Skip to content The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Twenty-Two
I drove us to the mall. It had been a few months since I went to the mall, which was awful for me because the mall was my usual haunt. Armed with my dad’s credit card I could buy enough clothes to dress in style. This time I had no credit cards and was using my meager allowance that came with the scholarship to do my shopping. I was satisfied with the little bit of cash every month I had saved by just eating in the dorm’s cafeteria and not going out to eat. At least it wouldn’t be tracked like dad’s credit card would have been.
All that stuff was gone until the lawyers and the IRS figured out whatever they had to figure out. I looked around the mall. Oh how I missed Hot Topic, Aeropostal, and Macy’s too. I also missed Victoria’s Secret and I missed underwear that didn’t need to absorb two cups of liquid.
Cassie took my had as we went into the mall. “I’m really glad you are doing this with me,” she said. “I know you are faking too, but you have actually been faithful about diaper wearing. I don’t want to be caught by Bets as the only one.”
I shrugged. “Melody is going to have problems in that regard too.”
“But she has a good reason. I can’t believe her mother purposely tried to keep her a toddler.”
Today Melody was all grown up. “She managed to toilet train herself, not to mention, she basically home schooled herself with educational materials her father left with her during his two weeks of visitation.”
Cassie laughed. “I didn’t know that was her home schooling experience, but it’s no wonder that woman was divorced.”
We walked along the halls of the mall toward Victoria’s Secret. However, when we walked by the shoe store I got excited. “Look at those sandles.” I looked at the price. They were $40.00, but there was a 75% off sign on them. I steered Cassie toward the store.
“Don’t tell me you want to forgo panties for a pair of sandles.” She leaned closer to me. “I know you are still wearing a diaper.”
“It’ll only be a few minutes,” I said. I was still wearing the same slightly damp diaper since lunch time and I was ready for my trip to Victoria’s Secret, but I wanted those shoes. I held up the display shoe to the clerk. I want one of these in an 8.”
I sat down and waited.
Soon the shoes were brought and then after I was satisfied that they fit, they were bought. I carried them in a shopping bag and we left the shoe store. “Besides, if someone asks us what we bought we can say shoes.”
Cassie nodded. “Well it didn’t delay us that long from Victoria’s Secret.” She pointed at the displays of panties. “Have at it.”
I entered just as some other girl was leaving. She set off the alarm and the clerk stopped her.
Cassie grinned. “Imagine trying to steal panties,” she whispered to me.
“If I were going to shoplift, I wouldn’t steal panties,” I said.
“What would you take? I mean if you knew you wouldn’t get caught.”
I thought about it. “I’d just take the cash from the till. We are only talking hypotheticals here.”
I went to the bin that had my size. I didn’t know what I wanted. Should I go with bikini, French-cut, or boy shorts. I wasn’t going to wear a thong because they ride up more than other panties. I decided I had some money to spend so I selected some of each. I made my selections and then paused. One of the panties had a matching bra. I decided that I had to have it. I grabbed one my size and went to a fitting room. After trying on the bra, I decided to buy it.
I took my purchases to the cashier. “I want this bra and these,” I said. I laid the panties on the counter next to the bra.
“That will be $48.97,” the clerk said.
I handed over my money and watched as she packed my purchases in the signature pink bags. “All set.”
Cassie handed the clerk a naughty teddy. “Milton said he wanted to see me in something like this,” she said to me. She handed over a Victoria’s Secret credit card and paid.
I was shocked. How did she get a credit card being an orphan? “Where did you get the credit card?”
She smiled. “Milton got it for me to make up for leaving me behind at the gas station. I get the underwear and he gets the bill.” She smiled.
Her purchases were bagged and we were ready to go.
As we left, the alarm rang. I looked at Cassie and she looked at me, but she looked as surprised as me. A manager walked over. “Ladies, can we check your bags?”
I reached into my pink bag and pulled out the receipt. “Everything I bought is paid for.”
“Go through the sensor one at a time please.”
Cassie went first. I am sorry to say that I expected the alarm to go off when she went through because I thought she might actually have tried to shoplift something. The alarm was silent. I walked through and the alarm blared again.
The clerk left her cash register and stood between me and the entrance to the mall. I stood frozen. I handed over my pink bag to the manager.
She went over the items I bought and compared them to the receipt. Only the bra had had a sensor and the clerk had removed it when she put it in my bag. She put my items back in the bag and then looked at my bag from the shoe store and my purse.
“Hand me your other bags.”
I hesitated.
“We can call the police if you don’t let us look.”
I remembered the sounds of the flash bangs and then being pulled roughly from my bed and thrown on the floor. I remembered the hot flush of urine soaking my pajamas. As I remembered wetting myself the night of the raid, I realized I was wetting my diaper in the store. I didn’t really want to deal with the police, so I handed her my purse.
I only carried my tablet, my phone, my money, my ID, and two extra diapers. As the manager emptied these items on the counter, I heard the cashier giggle.
The manager looked at the diapers. “Why do you have these?”
I tried to think of a lie, but saying I had them because I was incontinent wouldn’t work. I was buying panties which I wouldn’t need if I had to wear diapers all the time.
“It doesn’t matter why she has them,” said Cassie. “They are not stolen merchandise, so it is none of your business.” She took my shoebox from the shoe store bag. “She has a receipt for her new shoes too.” She waved the shoe box over the alarm sensor and the alarm went off.”
The manager and Cassie looked like they had a lightbulb going on over their heads. Cassie examined the shoe box and peeled a sensor off the bottom of the shoe box. “This is what set off your alarm.”
“I guess I owe you an apology,” said the manager.
“You owe her more than that,” said Cassie. She motioned to the diapers. “You embarrassed my roommate in front of the whole store.”
I looked around, but the store was pretty empty. I gathered the contents of my purse so the diapers were out of sight. Why I gathered my items, the manager was tapping something on the cash register while Cassie glared at her.
“Let’s go,” I said when I had everything.
The sales girl was still suppressing a giggle and I wanted to leave. But Cassie waited. The manager finished typing and then she handed me a pink card. “Just so there are no hard feelings, here is a gift card to the store.”
I took it, but I wanted out of there. My diaper was really wet and I wanted to change. I walked out of the store and walked strait toward where I thought the bathrooms were.
Cassie was right behind me. She was smiling. “You spent less than fifty dollars and you walked out of there with a $100 gift card. You made out great.”
I pulled close to Cassie and put my mouth near her ear. “I just had an accident when she threatened to call the police. If I was wearing my panties, this would have been even more embarrassing. I am too overwhelmed to change right now and I am about to leak.”
Cassie took my hand and lead me to a family restroom. Although I had my new panties, I let her change me into another diaper.
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I was still shaking so it took me over an hour of sitting in the car before I was able to drive.
“I’d like to help, but I’ve never driven a car.”
“Never?” I asked.
“Would you trust a foster kid with the keys to the car? This one family locked me in the trunk every time we took a car trip.”
“Your stories are so sad,” I said.
“I can’t believe you got that scared though,” she said. “That lady couldn’t have done anything to you.”
I frowned. “It’s not that. As soon as she mentioned the police, I felt like I was in my room when the IRS raided my home. It was awful.” I shook again and had to pull over and park in a parking lot.
Cassie reached behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. “It will be okay.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“No problem. You’re my best friend. I owe you a lot. I mean, who else would drive to the other side of the state just to help me out after I had an accident?” She paused. “Besides, you admitted to messing your diaper just to keep me from being embarrassed for doing the same thing.”
I thought about how we went swimming together at camp. Getting to meet Cassie was worth losing my college fund and having to take this Weird Scholarship.
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We arrived at the dorm and Melody greeted us. “Doing laundry sure is hard,” she said.
“Why? What happened?” I asked.
“I was dumping everything in the washer and someone said I needed to separate my colors and wash them in separate loads.”
“So?” asked Cassie. “I knew you had separate colors since I had to start washing my own sheets.” She blushed.
“Well there are just so many colors,” said Melody. “I did my white clothes and then I did my blues. I still have to do my reds, my grays, and my greens. And then I have this one yellow shirt that I have to wash by itself.”
Cassie and I both started laughing. Cassie crossed her legs tight, like she was trying to keep from peeing. I couldn’t cross that tight in my diaper.
“What’s so funny?” asked Melody.
“Melody, you don’t have to separate each color of the rainbow. You just need to do two loads of laundry: white clothes and colored clothes.” I just shook my head at the idea of her separating her clothes in rainbow order.
“I was starting to run out of quarters,” she said.
“You would,” said Cassie. “Well Nora and I bought some new clothes and we need to wash them. Since you have just a partial load of colors left to do, we can maybe through ours in with yours.”
I glared at Cassie. “No. We can’t. Melody will find out.”
“Find out what? That you aren’t incontinent either?”
I looked at Melody with an worried look.
She smiled. “Cassie told me. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Why’d you tell her?” I asked.
“We caught each other in panties and I mentioned that you were being faithful and wearing diapers even though you didn’t need them.” She turned to Cassie. “She is still wearing diapers right now. Isn’t she?”
I felt the warmth of a blush coming on. “Well that is half of us,” I said. “You don’t suppose there are any others in our group of six?”
Melody shook her head. “There is no way Veronica or Darlene are faking. And as nice as Bella is, she would have totally come out to me once she figured out I was trying to potty train myself.”
I nodded. So Bella knew about Melody, but we had all seen how Melody’s mother treated her. I knew Bella would understand in Melody’s case. Probably not with our own.
“So let’s see what you bought.” Melody smiled. “I got new underwear last night. I ran out because I didn’t do laundry until today.” She ran into her room and came back with a Walmart bag and dumped it on the bed. Every single pair had a cartoon character or a superhero on it. I couldn’t help but giggle.
She looked hurt. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I said.
“She thinks you are being childish because you like superheroes,” said Cassie. “Nora doesn’t know any better. She is nerd-impared.”
“I’m not nerd-impared,” I said. I thought of my experience so far at MIT. Everyone had awesome backgrounds and I had nothing like that in my past. “Okay, maybe I am nerd-impared.”
“Well, let’s see what you bought,” said Melody.
I poured my panties out of the Victoria’s Secret bag. The pastel-colored panties spread all over my sheets. They were pretty much the same cut as Melody’s superhero panties, but they were a marked difference.
“Can you believe Nora got all her purchases for basically free?” said Cassie.
“How?” asked Melody.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said at the same time Cassie told the story.
“Awesome. Maybe you can take me to Victoria’s Secret sometime if I ever get a boyfriend.”
“It’s a deal,” I said.
“And here is my purchase,” said Cassie as she spread out her teddy on the bed. “Isn’t it so slutty?”
Melody just shook her head. “Wow. That is fancy. How do you pull it down when you need to pee? You got to take off your top as well as your pants.”
She smiled and lightly punched Melody in the shoulder. “You don’t wear clothes over it, silly. You wear it in the bedroom with your boyfriend. An help me get out of it when he needs to.”
The look of shock on Melody’s face was priceless. I giggled. I was a virgin, but I wasn’t really this naive. I loved Melody and I felt bad that we were corrupting a child, although a late-blooming one, and turning her into an adult.
We packed up our stuff separate stuff and got it all put away just as Bella walked in. She had a big box in her hands. “They came. They came,” she said.
I looked from Melody to Cassie and back again. “What came?” I asked. Was she going to reveal that she was part of the conspiracy?
She laid the box on my bed and opened it. She then pulled out a pack of diapers and ripped them open. “I finally found diapers that come in black.” She looked back and forth between me and Cassie, as if to figure out why we weren’t as excited as we were.
“That’s really interesting,” I said.
She smiled and then pulled out three diapers. “I am going to put on one now. You two got to try them.” She looked at Melody. “You don’t have to try one,” she said. “I know you are training yourself.”
“Okay,” said Cassie. She seemed like she didn’t know what to say.
Bella thrusted the diapers into our hands, grabbed her box and went to her room, before she left she looked back. “I am going to put mine on now. I’ll be back and you can tell me how you think they feel.”
I took the diaper and started to lay it out on my bed. “It looks like I’ll have to wait a bit longer to wear panties.” I preceded to change myself. Cassie laid down on her bed and did the same. Melody just smiled. It was safe to bet that Bella didn’t know we were fakers. I looked longingly at my panty drawer before taping on the black diaper.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Twenty-Two.
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