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Part 1

My name is Ashley. I’m 19 years old…. and I’m currently in bed, wearing a diaper 

I know you’re thinking that I must be some kind of bed wetter. That even though I’m an adult, I still need diapers to stay dry at night. Think again.

It all started back when I moved to my aunt’s cottage to spend the summer with her and my cousins. We’re a pretty big family and I’m the youngest by far. ‘Baby of the family’ if you want to make that overplayed joke.  My older cousins all have kids now. The eldest is Frankie, a manipulative little brat. She’s the reason why I’m in diapers right now.  Want to know how it happened?

I’m used to being with the kids a lot. As the youngest of the adults, I always acted as a babysitter to give some rest to my cousins. On the first night of my arrival, I was sitting on the floor with the kids, watching a cartoon, when my cousin Nancy came by.

Nancy: Come on kids, time to prepare for bed. Go brush your teeth, put on your Pull-Ups. Don’t forget to go to the bathroom.

The kids got up reluctantly and followed her to a room full of bunk beds. I followed them, to help Nancy.

Ashley: So they still haven’t outgrown bedwetting huh?

Nancy: Most of them have actually… but you know my mom, her cottage, her rules. She always wants to keep extreme precautions when we’re here. I had to buy Goodnites for Frankie, even though she hasn’t woken up wet in years. I guess it’s understandable though… so many people in this family struggled with bedwetting. I know my sister did for a while… and you did too. Weren’t you still wetting at Frankie’s age?

Nancy looked at me with a grin.

Ashley: Not anymore though!

Nancy: No? Not even little accidents every now and then?

I was mortified, thinking back to those days. I was actually 15 when it finally stopped.

Nancy: Relax, I’m only teasing. Plus, Frankie’s really mad that she must wear diapers like the little ones, so it kind of helped to remind her you also wore them at her age.

Ashley : That was four years ago, though.

Nancy: I know! Time goes by so quickly. But she remembers , she was like 11.

I too, remembered it all too well.  I was sleeping over at their house and Frankie had snooped through my things and flunked out my Goodnites from my bag. She was so happy to find out I was still a bedwetter and she wasn’t. She had made fun of me all weekend long about the diapers. Following me around, asking me if I needed a change even though I obviously didn’t wear them during the day. She would come and find me in the early evening just to take a motherly tone and ask me: “My little Ashley, did you put on your Pull-Ups? It’s almost bedtime… you know what happens if you don’t wear your Pull-Ups Ashley…”

Nancy: Remember how she teased you about them? Well now she’s in them and you’re not! Speaking of which, let’s see if our little monster put her diaper on. Frankie…?

I followed Nancy to the other room. I didn’t want to miss that. The brat finally put to her place. When we entered the room, the Goodnites pack was lying on the bed, one of the protective underwear clearly set next to it for her to put on.

Frankie: I don’t wanna wear it mom! I don’t want to. I haven’t wet the bed since I was 6 years old!

Nancy: I know kiddo, but these are your grandma’s rules. You can discuss them with her if you want, but watch out, you might end up in Pull-Ups during the day too for your insolence!

She winked at me. I couldn’t help but to giggle at that, which made Frankie notice me, then point at me.

Frankie : Does SHE wear them?

Nancy: Ashley? No sweetie, Ashley’s an adult. She doesn’t have to wear diapers.

Frankie: She needed them longer than I did! It’s been 10 years since I had an accident, how long has it been since SHE did huh? 10 days?

Nancy: That’s not nice, Frankie. Ashley doesn’t have accidents anymore.

Frankie: Well neither do I.

She stormed out of the room.

Nancy : She’s got a point though…

Ashley: What?!

She can’t possibly mean that I deserve diapers more than her brat does…

Nancy: My mom is way too strict with the rules, half those kids have spent years waking up dry. But she always justifies herself by telling us your mom was a bedwetter all their youth and they slept in the same bed.

Ashley: Yeah, mom told me about this, she said your mom made her life hell.

Nancy : I bet she did haha. She likes to remind us “My sister wet the bed every night until she was 16, then she stopped for a while and it started all back. A little prevention never hurt anyone.”

Ashley : I guess it’s hard to make her change her mind.

Nancy: You got that right. Let’s go see what the munchkins are up to.

We walked back to the bunk beds room.  The 5 kids were there, along with Frankie, standing in the middle.

Frankie: We discussed the situation and decided that none of us are gonna wear the Pull-Ups if Ashley doesn’t wear them.

Ashley: What?!

Frankie: It’s unfair that some of us never even wet the bed and have to comply to this stupid rule that’s supposed to avoid accidents when the biggest bedwetter here doesn’t have to follow the rule.

Ashley : What did you say?

Frankie: We remember that you wore them last time we were here. Why wouldn’t you now?

I did wear them as a precaution 2 years earlier. My aunt was very persuasive, but not this time. No. She didn’t ask me this time and she didn’t need to because I don’t need them.

Nancy: Stop making a fuss Frankie, that’s not funny. You guys all get ready for bed end of discussion. Or do you want me to get grandma Sally?

Frankie: Grandma Sally would agree with me.

Nancy: I said that’s enough. Ashley, why don’t you go to your room, I’ll take care of it.

I walked back to my room, which was next to Frankie’s, in the basement. The adult’s room we’re all on the second floor, but since they we’re all occupied by my older cousins and their husbands, I had one of the kids rooms down there. I didn’t mind it though, it was good to have an adult to keep an eye open down there.

I took off my clothes and put on my Pjs, then I walked down the hall to brush my teeth. While doing so, I realized I was already preparing to go to bed, but it was only 8:30. I guess the kids bedtime kind of took its hold on me too. The other adults were all out on the porch, drinking wine and I was already in my pink pajamas.

I guess that’s what happens when you hang out with kids all day. Plus, the fact that I have a huge age difference with my cousins didn’t help. We never really got to know each other, they were all in their late 30’s and I had just become an adult.

Plus their conversations were always boring adult stuff like stock market and whatever, I much preferred the company of kids, at least we had fun together. I decided I was tired after all and that I should maybe just read a book before sleeping.

When I walked back to my room, I was surprise to find my aunt Sally there. Nancy’s mom.

Sally: Hey Ash, I see you’re almost ready for bed. Can we talk for a minute?

Uh oh.

Ashley: Sure… what’s going aunt Sally?

Sally: My dear, I heard about what happened with the other kids. I spoke with Frankie and I heard her out. I would much appreciate it if you could help us out with this.

No… No…

Ashley: What… what do you mean?

Sally: It's Frankie's birthday in a few days, you know. She’s at that age where she wants everything to be fair to her. You understand that don’t you? She told me that if she wasn’t the only… grownup to wear Pull-Ups at night, that would make her feel better.

That. Little. Brat.

Ashley: Aunt Sally…. you can’t be asking me this. I’m an adult now, you know I haven’t had an accident in years!

Sally: I know, Ashley. I know you don’t need to wear them. But it’s not about needing them or not here, it’s about making things right for everyone.  Help us out here. All the kids look up to you and you know some of them will make a mess if they don’t wear protection. It would make them all more secure if you were wearing the same thing they are.

Ashley : This doesn’t make sense…  I’m sorry aunt Sally but that’s asking too much of me. I  can’t do that.

Sally : Ashley you are under my roof, I expect you to at least make an effort for everybody to get along. Your own mother was dry at night for years but she still had accidents every now and then afterwards. I’ll tell you what. If you could wear one for tonight. Just for tonight. It would at least ease up the transition. You’ll wake up dry anyway and that’ll be the end of it. I’ll even make the same offer to Frankie.  You girls are the eldest grandchilden, you should learn to get along.

Ashley: She’s the eldest grandchild, aunty. I’m your niece.

Sally : Right. Come along now, we will speak with Frankie.

Ashley : Do I need to be there?

Sally : Well of course my dear. The Pull-Ups pack is in her room anyway. Come.

I reluctantly followed aunt Sally to the room next door. Frankie was sitting on her bed, she turned her head to look at us, then smiled wickedly when she saw me. She knew she had won.

Frankie: Nice Pjs Ashley.

I was looking at my feet, ashamed to be there. Embarassed by what was going to happen next.

Sally : Okay Frankie, we came to an agreement. You and Ashley will be wearing protection tonight. If you wake up wet tomorrow morning, you’ll have to keep dry for a whole week before  you can be given a second chance.If you wake up dry you won’t have to wear Pull-Ups for the rest of the summer.
Be warned though, if you do wet your bed without any protection on… You don’t want to know what will happen then. Do I make myself clear?

Frankie : Yes grandma.

Sally: Ashley? Do you understand?

Ashley : I understand, aunty Sally.

Sally :Good. Now Frankie we’re gonna need to borrow a pair of Pull-Ups for Ashley.

Frankie : Oh sure thing grandma, I thought she had her own. Here.

She got up and opened the wardrobe. By the crinkling sound she made, she already had hers on. There was lying a newly opened package of Huggies Goodnites XL. The writing on it said they fitted girls from 8 to 15 years old, but I knew would they fit me too.  Frankie pulled out one of the garments. They had hearts and butterfly prints on them. She pulled a second one and gave them both to me.

Frankie : Here, just in case.

Without a word of protest I grabbed both diapers. I knew she was wearing one too, but it did nothing to humble her.

Sally : Thank you Frankie. Go put it on, my dear Ashley and let’s put all of this behind us okay?

Frankie : Of course grandma. Have a good night Ashley. Don’t drink too much!

I didn’t say anything. I just left and got back to my room, mortified. Why in hell did I agree to do this? I look at the Goodnites in my hand with a mix of curiosity and disgust. I knew them all too well and had hoped I would never have to put them on again. The prints on it had changed a bit, I guess. But it still looked so much like the toddlers Pull-Ups. Bulky and noisy. I just wanted to get it over with.

I took off my PJ bottom and panties, unfolded the diaper and looked at it one last time before finally putting my feet through the holes and sliding the Goodnite up to my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yup, still the same snug fit on my 19 year old body. A big girl in a purple Pajama t-shirt with my Pull-Ups between my legs. I looked like my younger self all of a sudden. It was as if I never outgrew them. I turned around to get a peek at my padded butt. Even that slight movement was accompanied by the crinkling sound I was so used to.

I put my pajama pants back on, over the diaper and sat on my bed. I heard two knocks on my door before it was pushed open. It was Nancy.

Nancy: Hey, I heard about what happened. So she’s really making you wear them again huh?

She hinted at the second Goodnite Frankie gave me, that was still lying on my bed. I was too embarassed to tell her I already had one on right now.

Ashley : Just for tonight though. After that I’m done.

Nancy: I’m sorry Frankie was so hard on you. I think getting you to wear Pull-Ups was her way of feeling less embarassed about having to wear them herself. Thanks for putting up with that, you can count on me not to tell anyone else. At least now tomorrow you’ll both get rid of them.

Ashley : It’s fne.

The brat just wanted a way out of them and used me to make a compromise.

Nancy : Hey it’s still early, why don’t you come upstairs with us? We haven’t hung out in ages!

Shit. I can’t go upstairs like this. Not with Pull-Ups under my PJs.

Ashley : You know what, I’m getting tired, I think I’ll just read my book and…

Nancy : Come on Ash, at least come and say good night. We didn’t get to see you today. Come.

She took me by the hand and dragged me down the hall. Oh well. I was now walking up the stairs, my Pull-Ups loudly crinkling under my pants at my every step, but Nancy didn’t seem to notice.

We got outside, everyone was sitting around in a circle, a fire was lit.

Nancy: Hey guys! Look who came to say her goodnights!

Sally : Isn’t she precious? Come over here darling.

I walked over to aunt Sally with the odd feeling of being 10 years younger, in my pink and purple pajamas, barely hiding the glorified diaper I was wearing underneath. From an external point of view, nobody could possibly tell I’m 19 years old. Sure, I had an adult’s body, but the way my family was treating me at that moment made me feel like an overgrown toddler.

Sally : Thank you for understanding sweetheart. I think it’s for the best.

She brushed her fingers on my butt, as if to check that I was wearing my Pull-Ups, then gave it a light pat which made the garment crinkle. My cheeks were flushed with embarassment.

Sally : I’ll see you in the morning.

My cousin Nancy was sitting with my cousin Joyce, her sister. She had always been the lively one and she was clearly quite drunk already.

Joyce: Ash!! Come over here baby, it’s been so long! Last time I saw you, you were an angsty teenager. You don’t look so angsty now huh hahah! Look at those pajamas, that’s the cutest thing. Hey! Did you hear that mom still wants the kids in diapers?! My oldest is 10 years old, he was not happy about that, let me tell you. It’ll be good though, teach him not to mock his little brother who still has issues with bedwetting. But you know, who’s never had issues with it in this family?

Nancy : Mom and I never had any.

Joyce: It’s a younger sibling thing. Right Ashley? I remember you had your fair share of that, weren’t you still wearing diapers to bed at like 16?

Nancy: Hey let’s change subjects, what are you up to these days Ash? Still studying?

I almost spoke out to mention that I stopped wetting the bed at 15, but the fact that I was currently wearing a pair of Pull-Ups under my pajama pants convinced me otherwise. It was hard to keep my mind off of it. Everytime I walked my thighs were brushing against the crotch padding of the garment, causing it to crinkle as loud as if I was wearing a full-on diaper. At least it wasn’t as bulkyas one. By the looks of it, it was impossible to tell. Only to hear.

I spoke with them for a while, but soon grew tired of their empty conversations, full of small talk about the weather and business. I said my goodbyes and went back inside. When I got to my room, the extra Goodnite was still on my bed. I placed it on the dresser. I made sure I went to the bathroom right before bed. These events were leading me to paranoia. My bladder was now empty, there was no way I would have an accident. I squirmed in my Pull-Ups for a while, then fell soundly asleep.