Cassidy’s eyes widened. “W-what?” she awkwardly stammered, immediately blushing at the casual delivery of Molly’s words despite how the penalty the girl was suggesting was anything but casual. Slightly shifting in discomfort, Cassidy considered standing up again before this went any further.
It was just a game. It’s not like she actually had to play. But the two teenage girls were a lot more intimidating when they towered over her, and they fell into effortless teamwork now that they had found some common ground in the form of screwing with a ‘peer’ they discovered was wearing diapers.
“Stay still, Cassie,” Quinn bluntly demanded.
“It’s a penalty, Cassidy,” Molly said, “No standing up.”
“Stay down there, okay?”
Cheeks no doubt crimson as the girls each took a step towards her to look even taller as she remained squatting beneath them, Cassidy reluctantly obeyed. Somewhere deep down, she knew there was no reason to listen to girls that were so much younger than she was, but logic tended to fail when she was dealing with feeling so embarrassed and self conscious in her current state of undress. It wasn’t just her lowered position that made her feel small; being pantsed and seen in the diapers Margot had taped her up in was probably the biggest contributor.
Cassidy simply nodded. Craning her neck a little bit to look up at the girls, she was also aware of Noah standing off in her peripherals. She wasn’t sure which was worse in terms of who was seeing her like this; the boy, or the girls? Of course, it’s not like the choice mattered. She was going to be dealing with both until she got through all the truths and dares that had been thrust upon her. All that, just to get back her skirt that shouldn’t have been taken in the first place.
“Here’s the deal,” Quinn smirked. Out of nowhere, she whipped out her phone and aimed it at Cassidy. Tapping the screen a few times, she said, “I’ll delete these as soon as you do Molly’s penalty. But, if you don’t . . . Hmm, I guess I don’t know where you go to school. Well, I can just add these to my Renaissance Faire album. I bet some friend of a friend of a friend will make sure they get shared where they need to be shared!”
“NO.” Cassidy blurted out the objection before she could stop herself. Immediately showing her hand, which she regretted right away. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually a middle school girl. Quinn’s point was still valid. The wrong person could easily see a couple mortifying pictures posted on her socials. All it would take was a single tag of her name and she was totally dead. Whether it was old classmates from her hometown, current friends at university, or family members, something like this wouldn’t look good. Especially not when Audrey could supplement the photos with her version of the story that would no doubt put all the blame on Cassidy.
Looking amused in her own way, Molly easily bounced off Quinn’s threats. “Then do your penalty. It can’t be that hard, can it? You’re basically wearing a toilet.”
“I can’t . . .” Cassidy muttered. Even if she wanted to, which she absolutely didn’t, the whole thing with the pull-ups was so recent. “I already, umm- I mean-”
Quinn scoffed. “You already used them? Bullshit. I just felt your diapers, like, three seconds ago.”
“No, I-” Cassidy hesitated. Was she really about to confess to that? It was humiliating. But, at the same time, it’s not like she was ever going to see these teenagers again. If it meant that they’d drop the completely unreasonable penalty, maybe it was worth explaining what already happened. Then again, Quinn’s phone was still out. Without the device’s volume on, there was no telling whether or not she had switched from photos to video. Cassidy was being a bit of a pushover, albeit with good reason, but she wasn’t stupid. “Can you put the phone away? Please?” she requested. Still trying to stay as calm and collected as she could under the circumstances, which was not particularly easy to manage. Aside from squatting in the padded underwear, Cassidy was well aware of how much bare thigh she was showing as well while only wearing her shirt and the diapers. A bit of nipple, too, considering she was braless. So many mortifying and inappropriate things that were already caught on camera. The last thing she needed was verbal evidence that she had wet herself during the day.
“Okay,” Quinn said, only after rolling her eyes. However, she made no move to actually follow through. Instead, she added a condition, “But only if you give me a big smile.”
“Choose, Cassie. Smile for the camera, or the camera stays out.”
Terrible idea. It was such a bad idea. Cassidy was desperate, however. Standing back up and getting a bit of dignity back meant getting them to stop insisting on the penalty, and the only way she could tell them why it wasn’t possible was if she was sure the explanation wouldn’t be recorded. So, against her better judgment, she reluctantly pushed a small smile on her face as she looked up towards Quinn’s phone.
Of course, that wasn’t enough. “I want a real smile,” Quinn said, “Come on, Cass. You can do better.”
Normally, such a phrase would have made Cassidy scowl in response. But this wasn’t some obnoxious relative trying to get a perfect family photo. There was a lot more at stake here for Cassidy and her reputation, so she did her very best to actually show some teeth and overly positive energy as she beamed up at the camera. Without an audible *click*, she maintained the expression for what felt like a painfully long time before Quinn informed her she was good to stop.
“There. Super cute,” Quinn said. Tucking her phone into a pocket in her costume, she asked, “Now why exactly can’t you do Molly’s penalty? If it’s not a good enough reason, little Cassie, you’re going to have to do the dare instead.”
It was now or never. “Because I already wet myself!” Cassidy forced the words out before she lost her nerve. Another second, and she might have clammed up and been unable to say something that would only tank her dignity more when it came to the girls standing over her. “Like, before. Margot changed me. So, I can’t, umm- I don’t have to go right now.”
Quinn’s eyes lit up at that, and she matched Molly’s amused grin that was arguably worse than the bitchy smirk the huntress girl seemed to gravitate towards. “Oh, my GOD.” She glanced towards Noah for a moment to check out his surprised reaction, and then back to Molly. The two of them giggled together for a moment, side by side, before Quinn went on. “How old are you, again? My sister is five, and I can’t remember the last time she had an accident.”
Cassidy couldn’t find any words. She knew there was no good excuse. But this reaction was the price she was paying to move on from all this. And, as badly as she wanted to kill Audrey, Cassidy was actually starting to wonder when her sister would return. The devil she knew was looking better and better compared to Quinn. At least Audrey was subtle with her insults.
But for now, she was stuck with Quinn.
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