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  1. It's been ages since I wrote something. Then I did. Might be continued, might be a one-shot, who's to say. It's 100% down to how much I feel like writing and if I feel like writing this specifically. There's just no way to know. Anyway. --- As the beam of sunlight peeking through the gap in the curtains slowly moved across Emma’s room with the rising sun, it finally hit her closed eyelids. All she saw as she groggily woke up was red, keeping her tired eyes closed. Barely awake, she moved a hand to her panties under the duvet. She felt it on the part of the duvet that had been between her legs while she slept before she even touched her panties. “Dammit,” she thought to herself, slowly becoming aware of the soaked sheets and top around her body. She turned around to get her eyes safely out of the sunlight before opening them. She grabbed the calendar from her nightstand and put a sad smiley on the 17th of May. The second sad smiley of the week so far. Disappointed but not surprised, she threw the wet duvet to the floor, turned around and sat on her knees in the middle of the wetness. She threw her pillow, luckily still dry despite the lower part of her long dark brown hair getting wet, to the ground next to the duvet, and started stripping off her top sheet and the waterproof sheet underneath. Her white top and red panties started cooling down, but it was a warm day, already almost 20 degrees in the morning, and it wasn’t as unpleasant as it would’ve been just a month ago. She walked over to the bathroom, sheets and duvet balled up together in her arms. The upper half of her legs glistened with wetness, and drops were rolling down her legs, escaping the saturated fabric of both her top and her panties. She put them in the washing machine before stripping off her clothes and adding them to it. She turned on the shower, drowning out the sound of the laundry in process, and stepped in. The little bit of pee she had left in her bladder escaped her as she stepped under the water, like it always did, and she started cleaning herself. While covering her body in soap, she thought about her nighttime accidents. At the start of last summer, she had started keeping a bedwetting calendar again, right after her finals. That name turned out to be not so apt. The stress of trying to scrape through and getting good results had gotten to her in those supposedly final weeks of high school, and she had started wetting the bed again at 18, which added to the stress even more. The maximum number of subjects she could’ve failed and still gotten her diploma was two, of which only one was allowed in the core subjects in her profile. Unfortunately for her, she had failed four, which her parents weren’t too happy with. She had to option to re-take these exams a couple weeks after, and despite getting a sufficient grade on two of them, she had failed both maths and biology again, both being core subjects. She really thought she would’ve passed at least biology from the amount she studied. She definitely understood everything well enough to get a passing grade. But a few… mistakes had ruined everything for her. She didn’t like thinking back to that biology exam. She had shed so many tears over that. And while she had hoped her nighttime troubles would disappear after the exams, it didn’t. Now, at 19 and nearly a year after she had started wetting the bed again, she was still waiting for the first full week without a sad smiley face ever since she bought that calendar. If she could keep her bed dry over the weekend, she would at least still be able to tie her personal best, but that wasn’t worth much to her. She had done so several times already. This year was all about maths and biology. She didn’t need to re-take the courses she passed unless she wanted to improve those grades, but since the last result stands and she didn’t want to risk failing one of her lesser passing grades, she had decided to just re-take the two crucial ones. This left her with a lot of free time, more than enough to study, and the schedule worked out perfectly with both maths and biology on Mondays and Wednesdays right after each other. So she only spent time at school for a couple of hours on those days, and was free to manage her own time the rest of the week. This had the unfortunate side-effect of her parents forcing her to get a part-time job, which she really didn’t want to. She had worked in the local supermarket as a cashier until February, when she got fired due to a couple of incidents which she’d rather not reminisce about. It had given her some spending money, part of which she spent in bars on Fridays and Saturdays, and she personally felt she didn’t need to get another job, but her parents, of course, disagreed. Then, near the end of April, the perfect opportunity just threw itself at her. While checking for opportunities at the community board in the supermarket she used to have a job at, she saw one looking for a babysitter, which unbeknownst to her had only been posted a couple minutes before. Now, normally, babysitting jobs didn’t pay too well even compared to minimum wage at more traditional jobs, since they were aimed at younger people for only a couple of hours per week. But this one paid slightly more than minimum wage. Emma recognized the address; it was the biggest house in her small town, home to a couple who both had high-paying jobs working many hours, often at unconventional times. Some of their hours had recently changed and caused a lot of overlap, specifically on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. So, for the last couple of weeks, Emma had picked their 10 year old daughter Juniper up from school on Thursdays and Fridays, and spent her time mostly in the most luxurious house in her small town, until a couple of hours after her bedtime when her mother would come back from work, and on Saturdays she had to be there at 10, spending most of the day with Juniper until dinner, which she was free to join. Emma spent most of her day relaxing in the sun in the backyard, with a couple of breaks to move her laundry to the dryer and to remake her bed after it was done, as well as eating a small lunch. Since it was so warm, she drank a lot of water, but only had to use the bathroom a couple of times. With both her parents working too, she had the house to herself most of the day from Monday to Friday, which was absolutely fine by her since she could just do whatever she wanted all day. Watching series, playing games, and not studying since with only two courses, the hours between putting Juniper to bed and the end of her “shift” were more than enough for that. On Friday’s, school would be out at a quarter past two, and since it was just a 10 minute walk, she got ready at two. After soaking in the sun topless in the privacy of the backyard to avoid tan lines, she put on a short and thin black dress over the blue panties she was already wearing and some sandals, took her backpack with her books that she had already packed, and walked over to the only elementary school in town. She didn’t need to wait long until the bell rang, and a couple minutes later kids started pouring out of the doors, including Juniper. “June! Over here!” Emma exclaimed when she saw the black haired girl walk out. She was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans. Here eyes lit up. “Emma!” she said excitedly as she came in for a hug. The girl had gotten affectionate rather quickly, and Emma was always happy to see her too. Juniper was always so happy and upbeat. She had the kind of happiness Emma wished she would’ve had herself as a child. “So, what do you want to do?” Emma asked. “I wanna go to the playground!” June replied. “Alright, I guess the weather today is perfect for that,” Emma said. “Let’s drop off my stuff at your house and we’ll go there right away.” “But I wanna go now!” June said, with a tone conveying both excitement and disappointment. “Haha, you can’t wait for a couple of minutes?” Emma said. “Okay…” June said, moving her gaze to the ground. Emma really liked June. Despite not even wanting to think about having kids herself and the work that comes with it, she really cared for this girl, and didn’t want her to be sad. So, since the playground was two streets shy of being on the way back to the fancy house, she couldn’t help but turn that frown upside down and surprise her. As they came to the junction where walking straight on would lead them to the house, and taking a left would take them to the playground, Emma stopped walking. June took two more steps before turning around in confusion. “Let’s go left here,” Emma said. “I can maybe do some homework while you play anyway.” “You’re the best Emma!” June said, hugging her again. In two minutes, they were at the playground. Emma had to take big steps to keep up with June, who was skipping the entire way there. There were only a handful of kids there when they arrived. Emma sat down on a bench, got her biology book out and took a swig from the large bottle of water she always had in her bag. June started climbing some playground equipment. Seeing her happily play on her own, Emma opened her book on the human anatomy section, specifically the respiratory system, and started reading. The subjects were so much easier learning it for the second time, especially since she felt like she already had a good enough grasp of the material last year. Before she knew it, she was two chapters in, understanding every part so far. Between ending the second chapter and starting the third, she noticed the screams, laughs and overall noise had swelled quite a bit. She looked up to see that the amount of kids here had quadrupled, probably from the ones that did go home before heading over. It seemed like half the kids in June’s grade were now here. After a few seconds of scanning, she made eye contact with June, who had a constant smile on her face. She was now playing tag with a couple of kids around her age, all running in between all the playground equipment. Suddenly, June ran over. “Everything alright?” Emma asked. “I’m thirsty!” June exclaimed. Emma looked at her water bottle. It contained one litre when full, and she had drank a quarter of it so far. “Here you go!” Emma said as she handed it over. Immediately, June put it to her lips and started downing it, probably eager to get back to playing. “Hey! Don’t drink the entire thing!” Emma said as June kept gulping it down. “That’s all the water I have with me!” June handed the bottle back and ran back to her friends. “Thanks!” the girl yelled, facing away from Emma. Emma smiled; she was having so much fun, she didn’t want to waste a moment. Everything else was of secondary importance. Emma remembered being that age on these hot days, playing outside with friends, not having a care in the world except for the moment she was in. Those were some of the best days of her childhood. She looked at the bottle. Less than half of it was left. Emma was kinda thirsty too, having forgotten to sip some water every now and then. She took a large swig and made a mental note to not drink too much, or they’d have to head home next time June decided she needed to drink. And Emma wanted to give June as much time here as long as so many other kids her age were here too. Emma continued reading. After another two chapters, she arrived at the digestive system. Once again, in between sections, she looked up to see how June was doing. Apparently, she had been considerate enough to wait until Emma had looked up again, because June immediately came running again. They really raised her well. “Can I have some more water?” she asked. Emma looked at her bottle; a little over a quarter was left. “Okay but take a little less than last time! Leave some for me!” Emma said, as she handed over the bottle. Watching June gulping down the water once more, her bladder sent a signal to her brain. Slowly but surely, her bladder had been filling, and it had become quite full. But she didn’t want to end Emma’s fun. She’d be fine for now. But it’s another reason to not drink too much; she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom before she left to pick June up from school like she normally does. So when only an eighth was left as June handed the bottle back, muttering a quick “sorry” for drinking more than she had thought before running off to play the next round of hide and seek, Emma didn’t mind. Continuing her reading, the need grew more and more pronounced. She regretted not going before she left but figured it wouldn’t be a problem. June was small, and had drunk a lot of water, and despite her probably having went at school, she expected her to need to go before it became an emergency for herself. Being slightly uncomfortable, she regularly glanced up to see how June was doing. Apparently, another round of tag had started, and after 10 minutes of regularly glancing up at her, Emma felt weirdly relieved when she saw June run to a spot where she was safe from being tagged and crossing her legs, while intently watching the boy who was “it” at the moment. She would probably soon announce her need, and Emma felt safe lubricating her now dry throat a bit more with some of what water she had left, which had grown warm. It was getting harder to focus on her reading. She made slow progress through the digestive system. She was now keeping a keen eye on June, who seemed more restless every time she saw her, crossing her legs tighter and tighter, getting more fidgety. For a moment, she thought it would be a good excuse to just tell June she needed to go pee first, but Emma didn’t want to interrupt her. Moreover, she remembered her mother telling her this as a child and how embarrassing it was in front of her friends, and how often she wasn’t allowed to return. For now, Emma just crossed her legs tightly. She looked around and saw that nobody was paying attention to her; all the kids were playing, the parents that were there were just chatting with each other, and nobody remotely close to her age was around. She felt safe squirming a little bit and bouncing her legs whenever she needed to. When she finished the digestive system, her need had grown significantly. She was getting a little nervous, looked up and saw June openly pee dancing. Still, she didn’t want to embarrass her, or herself for that matter if she was gonna admit to this girl that the reason they had to got was that the 19 year old, not the 10 year old, was close to an emergency. Emma decided that June would come ask to go home on time by herself, and decided to keep reading. She hoped to distract herself and started the next chapter. The urinary system. Instinctively, Emma closed the book. She had studied a lot, and this would have to do. Now, all that was left to think about was her bladder, and wondering when June would finally decide she needed to go. But it’s better than also reading about the specifics of the urinary system at the same time. June seemed to just keep playing happily while fidgeting and occasionally doing an obvious pee-dance. Seemingly, her need was not increasing. She had been making the same kind of movements for quite a while now. Emma, on the other hand, with nothing to distract her, felt her need grow rapidly. She now had trouble sitting still, but she tried her hardest. Nobody was paying attention to her still, and she wanted to keep it that way. Paying attention to June, though, in her current state, didn’t work well for Emma, but there wasn’t much else to pay attention to. When June suddenly doubled over and put both hands between her legs, Emma felt a bit of hope. Hope, that this would be the moment. Her bladder contracted in anticipation. If anyone had been paying attention to Emma, they would see her eyes go wide and her entire body tense up. They would see her uncross her legs, part them slightly, and put a hand under her dress, causing the front to ride up a little, and look down at her crotch. Luckily for Emma, nobody did. “Shit,” Emma thought to herself, looking at the small dark blue spot on her panties. She quickly got her hand away and crossed her legs again, pulled her dress back in place and squirmed where she sat, with her arms straight next to her, both ending in balled fists gripping the sides of her dress. “Come on June,” she thought. She found her again in the exact same spot, still holding herself, getting tagged by a girl she knew was one of her friends. As if nothing was wrong, she straightened herself and started running after the pack of kids that were now doing their best to stay away from her. They were all running faster than her, which wasn’t the case before, but soon she managed to corner three kids against the fence, and just about managed to tag the last one as they tried to run out of the corner and out of her reach. As soon as she did, both her hands went back to holding herself, and she ran straight towards Emma. “Finally,” Emma thought, as she closed her bag and got ready to go. She had to clench her legs as she felt a second spurt escape her while uncrossing her legs, this time without feeling her bladder contract. She managed to regain control, but felt her panties grow significantly wetter. “Not a moment too soon.” As June got closer to her, Emma noticed there was fear in her eyes and her face had gone red, and not from a sunburn. “Emma, I need to pee!” she exclaimed loudly. “Okay, let’s go home then,” Emma said, trying to not sound like she had been longing to for quite a while. “Noooooo!” June screamed. “Sorry, I know you want to stay, but if you…” “No you don’t understand!” June said, slightly less loud now, but not with less panic. “I promise we’ll go back right after, all your friends will still be here,” Emma said, reassuringly. But this time June whispered. “No, you don’t understand… look!” June moved her hands away from her crotch, and Emma saw that the poor girl’s crotch had a little wet spot already. Emma felt a knot in her stomach. She felt like she had failed at her job and started to panic now, too; what if her indecision had caused June to have an accident in front of her friends? That is so much more embarrassing for her than telling her she needs to go pee a little earlier. “Oh, June, I’m so sorry, can you hold it for a couple minutes?” she asked. June shook her head, and Emma could see tears forming in her eyes. The wet spot on the crotch of June’s jeans grew a little. Emma stood up, and scanned the surroundings, losing another spurt. Just outside of the playground, there were some bushes that could give some privacy. It’s not ideal, but with no alternatives and not knowing how long it would be until June had a full accident, it would have to do. “Come, quick!” she said. She took June by the hand and started leading her towards it while she felt another leak go into her panties, the crotch of which was now truly soaked. Emma felt a few drops running down the inside of her legs, and she needed to get them out of there for two reasons. June used her other hand to resume holding herself, and all the way there Emma could hear her sobbing quietly. She felt so bad, June was having so much fun. She was the adult in charge; she should’ve cut the fun short so she could resume having fun just 15 minutes after. Then, June wouldn’t be crying right now, and on top of that her own panties would still be dry… “Hurry! I peed a little bit again!” June said while Emma was leading her towards the bushes. Overwhelmed by the adrenaline of making sure June doesn’t have an accident, Emma only realized she had been leaking even more when they arrived at the bushes and she felt increased wetness on her thighs and more and more drops rolling down her legs into her sandals, but her first priority was June. She pushed her in front between the bushes and the wall of the storage lot next to it, where the bushes were thickest. Emma saw that there now was a significant wet patch growing towards her butt and slowly seeping down the back of her legs. June, still sobbing, turned around with both hands in her crotch, but the wet patch was now ever so slightly bigger than the hands that obscured it before. “You can go here, hurry,” Emma said, but June just stood still. “I need you to help me…” she said, crying, voice cracking up, and the wetness expanding down past her knees. Emma wasted no time and quickly squatted down in front of June and reached for her button, but it was way too late. June had already stopped sobbing quietly and started crying loudly, and Emma saw the wet patch that was growing slowly, now at eye level to her, suddenly expand faster and rapidly going down to the poor girl’s shoes, soaking her jeans in seconds. June stood there helplessly crying while continuing to pee herself, turning the parched ground below her slightly muddy as her pee gets soaked up rapidly. June just kept going and going, and the loud hissing Emma heard was just too much. Her bladder contracted again, but this time, there was no stopping. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, please, no,” she muttered as she felt control suddenly disappear and pee trickling out of her through her panties. Already squatted down, she just tried to move her panties out of the way, but by the time her hand reached them, her floodgates had opened fully. She felt warm pee rushing through her panties, most of it forming a thick stream going straight through them and creating a waterfall onto the ground right next to June’s expanding puddle, the rest trickling down to her butt and soaking almost the entirety of the back of her panties. In this state, she still pulled her panties away, creating a thick stream landing between her and the girl she was babysitting. But when she felt part of it still strickling down her butt, she let go of her panties and just punt her hands in front of her face in shame, only realizing her right hand was now dripping wet with pee after she had put it there. The relief was ecstatic, but she felt so ashamed, peeing herself like a little girl, in front of the little girl that peed herself due to her mistake, with her wet right hand now hanging uselessly to the side. She continued to pee in this position until her bladder was fully empty, her panties obscuring half her vulva but still catching most of the pee. June had stopped peeing and was stunned to silence looking at her babysitter having an accident through her teary eyes, and it took Emma all she could muster to hold back her own tears. She felt drops of pee splattering back up to her legs and feet. When her stream died down to a trickle, way earlier than she expected, she looked up at June’s face, completely glistening with tears from her eyes down. “Are you okay?” she asked. “No… I peed my pants…” she said, her voice still cracking up. “Yeah, I know, so did I… I’m sorry, it isn’t your fault,” Emma said, trying to console June as much as herself. “Accidents happen sometimes, they can happen to anybody.” “Why did you have an accident too?” June asked. “Well… I already really needed to go, and… you know… Have you ever heard water running when you really needed to pee?” Emma said, trying to justify her accident. “Uh… yeah…” June said, quietly. “Well, when you were having an accident, it was kinda like that, and I just couldn’t hold it anymore,” Emma explained. “Liar! You were already peeing on the way here! I saw it going down your legs!” June said, almost angrily. “Oh, shit, ehm, yeah, like I said, I ehm, already really… needed to go… so…” Emma said, stumbling over her words. How did this kid notice that while she was trying to hold back her own flood? “But you’re a grown up!” June said, clearly thinking this was impossible before this very moment. “Well, I mean, sorta, but I don’t feel very grown up at the moment…” Emma said. “Anyway, we need to get out of here,” she continued as put her soaked panties back into place, feeling the warm wet fabric now against her entire vulva as she stood up. That was the moment she felt her dress sticking to the back of her panties. “Shit, no, not my dress too… Can you see?” Looking carefully at the back of Emma’s dress as she turned around, June answered. “No, but… everyone is gonna see me!” “Yeah… I’m so sorry, I know how embarrassing that is, believe me,” Emma answered, addressing the concern but not able to take it away. She wrung out the back of her dress as much as she could, causing a small trickle to fall into the puddle that had joined with June’s puddle. “Just… stay here, I’m gonna pick up my bag.” As Emma walked back to the playground the way they left, she felt her cheeks blush. Her sandals were squishing with every step, having gotten wetter than she thought would be possible from the position she peed herself in, but soon she realized why. She had seen June have a wet crotch at the playground, and just before she saw her lose it, there was no way that she would’ve been the one leaking all over… Her pants would’ve caught that, even if she had leaked more than she did. Yet, there was a trail of wet streaks, wet footsteps in the shape of her sandals and even some puddles on the concrete right where she had walked, the part where she was so focused on getting June a place where she could pee, that she only realized she had leaked a little afterwards, but this had been more than a little leak. Her cheeks flushed red as she realized she must’ve lost control of her bladder without even noticing, just because she was focused on something else… She felt so embarrassed! At least June knew when she was peeing herself… When she picked up her backpack, she felt even more embarrassed seeing a clear wet spot on the wood of the bench where she had been sitting before, and realized that second spurt while she was sitting there must’ve been significantly bigger than she thought at the time, since it was about 10 centimetres wide. There was nothing she could do but hope it dries in the sun before anyone sees it and links it to her, the one that was just sitting there minutes ago. Constantly aware of the hot air on her now slightly cooler soaked panties and hoping June was right when she said she couldn’t see that her dress was wet, because she sure could feel it. Just like how she felt drops escaping the fabric of her panties and going down her legs every now and then. “Okay, so… maybe if you hold my bag in front of you, and I’ll walk so they can’t see your back…” Emma said to June, who was a clear mess. One glance and everyone would know that she peed her pants. “I don’t wanna…” June said. “I know, but you can’t stay here either… let’s just get home quickly so we can clean ourselves up, okay?” Emma said. June reluctantly joined Emma, but it was no use. Within seconds of emerging from the bush, with the bottom half of her soaked pants still visible, the first kids noticed. On top of that, her shoes, soaked completely from all sides, squished significantly louder than Emma’s sandals with every step. “Look! It’s Junipee!” “Junipee! Junipee!” “Junipeed her pants!” Juniper started sobbing, dropped Emma’s backpack and started running past the playground. “Look! She left a trail!” one of the kids shouted, pointing at the trail of pee that Emma had left behind. She felt so guilty. She picked up the backpack and ran after Juniper, hearing the entire playground chant “Junipee! Junipee!”. Only the girls Emma recognized as June’s best friends stayed silent, with a sympathetic look in their eyes. Out of sight of the playground, with the distant chants finally stopping, Emma caught up to June. “IT’S NOT FAIR!” June screamed through fresh tears. “I know it’s not, but they’ll get over it, I promise,” Emma tried to console her, hugging the distraught girl. “WE BOTH PEE OUR PANTS BUT THEY’RE ONLY MAKING FUN OF ME!” June screamed into Emma’s tight embrace. “I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I should’ve realized before,” Emma said. She really felt like it was all her fault. June was pushing herself tightly into Emma’s arms, her face against her chest. She could feel the tears seeping through her dress, and she felt June’s wet pants against her legs, the top of the wetness just high enough to make the lower part of the front of her dress wet too. But that was the last of Emma’s worries. “WHY DO YOU GET TO PEE YOURSELF AND NOBODY SEES IT, BUT I PEE MYSELF AND EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME!” Emma didn’t know what to say. All she knew to do was hug her and get her home and out of sight as quickly as she could. When June was finally done screaming into Emma’s body and ready to move, she was sobbing the whole way home. When they got there a few minutes later, June ran inside as soon as Emma opened the door, and up the stairs. Emma closed the door and followed her, into the girl’s room where she had collapsed on her bed, on top of the duvet, crying. “Hey, June, it’s okay, I know exactly how you feel,” Emma said, spreading the duvet out a little bit and sitting down next to her. She felt uncomfortable sitting down and making June’s bed wet, but that duvet had to be cleaned anyway with June still wearing her soaked jeans. “NO YOU DON’T! NOBODY BUT ME SAW THAT YOU PEED YOURSELF!” “Yeah, today… but believe me, I know what it feels like. You have the bladder of a ten year old, it’s not that big, accidents happen. And I’m 19 years old and I still pee myself, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Emma said. It made June giggle a little bit through her tears. “You know, if I tell someone now that I peed myself when I was ten, nobody cares, or they’re like yeah, that happens to ten year olds sometimes,” Emma continued. “But the whole school is gonna know!” June said. “They’re all gonna call me Junipee again for the whole year!” “I know, kids can be mean, but it’ll blow over, and if you laugh along with them it blows over a lot quicker,” Emma said. “You’re saying I should make fun of myself?” June asked. “Not making fun of yourself, but like… fun of you having peed yourself, if you get what I mean? It’s very different. It doesn’t change anything about who you are, your best friends will still be your best friends, I know that for a fact,” Emma said, remembering the two girls that didn’t join in the chant. “But what if I start crying every time someone calls me Junipee?” she asked. “Well, that’s a good question. Maybe I should call you Junipee a couple of times, get all those tears out of the way before school starts again on Monday!” Emma said, in a tone that was so clearly ridiculous that June would realize there was no ill will. “Only if I can call you Emmapee!” June said. With a smile. “Score,” Emma thought. She had made her smile again. “Oh, you can, for sure,” Emma said. “It just doesn’t have the same ring to it, but you can if you want!” “Ugh, yeah, it’s not fair, I wish my name was Emma and YOURS was Juniper!” June said. “Yeah, but that one’s on your mom and dad,” Emma said. “Come, you should take a shower, I’ll wash our clothes and, you know, your duvet.” “Aren’t you gonna take a shower?” June asked. “Yeah, but you can go first.” “In the meantime, Emmapee, you should put five euros in the swear jar,” June said. “You said one naughty word three times, and another twice.” “Oh, right, I think I did, yeah. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly when, you know…” “I know, but it still counts!” While June was showering, Emma took June’s wet clothes and duvet and, for the second time today, started some pee laundry once she had added her own clothes. She put June’s sneakers in with it, but she feared her sandals wouldn’t survive it, so she rinsed those off under the faucet in the kitchen. She felt weird walking around naked in this house that wasn’t hers, but she wasn’t gonna put on someone else’s clothes before having a shower herself. While rinsing off her sandals, she got the “running water problem” again, and suddenly started peeing, a stream falling from between her labia, down her legs, making a tiny puddle on the tile floor instantly, even though it couldn’t have been more than three seconds. She was surprised that it happened with barely anything in her, but she realized it must’ve been because her bladder needed some time to recover. “Oh well, I had to clean up all those wet footsteps we left everywhere anyway…” she thought to herself as she relaxed, and small trickles kept flowing out of her until she was certain her sandals were now free of pee. With all the towels in the house being inside the two bathrooms that contained showers, and feeling uncomfortable walking through June’s parents room to get to their private bathroom, and that entire top floor being off-limits to her anyway, she didn’t know what to do until she could shower. And maybe get a towel to clean the floors first, starting with her puddle in the kitchen… Despite what happened today, she still felt it would be too embarrassing if June saw that. Since it was almost dinner time, she decided to put two pizzas in the oven, to be ready after her shower, and quickly went up, waiting for the moment June was done in the shower. She arrived just in time for June to open the door, wearing a towel. June stood still and looked at Emma for a moment. “I hope I look like that when I get older!” she finally says. “Your turn!” “Ehm, thanks I guess? I can promise you’ll get at least some of the features.” Emma was just happy June seemed happy again. As June walked into her room, drying her hair with a separate towel, Emma quickly grabbed a towel from inside and ran down to the kitchen. The puddle there nearly soaked the towel already, and she realized she would need a second one to clean up the rest of the floors. And that she would have to wash these, too. After cleaning everything and showering, and leaving the two pee-towels in the laundry room so she wouldn’t forget to put those in, she went down to the living room again wearing nothing but a towel. There she found June, watching a cartoon on TV, wearing some comfy sweatpants and a loose shirt. “Hey, aren’t you gonna put on some clothes?” June asked. “Well, I didn’t really plan on peeing myself so I don’t have any,” Emma said, making June laugh. “Besides, your parents’ bedroom is off limits, and I think we wear different sizes. And this towel fits just right.” June laughed even louder at that. “Fair, I guess,” she said when she was done laughing. “So, Junipee,” Emma said as she sat down, making June giggle. Emma felt great about apparently being able to lift June’s spirits again after her breakdown. “Yes, Emmapee?” she said, giggling even more. “Do you like pizza? Or should I throw it away and make some broccoli?” “Pizza! Pizza!” After dinner, Emma got June’s favourite ice cream from the freezer in the second kitchen, locked with a code June’s parents trusted Emma with but not June. It contained way more of June’s favourite ice cream than Emma imagined, and this was the first occasion where she felt it was warranted. Anything to still turn this in a good day for June. And as she saw the girl dig in and almost immediately give herself a brain freeze with every piece she could chisel off with her spoon, Emma got the importance of not giving June the code. Emma took it away for a little while for her own good, just to let it defrost a little bit, and let June pick out an animated movie to watch together. Emma was so sure she lacked any parenting skills after what happened today, but somehow she had managed to turn it around and make her happy again, seemingly not a worry on her mind about her accident before. Either she does have some parenting skills, even if they’re not in the “make sure the kid doesn’t pee their pants” category, or this girl just has easily liftable spirits. After the movie, Emma realized she should put the laundry in the dryer, and realized June’s bedtime was soon approaching. The duvet will definitely not be done before that. So when she put June to bed, June had to point her to where her spare bedding was. Turns out, she had a separate door in her walk-in closet containing more sets than you could ever need, for all seasons. “Rich people…” she thought. As Emma tucked June in, the girl spoke up. “Emmapee?” Emma chuckled. “Yes, Junipee?” “Can you please not tell my mom and dad that I peed myself today?” “Okay… if you promise not to tell them that I peed myself today!” “Deal!” When the dryer was done, Emma could finally wear clothes again. Back in her dress and panties, and also wearing her now dry sandals and generally feeling refreshed, she snuck into June’s room. She put the clothes she wore that day over the chair she usually puts them on herself, messing them up a little bit so they looked worn, and put the duvet back where she got the spare duvet from. Now all the proof of their… shenanigans was gone, except for the towels that were now in the dryer. Not wanting to come up with an explanation for two random towels in the laundry, she put an alarm on her phone to take them out later. It wouldn’t take too long, since it’s just two towels. Waiting for the alarm, Emma finally started reading the next chapter in her biology book. After 40 minutes of studying, her alarm came, and with that she put away the last bit of proof of her failures today. She was relieved that it all worked out in the end. As she settled back in on the couch, reading to finish the urinary system, she had trouble focusing. Her mind kept going over the things that happened today with June, and just couldn't focus. She was sipping her water bottle continuously. She kept reading and re-reading the words, but they just wouldn’t stick. Managing the emotions of June after her accident had taken a toll on her mentally and she got tired. Soon, all the words were swirling around. “45 minutes to go,” she heard over the speakers. But Emma couldn’t even see the paper in front of her through the tears. She couldn’t believe it. She had studied so hard, and she was throwing it all away. She understood it all. But even if she could see the paper, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the words. It was no use. She had barely gotten through half the exam. Why had she forgotten to pee before? With maths already probably failed as expected, this would send her to re-exams. She thought about how her parents would react. She thought about the university she was already enrolled in. But more importantly, she thought about her bladder. She was only allowed to leave half an hour before the end of the three-hour test. She’d fail, but at least she’d save some of her dignity. “Please let me make it for another 15 minutes,” she thought. But it was no use. Suddenly every muscle that had been strained so hard already went numb, and even through her tears she could make out her jeans darkening rapidly, and there was nothing to do but accept her fate. All the heads in the gymnasium turned towards her. She never imagined her high school years would end in such humiliation. First the bedwetting, and now this… Snickering could be heard all around her as she finished peeing herself during her final exams. How could she come back from this? There were still two exams to go, and all had seemed to go so well. It was all over for her. One of the examinators came over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. It was vague. She didn’t even know who it was. “Emma! What are you doing?” the examinator said. She couldn’t bring herself to react. “Emma! You peed yourself!” No reaction. “Emma! Wake up!” She opened her eyes, and saw the eyes of June’s mother staring back at her. “Finally! What happened?” she said. With a shock, Emma realized. That dream again. It always resulted in a wet bed. But this time, she wasn’t in bed. She was still on the couch in June’s house. Instinctively her hand shot down to her crotch. “No, don’t touch it! Why are you sitting in your own piss?” Now fully awake, Emma shot up. Her panties, soaked again. The back of her dress, soaked again. The couch, saturated with her pee. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I don’t know, I was so tired, I just fell asleep and… FUUUUCK” “You made quite a mess,” June’s father chimed in. “I’ll clean it up, I swear, I’m so sorry, ah, fuck, please don’t fire me,” Emma said, panicking. Her dress was dripping pee all over the floor and down the back of her legs, it clinging to her soaked panties, but she didn’t even notice. Her voice cracked. “I love June, she’s the best! I can’t go through this again…” “We’re not gonna fire you, if you promise to not use that kind of language around my daughter,” June’s father said. “It’s okay! We’re just surprised,” June’s mother said. “I’ll clean it up.” “No, please don’t, it’s my fault, it’s my mess, please,” Emma pleaded. She didn’t think she could handle the embarrassment of June’s mom cleaning her accident up for her. “Listen, it’s okay, you’re clearly very upset, just go home, take a shower and sleep it off, and we’ll see you tomorrow at 10, okay?” June’s mom said, in the most motherly tone. She was so nice, but it added to her embarrassment. Tears started streaming down Emma’s face. All she could do was nod and cry, receiving a hug from June’s mom before she was on her way. “Just know that we’re not mad at you,” was the last thing June heard before she started her walk of shame home, the tiniest bit of relief resting in the fact that she already knew that this dress didn’t get visibly wet. But she was very clearly crying, happy to not see too many people around on the streets. It felt like the one big advantage of living in a small town. At home, she jumped on her bed, clothes still on, crying in her pillow. After a while, she looked up just to get her calendar, and added a small second sad smiley to the day, in a corner next to the bigger one she put there this morning. She put her head back down, and soon, she was asleep again.
  2. 1, maybe we'll see some more desperation from Sarah, if there's *circumstances* we get to know immediately
  3. A, we've already shown Freya we are trustworthy. If she wants take the responsibility of owning the bottle to not get us in more trouble, we should let her. It'd be weird to intervene. After all, it is her bottle. Let's not start contradicting each other in front of the cops.
  4. B3 If you're worried about it being too much of a numbers game, just ditch the impact score with all the options you give. That way we have to think for ourselves what would impact it best and you can then reveal the impact based on what happens in the next chapter? Like only giving -2 law enforcement trust when that gets relevant from the text. That way you can keep surprising us about what's gonna happen. And also maybe saves you from having to balance the options so we don't all choose the "optimal" thing. So your second option seems like a good one to me.
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