It’s now the holidays, but despite that fact, another sleepover seems elusive. It seems that in between family holidays, family get togethers and bad timings, another sleep over does not happen in the first week, or even the second week. You catch up with both Bow Kid and Moustache Girl during the day several times, but no sleepovers.

It’s late in the day and you were a bit tired from following mum around as she did groceries and then some other shopping, when you perk up from the loungeroom floor to listen in.

“On no,” you heard your mum say into her phone. “Sure, that won’t be a problem — uh huh — yeah. Okay, I will see you soon.” Mum hangs up.

You keep working on the hat you’re making. It’s a witch’s hat; tall with a buckle on it (why do they have a buckle though?). You were glad you had learnt, because sewing was a great skill for putting together costumes for all of your adventures.

Perhaps ten minutes later, you hear a knock at the door and mum walks by to answer it. You don’t pay that fact too much mind when you distantly recognise a voice. Jumping to your feet, you carefully listen for a moment before breaking into a run to the front door, an enthusiastic smile on your face.

At the door, holding hands with her mum, is Bow Kid. Your mum and hers are talking, Bow Kid looking up between them. You come to a stop at the doorway as she notices you and immediately brightens. You pull her into a hug.

“How come you’re here?” you ask her.

Separating, she frowns slightly.

“Auntie is in the hospital,” she replies sadly. “Mummy’s got to go and help out. She’s got to fly there.”

“Oh,” you reply, not sure what to say. It wasn’t something you have ever thought about, or wanted too, really.

“Don’t worry, it’s not really bad,” Bow Kid’s mum says, spotting your worry. “I’ve just got to pick my sister up from the hospital and help her for a few days until her partner is able to get back from overseas.”

Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe it was like a broken bone?

Bow Kid’s mum pulls out her phone and checks the time. She makes an unhappy sound.

“Sorry, I’ve got to get going or I’ll miss my flight.” She crouches down to your level and hugs her daughter. “Now, be good, okay?”

“I will!” Bow Kid replies.

Her mum smiles before planting a big kiss on her cheek.

“Bye,” you say as she quickly walks to her car.

“Bye, mummy,” Bow Kid adds.

Bow Kid’s mum opens her door and is about to hop in her car when she freezes and then quickly goes around to the other side, opening the back passenger door.

“You’ll need this too,” she says, doing something.

You’re not sure what until her mum pulls out Bow Kid’s car seat.

“You know what they say,” she says, jogging over with it, “the seat goes with the child.”

Your mum meets Bow Kid’s mum halfway, taking the car seat from her.

“Yes, we don’t want to forget that,” your mum says mirthfully.

“Thanks a lot again for doing this,” Bow Kid’s mum says over her shoulder as she gets into the driver’s seat for real this time.

You and Bow Kid wave as she drives away.

“You had anything to eat, sweetie?” your mum asks Bow Kid.

“Some,” she replies unsurely.

Mum gives Bow Kid kind but questioning look.

“So what have you had?”

“Um,” she replies. “Some toast… at breakfast. Mum was… busy today.”

Mum gives her a sad smile.

“You’re a growing girl, I certainly don’t mind feeding you. Why don’t you put your things away and I’ll make you a snack before dinner?”

You lead Bow Kid to your room where she sets her bag down. You wonder if she’s got enough for a few days; the bag isn’t huge. If not, she can always borrow your stuff. Still, you’re curious.

“You fit everything in there?”

“Well, yeah,” she replies before suddenly looking unsure. Bow Kid cautiously unzips her bag and her face falls. “I — uh — I forgot my you know .” She looks up at you, an uncomfortable expression on her face.

“Nappies?” you supply.

Bow Kid embarrassedly nods.

“What do I do?” she asks aloud.

You’re not sure, and start thinking, before remembering what mum had said; wouldn’t she need to get nappies for you too? You’re pretty sure your friend wouldn’t have enough for both of you, anyway. So mum would have to buy some, right?

“Lets go ask my mum.”

Bow Kid looks slightly uncertain, so you take her hand reassuringly, letting you guide her out of the room. You do most of the talking as Bow Kid is strangely embarrassed by forgetting them.

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart,” says mum as she crouches to your levels. “Have you got plenty back at home?”

“Yeah,” Bow Kid replies.

“Have you got a key or is there a spare key about? We can go and pick them up.”

Bow Kid shakes her head.

“No, mummy doesn’t have a spare key at the house. She keeps it in the car.”

“Hmm — well, I guess we’ll have to make a quick run to the shops, okay?”

T_T_T

Mum tells both of you to go to the loo before you go. As you wait for Bow Kid to finish, mum pulls you aside.

“Sweetie?” she asks quietly. You look back questioningly. “Now, I know I said you can be in nappies too —” your heart drops; it sounds like mum has changed her mind “— but I think you need to ask your friend for permission, first. It might make her more and not less uncomfortable.”

Oh.

That sort of makes sense, and is way better than mum saying no. You nod.

“Okay.”

Heading out to the car, mum starts fitting Bow Kid’s car seat. Both of you watch as mum threads the seatbelt through the seat and then clicks in a thing a bit like a seatbelt plug to a special slot in the roof. Then she tightens the belts.

“All ready to go,” mum announces.

The car seat is pretty similar to your own. It’s got loops that your arms go through which connect together across your chest and then connects to another set of belts that go up between your legs. Your chair in comfy and you’re sure Bow Kid’s is comfy too.

“Now, lets check everything fits you properly,” says mum as Bow kid climbs up and sits in the chair.

After looping her arms through, Bow Kid lets your mum buckle her up and check the straps.

“All good?”

“Yep!” Bow Kid replies.

Maybe it’s mum’s attention, but Bow Kid seems less embarrassed about forgetting her nappies now.

You do your own buckle up which mum quickly checks before closing the door for you. Soon, mum starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway.

Looking across at your friend, you realise she’s in reach, even though she’s on the other side of the car. Your reach out as Bow Kid, spotting your movement, reaches out too. You hold her hand for a few seconds, but the long distance you have to reach is a bit awkward. Bow Kid seems to share the thought as you both giggle when you let go.

Knowing you have to ask Bow Kid about the nappies, you wonder how to ask. It soon occurs to you that if you ask in front of mum, Bow Kid might accidentally reveal how interested you are in trying them. A worry that mum might change her mind if you’re too keen comes to the forefront of your mind. So, you decide to ask her at the shops, or maybe when you get back home.

“How do your feel about coming in with me when I buy them?” mum asks Bow Kid.

Bow Kid blushes and shrugs.

“I guess I’m okay,” she says quietly.

You can see mum give her a concerned look.

“You can wait in the car if you want, sweetheart,” says mum kindly. “I’ll only be a few moments.”

Bow Kid seems slightly surprised.

“Oh — okay.”

That works perfectly for you, too.

It only takes a few minutes to reach the shops. As mum gets out of the car, she says, “I’ll only be a moment.”

“What do you do when your mum goes shopping?” you ask after mum locks the doors.

“Well — um — I can’t stay in the car for that long,” Bow Kid explains. “Mummy doesn’t make it obvious and she buys big boxes, so it’s only every few months.”

You nod, the explanation making sense.

“So, if it’s one a night —” Bow Kid nods “— that’s like thirty per month,” you think aloud. “They must be really big boxes.”

Bow Kid hums in agreement.

Now you need to ask the other questions.

“Can I ask you something? Something else?”

Bow Kid blinks in surprise before smiling widely.

“You already asked me something, silly,” she says, giggling.

You smile faintly back.

“Yeah, but it’s… something else,” you say, procrastinating. She’s looking at you curiously again. “After the sleepover, mum was asking me some stuff, about how I figured it out.”

You’re not sure how to continue it though. Saying you willingly will wear nappies is… something. Maybe your expression betrays your worry, because Bow kid looks worried back.

“It can’t be bad,” Bow Kid offers. “After everything you did for me…”

You give her an embarrassed but thankful smile.

“Well, I said that — to make you feel better — that I c-could wear them too,” you explain, substituting the actual word with them at the last moment.

Bow Kid’s eyes go wide at the statement.

“Mum said that I should ask you first, though.”

She looks shocked, but after a moment her smile grows. You think your can see her eyes glisten slightly.

“Really?” Bow Kid asks.

She looks deeply thankful at your nod.

T_T_T

Bow Kid joins you in making costumes when you get home. She hasn’t done sewing before, but jumps into it headfirst, keen to be able to make her own costumes for their adventures. It takes a bit of explaining and you have to show her the various tricks, but in no time Bow Kid is trying to make a cat face out of different coloured bits of fabric. She’s going a bit slower than you, but she also wants to get it right. You’re sure she’ll be as speedy as you in no time.

It’s about an hour into making stuff that you realise Bow Kid is missing her most important accessory: her bow .

It takes you no time at all find it in your costume box. Bow Kid sits there patiently as you carefully tug up her hair so the bow acts like a headband. Once you are done, you sit back to admire your handiwork.

“How is it?” she asks.

“You look super cute,” you gush.

Bow Kid blushes slightly at your compliment before your envelope her in a hug. It’s nice and comfortable to cuddle, but soon you’re back to work.

“How does this look?” Bow Kid asks, holding her cat up.

You know there’s a word for a flat sewn image thing, but can’t immediately recall it. It’s not like a teddy bear (or teddy-cat?) as they’re not flat. Oh well.

“That’s really good,” you say honestly.

You know your first attempts at sewing were… bad. It took time for you to get it right, but Bow Kid seems to have done loads better. Mum did tell you not to rush it.

“Really? You think?” she asks uncertainly. Perhaps she is wondering if you are just saying that because she’s your friend?

“It really is.”

Bow Kid still looks really uncertain. You try to think of something to convince her.

“I know!” you say aloud, jumping to your feet. Boy Kid looks at you in confusion, but it will be easier to show.

You go to your wardrobe and start digging through the stuff in the bottom, below the dresses and jackets and things you made hung on coat hangers. Throwing some things out of the wardrobe, you find a dress you had forgotten about from another adventure. You set that aside and then keep digging. Soon you find it .

“Take a look at this,” you say, holding the jumpsuit up for Bow Kid to see.

It was probably too small for you now, but it showed off the flowers you had sewed onto it. The sewing was really bad, but it was also one of the first big things you had made.

“Did you make this?” Bow Kid asked as she inspected it.

“Yep. It was the first thing I did.”

“It’s — um — good.”

You laugh.

“It’s not,” you say good naturedly. “It’s really bad.”

Bow Kid looked conflicted.

“Maybe…” she admits.

“You cat is way better even though it’s the first thing you’ve made with sewing.”

Bow Kid looks down at the cat in her hands a small smile on her lips. You put away the clown costume you’d made for the clown wars adventure you and Moustache Girl had played ages ago.

The pair of you end up in a comfortable rhythm, with Bow Kid making another, different coloured cat.

“Can we make clothes?” Bow Kid asks.

“Yeah,” your reply with a nod. “But we need a sewing pattern.”

“Oh — what’s that?”

You pause as you think about how to explain it.

“It’s like paper with all the bits of fabric you need printed on it. You then cut it out and pin it to the fabric so you know where to cut.”

“Ohhh.” Bow Kid paused. “Do you have any?”

“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “But mum found some online and printed them off for me. Lets go ask.”

You and Bow Kid go looking for your mum. You find her enjoying a book on the couch.

“Having fun?” she asks Bow Kid.

“Uh huh,” Bow Kid replies. “I’ve been making kitties.”

Mum inspects the cat Bow Kid holds up. She smiles widely.

“Wow, that’s very good.”

You look at Bow Kid, quietly saying, “ See?”

“Mum, can we pretty please use the computer to find some patterns. I want to teach Bow Kid how to make things with them.”

Mum silently laughs when you say Bow Kid .

“That bow looks very cute on you.” Bow Kid looks pleasantly embarrassed at the praise. “Alright then, you can use it. Let me go get it.”

Mum closes her book with a bookmark between the pages and goes to her office to get her laptop. She’s soon back, setting it up on the dining table in sight of her.

“Call if you have any trouble, and don’t waste the paper.”

You nod in understanding. Mum taught you all about how you shouldn’t waste things, so if you weren’t sure you were printing it right, get some help.

“What do we do now?” Bow Kid asked.

“Easy, we just search.”

You type in clothes patterns , bringing up loads of sites that had them. Then you remembered that some cost money, so you added free to the search. In no time at all, Bow Kid was scrolling through the pictures of different things.

“I don’t know what ones to pick,” she eventually says.

“Want some help?”

Bow Kid nods.

“Maybe…” you ponder out loud. “Maybe we can do something you can sew the cats to?”

Bow Kid brightened at the idea.

“Like a t-shirt?”

You shrug.

“You could do other things too, like jumpers or jackets… or hats?” you suggest.

Bow Kid keeps scrolling.

“Stop!” you say. You reach out, pointing at a cardigan. “How about that?”

Bow Kid clicks on it, bringing up a bigger picture. She shares a happy glance with you.

T_T_T

You had a roll of lime green felt that you had thought about making a cape or a cloak with, but now seemed perfect for Bow Kid’s cardigan. It the same shade as Bow Kid’s super cute PJs.

Printing the pattern out, you then had to tape it together because mum didn’t have a big enough printer, then you and Bow Kid went to work cutting out the various parts.

“So, you pin it like this,” you say, showing Bow Kid how to pin the paper to the fabric. She watches carefully and then mimics the process. “Yeah, like that.”

You end up moving into the lounge where there’s more space. Mum makes some suggestions rearranging each of the pieces.

“There, now you won’t waste any fabric,” she declares.

You could see how they fic together better, sort of like —

“Like a jigsaw puzzle!” Bow Kid says, thinking along the same lines.

Mum laughs.

“Exactly.”

It’s getting dark outside as mum puts some dinner together. You’re explaining how you make clothes inside-out when mum says dinner is ready.

“Thank you, Hat Kid’s mummy!” says Bow Kid as she eats the spaghetti bolognese.

“No problem, sweetie. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

You’re about done when Bow Kid loudly yawns.

“It’s been a really long day, hasn’t it?” mum asks her. Bow Kid nods. “I think you two should have an early bed tonight.”

You grumble a bit, but tone it down when you realise Bow Kid is looking apologetically at you. You don’t want her to think you were angry at her.

“Do we have to?” you say instead.

Mum pretends to think on it. You know she’s way faster than that though.

“Hmm, how about you two get ready for bed, and then you can stay up a little bit longer, working on your amazing crafts things?”

You look brightly at Bow Kid who seems happy at the idea. You nod at mum and get up from the table. You hold Bow Kid’s hand as you go to your room with her. As you do, it suddenly hits you that you’ll probably be in a nappy soon. It suddenly seems real, and embarrassing. But at the same time, it sounds nice and will also make Bow Kid happy.

Maybe your unease is really obvious, because Bow Kid looks at you comfortingly.

“You okay?” she asks.

You shrug.

“Just wondering,” you say. But Bow Kid is clearly waiting for more. “It’s just about… nappies.”

“Oh —” Bow Kid frowns slightly. “You don’t want to… anymore?” she asks timidly.

You shake your head.

“No, I… do, it’s just… I dunno what happens.”

“Oh — well you just lie there and mummy — your mummy — does it.”

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. Mum soon pokes in you head.

“Did my darling daughter ask you?” mum asks lightly.

It takes a moment for Bow Kid to realise what she means.

“Yep.”

“Well, just bring your PJs through to the lounge, you two, and I’ll get you ready.”

She disappears while you go red in the face, remembering again what was about to happen. You grab your PJs as Bow Kid pulls out her cat-eared PJs. You stare for a moment, wondering if you could make some PJs like that. Bow Kid notices you staring, however. She looks ponderous for a moment.

“Do you want to trade PJs?” she asks.

“Your PJs for mine?”

“Yeah.”

It sounds like a really cool idea, but your PJs are really plain in comparison.

“Mine aren’t very interesting though.”

Bow Kid smiles and shrugs.

“ I think you’ll look cute in them,” she declares. “So, I want to see you in them.”

You blush at the praise. There’s no way you’d say no to your friend.

“Okay.”

When the pair of you march into the living room, mum is reading her book again, waiting.

“So, who will be first?”

You glance at Bow Kid and you see her make a decision.

“I’ll go,” she offers.

As she stands up, mum grabs the big packets of nappies that was sitting on the floor next to the couch, ripping open the packaging as she did.

“Lie down on the carpet, honey.”

Mum unfolds the nappy as Bow Kid puts her PJs on the coffee table and lies down. She catches your eyes as she waits, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face as she does. Meanwhile, the nappy now unfolded, mum sets it aside before pulling up Bow Kid’s blue dress. You can see Bow Kid lift her bum slightly as your mum pulls off her undies and then slips the nappy under her.

You probably shouldn’t, but you were immensely curious, watching us mum folded the nappy up over your friend, and then with one hand on the front of the nappy, pulled each side up over, sticking it them into place.

“How’s that feel?” mum asked.

“All good,” Bow Kid replied.

“Want help with your PJs?”

“Um — okay,” Bow Kid replied with slight uncertainty.

Mum smiles at her, reaching for the bundle of clothes. Picking up the trackies, mum shares a knowing look with you before threading Bow Kid’s feet through the holes. Bow Kid lifts her nappied bottom as mum pulls the trackies up over her, before doing the cord up for her in a bow. She then helped Bow Kid upright and helped pull the dress up over Bow Kid’s head before helping her with the t-shirt.

You could remember back to a time when mum still helped you dress like that, and while maybe you wouldn’t want to do it all the time, it did seem nice to do at least occasionally.

“So, you’re the cute kitty cat tonight?” mum asked you.

You blush faintly.

“Yep.”

Mum smiled at you.

“Well, come on then, lets get you ready.”

You suddenly realise your heart is pounding. It’s a mixture of crazy embarrassing and at the same time it seems really nice to be looked after. Having to think about it, you put a foot forward and walk over. Lying down in front of mum, you wonder if there’s anything you need to do. You’re in shorts and not a dress, so does that complicate things.

Looking up, mum unfolds the nappy and lays it next to you. You try not to think too much about it as mum unbuttons your shorts, so you look to your side at the nappy. Reaching out, you lift it up slightly, letting you see the pastel pink and blue design of Minnie Mouse. Realising how cute it is, your heart seems to swell slightly, enough that you barely think about mum tugging off your undies.

When you look up, you notice that Bow Kid is sitting next to you, looking at you with a reassuring smile. At the sound of tape, you look down to see mum finishing up. The nappy around your is tight but secure.

“Can you pass me the PJs?” Mum asks Bow Kid before looking down at you with a soft smile. “It’s been a few years, but I still remember how I used to do up your nappy.”

You blush at the mention, averting your eyes to follow the PJs being passed over you. Mum holds them up for a second to get them around the right way and then pulls the zipper down. Flipping them around again, you remember the zipper goes at the back on Bow Kid’s jammies. Then, mum threads your feet through the holes.

Pulling them up to your thighs, mum pulls you upright and then gets to her feet, pulling you so you’re standing. She tugs the PJs up over your nappy before lifting your t-shirt up over your head. Your try to get your arms through the arm holes, but the back-opening clothes are a bit unusual to you and you struggle slightly to Bow Kid’s giggle. Soon, mum helps you with them, and then turning around, mum pulls the zipper up over your nappy and up to your collar.

“All done. How does that feel?” mum asks.

You squirm slightly in your nappy and onesie. You can feel the slightly bulk of the nappy between your lets and you’re sure the PJs are holding the nappy securely against you. It feels nice though — nice and secure.

Not sure how to voice it however, you nod. Glancing at Bow Kid, she gives you a thankful smile, stepping closer to you. She pulls you into a hug which you easily return affectionately.

T_T_T

Mum’s doing something on her computer while you sit cross-legged on your padded bottom. The nappy securely around you is nice. Looking over at Bow Kid (her bow needed readjusting after changing into her PJs), you can see the top of her nappy peeking out of her waistband. She yawns and catches your eyes, smiling at you before turning back to her careful fabric cutting.

“Does your mum do it the same?” you ask.

Bow Kid thinks for a moment.

“Sometimes,” she replies. “But sometimes I get my own undies off first.”

Knowing mum will send you both to bed soon, you decide to find out if there’s a movie on TV, because then you might get to stay up later. Bow Kid perks up as you fiddle with the remote and start browsing through the channels. It doesn’t take long to find Finding Nemo.

“Have you seen this?” you ask Bow Kid.

“I think so,” she replies uncertainly.

Her eyes on the TV, she puts down her scissors. It doesn’t take long for Bow Kid to find herself enjoying the movie. It’s cut short by an ad break. Bow Kid frowns.

“I hate ads,” she grumbles.

It’s the strongest denouncement you’ve ever heard her made. You think for a moment.

“I think we’ve got the DVD of this,” you say, getting to your feet.

Going over to the shelf, you scan the titles until you find.

“Here!” you say, pulling it out. You quickly load up the DVD and have the movie going before the annoying adverts are even over. “Wanna sit on the couch?” you ask.

Looking up from where she was laying on the floor, Bow Kid nods and gets up to join you. You cuddle next to her to enjoy the film.

By the time Marlin and Dory are trying to carry the mask with the address on it, mum comes into the lounge room to tell you it’s time for bed.

“But mum, we’re watching a movie,” you say.

Mum sighs.

“Okay, but you have to go straight to bed afterwards,” she says. As you nod, she picks up the remote, pausing the film. “But I want you two to brush your teeth now.”

You and Bow Kid agree, and get up to brush your teeth. As you do so, you watch Bow Kid yawn again. She looks a bit tired, but is still smiling. Soon you’re back on the couch cuddling.

T_T_T

As you watch Nemo tell the school of fish to swim down to escape the net, you glance at Bow Kid only to realise she’s fast asleep on your shoulder. She’s always cute, but again you’re reminded how cute she is sleeping. You barely notice the credits rolling as you watch her, cuddle against her side. It’s comfy.

“Now, it’s time for bed,” mum says, making you jump slightly.

She’s smiling, but you can tell she won’t be up for any more arguments about staying up — and to be fair, Bow Kid is asleep, or was as she blinks the tiredness out of her eyes.

“Time for bed?” she asks tiredly.

“Yep.”

As you stand up, she follows slightly more unsteadily. Mum is waiting, obviously intent on making sure you do go to bed.

“Do you need a change, sweetie?” Mum asks as you get to your room.

Looking over your shoulder in confusion, you’re pretty certain you hadn’t used your nappy.

“I’m okay,” say Bow Kid quietly.

Mum gives her a kind smile.

“If you’re wet, you will need a change.”

Bow Kid shuffles slightly at your side.

“Well…”

“Let me get you a fresh nappy.”

Mum urns back towards the lounge room and after a moment wondering where you should go, decide to guide Bow Kid to your room. Turning your light on, you think you can see Bow Kid’s nappy bugling slightly. She’s blushing embarrassedly, so you pull her into a hug.

“Lay down on the bed and I’ll get you into a dry nappy.”

Looking at mum, you can see two nappies, however.

“Do you need a change too, sweetie?”

“Oh, um — I’m dry,” you say, blushing.

At those words, it occurs to you that you do need to go to the loo, but isn’t that’s what your nappy is for?

Mum accepts your words as Bow Kid lays down. Rather than pull the trackies off, mum only pulls them down to her knees, exposing the visibly wet nappy. There’s enough room then for mum to untape it and put a fresh nappy underneath her. Soon, Bow Kid is securely taped up in a dry nappy.

There’s a round of goodnights as mum turns off the light.

T_T_T

“You okay?” Bow Kid asks, you’re not sure how long later.

You hadn’t gotten to sleep yet, the discomfort in your bladder having risen to the point where you just couldn’t. You knew you just had to go in your nappy, but for some reason you just couldn’t. You had initially thought it was the fact you were on your side, cuddling with Bow Kid, your legs mostly together, so you fidgeted and squirmed, lifting your legs so there was space to go. But you still couldn’t.

You feel guilty knowing your movement kept Bow Kid up.

“I need to pee,” you admit after a moment.

“Oh,” Bow Kid replies. You can see you eyes shine even in the low light. “Like, you want to get up and go to the loo?”

You were supposed to say yes, but you know Bow Kid sometimes goes because it’s easier. She admitted that last sleepover, and for the same reasons don’t want to.

“No.” You try to think. “I just can’t go,” you admit quietly.

You can see Bow Kid chew her lip, clearly thinking.

“The — the first time I tried to go, it was hard,” she admitted. “It was like I knew I wasn’t supposed to go there.”

“Oh,” you say in understanding. That made sense.

“It’s… easier on your back,” suggest Bow Kid.

Untangling yourself from her, you roll on to your back, your bladder ending warning signals as you do even though you can’t go. You try to relax and go again, but it’s still hard. You are aware of Bow Kid next to you, awake, and wonder if that makes it harder. After a few moments however, she shuffles closer to you.

“Try to imagine you’re on the toilet,” she says sleepily.

You close your eyes and try to tell yourself that, slowly relaxing. After a few seconds, you suddenly feel a spurt escape you. You freeze and the flow halts in its tracks. You can feel the little bit of encouraging wetness and try again. You can imagine your toes brushing to cool tiled floor and the slight chill of the room, and slowly the flow begins.

It’s a relief on your aching bladder, and you add some encouraging pressure. You can feel the liquid hit your nappy, some of it splashing back. It runs down between your legs and down your bum, pooling on top of the padding slightly. It’s warm and your can feel the nappy swell between your legs, the flow seeming to go on forever.

You sigh, your bladder happy, as the flow drops to a trickle. You lay there happily for several minutes before reaching for your nappy and giving it an experimental squish with your fingers. It’s warm hugs you nicely. Rolling and cuddling back up to Bow Kid, the warm nappy squishing between your thighs, before drifting off to sleep.

T_T_T

The next morning you wake to Bow Kid watching you, a smile on her face. It’s a nice sight to wake to.

“Sleep well?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you happily reply, your arms tightening around her.

“You’re wet?”

Though you doubt Bow Kid can see it wish your face in her t-shirt, you blush at her words.

“Yeah,” you say again.

Bow Kid lightly giggles.

“Thanks,” she says honestly. “Thanks for… being my friend.”

You hum positively at her words, your face still in her shirt, when something warm and wet touches your forehead. You blink up at a slightly blushing Bow Kid and realise she kissed you on the forehead. You smile back reassuringly.

“It was —” You want to say it’s nice being in a nappy, but instead settle on, “— nice to not have to get out of bed to… you know.”

Bow Kid nods, chewing her lips.

“I’m — I’m actually dry.”

“Is that common?” you ask.

Bow Kid shakes her head.

“Not really. I need to go, though.”

You wonder for a moment if she’ll just go there, but a thought occurs to you.

“I’ve got a weird question,” you start with.

“I trust you; you can ask me anything, Hat Kid.”

It makes you feel warm to know she trusts you that much. You try to muster up your courage. It is weird though.

“Can I… watch?” you ask timidly, your face going red. “I — I’m curious… what it looks like.”

Bow Kid goes red in the face too, chewing her lip nervously. As you begin to cringe, wondering why you even asked that , Bow Kid nods.

“If it’s too embarrassing…” you suggest.

Bok Kid shakes her head.

“No, it’s… okay,” she replies, looking deep in thought. “Do you need to go, again?”

You squirm. You probably could.

“Yeah.”

“Can I… watch?” she asks.

It seems fair. You nod.

“Do we get up?” you ask.

You’re not sure what to do, but you guess Bow Kid needs to take her trackies off, and you… need to get the onesie off. As you watch Bow Kid get out of bed, you can see her nappy peeking out of her waist band again. You do the same, standing upright with a wet nappy bulging between your legs.

Clenching your thighs together, you can squeeze the wet mass between your legs. It’s still comfortably warm.

“Um — can you help me?” you ask to Bow Kid’s confusion. “With the zipper?”

You meet Bow Kid halfway, at the foot of your bed. Turning around, you let her unzip you. You can feel the tightness of the fabric over your nappy go away as the zipper moves, suddenly making the nappy feel heavier on your hips.

Turning around with the onesie mostly still on, you find Bow Kid kicking off her trackies. She’s blushing and fidgeting nervously. Deciding to get it over with, you shrug off the sleeves and push the onesie down, steeping out of it. You feel as nervous as Bow Kid looks, standing there in just a wet nappy.

“What do we do?” you ask.

Bow Kid is still chewing her lip.

“Maybe… squat down?”

You slowly do so, the Nappy beginning to feel like it’s hanging below you as Bow Kid does the same. Her nappy is obviously dry.

Suddenly, you feel like you might loose you balance and fall onto your padded bum, but Bow Kid’s hand reaches out to grab you. You hold her hand and meet her eyes.

“Can we —” Bow Kid draws in a deep breath. “I don’t think I can hold it for much longer,” she admits, a touch to of desperation in her voice.

You nod.

This position is way easier than last night, and with the already wet nappy, it feels much easier to just let it out.

Watching Bow Kid’s nappy, she pulls up her t-shirt, giving you a better view. It’s almost weird to see, but the wrinkled nappy starts to expand, the outer plastic going taught. From your own nappy is the audible tinkle of the liquid splashing inside.

Bow kid is red in the face, her breathing deep, and so is your own you realise.

She suddenly lets out a relieved sigh, closing her eyes, her nappy looking heaving and hanging on her waist. She does this little wiggle, causing the bulk to swing slightly. She has an embarrassed but pleased smile on her face when she meets your eyes.

“All done?” she asks.

You nod and you both carefully get to your feet, the nappy feeling even heavier.

Suddenly, you’re both laughing.

T_T_T

Bow Kid puts her dress back on, still wearing her wet nappy underneath. You think about putting your shorts from last night on, wondering if they’d even fit over your nappy when Bow Kid holds up her PJs.

“It’s cute,” she insists.

You take her word for it as she zips you up, the onesie making your nappy feel more secure as you both head out into the lounge room.