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Part 3

I can hardly believe it. There I am, a perfectly normal 19 year old girl. From the outside you could call me ‘cute’ or ‘pretty’. Nothing special about me that meets the eye. Except if I start walking around, you may wonder why my bum is making such a strange rustling sound when I move around. It sounds like my pockets are filled with plasic grocery bags. That’s because this 19 year old girl is still wearing a pair of Pull-Ups under her skirt. 

You read that right, I’ve got Pull-Ups on, like a toddler who’se not yet potty trained. Well, they’re Goodnites actually. The teenager version of the Huggies Pull-Ups, but what’s the difference really… they’re just bigger diapers, meant for older girls who wet the bed at night. The thing is, it’s not night time now and I’m still in them.

It may sound odd for an outsider, but if you knew my family, you’d understand. My aunt Sally had me put on a Goodnite for the day because she thinks I lied about my bedwetting. Truth be told, I did wet the bed last night, but things are not what they seem to be. I mean, I did used to be a bedwetter, but not anymore. Frankie, my cousin’s teenage daughter set me up. I don’t know exactly how, but I’m sure she had something to do with it.

I was lost in my thoughts, sitting in a chair on the porch, legs crossed to conceal my diapered state, when my cousin Joyce and her 10 year old son, Ryan walked up to me.

Joyce: Hey Ash, could you please watch over the kids, they’re playing soccer on the field. 

Ugh. I didn’t want to see them today. Frankie would be with them and harrass me with humiliating comments. No thanks.

Ashley: Um, I think I’m gonna stay here for a while, sorry…

Joyce: Oh really, well are you gonna come to the beach with us then? I can tell my mother that you’re coming with us and ask her to check on the kids.

Shit. Aunt Sally woud probably have me put on my bikini top with my Goodnites as a bottom, or worse… have me put on a swim diaper. She wouldn’t let me out of my punishment so easily.

Ashley: You know what, don’t bother… I’ll go watch over the kids.

Joyce: Oh… okay well as you wish! Ryan go with Ashley, she’ll take you to the field. Have a good day you two!

I started walking up to the soccer field with Ryan.

Ryan: Is it true you wet your bed last night?

I was shocked. The little brat had snitched on me. She promised aunt Sally not to say anything.

Ashley: Who told you that, was it Frankie?!

Ryan: So it was actually you then. Nobody told me anything, I saw grandma Sally wash damp sheets this morning… and since you and Frankie were the only ones not wearing training pants last night…

He immediately thought of me. Wow, I’m three years and a half older than Frankie but I’m still thought of as more accident-prone. 

Ryan: Does that mean you’re gonna be wearing Pull-Ups from now on, then?

Ashley: Only at night!

I blurted my words out a little too quickly, trying to defend myself.

Ryan: Why would you wear them in the day?

He had a suspicious look on his face.

Ryan: Do you still pee your pants too?

Ashley: No!! Of course not. I just… yeah, I’m gonna wear Goodnites to bed from now on okay. Nothing more. Please don’t tell anyone.

Ryan: It sucks that we have to wear them too just because you’re older and you need them.

Well at least I wouldn’t be the only one to wear diapers that didn’t deserve it. 

Ryan: But grandma said that if we woke up dry tomorrow we wouldn’t have to put them on anymore. 

What? And she said I had to wear them for the rest of the summer… soon I’d be the only one in them, I could not let this happen.

I watched them play soccer for a while. I wouldn’t participate because I was wearing a short skirt and there was no way I’d risk exposing my protective underwear to these kids. They were certainly going to learn that I now had to wear Pull-Ups at night like them, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of letting them know I also wore them in broad daylight. I was trying to keep it a secret for as long as I could.

Frankie was on the field, playing with the others. She hadn’t mentioned anything yet but she had a mischievous smirk when looking at me that foreshadowed nothing good. I was weirdly anxious around her, anticipating the worse. Even though i was older and stronger than her, I felt threatened. It didn’t help that I was wearing Goodnites, they made me feel small and helpless. The padding on my bum and the bulk between my thighs was a constant reminder of her punishment. I felt like a little girl who’se told she can’t be trusted in big girl undies.

Of course Frankie would prey on my insecurities. she came up next to me to take a sip from her water bottle, smiling at me, looking happy as ever.

Frankie: Hey diaper girl, keeping your Huggies dry?

Ashley: Stop it. They’re not diapers… and you wore the same ones yesterday night.

Frankie : Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I should’ve said Pull-Ups. They are still Huggies though and you didn’t answer my question. Are your big girl training pants still dry?

She tried to flip my skirt up, but I had the reflex of stopping her.

Frankie: Oh… what’s wrong Ashwey? Did we have a little accident already? I suggest you get your diapered butt over here and let me check if you don’t want me telling everyone about your secret. Your choice.

I reluctantely played into her little game and got closer to her. I made sure no one was watching then I felt my skirt being lifted and the elastic waist of my Goodnite getting pulled. I looked away, my cheeks were burning with shame. Then I felt a rush of cold on my private parts. I turned back immediately to witness Frankie pouring water from her bottle directly in the seat of my Goodnite. I stepped back away from her as quickly as I could.

Ashley: What the hell are you doing?!

Frankie: Oops. I think someone needs to change her Pull-Ups. You’re soaking wet my little Ashley.

Ashley : You fucking brat. You’re gonna pay for this Frankie.

Frankie: Those are big words for such a little girl, you do realize you’re currently wearing a wet diaper, do you? I was wondering if the little flowers and butterly would fade away. I guess they don’t on this model. We should get you some that do, this way it’ll be easier to check you.

A tear of humiliation began to fall on my cheek.

Frankie: Aw don’t cry baby, accidents happen. Do you need me to help you change? Or maybe we can go get an adult at the beach and ask them to change you? I should’ve brought an extra pair of Pull-Ups for you, silly me. Hey where are you going?

I was walking away from her to hide the fact tears were now trickling down on my face. I wasn’t sobbing, but I was so mad that it made me cry. I felt my wet Pull-Ups against my crotch at every step, squising between my legs. A feeling that brought back many unpleasant memories of walking around in wet Goodnites in the middle of the night.

I got back inside the house and went straight to my room. For a moment, I contemplated putting my actual panties on. I didn’t want to go through this anymore, but then it occured to me that this was exactly what Frankie wanted. She knew that I would get mad and that I wouldn’t want to put on another Goodnite and she knew that if aunt Sally caught me withtout them it would be the end for me. She would find an even worse punishment and I didn’t want to think about that.

I finally decided not to let Frankie win.I would swallow my pride once again, or what remained of it really. I opened my underwear drawer and picked up the Goodnites package. The girl pictured on the bag was smiling at me. No 15 year old wearing diapers would smile like this. I pulled one out of the package that was now half-full and unfolded it promptly. It had three little hearts on top of a purple zebra pattern.

‘’I’m not changing my diaper’’ I told myself. Actually I am, but you know what I mean, I didn’t use it. I’m only putting a new one on because of Frankie.

I removed the wet Goodnite like I would regular underwear, without taking my skirt off. I knew there was tear-off sides, but there was something about it that felt too babyish. I didn’t want to do that. 

I stepped into the new panty-shaped diaper and pulled it up my legs. I adjusted my skirt over it to make sure it wouldn’t be visible. The feeling of the dry padding on my crotch was a blessing compared to the dampness of the previous one. The squishy sound when I moved was replaced by the same soft crinkle as before, only a little louder since the garment was new and not yet worn out. I threw the wet one out in a garbage bag and hid it in the garage trash to make sure nobody would find it.

After what Frankie had done, I didn’t feel like coming back to her in my new Pull-Ups so I grabbed my book and read for a few hours. Until aunt Sally’s familiar voice called me. From the tone of her voice she did not seem pleased. I got upstairs and there she was, along with the kids and Frankie, who looked at me with her usual mischevous smile.

Sally: Ashley, I thought Joyce asked you to watch over the kids, what are you doing in here? They were alone outside all day.

Frankie: That’s okay grandma, I was watching over them.

Sally: I know sweetie, thank you for your help, I’m glad you were there. But Ashley I’m disappointed in you… it feels like we can’t trust you these days.

Frankie: I’m sure Ashley had her reasons grandma, she did come and see us, but she left quickly, she seemed to be in a hurry to get inside.

Sally: Is there anything you have to tell me, Ashley?

I didn’t know what to say. It felt like ommiting to mention what Frankie did would be a lie, but would aunt Sally believe me? She was always on Frankie’s side because Frankie was the older sibling of her older daughter and I’m her little sister’s daughter. Even though I’m an adult, I would always get treated like a little girl with her. A little bedwetter who could as well pee her pants… or in this case, wet her Pull-Ups I guess. 

Ashley: I’m sorry aunt Sally, I wasn’t feeling well. I thought Frankie was old enough to watch over the kids,..

Sally: Well… Yes. I guess she is.