When Hennah met Sally -- (Author) ESPF

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2022 at 7:58 PM
Content: And. As always, your constructive criticism,insight, input, suggestions, are always welcome
As this is a first work, and a learning curve.

When Hannah Met Sally
An ABDL & LGBTQ+ Short Story
By Penny Ann French.
Prologue one: Hannah
I was five years old, and in kindergarten, when the school nurse suggested that mother put me back in diapers, and that the peer pressure from my classmates, would “encourage” me to potty train.

As you can see, I’m nearly through medical school now, and still wearing diapers. So, obviously that idea was a smashing success.
I didn’t care what my classmates thought of my diapers. I loved them.

Come recess or lunch time, I would happily head down to the nurses station, for a fresh dry change from Ms. Kingston.
When ever I would B M in class... As soon as Mrs. Guganis would smell it... Off I’d go again.

And when any of my classmates would try to tease me, or call me ‘a baby’ for wearing diapers. I’d just grin, and agree, as I walked away.

Of course, some kids you just can’t appease by simply walking away. Robert English was the class bully in Mrs. Kirk’s 3rd grade class. He’d been held back a year, and was the biggest kid in our class. He was also not the grandest of the Grand Poobas at the Watterbuffalow lodge. But he was the strongest, and was not above beating the excrement out of girls to prove it.

The first time Robert attacked me, he cracked my wrist, and I spent the next several weeks in a cast. Robert of course blamed me for him getting in trouble over the whole incident.

So come our 2nd go ‘round, I was ready. I sprayed him square in the eyes with pepper spray. Robert of course screened, and squinted his eyes tight shut. So I aimed the spray straight down his throat, and hit him, with my cast, right in the scrotum. And down he went. On our school’s front sidewalk, curled up in a ball, his hands between his legs trying to protect the boy toys, and screening even louder than the first time. So I shoved the empty can in his mouth, hit him again with my cast. And broke his nose.

By the time Mr. Louis showed up to pull me off him, I’d hit him a dozen more times. And there were at least 3 dozen kids gathered around to watch.

After that, most of the kids were ready to just shut up and leave me be.

Mom and dad pretended to be mad at me when they came to get me out of the principal’s office. But dad couldn’t stop smirking, as Mr Barnett explained the story. To this day, I think dad thought it was funny, that I’d beat the snot out of the class bully.

3 days later, when I was finally able to return to school. I was starting Mr. Baranowski’s 4th grade class. And Robert had been moved into the special ed, “Don’t call me retarded! I’m special! The teacher says so.” Class.

Back then around home, and at bedtime, mom started keeping me in cloth diapers and plastic pants. So about three months after I started in Mr. Benowski’s class, and with Ms. Kingston’s idea obviously falling flat. Mom upped the pressure. Or at least so she thought.

She bought a half dozen nursery print plastic pants, and another three, with lace ruffles across the seat. All for me to wear to school, as an extra layer of protection between my ‘Toddler’ size Pampers and my street clothes.

And I was thrilled.

What no one had figured out at that time, and I hadn’t the vocabulary yet to explain, was that, I was already WELL on my way to becoming an ‘Adult Baby/Diaper Lover’. I loved wearing and wetting, and messing, in diapers and plastic pants. I wanted everything babyish back into my life.

Whenever we would get the chance, my cat Isis and I, would head down the block, to sneak up my grandmother’s back stairs into her attic. To where mom had stored all of my old baby things. And Isis and I would climb into my old crib to snuggle.

Or I’d open the boxes of my old baby clothes. And just sit dreaming that I was little enough again to fit into all of the wonderful things. Beautiful little diaper dresses, covered in lace ruffles, with matching diaper covers. One-zies with ‘Daddies little angel’ printed across the front. Tinny little anklet socks with more lace ruffles. And shiny white patent leather Mary Jane shoes.

Or I’d sit and read Dr. Suse to Isis. Jehovah, I miss that old cat so much!

Once you’ve been advanced a couple of grades, and as long as you keep your mouth shut about it, most of your classmates either don’t know, or at least they haven’t heard about your diapers yet.

But still, even with that being said. I was getting my fair share of the stink eye, whenever I’d stink up the classroom.

Highschool, at age 12, was a hole new joy. Most everywhere I turned, I just didn’t fit in. Of course in classes, I could have cared less. I was there to learn. But. What comes so easy for me, just seemed, the hardest thing in the world for most of the kids around me. And a lot of kids resented me for always being the one with the right answer.

And. Classes only last for so long. And then you’re facing the highschool hallway. And it doesn’t matter which way you look. 12 year old kids are just not going to ‘fit in’ with a bunch of 14 year old peers.

The only places I was sort of welcome were, the D&D club. But I was one of only 3 girls in there. And drama club, where I could play the younger parts. And of course you had to be 16 for our schools Gay Straight Alliance.

I did try tutoring for a time. But the only kid that was interested in sitting down with me for some math lessons, turned out to really only be interested in ‘feeling me up’, to see if I really was wearing a diaper under my blue jeans. I slapped him, and walked out, after only 3 minutes in the study cubes of the library.

I don’t think I would have been able to have handled those next two years, if it hadn’t been for grandmother’s bringing my old crib down from the attic, sitting it up in her back guest bedroom, and telling me that “If this is what you really need... “ At first I was totally mortified and embarrassed, I hadn’t thought grandma had known. I thought I’d been so careful.

I even tried to lie to her and deny that it was exactly what I wanted.

“Okay. Then this will just be for when Becky brings Zefram over with her. And you, keep out of my attic.” Was all grandma Appelbaum finally said, as she turned, and headed for the kitchen.

I was... Just dumbstruck. That was my crib! How could she give it to Zefram?

I didn’t want grandma to know... But she obviously did.

“Grandma!”

“What?”

“No! Don’t give it away. Please.” Suddenly... I could feel all my attempts to hide from the woman crashing down around me.

“Hannah. It was never mind to give away... Young lady. You have no idea how many of your family’s secrets have been... kept in this house. And, if you’ve got one more to keep in it. Just as long as you’re not hurting others. It’ll just be one more.”

Even today, I have no idea how grandma Appelbaum wound up such a cool old lady. But she never talked about any of, “Our family secrets.” Beyond the occasional quiet acknowledgment that they did exist. And had never hurt anyone.

Twelve was also the year the bottom of my world crashed out from under me. In just a little more than a year I went from fore foot eight, to five nine. I went from flat chested to a D cup. And I started having periods in my diaper.

I know. Most people will never get it. But to an AB? That shit is just devastating. I mean. Babies don’t have boobs! Mommies have boobs! In a way, I think it must be a lot like when a trans kid starts the wrong puberty?

So. The crib was really to small for me by the time Grandma brought it down to the bedroom.. But I didn’t care. It was my crib. Grandmother’s antique little role top writing desk, from out on her side porch, joined it in what was sort of, my bedroom.

Isis and I almost moved in to Grandma’s house over my ‘freshman/sophomore’ year. That summer, and most of my sophomore/junior year.

Untill the afternoon I came over after school. And found grandma Appelbaum dead. She’d had “a massive embolism in her brain, right there in her kitchen...

Prologue Two: Sally
I was five when mom brought my new baby brother home. And suddenly I wasn’t ‘the baby’ of our family anymore.

Everything that had been so right about my life was just gone. Mommy loved Skip now. Daddy was coming home with a teddy bear, and a new baseball glove, for Skip.

And me? I was being escorted down the drive and shuffled off to school!

I mean... Well... Ok. Maybe it wasn’t ALL Skip’s fault. I mean he was little and helpless. And he was cute. But why couldn’t mommy have just gotten us a puppy?

At first Skips diapers were WAY to small for me. Not that I was going to let that stop me. What with mom normally hold up in her home office down in the basement, and daddy in surgery most of the time. It was pretty easy to snag a couple from his diaper bag in the hall closet, and wear them inside my underpants. I absolutely loved loved them. And over the next year or so... they kept getting bigger. Eventually, I was able to get them around and taped shut. And wear them without my underpants holding them in place. Eventually I even snagged one of Skip’s passies from that bag.

But I was always so afraid I’d be discovered.

Two years later I was sent away to boarding school. I was totally bummed. Living in the dorm like that, with all the other girls, there wasn’t any chance to keep experimenting.

By the time I was twelve, I was out on the internet. And discovering... I wasn’t alone! There were others in the world, just like me, that loved wearing and using there diapers. The ABDL community was a total eye-opener for me. There were Even companies that sold real diapers for bigger kids and adults. The were mostly for medical needs back then. But even back then there were some that were selling them specifically for us! Disposables... some with real nursery prints, and cotton diapers with real baby print plastic panties. And big baby clothes even.

When I was sixteen, over Christmas break, I deliberately booked my flights home to give me a twelve hour layover at LAX. I’d found a real ABDL boutique in the Los Angeles area to visit. I’d even made myself a fake ID to get in with. But I was so scared... I nearly had another of my panic attacks right there in the cab. In the end all I bought was a 'trial size’ package of three baby print disposables.

Back in my room, at the airport hotel, I stripped down to nothing. And taped on that first ToutPetit. And it was perfect! I loved everything about it. But I only tried that first one.

Afterwards, I just felt so dirty and perverted. “Why would I want to do this? It’s so sick!” I threw the other two out.

Later, talking to some friends on IRC. I learned that I’d experienced something they were calling ‘dress and deny’. And that a lot of ABDLs, and a lot of crossdressers, experience it.

That same Christmas break was the year mom died, three days after New Years. Of course I stayed home for moms funeral... And missed the start of the semester.

So I never went back. Instead dad hired a half a dozen tutors and I home-schooled that last year.

Chapter 1. GROUP.
Hannah, finished pulling the last tape over and onto the front of her diaper, pulled the new, yellow nursery print, plastic pants back up over it, and snapped the crotch of her shortall closed. Standing back up she checked herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She'd spent the last half hour braiding her hair into a pair of pigtails, that hung to her shoulders. She'd thought about wearing her new yellow and white pinafore "diaper dress" and white Maryjane flats tonight. But then had thought better of it. The weather wasn't right for a coat yet. And that particular dress was WAY to short to wear outside the house without one. She'd settled instead for a T-shirt and her favourite denim shortall. They'd come from the same online ABDL boutique as had her new dress. And yes. This look was vary "childish", but you couldn't even see the snaps in this, let alone tell their was a diaper under it. The black skimmer flats she'd finally settled on were definitely not the maryjanes she'd wanted, but... The over all look was young and flirty, and acceptable in public.
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Sally finished taping the diaper over her hips, pulled up her tights, snapped the crutch of her favourite pink onezee closed, and smoothed out her black skirt. Looking in the mirror she eyed the skirt... "No. There was no way you could tell she was wearing a diaper under it." Finally, she exhaled a trembling sigh. "OK. I can do this." she whispered to herself, picked up her keys and purse... And walking on trembling legs, headed for the front door of her house.
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Hannah's POV
The first time I met Sally? It was at the AB/DL group here on campus. I almost didn't go that night. Mostly the group back then was guys, that couldn't figure out the word "lesbian", and I would end up being hit on at least every other week. But... I'd already finished my endocrinology paper, composed letters to three separate hospitals in the LA area inquiring as to possible internships... And had nothing better to do.

I'd just sat down in my normal spot, across the room and facing the door, when the door opened again.

Sally, all five foot two, with blond hair down to the small of her back And the sort of Intelligent, intense green eyes that made me think of the green contacts the 'androids' all wear on CW's Humans, walked in. Most people would have said she was wearing a pink top with white piping. But I recognized it as the same onezee as I had back at the dorm in my dresser, with an A line skirt down to just above her knees, tights, and maryjane flats, all in black.

I remember thinking to myself, “OMG! This ones a walking talking Barbie doll.

She looked as if she was about to bolt back for the door.
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Sally’s POV
The first time I met Hannah was at the local, Tuesday night, Adult Baby and Diaper Lovers group, here on campus. I'd been in one of the Adult Baby groups on Facebook, and noted someone had mentioned the group here at U of M. At first I had thought they were bull shitting. People on Facebook do that you know. But when I looked up the webpage... Nope. The group really existed. And so,

A. I was curious. And. B. What else is there to do on a Tuesday night? Go hang with Gama Bata Phie and get drunk?
Back then, most of the group were guys. You could see that about half we’re in diapers, under their baggy lose fitting slacks and jeans. Another was in a striped shirt under an AB shortall. And another was sucking on his thumb.

Back at that time, group was in one of those mini-mall, storefront churches. ‘The Church of Christ's Love’. I looked it up later. Turns out it's congregation was almost totally LGBTQ+. A gay church? Who'd have thunk that?

“Oh God. Its all a bunch of horndogs.” I remember thinking to myself.

But then I spotted Hannah, sitting on the far side of the room, in one of the chairs that had been drawn up into a circle, to face each other. Hannah's right hand darted out, to block the seat beside her, as some guy, (I learned later his name was Robert.) Tried to take the chair next to her. With her left, she motioned that I should come take the seat she had just saved for me.

Hannah's tall. Five foot nine to be exact. And all of it legs.

Her black curly hair had been dun up in braided pigtails, Her dark eyes were sharp and happy. Her boobs were massive. She was the kind of hot that can make a baggy pare of short-alls and T-shirt look sexy.

Group that night was the classic ‘support group' format. Rev. Ken, as the ‘host’, started off with a short ‘welcome speech', and we all followed that, with a go around of introductions, first names, majors, and whatever each of us were ‘comfortable’ telling the rest of us about themselves.

So. It turned out almost everyone was pre-med, medical school, or in-turning, over at the U of M Teaching Hospital. Wow. Like that was a surprise.

A couple of, ‘My roomie in the dorm doesn’t know’s. One claimed to really be bladder incontinent, Two of the boys had finally moved into the same dorm room together, so as to, ‘wear full time'.

I really can't remember a lot of it. I was way to close to a full on panic attack.
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Hannah’s POV
And then it was Sally's turn. ‘Sally.’ was the only thing she managed to get out, before bolting for the ladies room, in tears. With me following.

In the bathroom, back in the corner, I found her, the complete wreck I'd pretty much been expecting. She couldn't stop sobbing as I rapped her in my arms and let her finish crying it all out. ‘I shouldn't have come.’ was the only coherent thing she could get out, for the first couple of minutes.

‘Oh kid. Don't even think that. You have every right to be in that group.’ I tried to reassure her. ‘Besides. You and I would never have met if you hadn't.’
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Sally’s Point Of View.
"Looking back now, I can't believe how scared I was that night. But that was my first time out of the house in a diaper like that. And it was almost all, just a bunch of guys, staring at me. I was so convinced that everyone could tell what I had on, and were laughing at me.

But in the end, it probably was a good thing that I was wearing that night. In all my life I've only ever experienced a half dozen panic attacks as intense as that. And every time I have had one like that, I've ended up both hysterical and wetting in my pants. I mean, sure I've had lots of, panic attacks, over the years. But not so many like that one. I couldn't even think strait that night.

But then again, there was Hannah. Holding me, and actually, giving a dam about me.
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Hannah's Point Of View.
In no way shape or form has my major ever been psychology. It's not even a miner for me. But I have had the required classes for my medical major. And I can be a decent listener. Hay. Don't laugh! I can shut my mouth. Sometimes.

When Sally had finally settled down, and was able to speak again, I took her across the street, over to the Sunbuck's.

Tuesday nights at our local Sunbucks is open mike. Lots of guitars and singing and poetry, a couple of stand up comics. So the place was just noisy enough that, as long as we kept our voices down, we could talk. Over three cups of chi tea each, we spent the next two hours poring our harts out.
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“I mean, for me, it’s not just diapers.” Sally confessed in a whisper. “I mean don’t get me wrong. I love big thick diapers, absolutely. But now that I’ve got my own place... I’ve been trying pacifiers and bottles at night.”

“Oh God yes... I don’t know how many times mom used to destroy my bedroom to find my passies. I finally just gave up and used my thumb at bedtime.”

“Shit! You too? Wait... Right or left?” ask Sally.

In reply, Hannah held up her left thumb as the two broke into giggles. “I cracked my left wrist once, when I was a kid, and it was in a cast for a couple of months. So I had to use my right.” Hannah held up her right thumb.

“I know. The right one... it’s never the same. There’s always something that’s just so... off, about it” Sally finished the thought.

“Hay!... Have you ever tried those hypnotic and subliminal MP3s from Mind Wrecker?” Hannah changed the subject. “They’ve got maybe two dozen. And all different “steps”, and levels of incontinence. Some are supposed to make you bed wet, some make you only pee around the house. Others make you totally bladder incontinent... And there’s this one, that makes you pee and poop without any control at all. I mean completely and totaly, dependent 24/7.”

Sally rolled her eyes, grinning, and in her most sarcastic voice answered. “Why nooo. I would never think of using an MP3 file, to induce total bladder incontinence. Why would you think I’d ever do such a thing?” And then joined In the giggling. “I’m still trying the ‘Stage 1. Bedwetting' file...

“Sooo... Have YOU tried any of them?”

“Mmm... Well with me it’s different...” Hannah took a long sip from her tea before continuing. “I just always refused to be toilet trained as a kid. So... I think I was maybe five or six..? when mom finally just gave up, and put me back in cloth diapers and plastic pants around the house and at bedtime, and toddler size Pampers outside the house, and at school. But, it’s always been more like a conches decision, refusing to be potty trained. I mean... well... It’s like it’s there in the back of my mind, that I’m about to go. And I just kind of ignore it. But... In the back of my head... I’ve always known that if I tried. I could toilet train.

“Wait a minute.” Sally interrupted. “Your saying you’ve went to school in a diaper?”

“Well... I think it was in kindergarten... Yes. It had to be. Because I can still remember Ms. Guganis sending me to the nurses station to get changed... So for me there wasn’t any question. I just started with step five. The one where you give up all conches control?”

“Wow... Sweet... Have you had any luck?” Sally ask.

And with a quiet little smile, Hannah eyed Sally across the top oh her tea... And winked.
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Sally’s POV
Turns out Hannah's not only hot as hell, she smart too. She was just finishing up her fore years of medical school... At 22 years old? She'd skipped both third and fifth grades, and then finished both fore years of high-school, and fore of pre-med, in just three years each. She had a three point nine seven GPA for crying out crap! And on a FULL scholarship. There is nothing about her that’s not impressive as fuck. And... on top of all that... She's a lesbian too? Tell me that's not too cool!
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Hannah's POV
Turns out, Sally's not just unbelievably cute... Her father's rich. And she's not a bad programmer too. Who knew?" I hadn't even thought U of M had a programming curriculum. But her daddy's a U of M alarm, and hart surgeon... and mommy's an investment counsellor. Can we all say "Money, money, and more money?" Her dad had even BOUGHT her a little two bedroom bungalow off campus. And she's ABDL to? How cool's that?
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Sally’s POV
AND... She's an AB. Try telling me we weren't made to be together, and I'll call you a blind idiot to your face. Hannah and I spent two hours just sitting there talking, drinking tea... and falling head over heals in love with each other.

I'm thinking it was about the same time as I was finishing that 3rd cup that I started to feel the pressure and started to excuse myself... But Hannah reached across the table for my hand, asking where I was going?

"To the ladies room." I answered.

“What? I thought you were in a diaper?' She whispered back to me.

“Well... Yea, but... Its already wet.”

“So? You're saying it won't last more than one wetting?''

“I don't know. I've never tried to use one a second time.. And I didn't bring any extras with me.'

“Oh fuck. Don’t worry about that. I don’t leave the dorm without a bag full.” Hannah giggled. What brand are you wearing?' Hannah ask me after a second. Which I couldn't help but think was a bit personal. But... It was turning into that sort of an evening... When it’s time to just come clean, and admit everything.”

“West Coast 24s.” I finally answered.

“Wait... You mean you've been throwing out 24s after just one pee? Girl those things hold like three leaders. It'll hold a second wet, trust me.”

Slowly I sat back down and relaxed. My crotch was all warm again as the pee flooded the diaper... again... And my skirt stayed dry.
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Hannah's POV
We swapped phone numbers and emails, and Facebooks and Twitters that night. And just sat there in our wet diapers, just talking. I never wanted that night to end.

You know what it's like when?... when you find someone you don't need to hide from? Or lie to about who you REALLY are? Inside? Who you don't have to feel ashamed to be your real self in front of? It's like there's this hundred pound wait that's just suddenly gone. It was like we both knew the other's darkest secrets already. So what's the point in hiding all the rest?

But... Eventually the crew started cleaning... and stacking the chairs on the tables...
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Sally’s POV
All the way back to our cars that night, I kept fantasizing that Hannah's car was going to turn out to be some old hoopty, that would break down right there. So I'd have an excuse to offer her a ride. And we'd get a little more time together. And yes Hannah's car was pretty old. But it still started just fine. And I was left sitting there watching her pull out into traffic.

“Dam Dam Dam!”
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Hannah's POV
That night, back at the dorm, laying awake in bed... I think that was the loneliest... and the horniest... I've ever been. I couldn't sleep for thinking about Sally. Finally around 3 in the morning, I just ended up 'handling it myself” before finally falling to sleep, thinking “I'll text her as soon as I get to class.”
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Chapter 2. MICKY D's
Hannah had never really bought the idea of “Love-at-first-sight”... she'd always maintained that it was just a “plot device” used by Hollywood to advance a story and get it over in two hours or less. But then she met Sally. The two might just have well been named Leetah and Cutter, and been the two elves, from her favourite comic series, the way they recognized. All Hannah could think of, or fantasize about was Sally.
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The next morning Sally knew Hannah had an early class. So she'd already decided not to bother her until noon. But Hannah ended up texting her around 9:30

From Hannah. Hay girl ?  you OK today?

From Sally. Yes. I'm good. I thought you had class this morning? :educate:

From Hannah. I do. We're about to start in a min.  Lunch at Micky D's, or Toxic Bell?

From Sally. OK. Micky D's is fine.  Think you for last night BTW. It was the first time I've ever had someone to talk to like that. ?

From Hannah. No problamo. Happy to have helped. <3. Meet me in the hospital east parking lot @ 11:45?

From Sally. Ok. Leave the hoopty in the lot though.? I'll drive. LOL 

From Hannah. LOL. OK. Professor's here. TT4N?

From Sally. OK. I've got a couple programs to debug tell then, later gator.
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And yes. Sally really did have two C Plus Plus assignments to debug. The problem was, she couldn't concentrate. Instead she kept thinking, if the first onset of infatuation was like this? Every time she tried to focus on the program in front of her, she kept coming back to
“God? Please? Is this the one you intend for me?” But of course there was no answer. Unless you consider Hannah's face right back into her head again, an answer.
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Meantime Hannah sat dreamy eyed in her 0930 lecture, trying to pay attention to the professor's rambling monotone. And failing miserably. It was just a rehash of the same thing she'd read at the start of the quarter, ploughing through her copy of the new textbook. It wasn't quite verbatim. But, “Jehovah! Can't that man get off D flat? He's worse than a rapper with that monotone. And besides, couldn't he tell I had other things on my mind right then?”
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Exactly at a quarter to twelve, Sally pulled into the lot to find Hannah at the picnicking table with a half dozen smokers.

"Oh shit!" Thought Sally. As she watched Hannah jump from the table and grab her book bag. "Pleas don't be a smoker. Please don't be a smoker. PLEASE do not be a fag fiend."

But she hadn’t seen any cigarette in the woman's hand and couldn't smell smoke on her as she settled into the shotgun seat of the chary `68 `Stang. Although she did think she could detect a slight bulge under her skirt. Did the woman actually have the stones to wear to class?

"Oh my God girl! Is this your car?"

"Umm... Yea... Daddy got it for me last year for graduation." Sally replied as she dropped the car back into first gear and pulled back out onto Medical Drive.
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Anyone that's ever been to a Micky D's, in any college town, will tell you, lunch is a complete cluster fuck. With students on a shoestring budget trying to grab a chicken sandwich and a caffeinated soda between classes. In all the confusion Sally couldn't tell if she was hearing a rustling under Hannah's skirt, as the two finally managed to make it to the counter, for there chicken sandwiches in a box, salads in a plastic bole, and paper cup of diet soda..

The conversation just sort of 'stalled’ as the two looked around for a table. Finally settling for one near the center of the room, that offered no privacy at all... Finally Sally couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hannah?" She ask in a whisper that the other had to really pay attention to hear. "Are you really wearing what I think you're wearing?" Sally found she really had to admire the woman's bravery if she was right.

Hannah's face blushed bright red as she opened the clear plastic lid of her salad. "Mmm hmm." she mumbled as she stabbed the tomato with her plastic fork. "Like I said last night. I haven’t even owned any underpants since I was five.”

“Well yeah I know but... I just figured you were bullshitting me... I mean I’ve kind of gotten used to most of the people on the internet bullshitting about that sort of thing.”

“No. What I told you last night was the truth. So I just told the school I'm UI when I first started here. So I get my own room now in the dorm, and I'm able to wear full time."

Sally's jaw nearly hit the table, as her friend continued explaining.

"When I finely moved out of mom and dad's to come here, I decided I didn't want to have to sneak around hiding any more. So I just told the admin that I needed diapers..." Hannah stopped long enough to chew and swallow another bight of her sandwich. "It was a bit of a white lie. But it wasn't hurting anybody. And I'm able to wear diapers."

"Wow!" Was all Sally was able to say for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts. "You really are brave.” “And I'm really jealous too.” She finally found herself admitting.

"Mmm.. Not really. Just tired of sneaking around and hiding. And it wasn't really all THAT far from the truth. I spent most of that summer in diapers, and playing MP3s as much as possible. And it was getting to the point that it was hard not to use them."

After the meals, if you can call Micky D's a meal, Hannah picked up her backpack from the chair beside her. "Bathroom?" She ask her new friend, as she headed off to the back of the restaurant.

In the ladies room, the two waited for the handicapped stall.

From her seat on the voting booth, Sally watched as her friend pulled her skirt and a vinyl underskirt up around her waist, pulled down her pantyhose and plastic panties, and began undoing the tapes of her diaper. The thing was even thicker than her favourite West Coast 24s. And pink... And soaked.

"Girl! How many times have you wet that thing? Sally whispered.

"I don't know. Seven or eight times I guess? I really don't hold it more than eight or ten minutes at a time. Some times I even dribble a bit. Hay. You want to come over to the dorm and hang?"

"OK." Was all Sally said as she watched Hannah tape the new diaper into place and pull up the pink plastic panties.
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Hannah's dorm room was one of three arranged around a central common room, with a single bath and a small 'kitchenette'. Hannah's privet space had had the second loft, of a non-existent roommate, removed, leaving her room for a small sofa and mini fridge. The extra closet was almost empty except for several packs of diapers, a small stack of plastic panties, and a collection of powders and lotions. A single adult size babyish pinafore “diaper dress” (it was more like a blouse than a dress it was so short.) a couple ABDL shortalls, and a denim bib skirt all hung from the rod over the diaper pail as well.

In the second closet hung most of Hannah’s ‘street clothes'. Sally quickly realized Hannah was a really femmie, girly girl. There was only the single pair of blue jeans hanging in the closet. Everything else was either a skirt, or a dress, a skirt and blazer business suit... most of Hannah’s tops had darts in them to make room for the girls massive boobs. One of the three onezees in the closet even read “Daddy’s little angel” across the front.

“Girl... Don’t you ever wear anything but heels?” almost everything on the floor of the closet was between a two and a half or three inch heel. Only a couple of pairs of skimmers and a pair of white Mary Jane’s lacked any heel.

“No.” Replied Hannah. “I hate most flats. They just look too... man ish? To me.”

In the common room were the usual heavy, (Can't brake these with out getting drunk and breaking your hand.) sofa, table & chairs, desks and three bookshelves, one for each of the adjoining bedrooms, and books.

Two old-fashion footlockers, one with Hannah's name stencilled on, were serving as coffee tables.

As Hannah showed her new girl friend around the place she noticed Sally's eyes drifting back to the stack of pink diapers. Hannah smiled.

"Lay down on the sofa." She told Sally. As she retrieved a pink diaper and started to unfold it.

Both Hannah and Sally grinned uncontrollably as the blond moved her hair out of the way, laid down, arched her back up off the sofa and slid her blue jeans and panties down. Revealing her hairless princess parts.

The plastic backing made crinkling noises as Hannah slid it up under Sally's naked butt.

As the last of the tapes were pulled over into place, Hannah's hand lingered in the crotch of the diaper.

Electing an “Oh!” from Sally.

Hannah quickly snapped her hand back, realizing what she'd just dun.

But Sally was just as quick to reach out and grab the hand. “No... Please.. Don't you even dare stop.” She smiled, guiding her lover's hand back to the crinkling diaper with her left hand, as her right gently pulled Hannah's face closer to her own. Hannah didn't even try to resist.

Hannah wasn’t certain whether to concentrate on the kiss or her search for her lover's clitoris through the thick padding. She was pretty certain she'd found what she was looking for. But...

Sally's sudden moaning through the kiss confirmed she'd gotten it right.
“Oh Jehovah! She's a moaner too. Hannah thought to herself trying not to grin as the two continued the passionate kiss.
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Afterwards... With thirty minutes left until there next classes... and Hannah's 4 roommates out to classes of there own. The two actually had the common room to themselves for some time.

As Hannah made ice coffee for the two. Sally took the time to check out the books in the bookcase next to the little room where the two had just made love. The top half of the cabinet was pretty much what she'd expected, class textbooks, the titles of which made it obvious the owner was in medical school... a copy of the Physician's Desk Reference. But the thing that really cough her attention was the contents of the lower shelves. Arthur C Clark, Larry Niven, Frank Herbert, Wendy Pen, JRR Tolkien, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, The Time Machine, Two Thousand And One A Space Odyssey, Elf Quest, Star Wars, a pare of Star Trek scripts, Glactica... some of the best science fiction and fantasy of the last two hundred years and more.

The coffee Hannah handed to Sally was both sweet and creamy. “Mmm... What did you make this with? Cream?”

“No.” Hannah replied. “Half and Half. It's my grandmothers recipe.”

Click, Click.

The door to the hallway opened and three of Hannah's roommates tumbled in, giggling and chatting among themselves. Until they saw that the room was already occupied.

“Hay Hannah. Who's your friend?”

Hannah and Sally looked at each other... and burst out laughing.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2022 at 8:05 PM
Content: And yes. I know I've misspelled 'onezee'. But my text-to-speech program mispronounces it if I spell it right.

Chapter 3. Homebodies
Hannah wasn't used to having this sort of money. True, her family were comfortable. But she wasn't used to having a real house. Her parents had always had apartments. Her daddy, Robert, had spent nearly thirty six years in the same office, and had never owned a NEW car. So if not for the fact of her scholarship, Hannah knew full well, her parents would never have been able to afford medical school. She'd spent most of her time in college, living the cliché of the starving student.

Sally on the other hand, had money and was used to it. Not only was her dad the sort who, given a couple months heads up, could drop a few hundreds of thousands of dollars... cash, to get a small house off campus, for his only daughter. Sally also had money of her own. Her maternal grandfather had left her a sizable trust of her own. Granted, three quarters of it was in stocks and bonds that the girl couldn't get at until her twenty first birthday, but even just that part that was liquid was way more than enough for the two girls' immediate needs.

Consequently the little nine hundred square foot, two bedrooms one bath, red brick, Sally eventually led her new lover to was small. By her own standards. But for one or two college students, it was more than adequate. The house sat on a half acre that backed up to the south on to a wooded five acre lot. The majority of the windows faced to the south, back yard, affording both natural lighting and privacy.

Most of the living and dining room furniture was real hardwood walnut, and oozed taste. But then... where most people would have used throw pillows, Sally had used stuffed animals... In loo of an easy chair? A truly massive bentwood rocking chair, almost more a loveseat, sat in one corner of the room, beside a playpen with a seven foot tall teddy bear, that could be used like an oversized beanbag. Scattered around the room were a half dozen Barbie dolls in various states of undress. And a truly massive three and a half foot tall three storey dollhouse, of real oak, sat in the corner, with a pair of the Barbie dolls sitting on the bed together. The blue ray beneath the sixty two inch TV hosted a small library oh Hannah Barbera, Pixair and Disney movies. And a massive two-way fireplace of fieldstone, separated all this from a dining room just barely big enough for the table, six chairs and the tiny hutch in the corner.

The back bedroom had been converted into Sally's study. With three mini towers. A microphone, keyboard and a twelve-string guitar had been slaved to one of the towers. This in turn led to an amplifier and then on to fore tall speaker towers. "Egg cartons" covered all the walls, to deaden any echoes.

But of course it was the bedroom Hannah wanted to see. And Sally didn't disappoint .

The room had been dun in a pail blue on three of the walls, with an accent wall of light grey, with Blinker Bell and My Little Horsey fatheads on the walls. The massive king size, real oak, slay bed stood almost thirty inches off the floor, with a truly massive Disney princesses quilt hanging over the sides, to match the drapes. Beneath the quilt were real SILK sheets, soaker pads, and a plastic sheet. The matching dresser had a stack of a dozen West Coast 24s, And a thirty two inch TV sitting on it. Beneath the six foot long, adult changing table were stacks of thick cotton night diapers, baby print plastic panties, lotions, powders, a jar of oversized diaper pins, and all other manner of changing supplies. Two matching Disney princesses diaper pails sat at opposite ends of the table. The two nightstands beside the bed. And it all matched. There could be no question that it had all been purchased as a set.

But... Hannah realised something about the massive bed wasn’t quite right... When Sally saw the quizzical look on Hannah’s face, as she studied the bed, trying to figure it out for herself. Sally simply reached across and flip the big quilt up... Revealing the bed’s side rail.

Hannah stood there agape, remembering her own little crib. And watching as her new girlfriend raised the rail up into place. This was no tiny bed for a baby. This one was monstrous big. Way more than enough room for the two.

But all Hannah could think of was her little bed at grandma Appelbaum's... And her grandmother on the floor of the little kitchen.

She’d tried to wake the woman, as soon as she’d first walked into the kitchen and found her. But that first touch of the cold body... Hannah had immediately called nine one one, In the hope she’d been wrong... And then her dad... But in reality? She’d already known.

So, when the police and the EMTs had shown up, she’d been the one that had first found grandma, and she’d had to answer all the questions for the police... And then there were the questions from the coroner... And the questions from... And the questions from the... It seemed as if there had always been another someone with another question. And in all of that, Hannah had never had the time to properly grieve her Grandma’s passing.

Hannah watched with a lump in the back of her throat, as Sally dropped the rail back down, to climb up onto the bed.

The bed was beautiful... It was perfect... And all Hannah could see was grandma Appelbaum. And her little crib in the room at the back of that old house.

“Hay... What’s wrong?” Ask Sally, as she turned around, on her knees, on the bed, plopped her butt down as saw the look on the brunette’s face.

“Oh... Nothing really. I was just remembering someone.” Hannah replied, her thoughts returning to the moment.

“Where on earth did you ever find something like this?” Hannah ask. Running her hand over the carving in the footboard. And quickly changing the subject.

“There’s this little brick and mortar ABDL boutique out in Los Angeles, that has this really talented pair of cabinet makers.” Sally explained. “They normally only make the beds. But I commissioned the full nursery set from them... If you pull out the bottom drawer of that nightstand... It’s not a drawer. They hid a step stool in it, for getting in and out of here... Come on up.” Sally invited.

Sally watched Hannah climb up into the massive bed and join her. The two could clearly make out the crinkling sound of the protective plastic sheet, beneath all the bedding, as they worked there way around on there knees, sliding the crib rails up into place. Each side giving out a firm “Snap!” as it locked into the head and footboards. And then rustled even louder, as the two dropped back onto the bed giggling.

“I always love it here.” said Sally. “It always feels so safe. I think this is my favourite place in the whole house.”

In reply, Hannah rolled onto her side and propped herself up facing Sally... and kissed her. “Thank you for showing me all this.” She whispered.

Sally rolled to face Hannah... And popped her thumb into her mouth.

Hannah giggled, drop down off her arm, and stuck her own thumb in her mouth.

Within five minutes both of the girls were sound asleep. One arm holding the other close... and with the other, sucking their thumbs.
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Thirty minutes later when Hannah awoke, she found the two exactly as she remembered, still in each others embrace... and checked Sally’s watch. Twelve minutes until her next class. And she needed to change her wet diaper... Better just to forget about it, and borrow Stevens notes on Friday.

Once again Hannah drifted off. Still in her lovers embrace.
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The two nightstands beside the bed were filled with ‘toys’. Hannah THOUGHT she’d seen pretty much all the sorts of sex-toys out there for sale on Amazonian... but there were a couple of... them... in the drawer?

This in turn delighted Sally to no end. And the two spent the next few nights exploring some of the great, and even creative ideas for several different objects in the ‘toy drawers’.
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Question: What does a lesbian take on a second date?
Answer: Her toothbrush. Or so the old joke says.

Now, weather that's meant to be a comment on a lesbian's breath following oral sex, or on the "nesting" tendency of women, Hannah wasn't all that certain. But in her own defence... Hannah didn't bring her toothbrush until there fifth night together, along with her sofa, mini fridge and microwave, her laptop and teddy bear, her footlockers of science fiction and fantasy books, and her cloths, including half a case of 'Pawz4theCawz' pink diapers, a dozen cotton 'night' diapers, half a dozen vinyl panties, and a pinafore, ‘dress’, too short to hide the matching lace bottom panty...

And to be honest it was really about time. Hannah hadn't been back to her dorm room in fore days.

Life in the Sally/Hannah household quickly settled down into a routine, of classes and studies, lunch, more classes and studies. Supper, cuddling in the big rocking chair as the two watched the news... Cartoon Studio on the bedroom TV as the two made love together through the thick night diapers.

But... Don't get the impression it was all fun and love in the home of Hannah and Sally. The two had there first... Well. It wasn't exactly a fight. Perhaps 'disagreement' would be a better way to say it, about two weeks after Hannah moved in.

Hannah returned home from class that Tuesday afternoon, to find a strange, brand-new, Escape setting in her spot in the driveway... With a massive red bow on top.
Hannah didn't want it. But she new she needed it. And even though she knew Sally was trying hard to do right by her. It still hurt her deeply to think that Sally would try to buy her love that way. And yet on the other hand Sally quietly admitted she’d never really had a “friendship” before that hadn't involved what she could get for the other.

And Hannah found herself quietly accepting the keys to the gift, while thinking of what a sad commentary it was on the society around the two.

Hannah finally thanked Sally with a bear hug, and drove the two to Tuesday night group.
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Sunday afternoon matinée at the local multiplex... and Tuesday evening group, both became part of the weekly routine for the two lovebirds. Normally the show was a G or PG feature length cartoon, Evil Mittens, or Turn Inside Out, a couple of colas and a medium popcorn with extra butter.

At group, Robert And Jeff finally admitted they'd started rooming together for more than just the chance to wear diapers full-time. that in turn made the two couples the group's "LGBT click". And the two men quickly joined the girls for Sunday matinée.
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Over summer break, Sally and Hannah began hosting the Tuesday night ABDL support group meetings, in their own backyard. turning them into something more like a ‘munch’. As the grill produced hot dogs, burgers, and even a few bratwurst.

What with all this quiet, and private space, more and more of the group gradually became comfortable showing up In their finest ‘baby wear’. Almost everyone was diapered by there third get together back there. And the lawn mower, rakes and other yard implements, disappeared from the little shed, so that it could become the gang’s ‘changing station’.

Inspired by her girlfriend’s bravery, Sally ordered her own diaper dress to match Hannah’s. And began spending her Tuesdays in the backyard with the lace Ruffles of her diaper cover peeking out from below the hem of her ‘dress’.
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In her entire life Sally had never imagined this kind of freedom. Freedom to be yourself... to be, herself. To be the little she’d always been... on the inside. Hannah gave Sally the permission she craved. The permission to wear a diaper without feeling dirty. Or calling herself all sorts of vile names for using it. It was all vary intoxicating. And, the truth be told, her grades might have begun to slip, if not for Hannah’s insistence that the two keep their noses firmly planted in their books.

Quietly Sally eventually found herself admitting that Hannah was one of the best things that had ever happened in her life. The girl never ask for anything more than Sally was prepared to give... She seemed to want nothing of any real monetary value. And yet, in return Hannah gave Sally this new sense of freedom that she had never imagined. And at the same time kept her grounded.

And it wasn’t like Sally had ever imagined either. There wasn’t any of that sub/dom thing that she’d so often read about. The dynamic between them was more like they were sisters... Or twin sisters that accepted each other, as is, and loved each other.

To say that Sally loved Hannah, and/or the other way round, would have been the understatement of the entire decade. In reality the two would have been hard-pressed not to have fallen head over heels for one another. There was so much they had in common. so much they were willing to share with one another. And just enough difference about each to make it interesting.

Sally was totally into her music. She was perfectly happy to spend hours in front of her keyboard, or sitting with her guitar in her lap, writing poetry and music to take to the Tuesday night open mic at the local Sunbucks.

Hannah on the other hand was a total bookworm. Always happy to plant herself in front of her next textbook... or a fantasy novel... or the newest paper from the u of m astronomy department describing some strange new phenomena of black holes.

So the two were perfectly happy to give the other some space to be unique. And yet, at the end of the day they were still together in the big bed. Content in each other’s arms.
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It was on the couple’s third night together, some time after two, that Hannah, still half asleep, became aware of Sally carefully extricating herself from Hannah’s arms.

“What's wrong?” Ask Hannah.

“Shhh! It’s okay.” replied Sally softly. “I'm just getting up to go to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”

“Why?” Ask Hannah. “You’re in a diaper. Just use it.”

“I can’t.” admit it Sally softly. “I can never get it started when I’m laying down.”

Hannah, her mind still half in the fog of sleep, reached out with her right hand, drawing Sally’s face in for a kiss. While with her left, her thumb still sloppy with spittle, began walking her fingers across Sally’s lower abdomen. Pressing first here... And now there... and again just under the bellybutton...

“What the hell is she do...ing?” And suddenly, Sally knew, or at least she thought she knew.

Sally's pelvic floor began to relax. She was still in control. Or at least she was pretty certain she was. But the hot pee was flowing from her, out into the soft cotton, and down the crack of her butt.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Sally whispered in amazement.

Hannah just smiled through the sleepy fog. “From now on, just before you come to bed? Drink a glass of water and wet a little bit in your diaper...” Hannah yond... It’ll give you body permission to finish the job since it’s already wet.” And drifted back to sleep.
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Inspired by Hannah's daring to go diapered round the clock. Sally began more and more, to wear her own diapers outside the house, and using them, more and more. Finally by the Thursday night of the forth week of that summer, the two made the rounds through the house, checking the laundry... and the hamper in the bathroom, finding almost all of Sally's 'big girl panties’ to toss in with the garbage at the curb, for pickup the next morning. Sally'd finally made up her mind, she was much happier wearing diapers and was ready to go twenty fore/seven.
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Hannah was torn... She hadn't planned to do her residency at U of M. But now... With a girlfriend and a real home... Hannah didn't want to give up her relationship with Sally. And yet she didn't want to in-tern here, where the laws were so 'draconian', to the state's LGBT population. But then there was the house to consider too. Hannah had never had a HOUSE before. Growing up it had always been apartments. This was a type of security that was holly new to the woman. Who was really loath to even ask her lover to give it up to traipse halfway across the continent and start over.

At least a dozen nights were spent snuggled together beneath the big comforter, with Robot Pigeon playing on the TV as the two tried to figure out what to do.
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To: DrPengelly@foothospital.com skippengelly@yippy.com
Daddy, would you and Skip please join me and a few friends for thanksgiving dinner here at my house? We have some news to tell you about.
Love u both
Sally

To: sallypengelly@uofm.edu
You're not pregnant are you?
Love you too kid
Dad

To: drpengelly@foothospitle.com
DADDY! No I am not having a baby. Just come to dinner and we'll all talk then
Love
Sally
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The playpen had been stashed away up in the attic. In it's place sat Hannah's sofa and the Christmas tree. The bedding had been exchanged for an Amish quilt and the drapes swapped for some suitably lacy substitutes. All of the diapers were out of sight.

Hannah's family had shown up almost thirty minutes early... and were sitting with the girls around the dining table, Enjoying the smell of the roasting turkey in the oven, having tea, and catching up... When the door bell rang.

Sally jumped to her feet. “Daddy!” she squealed running for the door.
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Sally opened the door. The man and the boy standing on the porch were both, like Sally, blonds. The man looked to be in his fifties, with a reseeding hairline, thick black rim glasses, and a massive grin.

The young boy was maybe all of eleven or twelve, with a fresh buzz cut and a grin nearly as big as Sally's
“Daddy! Skip!”

The three fell into a massive group hug.

“Come in you two. Come see what we've dun with the place.”

“Everyone this is my father Doctor Joseph Pengelly and my brother Skip. Daddy, Skip this is Mr. Robert And Audrey Ephraim, and there daughter, and my roommate, Hannah.

Hands were shaken and Hellos made all around.
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With a grand total of nine hundred square feet of house to show off, it didn't take long to get to the study. Sally tried to explain to the others all of her computers... but Skip seemed the only one interested or even able to follow the talk of motherboards, CPUs, RAM... “OK try this then.” Sally clicked on a file on the monitor.

The six of them stood in the center of the room listening to Hannah and Sally's harmonizing the old Captain and Tennille song, 'Love will keep us together', in G Major, from the speakers.

“Waite a minute.” interrupted Doctor Pengelly. “If the... this bedroom's being used as a study/... Then where is Hannah sleeping... Oh... Oh no. Not my kid! No way!'

“Daddy.” Sally interrupted him in return.

“No way is my kid a kitty puncher!”

“Daddy. Stop. You always knew I liked girls better.”

“I knew no such thing!”

“Then why did you think I didn't want to date Jimmy, back in twelfth grade?”

Doctor Pengelly Burst out laughing. “I just assumed you didn't want to get stuck with 'Horney' as a last name.”

The entire room erupted into laughter.

“And you did go to prom with Scot.”

“Daddy! You knew Scotty was just as gay as Rock Hudson.”

“I knew no such... He was?”

Sally nodded at her father.

“Wow. Imagine that. Scot Blackstone a sausage smuggler?”

“Daddy!... Don't use those words. Would you call the Ephraims 'Kikes'?”

“No. Of course not. Why would you even think I'd say such a...”

“Then don't use those words. And besides Hannah and I didn't ask you here to fight.”

“Yes. Why did you ask us all here?” ask Hannah's mom Audrey.

Chapter 4. Niagara
13 hundred hours Friday 26th June 2015.
Mr.& Mrs Robert & Audrey Ephraim and Doctor Joseph T Pengelly are pleased to extend there heartfelt invitation to your family to join them in celebration of the union of there daughters Hannah D Ephraim and Sally K Pengelly in blessed and holly matrimony.
At Niagara New York aboard the Made Of The Mist at 1PM on the 26th of June in the year of our lord 2015. Services to be officiated by Captain Malcolm T Retires Commanding Officer Maid Of The Mist, The Right Reverend Kenneth R. Kennedy and Rabba Janet Abraham.------
“The two of us hadn't really PLANNED it the way it turned out. We just wanted to thumb our noses at the state, and make it legal despite there fraked up laws. But the day of our wedding was the same day that the US Supreme Court finally made our marriage legal in all 50 states. What we did plan was that as long as it was still not being recognized back home, we'd do it in New York and in Canada. We'd put one foot on each side of the line and let the captain make it legal in two countries. We even picked Rabba Abraham specifically because she's from Canada. Everyone had to wear those heavy yellow raincoats, except the two of us. And our fathers. We'd had the plastic sewn over each of our dresses, as a part of each of our gowns, and our dad's tuxedos. It almost felt like a fetish thing.

As it happened it was only like two or three hours before we stepped off that the court announced there decision. In one way it sort of stole our moment. But in the other we were legal! It didn't matter anymore where we wanted to live. It was all any of our guests could talk about. Right up until one o'clock, when Sally and Doctor Pengelly, and daddy and I, all started up the length of the boat to where the Captain waited with Rev. Kennedy and Rabba Abraham at the bow.”
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Hannah's POV
Suffice to say the sound of the falls was almost deafening. You can barley hear yourself, let alone anyone else. And the deck was soaked. Captain Retires had used the GPS to positioned the boat exactly on the line between the US and Canada, and dropped three anchors to keep us there, where we could literally put one foot in New York and the other in Ontario.

At the bow of the boat Captain Retires was standing with one foot in each country. Rev Ken was on the US side of the boat and Rabba Janet was waiting for us in Canada.

Hannah and I were in absolutely perfectly matched gowns, with translucent Perl white vinyl over each. and white, tights with lace ruffles on the butt, under fore layers of taffeta underskirts. Hannah got to wear her favourite white maryjanes, and I wore three inch heels, so that we were closer to the same height. Even so there was still like fore inches difference between us.

Both of us, by that time, were going diapered twenty fore seven. Hannah was even starting to 'dribble' pretty much round the clock, So I know that by the time the two of us were ready to step off we were both wet. In one way it almost felt kinky, being led across the deck of the boat with that secret under our gowns... But it's not really a fetish or a kink Not to me anyway. Fetish and Kink are about sex. And to me, my diapers have almost nothing to do with sex. To me... it's about being able to give up all the grown up crap. And just to relax. It's sort of like Hannah's love of science fiction... It's escapism. Even if it's just for a little while, I get to forget about school and homework and my GPA and all the bills that come from keeping a home. I know it's not the sort of thing most people understand. That's one of the things I love about Hannah. She dose get it. I don't have to explain it to her, and to me that's really... important.
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Doctor Pengelly’s POV
As Mr Ephraim and I led our daughters to the bow of the Made Of The Mist, I couldn't help but think of how I wished her mother was still alive to be here... But then again.

You know? It's funny how life works out. When Sally was born, her mother and I had all these plans for her... and for Skip when he came along too. We dreamed that they'd both become doctors, maybe even become noteworthy surgeons in there own rights... They'd end up in marriages... Strait marriages. Give us a couple of grand kids each. Skip might even end up being President.

Neither of us ever even considered Sally'd end up a carpet muncher... married to a Jew... But we did get another Doctor in the family. So I guess it's not all bad. I just never thought it would be a dyke Jew doctor. Thank God her mother didn't live to see it. BUT... in the end it is her life. So all I could do is suck it up and smile. And wright the check. Hell there not even rich Jews.”
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Mr Ephraim’s POV
Doctor Pengelly and I walked both of the brides to beneath the huppah, that had been made in the 6 colors of the rainbow flag, to where the two copies of the wedding licences and ketubah between them waited.

Like the song says, “The times they are a changing.”
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Sally’s POV
We'd originally invited sixty, thirty from each of our families. We ended up with forty eight guest that made it. I was amazed... particularly considering my family. Far from sending an RSVP, my Uncle Steven sent a long rambling letter, quoting Leviticus and informing us that we would burn in hell for our gay ”lifestylend that he and aunt Ann will be trying to “pray the gay away” for me. So I'm thinking no toaster from them. And good God that man didn’t even know half this story!”

To Steve_Pengelly1951@Yeppy.com
Dear Uncle Steve,
If the motivation for your letter of 12 February 2015, is to convince me of the error of my ways, and that you know the only true path to appease God, and to salvation. Then you are going to need to answer three questions to my satisfaction.
1. If Jesus preached love and tolerance... and you are preaching this sort of hate... Who's work are you really doing?
2. Have you ever seen Dana Carvey on SNL as The Church Lady? “Satan Maybe?”
3. If Jesus preached love and tolerance... Do you honestly think he will condemn anyone for “Loving the wrong person?
BTW Have you ever read Galatians 5:4? You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace
Thank you for your time,
Sally Pengelly
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Captain Retires began quoting from the small book in his hands, in a booming voice that carried over the sound of the falls. “Since the days of wood and canvas, the men and women who have commanded, have accepted many responsibilities. But we have also enjoyed many privileges as well. One of those privileges is why we are gathered here today.”

Rabba Abraham took up the speech saying: “Judaism views marriage as the ideal human state. Both the Torah and the Talmud view them without a spouse as incomplete. This is demonstrated in several passages, one of which states that, 'Them who do not marry are not a complete person', and another that says, 'Any who has no spouse lives without joy, without blessing, and without goodness'.”

“Blessed art though, O Lord, King of the Universe, who created mirth and joy, and brides, gladness, jubilation, dancing, and delight, love and sisterhood, peace and fellowship. Quickly, O Lord our God, may the sound of mirth and joy be heard in the streets of Judah and Jerusalem, the voice of bride and bride, jubilant voices of brides from their canopies and youths from the feasts and song. Blessed art though, O Lord, who makes these brides rejoice.”

“And Ruth said unto Naomi: 'Entreat me not to leave thee, Or to return from following after thee: For whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, And thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If ought but death part thee and me.”

Rev. Ken took up the ceremony then asking; “Hannah Ephraim... Sally Pengelly... Have you each come here today, in the sight of both God, and these witnesses, of your own accord?”

“Yes. I have.” Replied the two in unison.

“And having given this decision all its due considerations. Have you each made this journey with a mind certain in the intent to be joined as one, in the eyes of our God, The laws of our nations, the eyes of these witnesses, and the harts of you both?” ask Captain Retires.

“Yes. We have.” Hannah and Sally answered, each reaching for the others hand.

Sally's 5 year old cousin Richard, acting as the rings bearer, stepped foreword with a grin on his face. This was his moment for some attention, as he handed over the rings to Ken and Janet.

“Dear Heavenly Father, who created each of us to love and to be loved by You and by others, we pray your heavenly blessings on these rings and on the couple who will wear them.” Intoned the Rabba Abraham.

The Right Reverend Kennedy took up the prayer saying “As these rings encircle their fingers, may your divine and constant love encircle their hearts. Thank you, that the value of these rings far surpasses that of gold and diamonds. They are merely symbols of the priceless commitment of this marriage covenant. May the blessings and power of the Holy Spirit be upon the wearers of these rings during the ups and downs of daily life. May they travel life together as a family, joined together as one. May their wisdom grow along with their knowledge of each other’s unique character and spirit. May there be grace in times of conflict, an ability to communicate during misunderstandings and a deep sense of belonging to each other.”

Captain Retires stepped in as the rings were handed to the brides.
“Hannah Ephraim, if you are prepared, here and now, to promise to keep yourself, heart, sole and body, only for this woman? Until death do you part, then place this ring upon her.

“Sally Pengelly, I will keep myself only for you.” Recited Hannah. As she slid the ring onto her finger.

“Sally Pengelly, if you are prepared, here and now, to promise to keep yourself, heart sole and body, only for this woman? Until death do you part, then place this ring upon her.

“Hannah Ephraim, I will keep myself only for you.” Replied Sally, sliding the other ring onto Hannah.

“Sally Pengelly... Hannah Ephraim... Seal your love with a kiss. Instructed the Captain of the boat, over the din of the falls.

“Friends! I am honoured to introduce to all of you, Mrs. Sally Pengelly- Ephraim... and Mrs. Hannah Ephraim-Pengelly.”
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“Thank Jehovah!” Exclaimed Hannah as the two stepped into there bridal sweet at the Niagara Classic. “Turn around and I'll unzip you... We've got twenty minutes until the reception. Do you need changed?”

Sally nodded yes to her wife, before turning her back to her. “You must be soaked by now too.”

The two girls helped each other out of there gowns and taffeta... snapped open the sides of the vinyl panties, and opened the tapes.

“Tell you what... Let's make it forty minutes, and we can be fashionably late to our own party.” Sally whispered as she pulled her... wife down onto the massive bed, and slid her hand down Hannah's stomach. The two fell into an embrace and kissed, there tongs each exploring the other again, as Sally's finger slid inside and found Hannah's g spot.

“Oh shit!” moaned Hannah as the warmth and excitement began to spread through her body.

“OK.” Giggled Sally. “But you'll need another shower if you do.”

“I'm thinking we both should shower, unless you want to go smelling of pee.” Hannah giggled, squirming from under Sally, jumping from the bed and running for the bathroom... With Sally close behind.

The shower in this room was a massive thing. At least five by fore feet. More than enough room for the two laughing women.

As the warm water began to play over there shoulders, the two once again fell into there passionate embrace. There hands exploring and searching for the other's most sensitive spots.

The difference in the height of the two, made it no big issue for sally's mouth to find Hannah's breast. As her finger continued to slide in and out of Hannah's crotch, her tong began to explore the areola and nipple of her left breast.

Hannah moaned and shivered as the hot waves of pleasure again began to build in her.

“Oh crap... Oh crap... Oh shit yes!” Hannah screamed as the waves of her climax flowed over her like the hot water of the shower, and for several seconds the woman was only vaguely aware of her surroundings.

As Hannah finally, once again, became aware of the world around her, she also felt hot pee flowing from her, over Sally's hand and down her leg.

“Oh shit! I'm sorry.” Hannah began in a panic.

“'Don't be.” was all Sally replied in that soft whisper that Hannah found so sexy.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2022 at 8:57 PM
Content: Goddess! Just reading it over again here. It's still full of typos.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 28, 2022 at 12:00 AM
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Yoroshu said:

Umm, yes. Text to speech may not have been a great idea, considering a lot of English words are not exactly written the same way they are spoken..

On another note, I loved the story. Good writing, only some weird words here and there.

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Yoroshu,Thank you for the encouragement. It really does help to know that I'm somewhere close to a proper track on this story. I may even continue it after all.

Yes. I know. I spotted several of the typos myself, looking over the posting, after it went up, and unfortunately I can't seem to find the edit function.
There were several scenes written into the story later on. That don't appear in the first version of the story. That seem to be where a lot of the typos are predominant.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 28, 2022 at 5:31 AM
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baby664 said:

conches I'm assuming is "conscious"

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Yes the typos get really thick in spots I guess.
"Sorry about that chief.,"

Love your Romulin BOP by the way.
You're a treker I take it?
STC? TNG? DS9?....?

Recently I've been liking STLD a LOT

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 29, 2022 at 12:14 AM
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kerry said:

After two days of staring at this story and wishing I didn't have to read it...mostly due to its formatting, which I find hard to deal with, but also due to its length and to that disclaimer you wrote warning that it might still be too "racy," which would potentially violate ADISC standards...I have finally completed it, and I am happy to report to all of those similarly daunted by length and formatting (and a whirlwind of typos) that this is a really sweet, pretty well-written story. Congrats, ESPF.

About those reservations, which may well keep readership low on this one, I have a few pieces of advice (either for revisiting this one or for your next one):

Skip lines! Unlike many beginning writers, who present their pieces in the dreaded "big block o'text" format with neither line breaks nor ¶ breaks, you have tried to keep track of reasonably accurate paragraphing. Still, though, you'd be doing yourself a huge favor by skipping lines between ¶s as well as just hitting "return." Blank space on a page makes things much less crowded and much less daunting for the reader. (Indenting the start of new ¶s can also be helpful.)
There is nothing wrong with a long story, goodness knows, but it is usually a better idea to serialize it, presenting it to the forum broken into "chapters" or "sections" or whatever. Again: starting a lengthy piece that suddenly appears all at once is daunting.
There really is very little sex here other than the one scene with a mention of finding a clitoris. Honestly, it didn't seem particularly bad to me, but it does violate the "keep it PG-13" thing. It would be almost nothing to remove the specificity there, and you should do it.
I also have a couple of other comments:

Yes, it still needs a lot of proofreading.
The reactions of Sally's father are ridiculously excessive. He comes across as someone who is not really bigoted but uses severely bigoted language anyway. And he contradicts himself: even in the section from his POV, he starts by saying he wishes her mother could have seen this and ends by relating how happy he is that she didn't. It feels to me as if you were not wholeheartedly invested in his bigotry, but maybe including it just to give the piece some kind of conflict. That may be a good reason, but not if you can't commit to it. As it is, he just seems to like saying nasty, insulting, and ridiculous things for no real reason.
Hannah is introduced as someone who has never toilet trained, but later on seems to be fully capable (if unwilling) to hold her urine and even speaks of telling a "lie" to U of M about her medical needs. Odd.
The Maid of the Mist wedding is really adorable.
The "headings" defining POV etc. are intrusive. Far better would be to write segues into the text. Or maybe do away with multiple POVs entirely?
Congrats on a nice first story! It has issues, but it shows both effort and promise.

kerry

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Dear Kerry,
Thank you so much for both your praise. (It's comments such as yours that actually help motivate me to keep going at this)... and some helpful pointers/criticisms... I'll try to keep them ALL in mind. As I work to polish this turd.

It's obvious that you really have read it... So I'm guessing my 'humour' wasn't as funny as I thought it might be. Oh well.

Thank goddess... Someone has realised I'm trying to write Dr. Pengelly as a totaly biggited right-wing asshole. In the same vane as Mr. T-Rump. I was even starting to think I hadn't made him 'evil enough'. (That's not as easy as it at first sounds. As I personally really don't understand the 'logic' that motivates people to behave that way.) But. As I've said before. This isn't a standalone short story. Rather, this is only the first act (introduce the characters), of a three act story.
And my second act (the Shi* hits the fan), needs Dr. Pengelly to reveal his true colours, as a total homophob... zenaphob, masoginest. In order to be the antagonist, that moves this story along. But at the same time. I don't want him to just be a two-dimensional 'mustache twirling villain'. I want him to have internal conflicts regarding his own motivations. (I'm not after just another 'Snidely Whiplash' here.) In this case his love of his family, his daughter and son are unshakable. Even when she comes out of the closet. And behaves in a way that he disapproves of. I want that as something I can play with later in this story, to give him at least some small redeeming quality.
So... When I wrote that seen as, "I wish she'd lived to see this... I'm glad she didn't." It was deliberat. And not just to confuse the reader. It's ment to show his conflict over he's daughter's choosing to marry a woman. I'm not certain that makes much sence yet? But hopefully it will start to as act too progresses.

Hanna's telling the administration that she's MEDICALLY incontant, when she knows she could toilet train... Is a bit of a 'white lie'. So I'm wondering what the issues is that you're seeing?

This posting was a simple cut&paste over from my MS Word. Trust me. I had it looking real spiffy in their.
I used a pink cursive script for the wedding invitation
I reset to a bold block tipe for the chapter and POV brakes.

I had it spaced out, to break it up and make it easier for the eyes to keep on tracking properly.

All the corporate names wer italicized
And then... I pasted it into here... and it all reverted to plain text. Aaaaak!!!

Now... All that having been said I really do appreciate all of your insights/inputs/creatque. A couple have proven to me 'I'm on the right track'. And any additional insights you would like to post I'll be more than happy to hear/talk about/consider...

And again... Thank you so much.
ESPF

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Mar 30, 2022 at 8:46 AM
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kerry said:

After two days of staring at this story and wishing I didn't have to read it...mostly due to its formatting, which I find hard to deal with, but also due to its length and to that disclaimer you wrote warning that it might still be too "racy," which would potentially violate ADISC standards...I have finally completed it, and I am happy to report to all of those similarly daunted by length and formatting (and a whirlwind of typos) that this is a really sweet, pretty well-written story. Congrats, ESPF.

About those reservations, which may well keep readership low on this one, I have a few pieces of advice (either for revisiting this one or for your next one):

Skip lines! Unlike many beginning writers, who present their pieces in the dreaded "big block o'text" format with neither line breaks nor ¶ breaks, you have tried to keep track of reasonably accurate paragraphing. Still, though, you'd be doing yourself a huge favor by skipping lines between ¶s as well as just hitting "return." Blank space on a page makes things much less crowded and much less daunting for the reader. (Indenting the start of new ¶s can also be helpful.)
There is nothing wrong with a long story, goodness knows, but it is usually a better idea to serialize it, presenting it to the forum broken into "chapters" or "sections" or whatever. Again: starting a lengthy piece that suddenly appears all at once is daunting.
There really is very little sex here other than the one scene with a mention of finding a clitoris. Honestly, it didn't seem particularly bad to me, but it does violate the "keep it PG-13" thing. It would be almost nothing to remove the specificity there, and you should do it.
I also have a couple of other comments:

Yes, it still needs a lot of proofreading.
The reactions of Sally's father are ridiculously excessive. He comes across as someone who is not really bigoted but uses severely bigoted language anyway. And he contradicts himself: even in the section from his POV, he starts by saying he wishes her mother could have seen this and ends by relating how happy he is that she didn't. It feels to me as if you were not wholeheartedly invested in his bigotry, but maybe including it just to give the piece some kind of conflict. That may be a good reason, but not if you can't commit to it. As it is, he just seems to like saying nasty, insulting, and ridiculous things for no real reason.
Hannah is introduced as someone who has never toilet trained, but later on seems to be fully capable (if unwilling) to hold her urine and even speaks of telling a "lie" to U of M about her medical needs. Odd.
The Maid of the Mist wedding is really adorable.
The "headings" defining POV etc. are intrusive. Far better would be to write segues into the text. Or maybe do away with multiple POVs entirely?
Congrats on a nice first story! It has issues, but it shows both effort and promise.

kerry

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There. That look any better?

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Apr 1, 2022 at 7:06 AM
Content: Thank you
I didn't think you were going to reread the thing.
I just figured you'd glance at it. And see exactly what you saw. That I'd tryed to fix it up a bit.

As for Hannah's refusing to toilet train being 'strange'...

I have actually drawn from a real kid I know, to wright that aspect of her.

The first time I met him, he was already seven, smart as hell, in 3rd grade already, and as far as I could tell, a total loner. He steadfastly refused to play with the other kids that first time I met him. He just laid on his stomach on the floor, doing homework, and BMed himself.

His mom and I were sitting at the dining room table talking when we realize.

As his mom changed him she was complaining that he'd outgrown toddler size diapers, and how expensive Attends are.
As far as I know the kid's never even owned a pair of underwear. And by that I mean I've never actually pressed his mother on that subject. When your ABDL, you tend (or at least I do.) To be acutely aware/concerned that this could be misinterpreted as some form of pedophilia. And so I've always steered a wide course around the subject when it comes to him.

That first meeting was maybe, eight years ago now? I haven't seen him in six or seven months. But last I knew he was still in diapers.
So yes. I get that her backstory seems odd. It may even read like something someone in here would right as there own fantasy. But no. I've based almost all these characters on people I've actually known over the years.

I really do know a 'Right Reverend Kenneth' (Not his real name) and he really dose lead an LGBT storefront church. And I know a real Dr Pengelly, (Again not his real name.) who's a totally homophobic ass. And really dose fly into a total rage, whenever anyone mentions his son's husband.

So... I suppose... If these characters seem 'clumsy', that's probably on me. And on this being my first attempt at wrighting something like this. Or possibly even on my trying to reinterpret them into characters that fit the story I'm telling?

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: May 1, 2022 at 2:27 AM
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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Sep 4, 2022 at 6:33 AM
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WendyLittle said:

Nice start, I agree with Kerry on the points they made.
However, a good start for a new writer. Please, also stop using text-speech if possibly you can, it's detracting from the flow of the story as there're punctuation problems, grammar and spelling issues caused by it.

On a much more positive note, I'm looking forward to reading more and seeing where it goes.

No more spoilers like there are above! Especially, in your explanations of the characters, as I really had no idea that Dr P was going to turn out to be a total bigot!

xxx

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Tina said:

Well, very nice story. I like it. Ok it is sometimes hard for me to understand, but that is 'cause english is not my mothers language. here are some more words I have to send to translation to understand. I see it from the side that I learn more
I would be happy to read more from Sally and Hennah.

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Wendy and Tina,
Thank you both.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: May 24, 2023 at 3:46 PM
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PrincessJudith said:

i loved this!!!!!

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Thank you Judith