Wet American Summer (Chapter 28) (Patreon)

I got out of the shower feeling brand new. As if I had just washed away a week’s worth of filth, psychological humiliation and physical degradation. I just knew I was done with it.

I peed in the toilet. I’m not sure you can understand that feeling. Have you ever felt the sheer joy of urinating in the designated place? I have. It was god damn blissful. I couldn’t help but throw imaginary middle fingers up at anyone who wanted to catch me slipping. 

‘‘Ain’t peeing my pants this time, bitches. Look at me on the potty like a big girl! I won’t even need to go later, what you gon’ do now?’‘

I have to admit I was going a little mad. But it was almost over.

After today, James would pick me up, break up with that bitch Casey and we would ride off in the sunset together... or, you know, whatever the sun’s position would be at the time. 

A sunset would’ve been nice, but at that point I would’ve taken anything, rain or fucking sleet. 

Frankie had been somewhat dealt with. I doubted she’d try any more blackmail with her mother watching her that closely, especially since she was now most likely clad in a Goodnite at that exact moment, too busy hating every minute of it.

Casey was a wild card however. James had told me he would break up with her the night before, yet she claimed she hadn’t seen him and frankly I don’t think she would’ve shown up to ‘’babysit’’ me at my aunt’s demand after such a sudden separation.

I could only hope James would grow the balls to talk to her as soon as possible so I could get her off my back. I needed to make sure he would act before I truly lost my mind. 

I came out of the bathroom, my towel wrapped around me and quickly crossed the hallway. What was the hurry, you ask? I know, I had just walked the house in a full-on nighttime diaper, but what can I say, I’m a modest person.

When I entered my bedroom, my bed was made, which wasn’t the case when I had left it with Casey earlier. She had been in such a rush to drag me upstairs, but why would she make my bed now? She had also picked my clothes out for me, which consisted of a pair of jean overalls. The classic childish attire, why would I be surprised? 

One detail surprised me though: there wasn’t a diaper laying next to it. Not even a pair of Goodnites. As a matter of fact, no underwear had been selected for me.

I paused for a second, my eyes scanning the room. What else had changed? My cellphone. It wasn’t at it’s usual spot on my nightstand. As a matter of fact it was nowhere to be seen!

I looked around, slightly panicking. What if James tried to communicate with me? I hadn’t picked up my messages when Casey woke me up  Or what if I wanted to text him? Warn him that his soon-to-be ex girlfriend was currently at my family’s cottage, getting paid by my aunt to watch over me!

This couldn’t be any good. if, god forbid, James decided to break up with Casey over the phone... I would be a first hand witness and most likely reap the fruits of her anger.

I started searching through my stuff, for the device until I was on all fours, looking under the bed. There was nothing there.

Casey: Is this what you’re looking for?

I heard Casey’s voice from behind me as I was crawling on the carpet, then turned around to claim my phone back. 

She wasn’t holding my cellphone though. She was dangling a pair of Disney Princess Pull-Ups. The same pair I had stolen from the kids’ room when I was planning to escape and wasn’t confident enough to go through an 8 hour drive without protection for my recent bed wetting relapse.

Casey: I found those under there when I was cleaning up your room a bit. I thought they looked SO adorable! Are those the ones you get to wear in the day time sweetheart? With the princesses? I babysat little girls with the same exact ones! I mean... they wore those to bed only, but everybody grows at their own pace.

Ashley: Where’s my phone Casey?

I had enough of her bullshit. I didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore. 

Casey: But really though, why were you hiding these pink Pull-Ups under your bed?! I’m starting to think you really do get some kind of twisted pleasure out of this!

I blushed a little bit as I realized I did in fact steal a pair of training panties from a child’s package with the firm intention of putting it on before leaving. But there wasn’t any context here! All I had left was the bulky diapers I was now forced to wear at night! A simple Goodnite would’ve given me peace of mind on the bus home, but Frankie had stolen all of them. All I wanted was to make sure I wouldn’t wet myself in my sleep in front of everyone. Of course, I couldn’t admit that to Casey, so I had to settle for something a little less convincing. 

Ashley: These... Aren’t mine. I don’t know why they were there, I usually wear Goodnites, you saw them yesterday! These are not mine!

My loss for words, repetition and nervousness all betrayed my lie. I knew Casey wasn’t buying it. My self-confidence was quickly weakening as I tried to come up a better excuse for these hidden training panties.

Casey: Well I guess they are now! Oh, except if you wanted to put another full diaper on? I was looking for these so-called Goodnites of yours, but it appears you no longer have them. Went through all of them quickly, maybe?

Ashley: Frankie has them now.

The little brat. I was hoping they kept her in them for the rest of the summer. Although I knew that Nancy wouldn’t bother buying a new package when that one would be empty... and to be honest, I was almost hoping there would be some left for me because I did not intend on going back to the store for a new one... and even though I hadn’t peed the bed the previous night, I was still uncertain about the future.

Casey: Right. If Frankie has them, what’s left for you? 

Ashley: I can just... wear nothing under there. I don’t care, but I’m not putting a diaper back on.

Casey: Oh you are NOT going commando, missy. I was given specific instructions and I’m not risking you making a mess in your overalls.

It angered me that I was still treated like an accident prone toddler, but Casey convinced me with a final argument.

Casey: You want your phone... don’t you?