Megan breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her mother to change her. As uncomfortable as she was with it, she was too fatigued to protest. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.
“I never envisioned having to do this again,” Nancy commented, sliding a fresh diaper under her.
Her comments did nothing to make Megan feel more at ease. Megan did, however, notice that her mother used baby powder while diapering her. While the smell was strong, it wasn’t unpleasant and it would probably be better for her skin. How come she never thought of that?
“You can help yourself to some dry cereal when you’re ready,” Nancy addressed. “In the meantime, try to rest and take it easy.”
“Thanks. But I’ve been resting.”
Megan tried desperately to get comfortable and fall asleep once more, but it was no use. She was up, so she might as well make the most of it. Climbing out of bed the second time around proved to be quite a bit easier and she eventually made her way out of her room.
“Hey Meg,” Carrie greeted.
“Good morning…. or afternoon…or whatever,” Megan replied. It was only then that she realized the bottom of her robe was open and her diaper was showing. Blushing, she quickly attempted to close it.
“It’s OK,” Carrie assured her. “I know about your…er…problem. You could have told me, you know.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Meg remarked as she went to get some cereal.
Lacking the strength to go anywhere or ever get dressed, Megan found a big comfy chair and turned on the TV. The only thing on that was even remotely interesting was children’s’ cartoons. She sat and watched and even found herself laughing hysterically at the hijacks of Roadrunner and Wily E. Coyote even though she had seen them many times as a child.
Eventually, her appetite and a bit of her strength returned and Megan helped herself to something more to eat. This proved to be a mistake, as she found herself rushing constantly to and from the bathroom to avoid the indignation of soiling herself…even though she was already wearing a diaper. Exhausted once more, she finally returned to bed and read for a while before dozing off once more.
Somewhere between consciousness and dreams, a sharp cramp hit. Megan did not awake at first, as she mistook the seismic pounding in her abdomen as merely another part of dream. When she finally did wake up, she found herself in desperate need of a bathroom. She leaned over the side of her bed, wretched, and dry-heaved. Before she could move any further, she filled her diaper.
“Ewww gross!” she exclaimed.
Nancy happened to pick that moment to check on her. She was surprised that Megan could simply lose control by that, but chalked it up to her being sick and helped get her cleaned up. Megan was embarrassed half to death (and so was she for that matter), but they got through it. Megan drank some more water, ate the crackers her mother offered her and went back to sleep once more.
Day passed into night and night became day once more. Megan woke up feeling profoundly improved. Her diaper was wet and she was still a bit sluggish, but her stomach felt fine and she could move about much more easily. ‘Relieved’ was an understatement; she felt nearly reborn as she showered and changed. Before long, she was dressed and on the phone with her friends telling them what happened. Apparently, some kind of crazy rumor had circulated that she was actually involved in a car accident (as opposed to a near accident) or had suffered a mental breakdown (as opposed to a near breakdown).
“I called yesterday and your mom picked up and said you were sick,” Des told her.
“I WAS sick,” Megan answered.
“But you’re better now?”
“Yeah. At least I hope I am.”
“Cool. You know the pool’s gonna be open in a few days, right?”
“Yup yup. I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. You take care now…. and tell Raul to keep out of his cousin’s and my business.”
Megan giggled and hung up. Her brother was standing before her with a slightly guilty expression on his face.
“Hi Meg,” he said.
“Hi Steve.”
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“I’m sorry I made fun of you for having to wear diapers.”
“You didn’t make fun of me.”
“Yes I did,” Stephen told her. “While you were asleep.”
Megan’s face soured. “Oh.”
“Anyway, I shouldn’t have done it and I’m glad you’re OK.”
“Thanks.”