A Naughty Christmas


“I’m not wearing this damn thing!” Reila swore under her breath as she pulled her cobalt jeggings back up. She wiggled around the tiny bathroom in her fur trimmed Ugg boots. The soft, stretchy fabric of her jeggings- the bastard love child of jeans and leggings- felt weird as it rubbed over her bare crotch and butt. Finally, the tight material settled just right on her slender frame. She tugged down her bright turquoise sweater-tunic and smoothed it in place. She turned, checking herself in the mirror above the sink. The thick, knitted wool covered her butt, hiding her freshly un-padded bottom from view.

“Perfect. The old hag will never be able to tell.” She smirked and tossed the unused purple with pink butterflies printed pull-up into the garbage, hiding it under layers of used, balled up paper towels just in case her mother decided to check the bathroom in suspicion of just such a stunt.

Reila put her hand on the door, hesitating for a second with a nagging sense of guilt. What if her mother lifted her shirt to make sure she still had her protection on? Given the last few months, Reila wouldn’t have put it past her. But in a crowded airport? No, not even her mother was that insane. She pushed the door open.

Eight hours was a long flight. What if she fell asleep and wet herself, as she had been doing every time she dozed off? She bit her lip, tempted to go back in, fish her pull up out of the trash and put it back on. Planes had toilets. She’d just have to remember to go a lot so her stupid, malfunctioning bladder stayed empty.

She stepped out and was immediately accosted by her mother.

“Took you a while.” Sonja stared at her daughter, pursing her red lips in displeasure.

“I had to take a shit.” Reila fired back at her mom’s suspicious accusation. She crossed her arms defensively. “I’m eighteen, not two. You can trust me.”

“Yet you wear the same undergarments as a two year old and act just like one. After your recent escapades, you’ve lost my trust. You’re doing a poor job of earning it back. Even the judge saw fit to strip you of your adult status. Need I remind you that just days after court. One more screw up and it’s straight up the river for you.” Sonja’s eyes narrowed at the back talk as she stared Reila down.

Reila’s defiant glare gradually withered to a sulky pout under her mother’s cool, firm disapproval.

Sonja was at her wit’s end with the girl. Barely an adult, yet she’d racked up a laundry list of misdemeanors and law violations long enough to do any hardened criminal proud. Just like her absent father. Sonja encouraged Reila’s spunky spirit, knowing it would help her get through tough times in life. Sonja could have used a little more spunk and backbone in her own childhood. Maybe then she wouldn’t have married young to a man who turned out to be a murderous loser that ended up in prison for life.

Reila had gotten into fights in preschool and elementary school. Middle school saw her skipping school and taking up smoking. High school was full of underage drinking, unsupervised parties, and smoking pot. Reila progressed to breaking and entering , vandalizing school property for a senior prank. Even though she was not a senior. She should have been, but all that hookie and sleeping in class led to her flunking junior year. This year she should be graduating, but she was repeating her junior year instead. Then came the sex tapes on the internet. The proverbial cherry on top was her getting arrested for shop-lifting lingerie at the mall.

The judge, being lenient with youth offenders and in the spirit of the Christmas season, gave Reila one last chance to clean up her act. He gave Sonja legal custody of her, declaring Reila unfit to run her own life Next stop for her was prison or one of those new Regression Therapy discipline camps for youth offenders designed to turn troublesome youth into moral, upright citizens.

“There’s a line of people waiting for the bathroom.” Reila said sulkily, lowering her gaze to her mother’s scuffed, off brand boots. Sonja, a single mother, did her best to give Reila the name brand things she liked. Right now, she just wanted her mother to stop staring at her.

“Because you were holding it up. You’d better still have your diaper on.” Sonja hissed in a loud voice then swept past for her turn in the bathroom.

“They’re pull-ups, not diapers!” Reila retorted just as loud as the door closed in her face. She was suddenly aware of eyes on her; her eyes scanned the airport crowd. Those nearby stared incredulously at her- the pretty, fashionable young lady loudly proclaiming her pull-ups were not diapers. Meeting her gaze, most on lookers looked away in embarrassment but some continued to stare. Few smirked in amusement.

Her cheeks flamed red as Rudolph’s nose and she ducked behind a nearby pillar. Why did the airport have to be so damn crowded? It was only the first week of December. Not holiday travel time, even though that’s what she and her mother were doing. Her mother with the embarrassingly loud mouth. Life just loved to take a big, steamy shit on her.

All she wanted was to have a little fun, to live her own life. She never hurt anyone. Yet the judge saw fit to turn her back into a child just for a little harmless pick-pocketing. Her mother had breathing down her throat ever since she was arrested and released.

On top of that, her bladder had been acting up since she woke up in the hospital several months ago. She’d gotten her stomach pumped after passing out due to a cocktail of various alcoholic drinks and funny shaped pills. Maybe a line or two of cocaine, she didn’t really remember. Those were the best parties- the ones she couldn’t remember. Pure bliss. Now, her life was pure piss. Wet bed every fucking night since she’d woken up in the hospital. Pissing herself during the day, too. Like when that cute cop handcuffed her. Or when she peed herself standing in front of that bastard judge. In a bizarre way, wet pants, along with her baby face, had helped convince the judge to be lenient with her.

All these accidents were just flukes. Nerves. Stress. The doctor had said something about street drugs being laced with other shit and unpredictable side effects, but what did that stupid bitch know? Reila did NOT need diapers. Pull-ups. She’d show them all she could keep her pants dry.


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Formatting definitely does NOT translate here. :wink:


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Yes, I made a big mess :wink: Working on fixing it 8)

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“NOO! LEMME OUT! AAAHHH!” The loud, prolonged screams made Reila jerk her head in the direction of the sound. A girl around her size and age thrashed, strapped in an over-sized stroller. A special needs stroller. A five point harness securely strapped the screaming girl in place. Heavily padded, yellow baby booties covered her feet, which were strapped into the leg rests to prevent her from kicking. Matching mittens covered her hands. A pink, plastic bib hung around her neck, covering her chest. It shined with dribbles of her slobber, which also coated her chin. Her blue jumper dress was pushed up by the thick straps restraining her. Under her dress was a long sleeved, yellow onesie. The crotch snaps were open, revealing her voluminous, bulging disposable diaper.

She slammed her mitten covered hands down on her legs, occasionally thumping off her thick diaper. The front of the once-white plastic was lumpy, soggy and yellow-tinged brown. The diaper was obviously well used. The girl had shit and pissed herself and had been left to stew in her own juices for quite a while.

Reila stared in fascinated horror. The poor girl more resembled an over grown baby a disabled person. Her eyes zeroed in on the dirty diaper on prominent display between the girl’s spread legs. An impending sense of dread washed over Reila; she felt as if she was staring at her own future. That could be her. She’d fit in that stroller. In that horrible, thick diaper full of piss and shit. Suddenly her despised pull ups were much more appealing.

The attention of the crowd was now on the spectacle of the screaming, big baby and the woman in a neon pink, velour track suit pushing the stroller.

“Rachel, sweetie. Shh. Mommy will get you out of that icky poo-poo diapee soon. You’ve been so backed up. You’re just full of big poopies, yes you are!” The woman cooed loudly, but the girl only screamed more, helplessly throwing an enraged tantrum.

The woman finally noticed all the eyes upon her. She looked around and said loudly. “Nothing to see here, folks! Just the face of severe special needs!” At that, most people looked awkwardly away, yet a few continued to stare. Rachel was one of them. It was too much of a spectacle.

The lady pushed the stroller towards the family bathroom right behind Reila, so Reila ducked behind another side of the pillar. Hiding so the woman would not see her. The stroller and screeching, red-faced big baby in it suddenly stopped besides the pillar. The lady bent down, digging through a yellow diaper bag with carousel horses on it.

“Rachie. Shhh. It’s okay, sweetie-baby. Your tum-tums must really be bothering you. Such a constipated baby. I guess that suppository didn’t get all the poopies out of you. An enema will get the rest out and you’ll feel all better!.” The woman cooed as she fished around the diaper bag.

Reila peeked out at the woman, her neon pink tush up in the air for all to see. She ducked back behind the pillar and peeked around the other side at the girl in the stroller. Puffy, red rimmed eyes in a snot-covered, red face stared pleadingly back at her.

“Help! Please! She’s crazy! I’m not retarded! I’m normal! She turned me into a big baby! Help! My stepmom’s evil! Call 911! Call the cops! You have to help me!” The girl whispered frantically. Her wild eyes bore into Reila’s.

Reila stared in shocked horror. She did not know what to make of the situation. Surely there had to be something wrong with the girl. Who in the hell would turn a normal girl into a big baby and humiliate her in public like that? Suddenly, a warm, wet spurt spread along her bare crotch.

Reila’s eyes widened and she forgot all about the girl. How? She just went potty! Pee! Peed on the potty like a big girl. Went to the bathroom to urinate like an adult. She was an adult. With a wet crotch.

“Here we go!” Rachel’s stepmother beamed as she stood up, holding the enema box up like a trophy. Rachel whimpered helplessly, her body sagging into the stroller cushions in defeat and dread of what was to come.

Before Reila could hide, she found the smiling lady suddenly smiling down at her. She wondered if the woman had overheard her daughter pleading for help. “Thank you for entertaining my silly baby. Is your mommy here, little girl? Does she know you had a little accident? I saw pee-pee stains on your pants.”

Reila’s face paled. Didn’t her long sweater cover her crotch? But the woman had been kneeling down. And she knew Reila had been spying on her. She was too shocked to even register how the woman was talking down to her.

“Oh, don’t worry, dearie. Only a mommy used to spotting leaky diapees would notice. Your pants are dark, it hides it well. Now, did you take your diapee off? Or did your mommy run out? I’ve done that before.”

Reila was shell shocked. Not even Sonja talked down to her like that. Did this deranged woman just assume Reila was retarded because she stood there in wet pants, staring at the woman’s freakshow daughter and the shitsack of a diaper on prominent display?

Reila’s face flushed red as Rachel’s, and she opened her mouth to give this crazy bitch a piece of her mind. “I’m not a little girl, you daffy old-”

“Reila! What’s going on?” Sonja cut her off before she could even get started. Sonja stormed over from the bathroom, assuming her daughter was causing trouble again. She paused, blinking in surprise at the large diapered girl in the stroller. Just what was going on?

“Oh, you must be this little girl’s mommy. She was so helpful, entertaining my special baby while I got a new diapee out. The girls were playing hide and seek! Oh, and your little girl had a little accident in her pants!” The woman added in a loud whisper.

Sonja stared in disbelief and confusion. No one ever complimented Reila’s behavior. “I-um- Reila…was…helpful?”

Just then, Rachel got her second wind. She brought her mitten covered hands up then slammed them down angrily on the huge bulge of her dirty diaper. She howled and thrashed once more. Causing people to stare once again, including Sonja and Reila.

“Rachie, shush, baby.” The woman looked at Sonja. “I got to change Rachie’s diapee- but here. Take these, I insist. Your little girl needs a new diaper, and it’s always good to have an enema on hand. Us moms of special babies got to stick together, you know! Toodles! Have a blessed day!” The woman waved and disappeared with the screaming Rachel into the family restroom.


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Sonja turned to Reila with a questioning look on her face.

Reila did not want to have any conversation regarding the weird woman, her wet pants, or her missing pull up. Which she needed to replace before mom recovered her wits and started bitching. “GOTTA PEE!” She shouted, not caring who overheard as she darted for the ladies room in a mad dash, cutting in the line. Women jumped out of her way before she bowled them over, then shot Sonja scathing looks for her daughter’s behavior.

Stalls were occupied, but luckily no one was in the outer part, by the sinks, hand dryers, paper towel dispensers and trashcan. Reila’s hands shook as she desperately dug through the trash. She dug past crumpled paper towels and a few cardboard coffee cups to the very bottom. Her knees trembled with relief as her reaching fingers brushed over the cloth-like cover of her pull up. Sonja hadn’t found it. The wet spot was growing cold between her slim thighs, destroying her short lived triumph at getting something over on her mother.

A toilet flushed then the stall clanged open and a lady stepped out. She barely even glanced at Reila as she went straight to the sink to wash her hands. Reila blushed, tucking the pull up under her sweater and slinking into the empty stall before someone else could get in. She pulled her pants down and knelt, hovering her bare bottom over the germ-infested public toilet seat. No pee came out. She didn’t have to go. They why had she spurted in her pants?

Reila scowled and examined the damage to her pants. She sniffed- it didn’t smell too bad; only faintly of urine. Drinking water was good for more than just staying slim, trim and beautiful as opposed to a soda-guzzling, disgusting porker. It also diluted her urine, so her pee didn’t smell that bad. Standing up, Reila pulled off a boot and jeggings off one foot. She was not putting one sock covered foot on an undoubtedly germ covered public restroom floor. She leaned against the metal stall wall for balance, slid her sock covered foot through the leg hole of the pull up, back into her pants and boot, then did the same thing on the other. The pull up was thicker than panties. She could feel it pressing against her, squished from the jeans. She ran her hand over her pert butt; she loved it when guys checked her out. She could feel the pull-up though she could barely see it.

She was tempted to rip it back off again. But after that little pee spurt, she was not taking any chances. Not that she NEEDED the pull up. She was going to wear it just in case. Keep it dry and show her mom. She was an adult. The pull-up did protect her from feeling the cold wet spot on her crotch.

“Reila! Let’s go! We need to get to the gate! they’re boarding now!” Sonja’s voice echoed off of the small bathroom.

Reila’s face went red in embarrassment. She tugged on her jeggings one last time, trying to get them comfortable over the pull up’s padding.

“Reila!” Sonja shouted again, making Reila wince.

“Coming!” She hollered back in annoyance. The stall door banged open as she dashed out. Her jeggings were not fully fixed and her sweater tunic flipped up; the top band of her purple pull up was visible. The women in the restroom stared at her, gazes fixing on the pull up.

“She’s a little old for diapers, isn’t she?” One lady muttered to another; Reila didn’t hear her.

“Probably a medical condition. Maybe she’s special needs? Her mother was shouting for her, after all.” The other lady answered back.

Soon as Reila set foot outside the bathroom, with women in line staring at them from Sonja’s shouting, Sonja started walking to the gate. She didn’t care who was staring- they needed to get to the boarding gate right now. Reila rushed after her mother, not having time to even notice the pull-up band she was showing to the world. She huffed, catching up to Sonja’s side.

“That weird lady said you had an accident.”

“No. I had to piss again. Besides, she’s batshit crazy.” Reila panted, tugging at her jeggings.

“Language. I can see how dealing with a difficult daughter makes a mother lose it. She’s not crazy, she’s frazzled.”

“Whatever.” Reila rolled her eyes.

“I found your diaper in the trash. I was coming out to make you go get it.”

Reila almost stumbled, her stride thrown off in surprise. “I did not! I have it on right now!” She denied.

“You rushed back in to fish it out and put it back on. I also see a wet spot on your pants that’s not from a diaper leak.”

“IT’S A PULL-UP!” Reila howled, temper flaring. Her mother was so fucking stupid. “IT’S A FUCKING PULL-UP, NOT A GOD DAMN DIAPER!” She howled in frustration. People stared, but mother and daughter were too intent on each other.

Sonja slammed to a halt. "You know better than to swear. Don’t you talk back to me like that! Maybe you need this diaper if I can’t even trust you to keep your pull up on and your pants dry! Or maybe that lady was right, and you’re miserable and fussy because you need an enema! " She pulled the huge, crinkly white rectangle out of the purse she’d hastily stuffed it in, brandishing it in Reila’s face.

Reila’s entire face flushed, mouth going slack in horror. How dare she pull that out! And everyone would know it’s hers! She glanced around, suddenly aware of everyone staring at the strange spectacle. She paled, anger draining, replaced by horrified embarrassment. “Put that away.” She ordered hoarsely, glaring at her mother.

“Let’s go.” Sonja snarled, shoving the diaper back into her purse with a loud crinkle. She stormed off. Reila paused, glaring mutinously at her mother’s back, before following at distance to keep as much space as possible between them. She tugged at her pants. One side slid further up, but the other side slid down, exposing more of the pull up. Her tunic stayed flipped up, giving the entire airport a good view of an eighteen year old in a diaper. Err, pull up.

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Sonja leaned into the cushiony seat and turned another page of her thriftstore paperback romance, then took a sip of her complimentary cinnamon sprinkled eggnog latte with a liberal helping of rum. If this was business class, she could not imagine what first was like. Already she felt like a spoiled princess or movie star. This was a whole different world from the cattle cars of economy.

She glanced out the small window at the puffy clouds floating by. Reila sulked in her spacious seat, arms crossed, staring out the window and sticking her lower lip out like she’d always done since she was two. She wasn’t appreciating the creature comforts at all. Her sweater covered her crotch, so Sonja couldn’t see if the wet pee spot had dried.

They’d been in the air for several hours now, so she assumed it did. She wondered if Reila’s pull-up was dry, but she doubted it. Reila had only gone to the bathroom three times, and one of those did not count because she’d come back grumbling about the bathroom being occupied forever. She hadn’t gone since. Any attempts to encourage her were met with bitching about having to climb over the fat slob in a suit at the end of the aisle. Sonja ended up reprimanding Reila, ordering her to apologize to the older man with the scruffy white beard, Reila telling her to fuck off, and Sonja apologizing to the man when Reila refused.

What was she to do about that girl? Spank her? Many times, the idea was tempting but Sonja had never raised a hand to her in all her years. She grounded Reila, took way toys and electronics, lectured and hollered, but drew the line at physical discipline. Some child psychologists advocated it, others said even a light, gentle swat could emotionally scar a child for life. She knew there was a big difference between discipline and corporal punishment, but she feared giving in to the temptation of putting Reila over her knee.
Sonja’s own mother had occasionally spanked her, and Sonja’s grandmother had been a devout believer of ‘spare the rod, spoil the child.’. Sonja felt like she’d screwed up somewhere with Reila. Maybe she’d spoiled her? Too soft? Too hard? She didn’t know; she’d never been very good at the motherhood thing. She had Reila young- too young, when she was little more than a child herself, and not ready for parenting.

“It was very generous of Great Grandma Uschi to pay for our tickets.” Sonja leaned over, speaking low so she wouldn’t disturb the other passengers.

Reila glanced sideways at her mother, barely turning her head. “Uschi? What kind of fucked up name is that?”

“Watch your mouth. It’s an old, traditional name. A diminutive of Ursula.”

“Hah! Like the sea witch from The Little Mermaid? So what, the old bat has tentacles or some shit?” Reila laughed mockingly.

Sonja frowned. A name that carried tradition, culture, and meaning. A fine, old, respectable name. Not a trendy moniker from a song title just because the vocalist was hot. A pang of regret shot through Sonja. She’d been too damn young to be a mother. "That’s disrespectful. Uschi is a fine name. The family wanted me to name you after her, you know. "

“Thank God you didn’t.” Reila rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Why are you dragging me to this backwoods shithole anyway? Is the old fossil on her deathbed or something?” She was far from pleased about this trip. She’d never even met the old bat. Her own grandmother and great-grandmother were rotting in their coffins. How was great-great Grandma Uschi, a relic from the stone age, still alive? Maybe she was a vampire? Reila snorted in quiet laughter at her musings.

“We’re going because she’s family. You do for family- you should know that by now. I’ve tried teaching you. And it’s the holidays. She asked us to come. This is the perfect time to get in touch with our family roots. She lives in a lovely little town. You’ll love it. The houses of southern Germany are so pretty. And you’re surrounded by snowy Alps. The last time I was there, I was just a little girl. I wonder how much has changed…” Sonja sighed, talking more to herself.

Great grandma Uschi’s invitation was more of a summons, and Sonja had no mind to refuse. This invitation had been a lifeline. Sonja recently had been laid off from her job, due to budget cuts and downsizing. Her savings had disappeared quite rapidly, dwindling down to nearly nothing. If it wasn’t for great grandma Uschi, they wouldn’t be having much of a Christmas at all.

“Whatever.” Reila turned back to the window, barely listening to her mother’s sentimental blather. She snagged her pop can, swigging the bubbly Mountain Dew. It was her sixth one already; she was bored and she had to conserve her iphone’s battery. Her bladder twinged, causing her to squirm. The dry padding of her pull-up brushed over her sensitive mound, teasing her.

She had to pee, for over an hour now. If she got up to go, she’d just get into another fight with her mother over the fat fool blocking the aisle. People that fat should be required to buy an entire row of seats so their lard would not inconvenience anyone else, Reila thought sourly. She needed to keep her damn pull up clean to prove to her mother she did not need them. So her only option was to hold it until landing.

Fuck saving the battery; she was desperate. Reila dug out her earbuds and iphone from her carry on as Sonja became lost once more in her trashy romance.


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C’mon, people - this is good stuff; I can’t believe you’re not here commenting…

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I’ve been following this elsewhere and I agree it deserves more comments so…

I started reading this after a few chapters were posted and it’s quite the page turner (or well, page scroller). Relia’s attitude problems and snappy interactions is fun to follow. She really needs to be put in her place though. With her problems extreme measures is probably needed before she can say something mildly nice and I can’t wait to read about that.

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Thank you both for commenting. :slight_smile:

Two hours later, Reila squirmed in agony. Rap music blared in her ears, but it didn’t even register in her brain. Her bladder spasmed painfully, ready to burst. She glared at her mother’s empty seat and the snoring fat man past that. The tub of lard reclined in his seat, taking up even more room. She assumed her mom was at the bathroom.

Reila wanted to kick the fat man, tell him to wake the fuck up and get the hell out of her way, then storm to the bathroom and pound on the door, barge her way to the toilet. She needed to piss, bad. She didn’t want another row with her annoying, bitchy mother or another fight with the fat man just to get to the fucking toilet.

She did have a pull-up on. She bit her lip. She wanted to keep it dry…but if she wet just a little, it would help her bladder feel better….And she could always sneak a new pull up out of her mother’s carry on. Hide the pull up under her sweater, and go change in the bathroom. She could trick her mother into believing she’d kept herself dry. Yes, that was her best bet.

Reila took a deep breath, held it, and concentrated on forcing her bladder to let loose, just a little. The pee would not come. Her bladder twitched but her muscles welded shut. She breathed out, shifting around and trying to force it. Nothing. She pissed herself accidentally all the time, but the one time she willingly wanted to use her pull up, her stupid bladder rebelled. Fucking figured.

She closed her eyes, struggling to force some urine out. She was going to pee in this fucking pull up, damn it! She grunted a little, but her bladder muscles remained tight and uncooperative.

On her way back to her seat, Sonja could not help but overhear a conversation between a girl who looked around Reila’s age and the girl’s mother.

“Mom, this pull-up feels gross. It’s all cold and clammy. Are you sure you don’t have another one in your purse? Maybe…maybe a pad or something?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re wearing the only pull up we have. Our carry-ons were too big, so they sent them to luggage.”

“B-but what if I have another accident?”

Sonja’s heart twisted. Too often had she been in the mother’s shoes. Their dilemma wasn’t any of her business, but she had two of Reila’s pull ups in her carry on. Indecisively, she looked at the miserable girl shifting around uncomfortably in her seat. She looked around Reila’s size; the pull ups should fit…

“Yes?” The girl’s mother noticed Sonja staring. The girl blushed and looked down, tugging at her soft, fuzzy pink skirt as if trying to hide her already hidden pull up.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help overhear. My daughter has …similar problems. I have some pull ups in my carry on if you’d like…your daughter looks about the same size as mine…” She trailed off awkwardly.

The sharp look on the mother’s face softened into one of cautious hope, both relieved and disbelieving in this strange coincidence. Someone overheard them talking about pull-ups, and that person just happens to have pull-ups of the correct size? “….Are….you sure? Doesn’t your daughter need them?”

“She’s fine. Our flight’s almost over and she’s managed to keep dry so far.” Sonja peered down at the blonde girl, whose gaze was firmly locked on her purple boots. Her pink skirt had ridden up. Her cream woolen leggings bulged out slightly around her exposed crotch, revealing the puffy, soggy, saggy pull up. Her cheeks blazed in bright apple embarrassment. She wriggled around, tugging her skirt back down, clutching the hem with her fists.

“Please…ma’am…” The girl mumbled softly. Hope had won out over her embarrassment. “We have a connecting flight to catch. I…I sometimes fall asleep and…and…” And wet herself. One more wetting, and her saturated pull up would leak. Their carryons would be transferred by airport staff along with the rest of their luggage.

“That settles it. I simply must insist. My daughter’s been in the same boat, so let me help. In the spirit of the upcoming holidays.” Sonja finished with an awkwardly forced smile.

The girl’s mother hesitated a second longer before nodding, seeing no other option.

Sonja wished Reila could be as polite as the blonde girl. Sonja went back to her seat, gingerly climbing over the dozing large man just enough to drag her carry on out from under her seat. Reila slumped against the window, eyes squeezed shut. Sonja thought she was asleep. She’d told her daughter to pack some pull ups in her carry on, and Sonja had packed a few extras in her own in case Reila didn’t listen. If Reila, as per usual, did not listen, then….well, lesson learned the hard way.

Sonja made her way back to the mom and blonde girl. “Here. There’s pull ups in here…” She held the carry on open so the mother could pull the pull ups out without showing all and sundry what she was removing.

The girl eyed the purple pull ups her mother pulled out, then her eyes widened when she saw the thick, white rectangle. “Th-that’s h-huge.” She mumbled, horrified by the thickness.

Her mother eyed the diaper, too. “Looks very absorbent. We have another long flight ahead, then a bus to catch…”

“M-mom!” The girl whispered, her horror growing, her face paling under her embarrassed blush.

“You can take whichever you like. My daughter has extra diapers in her own carry on.” Sonja generously reassured them.

“I’ll go to the bathroom even more, and I won’t drink much!” The girl shivered, her wide eyes fixated on the white, plastic, puffy, padded doom.

The mother hesitated, then took just the pull ups. “Thank you so much. And thank your daughter. These are a little big, but they’ll do just fine. It’s a very strange coincidence. But thank you.” The mother elbowed her daughter, who flushed even redder and looked down at her toes again. The tips of her purple boots smacked together as she tugged at her pink skirt again.

“Th-thank you, ma’am.” She whispered, fidgeting bashfully.

"You’re welcome. I suppose it is a little weird, but I was just in the right place at the right time. " Sonja waved off their thanks with a gentle smile then bailed back to her own seat, feeling as awkward about the whole thing as the family had looked. She was tired of bailing her own ungrateful daughter out of trouble. This polite girl was more deserving of the diapers. If Reila peed herself and wasn’t prepared…well, that was her own problem. Maybe some tough love would teach Reila to be prepared or grateful for help next time.

Reila could not take it anymore. Stupid bladder. She was just going to have to climb over the alpine mountain of lard and risk a confrontation with her loud mouthed harpy of a mother. She stood up and tried to squeeze past the reclining fat man. She pressed into the seat in front of her, earning a harsh, “Hey! Quit pushing my seat you little brat!” from the man seated in front.

“Bite me!” Reila snapped back, pushing the seat even harder.

“Damn brat!” The man waited a few seconds, and slammed the seat back. Reila wobbled, knocked off balance. Her arms pinwheeled but she was tipped too far forward to catch herself; she fell, right onto the man’s ample belly. “OOF!” She grunted. Warmth suddenly spurted over her crotch in a steady flow upon impact, stealing the tirade of insults she wanted to hurl at the fat man and the bastard up front. The warm, wet flood ran down her legs in a waterfall, overflowing the pathetically thin padding of her pull up. It instantly swelled, doing little to stop the damage of a full-bladder-flood.

She froze in horror, staring wide-eyed. She stared with baited breath. The snoring man never woke, never even stirred. Slowly, with stiff, jerky movements, she stood up. Her pee was everywhere. On the bariatric, sleeping man. On her pants, boots, socks. Her soaked leggings stuck to her swollen pull-up. The thin, swollen padding was a visible lump on her soaked crotch. Her leggings clung, saturated from the waterfall of urine. Reila curled her toes; her socks were wet and the fur lining of her expensive Uggs squished. A yellow puddle pooled at her feet. The sleeping man’s pants and abundant belly were wet where she’d landed on him.

Not only had she peed herself- just like in class, in jail, in court- but now she’d pissed on a stranger! A stranger she had previously ridiculed. Reila remained frozen, brain unable to process what she’d just done. Her thoughts shut down; all she could do was stand and stare.

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I do like this story but Reila does too good a job at being a spoiled brat for me. There’s very little there to humanize her. I understand that she feels cheated by life and is lashing out but as a reader, I don’t sympathize with her, find her entertaining, I don’t pity her, hell I can’t even fap to her.

Sonja to me is the really interesting character. I read this more through her eyes and Reila is a foil representing her failures as an adult (and mother but that is kinda obvious) and how she still has some childishness in herself to overcome.

It is a very well written and well thought out story and I REALLY hope you continue it but I would like some contrast to Reila’s character or at least more justification for her attitude. I get that it’s a kind of arrested development but it’s not one I particularly care for is all.

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But that’s the thing - Sonja essentially IS the justification - her being completely spineless (not to mention utterly self-absorbed, only worried about Reila’s behavior to the extent that it made Sonja LOOK bad) is what created this monster.

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Those are very interesting observations and gave me some food for thought. Thank you for sharing. :slight_smile:

From the beginning, Reila was meant to be a dislikable character. Or, as WB Daddy put it, a monster. ^^ I may have gone a bit overboard with that and as a result Reila may be a stagnant or not fully fleshed out character. I wanted to show throughout the story Reila is beyond redemption. I have quite the ending planned for her; she’s sowing quite a few bad seeds and in the end she’s going to reap it.

Sonja and Reila were intended to have a dysfunctional relationship, feeding off of each other’s negative aspects in a repetetive cycle that led them nowhere.

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I kinda disagree though I see where you’re coming from. Sonja is selfish, yes, but Kitten has included more than a few inner monologue moments for Sonja showing concern. She does care about her daughter, not just in a selfish way but in a “wow, I really fucked up and she is all my fault” way.

I think she does genuinely love her daughter and wants to do right by her but as you said, she’s spineless, selfish and immature in her own way. Neither of them are adults but Reila is the unbridled, fully realized version of her mother, complete with diaper.

P.S @Kitten, thanks for the clarification :slight_smile:

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“Reila! What have you done?” Sonja came back to her seat, halting at the unexpected sight of daughter and the huge wet spots on the sleeping man, on Reila’s pants, and the puddle at her feet.

Reila cringed. “It’s not what you- that asshole in front! He pushed me!” Said asshole was suspiciously quiet, vindictively enjoying the little show Reila and her mother were putting on. His muffled snickers floated back to make Reila’s ears burn. “He’s an asshole! It’s all his fault!”

Sonja glanced briefly at the man peacefully playing mahjong on his tablet. The man met her questioning gaze and just shook his head then went back to his game. Most of the other passengers covertly stared, pretending to be preoccupied but secretly eavesdropping.

Sonja’s eyes snapped back to her wet, cowering daughter. “You peed your pants! Right through your diaper! I’ve been telling you to go to the bathroom, but you wouldn’t listen! Now look what you’ve done!”

At her angry voice, the large man jerked, waking with a loud snort. “I say, what’s the racket?” He blinked bleary eyes, just becoming vaguely aware of his wet pants. “Did I spill something? Did my diaper leak?” As the seconds ticked by, he woke up more fully, gradually becoming aware of what was going on around him. Reila and her wet pants standing practically on top of him. In a yellow puddle. He stared at Reila’s wet crotch in horrified shock. “No. You did. You peed yourself. You peed on me!!” His voice rose as he pieced the puzzling pieces together. His tone was incredulous.

Sonja’s face paled in humiliation at the stranger’s accusation. An odd hush fell over the onlookers, but she did not notice. She switched gears from angry at having to deal with Reila’s mess to excusing Reila’s poor behavior. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning. It was an accident. My daughter, she’s…she’s incontinent. Recently. We’ve been trying different diapers and I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for it, I really will.”

“Lady, I’m appalled.” The man banged his beefy fist down on his armrest. “That girl has been the most obnoxious brat this entire flight and that’s including the screaming two year olds! I’ve been biting my tongue, but she needs popped a good one!” He glowered up at Sonja, as if blaming her for Reila’s bad behavior.

Sonja’s back stiffened. “Sir, I’ve apologized. I offered to pay for your clothes. There’s no need to verbally attack me or my daughter. As I just told you, it was an accident. She’s…she’s…” Her mind reached for an excuse. She remembered the lady in neon pink velour with the screaming daughter in the huge stroller. “Special needs. Mentally disabled. She pees herself. A lot. She’s….she’s …incontinent!”

“I’m not buying that bullshit excuse. I’m incontinent myself. I have on a brief myself right now. While I’m not pleased with this situation, I understand better than most. But that has nothing to do with her horrible attitude. It’s not why I’m pissed off. Lady, this is the village calling to say your girl is a rotten monster and you’ve done a piss poor job raising her.”

Reila shifted awkwardly. The wet padding squished from her damp jeans, urine squeezing out against her crotch. She winced. The wet patches were growing cold. Her pee soaked boots splashed and squished in her pee puddle. She wanted to die. To jump out the window. Her cheeks flamed. She did not listen to what the man or her mother said; her thoughts were consumed with her own turbulent, humiliating feelings. She peeked out through her stylishly frayed bangs. Other passengers stared at the loud, obnoxious fat man and her equally obnoxious mother. At all the wet spots. At her. She winced, closing her eyes tight.

“Madam. Sir. Please allow us to assist.” Two stewardesses in curve hugging, bright blue uniforms and shiny brass buttons descended. One was armed with a mop and bucket; the other held towels, wet wipes, and plastic garbage bags.

“Perhaps madam would like to take her daughter to the restroom and clean up?” One stewardess politely but firmly order-suggested to Sonja.

Sonja bit down on her her lip. She didn’t want to deal with any of this. After eighteen years of bullshit, she was just about done. She wanted to throw her hands up and say fuck it. Let Reila deal with her own problems. She’d tried that, though- and it had landed Reila right in jail and her stuck posting bail that sucked up most of her savings. Any more fighting or arguments on this tin can would result in an emergency landing and them getting kicked off. Pissed off passengers and crew. Possible police interrogation.

She did not want to explain any of this to her great grandmother. Authority figures she was used to dealing with. Uschi was a different story. The last time Sonja had seen her, Sonja was just a small girl. Perhaps that childhood fear of an imposing authority figure still lingered deep in her psyche. If they did get kicked off this flight, Sonja could not afford any other plane tickets. This was their one chance only trip.

Sonja forced a tight, strained smile. “Yes, thank you.” She knew the stewards had been sent to diffuse the situation. Their polite suggestions were thinly veiled commands. “Reila, come.” She ordered sternly, expecting an argument. But Reila followed her quietly, head down as if afraid to look at anyone. Her pee soaked boots squished as she walked, leaving wet footprints behind. Sonja winced- those had been expensive. More expensive than she’d been able to afford, but she’d bought them anyway. No way she’d be able to replace them, and Reila would surely bitch about that, and it would just be another fight between them.

“Sir, after you’ve cleaned up, the captain insists upon upgrading you to first class. We have an open seat left from a last minute cancelation. Would you prefer steak or lobster for your meal?” The large man took the offered bag, towel and wipes. The offer of a first class seat- well away from the pissing, screaming brat- cooled his ire off. “Yes. Lobster. Thank you.” He added as an afterthought. He wiped at the pee stains with the moist towelette wipes, grabbed his carryon from under his chair. He was glad he packed a spare set of clothes for just in case his diaper leaked. He never imagined he’d get pissed on by a stranger.

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Lol, a lot of incontinent people in this universe xD I love it. It would be nice if Sonja got demoted to diapers as well and they could see eye to eye. Maybe that’s what Sonja needs to be the mother Rila deserves and the one she needs. Reila already doesn’t respect her so there’s little else I see making them meet eye to eye but for Sonja to get demoted too.

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Nice story so far.

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Thank you for commenting. :slight_smile:

Reila could not believe she’d pissed on a stranger. She was NEVER coming out of the bathroom. “I’m NOT wearing that damn diaper, either!” She shouted to the closed bathroom door. She had no doubt her mother stood just on the other side of it, waiting with a verbal tirade. Reila rolled her eyes at the mere thought, then huffed at the huge, thick white rectangle that sat on top of the closed toilet lid. Maybe she could flush it down?

Her pee-soaked socks, pants, and boots sat on the sink edge, right under the running hand dryer. Hopefully once they dried, the materials would not smell too bad.

That horrid diaper was her only option. She could go commando…but what if she peed again? She had no pants…but she could dry hers under the hand dryer. It would still smell like pee. But it was better than going naked, wasn’t it? One round of humiliation was enough. She just needed to get a handle on the situation. Get her bearings and ground herself. Then she would get control of her wayward bladder. She wanted a pull-up, but the stupid bitch gave her pull-ups away to another pants pisser.

Reila growled at the very thought. She had almost screamed at her mother until two more flight attendants had come over, causing her to storm into the bathroom and lock the door behind her. Not that her last pull-up had done any good. Maybe she was lucky to have the diaper? It looked thick enough to handle a flood or two….

“The fuck am I thinking?” Reila stomped her foot as if it squash her thoughts. But the diaper was the only smart choice…. She glared at the white, folded up rectangle for several long moments. The dryer quit running. She slammed her palm down on the metal button and it started loudly humming once more.

“Reila, did you get your diaper on yet?” Sonja’s voice called through the door.

Reila glared at the door and refused to answer. She bit back the urge to kick the door, curse at Sonja. She angrily snatched up the diaper, flicking it open with a sharp snap of her wrist. It unfurled with a loud crinkle to reveal a luxuriously soft inside. She grimaced then spent another several agonizing minutes recalling how the nurse in the hospital after her alcohol and drug binge taught her how to change an incontinence brief just before she was discharged. Reila hadn’t paid much attention at the time. She had not cared, and had been still in the throws of de-tox.

“Reila?” A pause, then, when she still did not reply, “Reila. Answer me. Do you need help with your diaper?”

She would not need help if Sonja had not given her pull-ups away. She spread the diaper out against the wall.

“Reila, answer me now, damn it. Don’t play these childish games. I need to know if your diaper is on properly so you don’t pee everywhere again.”

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Reila snarled in exasperation.

Sonja pounded on the door. “Reila! Don’t you dare talk back to me like that! I’m your mother! You’re making a big scene and the pilot is ready to call an emergency landing!” She threatened.

Reila was getting too wound up to care. “I need to concentrate. The stupid bitch nurse in the hospital showed me. So leave me alone. I don’t need a damn diaper.”

“The man you peed all over, and the puddle the attendants had to clean up say otherwise.” Sonja’s tone was strained and clipped.

Reila jerked her head away, biting her lip. She had no argument against that. Maybe she really did need a diaper? It was the only thing she had, anyway. “Whatever…” she muttered.

Silence followed. Sonja didn’t answer. Switching tactics; trying to make her feel guilty. Make her say something. But that always backfired. Reila liked her mother quiet- not lecturing her or harping. She turned her attention to the diaper, placing her butt against the padding up against the wall. The diaper fell down to the floor with a loud crinkle; her butt hit the cold wall. She cringed. “Fuck it!”

This time she held the diaper by its unfolded tape tabs, pressing the back of the diaper against her butt. She moved it up and down. “Where the hell does this damn thing go, anyway?” The damn diaper was so big it was confusing what went where. Tapes went in the back; that much, she new for certain. She vaguely recalled the nurse mentioning something about absorbent padding on the butt. “Whatever.” She gave up, squishing the diaper and her butt against the wall. The front of the padded monstrosity dangled down, almost touching the floor.

At least the stupid diaper stayed in place this time. She kept her bottom firmly pressed to the wall, then bent from the waist, reaching down and yanked the diaper front up. She had to spread her legs to accommodate the thick, bulky crotch. The front came up too high on her stomach, much higher than the back.

When the nurse had diapered her for discharge from the hospital, she’d said some shit about the back being higher. Or was it supposed to be even? Reila shrugged, tugging the back up so it was higher than the front by a few inches. Whatever, the fucking thing was on. Not like she was gonna piss in it. She tugged so the fat fucker was snug against her crotch. The thick padding forced her legs further apart. She slid down the wall, making the padding pull even more snug. She splayed one hand over the crinkly, slippery smooth plastic front to hold it in place. Her other hand tugged a sticky tape open. She yanked the wing tab around her hip, consequently making it snug as she attached it haphazardly to the front panel, then did the same with the second, lower tape. She switched hands and did the same on the other side, engulfing herself in the thick padding.

She ran her hands over the smooth, slippery plastic, unable to feel her crotch and butt through the bulk. She shuddered. No way in hell was she going out like this. She was just going to stay in the fucking bathroom the rest of the flight.

The dryer clicked off. Her jeggings were dry, and so were her socks. But her boots were still damp. She took an experimental step forward. The jumbo padded bulk of a crotch forced her legs into a cowboy waddle. The monstrosity was as noisy as it was thick. She rustled and crinkled like an army of angry plastic bags as she waddled the few steps over to the sink. She sniffed at her cloths then recoiled, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Everything reeked like piss.

“Fuck. I can’t wear this shit. Fuck my life. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” She slammed a fist down on the sink.

“Reila!” A knock on the door. Reila cringed, her diaper crinkling.

“Shut up! I’ve got the damn diaper on! Leave me the hell alone!” She shouted hoarsely, feeling the tension in her body snapping tight and strained as her mom’s voice.

She had nothing else to wear. Sonja had told her to pack extra clothes in her carry on. She’d ignored her. Her mother should have had extra clothes for her instead. That was her job, wasn’t it? Fucking stupid cunt…

Reila slammed her palm on the dryer, starting it up again. She tugged down the hem of her long sweater dress, which thankfully had miraculously survived the carnage of her bladder. She’d worn dresses and skirts shorter than the tunic……maybe she could wear it as a short dress? There was no full length mirror in the bathroom; she turned and twisted and tugged on the sweater. It had easily hidden the slight bulge of her pull-up. It should hide the diaper, too. Right? She ran her hands over the thick padding and groaned. The sweater covered her ass, but there would be no hiding the bulge. The thick, knitted Aran wool could not hide the shape of her diaper, merely cover the white plastic from sight. It did nothing for the horrible noise. And she was stuck with pee-smelling boots and bare legs in the winter.

“I’m screwed. Thanks, you stupid cunt.” Reila cursed her mother under her breath. If only the bitch never gave away her pull-ups… Her eyes welled with frustrated, angry tears that she angrily wiped away.

“Well, fancy meeting you here, honey! Such a small world! But the Lord knew what he was doing, putting both of us on the same flight. I couldn’t help but overhear. Took me a while to get up here from coach, and I had to convince one of these dear attendants to watch my Rachel sweetie-pie, but now I’m here to help, Lord willing!”

Reila froze in horror. Just when she thought things could not get any worse. She knew that high-pitched voice, could picture that tacky neon pink velour suit in her head. Rachel’s mother. The one who gave her this horrible diaper in the first place! Indirectly, the reason she no longer had a pull-up.

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So far this is one of my favorite stories. Can’t wait to read more!

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Sonja stared at the closed, locked bathroom door. She felt like she should barge in there and shove a bar of soap in Reila’s mouth. But the parenting books she’d read said physical punishment did not correct a child’s bad behavior, did not help them understand what they did was wrong nor teach them why it was wrong. All physical punishment did was teach a child that if they did that thing again, they would be in pain. Children needed patience and understanding. She was supposed to reason with her daughter. Eighteen years of reasoning and explaining and talking had not worked. So now what? Sonja sighed, tired and wanting another strong drink .

She saw the woman before she heard her. Neon pink velour attracted her gaze like a glowing beacon, the color almost more attention grabbing than the screaming, diapered girl in the adult-sized stroller had been. “Huh? Oh, you’re the lady with the stroller girl. You gave me a diaper for Reila.” Her tone was bewildered and defeated all at once.

“Emma Jean, sweetie. We didn’t get to exchange names last time. Pleasure to meet you.” Rachel’s mother smiled.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Visiting my husband’s cousin. She lives in Munich. She’s been having troubles with her little boy and his tantrums. Puberty seems to bring out the worst in them. All those hormones, you know. With him, it’s real bad. Since I’ve worked wonders with my special Rachie- not that I like to brag, dearie. It’s all God’s work, I’m just the instrument- my in-laws wanted me to come and help the boy for a bit. Teach them the same techniques I used on Rachie. I just couldn’t say no.They’re family, and it is the season of giving. I’m here right now because I heard all the commotion and came to help.”

Emma Jean practically radiated calm and confidence. A neon pink sun to warm Sonja’s wintery cold depression. Sonja forced a weak smile. “Thank you, but we’re okay. I’ve got everything under control. It’s fine.”

Emma Jean brusquely brushed aside Sonja’s feeble protest with a sunny smile. “The spirit inside me insists. You look like an overstressed mother, ready to fall apart. My heart went out to you the moment I saw you in the airport. I was in your shoes once, when my poor Rachie was undiagnosed. She swore, she bit, she peed everywhere. She ripped her diapers off. She once took her diaper off at an amusement park. She’d been so fussy that day, so I gave her an emema and she exploded all over a carousel horse. I didn’t know what to do. But the Lord provides and works miracles. A kind stranger gave me a hand up and taught me a few things. So, honey, what do you say? Let me give you a hand up?”

Rachel waddled and crinkled to the door, listening with bated breath. What the hell was that psycho up to? Didn’t she have to care for her overgrown baby?

“Alright.” Sonja agreed, sounding like she’d just been offered salvation. Let Reila be someone else’s problem for a bit.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. Reila scowled, stepping back awkwardly with a loud crinkle. “Riley, sweetie, please open the door. I’ve got some of Rachel’s extra clothes you can wear.”

For one golden moment, hope shined. Reila was tempted at the mention of clothes. Clean clothes that did not smell like pee. Clothes that would hide her diaper. Rachel, the over grown baby. Big baby clothes. “It’s Reila, not Riley. Fuck off, you nosy bitch.”

“Reila! Watch your mouth! That’s disrespectful. Apologize immediately! Emma Jean, I’m so sorry.” Sonja’s voice was angry and strained, full of tension. Reila was all to used to it; she just rolled her eyes.

“Shush, dearie. She can’t help herself. You have to be a strong mommy and take control no matter how fussy they get. Stay calm, follow your path. No matter what, you must always follow through so they know who is in charge. Special needs babies need extra attention.”

Emma Jean cleared her throat and spoke softer yet firmer. “Riley-honey, you either open this door right now and let your mommy check your diapee, or this plane will make an emergency landing at the nearest hospital because some special needs girl kept taking her diapee off, peeing on people, and locked herself in the bathroom. Possibly drowning herself in the toilet or drinking the toilet water. An emergency stay in a psychiatric hospital would be mandatory. Do you really want that to happen?”

Reila froze. Surely the bitch was not serious? She wouldn’t dare. Sonja often threatened, but her mother did not have the balls to ever follow through. Hell, she’d never even spanked her. How could some strange woman dare to raise a hand against her? Wouldn’t Sonja stop her?

“Reila’s not special.” Sonja spoke up in a confused tone.

“I used to think that about my Rachie, and now look at her! Of course, your Riley needs diagnosed by a doctor, but she’s behaving almost as bad as my Rachie was. I know several excellent doctors, I’d be happy to give you their numbers. There’s no shame, honey. Mommies have to do what is best for their babies.”

“You’re insane! You wouldn’t dare!” Reila called in horrified disbelief.

“Okay, Riley-baby. Have it your way.” Emma’s voice rose. “Excuse me, miss? Flight attendant? There’s an emergency with the mentally disabled girl. The one who took her diaper off and peed all over that man? It seems she’s locked herself in the bathroom-”

Reila’s blood ran cold. The hag really was going through with it. And trying to label her as a retard! Her mother wasn’t any help, as usual. She was not mentally retarded, but who would authorities believe, the crazy pink velour lady, or the girl who’d peed all over another passenger? Panic twisted in her gut, and she reacted without thinking, in blind desperation.

The door flung open. “NO! DON’T! STOP!” She hollered, voice echoing around the spacious cabin of the international flight. Sonja, Emma Jean, and two flight attendants stood, staring at the screaming teenage girl in just a teal sweater, legs splayed, and the huge white diaper peeking out from under her sweater.


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I’ve been reading along and I do apologize for not responding sooner; this is definitely good stuff here. When I was growing up, I was a handful myself and things got worse due to the medications I was on:

Ritalin made me super aggressive and Aderol gave me seizures.