The Baby Costume (An AB/DL Halloween Story)

So, this is a few days late. Thank you for being patient. 

Gina loved Halloween. 

It was the one day of the year where she could be herself in public, and nobody would comment on it. She had to be a little careful, of course - she couldn’t wear the same costume around the same people every year or they would start to raise their eyebrows - but as long as she went to a different party every year, she was fine. 

Halloween was wonderful, because she got to be a baby. 

She checked her ‘costume’ in the mirror. Quadruple-thick diapers gave a fluffy, babyish bulge between her legs. A T-shirt with a rattle design and a the words ‘BABY’ written in big, block letters made it clear what her costume was. To finish it off, she had accessories galore - a big, plastic pacifier, a bonnet, an oversized rattle that could open up and serve as a purse. 

She looked like every bit the oversized baby. With four layers of padding, she could even use her diapers and nobody would notice - she hadn’t perforated the layers, and the interior one wouldn’t leak for a good long while. 

Grabbing her keys, she waddled out the door and went to go find a party. 

…

‘The Gothic Castle’ had an annual party that was, to put it mildly, famous. Gina had circled around it every year, never quite building up the nerve to make it her party of the year. 

As a nightclub, it was usually hopping, but on Halloween it was something more. People were lined up halfway around the block, and you couldn’t even get in unless you were in a pretty good costume. 

Gina was hopping from toe to toe, waiting excitedly for her turn to get in. More people were being denied than accepted. One person, stupid enough to show up in a T-shirt and jeans, even got his photo taken to put up on the wall of shame. 

When Gina got to the bouncer, she popped in her pacifier, beaming at him. 

“What are you supposed to be?” he asked, scratching his head. 

Shaking her rattle, Gina replied, “A baba!”, lisping a little from the pacifier. 

He frowned, raising an eyebrow. “You sure that’s the right costume to get you in here?” 

Rolling her eyes, Gina took the bottom of her ‘Baby’ tee, flipped it up along with her bra, and flashed her boobs at the bouncer.

He grinned, chuckled, and pulled aside the velvet rope to let her in. 

She giggled, nodded in thanks, and hurried inside. 

It was a riot. Music was playing, a contest was going on with eerily accurate and perfect costumes, a dozen bartenders were struggling to keep up with the orders, and every single person was dressed up. 

That wasn’t to say that nobody batted an eye at Gina. Vampires and pop culture icons gave her cheers and thumbs up as she walked past, shouting out excitedly, “I love your costume!” or “Cute baby!” 

Gina responded in kind, waddling across the bar floor, leaning over the counter to try and shout her drink order at the bartender. “Can I get- Hey!” 

The bartender faced her, shouting in response. “What can I get you?” 

“Rum and Coke!” 

He paused, shouting, “Is Pepsi okay as a substitute?” 

Gina sighed, then nodded, shouting at the top of her lungs to be heard. “That’s fine, I-” 

She couldn’t even hear her diaper crinkle over the sound of the music, but she still heard the voice whisper in her head. “I know your secret.” 

Jumping in alarm, she spun to see who had spoken. 

There was nobody that seemed obviously close enough for her to have whispered and been heard, but that didn’t matter. 

Twenty paces away, a woman dressed as a fairy was staring at her with piercing green eyes. Gina raised an eyebrow, suckling her pacifier and tilting her head. 

The fairy woman spoke, and though her voice was quiet, Gina could hear it clearly. “Halloween is the night of no secrets for you as well, I see.” 

It was stupid, but Gina spoke in response. “What are you talkin’ abou’?” 

“Can I have your name, little baby?” the woman asked, her voice almost hypnotic. Almost. 

“Gina Spellman,” Gina replied. “I-”

“Come to me, Gina Spellman.” 

Gina obeyed, waddling towards the woman dressed as a fairy. 

As she got closer, she could see that the woman’s costume - like every other costume in the bar - was practically flawless. Her pointed ears didn’t look fake. Her wings, glittery and delicate, twitched in a way that seemed almost perfectly real. 

“Who are you?” Gina asked, stepping in front of her. 

“My name doesn’t matter,” the fairy said. “But, like you, I enjoy spending an evening out without the need for… pretenses. You’re adorable, and…” reaching down, she gave the front of Gina’s diaper a squeeze. “Oh, just a little wet?” 

Blushing pink, Gina looked around in alarm. How could she tell? I only went a little on the drive over. “I’m confused.”

“Of course you are, little baby. You’re too small to understand the big things, but that’s alright.” the fairy leaned in, so that their faces were only a few inches away. “The only issue is, no matter how you present yourself, nobody will treat you like the baby you really are. They only see a costume, not a person. It’s never quite enough, is it?” 

Gina felt compelled to answer honestly, even as she felt trepidation about this whole conversation. “It’s not.” 

“Would you like to change that?” 

The question hung in the air. Gina didn’t quite understand, but the desire to know what she meant was more tantalizing then the promises that the question carried. Still… she felt a catch. “What do I have to do?” 

“Just promise me you’ll do me one favor, when the night is done,” the fairy said. “One favor, for a night of true authenticity.” 

That seemed more than fair. Gina nodded, looking around the bar. “Okay, that’s okay. What-” 

She blinked, and though the bar was identical, she could tell something had changed. 

Her clothes were the same. The same bulk of diaper between her thighs, the same pacifier resting loosely between her lips. She felt the same, too, but there was a distinct difference in the air. People were looking at her differently, in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

A woman dressed as a witch, about Gina’s age stepped up to her, stooping slightly though they were the same height. “Awww, aren’t you adorable? Who’re you here with, sweetie?”

Gina blinked. “I’m-” 

“She’s with me,” the fairy said. “I couldn’t convince her to dress up, but she was insistent on coming to the party.” 

The woman smiled. “Well, she’s just precious. How old are you, little one?” 

“I’m… twenty eight?” Gina responded, confused. 

“Months? You’re already so tall!” She giggled. “Well, cutey, do you-” Pausing, the witch looked up at the fairy. “Is it alright to give her some candy?” 

“Since it’s the holiday.”

The witch beamed. “Do you want some candy, little girl?” 

Gina felt a little confused and didn’t know how to respond to this. She was being treated… like a child. Not like a woman dressed as a child, but like an honest-to-goodness infant. 

“She’s a little shy,” the fairy said, stepping in. “But she’d love a piece of candy. Isn’t that right, Gina?” 

Gina snapped out of her confusion. They’re treating me like I really am. “Yes, please!” 

The witch passed her a fun-sized chocolate bar, and Gina ripped into it, bits of the treat stuck on the corner of her mouth. 

The fairy giggled. “Do you want to go and play, little one?” 

“Yes!” Gina exclaimed. 

The club hadn’t changed, but the attitudes towards her had. She wasn’t getting thumbs up or comments on her costume anymore - she was getting coos and awws, people taken aback by the adorable little baby girl at the halloween party. 

Gina danced, a terrible, awkward waddling celebration that would have gotten her mocking laughter and mockery any other time. Instead, she got cheers and laughter at how cute she was. 

Hurrying to the bar, she was given her drink in a sippy cup, and when she took a sip, she made a face. Frowning, she shouted at the bartender, “What is this?” 

“Pepsi and Coke, like you ordered!” the bartender called back. “I never asked, is your mommy okay with you having soda this late?” 

“She is!” Gina was annoyed she wouldn’t get any alcohol, but the sippy cup more than made up for that. 

As the night passed, she didn’t have to do anything. She could just wander around, basking in the looks and glances that the partygoers gave her. Nobody seemed to question why a girl barely old enough to walk was in a popular nightclub, they just gave her condescending smiles and offered her candy or said how adorable she was. 

After her first soda, the bartender insisted the sugar would get her hyped up and served her a cup of milk instead, which Gina couldn’t complain about. She just wanted plenty to drink, so she could keep trickling into her diaper. 

An hour in, and the fairy came up to her, holding her hands behind her back. “Do you want to join the contest, baby?” 

Gina blinked, facing the fairy. “Hey! I- This is wonderful.”

“I knew you would enjoy it,” the fairy replied. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” 

“The contest?” Gina frowned. “But they don’t think I’m in costume.” 

“You’re not in costume,” the fairy agreed, raising a plastic tiara. “Unless you put this on, then you’re a baby princess.” 

Gina reached out, taking the tiara excitedly. “Then yes!” 

“I already talked to the organizer,” the fairy said. “You just have to go get in line, Gina Spellman, and everyone will get to see how cute you are.” 

Pausing, Gina asked, “Tomorrow… how will everyone remember this?” 

“They’ll just remember a little girl. They won’t know your face, and any photos of you will have mysteriously disappeared.” 

“Great!” Plopping the tiara on her head, she toddled off to the contest, a fun little idea brewing in her head. 

She didn’t need to use the potty, but there was still a twinge of pressure in her belly, and she’d never get another chance like this again. Walking up to the organizer, she tugged on his sleeve, faking a baby lisp. “Where’s da line?” 

“Right over there, dear,” he said, pointing. “You’re such a cute princess!” 

She giggled, stepped into line, and waited. 

Three people were ahead of her, in simply fabulous costumes. Then two, then just one, and that’s when Gina took her moment. 

Squatting, she held her breath, puffed out her cheeks, and pushed a mess into the seat of her diaper. It wasn’t a big display or anything, but she didn’t try and hide what she was doing either. If she was going to be baby for a night, she wouldn’t miss the chance to fill up her diapers as much as possible. 

The next contestant waltzed off the stage, and Gina stepped up, her waddle more exaggerated due to the load in her diaper. 

“And who are you?” the announcer asked, holding his microphone out so Gina could say hi. 

She put on the lisp, and said, “I’m a pwincess!” 

The announcer chuckled, then sniffed, wrinkling his nose. “Well, princess, I think your ‘costume’ is awfully cute, but you might need to attend to a little business with your mommy.” 

Gina tilted her head, pretending not to understand. “Huh?” Say it, please say it… 

Leaning down, he spoke in a low tone, but not one that was so low that the microphone couldn’t pick it up. The whole bar heard him say, “You need a diaper change, dear.” 

“Oh!” Gina giggled, as a few people in the audience chuckled. “Okay, momma will help with that!” 

Standing and turning to the audience, the announcer asked, “Well, folks, what do you think? Honorable mention for the cutest princess here tonight?” 

Cheers. 

Gina was beaming so much it threatened to strain a muscle in her face. When she waddled off stage, she was holding a trophy almost a foot long. 

The fairy found her once again, smiling. “Did you have a nice night, my baby?” 

“I did,” Gina agreed, grinning. “I didn’t bring a change, though, so I should probably go home soon. What was the favor you needed?” 

“It’s simple,” the fairy said. “Just walk me home.” 

That’s it? Gina nodded. “Okay, sure! Where do you live?” 

Raising an eyebrow, the fairy snapped her fingers. Two paces away, invisible to everyone else in the nightclub, a ring of light appeared, flickering images of another world on the other side. “Just through there.” 

Oh. Gina stared. “Oh. O… kay.” 

“Take my hand, Gina Spellman,” the fairy said, reaching out her hand. 

She did, feeling small and juvenile as she held the fairy’s hand, stepping towards the portal. 

Together, they went through. 

It closed behind them.