When Hannah Met Sally -- (Author) ESPF
When Hannah Met Sally -- (Author) ESPF
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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jun 13, 2018 at 11:12 AM
Content: When Hannah met Sally
By Penny Ann French
Chapter 1 GROUP
Hannah finished pulling the last tape over onto the front of the diaper, pulled the yellow nursery print plastic panties back up over it, and snapped the crotch of her shortall closed. Stranding back up she checked herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She'd spent the last half hour breading 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 favorite 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 shed 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 favorite pink onezie 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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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 onezie as I had back at the house 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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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 knotted 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 couscous, and
B. What else is there to do on a Tuesday night? Go hang with Gama Bata Phie and get drunk?
Mostly the group was guys. You could see that about half we're diapered under their baggy lose fitting pants.
Group, back then, was in one of those mini mall , storefront churches. 'The Church of Christ's Love'. I looked it up latter. Turns out it's congregation was almost totally LGBT. A gay church? Who'd have thunk that?
“Oh God. Its all a bunch of horndogs.” I thought 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 here as some guy, (I learned latter 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 bun 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 shortfalls and T-shirt look sexy.
The group that night was the classic "support group" format. Rev. Ken, as the "host" started off with a "welcome" and we all followed that with a go around of interdictions, first names, majors, and whatever each of us were "comfortable" telling the rest about themselves... So...
It turned out almost everyone was premed, 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 didn't know"...
One claimed to really be bladed 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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"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, I found here the complete wreck I'd pretty much been expecting. She couldn't stop sobbing, as I raped 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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"Looking back now, I can't believe how scared I was that night. But it 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. But in the end, it was probably a good thing that I was wearing that night. In all my life I've only ever experienced a half dozen panic attacks like that. But that was my first time out of the house wearing a diaper like that every time I have, I've ended up both historical and wet. 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."
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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 able to speak again, I took her across the street, over to the Sunbuck's. Tuesday nights at our local Starbucks is open mike. Lots of guitars and singing and poitery, a couple of stand up comics. So the place was just noise 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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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. And... Not only is she hot... She's a lesbian too? Tell me that's not too cool!
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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 alum, and hart surgeon... and mommy's an investment counselor. 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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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 o 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 defend time.. And I didn't bring any extras with me.'
“Well, what brand are you wearing?' Hannah ask me after a second. Which I couldn't help but think was a bit personal. But...
“West Cost 24s.” I finally answered.
“Wait... You mean you've been throwing out 24s after just one pee? Girl those things hold like three letters. It'll hold a second wet,trust me.”
Slowly I sat back down and relaxed. My crotch was all worm again as the pee flooded the diaper again.
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We swapped phone numbers and emails, and Facebooks and Twiters 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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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. So that 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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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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AND as before this is the first draft of a first attempt at an ABDL themed story. Soooo... Any and all comments, and or constructive criticisms are not JUST welcome but also sought.
This is a learning curve so teach me. Please.