Wet American Summer (Part 14) (Patreon)

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Part 14

Right before I entered the bathroom, Frankie caught up with me.

Frankie: You didn’t uphold your end of the bargain Ashwey.

Ashley: I did! I peed in the Goodnite. It’s not my fault James pushed us in the pool at the same time. Aren’t you happy he’s coming with us tonight though? You like him, don’t you?

Frankie: Hmm. Maybe I think he’s cute... but that’s not the point. What was that thing about wearing diapers because of some Youtuber?

Ashley: What was I supposed to say? That my cousin’s crazy daughter is constantly plotting to regress me to the point that she made sure I’d wear diapers at night and Pull-Ups all day long like a 3 year old? I’m sure James would love that story...

Frankie: Just like I’m sure he’d like to know that you actually deserved those diapers and Pull-Ups when you wet yourself helplessly yesterday. 

Ashley: Oh and you could show him pictures too because you documented the whole thing, right?

Frankie: I’ve got plenty of pictures, don’t worry about that.

Ashley: Look. I think it’s in both our best interest that we keep that for ourselves. You want to score a date with James? I know him, I can help you. 

Frankie: And what about his girlfriend?

Ashley: I’ll take care of her. 

Frankie: Fine.

Ashley: But no more ultimatums. From now on I’m wearing the Goodnites because of that... trend... Casey talked about. I’ll have to look into that before tonight. So we’re clear? No more asking me to pee myself. I saw that night diaper in your bag, I’m certainly not wearing that.

Frankie: Fine... You should go change that Pull-Up though, it’s about to fall.

She giggled. I looked down to realize she was right, the over-saturated Goodnite between my legs was so heavy that it could tear apart at any moment. I blushed and entered the bathroom.

In the stall, I tore appart the sides and the diaper plopped on the floor, full of water and... well, my pee. I unfolded the new Goodnite in a process that was now familiar enough that it had become a normality. I slid it on and I have to say it felt good to be dry once again.

I picked the wet diaper from the floor and exited the stall to throw it in the trash. I ended up face to face with myself as I looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see my reflection, a young girl in a soaked T-shirt and a dry Pull-Up. Truth be told, without even realizing it, I was now comfortable wearing Goodnites.

It was as if everytime I put a new one on it became more and more acceptable.

Only a few days ago I would cringe at the feeling of the tight padding on my butt. I hated the crinkling sound it made whenever I moved. They were a token of humiliation.

Now I was out and about wearing nothing over them and wouldn’t even notice the sound it made or the tightness anymore. They ha become my normal underwear. I was expected to wear them, so I did.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I placed my hand on the front of the Pull-Up and touched the fabric. I slowly slid it down and pressed my finger against the padding between my legs to feel it’s thickness.

Ashley, you’re 19 years old. Look at yourself. 
And yet I couldn’t feel as ashamed at myself as I used to. I wasn’t as embarrassed. They’re just underwear, why beat myself up?
Frankie only had power over me because I was scared to be exposed. Because I was afraid of what people might think if they knew I wore them... But what if I owned them instead? What if I wasn’t afraid?

Shit what was I thinking... Did I really want my whole circle of friends to see me as a bed wetting, diaper wearing, pants pissing little girl? Get it together Ash, damn.

I got out of the bathroom, my Goodnite softly making that crinkle sound I could no longer hear as I walked towards Frankie. I picked a new, dry T-Shirt from my suitcase and a pair of shorts which I slid on over my Pull-Up.

Frankie: All set? Let’s go to the mall, we’ve got some time to kill.

Ashley: Didn’t we go like 2 days ago?

Frankie: Yeah but I need a new dress for tonight.

We caught up with Casey and James and agreed we’d meet at Charlie’s pub by the beach to get a beer for Frankie’s birthday after their shift. James gave me a strange look before we said goodbye. I knew he wanted more explanations but I couldn’t provide them then and there.

We walked all the way back to the cottage. The mall was far away se we needed to take the car. Plus I still was carrying my luggage from trying to leave early that morning. 

On the walk back Ashley never mentioned diapers, which was a refreshing change of pace. Instead she asked about James and Casey, genuinely interested in how and when we met. I told her about my vacation 2 years back and our friendship.

Frankie: So why did you stop hanging out with them then? They seem nice.

Ashley: Yeah well. They are.. I just hadn’t had the chance to contact them again. I didn’t come here last summer so it had been a while, I don’t know.

I wasn’t about to tell her about my crush on James or that he broke my heart.

When we arrived to the cottage everyone was already out, which wasn’t a surprise on such a nice day. They we’re probably at the beach or out to play on the field.

I put my suitcase back in my room, with a shadowy feeling of regret. I really thought I was leaving this place but there I was back again. 

Frankie: Should we bring an extra Goodnite or two?

Ashley: Ha. Ha. I am NOT peeing myself again Frankie.

Frankie: I’m just asking... The only thing left in my purse is the diaper. Not sure you want that on if anything happens. Would be easy to just bring another Pull-Up.

Ashley: I’m good.

Frankie: Alright, as you wish. Let’s get going then.