Bandsy peered over the dash of Michael’s car, looking for an empty spot in the unloading zone. Micheal was grimacing trying to hide the frustration of the traffic.

“There! Two spots ahead!” Ravel pointed to an empty spot along the wall of cars that Micheal quickly pulled in to. He sighed releasing the frustration of the road, Ravel looked at him sympathetically.

“I thought when you got your own car, I wouldn’t be driving you around anymore,” Micheal complained.

“No, it just means you’ll do it less,” Ravel joked.

“How much time til your plane leaves?”

“Still got an hour,” Ravel answered lackadaisically.

“Well then we gotta get you inside. Hop to it,” Micheal left the car, opening the trunk.

“Does it really take that long?” Ravel questioned getting out with him and grabbing her carry-on suitcase from Micheal's trunk.

“It can,” Micheal answered grabbing the bigger suitcase. “I forget you don’t fly that often,” Micheal shut the trunk. “Guess you’ll be getting used to it though.”

“I guess so.”

“Geez I didn’t think diapers would be this heavy!” Micheal grunted as he hefted the suitcase onto the side walk.

“Well thanks for shouting that out,” Ravel said with a slight blush.

“Like people didn’t know you were wearing them anyway,” Micheal remarked. Ravel huffed a little. She thought she had picked out a mature outfit for the day. A plain light blue top with a pink skirt plus suspender combo. A grey back pack completed her look, and would also serve as her personal item for the flight ahead. It was filled with her portable game system and various chargers as well as her diaper changing supplies. Ravel couldn’t tell if Micheal was being genuine in saying her outfit gave away her littleness or if he was just messing with her. She decided to move past it.

“That’s not even full of diapers,” Ravel commented instead.

“What the hell’s in there then?”

“Everything else.” Ravel smiled and shrugged innocently.

“You think you can figure it out from here?” Micheal asked seriously. “Need any help?”

“I think I got it,” Ravel said unconvincingly. The honk of an angry horn punctuated the sentence. “I don’t think you’re supposed to stay parked there anyway.”

“Yeah, true,” Micheal sighed. “Get on inside. I gotta head back to Plantsville.” Ravel grimaced at the comment. Because Plantsville was such a small town, the two had to drive about an hour and a half to get to the nearest airport, which meant Micheal now had to drive an hour and a half to get back home.

“Thanks for driving me out here. I appreciate it,” Ravel stopped to give Micheal a big hug. The man blushed at the earnest display of emotion.

“Any time,” he subtly urged Ravel off him. “Anyway, enjoy your trip. Let Donna Sue know when you land. She’ll be bugging me all day if you don’t.”

“You and me both. I won’t forget,” Ravel chuckled. Another horn honking interrupted the moment and Ravel steeled herself for the airport. With a final wave she made her way inside and Michela made his way back home.

Ravel found out quickly that Micheal was right about how long the airport would take. Making it through the airport was a long and tedious process. Ravel really didn’t even want to wear a diaper for this whole ordeal. Despite her liking them, she didn’t think dealing with diapers would improve her airport experience. Going without protection was, at this point, a liability though. Ravel hadn’t used the potty in almost a month; diapers were a necessity now. Normally that was kind of an enticing thought, but as she approached the security scanners unsure if she was wet or not, she really wished she was still potty trained.

The security guard soullessly waved her up the scanner. Her backpack was waiting for her on the other side of the checkpoint having passed through a separate scanner. The machine whirred around her and with a sigh the security guard motioned her through and off to the side.

“Ma’am are you wearing diapers?” the security guard said flatly with no emotion.

“Uhhhh,” Ravel stammered a bit surprised by the frankness of the question. The agent rolled her eyes knowing what the answer was.

“Do you have a diaper change with you?”

“In my bag,” Ravel pointed to her backpack on the other side. As she did another agent opened it up finding one of the spare diapers Ravel had inside.

“Ma’am we need you to change your diaper and then we’re going to scan you again. Wet diapers cause issues with the scan.” Ravel blushed as the other agent handed her the Playful Bunny print diaper. Ravel cursed herself for not packing a simple white, but, then again, she didn’t expect to be in this situation. With the clock racing until her plane departed, Ravel didn’t have a ton of time to be embarrassed. She grabbed the diaper and made her way to the small private room that the agent pointed to, trying to not think too hard about how she was walking across a big airport holding a baby print adult diaper.

Ravel entered the small room that the other agent pointed out to her. The rush to make her flight in time pushed the embarrassment to the back of Ravel’s mind as she quickly lifted her skirt and performed a fast and clumsy standing diaper change. The tapes, and the fit were horribly off, and Ravel wasn’t looking forward to the next few hours stuck on a plane and this ill-fitting diaper, but she didn’t have much choice.

She exited the small room, used diaper in hand, and was met by a waiting agent. Wordlessly the agent waved a wand over Ravel.

“All good!” the agent shouted, grabbing Ravel’s used diapers and ushering her along in one smooth motion. Ravel didn’t have time to acknowledge the agent and she didn’t really have a desire too either. They hadn’t exactly been polite to her.

It was an uncomfortable half jog half sprint to her gate, which was in the middle of boarding when Ravel arrived. She huffed out of breathe as she stood in line. Now that she was still, the embarrassment of the earlier situation hit her. She sighed and let it wash over her. Despite how humiliating it was, the agents clearly didn’t care. It would make sense that a wet diaper interfering with the scan would have become a rare, but still routine, disruption. The other passengers were likely too busy with their own traveling to notice Ravel sprinting across the security checkpoint diaper in hand. If they did notice, they didn’t say anything. Above all, it was over now. The was nothing Ravel could do about it.

“Oh Miss Charger,” the attendant scanning Ravel’s ticket shocked her out of her thoughts. “We got word from security that you might be delayed. I just wanted to let you know that we don’t have any diaper changing facilities on the flight. You may want to make sure your diaper is changed before boarding.” Just like that the embarrassment flooded back into Ravel. A couple behind her walked past her onto the plane, giving her a stare that let her know they had heard the whole spiel.

“I got it taken care of,” Ravel said through gritted teeth.

“Very well. Enjoy your flight,” the attendant gave a corporate mandated smiled.

With that ordeal over, Ravel finally took her seat on the plan with an exhausted sigh. As she got comfortable and buckled herself in, she looked around. Sitting across the aisle from her was the couple from earlier, the ones that had overheard the attendant talking about her. The two snickered quietly and looked at Ravel, and Ravel knew that they knew she was wearing diapers. Ravel winced as she and the couple maintained a polite silence, but the knowledge that they knew she needed to be reminded to change her diaper left Ravel feeling slightly embarrassed.

Ravel tried her best to get comfortable in the cramped airplane seat. She was only moderately successful. Soon, the airplane began to take off and Ravel shot a quick text to Donna Sue before turning her phone on airplane mode. Like Micheal said, Ravel was new to flying. She tensed up as the plane sped up and took off the runway. She struggled to look out of the window. The window seat occupant was more experienced a flyer than Ravel it seemed, they were completely uninterest and the rapidly passing scenery in their window and how it faded from view as the plane climbed to cruising altitude.

Eventually, the plane leveled out and Ravel was able to relax. She brought her backpack out from its place under the seat in front of her, and dug inside for her portable game system. With a huff of annoyance, she saw how the security agent paid no mind to the meticulous organization of her diaper changing supplies, they were scattered haphazardly on the inside of her bag instead of in their designated places.

With a grumble, Ravel was driven to fix the destruction of organization. She sat out the baby powder and rash cream to put the wipes back in their proper place. She shot a quick glance at the knowledgeable couple across from her, who very noticeably averted their gaze as Ravel looked their way. Ravel blushed a bit and quickly put the baby powder and rash cream back in their place as well and then getting out the portable gaming system.

As she sat her backpack back in its place a very similar interaction happened to the people on her own row, who had started watching while Ravel was focused on the couple across from the aisle. They also noticeably averted their gaze when Ravel's attention shot back to them. Ravel powered on her game with an annoyed grimace. It seemed like almost everyone on this flight was going to find out she was wearing a diaper.

As she was turning on her game the stewardess happened by with her cart of drinks.

“Would anyone like something to drink or some snacks,” she asked Ravel’s row professionally. She then quickly leaned down to Ravel. “I can get yours in a bottle if you want,” she whispered poorly to Ravel.

Clearly this stewardess’ intentions here were good. She might have been another little or even a caregiver and wanted to give Ravel a chance to have the baby option to drink from. It was unfortunate that the timing, and her whispering, were terrible.

“It won’t bother me if you do,” the lady sitting next to Ravel declared sympathetically.

“Yeah, I have a friend who’s still a little,” the window seat passenger added. “I think the whole thing is just adorable.”

Ravel’s face was a solid bright red at the whole thing. She had to take a moment to contain the outburst she wanted to have.

“No thanks I’ll just have the regular cup,” Ravel responded.

“Sure, thing sweetie. I’ll get you an apple juice.” Ravel realized that she didn’t give a drink order and it seems the stewardess assumed she would want apple juice. Of course, the most juvenile option. Given what had happened so far on this trip, Ravel would have ordered a stiff drink if she was given the option. She just wanted the interaction to be over though, so she silently took the cup of apple juice as the other passengers got their drinks and cookies were passed out to everyone.

“I think you’ve got the right idea honestly,” the middle seat passenger said a little too loudly for Ravel’s liking. “The bathrooms on these planes are just terrible. I’d almost rather wear diapers myself.”

“Oh, I know,” the window seat passenger agreed. “It’s honestly a little scary. I feel like it's going to suck me out of the plane.” Ravel tried to shrink down into her seat as the other two passengers chatted between themselves. At this time the stewardess passed giving Ravel sight to the row across from her again. She dreaded the reaction she would stumble across when she looked over there.

This time the couple didn’t even bother to hide that they were staring. They were fully invested in the scene, almost with stars in their eyes. With no relief to her left or right, Ravel buried her head in front of her, trying to lose herself in the farming game she had downloaded to eat away at the downtime of the flight.

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. I thought about cutting right to Ravel's destination here, but I had a lot of ideas for a frustratingly cute airport experience so you get this sort of bonus chapter. Hope you alle enjoy it. If you want to skip this bonus chapter you can by subscribing over on ream https://reamstories.com/bigred0603 or subscribe star https://subscribestar.adult/bigred0603