They went into the restroom together. Unfortunately it was a small two stall bathroom and the stalls had no doors. Deborah felt trapped. She could rip the pull-up off of her, but she still had to take off her blue jeans to put the clean pull-up on.
Ami had already sat down and started peeing, so Bridget hurried to change. Taking her shoes off in a gross bathroom always disgusted her. She quickly put the new pull-up in place and started to pull up her jeans when Ami came out of the stall.
Deborah’s face felt hot when she noticed Ami looking at the wet pull-up at her feet. “Are you okay, Alison?”
Deborah finished pulling up her pants and then tied her shoes before picking up the wet pull-up and throwing it away. “I’m fine.”