Any doubts that my dream was any more than just that were dismissed as soon as I stepped into my car and turned the key, sparking the engine to life.
Of course it was crazy to think that it could have been real. The timing of Jane’s message was either a coincidence or had somehow subconsciously sparked my dream. However, I wondered what HAD taken place at Jane’s house last night.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out the answer. Jane was waiting by my locker, fully clothed of course.
“Peter you are not going to believe this!” she exclaimed without even a ‘good morning’. She grabbed my elbow and pulled me into an empty classroom.
“What happened?” I asked “I got your message, how did she find out?”
“I don’t know!” Jane said bewildered “After I got your uhh.. ‘delivery’ out of the mailbox I took it up to my room and put it in the package with the others right away. Then last night before bedtime I took my dry one off and gave it to her just like I was supposed to. She asked for the package, I knew she would, she counted them and then handed me a new one. By the time I went bed I was sure we had gotten away with it”
Jane took a deep breath and then continued “I was almost asleep when she came into my room and turned the lights on. She just looked at me and said ‘where is it?’ At that point I honestly had no idea what she was talking about! Then she said ‘Your diaper. I assume you peed in it before you hid it? ‘ I was in such shock I didn’t know what to say!”
I could see Jane was trying not to cry as she told me the story “Then she yanked my blanket off and pulled me out of my bed… and well you can probably guess what happened next?”
“Another spanking?” I said trying to sound sympathetic.
“Yes!” Jane wasn’t about to cry any more, now she looked angry! “And I swear this one was worse than the last one! I didn’t think she was going to stop! At least I didn’t pee on her this time!”
“That’s good” I said, amazed that at least part of my dream had actually occurred.
“But then… then…” Jane’s voice increased an octave “This is the crazy part. She said since I couldn’t keep my Goodnite dry… and since I hid it from her…. I had to wear… this…”
With that she lifted the ankle length dress she was wearing just far enough to expose what she had on underneath.
I had to stop myself from audibly gasping.
Jane was no longer wearing a Goodnite. Where I saw pink and purple butterflies yesterday I now saw something much less… decorative.
“Is that a…” I whispered.
“It’s a diaper” Jane confirmed, “a REAL diaper! Like babies wear! Well, this one’s for adults… But still! I’ve never had to wear one of these before! I don’t even know where she got it from!”
It was hard telling.
“Your mom really is a ‘B’!” I said.
“Tell me about it!” Jane rolled her eyes.
Just then the five minute warning bell rang.
As we left the empty room and made our way to class, I couldn’t help but steal a glance or two (or three) at Jane’s diapered butt.
To every other kid in the hallway the diaper would have been unnoticeable. But since I knew they were there….
Well, let’s just say her butt was cuter that day than ever before, for someone who is just a friend that is….
One thing was for sure. If this fiasco between Jane and her mother continued for much longer it was going to have a definite effect on MY grades. For the second day in a row I found myself completely unable to concentrate in class. I just hoped that Jane would tell me more at lunch.
The first thing I noticed as we sat down at the same secluded corner table was that Jane was not eating.
“Not hungry?” I asked, assuming that she was probably too stressed to eat.
“No I’m starving!” Jane corrected me “I haven’t ate or drank anything all day!”
“Why?” I really wasn’t thinking it through this time.
“Well this… thing… I’m wearing, I can’t exactly just take it off and go to the bathroom can I? What goes in has to some out and I prefer for it not to come out in there…” She said rolling her eyes downward.
The full reality of the situation suddenly hit me.
“You mean she expects you to use it?” I said, stating what now was obvious.
“Yes! And I can’t even change until she gets home! She said since I was just going to wet myself anyway she could at least keep me from hiding it from her!”
“Oh my goodness Jane! That’s horrible!” I was genuinely concerned for my friend “How long do you have to do this for?”
“Just for today, thankfully” Jane replied “She said that if I learned my lesson today I could get my Goodnites back tomorrow. I never thought I would be glad to have THOSE back!”
“Well still, you can’t starve yourself all day.” I reasoned with her “You’ll faint! Don’t you remember seventh grade?”
Back in seventh grade Jane had really wanted a CD by a certain popular boy band. Her mom had refused to buy it for her so Jane came up with a plan where she would skip lunch each day and by the end of the week have enough money for the CD. The result, however, was that near end of the second day Jane passed out during math class and had to be taken to the nurse (she had incidentally wet her pants then too). Her mom had to be called and when she found out what Jane had been doing she was furious. Looking back on it I am certain Jane had gotten spanked that day as well.
“You don’t want to pass out again.” I told Jane “And you have to drink something, you could get dehydrated and REALLY sick”
“Okay.. Okay..” Jane relented.
She went through the lunch line and returned a few minutes later with an apple and a bottle of water.
“Happy?” she asked.
“Extremely” I replied, well at least it was better than her eating nothing at all I guess.
After Jane had eaten her apple and drank her bottle of water we said good bye and headed to our separate classes.
When I saw Jane after school got out she looked rather distressed.
“Why did you make me drink that water?” she said through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t want you to get sick” I reminded her “Do you have to…”
“Yes!” Jane said with a note of urgency “Come on let’s just get to your car!”
Several times on the way to the parking lot Jane stopped and seemed to be composing herself.
Finally, when we got to the car she started bouncing up and down on the edge of her seat.
“Why? Why did I drink that water? Why did I listen to you?” Jane cried.
“I’m sorry” I said “I was trying to look out for you”
“I have to PEE so BAD!” Jane moaned, losing all pretense of dignity.
“Look” I reasoned “Just go. It probably won’t be that bad. Your mom will be home soon and you can change.”
I wasn’t sure if I was telling her this because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or because I secretly relished the idea of Jane wetting her diaper in the seat right beside me.
Jane continued to fidget and bounce in the seat as we drove to her house. At one point she got very still and quiet. I wondered if she had finally lost the battle, but I dared not ask. I didn’t know how she planned on making it anyway; it was bound to happen eventually.
As I pulled up in front of her house Jane turned to me.
“Peter?” she said quietly “Can you come in for a bit? I need your help with something”
“Certainly” I told her “What do you need help with?”
“I’ll tell you once we get inside” Jane replied in almost a whisper.
Not quite sure what was coming next I followed Jane inside.