Izzy wakes up tired and sore. For not the first time in her life, she questions where she is and why her vagina aches. She lifts the blanket and looks down at her naked body. “What the hell… oh oh oh?” she asks as the memories flood back to her. She drags herself out of bed and showers; she dresses casually in a pair of leggings, a green skirt, and an oversized t-shirt; and she slides into her flip-flops.
Her mind is still churning the prophecy as she opens the inner motel door to her room and heads toward the bar. She waves to Sue, who is still pretending to be the perfect receptionist.
“Hey, Jacob is running around in a diaper; you might want to get some pants on him,” Sue yells to Izzy. Her own diaper reaching critical mass.
“He what?” Izzy yells. “Thanks, Sue.” She moves faster into the bar. The crowd moves out of her way as needed.
She is greeted by Grup and Jacob standing near the bar drinking together and a sea of people eating, drinking, or trying to find someone to have sex with.
Yoko, looking much happier now, heads to Izzy. “What can I get you tonight? Did you hear about Jacob and Grup winning the scavenger hunt?”
“Scavenger hunt?” Izzy moves past Yoko. “Uh, no, let me go talk with him and congratulate him,” Izzy says and begins pushing her way through the crowd.
She notices more humans than normal mixed in with the aliens and supernatural. She eventually makes it the 20 feet to the bar.
She hugs Jacob from behind, his diaper crinkling loudly. “Are you ok? You’re in a diaper in public.”
“What? Oh yeah, I got so caught up in the moment. Izzy, we won! We beat a god! I’m like Perseus or someone,” Jacob says, feeling so proud, then realizing he is wearing a diaper in public and feeling self-conscious about it all over again. His smile fades when Izzy doesn’t look as impressed as he wants her to be. He has a passing thought about why she doesn’t give him the praise he so desperately wants.
“Hey Cat, what comes next?” Izzy shouts above the noise of the room. The cat is busy and hardly has time to turn and grin at her before he is called off with three orders.
A gentle hand is placed on her shoulder; it is Himeros, his red flame wings softly burning, but no one seems to notice. “Hello, I couldn’t help but overhear you don’t know what happens tonight,” he says.
“Yeah, why?” Izzy says, getting a closer look at the demigod or god; she wasn’t sure.
“I believe the rest of the events take place poolside,” he says. “What do you say we go together? Then we can spend an evening in pure passion for each other, our bodies mingling in hot, rabid lust.”
Izzy looks at him, blinking her eyes. Feeling an urge to sleep with him. She wrestles with the desire. ‘It feels like with the astronaut,’ she thinks.
His smile and the overwhelming warmth that radiates out of him sours. ‘You don’t want me? Fine,’ he says and turns away. He spots another person and moves to seduce them instead.
Izzy grabs the bar, squeezing it, feeling her emotions stabilizing.
Jacob puts his hand on hers. “You ok? What happened?” He asks his earlier feelings put aside; he recognizeds the look on Izzy’s face.
“That guy hit on me, but he used some sort of power on me.” Izzy says, letting go of the bar, “Cat Cat!” izzy shouts.
But Cat is too busy. Izzy makes a note to talk to Jack Harrington about it when she sees him next.
“Let’s go to the pool, Jacob,” Izzy says as she half drags him toward the door. She pushes on the door and breathes in the cooler evening Nebraskan air it has the faint scent of dirt and grass and salt from hundreds of thousands of years ago. In front of her is a stage built at the back of the kidney pool.
A giant rear projector screen is being erected and standing infront of it On the stage is a women wearing a future retro dress made of PVC made of black hands stuck to her body with 4 white hands covering her breasts and another pair covering her bikini area. her hair long and blond, she says in a pitch perfect musical voice, “Hi, my name is Psyche!”
The assembled guests cheer izzy realizes that there are at least 200 people sitting or watching the stage.
“Thanks, everyone. I know I am a big deal!” Psyche says, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
Izzy and Jacob look around for a place to sit and find an empty spot next to Eucleia. “Mind if we sit here?” Izzy asks.
Eucleia makes a concerned face noticing the diaper but gestures for the pair to sit. “not at all” she says
Izzy sits, and Jacob sits next to her. On the stage, Psyche sings, “Well, it’s a pleasure to be here to host something truly special. This is the 44th annual festival, and tonight… tonight is the variety show!”
She raises her hand and points straight up and high above the planet in parking orbit, The stuck-up receptionist watching a feed of the stage sighs and presses a button, and a shield crackles to life, dropping the ranch into semi-darkness. He hits another button and sends a laser beam down to the surface. Where, half a mile above the surface, a second laser hits the first, turning the argon and neon in the air into plasma and burning the water into hydrogen and oxygen, where it bursts into flame.
Izzy gasps as the words “variety show” burn to life in the darkened sky.
“Tonight’s lineup, as is traditional, is the beauty pageant! Followed by the strength contests and wrapped up with the lookalike contest! So hang in there, folks; we are going to have some fun.” Psyche Pumps the crowd up.
Jacob looks down at his diaper, shocked he could ever be so comfortable in public wearing it. “Izzy, I need to go change out of this.”
“You go; I will save our seat,” Izzy says, giving his diaper a squeeze, “but honestly, it just looks like baggy swim trunks.”
Jacob brushes her hand away and scurries off to the motel room, the fear and discomfort growing by the second.
On the stage, Psyche does a little jump and a twirl. “Now who thinks they have what it takes to compete!”
She scans her eyes around the pool area. Dr. Blob is jumping 2 feet up and down with a pseudopod raised, “Meee, pick me! I am beautiful!!!”
“Uhh, yeah! The strange liquid person is first to enter,” Psyche cheers. She scans the space again and spots Izzy. “And you, let’s go!” She cheers Izzy despite herself raises her hand. She twirls around and picks Yoko. “And you’re in!” She twirls one more time and points into the building. “Someone go get Sue; we have some work to do!” She dances and then stops “and i think it would be a shame if we didnt bring Eucleia the goddess on stage tonight.”
Eucleia looks around concerned and grudgingly raises her hand like izzy is.
“You have been selected; you have volunteered! Go be champions! You have 15 minutes! First round is dry swimsuits!” Psyche cries out into the microphone.
Izzy rushes back to her room, telling Sue as she passes, “Sue, Psyche says you’re in the beauty contest.”
Sue bites her tongue. “Fine,” she says, reaching under the desk. “Let’s get this over with.” She slaps a “Sorry, we are not available right now” placard on the counter and carefully makes her way to the dressing room.
Izzy slams open the motel room door to catch Jacob using the vibrator on his diaper front. “Not now, Jacob; I just got entered into the beauty contest.”
“Hey, I was in the middle of something,” Jacob says, disappointed.
“You can finish after I change.” She tosses through her wardrobe looking for her sexy swimsuit. She pulls out the tiny black two-piece; she ties the bottom on. Then asks Jacob for help with the top.
“Are you sure you want this one?” he asks her, eyeing the beauty he fell in love with. Particularly the way the breasts try to escape captivity.
“You got a problem with it?” she asks, a little offended.
He finishes tying the wide ribbons at the back into a bow. He kisses the side of her neck. “Not at all,” he says.
She turns around and kisses him. Then scurries off to do her makeup.
