Teenager Troubles 1

Teenager Trouble Chapter 1.


"Hi Linda. How have you been?" I said standing in the cold meat section of the local grocery store.

"I am fine Kim, how are you and Michelle doing? You look great by the way."

I had gotten in shape since my husband left me 3 years back for a younger woman. With the settlement I had gotten from the separation, I was able to quit work. I spent most of my time in the gym and the other trying to control my 17 year old daughter Michelle.

"Thank you Linda. I am doing fine. As far as Michelle is concerned, well that is a long story I am afraid."

"Really, things not good with MIchelle? Has she grown any since the last time I seen her?"

"I think that is the biggest problem. No she has not grown any since she was 8 years old. I think her attitude stems from that. It is so hard for her to fit in with the other kids, that in the last year she has been acting out in a bad way. I even put her in a private school hoping that the small class size would help, but it does not seem to be helping at all. She seems to have found the baddest kids she could and started hanging around them. Nothing but trouble, I tell you."

"I am so sorry to hear that Kim. She was such a nice girl when we were neighbours, her and Jennifer played together all the time." Linda looked around the store noticing there was no one else around. "You know Kim, I might be able to help you out with her. I started my own practice about 20 mins from town. I am now working with special needs children. We have developed a new drug that seems to be working for them."

I listen to Dr Linda Beacher tell me she could help with Michelle but I was not following her. "I don't understand LInda or would you like me to call you Dr. Beacher?"

Linda laughed and said, "Linda is fine outside of my office."

I chuckled and continued, "I don't understand what you are saying. You said you worked with special needs children. Michelle is very smart, straight A's until this past year. I don't understand how you could help with her bad behaviour."

"I will try and explain, but it might be better if you came into my office with MIchelle. I think it would be easier for you to understand, once you seen everything I am doing. You see my fellow researchers have develop a new drug that when given to a special needs child, it helps them focus, but they found that when given to a child that is above average intelligence it makes it harder for them to focus. We are not sure why that is yet, but with the test we have done, any child that takes the drug, there have been no side effects once they are off the drug for a few months."

"I am sorry Linda, I still don't get how this will help me with Michelle. I want her to do well in school not worse. I don't see how her not being able to focus, will help her any."

"Its ok Kim. I know it is hard to understand. Ok, think of it this way. Michelle takes the drug for a few days and she will have a hard time staying focused on things she does in everyday life. Watching the shows that she normally watches, will become hard for her to follow. As each day passes, shows for young children will be her choice. She will be able to follow these types of shows much, much easier. She will not be thinking of going out with her bad friends as you put it, but trying to figure out how to get dressed by herself. After she stops taking the drug all of the children seem to follow direction of authority figures 90% better. It seems that they are learning all over, so they asked for help when making decisions that they could not figure out on there own."

My head was spinning after Linda finished talking. "Are you saying MIchelle will regress? I am still not following all of this."

"Well yes in a way. I don't like to use the word regress but yes, basically she will go back to they way she was at say 4 years old maybe 3 years old. It's hard to say because it has been different with each child. You know how a toddler cannot stay focused for very long. Or when they are playing with a new toy and everything else is put on the back burner, thats the way MIchelle will be, as long as she is taking the drug. Once she is off the drug, you will be able to have her act and behave the way you tell her. It's a long process but well worth it in the end. You really need to bring Michelle into my office and I promise everything will make sense to you."

"Even if I thought this would help her, how am I going to get her to come to your office?"

"Just tell her that I might be able to help her with a new growth drug that we have produced. I would think, she would not pass that up. Would she?"

I thought for a few seconds. It seemed like a good excuse to get her to go see the doctor, but I had mixed feelings about tricking her. MIchelle being less then 80lbs and under four feet tall at 17 years old. She would run through fire to have a chance to get bigger. "I guess that would work but this seems a little wrong." I said to Linda.

"I know it seems that way, but look at this way. You are going to be keeping her out of trouble and stop her from wrecking the rest of her life. The drug has been approved by the FDA so there is no problem there. Here is my card. Just give me a call in the next couple days and we can set up a time for you to bring Michelle in. If you think I need to talk to her just call when she is there and I can talk to her."

Linda handed me her business card and then we hugged and parted ways. I walked down the aisle thinking about all that Linda had said. I was not sure it was the right thing to do but it sure would be nice not to have Michelle swearing and yelling at me every day because I told her she could not do something she thought she should be able to do. I have always tried to treat Michelle as a young adult even though she looks every part of a child not yet at double digits.

I made my way out of the store and into my SUV. I could not stop thinking about MIchelle and all the bad things she has done in the last year. Just a month ago her and two friends were arrested because they got caught spray painting the walls of the public school. I had to go to the police station to pick her up. The police officer yelled at me for 20 mins because he thought Michelle was much younger then she was. She did not have any I.D. on her when they picked her up and they would not believe her when she told them she was 17. I finally explained to the officer that she was indeed 17 but there still was no excuse for her to be out causing trouble. No charges were laid and Michelle did not seem to think it was a big deal. She just said, "Oh well nothing happened Mom. Don't worry about it."

After I had gotten home and put the food away, Michelle came home from school. Michelle came in the front door and dropped her bag on the floor, kick off her shoes and dropped her jacket on the ground.

"Michelle can you pick up your jacket and hang it up for me please." I said standing in the door way.

"I am going back out anyway. I am going to a friends house for supper." Michelle said starting her way up the stairs.

Michelle never even looked at me. She just walked up the stairs to her room. A few minutes later she came down in a pair of jeans that she wears almost everyday because they are a pair that we found that don't look like they belong to a kindergartener. Her black t-shirt and hair up in a pony tail, trying to look as old as she could.

"How late are you going to be Michelle?" I asked watching her pull her jacket back on.

"I don't know. When I get back I get back."

"Can you please try and not be to late. It is a school night." I said thinking after I should not have said it that way.

"So what. School is fucked away way. That school you put me in sucks." Michelle yelled slipping her shoes on.

"There is no need to swear MIchelle. Please watch your mouth young lady."

"WHATEVER MOM."

I stood there looking at my daughter that looked no older then 8. Yelling and swearing. Something just came over me and I said, "Michelle I ran into Dr. LInda Beacher today. She said she might be able to help you with a new growth drug they have made. Would you like to go see her?"

Michelle stopped just before she opened the door. She turned and finally looked at me for the first time since she got home. "I guess I could go see her. Really, she thinks she could make me grow?"

"That's what she said today. Would you like me to set up an appointment for tomorrow if I can?"

"Sure. At least I would miss school if nothing else." Michelle said opening the door and heading outside.

After, I felt bad for telling MIchelle a lie, but I had to do something for her before she got into a lot of trouble. I pulled the card out of my wallet and reached for the phone. I was glad to see Linda had put her cell number on the card.

Chapter 2.

"HI Linda. Sorry for calling you at home but after talking to you today I want to bring Michelle in to see you. Is there away way I could bring her in tomorrow?"

"Thats ok Kim. Yes bring her in at 9:00 am. I will make sure my nurse gets her in to see me.  The address is on the card. If you have any problems, don't hesitate to call me anytime."

"Thank you very much Linda. See you in the morning."

"Ok bye."

I hung up the phone and sat in the chair. I was thinking I should have ask a few more questions. I still did not understand everything Linda had said earlier.  Hopefully tomorrow things will become clearer.  I got up and made myself some supper and waited for Michelle to come home.

It was just before midnight when I heard the front door open. I put down my book and walked towards the hallway.

Michelle was closing the door behind her. When she turned to take her shoes off, she seen me standing there.

"I made an appointment for tomorrow morning at 9:00am for you to see Dr. Beacher."  I said noticing Michelle's eyes were very blood shot.

"Ok." is all she said back.

I watched her take her jacket off and drop it on the floor, just like she did earlier in the day. She started to go up the stairs when I walked over and grabbed her arm.

I could smell beer. "Have you been drinking Michelle?" I asked still holding on to her arm.

"Yes. So what it I have. What do you care?" she said trying to get away from me.

"I care because you are only 17. There is no way you should be drinking at your age. I think somethings need to change around here young lady."

I held her arm a little tighter and walked up the stairs dragging her the whole way.  I could not believe at 17 she had been drinking and did not even care to try and hide it.  I walked her into her bedroom and pushed her onto her bed. I sat down beside her and said, "You know better then to be drinking Michelle. I cannot believe that you would not even try and hide the fact that you were drinking. What am I going to do with you?"

"You are going to do nothing. Its my life and if I want to drink I will." she yelled out.

"Ok, I can see that I am not going to get anywhere with you tonight. You get ready for bed and we will talk about this in the morning. You had better be ready to go by 8:30am." I said getting off the bed and walking out the bedroom door.

I was so mad at her I knew that the best thing to do was just walk away and let a calmer head talk to her in the morning. I went and got ready for bed and set my alarm for 7:00am.


7:00am came and I got up to get ready. I walked towards Michelle's bedroom and looked in. Michelle was half under the covers but I could tell she was still in the clothes she had worn to go out last night.  I let her sleep well I went and jumped in the shower and got myself ready to go see LInda.

It was close to 8:00am before I had gotten ready and had my first cup of coffee.  I had not heard any noise from Michelle's room yet, so I figured I had better go and wake her up.

I walked into her bedroom and put my hand on her shoulder. "Michelle you need to get up and get ready to go please." I said shaking her shoulder.

Michelle just turned over and grunted. I took the blankets and pulled them the rest of the way off her.  Sure enough she was still in her jeans and t-shirt.  She did not even take her hair out of the ponytail. When I looked again at her jeans,  I notice that they looked wet. I reached down and felt the front of her jeans. The reason they looked wet was because they were. I guess drinking beer with a body of an  8 year old is not the best thing to do. Especially when you don't use the bathroom before you go to bed.  I knew she had not wet the bed in many years and when she finally wakes up to find out that she had, she would not be happy. She tries so hard to act older then she really is, because of her size.

I looked down at her trying to decide how to handle it. I don't like to make her fell bad, but maybe she would think twice about drinking again if I made a big deal out of it.

I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth. I put in under the sink tap and got some warm water on it.  I rung it out and then picked up a towel off the shelf.  I walked back into her room and opened her dresser draw.

MIchelle had all kinds of different underwear in the top. . It was hard to find underwear that she would wear because most of the underwear that would fit her were meant for 6 to 8 year olds. I always try to find some that are just plain with no pictures or any design on them.  I think today would be a good day to find a pair that are the most childish I can find.  I picked up a few pairs that were stacked on top. I knew I would have to get to the bottom to find the pair that she would never wear anymore.  The last pair at the bottom were the pair she would be wearing today.   They were pink with Dora the Explorer on the back. When I picked them up I was surprised how thick they were. We have been living in this house since I had gotten married and had Michelle. These must have been in her dresser for a long time and had  been left in the bottom. Since she has not grown any for at least 9 years most of the clothes we bought then still fit her.  They were more or less training pants for young girls who might have a small accident.  I walked over to the closest and found a pair of jeans with no design or pictures on them. I also grabbed pink shirt, that looked more like a younger child would wear.

I made my way over to Michelle and set the clothes on the bed. Michelle was still sound asleep and it was getting close to 8:15am.

"Come on Michelle you need to get up. We need to get going to make by 9:00am. Also you have had an accident. I need to get you out of your wet jeans. So come on get up."

Once I said she had had an accident she reached down with her right hand and felt her jeans.  She then slapped the top of the bed when she figured out that she had indeed wet the bed.

"Maybe drinking is not such a good idea, hmmm." I said taking her by the leg and pulling her around so that her leg was over the side of the bed.

"Leave me alone I can get ready by myself." Michelle screamed out.

I paid no attention to her. I  took her hand and lifted her up off the bed. She was standing beside her bed in wet pants. Not looking anywhere near 17 years old. Not they she looked 17 with out having wet pants, but this seem to make it worse.   I took a hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head.  MIchelle never wears a bra because she has not develop any breast yet. She did try a bra that was very padded once but it just never worked out they way she thought it should.

"Mom stop it. I can do this myself. I am not a baby." MIchelle said trying to cover up her chest.

"Really, you are not a baby. Ok then, lets get the big girl wet pants and panties off her then." I said looking right in her eyes.

MIchelle's head dropped down after I had said that.  I pulled the button on top of her pants and pulled the zipper down.  I took a hold of the side of her pants and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

"Lift your foot up please." I said pulling her foot out of the jeans.

"Other foot please." I got the jeans off her and set them on the floor.

"Mom please stop this." MIchelle said almost in tears now.

Again I paid no attention to what she said and  pulled her wet panties down. This time I did not have to say anything. She just lifted her feet up when I needed her to.  I took the wet wash cloth and started to run it over the front and back of her.

"Mom stop." she said moving back a little.

She had no where to go since I was kneeing in front of her and the bed was right behind her.

"Do you want to smell like pee all day Michelle?" I said finishing up cleaning her off.

"No"

"Then just stand still and let me finish. We are going to be late."

I took the towel and dried her off. I picked up the pink underwear and held them out for her to step into. She did stay anything about the panties that I was pulling up her legs and around her waist. I was sure she would be putting up a fight , not wanting to wear them, but she never said anything.  Even after I got them on her, she did not seem to notice the thickness of her pink panties.  I took the jeans and did the same thing. Grabbing the shirt I pulled it down over her head and buttoned the top 3 buttons.  I fixed her hair a little, took her hand and walked her down the stairs to the front door.

"We can stop and get you something to eat and drink on the way. Get your sandals on. I need to go get my purse."

When I got back Michelle had put her sandals on and her jacket. She was standing at the front door, not looking really good. I am guessing she has a bit of a hangover, from all the beer she drank last night.

"Ok lets go." I said taking her by the hand and leading her out the front door.

Michelle went to the back door of the truck. It was one thing she never said anything about, riding in the back seat of a car. Over the years we have been stopped by the police because they have seen her in the front seat, not thinking she was old enough to be riding up front with the air bag.  The officers always apologized after, but still insisted that she should ride in the back seat to be safe. So for the past 4 or 5 years she just always gets in the back seat.

MIchelle got in the back and buckled her seat belt.  I got in and started the truck.

"Do you just want a bagel and something to drink?" I asked looking in the rear view mirror at her.

"Yes thats fine. I am not really hungry."

"Maybe drinking was not such a great idea last night. What do you think?

"I am fine." she blurted out.

"You don't look so good this morning and I guess you did not mind waking up to a wet bed this morning." I said smiling.

I seen Michelle in the mirror drop her head down at  the mention of her wetting the bed the bed.

"By the way, what friend did you go see last night. I hope drinking was the only bad thing you did last night. I don't want to hear from someone else, if you did something else."

"Just a friend from my old school. You would not know her. I only had a couple of beers anyway."

"A couple too many, by the look of your wet jeans this morning. Don't you think?" I said trying to find a way to bring up her wetting the bed as much as I could.

Michelle had nothing to say after that comment I made.

I pulled into the Tim Horton's drive thru and ordered a toasted bagle and orange juice for Michelle. I also ordered a coffee and bagel for myself.  When I got up to the window to pay the young girl taking the money said, "good morning." and looked over me and seen Michelle sitting in the back seat.  She took my money and came back with the change.  A few seconds later she handed me my coffee and the two bagels.

"It will just be a second for the orange juice. I got them to put it in a plastic cup and straw for your daughter." she said letting the window close.

Michelle sat up a little at the mention of her getting a plastic cup. "Jesus Christ, could she not just give me the orange juice in the same container it comes in."

"MIchelle, there is no need to swear like that. She does know you are 17. How many times do we have to go through this before you realize, people have a hard time seeing you as a 17 year old." I said turning around to face her.

She was a little taken back. I don't normally say to much to her because I know it must be tough for her, but enough is enough. If the girl had seen her this morning standing beside her bed in wet jeans and panties, or if she seen the underwear she is wearing now. She might just have asked if I wanted to pour it in her sippy cup.

The window opened back up and the young girl handed me the plastic white cup with fish swimming around the outside and a pink lid with the straw sticking out the top.  I took the cup and said, "Thank you."

"Have a nice day." the young girl said.

I handed the cup back to Michelle and she put it in the cup holder on the side of the door.  I drove out the parking lot and headed towards Dr. Beacher's office.

Chapter 3.

I know the town well so I knew the street that Dr. Beacher's office was on. I just could not remember ever seeing a office building on this street.  I seen the number out front and looked at a huge brand new office building. I turned into the parking lot and parked the truck.

I got out and went around to the back to wait for Michelle. Michelle got out of the truck.

"Did you want to bring your drink with you. I am not sure how long we will be in there." I said holding my coffee cup.

Michelle turned and picked up her plastic cup and shut the door. I pushed the lock button on my remote and we walked towards the back doors of the office building.

Once we got into the doors, to the right was a huge pharmacy. The name on the top of the entrance, was one I had never seen before. "Mother's Helper Pharmacy."

Looking in, I could see rows of highchairs, strollers and cribs. There was racks of clothing also in the corner by the front window.  I stopped and looked closer noticing that they seemed larger then normal baby items. They all looked to be in the same colour schemes as you would see in any baby store but it was the larger size of everything  that took me by surprise.

Michelle and I walked to the board listing the Doctors that were in the building. I found Dr. Linda Beacher, room 117.

"Looks like we just have to go though this door here Michelle." I said holding the door open for Michelle to walk through.

We found the door with the number 117 on it and Dr. Linda Beacher name underneath. I reached out and opened the door again for Michelle. We walked in and around a corner. The waiting room had chairs lined up against the wall on one side and there was a play area for younger children by the other wall.

There was one girl and one boy sitting on the play mat playing with some toys. The two kids were much bigger then Michelle. They were almost as tall as her sitting on the play mat.  The girl was dressed in a one piece jumper and the boy was in what look to be a sailor suit all one piece.  For as big as these two children were there clothing did not match there size.  Two women sat reading magazines in the chairs closest to the window for the reception.

"Why don't you sit and I will let them know we are here." I said pointing to the chairs.

Michelle took a seat and I walked up to the window. I waited for a few seconds before a young lady that looked to be about 25 came from around the side and seen me standing there.

"Good morning. My daughter Michelle has an appointment to see Dr. Beacher at 9:00am."

"Yes. Dr. Beacher told me all about it this morning. I will just need you to fill out these forms and sign the bottom. I will be out to get  you shortly." The young girl handed me a clip board  and a pen.

"Ok. Thank you."

I took the clip board and went and sat beside Michelle. I started to fill out the form. The girl that was playing on the play mat got up and came towards us.  You could see that see was 12 maybe 13 years old. The one piece jumper made her look a little younger then she might have been.  She walked up in front of MIchelle and said, "Would you like to play with me?"

Michelle looked at her with a discussed look on her face and said, "No, I would not."

The girl looked like she was about to cry.

I turned to Michelle and said, "Be nice Michelle. She just asked you a question. There is no reason to be rude." I turned to the girl and said, "Sorry honey she is not ready to play yet this morning."

Michelle looked at me and said, "I don't play, ever."

The girl turned and walked back towards the play mat.  I watched her walk and could see that the back of her jumper stuck further out then it should have. I could also see that on the inside of the legs of her jumper were snaps, that ran all the way up both legs.  I kept watching her and when she sat back down on the play mat, I could see that she was wearing either very thick training pants or a diaper.  I got thinking about Linda telling me she deals with special needs children so it made since that this girl was special needs and may need to wear protection. Also the snaps running up the inside of her legs would make it easier for someone to change her.

I went back to filling out the form and signed the bottom.  It was not long before the young nurse opened the door and called Michelle's name.  Michelle got up and walked towards the nurse.  The nurse looked down at Michelle and said, "I need your Mommy to come also, ok."

MIchelle looked up at her, and I thought she would say something about her calling me mommy but MIchelle just looked away and back at me.  I got up and handed the nurse the clip broad.

"Thank you. Just follow me please."

We followed her down a long hallway with office doors on either side. We got to the last office on the left and the nurse opened the door for us to walk through.

The office was big. It had a sink and counter on the one side. At the  end there was what looked to be  a huge changing table. There was a sheet covering the front of the table, but when I walked closer I could see it had  shelves underneath, stacked with diapers, wipes and baby powder.  There were two chairs just beside the table and a big office chair with a desk in front of it. The walls were painted in a light blue and the boarder had pictures of balloons in  different colours on it. The room was decorated more like a room for a baby.

The nurse said to Michelle. "Honey we need to do some blood work and take your height and weight before the Doctor comes to see you. Can I get you to stand over by the table there. I just need to grab a file folder first."

Michelle walked over towards the table and looked at it. "What is this place. it smells like a baby's room."

"Honey I am sure Dr Beacher works with young children so the rooms are likely all different and this one was the one not in use. I am sure it will be fine."

I was thinking the same thing. The room seem to be made more for baby's then older children. Michelle was right, the room did have the smell of baby powder.

I sat down in the chair beside the table waiting for the nurse to come back in.  It was not long before the nurse came in and set the fill folder on the desk. She walked over to Michelle and with out warning her or saying anything she picked her up under her arms and set her on the table.

I think it scared MIchelle a little because both her hands went towards her crotch and she screamed out. "Hey"

The nurse stepped back from her and said, "I am sorry sweetie if I scared you. I just did not think you could get up on the table by yourself."

There was no way Michelle could have gotten up on that table by herself but I would have thought the nurse would have said something before lifting her up on to it.

MIchelle sat up on the table with her legs hanging over the front of the table. Both her hands were still on her crotch and her legs were moving side to side.  The nurse stepped towards the desk and came back carrying a box.

"Honey, do you need to use the potty before we begin?"she asked noticing Michelle's hands on her crotch and her legs moving back and forth.

Michelle looked up at her and yelled, "No I don't need to use the potty for christ sake. I am 17 years old. I think I would know when I need to go to the bathroom."


The nurse stepped back and looked over towards me and said, "Is your little girl always this rude?" She turned back looking at Michelle before I could say anything  and then said, "Listen little girl. I don't think yelling at me is the right thing to do. If you don't want me to treat you like a child then I suggest you take your hands away from your crotch and stop doing the potty dance like some toddler needing to pee-pee."

I was shocked at the way the nurse was talking to Michelle. Not that she did not have it coming to her. I spoke up and said, "Sorry Miss. You are right there is no need for MIchelle to yell like that."

MIchelle took her hands and put them to the side of her. She then stopped moving her legs.  "Sorry. I just get tried of people treating me like a child because of my size."

The nurse put her hand on Michelle's shoulder and said, "That's ok. I will try and treat you like the grown up you are. You have to understand I work with children all day long and sometimes I forget when I get a teenager in here."

Michelle looked at me then back at the nurse and said, "It's ok."

"Ok then. I need you to lie down on the table here so that I can take some blood. Is it alright if I take your shirt off?"

I don't think Michelle wanted to say anything more to the nurse so she just lifted her arms up in the air. The nurse un-buttoned the 3 buttons on her shirt and lifted it up over her head.  She then guided Michelle to lie down. The young nurse took a strap and pulled it up and over Michelle's chest and fastened it to the small rail, running at  the front of the table.

"What is this?" Michelle asked.

"Sorry honey I have to put that there. I don't need you falling off and getting hurt. It's just something I have to do."

The nurse started to work away taking blood from Michelle's arm. Once she was done that, she got another needle out and stuck it in her arm. MIchelle moved a little when she stuck the needle in.

"Sorry sweetie. That was the last needle for today, I just need to wait for a few minutes and then we need to get your height and weight ok."

MIchelle just laid there and nodded her head up and down.  The nurse came and sat beside me in the chair and said, "I need to talk to you outside of the office for just one second please."

I got up and looked and MIchelle. Her eyes were closed. She looked like a child lying on the change table with the strap around her chest and her pink panties sticking out the top of her jeans.

I walked out of the office into the hallway with the nurse.

"By the way I am sorry my name is Joan. I don't think I told you my name before."

"Oh ok thanks Joan."

"Ok so the last needle I gave MIchelle was one that will keep her calm for a few hours.  Some of the things I need to do I figured  it would be easier if she was a little drossy. So when we go back in there, she will not be herself. I just wanted to let you know so you don't worry."

"Ok Thank you for telling me Joan. I have to say you seem to deal with her good. She is not use to people putting her in her place." I said.

"Oh that's ok. I am use to dealing with special needs children and young children. Sometimes you have to be very forceful to get anything through to them."

Joan held the door open for me and I walked back into the office.  MIchelle's eyes were still closed and she seem to be asleep.

Joan walked up to the table and put her hand on Michelle's leg and said, "Honey. Honey. I need to get you undressed ok."

MIchelle never moved she just squeaked out a "Ok"

Joan un-buttoned her jeans, then took both of MIchelle's ankles in one hand and lifted her legs and bum up off the table. She then took a hold of the back of her jeans and slide them down over Michelle's behind.  Joan looked like she was undressing a 2 year old. I was shocked Michelle never said or moved while Joan was lifting her butt off the change table. Once Joan got the jeans removed and set them on the end of the table along with Michelle's shirt.  She put her hand on the front of Michelle's panties. Joan turned towards me and said, "Does Michelle have a problem staying dry?"

I looked at Joan and was surprised she was asking me that question. "Uhmm no. She had some problems when she was younger but she as not had any problems for a long time."  Then I thought about this morning and cleaning the pee off her after wetting the bed. "She did wet the bed last night, but that was because she was drinking last night."

"She was drinking? She is only 17. Why would you let her drink?"

"No. She went to a friends house last night and I guess they got into some beers. She said she only had a couple."

"Well that's not good. I can see why you are here. The reason I am asking about her staying dry, is because she is wearing some thick panties and they are a little wet."

"Really. Her panties are wet?"

"Yes. She did not have a big accident, but enough that I don't think you will want her to be wearing these home."

I could not believe Joan was telling me that MIchelle had had a accident in her panties. Maybe when Joan picked her up and scared her she wet a little.


Joan went and lifted MIchelle up by the ankles again and pulled her panties off. Now Michelle was lying on the change table fully nude and not moving.  Joan then reached under the table and move the curtain. She grabbed a box of baby wipes and set them on the table. Joan pushed the top to open it, took out a couple of baby wipes and started to wipe Michelle's crotch.  Michelle moved around a little once Joan put the cold wipes on her. "Its's ok honey. Just need to clean you up a little. Just relax sweetie." Joan said leaning in close to Michelle's ear.

Once Joan got Michelle cleaned up and she put the wipes in the garbage can beside the table.  She un-did the strap that was around Michelle's chest. She then lifted Michelle up and set her on her hip.  MIchelle's head just rested up against Joan's shoulder, eyes still closed.  Michelle looked more like a 3 year old, naked and sitting on Joan's hip.  Joan carried her over to the corner and set her on the scale that was there.  Joan held her by the waist and said, "Michelle can you stand up for a second. I need to weigh you."

Michelle's eyes opened and she shook her head. Joan kept her hand on Michelle's shoulder just to make sure she did not fall down.

"73 lbs" Joan said, picking Michelle back up and sitting her on her hip.

Joan carried Michelle back over to the table and laid her down. She took the strap and pulled it over her chest again.  She then got a tape measure and rolled it out. She held it at her toes. She turned to me and said' "could you give me a hand please."

I got up and walked over towards the table.  Joan handed me the one end of the tape measure and I held it at her toes.  Joan pulled it up to Michelle's head.

"44 inches. Thank you Kim." Joan said walking over to the desk and writing it all down.


Joan went back to the table,  pulled the curtain back and ran her figure down the stack of diapers that were underneath the table. She pulled one out and set it on the table.

When I seen her pull out a diaper and set it on the table I stood up and said, "What are you doing?"

Joan held up the diaper and replied, "Oh this. Sorry but she is going to be out for a few hours and I don't want  to be cleaning up table because she peed all over it."

"But she is 17. She will have a fit it you put that on her." I said walking closer to Joan.

"It will be ok Kim. She will not know she is wearing a diaper. I will make sure to take it off her before she comes around.  I am sure Dr. Beacher will be sending you to the pharmacy before you go and you can pick up some training pants that I can put her in."

"Some training pants! Why would I get training pants? I know the ones she was wearing where something like training pants but that is the first time in a long time she has worn them. She will never wear anything thicker. I was surprised she let me put them on her this morning. I think that was just  because she felt bad because she had wet the bed."

"The doctor will explain all of that when she comes in. Don't worry everything will be fine. Just trust me, Ok."

I stood there looking at the diaper in Joan's hand and Michelle lying on the table. I was not sure this was going to be good but I finally said, "Ok Joan. Do what you think is best. I just hope for my sake Michelle does not figure out that she is wearing a diaper. She would never trust me again."

"I understand Kim. I can see by the way she acted this morning, that she would be a hand full, but once the Doctor explains everything you, you will understand that you will not  have to worry about her acting out again."

Joan unfolded the diaper and fanned it out. She took Michelle by the ankles for the third time this morning and lifted her legs up and her bum off the table.  Joan placed the diaper under Michelle's bum and let her legs down.  Joan then pulled the diaper up between Michelle's legs and pulled the tape across the front of the diaper. She took the other tape and pulled it tight and stuck it on the front.  Joan then put her figures down in between Michelle's legs and the diaper and ran them down the sides.  She patted the front of the diaper and said, "There that should keep everything dry out here."


I sat in the chair and was amazed at how Michelle had not said or done anything since the needle Joan had given her.  I stood back up and looked at Michelle lying on the table wearing only a diaper.  The diaper looked very thick. It was not a diaper I had seen before. It looked like a baby's diaper  but I knew from the past that they were not that thick.

"I have all I need Kim. Dr. Beacher will be in in a few minutes to see you both."

"Ok thanks Joan." I said still looking at Michelle lying on the change table wearing a diaper. I could not believe how young she looked. She has always look young but with the diaper around her waist and lying on the change table, she looked like an oversized toddler.

  I reached out and touched her face and rubbed it. "Everything will work out sweetie."  She never moved when I said that. Even touching her face, she just moved her eyebrows a little but did not open her eyes.

Chapter 4.

Dr. Beacher came in while I was still standing beside Michelle lying on the change table.  She walked over to me and put her hand on my back and said, "How is it going Kim?"

Dr. Beacher was rubbing my back. It felt good and It seem to calm me a little.

"I am not sure. Seeing Michelle lying here diapered, I just am not sure what to think." I said still staring at Michelle.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but just think of the end result Ok."

"I am trying, but I am very scared of how I am going to get to the end result."

Dr. Beacher was still rubbing my back with her hand and looking at Michelle. She reached out with her other hand and felt Michelle's forehead.

"She is going to be fine. She is in no danger what so ever. Trust me."

"Ok" I said back, feeling calmer by the second while Linda's hand moved up and down my back.

"I was thinking last night and a little  this morning. I know Glenn left you a few years back. You really don't have anyone to talk to, that is close to you. I had an idea. I have only mentioned it to Joan but I think this might give us a chance to be able to monitor you and Michelle while she is on the medication. You see what I thought was, would you have any problem with Joan staying with you for the next few weeks? She could help you out with Michelle and it would give you someone to talk to.  Joan is very good with children and she know's all about how the drug will effect her."


I stood there listening to Dr. Beacher and feeling better.  She was right I really had no one to talk to. Since Glenn left me and moved to the other side of the country.  My sister lives in England, so i rarely talk to her. There was no one really that I felt close enough to, to be able to talk opening about Michelle or anything else personal. I thought maybe having someone with me, helping me out, would not be a bad thing.

"I am not sure Doctor. It sounds like it would be good. I just am not sure."

"You still live in the same house right?"

"Yes"

"So you have plenty of room for another person. Also this would give me a chance to monitor how this drug effects the caregiver. We have not be able to get that information because most of the patients are special needs and the ones that I have given the drug to that are say "normal", we just have not got the feed back I would really like to have. It could help me and my partners out a lot. Let me call Joan in and see if this could all work out."

Dr. Beacher walked back to the door. She opened the door and called for Joan to come into the office.  A few seconds later Joan and the doctor were standing on each side of me.

"Joan you remember the meeting we had last week about seeing how the drug would effect an adult? Or I should say, how the drug effects the caregiver of the child taking the drug?"

Joan move back from beside me so that she could talk to Dr. Beacher directly  and said, "Yes I believe I know what you are talking about."

"Kim and Michelle could be the one's that we could get all that  information from. I know I mentioned it to you this morning, but in detail. Would you be willing to stay with Kim and Michelle for a few weeks or more, depending on how everything goes, and basically keep a journal of how the drug effects them both?"

I turned to look at Joan who seemed to be thinking about the question the Doctor had given her. Joan started to smile when she seen me looking at her.  Joan finally spoke, "This would be a great opportunity for me and the company. So yes I can do that for you."

"That's great Joan. What do you think Kim? I know it will be much easier on you and Michelle if Joan was there for you both.  I will even give you everything you will need, at no charge.  The pills alone, are very expensive. I will be able to use this for research, so I have no problem covering all your cost."

I stood looking  at Michelle. I thought that it would be nice to have someone around the house to help and know what is going on with Michelle. I am so scared about what is going to happen to her. I came out with, "It sounds like the right thing for both of us Doctor."

"Ok, great Kim." Doctor Beacher said before walking over to the desk and siting down in the office chair.

"Joan I think it would be best if Kim had me as her family Doctor, that way if she needs anything during this, it would be easier of all of us."

 Joan walked towards the Doctor, "Yes you are right. I will go get the forms. I will be right back."

Joan left the room and Linda said, "Kim come over and sit down. Michelle is going to be ok."

I turned and walked to the chair beside the desk and sat down.

Linda turned to me smiling and said, "This is going to work out for everyone Kim. I am going to miss having Joan around for the next little while, but I will just get a nurse from upstairs to fill in."

"I hope it all works out." I said looking back over at MIchelle.

Joan came back with a file folder and set it on the desk in front of the Doctor.

"Doctor Beacher I think it would be best if we at least start a new file for Kim. It always takes a few weeks to get all the information from the former family Doctor."


"Yes you are right Joan, that is a good idea."

"Kim would you be able to come and stand on the scale for me. I just want to get at least you weight and height to put in the file?"

I got up out of the chair, walked towards Joan and the scale.

"I will need you to take your shoes off, but you can leave your clothes on."

"Ok" I said bending over and slipping my shoes off. Once I removed my shoes and I walked beside Joan. I was surprised on how much taller she was then me.  I always thought I was a good height but without my shoes on, I was a good 6 inches shorter then her.

I stood up on the scale and Joan called out to the Doctor, "121LBS with clothes on, so say 116 LBS"

Joan then pulled the metal piece that runs up the scale to measure someone's height. She moved it over my head and I could feel it just touching the top of my head.

"64 inch tall." Joan said.

I was sure I was much taller then 5'4". Maybe being around Michelle just makes me feel taller that I really am.  I always thought I was at least  5'6" but I have not been measured in a long time.

"Ok Kim.  That's a start at your file. I will be able to get some more information from you later." Joan said holding my arm and  directing me off the scale.

Doctor Beacher opened up a draw on the desk, pulled out a file folder and  looked at it for a few seconds. "Joan I just looked at the file for the new special needs patient that is coming in tomorrow. She happens to be almost  the same size as Kim. I think it might be best, since you are not going to be here tomorrow, when you order everything from the pharmacy that you are going to need for Michelle, you might as well order for the new girl.  If you know what I mean? I am sure Kim will help you, if you have some  sizing issues. Would that be ok Kim?"

I was not really listening to the Doctor because I thought she was taking to Joan.  "Would what be ok? Sorry I was not paying attention."

"I just asked if you could help Joan out, down at the pharmacy. She might need some helping getting some sizes."

"Sure, I guess I can."

"Ok great. It would be a big help"  The Doctor stood back up and walked around to where Joan was standing and said, "Why don't you take Kim down to the pharmacy now. I can stay here with Michelle. I need to fill out some forms anyway."

"Yes I know what you are saying Doctor. Ok Kim, ready to go." Joan walked over to me and took my arm and said, "You most  likely seen the pharmacy on your way in. Its just down the hall." Joan walked me over towards the door.

I stopped and said, "I need my shoes."

Joan opened the door still holding my arm and said, "You don't need them it's just down the hallway."

I should have stopped her from almost dragging me out the door.  I have never been a forceful person. Glenn always said I should be more strict with Michelle. Maybe if I had of been more strict with her, she would not be acting out like she as been.  I vowed that I would not be like my mother. She was as strict as they come. I can remember the last spanking I got from her at age 16.  I was so embarrassed after getting the spanking. I told myself I would never hit any of my kids.  She seemed to be always yelling at my sister and I. Maybe, if I had a little bit of her in me, Michelle would have been better off.  I am always trying to please everyone else. I hate saying no to people. My mother was always telling me "no you can't do that", "no you can't do this." I know that is why I have such a hard time with MIchelle.



Joan was not holding my arm very tight. Just enough for me to know it was there.  I walked beside her feeling a little silly without my shoes on.  The jeans I was wearing were just long enough that the bottom of the them touched the ground with out having shoes on. We walked through the waiting room and out into the hallway.

We got  into the pharmacy and there was a lady standing beside the counter. Joan and I walked up to her , "Good morning Cindy. How are you this morning?"

"I am good. How are you Joan."

"I am really good. This is Kim. Kim this is Cindy."

"Hi Cindy. It's nice to meet you." I said, still standing beside Joan with her hand still on my arm.

"Nice to meet you Kim. What can I get for you this morning, ladies?"

"I am going to need two orders. The one order is going to be for Kim's daughter Michelle and the other is going to be for a new patient, but I forgot to bring that file down so just put it all together and I can separate it later. Its all going to be going on Doctor Beaches account.  I will just figure out what is going to who later."

Cindy took a clip board from the counter and asked, "So what size is MIchelle, Joan?"

"She is 44" tall and weights 74 LBS."

"Well that is a easy one. We don't very often get the real young children."

"No MIchelle is 17. She is just a  little small for her age."

"Oh, ok and the other girl?"

"This one is a little tougher, but she happens to be  pretty much the same size as Kim.  Kim has volunteered to  help me out with the sizing."

"Ok great.  Kim what is your weight and height then."

Before I could say anything Joan spoke up first, "She is 116 LBS and 64 inches  tall."

Cindy walked over towards me and looked me up and down. "So Joan do you want the regular things. It will be easy for MIchelle, she will be size 1 in most everything.  I might need some help from Kim with the other one."

"Yes Cindy the regular order. I will let you know this afternoon when they will need to be delivered."

"Ok.  We might has will start here then." Cindy said turning and walking towards a row of highchairs.

Joan still holding my arm, walked me over beside Cindy. Cindy was standing in front of 6 highchairs, all different sizes and colours.

"I think  the size 4 should be good. You see Kim, we have 6 sizes in all the furniture. The clothes run the same but sometimes its better to have the person try them on, just like any other clothing." Cindy said sliding the tray off the forth highchair.

Joan pulled me towards the highchair that Cindy had taken the tray off of and turned me around so that my back was against it.

"Can you  sit down in there for a second so we can see if this is the right size?"

"What? No. I don't think I want to sit in that Joan."

"What do you mean. You told the Doctor you would help me out with this. Its not a big deal. Just sit down."

"I didn't know helping you out would mean I would have to sit in a oversized highchair. Why a highchair anyway?"

"Kim. The girl is special needs. She is at the mental age of an 18 mouth old. So putting her in a highchair to feed her is the safest and easiest  thing for her"

I had never thought of it I guess, but that did make sense.  Still at 38 years old I did not want to sit in a highchair. "Is there another way Joan. I am very uncomfortable."

"Kim, Cindy and I are both professionals there is nothing to be concerned about.   I really need you to do this for me, and the DOCTOR.  I always bring the patients down here so we can get the right size for them.  I am not going to be here, I am going to be helping you. So can you please just help me do this? I have a lot of work I have to get done today. I am sure Cindy has got things she needs to do also."

I stood there looking at both these women staring at me. I felt so small.  Joan being 6 inches taller then me and Cindy was not much shorter then her. I really did not want to sit in a highchair but what really was it going to hurt, other then my pride.  Doctor Beacher has been so nice to me. I feel  like I owe her.  So I stepped back a few inches.  I could feel the seat was touching my back. I knew if I was going to sit down, I was going to have to pull myself up, to get my backside in the seat.  So I did.  I put my hands on the side of the highchair and pulled myself up into the seat.  Once I got in the seat, my feet where off the ground. Cindy came up to me and picked my feet up and placed where they should go. She then picked up the tray and slide it in front of me. I heard it lock in.

Cindy put her hand down between the tray and my stomach. I guess seeing how much room there was. "Looks like this one will work Joan."

Joan walked over to me and looked underneath the tray. "Yes I think this is the right one."

I sat there, turning five shades of red. Here I was sitting in a highchair, having one women that is most likely 12 years younger then me, looking at how I fit in a highchair.  I have never felt so helpless in all my life. Even if I wanted to get out of this, there was no way I could.

"How does that feel Kim? Not to tight is it?" Joan asked.

"Uhmm no I guess not." I said trying to look away from her.

"Well I need to be sure. Do you have lots of room around your bum?"

"Yes I think so."

"This girl will most likely be  wearing diapers Kim, so I just want to make sure there is room for them."

I moved around a little and said, "There should be enough room for her. I have lots."

"Ok good." Joan said stepping towards me, unlocking the tray and pulling it off the chair.

I slid out as quick as I could. I  was happy to be out of it.

" A crib is easy." Cindy said walking past the row of six cribs. "I will not ask you to get into one of them Kim.", she said laughing.

I did not find it very funny but I managed to smile a little.

Joan started to follow Cindy, so I followed Joan.  Cindy wheeled out a huge stroller, which had a cover on it.  It seemed to lie flatter then a regular baby stroller. Other then that, it looked the same just bigger.

Cindy pushed it a few feet before stopping in front of Joan. "I know the smallest one will work for Michelle. I am  not sure about the other girl."

When I heard her say Michelle's name I stopped walking and said, "Michelle? Why would you need a stroller for Michelle, Joan?"

Joan turned to face me. "Did the Doctor not tell you?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Will I am sure she must have. I will go over all of that later. Right now I need to get this done."

Joan turned back towards the stroller and Cindy. I stood there thinking about what all the Doctor has told me.  I did not remember anything about a stroller. Then I got thinking about the stupid highchair I was just sitting in. Joan told Cindy she needs two orders both the same. So is MIchelle going to need a highchair also?

Joan came around me and directed me towards the stroller. She turned me around and helped me get  in it.  I figured it I just sat in a highchair, whats the big deal about sitting in a stroller. So I let Joan help me get in.

Joan  pulled a strap around my stomach and tightened  it. When she did, I felt a twinge in my  bladder. The coffee  I had this morning is catching up to me, I thought.  Joan then pulled a strap up between my legs and fastened it to the one around my stomach.  Joan stood back up and said, "Take a look Cindy. I think this one will work. What to you think?"

Cindy came around to face me.  She bent down and  stuck her hand in-between the strap that was around my stomach. She pushed on my stomach and my  bladder twinge again. I knew I was going to have to find a bathroom shortly.

"It looks like this is the one Joan."

"Ok.  Good.  Ohhh.. I just thought about this.  Is there a double stroller that you carry in the store? I am sure there is not much call for one. I was just wondering, in case I get someone asking me."

Cindy kneeling in front of me , stood back up. "No, We  have not got any double strollers, but  what is neat about this one is, you can put up to three in a row. Here let me show you."

Cindy walked to the side of me. All I could really see now where the tiles on the ceiling. I was about 3/4 lying down.   Cindy came back pushing another stroller and stopped it in front of the one I was in.  She set it right in front.

"You see Joan this piece comes out and attaches to the back of this stroller. We had them design it this way for use in  daycares. That way one caregiver can push three strollers at once. I hooked  this one up. Give a try."

Before knew it I was starting to move. With another stroller now in front of me,  I could just see the top of it. Some light came in, but it was mostly dark inside.

"This works really good." Joan said.

"Yes,  It is easy to turn also." I heard Cindy say.

Getting pushed around in a  stroller was not my only concern at the moment. My bladder was really starting to ache.

Finally the stroller stopped and I could just  see the top of Joan's head.  She pushed the front stroller  out of the way. She bent down In front of me and started to take  the straps that were holding me in, off me.

"Is this one comfortable Kim?" Joan said helping me get out of it.

Once I got to my feet and looked around I noticed we were in a totally different section of the store.

"Kim, I said, was that comfortable."

"Oh, ummm yes it was ok." I said looking around at the shelves stacked with diapers.

"Ok, good. Cindy this seems to be the one."

I looked back but I did not see Cindy. She then came from around the shelving carrying something purple in her hand. She handed it to Joan and said, "I am sure these will  be the right size, but it is so hard to say for sure."

Joan held up in both hands, some very thick  purple training pants.  She steeped closer to me and held them up against my waist. I wanted to move away but I had no where to go.

"I am not sure Cindy. Kim would you be so kind as to try these on for us? We really need to make sure they will fit."

"Umm, I don't know" I said looking down at them against my jeans.

"It's not a big deal. You have underwear on right? Just go into that bathroom there and pull them up over your underwear and see if they will fit."

I looked at the training pants again. I  really did not want to put them on, but my  bladder was telling me it need to get to a bathroom quickly.  I thought if I took the training pants I could just say I tried them on. I could  use the bathroom when I am in there.

"Ok I will." I said taking the training pants from Joan and I  walked  towards the room she pointed out.

I opened the door and walked in. To my surprise it was just a big square room. No chairs, no mirror, and no toilet. I know Joan said "go into the bathroom". This was not a bathroom. Just a big room with four walls.  I stood there for a little while trying to decide what I should do. I did not want to try these on.  I really needed to use the bathroom. I held out the training pants and all of a sudden the door opened and Joan walked in.

"Have you not got them on yet? There is no back or front, they can go on either way. Here let me help you."

Joan must have thought I was looking to see how they go on. I was just deciding if I wanted to put them on or not.

"No. I don't need your help. What I really need is to use the bathroom."

"Well here,  lets have you try these on quick and then you can head to the bathroom."  Joan started to unbutton my jeans. She pulled the zipper down before I really knew what she was doing.

"Joan I can do this." I said stepping back from her.

"I am sure you can.", is  all she said before pulling my jeans down to my knees.

I started to fidget a little because I thought my bladder was going to burst.

"Joan I really need to use the bathroom. Please!!!"

"Ok I heard you the first time.  Just step out of your jeans. It will only take a second for you to try these on."

I had no choice. I had to use the bathroom so bad, I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as I could.

I steeped out of my jeans while Joan pulled them off. She reached up and took the training pants from my hands. She knelt down and  held them open  for me to step into.  My black panties were still on, thank god.  The white knit sweater I was wearing only came down to the top of them.  I picked up one foot, then the other. Joan pulled the training pants up over my knees and stopped just before getting them all the way up.

"You will have to spread your legs a little more for me to be able to get them  all the way up."

Spreading my legs was not what I really wanted to do at this point.  I did not have much of a choice. I parted my legs a little more and Joan pulled them all the way up.  I tried to close my legs after, but it  was no use. The thick padding that was between them was keeping them spread apart way further then I could believe.

Joan pulled on the waist band of the training pants. She ran her hand over the back of them.

"I am not sure if these are big enough. I need to see what Cindy thinks." Joan took my hand and pulled me out into the store.

"Joan I need to use the bathroom." I pleaded.

It was like she did not even hear me. "Cindy I am not sure. Can you take a look."

Joan pulled me over to where Cindy was standing. I looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. I did not want anyone else seeing me wearing these purple training pants. It was bad enough having both of these women see me.


  Joan had pushed up my sweater so that she could look at how the training pants fit. So now I was standing in a store at 38 years old, in only a sweater that was now above my belly button and purple training pants, made for very young children or children that were handicapped.

I could fell Cindy pushing up the back of the training pants into my bum. I was so desperate to pee I started to move from one foot to the other.

"There seems to be lots of room Joan. They should not be too tight, but tight enough they hold everything in. I think these are good. You see, there is room at the back in case she has a messy accident and they are good around the legs."

Cindy was pulling on the back of the training pants and Joan was slipping her fingers between the training pant and the inside of my legs.

"If you think they should be good, then I am happy."

I had to ask for the bathroom again so I finally  spoke up. "Cindy is there a bathroom I can use please."

"Oh yes of course. Right this way." She said talking my hand and leading me to a door that was not 10 feet away from the change room I was just in.

I felt like a child, getting taken to the bathroom. With the thick padding between my legs and needing to pee very badly. I was having a hard time walking and keeping up to Cindy.

"Here it is sweetie." Cindy said letting go of my hand.

I pushed down on the handle on the door, but it did not move.  I tried again with a little more force, and again it would not move.

"Cindy", I cried out.  "I can't get the door open."

Cindy turned and came back. She pushed down on the handle, but it did not move.

"Oh dear. Its locked again. It happens all the time. People hit the lock button when they come out. Even though there is a sign in there saying, Make sure the button is out before shutting the door. Hold on, I will go grab the key."

Cindy walked away and I stood looking at the door and then  back at Cindy. I had to put my hand in between my legs.  I started to move from one foot to the other.  I could not remember the last time I was so desperate to pee. Cindy had walked around the shelving so I could not see her any more.  I tried the handle once more hoping for a miracle, but nothing. I started to  feel a little pee escape me. No matter how hard I tried to hold it, a little more and then a little more came out.  Please just hold on for a few more seconds, please.  Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Joan standing behind me.

"Are you ok Kim."

"No, I really need to use the bathroom but it was locked. Cindy just went to get the key."

"I guess you should have asked early to use the bathroom." Joan said now  standing in front of me, with the look of a disappointed Mother.

It was like she was talking to a child. It seemed to me, like she was scolding me for not telling her I need to use the bathroom. It was like I should have come to her and said, "I need to use the bathroom, can you take me."

"Do you have this problem often."

I could feel my underwear getting wetter by the second. Then Cindy walked around the shelving holding a key.

"Thank you. Thank you." I said, still moving from one foot to the other.

"Here it is." She said walking up to the door and inserting the key.

Cindy opened the door and I ran in. I heard the door close behind, but I did not shut it.  I pulled the training pants down to my knee's and sat down.  I did not have much left in me once I sat down. I could hear some pee hitting the water but it did not sound like it should. It was more like little drips.  I looked down and realized I had not pulled my underwear off.

"Oh my god",  I said out loud.

My underwear was completely soaked. I looked into the training pants and they were not much better.  What was  I going to do now?