Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature a religious cult, cloth diapers, and wetting. This is a smutty fantasy so please do not read if you want realism. All characters in this story are 18 or over. This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.
The Story
Isobel smiled at her reflection in the mirror, examining herself in the dress she was wearing. It was white with a knee-length skirt, Peter Pan collar, and short sleeves, and looked pretty on her while remaining prim and proper. The girl was nineteen years old, with long brunette hair, dark hazel eyes, and a slender body.
She was in her dorm room at the Violet Liberal Arts College, where she studied poetry and literature, and it was the first time she ever lived in the city, having grown up in a small rural town. The college was exclusively for girls, which was what attracted Isobel to it as she was nervous at the thought of being around a lot of boys, who she found insensitive and unruly, with the thought of having to put up with lots of them trying to chat her up, which as a pretty girl she knew without being immodest was bound to happen, sent shudders down her spine.
However, Isobel had quickly been disappointed that many of the other girls, including her roommate Evelyn, spent much of their free time partying, and the environment wasn't as chaste as she had expected, with plenty of lesbian liaisons going on amongst her fellow students. In contrast to her drinking and sexually active peers, Isobel was teetotal, never having drunk alcohol in her life, as well as a virgin who didn't plan on having sex until she was married.
She didn't have anything against lesbianism, even thinking perhaps she would prefer a sensitive wife, like one of the church girls she had grown up with rather than a horrid husband, however Isobel definitely disapproved of the kind of things Evelyn, and her other dormmates, got up to. She was especially aggrieved when she had to leave her own bed and sleep on the dorm lounge sofa whenever her roommate brought back 'company'. Even worse, on the college curriculum was several poems and novels which she felt were borderline pornographic but she had to study for her courses.
She did have a few friends, and the girls, even though she disapproved of them, were still nice to her, however Isobel felt a little lonely in these surroundings so had sought some kind of faith group to join. She had eventually found the Church of the Virgin Mother, or CVM, which was a small group exclusively for women, focused on working together to raise money for charity through things like bake sells, spreading the ideas of temperance and chastity, and socialising together in events like picnics and tea parties, which appealed to Isobel far more than the usual bars and nightclubs her fellow students met up at.
She had applied to joined, and successfully attended an interview with the Church leader, a woman in her fifties called Fiona who had asked her about her interests and commitments to the various values and beliefs of the group, as well as some questions about her personal life. The woman had been delighted to find that Isobel was a virgin, who had never drank, done drugs, or committed a crime, and the brunette was excited to be accepted into the group.
A few days later the girl received a parcel of several white dresses, one of which she was trying on now, which were the garments worn by the CVM. Isobel had been a little surprised to learn the group had a uniform, but liked the white dresses and the values of cleanliness and innocence they represented, as well as making her feel part of a sisterhood of likeminded women even without having met the other members yet.
Among the dresses was a leaflet explaining the CVM's dress code. It suggested cardigans to go over the dress when the weather was more mild, and tights in white or light grey to keep with the virginal look. Make-up was prohibited but they were allowed modest earrings, and several options for ribbons in their hair if they wished. The guide even covered underwear, suggesting white cotton was appropriate which Isobel already had several bras and briefs in.
"Why do you have loads of the same dress?" Evelyn asked, having just came in the room with a iced coffee.
"It's my new day-to-day wardrobe. I joined the Church of the Virgin Mother and this is the clothes they sent me to wear. Looks nice doesn't it?" Isobel replied, showing the noirette girl the dress she was wearing.
"Really? Never heard of them but sounds like a cult..." Evelyn laughed, and Isobel looked at her reprovingly.
"No it isn't! We just do normal things, and bake cakes and stuff to raise money for charity."
"Okay sure. The dress does look cute on you though not sure I'd want a uniform to wear every day."
Isobel blushed at being called cute by her roommate, though secretly liked the compliment, much rather being 'cute' or 'pretty' than 'hot' or 'sexy', and returned to admiring the dress in the mirror.
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On Saturday, Isobel had an invitation from the church leader Fiona to go round her home in the morning for tea, so they could discuss how the teen, now a member of the CVM, could get involved in their activities.
Isobel dressed in her white dress, careful to ensure it was especially neat, and put on a pair of silver stud earrings, but of course avoided any make-up which the church dress code prohibited, but felt she was pretty enough without it anyway. She did tie a bow in her hair with a white ribbon, wanting to look as nice as possible for Fiona, and was pleased with how pretty and virginal it looked in her long brunette hair.
After she was ready, she grabbed an apple and coffee from the campus canteen for breakfast, then left to get a bus to the suburbs where Fiona lived. Her home was a short walk from a bus stop, and Isobel admired the large detached building before walking up the driveway to knock on the door.
Her first interview had been in the small building in the city which the CVM rented for their meetings and Sunday prayer gatherings, so had been a little surprised to be invited to the woman's home this time, but guessed it was just so it felt like a more informal and social chat for them to get to know one another.
Fiona answered the door. She was a woman in her fifties, a little shorter than Isobel with shoulder length auburn hair, and a slender body clothed in the same white dress the teen was wearing, with a knee-length skirt, Peter Pan collar, and short sleeves.
"Sister Isobel! Welcome, I'm so happy to see you dressed in our clothes, you really do look lovely. Aww, that bow in your hair is such a perfect addition!"
"Thanks, it's been an honour to wear them. I've been keeping to the dress code ever since I received the dresses!" Isobel beamed, happy the woman was impressed by her pretty ribbon.
"Perfect, I knew a nice girl like you would follow the rules! Come on in..." Fiona led the girl inside the house, passing through the hallway into the lounge, which was a large cosily furnished room with a piano, book shelves, and a coffee table where a tea set was laid out.
Isobel sat on the sofa while Fiona went into the kitchen to prepare the tea, before returning to pour them both a cup, and offer the teen a slice of cake.
"Mmm, this is delicious." Isobel smiled as she tasted the cake.
"You'll have plenty of practice making ones like it, baking is an essential skill of a CVM sister! Oh, I may have forgotten to mention before, but in the church, we refer to our fellow members as 'sister', so you're sister Isobel for example."
"Ah okay... sister Fiona."
