Teenager Troubles 5

Chapter 19

Mary went into the class room and right  over to Mrs. Oliver. As quiet as she could, she said, "Mrs. Oliver. Michelle is down at the nurse's office."

"Why? Want happened?"

"Uhmm. She kind of didn't make it to the bathroom on time."

With a smile, Mrs. Oliver said, "You mean the little trouble maker peed her pants?"

Most of the teachers have had problems with Michelle ever since she came to there private school. Michelle was always causing trouble and didn't seem to listen or care about what was happening in class. There's  been more then a few times, Mrs. Oliver wanted to pull the little brat over her knee and give her a good spanking. She knew that she couldn't, but the thought of doing it had been there more then a dozen times.

"Yes." Mary said, noticing the smile on her teacher's face. Mary knows that Mrs. Oliver has had problems with Michelle, so she was not surprised at her reaction.

Mary went to sit back down, but Mrs. Oliver stopped her.

"Wait. She gave me this letter this morning. Can you go give it to the nurse please."

Mary took the letter from Mrs. Oliver and made her way back to the nurse's office.

Michelle sat on the exam table watching the nurse dial the phone. She had for the most part stopped crying, but there were still a few tears coming out of her eyes. MIchelle tried really hard to concentrate on the phone conversation the nurse was having, but other things in the room were drawing her attention. There was a poster that was put up for a fund raiser and it had many  pretty colours on it.

On the walk back to the nurse's office Mary unfolded the letter and read it. Why was there a registered nurse staying with Michelle? Maybe her mother is sick and Michelle never told her? Maybe somethings'  wrong with Michelle and she never told her?. In any case, she knows for sure  there is something wrong with Michelle. She just hoped to could figured it out and help her.

Mary walked into the nurse's office and shut the door. Michelle looked away from the poster. When see saw Mary, she jumped off the exam table, almost falling to her knees but was able to keep standing. She got to Mary and wrapped her arms around her. Mary was a little taken back  and just stood there looking down at Michelle. She then looked  over at the nurse who had just put  the phone down.

"What are you doing Michelle? Your going to get my pants all wet."

Mary took Michelle by the shoulders and pushed her back away from her. Mary looked down at her pants. Thankfully, Michelle had not gotten any of her pee on her.

"Just stand there for a second. I need to give this to the nurse." Mary said pointing to the ground.

Mary walked over to the nurse and handed her the letter.

"Mrs. Oliver wanted me to give you this. Did you find something for her to change into?"

"Yes. Thank you. The daycare said they should be able to find something for her to wear."

The nurse unfolded the letter and read it.

"Looks like I need to make another phone call. Can you take her over to the daycare?"

"Yes. I can take her."

"Ok. Thank you. Just be sure to bring her back here after you are done."

Mary took a hold of Michelle's hand and walked her out into the hallway.

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Joan went up the stairs to get Kimmie already for the day. She opened the door to Kim's new bedroom. Kim was sitting up in bed.

"Good morning baby. Did you have a good sleep?"

The thirty seven year old in her one piece PJ's,   smiled when she saw Joan  walking towards her. She didn't  say anything has Joan pulled her up off the bed. Joan searched around for Kim's  pacifier in the bed. She found it and  popped it  in Kim's mouth. Joan moved  her hand down  on the back of Kim's diaper, to check just  how much she had wet during the night. Joan found KIm had soaked her diaper pretty good. She was glad she had decided to place a soaker pad in Kim's overnight diaper.

"You're sure a  wet baby girl this morning, aren't you. It's ok. I  will change you after I get you some breakfast."

Joan took Kim's hand and walked out of the bedroom. Kim waddled in her thick, wet diaper down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Joan pulled the same chair Michelle had sat in for breakfast out and got Kim to sit. Kim was happy sucking on her pacifier. Joan pointed down at the place mat and Kim's eyes darted down to see it.

Joan went about getting Kimmie's breakfast ready. She made lots and lots of pabulum. Joan also prepared a bottle.  She took the bottle over,  pulled out Kim's pacifier and replaced it with the baby bottle. Kim's hands went up to hold the bottle, like it was the most natural thing to do. KIm smiled behind the nipple, enjoying  the sweet tasting milk.

Joan had to almost pry the half full  bottle from Kim's mouth so she could start feeding her the pabulum. Kim started to whine a little when Joan pulled it out, but that only lasted a few seconds as  Joan started feeding Kim the baby cereal with a little brown sugar on it. The thirty seven year old siting in her PJ's that were  hiding the wet overnight diaper underneath and  ate all the spoonfuls Joan presented to her.

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Mary held Michelle's hand for the entire walk. They went out the door of the high school and made the few steps to the door of the daycare centre. Neither Mary nor MIchelle said anything on the way. Michelle was not sure where Mary was taking her, she hoped Mary was taking her home.

Mary opened the door and let MIchelle walk in front of her. Mary let the door close, never letting go of her friends hand. Mary had never been in the daycare centre, why would she have been there? It was  one big room. It was bigger then any of the class rooms in the high school. Mary stopped when she  could not see any kids or anyone else.

"Hello." Mary said not really sure what to do.

A young woman in her late twenties, stepped out from the kitchen area that was to the right of Mary and Michelle. Mary had not looked to the right or the left when they had come in and had not noticed her.

"Hello." said the young woman walking towards them.

"Hi. The school nurse called down looking for some clothes."

"Yes. I just talked to her. I don't think we have any clothes to fit you." Looking Mary up and down.

Mary felt her face turn red, thinking this woman thought she was the one who had peed in her pants. Quickly she said, "No. No. There not for me.  We need them for my friend here."

The young woman stepped around Mary and saw Michelle.

In a voice that she would most likely use for  one of the kids she looks after all day along, once her eyes went down Michelle's body and saw her wet pants said, "Oh oh. Did you have a little accident? I should have something over here that will fit you."

The young woman turned and walked towards a row of change tables. Mary pulled Michelle's hand and they followed. The daycare working picked up a box that was full off clothing marked "Lost and Found", at  the end of a  half dozen or so change tables that where lined up side by side.

Michelle looked around the room on the short  walk towards the daycare worker. Her eyes and head kept going from one pretty colour to the next. All of a sudden she felt  very  excited. She smiled for the first time today. Pink, purple, red, blue and then she would spot another colour. She just kept going from one colour to the next,  not paying any attention to what either Mary or the other lady were doing.

"Next time you bring your sister to school, you should just bring her down here. I'm sure sitting around in the high school can't  be much fun for her. Oh and  maybe think of bringing her  a change of clothes.  I didn't know it was bring your sister to school day today."

Mary was stunned that this lady thought Michelle was her little sister. She just said she was her friend. Mary did not know what to say. She looked down at Michelle. Michelle was looking around the daycare centre,  smiling ear to ear. What the heck is she so happy about? Here she  was  trying to find her clothes to wear because she wet her pants, and  she's smiling. This doesn't  make any  sense. Ten minutes ago she was crying like a baby, now she seems happy as all-get-out.

Mary started to say,"No she's not my…." but the daycare worker turned holding a pink skirt and a pair of white tights and said, "These look like they will fit."

Mary pulled her hand out of Michelle's hand,  thinking Michelle would go and take the clothes to get changed.  MIchelle never moved. She was to busy looking around the big brightly coloured room.

Mary finally put her hand on Michelle's shoulder and said, "Michelle! Take those clothes and go get changed." A little perturbed  that Michelle  was acting the way she was. She then turned to the daycare worker. "Is there a  bathroom she can use to change?"

Mary had gotten Michelle's attention, calling her name out loudly, Michelle slowly turned and looked up at Mary.

"What?"

The daycare worker  walked up to Michelle. She  knelt down in front of her, set the pink skirt and tights on the floor, looked up and Mary and said, "We can get her changed right here." She reached out and lifted Michelle's foot up taking her sandal off, then the other sandal. She reached up, un-buttoned  Michelle's pants and with one quick motion, pulled Michelle's pants and underwear down to her ankles.  Michelle did not  even knew what was happening. She was suddenly  standing with her sandals off, her pants and panties bunched up around her ankles.


"Wha..What's happen."  Michelle cried out.

"We are getting you out of your wet pants, Missy!"

"But…But." is all Michelle could get out before the tears started to roll down her cheeks. Here was a woman she had never seen before stripping her naked from the waist down. Memories from this morning, standing in the bathroom with a wet diaper between her legs filled her already confused mind.

Mary  stood still. With her mouth open, maybe in more shock then Michelle, watching this woman, strip her high school friend like she was a three year old.

"Now stop it. If you don't want to have to get your  pants changed, you should have gone pee in the potty. You look old enough to be using the potty like a big girl." the daycare worker said while lifting Michelle's left leg up then her right, pulling her pants and underwear completely off setting them in a ball beside her.

Chapter 20.

Joan finished feeding the baby cereal to Kim. She handed Kim back her bottle to finish. Kim took the baby bottle, quickly sticking it into her mouth, glad to have the sweet milk again. Joan cleaned up the kitchen. She made up another bottle. She took Kim by the hand and walked her out into the living room. Kim toddled along beside Joan, holding her bottle up with one hand.

Joan got Kim to sit in the middle of the living room in front of the TV. Joan started the dvd player. The music got Kim's attention. When she looked up, the dancing colours were on the big screen. Joan replaced Kim's empty bottle with the full one and headed upstairs.

Joan picked up a change pad, diaper and wipes and started back down stairs so she could change Kim. She knows it will be a easy, no fuss change, with Kim watching the four colours on the TV.

It had been by trail and error that Dr. Beacher and the other Doctors that worked on the development of the pill to help special needs kids, found when given to normal kids that they were attracted to bright colours. Without her knowledge Dr. Beacher had given a few pills to her own daughter knowing full well, they would not put her in any danger. Dr. Beacher and others observed her daughter 24 hours a day for 5 days. She gave her one pill a day and by the end of the second day Dr. Beacher observed that any bright colours drew her daughters attention and she seemed to shut out everything else around her. Dr. Beacher had her daughter watch a few different children's shows and in the end the TV show that got her attention the most was Telitubbies. She presented her daughter with many different toys and the ones that got her attention the most were any brightly coloured toy. It seemed the more colours on a toy the more interested her daughter was. A couple of the other Doctors had done that same, and they all found that anything really colourful, made for very young children, had there subjects attention.

Joan got half way down the stairs when her cell phone rang. She got to the living room and set down the supplies she brought with her. She took her phone out of her pocket.

"Hello."

"Hi. could I speak with Joan please."

"This is Joan."

"Joan, this is the school nurse. I have a letter here stating that I should call you if they are any problems with MIchelle."

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing terrible. Michelle did not make it to the bathroom on time this morning and wet her pants."

"Oh no." Joan said, thinking that Michelle would be a few days before getting to the potty would become an issue. "Should I come and get her?"

"Well that's up to you. I didn't have anything for her to change into but another student has taken her down to the daycare centre to see if they have anything. She was very upset about having an accident but she seemed a little better when she left here. If they find her some clothes I don't see any reason for you to have to come and get her. I just thought I should call to in form you of what happened. If when she gets back and she didn't find anything to change into, I doubt she will want to sit around the rest of the day in wet pants so you may have to come and take her home or bring a change of clothing."

"Ok. Thank you very much for the call. If there is anything else, do not hesitate to call me. I can be down to the school in ten or so minutes."

"I will call you back when she returns,one way or the other."

"That would be great. Thanks again."

"Ok bye."

"Bye"

Joan put the phone back in her pocket. She stood there thinking MIchelle would not have had a day time accident so quickly. She knew she would have trouble later on today and for sure by tomorrow. Michelle had drank a lot of milk this morning. Maybe with her small body, the pills are working quicker then she anticipated. Or maybe Michelle always has trouble controlling her bladder and the pills just enhanced it some. She had wet the bed two of the past three nights.

Joan looked over at Kim sitting on the floor drinking from her bottle watching TV. She thought of Kim wetting her pants in the pharmacy. Kim had not taken one pill before she wet herself. Maybe it runs in the family?

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Mary watched in a daze as the daycare worker took Michelle by the hand and walked a few steps towards one of the change tables. The young woman pushed the top of a box of baby wipes and pulled a couple out. She knelt down and started to clean Michelle's private parts. When Michelle felt the cold wipes touch her skin she stepped back saying, "Noooo."

"Please just stand still so that I can clean you up. You don't want to go around smelling like pee for the rest of the day. Do you?"

MIchelle took another step back trying to get away. Knowing this should not be happening.

"Stop it. Stand still or would you rather I put you up on the table to do this?"

Michelle looked at the change table right beside her. She knew they were for babies. She was not a baby. There was no way she wanted to be on that, so she stopped moving and let the lady move the cold baby wipes all over her.

Mary had finally closed her mouth after all that had went on, but it opened again, after hearing Michelle may end up lying on top of a changing table.

The daycare worker stood back up and placed the use baby wipes in a trash can.

"Now, what are you going to wear under those tights?" She looked underneath the change table, reached out and pulled out a pull-up training pant. She turned, looked at Mary, holding up the pull-up. "Would this be ok for her? I don't have any underwear."

Mary looked at the pink and white pull-up. She had seen them many, many times before in her years of babysitting. She didn't know what to say. Was this lady serious about putting Michelle into a pull-up? She just stood, staring at the pull-up.

"Or do you think a diaper would be best? She then looked down at Michelle. "You most likely have not been out of diapers all that long, have you?"

Michelle heard the word diaper and all she could think about was the diaper that had been around her waist no more then a few hours ago. She didn't really know it, but her head moved side to side as if to say, "No." Mary was looking at Michelle when the daycare worker asked the question. She could not believe Michelle was shaking her head.

The daycare worker knelt down in front of Michelle again, still holding onto the pull-up.

"When did you wear diapers last sweetie?"

Then the woman looked up at Mary, as if she would know the answer and be the one answering the question for Michelle. Mary looked down at Michelle. All she could focus on was her naked bum. Here was her high school friend standing naked from the waist down, seconds away from getting a pull-up put on her.

"Uhmm. I don't think you understand. Uhmm she is…." is all Mary could get out.

Michelle put her head down. She looked at the floor wanting this women to leave her alone.

"It's ok honey. I know potty training can be hard for little girls and boys."

Michelle's mind was stuck on the picture of the diaper she had woke up in this morning. She didn't want to say anything but this woman hovering over her and only a few inches from her, quietly she mumbled, "Tis morning"

This morning? Is that what Michelle just said? Mary almost fainted right there and then. She did not just say she was wearing a diaper this morning? No way. The daycare worker confirmed that indeed Michelle had said, "This morning." by saying, as clear as a bell, "This morning." The women stood up and turned to Mary.

"Don't you think it's a bit much for your mother to put her in underwear on a day she would be overwhelmed coming with you. Why don't you go back to class and leave her with me." She was shaking her head back and forth in disgust ."Imagine, thinking you can send a little girl out without, training pants and then to boot, not even send a change of clothes. I think I need to call your mother and give her a piece of my mind. It's maddening, what some parents do to there kids. That is not the way to start potty training. Now run along. Come back and pick her up when school is out."

Mary listened to her go on and on. She wanted to interrupt this woman but could not bring herself to do it. The tone in her voice was scaring her somewhat. It was like she was lecturing her and she had done something wrong.

"But. But the nurse. I was suppose to…."

"It will be fine. I will call her and tell her what is going on. I'm not sure why she would care, but I will talk to her. Now run along. I will see you around three o'clock."

Mary was so overwhelmed and scared, that she turned and started to walk away. Michelle saw Mary walking away.

"Noooo. Don't leave." Michelle whined.

The young woman turned Michelle back around to face her. "It's ok sweetie. You will have lots of fun here. The kids will be back from outside soon. Let's get you dressed before they get back in."

Mary turned when Michelle called to her but kept walking. Out the door she went. The last thing she saw was the daycare worker holding out the training pants.

Mary got out of the daycare and stepped thru the high school doors. She stopped and put her hand up, covering her mouth. What the heck just happened? My god, I just left my friend in a daycare centre to be looked after like she was a toddler. What was she going to do? She started to feel really bad about not trying to explain the situation better. Should she go back in and tell that lady that Michelle is a high school student and not her little sister? What the heck is take your sister to high school day, anyway? She has never heard of such a thing. Besides, Michelle does not look that young. Sure she looks much younger then she is. Sure, she looked really young standing there with no pants, but to think she is just beginning to potty train. After all that just happened would she even believe her if she told the truth? Michelle said she'd been in diapers this morning. Mary pictured her friend wearing nothing more then a pamper. She has not known Michelle that long, because she just came to the school a few months ago, but come on, a seventeen year old wearing diapers, that's just too much. Seven year old maybe, seventeen no way.

The bell rang to indicate the end of first period and it got Mary's attention. She walked down the hall. When she got to the nurse's office she stopped. Should she go in? The lady said she was going to call her, so really there was no need. She really did not want to explain to the nurse that she left Michelle in the daycare centre anyways. So Mary kept walking to Mrs. Oliver's classroom to pick up her books.

The classroom was empty expect for Mrs. Oliver sitting at her desk. Mary walked to were her books were and picked them up. Mrs. Oliver looked up and saw Mary.

"So, where is Michelle?"

Mary stopped at the front of Mrs. Oliver's desk not sure what to tell her.

"Uhmm. She is trying to find some clothes to change into."

"She is. Well, where is she?I have some clothes in my car that are my daughters. I was going to drop off at the Salvation Army because they don't fit her anymore. I'm sure they would fit Michelle. My daughter is bigger then her."

Mary knows Mrs. Oliver's daughter. She has babysat her in the past. She is only nine maybe ten now.

"She's in the….Uhmm daycare centre."

Mrs. Oliver stood up from behind her desk.

"In the daycare. Why would she be there?"

"The nurse didn't have anything for her and called down to the daycare to see if they had anything."

"Well, I will just go down there and see how she made out."

"I think she found something, so."

"Well, I will just make sure. You should be heading to your next class."

Mrs. Oliver walked to the door and waited for Mary to walk out. She closed the door behind them. Mary headed to her next class. Mrs. Oliver headed down the hall towards the daycare centre. Mrs. Oliver figured that Michelle was just trying to get out of going to class. She was not even sure Michelle had an accident . She wouldn't put it past the little brat, lying about something like that just to get out of going to class. She did not think Mary would lie. She was one of the best students and she has know her for sometime now.

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"Can you be a big girl and step into these for me." the daycare worker said holding out the pull-ups down by Michelle's feet.

Michelle looked down at the pink and white training pant that was being held open. "I want to go home. Not right." she whined. Knowing that this should not be happening but could not think clear enough to find away to stop it.

To try and make Michelle a little more comfortable the daycare worker said, "My name is Ms. Mitchell. What's your name?"

"Mi…M..Michelle."

"Michelle. That's a very pretty name. Now Michelle, can you step into these for me please. You want to be dressed before the kids get back?"

Just has Ms. Mitchell finished speaking, Michelle heard noise from the far end of the room. She looked up, kids were starting to come thru the door. Feeling nervous hearing the kids, not wanting to be seen half naked. She lifted her right leg, then her left, stepping into the pull-up. Ms. Mitchell pulled up the training pant and it snapped around her waist.

"Since you are going to stay here and have lots of fun. You can just wear the skirt. That way it will be easier for you when you need to use the potty. You just let me or one of the other adult's know when you need to go potty. Can you do that?"

Michelle was looking down at the pull-up that was now around her waist. She heard what Ms. Mitchell said and did not like hearing the word "potty". That word was used for babies. She was not a baby.

"But. Uhmm. I…I..not a..."

"It's ok honey. It will take some time getting the hang of it. Don't worry. How about you don't worry. I will make sure you get to the potty."


Ms. Mitchell held the skirt and Michelle stepped into it. The skirt was pulled up.

"Good girl. Let's get you set up at one of the tables. I will get you a drink and you can colour with the other kids."

She took Michelle's hand and walked her back towards four tables. There were already other kids sitting at the table Michelle was taken to.

"This is Michelle. She is going to spend the day with us. Can you say Hi to her?"

Three girls and one boy all said "Hi" at the same time. Ms. Mitchell got Michelle seated and placed a colouring book and crayons in front of her.

"I will get you a drink. You have fun colouring."

Ms. Mitchell walked away. Michelle looked at the other kids colouring away. Michelle noticed the colourful crayons that had been laid out in front of her. She picked up the bright red one.

"Here you go Michelle. How come you are not colouring? Here, lets get you started"

Ms. Mitchell set a sippy cup down beside Michelle. She took the hand Michelle had the red crayon in and held it down on the colouring book. Ms. Mitchell started to move her hand and the crayon around. Michelle smiled seeing the bright red show up on the paper. Ms. Mitchell let go of MIchelle's hand. Michelle kept the crayon moving, smiling, seeing what she could make happen. T

"When you get thirsty your drink is right here. Ok?"

Michelle looked at the cup that was bright pink with purple stars all around it. Ms. Mitchell seeing that Michelle was not picking it up just looking at it, pIcked it up herself and held it up to MIchelle's mouth. Michelle opened her lips just a little and the plastic spout went in. Ms. MItchell took Michelle's left hand and placed it around the cup. MIchelle started to get a little juice in her mouth and liked the taste. She figured out quickly she had to suck to get more. The more she sucked the more sweet juice she got. She liked the pretty pink lid so close to her eyes. She held it up until she could not get anymore in her mouth. She set the cup down and went back to being amazed at what she could do with the red crayon.


Ms. Mitchell was surprised how fast she had drank the juice. She picked up the sippy cup and headed back towards the kitchen. She filled the cup just half way this time, not wanting to give the girl to much juice before lunch. She stopped half way back to Michelle and remember she was suppose to call the nurse. She was a little confused at why she would have to call her, but thought that she should. She set the cup down beside Michelle and went back to make the phone call.

"Hi. I'm calling from the daycare centre. I just waited to let you know that we got Michelle changed."

"Oh ok. Is she ok then."

"Yes. She seems fine now. I was told to call you and tell you. I'm not sure why but anyways, everything should be ok."

"Oh ok. Thank you for the call."

Ms. Mitchell hung up the phone and was walking back towards Michelle and the other kids when she heard the door open. She turned at walked towards the lady coming in.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?"

"Yes. A girl named Michelle I guess came down here to find some clothes because she apparently wet her pants. Is she still here?"

"Yes. She is sitting over there. I got her changed out of her wet clothes. She is colouring right now. Why? Who are you?"

"Colouring? I'm Mrs. Oliver, one of Michelle's teachers."

"I don't understand, her teacher."

"Yes. She asked to be excused in class this morning because she needed to use the bathroom and she never came back. I sent another girl to see if she was ok. She just told me she was down here."

"Are you saying that Michelle is one of your high school students?"

"Yes."

"Is there something wrong with her?"

"No not really. Other then being a trouble maker, no."

"Oh my god. I thought she was the girls sister that brought her down here. I never imagined her being in high school. I just striped her out of her wet clothes and put her in a pull up because I thought she was only like four years old."

"You what? She is wearing a pull-up right now?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I thought."

Mrs. Oliver started to laugh. "No. No. It's ok. I'm just a little shocked she let you put a pull-up on her. She is seventeen."

"Seventeen. Oh my."

"I have a feeling she is just trying to get out of going to class. I can't believe she would go to this length but if the little brat wants to spend the day colouring and wearing training pants, then she can."

"What about? What should I do. I don't think I should have a high school student in here. I may get into trouble."

"Don't worry about it. If she wants to act like a four year old, then treat her like one. You don't have to worry about anyone knowing, I will not tell anyone."

"I don't know. This just does not seem right."

"Just think, the little brat tricked you into thinking she was a little girl. I would not be so happy about that."

"Well, when you put it that way, no I'm not real happy about that. I just waisted time, helping her out."

"You do what you want. I can take her out of her right now."

Ms. Mitchell looked over at Michelle colouring. She quickly got angry. That little bugger just let me change her out of wet clothes and acted like a four year old just to get out of class. The more she thought about it. The more angry she got.

"No. Leave her with me. She will not be so quick to fool around anymore when I'm done with her."

Mrs. Oliver smiled.

"Good. That is what I am thinking. I feel like taking her out right now and making her walk though the school dressed like that, but I think leaving her here would get better results. If you have any problems, just get the school to page me. I will come down."

Mrs. Oliver looked over at Michelle for a few seconds smiling at her. Michelle never looked up once. She was to busy, making the red appear, where ever she wanted it to. Mrs. Oliver wanted to go over to her and tell her what a foolish girl she was being but she just turned and walked out of the daycare.

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Ms. Mitchell watched Michelle sitting at the table colouring like the other kids around her. She could not believe how well she was acting like she belonged in the daycare. The longer she watched Michelle, the more upset she became. Ms. Mitchell finally walked over to one of the other workers and told them that she was going to feed Michelle lunch because her sister had told her she missed breakfast this morning. Of course she had made this all up, but she wanted to be the one looking after Michelle. She was afraid one of the other women might find out about MIchelle's little scam.

Ms. Mitchell walked up behind Michelle and stood over her, looking down. She reached down and put her hands other neath Michelle's arms and picked her up off the chair. She set Michelle on her feet. Michelle still had the crayon in her hand and looked up at Ms. Mitchell.

"Come on MIchelle. I think you should use the potty."

Michelle was a little shaken after  being picked up off the chair without warning. She stood still, looking up.  Ms. Mitchell took the crayon out of MIchelle's hand and placed it on the table. She picked up  the sippy cup that was now empty and took Michelle by the hand. She walked her towards the back of the room. Ms. Mitchell stopped beside a row of three highchairs. She bent down setting the sippy cup on the ground and on her way back up, she put her hands underneath Michelle's arms, picking her up  and placing  her into one of the highchairs.

"Wait." was all MIchelle could say, before Ms. Mitchell pulled a strap up between her legs and fastened it to a strap around her tummy.

"Wait for what?" Ms. Mitchell said before picking up the plastic tray that was beside the highchair and sliding it on, pinning Michelle behind it.

"You said we were going pot….." MIchelle did not want to say the word fully. She knew that word was might for young children and she couldn't  bring herself to say it out loud. Even though she did need to go.

Ms. Mitchell picked up the sippy cup and walked away from Michelle. Michelle watched her walking away. Ms. Mitchell walked to the kitchen area. Michelle then turned and looked around the room. How did she end up here? She was trying to think back to earlier today. She remembers having a diaper taken off her this morning. She remembers walking to school with Mary, but after that, it all was  blank.

MIchelle looks down at the plastic tray in front of her. Her legs start to move back and forth, hanging down not being able to come close to touching the floor,  reminding her she needs to pee. Michelle looked back at Ms. Mitchell. She was moving around the kitchen. To the fridge, then the cupboard and back to the fridge. Michelle started to panic. She tried to put her hands down to her crotch, but the tray was pushed up tight against her and she could not manage to slide her hands between. She moved her legs back and forth faster, trying to hold her bladder from releasing its contents into her pants.

Ms. Mitchell came walking back carrying a few things. MIchelle was concentrating so hard on holding back the pee that was about to come out of her, she did not pay much attention to what Ms. Mitchell was holding.

Ms. Mitchell noticed Michelle's legs moving back and forth and know from watching small children all day, what that meant.

"Is something wrong?" Ms. Mitchell said setting a jar of baby food, sippy cup and bib on the tray in front of Michelle.

Michelle looked up. "I need to go!"

"Where do you need to go?"

"Uhmm. To the bathroom."

Ms. Mitchell stepped closer to Michelle and put her mouth beside MIchelle's ear. "That's to bad. I'm sure a big girl like you can hold it for a few minutes. I need to feed you your lunch."

Michelle shook her head "No" and then finally said, "No. I really need to go. Please."

Ms. Mitchell with her mouth still  close to Michelle said, "Listen. I know all about your little stunt you and your friend pulled on me. I bet you didn't even wet your pants this morning. You most likely just poured water on them to look like you had wet yourself. Well little lady, I suggest you hold it until I'm done feeding you. Those training pants had better stay dry or you are going to be sorry you ever thought about pulling something over on me to get out of class."

MIchelle was so confused. Training pants? She moved her bottom around  and noticed right away that she was not wearing her regular underwear. Wet pants? She did  not remember wetting her pants or in that case how she ever ended up in here.

"But….I don't remember. I didn't do anything."

"Really? Nice try. Your teacher came looking for you. What made  you want to get out of class by acting like you wet your pants? Was it your friends idea? She better not come back this afternoon to get you. If she does, she will have another thing coming. Now sit still. I'm going to feed you like the baby you have been acting like."

Ms. Mitchell picked up the bib and pulled it down over Michelle's head.

"No please don't. I'm sorry." Michelle whined.

"NO! Well maybe I should just take you out of your highchair, march you down to your class and show all your friends the underwear you are wearing right now. Do you think they would like that?"

Michelle put her head down. She did not know how she ended up sitting in a highchair wearing training pants made for toddlers. A few tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Well? Is that what you want? Do you want to go back to class now?"

Michelle squeaked out a "No." still holding her head down.

"Then I suggest you sit here and let me feed you. Imagine. Do you know the other kids that you were sitting at that table with colouring are all wearing big girl and boy underwear. By the way are your training pants still dry? I think I should take a look."

Ms. Mitchell stepped back and knelt down. Michelle legs were moving fast back and forth. She placed each of her hands on both Michelle's knees and pulled her legs apart. Once Michelle's legs were pulled a part and had stopped moving, she could no longer  hold her bladder.

"Are you wetting yourself right now?" Ms. Mitchell said watching the pull-up between Michelle's legs start to change colour.

Michelle started to cry . She was wetting herself, sitting in a highchair and this lady was watching. She pulled her hands up to her face. Her training pants were getting wetter by the second but she could not stop the flow.  She could feel the wetness pooling around her bum.

Ms. Mitchell let go of her knees and stood back up.

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you really did wet your pants this morning. You seem to be doing it easy enough right now. I guess since you can't stop wetting yourself like baby, I will need to put you in a diaper for the rest of the day like a baby. Stop crying. You brought this on yourself." Ms. Mitchell said, reaching for the jar of baby food and opening it.

Michelle kept her hands up, covering her face. The pull-up was starting to feel very full. She did not know what to do. She closed her eyes tightly hoping when she opened them back up this would all be a dream.


Chapter 22.

"Oh, I forgot to get a spoon to feed you. You had better be ready to be fed by the time I get back or I guess I will send you on your way back to your classroom in your very wet training pants."

Michelle pulled her one hand away from her face watching Ms. Mitchell walk back towards the kitchen. Her wet pull-up was starting to feel uncomfortable. She was able to think clearer then earlier.  Michelle took her other hand away from her face and looked around the room. No one  seemed to be looking her way. The kids were all playing or colouring and the other workers were watching them.

"Here we go. Now, lets not make a fuss over this young lady. Open up."

MIchelle looked at the spoon coming towards her. She did not want to open her mouth but once the spoon touched her lips, she opened up and the spoon went in. The spoon was pulled out, the soft, smooth food was left in her mouth. It took a few seconds before Michelle finally swallowed it down. To her surprise it did not taste as bad as what she was expecting.

"Good girl." Ms Mitchell said holding up another spoonful.

The jar of baby food was emptied in no time. Ms. Mitchell picked up the sippy cup and placed it in Michelle's mouth.

"Hold on to it please. I will clean this up. Then it is time to change you and then you are going down for a nap."

Michelle put both hands on the sippy cup. She was not looking forward to what  Ms. Mitchell had just said. Maybe she could talk to her and just let her go home. Michelle looked around the room again, drinking from her sippy cup. She could not believe no one was looking her way. Her she was a high school student, sitting in a highchair, wearing a very wet pull-up but  everyone was just going about there business and not paying any attention to her.

Ms. Mitchell came back, pulled the cup from Michelle and set it on the tray of the highchair. She took a wet cloth and started to wipe Michelle's face. MIchelle tried to move away from the cloth but she had no where to go. Ms. Mitchell pulled the tray off the highchair and un-buckled the straps that were around MIchelle.

"Down you come." Ms. Mitchell said taking Michelle under the arms and lifting her down to the floor.

Michelle's pull-up sagged down between her legs. The short skirt could not hide the wet pull-up.

"You really soaked that, didn't you?"

Michelle looked down and seen the pull-up hanging down between her legs. She looked up at Ms. Mitchell.

"Please. Can I just go home. I don't want to be here anymore."

Ms. Mitchell laughed. "You want to go home? That's to bad, because you are either staying here or you are going back to class. Home is not an option until school is over. So, do you want me to take you back to class right now? Or are you going to be a good little girl and stay with me?"

Michelle just wanted to go home and forget all about this morning. She looked down at her sagging training pants and could not even think of how much teasing she would get from the other students. She was not the most popular kid in school but in the short time she as been attending this high school she has been able to make some friends.

"You have five seconds to tell me what you are doing" Ms. Mitchell said holding up Michelle's chin.

"I…I don't want to go back to class."

"Good. Let's get you changed out of your wet diaper then."

Ms. Mitchell took Michelle by the hand and lead her over towards the changing tables.

When MIchelle saw the change tables again she tried to pull her hand out of Ms. Mitchell's hand.

"Please no. I'm sorry. I don't want to go up there."

Ms. Mitchell ignored Michelle, picking her up and sitting her in the middle of the change table. She took Michelle by the ankles and pulled her around and down. Ms. Mitchell took her hand and pushed Michelle back. Michelle had no choice but to lie on the table. Ms. Mitchell pulled the strap over her stomach and pulled it tight around her.

Michelle started to cry. "Please. Please don't do this. I don't need diapers."

"Really. By the looks of the one you are wearing, it sure looks like you need them."

"I just want to go home." Michelle whined.

Ms. Mitchell stopped and looked down at Michelle. "You sound just like every other kid on there first day in daycare. They miss there Mommies and are scared. Do you miss your Mommy?"

Michelle did not miss her Mommy. She was not wanting to go home to see her. She just wanted to be home in her bedroom, away from everyone.

"Here, I have just the thing that will help you."

Ms. Mitchell reached under the change table. She tore open a new package that contained a pink pacifier. She placed the package in the trash and held up the pacifier.

"Here you go. You just suck on this and you will feel better."

MIchelle did not want a pacifier but Ms. Mitchell held it up to her lips.

"Open your mouth  or I will go call Mrs. Oliver right now. She can come and take you back with her."


Michelle's mouth opened instantly, not wanting her to call the teacher that she know did not like her the most. The pacifier went it. MIchelle closed her mouth around it but was not going to suck on it like she was a baby.

Ms. Mitchell went to work changing her. She pulled the skirt down MIchelle's legs and off her.  She ripped the pull-up  sides apart, took MIchelle by the ankles and quickly pulled the training pants out from under Michelle's bum. Ms. Mitchell rolled up the pull-up and tossed in the diaper pail beside the change table.   She pulled out a few baby wipes, lifting Michelle's legs back into the air and started wiping Michelle's bottom. Michelle moved some when the cold baby wipes touched her bottom. With out knowing she started to suck on the pacifier. The more she got cleaned, the more she sucked. Ms. Mitchell noticed the pacifier moving and smiled.

"See. I told you that would make everything all better."

Michelle was not really sure what she was talking about. Finally her legs were let down and the wiping stopped. Ms. Mitchell reached under the table again pulling out diaper.

"I sure hope this fits you." she said un-folding the pampers diaper.

Ms. Mitchell took a hold of Michelle's ankles again lifting her bum up off the table. Michelle felt the diaper go under her. Her legs were let back down and the diaper was pulled up between her legs.

Ms. Mitchell, in a low voice said. "Hard to believe this diaper is almost to big for you." Ms. Mitchell pulled the one side of the diaper over, then the other. She patted the front of the diaper once she had it fastened around Michelle.

"Ok. All set for your nap."

Ms. Mitchell un-did the strap and picked Michelle up off the table. Michelle stood on the floor in nothing but a diaper and shirt. The pacifier was moving more then ever now. Michelle looked down and saw Elmo on the front of her diaper.

"Come on." Ms. Mitchell said taking Michelle by the hand.

Michelle and Ms. Mitchell walked hand in hand towards the back of the room. MIchelle sucked harder and harder on the pacifier not wanting to look up and see anyone. She just  went were ever Ms. Mitchell was taking her.

They stopped in front of a play pen. Michelle was lifted up and over the side of the play pen. Ms. Mitchell guided Michelle down and placed a blanket over her.

"You stay in here until I come and get you. Do you understand?"

Michelle just nodded her head, looking out of the play pen's mesh walls at some kids playing with toys. Michelle watched the kids play for a little while and before long her eyes closed. The pacifier moving in and out as she fell fast asleep.

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Joan had decided not to take Kim out for the day. She was not sure if she was going to have to go and pick Michelle up from school. Kim was lying on the floor with her bottle watching TV. The door bell rang and Joan went and opened the door. It was the delivering guys from the pharmacy.

"We have a delivery for you." a young man said.

"Ok. Great. Would you like to come in and I can show you where everything is going."

"Yes. That would be best."

Joan took the guy up the stairs to the spare bedroom.

"If you don't mind taking this bed apart and moving it into the bedroom on this side. You don't have to set it up in there. You can just set it where ever you can find room. Then both cribs  can be set up in this room."

"Ok. Thats no problem."

"If you can put the change table on this wall. I think there should be room for the two cribs right here." Joan said pointing to the wall with the window.

"Ok."

"The highchairs are of course going in the kitchen. The boxes can be put in the room across the hall. I will sort everything out later."

"Ok. Easy enough."

Joan walked the delivery guy back down the stairs. Joan went into the living room to check on Kim. She had not moved from the spot she had been most of the morning.

Joan went back to the door. Another guy was pulling out  the two strollers off the truck. He pushed them up towards the door.

"You can just leave them on the front porch for now. I can bring them in later."

Joan looked at the strollers once they were up on the porch. She decided it might be a good idea to take Kim out for some fresh air while the guys were putting everything in the house. She made her way back into the house and went over to Kim.

"Sweetie would you like to go for a walk?"

Kim never moved. She was glued to the TV. Joan reached out to check Kim's diaper. It was a little wet but it was not in need of changing yet.

Joan went up the stairs to find something for her to dress Kim into. As she made her way into her bedroom the delivery guy followed, setting two boxes down just inside the bedroom.

"Oh perfect. I'm glad you brought these up first."

"There are a couple more boxes. I will bring them up now."

Joan opened the first box. I was filled with diapers. She opened the second box. Joan pulled out some clothing and set them on the floor. She found a sun dress held it out  and then  took it downstairs with her.


"Come on sweetie. Lets get you in this pretty dress, then we can go for a walk."

Joan took the now empty bottle out of Kim's mouth and replaced it with her pacifier. She went about taking Kim out of her pi's. Joan pulled Kim up so she was sitting. Joan put the dress over Kim's head. She put Kim's arms though the short selves and pulled the dress down. Joan helped Kim stand up and the dress fell down just below her diaper.

"Don't you look pretty."

Kim sucking on her pacifier looked down at the pink dress. She looked back up and smiled from behind the pink pacifier. Joan took her hand and walked her towards the front door. One of the delivery guys was carrying one of the highchairs in.

"Just straight down the hall there to the kitchen." Joan said pointing.

The delivery guy looked at Kim standing beside Joan. He had only started working for the pharmacy a short time ago and had seen older kids dressed like Kim was, but he had not seen a grown woman dressed like this. The pacifier that was in Kim's mouth was what really made him take a second look but he just nodded and carrying the highchair towards where Joan was pointing. Joan did not bother putting any shoes on Kim. Joan just slipped on a pair of running shoes and led Kim out on the front porch. Kim saw the two strollers. She had a faint memory of seeing them before. Joan pulled the big one down off the porch and stepped back up towards Kim. Joan took Kim's hand and walked the couple steps towards the stroller.

"You remember trying this out at the store don't you Kimmie? You said you had fun riding in it."

Kim was tying to think about the stroller and where she had seen it. She does remember being in the store and sitting in a stroller but she does not remember having fun. She also remembers sitting in a highchair while Joan and that other lady where there.

Joan pulled Kim in front of the stroller with her back to it. Joan guided Kim down. Kim fell back into the stroller. Joan pulled a strap up between Kim's legs fastening it to a strap that went around her waist. The strap that went between Kim's legs had pulled her dress up exposing her thick diaper. Joan pulled the top of the stroller over Kim's head.

"All ready honey? Just let me tell the guys we are going out for a little bit."

Joan met the delivery guy just coming down the hallway from the kitchen.

"We are going to go for a walk. If we are not back by the time you are done. Just leave the door unlocked."

"Ok."

Joan turned and went back outside.

Kim was having a hard time seeing out of the stroller with the top pulled over her. She was looking straight up into the top, rather then being able to see straight out. The stroller started to move. Kim tried to sit up so she could see out better, but the straps around her waist and between her legs was making it difficult. She lifted her head up so she could see out but it was not long before her neck started to hurt. Finally, she gave up and let her head rest back on the seat.

Joan pushed the stroller down the sidewalk. The stroller was quite a bit bigger then a normal one, but all that did was make Kim look  smaller then she really was.  Joan met a couple people on the walk, they never  looked twice. They both said "Good Morning" and kept on walking.  Joan was just  out with a baby, for a walk.

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Ms. Mitchell looked in on Michelle a few times during the afternoon. She was sleeping soundly every time. Ms. Mitchell had put her pacifier back in her mouth once but other then that Michelle had not moved.

It was getting close to 3pm and Ms. Mitchell was starting to wonder if Mary   would end up coming to get Michelle. She had worked out a little plan for her, if she happened to  show up.

Sure enough a little after 3, Ms. Mitchell saw Mary walking through  the door of the daycare. She quickly walked towards her.

"Hi again. You came to pick up your sister?"

Mary was not sure if she should tell the truth or just go along with Michelle being her sister. She thought she might as well go along with it, get Michelle and get home.


"Yes. Where is she." Mary said looking around for her.

Ms. Mitchell smiled, not believing Mary was going to keep the lie going and said, "Oh she is having a little nap. I will go wake her up, but first I need to show you something. Can you follow me."

Ms. Mitchell turned and started walking. Mary just followed behind her, not knowing what she would need to show her.

Ms. Mitchell stopped in front of the bathroom door. She pushed the door open for Mary to walk through.

Mary stopped walking.

"What is it that you need to show me?" Mary said, looking into the bathroom.

"It's right in here."

Mary looked in the bathroom and saw nothing that was out of the ordinary. Finally she stepped through the door. Ms. Mitchell followed her, shutting the door behind them. Mary turned around quickly when she heard the door shut.

"What's going on?" Mary said with a little panic in her voice.

"What's going on? I will tell you what's going on. You and your friend decided to play a little game this morning. You thought it would be fun to get Michelle out of class and bring her down here, telling me she is your sister. Well guess what missy? I have talked to your teacher Mrs. Oliver and she told me what was really going on."

Mary was stunned. She had not done anything wrong, other then not telling this lady that Michelle was not her sister. She had just did what Mrs. Oliver told her to do.

"I didn't do anything. I just tried to help Michelle find some clothes."

"Nice try Mary. You let me believe your high school friend was your 4 year old sister just so she could get out of class."

"No I didn't." Mary said a little shaken up.

"I'm not going to argue with you. You and I both know what you and your little friend did. So, since you think it's so  funny for me to change your friends wet diapers all day, I have a little something for you." Ms. Mitchell bent down and opened the door that was under the sink. She stood back up hold a pink pull-up.  "Since you think there is nothing wrong with a high school student wearing diapers, I got this one for you."

Mary could not believe what was happening. It was Michelle that wet her pants. Michelle was the one who let this lady put her in pull-ups. She had not done anything to her.

"I'm not wearing that!' Mary blurted out.

Ms. Mitchell got a cross look on her face and stepped closer to Mary.  "Oh yes you are. You can either put it on yourself or I can put it on for you. One way or another you will be wearing this in less then five minutes. When I get back in here you better have this on. If not,  I will take you out there, strip you down and put it on you myself." Ms. Mitchell set the pull-up on the counter, turned, opened the door and walk out, closing the door behind her.

Mary felt tears forming in her eyes. She has never been in trouble before. She is  a straight A student. Her own Mother has never talked to her like that. She looked down at the pull-up sitting on the counter. What I'm going to do? She reached out and picked up the pull-up. Her hand was shaking so bad she could hardly hold on to it. This will not fit me anyway. Even if it did, I not wearing it. Mary stood still holding on to the pull-up.

KNOCK, KNOCK. Mary looked up when she heard the knocking on the door. The door opened and Ms. Mitchell said, "Two minutes. If it's not on by then I'm bringing you out here to get you in it. Then I'm calling your mother."

The door closed and Mary looked down at the pull-up again. Calling her mother? Mary did not want her mother knowing anything about what happened today. Mary knew she had not done anything really wrong but this lady could tell her anything.  She took her other hand and put it on the side of the pull-up. Mary was so shaken that she finally decided to just put the stupid pull-up on and get out of there.  Mary set the pull-up down. She un-buttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She decided to leave her panties on so that at least there would be something between her and the pull-up. Mary pulled her pants off and picked up the pull-up. She stretched it out, still figuring there was no way it would fit her. Mary held the pull-up down and put on foot in one leg hole, then the other. She pulled the training pant up over her knees and to her surprise all the way up around her waist. It was tight but not nearly as tight as she figured it should have been. Mary picked up her pants and pulled them back up, covering the training pant. Just as she was about to button up the jeans Ms. Mitchell opened the door and walked in carry a glass of water.

"Well. Did you put it on?"

"Yes."

"Turn around and pull you jeans down so I can see that you have it on."

Mary still had her hands on the button of her jeans. She slowly turned around and pulled her jeans down just a little.

"Pull your jeans down to you knees. I want  to make sure. "

Mary bend over a little to slide her jeans down when she did, she  felt the pull-up getting pulled back and then she felt wetness  running over  her bum. Mary stood back up,  trying to turn around, but with her jeans around her knees it was hard. Ms. Mitchell had poured the glass of water down the back of Mary's pull-up.

"What are you doing?" Mary screamed.

"Just letting you know how it feels to be wearing a wet diaper like your friend. Now pull up your pants."

Mary slowly pulled up her pants and buttoned them. She could feel the wetness slowly starting to pool in the bottom of the pull up. Her panties that she had left on were sticking to her skin. Ms. Mitchell took Mary by the hand, opened the door and pulled her out into the daycare. She lead Mary over to a chair.

"You sit right here and wait for me to get back with Michelle."

Ms. Mitchell waited for Mary to sit before walking towards the back to get Michelle. When Mary sat down on the chair the water in the pull up moved upwards. The wet feeling was not a pleasant one for Mary. She sat on the chair moving around trying to get comfortable.

Ms. Mitchell came back holding Michelle's hand. Michelle was still half asleep.  Mary could not believe Michelle was only wearing a diaper and shirt. Mary noticed right away that Michelle's diaper was sagging. Mary knew from seeing many other kids in diapers that the one Michelle was wearing was wet. Ms. Mitchell let go of Michelle's hand. She walked away and  came back shortly with the pants that Michelle had worn this morning. Ms. Mitchell held out the pants and in Michelle's state she just stepped into them. Ms. Mitchell pulled them up over Michelle's wet diaper and buttoned them up.

"Now. I had better not see you two down here ever again. Now get out of here."

Mary got up quickly, taking Michelle by the hand and walking as fast as she could to the doors.  Ms. Mitchell smiled watching the two walk away. She really smiled big when she saw that the water had leaked out of Mary's pull-up, leaving two half moons of wetness on the back of her jeans. Any person that has been around kids in diapers, knows what those markings are from.

Mary never stopped walking with Michelle in tow. Out the doors of the daycare and then out the doors of the high school. Down the side walk from the school and out onto the road. Mary finally stopped walking quickly once they were away from the school. She looked back and down at Michelle who looked like she was about to pass out.

"You really did it this time Michelle. I can't believe you. What were you thinking?"

Michelle was so tried from getting woken up and then almost running for the past three minutes she did not hear what Mary had just said. They got across the street and only a few houses from Michelle's before Mary let go of her hand and said, "Don't talk to me ever again."

Mary kept walking, leaving Michelle behind. Mary could feel the wet pull up between her legs and around her bum. Her wet panties were really starting to make her skin itchy. She need to get home fast to get out of this stupid pull-up and forget this day ever happened.

Michelle watched Mary walk away from her. Michelle walked slowly towards her house. Once Mary left her she started to come around. The last five minutes or so were a blur.  She felt the  diaper around her waist and it  made her come around a little more quickly.  Michelle looked down and then felt the front of her pants. She could feel the diaper underneath. Michelle was so confused.  She made it to the front of her house and stopped. On the front porch there were two strollers. One big one and one smaller. She walked up to the porch looking at the strollers the whole way.  Did they have guest? She wondered. She was going to go in the door and straight up to her room, but before she reached out  to open the door the door opened and Joan was standing there.

"Hi Michelle. How was your day at school?"

Michelle looked up at Joan and started to cry. Not just a little cry, she was bawling in seconds.

"Oh honey what's the matter. Come on." Joan picked up Michelle and set her on her hip. She  shut the door and carried Michelle into the living room, bouncing her and rubbing her back the whole way.

"Shh shh. It's ok. Calm down sweetie. Everything is going to be ok." Joan walked around the living room carrying Michelle. It was like she was trying to calm down a fussy one year old.

Chapter 23.

Mary made it a couple houses away from her's when  she saw her Mother out in the front flower bed working. She stopped walking, wondering if the daycare worker had really called her mother. Mary started walking again wanting to get out of her wet things. She was  a little scared of what  her mother say or do if she did receive a call. The only other time she could think that her mother was upset with her was when she was around seven and rode her bike to the park with out telling anyone where she was going. Her mother yelled at her and sent Mary to bed with out supper that night. That was the only time she could remember her mother being upset with her in all the years.

Walking up the driveway her mothers back was turned to her. Mary thought she could slip by and into the house with out her mother noticing, but about  three steps  away from the door. Her mother said, "Hi Mary. How was your day at school?"

Mary stopped and turned to face her mother. "It was fine I guess."

Mary's mother started walking towards her. Barb was just a bit taller then Mary but was much bigger. Her black hair was pulled back. Most likely to keep it out of her eyes while she was bent over weeding the flower bed.

"Just fine? Oh, I got a phone call…" but before Barb  could finish, Mary said, "It was not my fault. I did not do anything."

Mary's mother walked right up to her with a confused look.

"What are you talking about. I was just going to tell you Mrs. Jones called and said she didn't need you to babysit tonight but was hoping  you could tomorrow night instead. I told her you could, since you had nothing else on your babysitting schedule."

Mary kept a schedule in the kitchen for all her babysitting jobs. That way if she was not home her mother could take the jobs and not have to worry about having to call people back later on.

Mary was thinking all along that the daycare worker ended up calling. Mary was relived that all it was,was a change in babysitting days.

"Oh. Ok. That's good then." Mary said wanting to get in the house and get out of her wet panties and the stupid pull-up that were around her waist.

Mary turned and went to open the door but her mother stopped her by reaching out and holding her arm.

"Mary. Why are the back of your pants wet? Did something happen at school today?"

Mary had not realized that her pants were wet. She could only feel the wet panties sticking to her skin.

"Uhm I don't know. Must have sat in some water or something."

Mary's mother reached out with the her other hand and placed it on Mary's bottom.

"What are you  wearing under your jeans? It feels like a..."

"Nothing." Mary blurted out trying desperately to get into the house and up to her bedroom.

Barb walked Mary into the house, shutting the door behind them.

"Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"No. It's nothing Mom."

Barb turned Mary around and pulled her daughters jeans back just a little. Just a little was all that the jeans had to come away from Mary's back, Barb starred down her daughters jeans not believing what she was looking at.

"Why are you wearing a diaper? What's  going on?"

Mary did not know what to say to do. She thought of many things to say but what came out was, "It's not a diaper."

"Mary, are you feeling ok. Did something happen at school today? Did you have an accident?"

"I'm fine. Noooo." Mary said with tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"Mary it's ok. You can tell me anything. I can tell you have had an accident so you don't need to lie. I just am wondering why you are wearing what you are wearing. Have you been having problems with this?"

"No Mom. You don't understand. I…I" Mary did not know what to say. She did  not want to tell her mother about what happened with MIchelle and herself in the daycare. She also didn't want her mother thinking she was wetting herself like some 5 year old either.

Barb stopped un-buttoning her daughters jeans. Instead she wrap her arms around her and gave her a big hug.

"It's ok. Why don't you go and shower and change. We can talk about this when you are ready."

Barb let go of Mary. Mary turned and ran down the hall towards her bedroom. Barb watched her daughter running down the hallway in her wet jeans, that she now knew  came from a leaky diaper. Barb stood by front on the door, wondering why her daughter was wearing a wet diaper. Mary had one week left of high school, she then  would be off to college in a few months. All that just happened seem so bizarre to her. She would let Mary get cleaned up before she got to the bottom of this.

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Joan carried Michelle around for sometime before she finally stopped crying.  Joan felt the diaper under Michelle's jeans while carrying her around the living room for so long. She wanted to ask how she ended up in a diaper at high school but figured that was the reason Michelle was so upset. She knew that she had wet her pants at school, but didn't  figure they would but a high school student  in diapers for doing so.

"Come on sweetie. Lets get you out of these clothes." Joan said carrying Michelle into the kitchen.

Joan went to the cupboard and took out the pill bottle. She got one pill out. Joan filled  up a glass with milk.

"This will make you feel better honey."

Joan held the pill up to MIchelle's mouth and popped it in. Holding the glass of milk up, let MIchelle drink as much as she wanted. Michelle only took a few mouthfuls, before turning her head away from the glass. When she turned away from the glass and Joan she noticed the two highchairs sitting at the table. Michelle pointed towards the highchairs remembering sitting in a similar one earlier in the day.

"What are they doing here."

"What is what doing here." Joan said, knowing full well what Michelle was talking about setting the glass of milk in the fridge.

"Those highchairs."

"Oh. Those."

Joan carried Michelle over towards them.

"One is for you and the other is for Kimmie."

"Kimmie." Michelle said looking back at Joan.

"Yes Kimmie."

"You got a highchair for my Mom? Why? I don't what to sit in one. I'm sure she doesn't"

"No. I got it for Kimmie sweetie."

Michelle looked back at the two the highchairs. Confused as to why she thought her Mom or herself would  need highchairs and why she was calling her Kimmie.

"But." was all Michelle said before Joan carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Joan had put Kim in her crib for a afternoon nap, so Joan took Michelle into her own room.

Kim had been a little scared and hesitate when Joan changed her on the new changing table for the first time. Then getting her into the crib was a little more of a challenge but  with a little talk and some colourful toys, Kim got in and fell asleep, drinking from her bottle.  Joan had watched the 37 year old sucking her bottle, lying in her new  crib for sometime, writing some notes for Dr. Beacher,  before going and putting everything away that the pharmacy had delivered earlier.

Joan laid Michelle down on the bed with her ankles just off the side.

"You stay her for one minute. I will get you something to change into."

Michelle laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling trying to comprehend what she just had saw in the kitchen and why Joan thought her mother would need a highchair. Michelle thought of the past couple days. She had not seen her mother other then the first night from coming back from the doctors office. She remembers her mother being upset because she had changed the channel on the TV from that kids show. After that she had not seen her.

Joan had put all the new clothes and everything else in the bedroom with the two cribs. She quietly opened the door and walked in. Right away she  could smell the dirty diaper that Kim must have made. Joan walked to the dresser and pulled out the footed pi's they had sent for MIchelle. She reached under the change table, pulled out a diaper, travel change pad  and baby wipes, then closed the door quietly behind her. It was going to be one diaper change after another, she smiled, walking back into her bedroom to change the first one.

MIchelle had not moved from the bed. She was still starring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out the past few days. Joan set everything on the bed. She un-folded the travel change pad, took Michelle by the ankles lifting her up off the bed and  sliding the change pad under her. This brought Michelle out of her some what of a trance, seeing her legs going up in the air and then back down again.

Joan noticed the look on Michelle's face. She place her hand on her cheek wiping a few tears away that had not yet dried.

"It's ok baby. You just relax and let Aunt Joan fix you up."

Michelle looked at Joan. A little smile developed on her face. She felt happy for the first time today. Joan smiled back at her.

"You feel better baby?"

Michelle nodded her head.

"That's good. Why don't you tell me what happened at school today, while I get you all cleaned up."

Michelle babbled on like an excited seven year old, telling Joan everything that  happened during the day. Right from getting taking out of a diaper in the morning to seeing highchairs in the kitchen.  Joan was pulling the tapes off  the wet pamper when Michelle told her about having some lady put her in pull-ups in the daycare. Joan noticed Michelle did not seem upset one bit that she was put in pull-ups for wetting her pants. Joan was cleaning Michelle off with baby wipes when Michelle got to the part where she had to sit in a highchair and get feed lunch. Joan asked her what she had for lunch, but  all Michelle said was that it was good. Joan laughed and lifted Michelle by the ankles sliding a new diaper under her little bottom. Michelle paid no attention to the fact that she was getting put into another diaper. She just went on about the rest of her day. Soon Joan had Michelle diapered and had  her dressed in her footed pi's. Joan lifted Michelle up off the bed setting her on her hip. Michelle finished telling her about seeing the highchairs in the kitchen and giggled  when she said that one of them was for her Mom. Joan put her finger up to MIchelle's mouth after she had  said "Mom". Joan corrected her by  telling her it was for Kimmie and that she should call her that when she see's her. Michelle giggled again but agreed to call her Kimmie.

Joan carried Michelle out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She set her on the couch and turned the dvd player on, putting the four dancing colours on the big screen. Michelle's eyes went directly to the TV  once the show began. Joan had another diaper to change and knew MIchelle would be glued to the TV until she brought Kimmie down for them to finally see each other again.

Chapter 24.


Mary stripped her clothes off in the bathroom, looking in the mirror once she was down to only wearing the pink pull-up. She starred in the mirror looking down at the juvenile  garment wrapped around her waist. Mary quickly pulled the pull-up apart from each side, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. She kicked the pull-up and it slid to the other end of the bathroom floor. Mary pulled her wet panties off,  turned and got in the shower.  Mary scrubbed her lower regains like she had really peed in that stupid pull-up. She knew it was only water the daycare worker had poured into the pull-up, but it had felt like she had really gone and wet herself.

The whole time in the shower she was trying to think of a way to explain to her mother why she was wearing as her mother called it "a diaper". Mary thought long and hard of ways to get her mother to forget all about it, but everything she came up with either, showed she tricked the daycare lady into thinking MIchelle was really her sister or that she had gone and wet her pants. Mary decided  not to  bring up the daycare or the daycare worker at all. With only one week left at school she figured it was better not to get into trouble and just let her mother think she had had an accident. Mary know that it would never happen again so what was the point in getting into trouble. Her mother would forget all about in a few days once Mary had no other issues with wet pants. She tried to come up with a reason why she was wearing a pull-up and the only think she could muster up was, she got it from the school nurse. That should explain it and soon her mother will forget it and move on.

Mary got out of the shower. She died herself off and walked into her bedroom. Mary was not looking forward to facing her mother but she knew she had to sooner or later. She put on panties,  sweat pants and t-shirt and walked of her bedroom, towards the kitchen.

Mary walked slowly into the kitchen. Barb was preparing dinner and had her back towards her. Barb heard the foot steps and turned to face Mary.

"Hi honey. Feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to sit  down while dinner is cooking and talk about it?"

Mary took a seat at the kitchen table and her mother joined her.

Mary was not sure where to start, before she could say anything her mother spoke up.

"I don't want you to feel embarrassed honey. I'm sure this is not something a girl heading off to college in a few mouths wants to talk about but I need to know how long this has been happening. I'm scared, something might be wrong and we should go see the doctor."

Mary was not sure what to answer first. She was for sure not going to go see the doctor. She had nothing wrong with her.

"No Mom everything is ok. I don't need to see a doctor. It was a one time thing. It's  never happened before."

Barb looked Mary up and down, not sure Mary was telling the truth.

"It's okay to tell me honey. I wouldn't think of you any different or love you any less. I just want to make sure you are feeling ok."

"No Mom, really I'm fine. I just got caught up in some school work and when I got to the bathroom, the stalls were full. I tried to make it to the other bathrooms but I didn't make it." Mary was a little embarrassed about telling her mother she had peed in pants but  proud of coming up with a story so quick. It sounded plausible and hoped her mother would buy it.

"Then why were you wearing a diaper when you got home?"

"Oh that stupid pull-up thing? When it happened, I went down to see the nurse and she gave me  that to wear."

Barb tilted her head. Mary's was not making since.

"But honey your pants where not wet when you got home other then the wetness from the diaper leaking out the back. So I don't understand, if you wet your pants then put on that diaper, how did the diaper get  wet?"

Mary thought her story was good but now after hearing that she know it was full of holes.

"I left my underwear on because I was to embarrassed to just be wearing a pull-up and I guess my underwear was wetter then I thought and it must have been why it leaked."

Barb smiled and got up off the chair walking towards her daughter. She put her hand on her back and started to rub it. Barb knew that Mary was not telling her the whole truth but she did not want to push her daughter right away.

"Ok honey. Well if you're  having trouble, please, please tell me. I just want to make sure you are okay. Ok?"

"Yes mom. I promise."

"Ok good. Now, are you ready for supper? Can you set the table, your father will not be home until tomorrow sometime. His flight was delayed. So it will just be the two of us."

"Sure Mom. And Mom. Thanks."

"No problem honey. You know I love you no matter what."

"Yes Mom.  I love you too." Mary said rolling her eyes.

Mary went about setting the table, thinking the whole time her mother would soon forget all about this little episode and things would be back to normal in no time. Meanwhile, Barb was getting the dinner ready thinking that Mary was having some issues but did not want to tell her about them.  She would be sure to keep a close eye on her the next few days.

Mary and her Mother finished up with dinner. Mary helped clean up and decided just to go to her bedroom and read.

"Mom, I think I'm just going to go read for a while and then go to bed."

"Ok, honey. If you need anything let me know."

Mary walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. She picked up the book she had been reading and flopped down on her bed. Mary started reading but stopped when she started to think about the day. She was so mad at Michelle for putting her through it, that she almost wanted to call her and tell her off. Mary decided it was not worth it and maybe she would give it to her on Monday when they got back to school.


A few hours later Barb opened Mary's door without knocking like always does. She just walked in. Mary looked up from her book a little shocked her mother just walked into her bedroom with out knocking.

"Everything ok?" Barb asked

"Yes Mom. Everything is fine."

"Ok. Just wanted to check before I went to bed. Good night honey. Have a good sleep."

"You too." Mary said lifting the book back up.

Barb closed the door and made her way to her bedroom.

After a few seconds Mary put her book back down. That was strange. Mom always knocks before coming into my bedroom. I guess, she is just worried about me. I'm sure not to many high school students have to explain why they came home from school wearing a wet pull-up to there mothers. Mary chuckled a little. She looked at her alarm clock and was surprised it read 9:43pm. She set her book on the table beside her and got up to get ready for bed.

Mary went into her bathroom and brushed her teeth. She washed her face and then went pee. On her way out she  noticed the pull-up on the floor at the end of the bathroom. She walked over, picked it up and tossed it into the trash can. "Stupid Pull-up" she said walking  back into her bedroom taking off her sweat pants and t-shirt. Mary took the  long t-shirt she always wears to bed, pulling it over head and getting under her covers.

Mary had no trouble falling asleep. She dreamed of many things but mostly about Michelle and what she had seen Michelle wearing that day. She dreamt of changing her friends diaper and  then lying her down for a nap. She dreamt of yelling at Michelle for getting her in trouble.  It was not until the early morning Mary dreamt about  pulling  up the pull-up in the daycare's bathroom.  The dream started out okay, but at the end, Mary felt the water getting poured down the back of the pull-up. She could feel the water running down her bum and settling down around her private parts.  It turned from dream to nightmare very quickly. Mary sat straight up in bed, eyes fully open. She looked at her alarm clock and it read 8:20am. She had pulled her curtains closed on her one and only window so she could not see any daylight. Mary sat up in bed looking back at the alarm clock. Something was not right. She knew it was Saturday so she was not waking up late to make to school. Mary looked down at the blankets that were coving her bottom half. She slowly pulled the blanket up taking her other hand and putting her under the covers. Her hand made it to  her t-shirt and right away she could feel that her t-shirt was wet. "NO WAY" Mary screamed out.  Her hand went under the t-shirt and it touched  her panties. Her panties were as wet as the t-shirt. Mary's bedroom door opened. The light went on and her mother  came running in.

"What is it honey? Why did you just scream?"

Mary looked at her mother standing beside her bed. She was not sure what to do or say. She had not realized she had screamed out loud. Her eyes started to fill with tears and before long the tears  were running down her cheeks.

Barb sat down on the bed putting her hand up to Mary's head. She stroked Mary's long hair.

"What is it? Did you have a nightmare?"

Mary sitting up in bed,  tears running down her face, shook  her head up and down.

"Ohhhh, honey it's ok. Everything is fine now."

Mary knew everything was not fine. She had just wet her bed. She  was  crying like some toddler who messed up there night time toilette training and was going to be in trouble for it.  Mary didn't  want to move. She could now feel the wetness on her bum more then before.

"Come on honey. Everything is okay now. Let's get you out of bed and I will make you some pancakes for breakfast."

Barb pulled the covers off Mary. She looked down and found out the reason why her teenage daughter was crying so much. It was not a nightmare her daughter had peed in her bed.

"OOH sweetie. You wet your bed." Barb said not really thinking before she said it.  She did not want to make her daughter feel bad, she just could not believe it. "Come on. Let's get you in the shower. I will look after your bedding. It's ok honey accidents happen." Trying to not make a big deal out of it Barb stayed calm.

Barb pulled her daughter up out of her wet bed, taking her hand and walking her towards the bathroom. Mary just went along. She was so  upset about what just happened to her, she let her mother pull her along beside her not saying a word. They got into the bathroom and Barb reached in the shower  and turned the water on. She faced her crying daughter.

"It's ok honey. Everything is going to be okay."

Barb took the bottom of Mary's wet t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, setting it on the floor. She then reached out and pulled Mary's wet underwear down to her ankles. Mary steeped back and out of her panties.

"You get in the shower. Don't worry. I will look after everything." Barb said picking up the wet panties and T-shirt.

Mary looked at the wet panties and started to cry even harder. Mary noticed right away that Mary was crying even more then before. Mary was in shock. She had just wet her bed. How did this happen? She has never had any issues with this in her life. The more she looked at her wet underwear the more the tears came from her eyes.

"Honey come on. It's not the end of the world. It's just a accident. Please stop crying so much. You're scaring Mommy."

Barb did not even realize she had said "Mommy" but Mary noticed it right away. Between looking at her wet underwear and hearing the word "Mommy" ,she pulled her hands up to her face, covering it up. She felt like a three year old and her Mommy was helping her clean up, after she had made a mistake. Mary had helped many boys and girls clean up after they had had a accident while she was babysitting. She was a teenager ready to go to college. She should not be the one getting help. .

Barb took Mary by the arm and walked her to  the shower door. She opened the door.

"Once you get in the shower, you will feel better. Come on, step in."

Mary stepped in the shower and Barb closed the shower door. The warm water hit Mary and she dropped her hands down to her side. She let the water fall on the top of her head running down over her back and down her legs.

Barb looked at her daughter standing naked in the shower. She was really beginning to worry that there was something really wrong with her. She had thought there was something wrong yesterday but this morning she knew for sure.  She decided right then, that she was taking Mary to the walk-in clinic today, she was not going to wait and take her to her family doctor on Monday.

"I will be back in a few minutes. Try and relax honey. I promise everything will be okay." Barb said taking Mary's wet things with her.

Mary heard what her mother had said but at this point she did not think that everything was going to be okay. She had just wet her bed and her mother undressed her like she was a  child. After sometime standing in the shower she stopped crying. Mary took a wash cloth and started to wash herself. She scrubbed harder then yesterday, knowing this time it was really pee she was washing off and not just water.


Chapter 25.

Joan got into to Kim's new bedroom and let the side of her crib down. She moved Kim's hair away from her eyes.

"Come on sweetie time to get up from your nap." Joan said pulling Kim out of the crib.

Kim was still half a sleep but managed to walk over to the change table. Joan guided her onto the change table and had her lie down.

Joan un-snapped the snaps that  ran up the legs  of Kim's sleeper, reviling the very wet and messy diaper she had made during her nap.  Joan took Kim by the ankles and pulled the sleeper off her legs and moved it up around her back. Joan pulled the tapes off  Kim's diaper off.

"Ohh. What a messy little baby you are. Just a few minutes and I will have you all nice and clean. Then you can go down and watch TV with Michelle."

Kim smiled when she thought of watching TV. She had dreamed about the dancing colours all afternoon. Joan cleaned up Kimmie and had her in a new fresh diaper. She got Kim re-dressed in her pink sleeper, the same one Michelle was wearing.

"Come on baby girl, lets get downstairs" Joan said taking Kim by the hand and walking her down the stairs.

Joan and Kim walked around the couch. Kim's eyes were already clued to the TV, as the dancing colours did there thing. Michelle never moved a inch as Joan had Kim sit down beside her. Both Kim and MIchelle looked straight ahead watching the large TV screen. Joan stepped aside, took out her phone and took a few pictures of Mother and daughter wearing the same pink sleeper, sitting side by side on the couch. She would e-mail them to Dr. Beacher later.  Joan smiled putting her phone back in the pocket and went out to the kitchen to make supper.

Joan decided on a easy supper, grilled cheese. She was not sure how the two girls would react when she turned off the  TV and they see each other for the first time in there new state.  Joan got the grilled cheese ready, she turned the oven on low and placed the grilled cheese in to keep them warm. She took the trays off the highchairs and set them on the floor. Joan took a deep breath before entering the living room.

Joan picked up the remote and turned the TV off. Both girls turned there heads at the same time towards Joan.

"Ok girls, it's supper time." Joan said standing beside the couch holding the remote.

Kim and Michelle sitting beside each other, turned and faced one another.  The both looked each other up and down. Joan moved so that she was in front of  them and squatted down. She took there hands and put them in each others.

"Aren't you two the most adorable little girls." Joan said as she stood  back up and waited for there reactions.

It was Michelle who smiled first. Then Kim.

"Can you say Hi to Kimmie, Michelle?"

Michelle quickly turned to Joan then back towards Kim and said, "Hi".

Can you say Hi to Michelle, Kimmie?".

Kimmie did not look away from Michelle and squeaked out "Hi".

Joan took a few steps back from them and said, "Come on you two, lets go get some supper."

Joan started to walk away turning her head to see if the two would follow along. Sure enough Kimmie got up off the couch holding MIchelle's hand. MIchelle got up and they followed Joan into the kitchen. Joan smiled ear to ear as Mother and daughter followed her into the kitchen. She figured it might have been the first time in a long time the two had held hands. This was just the first little step in repairing there relationship. Joan knows  it will be a long process to get to the end, but she was very happy the first meeting was going so well.

Kimmie and Michelle never stopped looking at each other as they walked  into the kitchen. It was not until Joan picked Michelle up and set her in the highchair, placing the tray in front of her, that Kimmie looked away from her and looked at her highchair. Joan made quick work at getting both Michelle and Kim into there new highchairs. Once the two girls were in the chairs they looked at each other again. Joan went to the oven and took out the grilled cheese. She placed them on plates and added a little ketchup on the side. She placed the plates, one on Kimmies tray and one on MIchelle's tray.

"Eat up girls." Joan said picking up two bibs off the kitchen table and walking around the girls. Joan placed the bibs on the girls. They never minded the bibs and both picked up there sandwiches at the same time. Dipping them into the ketchup and bringing it  up to there mouths.  Joan went back around them pulling out her phone once again. She took a couple shots of them eating happily in there highchairs.

Joan put her phone away and proceeded to prepare two bottles. Joan placed the bottle on Kim's tray first, watching to see how Michelle would react. Kimmie picked up the bottle quickly placing into her mouth, wanting the sweet tasting milk. Michelle looked at Kimmie drinking from a bottle. She looked up at Joan holding the other bottle.

"Do you want a bottle Michelle? Kimmie really likes her bottle. Don't you Kimmie?"

Joan set the baby bottle down on Michelle's tray. MIchelle looked at it and then back at Kimmie. She reached out slowly and placed her hand around it. Michelle picked it up and brought it up towards in mouth.

"Come on sweetie. You are really going to like it, I promise." Joan said placing her hand on Michelle's elbow guiding the baby bottle closer to her lips.

MIchelle opened her mouth and the nipple went in. It was only seconds before MIchelle started to suck on the nipple. Once she tasted the sweet milk she sucked harder.

Joan smiled and patted Michelle on the head. "See, I told you, you would like it."

Michelle held the bottle up drinking away, looking over at Kimmie doing the same thing. Joan just had to take out her phone once again and get pictures of  Mother and daughter sitting in there highchairs, drinking from the baby bottles. Dr. Beacher was going to be so happy with how things are going, Joan thought as she took the pictures.

Kimmie finished her bottle first. She held it up and said, "More. Me want more."

Joan walked over to Kimmie and took the bottle from her.

"You finish up your grilled cheese and Mommy will get you more milk. Ok?"

Kimmie picked up her last half of the sandwich and began to eat. Michelle was still sucking away on the baby bottle when she felt the need to pee. She did not want to stop drinking the milk but she knew she should be getting to the bathroom shortly. Michelle took the bottle out of her mouth and said, "I have to go pee."

Joan was surprised that Michelle had said that.

"You do. What a good girl you are. Let's finish up supper and then I can take you out of your highchair and get you to the potty." Joan said knowing full well Michelle would most likely not be able to hold it that long.

MIchelle placed her bottle back in her mouth and finished off the first baby bottle she had had in years. She set the bottle down. "All gone. Can I have more?"

"Of course you can sweetie. Just be a good girl like Kimmie and finish up your grilled cheese."

Michelle looked down at he last half of the grilled cheese and picked it up. She dipped it into the ketchup and began to eat.  She had almost forget about having to go pee but a sudden urge brought it to her attention again. She moved her legs back and forth. Joan noticed Michelle's legs moving around from underneath the tray.  Joan decided to take Michelle's mind off of having to pee. She walked over to her, picked up her plate and set down a colourful place mat.

"Look at the pretty place mat Michelle. Do you see all the colours?"

Michelle's eyes went directly to the place mat. Joan took the grilled cheese from MIchelle's hand and began to feed her. Michelle looked at all the  pretty colours. A few minutes later Joan noticed Michelle's legs were not moving anymore.  Joan finished feeding MIchelle her sandwich and took the plate to the kitchen sink.

Joan took a wash cloth and cleaned up both girls. Kimmie seemed to have more ketchup on her face then MIchelle. Joan took there bibs off.  She pulled the trays off the highchairs and let Kimmie get down herself. Joan picked Michelle up out of hers, letting her hand feel Michelle's  diapered bottom. Joan could feel that Michelle had wet her diaper. She really had no doubt she had, but she wanted to double check. Joan set Michelle on her hip, took Kimmie by the hand and walked them out to the living room. Joan set Michelle down on the couch and Kimmie climbed up beside her. Joan picked up the remote and turned the TV back on. The dancing colours came on the screen and the two girls sat back and watched them dance around.


An hour later Joan came back from cleaning up the kitchen, sending the pictures she had taken to Dr. Beacher and doing some more notes. The girls had not moved from the spot in which Joan had left them in. Joan was going to bring them in bottles but decided to wait and give them there bottles for bed.

Joan set one bottle down, picked up the remote and turned the TV off. She picked the bottle back up, now holding two bottles up she said, "Ok my pretty little girls, time for bed. Look what I have for you both. Kimmie take MIchelle's hand and follow me up to the bedroom please."

Both girls looked a the bottles. They both wanted them. Kimmie took Michelle's hand and followed Joan up the stairs. Joan was surprised that they had just done as they were told, no complaining about the TV being shut off. She would be sure to write that up to give to Dr. Beacher. It seems the milk is something they both really like.

The three made it into the bedroom. Kim had already sleep in her crib in the afternoon but Michelle had not seen them before. Joan noticed Michelle looking around the room. Joan got Kimmie up on the change table, all the time looking at MIchelle.  Joan gave Kimmie her bottle and began to change her diaper. Joan watched MIchelle walk around the room looking into both cribs. Michelle walked over and looked up at Joan changing her mother on the table. Michelle was more then confused and Joan could tell. Joan taped up the thick diaper with a couple extra booster pads inside. Before snapping up Kimmie's sleeper she got her down , to let Michelle see her in her diapers. Kimmie was busy drinking from her bottle,  enjoying the milk,  she never paid any attention to MIchelle staring at her.

"See Michelle, even a big girl like Kimmie has to wear diapers and sleep in a crib. So don't you worry about it."

Michelle could not take her eyes off the big thick diaper that was around her mothers waist. Joan knelt down and got Kimmie's feet in the sleeper and snapped the snaps up her legs. She lead her over to her crib and got her in. Joan pulled up the side and it locked into place. Joan walked towards Michelle,  picking her up and setting her on the change table.

"But. But." Is all Michelle said before Joan placed the baby bottle into her mouth and laid her back on the table.

Michelle sucked the nipple and got the milk. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sweet tasting milk. Joan started to undress Michelle. Once she got her down to just her diaper Joan said, "See baby, your diaper is soaked and I bet you didn't even know it."

Joan pulled the tapes off the front of the diaper. She took Michelle by the ankles, lifted her bum up off the soaked diaper and pulled it out from under her. Joan rolled the diaper up and dropped it into the diaper pail. Joan cleaned Michelle up with baby wipes taking her time and doing it with care. Michelle's eyes were still closed and Joan could tell it would not be long before she was asleep. Joan re-diapered her with a thick night time diaper. She got Michelle back into her pink sleeper, picking her up and placing her into her own crib. Michelle sucked away on her bottle, eyes closed. She  fell asleep not long after Joan pulled the side of the crib up, locking it into it's place. Joan took a few steps back looking at Kimmie, then  at Michelle. Joan smiled, turned and walked out the bedroom door, turning the light off on her way.



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Barb let Mary stay in the shower for about 15 minutes while she got breakfast ready. Before she put the pancake batter on the grill she went to see how her daughter was doing.

Mary had just turned off the shower when she heard her mother walk in.

"Are you feeling better honey?"

Mary grabbed the towel that was hanging on a hook beside the shower door and placed it in front of her.

"Not really." Mary said trying to cover up so her mother did not see her naked again.

Barb walked up to her. She reached out  to help Mary dry off.

"Mom please. I'm not a child. I can do this myself." Mary yelled out.

"Oh honey. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help you. I know you must feel bad."

"I do feel bad, but you treating me like I am some little girl is not helping."

"Ok. I'm sorry. I will leave you be. I made pancakes. Just come to the kitchen when you are ready."

Barb turned and walked out of the bathroom. Mary stood with the towel in front of her. Mary started to feel bad about yelling at her mother like that. She knows she was just tying to help but just because she wet the bed does not mean she can treat her like that.

Mary dried off and wrapped the towel around her. She walked into her bedroom and the first thing she noticed was the big, wet stain on her mattress. She walked over to it. She could tell that her mother had cleaned it with something. Just looking at her mattress with the big wet mark almost made her cry again. Mary quickly turned away from it and walked to her dresser. Mary pulled out some panties and pulled them up her legs. She grabbed a bra, let the towel fall to the floor and put it on. Mary looked out the window and saw the sun was shining,  she figured it would be warm out. She put on some black tight shorts and a white t-shirt that hung just below her belly button. Mary walked back into the bathroom and combed her hair, not bothering to blow dry her hair. She did not bother with any make-up either,  since she was not going to be going anywhere today,  other then maybe the back yard. Mary walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. She could smell the pancakes cooking and was looking forward to eating them.

Barb turned from the grill when she heard Mary walk into the kitchen.

"The pancakes are just about ready. Take a seat I will bring them to you."

Mary sat down. Her mom had already poured her a glass of orange juice and it was sitting beside her plate. Mary picked up the glass and took a drink.

"Here you go." Barb said placing two big pancakes on Mary's plate.

Barb grabbed two more and sat down at the table with her daughter. Not much was said as they both ate there pancakes. Barb wanted to talk about what had happened yesterday and this morning but she stayed quite.

Barb finished her pancakes and set the plate in the dishwasher. Mary picked up her empty plate and also placed it in the dishwasher.

"I will clean the rest of this up once we get back." Barb said picking up her purse from the island in the kitchen.

Mary looked at her mother. "Back from what?"

"I'm taking you to the walk-in clinic."

"What? No. I don't need to go to the walk-in clinic!"

"Mary there is something wrong. We need to find out what is wrong. I don't think it would be a good idea to wait until Monday."

Mary was a little taken back. Just because she wet her bed her mother thought she needed to go see a doctor.

"Mom it was an accident. It will not happen again. There is nothing wrong with me. I don't need to see a doctor."

Barb walked over close to Mary and said, "Sweetie. It's not normal for a girl your age to be having accidents. There must be something wrong."

"Mom. Please. I don't need to see anyone. I'm fine."

Barb took a deep breath. "This is not up for discussion. We are going to see a Doctor. Now come on."

Barb took Mary gently by the arm and walked her out of the kitchen. Mary walked beside her, trying to figure out what to say to stop this from happening.

Barb stopped by the front door and let Mary put on her flip flops. Mary slipped her feet into the flip flops as Barb pulled on her shoes.

"Mom please. I don't need to see a doctor. I promise this will never happen again." Mary pleaded one last time.

Barb ignored Mary. She opened the front door and walked out holding Mary's arm.  Barb walked Mary around the the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Mary  sat down and her mother closed the door.

Not a word was said on the short drive to the walk-in clinic. Barb parked the car and got out. Mary sat in the passenger seat not wanting to get out. Barb waited a few seconds before walking around,  opening the door for Mary. Mary did not move. She did not want to go in and tell some stranger  she had wet the bed.

"Come on Mary. I don't want to have to drag you in there, but I will.  I would think you would want to figure out what is going on more then me, unless you don't mind wetting your pants and bed."


Mary did not know what to say to that. Her mother was right but she had really only wet her bed, she never wet her pants. Mary was starting to think that telling the truth about Michelle and the  daycare worker might have been the better thing to do. Mary got up and out of the car. Barb shut the door and they walked towards the entrance.

The waiting room was not as full as Barb thought it might be. There were only about eight  other people. Barb and Mary walked up to the reception desk. A women in her late twenties was seated behind it.

"Hi. Can I help you."

"Hi. Yes. My daughter needs to see a doctor."

"Ok. If you can just fill out this form and then bring it back up to me when you have it completed."

Barb took the clip board from the young lady and said, "Thank you."

Mary followed her mother and they sat down. Barb started to fill out the form.  Mary looked around the waiting room. Right across from them was a woman who had a small child sitting on her lap. Mary thought the little  girl looked to be about four years old. The little girl coughed a few times and her mother was rubbing her back. The little girl must have a cold Mary thought. Mary started to wish it was a cold she had and that's why she was here, not because her mother thinks she cannot control her bladder.

It took Barb a few minutes before she had the form filled out. She got up and returned it the lady at the reception desk. She looked over the form and told Barb that it should not be to long before they would be able to see a doctor. Barb went back and sat beside Mary.

"She said it should not be to long before we can get in to see the doctor."

"Ok, but I don't need to see anyone." Mary said in a low voice.

Barb picked up a magazine and started flipping through the pages.

"Mommy I have to go potty." said the little girl that was sitting across from Mary and her mother.

"Ok. Let's go" the little girls mother said standing up and taking the her  by the hand and walked her towards the bathroom.

Barb looked up when the little girl  said she need to use the potty and then watched as she was taken. Barb turned to Mary and thought about seeing her in wet pants yesterday and then a wet bed this morning. Barb hesitated, then said ,"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

Mary could not believe her mother just asked her that. She was not that little girl. Mary blurted out a "NO!"

Barb put her hand on Mary's leg. Then got up from her chair and put her hand on Mary's arm and said, "I think you should go try. Ok."

Barb lifted Mary off her seat by her arm and started walking her towards the bathroom. Mary wanted to stop her but looked around at the other people in the waiting room and they were all looking at her and her mother walking towards the bathroom. Barb opened the door to the bathroom. Once they were in, she let go of Mary's arm. Mary stopped walking turned to her mother and said, "Mom stop it. I told you I don't need to go. I'm old enough to know when I need to use the bathroom for god sake."


"You do? Then why did you have wet pants yesterday and a wet bed this morning? Just get in there and try.  Is that to much to ask?"  Barb said pointing towards the stall.

Mary had nothing to say.  She knew there was no point in putting up a fight about going to the bathroom now that her mother had pointed that out. She just turned and went into the stall locking the door behind her. Mary pulled down her shorts and panties and sat down. It was a not until Mary heard someone say, "Good girl" that Mary remembered the little girl and her mother where in the bathroom. Oh my god, that lady would have just heard my mother.  Mary brought her hands up to her face and covered it. Mary heard the flush and then heard  the two walk by. Mary lifted her hands up to  her face and covered it,  until she heard the bathroom door open then close. She stood back up and pulled her panties and shorts up, opened the door and walked out, only to see her mother still standing there beside the sink. Mary went to walk out but her mother stopped her.

"Since when do you not wash your hands after using the bathroom?" Barb asked.

Mary had been so flustered, she never thought about washing her hands and since all she did was sit down and not do anything in the stall, she just was going to walk out. Mary stopped and walked up to the  sink and washed her hands feeling embarrassed about her Mom having to tell her to wash her hands and making her seem like she really was younger.

They both walked out together from the bathroom and made there way to the chairs they had been sitting in.  Mary felt like a child  walking out of the bathroom that her mother had just taken her in. She kept her head down on the walk to the chairs. Once Mary sat back down she slowly looked up  at the woman sitting across from her.  The woman smiled at her. Mary felt her face turn red, knowing she most likely heard her mother say she had wet her pants and bed. Mary looked down at the floor, wanting to tell this lady that she never wet her pants, it was just water,  but of course she could not do that.

Mary's name was called shortly after the woman and little girl were called. Barb stood up, waiting for Mary to stand up. Mary slowly stood up and followed her mother.

"Second door on the right. Someone will be in to see you shortly." The young lady from behind the desk said.

They walked into the office. Barb sat down in a chair that was beside the exam table. Mary looked around for another chair but there was only an office chair. Mary knew that was for the doctor, so she just stood in front of the exam table. A nurse came in just after they had got in.

"Good morning." The nurse said looking at the form that Barb had filled out.

"Good morning." Barb responded.

The nurse looked the form over, standing a few feet from Mary. The nurse looked up from the clip board and looked Mary up and down. She turned to Barb and said, "Are you using any type of protection on Mary?"

Mary was thinking about everything other then what the nurse was really talking about. Barb know right away what she meant by protection.

"No. Mary was wearing a pull-up diaper yesterday, that the nurse at the school gave her. I kind of wish she would have been wearing one last night. It would have been a lot less work this morning."

It did not take Mary long to figure out what the meaning of "protection".  Mary leaned back against the exam table, not believing that her mother would just blurt out that she had had on a pull-up yesterday.

The nurse looked back towards Mary.

"How long have you been having accidents?"

"Uhmm. It was just one time." Mary said, not really sure how to answer.

Barb spoke up. "Now Mary, that's not true. You had two accidents yesterday, then you wet the bed last night.  So that's three. They are not going to be able to help you, if you don't tell the truth."

Mary had not had two accidents yesterday. Why would her mother say that. Mary looked down trying to figure out why her mother thinks she had wet her pants twice yesterday, when in fact she never wet her pants at all.

The nurse reached out and put her hand on Mary's shoulder.

"It's ok. I know this is hard. You don't have to be embarrassed. I have seen and heard a lot worse things. What will will do before the doctor comes in is take you to do a ultra sound.  i just have a few questions. Does it burn or hurt in any way when you urinate?"

"No".

"Okay, that's good. Have you been under any stress lately. Sometimes that can be the cause?"

"No". Mary said.

The nurse turned towards Barb.

"I'm just going to take Mary to other room to do a ultra sound. We will be back."

"Ok."

"Follow me Mary." the nurse said holding on to the clip board and walking towards the door.

Mary followed the nurse out the door and down the hall to other office.

"Just jump up on the exam table and take your shirt off, please."

Mary removed her shirt and sat up on the exam table.


The nurse rolled the ultra sound machine over.

"I will need to you lie on you back. I'm going to put some gel on the your tummy, it might be a little cold."

Mary laid on her back and the nurse rubbed the cold gel on her stomach. Mary flinched a little when the nurse first started to rub the gel on her. The nurse started up the ultra sound machine and started to move it all around her stomach.

"When was the last time you urinated?"

"Uhm I guess not since last night."

"You have not gone this morning?"

"No."

"Did you go to the bathroom before you went to bed last night?"

Mary had to think about that question. "I think I did."

"You're  not sure?"

"I believe I did."

"How many times have you wet your bed in the past  year?"

"It was just once. Just last night. Its never happened before."

"Do you feel you need to urinate now?"

"No."

The nurse wrote down some notes on the clip board and then went back to watching the screen.

"Okay. All done. Just let me get a cloth to wipe off that gel."

The nurse put the ultra sound machine back and brought back a cloth. She wiped the gel off Mary's stomach.

"I'm going to need a urine sample. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"I guess." Mary said sitting back up and pulling her shirt back over her head.

The nurse handed Mary a plastic container.

"There is a bathroom right across the hall. Just bring the sample back to the first room you were in."

Mary took the container from the nurse and walked out of that office and into the bathroom. Mary locked the door. She set the container on the edge of the sink. She pulled her shorts down, along with her panties. She took the container and sat down. Mary opened her legs and put the plastic container between her legs and started to pee. When she seen the container was almost full she brought it out from between her legs, hitting the edge of the bowl and spilling  it down onto her panties and shorts.


"Good Damit." Mary yelled.

Mary looked down at her pink panties, then set the container  on the floor. Her panties were wet, right in the spot they would be if she had of peed in them herself. Mary took some toilette paper and started to try and soak up the pee that was now in her underwear. She used quite a bit but all the wetness would not go away. Mary seeing she was not going to get her panties any dryer, wiped herself, stood up and gently pulled her now wet underwear up her legs. Mary looked down at herself once she got them pulled up.

"Of course it would look like I wet myself."

Mary pulled her black shorts up and felt the front of them.

"At least they did not get too wet."

Mary picked up the container, screwed the lid on and took some paper towel and wipe the sides off. Mary proceeded to wash her hand. Picking up the container she made her way out the bathroom and down the hall to the first office she had been in. On the  walk down she could feel the wet panties between her legs, she just hoped no one would notice.

Mary opened the door to the office and walked in. Her Mom and the nurse were talking but stopped once they heard the door open.

"How did you make out?"

"Okay." Mary said handing the container to the nurse.

"Thank you. Have a seat up on the exam table and I will let the doctor know you are ready to see her."

The nurse took the container and walked out. Mary sat up on the exam table. Once she sat down she could feel her wet underwear more then ever. She moved around trying to get comfortable but no matter how she sat, she could feel the wetness. Mary looked down between her legs and was glad the black shorts did not show any signs of being wet.

A short time later with no talk between Barb and  Mary, a lady in a white coat came into the room. Doctor Armour sat down in the office chair. Doctor Armour was mid forties with blonde hair. She stood about 5'8" and was in very good shape. Doctor Armour looked over the notes that were in front of her. She got up and walked over toward Mary.

"Hi Mary my name is Doctor Armour."

"Hi,"

"I'm going to need you to lie down on the exam table for me please."

Mary did as she was told and instead of the Doctor directing her questions towards Mary she turned her head toward Barb.

"Has Mary had any trouble in school lately or at home?" she said as she pushed Mary's shirt up and started to feel Mary's stomach.

"No. Not that I know of. She is a straight A student."

The Doctor moved her hands down toward  Mary's shorts.

"I just need to slide you shorts down some." the doctor said taking both hands and pulling Mary's shorts down to just below her hips. The doctor looked at Mary's panties and the wet mark on the front of them.

"Can you sit up for me please."

Mary sat up. The Doctor took her legs and pulled them around so that they hung over the side of the table. Once Mary was sitting with her legs hanging over the table and her shorts down below her panties her mother noticed her wet panties.

"Ohhh, Mary not again." she said holding up her hand to her mouth.


Before Mary could say anything. The doctor turned to Barb and said, "It's ok. Let's not make a big deal out of it okay."

Mary was happy for some reason the doctor said that to her mother. She also wanted to tell the both of them that she had spilled the container, she had not wet her pants. But the Doctor never gave her a chance to speak.

"Stand up please." the doctor instructed.

Mary stood up and the Doctor pulled Mary shorts down. Then she pulled down Mary's panties. Mary stepped out of them. Then doctor set the shorts on the side of the table but took the panties and placed them in the sink at the back of the room. Mary stood half naked with her mother looking at her while the doctor had put her panties in the sink.

The doctor came back to her.

"Can you lie down for me again?"

Mary sat back on the table and laid down. The Doctor pushed on Mary's tummy and took some notes. She spent about five minutes.

"Ok Mary you just lie here for a few minutes. The nurse will be back in with you shortly." The doctor faced Barb and said, "Can I talk to you out there please?" pointing at the door.

Barb and the Doctor went out the door, shutting it behind them. Mary lied on the exam table half naked wondering why the Doctor needed to talk to her mother.  A few minutes later the nurse walked through the door holding a plastic bag and something white. Mary could not tell what the white thing was. The nurse went to the sink, picked up Mary's underwear and placed them in the bag. She tied the bag up and set it beside the chair where Barb had been sitting. The nurse walked up to Mary still holding on to the white thing in her hand.

"Okay. You can get up now and get dressed." the nurse said sitting the white thing on top of Mary's shorts.

Mary sat up, swung her legs around the edge of the table and stood up. Mary looked at the white thing on top of her shorts. She looked at it for a few seconds. Mary reached out and touched it.

The nurse watched as Mary reached out and touched the adult pull up that she had brought in with her. Mary picked up the pull up and looked at it closer.

"What is this?" Mary asked.

"It's some protection for you. It will help with your accidents."

"But I don't need it." Mary yelled out.

"Believe me, it will pass. It's  best for  now until we can get things figured out for you."

Mary looked at the pull up again, not waiting to put it on. The nurse came over to her and took it from Mary's hands.

"It goes on just like your regular underwear." The nurse pulled the pull up apart and pointed to the little mark on the inside of the pull up. "This indicates the back of the the pull up".

The nurse held out the pull up for Mary to take back, but Mary just stared at it, wanting nothing to do with wearing another pull-up.  Finally the nurse bend down holding the pull up open.

"Step in please." the nurse said looking up at Mary.

"No. I don't need to wear that."

"Mary. Would you like me to go and get a diaper for you instead of this pull up?" The nurse said sternly.

"Noo.".

"Then lift you leg up please. 1,2,3…"

Mary lifted her right leg up and the nurse slipped the pull-up up her foot. Mary lifted her left leg and the nurse slipped it over her foot and then pulled the pull-up up past her knees and up around her waist. Mary stood there looking down at the pull-up around her waist. It was so much bigger then the one she had worn yesterday.

"No. Please I don't need this." Mary pleaded.

"Can you put your shorts on? Or do you need help with them also?" The nurse said holding up the black shorts.

Mary took the shorts from the nurse and started to put them on. Mary got them on and pulled them up. The pull-up was three inches above her shorts and her shirt was not long enough to cover it. Mary tried pulling her shirt down farther but no matter how much she pulled it would not stay down. The door opened and her mother walked in.

"Mary is all set to go." the nurse said picking up the bag with Mary's wet underwear. "I put her wet underwear in the bag for you."

"Thank you." Barb said taking the bag from the nurse. "All set Mary."

"Mom. I don't need this pull-up. Please."

Barb walked over to Mary. "It's okay honey."

Barb took her daughters hand and walked out of the room. Mary followed along trying to walk normal but with the padding between her legs,  she was having a hard time. Mary put her hand on her shirt and pulled it down so that she could not see the pull-up. They walked past the reception desk and through the waiting room. They got out the front doors and walked towards the car.

"Mom, I don't need this pull-up. Please can I take it off?"

Barb let go of Mary's hand and put her hand down on Mary's bottom and gave it a little pat. "Sweetie, it's ok. The doctor said that this will pass. Now we just need to make a one stop and then we can go home. Don't worry everything will be okay."

They had made it to the car and Barb opened the door for Mary.

"Mom please. I swear I don't need to wear this. It's all a miss understanding."

Barb let Mary get in the car, then bent down. "Mary. The doctor said she could not find anything wrong with you. She said that it is most likely stress that is causing you to have accidents. I was so relived when the doctor told me that, I really thought there might be something bad.  We just need to lower your stress level. Don't worry Mommy will make everything better." Barb stood up and closed the door. She walked around to the driver side and got in. Mary was still looking out the side window, trying to figure out what her mother had just said. She was not under any stress other then going through what she went through yesterday. She turned to her mother.

"I'm not under any stress Mom. Like I said this is all a big misunderstanding. I don't need to wear this stupid pull-up."

Barb placed her hand on Mary's leg."Honey try not to worry about it. Just relax. Once we get home we can sit down and talk about it. Okay?"

Mary looked back out the side window. This is crazy. Why can't Mom just believe me that I don't need to wear this thing. She would fill her in on everything when they get home. She will tell her all about yesterday and Michelle. The daycare worker and how it was all Michelle's fault she is in the position she is in now.

Before Mary realized the car was stopped, her Mother was opening her door. Mary looked out the windshield. They were at a pharmacy. Barb walked around and opened Mary's door, taking her hand and pulling her out of the car.

"Mom. What are we doing?"

"The doctor told me this was the best place to get you some more protection. We will only be a few minutes I sure, then we can go home."

Mary stopped once she was out of the car. She started to stomp her foot and yelled. "MOM I'M NOT GOING IN THERE TO GET DIAPERS. I DON'T NEED THEM. THIS IS NOT RIGHT."

Barb watched as her teenager daughter through a temper tantrum. She could not remember the last time she had seen her act this way. She knew it had to be many, many years since Mary had done something like this. Barb grabbed Mary's hand tighter and closed the car door. She pulled Mary close to her and said, "Mary stop acting like a child. I'm just trying to help you. You don't need to make a scene like this. Now come on."

Mary was so mad and frustrated that she did not know what to do to stop her Mother from dragging her into the pharmacy. Barb opened the door to the store and pulled Mary in. Mary looked around and was surprised how small the store was. There were only about 6 isles with a counter on the far side.

Mary walked behind her mother and once they got to the counter Mary stood even farther behind her mother.

"Hi. Can I help you with something." said a young man that was behind the counter.

"Yes. Doctor Armour from the walk-in clinic told me that you had the best selection for adult diapers."

"Yes. Just go to the back of the store and there is a door that goes into our incontinence section. . Our lady that usually looks after the incontinence products  is off today but her daughter is back there and will be able to help you."


"Thank you" said Barb walking towards the back of the store with Mary in tow.

"Mom please. Can we just go home?  I don't need anything."

Barb ignored Mary and opened the door in the back of the store. Mary followed her in and looked around. Shelves and shelves of bags. Mary was looking at all the different packages that were on the shelves and   she did not see the women come from her right side.

"Good Morning. Can I help you find something. "

Mary turned slowly  when she heard the voice. She recognized the voice. Once she seen the women that had just talked, her mouth dropped. Once the women seen Mary's face, her mouth dropped also.

Barb let go of Mary's hand and said, "Hi I'm Barb this is Mary. We just came from the walk-in clinic, Doctor Armour sent us here."

"Ohh. Ohh. Hi. I'm Rita. Rita Mitchell. I'm just filling in for my mother today, but I'm sure I can help you find what you need." Rita said thinking that Mary somehow had found her here and brought her mother in to confront her about what she had done to her daughter yesterday in the daycare.

Mary's mouth was still open. No way, she thought. What are the chances of the daycare worker being here. Mary had no idea of what to do or say. Should she tell her mother this was the person that had started all of this craziness? Would she tell her mother all about yesterday and get her into trouble?

Rita looked at Mary then back at Barb. "So what is it that I can help you with?"

"Well Mary has been having some accidents and we need to get her some protection."

"Oh, I see." Rita said looking at Mary again. "Are you using anything now?"

"No."

Rita walked up to Mary and saw  Mary was wearing more then regular panties under her shorts. "I see Mary has something on now."

"Oh yes. The walk-in clinic gave us  that."

"I see. What type of accidents are we talking about. Wet or messy? Or both?"

"Wetting. Mary had a few accidents yesterday. Then she woke up to a wet bed this morning."

"Okay. Let me show you a few products that should work the best. They are right over here. Mary why don't you sit here." Rita said pointing towards a chair that was in the corner.

Mary still in shock about seeing the daycare worker again, walked towards the chair and sat down. Mary looked at Rita and her mother walk away from her. Mary put her hands up to her face and a few tears started to fill her eyes. What I'm i going to do? Mary looked at the door and thought about running out it, but she knew that would not do any good.

Rita walked with Barb. She got as far away from Mary as she could, so that  Mary would have a hard time hearing them. Rita was still thinking that she was going to get confronted about the events that happened yesterday.

"You say Mary had a few accidents yesterday?"

"Yes. She came home from school and she was wearing a child's pull-up. It was wet along with her pants. Then she woke to a wet  bed this morning."

"Did the Doctor say if anything was wrong with her?"

"No. She said she could not find anything. She thought it was most likely  stress related."

"I see. Did Mary say how she came about wetting her pants yesterday."

"She did, but I think she was not telling me the truth."

Rita now knew that Mary had not said anything about her or what really happened yesterday. She relaxed a little.  "Oh. Well let me show you a few products that will work for both her and yourself. Right here is a Abena." Rita held up a Abena S4 and unfolded it. "Now this goes on just like a baby diaper but it has four tapes instead of two."

"You mean it's a diaper and not a pull-up?"

"Yes. You don't want pull-ups. They do not stand up like a diaper. These are the best diapers on the market. You will be washing clothes from leaks if you use pull-ups. A diaper is the best way to go."

"Really. I thought the pull-ups would be much easier for her."

"The problem with older children is that they will not want to wear any type  of diaper and you will be chasing after her about wearing them, but if you are the one looking after diapering,  then you will know that she is protected at all times. I'm sure it will be hard at first but she will come around. I'll  tell you what. Let me talk to Mary. I will take a couple of the products with me and show her. I deal with this all the time.  I will get her right size and see if I can't find out a little more about her accidents."


Barb thought for a few seconds and then said, "I guess that would be ok."

"Ok. Great. Here let me show you something that we just got in. This is a diaper shirt. It snaps together between the legs. I'm sure you used these when Mary was younger.  It holds the diaper in place and the best thing about these are the  snaps can only be opened when they are turned in the correct spot. Here let me show you."

Rita took a white  onesie off the shelve and showed Barb the snaps. She turned the snap with her finger nail and popped it open. Rita snapped it back, then turned the snap with her finger nail. "Here, try and open the snap."

Barb took the onesie and tried pulling the snap apart but not matter how hard she pulled it would not come apart.

"Now, just turn the snap so that it is facing this way." Rita said pointing at the snap.

Barb turned the snap with her finger nail and presto, she could open the snap. "But I don't understand why I would need something like this. Mary is more then upset that she is wearing a pull-up now. She will be really upset if I try and get her to wear something so babyish."

"Believe me, from past experiences with older children and diapers, they try and take them off, every chance they get. This onesie will  insure that she is diapered at all times. You will not have to worry about her taking her diaper off in the middle of the night and then waking up to a wet bed, just making more work for you. I will take one with me and don't worry I will talk to her about it. It would be best not to mention the snaps."

"I see what you are saying and that makes sense. Thank you."

"No problem. I will be back shortly. You can look around. You will need some wipes and powder."

Rita took the Abena diaper and the onesie and walked back towards  Mary.

"Come with me Mary." Rita said opening a door that was right beside her.

Mary got up and walked past Rita and through the opened door. Rita shut the door behind her and then stated to laugh out loud.

"What is going on Mary? Those are cute pull-ups you are wearing. I guess putting that pull-up on you yesterday was a good thing. Uhmm. Your Mommy said you woke up to a wet bed this morning? You and your friend like acting like babies? What's wrong, your friend got to wear diapers yesterday, now you want to wear them today?"

"No. I don't want anything to do with them. This is all your fault." Mary yelled.

"My fault. How did I make you wet your bed?"

"Because of what you did to me."

"I didn't  do anything to you."

"You poured water into that pull-up."

"So. What has that got to do with you wetting your bed like a toddler?"

"Because. Because…" Mary could not think of the words to tell her it was a dream.

"Nothing? You know when I saw  you, I thought you had brought your Mother because you told her what happened yesterday at school. Now talking to your mother I know you never said a word about it. Did you?"

Mary shook her head and said, "No."

"Now your mommy thinks you're having problems getting to the potty. So here is what going to happen. You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

"What. No way." Mary shouted out.

"No. Okay. I guess I will go back in out there and tell your mommy exactly what you and your friend did then."

Mary did not want that. "No. Don't."

"Then are you going to do what I tell you?"

Mary put her head down and stared at the floor.

"I will take that as a yes. Now pull your shorts down."

Mary looked up at Rita. She put her hands on both sides of her shorts and pulled them down to her knees.

"All the way off."

Mary stepped out of the shorts. Rita  took them from her and tossed them to the side.

"Now the pull-ups." Rita said smiling.

Mary slide the pull-ups down and then stepped out of them. Standing in front of Rita half naked and blushing.

Rita un-folded the abena diaper and held it out in front of Mary.

"This is what you are going to be wearing from now on."

Mary looked at the big diaper. She could not believe how thick it looked and the sound it made when Rita had opened it up.

"No. Please. I don't what to wear that." Mary whined.

"To bad. Now spread your legs."

Mary took a step sideways with her right foot. Rita stepped closer and put the diaper between Mary's legs. Rita pulled it up. She taped one side closed  then the other.

"There. Let's go show your mommy your new diapers."

Mary went to close her legs  but with the thick diaper between them, they stayed apart.

"Now when you get out there. You are going to say, Mommy I wet my pull ups and it  leaked."

"What? I'm not saying that." Mary said with a scared look on her face.

"Oh yes you are little girl. You are, or  I will just tell your Mommy about you tricking me into putting you and your friend into diapers yesterday."

Mary looked down at the diaper that was bulging around her waist. She could not let her mother find out about yesterday from this women. She had to be the one to tell her now. Her mother would flip out if she found out Mary had not told her the truth about yesterday.

Mary looked up and away from the diaper. "Ok."

"Good. Let's go show Mommy."

Rita took Mary by the hand and walked her out of the change room. Mary could feel her bum moving back and forth more then ever. Rita walked her towards Barb who now had a bottle of baby powder in one hand and a box of wipes in the other.

"This diaper looks like it would be the best for Mary." Rita said pointing to Mary's waist.

Barb was shocked to see her daughter standing there in the biggest,  thickest diaper she had ever seen. Mary looked ten years younger standing there in a diaper and a shirt. "Ohh." is all Barb said.

Rita looked at Mary waiting for her to say what she was told to say.

Mary put her head down and softly said, "Mommy I wet my pull-up and it leaked."

Barb looked at Rita. Rita was moving her head up and down as to agree with what Mary said.

"Sweetie that's okay. I'm sure these new diapers will not leak. You will not have to worry about that anymore."

"I just waited to show you the diaper on her before I got her dressed." Rita turned Mary around so that her back was to her mother. Rita put her hand on Mary's bum, patted it a few times and  said. "There is lots of room in case Mary as a messy accident also."

Mary started to cry. Tears ran down her face. She put her hands up and wiped the tears away.

"Well I hope that does not start happening." Barb said.

"Well sometimes little girls forget and it just happens. But not to worry these diapers will hold up."

Rita took Mary by the hand and walked her back to the change room. She shut the door.

"Very good Mary. Now we just need to get you into your new shirt. Stop your crying. This is what you wanted."

Mary wiped a few more tears away and said, "No it's not."

Rita held up the  onesie. "Take your shirt off. And the bra."

Mary pulled her shirt off shaking and still crying. She un-did her bra and slipped it off.    Rita pulled the onesie over Mary's head and put her arms through. She bent down and snapped the three snaps closed  that were between Mary's legs, taking her finger nail and turning the them.

"Put on your shorts and come back out." Rita picked up Mary shirt and bra. "By the way before you leave the store you need to tell your Mommy you want  to go to McDonald's for lunch, in the best baby talk you can. And by the way I think those diapers suit you."

Rita opened the door and walked out. Mary looked down at the onesie. It had made her look like she had now boobs. Not that she had much to start with but her two A cups had almost disappeared.  Her diaper was bulging underneath. She pick up her shorts to put them on. She had a hard time getting her tight shorts up and over her diaper.  She looked in the mirror that was in the room. She moved so that she could see her bum. Anyone that looked at her would know she was wearing a diaper. The tears flowed more and more as she stared at her puffed out diapered bottom.  She did not want to leave the dressing room, but she also did not want Rita talking to her mother with out her there.   Mary started to walk towards the door when she heard the diaper crinkle loudly. She put her hand on  her bum and pushed on it. Crinkle, crinkle. Mary wiped the tears away and slowly walked out.

"So what do you think?" Rita asked Barb.

"Well I'm not sure what to think. I never imagined having to put my daughter back in diapers, let alone have to change her."

"I know its a lot to take in, but I think this is the best for her. You know the way she talked, I think this as been going on for a lot longer then the past couple days."

"Really? I had no idea."

"Why don't you take what you have there and I will bring the rest up to the front. I will get Mary to carry something for me."

"Ok. Thank you very much for your help."

"No problem." Rita pulled out a card and a pen. She wrote her cell number on the back of the card and handed it to Barb. "Please give me a call in a couple days and let me know how it's going. If you need anything else just call anytime."

Mary stood there as Rita handed her mother the card. Barb looked at her daughter standing there in her new onesie and puffed out bottom.

"You're going to help Rita carry somethings out. I will meet you up front."

Barb walked away from Rita and her daughter. Mary watched her open the door and walk through. Rita looked at Mary with a big smile.

"Don't forget to tell Mommy that you want to go to McDonald's." Rita took Mary's hand and walked a few feet. Rita picked up one white onesie and a pink one. She handed them to Mary. "You can carry these. I will carry your case of diapers." Rita turned with Mary in tow and picked up a case of Abena S4 diapers. "This should do you for a couple weeks." Rita had let go of Mary's hand to pick up the case of diapers. "Follow me." Rita said walking towards the door. Mary waddled behind Rita carrying two onesies, looking at  Rita carry a box full of diapers.