Sitting in the doctor’s office, Jordan wished she could crawl under the chair, hide, and die. The last thing she wanted anyone to do was to look at her privates right now. The previous night her mom had given her one of Mindi’s pull-ups blindly assuming that the fit would be universal. But on the 5’8″ 145lb young woman with widening hips, a 5 year old’s size 2T pull-up was hardly a match. Jordan complained that it wasn’t going to work and the sides started ripping immediately as she got it on and into bed. Her mom dismissed the complaints as excuses to get out of wearing the undergarment and marched off to take care of the other girls. That Friday morning, Jordan had been greeted by a pull-up completely torn on one side, almost dry, and a bed full of urine and blood. It was an almost useless appliance.
Stories we Tell Scene 84
