Witness For The Defense

By Nomdreserv

Jessica Lopez waited a few extra seconds for dramatic effect. The case should be a slam-dunk, but it never hurt to do these things in style. Of course, some might question the ethics that had brought the case to trial at all, with the power of the state arrayed against the rather young and small woman currently sitting in the witness box. Jessica knew the case could give a young, assistant district attorney some nice publicity, and the fact that there hadn’t actually been any complaints against the woman hardly slowed her down. Besides, Jessica had been so incensed on seeing the window sign, obviously designed to prey on the gullible, she would have brought the suit privately if necessary.

Now she sternly faced the witness box and the petite and pretty defendant in it. The woman was dressed simply in a dress and flats, contrasting with Jessica’s full "power bitch" tailored jacket and skirt. The skirt was just a bit shorter than it should be at a couple of inches above the knee, but the judge was a man, and Jessica knew any extra advantage was worth taking. Her 3 inch heels (also not really professional, but Jessica liked being as tall or taller than most men) clicked in the otherwise quiet courtroom.

"Ms. Grey…"

"Please, call me Andrea," the woman smiled in a friendly fashion.

"MS. GREY," Jessica spat back. "Do you understand why the state is charging you with fraud?"

"I rather got the impression it was because you wanted them to."

Jessica glared.

"Could that be because you’re stealing money from people under false pretenses?"

"Stealing?" Andrea was puzzled. "Have any of my customers complained?"

"No," Jessica admitted, and she’d tried to find one who would. "You have them too well duped."

"Objection!" Andrea’s lawyer called. "Assumes facts not in evidence. Prejudicial and unsubstantiated. Ms. Lopez is basing her statements on the presupposition that her case is proved, and that my client has no legitimate product to sell."

"Your Honor," Jessica complained wearily. "Ms. Grey owns a self-proclaimed MAGIC shop. We’re talking spells and medallions purported to alter reality here. And, I might add, usually to alter it for unspeakable sexual deviations. It is absurd prima facia. Only small children or idiots would believe in such nonsense. And I’m not an idiot."

"Then you must be the other," Andrea murmured, waving her lawyer to sit down. She’d handle it.

"What was that?" Jessica demanded angrily.

"Order, order!" the judge barked. "The court admits a prejudice against the defendant’s claims, but that involves subjects outside this jurisdiction. Confine yourself to law here, Ms. Lopez. You are attempting to prove fraud. You cannot assume as yet that her clients are duped. The statement is stricken."

"Very well, your Honor. I, um…" Jessica was walking to her desk, but paused halfway. Her panties felt very strange – much too thick and rubbing against her thighs, and they had a loose cottony feel rather than the silk she was used to. There was also a faint crinkling sound as she walked that sounded vaguely familiar. She glanced down and saw a distinct bulge underneath her tight skirt. She blinked, dumbfounded, unaware of the passing seconds.

"Ms. Lopez? We’re waiting," the judge prompted.

"What? Oh, um, your honor, I request an adjournment." She was patting surreptitiously at the bulge, soft and fluffy beneath her fingers.

"An adjournment?" he gasped.

"Yes, your honor." She tried to stay calm at the mysterious transformation of her underwear. "Something’s come up and…"

The judge exploded.

"YOU’RE the one who insisted on rearranging the docket to try this case. I allowed it despite your lack of complainants. I am not going to trifle over this again. Either proceed or move to dismiss."

Jessica bit her lip. "I’ll proceed. Give me a moment."

She sat at her desk, using the cover to discreetly feel beneath her skirt. Sure enough, her panties had disappeared, replaced by some thick, padded garment with a thin sheen of plastic. The realization almost made her scream.

She was wearing a diaper.

It was impossible, of course. There could be no doubt of that. The fact remained, however, that she was wearing a diaper underneath her pantyhose. Thoughts of hypnotic drugs and jealous colleagues flashed through her mind. It was the only explanation. Well, she’d find out who and how later and get revenge. Right now, she just had to make sure nobody found out.

"Ms. Lopez?" the judge asked testily. "Are you going to proceed or not?"

"Yes, your honor." She rose carefully to avoid the telltale crinkle of the plastic, and hoped the padded bulge wasn’t too obvious under her short skirt.

Too short. Her skirt somehow had risen to mid thigh level. Must be riding up because of the diaper, she thought. She had to be very careful. If she bent over…

She put the embarrassing thought aside. She picked up a pen to use as a prop, tapping her hand thoughtfully as she carefully walked across the room.

"So, Ms. Grey, you claim to run a magic shop."

"Well," Andrea laughed. "I don’t go around making claims."

Jessica tugged to keep her skirt hem down to at least mid thigh. Was it still getting shorter?

"No, I’m sure you don’t. Too dangerous."

She dropped her pen. She ignored it and started another question, but the judge interrupted.

"Ms. Lopez, aren’t you going to pick that pen up?"

"Uh, no your honor. I don’t really need…"

"Pick it up immediately. I loathe clutter."

"Yes, your honor."

She tried to bend carefully, but for some reason, she suddenly forgot her womanly modesty and bent at the waist, lifting her skirt hem high.

There was an eruption of gasps, snickers and stifled laughs. She jumped back upright, her hands moving involuntarily to cover her behind. Oh God! Her skirt barely covered the diaper even when she was standing now. More tittering and snorts. She whirled around uncertainly, drawing even more laughs as her skirt spun up. The judge banged his gavel and called for order.

"Ms. Lopez, that will be enough showing off."

Jessica blushed deeply. "Sorry, your honor."

The judge was one of those trying to stifle his laughter.

"Not at all, Ms. Lopez. ACCIDENTS happen."

Another round of guffaws.

Mortified, she tried to compose herself and re-attack. However, a cool breeze on her legs made her look down. It felt like it blew against bare skin instead of pantyhose.

Not surprising, since they were gone. Her almost completely exposed legs were bare except for short, white ankle socks trimmed with lace, very incongruous with her 3 inch heels.

This time, she did let out a small scream.

The judge called again for order.

"What’s the meaning of this outburst, counselor?"

"C…can’t you see? Look what I’m wearing!" She pointed at the socks.

"Very cute, I’m sure," the judge grumbled. "Not really appropriate for a courtroom, but I won’t cite you for it."

"But…but…I wasn’t wearing…"

A low laugh from Andrea distracted her. She turned angrily.

"You! You’re soing this!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Andrea asked innocently.

"Changing my clothes. You…you’re a…" She was going to say "witch" but realized that was exactly what she was trying to disprove. Instead, she turned to the judge. "Your Honor, make her stop," she whined, not realizing how childish it made her sound.

"What are you talking about, Ms. Lopez?" he asked in puzzlement.

"She’s doin’ stuff," Jessica complained. "She’s, like, changing my clothes and stuff, and making it, you know, like you can't tell." She twirled her hair nervously, vaguely realizing that her statement wasn’t exactly phrased in sophisticated legal jargon.

The judge’s eyebrows rose.

"Are you asking this court to believe that Ms. Grey has transformed your attire right here in front of us, yet masked the changes so only you notice?"

Jessica nodded, unconsciously sticking the pen in her mouth. It felt reassuring to suck on something.

"Uh huh."

"Counselor, putting aside the inherent absurdity of your suggestion, wouldn’t you, in fact, be admitting the very point you’ve set out to disprove? To wit, the existence of magic and her ability to use it?"

Jessica frowned. The judge was using some awfully big words. As a lawyer, she usually reveled in big words, but right now their meanings seemed to be slipping away from her. The last point hit home though. She couldn’t admit she was wrong about magic.

Her worries slightly abated as she tasted something sweet in her mouth. She sucked happily for several seconds, almost forgetting where she was, but the judge again demanded she proceed. Reluctantly, she pulled the large lollipop out of her mouth, drawing more laughs. She waved it around angrily, wondering why they only laughed harder.

"I’ll show you! I’m way smarter than any of you! Let me just get my exhibitits…my exbihivits…my evidence thingies."

She walked back to her desk, sucking on the lollipop. She tugged again at her skirt. It felt different. Still covering only her upper thighs, but not as tightly. The fabric had become stiff and redundant. In fact, it felt like…

Ruffles. She was wearing a frilly short skirt that barely covered her ass, exposing her diaper even more obviously. It was bright and flouncy and would have looked darling on a 2 year old, but was … was … [Jessica’s mind shifted] …was completely wrong for her jacket and blouse. She pulled the jacket off and sat down, kicking and swinging her feet while she went through her papers looking for evidence. For some reason, she was having a lot of trouble reading her notes and files.

"Ms. Lopez?"

She looked up in panic at the voice. The judge suddenly seemed a very scary authority figure.

"Yes, your Honorship? I mean, Honorific? I mean…"

"Do you have any more questions for the witness, or evidence to produce?"

"Um…" She threw the papers around frantically, not noticing that her shirt had transformed to a too short T-shirt with a cartoon bunny holding a balloon and diploma that said "Future Lawyer."

Her search for evidence was forgotten as she felt a pressure building in her bladder. The urgency was extreme and came out of nowhere, and also seemed subtly different, as though her body wasn’t used to holding it in and had no intention of doing so for long. She jumped to her feet and ran to the judge’s desk.

"Y…your Honor?" she asked, crossing her knees and holding her dress front down. "Could I request a wecess…I mean, recess?"

"Why, Counselor?"

"Cuz I gotta go weal bad!" she moaned. She began to dance from foot to foot. "Oh, I gotta…gotta…NOOOO!"

The last was a drawn out wail as she felt the warm gush. Again, her mind shifted. Thank goodness she’d thought to wear a diaper today. She’d have to wear one every day under her clothes. She sighed as the pressure subsided. Since she’d forgotten her lollipop, her thumb shot into her mouth instead.

"Me OK now," she proclaimed around her slurps on the thumb. She started to skip back to her desk, but laughed as the way her braless breasts bounced beneath the T-shirt. She jumped up and down in place watching them.

As entrancing as this was for the judge, too, he cleared his throat.

"Ahem, Ms. Lopez?"

She smiled at him. "Me Jessie."

"Um, yes, of course. Um, any more questions?"

"Yeth!" she said emphatically. She looked at Andrea sternly. "What’s leventy-leven plus twiddly-two?" When Andrea hesitated, she laughed. "Ha! You no know! Me win!" She waddled to her desk, the wet diaper even thicker and heavier, sagging a bit and threatening to expose her still womanly bottom. Picking up her papers, she walked back into the center of the room and threw them into the air.

"Whee!" she called as the papers rained around them.

The judge banged his gavel, but Jessica ignored his angry expression. She walked a bit unsteadily over to him and said earnestly.

"And in concwusion, I just wanna say...goo bwaa bibble bee."

With that, she plopped onto the floor and sucked her thumb triumphantly.

The judge stared in shock for several seconds. Then he rapped the gavel once.

"Since the district attorney has chosen to rest her case…and her bottom, the case is dismissed for lack of evidence."

Andrea’s lawyer met her client in triumph, but laughed as they hugged.

"Lack of evidence? With all that happening?"

Andrea’s eyes twinkled. She produced a bottle from her purse and handed it to Jessica, who began drinking greedily, now lying on the floor with her legs spread.

"I told you we wouldn’t have any trouble finding witnesses for the defense."

END

Copyright 2000 by Nomdreserv