"Oh wow that was thoughtful thanks." I told her with warm apprechation as she explained the white panties to wear over the security panties as a sort of disguise I guess but it certainly sounded as if it would be another measure towards keeping my secret a secret. It was a little weird to think that Madeline had once worn them, but obviously they would have been washed and besides I had already been wearing quite a few of what must have been Colette's old clothes.

Whatever optimise I was feeling suddenly feel through my feet and seeped through the floorboards as Madeline revealed the 'security panties' I was speechless. I literally felt betrayed. My mind was whirling and whirling desperate to say something but my thoughts wouldn't straighten into sentances and my mouth was dry as it hung aghast.

Eventally I managed a dry and pained,
"Are you serious?" More angerily than Madeline deserved, it hurt my unshod foot when I tantrumously stammped it on the floor for enthisas.
I didn't care if techincally they were termed pull-ups or toddler pants or whatever, in my mind they were definatly still diapers.
"Minnie mouse? Fucks sake." I felt like crying, this wasn't what I had imagined.

Madeline flinched at Jo's cussing. Of course this wasn't going well, she'd known that from the start this would be a tough sell. "Look, I'm sorry Jo, these were the best I could get. I didn't want to get you this kind but I couldn't do better." MAking excuses, that would help. Maybe she should try the blunt approach. "I'm sorry Jo but there aren't allot of 'mature' options for teen girls who wet themselves like little babies."

That was precisely the meanest thing she could have said. She tried again, going for a concilatory tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I don't think you're a baby, but these are your best option. Your panties are to thin, Colette's not going to let you go to school in them. And think about how you'd feel if she did and you leaked. How would you feel then?"

"And these may look kiddie, but they're easier to hide than diapers, and this way you can easily go to the bathroom yourself. Colette wants you...you need to be protected. I didn't get these to be mean, I'm sorry I couldn't get somthing better. I'll try as hard as I can to get ahold of some less childish ones, and I bet Colette will help there. Please Jo, for now, please."

I returned a sour glower to Madeline's 'little baby' remark, I could feel a cocktail of embrassment and anger prickling like hot electricity under my skin, I was sure I was going red in the face but could do little to stop that all my attention was focused on trying not to cry and be demeaned even further.
For the life of me I could think of any good argument against her logic though against a plain and simple 'I don't want to wear those.' I could remember my own little sister wearing something similar when she was potty training but she had been 5 not 15!
"Fine." I answered coldly, snatching the pull-ups from Madeline and turning my back to her as I reluctantly pulled down my panties . I felt a wave of nausiating familarity as I streached open the elasticated cotton sides of the pull ups, I could vaguely remember this from childhood. Trying to be brave I stepped one naked foot through and then the other and quickly hoisted them up, letting loose a small sob as the faint plastical rustling sound as I drew them up but quickly composed myself.
They felt snug, like someone was cupping my butt and my crotch, I could definatly notice the extra padding compared to my thick panties, but it was nothing like wearing diapers.
It still felt humiliating though.

I sniffed as I slipped back on my shoes and turned moodily back to Madeline.
"We should probably go now. Colette will be waiting." I didn't want to leave any room for comment. I knew Madeline would probably try to say something supportive but frankly I couldn't handle effectively being told I was a 'goog girl' for wearing my pull-ups.
I felt anxious and dizzy, best just to get on with the day before I worried myself sick wit self pity.

"Umm, well actually Jo there's somthing else we need to do first." Oh god this was going badly. Madeline was becoming increasingly worried that Jo would hate her after this morning. There simply wasn't any way to prevent bright pink toddler training pants to a teen girl that would somehow get her to ignore what they really were.

"Now that we know that they fit properly, we...I'm sorry you should apply some oil and powder, to protect your skin." Madeline produced two small bottles, one of oil and one of powder. She'd removed the labels although she was fairly certain Jo would still recognize them for baby products. "And after that you might want to slip these over it." She held one of the pairs of panties she'd brought so the girl could camoflauge her sharmeful undergarment.

I sighed recognising she was right and have a forlorn nod.
"Okay" I answered simply with neither distain or any sense of pleasure and accepted the two small bottles aswell as the panties.
"I'd like some privacy please." I told her a little stiffly but only because I really wasn't in the mood for any more aggrevation or stress and waited for her to leave and close the door behind her.

I sat for a moment blankly staring at the bottles, one in either hand, wondering how I was supposed to do this. I never really paid much attention whenever Colette was diapering me, I was usually looking away.
Oh well, I'd at least have to give it a go, Colette and Madeline were waiting.
Standing, I pulled the pull-ups down, it felt ridiculous to have these toddler diapers hugging around my knees like I was a little child about to try and use the potty. I tried to shake the thoughts away and just get on with it.
'Okay powder first' I told myself. Colette usually applied some to the diapers and then would rub some into my the tops of my thighs. I guessed it was to prevent chaffing. So I did so, squeesing on the bottle a thick perfumed plume of power shot out, maybe I over did that abit? I took care to gently shake some into my cupped hand the second time as I readied to rub it into my inner thighs, I scowled with frustration as most of it just got all over the floor, this was turning into a messy business.
I made matters worse by getting powdery fingerpints on my dress as I had to juggle around, one hand holding up my skirt while the other tried to open the bottle of oil.
Getting incresingly more and more flustered I hurryed with applying the oil, feeling squimish at the sensations I was stirring in myself, whenever Colette did it she was always gentle and considerate, In my akward standing position I was finding it difficult to apply a line between just applying oil and actual masterbation. Quickly deciding I had applied enough I hoisted the Pull-ups around my waste again, knowing quite abashfully I had done a pretty awful job at this. I desperately needed to wash my sticky hands.

After returning from the bathroom sink and doing my best to get the poweder marks out of my dress I headed downstairs with the two bottles, now wearing Madeline' white panties over my Pull-up, I figured I would be expected to take them with me to school today incase inevitably I would have to change but I had no bag of my own so hopefully Colette would be taking them for me.

Madeline was a bit hesitant to leave Jo alone. She was more than a little certain that Jo new precisely nohting about how to apply baby oil and powder, paticularly not how to apply them to herself. On the other hand it wouldn't do to push Jo further, so she left.

When she got downstairs she noticed an old looking brown bookbag sitting on the couch. It appeared to be in pretty good condition despite the age. Colette spoke fromt he kitchen, "Like it, I figured Jo could use it, I already stocked it with a few notebooks and pens. I thought she could put her changing supplies in the extra pocket."

Madeline glanced up to see Colette still working on breakfast. "Looks nice to me. The bra and shoes fit nicely, and so did the training pants, but she wasn't happy about those and wanted to put them on alone." Colette stiffined to hear that, having the same worries Madeline did. "Don't worry, they're easy to pull off and on, she should be fine. What's for breakfast?"

"Omlettes. Their filling and give energy, but also light." Colette turned back to her work. "Could you get out some galsses of orange juice?" Madeline quickly moved to comply.

The two of them had finished setting everything on the table when Jo came down. Madeline took one look and ran to get a wet washcloth, while Colette simply asked "Jo, why do you have baby powder smears on your dress." She pointed out a paticularly large spot near the bottom of the skirt, on the girl left side.

'What were those looks for?' I wondered, startled that the moment I came down the stars Madeline would choose to rush to the sink, however following Colette's stare of what I took to be mild disbelief, I saw everyone's attention was focused on a large powder smear I had missed when I'd tried to clean up.

"It was an accident." I whined when I sensed a slight note of accusation in the tone of Colette's question and was able to take the meaning even if I didn't get the words.
I felt like I was being picked on today, it just seemed to be one bad thing after the other.

"I did try." I told her in ernest, I was sure I'd do better next time and anyway I was wearing the stupid diapers wasn't I? They should apprechaite the fact I wasn't making a fuss about all this.

Madeline returned with the cloth. "Here Jo, this will be an easy fix." She knelt down and quickly wiped up the mess. While she was there she also got a few other tiny powder smears that were still on the dress. The result was several slightly damp sports which should be gone soon. "There that's done."

"Perhaps we shouldn't let her handle this herself." Colette honestly wasn't sure how they'd handle it, but she also knew nothing good would come of Jo walking around with baby powder smeared on her dress.

"Lets give her another chance. Ummmm, Jo, I don't want to sound mean, but you need to be careful with the powder, the "security panties" don't require as much, and you should wipe off your hands afterwards." She hoped the quick advice would be enough. Jo probably wouldn't be open to a demonstration. Come to think of it she didn't know much about putting diapers on yourself. She hadn't wet in the day, and her mother had always handled the bedtime diapers.

She took a step back. "You look nice Jo, and there's no way to tell anything."

At this point Colette decided it might be best to give Jo a chance to cool off. "How about breakfast." She gave smile and gestured towards the table.

I sighed, they really treated me like a child sometimes... I mean above and beyond everything else that is.
"The powder came out too quickly I couldn't help it." I told her defensively and I had washed my hands afterwards, I wasn't totally useless. Still it was kind of her to mop up the missed stains.
"Thanks." I said, making an effort not to sound like such a grouch and a smile crept unbiddly along my lips at her flattering comment. I have her a coy look but it was nice to be told I looked good and reassuring.

"yes." I answered Colette feeling ravenous but turned back to Madeline raising the bottles in my hands. "What shall I do with these?"

"Put then down on the couch next to that book bag, we'll pack them later." Madeline smiled at Jo. For some reason she reminded Madeline of some the children she babysat, the ones of about seven who have suddenly decided they can take care of themselves even though they couldn't, and would invariably get into trouble if left to their own devices. Right down to the demand to be left alone while she took care of herself. "For the powder, did you squeze it? That always makes it shoot out, your supposed to shake it lightly, that way its more controlable."

Colette felt this could have all been avoided if Madeline had simply put the first one on Jo and explained as she demonstrated, or at least talked Jo threw it as she did it herself. That was a more sensible way to do it rather than demand to do it herself. But apparently Jo didn't want to be sensible. Colette was just hoping she didn't spend all of the school day sulking and pouting, that wouldn't work out well. "Ask Jo if she likes the bookbag." Colette vaguely hoped that changing the subject would reduce Jo's ire. Madeline dutifully repeated the question as she took her seat at the table.