Her Saviour Comes

"Cynthia? Cynthia, are you alright?"

Cynthia shifted in her crib, the room now completely dark, night having finally come. She stretched out her limbs, her body sore from being curled up in the crib.

"Hum? What is it?" She rubbed her eyes, her mind feeling fuzzy. She shifted in the bed, wincing when she felt how soggy her diaper was between her legs.

She hissed as her very sore bottom stuck to the diaper. Her stomach twisted when the day played over in her mind. Wetting herself in front of the window, being stripped and spanked, then messing her diaper while Gertrude filmed. Cynthia looked up, seeing a tall woman looking down at her. Ginger hair falling over her face.

"Please," Cynthia whispered around her pacifier. "I'm a good girl! Please, no more spanking."

The woman above her winced, looking down at her with pity.

"No, Cynthia. I won't spank you," The woman said calmly. "I'm going to help you."

Cynthia suddenly shot up, crawling around in the cribs.

"What?" She looked the stranger up and down. Something about the woman looked incredibly familiar but she couldn't quite place her.

She smiled again, wide and proud.

"It's me, Cynthia. Sanni!" Sanni whispered, reaching her hand out to her old friend. "I saw the videos. Gertrude sent them to everyone from school. But it's okay! I'm here to get you out."

Cynthia felt her heart sped up. Gertrude had bullied Sanni relentlessly in High School for being trans- she'd even locked her out of the girl's locker rooms and bathrooms multiple times. Cynthia winced when she remembered a time Sanni had been **** to wet herself in front of everyone, sobbing in the hallway as various cameras were pointed at her.

Both women froze as they heard something creak in the old house. Sanni gripped the edge of the crib, holding her breath as they waited for more signals someone was awake. She let out a long breath when silence followed. Sanni pulled a screwdriver out of her pocket, quickly unscrewing the lock of the crib.

"Come on," Sanni said. "My car is outside."

Cynthia watched, still not daring to hope as Sanni lowered the edge of the crib. She held out her arms, picking up the eighteen-year-old. She stood Cynthia up beside the crib, holding her hand.

"Is there anything you want to take with you?" Sanni asked. She tried to stop the grin on her face at holding Cynthia's hand. She'd had a crush on the petite, beautiful girl since the first day of High School but had never had the courage to tell her about her feelings. She didn't think she'd have a chance with Cynthia- despite Cynthia being as bullied as she was. But she still wanted to help. Maybe after this, they could be friends.

Cynthia clutched her teddy bear, looking around the room thoughtfully. Sanni squeezed her hand.

"You can take the bear," Sanni said softly. "It's alright, I won't make fun of you."

Cynthia sucked on her pacifier but gave Sanni a nod.

"Okay."

Sanni brought Cynthia over to the now open window. She quickly shimmied outside, climbing onto the awning above the porch. She moved steadily, trying to stop her tennis shoes from slipping. Cynthia winced as she climbed out into the night, naked except for her wet, sagging diaper. Although she supposed there was no need to still feel humiliated after everything that had happened. Sanni carefully walked over the awning, sitting down at the edge. Ignoring the way Cynthia's diaper squished against the tiles when she sat down next to her.

"Alright, Cynthia. One, two, three!"

Sanni jumped down, Cynthia following her. The two girls landed in the bush outside the house. Sanni turned, pointing to her beaten-up yellow ford, parked outside the house.

"Let's get you out of here! You can stay with me," Sanni promised. "Come on."