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Wet American Summer (Chapter 10)
🕑 Added 2016-12-22 00:00:00 +0000 UTCI woke up early. The sky was still grey outside. My diaper was dry. I almost regretted that Aunt Sally wouldn’t witness it. Then felt ashamed to even allow that thought to cross my mind. I don’t have anything to prove to that old bitch. She can kiss my diapered butt goodbye.
I pulled down my pajama pants and looked at my 19 year old body swaddled in a large diaper in the mirror one last time before taking it off and discarding it. Still in disbelief that I let them get to me all the way to this point.
Maybe it was because I was so used to wearing diaper-like underwear, such as Goodnites, well into my teens. The practicality of it made it so I overlooked how absurd it was for a girl my age to wear a diaper. A full-on diaper. Bed wetting or not they were pushing it. I had never even leaked through my Goodnites for years now, except for yesterday but that wasn't bed wetting that was...
That was something else entirely. The thought of my genuine accident scared me. It was this place, I don't know what it was doing to me but it made me regress in a way that I never would've imagined possible. And Frankie... that scheming brat did everything in her power to put me in situations where it was difficult to... remain my adult self.
I opened my underwear drawer and noticed that it only contained diapers and Pull-Ups now. Wonderful.
I glanced at the rows of Pull-Ups that had most likely been arranged by Frankie when she added the diaper pack to my ever growing baby product collection. She must’ve removed all my panties at the same time to ensure that even if I wanted, I would never get to wear them again.
What could I do? I considered putting on one of the Goodnites for my trip back to the city, but I quickly brushed the idea aside. I wouldn’t get into Frankie's little games and let her humiliate me all the way back to the city.
I slipped in a pair of jogging pants to cover my naked butt and a white tank top. I gathered all my belongings in my suitcase and had a last look at the small cottage room I had only spent a week in.
I carefully got up the stairs and made sure I made as little noise as possible when I stepped out the door of that god-forsaken place.
As I walked along the lonely forest road to the bus stop, I felt a bit disappointed at myself. I let a 16 year old brat win this game. She literally chased me out of my own family cottage. However I also felt relief that the game would stop there. I couldn’t handle it psychologically anymore. I was starting to get nightmares in which I regressed into an actual child, got carried around by Frankie who would make me do all kinds of crazy stuff.
I was getting anxious, afraid that I would actually start to regress and wet myself accidentally in the day. I knew it was ridiculous. I was a grown up now, but yesterday’s accident had me thinking. I really did it, I peed myself like a helpless little girl. Like I wasn’t quite potty trained yet… The bed wetting didn’t help either. What if Frankie told the truth and she didn’t do anything to me? What if it was me all along, who still couldn’t be trusted to keep my bed dry at night?
I made the right decision to leave. Frankie and Aunt Sally were fucking psychopaths. They would’ve ended up parading me in my diaper in front of the whole family to punish me further or something as twisted as that. It wasn’t right.
That whole speech from Sally about me craving attention? What a bullshit excuse for the humiliation she made me endure. Nobody deserves to be treated like that.
I arrived at the bus stop. I still had about 20 minutes before the next one, but I didn’t want to wait until everybody got up.
It then crossed my mind that I hadn't gone to the bathroom before leaving. As a matter of fact I hadn't gone since... my accident the night before. I was put in a diaper straight after and went off to bed.
In the morning I could've gone, but the house was old and the toilets loud when they flushed... Couldn't risk to wake anyone. I didn't want to cause a scene in my escape. It dawned me then I might have to go at some point during the trip... and what if I fell asleep? I hadn't brought any Goodnite, could I risk it? Maybe I would... no.
No, it was getting to me again. I wouldn't fall asleep because I had just woken up and I wouldn't need to go because I could hold it for a two hour ride. I'm an adult. Or I could've just gone behind a tree in the forest. There was no one around. No... no. I could do this.
My cellphone rang. It was Frankie.
I didn’t pick it up. Why would I? I had nothing to say to that brat. Then I received a text message.
Frankie: Where are you baby?
I didn’t reply to that either. I saw the bus arriving from a distance.
Then a new text message from Frankie, a picture. I looked at it and saw myself, asleep in my cottage bed, mouth open, drooling, wearing a diaper with the printed word ‘’baby’’ on it. I felt a rush of blood to my head.
Then text after text she sent pictures of myself, asleep, wearing Goodnites with various prints matched with different t-shirts, obviously on different days.
The little brat had sneaked into my room every night, pulled down my covers and pants and took pictures of me.
Frankie: Want me to send your baby album to your whole contact list or maybe put them on Facebook? Answer now.
I felt rage and anxiety wash over me. What could I do? I saw the bus pulling up next to me.
Frankie: where are yoooooou?
I replied: The bus stop.
Frankie: Wait for me.
After a few minutes, the bus left, but I wasn’t aboard.
Comments
Haha you're probably right! But that's easy to say when disconnected from the situation... Frankie could send the pictures to a friend and have them expose Ashley to everyone and it wouldn't come directly from her. Sure it'd be her fault and she would get punished, but so would she for blackmailing Ashley in the first place so at this point why not do it? It feels like the potential punishment for Frankie would likely not be as bad as the potential reveal of the pictures
The correct responce would be to forward the pictures and blackmail threat to her mother and her grandmother's phones, tell her if she does anything she'd just show her threat to the cops as blackmail is illegal and then leave on the bus. Not panic :)
So far so good can't wait too hear the rest of the story
