Changes for Morgan and Michaela

[Shy-Diapers]

Twenty three year old Michaela Schick was driving home from the grocery store when she hit her third consecutive red light. She groaned to herself and tried to take a deep breath to avoid getting too worked up. She always hated driving, but sometimes it was a necessity. Today she had decided to her partner relax and go to the grocery store alone. Usually they went shopping together, but Michaela wanted to let Morgan, her long term partner, relax after a long day at work and decided to do it herself. Despite having multiple disabilities and health conditions that made her somewhat reliant on her partner sometimes, Michaela was fiercely independent and strong willed. While she sat in traffic though she was wondering if she had made the right decision. Because today had been a bad day as far as her pain and fatigue went, her fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome flaring up pretty badly, she had been using her wheelchair while at the store. Usually using any one of her various mobility aids was no problem, but when the weather was hot and Michaela had been trying to stay hydrated she had needed to use the bathroom by the time she got to the store. Again, this was usually no problem, since she had been an ambulatory mobility aid user for almost two years now, but today it had been an issue. Today of all days the bathrooms were out of order, leaving the young woman with no choice but to suck it up and hold it until she got home. 

By the time she was finally able to continue moving through traffic again, she was desperate to use the bathroom. The typical hour and a half trip had turned into three hours due to traffic and short staffing. When she pulled into the driveway of the one story house she shared with her partner, she bolted inside and to the bathroom, forgoing her mobility aid and the groceries for the time being. 
 

“Hi honey! Sorry!” Michaela said as she hurried past Morgan on her way to their master bathroom connected to their bedroom. Relieved to have made it home, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear to sit on the toilet. Her relief quickly turned to frustration and embarrassment when she looked down and saw that her underwear were noticeably wet. “Damnit.” She mumbled under her breath. Having never had any continence issues, this accident though minor as it was, was very embarrassing. Being disabled and looking more like a fourteen or fifteen year old, Michaela didn’t need something else making her seem childish. 
 

Taking a deep breath and blinking away the forming tears in her eyes, she finished up and pulled her underwear back up with a grimace. She’d have to change her underwear as soon as she could without Morgan finding out. Her loving partner already helped her with her disabilities and worried for her health, Michaela didn’t need to add to her plate. 
 

She took one last deep breath before heading back out of the bathroom, hoping her blushing wasn’t noticeable. “Hey sweetie, I still have to carry the groceries in.” She said after a quick kiss to Morgan’s cheek, heading out to the car. 

[BellaCiao]

Morgan had been lazily browsing YouTube when Michaela came in. She wanted to relax a bit more after work but knowing Michaela was out shopping by herself made her uneasy. Her girlfriend's symptoms had been rough over the past few days. Normally she liked to go out with her girlfriend just in case and in the spirit of that she kept her phone close in case a call did come in.

It made her feel bad because on the one hand she knew Michaela was absolutely capable of the tasks she'd chosen but after over a year of being together Morgan also knew just how quickly things could come on sometimes. She was torn between wanting to respect her girlfriend's abilities and the desire to text her to make sure everything was OK.

Michaela came inside in a rush, quicker than Morgan would have anticipated, and headed straight for the bathroom. Morgan wasn't surprised, it could be tough finding facilities sometimes that could accommodate a wheelchair. Morgan closed up her laptop and headed outside to start bringing stuff in even before Michaela was out of the bathroom. On her second trip back in she nearly ran into Michaela coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey there hon," Morgan accepted the kiss on the cheek and returned it in kind. "I already got a head start. How was the day out?"

[Shy-Diapers]

Michaela felt her cheeks redden a bit as she nearly bumped into her girlfriend. Logically she knew that Morgan had no way of knowing what happened, but she still felt embarrassed and childish. “It was fine.” She started, bringing in the last of the grocery bags, deciding to leave her chair in the car since she was able to maneuver around the house just fine without it. “Traffic was horrendous though. So much for a quick trip there and back.” She made quick work of putting away the groceries in the fridge and pantry while they talked. 

“I’m going to change into something more comfortable!” She said quickly once the groceries were put away. Wanting to get out of her wet panties as soon as possible, she hurried off to their bedroom and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a Tshirt, along with a fresh pair of underwear once she was sure Morgan wasn’t watching. She hung her skirt up in the closet before putting her top and bra back in their appropriate dresser drawers, hiding her wet underwear under some other dirty clothes in the hamper for good measure. 

“So, what do we want to do for the rest of the night?” She asked cheerfully as she wrapped her partner into a hug, feeling much more comfortable now that she was dry. “I can start on dinner if you’re getting hungry.” Even on days where her symptoms were worse, Michaela always tried to do at least something around the house. She knew that Morgan was more than happy to take over household responsibilities when Michaela needed, but it didn’t stop her from being fiercely stubborn and independent, often too much for her own good. Though the couple got along well this was an occasional point of argument, Morgan wanting to look out for Michaela’s health and well-being, and Michaela wanting to let them relax and make extra sure she was pulling her weight, even if it was detrimental to her health.