Disgusted with herself, Megan ran back to her room. Though he meant well, her father made it sound like she had some kind of fatal disease. And while she knew her parents would be there for her, she was also acutely aware of how her bedwetting made them feel.
“Why can’t this just go away?” she asked no one in particular.
She no longer felt like going out. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and disappear for about 10 hours. Begrudgingly, she opened her bag and removed her last diaper. Disgust poured through her as she examined the undergarment. Why did she ever think that this was OK? She then glanced over at the bottle of pills and quickly remembered. Well, there was no way she was going back on the medication. But did she really want to wear a diaper again? It was quite possible that the mysterious ‘illness’ had run its course. It was also possible that she could wake up in a river of her own pee. Megan groaned.
AShe put the diaper back in the bag and hoped for the best. It was time to take back control of her life.
She unfolded the diaper and lay back. Even though this was a tough time and she felt conflicted, she knew better than to let pride get in the way of her judgment.
She unfolded the diaper and lay back. Even though this was a tough time and she felt conflicted, she knew better than to let pride get in the way of her judgment. Soon, the diaper was taped securely on her. She lay awake in bed for close to an hour pondering the complexities of her newly tumultuous life before succumbing to sleep once more.
Megan had the day off from work and slept in late. It was a Friday and she hoped to bring closure to what had been a rough week. A disappointed groan escaped her when she discovered her diaper to be wet. The problem had not gone away as she had hoped. However, she though with a hint of relief, at least she was prepared for it.
As she shuffled across her room, Megan became increasingly aware of the loud crinkling noises her diaper made. She knew it was only a matter of time before Carrie and Stephen found out and she made up her mind to tell them later. Pausing in front of the mirror, Megan curiously examined herself. The diaper might have been white, but unlike GoodNites, there was no mistaking in for underwear. It was bulky and obvious…. and yet strangely alluring.
“I look like a dork,” Megan remarked. “But cute. A cute dork.”
After showering and dressing for the day, Megan departed for the vast cornucopia of commercialism that was the mall. She still had her gift certificate and a little shopping was bound to put her in a better frame of mind. Besides, after the denim cutoffs she had on now, she hadn’t any more shorts she felt comfortable wearing.
Unburdened, Megan took her time browsing and trying things on before she got down to any serious shopping. She visited the sunglasses hut, the gourmet foods store and a plethora of other places with plenty of cool things to look at that were overpriced and served little practical purpose. Lastly, she stopped by Victoria’s Secret. She knew that if she were to be looking for dates again (which she soon would be), she needed to be able to get a guy’s attention. And while she could be perfectly charming and sweet, the fact remained that nothing beat a peek at a very sexy pair of panties.