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[StoneRiver76]

Training the Maid

 

            Chapter1:

            It had been six months since Mariela was cut from her job, and because of that, she had been out on the streets for the last four months, scraping by with whatever kindness strangers would leave her as they walked by.

            The twenty-three year old got up from the curb she was sitting on, her shorts caked in stains and dirt along with her face and hands.  Her shirt was ripped in the back which exposed her dingy bra strap.  She smelled from not having a proper shower for days, and looked around before making her way towards the nearby McDonalds with what little change she had.

            She walked into the fast food, and immediately, an employee stopped her.

            “What are you doing here?”

            “I was just going to use the restroom.”

            “The restrooms in here are for paying customers,” the young girl told her.

            “Yes, I have money.”

            “Let me see.”

            Mariela sighed and reached into her pocket and pulled out two wrinkled dollar bills, six dimes, and 8 nickels.  “That’s enough to get something, right?”

            The employee shook her head.  “It’s not that much.  I’ll take your money for you and get you some food.  My manager will not let you order like you are.”

            “That’s fine,” Mariela held her stomach.  “I don’t really care what it pays to eat, I just want anything.  And now, may I use your restroom?”

            “No.  The bathrooms in this establishment are clean, and people are doing to doubt that if they see you coming out like you are.  Just wait here, and I’ll get your food.”

            “But….”

            “Look, if you move from this spot, I’m not going to hunt you down.  You’ll lose your money for nothing.  So, either you want to eat, or you don’t.”

            Mariela nodded.

            She was put just outside the restaurant door to wait, and while she didn’t think the girl meant to rob her, she did feel anxious to be separated from the only money she had for the night and probably the only meal she’d get with it.

            It took an eternity for the girl to come back, but while the girl was gone, another woman walked up to her, and she lightly patted her on the shoulder to let her know she was there.

            “I’m sorry,” Mariela said sadly as she moved aside thinking she was blocking the door.

            “Sorry?” a taller blond girl asked.

            “I was in your way, right?” Mariela asked.

            “No, sweetie.  I was just wandering, what are you doing out here all by yourself, and where are your parents.”

            “That’s nice of you, miss, but I’m actually twenty-three years old.”

            The woman dwarfed Mariela easily, and so the woman shook her head at the little dirty girl and shrugged. 

            “Baby, you don’t need to lie to me.  I’m not going to turn you into the police if that’s what you are scared of.  You’re probably an illegal Mexican, right?  And your parents sent you to get food because they thought the police wouldn’t harass a child.  Am I not right?”

            Mariela shook her head.  “No ma’am.  I really am twenty-three years old.”

            The woman sighed.  “Okay, well, you are obviously waiting to go in to get something.  Did you decide you didn’t have enough money?  Maybe I can help.”

            Mariela shook her head.  “A nice young girl is getting my food for me.”

            The woman shook her head and took the little girl by the hand and started to walk her into the restaurant.

            “Come on, baby.  Let’s get you and your family some food.  I’m not buying any of this.”

            Mariela tried to pull her hand back, but he woman was locked on to her wrist pretty good, and she pulled the little lady right into the store and they stood at the back of a line with twelve people in it.

            Mariela squirmed a little bit, hoping she wouldn’t wet her pants in front of everyone while they were waiting to go to the front.  She knew if she got caught in the restroom, the girl would get her thrown out and keep her money.

            However, the tall blond that was with her, saw poor Mariela grabbing at her crotch and dancing around from time to time.

            “You poor little child!  You need to pee, don’t you?”

            Mariela looked down and mumbled about not being allowed to go.

            “Nonsense,” Susan told her.  “I’m not in a hurry.  I don’t care if we lose our place in line, you are going to the bathroom before you wet your pants, sweetie.”

            She walked the girl, grabbing her tightly by the wrist again so she couldn’t pull away, and she marched her right into the sparkling clean restroom.

            Susan stood by the sink.

            “Go ahead go in the potty, baby.  I’ll be right here, so if anyone tries to ask what you are doing in here, I’ll tell them I’m taking care of you.”

            Mariela sighed and went into the toilet.  She had no reason to fight what the lady was doing for her.  It felt good to finally get to pee after waiting for who knows how long it was taking.

            When Mariela came out of the toilets, the woman motioned for her to come to the sink, and she put the little woman’s hands into the water and started to wash them for her as if Mariela was a toddler or something.

            “Ma’am, I do know how to wash my hands,” she tried to tell her, but the blond woman was not listening to her complaints as she washed her hands so they were cleaner than they had been in a while.  When you were on the streets, it was hard to get soap, and normally, she felt too nervous being in a restroom like in McDonalds to clean her hands well enough because other people wanted to use the sink, and she also noted how black the sink got as she washed her hands in it.

            “They are going to be pissed that I got the sink dirty,” Mariela told the nice though pretty stern and meddling woman.

            “Who, honey?  Your parents?”

            “No, ma’am.  I’m really an adult.  The restaurant staff really told me to wait outside, and they told me if I went to the bathroom, I’d lose the money she took from me to get me something to eat.”

            “Well, she’s no longer in charge of you eating, is she?” the taller woman said matter-of-factly.  “I’m going to take care of you for now, and make sure you get something to eat.  If you really are a woman, and not a child, then you really should be ashamed at how dirty you’ve allowed yourself to become.”

            Mariela lowered her head in shame.  She was ashamed of how she couldn’t take a shower, how she probably smelled, and how that she didn’t even have a place to live or nicer clothes to wear.

            “What is your name, anyway, sweetheart?”

            “Mariela,” she mumbled up at the meddler.

            “My name is Susan.  When we get up to the front, our story will be you are my niece from out of town, and you are dirty because you didn’t get a bath yet after being on the road for a while, and you got mad at my place because I was telling you what to do, telling you to get in the bathroom and clean yourself up or something like that.”

            Mariela looked down.

            “If you do what I say, you can get a meal not only tonight, but I’ll take you home so you can get a bath, and let you at least get one night of a good rest, okay?”

            Mariela sighed and nodded.  Even if she didn’t like the way it was happening, a nice meal, a refreshing shower, and a nice soft warm dry place to sleep was sounding like heaven.

            They were finally at the counter, and the lady recognized her immediately when they got up there.

            “I told you to wait outside,” the woman said.  “Here, I have your bag of food.”

            She pushed the sack towards her. 

            “Now get out before I call the police.”

            Susan stepped up.

            “Excuse me!  Is that how we treat little kids who’ve been on the road now?”

            “What?  How.  How do you know this dirty girl?”

            “She’s my little niece.  She was scared to get off of the bus while she was coming to my house because her parents got in some real trouble and they sent her to me.  That’s why she’s kind of dirty.”

            “Your niece looks like she’s been out on the streets for days.”

            “She has,” Susan said.  “But that’s really none of your business, is it?  You are here to serve the public, and this child was a paying customer.  So, she told me you didn’t let her come in to use the restroom.  That is a violation of her rights.  Maybe I’ll call the police!”

            The commotion drew a manager over to the scene as people in line started talking about what they were talking about.

            “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Susan rounded on the manager.  “What do you train your employees to do?  Attack a poor little fourteen year old girl, and practically make her pee her pants?  Well, like it or not, I took my niece to your bathroom, and TOO FUCKING BAD she got your sink a little dirty washing her hands like a good girl!”

            The manager got really red in the face and he rounded on the employee.

            “Did you really tell that girl to stand outside?” he asked her.

            “Well, her aunt wasn’t anywhere near….”

            “Oh, so because she was a child,” Susan started but was cut off by the manager shushing her and then turning on the employee.

            “You can go home for the day, Ms. Baker.  We’ll talk about this incident tomorrow.”

            The manager then handed Mariela the bag of food she bought and then went out around the bar where the customers order, and he took Susan and Mariela to a private corner where he whispered to them.

            “I’m sorry to ask, little miss, but are you sure you made it to the toilet?”

            Mariela’s face got really red, and Susan started to get red, too.

            “I’m not just asking because I want to embarrass you, child.  If you did wet, even a little bit in your panties, then we owe you some new clothes.”

            He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

            “Don’t worry, honey.  That employee that was mean to you will be the one reimbursing me, but since I doubt you made it to the toilet because you do kind of smell, I’m going to go ahead and give you a hundred and twenty.  That should help you get some clean clothes, right?”

            Susan took the money from the man.

            “Thank you so much sir.  Are you going to fire that woman?”

            “Is that what you want us to do?”

            “Just firing her won’t teach your employees how to treat people.  Punish her, preferably in front of the other employees so they know they can’t treat children like this, but don’t fire her.”

            The manager nodded.  “I’ll see what I can do, but rest assured, we will make sure our employees know not to treat people like that.”

            “Thank you, sir.”

            “Were you done ordering?  There doesn’t seem to be much in this bag for the two of you.”

            “Well, as I was saying, my niece was on the road with the last of the money her parents gave her, so she got mad at me earlier and left the house and probably thought she’d have to sleep on the streets again, but I went looking for her.”

            “So, you still need food?”

            “Yes sir.”

            “Well, as you were supposed to be in line, I’ll get you near the front, okay?”

            “Thank you, sir.”

            “And since your aunt is buying you dinner, baby, how about I take that sack of food from you and give you back what little spending money you had?”

            Mariela looked up at both of these people hardly able to speak at all.  She hated that they were treating her like a child, but if she went along with everything thus far, she would have money for an extra meal, a place she could sleep safely and a nice bath.  She just looked at her feet and nodded her head.

            Susan bent down to the little woman, and she patted her bottom to check her.

            “You did wet, didn’t you, honey?”

            Mariela shook her head.

            “Mariela, aunt Susan is not mad at you.  It’s not your fault that you were made to wet your pants like that.  Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”

            Susan took the little woman’s hand and started to lead her back to the lines, where the manager put her right behind the last guy that walked up to order.

            “There, now you’ll be next.” He told the supposed aunt with her dirty niece.  “I’m sorry about the inconvenience, but the woman and her little niece were taken out of line at the fault of our store, so we had to let them order as soon as possible.  It would have been no different to you had she been able to order when she was supposed to be able to.”

            The customers clapped though instead of getting irritated.  Some of the people chanted “fire the waitress.  Fire the waitress.”

            Susan turned on the crowd.

            “And where would that young woman go for work?” she asked them.  “I asked the store to punish her for her inconsideration, but with the way things are right now, firing her will only mean she’ll be living on YOUR taxes that you are paying.  Is that really what you want?”

            The crowd got quiet.

            Susan finally satisfied, went to ordering.

            “What did you want to eat, baby?”

            “I only had about three dollars, aunty,” Mariela decided to play up to Susan’s story.

            “I’m not talking about how much money you had, baby.  That’s your spending money, and has nothing to do with how much I’ll spend to make sure you eat good.  Order what you want, and make sure it costs at least seven dollars, baby.”

            “Seven?”

            “That’s what I said.  Or more.  You are a growing girl.  You need to eat.  I know you’ve had it hard with your family, but your daddy sent you to my house because he knew I could feed you better than that.”

            Mariela nodded with tears streaming down her face at the taller woman’s kindness.  She shyly pointed a happy meal, but the supposed Aunt Susan smiled and said… “What else, baby?  That’s barely four dollars, and barely enough to eat for a fourteen year old little lady.”

            Mariela looked up at her gratefully.

            “I mean it, sweetie.  You don’t have to conserve at my house like you had to for the last, what, couple of months?”

            “Four,” Mariela whispered ashamed of being on the streets for that long.

            “Well, whatever, baby.  You have got to be more hungry than that, so what other burger or whatever do you want?”

            “Can I have a shake?” the girl asked.

            “Of course, baby, but that’s still only two more dollars.  I still need you to order another sandwich.”

            Mariela looked down.

            “Too shy, huh?  Or don’t know what you want?  How about I get you an extra cheese burger then, and if you turn out to be full, then I’m sure Uncle Steve will eat it, otherwise, it will be there for you when you decide you are still hungry.”

            Mariela nodded, tears just getting more insistent at coming down her face.

            Susan took the food, after she order for her and this man named Steve, and she pointed the girl out of the restaurant towards her light blue Nissan four door sedan.

            “Get in the back,” she told the little girl.  “First of all, you did pee your pants, even if you don’t want to admit it, and Steve and I both would really not want to sit in your pee spot tomorrow when we go to work.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “You are also supposed to be a child, and it is better that children ride in the back anyway.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Susan didn’t go straight home, though.  She took the dirty little woman to a second hand clothing store.

            “We are not getting your main things here,” Susan told her.  “We’ll spend the hundred and twenty that that kind man will deduct from the waitress’s wages at a regular place, but you can’t go into a regular place in the clothes you are wearing, and I have nothing at my house that will fit you, sweetheart.”

            Mariela nodded.

            The woman took her around and found a floral top for five dollars and a jean skirt for fifteen.  She got her some panties that looked like they came brand new, and she got her socks and a pair of better shoes.

            “This isn’t coming from the hundred and twenty?” Mariela asked Susan.

            “No, baby.  That would not be right.  The man paid for you to get some nice clothes, not hand me downs.  This is just so you can have a bath and have something to wear in the morning.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Now, I think I’m going to call in sick tomorrow so we can get you some clothes together, and then get you at least one more nice meal before you are on your way.  And we won’t spend the whole hundred and twenty because you’ll need money for a motel or something so you can keep clean.  Maybe if you are cleaner, if you really are an adult, you can find a job a little easier.”

            Mariela nodded.

            When they were done at the second hand store, though, Susan also stopped at the drug store.

            “Stay out here in the car,” she told her pretend niece.  “You don’t need to use the restroom, do you?”

            Mariela shook her head no.

            “Okay, I’ll be right back, but there’s no reason to go in there in your wet pants embarrassing you.  I had to take you into the clothing store because I didn’t know what size to get you.”

            Mariela nodded though she really didn’t pee her pants.

            Mariela sighed as she sat in the comfortable car, wishing she could stay somewhere comfortable like this after tomorrow.  She would do almost anything to have this comfort again, and she had practically done anything, even selling her body if a guy was nice enough to her beforehand.

            Soon, Mariela was pulling up to a nice two story house, and judging by the foundation, he figured it also had a basement.

            “Come on, little one,” Susan said to her as she opened the car door.  “You’re home, baby.”

            Mariela thought that all that niece carp was just for the public so that they would think Susan had a reason to help her.  But Susan was not dropping the child act.  Did she really think Mariela was a lost child or something?

            “Steve, are you home?” Susan called out as she opened the door.  “I brought home dinner and a little something else.”

            A man a little taller than even Susan came around the corner and looked down at the very dirty little woman, her brown hair so dingy, it was hard to tell if the brown in it was her natural hair color or dirt. 

            “Who is this?” Steve asked Susan.

            “I’ll tell you about her after we get her in the bath and cleaned up a bit.  But she needs to eat first.”

            Steve nodded.

            Mariela felt really small as she walked behind the two tall people, and they led her to the dining room.

            “So, what’s your name, honey,” Steve asked her as if she was a child.

            “Mariela,” she mumbled a little intimidated by his size.  He wasn’t only tall, but was well filled out so his body matched how tall he was.  He was not fat by any means, but he was definitely a lot bigger than she was.  He was like a giant.

            “Mariela,” he smiled and nodded at Susan who smiled.

            “Little Mariela was outside McDonalds trying to get some food, and some mean people in there told her to wait outside like she was a dog or something.  They wouldn’t even let her use the bathroom.”

            “Is that why she smells?”

            “Obviously,” Susan said.  “There’s no telling how long the little child has been out on the streets, but she’s obviously had a hard time keeping clean because look at her.  Even if she hadn’t wet her pants outside of McDonalds, and was still leaking when I took her in, basically trying really hard not to wet until she got her food, but failing at it.”

            “Poor little one,” Steve said.

            “I know, right.”

            Mariela frowned at them both.

            “I didn’t wet my pants,” she tried to say but because of how big they were, and how they talked, she felt too intimidated to get mad or stay it with confidence.

            Steven walked over and put an arm around her hugging her from the back.

            “Well, we’ll have to call the police to find out where her parents are,” he told Susan.

            “Please!  Don’t call the police,” the woman shivered.

            “What’s wrong, honey?  Did you steal something?  Are you in trouble with the police or something?”

            Mariela looked down tears in her eyes.

            “I don’t have identification.  I was fired from my last job about six months ago because the restaurant was going to be inspected.  Someone said they let illegals work there, and since I don’t have papers, I might be an illegal.”

            “Might be?” Steve asked her.

            “Well, I’ve never had papers as far back as I can remember.  I came to the states when I was twelve, but somehow, I got separated from my parents, and then turned over to these people who kind of raised me incognito until I was seventeen.  Then, I was turned out on my own after I got a restaurant job, and I just got fired from it six months ago, after working there for almost six years.”

            The two people looked at one another and then back at the little girl.

            “Honey, that’s an interesting story, but immigration would have sent you back with your parents if they caught you, and if someone smuggled you into the country, they would not have just let you go like that.”

            Mariela shook getting frustrated.  She had no proof to her story at all, and she was aware that she was so short and she basically looked like a dirty child sitting there like that.

            “Mariela, baby, you are going to be our niece from now on,” Susan told her.  “You’d like to not have to go back out on the streets, wouldn’t you?”

            Mariela frowned.  “But I’m really twenty-three years old.”

            “I know what you are saying, baby, but look at it this way.  If you keep saying you are twenty-three, and you convince us to let you take care of yourself, do you think you are going to find another job if you really are an illegal?”

            Mariela started to think on that, but they continued.

            “On the other hand, if you accept your fate as a fourteen year old child, and you stay with us as our niece, you can eventually get papers that we will get for you, and when you turn eighteen, in four years, you’ll have papers so you can work.”

            Mariela keep looking down at her lap.

            “Can I take some time to think this over?” she asked them.

            “Sure, baby.  Take a week, if you need it, but after a week, if you still haven’t decided, and you are still in our house, then you will be treated as our niece, who has no other place to go, and you will be disciplined as a child if you try to run away after that, understand?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “She’s done eating,” Steve observed.  “Take that poor little stinky girl to the bathroom and get her out of those peed in pants, honey.”

            Susan nodded.

            Susan took Mariela by the hand and led her to the bathroom closing the door behind them.

            “Baby, don’t be scared.  Uncle Steve just said it like that because he wanted you to recognize how dirty it was to sit in peed in pants for that long.  He wasn’t trying to be mean, and he was trying to get you motivated to get a shower, baby.”

            Susan started to help her undress.

            “I can do that, Susan.”

            “Aunt Susan or Aunty, while you are under my room, honey.  And yes, I suppose you could, but Aunty is going to help her little niece because her baby niece made a boo boo in her pants and she needs to be cleaned.  Besides, you haven’t had a proper bath for about four months, right?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “That’s a long time to not be properly clean, and I don’t trust you to get yourself clean enough.  You are too nervous and worried about wasting things like our water to spend all the time you need to get clean, baby.  But if I clean you up, you have no choice but to stay here as long as I decide you are still dirty and still need to be washed, right?”

            Mariela looked down.  It did make sense, and she was right, that Mariela would likely try to hurry it up so she didn’t waste these people’s resources.

[Guilend]

I am definitely interested in this story 

[CynthiaCM]

I'm truly enjoying this story. I hope to see more, as the characters feel real and I'm finding myself getting attached to them.

[StoneRiver76]

              Chapter 2

            Mariela was not used to someone trying to wash her, and after Susan just barely started to wipe her back with a cloth, the girl pulled away and backed away from her. 

            “Miss, thank you so much for helping me, but I really can clean my own body.”

            “Mariela, you stink, you’re dirty, and you really do need help.  Now get back over here so I can wash you.”

            “Please, I can do it myself!”

            “Steve!” Susan called for her bigger boyfriend to come and help her.

            Mariela froze for a moment when Susan called for him.  She really didn’t want a man she barely knew to see her naked.  It was bad enough with Susan.

            “Pl… please don’t let him in here,” Mariela whimpered.

            But it was too late.  Steve slammed the door wide open, and he frowned at Mariela standing against the far end of the tub trying to avoid Susan.

            Steven sighed.

            “Look, child, my girlfriend is just trying to clean you up.  I promise, no one is going to hurt you, baby.  Now, you can be a good girl and let her clean you up, or I can go and hold you in my lap so she can clean you up.  Which do you want?”

            “Um… she can do it.  Please?  Can you get out?”

            Mariela was trying to cover her very small nearly A-size breast and her privates, one with each hand as she blushed bright red and prayed he’d leave.

            “Promise to be a good girl and let Aunt Susan clean you up?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Prove it.  Move closer to her, and once she starts washing you again, I’ll leave the bathroom, but now the door stays open so I can come right in if she needs me again.”

            Mariela nodded and shakingly, stepped towards Susan who immediately started to wash her shoulders and back again.

            “Good girl,” Steve said to her.  And he disappeared beyond the left side of the door that was left wide open.

            As Susan washed the petite Latin American girl, the bottom of the tub had dark black sudsy water falling off of the dirty girl.  She was so filthy, the water in the tub’s bottom looked like a black sea.

            “Look at how dirty you are, baby,” Susan said to her as she rinsed her off and then started to soap up the cloth again to wash back over her shoulders and back.

            Mariela knew that she was dirty.  She couldn’t help it being on the streets, and she really wanted to show them she knew how to shower, but it seemed like trying to prove that right now would only get that Steve Giant called in and Mariela put in his lap for a washing.  She didn’t need that!

            Susan washed the girl’s body five times!  That was when the water started to fall clear from her body, no indication of dirt in it at all.  Her bottom had some caked, dirty, well, what does a girl do when she has to sometimes poop somewhere where there is no toilet?  There was nothing to wipe with, and so, she had to pull her panties up with her bottom still dirty more times than she could count which definitely left some stuff inside her butt cheeks.

            “Look at that,” Susan had shown her the brown from her bottom.  “You nearly pooped her pants, how many times, sweetheart?”

            “I didn’t poop my pants,” she said looking down.

            “Well, then, what is this?”

            “I sometimes had to poop in the field with nothing to wipe with.  I had to pull my pants up as is, and so….” Her face burned red.

            “Well, whatever, honey.  It’s still not healthy to go like that for a long time, no bath, poop stuff in your bottom, and probably constantly peeing yourself because of things happening to you like what happened earlier at McDonalds.”

            Mariela didn’t deny the things the woman said, not even about sometimes peeing her pants.  The truth, she did sometimes leak in her pants because of things like that… but she never completely wet herself.

            The woman finally smiled at the clear water running down the girl’s legs, and she reached in to help her out.

            “Steve?”

            “I was a good girl,” Mariela said.  “Why do you need him?”

            “Honey, I’m just asking him to bring the clothes we bought you.  I left them in the living room, remember?”

            Mariela nodded.

            While Steve was getting her clean clothes, Susan moved the timid little Latina lady to their spare room, where she finished drying her off and then had her sit on the bed.

            Steve came in with the bags from the drugstore first.

            Mariela raised an eyebrow at that.  Why would they need those?  She had seen Susan get the panties and everything at that discount store.

            Susan, however, in answer reached into a dark bag and pulled out a small package of diapers.

            “What is that?” Mariela asked the fake aunt.

            “What does it look like?” Susan asked her.  “We are getting you ready for bed, so you need to wear this for now.”

            “Why?”

            “Because you might wet in your sleep, little lady.”

            “I… I don’t.  Honest!  I can go to the bathroom when I have one close by.”

            Steven came into the room with Mariela’s other things while Susan was opening the diaper.

            “Don’t tell me you are going to fight your aunt to get your diaper on you for the night,” Steve said giving her a scary look.

            “No?” Mariela shivered and pulled back climbing on the bed and getting in a corner trying to get out of Steve’s reach.  Her towel forgotten, now, as she was more wanting to get away from him than worried about what he had already seen of her body.

            “It looks like to me you are trying to stop Aunt Susan from putting a diaper on you, baby.”

            “But I don’t need diapers!  I don’t pee my pants all the time like that.  Honest!”

            “If I have to grab you,” Steve warned her.  “I will put the diaper on you, not your Aunt Susan!”

            Mariela started to sniffle and a tear went down her face.  “I don’t want to wear diapers, please!”

            “Honey, this is for you,” Susan tried to console her.  “If you are wearing a diaper and then you wet because you were sleeping, then your Uncle Steve and I will not be upset at you.  If you pee your pants while you are awake or you don’t wear a diaper and make a big mess in your bed or in the house, though, we’ll have to punish you.”

            Mariela shook her head.  “But you don’t need to punish me cause I won’t wet my pants or the bed.  I promise.”

            “Well, I’m sorry, baby, but after seeing how dirty you were in the bath, and your wetting accident at McDonalds, I just can’t trust you to stay dry in the night,” Susan told her. 

            “Wear a diaper for the night,” Steve told her.  “If by breakfast tomorrow morning, your diaper is still dry, then we will reconsider making you wear diapers after that.”

            Mariela shook her head.  “I… I don’t think I want to stay with you guys after all.”

            “You are just being rebellious because of the diaper,” Susan told her.  “Look, baby, I don’t know what your parents or other people taught you, but a diaper is not to punish you.  It’s to simply keep your clothes clean or your bedding at night.  If we were to punish you, it would have nothing to do with a diaper, baby.”

            “But I really don’t need diapers,” Mariela started to sob.

            Steve looked at Susan with a funny expression on his face.

            “No, Steve,” Susan said sternly.  “We are not giving in.  I saw her first hand wet her pants, and she was pretty much at home doing it.  She’s been living out in the wild too long and doesn’t understand proper etiquette with toileting.”

            Steven sighed.  “Do you want me to go get her?”

            “Not just yet.”

            Susan turned to Mariela.

            “Mariela, baby, if you come over here and let me diaper you right now, whether you are wet or not in the morning, I’ll let you wear panties during the day unless I find you wetting your pants again.”

            Mariela frowned.  “But I didn’t wet.”

            “Don’t lie, baby.  Your other dingy shorts were soaked after the McDonalds people didn’t let you go potty.  And you didn’t really look that upset after you had wet, either.  You even pretended to go potty when I took you, so as to try to hide you did it in your pants already.”

            Mariela sighed.  It was clear these people were not going to believe she had not wet her pants, and they were going to get her in a diaper one way or another, and she knew if she pushed the guy too much, he might be the one putting the diaper on her, and she really didn’t want that.

            “Okay,” Mariela said.  “If you promise that only Susan puts it on me, then I’ll let her.”

            “If you so much as move a let wrong, though, I’m going over to take over,” Steve warned her.

            Mariela nodded.  She didn’t have any choice.

            Mariela started to wonder if their meeting was by chance at all, the more the two seemed to be getting comfortable with not only continuing with the this little niece-child play, but with actually treating her less and less like an adult and much more like a little girl.

            After she was diapered, Aunt Susan let her borrow an old shirt that came down to just above the girl’s knees.

            “You can use that as a sleeping shirt for the night,” Susan had told her.  “Now, how about a little television before bed?”

            While they set her up to watch some television, and having locked the channels so that she could only basically watch childish programs, the two adults went off to clean things up.  Susan cleaned the kitchen, and Steve went to the bathroom to work on the bathtub.

            Mariela didn’t remember when they put her to bed, or how she got there, but in the morning, she was starting to open her eyes in a nice soft bed, that sort of made a crinkle sound as she moved.  She pushed the light blanket back that covered her, but still didn’t see the source of the noise, though the long shirt riding up had revealed to her that the night before, being put in a diaper, was not a dream.

            She climbed off of the bed and pulled the fitting sheet partly off, and then she realized it.  They had put a plastic sheet over the mattress sometime between having diapered her, and having put her to bed for the night.

            She shook her head and started towards the bedroom door. 

            “I’m not going to stay here,” she whispered to herself.  “…If they are going to put me in diapers and keep making it seem like I’m a toddler.”

            She started out into the empty dim hallway, the light of the sun blocked at the windows by curtains.  Remembering where the bathroom was, she moved in that direction as quietly as possible, but apparently not quietly enough.

            “Mariela,” she heard startling her to jump as she turned to face Steve.

            “What are you doing out of your room?” Steve asked her.

            “I was just… trying to go to the bathroom,” the little twenty-three year old girl said looking down not really any bolder in facing this man than she had been the night before.

            “Well, you are in a diaper,” Steve reminded her.  “You do realize, before you can get on the toilet, you need your aunt or me to take your diaper off you so you don’t have to wet yourself, don’t you?”

            Mariela shook her head.  “I didn’t think about that.  I just thought I could just pull it down….”

            “Well, you need one of us to do it for you.  What if you pooped your pants?  If you tried to drop your diapers, the poop would get all over.”

            “I’m not going to do that,” Mariela frowned looking into Steve’s eyes.

            “Come here, baby.  Before I take you potty, I need to see if your diaper is wet.”

            Mariela sighed and walked over so he could see, though the nightshirt surely prevented him seeing anything.

            He lifted her shirt up, and touched the front and back of her diaper.

            As he checked her, Susan came out of the bed behind him that he must have come out of.

            “Is she wet?” Susan asked Steve.

            “I don’t think so.  She wants us to take her to the potty though.”

            “You do that.  I’ll go down and start breakfast.”

            “Please,” Mariela started but Steve gave her a look.  Though it was meant to intimidate her into compliance, and though her legs shook, she continued.  “I promise to be good for Miss.”

            “Aunty,” Steve corrected her.

            “That’s what I meant, aunty.  I promise to be good.  Please, can’t?” but Steve was rubbing her back with his hand and she was shaking with nervousness at what they might do, and suddenly, she started to feel warmth in her diaper and then warmth in her face.

            “What is it?” Steve picked the little lady up and held her, his hand under her squishy seat as she continued to flood it with her pee.

            “Aw, the baby doesn’t need the toilet anymore,” Steve told Susan.

            “Well, take her down to the kitchen.  We need to feed her breakfast, and then I can change her while you are getting ready for work.”

            Steve nodded and carried her, her bladder still spraying a bit here and there until they got into the kitchen, and he put her down in the chair at the table.

            “You see?” Susan said to her with a smile.  “I knew my little niece was going to have an accident before breakfast.”

            Mariela frowned and shivered as she realized that’s exactly what happened.  She had never felt herself get so stiff and so nervous as to just start feeling warmth in her diaper before she realized the source.

            “No one is mad, baby.  We told you, if you wear a diaper last night, and you did, that we would not be upset if you wet before breakfast this morning.”

            Mariela nodded her face crimson red.

            “Now, we know you just woke up, so it was probably just the finishing from you wetting the bed as would be natural for someone living out in the wild as you have, on the streets.  No one is going to judge you on that,” Susan continued.  “But this is exactly why you need to wear diapers for a while when you go to sleep here, honey.  Eventually, it’s going to get better, and you’ll stop wetting your pants again.”

            Steven sat down next to her nodding at what Susan told her.  Susan was now getting bowls and some cereal out and making some toast.

            “How long you guys going to treat me like a baby?” Mariela asked them.

            “As long as you are still underage and need to stay under our roof, honey.  We are not treating you like a baby.  We are treating you like our niece who has had a hard time on the streets, though you are still a young girl.”

            Mariela sighed.

            “Now, I really don’t want to spank you today,” Steve told Mariela.  “So, are you going to be a good girl and do what Aunty asks, and wait to try to make up your mind of leaving us until I get home from work so we can talk about it?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Good girl,” Steve said standing up and walking behind her to hug her from the back again like he did the night before.  “And if you don’t want aunty putting you back in a diaper before bedtime, I suggest you tell her as soon as you gotta pee while you are out so you don’t wet your pants, baby.”

            Mariela nodded blushing again.  She hated how fascinated these people seemed to be with the idea that they thought she peed herself the previous day, and how it was really their fault she didn’t get to the bathroom this morning before she had an accident.

           “Aunty Susan is not only going to take you to get some clothes, honey, but after, we’ll go and get you some decent toys to play with, too.”

            Mariela looked up at Susan who looked dead serious.  She opened her mouth to argue the point, but at seeing how Susan was looking at her, and with Steve still hugging her from behind, so was easy to catch her if she needed a spanking, she just nodded and went along with what they said.

            “What do you do if you wet your pants at the store?” Steve whispered in the little woman’s ear.

            “Um….  I…,” Mariela trailed off not really knowing.

            “You tell Aunty Susan in her ear that you had an accident, and that you are sorry you forgot to tell her you had to go potty,” Steve told her.  “You let Aunty Susan clean you up, and when I get home, if Aunty Susan tells me you were a good girl and was obedient, even if you did wet yourself and get scolded by her, then I’ll get you something special.”

            Mariela sighed and nodded.  “I promise,” she said.

            Susan placed some cereal right in front of the little woman and two slices of toast with jam on them, and that’s when Steve stopped hugging her and let her eat.

            Gratefully, the child-like little twenty-three year old started to eat.

            Both Susan and Steve nodded their approval as the girl quietly started on her cereal, and Susan gave Steve his, and then she sat and ate.

            “Baby,” Susan said as they ate.  “If you want to wear panties, I’ll put them on you, but if you wear a diaper, you’ll be allowed to wet your pants without getting in any trouble.”

            “I don’t want to wet my pants,” Mariela frowned.

            Susan nodded but her mouth turned firm and tight.  “You better not, then.  If you wet yourself with panties on, Aunty will have to spank you.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded.

            Soon enough, they had finished breakfast, and Susan had wiped off Mariela before changing her into her better clothes for the day, and then Susan got dressed all the while, Steve got himself ready for work.

[StoneRiver76]

            Chapter 3

            When everyone was ready to leave the house, Susan took Mariela by the hand, and she started to march her, not toward the house exit and the car, but back to the bathroom.

            “What?” Mariela asked.

            “I want you to try to go potty,” Susan told her.

            “Excuse me, Miss….”

            “Aunty,” Susan reminded her with an exasperated sigh.

            “Sorry.  Aunty.  But I know if I gotta go….”

            “I don’t care.  I want you to sit and try.”

            “I don’t gotta go, though.”

            Steve came along to see why they were not going out to the car, and he heard the last little bit.

            “Mariela, you said you were going to be good.  Do you need a spanking?”

            “No sir.”

            “No, Uncle,” Susan reminded her.

            “Sorry.  No, Uncle Steve.”

            Now, it was Steve’s turn to take her hand and he pulled her right into the bathroom, and he stared at her.

            Mariela waited for him to leave the bathroom, but he just stood there.

            “Are you waiting for me to pull down your pants for you?” he asked the shaking shy little woman.

            “Sorry, no.”

            She was too scared to back talk, and she had a feeling he was not intending on leaving her alone this time, so shakily, she unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down.  Looking up to see if he was going to let her go in peace, and seeing that he was just going to stand there and make sure she try, she reluctantly pulled down her panties and sat down.

            “You will learn to be a good girl,” Uncle Steve told her.  “We are your guardians, now, sweetheart.  It is our job to make sure you eat and you are taken care of.  Fighting us is only going to cause you trouble.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Try to pee, baby.”

            She sighed and looked down at her legs, willing at least a little to come out so that he would let her standing up, but she was still completely as dry as an old well.

            After several minutes, Steve pulled her off the toilet and looked down into the bowl behind her.

            “Not even a little?” he asked her.

            “No,” she shivered and whimpered.  She was not prepared, and he swatted her butt once hard enough that it stung before he started to pull her panties and then her skirt up.

            “I don’t care if you gotta pee next time,” he told her.  “You don’t argue with your Aunt or I’ll give you a proper spanking.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded, her mouth taut and her legs shaking.  They had threated her with a spanking several times, but now, with the unexpected swat to her backside, she knew that they were serious.

            “Good,” he finished getting her skirt arranged and then took her out to Susan.

            “Did she go?”

            “She tried,” he replied.  “She might have been nervous because I was making sure she didn’t try to leave before trying, but you’re going to make me late if you wait much longer for her.  Just get in the car, and you try to take her again at the store.  She knows she better do what you say or I’ll spank her.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Susan sighed and shook her head.  “I hope she doesn’t wet her pants, then.”

            “Well, if she does, then maybe she’ll learn to obey you,” Steve said with a voice of authority that ended the conversation.

            A couple of hours later, after dropping Steve off at Ace Hardware, in the back of the store where employees always arrived, Susan drove her little pretend niece a formal office looking place.  There was a sign near the front of the parking lot, but Mariela had not noticed it long enough to read it before Susan had driven through and parked the car.

            “Now, you need to be on your very best behavior here,” she warned the little twenty-three year old woman as if she was a young teenager.  “If you disobey me here, you will be a sorry little miss, got me, honey?”

            Mariela nodded and walked sheepishly behind her.

            Before they knew it, Mariela had walked right into an office, the sign above the door saying something about lost identification or something.

            “Why are we here?” Mariela felt a little nervous.

          “You’ll see, sweetheart.  Don’t be scared.  Aunt Susan is right here.”

            The girl nodded, but she did feel like something was nagging her, that if she made any scene at all, she might be discovered as a twenty-three year old illegal alien that might be arrest and who knows what would happen after that.  She stayed very close to Susan, shivering a bit.

            Susan walked up to the reception with the confidence of someone just coming to reapply for some lost documents.

            “May I help you, Ma’am” the man behind the counter asked her.

            “My name Susan Wayfeld, and I’m wondering where to go to get my little twelve year old niece replacement records.”

            “How did she lose them?”

            “Her family were kicked out of their house back in Iowa, and in the end, they just had enough money to send her on the bus to me, but when they sent her, they then realized that they had no proof of her identity.”

            “I see.  Do you know what hospital she was born at?”

            “I’m sorry, I don’t.  Her parents don’t have a phone, so it’s hard to contact them.”

            “That’s alright, ma’am.”

            The young man then turned to the little twenty-three year old woman that was just now called twelve years of age.

            “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

            “Mariela,” she frowned and looked down shyly.

            “Mariela Wayfeld,” Susan spoke up for her.

            “I’m sorry, but I need to ask the girl her information now, ma’am.  I can’t have you answering for her and corrupting the data.”

            “What do you mean, corrupting the data?”

            “Look, ma’am.  Go take a seat, and after we get things settled with her, I’ll call you back over and explain.”

            Susan got red in the face and on her way of starting for the seats, she caused that Mariela’s hand had brushed her and she acted like Mariela had tried to pull her back.

            She turned to Mariela and knelt down to her.

            “Honey, it’s going to be okay.  They just want to make sure of who you are, and then they’ll call Aunty right back up to you.”

            The man smiled and nodded.

            “Don’t worry, miss.  Your Aunt will be right over in those seats.  If you get scared, you can look behind you and see her.”

            Mariela nodded not sure why Susan had made it seem like she was so scared.

            Susan took her in close for a hug, but the hug was a pretense so she could whisper.

            “You don’t want to get arrested,” she warned.  “Wet your pants so they think you are scared, honey.”

            Mariela nodded.  She wasn’t scared, but she also didn’t want to get caught and taken by the police.  She wasn’t sure if wetting her pants had anything to do with how she should be acting scared, but she also knew that Steve told her to obey Susan.

            She turned back to the man behind the counter, and he started to ask her questions.

            “How old are you, miss?”

            “Almost thirteen,” she said.  “My birthday is next month.”

            “Do you know what state you were born in?”

            “I… I forgot.”

            “That’s okay, miss.  How do you know that woman?”

            “She’s my aunt.  I think they said she’s my dad’s sister.”

            “You don’t look white like her.”

            “No.  That’s cause my mom is Mexican.  She grew up in America, but I think grandma on her side still lives in Mexico somewhere.”

            “I see.  Where did you last attend school?”

            “Um… we been on the streets.  It hard to go to school when you’re on the streets, so my dad sent me to Aunty’s house.”

            “I see.”

            The man started to write stuff into the computer.

            “Sometimes, kids are kidnapped, and sometimes, clever kidnappers have them go through this process,” the man told her.  “Are you sure that she’s your aunt?”

            Mariela looked back over at Susan and frowned and then she turned back to the official clerk guy.

            “She’s… She’s my aunt.  Please.  Don’t take me away from her?”

            The man nodded and wrote something else down that made her nervous.  Was he writing down that she looked at her aunt for some sign before answering?  Was he believing her?  Was her aunt right, that she should wet her pants?  She pushed a little at her bladder trying to get it ready.

            “Okay, and you don’t remember what state you were born in at all?”

            Mariela shook her head, a tear coming down the right side of her face.

            “It’s okay, Miss.  I just have to double check stuff.  You’re not in trouble.”

            She still shook though, and she pushed at her bladder to do what Susan told her to do.  If this guy was suspicious, then she needed to distract him from thinking about calling the police.

            “How many brothers or sisters do you have?”

            “It just me,” she said frowning out of the effort to try to pee her pants.

            “Just you?  Okay….”

            He wrote that down, clicked the mouse a few times, and then looked back up at her.

            “What’s your dad’s name?”

            Mariela looked back at Susan.  Maybe Susan had not figured they’d be separated because they had not gone over the story at all, and she didn’t know what to answer.  She shook, and as she did, she actually got some pee to start splashing into her panties.

            “I… I want my Aunty,” Mariela sniffled as she tried to get the stream to pick up.

            “I’ll let you see your aunt after you answer a few more questions, miss.  These are important.  Now, what is your dad’s name?”

            Mariela crouched down holding herself, but instead of trying to stop it, she tried to force it to come out, and she was peeing through her skirt, getting the back of it wet.

            “Oh, miss,” the man stood up looking apologetically.  “I didn’t mean to scare you.  We just have…,” but he trailed off and signaled for someone behind him, and a manager came up.

            “She just started wetting herself,” the clerk told him.  “I was just doing the paperwork as normal, but she was really nervous when I sent her aunt to go sit down.”

            “Come on,” the woman took the twenty-three year old’s hand and held her stand up to her full height of someone that didn’t look much taller than an eleven or twelve year old.  “Why don’t you tell me why you are so scared, honey?”

            Mariela decided she had to play this out as if her life depended on it.

            “I was sent away from my mom and dad cause… cause… they… they were on the street and they said the street’s not safe.  I rode the bus, and I kept getting scared when strangers sat by me.  I kept wetting my pants cause I afraid to get off the bus, and the toilet in the back is so nasty and you have to pass these guys that… they were scary.  And now, you make my aunt leave me here…” and then she pretended to break down into uncontrollable sobs.

            She hoped the story and sobs were believable.

            “Miss Wayfeld?  Would you please come up and help your niece,” the manager called for Aunt Susan.

            Susan smiled and walked up and she hugged her pretend niece.

            “It’s okay, baby.  Aunty’s got you now.”

            “I think we’ve seen enough,” the clerk told them.  “Look, I still need some information, so I need you to take these papers home and fill them out and return them as soon as you can.  Once you do that, you will have the papers you need to get her enrolled in school and to take care of the other things you need as her guardians.  If at all possible, also get her parents to sign a power of attorney giving you legal rights to make decisions for her.”

            “Yes sir, um… yes ma’am,” it was clear that Susan wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be addressing.

            “Take your little niece home and get her calmed down.”

            They were soon out of the scary office, and Susan took Mariela’s hand to walk her to the car, where before she put her in, she bent down and hugged her.

            “It’s alright, sweetheart.  I know you were scared.  I’m sure you wouldn’t have wet your pants had you not gotten scared,” she seemed to make a big deal out of saying that.  Mariela just blushed and nodded at what she said.

            Susan then opened the back door and let her get in.

            “We’ll take you shopping now,” she said.  “Unfortunately, there are no clean clothes at the house for you, so we’ll just have to let you pick out some nice stuff as you are.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I know you probably think that was mean,” Susan told her.  “But these papers are important if you don’t want the police hounding you.  Even if you try to run away from us, now you’ll have papers that show you belong in America, well, in a couple of weeks, you will, so you will not be turned over to immigrations.”

            Mariela looked down frowning, but still, she couldn’t deny having those papers would be very useful, so she said.  “Thanks.”

            “Thanks, what?” Susan asked her with the tone that she used when Mariela forgot to acknowledge her rightful place.

            “Thanks, Aunty,” she sniffled.  “But you told me I better not wet, and now, I wet my pants.  Am I in trouble?”

            “No, baby, because you didn’t wet just because you refused to use the bathroom.  You wet because you got scared.  That’s a completely different reason to wet, and not something I’ll punish you for.  Just remember to tell me if you gotta pee the rest of the day, so I can get you to the potty, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            As they drove towards the their next destination, Mariela realized that maybe she actually trapped herself into staying with this Aunt Susan and Uncle Steve for at least the next two weeks.  If they were to get her some papers, and it took two weeks to get the papers, surely, they were going to talk her into being their niece, at least until then?

            She sighed and sat back, and felt along the front of her skirt, admiring the area that had gotten splatter with her real pee.  All the night before, they had insisted she wore peed in shorts, but this was her real pee.  She had done it.  She had completely wet her pants in public, no less.  Well, she did wet that morning, too, but the diaper made that whole experience a bit surreal, and she didn’t quite register she had even peed herself, especially since the diaper didn’t seem to let her skin feel the wetness that much.

            Now, she was sitting in wet panties, her back of her skirt soaked, and the front of it having pee just around where her thighs might have closed if she closed her legs.  It felt, strange.  Not like… well, not as bad as she thought it would feel, but still.  She knew it was fundamentally something even a twelve year old should be ashamed of, but it wasn’t the end of the world.  Even those strangers in that documents office seeing her pee herself like that, it did not hurt as much as she thought it would.

            The feel of her wet skirt and panties… she couldn’t explain it.  She didn’t like it.  She didn’t.

            They came to the mall, and Susan parked the car and got out, walking around where she had Mariela in the backseat.

            Mariela tried the backdoor, but it was locked to her.  Stupid child locks, likely, Susan had made sure to turn them on on her since probably the last night when she took the supposed child home.

            Susan opened the door, and she had Mariela get out and she inspected the damage a bit.  The way she acted, it was as if Mariela had just peed herself in the seat in the car and not where they were.  Mariela couldn’t explain what exactly that Susan did that made her feel that way, but she just knew that’s how it felt, as Susan turned her this way and that, looking her over.

            “Well, there’s not much we can do about it, Mariela,” she told her matter-of-factly.  “I know it’s embarrassing, but there is really no way to hide what you did.  You’re just going to have to brave it out, honey.”

            She hugged her as if she was being understanding, and Mariela hugged her back.

            “As soon as we get you some clean stuff, and paid for, we’ll get you to the bathroom to change your pants, alright?”

            Mariela nodded.  Somehow, though, she sort of didn’t mind how Susan was behaving at the moment.  She kind of liked it, that Susan was acting so concerned about it, and was acting like she wanted to help her hide it, but just concluded that they couldn’t.

            Susan patted her wet bottom as she hugged her, even.

            “You are going to learn to be a good girl and tell Aunty when you gotta potty from now on so this doesn’t always happen to you, aren’t you, sweetie?”

            Mariela nodded with a shy little smile.  She kind of liked this game.

            They walked together into the mall, and Mariela saw some people look her way, some of them doing a double take to look at the back of her skirt.  Mariela was really not an exhibitionist, and every time someone noticed, she felt her fact get red hot.

            Susan walked her first into a little Miss store where they sold clothes mostly for young immature teenagers.

            “Do you have something that would make my little niece look really cool?” Susan asked a cashier.

            “Well, the racks are full of stuff for that,” the clerk told her.

            “I know, but you know, it’s been ages since I went to Junior High School, and my young niece here just came out to me suddenly, and she’s probably going to start school here, so neither of us knows what young people wear around here.”

            “Oh, well, maybe I can get Melissa to help you.  She has a little sister about your niece’s age?  You did say junior high school?”

            “Yes, well, she’s going to start junior high in the next couple of months.  She’s twelve years old.”

            “That’s fine.  Just a moment.”

            “Melissa?” he called a little sweetie over that was just a bit taller than Mariela.

            “This little twelve year old needs some cool clothes for kids her age,” the first clerk told Melissa.  “Since you have a sister around that age, I figured you’d be best to give them advice.”

            Melissa nodded.  “But… did she just pee her pants?”

            Susan nodded.  “My little niece just had a really bad scare.  She’s recently lost her parents due to a bad situation, and she thought she was going to lose me, too, so she was paying more attention to what people were trying to say or do to separate us than to her body needing to pee.”

            The older teen smiled and she melted a bit.  “So precious, huh?”

            She put a hand on her shoulder and took her around to an area of clothes that did somewhat look cool, and Mariela really liked.

            “My little sister wants my mom to buy her stuff from over here,” she told Mariela.  “Mom won’t do it yet because she says my little sister needs to act a little more mature first.”

            Susan smiled.  “But this stuff IS for a child that is just becoming a teenager, right?”

            “Of course,” this Melissa said.  “We are a Miss store.  I know some parents don’t approve of some of the styles, but you know, we have everything here, from very decent boring stuff that grand parents “wore in their day,” to the most modern things that would make most dads yank their little teenager right back into the house and have them changed in a wink of an eye.”

            “Well, I certainly don’t want her wearing anything like that last,” Susan told the young lady.  But surely there is a medium that would make both Mariela and me happy?”

            “I’m sure there is, miss.  I’ll just be around show you can show me, and I’ll tell you the likeliness that junior high school kids will awe at it or boo it.”

            “Thank you, Miss.”

            Mariela whispered to Susan.

            “Are you really going to dress me up like a little kid, with that… that money that was given to me because of yesterday?”

            “Actually, we are not spending any of that money that you were given yesterday,” Susan told her.  “Steven and I both agreed that I would choose what stores I took you to, and I would approve of everything you get to wear while in our house, and of course, you’ll keep those things for yourself if you decide to leave later, but we are keeping that other money you were given in a savings account for you, so when you do leave, we’ll give it to you to start your new life.”

            “You can’t be serious?”

            “Why now, honey?  You are our little niece now.  You should be taken care of by the responsible guardians that are in charge of you until you turn eighteen.”

            “You told those guys I was twelve though, now.”

            “So?”

            “Last night, you said I’d be officially eighteen in four years if I stayed as your niece, but now, it looks more like six years.”

            “Mariela, honey, you are not a very responsible person,” Susan told her quietly.  “I don’t care how old you keep claiming you are, there is no way you can get a job the way you are now, and I don’t think four years is enough time to teach you how to behave in society if you want a good job.”

            Mariela sighed.  “But it is MY life, Aunt Susan.  You can’t seriously think you can control me forever!”

            “Baby, I’m not planning on controlling you at all, and certainly not treating you like a child forever.  I’m just trying to do what is best for you.”

            “So… you trapped me into staying at your home for at least the next two weeks?” Mariela whispered to her.

            “Trapped you?” Susan asked.  “Oh, no, you are not trapped.  There are no bars on your windows or the door.  You are free to leave any time you want, but you know, without your papers, you are probably going to get into trouble again, and how do you ever expect to get out of the dumps of living on the streets without the papers your uncle and I are getting for you?”

            Mariela sighed and became quite.  Aunt Susan had a point.

            “I just wish you wouldn’t treat me so much like a little kid,” Mariela sighed.

            “You don’t want to be treated like a kid?  How do you expect us to teach you right from wrong, and how to survive, little girl?  You know, as easily as I picked you up yesterday, what do you think would have happened if I was a guy after something else?”

            Mariela shivered at the thought.

            “You see, you really are not ready to try to live on your own, baby.  You are not ready to be an adult yet.  You are still a little young girl.  You need to have some more time to be a child.”

            Melissa heard them, but she didn’t act like this conversation was that strange.  Maybe she had had similar conversations at home during her upbringing?  Mariela wasn’t sure, but whenever she looked over at the girl, she just smiled and shrugged.

           It was a relief, when after a little shopping, they had some clean panties, nice skirts, cute jeans, popular shorts, and other things, that Aunty Susan decided it was time to go into the bathroom to change her wet little niece.

            The store had given them an extra plastic bag when they heard Susan tell her little pretend niece that she would take her to the bathroom now to change her out of that wet gross skirt and soaked panties.

            “Take off your skirt,” Susan had Mariela in a stall, but the door open so she could direct her.  “Now your panties,” she continued as she stuffed these into the empty plastic bag.  “Go ahead and take your shirt off, too, honey.”

            “But… it’s not even wet,” Mariela pointed out.

            “That’s beside the point,” Susan told her.  “Do you want people to think you decided to wear mismatched popular bottoms with a second hand top?”

            Mariela sighed shook her head no.

            “Of course you don’t, honey.  Now, off with the top.”

            Mariela handed that to her, now completely naked again except for an undershirt.

            “How about you wear this?” Susan handed her a nice popular top that had a face of a large black cat staring out of a purple background that was the main color of the half shirt.

            “And put this on…,” Susan handed her a kind of sports thing that fit around the middle of your body, Susan telling her that she would only get her half shirts if she wore something to hide her belly as well.  Mariela didn’t really like that rule, but this was her aunt’s money, so she felt she had no choice.

            “And finally, Aunt Susan handed her a pair of shorts that were pretty nice.  They were not as short as the most popular girls would want to wear, but they were comfortable, and came down just enough that Aunt Susan wasn’t worried about her panties poking out from the legs.

            “There, now, you look like the cute little girl we’ve adopted,” she whispered to her new baby.

            “Adopted?” Mariela gulped.

            “Well, I mean you are our niece, and you are staying at our house for a while.  What else would you call it?”

            Mariela nodded.  “Yeah.  I see.”

            Aunt Susan patted her little baby fake niece’s butt and whispered to her.  “Now, no more potty accidents today, or that spanking I promised for wetting your pants will really happened.”

            Mariela nodded.  Of course, she didn’t plan on wetting her pants the rest of the day, and was sure it wouldn’t even happen.  The only reason she wet herself at the document office, even if she was a little uncertain about what was going to happen, was because Susan told her to do it, and Steve promised to spank her if she disobeyed her new aunty.

[Guilend]

I think she’ll start to “enjoy” wetting herself ?

[StoneRiver76]

              Chapter 4:

            A couple of more hours, and they had eight different bags of clothes, all for the new little niece to wear as long as she was under her new aunt and uncle’s roof.

            “Okay, Mariela, now that we have some clothes for you, we should go put these in the car, and then come back in for lunch, and after that, want to get you some stuff to play with.”

            “But I’m not really a twelve year old…,”

            Aunt Susan swatted her butt and then raised a scolding finger at her.  “Stop that.  No back talk.”

            Mariela frowned and nodded.  Susan’s little smack to her bottom didn’t hurt, but it certainly reminded her that earlier that morning, Uncle Steve’s smack did hurt, and if she upset Susan too much, Susan would surely tell him that she was not being a good girl, and she really didn’t want him spanking her for real.

            “Now, you be a good like kid, and you get some toys appropriate for a ten year old little girl, understand me?”

            “You said I was twelve,” Mariela started to whine, but then Susan raised her hand in warning again.

            That was enough to make Mariela get quiet and nod.

            “Since you decided to try to back talk,” Susan told her.  “You are going to get some toys for an eight year old now, too.”

            Mariela nodded.  She didn’t have any fight left in her.  Not that Susan was strong enough to actually spank her, like for real, but that Susan would surely get Steve to do so, and as Susan had pointed out to her earlier, she was somewhat trapped right now, because as long as she didn’t have those papers, and as long as Steve and Susan had that money put up that she was given earlier, she would just end up being in the streets again.

            “Well?” Susan looked at Mariela expectantly, but Mariela wasn’t sure what she wanted.

            “Put your thumb in your mouth and walk next to me, like you don’t want to lose me.”

            Mariela nodded and obediently put her thumb in her mouth and started to walk next to Aunty as they took her stuff to the car.  She hoped that this thumb sucking was just a one off to teach her a lesson for back talking, and that it wasn’t something that Susan would want her doing all the time.

            Even as she walked just a step or two behind her aunt, she found a little bit of comfort in her thumb sucking.  She wasn’t supposed to like this, was she?  But somehow, it did make her feel a little more calm.  Aunt wasn’t as tall, as intimidating, as mean, as long as her thumb was in her mouth.  She was just… well, her aunt.  She was strict, for sure, but she was also her family, and her protector.

            They got to the car, and Aunt Susan looked back after putting stuff in the front seat and looked down at the little girl struggling with the two bags she had because she also didn’t dare take her thumb from her mouth.

            “There you are, baby,” she said as though looking for her.  “Let’s see….”

            Her aunt touched the spot where Mariela had sat earlier.  “Still damp, honey.  We better not put your nice things in that place.  Let’s see….”

            She then went around and opened the trunk of the car.        

            “Mariela, please bring me some of the bags.”

            Mariela complied and started by taking one bag at a time, after all, Aunt Susan wanted her thumb in her mouth.

            “Okay, yeah, it looks like all the bags we have so far will fit back here,” Susan said.  “And it looks like we might have room for one or two more, depending on how full they are.”

            She closed the trunk, locked up the car, and then took Mariela’s free hand. 

            Mariela started to pull her thumb from her mouth.

            “Did I give you permission to act older than eight?” Susan asked when she noticed.

            Mariela shook her head no and put her thumb back.

            “Good girl,” her aunt bent down and patted her bottom as she hugged her.  “You listen to aunty and Aunt Susan will not have to tell Uncle Steve you tried to back mouth me today.”

            Mariela nodded.

            They walked into the mall, and Susan decided that an eight year old needed some plushy stuffed animals, some play things that mimicked a house like a play sink and stove and things like that, and of course, there were dolls to get.

            Once she had stocked the cart up with things specifically for kids around the age of eight, Aunt Susan started to let her pick out some coloring books and other things that might be more appropriate for a ten year old, and eventually, even went to the hobby shop and got her some role playing books for juniors, which she said was for twelve year old kids and older.

            All of this shopping took an extra three or four hours, and Mariela started to feel hungry, but not only that, she felt her bladder getting full again.

            She wondered how Susan didn’t seem to need to go at all as she walked ahead of her, but she decided she better speak up and not get in trouble for trying to wait Susan out.

            “Excuse me, Auntie?” Mariela pulled at her.

            “Yes, sweetie?”

            “I gotta… um… go pee.”

            “Good girl,” she said.  “That’s exactly how an eight year old talks.  If you were being a twelve year old, you would definitely play up the embarrassment of not wanting to say exactly what you wanted to do.”

            Mariela blushed and nodded.

            “Actually, Auntie wants to go, too, so we’ll just nip over into the toilets here in a second, honey.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Susan took her first, to a little booth, a place she had not seen before in her life, and after placing fifty cents in there, they took some fun pictures which came out in stickers.

            After they were done, Aunt Susan handed her a hand full of stickers only keeping one set for herself. 

            “Kids love this kind of thing,” she told Mariela.  “But Aunty does want one set of her favorite little niece so I can show you off to all my friends.”

            While Mariela was looking at the stickers, Aunt Susan walked her towards the toilets, and then walked her into the biggest stall made for wheelchairs and such.

            “You wait a minute, while Aunty goes,” she told her little niece.

            Mariela nodded.

            “You’re eight, aren’t you, baby?” Susan asked her.

            Mariela nodded, and then she looked down at her nice shorts, and she saw that Susan was looking expectantly, and Mariela put her hands on her privates.

            “Not all the way…,” Aunt Susan warned her.  “You’re supposed to be trying not to wet, but an eight year old distracted with stickers is very likely to leak a little bit….”

            Mariela nodded.  “Okay.”

            Mariela tried to get it to come out, but nothing came out even as Susan sprayed in front of her into the toilet.  When Susan stood up, Mariela looked up at her.

            “I didn’t wet, Auntie,” she then looked down.

            “Well, Auntie did tell you not to wet your pants, didn’t she?” she smiled at her little niece and directed her to the toilet and started to help her get her shorts down and then her panties before sitting her on the potty.  “Go ahead and pee, baby.  Good girl.”

            Mariela nodded and pushed until she started to pee.  It wasn’t really that bad peeing in front of Susan.  Susan was a woman, after all, but more than that, Susan was really starting to feel like… from some memory years ago, like someone that cared about her getting to the toilet in time, and making her sit on the toilet.

            When Mariela seemed to stop leaking into the toilet, without warning, Aunt Susan picked her up and started to wipe her off.

            “I can do…,” but Mariela stopped short of complaining when she saw the frown on Susan’s face.  She didn’t want to back mouth and get in trouble with Steve.  “Sorry.  I know.  I eight, auntie.”

            “Good girl,” the woman pulled up her shorts and fastened them for her before taking her to the sinks to help her wash her hands.

            “You be a good little girl for Auntie, and you will have a place to live for a long while without having to worry about adult responsibilities until you are ready, and then even then, you will have a place to stay until you’ve had enough time to find a good enough job that you can take care of yourself.”

            Mariela nodded and sighed.

            Aunt Susan then took her little niece out and to the popular stationery store made for girls.

            “Why don’t you go in there and pick out some cute stationery?” Auntie asked her.  “I need to make a quick stop somewhere else, and I really don’t want you coming there with me, but I also want to know where to find you so you don’t get lost or hurt.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Just look around like you are trying to decide, and when I come to get you, we’ll get you some stuff for real.”

            Mariela nodded and started to look around.  The thing is, when Susan picked her off of the toilet because her tinkles had nearly stopped, she really had another push left in her, and she wasn’t sure she could stop from pushing it out.

            She waited until Susan was out of sight though, and then she went and looked at some pencils, and while she was there, she looked around nervously, and made sure no one was looking, and then she sprayed her panties the rest of the way.  Luckily, it wasn’t really that much, and her shorts didn’t seem to get wet, but her panties were definitely damp from it.

            Feeling her bottom to make sure she wasn’t wet, and satisfied, she started now looking around with the confidence that no one would know what she had just done.

            Auntie wasn’t gone that long, really, before she returned and was staring over her shoulder at what she was looking at, at this moment, some cat stamps and ink pads.

            “Do you like these, sweetie?” Aunt Susan asked.

            “These kinds of things are more for a girl twelve years old,” she told her.  “Someone I can trust not to get all over the furniture and walls at home.  Of course, we’ll get them, but they will be put up when you are behaving like an eight year old.”

            Mariela nodded with a frown.

            “Now, don’t look like that.  You are the one that back mouthed me like a little kid.  If you don’t want to be treated like an eight year old, then behave as you are told.”

            Mariela nodded.

            She patted Susan on the arm.

            “Auntie?”

            “What honey?”

            “You’re going to notice anyway, so it’s better to tell you what happened.”

            “Yes, sweetie?”

            “I kind of leaked a little bit while you were gone.  I wasn’t done in the toilet when you got me off the toilet.  I’m sorry.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t finished?” Susan asked surprised.

            “Because I was afraid of looking like back talking you, so I got scared to say something, but I couldn’t stop it, and I leaked here at the store.”

            “Okay, honey.  Maybe that was Aunt Susan’s fault this time, but next time, if I get you up early, you tell Aunt Susan you don’t think you’re done.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded.  “I’m sorry.”

            “Alright, baby.  Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

            They were finally walking back to the car with two cart loads of toys and stuff for her, and when Mariela got in the back seat, the opposite of where she had sat when she was soaked, Susan suddenly handed her a special toy that she knew they had not picked out together.

            It was from build-a-bear!  Mariela felt a little ripped off that she had not been able to go and choose her own, but then she saw that in the left side of the bear’s chest, there was a red heart patch that read: “To Auntie’s baby.”

            The bear had a lot of dress up clothes, and it seemed Susan had actually planned the size of the bear perfectly, because as she looked through the clothes for the bear, she realized that a lot of these things would fit some of the other plushy animals she had gotten as well as two of her dolls.

            Mariela held the bear and put her thumb back in her mouth as she looked through the outfits.  They were all so cute!

            Mariela thought that if she really were an eight year old, she would have definitely appreciated all these things a lot more, and even if she were really twelve years old, she might not have even minded half of them, but she wondered if she could really pretend to be half as happy with them as Susan wanted her to be.

            By the time they got home, Aunt Susan barely had enough time to put her clothes away, put her toys nicely around her room, and put her wet in skirt and panties into the wash before she told Mariela that it was time to go get Uncle Steve from work.

            Mariela was in the living room, lying on her stomach, given permission to be twelve again, coloring in one of her more mature coloring books.

            “Okay,” Mariela stood up leaving her coloring there on the floor.

            “Pick up your book and crayons,” Susan told her.  “You’re taking them with you along with the build-a-bear I got you.”

            Mariela nodded and picked up her stuff while her aunt went to her room to get the bear.

            Soon, they were in the car, outside the Ace Hardware, waiting for Uncle Steve, and little baby girl Mariela coloring in her coloring book with her hear in her lap.  The wet seat next to her was quite obvious.

            “Little Mariela wet her pants after all?” Steve asked Susan.

            “Well, it wasn’t really her fault, so I let it slide,” Susan said.  “The scary people at the documents office told me to go sit down so they could ask her questions privately, some questions she had no way of knowing the answer to, so she got scared and had an accident in her pants.”

            “Oh, well, I guess any little twelve year old would get scared at that.”

            Wait?  He just called her twelve years old!  Did aunt tell him how old she told the people?  Did they already plan to make her twelve the whole time?

            Mariela leaned up as far as the seatbelt would stretch.

            “I’m sorry I wet my pants, Uncle Steve.”

            “That’s okay, baby.  Auntie says you are not going to be punished for that because you were scared.  You don’t punish a kid for being scared, baby.”

            Mariela nodded and sat back.

            “How did shopping go?”

            “She was a little, you know, confused by stuff and not used to having a caring aunt, but she did her best and obeyed me all the way until we got home, so you don’t need to spank her.”

            “That’s good, Steve smiled and looked back at Mariela.  “I want to have my little niece sit in my lap when we get home and tell me all about today, especially when you got scared at the office.  I want to know from your view point, what would cause a healthy big twelve year old like you to wet your pants like that, baby.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I’ve been out all day getting stuff that our little niece needs,” Susan told Steve.  “And we still need to make dinner….”

            “Honey, you’re probably really tired, aren’t you?”

            Susan nodded.

            “How about we take her to a nice restaurant and show her how a family eats at a nice place?”

            “Do you think she’s really ready for that?  She still has trouble remembering to call me Auntie, and I don’t trust her to act her age of twelve years old.”

            “Then she can act eight,” Steve said.  “I’ll keep her in my lap until the food comes and talk to her appropriately so she learns how to be a good little girl.”

            “You’re sure she won’t cause eyebrows to raise?”

            “Not if she doesn’t want a spanking,” Steve said in finality that made Mariela gulp.

            When they pulled in the parking lot, the first thing Steve did, was pick her up, and take her to the other side of the car, but her back down while he got her bear and put it in her hands, and then when he lifted her again, she felt the sticky wetness in her shorts.  It looked like she had just wet herself.

            “Not one word,” he breathed in her ear as he held her and patted her now wet bottom.  “You be good and pretend to be happy I’m carrying you in to the restaurant.”

            Mariela nodded and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her.

            “Good girl,” he whispered.  “If you still gotta pee, I expect the restaurant chair to get a little damp before you ask me to take you potty.”

            Mariella nodded.

            “I mean it.  If you ask me and the chair doesn’t feel that wet, you will be punished later.”

            Mariela sniffled and nodded.  She would do it, if she had to.  She didn’t want a spanking.

            Uncle Steve took her right to their table at this place, where it was half like a fast food burger place in that you just go to the front and order what you want and carry it back yourself, but what you ordered was much more like a decent meal. 

            Steve sat down, and he put his little niece in his lap, turned sideways so they could talk comfortably.

            “So, the documentation office was a bit scary for my little girl, huh?”

            Mariela nodded.  “I peed my pants,” she whispered.

            “So, how about you tell me what they did that made you so scared that that happened?”

            “Well, first, they kept asking Aunt Susan like she might be lying, if I really was her niece, and made her tell them how I got here and why I didn’t have papers….”

            Steve smiled and patted her bottom.

            “Yeah, that would be a little frustrating.”

            “Then they asked her if she knew what hospital I was born.  I don’t know how she would even know that!  You guys weren’t there when I was born.”

            “Yeah, that is a hard question, isn’t it?”

            “Then they told her to leave me there to answer them and to go sit way over there… like…,” and she slid off of Uncle’s lap and walked way over to another table.  “…like this far away,” she yelled towards him and then started on her way back still talking.  “…And then they asked me if I was kidnapped.”

            Steve frowned.  “That would be scary, wouldn’t it?”

            “That’s when I started to leak, but I was too scared to tell anyone I was starting to wet.  And then they asked me what school I went to, and I told them I was homeless, so we couldn’t send me to school, and they told me another questions and another, and I started to cry and pee… and pee… and I wet my pants, uncle,” and she quivered her lip up at him.

            “Oh, little one.  I didn’t mean to make you cry again.”

            He lifted her up and sat her in his lap again.  “You’re safe now, though, right?  They let you come home with auntie.”

            Mariela nodded.  She whispered up at Steve.  “I was scared for real, though, that they were going to call immigration on me.”

            “Oh, now, that had to be scary!  No wonder my little lady peed her pants!”

            Mariela decided not to correct him on that point just now.  It was too embarrassing as it was, and her shorts being wet, now, she figured that everyone that heard her drama play out so Steve would be happy she acted like an eight year old, would figure the wetness in her shorts was from her wetting her pants.

            “You’re a good little girl,” Steve told her as he rubbed her back.  “But you know, they do have to check because this is a dangerous world we live in, sweetheart.  Even though you are twelve years old, I will not be sending you into public bathrooms on your own because things are just too strange lately.”

            Mariela nodded.  “I know.  You said girls as old as sixteen get kidnapped and they always disappear where they are alone and i-sol-a-ted, and where they are the most powerless.  So, of course a bathroom is all those things, so I know.”

            Steve smiled and patted her thigh.  “That’s right, baby.  Even Aunty Susan doesn’t use public bathrooms after nine unless I can take her.”

            “Are you kidding?”

            “Nope.  She’ll wet her pants if she really can’t hold it, and I can’t be there to make sure of her safety.”

            “Wow!  So… if you espect Aunt Susan to do that… then I know why you won’t let me!”

            “Good.  Because I just want to protect people that are important to me, honey.  It doesn’t matter that much to me if you wet on accident because of being safe.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Susan came back with some chicken-fried steaks, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green beans, and some apple cobbler.

            “You eat up all the vegetables as well as the main dish,” she told Mariela.  “And we’ll let you have dessert.”

            Mariela nodded and slid off of her uncle’s lap.

            “Oh, honey, did she pee her pants again?” Susan looked at where Mariela had gotten off of his lap.

            “She might of, but don’t punish her, honey.  She was just recounting what happened when she got scared earlier, so she might have leaked a bit from being scared.”

            “Well, that might mean she needs to use the potty, though,” Susan said.  “Maybe you should take her potty and make sure she doesn’t make a mess out here?”

            Steve nodded and stoop up and motioned for Mariela to do the same.

            “Uncle?” Mariela looked up at him.  “I’m twelve years old, right?”

            Uncle Steve nodded.

            “I… I not trying to back talk, but maybe if auntie take me instead?”

            “Honey, I just told you at the table, even Aunt Susan doesn’t go on her own after nine.”

            “It’s not nine, though, Uncle.”

            “No.  But you are not an adult either.  I don’t want someone to see your Aunt by herself with a child in the toilets if I’m here.  I can take you and make sure you are safe because criminals like that are cowards and not likely to confront a man with his kid.”

            “Oh, um… okay.”

            Steve reached down and picked Mariela up who then put her thumb in her mouth feeling a little insecure and remembering how sucking her thumb made her feel a little better.

            He took her not into the men’s, but into the women’s room, and he called out that he was coming in with his little girl before he opened the door and took her to the nearest stall and put her down.

            “Go potty, baby.  Uncle Steve will be right here when you are done.”

            Mariela nodded and went over to the toilet and after he closed the door, pulled down her icky wet shorts and panties.  The pee spot was still so wet in the car, it had seeped through to her panties when he only sat her down for a short time.

            She tried really hard to get it going.

            When he opened the stall to check on her, she looked up at him, her face turning red, and he smiled as she sprayed pee right into the toilet.

            “Good girl,” Steve said.

            Once she was done, he walked in and helped her get her wet panties and shorts back up because she had a hard time pulling them up, not being so used to pulling up wet pants on herself.

            “Alright, honey, it’s a good thing we did take you potty.  Looks like you almost wet your pants, baby.”

            When they came out to wash her hands, she saw some other people in the bathroom, and some of them smiled when they noticed what he had seemed to refer to as the back of her shorts were definitely wet in… from their point of view.

            “I’m sorry,” Mariela said.

            “That’s alright, honey.  Just don’t be so nervous to tell Uncle Steve and Aunt Susan you gotta go.  You don’t want to wear soaked pants, do you, honey?”

            “No,” she shook her head and walked out with Uncle Steve to their table where she climbed into a chair and started to eat her food.

            “You’re right, she really had to go.  I think she even peed a little bit before I got her on the toilet judging by how wet her shorts had gotten.”

            “Well, she should have told me she had to go.”

            “Do you want me to spank her for not telling you?”

            “No.  I guess not.  I think we better have a talk with her when we get home about what we expect from her though.  The last thing we need from her school, is to have them calling and complaining she wets her pants at school every day.”

            “Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” Steve seemed to agree.

            Mariela just let them play their game about pretending to have a niece that keeps wetting her pants.  She knew for a fact that the pee in her shorts this time, was from her sitting in the wet spot for a few minutes while Uncle Steve got her ready to come into the restaurant.  He obviously wanted her to look like she had an accident.

            Later, after they had gotten home, Steve carrying his little supposed eight or twelve year old, Mariela wasn’t sure exactly, niece from the car and into the living room, he sat pulling her into his lap while Aunt Susan went to use the restroom.

            “I want you to pay very careful attention to what we say when Aunt Susan gets out of the bathroom, honey, because this is important.”

            Mariela nodded as she sat in his lap. 

            “Am I going to change my shorts?” she asked him.

            “After we are done talking, I’ll take you to get a bath, honey.”

            Mariela nodded.  There was no point in trying to fight them.  Steve was strong enough to lift her like she was an eight year old, and between the both of them, she didn’t think she’d have much of a chance of getting away from them.

            When Susan came out of the bathroom she frowned at seeing Mariela in Steve’s lap.

            “Why isn’t her pants changed yet?”

            “I figure she’s going to get a bath as soon as we are done talking anyway, so no point in changing her just yet, is there?”

            Susan sighed.  “I guess you’re right.  So, the question is, how to begin….”

            Steve smiled and kissed Mariela on the side of the head.

            “Well, first of all, the truth is, Mariela, we need you here as much as you need a place to stay.  You were not picked up by accident, or mistaken as a child.  At first, Susan really did think you were a little kid, but even we are not that stupid, after seeing how you were last night, to not know you weren’t telling us the facts.”

            Mariela frowned.  “So, you really believe me, I’m twenty-three?”

            “Yes, but you also said you are not sure if you are an illegal.  You could be in serious trouble if the police find you without papers, right?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Susan and I decided to treat you like a little girl today, and see how it would work out.  We had talked over the plan last night, and I had planned to treat you like a child up until I got to talk to you about the scary place, and even try to make you have another accident to see how you’d take it.  I wasn’t able to actually make you have a second accident, but I did sit you in the pee, and you didn’t say a word.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Well, that was a test, because we needed to see if it would work.”

            “If what would work, sir?”

            “We still want you to be our little niece,” Steve told her.  “And we are still going to get the papers for you whether you agree to be our niece or not, but you know, if you are our niece, you’ll have a permanent place to stay at least for a while….”

            “Okay… but you’re going to spank me.”

            “Yes, if you act out of character of our little niece, we will have to discipline you back into character.  You need to learn how to behave the way we want you to.”

            Mariela frowned.  “I don’t think I want that, though.”

            “No, no one wants to be spanked, Mariela.  But what you would want, is to not worry about where you are going to eat, where you’ll sleep, and whether the police will call immigration on you, or you getting napped by someone with really bad intentions while you are on the street, no?”

            Mariela nodded.  “Yeah.  I guess.”

            “Well, think about it.  Isn’t a light spanking a very small price to pay for your safety and security in that you will have a place to stay, food, and a safety?”

            Mariela looked down.

            “Whether you try to run from us after two weeks or not, the government is going to think you are twelve years old.  If you are checked on, you will be sent to a foster home if they cannot find any parents for you, and at least that, is better than going to jail when you didn’t even try to break the law, right?”

            Mariela sighed and nodded.

            “So, if you leave right now, you won’t get any papers because we don’t have them yet, and you’ll risk being put in prison for illegally sneaking into America.  If you wait two weeks and try to leave, you’ll be put in another foster home where they won’t even know you are not twelve years old, and if you stay with us, you will never have to worry about safety and food again.”

            Mariela nodded at every point he made.

            Mariela looked up at him as he started making his points ready to argue each and every one of them, but as he got closer and closer to making his last point, she realized she had no good argument to counter it.  He was right.  She was much safer with them than out on the street, and she needed to wait at least for the papers if she wanted there to be any chance she would not go to immigration jail. 

            Finally, she just put her thumb in her mouth.

            “I think she’s decided,” Steve told Susan.

            “Good.  Now, honey, I know Steve seems to be the one in charge, but that’s not the case, is it Steve?”

            “No, baby,” he picked up the little lady he had let off of his lap while he made his points.  “You see, I’m thinking about quitting my current job soon, but I will need to focus a lot more attention on something else I plan to open up after that.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “So, actually, Steve used to have his own apartment, but we talked about this plan for months before we found the perfect little girl to try this with, you.”

            Susan stood up and looked over at Steve for a moment, and then she went on.

            “Well, I knew Steve was unappreciated at his current job, and he had been for a very long time.  The problem is, as you likely well know, the market for finding a job right now is really bad.  Steve only has a high school education, so there are not that many people that will hire him.”

            Mariela frowned still wondering what all this had to do with her.

            “Over the last six months, we’ve been redecorating my basement,” Susan told her.  “You see, there are these professional role playing game storytellers who can make a lot of money if they have the right appeal….”

            Mariela frowned and looked down at her lap wondering what she had to do with all this.

            “The thing is, Steve is a very messy gamer when he is running games, and he will also need someone to practice his stories on before he runs each scenario.”

            “Oh,” Mariela said.  “Does he expect me to act like a kid and to tell him if the story sucks?”

            “Not exactly,” Steve chucked and rubbed her back.  “You will actually be in the story, as one of the characters, and you won’t need to say anything about the story when we are done.  I’ll know by how engaged you were with it.”

            “…A…n…d…,” Susan went on drawing out her ‘and’ to make sure she had Mariela’s attention.  “As I said, he can be a messy game storyteller, and I don’t like cleaning up after his story sessions.  That’s what you are going to do.”

            “So, I’m not just your niece, but I’m going to be your maid, too?”

            “Don’t think of it like that, baby,” Steve patted her back.  “You are our little niece, but you know, kids need chores to help them grow up to be responsible.  Helping Uncle Steve clean up after a game session is just your little girl chore.”

            Mariela frowned.  “I’d get paid as an adult maid.”

            “You also wouldn’t be wetting your pants as an adult,” Susan said.

            “But I didn’t….”

            “You didn’t?” Susan raised her eyebrow.

            “No.  You told me to wet at that document place!  It was YOUR fault!”

            “And last night?”

            “I didn’t wet….”

            “Your shorts were soaked when I got you home, little lady, and you didn’t do it because I told you to do it.”

            “No.  That’s a lie!”

            “You were wet!  Even the McDonalds Manager believed my story of you being on the bus like that because you smelled like you peed!”

            “But…,” Mariela felt a tear in her eye.

            “Susan, lay off a minute,” Steve said.  “You’re scaring her.”

            Susan frowned.

            “Look, Mariela, you almost peed your pants at the restaurant, too, you know,” he said soothingly.  “You almost didn’t say anything, and I only took you because Susan was playing up to the little wet spot in your shorts, but you really did pee in the toilet.  Think!  If I had not taken you, you would have wet yourself at the table, and no one told you to do it.”

            “I… that wasn’t….”

            Mariela gave up, tears falling down her face.

            “We are not mad that you almost wet yourself or a third time today, honey.  That is not the point here.  We are trying to show you that you are too irresponsible to live on your own or even have a real job.”

            “But I had one!”

            “That you were fired from, and the people said that it was because of an immigration raid, according to you…,” Susan said.  “But what if the real reason they fired you was because you were caught leaking in your uniform once in a while.  Most immigrants are not just fired that easily.  They are given some time off until things calm down, but then welcomed back.  You have to ask yourself, why didn’t they call you back for over two months?”

            Mariela shivered a bit.  She didn’t recall when she started to leak once in a while, but she thought it had to do with being in the streets and without a toilet readily accessible, but what if Susan was right, and she just didn’t remember leaking in her pants at her old job?

            “So, what is the plan, then, honestly?” she finally asked the couple.

            “You are going to live as our twelve year old niece, and be treated as a child.  You will get allowance money for helping Uncle Steve keep his story place clean, and for testing out his stories for him.  That’s it.”

            “So, you really want me to behave like a twelve year old kid?”

            “Sometimes ten or even eight, if we think you need a lesson of some kind related to that age,” Susan told her.

            Mariela frowned.  “And if I do this, I get a free room, free food, and all these clothes you bought me without having to pay you back at all?”

            “That’s the plan,” Susan told her.  “Of course, our little twelve year old niece wets the bed at night, so no arguing about being diapered at night.”

            Mariela sighed.  “Do I have to wet on purpose?”

            “No,” Susan said.  “I’m sure there are ways it can be made an accident once in a while if I feel you are getting too big for your britches.”

            Mariela looked down.  “I don’t like this deal.  It’s really one sided, you know.”

            “Well, you know where the door is.  We are not putting bars on the windows or the door.  If you get tired of this game, you can try to take care of yourself, but remember, the papers will be the only things that keep you in America, and we don’t get them for two weeks, and even after that, if you are caught, you will be thought of as a child wherever you go.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I’ll try it.”

            “Good girl,” Steve patted her lap.  “Now, it’s time for our little eight year old to get a bath.”

            “Eight?”

            “uh…huh,” Steve said patting her lap. 

            “You gonna wash me, aren’t you?”

            Steven nodded.  “You gonna be a good girl so I don’t have to spank you?”

            Mariela nodded.

[diapernocturnus]

This seem to fun begining looking forwards to where it goes from here.

[DDude25]

Following this one

[snowwhite]

Wow
The cards are on the table, no more bluffs!
I did not expect this turn.
I am very curious where this will lead.

This is a very nice story for me.
I really enjoy the interactions between Susan and Merieal.

Thanks for your work so far

I am very curious how it will go on

[GQLF]

great story!

[StoneRiver76]

            Chapter 5:

            As an eight year old, the first difference from the night before, was that Uncle Steve was giving the little woman her bath, but a second change, was that it was a bath and not a shower.

            Steve stood up and picked the little woman up and started to carry her just like his little eight year old niece.  Susan smiled and kicked back to watch some television.

            “Are you a good little girl?” Uncle Steve asked her teasingly as he carried her back to the bathroom.  “Are you?”

            He patted her bottom and hugged her.  “My little princess niece.”

            Mariela’s face blushed a little and his little love pats on her bottom made her feel… well, like a little girl, but she couldn’t describe exactly how it made her feel.  Was a twenty-three your old woman supposed to like to be patted like that, and hugged?  It had been so long since anyone cared about her at all, or even pretended to….

            The little woman found her thumb starting towards her mouth, but she paused halfway, not really sure she what she wanted.  It was a little humiliating to be treated like a little girl, but it was also….  She didn’t like it.  She didn’t.

            Uncle Steve put the little woman down in front of the toilet and he whispered.

            “You need to sit on the potty, baby?”

            Mariela looked down blushing.

            “I know you’re already wet, baby, but still.  It’s no excuse to wet yourself on purpose, is it?  So, do you want to sit on the toilet or not, honey?”

            Mariela nodded that she wanted to sit on the toilet.

            Steve smiled and hugged her.  “Good girl, sweetie.  You are too big to just wet your pants for no reason.”

            He started to unbutton her shorts.

            Mariela just sighed and let him.  He was going to see a lot more than her panties in a few minutes.  He was probably going to start washing her, so what did it matter if he was taking her shorts off of her?

            “Uncle Steve’s little princess kept wetting on the bus to the house, and she had a few accidents in the last couple of days, but does the little one also poop her pants?” he asked her as he pulled her panties down.

            “No?” Mariela pleaded more than anything because it was their sick game, that made her wet.  She hoped they were not going to force her to poop her pants, too.

            “Are you sure, little girl?  Because Uncle Steve will be very upset if you lie about it, but not as upset if you do have accidents like that, and you tell me the truth.”

            Mariela looked down putting her thumb in her mouth, tears in her eyes.

            “You don’t?” he whispered in her eart?

            She shook her head.

            He hugged her, and as he did, he pulled down her shorts and panties together until he dropped them to the floor and she stepped out of them.

            “Try to poop in the potty, baby, so you don’t poop your diapers tonight, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            He lifted her up and put her on the toilet.

            Mariela screwed up her face, her eyes closed tight as she tried to push with all her energy hoping something would come out.  The last thing she wanted, was for Uncle to decide she was going to be pooping her pants along with wetting the bed.

            Uncle Steve must have moved on, because though her eyes were closed, she could hear him going over to the tub, and then he turned the faucet handles and water started to pour into the tub, and as it did, she instinctively peed a little bit, and then she felt it.  A little slithering push at her butt, ever so gently, pushed her open, and then started to slide down around her bottom before pushing past and into the toilet with some plopping sounds.  She was pooping, even with Steve in the bathroom.

            She had never been one that could even pee in front of other people before this, but for some reason, here she was, actually pooping in the toilet in front of not just another woman, but a man right in the room, right in view of her, running the bathtub for her bath.

            She pushed again, and the slithering plops continued.

            Uncle Steve turned off the filling tub just as the last ploppity plop hit the water in the toilet and she breathed out in relief, her red face from forcing herself to poop, now starting to drain back towards its usual color.

            Steve walked over to her, and he lifted her off of the toilet and looked down inside the toilet, then he hugged her.

            “Good girl, Mariela.  I’m glad my little niece didn’t do that in her pants or even diaper.  “You do know that would be really hard to clean up, don’t you?”

            Mariela nodded looking down a little embarrassed at the way he was praising her for pooping in the toilet like she was some kind of toddler or something that needed to be encouraged.

            He got some toilet paper, and he bent her over a little and started to wipe her bottom.

            “What are you doing?” Mariela asked him.

            “Honey, you don’t seem to know how to wipe yourself,” he told her.  “Your Aunt Susan told me about finding poop in your bottom last night when she gave you a shower, and she said you claimed you didn’t poop your pants, so if you didn’t poop your pants, and you showed me just now that you are able to control that, then you must not be wiping yourself that good, so Uncle and Auntie should make sure you are clean from now on.  You can get an infection if you’re not wiping good.”

            Mariela frowned.  “I said.  It was because I didn’t always have access to the toilet or something to wipe with.”

            “Honey, no more excuses.  You are with Uncle and Auntie, now, so we will teach you and take care of our little niece.”

            He tore off a little more toilet paper and handed it to her.

            “Here, you can try to wipe the front and around your middle, but if you don’t do it right, Uncle will have to do it for you.”

            Mariela nodded, very uncomfortable at the idea that he even thought he had to wipe her butt.  She certainly didn’t want him wiping between her legs or her pee pee place.

            Pee pee place?  Why’d she call it that?  She was NOT a little girl!  She is not!

            After Uncle supervised her wiping herself, and tearing off more paper for her as she needed it, he bent down and hugged her after she threw the last of the needed paper into the toilet, and then he lifted her shirt and started to help her get the rest of the way ready for her bath.

            “You are such a good little girl, sweetie.  It’s not your fault you don’t know how to wipe your bottom that good, being on the streets as long as you were, honey.”

            He kissed her head after he took off her undershirt, and then he took her over to the tub and helped her get in.

            “After Uncle Steve gives you a nice warm bath with bubbles, we are going to put you in a diaper the rest of the night, so don’t worry about trying to get to the potty until morning, after we take off your diaper, honey.  Uncle Steve’s little princess has trouble making it potty at night, and that’s okay.  Aunt Susan will not spank you for having problems with wetting as long as you have a diaper on.”

            Mariela sighed and let him put her in the tub.  There was nothing she could do, and even though she was perfectly naked, and he even had access to wiping her butt, somehow, she felt like she was safe.  He seemed to have no intention of doing anything to her, of a nature that was violent or even remotely close to something you wouldn’t do with a child.

            “Do you remember what Uncle Steve said if you were a good little girl today and minded your Auntie Susan?”

            Mariela looked down not sure what he was on about.

            “Remember, honey?  This morning, when I took you potty?” Steve was washing her hair at this point.  “I said I’d give you a surprise.”

            “Oh, yeah,” Mariela blushed not really that excited by a surprise that they thought would be appropriate to hype up to a little girl.

            “So, after your little bath, Uncle is going to treat you to a special bedtime story.”

            “Special?” she said rolling her eyes.

            “That’s right, baby.  Instead of just hearing a tale, you get to be IN THE TALE.”

            “It’s kind of hard to be in a tail,” Mariela said playing with his words.

            “Clever, Princess.”

            Steve wiggled his fingers around her sides, far enough to the side that he didn’t touch her in a way was particularly uncomfortable, but his wiggling fingers tickled her and she started to splash to try to get away from him.

            “Oh, baby Mariela is ticklish, is she?” he taunted as he wiggled his fingers at her.

            Mariela smiled up at him.  He was kind of charming when he was playing around with her, and actually, she did prefer to be played with this way than what he could be doing to her.

            Sooner than she expected, and maybe… maybe half before she wanted to, he was done washing her and lifted her out of the murky water and set her on her feet, where he slipped a towel over her, and then hugged her from behind just like he kept doing when she was seated at the table.

            “Such a good little sweet precious thing you are,” he whispered to her as he waddle walked her back to her room.

            When they got to the room she had slept in the night before, he patted the bed for her to get up, and then after helping her to lie down, he slipped a fluffy cushion under her, a silky smooth fluff that she knew from the night before, as a diaper, only, then he slipped between her legs, another fluffy, lavender fragrant pad, and then started to close up the little cushion around her so she was nice and snug.

            Once he had his little niece in her little pee pillow, Steve lifted her by under her arms, and set her on her feet and motioned her to come to the dresser, where he then slipped a pair of gray and striped sweatpants over her legs and fluffy gray sweatshirt over her chest, one with some little feminine designs at the neck and the ends of the sleeves.

            After she was dressed, he picked her up and beeped her nose with his finger, making the “beep” sound as he touched her.

            Mariela smiled.

            “Now, let’s go show you how a bedtime story works around her for a little twelve year old,” Uncle Steve told her.

            Mariela nodded and let him carry her.

            “It’s only eight, though, uncle.  Do twelve year old kids go to bed so early in your house?”

            “Oh, honey, you’ll see.  Eight o’clock is actually a little late to start a bedtime story in this house.”

            “So, what, am I ‘apposed to go sleep before eigth?”

            “No, sweetie.  Come on, you’ll see….”

            Uncle Steve carried his little niece down to the living room, and held her next to Aunt Susan.

            “Aunt Susie, you might want to tell your niece good night now.  We are about to start her bedtime story, and you know, I’m going to keep her at it until our little girl falls asleep.”

            “Oh, okay.  Make sure she stays hydrated while you are talking to her though.”

            Aunt gave Uncle something behind Mariela’s back, so she couldn’t see it, the way Uncle Steve was holding her and took the object, not that she really cared what it was.

            Susan then reached over, and Steve held her out a bit so Auntie could half hold the little sweetie.

            “Sweet dreams, baby.  You are such a good little sweetie.  Now, there is no reason to get out of bed in the night.  You have a nice soft diaper on, so if you happen to need to pee, you just do so, like when you were in the wild on the streets, because if you get up in the middle of the night all the time, you’ll be fussy and tired all the next day.”

            Mariela sighed.

            “I mean it, baby.  It’s okay for our little twelve year old niece to wet herself when she’s in diapers especially when she’s supposed to be sleeping.”

            Mariela nodded, and Auntie Susan helped her thumb find her mouth.

            “You are such a good little girl.  Good night, sweetheart.”

            “Goo nigh’” the little one whispered.

            Then, instead of taking her right up to her room, where she had her toys and clothes, Uncle Steve took through a door in the kitchen she had not yet been through, and they walked down into a beautiful basement room.

            There was this huge oak table, but it was something that looked like it came right out of a sci-fi movie.  The center of the Oak edge, it was like glass, only it wasn’t glass.  It was like someone had mounted a huge computer screen or something into this thing.  There were places for eight chairs, four on each side of the table, and then there was a portion of the table that was screened off with blocky wooden dividers.

            Uncle Steve carried Mariela over and sat her down at his command seat, and she saw behind the blocky dividers, there were dice, a laptop computer that was hooked into the table, and under the table on his side, there were slots where he had books upon books of stuff. 

            “This is my story room,” Steve told her.

           Each of the chairs were like something from a very comfortable office.  Each chair had a different color seat and back, cushioned for extended comfort, and even at each of the players’ stations, there were slots for two books and a pullout tray for maybe writing space or something.  There were little dice cups, and then there were even little cup holders build into the lower part of the table, so that drink cups were not on top of the table.

            Mariela was very interested in the workmanship and the design of this thing.  It must have cost a small fortune to make.

            Behind the command center where her uncle sat, there were actually two chairs.  One of the chairs looked just like the other office chairs, but then there was a little plastic chair that also had its own little pull out desk tray, and under it were three little cup holders, but the cup holders were all difference sizes for some reason.  There was a dice cup, too, and there were little books in some slots.

            “Pick up one of the books,” Steve encouraged his little niece.

            How to Play Dungeons and Dragons: A junior’s journal was the title of one of the books.  Mariela looked up at him.

            “Open the cover, honey.”

            “To our little niece:

                       So that you may always have a story in your heart.

                                               Love Uncle Steve and Aunt Susan

            Mariela looked up at him.

            “Mine?” she asked him.

            He nodded and gestured at the other books and everything in that little cubby just next to his command chair.

            She picked up a piece of paper that was on the pullout tray.

                                   Niece’s First Character:

            Name:  Lillian Lovenest  Class: Child  Level: 1

            Strength:  6             Attack:  Hug: +2  damage: cuteness d8 + 2

            Dexterity:  14 Armor Class: 12

            Constitution: 14          HP: d6 (8) 

            Intelligence: 10           Magic:  Friends

            Wisdom: 14

            Charisma: 19

 

            Mariela looked up at her uncle.  “This my first character for your story?”

            “Yes, sweetheart.  Now, we are going to start a bedtime story for you.”

            “Okay.”

            Uncle Steve scratched out Lillian though, and wrote Mariela on the top of the paper.

            He also added next to the Hp, some other writing:

 

Niece’s First Character:

            Name:  Mariela Lovenest  Class: Child  Level: 1

            Strength:  6             Attack:  Hug: +2  damage: cuteness d8 + 2

            Dexterity:  14 Armor Class: 12

            Constitution: 14          HP: d6 (8)  Panty HP 4 skirt HP 4

            Intelligence: 10           Magic:  Friends

            Wisdom: 14

            Charisma: 19

 

            “What is HP?” Mariela asked having never seen this concept before.

            “It means hit points, honey.”

            “Why you write Panty HP and skirt HP just now?”

            “Because they are important to your story, sweetie.”

            “Okay.  But that means my panties, are… what, alive?  I heard of hit points when people talked about video games.”

            “No, honey, your clothes are not alive, but you’ll see.  You need panty hit points and skirt hit points because of what can happen to them.”

            “Do they get ripped?”

            “They can….”

            “Okay.  So, how do we start?”

            Uncle pulled something out that maybe Aunt Susan must have given him when she passed him something behind Mariela’s back before.  It was… A BOTTLE like a baby uses, and it had some dark liquid in it.

            “What is that?” Mariela demanded.

            “It’s your night time drink,” Steve told her.

            “I’m too old for a bottle,” she looked down hoping she wasn’t disobeying out of character.  “Even eight year olds don’t need that anymore.”

            “Well, you do, honey.  It’s only for bedtime, to make sure you stay hydrated.”

            Mariela sighed.  “What’s in it?”

            “Cola, I think.”

            “You not ‘apposed to give little kids soda after bed,” Mariela told him.

            “And why is that?” Steve asked her.

            “I… I’m not sure.  I think it might have something to do with the caffeine.”

            “Yeah, go on, reason it out, honey.  You’re a smart little girl.  Think about it….”

            “It can keep little kids awake,” she said.

            “Don’t worry, Auntie and Uncle Steve have already planned for that.  So, what else can caffeine do to little kids that are asleep?”

            Mariela put her finger to her face and tapped along side her nose. 

            “It can….”

            Uncle Steve patted her sweats, right on the butt where she felt him tapping her diaper.

            “Oh, does caffeine make little kids wet the bed?” she asked him.

            “Now, you’re getting it.”

            So, maybe this is what dear auntie Susan meant by making her have an accident at night?  Well, if it was just to give her cola, maybe that wasn’t so bad, but Mariela was still a big girl.  She wasn’t sure cola was going to be enough to make her wet the bed, but just the same, with a sigh, she reached for the bottle with both hands.

            “Good girl!” Steve said when it looked like she was being enthusiastic about it.  She wasn’t….  She wasn’t.  She just wanted Uncle Steve to be happy for now.

            Uncle Steve sat in his command chair, and put his little niece in his lap, took her paper from her little spot at the table, and placed it on his bigger command area, and he smiled.

            “Now, once upon a time, there was this little twelve year old princess called Mariela,” he started….

            Mariela started to listen to his story, but after he had set the scene of her being in her dark room, and hearing something scurrying around her bed, he turned to her, and picking up a ‘dice’ thing that almost looked like a ball because it had not six sides, but twenty on it, and he asked:  “What do you do, sweetheart?”

            “So, I… I actually talk for and do actions for the princess?” Mariela asked him.

            “Exactly,” Steve told her.  “This is what I meant by a story telling game.”

            “Oh, okay,” she drank a little from the bottle, testing it.  Her auntie seemed to have predicted that she might have trouble remembering how to drink from a bottle, so she had somehow, made a hole big enough in the nipple, that the cola was actually easy to get to come out.

            She smiled up at Uncle Steve and she said… “I try to look over the edge of the bed, but I don’t let anything on my body get over the edge, or anything.  Can I see something?”

            He rolled the round die thing and it came up a 6.

            “Nope.  It looks quiet where you are looking, but you hear scurrying on the other side of the bed….”

            Mariela looked up at him.  “Are you cheating just so you can make me kidnapped on purpose in the story?” she asked him.

            Steve chuckled and shook his head.  “Such a natural response from a twelve year old.  No, here, look at my notes, baby.”

            Roll Perception (wis) against 15.  If success, the character will notice something, if not, the noise is somewhere else.

            “See?  You rolled a 6, so you don’t see it.”

            “But I didn’t roll,” Mariela crossed her arms as if she really was a little kid and put out her lip in a pout.  “You rolled it, and you said I’m the little girl, so why come you rolled the dice thing and not me?”

            Steve smiled.  “You’re right, honey.  I was just trying to keep the rules simple for your first time.  Do you want to roll, honey?”

            “Yes!  It only fair, if you gonna say I didn’t notice it.”

            “Alright, honey.  Your wisdom is 14, so you get to add 2 to whatever your roll before we see if it is higher than 15.”

            “Okay….  I roll… a… 9?”

            “So, what is 9 plus 2, honey?”

            “It 11.”

            “Did you roll more than 15?”

            “No,” Mariela sulked.

            “So, like I said, you hear scurrying from the other side of the bed….”

            Even though it didn’t always go her way when she rolled the dice, and even when she rolled high, but did something that she didn’t know would cause something bad to happen, she started to like this form of bedtime story.

            She was now, somewhere in the dark, somewhere in secret tunnels in the house, and she started to get sleepy.  She still didn’t know what was scurrying around just yet, but the more she explored this mystery in the story, the more tired and the more content she was…. And then she was out.

[Guilend]

I love it. 

[StoneRiver76]

            Chapter 6:

            “Are you sure she won’t wake up?” a whisper in the night cut through the air.

            “Certain, honey.  I powdered up two of those sleeping pills in her drink.”

            “Two?  It’s not too much is it?”

            “No, honey.  Trust me, I read it carefully, and she is big enough, she could even take three at once, if we wanted to keep her out for much longer than just a normal sleep, but two should let her sleep deeply enough she won’t even know we are talking right now.”

            “Okay.  So, what is the plan?”

            “Well, you did make sure she drank three bottles of cola, didn’t you?”

            “Yes.”

            “Good.  Just put her little foot in this, off the side of the bed, and put her opposite hand in this.”

            Mariela thought she was hearing voices, but her eyelids were too heavy to open, and the voices sound so far away….

            “I don’t understand why you are putting her foot in a pan of water,” Steve whispered to Susan.

            “Because, if the hand in the water trick works sometimes, on some people, having two of her limbs in cool water should be twice as effective, so because of the sleeping pills we ground up in her first bottle of cola, she shouldn’t even stir while she wets tonight, and hopefully, she won’t even wake up before we get up in the morning to get her.”

            “What are we going to do with this things, then?  Just leave them here?”

            “I don’t see how we can do it any other way.  I don’t want to sit here all night and wait for her body to finally decide to go.  Do you?”

            “No.”

            “We’ll set the alarm for five in the morning so we have time to get in here and get rid of these things before she wakes up, and then we’ll wake her up just before seven, and hopefully, she’ll have a soggy saggy diaper on by then.”

            There was more whispering, but Mariela’s brain was too far gone to hear anymore.  It was fuzzy, and she couldn’t even necessarily put the voices to her uncle or her aunt.  Instead, she felt like something in the dark, the creatures in her story were whispering about her.  She never saw them in her story, and so in her dream, they were constantly in the shadows, and they watched her, and they scurried here and there, and seemed to block every route possible to the toilets….

            The toilets….  Mariela thought she had to pee.  She tried to get up from her bed, but when she opened her eyes, she heard something under the bed.  It was scary.  It made a noise deep and monstrous enough, that she made sure her hands and feel were pulled off of the floor.

            She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t for some reason.  She bounced on the bed, trying to stay near the center of it so that something couldn’t grab her with ease.

            She started to feel her body betray her as she bounced around and avoided shadowy long sender limbs reaching over the bed towards her.  She sprayed into her panties.  Her panties took a point of damage in wetness.  Was this really happening?  Was she wetting her panties?  What happened to her diaper?

            She curled up to the headboard and grabbed her build-a-bear, Mr. Cottonmouth, and she held him to her chest as she leaked again, two more points of damage to her panties!  What was she saying?  Why was she saying her panties took damage?  In the story that she was with her uncle, the night before, the creatures didn’t even show their arms.  She didn’t even pee, did she?  Why was she peeing now?

            She sprayed the rest of the pee into her panties.  Somehow, her skirt… wait, did she have a skirt on?  Was she really awake?

           Mariela tried to wake up again, but she found herself on her bed, again, in a skirt, and she saw the slender shadowy arms reaching for her, and she felt her bladder spray into her panties again. 

            She fought trying to wake up a couple more times, and then gave up, and just mumbled in her sleep to at least go to another dream.  Please any other dream.  Please….

            The next morning, Mariela was being prodded by her Aunt Susan to wake up.  Her aunt was rolling on her shoulders and whispering to her.

            “Wake up, honey.  We have a lot to do this morning.  Please wake up.”

            After a few minutes of recognizing her aunt’s voice trying to stir her, the girl opened her eyes and sat up.  When she did, she felt a heavy squishiness in her panties… no her diaper.  Under her, her pajamas even felt a bit damp, and she lifted her butt and felt the bed, but it didn’t seem all that wet.  She pulled the blankets back, and her face heated up as she saw in her crotch, an obvious wet spot from wetting herself, but it was so small and so weak, that it had not really wet on the bed as badly.

            Susan smiled and helped her out of bed, where she turned her little niece around and patted her damp bottom.

            “Aw!  Did my little niece wet the bed?” Susan asked her.

            Mariela had tears starting to well in her eyes.  She had never wet the bed like this before, that she could ever remember.  But, knowing that lying could get her in trouble, she just looked down and whispered very lightly.

            “Sorry, auntie.”

            “I know, honey.  I know,” Susan patted her back.  “Come on down and have some breakfast, and then Uncle Steve will help you get changed for the day.  Auntie has to get ready for work today.  I’m going to work half a day.”

            “If I’m twelve, is someone going to watch me?” Mariela asked.

            “You’re going to go to school this morning, if everything works out,” Susan told her.

            “School?!  Are you serious?  There’s no way anyone will believe I’m just twelve years old!  I know too much!”

            “Well, you better hold back a bit, then, baby.  You are going to school, and the story is you were on the streets for a while, so you are actually way behind in your schooling.  You better do very poorly at math and literature or writing, understand?”

            Mariela frowned.  “But….”

            “You heard me, missy.”

            Susan then took her hand and walked her down to the dining room, shutting off the conversation.

            “Sit.  I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Steve came in behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind like he always did since meeting her, and kissed the top of her head.

            “Did you sleep okay?” he asked her.

            “She wet the bed, honey,” Susan said as she set a bowl of oatmeal in front of Mariela.  “Didn’t you, honey?”

            Mariela nodded looking up at Steve.  “Sorry uncle.”

            “Well, that’s what the diaper was for, wasn’t it, honey.  No harm done.”

            Steve moved so the little 23 year old woman could eat her breakfast.  She was poured a glass of orange juice, and given two piece of toast with strawberry jam as well.

            Mariela looked up at Aunt Susan with a bit of strawberry jam on the corner of her mouth and on her fingers.

            “What is the story about me being behind?” she asked her.

            “Well, we’ll say you were not enrolled in school for about two years, honey.”

            “Two years?  That’s like… fifth grade, isn’t it?”

            “Yeah, maybe just before fifth….”

            “Do I even know fractions?”

            “I’m not sure, honey.  I am sure you can’t do much with fractions though, nor are you good at division, and you mix up your multiplication all the time.”

            Mariela sighed.

            “Can I do anything right?”

            “You are very good at adding and subtracting, and even can do some of it in your head, if you can.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “How well do I read?”

            “You have trouble pronouncing words over six letters long, unless the word has double letters or sound combinations that would make it just five sounds or less.”

            “Okay…,” Mariela sighed.  That sounded a lot worse though, than what she thought a fifth grader could do.

            “What about Science and Social Studies?”

            “You are a little fascinated by Science, so you can do anything a fifth grader or even a sixth grader can do in Science, but you are not very good at history or other things like that.  You mix up dates most of all, and history makes you kind of shy and you always want to use the bathroom to get out of history class.”

            “Oh,” Mariela blushed.

            “The teachers will be told that you used to try to duck out to the bathroom during both History and Math, so they might not let you use the bathroom during those periods because of that.”

            Mariela sighed.  Another plan to make her wet her pants, maybe?

            “Am I going to wet my pants at school?” Mariela wanted to know up front.

            “Well, what do you think, honey?  Is that what little twelve year old Mariela would do?”

            “Not if I can help it,” Mariela said.  “But you said I won’t be allowed to use the bathroom during Social Studies or Math, if you can help it, and so I was just wondering… if you were going to make it hard for me to go potty like a big girl at school.”

            “I want you to use the toilets at school, if you gotta go at a time that is naturally free for you to do so.  I’m only asking they don’t let you skip out on the two subjects that I want you to be way behind in.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “If I have a problem and can’t hold it in those classes, do I get a spanking for wetting my pants?”

            “It depends on how or why it happened, baby.  If you were caught talking to other girls and playing around before that class, and then peed yourself during class because you asked the class in the middle of the class, then yes, you will be spanked.  If you were not seen playing around, and you honestly couldn’t hold it, then we’ll see what the teacher says… and if we determine it’s just your little peeing problem that is part of what happens to you at night anyway, then maybe we’ll just look into you seeing a doctor again about it.”

            Mariela looked down.  “Again?”

            “Your parents would have taken you to see a doctor because of bedwetting,” Susan told her.  “If you are wetting yourself at school, then maybe your problem is getting worse.”

            She signed and nodded.

            “Don’t.  Ever.  Poop.  Your.  Pants, though,” Susan made sure each word was clearly out before saying the next so her little 23 year old niece knew that she was not expected to poop herself.

            Mariela bit her lower lip to keep from talking back.  She wasn’t sure if she complained that she would never do that, if they would take it as back talking or not, and maybe make things harder on her.

            After breakfast, Steve took little twelve year old Mariela to her room, leading her by her hand, and he had her sit on her bed, careful not to get on the wet part when her diaper was off.

            “You are going to be in sixth grade for a couple of months,” Steve told her.  “But you will probably be in a special class because of your anxiety for math and social studies.”

            As he talked, he pulled together an undershirt and some panties and came back to start dressing his naked little niece.

            “Your other classes shouldn’t be too hard for you, but remember, you can’t read that well.  Anything with more than six letters, you need to sound it out, and you can skip double letters as single letters when counting the letters.  Anything over eight letters, and you should be having a real had time coming up with the word.”

            “Okay.”

            He brought over white frilly top and a cute red and black plaid skirt that was pleated.

            “Now, are you sure you don’t have wetting issues at school?” Uncle Steve asked her.  “If you do, we can put a diaper on you, and then auntie will have to forgive you if you wet at school.  If you wear panties though, they better not be wet unless it is a real accident.”

            “I don’t want to wet my pants at school,” Mariela said looking up at him with pleading eyes.

            “Okay.  So, no ignoring your bladder before class, and then wetting in the middle of a class because of that, right?”

            “Right,” Mariela smiled and nodded.

            “Oh, and bullies.  You are technically 23 years old.  You do know what will happen if you throw a punch at any bullies?”

            “I can be arrested?”

            “Exactly.  So, no standing up to bullies.  You are scared of them, and you do anything they tell you to avoid fighting them.”

            “Anything?”

            “Anything.  I cannot protect you from the police if you do something that gets you investigated and reveals your real age.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Oh, I almost forgot.  What hand do you write with?”

            “My right hand….”

            “Well, your right hand is going to be injured, baby.”

            “Injured?  For real?”

            “Well, it’s not in pain right now, but we are going to wrap it, so you’ll have do all your writing with your left hand.”

            “That’s going to be sloppy.”

            “Yes, exactly like a little kid,” Uncle Steve smiled which made her realize the purpose of this.

            “If my hand is injured, is it going to get in the way me going pee?” Mariela asked.

            “Honey, if you are twelve years old, stop saying pee so easily like that.  You can asked if you can go to the bathroom, using the words bathroom or restroom, but no saying what you are actually going to do in there.”

            “Why?”

            “Because your parents, and your Uncle and Aunt would have taught you that it’s bad to talk like that.”

            “Oh,” she looked down.  “Okay.”

            “Alright, so you are going to need uncle to help you dress, even as a twelve year old because your hand and arm are hurt, just around here.”

            He started to wrap her fingers together, then up through her wrist, and finally halfway up to her elbow.

            “You don’t twist your arm, and you don’t hold anything in your fingers without showing discomfort and pain, understand?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Good girl.”

            He patted her on her skirt bottom and started to walk her down the stairs, but still seeming to have forgotten the question about whether or not her hurt arm would make it hard to pee or not.  She supposed she would just have to try at school, to see if she could get her pants up and down by herself.

            As they headed out to the car, to get everyone where they needed to go, Aunt Susan handed the little pretend twelve year old a cup of water.

            “Drink,” she ordered.  “I want to make sure you are hydrated, honey.  Make sure you drink plenty of water at school.  You’ll have a toilet right there, near you, so there is no reason to be scared you’ll wet your pants before finding a chance to go.”

            Mariela nodded.

            By the time Mariela had drank the water, they had dropped Steve off at his job.  She wasn’t sure when he was going to quit that job, but she did remember them talking about him not being appreciated at Ace Hardware, and about him not being happy there.

            Then, Susan took Mariela to the middle school where she took the little lady not to the main office, but directly into the principal’s office to have some private words with her.

            “This is my little niece, the one I told you about that might be coming to stay with my boyfriend and me because her parents are out on the street?”

            “Oh, yes, I do remember you, now.”

            “Well, I’ve just learned my niece has been out on the streets for two years, and not six months like I first thought.”

            “That’s terrible!”

            “Yeah, and according to my brother, that has really caused trouble in her academics, as if her trouble with math and history are not bad enough.”

            “Well, that’s alright.  We’ll work with her however we can.  Do you have her records?”

            “Unfortunately, when they were kicked out, they lost a lot of important stuff, and because she didn’t attend school for about two years, my brother says he can’t even get her academic records.”

            “That’s too bad.  If I could just get her social security number or something, I might be able to get something, or at least start a new file on her if nothing else.”

            “Well, as I said, they lost all her documents.  We went to the government yesterday to get replacement records for her, but they won’t come back for at least two weeks, and could take three.”

            “I see.”

            “Is there any way she can start today?  She’s already so far behind her peers, and I really do have to get back to work, today, too.”

            “I think we can let her start.  Just get me her papers as soon as you can, okay?”

            “Sure.”

            “There is something else I need to talk to you about before I go.”

            “Yes?”

            “She doesn’t like math or history.  I would really like it if the teacher doesn’t leave the classroom if my little niece says she has to use the bathroom in those classes.”

            “Okay…, but normally, parents are fighting for the opposite.”

            “I know, but my little niece has used the bathroom as an excuse in these subjects for too long, and she can’t even do simple calculations that sixth graders should be able to, partially because of missing so much school, but also because she escapes to the bathroom when something gets too challenging for her.”

            “I’ll let her teachers know, then.”

            “Thank you.  And sucking her thumb won’t be a problem will it?  I’ve noticed the last two days, she does that a lot when she’s nervous.”

            Mariela took that as a cue to put her thumb in her mouth because she did feel nervous for real, after all.

            The principal smiled.  “Well, there is nothing that stops her coming to school doing that, but her peers could be mean about it.  I’ll try to let her teachers know to watch her and try to distract her from putting her thumb in her mouth as much as we can, and maybe have a talk with her homeroom to give them help in understanding her situation.”

            “Thank you so much.  Well, I need to go now.  You be good, Mariela, and mind your teachers, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.  “Okay.”

            She talked around her thumb, and the principal smiled at the little girl.

            “They are all in third period,” she told Mariela.  “But you and I need to find an appropriate class for you, so can you wait a moment while I look into the computer to see what class to put you in?”

            “Okay.”

            It took a while, so actually, they were starting fourth period, when the principal, Mrs. Hayes, took the little lady that she thought to be twelve years of age to her first sixth grade history class with Mr. Wilson.

            “Excuse me, Mr. Wilson, this is a new student here.  Her name is Mariela Wayfeld.”

            “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Hayes.  “Miss, you can sit there…,”

            “Wait,” the principal called him over to them.  “She has trouble in history.  I was hoping you’d put her near the front where you can watch her, and don’t listen to her if she pleads to use the bathroom.  It’s mostly just anxiety about history that she’s trying to escape from.”

            “Oh,” Mr. Wilson frown, his grey and black moustache pronouncing the frown even more.  “But what about student rights?”

            “It’s alright.  Her Aunt, who is her legal guardian is the one that has requested we ignore her pleas to use the bathroom both in mathematics and in history.”

            “Alright.”

            “She’s also waaay behind her peers because of missing school for nearly two years, so go as slow as you can with her and work with her?  Maybe hold her after recess or something when you can to make sure she understands stuff, at least for a while?”

            “I’ll see what I can do.”

            “That’s all I asked.”

            Mr. Wilson turned back to the class.

            “Okay, Robbie, would you please sit back by my desk?  I want our new student sit there for now on.  She has some trouble with her eyes.”

            “Oh, okay, sure.”

            Mariela appreciated how he had kept her real problem a secret by making up an excuse to put her in front, and such a natural excuse for as quick as he thought of it, too.  He was probably practiced at this sort of deception to keep student real needs secret.

            Mr. Wilson went to the front of the class, and he pointed at the board and started to instruct the class on some world events that affected America in the 1800s.

            Mariela started to write in a notebook.

            Just before the bell rang for lunch, Mr. Wilson called Jenna Jensen to the back of the room and whispered to her  Jenna smiled and nodded as Mariela watched and then the black girl with shiny dark hair approached her desk and with amber eyes, she whispered in Mariela’s ear.

            “Mr. Wilson says class is over, so I can take you to the bathroom now.  Then, I’ll show you were we eat lunch.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Mariela stood up, but she noticed everyone else was still seated, and a few steps out the classroom door, the school bell sounded to let the hallways fill up.

            “What were you and Mr. Wilson talking about back at his desk?” Mariela wanted to know.

            “Oh, we just noticed you hurt your hand, so he wants me to stay with you today, and make sure you can get everything you need.”

            “Don’t you have a different class than me after lunch?”

            “No….  Why would I?”

            Mariela shrugged.  She was afraid that she might have made a mistake saying that.  Maybe things have changed since she last went to middle school or junior high school, or whatever it was.

            “Anyway, he told me to take you to the bathroom because neither of us could see how you could go on your own with your arm hurt, and then I am to help you get your tray in the cafeteria.”

            “Oh, okay,” Mariela blushed.

            When Mariela went into the stall, Jenna pushing her into the bigger one for special needs people and locking the door behind them both, the other girl waited to see if Mariela could get her skirt out of the way on her own, but truth be told, if she wasn’t supposed to use her wrapped hand, and with Jenna watching, she was scared to use it, she did find it frustrating that she couldn’t get her skirt down that easily.

            “Just what we thought,” Jenna said triumphantly.  “Actually, what I told Mr. Wilson.  You there’s no way you can get your pants down in time to pee with a hurt hand.”

            She walked over and pulled the girl’s skirt down and then her panties so she could sit on the toilet.

            “You can go now,” Jenna said.  “I’ll step outside for a few minutes so you can go without me watching you.”

            Mariela nodded tightening her mouth at the idea that a young classmate had to help her get her skirt down.  This was embarrassing.  She sat on the toilet, but it was still too early.  She didn’t have to go.

            “I’m done,” Mariela eventually called out to which her door opened, and Jenna came over and helped her fix her skirt before they both went to wash their hands.

            Jenna was a big help to the girl with a supposed hurt arm, and all day, she helped her with her new locker, carried her books, and took care of her until it was time to catch the bus, and Mariela went to the office to wait for her auntie.

            Mrs. Hayes was in the office when Mariela went in, so the nice young woman with brown hair and blue eyes walked over to the young girl, put a hand on her shoulder, and smiled at her.

            “How was your first day, honey?”

            “I met Jenna.  Jenna is really nice to me, and she’s helped me all day because of my hurt arm.”

            “I’m sure Mr. Wilson knew what he was doing when he assigned someone to show you around for a week.”

            “Jenna has to show me around for a week?”

            “That’s what we do here, honey.  A school is a community, and so we make sure everyone is welcome and has at least two people they get to know the first week of school, so no one feels lonely at school.”

            “That is nice,” Mariela said smiling.  She remembered her own school so many years ago, and eating lunch by herself because she was an adopted dirty kid that no one liked.

            Special treat:  Since I got an extra day off work today, I decided I could write some more of the story today.  I might even write a third chapter in a bit if I'm not too tired.

[Jayme]

I'm loving how you are developing your characters, maybe we might get a deeper glimpse of Mariela's past and how she became homeless...

Of course your story is always wonderful to read and I greatly appreciate the time and effort you put into sharing your wonderful talent with us here.

[StoneRiver76]

              Chapter 7

            For the next two days, Mariela managed to please her Auntie Susan and Uncle Steve with a wet diaper each night, compliant bathing where they either showered or bathed her without any fuss, even wiping in her bottom to check for her forgetting to wipe, and at school, she was not leaving, not only her math or history class, but she also didn’t skip or try to ask the teacher in the middle of any class to use the restroom, but just went before school, at lunch, and before coming home after school.

            She still had her bandage on her arm, and she was still writing with her left hand, though it made her writing bigger and very sloppy, she knew it was just so she’d be used to writing like that, that her aunt wanted her to act like a child that needed a little extra help with her penmanship as well as everything else.

            The little Mariela was at school for the third day in a row when the unthinkable happened to her.  She was sitting in second period, language arts class, and the teacher was talking to them about the concept of a simile, and poor Mariela got a feeling that she was kind of sweaty and sticky.  She closed her legs instinctively, as though she was hiding that she wet her pants, but that wasn’t the problem at all.  She didn’t feel wet.  She had not wanted to use the restroom, at least not yet.

           The innocent like twelve year old definitely felt something off, though, and she couldn’t help putting her hand between her legs as a funny feeling down there just wouldn’t go away.  She itched a little yes, her stomach had rumbled and hurt a little that morning, but it had done that for a day and a half now, for some reason, the little girl just didn’t put two and two together.  It was like she had added two and two and gotten three, which she knew didn’t make any sense.

            Closing her legs around her hand, she moved her fingers down there a moment to see could be the problem, and yuck, there was definitely something wet and stick between her legs.  Did she not pay attention and sit in something?

            She slowly parted her legs a bit and pulled out her hand.  Her hand wasn’t so wet that she could deduce spilling water, but it was kind of wet.  She went to wipe her hand on the side of her pants, near the pocket of her light blue jeans, when she noticed that there was a faint red tint.

            She blushed, and shaking a bit, she brought her hand up towards her nose, and she smelled, and it was a little fishy.  Why?  Why had she missed the signs?  She was… bloody… and sitting in the middle of class, and she had no way to get out of there without everyone seeing the back of her pants which must be caked in her… her….  She laid her head down on her desk, and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to think of how she could hide, probably what must be the biggest butt stain ever in the history of schools.

            The girl sniffled as she looked up towards the board, her eyes peering over her arm, trying to pretend to pay attention to the teacher, willing for the teacher to know that she was paying attention so she wouldn’t get called on.  The last thing she needed, was to have to stand up in front of everyone.

            The sticky eerie wetness between her legs seemed to get worse as the second period drew to a close, and when she had looked around and deemed it possible to see without anyone noticing, she opened her legs wide enough to look in her chair, trying to see how much damage there was….

            Her seat was a little wet, and there was a very small puddle in her seat.  How could she be so irresponsible and not recognize the signs?  How could she just not get something, but then, how could she?  Everywhere she went, besides at school, those nosy people that called themselves her Aunt and Uncle were right there, watching her.

            She felt a little liquid seep out again she felt her panties get more wet, and she knew there would be hell to pay when all the other kids figured out she had made a mess.  Even if she had peed her pants, somehow, she would be a lot less upset if they thought she peed her pants, but she was sure they were going to know this was not pee.

            The bell rang, and the little seeming twelve year old stayed in her seat as Jenna came over and tried to prod her.

            “Come on, Mariela….” But then realized the little Mexican girl was crying.  “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing,” sniffled Mariela.

            Jenna went to the teacher.

            “I’m supposed to watch her and make sure she gets to her classes this week, but she won’t come,” Jenna finally told Mrs. Cuela.  “I’m not sure, but the way she’s acting, it’s like she’s peed her pants, only there is no puddle around her chair.”

            The teacher stood up with a sigh, and she smiled at Jenna.

            “Let’s go see what is wrong with your little friend.”

            The teacher prodded and coaxed until Mariela finally stood up, revealing a little red puddle in her chair, and her butt was covered in the puddle, she imagined.  She felt her hand around her bottom, and tears started to fall more freely.

            “Honey, this happens to all little girls at some point,” the teacher told her.  “This is probably your first time, so you didn’t realize what was happening, huh?”

            Mariela sniffled and stood there, not sure if she should admit that she should have known all along what was happening.

            “Hold on, baby,” the teacher said going to her seat to get a sweater for her.

            “You are a late bloomer, huh?” Jenna asked her matter of factly.  “I got my first time in like fifth grade, but don’t be scared.  I was just like you, when it happened to me, too.  I was actually scared I peed my pants without knowing it, and the teacher had to explain to me that I didn’t do that, and that this is natural, and that I just needed something to hide it because little women can’t control this, and she said, even big women like her can’t either.”

            Mariela was too ashamed to admit that she was too stupid to realize that she should have known what was happening.

            “Don’t worry, the office won’t tell your parents or aunt or whatever that you peed.  You honestly didn’t.  I promise.  If you had peed, you’d have made a much bigger mess.  I promise.”

            Why was this little girl trying so hard to make her feel okay about this mistake?  Why wasn’t she laughing at her?  When Mariela forgot herself all those years ago, she was like, maybe in the eighth grade, and she let her pants get like this before she noticed, and the whole room laughed at her because everyone noticed.  The teacher was even laughing at her, or so she thought.

            “I’m sorry,” Mariela found herself apologizing as the teacher wrapped a sweater around her.

            “Sorry for what, honey?  You didn’t do anything wrong.  You can’t control something like this, baby.  It’s not like you can turn it on or off, or stop it like you can pee.  It was an accident.”

            The teacher walked with Mariela and surprisingly, so did Jenna.

            “You can go on to your class, now Jenna,” the teacher even told her.

            “No, I can’t.  I was told to stay right with Mariela, and I should have known she was going to do this.  I go into the bathroom with her because her hand and stuff.  I just… I wasn’t paying attention, or I should have noticed she was wiping more than she usually does.”

            Mariela frowned.  Did she wipe more than she usually does the last time she peed, just before first period?

            The teacher shook her head.  “Honey, despite what you might think you don’t necessarily wipe more than you normally do just because you have this.  Actually, since poor Mariela is experiencing this for the first time, she probably had no idea she was even that much wetter this time than usual.”

            Jenna shrugged and reached out and hugged her friend from the side as they entered the nurse’s room.

            “What’s wrong?” the nurse asked the three of them.

            “Little Mariela has had an embarrassing situation in class.  Can you call her guardian for a change of clothes?” the language arts teacher asked before she turned Mariela around taking off the sweater tied around her hips, and showing the nurse her shame.

            “Oh, the poor dear!  Her first time?”

            “I think so,” the teacher said.  “She seemed really upset, and she kept feeling herself, like maybe she was scared she peed or something.”

            “Okay, leave her to me.  Jenna, you can go to class.”

            “But I was assigned to stay with her the whole day for a week,” the slender black girl stomped her foot.  “She’s my responsibility.”

            The two adult woman smiled at each other and nearly laughed.

            “Jenna, you aren’t just trying to get out of your next class, are you?”

            “No?  If Mariela was fine, we’d be going there together,” she said.  “My mom told me to never ever shirk when I was told to do something responsible.  If other kids find out what happened to her, I’m afraid someone is going to say something that will make her upset, and I want to be right at her side, so I can help calm her if they do.”

            The adults looked at one another and then back at Jenna.

            “Why do you think someone is going to say something?”

            “Can I tell one of you other there?” Jenna asked pointing to a corner away from Mariela.

            The language teacher nodded and went with the girl while the nurse took Mariela by the hand and led her back to the bed areas.

            “Don’t worry about what happened, honey.  I’m going to call your aunt, and she’ll explain everything to you.  You won’t be in trouble.  This is not something you can help, baby.”

            Mariela nodded, still sniffling, and wondering what Jenna was sharing secretly to her teacher.

            Mariela thought she would be scolded though.  Her Auntie, as it were, knew that she was really twenty-three years old, and therefore, would likely tell her that this was worse than pissing her pants in public.  She would agree with her aunt, it was.  It was down right… dirty, wasn’t it?

            It took the nurse a long time to get her aunt, so the nurse ended up putting her in a special education person’s extra diaper.  It was the only they could really do for her beside putting her in someone’s old sweats and then having her just lie there on the bed, through the whole fourth period, too.

            Eventually, her aunt got there around lunch time.

            “Where is my little baby niece?” Aunt Susan sounded a little panicked.  “What happened to her?  What kind of accident did she have?”

            Mariela could hear her even as she had entered the outer office.  She felt a deep shame causing her face to burn, and she knew her neck up just had to be purple.

            “Calm down,” the nurse was telling Susan.  “Your niece is fine.  She’s not hurt.  She’s just really embarrassed.”

            “Oh, did she potty her pants?  I’m sorry, but I already knew she sometimes does that….”

            “No, Miss Wayfeld, she didn’t do that either, well, not exactly anyway.  She didn’t seem to understand what a menstration cycle is, and she made a mess in her pants is all.  That’s why I asked you to bring some clean clothes for her.”

            “You’re sure that’s all it is?” Susan asked.  No matter how much the nurse insisted that’s all it was, Aunt Susan kept asking and kept worried right up until she was led into the bed area, where her niece was resting comfortably.

            “Are you okay, baby?”

            “I’m sorry, Auntie,” was all Mariela could say.

            “Sorry, honey?  Did you pee your pants?”

            “Worse,” she whispered looking over at the plastic bag that had her messy panties and bloody jeans.

            Her aunt opened the bag momentarily, and inspected the contents, and then she sighed.  She closed the bag and set it down before walking over to the supposed little twelve year old, and sitting her up, she hugged her.

            “You did nothing wrong,” Susan soothingly whispered to the supposed child.  “There is no way a little girl can control this kind of thing if she doesn’t even know what it is.”

            “But… I….”

            “You were taught once in fifth grade that girls have little… accidents in their pants, right?” her aunt asked her.

            Mariela blushed and nodded.

            “Well, an accident like this… is not something you should be punished for nor should you feel you did anything wrong at all.  Auntie should have known you were getting close, and made sure your mom had had the talk with you.”

            Aunt Susan sat the little girl up, and put her in her lap as they both sat on the bed.

            “Honey, from now on, you are going to feel strange rumbles in your tummy, and sometimes, it’s even going to hurt a little bit.  Everyone gets it.  You will smell funny sometimes, and you will feel unclean sometimes, but this natural, and it is not dirty.  It is actually beautiful, and one day, you will learn just how beautiful it is, when it helps you make a beautiful baby of your own.”

            Mariela felt her face heat up as her aunt was having the talk right there, where the nurse could come in at any time and hear them.  She didn’t say anything though.  She felt ashamed that she had not noticed, and had not prevented this whole scene.  If only she had told her auntie that they forgot to get her pads, maybe she would have remembered to wear one on this day.

            “I’m going to take my little niece home because she’s had a very upsetting day,” Susan told the nurse.  “Besides, she’s missed lunch, right?”

            The nurse nodded with a frown.  “I’m afraid so.  She was too embarrassed, so I didn’t even try to ask her to come and get one from the cafeteria.”

            “Couldn’t you have just got her tray for her?”

            “No ma’am.  There are health codes these days.  Only the lunch people in the cafeteria are allowed to touch the student trays.  This is what the culture of parents suing the schools for every little thing has done.”

            Aunt Susan sighed.  “How did she get out of her wet jeans?”

            The nurse looked down.  “Are you going to sue me?”

            “Of course not.  I just know my niece couldn’t get her pants off and get a diaper on herself with only one hand.  She’s only twelve years old.”

            The nurse nodded.  “Of course, ma’am.  If you need my full name to make a complaint….”

            “No.  I’m glad you helped my little niece out of her messy pants.  I hope you will continue to do that in the future, if she needs help.  As I told you before, when I was upset and scared she had made a much bigger embarrassing mess of herself, she does wet her pants sometimes, and I’d feel a lot better if you helped her, than to make her try to change by herself.”

            The nurse nodded.

            “She doesn’t wear diapers during the day anymore, but she has been known to wet her pants, haven’t you sweetheart?”

            Susan rubbed Mariela’s back.  “Don’t worry.  The nurse has to keep secrets like these.  It is bad if she tells anyone who we don’t give permission to know.  You can just nod your head if you are too ashamed to say yes, honey.”

            Mariela nodded her head.

            “Good girl,” Susan praised her.

            And then, just like that, Mariela was changed again, out of the sweats, and into a skirt, though her aunt kept the diaper on her for now.

            “It’ll just be a hassle to take that off right now, and you’re going to bloody it more, so might as well, just let it happen, and we can get it off when we get home, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            When they were in the car, and Susan had put her in the backseat, Mariela said “I’m sorry,” again.

            “Honey, I told you.  You don’t need to be sorry,” Susan told her.

            “It thought you just said that for the nurse so she still thinks I’m a child?”

            “You are a child, honey.  You didn’t even know when you were going to have a little… woman situation.  As far as I’m concerned, this is your first time, and you’ll be treated like it was.  Even if you do this again, I’m going to just play it off as you still learning what these things mean, baby.”

            Mariela frowned.

            “Look, you don’t know how to take care of yourself, baby.  First you wet your pants all the time before I met you, you can’t hold down a job, and you don’t even stand up for your rights to use the restroom at McDonalds after you paid for food there.  Then, this happens.  Of course you are a little girl in my mind, and that is not going to change until you learn to be more responsible, sweetheart.”

            Mariela looked down at her lap.

            “Are you going to tell Uncle that I did this?” she asked her aunt.

            “What?  Embarrass my little niece by telling Uncle that you had a little woman thing happen to you?” she asked.  “No, baby.  Tonight, Auntie will be getting you a bath and getting you ready for bed.  Auntie will continue to do it until your little woman thing goes away, and then we’ll let Uncle Steve do it again.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I’ll just tell Uncle Steve you weren’t feeling good at school today.  That’s not a lie.  You were embarrassed because of your little woman thing, your tummy rumbled, likely, because of it, and for most girls, who are experiencing it for the first time, it’s no different than thinking your tummy is just aching….”

            Mariela nodded as her aunt trailed off.

            “Now, we’ll get you some lunch, and then go home and get you comfortable, and into a bath.”

            Mariela smiled at that.

            “Um… Can I wet my pants, Auntie?”

            “Why would you ask something like that?”

            “Cause, you said you want to stop for lunch first, and I have this hard diaper on, and I haven’t peed since before school, and I gotta go.  I don’t think I can hold it, and I feel scared to try in the bathroom at the restaurant cause then someone might see me in a diaper.”

            Susan smiled.  “Of course you can pee your pants, then, honey.”

            “You not mad?”

            “No, baby.  No spanking.  You asked and I gave you permission.  But just this once, and just because you are in a difficult situation with a hurt arm and a diaper, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I want your diaper wet though, when we get home, since you asked me permission.”

            Mariela nodded.  “I pwomise, Auntie.”

            She started to spray almost as soon as she said it, because truth be told, she had already been holding it for almost an hour and a half, and she was getting close to at least leaking on herself anyway, even if Auntie had said no.

            Before they were even at the restaurant, her diaper had a lake in it, and it sagged as she walked with her aunt holding her hand into McDonalds, the same place that denied her the right to use the restroom the other day.

            They ordered their food, and they started eating at a table, when Mariela noticed the same lady that threatened to take her money if she tried to go to the restroom.

            Mariela tugged at Susan’s arm, and shyly pointed out the waitress cleaning a table, her face blushing.

            “Did you wet your pants?” Susan asked her.

            Mariela nodded.

            “Walk towards the bathroom, and then stop right outside it.”

            “Why?”

            “Because you just noticed her as you got to the bathroom, and you are a little twelve year old, so when you saw her, you got scared and peed right there in your diaper….”

            Mariela frowned at the plan, but she knew she was supposed to do what Auntie said, so she went to the bathroom, and then stopped, and shaking, she started to slowly squat, and she wiggled her legs and held her hands between her legs as she imagined how she’d really act if she was really that scared and started to wet her pants.

          The waitress came right over to the little girl asking:  “Are you okay?”

            “Go away,” Mariela whispered up at her.

            “Honey, what is it?” the lady bent down to see if she could help, and that’s when Susan came over.

            “What’s going on, Mar…” and then she pretended to recognize the waitress.  “Did you tell my niece she wasn’t allowed to go in the bathroom again?”

            “No?”

            “Well, why is she squatting down like that, and acting like she’s about to pee?”

            “I… I don’t know.  Please, ma’am.  I didn’t say anything until I saw her bend down.”

            “I’m sorry, Auntie,” Mariela sniffled and tried to pretend to cry.

            “You wet your pants, honey?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Oh, honey.  Did this woman tell you not to go?”

            “Not like that,” Mariela’s voice squealed up as though she was about to really start crying.

            “She scare you?”

            Mariela nodded and looked down real tears coming out of her eyes.

            “You traumatized her,” Susan said.  “You are lucky I told your manager not to fire you.”

            “I know.  I’m really sorry.  Please, can I do anything to make it right?”

            “No.  Just leave her alone and don’t ever tell another child they can’t go potty no matter how dirty they look or homeless they are.”

            The woman nodded sadly.

            “I’ve kept the poor little girl in diapers when we go out now, because she is easily scared if someone looks like they will tell her she can’t go.  That’s what YOU did to her.”

            The woman nodded.  “I’m sorry.”

            Nodding with satisfaction, Susan reached down and took Mariela’s hand.

            “Come on, child.  It’s okay.  It’s not your fault.  Let’s go finish lunch, and I’ll change your diaper at home, okay?”

            Mariela nodded, her face really red and they sat down.

            “Did I make you mad, so you punished me like that?” Mariela whispered to the fake aunt.

            “No, honey.  That woman made me mad.  I wanted to punish her.  Look at her.  Go ahead, look.”

            Mariela looked over and she saw the young woman shaking as she retreated back over to the ordering counter, and she talked with the manager and pointed them out.  She looked really upset while she spoke, and the manager grabbed her hand and brought her over to the table.

            “Are you okay, little lady?” the manager asked Mariela.

            She looked up at him trying to look as innocent as possible.  “I sorry.  I wet my pants over there,” she pointed at the bathroom area, but of course, it was all in her saggy diaper.

            “Honey, it’s okay,” the manager said.  “I’m just here to let this young woman explain to you that you are allowed to use the bathroom.  If she scares you that much, then you come up to the front and tell us that she’s by the bathrooms from now on, and I’ll have her move somewhere else so you can go, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “I really am sorry I scared you, miss.”

            Susan smiled.  “Thank you for making her apologize.”

            “Actually, she came to me, and asked me if it would be a good idea to say something.  She said you were scared of her, so she was uncomfortable coming up to you by herself.”

            “Then she learned her lesson,” Susan said.  “That’s even better.  I’m glad she did, but it’s too late.  My niece will never trust your bathrooms again, so while she will try to go to the potty if I tell her to, if she sees this woman, you can’t expect her not to wet herself.  I have to put her in diapers now when we are in public.”

            Both of them frowned.  “I’m so sorry,” the lady said again.

            “Do you need more compensation from her?” the manager asked.

            “No.  There is no amount of compensation that will make my niece get back to normal.  It’s just going to take some time and understanding on her family’s part.  The real important thing, is that your employees never treat homeless people like that again, because yes, for a while, my niece was homeless.  That’s why she was so dirty when she came here that first time.”

            The manager nodded.

            “We changed our police, if you look at our doors.  It says the bathrooms are right inside the back door, don’t worry if you are not hungry, just use the bathroom.  We are your friendly McDonalds.”

            “Well, I’m glad we made one good difference then, aren’t we, Mariela?”

            Mariela nodded, looking down.  She scooted closer to her aunt though to make it seem that she was getting uncomfortable with them right there.

            “Okay, well, we need to get back to work,” the manager told them and took the young woman with him.

            “Do… do you really think it was necessary to punish that woman again?” Mariela asked.

            “Yes, honey.  Thankfully, she has learned her lesson, but I was afraid she had blown it off, and if she had, then seeing you scared like this would have definitely made an impact on her to change.”

            “Really?”

            “Yes, baby.  You should never have to feel ashamed to try to use the bathroom in public, even if you can’t afford to buy something somewhere.  That’s what is wrong with society these days.  They think they can take away poor people’s rights!”

            Mariela knew only too well how right her fake aunt was about that.

8 hours ago, Guilend said:

I love it. 

 

22 hours ago, GQLF said:

great story!

 

On 7/18/2021 at 11:32 PM, diapernocturnus said:

This seem to fun begining looking forwards to where it goes from here.

 

On 7/19/2021 at 8:09 AM, snowwhite said:

Wow
The cards are on the table, no more bluffs!
I did not expect this turn.
I am very curious where this will lead.

This is a very nice story for me.
I really enjoy the interactions between Susan and Merieal.

Thanks for your work so far

I am very curious how it will go on

 

On 7/19/2021 at 6:46 AM, DDude25 said:

Following this one

Thank you, everyone who has been following and commenting so that I know people are actually reading this with interest.  It certainly motivates me to write more.

Sorry if chapter 7 got a little dirty, but I think it was necessary for the plot development.  I am sure there are some girls that probably think... she really didn't have to put that in, did she?  But anyway, it is what it is, so sorry if it is uncomfortable.

2 hours ago, Jayme said:

I'm loving how you are developing your characters, maybe we might get a deeper glimpse of Mariela's past and how she became homeless...

Of course your story is always wonderful to read and I greatly appreciate the time and effort you put into sharing your wonderful talent with us here.

Thank you.  My quotes missed your comment at first, sorry about that.  I saw your comment and meant to thank you, too.  Your comment is what motivated me to thank everyone, actually.

[Jayme]

I don't expect you or anyone else to quote me, and I'm pleasantly surprised when it happens.

I'm glad you are writing, your stories are absolute gems to read.

Sadly enough I see signs in many places saying restrooms are for paying customers only more often than not. I really wish people could open their eyes and see that not every person has the luxury of being able to afford to buy something just to be able to use a bathroom...

[StoneRiver76]

9 hours ago, Jayme said:

Sadly enough I see signs in many places saying restrooms are for paying customers only more often than not. I really wish people could open their eyes and see that not every person has the luxury of being able to afford to buy something just to be able to use a bathroom...

This logic is so stupid especially in places in town where homeless numbers are higher than in other places in town, and yet, it is these precise places, where such signs exist the most, or am I just more aware of them in those areas?

[StoneRiver76]

            Chapter 8:

            That night, after Mariela was ready for bed, after a long hard day of ‘not feeling well,’ Uncle Steve didn’t act as though he knew exactly what happened at all, but he had been extra lenient on her during story time and what happened in it, so that Mariela felt like the princess was able to get a lot further in the story than she had the last few nights before she fell asleep.

            The little girl was given the same baby bottles of cola every night since they started to treat her like a little girl, and the more she was there, especially during the story time, the more she felt herself at a home.  Her aunt was hellish strict to calling her Aunt and Auntie, and to being obedient, and her uncle was no less forgiving about that, but there was something in her auntie’s and her new uncle’s smiles that made her feel… accepted.

            The little girl actually cuddled into Uncle’s arms during the last ten minutes while he was winding down the session for the night, and before he was done telling her that the princess was back in her little bed, and ready to safely go to sleep, she was already snoring lightly.

            The next morning was a Saturday, and while her aunt and uncle had no intention of getting out of bed early, they had set an alarm by the little girl’s bed, and they had also written her a little note next to the clock.

            Dear little Mariela,

Children love Saturday Morning Cartoons.  As our niece, you have a right to get up on Saturday morning while your aunt and uncle are still sleeping, pour yourself some cereal, and watch TV, but no potty until we get up.  If you can’t help it, just wet your diaper until we get up.  That’s a good girl.  Auntie and Uncle.

            Mariela nodded.  She had no intention of disobeying her auntie at the moment. 

            The last three nights, Mariela had awoken the next morning, her diaper soaked and heavy, and this morning was no different.  She put the letter down and stood up from her bed, feeling the weight of the wet diaper under her pajamas.  With a sigh, she went quietly out of her room, and towards the kitchen to get herself some cereal and some juice like the note had basically told her to do.

            Each previous morning, not only had she wet the bed in the night, but she found herself emptying her bladder into her diaper before the end of breakfast, so it was starting to get easier to just wet herself as long as she wasn’t nervous that someone else was going to notice or that her auntie would be mad and spank her for wetting her pants.

            Her auntie still had not spanked her yet for that, but the threat was brought up often enough that she didn’t dare wet herself at school or during the day once she had panties on.  That’s why the day before, when she accidentally did that really dirty thing and forgot to wear a pad in her panties, she was really scared she was in trouble.

            The little girl sat in the living room on the floor, and started watching cartoons, eating her cereal, and eventually, watering her diaper again as she sat laughing at the Mickey Mouse cartoons.

            At around ten thirty, the little girl went to her aunt and uncle’s bedroom, and lightly knocked on their bedroom door.

            “Auntie?  Are you wake?” she called in timidly before she felt herself spray a little bit in her diaper from trying to hold it too long again.

            “Honey, just a few more minutes,” a reply came from the room.  So, with her head down, the little 23 year old woman walked back towards the stairs to go back down to the living room, more and more pee leaking and spraying into her diaper until the water started to leak down her legs and started to get her light gray pajama pants wet.  She squatted, and tears came to her eyes, as she couldn’t control it, and she kept peeing even though her sweats were now getting soggy wet.

            “Do you hear crying?” Mariela thought she heard a muffled far off voice.

            “Go check on her,” the other voice said, and the bedroom door came open, and Uncle Steve walked quickly to the source of the crying, the twenty-three year old, now sitting four steps down from the top, holding her crotch, and peeing all the way through her sweats, and making a puddle on the stairs.

            “Oh, baby!” Uncle Steve walked over and picked up the soaking wet dirty little girl.  Worse than just pee, it was tinted pink because the little girl was still on her period.

            He picked her out of her puddle, the last of her waters finally having sipped into her diaper and gotten her sweats just soaked and sticky, and he carried her towards the bathroom.

            “What… what are you doing?” the little girl asked though it was hard to really hear her properly because she was crying so much from actually peeing badly enough to get her pajamas so wet.

            “Uncle Steve is just going to take his little niece and give her a bath.”

            “But, I…,” she couldn’t get the words out.  She felt so ashamed, so disgusting, so dirty and so… fragile.  Uncle Steve didn’t seem to hear her protests at all as he pulled down her sopping wet pajama bottoms, and he turned her this way and that and noticed how dirty her diaper was.

            “No wonder you’re so emotional,” he said after a moment, and the hugged her against him squishing her diaper as he held her tight, so some of the red water came pushing out of the leg holes and trickled down her legs a bit.

            Steve put her down in front of the toilet, and he undid the tapes of the diaper so it fell to the floor with a little wet splat on the floor.  Then he picked her up and put her on the toilet.

            Mariela looked at him and wanted to tell him it was too late for that, but she was feeling too emotional and too upset to say anything, so she just frowned down at her disgusting wet diaper.

            Steve bent down, and picked up her dirty diaper and balled it up, throwing it into the trash near the toilet.

            “It’s okay, baby.  Little Mariela can’t help it that it takes Auntie and Uncle a bit of time to get motivated on the weekend, especially on Saturday morning causing her to wet so bad she leaks in her clothes,” he whispered to her.  “Just let Uncle Steve run you a bath while you sit there, just in case there is any left to go in the toilet, baby.”

            Mariela got a little confused by the way he was talking.  Did he even realize her little period accident, and that her sweats was pink tinted, her diaper was pink tinted, and the puddle on the floor had some blood in it?  The way he talked about it, it was like he completely missed that altogether, and just focused on the idea that she wet herself.

            As the bathwater ran to fill up the tub, Uncle Steve talked to his little baby niece.

            “Of course a little twelve year old is going to cry if her diaper gets so wet she’s making a puddle all over herself,” he said soothingly.  “It’s bad enough to wet your diaper, isn’t it, baby?”

            Mariela nodded at what he said, the tears still being too strong to let her find her voice.  Yes, it was kind of bad to leak that much pee out of her diaper, to have wet herself that much overnight and into the next day, but the real reason she was so emotional about it… was Steve ignoring it on purpose?

            When he had the tub full enough, he tore off some paper from the toilet paper roll, and he handed it to her.

            “Wipe off, baby.  You don’t want any little girl stuff to get in the bath on you.”

            No, he knew she was bleeding.  He had to.  Why wouldn’t he just say pee, if he didn’t?  But even still, he didn’t seem to try linger on it.  Maybe he was trying to avoid the awkwardness.  Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it, or maybe, he thought he was doing it for her? 

            Steve picked her up after she had wiped herself a few times, and he carried her to the tub and gently stood her up in the water, and then he took off her pajama top and her undershirt so she was naked.

            “Go ahead and sit,” Steve told her.

            Mariela obediently sat.

            “I know you’re a little bit sensitive right now,” Steve told her.  “I don’t blame you, so do you think you can stand me washing you, or do you want your Auntie Susan to do it?”

            Mariela looked down not sure what to say.  If he had asked her before putting her on the toilet and removing her diaper, she would have definitely said she wanted her aunt, but now, he already saw her dirty stuff, and he was already standing in front of her, having completely gotten her naked, and even watched her wipe herself until the toilet paper wasn’t being wet and dirtied anymore.

            “You can,” she finally whispered.

            Steve smiled and bent down and sitting on the tub, he picked up a couple of bath toys they had gotten her over a day or so ago, and started to play with her.

            Mariela looked at the toy and then up at her smiling fake uncle.  She sighed and picked up another toy, and touched the first one with it.  If you had asked her at that moment, she would have told you that she definitely was not going to play, but after over an hour in the bath, she was giggling and laughing while Uncle was playing with her in the bath.

            The water was starting to cool, and Uncle Steve seemed to guess it was time to get her out before she said anything, because she was lifted out, literally, moments before she started to complain.  He sat her right on the toilet as if to give her another chance, but of course, she had already emptied her bladder into her diaper not but an hour earlier.

            After a couple of minutes on the toilet, Uncle Steve picked the twenty-three year old little woman up again, this time, in a fluffy towel, and started to carry her out of the bathroom and to her room.

            Mariela had seen the stair where she had sat down and finished peeing earlier.  It was wet, but the puddle looked like it was gone.  She blushed because that meant her aunt must have cleaned it up.

            He took her into her room, and he stood her on her feet, using the towel to finish drying her, he let her hold the towel around her little barely noticeable little girl bumps on her chest while he went to find her some changes of clothes.

            Like her aunt the night before, he grabbed one of her thick diaper inserts, a lavender smelling pad, and he placed it inside her panties before handing her the panties.

            “Put them on,” he ordered her.  “If the pad isn’t right, don’t move it.  Just tell me and I’ll give you another one to put over it so the stuff doesn’t go all over you this time, okay?”

            “You know what happened at school yesterday?” she asked Uncle Steve.

            “Well, now I do,” he said hugging her.  “I dressed you for school yesterday, baby, and I know I didn’t put a pad in your panties because I had no idea that you were feeling, off.  But your aunt told me she picked you up early because you didn’t feel good, and then I come out this morning to take care of you, and I find you upset and I find your pajamas all dirty?  Of course I know what upset you, baby.  And it’s okay.”

            He hugged her after she pulled up her panties.

            “Don’t ever be scared to tell Uncle Steve you need a pad to be put under your panties, honey.  You don’t have to tell me that you are dirty or you are having any girl thing or anything.  Just ask for a diaper pad, and I’ll put it in your panties for you.  I won’t ask you if you plan to wet your pants, or any other reason you might want it there.  I’ll just put it there, because it’s up to you if you want it, and you already know Auntie’s rule about wetting in the daytime on purpose.  She’ll know if you used the pad just to pee your pants, honey, so I won’t care one way or the other unless Auntie tells me to spank you because you peed your pants, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            Steve gave her an undershirt to slip on, and then he pulled a black shirt with a kitten playing with yarn on the front and a purple skirt up on her legs.

            “There, all nice and clean, and dry, and dressed.  Feel better, baby?”

            Mariela nodded.

            They walked down the steps, Uncle holding her hand, and she looked down at the floor when she saw her aunt, wondering if her aunt was going to scold her for peeing her pants on the steps in the middle of the day.

            “You have a little accident?” Aunt Susan asked.

            Mariela nodded.

            “That’s why you tried to wake us, isn’t it?  You were afraid you were already too wet, and you might leak all over if you peed in your diaper again, huh?”

            Mariela nodded and she shivered at the thought that Aunty might be scolding her though her aunt was calm and just talking matter of factly.

            “Baby, this wasn’t your fault.  You know you are not allowed to touch your diaper until Uncle or Aunty changes you, and you obviously tried to get us up because you were afraid you were going to make a mess.  You were a good girl.”

            Susan came over and helped the little girl stand up and then she hugged her.

            “No more wet panties though, today.  Uncle Steve put you in panties, didn’t he?”

            She nodded.

            “Did he put you in a pad, too, honey?”

            She blushed and nodded.  “He put the pad in first and then he helped pull the panties on.”

            “Just like I’d expect him to do.  No little girl wants her uncle trying to put the pad directly against her while pulling up her panties.”

            Mariela nodded at that.  She did prefer the way her uncle had done it.

            “Your Uncle has a trial game tonight, so after lunch, he’s going to need you to go the storytelling room, and you are going to have to listen while he explains what he wants you to do while he’s doing the game, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.  “Okay.”

            “Go play for a while until lunch is ready, sweetie.”

            Mariela went to the living room, collected her dolls and Mr. STuffins, and she took them up to her room and put them around.  She made her bed, and then she took out some coloring books and laying on her bedroom floor, she started to color.

            Mariela sighed to herself as she colored.  Even if she were twelve years old, she would never have told a real uncle that she was needing, well, something for her little woman needs.  It was just… well, wrong.  But here she was, wearing a pad in her panties that her uncle had put there, and she was still being expected to act like a little girl… a little girl, that was somewhat unnatural.  If she didn’t know better, they were trying to train her to be a girl with special needs.

            The little girl colored for maybe an hour and a half, and Uncle Steve came in to get her for lunch.

            “What are you doing there, honey?” he walked over and knelt down so he could see what she was working on.

            “Just coloring, Uncle Steve.”

            “I see, well, I’ve set some stuff up downstairs, so after lunch, I’ll explain it all to you.”

            “Oh, okay, Uncle.”

            “You want to come and let uncle pick you up, sweetie?”

            Mariela looked up at him not really wanting to be carried at the moment, so she frowned while she tried to figure out if he was being strict, or if he was asking her, or what….

            “You don’t have to let me carry you all the time,” he said to her patting her shoulder.  “You can just say you want to walk.  You are twelve years old, after all.”

            Mariela nodded. “I kind of wanna walk.”

            “Sure, sweetie.  Go wash your hands and then go sit at the table.”

            Mariela nodded and started to get up to her knees while he stood up and walked out the door of her room.

            He said she was twelve, but she got the distinct feeling he was not really treating her like a twelve year old when he kept picking her up or even asking her if she wanted to be carried.  What twelve year old is always in her uncle’s arms, being carried?  Still, she wasn’t really sure what she could do about the illogic there.  If she said it too strongly, her Auntie might spank her or have Uncle Steve spank her.  If she refused him when he picked her up without even asking, she was sure to be scolded at the very least.  And he would likely still carry her if he had the intention of doing so, so she just shrugged it off as she gained her feet leaving her coloring books on the floor.  After all, if she was really supposed to be a kid, why wouldn’t she just leave them if she planned to come back to them later?

            Wait?  Did she really reason the idea of …?  No.  She wasn’t really a kid!  She didn’t like this at all.  She didn’t.

            The girl had already walked out of her room though when she realized what she had thought, and she sighed as she walked down to the bathroom to wash her hands like a good little young teenager.

            After washing her hands, she walked down the stairs and saw at her place at the table, there was already a plate made for her with tuna salad sandwiches, grape juice, potato chips and a few cookies.

            Aunt Susan smiled at her.

            “Is lunch alright?” she asked her.

            Mariela nodded.  It was fine.  It was a treat, really, seeing as she usually ate much less before she started to live with these strange people who insisted on her being their young niece.

            Mariela took a bite of her food, and she looked over at where her uncle and aunt sat, also eating lunch with her.  Her uncle had an open can of soda and her aunt had a glass of iced tea.

            “Is Uncle going to change me all the time now, even when I have… um… little woman problems?” Mariela asked them her face getting red.  “Because he took me to bathe me even though Auntie knew I was having that thing happening since yesterday.”

            Aunt Susan smiled at her and nodded.  “Why should it be a problem, honey?  It’s not really any worse than catching you wetting the bed at night, is it?  I mean, with the wetting the bed, well, that should actually be more embarrassing since you are a big girl, but you know, you do wet the bed all the time, baby.”

            Mariela frowned.  She didn’t know what was causing her to wet all the time recently, but she was certain it was not just because she was drinking cola late at night recently.  It had to be something else.  She had not started to wet the bed before she came to stay with these strange Aunie and Uncle.

            “I guess,” she whispered understanding her Auntie’s logic even if she didn’t agree with in.  In the back of her own mind, she felt like announcing to everyone that she was… well…, what was it when you were like this, really?  Whatever it was, it felt dirtier than people seeing you pee her pants, not that she really wanted that either.

            The little girl looked around a little bit to try to give her some time to think before she said anything else, but before she knew it, she had really became too distracted for too long, and lunch was over.  Her Aunt and Uncle were already clearing away the plates, and she had already finished her lunch.

            “You know where the story place is,” Uncle Steve told her.  “Go down there and wait for me, and we’ll talk about your behavior for tonight, okay?”

            Mariela nodded and got up from the table, went to wash her hands, and she peed in the toilet like a good little girl, checked her padding, and then pulled up her clothes and went down to meet her uncle.

            Before long, her uncle was in front of her, and ready to start explaining things to her.

            “Come and sit in my lap, sweetheart.”

            She felt like the tone in his voice was not an invitation, but more of a parental demand, so she walked over and sat down in his lap like he wanted.

            “The story we do tonight is going to be a lot different from your night-night stories,” he said to her.  “First of all, the room is going to have adults in it, and we might even have a couple of people trying to do ‘adult’ humor fun.  I will remind them that there is a little ten year old running around here, so they need to keep their fun appropriate to what they’d do if their own little nephews and nieces were running around if they were ten years old.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Even if they do temper it down, they might say things that could offend a growing girl like you, so remember, this is all fantasy.  They are not really doing in the story, what they would do.  You see, you are a little girl, so you can’t help but to do the stories as yourself, but these guys have an imagination where they step outside of themselves, and see the story from the angle of a different character acting.”

            “Okay,” Mariela said.

            “Alright… well, next thing….”

            He reached under his little command space and pulled out a chart.

            “Go put on the side of your little station,” he told her.  “You can see the tapes on the sides, I’ve already prepared?”

            Mariela nodded and went and put the chart up, and then she looked at it a little closer.  There were squares upon squares large enough to write in or to put stickers in.  In some of the squares, she saw Disneyland and other interesting places written in them.

            “I’m not sure I get this chart,” she turned to her uncle still crotched down from fixing the chart to the table just below where her chair would be.

            “Well, we know that just giving you an allowance based on chores is not really going to work,” Uncle Steve told her.  “Fundamentally, you are a bit different from most children you are to be like for us, so we have to make your allowance something that would really make you as excited as a young girl getting money for doing stuff she is asked to do….”

            Mariela stood up and went back to her uncle’s lap, who helped her up and then as she sat there, him rubbing her back, he explained it a bit more.

            He pulled out some stickers, they were in the shape of silver coins of some sort.

            “Every time you help me with my story session, we are going to pay you an allowance of one silver piece on this chart,” he told her.  “We are also going to have a few other things that when you do what your aunt tells you, we will put a silver piece on the chart.  When you get a silver piece to cover a space with special words on it, you will be given special tickets that you can keep in your little wallet that we will get you soon, and those tickets will mean as soon as it is convenient for all three of us, we will make sure you get to do the fun things you have earned.”

            “So, you’re actually going to take me to Disneyland and stuff?” she asked.

            “Do you not want that?” Uncle Steve asked patting her leg tenderly.

            “Um… I… yeah, I think it would be nice to go there.  But you know, to fill this chart like that, you have to be planning on me staying longer than it takes me to get papers from the place….”

            Uncle Steve nodded.  “And…?”

            “I thought it was my choice if I stay with you after that or not….”

            “Originally, your choice was supposed to end tonight, honey.”

            “But…, Auntie said that since it takes two weeks to get the papers, she’d let me decide after they come?”

            Uncle Steve frowned.  “Well, I sort of hoped you already decided to stay.  But if your aunt promised you that you had until the papers come, then that’s what we’ll give you, baby.”

            She looked down.

            “I’m still not used to wetting the bed and then wetting my pants in the mornings like you guys seem to want from me.”

            “I know, sweetie.  But you know, it hasn’t really been all bad, has it?  I know yesterday was a little embarrassing, but that could have happened even if we weren’t treating you like a little kid.  How can you get those kinds of things yourself if you can’t go in the stores?”

            Mariela nodded.  He was right, she was out of those things, actually, she was sort of wondering if the store would have let her get some when she had not showered in such a long time, and she also had to somehow get the money.  Yeah, she probably would have had her already dingy shorts on from before, covered with her little woman issues the day before, because she certainly had no money.

            “Yeah, okay.  I know that,” she blushed.  “But if I’m only getting these little coin things to fill up a chart, and well, sometimes a kid that is twelve years old, wants or even needs some spending money….”

            “You’re right,” Steve said as he patted her thigh again.  “You do need some spending money from time to time, and we are going to give you some spending money, but that money is more based on your necessities than on what you do as chores.  The chore chart you have at your seat at the story table is the special allowance you earn so you can do extra fun things when you get a certain amount filled in, if you stay with us long enough to fill it up.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Now, how do you earn a silver coin for your chart, while we are doing adult story time?” and he started to explain what he wanted from her.

            The little girl listened carefully to what her fake uncle said, and she repeated often what he wanted from her, from fetching the guys snacks and drinks when she noticed they were out of snacks, to retrieving dropped dice or stuff from the table, and to even act out certain little characters in the story that Uncle Steve had prepared for her.

            “It will sound so much cuter if you do this particular voice, and I’m pretty sure even if there are any characters we sometimes call murder hobos at the table, they will be a lot less likely to kill a character that a cute little child like you is doing.  But you might need to practice being sweet and giving each of these a little character.”

            Mariela nodded as she was given like twelve different papers with drawings and stats on them.

            “I’d like you to study these over tonight, and look at their dialog or key phrases I want them to say during the story, and think how you can pull them off so people would not kill them right away.”

            Mariela nodded and looked at the papers.

            Some of them were like regular NPC townspeople, like for a maiden at a bar or a little shop in town.  One was a little thing called a Nymph, which she wasn’t exactly sure what a nymph was.  And then there were little animals in the stack, and lastly, there was a monster being that was really small.  It was a monster though, and she wondered how she was supposed to make a monster cute….

            “Uncle Steve?  Aren’t goblins supposed to be mean and dirty and stuff?”

            “Usually, yes they are, baby.”

            “Well, how am I ‘apposed to make a monster like that look cute?”

            “Not look, baby, but act.  The little critter in the story is all on its own, and will do anything to gain a tribe for a short time, so it will do what its tribe wants it to do, to not be left behind….”

            “I still think it has sharp teeth and a nasty temper!  I think it should attack the party!”

            “Can you attack while being cute?” Uncle Steve asked.

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well, you’re a girl!  Do girls always fight with just their hands and feet, or is there another way the goblin can be nasty without physically hurting people?”

            “I… but it has sharp teeth made for biting off fingers,” Mariela frowned.  “Why it not just try to bite the other story people?”

            “That’s your job.  You need to find a motivation for the little beast to want to hold off biting the fingers and toes of those that found it.”

            Mariela sighed.

            “You have until six tonight to figure it out, baby.”

            “But it’s already two in the after noon!”

            “Well, you better start thinking, then, right?”

            Mariela sighed and nodded.

            She took the papers up to her room and looked through them again.  She had no problem with any of them, except the goblin thing. 

            Mariela frowned as she set the paper on the floor next to her coloring book she had left forgotten earlier, and she started to color again as she thought about the goblin.

            Mariela colored for several hours until she was called for dinner, though most of her coloring time was basically spent thinking about the mysteriously innocent little goblin thing. 

            Her uncle appeared at the door just in time for dinner, and he smiled as she lay on her tummy coloring in a square.

            “We need to eat and then talk a minute,” Uncle Steve told her.  “I have some specific points I want you to remember when you introduce each of the characters, especially the goblin brat.”

            “Oh, okay,” Mariela let him pick her up and carry her to the bathroom where he put her down by the toilet. 

            Obediently, she just slid down her shorts and her panties and sat on the toilet.  He didn’t have to say anything for her to realize what he was wanting her to do.  But nothing came out.

            When it seemed a little time passed, perhaps enough that she should have already finished, he picked her up again and fixed her clothes and then helped her at the sink to wash her hands.

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              Chapter 9:

            That first session was really not so important for her to be there as a character, it turned out, because the mechanics for actually having characters realized on paper was a lot more work than she had realized.  Of course, she knew that there had to have been some work to it, but during her story session, Uncle Steve just had her character ready for her, and just the night before, she had leveled up for the first time, and even then, he seemed to have done most of the work and just gave her some choices.

            Now, she saw firsthand, the players at the table first arguing that a strong party needed certain things if they wanted a group to live to tell their tales.  They talked about how their characters might already have met, and they worked on how their characters might have gone off on their own for a short time to learn something before coming back together.

            Mariela was fascinated to see how these people all worked out what they would do with their characters, all the while, staying within a certain premise that her fake uncle told them was the starting point of this campaign.

            Mariela had spent the better part of five hours basically playing server to the players, bringing them refills of soda, coffee, or whatever, and when Uncle Steve said so, she brought them plates of oreo crust base lemon pie, that she also got a bit of, and it was actually really good.

            They had not even started the story yet as creating the characters and getting to know who their new story partners were going to be was the first agenda for her uncle, and he said that despite not starting that night, he felt like session zero, as he called it, had been a success.

            Mariela was so tired at the end of it, that she was asleep before they had even cleared out of the gaming room, and she would not know she had fallen asleep until the next morning, when she’d wake up in her bed, changed for bed by her aunt or uncle, and in a wet diaper.

            As Mariela stirred, there was no alarm, nor anyone waking her up this morning.  For once, it looked as though her fake aunt and uncle decided she deserved some rest.  She sighed to herself as she sat up and kicking her legs over the side of the bed, she looked down at her sweatpants, pink ones, and knew that under them was a soaked diaper that she had peed in through the night.

            Mariela took a few deep breaths, and then stood up and walked to her bedroom door, but then she remembered how hard it was to get Auntie out of bed the day before, and even before uncle had come to see what she needed, she had already not only peed, but it leaked all over the step she had finally lost control on.

            She breathed in, and then just pushed and wet her diaper standing at her closed door.  Why bother?  They will just make her wet herself, right?

            After she finished flooding the diaper, the inside pad definitely soaked now, she opened the bedroom door, and walked out to see if over the banister in the living room, she might see the adults.

            Her aunt was down there, watching TV.

            Mariela walked over to the steps, and called out.

            “Auntie, can you come up here?” she asked from the top of the stairs.

            Susan stood up, and then looked up and saw her little niece and she smiled.

            “What is it, honey?”

            “Can you let me take off my diaper now?  I already peed in it this morning.”

            “Not while you were awake?” he Aunt asked her as she approached her.

            Mariela nodded.  “Well, for the last few mornings, I kept having to wait until I just wet, so I just got it over with this time, and peed before I came to find you.”

            “On purpose?”

            Mariela looked down her face started to feel red shame creeping up her neck.  Her aunt was acting a little funny.

            “Di…did I do something wrong?  I thought you wanted me… to… um… wet my diapers?”

            Susan put her hands on her hips.  “Just because my baby niece wets the bed and wets her pants sometimes in the mornings, it doesn’t excuse doing it on purpose when you are awake, little girl.”

            Mariela’s face got more and more heated as her eyes started to sting with shame.  Why did she just stand there outside her door, and peed her pants like that?  She should have at least…. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to have done, actually, and tears started to roll down her face.

            “I’m sorry, Auntie.”

            Susan sighed.

            “Look, Mariela.  I know we don’t take your diaper off of you right away sometimes, and that that sometimes causes you to have an accident because you are not allowed to touch your diaper until your uncle or I change you, but that is no excuse to just wet in the daytime on purpose.  I don’t mind so much if it’s an accident, especially in your diaper, but you are too old, even at eight years old, to do it on purpose.”

            Mariela started to sob.

            “Why are you crying?  You did this, baby.  You decided to just pee your diaper without even trying to hold it or tell Auntie you needed to pee.  Even if I just ignored you and just gave you breakfast because you were already wet, and you had an accident, even that, at least, would not have been your fault.  But just to sit there on your bed, or whatever, and to just decide to wet your pants…?”

            “I’m sorry,” she choked through her sobs.

            The sobs brought Uncle out of the bedroom, and he walked over where Mariela had her face in her hands, still crying and Auntie Susan with a hand on her shoulder.

            “What’s going on?” Steve asked.

            “Our little niece decided she’d just pee her pants on purpose this morning,” Susan told him.

            “She’s… she’s still in a diaper, honey.”

            “Yes, but when I came up to get her, she just stood there, and told me smugly, that she just stood there and peed her pants—on purpose.”

            Steve turned the crying little 23 year old woman to face him, and patted her puffy bottom, he whispered in her ear.

            “You peed on purpose, little one?”

            Mariela looked down and nodded, still crying.

            “Look, Mariela,” Steve said to her as he continued to pat her war wet puffy butt.  “Our little niece has little accidents in her sleep, and even in the morning before gets changed out of her diapers, but doing it on purpose is a no-no.”

            She could only stand there, shaking, and cry.

            Steve looked over Mariela’s head over at Susan.  “What are we going to do with her?”

            “Well, one thing is for sure, she is way too immature to decide to leave us next week when she gets her papers.  No self-respecting uncle or aunt would let their niece leave when she doesn’t even know better than to just sit there and wet herself.  She’s made up her mind.  She’s staying with us for six years.”

            Mariela just stood there, shaking, afraid that that was the least of her worries, that they decided for her that she was not going to be allowed to just leave.

            “Alright,” Steve nodded with a small smile.  “But we also have to teach her not to wet her pants like that.”

            Susan sighed.  “Yes, we do, but not right now.  Steve, will you please go to the store and get her some pull ups?  I don’t want her wearing panties for a while.”

            “I guess,” Steve said.  “I think we better get her another package of diapers, too.  She’s going to go through the ones we bought her before the next week is out.”

            “Yeah, you’re right.  Just get the whole nine yards.  Also, can I go down into your story area and get her bottle?  I want her to drink from it today.”

            “Oh, um… I thought the bottle was just for putting her to sleep and when she’s entertaining my Dungeons and Dragons group.”

            “It was… but honey, she needs to learn not to wet her pants like this on purpose.  If she’s going to think being a toddler is fun, then we are going to make sure she sees exactly what a toddler goes through, and maybe that will make her not want to do this again.”

            “I guess you’re right.  I’ll get her some sippy cups, then, too.”

            “Good idea.”

            “Well, little miss pissy pants,” Susan said turning Mariela to face her.  “You and I are going to the bathroom to get you a bath, and then I’m putting you into another diaper, which will not be removed until it’s wet.  At that time, your uncle will have been back, and we’ll start having you wear a pull up.  No panties all day, and no touching your diaper or even your pull up on your own unless you want a spanking.”

            Mariela nodded, still sniffling.

            Mariela was taken into the bathroom while Uncle Steve went off to the bedroom again to get regular clothes on.  Aunt Susan had her tightly by the wrist so she couldn’t get away, reminiscent of how she was taken to the bathroom at the McDonalds when they first met.

            Mariela put her hands on her waistband at the hips of her nighttime sweats, but Susan smacked her hands away.

            “What did I say about you touching your own pants right now?”

            Mariela’s lower lip quivered.  She had said diaper and pull up, she didn’t know auntie meant even her pants.

            Susan made her stand there, in her wet diaper with her sweats still pulled up until the bathtub was full, and then she took the little girl’s hands and pulled her gently to the toilet, where Auntie sat down, pulling the lid down, and that’s where she started to undress her baby niece, first pulling off her top.  It was like Auntie was trying to make her wear the wet diaper for as long as possible, maybe as punishment for wetting on purpose.

            Once the little niece was completely naked, the diaper finally being rolled up into a ball, but Mariela still stood in front of her aunt, afraid to move without permission, and the ball of a wet diaper was put into the waste bucket, she was slapped on the thigh three times.

            “You.  Do not.  Wet…,” and her aunt said the rest after the last swat.  “…your pants on purpose.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded.  Auntie’s hand didn’t hurt, really, but the shame of being spanked for something that at the age of twenty-three was ….  Well, that hurt.  It made tears sting her eyes.

            Auntie then took her to the tub and helped her get in.

            Auntie left her in the tub for ten minutes, while she went off to cool down.

            “I can’t look at you and treat you properly right now,” her aunt told her.  “I need to bathe you when I’m not angry, so you just stay here, and when I’m calm, I’ll come back and clean you up as if you just had an accident.  You will not remind me you did it on purpose, and then we can enjoy your bath time like we should.”

            Mariela nodded and sat there, thinking about what she had done.  Her aunt was right, though.  She shouldn’t have wet her pants on purpose like that no matter how likely she was going to do it on accident later anyway.  It was acceptable to have an accident, but for a twenty-three year old to just stand there and pee her pants on purpose?  She did realize how stupid that was.  Maybe her Auntie was right.  Maybe she was too immature to take care of herself on her own.  Maybe that’s why she was on the streets all that time.  Maybe other companies realized how immature she was and wouldn’t hire her.

            A little later, not Auntie, but Uncle Steve came into the bathroom, and he set down some clothes on the toilet seat of the toilet along with… a cartoony diaper-like thing that looked a little more like panties than something you tape up between the legs.

            “Your aunt is still a little upset about your behavior earlier, so since I’m back, I’ve decided to come and bathe you.  Auntie asked me to let you know I’ll be gentle.  She had already scolded you, and you are already being punished with wearing pull ups the rest of the day, so we can just enjoy bath time, honey.”

            Mariela looked down, her face blushing again, and she nodded.

            “I don’t really understand, though, Mariela.  Why would a twelve year old like you just wet yourself on purpose like that?  I know your diaper was probably already wet, but still, you can’t have thought that was responsible, right?”

            “I know,” Mariela whispered.  “It wasn’t.  I… I wasn’t thinking.  I just thought.  I just.  Because I already wet my pants in my sleep….  I just thought I can just wet my diaper and then get changed sooner.”

            Uncle Steve sighed.

            “It doesn’t work like that, Mariela.  When we change you in the morning, it won’t matter if you are already wet from a second accident or not, we change you at a certain time as part of our routine because if we didn’t follow a routine, both your aunt and I would be late for work, and you might even be late for school.  Routines are important so we get everything done in the morning.  So, honestly, even if you wet your pants on purpose tomorrow morning, we would not change the routine and change you earlier.  You’d still wear your wet diaper until we get you ready, only you’ll wear pull ups to school instead of panties.  Do you want to wear pull ups to school, baby?”

            “No?”

            “Then I suggest you don’t try a stunt like this ever again.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “As it is, your aunt has decided she’s going to take you to church today.”

            “In… in a diaper?” Mariela asked.

            “In a pull up, honey.  We were debating whether to start church with you this week or next week, but your auntie thinks it’s a good idea to let you get around other girls your age, that maybe they will teach you a bit more about how to act your age.”

            Mariela sighed.  “But please, not in a pull up, Uncle?”

            “Honey, I’m not going to fight your aunt on something that you basically brought on yourself.  If you had not acted like a toddler, we would not have had to get you pull ups today.”

            Mariela hung her head knowing she wasn’t going to win.  They were right, after all.  She had acted like a toddler.  Even an eight year old, her aunt reminded her, would not just wet herself on purpose like that.

            Before Mariela knew it, Steve was lifting her out of the tub, and though it was not fun because he had discussed with her what she had done wrong, and how she needed to accept being punished, and how she needed to learn to never do something like this again, he was still very gentle with her.

            He wrapped her in a towel like he always did when he got her out of the bath, and he hugged her from the back over her shoulders and he whispered in her ear.  “You are a good little girl.  You just made a mistake, and once we get through today, you will know never to make this mistake again.”

            Mariela nodded.

            He picked her up and then set her down by the toilet, where he knelt down and started to help her dress.

            “No, baby,” he would hold her hands a moment when she tried to help.  “You acted like a toddler.  A toddler gets dressed by her guardians, not by herself.  You are not to touch your skirt or your shirt let alone your pull up by yourself.  If you gotta go potty, you squirm until Auntie notices, Uncle notices, or you have an accident.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Good girl.”

            He got her dressed, helped her wash her hands, helped her brush her teeth, and even helped her put her hair up pretty, and then she came down wearing a white top and purple skirt.

            “Mariela is ready for church, honey.  Are you going to let her eat breakfast this morning?”

            “Of course I am,” Auntie said.  “She’s acted like a toddler.  You have to feed toddlers breakfast in the morning.  They can’t go all day like adults can.”

            “That might make us late for church.”

            “Well, it can’t be helped.  You don’t ever take a toddler somewhere without first making sure she eats breakfast.”

            Auntie brought some cereal and juice in a bottle to the table.

            “I want your cereal gone in five minutes, honey.  You can bring your bottle with us, so I don’t mind if it’s not all gone before we leave.”

            Mariela nodded.

            While they were in the car on the way, Auntie made it clear what was expected.

            “Now, honey, you are wearing a pull up.  An accident will not get you in trouble, but it better be an accident.  I will know.  Your peers will come and get me if they notice you are having a hard time holding it, or they see you starting to get upset because you are having an accident.  If you are sitting with me, I’ll know it is an accident because of your mannerisms.  No wetting on purpose, and no going potty by yourself.  No asking to go potty.  You just wait and hope that I or uncle notice you need to go in time.  If we don’t notice in time, and your diaper gets wet, then it’s not your fault.  If you just sit there and pee yourself on purpose, even if you just think you are tired of holding it, then that is your fault, and you’ll have to be punished more severely than you are now.”

            “Do… do my peers… do they have to know I’m wearing one?” she asked not being able to say the word pull up or diaper.

            “Honey, as long as you don’t need to use the bathroom in front of them, I’m sure they won’t notice anything, but if you do wet yourself in front of them, they are going to know.  Understand?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “So, what if you wet your pants?  Do you know what to expect?”

            “You mean on accident?”

            “I mean, both, on accident or if you do it on purpose, do you know what will happen?”

            “You said I’m allowed to pee on accident,” Mariela shook.

            “You are, baby.  If it’s really an accident, auntie will help you change your pull up.”

            “If it’s on purpose… you’re going to punish me?” she whispered.

            “That’s right, Mariela.  If you do it on purpose, you’ll be punished.

            “And if she pulls down her skirt or pull up on her own?” Uncle Steve asked getting in on the conversation.

            Mariela looked up at her aunt.

            “Punished, and made so everyone can see that you are wearing a pull up,” Auntie told her.

            Mariela nodded.  She knew it was clear.  She was to only have accidents today.  She was not going to count on getting to the toilet, but she was not allowed to wet on purpose, either.  She just had to hold it until it is an accident.

            Three hours later, they were in the car, again, only this time, Mariela was squirming around in the backseat, breathing heavily, wiggling her legs and pressing her hand into her skirt, making sure that auntie saw that she was honestly trying to hold it as the pressure built to dangerous levels of maybe causing a leak….  Then it happened.  She suddenly froze and started to soak her diaper.

            Susan looked back at her as she saw her niece freeze, her face got red, purple, and then pale.  Her legs suddenly stopped pumping, and her hands grasped at the hem of her skirt, and then she looked just like a toddler, her lips sucked into her mouth, her head down, and for a moment or two, Mariela could swear that the whole car could hear her pouring into her diaper padding.

            “Did you just wet your pants?” her aunt asked her with a frown.

            “No?” Mariela shook once she stopped peeing.  “I mean… I didn’t pee on purpose.  It just… it was too hard to wait.  Honest.  It was an accident, auntie.”

            Susan’s face softened and she even smiled.

            “An accident, honey?”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Good girl, baby.  We’ll change you when we get home.”

[StoneRiver76]

            Chapter 10:

            All day, Sunday, the little girl was called an eight year old, but the way they fussed with her touching her own clothes, even just to change into play clothes after church, it was like they were treating her like a three year old.  They didn’t even let her play by herself in her room, but made her take her toys and stuff to the living room where they could watch her, and they put up her crayons and other marking things on her because she was too immature for them at the moment.  She was only allowed her dollies and stuffies.

            At story time for the night, Uncle had made the story especially tame as though she was too immature to hand a real fight in the story, and gave her special kissing magic, hugging magic, and glance cutesy magic to attack the monsters with.

            This version of playing out a story was not really that much fun for her, but she knew that they were just making her suffer the full wrath of what it was to be like if she was treated like a toddler, and as her aunt had told her earlier that day, if she did this again, she would be treated like a toddler for a week.

            Despite the story being much less engaging and almost a chore, or maybe because of it, Mariela found herself drifting off to sleep while only on her second bottle of cola.  They always gave her cola at night, telling her the caffeine would help their little niece act like their little helpless niece.

            Mariela woke up sometime before she had to be up, and she sighed and went to the bedroom door.  She remembered the day before, the horrible events glued to her mind as she stood in front of the door.  She looked down at the carpet, which was dry, but still, she remembered the exact spot where her nightmare of the day before had started.  She would never ever do that again!

            Shaking her head, she walked out into the hall, and decided to head down to the kitchen to wait for her aunt there.  There was no point in going towards the bathroom.  Her Uncle or Aunt would change her for school when she was ready, and she knew she wasn’t allowed to take off her diaper until it was removed for her.

            The day before, though it was really tough on her, to teach her a lesson for being irresponsible earlier in the day, Mariela knew, it could have been a lot worse.  As it was, she was forced to wear a pull up all day, and she had accidentally wet the pull up twice, well, not the same one.  The other three times she had to go, she was taken to the potty in time.  Her aunt warned her though, that if she made a habit of becoming like a toddler, that she might not be able to do meet her demands so regularly, so it was better if she tried to get to the potty like a good big kid.

            Mariela nodded in agreement at her thinking back.  Her aunt was right.  It was better getting to the potty like a good big kid.

            Her Aunt was actually already up, and was making breakfast.  Uncle Steve was reading the newspaper at the table.

            “Did you wet on purpose again?” her aunt asked her.

            “No, Auntie.”

            “You better not be lying.  Steve check and see if she’s lying.”

            “But, I didn’t…,” Mariela put her hands on her hips looking up at Susan.

            “Mariela,” Steve looked at her sternly.

            “What?  I didn’t wet!”

            “Then let your uncle check.”

            “How he going to do that?  You made me wet the bed last night,” she told them.

            Both of the adults laughed at her when she said that.

            “We made you?” Steve asked her looking her in the eye.

            “Ye… yeah,” Mariela stumbled over her words as Steve looked into her eyes the glare making her feel like she was going to lose not only her nerve, but her morning flooding into her diaper.

            Steve stood up.

            Mariela looked down at her shoes, but she tried to keep her ground all the same.  It was stupid that her aunt had punished her day before for wetting her pants just inside her room.  They were going to make her pee her diaper anyway, and as of yet, her diaper was not yet, wet in, well, not since her nightly accident.

            Steve reached over and made to swat her butt, but she moved just in time, and his hand sliced at the air.

            “Mariela, you’re just making it worse for yourself, her uncle warned her.  Get over here, or I’m going to spank!”

            Wait!  Didn’t he just try to swat her, though?

            He reached out a second time, and this time, his hand caught her on the butt, and she nearly spun by the power of his slap to her thigh, and she fell to the floor, the stinging sharply shredding through her nerves to let her know that he had caught her, and that he meant business.

            “Now, stand up, and get in my lap, right now, or you’ll really get it!”

            Mariela felt some pee spray her diaper from the inside after a moment or two sitting on the floor, the sharpness still sending pain signals to her brain.

            Timidly, she stood up and looked up at him, sorrow in her eyes.

            “I’m… I’m wetting my pants,” she told them.  “It’s cause… cause… it stings, and I had to go, and I can’t stop.”

            She started crying.

            “Check her and make sure she’s telling the truth,” Susan told him.  “Her butt should be soggy and little warmer if she’s not lying.”

            Steve nodded and as he lifted her up into his lap, he felt the back of her diaper closer to her thighs.  She was wet, and it was starting to leak so that her pajama bottoms were also damp.

            “Her pajamas are getting wet,” Steve announced to both of them.

            “Now, see what you did?” Susan asked Mariela who raised her thumb to suck on to pacify her as she waited for her auntie to explain.  “If you had just done what you were told, you would not have been spanked, and you might not have even gotten your pajama bottoms wet.”

            Mariela started to sob around her thumb.

            Auntie and Uncle Steve were the ones that were causing her pajamas to get wet, and the little wetness that Uncle had discovered moments before didn’t stop.  It was spreading even as she sat in his lap.  Soon, he would be discovering she was wetting right in his lap, and it was his and auntie’s fault for not letting her go to the toilet, even if she does wet the bed now.

            It wasn’t long before he realized what she was doing, or what her body, rather, was doing to both of them, and getting him wet, and he lifted her up a bit by under the arms and checked under her and saw a drizzling line of pee pouring right through her pajama and down into his lap.

            “This little kid just wet her pants on me,” Steve complained to Susan.

            “Well, as you just said, she is a little kid.  Take her to her room and get her dressed.  I’ll have breakfast finished soon.”

            Steve sighed and lifted the still leaking girl up and into his arms, and he carried her up the stairs.

            “You know, it is one thing to have an accident, Mariela.  An accident is not your fault, even if you are wetting all over my lap.  But what you did yesterday, wetting your pants on purpose not even telling anyone you had to use the bathroom before letting it go all over yourself… that is very much like a baby.  That’s why you were wearing pullups yesterday, and why we were checking you this morning….”

            Mariela hung her head.

            Uncle Steve put her on her bed.

            “I’m not even that mad you peed on me,” he told her.  “Because… I am hoping that was an accident.”

            “It was,” Mariela tried to sniffle through her thumb.

            “But I will not have you causing trouble on purpose.  If you wet your pants at school, even once, and I find out you did it on purpose, your whole class will see you in a diaper.  Do you understand me?”

            Mariela nodded, shaking, afraid he was going to swat her again.

            He turned to her dresser and started looking through her clothes.

            “You were a very bad little girl, yesterday,” Uncle Steve told her.  “And no, I don’t mean you were mischievous or even evil.  I mean… you were a very unskilled child.  You were just like a toddler, so we treated you like one.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Now, you are going to be a good girl, come over and let me remove those wet pajamas, your soaked diaper, and then let me slip your clean panties on.”

            “What about a bath?”

            “You don’t have time for a bath.  You peed all over your pajamas, so I also need to change and take a shower because you peed on me.  The shower is going to be used, and if we both take one, you are going to be late for school, making the rest of us late for work.”

            Mariela looked down.  “Okay.”

            Mariela was sure the punishment could have been a lot worse.  They could have made her wear the wet diaper to school, but maybe they wouldn’t have.  Still, they could have put her in a pullup, with the same rules as yesterday.  She is not allowed to touch if she’s wearing a diaper or even a pullup.  She had to go to an adult to ask permission to get help if she’s in a pullup, and if she’s in a diaper, she will just be ignored until she wets her pants….  AT least…, she is in a pair of green panties with little cartoons of ponies all over them.

            The girl was put into a pair of pink jeans, and Steve put an undershirt on her, one that was sufficient to cover her very small chest, but still, it made her feel… well, not much like even a middle school kid.  It made her feel like she was under ten years old again.  And… he put her in a light blue and white horizontal broad band striped polo shirt.

            “Now, go eat breakfast,” he told her, his hand catching only air as he swiped towards her bottom again to send her on her way.  And just like he had said, he went directly to take a shower.  She had peed on him, after all.  What did she expect?

            “Eat,” Susan told her sternly.

            Mariela got a chill from the way that auntie told her to eat, so quietly, and yet so clearly.  Would Auntie be mad if she back talked?  She wasn’t about to find out.

            Mariela felt dirty.  She knew she had to smell.  She was still stinking from not having a shower from wetting the bed, and then her morning pee, as always, going into her diaper, but she had gotten it on Uncle, so he needed a shower instead of her.  She felt so dirty.

            The car approached her school.  She felt her head had a little water along the hairline.  She was probably worrying too much, but then again, if anyone picked up that she smelled like she peed, last Friday’s incident would likely resurface so vividly in everyone’s mind, she would not be able to stand it for even half an hour.  She trembled a bit as she stepped out of the car.

            “Now, you be a good girl, and don’t you dare wet your pants on purpose,” her aunt told her before letting her walk towards the building.  She hoped her aunts words had not been heard by anyone.

            The poor girl nearly leapt from her skin when someone came up from behind her.

            “Miss me?”

            Mariela looked behind her, her thumb going right into her mouth at the sudden surprise.

            “Oh,” Jenna frowned when Mariela put her thumb there.  “You… you still do that, huh?”

            Mariela started to ask what, but then because of it being in the way of her talking, she realized where her thumb was, and took it out of her mouth and wiped it on her shirt.  “Um… you just surprised me,” she turned red.  “I… I get nervous and I… I do that when I get nervous.”

            “It’s not a big deal,” Jenna told her.  “I bite my nails when I get nervous.  Let’s get some cinnamon rolls.  Want one?”

            “I don’t have any money, Jenna.”

            “So?  I have enough for two, and you really need to taste these.  They are the only decent breakfast item the school serves, and they are only made on Mondays.”

            “Oh…,” Mariela looked down.  “But I don’t even know if or when I can pay you back.”

            “Now, now, friends don’t talk like that,” she said.  “No one needs to pay anyone back for a little kindness.  I scratch your back today, and if I need help with something tomorrow, then you scratch my back.  You know?”

            Mariela frowned.  “Okay?”

            Jenna didn’t let her raise anymore objections.  Every time she went to open her mouth, all the way into the cafeteria, she put her finger on her lips and said, “Not one word.”

            Mariela was nervous about everyone looking at her.  Friday’s incident kept looming up to the fore of her mind, and she wondered how many people were seeing that incident, as they looked and saw her sitting there.  She wondered how many people were talking about how dirty she was, or how much of a baby she was.  She wondered how many people noticed that she smelled like pee, even now.

            First period was nerve wracking.  Uncle had not put a pad in her panties before school today.  They were both preoccupied with how late she was making everyone.  She noticed now.  She hoped that her period was finished, but there was a chance, she would still leak some.  It was only the fourth day.

            Having been homeless for four months, she forgot what even worrying about having a pad was like.  She forgot that it was embarrassing to not have one, in public, until she found herself here at school on Friday without one.  And now, she knew she really should have one on just in case, but she had not put one on.  What was she going to do?

            Somehow, nothing happened though, or at least, nothing that anyone noticed.

            Mariela didn’t even get teased about smelling like pee, and the more the day went on, the more confident that she was that no one remembered what happened no Friday, and that no one smelled her little morning problem.  She would be in her auntie’s car soon, on her way back to their house.  Maybe she could ask auntie to take an early bath.

            Once Mariela was in the car, enclosed in a small space with just her and her aunt, she started to row down the window.  She knew she smelled bad.  She wondered how no one at school realized how much she smelled like pee.

            “What are you doing?” Aunt Susan asked when she looked back and saw the girl rowing down the window.

            “Um… I… I stink,” the little girl said with her head down.  “I didn’t take a bath this morning, remember?  Uncle got peed on, so he had to take a shower, so I couldn’t.”

            Susan frowned.

            “Are you sure you didn’t wet at school?”

            “I promise, I didn’t Auntie.  I just smell really bad because I peed this morning and didn’t get to take a bath.  I promise.”

            Susan sighed.

            “Well, I hope you learned your lesson about peeing on purpose in your room or anywhere else.”

            “I did.  I promise.”

            “I suppose we should have at least wiped you up or something.  If you feel that icky, then auntie will give you a bath as soon as we get home, baby.”

            “Thank you.”

            “You’re sure your panties are not wet?”

            “Um… not with pee.  I promise.”

            “What do you mean, not with pee, honey?  What else would they be wet with?”

            “Uncle forgot to put a pad on me this morning when he changed me.  I… I think I have some… that stuff in my panties.”

            Susan sighed.  “Honey, you should have told me that uncle forgot.  He’s not a girl, honey.  He doesn’t know much about how long we need to wear those, and he doesn’t think about it unless you tell him or he sees an accident caused by it.”

            Mariela just looked down.

            “Did it get all over your pants again?”

            “No.  It’s just in my panties this time, I think.”

            “Okay.  Well, next time tell your uncle he needs to put one on you, or if you are embarrassed to ask him to do it, come and get me and tell me you need to have one on because uncle forgot.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Mariela was quite relieved to get a bath, and when her aunt saw her panties, she smiled at her niece and showed her that they weren’t even red anywhere, and that she worried for no reason.

            And it seemed that for a few days, other than waking up wet every morning and having a morning accidental pee in her diaper when she ate breakfast, there were not anymore problems.

            Then, it was Friday, after school.

            Mariela was at her locker, putting her books away, and deciding what she’d need for the weekend to do her homework.  That’s when Jenna came up and tapped her on the shoulder.

           “Want to come with my mom and me shopping tomorrow?” she asked.

            “Um… I’m not sure I’m allowed,” Mariela frowned.  “I didn’t even get to ask my aunt.”

            “Your aunt is picking you up from school like always, isn’t she?”

            “Yeah….”

            “How about I come and ask her with you?  I’ll just tell her I just found out my mom was taking me tomorrow, and I thought I’d invite you because you’re the new girl at school, and I know you don’t have many friends yet.”

            Mariela looked down.  “Okay.”

            “Mrs. Wayfeld?” the energetic slender black girl danced around waiting for the aunt to get out of the car to see what was going on.

            “It’s just Miss or Ms.” Susan said.  “I’m not married yet.”

            “Oh, well, I just thought… Mariela always talks about her aunt and uncle, so I just thought….”

            “That’s okay.  So, what is it you wanted, honey?”

            “Well, tomorrow, my mom and I are going shopping, and even after a week and a half, Mariela doesn’t really have any friends at school, so I thought it would be nice if she can come with my mom and me.”

            “Well, I don’t know,” Susan frowned.  “I really should talk to her uncle first about this.  Do you have a phone number I can call you back after we make a decision?”

            “Yeah, just a minute.  Mariela doesn’t have a cell phone?”

            “No.  I didn’t think about getting her one yet.”

            “Do you have one?”

            Susan frowned.  “It’s not for personal calls.  I use my home phone for personal calls, honey.”

            “Oh, okay, so… um… let me just pull up my phone number here….”

            The girl got her phone all set up to her personal display information, an then she showed Aunt Susan.

            “Wait a moment,” Susan said.  “Mariela, do you have a place you can write this number down in your notebooks so you have the number, and so I can see it when we get home and then I can write it down where we will both have access to it?”

            Mariela looked through her bag and pulled out her school booklet that had school rules on it, and she presented the back to her aunt.  “We can use this,” she said.

            “I’ll have Mariela call you tonight after we discuss it and give you an answer.  How late can we call you on a Friday night?”

            “Oh, my mom doesn’t care on Friday or Saturday.  You can call me anytime you want.”

            “That’s not good,” Susan mumbled.  “Well, we’ll call you before nine, honey.  If we haven’t decided before that, then we’ll try again tomorrow morning before nine.”

            “Nine?  Oh, okay.”

            Susan sighed and she looked back at Mariela once they were on the way home.

            “You want to go with your new friend?” she asked her.

            Mariela looked down.  “I’m… I’m not really twelve, Auntie.  I’ll do whatever you want.  I don’t need twelve year old friends.”

            Susan frowned as she drove.  She didn’t say anything for several blocks.  Then she stopped at a light, turned to face Mariela, and she tightened her mouth.

            “Honey, you need to pull off being twelve in every way you can, or the authorities will know something is off, whether you stay with Uncle Steve and me, or you get placed somewhere else.  Do you want to end up back on the streets, only to find yourself in Mexico instead of the States at the same time?”

            Mariela shook her head no.

            “Then, you need to convince yourself that you are twelve years old.  You need to make friends with kids of that age, or maybe your uncle and I should find a special school for special needs kids for you?”

            Mariela frowned and looked down.  “I’ll try.”

            “I’ll talk to Steve about this tonight, and we’ll decide what is the best thing, but honey, if you go with this girl and her mom shopping, you are not to leave their side.  You stay right next to them, and don’t let your friend drag you away from adult supervision.  You need adult supervision to use the toilet at the mall.”

            “I do?”

            “Honey, you are not used to going potty in public places.  That McDonalds person really scared you, not to mention you are not used to going potty in places besides school and our home because when you were on the streets, a lot of people would shoo ‘dirty people’ away, especially when you were not with your mom, so you either peed behind buildings where people might not see you, or you found places where you were not near anyone.  If you didn’t, then you just peed your pants.”

            Mariela looked down at her shoes.

            “Okay, Auntie Susan.  I won’t leave the mom’s side.  I promise.”

            “Good girl.”

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            Chapter 11:

            “I don’t know,” Uncle Steve was saying when they picked him up from work and they started for home.  “Mariela is barely used to us, and having her suddenly go on some shopping trip with a friend, what if she has a problem while she is out?”

            Susan nodded.  “She is supposed to be twelve years old.  We don’t want people to talk, and people to think we mistreat her.”

            “No, I guess you’re right about that,” he looked to the backseat at his little baby niece.

            “Mariela, is your pants wet?” he asked her.

            “No?” she pleaded remembering how they had been so insistent on checking her that Monday before school.  “I didn’t.  I promise.”

            Steve turned back to Susan.  “She’s not even, really, you know, trained the way I want her yet.  It’s kind of early to start having her spend time with people outside of school.”

            “Steve, is she supposed to just stay home all the time and just….”

            “Just what?” Steve looked over at Susan, Susan was the one that was driving.

            “Well, she’s supposed to be a little middle school girl.  It’s not natural to keep her in the house all the time.”

            “I don’t know, Susan,” and he looked back at the little twenty-three year old baby girl again.  “Mariela, honey, you sure you’re not wet?”

            Mariela looked down.  She couldn’t tell if she was supposed to be wet or not, but she knew if she did it on purpose, she would definitely be in trouble.  She started to wiggle her legs, to make sure Steve thought she was holding it.  If she was going to have to wet her pants, it better be an accident.  She knew that.

            “I didn’t wet,” she told her weird Uncle Steve.  “Honest.”

            He nodded and turned back to the front.

            Susan looked over at Steve, and Steve nodded at her, but Mariela wasn’t sure what that even meant.

            Mariela kept wiggling her legs now, even though she really didn’t have to pee that badly.  She was nervous that if she stopped wiggling, and if something didn’t go right, that she would be in trouble for wetting her pants.  If something did happen, and if they thought she was wiggling for a while, maybe they wouldn’t accuse her of wetting on purpose.

            Mariela put her thumb in her mouth.

            Steve turned back and faced her.

            “Mariela, your aunt is right.  You probably should get out of the house more, but we need to talk about the rules if you are going to see your friend tomorrow.”

            Mariela looked down.  She would almost have preferred Steve to deny her permission to see her friend.  She wasn’t sure how easy it would be to act twelve years old outside of school.

            “Public potties are scary, aren’t they?” Steve asked her as they were still in the car, not too far from their house now.

            Mariela looked down and nodded, not sure what he was going to tell her to do.  Was this something about having her insist that someone go in with her when she goes potty?

            “If you go out with your friend, shopping, I don’t know, how long do you think she’ll want to stay out shopping?”

            Mariela shrugged.

            “When I was a young girl,” Susan smiled, “I remember staying out for four or five hours.”

            Steve frowned.  “It’s not going to be easy for her to be out more than three hours, though, Susan.  If she is, she might wet her pants.”

            “Do you really think she’d wet her pants in front of her friend?”

            “I don’t know,” Steve looked back at Mariela.  “The little one has been on the streets for a long time, and she’s still not that comfortable around public toilets.”

            “So, what are you saying Steve?”

            “I’m saying that if the little one wets herself tomorrow, you shouldn’t get mad at her, even if it looks on purpose.  Just let her do it….”

            “But….”

            “I don’t think it’s right to let her go out in public like that, and then get mad at her if she ends up wetting her pants.  She’s still scared of public places, and she’s not going to know that mother that well either, so it’s not  the same as you taking her potty.”

            Susan frowned.  “So, you want to give her permission, to just sit there and pee her pants, just like that?”

           “Honey, I’m not saying that.  She’s going to be really uncomfortable.  It’s not going to be on purpose, Susan.  She’s a scared little girl.  She’s definitely going to wet her pants while she’s shopping, honey.  It’s just a given.  Unless you go with her and take her potty.”

            Mariela frowned.  She was starting to understand.  Steve wanted her to wet her pants, in front of her friend and her friend’s mom.  She shivered a bit at the thought.

            “It’s either that, or she just doesn’t go tomorrow,” Steve told Susan.  “She should not be going in public until she is comfortable anyway.”

            “We can’t keep her cooped up in the house, Steve.  Fine, let her just wet her pants, but I’ll put a pull up on her in the morning.”

            “That’s a good idea.  Let her wear a pull up and we’ll give the other girl’s mom a second pull up and explain to her that Mariela is still kind of scared of new places and people, and she is probably going to pee her pants.”

            Steve then looked into Mariela’s eyes.

            “I will not let Auntie Susan call it being on purpose, tomorrow baby.  You have permission to just wet your pull up.  I know you’re still scared to go potty in public places by yourself, and you don’t even know that other woman that well, that will be taking you and your friend shopping.”

            “What if my friend finds out I wet my pants, though?” Mariela asked thinking that not only was she trying to get permission to not wet her pants, but also thinking even a regular twelve year old would be worried about it, too.

            “Your friend is going to find out,” Steve told her.  “That’s a given, baby.  Just tell her you had an accident.  If you want, we can talk with both the mom and the girl for a bit before they take you shopping, that way, they know what to expect.”

            “But she’ll tell everyone at school that I pee my pants,” Mariela told him as Susan pulled the car into the driveway.

            “Do you really think she’ll be that mean to you if we explain to her that you can’t help it?  I honestly think if she is any kind of friend that cares about you, she’d help you rather than want to embarrass you at school.”

            Mariela just looked down.

            “We’ll discuss this some more later.”

            Susan got out and headed for the door while Steve got out and went around to pick his little niece up and carry her. 

            “I gotta pee,” Mariela whispered to him.

            “Honey, don’t let your auntie hear you say it like that.  You’re not a little baby eight year old anymore.  You can tell me you gotta go without spelling it out, sweetheart.”

            “Sorry, Uncle.”

            “I’m sorry, but I think your auntie is going there, first, so you’ll just have to wait, or if you are already wetting your diaper, just tell me.”

            He felt her bottom anyway as he carried her.

            Mariela blushed.  She could tell he sort of wanted her to have an accident.  She didn’t know why she knew that’s what he wanted, but maybe it was because he kept asking her if she was wet, and now, he was trying to feel her pants to see if she was wet at all.

            She decided to purposefully accidentally leak a little bit against his hand as he was feeling for wetness.

            Uncle Steve carried her to the living room, his hand still rubbing her bottom and he was whispering to her that she was a good little girl that never wets on purpose, but it’s okay if she wets on accident.

            She sprayed on his hand a little bit, and when she thought it went enough to get his hand wet, she tried to turn it off, only it wouldn’t turn off.  She kept peeing….

            Mariela sniffled and brought her thumb to her mouth as she tried to close her legs but they were separated around Uncle’s body as he carried her.  He felt her wet a little, she was sure of it.  Then she wet more and more, and she was sure she was getting him wet, but he just rocked her as she continued to leak in her pants.

            After what seemed like forever, the spraying that was turning itself on and off against her will, finally stopped, and she was soaked.  She knew he had to be soaked, and there was not only a trail of dribbles from the dining area to the living room, but also a puddle where he had started to rock her.  she was staring to cry around her thumb.

            “Oh, baby.  I knew you were trying to hold it in the car,” Steve told her.  “It’s okay.  It was just an accident, baby.”

            Susan soon came out and saw her crying, and she looked at her wet niece, the drizzling trail to where Uncle was rocking her, and the lake under them, and she sighed shaking her head.  Her niece had wet her pants.  Mariela hoped she believed it was on accident.

            “We need to clean her up anyway,” Susan told Steve.  “I’m not really sure she had gotten all the way through school dry.”

            “What do you mean?” Steve asked her.

            “Well, there was no evidence that she had peed, but when she and her friend came up to ask me if she could go shopping with her family, I thought one of them smelled like they peed their pants.  I hoped it was the other girl, but….”

            Steve nodded.  “That would be wishful thinking.  Surely, not that many girls have the same developmental issues that our little Mariela has.”

            “You’re right.”

            Susan reached her hand up to Mariela’s back, and she patted her.

            “Tell auntie the truth.  Did you wet at school?”

            “No?” Mariela pleaded.  “Honest.  I didn’t.”

            “One of you smelled like you peed, honey.  If it wasn’t you, then you are accusing your friend of wetting her pants.  Did your friend wet her pants?”

            “No,” Mariela frowned.

            “Honey, it was either you or her….”

            “Maybe it was me,” Mariela said.  “But I didn’t feel it come out.  Honest.  I didn’t wet on purpose.  Please, believe me.  I’d never wet in front of everyone on purpose.  And… I didn’t feel wet when I used the toilet at lunch time.”

            “It’s okay,” Auntie said patting her back.  “But we better give you a bath, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            Mariela was certain she had not peed at school though.  She hoped her auntie was just making it up, playing games about what they expected from Mariela.  She couldn’t imagine her friend peeing her pants.

            Steve took Mariela to the bathroom, and he put her in the bath, and then sitting down to wash the poor little twenty-three year old, he spoke in a soothing voice.

            “It’s okay, baby.  We know it was an accident in the car,” he told her.  “Or well, more like in the living room, really, huh?  But we know you didn’t mean to.  I know you were trying to hold it in the car, and I didn’t know you wet at school.  I kept asking you because you smelled like you might have wet.”

            Mariela’s face colored a little at that.  She was sure her pants were dry when she came out to see her mom, and didn’t remember leaking at school at all.  Maybe she did, and didn’t notice?  Maybe?

            “Anyway, sweetheart, we’ve decided to let you see your friend and go shopping with her, but I’m going to talk your aunt into letting you wear pullups and a pad in them while you are out.  That way, if you are still scared of public potties, because of how mean people used to be to you about it, it won’t be your fault if you wet.  You know the rule if you are wearing a diaper, don’t you?”

            “I’m not going to take it off by myself, and I have to ask someone I trust that is older than a kid to help me with it.”

            “That’s a good girl.  We’ll tell the mother that you have issues and explain everything, so if you feel a little bit afraid of her looking at you, you can just come home wet, but if you want, I’ll let you let her help you if you need to change your pullup baby.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “No potty, though.  You may as well just hold it until you get home or you wet your pants because I don’t see you wanting to use the public potty anyway, so there is no reason to put that kind of stress on you to try to force you.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “You’re a good little girl,” he rubbed her back.

            Mariela settled in the bath and let her uncle wash her like he always did when she was upset at wetting her pants.

            When Susan came into the bathroom after cleaning up the messes in the other rooms, Steve, still washing her back, turned his head towards her.

            “I just gave her permission to go see her friend tomorrow,” he told Susan.  “But we’re going to go ahead and put her in pull up because she’s still too nervous of public potties, and we don’t want to stress not only Mariela out, but also the girl’s mom that will be watching her.”

            Susan nodded agreeing.

            “Do you want to call Mariela’s friend?” he asked Susan.

            “Well, I have to get her number from Mariela.  Mariela wrote it down on one of her school things in her bag.”

            “Well, you can just dig it….”

            “No,” Susan told him.  “I don’t want Mariela just digging through my things unless I give her permission, and the way we teach her to respect other people’s belongings, is to respect hers.”

            “Oh, I guess I never thought of it like that,” Steve frowned.  “I’m sorry.”

            “Well, once you are done cleaning her up, before you take her down for story time, she and I can call her friend.”

            Steve nodded.

            “I’ll go start dinner now, so you can give her an earlier story night.  It won’t due if she is tired in the morning when her friend comes to pick her up.”

            “You’re right.”

            Before the little princess knew it, she was already in a night diaper, down at the dinner table finishing her dinner, and her aunt was already asking her for the phone number for her friend.

            Mariela went through her bag until she found her school rule book and showed the back cover to her aunt.

            “Hello?” Aunt Susan spoke into the phone.

            “Hello,” Jenna seemed to have answered, because then there was a long pause, and then Aunt Susan said “Hello” again.

            “I know the kids made a very short notice plan on us,” Susan said to the other woman….”

            Susan frowned as the woman responded. 

            “Oh, I see,” Susan said.  “So I guess the kids were not really at fault this time, then?”

            Mariela tried to pick up more cues.

            “Yeah, I’ll have little Mariela ready to go at nine, but I’d like to talk to you a few minutes before you just take off with her.  You’ll understand after our talk, but it’s really something that shouldn’t be discussed on the phone.”

            Mariela knew what Susan wanted to talk to her about.  She was going to likely to tell her to expect Mariela to pee her pants, and that she was going to wear a diaper.  Oh well….  Even if Jenna finds out, there is not a lot she can do about it.

            Uncle Steve took the little girl down to the story area after that, and getting her settled on his lap with a bottle of cola in her hands, of course they’d make her wet the bed tonight.  That was a main part of the idea of who their niece was.  Their niece would always wet the bed….  Anyway, with her bottle already in her hands, Uncle reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and kissing his little baby niece on the side of the head, he whispered to her.

            “Don’t tell Auntie how much,” he told her.  “Don’t lie.  Just don’t tell her a number.  She knows I was going to give you some spending money, baby.”

            Mariela nodded.

            Then, he gave her thirty dollars.

            “Pick out something you want, and there should be enough to get you lunch besides, okay?”

            Mariela smiled and nodded.

          She pulled the bottle out of her mouth to ask, “What about the change?”

            “You shouldn’t have any change,” he told her.  “But if you do, I don’t want to know about it.  Use it at school or whatever as you like.”

            Mariela nodded.

            “Are you still doing a story tomorrow night?” Mariela asked.

            “Oh course, baby.  And yes, I still expect you to be here for it.  If you are too tired to play a cute character, I won’t force you to play a character, I want my little niece in my lap while we are doing this.  You need to be seen as a regular part of the group.”

            Mariela frowned.  There was no way she’d feel comfortable leaving these people.  They already had her going to middle school and making connections, they had her involved with his newly made Saturday story group, and from the previous Sunday, she was already accepted into the young women’s church group as well.  How could she go back to the streets with no connections, no friends, no one to care about her, with everything that was going on now?

            Once she had stuffed her money in a secret cubby in her story area, and she had climbed back on Uncle’s lap, Uncle gave her a light story, one that she really liked, and before she knew it, she was sleeping in his arms like almost every night this last week.

            “Did you put the stuff in her bottle?” she thought she heard voice from far off.  Her eyes only saw darkness though and her body was completely relaxed.

            “Yes, honey, I made sure to give her enough to keep her asleep until she is awakened, and I also gave her that other one this time.”

            “The directions say she’ll have to go within an hour, right?”

            “That’s what they said,” the other voice echoed into the darkness and the voices seemed a little further away.

            Then there was silence.

            Again, the girl thought she heard something from very far away.  Was it a school bell?  Wait, was she sitting in a classroom, having fallen asleep, and having… gross!  She felt under her bottom.  Did she really?  At school?  No!

            But then it all went black again, and the girl became immune to the sounds and visions of this world.

            “Wake up,” Susan shook her little niece trying to wake her.

            Mariela finally woke up, and her eyes still a little out of focus, tried to look up into her aunt’s face wondering why her aunt was panicking.

            “Honey, we set your alarm.  Didn’t you hear it?”

            Mariela looked down at her alarm.  There was a note on it like last Saturday.

            Baby Mariela,

            Watch Cartoons until eight, and then wake auntie for your morning bath.  Your friend will be here at nine.

            Love Auntie.

            Mariela looked up at Susan.  “What time?”

            “It’s almost nine, honey, and you haven’t even had a bath yet.  Come on, get out of your bed!”

            The doorbell chimed.

            “Oh no!” Auntie groaned.  “Steve!  Get the door?”

            Auntie pulled the blankets away from Mariela, and then, Mariela felt something off.  She was used to a wet diaper, but this was… this was not pee.  It was not her period either.  It felt a lot grosser.

            Auntie helped her out of bed, and her diaper sagged down, pulling some of the sippery slime down with it from her bottom.

            “You pooped your pants?” her aunt asked her without even taking off her pajama bottoms.

            Mariela just looked down at the floor.  She felt really gross.

            “This is bad, honey.  Your friend is here, and you are an absolute mess.”

            The aunt walked her little niece towards the bedroom door, but Mariela heard people walking up the stairs.  They would be between her and the bathroom before she was out of her room.  She froze.

            “What?” Auntie asked her.  “Don’t tell me you are peeing again?”

            Mariela put her thumb in her mouth shrugging.  Did it matter if she was peeing her pants?  She was already really gross.

            Susan sighed and walked out of the room without her, and she heard her mom talking to the other people.

            “Steve, why’d you let them up here?”

            “Jenna, the little friend, wants to use the toilet.”

            “Oh no,” Susan frowned and looked down.

            “What’s wrong?” Jenna’s mom asked.

            “The bathroom is right over there,” she heard Steve tell the friend.

            Before Mariela registered what was going on, Susan led the other woman right into her room, where she stood next to the door in her messy pajamas, some of the poop had leaked out the leg area and she knew it was in her pajamas.

            “You need to know,” Susan sighed.  “I was going to tell you about her anyway today before you left, but I didn’t expect all of us to oversleep, either.”

            “Did your little niece…?”

            “Yeah, she pooped her pants.  I think it was in her sleep, but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to ask in case it wasn’t.  She’s already really upset.”

            “Okay,” the other woman frowned.

            Steve came in the bedroom and he looked down at Mariela, and he frowned.

            “You had a bad one this time, huh, baby?”

            Mariela looked at the floor, tears in her eyes, and her thumb in her mouth.

            “Let’s go to the kitchen,” Susan told the woman.  “I’ll explain everything to you.  Mariela is used to Steve taking care of her, so he can get her cleaned up after your daughter is out of the bathroom.”

            The woman frowned when she heard that Mariela was used to Steve taking care of her.

            “Look, I know what you might be thinking,” Susan told her.  “But Mariela….” And they continued their talk while they were walking away.  Steve waited in the bedroom with his little twenty three year old poopy pants little niece.

            There was a knock at her door.

            “Come in,” Steve said, and so Jenna opened the door.  The girl looked Mariela up and down, and then realized she had pooped her pants.

            She walked in, and looking down, she whispered.

            “An accident?”

            Mariela nodded, tears running down her face.

            “Well, you are going to clean up before we go, right?”

            Mariela looked up at Steve.

            “Of course she is,” he told Jenna.  “Go down and wait with your mom, okay?  Her Aunt Susan is explaining everything about little Mariela.  And I know Mariela would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell people at school about finding her like this.”

            “I won’t,” Jenna blushed and looked down.  She mumbled.

            “I peed the bed this morning, too, so if you don’t tell everyone about me, I won’t tell about you, okay?”

            Mariela nodded.

            Steve picked Mariela up in his arms, and he pointed the little friend out the door and down the stairs while he took the baby Mariela into the bathroom to clean up.

            “Jenna didn’t really pee her pants last night,” Mariela told Steve.

            “Why would she lie about that?”

            “I don’t know, but she didn’t,” Mariela said to him trying to sound wise.

            “Well, I know why she’d lie about it,” he touched her nose as he put her down to run some water in the tub.  “She was trying to make you feel better.  She was trying to make you feel like you had something on her if she told your school about this, so you would know she wouldn’t.”

            Mariela looked down trying to pick apart whether that could be true.

[StoneRiver76]

Something is kind of off with this story, so I guess that's why not as many people are commenting on it.  Maybe I should just... well, I have an idea or concept, but I don't think it is really working.... 

The Title also probably doesn't really fit with the story.  So... sorry if you were following this, but I think I'm going to rewrite it, or possibly even make two different stories, one about going the maid direction and one going a little closer in line to this story line, but tweaking it a bit.

[Disk]

It's not bad, I do think the title is abit off. Personally I don't fancy the maid concept l, but i know im of the norm. I like the idea of another story in line with this, I do wish mariela and aunt Susan where closer and that there was more physical affection from both caregivers and more unprompted affection from Mariela, hugs and the such.

[Jayme]

The title can be a bit confusing, but the story is rather interesting the way it is. Please continue writing, it's the only way to get better.