Quinn Vanderwood -- (Author) Damienkev

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Author: Damienkev
Timestamp: Feb 2, 2024 at 2:40 AM
Content: Hello everyone!

Sorry for the long wait between stories. I have been very busy with school and with work but I am happy to finally have a few chapters written for this new story which I am excited to share with you today. As always let me know what you think and give me idea's for how to keep the story going and any other advice you think would be helpful. Happy New Year Too!

Chapter 1: A Risky Endeavor

Ms. Quinn Elizabeth Vanderwood was always destined to be great. She is adored by her peers and has an infectious and bubbly personality that always beckons a smile from everyone, including the strangers who pass her on the street. You see, Quinn is not your average teenage girl. She is intelligent, witty, cunning, gorgeous and she is also very, very, very wealthy. She lives in a pent-house on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with her Mother Abigail, her Father Markus and her older sister Shay. Quinn is tall, slender and rather developed for a girl of only 17. She stands 5 feet 10 inches tall and has golden blonde hair with great big blue eyes the shade of almost a powder blue. Eyes that you can get lost in while just trying to gauge what shade they must be. Her hair falls down the nape of her neck resting just above her shoulders and is almost always styled in an elegant way. She has a cute little freckle under her right eye and the slightest chin indent that you could easily miss if you weren't looking for it. While her less intelligent male peers would call her, “hot”, she considers herself to be naturally beautiful and she never even has to work at it. There is an inside joke within her family where they call her Rose after the character in Titanic. This is because her personality and her approach to life is very similar to that of Ms. Rose DeWitt, and her effortless approach to life might just be genetic.

Her father Markus Vanderwood, is a real estate mogul in New York who owns several properties and buildings across the city and even overseas in London and in Belgium. He often travels across the world working as a real estate consultant helping his peers and other big spenders locate potential deals and properties worth investing in. Her mother Abigail Vanderwood is a Manhattan Socialite who often goes out and spends time with her friends at fashion shows and at Gala’s and pretty much any other event worth sporting her status across the city. Her older sister Shay has just graduated from their ultra elite formal school called, The Winthrop Academy on the Upper West Side. Shay is now taking the year off in order to decide what she wants to do with her life before heading to University. You see, Shay has been waitlisted from Yale and Brown which were her first two choices but she was however accepted to Columbia, Penn and Cornell mostly because she was a legacy. Her father was a Columbia Graduate and he also is currently one of their most generous donors. Her Uncle Nathaniel is a Cornell Alumni and her mother was an honors student at Penn. Yes, life for Quinn Vanderwood was different from most of the girls her age. Despite all of her many blessings in this life and her bubbly demeanor, she is actually rather sad most of the time. The person she feels closest to is her sister and she is about to leave for University in a year. Quinn herself is going to have to wait another two years to leave for University as she is currently only a Junior at the Winthrop Academy. She knows once Shay leaves, that the luxurious pent-house on the roof of the Vanderwood Hotel was going to be a quiet prison.

Quinn has two best friends named Victoria Naples, who is the daughter of an architect that her father works very closely with and they have been friends for their entire lives. Her other close friend is Prinn Adams, a french exchange student with whom she became rather close with once she started at Winthrop. While the girls are inseparable at school, Quinn tends to spend most of her time after class by herself in her high-rise studying and spending time with her sister. The two of them became very close because they needed to be. With their parents spending so much time away from the home, they learned to confide in one another and Shay, despite only a two year age difference, feels somewhat responsible for her younger sister, in a very motherly way. While their mother Abigail was very loving in her own right, she is not around very much anymore to provide in the way that the girls needed. Last summer, Abigail spent the entirety of the warm months at their Hampton House sunning herself and playing tennis. You could say that Quinn has some, “Mommy Issues,” and deep down, there was a need to be loved and provided for within Quinn that is a direct result of some very lonely days growing up. In fact, Quinn has a rather large secret that has been festering inside of her for most of her life which is the desire to be back in diapers.

Quinn had no idea why or where even this desire stemmed from, but she has wanted to wear and use them since before she could even remember. While she has never confided in anyone about her feelings nor has she ever successfully accomplished obtaining and wearing them, this silent force within her causes her to hyper-fixate on them and it has somewhat led to her self isolation after school. Throughout the school day, Quinn has daydreams about getting her hands on some very babyish looking diapers and putting them on and getting changed by her mother and father. They take their time to clean and change her and they do it in a very loving and supportive way. This daydream is frequent distraction for Quinn and despite how driven she is to wear, her fear of being judged and shunned by her family and friends prevents her from tossing care aside and going to get them for herself. In the past, Quinn has been able to compartmentalize these feelings and cast them aside but they always return to the forefront of her mind especially when she is alone. For whatever reason, over the past few months, these feelings of wanting to be diapered and be and feel little, have surged back with a new found power and it has completely taken over Quinn’s attention. She doesn’t know it yet, but Quinn is about to embark on a journey that is going to change her life forever.

It was a sunny Autumn afternoon in the city, with cold air breezing and whisking between the streets below as Quinn sat warm and cozy 64 stories up, gazing out of her bedroom window. She could see Central Park with it’s leaves and it’s grass starting to turn as well as the Chrysler Building along with One World Trade towering over the many high rises decorating the streets below. She often spends time gazing upon the city wondering what might lay in store for her. Quinn is a relatively deep thinker and she is also an empath which causes her to feel so many things very deeply. She often struggles with these emotions because no one tells you when you’re born into a wealthy family, just how hard it can be, especially when you are the youngest child. Everyone always says to you how blessed you are because of how much money and wealth your family might have, or they might say, you must have no worries in the world because look at where you come from. People tend to be very dismissive of her feelings, always assuming that whatever she is dealing with truly doesn't matter because of everything that she has. While Quinn knows she might not struggle with the things people less fortunate than her might be struggling with, that doesn't mean that she doesn’t struggle at all nor that her feelings aren't valid. Quinn has learned very quickly that to refute their assumptions is a bad look as it makes her seem ungrateful for her many blessings. Ignorance, she realized in addition to societies assumptions about the super wealthy is the cause of the misinformation. It also happens to be one of the many burdens that prevents her from speaking out about her thoughts which only in turn makes it harder for her to process her own feelings and emotions.

Shay, Shay is the only person who gets it or understands. She is the only person in the world who has lived how Quinn has lived and has felt what Quinn feels. She is her confidant, her person in this world, and the person that Quinn wants to share with the most but, she is afraid to. Quinn has wanted to share with her about her desire to be diapered just because she wants to unburden herself of these isolating thoughts however the fear of rejection by the only person in the world she truly trusts prevents her from doing just that. Quinn is currently, on this quiet and gloomy autumn evening in mid October, ruminating on what life might look like without Shay. She is afraid of losing her sister and she is fearful of having to grow up. Shay will eventually go on to University and life will no longer be how Quinn knows it to be and then she will then be entirely alone. Quinn continued to gaze from above onto the city below her sitting deep in thought on her antique green loveseat. The loveseat is placed near her old victorian era desk which currently has her very modern forest green IMAC sitting confidently on top of it. Quinn has on a beige turtle neck sweater and a pair of black leggings and she has covered herself with a large gray furry Ugg blanket that keeps her warm all the way up in her pent-house in the clouds.

Shay was currently out with her friends having an early dinner over at Lavo in Midtown and her Mother and Father were out somewhere themselves probably having a experience of their own. Quinn doesn’t often check in on them, in fact it has become so routine for her to find herself alone that it is actually quite a pleasant surprise on the rare occasion that someone else in her family spends an evening at home. Quinn has spent many evenings eating a microwave dinner and reading one of the many novels that lines her old mahogany bookshelf that is placed near the entrance of her bedroom. Her favorite books to read are crime novels and absolutely atrocious romance novels that makes her cringe as much as cry. Today Quinn was reading a Harlequinn novel that she had purchased from her favorite bodega in the financial district. While it might be out of the way, she loves to take a ride down there because it is the only bodega in the city with a clean grill and a decent little library, along with the friendliest resident kitty that has become a close friend of hers over the years. His name is Milo and he is an orange tabby and he greets her right away, every time she comes in for a bite and a book. This bodega happens to be one of her favorite places in the city and one of the few places in general where she feels truly connected. One of the other reasons that she frequents this Bodega is that it has quite the selection of diapers. She often strolls though that section very slowly looking at all the different patterns and brands trying to build up the courage to just grab one off the shelf for purchase. She never does though. She has come very close, one time, but before she built up the nerve to grab it an older gentleman came down the aisle and she lost her momentum and walked away. She often ruminates over what someone might think seeing her in her plaid school uniform grabbing a package of Goodnites for purchase. That image alone has caused her to leave empty handed most of the time. Quinn then perseverates over how close she has gotten to obtaining them and then in turn obsesses over how they might have felt on her pale smooth skin and what the release alone might have been like. That regret and that desire then sends a regretful shiver down her spine. There was not much in life that Quinn has truly wanted, especially things that she has wanted and has not gotten. But this, this was dangerous. The origin of these emotions baffles her and she often wonders why she has such nefarious desires.

As Quinn was gazing onto the city below and daydreams about getting herself some diapers, she thought back through her life about some of the previous ideas that she has had to try and obtain them. She had wondered what would happen if she started to bed wet. Maybe her mother or father might insist that she get diapers to protect the mattress? Maybe they wouldn’t, but she could never actually work up the courage to do that. She had thought about paying someone to purchase them for her but every time she felt so inclined, she just couldn’t look them in the eye and ask. She even recently became very tempted to purchase them online and have them delivered to her place but what if they came in an obvious package? The servicemen in the building might find out. What if they told her family? What if her dad saw the charge on her credit card or what if he saw the receipt. No. The only way that she could conceivably get them was to go out by herself, where she could be unknown and purchase them in cash. Yes, that was the only way.

Quinn then thought about it. She had the entire house to herself. No one at all was around, even the housekeeper as she had left earlier in the day. Knowing her family, Shay would probably be out all night anyway and her parents might not even return this evening. There was almost nothing that prevented her from getting up right now and going out and purchasing them. Quinn bit her bottom lip in anguish trying to think of some reason to talk herself out of it, but nothing seemed to come. After about 5 minutes of anxious deliberation, Quinn got up very slowly from the loveseat and walked out of her bedroom and into the hallway. Her bedroom was on the first floor of the pent-house suite and her sister Shay and her parents bedrooms were upstairs. The long brown hallway that led from her bedroom to the formal living room had many paintings that lined the wall that her family had collected over the years. At the end of the hall, there was the formal living room which led to another smaller hallway that then led to a large two story foyer where the elevator sat. Quinn then grabbed her purse from the black granite counter top table where the Vanderwood's kept their keys and their belongings and put on her flats that sat on the marble floor by the entrance to the elevator. There was a special key that was ended to access her private floor and Quinn hastily turned it to call the elevator up. As Quinn waited for her ride down to the lobby, she thought about how and where she might go to purchase her diapers and which ones she might get. There was a grocery store for building residents on the fourth floor of the building that also sold diapers but she couldn’t purchase them there for the same risks that she never ordered them online. People would know and in turn they would talk and then everyone would find out. She then remembered that there was a Duane Reade on Columbus Ave only a few blocks away. That was where she decided to go. Quinn then heard the ding that signaled the elevators arrival and the doors opened and she walked in and began her long ride down to the bottom.

Before she knew it, the 5 minute ride down to the lobby was finished and she found herself gazing upon the relatively quite area where her favorite security guard Richard was watching the cameras. He smiled at her and wished her a good afternoon. She nodded at him but she didn’t have much time to make conversation because she was worried that once again she might lose her nerve. The resident lobby had a more secluded entrance than the main hotel which faced onto Broadway on the other side of the building. While the lobby was much smaller, it was still very nice with white marble floors and there were quaint sitting areas scattered around with one larger one nestled near a large electric fireplace. Often, the residents of this building come down to chat and read quietly but today the sitting area was empty. Quinn then began walking towards the exit where large glass doors with gold metal handles sat as the barrier between luxury and the wild and chaotic streets of Manhattan. The doorman opened up the very heavy doors as soon as he saw Quinn approaching and wished her a good day. She thanked him before she found herself onto the busy street before her. Manhattan in the Fall was a very special time and the brisk air that greeted her upon her exit from the building refreshed her. She knew her mission, she wanted to get to the Duane Reade and be in and out with her haul before anyone would know where and why she was there. Quinn then quickly turned left towards her destination and walked a few blocks to Columbus Ave where the pharmacy was located.

The walk was swift mostly because her brain was so preoccupied by her mission. The Duane Reade sat on the corner of Columbus Ave and once she caught sight of it, her heart began to flutter. She was so close to her goal but yet, the hardest part was yet to come. Quinn sighed and as she approached the Pharmacy, she took another deep breath and entered still unsure about herself and whether she was truly able to accomplish her goal.

The fluorescent lights that hung above, blinded her for a second but she rubbed her eyes and then searched the store entrance for anybody who might know her. Once she was satisfied that everyone she saw was a compete stranger, she turned her attention to the aisles ahead. She then started taking note of what aisles she passed before stopping at the 5th one which read, Diapers, Feminine Products, and Cold Medicine. This is it, she thought it was going to be now or never. Quinn turned down the aisle and saw that there were two other customers perusing the section. One older gentleman who was looking at cold medicine and another young woman whom looked to be deciding what menstrual pads to purchase. Quinn walked slowly down the aisle wither her heart pounding harder than ever. She wanted to just turn her full attention over to the diapers but she was afraid that either of the other two strangers might know or question what she was doing. Quinn then stopped at the feminine products as well which sat adjacent to the Goodnites. She picked up a package of Maxi pads and started to pretend like she was debating about purchasing them and after what felt like an eternity, both of the other customers vacated the aisle which allowed Quinn to look at the diapers. There were so many to choose from. There were Depends, Atena, Always and other adult diapers however none of them truly felt like the proper choice for Quinn. What she wanted were the Goodnites with the cute little purple butterflies on them but she was very worried that they might not even fit her properly. While Quinn was quite slender, she was also very tall and she weighed roughly 135 pounds and the package of Goodnites that she wanted listed 125 Lbs as the max weight. She knew that she needed to be quick so she made a hasty decision and grabbed the Goodnites because deep down those were what she really wanted. She was so close, she felt her hands sweating on the cheap plastic package around her very precious Goodnites and at this point she realized that she had gotten farther towards her goal than she had ever been before. Her poor heart kept pounding but she remained steadfast in her goal and began to head towards the checkout counter. Once she turned the corner of the aisle, she found herself in the main walkway of the Pharmacy where she saw that there was a line for the checkout counters which honestly was not a surprise. This was New York City after-all and there was always a line everywhere that you went. Quinn could feel each beat of her heart and almost hear it pound in her ears as she found herself now on the back of a line of 8 people waiting for checkout. Quinn picked up her phone and pretended like she was busy but in reality she was so nervous she felt like she might pass out and she couldn’t bear to look at anyone because of the shame that she was feeling. She tried to us her body to hide the package of goodnites in her left arm. After about 7 minutes she found herself next in line and before she knew it, it was finally her turn.

“Next…….” called out the checkout girl. She was a brunette and she was very pretty. Quinn guessed that she was probably in her 30’s and by the looks of it, had been working all day. Quinn sighed once again and walked over to the counter and placed the Goodnites down with a crinkle on the counter.

“Do you have a Duane Card?” asked the checkout girl. Quinn was so nervous that she felt her voice crack upon her response.

“Nnnn…No.” replied Quinn sheepishly. Quinn then watched as the checkout girl scanned her item and placed the bag of Goodnites in an even larger plastic bag.

“Your total is going to be $18.72.” stated the checkout girl. Quinn then reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it over to the woman. Quinn received her change and she walked out of the Duane Reade and never looked back.

Quinn was once again greeted by the cold autumn air. She felt like a large weight was now pulled off her chest and where there was once a feeling of anxiety was now replaced by a feeling of accomplishment and anxious but excited anticipation. She couldn’t wait to get home and up in her oasis above the clouds in her suite of solitude and put on her very first Goodnite.

Quinn hurried home rather quickly and found herself up in her apartment before she even realized it. She was so excited to finally accomplish her long awaited goal of wearing and using a diaper for the first time since childhood. She placed her purse back on top of the black granite counter by the elevator and hurried to her room and shut the door behind her. Quinn then sat down her bed which was made up with a very expensive black wool comforter and tore open the bag of Goodnites. The fabric of the Goodnite felt so good in her hand and she opened it up and saw the cute Purple Butterfly smile up at her. God I hope they fit, she thought. Quinn then walked over to her floor length antique mirror and admired herself. She was so proud to have finally gotten to this point. She finally took charge of something that she wanted and she smiled. Quinn then slowly removed her black leggings and white cotton panties and tossed them into a pile on the floor. Although she was blonde, she had light brown pubic hair that was quite long at this point. Quinn was also a virgin and had never really found a reason to shave her pubic area before and she often liked to twirl the hairs between her fingers late at night which for some reason provided her a weird sense comfort. She then opened up the Goodnite completely and pulled it up and over her legs where it finally made its place, snug around her waist. Mhhhhhhhhh It is so comfortable, thought Quinn.

It was everything that she imagined that it would be. She felt secure and safe, but while she may be heavier than the package maximum, they still felt perfect on her. The leg holes may be a little tighter than she liked but after a while they stretched a bit to conform to her body’s natural figure. She stood in front of her mirror and admired how cute she was and how adorable the Goodnite looked on her pale white slender body. As she was standing there, she felt a twinge in her bladder and thought about releasing herself into the Goodnite but just before she was about to let go, she decided to hold it. Quinn had never peed her pants before nor has she ever even had an accident of any kind, at least since she could remember. She didn’t want to waste one of her 12 Goodnites so quickly either. She wasn’t quite sure if she was necessarily ready yet to explore the Goodnites intended purpose. For right now, she just wanted to feel the comforting texture of it on her skin and enjoy the contentment and accomplished emotions that she was feeling for just a while longer. For years she had imagined this very moment and she wanted to hold onto it as long as she could.

Quinn stared at her reflection in the mirror for a few more minutes before deciding to pull up her leggings and put her socks back on. Once she was all dressed, she turned to look at her bottom in the mirror to see if the Goodnite was noticeable in her pants. Unless you were looking for it, there was no was way that anyone would know that she had one on, which only added to Quinn’s pleasure. It was her dirty little secret. Once Quinn was content with herself, she placed the rest of her Goodnites in the bottom of her luxurious walk in closet that was as large as some peoples studio apartments. She then walked back over to her loveseat and pulled up her Ugg blanket once again and began to read her book. For once, she had no desire to look out of her window and wonder about things, for once, she felt absolutely content with herself and where she was in that very moment. Quinn for the first time in a long while, was happy.

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Author: Damienkev
Timestamp: Feb 2, 2024 at 2:40 AM
Content: Chapter 2: An Unexpected Breakfast

The rest of that first night went by like a blur. Quinn relaxed and read more of her novel before eating some snacks and then she fell asleep on her very warm and cozy bed. It had been a very long time since she had felt unbothered and emotionally fulfilled. Those feelings manifested into a very long and much deserved rest for Quinn, a sleep that she truly deserved. She dreamt about being little again and about wearing her cute little goodnites to bed. She even dreamed about having her mother come in and change her in the morning and feeling so secure while being extremely vulnerable. Her mother would smile down at her and then kiss the top of her head, before finally wishing her a good morning. There was so much love and care behind her mother’s words and warmth behind her mothers love that made Quinn feel completely at ease. There was no shame in this dream, there was only satisfaction and acceptance.

Quinn awoke the next morning to the heat of the suns beating rays falling through her bedroom window. Sunlight filled her room and bounced back in multicolored hues from the many spines of the books that lined the bookshelf across from the window, like a prism of knowledge casting outwards into the world. One of the things that most people are unaware of, is just how warm and strong the sunlight can be when you are over sixty floors up. Quinn’s bedroom faced the eastern horizon and each morning regardless of the weather, she would wake to the warmth of the sun. Quinn rubbed her eyes and yawned away the rest of her drowsiness before turning onto her left side and away from the window. She then reached down with her right hand to feel the fabric of her Goodnite and a smile returned to her face. Yesterday had not just been a dream and she had finally found the confidence to go out and get what she so desperately wanted and truly needed. Quinn laid there for almost an hour just being in the moment.

Once Quinn felt like she was ready to get up and face the day, she grabbed her phone and saw that her mother had messaged her. Quinn Honey, your father and I will be out for most of the day today. I have so much to tell you when I get home. How is your sister? Quinn shot her a message back relating that she was excited to see her mother later before turning her attention over to her sister Shay. Shay is a terrible texter but Quinn was too tired to call her so she sent her sister a message. How was last night? Are you home? Quinn then tossed her phone back onto the bed expecting that her sister wouldn’t get back to her right away and walked out of her bedroom. Quinn then made her way down the long hallway to bathroom so that she could shower. Quinn then undressed and tossed her dirty clothes in the brown wicker hamper that was hidden in the bathroom’s closet and then she turned the water on. Quinn removed her goodnite and thought about throwing it away but decided to keep it as it wasn’t even used. She then folded it and placed it on the black marble countertop by the sink and then got into the warm shower and began to clean herself. She spent a good 30 minutes soaking in the warm water and cleansing herself on her stress. She still felt completely relaxed, and almost like an entirely new person. Once she felt clean and ready to face the world, she dried off and grabbed her used goodnite and walked back to her bedroom.

Quinn then decided that she would spend the day out and about and she thought she might even meet up for an early lunch or a late breakfast with Shay. She went into her closet and picked out an outfit. She outfit she chose to wear was a very stunning amber colored cashmere sweater and a pair of high waisted black jeans from Sax. She picked out a pair of black ankle boots and when she got to her underwear drawer, she stopped. While she wasn’t quite sure that she wanted to go out in a diaper just yet, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to her goodnites. She looked back over at the folded goodnite on her bed that she had worn last night and decided that she was going to continue to wear it. She once again pulled it up her legs and smiled as the secure fit made itself home between her legs and around her pelvis. Once the Goodnite was firmly in place, she thought about whether or not she should wear a pair of underwear over them. She ultimately decided that she better not because her jeans were already going to be a tight fit with the more bulky padding of the goodnite. She then stepped into her jeans and put her sweater on over her black Victoria Secret bra and once again walked over to her bedroom mirror and began to brush her hair. Her hair still glistened from the wetness of the shower as she had been too lazy to blow dry it today. After a couple of brush strokes, she put her hair into a golden bun and made her way over to the sitting room. She was pleased to see that Shay had responded to her message. Hey Q, I slept at Maddie’s last night. I’m about to leave though. Do you want to meet at Luna’s in midtown? Say 11:40ish? Breakfast with Shay tends to be a weekly tradition in the Vanderwood home and Quinn responded that she would be there at 11:40 sharp. Quinn then walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle before making her way to the elevator and starting her long journey down to the lobby.

The next thirty minutes went by rather quickly. Quinn grabbed herself a cab which the doorman waved down for her while she waited in the lobby, she then began her long journey down to midtown. Quinn spent most of the time during this trip on her phone, texting her friends as well as on Amazon looking at other diapers. While she still was too afraid to purchase them online, she wanted to see what options she might have and maybe even one day, she might be able to build up the courage to order them, especially if she really liked them. She found a cute pair of Rearz with pink and purple flowers on them which she immediately adored. Before she knew it, she found herself in front of the Italian Bistro Luna’s, and paid the cabby. She then let herself out of the car and made her way inside where she got herself a table for both her and Shay.

Not only is Shay a bad texter, she is also chronically late. Quinn was well aware that Shay’s proposal of 11:40 for their meeting time actually meant more like 12:10 ish. This didn’t bother Quinn too as she has always been independent and able to keep herself busy. Especially today when she had much on her mind. Much unlike her older sister, Quinn was always on time and she was usually prepared for every event. While she was waiting, her attention kept being diverted to the Goodnite between her legs. At first she had been super shy about wearing it, almost nervous that everyone was very aware of it. Quinn knew that in reality, nobody was going to know or probably even cared that she had one on, but that didn’t cure the anxiety. Quietly and secretly, Quinn would sneak her right hand below the table she was sitting at which was perched right by the window of this very busy restaurant, and feel her Goodnite through her pants. There were so man emotions fighting for balance and control in her mind. The anxiousness of doing something very naughty, the exhilaration of taking control of something that she really wanted to do and explore, and another weird emotion that Quinn couldn’t quite yet understand which was driving her wild. While she had not yet utilized the Goodnite for their intended purpose, she felt that she was getting much closer to that goal. For whatever reason the underlying feelings that caused her hyper-fixation on diapers was more complicated than her just wanting to wear them. It was also heavily driven on the urge to use them and be changed by someone else. That was the aspect of this entire issue that Quinn felt so shaky with. Yes the diapers were cute and comfortable and she enjoyed wearing them but that just wasn’t enough for her. She wants to use them, and she wants to share this aspect of her life because it has been drowning her and causing her to self-isolate from her friends and family. Quinn knew that she was going to have a hard time just letting go and wetting them on her own accord so she made a decision right here in this restaurant. She decided that she wasn’t going to use the bathroom at all today and then she then would ultimately end up wetting her diaper unintentionally. As Quinn was ruminating on her diaper dilemma, she keeps people watching in the restaurant looking for Shay.

As Quinn waiting and looking for Shay to arrive, she happened to notice that one of the cute older boys in her class was also having brunch with his family. His name is Tyler and he is a varsity football player as well as a track star at Winthrop. He stands about 6 feet 2 inches tall and has sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Quinn has always thought he was a very handsome boy, but seeing him with his family and outside of school made her even more interested. Quinn kept casually looking up from her phone to look at him talk with his family and then over to the door searching for Shay. At 12:13, she finally made her way into the restaurant wearing her large Dolce Shades and the same outfit that she had worn out yesterday it seemed. Quinn waved her down and Shay walked over to where the table was and dropped her bags on the empty chair next to her and went and hugged her sister.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Quinnie, You look wonderful today today” said Shay.

“Oh, it’s alright, I was just messaging my friends. No big deal Shay. How was your evening?” Asked Quinn.

“It was lovely. Amber and I met up with some Columbia boys at Lavo and we had a great night. I might need to rethink Columbia if all the boys are as smart and handsome as the ones I met last night” Joked Shay.

“What about you hon. What did you do last night?” asked Shay. Quinn looked down at her phone not knowing what to say. A part of her wanted to share with her sister all about finding the courage to go out and get herself her Goodnites which she was currently wearing. Shay was the person who Quinn confides in and wants to share everything about herself with but she wasn’t sure she was quite ready to share about this or whether she should ever share with anybody about her little diaper secret.

“It was…..alright…..Just got all cozy and read another book” replied Quinn. Quinn couldn’t help but look away from her sister. She hated lying, especially to Shay. It just felt so wrong.

The girls then ordered their entree’s and continued to chat about life. Shay discussed her college goals and about hopefully hearing back from Yale or Brown and Quinn related about wanting to start writing her own novel. While the girls were talking and enjoying their wonderful brunch, Quinn noticed that Tyler was walking over by their table. Sure enough, he stopped and smiled at both her and Shay.

“Hi Quinn. I saw you eating over here and wanted to say hello. This is one of my favorite spots to have lunch in the city and it was nice to see a familiar face also enjoying it” He said. Quinn was so surprised that he had actually come over to talk with her. While they were no strangers and had some mutual friends, she had never really talked much with him.

“Oh….Hi Tyler…..It’s a pleasure to see you too. This is one of my favorites as well” Quinn replied. Quinn couldn’t help but make eye contact with his beautiful blue eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too Shay. I hope all is well with you” said Tyler. Shay smiled at him and nodded.

“Quinn, If your not busy tomorrow, would you like to meet up for dinner? I know it’s short notice but since it seems like we have similar tastes in restaurants, I know an amazing little cafe in Chinatown that serves the best Pho in the City?” asked Tyler.

Quinn was shocked. While she had always admired Tyler from afar, the idea that he wanted to go out with her completely took her by surprise. Shay it seemed noticed that her little sister was taken aback so she responded for her. “She would love to. Where should she meet you.?”

“How about I pick her up at your place. Say around 7? Oh…and wear some comfortable shoes” Said Tyler confidently. Quinn could only nod in response as she was still so surprised by the situation. “I guess it’s a date then! See you tomorrow Quinn.” Tyler then left the restaurant. Both Shay and Quinn looked at each other and started laughing.

“Wow sis, I leave for one night and now your getting dates huh. What are you up to when I am not around?” joked Shay.

Quinn chuckled a bit nervously. If she only knew what I was really up to when I was alone, Quinn thought. Her attention then turned to the now very noticeable Goodnite tucked so comfortably between her legs. A sense of embarrassment then came over her. She was just asked out on a date by a very cute guy and he had no idea that she was in a diaper. Would he even want to talk with her if he even knew? Shay must have sensed Quinn’s anxiety as she then smiled at Quinn and said, “It’s alright Hon. Well make sure you have a very cute outfit to wear. He is very handsome and I know your probably just nervous. I know I was nervous on my first date.” Quinn looked up at her sister and offered her a confirming smile. The girls then finished their breakfast and then headed back home.

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Author: Damienkev
Timestamp: Feb 2, 2024 at 2:41 AM
Content: Chapter 3: Traffic Accident

Quinn and Shay stood outside of the restaurant trying to wave themselves down a cab. Despite being wealthy, they don't have personal drivers or limos like many of the televisions shows depict. Real Housewives of NYC is a farce and none of them for the most part flaunt their luxury around like that in real life. Like many other New Yorkers, they rely heavily on public transportation, often times taking the subway and getting taxi’s whenever they can. This however doesn’t mean that they are any good at it. Shay was standing almost in the road with her hand up frantically trying to find an empty cab. She was wearing a wrinkled turquoise blouse that went down to her bellybutton and a pair of tight black jeans that were also pretty heavily worn. While that is sometimes the style of high fashion, Shay’s were just frayed and torn from heavy usage over the years. Shay is a bit shorter than her sister and also has long dark hair and a silver nose ring on her right nostril which their mother hates. She also has a very right and round bottom but rather small breasts. Also unlike her very guarded and boring sister, Shay happens to be very social and is often out with her friends, living her life which makes Quinn jealous. She has no reservations, no fear, she enjoys life and she absolutely loves who she is.

After a few minutes of hailing, a yellow city taxi finally made it’s way over to the curb where Shay and Quinn stood and then the girls let themselves inside the cab and gave them their address. The Cabbie nodded and then turned off the meter and began heading towards the Upper East Side. It is a well known phenomenon that Cabbies will turn off their meter and charge you whatever rate they want depending on the address, or if you look like a tourist. Shay immediately saw him turn off the meter and then she made it known that he cannot pull that shady stuff on her and her sister. “Ummmm….Excuse Me…. The Meter turned off and I know that is not right” stated Shay in a very matter of fact way.

“Sorry….Sorry…I turn on now” replied the Cabbie as he turned the meter back on. Shay sat back in her seat feeling accomplished and she and Quinn perused their phones.

Not long into the ride, Quinn started to feel pretty desperate to use the bathroom. She had made the decision that she was going to hold on until she couldn’t anymore to force herself to use the Goodnite that was currently snug around her waist. While she was mentally prepared to have an accident eventually, she certainly wasn’t ready to have one right there in the car with her sister. Not only that, she could already feel the weight of her meal press heavily on her bowels. She knew that she was going to end up having to poop too as well. This left Quinn feeling anxious and unprepared. The ride up to their building was about a 30 minute ride by Cab due to the proximity of their building and the location of Central Park. There were also so many people going to the Met and the Natural History Museum and many other tourist locations that caused there to always be traffic. This made Quinn feel very nervous about being able to hold on. Not only wasn’t she ready for a very public Goodnite wetting, she wasn’t even sure she necessarily even wanted to even explore the concept of messing just yet either. While the stories and the communities online about DL experiences have always caused her intrigue and longing, she was still unsure about the real life practicality of this lifestyle and the potential consequences of situations just like this. Quinn looked over at her sister texting away and felt a sense of shame and fear. What would Shay think about her if she were to have and accident? A cold sweat started to break down on her spine. Quinn subtlety reached down to her crotch and felt her Goodnite through her pants and hoped that if worse came to worse, maybe the diaper might protect her dignity and also keep her pants clean. They are expensive and one of her favorites after all.

15 minutes passed and the girls were starting to reach their neighborhood. The only problem was that there was some heavy traffic. To make matters worse, the Cabbie put on some awful music which only served to distract her from focusing on holding her bladder. Fortunately for Quinn though, her bowels hadn’t reached the point of desperation just yet and she felt like she would be able to get home without too much of a struggle. Shay was also looking quite uncomfortable as she was staring out the window, no longer paying full attention to her phone with one hand herself on her abdomen. After a few minutes, Shay turned to her sister and whispered, “Damn it Quinnie, I have to go to the restroom very fucking badly. Those drinks from last night have obviously not worked well with my lunch.” Quinn nodded at her sister feeling a bit of relief knowing that she wasn’t the only one currently fighting her urges.

Another 5 minutes passed and Quinn was starting to get to the point where she couldn’t hide the fact that she was so obviously desperate. One hand was on her crotch and she was hunched over in her seat trying to take some of the pressure off of her bladder. Shay was also still assuming the tummy trouble position with her hand on her abdomen. Quinn took out her phone and put in her address just to see just how far away from their building was from their current location. 8 Minutes. That didn’t help. Are those 8 minutes going to be 8 actual minutes or 8 New York City minutes which actually meant about another 20 minutes? Quinn turned to Shay and whispered, “I just looked it up on my phone. Were about 8 minutes away. I don't really know how to take that? I have to go to the bathroom very bad too.” Shay sighed when she saw the phone. “Fuck….8 fucking minutes. I don’t think I can hold on for another 5 let alone get inside and take that long fucking elevator ride all the way up to our apartment. What the fuck am I going to do?” Shay vented. Quinn felt bad for her sister. At least if Quinn couldn’t hold on, then she had some protection under her jeans that would protect her clothes and hide it from any pubic onlookers. Her sister it seemed would not have that luxury. Shay was wearing a similar pair of black jeans but unlike the very comfortable Goodnite that is current on Quinn’s fanny, Quinn could tell that Shay was wearing a thong of all things with one side of the waistband of her blue underwear sticking up over the rim of her jeans nestled delicately on her hip. The way that Shay was hunched over and holding her abdomen allowed her turquoise linen blouse to ride up exposing her lower back as well. All Quinn could do was focus on her own need and with her other hand pat Shay’s back to try and provide some moral support.

“Fuck Quinn, I don’t think I can hold it anymore. I had to poo earlier this morning but it sort of went away after I got up. Plus I didn’t want to shit at Rebecca’s place. Fuck why didn’t I just fucking go to the bathroom then” whimpered Shay as she bounced a little in her seat. Quinn continued to rub her sisters back. She thought about the predicament that Shay was in and she felt awful for her. She hoped that her sister might be able to hold on a bit longer. Quinn was still having a pressing need on her own bladder but the distraction of watching her sister go through this pain was giving her at least a good distraction from her own need. She then thought about telling her sister to let out a little bit of her movement to make some more room in her bowels. Maybe that would help her hold on and prevent a more obvious public accident later. “Hey Shay….Maybe you should let a little out. You know…maybe take a little pressure off your bowels?” suggested Quinn in a very quite tone. Shay looked up at her sister and Quinn couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “Do you…..think it would….It would….work?” asked Shay. Quinn nodded. “You won’t tell anybody about this right… I mean.. It would be our little secret” asked Shay in a very timid tone. “I Promise.” replied Quinn. Quinn then watched as her sister met eyes with her and sort of relaxed her body a bit. She then kind of shifted her weight in her seat to her right side which was the side closer to Quinn and let out a little sigh. Quinn was awed by the look on Shay’s face. She couldn’t tell if Shay was horrified or worried or relieved, maybe it was all of them. Shay then looked back over to Quinn and her eyes started to well up. Quinn hugged her sister and made no comment. While Quinn couldn’t smell anything, she could tell that her sister had followed through with her suggestion. Quinn just continued to rub her sisters back and soon enough the Cab turned a corner and their building came into view. The cab then came to a halt in front of the building and Quinn paid the Cabbie his fare before stepping out of his car and assisting Shay out as well. Once the door was shut, the Cabbie immediately pulled away, unaware of the incident that just took place in his backseat. Quinn then guided Shay inside the lobby and they were pleased to see that it was almost entirely empty. Shay was able to sort of pull herself together and seem like everything was alright. The doorman wished them a good afternoon and they girls nodded and did the same with the security guard by the desk. They they stood in wait for their long elevator ride up to their apartment.

“You okay Shay?” asked Quinn still standing next to her older sister and rubbing her back. Shay seemed to have walked alright and still didn’t really smell. If anything, she smelled like her Dolce Gabbana Perfume that she regularly donned as her signature scent. Quinn hand’t really been able to sneak a peak at her sister’s bottom but did so really quickly as she awaited Shay’s response. Nothing. Nothing really at all on her pants, if there was anything it just seemed to be a minor wet spot on the rear of her black pants that wasn’t very noticeable. “I’m okay. I just really need to fucking go to the bathroom. I’m literally about to fucking have a major accident. I’m done with drinking.” replied Shay. Just then the doors to the elevator opened up revealing the white marble floor and the girls hopped inside and Quinn used her Penthouse Key and the door shut and the long Journey up began.

“Did you let out anything like I suggested?” asked Quinn curiously. Shay just looked down at her shoes and nodded. “When we get inside, I will help you clean up. I promise.” replied Quinn. Quinn could still feel her bladder ache and some action in her own bowels. She thought about releasing her bladder a bit right there in the elevator but she just couldn’t do it. Right when they were about to reach the top, Shay whimpered again. This time though there was no question as to what was happening as Quinn looked down and saw some bright brown sludge falling out of Shay’s right pants leg and onto her shoe. The smell then hit. Maybe it was just the tightly confined space but the scent was absolutely rancid and Quinn did her best to seem like she didn’t even notice the smell. “it’s okay Shay. I got you. It’s okay. Were going to get inside and clean you up.” repeated Quinn in a loving and supporting manner. Just then the elevator doors opened up to their foyer of their apartment and Quinn watched and followed Shay as she shuffled out of the elevator leaving a trail of brown poo behind her. The elevator doors closed and the girls made their way over to the downstairs bathroom was which is usually just Quinn’s private space and they shut the door behind them.

Quinn then turned the water on in the shower and Shay stood their looking like a scared little girl. Quinn then without saying anything helped Shay take off her shirt and her white Victoria Secret Bra, revealing her very beautiful and perky breasts. While they weren’t the largest as Shay is shorter and smaller than Quinn is, they were still very alluring and perky. Quinn then unbuckled Shay’s pants and got down to her knees and without due regard for the heavily soiled bottom of Shay’s jeans, began to help her slide off her shoes. Once both shoes were removed, she helped to guide down Shay’s pants which were now heavily soiled with brown poopie sludge that coated the inner lining of her jeans. Shay was now just wearing her blue thong. Quinn then helped shay out of the pair of underwear and into the shower where Shay began to clean herself and Quinn got to work with cleaning up the mess including the trail of brown that led to their location in the downstairs bathroom. After about 20 minutes, Quinn finished cleaning and placed Shay’s clothes in the wash, well at least the top portion of her wardrobe as both the jeans and the thong had to be thrown away. Quinn then heard the water shut off and waited for Shay to finish up in the bathroom. Quinn had brought her some comfortable clothes from her bedroom and watched as Shay emerged from the bathroom looking so much better than before. Before Quinn could even say anything, Shay hugged her sister very lovingly and thanked her for taking such good care of her. Quinn hugged her sister back and watched as Shay made her way up to her own bedroom to sleep off whatever this stomach bug was. Quinn then walked herself over to her own bedroom and shut the door.

Quinn was once again met by the tremendous view from the big ceiling to floor windows by her bed and desk and now felt an incredible urge to pee. She had been holding it all morning but when she needed to be there for her sister, the urge sort of went away. Instead of running to the bathroom she firmly stood her ground and let go like she had planned. Immediately, Quinn felt the warmth of her urine spread out and into her Goodnite and she was shocked by the extreme pleasure that she felt. The feeling of the warm Goodnite expanding around her bottom and the actual cathartic release of her urine for her throbbing bladder may have been the most amazing feeling of her entire life. For whatever reason, it was now easy for her to relive herself and use her Goodnite. After what felt like and eternity, Quinn felt herself slow down and was surprised that her Goodnite did not leak at all. What she was surprised by was how heavy it was not, especially since it felt like it was now twice the size than before. Quinn just stood there in her bedroom for a few minutes taking in the view and the feeling of her warm Goodnite. She loved it, every second of it and in this moment did not feel ashamed by it.

After some time, Quinn then went into her closet and removed her soiled Goodnite and placed it in a small white garbage bag and tied it shut and placed it in the waste bin underneath her desk. She then went into the bathroom and showered herself. Afterwards, she felt tired from probably all the drama of the day and went into her closet to grab some clothes. She decided on a large white long sleeve shirt and she put on another Goodnite. She had intended to also put on a pair of sweat pants but decided that she wanted to feel free for a while and enjoy her diaper in the privacy of her own bedroom. She then walked over to her bed where she laid out on her covers and began to read her book for a while before falling into a very deep sleep.

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Author: Damienkev
Timestamp: Apr 13, 2024 at 8:47 PM
Content: Chapter 4: A stressful afternoon


The bright light from the sun once again woke Quinn despite her very deep and restful sleep. Her bedroom always fills with so much sunlight that it is as if a lighthouse is casting its gaze into her room alerting her to the great big world outside her bedroom, every single day. Quinn yawned and looked over at her phone which was laying on the bed next to her and saw that it was 6 am and she was going to have to go to school today. It had been such a busy and adventurous weekend for her since she was finally able to get a hold of some diapers. Quinn reached down and felt her bottom where he now very soaked Goodnite was perched very snug around her hips. How is it wet? I don't remember wetting it last night? Quinn was perplexed by the idea that she went to bed dry and woke up wet. After-all, she had never actually wet the bed before and this weekend was the first time in her waking memory that she had actually ever had an accident, Or should we say an on purpose, she thought?

Quinn emerged from her bed and stretched her arms up and into the air above her and felt her entire body relax and her muscles expand. Despite the heaviness of her very wet Goodnite, it managed to stay right in place. I went to bed in just a white shirt and my Goodnite and I fell asleep on top of the covers. Wow that could have gone very badly, She thought. While there is a new sense of self satisfaction and comfort Quinn feels within herself, the idea that she was so brazen to be that open absolutely shocked her. How could she have been so foolish. What if Shay came in and saw her like that? or her Mother? What would she say, nay, what could she say that would save her dignity? Quinn then walked over to her bedroom mirror and looked at herself and relaxed a bit. Regardless of anything, she loved the way her cute little Goodnites felt and looked on her very curvy figure. Even with such terrible bed head causing her gorgeous blond locks of hair to fray and tangle about, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection. With her Goodnite on, she felt like she could take on the world.

Quinn then removed her shirt revealing her very supple and perky breasts and then removed her wet Goodnite and once again placed it in a white little garbage bag and tied it shut before once again lobbing it into the waste basket underneath her desk. Quinn then walked out of her room and went to shower. While she was cleaning herself, she thought about yesterday and about how torn up her sister was about her accident. She felt bad for her but she also felt relived like she was able to be there for her very adult older sister who has always been there for her. A part of Quinn felt like she finally felt even more connected with Shay in a more vulnerable and very private way. Her mind then drifted to the idea of once again confiding in her sister about her urge and need to wear diapers. Despite all that Quinn has accomplished over the past few days, she still felt the need to share that side of herself with someone. She needed to get this great big elephant off of her chest and feel supported. There was nobody else in the entire world that she could think of to tell except maybe her mother but there is no way she would understand. She often even wondered if she even cared because she is never home and never spends any time with her.

As Quinn felt the last bit of the soap leave her body, she turned the faucet off and watched as the drops from the shower head fell onto the tiled floor of the shower beneath her. She then dried herself and walked back to her room naked. Once inside, she got her school outfit ready to put on which consisted of a navy blue blouse with the schools phoenix logo on the right breast and her plaid skirt which she absolutely hated to wear. As Quinn was searching her closet for what pair of panties and socks to wear, her mind kept shuffling about to the package of Goodnites that she had hidden in the bottom of her closet. I can’t wear one of those to school right? I mean, the skirts are too short……What would people say if they…….Quinn tried to keep finding reasons to not wear one of them to school but each thing that came to mind just couldn’t compete with her urge to pick one up and put one back on. Then before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed another one of her Goodnites from the package and slipped it on up and over her legs while sighing in relief as she felt it make its home around her privates. The warmth and comfort of the Goodnite felt like a hug from someone she loved, someone that had her back and understood her, someone who didn’t judge her by her needs. Once she felt content with and confident in her choice, she then grabbed a pair of navy blue pantyhose leggings that were thicker and less see thru than most other pantyhose, and this pair was strictly made for the Winthrop Uniform, however they weren't usually worn until winter. The much more expected knee high socks were what was expected for this Fall Season. I guess they will just have to give me a demerit then, thought Quinn as she slipped them up and over her Goodnite. She then finished getting ready and allowed her skirt to sit much lower on her hips than they usually do in order to help keep her now padded bottom from the view of her horny and misbehaved male peers with whom she always sees stare up the skirts of her fellow ladies in uniform. Quinn then grabbed her bag and made her way over to the elevator where she then descended to the lobby and made her way to school. Her dear friend Prinn Adams’ and her driver always picked her up and drives her back and forth from school. Prinn has auburn hair and a very hard French accent that sometimes gets in the way of regular conversation. She is very tall almost 6 feet, and has a very curvy body with voluptuous breasts that are hardly contained by the mere fabric of the Winthrop blouses. She is also extremely intelligent and cunning and most of the boys seem to idolize her. She often gets comparisons to a French version of Jennifer Lopez. Prinn has been at Winthrop since Freshman year and she and Quinn are inseparable at school. Like usual, this morning, Quinn jumped into the back of the car and gave her friend a big hug and grabbed her morning coffee from the cupholder in front of her. Every morning, Prinn has the driver stop at the Starbucks on the way to pick up Quinn and it literally makes Quinns entire morning. The girls then chatted about their weekends and Quinn gave a very demur answer about hers due to her being very careful about what she might be able to reveal.

The school day always goes by very quickly and unfortunately for Quinn, she had to stay late this evening for getting yet another uniform infraction, causing her 3rd demerit this month and that results in a detention. Despite her pleas and careful debate with the schools female Dean, she was forced to stay one hour after school with the other unfortunate kids who also received their detentions. It was worth it though because Quinn was able to wear her cute little Goodnite to school today which not only made the terrible desk chairs more comfortable, but helped her feel more secure and confident. She just hoped that she would be able to get out in time for her date this evening. Tyler looked very handsome today and she felt the most intense butterflies in her stomach after they reconfirmed their date for 7 pm. She never really had too many crushes before and this was officially going to be her first real date. The last thing that she wanted was to end up being late.

Detention wore on as Quinn was trying her best to think about what outfit Shay might have picked for her to wear and even more importantly, what kind of things that she might want to talk to Tyler about. She was nervous about her date which was causing even more turmoil in her stomach. She felt it toss and turn within her belly as she saw that she still had 20 more minutes left until she could go home. Prinn had left at the normal time which meant that Quinn was going to have to wave down a cab at the start of rush hour. Quinn hoped that wouldn’t cost her too much time considering she would need to shower and change then do her hair and makeup before her date at 7pm. Fuck…I need to pee. Quinn reach down under the desk and felt her privates through the fabric of her skirt. While she couldn’t touch it directly, she could feel the thickness of the Goodnite she was wearing. She looked around the room at her classmates who also seemed to be devastatingly bored. I can do this. It’s only 20 more minutes right?

Time continued to tick away and Quinn watched the clock hands move on one second at a time. She was leaned forward on her desk with her head in her elbow and her other hand firmly planted on her bladder beneath her and the desk. She thought about just using her Goodnite but she was feeling shy and not very confident about actually wetting it in front of other people. Finally after what felt like an hour, the teacher who was leading detention concluded the session and all the kids grabbed their bags and walked out of the classroom. Quinn began heading for the toilets but then looked at her watch. 3:40 pm. If i waste any more time I wont be able to get myself together for this evening. Fuck it. Quinn then turned and left the building deciding to avoid the schools bathroom in the hope that she might make it home and get ready for her date. Quinn felt the brisk autumn air hit her face as she found herself on the curb searching for any yellow taxi’s without riders. After about 15 minutes of searching, Quinn was able to find one and jumped in the back and began the ride home.

The ride was horrid because all Quinn could focus on was her ailing bladder. Despite all odds however, she was able to hold on long enough to arrive at her building. Quinn then paid the cabby his fare and darted up the concrete steps to the inside of the residential lobby. She nodded at the doormen and the security guard at the front desk and thankfully the elevator was already on the ground floor. She then started the long climb up to her residence. Quinn was hunched over in the elevator in immense pain but the toilet was just so very close. She couldn’t justify wetting herself when the bathroom was within an arms reach. Just then she heard the tone of the elevator ding and the double doors opened up into the front entrance of her home. The marble floors shone bright which signaled that the house keeper must have been by today. Quinn then darted down the hallway and over to the bathroom without even taking the time to take off her shoes or drop her bag. Quinn then impressively shut the door behind her and dropped her leggings and Goodnite in one fell swoop before feeling the cold porcelain of her toilet beneath her. Quinn then released the most furious stream of urine that she had ever felt before hearing the noise of it splattering against the potty echo and reverberate around the walls of the bathroom. It was one of the best feelings that she has had in a while and despite achieving her goal of making it to the potty just in time, Quinn felt a bit defeated and disappointed that she didn't wet her Goodnite when she had the chance.

Knock…..Knock…..Knock, “Quinn are you in there? Im coming in! “ Quinn froze just as the sound of Shay’s hand on the doorknob became apparent. “One Second!!!.” replied Quinn as she tried to figure out a way to hide her Goodnite that was so obviously apparent between her legs resting happily and proudly. Quinn pulled up the leggings just enough to cover the top of them and the Goodnite itself under the top of her skirt which was thankfully still over her waist. Shay then walked in and smiled at Quinn absolutely ignoring the fact that her younger sister was using the potty. Shay was wearing a red blouse and a pair of beautiful black dress pants. Obviously she had plans to go out again this evening thought Quinn. Shay then sat on the sink adjacent to the toilet. “You excited for your big date today?” asked Shay. Quinn nodded sheepishly trying to push her legs together to hide the enormous sitting secret between her legs. “Oh look at you so nervous! You don't need to be Quinnie, I picked out the most amazing outfit for you! Especially,….after all you did for me yesterday…..which I'm sure you imagine is totally and strictly confidential…..” related Shay as she averted eye contact with Quinn. “Of course, I wouldn’t tell a soul!” promised Quinn. Shay then smiled at her. “Good. Well then why don’t you tidy up in here and when you are done, meet me in your bedroom. I have been going through your closet all afternoon trying to find you the perfect outfit for your date!” said Shay as she then hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom. Quinn sighed and then hopped off the toilet and walked over to the shower and turned it on. Quinn then removed her clothes and carefully hid the Goodnite under the pile in the bathroom hamper before hopping into the shower and getting cleaned. It was at that moment she realized, If Shay has been in my closet….does that mean she could have found……my ….Goodnites?

It was the quickest shower that Quinn had ever taken in her life. She had to know if her sister found them but she also couldn’t seem anxious or worried. When Quinn existed the shower, she died herself off and wrapped a large gray towel around her chest which hid her breasts and vagina from view, with the bottom hem resting just above he knees. She then turned off the light and swiftly made her way over to her bedroom. When she walked in, she saw that Shay was sitting on her bed and she was texting away on her phone. There was a large blue Valentino dress that hung on a black velvet hanger on the back of her closet door. “Oh hey Quinnie, what do you think of that dress? I think you would look absolutely amazing in it and it will totally bring out your eyes! I bet he won’t look away from you once tonight.” related Shay as she hopped off the bed and walked over to where Quinn was standing. “Yeah, I think it would look great too! but..do you think it might be a little too much? I mean, were only going out to a Pho restaurant and thats usually not a fancy place. Plus, it’s in Chinatown…..” replied Quinn. Quinn then walked over to the dress and turned to look back at Shay. Shay didn’t seem weirded out or alarmed by anything which seemed like a good sign that she must not have found out about her little secret. Quinn was still torn about being honest and sharing that part of her life with her sister but not like this. “I think you are over thinking this Q. Even if you are overdressed, I bet he won’t even care because you will look amazing in that dress. Plus a date never truly ends after a meal, I bet you guys will go somewhere after that and who knows where you might end up. Better to dress to impress than go undressed and regret!” replied Shay. Shay had her hands on her hips and seemed very confident. “I guess. I trust you Shay. Thanks!” responded Quinn. Quinn stood by the closet and smiled at her sister. “Your welcome! I am going to go chill on the couch in the living room. Come out when your all done getting dressed and show me the fit!” Shay then walked out of the room heading down the long hallways towards the living room and the kitchen.

The minute her sister left the room, Quinn dropped her towel which fell onto the bedroom floor and hustled naked into her closet to see if her diapers were moved around or if there was any evidence at all of their discovery. Quinn hunched over into a squatting position and began to rummage in the back of her closet to where the Goodnites were hidden. She sighed when she found that there was no obvious sign of their discovery and they seemed to be exactly where they were left initially. While she was in her closet, she grabbed a pair of black bank styled panties with the no-show line and a strapless black bra to match. She also grabbed a comfortable pair of black flats which had a silver buckle on each. These will look great with the dress, thought Quinn. Quinn then dressed herself and although she wanted to wear a Goodnite, she pulled up her black panties which did feel quite nice against her smith skin. It couldn’t help to give her privates a break from the moisture of the Goodnites for an evening. Quinn then did her make up and looked at the clock which read 6:37 pm. Just in time, she thought as she exited her bedroom dressed and ready for her date.

Shay was sitting on the couch watching Desperate Housewives when Quinn emerged from her room. “Oh my god, you look stunning!” stated Shay. “Thanks Shay, you were right about the dress!” replied Quinn. Quinn then spun around to show off her entire figure. “Tyler won’t know what’s coming! I hope you have so much fun tonight. I am going to meet up with my friends in St. Marks tonight but if you need me, call.” said Shay as she got up from the couch and walked over to the elevator. Quinn smiled and nodded at her sister as she also grabbed her bag and made her way over to the elevators as well. The girls then got on and started on their long journey down to the lobby. Shay then hugged her sister and left on her own adventure as Quinn stood in the Lobby on her phone waiting for Tyler to come by.