You walk into the guest room where Emily was doing her homework. As you go in, you force yourself to pee your pants. Emily smelled it almost as soon as you walked in. You tired to play it cool at first.
"Hi, Emily! How's it going?" you said.
Emily sniffed the air.
"Krista, did you have an accident?" She said.
You put on your most chill face you could, but Emily didn't buy it. She looked at the wet spot on the front of your pants. She sighed.
"Krista, you wet yourself." She said, standing up.
You started to back away from her. You knew what was coming.
"Come on, Krista, you know the rules. Let's get you into the bathroom and get you changed into a diaper." Emily said.
You started to cry a little, quiet, silent tears. They weren't fake, they were real.
"Emily, I don't wanna wear a diaper. I' not a baby, I'm a big girl!" You said.
Emily patted you on the shoulder.
"Krista, you're not a baby. You know that." Emily said.
"But only babies wear diapers!" You said.
"Aw, what do you mean, Krista? Plenty of big girls need diapers every now and then. You know, astronauts need diapers because toilets don't work in space, right?" Emily said.
She had had similar conversations to this one before. She knew the astronaut comparison was a convincing one for kids.
"R...really?" You said.
"Yeah! You wouldn't be a baby, you'd be like a little astronaut. Think of it that way." Emily said.
"Ooh... I don't know. I... I'm still a little... um... a little anxious about wearing them. I don't really like diapers." You said.
"Well, what would make you feel better?" Emily said.
"What if... um... what if you wore a diaper too? So we could be astronauts together? That way... That way I KNOW big girls can wear diapers too." You said.
Emily laughed.
"Fine, sure, whatever. I'll play along. If it'll make you feel better, I'll wear a diaper too." Emily said.
The two of you went to the bathroom. Emily took off your soaked pants and your urine-stained pink panties. You took a baby wipe and cleaned yourself. Emily then unfolded a fresh diaper and you laid down on top of it.
"This is Emily at mission control, astronaut Krista is clear for her diaper." Emily joked.
You let out and awkward, uneasy giggle. This really made you feel a little better about having to wear diapers, but only a little.
Emily sprinkled a bit of powder on your diaper area, folded your diaper up, and taped it securely. It was a bit thick, too thick for pants to fit over them and made you waddle a little when you walked.
"S... so, you're going to wear one too, r... right?" You said.
"Sure thing." Emily said.
Emily took off her pants, revealing that she was wearing an aqua colored thong. You'd never seen one before.
"Th... that's some weird underwear." You said.
Emily let out a light laugh.
"They're really comfortable, you know. Maybe in a few years you'll be old enough for one." Emily said.
Emily pulled off her thong and set it down on the counter. You got a glimpse of her crotch. It was hairless, waxed completely clean. You'd caught glimpses of your mother's genitalia before when she wore her bathrobe around the house after taking a shower, and she had a bit of hair, although you never said anything to her about it, but it always weirded you out.
Emily powdered herself a little and folded and taped one of your diapers onto herself. It was a little tight on her, but it barely fit.
"See, big girls can wear diapers too. Do you feel a little better?" Emily said.
"Yeah, a little." You said.
Emily opened the door to the bathroom.
"Come on, let's go. You wanna play astronauts?" Emily said.
You nodded. The two of you went to grab a laundry basket to be your spaceship. You sat down in it. Emily picked up a banana to use as a pretend radio. She grabbed the back of the laundry basket.
"This is mission control to astronaut Krista, are you ready?" She said.
You smiled.
"Yeah!" You said.
"All clear! 3... 2... 1... Blast off!" Emily said.
With all her strength, she pushed the laundry basket with you in it across the floor. You laughed and giggled as it slid straight into the sofa with soft crash.
"Again! Again!" You said.
Emily smiled. Just minutes ago you were crying about having to wear diapers and now you were having the time of your life. She felt like she was being a good babysitter.
"All right! 3... 2... 1... Blast off!" Emily said.
She pushed you and the laundry basket across the floor again, this time coming to a stop near the kitchen hallway. Hannah was there, sneaking around with her phone.
"You got her to wear 'em?" Hannah whispered.
"Yeah." You whispered back.
Hannah giggled with delight. Her plan was coming together perfectly.
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