MinnesotaWriter

Yeah, it worked with posting the stories simultaneously, but didn't make sense with how they were being posted otherwise. Yeah, I'm leaving the version here as is, just changed how I posted the story elsewhere since it would work better like that. Thanks, as the end of the sleepover noted, we're going to have a focus on potty training for a little while. Though that may not be the only thing that comes up. Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Sarah hasn't quite pieced together that the fall and her continence issues are related. Apart from that, the way her mom has overreacted to her accidents has Sarah in a state where she doesn't want to bring anything up, because then she has to deal with mentioning all the times she's been hiding things and lying to her mom, and deal with whatever crazy consequences would come from that.

Nope, that was taken. https://www.wattpad.com/user/MinnesotaABDLWriter

I think so. I'm glad I don't go shopping on Black Friday very often. Except when it gets cold after a well. Oh yeah, Sarah is wearing a regular adult diaper (same ones she wears to bed.) For Diapers Never Lie, mostly just catching random grammar/punctuation errors while reposting. Also tossed the name-switch thing and just stuck with Lisa throughout.

Writing more than I intended to is a blessing and a curse. This story was supposed to be about 25 chapters long. I'll be happy if I can end it in before chapter 70 right now. I've gotten better as I've gone along with estimating the potential word count from different scenes. And yes, it is nice to work on multiple things at a time, especially when one is a serialized story like this, and the other is a book I'm trying to get completely finished before publishing. The one downside is that editing a 60,000-word book all at once is a painfully long task. But having a week off of work is helping to get that wrapped up. Should be able to finish and share that project soon. Thanks, I was recently re-reading Diapers Never Lie while reposting it on Wattpad. Have been making a few minor edits while posting it over there. It's always strange reading something that you wrote a long time back. Chapter 49: Black Friday For the first time in a while, I awoke to my alarm clock, which I shut off before it could wake my sister or mom. The blue dashes on the clock interface indicated it was four in the morning. I wasn’t sure why I had agreed to go Black Friday shopping with my friends. I was exhausted despite taking a shower and going to bed two hours earlier than normal last night. Ever since my bedwetting had restarted, my morning routine had been Mom waking me up to change me out of my inevitably wet diaper. Her hand rubbing my back or shoulder had been my alarm clock. Not this morning. Mom had me set my alarm clock before going to bed, so I could be up on time for when my friends were over to pick me up. I didn’t think this was an act of charity on Mom’s part. She probably just didn’t want to be forced to get out of bed this early in the morning. I looked over at the crib. Emilia appeared sound asleep beneath her blankets. I didn’t understand how she had managed to stop bedwetting at her age with how deeply she slept. I also didn’t hear any sounds coming from outside the bedroom in the hallway. I likely hadn’t woken Mom up either. I removed my pajama shorts to reveal a soaked diaper. That was no surprise. Despite my attempts to limit my liquids in the evening, my bedwetting continued without any changes. The diaper and a half-dozen wet wipes made their way to the trash as I cleaned myself up. That left me with an important decision to make. One that needed to happen soon, as Samantha’s mom was supposed to pick me up in about ten minutes. I remembered how bad the lines had been at the mall when we had gone shopping on Black Friday last year. Like our plans for this morning, we had arrived a couple hours before the opening in order to secure good spots at the front of the line. Even back then, before my bladder problems had begun, it was a difficult wait. A realistic assessment of my current condition was that there was no way I was going to survive the line without needing to pee at least once, if not several times. Earlier this week, I had taken Lisa’s advice when I went to restock on pull-ups. I grabbed two packages of the ones I had tried that evening at the sleepover, getting some in both the peach and black designs, though I made sure to bike to a different store so as not to run into Claire again. The soft pull-ups were more absorbent than the kid’s ones I had worn for bedwetting, but I still didn’t have the confidence in them yet to push their limits with how long we’d be waiting in line. The amount of absorbency I needed was something only a diaper could provide. And conveniently for me, there were dozens of diapers stacked in my closet. The only question was whether Mom would notice any of them missing. I figured taking a single diaper could be done without her noticing. I didn’t think she was keeping track of them that closely. The worst-case scenario would be having to make up a story about how I broke her rules and changed myself at night. I’d get punished for that, but it seemed a reasonable risk to take. I had to be certain that Emilia wasn’t going to tattle on me for taking the diaper. I walked over to the crib, not quietly, but not intentionally making noise either, and gave her a couple of gentle nudges. My three-year-old sister didn’t respond at all, further proof that she was completely out of it. The next question was what I was going to wear with the diaper. I needed something that would both conceal the outline of the diaper and cover up any crinkling sounds. None of my jeans were likely to fit over it, and I didn’t have any dresses I felt like wearing to the mall. That left leggings as an option, though I would need to figure out how to hide the outline of the diaper so that nothing would show through the leggings. I grabbed a diaper and clothes and walked over to the bathroom. Despite my belief that Mom was asleep, dressing somewhere where I could be behind a locked door was important to avoid any mishaps should Mom have been woken up by the alarm and decided to check in on me. I initially tried to put the diaper on while standing up, but couldn’t get that to work, so I had to lie down on the cold tile floor of the bathroom while securing the diaper around my waist. I folded the top of the diaper down so that it stayed beneath the waistband of my leggings. After that, I pulled on a skirt that came nearly to my knees, followed by a t-shirt and a lengthy jacket. Not my normal look, but the diaper was as obscured as much as could be possible. I didn’t plan on wearing the diaper the whole day, just for the initial wait to get into the mall. I brought along a mini backpack with wipes and a trio of pull-ups. I really shouldn’t have to use that many, but it was better to be safe than to have to hope I could borrow extras from Lisa. Samantha’s mom pulled up into the driveway in her mini-van a few minutes after I had finished getting ready to go. I shut the door softly behind me as I went out to the driver. I was the last to be picked up before heading to the mall. Samantha and Desi were in the middle row. I joined Lisa in the back. Lisa was wearing one of her usual ankle-length dresses that she wore to school. No surprises there. I was certain she also was wearing a diaper to avoid the stress of the long lines we’d be dealing with this morning. Not much was said on the drive to the mall. I was probably the most awake of the four of us, and I didn’t exactly feel ready to be out and about at this time in the morning. I was extra thankful to be wearing a diaper when Samantha’s mom pulled through a Starbucks on the way to let us order some coffee. Samantha and I ordered iced coffees, while Lisa and Desi took theirs warm. I managed to at least show some restraint by ordering a small coffee, but I was the only one to do that. We weren’t the first ones at the mall by any means, but the line outside was still pretty short. I’m not sure whether it was the caffeine, the cold morning air, or the chance to stretch our legs, but we all seemed a bit more awake and alert by the time we were standing in line. There were only a hundred or so people in front of us. Samantha and Desi were both bundled up as well. Desi was wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie, while Samantha had on loose-fitting sweatpants and a sweater. With school out for the week, we hadn’t had a chance to talk in person about the past weekend. The topic had been completely avoided in our group texting thread. With Samantha’s mom dropping us off right by the line at the entrance to the mall, there wasn’t much time to chat privately before we were in line. In about an hour, the main entrance to the mall would open, and then we’d be able to get inside out of the cold waiting in front of the individual stores we wanted to shop at before they opened for the day. That meant splitting up and then meeting back in the main concourse once we were through with our initial purchases. Then we could grab some snacks and browse around to see if anything else came to mind to purchase. Lisa had a long list of video games that were on sale that she wanted to grab. Samantha and Desi planned to hit up a few beauty stores. There wasn’t much that I wanted to get this year. I had a little extra money set aside. I had my eye on a fancy gaming mouse similar to the one Lisa used. It was half off today, though I still wasn’t sure that justified getting up this early to make the purchase. I was beginning to regret my cold coffee as we stood outside in the chilly weather. I hastily finished the drink off so I could toss the cup into a garbage bin and begin to warm up my fingers inside my jacket pockets. About fifteen minutes into the wait, I began to sense the urge to pee. I checked my phone. It was now about fifty minutes since I had last used the toilet. Even if I hadn’t had a diaper on, there weren’t any toilets available yet that I could have gone off to. Ever since the sleepover at Lisa’s place, I had been going through all the potty-training advice she had given me. I’d downloaded a potty-training app on my phone to keep track of how frequently I was going to the toilet. The numbers were far worse than I realized they would be. Over the past four days, all of which I had been home from school for Thanksgiving break, I had averaged going to the toilet just under seventeen times a day, or less than an hour between each time I needed to pee. Those averages didn’t include the three times I had accidentally wet my pull-up. Once when I was at the grocery store with Mom, a second time was when I had been caught in the middle of a long Fortnite match, and a third had been when I was so distracted by a TV show that I hadn’t even noticed I’d wet my pull-up right away. Lisa’s stats were better than mine in the past week. She was going to the bathroom a little less frequently than me, meaning she was able to hold her urine in longer. And she had only experienced one accident, that she also blamed on playing Fortnite. The real test was going to be when we were back in school on Monday. Lisa’s biggest bit of advice for me was to make sure that I was staying extra hydrated. She explained that being dehydrated could irritate the bladder, causing you to need to pee more even if you didn’t have to release more than a trickle. Drinking a lot of water avoided that problem while also giving more opportunities for me to work on holding my bladder for longer periods of time. The challenge for me was that I had to balance my effort to hold my bladder in longer with needing to take care that Mom didn’t catch me doing a potty dance or, worse, have a pull-up leak on me because I’d held my bladder to the point where it was too full for a pull-up to completely absorb. She emphasized the need to practice holding my bladder in for longer periods of time. Going too frequently out of an abundance of caution could result in training my bladder to only hold smaller amounts of urine. That last piece of advice annoyed me. But it was Mom I was mad with, not Lisa. I thought back to how I had been using the potty watch with the thirty-minute intervals where I would be required to sit on the toilet. Yes, it had been effective in helping me avoid accidents, but had that method also been exacerbating my continence issues? Besides that, I was doing the Kegel exercises as frequently as I had an opportunity to do so. I avoided doing them around Mom. Not so much out of embarrassment as for not wanting to give her any hint that my daytime toileting issues hadn’t been resolved like she thought they had. The pressure on my bladder wasn’t lessening as the line began to fill in behind us. I checked my phone again. Another five minutes had passed. If I waited another five minutes, I could note down that I’d gone an hour between being, which would be an improvement from the past few days. With the wind picking up, the four of us huddled in a circle together. I got a closer look at Samantha’s pants. “You know,” Samantha said. “I saw something on TV a while back about people who go to Times Square for New Year’s Eve. Apparently, there aren’t any public bathrooms, so they have to either hold it for twelve hours or wear diapers.” “That’s got to just be an urban legend,” Desi said. “No, it’s really a thing,” Lisa said. “And it sounds like a really good strategy to get a UTI.” Maybe I was simply imagining things, but the faint outline of a diaper appeared to be visible beneath her sweatpants. That was brave of her to pull off wearing a diaper around her mom. There were too many people around us to ask now. I would have to wait till later. It made sense that she would see this as another opportunity to wear a diaper. I wondered if bringing up the topic of Times Square was a way of admitting what she had on beneath her pants. The next three hundred seconds dragged by slowly, but I made it. The way the diaper warmed up as I peed into it felt incredibly good in the cold, as if I had stuck one of those hand-warming packets right into my pants. I pretended to be staring at my phone as let my bladder release. Just because all my friends were now aware of my incontinence issues, that didn’t mean they needed to be privy to every single time I had an accident. That comforting warmness sustained me for a while. Then a mall employee using a bullhorn announced that the gates were opening, and the mad dash to get inside the mall began.

That could be the case. It's going to be hard for Sarah to keep track of all the things she's been less than truthfull about. I think Samantha is probably decently knowledgeable, considering what she was able to get her hands on for her Halloween baby costume. The next few chapters will be focusing on how all those relationships play out once the shock/surprise of those revelations has passed. You're welcome! I think it's safe to say Desi isn't going that route, especially with how adamant she's been about not wanting to change diapers. We're getting close to an ending. If things go the way I'm hoping, I should have this wrapped up around the end of the year. Basically, have one smaller story arc to go through (which, as the end of the last chapter hints, will be about potty training), and then we have the final act, which will be a lot of fun. I've got another project I'm working on wrapping up before sharing, but once that is done in a couple of weeks, should have more frequent chapters for this story.

Thanks I've been trying to work up to having Lisa be more assertive. I think having both Sarah and Samantha be more vulnerable with their diaper secrets being revealed helps make that dynamic work better because there is suddenly something that Lisa is the expert in.

Chapter 48: Lisa’s Sleepover Part 4: The Walk The first ten minutes of the walk had been conducted mostly in silence, except for Lisa giving directions about which forks in the path to take. The events of the past twelve hours had been so rapid-fire that I was still contemplating all of its implications. We were forced to walk single file as the path narrowed, I had ended up at the back of the group, with Samantha directly in front of me. I suppose that someone who had never met Samantha before might not have realized she had a diaper on, but it was completely obvious to me. Her jumper wasn’t exactly loose fitting, and it hugged tightly around the outline of the diaper padding. It felt like everything I had known about Samantha had been thrown into doubt. Her secret life as a baby was in total contrast to how she otherwise carried herself. And now here she was, completely demure, sucking on a pacifier as we walked along the trail. We had become friends on the very first day of kindergarten. Was the person I’d known in the decade since merely a façade, a cover for the Samantha I was seeing now? If I had discovered Samantha’s secret a year ago? How would I have reacted? I realized to my shame that my reaction then probably wouldn’t have been kind. I hadn’t known what it was like to be different. I hadn’t known what it was like to need to keep an embarrassing aspect of myself hidden away, out of fear of what might happen should it be discovered. But I knew better now, so I could act better. I decided that I didn’t care that she wanted to wear diapers. It didn’t make a single bit of sense to me, but it wasn’t hurting anyone else. However, I was still trying to work out Lisa’s 180-degree flip on Samantha. Lisa had been so adamant about her feelings on the issue with me last week, and that had been on full display in her initial reaction to catching Samantha attempting to take her diapers. What was it that they had discussed when they had been in the bedroom together? Whatever it was, it had resulted in Samantha not only wearing a diaper but using a pacifier and sippy cup as well, and Samantha till had the pacifier in her mouth this far into the hike. Lisa had appeared properly chastised by Samantha’s outburst about how her own diaper desires were something out of her control. Perhaps that new perspective resonated with Lisa and her own challenges with parts of her life that she had no say over. Or was there something else that was going on? The dirt trail wound its way downhill through a sparse forest. I wasn’t sure what the point of this adventure was, but it was Lisa’s sleepover after all, so I didn’t mind deferring to her for what activities we were to do. I was incredibly grateful for how thorough Lisa had been with the baby powder when she changed me. I would have been at serious risk of some thigh chaffing otherwise. What I was beginning to regret was how careless I had been with the amount of orange juice I had drunk for breakfast. Had I perhaps put too much trust in the performance of this new pull-up Lisa had insisted on having me try? I could try waiting longer, but I wasn’t going to risk a leaky pull-up in front of my friends. I wasn’t going to be able to pee while walking. I stopped and bent down, pretending like I just needed to ret-tie my shoelaces. I motioned for Samantha to go on ahead, saying I’d catch up in a second. I bent down on one knee and fiddled with the laces on the shoe in front of me. Getting my bladder to release now that I had come to a stop wasn’t difficult. The problem was that once I started peeing, I just kept going and going without any ability to stop. That could be a problem. I was frozen in place, sure I was about to feel urine running down the inside of my thighs as the pull-up overflowed. That would have been the result of this large accident in any of the previous pull-ups I had worn. But Lisa’s description of the pull-up’s absorbency had proven to be correct. It was nearly as good as a regular diaper. I could feel how much it had swollen up between my legs, but I couldn’t feel any indication of a leak. I hadn’t gone any sizable distance before in a wet pull-up, let alone one nearly as thick as a diaper. It was not a fun experience. Jogging wasn’t going to do, so I settled for speed walking instead as I slowly made my way back to the group, catching up to Samantha a minute later. Samantha paused as I caught up and tapped her on the shoulder. “What?” She said, after removing the pacifier from her mouth. “Um, I just wanted to say that I’m cool with you wanting to be a baby. Not going to judge you about it or anything.” “Really?” “Really.” “Thank you so much,” Samantha said, as she wrapped her arms around me. --- We reached our destination in another ten minutes or so, catching up to Desi and Lisa after a few minutes of uncomfortably fast walking. Maybe I was mistaken, but Samantha’s diaper appeared to be bulging out much more than before. The end of the trail brought us to the edge of a small river, with a thirty-foot-high waterfall softly roaring a short distance upstream. I could see why Lisa thought the trek out was worth it. “It’s a little cold to get in the water now, but it’s pretty great to wade into in the summer,” Lisa said. While Desi and Samantha were admiring the view, Lisa took hold of my hand and pulled me around the path, far enough to where some large bushes blocked Desi and Samantha from view. “I brought an extra pull-up if you want to get changed.” “How…” Lisa tilted her head. “You don’t normally waddle around like that.” “Is it really that obvious?” “Probably only to someone who wears diapers all the time, she said. “I brought this for you just in case.” Lisa pulled out a pull-up, wipes, and a gallon-sized disposable plastic baggie from her drawstring bag. “I’ll give you some privacy to get cleaned up,” she said, heading back toward Samantha and Desi. At least with a dress on, I only had to remove my shoes in order to change the pull-up. I hurried to swap out the wet pull-up for the dry one. Despite Lisa’s assurances that the trail was rarely used, I worried I’d give some random hiker a heart attack if they stumbled across me at the wrong time. I placed the wet pull-up and wipes into the plastic baggie and zipped it shut. I hadn’t thought about what I was going to do to dispose of it. Littering wasn’t an option, but having to carry the evidence of my accident all the way back to the house wasn’t an appealing alternative. “Hey, all done?” I literally jumped at the sound of Lisa’s voice. She had somehow managed to sneak up right behind me. “Yeah.” “Here, you can put the pull-up in my bag, and I’ll toss it once we’re home.” “Thanks.” Desi and Samantha had their cell phone out taking photos when Lisa and I rejoined them. Neither made any comment about my obvious absence or why I had taken it. “Samantha and I had a chance to talk about things for a little bit,” Lisa said, once she had everyone’s attention. “I agreed to help Samantha with getting diapers on occasion, and, if there are times when there is the privacy to treat her like a baby, I thought that would be OK to do. Let Samantha be herself around us.” Samantha stood a short ways from Lisa as she was giving that explanation, the pacifier moving rhythmically in her mouth. “And speaking of that,” Lisa said, as she placed her hand on the bottom of Samantha’s diaper. “What happened here?” “I had an accident,” Samantha said, taking the pacifier out of her mouth. Accident. Samantha was definitely using that word euphemistically. There wasn’t any reason she wouldn’t have had the bladder strength to last until the time we got back. “How are you going to?” Samantha asked, again removing her pacifier to talk. There was a reason Lisa’s bag was so full. She pulled out a rolled-up changing mat and spread it out on the sandy riverbank. “Not here, what if someone comes?” Samantha said. “Paci back in,” Lisa said, snatching the pacifier out of Samantha’s hand and placing it back into her mouth before Samantha could object. “And you can relax, basically no one uses this trail.” Lisa turned Samantha around and unzipped the back of the romper and let it slide to the ground, leaving Samanth in just a diaper and undershirt. The wet spot on the plain white was unmistakable. Samantha turned around quickly to face us, with both her hands covering the diaper, though she kept her eyes pointed toward her feet. “The sooner we start the sooner we’ll have a dry diaper on you,” Lisa said. Samantha relented and laid on the changing mat. I averted my eyes and focused on the waterfall as Lisa talked Samantha through each step of the diaper change. I was feeling a bit of second-hand embarrassment at Samantha’s situation even though I knew that this was what she had wanted. “Do you need to change at all?” Desi asked Lisa, once Lisa had helped Samantha get her jumper back on. From how Desi had looked at Samantha and me first, she was fully aware that I had changed my pull-up as well. “No, I’m used to going a while without changing,” she said. None of us had anything to say for a little while. I sensed that even though we all had said we were comfortable with all of the things that had been revealed during the sleepover, it was still going to take a while before it all felt normal. “You never mentioned earlier what doctors had to say about your condition? Do they know what is causing it?” Desi asked me out of the blue. I just wished the questions from my friends would stop. Why did they feel like they needed to know every detail? The problem was that every little bit of information I provided my friends would only lead to more questions, leading to things I had no intention of revealing to them. And I had already heavily implied to Lisa that I had dealt with bladder problems my whole life. I didn’t want to reveal that I’d misled her about the realities of my condition. A simple lie that would cut off further questions was the better option. “Doctors never really figured out why.” “But when did it start?” Desi asked. “I know I’ve seen you wearing underwear plenty of times.” “Yeah, the issue has come and gone randomly. There have been some long periods where I’d be good with wearing regular underwear, and I was absolutely terrified of anyone else finding out that secret.” Then Lisa joined in the questioning and started pressing me for specifics. She began quizzing me with the names of a whole bunch of tests and procedures and medical jargon that I had no idea about, wanting to know what it was that the doctors had tried to do to figure out the cause of my condition. “I don’t know terms for everything they did. Just tests. Like blood draws and having me pee in a cup.” I wasn’t sure that was what doctors would actually do, but it did seem like a good guess. And it appeared to satisfy Lisa for now. “My doctors think that my issues are a result of a smaller bladder and trauma from my childhood with how those accidents were handled when I was younger,” Lisa said. “They said that I should be able to get to being toilet trained, and I had made a lot of progress over the summer before school started.” “Had you gotten back to wearing underwear?” I asked. “No, not enough to ditch pull-ups, but I was getting to the point of having some days where I was staying completely dry. School was more challenging with the class schedule and having limited access to the toilet, but I was beginning to get the hang of things. And then that thing with Claire really caused me to regress a bit. I decided that it would be easier to take a break from trying to toilet train for a little bit rather than try to do it through all that added stress, but I think I’m ready to start giving toilet training a try again this next,” Lisa said. Lisa had a lot more experience trying to toilet train than I did, and if she had come close to getting it figured out once, I’m sure she could do it again. If I could follow along with her advice, perhaps we could both be able to put our daytime bladder issues behind us once and for all. “Why don’t you tell me what your plans are for working on toilet training again, and we can do it together?”

Watched the movie this evening, was very well done. Perhaps the best representation of diapers I've seen in a movie or TV series. Slight spoilers: ---- I really liked how the several diaper scenes were handled. Ada was wearing an actual standard, medical-style tape on diaper. The scenes managed to balance showing her wearing the diaper, while not lingering on it for an overly long time. It was very tastefully done. I particularly liked the scene where the boyfriend was untaping the diaper. They showed him undoing two of the tapes, and you could hear the clear sound from that. While the diapers were more a subplot than a focus of the story, it was nice to see how matter-of-factly it was included, rather than being something gimmicky or used as a cheap gag for laughs.

Thanks, you're welcome! Thanks! It certainly is. There were a lot of ways I could have had Lisa react to Samantha. Was tough to choose between them. I wouldn't read too much into the cover. I made it with AI over the course of a few hours. I would consider it more an approximation of how Sarah and her sister's room would look, rather than an exact replica. It's Sarah. This is the cover, for reference.

Chapter 47: Lisa’s Sleepover Part 3: Revelations The scene in front of me made absolutely no sense at all. Samantha was sitting on the floor next to her open backpack. From the diapers she had been holding and the ones that had been dropped on the floor, it was clear that Lisa had caught her in the act of putting them into her backpack. I was nearly one hundred percent certain that Samantha didn’t have any bedwetting or incontinence issues, and I didn’t know what else could explain why she was attempting to steal some of Lisa’s diapers. I had never seen someone’s face go as deep red as Samantha’s was right now. Lisa looked completely furious with her. Desi was the first to break the tension. “Wait, do you have issues with wetting yourself as well?” she asked. “She doesn’t,” Lisa said, before Samantha had time to give an answer. “I definitely would have noticed by now. I figured out what was up with Sarah pretty quickly.” That statement, along with the petrified look on Samantha’s face, only added to my confusion. Samantha was frozen still. She opened her mouth as if to try to say something, but then clenched it shut without uttering a word. “Seriously guys, what’s going on here?” Desi asked, looking back and forth between Samantha and Lisa. “I’ll tell you what is going on,” Lisa said, a note of derision in her voice. Lisa had been upset with me last night, and deservedly so, but her tone when addressing Samantha was entirely different. There was a venomous edge to it that I wouldn’t ever have expected her to be capable of. “There are these people who use diapers on purpose. They piss and shit themselves in diapers, not because of any medical issues, but because they get some sick enjoyment out of it. It’s disgusting, and they give people like me and Sarah, who have an actual need to wear diapers, a bad name.” I remembered what Lisa had said about people like that when we’d had a conversation about her missing diapers earlier this week. And it clicked. Samantha must have been the culprit for that theft as well. Samantha had so far remained silent in the face of Lisa’s accusations, but in addition to the look of shame and embarrassment on her face was one of defiance. “What, do you think I just woke up one random morning, rolled out of bed, and decided that being obsessed with wearing diapers and acting like a baby would be a brilliant amount of fun? I don’t know why I’m like this. It’s like this weird switch just clicked in my brain several years ago, and all the sudden I had this crazy strong fascination with wanting to wear diapers and behave like a baby.” “And you just decided to give in to being a diaper loving freak?” Lisa asked, practically shouting. “You think I want to be a freak like this? I hate myself. I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can’t get away from these thoughts. I’ll be shopping with my mom and something as simple as walking past the baby aisle makes it all come back. I spend half the time obsessed with getting my hands on diapers and the other half hating myself for this obsession. I promise you, if I had the option to choose to not be like this, I would.” Samantha took a deep breath at the end of her rant. She glared at Lisa, as if daring her to respond. I glanced over at Lisa to gauge her reaction. She looked a lot less angry than when I had first rushed into the room. Samantha’s last outburst seemed to have struck a chord with her. “I hadn’t thought about it that way before,” Lisa said, her tone now a lot milder. “I understand what it’s like to have something in your life that you don’t have any control over.” Samantha breathed a short sigh of relief. “I guess really don’t know how I feel about this now,” Lisa said. “Just give me a few minutes. I need some time alone to think.” Lisa walked out of the bedroom, leaving Desi and I, who were still standing near the door, looking down at Samantha, who hadn’t moved since the confrontation began. “And here I was thinking that there weren’t going to be any secrets more embarrassing than yours revealed at this sleepover,” Desi said to me with a smirk on her face. Desi had a fair point. It was a lot less embarrassing when your need for diapers was simply because your bladder wasn’t sending the right messages to you. There had been a couple of awkward silences the previous day, but this was by far the longest and the worst. I could tell that Samantha, despite the relief of having Lisa’s anger at her dissipate, would rather be anywhere in the world but here, and Desi’s attempt at humor seemed to belie her own discomfort with this situation. “I guess I should probably put these back,” Samantha said, as she collected the diapers in her arms and eased herself off of the floor. Samantha carefully replaced the diapers back to their original spots in the closet and then went and sat on the couch while Desi and I remained rooted in place near the doorway. What was taking Lisa so long? And what would her reaction be when she got back? --- Another five silent minutes had passed by the time Lisa had returned to the bedroom. Samantha hadn’t made any additional eye contact with us as we had waited. Lisa appeared relaxed as she entered the room, displaying no signs of the anger that had fueled her outburst at Samantha several minutes ago. “Why don’t you guys go get started on the pancakes before they cool off anymore,” Lisa said. She took a seat next to Samantha on the couch, though Samantha turned to look away at the wall. “I want to chat with Samantha alone for a bit.” Desi and I obliged without questioning Lisa’s request, though I had a ton of questions as to what had caused her to change her mind so quickly about Samantha, and what was it that she needed privacy to discuss with her? The pancakes weren’t as fresh as I would have preferred, but they were still delicious. I helped myself to two blueberry and two chocolate chip pancakes, while Desi only grabbed the chocolate chip ones. I was surprisingly thirsty this morning and had filled a tall glass of orange juice to the brim. The extra-absorbent pull-up I had on, combined with the fact that everyone was already aware of the accidents I had, gave me the courage to indulge more than I would have in any other circumstance. “No wonder you pee your pants so often,” Desi said as she eyeballed my breakfast drink. I felt my face turn red. I rolled my eyes, as if that would distract her from the other emotions showing on my face. “I don’t normally have this much to drink. But it’s not like I’m going to school today.” Thankfully, that was the entirety of Desi’s short-lived interrogation. But it left time for me to think about Samantha as I ate my breakfast. I still couldn’t get over the idea that someone would actively choose to wear a diaper when there wasn’t any need to do so. I had started wearing my sister’s pull-ups when my daytime accidents had first begun, and I had wet them on purpose the first time, but only because I absolutely had to know if I could trust them to be absorbent enough to wear in public. There hadn’t been a single time when going in a diaper could ever have been described as enjoyable. The feeling of relief that a diaper or pull-up had saved me from the public shame of wet pants didn’t count as any measure of enjoyment. I liked pull-ups and diapers, only in that they were by far the lesser evil when dealing with peeing myself. Still, it made me wonder. If I ignored all the feelings of shame, humiliation, and embarrassment I associated with the loss of bladder control, I supposed I could admit that there was some amount of physical comfort in wearing a diaper or pull-up. The padding was soft, and they fit snugly around my body. Is that all that Samantha saw in it, or was there something else that I was missing? “What do you think of all this?” I asked Desi out of the blue. “By all this, you mean Samantha, right?” “Yeah.” “It kind of makes sense looking back on it,” Desi said. “I always thought it was weird how she had dressed up as a baby for Halloween with an actual adult diaper. Like who does that? They have fake baby costumes that you can get at the store easily enough.” “And she did go along with my plan to have us wear diapers a lot more willingly than I could have hoped for,” I said. “Samantha was probably thrilled that you had suggested it,” Desi said. “I saw this TV show once that was about all kinds of strange addictions people have. There was this guy who ate toilet paper, and this woman who was addicted to drinking nail polish.” “I doubt even half of that is real,” I said." All those shows have dozens of writers to script things however they want to." “I know, but I just remembered one of the stranger episodes I saw,” Desi said. “There was this woman who was addicted to being a baby. She had an adult sized crib, highchair, and changing table in her bedroom, and she wore diapers all the time. You think that is what Samantha wants?” That sounded an awful lot like how Mom had treated me as a punishment for the bladder accidents I had been having. If only Samantha and I could trade places. I suspected she would actually enjoy the babying I had endured from Mom as a punishment for my bladder accidents. “I suppose there are a lot of worse things you could get addicted to,” I said. Lisa and Samantha’s arrival brought an abrupt end to our conversation. Samantha trailed a few feet behind Lisa as the two girls made their way to the kitchen, wearing a flowery romper I recognized from the occasions when she had worn it to school. The romper had a snug fit around the waist, which at other times might be flattering, but in this case it didn’t do Samantha any favors, as the outline of a diaper was clearly visible. This change was even more noticeable when Samantha walked up to the kitchen counter to grab a plate of pancakes. The diaper padding left the outline of her bottom smooth and well rounded, in a way that obviously wasn’t natural. I was understanding more and more why Lisa only wore dresses in public. I had been paying so much attention to her waist that what Samantha had in her mouth hadn’t immediately registered with me. She had a red pacifier in her mouth that about matched the color of her cheeks. Lisa and Samantha sat down at the table with us without any immediate explanation of what they had discussed back in the bedroom. Instead of a regular cup, Samantha had a pink sippy-cup in front of her and had set the pacifier to the side of her plate as she began to eat her breakfast. Where had all of these baby things come from? And why was Lisa suddenly OK with it? “So, it looks like I’m the only one here who doesn’t wear diapers,” Desi said. “I always knew I was the maturest in our group.” “Desi, I don’t think maturest is a word,” Samantha said. “Oh, hush you baby, you know what I meant.” Samantha looked as though she wanted to say something in response to the insult, but instead returned to eating her breakfast. Not that her protestations would have done much given the pacifier and sippy-cup on the table. “I decided that I’m OK with Samantha wanting to be a baby,” Lisa declared out of the blue. I couldn’t tell if she had timed that to coincide with the rest of us having mouths full of pancakes, but no one was in a position to respond as she continued. “Do either of you have a problem with that?” I hadn’t made up my mind on that question quite yet. I could admit that a large part of why I didn’t mind the discovery of Samantha’s secret was because of how it took attention away from mine. And after the past few months, I wasn’t really grossed out by diapers after all. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over how weird it was, but I wasn’t going to let it end our friendship. I shook my head. “I guess I don’t care as long as I’m not having to change any diapers,” Desi said, before adding, “No offense intended.” “That’s fine,” Lisa said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’ll be taking care of all Samantha’s diaper changes when we’re together.” Samantha was staring intently at her pancakes, poking at them at them with her fork, held in a hand that couldn’t stop slightly shaking. How did she feel about all of this? Is this really what she wanted? “Where’d you get all the baby stuff?” Desi asked. “Before I moved in with my aunt and uncle, they had worked as foster parents,” Lisa said. “They took in kids of a bunch of different ages, including babies. They had some of that old stuff tucked in a box in the back of my closet. They haven’t had any other foster kids since I moved in with them, so I don’t think there’s any harm in using that stuff.” I had initially thought that Lisa might have overdone it with how many pancakes she had made for breakfast, but it turned out we were hungry enough to make short work of them. Lisa gently grabbed Samantha’s arm as Samantha stood up from the tablet. “I think you’re missing something,” Lisa said to Samantha, as she picked up the pacifier off of the table. “Come on, open up wide.” Samantha complied, opening her mouth, allowing Lisa to place the pacifier in it. Desi was only able to partially stifle a giggle at this scene. “Good job,” Lisa said, “now let me go grab something quick and then we can head out.” I took Lisa’s absence as an opportunity to run off to use the toilet, as Lisa hadn’t exactly been clear about how long this proposed hike was supposed to last. Lisa was already back when I had rejoined our group. She was wearing a drawstring sports bag strapped across her back. “Ready for an adventure?” she asked.

That does seem to be the case. You're welcome! That's a good catch with Samantha's brother. This certainly makes Samantha's behavior with him even more suspicious than it already was. It is going to be interesting to see what Lisa's reaction ends up being, along with what Sarah and Desi think as well. We'll be getting back to Sarah's mother in three chapters. Still have two more sleepover chapters to go. Had to split the sleepover into four parts since a 12,000 word chapter seemed a tad too much. Thanks for the comment, we'll have to see what direction Sarah relationship with her mom goes in after the sleepover. I should probably clarify some things about story timing. The story begins in the fall, with Sarah as a freshman. This is a timeline where covid hasn't/doesn't happen as that just would complicate things too much. I'm not following real-world timing, so basically the current timing of the story is between Halloween and Thanksgiving of that same year. I tried for a while to map out chapters on an actual calendar, but that got to be a bit much, so I have played a little loosely with how much time passes between holidays, but they still serve as benchmarks for where we are in the story. This sleepover is basically the last weekend before Thanksgiving. I'm considering a Black Friday chapter that would also help with setting the timing more clearly again for readers. A lot of this is important since many of the key events that the story has been slowly building to will be taking place around Christmas. Thanks, that scene between Lisa and Sarah is one I'd been looking forward to writing.

Chapter 46: Lisa’s Sleepover Part 2: Confessions Samantha and Desi were both still clearly wearing diapers under their pajamas when I returned to the bedroom. Lisa had offered to help with telling Samantha and Desi about my bedwetting and bladder issues, and I had gladly taken her up on it. I didn’t have the slightest clue about how I was supposed to begin explaining it to them. After our talk out on the porch, Lisa had gone back inside a few minutes before me. She’d asked me to give her about five minutes, so I counted to three hundred in my head as steadily as I could. I’d promised her that I would come back in and face my friends, whatever their reactions might be, and there wasn’t going to be any backing out of that. Now that I was back in the bedroom, I shuffled my feet awkwardly just inside the doorway. I couldn’t even bring myself to make eye contact with anyone. Then Samantha rushed forward and embraced me in a massive hug, with Desi joining in a second later, while Lisa took a step back and watched. None of us said a word, but any words were completely unnecessary at the moment. I knew exactly what their hugs meant, and so did they. I didn’t think I could even begin to find the words to describe the immense amount of relief I felt. How could I possibly have thought this was going to have turned out any differently? That wasn’t to say I wasn’t still feeling embarrassed, but the sense of dread that had been building up was no longer there. “You doing alright? Desi asked. “Yeah, I think so.” I rested my head on Samantha’s shoulder, not wanting our group hug to end. “So, um, Lisa told us everything,” Samantha said. “I know. I asked her to help tell you.” “You really are still wetting the bed?” This interrogation is what I’d hoped to avoid by having Lisa explain my situation to Samantha and Desi for me. I should have realized that they were still going to have a bunch of questions. “Lately it’s been pretty much every night.” “How on earth did you manage to get through the last sleepover without us noticing?” Samantha asked. “I have this one easy trick to avoid wetting the bed.” “What’s that?” “Not falling asleep in the first place. I pulled an all-nighter to avoid having any accidents at that sleepover. Mom wasn’t impressed with how tired I was the next day.” I didn’t mention how I’d borrowed a pull-up from Samantha’s younger brother to wear as a precaution that night. “I should have figured that something was up with you during the day, though, when you started to go to the bathroom a lot more frequently between classes,” Desi said. “Obviously, I knew something was off, but I didn’t have a single clue that you were wearing pull-ups or having accidents in them.” I guess Lisa did mean it when she said that she was going to tell my other two friends everything. “I’m impressed,” Desi said. “No really, I am. I can’t believe you managed to keep that a secret from us all this time.” “Being deathly scared of how you guys might react was probably part of it.” “When they do career day, you need to sign up for the FBI or CIA,” Samantha said. “Neither of us had the slightest clue.” “It wasn’t that difficult,” I muttered, feeling myself blush at her praise. “Does it make you feel a bit more comfortable having us wear the diapers with you?” Desi asked. I nodded affirmatively, and Desi sighed. “I was kind of hoping this would mean I could take them off, but I’ll wear them for tonight, but this is a onetime-only deal, you understand?” “Thanks, I appreciate it.” “With how much Mountain Dew I’ve had, wearing a diaper to bed probably isn’t the worst idea ever,” Samantha joked. “Really,” Desi said. “When’s the last time you actually wet the bed?” “Maybe a year ago,” Samantha said, to looks of incredulity on our faces. “What? It was one of those dreams where you think you are sitting on the toilet, only you aren’t. I assumed you guys get those dreams all the time.” “Nope,” Lisa said. “I pretty much just sleep through the whole night.” I stifled a yawn as I shook my head. I’d had some strange dreams the past few months, but nothing of that nature. And given the contagious nature of yawns, everyone else was soon yawning uncontrollably as well. “I think it’s time to get to sleep,” Lisa said. “I’ll grab the lights once everyone is ready.” Samantha and Desi got into their respective sleeping bags, and I settled into my half of Lisa’s bed. The lights went out with a q soft click of the switch. I didn’t know how to feel as I pulled the blankets over myself in the dark. Relief was certainly one factor. They had found out, and they didn’t care, or at least were kind enough to act as if they didn’t mind. Even with how considerate everyone had been, it was still humiliating to know that they would know about my wet diaper in the morning and know that I was still going around peeing myself on occasion. It felt as if my relationship with all my friends, Samantha, Desi, and Lisa, was at a changing point, and I didn’t know how it was all going to end up playing out. The sense of dread that had gone away earlier when Samantha and Desi had both been hugging me was now returning. It was one thing to put on a clean diaper before bed with your friends, and a whole other thing to wake up in the morning with a soaking wet diaper. And they knew about the pull-ups, so there would be no hiding that either from them going forward. My diaper was already slightly damp, and I wasn’t sure how that had happened. Well, I knew exactly what had happened. I had drunk way too much soda. Not that it mattered that much. I was used to falling back to sleep in the middle of the night in a wet diaper. It was getting too warm under the covers. I slipped off my pajama pants and let them fall off the side of the bed to the floor, and then rolled over onto my stomach. I sniffled a little as I rested my head against the pillow. I was beginning to feel the aftereffects of all the tears I had shed earlier. My head hurt. My eyes were a bit watery and itchy, and my nose was still a bit runny. I heard Lisa shift a little in bed as well. Perhaps she was also having a hard time getting any sleep. Then I felt her hand rub against mine before grasping it tightly. “Thank you for opening up to your friends today,” Lisa said in a soft whisper. “It means a lot to me.” I gripped her hand back firmly in response and was fast asleep a short while later. --- I awoke to the smell of fresh cooking pancakes wafting into the bedroom from all the way in the kitchen. “Are you going to get up for some pancakes?” I groggily rubbed my eyes. “Did someone say pancakes?” “Yes, sleepyhead, Lisa is in the kitchen making pancakes for us.” I was surprised at how well I had slept, given that it wasn’t in my own bed. I hadn’t woken up even once overnight. If I had any dreams, including ones about tempting toilets, I had no recollection of them. I blinked as I opened my eyes. Even though the lights were off, there was enough sunlight slipping in through the windows to be a nuisance. Samantha and Desi were standing off to the side of the bed. Desi had her diaper on, as it was still protruding out of her shorts. but Samantha must have taken hers off since it otherwise would have been obvious beneath her onesie. I shifted the blankets off of myself, rolled over to the edge of the bed, and then stood up. I belatedly remembered something that was kind of important. I had taken my pajama pants off last night. There was zero question about what had happened overnight in my diaper, which was wet enough that it was a bit saggy, despite how snuggly Samantha had taped it on me last night. If it was possible to die of embarrassment, I think I would have right then and there. Both of my friends looked as embarrassed and surprised as I did. I jumped right back into bed, burying myself under the covers. The shock of the embarrassment was so much that I didn’t even seem to be capable of crying. That was so stupid. How could I have forgotten that I’d taken my pajama pants off? Thankfully, neither of them sought to break the awkward silence, though that left me alone again, desperately wanting to be out of the wet diaper, but dreading the prospects of getting myself out of bed. I remained tucked under the blankets for a few minutes, listening to the footsteps indicating movement back and forth out of the bedroom, until it sounded like someone had walked back up to the bed again. A hand lifted up the edge of the blankets and reached under the sheets. Before I could get out of the way, I felt a hand press briefly against my squishy bottom. “You can come out now,” Lisa said. “Desi just hopped in the bathroom to take a shower and Samantha is watching the pancakes for a few minutes.” I slid halfway out of the blankets, keeping everything from the waist and down covered. I really must have been asleep really soundly last night, because I hadn’t even noticed Lisa get up and get changed and dressed. Lisa had chosen to be even bolder with her outfit today. She was wearing a black, pleated miniskirt with a white camisole. The top of her diaper wasn’t sticking out of the easily visible waistband from her skirt, so she must have tucked it in. The skirt was just long enough to cover her diaper while she was standing, but walking around or being in any other position was sure to make it show. “Cute outfit,” I said. “Thanks, and I get to do this,” Lisa said, giving the skirt a twirl that caused the diaper to be noticeable for a short second. That reminded me again about why I was hiding under the sheets. “Do you want me to help you get cleaned up?” “Sure.” Lisa adjusted the sheets so that there was an empty spot on top of the bed, where she laid down a blanket and motioned for me to get on top of it. Lisa cleaned me up efficiently, without saying anything further. I stared wordlessly at the ceiling as the cold wipes were slid across my bottom. That wasn’t going to wake me up as much as a cold shower, but it was close enough. I felt a tinge of annoyance when Lisa selected the thicker, black pull-up from her closet after I had specifically said the other day that I didn’t think that it would fit under my jeans but didn’t resist as she pulled it up my legs and then all the way up until it was snug around my waist. “If black isn’t your thing, you can always get those pull-ups in white or pink,” she said. “I don’t really care what color it is. The issue is this really isn’t going to fit under my jeans,” I said, as I stood up, fully cognizant of how much additional padding was between my legs. “I know,” Lisa said, headed back already to the closet. “You can wear one of my dresses with it this morning.” I watched as Lisa skimmed through a couple dozen dresses before settling on one that she seemed to approve of. “Here,” Lisa said, grabbing a floral print sundress from her closet. “This is a bit too short for me, but it should fit you well.” The dress stopped a few inches above my knees. Outside of special occasions, I hadn’t worn a dress in ages. “You look nice in a dress,” Lisa said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go make sure Samantha isn’t burning any of my pancakes.” After Lisa left, I did some exercises in front of the mirror to see how discreet the dress was. I stretched my hands above my head and then down to my toes and then bent over as if to grab something off of the ground. The pull-up managed to stay hidden the whole time, if just barely. “How many pancakes did you burn?” I asked as Samantha wandered back into the bedroom. “None, thank you very much, and wait, that’s a new look for you.” “Lisa let me try on one of her dresses that is already a bit short for her.” The smell of pancakes was getting overwhelming now. My rumbling stomach said it was time to go and investigate. “I’ve got some with chocolate chips in them, and some with blueberries, and a few with both,” Lisa said, as I walked up beside her. “That looks delicious,” I said. “Thanks for making breakfast.” “Might want to wait until you taste them,” Lisa said. Desi strolled into the kitchen a few minutes later. “Almost done?” she asked. “Just a few more minutes,” Lisa said. “I was thinking we could go on a walk after breakfast. There’s a nature preserve a short way past our backyard. It’s usually pretty deserted. Oh, and we’ve got orange and chocolate milk in the fridge if you want to grab something to drink.” “That will be fun,” I said, pouring myself a full glass of orange juice. It felt nice to not be concerned at all about if I was going to have an accident. “Pancakes are all done,” Lisa said, pausing to look at the massive pile that had accumulated on the tray. “I think I may have overdone it.” “I don’t think that’s possible,” Desi said, as she transferred four pancakes to her plate and began to butter them. “Where’s Samantha?” Lisa asked. “I don’t know. I think she’s still in the bedroom.” “I’ll go grab her now. She must not have heard that the pancakes are done,” Lisa said. I grabbed a plate from the cupboard, added three pancakes to it myself, and was debating whether to use maple or blueberry syrup when I heard Lisa yell something from off in the bedroom. “What the hell are you doing?” I dashed over to the bedroom with Desi right on my heels. As we entered the room, Lisa was standing near the doorway, glaring down as Samantha, who was sitting on her bottom next to her open backpack with several of Lisa’s diapers in her hands and a couple more scattered on the floor next to her.

Thanks, still have two more chapters left for the sleepover. I can't promise that the next one isn't going to end on a cliffhanger as well. That's OK, Sarah's been a bit dense the past two chapters as well. Lisa has certainly been a good influence on Sarah so far. We'll have to see how that progresses. She still seems pretty reluctant to get into any of that with her friends. Thanks!

Chapter 45: Lisa’s Sleepover Part 1: Confrontation Lisa was practically beaming as we turned down the winding gravel road that led to her uncle’s house. I smiled, remembering how much I had been looking forward to the first sleepover I’d been to several months back. We’d just finished another match for the high school Fortnite team we were on that Saturday afternoon. It had been a close call, but Lisa had ensured that we remained unbeaten. E-sports aren’t really as spectator-friendly as other high school activities, though friends and family could come and watch us play if they wanted to. That didn’t have much appeal to either Desi or Samantha, so they had agreed that they would meet up with us at Lisa’s house afterward for the sleepover. I joined Lisa in the back seat of the car as her uncle, Mr. Higgins, drove us back to their house from school. “You think we could convince Samantha and Desi to try a round of Fortnite with us?” Lisa asked. I thought for a second about the idea of my two video-game-challenged friends attempting to play a game with dual joysticks and ended up bursting out laughing. That would be quite the experiment. “What’s so funny?” “I’m not so sure that is a good idea. Maybe let’s do something simple first. You have the newest Mario Kart?” “Yeah, and I’ve got four controllers for it.” “That’s a much better plan. Probably best to get them started on something easier at first.” The sudden bump in the road reminded me of an unfortunate fact I had been trying to push out of my mind. The pull-up underneath my jeans was soaked. I had another accident during the final Fortnite round. Well, I probably could have held my bladder the whole time, but it’s hard to play a video game when you are squirming in your seat, so I had elected to just wet the pull-up and worry about it later. I should have changed right after the match was over, but Lisa had been in such a hurry to get back home that I got distracted. I didn’t think I was in any danger of having the pull-up leak, but it didn’t make for a comfortable car ride. While I wasn’t going to ask, I was sure that Lisa’s diaper needed changing as well. After what seemed like longer than the last time I had visited, the car finally pulled into the driveway of their rural home. The house was tucked in between some small hills, giving it some privacy with the nearest neighbors over a half mile away. I grabbed my backpack and a pillow I’d brought with me out of the trunk and followed Lisa inside. “Do you know when the other two girls are getting here?” Mr. Higgins asked us. Lisa took a look at her phone, checking the group chat we had set up. “Desi should be here in ten minutes, Samantha should be here in about fifteen,” Lisa said. Mr. Higgins raised his eyes at his niece. “What’s that for?” “Just wondering what kind of trouble you kids are going to get into,” He said, as he headed back for the front door. “Let your aunt know I’m going out to run some more errands. I’ll be back with some pizza for dinner.” “We better hurry to get cleaned up then,” Lisa said, as soon as the door closed behind her uncle. We passed Lisa’s aunt in the kitchen while on the way to her bedroom. “Uncle said to let you know he’s off to run errands and get pizza. Everyone else is going to be here in a few minutes, and we’re headed to my bedroom to get changed before they arrive”, Lisa said. Annoyed, I hurried to catch up with Lisa, turned, and continued to her bedroom. Did she really just tell her aunt that I needed to be changed as well? Why did they need to know that? The last thing I needed was having them accidentally let anything slip about my daytime accidents or pull-ups to my mom. “Do your aunt and uncle know?” I said, my question trailing off cause I was feeling too embarrassed to finish it. “Why wouldn’t they? Your Mom gave them a heads-up about the bedwetting, and I may have mentioned before that you sometimes had accidents during the day. They don’t care. It’s not a big deal to them.” “Besides,” Lisa continued. “Once you let Samantha and Desi know about it, it isn’t as if there is going to be anyone here you need to hide it from.” I bit my tongue. There wasn’t time right now to try to continue the argument we’d had the other day about letting Samantha and Desi know about the bladder issues. I wasn’t going to do it, and hopefully, once my plan got underway, Lisa would accept that as enough for the time being. Lisa’s bedroom looked a lot different from when I had last been there last to work on a history project. Her king-sized bed was tucked close to one of the corners, with only a foot-long gap between one of the sides and the wall. A flat-screen TV was set up on the opposite corner, with several gaming systems connected to it. A small couch was set up a short distance in front of the TV, and Lisa’s gaming computer was set up on a desk in the last remaining corner. “I finally decided to re-arrange it,” Lisa said. “I’d left it just the way it was when I’d first moved in, but this is a lot better.” I noticed two sleeping bags set up against the wall on the carpeted floor. “Shouldn’t there be one more sleeping bag? Where’s the fourth person going to be sleeping?” I asked. “It’s enough. I’ve got a king-sized bed, and I only need half of it. You can have the other half. That’s better than on the floor since I’ve got a protective sheet on the mattress.” “I think you might end up regretting that,” I said with a laugh. “Why’s that?” “I have a tendency to hog all the sheets.” Lisa just rolled her eyes at me. “You can go ahead and get changed first in the bathroom,” she said. “I can wait a little bit longer before I need to.” I opened up my backpack to grab a clean pull-up, picking one with pastel rainbow designs. “You know, you can get pull-ups that are more absorbent than those,” Lisa said, looking over at the pull-up in my hand. “It’s just what my mom gets for me,” I said. There wasn’t any way I was going to be sharing the story about how I had gone and bought these on my own, though, to be fair, it was the same brand Mom had been getting me, so I didn’t feel as though my answer had been entirely untruthful. “You could try these instead,” Lisa said, handing me a black pull-up, with incredibly more padding than the one I had on. “This is nearly as absorbent as a regular diaper.” “Thanks, but there’s no way this fits under my jeans, though.” Lisa took a glance down at my pants. “Yeah, you’re right. I suppose I would only wear these under a dress. Maybe try these instead. They’re not as big of an improvement, but still will be better.” Lisa passed me a peach-colored pull-up, with a black bow drawn on the front of it. “Just try it on and see what you think. You don’t have to stick with it if you don’t think it will work. Wipes, powder, and lotion are all in the farther left drawer, and the diaper bin is under the sink.” Once in the bathroom, I removed the wet pull-up and tossed it into the diaper disposal bin. I really didn’t have any expectations for what it would feel like to put it on, but the new pull-up was incredibly soft and comfortable. The only downside was how high-waisted it was. My jeans barely covered it. I folded the top of the pull-up down on itself so that it wouldn’t stick up so much on my waist. I twisted around to take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Couldn’t see any difference between this and my normal pull-ups. Lisa had said that these would be more absorbent, but I felt I was going to need to be extra careful about getting to the toilet on time today. I didn’t want to test new pull-ups out for the first time with all my friends around. “What do you think?” Lisa asked as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. “They’re so soft. It’s like wearing regular underwear.” “You should get your mom to buy those for you instead. She should be able to get them at pretty much any store.” I took a picture of the pull-up package while Lisa was getting changed, so I’d be able to find the right one when I went shopping next. My supply of pull-ups from my most recent shopping run was already starting to get a little low, so I was going to need to re-stock pretty soon. I had to do a double take when I saw Lisa step out of the bathroom. She was wearing black leggings with a Fortnite-themed graphic t-shirt, a vast departure from her usual style. Come to think of it, I couldn’t recall a single time where I had seen Lisa wearing anything other than a dress. The black leggings weren’t see-through, but it was clear Lisa still had a diaper on from the way the outline of the padding showed. “That’s a different look,’ I said at last. “Deciding to ditch dresses?” Lisa shuffled her feet slightly. “You don’t think this outfit looks silly at all?” “Of course not. I’m just used to seeing you in dresses all the time.” “I hate wearing dresses,” Lisa said. “Well, that’s not completely true. I just hate wearing them because that’s all I wear when I’m in public, to help with keeping my diapers and pull-ups hidden. I don’t think I would mind them if it was something I only wore some of the time.” “I get that for diapers, but I’ve gotten away with a pull-up under jeans without anyone noticing.” “Yeah, but that only works with the thin ones you use. I’d be too nervous without something more absorbent.” “Well, it’s nice to see you switch things up for a change.” “Thanks. I usually just wear whatever I want when I’m at home.” “You don’t mind that when your aunt and uncle are around?” “Not when I’m at home anymore. It’s a bit of an embarrassing story, but on the first day I came to live with them. I had a messy accident in my diaper on the ride home, and my aunt changed me afterward. I pretty much lost any sense of shame or embarrassment about it around them, at least. They’re really understanding, but they also don’t really ever say anything about it. Just treat it like it’s a normal part of my life.” A rapid series of knocks on the door put a halt to the rest of the questions I had for Lisa. I took a peek out the window. “Desi’s here,” I said. --- It was a good thing we had decided to start with Mario Kart for introducing Samantha and Desi to video games. Samantha and Desi had joined Lisa and I on the bedroom couch. We were slightly squished, as it was probably only meant for three people at most. Samantha and Desi were sitting on either side of Lisa as she was attempting to explain how the controls work for the third time in a row. We had at least gotten them to the point of holding the controller correctly. Samantha had arrived a few minutes after Desi, and both of them had expressed amazement that Lisa was somehow allowed to have a TV in her bedroom. They had tossed their bags down next to mine and had each laid claim on a sleeping bag. “I don’t think anyone in this room even has their learner’s permit yet,” Desi joked, as Lisa was explaining the gas and brake buttons on the controller. “Let’s just get a race started,” I said. “It really isn’t going to make sense until they give it a try.” “Shall we do Rainbow Road,” Lisa suggested, with a malicious-looking smirk on her face. “That sounds like a fun one,” Samantha said. “No, no, bad idea,” I said. “Trust me, you don’t want to start with that, Samantha. Maybe later.” “Fine, I’ll pick out a beginner track,” Lisa said. That proved to be a good idea, as it took a few minutes for Samantha and Desi to adjust to controlling their karts. After the first two laps were completed, Lisa and I were in a neck-and-neck race for first, while Samantha and Desi were competing to avoid last place. Lisa took Mario Kart as seriously as she did Fortnite. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward as she stared intently at the TV, but this left the top inch of her diaper sticking out the back of her leggings. “I just got this blue shell. What does it do?” Samantha asked. Thank goodness I was in second place at the moment, still trailing a little ways behind Lisa. “Oh, that, it’s worthless. Just switch it out for another item,” Lisa said. “That’s only something that someone in first place would say,” I said. “Oops, I just shot it off. What exactly does it do?” Samantha asked. “Nothing much, just automatically hits the driver in first place,” I said with a grin on my face. “Such a rigged game,” Lisa muttered. My kart was trailing with what I thought was a safe distance behind Lisa when she suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing me to zoom right past her. Then bam. My kart when flying in the air as the blue shell landed right on top of it. “Ha! Victory!” Lisa said, raising both her hands exuberantly in the air, causing the top of her diaper to be fully visible for several seconds. “Such a rigged game,” I said, getting a laugh from Lisa. Samantha and Desi finished the race a minute later with Desi narrowly edging out Samantha to avoid last place. It took a few more races, but they both got the hang of it enough to be consistently finishing toward the top of the pack, though they didn’t manage to beat Lisa or me. “Are you girls ready for some pizza?” Lisa’s aunt called from across the house. “Absolutely,” Samantha said, hopping up from the couch. Another downside I noticed to wearing leggings with a diaper is that it becomes rather obvious when it is wet. There was an extra sag and bulkiness to Lisa’s leggings as she stood up from the couch and stretched her arms out to the side. “Excuse me for a second,” Lisa said, as she walked over to her closet, grabbing a white diaper before stepping into the bathroom. Samantha and Desi exchanged a silent look at each other, but neither made any comments about it. With Lisa’s issues with incontinence more visible, while we were staying at her house, I was grateful they hadn’t brought the topic up yet. We waited a couple of minutes for Lisa to change into a clean diaper and then joined her aunt and uncle in the kitchen for dinner. “How was Mario Kart?” Mr. Higgins asked, as we piled pizza and cheese bread onto our plates. “Good,” Samantha said. “I’m ready for my learner’s permit now.” “Ahem,” Desi said with a cough. “Maybe if real roads came with flying clouds, that would put you back on the pavement when you drive off it every few minutes.” “I’m sure it will be a lot easier than Mario Kart,” Mr. Higgins said. The conversation around the dinner table was a little more subdued. There’s just something about being around a teacher when you aren’t in school that is really disconcerting. Mr. Higgins did do his part to make us feel comfortable. He didn’t bring up any school-related topics, but I still felt that being back in his class on Monday afternoon was going to feel so strange. “What are your plans after dinner?” Mrs. Higgins asked. “We’re going to watch a movie or two,” Lisa said. “Are you going to be up late?” she asked. “Probably,” Lisa said “Then we probably won’t see you in the morning,” she said. “Your uncle and I are going to be out running some errands in the morning, probably before any of you are up. But we’ll be back in time for lunch.” “What my wife means is,” Mr. Higgins said, interrupting her, “please don’t burn the house down while we’re gone. Lisa knows where everything is for breakfast if you do happen to be up in time for that.” “I’m sure we can manage that,” Lisa said. --- “What are we going to watch next?” Lisa asked, as she sat down on the couch beside us with a slight crinkle. Lisa had gone to change into a clean diaper again after the Adam Sandler movie Samantha had selected had come to a thankfully quick conclusion. I could see that picking movies for our friend group was only going to get more difficult now that we had expanded to four. “Let’s watch something sci-fi?” I suggested. “A rom-com,” Desi added “How about something scary?” Lisa asked. “Scary sounds good,” Samantha said. “What do you have in mind?” “Let’s see what is on Netflix,” Lisa said, “but I think we need to get some snacks first.” Lisa returned from the kitchen with a two-liter of Mountain Dew, four plastic cups, and a bag of popcorn. “My aunt and uncle are already asleep,” she said. “But their bedroom is on the other side of the house, so as long as the door is shut and we aren’t yelling, we won’t disturb them.” “I don’t know,” Samantha said. “You haven’t experienced watching a scary movie with Desi yet. She screams like a banshee at the jump scares.” “I so do not,” Desi protested. “I seem to recall someone nearly peed herself when we watched The Exorcist,” Samantha said. “I’ve got plenty of diapers you could borrow if you need one,” Lisa added with a grin. Desi just scowled and rolled her eyes as the rest of us started laughing. “That,” Desi said, while pouring herself a full cup of Mountain Dew. “Will absolutely not be necessary.” “Has anyone seen Smile,” Lisa asked. “I haven’t, but I’ve been wanting to.” None of us had seen it, so we settled on it as the choice for the evening. Desi did let out a muffled scream on two occasions and did ask us to pause halfway through so she could go use the bathroom. Lisa had been right about the new pull-up’s absorbency. I doubt my regular ones would have held up with the amount of soda I’d had to drink. I had gotten so absorbed in the movie that I had even noticed I needed to go until it was too late. There weren’t any wet spots on my jeans, though I hoped it was just my imagination that they were bulging out slightly more than usual. It was already past 11 p.m. by the time the movie reached its conclusion. Even though we’d made it through three-quarters of the soda, the caffeine didn’t seem to be doing much to keep anyone awake. “You guys do morning or evening showers?” Lisa asked. I could go either way, but with a wet pull-up to clean up and dispose of, a shower before bed was looking like a necessity. Samantha and I answered that we did ours at night, while Desi said she’d do hers in the morning. “try to be quick,” Lisa said. “We don’t have the largest hot water heater.” “You can go first then,” Samantha offered. “No thanks, I like to shower last and then get changed right before going to bed.” “I’ll go,” I said, jumping on the chance to get changed out of the pull-up before anyone could notice that it was wet. Going first would make it easier to get started on the plan for tonight once Lisa was in the shower after me. --- I sat on the bed, absentmindedly twiddling on my phone. It felt strange to have my regular underwear on, even if only for a brief moment. I wasn’t super worried about having any accidents before it was time to head to bed, but I was anxious about how my plan was going to go. Knowing that we were going to be wearing diapers to bed, I grabbed some loose-fitting pajama pants and a longer t-shirt that would be comfortable over a diaper without showing it off at all. Samantha was currently in the bathroom. The sound of the running water from the shower had just come to a stop. She had taken a quick shower, and was out in only four or five minutes. I tried to keep my nervousness from showing on my face. Yes, Samantha and Desi had both agreed to my plan to also wear diapers to bed. But that had been almost a week ago at school. If either of them had any second thoughts about it in the meantime, they hadn’t shared it with me. I suppose I could go through with the plan on my own, but it would be much better if they both were still willing to do it with me. While Samantha was in the shower, Desi had run off to the other restroom in the house to brush her teeth and get ready for bed, leaving Lisa and I alone in the bedroom. Lisa took a look at my pajamas. “Did you forget to bring a diaper to change into?” she asked in a hushed tone. “No, I have it,” I whispered back. “Are you going to go ahead and tell them about it now?” “Can you please let me handle this on my own terms?” Desi’s return to the bedroom cut the conversation short. And Samantha was out of the shower a minute later. She emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. Samantha was wearing a pink onesie with rainbows and unicorns on it. “That’s so cute,” Desi said. “Where did you get it from?” “Thanks,” Samantha said. “I got two of them from Amazon a few weeks ago. They’re so comfortable. See how stretchy they are?” I caught Lisa staring a bit at Samantha’s outfit, but she didn’t say anything about it. She grabbed a nightgown from her dresser and then a diaper from the closet before heading into the bathroom. We sat around the room, not saying much until several minutes later when the distinct sound of running water in the shower could be heard. I was trying to figure out the best way to break the ice when Samantha beat me to it. “So, are we going to do it?” Samantha asked, breaking the silence as she glanced over to the closet where Lisa kept her diapers. “Do we really need to?” Desi asked. “The plan was to help make her more comfortable, but Lisa seems pretty chill with having us here already.” The last thing I needed was for Desi to back out at this point. “I know she’s acting OK,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean she still isn’t internally self-conscious about it. Let’s just wear the diapers for tonight to make sure she knows that we’re here for her. Just a onetime thing. We don’t have to do it again.” “That sounds good to me,” Samantha said. “I guess if you’re both going to do it that it would look silly if I wasn’t too,” Desi said. “I don’t know how long Lisa takes for her showers, but we probably only have about ten minutes or so if we don’t want to cut things close,” Samantha said. “So let’s see what our options are.” I followed Samantha over to the closet and watched as her eyes widened as she slid the door open. “I didn’t know there were going to be this many options to choose from,” Samantha said, glancing up and down the shelves. There was a lot to choose from. Thankfully, I remembered which ones Lisa said she preferred to wear at night. “She grabbed one of these,” I said, picking up a white, plastic-backed diaper with a wetness indicator running down the middle. “Probably best to use the same ones.” Samantha reached in and grabbed one for herself, while I took a second diaper and tossed it to Desi. Desi looked at the diaper quizzically as she unfolded it to its full length. I belatedly realized one of the problems with this plan. I knew a lot more about adult diapers than either of my friends, but I couldn’t exactly let on to that too much. “What am I supposed to do with this, exactly?” Desi asked. “Have you never changed a diaper before?” Samantha asked. Desi pretended to gag. “Gross, no. I guess that is the benefit of being an only child. Don’t know how you guys do it.” “Look, it’s not hard,” Samantha said. “The side with the tapes on it is the back. You just pull the front up to your waist and then tape the sides around your waist to the front.” Despite that explanation, we all just stood around, no one appearing willing to go first. “Well, you’re the expert,” I said at last, pointing my hand at Samantha. “Why don’t you show us how it’s done” “ “That was only once, well, twice. I had to try them on when I first got them to see that they actually fit. That hardly makes me an expert.” “That’s more experience than either of us has.” “Fine,” Samantha said. “I’ll show you how it’s done. But it’s easier when laying down.” Samantha undid the three buttons at the bottom of her onesie before laying down on the bed on top of the diaper. I hoped her voice didn’t carry too much as she narrated how she was putting on the diaper. “So, you have to have the back of the diaper lined up so that it matches the front when it’s pulled up to your waist,” she said, demonstrating by pulling the diaper up nearly to her belly button. “Then you have to tape the sides. The top tapes get it snug around your waist. The bottom ones get it snug around your thighs.” I realized we were missing something. I hadn’t ever gotten diapered before without either baby powder or lotions. I turned discreetly to glance at the closet, but I didn’t see any powder or lotion in there. Lisa probably just kept that in the bathroom since that is where she did all her changes. Hopefully, one night of wearing a diaper without those wouldn’t leave any of us with chaffing or rashes. I was surprised at how easily Samantha managed to get the diaper on. Each tape ended up in the right place without needing to be adjusted at all. With the diaper secured, Samantha sat up and re-buttoned her onesie, which left the white edges of the diaper sticking out around her thighs. “Your turn,” Samantha said to Desi. Desi flopped down onto the bed with a large sigh and then reached for a diaper. After a minute or so of not making any progress, it became clear that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. “We don’t have all day,” Samantha said. “Here, just let me put it on for you.” Desi obliged, and Samantha leaned in to help her. “Just lift your bottom up for a second,” Samantha said, as she re-positioned the diaper, quickly getting it taped on in the same way that she had done for herself. “Thanks,” Desi muttered as she stood up and worked to tug her pajama shorts back on over her now diapered bottom. “Ugh, I didn’t think this through at all,” Desi said, looking down at her shorts. A good two to three inches of the diaper was sticking out above the top of her waistband, and her pajama top wasn’t nearly long enough to cover it. Desi stepped over to the full-length mirror in the corner. Standing with her back to the mirror, she took a peek over her shoulder. “Yep, that definitely makes my butt look big,” she said. Just then, we heard the shower come to a stop. Not much time left to get ready. “We need to hurry up,” Samantha said, turning to me. “I can get your diaper on too. That will be a lot quicker.” The last thing I wanted was for Samantha to put a diaper on me, but I couldn’t exactly object and say that I already knew exactly how to do it. I handed the diaper I was holding to Samantha, and then I stripped off my pajama pants and laid down on the bed, raising my bottom up so Samantha could slide the diaper underneath me. It wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as being changed by Mom. Probably because I could see the diaper Samantha had on herself. Once Samantha had gotten the final tape in place. I stood up, ready to adjust the tapes to get a more comfortable fit, but everything was already perfectly in place. Snug around my hips and thighs, but not to the point where it was causing any discomfort. Much better than I had expected, better even than how Mom normally did it. I pulled my pajama pants back on. They mostly covered the diaper, with just a tiny bit of it peeking out the back of my pants, but my shirt was more than long enough to cover it. I took a look at the clock; it was already approaching midnight when Lisa stepped out of the bathroom. The nightgown was pretty short on her, which made sense with how tall Lisa was. It went just past her thighs, leaving her diaper peeking out occasionally as she walked around. Lisa tossed her dirty clothes into a hamper and then turned and looked at us. “What in the world are you guys doing?” Lisa said, her eyes darting from Samantha and then to Desi and then to me, settling on my pajama pants that definitely had more padding under them than before. Samantha answered her question before I had a chance to. “We just thought that it would make you feel better if we all had diapers on with you for bed,” Samantha said, pointing out the diaper she had on as if it wasn’t already perfectly visible. That didn’t get the reaction I had been hoping for from Lisa. She turned toward me with a hurt look on her face and tears beginning to form in her eyes. “What kind of stupid joke is this?” she said, turning and slamming the door shut behind her as she darted out of the bedroom. “Well, that obviously could have gone better,” Desi said dryly. “Just wait here,” I said, motioning for Samantha and Desi to sit back down. “I’ll go and talk to Lisa. It will be fine once I explain what we were trying to do.” I walked through the hallway to the living room, where I saw the door to the back porch was open. I shivered slightly as I stepped outside into the brisk night air. I spotted Lisa sitting on the wooden steps leading off the deck into the backyard and went to sit down next to her. Lisa turned her face in the other direction as I took a seat on the steps next to her. I tried to place my arm around her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. “What the heck is this all about?” she asked, unable to keep the sobbing out of her voice. “What do you mean?” “You know exactly what I mean. Why are Samantha and Desi wearing my diapers?” “Samantha told you already. It was just an idea to help cheer you up.” “We thought? Whose idea was it, actually?” “It was mine. I didn’t think you’d be so upset about it. Figured it would be easier for you for your first sleepover if everyone else was also wearing a diaper to bed. “You mean easier for you?” “What? No.” “Don’t lie to me,” Lisa said, cutting into my response. “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me? That silly idea of yours isn’t about me, it’s just about trying to hide your bedwetting from Desi and Samantha cause you don’t want to tell them about it.” Lisa’s accusation cut to the truth of what I had been trying to do. And I really couldn’t deny it. “Yes, that was part of it. It’s too embarrassing to have to tell them,” I pleaded. “Embarrassing? What do you know about that? I have to deal with every single person I see in school knowing that I have a diaper on.” A decent amount actually, I thought to myself, thinking of everything I’d gone through with my mother for the past several months. Not that I was ever going to dare breathe a word of that to Lisa. “And then you’re sitting here,” Lisa continued, “acting as if bedwetting is such a horridly shameful thing that you can’t even bear the idea of friends you’ve known since kindergarten finding out. How do you think that makes me feel?” “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “That wasn’t what I was trying to do.” “I know I’m supposed to be the socially awkward one, but you’ve been so dense today.,” Lisa said. “You think you were trying to make me feel more comfortable with that stunt you just tried to pull? What do you think I’ve been doing all day long?” I opened my mouth and then promptly shut it again. I really didn’t see what Lisa was getting at. “It’s been obvious that I’ve been wearing a diaper the entire time Samantha and Desi have been here,” she said. “And guess what? They literally don’t care one bit. That’s what I’ve been trying to show you. And they aren’t going to care when they find out about your issues, either. They are still going to be your friends.” I buried my head in my knees. Now it was my turn to feel terrible. That was so stupidly selfish of me. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I was being really selfish with trying to hide it.” “It’s OK,” Lisa said, turning and giving me a hug. “Secrets like this aren’t good for anyone. It’s time they find out. Either you can tell them the truth about it, or I can help you do it instead.”

I agree, that was much better than expected. I think it's pretty clear that if the author isn't into age-play themselves, that they are into the kink scene in some way. Taking a look at what else they've written; it seems to cover a wide variety of kink/bdsm topics. Here's another one that's interesting, it's about DDLG specifically: What Does DD/LG Mean in Kink? (cosmopolitan.com)

You're welcome! Thanks, working on the next one now, should be up this week. Going to have to plead the fifth on any speculation, but it is fun to see. Thanks, it did work out well to do have a setup chapter for the first one back, since we'll be spending a few fun chapters at the sleepover next.

Thanks! Same here, hoping to continue to have plenty of time to write some more chapters in the near future. I'm very excited for the sleepover chapters as well. Currently is looking like I'll need three chapters to cover everything that is planned for it. My lips are going to have to remained sealed on that matter.

Chapter 44: The Plan “You cannot be serious about having a sleepover at a teacher’s house.” Desi had pulled me aside from the hallway to a couch in a secluded corner close to the teacher’s lounge. We were waiting for Lisa before first period, while Samantha was making a trip to the restroom. I had avoided going along with Samantha, determined to work on keeping control of my bladder until after my first class. With as much orange juice as I had drunk that morning, the odds of doing so were questionable, but I had a pull-up on in case of any accidents. The bus had arrived early, so we had a while to sit and chat before the first class of the day. I had just told Desi about how Mom had agreed to allow for a sleepover at Lisa’s place. She was less than enthused at the chosen location. “Why can’t we just go to Samantha’s place?” Desi asked. “That worked fine last time.” “Because Lisa’s never had a sleepover before,” I replied. “And, with her, um, condition, I think she’d be a lot more comfortable to be able to do her first sleepover at home.” I left out one of the main reasons behind why I preferred a sleepover at Lisa’s place. It was the easiest option for the plan that I had to conceal my own bedwetting, as Lisa was the only one of my friends who was currently aware of that issue. Lisa’s own bedwetting and incontinence problems would provide the perfect cover for keeping my own issues a secret. Before Desi could continue the argument, Samantha arrived back from the restroom and sat down to my right with a large sigh as she let her backpack fall to the floor with a thump. Desi leaned across me to get Samantha’s attention. “Sarah wants our next sleepover to be at Lisa’s place,” Desi said. “Can you believe that? I mean, you do know that Lisa lives with her uncle, who, you know, just happens to be our history teacher.” “Wait, your mom finally let you out of the doghouse?” Samantha said, turning toward me. “It’s about time we had a second sleepover.” “Did. You. Not. Hear. What. I. Said,” Desi interrupted. “I like her uncle and all, but that’s going to be so awkward being over at his house.” “No, it won’t,” I said. “I spent the afternoon working on one of the history projects there. Lisa’s aunt and uncle basically left us alone most of the time.” “I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Samantha said. “If Lisa is most comfortable with a sleepover at her place, let’s just do it there.” “And as a bonus, no annoying younger siblings around either,” I added, in reference to Samantha’s younger brother and toddler sister. “Fine, but I have one condition,” Desi said, giving Samantha a slight glare. “No games of truth or dare.” I knew exactly what Desi was referring to. She was still a bit salty about being dared to pee in a pull-up the last time we had played that game. That had been at a sleepover at Samantha’s place. The game of truth or dare took a turn for the crazy when a couple of the dares had involved pull-ups from Samantha’s younger brother, who was still a bedwetter. I had dared Samantha to wear the pull-up. Samantha had then dared Desi to pee in it. “About that,” I said, taking a look around to make sure Lisa wasn’t in the process of walking up to us. “I have an idea about how we might be able to help Lisa feel more comfortable having a sleepover with her condition.” “What’s that?” Samantha asked. I paused and took a quick breath before going ahead with my plan. It was quite audacious really, but if I could get them to agree to it, it would make things so much easier for me. “I think we should all wear diapers to bed to help Lisa not feel embarrassed.” I didn’t get an immediate response from either of them. Desi was glaring at me, while Samantha’s face had turned slightly red, and she wasn’t quite making eye contact with me anymore. “For real,” Desi said at last. “You do remember that you guys made me piss in a pull-up for a game of truth-or-day at our last sleepover?” “Hey, that wasn’t my dare. That was Samantha,” I said. “And don’t be silly. You don’t actually have to use a diaper. Just wear one to bed so she doesn’t feel alone about her condition.” “I don’t have a problem with that,” Samantha said. “Well, of course you don’t,” Desi retorted. “You wore a diaper to the Halloween party.” “Would have been a pretty poor baby outfit if I didn’t have one on,” Samantha replied. “Guys, let’s cut the bickering,” I said. “You know how embarrassed Lisa gets. It’s her first sleepover, so let’s make sure it goes well for her.” “Fine,” Desi said after a long pause, rolling her eyes. “But don’t you dare expect me to pee in it.” “You know,” I said, turning to Samantha. “You don’t happen to have any extra diapers from your Halloween outfit, do you? That way, we wouldn’t have to take any from Lisa.” “Oh, sorry, I don’t have them,” Samantha said. “I tossed the rest of the package afterward. Wasn’t planning on doing that for a Halloween outfit again.” “That’s fine,” I said. “I’m sure Lisa won’t mind if we use some of hers. But let’s not mention it to her until it’s time for bed.” “When exactly are we planning to have the sleepover exactly,” Samantha asked. “I don’t know yet. I hadn’t had a chance to tell Lisa that my mom gave the OK, but she had already said that hosting it would work.” I caught sight of Lisa walking toward us in the hallway. “We can ask her now about times for the sleepover. And don’t mention anything about diapers, OK?” Maybe it was because of how familiar I had become with wearing diapers over the past couple of months, but the crinkle was just slightly noticeable as Lisa carefully smoothed out her dress as she sat down to join us on the couch. When we’d last talked at length about her incontinence issues, she had told me she was trying to mostly wear pull-ups during the day to help with getting to the toilet. That didn’t seem to be the case currently, but couldn’t blame her for all the bullying she had gone through with our shared nemesis, Claire. “Got some good news. Guess what it is,” I said. “What’s that?” Lisa asked as she left her backpack gently down in front of the couch. “Mom finally gave the OK for the sleepover.” “We can actually do it, then?” “Yep, are you still good having it at your place?” “I’ll need to check with my aunt and uncle again, but they were OK with it when I suggested it before.” “Lisa, do you have a second?” We all turned to see Lisa’s uncle standing around the corner. “Coming,” Lisa said, carefully adjusting the back of her dress as she stood up from the couch. “I’ll be back in a second,” she said, turning back to us quickly before following her uncle toward the teacher’s lounge. Desi took a glance at her phone. “Still have some time before class starts,” she said. “Gonna run to the restroom quick. You coming?” “No, I’m good.” Desi rolled her eyes at me. “Just come, or you’ll be racing to the toilet after the first period.” While neither Samantha nor Desi were aware of my pull-ups or bladder accidents, they had caught on to the fact that my bathroom trips were happening more frequently and sometimes with more urgency. I acquiesced to her request, and by the time we were back from the restroom, Lisa had gotten back as well. “You’re good to come over for a sleepover,” Lisa said, as Desi and I returned to the couch where she and Samantha were seated. “My uncle just told me. Says your mom called him just a little while ago.” “That was quick.” “Yep, and we can do it any weekend we like. This weekend will work if everyone is free.” “Works for me,” Samantha said eagerly. “Same,” said Desi. “Let’s do it then,” I said. --- I fought the urge to squirm in my seat. This was the fifth class of the day, and I had so far managed to avoid any accidents, though there had been several close calls. The only relief was that my accidents were back to being a secret. I’d hidden my daytime accidents long enough that Mom thought they were all over, and she wasn’t making me wear pull-ups and counting how many I’d used. That didn’t mean I was back in underwear. I’d managed to find time to go and secretly buy some pull-ups of my own, which unfortunately didn’t seem like something that I was going to be able to stop doing anytime soon. There was enough time remaining in the class period that I didn’t have any real hope of staying dry until I was able to get to the restroom. I doubted that even if I put my hand up to get a restroom pass that I would be able to make it if I left this instant. On one hand, if I had just gone to the restroom between every single class period, there were minimal chances of having an accident. But one piece of advice Lisa had given me was that if you kept peeing too frequently, while you might initially avoid accidents, you would also be training your bladder to not need to hold it that longer, which would eventually lead to having accidents again. Still, I tried not to let the disappointment get to me as the slow trickle of urine turned into a steady stream, filling up my pull-up. I gave in to curiosity and took a quick glance down at my high-rise jeans. No leaks. The jeans fit well enough that any bulge from the pull-up was likely unperceivable to anyone but myself, though I suppose perhaps it was something that Lisa could notice, not that she was in my class this period. I knew the fastest route to every single restroom in the school, depending on which class I was leaving, and I made a beeline to the nearest one as soon as the bell rang. I turned to step into the restroom when I bumped into Lisa, who was doing the same from the opposite direction. We didn’t say anything to each other as we settled into adjacent stalls. I think we both had an idea of why each of us was actually there. At first, I had preferred going to a lesser-used restroom to change out of wet pull-ups, but I soon realized that any crinkling was much less noticeable with the background noise that comes with a larger, packed restroom. I slid my jeans off as well as I could manage in the stall and carefully swapped out a dry pull-up for the wet one, which I buried deep in the garbage can. I did manage to pee a little in the toilet as well, which would help if I was to stay dry until after the fourth period and our lunch break. I did hear a louder, crinkling sound coming from Lisa’s stall, which confirmed my earlier suspicion that she was back in diapers again. I did a double-take as we stepped out of the restroom. Claire was walking right toward us from the opposite direction. Our feud had come to a pause after the fight that got us both kicked off of the cheerleading squad. I hadn’t passed her in the hallway since the week before when I had gone to the drug store to purchase pull-ups for myself, only to find Claire manning the check-out station. I’d told Claire that I was getting the pull-ups for my sister and had threatened to get her fired if she said anything about the purchase. Still, it wouldn’t do any good to have Claire spreading rumors, and I wasn’t going to let her know how worried I was. I paused and leaned against the row of lockers as she approached, staring her down until she averted her eyes and passed by on the other side. It wasn’t until after Claire had passed by me that I turned and noticed Lisa standing motionless just outside the restroom door. “Thanks for that,” Lisa said quietly as we made our way down the hallway. I guessed that Lisa assumed that quiet confrontation between me and Claire had to do with the way that Claire had bullied Lisa by revealing her incontinence issues to the school. “Hold on a second,” Lisa said, coming to a stop. “There’s a problem I’m not sure how to deal with.” “What’s that?” Lisa, who’s about a half-foot taller than me, leaned down toward my ear. “I’m missing two diapers from my backpack,” Lisa whispered. “And you’re certain? When was the last time you checked?” “I had packed four, and I usually only change once or twice. But when I went to grab a clean one just now, there were only two left.” “No pull-ups?” I asked. “Can we not have that conversation here?” Lisa said, looking around at the crowded hallway. In here, I said, grabbing Lisa’s arm and pulling her aside into an empty classroom. “Yes, I’m taking a break from working on toilet training,” Lisa said, without turning to look at me. “It’s just been really stressful, and I couldn’t deal with the stress of trying to get to the toilet on time on top of everything else. But that’s not the point. The point is someone stole two of my diapers. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why anyone would take them?” I said. “Pretty much everyone at school already knows. And no one really has cared about it after the first week or so. Is it possible that you didn’t pack as many as you thought, or could they have fallen out of the backpack?” “No, I definitely put them in there this morning, and there isn’t any way they would have fallen out.” “So you definitely think someone took them?” “Yeah.” “That still doesn’t make any sense. Can’t see why someone would do that.” “Probably some freak who wears them for fun.” “People do that?” “People do everything, Sarah, but yeah, everything includes using diapers. Everyone at school knows that I have them in my backpack, so my bet is some weirdo grabbed them, though I can’t figure out when that could have happened.” I couldn’t think of any suggestions either, and I couldn’t get over the weird idea that someone would intentionally choose to wear diapers without any actual need for them. “We need to get going, or we’re going to be late to your uncle’s class,” I said, as I started to walk back out of the classroom. “Wait,” Lisa said, as I stepped toward the door. “I had a question about the sleepover.” “Yeah, what about it?” “So, like, what are we going to do at the sleepover?” I almost said something a little sarcastic back and then remembered that Lisa hadn’t ever had the opportunity to have a sleepover with friends before. So it was a fair question. “Well, I’m sure we can watch some movies, maybe even teach Samantha and Desi how to play some video games.” “That’s not what I meant. You’re going to tell them, right?” “Tell them what?” “You know what I mean. About your bedwetting.” Why did Lisa have to be bringing up this conversation now? “I can’t.” “Of course you can. Desi and Samantha already know about me, and they’ve never made it an issue.” “It’s too embarrassing.” “And having the whole school find out I wear diapers wasn’t?” “Lisa, I’m really sorry you had to go through that, but you know what that was like, so please don’t make me.” Lisa sighed. “Fine, but it would really just be easier if you told them than if they end up finding out because accident at some point.” The bell rang in the hallway again, signaling we needed to be at our next classes. “Don’t worry about me,” I told her. “The sleepover is going to be a blast.”

I'm not sure if it's an improvement in the mom front so much as Sarah managed to out-manipulate her for a change. As for treatment, Sarah and her mom both have their own reasons for that being avoided, so it's unlikely, at least in the short term. Thanks! Sarah's plan's often come with some unintended consequences, so we'll have to see how the sleepover goes. The way that the mom attempts to keep her mistreatment of Sarah private is one of the more sinister aspects of it, and shows she knows as some level how abnormal her treatment of her daughter is. What also is working against Sarah is the fact that she is actually having the incontinence issues, so while her mom's behavior is abusive, Sarah's actual need for diapers and pull-ups adds a tiny bit of legitimacy to her mom's actions, which creates some doubt for Sarah. And yes, the upcoming sleepover chapters are going to be quite good. We've got one more chapter before that though.

Chapter 43: The Request The blue lines on my alarm clock blurred together in the early morning hours. I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes before taking another look to see what the time was. Five-thirty-seven in the morning. I shifted under my covers and rolled onto my back, checking my diaper with one hand. All dry. Not that being dry did me any good at the moment. I had about a fifty percent chance of waking up before I peed in my nighttime diaper based on how the past month had gone. I also had a one hundred percent chance of the diaper being wet by the time Mom got me out of bed and allowed me to go to the bathroom to use the toilet and get showered for school. Even when I woke up dry, the urge to pee was way more than I could hold for several hours. And in the unlikely event that I was able to fall asleep despite the distractions from my bladder, that just meant waking up to a wet diaper later on. The worst times were like today when I woke up super early in the morning. Mom had made her nighttime rules abundantly clear. I was to wear a diaper to bed, and the diaper wasn’t supposed to come off for any reason until she came to get me in the morning. Mom told me that the point was for me to practice holding my bladder the entire night. I did get the point she was trying to make, but at the same time, the rules seemed to accomplish what appeared to be Mom’s other two main goals. There wasn’t any wet bedding that needed to be washed, and she didn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night to help me with the diaper. There were a few times when I had woken up dry late enough in the morning where I had then attempted to stay dry until Mom had come to get me up. The best I had come to staying dry a whole night had been holding it in until about fifteen minutes before Mom had come in to wake me up. This was not one of those mornings. Stifling a yawn so as not to wake my younger sister Emilia, who I had to share a bedroom with, I sat upright on my knees in the bed and let my bladder do what it had been urging me to let it do. It was much easier to pee while sitting up or standing than it was while lying down. The only times I’d wet the diaper while lying down had been after attempting to hold my bladder as long as I possibly could. At least it was warm right now. It wouldn’t be when I woke up again a few hours later. If I was lucky enough, I’d be able to fall back asleep before the diaper got cold and irritating to my skin. --- “Emilia, go and check to see if your sister stayed dry last night.” I felt a tug on my blanket and then a rush of coldness as I was rudely uncovered by my sister, who had become enthusiastic about her part in our role reversal. “Wet!” I was now alone in needing to be checked on in the morning. Mom didn’t need to check Emilia anymore. Any nighttime accident – not that there had been any in the past month – would have been incredibly obvious given that Emilia had been allowed to wear regular underwear to bed for a while now. The past month had been as if a magic switch had been flipped for my little sister. Not a single accident, day or night. Not even a tiny leak or some desperate close calls. But Mom’s final success with Emilia’s toilet training made her all the more frustrated with me. She was convinced that her methods were right, and therefore there must be something that I was doing wrong. After hearing the expected reply from my sister, Mom slipped into the bedroom, slid a changing pad under my bottom, and speedily removed the soggy diaper, handing it to Emilia to toss into the diaper bin. Once Mom had finished wiping me clean, I lay on the bed while they left the room and didn’t get up until I was certain I could hear Mom and my sister in the kitchen. I grabbed some fresh clothes from the dresser – high-waisted jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie – and then discreetly reached into my dirty laundry hamper and removed a pull-up with rainbows on it. This was the third morning since I had managed to hide all my daytime accidents from Mom for a whole week, an accomplishment that was the result of the extra pull-ups I had managed to purchase from the drugstore. The extra pull-ups had allowed me to still have accidents at school while being able to replenish the stack of pull-ups Mom provided me with so that she didn’t realize how many pull-ups I was actually going through. But now, with my daytime toilet training supposedly complete, Mom was no longer monitoring what I was wearing during the day. That didn’t mean I was going to switch over to panties. The frequency of my daytime accidents hadn’t abated, leaving me to reluctantly admit that I still needed to wear pull-ups. The only time I would change into regular underwear would be right before bed, as Mom would be removing my clothes to change me into a nighttime diaper, but that was usually only for about twenty minutes or so, so avoiding an accident during those times wasn’t an issue at all. As I stepped into the shower, I began to silently rehearse my plan for breakfast. --- I finished my full glass of orange juice without complaint. With the pull-ups I had purchased at the pharmacy last week, having an accident or two at school wouldn’t matter, as Mom wasn’t going to be able to find out. Being able to drink as much as I needed to again was making me feel much better, and I was having an easier time paying attention in my classes again. The majority of my previous attempts to re-toilet train myself had focused more on avoiding accidents, primarily because of the consequences Mom had associated with them. Now, I was focused more on trying to hold my bladder longer while staying hydrated, and not worrying about the couple of accidents that typically happened during school. While I hadn’t made any progress yet, Lisa had insisted that staying well-hydrated was necessary for successful toilet training. Being mostly back in Mom’s good graces – aside from the nightly bedwetting – opened up some new possibilities in the coming weeks. I’d been cooped up so much in the past month that the thought of a sleepover, even though that came with the possibility of Samantha and Desi discovering my bedwetting, sounded like a lot of fun. Now seemed like as good a time as any to ask Mom for something. She was in a good mood this morning. I’d been out of any trouble recently. I was back to getting good grades now that I was less worried about accidents at school. And Mom believed that my daytime wetting issues were all behind me. I waited until Mom had finished chewing a mouthful of pancakes before springing the question on her. “Mom, can I ask you something?” “I don’t know. What is it about?” “Would it be OK for me to go to Lisa’s place for a sleepover?” Mom turned toward me, a look of utter confusion on her face. “Sarah,” she said, still sounding confused about the request. “No, you can’t have a sleepover, not with your bedwetting. What would Lisa think about that? Why don’t you just plan on doing something in the day instead?” “But Lisa knows about my bedwetting.” Mom’s eyes widened and her lips pursed together. Mom had never needed to tell me not to tell anyone about my bedwetting. But she had never had to. For one thing, it wasn’t information I would have volunteered to anyone. But to the best of my knowledge, Mom had never told anyone else about my bedwetting, either. And it was clear from her expression that she wasn’t happy that Lisa had found out. “You told her what?” Mom said, as if she couldn’t believe what she had heard. I couldn’t tell Mom the truth about how Lisa had uncovered my bladder issues and then confronted me about it when I was at her house to study. I suspected Mom wouldn’t be happy with others knowing about my daytime accidents, and I certainly wasn’t going to violate my friend’s privacy and reveal Lisa’s daytime incontinence issues without her permission, either. “When I was over at her place, I ended up sitting down on her bed, and it was super crinkly, just like mine is with the waterproof sheet. She told me about her bedwetting, but she was really upset and embarrassed by it, so I told her that I did as well, to make her feel better.” I had spent the past week debating with myself about the best way to ask for a sleepover. Telling Mom that Lisa already knew about the bedwetting was key, but I wanted to frame it in a way that focused more on me trying to help my friends than on the fact that I told someone else about the bedwetting. The next objection Mom raised was one that I had fully anticipated. “But how are you going to get a diaper on for bed?” Mom hadn’t let me try to put on a diaper myself, and, to be honest, I suspected that I would have a bit of difficulty at first with getting it on. I decided that relying on Lisa’s experience was again the best choice. “Lisa will be able to help me get it on if I have any trouble. I mean, she’s been wearing them to bed her whole life, so she knows how to get them on without any issues.” I didn’t say that Samantha and Desi would be at the sleepover as well. I didn’t say that it would be only with Lisa, but I did my best to leave that impression without explicitly saying so. My two other friends did present a problem. They were in the dark about my bedwetting, and I intended to keep that the case. But I had the perfect plan to maintain that secret. “But what if your diaper leaks?” Mom asked, clearly not through with her objections yet. “Mom, I’m sure Lisa knows how to deal with leaks. She has a mattress protector, and the bed is more than big enough for the both of us.” Mom fell silent and let both her hands fall to her hips. I could see how flummoxed she was now that all of her objections had been countered. I felt a bit hopeful. Mom could be strict about things like this, but she always gave reasons to back up her decisions. She wasn’t going to arbitrarily say no to a sleepover if she couldn’t give a good reason for why I shouldn’t be allowed to. “Alright, you can go on a sleepover, if, and only if, I don’t see any more bad grades from you, and you don’t have a repeat of the accidents you’ve been having in the day.” That was as good an offer as I felt I was going to get. “I can do that,” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. “When’s the sleepover going to be happening?” “Don’t know yet, Lisa had offered to do it, but we were waiting to see if you’d be OK with it before deciding on a date, but I’d probably go home with her on a Saturday after a Fortnite team match or practice.” “That will work, but you’ll need to let me know when you have a date decided on.” I felt a wave of contentment flow over me as I finished the remainder of my breakfast, even going so far as to partially refill my cup with a few more ounces of orange juice. Life was getting as close to normal as it had in a long time.

Have some new chapters coming! Re-posting this synopsis to make it easier to find and get caught up with where things are. Synopsis: The Story so Far Sarah’s mom follows an extremely strict potty-training regimen with her youngest daughter, 3-and-a-half-year-old Emilia, who isn’t fully potty trained, but that strict sense of rules and discipline is similar in other aspects of her parenting, as 14-year-old Sarah often is the recipient of thorough spankings if she gets poor grades or misbehaves in other ways. For Emilia, too many potty-training mishaps result in being put back into pull-ups, or worse, being put into diapers and treated like a baby, which is often her fate. Sarah’s friends at school, Samantha and Desi, invite Sarah to a sleepover in a couple of weeks. Sarah’s mom has always forbidden sleepovers, in part because Sarah had been a bedwetter up until several years ago, but Sarah feels like she might be able to convince her mom about it for once now that she is in high school. At cheerleading practice, Sarah has to deal with a fellow freshman, Claire, who is jealous that Sarah has gotten the better assignments with the team. At one of the first practices, they are going through a maneuver where Sarah is tossed in the air, but the girls who tossed Sarah fail to catch her, letting Sarah take a hard fall onto the ground. Later that day, while doing some research on her computer into some new things they could attempt to finally get Emilia potty trained, Sarah wets her pants for the first time since she was a toddler, but as she is alone in her room, she is able to clean up the accident. And with being responsible for washing her own clothes, she can hide that from her mom as well. Besides that accident, Sarah is discovering that she is needing to go to the bathroom much more frequently and urgently than before. Sarah is able to convince her mother to allow her to go to the sleepover, but only after she turns 15 in a few weeks. Sarah wets the bed that night. For Sarah, who had been a bedwetter as an older child, this was her first bedwetting accident in years. She is able to hide the accident by falsely claiming that Emilia’s diaper had leaked, as her little sister had snuck into Sarah’s bed in the middle of the night. After those two accidents, and a close call at school the following day, Sarah takes the step of trying on her little sister’s pull-ups, testing them out to find out that they appear able to hold one of her bladder accidents. Sarah continues her scheme of using the pull-ups both at home and in school to hide future bladder accidents, though getting away with hiding her new underwear while being on the gymnastics team requires a lot of stealth and care. At school, Sarah befriends Lisa, a shy fellow freshman who is getting bullied by Claire. Desi is welcoming of having someone else take part in their friend group, though Samantha is leery of that development. While disposing of one of her own pull-ups in a school bathroom, Sarah discovers that another student appears to have thrown away an adult-style pull-up, leading her to wonder who else in the school is experiencing a similar problem to herself. Sarah decides to go to a try-out for a newly created Fortnite team at the school, and Lisa is at the tryout as well. Both girls make the team, though Lisa is far and away the better player. At the sleepover, the Sarah, Samantha, and Desi play a game of Truth or Dare, where it is revealed that Samantha’s younger brother is still a bedwetter who wears pull-ups at night. Upon that discovery, Samantha gets dared to wear the pull-up, while Desi gets dared to urinate in it. Sarah sees the pull-up as an opportunity to be able to avoid the risk of wetting herself during the sleepover. Once she thinks all her friends are asleep, she sneaks off to grab a pull-up from Samantha’s brother’s bedroom, only to discover that Samantha appears to be making her brother wet the bed by holding his hand in a bowl of warm water. Sarah takes the pull-up but doesn’t let Samantha know what she had seen. While her sister’s pull-ups are mostly reliable, Sarah finds herself becoming overconfident with them, resulting in a leak that her younger sister notices, and immediately alerts her mother about. Her mother is upset about the accident and is frustrated that Sarah is setting such a poor example for a younger sibling she is working hard to potty trained. Sarah’s mom requires her to go back to wearing the pull-ups for a week, as a way to show that she was consistent in applying the same rules to both sisters. One daytime accident means needing to wear a pull-up until you are dry for a week. Two accidents in one day mean being put back in diapers for the rest of the day and the following day. Nighttime accidents are counted separately. Sarah has another bedwetting accident the night after being put back into pull-ups, but this time she is unable to hide it from her mother as the pull-up leaked all over the bed. She continues to have nighttime accidents, which she is unable to hide from her mother. Daytime is a different story, Sarah is able to continue to take some of Emilia’s pull-ups, and wear those during school, which is where most of her accidents happen as she isn’t always able to leave the classroom every single time she needs to go to the bathroom. At the end of cheerleading practice, Sarah gets into a fight with Claire, who had looked inside her backpack to find Emilia’s pull-ups. While Sarah is able to explain away the pull-up as being something for her sister, the cheerleading coach tells both girls that any future fighting could result in their dismissal from the team. Sarah’s nighttime wetting continues, with the pull-ups remaining completely ineffective. Her mom orders a package of adult diapers to use for Sarah at night instead and requires Sarah to keep them on the entire night, with no getting up to ask for a change or use the bathroom in the middle of the night. At school, Sarah goes to the library and uses a computer another student had accidently stayed logged in to do some research about her bladder issues but wasn’t able to find any clear answers to her problem. Her mother is leery of going to doctors, and Sarah is unwilling to see the school nurse, as that would result in her mother finding out that the extent of Sarah’s problem is much worse than she is aware of. With the aide of her sister’s pull-ups, Sarah is able to go a week of hiding all of her daytime accidents from her mother and is rewarded with being able to go back into her regular panties, but another accident at home just a couple days later has her right back into pull-ups again. While Sarah normally gets assigned to do any group projects with Samantha and Desi, she instead gets assigned to do a group project for history class with Lisa, who happens to be the niece of the history teacher. Lisa, who lives with her aunt and uncle, invites Sarah to come over to her house for a study session. While studying (and playing videogames) at Lisa’s place, her friend works up the courage to confront Sarah about her pull-up use, before revealing excitedly that they both share the same condition. Sarah avoids going into the actually details of her bladder issues and the way her mom has handled the situation, instead letting it appear that it has also been something she’s dealt with her entire life. Lisa tells Sarah about her background (Note: This part is covered in the story, “Diapers Never Lie”), about how she has had incontinence issues her whole life and how the abuse she suffered from both her parents led her to live with her aunt and uncle. Sarah’s streak of being able to avoid her mom noticing two accidents in one day comes to an end, and her mom follows through with the same punishment that Emilia would get for that offense. Sarah gets put back into diapers for the day. Sarah’s mom then turns to more drastic measures to get both of her kids out of diapers. She ordered laxatives as constipation can be a cause of bedwetting and bladder issues. Both Sarah and Emilia have to take the laxatives while wearing diapers, which they were required to mess in. The school bully, Claire, manages to get a hold of one of Lisa’s diapers from her backpack, and taunts Lisa about it in the hallway after school. Sarah decides to get revenge against Claire, taking note of the threat from the cheerleading coach that any additional fighting between her and Claire would result in both getting tossed from the team. Sarah instigates a fight between them, resulting in detention plus a suspension from the team. Other drama at school quickly eclipses the incident with Lisa’s diapers, and the introverted freshman is able to avoid unwanted attention from her classmates. Samantha, who had at first been annoyed with Lisa joining in with their friend group, is now much more at ease with Lisa taking part in activities with herself, Sarah, and Desi. The laxatives that Sarah’s mom used appear to be helping Emilia get potty trained, as Sarah’s younger sister is almost completely accident free. This puts Sarah in a bind as she doesn’t have the ability to take any of her sister’s pull-ups without her mom noticing a suspicious decrease. Sarah is too afraid to wear a pull-up to school, seeing how her classmates had tormented Lisa makes her dread what would happen if she wet her pants in class. Sarah decides to have one accident on purpose at home, to get mom to at least put her back in pull-ups, figuring that as long as she can avoid having two daytime accidents on the same day (that would mean going back to diapers the next day) that she would then at least have the ability to have a pull-up on while going to school. Sarah’s plan backfires when she has a second accident that evening, this time into the pull-up, which leaves her going to bed fearful of how she is going to be wearing diapers the next day at school. Instead of making Sarah wear diapers to school, her mom calls the school to say that Sarah is sick, and has her daughter stay home for the day. Sarah is thoroughly treated like a baby, being made to drink from a bottle and sit in a highchair for meals. Emilia, whose potty training has finally been successful and now is wearing underwear full-time, has been enlisted to help with the babying of her older sister. This treatment continues on and off for the next month, causing Sarah to have issues in school with her grades, and leaving her friends concerned for her as well. To try and get out of this cycle of babying, Sarah makes a trip to the drug store to purchase some pull-ups of her own, which she plans to use to conceal her daytime accidents from her mom and trick her into believing that she is toilet trained again during the day.

Yes, Sarah isn't doing herself any favors with how she is hiding her problems. And everything she does to hide has the potential to make things worse down the road. I don't think the question is whether her friends are willing to help, we've seen that Desi and Samantha have befriended Lisa despite her incontinence issues. It's a matter of whether Sarah is willing to let Lisa and them help. You're welcome! Thanks! Claire's presence in the last chapter had more to do with needing some tension with Sarah meeting someone she knew while shopping for pull-ups. Based on how Sarah's relationships with other characters go, it was the one that fit the best with how the plot is going to go from here. Sarah and her mom both share the same motivation for their secrets, and perhaps it could be that that is a unconsciously learned behavior that Sarah picked up on, but both keep secrets to hide parts of their lives that show things aren't normal or out of their control.

Yes, I tried to keep Sarah's goal this chapter a bit ambiguous at the start. But yes, it's only for a bit, but Sarah does deserve a break from the crazy babying. Oops, got that fixed. Thanks!

Chapter 42: The Countdown Thirty-one minutes left. Textbooks, pens, pencils, crumpled papers, candy wrappers, an empty water bottle, and an assortment of other academic odds and ends lay spread out across the bedsheet, a result of the haphazard emptying of my backpack, which I had unceremoniously flipped upside down the moment I was certain Mom was headed down the road on her way to pick Emilia up from preschool. I wasn’t entirely sure of how much room I would need in my backpack, so I gave myself I much as I could. Though that meant I’d need to make sure to give myself extra time to clean up again once I returned home. I slipped my jeans back on over the pull-up, making sure the purple outline of the pull-up wasn’t visible over the top of my pants. After leaving the bedroom, I glanced out the front window again toward the driveway, confirming once more that Mom’s car was absent. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I either had to leave right now or wait until the next opportunity when I’d be left at home by myself. No time to think things over again. No time to revise the plans I’d been carefully considering for the last several weeks. The thought of having to spend another day kept in diapers and held home from school won out over the anxiety of everything that could go wrong and the consequences that would bring. I stepped into the garage and carefully shut the door behind me. As I stood next to my bicycle, I double-checked that I had everything that I needed. The money to pay for my purchase was safely in my pocket. I had the spare key to make sure I’d be able to get back into the house when I returned. And I had the bike lock tucked inside the backpack. No way was I going to end up walking home because someone had snagged my bike while I was inside shopping. Twenty-six minutes left. My hair flew back from my face as I biked down the sidewalk away from home. I attempted to act casual as I glided across the pavement, but while I wasn’t racing, I also wasn’t going at a meandering pace. According to Google Maps, it should only take me about five minutes to get to the pharmacy, leaving me with more than enough time to get what I needed to get and to return home well before Mom was back. I couldn’t avoid glancing ahead every time I heard an approaching car as I made my way down the road. I knew there was no way that I’d see Mom’s car coming toward me at this point, but the need to look up and assuage my fears was too great for me to resist. I nearly swerved off the sidewalk in shock on one occasion when I looked to see a car that was the same make and model as Mom’s, only to be relieved to see that the front passenger seat wasn’t empty. Having gotten out of the neighborhood, I approached the one major intersection I was going to need to cross. I could make out the pharmacy across the road, standing by itself next to a half-deserted strip mall. I came to a stop at the traffic light, as the crossing indicator was red, quickly tapping the button that supposedly made the crosswalk change lights faster, not that it ever seemed to do that for me. As I stood by myself at the intersection, I felt as if the eyes of everyone in every passing vehicle were bearing down on me, wondering what I was doing and where I was going. I knew each stranger passing by me wouldn’t give me a second thought – if they even managed to give me a first one – but the knowledge of what I was going to buy on this shopping trip was making me extremely self-conscious. I noticed myself unconsciously tugging my shirt down to cover the top of my pants. Time seemed to be passing much faster than I wanted it to as I stood impatiently next to my bike. I’d never noticed how long it took to cross an intersection like this before. But I’d also never needed to do so this urgently. A minute had already passed by on the countdown on my phone. And doubt began to creep back in. I didn’t have to cross the road. I could still turn back, park the bicycle where I left it in the garage, remove my jeans, and re-fill my backpack with all my school supplies. Everything would be exactly as it had been before Mom had left to pick up Emilia. She wouldn’t know I had been gone. But then the crossing symbol turned white, and I swung my leg back over the bike and pedaled across, not really thinking through what I was doing. I was going forward only because going back wasn’t an option. Twenty minutes left. I removed the bike lock from the backpack and secured the bike to the metal rack next to the side of the building. The parking lot wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. I glanced back and forth as I walked to the entrance. My biggest fear was that I would see someone that I knew. Seeing someone right now wouldn’t be an issue. I had a couple of alibis I had thought up, but it wouldn’t do to run into an acquaintance after I had grabbed what I was going to purchase. I snatched a shopping basket from a stack right inside the entryway and began walking around the edge of the store. It had taken me seven minutes to bike to the pharmacy with a nearly two-minute delay at the intersection. Even if the crossing light took as long to appear on my way back home, that still meant I had about ten minutes to complete my shopping. As I walked around the edge of the store, I glanced inside each of the aisles that I passed. They were tall enough that you couldn’t look over them, which would be nice to give me some privacy when I reached the aisle I was aiming for, but they made it difficult for me to see if there was anyone I knew in the store. I counted about a dozen other shoppers wandering through the aisles by the time I had nearly completed a full circle of the store. Not anyone I knew, but enough that I wanted to make my purchase and get out of there. It seemed too weird to only purchase one item, so before heading to the aisle I was aiming for, I stopped and grabbed a pack of mini candy bars and a couple of individual bottled iced coffees. I paused for several seconds after grabbing the coffee, which would alleviate some of my problems of sleeping at school now that I wouldn’t be worried about having too many accidents. I glanced at my phone to see three minutes had already passed by. I took a deep breath to steady myself and hastened over to the baby aisle. The baby aisle wasn’t hard to find. I’d been there plenty of times before on shopping trips with Mom to pick up pull-ups and diapers for Emilia. To my great relief, no one else was in the aisle when I entered. I found the nighttime pull-ups I had been looking for at the far end of the aisle and grabbed the only two packages of the largest size. I had planned on buying a third if it looked like it would fit in my backpack, but two packs would be more than enough for the moment. I continued walking through the aisle but took a hasty step back as I rounded the corner. I had stumbled across Claire, who, though she had her back turned to me, appeared to be looking through a selection of makeup on the far wall. Back in the privacy of the diaper aisle. I rapidly considered my options. Of all the people I didn’t want to have witnessed me purchasing pull-ups, Claire was at the top of the list. I could put the pull-ups back and just buy the coffee and candy bars and return another day. Or I could make a beeline for the exit and make my purchase before Claire was finished with her shopping. The checkout counter was completely obscured from where Claire was looking at the back of the store, and it couldn’t take more than a minute to finish it. Besides, unless she got a close look at the pull-ups, she wouldn’t have any evidence that they were for me and not my younger sister. I held the basket in front of me as I walked toward the entrance counter so that on the off chance that Claire had somehow managed to look back and spot me, she wouldn’t see the contents of what I was carrying. An elderly woman was checking out another customer at the only open cash register when I got to the front of the store. I stepped in line, holding the shopping basket as discreetly as I could. Thankfully, the customer only had a small purchase and was nearly finished buying it. They took the bag and then I nervously stepped forward. My hands felt like they were shaking as I lifted the two bags of pull-ups out of the basket and set them on the counter, along with the candy bars and iced coffees. I was very grateful that the cashier wasn’t making any comments or observations about what I was purchasing. Then the phone range. “Oops, I need to grab that. I’ve been expecting an urgent call,” the lady said, after taking a peek at the caller ID. “Let me get one of our new associates to ring you up while I take that.” I stood, frozen, as the two bags of pull-ups were left exposed on the top of the counter. The lady picked up the phone, asked if the caller could be on hold for a second, and then walked speedily around the corner. I stood impatiently at the checkout counter, not daring to turn around in case Claire was in sight behind me. About twenty seconds later, I felt a bit of relief as the elderly cashier came around the corner. But Claire was walking right beside her. I hadn’t noticed it when Claire’s back had been turned to me, but now it was obvious that she had a pharmacy employee uniform on. As they approached, I heard the cashier talking to Claire. “I’ve got to take this phone call about the shipping delays. I’ll need you to take over the checking station until I’ve got that resolved.” The lady picked up the phone and Claire walked awkwardly to the opposite side of the checkout counter. We stared at each other for a moment before I broke the silence. “What are you doing here?” I said to Claire, who seemed to have been so focused on me that she hadn’t yet glanced down at what I was purchasing. “Mom made me get this job, since I wasn’t going to be busy with cheerleading after school. No thanks to you.” I bit my tongue. The last thing I needed right now was causing a big scene with an argument with Claire, who turned to punch a few things in on the computer before ringing up my purchase. I could feel my cheeks going red at the thought of her ringing up the pull-ups. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice that the pull-ups were my size. Maybe she would think they were for my sister. “I knew it,” Claire muttered, as she took her time rotating the pull-ups while looking for the barcode. “That’s for my sister,” I said, trying to act nonchalant as I automatically gave the pre-planned excuse. “Sure, they are,” Claire responded sarcastically. “Tell anyone, and I will make sure you get fired.” Claire’s eyes flashed at the threat, and she shut her mouth and quickly finished ringing up and bagging the candy and iced coffees. I felt fairly confident that the threat would hold. And besides, she didn’t have any actual proof. If she did say anything at school, I could pass it off as just a lame attempt to get back at me for getting her kicked off of the cheerleading team. “That will be twenty-one dollars and seventeen cents,” the cashier said. I wiped my now sweaty hand on the back of my pants before reaching into my pocket and pulling out a twenty and a ten, which I handed to Claire while attempting to avoid any further eye contact with her. “Here’s your change. Do you want the receipt?” Claire said in a monotone voice, falling back into what must be her normal routine while working the cash register. I wouldn’t normally have taken it. But there was absolutely no way I was going to leave Claire with proof that I had made the purchase. “Yes,” I said, grabbing it quickly out of her hand and turning toward the door. Nine minutes left A huge feeling of relief swept over me as I exited the store and deposited the pull-ups into my backpack. The worst of it was over. The urge to pee suddenly came over me. While I would have been able to make it inside to use the bathroom, I was on a tight schedule to go home. I instead let my bladder go right then and there, feeling the warmth of the pull-up filling up between my legs. Letting go of the stress of having Mom count each and every one of my accidents was so freeing, as if a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had less time to return home than I would have liked, but thankfully had given myself enough leeway that, even if crossing the intersection took two minutes again, I would be home before the earliest possible moment that Mom could be back. And in all likelihood, I still had a few more minutes to spare past that. My backpack was uncomfortably heavy as I waited at the stoplight again. I was glad now that I had only gotten two of the packs, rather than three, even though it meant I’d have to make the trip back to the pharmacy sooner rather than later. Four minutes left. The passing street sign told me I had only a little more than a block to go before I got home. A glance at my phone told me that I was returning well within my target time. I had initially been bothered by running into Claire at the store. But, as I had thought about the situation while I biked home, I realized it wasn’t likely going to be a problem. The first thing was that she didn’t have any proof that I had made the purchase. Yes, she could tell people at school that I did, but that could be dismissed as her just being mad about not being on the cheerleading team anymore. And while I didn’t have any intention of following through with my threat of filing a complaint against her if she told people about the purchase, that should also be enough to get Claire to remain silent. One minute left. Back home, I ran through a mental checklist to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. New pull-ups hidden in my dirty laundry hamper, a place Mom would never consider checking since I did my own laundry. Check. Back-pack refilled. Check. Wet pull-up was changed and discreetly thrown away. Check. I had a new pull-up on that had the same rainbow design as the one I had tossed. Check. Everything was set up exactly as it had been before Mom left. Check. The buzzer on my alarm went off, and I took a peek through the window. No sign of Mom’s car down the road. But thirty-two minutes had been the quickest I’d ever recorded her making the drive. The average was thirty-six, so I had a few minutes to relax before she arrived home. I decided to use the time to get a head start on my homework. Now, everything was on its way back to normal, or as close to it as I could manage for the time being. With my spare pull-ups, Mom wouldn’t have a clue as to any of the accidents I was having at school. And, as long as I avoided any accidents at home, I would be free from her daytime-potty training in a week. I thought again about Lisa’s offer to have the sleepover at her house, rather than just a daytime hangout at Samantha’s. Why did she have to make that request sound so reasonable? It wasn’t for me. It meant trying to get Mom to let me spend the night elsewhere while I was bedwetting. And I would have to tell Mom about Lisa’s bedwetting, and then her aunt and uncle would find out, and Samantha and Desi as well. I’d been so focused on hiding these secrets ever since the accidents had begun a couple of months back that the thought of having that many other people know was petrifying. Either way, I didn’t have to decide at this moment. I knew Mom well enough to know that requesting her to unground me so that I could go to a friend’s place or a sleepover would require that she be in a really good mood, so I would need to wait a week of hiding my daytime accidents from Mom before I would raise that question with her. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway several minutes later roused me from my studying. I stayed at my desk as I heard Mom unlock the door and let herself and my sister back into the house. “Emilia, go check your sister’s pull-up and remind her to go potty.” I heard the patter of my little sister’s feet as she ran eagerly down the hallway. She’d greatly enjoyed this role reversal. The embarrassment of having to deal with my little sister assisting with potty training me was tempered by the knowledge that it would only need to go on for another week. I couldn’t wait for the week to be over.

You're welcome! Yes, a sleepover would lead to a lot of complications. Not a sure thing that her mom will let her spend the night anywhere though. Thanks! That does seem to be her modus operandi Yes, it's much better when these stories are only fictional. Thanks!