Little bit late this week that's down to today being super hectic and not having a moment of free time to prepare release on time.      REUNION Chapter 2:  Lockdown Max makes her way into her photography class taking her spot at her desk. She puts her satchel on the floor near the desk after taking her polaroid camera and a journal out.   Despite the shower and time to wake up Max is still looking visibly tired as she sits at the desk. It was safe to say the early morning is not agreeing with her today.   Kate walks into the class clutching a pile of books and walks up to her desk putting her books down before turning to her friend.   “You look out of it today, everything alright?”   Max looks over to Kate. “Oh hey, yeah it was a late night up with Warren watching cheap horror films and studying for class. Likely a little too late of a night.” The girl rubs her forehead.   “Be careful with those, don’t want to run yourself into the ground.”   “I know, I was probably a little too excited.” Max says as she notices the redness around Kate's eyes. “ Kate, are you okay?”   “ Oh yeah I am fine Max.”   “You sure? Would you want to hang out later and talk about things?”   Kate takes a moment before she finally answers. “Yeah it would be nice to hang out later Max.”   “Okay Kate we can hang out later after classes, I’ll come by your dorm to meet you there. Can hang out with Alice and just relax.”   Their conversation is interrupted as the rest of the students finish filing into the class and the new teacher MR Jefferson makes his way into the room dropping his things at the teacher's desk. MR Jefferson is smartly dressed with a clean looking brown suit and short well kept hair that screams having more money and class than you would expect from a teacher. He takes a look at his watch and the clocks at the back of the classroom.   “We’ll give it a couple of minutes for any stragglers then we’ll get started.” MR Jefferson looks out at the classroom and the fewer filled seats than he was expecting to see.   The door to the classroom swings open and in walks a tall girl in heels with short blonde hair who is dressed like a fashion catalogue for designer brands all likely paid for on daddy’s credit card.   The girl is flanked by another girl who is not wearing as much money as the lead girl and is like a shadow following  Blackwells queen bee around, almost hanging off her shoulder like another accessory.   MR Jefferson turns to take notice of the late arrivals. “Victoria and Taylor, so nice of you two to grace us with your presence. I trust you were able to find your way out of the closet and the girls' dorm room without too much of a delay? Now in future I expect you to be on time like everyone else was.”   Annoyed, the new teacher is even daring to address her in this way Victoria just turns and smiles one of those fake smiles girls like her have. “I’m sorry I don’t believe I know who you are yet? But it will not happen again I swear.”    “It better not. Now take a seat, let this be a note to all of you in my classes. I don't want to see any attitude or drama from anyone. The only place that energy belongs is in your work and the images you present in this room. We are here to learn and to work and I expect punctuality from everyone. If that is all clear we can begin.”    While Victoria and Taylor are taking their seats MR Jefferson closes the door to the classroom before returning to the centre of the front of class.   With the room finally settled MR Jefferson begins his class. “Welcome to Photography, some of you may know who I am, some of you may not.”   MR Jefferson goes on to talk about his work and his background and attempts to explain to the group of youths why he should be respected and listened to in this class as well as brief plans for the academic year ahead and the expectations set out for the work they are to be handing in.   Max in spite of her tired state is listening intently her attention focused on every word that MR Jefferson is saying.   Kate is trying her best to pay attention and take notes for the class. However, after this morning's events in her room, she is just not into class as she normally is and finds her attention drifting off every now and then.   Victoria and Taylor are only half paying attention to the class. Taylor to her credit is attempting to engage but is finding it difficult to keep up with the speed of Information.    Victoria on the other hand only really paid attention to hearing about the frivolous parts of MR Jefferson's work. Growing up in a family that has had everything Victoria tends to put work beneath her assuming that she will always have everything and if she doesn’t she can make people work for her.   Chloe is making her way through the hallways of Blackwell academy hoping to avoid a run in with the schools head of security and self employed truancy officer David Madson her step farther.    Chloe eventually reaches the shop class area. She makes her way into the class hoping it’s not too bad of her being a few minutes late again. It’s not like she is always late but being a teenager and not being a boarder due to living locally sometimes she winds up not being as punctual as the teachers like. MR Stevenson notices the late arrival. “Ms Price, nice of you to join us finally.”   “Sorry, traffic was a nightmare.”   “Well let's see if you can help solve that issue. Grab your overalls and join the group working on the pick up at the back. Everyone is working on replacing the cylinder heads at the moment.”   Chloe heads over to an empty rack on the side wall and pulls off one of the few remaining sets of overalls and puts it on before heading over to join the group working on a late model red pick up that looked like it was from the 90’s.   Chloe’s presence or absence always stood out in the workshop as she is one of the few girls in the shop working on the cars. Blackwell as progressive and forward as it likes to think, still having some areas that it doesn’t really promote as equal interest across boys and girls.   To get to work with cars and continue to learn skills she started learning with her late father. Chloe had to practically beg the principal to let her take this class. This means that she feels like she has to prove herself worthy of being in the room and is never afraid to jump into everything.   As all the groups began to finish the task laid out for them. MR Stevenson group by group sent them off to get themselves cleaned up. Chloe’s group were nearly finished with the task and would be one of the next groups to go, Which means she wasn’t exactly looking forward to the next stage. Working on cars is great but Chloe was less fond of the inspections as there are moments where MR Stevenson could be too critical of work in her eyes.   Max has been sat listening intensely and writing notes even more so for the last forty minutes. MR Jefferson had been giving a lecture on the importance of shadow with form, how to control it, how to use it to construct meaning.   Class was interrupted as there was the sound like a loud broom handle snap and then multiple in quick succession. Then silence. This rattled the students as they all jumped out of their skin.   After walking over to the door MR Jeffison proceeds to lock it. “Alright settle down everyone and remain quiet. I’m sure everything is fine. Once we hear from campus security we will proceed accordingly. Better to be cautious right now till more information is available.”   Kate and Max along with everyone else were now on the floor under their desks out of fear this was something worse than Samuel having a serious accident fixing something.   Shaking Kate turns to Max. “ Max what’s going on?”   “I don’t know Kate, if Samuel had an accident I hope he’s okay.”    Yeah this is just an accident Kate tried to tell herself. Though her fear and everyone else's was not helping. And being in a heightened emotional state from the morning was not helping either.    The students are aware that worse things do happen in schools but everyone has this illusion that they are only a thing that happens in big cities. Arcadia bay is too quiet for that sort of thing to happen here right? Might as well be the expression written over everyone's faces.   Kate’s thoughts were distracted as the ground underneath her began to get warm. Kate looked down and saw her dress was now damp and clinging to her and she was sitting in a puddle.   “Max, I, I peed myself.” Kate manages to stammer out in a whisper.   Max looks at Kate sitting in a puddle of her own making and can’t help but feel sorry for her friend.

Going full 24/7 to the point of tossing out your underwear and investing in cases of diapers and planning around vacations takes an immense amount of commitment.  I suppose it’s theoretically possible to do it in a way that  nobody in your household ever notices. But geez. I couldn’t imagine the practicality of not treating my diapers like underwear, when that’s what they are.     I have a  different suggestion:  Enjoy wearing diapers as often as you can to the point where it doesn’t cause issues for you.   It’s okay if you can’t commit to this lifestyle for decades.  If you can, that’s amazing! If there’s a point where you diapers need to take a backseat, that’s life.  Either way, good luck! Let us know how it goes. You got this. ❤️

It's gotten progressively easier for her to pee while sleeping.  If MW followed stereotypical diaper tropes, Maddy would wet the bed unconsciously, but I'm not sure if that would happen yet.

Question is during the sleepover will it be a normal one or will disaster strike?

But Timmy wasn't listening he kicked, yelled and cursed trying to free himself from the bigger woman's Ironclad grasp. He didn't stop even as he was being taken back to the bathroom calling her all kinds of names that he could think of.