Everybody blushes, but it usually only lasts for a few moments before they're back to normal. Luke, on the other hand, blushed nearly the entire time he spoke to me. You might be thinking I was just torturing him, but to be honest, I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable talking about it with me.

Eventually, I wanted him to feel comfortable enough that there wouldn't be any uneasiness whenever the topic was brought up. Still, I had to admit, he was cute when he blushed!

Part of me thinks telling him I had a secret of my own helped him talk a little more openly with me. Don't think I made that up, either! I do have a secret. Like Luke, mine is a bit personal, and only became a secret to me when one of my suppressed memories resurfaced. But, we'll get into that when the time comes.

It was hard to believe how happy Luke seemed just by showing me a diaper! I had to admit, it did feel very soft when I touched it, and had all the smells and feelings of a baby's diaper. He had told me during our Q & A session that sometimes he just loved how they felt on his skin, and how the different scents practically got him high. Other times, he liked to tap into his younger self, and would full out use the diapers. Oh, and he apparently loved the idea of being held and cuddled! While I wasn't sure how I felt about him using the diapers instead of a bathroom, I had to refrain myself from "awwing" Luke to death after his cuddling confession. It was cute! Still, I couldn't torture him just yet.

After some talking and divulging, I handed the diaper back to Luke, and part of me felt really bad for him. Like, "bite my lip so I don't cry because I remember how devastated this poor guy was when Emily broke it off with him" bad. I never knew, but I was there when he sobbed, and I was there the following months when he talked poorly of himself and turned into something that wasn't the Luke I knew. Even worse, I almost followed suit! Yeah, it was an odd fetish, but this was Luke, one of the nicest guys I knew!

"Molly, are you alright? You don't look very happy." Luke asked worriedly.

"I'm alright. It's just," I paused for a moment, "now I'm thinking of everyone in similar situations and what they had to go through with someone they care about. How can someone treat you like a monster, and so"¦so poorly over something like this?"

Luke then looked down and quietly replied with an, "I don't know."

"Jesus this is why I treated you so poorly!"

Luke replied with another soft, "Y-yeah, but you came to your senses, thank God. You chose to come back with an open mind. Some people don't know how to think outside of black-and-white, but they fake it and act like they care about everyone and everything. Then, as soon as you tell them something personal that's out of the ordinary, they want nothing to do with you and turn that one thing they don't like into something they use to define you. I've worn a mask for quite some time now, but so have people like Emily. They're no better than I am."

He couldn't have been more right. Everyone wears a mask at some point in their life, some for longer periods of time than others. They're usually trying to hide a flaw, or a moment of weakness, or sadness, or something they feel is less desirable to others around them. And the biggest kicker is it's become the norm in our society! Even I wear one when the situation calls for it.

"Does it hurt?" I asked Luke.

"Does what hurt?"

"The mask."

There was a long pause as Luke stuttered a few times, trying to get the right words to come out.

"It has its days," he admitted, "and sometimes it feels so heavy that I don't know how I keep it on."

"Mine does, too," I sighed, "but maybe one day we won't have to wear them anymore."

I leaned in and kissed Luke on the cheek, then smiled.

"Maybe not around each other, but I don't think society will ever be ready for people to walk around without them. I'd be okay with one day keeping mine off around you, though." Luke winked, then put his arm around me and leaned back on the couch.

* * *

Molly wasn't kidding when she told me she wanted to understand me better! I didn't think she'd actually want to see a diaper that quickly, and she even seemed to think it was cute! I figured she would've at least giggled or freaked out a bit when she asked all the questions and even looked at the diaper, but I couldn't have been more wrong. It seemed I struck something in her when I showed it to her, too. While I still couldn't tell if she would be okay with me wearing around her or anything like that, I felt that Molly wouldn't run away this time around.

With a few hours to go before my parents came home, Molly and I curled up on the couch and watched some television. Her hand gently caressed my arm as I brushed my fingertips along her back and the back of her neck. It was quite peaceful, and if I wanted to, I could've melted into the couch from the feeling of her hand tracing along my skin.

My mind wandered a bit as we sat quietly on the couch. Finding a woman who was accepting of me wearing a diaper was always one of my goals in life. Finding a woman who was not only accepting, but willing to partake in helping me, was a lifelong dream. And while Molly seemed to understand, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she just couldn't get into the diapering and babying aspect of it. Would that tear us apart? Would I be forced to indulge in my lifestyle on my own time if it got too uncomfortable for her? More importantly, she mentioned that she too wore a mask, and I'm not talking about the one she wore when she chose not to talk to me a few times. Once again, she hinted at the fact that there was something she was hiding, but again didn't divulge any information that would help me figure out what it was.

It was getting towards the end of the night, and Molly told me she had to head back home since she had to work the next morning. We took our time getting up from the couch. I held her hand as we headed to the back door.

"I'm glad you came over today, Molly." I said with sincerity.

"Me too, Luke!" she exclaimed as she put her shoes on.

I waited for her to finish, and was about to ask her about what secret she was hiding, when she quickly got to her feet, pulled me in close, and kissed me.

"Thanks for being so brave, Luke. I'm enjoying getting to know this side of you."

With a light blush, I smiled and responded with, "Heh, you're welcome! To be honest, I'm not as embarrassed as I thought I'd be."

"Good." Molly said. "Well, I'm off. Good night."

I opened the door for Molly, and once again was ready to ask the question, but something held me back. My gut told me to wait. I didn't want it to come off as tit-for-tat compromise, and instead told her goodnight back.

When she headed down the driveway and back up towards her house, I went back into the living room and picked the diaper up off the coffee table, sighing as I made my way up the stairs. So much had happened in that one day, and it felt good knowing I finally had someone to talk to about everything. I went up to my room, holding the diaper close.

As I got ready for bed, I thought about every which way Molly would react if the time came when she wanted to see me in a diaper. I imagined her laughing uncontrollably, telling me, "This is too ridiculous!" Maybe she'd do her best to keep her composure, then say, "I'm sorry, Luke"¦I can't do this." Then again, maybe she'd "Awwww" me to death, pull me into her lap, and cuddle me close. The possibilities were overwhelming! Some made me cringe, some made me giggle, and some made me hopeful. The truth of the matter was that only time would tell. I didn't have a crystal ball to see into the future, and I had to do my best to roll with whatever came my way. Needless to say, my night was filled with tosses and turns, and I smiled each and every time I thought about Molly and I kissing and holding one another..

The rest of the weekend was filled with more rain and gray clouds, but that didn't stop Molly and I from spending more time together and having fun. She still had a few of her movie tickets left from Christmas, so we headed to the theater. The original idea was to see just one film, which was some pretty horrible action flick that I remember almost nothing about since I was too busy cuddling and kissing Molly throughout the entire film. Molly came up with the bright idea of "movie hopping," so as soon as our movie ended, we made our way to another (well, it was more like she made her way to the next and grabbed my hand to force me to tag along). We somehow didn't get caught, despite our childish giggles as we snuck around the hallways.

This continued for the next week or two. Molly and I would hang out when we had time; we'd have more conversations about everything, and would live in the moment of our puppy love phase. And yes, she did continue to pry about my little secret, asking random questions that sometimes made me blush. I didn't know if she was either joking or starting to get into it, but a few times, she'd say in a slightly sing-song voice, "Your cheeks are so red! Ahh!" and would then put her hand to my cheek and pinch it lightly. This would cause me to bury my face in her shoulder, and then we'd both laugh some more.

We had a few extended make out sessions, too! I never knew Molly was such a passionate kisser before we got together, and despite the fact that I was still in a little bit of pain from my injuries, the euphoric feeling I experienced (and I imagine she experienced, as she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit as well) made it that much better.

Not once did I forget what she'd said about having a secret, though. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what it could've been, but Molly had never told me anything that happened to her, or even hinted at anything until recently. Even while mentally playing through our previous conversations, I couldn't think of any subtle hints or messages she gave away. Was she adopted? Did she have a secret similar to mine?

One night, I went to Molly's house for some dinner and a movie. Her dad was gone for the night, and I got tired of my mom constantly coddling me despite my recovery going well. When I got to her house, I could smell what was no doubt some kind of pizza or calzone, and my mouth watered before I even made it to the door. Molly smiled when she heard me knock, and she let me in, greeting me with a big hug and kiss.

"Hey there, sexy," she said with a smirk, "perfect timing. Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes."

"Come now, lover," I spoke with a horrible excuse for a romantic accent, "you know I'm always on time or early. For everything."

"Oh, my"¦nothing spells sexy more than a terrible Russian accent." Molly laughed as we kissed once more, and the two of us made our way into the kitchen.

Dinner was beyond amazing, and I never knew Molly could cook so well. She had said she wanted to get better at it, but the last time she made me something to eat, it was more "grilled" than "cheese" if you know what I'm saying. I helped clear the table and started working on the dishes, despite Molly's protests.

"So, Molly. Is that your secret? Are you a world-renown chef in disguise?" I joked.

"Ha! I wish! But no, that's not it." she said without eye contact, working on cleaning off the countertops.

"You're a magician!"

"What? Where would you even come up with that?" she laughed even harder.

"You're"¦afraid of bunnies!"

Molly put her hand on her hip, then took the rag she was cleaning with and playfully whipped my butt with it.

"Not even close."

She came closer, leaned up to my ear, and quietly said, "I'll tell you someday, Luke. I'm just not ready yet. Is that okay?"

It was too soon. I understood, though. After all, I failed to tell Molly anything for years, so I couldn't expect her to tell me something so quickly.

"Of course it is, hun," I looked into her eyes, "you take all the time you need. I'm a patient guy."

I kissed her on the forehead, and she smiled at me.

"I know," she said, "and you're also a horrible guesser. C'mon, let's get comfy in the living room."

We found ourselves in her living room, with the large, comfy sectional sofa. It was the perfect place to cuddle. We could each sit along a section, and take turns holding each other! I knew it'd be a great night. I grabbed the remote from the entertainment stand while Molly sat down. When I turned around, she was sitting upright, and softly patted her lap.

"Come here. Sit down." Molly said with an inviting smile.

"You want me to sit on you?" I asked, trying to play dumb.

"No, silly. On my lap. C'mere."

"I-I don't know, Molly. I don't want to hurt you."

"Please, you'll be fine. Come here."

For whatever reason, I didn't blush, and nodded as I slowly walked over to her, and gently sat In her lap. I couldn't help but smile widely as I felt her hand slowly move its way up my back, while her other hand held onto my side.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked with concern.

"Nope. Are you comfy?"

"Actually, yes." I giggled, feeling silly from sitting in Molly's lap like a child. "So, what movie do you want to watch?"

"Well, I haven't thought of that yet. Let's think on it. I want to see something."

"Oh? Okay. What do you-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Molly leaned a little further up against the couch with me still on her lap. Then, she carefully scooted me around so I was facing her, and repositioned me so my legs were on either side of her, and pulled me in softly, using one of her hands to gently rest my head on her shoulder. She was holding me like a baby!

"M-Molly"¦.?" I wanted to protest, but I was powerless to resist, sighing happily as I gently leaned my head against hers.

Molly calmly shushed me, and I soon felt her rocking back and forth, her fingernails caressing every inch of my back, making me melt further into her body. After a few moments of this, Molly whispered, "I-is this one of the things you'd like to do while wearing a diaper?"

She couldn't see my face, but I was blushing again and giggling softly. I nodded and whispered back, "Y-yeah."

"I think I can do that someday."

"I'd like that"¦" I slipped my hands around her back, hugging her tightly as she held me.

When she gently pulled me away to look at me, I had the biggest smile across my face that I'd given in over a year. Molly giggled with a smile and said, "You're so happy."

"You're making me this way." I admitted with a shy giggle back.

Molly softly helped me off her lap, then had me sit on the couch with my head on her shoulder. We finally picked out a movie, again not paying much attention to it since we were too busy taking turns cuddling each other. This went on for the rest of the night, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her holding me in her lap with me wearing nothing but a shirt and diaper. I was sent to another place, right from the confines of Molly's couch and cuddles. I didn't want it to end, but I suppose it had to at some point.

The movie finished, it was getting late, and I slowly got up to get my shoes on with a yawn. Molly followed me to the foyer, and it took about 10 minutes for me to get ready to head home because of our kissing and hugging. I got to the door when Molly placed her hand on my shoulder.

"That was fun, Luke. We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Definitely. But next time, I'm cooking!"

"Deal." Molly smiled, then looked like she was thinking about something,

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah"¦I had a thought"¦nah, never mind." she waved her hand in the air.

"C'mon, don't leave me hanging! What did you want to say?"

"Well, I know my dad's going on a weekend retreat in two weeks, so maybe, if you're interested"¦?" she raised her eyebrow.

"I can cook for you then. Absolutely!"

Molly giggled, then leaned forward again and whispered, "Would you be opposed to wearing and/or bringing some diapers with you? Would that make you as happy as you were earlier tonight?"

She looked at me to show me she wasn't kidding. I felt myself getting weak in the knees, and thankfully it was dark enough in the room that she couldn't see me blushing so much.

"U-um, well"¦.well, sure it would. You won't laugh?"

"Of course not. I promise" Molly took my hand and squeezed it gently. "You don't have to wear just that. I just want to see something."

Molly smirked and winked. She'd used the same sentence she used when she decided to hold me like a baby. I could only smile and nod. She really wanted to see me wearing a diaper! And even bring some with me?! What was she thinking? What did she have in mind?

"I can do that for you." I smiled. "But why do you want me to bring more?"

"Don't worry about that. And if you change your mind, you can tell me. I won't be upset."

"The same goes for you."

We kissed each other a few more times before I finally made it out the door, and just before she closed the door, I gave her a heartfelt, "Thank you, Molly," and practically skipped all the way home.