Relena hoped that as well, suddenly realising that it was for real. Dorothy intended to send her out wearing the six pair of sanitary panties. Wearing what was to protect her in case she had an accident, which she would not, because she had never wet herself by accident (not since she had been three at least). Of course she could not say that it was not by accident, because she did not want to tell Dorothy that she had chosen to wet herself, because she could not explain satisfactorily why she had done so.
“Here,” Dorothy said, interrupting Relena’s thought. She was holding a white brassiere in her hands, holding it towards Relena.
Relena took it and put it on, reaching behind herself to fasten the clip, then adjusted the shoulder straps. Next she was handed a blouse. It appeared that Dorothy was not going to help her dress after the panties, but she was going to be there.
The trousers, thankfully, were loose enough that the thickness of the panties did not show and with the jacket that she put on last there was an extra layer of camouflage around her hips and bottom.
Dorothy regarded Relena critically and then said, “Be careful not to bed over, or do anything that will pull the material tight over your rear, or they will show.
“Thank you,” Relena said, amazed that she was thanking Dorothy.
“Well, let’s get you to your car. You do have a busy day.” Taking Relena by her elbow Dorothy led her out of the room and down the hall. Soon after Relena was placed into the backseat of a taxi, on her way to a meeting with a large number of very powerful people. And she was going to be doing it while wearing six pairs of panties. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi she was made quite aware of the padding under her bottom.

The morning meetings passed slowly, as they always did. Relena was always trying to keep the peace, doing her best to find some common ground between people that felt they were on complete ends of the political spectrum. It was hard work, but work she enjoyed. She also forgot what she was wearing under her slacks. Then she would shift about on her chair, or try to close her legs, and the thick padding would make itself obvious.
It was all she could do not to blush at those times, or lose her concentration.
When the meetings finally ended, with the midday break ahead of her. Relena wondered what she was going to do. She planned on heading back to her apartment and replacing the sanitary panties with a single pair of silk panties. And she would have, except for Dorothy was waiting for her at the doors of the colony administration building.
“Want to go for lunch?” Dorothy asked, smiling, in her most friendly aspect.
“Well, I was thinking of going home,” Relena said. She did not want to go with Dorothy.
“Nonsense,” she told her as she walked up and took Relena’s arm in her, linking them at the elbows. “It is a wonderful day, and I have already made reservations.”
It was again the choice between making a scene or just going along with Dorothy. She might have chosen the scene, but all those times she had kept herself in control because of the panties had drained her. She let Dorothy lead her out of the building and towards the waiting limousine.
The restaurant was not far. It was an Italian place, constructed to appear like a villa from that country. Almost as soon as they entered the establishment the hostess was at their sides, leading them to a private room at the back of the restaurant.
“A waitress will be with you soon,” the hostess told them, then closed the door.
Relena looked around the room. It was rather large for the small, round table and the two chairs within. There was a window that looked out into a small garden behind the restaurant. It was a comfortable room, warm, and comfortable.
“Take down your pants,” Dorothy said.
“What?” Relena asked, suddenly shocked out of her admiration of the room. She turned and looked at Dorothy, fully expecting that she would be joking. The look on her face told her that she was not. “You can’t be serious?”
“Hurry up,” Dorothy told her.
“But the waitress could come in!” she almost shouted.
“Then you had better hurry.”
Relena found herself, not for the first time, caught within an uncomfortable situation without any easy solution. She thought of leaving, but again was stopped by the desire not to get caught up in a scene. She realised she would have to put her trust in Dorothy, not an easy thing to accept, and yet the best solution. She wanted to trust Dorothy she supposed. Still¦
“Please, don’t make me do this,” Relena pleaded, with tears in her eyes.
“Stop being silly,” Dorothy said, as if she were talking to a child.
Relena released the trousers and let the fall to around her ankles. She was standing out of view of the window, but were anyone to enter they would see her.
Dorothy walked up, moving between Relena and the door, which relieved Relena somewhat. She knelt down and took the pants from around Relena’s ankles and then reached up and pulled the first pair of panties down Relena’s legs.
Once they were off she examined them. Relena realised she was looking for evidence of wetting. She blushed slightly at that, and would have told Dorothy that she had not wet herself, would that not have been so embarrassing.