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Chapter 12

I walked out of the bathroom with a smile on my face, which got Frankie suspicious. 

Frankie: What are you smiling for, crinkle butt?

My butt did, in fact, crinkle as I walked but I couldn’t hear it anymore. I was just biding my time until the moment was right. 

Frankie: Did you put your trainers on like a good girl?

Ashley: Yes.

Frankie: Show me then.

Without any hesitation, which seemed to take Frankie aback, I lowered my jogging pants, showing off the flowers on my padded crotch. 

Frankie: Good. Let’s go then, let’s take a walk.

We followed the road further away from the house. I was making extra efforts to win Frankie’s favor, to make sure she wouldn’t suspect anything. 

Ashley: You know Frankie, I thought about what you said… maybe you were right. Maybe it’s all my own fault. Since I.. did have an accident in my Pull-Ups… in the bathroom yesterday… And it got me thinking. Maybe I do deserve to wear them. Maybe I need them.

Frankie didn’t say anything. It was probably the last thing she expected to hear. After all, I did just try to run away without saying anything to anyone. My admission to needing diapers caught her off guard, but she still seemed suspicious. That kid was smart, she wouldn’t be tricked so easily.

Frankie: I’m glad you see it that way. 

She was smiling her hypocritical smile that I hated so much. The bitchy teenager smile that probably had half her teachers wanting to punch her in the face. 

*

We walked for a few miles. The sun had risen up and it was getting hot and humid. Wearing a pair of sweatpants on a hot summer day like this wasn’t the best idea I ever had. Especially now that I was wearing Goodnites under them.

Ashley: Can we go inside or something? It’s getting really hot… I’m sweating under those

Frankie: Good thing you’re wearing absorbent underpants then isn’t it? I’m just kidding, don’t worry Ash, I know the perfect place to go.

We entered a park that I thought seemed familiar. We stopped at a fountain to drink water.  

Frankie: Drink a lot. We don’t want you getting dehydrated.

I could see her angle there, but at the same time I was actually very thirsty. 

Once we resumed our walk  I saw the building we were heading to. I remembered why the park was familiar. We used to go there when I was younger… to the outdoors swimming pool.

We approached the window, I was starting to get nervous. I knew Frankie had took away all my bikini bottoms as they were stored in the same drawer as my underwear. 

Frankie: We’d like to access the pool, the two of us.

Ashley: Hum… You go ahead, I don’t have my swimsuit… so.

Frankie: Nonsense. I want to swim and you need to stay with me. It’ll be for the two of us, I insist.

Cashier: Well I’m afraid she’s right, it’s our policy that everyone has to wear a swimsuit around the pool. No pants are allowed around the swimming area.

(Author’s note: That’s an actual policy that I’ve witnessed at an outdoors pool btw! I’m not making it up for the sake of the story, there are lots of pools that don’t accept pants!) 

Ashley: What? But that’s ridiculous… I’m not even going to swim! I don’t have a towel either.

Frankie: Don’t worry Ash, you can go in just your underwear.

Cashier: That’s… also prohibited I’m afraid. 

Frankie: Look man, my friend here has incontinence issues. She’s wearing a diaper right now. Are you going to discriminate her from going to your swimming pool because of her… handicap?! Is that what this is?

Ashley: Frankie!!

Frankie: You don’t have to be embarrassed honey. 

Cashier: I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… here. You can go in for free! On me! If you could just… let the lifeguards know about your friend’s… condition, I’m sure they’ll understand and you can keep your pants on without a problem.

Frankie: Thank you. Come Ash, let’s get in.

I was dying of shame. I don’t know who was more embarrassed between the cashier and me. Probably me. He looked away as I passed by him. Frankie took her T-shirt off. Apparently she already knew we’d be coming here since she was wearing her swimsuit under her clothes. As she got ready to swim, I sat in the shade, trying to avoid attention.

Frankie: What are you doing? You’re not allowed to wear pants in here.

Ashley: But he said…

Frankie: Screw that guy, you must be so hot in those sweatpants. Take them off. There’s no one around except the lifeguards… Don’t worry about them. Besides your Pull-Ups look like panties anyway. 

Ashley : No they don’t! They… they crinkle and they’re thick and have prints on them!

Frankie : Would you prefer to get a tan in the extra thick diaper I’ve got for you in my bag? Hmm? …I didn’t think so.

I got up and looked around. The pool area was indeed empty. It was still early in the morning. I swallowed my pride yet again and slipped out of my sweatpants, standing in just my glorious padded underwear, meant for bedwetting teenagers. I figured that I’d be better off doing it right away, bring less attention on myself. If I wouldn’t have done it, Frankie would’ve certainly made a big deal out of it.

I could only imagine her bringing the lifeguard over and asking him if it was okay for me to just wear diapers out there. At least now there’d be a chance no one would notice if I remained low key - however unlikely that chance was with Frankie around. 

*

An hour passed and I was sitting in the same corner. Frankie had been swimming in the pool, flirting with a good looking lifeguard that looked to be somewhere between 19 and 22. 

I was looking forward to my plan to get revenge on Frankie falling into place. I could only imagine it and it felt good. I could feel something else though… the pressure in my bladder. I needed to go to the bathroom after drinking so much water, but I didn’t want to attract Frankie’s attention towards me.

After a while it became unbearable and I got up, headed to the building where the bathroom was located, hoping that she’d be too busy flirting with Muscle Man over there to pay attention. Obviously, she wasn’t.

Frankie: Hey Ash! Where you going?

She walked right over to me.

Frankie: What’s the matter?

Ashley: I’m going to the bathroom.

Frankie: Oh… I see. Well, I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege just yet. 

Ashley: I don’t care what you say, I need to go.

Frankie: Listen. It’s either you wet your Pull-Ups right now and get a change without me saying anything…. or you go to the bathroom and I call Grandma Sally. I’ll tell her that you’ve had an accident and that I need a spare diaper for her to bring here. You’ll be in for a bonus spanking I believe.

Shit. This could ruin my plan altogether. If Frankie got Aunt Sally mixed in this, she would most likely take us back to the cottage where I wouldn’t be able to do anything. I needed Frankie to think she had won if I wanted her to let her guard down.

Ashley: Fine. Fine… Don’t call Sally. I… I’ll do it.

She looked at me with her devious smile. 

Frankie: Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go see that hot life guard over there and tell him you need to go potty really bad. Do the potty dance too! Well I guess you’re already doing it… Then when he starts giving you directions you’ll stop fidgeting and pee in your diaper right there, in front of him. After that you’ll come back over here, grab the extra Pull-Up in my bag and go back to him for directions. Understood?

Ashley: ………Yes.