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Out of the Store

Robyn was furious. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. 
Actually, the last time she wet herself was in front of dozens of guests at her eldest sister’s wedding… that may have been slightly more embarrassing, but she barely remembered the incident and it was a few years back so it did’nt count. 

The young woman couldn’t believe her mother had the nerve to make her wear a damn diaper. What did she expect, that she’d pee her pants a second time?! It was already done, it couldn’t be avoided now, could it?

She came out of the cabin, holding her damp panties with the tips of her fingers, making sure no one was around before throwing them away in the nearby trash can. She adjusted her low-rise jeans over the Pull-Up she had been given to wear, trying to cover it up as well as she could. She regretted wearing that yellow crop top t-shirt. Now she had a hard time hiding the waistband of that stupid diaper.

At the front of the store, a young girl was trying on a dress, accompanied by a teenager who must’ve been her sister. Robyn avoided to look at them as she hoped to remain unnoticed. Her mother was at the register with the saleswoman who turned to look at her as soon as the young woman walked in.

Saleswoman: Did the Pull-Up fit okay honey? 

Just what Robyn feared the most: being called out on it in public. Her cheeks reddened as she crinkled her way to the front. She realized the teenage girl had been looking at her with a grin. 

Saleswoman: They’re for older children, but it was the only sample I had, if it’s too tight I have adult briefs too, but you would have to purchase the full package.

She grabbed a bag of adult diapers from under the counter and plopped it on top of it, causing the teenage girl to giggle and Robyn to blush even more.

Robyn: It’s fine. Can we go now mom?

Mother: I am just paying for the dress you ruined Robyn. Then we can leave.

Saleswoman: Don’t worry honey, I told your mother I would wash it for you before you take it home. Urine can leave stains if you don’t use the right products. You know it’s good thing you’ve had an accident here and not when you were trying it on at home, then I couldn’t have done anything.

Robyn: Will you please… stop talking about it?

Saleswoman: Well there’s nothing to be ashamed of dear, it happens to lots of people. This is exactly what I was telling that young girl and her sister. It’s always better to be safe than sorry. You never know when an accident can happen… right in front of the potty too, poor thing. 

The teenage girl was now outright laughing at Robyn, hiding her mouth with her hand and giggling as the saleswoman was explaining how and where she had just peed her pants, her hand resting on a package of adult diapers that she was trying to sell to her.

Saleswoman: So that will be 749,99$ are you sure you don’t want to buy a pack of these? Come the wedding night they might prove useful like they would’ve been today… even for the bride. 

Mother: The Pull-Ups seem to be fitting well. 

Robyn : MOM!

Saleswoman: They sure do, but will they hold enough? Not sure they would’ve held a big accident such as the one your daughter just had.

Robyn: Okay that’s enough, I’m leaving. 

Saleswoman: It’s for your own good honey. You will thank your mom later on, trust me… As a matter of fact, you might just…

Robyn didn’t want to hear the rest as she had walked right out of the store. She couldn’t take the humiliation anymore.

She sat on a bench, in the mall. The other girl got out of the store too, apparently not satisfied by what it had to offer - who could blame them. Her teenage sister trailed along, smirking at Robyn.

Teenager: Make sure you don’t wet your little Pull-Ups… or you’re gonna end up diapered!

Robyn: Why don’t you shut the fuck up? I bet you still wear the same every night.

Teenager: Hmm no. I don’t need those anymore. And even if I did, at least I don’t pee my pants in the middle of the day! Goodbye diaper butt.

She walked away from the store, leaving an angry Robyn sitting on the bench, her arms folded around her tummy to hide her training panties’ waistline.
Her mother followed shortly after, empty handed. At least she wasn’t holding a diaper bag, Robyn thought.

Robyn: Finally, we’re leaving!

Mother: Not so fast Robyn, we have to pick up your dress after it’s cleaned up. We’ll be coming back in an hour, we can continue shopping in the meantime.

Robyn: You’re not actually gonna make me wear that monstrous dress at the wedding are you?

Mother: Well of course you will! Do you think I’m spending close to a thousand dollars on a dress just so it can hang in your closet? 

Robyn: But I don’t want it! It’s absurd, it’s ugly and it’s impossible to take off!

Mother: I don’t want to hear it. If you hadn’t had in accident in that dress it’d be a different story, but I’m sorry Robyn this is how it’s gonna be. Now we’ve got some time on our hands, didn’t you want some new clothes? That’ll cheer you up.

Robyn: NOT while I’m wearing those stupid Pull-Ups like a toddler!

Mother: Don’t be ridiculous honey, nobody cares about your underwear. Besides they look just like panties.

Robyn: Panties for babies…

Mother: Well if you’re gonna keep acting like one maybe we ought to keep you in them then? Would you rather we go shopping for a bag of those?

Robyn: ...

Mother: I thought so.