There always seem to be people who somehow manage not to fit in, and I don’t mean because of what they wore or because they tried to separate themselves from the crowd in order to express themselves. People who just liked certain things, and because of the home they had been raised in, were not allowed to have such desires, for it was seen as abnormal and unwanted behavior. My family loved me and me siblings very much, and were never cruel to us, in any way.
However, my father was staunchly against being gay because it was wrong and unseeingly in his eyes. My mother was exactly the same way too, and said so. They would never say anything in public of course but should such topics arise in family discussion, the end was always trounced and denounced by my parents. And me, a recent 18 year old girl who chosen the year before to be gay, with regret, was worried sick of what my parents would think…
I tried my damnedest not to be, I went on Tinder to find guys my age, I hung out with some of the boys from school, and even went out to bars in secret even though I detested drinking just to try and find some spark in heterosexuality. But it would be no such luck, the more I tried to bury my feelings, the more they surfaced, stronger each time. I’d be walking home from school and see some other girls in my grade, their curvy hips swaying back and forth, long hair adorning their shoulders, and their bottoms nearly poping out of the skin tight leggings we all wore nowadays. Watching them go by days after day, I knew inside I was gay, and it terrified me for I knew my parents would never approve. But I couldn’t keep living a lie, they needed to know.
It was a Friday afternoon, just after school and I had walked home as usual, only taking ten minutes or so. With the warm weather, the jean shorts and crop tops were beginning to emerge and I was a nervous wreck, filled with pure ecstasy. The way the shorts curved tightly over their rumps and tightened in the front of their crotches was too much for me, and it was then, watching some of the cheerleaders go home, I knew it was time to break the news. My siblings always went over to their friends on Fridays, and i usually followed suit, but today I knew I had something more important to accomplish. My hand shook fiercely on the door knob of my home. I had never been so scared in all my life. I opened the door to the wonderful smell of chicken fried rice and pork chops, my favorite. Upon hearing the door open, my mother stuck her head around the corner and smiled slightly. “Hello Molly what are you doing home so soon, aren't you seeing Alyssa as usual,” my mother asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
I shook my head no and seeing my glum expression, she put down her spatula and sat at the table, and motioned for me to join her. I did, gingerly, setting myself down. “What’s wrong sweetie…?” “Mom? There’s something important I need to tell you and I’ve been afraid of how you and dad would react, so I've been keeping it a secret. My mother uncrossed her hands and laid one on top of my hand. “Oh Molly, I’m so sorry, please tell me what’s going on, you know you can tell us anything.” “I know mom, I’ve just been really nervous that’s all. My mother smiled and let go of my hand, waiting for me to tell her what was on my mind. Mom… I’m gay.”
The gentle smile faded from my mother’s face, along with the color as it drained away. Her eyes widened slightly and then returned to normal as if trying desperately to process the information she’d just heard. “You”re gay…?” “Yes mom, I’m sorry.”
My mother stood abruptly and went upstairs quickly. I knew she was getting my father from his office. The patter of footsteps upstairs came to the stairs and descended fast. Soon my fathers figure filled the hallway along with my mother as they peered at me. My father spoke first, “Molly, is this true?” “Yes dad, it’s true, I’m gay. I’m so sorry…” my voice trailed off.
My mother had her head in her hands, and my father broke the silence once more, with one word: “Unacceptable.” I was told shortly after to go to my room and to stay there. Tears began to form in my eyes and I tired to apologize again, but my father held up his hand to silence my cries and pointed to the stairs. With tears streaming down my face I shamefully walked past my parents and climbed the stairs to my room. I sat on my bed after closing my door and let my head fall into my hands, as my mother had done. I should've just kept my mouth shut, I thought, this never would have happened.
This was going about as well as I had expected. I knew my parents would never understand, why did I have to say something? I had ruined everything. I flopped back onto my bed and cried. I couldn’t help it, I didn't choose to be gay, I tried so hard not to be, I’m sorry I said in my head, hoping somehow it would improve my situation. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night even though I was eventually invited down for dinner. I couldn’t face my parents or my siblings. The shame and disgrace was too much to bear.
Saturday rolled around, and I was too frightened and miserable to leave my room, so I stayed in bed until noon when suddenly my door opened. It was my father. “Molly, you know how we feel about this don’t you?” I shook my head yes. Then you know we have no choice but to correct this. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again, but I fought to hold them back. “Yes dad… I’m sorry.” It’s alright sweetie, I know you didn’t choose to be gay on purpose but we still have to fix this ok?” I nodded again. “ Your mother and I have done a bit of research, and we have agreed the best course of action is to send you away to a special home for “troubled youth.” I”I understand you are not troubled and it’s not your fault, it’s just the name of the facility. But we believe they will be able to help you, ok sweetums…?” I hated every bit of it, but I knew arguing or refusing would have serious consequences and get me nowhere good, so I shook my head yes again.
A week later, my bags were packed and my parents and I piled into the car for the four hour drive to my new home. The guidelines and schedule was like that of a college campus, and I was to be here for a single semester, or 18 weeks. My parents had not told me a whole lot about the facility or the activities that I would engage in to become, well not gay anymore. I wasn’t even sure that was possible, for it was how I felt inside, it wasn’t like I needed to behavioral training, so I was nervous and worried it wouldn’t work and I’d never get to come home.
The drive seemed endless, but at long last we pulled off the highway into the sleepy town of Portville, and after a few more minutes through the rural setting, we pulled off down a dirt road. A fairly large house awaited the car we drove and met my eyes. There were no other cars parked out front, save for an old sedan, that I assumed to be the owners. Speaking of owners, there on the front porch was whom I assumed her to be. An older lady, in her mid fifties probably was waiting for us. My father pulled the car to a stop, and I felt goosebumps arise on my arms and I realized just how much I didn’t want to be left here like some outcast, a freak of nature, no good to the family anymore. My mom was the first to get out and she opened my door at my reluctance I guess, and I slowly made my way out of the seat and onto the gravel driveway. The older lady smiled warmly at me and gave me a slight wave. I tried my best to be polite, so I managed a smile back and waved too.
I retreated to the seat and pulled my bag with all my belongings out and passed my dad as he went to open the trunk of our car. 2 more sizable bags were removed, and I recognized them as being mine. I glanced up at my dad quickly, looking for an explanation, but he was too busy moving past me with my bags to even notice. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was my mother. I opened my mouth to speak but she spoke first, sensing my impending pondering.
“Honey, you know we love you right, and only want what’s best for you. Your father and I agreed this morning that because you waited so long to tell us, you would need more help. So we signed you up for a two year stay here, not just the 18 weeks we agreed to. My mouth suddenly ran dry, and my eyes bulged. My mother tried to look sympathetic, but I could see she was happy about the decision they had made for me. This time I stifled a cry but my mother apparently had not finished speaking as she held a finger to her lips. If this does not work sweetie, and we can’t get you back to normal,- that stung deeply hearing that, this may become your new home”. My mouth just hung open, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. If my parents really loved me, wouldn’t they just accept me as I was, not dump me off on someone else, and then tell me if I wasn’t “fixed” they were abandoning me…? I couldn’t believe it, and refused to. I started to get back in the car, but another hand on my shoulder stopped me. My father turned me around, sensing my mother had already filled me in on the situation. He closed the door, and gave me a gentle push towards the older woman, who was still smiling patiently.
Both my parents kissed me goodbye, wished me luck and then without so much as a wave, drove off down the road. I watched as the family car, the car I’d spent hours napping after fun day trips in, lake visits, and other such fun activities left me behind, perhaps for the last time. Tears welled in my eyes again, and I felt some come to fruition down my face. I wiped my mother's kiss from my face and stifled a loud cry. When the dust had settled, and I was left with my bags of all my belongings at my feet, I wiped the last tear from my stricken face and turned slowly back to the woman who was coming out to me. She picked up one of my bags and I took the other two in hand. Though she still smiled, she said nothing as I followed here into the house. She placed my bag on the floor and I followed suit, putting mine next to it. She beckoned for me to follow her, and I was lead into what I assumed was the dining room. It was massive, with high vaulted ceilings, a gargantuan table, adorned with silk place settings, chalices and other high end accouterments. A smaller door to the right of the dining room led us into the kitchen where I spied two steaming mugs. She motioned for me to have a seat at the table, which for a kitchen table was also overly big. It too was highly polished and adorned with the same place settings. I sat myself down, still drying my eyes and trying to process if this was really happening or not. While I did so, I smelled something sweet, and watched as the lady picked up the steaming mugs and placed one in front of me. It smelled like hot chocolate, and despite the warmth outside, I held it tightly, trying to draw some comfort from one of my favorite childhood memories. The older woman, sat across from me the other mug in hand, and held her slight smile. She took a small sip and then placed her mug down and looked at me with empathetic eyes.
Her voice was soft and calming. “You must be very upset Molly, I’m sorry your parents felt the need to do this to you.” I looked at her, confused and unsure of why she was so understanding off the bat. I went to speak but the older lady held up a hand and she spoke softly again. “Please Molly, let me explain to you how I know.” I gripped my warm drink tighter and settled back as much as I could to listen. The older woman spoke again, “I am in charge of overseeing all the charges that come here. I myself, was once sent her by my own parents, for being “abnormal” and just like you , they refused to hear me out, and they dumped me here. So while I smiled and waved to your parents, don’t think I agree with them one bit. However, you are safe and welcome here, something they made clear you would never be at home, despite what they said.” I was taken aback, having had this older lady confirm my thoughts I’d had the entire car ride down about being accepted. “So, my parents, never intended to come back for me, did they…?” “I’m afraid not my dear.”
Hot tears welled up in my eyes again, and before I could raise my hand, the lady held up a cloth napkin for me. Clearly she’d done this a few times in the past. Obviously I thought, she’d been through it herself. She placed her hands on top of mine, and continued to smile warmly at me best she could. This was just as hard for her, as it was for me. “Thank you” I replied to her. “Of course dear, I was in your shoes once, so no one better understands your situation than this old broad whom sits before you. “What about school, my friends and my siblings,” I asked? A creak in the chair sounded as the lady shifted her weight. “You will now be home schooled miss, and your friends are allowed to come and visit anytime they can, we have plenty of room. As for your siblings, the same rule applies, once they figure out what happened to you, they will be free to come visit and stay with you whenever they choose. And most importantly, dear, you don’t have to hide anything from me. I am, or was in your boat too, and found it out myself when I was 15.
I was beginning to calm down, though despite what I’d heard of my parents, I wasn’t quite convinced they wouldn’t come back for me. Though I had no reason to doubt the lady before me. I raised my head suddenly and asked, “I thought this was a “home”, I cannot be the only one here, right…?” “Right you are Molly, there are a few other girls whom also call this place their home. All of them were in your shoes at one point, but the buck doesn't stop there with all of them. Some are here in the same situation but for other reasons in addition to yours. I was puzzled and must’ve looked it, for the older lady smiled again. You’ll see in a little while miss,” she said calmly. A bell chimed somewhere in the house, and the older lady rose. “Gosh, where are my manners, I know so much about you and you hardly know anything about me, I’m Rosa. But all the girls here call my Rost. It’s an inside thing dear, now how about I show you to your room?” I nodded and followed the lady back through the massive hall and returned to my bags. I grabbed the two heaviest and let her take the smallest one, and we made our way up the stairs to the left of the front door.
The stairwell was grand as well, with large drapery along the walls, and pictures of beautiful vistas everywhere. The ceilings were vaulted here too and our footsteps echoed off the tiled space. A long hallway that went left and right greeted us at the top of the stairs, and I followed Rost right. 2 doors down, we stopped and she opened the door which squeaked a bit. I gasped slightly, as I’d never had such a space all to myself. There was a queen bed in the center of the room with drapery hanging around it, a big picture window overlooking the backyard, which had a pond complete with a quaint fishing dock. A table surrounded by armchairs sat in front of the bed, and in front of that was a red brick fireplace. 2 dressers sat under the picture window, and I spied a closet to the left of the bed, behind the door in which we came into the room. An older T.V. sat on one of the dressers and looked a bit dusty as if it hadn’t been turned on in awhile.
I turned back to Rost, and smiled. “It’s beautiful,” I said, taking it all in the best I could. “I’m glad you like it sweetie, it’s all yours now.” I placed my clothing bag on the other dresser next to the television, and took the other bags quickly from Rost and placed them at the foot of the bed. I hugged her tightly and she returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around me. She smelled of peppermint and coffee, two lovely smells together. I let go of her and sat lightly on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. It was perfect. Still, a part of me burned for my parents to come back, and say this was some sort of cruel prank, but I knew that would never be the case. Rost seemed to sense my thoughts and came over to my side. “Would you like to meet the other girls now Molly, she asked gently?” I nodded yes, and stood to follow her out of the room and down the hallway to the left. I still wasn’t completely sure why the others girls were here, if they were all gay like me, which I assumed they were judging how Rost had put it. But what had she meant about other situations putting the girls here, what else could have made their families dump them here like me, I wondered. I figured I’d soon find out, and how right I was.
After a few moments, Rost led me into what I assumed to be one of many living areas, based upon the size of the house. “There is currently only 1 other girl currently under my care here along with you, Rost said. They used to be more, but they moved on, found relationships or hold jobs now. But regardless, I’ve always told them this place will always be their home no matter what. The same goes for you dear, ok? There she is now, I’m sure she could use a friend, you know.” I nodded and allowed myself to be led over to the couch where the other girl was sitting. Rost introduced me to me. Her name was Amelia. “Hello Molly, I’m Amelia, it’s so nice to meet you. Rost told me about your situation yesterday, and believe me, my parents dumped me here 2 years ago when they found out I was gay as well. So there's nothing to be ashamed of. “Thank you,” I stuttered slowly. Amelia was by far the prettiest girl I had ever laid eyes on. She was about my height, 5 4’, with jet black hair just above her mid back, with beautiful brown eyes and a warm smile. She was gorgeous. “I’ll let you two get to know each other, and let Amelia explain how things go around here.” And with that Rost turned to leave, but left with a little wave and her usual smile. Amelia beckoned for me to sit by her. I did so and she hugged me tightly. It felt god, and she smelled just like a meadow. It was heaven. “Are you here just because you’re gay Molly” Amelia asked curiously. At what should have been an extremely personal question and violation of having just met, I trusted her nearly immediately and had no problem telling her my story of how I’d gotten here. When I had finished, she had tears in her eyes and hugged me closely again. “You poor thing, I’m so sorry. How could our parents do this to us, aren't they supposed to love us unconditionally?” “I thought so,” I replied, still hugging the girl I’d only just met.
I finally let her go again, still overwhelmed by her beauty. I was about to tell her so, when the same bell I’d heard before rang again. “Oh, it’s my favorite time of day Molly, here come with me.” I smiled and gladly followed Amelia out of the room and towards the big staircase. “So I don’t know how much Rost told you about me, but being gay isn’t the only reason my parent kicked me out.” “It isn’t” I replied. Amelia stopped mid way down the stairs and sat down. I joined her. “I also like to wear diapers.” I was taken aback. “You like to wear diapers…?” “Yea, they’re like my security blanket, and I wore them years ago, up until 10th grade because I still wet the bed. And they just sort of grew on me I guess, because I’ve liked wearing them ever sense. They are a great comfort to me, but because I developed this habit wetting the bed…” her voice trailed off. “What is it?” I asked. “Well I like my diapers to be full when I wear them. Usually they are all day, but because you were coming today, Rost was making arrangements for you, and I didn’t want your first impression of me to be seen in a dirty diaper.
“Hey, we all have our stuff Amelia, it’s ok”. I stood up and reached a hand down to pull her up. We walked in silence for a few moments before she stopped again, and looked at me with serious eyes. “Would you care to try it with me Molly?” “Me, try what, wearing a full diaper with you?” As I watched Amelia's expression, looking at her beautiful body, her ample breasts, and thick but not fat hips, I felt a smile creep onto my face. “Sure, I’d love to try it with you, maybe it’ll bring some comfort to me too. Her face lit up and she squealed with joy. “Really, I’ve never had anyone here try it with me, oh this is perfect, come on Molly!” Amelia grabbed my hand and pulled me quick as she could, back to the kitchen where I’d started out.
Rost was waiting for us when we entered into the kitchen. Amelia are you ready for… you’re you know what?” “It’s ok Rost, Molly knows and says she’d like to do it with me today!” “Oh, well aren’t you a lucky girl then Amelia. Alright, you know the drill, come on over. Amelia jumped up slightly and then sped over to Rost and spun around to face me. I sat in a chair to watch. Rost pulled down Amelia’s pants revealing a very big diaper. It was clad with baby printed cartoons and made very loud plastic crinkly sounds whenever it was touched or moved. That was the sound I had heard but not dared to mention when I’d first met Amelia earlier. Rost pulled back the top of Amelia’s diaper and reached a gloved hand inside it. I watched carefully, unsure exactly what was happening. After a minute or so, Rost retracted her hand and replaced Amelia's pants over her diaper. Rost caught my gaze and chuckled. “Those were suppositories Molly, one’s I make myself. Much better than the low end stuff one buys at the store nowadays. These things will make you go, if you know what I mean,” she smiled to herself. Amelia came back over to me when Rost was finished and pulled me over to where she’d just been. “Now Molly, are you sure you want to do this, you don’t have to, it’s your first day and…” “It’s alright Rost, I’m ready to try this, and could hopefully use the comfort from it.” “Then let’s do it, she said matter of factually. It’s been a long while since you've purposefully used a diaper isn’t it Molly, you being 18 and whatnot.” I nodded in agreement.”Then let’s ease you into this shall we?”
“I thought you might want to give it a try Molly, so I prepared something just for you.” Rost motioned to a large pot on the stove. She picked it up and placed it on the counter. But first things first dear, let’s get you into a fresh diaper.” Rost took me by the hand out of the kitchen with Amelia trailing us. A side room off the main dining chamber was our destination. “We have several changing rooms throughout the house dear, we’ll just use this one right now. I make sure to keep each room stocked with plenty of diapers for Amelia and anyone else who’d like to try, just like you.” Rost poked the tip of my nose, and I giggled slightly. Despite being older, she braced me with her arms and lifted me up with ease onto the changing table. She stripped my jean shorts off and my panties. I began to blush as I was slightly embarrassed to be seen naked by the older woman. Noticing my discomfort, Rost chimed in, “It’s alright sweetheart, nothing I haven’t seen a thousand times before, now you just relax ok, this will just take a few moments. Amelia, will you grab the razor off the shelf over there for Molly, we wouldn’t want her to develop a bad rash now would we?” Amelia dashed to the shelf and quickly returned with the razor. “Thank you dear, alright Molly, here we go.” Rost began to shave my private region, very gently. All my pubic hair became a thing of the past, until I was nice and smooth. Rost then added cream to where she had just shaved to keep the skin from getting irritated. Finally she powered my privates over the lotion and my bottom. Then she reached under the table and came up with a big disposable diaper, just like the one Amelia was wearing. It had Sesame Street characters on it. I lifted my bottom up instinctively for Rost. “Oh, what a good girl you are, Molly.” Rost slide the diaper under me and I laid down on top of it. She adjusted it until it was just right and then pulled the tabs up on my sides, securing it snugly around my waist. She slid two fingers inside the waistband as to be sure it wasn't too tight on me. Then she picked me up again and placed me back on my feet and gave my padded behind a few playful swats. “There we go, and we are all set, just one more thing to add.”
Following Rost and Amelia out of the small changing room and back into the kitchen , I was motioned to come over by the sink. Rost pulled the back of my diaper open and pinned it to a clip on the edge of the sink so it would remain open. She then checked all the seams and edges of my diaper to make sure it was completely secure. Being that it was she let go of me and smiled, reaching for the big pot behind me. I had no idea what was coming and I was slightly nervous to say the least. I heard Rost step close behind me and pause, and then I felt it. A warm, mushy substance began to pour down the back of my diaper. I could feel the diaper bulging and swelling immensely as Rost continued to pour the gooey mush into my diaper.
Finally I felt her step back and she undid the clip on my diaper. The waistband snapped back, sealing the warm mess close to my skin inside the now full diaper. I shifted my weight slightly and felt the warm goo flood the front of my diaper too, covering my private area. I opened the front and looked in. It was fresh oatmeal, with extra milk inside my diaper. With every step, the mess sloshed more and more, making squelching sounds and spreading around my bottom. I turned to look at Rost who had a curious expression on her face. I smiled warmly at her. “I love it,” I said beaming. A little sigh of relief passed Rost’s lips and she chuckled. “Good, now I have two big girls in diapers.” She opened her arms, and I felt her hug me tight, and she ran her hand up the back of my diaper, moving the mess around slightly. She lightly kissed me on the forehead and gingerly let me go, as if regretting the thought of ever not holding me close. “Thank you,” this was just what I needed. Amelia could hardly contain her excitement she was so happy. “Amelia, will you give Molly and me a moment, she’ll be right there.” “Sure thing Rost, Molly, I’ll be upstairs where you found me,” she said grinning from ear to ear.
“Well I’m glad you like it Molly, is this something we’re going to do on a regular basis?” “Yes, absolutely Rost, I think it will be”. “Excellent, well, I have plenty of diaper to go around and plenty of oatmeal, unless you want to experiment later on with pooping your diapers like Amelia does.” “I think I will do that as she does, I replied, I want the full experience, but this is perfect for today.” “My thought exactly” Rost said back. I began to turn to leave but Rost stopped me. “Molly, don’t be afraid to engage in what makes you happy here, ok, you know what I mean and so does Amelia.” I smiled at her words and nodded. Then turning i made my way up the stairs to rejoin Amelia.
Amelia was waiting for me on the couch. I smiled warming at her as I entered. Gosh she was a looker, even clad in a diaper. I carefully sat down next to her, the motion sounding off the massive mess in my diaper and spreading it all around my butt. Without saying a word to each other, we took each other’s tops off and flung them over our heads. We removed our shorts as well, leaving us before one another in just our diapers. Amelia laid down on the couch and opened her arms. I laid down on top of her and we snuggled together, just holding each other.
I moved my head over and kissed her cheek before burying my face in her neck. She smelled so good and… “Brraapp” sounded from Amelia, and she looked at me. “Sorry, my suppositories make me do that…” “Don’t apologize, I’m going to be doing that soon too,” and I continued to kiss her neck. We switched up positions and I caught a good look at Amelia’s diaper. It was turning brown and yellow very quickly. I had to admit it was hot seeing such a cute girl in nothing but a dirty diaper.
Amelia began to kiss my neck, and reached down to rub the front of my diaper. I moaned slightly from pleasure and moved in my oatmeal mess, sloshing it around some more. Amelia stopped rubbing the front of my diaper and reached under the couch, and came up with a big vibrator. I had never used one before. Amelia placed it on the middle setting and put it right on top of my diaper. It was pure heaven and I started to grab and squeeze Amelia's diaper in return, until we were both rubbing up against each other and the vibrator at the same time, cumming in our messy diapers. After we climaxed, we collapsed on each other and just laid kissing each others boobs and faces. Amelia’s breasts were defined very nicely and were plump to the touch, mine weren’t too bad, but were just a little smaller than hers. Amelia suddenly plunged her hand inside the front of my dirty diaper and began to massage my clit. The feelings than arose inside me could not be described in any case. I laid down as she fell on top of me and continued to fondle the inside of my diaper with her hands. We collapsed once again and just laid on each other, enjoying the company and security of each other and our diapers. I no longer longed to go home, for this was heaven in all its forms for me. Discovering a love of wearing using dirty disposable diapers, and being gay with my new best friend was more than I could’ve ever hoped to find in life.
To be continued.