"How am I going to change!? There's no private bathrooms anywhere in the building! And I've got a roommate!" I shout into the air, huffing and nearly crying in the passenger seat - booster seat - of the car next to my mom. The hazy morning sky barely illuminates our ride as my mom tries to focus on the road. I've been bawling for the whole ride. It's my first day of college, and the anticipation has already made me late. I haven't moved in, and I have orientation in four hours. I shift in my booster seat, feeling and hearing the everpresent crunch of my toddler underwear. The damp undergarment makes itself plainly obvious with all its noises and the bulge it makes out of my too-big jeans meant to hide it. I'm going to need another diaper change before we get there, and the leaky, messy change my mom helped with before getting on the road is honestly the real reason we're running late. I hug my baby blue, black, and white striped tail miserably and look at my blue red panda face in the side mirror, the fur under my eyes now stained dark from all my tears. I still feel slightly betrayed by my college. I worked up so much courage to have my mom tell them I still wear diapers, but they still put me in a room with another person.
My mom scolds, "Oh hush, Fan! The school's generous enough to pay your tuition! You can't expect them to wipe your butt, too!"
She's technically right. Pingry gave me a great scholarship. But that doesn't change the fact that I have to find a way to hide that I wear diapers and pee and poop myself still. And that there is literally no way to do that! I huff and cross my arms, sulkingly looking out the window.
She adds, "And don't expect me to change you again before we arrive." 
I blush remembering that it's only been a few weeks since I learned to change myself anyway. I had to learn quick when I found out I'd definitely be going to college on a scholarship, and I'm still pretty trash at it. My heart sinks as I realize I'll have to either change myself or spend the whole morning, unpacking and orientation and all, in a dirty diaper.
I cry, "But momma! What if someone sees!? What if my roommate sees!? What if they tell the whole school!?"
"You'll just have to figure it out," she says, "You're not going to have me around to change you anymore after today."
Another hour in the car goes by with me fighting back tears and trying to prepare myself emotionally for today. I finish eating the fast food that we bought quickly on our way out of town. Finally, we pull into the parking lot of Pingry College. The whole college sprung up only a few dozen years ago, and the whole campus looks new with tall, orderly buildings surrounded by a small forest and walking trail. My mom pulls out the college map she printed and points to the dorms, just a short walk away from us. We unpack my two boxes of essentials and two - bigger - boxes of diapers and changing supplies onto the long hand-trolley my mom got me just for this, and we wheel it to the Ottervot Dorm and up to dorm room 2 12. The boxes are awkward going up the stairs, and my mom sneakily swats my hands back to the boxes whenever I'm tugging at my red Mars shirt to hide the ever growing back of my diaper as my jeans slowly loosen with all the strain and movement. The big, monotone building is mostly quiet. Most people seem to have already moved in and must be, thankfully, somewhere else for the moment. We quickly get the four boxes just outside my door, and my mom gives me a big hug, almost lifting me off the ground and definitely revealing the back of my diaper to the empty hallway. I give her a flustered goodbye and 'I love you' as she rushes off, leaving me blushing and tugging my pants back into diaper-hiding position.
I go to open the door and realize that I haven't gotten my key yet. I huff, defeated, and turn to walk to the main office, but I'm stopped as the door swings open behind me. A bouncing, excited voice greets me as I spin around, "Hellooo… I guess I'm your new roommate."
A dusk black bunny with little darker purplish spots on his cheeks hops into the hallway straight up to me. He seems just a little smaller than me, though tall and a little pudgy for a bunny. His eyes are almost completely black with only the shimmering reflection of whatever is in front of them giving them any color. His face is soft with puffier fur on and under his chin. His massive ears hang down behind him to the small of his back. He's got on a pair of adorably nerdy spectacles with silver trims, and he's wearing a wonderfully cute set of white overalls over a gray t-shirt. His feet are exposed and shoeless, and they are equally as soft, fluffy, and cute as his face.
I reach out my hand shakily for him to take.
"My name's Harmoo, but… most people just call me 'Moo,'" he says, making a wacky gesture with his hands ending in air quotes. He grabs my hand and shakes it before asking, "What's yours?"
Still flustered and now blustering at his presence and the unexpected stirring of my penis in my soggy diaper, I cough, "M-my name's F-Fan…"
I feel a small smile betray me, and his big smile meets mine heartily. He holds my hand for just a half second longer than I expect, and my stomach fills with moths. He's really cute, almost like a big stuffed bunny.
"Heh, you're cute." He says, making me blush even heavier than before. "What'sa matter? Bunny got your tongue?"
"I-I-I'm sorry, I-" I try to say before he cuts me off.
He hums, "It's okay. Not everyone's as excited about this part of moving day as I am. Here, here. I've got this…" He fishes through his pocket and pulls out two keys, thrusting one into my hands. He continues, "That's yours. Don't lose it. They'll make ya pay for a new one."
"Okay…" I say, still admiring him and whirring in my own head.
"Come on! Let's get you moved in!" He says expectantly, and he almost looks like he's about to swat my butt for a second before I cringe back and he stops.
I squeak, "Sorry I- uh… I'm homeschooled?" I feel myself shrink as I try to give a good reason for being so averse to him outwardly, even when I already feel like I want to hug him inwardly. At this point, I could use a good hug, but that's just going to make my diaper all the more obvious.
He chirps, "That explains it. And I should be apologizing to you. Don't want us hopping off on the wrong foot."
My tension subsides slightly at his acceptance and kindness, and I chuckle a little at his pun.
"You need any help with those big ol' boxes, Fan?" He offers.
"Um- okay…" I respond, still in my own head.
He instantly grabs a box by one side and holds it out for me to take the other. We lug it in, my vision of the room blocked by the big box that I'm now kicking myself for not labeling. I hope I remember which ones have diapers in them. And my binky and stuffie…
As I walk, I hear a faint hiss, and my diaper grows warmer. I awkwardly try to ignore it as I wet myself, used to the feeling but not used to doing it in front of a stranger.
"By the way," he says as we move the boxes in, "do you know what major you're doing?"
I'm pulled out of my head slightly, and I respond, "Oh- astrophysics, I think. I- I hope. I kinda wanna check out some art and writing classes, too."
"Wow! We got an astronaut in our midst," I hear him cheer from the other side of the box. Yeah, 'astronaut' I smirk to myself, 'diapers and all.' Without missing a beat, he continues, "I'm somewhat of a nerd myself! Thinking about doing Math or maybe Chemistry or something like that!"
"Oh, that's cool!" I shout back, trying to pry myself out of my head and into the conversation this cute bunny is having with me.
We finish moving the boxes into the overly small room. Two unfurnished beds are pushed against either side wall with two closets barely openable at their ends, and two desks sit on either side of the door. The floor is a hard, maybe fake, wood. My boxes stack to the ceiling on what must be my half of the room, and Harmoo's stuff seems partially unpacked. His desk already has a textbook, papers, pencils, and a little building set of atoms and molecules strewn across it. A box sits on his bed, and two more boxes sit in front of his open closet. They are a similar size to mine, and I cringe realizing that my boxes are not going to be easily hidden. I really hope Harmoo isn't the snooping sort.
Harmoo claps his hands together and says, "Well that's half over. You want help unpacking, too?"
"Oh, no-no. I'm… uh… I'm good. You've got your own stuff anyway." I rasp, looking at the floor awkwardly.
"Suit yourself," he says, and he proceeds to his desk and sits down quickly, his chair squeaking loudly. He opens the textbook to a marked page and starts skimming.
"You've already got homework?" I ask.
"I've already got a class today, too." He says, "Chemistry. Everyday."
I find myself wanting to ask him a bunch of things, but just standing awkwardly, looking at him as he reads. After probably a full minute, I worry I'll burn a hole in the back of his skull if I keep this up, and I finally force myself to say something.
"I-I'm- uh- going to go- get my textbooks- and stuff…" I say.
"Don't need my permission." He says offhandedly before looking at me, clearly seeing how lost I am. A grin forms on his face, and he whispers, "Go get your books."
I'm snapped back to reality by his command, and I whisper back, "Thanks…"
I make my way to the bookstore, wait in line, and drop a buttload of money on books. Fun. And I carry them back to the dorm without issue.
Only a quarter hour before orientation, and my diaper is sagging heavily at this point. Fast food was a bad idea.
I enter the room to find Harmoo has unpacked. His bed is finely made with comfy looking purple covers, and his boxes are nowhere to be seen.
"Fancy meeting you here," he greets me as I walk in the door. Before I can respond, he continues, "I was thinking- wanna eat dinner together? Meet up at 6:15 after my class and head to the dining hall?"
I almost drop my books in surprise and excitement. I say, probably too loud, "Oh- oh yeah! Yes, let's do that."
"Awesome," he says, smiling back at me from his desk. I place my books down on my own desk as he continues, "And meanwhile, you ready for orientation? It's in just a few minutes, we should honestly probably be walking there now."
I sigh, accepting that I'll be soggy for the foreseeable future, and say, "Not much I can do to get- get more ready."
"True enough," he says, almost looking relieved, and he stands up and finger guns the door.
"On our way, then?" He asks.
"Sure…" I say, making sure that I exit the room after him so that he doesn't get a chance to see my swollen diaperbutt.
Orientation is exceedingly tedious, but at least I get to sit next to Harmoo and glance at him from time to time. It feels really good to have him with me. I wonder if we're friends. Near the end, I flood my diaper again and start to worry that I'm going to leak. It's been a long time since I've gone this long without a change, but at least my mom did the tapes this morning, so there's a smaller chance it will leak.
Orientation finally ends with a massive applause from the now freed students who rush out to prepare or rest for later. Harmoo says that he's going to lunch and then will swing by to grab his bag for class. I realize that now is the perfect time to change and unpack, so I excuse myself and skip lunch.