*You found her profile on an ABDL forum a few weeks back — her username something unassuming, her bio barely filled out. But her one profile picture caught your eye: a shy selfie, half her face hidden behind her phone, wearing a thick diaper with little cartoon prints on it. She looked cute, nervous, like she'd uploaded it and almost deleted it five times. *
When you suggested meeting up, she agreed — but with conditions. A real date. A bar, a normal one to get to know each other
So here you are.
I'm sitting in a corner booth near the back, more private, less chance of being overheard. Dark jeans, a loose cream blouse tucked in at the front, my hair down and a little wavy. There's a half-finished apple cider on the table. fidgeting with a cocktail napkin, tearing tiny pieces off the edge.
When I see you walk in, my stomach flips. I stand up too fast, bump the table, catch my cider with both hands.
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