The next week passed pretty much as it does for any one in this situation, except for the nightly ritual of allowing her mother to put her diaper on, Suzy continued as normal.
Over the weekend she noticed a new run of adverts on the television from Procter and Gamble, for Pampers. They had started to get competition from Kleenex, who were now offering Huggies in a range of sizes. Suzy was surprised at the line the advert took, emales cartwheeling and playing sports, with a background narration saying Pampers would keep them dry and leak free, and now had extra strong tapes which wouldn’t come undone during these activities. It ended with five young females from a netball team pulling up their skirts to show their Pampers, still securely fastened after a hectic game.
Suzy was bemused; the young females seemed to think this was perfectly normal. She knew lots of them must wet the bed, because of the manufacturers bothering to make diapers in her size. She was of course unaware that the whole advert was produced by Sirius with computer animation, there were no real females in diapers during the day, at least not yet.
Monday morning dawned, and Suzy was awakened by her mother as usual, and her diaper hung heavily and stained yellow, again as usual. She went to clean up, and came back to dress, which was when she noticed that the new diaper pack her mother had bought on Saturday now had a sleepy stylised younger one on it with the words ‘Pampers overnight, for sleepy older young females ’ on it. She had thought the diapers were thicker, but had dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. Maybe she was right after all.
She dressed in her uniform, dark blue blazer, white blouse, dark blue aline skirt, white knee socks and shoes. Tights or stockings were permitted , but Suzy could never be bothered with those. After a quick breakfast she was off to catch the bus.
On the way she began to need a wee, but was sure she could hold it.
During the day she noticed the increase in frequency that she needed to wee, there were more damp spots in her undies, and once she had come close to wetting herself at the end of the history class. She wasn’t the only one, all the other young females had been excused from the room on numerous occasions, and once she thought she could smell urine from one of them.
The bus trip home usually took 30 minutes, and inside 10 of them Suzy needed to wee again, despite going before earlier. One of the other young females was obviously in a similar state, squirming in her seat across from Suzy, then squeaking suddenly and wetting her pants. Urine rushed off the plastic seat onto the floor, but there were no shouts of derision, the boys on the bus seemed to think this was normal, and the young females were extremely grateful it wasn’t them.
Suzy made it to her stop, but on the walk to her house she suddenly felt the urine flooding down her legs, no warning, she just wet herself walking along. She couldn’t do anything other than continue her walk, so she did, uncomfortably aware of her clinging wet pants and soggy socks. Her mother was standing in the hallway when she arrived.
“Oh Suzy, did you have an accident? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go out like that. Come on lets get you cleaned up.”
“I can do it Mum:”
“No come on, I want to make sure you don’t get a rash.”
Suzy’s mother took her upstairs and ran a bath while Suzy undressed. She sat on the toilet and watched her daughter wash herself thoroughly and then dry off. Then she took a bottle out of the medicine cabinet. Through her hands Suzy could see ‘Pampers’ something and ‘baby smooth’ at the bottom.
“Now I want to make sure you don’t get a rash, open your legs and let me put this on.”
Suzy complied and watched, rather embarrassed, as her mother smeared the lotion over her. She felt a slight prickling sensation, and a little heat, as she dried her hair, then her mother took her into the bedroom. On the dresser next to her overnight diapers was a new package, with a young female running in a park, her skirt flaring to show the diaper underneath, with the legend ‘ Pampers, for active young females , now with more secure tapes’.
“Mum, I don’t need those.”
“Don’t be silly, you wet your pants today, that’s not unusual for young females your age, I should have put these on you before.”
“But it was just one accident.”
“Alright, if this is still dry at bedtime, I’ll let you try knickers again tomorrow, if not you’ll wear these. Fair.”
“I guess so.”
“Ok, let me wipe off that cream, lie down.”
It was only then that Suzy noticed the changing mat on her bed. The patterns on it matched those on the diaper waistbands she wore at night, and of course it was the right size for her. She lay down and opened her legs to let her Mother clean off the cream. As she did so all of Suzy’s pubic hair came with it, even the little ones round her anus.
“Mum, what have you done!”
“Shh Suzy, this is the best way to avoid diaper rash, it’s recommended by doctors.”
Suzy was too stunned to reply, she looked like a toddler down there, even without her diaper on. She lay back and allowed her Mother to powder her and tape up the diaper.
“There all done, get dressed, dinner will be ready in half an hour.”
Suzy put on a skirt, jeans were out of the question, and a T-shirt, then sat down to start her homework. She came downstairs when her Mother called her for dinner; she hadn’t felt any need to wee and was confident of winning her deal.
“Suzy, let me check your diaper” said her Mother after they’d eaten and washed up.
“It’s fine Mum, I haven’t needed a wee yet.”
“Let me check anyway.”
So saying her Mother crossed the room and checked
“Fine indeed, you’re soaked, it’s a good job these diapers are designed to last four hours between changes, or you’d be leaking on the floor. So it’s diapers for you now young lady, as we agreed.”
“Ok Mum”
Suzy was led upstairs to have a fresh diaper put on, she tried to undo the tapes of the wet one she was wearing, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Silly lie down and let me do it, these new tapes help to keep the diaper on when you’re playing, I don’t think you’ll undo them by yourself.”
So Suzy endured the first of many changes that she couldn’t help with. She was wiped, powdered, and put into a fresh diaper, then went downstairs to watch television.

Sirius reviewed the reports on the results of stage two. Many young females were now wearing diapers during the day, and of course had to be changed by someone else, but some had resorted to thick sanitary pads, particularly those in families without a mother present. Stronger measures would be required; it’s programming called for all to wear diapers at all times. Sirius prepared a new line of adverts, both subliminal and normal, and changed information on Procter and Gamble’s mainframe to suggest that parents were dissatisfied at the containment in the back of their Pampers.

Another Pampers advert came on the television, this time for a rash cream. There was a young female on a changing table, with a woman, presumably her mother. The ad was discreet, but the diaper that was removed wasn’t, not only was it wet, there was a brown mess in it as well.
“As your one gets older, it becomes more difficult to keep her clean. Pampers rash cream can help, it’s zinc oxide base stops the build up of harmful bacteria, and the patent formula removes hair, making it much easier to keep your daughter clean and fresh.”
The advert ended with a smiling younger feamel getting off the changing table, with her clean diaper on, running out of the picture. Suzy was incredulous, where did they get a young female who was willing to have a wet and dirty diaper changed on television, and then show her face to millions. Did young females her age still dirty themselves?
Sirius had done another masterful job, the advert looked real, and soon the subliminal message that went with it would start to work.
When it was time for bed, Suzy went to get ready, taking off her clothes and cleaning her teeth. Her diaper was wet once again, and she had no recollection of using it. She called to her mother.
“Mum I’m ready for bed”
“Coming”
Suzy lay down on the changing mat and was changed into her overnight diaper, her mother commenting on her wetting two diapers in an evening and what a good job she’d bought the day one’s.
In the morning Suzy was woken as usual and went to the bathroom to clean up. While she was in the shower, a trickle of urine ran down her leg. She pretended it didn’t happen and washed the leg again. Then she dried and went into the bedroom to have a clean diaper put on by her mother. That done she started to dress.
“Oh, you can’t wear that skirt anymore Suzy.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve had a letter, they have asked that young females wear shorter flared skirts, to make changing easier.”
“Changing, ooh”
Suzy suddenly realised that she was wearing a diaper she couldn’t take off on her own. She’d have to ask to be changed, like a toddler.