I noticed. From her perspective I was trapped, braindead, diaper dependent. Running around carefree between Amazon legs, my short dress always at risk of flipping up, showing my diaper, and I showed no signs of being aware of that. None at all of caring about it.
But I saw her, staring, her gaze following me and nobody else as I dodged Amazons, my giggles drawing attention from others and exclamations of delight at how cute I was. The Amazons however just looked, laughed, enjoyed the small distraction from the main event.
We were in the safe zone. No adoptions allowed, all littles assumed free or already being cared for, so I could run as fast as a bulky diaper allowed. It was clean too, changed before we came in, no extra weight or swelling to slow me down.
So I ran, laughed, played, had fun. I paused at times, the show drawing my attention. Not hers though. She was rapt, a personal audience, eyes only for me. No diaper, dressed like an adult; dressed like an Amazon. So a free little, but why was she so fascinated by me?
I never looked directly at her, aware of her scrutiny in my periphery, avoiding eye contact even when my head turned towards or past her. Even now, my burst of energy wearing off, sinking to my knees on the thick carpet I looked at the show but she was still over there, unmoving, watching.
That meant she saw me being picked up, big arms swooping down and lofting me high. The arm coming under me for support missed and I slipped down, not quite high enough to rest on a hip but enough friction that as I slid down my dress didn’t come with me. For a moment my diaper was clearly in sight before I was hoisted up again, this time onto the hip properly, an arm holding me steady and my dress restoring my dignity.
To the extent you can have any, flashing your diapers in public.
“Are you wet?”
I looked up into the smiling face and frowned. “How would I know?” I asked sweetly, “Why would I care? I’m not changing this diaper.”
A hand supporting me shifted a little, squeezed, tested the diaper. Disappointment in the tone as an admission was made. “Seems dry still.”
“It wont be for long,” I promised, “Put me down, I need to do something.”
That got a chuckle, both of us knowing where that was leading. Normally. As soon as I had my feet back on the carpet I ducked away and ran off with a triumphant cackle, a sigh of exasperation behind me. Normally that would cause Amazons to change course, acceleration into action, home in on me. Anything to help control a wayward little. But this was a safe zone, if I did decide to flee then nobody would stop me.
I didn’t flee. I circled through the crowds, always getting closer to her. She’d been watching me throughout, must have seen my diaper when I was picked up. Eventually I just turned and went straight to her.
“Hi,” I said, “Are you enjoying the show?”
“Show?” she asked in astonishment. She hadn’t expected me to approach her, to talk to her, to speak normally and in full control. She also hadn’t been watching the show; I’d been her entertainment all evening.
A quick glance towards the show, wrapping up, I finally made full eye contact. “Yes, I thought it was ok in parts. Just nice to get out, socialise, meet new people, have some fun in public from time to time though. You?”
She hadn’t fully recovered. “I, umm. Yes. Yeah, it’s good,” she said, then looked down and stopped.
Rather than lift my skirt to show her what was underneath I waited, gave her time.
“You’re in diapers?” she eventually asked. “Your Amazon brings you here?”
I smiled at her. “We like the atmosphere and I get to properly play while we can both enjoy the show. More freedom than some places.”
She absorbed that, looking at me in wonder. “You could go then?”
This time I didn’t smile, just nodded at her. “You saw who picked me up a moment ago?” I asked, knowing already she had.
Her turn to nod.
“Nowhere in sight now,” I said, not turning to check, “Doesn’t care, trusts me to head back when I’m ready. Or when I need a change.”
She absorbed that too. This wasn’t a relationship she’d encountered before. “You need a change?” she asked timidly, more confirming what I’d said than asking my current state. Although..
“I’ll never admit to knowing, but..” I said, following up with a wink and a big grin. “Anyway, lovely to meet you, and hopefully we can play next time. I ought to head back, I need..”
What I needed I left unsaid as I turned and ran back through the Amazons as they started to leave, the show over. That I needed a change became rapidly apparent as I was lifted again, this time hoisted above Amazon head height, perched on shoulders with my knees around a caring neck, ankles held safely in front, diaper hanging below my dress behind, advertising its soggy state.
“You had fun tonight,” I was told and didn’t disagree, “Did you make a new friend there?”
As I held onto ears to steer I leaned forward, whispered into one of them. “I think we both did. Wait here.”
I was lifted from my Amazon throne and swung back down to the ground and we stood there, me clinging onto a wide leg in a cuddle and getting my hair tousled as a reward. Around us other Amazons passed, some with their littles, many smiling in appreciation at our statuesque pose.
It got quiet, most people gone, then some gentle footsteps which drew closer then stopped. I released the leg, turned and saw her.
She’d stopped to look at us, then looked at me. I smiled and she nearly burst into tears.
Instead she walked up to me and grabbed me in much the same way I’d grabbed that leg. A long close cuddle, my shoulder getting damp as she did eventually let the tears come, my thin dress sharing my body warmth with her as I looked up, an imperceptible shake of my head declining immediate assistance.
Eventually the close hold relaxed and I let her slowly disengage, keeping enough contact on her arms that as we were about to lose touch I could bring her back in, this time for a quick hug.
“You’re ok,” I told her, “We can talk about it.”
She smiled wanly at me, wanting but scared to believe me. Silence as she made a decision then turned away from me, looked up. A quick glance back at me for reassurance and I smiled, nodded, and she looked back up and this time held her arms up too.
“Umm. M.. Mommy?” she asked nervously.
A pause. One of those awful pauses, the everything stopping and a world falling apart suddenly now ready to end.
I looked up, saw a fleeting question in the expression looking back. Another imperceptible head movement from me, this time a nod.
Big arms reaching down and it was her turn to be lofted, held closely on a hip. A different hand came down for mine and we turned to head home.
“Of course Sweetie, this little ragamuffin needs someone to show her how to behave. Lets get you both home and into clean diapers.”
I smiled and let myself be pulled along. Sometimes even Amazons make the right decision.