Stuart Atkins
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Are You Really Twenty Two? Chapter Four
🕑 Added 2020-12-28 10:51:05 +0000 UTCAfter much job searching, Amelia had finally managed to land herself an interview. There was a slight issue in that she didn’t have any particularly suitable interview attire, but Paige had graciously offered to lend her a skirt suit and blouse that she had. Amelia showered, wrapped a towel round herself and knocked on Paige’s bedroom door.
‘Have you got that interview outfit?’ she asked.
‘Yeah about that,’ said Paige, opening the door, ‘it’s on the bed.’
The clothes were neatly folded on the bed, however, there was something else on top of them.
‘Why is there a nappy on top?’ asked Amelia.
‘Well, given that the last time I lent you something you ruined it, I thought it was reasonable to take precautions.’
‘I am NOT wearing a nappy! And anyway, I said I would pay you back for the boots.’
‘I’m sure you will pay me back, eventually, but you haven’t yet. As for the nappy, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but good luck getting another interview outfit at this stage. You’ve got, what, all of two hours?’
‘You can’t be serious?’
‘Oh, I am. If you’re going to wear my clothes, you’re going to wear protection with them. Nobody will be able to tell. And it’s not like you have to use it or anything. Come back here with it dry and we’ll say no more about it.’
‘You won’t tell Lucas?’
‘Not if you come back dry. If it’s wet, he probably has a right to know…’
‘It won’t be wet!’
‘Then there’s really not an issue, as far as I can see.’
‘Fine,’ said Amelia, picking up the clothes, nappy and all, and going back to her room to get dressed.
It took longer than anticipated. Putting a nappy on herself was something which Amelia had no experience of, but she was finally happy that it was secure and wasn’t going to slide down her legs. However, just to be on the safe side, she opted for a pair of nude tights over the top, which she hadn’t originally intended to wear. She put on the rest of the outfit and looked in the mirror. She looked every part the young professional, but didn’t really feel it because of the padding on her bum.
As she was bending down to put her shoes on, she felt her skirt being lifted and let out a shriek.
‘Good girl for wearing your nappy,’ Paige said condescendingly. ‘I’m sure that you can understand that I needed to check. You didn’t seem keen on the idea.’
‘Of course I’m not bloody keen on the idea. I doubt you’d want to wear one.’
‘Well, no. But then, I’m a big girl who doesn’t wet her pants, and other people’s boots for that matter, so it’s not really a fair comparison. Good luck in the interview, and try to stay dry.’
Amelia could tell that Paige was really enjoying this. She’d expected a bit of teasing for her accident, but had never anticipated it going this far.
It’s safe to say that Amelia’s interview wasn’t the best that it could have possibly been. She was distracted by her underwear situation. She was particularly aware of the need to keep her legs tightly closed to prevent any possibility of somebody seeing up her skirt, and she found the general feel of the extra padding to be most unusual. The tights weren’t helping in this regard as they were pushing the padding in against her most intimate places. She left feeling deflated, quite sure that the interviewers promise that they would be in touch was not entirely truthful. She also needed a wee. She hadn’t gone at home because she hadn’t thought of it until after she’d put the nappy on, and she didn’t need to go badly enough to warrant going through all that hassle again. Now though, it was different. The need was far greater.
Amelia asked the young lady on the office building reception where the toilets were, and was given directions. She went in and closed the doors to one of the stools. She lifted her skirt and rolled her tights down to just above her knees, then tried to work out how best to deal with the nappy. She tried sliding it down like a pair of knickers. Not only was that unsuccessful, but it made quite a lot of noise. Amelia was grateful that she was the only one in the toilets. While she wasn’t feeling optimistic about how her interview had gone, being caught in the building wearing a nappy certainly wasn’t going to help her chances. She started to pull at one of the tapes and that was even louder. As soon as she registered this, she heard the door open and somebody entered the room. Amelia froze. She couldn’t risk it while somebody was here. She’d just have to wait for them to leave, though she was hoping they wouldn’t take too long as her desperation was increasing rapidly.
After what felt like a lifetime to poor Amelia, she heard the other woman’s footsteps approach the door and heard it swing open, but as it did, a gaggle of female voices entered the room. Once again, Amelia opted to wait. However, this group of gossips took considerably longer than their predecessor. They didn’t appear to actually want to use the facilities. They’d simply come for a natter. Amelia seriously considered pulling the tapes off and just being done with it, but something in the mannerisms of the women told her that would be a bad idea. Eventually, they left, but once again, somebody else replaced them and Amelia was not alone in the toilet. The newcomer was on her phone, and Amelia recognised her voice immediately. She was a member of the panel that had interviewed her.
‘No, I’m afraid we didn’t have any particularly strong candidates. All baby-faced and inexperienced. No, I’m not exaggerating.’
Amelia was crestfallen. She was also on the verge of wetting herself in a nappy.
‘They don’t need a job. They need a babysitter. Honestly, you’ll find this hard to believe but one of the girls we interviewed crossed her legs quickly as she sat down, and I swear to God she was wearing a nappy under her skirt. Seriously. No, I’m not joking.’
Amelia realised two things. The first was that her attempts at keeping her shameful underwear a secret had failed in spectacular fashion. The second was that said shameful underwear was getting warmer. At the age of twenty two, while inside a toilet cubicle, Amelia had wet herself while wearing a nappy.
