Make petite women have to drink from baby bottles

You see Christina angrily take a drink from her cafe mocha, and you get an idea. You quickly scribble down a new rule.

NEW RULE: All drinks for petite women are to be served in baby bottles. They are not allowed to drink out of anything else.

Just like with your last rule, you don't see anything change right away. You're about ready to call it quits when the petite waitress you saw earlier comes up to your table and taps Christina on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm going to need to take your drink back. There's been a mistake."

"A mistake?" Christina asks, "It tastes fine to me."

"It's, uh, it's not the drink itself that's the problem," the waitress replies, idly playing with one of her blonde pigtails, "It's what I served it in."

"What do you...?" Christina starts to say, before a look of disbelief appears on her face, "Oh no fucking way. The baby bottle thing? I thought that was a joke!"

"Nope, it's real. Came into effect just today." the waitress says. She holds out her hand, "If you give me your drink, I'll pour it in one for you."

Christina hesitates, "But... can't I finish it in this? Just this once?"

The waitress shakes her head, "Already asked my manager. She said we could get in serious trouble if we let you do that."

Your girlfriend sighs, then hands the cup to the waitress, "Fine, whatever. Goddammit."

"Sorry..." the waitress says with a frown, "I'll be right back."

As she leaves, Christina crosses her arms and grumbles, "I can't believe this. What the hell kind of idiot would pass a law like that?"

"I dunno," you say wryly.

"What, you find it funny?" she says, and you realize you had been smirking.

"A little bit," you admit, "I mean seriously, baby bottles?"

"Ha ha, laugh it up," Christina says in frustration, "Seriously, this is ridiculous. At least some people wore their hair in pigtails before that law was passed."

The waitress comes back to your table. She sets a disposable plastic baby bottle that's about three-fourths full with cafe mocha down in front of your girlfriend, "Here you go! Enjoy."

"I won't," Christina snaps. Upon seeing the waitress' expression, she sighs and says, "Sorry. It's not you. It's these new laws, and my boyfriend being an insensitive idiot."

"I'm not too excited about them either," the waitress replies, shifting on her feet, "But there's nothing we can really do about it. It's the law."

"Yeah, yeah," Christina grumbles in resignation, "Guess we'll just have to get used to it."

The waitress nods, "Tell me about it. I just turned eighteen two weeks ago, and I'm still getting used to-"

She suddenly stops talking, and her eyes go wide. She stands there quietly for several seconds, her face slowly goes red in embarrassment.

"Used to what?" you ask.

"Uh, the diapers," she says, before hastily adding, "I need to get back to work. Have a nice day."

She turns and walks off quickly towards the back of the store. You notice her adjusting her waistband in discomfort, and realize what probably just happened to her.

"First year's always the roughest," Christina says, making you focus back on her, "It took me months before I stopped messing with my diaper like that after every wetting."

"Yeah, I bet," you say to her, relieved that your girlfriend seems to have calmed down somewhat, "You seem okay with it now though."

"After a while, it just becomes normal," she explains with a shrug, "It also helps that I'm not the only one that had to take the shot."

"Well, just think about that now," you tell her, "Eventually, the pigtails and baby bottle will be normal too."

She holds up the baby bottle and shakes it a little, "Yeah, I guess you're right..." After a second, she asks in a hushed tone, "...you sure I can't have a drink of yours?"

You shake your head, pulling your cup slightly closer to you, "Hey, I'm not gonna get in trouble over sharing a drink with a petite."

"Fine, fine," Christina grumbles. She hesitates for a moment, then puts the nipple of the baby bottle in her mouth. Slowly, she starts audibly sucking on it to drink her mocha. You just watch her as she does so, fascinated and amused and aroused all at once.

After a couple more seconds of sucking, Christina notices you watching her. She pulls the bottle out of her mouth with a wet pop and asks, "It looks weird, doesn't it?"

"A bit," you admit, "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. There's plenty of other things about you that are weird, and I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are," Christina says with a smile, reaching over to squeeze your hand tenderly, "Thank you, Nick."

"Of course," you tell her, "And hey, sorry about earlier. I should be more sensitive about your situation, and not tune you out like that when you're trying to talk to me."

"Apology accepted," Christina says. She lets go of your hand and stands up, grabbing her half-empty bottle off the table, "And speaking of my situation, I need a change before we leave."

It takes you a second before you realize what she's talking about, "Oh, did you... ah..."

"Yeah, while you were telling me that 'weird isn't bad'," she replies, grabbing her bag and standing up, "I'll be right back."

"Anything you need me to do?" you ask her.

She raises a brow in mild confusion, then says, "Just get a to-go cup for your drink and wait for me. I promise I'll be quick."

You nod, and she starts to walks off towards the ladies restroom, diaper bag and bottle in hand. You can't help but wonder if there's another rule you can write that will let you have some more fun before you leave, or if you should just wait for Christina to finish changing herself and mess with the Rulebook somewhere else.