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Chapter 7

I walked back to the parking lot, holding my Goodnites bag. Frankie was already in the car, waiting. I was suspicious. I entered the car on the driver side and took a seat.

Ashley: You hadn’t locked your door?

Frankie: Must Have forgotten.

Ashley: Why did you leave without me? I was looking for you…

Frankie : I saw you running right ahead, I thought I’d let you handle it. Plus I was tired of holding all those shopping bags. You were in such a hurry to buy your Pull-Ups, I thought maybe you needed a change.

Ashley: Don’t be stupid.

I tossed the Goodnites bag on her. She got a look at it.

Frankie: 20 huh, and how long is that supposed to last? A week?

Ashley: Very funny. Remember our deal. I played along today so you’re gonna speak to Aunt Sally and tonight is the last night I have to wear Pull-Ups.  Do I have your word?

Frankie: Of course you have my word Ash. I will do everything I can to convince Grandma that you shouldn’t be wearing those at night.

She seemed sincere, but I didn’t like her tone. It was too easy. She had been humiliating me for the past 3 days, would she stop now just because I asked her to? 

We drove back to the cottage. Frankie took her shopping bags from the trunk almost ran inside, obviously letting me carry the Goodnites pack. I should’ve taken a plastic bag from the cashier to conceal them but I was too embarrassed to be buying them on my own in the first place. 

I entered the cottage sneakily, trying to avoid being seen by anyone. It looked like the living room was empty. 

Nancy: Hey Ash!

The voice of my cousin almost gave me a panic attack. I tried to hide the Goodnite bag behind my back but it fell on the floor. Shit. Nancy was reading a book, sitting on the couch.

Nancy: I saw my daughter running down the stairs, I thought she might be with you. She looked like she was in a hurry. Shopping spree?

Ashley: Huh, yeah I guess you can say that.

I nervously picked up the pink package, trying to look casual. Nancy didn’t seem surprised at all.

Nancy: Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I saw my mom cleaning up your sheets yesterday, she told me about your accident… I’m so sorry you that it’s still happening to you Ash, I really am. It must be tough for you, but I’m sure it’ll pass. You won’t have to wear those all summer.

I wondered if she knew I was wearing one of those under my super tight jean shorts as we spoke.

Ashley: I hope not…

Nancy: Is Frankie giving you a hard time? I know she’s always been pretty bossy, especially with you.

What could I say? Would Nancy believe me if I told her the only reason I was currently wearing Pull-Ups was that her brat of a daughter conspired against me? And what would happen if I said so? That could revoke my deal with Frankie, she could try to take revenge… No. I should deal with that on my own, not let her mother intervene. She wouldn’t respect me if I did. I would only make me look like a tattle tale, not a strong independent woman. 

Ashley: Frankie is okay, she’s been teasing me a bit, but I guess I brought it on myself.

Nancy: For what it’s worth, if she’s making fun of you too much you may want to remind her that I made her wear Pull-Ups at school for a week last winter, when I found out she had been drinking alcohol with her friends behind my back.

Ashley: What?

Nancy: Yeah I still had a couple of Goodnites from when you were staying over that I kept in case… well to be honest in case you came back. But I found them another use with my bratty daughter. Boy was she mad, but she learned her lesson. She’s way too young to be drinking. I don’t know what she was thinking.

Things started making sense now. Frankie was ashamed and wanted to make me pay for it. That and she badly seeked attention. 

Nancy: Anyway, I promised her that if I caught her with alcohol again that I’d make her wear those for a whole month.

Ashley: Really?

That had me thinking.

Ashley: What’s with the diaper punishment in this family anyway?

Nancy: What do you mean?

Ashley: The whole ‘’if you do something wrong we’ll humiliate you by making you wear regressive underwear’’ type of thing. That’s pretty messed up.

Nancy: Well… I guess that’s the punishment we’ve grown up with. My mom used to do that with us too.. back then it was cloth diapers and plastic pants! I guess since there’s a lot of bedwetting in the family the leftover diapers had another use for punishment. If I remember correctly, it all started when I was making fun of Joyce for wetting the bed… mom made me wear a diaper for a whole week! I must’ve been 12 or 13, I was so embarrassed… After that it became the most feared form of discipline in the house. Boy would we get in line when that sanction was on the table. She never made me wear them again… but then I also never made fun of Joyce for wetting the bed again after that, so you could say it worked. And you can be sure it worked with Frankie too!

Ashley: I guess so…

Nancy looked at me with a funny smile.

Nancy: You should hide those in your room, everyone will be coming back soon for dinner.

I looked down at the Goodnites bag I was still holding.

Ashley: Right.

I started walking toward the staircase.

Nancy: Oh and Ash…

I turned around. 

Nancy: You might want to pull down your t-shirt a bit… your waistband is showing.

I blushed so hard my face started burning. I didn’t say anything and did as she told, my fingers brushing against my Pull-Ups as I tucked my shirt in my shorts and walked away.

Dinner was bittersweet. I kept looking at everyone’s reactions towards me, wondering if they all knew I was now in Pull-Ups full time. Nobody mentioned it of course, but I was suspicious. Frankie on the other hand was glowing, she gleefully talked about our shopping trip. The brat even mentioned our stop at the pharmacy. Thankfully, she didn’t say what we bought, but she was looking at me with her devious smile.

Around 8:00 PM the whole family gathered in the living room where we had a glass of wine and talked for a while. After a while I started fidgeting a little on my chair. Frankie took notice.

Frankie: You need to go to the bathroom honey?

Nancy and aunt Sally caught that and turned their gaze straight at me. My cousin had a puzzled look while my aunt seemed content. I pondered a moment, thinking I shouldn’t give her the satisfaction of identifying my urinary need, but the truth was… I did need to go pretty badly. Plus, if I ignored her, aunt Sally would probably make things worse for me anyway, so I got up.

Ashley: Excuse me…

Frankie: Do you need any help?

Nancy: That’s enough honey.

Frankie : What? Those shorts are awfully tight.. we girls need to look out for each other, right Ash?

Ashley: I think I’ll manage, thank you.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. My need to pee ever growing as I got close to the toilet.

I clutched at the button of my shorts but that damn thing was indeed very hard to pull out. Those jean shorts were so old and tight on me that I couldn’t make it budge. Yet I didn’t want to come out and ask for help. My bladder kept pressing me as I tried to pull my shorts down without unbuttoning them. They wouldn’t move, too tight around my waist. I started panicking.

A few drops came out in the front of my Goodnites. That was it, I needed to find help. I swore under my breath and went back to the living room, awkwardly walking with my thighs pressed against one another.

Ashley: Frankie…. could you come here a sec?

Frankie: What is it honey, you need help after all?

Ashley: NO! Hum… I want to talk to you about.. something.

Frankie: Oh. I’ll be here in just a minute.

I felt a first urine jet in my Goodnites.

Ashley: NOW Frankie!

I shouted a bit too loud. Everybody turned over to look at me. I smiled awkwardly to make it seem like there was nothing going on.

Ashley: Please…

Back in the bathroom, Frankie pulled on the button on my shorts and it took her 3 seconds to release it. She unzipped my shorts and pulled them down. She went to reach at my Goodnites but I stopped her.

Ashley: Okay thank you, you can go now!

Frankie: Hold on, I want to make sure you make it to the potty.

Ashley: I said out Frankie!! I want privacy!

Frankie: You had an accident didn’t you? Don’t deny it.

I didn’t know what to say, I just wanted her to leave so I could finally release my bladder in peace… or what was left in it anyway.

Ashley : Frankie…

She put her hand against the front of my Goodnites and pressed on it, squeezing the hot and wet padding. There was a twinkle in her eyes.

Frankie: Oh my god Ashley… you peed in your Pull-Ups!

That’s when it happened. I couldn’t take it anymore. The added pressure of the humiliation had me opening the gates and letting go. All of it. I flooded my Goodnites right on the spot, as she was holding them in the palm of her hand. Tears came down my face as well and I started bursting into tears.

Frankie: Oh come on darling, don’t cry… it’s okay… It’s okay.

She took her hand away from my crotch as the Goodnites started leaking a bit down my legs. 

The scene was grotesque. Pathetic. A 19 year old girl clad in a pair of Pull-Ups, crying and pissing herself as she was standing right on top of a toilet that she wouldn’t use. All before the eyes of her younger relative. I had never been more humiliated in my life… but it was about to become worse.

Frankie: Honey it’s not your fault okay, accidents happen. I’ll go downstairs and get you a change okay. I’ll be back soon.

Ashley: Th… thank you.

She got out. I was so ashamed. This time I couldn’t blame Frankie for wetting myself, although she did give me the shorts to wear, she didn’t have anything to do with my inability to hold it. At least she was being nice about it this time.

5 minutes later I heard two knocks and the door opened. Frankie got in. She was holding my purple pajamas.

Ashley: I… I don’t want to wear that now.

Frankie: Do as I say honey. Here you go.

She gave the pajamas to me along with… with a…. a diaper.

It was a thick, white diaper with baby blocks printed on them. I looked at her in disbelief.

Frankie : I got them at the pharmacy today. I knew they would be useful.

Ashley : What….?

Frankie: I swore I would make sure you didn’t have to wear Pull-Ups to bed anymore. Well now you don’t. Happy?

Ashley : I… I’m not. I’m not wearing that. What the fuck…

Frankie: Oh yes you are. It’s either that or I get everybody in the living room to come here and help me deal with your tantrum. What do you think they’re gonna say when they see you in your soaked Goodnites and wet shorts. Are you gonna blame me for that again?

Ashley : You… fucking… twisted….

Frankie : Watch your tongue little one. It’s not my fault you’re nothing but a piss baby who can’t even keep her training panties dry in the day. Now you’re getting what’s coming to you. You’re gonna take off your wet little Pull-Ups and we’re gonna put you in a nice, dry diaper. Look, I even brought wipes and powder to clean you up. After that we’ll put your cute pajamas on you and you’re gonna come back in the living room with the adults as the diaper-wearing little girl you truly are.