Rachel and Sarah arrived at the cabin quickly and helped Fara inside. Fara felt like she as in a permanent state of embarrassment. Despite Rachel’s excellent job at cleaning her mess earlier she still felt dirty, the kind of dirty she couldn’t just clean off. Never the less she did feel like a shower would help.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower if that’s ok,” Fara said quietly.

“Of course dear,” Rachel was sympathetic. “Pet would you help Fara undress.” Fara had gotten entirely used to having someone dress and undress her, so she barely even noticed that Sarah was helping her out of the dress and out of her dry pull-up.

“Just shout when you’re done,” Sarah said happily. “Should still be just us here when you are.” Fara nodded and went off to shower which was good as it gave Rachel and Sarah a moment alone. “Ready to make the big push after Fara’s big push?” Sarah asked with a giggle.

“So witty,” Rachel giggled. “Yes I am. And hopefully it’s the first of many.”

“We’ll have to tip Tara again.”

“We would have been fine without her, she only accelerated what was bound to happen.”

“Didn’t know you were so defensive about it.”

“I just don’t like relying on unpredictable assets,” Rachel got out another of the printed diapers. “Though I suppose I am thankful we get to do this today.” Rachel and Sarah waited a bit for Fara to finish her mostly therapeutic shower. Instead of shouting for them Fara just walked to Rachel and Sarah’s room with her towel still wrapped around her. “Fara, we need to have a discussion dear.”

“Oh god I just got over it,” Fara frowned.

“Yes well I think it still needs some discussion.”

“It doesn’t, this was just an accident. If Tara hadn’t of stolen the toilet there wouldn’t even be anything to talk about.”

“Sweetie the fact that’s all it took for you to have an accident is the problem. We can expect you to have more I’ll bet.”

“Well I disagree.”

“Come on Fara you know how this has worked so far,” Sarah reasoned. “Your wetting has gotten worse it’s safe to assume this will too.”

“So what if it does?”

“If this is going to be a reoccurring thing then it necessitates a change in wardrobe,” Rachel said sternly. “More importantly a change in attitude.”

“What’s that mean?” Fara asked scared.

“It means you need to start doing what I say,” Rachel answered. “I understand your reservations about how things have gone, but you have been fighting us the whole way and we’ve only been trying to help you.”

“Well I just think you’re always overreacting about it.”

“I assure you we are not, and it’s that kind of mistrust that is making it difficult for us to actually help you.”

“So what do want? What does me doing what you say entail?” Fara asked with concern.

“For starters it means diapers full time not pull-ups, and it means you stop this constant fighting with us.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then we stop helping you,” Rachel said flatly.

“That’s it you just stop?”

“It’s not like we want to stop,” Sarah said sympathetically. “We just can’t actually help you unless you trust us to know we’re doing what’s best.”

“Well said pet,” Rachel agreed. “I have no problem changing you Fara, wet or otherwise, but I do have a problem with taking part in helping you if it’s only going to help part of the problem.”

“So you’re giving me an ultimatum?” Fara replied angrily.

“Well not really,” Sarah responded. “Because you don’t really have a choice. Unless you really think you can handle messy pull-ups on your own.” Fara pouted because Sarah was right. She honestly couldn’t have handled that herself. When it happened she just froze up, and she was still embarrassed about it a few hours later. That didn’t even address the problem of clean up. She would have no idea where to even start. And despite how much she didn’t want it to be so, she knew Rachel and Sarah were right. This was likely only the first time this kind of accident would happen. If patterns persist it was bound to happen again.

“We just want to help Fara,” Rachel said more gently this time. “But you have to give us the power to help you or it’s all for not.” Rachel and Sarah had Fara backed in a corner, at least from Fara’s perspective. The reality of the situation was that if Fara actually did choose to go her own way, she would likely see immediate improvement of her condition, and going with Rachel and Sarah would just make it worse. The reality, and what Fara thought was reality were two different things though. Fara didn’t believe she really had a choice, exactly as Rachel and Sarah had designed.

“Fine, I guess I don’t really have a choice,” Fara pouted in frustration. “Ugh this whole thing sucks. I hate it.”

“I know dear,” Rachel had donned her sweet motherly voice to help ease the distraught Fara more smoothly into her new reality. “Now lay down dear you need your diaper on.” Fara huffed and kept a strong pout on as Rachel opened a new diaper and Fara laid down on top of the padding. It was remarkably similar to the time she was changed last night, only Fara was much grumpier about it now.

“There we go,” Rachel smiled as she taped Fara into the juvenile diaper. Fara huffed again as she was left wearing only the diaper. “Let’s get your dress back on dear,” Rachel ushered Fara back to her room, sharing a happy passing smile with Sarah.

Fara couldn’t help but feel her dynamic had shifted with Rachel and Sarah in way that wasn’t exactly apparent. They had more reign over her, but that was pretty well stated. There was something else that wasn’t stated that she felt had changed too, but she couldn’t quit place her feelings exactly though. It’s not like she had a choice anyway. But the thick crinkling diaper at her waist was a constant reminder of that feeling. Rachel dressed Fara back in her dress from earlier that day, despite it being unharmed by the incident Fara couldn't help but feel like the dress was dirty somehow.

“Sarah packed us some sandwiches for the park,” Rachel said cheerily. “That should make for a good snack.” Rachel took Sarah’s hand and led her into the living room. “Sarah get the sandwiches dear.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sarah sprang up from the couch to go to the large bag she had packed earlier. A bag that would now serve as Fara’s diaper bag. Fara sat on the sofa quietly while Sarah handed Fara her sandwich as well as some chips and animal crackers. Fara’s sandwich was peanut butter and jelly while Rachel and Sarah each had more mature sandwiches, cucumber for Rachel and a club for Sarah. Additionally all of Fara’s food was still coated with a laxative powder. One accident was enough to get her into diapers, but they needed more to cement the decision with another one. Fara ate the sandwich and sides obliviously. Rachel and Sarah shared another look. The stuff was pretty strong, as were the tapes on Fara’s diaper, which meant she would feel the urge to mess again and have nowhere to go but her diaper.

“Someone’s still a little down,” Rachel said in the awkward silence. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” Rachel flipped the tv onto a streaming service and picked out an animated movie for them all to watch.

Fara didn’t complain, and the distraction worked pretty well. Eventually she was more engaged with the plot and didn’t think about what had happened earlier that day, or the change in her dynamic with Rachel.

“So they just left?” Riley asked Patty who had not left her spot at the pot tent table.

“Yeah said Fara was tired,” Patty spoke in a daze.

“Right,” Riley pushed a napkin with her half eaten brownie away. She didn’t know how many Patty had eaten, but if her current hazy state was any judge this stuff didn’t mess around. Riley sighed and left, Patty wouldn’t be much more help anyway.

“You good?” Tara asked approaching Riley.

“Yeah just a little worried about Fara,” Riley admitted. “Apparently all three of them bounced.”

“Yeah Fara seemed a little off about something,” Tara was unsure of what the best thing to say to Riley here was. She didn’t know how much of the truth Riley was aware of.

“You got any idea what was wrong?”

“Can’t say that I do,” Tara looked away nervously.

“I guess I could just ask her,” Riley said pulling out her phone.

“Are you sure, she seemed kind of mad at you.” Tara didn’t think Riley contacting Fara about this was the best idea. She needed to hear a story that wasn’t as bad as the one Fara would likely tell right now.

“She’s just being difficult,” Riley said confidently but she hesitated at her phone.

“Last I saw her I kinda cut her off at the restroom,” Tara admitted. “I didn’t think it was a big deal cuz … you know.”

“Believe me I know.”

“Yeah, but she seemed kinda upset about it then Rachel took her away.”

“She was upset?”

“She probably just leaked,” Tara said quickly calming Riley down. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.” Tara didn’t know that for sure but she could probably assume so.

“It’s not?” Riley said a little hurt. “I figured she’d tell me if something like that happened.”

“She probably doesn’t feel like talking to you right now.”

“Yeah,” Riley put her phone away, she seemed to accept that answer.

“She probably went back to change into, you know, an actual diaper.”

“Like that ridiculous thing she had on this morning?”

“I’m not gonna judge her. She probably thought it was cute, have you seen how she dresses lately.”

“Probably something Sarah came up with,” Riley spat out. “Come on let’s get A.J. Patty needs to head home.”

“That’s a predictable outcome.”

As the movie came to an end Fara felt a familiar feeling in her stomach. She was a little worried, it was rare for this to happen so often. She looked at Rachel, and had the thought that Rachel probably wouldn’t help her with this. She could hear Rachel saying “Just use your diaper Fara” in her head. Seeing as this wasn’t something she wanted to do Fara elected to sneak away without Rachel or Sarah noticing. Or she tried to. Her crinkling diaper made it pretty difficult to sneak anywhere.

Rachel made a move to stop Fara but Sarah held her back. She wasn’t going to get those tapes off by herself, at least not in time. They only had to wait, and the reality that she was a girl that messed her diapers now would sink in.

Fara made it to the bathroom off the living room when she felt another urgent pang in her stomach. She barely kept it together but when the feeling subsided she hurried to the toilet. She was close, but now came the struggle of getting the diaper off with her Lolita dress. It was difficult but she managed to find the tapes of the diaper through the frilly skirt. But when she pulled the tape held firm. She figured it was a leverage issue, she didn’t have a good grip as she couldn’t even see the diapers really. When she tried to grab it again she had another pang, this one even stronger. She was in a poor position and as she struggled to hold it in, she knew she wouldn’t win the fight. With a sob she pushed the mess out into the diaper.

For the second time today Fara had messed herself. She found that the diaper made the experience marginally better, but it was still unpleasant. Though she had to admit the relief from not holding it in anymore was substantial, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief as she pushed the last of it out. She was a bit less shocked this time, maybe the more space the diaper afforded helped with that. Instead of shock she was just grossed out. She wiggled a little in an attempt to make the mess pressing against her bottom comfortable. She had no such luck. Additionally the smell was getting to her. She regretted the conversation this would lead to with Rachel, who would have to change her messy diaper for the second time that day, but she had little other options.

“Guys I uh need another change,” Fara said quietly approaching Sarah and Rachel. They both smiled as they turned to look at Fara. “It uh … happened again.”

“Ok,” Rachel said with a smile. “Let’s get you into a clean diaper.” She grabbed Fara’s hand and led her to her bedroom. “Pet fetch the changing mat and a new diaper for me.” Sarah nodded and went to fetch the items requested from Rachel’s room. “Let’s take your dress off so it doesn’t get dirty.” Rachel helped Fara out of the dress leaving her in just the messy diaper by the time Sarah returned. Rachel spread the mat on top of Fara’s bed and Fara laid down on it. She grimaced as she sat in the mess, but Rachel was quick to push her on her back.

Rachel removed the dirty diaper and cleaned up Fara as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It left Fara a little shocked but grateful.

“There all clean,” Rachel sang as she taped the new diaper onto Fara, Sarah removed the dirty one and the used wipes for disposal.

“Thank you,” Fara said meekly. “I’m sorry you had to do that again.”

“Sweetie,” Rachel placed her hand gently on Fara’s head. “It doesn’t bother me at all. I know it’s still strange to you and it makes you feel dirty and gross, but I want you to know that it’s not. It happens. Especially for people with conditions like yours. It’s nothing to be grossed out about, and I’m glad to help clean you up if you need it.” Fara was a little taken aback. At Rachel’s sincerity. “It’s the new normal for you, at least for the moment, and I will do my best to help you get used to it.” Fara wasn’t sure she liked the end message of what Rachel said, but all she could think to say in response was ..

“Thanks.”

“Good girl. Now how about we get you a nightie. We aren’t going out again I believe. No reason not be comfortable.” Just like that Fara had started to internalize this as temporarily normal, only she wasn’t quite aware of how long temporary would turn out to be.