I Swear It was An Accident! (part 2)
“Sorry, I don’t usually feel comfortable talking about this, because it’s really embarrassing to me, and I’m still kind of self conscious, even though it stopped like 3 years ago.” I explained, trying to make the situation a little less awkward.
“I think I’ve wet my bed for almost as long as I can remember, and well, I remember celebrating and enjoying the freedom that came with not being a bedwetter. The first trip to the doctor’s office to get it checked out was when I was around 9, and I always thought that one day, I would just magically wake up dry and it would stay that way forever. Here, the doctor would give me my first method of treatment; medications and exercises to strengthen my bladder. Unfortunately, the Vitamin-D supplements, the other prescription drugs my doctor gave me, and the stretches and exercises didn’t do much. If anything, it made me feel worse, as I was now having several dry nights in a row occasionally, and then waking up in a soggy bed or diaper for the next week. When I was 12, I could still fit the small size, which made me even more embarrassed as other girls around me were having sleepovers and getting boyfriends; while I sat at home trying to hide my diapers inside of a closet or dresser. I think it was around my 13th birthday that I stopped wetting my bed entirely, or having an accident at most once or twice a month.”
I glanced down towards the ground. I don’t think I’ve ever really told my friends (or anyone for that matter) anything remotely close to that, and if I did, like this one it contained a few lies. It was mostly truthful, as it had stopped around my 13th birthday, and I had spent much of my time as a bedwetter embarrassed and ashamed of myself. However, when I was 9, I stopped taking the supplements because I didn’t like the texture of them. They were these chewable gummies, and I hated them for their rubbery texture and fake taste. I also stopped wearing pull-ups or diapers for bed wetting, or at least anything other than airplane rides and long car trips because my brother would tease me about it. But other than that, aside from the nagging shame that came with the offer of a diaper, and the embarrassment from just wetting someone else’s bed; I felt alright. I waited, staring at Kale as he stood there, more asleep then awake.
I stood there, still holding the diaper in my hand, unsure entirely how to respond to Lily’s statement. Do I comfort her and tell her I support her regardless of her past? Do I hug her and provide physical comfort like the day before? Or do I just explain to her that I understood, and that I wouldn’t force her to wear the diaper if she wasn’t comfortable with it. I went with a combination of all three; asking if she was ok with a hug for some form of physical comfort, comforting her and telling her that I supported her regardless of what happened, and finally telling her that I understand what she’s saying and telling her that it is entirely her decision to wear a diaper, since well, it’s hers. I gave a quick sigh of relief, and sort of began to reply to Lily.
“Is it ok if I hug you again?” I asked, and she looked away for a second, appearing slightly flustered.
“Sure, just…put down the diaper first, ok?” replied Lily.
As I wrapped my arms around her, I heard her whisper something, but I didn’t understand what she said, and all I focused on was comforting her. I slowly began to talk, and started to explain my feelings to her.
“Lily, I feel really uh… honored, and warm knowing that you told me this, since it’s been such a major event in your life. I’m grateful you told me now, and that it didn’t lead to an even more awkward conversation in the future. I wanted to let you know that no matter what happened before, I care a lot about you as a friend, and without you, I’d quite frankly be dead, or worse. I also wanted to make sure you knew I understand that this is something weird and uncomfortable, and probably embarrassing for me to ask of you, since you have had an uncomfortable past with them, and that I’d never force them on you if you’re not comfortable with them.” I exhaled, surprised that I had actually communicated my thoughts clearly to her without accidentally being condescending or patronizing to her in any way. She pulled back out of the hug for a second and looked me in the eyes, and then she kissed me quickly on the cheek, and for the first time since yesterday, smiled.
I don’t think I’ve ever kissed a boy before, aside from maybe my brother, and that was when we were both much younger. Kale made me feel safe, even though we were both as far away from safe as one could get. But, if he didn’t talk to me now, I’d probably have put on the diaper anyway. I smiled because it felt nice for him to understand, but I know that a smile wouldn’t fix my current problem, and much less the damp bedding. But for the first time since yesterday, I truly felt that someone cared for me and was trying to help me, supporting me in the best way he could with his friendship. I started to pull out of the hug, and with it, I crouched down and picked up the diaper. I turned it over in my hand, observing the small details on it, and noting the way it softly crinkled. It was covered with stars, and while the exterior was white, the stars were a multitude of different colors, and I saw many yellow, blue, purple, and green stars on the outside. It looked sort of childish, especially with the bright yellow wetness meter on the front of the diaper, and my guess that the stars would fade if the diaper got more than a little damp. The part that concerned her most however were the tapes on the side and front, almost making it a requirement for someone to help her out it on unless she wanted to struggle with the tapes herself. But it was cute enough, and it would have to work for now.
As I continued to note my internal opinions on the diaper, I felt a finger tap my left shoulder, and I could see Kale with a slight smile plastered on his face as he watched me scrutinize the diaper.
“Do you need help with anything, Lily? I tried to choose one of the less childish ones from the packages, and uh, we need to strip the bed and dry out the bed sheets and your other clothes.” Kale said quickly, rattling off the words like he had prepared for this for the entirety of his life.
I caught myself almost instantly from the sheer bluntness of the question, and I felt it made sense for Kale to be the one to offer his help, since I doubt he wanted to leave the room again to give me privacy for the next 10-20 minutes as I fiddled with the diaper. I shifted nervously on my feet, and tucked my hands behind my back, still holding the diaper and asked a question that in any other situation, I wouldn’t have been caught dead asking.
“Can you help me put on my diaper please, Kale? I think I need some help with it.” I asked, now looking towards the ground, still shuffling my feet awkwardly back and forth.
“Uh, sure, I’ll help you. Where do you wanna do it? You prefer the floor or the bed?” responded Kale, with what sounded like a tinge of confusion in his voice.
“On the bed is fine, after all, I guess that’s where I’ll be needing it most anyways.” I muttered, and I quickly rushed to lay down on the bed, and covered myself with the diaper, still unopened in my hands.
“Hey uh, Lily, do you wanna like go through what I’m supposed to do? I…don’t think I’ve ever diapered anyone other than my younger brother, and well, these definitely don’t look like those diapers.” Now it was his turn to look awkwardly at me as I laid on the bed, waiting for the inevitable.
“Erm, uh, first off do you have baby powder?” This was the first time I think I noticed that I was blushing visibly, as saying the words ‘baby powder’ while currently holding a diaper as a teenager seemed sort of odd, as I knew that there were definitely people who needed them, but I never thought that I would. Whenever I used to ask my mom to buy a bottle when I was younger, I didn’t feel that embarrassed because I knew lots of other girls and women also used it, and not just babies. But now, it was definitely just me, and I didn’t really want to think of myself as a baby yet. I wasn’t going to admit this yet, but I secretly enjoyed the smell and continued applying it for years after I stopped wetting my bed.
“Oh, um, let me check.” he replied, and he dashed off to go check the small stash for baby powder, and hopefully wipes too. He came back quickly, holding a bottle of baby powder and a package of wipes. With a small sigh, he added “There’s one more package of wipes and no other bottles, so I’ll use it sparingly.”
After he came back with the supplies, I began to strip off my underwear and pants, and he politely averted his eyes and decided to fixate on the wall in front of me. I gave him a quick nudge and whispered,
“Don’t worry too much about it, it’s embarrassing for both sides, and uh, I’ll probably need your help way more than just today.”
He glanced back to me, and this time his eyes stayed, and he continued to make firm eye contact as I stripped off my pants and underwear completely, leaving me holding a diaper in my hands, while we both shared an awkward stare.
I’m trying really hard to not think of this as sexual, even though this is probably purely platonic and I’m the only other person around to help her as far as I know. But listening her detail how to put the powder on the diaper before taping it up, and to wipe from front to back to avoid spreading bacteria is so…fascinating. It intrigued me how complex something that seemed at face value, simple, could be for a person who actually had to use a diaper. I didn’t mind the thought of her wearing a diaper, and as I observed my finished handiwork, with a rather thick diaper around her waist as Lily stood up and twirled, laughing a little, I had to admit she made a diaper look rather cute. Not that I would tell her that, of course, because it would probably make the situation awkward and uncomfortable for everyone. Lily must’ve been somewhat happy with my work, as when I turned she was pulling up her pants over it already. I started to get some boxes and containers together for our upcoming exploration of the rooms outside of her room, since my room only had one other door.
Once we left my room, we began walking down the hallway towards her room. It was only then that I noticed she was still wearing the diaper, but she looked happy enough and it barely impacted her movement, as she easily kept pace with me. I’m not too sure if that says something about me, or if she’s just a really fast walker, but that short trek down the hallway was as fun as it could be. As we began to approach her room, or at least when I could visibly see the door to her room, I also noted the crumpled heap of stuff we left on the floor, and that the kitchen door was open. I guess we left it open when we left before, I thought to myself, but as we got closer, I got an off feeling that something was wrong, and I began to walk briskly towards the room. It was only when I realized that that heap of stuff was not just something we forgot, but a body covered with similar clothes and hair, crumpled in front of the counter, that I truly began to run. Lily started running too, and when I reach the body, I realized two things almost immediately; they had a gun, and they were currently bleeding all over the floor.
(surprise, I’m back again. I wanted to apologize for the constant delays between chapters, and that even with school over for now, I still have some stuff to take care of, least of all an unexpected job opportunity. I would like to continue to write this story, hopefully with less time in between each update, and I’d also like to thank you for your time in reading this story and sticking it out! Have a great day(or night)! - Joker)