Stacy Part 3
Stacy Part 3
I.
Stacy was now 13 years old and still wetting the bed on occasion. With each wetting, mom and dad added one week to the time she had to wear Goodnites pull-up diapers to bed and one month to the time she needed to keep a plastic sheet on her bed.
Stacy was also wetting herself during afternoon naps and had been told by her parents to do bladder control exercises and go to the bathroom on a schedule. At least she was potty trained, finally.
Mom and dad had tried to potty train Stacy when she was nearly three years old, and they continued to do so for several years. It wasn’t that Stacy was a slow learner, it was just that her body wasn’t ready.
They put her in terrycloth training pants when she was three, but she just ended up wetting her pants, so they put her into disposable pull-up diapers. When they sent her off to kindergarten, they told her that the other kids would laugh at her because of the pull-ups, and they worked with the school to make sure Stacy had regular changing times in the nurse’s office. The other kids thought she had to take medicine at the nurse’s.
Stacy made a friend named Nellie. Nellie invited Stacy over for a sleepover. Stacy came home and said, “Mommy, I wanna go to Nellie’s house an’ ‘pend the night.”
Mom said, “Okay, baby, let me talk to your dad about it.”
“Otay, mommy.”
Mom and dad talked with Nellie’s parents about Stacy’s diapers.
They said that Nellie wore Pampers to bed as she was still a bed wetter, so they made a plan to tell each of the girls about the others’ problem. It went very well and they became close friends. By the time they were in fourth grade, Nellie had stopped wetting the bed, and Stacy was finally out of pull-ups. At thirteen, Stacy thought she had her problem beat, but as puberty made her feel like she was becoming a woman, it also brought her back to her childish problem.
II.
After three weeks of being a bed wetter again, Stacy was only dry about 5 nights a week, and she was having occasional daytime accidents. Her teachers had become annoyed with the number of times she used the bathroom during the day, so her parents sent a note to the school and she didn’t have to worry about wetting her pants in school. At home was different. Part of her re-potty training was to wear Goodnites at home or when she went anywhere with the family.
She was to hold it as long as she could to exercise her bladder muscles, then hurry to the bathroom. It was terribly embarrassing and it made her feel like a child again, but she could wear skirts or loose pants so no one would know about her diaper. There was only one terribly embarrassing incident.
The Saturday before Nellie’s birthday party, Stacy’s parents took her to the mall to shop for a present. She made sure to use the bathroom before leaving the house and made sure her pull-up diaper was on good and tight. She was getting used to the comfort and security the diapers gave her, but she was still determined to get out of them.
She wore a blue t-shirt tucked into her long black skirt so there was no chance of the Goodnite being spotted. Mom wanted to look for new shoes, and Dad needed a new drill, so Stacy was left on her own to find a present for Nellie, the family was to meet in one hour at the food court for lunch, then do some shopping together.
Stacy quickly found some great presents for Nellie at Claire’s, then wandered through a few other stores while she waited for the hour to be up. As the hour was almost up, she began to feel the familiar sensation of needing to pee, but it
wasn’t urgent, so she held it like she was supposed to do to exercise those muscles.
Stacy met her parents at the food court and they all had pizza. Stacy was careful not to drink her soda too fast. When she stood up from eating, she felt the return of the familiar sensation, but she knew that she could still hold it and she wanted to avoid the inevitable questioning from her parents. Stacy went with her parents to the bookstore.
In the bookstore, Stacy picked up a copy of one of the newest fantasy novels. As she began to read passages from it, she was suddenly hit by a powerful urge. She put the book down and hurried out of the store as fast as she could while holding it in. Stacy knew exactly where the bathroom was and made straight for it. “Oh, no,” she thought.
Standing between her and the hallway to the bathroom was Mandy Cooper, a friend whom Stacy didn’t exactly like and whom she definitely didn’t want to know she was wearing a Goodnite and about to wet it. Many was the kind of girl who was only nice to people who were high on the middle school social ladder and Stacy was one wetting accident away from loosing her position on the ladder.
“Hey, there, Stace, what’s the hurry?” Mandy asked sweetly. “Oh, nothing,” Stacy said coming to a stop in front of Mandy so she wouldn’t look suspicious, “I just have to go to the little girls
room.”
“Oh,” Mandy replied with a smile, “Hey, are you going to
Nellie’s party next week?”
Stacy was trying to politely pull away from Mandy, “Yes, I am. I just got her present today,” she said as she tried to step away.
Mandy was walking with Stacy, “I will definitely be there. I got her a great present. What did you get her?”
Stacy said, “Oh, a few things from Claire’s she’ll really
like,” then tried to break away from Mandy.
Mandy wasn’t having it, she was following Stacy down the hall to the bathroom now. Stacy was concentrating on holding in her pee, trying to politely walk away from Mandy, answer Mandy’s questions in a normal way, and worrying that Mandy would discover that she was wearing a diaper, or worse that she would loose control right here in front of Mandy. Something had to give.
Whether the bathroom was just too far or Mandy was taking away too much of her concentration, Stacy couldn’t keep it together. About halfway down the long corridor to the bathroom, Stacy sprung a leak. With horror, she felt the warm liquid flow like a jet stream out of her and into the diaper. She tried to stop herself but it was no good.
As the stream slowed and the liquid settled into the diaper to be absorbed, Stacy silently prayed that the Goodnite did not leak. She had not wet much, as it turned out, so she felt safe that Mandy wouldn’t discover the secret. Suddenly, she remembered Mandy and realized that they had both stopped walking. “What’s wrong?” Mandy asked.
“Oh, I, uh, just got a terrible stomach ache. My gosh, it’s
bad.” Stacy resumed walking to the bathroom so she wouldn’t arouse suspicion in the untrustworthy Mandy Cooper. They both continued the trip to the bathroom, where Stacy emptied what little urine was left in her and checked on the condition of the Goodnite. It was wet, but could easily hold another light wetting or two.
Next: “The Sleepover”
Written By: DLJay