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    Chapter Thirty

                I wrung my hands nervously as I sat outside the director’s office, waiting for her to call me in.

                Who told?

                I knew it wasn’t Elyse. Or if it was, she was a much better liar than I would have ever given her credit for. Which is to say, I accused her, in very strong words, and she swore it wasn’t her. I don’t know why, she was the prime and only suspect, but I believed her. There had been a sincerity to her denial that I couldn’t ignore.

                So, who was it?

                Someone must have seen us. Another professor maybe, or another student. They must have seen us out together sometime this summer. We hadn’t been careful enough.

                But that means they probably don’t know for certain; we can deny everything.

                That was the plan. My relationship with Viv—I mean, Professor Devereux was strictly professional. Not a hint of impropriety.

                I had tried to call Vivian after I got off the phone with Dr. Abernathy, but she hadn’t answered. And she hadn’t answered any of my texts since then either.

                I was just sending another one, updating Vivian that I was about to talk to Dr. Abernathy and assuring her I would deny everything, when the door opened.

                “Ms. Fairchild? Come on in, please.”

                I stood up and followed Dr. Abernathy into her office. Dr. Abernathy was a short and round woman and frumpy looking in that quintessential eccentric professor kind of way. But she had a warm smile and kind eyes beneath her horn-rimmed glasses. Her office was cluttered with such a random assortment of knick-knacks that seemed a perfect match for her.

                “Please,” she said as she gestured to a seat in front of her desk, “have a seat.” Then she made her way around her desk and plopped down in her own chair.

                I took a seat but said nothing.

                “Well,” she began after spending a moment getting situated behind her desk, “I’m sorry we’re starting the semester off on such a…well, perhaps awkward is the best word, starting off with an awkward situation. But…” she raised her hands palm upwards, but didn’t finish the sentiment.

                Deny everything.

                “I’m not sure what situation you mean, Dr. Abernathy,” I said flatly.

                She pursed her lips slightly and looked at me, taking my measure. “Lavender,” she said finally, “I’m sure your instinct here is to protect yourself and perhaps even Professor Devereux, but…” she sighed and spread her upturned palms again, “I’m afraid the time for that is past. I’m well aware of the nature of your and Professor Devereux’s relationship.”

                I bit my lip.

                She seems…pretty sure…

                “At this point,” Dr. Abernathy continued when I didn’t respond, “denying the relationship is just going to make things…complicated.”

                I nodded, maybe she was right, I guess it depended on how much she actually knew.

                Maybe she’s bluffing; she’s trying to get you to admit it.

                “What…what happens next?” I asked neutrally, neither confirming nor denying.

                Dr. Abernathy chewed the inside of her cheek and looked at me from across her desk for a long, awkward moment. “I suppose, Lavender, that depends on you. I already have Professor Devereux’s account of things—”

                “You’ve already spoken with her?” I interrupted.

                Dr. Abernathy nodded, “Yes, of course, she’s already told me everything.”

                Everything?

                “Everything?”

                “Unless there’s something you’d like to add to or correct about her account of things.”

                “What’s…what’s her account of things?”

                “I’m more interested in your account of things, Ms. Fairchild.”

                This made things more complicated. What did they have on us that Vivian told them everything? And what, exactly, does everything entail?

                “Let’s try it this way,” Dr. Abernathy said, “what is the nature of your relationship with Professor Devereux?”

                “Professional,” I said immediately, then added, “…and romantic, I suppose,” I was beginning to understand that denial was not a viable strategy here, but maybe, just maybe, I could mitigate the damage.

                “Sexual?” Dr. Abernathy prompted.

                “Yes.”

                “And when did this relationship begin?”

                “Towards the end of the Spring Semester.”

                “Mhm,” Dr. Abernathy had taken out a notebook and was taking quick notes, “and…who instigated the relationship and under what terms?”

                “I…I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘under what terms.’”

                Dr. Abernathy set her pen down and looked at me, “Did Professor Devereux…promise you anything in exchange for your…affections?”

                “No,” I said adamantly, “not at all.”

                Dr. Abernathy sighed. “And who was the first to suggest the relationship become more than professional?”

                I thought hard about that before answering honestly, “I’m…not sure…”

                “So, at no time did Professor Devereux tell you that she would fail you if you didn’t sleep with her? At no point did she suggest that you would have to sleep with her to receive your doctorate from this program?”

                “No!” Anger was boiling in me, who the fuck had told Dr. Abernathy any of this? “None of that happened!”

                “Okay,” Dr. Abernathy said, “no need to get upset, Ms. Fairchild, I’m on your side here.”

                Your side? What does that mean?

                “Dr. Abernathy,” I said, feeling frustrated and exasperated, “I don’t know who told you about Professor Devereux’s and mine relationship, but that isn’t how it happened at all. I know what we did was wrong, but…it wasn’t anything like that, okay? Vivian—I mean, Professor Devereux has done nothing but push me to produce better work, to be the best student and scholar I can be, and she definitely didn’t do anything unethical!”

                My miniature outburst lingered in the quiet of the room as Dr. Abernathy stared at me from across her desk. Finally, she sighed and closed the notebook she had been taking notes in. “Lavender, I like you, I think you’re a very bright young woman who has a promising future in and beyond this program. So, with that in mind, I’m going to level with you perhaps more than I should. You’ve both admitted there was impropriety in the relationship between you and Professor Devereux, and I am now left in the position of needing to determine how improper and who is at fault. Now, Professor Devereux has told me this is how it happened—”

                Vivian told her? Vivian told her she exchanged my grades for sexual favors? Is that what she’s saying?

                “Dr. Abernathy,” I interrupted her again, having completely lost track of what she had been saying, “who…who told you about our relationship in the first place?”

                Dr. Abernathy sucked her teeth and looked contemplative, then nodded, “Professor Devereux did; she said she wanted to come clean before things got out on their own so she could make sure the narrative didn’t get twisted.”

                Vivian told her? Why though?

                My chest felt tight, and I couldn’t take a full breath.

                “Vivian…told you?”

                Dr. Abernathy nodded sympathetically. “Lavender,” she said softly, clearly picking up on the panic that was building inside of me, “this interview can wait, I can see how emotional you are, I understand this is a delicate matter. Get your head on straight, and we can talk about this again tomorrow maybe, okay?”

                I shook my head, “no, I want to talk about it now.”

                “Okay, so tell me what happened.”

                I shook my head again, “what happens now? You said…you said Vivian told you everything, so what happens now?”

                Dr. Abernathy sighed, “well, ordinarily, there would be an investigation to determine the exact nature and extent of the impropriety. Professor Devereux has tenure…had tenure…so that makes—”

                “Wait,” I interrupted for the third time, “had tenure? What happened? Are you…firing Vivian?”

                “Professor Devereux…resigned.”

                That hit me in the gut like a freight train.

                “She resigned?”

                Dr. Abernathy nodded, “She took full blame for everything and resigned. She seemed…invested in making sure there was no investigation, if I’m being honest. Wanted everything done and over with and out in the open and accepted that resigning was the only way that could happen.”

                “I…have to go, Dr. Abernathy,” I had to talk to Vivian. “Can we do this tomorrow?”

                Dr. Abernathy studied my face for a moment before nodding, “Lavender, off the record? I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but it seems like you’re both trying to protect the other one, and it’s only going to hurt both of you. Maybe…and if anyone asks, I actually recommended you do the opposite…but, maybe you should talk to Vivian and get your stories straight.”

                I nodded and stood up without another word, but stopped at the door and looked back, “what will happen to me?”

                “To you?” Dr. Abernathy repeated. “I guess it depends. If Professor Devereux did, in fact, promise you better grades in exchange for…whatever, then you’re the victim here. You’ll have to begin working with a new advisor who will go over the work Professor Devereux graded to make sure it’s up to the standards of the program; in the event that it doesn’t, we’ll give you a chance to bring it up to our standards. And if it does meet our standards, then that will be it, and you can just continue in the program as if nothing happened.”

                “And…my fellowship?”

                “Unaffected,” she said.

                I nodded, “thank you, Dr. Abernathy,” and left.


     
    Chapter Thirty-One

                “Lavender,” Vivian said with quiet surprise as I walked into the parlor, where I found her sitting with a book in her hands. “What…what are you doing here?”

                “What the fuck, Vivian?” I was trying not to shout, “Why did you tell Dr. Abernathy about us? Why did you tell her you coerced me into things by using my grades as leverage? Why did you fucking do it, Vivian?”

                Vivian gave me a level look throughout my little tirade, “I had to.”

                “Bullshit, you did.”

                “Elyse was going to tell.”

                “She wasn’t! She promised me she wouldn’t!”

                “Then it would have been someone else eventually! It was just a matter of time, Lavender, someone was going to find out. I just…wanted to protect you from it the best I could.”

                “I didn’t want to be protected,” I shot back, “I wanted you by my side!”

                Vivian lowered her gaze, “Lavender…”

                “You didn’t even talk to me before you did it, Vivian,” I was pacing angrily back and forth, “you didn’t talk to me, you didn’t warn me, you ignored me all morning, you…you…fuck!”

                “Lavender, I was…I was trying to protect us, please understand.”

                “We didn’t need to be protected! We could have dealt with this when and if it ever became a problem, but no, you just had to run off and out us! Do you…do you even want to be with me anymore?”

                Vivian’s head snapped up, panic in her eyes, “Lavender, yes, yes, of course I do, please don’t think for a second that I don’t want that, that’s why I did this, so we could be together!”

                “You have a funny way of showing it, Vivian,” I said sourly.

                “Lavender,” Vivian got up off the couch and swiftly closed the distance between us, taking my hands in hers, “Lavender, please, listen. I got scared, okay? Elyse catching us like that…I just got scared. And maybe she wasn’t going to tell, but it was inevitable that someone was going to find out. And what then? What if Elyse had walked in on something more incriminating than us eating Chinese together? What if Elyse had walked it while I was changing your diaper on the floor, huh? What would happen if someone else turned us in and there was an investigation into our relationship? What would they find? It could ruin my reputation, so much more than this will, and, more importantly, it could ruin yours before you really have a chance to establish one. Please, Lavender, I’m sorry I did this without consulting you, but I just wanted to protect you, so I lied, I made sure the blame was going to fall squarely on me. Please, tell me you understand.”

                I looked at Vivian, her words had melted my anger away and left me feeling…hollow, uncertain. “You should have talked to me first,” I said weakly.

                “Yes,” she agreed with a nod of her head, “I should have, I’m sorry I didn’t, please forgive me?”

                My shoulders slumped, and I nodded; how could I not forgive her? “Forgive me for bursting in here?”

                Vivian smiled and cupped my cheek, “of course, darling, of course.”

                I hugged Vivian, resting my head on her shoulder. “Thank you,” I said softly, “for protecting me.” I hadn’t asked her to protect me, and I hated that she had needed to, but I couldn’t deny that I was thankful.

                “Of course, darling, I wouldn’t very well deserve to be called Miss Vivian if I couldn’t protect my little girl, right?”

                I smiled, I still wasn’t happy with what Vivian had done, but I understood why she had done it, and it did mean we were now free to be together. “I love you, Miss Vivian.”

                “And I love you, my little Lavender.”

                The next day, I told Elyse I was moving out for good.

     
    Epilogue

                We were laughing as we both stumbled through the front door, each of us mutually supporting the other one. We were, to put it simply, not sober.

                “Welcome home, Dr. Fairchild,” Vivian giggled as she gestured to the house.

                “Why, thank you, Dr. Devereux,” I responded with faux-seriousness before breaking down into giggles.

                And then Vivian was staring warmly into my face, her hands holding me by the front of my graduation robes. “I’m so proud of you, my little Lavender.”

                I blushed deeply, “I couldn’t have done it without you, without your support and encouragement.”

                “Bullshit,” Vivian said with a giggle, “come here, okay?” She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me farther into the house to the full-length mirror that hung in our front hall. She placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me so that I was facing the mirror with Vivian looking over my shoulder.

                We looked gorgeous together. Vivian in a tight black dress with sheer tights and heels; me in my fancy doctoral regalia and silly little hat.

                “Look at you,” her expression was full of pride and admiration, “you’re a doctor now, and you did that all yourself, because you’re brilliant. You got your doctorate because you deserved it; I was just honored enough to get to be along for the ride. But this accomplishment? It’s all you, darling.”

                “Thank you,” I blushed under her praise. It had been a long, hard road, and whatever Vivian said, she had done more than just been along for the ride—she had been there to talk my ideas through, to give me confidence when mine began to flag, to make me coffee at eleven in the evening so I could keep working on my dissertation. It was my accomplishment, I was so proud of myself, and maybe I could have done it without Vivian, but I couldn’t have been happier that she had held my hand through it. “Thank you,” I said again, this time adding, “Miss Vivian.”

                Vivian smiled mischievously and began unzipping my robe, exposing the black sundress I had on underneath. “You know what I kept thinking while I was watching you up on that stage?”

                “What’s that?”

                “I kept thinking,” Vivian’s hand crept downward, clutching the hem of my dress and slowly raising it, “how mature and professional you looked up there, and how you looked so cute playing dress-up and pretending to be a big girl in front of everyone.” She pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist, showing off the quite obviously soaked diaper underneath my fishnets. Vivian reached around with her other hand and grabbed the crotch of my diaper, squishing it against my skin. “I kept thinking how no one knew you were wearing a wet diaper the whole time.”

                I bit my lip and leaned back in Vivian, “I wasn’t wet during the ceremony,” I whined…and lied.

                “So, I didn’t have to change you in the family restroom afterwards?” I watched as my face turned bright red; Vivian just laughed. “Can you believe it?” She said more softly, resting her chin on my shoulder, “Dr. Lavender Fairchild, PhD, but still can’t be potty trained.”

                “Don’t you know?” I said as I turned away from the mirror to face Vivian, “my PhD stands for ‘pees her diapers.””

                Vivian laughed, then slipped her finger into my diaper, “you certainly do, you’re soaked.” She turned me towards the stairs and swatted my butt. “Come on, my little Lavender, let’s get you changed, okay?”

                “Yes, Miss Vivian.”

                And we lived happily ever after.

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    Chapter Thirteen

                Weeks passed by and before I knew it the end of the semester was just around the corner.

                Vivian and I continued to see each other every Friday night…and every Saturday morning, for that matter. Despite ample fantasies to the contrary, I kept my pants dry during our time together—during the daytime, anyway. Come Saturday morning, I would always shuffle my way to breakfast in a soaked pull-up. If Vivian ever noticed that I wore my sodden undergarments to breakfast, she never said anything about it. In fact, she said very little about my accidents at all, though she did remind me to wear my pull-up most night, and a few times she had even…politely suggested I use the bathroom.

                Of course, she never phrased it so directly. “Why don’t you go visit the little girls’ room and wash up while I clean up after dinner?” She might suggest; subtle, but enough to make my cheeks a little warm.

                All-in-all, my time with Vivian was a small taste of bliss every week, and barely a day would pass that I didn’t find myself deep in my daydreams fantasizing about Vivian…but mostly about Miss Vivian.

                It was not, however, all sunshine and rainbows. Vivian and I never discussed it, but we both knew our relationship, such as it were, existed under the sword of Damocles. We knew our relationship was wrong, or at least ethically suspect; we knew the trouble we could get in if the director of our department or other administration discovered it. If nothing else, Elyse’s words and warnings lived rent free in my head, but I didn’t care, and Vivian never showed any sign that she did. And after all, was what we were doing so wrong? We were both consenting adults, and I was still doing the work. But the reality was what it was, and nothing Vivian or I could do would change that, so we made sure to keep our relationship under wraps. In public, on campus, we maintained a façade of professionalism in all of our interactions.

                However, that didn’t mean I didn’t catch Elyse glaring at us from across the room on more than a couple of occasions.

                Speaking of Elyse, after our second confrontation regarding the time I was spending with Vivian, she kept her mouth shut on the matter, which was a win at least.

                Outside of my relationship with Vivian, I kept myself busy with my schoolwork. The end of the semester was always a busy time, and this semester was no exception. In fact, I spent the vast majority of the time I wasn’t with Vivian with either my nose stuck in a book or my head stuck in a fantasy about Vivian.

                Oh, and, as for the diapers I bought…well…I was right, they proved much harder to put on in practice than the tutorials I had read and watched made it seem. I ruined the first one I tried to put on by ripping the tapes and plastic from so many attempts at readjusting the thing. At first, I thought I did a better job with the second, but after just a few moments of wearing it, I began to suspect I had done a poorer job than I realized. What was snug and comfy in some places was loose and scratchy in others, and when the padding leaked all over my bed when I first tried to wet it, my suspicions were confirmed.

                Since then, the opened bag of diapers, too large to fit in my chest, had lived in my closet hidden out of sight just next to the chest of secrets. Leaving it out like that made me nervous at first, but I quickly realized that all my security measures were a little on the paranoid side. After all, it wasn’t like Elyse was going to go digging around my closet.

                All-in-all, the last few weeks of the semester passed in a pleasant blur.

                There was, however, one thing about Vivian and mine’s relationship that left me uneasy.

                “Okay, sweetheart,” Vivian whispered in my ear, “we should both probably get ready for bed.”

                I made a sound of weak protest in my throat, “just a few more minutes?”

                “In just a few more minutes, you’ll be fast asleep, and we can’t have that yet, now can we? Come on, sleepy girl, go get ready for bed.”

                “I won’t fall asleep, I promise,” I said even as I shifted around in bed to get in a more comfortable position. We were laying in Vivian’s bed together, both of us naked, having just thoroughly celebrated the end of the semester together. Summer stretched out ahead of us, and with less work for both of us and many of the students, including Elyse, and some of the faculty going out of town for portions of if not the entire summer, we’d have much more time to spend together.

                “You will,” she chided gently and with enough jovialness to know she was being playful, “and you know what will happen if you fall asleep before you…get ready.”

                I pouted, knowing exactly what she meant. “Okay,” I finally agreed, sitting up in bed, “but you have to give me a kiss first.”

                Vivian smiled and complied, “now,” she said as she got out of bed with me, “you go get ready for bed, and I’ll go turn down the bed in the guest room for you.”

                I pouted again, this time behind Vivian’s back. The guest bed. We’d been doing this for quite a few weeks at this point, Vivian and I were having sex, but I was still sleeping in the guest bed? It didn’t seem fair, but I also knew it was likely because Vivian didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with a bedwetter. She said she was fine with it and didn’t think any less of me, but was that really the case? Perhaps more importantly, could I really keep this up if it barred me from a bit of much craved intimacy?

                Later that night, curled up in the guest bed, I pondered this problem further. Of course, I’d never asked Vivian if I could sleep with her, so maybe she just didn’t realize that was something I wanted. But the bedwetting was certainly the more likely answer.

                But…maybe…there was a way to find out…

                Invite her to have dinner at your apartment next week, she’ll have to sleep in bed with you then, and if she won’t stay the night, you’ll know it’s because of your bedwetting.

                I could never, not with Elyse in the apartment.

                Elyse won’t be there, remember?

                That was right, Elyse had left earlier that day to spend the summer with her family—I had the apartment to myself until mid-August.

                And so I resolved to invite Vivian to spend an evening, and hopefully a night, at my apartment. What I didn’t know then was how this seemingly innocuous act would set into motion events that I would only ever have had the nerve to fantasize about.


     
    Chapter Fourteen

                “Vivian!” It was my turn to exclaim her name as I opened the front door of my apartment, “I’m so glad you agreed to let me host you tonight!”

                “I’ll admit, I was curious to see where you live,” she replied as she looked around the small apartment.

                “It’s not much,” I explained, “but it’s home, and since my roommate is out of town for the summer, I figured it would be nice to play hostess for once. May I offer you a drink? I’m afraid I don’t have the selection you do, but I have beer and wine and I make a mean rum and coke!” I was already beginning to regret this; there was a reason Vivian hosted aside from privacy. I was secretly hoping Vivian wouldn’t ask for the wine; I was suddenly embarrassed to serve her the cheap wine I had after spending weeks drinking her fancy wine.

                “Well,” she replied with an amused grin, “I suppose I’ll have to try the house specialty, a rum and coke it is.”

                “Great,” I smiled back and headed into the kitchen, “why don’t you take a seat on the couch, and I’ll be right over with drinks.”

                As I set to making us both a rum and coke, Vivian began slowly walking towards the couch, taking in the apartment as she did. “So, you live here with Elyse?” Vivian knew Elyse, of course, but they didn’t work as closely as Vivian and I did—which is to say, their relationship was nothing more than most professor and student relationships. “How is that?”

                “Pretty good,” I replied as I generously poured rum into two glasses, “I mean, you know, I’d rather have a place to myself, I like to have my privacy, but she’s a better roommate than the girl I lived with during my MA program…and a lot better than the roommates I had in undergrad.”

                “Roommates can be…difficult,” Vivian empathized, “and I’m sure especially so when you’re as concerned about…privacy as I imagine you are. Have you had any problems with Elyse and your…privacy?”

                It took me a moment to catch Vivian’s meaning, but I was glad I was looking away from her when I did—my face must have gone bright red.

                Has Elyse discovered your wetting problem?

                “Um, no,” I replied, dropping ice cubes into the glasses, “no problems there.”

                “Good, good,” Vivian said as she finally settled down on the couch. “I have to admit, I worry sometimes, not everyone is as…understanding as I am. I’d hate to find out someone was making you feel bad about it or that you weren’t properly taking care of yourself.”

                I was still blushing as I put the ice cube trays back and began pouring coke into the glasses. It wasn’t like Vivian to talk about my wetting problems so openly; I couldn’t help but wonder where it was coming from. And wanting to make sure I’m properly taking care of myself? What does she mean by that?

                Make sure you wear your protection at night? Make sure you’re using the potty regularly during the day? Not spending too long in your wet padding in the morning? Maybe she’s noticed you come to breakfast in a wet pull-up and worries you do the same around Elyse.

                Yeah, okay, maybe I’ve given her plenty of reasons to worry, but why is she bringing it up now?

                “Well, um,” I said awkwardly as I walked into the living room and handed Vivian her glass, “thank you, I appreciate your concern.”

                “Thank you, dear,” Vivian said as she took the glass from my hand and sipped it. “You were right, you do make a mean rum and coke, it’s very lovely.”

                I beamed at the compliment. It was such a small and silly thing, but any kind of praise from Vivian made my heart flutter.

                “So,” she said, changing the subject, “what’s for dinner?”

                It was, once again, time for me to blush, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about my hosting choices. “Well,” I started nervously, “I spent all week trying to decide what to cook for you, but the truth is…I can’t…really cook, so…I thought we could order take-out? I know a really good Thai place…?”

                Vivian grinned, “that sounds lovely, Lavender.” She took another sip of her drink and chuckled, “although, I suppose I’ll have to teach you to cook. Maybe next week, you can be my little kitchen helper, and I can teach you some cooking skills.”

                Miss Vivian’s little kitchen helper!

                It was all I could do to not show how excited I was about that prospect. “That sounds really lovely,” I said evenly, already fantasizing about trying to be a big girl and helping Miss Vivian in the kitchen.

                Before long, we had ordered dinner. Despite that, as I mentioned multiple times, I was the one hosting her for dinner, Vivian insisted on paying, and all my protests did nothing to dissuade her from her decision. As I was placing the order, Vivian, rum and coke in hand, drifted over to my bookcases and began perusing them.

                “You’ve got quite the collection here,” Vivian said as I finished putting in our order.

                “Well, it’s nowhere near as large as yours,” I replied humbly, “and some of them are Elyse’s.”

                “I’ve had a lot more time to collect them,” she countered, “but the quality of your collection is very good.”

                “Thanks, but…it’s a pretty curated collection,” I admitted with a laugh, “I keep all my impressive academic books out here, and the trashy fantasy books in my room.”

                Vivian turned and smiled at me, “may I?”

                You can’t let her in your room, what if you left something out?

                For a moment, panic built in my chest; had I left out any stuff that would hint at my proclivities? Had I left a pacifier out on my nightstand? Were all my onesies and other little clothes properly hidden? However, the panic dissipated almost as quickly as it formed. After all, I had been planning on Vivian spending the night in my bedroom; I had triple-checked to make sure everything was in order.

                “Um, sure, this way,” still, I was nervous as I led Vivian into my bedroom. After all, I could make sure all my pull-ups, pacifiers, onesies, and other incriminating items were put away, but my bedroom still very much looked like that of a young adult still clinging to their childhood. Fairy lights and other purple string lights were my bedroom’s primary source of light, my desk was littered with small toys and Legos that I fidgeted with while I was working, and there were stuffed animals almost everywhere.

                “Aww, and who is this?” Vivian asked as she immediately went to my bed and scooped up the plush otter that was waiting for me on my pillow. She managed to ask in a tone not dissimilar to the one you would use to ask a toddler about their stuffies without sounding like she was mocking me or being condescending.

                “That’s Penelope,” I replied with a blush, gently taking her from Vivian—I didn’t like other people holding Penelope.

                “She’s adorable,” Vivian handed her over to me with a smile before gently stroking my cheek, “just like you. Do you sleep with Penelope?”

                I nodded but said nothing, suddenly uncomfortable with how Vivian’s words and demeanor were making me slip down into little space. I suppressed the urge to tell Vivian all about my stuffed animals and instead set Penelope back on the bed, “um, my bookshelves are just right there,” I re-directed.

                “Sorry,” Vivian said as she sauntered over to the bookcases, “your bedroom is just so adorable, I couldn’t help it.”

                “Oh, you’re fine, it’s just…” 

                It’s just that talking to you like that makes your brain go into toddler mode.

                True, but I couldn’t say that.

                “…well, thank you,” I said, unable to finish the thought I had started. “I’m glad you like it. I know it’s not quite what you’re used to, but I hope you’ll be comfortable sleeping in here,” I hadn’t been planning on addressing that matter just yet, but the opportunity seemed to be presenting itself.

                “Oh,” Vivian said simply as she looked over the books on my shelf, “I took a Lyft here so I could just do the same home, no worries, darling.”

                “Oh,” it was my turn to say, though mine was quite a bit more dejected than hers. She wasn’t willing to sleep with a bedwetter after all. I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed.

                “But,” Vivian continued, clearly picking up on my crestfallen expression, “I can see that’s not quite what you were imagining.” Vivian sat down next to me and took one of my hands in both of hers. “Were you hoping I would stay with you?”

                I nodded.

                “Mm, I see,” Vivian said softly. “And you were hoping I’d sleep in here with you?”

                I nodded again, trying not to indulge the tears I felt forming behind my eyes.

                “Darling,” she said, pushing some stray hairs behind my ears, “why didn’t you just say so?”

                I laughed weakly, feeling stupid, “this was me trying to say something,” I explained, “but I guess you don’t want to spend the night in the same bed as me.” Vivian opened her mouth to say something, but I plowed forward without giving her a chance, “I always sleep in the guest bed at your house, but I figured if we had dinner here, you’d have to sleep in the same bed as me, but I guess you just don’t want to spend the night in the same bed as me because of…the…you know…” I trailed off, still holding back my tears. I felt so dumb; I had ruined everything just because I couldn’t come clean and tell her I wasn’t a bedwetter when I still had a chance.

                “Darling, sweetheart, my little Lavender,” Vivian said softly, lovingly, as she began rubbing my back when my little tirade was over, “that’s not the case at all. I want you to spend the night with me, too, I was just trying to…respect your privacy, that’s all.”

                “Wait, really?”

                “Yes, really!” Vivian laughed softly, “Really, truly. I’m sorry, Lavender, I shouldn’t have just assumed, but I did; I assumed you would be too embarrassed about your…well, your you know…”

                I threw my arms around Vivian just as I felt a tear finally escape and roll down my cheek. “Spend the night with me?” I asked, “Spend the night in this bed with me? Please?”

                “Of course, my little Lavender, I’d love to.”

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    doc133 got a reaction from FunkEngine in Is there a huge difference in diapers designed for males and females?   
    As an AMAB person I personally prefer female diapers and pullups to the male versions. Depending on how long your penis is, assuming you went with average or better, it will actually be better to have the extra padding down in the bottom and back than in the front top. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from deviatedseptum in Is there a huge difference in diapers designed for males and females?   
    As an AMAB person I personally prefer female diapers and pullups to the male versions. Depending on how long your penis is, assuming you went with average or better, it will actually be better to have the extra padding down in the bottom and back than in the front top. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from estinnes40 in Diaper difficulty and penis size   
    It depends. If I tried putting one on while hard, it would prevent a goodnight from fitting and it would be pointed in the wrong direction for a normal diaper. If it goes on while soft, and is properly tightened it works fine.
    Although something ironic about having a larger member is that when wearing goodnites it's best to purchase the ones made for girls. This is primarily because at that point we're peeing in the same general area of the diaper hard or soft, where as you boyfriend is going to still be wetting in the same spot as is intended for the target audience of goodnites.
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    doc133 reacted to Kyuu in (New) diaper teen? Stripping down to pullup   
    I have permanently banned this user in response to this post.
    Content made to be sexually arousing is pornography. Content made with children that is being produced with the intent of being sold to those who are sexually aroused by said content, is child pornography.
    The difference should be obvious, and as far as I am concerned the only kind of person who would argue otherwise is someone trying to justify why their child pornography collection is not illegal. What you are doing is attempting to normalize pedophilia by obscuring the definition of pornography, even when you yourself know fully well what this content is made and sold for, and that is not something I will even remotely welcome or tolerate on OmoOrg.
    These are the kind of legal arguments that many child porn agencies used to try and justify their actions many years ago, citing that the children were just "models." That bullshit is not going to fly here. You know full well what it is. These children are still being used and exploited by predators all the same, and no amount of you trying to obscure the definition of pornography will change that.
    In regard to people compiling otherwise innocuous into "playlists" and such to be consumed as sexual material, no, that does not retroactively make the original content illegal or child pornography, but that still doesn't make it okay in any way. These are still creeps preying on children and should be universally condemned by any rational person.
    In addition, I will not tolerate users berating other members for reporting content they consider suspicious. If you find something you believe needs review, you report it to us, and it is up to us to decide if action needs to be taken. If you call a user a "snitch" in response to them reporting content out of suspicion that the user may not be of age, we will ban you from this community. This childish mindset of "no snitching" is something only criminals have.
    Regarding this specific post in question, if this individual has been verified of age by OnlyFans, then there should otherwise be no issue here. If you have reason to believe otherwise, please do contact us and we will fully review any of your concerns.
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    doc133 got a reaction from GrimmRetails in Did you ever use your product knowledge to offer advice to customers/friends/family?   
    Yep have a friend who's daughter has a bed wetting issue. Given my smaller size I can fit and have tried many brands that are designed for kids/teens, and as a result was able to point them in the direction of some that work rather well that would otherwise have gone overlooked because they thought they were for toddlers.
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    doc133 got a reaction from koopatroopa in Psa: Magic Wands -/////-   
    Honestly clicked on this expecting that some brand had a major defect based on the title. Glad to know it's just a guy discovering the wonderful world of toys.
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    doc133 got a reaction from LeakyBunny in Psa: Magic Wands -/////-   
    Honestly clicked on this expecting that some brand had a major defect based on the title. Glad to know it's just a guy discovering the wonderful world of toys.
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    doc133 got a reaction from RWJdiapers in Psa: Magic Wands -/////-   
    Honestly clicked on this expecting that some brand had a major defect based on the title. Glad to know it's just a guy discovering the wonderful world of toys.
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    doc133 got a reaction from Will1994 in Interesting Asian Diaper Video   
    This video was allegedly an actual hack of a security camera at a doctor's office, and as a result was removed from this site before. I never watched it to see how much that claim holds up, but I wouldn't risk it.
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    doc133 got a reaction from For The Peeple in Think I found the motherload   
    So I finally told a friend about my involvement in this community, a story for another time, and she has been fairly supportive of. Well today while at our local Goodwill she found probably 20+ 12 packs of Sleepover brand pullups for $2 a piece, along with a few packs of depends. I dont know if I'm just lucky or what but the Sleepovers have so far held probably 2ish full bladders without leaking very much. Honestly I might pick up a few more packs once payday rolls around if I can find the space. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Think I found the motherload   
    So I finally told a friend about my involvement in this community, a story for another time, and she has been fairly supportive of. Well today while at our local Goodwill she found probably 20+ 12 packs of Sleepover brand pullups for $2 a piece, along with a few packs of depends. I dont know if I'm just lucky or what but the Sleepovers have so far held probably 2ish full bladders without leaking very much. Honestly I might pick up a few more packs once payday rolls around if I can find the space. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from Tentacool in Please sign this Petition make it possible for everyone to wear.   
    You use gun oil to keep your gun properly lubricated and free of rust. Failure to do so can increase the wear and tare on the gun, and cause rounds to not properly fire. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from Anathema in Please sign this Petition make it possible for everyone to wear.   
    You use gun oil to keep your gun properly lubricated and free of rust. Failure to do so can increase the wear and tare on the gun, and cause rounds to not properly fire. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from Kei in Please sign this Petition make it possible for everyone to wear.   
    You use gun oil to keep your gun properly lubricated and free of rust. Failure to do so can increase the wear and tare on the gun, and cause rounds to not properly fire. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from GermanShepherd in Please sign this Petition make it possible for everyone to wear.   
    You use gun oil to keep your gun properly lubricated and free of rust. Failure to do so can increase the wear and tare on the gun, and cause rounds to not properly fire. 
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    doc133 got a reaction from LittleOtterPup in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    So didn't get to wear as much as I wanted yesterday, but I got 1 large wetting into the L and it held it fine. I honestly am willing to bet that they are the current L/XL with the XL removed from the tag.
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    doc133 got a reaction from jboarder64L in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    So got mine in yesterday and spent the whole day today wearing the XL. It took several small wetting and one decently sized one before it started to leak. Going to try out the L tomorrow should time allow.
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    doc133 got a reaction from ews21 in Video request   
    Here you go. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/7073-your-date-wets-her-pull-up/
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    doc133 got a reaction from LittleOtterPup in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    So got mine in yesterday and spent the whole day today wearing the XL. It took several small wetting and one decently sized one before it started to leak. Going to try out the L tomorrow should time allow.
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    doc133 got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    So got mine in yesterday and spent the whole day today wearing the XL. It took several small wetting and one decently sized one before it started to leak. Going to try out the L tomorrow should time allow.
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    doc133 got a reaction from PStain in Video request   
    Here you go. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/7073-your-date-wets-her-pull-up/
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    doc133 got a reaction from LittleOtterPup in Goodnites coming out with new larger XL size!   
    I have the sample ordered, they only do the US apparently, and they didn't give me an estimated arrival date outside of "the coming weeks" what ever that means. Hopefully they ship discretely incase I'm not the one who gets the mail whatever day these arrive.  Will post hear and on a separate thread once I can test them.
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