Fresh tears poured out of Jordan’s cheeks as fresh waves of shame emanated through her body. She had been feeling more and more burning and discomfort over the past few days in that area and every time she had felt a sting it had reminded her of her secret. The more it had hurt, the more she had felt bad about herself. The immature girl had simply assumed that the rawness was just the normal plight all bedwetters suffered.
Laying the front flap of the diaper on Jordan’s crotch and tummy, Sally called for Margaret to come back in. “Margaret I’m sorry to delay this any longer but can you by chance get me some kind of diaper rash cream?”