“Alison, it’s time to wake up.”
Deborah stirred and looked toward her bedroom door where her mother was standing. “I’m up,” she said. She looked at her clock. It was already 9:30. She normal had to catch the school bus at eight.
“I let you sleep in. Your doctor’s appointment isn’t until eleven, but you should probably get up now.”
Deborah got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom for her shower. She undressed and looked in the mirror. Her diaper was soaked almost to the point of leaking. The bedwetting needed to stop. Hopefully the doctor would have something to say about it. She hoped it was something that wasn’t embarrassing. The daytime problems only happened when she was near the terrorist. She would still need her pull-ups when she finally decided to hunt him down and make him pay.
She went to the mirror and started to dress. Her pull-up would be obvious if the doctor had her undress. She was tempted to go to her room and get some panties, but maybe the pull-ups would help the doctor know how serious her bladder problems were. Jeans and a cute t-shirt would be enough for clothes; the doctor probably wouldn’t care what she wore.
She emerged from the bathroom and went to her room for her schoolbag. She would need it when her mother dropped her off at school after her appointment. Even though Deborah thought the appointment should help her, she dreaded it. At least it would be a doctor and not someone good looking. Even so, she looked in the mirror and attempted to make her hair look nice. She also added make-up.
“Alison, are you almost ready?” asked her mother.
Deborah exited her room. “I’m ready.”
“Good, let’s go,” said her mother. They went downstairs and got into the maroon Taurus. The last time she had ridden in this car, at least in the passenger seat, she had been a poopy mess. This time she was clean and she would remain clean because of her pull-up. At least she hoped.
During the ride to the doctor’s office her mother constantly talked about her control issues. “Now no matter what the doctor says, we’ll still love you,” her mother said. “You’ve been very responsible and not fighting me about wearing protection.”
“Well I still don’t want to be known as the girl who pees herself with or without the diapers,” said Deborah. “I want my normal bedtime routine back.”
“Well, the doctor will find out what is wrong and treat you,” said her mother.