Chapter 17: Just a Precaution
Eventualities finally unfold.
False dignity faces an empty threat.
Through empty solace comfort is found.
Christina gets changed.
It was late afternoon, only a few hours before dinnertime when we finally returned from our trip to the capital. As Veric dropped us off outside the manor, Cynthia stood by the front doors waiting to greet us. There was something unusual about the sorceress. I couldn't quite pin down what, but there was something more about her than just her usual smug attitude. As Lena and I walked towards her from the carriage, the House Mistress spoke out. "Welcome home Lena. I hope your and Christina's trip lived up to your expectations?" She asked calmly, but with what was almost a twinge of simmering excitement about her.
Lena smiled warmly to her closest friend. "It was all that, and more! I know we're a little bit early since we decided to forgo our last appointment, but I can honestly say that I think we both had a wonderful day!" She beamed. It made me happy that despite telling her I didn't want to try on the clothes with Regina, she still believe that today was a success. I would have felt more relieved if it wasn't for Cynthia's cryptically unexplained energy.
The sorceress on the other hand gave a wide smirk as her muted anticipation only grew. "I'm very glad to hear that. My day also proved rather interesting as it happens. Would you mind bringing Christina and following me please?" She asked in an innocent tone that felt like it was almost mocking me.
Suddenly everything dawned on me all at once, and I felt like a fool. My trip with Lena had been so pleasantly distracting that I had completely forgot what awaited me back home. I looked at Cynthia as she saw the wave of realization wash over me. In turn I got to see her own satisfied smile sprout from her lips. I quickly averted my gaze below, as the crushing weight of my impending future hung heavy around my head.
The walk back to my bedroom was one of the longest of my life. While Lena seemed innocently intrigued, I kept my head down in silence from equal parts shame and dread, while Cynthia confidently led the way. When we arrived my door was already open. Camille stood patiently in the middle of the room right next to my bed stained with the dark wet puddle like it was still fresh. It almost felt poetic that this same housemaid was involved.
Within seconds of entering my room Lena's curiosity was quickly sated. Without needing any direction her eyes were drawn to the bare mattress in front of us, as well as the obvious fact that was clearly being displayed. "Oh . . . I see." Lena muttered loudly.
Cynthia then turned to the housemaid. "Camille, can you please tell Madam Southgard what you told me?" She asked politely.
Camille nodded to Cynthia before turning toward Lena. She started to open her mouth when suddenly I couldn't stop myself. I had no plan, nothing prepared, and no excuse, but everything inside me said I couldn't let this just continue. "Wait! I can explain!" I protested loudly. Camille stifled her words, and Lena looked over to me in surprise.
Cynthia however had no intention of letting me continue.
"Christina! Quiet!" She shouted back at me, and with a sound that was all too familiar I realized that I should have known better than to disobey.
Snap.
My words froze in my throat as I felt my posture collapse in submission. If I thought I could feel the weight of their disappointment before, I learned what it really felt like now. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. I wet the bed, and then I tried to hide it from them. When that didn't work I tried to buy time, and even then after I knew it was inevitable, I refused to tell them. Now here I was trying to talk my way out of what I rightfully deserved. I should be ashamed of myself.
The sorceress let my silence hang in the air, letting me come to terms with my actions and truly feel my shame and regret. After a moment, Cynthia continued. "I didn't ask you, I asked Camille. Now, you're to stay silent until we call on you, understand?" She commanded. I could feel the grasp on my emotions slipping out from under me, but I nodded all the same. Cynthia, looking content then gestured back to Camille to continue her part.
The housemaid took a breath to pace herself before speaking, relaying her information to Lena as concisely as she could. "Naturally, as Mistress Arkinian requested, not long after lunch I entered Christina's quarters so I could properly dress the young girl's bed. When I arrived I found that all the sheets and blankets from the bed were already missing. And the mattress, as you can still see now, was soiled." She told, emphasizing the final word. "When I later went down to the basement to check the laundry from this morning, I found that all the missing sheets were completely soaked. I also found a set of pajamas that were in the same condition. A quick sniff test was more than enough to confirm that they were covered in urine." She said, with a level of clinical specificity that did very little to lampshade my humiliation.
Cynthia then looked over at me as she asked one final question of the housemaid. "Could you please tell us your reasonable conclusion then, Camille?" Despite her gaze I was far too ashamed to look back at the sorceress.
Camille nodded to comply. "Looks to me that Christina had an accident in her sleep, and then in the morning tried to cover it up."
Lena, having heard the full story from the maid now looked back to me. As I met her eyes I could see they were filled not with anger or frustration. She didn't even look surprised. Instead as I looked to my guardian all I saw was heartfelt, genuine concern. Realizing what she was about to ask me, I could feel the sting of tears start to form behind my eyes. "Christina," Lena started with a soft and gentle tone. "Did you wet the bed?"
And just like that, it was all too much. Everything that I had built up to keep myself from falling apart now shattered completely as I broke down in tears. I tried so hard to keep it together, forcing my legs to stay planted stiff, and refusing to let myself cover my face in shame. But despite my will I could feel my lips twisting against my desperate attempts to keep calm. My vision grew blurry as tears filled my eyes. I clenched one hand in a fist and threw the other over my mouth to cover my quivering lips. "It was an accident." I nearly cried, my voice trembling. The weak excuse was all I could manage as I tried to keep hold of what little I had left.
While Camille stood there uncomfortably, Cynthia looked down at me. Clearly unmoved by the state of my emotions, her gaze bleeding relentless inevitability, and completely without mercy. Lena on the other hand showed far more concern.
"Oh, my darling girl, it's okay. You're not in trouble, we promise it's okay." She said to me gently, taking my shoulders and leading me to take a seat on one of the dry corners of the bed before sitting next to me. She kept one arm around me, and place the other overtop my still clenched fist, sliding her thumb in between my weak grasp.
I could see them all looking at me. Lena like I was some poor little thing that didn't know any better. Cynthia like she knew all along that eventually I would find myself here, and that I was a fool not seeing that myself. Even Camille now looked at me with a disgusted uncomfortability like she couldn't believe she found herself in this situation. I felt so small under each of their eyes. Between them all the one thing that wasn't felt, was surprise. As I was hit by the harsh tide of humiliation and I began to feel smaller and smaller, the harder it was to keep my sobs under control. "It wasn't my fault." I pleaded from behind the hand that covered my mouth.
Lena tried to comfort me with a smile, and for a moment I thought I heard what could have been the small breath of a restrained chuckle from Cynthia. Lena then turned over her shoulder to Camille to address her one last time. "You can go now Camille. Thank you very much for your help today." Lena said politely. The housemaid gave a small nod of respect before hurrying out, shutting the door behind her and leaving me alone with my two guardians.
Turning back, Lena then tried to console me. "It's okay, Christina. We understand its not your fault. We really do, I promise." She said sweetly, still looking at me warmly with eyes full of pity.
I could feel the lump in my throat slowly starting to shrink now that there were fewer people to witness my shame. I sniffed back my tears as I tried to listen to what Lena said. "Y-you believe me?" I stuttered, almost in disbelief. She said she believed me, but if that was true, then why was she still looking at me like that?
As I gripped Lena's hand, she gently rubbed my palm in a show of support. "Of course we do." She reassured softly. "Sometimes these things happen, and that's okay." For a moment I almost believed her, but as I pulled my hand from my mouth to wipe away my tears, Lena spoke up again. "But even if it was an accident . . . we don't want to ruin those new bedsheets we just picked out, now do we?" She reasoned with the same soft reassurance.
For a moment I looked at Lena confused. What did she mean ruining new bedsheets? This was just an accident from one bad night. She didn't think it could happen again . . . did she?
Lena however, continued. "And of course it wouldn't be very nice at all to make any of the house staff keep cleaning up soiled sheets, which couldn't have been very fun for you to wake up in either." She cooed.
Slowly I was starting to clue in on what was really happening. "Wait, you don't think I'd. . ." I started to let out weakly, but Lena clearly wasn't finished as she ignored my words.
"With that in mind, it'd be a good idea to get you to start wearing some protection to bed, don't you think?" She offered, voice still honeyed and eyes full of maternal concern.
From the corner of my eyes I could still see Cynthia standing there, posturing without a care in the world. She had looked amused, and I only now realized that the joke was on me. "Wait, what do you mean by 'protection'?" I asked, already horrified. There was only one obvious answer, but I simply couldn't believe it. Even after everything else I had been through while living here, surely my guardians couldn't reach to that as an answer?
Lena then paused, and looked deep in my eyes. Within her I saw all the things that had drawn me closer to her over the last few weeks. He kindness, her softness, and how much she genuinely seemed to care. She looked at me in a way where even in this moment I actually believed she wanted to protect me. I could feel it all so strongly as she gripped my hands in both her own. With a voice as soft as silk, she answered. "I mean diapers, darling."
Suddenly my ears started ringing. This had to have been a joke, there was no way that this was real. I was twenty two years old, I was Christina Revallia. Lady Revallia. There was no possible way that I was being told as an adult that I needed to wear diapers to bed, just because of one stupid nightmare? It was insane. This whole thing was completely insane.
But as I sat utterly speechless, I looked into the faces of my two guardians before me. Lena only looked at me with a face of sweet concern. Her voice, her body language, and her eyes all told the same story; 'I promise, this is for your own good.' Even Cynthia's signature amused attitude showed no sign that they were joking. She saw my horror, and her expression said only one thing in return. 'You're the one who put yourself here.'
Suddenly I moved from denial, to bargaining. "Wait, hold on, please, wait!" I stammered "I don't need anything like that. I promise it wasn't my fault! It was just because I had one bad dream, and it won't ever happen again, I promise!" I begged. I felt like such a fool, the entire day I had been happy and distracted without even realizing the hole I dug for myself. Now I feared it would be too late to climb out.
Lena continued to smile at me, bringing her hand to my cheek to cradle my head, and gently caressing my hair. It felt nice, but the sense of overwhelming dread stopped me from being able to find any solace in the physical act. Instead I met Lena's eyes with my own, open wide as I silently begged my guardian to reconsider. "Christina. . ." she started. "This isn't a punishment. We know it was an accident and that you didn't mean to." She reassured me, her voice so soft it was nearly a whisper. "But since you can't control it, we're going to help make sure it doesn't happen again, okay?"
Bleak realization washed over me as the emotion behind my eyes changed from pleading to despair, and my voice turned to nothing more than a desperate mewl. "Please . . ." I begged. "I don't wanna . . ."
At last I saw a hint of understanding pass over Lena's face, before she pulled her hand back from cradling my head with a sigh. As she opened her mouth for a moment I thought she might actually reconsider. "If you don't want to wear diapers for protection, Christina, then of course we won't force you." She acquiesced with a hint of exhaustion. For a moment I felt the weight of my dread lighten, and I thought escaping this fate was really possible. But Lena continued. "But if you decide not to, and ever wet the bed again anyway, it wouldn't be fair to ask any of the maids to deal with your soiled sheets again, or Cynthia for that matter." She explained, clearly building up to something.
As I tried to understand what Lena was getting at, Cynthia suddenly decided it was her turn to speak up. "If you're really against it, maybe we could ask Damien to take on the duties of changing your sheets for you? After all he is used to dealing with dirty work." Cynthia patronized. As much as I was unsure if this was Lena's intended direction, it was now increasingly clear where this was going. "We could even go speak to him now? If you're sure this is really what you want, that is." The sorceress had a cruel look on her face, and turned towards Lena. "What do you think, Lena? Should I go find Damien and bring him in?" Cynthia offered, in a way that would have nearly seemed sarcastic if I didn't know for a fact that she was more than willing to actually follow through.
The veiled threat barely even surprised me coming from Cynthia, so much so that I almost thought the ensuing question was completely rhetorical. But as I looked back to Lena, it was clear she was waiting for me to make a choice. As much as I hated both options with every fiber of my being, I thought back to Damien; the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me. He was the only person on the estate that didn't see me in the way that all the others clearly did. In my mind there was no question that this would destroy that. I saw his smiling face, sun kissed skin and brown curled hair looking down at me. I remembered his leaf green eyes and piercingly gentle gaze. I didn't want to loose that.
After patiently waiting for my response, Lena reached out and squeezed my leg. "We need an answer Christina." She probed patiently. I looked to my feet, tears clouding my eyes as I imagined the reality of both options before me. I knew what my answer was but I didn't have the will to say it. To agree to this felt like an admission of utter defeat. My shame and discomfort towards all of this was so visceral I could feel it in my mouth. But even with that almost ashen taste on my lips, I knew my answer wouldn't change.
Somehow despite my silence, Lena seemed to understand. She leaned her head over to better look into my eyes. "I don't think you want to embarrass yourself Christina." Lena said quietly. "So, wouldn't you rather just wear diapers instead?" She did the best she could to ask without judgement, but Regardless of how she phrased things in the moment, it did nothing actually to stop my humiliation.
Embarrassed and defeated, I meekly nodded in agreement.
Lena smiled at me once more, and brought her thumb to wipe clean one of my stray tears. "I think you made the right choice." She nodded encouragingly. I saw a look on her that I could only identify as pity before she tried to offer me some small consolation. "Don't worry, if you really don't need them, and prove it by making it through the night without having accidents, then you won't have to wear them anymore." She offered encouragingly. "It's just a precaution, I promise."
As I looked into Lena's eyes, I wanted to believe that she was right. Like I said to myself before; I was an adult. This was just one bad dream, and after I had a few days to prove it, everything would go back to normal. I was sure of it.
But after looking into Lena's eyes I glanced over in Cynthia's direction. Catching her gaze for even just a moment, I was reminded exactly how far that kind of thinking had gotten me before. The way she looked at me said so much, with so little, and with such certainty that it was nearly frightening. As I looked into the sorceresses eyes for only just a moment, her thoughts were made crystal clear.
'I Doubt it.'
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The night was growing late as I waited patiently at the foot of my bed. After we finished our 'conversation', it was nearly time for dinner. I decided to stay put in my room staring blankly out the window until I was summoned for food, during which I then noticed that Cynthia was mysteriously missing from our meal this evening. After finishing dinner quickly I retreated to my room, only having roughly two hours before I was required to be there for bedtime anyway. After finishing the few chores that remined for the night, I went and sat with my legs crossed in the center of my bed, looking over my shoulder and out the window to the view outside. It seemed that while I was at dinner some of the house staff had swapped my mattress for a fresh unspoiled one, as well as taken the time to properly make my bed. I was thankful that the horrific reminder of my shame was now gone, but I knew that soon enough something else would come and serve the same purpose.
It was funny, as I sat there with nothing to do but prepare for the inevitable I found myself almost despondent. No longer running hot with emotion, I knew that there was no use fighting the inevitable. I chose to be here with the Southgards rather than go to prison, and this was simply one of the consequences. Knowing this, all I could do was accept my fate and try to best prepare myself for what was to come. Though even with this mindset, it was difficult to not simply give into my overwhelming sense of dread.
As the hour neared my decided bedtime, I heard the knock on the door that I had been expecting. Without waiting for me to give permission the door swung open to reveal Lena, entering with a gently sympathetic smile, and something held in one of her hands behind her back. "Hi Chrissy, it's almost time for bed." She spoke soothingly.
As she entered the room, I shuffled over to the edge of my bed and let my feet hang off the side. Understanding what was to come I nodded as I kept my gaze low, feeling diminished by the reality of it all. Stepping further toward me she slowly pulled out the item from behind her back and held it in both hands in front of her. "I've come to give you this." She said with a soft, steadying voice.
In her hands was the subject of my dread, a white pastel patterned diaper. While I was waiting I had briefly wondered what kind of diaper would even fit me at my age, but in her hand it looked unquestionably big enough. Seeing it now, real and held in her hands before me, heat rose to my cheeks as I blushed and looked away. Lena saw my apparent discomfort and took a seat next to me on the bed. She placed a hand on my thigh in familiar fashion and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. "I just want you to know Christina, that I'm very proud of you for making the responsible choice." She praised with gentle reassurance, before reaching out her hand to offer me what she was holding.
I looked at the folded diaper that she held in her hand, the thick padded material decorated with soft pastel clouds and a small baby fawn cartooned on the front. Even just thinking about putting it on I could feel a low cloud of embarrassment hovering over me. But even with all my will to spare myself such an infantilizing fate, I thought back to the talk of getting Damien involved. I couldn't be sure if they even knew how much of a threat it really was, but I did know that I would give anything to avoid that potential future and the humiliation that came with. I gave myself a silent pitiful sigh before accepting the diaper, and placing it on my lap.
As I rested my hands on the source of my future embarrassment, it felt soft to my skin. Made of thick cloth backed material, the padding was surprisingly dense and almost sponge like. I could feel a strip of slightly rougher material over the front that somehow still felt soft under my fingers as I held it. Knowing what was coming and what I was going to have to do, the weight of the moment hovered over me and I felt so powerless and small. I kept my head hung low, and just waited for Lena to say her piece and leave so I could get it all over with.
Lena gave me a comforting smile, and squeezed my leg once more in silence. I patiently waited for her to give me some privacy, but the seconds dragged on for an uncomfortably long time. After what seemed like an eternity she finally opened her mouth, much to my horror. "Well. . ." She said, nodding to the bed beside me. "Hop to it."
Suddenly the shoe drops and I understand exactly what she's been waiting for, and with that realization the last shreds of my dignity are ripped away from me. "Y-you're going to watch?" I stammered in near disbelief, my words nearly failing me.
Lena, just casually nods, acting like it should have been obvious. "Of course darling. I need to be sure you know how to put them on correctly, and this way I'll be here if you need any help."
I had spent hours mentally preparing myself but now I felt again like my emotions would overtake me. I had thought that at the very least I would have some privacy as I was reduced in such a childish way, but the idea that Lena would be there to watch, and worse potentially step in to do it herself, nearly crushed me with a weight I could barely lift.
"No, no, no. You don't need to do that. I can do it myself, alone. I promise!" I pleaded with my guardian.
Lena simply gave a patronizingly amused smile as she stood up from the bed. "I'm sure you can Chrissy, but if you did have any troubles I'm sure you would be far too embarrassed to actually come ask any of us." She chided condescendingly as she walked to the door of my room, shutting it to give us some privacy. She then turned back and stopped in front of me. "So I think it's best if I stay here to supervise. Just to be safe." She said with parental authority.
Using everything I had to not fall into pieces, I tried the last idea I had left. With shock and horror splayed clearly across my face, I looked up with fearfully pleading eyes to Lena, with the barest hint of tears that had started to swell. "Please. I really don't like this. . ." I defeatedly begged. "It doesn't feel right, and you said you would always be there to make things right. . ." Leveraging her promise to me was the only thing that I thought might work. If it had worked before with the tailors shop, maybe it would work now? " . . . Please?"
Lena looked down and smiled at me with pity. Stepping closer she reached down to take one of my hands and used the other to once again gently stroke my cheek. She looked into my eyes with loving sympathy and grace. I looked back at her with pleading innocence, begging to be saved. "Darling . . ." She spoke, tender and warm. "This is making things right. I promise in time, you'll see that. Now, you can either be a good girl and get yourself changed, or I can do it for you."
The world dropped around me as the harsh words escaped Lena's lips. This was it, there was no way out, and the only other choice was an even worse path forward. Between the options of changing myself for Lena to see, or letting Lena change me herself there, wasn't really an option. I blinked back the tears in my eyes, turned my body around, and shifted over to the center of the the mattress.
Lena nodded approvingly before moving to take a seat at the foot of the bed, and as she watched I slowly began to change. Unfolding the diaper I placed it down, before sliding off my pajamas and underwear down to my knees, and placing myself in the middle of the now open padding. The small mercy was that lying down with my knees bent, my pajama pants provided a small curtain to hide my privates from view, and realizing that I let out a silent sigh of relief, before I started to get myself changed.
As I lied there I made certain to avoid any eye contact with my guardian, and tried to do everything I could to make this as fast a process as possible. I had never had any experiences with diapering before. I was the youngest child, and had never had to take care of any infants in my life, but I hoped that everything might be self explanatory. Of course I had seen other mothers and wet nurses change their children on rare occasions, so I at least had something to go off of. This change actually seemed somewhat easier than I expected. It seemed the rough section on the front was a strip for the four hook and loop tabs to secure to. Though as I did them up I fumbled around, misplacing the tabs and having to peel them off and place them back down again.
Hearing the sound of my multiple attempts, Lena chuckled and stood up. "Here, Christina. Let me help you." She cooed amusedly.
Suddenly as Lena stepped toward me I felt a sense of urgency. I quickly peeled back the remaining misplaced tapes and pulled them back down into place. Jolting myself up on the bed as she drew close. "There! I did it, see?" I gasped, adrenaline from the close call pumping my veins.
Lena gave my work a quick once over, before smiling widely. "Very good, Christina. I'm very proud of you."
Relieved by her approval, I felt a small weight lifted from my back. I then went to pull both my underwear and pajama's up over my diaper, but Lena's hand reached out to stop me. "Oh darling, you can't put your underwear over top of these. You'll stretch them out. Let me." She chastised before quickly and forcefully taking hold of the waist band of both articles in one hand, and pulling them back down below my knees and fully off my full.
"Wait, no!" I protested too late. I was suddenly surprised by her strength and speed as my entire body pivoted accordingly, sliding against the sheets of the bed to allow my pajama pants to slip clean off. I quickly pulled both legs back, tucking my knees into my chest as I tried to preserve even a modicum of modesty for myself. But Lena simply chuckled.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, Christina. Here, come with me." She offered with an amused smile, taking my hand and guiding my gently off the bed.
As I was led up and away from my bed by Lena, I blushed once more. Now fully feeling the thickness and bulk of the padding between my legs, the diaper causing just the smallest amount of waddle as I grew used to its presence.
Guiding me across the room Lena stopped in front of my mirror, taking my shoulders to stand me in front of her in its view. "See?" She whispered in my ear. "That wasn't so bad."
I looked at myself in the mirror, standing now in only my pajama shirt and diaper. Even as I looked, Lena began reaching around in front of me and adjusting the tapes of my diaper one by one. Straightening them out and fixing their fit. I just stand there motionless, unable to protest or move, completely defeated by the shock of what I see before me. After a moment Lena finishes her corrections, pulling her hands back and standing behind me, looking over my shoulder with awestruck delight.
Seeing the way Lena looked at me, it almost stirred something. Part of me wanted to spark her praise, but instead I slumped my in shame. I couldn't figure out if I agreed with her when she insisted it wasn't that bad. Instead I tried to focus on what little I could control. "You promise it's only temporary? Until I prove I don't need them?" I asked my guardian without meeting her eyes.
Lena then crouched lower, bringing her head down over my shoulder in line with mine, looking at me through the mirror. "I promise. You can stop wearing them as soon as your bedwetting settles down. Until then it's just to be safe." She promises me with reassuring energy.
My face goes red as she mentions my bedwetting directly, but I nod appreciatively regardless.
Lena smiles at me in the mirror one last time, eyes full of satisfaction and pride. Lena then turned her head, and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams." She says before straightening up, and leaving me to myself for the night.
Even now that I was alone alone, I couldn't help but still stand there looking at myself in the mirror. After reflecting for a moment, I had to admit that the small adjustments Lena had made to the tapes of my diaper did help. Now it felt snug and more secure than it had when I quickly rushed to finish putting it on. I made a mental note of it, at the very least I knew how it should feel in the future.
My eyes drifted to focus on the small fawn cartooned across the front of the diaper, standing on a small grass bed with dotted pastel clouds scattered about the rest of the padding's surface. The fawn looked innocently back at me, its wide eyes and soft colours cute and wholesome in nature. The babyish designs somehow matched the aesthetics of my pajama's perfectly, and looking myself over in the mirror I couldn't believe what I saw. I felt like a child, and who could blame me? If it wasn't for my matured body anyone else would probably look at what I was wearing and come to much the same conclusion. It was degrading, it was embarrassing, and I was ashamed.
Despite my shame, as I stood there looking at my reflection, almost possessed I slowly reached one hand out to below my waist and touched the diaper's padded front, almost like I needed to be sure it was all real. As I did, I heard the quiet crinkle of the material as it shifted in place against my hand. I hadn't noticed the noise before, I must have been too caught up in the moment, or perhaps the sounds of myself and Lena were covering them before. Regardless, the sound made me blush.
I sighed to myself, thinking that I should probably just go to bed. For a moment I considered that since I was all alone now, I could just take the diaper off? But I quickly thought better of it. If any of my guardians learned that I took it off there would be hell to pay, and I didn't want any risk that Cynthia would return to her threat of involving Damien.
I finally moved from the mirror and walked back over to my bed, the soft but noticeable sound of crinkling material following me as I did. My red face was only renewed by the noise. I dimmed the lights before climbing into bed. I tried to focus on the future, and of the fact that I was nearly certain that I wouldn't have another accident again. This was just going to be a few days of waking up dry, and proving to the Southgards that I don't need diapers. It was fine, I could do this.
Nearly certain, that was.
As I pulled my blanket up around me and instinctively gripped Arthur tight between my arms, I couldn't help but feel the soft padding wrapped around me, its warmth and support a pleasant surprise.
"At least they're comfy. . ." I muttered to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
