Magical Bracelet

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Chapter 20: Nope! Done with Today

 

 

Lisa reached the restroom only to find a line of women waiting their turn. Her heart sank as she realized the pointlessness of her efforts. "Of course, I had to have an urgent need at "rush hour". So much for not being late." The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and the thought of another public accident was too much to bear. She stood behind the last person in line, shifting uncomfortably, trying to distract herself by focusing on the mundane details around her.

 

"Just a few more minutes," she thought, clenching her muscles as tightly as she could. "I can hold it. I have to hold it."

 

But as the seconds ticked by, the pressure grew more intense, and her resolve began to waver. Lisa's eyes widened in horror as the warm sensation of urine started to spread. She felt a tingle of familiarity as the magical transformation occurred; her soaked panties were replaced by the absorbent pull-up she had dreaded but was forced to grow used to.

 

Despite the magic's intervention, she couldn't shake the embarrassment and frustration coursing through her. "I'm a grown woman, reduced to wearing pull-ups like a child. Lisa wanted to scream. "Even if Sarah's cousin had to wear them. She at least has the choice to put on one. I don't. But... It is better than soaking my pants at the office, right?"

 

Lisa quickly turned and left the restroom, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way to her desk, trying to maintain her composure. She knew she had to get back to Sarah. Ghosting her after "using" the bathroom would be rude, and she has been way more than understanding and caring. But Lisa had to call the doctor, screw waiting until after work. She needs a solution to this and needs one yesterday. Or, more accurately, four days ago.

 

Once she was safely at her desk, Lisa took a deep breath and pulled out her phone. She hesitated for a moment before dialing the number for her doctor. Making sure no one was around to hear her conversation, especially Michael. That jerk would milk the conversation to the doctor's office for weeks.

Lisa took a deep breath and stared at her phone. The screen seemed to blur as her anxiety crept up, her finger hovering over the call button. Finally, she mustered the courage and pressed it, the phone ringing in her ear. She felt her heart racing as she glanced around the office, ensuring no one, especially Michael, was within earshot.

 

"Dr. Jacobs' office, how may I assist you?" The receptionist's voice was polite, professional, and tinged with a hint of warmth.

 

Lisa swallowed hard. "Hi, um, I need to make an appointment," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "It's... uh... a bit urgent."

 

"Of course. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and call 911. Otherwise, can you tell me your name and a bit about what you're experiencing so I can set an appointment for you?"

 

Lisa's heart raced. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her embarrassment threatening to choke her. "My name is Lisa. Lisa Sanders. It's... it's bladder-related," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

The receptionist paused, and Lisa could almost feel the woman's concern through the phone. "Are you experiencing pain, or is it more about control issues?" she asked gently.

 

Lisa hesitated, feeling as if the entire office could hear her despite her efforts to remain discreet. She closed her eyes, willing herself to get through this. "It's... control issues," she finally admitted, her voice shaking. She blushed so intensely that she was sure her face was the color of a ripe tomato. The words felt humiliating like she was admitting to a failure of basic human functions.

 

"I understand," the receptionist said, her tone softening even more. "Let me check the earliest available appointment for you." There was a brief pause filled with the clicking of keys on a keyboard. "We can fit you in tomorrow at 10 AM. Does that work for you?"

 

Lisa nodded before realizing the receptionist couldn't see her. "Yes, that works. Thank you."

 

"Great. Dr. Jacobs will see you then. Please make sure to bring any relevant medical history and medications with you."

 

"Thank you. I will," Lisa replied, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over her. She ended the call and placed her phone back on her desk, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Tomorrow, she might get some answers, but until then, she had to navigate the rest of the day with as much composure as possible. Having a soaked pull-up definitely wasn't going to help. The day wasn't even halfway over yet. 

Lisa knew she had to get back to Sarah, but she also recalled what happened last week. When she had an accident at work and found out the whole pull-up thing was real, she wished for underwear and it worked. Maybe it could again? 

 

"You better work, you stupid piece of junk!" Lisa was hesitant. She felt like every time she used the thing on purpose, it was a toss-up on if it would even work. She wished for it to go away; she wished for Michael to be less of a jerk, but neither of those had worked. But the wish about being late and having a ride to places seemed to work. "I wish I had a pair of clean underwear." She closed her eyes, opening them she hoped for the best. Not noticing anything different, she pulled out her bag and started digging through it, hoping there would be a pair in there.

 

Nothing. Maybe in one of her desk drawers? Quickly opening them, she found... nothing. Just her usual supplies. Lisa began looking around; perhaps someone was going to bring them to her. But everyone looked like they were going about their everyday business. 

 

*Ding!*

 

Startled, Lisa looked at her phone hopeful. Maybe she magically was getting a delivery of underwear. It would be embarrassing, but anything was better than being stuck in a pull-up for the rest of the workday. But no. It was Sarah.

 

Sarah: "Hey, are you okay? You've been gone for a while. I've got to get back to work soon."

 

"FUCK! This thing is so unfair. Why won't it just work for me? UGGHH!"

 

Lisa: "Sorry about that. There was a bit of a line. I'm on my way back now."

 

"Please, let her have an extra pair of underwear. I don't want to ask. Not again... but... I have to. Maybe she is how my wish comes true?"

 

Lisa: "You wouldn't happen to have a change of underwear, would you?"

 

Lisa blushed as she hit send. The fact that she was asking would immediately notify Sarah of what happened, even if she didn't come out directly saying so. But maybe she was meant to be her saving grace? Again... The fact that it would be three times now only made her feel worse about asking. At this rate, she would have to start carrying two pairs, one for herself and one for Lisa.

 

Sarah: "No, sorry."

 

Lisa felt her heart sink. She was stuck in the pull-up for the rest of the day, and there was nothing she could do about it. She took a deep breath, trying to push aside her embarrassment and focus on getting through the rest of the day.

 

As she made her way back to Sarah, Lisa tried to hold her head high, but she couldn't shake the feeling of shame that weighed heavily on her. She knew Sarah wouldn't judge her, but the thought of anyone finding out about her situation was mortifying.

 

When she reached the table, Sarah gave her a sympathetic look. "Everything okay?"

 

Lisa forced a smile. "Yeah, just had to take care of something," she lied, not wanting to go into details. "Sorry about that. What were we talking about?"

 

Sarah seemed to sense Lisa's discomfort and didn't press further. "I was just saying that maybe confronting Michael is the best way to deal with him. It might not stop him completely, but at least he'll know you're not someone to mess with."

 

Lisa nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "Yeah, you're right. I'll think about it. Thanks, Sarah." Really, though, Lisa wasn't about to mess with him today. If he found out about her pull-up, she would be ruined. She could never show her face at work again. Potentially even in town. 

 

Lisa smiled, standing up from the table. "I should probably head back to my desk," she said, gesturing towards the hallway. "Thanks for the chat and advice, Sarah. I'll definitely think about what you said and really appreciate it."

 

"Anytime, and I'll walk you back." Sarah stood up quickly to join Lisa, leaving no room for her to deny the company. 

 

As Lisa and Sarah walked back towards Lisa's desk, Lisa couldn't help but feel unease gnawing at her. She hoped Sarah hadn't noticed anything unusual about her prolonged absence or the subtle discomfort she had been trying to conceal. Hopefully, she wouldn't read into that text message either, connecting the dots.

 

Just as Lisa was about to step into her office, Sarah touched her arm gently, her voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Lisa, wait. I just wanted to ask... did you... um... have an accident?"

 

Lisa froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to face Sarah, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. How did she know? Did she somehow notice the slight bulge of the pull-up under her clothes? Or was it just the text earlier that cued her in on her predicament? Panic surged through Lisa as she struggled to come up with a plausible excuse.

 

Before she could respond, Sarah spoke again, her voice filled with concern. "I'm sorry if that's too personal. I just noticed you seemed... uncomfortable earlier, and when you asked about the underwear, it worried me. It looks like you are fine, but I wanted to ensure you're okay."

 

Relief washed over Lisa as she realized Sarah hadn't seen anything specific. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to play off the situation. "Oh, um... no, everything's fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just had a close call, that's all."

 

Sarah nodded, her expression still filled with concern. "Okay, just making sure. Did you bring... you know... extra pull-ups?"

 

Lisa felt a lump form in her throat as her eyes widened in shock, caught completely off guard by Sarah's question. How could she know? Had she somehow seen or heard something that gave it away? Lisa's mind raced as she struggled to come up with a response. She had been trying so hard to keep her situation a secret, and now it seemed like Sarah might know more than she let on. Back at the coffee shop, she acted like she didn't believe Lisa. Now, she thinks the pull-ups are real. What's going on? "Um, what do you mean?" Lisa asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

 

Sarah looked taken aback by Lisa's reaction, her expression turning apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's just that I saw you... um... throw one away at the movie theater last week. So, with everything that's been going on... I just kind of put two and two together. You asked for underwear right after needing to run to the bathroom..." Sarah's words were completely logical. There was nothing Lisa could do to refute it. It all made sense. It wasn't that she believed the magic. She just thought Lisa was wearing them because she needed them.

 

Lisa's heart sank. She hadn't realized Sarah had seen her throw out the pull-up. She thought she had gotten away with it. But now, with the conversation they had today, with the incontinence and the bed wetting, trying to refute it would seem pointless and strange. There was enough evidence to make it appear as if she was doing this to manage an issue, not because of some stupid magic bracelet that wouldn't work the way she wanted it to. 

 

"No... I didn't," Lisa sighed in defeat. "I didn't think I would have an issue. I didn't want Craig to think I was weird or anything, and honestly, I didn't want to admit that I might need them. I actually screamed at my mom about it this weekend." Lisa looked like she was on the verge of tears. 

 

"Oh, Lisa... It's okay to admit you need help sometimes, and honestly, with how today is going, you might want to ask to take a mental day. It'll give you a chance to get cleaned up or at least makeup with your mom." Sarah pulled Lisa in for a short hug, trying to cheer up her dear friend. This had to have been one of the worst Mondays of her life. 

 

"I dunno, there's just so much to do. I mean, I really should just stay. I can at least get some stuff done." Lisa didn't want to say anything. She was already embarrassed about the fact that she needed to request time to go to the doctor in the morning. Normally, they wanted more notice, and this was the last second you could get.

 

"Listen, either you go ask, or I will. You need time for yourself, it's okay. You're a workaholic anyway. You probably have more sick time and vacation time out of anyone here. Take the day." Sarah wasn't about to back down. She cared for Lisa too much to let her day get any worse while at work. 

 

"Okay, fine. I'll text my mom and let Carly know that I need today and tomorrow morning off as sick time." Lisa didn't want to fight back. As much as she wanted to get work done, she would much rather avoid Michael for the rest of the day and chat with the doctor in the morning instead. She would skip the rest of the day if she could, especially since her mom would be home. At least her laundry is done, and she has some underwear again. 

 

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Chapter 21: What's This?

 

Carol pushed open the front door, her arms laden with shopping bags and a laundry basket balanced precariously on her hip. She let out a tired sigh as she maneuvered through the doorway, her mind replaying the events of the day. With the door closed behind her, she sighed, relieved to be back, and glanced around the empty living room. Lisa had already left for her date, and the excitement in her eyes earlier made Carol's heart ache with maternal pride and a hint of concern. She didn't want her heart to get broken. Not only that but with all the stresses going on in her life right now, was it really a good idea for her to be in a relationship?

 

"Alright, let's get these put away," Carol muttered to herself, heading towards the kitchen. Trying to push her worries away and out of her mind. She methodically unpacked the bags, placing the fresh produce in the fridge and the pantry staples in their designated spots. Her mind wandered to her daughter, hoping Lisa was having a good time and that the events of the past few days didn't weigh too heavily on her, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be okay in the end.

 

As she finished in the kitchen, Carol decided to take a quick look around to see if there was anything else she could tidy up. Her eyes fell on the laundry basket in the corner of the living room, overflowing with the clean clothes she had washed for Lisa. "I guess I should take care of that," she sighed, grabbing the basket and heading to Lisa's room.

 

The room felt lifeless, knowing Lisa wasn't going to be home, made Carol flashback to when Lisa had left for college. An empty nester with no one around, only this time, not even her husband was around. She was truly alone, even if it was just for the night. Carol spotted some dirty socks on the floor, snapping her back to reality, a smile crossing her face, reminding her of simpler times. She grabbed them and went into the bathroom to drop them off in the laundry basket. 

 

As soon as she stepped in the bathroom, she was hit with a strong scent of urine. Looking around, she spotted the laundry basket, already full of towels and underwear. Carol stepped up to it, and confirmed her suspicion. The towels were soaked, and so were the pairs of underwear in the basket. Glancing over towards the sink, she spotted the trash bin, filled with several swollen and soaked pull-ups. 

 

"Oh, Lisa. What's going on with you, honey?" She felt pained that Lisa didn't want to open up about what was going on. Her secrets made her feel like they were on two completely different planets. Carol tossed the socks into the dirty laundry basket and was about to step out of the bathroom when something next to the sink caught her eye. A small, folded piece of paper. Curious, Carol picked it up and unfolded it, her eyes scanning the handwritten notes. Lisa meticulously documented various combinations of clothing, including rows labeled "Shorts + Undies," "Dress + Undies," and "Jeans + Pull-up."

 

Carol's heart sank as she read through the list, a wave of sadness washing over her. Her daughter had been conducting experiments, with the pull-ups. She had no intention of donating them. But why? Why was she wetting them? Did she have an accident at home, and thought she should wear them? But there were so many accidents. According to the list, it looks like she went through three pairs of underwear and one pull-up. But there were only two pairs of underwear in the basket, and there were two pull-ups in the trash. What was up with these notes?

 

Carol sighed and refolded the note, placing it back where she found it. Carol paced back to the living room, her fingers tapping nervously against her phone in her pocket as she mulled over how to approach this delicate issue. She settled onto the couch, feeling the cushions hug her as she pulled out her phone to start her research. 

 

Carol typed quickly into the search bar, her heart heavy with concern and a touch of anxiety. "Bladder issues in young adults" yielded a variety of results, ranging from common causes like urinary tract infections to more complex conditions such as overactive bladder syndrome or interstitial cystitis. She clicked through several articles, taking in the information with a furrowed brow. Each possible diagnosis brought a new wave of worry, but also a sliver of hope—at least she could understand what might be happening.

 

Next, she searched for "why an adult would hide wearing diapers." The results were a bit more scattered, some discussing medical conditions, others exploring psychological reasons. Carol read about the shame and stigma that often accompanied incontinence issues, especially for young adults. It made sense that Lisa might feel embarrassed and not want to talk about it. She found forums where people shared their personal stories, and it broke her heart to think of Lisa feeling so isolated in her struggles.

 

As Carol continued her search, she stumbled upon some references to ABDL, or Adult Baby/Diaper Lover, communities. She paused, her eyes widening as she read through the descriptions. People in these communities often found comfort or pleasure in wearing diapers and engaging in age-play, where they took on infantile behaviors and mindsets. This was a revelation she hadn't anticipated. The notion that her daughter might be exploring something like this was both bewildering and challenging to comprehend.

 

Carol sat back, her mind racing. She wanted to understand without jumping to conclusions or judging Lisa. If her daughter was involved in something like this, it was crucial to approach it with sensitivity and support. Carol knew that confrontation without empathy could push Lisa away, causing her to retreat even further into secrecy.

 

Carol rubbed her temples, the glow of her phone screen casting long shadows in the quiet living room. She let out a deep, uncertain breath. The idea of an Adult Baby/Diaper Lover or any related behaviors wasn't something she had even heard of before tonight. Was Lisa really part of this community, or was she simply grappling with a medical issue that led her to use diapers as a practical solution? The idea of Lisa being involved in AB/DL behavior felt surreal and almost taboo, something she never imagined she'd have to confront.

 

The possibility of confronting Lisa about such a personal and potentially embarrassing subject made Carol uneasy. The thought of her daughter feeling cornered or misunderstood was the last thing she wanted. Yet, ignoring the signs felt equally wrong as if she was neglecting a part of Lisa's life that might be crying out for help or understanding. After all, Lisa was leaving pull-ups in the trash to be easily found, and she wasn't willing to have the nighttime underwear returned. 

 

Carol leaned back on the couch, her mind swirling with the various ways the conversation could unfold. Should she wait for Lisa to come to her, or should she take the initiative to create a safe space for Lisa to share her struggles when she gets back? What would that safe space even look like? The weight of her parental responsibility pressed down on her, tangled with her fear of possibly alienating her daughter.

 

As she sat in the quiet of the living room, Carol grappled with the decision of whether to delve deeper into this discovery or to let it be, respecting Lisa's privacy. The urge to confront her daughter warred with the fear of damaging their relationship irreparably. What if Lisa wasn't ready to talk about it? What if she denied everything and felt violated by Carol's intrusion into her personal space?

 

Carol's heart ached with the weight of uncertainty. She wanted to be there for Lisa, to offer her support and understanding no matter what she was going through. But she also feared pushing her daughter away with her own awkwardness and discomfort.

 

Carol placed her phone on the charger and curled up on the couch, exhausted from the long day. Lisa would be back tomorrow. Maybe they could sort everything out when she got back. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation for the notes and the pull-ups, something that didn't involve that community or interests. Maybe it really was just a weird medical problem. If she were lucky, she wouldn't have to tell a soul about the things she discovered tonight, things she had no idea other people were involved in.

Carol finally succumbed to her exhaustion, her eyes closing heavily as the day's events replayed in her mind. The quiet hum of the house lulled her into a deep sleep, her thoughts fading into the background.

 

***

 

The next morning passed in a blur. Carol felt like she couldn't sleep through the night, tossing and turning, worrying about Lisa and what might happen if she really did like wearing and using diapers. Would it change their relationship? How would it affect her work? What about Craig? Was he into that kind of thing? She started her day feeling slightly disoriented and groggy. She went through her usual routine, albeit with a lingering sense of unease. The house felt eerily quiet without Lisa around.

 

By the afternoon, Carol had managed to distract herself with chores and a few episodes of a TV show she had been meaning to catch up on, trying to distract herself from looking more into that Adult Baby stuff. Just as she was beginning to relax and get sucked into her show, her phone buzzed with a new message.

 

Carol picked up her phone and read the text from Lisa: "Hey, Mom, can you pick me up from work? I'm taking the rest of the day off. Today has been kind of crappy."

 

Carol's heart sank. She felt concerned for Lisa; she never left work early, and she even thought the day was going terribly. But she was at Craig's last night. Has something gone wrong? Did she have an accident? Or was it on purpose? She quickly replied, "Of course, sweetie. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

 

Grabbing her keys and purse, Carol headed out to her car, her mind racing once again with thoughts of the previous night. The drive to Lisa's workplace was a short one, but it felt longer as she anticipated seeing her daughter and hoped for an opportunity to talk, or in this case, she hoped to listen. For Lisa to finally open up about whatever was actually going on. 

Chapter 22: Why Bother? 

 

Lisa stood outside the office building, her arms wrapped around herself as she waited for her mom. She had texted Carol just moments after talking with Sarah, and her mom had responded immediately, promising to pick her up shortly. The thought of getting out of work early and away from prying eyes was a small comfort, though the anxiety of the day's events still lingered heavily in her mind. Plus, Michael's rumors weren't going to help if he started stuff.

 

She glanced down at her phone, checking the time. Carol should be arriving any minute now. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It was only a short ride home, and once she got there, she could finally change and relax for at least the rest of the day.

 

Just then, she saw Carol's familiar sedan pull into the parking lot. Lisa felt a wave of relief wash over her as she walked toward the car, her pace quickening as she neared. Carol parked the car and got out, her face etched with concern.

 

"Lisa, honey, are you okay?" Carol asked, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. "You never leave work early."

 

Lisa felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I'm just... having a really tough day, Mom," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Can we just go home?"

 

"Of course, sweetheart," Carol said, guiding Lisa into the passenger seat. "Let's get you home."

 

As they drove, Carol kept glancing over at Lisa, her worry evident. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.

 

Lisa shook her head. "Not right now," she said softly. "I just need to get home. Then maybe we can talk."

Carol nodded, respecting her daughter's need for some space. The rest of the drive was quiet, save for the soft hum of the car engine and the occasional sound of Lisa's sniffles as she tried to hold back her tears. She thought things were finally starting to go her way. She figured out how the pull-ups appear and when they don't. She got it to give her new underwear and managed to make it so she would be on time more often. But now it seemed like it didn't want to work for her again. Nothing made sense.

 

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. Home was a sanctuary, a place where she could let her guard down and not worry about judgment or embarrassment. She quickly got out of the car and headed inside, Carol close behind.

 

"Why don't you go take a shower and change into something comfortable?" Carol suggested gently. "I'll make us some tea, and we can talk if you're up for it."

 

Lisa nodded, grateful for her mom's understanding. She headed towards her room, tossing her bag onto her bed, and she started to take off some of her outer layers, like her shoes and jacket. She grabbed a comfortable nightgown from her dresser and left for the shower. 

 

Lisa closed the bathroom door and let out a loud sigh. She couldn't believe how terrible this day turned out already. Here she was, back home after wetting herself again, only after wetting the love of her life's bed. Annoyed, she peeled off her work clothes and the uncomfortable pull-up, tossing it into the trash. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the stress and tension of the day. 

 

Lisa took her time in the shower. She knew she had already taken a shower this morning, but the smell of the wet pull-up was unbearable. Smelling like urine was unacceptable. The fact that she practically didn't have a choice in the matter only made things worse. She scrubbed her body thoroughly. She felt that she would never be able to escape this embarrassing predicament she managed to get herself into, but at this point, she was so defeated she wasn't sure how much she really cared. She has an appointment in the morning with the doctor, who should hopefully get this whole thing sorted out.

 

Stepping out of the shower, Lisa looked over to the counter, spotting the package of pull-ups she had left out from yesterday's experiments. She blushed, realizing her mistake and that her mom likely saw them, sealing her fate in her mom's thinking Lisa actually needed them. 

 

Lisa stared at the package, contemplating what she was going to do. There was no way she could talk her mom into believing she didn't need them. Glancing over to the trash can confirmed her assumption. Not only did she forget to hide the pull-ups, but she also didn't even take out the trash, leaving behind evidence of her accidents. 

 

"I'm such an idiot." Lisa changed her focus to getting dressed; looking at her nightgown, she realized she hadn't bothered to grab any underwear. "Ugh! Why am I like this today!" She didn't want to admit that she was having a rough day. She was a strong, independent woman. How did she manage to run into all of these problems? "Apparently not as 'independent' as I thought." She stared at the package of pull-ups once again, acknowledging whether she liked it or not; she had been relying on pull-ups to save her dignity. If it weren't for this stupid magic, she would have completely soaked her pants on the bus.

 

Lisa, going against her better judgment, decided a pull-up was better than no underwear. Besides, it's a nightgown; unless she wanted to risk peeing all over her apartment, a pull-up would be the safer choice. Reluctantly, she slid on a fresh pull-up under her pajamas and left the bathroom with her hair wrapped up in a towel. 

 

She went down the hall to find Carol waiting with a steaming pot of tea and two cups set out on the kitchen table. She felt self-conscious about wearing the pull-up under her clothes, but there was no way her mom could tell, or at least so she thought. Wearing the gown made it so there wouldn't be an outline, but it also meant she could easily flash her mom if she wasn't careful. 

 

"Feel better?" Carol asked, her eyes filled with concern and love.

 

"A little," Lisa admitted, sitting down and wrapping her hands around the warm cup of tea. She took a sip, savoring the soothing warmth. "Thanks, Mom."

 

Carol reached out and placed a hand on Lisa's. "Do you want to talk about what happened today?" she asked gently.

 

Lisa hesitated, biting her lip. She knew she couldn't tell her mom about the magical bracelet; that secret had to stay hidden. And she really didn't want to mention either of her recent accidents, especially the one at Craig's and the one at work. Her pride still stung from both incidents.

 

"It's just been a rough day," Lisa said finally, trying to keep her voice steady. "Work was... stressful, and I just needed to get out of there. Michael was spreading some rumors, and it just got to be too much."

Carol's brow furrowed. "What kind of rumors?"

 

"Nothing important," Lisa replied quickly. "Just stupid stuff. But it's not just that. I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed. Everything feels like it's piling up, you know?"

 

Carol nodded, squeezing Lisa's hand reassuringly. "I understand, sweetheart. Sometimes it all just becomes too much. But remember, you don't have to deal with everything alone. I'm here for you."

 

Lisa felt a lump form in her throat. She appreciated her mom's support more than she could express. "Thanks, Mom. That means a lot."

 

They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their tea. The warmth of the drink and the comfort of her mom's presence made Lisa feel a little better. She knew she still had a lot to deal with, but for now, she could just be herself.

 

"How about we watch a movie tonight?" Carol suggested, breaking the silence. "Something light and fun to take your mind off things."

 

Lisa smiled, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds perfect," she said. "I could use a good laugh."

"Great. You pick the movie, and I'll make some popcorn," Carol said, standing up and giving Lisa's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We'll make it a cozy night in."

 

As Carol busied herself in the kitchen, Lisa scrolled through the various streaming services, looking for a light-hearted comedy. She needed something that would take her mind off the day's events. She finally settled on a classic feel-good movie and set it up.

 

Once everything was ready, they settled on the couch. Lisa tucked her leg underneath her other knee, doing a half-crisscross, not thinking about her pull-up at all. They placed the bowl of popcorn between them. Lisa felt a sense of normalcy returning, with everything that had happened fading into the background as she had a girl's night with her mom.

 

However, before they pressed play on the movie, Carol turned to Lisa with a serious expression. She heard the crinkle of the pull-up ever so slightly as Lisa sat down, reminding her of everything she had found out last night. "Lisa, I hate to be a pest. But did you... did you book a doctor's appointment?" she asked gently. "I know you've been having a tough time lately, with... well I just want to make sure you're okay."

 

Lisa felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She dreaded this conversation but knew her mom only asked because she cared. "Yeah, I did," she admitted softly, looking down at her hands. "It's tomorrow morning."

 

Carol reached over and squeezed her daughter's leg reassuringly. "That's good, sweetheart. I'm sure the doctor will help figure out what's going on."

 

Lisa nodded, feeling anxious about the upcoming appointment. "I hope so," she said quietly. "I just want to get over this and back to normal living."

 

Carol smiled gently. "We'll get through this together. I'm here to support you no matter what. But, let's forget about all that for a while and enjoy the movie."

 

***

 

Halfway through the movie, Lisa felt the familiar sudden need to pee. She tried to focus on the screen, but the bursting pressure in her bladder kept demanding her attention. She shifted uncomfortably, debating whether to get up and go to the bathroom. Given her life's frustrations, the idea of getting up felt like too much effort. She had been through so much already, and some part of her just wanted to stay comfortable.

 

She took a deep breath, her eyes still on the screen. "My mom's right there. Do I really risk it? I mean, I know this stupid thing can hold it all. I've done it dozens of times at this point. Most of them weren't on purpose. I've never done it around someone on purpose. Not unless you count Sarah, but that was a total failure. What if it fails again? You know what? Screw it. If I soak my couch, then so be it. I'm just done with today." Lisa felt herself release the built-up pressure.

 

The relief was immediate, but so was the embarrassment. Lisa felt a hot flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. She heard the hissing sound as the urine was soaked up by her pull-up. She wasn't expecting it to be so loud, or was it just in her head? She tried to focus on the movie, ignoring the warm sensation spreading in her pull-up. She wasn't about to look over at her mom. If it was noticeable, there was no way she could make eye contact with her.

 

Unfortunately for poor Lisa, Carol did hear the loud hissing sound coming from Lisa but she didn't say anything. She did cast a quick glance at her daughter, concern and sympathy in her eyes, but she remained silent, respecting Lisa's need for dignity. The last thing she wanted to do was make things awkward between them. If she wanted to do that, all she had to do was bring up what she found during her research last night. 

 

Lisa sat there next to Carol, completely mortified. She hadn't realized how much she had to go. Normally, her accidents felt pretty quick. This one felt like it was going on forever. She refused to look at her mom, her eyes glued to the screen as she blushed with embarrassment. She hoped that Carol hadn't heard it, or if she had, that she wouldn't bring it up. All she wanted was to enjoy the rest of the movie without any more humiliation. But she was beginning to worry as she felt her urine beginning to slush in a puddle within her pull-up. If she didn't stop soon, or it didn't absorb quicker, it might leak. Then she would be screwed. The only thing worse than getting caught having the accident is to have it leak on you during it, too.

 

Luckily for Lisa, she felt the stream finally dying down and the pull-up absorbing the last bit that was beginning to pool up in her pull-up. She let out the largest mental sigh ever. Unable to believe the stroke of luck she had just experienced. Carol was able to see Lisa's body visibly relaxed. She wasn't sure why she chose just to pee herself, but she was glad she was wearing a pull-up, or at least had to be wearing one. Seeing her take a breath and continue to enjoy the movie also made Carol smile. She couldn't believe she was able to push past what she had been so self-conscious about for these last few days and just enjoy the moment. 

 

***

 

As the credits rolled, Carol stretched and turned to Lisa. "That was a good choice, sweetie," she said warmly. "I really enjoyed it."

 

Lisa managed a small smile. "Yeah, it was nice," she agreed, feeling a bit better now that the movie had distracted her for a while.

 

Carol stood up and gathered the empty tea cups and the popcorn bowl. "How about we make this a regular thing?" she suggested. "Just you and me, a movie night once a week?"

 

Lisa's heart warmed at the idea. "I'd like that," she said softly. "Thanks, Mom."

 

As Carol walked towards the kitchen, Lisa took a deep breath. The day had been rough, but at least she had her mom's support. As Lisa stood up from the couch, she felt the pull-up sag. She couldn't believe how full it had gotten. She couldn't be sure, but she felt like if she had gone anymore, it would for sure have leaked. She would have to be more careful from here on out. Otherwise, pull-ups wouldn't be enough to keep her pants dry. 

Chapter 23: Doctors Visit

 

Lisa sat nervously in the waiting room, her fingers twisting the bracelet on her wrist as if seeking comfort from it, temporarily forgetting that it was the cause of her problems. The reason she was here in the first place. The sterile smell of the clinic and the faint sounds of murmured conversations from other patients only heightened her anxiety. She had finally mustered the courage to see a doctor about her bladder issues, but the worry of anyone else finding out that was the reason she was here today terrified her. Despite her fear, she still hoped they could provide a solution to the embarrassing problem she had been dealing with lately.

 

"Lisa Sanders?" a nurse called out, looking around the room. Lisa stood up, feeling a mixture of dread and relief. She followed the nurse down a corridor and into an examination room, hoping no one would notice the pull-up she was wearing under her jeans. She hated wearing it, but it was better than losing another pair of underwear to the cursed bracelet. 

 

"Please have a seat," the nurse said kindly. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

 

Lisa sat on the exam room's bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around the room, trying to distract herself with the posters on the walls. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, the door opened, and a middle-aged doctor with a friendly demeanor walked in. Lisa was shocked to see how well-toned the man was. She wasn't used to seeing doctors take such good care of their bodies. He looked more like one of those handsome doctors from a drama TV show than a real doctor who was going to help her.

 

"Hello, Lisa. I'm Dr. Jacobs," he introduced himself, shaking her hand. "I understand you're having some bladder issues?" He asked to confirm and start the conversation. He was a little confused about how a young woman like Lisa without any kids would already be having a serious enough issue to come in for a visit about it. 

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat as anxiety tightened her chest. She could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the doctor took a seat on the stool across from the bed she sat on. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Going to the doctor in the first place was hard enough; now, she has to tell this good-looking doctor about her embarrassing issue. 

 

"Yes," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. It's been really embarrassing and stressful." She paused, glancing down at her hands as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her embarrassment was getting the best of her. She knew he was there to help, but admitting she had this problem going on felt like admitting defeat. 

 

"It's okay, Lisa. We're here to help. Why don't you just tell me what the issue is? Then, we can take it one step at a time." Dr. Jacob's reassuring smile helped put her at ease. Deep down, she knew the longer she took, the worse this whole thing would feel, and only slow down his day. She never wanted to be a burden to anyone, but this whole situation only made her feel like she had to rely on others. No matter how much she hated that thought.

 

"I seem to have sudden urges to pee, and sometimes I can't make it to the bathroom in time." She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she admitted the truth aloud, a part of her wishing she could disappear. Her cheeks got flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't take it back now. All that was left was hoping he would have some answers for her.

 

Dr. Jacobs nodded, his expression sympathetic and reassuring. "I see," he said gently, picking up his pen to take notes. "Let's start with some questions to get a better understanding of your symptoms. When did you first notice these issues?"

 

Lisa hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to pinpoint the moment everything began to change. She knew it was likely the bracelet's fault. But was it? She had that incident on the bus, but that was before she made any wishes, or was it? She couldn't remember. Either way, there was no way she was about to tell him about the wish-granting bracelet. Not unless she wanted to be marked as crazy. "About a few weeks ago," she replied, her voice shaky. "It started out of nowhere. At first, it was just occasional, but it seems to be happening more frequently now."

 

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I thought maybe it was just stress or something, but it's not getting any better," she confessed, her voice tinged with desperation.

 

Dr. Jacobs listened intently, nodding as he made notes. "Thank you for sharing that, Lisa. I know it can be difficult to talk about these things, but you're taking the right steps by seeking help."

 

His words were kind, but Lisa still felt vulnerable. She worried about what the doctor might think, find, or what the tests might reveal. Would she need treatment? Could it be something serious? Would anyone else find out? What if she ran into him while in town?

 

"Have you noticed any patterns or triggers that seem to make the symptoms worse?" Dr. Jacobs asked, his voice gentle yet inquisitive.

 

Lisa paused, considering the question. "Not really," she admitted. "It just seems to happen randomly. I can be fine one moment, and then suddenly, it's like I can't hold it any longer."

 

"Do you experience any pain or burning when you urinate?" Dr. Jacobs asked, making notes on his clipboard.

 

"No, there's no pain. It's just the urgency and the accidents," Lisa said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

 

Dr. Jacobs continued with his questions. "Have you noticed any changes in your fluid intake? Are you drinking more or less than usual?"

 

Lisa thought for a moment. "I don't think I've changed my drinking habits much. I try to stay hydrated but haven't been drinking excessively." She thought back to her experiments but figured if she mentioned the diuretics, he might write the whole thing off as she is just trying to get attention, which is anything but the truth! If anything, she wants less attention for this whole thing. 

 

"Do you have any history of urinary tract infections or other bladder issues?" he inquired.

 

"No, this is the first time I've experienced anything like this," Lisa replied, feeling a bit more at ease with the doctor's calm demeanor.

 

"Do you consume a lot of caffeine or alcohol? Sometimes, these can irritate the bladder," Dr. Jacobs inquired.

 

"No more than usual. I have about a cup of coffee once or twice a day and only have a glass of wine if I'm out on a date or a special occasion." Lisa hadn't realized how easily different things can trigger issues like this. Maybe it really was more common than she thought. She just never would have expected it to happen to her. 

 

"What about bowel movements? Have they been regular?" Dr. Jacobs asked. Assuming she was drinking coffee, there shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary there. 

 

Lisa paused to think about it. It had been a few days since she last had a bowel movement. Usually, she wouldn't think about these kinds of things. She hadn't even noticed it. "It has been a few days, I think. I'm not really sure when I had the last one; it's not something I usually think about."

 

"Have you been feeling constipated or feel additional pressure or anything?" He jotted down some additional notes; it appeared as if he finally had some ideas about what might be going on.

 

"Not at all. Could that really be the cause to all of this?" Lisa hoped that something as simple as this was the true culprit, not a stupid wish she could have made without realizing it. 

 

"It's a possibility. Constipation can create extra pressure on the bladder, causing urgent needs to urinate. But some other underlying conditions could be a factor." Dr. Jacobs said, jotting down a few more notes. "I'd like to do a few tests to gather more information. First, an ultrasound can help us see how your bladder is functioning and if there is any unusual retention. I'd like to collect a urine sample if possible. How full does your bladder feel right now?" 

 

"I'm not really sure. I hardly can tell until it's nearly too late." Lisa blushed, she hated the fact that she really couldn't tell anymore. It was as if she was a toddler that wouldn't notice it until the last possible second. 

 

"No worries. We'll start with an ultrasound to check the fullness of your bladder, then have you provide a urine sample and empty your bladder to see how empty it is really getting. If your bladder isn't that full, we'll have you come in again later, next time, with a full bladder so we can run this test. It helps us better determine what the underlying issue might be." Dr. Jacobs stood up, walked over to the door, opened it a crack, and looked around briefly. "Ganece, can you grab the ultrasound machine for us real quick? Thanks." Lisa wasn't sure what the test results would bring, but she did know coming back with a full bladder would be mission impossible, at least it would be without peeing herself in front of the Doctor. 

 

Dr. Jacobs prepared to examine Lisa as the nurse wheeled the ultrasound machine into the room. Lisa lay back on the examination table, her mind a whirl of worry and hope. She tried to relax, reminding herself that she was here to get answers.

 

"Okay, Lisa," Dr. Jacobs said, adjusting the machine's settings. "Let's take a look at your bladder to see what's going on." He applied a generous amount of gel to her lower abdomen and began moving the transducer across her skin. The screen flickered to life with grayscale images that only Dr. Jacobs seemed to understand.

 

"Hmm," he murmured, concentrating on the screen. "Your bladder is quite full, which is actually great for our tests today. Can you feel any pressure indicating the need to pee at all?"

 

Lisa shook her head, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity washing over her. "Not really," she replied. "I just can't tell when it’s full anymore."

 

Dr. Jacobs nodded thoughtfully, though his expression remained focused on the screen. "It's not uncommon with certain conditions. Sometimes, the signals between the bladder and the brain can become disrupted, affecting your ability to sense fullness."

 

Lisa bit her lip, processing this new information. The idea that her bladder could be full but unresponsive was unnerving. She wished she could just feel normal again, that her bladder would work as it should without needing constant attention.

 

He continued to capture images of her bladder, noting its size and any other abnormalities. Lisa watched his expression, hoping for any hint of reassurance.

 

"Alright," Dr. Jacobs said, stepping back and removing the transducer. "Now that we’ve captured these images, I'd like you to go to the restroom and provide a urine sample. Afterward, we’ll continue with another scan to see how much urine is left in your bladder."

 

Lisa nodded, relieved to be moving forward with the tests, without the need to come back with a full bladder. The nurse guided her to a nearby restroom, handing her a small plastic container for the sample.

 

Lisa felt worried that she might not be able to pee, not having any sense of how full her bladder was. Sure, the machine said it was full, but there was nothing indicating to her that it was. She knew she had an accident last night, and after her morning shower, she tried to pee a second time but hadn't gone since then. If she was lucky this would be easy, even if her body didn't tell her it was full, she knew it was. The doctor said so.

 

In the privacy of the restroom, Lisa sat down and tried to relax. Despite her struggles to sense her bladder's fullness, she managed to start a stream. She felt proud of herself. She managed to go the entire morning without an accident, with no sudden urges. Now, with her bladder empty, she felt confident she would be able to go the rest of the appointment without an issue. The pull-up was unnecessary. Staring at the thing made her feel prideful, knowing she wouldn't end up needing it after all. Finally getting a sense of victory, even if it was just a small win. Lisa quickly handed the urine sample off to the nurse and returned to the examination room, where Dr. Jacobs awaited with the ultrasound machine. 

 

Lisa returned to the examination room and lay back on the table as Dr. Jacobs prepared the ultrasound machine for the follow-up scan.

 

"Let's see how well your bladder has emptied," Dr. Jacobs said, applying more gel to Lisa's lower abdomen and guiding the transducer across her skin. Lisa watched the screen, hopeful for reassurance.

 

After a few moments, Dr. Jacobs nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Your bladder is completely empty, which is good news," he said. "But I’m noticing something else here." He adjusted the transducer slightly, focusing on another area of her abdomen.

 

Lisa's eyes widened with curiosity and a touch of anxiety. "What is it?"

 

Dr. Jacobs pointed to the screen, showing her the image. "This area here indicates some significant stool build-up, suggesting constipation. You might not feel it, but it's there and can contribute to the pressure on your bladder."

 

Lisa felt a mix of relief and embarrassment. The idea that something so simple could be contributing to her problems was both reassuring and frustrating. "I had no idea," she admitted. "I really don’t feel anything."

 

"It's quite common," Dr. Jacobs reassured her. "We'll address that with a treatment plan. Let's finish the exam, and then we'll discuss how to manage these symptoms."

 

Dr. Jacobs completed the ultrasound and stepped back, preparing for the next phase of the examination. "Now, Lisa," he said, "I’d like to perform a physical examination to better understand what's going on with your pelvic floor muscles. This will involve checking for any muscle weakness or signs of pelvic organ prolapse, which can contribute to urge incontinence."

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and relief at finally addressing her condition. She tried to focus on Dr. Jacobs's calm demeanor, which helped ease some of her anxiety.

 

Dr. Jacobs reached for a folded gown on the counter and handed it to her. "Please change into this gown. It ties in the back, and I'll give you a moment of privacy. If you could remove your clothing from the waist down, that would be great. Just let me know when you're ready."

 

After Dr. Jacobs left the room, Lisa stood there for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She glanced at the gown in her hands and sighed, reminding herself that this was all part of the process of finding a solution. She started to change, tugging at the waistband of her jeans, only to find them stuck around her ankles. She realized with a small groan of frustration that she had forgotten to take off her shoes.

 

Bending down, Lisa untied her sneakers, slipping them off awkwardly while trying to keep her balance. She wiggled out of her jeans and placed them in a pile with her shoes next to the examination table. Just as she was about to change into the gown, she remembered the pull-up she was wearing.

 

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought of Dr. Jacobs seeing it. She didn't want him to know she wore one, even though she knew it was a sensible precaution. She considered hiding it under her jeans in the pile, but worried it might be visible or that the nurse might move her clothes while cleaning up. Throwing it away seemed like an option, but she worried they might find it in the trash bin later.

 

Lisa’s mind raced as she looked around the room, trying to find a suitable hiding spot. She moved the wastebasket, peeked behind the curtains, and even considered hiding it behind the small counter where the medical supplies were kept. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined the embarrassment of someone finding it later.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, startling her. "Lisa, are you okay in there? Do you need any assistance?" Dr. Jacobs called out, concern in his voice.

 

Lisa froze, her heart skipping a beat. She took a deep breath and tried to force herself to calm down. 

 

When no response followed, Dr. Jacobs hesitated before slowly opening the door. Lisa quickly turned around, facing the doctor with a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She had managed to put on the gown but was still wearing the pull-up underneath.

 

Dr. Jacobs smiled reassuringly, though Lisa could see a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked, gesturing toward the examination table.

 

"Yes," Lisa replied, her voice shaky with nerves. She walked over to the table and sat down, feeling the crinkling of the pull-up beneath her as she adjusted the gown around her.

 

Dr. Jacobs pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lisa, maintaining a calm and professional demeanor. He wanted to ensure she felt comfortable and understood what the examination would entail.

 

“Alright, Lisa,” Dr. Jacobs began, “I’m going to perform a pelvic floor examination. This is an important part of understanding how your muscles are functioning and if there are any issues contributing to the urge incontinence you’re experiencing.”

 

Lisa nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of her mounting anxiety.

 

“The exam will involve a gentle palpation of your pelvic floor muscles to check for any weakness, tension, or signs of prolapse,” he continued. “I’ll need you to lie back and relax as much as possible, and I’ll guide you through each step. At certain points, I’ll ask you to contract your pelvic floor muscles, like you’re trying to stop the flow of urine, and then relax them.”

 

Lisa felt a growing sense of worry as she listened. She knew the pull-up she was wearing would be in the way, but she didn’t know how to bring it up without feeling embarrassed.

 

“It’s important we do this because understanding the strength and responsiveness of these muscles can help us tailor your treatment plan,” Dr. Jacobs explained. “Do you have any questions before we begin?”

 

Lisa hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to bring up her concern without feeling humiliated. But nothing came to mind.

 

“No, I think I understand,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

 

Dr. Jacobs gave her an encouraging nod. “Great. Just remember to breathe and let me know if you feel any discomfort at any point.”

 

As he moved to begin the exam, Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest. She lay back on the table, staring at the ceiling tiles as if they might provide some distraction from her predicament. She knew it was only a matter of time before Dr. Jacobs noticed the pull-up.

 

Dr. Jacobs adjusted the exam light and gently placed a drape over her legs for modesty. As he began the exam, he immediately noticed the pull-up beneath the gown. Lisa’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her worst fear realized.

 

Dr. Jacobs paused and looked at Lisa with a reassuring smile. “Lisa, I see you’re wearing a pull-up, which is perfectly understandable given your situation. However, for the exam, it’s important that we remove it so I can properly assess the pelvic floor muscles.” He pushed himself away from the table, allowing the drape to cover her once again, providing some privacy for her to decide how she wanted to handle it. 

 

Lisa swallowed hard, feeling a rush of defeat. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just panicked. I didn't want anyone to find out and didn’t want to have any accidents.”

 

Dr. Jacobs nodded, maintaining his supportive tone. “There’s absolutely no need to apologize. Many patients use them for security, and that’s completely okay. I’ll step out for a moment while you remove it. Once you’re done we can proceed with the examination.” Dr. Jacobs swiftly excited the exam room again.

 

Why did I have to be such a ditz and not just tell him I needed another moment? Lisa sighed in frustration as she slid the pull-up down her legs while still on the exam table. She tossed it onto her pile of clothes, feeling exposed and humiliated for being so careless and shy. “I’m ready!” She shouted.

 

Dr. Jacobs gave her a reassuring smile, as he re-entered the room. “Thank you, Lisa. You’re doing great. Let’s continue with the exam, and remember, you’re in a safe space here.”

 

His words helped ease some of her tension, and she focused on the fact that this was a step toward finding a solution. Dr. Jacobs proceeded with the examination, explaining each step as he checked for muscle tone and signs of prolapse.

 

“Now, I’ll gently assess the muscles’ tone,” he said, guiding her through each part of the examination. “When I ask you to contract, try to hold it for a few seconds, then relax.”

 

Lisa followed his instructions, trying to relax and concentrate on the task at hand. Despite her initial embarrassment, she found comfort in Dr. Jacobs’s professionalism and the fact that she was taking control of her health.

 

After completing the exam, Dr. Jacobs sat back and offered her a reassuring smile. “You did wonderfully, Lisa. I have some initial thoughts on your condition, but let’s discuss the next steps and what we can do to help you regain control.”

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation as she adjusted the gown around her. The exam was over, and now it was time to focus on the path forward.

 

Dr. Jacobs explained, “From what I can see, there doesn’t seem to be any severe weakness or prolapse, which is a positive sign. I’d recommend starting with pelvic floor exercises and bladder training to help manage the symptoms. We can also discuss medications if needed, but let’s start with these lifestyle changes first.” Dr. Jacobs pulled out a prescription pad and started writing something down.

 

"I'm also going to prescribe you a laxative to help with the constipation. On your summary sheet, you'll see some resources on how to do proper Kegel exercises. Even though your pelvic floor seems fine, strengthening it will help when those urges hit." Lisa listened intently. This was the moment she had been waiting for—something, anything, to help with the accidents she'd been experiencing. 

 

"We should also schedule a follow-up appointment for next week. The lab work on the urine sample can take 72 or more hours to process; we need to run a test to check for any kind of bacteria or fungi to see if there is an infection." Lisa was visibly deflated at that comment. She knew there wouldn't be a quick fix, but waiting another week was torture. She was having a hard enough time as it was.

 

"Do you have any questions?" Dr. Jacobs finally stopped for a moment, giving Lisa a chance to catch up. 

 

"Um... yeah. You made mention of bladder training. What is that?" Lisa hadn't even known kegel exercising was a thing or that holding her pee involved her pelvic floor. Everything seemed so new. 

 

"Bladder training involves setting a regular schedule for bathroom visits and gradually increasing the time between trips. This can help improve control over the bladder." Dr. Jacobs explained it so simply, but all Lisa heard was potty training like some little kid. "You should also keep a log to keep track of each time you use the bathroom and how often you go. It'll help us in narrowing down the issue."

 

Lisa blushed with embarrassment. If setting a potty schedule wasn't bad enough, now she was instructed to have basically a potty chart. At least he wasn't using those kinds of terms. "Um.. okay. That makes sense. Can I do anything to stop the... accidents... in the meantime?" Lisa hoped he could at least give her some hope. 

 

"Not until we know what the underlying issue is. In the meantime, wearing protective garments could be beneficial. They have some that are more discreet than the ones you were wearing if that helps." Lisa glanced back at her clothes piled up and the inside-out pull-up sitting on top. Why didn't she just get normal ones? Why did her mom have to get such girly ones meant for kids?

 

Lisa left the doctor's office with her prescription that needed to be filled, a mountain of paperwork to review and read. Still worried out of her mind that none of this would prove to be helpful. Waiting for her ride, she couldn’t help but mutter a small simple wish. "I really wish this stuff works." she felt a small tear forming in her eyes as the stress of the whole situation continued to weigh on her.

[Mary Moon]

Welcome back 🤩

[Story Nook]

Chapter 24: Pharmacy

 

Craig glanced over at Lisa, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. "Hey, how did your appointment go?" he asked, breaking the silence that had filled the car since they left the doctor's office.

Lisa took a deep breath and tried to sum up her feelings about the visit. "It was...fine," she said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to burden Craig with all her worries and fears just yet.

Craig raised an eyebrow, he knew there was more she could share, but wasn't sure if she would be comfortable opening up about it. He had to break the ice. "Okay, fine isn't exactly a glowing review," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Lisa couldn't help but laugh at his joke despite feeling anxious about the whole situation. "Well, let's just say it wasn't as productive as I hoped," she said with a hint of disappointment.

Craig smiled and looked over to Lisa while stopping at a light. "Okay, well, tell me more about what happened," he said, his eyes looking lovingly into hers.

Lisa took a deep breath and began to explain the events of her appointment with Dr. Jacobs. "Well, I told him about my problem...my accidents," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Craig's expression turned sympathetic, and he reached out to take her hand. "I know that must have been hard for you. But I'm here for you."

Lisa nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. "It was. But Dr. Jacobs seemed really nice and understanding. He asked me some questions about my symptoms and did an ultrasound on my bladder."

Craig's eyes widened with curiosity. He wasn't used to what happened in the medical field; he thought ultrasounds were only used for pregnant women. "What did he say was going on?"

Lisa hesitated, not wanting to break the news that she might have a serious issue. "He said it could be related to constipation...but something else might be going on too."

Craig's expression turned to confusion. "Okay, well, if it's just constipation, I'm sure the laxatives will help you out."

Lisa forced a smile onto her face. "Yeah, maybe you're right. But what if it's not that? What if...what if I'm stuck like this? What if it's much worse? What if there is no fix, and I'm stuck wetting myself like a toddler?"

Craig squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You don't have to be embarrassed about anything, Lisa. You're my girlfriend, and I love you no matter what."

Lisa felt loved by his words, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this would all end in disaster. She took a deep breath and continued explaining her appointment.

"Dr. Jacobs also talked about doing pelvic floor exercises and bladder training," she said, her voice trembling.

Craig's eyes narrowed slightly. "Bladder training? What does that mean?"

Lisa felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "It means I have to set a regular schedule for bathroom visits and gradually increase the time between trips."

Craig looked taken aback. "You mean like...potty training?" He was shocked they didn't have a more effective method. A medication or something, maybe surgery to fix this.

Lisa nodded, feeling a hot flush rise to her cheeks. "Yeah, something like that." Lisa couldn't help but feel ashamed by his remark. "Why did he have to put it like that?! Oh my God, he has to think I'm gross or something. That look on his face. Ugh! Why is this happening to me!" 

Craig's expression turned sympathetic once more. "I'm sure it'll be fine, Lisa. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

Lisa sniffled and nodded, trying to hold back tears. She felt a sob well up in her throat as she thought about all the embarrassing things Dr. Jacobs had mentioned...the protective garments, the potty log...

As they pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy, Lisa's emotions overtook her. She felt a lump form in her throat, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Craig," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't know if I can do this."

Craig looked at her with concern. "Do what?" he asked gently. Confused as to what the matter was, they were just picking up a prescription for a laxative. What's the big deal?

Lisa took a deep breath. "Go into the pharmacy and get the...the protective underwear. I have ones meant for kids back home, but I want something... more mature. But the thought of buying them..."

Craig's expression softened. He reached out and took Lisa's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, I'm here for you," he said. "We'll face this together. And who knows? Maybe you won't even mind wearing them after a while."

Lisa nodded, trying to hold back tears. His reassurance was nice, but the thought of ever reaching a point where she was okay with wearing diapers made her want to crawl up into a ball and hide from everyone and everything. After a moment, she mustered up enough courage as she finally got out of the car and started to walk towards the pharmacy with Craig, but just as they were about to enter, she froze.

"I can't," she whispered. "Craig, I just can't do it." tears started to stream down her face again. Too embarrassed to enter the store and purchase what she needed.

Craig looked at her with understanding. "It's okay. I'll go get what you need." He smiled back at her. "Go sit in the car. I'll only be a minute." He handed her his keys as he grabbed the prescription from her. As she walked back to the car, Craig couldn't help but take a deep breath. He loved Lisa dearly, and seeing how distressed she was only made his heart ache. He wished he could come in and fix her problems, but that wasn't possible. The only thing he could do was be the best boyfriend he could be. Giving one last glance at Lisa, he let out a sigh and walked into the pharmacy. 

***

Craig walked into the building, heading straight for the pharmacy department, and handed over the prescription. As he stood at the counter, he glanced around the store, taking in the rows of shelves stacked with various medications and health products. He had to wait 5 minutes for the prescription to be filled.

His eyes landed on a section marked "Incontinence," reminding him that he was going to look for some protection for Lisa. He walked over to investigate, scanning the shelves for the protective underwear Lisa had been talking about. He had never been in an aisle like this before and really had no clue what he was looking for, but he hoped he would be able to find something that would make Lisa more comfortable. "There's so many options here. How am I ever going to find something she is okay with?"

The first thing that caught his eye was a row of briefs that looked like diapers. Craig raised an eyebrow as he read the labels - "Depend," "Poise," and other brands he'd never heard of before. He picked up one of the briefs, feeling a bit uneasy about the thought of Lisa wearing something so...baby-like. "There has to be something less embarrassing in here. She would die of embarrassment if she had to wear one of these. Heck, I would." Then, another thought crossed his mind while looking at the briefs. "What if I had to help her put them on? That could be sexy, but... no... she would be humiliated if I had to help. No. There has to be better options here."

As he continued to browse the shelves, he came across a section for women's discreet underwear. Craig's eyes widened as he saw how many different options were available. He started to read through the descriptions - "absorbent and breathable," "perfect for daily use," and other claims such as "looks just like underwear" all of it was far out of his depths. Everything felt foreign. "Thank God, at least these are a lot better. They aren't plain white, but some of these ones with flowers and colors look kind of cute, I guess. I don't think I would mind if she had to wear one of these to bed occasionally."

He spotted a brand called "Prevail," one that looked to hit all of the boxes for what he was looking for or thought he was looking for. According to the packaging, these briefs were designed for women who experienced bladder leaks or accidents. Craig hoped they might make Lisa feel more secure and confident. "Bingo!"

Craig's eyes landed on a section that seemed specifically marketed toward older adults as he continued searching for the perfect pair. He noticed a brand called "Abri" and saw that its products were designed for men and women with urinary incontinence. "These might not look the most attractive, but they might be the best option if those other ones don't hold up. These ones are specially made for exactly this situation."

Craig wasn't sure what would be best, and picking so many options made him feel like he might be overdoing it. But he realized that a variety might be precisely what Lisa needed. He picked up a few options, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices available.

Just then, the pharmacist called out to Craig, letting him know that his prescription was ready. Craig quickly paid for the medication and headed back out into the parking lot, his mind still reeling from all the options he'd seen.

As he handed Lisa her prescription, she looked up at him with a nervous expression. Seeing the several bags with him. "So...did you find what I needed?" she asked hesitantly.

Craig smiled reassuringly as he held up the Prevail briefs and Abri products. "Yeah, I think so," he said confidently. "I got a few different options for you to try out. I might have gone overboard, but I hope we can find something that you like, and feel comfortable with. Some of them look kind of cute honestly."

When she heard Craig say the diapers looked cute, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. Who would ever find them cute? Her shocked expression only grew as she took in the array of products Craig had chosen. "Oh...wow," she stammered. "Thanks. You really... did go overboard, huh?" she laughed nervously. But she couldn't help but feel grateful at the fact that she didn't have to go through the horrible ordeal. "I really am the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like you in my life." She swung her arms around him in a big hug, looking up at him with loving eyes. 

Even if she hated her situation and the fact that she was going to be stuck with diapers for a little while longer, Having Craig here for her, helping her out, and willing to buy such embarrassing products for her to take care of her made it all the easier. Finally, it gave her some breathing room to relax.

[Mary Moon]

We need more men like Craig 😁

[PamperedPrince]

For this story, I am loving everything so far.  Excellent idea to have a cursed bracelet that grants wishes!

I don't want to spoil too much, but The JJ Diaper Twins has a character that struggles with a similar issue that Lisa has.  There's no magical artifact that causes this.  It's something entirely different (again, I don't want to spoil the reason).

I also play with this idea of wish granting artifacts with a magical diaper that can grant wishes.  However, the character is a lot younger so JJDT would be a better story if you would rather read about an adult that struggles with accidents and bedwetting.

Keep up the good work!  I look forward to seeing how Craig will be helping Lisa.  Also, will Lisa eventually be calling that Chauffeur when things get really bad with that magic bracelet?  (I think that you already clued that he was the one that previously had the bracelet)

Good story so far. I look forward to the next chapter!

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Chapter 25: Comfortable... Hopefully.

As they walked into Craig's place, Lisa sighed deeply, relieved to be away from the pharmacy and doctor's office. "Hey, I'm gonna change into something more comfortable," she stated, walking towards the master bedroom. "Crap! I don't have anything to change into, outside of the extra pair of underwear I stuck in my purse this morning."

 

"Sounds good, but you might want to take this first." Craig smiled and handed her the prescription. "Where do you want me to put these for now." He held out the bag full of protective underwear.

 

"I don't even want to think about those things right now. I hate wearing them." Even hating them, Lisa knew she would be stuck with them sooner or later.

 

"If it helps any, I got you a little gift that might make managing them easier or at bare least make you more comfortable." Criag's words came as a surprise. "Manage them? He didn't even know I needed them in the first place?"

 

"It's hanging up in the closet. Go check it out."

 

Walking into the bedroom, Lisa threw open the closet, both excited and worried about what might be in there. Lisa froze as she saw two beautiful dresses—nothing too fancy, but just enough to speak volumes to how much Craig really cared about her. Lisa couldn't help but feel grateful that it was dresses vs. yoga pants or something along those lines.

 

The dresses were to serve two purposes. First, why wear jeans when you can go pantless? Second, they would make changes easier if she needed to, no matter how much that thought made her sick to her stomach. At least the dress would also hide them better than leggings.

 

Lisa started shedding her clothes, feeling mixed emotions as she removed her jeans and pull-up. She was glad to be out of them but also anxious about what lay ahead.

 

She was torn on which dress to pick. One was a bright flowy red dress, but her eyes landed on the bright floral dress that looked just as loose-fitting and comfortable, but a little less flashy. "Ah, perfect," she muttered, holding up the dress and examining it.

 

She quickly changed into the dress and slipped on the pair of regular underwear. Feeling more confident now, she stepped out of the bedroom and caught Craig's eye as he watched her on the couch.

 

"Hey, how's this?" she asked, smoothing out the dress.

 

Craig smiled and nodded. "Looks great," he said. "You know, you're lovely in dresses."

 

Lisa blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. With everything that had been going on, especially with how her appointment that morning went, she couldn't help but feel less confident. Craig's words helped her remember who she really is.

 

"Thanks," she said softly, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside him.

 

"Did you already take your... prescription?" Craig asked, not wanting to push the subject on her. He cared deeply for her and just wanted to ensure she followed her instructions. 

 

Lisa blushed; she didn't want to be reminded, but he was right. She had forgotten already. "Not yet," she stood up from the couch and left to get a glass of water to help take the medicine a little easier. 

 

"Thanks," she made her way back over to the couch after taking the laxative. "Any idea how long it'll take this thing to work?" She asked him as she snuggled up to him on the couch. 

 

"According to the bottle, it can take anywhere from 8 to 12 hours to take effect. So we have some time to kill before that happens." Craig put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "So, what do you want to do in the meantime?" he asked, his eyes sparkled.

 

Lisa grinned, feeling a sense of security with him around. She knew that things might not be perfect right now, but with Craig by her side, she felt like nothing could get at her.

 

"I'm game for whatever," she said, leaning into him.

 

Craig smiled and leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers. "Great," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

 

As they kissed, Lisa couldn't help but feel grateful because of having Craig in her life. His support and understanding meant the world to her.

 

As they sat on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, Craig's hands began to wander, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Lisa's skin, slowly sneaking down her sides. 

 

Lisa felt a flutter in her chest, but she tried to push it aside. She wasn't ready for anything romantic or intimate yet. Not with everything going on with her bladder issues and the embarrassing situation with the protective underwear.

 

"Hey, Craig?" she said softly, trying to extricate herself from his grasp.

 

He looked at her with a questioning expression but still held onto her. "Yeah?"

 

Lisa took a deep breath. "I don't think I'm ready for...that yet," she said, trying to sound gentle but firm. "Not with everything that's going on. I know I was dealing with this before. And you were great about it and all... It's just..." Lisa struggled to get her words out. "I'm just having a hard time with others knowing, and now, with the doctor's recommendation, basically just being potty training." She started to get choked up. "I'm just not feeling myself right now. I'm having a hard time getting my confidence back."

 

Craig's face fell, and he looked taken aback. But then, understanding dawned on his features, and he nodded slowly.

 

Ding

 

Before he could say anything, Lisa's phone received a text. She gently pushed herself off the couch just enough to reach her phone, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of them. 

 

Carol: "Hey, Sweety, how did the appointment go?"

 

"It's my mom. She wants to know how my appointment went." Lisa looked at Craig, her eyes clearly crying out for help. She didn't want to tell her mom—not yet. The last thing she needed was for her to try to reassure her. 

 

"She's just worried about you." Craig tried to reassure her. He knew that her mom hadn't always had the closest relationship, and moving in with her only put more stress on Lisa. "Here, allow me." Craig reached out his hand to grab Lisa's phone.

 

Lisa smiled and nodded as she handed him her phone to type out a response.

 

Lisa: "Hey Carol, Lisa had her appointment with Dr. Jacobs, and it was...fine. We picked up a few things from the pharmacy and are just taking some chill time before I bring her back. Don't worry about her. She's doing okay," Craig replied, trying to sound reassuring.

 

Lisa looked at him with gratitude as he handed her back her phone.

 

"Thanks, Craig," she said softly.

 

Craig smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. "Let's get out of here for a bit, huh? We can go grab some lunch or something. You need to relax and take your mind off things."

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, that sounds great."

 

As they got ready to leave the house, Craig suddenly reminded Lisa as they walked out the door. "Hey, you might want to use the bathroom before we go. And don't forget to log it."

 

"Oh, um, yeah...right," she muttered, trying to compose herself. Lisa's face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly made her way to the bathroom.

 

She took care of her business and then returned to Craig, who was waiting for her by the door.

 

"Did you log it?" Craig wanted to ensure they did everything they needed to help her through this. But doing so only made Lisa feel humiliated, her face burning a bright red.

 

"Not yet, I didn't have anything to write it in." She didn't want to use her phone, she was always more of a pen and paper kind of gal. Besides, she needed to turn it into the doctor.

 

"Here," Craig reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small notebook and pen. "Use this, it's small enough you can keep it with you." He reached out to give it to Lisa for her to use as her log.

 

"I can't. That's your idea journal." There was more too it, she couldn't stand the thought of needing to log such trival things. She was an adult, she hasn't needed to keep a bathroom long in forever, in fact it was more like her mom to keep track of that kind of stuff when she was a kid.

 

Criage let out a brief sigh, he took the pen and wrote: "Bathroom Log: Lisa" on one of the pages. "Not no more." He ripped out the pages that were already filled out and folded in the booklet. "Lisa, I want you to get better. You want to get better, that can only happen if you do what the doctor told you to do."

 

"I know, I..." Lisa struggled to get her words out. "It's just embarrassing. I don't want to have to go through this. This isn't how life is supposed to work." Lisa hung her head a little low in defeat.

 

"I know, but Lisa, if you don't try you can't improve. Have you read the paperwork yet?" Craig knew how much this was affecting her, but he couldn't let her sit in her emotions. She had to take action if she wanted to improve.

 

"No." Lisa admitted sheepishly.

 

"I have." Craig's admission to reading the doctor's paperwork shocked Lisa. She wasn't expecting him to take this so personally. "They won't be able to rule anything out or know the extent of the issue if you don't take things seriously."

 

Lisa looked up at Craig, feeling a mix of emotions inside her. She was grateful for his support and understanding but also frustrated with herself for not being able to get her bladder issues under control.

 

"Okay, I'll try," she said finally, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I just wish there was an easier way to deal with this."

 

Craig nodded sympathetically. "I know it's not easy, but like I said, we'll figure this out together. And remember, the doctor said that pelvic floor exercises and bladder training can help manage your symptoms."

 

Lisa sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of this. She just wanted to go back to normal, you know, without having to worry about accidents or diapers.

 

"Thanks, Craig," she said softly, trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the next steps in her treatment plan.

 

Craig smiled and put his arm around her shoulders again. "Anytime, Lisa. Now, shall we get going? I thought we could grab some lunch at that new café downtown."

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a bit more hopeful now. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Sounds great," she said, smiling up at Craig. "Let's go."

Chapter 26: Helps on the Way

As they walked out of Craig's place and into the warm sunlight, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful for Craig's support and understanding, even if it didn't always make things easier.

 

"Hey, let me just check my phone real quick," Lisa said, digging through her purse to find her phone.

 

Craig nodded, letting go of her hand, as he headed towards the car. "Take your time. I'll go get the car warming up for us."

 

As Craig waited by the car. Lisa checked her phone and saw that she had a few texts from Sarah and Michael at work. She quickly responded to their messages before putting her phone away.

 

"Always the workaholic." Craig joked with her. "Ready?"

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a bit more composed now that she'd taken care of her phone. "Oh yeah, right, like you aren't Mister Big Shot." She joked back at him. "Yeah, let's go."

 

Lisa walked over to join Craig in the car, but as she got in, she clumsily dropped her purse, spilling out some of the items within it. Craig rushed into action, helping her pick everything up.

 

"What's that?" Craig saw Lisa pick up a business card with a black car on it. Unsure why she would need such a thing, let alone afford chauffeur services.

 

"Oh, this? It's just a business card I got from my driver I got for our date we went on. The guy offered to give me a ride back home if I needed it." Lisa wasn't really sure why she kept it. Normally she would just throw things like it away.

 

"Well, do you need it? I mean, keep it if you want, but I can give you a ride if you need it, your mom offered, and if neither of us is available, I can pay for someone else to give you a lift. No reason for you to pay for something like that." Craig felt a little defensive about Lisa having the business card. He felt like she might not be trusting him or isn't willing to lean on the support network she has.

 

"I guess not. He was a super nice old man, but you're right. I probably couldn't afford to use him long-term anyway." Lisa crumpled up the business card and placed it in Criag's cup holder so they could throw it away later. "Who knows, I might have to take you up on that offer for a ride more often."

 

"I sure hope so," Craig smiled back at her, as he put the car in gear and drove towards the café. Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She loved trying new foods and drinks, and this café was supposed to be one of the best in town.

 

"I'm starving," Craig said, turning onto the street where the café was located. "After we have some lunch, you want to go to a movie or something?"

 

Lisa nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds nice." Lisa smiled, feeling at ease, like they were a normal couple, vs. her feeling like she was helpless and needed his rescuing.

 

"Let's go grab some lunch," Craig said, putting the car in park.

 

"Sounds perfect to me."

 

As they walked into the café, Lisa was hit with the delicious smells of freshly baked bread and roasting coffee. Her stomach growled in anticipation as she scanned the menu.

 

"What do you want?" Craig asked, looking over at her with a smile.

 

"Um, I'll just get the famous burger," Lisa said, trying to decide between the various options.

 

Craig nodded. "Okay, I'll get a sandwich, and we can share some fries."

 

As they waited for their food, Lisa stared at Craig with a slight smile.

 

Their food arrived, and they dug in, savoring the flavors of their meal. As they ate, Lisa felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This was exactly what she needed - some quality time with Craig, and a chance to take her mind off her worries. "I could sit here forever. The breeze is perfect, the weather is comfortable, and I have the best person to share it with."

 

Just as they were finishing up, Lisa's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, expecting to see another text from Sarah or Michael at work. But instead, she saw an unknown number on the screen.

 

Unknown: "Hey, I'm Olivia. I got your number from my cousin Sarah. Would you like to meet up for a cup of coffee sometime? I heard you've been going through a lot lately, and I thought maybe having a friend who kind of knows what you are going through might be helpful."

 

Lisa's eyes widened as she read the message. She hadn't expected Sarah to tell her cousin about what's been going on. Lisa hesitated. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to talk to anyone else about it. It felt like too many people knew already.

 

"But then again, having someone who actually knows how embarrassing this is could be helpful. She might even have some suggestions on how to handle this better if I am lucky."

 

Lisa: "Hey Olivia! Nice to meet you. That sounds lovely. I can really use a friend like that right about now. When are you thinking?"

 

"What happened?" Craig noticed Lisa's shocked expression and was worried they might have to cut their date day a little short for some type of work emergency.

 

Lisa looked at Craig with surprise. "I got a text from someone named Olivia," she said, trying to sound casual despite the worry in her voice.

 

Craig raised an eyebrow, curious about who this person was. "Oh? Who is she?"

 

Lisa hesitated, unsure how much to share. "She's my friend Sarah's cousin. She heard about what's been going on and wants to meet up for coffee."

 

Craig smiled, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "That's great! You could really use the support right now."

 

Lisa nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, I think so too."

 

As they finished their meal and prepared to leave the café, Craig suddenly stopped as they walked by the bathroom.

 

"What is it?" Lisa wasn't sure why he stopped all of a sudden. "Did you forget your wallet or something?"

 

"No, I was just thinking...." he paused, not wanting to seem overly insistent. "You might want to use the bathroom before we go?" he suggested, nodding towards the restrooms.

 

Lisa blushed, embarrassed to need another reminder about something as basic as using the bathroom. "Right, sorry. I'll be right back."

 

As she headed into the restroom, Craig took out his phone and started browsing an app store. He searched for a potty training app for smartphones and found one that allows family members to be added to the same 'child' account.

 

"Cool, This could actually come in handy." He started looking at the different features, seeing that there is silent potty alarms by vibrating the phone, a way to track their bathroom habits, including accidents. He knew Lisa would hate logging accidents, but having that information could be helpful for the doctor.

 

He quickly downloaded the app and created a new account, adding Lisa as his partner. As he was about to put his phone away, he had an idea. "Maybe Carol and Sarah could help out too? Lisa seems really stressed about the log, and tends to forget these kinds of things. If they were a part of the family on this account, we could all help her keep the log correct and up to date for her next doctor appointment."

 

As Lisa exited the bathroom, she looked over at Craig with a questioning expression.

 

"Hey, are you ready to go?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her embarrassment about needing to be reminded again to use the bathroom.

 

"Yeah, I'm good," Craig replied, smiling back at her. "Let's get going."

 

As they walked out to the car, Craig stepped beside her. "By the way, did you update your log?" he asked, leaning in with a near whisper.

 

Lisa felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she reached for her purse. "Uh, no...I forgot," she admitted, rummaging through the bag.

 

Craig's expression softened as he watched her. "That's okay, I've got you covered," he said, shaking his phone slightly. "I did it for you."

 

Lisa looked at him in confusion, her eyes locked on his phone, completely clueless on what he was referring to. "What do you mean?" she asked.

 

"I'll show you in the car." He unlocked the car as they approached, allowing them to get in and for him to start up the engine. As they got into the car, Craig held up his phone and showed Lisa the potty training app he had downloaded.

 

"Check this out," he said, trying to sound casual. "I found an app that might be helpful for keeping track of your bathroom habits."

 

Lisa's eyes widened as she took in the app's features. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no," she whispered, her face turning bright red.

 

Craig chuckled and tried to reassure her. "Hey, it's not so bad. And think about it - if Carol and Sarah were added to the account, they could help log your bathroom habits."

 

Lisa shook her head vigorously. "No way. I don't want them to know about this. It's embarrassing enough that you already know."

 

Craig put a hand on her arm. "Lisa, it's not that big of a deal. And think about how helpful it would be to have everyone helping you log your trips to the bathroom. You've been really stressed out and are prone to forget. This could be a game-changer for you. You don't have to log it, if you tell us, we can do it for you."

 

Lisa looked at him hesitantly, still feeling embarrassed by the whole idea. "But what if...what if Micheal or someone at work finds out and sees it? I don't want to have to deal with that."

 

Craig smiled patiently. "I promise they won't find out. And if they do, we'll just ignore them; what does it matter? It would be a fireable offense for anyone to say anything, and even if it does get out, we can just play it off as you helping out with a family member or a friends kid. Something like that. It's not like it would be weird for them to find out you babysit sometimes or hang around a friend's kid and are just trying to help them out."

 

Lisa sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. "I don't know, Craig...it still feels really embarrassing to me."

 

Craig leaned in and put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, I get it. But remember what Dr. Jacobs said - this is just part of taking care of yourself right now. And with the help of your friends and family, you can get through this. So let's try to make it work, okay?"

 

Lisa nodded hesitantly, feeling a bit more open to the idea. "Okay...but if I start getting a bunch of annoying reminders from Carol and Sarah, I'm blaming you."

 

Craig grinned. "Deal!"

[Mary Moon]

Another involuntary desire

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Chapter 27: This Needs to Stop

 

As they arrived at the movie theater, Lisa felt excited. She loved going to the movies, and it was even more special now that Craig was with her.

 

"Okay, let's pick out a movie," Craig said, smiling at her. "What do you want to see?"

 

Lisa scanned the list of available movies on the screen. "Hmm, I don't know. What are you in the mood for?" She had just seen the latest horror movie with Sarah over the weekend and wasn't in the mood for a repeat.

 

Craig thought for a moment. "How about we check out that new rom-com? I've heard it's really good."

 

Lisa's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that sounds great! Let's go!"

 

Lisa started feeling a little anxious as they walked into the theater.

 

"Oh my gosh. I peed myself the last time I was here. Please tell me no one knew it was me. What if I am secretly banned and don't know it? What if Craig finds out about the accident? I at least had that stupid pull-up show up to my rescue, but still."

 

"Hi, yes, two tickets for the 3 o'clock showing." Craig's words snapped Lisa back into the reality of the situation. The front desk person seemed completely clueless about who Lisa was. They must have been a new hire or something.

 

"Hey, mind if I go get us some snacks?" Lisa nudged Craig, as he handed his card to the clerk.

 

"Sure, go for it; I'll just share a popcorn and have a Coke."

 

Lisa walked over to the snack bar, leaving Craig as he finished purchasing their tickets.

 

"Hey, Lis! Back for more?" the snack clerk joked, recognizing her as one of his regular customers, who was just here a few days ago. "What can I get for you today? Same thing as usual?"

 

"Not today, John, just a large popcorn and two large cokes," Lisa replied, trying to sound casual despite worrying that someone found out she had an accident the last time she was here.

 

The clerk nodded and started pouring her drink. "And what about your gal pal? Is she here, too?"

 

Lisa smiled and looked back over at Craig, who was walking over to meet up with her. "Not today. I'm actually here with my boyfriend." Lisa nudged her head towards Craig as he approached.

 

The clerk smiled warmly and handed Lisa her soda. "That's great! Looks like a real catch."

 

"Yeah, you don't even know the half of it." Lisa blushed a little, feeling lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend even though that whole potty training app was weird.

 

"Ready to go, Lis?" Craig walked up beside Lisa, reaching out a hand to grab one of the sodas.

 

"Yeah! Just was chatting with John for a minute." Lisa looked back at John, giving him a friendly smile.

 

"Well, enjoy your movie, you two! Let me know if you need anything else." John smiled back, happy to see Lisa with someone she seemed to be so happy with.

 

Lisa handed Craig his drink and headed towards the theater room. "Let's go grab our seats before the movie starts!"

 

They quickly made their way to their seats. Lisa hated watching advertisements, even if she did work at a marketing firm. She knew if they showed up just a few minutes late, they could stroll in right as the movie was about to start.

 

Lisa wasted no time in munching on their shared popcorn and drinking her soda. After having tried to use the bathroom twice since her appointment, she felt confident she could make it through the movie without an issue. Besides, if something did happen, she knew Craig had her covered.

 

***

 

Lost in the moment, Lisa hadn't even realized she had already drunk half of her large soda. She was just enjoying her time with Craig, but then, it finally hit her. Her bladder was screaming at her again. She almost forgot what that feeling was like, it had been nearly 24 hours since the last time she had it flare up like this again. Lisa wrapped her arms around her waist, slightly hunching over.

 

"No! Not again. Ugh! Why does my bladder hate me so much?"

 

She wasted no time slowly standing up, looking clearly uncomfortable. She knew she only had moments to make it to the bathroom before disaster struck.

 

"Hey, are you okay?" Craig could see the struggle on Lisa's face. He was worried she might be feeling sick or something. Maybe the laxatives finally kicked in. "Is it the laxatives?"

 

"No, I just really need to pee. I'll be right back." Lisa rushed off, down the stairs, towards the exit. She tried to look normal the best she could but couldn't help but squeeze her legs together tightly.

 

"Ugh! Why did I have to pick a dress? I should have thought ahead. The pull-up thing doesn't happen when I wear a dress and underwear. If I don't make it... Oh god, if I don't make it, I'll pee all over their floor."

 

Lisa sped walked through the hallway, trying ot make it to the bathroom, not even registering that she was rushing past John, now wheeling around the clasic trash bin they use for cleaning up the theater.

 

"Hey Lisa, you doing okay? You seem a little off." John's words sent a shiver of panic through Lisa.

 

"Hey John, yeah. I'm... uh.. fine. I just really gotta." Lisa nudged her head towards the bathroom.

 

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to keep you. Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

 

"Yep! Fine! But I gotta go!" Lisa was on the verge of doing a potty dance, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.

 

Lisa quickly rushed away from John, but it wasn't fast enough. She felt the floodgates about to burst. Lisa's eyes got wide with horror, and in a moment of panic, she mumbled a wish to herself. "I wish my underwear was protective underwear." But she was just a little too loud with her wish.

 

"What was that, Lisa? Did you say something?" John turned to her.

 

"Not now, John!" Lisa couldn't hold it anymore; the floodgates burst, and she felt herself peeing uncontrollably. She stood frozen, waiting for the urine to rush down her legs and start pooling at her feet, just like what happened the last few times she couldn't hold it while wearing a dress. But it didn't happen.

 

"Sorry." John clearly looked hurt, feeling attacked for just trying to ensure his theater friend was doing okay.

 

Lisa wanted to say something, to make things better, but she couldn't. She was too flustered with the moment. She just peed herself again. She made another stupid wish that she knew was going to backfire, just like everything else she does in a moment of panic.

 

Lisa, blushing a beet red, rushed into the lady's room, which was only a few feet away. Walking was a little harder now, and her underwear had gotten a lot bulkier, more than it had ever been.

 

Lisa was relieved to see no one else was in the bathroom.

 

"Thank god it's a weekday and in the middle of the afternoon. If it was an evening or the weekend, this place would be crowded."

 

Looking in the mirror, Lisa got a glimpse of her current state. Her face showed how distraught she was, and looking at her dress made her feel mortified. It wasn't completely noticeable, but for her, the protective underwear that magically appeared looked like it stuck out like a sore thumb.

 

Lisa hurried herself into one of the large open stalls and lifted her dress to see how bad the situation really was. She nearly screamed in frustration as her eyes saw the swollen white diaper around her waist.

 

"What the hell! You have got to be kidding me!"

 

"You've got to be kidding me; when I said protective underwear, this isn't what I had in mind! You've always done pull-ups! Why are you torturing me like this?" she yelled at the bracelet on her wrist.

 

Defeated and annoyed, Lisa ripped off the tapes to the diaper; hearing them tear off made her cringe. She felt like the sound was echoing off every wall in the bathroom. She couldn't believe how lucky she got that no one else was in here, and prayed no one would walk in on her as she got cleaned up.

 

She couldn't believe how heavy the diaper was. She had peed way more than she thought she did, maybe even more than she ever had before when having an accident. She bundled it up, rolling it up the best she could to throw it away.

 

Lisa pulled out her purse and looked in for something to change into, when her heart sank. She wasn't accounting for having an accident. She didn't think she was going to, not after successfully using the bathroom back at Craig's place. Even though she tried back at the cafe, she was unsuccessful. Annoyed and not wanting to keep Craig waiting, she left without actually going to the bathroom. But she didn't have the guts to admit to him that she couldn't go.

 

"No! No, no, no. There's no way I can tell him about my accident. Shit... what if he asks? What if he finds out? Ugh! This is so unfair!" Then, an idea struck her. If she was careful, she could make two wishes, and she'll never be in a situation like this again.

 

"Okay, here's the thing, you stupid bracelet. I'm going to make two more wishes. I don't want any funny business. Just do what I ask, nothing more, nothing less. This should be pretty simple for you. Got it?" Lisa hoped this would work. Every time she tried to get it to help her, it only seemed to make things worse. Well, every time except when she asked to make it to the bathroom. That one somehow worked out for her.

 

"Please let this work." Lisa closed her eyes. She really needed this to work this time. "Okay... Here goes nothing. I wish I wouldn't need to pee so badly like that when I'm with Craig." She wasn't sure if it would work, but she couldn't take the thought of running off like a little girl on him again. He had already gone above and beyond by getting her those protective garments and laxatives.

 

"Now for the really scary one... I wish I were always prepared for when I have an accident." She wasn't sure what would happen with this one. She knew asking for new underwear wasn't working, but maybe something like this would work.

 

Suddenly, Lisa heard the bathroom door swing open. Her heart skipped a beat, worried someone might catch her with the soaked diaper still in the stall with her.

 

"Come on, Emily. It's okay; accidents happen; it's not your fault." Lisa couldn't determine what was happening but wondered if it had anything to do with her wish. The shadows looked like the mom had walked over to the counter, but she couldn't quite tell.

 

Suddenly, the person approached the stall she was in, pushing on the door. Making Lisa nearly jump out of her skin.

 

"Occupied!" Lisa shouted, terrified and on the verge of getting caught.

 

"Sorry!" the lady shouted back. "It's hard to tell on these doors sometimes." She seemed nice but stressed out at the same time. "Come on, Emily, let's see if we can find another one." Lisa could barely make out what looked to be a wheelchair.

 

Lisa sighed with relief as they left the bathroom. She couldn't waste any more time. Lisa quickly unlocked the stall, peeking her head out to see if anyone else was around. It looked like the coast was clear.

 

She rushed out of the stall and over to the trash bin to throw away the soaked diaper. Finally able to breathe, thinking the coast was clear. Lisa walked over to the sink to wash her hands when something stood out. The mom who was just in here a moment ago. She must have left this on the counter.

 

Lisa stared at the nighttime pull-up her own mom bought for her, sitting there on the counter. Lisa knew this was her chance. It would at least be something she could wear under her dress. But the thought of stealing it from that mom with her daughter apparently having similar struggles made Lisa feel guilty about doing so. But what choice did she have? It was either that or nothing.

[TBCuri]

Nice 👍

[Mary Moon]

I also use a similar app to remind myself to go to the bathroom every two hours, for my troubles. My bladder plays tricks on me sometimes even though i don't have any magic bracelets 

[BabySofia]

Sounds like someone is about to start carrying around a cute diaper bag for herself! 🤣

[Story Nook]

Chapter 28: Confrontation

 

Lisa walked back into the theater room, trying to look as normal as possible despite the bulkiness under her dress, which she felt she was reluctantly getting used to. Craig noticed her immediately and gave her a small smile.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb the other moviegoers.

Lisa blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed about her accident. "Yeah, I'm fine," she avoided Craig's gaze, not wanting him to see the unease written all over her face.

Craig could sense Lisa's discomfort. He wasn't sure what had happened, but with everything going on, it wasn't hard to take a guess either. He knew now likely wasn't the best time to ask, but he also couldn't help but worry for Lisa and wanted to make her feel secure and safe. She hadn't worn protection coming here, so if his suspicion was correct that she had an accident, then he could only guess how self-conscious she might be right now. 

Wanting to reassure Lisa, Craig reached out to grab her hand, reminding her that he was there to support her. It didn't matter if she had an accident or not; he was there to help her get through it, and it wasn't going to affect them as a couple. But Lisa wasn't really in the mood, still distraught about the whole thing. She pulled her hand away from Craig, keeping her eyes focused on the movie. 

Craig occasionally glanced at Lisa as they watched, but she avoided meeting his gaze. She didn't want to deal with the awkwardness between them after her reaction. 

***

After the credits rolled, they walked out of the theater. Lisa couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was relieved that she had made it through the movie without another close call or accident, but at the same time, she was still feeling the aftermath of her bathroom accident. She had been doing so well today, just for it all to slip away, and then she was a total jerk to Craig for essentially no reason. 

"Hey, what happened back there? You seemed upset," Craig asked, his voice laced with concern as they walked towards his car.

"I'm sorry," she said, feeling a pang of guilt. "I just didn't want to tell you..."

Craig nodded understandingly, but Lisa could see the hint of disappointment in his eyes. She knew that he was trying to be supportive, but she wasn't making it easy for him.

Lisa took a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. "I... um... I did manage to use the bathroom just fine when we were at your place," Lisa said, trying to sound chipper despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Craig nodded, his expression softening. "Oh. Um. Yeah. That's great." Craig was clearly confused about why she was bringing that up now. 

Lisa took another deep breath before continuing. "But... uh... things didn't go so well at the cafe."

Craig's confused expression only grew, shocked by this new information. "What happened? I thought you made it. That's why I logged it for you."

Lisa sighed and rubbed her temples. "I just couldn't go. I sat there and tried as hard as I could, but nothing came out. I thought maybe the laxative was slowing down my need to pee or something."

Craig gently touched her arm, stopping as she frustratedly started to get in the car. "Hey, it's okay. I know you are struggling, and even if I can't relate, I am here for you." Craig looked her in the eyes, clearly conveying love and care. 

Lisa smiled weakly, still feeling distraught about everything that had happened. Wanting to cheer her up a little, Craig gave her a light pat on the butt, trying to lighten the mood, smiling warmly at her, getting a playful smile and eye roll in return. However, Craig couldn't help but notice that she had underwear on. 

"I thought she had an accident, didn't she? Was it just me, or did it have a different feel? I can't tell because of the dress, but it's definitely not what I was expecting."

Craig quickly brushed off the thought, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they had already been that day. "Hey, let's not worry about it," he said with a smile. "Besides, I'm debating about stealing you for another night."

"That sounds nice." Lisa felt a little better but still embarrassed. "It's just that I have work in the morning; I only took today off." Lisa turned around to face Craig, leaning up against his car with her door left open.

"Just call off; I'm sure they won't mind." Craig took a step closer, gently running his hands down her arms and towards her hips. "Besides, you need to take care of your health. After we figure things out, you can go back if you want. In the meantime, take as much time as possible." Craig was trying to be reassuring. He just wanted Lisa to feel more confident, whatever it would take to get to that point.

"Craig... You know I can't do that. What about my mom? She's going through just as hard of a time as me, and I'm the only one she's got. I can't do that." Lisa was on the verge of tears. She wanted to take the time. Time to get better, to get everything sorted out. But how could she?

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to if you aren't ready." Craig wrapped his arms around Lisa's waist, pulling her in for a hug. "Why don't you talk with your mom? I'm sure she only wants things to get better for you." Craig couldn't help himself; pulling her in for a hug was a two-fold move. He wanted to make her feel better first and foremost, but it also gave him a chance to get a better feel for that suspicious underwear he thought he felt.

"I knew it. She does have underwear, and it isn't the same ones she had on when we left... I guess she brought some extra. I don't recall her grabbing a pair from the ones we just got..." Craig was confused but wasn't about to ask her about it. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfrtable. 

"I know. I'll... I'll talk to her. But I still think it would be best if you dropped me off at my place tonight. I'm not going to miss out on work until we figure out a game plan." Lisa pulled away from Criag, feeling slightly better but still worried about what lay ahead. 

"Fair enough, just remember... If that creep at work gives you any trouble, report it right away, and turn in a notice. You don't have to quit, but you should at least try to take a medical leave until things blow over."

"Fair enough," Lisa brushed the hair out of her face, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness of their conversation.

Satisfied with the little chat they had, Craig slowly stepped away to let Lisa get in his car, closing the door gently behind her. As they settled into their seats, Craig's expression turned serious.  "I know it's a little awkward, but..." he started, his voice trailing off as he opened up the potty training app on his phone.

Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was about to do.

"What?" she asked, feeling anxious again.

Craig smiled sheepishly. "I think we should update your log," he said, his eyes scanning the screen. "I just don't want to embarrass you, but we should really keep it updated if you want to give the doctor any shot at being able to help you."

Lisa's face burned with embarrassment as she realized what he was implying.

Lisa blushed, regretting having told him about her bathroom habits for the day. "Okay, fine," she admitted, sounding casual despite her frustration about what lengths Craig was willing to go to. "I did have an accident mid-way through the movie, and I didn't go pee while at the cafe. So update the log." Lisa rolled her eyes, buckled herself in, and crossed her arms.

"Well then, Miss grouchy pants." Craig tried to tease. "It's updated. Still haven't had a bowel movement, huh?" Craig noticed the time. They were getting close to that eight-hour mark when the laxatives should kick in. 

Lisa's eyes widened as she realized she hadn't. She quickly looked at the clock, seeing the time. She was hoping that the laxatives would help with her sudden urge to pee. Now, it was only a matter of time before she found out if it would help. "Not yet. I should really get home before that happens." Lisa looked at Craig, slightly worried. 

"Your wish is my command. Let's just stop by my place real quick so you can take home some of those protective underwear." Craig smiled, utterly unaware of the irony of his statement. "I'm sure you want some variety and something to always make you feel comfortable and prepared."

[zeeko28]

Just gotta say been loving your writing. And this particular slow regression/humiliation style is right up my alley. I always refresh for updates!

Maybe soon she'll be a poopypants and her bf will be a bit put off or maybe turn into more of a babysitter 😆 Excited to see where this goes, how humiliating and exciting! Can't wait for more. :) One of the best stories on here.

 

[zeeko28]

Or maybe she'll be humiliated in public 🤔 Maybe at the store she'll experience her clothes change or something. Can't wait to see where it goes lol 

[Story Nook]

Chapter 29: Gotta Go!

 

Lisa was grateful to be finally heading home. It had been a long day. The morning appointment was a disappointment, the conversations she had with Oliva, Craig, and her mom. Everything seemed like too much. But she couldn't say it was all bad. Sure, she had a few accidents and had to steal a pull-up, but at least she got to spend the day with Craig. He always made things better.

"So, when you get home, are you going to tell your mom about the app and how the appointment went?" Craig's words shook her back to reality. 

"I would rather not if I can avoid it." Lisa hated the idea of her mom knowing what was happening and what she had to do. "If I had it my way, I would never get a ride from her again. Not with this all going on. I can already hear it now. 'Did you make it in time, sweety?' I think I would die of embarrassment if she ever did that to me while out in public."

"I get it. I won't say anything. But if you want her to help with the log, you should tell her. That's your call." Craig turned down the road leading up to her apartment building. "Were you able to get the app installed?" 

"No, my stupid phone isn't letting me." Lisa tapped on her screen, still getting an error message each time she tried downloading it. It didn't give her a reason; it just kept saying, 'unable to install.' "I don't get it! I wished for this to be easier, not a royal pain."

"It's just technology, babe. It's okay. Besides, just wishing something was some way won't do any good. Sure, we can wish for things, but that doesn't make it so things go magically our way." Craig pulled into the driveway for her apartment and started navigating the complex's winding roads, getting as close to her building as he could. 

Lisa felt stuck. Craig didn't know about the bracelet. She wanted to comment on how it was supposed to work for her, but doing so would only sound weird. Instead, she kept silent as they turned the corner and arrived at her building. 

"Listen, if you need a ride anywhere, anytime, let me know. I'm here for you while we figure this whole thing out. Okay?" Craig gently placed his hand on her thigh after he put the car in park. 

"Thanks." Lisa wasn't sure what to do. Her mom was already there for her, and having Craig miss work for her wasn't fair, either. Lisa smiled nervously as she reached for her plastic bag with various protective underwear they had bought earlier. She hated she had to bring the things in, but she knew she needed them—the doctor's appointment made that very clear. 

"I love you." Lisa leaned in and kissed Craig quickly before reaching for the door handle and climbing out of the car. The second she stood up, she froze. "What the heck?"  She felt her pull-up sag a little from under her dress, clearly heavy and wet. But she hadn't felt the need to go. "This can't be right. There's no way." Lisa started to panic. She couldn't be losing even more control, could she? But before she could entirely worry about that, another pressing issue arose. Her stomach started to cramp up. The laxatives had finally done their job. Lisa's eyes widened with worry. She hadn't felt such an urgent need to poop in her life!

Without looking back, Lisa slammed Craig's door closed and ran towards her apartment door. She had to resist placing a hand on her butt to try and hold the gates shut. The thought of Craig seeing her desperate to poop felt like a nightmare. He has already seen her with wetting accidents. There is no way he could love her if she shit herself too. 

As soon as Lisa was out of the line of sight of Craig, she shot one of her hands to her butt, trying to keep things under control. Arriving at the door, she dropped her plastic bag of underwear on the ground and started digging through her purse for the keys while clenching as hard as she could. She only had moments before it would be too late. "Why are these so strong all of a sudden?" Lisa finally found her keys and unlocked her door with a lightning-fast pass. Not wanting to waste any time or risk bending over, she kicked in the plastic bag into the front door, with the contents spilling out on the ground, slamming the door behind her. 

She had no time to waste. It didn't matter if they were everywhere; she needed the toilet, and she needed it now. 

“Hey, sweetie!” Carol greeted Lisa before realizing how much of a rush she was in. 

“Hey, give me a minute!” Lisa ran for the bathroom, throwing the door closed behind her as she rushed to the toilet, pulling the pull-up down from under her dress, barely making it onto the toilet before she let loose. 

Lisa couldn’t believe what an experience that was, but she finally felt relieved, and an unnoticed pressure eased up from within her. She hadn’t even noticed how backup she was until the pressure was gone. 

Lisa enjoyed her sense of relief momentarily before turning her focus back on the pull-up. Sure enough, the thing was soaked. It didn’t make sense. How did she use it without realizing it? At least when she wet herself at the theater, she felt that one.

Lisa couldn’t believe how her life was turning out. It was so unfair. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears began to stream down her face. She had to put up a front all day. Needing to handle everything from the doctors, to the accident at the movie, it was all too much. She didn’t want to bring Craig down, but he was gone now. She was alone. 

*Knock* *Knock* 

”Lisa, honey…” her mom called from the other side of the door. It’s going to be okay, honey. I picked up your…” she paused, trying to choose her words carefully. "Well, umm... I brought you a pair of sweats and a change of clothes if you want to shower and just chill for the rest of today.” Lisa saw a shadow form at the bottom of the door where her mom had left some stuff. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, honey, but I’m still here for you.” Lisa felt a little guilty. Her mom was super supportive. Trying to keep her out was unfair. She would have nothing to worry about. “If you want, I have some good news for you; if you can use a little, pick me up.” Lisa felt her tears slowing. She wasn’t sure what her mom could possibly be talking about. Good news? What could be good news with all this junk going on?

”Just let me know when you want to talk, sweetie. In the meantime, I’ll grab us some pizza and give you a little privacy to do your thing.” Lisa saw the shadow start to step away.

”Hey, Mom!” Lisa shouted. She couldn’t open the door yet, but hearing her mom gave her a slight sense of relief.

”Yes, sweetie?”

”Thanks…” Lisa couldn’t think of the words to express her gratitude. Even if she could, she would likely just end up a hot mess covered in tears and snot from balling her eyes out. 

“Anytime, sweetie. Now you enjoy yourself, I’ll be back in…” she paused, thinking how long it would take. “An hour and a half? That should be enough time.” Lisa could see her mom's shadow leaving. She waited, wanting to hear the front door close before she got up to get her clothes and shower. 

Lisa knew there was no point in holding back telling her mom about what the doctor said, not with her seeing the underwear all over the floor. If her mom didn't know what was going on with her after seeing that, then she had to be blind or something.

*Click* 

Finally, Lisa was alone. Entirely alone, just her and her thoughts were left at home for the first time in what felt like forever. Lisa threw away the pull-up and went to the door, tossing her dress in the laundry basket. She opened the bathroom door and saw a pair of grey sweatpants and a black college hoodie. But on top of all of it was her new reality—a new pull-up. 

"At least this time, it's one of the adult ones." Lisa picked up the clothes and carried them over to the bathroom sink. Setting them down, she took a moment to examine the pull-up. It was a light purple, with small pink flowers on the front, not done over the top, but in a more tasteful way. "It's actually kind of cute." She smiled, thanking Craig in her mind for picking out something that was more normal and safe to wear. Something that wouldn't make her feel like a child having potty issues. Just another adult, secretly but confidently handling a bladder issue. 

***

"I can't believe she got so many." Carol was happy to see her daughter back home and that she was finally embracing this part of her life. "I thought Craig said a few simple things. That's a lot more than a few if you ask me. I wonder if Craig is into this diaper stuff?" Carol wasn't sure if her research was correct, but the least she could do was get out of Lisa's hair. If this was intentional, she should respect Lisa's privacy to do what she wants. If it wasn't, Lisa likely didn't want good old Mommy to come in and bug her every day about it. Carol could only imagine the humiliation that Lisa must be feeling. She hoped that Lisa was doing better and coping with it better. The diapers seemed like a step in the right direction. That and the doctor's appointment showed she was at least trying, or so it seemed.

*Ding*

Carol looked at her phone and saw a text from her husband, David. "I can't wait to tell her the news. I hope she is as excited as I am." Carol set her phone aside, leaving the message unread so she could respond later. 

***

Lisa turned on the shower, excited for a nice hot shower after having three accidents today. The water would help wash away any embarrassment she still felt, and that new pull-up design would help her feel comfortable in her skin for the first time in days now. The thought that she almost didn't make it in time when that laxative kicked in, made her skin crawl. "What would have happened if I was still out in public? Would I have been able to make it?" The thought made her terrified. But there was no way she was going to risk a wish around it. Anytime she wished for something regarding her bladder, it seemed to make things worse. 

"I just didn't want to keep waiting in lines. I didn't even think that was a wish, but I had to have made a wish then. That's when this all started, the day I got this stupid thing." She looked at the bracelet while leaning up against the wall next to the shower, feeling the steam coming from it. "Then the damn diapers started. Now, I wet the bed like I'm four. I wet myself randomly without warning." She started to spiral in thought as she continued to think more about making a wish around her bowels. "If I wished for anything around my bowels, I'd be done for. That would be it. There would be no going back. I'd be stuck wearing diapers forever to be safe. At least if I wet my panties, I could change out of them without a big issue. If I shit myself..."

Lisa stepped into the shower, wanting to wash the thought away. If she continued on that path, she would only spiral into a miserable state, and all she wanted to do now was relax and feel comfortable for the night. The hot water felt great against her skin. Lisa felt everything; all her worries started to wash away as she focused on the shower's sound and the water's warmth.

*Ding* 

Her phone broke her moment of peace. But, she didn't care. She would get to it after her shower. For now, she had the apartment to herself for an hour, and she was going to take advantage of that the best she could. First and foremost, by soaking in this shower some more. 

[Jayme]

I wonder how many unintentional wishes she's made so far, could just thinking about it subconscious activate the bracelet or does it have to be verbally?

[Story Nook]

7 hours ago, Jayme said:

I wonder how many unintentional wishes she's made so far, could just thinking about it subconscious activate the bracelet or does it have to be verbally?

I would need to do a double check, but a quick count I believe 8/13 wishes so far were unintentional. Only realizing the damage they caused after the fact. 

(I’m only counting wishes that would actually work. She’s made more but because of the rules, they didn’t work. They also would have counted towards the ones that were intentional)
 

I thought about having it be controlled via thought, but figured that would/could be a little too mean to our Lisa. So it has to be verbal. She must say the wish in order for it to be fulfilled. 

[Mary Moon]

I wonder how the old man, limo driver got rid of the bracelet? Now Lisa has to be careful because due to the laxatives, there is a risk that she might also poop herself, in fact she is worried about an involuntary desire in this regard.

Who knows what the good news is about the father

[zeeko28]

I think she might have to make that wish regarding pooping herself... surely it won't backfire... lol

Loving this story so much. Can't wait for more embarrassment and other magical changes. 

[Franzlm]

I hope the story continues. Was my favorite story.