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Chapter 5

When Melissa finally woke up, the sun had been shining for hours and the apartment was almost squeaky clean. You can guess who had already picked up the dozens of half-full cans of beers, half-empty red cups and the rest of the trash that littered our living room in the wake of the party for her 21st birthday.

The young woman rubbed her eyes and yawned, barely noticing the difference between the total mess our place used to be and the tolerable state it now resembled. Barefoot, she slowly lumbered through the kitchen and haphazardly grabbed one of the glasses by the sink to fill it up with water from the tap before she proceeded to wash it down and fill it up again.

‘’Be careful, you know what happens when you drink too much, we don’t want another accident, do we?’’ I sneered, my hands still covered in old beer and God knows what else.

‘’Oh shut up.’’ She blurted between two gulps.

I smiled. ‘’Did you wet the bed?’’

She shook her head in defiance, as if that was an achievement. ‘’You haven’t managed to turn me into an actual bedwetter yet.’’

She lifted the hem of her long light blue t-shirt to reveal the crotch of her Goodnites. Funny how proud she was for someone who was still sporting a pair of children’s training pants, albeit dry a one. She gave it a few pats to emphasize its unused state before quickly sliding the t-shirt back and hiding it. She looked around as if she had just realized something.

‘’Is he still here?’’ Melissa whispered.

‘’Who?’’ I feigned ignorance. 

‘’You know who I’m talking about. The guy from last night.  I don’t remember everything very clearly but I swear you guys disappeared together at some point… What happened?’’

My cheeks flushed lightly. I picked up yet another plate and started removing the pizza grease that covered it, absentmindedly staring down at the crumbs spinning through the drain. I knew Mel wouldn’t let it go, but I was hoping her headache would force her to drop the issue and go lie down somewhere. 

She could tell by my silence that she wouldn’t be getting the full story out of me just yet… if ever, but she pried anyway, using a different tactic.

‘’Are you going to see him again?’’ She took a long sip from her water. ‘’I bet he DMd you already. ‘Oh Frankie I miss you so much, where have you been all my life?’ ‘’ She started giggling like a schoolgirl fussing over some juicy gossip. 

‘’it’s not like that.’’ I replied, slightly amused. ‘’I just don’t want to talk about it.’’

I picked up a glass, drenched it in soap and proceeded to rinse it.

‘’What is it like, then? Come on, give me the details, since when are you so embarrassed about these things? Spill the damn tea.’’

Without a warning I grabbed the front of Melissa’s Goodnite, tugged it open and emptied the full glass down there. She gasped as the seat of her padded underwear absorbed the warm water.

‘’Oh no you didn’t!’’ She shouted, pushing me back. ‘’You bitch!’’ 

‘’Uh oh, looks like someone did have an accident in her big girl Pull-Ups after all’’ I commented condescendingly. ‘’I think we should change you before you start leaking like last night, young lady.’’

‘’Forget it, I’m not wearing those today, you twisted psychopath… Woah, that did make me need to actually pee though.’’

‘’Do you need help sliding it down, sweetheart?’’

She responded by lifting her middle finger back at me while she headed towards the bathroom. I smirked back, satisfied. She did not need to know what had happened between Gabriel and I the night before. I was doing my best to forget about it as it were. 

That proved to be a difficult task, my thoughts kept bringing me back to it, just as my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter next to me for the fourth time that morning. I did my best to avoid looking at it, but my curiosity got the best of me, as always.

I slid down the panel to make sure I wouldn’t leave any ‘’read’’ marks on the conversation. I shouldn’t have added him as a friend. What kind of friend was he to me anyway?

‘’I know you’re up… are you avoiding me already?’’ The message said. 

About that he was damn right. I had nothing to say to him. Who texts four times the night after meeting someone, desperate much? I promptly ignored the message and put my phone back down, inhaling deeply. What if he told someone? Would he do that?

Over the years I had learned it was best not to trust anyone, especially boys, with my secrets. Melissa was the only person who had seen me in a vulnerable state and that was after years of vetting. So why did I let this random guy see me the way he had? What was it about him? 

The sound of the toilet flushing interrupted my thoughts and hearing Melissa coming out soon starting giving me new ones. I expeditiously washed my hands before swiftly crossing the living room and headed towards Melissa’s room. Without knocking, I pushed open her door just in time to catch her rummaging through her underwear drawer.

‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ I inquired, resting my hands on my hips.

‘’Uh… changing? Can I get some privacy, mom?’’ Her tone was playful, but the look in her eyes spelled a bit of fear.

‘’Into those? I hinted at the panties she was holding. ‘’Melissa, I think we both know it’d be safer if you protected yourself. You leaked through your Pull-Ups last night, remember?’’

‘’That was only because you and that other guy hogged the bathroom!’’ She anxiously replied. ‘’Come on, I’m going to brunch with my friends. The game is over, I can go back to big girl mode now…’’

I walked towards her and gently put my hand on her back, sliding it down to her padded bottom, swollen by the water.

‘’This isn’t a game sweetie. Maybe we can try you in big girl panties when you’re ready.’’

I took the underwear from her hands and put them back in the drawer. 

‘’It’s not funny Frankie, I’m already late…’’ Melissa said as she tried taking them back, only to be stopped when I smacked her hand. ‘’Ouch! What the hell…’’

I immediately yanked down her wet Pull-Ups, lifted her shirt and peppered her butt with light spanks, reddening it in the process. In shock, she put her hands down to block mine, then pushed me back.

‘’Frankie!’’ She yelled. ‘’Stop, okay, I’ll do as you say… I didn’t think you still wanted to play, relax. What’s wrong with you?’’

‘’Me? Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m not the one who peed myself last night, am I? I’m not the one who wants to play the big girl when clearly I can’t be trusted in adult underwear.’’ 

‘’Fine, I’ll wear the damn Pull-Ups, you don’t have to make a scene about it. I’m sorry mommy.’’ The sarcasm in her tone wasn’t lost on me.

The young redhead stepped out of the soaked training pants, leaving it on the floor and headed towards her closet. Half naked, she started searching through her mess for the Goodnites bag.

‘’Where is that thing? Did you put it somewhere else when you took one out for me last night?’’ She asked as she half-heartedly rummaged through her pile of clothes.

‘’You know what?’’ I chided. ‘’I think you’re too much of a baby for Pull-Ups anyway. Come here, I have something else in mind for you.’’

‘’Frankie… You don’t mean…?’’

‘’If you don’t want a real spanking you better stop searching in that closet and get your red butt over here, missy.’’ I menaced. 

She froze, dropping a pair of jeans on top of the stack as she slowly got up on her feet, her backside towards me, her cute freckled butt just peeking down her shirt.

‘’Come here before you pee yourself’’ I laughed, trying to break the tension. I was afraid I might have come across as a bit too forceful. When she turned around, the look on her face reassured me. I knew that look. She was getting turned on by my assertiveness.

‘’Yes mommy…’’ She said timidly, this time meaning it, giving me fuel to go back in character.

‘’When you stop having accidents in the day, then maybe we’ll try you in training pants again. I’m not sure I can trust you to ask for the potty anymore. I think it’ll be safer to just put you back in a diaper for now, until you show me you can be a big girl again, alright?’’

Melissa nodded silently and sat down on the bed, pouting like a scolded child.

‘’It’s not a punishment, baby’’ I continued as I lifted her pacifier from her bedside table to slide it into her mouth, helping her getting into a regressed mindset. She frowned at first, but her lips started sucking lightly on it as soon as it landed in her mouth. ‘’You know it’s for your own good, don’t you? You’ll feel much better knowing there won’t be any embarrassing leaks today. Pull-Ups are meant just in case, when you only tinkle a little bit… but we both saw yesterday that they can’t hold it all when you have full blown accidents.’’

‘’Yesh they can, she mumbled through her pacifier, it’sh jush that I peed in them twishe lash night…’’

‘’Exactly my point… That’s why I’m putting you in something that will protect you no matter how many times you go potty.’’

We kept some thick adult-sized overnight diapers in her dresser, for the scenes that delved deeper into age regression. The package was carefully hidden under a pile of sweaters. I grabbed one of them, it was all white and very thick, perfectly babyish for my little girl.

I slipped the crinkly garment under her butt as she automatically lifted her skinny legs up to help me change her, finally accepting her fate like a good girl, but still sulkily sucking on her pacifier.

I made sure to be generous with the baby powder. Part of me enjoyed being able to smell it through her clothes. We had gone out in public with her wearing her Goodnites many times before, but this would be the first time in a potentially noticeable attire.

When I taped it snuggly around her waist and realized how thick it was on her butt, I suddenly starting feeling bad for her. Was I going too far? 

‘’Shank you’’ She whispered, smiling back at me through her binky. It gave me confidence that I had her consent. I leaned in closer to her face and pressed my lips against her pacifier.

‘’Pashi kish!’’ She blushed, giggling.

‘’Yes, a paci kiss for you, sweetheart. You don’t have to be a big girl today, you can just be my baby. Would you like that?’’

‘’But, I shtill wanna go to brunsh with my friendsh…’’ 

‘’Of course you do, and you can. But will you friends change you if you tinkle in your diaper, baby? We both know how much you like mimosas…’’

She fussily shook her head.

‘’No? Even if you bring an extra diaper in your purse? Are you sure no one will volunteer if you ask them politely? You can just say ‘I’m sorry, but my diaper is wet, would you please change it for me?’ ‘’

Poor Melissa was blushing so hard. ‘’Shtop it... ‘’ 

‘’Well in this case, I won’t have you stay in a wet diaper and get a rash… Since this big baby needs someone to check on her, I think there’s only one solution: I’m coming with you.’’