She just wanted to wash my hair? I didn't see how I couldn't just do that myself I mean it's was simple as rubbing in shampoo then washing it out again right? Although since I couldn't speak French it seemed more complicated to try and validate a 'no' than to simply comply. There was a sloshing noise as I shifted myself in the bathtub so my knees were tucked beneath me and my back was turned to Colette.

It turned out I was wrong, it seemed when you had long hair past your shoulders there was more to the washing process if you wanted to keep it nice and tangle free.
I still didn't really understand the need for conditioner. I mean what exactly did it do? Add if it did something extra why didn't they just add it to shampoo to save time. Scientifically there was probably all valid reasons behind it all but it seemed abit like hair product companies were probably just trying to sell you something you didn't need.
Still, Colette seemed passionate about it, talking away instructively as she rubbed and rinsed. She left me with the bottle, from with I read the lengthly list of 'natural' ingredants but still couldn't unlock the reasons why it was import to feed my hair coconut oil and lemon juice.
Oh well, no time to wonder if hair got hungry or not, Colette wanted me to hurry.

I wondered back to the bedroom in a pair of fluffy towels wondering what clothes Colette had left out today. I think Madeline had said the uniform was white and blue, so it would probably be the blouse and skirt I had worn yesterday?
Actually was there much point in getting dressed since Madeline was coming around with shoes, bras and whatever she had termed 'security panties'. I would at least try and find Colette, if Madeline wasn't here yet she would probably want to brush and style my hair for today.

Colette was waiting in Jo's room, debating what to dress Jo in. On the one hand the school uniform was supposed to be a white shirt and blue jumper, and the skirt from yesterday and white shirt were pretty close, on the other hand nobody actually wore the uniform (since they hadn't ordered enough of them) so having Jo dress like that on her first day might make her look weird. Maybe, it was so hard to tell what teen girls thought of each other.

Still, she eventually opted for a green dress with a longer skirt. Yesterdays skirt had been to short, Jo obviously didn't know how to move in one and thus spent the whole day flashing her underware...well diapers. She was fairly certain the skirt would have worked better if it had been put on right, but even then she still would have flashed some. So the longer skirt should avoid that problem today, and the green dress was pretty enough.

She also set out one pair of the thick panties. Madeline should be there soon, and the panties would work till then. Besides, she had another use in mind for the panties, although she'd see if it was a good idea later. Lastly she got out the hairbrush and another ribbon which matched the dress. She figured there'd be time to do Jo's hair while they waited for Madeline, and then she'd make breakfast as the two girls worked out bra's and underwear.

"Hey." I smiled when I found Colette waiting for me in the bedroom, it was nice that I didnt have to go looking all around the house for her. Thinking back to my parents it had always been difficult to locate them, partially due to living in a large house but also because they were always off doing there own thing. If I needed one of them I always had to do a full search of every room in the house, I swear on some occasions they seemed to dissapear complete and only to show up when I didn't need them anymore.

"So am I getting dressed now, or?" I asked qizzically, nodding towards the clothes Colette had fetched. It seemed odd to get dressed and then have to take everything off again when Madeline arrived with all the underclothes. On the other hand a pair of panties had caught my attention. I knew there was probably 0.001 percent probablity but I lived in hope that once I wearing them prohaps Colette might have a change of mind about putting me in diapers or Madeline's changing panties.

"Just the panties, for a little bit. I figure you won't want to wait around naked, while I brush your hair." Colette held the panties out for the child to step into. Once she was in them she gestured for the girl to sit down on the end of the bed while she picked up the hairbrush.

Colette was tempted to give the girl another set of pigtails, but she was worried they might be a bit to childish. Not that the child couldn't pull off "cute and sprightly", for that matter the teen often acted very childish, but still. It might be best to give her a more dignified style. Help her feel more confident.

So she brushed out Jo's luxurious hair, and then wove it into a single braided ponytail, tied with the green ribbon. This was still pretty, and it kept the hair out of the girls face and secure behind her, but it was also somthing a grown women might wear (although perhaps without the ribbon).

She was just holding up the mirror for Jo to see when she heard the ring of the doorbell. "That must be Madeline, you stay here Jo, I'll send her up to you." She ran down to get the front door.

It was kind of patronising that Colette held out the painties for me to step into like you might dress a toddler, I would have been more respectful to my age if just had just handed them to me dress myself, then again this was the woman who had been diapering me the past few nights, I felt it wasn't worth surrendering the chance to wear panties for the sake of my pride. I stepped in obediantly with only the slightest hint of disgruntlement and then let her pull them up for me.

"Not the dress?" I asked whenever picked up the hair brush and gestured for me to sit down but I realised she hadn't been planning to dress me, she just wanted to make sure I was wearing protection, even if only for a little while before Madeline came. That made me feel quite degraded, she didn't trust me not to half an accident but I supposed maybe I was just deludeing myself if I tried to tell myself otherwise.
I sat there feeling a little put out, wrapped in my towel while Colette brushed my hair.

"That looks pretty." I complimented her with a grateful smiled, her efforts cheering me up, as embrassing as my incontinance situation was, it felt good to look pretty, it gave me a sense of self worth and confidence. If I ever got my real body back I'd make much more of an effort to take care of it and look my best.

The doorbell rang and Colette asked me to wait while she got Madeline. I continued to apprechaite the pony tail and the compliments it paid to exposing my face from different angles then I put the mirrior down witha paniced start as I realised Colette had said she was going to send Madeline up to me, not bring the things up herself.
I wasn't properly dressed. Madeline was going to see me with little more than a bathtowel around me. That made me feel akward. I tried to take some deep breaths and not get myself worked up about it. Besides it might just be as akward for her seeing her friend almost naked.

Colette opened the door to see Madeline as expected. The girl wore an excited expression on her face, so either she wasn't nervous about today or was overcompensating. "Come in Madeline, its good to see you. I'm sure Jo will be happy you're here. "

Madeline stepped in. was carrying a number of bags with her. "That's good. I've got the bras, plus a set of shoes that should fit her. And I got the 'security panties' i promised although I don't think that will be working out as well as I hoped."

"I'm assuming that security is just a euphamism for childrens disposable training pants, like Pull-Ups or somthing? Why don't you think they will work anymore. Are they to small." Colette was a little worried about that, taking Jo to school in diapers would be incredibly akward and risky, but taking her to school in panties would probably be worse.

" No, but I was originally hoping ot get the plain, discrete ones that the girl I was babysitting wears now. The problem is that apparently she only got those because she point blank refused to wear the more babyish style ones her father usually gets her. See he's a trucker and he picks up month sized crates when he passes through the city on his way home, but this month he's going ot be a few weeks late. So she has enough to last her, but not enough to share. But she also had quite a few packs of the really babyish ones to give away. They'll fit Jo but, well." She held up one of the undergarmens, it was bright pink with baby minny mouse pictures.

Colette blinked. Yes, Jo would certainly hate wearing that. But…"Just remind her the alternative is going to school in a diaper and getting changed by me at the school. Now you better head upstairs and get to work, I'll get started on breakfast. " Colette and Madeline nodded to each other and went their separate ways.

Deciding to save the training pants till later, Madeline took out one of the bras, a basic white one with a small pint ribbon on it. She opened the door "Jo, I'm here and I've got…" She stopped, there sat Jo in just her panties, and it was a beautiful sight to Madeline. Jo's soft skin on display, her hair in a braid, and figure her…Madeline gave her head a quick shake. "I see you've been waiting for me. That's good, cause I'd thought we'd start with seeing if the bra's I bought fit. I have a couple in case this one is uncomfortable. Now, do you know how to put on a bra?"

Madeline had caught me at exactly the wrong moment. I had breifly taken off the towel because I had wanted to wrap it more securely for when she came in. Oh well, she had seen everything I had to offer now, I felt really embrassed being caught out like that but thankfully Madeline began chatting as if it was nothing.
Bringing my lowered eye up to meet hers and realising I didn't need to feel ashamed I greeted her with a smile deserving of her kindness.
After all we were both girls here right?... Well technically anyway.

"Oh course I do." I said quickly, with a hint of indignation. What would she think if I had said no? Anyway I sure it couldn't be that difficult I had taken a number of them off after all.
"Here give it to me." I got off the bed and took the plain but kind of cute bra from her hands.
Now how was it my ex's always did this?

I knew that it was easier to but the bra on backwards, so you did the hooks so that they were in front of you, with the cups at your back.
I did that first, streaching the elestic material around my cheast.
The hooks where damn small but I was able to get them in without looking too obviously akward.
Next I tugged the bra around so it was facing the right way and pulled the cups up so they were beneath my breasts and finally slipped my arms through the straps, just tugging and tweaking in places till it all felt right.
Actually I had to admit it felt pretty great, I felt supported, my breasts no longer simply crushed into my cheast but supported in front of me as the should be. It was a lot more comfortable.

"Does it look alright?" I asked Madeline, not really sure if the bra was the right size or not. I noticed that she didn't need to shift her gaze whenever I turned to speak with her, which meant she must have had her eyes on my the whole time.
I bit my lip lightly with the nerves that woke in me and turned away to hid what felt like blush coming on, pretending to be looking in the mirror.
Why was Madeline watching me like that? Wasn't it rude to stare, even if we were friends? Maybe I was just being paranoid.

I looked at myself in the mirror properly and almost verbalised a 'wow'. Where as the tight shirt Colette had lent me squashed my boobs flat, wearing a proper bra pushed them up.
Okay I'll admit it's not as if it suddenly seemed to move me up an entire bra size, the difference was nominal, my breasts remained the same size after all, but what difference it did make seemed to be just the right difference.
I looked good.
I blinked and looked away from the mirror, quite shocked and a little worried to admit I might actually be attracted to myself.

"Um it feels like it's okay. What do you think?" I asked Madeline again.

Madeline smiled. "You really have a nice figure Jo, I almost feel jealous. As for the bra, it looks pretty good. Although." She stepped over to her friend and losened the straps just a tiny bit, "I find its best to have it snug, but not tight. Otherwise it will get uncomfortable later in the day as you move around. But otherwise it looks pretty good." Which given how akwardly Jo had put the bra on was a surprise, with all her fumbling Madeline was convinced she'd make a mistake, but it had worked reasonably well. Madeline figured Jo wasn't used to putting on her own bra, but had seen other people put on theirs.

Stepping back she gave Jo an appraising look. Wanting to delay the panties issue as long as possible, she instead suggested "Why don't you put your dress on while I dig out your shoes, we can try them on next." She turned her back and made a show of digging for the shoes although they were on the top. She took them out.

The shoes were blue, slip on walking shoes. If she'd gotten the size right, they should fit snugly but reasonably comfortably on Jo's feet. They were deseigned for everyday wear, not as supportive as tennis shoes, but you could safely run in them. They were rather plain, but they'd look alright with most any dress. Frankly Jo's feet were just to small, most of the shoes in that size were meant for children. And while Madeline figured Jo would look cute in such shoes, cute enough that she could pass without comment (well, it would depend on exactly which shoe) she knew that with the training pants coming up she should push as little as possible, and so had chosen these.

"Are you ready Jo, want to try on the shoes?"

"You shouldn't need to feel jealous." I told her with a hint of confusion, raising an eyebrow. Did Madeline have an issue with her appreance? I didn't think she looked bad at all, or prohaps she was just paying a compliment. I decided not to push it and nodded as she suggested I get dressed, glad she'd had the benefit of exprience to know the bras should be lossened to keep it comfortable.

"Aw jeez you guys don't trust me even to tie my own laces do you?" I teased after pulling my head through the collar of the green dress and fixing the sleeves, first it had been flip-flops and now another sort of slip on shoe. These did look quite reasonable though.

"Are my feet really that small?" I asked a little supprised. I was used to having rather large feet, the ones I had now could have been a childs. Still they seemed to fit the shoes okay.
"Hmmm" I wriggled my toes to see how much room was left. It was a snug fit but at least the material the shoes were made from felt soft and didn't bite into my ankles which were exposed.

I walked around in them a couple of steps, and noticed how much further the hem of today's dress fell as it swished around with my steps. Again I knew that was Colette's thoughfulness at work, I'd feel more confident now that it was pretty unlikely anyone would catch a glimpse of those security panties I was going to be wearing beneath.

"Okay the shoes fit good. Thanks very much Madeline, you've been a big help."
I lingered a moment wondering if I should now brooch the subject of today's 'security measures' I was still kind of hoping I might get the chance to wear panties but I also knew Colette wasn't the sort of person who was just likely to forget.

Madeline took a deep breath. Here it came, the big one, and no way was it going ot be pretty. " Alright Jo. Now I brought you a couple pairs of white panties which are one size to large for you, actually they're my old ones. Any case I figured you could wear them over the security panties and even if someone sees up your skirt they won't be able to tell you're not wearing normal panties." Well the panties would still look a bit bulkier than normal, and there was the bright pink which might still be slightly visible through the white, but it should still hold up for quick glances, and muffle any crinkling sounds, these weren't as loud as a diaper but they did still crinkle some.

Of course it wouldn;t hold up for anyone looking closely, but if no one knew to look it should be fine. "Now I know these are a little childish, but just remember nobody will see them so it doesn't matter. And you can easily pull them on and off like panties to use the bathroom. Although you'll need to remember not to pull them all the way down, I know some girls do that but its best to keep them at you knees and I'm getting off topic. Lets just try them. You should take off your shoes first, it will be easier that way. "

And with that Madeline pulled out the oversized toddler training panties in all their pink, plastic, Baby Minnie Mouse adorned glory and held them out for Jo to try.