It wasn’t long into the movie before I felt my tummy growl, and not from hunger. I glanced up at mommy, but she didn’t seem to notice. My instinct was to hold it, but I knew I had to go eventually. And less than an hour ago I had condemned myself to wear diapers 24/7 so I wasn’t getting out of this. Not that all of me wanted to. I tightened my grip on mommy.
“Everything alright?” She asked. I shook my head and buried my face into her. It took me a few seconds to be able to speak.
“I need to go.” I said, hopping she would understand my predicament. She began to stroke my hair, which helped calm me down a little but not completely.
“Good thing you’re wearing a potty.” She said, furthering my feeling of hopelessness. I hate that I loved that feeling.
