You mind seemed to be playing tricks on you. You swore for a moment that Bow Kid’s PJs had a tail, but now the both of you lay on your bed on your stomachs, your legs swinging in the air, it was really obvious she didn’t have a tail. Still, ten minutes later you looked again and yep, still no tail. Just the bottom of her PJ’s zipper.
Your eyes moved onto other things for just a second before coming back to Bow Kid’s bottom. You weren’t supposed to stare at bottoms, but something caught your eye: her bum was sorta flat-like and now you were looking closely you could make out a faint outline of a…
You looked away, your cheeks beginning to feel warm. You glance at Bow Kid’s face next and find she’s still animating your chef plush doll (who is also a mafia strongman) through the most recent scene concocted, none the wiser. Your eyes turn back to her bottom.
As her legs swing in the air, the movement of her jammies causes the outline of a nappy to get more and less distinct. Bow Kid is in a nappy? Maybe?
You’re not sure what to think about this as your eyes break off from the sight again. Moustache Girl is still awake… barely, having exhausted herself enacting her fifth fight (after the first, she had fought both you and Bow Kid two times each), she looked ready to fall asleep, so your adventure had turned less from paly fighting to pantomiming some of the characters as the three of you did the voices.
Still, the thought of the nappy reminds you of your own need.
“Going to the loo,” you say as you slip off the bed.
Bow Kid strangely averts her eyes as Moustache Girl gives you a tired glance.
“’Kay,” Moustache Girl says.
As you sit on the loo doing your business, your mind wanders until you start thinking what it would be like to wear nappies again. How different would it be from sitting on the toilet like you were now? Would it be wet and warm? Would that be nasty? … or could it be nice?
Then your mind turns back to Bow Kid and wonder why she’s in nappies. You’re pretty sure she wasn’t wearing them until she was in her jammies, so maybe she had trouble at night? You don’t remember bedwetting; it wasn’t long ago, but you still didn’t remember it.
It occurs to you then that your mum probably knows and you begin to doubt there was a phone call given Bow Kid came back in her jammies. It suddenly makes sense why she was stiff and so worried; she’s scared.
Having finish your business and washed your hands, you go past the kitchen and get a cup of water. Done, you go through the lounge room, coming to a halt when you see Bow Kid’s backpack on the couch. She hadn’t brought it into your room like Moustache Girl had with hers and a curiosity begins to build. Walking over, you find the top hasn’t been done up properly and peer in.
In between some clothes stuffed into the backpack, you spot the clear white and pastel coloured, plastic folded nappy in her bag. You suddenly feel guilty for nosing about in your friend’s bag. As you head back to your room you vow to yourself to be supportive of your friend, to make her feel happy and safe.