The Weekend Visit, Part 45

Like the previous morning, I woke up to the sun in my face and in diapers that were no longer dry.

Quietly groaning to myself in frustration, as wetting the bed two nights in a row meant that I had even less of a case against Kate’s insistence that I needed to keep wearing diapers, I sat up slightly before remembering that I was only wearing the padded underwear.

Clutching the covers to my chest, I glanced around the room. My sister was nowhere to be seen, which I had mixed feelings about. Similar to yesterday, I was in a confusing headspace where I felt well rested yet also immediately embarrassed and less like myself than I was used to. And, while I was relieved Kate wasn’t here, as it gave me a minute to get up and get my bearings without having to be awkward and giggly, I wasn’t sure if I could clean myself up without her.

Physically, yes. I could take my diapers off–the diapers off–and shower. Except these weren’t the disposable variety and, even if they were, I doubted I could sneak them to the trash without Kate or one of our relatives catching me. It was more or less the same problem that kept me in the used pull-ups when we first arrived. Actually . . . As I thought through the potential options, I remembered the issue that prevented me from attempting any of them. Kate always pinned me up so tightly, and there was a good chance I’d have a difficult time getting the pins off myself.

Letting out a heavy sigh, flushing as I realized that the sound was much closer to what a moody teenager would make than a mature college girl, I reluctantly pulled the covers off and got out of bed. Wincing at how the soaked diapers shifted as I did so, as well as at the general sight of my body in nothing but the thick padding, I stood up and noticed what was waiting for me on Kate’s bed.

She had laid out a simple pink sundress, as well as a white training bra that was identical to yesterday’s. The youthful undergarment made it obvious that this combo was meant for me, plus pink had been my color all weekend since mini golf. My ‘favorite color,’ or so Kate had told our cousins. Plus I couldn’t imagine my sister wearing a dress like this.

The training bra was tight on my chest, like usual, flattening my already frustratingly smaller curves. The cut of the sundress didn’t help and, even without looking in the mirror, I knew how youthful I must have looked in an outfit like this. I frowned at the length of the skirt; it just barely covered the bulky diapers, and I was already worried about how it would ride up when I sat down. Our cousins must have worn this dress when they were a bit smaller than me, which made sense; I certainly wouldn’t have worn something like this in middle school.

As much as I didn’t want to suffer through seeing my reflection, I needed to spend a minute or two in the bathroom before doing anything else. My hair was a mess, I needed to brush my teeth, and hopefully stalling for a minute or two would be enough for Kate to show up. Going downstairs in wet diapers would be so awkward, especially if everyone else was already awake.

I also felt the need to pee the moment I stepped foot into the bathroom. Stupid body. In reality, I probably didn’t actually need to go that badly if I relieved myself overnight; that’s just what I usually did right after waking up, and the habit was causing my subconscious to send an unnecessary signal to my bladder.

Ignoring the urge, as it wasn’t possible for me to use the toilet right now, I went through the other parts of my morning ritual. Well, not all of them. All I had was toothpaste, deodorant, and a brush. That, and the diaper changing supplies that took up half the counter. SO embarrassing. While Kate and I had been told that this bathroom would be ours for the weekend, the fact that it was on the upstairs hallway meant that anyone could technically use it. What if Luna was taking a long shower, and Lilah opted to use this room in the meantime? Just because everyone knew about my underwear situation to some degree at this point didn’t mean they needed the visual reminder.

The point was, my make-up bag was nowhere to be found. I could have used Kate’s, as we had a fairly similar skin tone, except hers wasn’t there, either. My freckles were just going to have to be on display for another full day.

Sighing to myself, I stepped back out into the hallway and quietly made my way towards the stairs. Maybe Kate was in our cousins’ bedroom? I really wanted a diaper change before seeing our relatives. That didn’t look like it was going to happen; the door to the twins’ room was open and no one was in there and, as I approached the other end of the hall, I could hear voices coming from down in the kitchen.

For a moment, I considered calling Kate from where I was. That just felt a little awkward and immature, and could potentially lead to her asking what I needed in a way where the conversation would be heard by everyone as we responded back and forth from different floors.

Instead, I tentatively worked my way downstairs as I belatedly started thinking through how I was going to get a few minutes alone with Kate without everyone else in the room immediately jumping to conclusions. Their conclusions would be correct, which was the problem.

After a breath or two for courage, I turned the corner and entered the kitchen.

The moment I laid eyes on everyone else, I felt even more self conscious. Kate and our cousins were all dressed down; I could see the entirety of their outfits while they were seated at the table, but they were all wearing either t-shirts or tank tops. Aunt Miranda was also dressed rather casually as she flipped pancakes to add to the pile that was already on the table between my sister and the twins. I already stuck out by being the last one up, save for maybe our uncle, and the pink dress definitely didn’t help.

Kate noticed me right away, and immediately brought attention to me for those that hadn’t. “Morning, Annie!” she smiled, “About time.”

“Like, good morning,” I mumbled, blushing slightly as everyone turned my way.

Turns out, I wasn’t going to have a chance to discreetly ask Kate for anything. With absolutely no subtlety, my brat of a sister asked, “Did you wet the bed? Or are your diapers still dry?”