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Chapter 5
When Jessica woke up that morning, she was still a bit embarrassed, but pleasantly

surprised. Her sheets were comfy, and just as dry and warm as they had been the evening before.

The same could not be said for her pull-up though. It was now more yellow than it was white and

she was scared that it might leak with any little move she made. She was impressed when it

didn’t though, even as she awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom and tossed it away before

showering.

She was happy that she had extra time that morning. As embarrassing as wearing a pull-

up made for children was, she didn’t have any laundry to do that morning. Perhaps Madame Zola

hadn’t been so nuts after all.

With the bit of extra time she had that morning, she took the time to put up a few of the

decorations she’d been wanting to. A picture of a rainbow that she loved. A few colorful art

pieces her Mother had given her. Some gorgeous lace curtains on her windows. Giggling to

herself she even went online and order a few more things. They felt a little childish, but they

were colorful and would make her happy. Things were looking up.

*****

Later that day though Jessica was in her lecture class and inevitably was letting her mind

wander a little. She had been paying hard attention to her class for the past hour and a half, but

sometimes it was hard to not fade away to some other thought for at least a few moments.

Inevitably, as it had been for the past several days now, her mind wandered back to Madame

Zola and all the strange things that had been happening lately. She thought about her stuffed

animals and how she wished she could bring them to class with her. (Maybe she’d hide one in

her backpack tomorrow.) She thought about the pull-ups and how the colors of them actually

kinda matched the color of her current skirt. She even thought a little bit about the pacifier that

she’d found inside the bag. She’d never considered herself as having an oral fixation at all, but

the idea of taking that little plastic thing and bringing it towards her mouth sounded... kinda nice.

What would really be the harm in it? Jessica leaned back in her seat as she thought about it. Her

mouth actually salivating a tiny bit at the idea. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal really. She

thought harder about it, smiling a little as she wondered how it would taste. Just taking that cold

little plastic object and pressing its cold comfy surface to her lips and just...

Jessica froze. She immediately knew something was wrong. She was feeling warmth. A

deep strange warmth that shouldn’t be where it was. The feeling was so unusual that her brain

couldn’t process what was happening at first, but it clicked as she felt a little bit of it trickling

down her leg!

She covered her mouth to hold back the intense gasp that threatened to escape her lips.

Doing her best to not make what was happening obvious, Jessica clenched her knees together

and forced the stem of urine to stop, which thankfully it did. She wasn’t positive how much had

come out of her, but she could feel squishiness in her socks and could tell she was sitting in at

least a small puddle which had surely soaked the back of her skirt. She thanked every God that

she could that it appeared no one had noticed what had happened. She’d never been more

thankful than this moment that she enjoyed sitting in the back row of her lectures.

Collecting her things as quietly and nonchalantly as she could, given the circumstances,

Jessica wrapped her fluffy sweater around her waist and hurried out of lecture hall feeling

incredibly bad for the janitor who had to deal with the puddle she was leaving behind. A 19 year

old, wetting herself in the middle of class. What the hell was she doing? What kind of lawyer

was she?

*****

Back in her home, after showering for a second time that day, Jessica was panicking a

little as she sat at her kitchen table, going over what had happened in class in her head. It was

honestly ridiculous. How had something like that happened? Then, she realized something as she

thought back to Madame Zola’s words:

“Every aspect you try might just make you a little more addicted to it. Be careful what

you wish for little one.”

Had she... had the items from the bag, cursed her?! Had she become addicted to them just

like the old woman had warned her? Slipping into new clothes, Jessica prepared herself to go out

and actually considered putting on a new pull-up in case another incident like the one in class

happened, but fear of a real curse stopped her from doing so.

*****

Thanks to her bike, Jessica was back downtown within minutes. She put her bike off safe

in a bush before hurrying to the place she’d found the alleyway before. Only... there was no

alleyway.

Her heart almost stopped in her chest as she stood there, feeling faint. Not only was there

no shop, there was no alleyway which led to the shop! It was just brick wall. The woman really

had been magic! A witch of some kind. And she’d put a curse on her!

Jessica wasn’t sure how things could get worse... until she felt the same warm trickle

running down the leg of her skinny jeans.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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