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Ashley gets up early to catch the bus back to the city.

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Chapter 10

I 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. 

I pulled down my pajama pants and looked at my 19 year old diapered body in the mirror one last time before taking it off and discarding it. 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 baby product collection. She must’ve removed all my panties at the same time to ensure I would never get to wear them again.

What should 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. I’d rather go commando. 

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, that I would let a 16 year old win this game. She literally chased me out of my own family cottage. However I also felt relief that the game would stop here. I couldn’t handle 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 bedwetting 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. 

That last thought crossed her mind as 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. 

I waited about 15 minutes, trying to get rid of my memories from last night, but then I got a call on my cellphone.

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. It was an attachment. I opened it and saw a picture of myself, asleep, wearing my 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, obviously took on different days. 

The little brat had sneaked into my room every night, pulled covers and pants down and took pictures of me. 

Frankie: Want me to send that to your whole contact list or put them on Facebook?

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.