What Emma Wants

Chapter Description: It's the night of the prom, and Emma is dreading it. Liam has a very solid idea of what the night will be like, and some choice opinions about others Emma's friends.

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I could feel a swirling pit in my stomach. A churning, endlessly twisting feeling that made me want to throw up. I was in a fresh diaper and a dress that didn’t do a lot to hide that fact as I was dropped off on school grounds by Dad. He had given me one more warning to not mess this up because I would be out on my padded ass if I did. Mom gave me an extra long hug; it didn’t feel like she wanted to let go. Eventually she was forced to when Dad started honking the horn.

As mom let go, crazy thoughts flashed through my head. Part of me wanted to take her hand and run away. Where would we go? I had no idea. I wanted to just run and run and never stop. Mom returned to the car and after another wave they drove away.

I wasn’t alone for long as Zoe was walking across the parking lot with Jacob alongside her. Zoe was in a dress that was somehow even more revealing than my own. It pushed up her chest and exaggerated her curves, including those of her diaper. My eyes, however, were pulled to Jacob. Wearing a tuxedo with a black bow tie and a red handkerchief he looked simply stunning.

“Hey.” I said as the pair approached.

“Hello.” Jacob replied, “Liam not here?”

“I have no idea.” I answered. I bit my tongue before I said anymore, like that I wouldn’t be sorry if he never showed.

“You look amazing!” Zoe said as she bounced forwards to give me a hug.

I attempted a smile that came off more as a grimace. I didn’t feel like I looked “amazing.” In fact, I thought I looked like a woman you might find on a street corner late at night. That seemed to be the look most of the girls were going with as people walked past, some in the arms of partners, others alone. I saw Nicole arrive, walking across the grassy patch in front of the main school entrance in an elegant flowing dress, she either didn’t see or ignored us, either way she walked straight in without giving us a second glance.

Unfortunately for me, Liam did show up. He came strolling over from a car lot across the road and whilst he had dressed up just as much as Jacob, he just didn’t wear it the same way, he seemed to lack some of the suave that made Jacob special.

“Hey.” Liam said. He walked straight over to me and pulled me into a hug. I leaned away as he tried to kiss me. Fortunately, he didn’t persist. Instead, he grinned at me as he moved back, keeping one arm around my waist., “Plenty of time for that later, eh?”

“Hi Liam.” Zoe was smiling shyly at him.

“Zoe.” Liam said. His gaze lingered on her, “You look fantastic.”

“Thank you.” Zoe gave Liam a little curtsey.

“Shall we head in?” Jacob suggested.

“Yeah, I could do with a drink.” Liam laughed.

The hall was all dressed up for the prom. A room usually used for assemblies; it had been transformed. The lights were low except for bright strobe lighting that twisted and shone along with the music that was coming from a DJ on the stage. It was loud, though not overbearing. There were a lot of people already in the room, some were dancing with various degrees of enthusiasm and the rest standing around with drinks and chatting with each other.

Everyone was dressed up and I felt incredibly self-conscious, as I always did when wearing something that was so potentially… revealing. My three companions were all talking excitedly about how the place looked. I, on the other hand, immediately wanted to go home. Liam’s arm went around my shoulders, and I felt my stomach lurch. It was certainly not the same feeling I get when Jacob did something similar.

“I’ll get us some drinks.” Jacob said. He had to shout slightly to be heard over the music. He walked away towards the table despite Zoe seemingly trying to stop him before he left. She turned rather awkwardly to face me.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Zoe said with a big smile, “Really makes it feel like we’re done with school.”

“It does…” I agreed with her. It certainly felt like a turning point, but whilst she greeted it with excitement, I felt an equal amount of dread.

Liam briefly tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t giving him the answers he wanted to hear. I was too distracted by feeling out of place, so Liam turned to Zoe and started talking to her instead. I scanned the crowds of people and felt incredibly awkward, I had no idea what to do with my hands, all of a sudden, no position felt comfortable. I wished we had arrived earlier, so we could’ve taken one of the tables that circled the room and were now all occupied.

“Here we go.” Jacob said as he came back over with the drinks. Something fruity by the smell of it. There was something else in there though, something which gave off a smell I didn’t recognise. I clutched it carefully with both hands, not wanting to spill it down by clothes thanks to my clumsiness.

“I thought you’d appreciate some alcohol.” Jacob said with a big smile, “Technically you girls aren’t supposed to have any, but I snuck some in there.”

Whilst Zoe giggled at the naughtiness and took a sip, screwing her face up a little at the unusual taste, I couldn’t help but think this was a parting gift from Jacob. Soon my crush on him would count for naught. The alcohol was probably to help me get through the night.

I took a sip and soon made the same face as Zoe. I don’t know how much alcohol Jacob had put in the fruit juice, but it certainly gave it a kick. Liam laughed heartily.

“Never had a drink before?” Liam asked.

I shook my head. Girls were rarely given alcohol, certainly not before they had gained all their coordination. I felt a little light-headed and wondered if alcohol really acted that quickly or whether it was a placebo. Liam drained his whole cup in one without taking his eyes off me, it felt disconcertingly like he was trying to prove his superiority over me. I just rolled my eyes.

“I think this is going to be a night of firsts.” Liam said after he wiped his top lip with the back of his hands.

“Why’s that?” Jacob asked with a frown.

“I booked a room at the hotel just down the road.” Liam’s smile grew seemingly in relation to my horror, “For me and Emma to get to know each other a little better.”

I shuddered as his hand, which had returned around my waist, drifted lower until it was resting on my butt. It meant that I got a good look at Zoe and Jacob, neither of them looked particularly thrilled by the news though they could’ve hardly been as upset as I was. Like most people, I always dreamed of my first time being with someone special, someone I loved… someone like Jacob.

“Let’s dance.” Zoe suddenly said with unexpected harshness. She downed the rest of her drink and dropped the cup on the floor. She took Jacob’s hand and led the pair into the crowds.

Liam laughed again and I had no idea if he understood how uncomfortable I, or anyone else for that matter, was. I wondered if he knew and simply didn’t care. Suddenly, all I could think about was lying on a bed with him leering over and undressing me. I thought I was going to throw up and knew that had nothing to do with the meagre amount of alcohol I’d been given.

“We should dance as well.” Liam said after a couple of minutes.

“I don’t want to.” I replied.

“What? We’re at a dance…” Liam frowned and shook his head at me, “So let’s dance.”

“But…” I started.

Liam took hold of my hand and pulled me forwards towards the dance floor. I could feel his sweaty palm against mine and it made me want to pull away from him. Eventually we were amongst the writhing bodies, pushed together by the crowds of people. The music was blaring so loud that I couldn’t hear a word anyone was saying as Liam started to dance, he gestured to me that I should do so as well.

I felt so incredibly self-conscious. I felt like every move was wrong and I kept looking around, expecting to see people pointing and laughing at me. Thanks to my poor coordination I twice bumped into other people and at one point managed to stand on my own toes causing me to trip forwards, unfortunately I landed right in Liam’s arms.

“See? I knew I just needed to warm you up a little bit.” Liam leaned in close and had to shout so I could hear him.

Taking advantage of my trip, Liam wrapped his arms around me and forced me to dance close to him. I wanted to pull away, but I was absolutely trapped as I felt him grinding against me. I was trying to extricate myself from his grip when I happened to look over his shoulder and saw where Jacob and Zoe were. I had expected them to be wrapped up in each other’s embraces like so many other people were. Instead, Jacob seemed to be saying something and when Zoe took a step towards him with her arms out, Jacob took a step back. I was so enthralled by the sudden drama happening between my friends that I only belatedly realised I was wetting myself. Not for the first time that evening either.

As Zoe held her arms out in frustration and Jacob sort of shrugged before walking back through the crowd, I wondered what on Earth had happened. I was brought sharply back to focus when I felt Liam’s hand moved down my body. I closed my eyes, almost inevitably he pressed a hand against my padding and discovered it to be wet.

“I’ll change you after this song.” He shouted to me.

I scowled but there was little more I could do. Liam barely waited for the last note to ring out before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathrooms at the back of the hall. I stumbled along behind him just trying to keep my feet amongst all the other people in the darkness of the room. When we reached the door there was a line, mostly of girls hanging on to the arm of a guy, a couple were making out. By the door was a particularly bored looking nurse from school who was clearly there to change any unattached girls, should they need it.

“You can let go of me now.” I said as I tried to pull my hand out of Liam’s grip.

“Alright, baby, no need to pout.” Liam grinned, “I’ll have you changed in a minute.”

“I’m not… That isn’t…” I was trying to stop myself from pouting and giving Liam what he wanted. I turned to face away from him.

I looked back out at the prom in general. Between us and the dancing masses was a line of tables filled with finger foods and drinks. I was surprised to see Zoe there, alone, filling up another cup of the fruity alcoholic drink I had been given earlier. She seemed unaware I was watching as she lifted the cup up and drained it in one big gulp. She then filled it up one more time and stalked off with the drink. Jacob was nowhere in sight.

“She’s too much for him.” Liam commented airily.

“What?” I asked without turning back from the table.

“Zoe.” Liam explained, “She’s a handful and, no offence to the guy, Jacob’s a pussy. She needs a firm hand.”

I looked down to the floor. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. A part of me wanted to retort that he was more of a man than Liam ever would be, but I knew where that would end up. With me over Liam’s knee right in front of everyone. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was deliberately trying to goad me into losing my temper just to put me in my place in front of everyone.

“I like the guy.” Liam continued, “But he can’t keep a girl in line. Look at that, Zoe getting drinks on her own and he isn’t anywhere to be seen. I keep telling him, he can’t let you girls out of his sight for a minute or they get themselves into trouble. He thinks he knows better. Poor guy. He’ll learn.”

“Learn what?” I asked, finally turning to face forwards again as the queue moved.

“How to treat girls.” Liam answered, “You’re lucky he was around after that little stunt you pulled in my car. I shouldn’t have let him talk me out of spanking you for that one. You’ve got an uppity attitude as it is.”

I decided I didn’t want to ask exactly what that meant. I didn’t have to, the line moved again, and we were at the front. I was feeling nervous. Liam hadn’t changed me before, but I knew he really wanted to, it seemed like he was finally going to get his chance. I was used to my mother and, very occasionally, my father changing me, and when Jacob changed me, it was nice, once I got over the embarrassment. But Liam wasn’t Jacob. I didn’t like how eager he was to get me into the changing room.

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