The afternoon brought a solid deluge of work. It was during this horrendous onslaught of products and paperwork that the two teenagers began to learn the full scope of what it was they were dealing with, and working for. There were foods to sample and report on, their impressions on their diapers to date to report on, suggestions that needed to be suggested, forms left, right, and center. They bore it well, at least for the first two hours. After that, it became little more than a barrage similar to those experienced during World War I: an unceasing deluge of products and paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork. Jean and Mary were as helpful as they cold possibly be, while still maintaining control of the observations, tests, and paperwork. But, after those first two hours, the nurses called a temporary halt and herded their charges off for diaper changes. Jack and Chastity could honestly say that they had never been more grateful for a diaper change in their entire lives, except, of course, for those unfortunate incidents with messy ones. They ranked right up there at the top, and it was hard to say which one took the cake.
During the changes, both teens still blushed at being so candidly exposed, and were both privately thankful they didn’t have go through the ordeal in the same room as the other. Needless to say, that would have been beyond bearable. After, the changes, though, it was all they could do not to mutiny or burst into tears. Products, products, products. Paperwork by the truckload, or so it seemed. An endless onslaught during which Time seemed to point and laugh rather than have its proper effect. Bottles, pacifiers, baby toys, clothing items, et cetera. Avalanches were more polite; at least they inspired interesting emotions like terror. These activities inspired none. Jack felt like his soul was being eaten, and Chastity was close to transforming into an irritated, caustic, violent bitch. By dint of some hidden strength, she managed to refrain from snapping and grimly forged ahead.
It was dark outside, and still the halt had not been called. “Why, oh why is there so much to be reviewed?” Jack asked, almost complaining.
“Well, it would have been less if we had been hard at it from the get-go,” Mary explained.
Jean nodded. “Most of this was supposed to have been done yesterday,” she said.
“But you were letting us get acclimated to this whole thing,” Jack said tiredly, filling in the blank.
“Exactly,” Mary piped up.
“Part of me is thankful for yesterday’s day of bliss, but after this…” Jack could only gesture at the piles of stuff that had already been dealt with, “I’m almost inclined to be ungrateful.”
Jean shrugged apologetically. “Orders from on high, John.”
“Right, right, the corporate people didn’t want to scare us off after we’d gotten here,” he muttered.
“Cheer up; only a few more products left to attend to and then we’re done for the day,” Jean said.
“Thank God,” Chastity whispered. She was still teetering on the edge of descending into bitchiness, and to top it all off, her diaper was uncomfortably wet; the padding was so thick with urine that it was hard for her to find a comfortable way of sitting, and it annoyed her extremely. Even though she’d last had a diaper change scant few hours previously, she had consumed a lot of liquid in between, much of it water or a fruit juice that Jean and Mary were providing. That, and she was extremely bored with the paperwork. She was thus as overjoyed as she could possibly be (not very much, since most of her joy had been sapped during the arduous work) when—following a diaper change for her and Jack—Jean and Mary released them for the rest of the night, informing them that a proper dinner would be ready soon. With that in mind, she tracked Jack down directly, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. He was smart enough not to protest, and also too tired to mount anything resembling one, either. Chastity led him upstairs into the toy room, positioned him just so, and then sagged against him wearily.
Jack grunted and almost fell over, but regained his footing and set himself properly to absorb her weight. “Easy there,” he murmured.
“Why do you think I put you where I put you? If you fall, it’s onto something soft.”
“How very considerate.”
Chastity nodded, but said nothing more. Jack put his arms around her casually, and she made a noise of contentment. “Living pillows are comfy,” she murmured.
Jack pushed her away gently and she whined until he sat down and made a spot for them amidst the stuffed animals. “No need to whine now,” he said. Chastity’s only response was to sit on him and lean against him heavily again. Jack didn’t know what to make of it so he simply asked, “Better?” A muffled “mmhmm,” was his only answer, but he did put his arms around her again. In his current position, there wasn’t much else he could do, really.
Chastity’s eyes were closed and it seemed to Jack that she was about to fall asleep. It wouldn’t have surprised him if she did; it had been a rough stretch of hours, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Jack was pretty tired himself, and if he wasn’t careful he’d be nodding off as well. If he didn’t see another oversized baby product, it would be too soon, but knowing the place he was in took the bite out of his thought. He was going to have to put up with yet another diaper change, submit to dressing in a huge blue sleeper, and then go to bed in a giant crib. In the morning, he’d have to repeat much of the same routine, unlikely to have very huge differences. But, tomorrow was Wednesday, and that was the midpoint of the ordeal. Friday would be the last day, and both him and Chastity would be going home Saturday, likely with a supply of diapers until the formula wore off. The more Jack thought about it, the more he realized—to his surprise—that he was sanguine about all of it. Oh sure, the fact that his dignity had suffered a huge blow and he was diaper dependent for the next several days wasn’t all that pretty, but he knew with ultimate certainty that it would end. He would regain the full control of his bodily functions, this week would fade into the mists of time, a mere pothole on the road of his existence, and the world would keep on turning, in its proper shape. With those thoughts in mind, it was hard for him to really be irritated about the whole thing, though yesterday—or even this morning—would have meant different thoughts.
What had changed? It was a simple enough question. Had Chastity’s warmth towards him, never before truly felt, given him a peace of mind? Certainly. Jack had been attracted to Chastity long before circumstances had brought them together, but he’d never thought that the stuff of dreams would suddenly become a tangible reality. Chastity was of the ‘elite’ in high school; nigh untouchable by a mid-range miscellaneous like him. But, that was before, when Chastity’s friends and circles and cliques would have made any sort of contact like what he was experiencing impossible, a breach of social etiquette of almost unforgivable proportions in the minds of some. Not that Jack particularly cared; if his friends ever found out about him making out with Chastity Bennett, they would simply not believe him, or think of him as some sort of god. He leaned his head back and pondered over that for a bit: did he really want anyone to know anything about this particular week? The easy answer was no, if not a flat out hell no. He had to think of his pride, particularly in his family; he had a younger sister (still in middle school) who would simply love to make his life miserable if given the opportunity. He would, however, be honest about what had gone on during the week: instead of community service, it turned out to be a product-testing gig. Good pay, non-disclosure agreement. Ah, the perfect cover story, that was almost completely true.
Chastity took a deep breath and sighed contently. Jack’s trains of thought came to screeching halts as he focused his attention on her for several moments. She was at peace, snuggled up against him, eyes closed, probably in something resembling a nap state, which was okay in Jack’s book. It’s pretty unlikely that any single, sane man would complain were they in Jack’s place at the moment, diapers or no diapers. Speaking of diapers, Jack felt a sudden warmth on his thigh and realized that Chastity’s diaper was against it… and she’d just wet in it… but she didn’t seem to notice. Jack had tried to notice when he wet, but with his bladder effectively locked open he was probably dribbling urine out at a continued pace without even being aware of it. He’d felt it a few times, but usually he wouldn’t until after the diaper had been fairly dampened. It had been annoying. Now it was routine. Of course, there was nothing routine about any of this, absolutely nothing at all. Jack was also wondering just how wet Chastity’s diaper was…
…But before his train of thought could get much farther than clean of the station she stirred again and changed positions, turning him into something resembling a lawn chair. “Comfortable?” Jack asked softly.
“Yes,” she murmured, resting her arms on Jack’s. “You make a good pillow,” she added.
“Why, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, sounding tired. Jack let the conversation sink and die. The time didn’t seem right for any more talking, anyway.
A little later, after Chastity’s near-nap had restored her to more lively spirits, the two teenagers settled into something of a Q&A period. They were both sitting on the floor against piles of stuffed animals, which were in turn piled against the walls. They had already covered a few of the basics days previously, and were now delving deeper into each other’s personal lives.
“Turn-ons,” Chastity asked.
Jack considered for several moments. “Pretty women dressed in bikinis and lingerie, big guns, a few fast cars, and cute girls in diapers.”
Chastity arched an eyebrow. “Oh really?” she asked demurely.
“Really,” Jack answered. “You?”
She blushed. “Um… well, I guess I would have to say—in no particular order, mind you—hot guys, hotter guys, cool cars, and…” she shrugged impishly, “diapers.”
Jack smirked. “Well, the last one was sort of a given.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Favorite book?”
Chastity thought about it. “I don’t know… I can’t really think of one I like enough to call it my favorite.” She jerked her chin at him. “How about you?”
“Ooh, tough call,” Jack said. “I dunno, I really like the books by Patrick O’Brian. Of those, I’d have to say that HMS Surprise is my favorite at the moment.”
Chastity shrugged. “Never heard of those books, so okey dokey. Um… any siblings?”
Jack nodded. “Younger sister, recently turned 13.”
“Cool,” Chastity said. “Same for me, except she turned thirteen over the summer.”
“Aren’t younger sisters fun?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, just a regular barrel of laughs.”
He nodded. “Favorite sports team?”
Chastity wrinkled her nose. “Not really a fan of sports, but my Dad is into the Indianapolis Colts.”
“That’s cool, I guess; I’m not really into sports either, but I’m more of a… NASCAR fan myself,” Jack admitted, a little sheepishly.
He got the expected reaction. “NASCAR?” Chastity repeated, a little incredulous and with more wrinkling of her nose.
“What? It’s a sport!” Jack protested. “All the strategy and maneuvers involved; it’s like having forty-three football teams in a huge free for all.”
“Whatever,” Chastity said. “Who’s your favorite driver?” she asked, poking a little fun.
“Jeff Gordon,” Jack said.
Chastity had a blank look on her face. “No idea who that is.”
Jack shrugged. “No loss, I suppose.”
There was a brief silence. “So… what was the most fun thing you did over the summer?” she asked.
Jack laughed. “What, are you going to make me write an essay on it?” he asked jokingly.
Chastity gave him a look. “I might,” she threatened, but there wasn’t any real bite to it.
He laughed again. “Okay, the most fun thing I did would probably have to be when a couple buddies and I road tripped to go see a concert.”
“Cool,” Chastity said. “Who’d you see?”
“We went to see Gigantour; it was this big metal show with Megadeth, Dream Theater, Symphony X, Nevermore, so on like that. Insanely awesome concert, except the sets were short.” Chastity wasn’t much for metal, so she did the polite thing: a simple smile and some nodding. “How about you?” he asked.
“Um… Cancun with the family,” she said. “Beautiful beaches, a wonderful tan,” she said wistfully.
“Sounds like it was fun,” Jack murmured.
Chastity nodded. “It was, mostly. A little dull, but I still enjoyed myself.”
“That’s all that matters, though, right?” Jack put in.
“Absolutely,” Chastity agreed.
A little while later, both teens went back downstairs, had their late dinner, were put into fresh diapers and their pajamas and it was suggested that they should both be in their cribs by eleven or eleven-thirty, as the next day (Wednesday) was going to be another busy one. Jack and Chastity took this to heart and didn’t linger very long in the entertainment room. Both were tired anyway, from the onslaught of work they had done, and retired to their respective cribs without much fuss.
As they walked down the hallway toward their rooms, Chastity suddenly gave Jack a kiss on the cheek. He blushed, stopped, and turned to look at her. “Thanks,” he said. “But what was that for?”
Chastity shrugged. “I dunno,” she said. “Felt like it.”
Jack felt the spot where she’d kissed him and arched an eyebrow. “I see,” he said. “Well, not that I’m complaining or anything…”
“I would certainly hope—” Chastity would have said “not,” but Jack had moved, and now he was kissing her full on the lips with such a surprising ferocity that Chastity was completely taken aback. If not for the fact that his arms had come around her in the maneuver, it was likely she might have fallen unceremoniously to her diapered bottom. It was deep and sensuous, and when it ended Chastity let out a little whine. “What was that?” she asked, when coherent speech was possible.
Jack was looking very smug and self-satisfied. “Revenge,” he said simply. “Very, very fun revenge. Can you say... tease?”
Chastity gaped at him for a moment, and then swatted him. “That’s mean!”
Jack nodded. “Yep. But now I see how much fun it is,” he said, adopting a philosophical expression.
Chastity glowered at him. “Well, you better not do it again,” she warned.
“What? You did it to me,” he pointed out.
Chastity maintained her glower. “Didn’t we already have this discussion about who’s in charge?”
“I seem to recall something to that effect,” Jack said.
“Good,” she said, humor returning to her expression. “I get to do whatever I want, and you just have to deal with it.”
Jack arched an eyebrow. “Alright, Princess Chastity,” he said, “I’ll deal with it… for tonight only. I’m too tired to put up a fight.”
“Good,” Chastity said, and then kissed him. It was gentle, nowhere near as deep as the previous one, but it was more than enough. “Night,” she said, and continued on to her room.
“Night,” Jack said after her, and went into his. He found settling into his crib presented no difficulties for him psychologically, either that or he was, as he had stated, too tired to put up a fight, or really worry about it. Bed was bed. But, as he settled in for the night, he had a sudden feeling that when the week was over, when he and Chastity no longer needed diapers, everything was going to change, perhaps back to the way it was. This feeling haunted Jack until sleep took him—no great span of time, thankfully—and it would be there in the morning, waiting.
Scarcely a quarter of an hour had gone by before Jack had come to hate that most unsettling thought with almost all of his being. Before it had come along, Jack had been happy, content in the knowledge that good things were before him and everything else was in the past. The price? A week of product testing and experience. But, it was an easy price. As Jack lay awake in his crib with morning sunshine streaming in through the window, the notion that this week was all he was going to get disturbed him extremely. He was given to thinking about the two-faced quality of girls, how they would be your friend one day and then the next you hardly mattered to them. More than anything he dreaded that prospect. As these thoughts and notions plagued him he was able to realize that nothing was as simple as he thought it was. Chastity’s affections towards him could easily be a result of the circumstances she was subject to.
Breakfast. It was another escapade with baby food jars (or at least their teenage scale equivalent) but this time, thankfully, without the highchairs. It was like eating yogurt or pudding of a different texture and flavor. And of course, they had to review it. Jack put down something meaningful and coherent, but not much more. He looked at Chastity surreptitiously as he finished up his review; she was still writing hers, apparently not at any loss for words on the subject. Well, that was all well and good; Jack was still feeling glum as a result of his unpleasant train of thought. Much as he tried to think of happier things, his mind wouldn’t cooperate. He now dreaded the week’s end, at least in part. He wasn’t in fear of leaving his current room behind at all.
Wednesday morning. The midpoint of the week. It was, in a sense, all down hill from there; Saturday would be the last day for everything, and Sunday morning they went home. Sunday… a day of joy, probably. But, that would still leave a whole week of break. Jack brightened some; lazy days playing computer games, spending time with family, Christmas. Would he be able to spend any time with Chastity during that week? Probably not, but that would be forgivable; family takes precedence over holidays. When they went back to school, that would be the telling factor of how things lay.
Chastity nudged him. He looked at her. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you were alright,” she said. “Jeez, did you forget to wake up or something?”
Jack blushed. “Um, sorry,” he mumbled. “I was just spaced out, I guess.”
Chastity arched an eyebrow. “You were spaced out alright.”
He nodded. “I’m fine, though, thanks,” he said, putting on a smile for her.
Chastity didn’t quite believe him. “Right, well, I’ll take your word for it,” she said.
This was the time of day given over for his and Chastity’s showers and selecting clothes to wear. Blessedly, few articles of clothing they wore had to be reviewed—only the onesies and their pajamas. Jack was only too glad to shed his soaked diaper and step into a hot shower. For several moments he just stood there under the flow of hot water and relaxed. He took a breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and standing still. Unbidden, a song came to his mind and he nodded to its beat somewhat. He paid no mind to the song’s title or which band did it, he just flowed, attending to the soap and lathering up. In spite of his disconcerting train of thought, he still had some high hopes for the week. At least, high hopes where he and Chastity were concerned. Maybe, just maybe…
Chastity, on the other hand, was in a cheerful mood as she stepped into the shower. Unlike Jack, no disconcerting train of thought had her mental processes in a bunch, and so her good spirits radiated out like sunlight. When she got out some time later she was even more cheerful, and hummed a merry tune to herself as she dried her hair. When that was done she put on a bra and T-shirt, then consented to lying on the changing table so Mary could diaper her. This she did, using baby oil (it felt weird being applied with a latex glove over the hand) before taping it up. Chastity got off the table and Mary left her to finish dressing. Chastity selected a pair of overalls—she rather liked the ones she had worn previously, and decided to give them another go—that were a regular blue denim, and went well with her purple shirt. She tied her blond hair back in a simple ponytail and, after putting on a pair of socks and shoes (cold floors were not nice to bare feet, or even sock-covered feet) she went to find Jack.
She thought about checking the entertainment room first, but since Jack’s room was closer Chastity went there instead. She peeked in to see if Jack was in a compromising situation, like being diapered, or something, but since his changing table was empty and she saw him sitting in a chair she waltzed right in, and only a few moments later started to giggle. Jack was sitting there without any pants on over his diaper, listening to his iPod. He hadn’t noticed Chastity yet, and Chastity herself was wishing for a camera. Her giggles were soon replaced by an evil grin as she very carefully crept up on Jack, moving around behind him. He still hadn’t noticed her, and it was all she could do not to burst out laughing. She positioned herself just so, gratified to hear the dull roar of some rock or metal song playing through the ear buds.
“YAH!” she cried and brought her hands down on Jack’s shoulders quickly.
“WAGH!” was Jack’s answering cry, and his iPod went flying up into the air. Its way was checked by the ear bud cord and came down, but he was quick and caught it. Chastity was about to fall over, she was laughing so hard. As a matter of fact, she did actually collapse slowly onto the ground, consumed with mirth. Jack flushed redder than an apple and looked at her in total embarrassment, which transformed into a level beyond total when he realized he was pants-less. He yanked his ear buds out quickly, dropped his iPod on his backpack and quickly threw on a pair of pants before rounding on the still-laughing form of Chastity to deliver a stern rebuke. “Jeez, Chastity!” he began. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to sneak up on people?!” he exclaimed.
His protests had no effect. If anything Chastity was laughing harder, now. She had already been red in the face; she was in danger of going purple. She was shaking, and her laughs came in ragged gasps. Jack was nearly furious, but it wasn’t to be. Entirely too quickly—for his tastes, at least—her mirth infected him, and he started laughing, too. It wasn’t too long, either, before he was laughing pretty hard himself. To make matters worse, the more he thought about it, the funnier it was.
After they had exhausted their laughter, they sat companionably in a couple of handy chairs. Chastity had only just finished swiping away the tears. “Oh… that was too funny,” she said. “Your reaction… I mean, it was like something out of a cartoon.”
Jack nodded. “That it was,” he agreed. “Thankfully, I caught my iPod.”
Chastity nodded as well. “Yeah, that was a pretty good catch.”
“I aim to please.”
Chastity giggled just a bit. “Little baby Jackie all comfy in his diapy,” she murmured. It wasn’t quiet enough, though, and Jack flushed red as an apple, and this only caused Chastity to giggle even harder.
“You’re the one who likes them,” Jack said pointedly.
“So? It seems like you’re starting to like them as well,” Chastity retorted, very smug.
Jack held his head in his hands. “Bah,” was all he said.
“Awe, there, there,” Chastity cooed. “It’s not so bad to like diapers,” she said. Jack looked up and glowered at her; Chastity stuck her tongue out at him and then giggled.
Jack sat up and leaned back in his chair. “Laugh it up,” he said. “Get it out of yours system.”
“Spoilsport,” Chastity teased. “But, at least you can say your diaper is dry,” she pointed out. “I’m probably soaked from all that laughing,” she added and stuck a hand down her overalls to check. “Okay, so I’m only damp,” she amended.
Jack rolled his eyes. “You don’t see me being that curious about my diaper.”
“Well, no wonder,” Chastity said. “You don’t like them and want nothing to do with them because you’re a pig-headed misogynist male.”
Jack blinked. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“It is a bad thing, silly,” she said, smiling. “But, at least you make up for it by being gentlemanly, and good company.”
“Why, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, and stood up.
Jean took that moment to more or less ambush them. “Ah, there you two are. It’s time to get back to it,” she said. Jack and Chastity had only enough time for crestfallen looks between them, and then it was off to the trenches. The nurses didn’t call a halt until lunchtime, and it was two very wet diapers they changed. Lunch was only a short reprieve, though; within forty-five minutes they were back at it, and during this time both teenagers suffered the ignominious fate of a messy diaper. The nurses took it in stride and dealt with each as tactfully as possible. A final halt wasn’t called until just before dinner at six. After dinner, the two teens had their diapers changed once again, and Chastity contrived to all but vanish upstairs again, Jack following not too much later. They noticed that lights in two more rooms adjacent to the room decked out in yellow were on, and that those rooms were in a similar state of readiness.
“You know, I bet they’re getting these ready for the next wave of testers,” Jack said.
“Think so?” Chastity asked.
Jack nodded. “Makes sense, after all.”
“Well, maybe we’ll have some new faces before the week is out,” she mused. Her face took on a curious expression as an idea came to her. “Maybe they’re long term testers instead of short term like us,” she said.
Jack arched an eyebrow and mulled over that. “Now that’s an interesting idea,” he said. “Very interesting, indeed.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Chastity said, clearly satisfied.
They made their way back to the toy room, which, next to the entertainment room, was their other favorite hang out spot. Chastity sat down amidst the stuffed animals and Jack made himself comfortable in a chair. Chastity picked up a large teddy bear and cuddled with it. “What a day,” she mused.
“Tell me about it,” Jack said. “Though, I’m actually glad we didn’t have this from the start; the monotony, oh the monotony.”
Chastity considered that for several moments. “Hmmm, maybe you have a point,” she said at last. “Day in and day out of this would certainly be annoying.”
Jack nodded. “And to think, only two more days of this,” he said.
Chastity sighed. “Yeah, two more days.”
Jack looked at her oddly. “You almost sound sad.”
She looked at him. “Well, you know I like diapers,” she said and then flushed. “And… well… I kind of like the rest of it, too.”
“What do you mean?” Jack asked with a frown.
Chastity opened her mouth, closed it, went to speak again, stopped, and then looked away for a few moments. “Well, I like being diapered,” she said. Jack’s expression showed he didn’t understand. Chastity blushed a deeper crimson. “I mean… I like having my diapers changed,” she explained. “And I like sleeping in a crib and wearing a footed sleeper.” Her cheeks had gone redder and redder with each word. When she was finished she looked away in embarrassment.
Jack looked at her, and there was something of a smile on his face when Chastity again turned towards him. “So what?” he asked.
“So what? What do you mean so what?” Chastity demanded, a little flustered.
Jack chuckled. “I mean so what. Okay, so you like to wear diapers, you like to use diapers, and you like to sleep in a crib and wear baby pajamas. I mean… who cares?”
Chastity’s eyes glistened. “You mean that?”
Jack nodded. “I do.”
She put her arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Thank you,” she murmured.
Jack put his arms around her in turn. “You’re welcome,” he said softly.
A moment longer, and Chastity pulled away with a sigh, but she looked up at Jack. “Do you think… that if I told my parents about this stuff, they’d… indulge me?”
Jack thought about it for a moment. “I dunno, having never met them… but they might,” he conceded.
Chastity grimaced. “That’s what I thought. I mean, they might is all well and good, but what if they don’t?”
“I don’t have an answer for you,” Jack admitted.
“I know, and its unfair of me to ask one of you,” Chastity said, and then turned away from Jack, who frowned.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked, concerned.
Chastity sighed. “I don’t know; it’s like I’m between two worlds, you know?” She frowned herself, and concentrated. “It’s like… I have one foot in some dream world, this world, where everything is weird but cool, and I have my other foot in the world we’re going back to after this.”
Jack blinked. “That’s… pretty deep,” he said at last. “But, the question is… which world do you want both feet in?”
“That’s the problem,” she said. “I like my feet in both.”
Jack whistled. “That is a problem,” he said. “What are you going to do?”
Chastity shrugged, uncertainty plain on her pretty face. “I don’t know,” she said. “I… just don’t know.”
Jack thought about it for several moments. “Well, can I make a suggestion?”
“Stick to diapers,” he said flatly.
Chastity looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean, stick to diapers. Don’t get into footed sleepers or overalls or cribs or changing tables or any of that. Just stick to diapers,” he said.
Chastity thought about it. “Well, I guess that’s better than nothing,” she admitted.
“Not only that, but it’s… a little more inconspicuous than if you suddenly decked out your room as a nursery,” Jack pointed out.
Chastity nodded. “Yeah, that’s true,” she said and then patted her diapered bottom. “They can be hidden if they need to be.”
“This is true,” Jack agreed.
“It’s not quite what I wanted, but I guess diapers will have to be it,” she said after a few moments’ silence, sounding resigned.
A thought struck Jack at random. “Would you wear them to school?” he blurted, and then flushed at the enormity of his question.
Chastity blushed herself. “Well… I might, yeah,” she admitted.
Jack chuckled. “Talk about brave,” he said. “I don’t think I’d ever wear a diaper to school.”
Chastity gave him a smug look. “That’s because deep down inside you’re just a big chicken,” she said.
“Oh, ha, ha, ha,” he groused.
She giggled. “Admit it; you’re deathly scared of being caught.”
Jack arched an eyebrow. “Of course I am. Aren’t you?”
Chastity shook her head. “Not as much as you are.”
Jack looked at her expectantly, his curiosity piqued. “And why’s that?” he asked.
Chastity thought about it for several moments, and then frowned. “Well, I don’t have any gym classes the rest of the year,” she said.
“Ah, now that is a good point,” Jack agreed.
“That and a skirt will keep whatever bulge there is unnoticeable,” Chastity said.
Jack didn’t quite believe it, but refrained from saying anything about it. He considered Chastity for several moments, in a new light because of these recent revelations. He had known that she liked diapers, but the full treatment? A day or so previously, that wouldn’t have been the case, or so he thought. Maybe as the time went by, Chastity was growing more and more accustomed to this treatment, and that worried him, or at least concerned him. Chastity wearing diapers was one thing, but Chastity getting into the whole groove was another. Jack was very much attached to Chastity; indeed, that was putting it mildly, and it would probably have been more accurate to say he had a crush on her. But he was also at a loss. Was her desire to stay in diapers a good thing, for him at least? After all, he was the only one—and would be the only one at school—who really knew the depth of her attachment to them, or even that she was attached to them at all. Maybe, just maybe with Chastity’s intention to stay in diapers after this week was over, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing her.
Bedtime came, and with it the obligatory period of sleep, much of the night for the two teenagers. The agonizing periods of product testing were enough to see to that. The sun in all of its round and blazing glory peeked over the horizon with some fingers of red and orange glow, and then the first slivers of the old soul’s form, followed over a period of time by the rest of the star’s bulk. The light from this benevolent, beloved celestial body shone down upon its third orbiter and chased away the night with customary efficiency. Haze and fog burned off, the morning shone clear. Light pierced its way through the window blinds of John Adamson’s window at the testing facility, an old school building. It shone in narrow slivers upon his blanket, and presently it danced in his face and stirred him to wakefulness.
A wakefulness that was horrendously marred by the realization that he couldn’t move. When he tried to move again he got the same result; he was restrained in some fashion, his sleep-besotted and still stupid mind wailed at him. Oh, what jolly good fun; the lunatic nurses were apparently into bondage, and Jack was to be their first victim of the day. With each passing moment, Jack was blessed with a greater level of consciousness and awareness of his surroundings; he was not restrained with straps or ties or ropes or anything; something was pressing on him. He tried his arms, and was gratified to realize that both were unrestricted, except that his left upper arm was pinned by this weight pressing against him. He brought his hands about and engaged them in the task of determining what in the sam hill it was that was pressing on him. Just before they were to make contact with the foreign element, Jack opened his eyes and tried to move his head to look down at it, but was prevented by the form, the vile weight, the impertinent, infernal, grasscombing, inveterate, poxed whoreson of a sodomizing bugger—clearly Jack Adamson had been at sea as Jack Aubrey during the night.
His hands encountered female body just a moment before his ears decided to come alive and reveal to him the sounds of breathing. By some inexplicable chance his hand passed across the person’s bottom and he felt the unmistakable presence of a diaper. “Chastity?” he murmured, and managed to adjust his head to have a look; it was. It was only a moment of utter shock and then his face decided it would be fun to imitate the color of an apple, so deep was his blush of embarrassment. He came wholly alive now, and realized that she was very, very comfortably snuggled up to him and sleeping placidly, her breathing in deep and rhythmic sounds, he could make out her upper body swelling and deflating with the air she took in. Sunlight traced outlines on her peaceful face, that beautiful, beautiful face, her left hand was resting the right side of his chest, her right arm was lying to near his head; her body was more on him than not and her positioning just so, which accounted for how handily he was pinned. “Oh, what a fine kettle of fish,” he muttered, the language of early nineteenth century Britain with him still. “I’ve been reduced from human being to teddy bear in the space of a night, forsooth.”
He lifted his head, careful not to strike his chin on Chastity’s head, and inspected what little of the scene he could see beyond blanketed form. He let it drop back to his pillow after a few moments, took in a deep breath and exhaled. Chastity apparently saw fit to do the same, but there came a pleasant sound from her, a sigh of contentment. Jack was moved, and smiled in spite of himself. He let his right arm rest on her back, and unless his eyes were deceiving him he could have sworn he saw her smile ever so slightly as she slept. He was at a loss for when precisely Chastity had come into his room, and how she had managed to get into bed with him without so much as disturbing him in the least. It was quite the conundrum; all he could figure was that he had been so totally blitzed and dead asleep that Chastity might have been loosing close-reefed topsail screeches left and right and raising heaven and hell for all the good it would have done to wake him up. Jack was then struck with the horrid thought that it might all be some extraordinarily lucid dream—in a calm fit of horror he pinched himself directly, and when nothing happened he relaxed. He then proceeded to freeze as Chastity shifted. She resettled herself and was still, Jack allowed himself to breathe again.
Now that Jack was fully awake, his first desire was to get out of his crib and stretch. But, with Chastity so peacefully sprawled atop him, he was singularly disinclined to disturb that status. He contented himself with light, casual stretches of his arms, before laying them back to rest. He stared at the bland ceiling and allowed his mind to wander while she slept; after a few minutes he envied her the fact that she was asleep and he wasn’t. There wasn’t anything to be done about it, though; much as he tried he simply could not get back to sleep. But, he didn’t have to worry over that much longer; just as the sun had woken him, it plied its capers on Chastity as well and stirred her from the depths of her slumber soon enough. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter, and then slowly opened to reveal those lustrous brown orbs of hers.
They danced about for several moments before catching Jack’s, and a true smile came over her lips. “Morning,” she murmured tiredly, and then yawned, closing her eyes again.
“Morning,” Jack said in turn. “What brings you here?” he asked as casually as he could.
“Don’t remember, some sort of nightmare and I needed a teddy bear or something,” she murmured, dreamily.
Jack smiled broadly. A nightmare… it must have been some nightmare to have disturbed her to the point where she had gotten out of her crib and came to his. It had been, actually; Chastity was being pursued by gangs of villains and packs of wild dogs as well as other insidious cretins and was fleeing through a dark city, apparently smashed by world war three. She didn’t remember at which part she had awoken, but she’d jerked into a sitting position, a scream a heartbeat away from erupting out of her throat. She had sat there breathing heavily in her crib, tears streaming down her cheeks from the horrendous fright of it all. When she had thought herself sufficiently calmed, Chastity laid herself back down and tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep; comfort was found, but sleep did not come and she laid there for what she thought was an interminable, intolerable amount of time before she had abandoned the notion altogether. Without thinking, she got out of her crib and padded out of her room and immediately down to Jack’s room. She carefully entered, and even more carefully climbed into his crib, whereupon she had tossed back some of his blanket and snuggled in next to him, replacing it only after she had made herself comfortable. At that point she had laid her head on his chest, and whether it had been the sound of his breathing or the sound and feel of his heartbeat, she was out like a light inside a minute. Jack would not have smiled, not even a little, had he known the extreme nature of her terror.
“Think we ought to get up?” he asked her softly.
“No,” she murmured back.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Stop asking silly questions,” she said, still in that dreamy murmur. A frown came across her features for a moment, but then softened away.
Jack grinned. “But it’s so fun.”
“Shhh…” she adjured him. “Baby Chastity wants to sleep.”
“Well, that’s too bad for ‘Baby Chastity,’” Jack said.
“Baby Jack shouldn’t be mean,” she pouted.
“What if ‘Baby Jack’ wants to get out of bed?”
“Too bad, so sad, not my problem, now shush!” she whined.
Jack chuckled some, but Chastity put an end to his capering by shifting about and snuggling down once again. Jack was at a loss, and so allowed her to remain comfortable, but he could not see that Chastity’s eyes were open, and her eyes were filled with all-too-vivid imagery from the nightmare. She shifted her head some so that her right ear was directly over his heart; it beat with calming regularity and each beat seemed to chase the nocturnal demons of her mind further and further away, as if each thump were cannon going off by the numbers. It had been a great many years since Chastity had been so thoroughly troubled by a dream. The last time it had happened she had wet her bed out of fright, at the tender young age of five. Eleven—almost twelve—years later and it happened again, except whatever wetting there might have been was locked away within the plush of her diaper. Reflecting on the memory of that stormy night of her childhood made her grateful for her diaper now, but also made her hate it with a passion. Much as she enjoyed diapers and in some cases all that entailed, she was most emphatically not someone who needed them for anything more than her own personal entertainment.
Her mind a-swim with disturbing thoughts, Chastity lifted her head and pushed up from Jack a bit to look down at him more squarely. “Jack?” she asked quietly.
“Yes?” he answered, regarding her casually.
“Do… do you think I’m a baby?” she asked.
At once a glib remark came to him, that yes, he thought she was a baby, but there was something in her expression, an earnestness, perhaps, that checked his humor and brought truth to the fore. “No,” he answered. “Not at all.”
“Good,” she murmured. “Very good.”
He frowned at her. “Why so concerned about it?”
“I don’t know… I was just thinking about my nightmare and then my diapers and how something like this happened to me when I was a little girl,” she explained, her words all but tumbling over one another.
“Something like this happened to you before?”
Chastity nodded. “I was like, five years old or something, and I had a really bad dream, it woke me up in the middle of a stormy night and I wet my bed,” she said, blushing ever so slightly as she admitted that to him.
“And something like that happened to you last night?” Jack asked, the picture starting to come together.
She nodded again. “Yeah, and I couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“Ah,” Jack said. “Must have been some dream.”
“Nightmare,” Chastity corrected him quietly. “A horrible, horrible nightmare.”
Jack nodded, allowing the silence to persist for a time. “But, nothing like that happened to you between then and now?”
She shook her head. “No. Well… okay, I’ve had nightmares that have startled me awake since then, but nothing so severe that I couldn’t get back to sleep or wet my bed.”
His next question took her by surprise. “Did you feel yourself wet?”
Chastity blinked at him, but thought about it. “No… not that I can recall,” she said after a few moments’ thought.
“Hmmm, that’s a shame.”
She frowned at him. “Why do you say that?”
“It would be nice for us to start knowing when we’re in need of, shall we say, relief,” Jack pointed out.
Chastity grimaced. “Tell me about it,” she said. “But, at least we can be sure that this… formula or whatever will wear off long before we go back to school.”
“It better, that’s all I can say,” Jack stated flatly.
Chastity giggled suddenly. “Can you imagine having to go get changed by the school nurse?” she asked suddenly.
Jack chuckled. “Oh lord, I don’t even want to think about it,” he said.
Chastity pressed on. “She’d probably make some big deal out of it; you know how perky she is.”
Jack shook his head. “Probably treat you more like a baby than either of our current nurses would,” he said.
“And there’s no guarantee she’d keep it to herself, either,” Chastity added. “I remember I had this really horrible cold freshman year and I had to go see her twice a day for medication; lord the woman did not shut up the whole time she made out my dose. If I hadn’t been so sick I probably would have slapped her silly.”
“I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure, or displeasure, as it were, of having to deal with the woman.”
“You’re lucky, then. But, one mark in her favor is that she’s perfectly willing to call your parents and have them come pick you up,” she said. “That happened a couple of times when my cold was really bad… I think it turned into the flu or something.” She rolled off of Jack and stretched out next to him.
“We should probably get out of bed sooner or later,” he suggested.
Chastity shrugged. “Why bother?”
Now it was Jack’s turn to shrug. “No idea.”
“Then why’d you suggest it?” she asked.
“Not a clue,” he admitted. “Maybe it felt like the right thing to say.”
She giggled. “I see.”
He pointed a finger at her. “Recall that I didn’t say it was a good idea.”
“Well, that’s true.” Chastity leaned up on an elbow and looked down at him. Jack found himself momentarily transfixed by how her hair fell about her when she did, those blond locks of hers blazing in the sun. Purely on instinct he reached his right hand up and stroked her left cheek. She smiled down at him. “What’s that for?”
Jack shrugged. “I dunno,” he said. “It just felt right, y’know?”
She in turn let a hand stroke his cheek. “I know,” she said, but her smile faded, at least from her lips. Her eyes gleamed with it, and seemed to sparkle like a collection of stars.
The moment seized, he kissed her deeply, her surprise shown in her eyes that quickly closed as the pleasure overcame her, a gasp and then it was done and she melted into it. Jack pulled her close to him, one arm behind her back and the other around her neck and head, he let his mind wander as the sweet sensation of her soft, luscious lips on his filled his consciousness to the brim and spilled over. He was dimly aware of her noises of enjoyment, but instinct was almost in complete control; were it not for some logical portion of his mind hanging on for dear life he might have engineered to take her right then and there, diapers be damned.
But it was Chastity who pulled back, who brought the moment up with a round turn and so ended it. For several moments they lay there intertwined, breathing heavily in the wake of the onslaught of adrenaline that had come with the emotions and contact shared. She gazed into his eyes and Jack willed them to show him something, something that would tell him what he desperately wanted to know; was this all there would be? Her eyes shone down upon him, but what he did not know is that Chastity’s mind was spinning faster than his, her burning question not whether this would be everything, but something else. Chastity was infinitely more concerned with Jack’s feelings, and though he showed them tolerably well when they kissed, Chastity wanted—needed—more than that. Was he only interested in her for her body, or was his gentlemanly conduct and appearance thus far who he really was? She didn’t know and so hesitation lurked at every turn, the infernal what if haunted her mind.
Jack sat up fully, then. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, and presently he closed it again. Chastity sat up as well, and was suddenly aware of just how wet her diaper was; it felt as if she would leak at any moment. Jack was pondering the same thing, and suggested that they get out of his crib at last. She agreed, and so they did. It was just as well, for Mary came in a few moments later. “Oh, there you are, Chastity,” she said. “I checked your room and didn’t see you there; is everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Chastity said casually, the picture of innocence.
“Well, breakfast is up; Jean’s on the phone with corporate about something and asked me to set it out for you,” she explained, and so led the two teens to the dining room.
“What’s going on?” Jack asked as they walked.
“I don’t know,” Mary said. “But I think it has something to do with what they’re doing on the third floor. I’m sure you’ve noticed they’ve been quietly getting some of those rooms ready?” Jack and Chastity nodded. “Well, I guess they’ve got a new wave coming in today, and need us to make ourselves scarce while they move them in,” she went on. Jack and Chastity exchanged a look, and breakfast was eaten predominately in silence, but quickly. After breakfast Mary hustled both teens off, adjuring them to get showered and dressed.
“Why do they want us to make ourselves scarce while they move in the next wave?” Chastity asked before Mary could vanish.
“I don’t know, something about the nature of the newcomers or something. As far as I know they actually want us to leave the building while they take care of it,” she explained.
The teens exchanged another look, and Jack asked, “Leave to where, and do what?”
“Jean suggested the mall,” Mary said, to their infinite surprise.
Showers, fresh diapers, clean clothes. Chastity had decided upon an outfit Jack looked upon as stark, raving lunacy, for she had chosen a pleated skirt and leggings to go well with it, as well as a white lady’s polo shirt that had contrived to be rather form-fitting. Ordinarily, Jack would have found the outfit pleasing in the extreme, and while he found it pleasing now, he was all too aware that what the pleated skirt concealed was a thick diaper and not simple panties. Chastity had also managed to put her hair into two simple braids and applied just the right amount of makeup—her appearance very nearly sent Jack into another swirl of emotions, both erotic and concerned in nature. During the interval of showers and departure, for the mall was indeed their destination, as confirmed by Jean just before they had gotten into their respective showers, Jack very casually and very privately asked Chastity what in the sam hill she was about.
She regarded him with surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You’re wearing a skirt!”
“Thank you for that stunning revelation, Captain Obvious,” Chastity said with a rolling of her eyes. “What about it?”
“We’re going to mall. Aren’t you afraid that someone is going to…” Jack hesitated at this point, but his mind knew he was committed one way or another, and so lent him fortitude to proceed, “…see up your skirt?”
Chastity favored him with a smile. “My, I didn’t know you cared so much,” she said demurely. “But to answer your question, no I am not concerned.”
Jack was curious. “Why not?”
“Simply because we’re going to a mall, and malls don’t have sudden drafts of wind that send skirts fluttering.” Her smile broadened. “And besides, you’ll be there to lend a hand should any jackasses rear their ugly heads.”
Jack flushed scarlet—had his ears deceived him?—and smiled like a fool. “So I will,” he agreed. “You do look cute, though.”
Chastity’s blush was only a light pink. “Why thank you.”
And it was at this point that Jack decided to switch gears lest he be overcome by desire again. “So, have you ever been to this city’s mall?”
Chastity shook her head. “No, but I hear it’s pretty cool, as well as very big.”
“Sweet,” Jack mused. He had thought to bring a tidy sum of money—a good deal of it from his parents, who thought he should have his own means—and if all went well he intended to punch a decent hole in it. He hoped there was a good bookstore, and a good games store in this place; he’d never been there himself (thus his question to Chastity), but whenever he went to a mall, those two things were what he chiefly concerned himself with. Clothing, shoes, and the like, anything to do with appearance and he was largely ambivalent to it, unless he strayed into a store such as Hot Topic for a band shirt or something along those lines. A good deal of his friends were a mixed assortment of stereotypical metalheads and Goths, or those who saw fit to dress like them, as well as several of them from all three classes being gamers; they got along famously with their mutual interests in music and computer-generated bloodshed. Come to think of it, he had been meaning to pick up a new band shirt as of late… perhaps he could do so today.
Chastity was, predictably enough, hoping that Old Navy, Gap, Abercrombie and Fitch, Aeropostale, and a few others were about; a girl could never have too many articles of clothing after all. Jack was oblivious to this; if he wasn’t careful he’d likely be carrying several of Chastity’s bags, depending on just how wild she got and whether or not her present financial situation would accommodate her wildness. Like Jack’s parents, Chastity’s had endowed her with wealth enough to see her through the week and a little ways beyond; since meals were provided, that presented Chastity with a surplus of money for entertainment or personal purposes, and a piratical, predatory gleam entered her eyes as she pondered which stores she was going to hit first.
Soon enough they were off, Jack looking a little glum at going into so public a place wearing a diaper, Chastity seemed her usual cheerful self, and the two nurses were mum. Jack swiftly retreated into the relative safety of his iPod and the metal fortitude in its memory, at least until Chastity swiped an ear bud, wiped it off on his pant leg and plugged it into her own ear. Jack was on the verge of protest when she swiped the iPod itself and began rifling through his collection again. His mouth was hanging open but words would not come forth; he ended up sighing and closing his mouth, relegating himself to be surprised by whatever Chastity decided to listen to. Of course, Jack was reasonably surprised to find out that Chastity was developing a taste for good metal, or at least Jack’s idea of good metal. She lingered on bands like Dream Theater and Symphony X, while at the same time sampling Megadeth, Liquid Tension Experiment, and a few others that Jack had. Of course, Chastity didn’t always stay with a song to hear it the entire way through; sometimes she reached a certain point (usually just before the best part, to Jack’s chagrin) and then switched to something else.
The trip to the mall wasn’t all that long in terms of distance, but it was in terms of driving time; the best way, apparently, was to go straight through town, and every traffic light seemed to see them coming a mile away and it was rare they made it through any given intersection while the light was still green. But, they did finally make it there, and all four walked to the entrance together, stopping outside at Jean’s behest. “Alright kids,” she began. “You two go have some fun, but let’s meet back here in two hours time; we’ll go to lunch and then it’s back to the building.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Chastity said.
Jean nodded. “Well then, Mary and I are going to take advantage of this time as well, and if you absolutely need a change before the two hours are up, try to find us; there’s a diaper bag in the trunk,” she explained, but quietly, lest passersby hear anything.
Jack grimaced. “Let’s hope we don’t have to use it,” he said.
“Amen,” Mary agreed.
With that, the four split up; Chastity and Jack walked into the mall together while Jean and Mary went their own ways. Chastity fairly bubbled with excitement at being out amongst normal people again, and especially at being out of the old school building turned product-testing facility. Jack had a sneaking suspicion that it was all she could do to keep from jumping for joy. “So, where to first?” he asked, steering towards a mall directory.
Chastity was, apparently, having nothing to do with a mall directory. “This way,” she said—commanded—and grabbed him by the hand, jerking him away from the directory.
Jack restrained a surprised yelp and hastily set his feet into her pace—since when was she so strong, anyway?—and blushed, of course, at the fact that she was holding his hand.
“And what’s this way?” he asked, lamely enough.
Chastity favored him with a smile after slowing to a more humane pace. “Who knows, who cares? Let’s go find out.”
“Fair enough,” Jack said.
They passed a fair number of stores selling well-to-do clothing, a leather good store, the obligatory Spencer’s Gifts, until Chastity caught sight of a Gap and Jack—restraining a groan, because he’d made out the Hot Topic sign a little ways farther on—was dragged inside. It was here that he was made to appraise several shirts and pants as Chastity held them up to her person, but his mental lethargy vanished when she selected some clothes and went to the dressing rooms. Jack’s eyes about shot out of his head when he realized where she was going, but he kept silent—though he feared he would shatter his teeth if he didn’t say something—and fervently prayed that there were no ‘dressing stall monitors’ as there were sometimes tags or notices in dressing rooms; if there were, they were in for something particularly unusual. And of course, Jack had to offer commentary on whatever she came out in. He was, he found, thankful to be at the mall so early; it was fairly empty, and the likelihood of anything untoward happening was very, very remote.
“What do you think, the tan pants and the green shirt or the khaki skirt and the pink shirt?” she asked him, having taken several minutes to narrow it down to which outfits she liked best.
Jack thought about it for a few moments, and finally said, “the pants and green.” Chastity considered his words, and then went ahead and bought both outfits anyway. While the transaction was completing and Chastity was shelling out a fair amount of cash, Jack privately wonder why she had even bothered to ask him in the first place. But, he wasn’t left to wonder for very long, and sure enough he was carrying Chastity’s bag for her as they left the store. The irony, however, was lost on him as they walked down the passageway, Chastity looking into stores of interest, but not yet choosing to go into one. He was also doing his very best to forget that he was wearing a diaper, but in so public a place he couldn’t help but be reminded of its presence with every step he took.
However, when they came abreast of Hot Topic, Jack very casually steered Chastity into it before she was aware of what she was walking into. She looked at Jack and was on the verge of wondering aloud whether he was actually a Goth in disguise when he made a beeline for the band shirts and was looking over the wall of them with a keen, practiced eye. Chastity came up next to him and watched. “On the hunt, I see,” she mused idly as Jack scrutinized the shirts.
He took a moment to look at her. “Yes,” he affirmed. “I’m looking for a shirt that I wasn’t able to pick up at Gigantour… ah!” he said in triumph and looked through the appropriate stack of shirts until he found the size he wanted as well. “Booyah,” he murmured in satisfaction, standing with the prized article in his hand. He looked around the store and browsed a few of the aisles idly, slowly making his way to the register. Chastity, after a smile of amusement at Jack’s antics, looked around as well, not exactly familiar with Hot Topic, since it laid outside the realm of the fashions she typically preferred. Jack found another shirt that struck his fancy and brought it to the register as well.
Soon, they were out in the main corridor strolling along with nary a care in the world, or at least that’s how it appeared. Chastity had this strange feeling in her abdomen that she couldn’t quite narrow down, but what she did know is that she didn’t much care for it, particularly as it wasn’t all that pleasant of a feeling, anyway. It wasn’t bad enough to distract her or otherwise cause her discomfort, so she rode it out whenever it arose. Jack was none the wiser to this, but he did notice that their walk was a largely silent one; try as he might, he couldn’t think of anything to say that would break it appropriately, so he was left with no real option but to let it hang.
He was, oddly enough, immensely thankful for a girlish outburst from Chastity as they passed by a particular store. “Ooh!” she exclaimed and darted over to the window. “These shoes are so cute!” Jack had an image of torturous death coming his way the instant Chastity said the word ‘shoes.’ But, he nevertheless walked up to her as she ogled the window display of shoes. She chattered idly about this pair or that one, listing off their worthy qualities and how one pair was better than another, so on and so forth. But to his immense relief, Chastity didn’t make any move to go into the store itself; after a time she lost interest and resumed walking, with Jack dutifully taking up his position at her side.
“I gotta say that I really don’t know all that much about shoes,” he said at random.
Chastity giggled. “Of course you don’t; shoes are a hobby for women since they can make or break a look; you men—or, should I say, boys—have it so much easier when it comes to shoes.”
“Well, I won’t argue with that,” said Jack, who’s idea of shoes making or breaking an outfit was limited to w