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[Diapee Girl]

((Aww, thanks. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to type that out...))

Naomi, her face buried in her hands, was too preoccupied with her shame and tears to notice the older woman slowly approaching the bed and sitting down beside her. The next thing she knew, she was being gently leaned into Valerie, her agent's warm arms wrapping around her and holding her close. The diapered singer was more surprised than anything, but there was something incredibly comforting about the way she was being held and spoke to. So, giving into her feelings, Naomi buried her face in the other woman's chest and wrapped her arms around her as well as she sobbed.
Valerie's assuring cuddles and words were enough to reduce the young woman's bawling down to sniffles after maybe a minute, her teary eyes staring up at her caring manager. "*Sniff* I-I'm sorry...P-Please don't...*Sniff* h-hate me....I...I k-know I'm a f-freak..." She stammered softly, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

[thelonegrunt]

Seeing the tears well up in the girl's eyes and roll down her cheeks only made the woman sympathize for her more. That complimenting the false words she was speaking about herself. But Valerie knew that the girl wasn't a "freak" in any regard whatsoever, even upon knowing this now. "No you're not, Naomi... don't even dare say something like... this doesn't make you a freak... and it doesn't make me hate you at all. Nothing you could ever do could make me hate you, honey..." Valerie replied, looking deeply into the girl's eyes with a soft smile. Then... without even thinking about it, the woman gently placed her hands on the girl's cheeks and eased her closer, then giving her a kiss on the forehead, then using her thumb to dry her tears. She blushed after pulling back and realizing what she had just done, but she continued to smile, thinking in her mind now that it would somewhat help to make the girl feel better.

[Diapee Girl]

The older woman's words were incredibly touching, Naomi actually feeling geniunely warm inside when she felt Valerie's lips touch her forehead. But it was going to take a little more to calm the tomid little thing down after such an event. "B-But...I put myself in a d-diaper...I peed myself..." She whimpered, still incredibly ashamed of herself. Ever since she discovered them, the blonde always viewed her more 'infantile' tendencies as a sign that there was something wrong with her, and they should be resisted as much as possible. But after extremely stressful or bad days, she sometimes couldn't help but diaper herself with what she had availible and relax. It was tremendously comforting for her, but she had no idea why, and hated herself for it whenever she gave in.

[thelonegrunt]

"I know... but if I were as startled as you were over something like that, I would have peed myself, too... and I'm wearing panties!" The woman laughed softly, hoping it'd help the girl lighten up a bit. "Let's just... um... let's get you changed and get these sheets off of here..." The woman, knowing the girl was too emotionally distraught to really do this on her own right now (though knowing it would end in a nasty rash and cause the towels and sheets to reek of ammonia if settled for too long), the woman let go of the girl and went into the bathroom, then returning with a roll of toilet paper, a sizable chunk of wet paper, and two more towels she had found under the sink. Sitting down on the dry portion, the woman brought the pillows from the other side of the bed closer to the girl, then helping the girl lie her head on them. "Now just relax, okay?" Valerie asked softly, then proceeding to remove the safety pins from the makeshift "diaper" and lower both towels, revealing the puddle of urine and Naomi's wet womanhood which caused her to blush.

When she was younger, Valerie was an experience diaper changer, having to babysit both her baby sister countless times as well as take up summer jobs watching after the neighborhood infants and toddlers. That part didn't phase her... but it was strange now having to apply whatever knowledge in that field she had with:
A. A grown woman.
B. Towels instead of actual padding.

Figuring it couldn't be any different, yet also trying to combat the initial awkwardness of looking straight at her client's womanhood, she got to work wiping those portions clean.

[Diapee Girl]

The singer was a little confused at what Valerie meant at first by 'changed'. At first, she was honestly a little disappointed to be let go, but quickly shoved that thought away. She assumed that her manager would leave the room and give her some time to get cleaned up and into some more 'adult' oriented clothes. But, instead, the other woman walked off into the bathroom. Maybe Val had to relieve herself first? There was another bathroom in the hotel room though...She looked over at dusty, still sitting on the bed, almost to see if there any insight he could add to the situation.

Valerie's intention was made very clear when she emerged from the bathroom with a handful of supplies and kneeled down between her legs on the bed, Naomi's face now about as red as a strawberry. "V-Val! I don't need...I c-can do..." The soggy celebrity stammered before simply squealing in embarassment and surrendering, grabbing Dusty and hugging him close to her chest; hiding her face to try and pretend that she was in a far less shameful situation as her sodden makeshift diaper was opened.

However, though she wasn't exactly 'relaxed' like Valerie had encouraged her to be, she kept still during all of this; not able to deny the fact that this certain situation gave her the same butterflies in her tummy as wearing diapers did. She was getting changed...probably not into another diaper, but regardless; this was something even her most infantile side could never have even imagined!

[thelonegrunt]

The woman made quick work of cleaning the girl's privates, then thinking of how to get the girl into a fresh "diaper" without wetting the fresh towels. Thinking for a moment, the woman had an idea. Standing up out of the bed, she grabbed the towels and sprawled them out on the large, dry area she was previously taking. Then, without Naomi seeing which would surely startled her, the woman lifted her up into her arms for a moment, though not bringing her close in as not to get any more urine on herself. Then, she placed her on the fresh towels, but keeping her damp bottom up as not to wet the dry towels.

After cleaning and drying off her rear, the woman smiled, knowing this part was done. The woman wanted to ask if the girl had any powder, but she felt that she'd cause the girl to potentially break down again by revealing any more secrets. So she figured she could go without it, for now. "Alright, almost done..." With her lower half clean, the woman brought the towels over the naked girl's crotch the way Naomi had done to herself earlier, then wrapping the towels snugly enough to form a secure fit. Then, she concluded by securing the "diaper" together by using the safety pins Naomi had on them earlier. Upon finishing, the woman smiled at her handiwork... though wondering why she had just proceeded to essentially change her client's diaper rather than put her back into her regular clothes. Here she sat, only in this makeshift baby garment that the older woman had just put on her...

"All done," Valerie said, now lifting the girl back up into her arms and taking her into the living room, setting her upright on the couch before uncovering her face. "You just relax right here for now, okay? I'll go take care of your sheets." With that, Valerie closed the blinds, then going to the bedroom to attend to the soaked sheets and towels. Taking her jacket off and rolling up the sleeves of her long, button-up shirt, the woman stripped the bed of the sheets, then taking them and tossing them straight into the washing machine. Before turning it on, however, the woman grabbed a small washcloth, then drying up the small wet spot on the mattress as much as she could and finishing by tossing it into the washing machine and turning it on. Then she walked back into the living room, sitting right next to the girl but pulling her in closer to her.

"Naomi... if there's something you'd like to share with me, let me know. You know you can trust me," Valerie said, again stroking the girl's hair with her fingertips.

[Diapee Girl]

"W-Wait, I-I have pan-eep!" The freshly diapered girl squeaked as her agent suddenly scooped her up off of the bed and into her arms. The fact that Valerie could carry her was not really that surprising actually; the woman had done it before about a year ago when Naomi was so tired after a late-night show that the older woman actually picked her out of her limo and carried her back to her hotel room. Then again, the blonde was fairly small and light, so it wouldn't be a stretch so say that most adults could probably lift her.

Set back down in the living room section of her suite, the diapered woman squeezed her teddy bear close to her chest, half because she was still topless and wanted something to cover herself up with, and half because she was still incredibly confused and conflicted about what was going on. Why had Valerie changed her? Why did she change her into a new diaper for that matter? Why was her agent so understanding and relaxed about this? All these questions and more swirled around in her head as she shyly watched the other woman deal with her wet sheets, shifting around a little as she felt the makeshift padding around her bottom.

The dark-haired woman soon returned, sitting down next to her on the couch. Though Naomi willingly leaned against her as she held her again, the singer was still too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. She listened to her words, knowing that Valerie meant it. She wanted to put her feelings into words, but all she could manage to timidly squeak out after a few moments of silence was "...I l-like baby stuff...".

[thelonegrunt]

"Baby stuff? Do you mind... going a little more in-depth with that? I understand the whole diaper thing, and you obviously have you Dusty with you... but is there anything else?" The woman asked. She was genuinely curious, not quite being able to connect this to the strife she lived through as a child right away even with the woman claiming to be Naomi's mom in the back of her mind.

[Diapee Girl]

Naomi's cheeks were still a rosy pink as she tried to think back on it. "I...I r-really don't know..." She admitted quietly, nuzzling up against Valerie a little more. "I-It's just...Ever since I was little, whenever I was scared, sad or lonely...Acting like a baby always seemed to help me calm down...I don't even know why...Then I figured out that I could make pretend d-diapers out of blankets and towels, and that really helped too...I just always was always able to relax when I was wearing one...It really made me feel like baby..." She said, not being able stop now that she had opened up about it. "I...I actually sang for the first time when I was playing baby...I was trying to copy a lullaby I heard a mother singing to her child outside."

The diapered blonde squeezed her eyes shut and hugged Dusty a little closer. "I-I know I'm a weirdo...And I've t-tried for so long to try and get rid of these feelings...But I just can't...Whenever I see a parent and child I...I just feel so jealous...Like I want to be the one in the baby's position. I don't know why...I just can't help myself. Tonight, I just saw something on TV and I...I just needed to do this...

"I don't have any pacifiers or rattles, if that's what you're thinking...I...I've been wanting to kick this habit for a long time. I just don't have it in me to buy any actual baby things...I do wake up sucking my thumb now and then though..." She continued, not believing she was actually admitting all of this. She'd be lucky if Valerie didn't walk out as her manager, or make all this public.

"I'm...I'm really s-sorry you had to see me like this...I know I'm weird...Just...Just please don't tell anyone..."

[thelonegrunt]

Valerie listened to every single thing the girl had to say. With her beginning to explain it to her and tell her all the details, the woman started to see things a little clearer. The girl had a perfectly valid reason to due this, the jealousy stemming from her childhood upon seeing mothers treating their young ones with love and care. Diapers and cute baby things perfectly reflected this. It made Naomi feel secure.

And, come to think about it, the more she looked at the half-naked girl, who was now hugging her with Dusty still in her lap, she actually thought she looked... pretty cute like this. She didn't know what weird feeling brought her to even thinking this; a grown woman adorable acting like a baby. Maybe it was the shy demeanor and cute, small, petite stature that reflected this... or maybe it was because she was just so nice and innocent... or maybe because she felt so attached to her. In all honesty, all of these were true, even down to Naomi being the closest she ever felt to one of her clients.

After she explained and brought up what she saw on television, the woman waited for her to finish. Instead of walking out or berating her, the woman did something more shocking; the girl felt Valerie pull her away... but now lift her up onto her lap just like a mother would for her child.

"That's better," Valerie replied, a few butterflies in her own stomach, too. After grabbing Dusty and having the young woman hug him, she responded:
"I don't think you're weird. Not at all. Au contraire..." Valerie began to explain. "It's just a thing that you enjoy that's not hurting a single person and doing nothing to obviously affect your talent. I will admit, I was pretty surprised when I just saw you a few minutes ago... but it makes sense given all that you had to go through when you were a child. You still want to find remnants of an innocence lost when you were younger- or never found, even. And... to tell you the truth... you look... pretty adorable..." Valerie admitted with a blush, not knowing if saying so would make things awkward or not. She hadn't mentioned the woman on the program earlier, but she'd get to that in a second.