Chapter 11

We were almost an hour into the movie when I began feeling a familiar pressure in my lower stomach. As familiar was it was, I couldn’t immediately place what the sensation meant. After a moment of thought, I finally remembered: I had to pee! The movie was coming to my favorite part though and I didn’t want to miss it. I tried to ignore the need and focus on the movie.

The need kept getting stronger though and it was quickly becoming impossible to ignore. Still, I didn’t want to miss any of the movie. I thought about just letting go and allowing my bladder to empty itself, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to do that; I knew I’d be in trouble if I peed my panties. Instead, I fidgeted and shifted and pressed my thighs together trying to hold off my need.

“You okay?” Sabrina asked, apparently noticing how I was fidgeting.

“Yeah,” I replied softly, a little embarrassed about the possibility that Sabrina knew I had to pee badly but more so annoyed at having to divide my attention from the movie even further.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I just—” I gasped and dropped my sippy cup as I felt a dribble of pee escape. The movie was completely forgotten about as I immediately became focused on a desperate need to not let Sabrina see me have an accident. I jumped up from the couch, but it was too late; a dribble turned into a spurt turned into full-force peeing. I tried clenching my muscles to cut off the flow, but there was nothing I could do. My hands flew to my crotch in an attempt to stem the tide and maybe hide what was happening, but I knew both things were in vain. I expected to feel wet cloth under my fingers, but instead all I felt was a warm, rapidly expanding pull-up.

I had a split-second of relief when I discovered that I was wearing a pull-up, but it was swiftly replaced by confusion. When had I put on a pull-up? I distinctly remembered putting on panties when I changed my clothes. They had been yellow panties with butterflies all over them and…had they been a little thicker than normal panties? Had they rustled a little more than regular panties? No, they had definitely been panties, why would I have put on a pull-up? I still wore big girl panties during the day…didn’t I? When was the last time I wore big girl panties?

“Claire?” Sabrina touched my shoulder gently and my thoughts fell away, returning me to the moment. I was standing there, the last of my bladder draining into my pull-ups, my hands shoved into my crotch, and Sabrina looking at me with a mix of confusion and sympathy. She had to know what had just happened.

“I-I’m so sorry S-Sabrina,” I stammered, my cheeks hots and my eyes watering, “I just c-couldn’t h-hold it and—”

“Aww Claire it’s okay,” she made shushing sounds and pulled me into a hug, slowly rubbing my back as I tried not to start crying out of shame. “That’s okay sweetheart it’s okay accidents happen and that’s why you’re wearing pull-ups right? It’s okay Claire don’t cry.”

“Y-yeah?” I choked out, not evening thinking to wonder how Sabrina knew I was wearing a pull-up. “You’re not gonna make fun of me?”

“Oh sweetie,” Sabrina said softly, pulling away from our hug and wiping my cheek dry, “sweetie no I would never make fun of you you’re just a little girl and can’t help it right?”

“Y-yeah,” I nodded, sniffling a little. That didn’t sound completely correct but…but it made sense.

“Yeah sweetie” Sabrina said, smoothing my hair back. “Besides I’ll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell okay?” I nodded again, and Sabrina looked around as if she expected someone to have randomly appeared in the room. Her cheeks flushed a little bit as she lifted the front of her dress, exposing a light blue pull-up, “I have accidents too sometimes.”

I smiled at her, then giggled. “That does make me feel a little better,” I said softly.

“Good!” She flashed me a broad grin and took my hand, “Should we—”

I never learned what she was about to suggest as she was cut off by a knock at the door.

“That must be Madison!” She exclaimed, dropping my hand and running to the door. Sure enough, Madison was standing on the other side of the door and Sabrina threw her arms around the other girl.

“I thought I would find you here,” Madison said as she stepped inside. “Claire, how’re you?”

“Good,” I replied shyly, uncertain of how embarrassed to be about the wet pull-up under my skirt considering Sabrina’s revelation.

Sabrina, I noticed, was giving me a thoughtful look. Her face broke out into another grin and she turned back to Madison, standing up on her tip-toes to whisper something in Madison’s ears. I felt my cheeks heat up, certain she was telling Madison about my accident. Appropriately, Madison’s eyes widen a little bit, then smiled.

“Have you girls been having fun?” She asked innocuously.

“Yeah,” we both replied, Sabrina with much more enthusiasm.

“Had have you been behaving?” Madison asked.

I nodded my head, but Sabrina looked down and clasped her hands in front of her.

“Sabrina?” Madison’s tone of voice contained a bit of a warning. “Do you have something to say?”

“I had an accident,” Sabrina whispered, barely audibly.

“What was that?” Madison prompted, forcing Sabrina to make her admission again. “Is that so?” Madison replied matter-of-factly, flipping Sabrina’s dress up and pressing her pull-up as if she didn’t trust Sabrina to be correct about the state of her pull-up. “Soaked,” Madison confirmed with a sigh, “I thought you were going to try to use the potty today?”

“I’m sorry Mommy,” Sabrina murmured repentantly.

“Well, you know the rules sweetheart, go grab your diaper bag and let’s get you cleaned up and in a fresh diaper.”

Sabrina gave one short, quick nod, then ran over to the large bag she had brought with her. With her bag across her shoulder, Madison took Sabrina’s hand and led her away and up the stairs. I stood there in the living room for a moment, feeling awkward and uncertain of what to do, before finally following them.

I found them in one of the bedrooms that I hadn’t been using. Sabrina was lying on a pink mat that was spread out on the floor with her dress around her waist. Madison was kneeling between her legs apply baby oil. I stood silently in the doorway and watched Madison finished diapered Sabrina.

“There we go, all done,” Madison said at last, helping Sabrina up to her feet. “If you’re a good girl, maybe we can try pull-ups again in a couple days.”

“Yes Mommy thank you,” it must have been my imagination, but Sabrina’s dress seemed shorter than it had been and it rode up in the back to expose the bottom of her diaper.

“What about you, Claire?” Madison asked as she turned to look at me. I froze, unable to move or respond, uncertain of what I would say if I could say anything. “Claire? What about you? Have you kept your pull-up dry?”

My body seemed to move on its own and I gave my head a small shake, lowering my head to look at the feet as I did, unwilling to look at the disappointment on Madison’s face. Or perhaps the mockery.

“That’s what I thought,” Madison said more than a little smugly. “Well?” She said when I didn’t move or reply, “get your little butt over here and lay down so I can get your cleaned up and in a diaper.”

Taking slow, shuffling steps, I made way over to Madison and, with a little more prompting, laid down. I expected Madison to pull my pull-up down my legs, but instead she ripped the sides apart and discarded it. She clicked her down when she was down and started pulling off my skirt, “Looks like you leaked a little on your skirt, sweetheart,” she explained as she took it off. “I think it might be a while before we can trust you to try pull-ups again, huh?” She said a little teasingly as she used a baby wipe to clean me and then slid a diaper under me. When was the last time I had been diapered? It must have been recently, but I couldn’t quite remember.

Sabrina was standing right off to the side, smiling down at me reassuringly. Her presence was a comfort to me as Madison began spreading baby oil on my skin and then taping up the diaper. “All done!” Madison helped me to my feet and then began packing away the changing supplies.

I took a few tentative steps, testing out how the diaper felt. It was very thick, and I couldn’t help but waddle as I walked. I couldn’t figure out why I was slightly surprised by any of this, I wore diapers all the time.

“Come on girls,” Madison said, shouldering the bag and motioning us to follow her out of the room, “let’s go finish watching that movie.”

Following Sabrina and Madison out of the room and towards the stairs, I hesitated in front of my bedroom door. “What’s wrong honey?” Madison asked when she noticed I wasn’t right behind her.

Looking into the bedroom, I tugged on the hem of my shirt, trying to use it to cover my diaper. “Can I put on a new skirt?”

Madison laughed and walked back to me, kissing me on the forehead, “Are you embarrassed that everyone can see your diaper?” I nodded in response. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” Madison placed a hand on my shoulder and gently led me towards the stairs, “there’s no need to be embarrassed and it’s easier for me to know when you need to be changed if I can see your diaper.”

Madison took both Sabrina and I downstairs and got us settled on the couch with the movie playing before she disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later, she came back with a sippy cup for Sabrina and bottle for me. I took it from her hesitantly.

I didn’t drink from bottles; I hadn’t since I was a baby. Except, hadn’t I been drinking from a bottle earlier? Or maybe it had been a sippy cup. Bottles were just for babies. Except…except I was wearing diapers, and only babies wore diapers…right? Sabrina was wearing a diaper though and she got to use a sippy cup. Earlier, Sabrina and I had both been using sippy cups and wearing pull-ups. No, no, that didn’t make sense. Sabrina got to wear pull-ups sometimes because she was working on potty training, but I was still too little for that, right? Yes, that all made sense. I was still too little for potty training, which meant I wore diapers, which meant I was a baby, which meant I drank from a bottle. Yes, all made sense.

I slipped the bottle into my mouth and cuddled into Mommy, who now sat between Sabrina and I, and focused my eyes on the TV screen.