Teenager Troubles 2

Chapter 5.

I sat there on the toilet almost in tears. I looked around. There was no air dryer, only a paper towel dispenser. There was no way I could dry out my underwear in here. I reached down and felt the front of the purple training pants. The were four times heavier then they were when Joan put me in them. For the look of the inside of them, they were very wet.

Knock…Knock. "Are you ok Kim?" I heard Joan say.

"Yes" I yelled back. Hoping she would not open the door.

"We need to get you to try just a couple more things. We need to hurry. We don't have much time before MIchelle comes around."

"Ok. I will just be a minute."

I slid the training pants down to the ground and steeped out of the them. I stood up and pulled my soaking wet panties off.  I held them up to look at them.  They were soaked from front to back.  I set them on the floor. I sat back down and  took some toilet paper. I  tried to dry myself off as much as I could. I stood back up and walked to the sink. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror at myself.

"What can I do. I don't want to go out there naked from the waist down. I can't ask Joan to help because she will come in here and see what I have done." I said softly to myself.

I walked back to were my underwear and training pants where lying. I picked up my panties. There was no way I could put them back on, so I took them and laid them in the garbage can. I washed my hands again and put the paper towel on top of my wet panties.  I walked back to the training pants and picked them up. I did not want to put them on, but I also did not want to walk out in the store naked.

Knock. Knock. "Kim, are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes. be out in a second."

I held out the training pants and slipped my legs in. I pulled them up over my knees and around my waist. They felt awful. They were now cold and felt very wet. I turned and walked to the door. I stood for a second trying to calm myself down. I opened the door slowly and looked out.  Joan and Cindy were standing right in front of the door. Both Joan and Cindy were holding some clothing in there hands.

"There you are." Joan said walking towards me.

I opened the door fully and walked out. Joan met me. She took my hand and lead me over to Cindy.

"We just have to try on, one or two pieces here and then we can go back to see Dr. Beacher."  Joan said holding out a pink piece of clothing that I had not seen before.

Joan held it out and said, "Can you lift your arms up please."

I lifted my arms up. I could feel the wet training pants sagging between my legs. Joan pulled the clothing over my head. She let it fall once she got my arms in. I looked down and seen that the legs where spilt in half. Joan bend down like a catcher in a ball game. She reached between my legs and pulled the back towards the front. She the took the front and pulled it from front to back.  I heard a snap. Then I heard another. I looked down and Joan was snapping the snaps together that were running on the inside of my legs and right below my crotch. I felt Joan's hand push up my training pants into my private parts. Joan then looked up and shook her head. As if to say, "I know your training pants are wet." I heard Joan snap two more snaps together and then she stood back up. I was sure she was going to say something but she didn't.

Joan walked around me. I stood as  still as I could. Afraid to move.

"What do you think Cindy."

I felt  the trainers getting pushed up into the skin on my bum. Then I heard Cindy say, "Oh"

"I know." said Joan.

I figured that Cindy had found out as well,  that the training pants I was wearing were wet. I stood very still trying to hold back the tears.

"Well it seems to fit good. The rompers always fit a little big."

I had not seen a romper for a very long time. I looked down at myself and could now tell that it was in deed a romper. It came about 2 inches from the top of my knees. The arms were a little tight but I still had my sweater on underneath.

Joan came back around and knelt down in front of me again. She reached out and popped the snaps open. She stood back up, grabbed the romper around the middle and lifted it up. I raised my arms and felt her pulling it off me.  I got a chill. Joan had pulled my sweater off with the romper. I lowered my arms and held them across my chest. I just had a plain white bra on. My breast where A cups but the padded bra made them look a little bigger.

"Joan can I have my sweater back." I pleaded.

"Yes, just after we get you to try on this sundress."

Joan stepped back in front of me holding up the purple sundress. She pulled it over my head and it fell down around my body.  It was a sleeveless sundress with just to little straps over my shoulders.  It came down just below my sagging training paints.

"Fits good Joan." Cindy said

"Yep. Is that all the sizes you need?"

"Yes for clothes, that  gives me what I need to know. The last thing we should try are the disposable training pants. They always seem to fit different then the cloth ones she is wearing now. Would you like night time and day time diapers with both orders. Most of the clients are just going with the night time diapers?"

"By the looks of things. I would say just go with the night time ones."

It sure sounded like Joan was talking about me, but there was no way she would be talking about me.

Cindy said, "I will go grab a couple different sizes of training pants."

My heart started to race. I had a feeling they already knew the trainers  were wet. I did not want them to actually see them. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

Cindy walked past me. Joan watched her walk away. She turned back and looked down at me.

"Are you ok Kim? You don't look well."

"No. No. I am fine. I just feel silly standing here with these clothes on."

"Well you shouldn't. You look very nice. Much better then the jeans and sweater you had on.  I am sure the training pants are not your first choice, but maybe they should be, Uhmmm."

"What? Nooo."

I knew now for sure, Joan knew I had wet myself. I looked down away from her.

Cindy came back holding two, white and pink training pants.

"i got a size 4 and size 5."

"Ok." Joan said holding out her hand. Cindy placed the training pants in Joan's hand.

"I think I had better take Kim back to the office. I will get her to try these on there. I will call or come down and let you know which one is the right size." Joan said taking my hand.

"Ok. No problem Joan. I will talk to you later then. It was nice to meet you Kim."

Still looking down at the ground I said, "Bye."

Joan holding my hand. Started to walked to the entrance of the store. She stopped, turned and said, "I will just bring this sundress back to you later if that is ok."

"Yes that's fine Joan. Here let me grab Kim's clothes for you."

Cindy grabbed my sweater and walked into the change room to get my jeans. She came over and handed them to Joan.

"Sorry Cindy. Do you have any panties that would fit Michelle? She had a little accident this morning in the ones she was wearing when Kim brought her in."

"Let me go look." Cindy said turning and walking back towards the shelves stacked with diapers.

Joan and I stood there waiting for Cindy's return. I looked at Joan. She was holding my jeans and sweater over her arm. She was holding the two training pants in the same hand. With her other hand still holding on to mine. If any was to see us they would think Joan was taking me to get me changed I thought. I tried to pull my hand out of hers. Joan just took a tighter grip and would not let go.

Cindy came back shortly handing me and pair of pink training pants. I held out my hand and she placed the panties in. When I felt them, they were about half as thick as the ones I was wearing.

"These are the only panties I have on the shelve. I have others in the stock room"

"They should be ok. Thank you Cindy. Talk to you later." Joan said turning and walking us out of the store.


Chapter 6.

Joan and I walked out of the store. We went through the door to get to Dr. Beacher's office. Joan held the door  for me to walk through. She had to let go of my hand. We walked around the corner and thankfully no one is in the waiting room. We got into the office and walking up the hallway, was a women in the same uniform as Joan.  She looked liked she could be Joan's sister. She looked younger but about the same size.

"Hi Stacey. What are you doing down here?" Joan asked.

"Hi Joan. Dr. Beacher called up and said she needed some help. So I came down. Who do we have here? Don't you look cute in that  pretty dress."

I blushed. It was  like this women thought I was much, much younger then I was. Now I  wished I put some make up on this morning before we came here.

"That's great Stacey. We do need some help. This is Kim. She was helping me out in the pharmacy with some sizing issues."

"Hi Kim." Stacey said touching my arm.

I was not really wanting to talk to anyone else. I felt so ashamed, standing in front of yet another women, much younger then me in this dress and wearing wet training pants. I did not want to even look at her.

"Can you say Hi to Stacey, Kim?"

I could not believe Joan said that. I am not a child. She sure was talking to me like I was. What could I do. I was wearing training pants and they were wet. I wanted to say something to her, but I did not want Joan to say something about me wetting myself like some toddler. So  I mustered up a little smile and said, "Hi"

"I need to take Kim and get her changed. I will be back out, to go over what is on the books for this afternoon."

So much for Joan not mentioning my accident, I thought.

Tracey lifted up my dress and said,"Oh. Oh. Did someone not make it to the potty on time. You need to let someone know right away when you need to go potty Princess."

I wanted to slap her hand away from the dress.  But Joan had taken my one hand and I was carrying the panties for Michelle in the other. I  wanted to scream out,  I am 38 years old for god sake, but I could not bring myself to do it.

Joan pulled on my hand and dragged me  down the hall.  She let go of my hand and opened the door for me to walk through. I looked back at Stacey, I  still wanted to say something to her. Joan put her hand on my back and directed me in the door.  Dr. Beacher was sitting behind the desk filling out some  paperwork. Michelle was lying on the table. It look like she had not moved since the last time I saw her.

"Your back. Don't you look nice!" Dr. Beacher said standing up and walking around the desk.

"I am afraid, Kim had a little accident." Joan said taking the pink training pants from my hand and walking towards  Michelle.

"Oh no. Are you hurt?"

"It was not that kind of accident. She had a wetting accident and it  looks like she is not the only one."

Joan was feeling the front of Michelle's diaper and looking back at Dr. Beacher and I.

  Dr. Beacher walked up to me, "Oh Kim. Are you feeling ok.? Does this happen often?"


"No it has never happened before! I feel fine."

Dr. Beacher took my hand and turned it so my wrist was facing up. She put two fingers on my wrist and then looked at her watch.

"Your heart rate is very high and you look pale. Let me get you something to take. It will make you feel better."

"No. I feel fine. I just want to get out of these clothes."

The only thing that did not feel good were the pants sagging between my legs. My heart did not feel like it was beating any faster then normal.

Dr. Beacher walked around the desk. She opened the desk and took out a pill bottle. She opened the top and took two pills out. She went to the sink and got a cup of water. Dr. Beacher walked back to me handing me the pills and water.

"I feel fine. I don't think I need anything."

"KIm don't be silly. I would not be giving you these if I did not think you needed them."

I reached out and took the pills and water. I put the pills in my mouth. I brought up the cup of water and washed the pills down.

"They will make you feel better soon. Come sit down."

Dr. Beacher took my hand and lead me to the chair. I sat down. I wished I hadn't. The wet training pants did not feel good. I moved around a little trying to get comfortable. I understand now why baby's cry when they need changing. This was not a pleasant feeling at all.

"I need to change Michelle, Kim. Then I will be with you."

Joan pulled out the box of baby wipes and another diaper from under the table.

Dr. Beacher sat back in her chair. She started to write on some paper. Joan pulled the tapes on Michelle's diaper. She pulled down the front of the  diaper.

"What a wet little girl i have here. Guess it's a good thing I put her in a diaper. Hey KIm."

I did not know what to say. I was tying to  find a comfortable position sitting in this hard chair.

Joan took Michelle by the ankles lifted them and pulled the diaper out from under her. She took a some baby wipes and started to wipe her. It wasn't  long and Joan had another diaper under Michelle's bum. She pulled it up between her legs and taped in shut.

"I thought you were going to put her in the panties we got." I said.

Joan turned and looked at me. "No not yet. She will be out for a little while longer. I don't want to take a chance in case she has another accident."

Joan went to the sink and washed her hands. She came back  and sat down in the other chair.

"I filled out a prescription for Kim. I also have one here for Michelle." Dr. Beacher handed the papers to Joan.

Joan looked at them and then back at Dr. Beacher. "Do you think two pills at a time for Kim?'

"Yes. Considering her age."

I stopped fidgeting when i heard that. Want did my age have to do with it.

"What medication are you giving me?"

"Its just a pill that will make you relax. I can see you are very tense. It will help with the stress you are under. It might be the reason you had an accident. Sometimes stress will do that." Dr. Beacher said looking down at my waist.

The only reason I had an accident was because I waited a little to long and the stupid door was locked. I know I am  under some stress dealing with Michelle but I had been feeling fine, I thought to myself.

" I need to take Kim and get her fixed up. I will  take her to another room."

"Why don't you let Stacey take care of Kim. I am sure you have lots to do."

I did not want Stacey doing anything with me. Before thinking I said, "No. I want Joan." It came out like something a little kid would say. I did not mean for it to sound like that but it was to late now.

In a sing song voice meant  for children Dr. Beacher said, "Oh honey. I understand. Joan can take you." She looked back at Joan. "I will get Stacey to fill these prescriptions."


Joan stood up and walked to the table. She picked up the training pants she had set there earlier. Joan held out her hand and I took it. I stood up and felt a little woozy. I had to put my other hand on the desk to stop myself from falling. Joan let go of my hand and put it around my shoulders. She walked me out of the room.

We went into another room the was right across from the one we were in. This room looked as big as the other one. The differences were, there was no desk and the table looked to be longer. Joan walked me up to the table and set the training pants on it. She reached under the table and took a box of baby wipes and set them beside the training pants.

"I will need to take your dress off."

 Joan took  a hold of the bottom of the dress and pulled it up. I lifted my arms  so Joan could pull the dress off. Once she did, I felt very dizzy. I had to put my hand on the table to steady myself. I closed my eyes and it seemed to make me feel better. I felt Joan reach around and undo my bra. I wanted to stop her but when I opened my eyes I got dizzier then before. Joan pulled my bra off. Lifting my hand away from the table. Once Joan had my bra off I had to put my hand back on the table quickly.

"I don't feel very good. What were those pills?" I said. Keeeping my eyes closed.

"They were just to help you relax. Here lie down. It will feel better."

Joan put her hands on my waist and lifted me up. I sat down on the table with my feet hanging over the edge. I felt the wet training pants again on my bum. I knew I must look ridiculous sitting here in nothing but very wet purple training pants.

Joan took my legs picked them  up and moved then around so they were  at the end of the table. She put her hand on my back, holding me up.

"Can you sit up for a second?" Joan asked.

"Uhmm I don't think so. I am so dizzy."

"Ok here. Lie down."

Joan left her hand on my back. She put her other hand on my arm and let me lie down. I opened my eyes. When I seen the light right above me, it made me feel sick. I quickly closed them. I felt Joan's warm breath on my ear.

"Just relax honey. Let me help you."

I wanted to stop all of this but was afraid to open my eyes again. I lifted up my arm but it felt very heavy. I could only hold it up for a few seconds before it fell back to my side.

I felt Joan's hand grab my ankles and lift them up in the air. I tried to hold them down, but it was a losing battle.  The wet training pants went away from my skin. I felt them getting pulled down my legs. Joan set my legs back down and pulled the pants over my feet.  Something cold touched my private parts and I moved my hips a little. Joan rubbed the cold on me for what  seemed like a long time. It started to feel good.  Not being in a relationship for a few years, being touched down there was making me smile. The rubbing stopped. I lied there wanting more. My legs went back up in the air.  Then the cold rubbed on my bottom. It did not feel as good as the front,  but still was nice. Joan set my legs back down. The pleasure I felt was still with me. I move me hips up and down as much as I could manage.

"Does that feel good, to be out of those wet trainers honey."

I let out a moan. I was still moving my hips as much as I could. I felt Joan's hand on my stomach. Then her hand moved and I felt something else being pulled over my stomach. I stopped moving my hips up and down because what was over me was hurting. I opened my eyes slowly. The light was bright but it did not seem to bother me like it did. I lifted my head up with a struggle and looked down. Joan had put a strap across me, just like she had with Michelle. Joan picked up one of the training pants and looked at them. She then held them open and slide my feet through the leg holes. She pulled them up over my knees. I had to let my head back down because I could not hold it up any longer. My legs went back up in the air. i could feel Joan pulling the training pants over my bottom. My legs were let back down. The training pants did not feel as thick as the other ones, once my bum met the top of the plastic covered table.

"I think these are the right size. I will not worry about trying the other ones on you."

Joan was running her hand through my hair.."You just lie here for a few minutes and I will be back to get you."

I heard the door close. I got my hand up so that it was touching the front of the training pants. I opened and closed my hand on them. I really wanted to finished off what Joan had started. I just could not keep my hand moving, as I started to feel very sleepy.


Teenager Troubles,
Chapter 7
Fiction by Never Dry


I opened my eyes slowly, hoping the bright light above me did not make me feel like it had earlier. My head seem to be clearer now after lying with my eyes open for a few minutes. I picked my head up and seen that there was a blanket covering me. It was a white blanket with the picture of a brown bear in the middle. I heard the door open slowly and looked to see Joan walking in carrying my jeans, a purple sweater and a plastic bag. She was now wearing a very nice black shirt and a pair of grey slacks. I wondered why she had changed out of her nurses uniform.

"You finally decided to wake up. Well thats good. Michelle is waiting out in the waiting room for us."

Joan laid my jeans and sweater over the top of a chair. She set the plastic bag on the seat of the chair.

"What time is it?" I asked not being able to find a clock.

"It's just 1:30."

I could not believe that it was 1:30 in the afternoon. It did not seem like I had slept that long. I was not really sure what time I had come in here, but it could not have been much later then 10:30.

Joan pulled the blanket off me. She then took the strap off that was around my stomach. She took my hand and pulled me up. Joan then took my feet and pulled them around so they were hanging over the edge of the table.

"How are you feeling?"

"Uhmm better I think."

"That's good to hear. Lets get you down so you can get dressed."

Joan helped me down off the table. Once I got my feet on the ground, I did feel much better then I did. I noticed that Joan seemed taller then before. I looked down and see she was wearing some black boots with a good size heel.

Joan went got my jeans and handed them to me. I took them from her and was about to put them on. I stopped when I noticed the white with pink stars covering the training pants that were around my waist. I set the jeans on the table and was about to pull off the training pants, when Joan said, "What are you doing?"

"I am taking these panties off."

"Why? Did you wet them too?"
I was not really sure if they were wet or not. I could not feel any wetness, but the way the morning went I had to take my hand and press on the front to see if they were wet or dry. They were not wet. Thank god.

"No, they are dry."

"I can see from here they are dry. The stars are still on them. So why are you taking them off. If you take them off, what are you going wear under your jeans?"

"Uhmm. Nothing I guess."

Joan stepped closer to me and took my hands off the training pants.

"That is gross. You are not, going to wear nothing, under your jeans."

I did not find it that bad of a thing to do. Joan seemed to think it was the worst thing I could have ever, thought of doing.

"Well I am not wearing these and I don't have any underwear."

Joan's voice went a little louder when she said, "And why is that?"

She did not let me answer before she went on a rampage.

"I will tell you why you don't have any underwear to wear. It's because they are in that bag over there, soaking wet. That's why! When I took your jeans off the table Michelle was using, I noticed there were no underwear. So I thought you had taken them off in the change room, but when I went down to the pharmacy, they were not in the change room. Guess where I found them? Oh, that's right. You put them in the garbage can, soaking wet. I cannot believe you would just leave them in there like that. You didn't have enough sense to let one off us know, you left them there. They were stinking up the whole room?"

I was starting to feel like I was back at home, living with my mother. I was having flashbacks of when she use to yell at me. What was I suppose to do. Walk out of the bathroom with my panties and say, "I peed my panties Joan." I couldn't have done that. I was not thinking clearly when I was in there. I understand what Joan was saying, and maybe it was not the best idea to leave them in there, but what could have done.

Joan keep going. Looking down at me in with a very disappointed look on her face.

"It's one thing that you had an accident! I can live with that, but to hide your wet panties like a 4 year old, too scared to tell anyone she had an accident. Well I figured out right then, that you might need more help then Michelle. Now get your pants on. Your daughter has been waiting very patently for you."

I felt really scared now. I knew what Joan was saying was true. It was not the most mature thing to do. Could she not admit it might be hard thing for a 38 year old women to tell some one at least 13 years younger, that she had wet her pants. I just did not know what else I could have done.

I picked up my jeans out of fear, held them out and stepped into them. I pulled them up over the training pants. The training pants were not as thick as the cloth ones, but a whole lot thicker then regular underwear. My jeans were the hip hugging type, so they did not ride up past my hips. I got them over the training pants, but had a tough time getting them done up. I finally managed to do the button up and zip them up. The top of the training pants were sticking above the top of the jeans. Joan then handed me a purple sweater. The one I had worn here today was white.

"Where is my sweater and bra?" I asked as my voice cracked.

"They are in the bag with your wet underwear, I am afraid."

"Why? I need a bra."

"From what I see. I don't think you really need a bra, and the sweater had black marks all over the back of it. I am not sure what you got into but It was a mess."

I don't remember doing anything to my sweater. But I did not want to wear it now, if it was in that bag, with my pee soaked underwear. I could get away without a bra. I just liked having that extra padding there.

I pulled the purple sweater over my head and got my arms through. When I pulled it down, it was just about an inch below the top of my jeans. From the front I could not see the training pants. I knew I would not be able to move around to much without having the training pants show between my sweater and jeans.

Joan picked up the plastic bag, took my hand and lead me out the door. She lead me to the first room we were in that morning.

"Your shoes are over there. I put your purse up at the front desk. Now, both Dr. Beacher and I talked with Michelle. She understands that I am coming to stay with you. We told her what she needed to hear and she seemed fine with it. Dr. Beacher did not want you to be driving home today, so she sent me home to pack a suit case. I brought a taxi back here, so that I could drive you two home, and stay for as long as I am needed. One other thing. Do not argue with me in front of Michelle. If you have a problem with something I do. You need to talk to me without her hearing. If she see's you fighting with me, it will be harder for me to deal with her. Any questions?

My head was spinning. She was taking us home today? I think I made a huge mistake agreeing that Joan could stay with us. Here I was wearing training pants under my jeans, trying hard not to have my sweater raise up so someone could see them. Listening to Joan go on about not fighting with her. I had so many questions but I did not know were to start.

"Uhmmm. What about school for Michelle?"

That was the only question you have for her. I think I should have started with. "You are not staying with us.", but I ask, what about school. I wanted to hit my forehead with my hand, for being so stupid.

"That well be all taken care of by the Doctor. Ok. So you ready then. Let's not leave Michelle waiting any longer."

Joan took my hand again. I had more questions, but Joan was not going to let me ask them, I guess. We walked out the door and down the hall. Stacey was sitting at the desk. She seen us coming. Stacey got up closed the window that faced the waiting room, then walked over towards us.

I was a scared of what she was going to say to me this time.

"Kim, I am so sorry for the way I talked to you earlier. Joan told me how you were just helping her try on some clothes and the bathroom was locked. When I saw you with her over there earlier".Stacey pointed towards the desk. "I thought you were well…..you know? Anyway I have to say I am sorry. I feel so awful, that I told Joan, if she needs any help on the weekends or at night, I would be more then happy to help. I would like to see how you and Michelle are getting along."

I was surprised by how nice Stacey was being. I can understand why she said what she said to me. It still was upsetting me some, after thinking again what she had said to me though.

"Thanks Stacey. No worries."

"Oh, thank you for understanding. And by the way I gave Joan some money to take you and Michelle out for lunch, since I am sure you both are hungry and it would make me feel better to be able to at least pay for your lunch."

I really just wanted to go home, but it was a very nice of her, to do that.

"You did not have to do that, but thank you."

"No problem Kim."

Joan opened the door to the waiting room and said, "I will be out in a second."

I walked out and Michelle was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. I walked up to her.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I am fine, I guess. I am just getting very bored waiting for you. Can we go now?"

"We just have to wait for Joan, she said she would just be a second."

Joan came out as soon as I finished talking. She was holding my purse in one hand a black purse was over her shoulder. Michelle leaned sideways still sitting on the chair to put the magazine on the table that was one chair over from hers. I seen her shirt raise up. I could see white panties sticking out from the back of her jeans. I stood staring, thinking that she would have had the pink panties on. The ones we got from Cindy. She had on what looked like regular white panties. All of a sudden I could really feel the training pants between my legs. They seemed to get thicker all of a sudden. I wanted to say something to Joan, but what could I say. Why am I in training pants and she isn't. I did not what to bring up the subject of training pants.

Joan walked by us and went and opened the door to the hallway.

"Ok lady's let's get out of here."

Michelle got up walked by Joan and I followed along. Joan came in behind us. Michelle got to the the next door. She pulled it open and walk through. Letting it stay open long enough for me to hold it. Joan put her hand over my head on the door and said, "Go head."

I got back behind Michelle. We were passing the pharmacy to our left, and I did not want to even look inside. Just in case Cindy was standing close by. I kept walking looking straight ahead and got outside, as quick as I could.

We all made it out to he truck. Joan pushed the unlock button on the remote, after going into her purse for the my keys. She opened the back up and put my purse there. I wanted to get it but she shut the gate before I had a chance. There was also one suit case and two boxes in the back. I looked at Joan.

"I got your keys when I got back, so I could put my stuff in here. Hope you don't mind?"
I really didn't think she should have been going through my purse to get my keys, but what was the point in saying anything now.

"No. I guess not."

I went around to the drivers side before Joan got there. Joan walked up beside me and said, "Sorry Kim. I need to drive."

I was a little put out. It seemed like I pouted a little. I walked around and got into the passenger's side. Michelle was in the back, just getting her seat belt on. I pulled my belt over me and snapped it in place. I looked down and seen my sweater had moved up and my training pants were sticking out the top of my jeans. I quickly pulled my sweater down to cover them, before Michelle noticed them.

"Do you like pizza MIchelle?" Joan said turing to face her.

"Yes."

"Is Pizza Hut good for lunch then. I am sure you are starving."

"Pizza Hut is fine. And yes I am freaking hungry."

Joan gave her a little look but did not say anything. She started the truck and drove out the driveway.

I was really hoping we could just go home. So I said, "Do you think we could just go home and get something there?"

Before Joan could say anything. Michelle said, "No. I am not waiting until we get home. I need something to eat now."

Joan turned and looked at me, then turned back to watch the road and said, "I guess we are going to Pizza Hut then. What kind of pizza do you like Michelle?"

"Any kind really."

"Ok then. I guess you get to order for us then."

Joan never even asked me, if I liked pizza or not. I was not going to say anything about it anyway because I was afraid of what Joan might say that I did not want Michelle to hear.


It was not long, and we where parking at a Pizza Hut. We all got out of the truck and walked up to he entrance. I kept a hold of my sweater so that it would not rise up any. I may have looked silly, but I figured it would be better then showing off what was under my jeans.

We got inside. A girl was standing holding some menus.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to Pizza Hut. I can take you to your table."

Michelle followed the girl, I followed Michelle and Joan followed me to the corner booth at the far side of the building. Michelle slide into the bench seat facing the window looking outside, but stayed on the first part of the seat. I had to go to the other bench seat and slide all the way over. Joan sat down beside me.


The waitress came a few moments later and placed a paper place mat in front of Joan and myself. She then placed a paper place mat that you would give to small children, in front of Michelle. It had a picture that you could colour.

"I will get you some crayons, if you would like to colour?"

Michelle looked up at her and was about to say something but Joan got up and said to the waitress, "Could I speak to you for a second Miss?"

Joan walked with the girl a few feet away. I could see Joan saying something, but I could not make out what it was she was saying. Joan came back a few minutes later and sat down. The waitress walked the other way but came back shortly after, and replaced MIchelle's place mat, with one like Joan and I had.

"I am so sorry for thinking you were younger. If you would like dessert after your meal, it is on the house."

Michelle looked up at her. I don't think she could believe this girl that was most likely only a year older then her, was saying she was sorry.

"That's ok. I happens all the time."

"So, what would you like to drink." the waitress asked.

Michelle said, "I will take a diet coke please."

The waitress turn to Joan, "I will have water and she will take a water also."

I could not believe Joan just order me a water without letting me say what I wanted. I was going to order water anyway, but why would she not let me order myself.

"Ok I will grab the drinks and be right back, to take your order."

Joan looked at me. She looked like she was waiting for me to say something, but before I could, not that I was going to say anything anyway. Michelle said, "Thank you Joan for saying something to her. Nobody ever sticks up for me, except a couple of my friends."

I knew MIchelle was talking about me. Even though she never looked at me or said my name.

"That's ok Michelle. I can see how it can be hard for you. I just thought she should know. I think you handled that very well, I must say."

"I try and to be nice, but sometimes it just gets to me."

"I understand."

MIchelle was right I very seldom tell anybody that she is older then she looks. I usually just tell Michelle not to worry about. Now I feel bad. Why wouldn't I say something? I just figured it was easier not to make a big deal out of it. Just like this morning at the coffee shop. I could have said to the girl, that she was 17 and did not need a plastic cup. But I didn't. I just yelled at Michelle for making a big deal of it.

The waitress came back. She placed our drinks in front of us. Then set a jug of water on the table.

"So what would you like to order today?'

"We are leaving it up to this young lady here" Joan said pointing at Michelle. "What pizza she orders, that will be fine by us."

Michelle looked at Joan and smiled.

"Ok. I would like a large pizza with onion, green peppers and tomatoes please."

"Ok, coming right up."

The waitress waked away and I looked at Joan. Again, she did not let me order what I wanted. Joan would not look at me. She started talking to Michelle. I sat and drank some of my water and listened.

Michelle asked Joan about nursing and Joan asked Michelle about school. I heard somethings that Michelle told Joan, that she never talked to me about. I was shocked at how openly and easily she was talking with Joan. They talked the whole time. It was like I was not even sitting there. Not once did Michelle or Joan say anything to me. The only thing Joan did, was fill my glass with water when she saw I had drank most of the first one.

The waitress set the pizza down in front of Michelle and Joan. Joan let Michelle get the first piece. She then got a piece, put it on a plate and set it in front of me. I was hungry so I ate the first piece in no time. Joan seen that I had finished the first slice. She took my plate without asking and put another piece on it. She set it down in front of me and said, "You must have been very hungry Kim?"

I picked up the pizza and started to eat. I did not say anything to her.

My water was only half empty when Joan filled it up again. I had finished my second piece of pizza. I was never asked if I wanted another one. Michelle and Joan finished it off.

The waitress came and to take the empty plates away.

"Would you like that free dessert?" she said looking at Michelle.

"Yes please. Could I have a Chocolate sundae."

"You sure can. Would anyone else like something?" the waitress asked Joan.

"No. We are good, thank you."

Again, Joan never let me say if I wanted something or not. I really wanted a coffee but I guess I was not getting one.

My foot fell asleep and I was moving my legs around trying to get it back to normal. Joan and Michelle never stopped talking. The dessert came for Michelle and she dug right in.

"I need to use the lady's room. Anyone else need to go?" Joan said looking at Michelle.

"No I am fine." Michelle said, digging back into her sundae.

Joan turned and faced me and said, "Do you need to sit on the toilet?"

Sit on the toilet. Why would she say it like that to me. I looked at Michelle, thinking she was going to say something about the question Joan had asked me, or at least something about the words she used. she never looked up from her dessert. I did not want to say yes to that, so I said, "No.", and turned my head.

Joan got up and walked just past and behind MIchelle. I turned back to watch her walk away, thankful she was leaving. She turned and made a fist, raised her index finger and started to roll it up towards her, about four times, as if to say "Come here." She then pointed to the ground with her finger. I looked at Michelle. She was enjoying her sundae.

"Uhmmm..Maybe I should use the bathroom. " I said sliding out of the bench seat and walking up to Joan to see what she wanted.


Joan suddenly, took my hand and started walking towards the bathroom. I had walk very fast to keep up with her. I tried to pull my hand away put she had a firm grip. I looked around and seen people looking at us. The place was not packed, but it was not empty either. I was scared to say anything. I did not want to draw anymore attention to what Joan was doing to me, there was enough attentions drawn already. Joan pushed the door to the bathroom open and dragged me inside. There was no one else in the bathroom that I could see.

Joan stopped and turned and faced me once we got near the stalls.

"No. You don't have to use the bathroom. Then why were you sitting there moving all around in your seat. Like you need to use the potty?"

"You don't understand my fo…."

"Oh I understand. You would think, after wetting your pants this morning, that you would not want to wait to long to use the bathroom, after clearly knowing you need to go. Now get in there and sit down."

Joan pushed a door open on one of the stalls. She waited for me to step inside. Then she pulled the door closed behind me. I turned around and pulled my jeans over the training pants. I then pulled down the training pants and sat down. I could see under the door, Joan's boots. She was standing right in front of the door.

I started to pee right away. I did not think I had to go this much. It sounded like when my pee hit the water, it was echoing throughout the entire bathroom.

"Didn't need to go, Hey. It sure sounds like you needed to go. Those pull ups had better not have a drop of pee in them." Joan said quit loudly.

When Joan called them pull ups it sounded worse then the words "training pants." I could hear in my head, the little girl in the pull ups commercial singing "I'm a big kid now."

I was just finishing when I heard a toilet flush. I could still see Joan's boots under the stall door. Oh my god. Someone has been in here the whole time. It was bad enough she dragged me in here like I was some child that needed to use the bathroom but did not want to go. Now someone has heard her say what she said to me. I placed my elbows on my legs and brought my hands up to cover my face. I started to cry.

I heard the stall door open and then close. I heard heels clicking on the floor.

"Hi there. How are you today." Joan said.

"I am fine. Thank you. It sounds like you are having trouble potty training someone? I take it, it's the smaller one of the two you came in with?"

"Actually no. Believe it or not. It's the older one of the two. The much, much older one."

"Oh my! Well I hope she gets the hang of it before she heads off to college." Then the women laughed.


That women must have either been sitting near us, or seen us come in together. I could not believe she said, "when she gets to college." If I had gone to college, it would have been 17 years ago.

Joan chuckled and said, "Well, I hope so."

I heard the sink come on. Then I heard paper towel being ripped off the dispenser. Heels clicked some more and the door opened then closed.

The stall door flew open. I took my hands off my face and Joan stood there looking in at me. She walked in and pulled the front of the pull ups towards her and looked in them.

"You are lucky these are still dry, little girl. Now stop your crying, and get yourself cleaned up. Or do you need me to do it for you?"

"Noooo. I will do it." I blurted out.

"Well hurry up then. By the way, the next time I ask you, if you need to sit on the potty or toilet or whatever I say. You had better just say YES. Got it?"

I felt more tears roll down my cheeks. Sitting down and having her standing over me like some giant, I almost started to pee again, I was so scared. I managed to nod my head up and down a couple of times to acknowledge what she said.

"Ok good. Just as long as you understand."

Joan walked back out but did not close the door. I could see here standing in front of a sink. The water came on and she washed her hands. My hands were shaking so bad, I could hardly get the toilet paper off the roll and wipe between my legs. I stood up, legs shaking. I pulled the training pants up and then my jeans. I heard Joan shut off the tap and walk towards the paper towel dispenser. I walked out of the stall and my whole body was shaking now.

"Wash your hands and face, please." Joan said drying her own hands with paper towel.

I got the tap water on and put my hands under it. I did not want to go back out into the restaurant and look at the people that seen Joan drag me in here. I put some water in my hands and splashed it in my face. I shut the tap off and turned to have Joan, start wiping my face with some paper towel. She was pressing hard and holding the back of my head with her other hand. I heard the door open. Joan had the paper towel over my face drying it off, so I could not see who came in. I heard a person walk by us. Joan then took my right hand and dried it off. I look around to see who came in, but they had already made it into a stall. Joan took my left hand and dried it off. She tossed the paper towel in the garbage can, took my hand, opened the door and walked me out of the bathroom.


Chapter 8.

My whole body was shaking when we made it out into the restaurant. I kept my head down and looked at the floor. Just before we got to table, Joan let go of my hand. I felt my sweater being pulled down at the back. She let me get into the booth.

Had my sweater been riding up the whole way? Or did it just come up? I was sure if anyone looked, they would know I was not wearing regular underwear.

Joan sat down beside me.

"That sundae must have been good?" Joan said.

Michelle had finished her dessert while we were gone.

"It was really good. I don't usually get dessert at home." Michelle said looking at me.

"You don't? Why not?"

"Mom never buys anything she thinks is unhealthy. Do you Mom?"

I wanted to say, I do buy things once in awhile that are not healthy, but I was so shaken up from the way I was just treated by Joan. I opened my mouth and all that came out was, a little squeak. My hands were shaking so bad I had to put them under the table so Michelle would not see them. They both were looking at me. Waiting for me to say something, but I could not get anything to come out.

Joan turned from looking at me, looked at Michelle and said, "Well, we can fix that Michelle. Why don't we stop on the way to your house and pick up some things that you would like to eat."

I had just went shopping yesterday. There was lots of food in the house. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to forget this day ever happened.

"I want to go home." I said in a very whiney voice.

I brought my hand up from under the table and put it over my mouth. I could not believe I just said that, and in that whiney voice. I must have sounded like a 5 year old.

MIchelle looked at me with a strange look on her face. Joan opened up her purse that was between her and I. She pulled out a some money and handed it to Michelle. When Joan opened her purse I see something white and pink inside.

"Can you go and pay our bill for me?"

"Ok"

Michelle got up and walked away. Joan opened her purse again and dug around. This time she pulled out the white and pink pull up.. She then pulled out a pill bottle. Joan put the pull up back in her purse, and then set in on the table. She got two pills out and put them on the table. I was wondering why she had a pull up in her purse. Maybe she had put it in there for Michelle since she was wearing thicker panties this morning, and thought she might need one.

"I think you need to take these."

I did not want to take anymore pills. Especially the way the ones I took earlier this morning made me feel.

Again in a whiney voice I said,"I don't need them."

"These had better be in your mouth before Michelle gets back."

"Nooo."

Joan looked away from me, as if to see if anyone was close by. She turned back, took a hold of my arm and pulled me right beside her. I could not believe how easily she pulled me towards her.

"Listen here. Do you not think you made a big enough scene having me take you to sit on the potty. Do I need to drag you back into the bathroom so we can talk about how you are acting right now? If I have to, you will not like want happens. You are suppose to be helping with Michelle. Do you think whining like you just did, is going to help her?"

I was trying to hold back the tears, that I could feel forming in my eyes. Why is she treating me like this? Is treating me like this, helping Michelle? I don't see how. I looked up and seen Michelle walking back towards us. I did not want her to see Joan drag me back to the bathroom. I was sure she would not do it again, but I was not willing to take that chance. I picked up the two pills put them in my mouth. I took my glass of water that was full and took a drink.

"Good girl. Drink has much water as you can. It will help the pills work faster."

Michelle sat down just, after Joan said, "Good girl." I was still sitting right beside Joan. Michelle handed Joan some money back.

"Did you leave her a tip?"

"Yes. I gave her $12.00. I hope that is ok."

"Yes that's fine. Thank you. Should we head to the store to pick up some food then?"

"Ok, sounds good." Michelle said, getting up and walking away.

Joan turned to me and said, "Finish up that water first."

I picked the glass up and drank it. Joan got up and waited for me to get out of the booth. She put her hand on my back and guided me. I could feel her hand on my back the whole walk. I could also feel that my sweater was moving up and down while I walked. Joan's hand was moving it. I stared at the floor not wanting to see anybody looking at me.

Michelle was standing beside the back door of the truck when we got there. Joan took her hand off my back. I reached around and pulled my sweater down. Joan took the keys out of her purse and unlocked the truck.

I went around and got in pulling on my sweater to keep in down over my jeans.

Joan got in and turned to Michelle.

"Dr. Beacher told me where you live. Is there a store close by?"

"Yes there is a super centre Walmart about 10 minutes from the house."

"Ok. Can you tell me when to turn then."

"Sure can."

I was sitting in the front seat. Why would Joan not just ask me? I was hoping that i will be able to just stay in the truck when we get to the Walmart. I did not want to go in.

The pills that I took where not making me dizzy like the ones I had taken this morning. They did not seem to be doing anything to me. I looked out the side window. I did not want to look at Joan anymore today.


On the way to Walmart Joan asked Michelle,"What kind of music to you like?"

"I don't know, any of the new pop stuff I guess."

"Well, what do have on your Ipod?"

"I don't have a ipod."

"You don't have a ipod? Every girl needs a ipod. Tell you what. When we get to Walmart, why don't you go and see if you can find one. We will come find you there once we get done with the groceries."

"Really? I can get an Ipod?"

"You sure can. Do you have a pen and paper back there? You write down what food you want and I will pick it up. Then we will meet you later."

"Yes, I have a little piece of paper. This is so great. I have always wanted an Ipod."
I had not heard Michelle so excited in a long time. I thought she had a music thing, but I guess not. I was a little taken back that Joan never asked me, if it was ok for her to get one.

Michelle gave the directions to Joan on the way to Walmart. I sat there looking out the side window, wishing we were just going home. It took us about 15 minutes to get there. Joan parked the truck not far from the entrance.

Joan and Michelle got out of the truck. I did not move. I did not want to go in. Joan looked at me through her window from the outside. She turned and said something to Michelle. I seen Michelle hand her the piece of paper then walk towards the store. Joan walked around to my door and opened it.

"Come on. Lets go."

"I don't want to got in. Can't I just say in the truck?"

"No! Come on."

Joan reached in and unbuckled my seat beat. She took my hand and pulled me out of the truck.

"Why can't I stay in the truck?"

"Because, you are coming with me, that's why."

That was no reason. If I want to sit in my own truck, I don't see why I can't.

Joan grabbed my hand. She dragged me behind her. It seemed like she was walking fast just so I had a hard time keeping up to her.


We got up to where the carts were lined up. Joan let go of my hand, pulled a cart out and set her purse where little kids sit. Joan bent down and put her face about 3 inches from mine, staring right into my eyes and said, "You had better stay right beside me or I swear I will pick you up and put you in this cart."

She was threatening me again. There was no way she would or could pick me up and put me in there, I thought. I said, "You can't. You wouldn't"

"No? You just wonder off then, and see what happens to you."

I felt scared again. My hands started to shake. Not as bad as the restaurant, but bad enough. I was sure she would not put a 38 year old women in a shopping cart. Joan started to walk. I took a couple of quick steps so I could catch up to her. I walked beside her, thinking about her threat. I wanted to ran away. Far, far away from her. I just could not make myself do it.

I stayed right beside her. She had Michelle's list in her hand. We walked up and down a bunch of aisles. Joan picked up all kinds of stuff and put it in the cart. I did not really look at what she was getting, I was still thinking about her threatening me. We came to the cereal aisle. Joan was looking at all the different kinds. I looked at the boxes of cereal. There where so many different kinds. I had not looked at cereal since Michelle was much younger. I never buy it anymore because I don't like it, and I didn't think Michelle did either. There where so many different colours of boxes. There was every colour I could imagine. Blue, Green, Red,. I was fascinated by all the colours and pictures on the boxes. I am not sure how long I looked at all the boxes, when I heard someone say, "Excuse me." I turned and there was a lady pushing a cart with a small child sitting in it. I stepped back so she could pick up a green box. I followed the green box she had in her hand as she placed it, in her cart. Then I looked to my right, then to my left. Joan was gone.

I instantly be can to panic. I looked to the right then to the left again. I couldn't see Joan anywhere. Tears started to roll down my face. Then I felt pee coming out of me and soaking into my pull ups. i put my hand between my legs to try and stop the flow of pee. Looking again to the right and then to the left, praying I would see Joan. . Oh now. What I am going to do? Part of me knew I should not be so panicked. I was a grown woman for god sake. I have been alone in a store many, many times, but the panic I was feeling, was like no other I have experienced. Putting my hand between my legs did not stop me from peeing. I could feel the pull ups getting wetter and wetter by the second. My pull ups started to feel very cold. I would have thought it would have been a warm feeling, like it was this morning, but it wasn't. I turned to the left. Then again to the right. I finally seen Joan just turing the corner and walking towards me. I took my hand out from between my legs and ran towards her. I wiped the tears that where on my cheeks, running towards her.

When I got to her. The look on her face was not a good one. I stopped at the front of the cart, put my hands on it, and said, "I am so sorry. I was looking at all the colours and then you were not here."

"This will be your last time you wonder off? Right?"

"Yes. Yes. I promise I will not do it again. Please."

"Ok. I want you to come up here and place your hand right here on the cart"

Joan pointed to the side of the cart that was up near her. Scared out of my mind, I walked around the cart and placed my left hand where she had pointed. Joan started to walk slowly back down the cereal aisle, again.

My pull ups where cold and were feeling very uncomfortable. I took my right hand to try and move the front of it away from my skin. I did not want Joan to know I had, yet again today wet my pants. I tried to move the pull ups away when she was not looking. I smiled a little figuring out that Joan had not done what she threatened to do. I was walking beside the cart and not riding in it. Just an empty threat, I thought.

The colourful boxes caught my attention again. I looked at them as we walked by. I even turned my head as much as I could, so I could see them as long as I could. The cart stopped at the end of the aisle.

"Kim. I need to ask you a question. Can you be an adult, and answer it truthfully for me?"

A wave of happiness went through me. Joan just called me an adult. It was the first time I felt like she was treating me like the 38 year old women that I am. I put a smile on may face and said, "Yes."

"Ok thank you…….Do you have a cold feeling between your legs?"

I did not think about the question. I just blurted out, "YES".

"Thank you Kim."

Joan started to push the cart again. I started to walk still holding on to the cart. A cold feeling between my legs? What kind of question for an adult was that? How would she know about the cold feeling there? I looked up at her and said, "But, how did you know?"

"How did I know, what? Kimmie."

I hated being called Kimmie. I will have to mention that to her later, but right now I wanted to know how she knew.

"How did you know that I was cold?"

"Oh. Here let me show you."

We walked two aisles down and then turned right. I could see we where going down the baby aisle. All the products you need to look after a baby. There were many colours in this aisle too. Just about as many as the cereal aisle. Joan stopped and took something pink off the shelve. She brought it down and held it out in front of me.

"Can you read what it says on this bag Kimmie? Joan asked, holding the pretty pink bag in front me?"

Of course I can read the what is on the bag. I'm not a baby like the one that is on the pink bag. I started to read the bag.

"I need you to read it out loud for me. Can you do that?"


I read it out loud, "Huggies Pull-up training pants. Cool alert. Feel cool when wet."


When i finished reading, I was stunned at what I just read. Joan had tricked me, by asking me if I was cold. I basically admitted to her without knowing, I peed in my pants. I didn't know after wetting my pull ups, it would become cold.

"Very good honey. The pull ups you are wearing do the same thing. Feel cool when wet. Now, how old do you think, this little girl is?"

"Uhmmm 3,"

"I would say that is about right. What is she doing?"

"She is sitting on a toilet."

"No. She is sitting, but what would she call what she is sitting on."

"Uhmmm a potty."

"Right. What do you think she is doing. Why would she sit on her potty?"

These questions are stupid. Anyone would know what she is doing. I said in an sarcastic tune, "She is most likely peeing."

"How old are you, Kim?"

"38"

"And did you pee in a potty or did you pee in your pants?"

I did not want to admit that I had wet my pants again, but she already knew. I looked down away from the pink bag and said, "Pants."

"Do you not think it is odd, how this little girl, 35 years younger then you, sits on a potty to go pee pee, but you have gone and went pee pee in your pants?"

Joan was making me feel really bad. She didn't have to point out that I had peed my pants again today, and this girl sits on her potty to go pee. I had a panic attack. It was not my fault. I had to try and explain that to her.

"But, but I could not find you and, and I got scared, and and."

"Just because you could not find me, you peed your pants? Were you trying to find me, so that you could ask me to take you to the potty?"

"Uhmmm. No."

"So you didn't know you needed to go to sit on the potty then? This girl knows when she needs to sit on her potty."

"No. Wait Uhmm. Yes." I was getting confused. I didn't want to admit I didn't even know I needed to pee. Even though I didn't feel any urge before I wet myself.

"Yes. Ok so, I think from now on, what are you going to do when you feel like you need to sit on the potty?"

"Uhmmm… I am going to go and sit on a potty?"

"Yes, but after to you tell me right? I think from now on when you feel like you need to go and sit on the potty. You are going to tell me, that you need to go sit on the potty, so that I can take you. RIGHT?"

"Uhmm. Ok." I said not really sure what I just agreed to, Joan had me all mixed up.

"Soooo. Lets try it out. What are you going to say when you feel the need to go potty?"

"I have to go potty, can I go."

"Let's try, I have to go potty."

"I have to go potty."

"Very good. Lets go."

Joan started to walk. I kept my hand on the cart. My head was spinning again. I was kind of glad I hand my hand on the cart. I was not sure where we were going now. My thoughts were getting mixed up. I was trying to think what that conversation was all about. I think Joan was comparing me to the little girl on the pink bag. My pull ups were feeling very uncomfortable.

The cart stopped moving. Joan picked up her purse and put it on her shoulder. She took my hand and walked towards a big door. The sign on the door said "Family Restroom". Joan opened the door and we walked in. Joan pulled down a table from the wall. She set her purse on it. Joan let go off my hand. She then put her hands on my shoulders and push be towards the toilet. Joan turned me around so that my back was facing the toilet. She reached down, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles and said,"Can you hold your sweater up for me?"

I took a hold of my sweater on each side and grabbed the bottom of my sweater. I lifted my sweater up so that it just came to below my chest. I had each elbow pointing out and to the side of me holding my sweater up. She then took a hold of both sides of my pull up and pulled it down. She put both her hands on each side of me, just above my hips and pushed me back and onto to the toilet.

"Keep your sweater up for me, please."

I was sitting on the toilet, with my pants and wet pull up down around my ankles. I had my arms sticking out both sides of me, holding up my sweater. I sat there thinking, I don't have to pee.

"I don't have to pee." I said.

Joan stood in front of me looking like she was 10 feet tall and said, "And why is that? Is it because you already went pee pee in your pull ups?"

Saying I did not have to pee was the wrong thing to say, it seemed to really upset Joan, but I thought that is why she brought me in here. To sit on the potty to go pee. Joan removed my shoes. She took a hold of the bottom of my jeans and pulled them completely off. She took them and laid them on the table beside her purse. She steeped back towards me. Joan took the pull ups, pulled them off. She held them up, right in front of my face and said loudly, "WHAT DID YOU DO IN THESE?"

I looked away from the pull ups that were right in my face. I felt Joan's hand under my chin. She pulled my head back so that I was facing her. She had let the pull ups down by her side in her other hand.


"Come on. Tell me what you did."

"I peed in them."

"That's right, you sure did. I doubt that 3 year old girl would pee in her pants twice in one day."

I started to cry again. This time it was a full fledge cry. I could not remember how many times today I have had tears in my eyes, but way to many. I could not bring my hands up to my face to cover it, because I was holding up my sweater. I was afraid to let go of it. Scared Joan would start yelling at me again.


Joan walked to the garbage can sitting on the floor. She put her foot on the lever and the top opened. Joan let the pull up go and it made a bang when it hit bottom. She went to her purse, took out another pull up then pulled out a white plastic container. Joan popped the top open on the container, pulled out a couple white things. They were baby wipes. Why did she have baby wipes and a pull up in her purse. I was sure that pull up was for Michelle.

Joan came towards me with the baby wipes.

"Stand up, now!"

I stood up, holding onto my sweater. Joan started to wipe the baby wipes all over me. From my stomach down to my knees. Then she pulled me forward and wiped from the middle of my back down to the back of my knees. It started to smell like the room at Dr. Beahers office, that's all I could smell now. Joan took the wipes and put them in the garbage can, picked up the pull up on the way back towards me.

"Sure glad I put this one in my purse. I was really hoping, I would not have to get it out."

She held it out for me to step into. Joan pulled it up over my knees and up over my waist. This pull up went well passed my belly button. It was a lot bigger and thicker then the other one. Joan got my jeans, hold them out and I stepped into them. I almost lost my balance, but didn't. She pulled them up over the pull ups. Joan had to really pull them together to get the button done up. She struggled pulling the zipper up, but finally got it.

"You can let your sweater go now."

Joan got a couple more baby wipes and started to wipe my face. She held the back of my head and pressed hard on my face, while rubbing. The scent was very strong now. My nose was running and full, but I could really smell what I thought was something like baby powder. Joan through the wipes away. She pulled some toilet paper from the roll. She held it up to my nose and said, "Blow"

I blow my nose. I felt like a little kid, having to have her mother help her blow her nose. Not that the thick pull ups between my legs did not already make me feel like a baby.

Joan through the paper in the toilet and flushed it.. She washed her hands, picked up her purse and said, "Ok, lets go find Michelle."

Joan held the door open and I walked out slowly. There was a lady holding onto a baby in her arms, with a diaper bag over her shoulder.

Joan seen her and said, "Sorry we took so long. My special little girl had a little problem."

"That's ok. Thank you." the lady said, looking down at me smiling and going into the washroom as Joan held the door for her.

Special little girl. Was Joan calling me a special needs girl? Maybe that would be better then saying, this normal 38 year old women had a little problem.

"You are special that's for sure. Aren't you Kimmie? Hand on the cart, please." Joan said walking behind the cart and putting her purse back in it.

I reached out and set my hand on the cart. Joan started to push the cart. I was having trouble walking properly. The big, thick pull up, spread my legs apart a lot further then the first ones I had on. I could feel my bum moving side to side more then ever.