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 				Laura Gets Potty Trained Again
 
 	‘How could my parents be so cruel? I didn’t do anything wrong, but they suddenly wanted to punish me. I’m old enough to make my own choices, they shouldn’t be treating me like this. What did I do to deserve this?’
 
 	“What do you mean ‘potty trained?’ I’m not some baby you know.”
 
 	“That’s just it Laura; you’re not a baby anymore. It’s time you grew up a little.” Her Mother said calmly.
 
 	“But I am grown up.” She protested.
 
 	“Not entirely, you’re still young. But we think it’s best for you to start doing things and dressing more like an adult.”
 
 	“What do you mean?”
 
 	“She means, we think it’s time you stopped using diapers and wore normal underwear.”Her Father explained.
 
 	“But I’ll make a mess of my clothes!”
 
 	“No you won’t, that’s why you’re going to be potty trained. You’ll learn to use the toilet like a big girl.” He went on.
 
 	“I am a big girl though.” She whined
 
 	“And most big girls don’t wear diapers when they’re fifteen years old.” Her Father had a tiny bit of edge in his voice.
 
 	“Dear.” Her Mother laid a hand on his shoulder, then she addressed the unhappy girl.
 
 	“He’s right Laura; girls your age don’t use diapers.”
 
 	“I know that, but you said I could.” She argued.
 
 	“We potty trained you once, but you didn’t like it and wanted to keep wearing diapers. So we let you have your way. We had hoped that you would make the choice to give them up on your own. But it’s been long enough and we’ve decided to make the choice for you.” Her Mother’s voice was soft, but had a tone of sternness in it.
 
 	“And what if I don’t wanna?” Laura asked indignantly.
 
 	“Then there will be consequences.” Her Father warned.
 
 	“It’s not fair. . .” She trailed of sadly.
 
 	“Laura, rules are rules. You got to use your diapers long enough. Other kids give them up when they’re four or five, sometimes even earlier. You live under this roof, you follow the rules.” Her Father was rather blunt, but he kept his tone soft so he would not upset Laura further.
 
 	“I know it’s hard making a big change like this.” Comforted her Mother. “It’ll be hard for a while, but you’ll find that it’s not so bad.”
 
 	“I know Mom, but. . .”
 
 	“No buts.” Said her Father, getting up from the table. He kissed her on the head as he headed for the door. “You can’t stay a baby forever.” He smiled and closed the door behind him.
 
 
 	Laura sulked in her chair then, not sure what to think or do. The topic had come up so suddenly that it took her by surprise. Now that is was over, she was almost on the verge of tears. She looked at her mom, hoping with a faint hope that she would be able to protect her from this sentence.
 
 	“He’s right honey, you can’t always be a baby. I know we can’t change your diapers forever.” Said her Mother, trying to convince her.
 
 	Tears were welling up in Laura’s eyes as she pleaded. “If you really don’t want to change me, fine! I can do it myself if you want” She sniffled.
 
 	“Sweetie.” Her mother tried to comfort her. “We love you, and I don’t mind changing your diapers, but it’s time you just let them go. I know you can change yourself, you’re a big girl. But if you’re going to go to all that trouble, you might as well just use the toilet; it’s actually easier.”
 
 	Laura gave in. “Okay. . .” She said quietly.
 
 	“Now Honey, there’s no reason to be sad. You won’t even have to stop wearing diapers for a little while.” She smiled at her daughter.
 
 	“Really?” The young girl looked hopeful.
 
 	“But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” She continued explaining as she went to work gathering up the dishes. “You’re not quite ready to be out of diapers, but we will be putting you in training pants during the day.”
 
 	Laura sighed again as she nibbled away at the last remaining bits of her breakfast.  “Mmm Hmm. . .” She mumbled distractedly.
 
 	“We’re putting you in training pants so you’ll be able to tell when you’re wet, and so you can slide them up and down to use the toilet. What you’ll have to do is start paying attention to when you need to go. Also, just to help, I’ll remind you to try and use the toilet at least every hour.”
 
 	“What if I don’t ever notice? What if I can’t do it?” Laura was just trying to make her Mom feel sorry for her.
 
 	“Nonsense sweetie. Kids at very young ages can do it; it should be easy for you now that you’re smarter and more aware. You just have to try.”
 
 	“And what if I don’t?” She replied indignantly.
 
 	“Don’t make this difficult Laura.” Her Mother’s voice became stern. “You will be expected to obey, there will be consequences if you don’t cooperate; your Father already told you that. This starts right now; I want you to go use the toilet after you’re done with your food.”
 
 	This shut down any immediate thoughts of rebellion in a hurry, instead of pushing her luck; Laura got up and gathered the rest of the dishes. They washed together in silence for a while. As the stack of dishes was almost gone, there was a pause in Laura’s washing. She stopped only for a couple seconds to give a slight push and let her body take care of the rest. When she did, a long, soft lump slid easily out of her. Her diaper caught the mess and although it gave way considerably, it molded the intrusion to fit the confines around her bottom. Hardly a second passed after this ended before another activity began toward the front. Warm liquid hissed softly and collected in a small pool between her legs before soaking in to the absorbent material. By then, all the dishes were clean; but her actions had not gone unnoticed.
 
 	Her Mom had looked over when she paused and observed her familiar actions. From the slight movement in her rear and by her awkward stance, her mother was able to discern what had happened.
 
 	“Laura?” She questioned. “Did you just mess your diaper?”
 
 	“No.” She lied.
 
 	Right then, her nine-year-old sister Catherine walked in.
   	“’Morning Mommy.” She greeted cheerfully. Open discussion about diapers wasn’t exactly uncommon in that house, so she took little notice what was heard as she entered.”
 
 	“Good Morning Cathy.” Their Mom returned happily.
 
 
 	Laura didn’t waste any time exiting the scene as soon as her Mom’s attention was diverted. She hurried up the stairs as she headed for her room. Once there, she made herself busy doing homework at her desk. She had just plopped down on the hard wooden chair when she heard footstep coming up the stairs along with the sound of her name.
 
 	“Laura!” Came in a not-too-pleased tone. “Don’t you walk away from me when I’m talking.”
 
 	Laura had hoped her Mom wouldn’t bother to follow her. She threw herself into her schoolwork as her door opened.
 
 	“I’m doing homework Mom.” She hoped this would dissuade the inevitable inquiry.
 
 	“Laura Marshall, you’d better not be lying to me.” Her Mom said sternly as she crossed the room.
 
 	“But I am doing my homework.” She said with a sheepish grin.
 
 	“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” She was next to her chair now. “Get up.”
 
 	When the order was carried out, she was spun around; facing away from her Mother. She tried to block her backside, but her hands were pulled aside. Her Mother pulled the back of her diaper out and looked down inside to confirm her suspicion. Then she was spun around to face a rather angry looking parent.
 
 	“Just as I thought. What do you have to say for yourself young lady?”
 
 	“Oops, I uh . . . didn’t notice.” Came the sheepish reply.
 
 	“Not a chance, I saw you when we were washing dishes. You did it deliberately.”
 
 	“I’m sorry Mom!” Laura was on the verge of tears. “I can’t just suddenly change like that you know!”
 
 	“Laura!” Her Mother was louder now, but kept her voice steady and calm. “I know you’ll have accidents and it will be hard to change, but that’s not the problem here. The problem is that you purposely lied to me.”
 
 	Laura only hung her head.
 
 	“Come on Honey, let’s get you changed.” And she motioned to the bed.
 
 	First, she laid out the changing pad, then she laid the messy girl on top of it. She tugged down Laura’s pajama pants, which she had yet to change out of. Then untaping the front of the diaper, she pulled it down.
 
 	“I had just told you to go use the bathroom, why didn’t you do that either?” She asked rhetorically as she went through the familiar procedures. After lifting Laura and wiping her up, she pulled the dirty diaper away and folded into a small bundle. A clean diaper was not put on; instead, Laura was asked to stand up.
 
 	“Now this is for lying to me.” Her Mom informed her as she laid her over the edge of the bed. She didn’t struggle as five sharp swats landed on her bare backside. She started crying and her legs kicked as five more descended.  Finally, she was lifted to her feet and given a hug.
 
 	“Remember sweetie, it’s okay if you have accidents or have a hard time with this. I’m not mad at you for that. But lying is wrong and you know that.”
 
 	She was left standing with the instructions to wait there while her mother left the room. She returned quickly with a package of training diapers. The package was torn open and her Mom pulled one out. She held onto her Mom’s shoulder to steady herself as she stepped into the training diaper that was being held out for her. When both legs were in, her Mother slid it up and into position; giving her a light swat on the behind when she was done.
 
 	“These are designed to let you know if you’re wet. But remember to try and get to the bathroom at the slightest hint that you need to go. You can pick out some pants to wear over that or you can just go without. I’ll come up in a little while and have you try to use the toilet.” Her Mother smiled at her and gave her a quick hug before leaving the room.
 
 
 	Laura decided on another pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. They were light blue with star imprints all over them. She often wore them around all day if she didn’t need to go out anywhere. The pull up diaper was comfortable, but much thinner than she was used to. She walked around a little bit before sitting down to resume her homework.  The pull up crinkled less than her usual diaper and had much less bulk when she sat down.  Trying to take her mind off of the sudden changes, she set to work on her textbooks.
 
 	A while passed and she was still doing homework when her mother knocked on the door.
 
 	“Laura honey, have you gone to the bathroom yet?” She asked.
 
 	Laura rolled her eyes. “No Mom.”
 
 	“Well you’d better go before you forget.”
 
 	Laura had forgotten entirely but lied. “I won’t.”
 
 	“Let me be more specific,” Her mother said a little more sternly. “How about you go now?”
 
 	“But Mom, I don’t have to.”
 
 	“Just got and try Laura, you can’t make a habit of it if you don’t do anything.”
 
 	Laura just sighed and got up. As she passed her Mom at the door, she felt just the tiniest hint that she needed to pee. But she was indignant and didn’t actually want to use the bathroom. Reluctantly, she went in and closed the door behind her. She was followed by her Mother’s words. “Just sit on there for a couple of minutes and if you really don’t have to go, you can get up and go back to your homework. If you need any help, just yell.” Laura mumbled to herself about not needing any help and went over to the toilet. For a minute, she just stood in front of the dreaded thing and contemplated what to do. It wouldn’t be long before she actually went, but she was trying to figure out how to pass it off. She resolved to try and hold it until she was back in her room, then later she would say it was an accident. Another minute passed and she headed for the door. Her Mother saw her just as she was entering her room. “Any luck?” She asked cheerfully. “No Mom, I told you I didn’t have to go.” Laura answered impatiently. “Okay, just try again in a little while.” Laura closed her bedroom door and walked across the room toward her desk. But on the way there, she felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid between her legs. After she was done, she inspected herself. It seemed that the diaper didn’t absorb like her normal ones, instead she could tell the undeniable wetness between her legs. This intrigued her as it would usually just soak in and leave her with a warm, moist bulk. She was just standing there, looking down at her waist when her Mother popped in with a basket of laundry. Despite her attempt to suddenly look natural, she was caught by surprise and immediately gave herself away when she caught her Mother’s eye.
 
 	“Oh hi Mom.” She smiled and turned toward her desk once again.
 
 	“Oh hi Laura.” Her Mother mimicked and looked at her for a second. “Laura?”
 
 	“Yes Mom?”
 
 	“What were you doing just now?” She asked.
 
 	“Going back to my homework.”
 
 	“Really?”
 
 	“Yes Mom.” Laura lied; she was facing away from her Mother so she had no idea what looks she was getting.
 
 	“In that case, I’ve brought your laundry, please put it away quickly.”
 
 	“Yes Ma’am.” Laura said with relief.
 
 	“And one more thing, while you’re up, could you come over here?”
 
 	Laura acted as calm as she could and walked over to her Mother. She knew better than to avoid eye contact, so she just tried not to give herself away. When she was in front of her Mother, she put her arms out for the laundry basket, hoping to deter any suspicion.
 
 	“Laura.” Her Mom said, looking straight into her eyes. “May I do a diaper check on you?”
 
 	Instantly, Laura knew she was caught and there was no escaping.
 
 	“I’m wet.” She said simply.
 
 	“And you just came out of the bathroom?” Her Mom asked rhetorically.
 
 	“Yes.” Laura hung her head.
 
 	“Laura.” Her Mother sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
 
 	“Spank me probably . . .” Laura mourned.
 
 	“And why would I need to do that?” Again, her mother prodded her rhetorically.
 
 	“Because I lied again.” Came the sheepish response.
 
 	“I really should spank you, but I won’t. Not this time.”
 
 	Laura looked up, surprised. “Really?”
 
 	“No, but if you lie to me again, your punishment will be even greater. I’ll bring your Father into this if I have to.” She warned sternly.
 
 	Laura knew what this meant and she knew it should be avoided at all costs. “Okay Mom.” She pleaded. “I won’t do it again.” She looked earnestly at her Mother.
 
 	“I know you won’t.” Her Mother smiled with an unsettling grin. “Because I know that you know better than that. Now would you like me to change you, or are you gonna do it yourself?”
 
 	“I’ll do it myself.”
 
 	“Okay then. I’ll make it clear if I haven’t already, accidents are fine, they’re bound to happen. But if I tell you to use the bathroom and you deliberately use your diapers instead, that’s disobedience. Furthermore, you will not lie to me or your Father. I know you might not like this, but these are the rules and if you’ll only make it harder on yourself if you be rebellious, is that understood?”
 
 	“Yes . . .” Laura trailed off.
 
 	“Yes what?” Her Mother prodded.
 
 	“Yes I will obey you and Daddy; I will use the bathroom when you say, and I won’t lie anymore.”
 
 	“Well, I was looking for a ‘Yes Ma’am,’ but that’s fine too. I’ll let you get changed now.” Her Mom smiled and closed the door quietly behind her.
 
 	Laura proceeded to begin the familiar routine of changing herself. Mostly she had her Mother change her, but she would often have to change herself if no one else was available. A few times she had let her little sister change her.
 
 
 			Ice Cream and Favors: A Little Flashback
 
 	The first time was a couple of years ago; it started because she had been caught eating lots of ice cream without any dinner. Their parents had gone out that night and she thought she was alone after her little sister went to bed. She had already gotten in trouble that week for getting a second helping without permission, but this seemed like a good chance to have some more.  However, in the middle of her frozen feast, Catherine walked in. She knew instantly that she would have to bribe her to get her not to tell, so she first offered her some ice cream too.
 
 	“It’ll be our little secret.” She smiled as she held out the bowl temptingly.
 
 	“But I don’t want any ice cream. What if Mommy and Daddy find out?” Her little sister had a wicked grin.
 
 	Still smiling, Laura asked the obvious. “Okay, what do you want?”
 
 	“I want you to promise to do anything I ask.”
 
 	“Okay, but only once.” Laura bartered.
 
 	“Two things.” Catherine stated bluntly.
 
 	“What are they?”
 
 	“I’m not telling you now, but you have to promise or I’ll tell.”
 
 	“Fine.” Laura didn’t try to push her luck.
 
 	The next day, Laura was playing with her dolls when her bedroom door swung open and her little sister came in.
 
 	“Cathy, you’re not supposed to just come into my room like that.” Laura stated.
 
 	She was unfazed though. “You remember last night?”
 
 	Laura grew attentive quickly. “Yeah? What about it?”
 
 	“Well I’m gonna get my favors now.” She looked mischievous.
 
 	“Okay, what do you want then?”
 
 	“First, I want to play with your dolls today, all day.”
 
 	Laura took a small gasp, her dolls were precious and she never let her sister touch them.
 
 	“But-“Laura began.
 
 	“You promised. You know what’ll happen if you break your promise.”
 
 	“Okay, fine. But if you mess them up, I don’t care, I will hurt you.” She warned angrily.
 
 	Catherine paid no attention to the threat as she hauled the spoils back to her room. Laura only sat where she was and stared at the floor in despair. Her little sister was a crafty one, she had found out on several previous occasions. Her gloom was interrupted by her door being flung open again.
 
 	“What do you want now?” She asked dejectedly.
 
 	“My second favor.” Cathy said.
 
 	Laura sighed.  “Well go on; take whatever it is you want.” She wasn’t ready for what came next.
 
 	“I wanna change you.” Came the reply. How could such an odd request, one that caused instant confusion, be stated in such a normal tone of voice? Of all the things she could ask for, why this? Laura was dumbfounded and could give no reply except a blank stare.
 
 	“You . . . what?” She eventually mustered.
 
 	“I want to change you.” She repeated simply. “Do you need to be changed?”
 
 	“Um, no.” Laura said after another extended silence.
 
 	“Well when you need to be changed, come tell me. Don’t go to Mom or I’ll tell.” Catherine said as she left the room.
 
 	This left Laura quiet and thoughtful for a long time. After the initial shock wore off, she found she wasn’t entirely opposed to it. On the contrary, there were far worse thing her sister could have asked for. But the fact that she wanted to change her older sister was very puzzling. Eventually, Laura gave up unraveling the mysteries of her little sister and occupied herself with reading a book. For a couple hours, she lay on her bed reading contently. She read as she usually did; lying belly down on her bed with the book in front of her, imagining herself in whatever fantasy land the current story detailed. After some time, she felt the familiar warmth as she wet her diaper absent-mindedly. She momentarily considered getting up, but the book was too fascinating to put down for now; she easily ignored her wetness and continued reading. A few more hours passed and she was once again enraptured by the book in front of her. It wasn’t until it was half-way out, that she realized what was happening. Sure enough, a thick lump was pushing its way into the seat of her diaper. There was nothing she could do now but let the soft mess continue its path until it was resting against her backside. She reached back and touched the back of her pants, which now protruded even further, given the new contents of the diaper underneath.
 
 	Laura wasn’t sure what to do now, but she got up and stood in the center of the room. She had convinced herself earlier that it wouldn’t be a big deal to be changed by Cathy, she had only planned on being wet though. Now that the time had come, she was nervous and embarrassed. Even though Cathy had always known about her diapers, she suddenly felt vulnerable. A new warmth between her legs became apparent as she paced the length of her room. The diaper probably couldn’t take another wetting at this point so she had to be changed soon. After building up some courage, she snuck down the hall to her sister’s room and knocked softly.
 
 	“Come on in.” Came the cheerful welcome from inside. Laura entered sheepishly, Cathy was playing quietly with her dolls.
 
   	“See, I haven’t messed them up.” Cathy held up a doll.
 
 	Laura said nothing, but stared at the floor.
 
 	“So?” Cathy inquired. “What did you want?” She asked, as if she didn’t already know.
 
 	“I’m uh . . . I came to . . .” Laura stammered, her uneasiness was greatly entertaining her little sister.
 
 	“I need to be changed.” She said finally.
 
 	“Okay then.” Cathy said, getting up. She came over and put her hand on Laura’s front.
 
 	“Hey! What the?” Laura exclaimed and jumped back.
 
 	“I’m just checking you, now turn around.”
 
 	Laura figured this was as good a way as any to tell Cathy she was messy too. She complied and turned around quickly. She felt the back of her pants being pulled out along with her diaper before both snapped back against her bottom.
 
 	“Phew. Looks like the baby made a stinky!” Catherine giggled.
 
 	“Hey, I’m not a baby!” Laura whirled to face the little girl.
 
 	“You wear diapers like a baby. And you poop and pee in them like a baby. You must be a baby.” Her little sister continued to giggle. Despite how common Laura’s diapers had become, her little sister never tired of teasing her for wearing them. Likewise, Laura never had any proper excuse or reason, and usually just got frustrated. In this case, she just turned around and stamped her foot indignantly.
 
 	“Go on baby; let’s get you changed out of you stinky, messy diapers.” Cathy finished by giving her a swat on the backside. This was too much; Laura turned with a fury and caught her sister by the collar.
 
 	“I dare you, I dare you! Smack me again and you’ll wish you were never born.” She said in a low, but furious tone. Catherine knew she had pushed it and backed down instantly. Laura had a way of being able to do things to her that could make her regret being so crafty. In this case, threats of telling Mom would only make things worse.
 
 	“Okay, okay.” Cathy said quickly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was only playing.”
 
 	“Don’t forget that I can quit this deal if I really want to.” Laura stated as she let go of the, suddenly solemn, younger girl.
 
 	“But you know-“
 
 	“You don’t need to tell me again, I get it.” Laura cut her off. “Now come and change me so this will be over with.”
 
 	They both headed down the hall to Laura’s room. In yet another odd turn of events, Laura was almost commanding her little sister to change her, and this helped her forget her embarrassment.  Her amusement with herself all but vanished when they were in her room with the door closed.
 
 	“You know how to do it, right?” Laura inquired, hoping she would say “No” and that would be an excuse enough not to go through with it.
 
 	“Of course I do.” Cathy said as the laid the changing mat on the floor. “Have a seat.” Laura did so as her sister gathered the necessary items from around the room. Despite the fact that she liked wearing and using diapers, she was constantly undecided in her opinion on being messy. Sometimes, it didn’t bother her, sometimes she begged to be changed immediately, other times she would almost enjoy it; not wanting to be changed for as long as possible. Recently, she had been rather disgusted with being messy, and would walk awkwardly to whoever would change her the soonest. As she sat down, the lump was squished against her, much to her distress. She had blown up at her sister for giving her a swat earlier; not because it hurt or was degrading, but because it pressed the mess into her backside.
 
 	“Lie down.” She did as she was told. “Don’t struggle, or this will be more difficult.”
 
 	She automatically lifted up her middle as Cathy grabbed her pants by the waist and pulled. After they were around her ankles, she heard the tapes on her diaper rip as they came off. A cool breeze greeted her when the front of her diaper was pulled down. Again she lifted, and her sister used the diaper to scoop as much of the mess away as she could before removing the heavy garment entirely. Her legs were lifted into the air as she was being wiped. This was accompanied by giggling and general comments about “Messy, stinky babies.” Laura chose to ignore the remarks. She lifted again so a fresh diaper could be slid underneath her. A sprinkling of baby powder was applied before the front was pulled and taped into place. Finally, Cathy slid her pants back into position as she began cleaning up the wipes and soiled diaper.
 
 	“All done Sis.” Cathy stated, getting up to deposit the diaper in the trash.
 
 	Laura inspected herself and adjusted her pants as she got to her feet. She was impressed by how her little sister had changed her. Everything was done just as Mom did, maybe better.
 
 	“Good job.” Laura said sincerely. “Thanks.”
 
 	“I’m pretty good, aren’t I?” Catherine giggled. “It was fun changing you.”
 
 	Somehow, Laura found herself thinking the same thing; though she didn’t say it. She went back to her book, happily rustling in her fresh, clean diaper.
 
 
 				Starting to Change
 
 	Laura had slid out of the soggy pull up, and was cleaning herself thoroughly. When this was finished, she grabbed a clean pull up and slid it on. Lastly, she slipped into her pants and tossed away the wet items before returning to her homework.
 
 	Her homework wasn’t being done very quickly today, as often happened when she began to daydream. A short lunch break was a bit of an excuse for interruption, but was hardly the main reason. The new issue of being potty trained was the central subject, around which her wishful meditation was orbiting. Why couldn’t things simply keep going on as they had been? She was perfectly happy the way she was, no reason to change that. Whenever she felt stressed or unsure, she would suddenly become reminiscent, thinking back to happier times or events. Often, these events were directly related to diapers. Even though they were part of her everyday life, she never completely took them for granted. Most of the time, they were just part of the daily routine, but she still acknowledged her enjoyment of them.  She enjoyed the soft bulk of a clean diaper rustling as she moved. She even enjoyed the moist warm of a wet one, and occasionally the squishy mass of a soiled one. She liked using her diapers and being changed. In fact, there wasn’t a part of the whole thing that she didn’t like at one time or another. The best part of that was that it was something she got to do all the time.
 
 	Slowly, the time passed and her homework was done at a similar pace. She was just finishing when her Mother yelled up the stairs that dinner would be ready soon. Making a note of this, she quickened her work and finished with her studies.
 
 	“Laura?” Her Mother poked her head in the door.
 
 	“Yeah?” She answered as she closed her books.
 
 	“Are you wet?” Laura checked herself, she had forgotten about going to the bathroom, but she was still clean.
 
 	“Nope, all dry.” She stated.
 
 	“Well how about you go try to use the toilet. Then wash up and come down for dinner.”
 
 	“Uh, okay Mom.” Laura replied.
 
 	She knew she would probably have to go this time; she didn’t want to risk another spanking . . . or worse. Laura closed the bathroom door behind her and made her way slowly toward the toilet. Letting out a sigh, she lifted the lid. She hadn’t often looked down inside the porcelain bowl, but she found herself with a decidedly negative attitude toward it at the moment.  Tugging her pants past her waist, she let them fall around her ankles, and then she pushed the training diaper down until it was just past her knees.  Hesitantly, she turned and lowered herself onto the toilet seat. It was cold against her skin and the hole in the middle made her feel that she could fall in at any moment; she clutched the sides to prevent this. Laura just sat there for a while until she got used to the feeling. Eventually she calmed down enough to notice that she had to pee. It was normally easy for her to go, it just came whenever and she barely paid attention to it. But now she was a bit tense and had to force herself to let it go. Sure enough, she felt it begin to flow and could hear it trickle as it splashed into the toilet bowl. It felt very strange to do this, normally she would feel it flow, followed by warm and moisture between her legs as it soaked into a diaper. Now however, it seemed to vanish entirely, with only the sound of it dribbling to confirm its existence.  The stream slowed and then stopped, dripping a couple last times before ceasing entirely. Then she stood up, and cleaned herself with some toilet paper. This too was different, it wasn’t cool or refreshing to her skin, it was dry and flimsy. When all was done, she pulled up both the training diaper and her pants before press the handle down to flush the toilet. She watched for a second as the tissue and water swirled around a gurgled away. Sadly, she noted that this marked the beginning of a new phase in her life, one that would not include the thing she’d grown so attached to.
 
 	After washing her hands, she headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she met her Mother. Her Mom was just carrying the last couple of items to the table and didn’t notice her at first.
 
 	“Oh!” She said when she turned around and saw her. “Hi Laura, all washed up?”
 
 	“Yup.” Laura said simply.
 
 	“Did you use the bathroom?”
 
 	“Yup.”
 
 	“Well good for you. See, it wasn’t so hard. Just keep up the good work. Anyway dinner’s ready, so go on over to the table.”
 
 	“Alright Mom.” Laura brightened up as she took her seat at the table. She wasn’t exactly sad, but she definitely wasn’t brimming over with joy either. The conversation around the table was nothing out of the ordinary, mostly they traded questions about each other’s day and other similar inquiries. Laura was still a bit unsure whether her Dad would be informed about her lies that day. Fortunately he was more pleased about all her homework being done already than he was curious about her first day of potty training.
 
 	After dinner, they scattered as they usually did, to whatever their normal activities were. Laura was allowed to watch some T.V. since her homework was done. Cathy, on the other hand, was not finished and had to return to her room to keep working.  A few shows went by before her Dad walked into the room and spoke to her.
 
 	“Hey Laura, anything good on?” He asked with a smile.
 
 	“Nah, just the usual junk.” She said playfully. They both knew she had been engrossed in the shows anyway.
 
 	“Oh well, how’s your day been? Working hard on school right?”
 
 	“Yup, it was pretty easy today though.” She replied. This was true, otherwise her daydreaming would have delayed her enough that both the girls would still be working away on their homework.
 
 	“Well that’s nice isn’t it? So, did you use the potty today?” The inevitable question had finally come. Laura hoped to keep the conversation on the bright side of things.
 
 	“Yes.” She said and blushed a bit. Despite the irony, “potty” seemed like such a childish thing to call the toilet.
 
 	“Good, good. I trust you didn’t give your Mother too much trouble?”
 
 	“Well . . .” She began, hoping to come up with some excuse.
 
 	“We had a couple obstacles.” Her Mother broke in; they both looked up. “But I’m just glad my baby won’t be such a baby anymore. “ She finished with a smile. Her Father stood up and walked over to his wife.
 
 	“Okay then, as long as she’s not making this difficult.”
 
 	“How about you try using the bathroom again and get ready for bed.”
 
 	They both left the room and Laura let out a bit of a sigh. She wasn’t out in the clear yet, but a crisis was avoided. Silently thanking her Mother, she went up to her room to get her pajamas. It was only then that she noticed her wetness; in fact, she couldn’t help but notice, which wasn’t usually the case. The pull up made it very clear that she was wet, it was doing its job, but why hadn’t she felt it sooner? She must have gone while she was climbing the stairs. Suddenly Laura began to panic, what if her Mom found out? What about her Dad? The young girl hurriedly gathered her stuff and made a beeline for the bathroom. Unfortunately, she ran into her Mom at the top of the stairs.
 
 	“What’s the rush honey?” Her Mother chuckled, then noticed her daughter’s anxious look. “Hey, what’s the matter? Is something wrong?”
 
 	Laura hung her head, she couldn’t lie again. “I uh . . . I didn’t make it.” She confessed. There was silence, so she added on hastily. “I didn’t mean too, I was coming up the stairs and-“
 
 	“Laura.” Her Mother stopped her with a soothing voice. “It’s okay, accidents happen. Just try your best and you’ll be fine. Now come on, let’s get you changed.”
 
 	Laura’s eyes were a bit watery from the fear of what might happen, but her Mother’s soothing words made her cheer up instantly. She was also glad that she could be changed, this was becoming rather infrequent lately and she knew it was only changing for the worse.
 
 	Once she was laid down on the changing mat, her mother removed her pants and tore the sides of the pull up. Once the soggy training diaper was removed, she wiped gently and reached for a normal diaper. “You’ll still be in these at night. I don’t think the pull ups can handle too much wetting.” Laura smiled as power was sprinkled on her and the diaper was taped into place. Next, some pajama bottoms were slid on, followed by a remark about her wearing pajama pants all day. Lastly, she sat up to have her shirt replaced with a pink top that matched her bottoms.
 
 	“Thanks Mommy.” She said cutely and dove into bed.
 
 	“You’re welcome sweetie.” Her Mother came over and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Good night Laura.” She said as she kissed her on the forehead.
 
 	“Goodnight.” Laura replied, just as the lights were being turned off. She was glad to be back in her big, comfortable diapers once again, even if it was only for the night. She rustled around a bit, just to feel them crinkle before she snuggled in and relaxed. It wasn’t long before she drifted off into peaceful slumber.
 
 
 					Hanging out with a Friend.
 
 	Laura woke to the warmth of sunlight pouring through the window. Ashe she stretched and blinked in the light, her Mother came in.
 
 	“Morning sweetie.” She said as she pulled back the covers.
 
 	“Mmm . . . hi Mom.” The still groggy girl answered as she yawned and stretched.
 
 	“Wet today.” Laura’s Mother commented after checking her diaper. “How about a change?”
 
 	Laura just smiled and tried to snuggle down into her bed. Soon, she felt her pants being gently tugged down her legs and over her feet. She just lay there comfortably as she heard the tapes rip and felt cool air against her as the front of her diaper was pulled back. She jumped considerably when her Mom started wiping her.
 
 	“Time to get up Laura.” Her Mother said and patted the side of her leg. She held out a training diaper.
 
 	“Aww.” Laura pouted, but sat up and turned to hang her legs over the side of the bed. Her Mom slid the pull up over her feet, then up her legs as she got off the bed. Laura was given a gentle pat on the rear when it was finally in its proper place.
 
 	“I want you to go try to use the bathroom before coming down for breakfast.” Her Mother said on her way out.
 
 	“Alright.” Laura replied. She pulled her pajama shirt off and tossed it into her laundry pile. Then she grabbed a dark red top and a pair of jean shorts before she went to the bathroom. She occasionally skipped putting clothes on if she was going to take a shower, instead, she would just dash quickly from her room to the bathroom which was the next door down the hall. Once there, she put her clothes down and went over to the toilet. As before, she slid the training diaper down and sat down on the toilet. She waited and waited, after a couple of minutes; she felt the familiar stream and heard the sounds of it trickling into the water below her. When she was finished, she wiped herself, flushed the toilet and slid the pull up back into position. After washing her hands, she stepped into the denim shorts, pulled them up, and snapped the front shut. These were a bit tight on her normally, but she liked how they made her diaper more snug against her. The effect was a bit less pronounced with the pull up, but it made it feel a bit tighter and she liked that.  She slipped into the red top and admired herself in the mirror. She exchanged the red band that held her brown hair in a ponytail for a nice blue one. She then stepped back and posed sideways to scrutinize her shape.
 
 	Usually, the diaper would make her rear end stick out significantly, she thought of it as a statement that she was still happily wearing diapers. Most of the kids at school knew about her diapers. Plenty of them had made fun of her for it and continued to do so, but some didn’t. A lot of the kids, she had known since an early age; they had long since accepted her diapers as the norm. A few of them were even a little jealous of her. One or two of them had even gone so far as to ask their parents if they could wear diapers too, but none of them got permission. Her close friend Eleanor would often wear her diapers when they had a sleepover. This was unknown to everyone else though. Overall, Laura didn’t have much shame for wearing diapers, she mostly wore them with pride around other kids. She found out early on that they would only tease if she reacted to it, mostly. There were still plenty of occasions where she was ridiculed and excluded from activities on the grounds that she “was too much of a baby.”
 
 	She felt her behind lightly, it still protruded enough that the training diaper was easily noticeable. Somewhat satisfied, Laura left the bathroom and made for the kitchen. She wolfed down her cereal, pausing shortly to inform her mother that she had used the toilet. Once finished, she asked if she could go out and play with her friends. Her request was granted, with a couple conditions.
 
 	“Okay Laura, I’d rather you didn’t though.” Her Mother was reluctant.
 
 	“Why Mom?”
 
 	“Because you’re being potty trained.”
 
 	“So?”
 
 	“Well it’s just easier if I can supervise you. Anyway, you can go if you promise to try and use the toilet often.” Her Mom explained.
 
 	“I will.” Laura bargained. “I’ll try to remember.”
 
 	“Maybe ask Eleanor to remind you?” Offered her Mother.
 
 	“I guess I could . . .” She trailed off.
 
 	“Or maybe I’ll call Mrs. Stanley and have her remind you.” Voiced her Mom as she stopped to think
 for a minute.
 
 	“No Mom!” Laura said quickly, but then followed up. “It’s okay, I’ll remember, really.” She wasn’t embarrassed about wearing diapers, but she was embarrassed about being potty trained. She wanted to postpone this information from getting around for as long as possible. Or at least, she wanted to be the one to tell people.
 
 	“Alright, I’ll trust you. But I want you to keep up with potty training; if going out to play with friends gets in the way of that, you might have to put it off for a while.”
 
 	“It won’t, thanks Mom!” Laura said excitedly and dashed to her room put on some shoes and grab her things. Because she always wore diapers, she carried around a backpack with the necessary items for changes. This time she packed in the training diapers instead of normal ones. She thought about putting some normal ones in to change into later, but remembered she always left a couple over at Eleanor’s house, just in case.
 
 	“Hold on Laura.” Her Mother caught her at the door; she chuckled a bit at the young girl’s eagerness. “Let me check your bag.”
 
 	Laura handed it over, after a short inspection of its contents, it was returned to her.
 
 	“Okay then, you’ve got everything. Have fun, don’t stay too late.” She smiled at her daughter and patted her on the head.
 
 	“Bye Mom!” Laura called as she walked quickly down the steps. It wasn’t until she was out by the road that she realized what could have happened if she had packed the normal diapers. She tried to convince herself that she could have explained it away, but she knew it was unlikely that she would have gotten away with it. At least this way, her Mother had no suspicion.
 
 	Eleanor Stanley’s house was only a few houses down the road; they had both always lived there so they were fast friends from the start.  Laura was a few months older than Eleanor, but they acted as if they were born on the same day. Though their friendship was on equal terms, Laura often took the younger appearance, not entirely due to wearing diapers. She acted somewhat immature for her age, disregarding her babyish apparel; she didn’t usually grow out of certain things at the same time. She was still somewhat interested in her dolls, even when plenty of other girls had tossed theirs away years ago. Eleanor took this as an opportunity to behave in similar fashion, though not quite to the extent that Laura took it. Despite the fact that Laura was older, she often let Eleanor act as caretaker, the younger girl was more than happy to act in such a position. Both their parents had worried that Laura’s continued diaper wearing would have an adverse effect on their friendship and possibly influence Eleanor in a bad way. However, it proved to be almost harmless and the two parties agreed that it wasn’t going to be an issue.
 
 	“Hello!” Laura called as she opened the door. Mrs. Stanley had told her long ago not to bother knocking anymore.
 
 	“Hello-lo” Eleanor answered from upstairs. She called Laura “Lo” for short, and this had become her formal greeting.
 
 	Laura waved to Mrs. Stanley as she passed the living room. She dashed up the stairs and knocked on Eleanor’s bedroom door.
 
 	“Ellie, are you in there?” She asked rhetorically, giggling a bit to herself.
 
 	“No I’m not, and don’t come in.” Came an overly serious reply. Upon hearing this, Laura flung the door open. Eleanor gasped a bit as she turned toward the door. She was standing by her dresser and only had her skirt halfway on. Laura gasped an “Oops” and turned around.
 
 	“I said not to come in. And could you at least shut the door?”  Eleanor said crossly. Laura shut the door as directed.
 
 	“But you also said you weren’t in here. How was I supposed to know you actually meant the second part?” Laura defended herself amidst a few giggles.
 
 	Eleanor chuckled too. “Oh. Well whatever, I don’t care anyway.”
 
 	Laura turned around and tossed her bag aside. Eleanor was just slipping on a white t-shirt. Laura went over to a beanbag chair and flopped down in it with a loud sigh.
 
 	“What’s new?” Eleanor asked, then she noticed the perplexed look on her friend’s face. “Something wrong?”
 
 	“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Laura sighed.
 
 	“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Eleanor said. “I’ll be done with my homework in a couple minutes; I couldn’t finish it last night. What about you?”
 
 	“Oh, I got mine done pretty early yesterday. And yes, I’ll tell you what’s bothering me, you’d find out eventually even if I didn’t.”
 
 	“Well then, go ahead, I’m listening. You can tell me all about it while I work.” Eleanor sat at her desk and began working in her textbooks.
 
 	“You know how I wear diapers?” Laura didn’t wait for an answer. “You know how it doesn’t really bother anyone? How I’ve worn them for fifteen years with no problem?”
 
 	“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘no problems,’ but yeah; I could hardly imagine you without diapers.” Eleanor replied without taking her eyes away from her homework.
 
 	“Yeah well, my parents can.” She said sarcastically.
 Eleanor looked up for a second. “What do you mean?”
 
 	“I have to be ‘potty trained.’” Laura rolled her eyes and put sneering emphasis on the words “potty trained.”
 
 	“You what?” Eleanor was confused.
 
 	“I have to be potty trained.” Laura repeated with frustration as she stood up. “I have to start wearing these training diapers.” She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. “I have to start using the toilet, and eventually stop wearing diapers forever.” She pulled her shorts back up and then threw herself down in the beanbag chair with another huge sigh.
 
 	Eleanor was silent for a while. “Wow, that kinda sucks.”
 
 	“Kinda? It totally sucks! I’m perfectly happy wearing diapers, now I have to stop for no reason! How would you feel if your parents decided you couldn’t use the toilet anymore, instead you had to wear diapers all the time?”
 
 	“Laura, you should know that wouldn’t bother me at all. In fact, I’d like to try wearing diapers all the time, but I can’t.” Eleanor had never actually asked her parents if she could, she simply assumed the answer was “no” and left it at that.
 
 	“Well . . . you know what I mean.” Laura said flatly. “It’s like taking away your favorite thing and saying you can never have it again.”
 
 	“I know, I know.” Eleanor soothed. “But you should be glad you were lucky enough to be able to wear them this long. Plus you don’t have to stop forever, just until you move out.”
 
 	“Ellie, that’s years away.”
 
 	“Come on Lo, I’m just trying to help you feel better.”
 
 	“You’re right.” Laura sighed. “Oh, by the way, do you still have my stash around here?”
 
 	“Yeah, it’s in the closet as usual.” Eleanor gestured to the far end of the room and tried to put her attention back on her schoolwork.
 
 	“Goody!” Laura jumped up excitedly. “At least I can wear these while I’m here. I don’t like the pull ups, they’re too thin.”
 
 	“Too thin? You’re butt still sticks out like a baby’s.” Eleanor laughed.
 
 	Laura pulled one of the diapers out of the package. The stash had been kept there in the event that she forgot to bring some or that she ran out. It had occasionally come in handy during sleepovers. Several times, Eleanor had worn them to see what they were like. Laura encouraged her to use as many as she wanted, but Eleanor had never wanted to get caught.
 
 	“Mind if I change in here?” Laura asked.
 
 	“Sure . . . for a price.” Eleanor teased.
 
 	“What’s the price?” She asked wearily.
 
 	“You give me one of your pull up diapers.” Was the mischievous sounding reply.
 
 	“Why?”
 
 	“Either give me one, or go change somewhere else. I don’t care.” Eleanor said haughtily.
 
 	“Fine!” Laura opened her backpack and pull out a training diaper. She tossed it across the room, landing it near Eleanor’s desk. With the payment given, she whipped off her shorts and pulled the training diaper down. Kicking it off her feet, she lay out the normal diaper and sat down on it. She laid back a bit to easily tape up the diaper; then she stood up and stepped into her shorts.
 
 	“Ah, it’s so much nicer to wear these. And you can forget about me using the toilet too.” Laura said with an air of triumph.
 
 	“Why? Are you supposed to?” Eleanor asked.
 
 	“Yeah, I’m supposed to have you remind me to go to the bathroom. My Mom was going to call your Mom, but I managed to get her not to. Just in case anyone asks, I’ve tried to go to the bathroom plenty of times today.”
 
 	“Okay, but if you get caught, I don’t know anything.” Eleanor said.
 
 	“Ellie, can’t you at least help me out on this?” Laura pleaded.
 
 	“If your Mom asks if you’ve gone, I’ll say yes; but if you get caught in those diapers when you aren’t supposed to, I didn’t know.” Eleanor explained.
 
 	“Oh alright, but there shouldn’t be any risk of that.”
 
 	Eleanor slapped her book shut and jumped up. “Finally! All done.” She immediately turned away from Laura and lifted the front of her skirt. Grabbing her panties by the waist, she pulled them down and kicked them aside. Laura was apparently not paying attention; otherwise, there would have been plenty of comments when she did this. Next, she snatched up the training diaper, unfolded it, stepped into it, and pulled it up into place.
 
 	“There.” She said, turning around to find Laura leaning back in the beanbag chair with her eyes closed. The look on her face told Eleanor that she was wetting her diaper. “What do you think Laura?”
 Laura opened her eyes and sat up. “Think of what?”
 
 	“This.” Eleanor lifted her skirt.
 
 	“Looks normal to me.” She teased.
 
 	“These feel great. I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Eleanor lowered her navy blue skirt and smoothed it out.
 
 	“They don’t feel good compared to this.” Laura patted her front. “So what? Are you gonna start wearing diapers now that I can’t?”
 
 	“We’ll see.” Eleanor teased. “So, what do you want to do today?”
 
 	“Nothing much, maybe walk through the park and browse the shop on the other side.”
 
 	“Sounds good to me; you wanna go right now?” Eleanor asked.
 
 	“Do you want to? I’ll go whenever you want to.”
 
 	“We can go as soon as I have my Mom look through my homework; shouldn’t take me more than a couple minutes.” Eleanor gathered her books.
 
 	“Cool, I’ll just wait here I guess.” Laura leaned back and closed her eyes again.
 Eleanor left the room and went downstairs in search of her Mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Eventually, she worked her way back up the stairs and found her Mother in the master bedroom. As she entered, she set her books down on the bed.
 
 	“Hi Mom, I’m all done with my homework.”
 
 	“Very good Eleanor.” Her Mother replied as she sorted through her drawers.
 
 	“Can you look over them real quick? I’d like to go to the park with Lo if that’s okay.”
 
 	“Oh, um, sure. As long as you’ve done everything, you may go.” Her Mom turned to the books on the bed and began to look through them. It was her custom to check that the assigned homework was done before she pronounced any child free to go and play. However, she left the judgment on the quality of the work to the teacher and the student. After a quick perusal, she confirmed that everything was done.
 
 	“Well, you’re free to go; it looks to me like you’ve done everything quite well.”
 
 	“Thanks Mom.” Eleanor said, but then she paused for a minute. “May I ask you something?”
 
 	“Sure honey, what is it?”
 
 	“Well, this is gonna sound really strange. . .” Eleanor broke off.
 
 	“It’s okay Eleanor, you can ask me anything.” Mrs. Stanley was always weary of this opening to a question.
 
 	“Well. . .” Eleanor trailed off sheepishly for a minute. “Is it okay . . . um . . . if . . . I . . . if I?” She had to pause for an extended period of time to muster up her courage; her Mother just kept silent and waited. Finally, she took a deep breath and asked, “Is it okay if I wear diapers? Just for a while.” She said quickly.
 
 	Her Mother was quiet for a minute; the question had taken her by surprise with its suddenness. However, she had been expecting this question for years; she figured it was only a matter of time before Laura’s diapers had some kind of effect. She was actually more surprised that it had taken so long for a request like this to arise. She had also decided long ago that she would almost certainly agree to the inevitable request, just so long as it wasn’t completely ridiculous. The current one was well within the boundaries of acceptance and so she granted it.
 
 	“Are you sure Eleanor?”
 
 	“Yes.” Eleanor’s voice was quiet, but certain.
 
 	“Okay then, you may wear diapers if you really want to. You may wear them for as long as you wish.”
 
 	“What? Really?” Eleanor was greatly surprised by the answer, not only because of the verdict, but also because there was no long talk or discussion about it.
 
 	“Absolutely; but we will have to talk about this at length. Later tonight though, I’m guessing you want to tell Laura and then go to the park.”
 
 	“Um, okay. Thanks.” Eleanor was surprised again; this time by the mention of Laura, whom she didn’t recall saying anything about just then. “If you’re thinking she put me up to this; she didn’t. I decided it by myself. Laura doesn’t even know I’m asking you right now.” Eleanor wanted to clear up any misinterpretations before they arose.
 
 	“Okay Ellie, it’s no problem.” Mrs. Stanley chuckled a bit. “You may go now.”
 
 	“Thanks again Mom.” Eleanor said with a smile as she left.
 Upon returning to her room, she set her books down on the desk. Laura was still reclining heavily in the beanbag chair. She looked up when Eleanor approached her. Eleanor planted her feet and put her hands on her hips; looking down at her friend, she put on a very lofty air of importance.
 
 	“Guess what, Lo.”
 
 	“I don’t know; what?”  Laura didn’t bother guessing when Eleanor played like this.
 
 	“Oh come on, take a wild guess. I’ve got something important to tell you, but you’ll probably never figure it out.” She smirked.
 
 	“Then why even guess?” Laura said indifferently.
 
 	“Because I won’t tell you if don’t at least try and guess.”
 
 	“Okay fine! Let’s see: you won the lottery perhaps?”
 
 	“Not even close!” Eleanor was beginning to have fun withholding the information.
 
 	“What is it then?” Laura was now genuinely curious.
 
 	“Well, I get to wear diapers now.” Eleanor stated with satisfaction.
 
 	“You what!? Since when?” Laura was both excited and shocked, but not sure which one to chose.
 
 	“Since I just asked my Mom. I figured if you had to be potty trained, I’d at least wear diapers with you until you’re finished with them.”
 
 	“Wow, cool.” Laura was on the verge of feeling jealous, but then she realized that everything would be fine. She would have been rather upset if her friend could wear diaper when she couldn’t. But wearing them together for a while seemed like the perfect thing to help with potty training. Most likely, it actually wouldn’t help much at all, but it gave her a certain comfort.
 
 	“I know right? You can learn how to use the toilet, and I can learn how to use diapers.” She laughed.
 
 	“Wait a sec. Does this mean you told your Mom about my potty training?”
 
 	“No, I didn’t mention it. But I’ll probably have to explain a bunch when she does eventually find out.” Eleanor mused.
 
 	“Ah well, let’s go then.” Laura jumped up. “Or do you want to change into a real diaper?”
 
 	“Nah, this is fine for now, let’s go.”
 
 
 					At the Park.
 
 	Together, they quickly headed out of the house, stopping only to say goodbye to Mrs. Stanley. The park was only about a mile from Eleanor’s house. It was sort of the center of the town; and so it was quite large. It had woods, gardens, and plenty of paved pathways. It also marked the border between the suburbs and the mall area.
 The two girls strolled along quickly toward their destination, or rather the general area of their destination.  They may have said that they wanted to go to the park, but really, they just wanted to be out together. Laura, of course, didn’t want to be potty trained, and would rather delay it as long as possible. Eleanor was excited to be wearing diapers openly. She did want to keep it secret from the rest of her friends, but she was glad her Mom approved. For the first part of their journey, they were mostly silent, each one deep in thought. Laura was only thinking of ways she might get out of potty training. Eleanor was studying the new attire she wore. It dawned on her a little too late that a skirt was not a good choice for keeping her new secret. Then again, it wasn’t windy that day and shorts or pants would be almost certain to give her away with an obvious bulge around her diaper. She had tried diapers once or twice, but never long enough to go anywhere or get used to them. As she walked, she felt like she had to waddle from the bulk between her legs. In truth, her gait looked nearly identical to normal. Eleanor was also acutely aware that every step caused her diaper to make a crinkling sound. Again, it seemed loud to her, but was all but inaudible to anyone more than a foot away. As they neared the park, they were already feeling refreshed.
 
 	“Wow, this sure is crinkly, and it makes me have to walk funny. I hope no one notices.” Eleanor said hesitantly.
 
 	“Oh you get used to it. And almost no one pays any attention to me, they’ll never notice you.” Laura reassured her.
 
 	“I hope so.”
 
 	“Oh don’t worry about it Ellie. If I didn’t know already, I’d never even guess that anything was different.” She looked her friend in the eye to calm her.
 
 	“I guess you’re right; I’m just kinda nervous, that’s all.”
 
 	“You don’t need to bother worrying about these pull ups, they’re really thin. It’s the ones I’m wearing that might attract attention.”
 
 	“I’ll have to try those around the house before going out. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now; what do you want to do while we’re here?” Eleanor changed the subject. They were now in the middle of the park and she didn’t want to attract any attention by discussing diapers in public.
 
 	“Well of course I want to look at clothes. I don’t think I’ll get anything right now, but I want to think about it later. There is a cute doll I saw at the shop by the corner; maybe I’ll add that to my collection. What about you?” Laura began to ponder her current funds and what she’d like to buy in the future.
 
 	“It doesn’t really matter to me, I just want to wander around and browse. My homework was really annoying and all I care about is forgetting it for now.”
 And so they began their standard practice of looking at almost everything. Even things they didn’t really care about like little kids clothes and formal attire; it didn’t matter to them, they were just passing the time. Eventually the two girls made their way along the row of shops until they came to the toy store.  Laura went straight to the dolls section and began inspecting each any everyone. Eleanor browsed also, but didn’t have as much interest in dolls at the moment.
 
 	“Laura.” She whispered. “I have to pee.”
 
 	“So? You’re wearing a diaper, just go.” Laura replied. Eleanor glanced around anxiously to see if anyone could have heard.
 
 	“But . . .” She said even more quietly. “I’m nervous.”
 
 	“You don’t have to then. It was kind of a joke.” Laura was really just teasing her friend. She quickly returned to her careful scrutiny of the dolls.
 
 	Eleanor turned to the other side of the aisle when Laura went back to looking at dolls. She had planned on using her diaper, but was very nervous about it now. She had hoped she would be in a private place when she had to go, but it seemed silly to wear a diaper and not use it. Quickly looking up and down the aisle again, she found it empty except for her and Laura. She squatted down and pretended to admire whatever toy was in front of her. It didn’t take long before her need to go overcame her uneasiness about doing it in public. After all, Laura did it all the time and even she didn’t notice most of the time. It took some effort, but she was able to convince herself to just let go. This of course was helped by the fact that she was now desperate to relive herself. Almost before she knew it, Eleanor could feel the warmth and moisture between her legs. She held her breath as the trickle grew into a stream and continued until she thought she was going to start leaking. But sure enough, her diaper held up as the pee was slowly absorbed. When she was all finished, she could feel the distinct wetness that the training diaper was designed to create. The wetness had crept partway up the front and back of her diaper as it soaked in. Apart from feeling much heavier and warmer, it also felt distinctly moist. Carefully she stood up and looked around again, almost certain that someone would be staring at her. She took a few cautious steps up and down the aisle before asserting that she wouldn’t have any leaks.
 
 	“Laura.” Eleanor tapped her friend lightly on the shoulder.
 
 	“What is it Ellie?”
 
 	“I wet my diaper.” She half giggled; she felt mischievous for saying it.
 
 	“So?” Laura wasn’t quite sure what to say, so she put on an disinterested air.
 
 	“Um, now what?” Eleanor was also unsure what to say at this point. She hadn’t planned the conversation much farther than a couple of words.
 
 	“So poop in it or something. I don’t know.” Laura was a bit flustered to be called upon as a diaper expert.
 
 	“Ugh! I don’t have to anyway. What about a . . . um . . . change?” She felt like she needed to be changed, she wasn’t leaking and the wet diaper didn’t feel bad, but she’d rather be in a dry one at the moment.
 
 	“Well, I’m gonna buy this doll first. After we get out of here, we’ll talk about it. Maybe somewhere more private?”
 
 	“Okay, sounds good.” Eleanor liked the sound of “somewhere more private.” The toy store had a number of people wandering around now and in her diapered state, she felt uneasy around them.
 
 	Laura rung up her doll and Eleanor followed her silently until they were out of the store. Once outside, they made their way to a table at an outdoor seating area in front of a coffee shop. They sat down at the farthest end of the area, but the whole place was more or less vacant. Eleanor made a bit of a gasp as she sat down; the diaper was much bulkier and she noticed its wetness even more when she sat on it.
 
 	“Are you really that wet Ellie?” Laura teased.
 
 	“Yeah, and I’m also not used to this at all.”
 
 	“So does baby Eleanor need a change?” Laura continued her teasing.
 
 	“Yeah, can I borrow your pack for a minute?” Eleanor ignored the provocation.
 
 	“Um, let’s see.” Laura said, opening her backpack. “I don’t have any more pull ups, you’ll have to wear normal diapers until we get home.” This wasn’t actually true, but Laura wanted to see if her friend would go for the bulkier and noisier diapers.
 
 	“Aw man. . .” Eleanor sank down in her chair a bit. She really didn’t want to wear the normal big diapers just yet. It was easy for her to notice the bulge in Laura’s clothes and the crinkling could be heard a couple of feet away. On the other hand, she didn’t want to keep wearing the wet diaper for too long, she feared diaper rash or leaks even though she wasn’t at risk of either.
 
 	“Don’t want a change then?” Laura asked after a minute.
 
 	“Wait!” Eleanor said suddenly but quietly. “Okay, I’ll wear one of the big ones. I don’t have much choice. Gimmie your bag.”
 
 	“No, here, just put one in your purse.” Laura started to pull a diaper out; she didn’t want Eleanor to see the training diapers inside.
 
 	“Hey, hey, hey.” She glanced around quickly. “Don’t let anyone see. Just slip it and some wipes on and hand it back.”  Eleanor passed her purse to Laura who did as instructed.
 
 	“Okay, okay Ellie. No one is looking anyway.” She handed the purse back. “Do you even know how to change a diaper?”
 
 	“Kinda.”  Eleanor hadn’t thought of this, she had been expecting to just slip on a training diaper like ordinary underwear.
 
 	“Do you need help then?”
 
 	“No, I got it.” Eleanor stood up. She had tried on diapers a few times, but that was a few years ago. Taking her purse, she headed inside to find the restroom.
 
 	To her relief, she found it to be a single room rather than a row of stalls; this would give her total privacy. Setting her purse by the sink, she immediately grabbed the waist of the training diaper and slid it down. Instead of removing her shoes, she tore the sides and threw away the soggy garment. Next, she opened up her purse and pulled out a few wipes. The wipes made her jump a little when their coolness touched her skin, but she liked the soothing sensation they gave her as she cleaned herself. The wipes followed the training diaper into the trash before she pulled out the diaper to replace it. Eleanor hesitated for a minute as she pondered how to put on the diaper. The times she had done it before, she had sat or laid down but she had no changing mat now and was entirely against sitting on the restroom floor. Luckily, this toilet had a lid instead of just a seat. Hiking her skirt up a bit, she unfolded the diaper and spread it out on the toilet lid. After lowering herself onto it, she pulled the front of the diaper into place and reached for the tapes on the back. She had to shift her position a couple of times before the diaper was arranged properly. Finally, she was able to bring both of the tapes around and stick them into place. When she stood up, she found she had not taped the diaper on very tightly. Fortunately the tapes where the Velcro kind and she could readjust them easily until her diaper was securely fastened around her waist. She pulled her skirt down into place and collected her purse. She flushed the toilet in case anyone was nearby outside and washed her hands before leaving.
 
 	The new diaper was significantly more bulky and noisy. This was immediately apparent to Eleanor as she walked through the shop and out the door.  When she looked over to their table, she didn’t see Laura. A quick glance around and she found her friend heading toward the road. Laura’s Mother had pulled up at the curb, Eleanor walked over quickly to greet her.
 
 	“Hello Mrs. Marshall.” She said cheerfully, both girls reached the passenger side of the car at the same time.
 
 	“Hi Eleanor, Hi Laura.” Mrs. Marshall parked the car, got out and came around to talk to them.
 
 	“Hi Mom, what’cha doing out here?” Laura asked.
 
 	“I was just passing by when I saw you; I was on my way to get some groceries.”
 
 	“Oh okay, Cathy’s with you I guess?” Laura peered into the car to confirm this. Eleanor and Cathy waved at each other and smiled.
 
 	“Well I won’t stop for long, but since I’m here, have you used the bathroom recently?”
 
 	“Um, I guess so.” Laura was hoping this wouldn’t come up.
 
 	“You guess so? Here, let me check your diaper.” It was common for Laura to have her diaper checked in public but she hesitated before turning around slowly.
 
 	Laura’s Mother pulled out the back of her diaper and immediately noticed it wasn’t a training diaper. After finding the back clean, she spun Laura around again and felt the front of her diaper. Of course, she felt the telltale hardness of a soggy diaper.
 
 	“Laura. This isn’t a pull up, did you change?” She asked sternly.
 
 	“Yes . . .” Laura knew what was coming.
 
 	“Eleanor, did Laura tell you about her potty training by chance? She was supposed to have you remind her to use the toilet, did you know?” Laura knew her friend would deny it, she knew it wasn’t Eleanor’s place to get in trouble on her account.
 
 	“No Mrs. Marshall.” Eleanor said dutifully.
 
 	“I figured.” Laura’s Mother sighed. “Well anyway, we’ve recently decided to potty train her. I was going to call you Mother to inform her, but Laura said she’d tell you instead. As you can see, that hasn’t happened.”
 
 	“Mom, I-“Laura started, but was cut off by her Mother.
 
 	“Listen Laura, you may stay with Eleanor for the rest of the day. I’ll call Mrs. Stanley later and I want you home by dinner time. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, there will be consequences for your actions and they will be waiting for you when you get home. Is that understood?”
 
 	“Yes Mom.” Laura hung her head.
 
 	“Good. Now Eleanor . . .” She turned to the other girl. “You don’t need to worry about this, I’m sure Laura will tell you all about it now. Try to keep her out of trouble though.” She finished with a smile toward Eleanor and a sharp look toward Laura.
 
 	“Okay Mrs. Marshall.” Eleanor said somewhat awkwardly.
 
 	“I’ll see you girls later.” She said as she got in the car again. “Laura, I want you home by dinner time, remember.”
 
 	“Okay Mom, bye.”
 
 	“Bye Mrs. Marshall.”
 
 	Laura’s Mother drove off, leaving the two girls in an awkward silence. They stood where they were for a minute, then Eleanor put her hand on Laura’s shoulder.
 
 	“I’m sorry Lo, I shouldn’t have lied about it.”
 
 	“No, it’s okay. You might have gotten in trouble if Mom caught you not reminding me to use the bathroom.”
 
 	“No, probably not. I don’t think my Mom would do anything either. I either had to lie about you telling me, or lie about you using the bathroom anyway. I should’ve just told her you’d gone, and then you wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.” Eleanor’s mind was finally catching up to her.
 
 	“I don’t know; I wouldn’t want you to risk it anyway. It’s done now, no sense thinking about it anymore.” Laura sighed.
 
 	“I still feel kinda guilty, maybe I’ll think of a way to make it better. But you’re right, let’s talk about something else.”
 
 	“Like what?”
 
 	“I don’t know, like us heading home maybe.”
 
 	“Yeah, I don’t feel like shopping anymore.”
 
 	“Actually Lo, I was thinking of the weather. Just look at those clouds.” Eleanor gestured to the sky. She was right, dark rain clouds were rolling in rapidly. A cool breeze had begun to blow as well.
 
 	“Wow, when did that get here?” Laura questioned.
 
 	“I don’t know, I was changing, I didn’t notice it before though.”
 
 	“Just spring time doing its usual thing I guess. Let’s get home quickly.”
 
 
 				Home Wet: Also, Frogs.
 
 	Both girls made a quick pace toward their neighborhood. By the time they reached their street, it had just begun to sprinkle. The clouds had almost fully opened up before they got to Eleanor’s house so they were both very wet when they burst through the door.
 
 	“Oh hi girls! I was just about to go looking for you.” Mrs. Stanley was just putting a raincoat on.
 
 	“Phew! At least we’re didn’t get completely soaked.” Eleanor laughed as the two girls caught their breath.
 
 	“It looks like you are though.” Her Mother said with a chuckle. She was right, both girls’ clothes were drenched and their hair was clinging to their faces.
 
 	“I was gonna ask what on earth you’re talking about Ellie. We’re both dripping wet.” Laura rolled her eyes.
 
 	“Wait right there, I’ll get some towels.” Mrs. Stanley was already out of the room. She returned in a few seconds and tossed a towel to each girl. “Go ahead and leave your wet clothes right there. Don’t worry, no one is around to see you. I can leave the room too if you like.” Mrs. Stanley would occasionally change Laura so Laura had no problem with this.
 
 	“No problem Mrs. Stanley.” Laura said as she immediately started stripping off her clothes.
 
 	Eleanor started drying herself, but hesitated on removing her clothes. Even though she had permission, she didn’t want her mother to see her wearing a diaper just yet.
 
 	“Come on Eleanor, get undressed quickly so you don’t catch cold.” Her Mother was collecting the soggy garments from Laura who was now only clad in her bra and soggy diaper.
 
 	“What, are you scared your own mother will see you naked?” Laura teased. “Is it okay if I take a quick shower?” She tuned to Eleanor’s Mother who nodded approval.
 
 	Eleanor didn’t want to seem embarrassed, so she quickly stepped out of her shoes, then peeled off her socks and shirt. Laura was already up the stairs and entering the bathroom by now. Eleanor tried not to make eye contact with her mother as she slipped her skirt down and tossed it on the pile with her other wet clothes. She quickly stanched up her towel and wrapped herself with it. Her Mother made sure Laura was in the bathroom before addressing her daughter.
 
 	“What is it honey? Are you really embarrassed for me to see you all of a sudden?” Eleanor said nothing to this.
 
 	“Is it because you’re wearing a diaper? You know I said it was okay.”
 
 	“Well maybe.” Eleanor said with a sheepish smirk as she looked up.
 
 	“By the way, where did you get that one?”
 
 	“It’s one of Laura’s, she said it was alright.” Eleanor sounded a bit defensive.
 
 	“Okay, no problem there.” Mrs. Stanley soothed. “I didn’t expect you to be wearing them right away.”
 
 	“Well I guess I’ll go change into some dry clothes now.” Eleanor felt better now and tossed the towel to her Mother.
 
 	“What about your –ahem- diaper, isn’t that wet too?”
 
 	“Mom!” Eleanor gasped.
 
 	“I meant from the rain silly.” Her Mother started laughing. Eleanor realized how stupid she had been and laughed as well, though her laughter was a little awkward.
 
 	“No, I’m fine.” She said, forcing herself to sound serious. With that, she hurried away to her room.
 
 	Eleanor was frustrated with herself for being so uncomfortable around her mother. She knew she had made it more of an issue than it really was. She wasn’t even ashamed to be wearing diapers, at least, not around her mother.  While picking out what clothes to wear, she wished she had the confidence of her friend. Laura never seemed to be embarrassed, but she guessed that was just because she wore diapers all the time. Eventually, she decided on a tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of black sport shorts. She didn’t bother with her diaper, it was a little damp on the outside, but the inside was still warm and dry.
 
 	Laura’s diaper, on the other hand, wasn’t just wet from rain. She had used it almost as soon as she had put it on before they left. Since then, she had added to its wetness, though she had no idea when. Now it was at its maximum capacity and sagging heavily. Upon entering the bathroom, she quickly ripped the sides and let it drop to the floor. Removing her bra as well, she tossed that aside and stepped into the shower. She only rinsed herself in warm water for a minute or two. The only spot she actually cleaned was between her legs. When she was finished rinsing off, she dried herself again and opened up her backpack. She then realized she had only put one extra diaper in, which Eleanor was currently wearing. There were training diapers, but she didn’t want to wear those. Ignoring the pack for a moment, she cleaned up the wet diaper and collected her bra. Then, wrapping up in her towel, she picked up the backpack and peeked out the door. A quick look around proved the immediate area to be empty, so she darted down the hall to Eleanor’s room.
 When she entered, Eleanor was laying on her bed. Before she could question her friend’s lack of clothes, Laura spoke.
 
 	“I didn’t pack enough diapers, I’m all out.” She stated as she tossed the backpack and bra on the floor. “By the way, can I borrow a set of clothes?” She was already at the closet, getting another diaper.
 
 	“No problem Lo, pick out whatever you like.” Eleanor said, getting up. “You ran out? It’s not like you to not pack enough.”
 
 	“Well you got my last diaper; all that’s left is pull ups.” Laura suddenly gasped and froze, realizing she just gave away her previous lie.
 
 	“Wait, what? You said you only had the big diapers.” Eleanor stared irately at Laura who was just pulling the front of her diaper up.
 
 	“Um, uh . . . maybe I didn’t notice them.” Laura forced a weak smile and a chuckle.
 
 	“Yeah right.” Eleanor picked up the backpack and looked inside. “There’s plenty of them in here, why’d you say there weren’t any?”
 
 	“I don’t know.” Laura sighed as she taped her diaper into place. “Just wanted you to wear a normal diaper I guess.”
 
 	“What, so someone would notice? So I’d get humiliated in public when people saw me wearing a diaper?” Eleanor was now staring daggers at her friend.
 
 	“No! That’s not it at all!” Laura exclaimed.
 
 	“Then why Laura?”
 
 	“I don’t know . . .,” It was hard to explain why she’d done it. “I just wanted you to be wearing a real diaper instead of those stupid pull ups.”
 
 	“That’s fine Laura,” Eleanor was still on edge. “But I’m not like you; I’m still scared that people will see me. I was going to wear the “real” diapers anyway. I just wanted more time to get used to these.” Now she was more flustered with Laura than actually angry at her.
 
 	“I’m sorry Eleanor; I just wanted to give you a little boost.” Laura looked at her friend pleadingly. Eleanor remained silent for a time.
 
 	“It’s alright I guess, just don’t do that kind of thing anymore. Let me do things when I want to, not when you do.”
 
 	“Okay Ellie, I won’t force you to do anything. How about a favor to make us even?”
 
 	“I was kinda hoping you’d say something like that.” Eleanor cracked a sly grin.
 
 	“Like what?” Laura looked puzzled as Eleanor walked past her to the closet.
 
 	“Like doing a favor.” She began to rummage through her things.
 
 	“You know, I’m not sure I like where this is going. What are you doing?” Laura had an uneasy feeling.
 
 	“Well, since you chose what diaper I wore, I think you deserve something similar. And there’s no taking back your offer now.”
 
 	“Okay Ellie, but what are you looking for?”
 
 	“Here we go.” She pulled something green out of the closet. “You can wear this.”
 
 	“What is it?”
 
 	“It’s my old frog suit!” Eleanor said with greatly exaggerated excitement. She tossed it to Laura who caught it and stared for a minute.
 
 	Laura unfolded what first appeared to be a green, skintight suit. When it was fully unfolded, she could see the whole thing. It was dark green all over with even darker spots on the back and a light green patch on the belly. It was footed with webbed feet and even had similarly webbed gloves sown on the end of the sleeves. There was also a hood that was shaped like a frog head. Laura simply stared at it and didn’t say a word.
 
 	“Well go ahead, put it on.” Eleanor urged with a smile.
 
 	“Really?”
 
 	“Yes really, go ahead.”
 
 	“But, why?” Laura had a pleading look.
 
 	“Like I said, you made me wear something, now I get to make you wear something.”
 
 	“Aw, you know I hate green and you know I hate frogs.” She pouted.
 
 	“Exactly, that’s the point Laura.”
 
 	“Isn’t there anything else?”
 
 	“Well, if you want to be fair, how about you wear the pull ups like you’re supposed to. Then I’ll have to remind you to use the toilet like I’m supposed to.” Eleanor said bluntly.
 
 	“Okay fine, I’ll wear this darn green frog. If that’s what makes you happy.” Laura submitted and started turning the suit around.
 
 	“It does.” Eleanor sat down in her desk chair to watch.
 
 	The frog suit had been used for some play a few years ago, it fit Eleanor a little loosely then but was tight on Laura now. To get into it, there was an opening in the back with a couple of buttons. Laura first slid one leg on, then the other; adjusting it so the feet were on straight. Pulling the suit up, she slipped the hood over her head and started working her arms into the sleeves. Eleanor jumped up then and came over the button up the back securely.
 
 	“There, now you’ll need someone else to help you get out of this.” Eleanor was satisfied with the result.
 
 	“Someone else? Aren’t you going to help me out of this?” Laura asked with concern.
 
 	“Well, your Mom will probably help you.”
 
 	“My Mom? Just how long do I have to wear this stupid thing?” Laura turned around.
 
 	“Until you get home at least.” Eleanor smiled.
 
 	“Aw come on Ellie! That’s not fair!” Eleanor stamped her foot.
 
 	“Actually, it’s perfectly fair if you think about it.” She replied coolly.
 
 	“I guess you’re right.” Laura realized the accuracy of her friend’s statement.
 
 	“Well then, what do you want to do now?” Eleanor changed the subject.
 
 	“I don’t know, I was thinking we could paint our nails, but now I’m wearing this freaking frog suit so that won’t work. What about you?”
 
 	“How about we just watch some T.V. until dinner?” Eleanor suggested.
 
 	“Sure, whatever.”
 
 	Eleanor stuffed her feet into her fuzzy slippers and the two of them went downstairs to the den. Laura flopped down on the couch while Eleanor went to the kitchen to make some snacks. She returned with sandwiches, chips and drinks for both of them. They began to flip through the channels but were interrupted when Eleanor’s mother popped in.
 
 	“There you are, just letting you know that I’m going to . . .” She stopped mid sentence. “Laura? Why are you wearing Ellie’s old frog suit?”
 
 	“This is what I get for letting her pick out what I should wear.” She replied sarcastically. Eleanor couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing.
 
 	“You two are really silly girls, you know that?” Mrs. Stanley had a bit of trouble not laughing herself. “
 
 	“Anyway.” She regained her composure. “I just popped in to tell you two that I’m going out to pick up Adam and Quinn.”
 
 	“Okay Mom.”
 
 	“Okay Mrs. Stanley.”
 
 	“I’ll be back in about half an hour, just don’t do anything too ridiculous while I’m gone.” She rolled her eyes and headed for the door. Eleanor continued to giggle and Laura was now finding it hard to keep her own face straight.
 
 	“Bye Mrs. Stanley.”
 
 	“Bye Mom.” They both chimed together.
 
 	They both broke down into fits of giggles when they heard the door close. After a minute of hysterics, they returned their attention to the television. This kept them occupied for a while. When their show ended, Eleanor’s mother had not returned.
 
 	“So Ellie, are you gonna tell your brothers about your diapers?”
 
 	“I’m sure they’ll find out some way. I guess I’ll just go ahead and tell them. The only thing I worried about is them talking about it to their friends. Some horrible threats should help them keep a secret though.” Eleanor winked and made a mischievous grin.
 
 	“Yeah, that seems like a good idea.” Laura agreed solemnly.
 
 	“I kinda hope no one at school finds out, but I’m ready for it anyway.”
 
 	“And what will you do if they do find out?”
 
 	“Try to act like I’m not totally embarrassed for one thing.” Eleanor chuckled.
 
 	“That’s just what I’d suggest. They’ll leave you alone if you don’t react.”
 
 	“Easier said than done though.” She sighed.
 
 	Just then, they heard the door open.  Immediately came the pounding of two sets of feet and the voices of Eleanor’s younger brothers. They would have plowed right through the house toward their room if they hadn’t caught sight of Laura.
 
 	“Laura?” They both said as they stopped in their tracks. “Why is she wearing a frog suit?” Quinn leaned toward his brother.
 
 	“I dunno.” Adam said. Both of them continued to stare.
 
 	“Because I can, that’s why.” Laura turned around and answered the boys’ question sharply.
 
 	“You look so silly.” Adam said.
 
 	“You got a problem with it?” Laura held her sternness.
 
 	“Nope.” They said in unison. Then the two of them resumed the mini stampede that continued until they were in their room.
 
 	“Handled it like a pro.” Laura said proudly.
 
 	“Sure, whatever.” Eleanor rolled her eyes.
 
 	The two of them continued to watch T.V. for an hour or so, and then they went upstairs to Eleanor’s room. They didn’t have anything planned to do up there, but T.V. had lost its interest for the moment. It was only a few minutes before they heard Eleanor’s mother calling out that dinner would be ready soon. This was Laura’s cue to leave.
 
 	“Well, I guess I gotta go home now.”
 
 	“Yep, I’ll see ya later. I hope you don’t get in too much trouble.”
 
 	“Don’t count on it, I already got in trouble twice yesterday, I’m doomed now.” Laura let out a big sigh.
 
 	“Well that sucks.” Eleanor didn’t have much else to offer.
 
 	“Yup. Bye.” Laura grabbed her backpack and left the room.
 
 	“Bye.” Eleanor called after her.
 
 	Laura collected her clothes, which Mrs. Stanley had put in the dryer. She had to explain that she was wearing the frog suit home. Mrs. Stanley was confused, but shrugged her shoulders and said goodbye. Laura did put her shoes on though; the rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet. She wanted to go as slow as she could, but knew she’d only be in more trouble if she got home late. She had only just left the Stanley’s house when her belly rumbled. It was well before the halfway point when it rumbled again; this time in earnest.  She stopped walking for just a second and relaxed. A number of small lumps quickly found their way into her diaper before she resumed her pace. They didn’t settle in for the ride though, instead, they rubbed against her as she waddled slightly. She wasn’t very comfortable by the time she reached her door.
 
 
 					Discussions.
 
 	A couple of minutes after Laura left, Eleanor decided to pay her little brothers a visit. She really didn’t want to tell them, but she knew that it would be much worse if they found out themselves; especially if they found out and she didn’t know they had.
 She took a deep breath before push the door open. Inside, she found her two brothers playing happily with their toys strewn about the floor. They didn’t take notice of her as she approached; only looking up when she was right next to them.
 
 	“Hi Sis.” Adam said, not fully removing his attention from his toys.
 
 	“Hi boys.” Eleanor began. “You know, Mom said dinner is ready.”
 
 	“We know.” They both answered.
 
 	“Well uh, there’s something else too.” Eleanor paused for a minute and gathered her courage. She knew that if she just acted as if it was normal, they wouldn’t make a big deal of it. Or at least she hoped they wouldn’t. They were both looking at her now; they knew the change in her tone meant it was something important.
 
 	“What is it?” Quinn asked.
 
 	“Can you keep a secret?” She leaned toward them.
 
 	“Yeah.” Adam said, none too convincingly.
 
 	“Well I’ll tell you. You know how Laura wears diapers right?”
 
 	“Uh huh.” They both mumbled.
 
 	“Well…” Eleanor was in the habit of overusing the word “well” when she was nervous. Instead of finishing her sentence, she pulled down the front of her shorts a little. Both of the boys stared silently for a minute, then Eleanor pulled her short back up.
 
 	“You’re wearing a diaper?” Adam asked with surprise.
 
 	“Yeah.”
 
 	“Does Mommy know?” Quinn asked.
 
 	“She knows; I asked her if I could wear them and she said it was okay.” Eleanor felt almost a bit confident at this point.
 
 	“Why would you wanna wear a baby diaper?” Adam asked incredulously.
 
 	“Because I can.” Eleanor responded huffily.
 
 	“So why tell us then?” Adam continued questioning.
 
 	“Because you two will probably find out sooner or later anyway. I’m trying to be nice by telling you myself.” She had secretly been hoping for a different type of reaction; though, she wasn’t sure what type of reaction she wanted in the first place. Maybe it was wonder and admiration she was hoping for, but that didn’t make any sense. Either way, she found herself a little frustrated; the boys were usually excited to hear secrets.
 
 	“Okay Ellie, don’t get mad. I don’t see why you’d wanna wear diapers though.”
 
 	“Whatever.” Eleanor began again. “The other reason I came here was to warn you-“
 
 	“About what?” Quinn cut her off.
 
 	“If you’d let me finish, you wouldn’t have to ask.” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “I’m warning you to not tell anyone about this. Mom and Dad can know, Laura knows, but no one else can know. I don’t want you to tell your friends, I don’t want you to talk about it at all.” She was now looking daggers at both of them. Adam began to speak, but she started again.
 
 	“And if I find that either of you has told anyone at all, you will regret it. Are there any questions?”
 
 	“No Ellie.” They both said dutifully.
 
 	“You promise not to tell anyone? I want you to say it.”
 
 	“We won’t tell anyone.” They said together.
 
 	“Good.” She said cheerfully. “Now that that’s all clear, you should wash up for dinner.”
 
 	Dinner at the Stanley house proceeded as usual; the father came home just as everything was being set out on the table. Nothing was said about diapers openly, but the two boys occasionally whispered to each other; about which, Eleanor could only guess. After dinner, the family dispersed to different parts of the house. Eleanor stayed with her mother to wash dishes and talk.
 
 	“It’s nice of you to volunteer to help clean up.” She said cheerfully to her daughter.
 
 	“Well it’s also a way for us to have some alone time so we can discuss things.” Eleanor added emphasis to the end of her sentence; her mother understood what she meant and winked.
 
 	“Okay then Ellie, what about these things would you like to say?” Her mother smiled.
 
 	“Um . . .” Eleanor wasn’t actually sure what needed to be said. Her mother had wanted to talk about it later and that was about it. “What do you want to know?” She asked hesitantly.
 
 	“I just want to be clear on what you’re doing and why.  So how long did you plan on wearing diapers and what made you want to wear them in the first place?”
 
 	“Well, I was talking to Laura earlier and she was sad that she was being potty trained.” Eleanor began as though she was about to tell a long story.
 
 	“Bu- . . . er, go on.” Eleanor’s mother almost cut in, but decided to let her finish.
 
 	“Anyway, I figured it would be fun to wear diapers when she does. She seemed really upset to have to give up her diapers so I thought it might help her out. I only plan on wearing them until she’s out of diapers.”
 
 	“So did she ask you or what?” Her mother prodded.
 
 	“Oh no, I decided to do it myself. She didn’t know until I told her after I asked you.” Eleanor was happy that her mother was being so accepting of this.
 
 	“Okay, it’s nice of you to think of your friends. What did she say about this ‘potty training’ thing? Anything much?”
 
 	“It’s kinda simple really, she’s just being potty trained. She’s gotta stop using diapers and start using the toilet. I almost feel sorry for her, giving up something she’s so used to.” Eleanor looked to see if her mother shared her sympathy. Instead, she still had a questioning look on her face.
 
 	“Uh huh.” She said matter-of-factly. “That’s kind of odd actually.”
 
 	“Why?” Eleanor was genuinely confused.
 
 	“It’s just that Mrs. Marshall called me earlier, not too long after you two got home. She told me that Laura was being potty trained.”
 
 	“What’s odd about that?” Eleanor was still puzzled.
 
 	“Nothing really, but she also said she had met the two of you near the park. She told me that Laura was in trouble for disobedience. The thing is, Laura was supposed to tell you about her potty training and have you help her, but she didn’t. Apparently you had no idea about it, or so Mrs. Marshall was told.” She was now looking sternly at Eleanor who was beginning to realize what she’d just done.
 
 	“Well uh yeah.” She stuttered.
 
 	“So you told Mrs. Marshall you had no idea about it, but you just told me that Eleanor had told you. So which is it?” Mrs. Staley had stopped washing dishes and was now facing her guilty youth.
 
 	“I lied.” Eleanor hung her head, there was no point trying to talk her way out of this.
 
 	“I’m aware of that now. But what really happened?”
 
 	“It’s almost all true.” She began sheepishly. “Eleanor told me all about her potty training.”
 
 	“So why did you lie to Mrs. Marshall?” Her mother asked bluntly.
 
 	“So I wouldn’t get in trouble with her.”
 
 	“And why would you have gotten in trouble?”
 
 	“Because I didn’t remind Laura to use the toilet like I was supposed to.” Eleanor explained.
 
 	“Did you forget?” Her mother was trying to piece everything together.
 
 	“No, Laura didn’t want to, so I just went along with it.”
 
 	“So then you lied to Mrs. Marshall just to save yourself?” Eleanor’s mother was a bit flustered at this point.
 
 	“Yes.” Eleanor admitted.
 
 	“And what did Laura think of you just bailing out on her?”
 
 	“She didn’t care, I told her I wasn’t gonna cover for her.”
 
 	“So tell me if this is correct. You conspired with Laura to not follow her mother’s directions. Then you lied to Mrs. Marshall so you wouldn’t get in trouble. And I suppose you weren’t planning on telling me either, am I right?”
 
 	“Yes, that’s all right.” Eleanor was almost on the verge of tears, she knew she was in for it.
 
 	“Okay then.” Her mother, almost magically, changed her imposing tone to a pleasant one.
 
 	“Huh?” Eleanor looked up.
 
 	“So tell me a couple more things about you wearing diapers?” Her mother completely changed the subject. “Do you plan on ‘using’ them? And if so, did you want me to change you?”
 
 	“I uh . . .” Eleanor, of course, was taken by surprise. It was a few seconds before she answered. “Uh yes. I was planning on using them, sometimes, that is. And no, I hadn’t really thought about you changing me at all.”
 
 	“Alright, glad that’s all cleared up.” Her mother said, still keeping her light tone.
 
 	“So um?” Eleanor wasn’t sure what to do now.
 
 	“I just wanted to make everything clear before we got off track. Now returning to the previous issue,” Her mother resumed her stern voice. “You’re grounded as of right now. Go to your room, I’ll be up later.”
 
 	Eleanor figured this was coming. For a second, she almost had a tiny bit of hope that she wouldn’t be punished. However, her mother was not one to leave things unfinished. She would often return to an earlier subject for a brief time, just to make sure everything was clear before they moved on.
 
 	She went to her room in silence. She wasn’t sure what her mother was going to do, but she knew it wasn’t going to be good. She also knew that she had to relieve herself quite urgently. She contemplated going to the bathroom for a minute. But she was wearing a diaper, and what’s the point of a diaper if you don’t use it? She paced back and forth until she couldn’t hold it anymore. Finally, she just had to let it go. When she did, she could hear the slight hiss from inside her diaper. The end result being that her diaper was warm, wet, and rather heavy. She gently sat down to await her mother.
 
 
 					Consequences.
 
 	“What on earth?” Laura’s mother looked up from the table and exclaimed when a girl wearing a big green frog suit came through her door.
 
 	“Don’t worry Mom; I can explain the frog suit.” Laura was grinning at her mother’s reaction. “I lost a bet; Eleanor made me wear it home.”  She started heading toward the stairs.
 
 	“Where are you going?” Her mother asked.
 
 	“To my room to change.”
 
 	“You’re late enough as it is. Come eat your dinner, it’s probably cold by now anyway.” Her mother did not have a pleased tone.
 
 	“But Mom, I-“
 
 	“No buts Laura, when you’ve finished eating your dinner, you may go to your room.”
 Laura could see her mother wasn’t in a good mood; arguing with her would only make things worse. So she quietly took her seat at the table and began eating. They were having spaghetti; only the sauce was a little warm, the spaghetti itself was already cold. She didn’t bother asking if she could warm it up.
 
 	“Mom, this suit is hard to eat with. May I please take it off?” She tried to sound as convincing as possible.
 
 	“No Laura, you should have thought about taking time to change before you left. You know when we have dinner, I told you to be home in time for dinner. That usually means getting cleaned up as well.” Her mother was just finishing her serving.
 
 	Both her father and Catherine had said nothing the entire time. Cathy had chuckled a few times because of the frog suit though. Laura ate her food and helped gather up the plates with her mother. When this was done, her mother set out some more plates and brought out a pie. Laura looked hopeful; it was apple pie, which was her favorite.
 
 	“Don’t even think about it Laura, you know being grounded means no dessert.” Her mother said, noticing the eager look.
 
 	“May I be excused then?”
 
 	“No you may not.”
 
 	And so Laura had to sit in an uncomfortably messy diaper and watch her family eat her favorite dessert.  The rest of them chatted a little while she sat silently and waited to be excused. Eventually they were done and after helping to gather the dessert dishes, she was sent to her room. She was also given instructions to only sit in her desk chair until her mother came up.
 
 	Still unable to change out the frog suit or her messy diaper, she obeyed and sat there for several minutes. She thought about trying to change out of the suit quickly, but then realized the buttons on the back prevented her from changing herself. Her mother came in after she was done with the dishes, to Laura’s relief; her father did not accompany her.
 
 	“Laura, you know better than this.” Her mother started sternly. “I warned you to not make this difficult and so did your father. But you didn’t listen.”
 
 	Laura didn’t say a word.
 
 	“You can take that ridiculous suit off now.”
 
 	“Actually I can’t.” Laura stood up and turned around. “These buttons on the back are impossible to undo with the gloves on. Can you give me a hand please?”
 
 	Rolling her eyes, Laura’s mother undid the buttons. Laura worked her arms out of the sleeves as her mother began her speech.
 
 	“Why can’t you just follow instructions Laura? Am I going to be forced to punish you every day?” Laura’s arms where now free and she tugged the hood off.
 
 	“I was hoping that potty training a fifteen-year-old would be easier than a three-year-old but I guess I was wrong.” Laura was working the suit down her body and started pulling it off her legs.
 
 	“And look.” Her mother added, once the suit was past Laura’s waist. “You’re still not wearing a pull up like I told you. Did you change?”
 
 	“Yeah I guess.” Laura didn’t see the point in the question, she was now free of the dreaded frog suit.
 
 	“So you changed into another diaper instead of a pull up. And . . .” She grabbed Laura and inspected her diaper. “You’ve wet and messed in it as well. I don’t suppose those were both accidents by chance.”
 
 	“No they weren’t.” Laura remembered pooping on the way home; she imagined she must have peed then as well. “Well, I might’ve wet by accident, I don’t really remember it.”
 
 	“Thank you for being honest about that one at least.” Sighed her mother. But before she could say anything else, the door opened. Her father poked his head in.
 
 	“Honey, there’s a phone call for you.” He said.
 
 	“Okay, thank you. I’ll be there in a sec.” Then turning back to Laura, she said.
 
 	“You just sit right there until I come back.” She motioned to Laura’s desk chair. It was a practice in the Marshall house to have grounded children sit in a chair for a while before the parents came to talk to them or administer the punishment. Laura grabbed a t-shirt before she took her place to await her mother.
 
 	Laura’s mother didn’t return for some time. This left Laura sitting in her chair wearing nothing but a diaper and a shirt. With nothing to do, she just sat there and looked around the room for about a quarter of an hour. A feeling had slowly begun to creep up on her, one she knew quite well. Apparently, she hadn’t gotten it all out on the trip home and her belly was rumbling to let her know.  A few more minutes of wriggling and squirming hadn’t solved the problem.  With a sigh, she gave a push and filled the seat of her diaper even more. It was now very lumpy and not pleasant to sit on, but at least she was comfortable on the inside.
 
 	It was close to half an hour before Mrs. Marshall returned.  To Laura’s relief, she was still not accompanied by her father. She wore a tired, slightly frustrated expression, but there was no anger to be found on her face.
 
 	“Oh Laura, what are we going to do with you?” She asked rhetorically. Then addressing the youth in front of her, she continued. “That phone call was from Mrs. Stanley; apparently Eleanor let some secrets slip out. Now before I tell you, perhaps you could tell me what they are. If you’re honest, your punishment might be a little less severe.”
 
 	Now Laura was in a spot. Eleanor had let something slip to Mrs. Stanley who told Laura’s mother. But Laura didn’t know how much had been told. The thought of a lighter punishment was nice to hear, but she might get in even more trouble if she said some things that didn’t need to be said. If her mother already knows everything, then there’s nothing to lose. But if she only knows a little bit; telling it all could outweigh any lightened punishment. Laura’s mother had played this game before, occasionally she would find out more, just by acting as if she already knew the whole story. The hardest part is guessing what they knew about Eleanor. Gambling with her own fate was one thing, but if she got Eleanor in trouble and she wasn’t already; that would be terrible.
 
 	“Well, I went over to Ellie’s house. . .” Laura began, watching her mother’s expression closely.
 
 	“When I got there, I didn’t want to wear a pull up anymore, so I changed into a normal diaper.”
 
 	“Did you tell Eleanor about your potty-training like you were supposed to?” Her mother brought over another chair and sat down.
 
 	“Uh, no.” Laura decided to try to save her friend. Her mother’s expression didn’t budge.
 
 	“Okay, then what?” Prodded Laura’s mother.
 
 	“Then after a little while, we went to the park. After shopping around for a while, we met you.”
 
 	“What about when you got back?”
 
 	“We got all soaked by the rain so we had to change. I was gonna borrow some clothes, but Ellie wanted me to wear the frog suit.” Laura suddenly realized that she was at the end of her tale and hadn’t said anything that matched up with what her mother had said. Eleanor had said something, given away a secret, but which one?
 
 	“And that’s it?” Her mother sounded content with the story.
 
 	“No actually. See, the reason she made me wear the frog suit was because I tricked her.” Laura cringed inside, hoping this wouldn’t get Eleanor in trouble.
 
 	“How did you trick her?”
 
 	“When we were out shopping, she needed to change and I told her I only had the normal diapers- Oh! I forgot to mention that she’s wearing diapers now, she asked her mother before we left.” Laura looked again to see if this had any effect on her mother. Seeing no signs in her expression whatsoever, she continued her tale.
 
 	“Anyway, I had packed the pull ups, but she didn’t want to wear the normal diapers, something about them being to crinkly or whatever. I wanted her to try one at least so I told her that’s all I had. When we got home, she found out and got mad about it. Then she made me wear the frog suit because she knows I hate green and frogs.”
 
 	“Is that it?” Laura’s mother hesitated to see if there was more.
 
 	“That’s it.” Laura hoped she hadn’t told to much or too little.
 
 	“There isn’t anything else is there?” This was her last chance.
 
 	“Uh, no.”
 
 	“So why lie even more then?” Her mother looked sternly at her. Laura knew she hadn’t told everything her mother knew.
 
 	“I’m sorry . . .”
 
 	“It would have just been better to tell the truth Laura. Mrs. Stanley told me that Eleanor had asked her about wearing diapers. At first, she said this had nothing to do with you; but then later, she accidentally revealed that she had known about your potty training. She had asked to wear diapers for as long as it took to potty train you.”  Laura’s mother paused for a second.
 
 	Laura said nothing.
 
 	“Now I had called Mrs. Stanley when I got home after meeting you two, so she knew what kind of trouble you were in. Mrs. Stanley ended up getting Eleanor to confess to deliberately lying to me when I talked to her in the park. She’s not my child so I have no authority to make her remind you or anything, but she is in trouble for lying and conspiring with you in her lies.”
 
 	Laura still remained silent.
 
 	“We’ve agreed that you two should not see each other for two days. I know you’ll see her at school; but you’re grounded from each other’s houses until Wednesday. You will also remain at home this weekend, no going out at all.”
 
 	“Yes Mom.” Laura sighed.
 
 	“That’s not all there is, you also continuously disobeyed me and have made this potty training very difficult. I warned you that if you kept it up, that I’d bring your father into this.”
 
 	Laura took in a little gasp and looked up pleadingly.
 
 	“I’ve already talked about this with him as well. You can either get your punishment right now, or tomorrow morning. What’s it gonna be?”
 
 	“I guess I’ll get it over with now.” Laura already had tears in her eyes.
 
 	“Alright then honey, but you need to be changed first.”
 
 	Laura didn’t say a word, but lay down on the changing mat in the middle of the floor. Her mother quickly un-taped the messy diaper and began wiping her. When she was clean, she was told to stand and was handed a pull up. She stepped into it and slid it up to her waist. Her mother held out a nightgown and asked if it was okay. Nodding approval, Laura removed her t-shirt before taking the creamy colored gown.  She quickly slipped it over her head, letting it fall to around her knees.
 
 	“Alright Laura, let’s go get your father.” Her mother grabbed her hand and led her toward the door. Laura was occasionally made to go to the parent for punishment. It was even more embarrassing to have to do it this way rather than have the parent come to her.
 At the entrance to the living room, Laura was given a gentle push toward her father. He was sitting in the easy chair and watching some cartoons with Cathy who was on the couch. As Laura approached, he looked up.
 
 	“Hi Laura.” He said in a monotone.”Anything you wish to say?”
 
 	“I’m uh . . . I’ll um . . . I’m gonna have my punishment tonight.” She hung her head as she spoke.
 
 	“Getting it over with right away eh?” He sat up and moved to the edge of his chair.
 
 	“Uh, yeah.” Laura gulped. She hoped her wouldn’t go into some long speech in front of Cathy before they went to her room.
 
 	“Alright then, bend over.” He patted his knee.
 
 	Laura gasped. “What? Right here?” Cathy looked up too.
 
 	“Yes, right here.” He enunciated each word distinctly.
 
 	Laura was already beginning to cry as she leaned over her father’s knee. Her gown was flipped up and her pull up was tugged down to her ankles.
 
 	“Now before I start, do you know why you’re being punished?” He asked.
 
 	“B-because I lied and-d d-disobeyed.” Laura began to sob heavily between syllables.
 
 	“That’s right Laura, you disobeyed your mother and you disobeyed me. You also lied to your mother, deceived Mrs. Stanley and influenced Eleanor to lie as well.” He kept his voice calm, but stern.
 
 	He then turned to his wife. “Did she tell you the truth honey?”
 
 	“No. I gave her the chance to admit everything, but she wouldn’t.” Her mother let out a big sigh.
 
 	Her father waited a few seconds before he started. Laura let out a loud yelp as the first swat landed on her backside. She was crying heavily as four more were delivered. She began to kick as she received another five hard smacks.  She was howling as the spanking halted.
 
 	“And these are for the lies you just told upstairs.”
 
 	Five more strikes fell heavily on her rear and she wailed even louder as the connected. Finally, her training diaper was pulled back up and she was set on her feet. She continued to sob as her father gave her a light hug.
 
 	“Now Laura, you know I don’t like doing this. I love you and I want you to obey. Be a good girl and do as your parents tell you. Maybe we can avoid any future events like this one.”
 
 	“Y-y-yes Dad. I’m so-sorry” Laura choked between her tears.
 
 	“Come on Laura.” Her mother grabbed her hand and led her from the room. They stopped when they reached the top of the stairs.
 
 	“Would you like to try and use the toilet Laura?” Her mother asked gently and gestured to the bathroom door. Laura only sniffled and went in. She sat on the toilet and whimpered for a minute until she felt the familiar trickle. When she was done, she wiped herself and pulled the training diaper back up. After washing her hands and brushing her teeth, she had calmed down a little.
 
 	“Come one honey.” Her mother met her at the door. “You want me to tuck you in?”
 
 	“Sure.” She sighed heavily and wiped away some more tears.
 
 	Laura tossed herself down on the bed and rolled onto her back.
 
 	“Rats, I put you into a pull up didn’t I?” Her mother sighed to herself. “That won’t do for nighttime; let me change you real quick.”
 
 	 When this was done, her mother pulled the blankets up over her.  Before she left, she leaned down a kissed Laura on the forehead.
 
 	“I love you Laura, please don’t make it so you have to be punished again.”
 
 	“I won’t.” Laura sniffled. “I’m sorry Mom.”
 
 	“Goodnight sweetie.”
 
 	“Goodnight Mom.”
 
 	Laura had calmed down by now and was no longer crying, but her behind still stung. She lay awake for a while, first feeling sorry for herself, then beginning to think about things. Why had she been so stupid? Why didn’t she just do as she was told? She found that she just got caught up in what she was doing and didn’t think about things until it was too late. That was something Cathy didn’t do; her sister always seemed to think things through.  This wasn’t actually the case, Laura just didn’t pay much attention to Cathy most of the time. However, whenever Laura did was in trouble, she ended up wishing to be like Cathy.
 
 
 				Consequences Part Two.
 
 	Eleanor’s mother came into the room about fifteen minutes later. Eleanor was pacing the length of her room when the door opened. She stopped in the middle of the room and faced her mother.
 
 	“Just so you know, was on the phone with Mrs. Marshall again. She was very interested to hear all about this.”
 
 	Eleanor only forced a fake chuckle.
 
 	“I advised her not to punish Laura extra on account of your involvement. She said Laura was already in trouble enough though. You on the other hand . . .” She pointed directly at Eleanor. “You’re in your own amount of trouble.”
 
 	Eleanor remained silent.
 
 	“Mrs. Marshall and I agreed that the two of you should not see each other for two days. School is an exception, but I want you to head home right after you’re done. Understood?”
 
 	“Yes Ma’am.”
 
 	“Also, you will be punished for lying and willful disobedience. I know Mrs. Marshall isn’t your parent; but to knowingly disobey her is wrong and you know it. Hiding it and trying to cover it up with lies is even worse.” Her mother kept her voice low but firm.
 
 	“I know Mom.”
 
 	“I know you know, Eleanor; that’s what makes it so bad.” Her mother began to sound a little frustrated.”You’ve been trained better than this. Now here are you options; either you get a spanking, or you’ll be grounded for the rest of the week instead of just the next two days.”
 
 	Eleanor was a little shocked. She hadn’t gotten a spanking in a long time. Only her little brothers got spanked and that was only if they did something really bad. However, Eleanor knew that if she accepted the spanking, it would be over with right then and there. Plus, she had a trick up her sleeve.
 
 	“I’ll uh, take the spanking. Better get it out of the way as soon as possible right?” She tried to force a bit of a smile.
 
 	“Are you sure?” Her mother raised an eyebrow. “You know you’ll still be grounded for the next two days.”
 
 	“Yes I’m sure, I know.” She said calmly.
 
 	“Alright.” Her mother walked over to the dresser. “Come here.” Eleanor obeyed.
 
 	“You should remember what to do; bend over.” Her mother commanded.
 
 	Eleanor bent over and put her hands on the edge of the dresser to brace herself. It felt like ages had passed since she last had to do this. It was close to a year since her last spanking, but it felt a lot longer. Her mother put one hand on her shoulder and brought down a hard swat with the other. Eleanor looked up when she didn’t feel any more.
 
 	“What’s this?” Her mother questioned. Then patting Eleanor on the backside, she remembered the presence of a diaper. “This will have to go.”
 
 	Eleanor muttered something under her breath. She was hoping that her mother wouldn’t notice the diaper. It was excellent protection for spankings.
 
 	“I forgot you were wearing a diaper, honey. You know you can’t wear it while I spank you though.” Her mother gave Eleanor a look that let her know she’d seen through the plan. Before she could say anything, her mother had tugged her shorts down.
 “And it seems you’re wet too.” Her mother had to keep herself from laughing a little when she got a hold of the diaper.
 
 	“You said I could wear them!” Eleanor got defensive.
 
 	“Indeed I did, do you have one to change into?”
 
 	“I think there’s some in the closet.” Eleanor looked over her should toward the closet.
 
 	“Okay then.” Her mother ripped the tapes off and removed the diaper. Spotting some wipes, she grabbed them and pulled one out.
 
 	“Do you mind Ellie, or would you like to do it yourself?” She held out the wipe.
 
 	“I’ll do it.” Eleanor snatched the wiped and cleaned herself. She quickly pulled her shorts back up before tossing the wipe in the trash along with the diaper.
 
 	“Okay then, let’s try this again. Bend over please.”  Her mother motioned to the dresser.
 
 	Eleanor went to her dresser and leaned over, grasping the edge to brace herself. Her mother put a hand on her shoulder again and began. Eleanor managed to keep herself from shouting when she felt the first three quick swats. Seven more followed and by the time there were done, she was whimpering and tearful. The spanking hurt a lot more than she remembered. It wasn’t until she stood up that she really began to cry. Not only from the pain, but from the humiliation as well; she was always ashamed to be spanked. Even if other kids were spanked too, she felt like she was the only one and that everyone was watching.
 “You know why I had to do this Eleanor.” Her mother always made sure to inform the child of the reason for their punishment.
 
 	“I know Mom, I’m sorry.” She sobbed.
 
 	“Sorry isn’t enough honey, that’s why I had to spank you.” She kept her voice calm and soothing, but not sympathetic.
 
 	“I know.” Eleanor couldn’t think of anything else to say.
 
 	“Okay then honey, go wash up and use the bathroom, then get right in bed.” She stopped for a moment, and then spoke again.
 
 	“Were you going to put on another diaper or what?”
 
 	“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” Eleanor replied a little hesitantly.
 
 	“Oh, okay. I assume you’re going to do it yourself.”
 
 	“Yeah, why?” Eleanor looked questioningly at her mother.
 
 	“Just wondering. You don’t want any help with it, do you?” Her mother offered.
 
 	“Um . . . no.” She replied rather flatly.
 
 	“Okay then, wash up quickly and get in bed. You have school tomorrow.” Her mother left the room.
 
 	Eleanor collected some things and headed to the bathroom. After she showered and brushed her teeth, she wrapped up in a towel and went back to her room. For whatever reason, she didn’t feel like changing in the bathroom. Once in her bedroom, she dropped everything and went immediately to the closet. Checking inside, she found the package of diapers that were stored there for Laura. For a minute, she thought about just wearing regular underwear to bed. Laura had left a few training diapers there, but Eleanor had mentally reserved those for school tomorrow. Eventually she made up her mind and unfolded a diaper on the floor. Sitting on it, she pulled the front up and taped it into place. Once diapered, she got up and went over to her dresser. She pulled out some loose-fitting pajama shorts and a top to match. They were plain white with very pale pink cuffs, collars, and waistbands.
 
 	Once she was clothed, she jumped into bed and pulled the covers up. Her mother poked her head in later to say goodnight. The diaper was very comfortable; Eleanor enjoyed the bulk that forced her legs apart. She thought about how Laura got to experience this all the time. Then she began thinking of bedwetting. She kind of liked wetting in a diaper, but was scared at the thought of not being able to control it. Eventually, her mind stopped wandering and she drifted off to sleep.
 
 
 					School.
 
 	The two girls met up outside their school and talked as they walked to class. Despite being grounded, Eleanor had gotten permission to go by the store on her way home to buy more diapers.
 
 	“Are you wearing a diaper today, Ellie?” Laura whispered.
 
 	“Yup.” Her friend grinned and pull the front of her blue jeans down an inch.
 
 	“Only a pull up?” Laura asked, rather disappointed that she wasn’t wearing a normal diaper.
 
 	“Yeah, jeans don’t really hide diapers very well.”
 
 	“They hide them better than most pants.” Laura retorted. “Did you bring any more to change into?”
 
 	Eleanor patted her backpack to answer.
 
 	The two of them were in the same class for the beginning of the day. They only separated to take their seats. However, the teacher caught Laura at the door and pulled her aside.
 
 	“What is it?” Laura asked, hoping she hadn’t forgotten an assignment.
 
 	“You’re mother called me yesterday and informed me of your ‘training.’ I’m to remind you to use the toilet from time to time. I imagine the other teachers might as well.”
 
 	 “Yes Ma’am.” Laura said dutifully. It was occasionally a problem that her mother knew her teachers closely. The teachers probably wouldn’t bother going to the trouble with other kids.
 
 	It turned out that Laura didn’t have to use the bathroom during her first class. Her next teacher said roughly the same thing when Laura walked in. However, she did have to go during the class. When she asked to be excused, some of the other students started murmuring. Given that she had always worn diapers, she never needed to be excused. If she had to change, she’d do it between classes.
 
 	She just barely made it to the bathroom in time. As she peed, she was very conscious of how loud it was in the bathroom. After wiping herself and pulling both her training diaper and her skirt into place, she exited the stall and noticed another of her friends in the bathroom.
 
 	“Hi Laura.” Her friend greeted. “Wait a sec, were you just using the toilet?”
 
 	“Um, hi Emily. Yeah, I was.” Laura said shyly.
 
 	“I thought you wore diapers, right?” Emily asked.
 
 	“I do.” Laura was reluctant to answer the inevitable questions.
 
 	“So um, why did you use the toilet?”
 
 	“Because my Mom is making be get potty trained.” Laura sighed.
 
 	“Wow.” She laughed. “I didn’t think you’d ever stop wearing diapers. Oh well, you gotta grow up sometime.”
 
 	“Yeah . . .” Laura mumbled as her friend left the bathroom.
 
 	Eleanor and Laura met up at lunch, where they had a bit more time to talk. No one else was sitting with them so they could talk about more private matters.
 
 	“So, you’re grounded too I assume.” Eleanor started.
 
 	“Yup.” Laura sighed angrily.”Grounded for the next two days as well as this weekend.”
 
 	“Ouch, that’s harsh. I’m grounded until Wednesday also. I almost got grounded until this weekend but . . .” She trailed off.
 
 	“But what?”
 
 	“But uh . . . I got a spanking instead.” She lowered her voice considerably.
 
 	“Lucky you, you didn’t get both.” Grumbled Laura as she took another bite of her sandwich.
 
 	“You got spanked too?” Eleanor was a little amazed. She didn’t think Laura was in that much trouble.
 
 	“Yeah, and you know what, my Dad did it.”
 
 	“I guess it’s a lot worse when he does it.” Eleanor agreed.
 
 	“Not just that, but they made me go downstairs and ask him for it. Instead of going to my room, he spanked me right in the living room; in front of Cathy too.” Moaned Laura sadly.
 
 	“Man that sucks . . .” Eleanor tried to console her friend.
 
 	After Lunch break, they parted ways. It wasn’t until near the end of her third class that Eleanor had to go. For a few minutes, she only squirmed a little and pondered whether she should just use the bathroom or not. She was very scared that someone would notice her.  Eventually, she convinced herself that no one would pay any attention to her. She forced herself to relax; after a few seconds, she could feel the warm trickle. To her ears, the tiny hiss was a raging waterfall, but it was only barely audible. It came to her attention, after she had finished, that the feeling of wetness was much greater in the training diapers than it was in the normal tape-up kind. She found that she preferred the absorbency of the normal diapers, despite the fact that they were bigger and more crinkly. Regardless, she decided not to change at the moment.
 
 	She bumped into Laura in the hall as they were both on their way to their last class.
 
 	“Man, these pull ups feel really wet.” She spoke her observations to her friend.
 
 	“So change them.” Laura said bluntly, grabbing some books from her locker.
 
 	“Well, you wouldn’t happen to have any of the big diapers would you?” Eleanor whispered.
 
 	“No, all I’ve got are these stupid pull ups.”
 
 	“Darn, oh well.” Eleanor shrugged and walked away.
 
 	Her last class was also her least favorite. Mainly it was because her teacher was pretty mean. He wasn’t actively mean, he just had rough, blunt, and often sarcastic manners. Eleanor just didn’t like him very much. Because of that, she never liked asking questions in his class. She never liked being called to demonstrate something on the board because if she messed up, he’d often use her as an example or make a big deal about it. Again, he didn’t try to be mean, but his methods would often cause great embarrassment.
 The class had only just started when Eleanor’s belly rumbled. Slowly it began to grumble and churn more frequently. She knew what it meant but hoped it would wait until class was finished. Throughout the class, she was thinking more about when and where she should go instead of the lesson. She really didn’t want to mess her diaper in public, but she still wanted to do it. Her first idea was to go to the school bathroom and go in her diaper there; then she could change quickly or leave for a more private location. However, if she waited until school was finished, she could go to the store and get some “real” diapers to change into. There was also the option to just use the bathroom normally. But she was trying to convince herself that it would be a missed opportunity if she didn’t use her diaper. Time passed as she pondered her options, eventually she decided to wait until after school as that seemed the best. As the time passed, however, her need to go increased as well. Eventually, she realized her chances of waiting until after school her slim to none. By now, she was getting quite desperate so she decided to go to the bathroom to do it.
 
 	“Mr. Stevens, may I please be excused. I need to use the restroom?” Eleanor stood up as she spoke. Her stomach churned even more as she did so.
 
 	“Eleanor.” He said, shaking his head. “Class is over in three minutes. If you leave now, I’ll be done before you get back. Please just wait until I’m finished.”
 
 	No, she could not wait until then. Just after she stood up, her body surrendered to the pressure. The entire time Mr. Stevens was speaking, a large mess was making its way into the back of her diaper. She froze in horror and tried to remain as normal as possible.  Her diaper was slowly being filled even after her teacher had stopped.
 
 	“Eleanor?” He turned to look at her when she didn’t answer. “You may sit down now.”
 
 	“Uh, yes Mr. Stevens.” She said hastily.
 
 	As she bent to sit, the last of the mess oozed out. All of it was squished when she made contact with the chair. Eleanor cringed as the whole load was flattened by her weight and pressed against her backside. She looked around anxiously to see if anyone was staring, but all the students were either looking toward the front or looking down at their desks.
 The next three minutes felt like an hour to Eleanor. The entire time, she was worried that someone might have noticed or that someone would notice. The seconds ticked slowly by while she sat in her soiled diaper. When the bell rang, all the kids jumped up and ran for the door. Eleanor was the last to leave, with the exception of the teacher; not wanting anyone behind her for fear they might somehow discover her secret. Quickly depositing her books in her locker, she hurried to the bathroom. Upon reaching the door, she found it heavily populated and therefore not private enough for her to change in safety. Eleanor decided to walk home, dreading the two-mile walk. Normally this was just a short distance, but with a sticky mess being smeared around with every step, it felt like ten times the distance.
 
 
 				On the Way Home.
 
 	She was only a little way down the road when Laura caught up with her.
 
 	“Hey Ellie.” Panted her friend cheerfully as she came along side her.
 
 	“Hey Lo.” She replied much less cheerfully.
 
 	“It would’ve been nice if you waited for me.”
 
 	“Oh, sorry. I gotta hurry home and change.”
 
 	“I thought you were going to the store first?” Laura said, puzzled.
 
 	Eleanor stopped. “Oh that’s right, dang.”
 
 	“What’s the big deal? The pharmacy is only a couple stores down the street.”
 
 	“The big deal is that I really need to change.” Sighed Eleanor with a bit of frustration.
 
 	“Why didn’t you just change at school? Are you really that soaked?”
 
 	“I couldn’t change at school. There were too many people there.” Eleanor reasoned.
 “Also, I’m not just wet . . .”
 
 	Laura raised an eyebrow. “So you went number two then?”
 
 	“Duh.” Eleanor was a little embarrassed.
 
 	Laura stepped back and inspected her friend.” Hmm, I guess you are kinda walking funny.”
 
 	“Really? Is it that obvious?”
 
 	“Nah, I’m kidding.” She gave her friend a playful punch in the arm.
 
 	Eleanor only returned with a serious look of disapproval.
 
 	“So are we gonna go by the store or what?”
 
 	“I guess so. I’ll just change in the bathrooms there.” Eleanor resumed walking.
 
 	They entered the store together and looked around for a couple minutes. Despite wanting to get finished quickly, Eleanor didn’t want to seem like diapers were the only thing she was there for. She hoped that the cashier would assume they were for someone else. When they finally made their way to the diaper aisle, Laura pointed out the brand and size that she always got. Eleanor grabbed a large package and headed for the register.
 
 	“I guess you’re not afraid to buy them.” Laura teased.
 
 	“My Mom said if I wanted them, I had to get them myself. Well, actually, she wasn’t planning on going out today and didn’t want to make a special trip when I was gonna be near the store anyway. I am a little scared though.” She admitted with a sheepish grin.
 
 	“Aw, don’t worry about it. They’ll probably think it’s for someone else in your family.”
 
 	“I hope you’re right.” It was to her advantage that Eleanor’s family never shopped at this pharmacy; otherwise, the cashier would immediately know that there weren’t any other girls in her family. Eleanor grabbed a candy bar as well and tried to avoid eye contact with the lady at the register.
 
 	“I’ll be right back.” Laura said suddenly as she started walking away. “Wait for me at the door, would ya?”
 
 	Eleanor finished making her purchases and walked over to the door to wait for her friend. She really wanted to go to the restrooms to change, but knew that if she did, it would be obvious that the diapers were for her. Maybe if Laura held onto her bag, she could sneak a diaper into her backpack and then go change. Glancing around, she noted nervously that there were plenty of people in the store. She was pretending to browse the magazine rack and wishing Laura would hurry when she heard a familiar voice.
 
 	“Hey Eleanor.”
 
 	She turned around quickly and stepped in front of her bag. “Oh, hi Emily.”
 
 	“What’s up?”
 
 	“Oh uh, not much.” She stammered a little, hoping Emily wouldn’t notice the bag.
 
 	“I’m just here to pick up some herbs and stuff for my Mom. She’s got a pretty bad cold.”
 
 	“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
 
 	“By the way, I met Laura in the restroom today at school. Did you know? She’s getting potty trained. Isn’t that crazy? She was using the bathroom and everything.” Emily gushed all at once.
 
 	“Yeah, I know, she told me yesterday.” Eleanor was a bit relieved that the conversation didn’t involve her.
 
 	“Yeah, I never thought she- wait a sec, what’cha got in the bag?” Emily leaned down a little.
 
 	“Uh, nothing. Just some stuff for uh-”
 
 	“Diapers!?” Emily exclaimed. Eleanor could have sworn she had said it so everyone in the store could hear. She also silently cursed plastic bags for their transparency.
 
 	“I . . . uh.” She stammered.
 
 	“Wait.” Emily gasped. “Are those for you?” She teased with a playful grin.
 
 	Eleanor hung her head. “I guess you’d probably find out sooner or later.” She forced a chuckle.
 
 	Emily couldn’t speak for a second. “I was just joking, I- er. . .  You wear diapers? But I thought-“
 
 	“I only just started and I’m only wearing them for a little while. I just wanna try them out.” Eleanor tried to keep her composure.
 
 	“Wow, that’s um . . . cool?” Emily stifled her laugh.
 
 	“Please don’t tell anyone.” Eleanor begged, her lip quivering a little. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
 
 	She stepped forward and threw her arm around Eleanor. “It’s okay.”
 
 	Eleanor looked at her friend and smiled. She leaned to pick up her bag.
 
 	“You’re not wearing one right now are you?” Emily teased. “Let me check baby’s diaper.” She began to laugh as she quickly grabbed the back of Eleanor’s pants and pulled them out. Her laughter stopped when she was greeted not only by a diaper, but by a smelly brown mess as well.
 
 	“Oh my god!” She gasped and put her hands over her mouth. “You are wearing one and you pooped in it too!” Emily then burst into laughter again.
 
 	“Hey Emily, what are you guys-?” Laura stopped when she saw Eleanor’s face full of panic. In a flash, Eleanor bolted for the door with her bag and kept on running.
 
 	“Wait!” Laura ran out after her but Eleanor had already gained a great distance and wasn’t stopping. She gave up chase in the middle of the parking lot.
 
 	Emily ran up behind her. “What on earth?”
 
 	Laura was completely confused. “What happened? Why’d she run away?”
 
 	“Oh no.” Emily gasped. “I didn’t think. . .”
 
 	“Think what?”
 
 	Emily sighed, realizing she’d upset Eleanor. “I guess I’d better go apologize.”
 
 	“About what!?” Laura was getting annoyed and raised her voice a little.
 
 	“Oh, uh.” She had forgotten about Laura for a minute. “Come on, I’ll explain everything.”
 
 	“Hey wait a sec!” Laura started following her back into the store. “I thought you just said you were gonna go apologize or something.”
 
 	“I am, but I still need to get what I came here for. I’ll tell you on the way home.”
 
 	Laura followed as Emily made her way around the store, collecting various items. She rung up her items and they left the store, heading for Eleanor’s house. Emily began to convey the whole thing, starting from when she entered the store.
 
 	“. . . That’s when I saw the bag.” She explained. “I asked her what was in it and she got all defensive. But I could see through the plastic that it was a package of diapers. Did you know she’s wearing diapers now?”
 
 	“Yeah I know, she just started yesterday.”
 
 	“Man, I must’ve missed something. First, you’re gonna stop wearing diapers, then she starts wearing them.” Emily shook her head. Then she continued telling about her questioning and Eleanor’s admittance.
 
 	“I didn’t really believe it. I thought the diapers were for you or something, but I played along anyway. Then she bent over to pick up the bag; I figured I’d just mess with her a little.” Emily related.
 
 	“What did you do?”
 
 	“I pretended like I was checking the back of a baby’s diaper. I knew she’d probably get mad if I did, but I certainly didn’t expect what I found.”
 
 	“Which was . . .?” Laura prodded.
 
 	“Laura, I swear this is the truth. I looked down the back of her pants and saw a diaper. It wasn’t just a diaper though, it was a poopy one. When I saw that, I couldn’t help but laugh.” Emily confessed.
 
 	Laura remained silent.
 
 	“That’s when you showed up and she took off running. I hope she’s okay; I hope I didn’t make her mad or anything.” They were getting close to Eleanor’s house at this point.
 
 	“You probably did, she’s super afraid that someone will find out.” Laura explained.
 
 	Emily let out a big sigh. “I couldn’t help myself. It’s just that I’d never in my life expect her to wear a diaper, let alone go in it.”
 
 	They were now standing in front of Eleanor’s house. Emily stopped, but Laura kept on walking.
 
 	“I’d go in with you, but I’m grounded for two days. I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” Laura said as she passed Emily.
 
 	“Alright then, see ya.”
 
 	“Oh, one more thing Emily.” Laura turned around. “Please don’t tell anyone about Eleanor.”
 
 	“Okay, I won’t.”
 
 
 					Eleanor’s Shame.
 
 	The tears had only started filling her eyes at first, but as soon as she made it out the door, they began to flow in torrents. She kept running as she rounded the corner at the end of the street and only slowed down when she was completely out of sight. Eleanor stopped for a moment to see if she was followed, but once she confirmed that they weren’t coming after her, she started walking home. In her haste to escape, she was able to ignore her diaper, but as she walked, the mess became more and more uncomfortable. Half a mile later, she felt the need to pee again; her training prevented her from simply letting it go, so she kept on walking.  She was rounding the bend onto her street when she could hold it no longer. Eleanor stopped walking and glanced around as she relaxed. There were people around, but no one was paying any attention to her as she felt the warmth stream into her diaper. As it subsided, she was suddenly aware of wetness, but not where it should be. The training diaper had leaked. Quickly she looked down and started feeling around her diaper area. Sure enough, there was moisture on the inner legs of her jeans. In her panic, she tried pressing her legs together, but that only squeezed more liquid out. Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes as she resumed a hurried pace toward her house. The closer she got, the faster the tears came and the faster she ran until she was sprinting down the walk to her front door.
 
 	Bursting into the house, she ignored the surprised inquiry from her mother as she fled to her room.  Forgetting the wetness of her pants, she dropped her bag and flung herself onto the bed, sobbing into her pillow. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before there was a knock at her door.
 
 	“Eleanor? Are you alright?” Her mother was genuinely worried.
 
 	No response.
 
 	“Eleanor?” Her mother called again.
 
 	“I’m coming in, Eleanor.”
 
 	“What’s the matter honey?” Her mother asked as she closed the door behind her. Eleanor only kept sobbing into her pillow. Her mother rubbed her back and soothed.
 “It’s okay baby. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me anything.” Eleanor slowly lifted her head, then rolled over and sat up with her legs pulled up close to her chest. Just then, her mother noticed the wet spots on her jeans.
 
 	“What happened to your pants?” She asked softly, but Eleanor only burst into tears again. Realizing this was a mistake, Mrs. Stanely scooped her daughter up in her arms and rocked back and forth slowly. She sat on the bed with Eleanor on her lap as the young girl's crying slowed.
 
 	After a long silence, her mother spoke. “You want to talk about it?” She had noticed the smell of diaper by now and had drawn some conclusions.
 
 	“Yeah. . .” Eleanor sniffled a bit.
 
 	Mrs. Stanley waited patiently for her to begin.
 
 	“Well, I was at school.” She began slowly. “And I had to go the bathroom so you know. . .”
 
 	“I don’t know actually, I can guess though.” Her mother prodded.
 
 	Eleanor sighed; it was greatly embarrassing to discuss this with her mother.
 
 	“I had to go, uh . . . number two, and . . .” She trailed off again.
 
 	“Eleanor.” Her mother began solemnly. “I understand you’re embarrassed about this, but remember that I love you no matter what you do. Even if you’re scared to tell me, I’ll still listen.”
 
 	This cheered Eleanor up and gave her some confidence.
 
 	“Okay Mom.” She paused to gather courage. “Please don’t think I’m crazy or weird, but here goes. It was my last class and I had to go number two. I kinda wanted to use the bathroom, but I also kinda wanted to try going . . . uh, in a diaper.” She looked up at her mother to gauge her reaction but her mother only smiled back reassuringly.
 
 	“Anyway, I asked to be excused, but Mr. Stevens wouldn’t let me because the class was almost over. But I couldn’t hold it anymore and pooped my pants right in class.” She began to sob a little bit.
 
 	“It’s okay honey, accidents happen. But that’s why you wanted to wear diapers right? To use them?”
 
 	 “Well kinda. I mean, that’s not really the bad part.” She wiped her nose on her sleeve. “It was a nasty mess but I couldn’t change in the school bathrooms ‘cause there were too many people. So I started heading home but Laura caught up. I know we’re grounded, but we talked a little bit anyway. She reminded me about getting diapers at the store ‘cause I told her about it at lunch.” She spoke everything very quickly as she often did when she was nervously retelling a story.
 
 	“Well I went to the store and got the diapers, I was gonna change there, but I was waiting for Laura to get back. She went off somewhere in the store while I was paying. While I was waiting, Emily Johnson walked in and started talking to me. She saw my bag with the diapers and I had to tell her I was gonna wear them. I meant to keep it a secret but I know she wouldn’t believe me.” Eleanor’s voice started to quiver a little at this point.
 “Then when I leaned over to grab my bag, she pulled my pants out and saw my messy diaper!”
 	She was crying again now.
 
 	“She started laughing and I . . . I didn’t know what to do so I ran home.”
 
 	“There there honey, it’ll be alright.” Her mother tried to sooth, but Eleanor was all worked up.
 
 	“I got away from them and walked home. But I . . . I was almost home when I peed again and it started leaking. That’s what’s wrong with my pants! I peed in them!”
 
 	“Oh you poor thing.” Mrs. Stanley held her daughter closer.
 
 	“I know that-“Eleanor began again, but started sobbing. “I know Emily didn’t mean to do it, she was just playing around. I don’t even think she believed the diapers were for me. But then she saw me- my diaper and . . .” Another short torrent of tears occurred.
 
 	“Come on honey, let’s get you cleaned up.” Her mother patted her on the back and stood up.
 
 	Eleanor wearily got up as well.
 
 	“You don’t have to Mom, I’ll do it myself.” She sighed deeply.
 
 	“Not when my little girl is so obviously distressed. Besides, I haven’t gotten to change you in years.” She teased playfully, and then lowered to a serious tone. “Unless you really don’t want me to do it, then I’ll leave.”
 
 	Eleanor looked at her mother for a minute, then gave in. Right about then, she didn’t feel like doing much of anything. It might be nice to rely entirely on her mother again.
 
 	“Alright Mom.” Eleanor said slowly.
 
 	Her mother had already laid out the changing mat and collected the box of wipes from Laura’s stash. She patted the mat and Eleanor sheepishly sat down on it.
 
 	“First, let’s get these wet pants off of you.” Mrs. Stanley guided her to lay back before she began.
 
 	She started by removing Eleanor’s shoes, then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. After these were peeled away, she opened the box of wipes and got a couple out in preparation.
 
 	“You sure this is okay with you?” She asked as she moved toward the training diaper.
 
 	“Yeah.” Eleanor sighed.
 
 	Ripping the sides of the training diaper, she pulled the front away. Then Eleanor lifted as she pulled the whole thing out from under her. The wiping took a while as the mess had been thoroughly smeared around. After Eleanor was properly cleaned, her mother tore open the new package of diapers and unfolded one. Motioning for Eleanor to lift again, she slid the fresh diaper underneath. Eleanor lowered and her mother pulled the front into place and taped it securely.  Finally, Eleanor’s mother helped her to her feet.
 
 	“Thanks Mom.” Eleanor said quietly, giving her a hug.
 
 	“Remember honey, I’m always here to help. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?” Her mother asked worriedly.
 
 	“I’m fine; I think I’ll just do my homework.”  Eleanor put on a show of confidence to reassure her mother.
 
 	“Okay honey, I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Mrs. Stanley wasn’t entirely convinced, but she figured it was best to leave Eleanor alone for a while. She left and closed the door quietly behind her.
 
 	Eleanor, instead of bothering with pants, decided to just wrap up in a blanket and plod away at her homework.  This actually turned out better than expected; she simply used it as something to take her mind away from her troubles. For a while, she was able to work through her assignments rapidly. After about half an hour, there was a light knock at her door.
 
 	“Eleanor?” Her mother called softly.
 
 	“Yes Mom?” Eleanor sounded much more cheerful now, but there was still evidence in her voice that she was upset.
 
 	“Emily is downstairs and wants to talk to you. What should I tell her?”
 
 	“She can come up and talk with me in here.”  Eleanor wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to Emily. On the one hand, she was still greatly embarrassed, on the other; she had some things she really wanted to tell to Emily
 
 	The door closed and a few seconds later, there was a second knock.
 
 	“Hey Eleanor? May I come in?” Emily asked timidly.
 
 	“Come on in.” Eleanor forced confidence into her voice. Emily came in slowly and shut the door softly behind her. Eleanor attempted to continue working at her books. There was silence for a few seconds until Emily spoke.
 
 	“Um, I’m sorry?” She said softly.
 
 	“It’s okay.” Eleanor said. Despite the fact that she knew Emily should apologize, she really just wanted to put it all behind her.
 
 	“Look, Eleanor . . .” She began. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s none of my business what you do. Anyway, I know what I did was wrong-“
 
 	“Wait, Emily . . .” Eleanor began.
 
 	“Let me finish first.” Emily spoke up quickly. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, so I won’t. Laura talked with me and I promise not to tell anyone. I shouldn’t have uh . . . pulled your pants out; that was very wrong of me.” Emily hung her head as she finished.
 
 	“You’re right though, that was wrong. Everything else wasn’t your fault; it was mine. I couldn’t have been embarrassed if I wasn’t wearing a diaper.” Eleanor explained.
 
 	“I just wanted to know if there was any way to make it up to you.” Emily said hesitantly.
 
 	“You don’t have to, I forgive you. The only thing I ask is that you don’t tell anyone. But you already said that so . . .” Eleanor smiled.
 
 	“Okay, I guess I’ll be going now.  I’ll let you get your work done.” Emily started to move toward the door.
 
 	“Emily, wait a sec.” Eleanor turned around in her chair.
 
 	“What is it?”
 
 	“Well I just want to explain this a bit better. I don’t want you thinking I’m some complete weirdo. I guess I kinda am one anyway.” She chuckled a bit.
 
 	“I’ve known Laura for my whole life, she’s always worn diapers. I always wanted to try them, but was too scared. Now I finally got guts to ask my Mom and she said it was okay. I’m not gonna be wearing diapers forever, probably only for a week or so. As you know, Laura isn’t gonna be wearing them anymore so I figured it was my last chance to try. I know it’s really weird, but I kinda like them. Everyone at school will probably find out somehow; I’m really scared of that happening, but I still want to try anyway.” She let out a big sigh and then finished. “I don’t know why, but I like wearing them. I just hope you don’t think I’m perverted or something.”
 
 	Emily chuckled heartily. “It’s funny hearing you say that.”
 
 	“Huh?”
 
 	“It’s just that, you act like you’re so embarrassed, but you’re not. I’ve also known Laura for years. I also wanted to try wearing diapers; not all the time, but I just wanted to see what it’s like for a minute. But I’m too scared to do it. You’re very brave for actually going through with it, I don’t know any other girl in school who would dare to do such a thing.”
 
 	Eleanor was surprised that someone actually thought she was brave. She always figured herself to be too shy compared to other girls. “Well thanks,” She said, getting up.
 
 	“I re-.”
 
 	Suddenly she remembered she hadn’t been wearing any pants. The blanket fell to the floor before she could catch it and she was left standing in nothing but a T-shirt and diaper.
 
 	“Oh my gosh!” She gasped, snatching up the blanket quickly.
 
 	“Whoops.” Emily quickly turned around to give her friend some privacy.
 
 	Eleanor began to laugh. She dropped the blanket as she walked over to her dresser.
 
 	“Go ahead and look, I don’t care. Everyone sees each other in the pool, what difference does it make if I’m wearing a diaper?”
 
 	Emily turned around. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you actually look really cute in that.”
 
 	Eleanor grabbed a pair of baggy cargo shorts. “Thanks, but you might be the only one who thinks that.”
 
 	“Only one way to find out . . .” Emily teased with a smile.
 
 	Eleanor slid the shorts on and pushed the snap together. “And I don’t plan on trying it.” She remarked.
 
 	“I guess I better go, we’ve both got stuff to do.”
 
 	“Yeah, see ya later.” Eleanor waved across the room as she sat down.
 
 	Emily left, stopping at the front door to say goodbye to Mrs. Stanley.
 
 
 					Uncertainty.
 
 	Both girls spent most of their afternoon doing homework, each one wishing they could be together.  Laura had managed to use the toilet only once that day, during school. She had tried to get to the bathroom in the pharmacy, but ended up wetting as she opened the bathroom door. The rest of the day, she didn’t really pay attention and messed her diaper just before dinner.
 
 	Eleanor was just finishing her homework when she felt the need to pee. Despite the fact that her talk with Emily had reassured her and given her more courage, she made the choice that she should quit while she was ahead. Instead of risking further embarrassment, she went to the bathroom as usual. When she returned to her room, she replaced her diaper with regular underwear, deciding that she was finished with them. Her mother gave her a quizzical look when she came out of the bathroom later, but said nothing.
 
 	“Yes Mom, I used the bathroom.” Eleanor answered her mother’s unspoken question. “I guess I won’t wear diapers after all. It’s back to underwear for me.”
 
 	“Okay honey, it’s up to you.” Her mother said simply and walked away.
 
 	The next day passed without much event, Eleanor mentioned nothing about her choice to stop wearing diapers to Laura. School was back to normal for Eleanor, she was glad to no longer hide things or be weary around other people. Laura on the other hand, was not enjoying herself. She hadn’t managed to stay dry during her second class and it took a great deal of explaining to convince her teacher that it was an accident. Once again, Laura silently cursed how close her mother was with her teachers; they were almost like aunts or uncles whom she didn’t have any particular affection for.
 
 	Wednesday rolled around and despite the fact that the two girls were no longer grounded from each other’s houses, they didn’t spend much time together. Chores, homework, or some other obligation kept them busy for most of the day. Finally, they found time to sit on Laura’s back step and talk for a little while.
 
 	The sun set slowly and ignited the clouds in a crimson light as it descended. Both girls were enjoying the spectacle.
 
 	Laura sighed. “Well, potty training isn’t going very well. I keep forgetting all the time.”
 
 	“You get used to it, don’t worry.”
 
 	“That’s why I’m worrying. I don’t want to get used to it; I don’t want to be potty trained.” Laura sighed again. “So what about you? Are you enjoying your diapers?”
 
 	“I’m not wearing them.” Eleanor said bluntly.
 
 	“What? You’re not?” Laura looked over in surprise. “I thought you wanted to wear them. You even bought a whole package.”
 
 	“Well I do . . . but not really. I don’t know if . . . I don’t know anymore.” Eleanor ended in a sigh of frustration.
 
 	Both of them were silent for a time.
 
 	“I don’t know . . .” Eleanor began again. “I’m just too scared that I’ll be embarrassed again. I’m scared it won’t be someone like Emily who will keep a secret.”
 
 	“Well, if I were you, I’d be taking any chance I could get. The worst that could happen is everyone finds out and they make fun of you for a while.”  Laura pulled her knees up and propped her elbows on them.
 
 	“You say that like it’s nothing.” Eleanor rolled her eyes.
 
 	They heard the back door swing open.
 
 	“Dinner time, girls.”
 
 	They both got up to head inside; Laura’s mother caught her by the arm.
 
 	“Have you tried using the bathroom Laura?” She patted the front of the girl’s diaper. Finding it significantly more firm answered her question.
 
 	Laura chuckled nervously. “No uh, I forgot.”
 
 	Mrs. Marshall shook her head slowly. “Well don’t bother now, just wash up for dinner.”
 
 	Dinner was finished and the girl’s went to Laura’s room for a minute. Knowing it was a school night, Eleanor could only stay for a few more minutes.
 
 	“You wanna hang out tomorrow after school? Maybe if we don’t have a lot of homework, we could go out somewhere.” Laura started putting some of her things away as she spoke.
 
 	“Sure, sounds good to me.”
 
 	Laura came close and whispered. “You wanna maybe bring one of your bigger diapers for me?”
 
 	“That didn’t work out so well last time you know.” Eleanor lowered her voice.
 
 	“I know, but this time I’ll change out of it before we go home. I highly doubt Mom will bump into us like that again.”
 
 	“Well . . .” Eleanor hesitated. “We’ll see.” She said with an elusive smirk.
 
 	“Whatever.” Laura stuck her nose up and walked across the room.
 
 	“Yeah, you’ll be- Whoops!” Eleanor broke off mid-sentence with a loud gasp.
 
 	Laura turned around.
 
 	Eleanor was pinching her legs together. “I almost wet my pants.” She giggled as she regained her composure. “I was thinking about something else and . . .” She began to head toward the door.
 
 	“I bet it was diapers.” Laura teased. “Do you miss them already?”
 
 	“It might be . . .” She once again put on a mysterious air.
 
 	“Does this make you jealous?” Laura said, turning sideways. She bent a little at the waist. Eleanor watched for a few seconds as the back of Laura’s pants expanded slightly.
 
 	“You know what?”
 
 	“What?”
 
 	“I’m going home before you get in trouble again.” Eleanor opened the door.
 
 	Laura straightened. “Fine, see ya.” She spoke as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
 
 
 
 						Thursday.
 
 	During school the next day, Eleanor had to leave class to use the bathroom. It was then that she realized she actually kinda missed wearing a diaper. Most kids were grateful for an excuse to leave the classroom, but Eleanor knew it was better to hear the lessons. Plus, she didn’t like attention being drawn to her.
 
 	“So wait, your teachers are in on it?”
 
 	“Kinda . . .” Laura sighed.
 
 	“What do you mean?” Eleanor looked over at her friend as they walked home together.
 
 	“Well Mrs. Thornton, Mrs. Howard, and Mr. Trent only mentioned it once. Mrs. McNeal is a really close friend of my Mom; she keeps bothering me about it.” Laura explained.
 
 	“Oh, that stinks.”
 
 	Laura rolled her eyes. “It’s even worse ‘cause Mrs. McNeal is my second class. Yesterday I wet during her class and I knew she’d be able to tell if I lied. She asked me about it and I told her I tried to go before class, but the bathrooms were full.”
 
 	“Well, were they?”
 
 	“Yes actually, not that I waited around very long though. Anyway, she asked me after class and I had to tell her. It took forever to get her not to tell my Mom. “Laura finished with a sigh.
 
 	“You think you would’ve gotten in trouble?”
 
 	“I don’t know, probably not. But I’d have to explain the whole thing to Mom as well.” Grumbled the unhappy teenager.
 
 	They stopped first at Eleanor’s house; dropping off their stuff and asking her mother permission to go out together. She agreed that they could go, as long as Eleanor was home in time to get her homework done. Fortunately, they didn’t have very much that day; this was part of the reason they wanted to go in the first place. They had planned to go out beforehand, but it mostly depended on how much homework they were assigned. Eleanor exchanged her bag of homework for a large purse with supplies. They proceeded to Laura’s house and were granted permission under similar terms to what Mrs. Stanley had requested.
 
 	Laura changed into a pair of tight, blue pants with a grey pleated skirt over top. She kept her white t-shirt and finally packed her diaper bag to her mother’s approval. When this was done, they set off toward their destination.
 
 	After some discussion, they agreed upon eating out at “Maggie’s;” a small coffee shop. The shop was located a few blocks on the other side of the park. They would pass most of the stores that they liked to browse; this was perfectly fine by them.
 
 	“So did you bring . . . it?” Laura asked, referencing her request from the night before.
 
 	“Yup.” Eleanor patted her bag.
 
 	“Sweet, we can stop by the toy shop so I can uh . . . use the bathroom.”
 
 	“Right. . .” Eleanor said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
 
 	“What?” Laura asked innocently. “I really have to go; I don’t even know if I can make it in time.”
 
 	“Well actually . . .” Eleanor said seriously. “I have to go as well; I guess I’ll go in the jewelry store next to it.” They were nearing the stores and Eleanor knew they each only had one bathroom.
 
 	“Can you pass me a diaper then?”
 
 	“Sure.”
 
 	They both stopped walking for a moment to transfer a diaper from Eleanor’s purse to Laura’s bag. Parting ways, they each went into their chosen store and made for the bathrooms.
 
 	Laura was just inside the store when she couldn’t hold it any longer. Quickly she stepped aside and pretended to admire some toys while a stream of warm liquid soaked into her training diaper. She muttered disappointment to herself as she had planned to hold it until she had changed into the other diaper. When she was finished, she resumed her plan.
 
 	Once inside the bathroom, she quickly pulled her pants and skirt down and tore the sides of the training diaper. Throwing it away and wiping herself up, Laura slid the bigger diaper between her legs and taped it securely into place.
 
 	In the bathroom next door, Eleanor was arguing with herself. She had brought extra diapers, planning to use them herself. She didn’t really need to go at the moment, instead, she had come in so she could change into a diaper. But now that the moment had arrived, she was hesitant. After a minute of indecision, she convinced herself that her jeans would hide the diaper just fine and that it really didn’t matter if they did or not. For the two days she had gone without diapers, she already missed them. Slowly she was beginning to care less about possibly being caught and was focusing on how much she really wanted to wear a diaper again.
 
 	Finally making up her mind, she laid her changing mat on the ground. Taking off her shoes, she stood on it while she removed her pants and underwear. Going to her purse, she swapped her underwear for a diaper and unfolded it. Laying it on the mat, she sat down and pulled it between her legs. After it was taped into place, she stood up and pulled her pants back on. As she was putting her shoes back on, she noted that her pants were much tighter and the bulky diaper felt even more restricting. As she left the store and rejoined Laura, she found that her excitement and nervousness had brought the need to use the bathroom. She tried to just let it go, but couldn’t because they were walking.
 
 	“Man, it feels good to wear one of these again.” Laura was in high spirits.
 
 	“Sure does.” Eleanor agreed.
 
 	Laura looked over quizzically to see Eleanor grinning widely.
 
 	“What do you mean?” Laura stopped walking.
 
 	Eleanor stopped as well, looking around quickly; she pulled the waist of her pants down an inch. “This is what I mean.”
 
 	“Oh, so you decided to wear them again?” Laura raised an eyebrow.
 
 	“Yup.” Eleanor replied shortly. When they stopped walking, she found it easy to let go and was now wetting her diaper. Unlike the training diapers, these ones were much more absorbent. No sooner had the liquid entered the bulky garment then it soaked into the soft material, leaving only moisture and a bit of added bulkiness. Laura detected what was happening, but said nothing as they continued to the coffee shop.
 
 	Once seated, they both ordered their favorite caffeine-free iced coffee with a hint of French vanilla. Laura ordered a salad and Eleanor chose and open-faced sandwich. For a while, they enjoyed their meals quietly. When they were finished, they each paid for their own meal and then left. Slowly walking in the general direction of the park, they occasionally slowed or stopped to admire items in store windows. As they neared the park, they entered a colorful and teen-oriented clothing store.
 
 	“Spot anything you want?” Laura asked, walking in behind Eleanor.
 
 	“Of course!” She replied excitedly, but then changed to a more serious tone. “I don’t know if I’ll get anything though.”
 
 	“Yeah, me neither. Always fun to look though.”
 
 	They browsed for a few minutes, looking at various articles of clothing. After a short time, they decided to leave. Eleanor’s pace was a little quicker as they left the store. She had just begun to feel the need to go number two. Though she had made up her mind to not worry about what other people thought, she still didn’t want to be around them when she had to go. They weren’t too far down the sidewalk when Eleanor stopped and moved to the side.
 
 	“Gotta go?” Laura asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention to her friend.
 
 	“Yeah, hang on a sec.” Eleanor said in a hurry.
 
 	By the time she left the store, she was quite urgent to go. Even so, it took a bit of effort to complete the task. First, she stopped holding it in, when nothing happened she gave a gentle push.  Still nothing moved so she bent a little at the waist and pushed significantly harder. At this point, her body finally let abandoned its call to hold it in when not on a toilet. The mess slid out all at once, piling up heavily in the seat of her diaper. This sudden movement caught Eleanor off guard, causing her to let her bladder release right afterward.
 
 	“You done?” Laura asked with a smirk.
 
 	Eleanor straightened, gingerly feeling the back of her pants. “Yeah, I didn’t think it’d be so easy.” She chuckled at her mischievous deed.
 
 	Laura leaned closer and spoke quietly. “You already went once, right? You might want to change before you go again. It might leak you know.”
 
 	“I was thinking so, but not just yet.” She said absently as she tugged at the back of her jeans.
 
 	“Alright then, where d you wanna go next?”
 
 	“I dunno, let’s keep going toward the park.”
 
 	They had only taken a few steps toward their destination before Eleanor pulled her pants up tightly. She didn’t think much of the mess being pressed against her, but she preferred that to having it sag down and jostle around.
 
 	Their next stop was an electronics store. Together they perused to selection of cell phones, each wishing they could get one of the really nice ones. Both of their parents had decided they could have cell phones if they wanted, but they had to pay for it themselves. Their allowance alone wasn’t enough for anything fancy and babysitting or other tasks weren’t frequent enough to rely on. They both decided not to bother, especially considering how close they lived to each other.
 
 	“I’m gonna go change.” Eleanor mumbled as she walked toward the back of the store. She had just caught a scent from her diaper and didn’t want anyone else to notice.
 
 	She had to wait a minute for the bathroom, becoming more aware of her odor as each second passed. When the bathroom was empty, she hurried inside. Laying out her mat, she stepped out of her shoes and removed her jeans. Just as she was reaching for the tapes, she heard a knock at the door. She only hesitated for a moment, but looked to see the door handle turn and the door begin to swing inward. With a loud squeal, she flung herself against the door, slamming it shut.
 
 	“Someone’s in here! Sorry, I forgot to lock!” She said loudly, making sure to lock the door securely this time.
 
 	When no reply came, she resumed her previous mission. First untaping the diaper, she lowered slowly and set it aside. It was a chore to wipe as the mess had been smeared around considerably. When she was clean, she unfolded a diaper and pulled it between her legs, taping it firmly around her waist. After donning her pants and shoes once more, she took the messy diaper and dumped its contents into the toilet. Wrapping the wipes inside, she bundled it up and dropped it in the trashcan. Finally, she flushed the toilet, collected the rest of her things and washed her hands.
 
 	When she exited the bathroom, she found Laura standing there, holding her nose.
 
 	“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, hoping this wasn’t her fault.
 
 	It was.
 
 	“Thanks for smashing me with the door.” Laura mumbled sarcastically. “Now my nose is bleeding.”
 
 	“I am so sorry; I thought I locked the door. I freaked out when it started opening and . . .”
 
 	“You could try answering next time.” Laura pulled a tissue out of her bag and started dobbing it around her nose.
 
 	“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to think.”
 
 	“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. But ow, geez that hurts.” Laura winced again as she wiped up the last of the blood.
 
 	“You okay then?” Eleanor asked solemnly.
 
 	“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’mma change real quick and I guess we’ll head home.” Laura went into the bathroom.
 
 	This was done quickly and the two girls reunited outside of the electronics store. Laura’s rear no longer protruded as much; now even the short skirt could greatly conceal the bulge in her pants. Eleanor, however, crinkled noticeably, and the added bulk of her diaper was discernible to someone who might be looking for it. Fortunately for her, no one was.
 
 	They chatted happily about various subjects as they made their way home. Neither one of them was particularly looking forward to doing homework when they arrived, but it wasn’t much so they weren’t too bothered. Parting ways in front of Laura’s house, Eleanor kept walking toward her own home.
 
 	“Hi Mom!” Laura said cheerfully as she passed the kitchen.
 
 	“Hi Laura. Good thing you’re back, dinner will be ready soon.”
 
 	“Okay, I’m gonna go do my homework for a little bit.”
 
 	“Make sure to try and use the bathroom first.” Her mother called after her.
 
 	Laura yelled back a reluctant “Yes Mom,” as she reached the top of the stairs. She could feel a grumbling in her stomach that signaled she would need to go soon. However, she had been hoping to avoid being sent to the bathroom, instead wishing to use her diaper as usual.
 
 	After tossing her bag on her bed, she went back down the hall and entered the bathroom. Once seated on the toilet, she realized from the feelings in her abdomen that she wouldn’t have to wait very long. Indeed, only a minute or so passed before she could feel movement traveling downward. Using the toilet turned out to be much easier than using a diaper; the soft lump slid out easily and dropped into the water with a quiet plunk.  She also let out a soft trickle into the awaiting porcelain bowl. Clean up was much easier as well; the mess wasn’t pressed against her and as such, was not smeared around by walking or other movement. As she pulled the training diaper and her pants back into place, she found herself pleasantly surprised at how easy the whole thing had been.
 
 	When she was finished with the bathroom, she returned to her room and went right to work on her books.  She wasn’t completely finished by the time dinner was ready, but she guessed it wouldn’t take too much time afterward to complete.
 
 	Dinner was quiet except for Catherine complaining about her homework. When the meal was finished and the dishes washed and put away, both Laura and Cathy returned to their rooms. Laura found she was right in her previous assumption, only taking a little over half an hour before she had completed the assigned work. She was just about to leave when the door swung open.
 
 	“Cathy, what are you doing here?” Laura questioned.
 
 	“My pencil broke; can I use one of yours?”
 
 	Laura sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, here you go.”
 
 	“Thanks.” Cathy smiled, but didn’t add any enthusiasm to her reply.
 
 	“You know.” Laura’s words caught Cathy as she turned toward her room. “There are dozens of pencils downstairs, use those next time.”
 
 	Cathy had returned to her room, leaving Laura wondering what it was she had been doing before.
 
 	“She sure is an odd one.” Laura thought to herself. She sat down to think, Cathy almost never came to her to ask for things, she could only think of one other time she had wanted to use a pencil and that was last year. It caught her attention specifically because it coincided with the second of the only two occasions that Cathy had changed her diaper.
 
 
 
 				Another Little Flashback.
 
 	“Can I borrow a pencil?” Cathy asked, bursting into the room with no warning.
 
 	“Uh, yeah.” Laura said slowly, a little groggy from the medicine.
 
 	Without another word, Cathy disappeared, leaving Laura alone again. Like she had been doing for the entire day, she continued to lie in her bed. She got up and hobbled across the room once or twice, but her sprained ankle prevented her from going anywhere that she couldn’t hold onto something. Apart from the aching pain, and the visits to the doctor, it didn’t really bother her that much. Sure, it hurt a bunch, but if she lay still, it could be easily ignored. Plus she got special treats and didn’t have to go to school for a few days.
 
 	It was early evening; her mother had come in to check on her. Finding that she was wet, she proceeded change her. The only thing Laura had worn all day, other than a diaper, was her nightgown, which she hadn’t bothered to change out of.
 
 	“Lie back honey.” Her mother said gently.
 
 	Laura obeyed. Her nightgown was pulled up and she heard the tapes ripping on her diaper.
 
 	“Your Father and I would like to go out tonight, do you think you’ll be okay?” Her mother pulled the front of the diaper down. “We’ll only be gone for a couple hours.”
 
 	“Yeah, I guess.” Laura said absently, lifting her middle to allow her mother to pull the soggy diaper away.
 
 	“You guess?” Her mother’s tone was a bit more concerned as she began to wipe Laura’s diaper area. “If you want me around, we won’t go. I don’t want to leave you alone if you don’t want.”
 
 	Laura shook herself out of whatever daydream she had been in. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” She gave a reassuring smile.
 
 	“You sure?” Her mother asked. Giving her a pat on the side of the leg, she motioned for Laura to lift again, sliding a clean diaper underneath when she had done so. Laura could only really lift up on one side, not wanting to put pressure on her sprained ankle.
 
 	“Yeah Mom, I’m sure. I’ve been fine all day.” Laura left the crinkly bulk of a new diaper being pulled up between her legs.
 
 	Laura’s Mother pulled her nightgown down again and stood up. “Okay honey, we’ll be leaving in about fifteen minutes. Are you hungry?”
 
 	“Uh, no.” Laura said, sounding a little confused. She pointed to her side table where a tray was sitting with only a couple scraps of food left on it.
 
 	Her mother looked and then chuckled. “Dear me, I completely forgot. Sorry, I’ve been busy all day.”
 
 	Laura laughed a little as well.
 
 	“Cathy will be around; I’ll have her check on you regularly. I’ll come check on you myself before we leave.” She turned and left the room, leaving the door open a crack.
 
 	Laura sat up again and grabbed a few of her dolls. As she resumed playing out whatever scene she had been, she looked up for a second. Glancing over at her mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself. There she was, wrappings on her foot, sitting cross-legged, playing with dolls, wearing only a nightgown and a little of her diaper peeking out. She giggled a bit at her appearance; it really was closer to that of a baby than anything else.
 
 	Her stomach grumbled a bit, she felt a slight need to go number two. But she hadn’t been moving very much the last couple of days and things inside her had become rather slow. Her mother had given her something that she said would help get things moving more smoothly. Laura had feared laxatives, but her mother reassured her that wasn’t the case.
 
 	As a few minutes passed, Laura hoped the grumbling would simply go away. However, after about ten minutes, it had only increased, assuring her that she would need to go soon. Laura remembered her parents were leaving soon, she hoped she could go before they left.  She tried pushing a bit, but only managed to pass gas loudly, causing her to chuckle in spite of herself. It did however, relieve her considerably; she gave up and when back to playing with her dolls.
 
 	“Hey baby, we’re leaving in a minute.” Her mother poked her head in the door a couple minutes later. “You need anything before we go?”
 
 	“Nope, I’m all set.” She looked up, then over at her side table. “Actually, could I have another drink please?”
 
 	“Sure.” Her mother collected the empty cup. “Remember, I told Cathy to stay within earshot. Just call for her if you need anything.”
 
 	“Okay, I will.”
 
 	“I told her to help you, but that doesn’t make her your slave.” Mrs. Marshall shot a knowing grin at Laura. “Remember how much work it was looking after her when she was sick last year?”
 
 	“Alright.” Laura sighed with mock reluctance. “I’ll try not to work her too hard.”
 
 	She cracked a giant grin.
 
 	Her mother chuckled. “You behave.” She pointed directly at Laura as she left the room.
 
 	Laura resumed playing with her dolls once again. Climbing off the bed and hobbling across the room, she collected her dollhouse and placed it on the foot of her bed. A minute or so later, Cathy came up with a full glass of juice.
 
 	“Here’s your pencil back too.” Cathy mumbled as she set the items on the side table.
 
 	“Thank you.” Laura replied.
 
 	Cathy left without another word.
 
 	A quarter of an hour acting out the drama-ridden life with her dolls later, Laura began to feel the discomfort in her middle once again. This time, it wasn’t just gas. Knowing she’d only be able to go when the time was right, she kept on playing until the pressure inside made it impossible to concentrate. She tried pushing a little, but found that her seated position was negating her efforts.
 
 	Lying onto her back, she bent her knees and moved her feet in closer, being extra careful with her left foot. Taking a deep breath, she began to push. Slowly, she could feel it beginning to move. With difficulty, she pushed harder, the hard lumps gradually making their way out. It took a couple minutes of grunting, but several large and hard lumps eventually ended up against the soft inside lining of her diaper. Laura sat up slowly; the lumpiness underneath her was quite uncomfortable. Her diaper was becoming rather wet as well, the steady stream quickly being absorbed as it flowed into the soft material.  She had only been worrying about relieving herself, when she was finished; she remembered that no one was around to change her. Well, except for Cathy.
 
 	Laura didn’t want to ask Cathy for a change, but she was far from comfortable in her messy diaper. She rolled onto her belly in hopes to ease her discomfort. This helped somewhat but only for a short time. A minute later, she pushed a few more clumps into the already full seat of her diaper.  It was time for a change but she really didn’t want to ask Cathy.
 
 	Despite her discomfort, Laura opted not to call for her little sister. Instead, waiting for a full thirty minutes until Cathy eventually decided to come and check on her.
 
 	“Hey Laura, you doing okay?” Cathy popped her head in the door. “Need anything? Another drink maybe?”
 
 	While it was true that Laura had all but finished her drink, it was the last thing on her mind.
 
 	“Um . . .” Laura said answered slowly. Catherine opened swung the door open and stepped into the room.
 
 	“I kinda need to be changed.” Laura finished cautiously, hoping her sister wouldn’t be upset.
 
 	Cathy came to the side of the bed. “You sure do.” She remarked, sniffing the air.
 
 	Laura chuckled nervously.
 
 	“Well I can’t change you like that; roll over.” Cathy collected wipes, powder, and a fresh diaper while Laura repositioned herself to be changed.
 
 	It was only a matter of seconds before Cathy had Laura’s nightgown out of the way and was untaping the front of her diaper. She pulled the front down and Laura lifted so she could pull the whole messy thing out from under her. When she was finished wiping, Cathy slid a fresh diaper underneath and sprinkled baby power all over her. Mrs. Marshall did this occasionally, but Laura was usually changed quickly after wetting or messing.  When Laura was powdered to Cathy’s satisfaction, she pulled the front into place and taped it firmly.
 
 	As Laura sat up, she thanked Cathy, who said nothing as she gathered up the supplies. She put away the wipes and powder, leaving momentarily to dump the contents of the diaper into the toilet.
 
 	“Need anything else?” She asked bluntly, when she had returned.
 
 	“Nope, I’m all good now.” Laura smiled.
 
 	Cathy turned to leave.
 
 	“Hey.” Laura called after her. “Thanks.” She said sincerely.
 
 	“No big deal.” Cathy shrugged and kept walking.
 
 	An hour or so later, it was getting close to their bedtime. Their parents hadn’t said anything about bedtime, assuming the girls would stay up late as they usually did when they went out. This time however, Laura decided to go to sleep early. Instead of hopping across the room, turning off the light and hopping back in the dark, she simply set all her toys on the floor and climbed under her covers. A few minutes later, Cathy popped in.
 
 	“Dad just called and- Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep.” Cathy stopped when she saw Laura under the covers.
 
 	“It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep yet, what did he say?” Laura opened her eyes and raised herself up on her elbows.
 
 	“Uh, he said they would be home in about half an hour.”
 
 	“M’kay.” Laura flopped down on her pillow.
 
 	“You need anything before you go to bed?” Cathy asked dutifully. “Another change maybe?”
 
 	“Yes actually, just wet though.”
 
 	“Alright, I’ll just change you real quick.” Cathy gathered the supplies once again and Laura threw back the covers, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so it would be easier for Cathy to reach her. When Laura pulled her nightgown up, Cathy was already reaching for the tapes. With the wet diaper out of the way, she quickly wiped her older sister and slid a dry diaper underneath. Once again sprinkling baby powder liberally, she pulled the front of the diaper up between Laura’s legs and pressed the tapes firmly into place. With this done, she rolled up the wipes in the wet diaper and there the bundle into the trash.
 
 	“I’m gonna go to bed pretty soon I guess.” Catherine mumbled as she put the wipes back in their place.
 
 	Laura had already covered herself and closed her eyes. “Hm? Okay. Goodnight Cathy.”
 Cathy watched her sister closely as she stealthily stuffed something under her shirt.
 
 	“Goodnight Laura.” She said quietly, turning off the light and closing the door.
 When she returned to her room, Cathy pulled the diaper and baby powder out from under her shirt. Whisking off her clothes, she unfolded the diaper slowly. Spreading the diaper out on the floor, she sat down on it. Next, she reached for the baby powder, sprinkling an unnecessarily large amount on her diaper and between her legs. For a few seconds she just sat there, inhaling the aroma of the baby powder and sighing deeply. At last, she pulled the front of the diaper up and taped it.
 
 	Standing up, Cathy found that diaper was much too large for her. It managed to fit snuggly, but it was incredibly bulky and forced her legs apart, making it near impossible to walk normally. Not minding this, she waddled over to her dresser and picked out a pair of pajamas. She chose a matching set of pale pink pajama pants and shirt. They had been loose fitting last year, but were much less so now. The diaper, of course, made her pants stick out greatly at the rear. She made note of this as she passed the mirror, crinkling and waddling her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
 
 	All ready for bed, she dove into the covers and snuggled underneath them. The soft bulk between her legs forced them apart, but she didn’t mind. Reaching over, she turned off the lamp next to her bed and lay quietly for a while. For a while, she lay still, thinking about the feeling of her diaper, slowly getting more and more drowsy and comfortable.
 
 	Of course, Laura had only known what went on after she had fallen asleep because her mother found out the next morning. Mrs. Marshall had found the baby powder still sitting in Cathy’s room when she checked on her after they got back from dinner. The entire room was also saturated with the scent of baby powder. Not sure what to think, Mrs. Marshall put the powder back in Laura’s room.
 
 	The next morning, she stepped into Cathy’s room to find her frantically searching for something.
 
 	“What are you looking for, Cathy?” She asked.
 
 	Cathy bumped her head when she stood up. “What? Uh . . . nothing.”  She backed away.
 
 	“Then why around you looking around in such a hurry?” Her mother stepped closer, recognizing the bulge around Cathy’s waist.
 
 	“I uh . . . lost my . . .” Cathy trailed off, certain that whatever excuse she tried to think up would be useless.
 
 	“Catherine.” Her mother said with that prompting tone that usually meant “You’d better just spit it out.”
 
 	Cathy sighed.
 
 	“Come here Cathy.” Her mother knelt down and spoke softly. Cathy obeyed, crinkling audibly as she did so.
 
 	“I found the baby powder last night, is that what you were looking for?” She inquired when Cathy was standing before her.
 
 	“Yes . . .” Cathy replied sheepishly.
 
 	“And did you take one of Laura’s diapers too?”
 
 	“Yes . . .” She replied even more reluctantly.
 
 	“And would I be correct in assuming that you’re wearing it right now?”
 
 	“Yes.” Cathy sniffled a little.
 
 	“No need to cry, Cathy.” Her mother soothed. “I just want to know why.”
 
 	Cathy regained a little composure. “I don’t know; I just wanted to try them out.”
 
 	Her mother gave her a hug. “That’s okay, but don’t take other people’s things without permission. Did you ask Laura?”
 
 	“No, she doesn’t even know.”
 
 	“Well you’d better go tell her and apologize.” Her mother gave Cathy a couple light swats on the behind; finding extra firmness, she asked. “Are you wet?”
 
 	Cathy almost started crying. “Yeah.” She squeaked.
 
 	“Well at least your bed stayed dry.” She smiled, trying to cheer her up. “Come on, no need to be embarrassed, Laura wears them all the time.”
 
 	Cathy mumbled something as she left to go apologize to her sister. Laura hadn’t been upset, but she did take the opportunity to tease Cathy about it on occasion. Catherine had been an on-and-off bed wetter. She was potty trained early, but bed-wetting continued regularly for a few years afterward. Even recently, she would have the occasional accident. After the wettings stopped being a regular event, she refused to wear pull-ups or any kind of nighttime diaper. This had been the only exception; Cathy had never worn diapers since.