AB_DeLane

Wait, there are two threads with people offering inane takes on Pree? I'll keep this one short. Incontinent people exist. They are allowed to exist. They are allowed to choose to wear or use whatever products best suit their needs. They are allowed to share as little or as much information about their condition as they feel comfortable. They are allowed to be into ABDL. They are allowed to want nothing to do with it. They are allowed to fall somewhere in between. They are allowed to make reviews, create YouTube channels, and be advocates for people like themselves.

Let's take a step back for a second. For 99.9 percent of the population, diapers are not a sexual object. Your average person has a neutral view of diapers at best, though more likely views them with some level of disgust (or shame if they happen to need to wear them past a typical toilet training age). Sometimes, it's easy to get caught up in the ABDL world so much that we forget how diapers are viewed and treated by the general public. That fact that someone might get uncontrollably horny when they see a woman wearing a diaper is a them problem. Not a her problem. Women are allowed to exist for themselves, to live their lives as they feel comfortable. They don't exist solely for men's pleasure. The idea that anything Pree is doing must be to try and sexually entice her viewers is a sexist and chauvinistic attitude that diminishes women and denies their own agency. The idea that she must somehow be a secret ABDL is a big load of projection, and says a lot more about the people holding that opinion that it does about her. I've come across her videos in the past when I was doing research for new diapers to buy for either myself or my girlfriend and found no issues with her content. The videos that feature diapers were informative reviews, and in many of her other videos, she talks about the challenges she has with her disabilities. There is nothing in her videos that would suggest that she is faking any of her medical conditions. Yes, she shows the diapers in the videos. That's kind of important when reviewing an article of clothing. Step outside the ABDL worldview and look at this situation from the perspective of a regular person. Incontinence is a fairly common malady (in some countries, adult diapers outsell baby ones). There's a lot of shame associated with it. Yes, it's possible for someone to want to advocate for people with that disability and help them become more comfortable with their need to wear protection without it being fetish content. Quite frankly, I think ABDL people need to show some more care and discretion when entering spaces for incontinent people (whether that be interacting with Pree's videos or on places like r/incontinence), but that's a topic for another day. If you still happen to be all that hot and bothered by her content, I might humbly suggest plucking your own eyes out first.

You want to write with something that has an autosave features. It's especailly useful if you were to perhaps let you laptop battery get to low and then forget where you put the charging cable (I, of course, have never done something like that). I used to use Word, but I've disliked it's tie-in to one-drive and all the AI stuff that's getting brought into Microsoft 365. I switched over to Obsidian a couple months ago. It's free, though you'll need to adjust the plugins to get the desired experience. There's also the option to pay a few dollars a month for cloud storage as well. https://obsidian.md/

I have the sneaking suspicion that someone is a Brandon Sanderson fan.

Thanks! Yes, that is the curse of showing when you are online. Thanks, and we will at some point get more clarity on why Maddy dislikes Hannah. There's a lot going on that I've tried to be intentional with. I think Hannah needing diapers isn't all that unrealistic. My understanding is that individuals on the autism spectrum are more likely to experience incontinence (not to say that all or most do, just that there is an increased likelyhood, especially with interoception issues). Thanks!

Thanks! Thanks, me too! I can say (and I would't say it is a spoiler) but yes, Maddy will eventually get diapers. But in the meantime, we'll be getting a lot more into her relationship with Hannah in the next chapter. Thanks! The next chapter will be focused a lot on their time together now that Maddy has gotten settled in (though not fully adjusted) to being in the bedwetting cabin. Yeah, that type of scenario would be out there (though also in line with a lot of other ABDL fiction, especially older stories). I do like to take ABDL tropes and subvert expectations with them. And like I've mentioned earlier, the main point was to find a scenario in which Hannah and Maddy are alone together (at least in the sense of being away from all their normal friends/family) with Maddy's bedwetting out in the open. That said, keeping track of all the new character's names and their info was a bit painful, especially with coming back to this part in the story after having some time off. I'm pretty hopeful that there aren't any continuity issues. Those are lots of really good quesitons. Those are things I've considered with the outline, but there shall be no spoilers. I'll just say that we've got a lot of good stuff coming post-camp.

Thanks so much Tina! Definately should! Someday I might manage to write shorter stories.

The hiatus is over. I'm excited to be continuing Maddy's story! Chapter 42: Not Like Them Pretending to be Hannah’s friend was both difficult and easy. The easy part was that she hardly left me alone. The difficult part was that she hardly left me alone. What I needed more than anything was some peace and quiet to be able to organize my thoughts. Too much had happened in the last few hours, from being placed in a cabin with a bunch of actual bedwetters to the discovery that one of those fellow campers was none other than Hannah, the cousin of one of my best friends. The following several hours proceeded like a blur as my mind vacillated between the hope that I might be able to maintain my secret once I returned home from the soccer camp and despair over whether Hannah would be willing and capable of doing so. “Are we friends?” That was the query from Hannah earlier in the day that was the source of both my hope and despair. I had answered in the affirmative, which was the exact opposite of how I felt about her. In truth, I couldn’t stand being around Hannah, though it was hard to put a finger on why exactly that was. Yes, she was annoying and completely oblivious to other’s personal space, but there was just something else that rubbed me the wrong way, though I couldn’t find the words to describe precisely what I was feeling or why I felt that way. What I did know was this: keeping Hannah on my side was the only way I could extract myself from this mess. The hours after leaving the cabin passed by at a rapid-fire pace. There was a big gathering of all the campers and counselors, where they went over all the rules and the schedule for the week, a tour of the campgrounds and the sports fields, all followed by a meal in a cafeteria that was only marginally better than the uninspiring goop served in the cafeteria at my middle school back home. In the few brief moments when I was able to find some time to detach from all the noise and bustle and begin to contemplate my next move, I arrived at a few decisive conclusions. Quitting bedwetting wasn’t an option. I had worked too hard and had endured too much to let go of my hard-won right to wear pull-ups to bed each night. Besides, that wouldn’t make any tangible difference to how my friends would react if Hannah spilled the beans about our time in Cabin B. The only option was to convince Hannah that my secret was not to be shared with anyone else. I had a week – well, technically, this evening, five whole days, and one morning – to get Hannah over to my side, or I would be done for when her family moved over to my neighborhood later this summer. “Maddy, Maddy, come on!” Hannah was standing to the side of where I was seated at a long cafeteria table, holding a half-eaten tray of food that had been heavily picked through. I held back a sigh and attempted to smile. From the grin on Hannah’s face, she hadn’t cued into my initial disappointment. The only moments of peace I had gotten were two times she had abruptly sprinted off to use the restroom before racing back afterward to catch up with me. I looked down at my own plate, which contained a half-eaten, probably microwaved, corn dog, Jell-O, and a few remaining raw baby carrots and broccoli that had rolled into a pool of Ranch dressing. It wasn’t appealing enough that I would risk letting Hannah get out of my sight. “Sure,” I said, as happily as I could manage. The rest of cabin B – the nickname having stuck in my head - had split up for the most part. Maya and Chloe, despite their apparent annoyance with each other earlier, were seated together with Lily a few tables away. I still wondered what the outcome of their bet - that Maya would get over her bedwetting by this summer - was going to be. No sooner had we both emptied the contents of our trays in the trash did Hannah dash off again without warning. This time, I didn’t bother calling after her to ask what she was doing. I knew she was headed to the bathroom like she had done a couple of times since we’d left the cabin. I followed behind Hannah at a much slower pace. I wasn’t feeling any need to use the restroom myself – while fiddling with the lanyard ID card hanging around my neck. On one side, it had my name, cabin, counselor’s name, and the name of the team I’d be on for the week. The back of the card had a tiny map of the campgrounds. We’d also been given a schedule for the week. I didn’t have any pockets to put it in, so I had stuffed the paper inside the cardholder as well. Teams weren’t divided up by cabins – that would have been a lot simpler – but Hannah and I had still ended up getting paired together. I actually wasn’t all that annoyed by that. Hannah had demonstrated that she actually knew what she was doing when she had come to the park to play with us that one time she had been visiting her cousin earlier in the summer. I fiddled idly with the lanyard, twisting it around and letting it loose to spin again, as I watched the other campers filter out of the cafeteria toward the fields. We were going to meet up with our teams this evening before getting s’mores around the fire and heading back to our cabins for the night. I let out a sigh after a few minutes had passed without Hannah stepping out of the bathroom. She had probably wet her pull-up and was needing to change. While her outfit was discreet enough to conceal her pull-up. I had been able to pick up the telltale sign of it rustling beneath her shorts a few times today. I mean, if she hadn’t been potty trained earlier this summer, what were the odds that she had managed to turn that situation around in the last month? Still, I couldn’t shake the embarrassment of standing out in the hallway waiting for Hannah to finish doing her business like I was some kind of chaperone for her. A grin spread out across Hannah’s face once she saw me after she had exited the bathroom. I returned a quick smile. “We need to hurry,” I said. “We still need to get our gear from the cabin. Don’t want to be late to the first practice.” <><><> I couldn’t help but feel nervous when I stepped back into the cabin a few hours later. The last few hours of the night had been a welcome distraction as Hannah and I joined up with the group of girls who would make up our team for the week. I was so focused on the drills and games that, for a while, I was able to push my dilemma to the back of my mind. Even Hannah hadn’t been that bad. She’d reverted to being extra clingy around me but hadn’t been as much of a nuisance as she had been when we had first arrived at the cabin in the afternoon earlier. She did make two runs to a nearby porta-potty – one time bringing her small backpack with her – furthering my suspicions that there were still plenty of times in the day when Hannah wasn’t keeping her pull-up dry. That behavior had drawn some looks from our new teammates, but nothing more than that so far. Hannah and I were the last two campers to arrive back at the cabin after the evening practices and campfire s’mores. Everyone else was busy either tucking away their soccer gear, chatting, or looking at their phones. I was finally afforded a few minutes of peace as Hannah again rushed off to the bathroom at the back of the cabin. I unlocked my phone to find a half-dozen text messages. I responded to the ones from my parents first, assuring them that I wasn’t feeling too lonely, which was the truth, as I’d been so busy the first day of camp. I didn’t make any mention of Hannah being at the camp. I hadn’t mentioned her to my parents earlier and hoped that wasn’t a conversation we’d need to have. The last thing I needed was for my parents to be aware of another bedwetter that was soon to be in the neighborhood. There were a few messages from Emma and Angie. The team had managed to pull out a close win today. I did feel rather jealous. I would have rather been playing in the summer league like I had in the past rather than being forced to skip it because of all the upcoming family vacations. Even being fully immersed in soccer for an entire week wasn’t enough of a consolation prize. I hesitated while trying to decide what I was going to tell them. There was no way I would be able to get around Emma finding out that Hannah had gone to the same camp as me, but I wasn’t sure how to break that news to them in a way that would avoid any implications that I was a bedwetter like her cousin. They had to think that everything was going normally at camp. What would I be telling them if I had met Hannah at camp and hadn’t been faking being a bedwetter? I tapped out a quick message to the group chat with Emma and Angie: “You’ll never guess who is on my team at the camp?” That elicited a few responses from them – all wrong – as they put in guesses about some other girls we had played soccer with over the last few years. I finally provided the answer. I typed in “Hannah,” followed by an ellipsis and an eye-roll emoji. That brought back a rapid-fire flurry of texts in response. Emma and Angie were both far too amused at the situation, though, to my relief, neither made any jump to assuming that I was in a cabin with Hannah or what the implications of that would be. At the sight of Hannah exiting the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, I quickly closed out of the group chat, switching over to the much more innocuous messages thread I had been on with my parents. Hannah was still wearing her noise-reducing headphones. The only time she had removed them was when we were playing soccer after dinner. I let out a small sigh of relief as Hannah went over to her bed instead of coming by to chat with me. “Hey, listen up,” Amy said, as the cabin counselor clapped her hands several times in a row. “Excuse me, I need your attention. Lights are supposed to be out by 10:30, so we’ve got about thirty minutes to get ready for bed.” There were a few groans from that. At least for me, that was a fairly normal summer bedtime. “Show of hands,” Amy asked. “Who is taking a shower tonight, and who is doing one in the morning?” Hailey, Lily, and Hannah raised their hands. “Well, that’s a relief,” the counselor said. “It’s impossible to be on time in the morning if everyone is waiting until then.” Amy pointed at Hailey and Lily and told them that they were first to shower, then it would be her and Hannah’s turn. I suddenly felt way out of my element. I’d never had any issues getting dressed around other people before, whether that was with family, or soccer teammates in a locker room, or during sleepovers with Emma and Angie. It didn’t matter that everyone knew or that every single person in the cabin - with the exception of Amy, the counselor - was going to be wearing some form of protection beneath their pajamas. I tried not to look anxious as I glanced about the room. I had no intention of being the first person to reach into their suitcase or dresser to retrieve a pull-up. I wanted so badly to look around and see what all the other campers were doing. But at the same time, there was a gnawing guilt running through me, like I was an intruder in a space I had no business being in. How did actual bedwetters behave? I couldn’t take into account anything I’d observed Hannah do. She was the complete and total opposite of normal, regardless of the circumstances. At a normal camp, I would have felt totally at home stripping and changing right next to my bunk bed without giving it a second thought. But I realized something. I absolutely did not want anyone to see me wearing a pull-up. It was one thing to be a pretend bedwetter in the abstract sense. It was something entirely else to be going through that performance with all eyes in the cabin on me. Hailey pulled out a small bag from her suitcase and made her way around the corner to the bathroom first. I watched Lily from the corner of my eye as she rummaged through her suitcase, first pulling out a T-shirt and then a pair of pajama shorts. That was followed by something white and crinkly. It wasn’t the colorful style of pull-up that I had in my own suitcase, but it also didn’t bear any resemblance to the diapers of Hannah’s that I snuck a look at when she was staying at her cousin’s house. I dropped my gaze as Lily stepped away from her bed, looking up again to catch her rounding the corner to the bathroom as well, but I didn’t get another peek at the pull-up. No one else appeared to be in much of a hurry. There were still thirty minutes left till the lights were supposed to go out. I tried to think through what my plan was going to be. I regretted not saying I was going to take an evening shower. That would have made getting changed into a pull-up a lot easier. I decided that grabbing some pajamas and changing in a bathroom stall would be easiest. At least that way, no one would have to see me in a pull-up. And, if I went first, I would have the bathroom to myself while I did that. I had packed enough pull-ups to have one each night with a handful left over. They were buried at the bottom of my suitcase. I re-orientated the suitcase so that the open lid faced the rest of the cabin, helping keep the contents out of view. I found a pair of shorts and a shirt. I looked up. Everyone else was minding their own business. No one else seemed like they were in a huge hurry to get dressed. That was good. I was counting on one of the bathroom stalls being open for me to be able to change in. I dug further into the suitcase, my hand brushing up against the familiar texture of the nighttime pull-ups. I grabbed one, scrunched it up, and then tucked it in between my pajamas. I considered grabbing the pouch with my toothbrush, toothpaste, and other toiletries but decided to come back and grab that after I had gotten dressed. With everything in hand, I took a deep breath and stepped away as casually as possible from the suitcase, making sure not to leave it open. Fixing my eyes directly on the back of the cabin, I walked as calmly as I could toward the bathroom, resting the urge to sprint – or at least speed walk – around the corner and out of sight. My hands were shaking by the time I rounded the corner into the bathroom. The setup of the bathroom at least lent itself to some privacy. There was a row of three sinks on a counter, past that were two small bathroom stalls. Beyond that was a pair of shower stalls. I could hear the water running behind them. I hurried to the furthest bathroom stall and closed the door behind me with my heart still racing. I looked down at the bundle of clothing in my hand. I unwrapped the shorts and the T-shirt. The pull-up was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank right into my stomach as I sifted through my pajamas in a hopeless attempt to see if the pull-up had just gotten bunched up somewhere I couldn’t see. It simply wasn’t there. The second-to-last thing I wanted to do was to go back to the main room of the cabin to retrieve the pull-up. But the last thing I wanted to do was to leave the pull-up sitting out any longer than necessary. I placed my hand on the door to the toilet stall, trying to assure myself that I could do it. I counted to three, but at the last second, I shrank back from the door. How could I have been so careless? I stayed frozen in place. With each passing second, there was a greater chance someone would notice the pull-up on the floor, but it still took me a couple of minutes to work up the courage to finally ease the door to the toilet stall open and peek my head around the corner, taking a look at the bathroom floor. It figured that I wouldn’t have been lucky enough to have dropped the pull-up somewhere out of sight from everyone else. I pushed the stall door open all the way and made my way back to the main room of the cabin. And there it was. My pull-up was lying right in the middle of the floor. I’d only made it a few feet away from my bed before it had slipped out of my grasp. Every step toward the pull-up felt like an eternity. I kept my eyes locked in on the pull-up, not daring to look around at everyone else. I was sure they all must be staring at me. What were they thinking? Were they judging me for the type of pull-up that I was wearing - the brightly patterned one that was clearly a style for kids? Was it typical for girls my age to prefer nighttime protection that was less childish? The cabin wasn’t that large. It only took me a dozen or so steps to reach the pull-up. I didn’t need a mirror to confirm that my face must have been burning red as I bent down to pick it up. Once I had the pull-up in hand, I hastily tucked it back inside my pajamas. Only then did I chance a look around the room. Hannah was lying on her bed reading a book that was held just a few inches in front of her face. I knew exactly which Harry Potty novel it was right away from the cover art. Olivia and Isabell were chatting between their beds, both already having changed into their pajamas. I’d gotten a glimpse of something white - though I wasn’t sure whether it was a pull-up or diaper - when I’d seen Olivia unpack earlier, but I didn’t know what type of protection Isabell was wearing. If either had noticed the pull-up on the floor, there was no indication of it. Maya was staring at her phone on the opposite side of the cabin. She hadn’t gotten up yet to get ready for bed. My worst fears unrealized, I turned to head back toward the bathroom. And there was Chloe, standing right in front of me. I literally jumped in surprise as I untended like a spring. But right as I did so, the pull-up again slipped out of my grasp and fell to the floor. I scrambled to grab the pull-up, instinctively tucking it and my pajamas behind my back. Out of the corner of my eye, there was some movement elsewhere in the cabin. Great, now I was the center of attention, after all. Chloe let out a lighthearted laugh. “There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about,” she said. “I used to wear those pull-ups too.” “Um, yeah, um.” My feet shifted anxiously as I tried to figure out what to say in response. The only thing I’d experienced more embarrassing than this was when my older sister, Grace, had come across me wearing urine-soaked pajamas in the hallway when I had first begun faking my bedwetting. I stepped around Chloe to head to the bathroom without saying another word. This time, I ran. A few seconds later, I was again back in the bathroom stall. This evening was a complete disaster. Why could I just be chill and relaxed, wearing a pull-up like all the other campers? I had totally flunked if my goal had been to not stand out. And in my embarrassment, I missed an opportunity to find out what type of protection Chloe wore to bed, obviously having moved on from the nighttime pull-ups I used. And the worst of it was that I was going to have to go out and face everyone again. And the more I delayed doing so, the more awkward it was going to feel. Given that I hadn’t heard the showers turn off yet, Lily and Hailey must have still been cleaning up. I wondered what Amy would do if we weren’t all ready for bed in time. After using the toilet for its intended purpose, I finally got changed into my pull-up and pajamas, running into yet another problem. My shorts covered the pull-up, but just barely. I cinched the drawstring uncomfortably tight around my waist and made sure to double-knot it. It would have been easier to check if I had been standing in front of a mirror, but I reached my hand around to feel the back of my shorts, confirming that the pull-up was hidden, if just barely. My shirt was the second problem. Ordinarily, there wouldn’t have been anything wrong with it. The edge of the shirt came down just past the waistband of my shorts. I regretted not putting more thought into the clothes I had packed for the week. I walked sheepishly out of the toilet stall, this time to retrieve my toiletry bag. I had never been more fully conscious of the pull-up beneath my shorts. The way it crinkled. The way the padding wrapped around me. It felt so obvious and out of place. Chloe and Lily were in the middle of brushing their teeth as I headed in the direction of the sinks toward the exit from the bathroom. I got an obvious answer to my question about Chloe. A bright pink pull-up was visible beneath the bottom of her hoodie, and there wasn’t any question that it contained significantly more padding than the pull-up covered up by my shorts. I had made do with my nighttime pull-ups, but only because I could wet them while I was awake, when I could be careful about how much I peed and what position I was in when doing so. I realized a truth I had been refusing to admit to myself. Just because these pull-ups still fit me didn’t mean they were the right choice for a girl my age. I had been so obsessed with getting them to be willing to acknowledge that they might not be perfect, and I had been too ignorant of the now so-obvious reality that there were other, better products available. I managed to pry my eyes away from Chloe as I slipped past her - the image of the pull-up stuck in my head as I returned to my suitcase to retrieve my toothbrush. I was afforded one more glance at Chloe’s pull-up when I returned to the bathroom and took my place beside her at the sink. I realized suddenly that all the discomfort I had felt at my pull-up mishaps a few minutes ago had disappeared. A pull-up on the floor was less awkward and embarrassing than a pull-up around one’s waist, and the casual manner with which Chloe handled her bedwetting took away the feeling that anyone in the cabin would care one bit about what I was wearing under my shorts for bed. Hailey and Lily each wrapped up their showers while I was flossing, and soon after, Amy walked behind us on the way to the showers, followed by Hannah, who was holding a nightgown in one hand and one of her white diapers in the other. I tugged at my shorts to lift them up a half-inch before leaving the bathroom once I was finished brushing my teeth. While I was grateful for how Chloe had put me at ease, I wasn’t keen on following her example. The packaging still labeled my pull-ups as nighttime underwear, and under what I was wearing was where I intended to keep them. I returned to sitting on my bed, not quite sure of what else to do before it was time for the lights to go out. I kept reaching down to tug at my shirt after spotting the pull-up waistband peeking out ever so slightly from my shorts. Lily, Chloe, and Maya were all veterans of the camp and seemed to have their own little clique. Isabell was in the corner, talking quietly with her phone pressed up against her ear. Haile and Olivia, who, like Hannah and I, had gotten paired on the same team together, were chatting on the other side of the room as they were braiding their hair. I missed Emma and Angie. I missed my parents. I could almost bring myself to admit that I missed my older sister, Grace, and my younger brother, Jackson. I grabbed my phone from my backpack and unlocked it, though I just stared at the home screen, flicking it back and forth and back and forth with my thumb. I was so absorbed in thoughts of home that I didn’t notice Chloe until she had already plopped down next to me on the bed. At least this time, I didn’t jump in surprise. “You doing OK?” “Fine.” A one-word response that was both widely inaccurate and somewhat befitting my current mood. “Yeah,” Choe said. “I shouldn’t have said that you shouldn’t feel embarrassed earlier. I mean, that really isn’t true ’cause that kind of is a normal feeling, especially with bedwetting.” “I guess.” There wasn’t any need for me to fake embarrassment, even if the sources and reasons for it were something that there was no way anyone would suspect. “Your first time spending the night away from home?” “No, I’ve had sleepovers before.” I tugged down at my shirt again, just in case. “I’m guessing they went better than this has.” “Yeah.” I managed to stop my hands before they reached down for my shirt once again. The conversation shifted to soccer and what types of things I could expect the rest of the week. While I appreciated the advice, it was hard to focus on it. Chloe was sitting so close to me that it was uncomfortable looking her in the eye, but looking down at my lap meant her pull-up would be clearly visible, which wasn’t much of a better option. I tried to rack my brain about where she could have gotten it. The only other ads I’d ever encountered had been ones for ugly, old-people diapers, and those didn’t hold any appeal to me or bear any resemblance to what Chloe had on. Aside from Chloe, if I hadn’t known that any of the other remaining girls were bedwetters, I might have missed the subtle indications that they were also wearing protection underneath their pajamas. Chloe was saying something about Maya, but the words went in one ear and out the other as I watched Hannah return to her bed. The nightgown Hannah was wearing, which had a large picture of Hedwig on the front, came down to Hannah’s knees. That didn’t make the diaper any less obvious. An audible crinkle emanated from her direction any time she moved. She was humming a tune from a soundtrack to one of the Harry Potter movies, not the theme song, but a more obscure one that I still was able to recognize as being from the sixth movie. Amy was out of the bathroom a few seconds later. “Have we finished getting ready for bed?” she asked once she was at her bunk near the front door. That was answered by a few murmurs of yes and a loud “not yet” from Chloe, who was still sitting on my bed. The lights went out without warning, leaving the cabin brightly lit up by the several phones that were still in use. “Really,” Chloe said in annoyance as she stood up and crossed the room to her bed. “If your phones aren’t off in three seconds, I’m confiscating them until morning,” Amy yelled from her bunk near the door. That threat resulted in prompt obedience to her request, and a few seconds later, everything was dark. Now what? I stared up at the ceiling as I listened to the sounds of the cabin. A few of the girls were shifting around in bed, adjusting pillows, or otherwise attempting to get comfortable. The bed crinkled under my weight as I rolled over onto my back. The sound was firmer than the soft crinkling like my pull-up made, or even the almost crackling noise that had come from Hannah’s diapers. I slid my hand to the edge of the mattress and reached my hand beneath the sheets. There wasn’t a mattress protector. But that didn’t matter. The whole mattress was covered in soft but slightly plasticky material that I assumed was incredibly waterproof. That made sense. I knew full well how much of a pain it was to deal with a wet mattress. I stared up at the dark ceiling as I tried to consider what I had going for me with my plan to keep the bedwetting secret once I was home from camp. It was clear that Emma didn’t exactly like spending a lot of time with her cousin. They weren’t close at all, and even with Hannah now nearby, it wasn’t likely that they would be confiding secrets to each other. I counted how many sleepovers I had gone to with Emma and Angie before realizing that it was well over forty of them. We’d gotten dressed into our pajamas around each other countless times. They knew I didn’t wear pull-ups to bed. And not once had any of us ever wet the bed during any of the sleepovers. The plan was clear. Make sure Hannah viewed me as a friend. Get her to promise to keep my secret, perhaps by figuring out something I could do in exchange for her. All the while, I could continue my bedwetting, confident that even if Hannah were to say anything to my friends, there would be no way they would actually believe it. It felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. That wasn’t to say this was going to be easy to accomplish, but with a plan in place for all the possible outcomes, I was able to shift my attention back to my regular obsession. For so long, I had viewed the kid’s bedwetting pull-ups, which I wore, as the epitome of what I could get for myself. From my previous brief experience with Hannah’s nighttime diapers to the variety of protection I’d caught a short glimpse of from the other bedwetters in the cabin, it was obvious that there existed a whole world of diapers and pull-ups beyond the single brand that I had coveted. I wanted all of it. As attached as I was to my pull-ups because they were the first, and there was something that would probably always be special about them. I felt the sudden desperate urge to try everything else. What would the other brands of pull-ups feel like while being worn? Would they be softer, thicker, or perhaps absorbent enough that I could wet them without any fear of ever leaking? I simply had to know. And there was one product that was drawing my attention more than anything else: Hannah’s diapers. When I had held one in my hand, it had been immediately apparent that the diapers had the ability to contain so much more absorbent material than any of the pull-ups did. I’d gotten what I had wanted, only to discover that it wasn’t enough to satiate my desires. I needed more, and as I continued to dwell on that inescapable desire, a new plan began to form. But until then, I would need to make do with what I had at hand. I only needed to pee a little at the moment. But that would do. A warmth expanded in the pull-up as I let my bladder empty in a now well-practiced way. If I was going to fake being a bedwetter, I may as well get the most out of it.

Hannah certainly could use a friend, but that probably also renders her susceptive to whatever Maddy is planning. You're welcome! Glad you are enjoying it. Thanks! I'm glad you are enjoying it. Hannah will certainly be a larger part of the story going forward (she's moving to the neighborhood sometime later this summer, after all).

I'm not dismissing science. The science in fact demonstrates that there are serious issues with AI Text Detectors producing a significant amount of false positives, which renders them effectively useless as a primary means of grading, especially in an academic context when they are being used to accuse a student of cheating. Evaluating the efficacy of AI content detection tools in differentiating between human and AI-generated text | International Journal for Educational Integrity | Full Text (biomedcentral.com) Secondly, there are models that state that they detect how much of a work is AI generated. This is from the Grammarly AI detector, which I have used before: AI Detector by Grammarly This is why we have professors reacting the way that they do. Because there are in fact models claiming 20 percent of some poor student's essay was AI generated. I fully agree. I've seen stories posted here and elsewhere, where it was clear that a large portion (if not all) was AI generated. And this is why I think AI writing can be policed academically without the need for AI detection models being used as anything other than a starting point. AI writing is poor quality for anything other than surface level observations of a topic. If a professor is consistently giving good grades to AI written content, there's a problem with their grading method. The better solution is to fail a potential AI written essay on its actual merits. Give it a bad grade because it is deserving of a bad grade because it is poor writing, rather than going into the nebulous territory of trying to determine if it was bad because the student used AI or because the student just did a poor job of writing. If this happens again, the best solution is to show them the revision history of your document if the writing app you used, such as Word or Google Docs, has it. This will demonstrate that you actually wrote and revised the essay and didn't just copy and paste from ChatGTP. It's not perfect, but it is one way to demonstrate that you actually wrote what you claimed you wrote.

AI writing detectors are basically junk science. If it is saying 45 percent, it is saying 45 percent of it is AI generated, not a 45 percent chance that it was, which of course is utter nonsense. I've come across a lot of stories about college students being falsely accused of using AI for essays and being threatened with being kicked out of a class or expelled, and being forced to basically show their word doc revision history as proof that the writing was their own. There are a lot of not so bright professors who think that the AI detectors are instant proof that a student must have cheated. On the other hand, AI writing is fairly easy to spot just through reading once you've played around with generating stories on your own. Unless you are heavily modifying the prompt generation process to try to get a certain style, writing from ChatGPT has a rather distinctive, but formulaic flavor to it that does tend to stand out, with certain uncommon words that it often overuses. https://medium.com/learning-data/words-and-phrases-that-make-it-obvious-you-used-chatgpt-2ba374033ac6 If I had to guess about what an AI writing detector would be looking for, it probably is looking for overlap with things like what is listed in that article.

Thanks for all the comments. I'm admittedly a bit amused by the discussion on how many bedwetters should statistically be at a camp for it to be realistic. But more on that later. That would certainly be ideal, probably both for Maddy and Hannah. We'll have to see if Maddy is able to recognize that though. Yep, Maddy certainly shouldn't be treating Hannah that way, but it is understandable why. Nope, that was something I definitely wanted to make clear in that chapter. Yeah, in my first story, I tried to actually have everything line-up in-universe with a calendar. Then I realized no one was really paying that close attention (I threw in an extra week or two between Thankgiving and Christmas, for example). Unless it is critical to the plot, I think it's OK to be loose with some timing of events. Appreciate your comment. A few things: The main reason for the camp setting is that I very much needed to have Maddy spend time alone with Hannah without any of their friends/family present and for Maddy to be in a situation where it would be completely impossible for her to avoid having Hannah discover her bedwetting. Going to camp together made the most sense for that, which is why I made sure to showcase Hannah's interest in soccer as well when Maddy first met her. As far as realism goes, I view realism as a question of whether something is feasibly possible, not whether it is the most likely scenario. After all, most people don't wear diapers in the first place (whether because of medical conditions or a desire to do so). As for the number of bedwetters at a camp... Assuming that 1-2 percent of girls her age are bedwetters (which is the range that seems to come up most when I look up the stats for that age), 8 bedwetters out of a camp of several hundred girls is statistically likely. Variance and small sample sizes are something that has to be taken into consideration for stats. If 2 percent of girls that age are bedwetters and you have 300 kids, 6 bedwetters is the average number that would be expected, but in taking to account the variance you would see in that small of a smaple size, it wouldn't be statistically unlikely to have anywhere from 0 to 12 bedwetters at Maddy's camp. Both four bedwetters and eight bedwetters would be completely reasonable amounts of bedwetters in a sample size of 300 girls assuming 2 percent are bedwetters. Lastly, we'll probably be spending another three chapters at camp, not 20. I could probably find a way to write twenty, but that wouldn't be good pacing for a story isn't even halfway done yet. Three more will cover the main things that need to happen between Maddy and Hannah before they both return home. For sure, the very premise of a character wearing diapers (either by choice or a medical condition) is inherently unlikely, that doesn't mean that you can't write a realistic story working out of those circumstances though. Like I mentioned above, the different between four and eight isn't statistically significant. Is it perhaps less likely? Maybe, but it would be well with the expected range given the percent of kids that age that wet the bed. As for being in the same cabin, I'll admit that my first overnight camp experience was when I was 17 (and I never was a bedwetter). But I don't think it is unreasonable to assume that a camp could inquire about whether the campers wet the bed and that a camp might then group them together to avoid bullying. For me the question isn't: Is this how most camps operate, but is it unreasonable to envision a camp that is behaving like the one Maddy is in? For me, the answer that is no. Yep, regardless of the exact number of girls and the exact percent who wet the bed at the age, a small fraction of them being bedwetters would be expected. Now, if I had a cabin of 40+ bedwetters, that would probably be stretching things too far in my mind, unless it was specifically a camp geared toweard bedwetters. (and though that is probably a thing that actually exists in real life, that is probably too much of an ABDL trope for me to want to dig into). That's a good question and something we'll get an answer to in later chapters.

A quick announcement: I've changed my username from MinnesotaWriter to AB_DeLane. A.B. DeLane is the pen name I use for my books on Amazon, and, as it's what I'm using every else I post, I figured it made sense to finally get it updated her as well. Chapter 41: Of Course There was no way this was actually happening to me. I stood, frozen in place, my mouth slightly ajar as I watched all of my carefully laid plans tumble to the ground like I had just pulled the wrong piece out of a Jenga tower. Three long, painful years of longing. Months of careful planning. All the humiliation and embarrassment I’d allowed myself to endure to get to the point of having pull-ups of my own. All of it completely unraveled because, of course, I had to run into Hannah again at the worst possible moment. There was a look of recognition in Hannah’s eyes that signaled something far more than just recognizing a friend of her cousin that she had met once before. She knew. She knew exactly what this cabin was for. She knew why she had been assigned to it. She knew why every other girl in the room was here rather than in any of the dozens of other cabins in these campgrounds. Hannah knew that I was a bedwetter. My mouth felt dry as her eyes flicked down to my bag, then back up. She probably even knew that there was more than regular underwear tucked away inside my duffle bag. My mind raced through all the possible excuses I could make for myself. What if I pretended that I must have been assigned to the wrong cabin? I could deny being a bedwetter and just keep the pull-ups out of sight all week long. But that wouldn’t do. I had to imagine that this news would find a way of getting back to my parents. I couldn’t see any way of talking myself out of that situation. “Oh, my goodness. Maddy!” Hannah raced across the cabin to me, and without asking any permission, she flung her arms around me in a big hug. I responded by giving her a tentative pat on the back before slithering out of her grasp and taking a step backward. As I gave myself a tiny bit of breathing room from Hannah, whose face was still beaming with excitement, I caught a brief flash of purple sticking out of the top of her shorts before her shirt shifted back down again. The three other girls who had arrived before me, who hadn’t paid much attention when I had first entered the cabin, were all looking up and staring at us now. The only person who didn’t seem to care was the counselor, Amy, who was staring disinterestedly at her cell phone as she waited by the door for the remaining campers to arrive. “Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.” The girl closest to us had stood up from where she was seated on a bed on the other side of the room. Both of her hands were clasped across her face. She looked back and forth between Maddy and me, her long French braid waving rapidly from side to side. “Like, you guys know each other? From, like, outside of camp?” “Yes!” Hannah exclaimed a little too loudly. Know was a bit strong of a word for me and Hannah, in my opinion. I’d only met her a couple times, and only because she was a cousin of one of my friends. The girl looked back and forth between us again. “And you both know what this cabin is for, right?” I looked down at my feet. “It’s for soccer players,” Hannah ventured. The girl just started laughing. “Like, you guys seriously didn’t know about each other before this?” I remembered that I wasn’t actually supposed to know that Hannah was a bedwetter. I’d caught a glimpse of the pull-ups she wore during the day – the same as the ones I wore at night – when Hannah had come with me and my friends to the park. Her cousin, Emma, had then explained to me about how Hannah still wasn’t fully toilet trained – a fact she attributed to her cousin’s autism. It was only later that I noticed the diaper in the garbage at Emma’s place. I then discovered the plain white diapers that Hannah wore to bed each night when I discreetly rummaged through her suitcase. I looked up at Hannah. The confused expression on her face made me wonder how much she actually understood about the situation. Clap. Clap. Clap. I turned to look at the corner, where another girl was slowly clapping her hands together. “It’s because we all still piss the bed at night. Yippy Ki Yay,” the girl said sarcastically as she let the clapping come to a stop. “And now you know.” “Oh, shut up, Maya,” said the girl on the bed next to her. “You’re only mad because you lost the bet we made that you wouldn’t be back in this cabin again.” “I’m not doing it,” Maya said as she crossed her arms. Our counselor finally chimed in, though she didn’t even look up from her phone. “I seem to recall you making a pretty big deal about it last time.” “I don’t even care about pissing the bed. I was just hoping I’d be rid of you this year,” Maya retorted. “Well,” the counselor said, “judging by what I saw you unpack, I’d say you are still very much out of luck. Stuck with me for one more week.” “So what,” Maya said. “I get to graduate from this cabin at least, unlike you.” I was so caught up in the feud – I wondered what the terms of that bet had been – that I nearly forgot about Hannah for a few seconds. I turned to face Hannah again. Her eyes were wider than I thought was humanly possible. “You... wear diapers?” Hannah whispered, her eyes wide, voice trembling with awe. “Pull-ups,” I said tartly. “They are pull-ups, not diapers.” I paused, wanting to make the distinction between myself and Hannah clear. “And I only wear them at night.” “Aww, is someone embarrassed?” the girl who had won the bet with Maya said. She had gotten up from her spot in the corner and walked up to Hannah and me. I just glared at her. “Chill,” she said. “I’m just teasing. We’re in the same boat, after all.” “Boat?” Hannah asked. “This is a cabin.” I grit my teeth together. The thought of spending an entire week trapped in this cabin with Hannah twisted my stomach into knots. The girl rolled her eyes. “The camp doesn’t know what to do with us bedwetters, so they just toss us together in one cabin for the week. “Oh,” Hannah said. “I’m Chloe, by the way,” she said. “You guys all wet the bed at night? And you wear diapers?” Hannah blurted out before I had a chance to introduce myself. My face burned again at her insistence on referring to pull-ups as diapers. I was really ready for the topic to be dropped until tonight. I was not nearly as prepared as I thought I was to be talking about bedwetting amid a bunch of strangers, especially now that I had to be much more careful about my answers with Hannah around. “Duh,” Chloe said. “It would be kind of weird if I was assigned to this cabin and didn’t wear them.” “I wear them during the day, too,” Hannah said excitedly. Chloe raised her eyebrows at Hannah’s sudden, unprompted confession, but Hannah continued on, completely oblivious. “Do you wear them... like... during the day, too?” Hannah asked, her voice rising at the end as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No,” Chloe replied, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Wait, you seriously do?” “Yeah,” Hannah said. “Sometimes I don’t notice that I need to go to the bathroom.” “Ok, yeah, that’s…” Chloe’s voice trailed off into an awkward silence. I realized belatedly that I probably was supposed to appear surprised by this revelation as well. Hannah didn’t know that I had gotten a glimpse of the pull-up under her shorts that other day or that her own cousin had spilled the tea on her condition. I made a show of looking down at Hannah’s waist and back up at her. “Wait, for real?” “How did you not know about each other?” the girl with the French braid asked, joining back in on the conversation. “We’ve only met a couple of times, actually,” I said, rushing to answer the question before Hannah could. “She’s a cousin of one of my friends.” “I see,” the girl said. “I’m Hailey.” “Maddy,” I said. Hailey looked expectantly at Hannah for a few seconds. “And you are?” “Hannah.” <><><> What followed were a bunch of introductions as I desperately tried to steer the topic of conversation to anything other than diapers. Maya and Chloe, who had lost the bet, were both entering eighth grade like me. This was Maya’s third year at the camp, while it was Chloe’s second. I tried to ask what it was that Maya had to do since she lost the bet, but she only scowled and refused to answer me while Chloe was reduced to giggling excitedly. When Chloe finally managed to stop laughing, she assured me that I would find out by the end of the week. Hailey, a soon-to-be sixth grader who was tall and skinny for her age, was a first-timer like Hannah and me. What annoyed me was that I couldn’t seem to shake Hannah. She followed me everywhere around the cabin, standing at the edge of every conversation I was having, hovering just off to the side of me. It was like she couldn’t stop talking about it — every conversation with Hannah circled back to the same embarrassing question. “Are you a bedwetter too?” It was as if she had no sense of discretion, no understanding of how horrifying it was to hear that question aloud, especially in front of others. Each time she said it, my body tensed, a fresh wave of embarrassment coursing through me, my cringe almost painful as I braced myself each time. What ended up saving me was her noticing that Hailey had a Gryffindor pin on her backpack. I slipped back to my bed as soon as Hannah started chatting away about Harry Potter, leaving Hailey stuck in that rather one-sided conversation. I knew I would need to unpack my stuff eventually, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. I suddenly felt rather self-conscious about my pull-ups, but not for the normal reasons a bedwetter might feel that way. I stared at my duffle bag, the childish designs on my pull-ups swimming in my mind. They were cute... but not in a good way. Not in the way I needed them to be. Compared to the plain white diapers Hannah wore at night, mine looked like they belonged in a daycare. What if everyone else had something like hers? Something neutral, something that didn’t scream that I’m still a kid. I took a deep breath as I pulled out my phone and sat on the bed I had claimed. I wasn’t really planning on doing anything on the mobile device. I just wanted to look busy enough to not be bothered while I collected my thoughts. I hadn’t counted on running into anyone I knew. I had pondered the then worst-case scenario of meeting another girl I had played with or against in years past in the bedwetter cabin, but I had figured my secret would be safe under those circumstances. After all, we both would be mutually motivated to keep silent. But Hannah? How could I possibly be expected to entrust a secret of this magnitude to her? Was she even smart enough to do so? Besides, both my friends were already aware of Hannah’s need for diapers at night. I couldn’t use that leverage to keep her quiet. There was one factor going in my favor. I was fortunate that I had met Hannah earlier this summer. If camp had been our first meeting, and I hadn’t realized she was Emma’s cousin until later on, that would have put me in an even more precarious position. I shuddered at the thought of that scenario. All my worries about how I would handle being around a bunch of other bedwetters seemed miniscule in comparison to the question of how I would handle things when Hannah’s family moved into my neighborhood. What would Hannah say about me? Would she be willing to keep my secret? And even if she was willing to do so, could I trust her not to accidentally let it slip? The remaining three campers arrived in the next fifteen minutes, with Isabell, Olivia, and Lily bringing the group of bedwetting campers to eight. Like Hanah and myself, Isabell and Olivia were both first-timers at the camp. Neither appeared to be surprised to have been placed in Cabin B, as Amy kept referring it to when she checked the new arrivals off of her list. The last arrival at our cabin, Lily, like Maya and Chloe, had been coming for three straight years. I watched as Olivia unpacked her suitcase full of clothes by unzipping it and unceremoniously dumping all the contents out on top of her bed before stuffing them haphazardly into the dresser. I tried to avoid staring as Olivia rummaged through the pile of clothes on her bed. I was sitting on my own bed, pretending to be distracted by my phone while actually attempting to get a glimpse at what sort of nighttime protection Olivia might have brought with her. My eyes gravitated to Olivia’s bed as she unpacked, my breath catching when I glimpsed something white and crinkly in her pile of clothes. I strained to see more, my heart thudding in my chest, but Olivia shifted, blocking my view. Was that... another diaper? Or pull-ups like mine? My curiosity buzzed, but I forced myself to look away, acting nonchalant, even as my stomach churned with nerves. From outside, I caught a few words of some announcement that was playing on the loudspeaker. “Alright, everyone,” Amy said. “We can finish unpacking later. We’ve got orientation, dinner, and some games to play.” Amy looked over at Hannah. “Make sure to grab anything you need since we won’t be back until it’s time to get ready for bed.” I tucked my phone in my backpack after getting up from the bed. This pair of shorts didn’t have any pockets, and I didn’t think I’d need it for anything. No sooner had I done that then Hannah was right back beside me. She was wearing a small drawstring athletic bag on her back and was holding her noise-reducing headphones in one hand. Everyone else was out the door when Hannah turned and asked me a question. “We’re friends, right?” Hannah asked, her voice small, her hands fumbling awkwardly with her noise-reducing earmuffs. For a moment, I hesitated, forcing my lips into what I hoped was a sincere smile. The beginnings of a new plan were forming in the back of my head, a way in which I might actually manage to salvage this situation. My secret had to be kept, and I was willing to do anything to keep it. Even if that meant having to pretend to Hannah that I was her friend. “Of course.” --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Hi, would like to request a username change. Would like to have my username changed to: AB_DeLane That matches my Amazon pen name, which I have as my username everywhere else that I post. Thanks!

I've never personally been through the process of any of those diagnoses or getting an IEP. I am wanting to have it be portrayed in a way that is realistic, though I'm probably going to be playing a little fast and loose with the timing of how long it happens, just so that things are lining up with other aspects of the plot. I'll just say we haven't seen an end of Maddy's therapy sessions. I think Maddy understands that the therapy is mostly tied to the grades. Therapy was first brought up when her parents had that intervention with her when her final grades for the year came in. From the therapist's perspective, bedwetting would be more of an issue if it appeared to be having more of a psychological impact on Maddy, but with the family history and the fact that Maddy is showing a probably normal level of embarrassment about the topic, it isn't as much of a concern as the ADHD diagnosis which is something that is impacting her daily life. I'll just say that I did my homework with the outline for the story. As intended Thanks, I think we will be spending a while at camp. There's just a lot that needs to happen there, and I think it may take more than three chapters to fit it all in in a reasonable way.