The Weekend Visit, Part 41

At least she didn’t say ‘spread your legs’ this time. It didn’t matter if it was a directive that was clearly regarding the position I needed to take for a diaper change; there was no way to hear that phrase from my sister without feeling uncomfortable.

This was the first time I was more dolled up for the demeaning process. Though the pink dress was hardly mature, it was more of an outfit than the casual combos I had been otherwise wearing all weekend. There wasn’t a zipper, thankfully, so I could get the childish thing off without Kate’s help. I had no idea where to hang it, as the only hook in the bathroom was already taken by a towel. Opting to fold it to the best of my ability, as I didn’t particularly care for the upkeep of a dress I hoped to never wear again,

I placed it on the counter before moving towards the floor and getting into the position that was becoming more and more familiar. Cold tile on my back, knees bent so I Kate had plenty of room to undo my diapers and wipe me clean. And, with an accident like this, there was the awfulness of lying down in it and making things worse one last time before they got better.

Meanwhile, Kate pulled out her supplies from under the sink. Before, I had been nervous about how she had started stashing them there; this bathroom was ‘ours’ for the weekend, but it was also out in the hallway. Now that everyone knew about the diapers, however, it didn’t make that much of a difference. If anything, it was better that Kate’s things were hidden away at this point, rather than kept out on the counter.

She placed a towel down on the ground for her knees, then hesitated. “Actually, this is a really nice dress. I’ll be right back. Stay here, Annie. Don’t move.”

Where did she expect me to go? I had wanted out of these diapers since my accident back at the country club. It was just another one of those instances where I was being told to do something I would have done anyway, as rebelling for the sake of rebelling would be worse than being a well behaved girl and doing what I was told.

Without a source of time in the bathroom, it could have been two minutes or ten minutes before Kate returned. All the while, I had to worry about the fact that she hadn’t closed the door all the way. Though the light was on, anyone could assume that the room was available and someone had merely forgotten to turn it off on their way out. I just had to cross my fingers that our cousins were already in the basement, and our aunt was still downstairs.

To my relief, Kate was the one who stepped back in. I caught a glimpse of red hair right away, which kept me from saying ‘occupied’ or whatever I would have said if it was someone else. She was wearing loose athletic shorts and a tank top; it was a pretty classic evening outfit for her. “Okay,” she said, closing the door behind her, “Now we can deal with your dirty diapers.”

Uh huh. Now we could. Because Kate’s comfort took priority over mine, even when wearing a pretty dress wasn’t nearly as bad as what I was dealing with.

Kneeling down, Kate began undoing the pins of the diapers while we both braced for the impending smell. Between the thick padding and the excessive powder she always used, it really wasn’t noticeable to myself or anyone around me when I had such an accident in public. Definitely a good thing, as I would probably die of embarrassment if our relatives were instantly aware of what I had done in the diapers multiple times at this point.

The trade-off was that my sister continued to have leverage on me. Though everyone knew I was in diapers 24/7, they weren’t aware how often I had been using them during the day. If I wanted to keep Kate quiet about that, I would have to continue going along with her ‘little sister’ and ‘immature tween’ image of me.

As she opened both diapers, Kate made a face that was a combination of amusement and disgust. “Jesus, Annie,” she scoffed, “You really let go, didn’t you?”

I had no response for that but a blush. It wasn’t like I meant to! I had been trying to get to the bathroom earlier. If I hadn’t been held up, then I would have been fine. Except apparently diaper pins weren’t as intuitive as safety pins, despite how I had always assumed they were more or less the same. I really did need to ask Kate for a lesson, as the whole problem earlier had been that I needed her to go to the bathroom with me, which is why I had to wait until it was too late.

This kind of diaper change was so much more arduous and time consuming than when I just wet myself, not to mention wasteful in the way Kate did it. A round of haphazard wiping, having me lift my ass so she could slide the full diapers away and place a fresh pair underneath me, followed by a more thorough pass with her wipes. If it were up to me, I would have just stepped into the shower and dealt with the second round myself.

Finally, Kate was done cleaning me up. She shook a healthy amount of powder onto the fresh padding before letting me settle onto it, then poured another mountain of the stuff onto my crotch before wrapping me up in the usual double diapers.

After pinning me in them as tightly as usual, she handed me a light pink t-shirt and nothing else. “Here,” she said, “Put this on. We’ll get you ready for bed in a minute. First, you need to be a polite little girl and say ‘good night’ to Aunt Miranda and our cousins.”