It all was because of the damn bus….
Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn’t have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself.
“D..amn,” I said. Usually I don’t swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception.
“Did I hear you swear?” My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed.
“Yeah, I uh need to pee,” I replied.
“Well, surely you can hold. We’ll be at my house shortly,” she replied. I was heaing over to Jem’s place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up–for some strange reason, my mother didn’t trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen.
I didn’t reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where’s the freakin’ bus?
The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again.
“Oh gosh, Lauren, you’re not a kid. Hold it,” Jem commented. I didn’t reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move!
Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem’s house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped.
“I don’t think I can hold it,..”
Jem shook her head. “Bloody hell, you’re not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we’re there!”
I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. “Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!”
“I…I…” I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights.
“Come on, we’ve got to get to my house.” She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped.
“Quick! Up to my room!” She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! “Bloody hell Lauren!” She screamed.
“I’m so sorry…”
“The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I’ll clean up.” Nodding and giving her a “I’m sorry” looking, I did so. I just couldn’t believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person’s home!
After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. “Jem, I’m so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I’m so ashamed.”
“Well, I guess it can happen,” she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better.
“You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here’s the rest of your uniform,” she pointed.
Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, “Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?”
Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. “Uh, I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Well, look at me and look at yourself.” I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes.
“But…I can’t just stay around semi-naked!”
“Well, you’re lucky I’m a girl as well. Still…” she paused then continued. “I’ve got an idea. Be right back.” Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, “I’m sure these are your size.”
It was then I saw the picture on package. “Are those diapers?”
“If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum’s a nurse and my father’s a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these.”
“Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!”
“Well, as you said, you don’t want to stay semi-naked right? And I don’t think you and I want another accidental wetting.”
I started to back away. “No…no way I’m gonna put them on.”
“Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!”
I wasn’t really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. “Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?”
“Yeah, now,” she tossed the package over to me. “Get them on. I don’t want to see your crotch anymore.”
I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby’s nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open.
“You don’t know how to put it on?”
“Well no, it’s not a pull on knickers…”
“Get up from the bed,” she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger.
“Wait, are you going to nappy me?!” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
“Hurry up and lie own on it. We’ve got to finish the project for Mrs Granger.” I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!!
“Yikes!” I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part.
“This is called Destin. It’s cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now.” But I just bathed I thought.
“No powder?” I murmured from my position.
“Not that my mother taught me,” she continued, and I felt another cold sting.
“Roll over,” she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. “All done.”
I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. “Do you hear that?”
“Most nappies crinkle,” she commented, gathering up the stuff.
“It feels really weird.”
“Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let’s get on with the project.”
We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again.
“Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo,” I said.
“Don’t you realise what you have on?”
“Huh?…wait you want me to pee in the nappy?”
“Well, that’s what they are for. But wait, let’s still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor.” I did so and then my bladder couldn’t hold any longer. I couldn’t believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I was certainly turning red.
“Well that’s a huge piss. Don’t think you should sit around in that,” Jem said.
“You mean to get changed?”
“Of course. ”
“I think my clothes should be ready,” I countered. Let me out of this.
“No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off.” Oh shit.
Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. “Ow, ow, ow,” I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy.
“I’ll put your clothes in the dryer and then we’ll finish up.”
While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn’t really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn’t imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool.
Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. “Well, we’ve still got time to kill, your mum’s not coming until five.”
“When will my clothes be ready?”
“Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute.”
“I’m not a baby….” i didn’t want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully.
“Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public.” I turned red again. “Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out.”
“Then my mother will have to know…”
“Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?”
“Snack,” I replied, realising I haven’t eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. “What?”
“I bet you’ll need to pee again.”
“I won’t.” I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though.
Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. “Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor,” she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought.
I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother.
“How was your day?” she asked.
“Oh, just the usual,” I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I’ll come back again, I thought. For the nappies.