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Part 22

I stepped out of the bar’s bathroom with Sally holding my arm. We were followed closely by Casey.  My eyes were fixed on the car, on the other side of the terrasse. I knew people were staring as I walked past them. My thickly diapered butt was getting me a lot of attention. It produced a loud rustling plastic sound with every step I took. 

My tears had dried up, although my mascara was a bit faded. It was clear I had been crying while I got my diaper changed.

I could hear the drunken jokes among the crowd.

‘‘Look at her, why is she wearing a diaper did she pee herself or something?’‘

‘‘Hey baby, can I buy you a bottle of milk?’‘

‘‘That’s kind of gross, do you think she poops in them too?’‘

‘‘Maybe it’s a bachelorette party... but why is she crying?’

It wasn’t though.

I had been put in a night time diaper because Sally found out I had slightly wet my Goodnites. Basically a potty training failure.

I crinkled my way through the crowd, the word ‘’baby’’ written over my diaper, to make sure I couldn’t possibly be mistaken for an adult, as if parading around in Pampers wasn’t obvious enough.

I felt like Cersei Lannister during her walk of atonement, except I was diapered instead of naked. What’s the difference, really? She revealed that she had stretch marks, I revealed that I stil piss myself - or so they’ll believe.

My aunt Sally took the car keys from my shorts’ pocket and I sat down on the passenger seat as Casey waved at me with a smile through the window. 

Casey: Bye Ashley, see you soon!

I don’t think so.

***

The drive back home was silent. I tried my best not to look down at my diaper, but I could feel it all over my butt, tightening around my thighs. I stared out the window, thinking back to the morning, when I was about to catch that bus out of this town and go back to the city. 

It all seemed far away now, but it wasn’t out of reach. I was boiling inside, planning to leave right away as soon as I got to the cottage. I would just go out and wait for the next bus. Of course the next bus was the next day at 7AM... 11 hours away. Where would I go in the meantime, I did not know, but I had to leave.

First, I would need to remove that diaper though, as the reason I had it on in the first place was my little accident... which was more of a slight trickle then an full-blown wetting. I hadn’t been able to use the bathroom since and I was now sealed into this thick absorbent garment while still having to pee.

I knew Sally meant for me to keep it on until bedtime, but there was no way I could hold it overnight.

Of course I could try to make it until I went to bed and then use my diaper. Since I was expected to wet the bed, Sally would probably think I used it in my sleep and I’d still get to wear Pull-Ups tomorrow.... Wait, what was I thinking?!

I really needed to get it together because this whole thing was seriously messing me up. Was I really going to wet my diaper on purpose...? And then keep it on for the whole night!? What was wrong with me? A week ago I thought I was done with bedwetting for good and now I genuinely considered peeing myself right before I went to bed.

It did minimize the consequences in the long run. If I wanted to wear Pull-Ups the next day and not the same kind of diaper.... but did I really want to wear Pull-Ups? No, I had to wear them... right?

If this degenerative punishment system was meant to make me consider the lesser evil as inherently good... it worked.

Diaper, Pull-Ups, what difference did it make? I didn’t belong in any of those things and I wouldn’t let them turn me into a 19 yeard old toddler, eager to put on her big girl training panties. I would not let them.

These thoughts ran through my mind as I was almost forgetting the fact that I did let my aunt change me in a bar’s bathroom and was now heading back to the cottage in that same diaper.

Sally pulled the car over in the driveway as I imagined the look on everyone’s face when they would see me come in. 

Fortunately, I didn’t have to suffer through it as the living room was empty when we came in. The lights were on, suggesting there was someone home, but it looked like everyone had left.

Sally: They’re all at the park for the fireworks tonight, but you’re not dressed for that, are you? 

I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to go to the stupid fireworks. I prayed she would leave to meet them and this way I’d be able to momentarily remove my diaper and use the toilet. I was growing desperate.

Ashley: Aunt Sally, I really have to...

I was cut off by Frankie yelling downstairs.

Frankie : Fine! I am, I’m going. Okay?!

I heard her angrily climbing up the stairs, each step stomping on the floor to express her wrath. She finally appeared before us, wearing pink pajama pants and a black hoodie, so I assumed she was going to watch the fireworks with the rest of the family. 

She looked surprised to see me as a faint glint of panic flashed through her eyes, before she immediately put her bitter facade back on and sneered as she realized I was standing there in just a diaper.

Frankie: So I was right then, you really peed yourself? Can you even hold it anymore?

Nancy followed her daughter up the stairs, taken aback when she saw me, but she didn’t comment on it, acting as if nothing was weird about a 19 year old in a T-shirt and a diaper.

Nancy: Frankie has something to tell you Ashley.

The teenager sighed, but didn’t complain. As she walked over, I noticed a muffled ruslting noise that I now knew all too well coming from beneath her pajamas. Victory didn’t taste so sweet however, now that Frankie was wearing Pull-Ups like the bratty child she was, I had to be in a diaper.

Frankie: I’m sorry for treating you badly in the past few days. I’m sorry for humiliating you and for making fun of you.

Sally: Oh but you shouldn’t be sorry my dear, we know it was Ashley’s idea to take you to that bar and she’ll face the consequences.

Nancy: Mom, Frankie also has her part of the blame and while Ashley did show poor judgment on this, she had been through a lot this week thanks to my daughter. Ashley didn’t force drinks down her mouth, she did that on her own and she knew what would happen if I ever caught her drinking again. Right Francesca? Why don’t you show Ashley what you’re wearing under those pants? 

For the first time this summer, Frankie actually looked ashamed. It almost looked as if her cheeks had reddened a bit and she looked down at the floor, holding on to the hem of her hoodie.

Nancy: Don’t be so bashful, honey, you teased her so much about it... It’s not funny anymore, is it?

Her daughter remained silent, so Nancy took it upon herself to turn her around and lift the back of her hoodie up while simultaneously tugging down her PJ pants to reveal the back of her purple, zebra patterned Goodnites over a very red bum.

Frankie: Mom!!

She quickly slid her pants back up to cover her embarrassment, leaving just the waistband in sight, before adjusting her sweater over it, completely hiding her Pull-Ups.

Nancy: She’s gonna be wearing those for quite some time, so she’d better get used to them. Now we were heading for the fireworks, hopefully we still have some time before they start, are you joining us?

Sally: You go ahead, honey, Ashley and I need to talk first.

Frankie winked at me on their way out.

In my diaper, with a full bladder... this was not a conversation I was looking forward to.