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Part 5
I woke up dry. I hadn’t been this happy about something so simple in almost 4 years. I woke up dry. I did not wet my traning pants in my sleep. I felt a strange mix of joy and shame at that thought. Like I was doubting myself. Why wouldn’t I wake up dry? Almost everyone around me believing I belonged in diapers had taken it’s toll on me.
I sat up in my bed, puzzled. What now? The embarassment grew stronger when I realized I knew exactly what to do. Unconsciously I was already doing it. I was waiting on aunt Sally to come and check me. I had to prove that I was a big girl, that I didn’t go potty in my Huggies bedwetter pants. If I changed by myself she would assume I had something to hide. So I waited.
The door was pushed open. To my surprise, only Frankie came in.
Ashley: What are you doing here?
Frankie: Good morning sunshine! Grandma Sally sent me. I’m in charge now, remember? Alright, inspection time. Did our little Ashley wet her Pull-Ups last night?
Ashley: I didn’t.
Frankie: We’ll see about that. Come on, get your diapered-butt up, I don’t have all day.
I reluctantly stood up.
Frankie : Pants down.
She grabbed my pajama pants and slid them down to my ankles in one motion. My cheeks were flushed but I stood still, swallowing my pride once again as well as my rage. She pressed her hand against the front padding of the zebra-decorated Goodnites and looked somewhat surprised by the result.
Frankie: Congrats little Ash. See, you can do it! If you keep waking up dry maybe we’ll even graduate you to big girl panties! Although with your little accident yesterday that’s not likely to be so soon.
Ashley: That was you! You spilled the water in my Goodnites.
Frankie: So quick to blame others, aren’t you? Careful though because you may find out you actually wet the bed last night after all, if you catch my drift. One word from me to grandma Sally and I guarantee you your ass will end up in the thickest diapers we can find. Have anything to say? No? That’s what I thought. Now, let’s get you changed.
I thought she just meant for me to change my pajamas but she headed over to my dresser and picked up the Goodnites bag.
Ashley : Nuh-uh! What are you doing, I’m dry!!
Frankie: Oh Ash, you’ve been wearing the same undies since yesterday, you need a fresh pair. Step out of those pants, will you?
I hesitated, wondering if that was another one of her evil plots, but I did as she told. Frankie pulled a pair of heart-covered Goodnites from the bag and unfolded it, accompanied by the crackling of the new garment.
She got close to me and teared off the sides of my purple stripes Pull-Up. I hid my privates with my long pajama t-shirt as she presented me with the new underwear for me to step into. I slipped my feet through the small holes and she did the rest. The new, still unstretched pair of Goodnites felt snug on my butt and crotch. They always felt more like diapers when you had just put them on.
Frankie then went through my wardrobe and selected a pair of very short jean shorts I hadn’t worn in years for me to wear over my ‘’daytime Pull-Ups’’. At least she didn’t have me eat breakfast upstairs in just my Goodnites and T-shirt. Not that I would’ve done it. She was playing on my limits. I put on the shorts, they were super tight, I struggled to button them up.
She gave me a t-shirt that at least covered the stripe of waistband visible peeking from the top of the shorts. As long as my shirt didn’t ride up my back I would be in the clear. I actually preferred them to a skirt, The jean muffled the crinkling sound of my trainers a bit since they were so tight.
Frankie: All set. Let’s go eat our breakfast.
We got up the stairs to find aunt Sally waiting for us by the kitchen counter. She seemed more relaxed then yesterday.
Sally: Good morning girls! Slept well? Everything okay this morning Frankie?
Frankie: Oh yes grandma, I did the routine you asked me to do and I changed Ashley.
Ashley: I was dry!!
Sally :Really?
Frankie: Yes, quite the accomplishment this morning. I told her how proud I was, but the silly pants wanted to keep the same underwear as yesterday. I thought it was better to have her in a fresh pair so I changed her Pull-Ups even though there was only a few drops in it.
Sally: You did well.
Ashley : There was NO drop! I was completely dry.
Frankie: Of course you were, sweety.
Sally: I’m sure she didn’t notice. Thank you Frankie.
I couldn’t believe how crazy this whole thing was. They were talking about me like I wasn’t there. Or worse, like I was a toddler without a say in anything.
Frankie: No worries grandma. Now today Ash, you’re going to tell me if you have to go to the bathroom okay? We don’t want any accidents like yesterday, do we?
Sally: Listen to Frankie, darling. I’ll check-in with her at the end of the day so I trust you’ll behave. What do you girls have planned for today?
She cut me off before I could utter any objection.
Frankie: We’re gonna go for some shopping at the mall! Ash is gonna help me find some clothes I want to buy.
That didn’t sound good at all.
Frankie: I was also thinking of getting some diapers for Ash at the pharmacy.
I almost spat out my orange juice immediately, instead I choked on it. The brat patted me on the back.
Frankie: Don’t get so worked up honey, I’m sorry. I meant Pull-Ups. The word slipped out.
She turned to aunt Sally.
Frankie: She’s running out. With the daytime wearing now… I put one in my purse this morning, you know, just in case… but there was only a couple left. She went through the pack fast.
Sally: Of course. Well I’ll give you some money to buy another… maybe we should take a bigger one this time. Wait here, I’ll go get my wallet.
As soon as aunt Sally left I took Frankie’s hand and dragged her to the hallway for some privacy. I pushed her on the wall.
Ashley: What the fuck is your problem?
She seemed amused.
Frankie: Watch your language.
Ashley: Seriously how fucked up are you? I can understand the revenge you’ve got going on, but when does it stop? Wasn’t I humiliated enough?
Frankie: Oh come on Ash… we both know you enjoy this.
Ashley: … What?!
Frankie: Don’t try to hide it. I’ve seen the look on your face. You like it when we treat you like this. You crave it.
Ashley: You’re out of your mind…
Frankie: Am I? Then how come you haven’t left yet? How come you put up with this? You’re 19 years old and you accept the fact that you have to wear Pull-Ups day and night like a toddler. If you really hate this, why are you still here?
Ashley: Because… because I don’t want to let you win.
Frankie: Does it seem like I’m losing? You’re the one in glorified diapers. No. I think you secretly like the humiliation. And I certainly like giving it to you.
Ashley: Well I’m telling you, I DON’T. So please, stop it.
Frankie looked at me with her usual grin and freckles in her eyes.
Frankie: Tell you what. Let me be in charge one more day. Just today and that’s it. You let me embarrass you a bit in front of strangers and I won’t do it here. I’ll tell grandma you behaved well and she may even let you back in your regular undies… if that’s really what you want.
Ashley : I DO.
Frankie: You’ll go back to being a boring bedwetter… if you’re not doing it on purpose.
Ashley: I AM NOT.
Frankie: Do we have a deal?
Ashley: So after today we’re done?
Frankie: Do we have a deal here?
Ashley: Deal.
I drove us to the mall. The whole way there I kept thinking about what Frankie had said. Why I hadn’t left. I was trying to figure out the ultimate reason. I didn’t want to lose face in front of my family, of course. I didn’t want to let Aunt Sally twist the narrative and have everyone thinking I had the bladder control of a three year old. Most of all, I didn’t want to let them win…. but what did I gain by staying? I got to keep things a bit quieter than they could be. However I was also humiliated day after day. Treated like an incontinent, irresponsible little girl and bullied around by a 16 year old brat.
What Frankie was saying was troubling… did I like being treated like this? Did I secretly enjoy the embarassment of being put back in bed wetter training panties? Of course not… I mean, who would like that sort of thing, right? Come on… I’m 19 years old. I don’t belong in fucking Pull-Ups!! Yet what she had said slowly took it’s toll on me…
Frankie: Hellooo? Diaper-butt, are you listening to me?
Ashley: Hmm, sorry what?
I turned off the car and removed my seat belt. She looked at me suspiciously.
Frankie: Did you just pee yourself?
Ashley: What?! No! I don’t do that!
Frankie: You we’re all absent-minded… Ashley, don’t lie to me if you had an accident. It’s okay.That’s why we have you in Pull-Ups. Just in case.
Ashley : I did NOT wet myself. I’m 19 years old Frankie. The only reason I had to change yesterday is because YOU spilled water in my Goodnites, okay?
Frankie: Then you won’t mind if I check you then?
Ashley: This is ridiculous! I think I would’ve noticed if I peed myself in the middle of the Goddamn day.
Frankie: Watch your language! Remember this is part of our deal so you’re gonna do what I say. You’re gonna open this door, come outside and show me your Pull-Ups like a good girl. And you better hope you’re dry because I just brought one spare for the day and it’s only 10AM. If I need to change you again I’ll consider putting you in a diaper for the rest of the day, is that understood?
Ashley: You don’t need to change me, I’m not a baby.
Frankie: You’re acting like one now… maybe you want me to revoke our deal ?
Ashley: No, no. Fine. I’ll do it.
I proceeded to do as I was told. I got out of the car, walked over to the passenger side as Frankie closed the door behind her. I started unbuttoning my jean shorts… they were hard to unfasten. The shorts were old and too small for me, I had difficulties with it.
After a moment of seeing me wiggling, Frankie intervened and unbuttoned it for me, sliding down the zipper to reveal the pink and purple hearts on my Goodnites. She pressed on the padding, and accompanied by a plastic sound she slid her hand down to the bulge on my crotch, looking at me in the eye as she did.
She finally ended the embarrassing inspection by quickly removing he hand and declared:
Frankie: All dry. Good job honey. Be careful though, next time I ask you something you better do it quick. Consider yourself warned.
She buttoned my shorts up and gave me a pat on my padded butt.
Frankie: Alright let’s go to the mall.
I followed her around for a few hours, carrying her clothes, watching her as she paraded outside of the dressing rooms with all kinds of coats, t-shirts and pants. To be honest, I thought it could have been worse. She didn’t make any mean comment, she was just a teenager trying on clothes, having a good time. For a moment there I caught myself actually having a good time. Frankie was really a cool kid when she wasn’t such a bully.
All of this changed when she mentioned our next destination: the pharmacy.
