You had spent the entire morning preparing. Lucky for you, your parents were out for the weekend, leaving you all alone in their spacious suburban home. It was the perfect opportunity to hang out with Mia, the girl you'd had a massive crush on for as long as you could remember. There had been countless nights she has appeared in your dreams since you were both children, and every time you would wake up with soaked sheets without fail, such was her effect on you.
Though Mia had casually accepted your invitation to come over, you felt like this was the most important day of your life. She was always dating someone else, or too busy to spend time with you. But on the tail end of a recent breakup, it looked like your luck was ready to change.
By noon, everything was set. The pool glistened under the sun, snacks were laid out, and you had changed outfits at least three times before deciding on a plain T-shirt and shorts, and knowing how you are around pretty girls, a small set of pullups fitted snugly against you in case of any embarassing leaks. Your heart thumped loudly when Mia texted you she was on her way.
When she arrived, she looked stunning in a simple tank top and shorts, her bag slung over her shoulder. A pink strap peeked out from her shoulder, a flirty touch to her outfit, that she knew you'd notice. You tried to play it cool, but your sweaty palms gave away your nervousness. You both settled into easy conversation, laughing over snacks and teasing each other about Uni gossip.
“Your pool looks amazing,” Mia said after a while, glancing out the glass doors. “I brought my swimsuit. Mind if I use it?”
“Uh, yeah, sure! Go ahead!” you stammered, eyes wide.
She stood and slowly pulled her black tank top over her head, exposing her pink, florally-printed bra. She turned her head, and catching you looking, flashed a cheeky chin before stepping out of her shorts. Your jaw nearly dropped. Her sleek, light pink bikini wrapped tightly against her lithe physique showed off her confidence effortlessly, and you suddenly felt your pullup grow tight against you.
“Come on,” Mia said, grinning. “Get in with me!”
“I… I didn’t bring anything to swim in,” you said awkwardly, sitting frozen on a lounge chair. If she found out about your nappy hidden under your pants, it was all over.
She cocked her head and gave you a funny look. “You do, you know, live here, right? Go upstairs and get changed, I'll be here,” She smirked, diving into the water.
You didn't hesitate, snapping back to reality. You darted upstairs to pull down your emergency diaper, throwing it against your open door and pulling your swim shorts on. Making your way downstairs, you saw Mia watching you from outside, smiling coyly.
You both spent the next hour talking and laughing, with Mia occasionally splashing you just to see how your face would flush. Her flirtatious confidence made you hyper, hyper-aware of every movement of hers; she commanded your gaze like a magnet.
Afterward, the both of you dried off and went inside. After you changed into dry shorts, Mia continued to lounge on the couch, her towel unwrapped and folded neatly underneath her, her open legs making it difficult for you to avert your gaze from the cute bow adorning the front of her adorable swimwear. You sat stiffly across from her.
“You’re so quiet,” she teased, scooting to a seat closer to you. “Did I scare you with all that splashing? You're looking a little red..."
“Uh, no,” you mumbled, your face flushing a deeper shade of scarlet.
“You’re so shy,” she said, leaning toward him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s cute.”
Her sudden proximity made your heart pound louder, you could hear it in your ears. You shifted nervously, a heavy feeling pressing on your bladder. It was moments like these that you were thankful you made sure to stay padded around girls like her.
[Wait... did I remember to change back into a diaper...?] You thought to yourself. You had been so caught up in your date you had forgotten.
Your nerves skyrocketed, and your breath hitched, and before you could calm himself, an all-too-familiar warmth began to spread unimpeded across your lap.
Mia noticed immediately. Her eyes widened, and a moment of stunned silence passed before she burst into laughter. “Oh my God! Did you just wet your pants?”
[How could I be so stupid!!!] Your mind screamed at you. You gasped as you grabbed the nearest throw pillow to cover yourself. “No! I—It’s not what it looks like!”
Mia couldn’t stop laughing, tears forming in her eyes. “You... You’re so nervous you actually wet yourself!”
“I didn’t mean to!” you protested, your small voice cracking.
Still giggling, Mia shook her head. “Relax, it’s not the end of the world. But wow… this is next-level.” She smirked. “Maybe I should’ve brought a nappy for you instead of a swimsuit.”
You buried your face in your hands. “I’m never living this down...”
Mia, still clearly amused, patted your arm softly. “Come on, it’s not that bad. But, you know…” She paused, her grin widening. “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea, actually.”
“What’s not a bad idea?” you asked hesitantly, peeking at her through your fingers.
“Well,” she said, her tone light and teasing, “if you’re going to keep having these little ‘accidents,’ maybe you should wear something just in case.”
“I, uh, dont need that kind of stuff, I'm not a baby! Surely you're joking," you shot back, and little too defensively.
“Am I?” she replied, leaning back with a sly smile. “I mean, it’d save you from more embarrassment, right?”
You stammered, a rush of adrenaline and lust rushing through you as you imagined her laying you down to tape you into a diaper. Then, Mia’s laughter broke the tension.
“Okay, okay,” she said, still smiling. “I’ll stop teasing. But seriously, it’s kind of cute how nervous you are around me. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
The rest of the evening passed without incident, and as the hours passed it even seemed like she was enjoying herself. When she got up to leave later that evening, she gave you a playful smile at the door. “Thanks for today, it was actually a lot more fun that I thought."
Leaning in, she kissed your cheek softly, causing another surge of electricity to crackle through your body from head to toe.
Stepping out your front door, she turned on her heel at the last moment.
"Oh, and you left your pullups on the floor next to your door, you might want to put those away before anybody sees that you still need to wear diapers," she she giggled, covering her smirk with her hand.
Despite the humiliation, you couldn’t deny that spending the day with Mia, even with your accidents, had been far better than you had ever imagined.
