s not like that. She signed up to be my big sister but she’s not my mom or my boss.”
“Sorry. It’s just that every time I talk to her, she rags on my sorority.” Camila said. “It didn’t make a great impression.”
“She can be pretty harsh sometimes.” Amanda said. “I don’t share all her opinions and she doesn’t get to dictate who I’m friends with.”
“Not just lab partners, but friends now huh?” Camila asked.
“Why not? Like Doria said, we have a lot in common. Nice work on the four-oh, by the way.” Amanda said with a smile.
“Thanks.” Camila beamed. “You too. Well, if we’re going to be friends, I guess we should get to know each other. Where’d you grow up?”
The rest of the conversation was pleasant chatting, leaving Doria and sorority rivalries behind. Even so, Camila couldn’t shake a slight feeling of danger. There was a calculating look that kept showing in Amanda’s eyes. It reminded her way too much of Doria.
Not only was Camila’s secret, and that of the whole Delta-G sorority on the line, but Amanda clearly had a lot in common with Doria. If Amanda and Doria had a lot in common, and Camila and Amanda had a lot in common – then that logic train was leading to a bad place. The last person she wanted to be like was Doria.
Finally, Camila checked her phone and sighed. “It’s getting close to my next class. I should head out.”
“Me too.” Amanda said. “I had a good time talking though. You want to go to the LGBT club thing this weekend?”
“What’s going on?” Camila asked.
“I think they’re doing Karaoke, and there might be a drag queen there.” Amanda said. “Free food for sure.”
“Okay, I’m in.” Camila said. “I had a good time too. Thanks for not judging me on my sorority.”
“Hey, my family is Vietnamese.” Amanda said. “I know what it’s like to be judged before somebody knows you.”
“Did they do the thing where they can’t be bothered to figure out what country your family is actually from?” Camila asked. “I got so tired of telling people that my grandpa came from Peru, not Mexico.”
“Everyone calls me Chinese.” Amanda said with a laugh. “Too bad there wasn’t a women of color sorority we could have both joined.”
“Some schools have black sororities.” Camila said. “Not this school though.”
“Yeah, we’re in New Hampshire.” Amanda smirked. “I’m going to hit the restroom before I head out, do you want to go first or – oh never mind.”
Camila blushed. There it was again. Was that actually a slip, or had Amanda been fishing for more information?
“I mean, I actually do use – ugh, but I’m fine right now. Go ahead.”
“Sorry, just trying to figure you out.” Amanda said. “See you in chem lecture tomorrow.”
“See you, Amanda.” Camila said.
Camila stared at the bathroom door for a few moments after her new friend went through it. Supposed friend, she amended. It had been super fun to sit and talk with Amanda, and she seemed like she’d be a great lab partner and study buddy. If only there wasn’t the whole Alpha-Kai and Doria thing.
Taking a moment to double-check that she didn’t have any diaper showing, Camila left the coffee shop. Two more classes, then she could go home and change. She was definitely not going to use the diaper today. Playing with Betty was a ton of fun, but not worth getting caught out on campus.
Pullups would be okay though. Camila thought, feeling a little heat between her legs. That would be discreet enough. Maybe it was time to talk to one of the Heathers about how the rest of the sisters handled things at school. Once again, she’d jumped into the deep end without any preparation.
Oh well, Camila thought. Fortune favors the brave. The brave diaper girl, in this case! Giggling to herself, she skipped across the lawn of the Quad.