Pink

"I knew it had to be pink. Thanks Lexi. Now, could you help me get this thing on." Carol said, throwing the blue one onto the chair, and taking the pink off its hanger. Alexa helped the woman as best she might with the skimpy lingerie piece, awkwardly touching her body. Carol seemed eager for the help, and let Alexa adjust the bra section more then once. Looking in the full sized mirror, she stood proudly in front of Alexa.

"Now, I remember you saying you wanted a nightie. I grabbed one we bought so you wouldn't be alone. Pink, so we can match." Carol said, pulling out a nightie that Alexa had bought from the kids aisle. It was pink, but neither skimpy nor sexy. A solid shirt with adorable ruffles making a tiny skirt, it'd look like it would barely cover Alexa's diaper, if that. Alexa backed up a bit, not really wanting another dressup session.

"Uhm, I'm alright. My skirt is fine." She said, with Carol frowning.

"Please? I really wanted to see you in this, I figured you'd look plain beautiful." Carol said, as Alexa's resistance crumbled into nothing. Quickly stripped of her outfit, she found herself pulling on the short sleeves of the nightie. She had been wrong on one count. It wasn't that it barely covered her diaper; it didn't cover anything besides the top section near her stomach. Exposed to the world was her diaper cover, the rose matching well with the pink nightie, adorned itself with a rainbow and a unicorn. Alexa looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at how immature she looked.

"Oh, my gosh. Alexa, you look adorable. Not just beautiful, but adorable." Carol said, hugging Alexa in a **** squeeze. "Here, you stand right next to me. This warrants a photo."

Before Alexa really could react, Carol had her hand around her waist, with both women in front of the mirror, dressed in pink. Alexa, the peak of innocent, babified youth, stood next to Carol, the beautiful middle aged mother of 3. Snapping a few photos herself, Carol gave Alexa one more hug, then looked a bit serious.

"I'm....Paul and I are having private time for a bit, so I'd appreciate, you know, privacy." Carol said, rubbing Alexa's head and leaving the room.

Alexa was shocked and bewildered, not really knowing how to interpret what had happened in the past 5 minutes. Just as she was starting to make sense of it, Alexa, who's office was a fair distant away from the master bedroom, heard Paul's deep, rich voice.

"Carol, I...we can't. I have to get in my taxi soon." His voice said, his protest weakening as he spoke.

"You'll make it, baby..." Carol said, a zipper coming undone, and springs beginning to get pushed into the bed.

Alexa listened in horror, her ears begging her to stop; but her brain and loins urged her to listen on, both intrigued and a bit randy. She could always put her headphones in, and stop listening to the gasps....