The Girl Who Wanted to Wear Diapers (Ch. 42- 02/19/25)

[randonmf]

4 minutes ago, Salsa said:

Yeah I didn't even bat an eye when this was first set up a few chapters ago. I thought, "Maddy is gonna be in a cabin with other bedwetters. I met it'll be like... four." But eight is a LOT and the way the counselors are so casual about it is really throwing me off. Maybe it's because everything up until this point as been so believable, but it really does come off as incredibly realistic. Maybe it's just me, but I am certain most people reading over my last comment could agree this entire situation would almost certainly never, ever happen. 

I went to camp exactly once in middle school which was also a specific sports camp (this was going into 8th grade so i would have been the same age as maddy)

My mom never told the camp that I wet the bed, and I managed it discreetly. My neighbor also went to the camp the same weekend as me (we planned this on purpose), and they still don’t know that I was a bedwetter. Thinking about it, we were also bunk mates which increases the likelihood of them finding out but they didn’t. 🤷 

I also agree that an entire cabin for bedwetters doesn’t seem likely and is only something I’ve seen in ABDL stories  

Kids 12+ who wet the bed is 2%, having 8 girls who do it (boys are more likely to do so also) just doesn’t seem plausible. Especially if we take into account that a lot of kids don’t want to go to camp if they wet the bed. 

I do really like this author tho regardless 

[A_Pale_Spirit]

30 minutes ago, WBDaddy said:

I will simply answer this by saying that I once wrote a story (called "Daddy's Dilemma" for those curious, available here on this site) with the expressed intent of demonstrating as realistic a story as I could possibly imagine.  And it still failed to pass muster, so much so that the sexist assholes who perved the site I originally posted it on reported it.  Mainly because it was a father and daughter story, granted.  

There has to be a level of suspension of disbelief with any of these stories.  Did the author break you out of your suspension of disbelief?  Or did your prior experiences?  That's the question you have to ask yourself.  Because it's really not all that much of a stretch that there was a bedwetter cabin.  You admitted as much yourself.  The population of that cabin is what you're taking issue with here.  

Agreed that I didn't think it was unusual or unrealistic that there'd be a cabin for bedwetters.

I never was a counselor at an overnight camp nor ever went to an overnight camp but it logically made sense to me that there would be a cabin for those who had that problem.

Also with 8 girls out of 500, that's 1.6%, which is not an unusually high amount of bedwetters in that age group. I think the most commonly mentioned statistics state around 5% of kids still wet their bed at 10, and that number drops to around 1% at 15, and even though boys are twice as likely to bedwet and it's an all girl's camp, that 1.6% number in this story still seems logical with girls who were between 11-13.

Even the one movie I can think of which references bedwetting at a sleepaway camp (Bless the Beasts and the Children) has a separate cabin for the kids who wet the bed (though in that movie, it's all the outcasts of the camp who end up in that cabin, not just bedwetters).

 

2 minutes ago, randonmf said:

I also agree that an entire cabin for bedwetters doesn’t seem likely and is only something I’ve seen in ABDL stories  

Definitely not just in those stories. Like I mentioned above, the movie "Bless the Beasts and the Children" has a cabin like that.

[zzzz50]

Changing the subject, I wonder if Hannah is inquiring about a friend because she needs assistance with changes or diapering? It was a bit strange that she was bringing this up so quickly.

[AB_DeLane]

 Thanks for all the comments. I'm admittedly a bit amused by the discussion on how many bedwetters should statistically be at a camp for it to be realistic. But more on that later.

22 hours ago, Night Rain said:

I'd like to see Maddy actually become Hannah's friend over time instead of seeing her pretend to be one.

That would certainly be ideal, probably both for Maddy and Hannah. We'll have to see if Maddy is able to recognize that though.

21 hours ago, spark said:

She is acting like an in-coming 8th grader.  She is ashamed to be friends, and scared that Hannah will let her secret be known.

Yep, Maddy certainly shouldn't be treating Hannah that way, but it is understandable why.

21 hours ago, BabySofia said:

I thought this was a likely outcome of things here. Curious if Hannah manages any discretion here, somehow I expect her to blurt things out at the worst possible time. 

I'm also curious if Maddy has a few more genuine accidents during the week. It'll look suspicious to her parents if she has none I would think.

17 hours ago, spark said:

Hannah doesn't seem to have much discretion.  

Nope, that was something I definitely wanted to make clear in that chapter.

17 hours ago, spark said:

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I think you have to play loose with the timeline in a story like this.   In the story I'm writing, they got an appointment with in a week, and then a battery of test the next week.  A few years ago, I had a brain scare after an MRI, and it took more than a week to see all the specialist I needed to see.   PS- it wasn't a tumor.  The kid wouldn't see a doctor for a month.

FTR- I just scheduled the meeting for a kid with AP (assessment plan) signed in August, but I think the process started in May.   However- from the kid's standpoint, he didn't know he was getting tested for anything until I told him (the kid is 15, he needs to be told).   That was 3 weeks ago, and I started testing him right away.  In his mind, things happened fast. 

As long as you don't throw her into an self-contained classroom on the 1st day of 8th grade, your timeline should be fine.  

Yeah, in my first story, I tried to actually have everything line-up in-universe with a calendar. Then I realized no one was really paying that close attention (I threw in an extra week or two between Thankgiving and Christmas, for example). Unless it is critical to the plot, I think it's OK to be loose with some timing of events.

7 hours ago, Salsa said:

Hmmmmm. So I've always appreciated this author's dedication to realism. However, for the past 10+ years I actually have worked on and off in summer camps and related environments. The idea of an entire camp cabin filled to the brim with bedwetters like this leans a bit more diaper story fantasy to me than something that would actually happen.

The idea of there being eight bedwetters ages 11-13 at this camp is already a lot. How many kids are at this camp? Like 500? The fact that this is a specialty, girls-only soccer camp that runs only 1 week strikes makes the number seem extra high. I know statistically it might make sense for there to be this many at once, but statistics aren't always the case. I've worked at camps for entire summers before that have gone without a single reported accident, and I've worked with even younger kids during the school year where we had exactly one accident all year. 

And keep in mind I am more likely to notice these kinds of things compared to my coworkers. I've never seen a single kid wearing a Goodnite to sleepaway camp, I can't imagine having enough to fill a cabin. But maybe I didn't notice because most kids get ready for bed privately and would only put protection on right before bed and remove it first thing in the morning. In that case, I wouldn't be made aware since it was none of my business. This makes the "Cabin B" thing really weird. Are we to assume all of the adults here are aware of why campers were placed in this particular cabin?

Another thing, we would only be able to put all of the bedwetters in one cabin if the parents actually told us their kid was a bedwetter. In my experience, you cannot expect parents to tell a camp everything they should probably know. We ask our parents to fill out a form and it's up to them how much, if any, information they want to give. We've had kids show up with very obvious cases of ADHD and autism that we were not explicitly made aware of. I had a kid disappear for over a week once to recover from bladder surgery to fix an ongoing issue we never knew about. I even had a kid who I am 100% certain was wearing some kind of protection full-time during the day and yet his parents didn't tell us a thing about it.

So I find it way more likely that a camp like this might have one or two bedwetters and the camp might only know about one of them. Especially when you consider how easy it is for a middle school aged to discretely manage their bedwetting. There isn't even a real benefit to sticking them all in one cabin.

I don't know. This is still just fiction and maybe I am overthinking it. For all I know the author has taken liberties with the therapy and doctor sessions and I wouldn't know cus I'm not a urologist. But considering we spent two whole chapters setting up this camp and introducing seven other cabin-mates, it can be assumed that we're going to spend the next 10-20+ chapters at this camp and overall the premise of this arc feels way less believable than the previous 39 chapters combined.

Appreciate your comment. A few things:

The main reason for the camp setting is that I very much needed to have Maddy spend time alone with Hannah without any of their friends/family present and for Maddy to be in a situation where it would be completely impossible for her to avoid having Hannah discover her bedwetting. 

Going to camp together made the most sense for that, which is why I made sure to showcase Hannah's interest in soccer as well when Maddy first met her.

As far as realism goes, I view realism as a question of whether something is feasibly possible, not whether it is the most likely scenario. After all, most people don't wear diapers in the first place (whether because of medical conditions or a desire to do so).

As for the number of bedwetters at a camp... Assuming that 1-2 percent of girls her age are bedwetters (which is the range that seems to come up most when I look up the stats for that age), 8 bedwetters out of a camp of several hundred girls is statistically likely.

Variance and small sample sizes are something that has to be taken into consideration for stats. If 2 percent of girls that age are bedwetters and you have 300 kids, 6 bedwetters is the average number that would be expected, but in taking to account the variance you would see in that small of a smaple size, it wouldn't be statistically unlikely to have anywhere from 0 to 12 bedwetters at Maddy's camp.

Both four bedwetters and eight bedwetters would be completely reasonable amounts of bedwetters in a sample size of 300 girls assuming 2 percent are bedwetters.

Lastly, we'll probably be spending another three chapters at camp, not 20. I could probably find a way to write twenty, but that wouldn't be good pacing for a story isn't even halfway done yet. Three more will cover the main things that need to happen between Maddy and Hannah before they both return home.

1 hour ago, WBDaddy said:

I will simply answer this by saying that I once wrote a story (called "Daddy's Dilemma" for those curious, available here on this site) with the expressed intent of demonstrating as realistic a story as I could possibly imagine.  And it still failed to pass muster, so much so that the sexist assholes who perved the site I originally posted it on reported it.  Mainly because it was a father and daughter story, granted.  

There has to be a level of suspension of disbelief with any of these stories.  Did the author break you out of your suspension of disbelief?  Or did your prior experiences?  That's the question you have to ask yourself.  Because it's really not all that much of a stretch that there was a bedwetter cabin.  You admitted as much yourself.  The population of that cabin is what you're taking issue with here.  

For sure, the very premise of a character wearing diapers (either by choice or a medical condition) is inherently unlikely, that doesn't mean that you can't write a realistic story working out of those circumstances though.

51 minutes ago, Salsa said:

Yeah I didn't even bat an eye when this was first set up a few chapters ago. I thought, "Maddy is gonna be in a cabin with other bedwetters. I met it'll be like... four." But eight is a LOT and the way the counselors are so casual about it is really throwing me off. Maybe it's because everything up until this point as been so believable, but it really does come off as incredibly realistic. Maybe it's just me, but I am certain most people reading over my last comment could agree this entire situation would almost certainly never, ever happen. 

37 minutes ago, randonmf said:

I went to camp exactly once in middle school which was also a specific sports camp (this was going into 8th grade so i would have been the same age as maddy)

My mom never told the camp that I wet the bed, and I managed it discreetly. My neighbor also went to the camp the same weekend as me (we planned this on purpose), and they still don’t know that I was a bedwetter. Thinking about it, we were also bunk mates which increases the likelihood of them finding out but they didn’t. 🤷 

I also agree that an entire cabin for bedwetters doesn’t seem likely and is only something I’ve seen in ABDL stories  

Kids 12+ who wet the bed is 2%, having 8 girls who do it (boys are more likely to do so also) just doesn’t seem plausible. Especially if we take into account that a lot of kids don’t want to go to camp if they wet the bed. 

I do really like this author tho regardless 

Like I mentioned above, the different between four and eight isn't statistically significant. Is it perhaps less likely? Maybe, but it would be well with the expected range given the percent of kids that age that wet the bed.

As for being in the same cabin, I'll admit that my first overnight camp experience was when I was 17 (and I never was a bedwetter).

But I don't think it is unreasonable to assume that a camp could inquire about whether the campers wet the bed and that a camp might then group them together to avoid bullying.

For me the question isn't: Is this how most camps operate, but is it unreasonable to envision a camp that is behaving like the one Maddy is in? For me, the answer that is no.

37 minutes ago, A_Pale_Spirit said:

Agreed that I didn't think it was unusual or unrealistic that there'd be a cabin for bedwetters.

I never was a counselor at an overnight camp nor ever went to an overnight camp but it logically made sense to me that there would be a cabin for those who had that problem.

Also with 8 girls out of 500, that's 1.6%, which is not an unusually high amount of bedwetters in that age group. I think the most commonly mentioned statistics state around 5% of kids still wet their bed at 10, and that number drops to around 1% at 15, and even though boys are twice as likely to bedwet and it's an all girl's camp, that 1.6% number in this story still seems logical with girls who were between 11-13.

Even the one movie I can think of which references bedwetting at a sleepaway camp (Bless the Beasts and the Children) has a separate cabin for the kids who wet the bed (though in that movie, it's all the outcasts of the camp who end up in that cabin, not just bedwetters).

 

Definitely not just in those stories. Like I mentioned above, the movie "Bless the Beasts and the Children" has a cabin like that.

Yep, regardless of the exact number of girls and the exact percent who wet the bed at the age, a small fraction of them being bedwetters would be expected. Now, if I had a cabin of 40+ bedwetters, that would probably be stretching things too far in my mind, unless it was specifically a camp geared toweard bedwetters. (and though that is probably a thing that actually exists in real life, that is probably too much of an ABDL trope for me to want to dig into).

27 minutes ago, zzzz50 said:

Changing the subject, I wonder if Hannah is inquiring about a friend because she needs assistance with changes or diapering? It was a bit strange that she was bringing this up so quickly.

That's a good question and something we'll get an answer to in later chapters.

[Night Rain]

On 10/2/2024 at 5:06 PM, spark said:

She is acting like an in-coming 8th grader.  She is ashamed to be friends, and scared that Hannah will let her secret be known.

I'd be scared too if I was Maddy but I still think Hannah could use a real friend and not have everyone upset or hating her all the time.

[randonmf]

2 hours ago, Night Rain said:

I'd be scared too if I was Maddy but I still think Hannah could use a real friend and not have everyone upset or hating her all the time.

I remember in middle school (I was in something kinda similar to a boarding school), there was this girl who had level 2 autism. I feel really bad about it now but we ripped her to shreds.

 She used to have really loud meltdowns where should would bang her head till she bled and would scream bloody murder 4-5 times a day (9/16 kids were somewhere on the spectrum so a bunch of people had noise related sensory issues and it would cause a literal domino effect when it came to meltdowns). I know it’s not her fault, but being in a small place and listening to screaming for multiple hours every single day for weeks was not the most enjoyable experience in my life..

lm not entirely sure if we all were scared of her or annoyed, but iirc no one was really friends with her 😭

We all thought she was strange, annoying, and (because of another instance) inconsiderate. It was kinda similar to Maddy’s reaction to Hannah. I just don’t think we had ever met someone similar so we didn’t really know how to react, and it came out with being mean and bordering on bullying.. i guess. 

[spark]

1 hour ago, Night Rain said:

I'd be scared too if I was Maddy but I still think Hannah could use a real friend and not have everyone upset or hating her all the time.

The notion that children who have disabilities (the lack of a label is intentional) are relentlessly bullied by peers who make their lives miserable is extremely.   Students with IEPs are routinely made easy target and the ones that have the most to lose who usually are the worse.

The problem is exposure.  The students with an IEP typically find each other, and they know people with more severe issues.  In most cases (not all), they are good with the kids like Hannah.    The problem is when they get in groups, because 8th graders 1 on 1 are normally wonderful people.   They just are in peak a-hole form when they're in groups.   they're terrible to  each other, and awful to other people.

 

As for the hub-bub of the bedwetter cabin at Maddy's camp.  We know there are camps that cater to children who wet the bed.  This isn't, but it's not inconceivable for soccer camp to provide resources to support bedwetters.  If the camp has a cabin B, that mean's they'll be preferred by bedwetters.  They % of bedwetting children becomes much higher than a random sample.   

7 minutes ago, randonmf said:

I remember in middle school (I was in something kinda similar to a boarding school), there was this girl who had level 2 autism. I feel really bad about it now but we ripped her to shreds.

 She used to have really loud meltdowns where should would bang her head till she bled and would scream bloody murder 4-5 times a day (9/16 kids were somewhere on the spectrum so a bunch of people had noise related sensory issues and it would cause a literal domino effect when it came to meltdowns). I know it’s not her fault, but being in a small place and listening to screaming for multiple hours every single day for weeks was not the most enjoyable experience in my life..

lm not entirely sure if we all were scared of her or annoyed, but iirc no one was really friends with her 😭

We all thought she was strange, annoying, and (because of another instance) inconsiderate. It was kinda similar to Maddy’s reaction to Hannah. I just don’t think we had ever met someone similar so we didn’t really know how to react, and it came out with being mean and bordering on bullying.. i guess. 

We had a kid on our school bus during high school who had HFA (High functioning autism).  I don't know if he was diagnosed, but he was.   Those who actually got know him realized that he was a good guy.  Unfortunately, we were f-ing a-holes to the kid.   We weren't just mean.  We tried hard to make his ride miserable.   It was bad

Fortunately, he had a group of friends who liked him, and we stopped being such pricks on the bus.  It wasn't like we were friends, because they only words I ever said to him was when I was being a ----, but we tolerated each others proximity.

 

Maddy is in a tough spot here.  Hannah doesn't know how to act with friends and can't read social cues.  Maddy doesn't know how to do that either, but she can mask her cues by reading off her friends, and she knows they don't like Hannah.

[Jayme]

5 hours ago, spark said:

The problem is when they get in groups, because 8th graders 1 on 1 are normally wonderful people.   They just are in peak a-hole form when they're in groups.   they're terrible to  each other, and awful to other people.

This describes herd or mob mentality perfectly. 1 charismatic person is all it takes to basically incite a riot... the "strong" can pick on the "weak" if the wrong person is followed by enough people. (I know from first-hand experience). It takes just 1 liked jackwagon to turn almost everyone against anyone.

Maddy just might be able to see Hannah in a different light once she gest to know her but we will get to see what happens in the next chapters, so I'll hold my thoughts until I can get more information.

 

Thank you for sharing this story with us here, I appreciate the time you have taken to set the stage here.

[CampersPampers1]

This story is definitely in my top 5 all time. The author is doing fine work, and being very considerate responding to many of your comments. I know that when I was writing stories of this size I would get fed up with people telling me where the story should go and what I should have written, so when my story site closed down, I have been reluctant to republish. I hope the author enjoys what they are doing, and continues for a long time to come. It's hard work!

[Lost Little Neppy]

I ended up taking a break from this story, ultimately because it was more on the DL side of things than AB. But I'm glad I got back in, because Hannah is saving this story for me. I love her! Still not big on Maddy, or on Emma. Angie is okay, I guess. Grace is cool, and the parents are pretty cool, too.

I keep thinking back to Grace getting spanked by her parents, and it makes me think if Maddy will slip up and end up getting one as well. So far, she's not overly friendly to Hannah, but I bet her parents will push her in the right direction, or at least encourage her to do so.

[AB_DeLane]

On 10/3/2024 at 9:29 PM, Night Rain said:

I'd be scared too if I was Maddy but I still think Hannah could use a real friend and not have everyone upset or hating her all the time.

Hannah certainly could use a friend, but that probably also renders her susceptive to whatever Maddy is planning.

On 10/4/2024 at 5:13 AM, Jayme said:

This describes herd or mob mentality perfectly. 1 charismatic person is all it takes to basically incite a riot... the "strong" can pick on the "weak" if the wrong person is followed by enough people. (I know from first-hand experience). It takes just 1 liked jackwagon to turn almost everyone against anyone.

Maddy just might be able to see Hannah in a different light once she gest to know her but we will get to see what happens in the next chapters, so I'll hold my thoughts until I can get more information.

 

Thank you for sharing this story with us here, I appreciate the time you have taken to set the stage here.

You're welcome! Glad you are enjoying it. 

On 10/5/2024 at 2:14 PM, CampersPampers1 said:

This story is definitely in my top 5 all time. The author is doing fine work, and being very considerate responding to many of your comments. I know that when I was writing stories of this size I would get fed up with people telling me where the story should go and what I should have written, so when my story site closed down, I have been reluctant to republish. I hope the author enjoys what they are doing, and continues for a long time to come. It's hard work!

Thanks! 

19 hours ago, Lost Little Neppy said:

I ended up taking a break from this story, ultimately because it was more on the DL side of things than AB. But I'm glad I got back in, because Hannah is saving this story for me. I love her! Still not big on Maddy, or on Emma. Angie is okay, I guess. Grace is cool, and the parents are pretty cool, too.

I keep thinking back to Grace getting spanked by her parents, and it makes me think if Maddy will slip up and end up getting one as well. So far, she's not overly friendly to Hannah, but I bet her parents will push her in the right direction, or at least encourage her to do so.

I'm glad you are enjoying it. Hannah will certainly be a larger part of the story going forward (she's moving to the neighborhood sometime later this summer, after all).

[DL64]

I miss this story, will we have a new chapter soon, I'm so eager to read the rest, that these last two weeks have seemed very long to me.

[Zylo1893]

Hope all is well. 

[DiaperStoriesFan]

I made an account just to share how great this story is!

I have read quite a few diaper stories over the years.
And this story easily makes the top 5 for me, thanks a lot for writing it!

I cannot wait to see how it continues

[Gentle Gemma]

Hope all is well! I've been enjoying your story here.

[Windy]

Still love this story, hope it comes back soon! 

[DL64]

Does anyone know what happened to AB_DeLane, he has practically disappeared for two months, he no longer posts anything, does not respond to PMs, and only logs in once every two weeks, and since I really like his story, I am worried that his story will never end like so many others.

[diaperguy85]

2 hours ago, DL64 said:

Does anyone know what happened to AB_DeLane, he has practically disappeared for two months, he no longer posts anything, does not respond to PMs, and only logs in once every two weeks, and since I really like his story, I am worried that his story will never end like so many others.

It's a busy time of year for many people. Back-to-back holidays, possibly birthdays, planning, cleaning, setting up and taking down all sorts of decorations, it can get overwhelming and over taking. Also there could be some private and personal stuff going on, we just don't know. Possibly he's in the midst of a purge cycle, distancing himself from all things diapers (sad, but it happens). Perhaps it's as simple as he doesn't really know what to do next with it. Got a case of writer's block.

I just hope he's doing alright and will come back to this. It is a fun story and I also would like to see it continued and finished some day. I'm sure we'll get an update, but I'm not expecting one until January.

[Allman90]

last time he disappeared for a while it was just lots of work i think

 

probably it is the same thing i have it too right now. just too much work to do anything else

[thedman]

1 hour ago, diaperme2017 said:

Amazon kindle has lot of abdl stories  lots same authors are writing on Amazon vs here lots new interesting stories on there 

 

Including AB_Delane 

What exactly is this post?  Some sort of passive aggressive attempt to get the author to post new content by pointing out that content is available elsewhere?  Literally no comment on the story but this just this random BS babble.

 

I hope I am.not alone in suggesting that you have a cup of STFU

[WBDaddy]

On 1/2/2025 at 1:57 AM, thedman said:

I hope I am.not alone in suggesting that you have a cup of STFU

You're not. 

[AB_DeLane]

The hiatus is over. I'm excited to be continuing Maddy's story! 

Chapter 42: Not Like Them

Pretending to be Hannah’s friend was both difficult and easy.

The easy part was that she hardly left me alone. The difficult part was that she hardly left me alone.

What I needed more than anything was some peace and quiet to be able to organize my thoughts. Too much had happened in the last few hours, from being placed in a cabin with a bunch of actual bedwetters to the discovery that one of those fellow campers was none other than Hannah, the cousin of one of my best friends.

The following several hours proceeded like a blur as my mind vacillated between the hope that I might be able to maintain my secret once I returned home from the soccer camp and despair over whether Hannah would be willing and capable of doing so.

“Are we friends?”

That was the query from Hannah earlier in the day that was the source of both my hope and despair. I had answered in the affirmative, which was the exact opposite of how I felt about her. In truth, I couldn’t stand being around Hannah, though it was hard to put a finger on why exactly that was. Yes, she was annoying and completely oblivious to other’s personal space, but there was just something else that rubbed me the wrong way, though I couldn’t find the words to describe precisely what I was feeling or why I felt that way.

What I did know was this: keeping Hannah on my side was the only way I could extract myself from this mess.

The hours after leaving the cabin passed by at a rapid-fire pace. There was a big gathering of all the campers and counselors, where they went over all the rules and the schedule for the week, a tour of the campgrounds and the sports fields, all followed by a meal in a cafeteria that was only marginally better than the uninspiring goop served in the cafeteria at my middle school back home.

In the few brief moments when I was able to find some time to detach from all the noise and bustle and begin to contemplate my next move, I arrived at a few decisive conclusions.

Quitting bedwetting wasn’t an option. I had worked too hard and had endured too much to let go of my hard-won right to wear pull-ups to bed each night.

Besides, that wouldn’t make any tangible difference to how my friends would react if Hannah spilled the beans about our time in Cabin B.

The only option was to convince Hannah that my secret was not to be shared with anyone else.

I had a week – well, technically, this evening, five whole days, and one morning – to get Hannah over to my side, or I would be done for when her family moved over to my neighborhood later this summer.

“Maddy, Maddy, come on!” Hannah was standing to the side of where I was seated at a long cafeteria table, holding a half-eaten tray of food that had been heavily picked through.

I held back a sigh and attempted to smile. From the grin on Hannah’s face, she hadn’t cued into my initial disappointment. The only moments of peace I had gotten were two times she had abruptly sprinted off to use the restroom before racing back afterward to catch up with me.

I looked down at my own plate, which contained a half-eaten, probably microwaved, corn dog, Jell-O, and a few remaining raw baby carrots and broccoli that had rolled into a pool of Ranch dressing.

It wasn’t appealing enough that I would risk letting Hannah get out of my sight.

“Sure,” I said, as happily as I could manage.

The rest of cabin B – the nickname having stuck in my head - had split up for the most part. Maya and Chloe, despite their apparent annoyance with each other earlier, were seated together with Lily a few tables away. I still wondered what the outcome of their bet - that Maya would get over her bedwetting by this summer - was going to be.

No sooner had we both emptied the contents of our trays in the trash did Hannah dash off again without warning. This time, I didn’t bother calling after her to ask what she was doing. I knew she was headed to the bathroom like she had done a couple of times since we’d left the cabin.

I followed behind Hannah at a much slower pace. I wasn’t feeling any need to use the restroom myself – while fiddling with the lanyard ID card hanging around my neck. On one side, it had my name, cabin, counselor’s name, and the name of the team I’d be on for the week. The back of the card had a tiny map of the campgrounds. We’d also been given a schedule for the week. I didn’t have any pockets to put it in, so I had stuffed the paper inside the cardholder as well.

Teams weren’t divided up by cabins – that would have been a lot simpler – but Hannah and I had still ended up getting paired together. I actually wasn’t all that annoyed by that. Hannah had demonstrated that she actually knew what she was doing when she had come to the park to play with us that one time she had been visiting her cousin earlier in the summer.

I fiddled idly with the lanyard, twisting it around and letting it loose to spin again, as I watched the other campers filter out of the cafeteria toward the fields. We were going to meet up with our teams this evening before getting s’mores around the fire and heading back to our cabins for the night.

I let out a sigh after a few minutes had passed without Hannah stepping out of the bathroom. She had probably wet her pull-up and was needing to change. While her outfit was discreet enough to conceal her pull-up. I had been able to pick up the telltale sign of it rustling beneath her shorts a few times today. I mean, if she hadn’t been potty trained earlier this summer, what were the odds that she had managed to turn that situation around in the last month?

Still, I couldn’t shake the embarrassment of standing out in the hallway waiting for Hannah to finish doing her business like I was some kind of chaperone for her.

A grin spread out across Hannah’s face once she saw me after she had exited the bathroom. I returned a quick smile. “We need to hurry,” I said. “We still need to get our gear from the cabin. Don’t want to be late to the first practice.”

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I couldn’t help but feel nervous when I stepped back into the cabin a few hours later.

The last few hours of the night had been a welcome distraction as Hannah and I joined up with the group of girls who would make up our team for the week. I was so focused on the drills and games that, for a while, I was able to push my dilemma to the back of my mind.

Even Hannah hadn’t been that bad. She’d reverted to being extra clingy around me but hadn’t been as much of a nuisance as she had been when we had first arrived at the cabin in the afternoon earlier. She did make two runs to a nearby porta-potty – one time bringing her small backpack with her – furthering my suspicions that there were still plenty of times in the day when Hannah wasn’t keeping her pull-up dry.

That behavior had drawn some looks from our new teammates, but nothing more than that so far.

Hannah and I were the last two campers to arrive back at the cabin after the evening practices and campfire s’mores. Everyone else was busy either tucking away their soccer gear, chatting, or looking at their phones. I was finally afforded a few minutes of peace as Hannah again rushed off to the bathroom at the back of the cabin.

I unlocked my phone to find a half-dozen text messages. I responded to the ones from my parents first, assuring them that I wasn’t feeling too lonely, which was the truth, as I’d been so busy the first day of camp.

I didn’t make any mention of Hannah being at the camp. I hadn’t mentioned her to my parents earlier and hoped that wasn’t a conversation we’d need to have. The last thing I needed was for my parents to be aware of another bedwetter that was soon to be in the neighborhood.

There were a few messages from Emma and Angie. The team had managed to pull out a close win today. I did feel rather jealous. I would have rather been playing in the summer league like I had in the past rather than being forced to skip it because of all the upcoming family vacations. Even being fully immersed in soccer for an entire week wasn’t enough of a consolation prize.

I hesitated while trying to decide what I was going to tell them. There was no way I would be able to get around Emma finding out that Hannah had gone to the same camp as me, but I wasn’t sure how to break that news to them in a way that would avoid any implications that I was a bedwetter like her cousin.

They had to think that everything was going normally at camp. What would I be telling them if I had met Hannah at camp and hadn’t been faking being a bedwetter?

I tapped out a quick message to the group chat with Emma and Angie: “You’ll never guess who is on my team at the camp?”

That elicited a few responses from them – all wrong – as they put in guesses about some other girls we had played soccer with over the last few years.

I finally provided the answer. I typed in “Hannah,” followed by an ellipsis and an eye-roll emoji.

That brought back a rapid-fire flurry of texts in response. Emma and Angie were both far too amused at the situation, though, to my relief, neither made any jump to assuming that I was in a cabin with Hannah or what the implications of that would be.

At the sight of Hannah exiting the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, I quickly closed out of the group chat, switching over to the much more innocuous messages thread I had been on with my parents. Hannah was still wearing her noise-reducing headphones. The only time she had removed them was when we were playing soccer after dinner.

I let out a small sigh of relief as Hannah went over to her bed instead of coming by to chat with me.

“Hey, listen up,” Amy said, as the cabin counselor clapped her hands several times in a row. “Excuse me, I need your attention. Lights are supposed to be out by 10:30, so we’ve got about thirty minutes to get ready for bed.”

There were a few groans from that. At least for me, that was a fairly normal summer bedtime.

“Show of hands,” Amy asked. “Who is taking a shower tonight, and who is doing one in the morning?”

Hailey, Lily, and Hannah raised their hands.

“Well, that’s a relief,” the counselor said. “It’s impossible to be on time in the morning if everyone is waiting until then.”

Amy pointed at Hailey and Lily and told them that they were first to shower, then it would be her and Hannah’s turn.

I suddenly felt way out of my element. I’d never had any issues getting dressed around other people before, whether that was with family, or soccer teammates in a locker room, or during sleepovers with Emma and Angie.

It didn’t matter that everyone knew or that every single person in the cabin - with the exception of Amy, the counselor - was going to be wearing some form of protection beneath their pajamas.

I tried not to look anxious as I glanced about the room. I had no intention of being the first person to reach into their suitcase or dresser to retrieve a pull-up.

I wanted so badly to look around and see what all the other campers were doing. But at the same time, there was a gnawing guilt running through me, like I was an intruder in a space I had no business being in.

How did actual bedwetters behave?

I couldn’t take into account anything I’d observed Hannah do. She was the complete and total opposite of normal, regardless of the circumstances. At a normal camp, I would have felt totally at home stripping and changing right next to my bunk bed without giving it a second thought.

But I realized something. I absolutely did not want anyone to see me wearing a pull-up. It was one thing to be a pretend bedwetter in the abstract sense. It was something entirely else to be going through that performance with all eyes in the cabin on me.

Hailey pulled out a small bag from her suitcase and made her way around the corner to the bathroom first. I watched Lily from the corner of my eye as she rummaged through her suitcase, first pulling out a T-shirt and then a pair of pajama shorts. That was followed by something white and crinkly. It wasn’t the colorful style of pull-up that I had in my own suitcase, but it also didn’t bear any resemblance to the diapers of Hannah’s that I snuck a look at when she was staying at her cousin’s house.

I dropped my gaze as Lily stepped away from her bed, looking up again to catch her rounding the corner to the bathroom as well, but I didn’t get another peek at the pull-up.

No one else appeared to be in much of a hurry. There were still thirty minutes left till the lights were supposed to go out.

I tried to think through what my plan was going to be. I regretted not saying I was going to take an evening shower. That would have made getting changed into a pull-up a lot easier.

I decided that grabbing some pajamas and changing in a bathroom stall would be easiest. At least that way, no one would have to see me in a pull-up. And, if I went first, I would have the bathroom to myself while I did that.

I had packed enough pull-ups to have one each night with a handful left over. They were buried at the bottom of my suitcase. I re-orientated the suitcase so that the open lid faced the rest of the cabin, helping keep the contents out of view.

I found a pair of shorts and a shirt. I looked up. Everyone else was minding their own business. No one else seemed like they were in a huge hurry to get dressed. That was good. I was counting on one of the bathroom stalls being open for me to be able to change in.

I dug further into the suitcase, my hand brushing up against the familiar texture of the nighttime pull-ups. I grabbed one, scrunched it up, and then tucked it in between my pajamas.

I considered grabbing the pouch with my toothbrush, toothpaste, and other toiletries but decided to come back and grab that after I had gotten dressed. With everything in hand, I took a deep breath and stepped away as casually as possible from the suitcase, making sure not to leave it open.

Fixing my eyes directly on the back of the cabin, I walked as calmly as I could toward the bathroom, resting the urge to sprint – or at least speed walk – around the corner and out of sight.

My hands were shaking by the time I rounded the corner into the bathroom. The setup of the bathroom at least lent itself to some privacy. There was a row of three sinks on a counter, past that were two small bathroom stalls. Beyond that was a pair of shower stalls. I could hear the water running behind them.

I hurried to the furthest bathroom stall and closed the door behind me with my heart still racing. I looked down at the bundle of clothing in my hand. I unwrapped the shorts and the T-shirt. The pull-up was nowhere to be seen.

My heart sank right into my stomach as I sifted through my pajamas in a hopeless attempt to see if the pull-up had just gotten bunched up somewhere I couldn’t see. It simply wasn’t there.

The second-to-last thing I wanted to do was to go back to the main room of the cabin to retrieve the pull-up. But the last thing I wanted to do was to leave the pull-up sitting out any longer than necessary.

I placed my hand on the door to the toilet stall, trying to assure myself that I could do it. I counted to three, but at the last second, I shrank back from the door.

How could I have been so careless?

I stayed frozen in place. With each passing second, there was a greater chance someone would notice the pull-up on the floor, but it still took me a couple of minutes to work up the courage to finally ease the door to the toilet stall open and peek my head around the corner, taking a look at the bathroom floor.

It figured that I wouldn’t have been lucky enough to have dropped the pull-up somewhere out of sight from everyone else. I pushed the stall door open all the way and made my way back to the main room of the cabin.

And there it was. My pull-up was lying right in the middle of the floor. I’d only made it a few feet away from my bed before it had slipped out of my grasp.

Every step toward the pull-up felt like an eternity. I kept my eyes locked in on the pull-up, not daring to look around at everyone else. I was sure they all must be staring at me. What were they thinking? Were they judging me for the type of pull-up that I was wearing - the brightly patterned one that was clearly a style for kids? Was it typical for girls my age to prefer nighttime protection that was less childish?

The cabin wasn’t that large. It only took me a dozen or so steps to reach the pull-up. I didn’t need a mirror to confirm that my face must have been burning red as I bent down to pick it up. Once I had the pull-up in hand, I hastily tucked it back inside my pajamas.

Only then did I chance a look around the room.

Hannah was lying on her bed reading a book that was held just a few inches in front of her face. I knew exactly which Harry Potty novel it was right away from the cover art.

Olivia and Isabell were chatting between their beds, both already having changed into their pajamas. I’d gotten a glimpse of something white - though I wasn’t sure whether it was a pull-up or diaper - when I’d seen Olivia unpack earlier, but I didn’t know what type of protection Isabell was wearing. If either had noticed the pull-up on the floor, there was no indication of it.

Maya was staring at her phone on the opposite side of the cabin. She hadn’t gotten up yet to get ready for bed.

My worst fears unrealized, I turned to head back toward the bathroom. And there was Chloe, standing right in front of me.

I literally jumped in surprise as I untended like a spring. But right as I did so, the pull-up again slipped out of my grasp and fell to the floor. I scrambled to grab the pull-up, instinctively tucking it and my pajamas behind my back.

Out of the corner of my eye, there was some movement elsewhere in the cabin. Great, now I was the center of attention, after all.

Chloe let out a lighthearted laugh. “There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about,” she said. “I used to wear those pull-ups too.”

“Um, yeah, um.” My feet shifted anxiously as I tried to figure out what to say in response. The only thing I’d experienced more embarrassing than this was when my older sister, Grace, had come across me wearing urine-soaked pajamas in the hallway when I had first begun faking my bedwetting.

I stepped around Chloe to head to the bathroom without saying another word. This time, I ran.

A few seconds later, I was again back in the bathroom stall.

This evening was a complete disaster. Why could I just be chill and relaxed, wearing a pull-up like all the other campers? I had totally flunked if my goal had been to not stand out. And in my embarrassment, I missed an opportunity to find out what type of protection Chloe wore to bed, obviously having moved on from the nighttime pull-ups I used.

And the worst of it was that I was going to have to go out and face everyone again. And the more I delayed doing so, the more awkward it was going to feel.

Given that I hadn’t heard the showers turn off yet, Lily and Hailey must have still been cleaning up. I wondered what Amy would do if we weren’t all ready for bed in time.

After using the toilet for its intended purpose, I finally got changed into my pull-up and pajamas, running into yet another problem.

My shorts covered the pull-up, but just barely. I cinched the drawstring uncomfortably tight around my waist and made sure to double-knot it. It would have been easier to check if I had been standing in front of a mirror, but I reached my hand around to feel the back of my shorts, confirming that the pull-up was hidden, if just barely.

My shirt was the second problem. Ordinarily, there wouldn’t have been anything wrong with it. The edge of the shirt came down just past the waistband of my shorts. I regretted not putting more thought into the clothes I had packed for the week.

I walked sheepishly out of the toilet stall, this time to retrieve my toiletry bag. I had never been more fully conscious of the pull-up beneath my shorts. The way it crinkled. The way the padding wrapped around me. It felt so obvious and out of place.

Chloe and Lily were in the middle of brushing their teeth as I headed in the direction of the sinks toward the exit from the bathroom. I got an obvious answer to my question about Chloe. A bright pink pull-up was visible beneath the bottom of her hoodie, and there wasn’t any question that it contained significantly more padding than the pull-up covered up by my shorts.

I had made do with my nighttime pull-ups, but only because I could wet them while I was awake, when I could be careful about how much I peed and what position I was in when doing so. I realized a truth I had been refusing to admit to myself. Just because these pull-ups still fit me didn’t mean they were the right choice for a girl my age. I had been so obsessed with getting them to be willing to acknowledge that they might not be perfect, and I had been too ignorant of the now so-obvious reality that there were other, better products available.

I managed to pry my eyes away from Chloe as I slipped past her - the image of the pull-up stuck in my head as I returned to my suitcase to retrieve my toothbrush.

I was afforded one more glance at Chloe’s pull-up when I returned to the bathroom and took my place beside her at the sink. I realized suddenly that all the discomfort I had felt at my pull-up mishaps a few minutes ago had disappeared. A pull-up on the floor was less awkward and embarrassing than a pull-up around one’s waist, and the casual manner with which Chloe handled her bedwetting took away the feeling that anyone in the cabin would care one bit about what I was wearing under my shorts for bed.

Hailey and Lily each wrapped up their showers while I was flossing, and soon after, Amy walked behind us on the way to the showers, followed by Hannah, who was holding a nightgown in one hand and one of her white diapers in the other.

I tugged at my shorts to lift them up a half-inch before leaving the bathroom once I was finished brushing my teeth. While I was grateful for how Chloe had put me at ease, I wasn’t keen on following her example. The packaging still labeled my pull-ups as nighttime underwear, and under what I was wearing was where I intended to keep them.

I returned to sitting on my bed, not quite sure of what else to do before it was time for the lights to go out. I kept reaching down to tug at my shirt after spotting the pull-up waistband peeking out ever so slightly from my shorts.

Lily, Chloe, and Maya were all veterans of the camp and seemed to have their own little clique. Isabell was in the corner, talking quietly with her phone pressed up against her ear.

Haile and Olivia, who, like Hannah and I, had gotten paired on the same team together, were chatting on the other side of the room as they were braiding their hair.

I missed Emma and Angie. I missed my parents. I could almost bring myself to admit that I missed my older sister, Grace, and my younger brother, Jackson.

I grabbed my phone from my backpack and unlocked it, though I just stared at the home screen, flicking it back and forth and back and forth with my thumb. I was so absorbed in thoughts of home that I didn’t notice Chloe until she had already plopped down next to me on the bed. At least this time, I didn’t jump in surprise.

“You doing OK?”

“Fine.” A one-word response that was both widely inaccurate and somewhat befitting my current mood.

“Yeah,” Choe said. “I shouldn’t have said that you shouldn’t feel embarrassed earlier. I mean, that really isn’t true ’cause that kind of is a normal feeling, especially with bedwetting.”

“I guess.” There wasn’t any need for me to fake embarrassment, even if the sources and reasons for it were something that there was no way anyone would suspect.

“Your first time spending the night away from home?”

“No, I’ve had sleepovers before.” I tugged down at my shirt again, just in case.

“I’m guessing they went better than this has.”

“Yeah.” I managed to stop my hands before they reached down for my shirt once again.

The conversation shifted to soccer and what types of things I could expect the rest of the week. While I appreciated the advice, it was hard to focus on it. Chloe was sitting so close to me that it was uncomfortable looking her in the eye, but looking down at my lap meant her pull-up would be clearly visible, which wasn’t much of a better option.

I tried to rack my brain about where she could have gotten it. The only other ads I’d ever encountered had been ones for ugly, old-people diapers, and those didn’t hold any appeal to me or bear any resemblance to what Chloe had on.

Aside from Chloe, if I hadn’t known that any of the other remaining girls were bedwetters, I might have missed the subtle indications that they were also wearing protection underneath their pajamas.

Chloe was saying something about Maya, but the words went in one ear and out the other as I watched Hannah return to her bed.

The nightgown Hannah was wearing, which had a large picture of Hedwig on the front, came down to Hannah’s knees. That didn’t make the diaper any less obvious. An audible crinkle emanated from her direction any time she moved. She was humming a tune from a soundtrack to one of the Harry Potter movies, not the theme song, but a more obscure one that I still was able to recognize as being from the sixth movie.

Amy was out of the bathroom a few seconds later.

“Have we finished getting ready for bed?” she asked once she was at her bunk near the front door.

That was answered by a few murmurs of yes and a loud “not yet” from Chloe, who was still sitting on my bed.

The lights went out without warning, leaving the cabin brightly lit up by the several phones that were still in use.

“Really,” Chloe said in annoyance as she stood up and crossed the room to her bed.

“If your phones aren’t off in three seconds, I’m confiscating them until morning,” Amy yelled from her bunk near the door.

That threat resulted in prompt obedience to her request, and a few seconds later, everything was dark.

Now what?

I stared up at the ceiling as I listened to the sounds of the cabin. A few of the girls were shifting around in bed, adjusting pillows, or otherwise attempting to get comfortable.

The bed crinkled under my weight as I rolled over onto my back. The sound was firmer than the soft crinkling like my pull-up made, or even the almost crackling noise that had come from Hannah’s diapers.

I slid my hand to the edge of the mattress and reached my hand beneath the sheets. There wasn’t a mattress protector. But that didn’t matter. The whole mattress was covered in soft but slightly plasticky material that I assumed was incredibly waterproof.

That made sense. I knew full well how much of a pain it was to deal with a wet mattress.

I stared up at the dark ceiling as I tried to consider what I had going for me with my plan to keep the bedwetting secret once I was home from camp.

It was clear that Emma didn’t exactly like spending a lot of time with her cousin. They weren’t close at all, and even with Hannah now nearby, it wasn’t likely that they would be confiding secrets to each other.

I counted how many sleepovers I had gone to with Emma and Angie before realizing that it was well over forty of them. We’d gotten dressed into our pajamas around each other countless times. They knew I didn’t wear pull-ups to bed. And not once had any of us ever wet the bed during any of the sleepovers.

The plan was clear. Make sure Hannah viewed me as a friend. Get her to promise to keep my secret, perhaps by figuring out something I could do in exchange for her. All the while, I could continue my bedwetting, confident that even if Hannah were to say anything to my friends, there would be no way they would actually believe it.

It felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. That wasn’t to say this was going to be easy to accomplish, but with a plan in place for all the possible outcomes, I was able to shift my attention back to my regular obsession.

For so long, I had viewed the kid’s bedwetting pull-ups, which I wore, as the epitome of what I could get for myself. From my previous brief experience with Hannah’s nighttime diapers to the variety of protection I’d caught a short glimpse of from the other bedwetters in the cabin, it was obvious that there existed a whole world of diapers and pull-ups beyond the single brand that I had coveted.

I wanted all of it.

As attached as I was to my pull-ups because they were the first, and there was something that would probably always be special about them. I felt the sudden desperate urge to try everything else.

What would the other brands of pull-ups feel like while being worn? Would they be softer, thicker, or perhaps absorbent enough that I could wet them without any fear of ever leaking? I simply had to know.

And there was one product that was drawing my attention more than anything else: Hannah’s diapers. When I had held one in my hand, it had been immediately apparent that the diapers had the ability to contain so much more absorbent material than any of the pull-ups did.

I’d gotten what I had wanted, only to discover that it wasn’t enough to satiate my desires. I needed more, and as I continued to dwell on that inescapable desire, a new plan began to form.

But until then, I would need to make do with what I had at hand.

I only needed to pee a little at the moment. But that would do.

A warmth expanded in the pull-up as I let my bladder empty in a now well-practiced way.

If I was going to fake being a bedwetter, I may as well get the most out of it.

[A_Pale_Spirit]

Welcome back! Great chapter!

[BabySofia]

Nice to see you back! Looking forward to more! 🙂

[spark]

Yeah, you're back.  I don't think this is the longest delay you've had, but you always find a way to come back.

Maddy is interesting character.  Her age is younger than the characters you've written before, but her maturity is even younger than her biological age.

I enjoy reading the story, but Maddy doesn't seem to know what she really wants.   I have a sense that she wants to wear diapers, but for the same reason dogs chase cars.  Based on how you are writing this, If she gets them, I'm not sure if she'll want them anymore. 

she just won't get out of her own head.  Her friendship with Hannah is interesting.  Based on her parents, I'm sure she knows that she is supposed to be nice to somebody like Hannah, and she is intrigued about her for selfish reasons.  The two could make for a friendship, but she is still in that middle school mentality that prevents from being nice to somebody different.