Stacy Part I
Stacy Part I
I.
When Stacy woke up, it took her a moment to realize…she had wet the bed. She panicked. “Oh, no!” she thought, “I can hide this. I have to.”
Her pajama pants were soaked between her legs down to her knees, her bottom bed sheet had a big wet spot. Her top sheet was wet, too, but her blankets were dry. Stacy got up and covered her bed.
She hurried to take off her pajamas and panties. She went to the closet and got a plastic bag that she had hidden for such an emergency. Stacy had not had an accident for several months, but she knew the consequences. She had hoped that now that she was 13, she could stop wetting the bed.
Stacy put the wet clothes in the bag, tied it shut, and hid it in the closet. “Oh, no,” she said. She did not have anything to dry herself off. She panicked again. Stacy desperately looked around. “Aha!” she thought. She pulled back the comforter on her bed, and used her blanket to dry her legs, groin, and butt.
Stacy quickly re-covered her bed and went to her dresser. She put on clean panties and pajamas. She looked at the clock. It was almost time for Stacy’s mom to come and wake her for school. She felt lucky that she woke up when she did.
Stacy decided to go to the bathroom; that would make her parents think she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and keep her mom from coming in her bedroom. Stacy went to the bathroom, which was right across the hall. When she came out, her mom was just coming up to wake her. “Oh,” Mom said, “You’re up early.”
“Yeah, well, I had to use the bathroom,” Stacy said.
“Oh,” Mom said, “Are those the p.j.’s you wore to bed last
night?”
Stacy was nervous, “Duh. Yes, Mom”
They went downstairs. Stacy’s Dad was eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast at the kitchen table. “’Morning, hon’,” he said to Stacy. “Are those the pajamas you wore last night?”
“Yes, daddy,” she replied and sat down at the table.
“Hm,” he said, “Okay.”
Stacy and her parents ate their breakfast. Stacy forced the food into her nervous stomach. She hurried upstairs, went to her room and got dressed. She wore blue jeans and a pink t-shirt, and put her dark hair up in a ponytail. Stacy went downstairs and told her parents “good bye” and walked down the street to the bus stop.
Stacy spent the day planning how to get her wet clothes clean without her parents finding out, and worrying that they would find out what she had done.
II.
Like most days, Stacy went to stay at her friend Nellie’s house after school. They walked there, talking about this and that. At Nellie’s house, Nellie’s mom made the girls a snack and they went to be alone in Nellie’s room. “Don’t forget,” Nellie said at one silent point, “My birthday is next month, and you know what that means.”
“Slumber party,” Stacy said half-heartedly.
“What’s wrong?” Nellie asked.
“I…um…I had an accident last night.”
“Oh, my gosh.”
“I know.”
“That’s okay, it was just an accident, you’ve been dry for
months now, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but…what if…”
“Don’t worry about it. Just wear a Goodnite.”
Stacy sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. I guess it will be okay.”
III.
Stacy’s dad picked her up at the usual time. “How was your day,
hon?” he asked.
“Oh,” she replied, “It was all right.”
When they got home, Stacy’s mom was just coming home from the opposite direction. They all greeted each other and went inside. Mom asked,
“So, did you tell her?”
“No,” dad said.
“What is it?” Stacy asked nervously.
“Sit down,” dad said. Stacy sat at the kitchen table, and mom and dad sat down, too.
Mom said, “Stacy, we found the wet sheets and pjs.”
Tears came to Stacy’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry-I-I just-I didn’t-I
didn’t-“
“Baby,” mom said, “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay, because now-now I’ll-I have to-“
“What?” dad said, “Are you upset about having to wear
Goodnites?”
“Yes,” Stacy sobbed. “It was just one accident. I’m 13 now. I’m done wetting my bed!”
“Stacy, baby,” mom said, “Would you rather you soak your sheets like last night? Wouldn’t you rather wake up dry and clean?”
“The Goodnites don’t really keep me dry.”
“But,” dad said, “They keep you bed from getting wet, cold, and smelly.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Stacy sniffed.
“Listen, hon,” dad said, “you know the rules. You will wear the Goodnites every night for one week, and keep the plastic sheet on you bed for one month after each accident.”
“But—“
“No arguments. Also, you are grounded for one week because you lied
to us.”
Stacy hardly drank anything at dinner. She drank nothing after dinner. At bedtime, she felt dehydrated, but she did not care. She was determined not to have another accident. Stacy said “good night” to her parents and went upstairs to go to bed. Stacy saw that her mother had left a Goodnite out on the bed. Pouting, Stacy took off her pajama pants and panties.
She threw the panties in the clothes hamper. She quickly unfolded the diaper and pulled it on, then quickly put her pants back on. The Goodnite was soft and comfortable on her groin and butt. She hated the tightness on her legs and waist, but she knew that kept them from leaking.
Stacy pulled down the bed covers and was surprised at what she saw. Lying across the bed where her butt would lay was a wide, rectangular, cotton pad. ‘What is this?’ she thought. Stacy lifted up the end closest to her. The bottom of the pad was blue and felt like plastic. “Jesus,” she muttered. She put the pad back down. There was a knock at the door; it was her mother’s knock. “Come in,” Stacy said.
“Hi, hon’,” mom said, “I see you found the bed pad. It’s
something new. It protects the sheet.”
“Yeah, well, good-good night, mom.”
“Stacy, did you put the Goodnite on?”
She sighed, “Yes, mommy.”
“Can I see it?”
Stacy pulled down her waistband a few inches for a second, then right back up.
“Thank you, baby,” mom said. “Good night.” She turned out the light and closed the door.
Stacy got into bed. The plastic sheet crackled under her movement. She soon fell asleep, and hoped that she would wake up dry.
When she awoke in the morning, it took Stacy a few seconds to remember the diaper she wore. She stretched her body and the plastic sheet made that loud crinkling sound. Stacy reached down and felt the Goodnite.
It was dry! ‘Yes!’ she thought. Stacy happily got out of bed and
undressed, hurriedly removing the Goodnite, and putting her pants back on. She stuffed the diaper in the bathroom garbage and proudly peed in the toilet. Downstairs, her parents could tell by the smile on her face that Stacy had stayed dry. They were proud of her. She had a great day at school.
written by: Syd