Ellie is 25 years old. She moved out of home when she was 20, and lives with a roommate, Kate who is 28 years old.
Though Ellie has a problem. She has regular daytime accidents.
Unbeknown to her, she has asked Kate to "look after her"... a babysitter of sorts.
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Ellie stands in front of the mirror, shoulders slightly hunched.
The morning light is soft, filtering through the blinds. Her red T-shirt hangs loosely, slightly oversized. She studies her reflection for a moment â not unhappy, just⊠uncertain. She sometimes has daytime accidents, so she sometimes wears diapers. She finds ABDL diapers to be the best, because they are most absorbent.
But even still... she feels like she looks like a toddler.
A minute later, she pulls on her shorts.
The fabric settles naturally, smoothing everything out. She adjusts the waistband once, then again, then steps back.
She looks more like herself. More put together. More⊠normal.
She turns side to side, checking the fit, lingering just a second longer before nodding to herself.
When she steps out into the hallway, Kate is already there.
âGood,â Kate says, like sheâs been waiting. âWeâre going out.â
No explanation. Just that tone â casual, but not really optional.
Ellie hesitates, then shrugs slightly and slips her shoes on.
At the door, just as Ellie reaches for the handleâ
âDo you need to go to the toilet first?â
She does, a little. Enough to notice.
But something about the way Kate says it â matter-of-fact, like she already knows â makes her jaw tighten just slightly.
Kate studies her for half a second.
Outside, the air is cool.
Ellie moves toward the front passenger seat automaticallyâ
âBack,â Kate says, already opening the rear door.
Ellie frowns. âWhyââ
The seat is⊠different. Bulkier than normal. Structured.
Ellie hesitates, then climbs in anyway, awkwardly shifting into place.
She reaches for the straps, but they donât quite make sense in her hands.
Kate leans in without asking, calm and efficient.
The harness comes over her shoulders, across her hips â click, click, click.
Ellie leans back, arms stiff at her sides.
Kate shuts the door like this is completely normal.
The clothing store feels like a reset.
Bright lights. Racks of clothes. Other people minding their own business.
Ellie relaxes a little, trailing her fingers along a rack as they walk.
âSee?â Kate says lightly. âNot so bad.â
Ellie huffs, but doesnât argue.
For a few minutes, it almost feels like a normal outing.
She pulls something off the rack and holds it up.
Itâs a dress â soft colors, simple shape, but⊠younger. Playful in a way that feels off.
ââŠYouâre joking.â
Ellie lets out a short laugh, shaking her head. âNo.â
But Kate is already holding it closer, assessing.
Ellieâs expression flattens.
The changing room is too quiet.
Ellie pulls the dress on, slower this time.
Kate coaxes her out of the changing room to have a look together in front of the mirror in the store.
Soft fabric, light, easy. It works â in a way she doesnât want it to.
She shifts slightly, tugging at the hem without thinking.
The mirror doesnât help.
ââŠI donât like it.â
But she doesnât take it off immediately either.
Kate doesnât ask again.
âYou can just wear that,â she says casually as they leave.
They leave the clothes shop and make their way to a coffee shop. It is warm and busy.
Kate orders at the counter while Ellie hovers nearby, scanning the menu out of habit.
Something normal. Something familiar.
Kate comes back with two drinks.
She blinks, then looks up.
Kate is already sipping her coffee like nothingâs wrong.
Ellie turns the box in her hands, staring at it for a second longer than she means to.
Kate just raises an eyebrow slightly.
She just slides the straw in with a quiet push.
Not obvious. Just⊠quiet in a different way.
âHey,â she says softly, stepping closer.
Kate adjusts the edge of her skirt just slightly, careful and discreet. Just enough to check, nothing more. Ellie sucks away on her juice box.
Ellie has clearly had an accident.
âItâs okay,â she says quietly.
Ellieâs jaw tightens, but she nods once
âCome on, sweet girl.â Kateâs voice is gentle, but thereâs no question in it. Ellie follows. Through the cafĂ©, past the noise, into the quieter hallway. The accessible bathroom is clean, open. Kate sets her bag down, already moving. âIâve got you.â She helps Ellie up onto the changing table, places a disposable changing mat underneath her, keeping everything as covered as possible. Ellie looks away, trying to disassociate from what has happened.
Kate had prepared for this earlier. She is ready with her diaper bag. She reaches in and gets the necessarily supplies and changes Ellie's diaper carefully, and tries not to embarrass her too much.
After they're finished, they leave the bathroom and Kate puts her arm around Ellie, leading her to their next errand for the day...
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