Teenager Troubles 4

Chapter 11.


The screen went black. I looked to the right and Aunt Joan was holding the remote standing beside me. I pointed at the screen and said, "What happen?"

"It's lunch time sweetie. We can turn the TV on again after lunch."

I looked down. Disappointed the dancing colours were gone. I saw the pretty owls that I am sitting on.

"I forgot to give you your surprise."

I looked up smiling at  Aunt Joan wanting to see what it was.  She is holding up  a very colourful plastic ring.

"Look at all the colours. Can you tell me what the these  are that are on it?

She held out the very pretty ring. I reached up and took it. I held it in my hands.

"It has a yellow bee, a red lady bug, a orange yellow and green butterfly, and see all the other colours."

"Yes I do, aren't they all pretty? You are just the smartest little girl I know."

Aunt Joan bent down and took my right hand.

"Bring this up to your mouth and put it in. Can you bit the lady bug for me?"

I was thinking I should not be putting something in my mouth but if Aunt Joan said it was ok then maybe it will be something good.

Aunt Joan brought my hands up along with the  plastic ring to my mouth. The colourful ring went in. I bit down on the red lady bug. There was not any taste but I felt like I am chewing bubble gum. I have not chewed bubble gum for a very long time.  I bit down again and again. I could see the other colours that where around the ring  as I kept biting down.

"Can you move it so you can see the red lady bug and bit down on theeeee……..pretty yellow bee?"

I turned the pretty ring so that the yellow bee was in my mouth and I bit down. I could see the pretty lady bug now. I smiled when I saw it.

"Now get the pretty butterfly." Aunt Joan said still bending down beside me.

I turned it again so the butterfly was in my mouth. Now I could see both the lady bug and the yellow bee. I let out a little giggle.

"It's that fun sweetie?"

I giggled again nodding my head up and down. I moved the ring around again and again. I felt the top of my shirt getting wet. I am not sure why it is feeling wet. I must have spilled some of the sweet milk on it.

Aunt Joan but her hands just above my waist and lifted me up so I was standing on the pretty owls. It feels so soft on the bottom of my feet. Her hand went on my back. I turned the pretty ring in my mouth again so I could see the yellow bee.

"Come on let's get you some lunch."

Aunt Joan directed me out of the family room down the hall and into the kitchen. I kept a hold of the pretty plastic ring with both hands. It is  easier  to turn it if I use both hands.


I looked up from the colourful ring and seen my pretty placemat.  My red and blue cup was sitting in the middle of it.  I dropped the ring and ran sat down. I picked my cup. I sucked on the top and that sweet tasting warm milk hit my tongue and back of my throat. Ohhh this is so good. I sucked and sucked until there was no more.  I set it on the table away from my placemat so I did not cover any of the pretty colours.

"Do you want to wear your pretty owl bib sweetie?"

I looked up and saw the small owl blanket. Bib? Blanket?

"That's a blanket. I don't need a bib."

"But that's what I call a little blanket like this. I call it a bib."

Aunt Joan pulled it over my head and the owls were looking up at me. Silly owls.

"A big girl like you. You don't need a bib right?"

"Nooo."

"But your pretty pink shirt is all wet. See."

Aunt Joan took my right hand and put it underneath the owls. I could feel the wetness on my shirt.

"So the owl bib will keep your pink shirt all clean and dry. It's that nice of the owls?"

"Yeah they are silly owls. See they are upset down." I said pointing at my blanket no bib I guess.

"I know they are. Now look at your placemat can you name all the colours that are on there."

I looked down at my placemat. I felt my chair moving and I got really close to my placemat. I started to name all the colours.

I felt something touch my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted  something very cheesy and soft. My tummy was already full from my oatmeal I got to have before I watched the colours dancing.  I got more then some more. It tasted really good. I will have to ask what it is later but I want to name all the colours again.

My blue lid came up in front of me. I took my cup and sucked more sweet milk into my mouth. I started to feel very tried I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open so I could see the blue. I was getting air now so I set the cup down. My tummy was feeling like it could burst at any second. I picked up my owl bib and looked at my tummy. It was sticking out further then I would like to see. I will need to go to the gym again soon. I will see if Aunt Joan wants to go with me.   My face got covered and a cloth was rubbing all over my face. I could see again after the cloth went away. Aunt Joan pulled my bib up over my head.

"See how the pretty owls kept all this off your pretty pink shirt."

Aunt Joan held up the owls. They had yellow spots on some of them.

'I think someone needs a little nap. You look sleepy baby. Lets get you up to your bed."

I don't want to go to sleep. I  don't want to have to get back in my wet bed that I remembered I had this morning.

I felt my bottom lip stick out and I said, "Noooooo. My bed is wet and cold."

"Oh sweetie. I fixed your bed. Come on I will show you."

Aunt Joan took my hand I we went upstairs. We got into my bedroom and my bed was made. Aunt Joan went and pulled the blankets down.

"See all dry and warm."

I reached out and touched the sheets. I heard the sound of plastic  but it was dry.

"You didn't  like the wet cold feeling this morning right?"

"No. It was icky."

"Do you want Aunt Joan to help you so that never happens again?"

"Yes. Yes. I did not like being cold."

"Ok. Why don't you run into my bedroom and get your owl blanket off my bed and bring it back to me."

I ran out  the door and into Aunt Joan's room. I took the pretty owl blanket and ran back to Aunt Joan.

"I got it."

"Good girl. Now let me put this up on the bed and then you can lay on it."

Aunt Joan spread the owl blanket out on my bed. I jumped up and laid on it. I looked to the side and seen the colourful owls.  I felt something touch my lips and I opened them.  I closed my mouth on the plastic ring. I seen all the colours. I looked from my owls to my ring. Chewing on the yellow bee then looked to see a blue owl looking back at me.

My legs went up and I felt my pants going over my bottom, down my legs and over my feet. Pop, pop,pop.My legs went back up and my underwear came down over my feet. My legs went back up and my bum was off the owls. My legs went back down on something soft. My bum felt higher then it did a second ago. I felt one finger maybe two rubbing all over my private parts. It tickled and I let out a little giggle. My legs went back up and the fingers rubbed all over  my bum.  My legs went back down and then I felt my legs getting spread apart. I heard the sound of tape being pulled off of  something then there was a  push on my very full tummy. Then again I heard the sound of tape being pulled off of something. My tummy got pushed on again. My legs went back up in the air and then back down. Snap, snap, snap. My legs were spread apart much more then they were. I tried to push them together but I could not get them to go any closer together. My eyes started to close. I wanted to see the red lady bug again but before I could my eyes closed. I pictured the owls, then the placemat then the dancing colours on the TV.

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Chapter 12.

I opened my eyes slowly. The room was bright. The sun was still up.  Aunt Joan had  never closed the blinds. My bedroom door was closed. I pushed back the covers and started to get up. I felt something thick between my legs. I reached down and felt what was underneath my shirt. I looked down, saw that my legs were spread apart and my pink shirt was bulging upwards. I remember the feeling of the pull ups I had wore yesterday. What ever I was wearing now was much thicker then the pull ups. I swung my legs around over the side of the bed and put them on the ground. I stood up and looked down at myself. My pink shirt stuck out from around my waist and I could see that my tummy was  sticking out much further then I remembered it.  Just then the door opened.

"Oh good,  you are up from your nap." Aunt Joan said walking in towards me carrying my red and blue cup.

She held out the cup and I took it, hoping there was sweet milk in it. I lifted it towards my mouth as quick as I could. I started to suck and sure enough the warm milk hit the back of my throat. It tasted so good. I looked at the blue lid and sucked as fast as I could.

"Did you have a good nap honey?" Aunt Joan said taking my one hand off the cup and placing on the bed. "See the bed is all dry. You don't feel cold this time, do you?"

When my hand touched  the bed. I could feel  it was dry, but I never wet the bed this time. I wanted to say something. I just did not want to stop from getting the warm milk.

"The diaper Aunt Joan put you in did what  you wanted, it kept your bed warm and dry. I told you that I could help you. You will do what Aunt Joan wants from now on, right?"

Diaper? I am wearing a diaper? I am to old to have to wear diapers. Aunt Joan said I was a big girl. I have been wearing big girl panties and I told her when I needed to use the potty. I had to force myself to take my cup away from my mouth. I looked up at Aunt Joan and said, "But I am too old for diapers. You said I was a big girl."

"Oh sweetie, you are a big girl. You just need a little help when you sleep. Lots of big girls need help when they sleep honey."

"But, I didn't wet the bed."

"You didn't wet your bed. You wet your diaper. That's what diapers are for sweetie. You can wet them, you can even go stinky in them. Just think when you are watching TV and the four colours are on, if you need to use the potty you can just go in your diaper and keep watching the TV. Is that not something you would like?"

I don't feel wet. I don't remember having to go pee. I reached down and felt between my legs again, trying to figure out if my diaper was really  wet. I could not feel any wetness. I thought about seeing the four dancing colours. I wanted to go downstairs to see them again.

"It does not feel wet." I said still pushing the front of my pink shirt.

"Silly girl. The diaper keeps the wetness inside. It's not going to feel wet on the outside. It most likely does not feel wet on the inside either but I am pretty sure it is wet."

Aunt Joan knelt down in front of me.  She reached out and I heard. Pop,pop,Pop. She pulled up the front of my pink shirt and placed her hand down the front of my diaper.

"See, you are a wet little girl. Do you want to see?"

I nodded my head up and down because I still could not believe that I was wet. It did not feel wet on my bum or private parts. I stuck my hand down into the front of the diaper. I started to feel a little bit of wetness, not much but enough to confirm I had indeed wet it. I pulled my hand out and looked at it. My figures had something white on them. I cannot figure out want it is.  Aunt Joan stood back up and walked away. She came back and started to wipe my hand with a baby wipe.

"Lets get all that pee pee off your hand. From now on, you do not put your hand down the front of your diaper. That is very bad Kimmie. I let you do it this time, but never again, ok."

"Ok." I said, still trying to figure out what the white stuff was that was on my fingers.

"Good girl. Now lets get you dressed before Michelle gets home from School."

Aunt Joan bend back down and I heard. Snap, snap, snap. She got back up and grabbed my pink pants. Aunt Joan held them out in front of me. I lifted my foot, then the other and she pulled them up.  I lifted my red and blue cup back up to finish the warm sweet milk. Aunt Joan took my hand and we started walking out of the bedroom. I was having trouble walking with my diaper between my legs. My diaper? I don't want to wear a diaper.

"I don't need a diaper now Aunt Joan." I said trying to stop her from pulling me out into the hallway.

Aunt Joan stopped, bend down so that she was looking directly in my eyes and said, "Sweetie, you can still tell me you need to go potty. I will take you. If you want me to change you I can, but I thought you wanted to go watch the four colours on the TV."

I did want to watch the four dancing colours. I pictured them dancing around. I held my cup back up and sucked some more milk out. Aunt Joan stood back up and started walking again. I followed along, trying to keep up.

We got to the stairs and I had to take it slow. With my one hand in Aunt Joan's hand and the other holding my cup, I was having trouble walking down the stairs. Aunt Joan stopped on the third step. She let go of my hand and placed both her hands under my arms. I am getting picked up off the stairs. Before I knew what she was doing, I am  sitting on her hip, with her one hand under  my bum. My legs instantly went around her waist and my arm went around her neck.  I was scared I was going to fall. Aunt Joan made it seem easy, carrying me down the stairs as I sat on her hip. I felt this was not right, but it was going to get me to the TV faster to watch the four dancing colours, so I let her carry  me into the family room.

I looked down and saw my big owl blanket on the floor. Aunt Joan took her hand out from under my bum and I slide down her leg, onto the pretty owl blanket. I stood looking down, counting all the colours. I heard music. I looked up and saw the four colours dancing on the screen.


Chapter 13.

The screen went black. The dancing colours were gone. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I reached up and wiped it away. I turned to my right. Aunt Joan was standing beside me with the remote in her hand.

"Come on sweetie, lets get up to the table. Michelle should be home any minute."

I turned and pointed towards the TV and said,  "I want the colours!"

"I know you do honey, but we need to eat supper. You can watch the colours later, ok." Aunt Joan said bending down beside me.

"I want them now." I yelled out pointing at the TV again.

"Now baby, don't get sassy with me. Do you need to stand in the corner and think about how you are acting?"

"Noooooo!  I want the colours back." I said, hitting the floor with my hand.

"Ok, that's enough."

Aunt Joan took my arm and pulled me up off the owl blanket. She dragged me over to the corner of the room.

"You are going to stand here and think about how you are acting."

"Nooooooo!" I said stomping my foot down.

Aunt Joan picked her hand up and brought it down onto my diapered bum. She swatted my bottom about 5 times before I really figured out that she was spanking me. The thick diaper stopped my bum from really getting hurt. It was just the fact that she was spanking me. Something did not seem right. My mind is going in a hundred different directions. All this seems wrong. I cannot get my mind to think straight. I'm having numerous  memories from my childhood.  My Mother spanking me, for no good reason. I pictured being over her knee getting a spanking of a life time. I want it to stop. I hate getting spanked. I start to pee. I felt my private parts getting warm. I want to stop peeing, but I cannot get my body to cooperate. I turned and yelled out, "Mommy stop. I am sorry. I will be good." I said with tears rolling down my face.

"You have been doing so well, then you go and throw a temper tantrum. Sweetie, you can't watch TV all day long, you have to eat. Now I hope you have learned to behave, or next time the spanking will be on your bare bottom. Do you understand?"

My bare bottom? I started to cry harder.  Tears are running down my cheeks and dripping off and  onto the floor.  I look up and see my Mother standing there.  I know there is no way she could be here, but it seems so real. Even the room seems to have changed. It looks like my mothers house. I look around, trying to figure everything out.

I  can still feel the pee coming out of me.  I can feel the diaper getting wetter by the second. Diaper? How old am I? I keep looking around the room. I am seeing all the furniture that I remember being in my mother's house when I was 5 maybe 6 years old.  I look back and  again, I  see my mother standing here.   I close my eyes. I open them back up  hoping she would be gone, but  Mommy is still here. I am so scared of her.

"Mommy?" I squeaked out.

"Oh, Sweetheart. You can call me Mommy if you want. Don't cry. Mommy is sorry. You can't throw temper tantrums like that, Ok. Come on, take Mommy's hand.  Let's get you cleaned up before Michelle gets home."

MIchelle? My sister's name is Karen. I looked up at Mommy and say, "Who is Michelle? My sister's name is Karen."

Mommy looked at me funny. She looked around the room and then knelt down in front of me and said, "Honey. It's Michelle. Are you feeling ok? You look like you have seen a ghost. Come on, lets go wash your face. Maybe that will make you feel better."

Mommy led me towards the hallway. Nothing seems right. These  things I don't ever remembering seeing before. My mommy's house does  not look like this part. We turned and went into a bathroom. We walked in front of a  mirror and I look into it. I am standing beside Mommy, but my refection was not  right.

I  see myself in the mirror. I thought I would  be looking at  a 5 year old, but my body does not reflect that of a 5 year old. I reach down and feel the very wet diaper around me. Maybe I am 5?

"Here, lets wash those tears away."

Mommy took a wash cloth and put it under the tap. She brought it up to my face and started to rub gently.

"Does that feel better honey?" Mommy said setting the wash cloth down on the counter. "Let's check your diaper before we sit down for supper."

Mommy bent down and pulled my pants down. Pop, pop,pop.

"Oh dear. You're soaked. Is that why you are so upset?"

She picked up my foot, then the other. Mommy set my pants on the floor. She reached around my waist and pulled my shirt up over my head.

"Come on, let's go get your bum changed."

Mommy picked up my pants and took my hand. She led me out of the bathroom. I feel my  diaper  sagging  between my legs. I look down and the only thing I see is the diaper. I was walking beside my Mommy, only wearing,  a very wet diaper. Maybe, I am not even 5. I don't think  a 5 year old should  be wearing a diaper.  I looked up and I  do not recognize anything. We turned and started up a set of stairs.

Should I ask Mommy how old I am? That sounds silly, but I don't know for sure. Nothing seems real.

We get into a bedroom and Mommy opened the dresser. She pulled out a diaper and a box of baby wipes.

"Come on sweetie. Get up on the bed and I will get you changed." she said, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed.

The bed had a blanket on top of it. It has owls on it.  Mommy helped me get up on the bed. She set the diaper and wipes beside me.

"What a good girl you are being." Mommy said, pulling the tape off one side then the other side of the diaper.

"A good, wet little girl. No wonder you were crying so much, you are really soaked."

My legs went up in the air and I can feel the cool wipes rubbing my bottom. Mommy takes the diaper beside me and fans it out.  My legs go back up in the air. My legs are back down and my bum is now on a soft dry diaper. It feels good to have that wet diaper off.

This all seems so natural, but something in the back of my mind is telling me that there is something not right.

Mommy pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it shut. She pats the front of my diaper and says, "If Michelle does not get home soon, you're bum will not be the only bum I will be changing by tomorrow night. Let's go see what I can find you to wear."

Mommy helped me up off the bed and led me out of the bedroom. We went into another bedroom that seemed very familiar but I cannot figure out why. Mommy opened up a box that was sitting on the floor. She pulled out something  pink. It was a very nice colour. She led me over to the bed and had me sit on it.  Mommy unfolded the pink and bent down and pulled it over my feet and up to my knees.

"Stand up for mommy."

I got on my  feet and Mommy pulled the pink clothing up over my waist. She then took my arms and feed them into the sleeves. She spun me around. I can hear a zipper being pulled up. I look down at all the pink. From the tips of my toes to my neck, was all pink.

"You like your jammies honey?" she said spinning me back around to face her.

I looked down again. It is a very nice colour. I move my toes and see the pink move up and down.  It feel very warm and  very comfortable.

"Yes." I say watching my toes move the pink up and down again.

"That's good, because you sure look cute with your diapered bum and pink jammies on."

Mommy walked towards another box and took out a something white. She held it in her hand and then took my hand with her other.

"Do you think you can help me make Michelle's bed? I have had no phone call from her and it is getting to be two hours after she should have been home.   I need to put this plastic sheet over her mattress. I'm pretty sure there is going to be a bad little girl, waking up in a  wet bed in the morning."

Mommy led me into the bedroom a crossed the hall. I am trying to figure out what Mommy was saying about a bad little girl. She said I was a good girl. I  think my sister is going to be in trouble when she gets home.

  She opened the door and we go in. She took a stuff bear off the bed and handed to me.

"You don't have to help. You just sit down and play with the teddy bear. Ok."

I held the bear with both hands looking into it's eyes. I sit down on the floor and start to move it from side to side on the floor. I'm having fun playing with the soft fuzzy bear.

  "Ok sweetie, lets go get you some supper. Michelle's bed is well protected now."

Mommy helped me stand up. I held the bear in one hand and Mommy took my other. We walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. We got into the kitchen and there were two chairs on one side and only one chair on the other. Mommy put me in the chair that was beside the other one.

"By tomorrow afternoon, you will have a brand new chair to sit in when we eat. I think you will really like it.  You are also going to get a new bed to sleep in.  Isn't that nice baby?" Mommy said, putting a owl bib over my head.

I think about getting something new. I am not sure what Mommy is talking about, but if it is something new, it should be good. I look down at my place mat with all the colours. I start trying to name them, but I am having trouble.

"Mommy. What is this colour?"

"That is purple honey."

"Purple?"

"That's right. Good job."

I keep naming the rest of the  colours. I feel something touch my lips and I open my mouth. Something very smooth is in my mouth. It taste good, but I don't know what it is.  I don't  even have to chew it. I can swallow it  with out moving my mouth. I get more and more. I keep looking at the pretty place mat, swallowing whatever is put in between my lips. My tummy starts to feel very full, but the smooth, good tasting  food is still being put in.

I open my mouth again but there is nothing put in. I look up from my place mat and Mommy is standing beside the sink. She walks back towards me.

"Are you getting thirsty honey?"

Mommy is holding a baby's bottle filled with milk.

"It's the same sweet tasting milk you have been drinking. Here open up." Mommy said, putting the nipple on my lips.

I open my lips just a little. A drop of the milk hit my bottom lip. I lick my lip and I taste the sweet milk. I open my mouth more, so I can get as much of the milk as I can. The nipple of the bottle comes into my mouth and I close my lips around it. I only get a few little drops of milk before I start to suck like I have to with my red and blue cup. I'm getting lots of milk now and it is tasting better then it did out of my  cup. I put both my hands up to the bottle and hold it up, not wanting to let the flow of milk stop.

"Good baby. You like your baba. I knew you would. You seem like the type that would enjoy a nipple in her  mouth. Maybe in a few week weeks I could let you have the real thing, but not before you act much older then you are now."

I heard what mommy said, but I cannot follow along. I could see the milk going down the bottle fast. My tummy is  getting to point of feeling like it is going to burst, but I do not want the taste of the milk to stop. I hold it up,  really enjoying sucking on the bottle. It is a feeling that seems very relaxing  to me.  I close my eyes, and think about how good the milk tastes.

I open my eyes. I see the bottle is empty and I am only getting air. I keep sucking because I really like it. Mommy reached out to take the bottle but I moved it so she did not take it out of my mouth.

"Sweetie. All the milk is gone. You can have more at bed time."

She reached out again, but I moved away so I did not have to stop sucking. I do not want to stop yet.

"I think I know what you would like. Just stay here. I will be back."

Mommy left the kitchen. I hear her go up the stairs. I keep sucking on the bottle, really enjoying it.  I look down at my pink feet and wiggle my toes so that I can see them move. I smile and giggle at how I can make the my pink feet move.


Chapter 14.


Mommy came back into the kitchen, holding her right hand behind her back.

"Close you're eyes honey. I have a special treat for you."

I close my eyes hearing the word treat. The bottle is taken out of my mouth and something very similar is replaced. I close my mouth around it and suck on it, just like I had been with the bottle. I open my eyes and look down. I see pink. I see a pink ring hanging down. It fills my mouth more then the bottle did. I keep sucking feeling very relaxed. I enjoy how it fills my mouth more then the bottle did.

"You like you're pacifier, don't you sweetie? I knew you would. I will get you another bottle for bedtime, but for now, you just enjoy you're new paci." Mommy says, taking the bottle over to the kitchen sink.

I really like my pacifier. I concentrate on sucking and close my eyes.

I hear the front door open, then close. I open my eyes and Mommy is walking out of the kitchen.

"Where have you been young lady?" I hear Mommy say.

"I'm sorry. I was talking with a friend after school and I lost track of time."

"You lost track of time? Or you cannot tell time? You are two and half hours late. No phone call. No nothing. You head straight up to your bedroom. I will be up to finish this in a minute. Now go."

I hear foot steps going up the stairs. Mommy came back into the kitchen. She went over to the sink and got a cup of water. Mommy then opened a bottle and took something out of it and put them in the cup. She took a spoon and stirred the water.

"I will be back down in a few minutes honey. You just sit there and look at your place mat. Do not move from your chair until I get back. If you get out of that chair, Mommy will spank."

I watch Mommy leave the kitchen. I feel a little scared  hearing the word spank. I did not want another spanking. I look down at my place mat and see  all the pretty colours.

I feel my tummy rumble around a little. I keep looking at the pretty colours, naming as many as I can. My tummy rumbled a little more and I put my hand down and rub it. I suck a little harder my pacifier. I look up from the pretty colours, looking for Mommy. I can hear people talking but I  cannot make out what they are saying. My tummy rumbles more. I need to get to the potty soon, but I'm afraid to move from the chair. I put both hands down to rub my tummy but it does not help. I suck as hard as I can on the rubber in my mouth. I close my eyes, praying Mommy will come back down. I lean forward then back. I open my eyes back up hoping Mommy would be standing there, but she's not. I finally yell out for her, "MOMMY" I wait.  After a few seconds I don't hear anything.

I cannot hold back any longer and I start to fill my diaper. I lift up off the chair and my body starts to push and  I cannot stop it.   I suck and suck on my paci, trying to make it stop, but it won't.  My tummy starts to  feel much  better now. I put my bum back down on the chair and go back to looking at all the pretty colours on my place mat, naming as many as I can. I smile behind my pacifier, thinking how easy it was to make my tummy feel better.

"Did you call for me sweetie?"

I look up from the colours and Mommy is standing beside me. I nod my head up and down.

"Is there something you need baby?"

I take the pacifier out of my mouth and say, "I had to go potty."

"You had to, but you don't now?"

"No Mommy, my tummy is all better."

"Did my little girl make a stinky in her diaper?"

I put the pacifier back in my mouth and nod my head up and down again.

"What a good baby you are, making stinky in your  diaper. I think you need another treat. How about a bowl of ice cream before bed?"

I put my hands in the air and smile.

"I will take that as a yes. I'm so proud of you baby."

I look back down at the colours, smiling because Mommy is so happy with me. I  wait for my ice cream. I  can remember how good it tasted last night.

My pacifier is pulled out of my mouth and I feel cold touching my lips. I open up and taste the sweet ice cream. I look up from the colours wanting more. Mommy is bringing the spoon towards me with more ice cream on it. I giggle a little and Mommy puts the ice cream in my mouth.

"You're such a good baby. You like the ice cream don't you? If you stay acting this good, I just might keep you like this. I'm really enjoying looking after you baby."

The ice cream keeps coming. My tummy starts to feel full, but now I know how  to make it feel better, so I keep opening my mouth for more.

"All gone baby. Good girl eating all you food tonight. Mommy is going to get you a bottle for bedtime then we will go and change your stinky bum."

Mommy put my pacifier back in my mouth and got up from the table. I watch her put some milk in a pot. She stood at the stove and  stirred  the milk. I smile from behind my pacifier waiting for another bottle of the sweet tasting milk.

"Ok baby, let's go get that stinky bottom changed and get you in bed."

Mommy held out her hand and I took it. Out of the kitchen and up the stairs we go.

I notice that I am walking a bit different. I guess that's because my diaper is very full. I don't care as I look at the bottle Mommy has in her hand. I can taste the milk already.

"I think I had better change you on the floor. Let Mommy get the change pad and put down on the floor. It will be much easier tomorrow once we get your new change table."

Mommy took the owl blanket off the bed and spread it out on the floor beside the bed. She went to the dresser. Mommy came back carrying a diaper and the green box. She set the diaper and box down. Mommy tuned me around and I hear the zipper being pulled down. Back around I go, facing Mommy. She pulled my arms out of my pi's and let them fall to my waist. Mommy picks up one foot then the other. She sets my pi's on the floor beside the owl blanket.

"Let's see what I'm dealing with here baby."

Mommy turned my around. I can feel her hand pushing up against my bottom.

"Oh this is not so bad baby. Come on, can you lie down for Mommy? I will get you your bottle to drink while I change that stinky little bum of yours."

I got down on the owl blanket as quick as I could. I want my milk. Mommy takes  out my pacifier and replaces  it with the bottle. I put both hands up to hold it, sucking as fast as I could to get the milk out.

I can hear the tapes coming off my diaper.

"Oh, what a messy little baby I have here."

My legs go up in the air and I feel my bum getting cleaned. My legs stay up in the air for what seems like a long time. I keep drinking my sweet tasting milk thinking how much I love it.

My legs go back down and Mommy says, "I think I should go see if I have any soakers to go into your new diaper. I will be back in a second."

Mommy got up and left the bedroom. She came back in carrying what looked like more diapers. She got back down on the floor. My legs go back up in the air and then back down.

"These soakers should help you stay dry over the night. After that bottle I'm sure I will have a wet little baby in the morning. I'm sure I will have two wet little girls in the morning,  actually."

Mommy pulls the diaper up between my legs. I feel her pushing the tapes around my waist. My legs are spread more then they have been. Mommy puts my pi's back on and she helps me stand up.

I keep sucking on my bottle. I'm having a little trouble standing with my legs spread so far apart. Mommy helps me get into bed. She pulled the covers up over me.

"You finish your baba and I will come back and get you your paci."

Mommy cleaned up the bedroom floor and left. I closed my eyes and sucked the sweet milk from my baba.

Chapter 15.

"Hi Doctor. It's Joan."

"Hello Joan. How is everything going?"

"It seems to be going well. Kim is regressing faster then I had imagined."

"Really? How much has she regressed?"

"Well put it this way. I just changed her messy diaper before I put her to bed. She seems to really like her baby bottle and she as started to call me Mommy."

"Wow. That is quick. How many pills are you giving her now?"

"I only put one in her bottle tonight. Up until tonight I have been giving her two in the morning and two at night."

"Now that she is regressed that far back, try only one a day until the middle of next week and see how it goes. How about Michelle?"

"Ok. Michelle? I had a long talk with her last night and she seems to be good, but tonight she came home late and never called to say she was going to be late. I sent her to bed with out supper and gave her a sleeping pill. I really think the problem with MIchelle is her Mother. I have not given her any regression pills yet, because I think that I can get her to acted the way she should with out them."

"Do you think that is a good idea? You only have a week, maybe two. I think you should start to give her the pills. Just give her one at a time and see how it goes. Have you been documenting all that is going on with Kim?"

"Ok I will. I have been recording everything I can. I will send you what I have so far in the morning. I just need to re-write somethings before I send them to you."

"Oh that's great Joan. You seem to be doing a great job. Have you got everything you need?"

"Thank you. Yes. The pharmacy is delivering the rest of the things in the morning. I'm going to take Kim out to the mall before they get here, so that they can get everything set up, with out her around."

"What has Michelle said about her Mother acting like a toddler?"

"Nothing so far. I have been able to keep them apart for the most part."

"Good. It seems you have everything under control there, but if you need anything let me know."

"Oh. I wanted to ask. I have a family reunion on Saturday. Do you think it would be alright if i took Kim and Michelle or maybe just Michelle?"

"I don't see why you couldn't. If you think taking them both might be to much, I can see if Stacey could stay at the house and look after Kim."

"Ok. I will see how it goes tomorrow. Maybe ask Stacey and I will let you know tomorrow afternoon."

"Sounds good. Talk to you later then."

"Ok. bye."

Joan hung up the phone and sat back in the chair thinking of the past couple of days. She has enjoyed this more then she thought she would. She took out her laptop and started to write what she needed to send to Doctor Beacher.

An hour or so went by. Joan was putting together her notes to send off in the morning, when she heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. Joan set her laptop down and made her way up the stairs.

Joan opened Michelle's door and saw MIchelle sitting on the side of her bed. Joan walked up to her. She could see that Michelle's eyes were closed. She seem to be still asleep.

"What's the matter honey'? Joan asked sitting down beside her.

MIchelle's head was down and she was breathing heavy. Joan pushed her back onto the bed and noticed her underwear and the edge of the bed was very wet.

"Oh sweetie, did you pee the bed already?"

It looked like Michelle had tried to get up to use the bathroom but ended up just peeing, on the edge of the bed.

Michelle never moved. She just laid there sound asleep. Joan got up and walked towards her bedroom. She came back carrying a change pad, wipes and a diaper.

Joan put the changed pad on the floor. She picked Michelle up and laid her down on it. Joan went about changing the wet bottom sheet. She cleaned off the plastic mattress cover, glad she had put it on Michelle's bed earlier. Joan knelt down in front of Michelle, lying on the change pad still sound asleep. With one hand she took Michelle by both ankles and lifted them up. Joan took her other hand and pulled the wet underwear off MIchelle's bottom. Joan let Michelle's legs down and pulled the underwear off, setting them aside. MIchelle never moved, she just laid there sleeping like a baby.

Joan looked at her. She was having mixed feelings about putting her in a diaper. She knew that MIchelle would be very upset in the morning when she woke up, to find out that she had been put into a diaper during the night. Joan sat in front of Michelle thinking of what she should do. She thought about the family reunion and how much fun it would be be to take Michelle with her. She figured Michelle would most likely not want to go.

Joan stood up and walked out of the bedroom. She made her way to the kitchen and took an empty baby bottle from the cupboard. She filled it with milk. Joan took two pills and placed them in the bottle. She shook it and made her way back up the stairs.

"If the Doctor thinks I should be giving her the pills then I guess that is what she should do." Joan thought to herself making her way back up stairs.

Just a couple pills tonight then maybe a couple tomorrow and she knew she would be able to control Michelle much easier for the next few days. It would be much easier to take her to the family reunion on Saturday, if she had the mind set of a 7 year old then a 17 year old.

Joan knelt down in front of Michelle again and placed the bottle on Michelle's lips. She moved the bottle back and forth until Michelle opened her mouth a little. Joan pushed the bottle in and it only took a few seconds for her to start to suck on the nipple. Joan held the bottle up as Michelle sucked away.

Joan knelt there thinking of how young Michelle looked. Sucking away on the baby bottle. It was like she had never stopped drinking from a bottle. From the first time she seen Michelle in the Doctor's office, she took a liking to her. She thought back a few days and remembered diapering Michelle on the table. Joan knew in the back of her mind that she most likely did not have to diaper her that day, but after seeing her wet panties, it just seemed the natural to do.

Michelle finished the bottle and stayed sound asleep. Joan set the bottle down. Picked up the diaper and fanned it out. She took Michelle by the ankles and slide the thick diaper under her bottom. Joan let her legs down and pulled the diaper up between her legs. She pulled one tab then the other. MIchelle never made a sound the whole time Joan diapered her.

Chapter 16.


Joan put Michelle in bed and covered her up. She picked up the supplies she had took to  get Michelle diapered and took them back to her room. Joan found  a piece of paper and wrote a note for Michelle to give to her teacher in the morning.

To Whom it May Concern,

Michelle may have a hard time focusing in class today. It there are any problems please contact me  at 555-555-1121.

Thank you

Joan Smith RN

Joan found an envelop and sealed the letter inside.

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Joan woke up early. She opened the door to Kim's room and peeked inside. Kim was still fast asleep. Joan was hoping Kim would sleep until after Michelle had left for school. Joan made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast for MIchelle. She got the bread in the toaster put did not start it.  Joan set the box of Frosted Flakes and a bowl on the plastic place mat. She made sure the colourful blue box with the Tiger on it was facing the chair.

Joan was hoping the pills she had given MIchelle last night in her bottle would take  affect. Joan went upstairs and opened Michelle's door. Michelle was lying in the same position Joan had put her in, after  she put her in a diaper. Joan went to Michelle's closest and took  a pair of light coloured jeans and a purple shirt. She made her way over to the dresser and found a pair of panties. She set them on the side of Michelle's bed and proceeded to try and wake her up.

"Sweetheart. it's time to wake up." Joan said, pulling the covers off her.

Michelle moved her hands but nothing else. Joan looked down at her diaper, reached out and felt the front. Michelle had soaked it. Joan figured she would have after the bottle she had given her last night.

"Come on honey. You need to get ready for school. I know you are still tried so let me help you."

Joan waited a few seconds until Michelle finally opened her eyes. Michelle blinked five or six times and then suddenly  moved both hands on the front of the diaper that was around her waist. She picked her head up and looked down.

"What the hell is this?" she said loudly.

"It's ok. I came in to check on you last night and you had peed in your bed. Don't you remember me cleaning you up? I was worried you might wet again so I put you in that diaper. It looks like it was a good thing. It looks like you soaked it pretty good. Come on, lets get you up.  You can jump in the shower quickly."

Michelle still had both of her hands on the front of the wet diaper. Joan took one of them and pulled her up on the side of the bed. MIchelle sat up looking down at the babyish garment that was around her. She poked at it a few times.

Michelle remembered wetting her bed the other night, but that was because she had a few beers.That was the first time in many years she had wet the bed.  There was no denying the diaper around her waist was wet. She could not remember Joan doing anything with her last night, other then sending her to bed with out supper. Michelle looked up at Joan who was now standing over her.

"I don't need diapers! I'm seventeen!"

Joan smiled and knelt down in front of Michelle. In a tone that she would use if  talking to a four year old she said,  "Sweetie. I know that you wet the bed the other night.  When I came in last night and found you had gone potty  in your bed again, I thought you wet the bed all the time. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I know plenty of big girls that still wet the bed and this is the best way to deal with it."

Michelle stared at Joan for a few seconds after Joan was done talking. Joan's voice, seemed  to calm her. She felt almost like she was in a dream. MIchelle looked down and poked at the diaper. She looked back at Joan.

"I don't wet the bed all the time. I have not wet the bed in years. I don't want to wear diapers."

Joan stood up and took Michelle by the hand. She pulled Michelle up off the bed and started to walk her towards the bedroom door. Michelle followed along, wearing only a diaper. Not just a diaper, a very wet one.  It felt weird to be walking with all the bulk that was between her legs. She wanted to say something to Joan, but  before she knew it, she was standing in the bathroom and Joan was kneeling in front of her.

"Let me get this wet diaper off you. Then you can jump in the shower. You need to be quick or you're going to be late for school. I put out some clothes for you to wear. Come down for breakfast once you are dressed."

Joan pulled the right tape on Michelle's diaper, then the other and let the diaper fall to the floor with a thud.

"You really soaked your diaper honey. I think until you can prove to me that you don't wet the bed, I think it would be best to diaper your little  bum for bedtime."

Michelle looked down at the diaper that was lying on the floor between her feet. She could see that it was very wet. She felt  tears forming in her eyes. Still looking down at the soaked diaper, she quietly said, "Please Joan, I don't want to wear diapers."

Joan just turned, ignoring what Michelle had said. She started the shower, turned back and knelt down. Joan pulled the diaper from out  between Michelle's feet and rolled it up. She stood back up and walked out the door leaving it open.

MIchelle stood still. She was still in a bit of dream like state. She finally walked towards the shower and got in.

Joan stood out side of the bathroom waiting until she heard Michelle get into the shower. She held up the wet diaper and smiled. "That went better then I thought it would." Joan made her way downstairs carrying MIchelle's well used diaper.


Chapter 17.

Joan walked into the kitchen with the wet diaper. She opened the door under the sink and placed it in the garbage. Joan pulled the garbage container out and set it by the kitchen table. She needs Michelle to see the diaper she had wet, when she comes down. It will be better if Michelle is reminded of wearing and wetting the diaper, as much as possible.

Joan heard the shower turn off. She started the toaster. It was not long before Michelle came down the stairs, dressed in the clothes Joan had laid out for her. Joan smiled, seeing Michelle had not went and put something else on.

Michelle walked by the garbage container, stopped when she seen the diaper lying on top. Michelle felt ashamed  looking at the very  diaper that she knew, had been taken off her. She stared at it for a few seconds. She was seventeen. She know's  she should  not  have been just changed  out of a diaper, let alone a wet one.  Michelle was hoping to forget the whole ordeal. She tried not to think about when she was showing,  but seeing it there now, it was going to be hard to forget for a while.

"Come on honey. Jump up into the chair and get some breakfast." Joan said pulling out a chair.

Michelle looked up and away from the diaper. She walked over and sat down in the chair. Michelle looked straight ahead at the colourful blue box, with the orange Tiger on it. Joan picked up the box and dumped some frosted flakes  into Michelle's bowl. Michelle never took her eyes off the box the whole time. Joan set the box back in front of her and then grabbed the milk jug. She poured the milk over MIchelle's frosted flakes.

"There you go honey. Eat up."

Michelle looked up at Joan. Then back down. She took the spoon and started eating. Joan got the toast out of the toaster. She put a little butter on it  and then lots of strawberry jam. Joan cut the toast in half and set it beside Michelle's bowl.

"I have to take the garbage outside sweetie. Will you be ok?"

MIchelle finished the frosted flakes that where in her mouth and then said, "I guess so. Why wouldn't I be ok?

"Oh.  I just thought  you might be upset because I put a diaper on you last night. I know it must be hard to be seventeen, getting ready for class in high school and you just woke up in a soggy diaper. I just want to make sure you are ok."


Michelle set her spoon down and said, "Well, it's not ok. You had no right to diaper me like some baby! I told you I have not wet the bed in years."

"Kimmie told me you wet the bed the other night, so it has not been years honey, it's only been days."

"That was different. I had to much to drink. It was not my fault."

"It was not your fault that you drank beer? Then who's fault is it that you drank beer and then peed your bed."

Michelle was not sure what to say to that. She put her head down and quietly said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? We'll don't worry about it right now.  I would bet that you are not the only one in your school that woke up in a diaper this morning. Their might not be too many girls, but I'm sure there would be a few boys. You are lucky really, I bet some of them  might have had to have their  diapers changed, instead of just getting it taken off.  You would be surprised how many teenagers still  need to wear diapers, ALL THE TIME!"

Joan picked up the garbage container and walked out of the kitchen. Joan knew Michelle would be sitting there thinking about what she had just said.


Michelle looked up at  Joan walking out of the kitchen. She seen the diaper again. The diaper she had been put into like some child that was having trouble staying dry at night.  Michelle thought about some of the girls and boys in her school. No way could they be wearing diapers. Maybe Joan was right. She had just woke up in one, so maybe some of them had too.

  Michelle went back to eating and looking at the colourful box in front of her. She  finished her frosted flakes, the whole time looking at the nice Tiger on the blue box. She then  started  on the toast. The toast had so much jam on it, she had to be really careful not to let it spill. She made it through three bites before some jam dripped off and down the front of  her sweater. Michelle tried to take it off with her finger but ended up just moving it around and making a bigger mess. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was upset,  she had  spilled on her pretty purple sweater. She looked back up and seen the Tiger again. MIchelle kept eating her toast, forgetting about the spill and  staring at the frosted flakes box, spilling a little more jam down the front of her, but she did not notice.

Joan walked back into the kitchen and the first thing she saw was the strawberry jam down the front of Michelle's sweater. Michelle also had jam around her mouth and quite a bit on her fingers. Joan stopped walking and smiled, She watched  Michelle finish up her toast, looking more like a messy toddler trying to eat then a seventeen year old. Joan was a little surprised that Michelle was eating the way she was. She did not think the pills would take affect so quickly.


Joan waited for Michelle to finish her food before taking a wet wash, to clean her face. Michelle moved her head back and forth trying to get away from the cloth, but Joan just  put her hand on the back of Michelle's head so that she could hold her still.

"Sweetie. Stop moving around so much. I need to clean you up.  I don't think you want to go to school with jam all over your face."

"Stop it. I don't need you to wash my face." Michelle said from behind the wet wash cloth.

Joan finished with MIchelle's face. She held out the cloth and said, "Then can you be a big girl and  clean your messy little hands up for me? Most big girls don't have food all over there face when they are done eating, but if you say you don't need my help, then show me what a big girl you think you are."

Michelle took the cloth from Joan. She started to clean of her hands.

"See. I can do it myself."

"Good girl. A messy girl, but a good girl."

Joan got a glass of milk for Michelle once  she was done cleaning her hands. She set the glass down and said, "I think I need to go get you another sweater to wear. You can't go to school wearing that one. Maybe it would be a good idea from now on, if  you eat breakfast before getting ready for the day, since you seem to be a very messy eater."

Joan turned and walked out before Michelle could say anything back to her. Joan went up the stairs thinking that by tomorrow she would most likely have Michelle in a highchair. Kim would be in a highchair tonight but she was  not sure if Michelle would be ready or willing to sit in one that  soon. She knew it was going to be tricky once Michelle finally sees her mother.

Joan took a bright pink sweater she found in the back of MIchelle's closet. She made her way back down to the kitchen and noticed MIchelle had drank all of her milk.

"What a thirsty girl you must have been. Did you like your milk?" Joan said in a sing song voice.

Michelle looked away from the colourful box she had been looking at. She saw Joan holding the bright pink sweater and said, "The milk was good. I did not know I drank all of it so quick."

"That's ok honey. You must have been thirsty. Anytime you want more milk you just ask, Ok?"

"Ok. Can I have more now?"

"You sure can, but first lets get that dirty sweater off you."

Joan laid the pink sweater across the chair beside Michelle and then from behind her, she took the sweater from the bottom and pulled it up. Michelle had no choice put to lift her arms over her head. Joan pulled the sweater all the way off. Michelle sat in the chair naked from the waist up. She had not put on a bra this morning because Joan had not set one out, and  really,  she did not have any need for one.

Joan took the pink sweater and held it up over Michelle's head.

"Can you put your arms up for me?"

Michelle's raised her arms up over her head. Joan fed the sweater over Michelle's arms and down over her head.


"Good girl. Let Aunt Joan get you some more milk."

Joan filled Michelle's glass up. She grabbed the pill bottle and took one out.

"You need to take your pill."

Michelle never said anything. She took the pill from Joan's hand and popped it in her mouth. She took the glass of milk and drank almost half before stopping. Michelle loved the milk. It was so sweet. She could not remember drinking so much so fast.

"You are being such a good girl today Michelle. I hope you can keep behaving this way. Do you remember what happen last night when you got home late and did not even call me?"

Michelle set the glass down and Joan could tell she was thinking hard. Michelle finally said in a pouty voice, "Yes. You sent me to bed with out supper."

"Are you going to be a good girl today and come home right after school?"

"Yes. I promise I will." Michelle said picking up the glass of milk and finishing it.

"Ok. I hope you can keep your promise because I don't want to have to punish you for being late. Now you had better get going. "

Michelle got up and walked towards the front door. Joan followed her, picking up the letter she had written for MIchelle's teacher.

"Michelle I need you to give this letter to your teacher, first thing. It is just has my cell number in case something happens. Ok?"

MIchelle took the letter and said, "Ok. Bye."

"Bye sweetie. Have a good day at school."

Joan opened the door for her and seen another girl walking by the house. The girl  looked like she could be heading to school. She was tall and slim. She was most likely a foot taller then Michelle but young. Joan had not thought about Michelle walking to school by herself. She started to worry that Michelle might get distracted on the walk. So Joan stopped MIchelle before she got to far and said, "Do you know that girl?"

"Yes. She goes to my school. Her name is Mary."

Joan held Michelle by the shoulder and yelled out, "Mary. Could you come up here for a second."

Mary turned and seen MIchelle and a lady she knew was not MIchelle's mother. Mary walked up the driveway. Joan walked out with Michelle, still holding on to her shoulder.

"Hi Mary. My name is Joan. I am here helping out MIchelle's mom. I was wondering it you could walk to and from school with Michelle today?"

Mary had a puzzled look on her face. She looked down at Michelle then back at Joan.

"Uhm, I guess so."

"Ok. Great. Thank you so much. Michelle also has a letter that she needs to give to her teacher. Can you make sure she gives it to her?"

Michelle looked up at Joan and said loudly but child like, "I  give to  teacher. She does not need to do."

"Ok. I'm sorry Michelle. I just need to make sure that she gets it, that's all. You two have a good day at school. I will see you right after. Thanks again Mary."


The two girls walked down the driveway and onto the side walk. Michelle did not look like she should be going to the same school as Mary, unless the school had grades Pre-School to grade 12. Mary look like she was walking with her little sister instead of her class mate.  

Joan hears Mary say, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know. I don't feel right today." Michelle said looking up at Mary.

"You look different today. I like your pink sweater. You never wear bright colours? You look different."

Michelle look down and  stopped walking. Mary did not. Finally Mary stopped a few feet in front of Michelle after she notice Michelle was no longer beside her. She turned back to face Michelle and said, "Come on we are going to be late."

Michelle looked up.  Mary started to walk back  towards her taking her hand and pulling her forward.

"You're  sure acting strange this morning. Come on. I hope I don't have to hold your hand the whole way there."

Michelle wanted to pull her hand out of Mary's but for some reason she didn't. It was like she felt safer holding onto the big girls hand.

Joan turned at walked back into the house. She was glad Mary was walking with Michelle. It put her mind at ease knowing there would be someone with her. Joan closed the front door behind her and could hear Kim calling out, "Mommy. Mommy."

Joan smiled, thinking it was perfect timing. She had been worried that Kim might wake up before Michelle left. She might have had  a hard time explaining to Michelle, why her mother was acting like a baby.  She knows it will be easier once MIchelle regresses further back.


Chapter 18.

Michelle and Mary walked the 15 mins to the school. Mary finally let go of Michelle's hand only steps before going in the side door. There was not much talk on the way other then Mary yelling at Michelle to "PAY ATTENTION", because Michelle had been  looking at the playground equipment at the public school and almost walked out into  traffic. If Mary had not have been holding her hand, Michelle could have been run over.

Mary as always  thought of Michelle as being younger then her, even though MIchelle is two months older. It was not that Michelle acted younger, in fact she always tried to act more grown up. It was because of her size that Mary thought of her as being much younger. Today, Mary felt  like she was ten years older. Mary was a little concerned that Michelle never once, tried to take her hand of of hers.

They got to home room, just minutes before the bell was going to ring. Michelle walked right to her desk and sat down. Mary followed her and said, "Don't forget to give that letter your babysitter wanted you to give to Mrs. Oliver."

MIchelle took the letter out of her pocket.

"What? She is not my babysitter."

"Oh. Sorry. I just thought…."

Michelle held the letter in her hand. She started to think about the diaper that was taken off her this morning by Joan. The more she thought about, the more she started to think that Joan could be her babysitter. But she is seventeen, She does not  need a babysitter. She stood up and walked to the front of the room.

"I'm suppose to give you this." Michelle said, setting the letter beside  Mrs. Oliver who was reading the morning paper.

"Ok. Thank you Michelle. That's a very pretty sweater you have on today. I don't recall you wearing anything so bright before."

MIchelle looked down at the sweater again. She ran her fingers over it. It felt soft and she likes the colour very much.

"Ok Michelle. You need to go sit down now."

Michelle looked up and Mrs. Oliver had the letter open and was pointing towards where Michelle was suppose to sit. Michelle walked back to her chair and sat down.

Mary slide over and touched Michelle's shoulder.

"Are you sure you are ok? You just stood in the front of the class with your head down for like three minutes."

"I don't feel right. I don't know what is wrong."

"If you need anything, just tell me. I'm worried about you."

Mary sat back down. She kept looking at Michelle. She knew something was wrong with her friend. Michelle would never stand by a  teacher any longer then she had to. She does not  like any of the teachers.  Today she looked like she did not want to leave Mrs. Oliver's side. Michelle was always the first one to make a smart ass comment about something or someone, yet today she as only said a few words and those words sounded like they came out of the mouth of a  four year old.

Class began. MIchelle was having a hard time following what Mrs. Oliver was saying. She spotted a girl sitting just a couple seats up on the right that was wearing a sweater with different colours through out.  Michelle stared at the sweater admiring all the different and pretty colours.

MIchelle stopped looking at the pretty  sweater when her bladder alerted  her she needed  to pee.  She looked down at her pants  thinking that they might be already wet, but thank god they were not.  She looked up and saw Mrs. Oliver who was writing on the black board. Michelle's bladder felt way to  full and she need to get to a bathroom quickly, before she peed right there.   She could not believe that her bladder was about to burst and she had not  felt the need to go before now. Michelle slid her hand down between her legs, hoping that would help.  She  moved her legs back and forth, finally deciding that she would have to raise her hand and asked to be excused.

"Yes Michelle." Mrs. Oliver asked once she had turned around and saw Michelle with her hand up.

Michelle with one hand above her head and the other between her legs, she said, "I have to go pee."

Most all of the kids in the class started to laugh. That was something Michelle would say just to be a smart ass. They didn't  know, Michelle did not mean to say that. In her mind she was asking to be excused to use the bathroom.

"Is that right? I don't think you need to let  everyone know what you need to do. I think,  just asking to be excused would be sufficient. Go on. Don't be to long."

Michelle stood up. She still had her hand between her legs. She did not run out of the class room, but she walked as fast as she could with her  hand pushing up against her private parts.

Mary watched Michelle leave. She could not believe what her friend just said and did. Michelle looked like a pre-schooler holding her crotch, trying not to pee her pants.

Michelle got out of the classroom and started to run towards the bathroom. She pushed the bathroom door open. Before she could get into the stall, her bladder let loss.  Her pants became  wet very quick. She turned to sit on the toilet. She pulled down her pants and underwear as quick as she could manage.  Michelle was still peeing when she got her bum down on the seat.  She looked at her panties and pants and started to cry, they were soaked. There was no way she could go back to class wearing them.  How could this happen? Why did she not feel the need to use the bathroom before it came to this? Thoughts of the wet diaper this morning flowed through her head. She put her hands up over her face and cried uncontrollably.

Mrs. Oliver looked at the door to the classroom a few times, waiting for Michelle's return. She thought about  the letter Michelle had given her earlier. She started to worry that something might be wrong with her. She looked around the class room and saw Mary.

"Mary would please go see what is taking Michelle so long."

"Ok." Mary said, getting up and walking out the door.

Mary opened the bathroom door and could her someone crying. She walked to the first stall. The door was open a crack.

"Michelle are you in there? Are you ok?"

MIchelle did not move her hands from her face.

Mary pushed the stall door open. She saw her siting on the toilet,  covering her face and crying. Her pants where down to her knees. Mary notice right away that they were wet.

"Oh, Michelle you didn't."

Mary has been a babysitter  for the past three years. She has dealt with  many wet pants. She just never thought she would see wet pants on a friend who was the same age, never mind a couple months older. Mary was not sure what do do with Michelle. She wanted to help.  She stood there looking at the girl. Mary let the babysitter in her come out.

"Are you all done going potty?"

MIchelle, still with her hands covering her face, nodded her head up and down.

"Do you have any spare clothes in your locker?"

Michelle squeaked out a "Noooo."

"What are we going to do then. There is now way you can go back to class in those.  You would be laughed at for the rest of the year."

Michelle was still shedding tears and did not even want to look at Mary.

"Maybe I should take you to the nurse. Hopefully  she will have something for you to wear. Come on, stand up."

Michelle did what Mary asked. She  stood up with her wet pants and underwear just below her knees. Mary bent down and pulled her wet underwear up, then her wet pants. Mary put her hand on Michelle's back and guided Michelle out of the stall.

"Can you stand there for a second? I need to wash my hands."

Michelle stood still. She felt like a small child. She always tried to act tough. She tried to act more mature because of her size. Now she was standing in the bathroom with her friend, in wet pants. How could this happen to her? Again, the thought of being stripped of the wet diaper this morning went through her mind. Michelle started to cry a little harder.

Mary washed her hands. She watched Michelle in the mirror.  Michelle seemed to be crying harder. She  looked more like the  three old girl that she babysat last Saturday, then the classmate and friend she was suppose to be. Mary dried her hands off and walked back to Michelle.

"It's going to be ok."

She put her hand  on Michelle's back and walked her out of the bathroom. They slowly made there way down to the nurses office. Their were no other people around to witness the taller  girl walking this  little girl with wet pants down the hallway.

Mary knocked on the nurses door and waited for someone to come. The door opened and a lady about thirty-five opened the door wearing a white nurses uniform.

"Can I help you?"

Mary looked down at Michelle then back up at the nurse and said, "Uhm. I was wondering if you had any spare clothes for her?"

The nurse looked down and saw Michelle standing beside Mary with tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes went further down and saw the tale tell sign that this little girl had peed in her pants.

"Oh dear! Come in. Come in."

Mary pushed on Michelle's back to get her to walk into the office. The nurse shut the door behind them.

Mary and Michelle stood side by side. Mary was rubbing Michelle's back, trying to calm her down.  The nurse bend down in front of Michelle  and asked,
"Oh sweetie. It's ok. Mistakes happen. How did you get out of the daycare centre?"

The private school had started a daycare centre a few years back. They decided it could  make money and help  cut down on tuition for the students. Also, it  provide a place for  teachers with small children to be looked after while they were working. The daycare centre was build right beside the school. They had built a walk way that connected the school to the daycare. The nurse just assumed  that Michelle must have been from the daycare centre. She was most likely a foot shorter then the girl that was helping her. It's not that she has not seen students in her office before with wet pants, but this girl was so much smaller then the girl she was standing beside, she figured that their was no way she was in high school.

"No. Michelle is in the same  class as me. She is  not from the daycare."

"Ohhhh. Sorry. I don't think I  have anything for her to change into, but  let me take a look around."

The nurse opened a bunch of doors, but  found nothing for Michelle to change into. Michelle moved as close as she could to Mary. She wanted to hide behind her. Mary rubbed Michelle's back, hoping the nurse would find something.

"I'm sorry girls. I have nothing here for her.  I could  call over to the daycare centre and see if they have anything."

Mary looked down at Michelle's pants. There was no hiding the fact that she had totally soaked them. Mary thought about just taking Michelle home but was not sure how that would work. Finally she said, "Ok. Can you call them. I had better go tell Mrs. Oliver where we are."

Mary bent down to face Michelle and said, "I will be right back. We will find you something to wear."

Michelle did not want Mary to leave her and blurted out, "Nooo. Don't go!"

"I will be right back. There is nothing to be scared of. You are safe here. No one will see you."

Michelle was not thinking about some one seeing her. She just did not want Mary to leave. For some reason she felt like she wanted a hug, even though she has not hugged anyone for many years. She could not think of the last time her mother and her hugged.

Mary walked out the office. Back to her class room.

The nurse took Michelle by the hand and lead her over to the exam table.

"Why don't you sit up here. I will call and see if I can find you something."

The nurse lifted Michelle off the ground and set her on the exam table. She walked to her desk and called the daycare centre.