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Chapter 2

Marianne: Jessica? Are you okay in there?

She was sobbing lightly. Tears of embarrassement. I savored them all.

Jessica: Hum… I. Yes, everything is fine. Thank you. I’ll be out soon, you can leave. 

Marianne: Dear, I saw the trail of urine you left behind in the office… Is there anything I can do for you?

Jessica : You… what?! Oh no, it’s that visible? Marianne you have to help me. I… I don’t know what happened. it was an accident, I… I completely wet myself out of nowhere. I’m such a mess.

Marianne: Open the door, let me see. I’m gonna help you honey, don’t worry.

Jessica slowly opened the cabin door, looking rather helpless. Her skirt had a big wet spot in the front, pee was running down her legs, soaking her expensive high heels. 

Jessica: You need to get me a change of clothes, I live far from here, but maybe you could go buy something? I’ll reimburse you I swear… I’d wear anything. I just… can’t get out of here like that.

Marianne: You do need a change, don’t you? I’ll see what I can do.

Jessica: Hurry please! I can’t be hiding here too long.

When I exited the restroom, a few women were lining up in front of the door. I silently pointed towards the kitchen to make sure Jessica wouldn’t hear them cackling.

Janet: What happened? Did she get a bad diarrhea or something?

The girls laughed.

Marianne: Even better. Our poor young friend just peed herself, ladies.

Janet: What?! You mean she actually wet herself? She didn’t make it?

Marianne: She had a little accident right in front of the toilet, it’s adorable…

Janet: That’s rich! Reminds me of my 4 year old. Can’t bring her anywhere far from a potty for too long. I guess she’s on the same level of maturity. What happened next, did you talk to her?

Marianne: Oh yes. She asked me to bring her something to change into. Are you thinking of what I’m thinking?

Janet: Oh my… I’ve got the perfect outfit for her. 

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I opened the bathroom door once again.

Marianne: Jessica, it’s me. Open up.

She did as she was told, like a good girl.

Jessica: Thank god, these clothes are so cold and wet. I need to get into something new right now. What did you bring?

Marianne: To make it as quickly as I could, I asked the girls around if they had a change of clothes.

Jessica: You did what? But…

Marianne: Don’t worry I told them you were on your period.. but I wasn’t as lucky as I thought I’d be, no one brings two pairs of underwear or 2 skirts. Janet however had something to offer… Her eldest daughter goes to a private school and she had an extra uniform skirt in her car. She’s 12 but you’re small enough that it should fit you fine… Perhaps a bit short. As for the underwear… Her younger daughter wears these and she had an extra one in her purse.

I presented her with the skirt as well as a pair of pink and white Huggies Pull-Ups. Jessica looked as if she was about to have a panic attack. Her eyes widened in fear.

Jessica: Are… Those are training pants! Are you kidding me?! There’s no way I’m wearing this.. I’d rather…

Marianne: You’d rather what? Wear your wet skirt that smells like urine around the office?

Jessica: I’ll.. take a personnal day. I’m sick. I need to go home.

Marianne: You listen to me young lady and you listen closely. There’s a whole office full of people out there ready to see you come out in your wet skirt and panties. They can learn very quickly that their new superior still pees her pants. 

Jessica: Are you… blackmailing me?

Marianne: I’m just saying that it’s in your best interest to put these on and act as if nothing happened. You understand? I know you have an important meeting this afternoon. Arthur is counting on you. If you leave now… How will it make him look? And if he learns it’s because you got scared and peed yourself like a little girl… 

Jessica: Okay I get it. I’ll… wear the damn thing. I don’t even think it’s gonna fit me.

She took the Pull-Up from my hand and tried to grab the skirt with it. I held on to it.

Marianne: Put the panties on first, like you said… we’ll see if it fits.

Jessica: Panties… more like a diaper you mean.

She gave me a dirty look and closed the door in my face. 

When she opened it again, her wet skirt and panties were hanging on the toilet paper distributor and Jessica stood in her white shirt and pinkPull-Ups, fitting her small body frame adequately. 

Marianne: See! They do fit! It’s like they were made for you!

Jessica: No they don’t… they’re… very tight. 

Marianne: Oh stop it, if you had been wearing those before your accident we wouldn’t be here. Maybe you should consider buying yourself a pack. It happened once, you never know when it could happen again.

Jessica: I don’t know what happened Marianne, I couldn’t hold it at all… It’s like I had lost control over myself, I just… peed. I think I may be sick…

Marianne: Nonsense, you’re nervous about the meeting… accidents happen. Here.

I handed her the skirt and she slipped it on, over her Pull-Ups, anxious to hide the pink training pants. The skirt was a green and red plaid, complete with a safety pin. It must’ve been just above the knee on Janet’s 12 year old daughter. On Jessica though, it was a few inches above. She looked like she was a student at a catholic high school… or rather in a porno.

She came out of the bathroom and all the girl’s eyes turned to her once again. Carrying her wet clothes and ruined shoes in her plastic bag smelling like pee, Jessica now looked more like a little girl then ever before. Walking bare feet to her desk, sitting her padded behind on her chair, acting as if nothing had happened.