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Chapter 1: This is a joke, right?

Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work.

Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap.

"This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it.

"To whoever receives this bracelet,

I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it!

Good luck and good riddance.

Please be smart."

Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever.

She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels.

"Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were.

"Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors.

"Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work."

Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out.

"Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her.

"Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief.

The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part."

A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!"

"Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?"

"The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button.

"Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign.

Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver."

The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!"

"You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator.

Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief.

"Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501."


"Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had something to eat this morning; otherwise, this will be a long day."

*knock* *knocK*

"Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah.

"Hey, Sarah! what's up?"

"I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!"

"Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch."

"Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe Monday after the weekend unless you want to meet sooner?"

"I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on."

Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up.

"Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days."

A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets."

Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often."

Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?"

Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so."

As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable.

"Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups.

As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work.

The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand.

As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants."

Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself.

She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament.

Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"


Chapter 2: Is that a Pullup?

As the bus rumbled along its route, Lisa's mind raced with confusion and disbelief. She glanced around, hoping no one would notice that she just peed herself.

"What just happened?" she whispered, her heart pounding with embarrassment and bewilderment.

She tried to calm her nerves with a deep breath, chalking it up to a bizarre fluke. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, or she was just overly stressed from the long day at work.

But even as she tried to rationalize the inexplicable event, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the back of her mind. There was something undeniably strange about the way her pants remained dry despite it feeling like her bladder released its contents.

Lost in her thoughts, Lisa almost missed her stop. With a jolt of realization, she made her way to the front of the bus, eager to escape the uncomfortable confines of the crowded vehicle.

Stepping off the bus onto the sidewalk, Lisa took a moment to gather her thoughts. She knew she couldn't dwell on the strange occurrence forever; she had to focus on getting home and putting the bizarre incident behind her.

As she walked the short distance to her apartment building, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of the swollen underwear between her legs, making her worry that her peeing wasn't just in her head.

Entering her apartment, Lisa tossed her purse onto her beanbag chair in her bedroom. The box and note were still in it, slightly spilling out of her bag as it landed. Feeling utterly drained both physically and emotionally, Lisa moved to her couch out in the living room and collapsed onto it. She needed time to process everything that had happened but knew she couldn't afford to dwell on it indefinitely.

With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and went to the kitchen, her stomach grumbling in protest. Dinner seemed like a distant afterthought, but she knew she needed to eat something to replenish her energy after the long day.

As she rummaged through the fridge, her eyes fell on a box of leftover pizza from the night before. With a shrug, she grabbed the container and popped a few slices into the microwave.

As she waited for her meal to heat up, her thoughts drifted back to the strange bracelet on her wrist. It was adorable, but where did it come from? Was it okay to keep it? What was up with that weird note?

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* The microwave sounded, breaking her train of thought and bringing her back to her dinner.

As Lisa sat down to eat her dinner, she couldn't shake the unease that had settled over her since the bizarre incident on the bus. The pizza tasted bland, the flavors muted by her racing thoughts. She kept glancing down at the bracelet on her wrist, its intricate design catching the light from the overhead lamp.

With a heavy sigh, Lisa took her last bite, her appetite gone from the bland flavor. She felt she should address the weird feeling from on the bus but wasn't sure where to start; it was all too weird. The logical part of her brain screamed that it was all just in her head, a series of strange events with rational explanations. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play.

After staring blankly at the wall for a few minutes, Lisa pushed herself up from the table and went to the bathroom to shower. The shower's hot water sounded inviting, a temporary escape from the chaos swirling around her mind.

As she undressed, she couldn't help but glance down at her underwear. To her horror and confusion, she saw that her panties had been replaced by what looked like a girls' pull-up diaper. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, sending a shiver down her spine.

"What the...?" Lisa muttered, her hands trembling as she touched the strange garment. It was soft to the touch. Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Confused, she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the image of a grown woman wearing a diaper staring back at her.

As Lisa stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in disbelief, she tried to convince herself that it was all just a bizarre hallucination brought on by stress and exhaustion. "This can't be real," she muttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Shaking her head, she quickly stripped off the pull-up diaper, tossing it into the trash bin with disgust and disbelief. "I must be losing my mind," she whispered, her hands still trembling as she turned on the shower, desperate to wash away the day's strange events.

The hot water cascaded over her body, providing some much-needed comfort and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. As she scrubbed away the tension and confusion, she tried to push aside the nagging feeling that the diaper was real.

Once she had finished her shower, Lisa wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom, determined to put the bizarre events behind her and get some much-needed rest. With each step, she tried to convince herself that it was all just a figment of her imagination, resulting from an overactive mind and a stressful day at work.

She moved to her bedroom, where she retrieved a fresh pair of panties from her dresser drawer, determined to put the day's strange events behind her.

Slipping into the comfortable cotton panties, Lisa couldn't shake the memory of the pull-up diaper she had found herself wearing earlier. It was all too surreal, too bizarre to be real. Yet, the soft fabric of the panties against her skin offered some semblance of normalcy, grounding her in the present moment. Oddly, they didn't feel like the pull-up she thought she saw herself wearing. Could it have really been a pull-up diaper?

With a sigh, Lisa grabbed a cozy pair of pajamas from her closet, eager to relax and unwind after the tumultuous day she had endured. As she slipped into the soft fabric, she felt a slight sense of relief wash over her, the warmth of the pajamas soothing her frayed nerves.

Tired from the day's events, Lisa opted to go to sleep and crawled into bed. She usually would stay up to watch some TV or read a good book, but with the stresses from work, the date she had last night, and the weirdness she experienced today, she figured getting sleep was the better option for tonight.


Chapter 3: That was a Weird Dream

On Saturday morning, Lisa awoke to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. She groaned softly as she stretched her limbs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. She enjoyed the blissful ignorance of sleep for a moment, her mind still shielded from the previous day's events.

But as she shifted in bed, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to the strange occurrences that had unfolded—a bizarre package, a mysterious bracelet, and the unsettling discovery of the pull-up she was wearing.

"Must've been a weird dream," she mumbled to herself, her voice thick with sleep as she attempted to dismiss the surreal memories that lingered in the recesses of her mind. "There's no way any of that was real."

Despite her attempts to convince herself of the absurdity of it all, a lingering sense of unease persisted within her consciousness. There was something undeniably tangible about the memories, a lingering presence that refused to be dismissed as mere figments of her imagination.

Pushing aside her lingering doubts, Lisa swung her legs over the edge of the bed, preparing to face the day ahead. As she stretched, a sudden, intense pressure in her bladder jolted her from her thoughts, causing her to freeze mid-motion.

"Uh-oh," she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking as the urgency of her need to pee washed over her. It was an overwhelming sensation, demanding her immediate attention and threatening to ruin her day before it started.

Lisa scrambled out of bed, her movements quick and frantic as she stumbled towards the bathroom. The painful discomfort with each step reminded her of the urgency to relieve herself.

As Lisa reached the bathroom door, her sense of urgency intensified, each step feeling heavier as if trudging through mud. The pressure in her bladder seemed to swell with each passing second, a relentless reminder of her body's urgent demand.

Finally reaching the bathroom, Lisa's hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her heart pounding. With a shaky breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes darting to the familiar sight of the toilet.

But before she could register her next move, a sudden wave of warmth flooded her. Panic seized her as she realized what was happening, her hands fumbling with the waistband of her pajama pants in a frantic attempt to undo them. But a strange sensation overcame her before she could even step closer to the toilet.

A soft rustling sound filled the air, accompanied by a strange sensation against her skin. Lisa's eyes widened in shock as she looked down, expecting to see her pants darkening with the telltale signs of her accident.

But to her bewilderment, her pants remained dry, untouched by the inevitable release of her bladder. Instead, a faint crinkling sound reached her ears, followed by the sensation of something expanding against her skin.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lisa realized what was happening. Her heart raced as she looked down, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her.

A pull-up diaper, once again, was in the place of her panties, soaked with the evidence of her accident. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the surreal scene before her, unable to comprehend how such a thing could happen.

This still had to be a dream, right? There's no way this would be possible. But it felt real. There she was, seeing herself in the mirror again, in a soaked pull-up diaper for little girls. Looking around, she could tell she was still in her apartment; things weren't different, and then it caught her eye. Her purse was sitting on the beanbag chair in her room, with a small box and a note sticking out.

The reality of the situation sank in, and a sense of dread washed over her. This was no dream, no figment of her imagination. It was all too real; Lisa quickly slid back up her pants and ran over to the note to reread it and see if she missed any information.

Lisa frantically sifted through the box's contents, her hands trembling with anxiety and disbelief. She felt frustration wash over her. The absence of clues regarding the mysterious bracelet's origin only increased her bewilderment.

She scanned the note again, her eyes darting over the hastily scrawled words in search of any hidden meaning or clue that might shed light on her predicament. But the message remained cryptic, offering no further insight into the true nature of the bracelet or its origins. A sense of helplessness washed over Lisa as she realized nothing could explain what was happening.

She then attempted to remove the bracelet from her wrist, but her efforts proved futile, the band clinging stubbornly to her skin as if fused in place by some unseen force. Panic surged through her veins as she tugged at the bracelet with increasing desperation, her mind racing with a million unanswered questions.

Suddenly, her phone started to ring, breaking her thoughts and frustration at the bracelet. She fumbled for her phone, her heart pounding with fear and apprehension.

The caller ID revealed Sarah's name. With a shaky breath, she answered the call, her voice a little cracked from her worries and just recently waking up.

"Hello?" she ventured tentatively, followed by her clearing her throat as she realized how raspy she first sounded.

"Hey, Lisa, are you okay?" Sarah's voice sounded concerned, her words tinged with worry as she sensed the tension in Lisa's voice.

Lisa hesitated momentarily, grappling with the overwhelming urge to confide in Sarah, to unburden herself of the weight of her newfound reality. But the fear of sounding insane, of being dismissed as delusional, held her back.

"I... I'm fine," she replied hesitantly, her words tinged with uncertainty as she struggled to mask the turmoil within her. "Just... woke up a minute ago. What's up?"

"I just wanted to check in on you," she said softly, her words laced with sincerity. "You seemed a little off yesterday, and I wanted to ensure everything's okay. Maybe meet up for coffee and talk about Thursday night?"

"Oh, that's right! I didn't get to tell you yet, did I?" she replied, her voice becoming energized with the distraction and the prospect of sharing the spicy details of her date on Thursday. "That sounds great," Lisa said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the lingering unease gnawing at her. "Coffee sounds like just what I need right now."

Sarah's relieved sigh was audible through the phone. "I'm glad to hear that. How about we meet up at Brew Haven around noon? That should give us plenty of time to catch up."

"Sounds perfect," Lisa replied, her voice steadier now as she focused on the prospect of spending time with her friend. "I'll see you there."

Lisa's mind raced with a million conflicting thoughts and emotions as they confirmed the details. On one hand, she was grateful for the distraction and the chance to talk with Sarah about her recent date. But on the other hand, she couldn't imagine having another accident while hanging out with her friend.

Chapter 4: New Panties Please

As Lisa stood in the bathroom stall, her mind reeling from the surreal experience, she couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was happening. The evidence was right in front of her—the pull-up diaper now snugly wrapped around her hips, soaked with her latest accident.

With trembling hands, Lisa reached down to touch the smooth fabric of the pull-up, her fingers tracing the contours of the unfamiliar material. It was a surreal sensation, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

"I... I can't believe this is happening," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to face the bizarre turn of events. "This... this can't be real."

But as she looked down at the pull-up, its soft padding offering a strange comfort in her confusion, Lisa knew she could no longer deny the truth. Something extraordinary was at play.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lisa forced herself to focus on the task at hand. She couldn't afford to dwell on the surreal nature of her situation, not when there were other people waiting outside for the stall.

Gathering her courage, Lisa quickly checked her pants for any signs of the pull-up underneath. To her relief, there was no telltale bulge or outline that would give away her secret. It was as if the pull-up had seamlessly blended into her clothing, leaving no trace of its presence.

With a silent prayer of gratitude, Lisa straightened her posture and composed herself before finally flushing the toilet to avoid suspicion and unlocking the stall door. Stepping out into the bathroom, she offered a quick apology to the other ladies waiting outside, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her earlier rudeness.

"Sorry about that," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she met their gaze with a sheepish smile. "I didn't mean to cut in front of you like that."

The other women offered polite nods in response, their expressions a mixture of annoyance and understanding. "No worries, honey," one of them said, her tone gentle and reassuring. "We've all been there before." With a sense of relief, Lisa hurriedly washed her hands, eager to put some distance between herself and the awkward encounter.

As she exited the bathroom, Lisa's mind raced with questions, her thoughts consumed by the inexplicable magic that seemed to be at play. How was it possible that her panties had transformed into a pull-up, seemingly of their own accord? And what did it mean for her future if such bizarre occurrences continued to unfold?

As she walked, Lisa couldn't shake the uncomfortable sensation of the wet pull-up against her skin, a constant reminder of her life's surreal turn.

Feeling increasingly frustrated and disgusted by the situation, Lisa couldn't help but resent the childish garment clinging to her hips. It was a humiliating symbol of the inexplicable magic that seemed to have taken hold of her life.

With a deepening scowl, Lisa finally reached her desk and sank into her chair, the wet pull-up squelching beneath her with an unpleasant squish. Grimacing, she shifted uncomfortably, trying in vain to find a position that would alleviate the discomfort.

But as she fidgeted in her seat, her mind raced with a single thought: she needed to figure out what was causing these bizarre occurrences. With its cryptic note and mysterious powers, the bracelet seemed to be the only explanation.

With trembling hands, Lisa reached down to her wrist, fingers fumbling over the smooth surface of the bracelet. She tried to slide it off, but it refused to budge as if fused to her skin. Panic rising within her, she attempted to cut it off with scissors from her desk drawer, but the metal remained unscathed as if mocking her futile efforts.

Frustration boiled within her, mingling with a sense of helplessness. She was trapped, bound to this cursed bracelet with no means of escape. Each wish only seemed to entangle her further in its magic web, leaving her more powerless than ever.

Desperate for answers, Lisa began to make wish after wish, each more fervent than the last. She wished for the bracelet to be removed, for knowledge about its origins, for it to disappear entirely, for it to stop meddling with her life. But with each wish, nothing changed. The bracelet remained firmly in place, keeping her captive until satisfied.

Defeated, Lisa slumped back in her chair, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overwhelm her with the magnitude of the situation she found herself in. How had a simple bracelet turned her life upside down in such a short amount of time?

As she leaned back, on the edge of tears, "I wish I at least had a new pair of panties," she muttered under her breath, more as a desperate plea than a genuine belief in its fulfillment. With tears threatening to spill from her eyes, Lisa's whispered wish hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of her desperation for a reprieve from the chaos.

As Lisa attempted to gather her composure and focus on her work, she reached into her purse for her earbuds, hoping that immersing herself in music would offer a temporary escape from the chaos swirling around her. With trembling fingers, she fumbled through her bag until her fingertips brushed against something unexpected.

Pulling out her hand, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the object now nestled in her palm—a pristine pair of panties, neatly folded and seemingly untouched by the events of the day. She blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend how they had appeared in her purse as if materializing out of thin air.

For a moment, Lisa questioned her sanity, her mind reeling from the inexplicable sight before her. But as she reached out to touch the fabric, her fingers tracing the delicate lace trim, she couldn't deny the reality of the situation. Somehow, her wish had been granted again, this time in a manner that defied all logic and reason.

As Lisa looked around the bustling office, her heart pounding with apprehension, she couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that someone must have seen her moment of desperation, running to the bathroom. Thinking she might have leaked and needed a new pair. But as she scanned the room, her gaze darting from one face to another, she found no trace of recognition or curiosity in the eyes of her coworkers; hell, no one was even glancing her way.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lisa focused on getting changed and cleaned up. Grabbing her purse, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom, knowing she needed a way to conceal the pull-up for safe disposal. She is glad to at least have a change of underwear, her mind racing with a million questions and fears. What if they think she can't control her bladder? What if she couldn't? The thought made her skin crawl with unease, a cold shiver running down her spine as she pushed open the door to the restroom.

Inside, the familiar hum of running water and whispered conversations greeted her, a comforting backdrop to the chaos swirling within her mind. With practiced ease, Lisa made her way to the nearest stall; thankfully, the line had subsided, her movements brisk and efficient as she locked the door behind her and quickly shed her soiled garment.

A sense of relief washed over her as she peeled off the wet pull-up. A chill ran up her body as the cool air of the restroom offered a welcome reprieve from the suffocating discomfort of the past hour. With trembling hands, Lisa hastily donned the fresh pair of panties, her fingers fumbling with the delicate lace trim as she struggled to compose herself.

But as she finished dressing and prepared to leave the stall, a sudden wave of panic washed over her, the fear of discovery gripping her heart with icy fingers. What if someone saw her leaving the stall with the pull-up in her purse? The thought made her stomach churn with dread, her mind racing with a million worst-case scenarios.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lisa closed her purse after burying the pull-up as far down as she could. With a determined stride, she unlocked the stall door and stepped out into the restroom, her gaze sweeping the room for any sign of prying eyes.

To her relief, the restroom was empty, the only sound the distant chatter from the hallway outside. With a sigh of relief, Lisa made her way to the nearest trash bin, her movements quick as she dug out the pull-up and disposed of it.

But as she left the restroom, her heart skipped a beat as she collided with a familiar figure standing right outside, her eyes widening in surprise as she found herself face to face with Sarah.

"Hey, Lisa!" Sarah exclaimed, her tone bright and cheerful as she offered her friend a warm smile. "Fancy running into you here. Everything okay?"

For a moment, Lisa felt a surge of panic coursing through her veins, the fear of discovery threatening to overwhelm her. But with a forced smile and a casual shrug, she brushed off Sarah's concern with practiced ease, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Lisa replied, her tone light and nonchalant as she sidestepped Sarah's probing gaze. "Just needed a quick break, you know how it is."

Sarah nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to squeeze Lisa's shoulder in a gesture of support. "Of course, I get it," she said, her tone gentle and reassuring. "Well, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me. I'm always here for you."

"Thanks," Lisa said, her voice tinged with warmth as she met her friend's gaze. "I really appreciate it. There's been a lot going on lately that I'm honestly still working through. I could use a coffee date if you're up for it tomorrow?"

"Absolutely! Text me over the details later; I'm open all day."

With a final nod of gratitude, Lisa turned and headed back to her desk, her mind still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions and revelations that had unfolded throughout the day. As she settled into her chair, she couldn't shake the lingering sense of impossibility.

Glancing at the clock, Lisa realized she still had a few hours left in the workday. With a determined sigh, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside her worries and distractions as she delved into her work with renewed determination.

As the hours ticked by and the end of the workday drew near, Lisa's curiosity got the better of her. With a hesitant glance around the office to ensure no one was watching, she reached down to her wrist and touched the smooth surface of the bracelet, her fingers tracing its intricate patterns with a sense of trepidation.

Summoning her courage, Lisa closed her eyes and made a wish, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke the words that would set the wheels of fate in motion.

"I wish I didn't have to ride the bus," she murmured, her heart pounding as she awaited the inevitable response.

To her surprise, the answer came swiftly and unexpectedly as a ringing phone. Startled, Lisa reached for her cell phone, her pulse quickening with anticipation as she answered the call.

"Hello?" she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, sweetie, it's Mom," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line, warm and reassuring. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing."

Disappointment flooded through Lisa at the sound of her mother's voice. It was great to hear from her, but she was hoping for a call about winning a car or something. Either way, her mom's call was a comforting reminder of the love and support that surrounded her. With a grateful smile, she leaned back in her chair, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she settled into the conversation with her mom.

As they spoke, Lisa's mother mentioned that she was in the area and offered to give Lisa a ride home from work, sparing her the usual ordeal of navigating the crowded bus and rush-hour traffic. Grateful for the unexpected gesture, Lisa readily accepted, her heart swelling with gratitude for her mother's kindness. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't help but wonder, did her wish come true? At least she didn't have to ride the bus today, but was it just a coincidence?

Meeting her mom in the office lobby, Lisa couldn't help but notice the weary lines that creased her mother's face, the sadness that lingered in her eyes. Sensing that something was amiss, Lisa hesitated momentarily before approaching the subject with her mother, her voice hesitant as she spoke.

"Mom, is everything okay?" she asked, her tone filled with concern as she searched her mother's face for any sign of distress.

Her mother hesitated momentarily, her gaze drifting away as if lost in thought. But then, with a heavy sigh, she finally spoke, her voice tinged with sadness and resignation, as her eyes began to tear up.

"No, sweetheart, everything's not okay," she admitted, her words weighted with emotion. "Your father and I... we're having some problems. I... I left him this morning. Nothing's final, but I'm frustrated."

Lisa's heart sank at her mother's words, a wave of sadness washing over her as she realized the depth of her parents' troubles. She reached out to her mother, offering a comforting hug as tears welled up in her own eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," Lisa whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I had no idea things had gotten this bad. You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to, but know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Her mother returned the embrace, holding onto Lisa seeking solace in her daughter's arms. "Thank you, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice muffled against Lisa's shoulder. "I just need some time to figure things out. But it means the world to me to know that you're here for me."


As Lisa and her mom walked out of the office building towards her mom's car, Lisa couldn't help but notice the trunk of her car was packed full of her belongings. Concern etched lines on Lisa's forehead as she glanced at her mom.

"Mom, where are you staying?" Lisa asked gently, her voice filled with worry.

Her mother sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and uncertainty clouding her expression. "I... I don't know yet," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "I just needed to get away for a while, figure things out."

Lisa's heart ached for her mother, the weight of their shared troubles pressing down on her shoulders. Without hesitation, she squeezed her mom's hand, offering a silent gesture of support.

"You can stay with me," Lisa blurted out before she could second-guess herself. "I mean, if you want to. My apartment isn't big, but we'll make it work."

Tears welled up in her mother's eyes, gratitude shining bright amidst the uncertainty. "Oh, sweetheart, thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

As they reached Lisa's car, her mother hesitated before turning to her with a hopeful smile. "And if you ever need a ride somewhere, just let me know. I'll be there for you."

As Lisa's mom's words hung in the air, Lisa felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing with a sudden, chilling realization. Could it be possible that her wish had inadvertently affected her mother's behavior? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, the weight of guilt settling heavily upon her shoulders.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Lisa replayed the events of the last two days in her mind, searching for any connection between her wishes and the events that had unfolded. It was too much of a coincidence to ignore—the timing, the circumstances, everything seemed to point to her.

As her mother climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, Lisa's thoughts whirled with uncertainty and fear. What had she done? What if her wishes continued to impact the lives of those around her, causing unintended consequences and chaos?


Chapter 5: Motherly Advice

As Lisa and her mom drove back to Lisa's apartment, the silence between them was intense, the air thick to the point where you could cut it with a butter knife if you wanted to. Unspoken words and unresolved emotions lingering in the air. Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the realization that her wishes might be affecting those around her.

Her mom glanced over at Lisa, concern etched on her face. "You've been quiet, sweetheart. Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Lisa blinked, gazing away at the passing scenery to meet her mother's worried eyes. "Yeah, Mom, everything's fine," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Her mother studied her for a moment as if trying to decipher the truth hidden behind Lisa's facade, but ultimately, she sighed and returned her attention to the road. "Alright, sweetheart, if you say so," she said, her tone tinged with disappointment.

Lisa's heart twisted with guilt at the hurt evident in her mother's voice, but she couldn't bring herself to confide in her just yet. Not when she didn't fully understand the extent of the situation herself.

As they pulled into the parking lot of Lisa's apartment building, Lisa felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She glanced over at her mother, her heart heavy with the burden of her secret. How could she explain what was happening without sounding crazy?

"Thanks for the ride, Mom," Lisa said softly as they stepped out of the car, her eyes avoiding her mother's concerned gaze.

Her mother frowned, sensing Lisa's unease. "Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa?" she asked, reaching for her daughter's hand.

Lisa forced a reassuring smile, the weight of her guilt threatening to crush her. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a lot on my mind lately, you know?" she replied, her voice tight with emotion.

Her mother's expression softened with understanding, but Lisa could see the worry lingering in her eyes. "Well, if you ever need to talk about anything, you know I'm here for you, right?" her mother said, her voice filled with love and concern.

Lisa nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears. "Thanks. I appreciate it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they made their way to Lisa's apartment, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. How could she fix the situation with her parents? Would a wish fix it? The thought of her mother being affected by her wishes filled Lisa with a sickening dread.

Once inside her apartment, Lisa helped her mother carry in a few bags of clothes, among other things, her movements distracted as she tried to push aside her mounting anxiety. But as they set the bags down in the living room, a sudden urge gripped Lisa

"Shit..." she cursed under her breath as she stumbled backward, nearly dropping the bags she was holding.

Her mother's eyes widened in alarm, concern etched on her face. "Lisa, what happened? Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to her daughter's side, concern etched on her face, Lisa forced a tight-lipped smile, her mind racing with panic. "I-I'm fine, just need to use the bathroom," she stammered, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her urgency.

Without waiting for a response, Lisa hastily set down the bags and bolted towards the bathroom, her hand pressed tightly between her legs as she fought to maintain control. Her mother's worried gaze followed her daughter's frantic movements, her heart twisting with concern at the sight of Lisa's obvious distress.

As Lisa reached the bathroom door, her bladder screamed for release, a hot wave of pressure coursing through her body. With a shaky exhale of relief, Lisa pushed open the door and stumbled into the bathroom, her legs shaking with the effort of holding back her impending accident. Her mother hovered anxiously in the hallway, her eyes wide with concern as she watched her daughter's desperate dash to the toilet.

With a frantic whimper, Lisa reached the toilet just in time, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her desperate need to pee. With a shuddering sigh of relief, she collapsed onto the seat, her bladder releasing a torrent of pent-up pressure.


Outside the bathroom, Lisa's mother stood frozen in place, her heart heavy with worry as she listened to the sound of her daughter's desperate relief. There were no signs she had to pee that bad. Did she even know she had to go that bad? Her mom thought, worried about the health and well-being of her daughter.

As Lisa sat on the toilet, her mind raced with a whirlwind of confusion and fear. What was happening to her? Why did she keep experiencing these sudden urges to pee? It felt like her body was betraying her at the worst possible time, given the weird magic with the pull-ups appearing when she pees herself.

After a few moments, Lisa managed to compose herself enough to stand up and flush the toilet. She washed her hands, her mind still reeling from the recent events. When she opened the bathroom door, her mother was waiting outside, her expression a mix of concern and confusion.

"Are you... okay? That was quite a close call," her mother said, her voice gentle yet probing.

Lisa tried to brush off her mother's concern, a faint blush tinting her cheeks with embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I just got caught up in bringing the stuff in and didn't realize how bad I needed to go," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mother, however, wasn't buying it. "Honey, that was more than just getting distracted. Are you sure everything is okay?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Lisa shifted uncomfortably, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. "It's nothing, Mom, really. Just a one-off thing," she insisted, avoiding her mother's probing gaze.

Her mother sighed, placing a comforting hand on Lisa's shoulder. "Sweetheart, this isn't the first time something like this has happened, is it?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Lisa's cheeks burned with shame as she shook her head, unable to meet her mother's gaze. "No, it's not," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lisa's mother's brow furrowed with worry. "That isn't normal, honey. How long has this been happening?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Lisa hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's been... a couple of days," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Her mother's eyes widened in alarm. "A couple of days!? We need to get you to a doctor," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency.

Lisa's heart sank at the thought of having to explain everything to a doctor. "I-I don't think it's necessary, Mom. It's probably just stress or something," she stammered, her voice tinged with desperation; how could she possibly admit to having a toddler's bladder issue as an adult to another person?

Her mother shook her head, her expression firm. "No, Lisa, this could be something serious. We need to get you checked out," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Okay, Mom. I'll go to the walk-in later," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mother's expression softened, her worry evident in her eyes. "Okay, just promise me you'll take care of yourself, alright?" she said, reassuringly squeezing Lisa's shoulder.

Lisa forced a smile, grateful for her mother's understanding. "I will, I promise," she said, her voice steadier now.

With a nod, her mother released Lisa's shoulder and turned towards the door. "Alright, well, let's get the rest of these bags in, shall we?" she said, her tone lightening as she tried to change the subject.

Lisa nodded, relieved by the change in topic. "Yeah, sounds good. And hey, how about we order takeout for dinner tonight? My treat," she suggested, hoping to distract her mother from pressing the issue further.

Her mother smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. I could go for some Chinese food. What do you think?" she asked, her enthusiasm contagious.

Lisa grinned, grateful for her mother's easy acceptance. "Chinese it is, then. I'll go grab the menus, and we can decide what to get," she said, heading towards the kitchen.

As they settled on their dinner choices, the tension that had filled the apartment dissipated, replaced by a sense of normalcy that was comforting to both. They spent the evening enjoying their meal and catching up on each other's lives, the earlier events pushed to the back of their minds, at least for the time being.

As the night wore on, Lisa and her mother finished their dinner and settled into a comfortable routine to end the night. They chatted about mundane things, and eventually, it was time for bed.

"Goodnight, Mom," Lisa said, warmly hugging her mother. "Thanks for the ride today."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," her mother replied, returning the hug. "Any time, honey, consider me your personal driver for now. haha!" Her mother laughed jokingly.

With a concerned smirk, Lisa watched as her mother went to the couch, where she would sleep for the night. Once her mother was settled, Lisa headed to her own bedroom, feeling mixed emotions. Was my wish the cause of my mom's separation?

On her way to her bedroom, Lisa passed by the bathroom and decided she should head there first, hoping to relieve herself before bed, even though she didn't feel the need to go. Luckily, to her surprise, she ended up peeing a ton from all of the fluids she had since having dinner.

"Thank GOD! I better not need to pee so badly in the morning."

Relieved, Lisa got up and headed to bed, the day's events weighing heavily on her. She lay awake for hours, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted to sleep.

Chapter 6: Nosy Mother

With a groan, Lisa slowly blinked her eyes open, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite her troubled dreams. She stretched languidly, relishing the warmth of her bed for a few moments before reality came crashing back.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, preparing to start her day, a sudden, urgent pressure gripped her bladder, causing her to freeze mid-stretch. Frustration and confusion warred within her as she realized she had just gone to the bathroom before bed and shouldn't be feeling such a strong urge to pee so soon.

"Damnit," She cursed under her breath; she quickly scrambled to her feet, her muscles protesting the abrupt movement. She hurried out of her bedroom, intent on reaching the bathroom before it was too late. As she rushed down the hallway, the noise of her footsteps echoing in the early morning silence, she inadvertently woke her mother, who had been sleeping on the couch.

Her mother stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up, concern etching lines of worry on her face. She watched Lisa disappear into the bathroom, her heart heavy with unspoken questions. She knew something was wrong, but she also knew that Lisa wasn't ready to talk about it yet.

As Lisa closed the bathroom door behind her, she let out a frustrated sigh, her mind racing with confusion and fear. What was happening to her? Why did she keep experiencing these sudden, uncontrollable urges to pee?

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as she ran towards the toilet, her hand shaky for her worry of wetting herself again. With a desperate attempt, she grabbed the toilet seat to lift its lid, only for her worst fears to be realized.


The pressure in her bladder had reached its breaking point, and before she could even get the seat up, she felt her body betray her, releasing a torrent of urine. Shame washed over her as she stood there, helplessly wetting herself, a pull-up miraculously appearing, absorbing the mess, leaving her pajama pants dry.

With a defeated gasp, Lisa collapsed onto the tiled bathroom floor, feeling the soaked pull-up under her butt, bulky from absorbing all of her pee. There she sat next to the toilet, tears welling up in her eyes as frustration and embarrassment overwhelmed her. She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling utterly defeated by her body's betrayal yet again.

The cool tiles starkly contrasted the warmth and wetness between her legs. Tears running down her cheeks as she realized the extent of her predicament. She was a grown woman, yet here she was, wearing a wet pull-up like a toddler.

"Why does this keep happening to me?" she cried, her voice trembling. "It's not fair!"

The sound of her voice echoed in the small bathroom, mixing with the soft hum of the ventilation fan overhead. When Lisa's mom heard her daughter cry out from the bathroom, she got up to check on her.

"I'm too old for this," Lisa muttered bitterly, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I shouldn't have to wear these stupid pull-ups like a child."

Her mother knocked softly on the door, concern evident in her voice. "Lisa, dear, are you okay? Can I come in?"

Lisa wiped her tears and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm fine, Mom. Just... just give me a minute, okay?"

She heard her mother's footsteps recede down the hallway, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She knew she couldn't keep hiding this from her mother, but she also didn't know how to explain what was happening to her.

Lisa pushed herself up from the floor, her legs feeling weak and unsteady. She stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the weight of the sodden pull-up between her legs. With a shaky breath, she reached down and removed her pajama pants, revealing the bulky garment.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she stripped off the pull-up, the cold air of the bathroom meeting her damp skin. She balled it up, a sense of shame washing over her as she tossed it into the trash can with a soft thud echoing in the small bathroom.

Lisa quickly pulled her pajama pants back on, the fabric feeling soft and clingy against her skin. She hurried back to her room, her mind racing about how to handle the situation. She searched her dresser for a clean change of clothes and realized she needed to get laundry done; she only had two pairs of clean underwear left. Grabbing one of them, she rushed back out of her room towards the bathroom to shower and remove the smell of pee before speaking with her mom next. However, she was too late; as she approached the bathroom door, she was stunned to see it was already closed and locked from her mother going in there while she grabbed her clothes.


Lisa's mom, Carol, stood outside the closed bathroom door. Concern for her daughter mingled with a growing sense of unease as she tried to make sense of the situation. She had heard Lisa's cries, and her instinct as a mother told her that something was seriously wrong.

"I'm too old for this," she heard Lisa mutter. "I shouldn't have to wear these stupid pull-ups like a child."

Carol hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob as she tried to process Lisa's words. Pull-ups? Why would Lisa be talking about wearing pull-ups? The confusion only added to Carol's growing concern, as she gently knocked on the door.

"Lisa, dear, are you okay? Can I come in?" Carol called through the door, her voice laced with worry.

There was a moment of silence before Lisa responded, her voice strained. "I'm fine, Mom, Just... just give me a minute, okay?"

Carol hesitated, torn between respecting her daughter's privacy and wanting to comfort her. Ultimately, she decided to give Lisa the space she needed and stepped back from the door.

As she waited outside the bathroom, Carol's mind raced with questions. What does she mean she is too old for this? Too old for what? Was she really wearing a pull-up?

Before Carol could dwell on these thoughts any longer, she heard the sound of the bathroom door unlocking, followed by the soft click of its opening. Lisa stood in the doorway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. Carol's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's anguish, and she longed to wrap her in a comforting embrace.

But before Carol could say anything, Lisa rushed off to her room. Carol watched her daughter retreat down the hallway, a sense of helplessness washing over her. She knew she couldn't force Lisa to talk if she wasn't ready, but that didn't make it any easier to stand idly by while her daughter suffered.

With a heavy sigh, Carol stepped into the bathroom, locking it behind her. Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of what had caused Lisa's distress. The air was thick with the scent of urine, and Carol wrinkled her nose in distaste as she made her way further into the room.

Her gaze landed on the trash can near the sink, and her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the crumpled pull-up lying discarded inside. Carol's breath caught in her throat as she reached for the pull-up, her fingers trembling with disbelief.

She lifted the pull-up from the trash can, her eyes widening in shock as she took in its sodden state. Clearly, this wasn't just a one-time accident; there were already two in the can. Lisa must have been wearing pull-ups for some time now. Why didn't she tell her mother? Have they grown more distant than she thought?

Carol searched the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling with questions. She opened cabinets and drawers, looking for any sign of the package of pull-ups Lisa was using. But to her confusion, she found nothing.

As Carol stood in the bathroom, her mind reeling with unanswered questions, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in her stomach. She glanced around the room, her eyes scanning every corner in search of some clue that might shed light on the situation. But the bathroom offered no answers, only the lingering scent of urine.

Her heart heavy with concern, Carol carefully placed the pull-up back into the trash can, her thoughts consumed by worry for her daughter. Lisa had always been independent and resilient, but seeing her distressed was tearing at Carol's maternal instincts.

With a heavy sigh, Carol turned to leave the bathroom, her mind still racing about how to approach Lisa about what she had discovered. But before she could take a step, a sudden knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Mom, are you almost done in there?" Lisa's voice came from the other side of the door, tinged with impatience. "I really need to take a shower."

Carol's heart sank at the sound of Lisa's voice, the defeated tone in her voice only added to Carol's growing sense of worry. She had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't even considered how her actions might affect Lisa. Now, feeling guilty for being the cause of slowing down Lisa's efforts to clean herself up from her accident this morning.

"Sorry, sweetie, I'll be out in just a minute," Carol replied, her voice strained with emotion. She quickly moved to the toilet, her need to pee still present.

As Carol relieved herself, her mind raced with thoughts of how to handle the situation with Lisa. She knew she needed to talk to her daughter about what she had discovered, but she also didn't want to invade Lisa's privacy or make her feel ashamed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Carol finished her business and flushed the toilet, her thoughts still in turmoil as she washed her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for the difficult conversation ahead, before finally opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

Lisa was waiting just outside the bathroom, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment as she watched her mother emerge. Carol's heart ached at seeing her daughter's troubled face, and she longed to wrap her in a comforting embrace.

"I'm sorry for taking so long, sweetie," Carol said softly, gently touching Lisa's arm. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Lisa forced a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's okay, Mom. I just really need to take a shower."

Carol nodded understandingly, stepping aside to let Lisa pass. As her daughter disappeared into the bathroom, Carol couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at her conscience. She knew she couldn't avoid the conversation they needed to have, but she also didn't want to make things any harder for Lisa than they already were.

Unsatisfied with the answers she had found so far, Carol turned to Lisa's room. As Carol entered Lisa's room, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. She felt conflicted; she didn't want to invade her daughter's privacy, but she knew she needed to find some answers. With a heavy heart, she began to search the room, careful not to disturb anything from where it was. Her eyes scanned every corner in search of some clue that might shed light on the situation.

As she opened drawers and checked closets, Carol's heart sank further. There was no sign of the package of pull-ups Lisa had been using, and only one pair of clean underwear was left in her daughter's drawer. Carol felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she concluded that Lisa must have been struggling with her bladder for a while now.

With a sigh, Carol closed the drawer and turned to leave the room, her mind still racing with unanswered questions. She knew she needed to talk to Lisa about what was happening, but she also didn't want to make things any harder for her daughter than they already were. She just wanted to reassure her that it was alright and that she would be there for her.


As Lisa stepped into the bathroom, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. She couldn't shake the worry that her mother had seen the pull-ups in the trash. The thought made her heart race with panic, but she quickly pushed it aside, telling herself she was overthinking things.

With trembling hands, Lisa quickly stripped off her pajamas and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower. The hot water cascaded over her body, washing away the physical evidence of her embarrassment.

As she stood under the spray, lost in her thoughts, Lisa's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, startling her out of her thoughts. Confused, she reached for it, her fingers struggling to unlock the screen from the shower's steam.

A text from Craig flashed across the display, and Lisa's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his name. Despite everything that had happened, his message brought a small glimmer of comfort to her troubled mind.

"Hey, babe. Just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. I know work has been crazy lately, but I'm here for you, okay? Let me know if you need anything. Love you ❤️"

Tears pricked at the corners of Lisa's eyes as she read Craig's words. Despite the chaos around her, his unwavering support was a beacon of hope in the darkness.

With a watery smile, Lisa quickly typed a reply, her thumbs flying across the screen.

"Thanks, Craig. I really appreciate it. I've just been really busy lately and barely hit my deadline on Friday. But knowing you're there for me means the world. Love you too ❤️"

As she hit send, a sense of relief washed over her. No matter the challenges, she knew she had people around her who cared about her. Craig, Sarah, and Mom would all be there for her. Even with that reassurance, Lisa felt a small pit in her stomach as she thought about what had happened with her mom and dad. Even if they are there for her now, what happens if she makes a foolish wish that ruins their life? Could she live with herself if that were to happen?

Lisa pushed off her worries for now. She finished drying off, getting dressed in a checkered black and white skirt, a pair of nylons, and a white blouse with a jacket over the top. As she dressed, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety about meeting Sarah and revealing the truth about the magic bracelet. But she knew she needed to confide in her friend; she couldn't keep this secret to herself. Sarah was the perfect person to confide in. Sarah had always been a good listener and had a knack for offering practical advice.

With a deep breath, Lisa grabbed her phone and sent Sarah a text message asking her to meet at a local coffee shop. She hoped that Sarah would be able to help her navigate the chaos that had become her life ever since she had received the bracelet.

As Lisa exited the bathroom, her heart raced with the fear of encountering her mother, her mind still reeling from the morning's events. She clutched the trash can tightly, determined to dispose of the evidence of her accidents before her mom could find them. She didn't want anything else to complicate her already chaotic situation.

However, as she made her way down the hallway, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible, Lisa froze in her tracks as she heard her mother's voice from the living room.

"Lisa, honey, wait."

Carol's gentle tone sent a shiver down Lisa's spine, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She couldn't face her mother right now, not with the shame of her secret weighing heavily in her hand in the trash can.

But before Lisa could retreat outside to dispose of the evidence, Carol appeared in the hallway, her expression a mix of concern and confusion as she approached her daughter.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Carol asked, her voice soft and gentle. "I saw you rush into the bathroom earlier in a hurry, and... well, I just want to make sure you're alright?"

Lisa's heart clenched at the worry in her mother's eyes, and she swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to say. She couldn't bear to lie to her mother, not when she had always been there for her, but she also couldn't bring herself to admit the truth about the magic bracelet.

"I'm fine, Mom," Lisa replied, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her. "Just... you know, when you gotta go, you gotta go."

Carol studied her daughter's face for a moment, her brow furrowed with concern, before nodding slowly.

"Alright, if you say so, sweetie," she said, though her voice was tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe try going before going to bed next time. haha," She laughed, trying to joke and lighten the mood.

Lisa's face blushed a slightly brighter red. "Yeah, I tried that last night, but it didn't work as well as I hoped. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so bad when I woke up. haha," Lisa tried joking back in hopes of keeping her mom off the trail of what was really going on. As if this was a totally normal thing for her to deal with.

"Right?! I guess I can relate to that." Carol replied, trying to ease up the embarrassment she saw she was indirectly causing. "Are you taking out the trash?" she asked, her curiosity piqued, trying to change the subject.

Lisa's cheeks now burned with embarrassment as she realized she had been caught in the act.

"Uh, yeah," she stammered, her mind racing for an excuse. "I... I just noticed it was getting full, so I thought I'd take care of it."

"Do you mind taking out this bag with you? I would have done it sooner, but I didn't know where the bins are here," she said, pointing to the bag she had from the day before, leaning up against the door.

"Sure, I can do that," Lisa replied, quickly grabbing the bag and trying to run out the door before her mom could see what was in the trash bin in her hand.

"Is there anything you need, sweetie? I was about to head out to the store, so if you need anything, just let me know." Carol asked her daughter, curious if she would admit to needing more pull-ups.

Lisa's heart skipped a beat, worried her mom might have seen the pull-ups and assumed she needed more.

"Uh, no, Mom, I'm good," she replied quickly, her mind racing for an excuse. "But... um, actually, I was planning to meet Sarah for coffee later. Do you think you could give me a ride?"

Carol's expression was soft, nodding with a smile.

"Of course, sweetie," she said. "I'd be happy to give you a ride. Just let me know when you're ready to go, okay?"

Lisa's heart swelled with gratitude for her mother's support.

"Thanks, Mom," she said, her voice lighter than before, as she felt a weight removed, hoping things were more normal. "You're the best."

With a final smile, Carol turned and headed back to the living room, leaving Lisa alone in the hallway with a sense of relief washing over her. She knew she couldn't keep hiding the truth from her mother forever, but for now, she was grateful for the chance to spend time with her friend and get the trash out before her mom could try to confront her about the pull-ups.


Chapter 7: Coffee Date

The coffee shop came into view as Carol's car pulled up to the curb. People were bustling in and out of the coffee shop, seemingly in a hurry to get wherever they were going. Lisa's stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as she glanced out the window. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the conversation she knew she was about to have.


As the car came to a stop, Lisa started to exit the car; Carol's gentle voice interrupted her, concern etched in every line of her face.


"Are you sure you don't need anything from the store? I can pick up anything you might need?" Carol's offer carried a note of worry, her hope that her daughter would open up about her needs.


Lisa forced a smile, trying to reassure her mother. "No, Mom, I'm good, really. I have everything I need."


But before she can fully step out, Carol's concern spills over into another question, one Lisa had hoped to avoid. "When are you planning on seeing the doctor? It has me worried about you."


Lisa felt a pang of defensiveness rise within her. It's not that she doesn't appreciate her mother's concern; it's just that she's too embarrassed about the situation to want to bring it up with someone else. She hardly wanted to talk to Sarah about it, but they'd been best friends for years now, and the number of times she's had to help Sarah get home after getting too tipsy at a club and wetting herself, she knew Sarah would be the last person to judge her about this situation. 


"I'll get to it, Mom, I promise," Lisa replies, trying to strike a balance between reassurance and deflection. "But honestly, I'm feeling fine today. Really."


Carol's worry hardly dissipates, but she nods reluctantly, knowing when her daughter is putting up walls. "Okay, honey. I'm here for you if you need anything."


Lisa nods, offering another weak smile before finally leaving the car. As she watches Carol drive away, she can't shake the guilt that twists in her gut. She knows her mother only wants to help her, but opening up about the reality of her situation is a hurdle she's not quite ready to jump yet, at least not with her mom. 


As Lisa stepped into the coffee shop, she scanned the area and spotted Sarah sitting at their usual table near a window at the front of the shop, a warm smile on her face. Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her; Sarah's presence always brought comfort, especially in times of uncertainty.



Approaching the table, Lisa noticed that Sarah had already ordered her favorite coffee—a small gesture that meant more to her than she could express. "Hey, Sarah," Lisa greeted her friend with a grateful smile as she took a seat opposite her.


"Hey, Lisa! I got your usual, hope that's alright," Sarah said, sliding the cup across the table. "How's your day been so far?"


Taking a sip of her coffee, Lisa sighed, feeling the tension of the day slowly melting away. "It's been... eventful, to say the least," she replied, her thoughts briefly flickering back to her urgent need for the bathroom this morning and the pull-ups she ended up throwing out after having another accident.


Sarah raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to Lisa's day than she was letting on, but she decided not to press, as she seemed a little distressed. "Well, you made it through the week in one piece. That's always a win," she remarked with a playful grin.


"Yeah, barely," Lisa chuckled, grateful for Sarah's light-hearted approach. "Any exciting plans for the weekend?"


The two friends engaged in some light small talk while sipping away at their favorite drinks. Discussing their respective Fridays and plans for the weekend. Sarah mentioned a new movie that was coming out and suggested they go see it together.


"That sounds like fun! I'd love to see it with you," Lisa said, genuinely looking forward to spending more time with her friend.


Sarah, ever perceptive, remembered seeing Carol was the one to drop her off. "We should look at show times later. I also noticed that your mom dropped you off today. Is everything okay with her?" she asked gently, her eyes filled with concern.


Lisa hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Should she tell Sarah about the bracelet and its wishes? Would Sarah even believe her? She knew how crazy it all sounded, and the last thing she wanted was for Sarah to think she had lost her mind.


As she debated internally, Sarah's voice broke through her thoughts. "Lisa, you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, no matter what."


Taking a deep breath, Lisa weighed her options. On one hand, keeping everything bottled up inside was taking its toll on her mental health, and she longed for someone to confide in. On the other hand, the risk of rejection and judgment was almost too much to bear.


Sarah's concerned gaze met Lisa's, and she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, Sarah would understand. Maybe she'd even believe her.


"I... I don't even know where to begin," Lisa started, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgeted with her coffee cup, unable to meet Sarah's gaze.


Sarah reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Lisa's trembling fingers. "You can tell me anything, Lisa. I'm here for you."


The words hung in the air, heavy with promise and acceptance. With a shaky breath, Lisa mustered the courage to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush.


"I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, but... but something bizarre has been happening to me lately," she began, her voice gaining strength with each word. "I... I've been making these... wishes, and they've been coming true. It's like magic or something, I don't know."


She braced herself for Sarah's reaction, steeling herself for disbelief or mockery. But to her surprise, Sarah simply nodded, her expression thoughtful.


"Go on," Sarah encouraged, her tone gentle yet unwavering.


Lisa began recounting the events of the past few days—the mysterious package, the bracelet, the note. "It grants wishes, but not in the way you'd expect," Lisa explained, trying to find the right words to describe the inexplicable nature of the bracelet's powers. "I didn't believe it at first. I only put it on in the first place because I thought it was cute, but then... things started happening."


She explained her experiences with the bracelet, from her wishing to no longer need to ride the bus and how her mom called shortly after, only to find out her mom and dad were separating. Sarah listened intently, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief at the news about Lisa's parents.


As Sarah listened to Lisa's recounting of the events surrounding the mysterious bracelet, her initial expression of shock slowly transitioned into a more skeptical demeanor. She furrowed her brows, processing the information, but there was a glimmer of concern underlying her reaction.


"I don't know, Lisa," Sarah starts cautiously, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, it's definitely... a strange coincidence, but... magic bracelets? That's a bit... out there, don't you think?"


Lisa's heart sinks as she registers Sarah's disbelief. She had hoped that confiding in her friend would provide some relief, but instead, she feels a sense of isolation deepen within her. She opens her mouth to protest, to insist that it's all true, but Sarah's next words catch her off guard.


"I'm really sorry to hear about your mom, Lisa," Sarah says, her tone softening with genuine sympathy. "That's a lot to deal with, especially on top of everything else you've been going through."


Lisa's breath catches in her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Th-thanks," Lisa manages to choke out, her voice wavering with emotion. "It's been... rough, I... I just don't know how to process what is going on right now."


Sarah nods understandingly, reaching across the table to squeeze Lisa's hand in a comforting gesture. "I can only imagine," she murmurs, her gaze filled with compassion.


As the weight of the conversation hangs heavy in the air, Lisa wrestles with the urge to divulge the full extent of the bracelet's powers. She knows it sounds absurd, even to her own ears, but a part of her longs for Sarah to believe her, to validate her and the events happening to her.


Before she can gather the courage to speak. However, a sudden pressure builds in her bladder, cutting through her thoughts with urgent intensity. Panic floods her senses as she realizes she's moments away from having another accident.


"I... I need to use the bathroom," Lisa blurted out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I'll be right back."


Sarah's concern flared anew at Lisa's abrupt announcement, her brows knitting together in worry. "Are you okay? You seem... flustered."


Lisa shook her head, her mind racing with anxiety. "I'll explain everything, I promise. Just... just give me a minute."


Without waiting for Sarah's response, Lisa rose from her seat, her heart pounding. She knew she had to do something to prove the bracelet's magic to Sarah, to make her believe. Then, suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She was about to have an accident, which meant her underwear would change into a pull-up again. She could show Sarah her underwear and then have an accident, and they'll transform. Sarah would have to believe her at that point!


"Come with me," Lisa urged, her voice tinged with urgency. "I'll show you."


Confusion flickered across Sarah's features, but she rose from her seat nonetheless, her concern for Lisa outweighing her bewilderment. "Okay?"


As they made their way to the bathroom, Lisa's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, her determination bolstered by the knowledge that she was about to reveal the truth to Sarah. She knew it wouldn't be easy, that Sarah might still doubt her even after witnessing the bracelet's magic firsthand. But she couldn't let that stop her. She had to make Sarah understand, to believe her.


Pushing open the door to the bathroom, Lisa gestured for Sarah to follow her inside. "Watch," she instructed, her voice tinged with excitement and trepidation. "I'll prove it's not just random coincidences."


Lisa's heart pounded as she led Sarah into the bathroom, her mind racing with the gravity of what she was about to reveal. She could feel Sarah's skeptical and confused gaze burning into the back of her head, but she refused to let doubt cloud her determination.


As they entered the bathroom, Lisa's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her skirt. With a deep breath, she lifted it up, exposing her panties to Sarah's bewildered gaze.


"Look," Lisa urged, her voice tight with urgency. "I'm not crazy. My underwear will turn into a pull-up if I... if I..."


Her words trailed off as panic surged through her, her bladder protesting with increasing urgency. Desperately, she tried to hold back the inevitable, her muscles straining against the overwhelming pressure.


As Lisa stood there, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of desperation and embarrassment, Sarah's expression shifted from confusion to shock.


"Lisa, what are you doing? Use the toilet!" Sarah's voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and worry as she took a step closer, reaching out as if to offer support.


"I-I'm sorry," Lisa stammered, her voice strained with effort. "I just... I need you to believe me. Please, just watch."


With a deep breath, Lisa forced herself to relax, letting go of the last shreds of control she had over her bladder. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of urine hitting the floor and pooling below her.


Nothing happened. There was no magical transformation, no pull-up appearing to save her from the humiliating accident she had just experienced. Instead, Lisa felt the warm, wet sensation spreading down her legs, the sign of the bracelet's magic taunting her. Why didn't it work?


Her eyes snapped open in horror, tears welling up as she looked down at the puddle forming at her feet. She had hoped that the bracelet's magic would somehow prove her right, but all it had done was leave her feeling stupid, foolish, and extremely embarrassed in front of her closest friend.


Sarah's gasp of shock was the only sound in the bathroom as she took in the scene before her. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, her mind struggling to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding in front of her.


"L-Lisa... what just happened?" Sarah's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with disbelief.


Lisa could only hang her head in defeat, unable to find the words to explain. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, knowing that she had proven nothing and now probably seemed even crazier to Sarah than before. Now, feeling like she had just lost all sense of reality.


"I-I'm so sorry, Sarah," Lisa choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. "I thought... I just thought if you saw it, you'd believe me about the bracelet. But I was wrong. I was so wrong."


Sarah's expression softened with genuine concern as she stepped forward, reaching out to gently touch Lisa's trembling shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "Accidents happen, you know? I mean, how many times did you help me out at the club?"


But despite Sarah's words of comfort, Lisa couldn't shake the crushing weight of her embarrassment. She felt like a total idiot for doing this on purpose in front of someone. Why didn't she think of a better way to prove the bracelet's magic?


With a shaky breath, she stepped back from the puddle to see the damage that was done. "I... I think I just need a moment," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. 


Sarah nodded understandingly, her concern etched in every line of her face. "Of course, take all the time you need. I'll be right outside if you need anything."


Sarah quietly exited the bathroom, leaving Lisa alone with her shame. Lisa sat down, wondering if she could ever face her friend again. The weight of her humiliation threatened to overwhelm her with tears. How could she even bring herself to step out and face Sarah again?


Chapter 8: Shopping

As Carol navigated the familiar streets to the store, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Lisa. She couldn't shake the worry that lingered since her daughter had started acting strangely, especially after finding those pull-ups in the trash.

Pulling into the grocery store's parking lot, Carol grabbed her list and headed inside. The store was bustling with activity, shoppers weaving in and out of aisles, their carts filled with the week's necessities.

Carol couldn't help but overhear bits of conversation from nearby shoppers as she wandered through the aisles. Seeing one little girl ask her mom to use the potty while doing a potty dance only exaggerated her thoughts about Lisa and her close calls.

Pushing her cart along, Carol collected different items on her list, her thoughts drifting back to Lisa. She had always been a bit of a worrier, but lately, it seemed like something more was weighing on her daughter.

Carol glanced down at her list, her eyes catching on the item with a question mark next to it: "Pull-ups?" She furrowed her brow, a knot of worry tightening in her stomach as she considered the implications. Should she really be contemplating buying pull-ups for Lisa? Would that be crossing a line? Would Lisa appreciate the fact she didn't have to ask?

With a sigh, Carol pushed her cart forward, weaving through the bustling aisles of the grocery store. As she passed by the baby care section, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the pull-up packages on the shelves. She scanned them, trying to match the design she vaguely remembered from the discarded pull-ups at home. There were dozens of different styles and brands. But it had to be here somewhere. The ones in the trash were rather childish, nothing like a grown-up would wear or what you could get at the pharmacy.

Carol's steps slowed as she approached the baby care section, her eyes scanning the shelves for any hint of familiarity. She felt a pang of guilt for even considering buying pull-ups for Lisa without her consent. But the worry gnawing at her heart was too strong to ignore.

She began to sift through the various packages, her eyes tracing over the different designs and sizes. None of them seemed to match what she vaguely remembered from the discarded pull-ups at home. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling lost in a sea of unfamiliar products.

"Excuse me, ma'am, can I help you find something?" a voice interrupted her thoughts. Carol looked up to see a store employee with a friendly smile.

"Oh, um, yes, I'm looking for pull-ups," Carol replied, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

The employee nodded. "Sure, what size are you looking for?"

Carol hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She didn't want to reveal too much about her daughter's situation to a stranger. "Um, I'm not exactly sure. I think for some older kids?"

The employee nodded understandingly and led Carol to a different section of the aisle, where the bedwetting pull-ups were stored. Carol's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. How had Lisa ended up needing pull-ups? Was it a medical issue? Or was there something else going on that she didn't know about?

With a heavy heart, Carol thanked the employee for the help. Staring at the package of the same pull-ups she saw in the trash, she felt torn. Should she pick them up? It seemed like Lisa was out of them at home, or at least she couldn't find any of them. Would buying them only embarrass Lisa more?

Carol shook her head, trying to push aside her growing concern. She continued down the aisles, methodically ticking off the remaining items from her list, but her mind kept returning to Lisa and the pull-ups. Maybe she should pick them up just in case? The worst case scenario is she totally misread the situation and can just return them, and the two of them will laugh about this one day.

Torn, Carol returned to the baby care aisle, selected a package that seemed to match the ones she had seen at home. Finally, with her cart filled and her list completed, Carol made her way to the checkout counter. As she waited in line, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was invading her daughter's privacy in a way she never had before. She began to unload her groceries onto the conveyor belt. But she couldn't shake feeling embarrassed for her daughter as she placed the package of overnight pull-ups on the belt. Her cheeks blushed lightly at the thought that she was buying these for her adult daughter.

As Carol finished placing the last of her items on the belt she felt her phone buzz in her purse. She fished it out and saw a message from Sarah, Lisa's close friend. The message caught her off guard, and she quickly glanced around to ensure no one was looking over her shoulder as she read it, briefly looking at the pack of pull-ups before opening the text.

"Hey Carol, wanted to give you a heads up. I'm gonna take Lisa over to my place for a bit, and then we're gonna catch a movie. So don't wait up for us, I'll drop her off at home later. Let us know if you need anything."

Carol's heart skipped a beat with relief as she read the message. She felt slightly concerned for her daughter, for not being able to get her to the doctor today; feeling she should have been more adamant about it. But it is nice to hear Lisa is getting some girl time in. Carol quickly sent a thumbs-up emoji, and paid for her items brushing off the embarrassment about buying pull-ups. She doesn't have to have a direct conversation with Lisa about them now, or at least for a little while.

Carol drove back to the apartment. On the drive, she began to think about what she should do with the pack of pull-ups. Should she leave it on the table for them to talk about when she gets home? No. That would be a bad idea, what if Sarah comes in to chat? Then, it would be on full display. What about her bedroom? Sarah wasn't likely to go in there. But what if Lisa brings back a guy? It would be a little awkward with her mom there, but it would be even worse if he saw a pack of bedwetting diapers on her bed. Then, it struck her. Duh, I can just leave them in her underwear drawer. No guy will go in there unless he is a creep, and if that's the case then they aren't meant to be anyway.

When she arrived home, Carol rushed to bring in everything. As Carol brought the groceries inside, she couldn't shake off the weight of concern that had settled in her chest since finding those pull-ups in the trash. She made multiple trips from the car to the apartment, each time feeling the pull of worry tugging at her thoughts.

Finally, with everything brought in, Carol began sorting through the bags to find the pull-ups. She located them nestled among the groceries and pulled them out, feeling a sense of apprehension. She knew she needed to talk to Lisa about them, but the right opportunity hadn't presented itself yet.

With the package of pull-ups in hand, Carol made her way towards Lisa's room. She hesitated at the doorway, her mind racing with uncertainties. How would Lisa react to finding them? Would she be upset? Embarrassed? Would she even understand why Carol had bought them?

Pushing aside her doubts, Carol stepped into Lisa's room and began searching through her stuff again, hoping to find a pack of pull-ups that were just well hidden. But no matter how hard she tried, she kept coming up empty-handed. She even pulled out the drawers to see if Lisa had hidden them behind the drawers but turned up nothing. Where was she keeping them? After a lot of rummaging, she finally gave up, opting to leave the pull-ups – tucked away in Lisa's underwear drawer. It seemed like the most discreet option, ensuring they would be there when Lisa needed them without drawing unnecessary attention.

As Carol placed the package in the drawer, her fingers brushed against something else – a small box containing a note. Curiosity piqued, she picked up the box and examined its contents. The note inside caught her eye, and she read it over carefully, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Carol muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. The idea of a magical bracelet granting wishes seemed too absurd to be true. Without giving it a second thought, she left Lisa's room in a state close to its original so as not to raise suspicion.

Chapter 9: What are Friends for?

As Lisa gingerly inspected her skirt, relief flooded her when she realized the fabric hadn't visibly betrayed her humiliating accident. With a shaky sigh, she began to peel off her wet underwear, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the mess she had made.

Not wanting to stay in urine-soaked underwear or have any way to carry them out of the bathroom without it being clearly visible, Lisa opted to dispose of the soiled garment. Lisa grabbed some paper towels, used them to dry off her legs, and tossed several on the floor to help mop up the puddle she had created. Not wanting to leave a mess for the staff to clean. She quickly used her feet to mop up the evidence of her mishap the best she could before she disposed of the soaked paper towels; luckily, they also helped to bury her underwear sitting in the trash can.

Just as she was beginning to regain some composure, a gentle knock sounded on the bathroom door, causing Lisa's heart to skip a beat, freezing her in her tracks.

"Lisa? Are you okay in there?" Sarah's voice was filled with concern, muffled by the closed door.

Lisa's heart eased with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice. Despite her mortification, she couldn't help but feel warmth at Sarah's support.

Lisa called out, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her voice was slightly hoarse from the lingering embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... just give me a minute, okay?"

There was a brief pause, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning as Sarah pushed open the door, her concerned gaze meeting Lisa's.

"I brought you something," Sarah said softly, holding out a rolled-up fabric bundle. I keep a new pack of underwear in my car for emergencies, and I thought you might appreciate a pair ."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the offering, touched by Sarah's thoughtfulness despite the situation's awkwardness. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I... I really appreciate it."

Sarah smiled sympathetically, her eyes warm with understanding. "No problem. We've all been there, right?"

As Lisa quickly changed into dry underwear, a sense of gratitude washed over her. She felt so lucky to have a friend like Sarah in her life—someone who didn't judge her for the awkward moment she had just put her friend through, someone who just so happened to be ready for something like this to happen, someone who she could talk to, to get her thoughts, fears, and secrets out to.

"Looks like you've got everything taken care of," Sarah remarked, breaking the silence as Lisa finished changing.

"Yeah, thanks to you," Lisa replied, smiling gratefully at her friend.

They stood there momentarily, the weight of the situation still hanging in the air. Lisa felt the urge to make another wish, to undo everything that had happened, but she hesitated. She remembered what happened with her mom. What unforeseen consequence would happen with a wish to undo something already done? She couldn't risk making things worse.

Sarah must have sensed her friend's turmoil because she spoke up. "Hey, why don't you come over to my place? You can take a shower and relax for a bit. Maybe it'll help clear your mind."

Lisa appreciated the offer and nodded, relieved to escape her apartment and her mom for a while. "That sounds really nice, actually. Thank you."

As they left the bathroom and headed towards the exit, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she had to be careful with the bracelet and its wishes, but she couldn't ignore the temptation to use it again. The power it held was both alluring and terrifying.

Once they were in Sarah's car, Lisa glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, feeling conflicted. She thought about wishing to undo everything that had happened, to erase the embarrassment and the mess. But something held her back. She couldn't shake the feeling that using the bracelet again would only lead to more trouble.

Sarah tried to distract Lisa from what happened. "Hey, I've done it a thousand times," she said, trying to ease Lisa's embarrassment. "Don't sweat it. We all have our moments."

Lisa nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding. She couldn't shake off the embarrassment, but Sarah's reassurance helped. "I just wish this whole thing hadn't happened," Lisa muttered, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "That was the most embarrassing thing ever."

Sarah comforted her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know it feels like a big deal now, but trust me, we'll laugh about this one day. In the meantime, let's hit the road to my place so you can get that shower. And hey, we can still go see that movie we talked about if you're up for it."

Lisa managed a weak smile, grateful for Sarah's friendship. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."

As they drove to Sarah's place, Lisa couldn't help but wonder why nothing had happened. She made a wish, just like she had done with not wanting to ride the bus. Only nothing changed. She was still embarrassed about what happened. She was still in Sarah's car, still wearing different underwear than when she started the day. She stared at the bracelet momentarily, frustrated that it refused to work how she thought it would. It didn't protect her from peeing herself; it got her mom in a separation, and now it was ignoring her. This thing is a curse!


As they arrived at Sarah's place, Lisa felt a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. The short ride had provided a small respite from the day's events, but she knew she couldn't escape them entirely. Sarah's apartment building was familiar yet unfamiliar, a place Lisa had never visited despite their close friendship.

Sarah led the way, her steps brisk as they ascended the stairs to her apartment. Lisa followed, her mind still reeling from the day's events. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging suspicion that the bracelet on her wrist was more trouble than it was worth.

Inside Sarah's apartment, Lisa took in her surroundings with curiosity. The space was cozy and inviting, filled with warmth and a comforting home scent. Sarah gestured for Lisa to make herself comfortable as she disappeared into another room, returning with a bundle of clothes moments later.

"Here you go," Sarah said, offering Lisa the clothes with a sympathetic smile. "I grabbed you some clean clothes and a towel. The bathroom's right through there."

Lisa accepted the clothes gratefully, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. "Thanks."

Once inside the bathroom, Lisa hesitated momentarily, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She paused, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of uncertainty and resignation. How had her life come to this? Soiling herself as if she couldn't control it. She never imagined herself in a situation quite like this. All of this chaos in her life, all of it because of a cursed bracelet?

Shaking off the thoughts, Lisa focused, quickly undressing until she was just in her underwear. She stared at herself in the mirror, the image reflecting back at her a stark reminder. She couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over her. She had been in this situation before, just a few days ago when she got the bracelet. She stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection looking at a wet pull-up she was wearing. Here she was again. Having had an accident, only this time, she was in underwear. The pull-up, no-where to be seen.

Just as Lisa was about to step into the shower, Sarah's voice interrupted her thoughts from outside the bathroom door. "Hey, I'm going to order some takeout. If there's anything specific you want, just text it to me. Otherwise, I'm just going to get some Chinese food."

"Sounds good! Thanks." Lisa called back, her voice brimming with gratitude.

As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, Lisa couldn't help but feel relief washing over her. The day's events seemed to fade away if only for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of peace. She was grateful for the opportunity to wash away her shameful moment, leaving it in the past.

Once she had finished showering and dried off, Lisa dressed in the clothes Sarah had left for her, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. Not only was she understanding, but she was also being overly generous. Sarah gave her a pair of brand new underwear again, a pair of sweat pants, and a large hoodie—the perfect comfort clothes to combat the stressful day she had had so far.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Sarah greeted her with a warm smile. "Feeling better?"

Lisa nodded, her spirits lifted by the comfort of her friend's presence. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Anytime, Lisa. That's what friends are for."

Lisa and Sarah settled in to enjoy their takeout, the tension of the day began to melt away. They chatted and laughed; Lisa told Sarah about her date with Craig tomorrow. Excited to be able to see him again and enjoy a nice meal with him. The comfort of their friendship eased Lisa's earlier embarrassment. Lisa felt grateful for Sarah's understanding and support, her worries about her accident and the pull-ups momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the evening.

As they finished their meal, Sarah glanced at the clock and frowned. "We should probably head out soon if we want to make it to the movie on time," she said, double-checking the time on her phone.

Lisa nodded, a sense of unease creeping back into her mind. She knew she had no way of controlling the bracelet's magic. Not yet, at least. Not wanting to embarrass herself any more than she already had, she knew she needed to use the bathroom before they left. She couldn't risk ruining Sarah's clothes or embarrassing herself again.

"I just need to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa said, trying to sound casual despite her nerves. She didn't feel the need to go, but waiting until she needed to go hasn't been working out the best for her lately. "I'll meet you by the door."

"Take your time, Lisa. We're in no rush."

As Lisa entered the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over her. She stared at herself in the mirror, the worried look in her reflection a stark reminder of the day's events. She couldn't let another accident happen, not now.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa moved herself over to the toilet and sat on it. She tried as hard as she could to relax and let herself go. She couldn't feel any sensation that it was working. It was like her body had chosen to ignore her completely now. Suddenly, she heard the splashing water and a stream running. She let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she could get through the rest of the day without further embarrassment. She knew she still had to be careful with the bracelet, especially now that its magic had been confirmed and seemed unpredictable. She couldn't risk trusting it to replace her underwear and prevent an accident.

After using the bathroom, Lisa took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing with thoughts of the bracelet and its powers. She couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for ever putting it on, for ever making those wishes. But she also knew she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was be cautious and hope for the best.

As she rejoined Sarah in the living room, Lisa forced a smile, trying to push aside her lingering worries. "Ready to go?"

Sarah nodded, standing up from the couch. "Yeah, let's go."

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really nice story so far. I love the monkey paw concept.

The only thing I found odd was, she peed her pants in the bus and it the pants stayed dry. Yes she was thinking about how this was possible, but I don't get why she didn't check her pants/panties at home. Isn't that the first thing you do after you pee your pants?

But that doesn't decrease the story's quality, keep up the good work!

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43 minutes ago, parkintochter said:

really nice story so far. I love the monkey paw concept.

The only thing I found odd was, she peed her pants in the bus and it the pants stayed dry. Yes she was thinking about how this was possible, but I don't get why she didn't check her pants/panties at home. Isn't that the first thing you do after you pee your pants?

But that doesn't decrease the story's quality, keep up the good work!

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I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. 

I totally understand that feedback, thank you! That is helpful, I don't always catch everything. Normally my partner will point things like that out, but we'll chat about it and sometimes leave it in, or they miss things too sometimes. I'm thinking once the story is 100% complete, I'm going to go back through it and fix a few of those plot points, as long as it doesn't affect how the entire story flows. 

I think my initial thought was she was writing the feeling/thought off as stress and that she had just imagined it, which is why she didn't check right away. She knew her pants were dry, so there was "no way" she actually peed. Kind of thinking, making her not think about checking her underwear. It's a bit of a stretch and I probably didn't explain that very well. 

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Chapter 10: Movies


In the movie theater lobby, Lisa and Sarah navigated through the bustling crowd of moviegoers, the scent of buttered popcorn wafting through the air. Lisa couldn't help but feel a little self-concerned about wearing sweats out in public. She normally would wear something a touch more "professional." But at least she wasn't in a pull-up or urine-soaked underwear. This was way better than what she had been dealing with these last few days.

"Two tickets for the 6:30 showing, please," Sarah told the cashier at the ticket booth. 

"IDs please," the clerk replied.

"Really?" Sarah shot back, a little confused, while pulling open her purse for her wallet.

"Yeah, the movie is rated R, and after too many underage teens sneaking in, we had to start checking all IDs. If you think this is ridiculous, you should see the look on the faces of the 50-year-olds."

"I bet. It's fine. We are both over 20, anyway. Here you go." Sarah handed the man both her and Lisa's IDs. "I mean, I guess it makes sense. It is a horror movie, after all, and if the movie lives up to reviews online, I'll be a shit-your-pants experience."

Lisa's eyes got wide at Sarah's words. Normally, she loved watching horror movies. It was one of her and Sarah's favorite activities to do together. They've seen hundreds of movies together, some of the cult classics at home and big box motion pictures in theaters on new release. Only, with everything going on, would this actually be a good idea? There were several times when Sarah had peed herself from the jump scares. It got to the point where she normally would wear a pad to the theater just in case. 

"Thanks! Will do." Sarah told the clerk as she took the tickets from him, snapping Lisa back to reality. "You okay there Lis? You look like you already saw a ghost."

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't wait for the movie to start. What do you think? Should we get snacks?" Lisa tried to act like everything was fine, picking up her pace as they walked towards the center of the lobby. 

"Uh, always! Since when don't we get snacks?" Sarah gave Lisa a slight nudge with her elbow, playfully.

Lisa and Sarah made their way to the concession stand, the enticing display of snacks and drinks beckoning them. As they got up to the counter to place their order, Lisa hesitated, her stomach churning with nerves as she debated whether to risk getting a large drink like she usually does.

"The usual ladies?" The concession clerk, John, asked them. He was used to seeing Lisa and Sarah at the theater. They've become such regulars, that he had their normal order memorized. 

"You know it, Jonny!" Sarah replied, not thinking twice about it. 

Lisa opened her mouth to protest but noticed he had already gotten a start on their drinks. Not wanting to be a bother, she just let it be. She could manage a simple movie, right? After all, it was always Sarah who peed herself at these things. Lisa hadn't had an issue once. 

"You two here for the new flick?"

"As if we'd be here for anything else." Sarah rolled her eyes lightly playfully as she leaned up against the concessions counter. 

"Fair enough. Alright, here you two are; two large drinks, a large popcorn, a salted pretzel, and nachos. Is there anything else for today?"

"Nope, you nailed it yet again."

"Great, and it looks like you two have enough points to cover it today."

"Consider it done! Thanks, Jonny! We'll see later," Sarah said, giving the counter a light smack in a lightly dramatic way before grabbing all of their goodies and handing Lisa hers. 

"Sounds good, enjoy the movie!" John waved as they walked off to the theater room.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked, concern evident in her voice as she noticed Lisa's almost shy demeanor. "Oh my gosh, I totally took over there, didn't I? I just thought we'd get the normal, you know to just chill. Did you want something else we can get something else."

"No. No. It's okay. The snacks are perfect. I'm gonna need a bite of that pretzel, though." Lisa didn't want to make a fuss about the soda. It was her favorite flavor, she just didn't want anything to happen.

"Girl, since when don't you?" they both giggled at Sarah's reply. 

The previews for upcoming movie releases were still playing as they climbed up the stairs and shimmied their way to their seats. As they settled into their seats, Lisa decided she should use the bathroom before the movie started to give her the best chance at avoiding another accident today. 

"Give me a second; I'm going to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa told Sarah as she set down her drink and snacks in her seat beside her. The lights dimmed, and the movie began to play on the big screen just as Lisa turned around to head out of the room. 

"Better hurry up. It looks like it's getting ready to start."

"Ugh!" Lisa rushed down the stairs as quickly as she could, frustrated by their timing. Normally, she would just choose to hold it until after the movie, but with how her bladder had been acting, not giving her any warnings until the last second was the last thing she needed today.

Lisa ran around the corner to the bathroom right next to their theater room and found an open stall. She quickly pulled down her narrowed sweat pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. 

"This is fucking annoying!" Lisa mumbled under her breath. She stared at the bracelet around her wrist. "You have been the worst! I wish you'd just go away. I just want things to go back to normal." Lisa knew it likely wasn't going to work, but that didn't change her frustrations with it. She finally felt her bladder release the small amount of urine that had built up on the car ride over. 

Finished, Lisa put herself back together and headed back to her seat before too much of the movie had played. Walking into the room, it was practically pitch black in comparison to the main lobby area outside of their theater. Luckily, she had the light path she could follow to get back to her seat.

"There you are," Sarah said softly as Lisa took her seat next to her friend.

"Did I miss anything?" 

"Nah, just scenic shots."


Lisa settled into her seat and began to get engrossed in the movie. Snacking on their snacks and sipping away at her drink without a second thought.


The movie was about halfway over. They had already seen the monster in the movie several times, with several jump scares sending popcorn flying in the air with loud shrieks.  At each one, Lisa looked over at Sarah to see if she kept her composure as they'd done many times before. She was totally engrossed in her normal friend time, forgetting everything that had happened recently. 

Suddenly, another jump scare! Lisa flinched at the sight. She recovered from the moment briefly afterward. Only she noticed that her groin felt warm. Shocked, she realized she was peeing herself. She didn't even feel the warning signs this time. What the heck! She sat there frozen in her seat as she felt the warmness spread towards her butt.

"Oh my gosh! That one actually got me a little." Sarah leaned over to Lisa, whispering, knowing her friend usually got a kick out of it, and they'd laugh about it after the movie. Only this time, Lisa seemed distracted. "Are you good?" 

"Uhh yeah, I'm fine." Lisa lied to her friend. She didn't want to admit that she actually wet herself again. Not when this never happens; that would only cause Sarah to worry like her mom and push her to visit a doctor. Actually, after this accident, maybe she should. There was no warning sign. Normally, she would get that last-second warning and need to rush off, but it didn't happen this time. Why!? Was there something wrong with her? 

Sarah didn't want to push the subject, especially after what had happened earlier. She knew Lisa likely had an accident, but bringing it up would only make things worse. Instead, she figured she could give Lisa her jacket to tie around her waist once the movie was over. Sarah wondered if Lisa was okay, it's not normal for her to have so many close calls. 

Lisa didn't want to talk about her accident or get up and leave, showing off her soaked pants. She tried her best to focus on the rest of the film, hoping her pants weren't as soaked as she thought they were. She tried to focus on the film, to lose herself in the story unfolding before her, but her mind kept wandering back to the cursed bracelet and the havoc it had brought into her life.


Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the movie ended. The credits rolling. Lisa and Sarah watched as everyone slowly started to shuffle out of the room. They both always stuck around until the end of the credits in case there were any last-minute scenes. They both just sat there awkwardly. Lisa tried to steal a glance at her sweatpants to see if there were any wet spots noticeable, but it was too dim to see anything. She felt her heart race with anxiety, worried to see what the damage was once she finally had to stand up.

As the credits finished rolling, Lisa was surprised to see the theater room empty, with just a few workers down at the bottom waiting for everyone to exit so they could begin cleaning. Out of time and out of options, Lisa readied herself for the most embarrassing moment of her life. Sarah got up first and removed her jacket, claiming it "was too warm" for her.

Lisa pulled out her phone and noticed there was a text from Craig.

Craig: "Hey, beautiful! I can't wait for our date tomorrow night. I got a fabulous restaurant, I'm going to take you to. So wear a nice dress. 😉"

Lisa felt her heart flutter, slightly distracted by Craig's text. She temporarily forgot the ordeal she was about to undergo when she left the theater.

Lisa: "Hey, good looking. Sorry, I just finished up at the movies with Sarah. I'm looking forward to it. Who knows, if this place is as good as you're making it sound, I might have to pack an overnight bag. 😉"

Snapping back to reality. She noticed what Sarah was trying to do, feeling suspicious. She knew Sarah wasn't actually hot. She was just trying to be a good friend. Lisa appreciated her friend's attempt to make her accident less noticeable... or at least the best they could. Lisa finally stood up. She ran her hand on her butt in a wiping motion as if to wipe something off from the seat of her pants. She was trying to see if she could feel any wet patches. Lisa's face became puzzled, as she finished standing up, wiping her butt a second time, confused.

She was completely dry. She knew she had peed; she felt the stream running into her underwear. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Are you shitting me!?" she thought. She realized that her underwear had become a pull-up again. This time, it worked; what the hell? 

"You good, Lisa?" Sarah asked, seeing her friend asking very confused.

"Um, yeah, it's nothing," Lisa didn't want to tell Sarah. Not like this, not after it failed last time. There was no way Sarah would believe her. Not with their history at the movies. 

"Do you want to use my jacket?" Sarah outstretched her hand with her jacket, looking down towards Lisa's waist, signifying that she knew about Lisa's accident. 

Lisa's face blushed at her friend's suggestion. "Thanks. But I'm good." 

Sarah looked confused. How could she be good? She clearly peed herself at that jump scare. Her face said it all. "Um, okay? No problem. Let me know if you change your mind, I guess." 

Lisa grabbed her things and started to exit the aisle. Sarah was able to get a clear view of Lisa's butt and was a little shocked to see it was completely dry. She quickly followed suit. 

Running up to catch up with Lisa in the lobby hallway outside of the theater room, Sarah whispered, "I'm going to hit the bathroom real quick to change my undies. I had a slight leak. Wanna join?"

Lisa looked at Sarah for a moment, unsure if she should take her up or not. She didn't want to stay in a wet pull-up until she got home, but changing out of it with her friend didn't sound like a good idea either. Contemplating momentarily, Lisa decided to take Sarah up on her offer. She has already told Sarah about the bracelet and the annoying pull-ups showing up. Whether or not Sarah believed her was a completely different story. Alternatively, Lisa's mom has no idea. Cleaning up here will be a thousand times easier than at home. 

"Yeah, that would be great. Do you have an extra one?" Lisa blushed, saying she was getting a third pair of underwear today.

"Sadly, no. But you can just go commando. Or I can give you the extra I brought for myself if that makes you uncomfortable."

Lisa's heart sank. What was she going to do now? She admitted to wanting to get changed, so Sarah knew she had an accident, but she didn't have anything else to wear. Lisa hated the thought of going without underwear or, worse, taking Sarah's last pair. At least going without underwear beat the pull-up. Besides, the sweatpants were really comfortable. 

"No, it's okay. I can't do that."

They both entered the lady's room; luckily, no one else was in there, which made sense; it was already nine at night. They each went into a stall. Lisa wasted no time in getting her pants off to remove the pull-up. As she slid it down her legs, she felt how heavy it was already. The thing was soaked! If she had gone any more, it likely would have leaked. She heard Sarah flush the toilet in the stall next to her. 

Lisa began to panic as she slid back up her sweatpants. She had to leave the stall before Sarah. Otherwise, Sarah would see the pull-up. Yeah, Lisa wanted Sarah to see it earlier, but that was to prove the magic. Now if Sarah saw it, she might think Lisa just put it on before they left for the movie. 

Lisa rushed out of the stall and started to speed walk to the trash bin. Just as she got there, Sarah exited her stall. Lisa threw the pull-up into the trash as fast as she could. But it was too late. Sarah saw the childish garment in her hand as she went to put it in the bin. Lisa quickly hid the pull-up under some of the paper towels and then went over to the sink to wash up. 

Sarah considered asking Lisa about it but opted to wait. She could tell Lisa wasn't ready for some playful teasing. Instead, she walked up to her and washed her hands. 

As they left the movie theater, Sarah led the way to her car, chatting about the movie and other random topics. Lisa tried to engage in the conversation, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the embarrassment of wetting herself in the theater and having to deal with the pull-up. The thought of going home without underwear made her feel vulnerable.

When they reached Sarah's car, Lisa hesitated before getting in. She glanced around, hoping her mom wouldn't be awake when she got home. The idea of facing her after another embarrassing incident was too much to bear.

As Sarah started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed since that bracelet had appeared. What had started as a cute accessory and a joke quickly turned into a nightmare, with even the simplest of daily activities turning into opportunities for chaos and humiliation.

Despite everything, Lisa felt a sense of gratitude towards Sarah. Her friend had been there for her through it all today, offering support when she needed it most. As they drove through the quiet streets towards Lisa's apartment, she knew she was lucky to have someone like Sarah in her life. 

When they arrived at Lisa's apartment building, Sarah parked the car and turned to Lisa. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Lisa forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for everything, Sarah. You're the best."

Sarah smiled back and embraced Lisa. "Anytime, Lis. Just remember, I'm always here for you."

***Back at Sarah's apartment***

It was a long day. Sarah was happy she got to spend so much time with Lisa, but this had to be one of the weirdest days she ever spent with her friend. Exhausted, Sarah went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She got undressed, and as she went to place her clothes in the laundry basket, she spotted Lisa's clothes from earlier. Sarah recalled how she gave Lisa a new pair of underwear after her shower. But for some reason, she can't see them here. Where did Lisa put them when she changed into that pull-up?

After searching for a few minutes and coming up completely empty-handed, Sarah had given up and figured Lisa likely had enough time to calm down after her accident that she could ask. Sarah pulled out her phone and texted Lisa. 

Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?"


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Chapter 11: Why are these here!?

Lisa walked into her apartment. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed. She prayed her mom was already asleep. Luck was not on her side.

"Hey Sweetie! How was your day?" Carol called from the living room as Lisa walked through the door. 

Lisa hung her head. She did not have the energy to deal with her mom. "It was good. Sarah and I just hung out and went to a movie."

"That sounds like it was fun!" Carol got up from the couch to greet her daughter at the door. She wanted to warn Lisa about the pull-ups she bought, but she got distracted by seeing Lisa in different clothes than when they left this morning. "Those look comfy," she said.

"Yeah, I borrowed them from Sarah. I wanted to wear something more comfortable while chilling. Not to mention, a skirt gets cold in the evening in a movie theater. " Lisa blushed, recalling her accident at the coffee shop; not wanting to relive the moment, she lied to her mom about why she wore these instead of her original outfit. 

"Lis, can I chat with you about something?" Carol's expression became one of concern. She wanted to talk with her daughter about her accidents and the pull-ups she saw. She knew Lisa needed to visit a doctor if she hadn't already. 

"Not right now, Mom. It's been a long day. Can we chat in the morning? I honestly just want to shower and go to bed." Lisa turned and started to shuffle her way to her bedroom to get a change of clothes for sleeping.

"Uh... yeah. I guess that's okay." Carol's energy deflated. She felt slightly ignored and more like a nuisance. 

Lisa walked into her bedroom, went to her closet, and pulled out her softest and most comfortable nightgown, wanting to get a good night's sleep. She had a date with Craig tomorrow and wanted to be well-rested. The movie was fun but also super draining. Lisa ended up staying up much later than she wanted to. She wanted to be asleep by nine, but that's when the movie ended.

Lisa shuffled over to her dresser to grab a fresh pair of undies. She pulled it open, grabbed a pair, and closed the draw. As Lisa went to step toward the bathroom, she froze. She thought she saw something strange in the drawer. She quickly turned back around and opened up her underwear drawer. Sure enough, her eyes didn't play tricks on her.

Lisa's heart pounded with frustration. She quickly grabbed the foreign object and stormed out to the living room. 

"MOM! What the hell is this?!" Lisa yelled at her mom, holding a package of girl's bedwetting pull-ups. 

"They're pull-ups?" Carol replied sheepishly. "I think they are the same brand that you've been wearing. Did I get the wrong ones?"

"What?" Lisa felt confused. "No, I don't wear pull-ups. What are you talking about?" Lisa felt her blood boiling. Yeah, she has been wearing pull-ups, but not by choice. They've just been magically showing up. It's not like she would ever be willing to wear something so childish and embarrassing.

"But I saw them in the trash this morning." Carol wanted to defend herself. She knew Lisa was wearing them, and she could have warned Lisa if she had let her talk to her. 

Lisa stood there speechless. She thought she had gotten the trash out before her mom had seen it. Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but she knew she had nothing. If her mom already saw them, then what was she going to do? There was nothing she could do to hide it. She could try and lie her way out of it, but she couldn't think of anything. 

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just trying to help. I told you I wanted to support you the best I could. I knew you didn't have a way to get to the store, and frankly, what adult woman would want to buy pull-ups for bedwetting and ride the bus back with them?" Carol approached Lisa and placed a loving hand on her daughter's arm. 

"I appreciate the thought, Mom, but I don't need pull-ups." Lisa pulled her arm away from her mom, furious that her mom would go this far without talking with her first. 

"I know you don't want anyone to know about this, dear, so I'll just leave you be about it. I just thought you'd want a new pack. I couldn't find the original one anywhere, so I just assumed you ran out this morning." Carol's heart broke at Lisa's response. She was just trying to be helpful. She's always been there for Lisa, so why should something affecting Lisa so much be any different? 

"Wait! You went through my stuff?!" Lisa felt a wave of betrayal. What if her mom found the note about the bracelet? Would she make the connection that she caused her marriage issues? All just because she was tired of riding the bus. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mom! You can't do that. This is my apartment."

"I know, dear. I just..." Lisa, filled with anger, cut off Carol.

"Just nothing! You know what, Mom!? It's been a shitty day. I'm so done. I'm going to shower and go to bed WITHOUT a pull-up." Lisa tossed the package towards her mom. "I don't need them, okay? We can chat more in the morning." Lisa turned around and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm sorry," Carol whispered under her breath, tears streaming down her face. 

Lisa sank to the floor, with her back against the bathroom door. Her emotions finally reached their breaking point for the day. She had peed herself in front of her best friend, she peed herself at the movies for the first time in her life, and now she just yelled at her mom for trying to help. She wanted to know where it all went wrong but already knew the answer. It was the damn bracelet, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Frustrated, Lise began trying to rip the thing off of her gain. It refused to budge. Only adding to her anger. She started smacking it, tears flooding down her face. "Come off, come off. Why won't you just come off?" she whispered to herself. Defeated, she let her hand fall to her side as she stared at the bathroom ceiling. Her wrist rubbed raw from her efforts to remove the cursed jewelry. 

Suddenly, Lisa felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw a text from Sarah.

Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?"

"Fuck! What am I going to do? They're gone. They turned into that stupid pull-up."

Lisa felt stuck. She didn't have an answer. Sarah wouldn't believe her if she told her they became a pull-up. That didn't work. She couldn't say she kept them; otherwise, why would she go home without underwear?

Lisa: "Sorry, my clumsy ass managed to rip them somehow when I took them off. I ended up throwing them out. I'll get you a new pair, I promise!"

"Really? That's the best you can come up with. She is never going to buy that. I'm screwed."

Sarah: "Hey, no worries. Happens all the time. I honestly buy these things dirt cheap, so it happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. Have a good night."

"She bought that?"

Lisa: "Thanks, Sarah, for today. I promise I'll be less weird the next time we meet."

Sarah: "Don't sweat it. It was still fun today."

With one matter taken care of, Lisa still wanted to be frustrated at her mom. She couldn't believe her mom would do such a thing, but on the other hand, what should she expect? Her mom was just being a mom. After sitting there for a few moments, Lisa got up from the floor and went to the bathroom counter to set aside her clothes. She stripped and took a shower, hoping to wash away the day's junk. 

She stood in the shower for twenty to thirty minutes, enjoying the hot, steamy water washing away all her worries. Finally, she left the shower and used the toilet, happy that she got some urine out before bed. Getting dressed in her softest nightgown and comfortable underwear, Lisa left the bathroom, looking forward to a better tomorrow. 

Feeling guilty about the argument, Lisa went over to the couch to confront her mom. She wanted to apologize for the way she acted. But she saw her mom had her back towards her and looked sound asleep. Not wanting to make things worse for the night, Lisa opted to just chat with her again in the morning. It wasn't worth the additional stress on her mom. 


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Short chapter today. Her life is becoming more interesting. Though she should try and lay off her mom some. She was just trying to help her daughter. Least she wasn't being judgemental. 

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58 minutes ago, Kaiko-chan said:

Short chapter today. Her life is becoming more interesting. Though she should try and lay off her mom some. She was just trying to help her daughter. Least she wasn't being judgemental. 

It is a little short, but the next chapter is double the length at 3,300 words, and the one following is another 2,200 so some of the upcoming ones a little longer. 

This last chapter also had a bit more weight to it, so didn't want to go to heavy on it, especially given it's the end of the day for them both. 

I think you might like the next chapter, they both have some more time to chat, and bond lightly in the chapter. 

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Chapter 12: Morning Surprise


Lisa lay in her bed; her room was cold still from the night's sleep. Her bed was so warm, cozy, and inviting. It basically spoke to her to stay in bed all day. She knew she couldn't, but what would be the harm in another five minutes? Stretching lazily, she reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand, only to recoil as she slightly exposed her legs to the cold air. She felt the breeze on her skin; it was chilling. But it was chilling in a different way. 

Lisa tried to brush it off, and adjusted her blanket, but she noticed the feeling didn't go away. It felt like she was damp. "What the...?" Lisa's heart sank as she realized what had happened. This was the first morning she woke up without a screaming need to pee. Her eyes got huge in shock. She pulled back the covers to reveal the evidence of her accident.

"No, no, no!" Lisa's frustration boiled over as she stared at the wet fabric surrounding her. She had completely soaked her bed. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. It's been years since she last wet the bed, so far back she couldn't remember. "You have got to be shitting me," she spoke slowly, lifting up her wrist to look at the bracelet. "You did this, didn't you?" she asked the  Bracelet as if it were alive. 

With a heavy sigh, Lisa swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling defeated before the day began. She glanced down at her wrist, where the cursed bracelet sparkled innocently, mocking her with its twisted power.

"I hate you," Lisa muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with bitterness as she reached to unclasp the bracelet from her wrist. But, as always, it remained stubbornly in place, refusing to yield to her desperate attempts to rid herself of its cursed influence.

Grimacing with frustration, Lisa set about cleaning up the mess and changing her sheets. She stripped the bed, tossing the soiled sheets into a pile in the corner of the room. "This is so embarrassing." Lisa couldn't help but give herself a facepalm. "I've got to get this thing figured out. The pull-up didn't show up again, so there has to be something causing it to appear." Lisa felt stumped. She didn't know why her underwear turned into a pull-up sometimes, yet yesterday at the coffee shop, and now this morning, they didn't.

Lisa opened her dresser drawer to get some new underwear for the day. As she reached for a pair, she noticed the large open space where the package of pull-ups were. Her heart sank as she thought about last night and the conversation with her mom. She just yelled at her mom about not needing them, and yet she peed her bed. Maybe her mom was right in getting them for her, but she wasn't about to admit that.

Lisa grabbed herself a clean pair of underwear, leaving only one left. "I really need to get laundry done." Lisa looked back at her pile of soaked bedding. "Well, if I wasn't going to do it before, I sure am now." She sighed reflecting on how wild these last few days had been. She needed to get this thing under control, before she did something she couldn't recover from.

Lisa cracked open her bedroom door, trying to see if she could hear her mom. 

"Please don't be awake."

Lisa couldn't tell. It seemed like the coast was clear. With her clothes in hand, she quietly snuck out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. If her mom was asleep she didn't want to wake her. The last thing Lisa wanted to deal with was talking to her mom about bed-wetting issues. 

Carol heard Lisa open her door. She wanted to greet her this morning and apologize for last night. She hoped that Lisa had a chance to calm down and wasn't so flustered. She turned the corner and looked down the hallway. Lisa had her back toward her, closing her door slowly. Carol was about to say something when she noticed Lisa was trying to be sneaky. Narrowing her eyes, she saw Lisa's current state.

"Oh my. She is having nighttime trouble. Her nightgown is soaked. Now I feel worse. She likely wouldn't have felt so self-conscious about wearing one last night if she had gotten them herself." Carol wanted to go and reassure her daughter. She could only imagine how embarrassed she must be. "... I... should probably just give her some space. Let her get cleaned up first. I'm sure she'll ask for the pull-ups again if she really wants them, but just to be safe, I'll offer to take them back to the store today after breakfast." Carol ducked back into the kitchen. She kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert Lisa that she was awake.

Lisa turned around, tip-toeing her way toward the bathroom. She was grateful she was going to be able to get in there without her mom seeing her. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door just as quietly as she did her bedroom. "Thank God! I didn't wake her". Lisa felt a wave of relief hit her. She quickly began her morning routine, not wanting to be in her gross pajamas any longer than she had to. 

Lisa felt refreshed as she stepped out of the steaming shower. She knew she had a busy day ahead of her. She needed to get laundry done so she could have more clean underwear, she needed to figure out how the stupid bracelet worked with the pull-ups, and she had her date with Craig later tonight.

"Shit! I have a date with Craig. How am I going to get everything done?  I can't experiment with peeing myself to get the pull-ups to show up with my mom around... ugh! why does everything have to be so hard!" Lisa got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She would mainly be lounging around the house until she met up with Craig, so she wanted to be cozy while taking care of the apartment.


Craig: "Morning, beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight."

Craig's message put a smile on Lisa's face. She really liked this guy. He was such a charmer. She felt like she might have met the perfect guy for her. Now, if only she was confident she wouldn't blow it because of this weird magic that's been affecting her life. 

"Should I call off our date until I get this thing figured out?" Lisa stared at the Bracelet. "That might be never." She knew she had no way to tell how long it would affect her life. If she folded now, there was a chance it would never go away. If Craig really was the one for her, then he would be open to her, no matter what. "I mean, what's the worst that happens? He finds me in a wet pull-up?" The thought sent a shiver down her spine. "That's...fine... plenty of women pee themselves." She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't working. The more she thought about the situation, the worse she felt.

Lisa: "Can't wait! I got the perfect dress for tonight. 😉" She hit send before she could talk herself out of going on a date.

"What did I just do?" 

Lisa gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom and grabbed the basket she used to collect the clothes for laundry day. Feeling relaxed and glad her mom hadn't caught her, Lisa opened the bathroom door and entered her bedroom to collect the soaked bedding. She felt her mom wouldn't have had any idea about what was happening, so she would be safe to go about without any issues.  Lisa entered the kitchen to see her mom had already cooked breakfast. 

"Wow, this is amazing. Thanks mom." Lisa felt warmed by her mother's gesture. She didn't expect anything from her, outside of the occasional ride here and there. She honestly thought after the conversation they had last night, that her mom would have given her the cold shoulder or something.

"It's my pleasure, darling. I told you, while I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to make the best of it." Carol smiled. She wanted to help out Lisa. She knew having bladder issues this early in life must have been incredibly hard. She didn't want to be a burden, and if she could help by simply cooking a meal, she would. "Is there anything I could help you with today?"

"This is perfect! I could ask her to run some errands, and then she'll be out of my hair while I experiment. But, what do I have her do?"

"Umm... I need to get some laundry done. The dryer in my unit is broken, so if you could take my clothes to the laundry mat and get them dried, that would be great!" Lisa felt bad about lying to her mom about the dryer, but it was the easiest thing she could do to get her out of the house. "I have a date with Craig later tonight, so I won't be home for dinner... Or the night." Lisa blushed slightly with a playful smile. "So don't wait up for me."

"Oh?!" Carol hadn't heard much about Craig other than he seemed like a good guy. She knew they had been dating for a while, but it still seemed strange to her. Hearing that her adult daughter was going to spend the night at another man's house. She felt like she would never be ready for Lisa to be grown-up. Seeing her run her own life and have her own relationships still felt weird to her.

"Umm... Yeah, I can do that for you. Do you want to pop your load into the wash before we sit for breakfast?"

"Oh, yeah. That's a good idea." Lisa was grateful her mom took the bait. Now, she could focus on getting this magic pull-up thing figured out, and then she could go on her date worry-free. She quickly tossed her soaked laundry into the washing machine first; she didn't want to give her mom any chance to find out about the experiments she was planning. Nor did she want her to realize she was just piling lies on top of lies to her mom.

Lisa returned to the dining table, where she got lost in thought while eating breakfast with her mom."How am I going to test this thing?" Lisa was playing with the bracelet around her wrist."I mean I can drink a ton of water and stuff, but without getting any signs that I need to go, I won't know when to try. Plus, my bladder can hold a lot, so this might take forever. I could make a wish... but that hasn't been working out in my favor, and I don't even know what I did to get to this point." Lisa couldn't help but flash back to Thursday, the ride home on the bus, desperate to pee, and making the stupid wish. "I wonder if there is something I can do to increase my need to pee, without magic? Doctors, I bet, know of something." Lisa pulled out her phone and did a quick internet search. "What can make you pee more often"

Nothing good came up on the results. She just saw symptoms. Things like UTIs, or drinking caffeine. She was already drinking a coffee with breakfast, but there had to be some type of medicine that doctors use. She changed her search "What medicine makes you pee"

"Jackpot! Diuretics. I wonder if I can get those delivered?" 

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Carol asked, seeing her daughter engrossed in her phone. She could see a concentrated look on Lisa's face mixed with confusion. It was as if Lisa was trying to understand something, but Carol had no clue as to what it was.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I just needed to look something up real quick." Lisa was caught off guard by her mom's question. She set her phone aside on the table and took another sip of her coffee. She hoped the coffee would help in her plans. She didn't intend to be rude toward her mom; she just needed a solution, and she needed one soon. 

"Okay?" Carol didn't quite buy what Lisa was telling her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lisa was hiding something. "While I'm out, can I pick you up anything from the store?"

Lisa's eyes widened. She didn't want to tell her mom about the diuretics; she had intended to order them using a grocery delivery service. "I don't think so. I won't be around much today and just need a ride home from work tomorrow." Lisa didn't want her mom anywhere around her as she tried to understand the magic that was currently affecting her. "I'm bringing an overnight bag with me. Craig is going to give me a ride to work in the morning. So just getting laundry done honestly would be a huge help, I only got one pair of underwear left, which I'm bringing with me." 

"I can do that. Do you need me to pick you up some more? I was thinking I could take those nighttime underwear back to the store and get a refund for them. So it wouldn't be an inconvenience." Carol might have known that Lisa had an accident last night, but she didn't want to bring any attention to it. She hoped Lisa would be willing to open up about her struggles.

Lisa blushed, thinking about the state she had woken up in this morning. "Nah, it's okay. Don't worry about returning that 'nighttime underwear' either. You don't have to take it back if you don't want to." Lisa didn't want them, but if she wanted to experiment properly, having a few variables would help her better understand the magic affecting her. 

"Are you sure? I really don't mind. I'm going to be out anyway." Carol tried to act surprised. She was glad to hear Lisa suggest keeping them, even if she wouldn't come out straight and ask for them to stay.

"Yeah, seriously, don't worry about it. Where did you put them anyway?" Lisa wanted to act as casually as possible. She had a feeling her mom was catching on, but there was no way she would openly admit that she wanted her mom to leave them. Admitting she might actually need them would be the most embarrassing thing. 

"I left them leaning up against the couch." Carol wanted to leave them where Lisa could have easily grabbed one last night. She knew Lisa likely wouldn't, but giving her daughter the chance made the most sense.

"Oh, okay, great. Thanks," Lisa got up from the table and quickly cleaned up after breakfast. Just as she got the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the washer machine shut off. She rushed over and placed the load into a basket for her mom to take. "Okay, mom, laundry is ready for you." Lisa wanted to get her mom out of the house as soon as possible. She kept getting a notification from her grocery delivery service on updates to her order and how far out it was. 

"Oh? You don't want to wash the rest of your clothes here?" Carol was a little put-off. She felt that Lisa wanted her out of the house as soon as possible, but she had no idea why. They seemed to be getting along fine this morning, so what was the rush? 

"Umm... I don't want to hold you up. Besides, I got a ton of... stuff I need to work on here." Lisa realized how her actions might have seemed. She wanted her mom out, but even she knew she was acting weird. 

"Um.. okay, I guess I'll get ready then." Carol felt a little hurt. She wanted to help her daughter, but this wasn't how she thought it would go. 

"Thanks, mom. You're the best." Lisa didn't want to hurt her mom, but she was running out of time. The tracker on her phone said the person would be here in 5 minutes. She took the basket of laundry out to her mom's car, walking with her, as she rushed her to leave. "Do you need anything else?" Lisa asked, she was clearly distracted.

"I don't think so unless you changed your mind about the nighttime underwear?" Carol wanted to check one last time. She didn't want Lisa to keep them if she really didn't want to.

"Umm..." Lisa felt trapped. She didn't want to admit to wanting to keep them. But she also needed them, so telling her mom to take them back out only make things more complicated. "Yeah, don't sweat it, I can donate it at work, we are doing a kids drive for like a foster home" Lisa knew she was lying, but at this point she was willing to do anything to get out of this awkward conversation.

"Oh! That's nice of you. Should I pick up some more then?" Carol wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but she did know her company did things like that, and she had no problem getting some extra stuff to make those kids life easier. Besides, the size was way too big for most of the kids that might need them. 

"No!" Lisa practically shouted. She was already embarrassed that her mom had bought a pack in the first place. "I mean, don't worry about it; I already gave a bunch of stuff last week," Lisa blushed at this point. Her lie was going to backfire on her, she knew it, but that didn't matter; she could always come up with other excuses and give a donation if it helped her story.

"Oh. Okay, well I guess if you don't need anything else, I'll be on my way then." Carol was shocked by Lisa's reaction. She wasn't normally someone who would shy away from giving more things away. It was pretty clear at this point that she was hiding something, but they had already ended things last night on a bad foot, starting the next day on one, when she wasn't likely to see her for the rest of the day, sounded like a bad idea. So, she decided not to push the subject any further. 

"Yeah, I'm good, I'll see you tomorrow" Lisa quickly slinked back into her apartment, avoiding making eye contact with her mom. She felt horrible treating her mom this way, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. Lisa snuck over to the window, and watched as her mom drove off. 

Lisa let out a huge sigh of relief. She was grateful her mom was quick. It was perfect timing, too; within moments of her mom driving off, Lisa got a notification notifying her that her driver was there. She stepped away from the window and went to meet the driver out in the parking lot when she heard a knock at the door. It was her order.

"Thank you!" She grabbed the items from the driver, giving him a small $5 tip for picking her up a set of unconventional items: a bottle of diuretics and a new pack of women's underwear. She closed the door and leaned up against it. 

"I can't believe I'm about to do this." Lisa was nervous at the thought of intentionally peeing herself repeatedly just to see what would happen. The idea sounded like the most idiotic thing, but what other option did she have? Placing another wish could just make things worse. She had a date tonight, and if she didn't have at least some idea of how this thing worked, she would risk looking like a fool in front of Craig and a restaurant full of fancy people. 


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Wow.  She is going to end up in a not so good spot on the date, have to rush to the potty every few minutes, and a wet bed at Craig’s house, not going to end well with three people questioning her bathroom troubles…. Great work on keeping the transition slow… really enjoying the story. 

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Chapter 13: Experiments

"This is stupid. I've lost my mind." Lisa held the two diuretic pills in her hand, with a cup of coffee in the other. "I can't believe I am about to do this to myself." She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, and then in one quick motion swallowed the two pills along with the remainder of her coffee.

"Okay, here we go I guess." Lisa went over to the table, pulled out a notepad, and pen. She knew in order for her to fully understand how this magic worked, she'd need to take notes on what the different outcomes were. 

"Let's see, I guess first up is..." She looked back down at her waist to confirm what she was wearing. 

* Shorts + Undies:

She wrote on the piece of paper. Starting to create a bulleted list to keep track of everything.

"Let's see, then I guess we need to confirm what happened yesterday.

* Skirt + Undies:

* Dress + Undies

* Jeans + Undies:

* Yoga pants + Undies:

"Shoot, I don't know if I'll have enough time to test all of these." Lisa looked at the clock and saw it was already 10 am. Her date was in 8 hours; would that be enough time to test everything, get ready, and arrive at the restaurant on time?

She tore off the list of scenarios, and set it aside, opting to streamline her list to the most important items. 

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies:

* Jeans + Pull-up:

"There, that should at least get me through today, and tomorrow." She stood up from the table feeling slightly proud of herself for coming up with the highest priority items first, then it dawned on her that she was already wearing shorts, it would be a waste to no include them on the list. "Fine, one more."

* Shorts + Undies:

She grabbed the list, and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a caffeinated soda from the fridge. The sooner she had to pee the better. She chugged it down semi-quickly and filled up a water bottle. 

"I am so going to regret this." Lisa was worried about what she was doing. Having accidents over the last few days was already humiliating, but now she was setting herself up to do it several times in a row intentionally. It was like she was asking to be humiliated. But she knew that if she couldn't get this solved, it was only going to keep ruining her personal life and, if she wasn't careful, the lives of those around her. 

Lisa retrieved a small decorative water fountain she got from a Christmas gift exchange from her closet and retreated to the bathroom. She plugged in the fountain, allowing the slight sound of water to begin flowing. She hoped the sound and the fact she was in the bathroom would help her feel the need to go more often so she could get through her rounds of testing. 

With no urges present yet, Lisa made her way back to her bedroom, and grabbed a few outfits for her experiments. She grabbed a cute sundress, the pack of underwear, the pull-ups, and two pairs of jeans, just in case she managed to wet one of them. She hoped that she would just wet them. At least then it would be consistent, then she could talk to a doctor about getting some help.

Lisa set the clothes over on the bathroom counter as she entered the shower ready to make her first attempt. She didn't have any urges to pee yet, but she also hadn't gone at all this morning besides when she was sleeping, so now was her chance. Given that she already had a full cup of coffee and that soda, there had to be something in there by now. 

She focused as hard as she could to get her bladder to let go. She couldn't tell if it was working or not. Then she suddenly felt it, her groin area started to feel wet. Lisa quickly looked down to see if her underwear had changed into the pull-up like it had done so many times before. 

To her dismay, they didn't, she saw a large wet spot growing between her legs, going only a short distance, as it reached the end of the leg holes. Lisa felt both relieved and frustrated. She was happy her underwear didn't change into a pull-up, but frustrated not understanding why. 

She stepped out of the shower and removed her wet clothes; stepping towards the counter, she pulled out her piece of paper.

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies:

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

"Well, I guess that solves that question. But now, I need to see if it'll happen with my jeans. It has worked on sweatpants and my suit, so it should. But I was also around other people, so this should give me some idea as to whether it's what I am wearing or if it's where I am wearing it." Lisa tried to approach the subject with a sense of discovery, like some sort of detective. She had to solve this mystery. Otherwise, she risked making a fool of herself while at Craig's tonight. 

She took a few large swigs of water as she put on a fresh pair of underwear and jeans. She felt like it was going to take a little bit before the water made it's way to her bladder, along with the rest of the soda, so Lisa decided she could make herself another coffee, and watch a little TV to try and relax. 

Lisa sat on the couch, sipping away at her coffee, fitting in large gulps of water in between, trying to rush the process and force her body to pee again. She had only watched one episode of the latest drama before she made her way back to the bathroom shower to try round two. As she walked toward the bathroom, she took note of the time; 11:30, she had already lost an hour and a half; she only had 6 hours and 30 minutes until she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. 

"I might be able to get through the main ones I need to today. I've already lost an hour and half, and still have four more experiments to try. If I can manage to pee now, that'll leave me with three left. If each one takes an hour and I half, I'll be done in four and a half hours. That should work perfectly."

Lisa stepped into the shower again, it was time to see if it had to do with her clothes, or if it was where she was peeing. She focused her efforts on her bladder again, trying to get it to release, even though she couldn't tell how full it was. She managed to let go a lot easier then when she first tried, feeling a warmth and dampness spread in her groin area. Lisa opened her eyes, and looked down at her pants to see if they were getting wet, or if the pull-up showed up this time. 

"Yes!" Lisa shouted, her pants remained dry. She was starting to get some clues to how this thing worked. But, the celebration was short-lived, as she realized that not only was she down another pair of underwear now, but she also was wearing a Child's training garment. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the shower removed her jeans, and pulled off the soaked pull-up. It was rather heavy, clearly getting close to its limit. Lisa tossed the soiled pull-up in the trash and proceeded to change into her next outfit. This time, she wanted to know what would happen in a dress. 

She took off her shirt, replaced her underwear, and put on the dress. It was a casual sundress, but definitely over the top for just chilling at home. She didn't have much of an option though, she needed to wait for her bladder to fill up again before she could try again. Before she left the bathroom, she marked down her results on the piece of paper she brought in with her to keep track of everything.

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

Lisa knew another coffee would be pushing her luck. Having three already so early in the day would likely make for a rough night. Instead, she refilled her water bottle and grabbed another soda, chugging it down quickly and returning to the couch for another round of shows. 


Lisa got a little caught up in the moment watching her shows, completely forgetting to check on the time or about her experiments as she watched the latest drama, getting sucked into the show, not wanting to miss a moment as the next episode started playing automatically. 

Suddenly, in the middle of her third episode, she felt her bladder scream at her, breaking her from her trance of show-watching.

"Shit!" She shot up off the couch and ran toward the bathroom, briefly looking at the clock, seeing that it was already 2:30; she managed to lose track of time for three hours. Just as she closed the bathroom door, she felt she was too late, she wasn't able to make it to the shower in time, she stubbled forward getting in another step or two, but the splashing sound her urine made as it hit the tile floor in the bathroom, was enough of a sound to tell her it was already too late. 

Lisa held her head in shame. She was trying to pee herself, but she wanted to do it on her terms. This wasn't what she had in mind. 

"Shit... only have time for one more try. Then I have to get ready. I guess I should try the dress with a Pull-up. I need to know if that'll at least work if I go out in dresses later." Lisa knew she was low on time, but after confirming that pants would create a pull-up, or at least jeans would, but dresses wouldn't got her wondering, what would happen if she wore some form of pants under her dress or skirt. Would that work?

Not wanting to waste more time, than she already had, Lisa quickly removed her soaked underwear, tossing them into the dirty laundry pile, along with her shorts and other underwear from earlier. She opened up the package of pull-ups her mom had bought, staring at them briefly, hating the thought that she was about to willingly put one on. 

She didn't want to make a mistake like she did before, so this time, she set a timer on her phone for 90 minutes. She was determined to finish this last experiment before she had to get ready. She took several more gulps of water, hoping it would reach her bladder before her timer went off, giving her a chance to ensure the pull-ups would stick around if she did need to start wearing them.

Lisa didn't want to get distracted again, so instead of watching TV again, she opted to start getting things ready for tonight. She grabbed a backpack from her closet, putting in a few things she would need for the night and for the next morning, including a new pair of clothes. She opted to go for pants, she felt they were likely to be the safest move for now until she figured out what other options she had. She only wanted to wear a dress if she had to, unless the pull-up thing worked out, but even then, it would have to depend on the dress. 

The low cut on the back of her dress she was planning on wearing tonight would have risked showing off the pull-up; instead of risking it, she'd rather wear underwear. At least if those got shown off, it might be considered a little sexy. The thought made her feel a little warm on the inside. A little maturity after all that had happened so far this week. She was a little bummed out that most of her underwear was gone now, in the laundry with her mom, meaning she didn't have a matching set.

Lisa placed a nightgown into the bag as well, just in case she had a chance to change into it before going to sleep. She wanted everything to look perfect for their date tonight, as she setup her makeup to do after her shower and getting cleaned up. There was no way she was going to let anything ruin her night with Craig. They both had crazy schedules, so finding a time to go out for a date felt like mission impossible, but they managed to land on tonight, even though Lisa had work the next morning, it was worth it. 

Time practically flew by as Lisa got ready, before she knew it, her phone alarm was going off. She was startled for a brief moment, after getting caught up in getting ready. She got up and went into the bathroom, stood in the shower, and tried to let go of her bladder. She stood there, focusing as hard as she could, but nothing was happening. 

"Come on! This isn't fair" Lisa was frustrated about the situation. She waited an hour and half like she did the first time this morning, but nothing happened. "Ugh! I don't have time for this." Frustrated, Lisa stripped down so she could take a shower and get the urine off of her from the different experiments she did.


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Chapter 14: Getting Ready

Lisa stepped out of the shower, she was happy to be clean again after peeing herself twice in the day. She was annoyed that her last attempt didn't seem to work, but she was running out of time and needed to start getting ready for her date. Her makeup, and hair would take a moment to get perfect.

As she dried herself off, her eyes caught a glimpse of the pull-ups on the counter. "Should I try again while I get ready?" the thought almost sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined herself forgetting to take it off and having people at the restaurant laugh at her while she sat down to eat dinner with Craig. She knew it was a bad idea, but she needed answers. 

Lisa looked at the list she left on the counter next to the pull-ups. She realized she never marked down the results of the dress with underwear. She grabbed her pen and updated the list.

* Dress + Undies: No Pull-up

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

"Fuck... I have to at least try for one more time." Lisa hated the situation she was in. She only had 2 hours left before she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. She knew it would be a 20-minute drive, so realistically she only had an hour and a half if she wanted to account for the time it took for the ride-share car to arrive. 

Lisa slid on the still dry pull-up she was wearing before she took the shower, threw on her sun dress again, and headed toward her bedroom to finish getting ready. She worked on her makeup, making sure each detail was perfect, next was her hair, time was slowly ticking by as she worked on making herself look perfect for the evening. She wanted to look drop-dead gorgeous. She didn't have too many occasions in her life where she could dress up like this, but she also knew Craig lived at a slightly higher life style than she was used to as well.

Craig was extremely successful in his industry. She had no idea how much he made, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in the upper class when it came to income. The reviews and the restaurant website spoke volumes to that. From what Lisa could tell doing research online, the place had a six-month waiting list. You couldn't get in this place unless you planned ahead, or knew someone, and as far as Lisa could tell, it was because Craig knew someone.

Looking in the mirror in her bedroom, Lisa closely inspected her hair, and makeup, ensuring it was just the way she wanted it for this evening. "Perfect!" Lisa was satisfied with the progress she had made. She looked up at the clock. She only had 40 minutes left before she needed to be picked up. Lisa pulled out her phone and scheduled a pickup to arrive in 35 minutes, giving them a buffer incase they hit traffic, and to give the app enough time to find a driver. 

Lisa stood up, and was about to remove her sundress when she remembered. She still had to try the experiment again. To see what would happen if she tried to pee herself while wearing the pull-up and in a dress, what would happen? She assumed that the pull-up would just stay there and soak up the accident, but she had to be sure. If it could change her underwear into a pull-up, what would stop it from turning a pull-up into underwear? Was the magic truly a curse, and actually instead of protecting her, would it intentionally humiliate her?

Lisa walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower; she felt her heart racing out of her chest. She was so nervous to intentionally try and pee inside of a child's potty training garment. The idea sounded crazy, and the fact she was about to do it on purpose only made things worse. 

Lisa closed her eyes, focusing as hard as she could on releasing her bladder, hoping to pee herself now before she was out on her date. At least having an empty bladder would help save her, she would just need to be mindful to use it again before they left the restaurant and before she fell asleep. If she could do that, she should be safe from embarrassment, right?

Lisa felt the pull-up starting to sag and swell up. She opened her eyes and had a huge smile on her face as she moved her dress around lightly, trying to see if she was leaking or if the urine was running down her legs. She was shocked to see neither was happening; the pull-up seemed to have stayed and absorbed the urine. Lisa lifted up her dress to confirm. Seeing the soaked garment made Lisa feel giddy. As much as she hated being in pull-ups, she hated peeing herself like a child even more. 

"Yes! Finally" Lisa felt she was starting to gain an understanding on how the magic affecting her and her life worked. She stepped out of her shower with a bit of pep in her step as she walked over to the counter excited to write down the results on her piece of paper tracking everything.

* Dress + Undies: No Pull-up

* Dress + Pull-up: No change

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

Lisa knew she would have to do several more experiments before she could say for sure she knew how the magic already affecting her life had worked. 


Lisa looked over at her phone; she saw a text from Craig, a notification from the ride-share app, and the time. She only had 20 minutes left until she needed to be in the car and on the road. She unlocked her phone to read the notifications.

Craig: "See you soon beautiful. 😘"

Her eyes, then caught a glimpse of the ride-share notification before she could even fully register how warm Craig's message made her feel.

"Driver canceled, finding new driver"

Lisa felt frustrated. She intentionally requested the ride ahead of time so this wouldn't happen, and now it looked like she was going to be late if she couldn't get a new driver soon. Rolling her eyes, she opened the app and went to look at what other options she might have. She was about to contact support, or try another one of the apps hoping that would work fast, but then she remembered she still needed to get changed. 

"Ugh! Not now, not today. Why can't things just go my way." Then it hit her, she did have a magical bracelet. When she wished she didn't need to take the bus, her mom offered to drive her around. Lisa didn't want her mom to drive her, not this time. She initially paid for a nicer car to drive her to her date. But that didn't mean she couldn't make a wish. 

Lisa knew she needed to get a move on, the longer she waited, the more likely it was she was going to be late. She wasn't sold on the idea of using a wish, not yet. She wanted to wait until this got a little closer, see if maybe the universe would just work itself out and she wouldn't need to. Still in the bathroom, she slid off the pull-up, tossing it in the trash, grabbed her extra clothes back into her bedroom, and tossed them on her bed as she grabbed the dress she picked out for the evening. 

It was a beautiful red dress, with a v-cut on the back, stopping just above her tailbone, leaving most of her back fully exposed. She wasn't going to be able to wear a bra with this dress, but that was fine with her. This dress was all about showing off for Craig. The shoulder straps were no wider than 3 inches, leaving her arms and shoulders just as exposed as her back. The dress had a slightly more modest front; the neckline was just enough to show off some cleavage without being too deep and exposing. She wanted sexy but with taste, and felt this dress was the perfect fit. 

Lisa slipped on a pair of the sexiest underwear she had left, which at this point was just a solid black pair of silky panties. She stepped into her dress, making sure she had it fitted perfectly in place, not accidentally exposing herself in any unintended or inappropriate way. She hadn't worn the dress all that much, but each time she did put it on, felt shocked as to how well it still fit her, and how good she looked in it. She paid some attention to her figure, but never obsessed over it, and somehow it always worked out in her favor. 

Satisfied with the look, she slipped on her heels, checking herself once again now wearing her heels. Making sure that her underwear wasn't on full display for everyone to see. The only person she hoped would be seeing those tonight was Craig. Lisa grabbed her bag she prepped. It wasn't a sexy purse; she wished it was. Instead, she had to go for a slightly more backpack style. It would cover a part of her back, taking away from the look, but some people might still find it attractive. The bag was clearly meant to be more of a fashion bag. It couldn't fit a lot, but she really just needed it to cover the morning.

Lisa pulled out her phone, hoping to see the ride-share was there, or close to arriving. Instead, she saw the time was up; she was already at her 5-minute window, only having 25 minutes to get to the restaurant on time, with no driver on their way. No one accepted the ride. 

"Ugh! This is so unfair!" She paused for a moment, she knew she had to make a wish if she wanted to get there on time, but she had to be careful. She didn't want the wish to ruin someone else's life, like what happened to her mother. She cared so much for people that the very thought had her wanting to swear off ever placing another wish again, stuck with the reality she was in. 

"It's okay... This shouldn't back fire..." She was so worried to say her wish. She got in this place because of making wishes she didn't even know about, and the one she did intend to place, either didn't work, or made things worse. "I wish I wasn't late" Lisa closed her eyes, worried at what repercussions might take place with such a simple wish.


Confused, Lisa opened her eyes and looked at her phone. Apparently, a driver accepted the ride, and they must have been right around the corner, because they were already outside her apartment.

"I really hope this doesn't backfire." Lisa couldn't think of a way this could go wrong, but to be fair, she didn't expect a wish about not needing to ride the bus would result in her mom getting separated from her dad.



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Chapter 15: Ride-Share


Lisa walked up to the car. It was completely spotless, solid white, and worth more than 3 times her annual income. Normally, she wouldn't spend this much on a ride-share, but it was a 15-minute ride and was to one of the fanciest places in town. This was no ordinary ride for her; it was a carriage ride to meet her shining prince. 

"Wow! I take it you are Lisa?" The driver stood outside of his car, ready to open the door to the backseat for his passenger like a true chauffeur would. Lisa blushed slightly at his remark. She knew she looked good, and seeing this older gentleman stunned made her feel special. 

"That I am." Lisa walked up as the man opened the car door. 

"Well, might I say your date tonight, is one lucky guy." The man smiled as he closed the door behind her as he stepped into the driver side of the car, getting ready to drive his passenger to her destination. 

"Thanks. He is quite the guy himself." Lisa smiled from the backseat. 

"I'd say so. I took my wife to this restaurant a few years back for our 40th anniversary. It's quite the place. You are in for one great treat and night." The man checked his phone to confirm the location as he buckled up and started driving towards the restaurant. 

Lisa was shocked to hear the man had been married for so long. Most of the people she knew nowadays seemed like they didn't believe in marriage. Most of the families she knew growing up had their parents divorced, none of them even remotely close to 40 years!

"Congratulations! 40 years is impressive," Lisa complimented the man, semi-curious as to how he managed to have a relationship for that long.

"Why thank you. It hasn't always been easy, especially lately... We... had a few rough years for a while there... But things are starting to look a lot better now." The man kept on driving, already a few minutes in. They would soon be arriving at her destination. He looked like a pained memory had crossed his mind.

"I'm sorry to hear. But I'm glad things are starting to turn around and get better." Lisa moved some of her hair out of her face, pushing it back behind her ear to expose the earring she was wearing while simultaneously flashing the bracelet in the rearview mirror. The man's eyes widened, seeing the bracelet Lisa was wearing. He couldn't believe his eyes, but he also knew better than to say anything about it.

"That's some beautiful jewelry you have there, miss. Did your boyfriend get those for you?" The man wanted to see if he could get some information out of her without being too obvious. If the bracelet was what he thought it was, it spelled bad news for her, for her boyfriend, and for anyone who came in contact with her.

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I got these earrings from my mom." Lisa didn't even think about the bracelet. It wasn't very common for men to ask about accessories, and if they did, it usually was just a compliment or trying to find out where they could get something similar for their wives.

"What about the bracelet?" He didn't want to make it clear he knew something, but he had to make sure it was indeed the bracelet. He thought that the thing was finally out of their lives, but here it was again. Lisa was a little shocked someone would ask about it. 

"Oh, um, this thing? I don't know where it came from. I just randomly got it in the mail one day." Lisa knew he likely didn't really care, and realistically, even if she did know where it came from, she would never tell anyone, not after the chaos it caused in her life.

"Ah, I see..." The man knew he didn't have much time left. They were just around the corner at this point, with only a few more blocks, and it would be too late to say anything. He wasn't sure if he should say something in the first place. Maybe it wasn't a curse after all. This young lady seemed like she was doing well for herself. She looked stunning, had a successful boyfriend by the appearance of things, and seemed happy. If it was bringing someone happiness, then that's what matters. Besides, everything it did to them appeared to have finally gone away. Did he really want to risk bringing that evil thing back into his life?

"You have arrived," His phone spoke as he slowly approached the restaurant. 

The driver had gotten lost thinking about the bracelet. He nearly missed pulling off the road to let Lisa out. He quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road near the entrance to the restaurant. 

"Here we are, my darling." The man turned on his four-way, exited the car, and rushed over to open the door for Lisa. All the while, the internal battle continued. Should he tell her he knows about the bracelet? It's been a few years since they managed to get the damned thing out of their lives. Sure, it brought them prosperity, but it also cost them everything.

"Thank you for the ride. It was very nice chatting with you." Lisa grabbed the man's hand for support as she stepped out of his car with her bag. 

"The pleasure was all mine, my dear. I hope your date goes well tonight." The man thought for a moment about offering his number to her in case she wanted a ride home or if she needed to chat about the bracelet later. "Here, take my number, just in case you need a ride back." the man handed her his business card. As much as he didn't want to deal with that evil bracelet again, he knew giving her the option to reach out if she needed it was the least he could do, given he and his wife played a part in it, eventually ending up in her hands. 

"Frank..." Lisa tried reading his last name but didn't want to butcher pronouncing it. "It was a pleasure; I appreciate it. Hopefully, I won't be needing a ride back tonight." Lisa smiled as she placed the card in her bag. "Okay, wish me luck!" She shook the man's hand. 

"I don't need to, darling; you have all the wishing power you need." Frank didn't want to make it completely apparent he knew, but he felt he had to drop a hint. His handshake was gentle, but his face was serious. Lisa noticed the look on his face, slightly concerned by what he meant. but before she could say anything, he stepped away and got back in his car while ushering Lisa toward the restaurant. Lisa walked up to the table and spoke to the hostess. 

"Hi, I believe my date is already here. Table for Craig Stevenson." Lisa felt nervous asking about their table. She had never been to such a fancy place before. Typically, this dress was saved for weddings or large social gatherings for work where she needed to network, and dressing in something like this meant she might be able to make some more beneficial contacts. 

"Let's see... Stevenson... Ah Yes! Here he is! Right this way, ma'am." The hostess guided Lisa over to the table Craig was already sitting at. As soon as he saw her approach, he quickly stood up from his chair. He was dressed in a fancy-looking suit without a tie. He looked incredible and devilishly handsome, so much so that the other well-dressed men in the restaurant practically looked like a bunch of chumps in comparison. 

Craig's eyes were wide, and Lisa was able to see that he was slightly nervous when he saw her. His reaction made her feel like a million dollars. To make him feel that way made her feel special as if she were the only woman in the world for him. Everything about the bracelet, her experiments, the pull-ups, her mom, all of it disappeared as she walked up to her chair. 

"You weren't kidding about the dress" Craig stood up from his chair, clearly flustered by Lisa's attire. Craig stepped over to her chair, pulling it out for her to take a seat. Lisa took off her bag and handed it to Craig. He slung it on the back of her chair. 

"You look gorgeous." Craig was awe-struck as he pushed her chair in for her, getting her in a comfortable spot as they sat to enjoy their date with each other. 

"Thank you." Lisa was already enjoying herself. She had a huge smile as she felt like a total princess in this moment. Craig stepped back around to his chair, taking his seat as Lisa and he pulled up their menus. 

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Chapter 16: Dinner Date


Lisa couldn't believe how delicious the food was. She had never been to a restaurant this nice before. She always thought the idea of getting a reservation months, if not years, in advance always seemed like a crazy idea. Why wait so long for something so small yet so expensive? But after this experience, where she didn't have to pay or go through the work of booking the reservation, she finally understood why Craig picked here of all places and why Frank thought they would be having a good night.

She couldn't believe they had already finished dinner and were awaiting dessert options. She managed to go this whole time without having her bladder suddenly attack her. Maybe the diuretics had worn off already? Or perhaps it was the wine slowly dehydrating her. But that didn't really matter. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she would be close to a breaking point. 

"I'll be right back. I need to run off to the girl's room." Lisa stood up from their table. She hated cutting off their conversation, but she didn't want to take any chances and ruin their evening. But, as she stood up, she slightly tripped, losing her balance and needing to use the table for support.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" Craig jumped up from his chair, rushing over to try and catch Lisa, but she was already stable. He was enjoying their evening together, the first time they'd had a real date in what felt like weeks. Sure, they went out earlier last week, but that was more of a coffee date vs. a night like tonight.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy, is all. Must have had too much to drink." Lisa laughed at herself, trying to brush off the slightly awkward situation taking place. She wasn't entirely sure what the cause was; she only had two glasses of wine, and there was no way that was enough to get her tipsy already. Not when she and Sarah could go several rounds before they got drunk when they went out partying a few times. 

"Might be worth drinking some more water when you get back? You might be dehydrated," Craig suggested while looking at her untouched glass of water. Normally, two glasses wouldn't be nearly enough to have this kind of an effect, but what's the worst that could happen by drinking a little extra water? 

"Maybe. But I'm fine, really." Lisa straightened herself out and walked over to the lady's room. She still had no signs telling her she had to pee. But the last thing she wanted to have happen was for her to pee herself in her stunning dress on the car ride back to his place. The thought filled her with dread. If something like that were to happen, she was sure he would dump her on the spot. 

"Thank you!" Lisa was excited to see there were no other ladies in the bathroom. Normally, she wouldn't care all that much, but no one there meant that no one could hold up the stalls. Lisa made her way to the nearest one and tried her best to release her bladder. She sat there for a while, trying as hard as she could, but only managed to get a small trickle out. Not nearly as much as she had hoped. The good news, at least, was that if it was this small of an amount, the chances of her having to rush when they got to his place would be pretty low. Disappointed but content, Lisa returned to her table with Craig. 

"Welcome back." Craig smiled at Lisa. Even though Craig was successful by most people's standards, already serving as a C-suite executive at a local company that has reached across the globe. He still had trouble making small talk. He never wanted to ignore people, but that comes at the cost of being awkward at moments. 

"Thanks for waiting. This place is lovely, Craig. You have a knack for picking the best spots." Lisa sat in her seat, rejoining Craig at the table. She noticed that a water pitcher was added to their table while she was gone. As much as she didn't want to drink more fluids, she also knew she likely was dehydrated. She might have drank a lot while doing the experiments, but she peed just as much during them as well. Plus, diuretics get rid of excess water, meaning her body likely didn't absorb most of what she drank. 

"I'm glad you like it. I wanted tonight to be special. How was everything?" Craig smiled. He wasn't sure if it was too much, just a little over the top. However, it seemed like Lisa was comfortable and enjoying herself, which brought him a sense of relief.

"Perfect, as always. You know, I was just thinking about last week at your place. It was nice, just the two of us, no distractions." Lisa looked around, taking in the beauty of the restaurant and also noticing how many people were there. She was confident she wouldn't have an accident, but suggesting more... intimate locations moving on might save her from extreme embarrassment.

"Yeah, I enjoyed that too. Sometimes, the best dates are the simple ones." Craig nodded in agreement. "But tonight, I thought we deserved a bit of... elegance." A smile spread across his face. He wanted to treat Lisa, and this seemed like the perfect place to do so.

"Are you saying my cooking isn't elegant? Lisa teased him. She wanted to see him slightly squirm, see how he might try to backtrack, and continue to test his sense of humor to ensure they both could have a good time together in each other's company. 

"Not at all! Your cooking is amazing." Craig laughed nervously. He hadn't meant to offend. Luckily, it looked like she wasn't taking it too seriously, which was good. "I just meant a change of scenery. I mean, no one wants to spend all their time over at my place. It's too boring. Plus, I wanted to see you in that dress you mentioned."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Executive." Lisa blushed at the thought Craig wanted to see her in her formal dress. She never thought of her self as being super attractive, even when she went out of her way like she did tonight, she thought of herself as a seven out of ten at best. But Frank and Craig were acting like she was a solid ten.

"Yeah, but is it working?" Craig leaned in closer to Lisa, trying to entice her. See if she was actually enjoying herself as much as he hoped she was.

"Maybe. Let's see how dessert goes." Lisa smiled, leaning back in her chair. Lisa knew he didn't think of himself as a smooth talker or someone who was great at small talk. But seeing how he was with her, she was sure it had to be some type of a bluff. He was amazing. 

Craig grinned at her remark. "Speaking of dessert, I ordered something special. I hope you like chocolate." He already knew it was one of her favorite desserts, so this was going to be a knockout. 

Lisa's eyes lit up with excitement. "You know I do. Now I'm curious. What did you order?" She hadn't had a chance to see their dessert menu. She saw a few images online when she looked up the place, but everything was so photo-perfect that there was no way to fully tell what they were or what was all in them. 

"It's a surprise. Besides, I want to hear more about your week. Anything new or exciting happen?"

Lisa felt her heart skip a beat as her thoughts drifted towards the Bracelet. There was no way she was ready to tell him about that. Her own best friend didn't believe her. If she told him, he would think she was crazy and dump her or something. 


"It was good. Busy, but in a good way. We wrapped up a big project at work, so that was satisfying. And I had time to catch up with some friends yesterday." Lisa blushed slightly, recalling how she peed herself in front of Sarah and then again at the movies. She shouldn't have mentioned that. "Oh my gosh, I hope my face isn't showing anything. WHY did I have to say that?"  "What about you? How's the corporate world treating you?" She wanted to change the topic off of her as fast as she could. Sure, he wasn't likely to find out about the accident, but the more she thought about it, the more awkward she would get over the course of their date.

Craig leaned back in his chair. He hated talking about work. He felt that was all his life was about. But he also knew he had to open up about his life if he wanted a true relationship. "Busy as usual. We have a major merger in the works, so that's been consuming most of my time. But it's exciting, in a way. Keeps me on my toes."

"Always the overachiever." Lisa teased with a smile across her face. She couldn't believe how much he had been able to accomplish and still do as if it was an average Tuesday.

"Guilty as charged." Craig shrugged. "But I promise, I'm all yours tonight. No business talk, just us." He had already turned his phone off completely. He didn't want anything to distract him from his night out.

"I like the sound of that." Lisa smiled. She knew how busy his life could be. There were a few times they had to end their dates early because of it. That was what happened last week when they were over at his place. She wanted to stay the night but wasn't too sure. Then the phone rang and helped her make up her mind as he got pulled back into work. 

Craig reached across the table to take her hand. "So, after dessert, back to my place? I was thinking we could open a bottle of that wine you like."

Lisa squeezed his hand in return. "That sounds perfect. Maybe we can put on that movie we didn't finish last time? Maybe cuddle up on the couch, grab a warm blanket."

Craig nodded. "Absolutely. But no promises I'll stay awake through the whole thing." Craig laughed lightly. He wasn't a very good night owl, more of an early bird.

Lisa laughed along with him. "Well, if you fall asleep, I'll have to find some way to wake you up." Lisa smiled, giving him a flirtatious look. 

Craig raised an eyebrow, interested to see where things might lead tonight. "Now that sounds intriguing." A grin spread across his face at the prospect of having a good time with Lisa later on in the night. 

"You'll just have to wait and see." Lisa grinned, pleased with herself for calling back to what he had said to her about dessert. 

The waiter arrived with their dessert, a beautiful plated chocolate fondant with fresh berries and a dollop of vanilla ice cream. It was plated in such a way that it looked more like a piece of art than something they would eat.

"Your dessert, as requested. Enjoy." The waiter placed the dish between the two of them for them to share.

"Ah, thank you," Craig spoke to the waiter. He was always kind to the serving staff, even if they made a mistake. He knew their jobs were hard and was grateful he wasn't stuck needing to do them. He always left a hefty tip, wanting to show his gratitude for the service. 

Craig turned to Lisa, picking up his fork to enjoy his first bite."To a perfect evening."

"To us." Lisa raised her fork to join him in ending their magical night at the restaurant. She still couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten.

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Chapter 17: Staying the night

Lisa couldn't believe how delicious the dessert was. She had never been to a restaurant this nice before. She had no idea how much the bill was, Criag had handed them his card before she had a chance to see. But based on the evening, it had to be expensive. 

They walked out of the restaurant, and while waiting for the valet to bring over Criag's car, Lisa couldn't help herself. "You know, we didn't have to go to such a nice place. I would have been happy just going over to your place and watching a movie" She didn't want to downplay how nice the evening was, but she also didn't care about fancy things. She just wanted to spend time with him.

"I know, and that's what we are going to do next. But how else was I supposed to get you to wear such a nice dress?" Craig smiled at her. He didn't really care either way, but after dating for a little while now, he wanted to do something special for her. 

The valet finally arrived with Craig's car. Lisa loved his car; it was the most comfortable and fancy car she had ever ridden in. Even Frank's wasn't nearly as nice. But, Craig's was only a two-seater vs. Frank's, which was an SUV. As usual, Craig was a true gentleman, opening the car door for Lisa. Lisa returned her thanks with a playful curtsy.

The car ride was peaceful at first, the city lights flickering past in a soft blur. They chatted about the restaurant's impressive menu and their favorite dishes, comparing them to the best food they ever had. Lisa was shocked to hear about some of the places Craig has been able to visit and enjoy eating at. It was as if he had already lived several lifetimes worth of journeys.

Just as they passed a familiar park, about five minutes from Craig's place, Lisa felt the uncomfortable pressure in her bladder. She tried to ignore it, but the urgency was just as strong as it always had been. She crossed her legs tightly, hoping to stave off the discomfort.

"I knew drinking that water would be a bad idea. Why didn't I try to go before we left?" Lisa felt like an idiot. She had done so well throughout the day, only suffering from one accident, and managed to use the toilet in the middle of dinner. But now she was trapped in a car, with no escape, no pull-up to save her, and no magic to get her out of the situation. At least, not without another wish.

She glanced over at Craig, who was blissfully unaware of her predicament, focused on the road ahead. Embarrassment welled up inside her at the thought of admitting her need, but the alternative was far worse.

"Craig," she started hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I really need to pee."

Craig turned his head, concern evident in his eyes. "Oh, no problem. We're almost there," he reassured her, picking up speed slightly. "Can you hold on for a few more minutes?"

Lisa considered her options. Should she tell him about the accidents lately? Or that she was worried about not being able to hold it in long enough?  She wasn't entirely sure if she could hold it the five minutes. She squirmed in her seat, her anxiety growing with each passing second. Her hands now pressed firmly between her legs, pressing her red dress down between them. Anything to help. 

"I wish I could, at least this one time. Normally, when I have to go this bad, I can't hold it very long." She admitted to Craig she felt like she was about to burst, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt the pressure ease up just a little. She was still desperate for relief, but now she wondered if she could manage. The streets seemed to stretch out endlessly before them, the traffic lights conspiring to turn red at the most inconvenient moments.

Craig's expression softened as he glanced at Lisa, his eyes filled with understanding. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "We'll get there as soon as we can. Just try to hang on a little longer."

Lisa nodded, though the pressure in her bladder felt unbearable. Each red light seemed to mock her, dragging out the minutes painfully. She shifted in her seat again, biting her lip to stifle a whimper. Craig's car, normally a comfortable place, now felt like a prison on wheels.

"Maybe we should have taken the shortcut," Craig mused aloud, his fingers drumming anxiously on the steering wheel. Lisa didn't respond, too focused on her internal struggle to form coherent words. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the discomfort to subside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they turned onto Craig's street. Relief was almost within reach. Lisa's heart pounded in anticipation, every fiber of her being concentrated on making it just a few moments longer.

Craig pulled into his driveway and quickly stopped the car. Lisa barely waited for the engine to shut off before she scrambled out, her movements frantic. Craig hurried out of the car, getting ahead of her to unlock the door to his place.

"There, you okay?" he spoke, unlocking the door as swiftly as possible. Lisa dashed inside the moment the door was open, heading straight for the bathroom. She threw the door closed behind her, the urgency reaching a critical peak. She was grateful she managed to make it to the toilet on time without an accident, but as she threw down her underwear sitting on the toilet, a horrifying thought crossed her mind.

"Shit... Did I just make a wish? Is that why I was able to make it, and the pressure eased up? FUCK! I need to stop doing that."

The relief was heavenly. She was so happy she didn't embarrass herself as she had done in front of Sarah. A sudden realization hit her. Maybe she can use wishes to save her from having accidents? It worked this time, right? Maybe it could work again.

As Lisa sat on the toilet, her head spun with a mix of relief and frustration. The stream of urine flowed out of her, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for the immediate relief. But the gravity of her careless wish weighed heavily on her mind. This wasn't the first time she had used a wish for something stupid, and each time it bit her in the butt, messing with her life, and those around her.

She finished up, washed her hands, and took a moment to collect herself before leaving the bathroom. Craig was waiting just outside, he had a concerned look on his face, clearly worried about her.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching her face.

Lisa nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good now. Sorry about that. I just really needed to go."

Craig chuckled, relief washing over his features. "No need to apologize. I'm just glad you made it."

Lisa smiled, but inside, her thoughts churned. She needed to find a way to get ahold of her bladder. Each wish felt like a mistake, but she kept using them without giving it a second thought. She thought she was finally paying attention back when she wished not to be late, but now. After such a simple and stupid wish, she began wondering how many others like it she made. 

They settled into Craig's cozy living room, the evening taking on a more relaxed and intimate vibe. Craig put on a movie, and they cuddled up on the couch, Lisa leaning into the warmth of his embrace. Despite the comfortable setting, her mind kept drifting back to her situation. Having all of these accidents, these close calls. It was only a matter of time before she slipped up and had an accident in front of him. What would he think? Would he still love her? Could she even get through this?

"Craig," she began hesitantly, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he replied, his attention entirely on her.

"What would you do... if you had a secret that could affect a relationship? Like, nothing that was too bad, just super embarrassing. Would you tell the person you're dating? Would you tell me?" Lisa could feel his heart rate increase. It was obvious she made him feel slightly uncomfortable. "You know what. Never mind. Forget I said anything." Lisa felt like she had just made a huge mistake and wasn't sure if she would be able to backtrack it.

Craig frowned slightly, concerned about her words. "It's hard to say. If it's something I feel could affect the relationship, Yeah, I would tell you. But... I think I might put it off until I knew we were solid. I'm not really sure. I guess it kind of depends. But! If you aren't comfortable sharing yet, that's fine."

"It's not that, it's just..." Lisa didn't want him to think she didn't care for him or that she didn't trust him. Their relationship has been completely magical so far, and the bracelet wasn't even a part of it. But, admitting she was peeing her pants like a toddler was humiliating. She wasn't sure if he would stick around if he knew she was having so many issues. Issues that, as far as she could tell, were out of her control, and the bracelet likely wasn't going to help. 

"It's okay, really. Don't worry about it. Just take your time, and when you're ready, we can talk. Okay?" Craig wasn't sure what was up, but he had a feeling it might have been related to her nearly peeing herself in his car. She said something about how normally she couldn't make it, which would imply that this kind of thing had happened before.

Lisa couldn't believe how understanding Craig was. He didn't even know what the issue was, but he was willing to give her space to share when she felt comfortable. What more could a girl ask for, especially around something so humiliating in her life?

"Thank you, Craig," Lisa smiled softly as she cuddled back up in Craig's arms on the couch. "You're amazing, you know that?" Lisa's heart felt some relief from all the stress she'd been going through. Having an understanding boyfriend who didn't seem eager to judge her, make fun of her, or pressure her into spilling the beans meant the world.

"Not nearly as amazing as you." Craig wrapped his arm around Lisa, comforting her. He knew she had been going through a lot. He didn't know everything that was affecting her and her life, but he knew it was a lot. Hearing about her parents was bad enough. Tack that on top of everything else must have been like the world was crashing down around her. "Just know that I'm here for you, alright? I'm not going to let anything happen."

"I know. It's just... There are some things you can't fix or help with. Some stuff I just need to work through." Lisa felt reassured, hearing that Craig was so willing to help her out and be a part of her life. But bringing him into this mess with the bracelet, with her accidents, with the magic pull-ups, her mom, all of it would be too much for anyone to handle. Besides, trying to bring in her best friend only left her looking like an idiot.

"I get that. But I do love you, and if I can help, I want to. Whatever you need." Craig didn't want her to push him away. The last thing she needed was to push people away. He also knew he had the resources to help. Whether it was a rental car or therapy, he could arrange for those services to help her through this tough time until everything settled down.

Lisa didn't reply. She was already exhausted from her experiments earlier this morning. She didn't want to think about her problems anymore. She just wanted to cuddle up to her boyfriend and enjoy the rest of their movie. Craig noticed her contentment and decided to drop the subject for now. He knew she would come to him if she needed something. Just right now wasn't the time for that. Now, they would just be a couple enjoying a movie.


The movie was finally over. Craig somehow stayed awake for the whole thing.

"Not as bad as I thought it could be." Craig wasn't normally a big fan of movies like this. But it was something Lisa wanted to watch, and he figured it would be a good way to spend their time together. Besides, maybe it would help put her in a good mood. 

Craig, was a little confused that Lisa hadn't replied. Looking down at her, he saw she was completely passed out. He didn't want to wake her, but he also didn't want to leave her on the couch. As quietly and carefully as he could, he slid out from under her. He managed to be able to do so successfully without waking her. 

Sneaking off to the master bedroom, he pulled out a pillow, and pulled back the blanket. Walking out to the living room, he placed his pillow at the head of the couch and then slowly and carefully reached to pick Lisa up. He wanted her to have the bed, so she could get a good nights rest. She had work the next morning, and he was going to drive her in giving her a little break from all the chaos that's been going on. Craig was a little shocked as Lisa wrapped her arms around him. 

"Hey, there. I'm just moving you to the bed so you can get some real sleep. I'll be out on the couch if you need anything, okay?" Craig didn't want to make things awkward for them and figured this was the safest route, having them sleep in two different areas. 

"I thought you were supposed to be the one that fell asleep." Lisa grinned, looking up at him. She appeared more awake than a moment ago when they were on the couch.

"Did you  pretend to be asleep so I'd pick you up and carry you to bed?" Craig was shocked at her sneaky, clever behavior.

"I told you I'd keep you awake, didn't I?" Lisa leaned up and kissed him on the neck, wrapping her arms around his neck, making it easier for her to get to his lips. 

"You sneaky girl." Craig smiled back at her, clearly excited by her little rouse. He kissed her back and carried her off to his bedroom.


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Chapter 18: He Does Care


Lisa awoke slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the soft morning light filtering through Craig's curtains. She stretched lazily, a small smile playing on her lips as she remembered the previous night. It was a perfect night, and the ending was the best part. She couldn't remember the last time she had that much fun. Her smile faltered, however, as she shifted and felt a dampness beneath her. Panic surged through her. She couldn't believe it happened again—she had wet the bed.

Lisa sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. She looked at the bed to get a sense of the damage. It was bad. There was a large wet spot on the sheets, and there was no way she could pass it off as she sweated through the night. Not only that but she could feel the wetness of her nightgown clinging to her skin. Her mind raced, mortified she didn't know what to do. How could she let this happen? She had gone through the whole day managing to avoid accidents, and now this. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought of Craig discovering what she had done.

Lisa glanced around the room, trying to think quickly. Craig wasn't in bed anymore. There was a chance that her accident had only recently taken place and he hadn't seen it yet, or so she hoped. She needed to clean this up before he noticed. Moving as quietly as possible, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the master bathroom connected to the bedroom to clean herself up.

Lisa saw a note sitting on the bathroom counter next to the sink. There was a fresh towel, and her change of clothes for the day. "Did I bring these in here last night, or was that him?" Lisa wasn't sure if she had gotten prepped for the next day, or if it was a gesture from Craig. Either way, she was nervous to read the note.

"Morning Beautiful!

I'm not sure what's going on. But I want you to know that I love you. There's no need to be embarrassed about what happened. I'll have my normal cleaner take care of the bed. It's no big deal.

Enjoy your fresh, hot shower. When you get out, I'll have breakfast ready.

We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm here for you either way.

Love you with all my heart,


Lisa's face started to burn bright red from embarrassment. She couldn't believe he saw that. She wasn't sure if his gesture was loving or if it was awkward. She didn't want to face him. Not after peeing in his bed. "How could he act so calm and cute about this? I wet the bed like I was five or something. How could he even want to face me again? How can I face him ever again? I thought peeing in front of Sarah was embarrassing; this is humiliating." Lisa's thoughts got the best of her. She was panicking, unsure what to do. She still needed to get showered off and ready for work. 

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She knew she had to face Craig, no matter how mortified she felt. The longer she avoided him, the more awkward it would become. With trembling hands, she turned on the shower, letting the sound of the running water soothe her nerves.

As she stood under the warm spray, Lisa tried to gather her thoughts. Craig's note had been so sweet and understanding. Despite her embarrassment, she felt loved and cared for. Maybe this wouldn't ruin everything after all? She reminded herself that Craig had been nothing but supportive and loving. A total gentleman through everything. He showed compassion when she was on the verge of wetting herself on the car ride over to his place. 

After her shower, Lisa quickly dressed in the clothes laid out next to the sink: a pair of slacks, blue underwear, a matching bra, a teal blouse, and a sleek jacket to match the slacks. She took a moment to appreciate his thoughtful gesture, staring at the note he left for her. She felt herself blush slightly. She couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. Despite what happened, he stayed around the next morning. He wasn't a sleazy guy who just wanted to get the girl in bed and then ditch them. He truly cared. With one last deep breath, she opened the bathroom door, briefly staring at the large wet spot still on the bed. She didn't want to face Craig, but what choice did she have? He was still home, and he would see her trying to slip out if she tried making a run for it. besides, he was supposed to be her ride to work today. 

Taking a deep breath, she left the bedroom heading towards the kitchen, where she could hear Craig bustling around. Craig turned and smiled warmly as she entered the kitchen. "Good morning, beautiful," he greeted her, his tone light and cheerful. "Breakfast is almost ready."

Lisa forced a smile, her heart pounding. "Morning," she replied softly, unsure how to act after what happened, and full well knowing that he saw it.

Craig seemed to sense her hesitation. He set down the spatula he was holding and walked over to her, standing by the kitchen island, leaving breathing room between them. "You okay Lisa?" he said softly, his eyes filled with concern. He wasn't sure if she saw his note. She likely did given she was dressed for the day, but he couldn't be sure. 

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes, the lingering embarrassment overtaking her before she could say anything. "I just... I can't believe this happened," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm so... so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear."

Craig closed the gap, stepping towards her, his arms opening wide in a big comforting hug. His arms securely wrapped her. "Hey, hey, hey, listen to me. You don't have to feel embarrassed. Accidents happen," he murmured into her hair. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I love you, no matter what." 

Lisa nodded against his chest, feeling the weight of her anxiety start to lift. Craig's support meant the world to her. She couldn't believe he was still so caring despite what had happened. She practically ruined his bed. She tried to calm down a little more as she took a deep breath, pulling back slightly to look up at him. "Thank you," she whispered. Still too embarrassed to say anything else.

Craig smiled, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. Pausing to stare her in the eyes momentarily, before stepping away with a pep in his step, still the ever so cheerful guy she's come to love. "I hope you are hungry! I made some omelets."

Lisa felt that the moment they shared was a tender one, one that would strengthen the bond between them despite the challenges she had been facing. Craig led her to the table, where a delicious breakfast spread awaited. They sat down together, enjoying each other's company.

As they ate, Lisa slowly built up the nerve to open up to Craig a little more about what was going on. At least, what a sane person would say was going one. She played with her food lightly; the burnt taste of the omelet from when he came over to her slightly ruined the meal. "I'm not really sure what's going on." She hesitated opening up. Everything that had been happening to her was too embarrassing to share. But he at least stood a chance at helping her go through it. If she was right about him, they would be spending the rest of their lives together. Not sharing would be a disservice to him. Especially if she couldn't get this thing figured out. 

Craig stared at her intently. He wasn't really sure where she was going with this. The only thing going on right now was breakfast. There's not much to it. You eat food, have a full belly for the day, and go on with some healthy energy to tackle the day. Not much to not know what's going on.

"It started a few days ago." Lisa paused, looking at Craig who had a slight dumbfound look on his face in the middle of a bite. "The sudden urges and bed-wetting, I mean." She blushed talking about it openly. Craig wiped his face with a napkin, giving Lisa his full attention.

"My mom thinks I should see a doctor... I've... been a little too embarrassed to set the appointment." The air in the room felt heavy. It was clear Lisa didn't want to talk about this. Craig wasn't sure what to do either. From his point of view, it was a one-time thing. Happens all the time when you have too much to drink. He figured she might have gotten a little too tipsy last night, and that's what caused it. Too deep of a sleep with too much to drink. But hearing now that this was something new that's started and has been going on for a few days now completely changed things. 

"I see..." Craig wanted to be supportive. But how do you be supportive in a situation like this? Would suggesting she get help, be supportive? Or would he be safer just telling her he loved her? "If it's new, it might be worth a trip to the doctor. The worst they can do is give some basic recommendations, right? Besides, they are doctors; I guarantee they, or someone on their staff, has other patients that something like this has happened to them."

Lisa felt a little better looking at it from that point of view. Even if the bracelet was the cause, there was at least a chance a doctor might have a solution that could possibly help. "Yeah... I guess you have a point. I'll give them a call after work today." Lisa smiled slightly at him as she finished the last of her breakfast. She figured it was about time she faced this problem head-on. She had support from her mom, even if it was in her own... unique way by buying diapers. Sarah was also in her corner. She didn't completely freak out on her after she had practically acted crazy, and now... Now she had Craig willing to back her up to.

After they finished breakfast, Craig offered to still drive her to work. "It'll give us a bit more time together," he said with a wink.

Lisa smiled, appreciating the gesture. "I'd like that," she replied.

As they drove to her office, they chatted about light-hearted topics, avoiding the heavier conversation for now. Craig's presence was a comforting anchor for Lisa, helping her start the day on a positive note despite the rough, and humiliating morning.

When they arrived at her office, Craig walked her to the door, giving her a quick kiss before she went inside. "Have a great day," he said, smiling. "And remember, if you need anything, just call me."

"I will," Lisa promised, feeling a warm surge of affection for him. "Thank you for everything, Craig."

As she walked into her office, Lisa felt a newfound sense of confidence. It didn't matter what happened at work today. She already knew how the magic worked with the pull-ups, or for the most part. She still had some things she needed to test, but that would have to wait for another time. For now, she knew of a few ways to get them to show up, and how to not get them to show up. Even if that risked her embarrassing herself. 


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Chapter 19: Bad Start to the Day

Lisa stepped into her office building, taking a deep breath as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. The familiar hum of the workplace greeted her, a soothing reminder of normalcy amidst the chaos she'd been dealing with. The elevator was still working, which was a little odd. Normally, the thing broke down every other day, and on Mondays, it was guaranteed to be broken. "That's odd? I thought that piece of junk would be down again today."

"Morning, Lisa. Can you believe it? The thing is still working. That last mechanic must be magic or something." Lisa's coworker, Michael, greeted her. They weren't close colleagues. He was always kind of a jerk. He was the type of guy who, if he found out about her accident, would slowly start spreading the rumor around the whole office until everyone knew. 

"Wait. Magic? Did I wish for it to be fixed? I probably did without realizing it. Shit!" Lisa's eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks halfway to the elevator as the potential possibilities hit her. "If it's still working... does that mean the wishes are permanent? That piece of junk was scheduled for a complete replacement at the end of the year. If it's still working flawlessly, what could that mean? Is my mom stuck living with me forever because I made that stupid wish? What about wishing not to be late? Now that I think about it. There wasn't any traffic this morning. That's... impossible. It's Monday."

"Hurry up, slow poke. We have a company-wide meeting in five minutes. We can't start until you get there." Michael nudged her. 

"What... what do you mean they can't start until I get there?" Lisa was confused. What was happening?

"You must have missed the email. The new company policy is that any all-hands meeting has to have full attendance before it gets started—at least everyone in your department. Given you already scanned your badge to get into the building, they know you're here. So we ain't starting until you get up there." Michael had a grin across his face. He loved the fact that if Lisa had been late, it could have affected the whole company. In his mind, it would only take a few occasions for her to be late before she'd get fired.


Lisa pulled out her phone to see an announcement. 

"Meeting Cancelled"

"Lucky. Still, I'm not going to hold this door open forever." Michael was annoyed at Lisa's luck. He was hoping to be able to humiliate her in front of everyone—anything really to cause some gossip to start up at the office. 

Annoyed, Lisa joined Michael in the elevator. As much as she disliked the guy, he still had this way of being kind in just the right way, that if you didn't accept the help, you'd be the jerk. 

"Thanks, I guess," Lisa mumbled, standing next to him as the doors closed slowly. 

"My pleasure. Truly." Michael smiled. "Hey, did you hear about where everyone thinks Melissa in accounting is?" He couldn't wait to continue the drama. Even if it wasn't about Lisa, he didn't care. A story about someone was all he cared about. 

"No, Michael, and honestly. I don't care." Then it struck her. She got an idea. Maybe she could use the magic to do some good for the office. "And frankly, I wish you weren't such a jerk, or gossip." She hoped it worked. If anyone needed an attitude change, it was him.

*Gasp* "Lisa! I would never. I'm just concerned about my coworkers is all. I thought you would be too. I mean, after what happened with your mother, I assumed you'd want people to cut you some slack."

"What the hell! How do you know about that?" Lisa was furious. It was none of his business to know about her mom's relationship. It was completely inappropriate, and how the hell did he find out about it in the first place?

"Lisa, I know everything that happens around here." The elevator doors finally opened as they arrived on their floor. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He winked at her. 

"Michael!" She tried to stop him, but he was already around the corner, heading towards his desk. Chasing him down might have raised suspicion among her coworkers. They never had any business together, so it would have been out of character for her. "That jerk! I guess that answers that question. This stupid thing is useless on a-holes like him." Frustrated and worried about what Michael might know, Lisa stormed off to her desk. She could at least send him a direct message without raising suspicion.

As she walked to her desk, she saw Sarah already immersed in her work. Sarah glanced up and gave her a warm smile. "Hey, Lisa," she greeted, her eyes flickering with curiosity and concern. "How's it going?"

"Hey, Sarah," Lisa replied, forcing a smile. "It's going great." Lisa's tone was clearly frustrated. Her morning wasn't going the way she wanted it to, and now the stress of her secret getting spilled and spread around the whole company only made things worse. "How's your morning?"

"Good, good. Just the usual Monday madness," Sarah said with a chuckle, then lowered her voice slightly. "How are you really holding up? You seem a little stressed. Does it have anything to do with... you know, Saturday?"

Lisa felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as she remembered the incident in the bathroom. "I'm... managing," she said softly. "It's been a bit of a rough few days. And running into Michael in the elevator doesn't help."

Sarah's expression turned serious. "He can be such an asshole. If you need anything or just someone to talk to, I'm here, okay?"

"Thanks, Sarah," Lisa said, appreciating the genuine concern in her friend's voice. "Actually, can we grab a coffee during our break? I could use some advice."

"Absolutely," Sarah agreed. "Just let me know when you're ready."

Lisa nodded and headed to her desk, trying to focus on the morning tasks. She opened up the company's messaging software, and scrolled over to Michael. She stared at his name, and the blank message box for what felt like forever. "Should I say anything? If I do, it might only incentivize him to open his big mouth."  


Lisa saw a direct message come in from Sarah.

Sarah: "Wait until we chat. I'm sure that was a part of what you wanted to talk about, right? You can always message him after coffee. Give yourself a chance to calm down before you go running your mouth at him and blow up his inbox."

Lisa knew she was right. She didn't want to admit it, but it was true. If she blew up his inbox right after they were in the elevator, all it would do was feed his weird obsession with spreading people's business around the company and getting under people's skin.

Lisa: "Fine. You're right. But he seriously crossed the line. I don't even know how he found out."

Sarah: "He found out about Saturday?"

Lisa: "No, my mom."

Sarah: "Wait, really? What a creep."

Lisa: "You're telling me. How many complaints is this going to be to HR at this point?"

Sarah: "I don't know. But it's already way too many. Anyway. I got to get back to work, chat later."

The morning passed by in a blur of meetings and emails, but Lisa couldn't shake her anxiety about Michael. If he found out about her mom, how long would it take to find out about the accidents or the pull-ups? Each meeting felt like forever. Every minute that passed was another person he could have told. By the time Lisa got her coffee break, it might be too late. As her break approached, Lisa began worrying about chatting with Sarah again. She really wanted to talk to her about the bracelet and Craig. 

There was so much that happened within the short amount of time of the weekend, she felt like there was no way she was going to be able to tell Sarah everything. But did she want to? She peed herself in front of her acting like a crazy lady. Maybe she should stick with Michael and Craig for now.  

Finally, their coffee break arrived. Lisa and Sarah made their way to the office café, grabbing their usual drinks and settling into a quiet corner table.

"So, what's on your mind?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her latte.

Lisa took a deep breath, unsure where to begin. "Remember what I told you about the bracelet?" she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how I thought it was causing... these accidents?"

Sarah nodded, her expression serious. "Yeah, you were pretty convinced it had some kind of magic. Did you find out anything new?"

"Sort of," Lisa said, feeling her embarrassment resurfacing. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I think it might be a medical issue. I kind of... wet the bed last night... at Craig's place," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up her cheeks as she met Sarah's sympathetic gaze. 

 "Oh, Lisa," Sarah said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "I'm so sorry you're going through this. That must have been really tough." 

"Yeah," Lisa admitted, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. "Craig was really sweet about it, but I can't help but feel so embarrassed. I never had any problems like this before. I don't know what's happening to me." 

"Maybe it really is just stress," Sarah suggested gently. "You've had a lot on your plate lately. Sometimes our bodies react in weird ways when we're under pressure." 

Lisa nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding. "Yeah, maybe," she said, though deep down she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that the bracelet was somehow involved. But how could she explain that to Sarah without sounding crazy? 

 "Have you thought about seeing a doctor?" Sarah asked. "I know it's embarrassing, but they might be able to help. At the very least, they could rule out any serious issues." 

Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I think I need to. My mom has been pressuring me to see a doctor, and Craig even suggested it this morning. I guess I'm just scared of what they might say." 

"I get that," Sarah said, her eyes filled with concern. "But it could also give you some peace of mind. Plus, you're not alone in this. I actually have a cousin who has incontinence issues. It's more common than you might think, and there are lots of treatments and strategies that can help." 

"Really?" Lisa asked, feeling a glimmer of hope. "How does your cousin manage it?"

Sarah smiled compassionately. "She uses pads and adult pull-ups to manage it. She also does Kegel exercises, which can help strengthen the pelvic floor muscles. Her doctor recommended them. Which, just between you and me, I hear can make sex so much better." Sarah winked at Lisa, lowering her voice to a whisper as she shared her trade secret. "It's been quite the journey for her, but she's found a lot of ways to cope and live a normal life." Sarah finished acting normal once again.

Lisa chuckled at Sarah's "trade secret," But she couldn't help but feel embarrassed at Sarah's words. Pull-ups... at least her cousin had the option. For Lisa, they were forced upon her. Sure, it saved her pants from further embarrassment, but she had no control over it. Still, it was reassuring to know that others were dealing with similar issues, but the thought of dealing with this long-term was still unsettling. "Thanks, Sarah," she said, grateful for her friend's support. "I think I'll make that doctor's appointment today."

Sarah nodded, pleased with Lisa's decision. "That's a good idea. It's always better to be safe than sorry. And hey, if it's nothing serious, at least you'll have peace of mind."

Sarah leaned back in her chair, taking a thoughtful sip of her coffee. "So, about this Michael situation... Have you thought about confronting him? It might be the only way to get him to back off."

Lisa sighed, her frustration with Michael bubbling to the surface once again. "I don't know, Sarah. Confronting him might just make things worse. He's the type to thrive on drama, you know?"

Sarah nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I get that. But sometimes, you gotta stand up for yourself. Otherwise, he'll just keep pushing your buttons."

Lisa considered Sarah's words, feeling torn. On one hand, she wanted to put Michael in his place and make it clear that spreading rumors about her family was not okay. But on the other hand, she didn't want to stoop to his level and engage in petty office drama.

Before she could respond, Lisa felt a sudden, urgent pressure in her bladder. Panic surged through her as she realized she needed to pee—badly. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ease the pressure discreetly. She knew it was a stupid idea to try and fight it, but if she couldn't practice holding it in when she was desperate, then how would she ever fully gain control? besides, she didn't want Sarah to worry about her.

Sarah noticed Lisa's discomfort, her brow furrowing with concern. "Lisa, are you okay?" she asked, leaning in closer.

Lisa forced a strained smile, trying to hide her discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice tight with strain. "Just... uh... drank too much coffee, I guess."

Sarah studied her friend's face, clearly not convinced by her explanation. "Are you sure? You look really uncomfortable."

Lisa bit her lip, feeling the pressure in her bladder growing stronger by the second. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. "I... uh... just need to use the restroom," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Go ahead," Sarah said, her expression softening with sympathy. "You should know better. Don't worry if you need to run in the middle of our conversation. Take care of yourself." Sarah couldn't believe she was risking having an accident. What was she thinking. 

Lisa nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding. She quickly excused herself and hurried to the restroom, trying her best to keep her composure as she practically ran to the bathroom. Her legs were closed as tightly as she could manage while still making her way to the bathroom. "Come on. I know I can do this. I don't care if a pull-up will save my pants. It won't save my dignity. I don't have a change of underwear with me. My mom has them all back at home. Please, I can do this. I can't have another accident. Not again, not at work."


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