Emma woke up, covered in pee, yet again. She kept telling her mom it was the pills that she made her take for his iron deficiency, but she never listened! That had been going on for a few months. She was used to it by this point. She groaned as she hopped out of bed and over to her bathroom for a shower to get rid of the pee that clinged onto her. She looked inside the cupboard for a towel. There was some weird purple package in there. She didn’t question what it was. She took off her pyjamas and layed them down on the mat on the floor. She was completely naked. Her boobs bounced slightly as she stepped up into the walk in shower she’d synced to her alarm clock. When her alarm clock went off, so did her shower! What an amazing time was 2030 to live in?

After her shower, she went back into her bedroom, stripped the sheets and put them in the washing machine. She soon changed into her cool new miniskirt, her pale yellow bee shirt and her denim jacket she’d had since year 9. She sighed as she smelt her room. Bedwetting was not something a 14 year old should be doing.

“Emma! Can you come down here?”. Ugh, her mum was calling her. What was this going to be about? She went downstairs, as slowly and as loudly as possible. What? She was a teenager! It was basically her right! She was met with her mum, looking at her holding the weird purple package she’d seen in the bathroom.

“Listen sweetie, you know how you’ve been wetting yourself?” Miss Rose, Emma’s mother, asked her. “Yeah, in the night? Why?” “Well honey, I think I know what’s wrong!” Was her mum finally going to understand that it was them pills? Would she soon be able to stop taking them?

“Listen, I think it’s a combination of two things. So, ever since your daddy died, you’ve had a lot more on your plate. I think you’re too stressed out. Listen honey, I think you should wear diapers. I think that your nightime accidents is your subconscious saying potty training is too stressful!”

Emma was shocked! That wasn’t it at all! No! It was those stupid iron pills! Couldn’t her mother believe her? “No! It’s not them! It’s them pills!” Emma cried. “JUST LET ME STOP TAKING THE PILLS!”. Miss Rose looked at her teenage daughter with comforting eyes. “Listen honey, this, your little temper tantrum just now? That’s a little girl thing! Why hadn’t I noticed the signs before? Now, you’re going to be diapered, or your phone goes in the sink with the washing up!”

Emma’s eyes widened! Her mom was serious about this. “Listen honey, if you can get home with a clean diaper this week, I’ll let you buy some panties to wear!” Emma thought about this. “Ugh, okay. I accept. What do you mean ‘buy some’ mom?” “Well honey, I’m going to be throwing your panties away! Not like you’ll be using them for a while! Now, how about I change you?”

Her mother directed her over to the coffee table…