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Chapter 1:    Sitting in this classroom I felt just as uncomfortable as every time I had done it for the last 6 months. I straightened out my pristine white blouse and straight grey skirt as best I could. If I had to be here I wanted to at least look presentable. Almost every factor of my life had been based on appearance, of wealth, of health, of extraordinary ability, but even with all my hard work I had one fatal flaw, like 12% of the people in this world I'm still not potty trained even at 27.    I tried to focus on the teacher's lesson as she explained the finer details of sensing when it's time to go. Admittedly it was hard to understand, like explaining colours to a blind person. How was I supposed to know how to feel what I've never felt?    What I did feel was the hot liquid flooding my diaper, now and everyday. I knew pee to be gross, but I also knew I had no way of controlling it. I felt it splash against the inside of my diaper than quickly get absorbed, sitting in that warm wet padding, I felt ashamed.    Just then somebody new walked in. She was confident even though she was 20 minutes late. She had long wolf cut hair with a grungy outfit, an open plaid button up with a band tee underneath, cargo pants and combat boots.    “Hello, welcome to class, and you are?" The teacher asked, looking at the list of students who paid for the class.    “I'm Ash." The grungy woman grumbled, sitting at a desk.    “Ashley Mondale?”    "Yeah.”    "Great. So Ashley.”    "Ash.” She corrected her.    "Ash.” The teacher seemed annoyed. “Today we're going over sensing when you need to go before it becomes an emergency. How far along are you in detecting your need to go?”    Ash’s bravado seemed to vanish as she knew she had no good answer. “I uh I can sorta do it. I know when I need to go but it just happens." She mumbled.    “Ok, so you can't hold it at all." The teacher took in the information.    “I wanna learn though." Ash said defensively.   “And you will in time, sweetheart. But you should arrive on time from now on. For today though I want you to stay after class for a solo lesson.” She turned to me. "Emma you too, since we're going over basic holding it and you still haven't mastered that. I think it'll be good for you to sit in.”    "Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.” I said, blushing that she exposed my secret in front of the whole 25 person class.    The teacher spoke for a while longer. She showed a diagram of the bladder explaining recognizable pressure zones that we should know. "If you feel pressure just above your anus or below your belly button you should tell a grown up and have them take you to the bathroom."    Ash groaned.    “Problem Miss Mondale?" The teacher asked.    “Isn't calling other people grown ups kinda derogatory to us? It's like you're saying we're not grown ups just because we're not potty trained."    The teacher lifted an eyebrow. “The majority of people are potty trained by 5. Then the Lion share of the stragglers potty train by 17, leaving only 15% of over all people past that age. By 35 that number is 5%. For something that changes so evidently with age, I don't see any other reason for it than a lack of maturity."    Ash leaned back in her chair and pouted with her arms crossed.    I raised my hand.    "Yes Emma?” The teacher asked.    "I would say I'm very mature for my age. I'm 27, I have a successful career, my own apartment and a licence to practice law. Surely you wouldn't say I'm immature, would you?”    "Emma sweetheart, I know you try very hard, but you've been coming to this class for 6 months and made very little progress.”    I started to tear up.    "You need to be realistic and truly think about what it means that you can't do something that most 5 year olds have completely mastered. I had to lay you down and change you just three days ago because you pooped yourself so badly you had no chance of cleaning it up yourself."    I allowed my perfect posture to fall into a slouch feeling suddenly incredibly defeated. "Am I really immature?” I thought to myself.    The class droned on and the teacher seemed more boring than ever. Up until now I had been excited to learn. Now I was only desperate to prove myself a grown up.    “Emma.” The teacher called out, “Can you come up here and label the diagram? I know you’ve at least been studying the written work quite well.”    I stood up, a grim look of depression on my face. I took the marker from her hand and began to write on the white board diagram. It was true, I had learned every piece of the urinary and bowel system. It was no different than things I learned in my biology classes. You don’t get through law school without learning a fair amount about the human body.    I labeled each piece; Bladder, Urethra, Bowel, Anus, Lower intestine.    “Very good Emma.” The teacher praised me as she patted my diapered butt, “Now everybody copy this down in your notes, we’ll be working more on feeling these areas on wednesday.”    I sat back down at my desk and the class went on for a bit longer. The diagram turned out to be part of a larger lesson about what parts to keep note of in order to know when to go.    In time the teacher ended the class. “Alright, that’s 6:00 everybody, you can start heading home.”    Everybody began putting their stuff away, aside from Ash and I. Slowly everybody drifted out of the classroom and soon it was just the two of us and the teacher.    “Now girls, can you come up here, please.”    Ash rolled her eyes and stood up. I got up as well, trying to look poised while I did it. We stood in front of the teacher in silence for a moment. The teacher reached for my skirt and pulled down the zipper, she dropped my skirt to the floor leaving me standing in just my blouse and diaper.    “Umm ma’am, what are you doing?” I asked in horror.    “Relax, for this exercise I need to be able to see how wet you are. Emma, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re already very wet.”    “Haha!” Ash mocked as I bowed my head in shame.    The teacher grabbed Ash’s belt next and then undid her cargo pants, dropping them to the floor.    “I don’t know what you’re laughing at, Ash, you’re wet too.”    “WHAT!? No I’m not!” She looked down and panicked then squeezed the front of her diaper. “Shiiiit!” I thought I could tell.” She whined.    “Now why don’t you girls go to the bathroom and clean each other up, then we’ll start the exercise.”    “Yes ma’am.” I agreed.    Ash nodded and we began walking toward the back.    Ash whispered while we walked. “I wanna do this all above board, just so you know I’m bisexual and if that makes you uncomfortable-”    I interrupted her. “I’m a lesbian.” I smiled softly, “It might be fun.”    Ash smiled and we walked into the bathroom. The changing table was bigger than anything else in there. It had a huge variety of diapers.    “I see you wear Skullys.” I pointed out, “I don’t think we have any here.”    “Yeah, the black of it and the skulls fit my vibe better. You’ve got Elmo on yours, I’m surprised by that.”    “Why’s that?” I asked.   “Well you seem so adult and Sesame Street’s a little kid show.”    “Yeah, maybe. I just like how wholesome he is. He teaches a lot of good lessons about dealing with anxiety and complicated social situations.”    “Yeah. I guess he does.” Ash smiled.    We looked through the stacks of diapers and picked out the ones we wanted.    “This one's got grover on it, he’s my second favourite.” I said.    “All these are so sweet. I guess this green one with the frogs isn’t bad, At least frogs are a queer symbol.”    “Yeah, that’s the spirit!” I said with a gentle smile.    “So which one of us goes first?” Ash asked.    “I’d like to. I just wanna be clean.” I said timidly.    “Ok.” Ash said, then she helped me onto the changing table by pushing my padded butt. I laid down on it, looking up at her. “Are you ready?” She asked.   “Yeah.”    Ash nodded and began picking at the tapes of my diaper and once they broke loose she opened up the front, I felt the hot wet stickiness peel away from my special area and shivered a bit from the tingles. “Clean Shaven.” Ash mumbled, with surprise in her voice, and I blushed. She pulled the diaper out from under my butt and grabbed some wipes from a shelf. She began wiping me down carefully at first. At one point she gently grazed over my clit and I shivered, letting out the tiniest squeak. She began wiping me more vigorously and I breathed heavily as she did it. Once I was sufficiently clean she slid the new diaper under my butt and taped it on nice and snug. “Alright, all done.” She helped me up and back to my feet.    Ash was a bit taller than me and well built so she was able to get up onto the changing table all by herself. Her chunky boots were a bit disorderly in such a position. She laid back and looked up at me, her face was a bit more delicate than it had been before and her eyes looked watery, almost scared. “It’s alright,” I comforted her, “This’ll be over in a jiffy.” She smiled gently at that and I began carefully undoing her tapes. I opened her up and saw it all. “That’s quite a bush!” I praised her. She smiled and hid her face. I began wiping her down and cleaning everything I could through the thick, curly hair. I spent a little bit of time gently massaging her front through the wipe with an evil smirk and she moaned softly. Then I backed off, I lifted her legs and slid the diaper smoothly under her butt, I placed her down on it then I taped it on, making sure all the leak guards were in perfect place. “Good job.” I said.    I helped her up and we both smiled at each other then we walked out into the main area to see what our teacher had in store for us.    “Alright girls, all cleaned up?” She clapped her hands one time.   “Yup.” “Yes Ma’am.” We replied.    “Good, now do either of you feel like you have to pee?” The teacher asked.   “No, I’m ok.” I replied.    “I don’t know, maybe kinda.” Ash mumbled.    The teacher walked up to Ash and pulled her shirt up just a bit. She pushed in on her lower belly. “Do you feel that?”    “Um, yeah.” Ash whimpered.    “Do you feel the pressure? Like there’s a ball of something in your abdomen.”    “I- I guess.” Ash trembled.    “Good.” She walked over to me next and pulled up my blouse. She began pushing in on my belly and I felt myself dribble a little into my diaper. “Remember the Kegel exercises, I want you to keep the pee inside you.” The teacher reminded me. I squeezed as tight as I could down there and she kept pushing. “Good, good.” She said, “Keep doing that, you’re getting better at it.” She walked back over to Ash and began pushing on her bladder again. “Have you ever done a Kegel exercise?”    “No ma’am.”    “Above the exit of your urethra there should be muscle which you should be able to tighten at will.”    “I don’t think I can.”    “When you have an accident do you ever try to stop peeing?”    “Yeah.” Ash agreed.    “Use that same muscle you would use to try and stop peeing, but right now before you’ve started peeing.”    I saw Ash’s face at first look curious and then look excited. “Wow I’m doing it! I think I’m doing it!” She smiled.    “Very good Ash!” The Teacher smiled, “Now, from now on, when you feel the pressure in your bladder I want you to start using those muscles right away so you don’t have dribbles and both of you I want you to work out those muscles every single day.” She handed us some papers from her desk. “These detail the exercises.”    “Thank you ma’am!” Ash and I said in unison.   I looked at her, amazed to see such a turn around in her attitude.    “Alright, you two can put your bottoms back on and head out. You have a nice night and I’ll be asking about those exercises on wednesday.”    We both nodded and put our bottoms back on. I pulled up my skirt and zipped it up, feeling a lot more confident with my diaper covered. Ash breathed a sigh of relief when she tightened her belt. Then we walked out the door.    “That was surprisingly fun.” I said as we walked down the stairs.    Stepping into the parking lot Ash turned around and looked at me. “It was.” She   smiled, “It doesn't have to end there. We may be done with potty training for the night, but my band has a practice tonight. You could come watch.”    My face lit up. “I’d love to.”  

I went through something similar, but with tweaks.  I had fecal urge minor leaks growing up, but never wore anything but underwear.  There were times I wish I had a diapee as I did have accidents.  However, I always thought of my self as an ABDL and I didn't have issues, until diagnosed with IBS late 20s, by mid 30s I had my last accident and started using diapees for protection.  I flip flopped so much because I didn't think I had a problem.  However, incontinence means: the involuntary loss of bladder or bowel control.  It doesn't measure amount... that's different forms of incontinence.  Once I wrapped my head around that, I stopped caring, now 9 years later, my control has worsen and I'm not dual incontinent and I like wear diapers all the time, I don't like being incontinent. However, might as well lean into it, I was already an ABy, I just didn't know I was a true ABy heheheh in his diapees all the time 🤭. P.S. I think if there was no diaper stigma, people wouldn't have this problem as much. #nodiaperstigma 🤔

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