Wet American Summer (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

 The door creaked open as my heart rate was growing faster than ever. I rubbed my cheek to hide the last remnants of my tears. Even though I knew they would still be able to tell I had been crying, it wasn’t that part that had me scared the most.

Picture this: A pouty girl girl coming down of the bathroom in her purple pajamas, smelling like fresh baby powder, her thick diaper loudly crinkling and  making a very noticeable bugle under her pants.

Now, what if I tell you that sad girl who’se been crying because she wet her Pull-Ups earlier in the evening and was just put in a night-time diaper is actually… a 19 year old woman. Would you believe it?

My blood was boiling as Frankie looked at me with her devilish grin, walking slowly behind me.

Frankie: It actually gives you a great butt. The diaper.

My eyes were shooting daggers at her face.

Frankie: Come on Ash, don’t be mad, you brought it on yourself. Remember your little accident?

Ashley: You could’ve just gave me another Pull-Up. 

Frankie: It was actually grandma Sally’s idea. To buy the diapers. She gave me money for them. She said it’d be the next step if you couldn’t make it to the potty on time… which you didn’t. So don’t you think about removing it, aunt Sally will know.

I felt tears forming in my eyes again, but they were tears of rage. It was even more humiliating because Frankie didn’t let me put it on by myself… she insisted I lie down on the cold bathroom tiles, cleaned me up with wipes as I hid my face in embarrassment. She even powdered me before finally taping the diaper around my waist. She said something about not wanting me to get a rash, but I knew it was more because she wanted me to smell like a baby as well as look like one. 

Frankie: Come on now, no more crying. Or should I bring you a pacifier? It would complete your new look so well.

Ashley: Don’t. Let’s get this over with. 

Before we left the bathroom I made Frankie swear not to say anything to attract my cousins’ attention to the diaper. I wasn’t sure she’d keep her word since she previously betrayed me, but I didn’t have a choice.

I was trapped in the bathroom and my only way to my room was to walk through the living room where my whole family was waiting. It was either the diaper under my PJs or my leaky Goodnites and wet shorts. At least with the diaper there was a chance nobody would notice. 

I took a deep breath and walked a steady pace. My plan was to tell everyone I was tired and quickly get downstairs to hide.

Frankie : Look who I’ve brought back everyone!

All the heads turn to look at me. So much for not attracting attention. I felt so small in my pajamas. Come to think of it, the Goodnites really weren’t so loud compared to the full-on diaper I was now sporting. I sounded as if my underwear were made out of plastic… which I guess it is? 

Joyce: Oh my gosh aren’t you so precious!

My cousin Joyce was clearly drunk as fuck.

Nancy: Why are you wearing PJs Ash? You going to bed already?

Ashley: Uh… yeah, I’ve got this headache now and…

Joyce grabbed my arm as I was passing by and yanked me on her knees.

Joyce: You remind me of when you were little! Doesn’t she Nancy, look!

Nancy: I don’t think Ashley wants to sit on you Joycie.

She couldn’t have been more right. At least my cousin was probably too drunk to notice the thick padding on my butt as she had me sitting on her knees like a puppy.

Joyce: Yeah she does! Don’t you Ash? It’s just like when you were a kid… We used to babysit you, you remember don’t you? When we were in our 20s, you must’ve been 7 or 8 then… You were so cute. 

Frankie: Did she ever sleep over?

I looked at Frankie with hatred in my eyes.

Joyce: She definitely did! She slept in my bed actually and I was so scared she would… you know. But she was such an angel. I miss those days sometimes.

Ashley: Alright now, I think I’m gonna…

Frankie: Scared she would what?

Joyce: Oh… well, I guess we can say it now, it was long ago! You see, Ash used to be a heavy bed wetter and I was scared she’d pee all over my sheets, can you imagine?

She started laughing hysterically. 

Frankie: Aw poor thing, didn’t she wear protection or something?

I wanted to kill her.

Joyce: She did! She did, she had those over-sized diapers like the ones your little cousins wear to bed, they had ballerinas on them. We called her our little ballerina!

She laughed again. I was mortified, I wanted to go away but not to attract attention.

Nancy: Stop it Joyce, you’re embarrassing her. 

Joyce : It was so long ago! You know I’m only teasing Ash?

Ashley : Yeah… of course. Alright have a nice evening guys.

Aunt Sally who had been oddly quiet got up at the same time as I did.

Sally: Yes I think it’s time for Ashley to go to bed.

She said it as if she was the one who made that decision for me.

Joyce: Speaking of diapers though…

My heart stopped for a moment.

Joyce: Can you make sure my little munchkin downstairs put theirs in before they go to sleep?

I was so relieved I stuttered for a second, but as I was about to answer…

Frankie: Of course aunt Joyce! I’ll make sure all the kids who need diapers wear them!

Joyce: Thanks Frankie.