Deborah put on her pull-up and sighed. She had enjoyed wearing panties during the day again. She hadn’t seen or heard from the terrorist in weeks, except in her nightmares, and that meant no daytime accidents. She knew better than to go without protection at college and her bedwetting still required Depends to keep her sheets dry. She was leaving for college that day. She pulled her jeans up over her padded bottom and pulled on a t-shirt diagramming the rules to play rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock.
She picked up the last of her things to take to her car. When she walked down the stairs, her mother met her.
“Alison,” her mother said. “You got everything packed?”
Deborah nodded.
“Do you have enough supplies?”
“Yes.” She blushed. Even though she had lived as Alison for five months, she still never got used to thinking of the Murphy’s as her real parents. The bedwetting really embarrassed her. So far the only ones that knew about that were her parents, Lia, and Ami. But of course everyone at her high school knew about the embarrassing accident she had, or rather Alison had, before Deborah found herself not in her own body as a condemned inmate, but in a high school student who just had a messy and public accident.
Nobody could know about that. If anyone suspected, Deborah feared they might try to kill her for the crime the terrorist had framed her for.
“Well Lia is outside,” her mother said.
“Oh thanks,” said Deborah. She carried her last bag to her black Ford Crown Victoria and put it in the passenger seat.
“Are you going to say goodbye,” asked Lia. She stood beside the car and frowned, with lips twisted in a pout.
“Sure, Lia.” She stood to face her friend. “I know we were supposed to be roommates, but things didn’t work out.”
“I know. You had to go to WSU instead of University of Idaho.” Lia frowned. “I’m over that. We are still friends. I just wanted to see you off before you go and to let you know I am not mad at you.”