paddedlittleparadise: “Oh, sweetie, what’s this? Did you have an accident?”I glare
paddedlittleparadise: “Oh, sweetie, what’s this? Did you have an accident?”I glare up at my roommate in mingled fury and shame. “You did this, Nora, didn’t you? For the last time, I’m not a bedwetter, I swear!” I realize my case isn’t exactly strong even as the words leave my mouth. Here I am, sitting at ground zero of a clearly soaked mattress, a massive puddle surrounding me and my similarly wet and smelly panties. Not a whole lot of alternatives for interpreting this evidence, are there?And naturally enough, I suppose, she gives an exasperated sigh as she stares down at the ruined bed. “Hannah, I honestly can’t believe you! Do you really think I would deliberately go out of my way to somehow make you piss yourself?” She’s clearly mad. “You really think I could, even if I wanted to? This is all you, girl, and you know it! So please, girl, don’t start blaming me for your own actions, okay?” Her indignation seems so sincere that I feel my own conviction wavering. Am I really so sure that it wasn’t me? But then again, I’ve never wet the bed before in my life… not counting that one time when I was twelve and, well…that had kinda been intentional…“You’re under a lot of stress, babe,” Nora continues more calmly, sitting gingerly down on the dry edge of my creaking bed. “And stress does weird shit to people, okay? I’m not mad at you, and no one else will be, either. Accidents happen, and I really don’t think it’s that strange that with midterms and everything coming up, you know, you just might…start having problems.” She pats my hand sympathetically. “Especially, you know, with your…preferences. You know, the ones you told me about…?”I blush a deeper shade of red. Yes, I really had told Hannah last semester, hadn’t I? It had been a stupid game of truth or dare, and there may have been some vodka involved, and well, it had more or less slipped out. At the time I’d consoled myself by thinking that it was maybe not that big a deal. It wasn’t that weird to have fun imagining yourself wearing diapers, was it? Surely among lots of wacky, “anything goes” college kids there must surely be a few folks like me…right? Whatever the case, at the time Nora had appropriately looked shocked, agreed that it was totally weird, and then laughed it off and kept going. It was only later, of course, that I found that she definitely hadn’t forgotten it - not by a long shot. On the contrary, it had seemed to make her only more interested in me…“I know, I know,” I mumble, tugging peevishly at a loose thread in the sheet. “But I swear, it doesn’t have anything to that.” “You weren’t dreaming about, I don’t know…wearing a diaper? About peeing your pants?” Nora’s smiling wryly, clearly trying to put me at ease. “No, of course not,” I assure her, maybe a trifle too quickly. I guess those old dreams have visited me a few times - the ones where Mom is scolding me for wetting my pants, and telling me I belong in diapers if I can’t use the big girl potty… But that wasn’t last night, I’m sure. At least, not that I recall…Nora straightens up with a sigh. “Well, whatever the case, we’ve got to get this taken care of. I’ll email housing services to see about getting the mattress cleaned and some clean sheets.” I start up, shocked. “Nora, really? But- but-” “Hannah, there’s nothing else to do!” she retorts firmly. “You’re not going to be sleeping on that wet bed again. And where else you gonna sleep? The floor?” I sigh, knowing deep down she’s right…and yet resenting how little say I seem to have in it all. “I’m just trying to help,” she reminds me, beginning to tug the soaked sheets off the mattress. “And really, you should be thanking me for taking care of this. Now, go and get yourself cleaned up, soggy butt!” And so, I blush and scurry off, wishing in vain that I had some smart rejoinder to offer.By the time I emerge from our shared shower, my bed is stripped and Nora is waiting cross-legged on her own dry bed, phone in hand, with the oddest expression on her face. “Hey, there you are! Feel better?” She waves her phone at me without waiting for my response. “Guess what I just got from housing? Come on, take a look!” And so I do. It’s an email full of jargon and references to housing policies - and hell, I’m no lawyer. “See that? Article 7b, paragraph 4.” She takes the phone back and reads aloud. “’All occupants shall be responsible for any and all dirt, excreta, contaminants, and other foreign substances that they or the pets in their care may introduce into said housing unit, and do hereby agree to take any and all measures that Housing Services shall deem necessary to clean, remove, and prevent any such future incursions of the aforesaid substances.’” Her eyes are twinkling now. “And when you read their email, I see them mention something that you might find particularly interesting…”***Oh, yes. It’s diapers they prescribed - literal, honest-to-God diapers. I knew all along that it would be. Hannah’s a sweetie, but not all that bright, to be honest. After a quick glance at our housing policies I knew all she needed was a documented case of bedwetting, and housing would be bundling her back into Pampers faster than she could say Mommy. Heh, heh…What? I’m not evil, I swear! I mean, of course I may have fudged things a little. It wasn’t going to happen on its own, after all. Yeah, I might have slipped a nice, warm container of pee into her bed while she was asleep. So what? She’ll never know the difference, and honestly, it’s all for the best. She’s stuck wearing diapers every night now until graduation, and you know what? I think we’re both gonna be just fine with that. She’s got her diapers, housing has a safe and clean bed, and I…well, I have a super cute and horny roommate to play with.Just think of all this as a nudge in the right direction, okay? -- source link