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 Emily's Adventures - XXIV (diaper, exhib, fg, ws)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

   Megan makes a new friend during her first class.

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   ï>¿ ï>¿ Little Megan sat down in her first class, freshman biology.  Her
diaper crinkled as she sat in the hard plastic chair.  She crossed her legs
to hide as much of them as she could.  The classroom was filled with black
tables that each sat two students.  Megan watched the students file into
the classroom.  She watched for the attractive girls, and took note when
they entered.  Typical teenage girls, they ranged in development from the
early bloomers to those that had yet to hit puberty.  Megan was by far the
youngest in the class (4 to 5 years younger than most of the girls
entering).  Megan was unusually smart for her age and had skipped several
grades throughout the years.  She had often felt like the outsider, but
this year she found she had new confidence since she had met and fallen in
love with Anna.  She didn't care about the weird looks anymore, or about
the whispering  -" she had friends  -" lovers, and could handle anything.

   This confidence of hers didn't stop her from blushing when a
particularly beautiful 13 year old girl sat down in the chair next to her.
"Hi, I'm Stephanie, but most people just call me Steph.  Is it okay if I
sit here?"

   "Yes, of course." Megan replied nervously.  Steph was a beautiful red
head with a spattering of freckles.  Her hair was in a bob cut and just
covered her ears.  She was tall and thin  -" Megan had admired her long
thin legs that stretched down from beneath her short denim shorts.  Her
chest had not yet developed, but Megan still appreciated her thin figure
beneath her tight t-shirt.  "I'm Megan.  It's nice to meet you." Megan
couldn't help but notice that Steph smiled awkwardly and blushed a little.

   "So, which school did you come from?" Steph asked nervously.

   "Moore," Megan replied, "and you?"

   "Smiley.  The first day is so exciting, don't you think?" Megan nodded
agreement.  She noticed that Steph was indeed excited about the first day
of school.  She had a new backpack which was stocked with new pens and
pencils, new pads of paper, folders, everything you would expect to need as
a freshman.  Her excitement was so innocent and cute.  Megan liked her.

   The girls continued to chat until class began, and even whispered back
and forth to each other throughout the class.  They had the same sense of
humor and a few times got glares from the teacher for giggling.  The
teacher was going to show an introductory short film and was having a
difficult time getting the tv to work.  While he pressed buttons, seemingly
at random, the girls continued to chat.

   "I love your outfit!" Steph said with enthusiasm.

   "Thanks." Megan blushed.

   "It's very sexy.  My mom wouldn't let me where anything let that." Steph
said in dismay.  "Your parents must be pretty cool."

   "I dunno," Megan confided.  "I didn't ask them.  I spent the night at a
friend's house last night and so they didn't see what I was wearing."

   "Wow!  What about your friend's parents?"

   "They're pretty easy going."

   "I wouldn't mind having parents like that!"

   "You should come with me next time . ." Megan blurted out.  Halfway
through the sentence she realized her mistake.  She didn't want to sound
too eager  -" she didn't want Steph to think she was desperate for friends.
She also didn't know how Steph would feel about what she and her friends
did for 'fun'.  But it was too late, she had already put the offer out
there.

   "I'd love to!" Steph said without hesitation.  "Sorry, its just that my
best friend just moved away and most of the other girls I know went to
different schools  -" we just moved into this district."

   "It's okay," Megan said reassuringly, "I didn't have any friends until
recently.  Most girls don't want to hang out with me because I'm so young,
and my family moves around a lot  -" we just got here at the beginning of
the summer."

   "How old are you?"

   "I'll be ten soon."

   "Wow.  How'd you get to be in highschool?"

   "I've skipped a few grades  -" my parents say I shouldn't waste my time
with things below my level."

   "You must be smart.  I don't care if you're young.  You seem pretty
mature to me."

   "Thanks." Just then the teacher flipped out the lights.  He had finally
gotten the video to work.  The class quieted down and stared at the TV, the
only illumination in the windowless room was the soft blue glow coming from
the screen.  Megan leaned forward and put her arms on the desk, resting her
head on her folded forearms.  As she did this, her disposable diaper
crinkled loudly.  She froze.  In the quiet room she knew people would have
heard it.  She just hoped that they couldn't identify it or know that it
came from her.  She waited and didn't hear any whispering or giggling.  She
sighed loudly in relief  -" thankful to have gone undetected, even in her
relatively short skirt.  Relieved, she leaned back in her chair, causing
the diaper to crinkle once again.  She put her hand over her mouth to
stifle the shriek as she did so  -" she couldn't believe she hadn't been
more careful, especially after a close call.  Again she waited, and again
no one said anything.  She relaxed a little, thinking she had gotten away
with it.

   Not too long after that she felt a slight pressure low on her hip.  She
looked down and saw that a slender finger was pressing into the bulge of
her skirt that squished out between her butt and the chair.  Steph withdrew
her finger and looked at Megan with an expression of shock.  Megan's
stomach sank.  Steph mouthed the words: "Is that a diaper?" Megan thought
about saying no, but knew that the jig was up, there was no explaining away
the padding between her skirt and her skin.  She noded her head and lowerd
her gaze, not wanting to see Steph's reaction.  She didn't want to lose her
new friend.  Megan sat there, dejected, with her hands in her lap, waiting
for the inevitably noise of disgust from Steph.

   Instead she found Steph's left hand in her lap, holding her right hand
gently, giving it a supportive squeeze.  "It's okay," Steph whispered into
Megan's ear.  "I don't mind." Megan again blushed.  She was overjoyed to
have made a new friend, to have met someone so understanding and nice as
Steph.  But Megan thought about her words  -" 'I don't mind'.  Were they
true?  Would she not mind that Megan preferred girls to boys?  Would she
not mind that Megan wore the diapers by choice and not out of necessity? 
Would she not mind that the diapers were just the tip of the iceberg?  That
Megan had already thought about what Steph's piss might taste like  -" that
she had already imagined Steph's pink asshole stretching to allow a thick
turd to pass?  That she so wanted to stick her tongue as far as it would go
into that tight pink orifice?

   She could only hope  -" but Megan was not an optimist.  They watched the
rest of the presentation in silence.  Megan was so relieved that Steph
hadn't immediately stopped talking to her that she felt her bladder muscles
start to loosen.  She mentally shrugged and let go, flooding her diaper
with hot piss.  She was still holding Steph's hand in her lap.  She
noticed, as her stream slowed to a trickle, that she could feel the warmth
of her urine through the diaper and through the thin fabric of her skirt on
the back of her hand.  Steph could surely feel the same.  But if Steph
noticed she certainly didn't make any attempt to move her hand.  As Megan
felt the last few dripps of piss slide down between her buttocks, she
smiled and squeezed Steph's hand again.  She daydreamed about Steph
slipping her hand into her wet diaper and massaging her clit.  The warm
sensation between her legs, the wet diaper, the sense of closeness to a new
girl, the thrill of wearing a diaper in public was almost too much  -"
Megan was incredibly horny and needed to get off.  She reached over and put
her free hand on Steph's thigh  -" which was bare thanks to the short denim
shorts she was wearing.  The skin of her thigh was warm and incredibly
soft. Megan let loose a small moan as she stretched her fingers down so
that they touched the inside of Steph's thigh.  Steph reacted warmly and
closed her legs tightly around Megan's hand.  Steph put her own free hand
on top of Megan's so that Megan didn't feel like she wanted her to move it.
Megan slowly worked her way up Steph's thin thigh until her fingers came
just to the edge of the tight denim.

   Licking her lips, Megan almost couldn't help herself.  She wiggled her
pinky finger between her new friend's thighs until it popped between the
tight fabric of her short and her inner thigh.  She waited for a second,
but Steph didn't move.  She wiggled her fingers a little more until most of
her pinky and some of her ring finger were now tucked between the fabric
and the skin.  She waited again and the only movement Steph made was to
spread her legs a little, as if to give Megan easier access.  Megan
wriggled her fingers and tentatively pushed her hand further, until she
felt the tip of her pinky finger touch skin.  The skin was warm and supple.
There were evidently no panties between her finger and her goal.  Steph
again spread her legs a little, moving her inside leg closer to Megan. 
Neither girl was taking their eyes off of the screen at the front of the
classroom.  Megan moved her hand still further and strained her fingers
inside Steph's shorts, desperately reaching for Steph's erotic treasures.
Her little finger pulled the soft mound of flesh to the side and her ring
finger just came in contact with something warm and wet when they were
startled suddenly by the bell ringing.  Class was over.  The lights
flickered on and both girls straightened up.  Neither said anything about
what had just happened, but they made plans to meet up after school.

   To be continued .  . .

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