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  1. That's an interesting thought. In my mind, the result would be a larger bladder, but it would still run into the issue of waiting forever before notifying her. Leading to larger accidents.
  2. Chapter 14: Getting Ready Lisa stepped out of the shower, she was happy to be clean again after peeing herself twice in the day. She was annoyed that her last attempt didn't seem to work, but she was running out of time and needed to start getting ready for her date. Her makeup, and hair would take a moment to get perfect. As she dried herself off, her eyes caught a glimpse of the pull-ups on the counter. "Should I try again while I get ready?" the thought almost sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined herself forgetting to take it off and having people at the restaurant laugh at her while she sat down to eat dinner with Craig. She knew it was a bad idea, but she needed answers. Lisa looked at the list she left on the counter next to the pull-ups. She realized she never marked down the results of the dress with underwear. She grabbed her pen and updated the list. * Dress + Undies: No Pull-up * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: Pull-up * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up "Fuck... I have to at least try for one more time." Lisa hated the situation she was in. She only had 2 hours left before she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. She knew it would be a 20-minute drive, so realistically she only had an hour and a half if she wanted to account for the time it took for the ride-share car to arrive. Lisa slid on the still dry pull-up she was wearing before she took the shower, threw on her sun dress again, and headed toward her bedroom to finish getting ready. She worked on her makeup, making sure each detail was perfect, next was her hair, time was slowly ticking by as she worked on making herself look perfect for the evening. She wanted to look drop-dead gorgeous. She didn't have too many occasions in her life where she could dress up like this, but she also knew Craig lived at a slightly higher life style than she was used to as well. Craig was extremely successful in his industry. She had no idea how much he made, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in the upper class when it came to income. The reviews and the restaurant website spoke volumes to that. From what Lisa could tell doing research online, the place had a six-month waiting list. You couldn't get in this place unless you planned ahead, or knew someone, and as far as Lisa could tell, it was because Craig knew someone. Looking in the mirror in her bedroom, Lisa closely inspected her hair, and makeup, ensuring it was just the way she wanted it for this evening. "Perfect!" Lisa was satisfied with the progress she had made. She looked up at the clock. She only had 40 minutes left before she needed to be picked up. Lisa pulled out her phone and scheduled a pickup to arrive in 35 minutes, giving them a buffer incase they hit traffic, and to give the app enough time to find a driver. Lisa stood up, and was about to remove her sundress when she remembered. She still had to try the experiment again. To see what would happen if she tried to pee herself while wearing the pull-up and in a dress, what would happen? She assumed that the pull-up would just stay there and soak up the accident, but she had to be sure. If it could change her underwear into a pull-up, what would stop it from turning a pull-up into underwear? Was the magic truly a curse, and actually instead of protecting her, would it intentionally humiliate her? Lisa walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower; she felt her heart racing out of her chest. She was so nervous to intentionally try and pee inside of a child's potty training garment. The idea sounded crazy, and the fact she was about to do it on purpose only made things worse. Lisa closed her eyes, focusing as hard as she could on releasing her bladder, hoping to pee herself now before she was out on her date. At least having an empty bladder would help save her, she would just need to be mindful to use it again before they left the restaurant and before she fell asleep. If she could do that, she should be safe from embarrassment, right? Lisa felt the pull-up starting to sag and swell up. She opened her eyes and had a huge smile on her face as she moved her dress around lightly, trying to see if she was leaking or if the urine was running down her legs. She was shocked to see neither was happening; the pull-up seemed to have stayed and absorbed the urine. Lisa lifted up her dress to confirm. Seeing the soaked garment made Lisa feel giddy. As much as she hated being in pull-ups, she hated peeing herself like a child even more. "Yes! Finally" Lisa felt she was starting to gain an understanding on how the magic affecting her and her life worked. She stepped out of her shower with a bit of pep in her step as she walked over to the counter excited to write down the results on her piece of paper tracking everything. * Dress + Undies: No Pull-up * Dress + Pull-up: No change * Jeans + Undies: Pull-up * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up Lisa knew she would have to do several more experiments before she could say for sure she knew how the magic already affecting her life had worked. *Ding* Lisa looked over at her phone; she saw a text from Craig, a notification from the ride-share app, and the time. She only had 20 minutes left until she needed to be in the car and on the road. She unlocked her phone to read the notifications. Craig: "See you soon beautiful. 😘" Her eyes, then caught a glimpse of the ride-share notification before she could even fully register how warm Craig's message made her feel. "Driver canceled, finding new driver" Lisa felt frustrated. She intentionally requested the ride ahead of time so this wouldn't happen, and now it looked like she was going to be late if she couldn't get a new driver soon. Rolling her eyes, she opened the app and went to look at what other options she might have. She was about to contact support, or try another one of the apps hoping that would work fast, but then she remembered she still needed to get changed. "Ugh! Not now, not today. Why can't things just go my way." Then it hit her, she did have a magical bracelet. When she wished she didn't need to take the bus, her mom offered to drive her around. Lisa didn't want her mom to drive her, not this time. She initially paid for a nicer car to drive her to her date. But that didn't mean she couldn't make a wish. Lisa knew she needed to get a move on, the longer she waited, the more likely it was she was going to be late. She wasn't sold on the idea of using a wish, not yet. She wanted to wait until this got a little closer, see if maybe the universe would just work itself out and she wouldn't need to. Still in the bathroom, she slid off the pull-up, tossing it in the trash, grabbed her extra clothes back into her bedroom, and tossed them on her bed as she grabbed the dress she picked out for the evening. It was a beautiful red dress, with a v-cut on the back, stopping just above her tailbone, leaving most of her back fully exposed. She wasn't going to be able to wear a bra with this dress, but that was fine with her. This dress was all about showing off for Craig. The shoulder straps were no wider than 3 inches, leaving her arms and shoulders just as exposed as her back. The dress had a slightly more modest front; the neckline was just enough to show off some cleavage without being too deep and exposing. She wanted sexy but with taste, and felt this dress was the perfect fit. Lisa slipped on a pair of the sexiest underwear she had left, which at this point was just a solid black pair of silky panties. She stepped into her dress, making sure she had it fitted perfectly in place, not accidentally exposing herself in any unintended or inappropriate way. She hadn't worn the dress all that much, but each time she did put it on, felt shocked as to how well it still fit her, and how good she looked in it. She paid some attention to her figure, but never obsessed over it, and somehow it always worked out in her favor. Satisfied with the look, she slipped on her heels, checking herself once again now wearing her heels. Making sure that her underwear wasn't on full display for everyone to see. The only person she hoped would be seeing those tonight was Craig. Lisa grabbed her bag she prepped. It wasn't a sexy purse; she wished it was. Instead, she had to go for a slightly more backpack style. It would cover a part of her back, taking away from the look, but some people might still find it attractive. The bag was clearly meant to be more of a fashion bag. It couldn't fit a lot, but she really just needed it to cover the morning. Lisa pulled out her phone, hoping to see the ride-share was there, or close to arriving. Instead, she saw the time was up; she was already at her 5-minute window, only having 25 minutes to get to the restaurant on time, with no driver on their way. No one accepted the ride. "Ugh! This is so unfair!" She paused for a moment, she knew she had to make a wish if she wanted to get there on time, but she had to be careful. She didn't want the wish to ruin someone else's life, like what happened to her mother. She cared so much for people that the very thought had her wanting to swear off ever placing another wish again, stuck with the reality she was in. "It's okay... This shouldn't back fire..." She was so worried to say her wish. She got in this place because of making wishes she didn't even know about, and the one she did intend to place, either didn't work, or made things worse. "I wish I wasn't late" Lisa closed her eyes, worried at what repercussions might take place with such a simple wish. *Ding* Confused, Lisa opened her eyes and looked at her phone. Apparently, a driver accepted the ride, and they must have been right around the corner, because they were already outside her apartment. "I really hope this doesn't backfire." Lisa couldn't think of a way this could go wrong, but to be fair, she didn't expect a wish about not needing to ride the bus would result in her mom getting separated from her dad.
  3. Chapter 17: Roomies? Brandon walked back in with his bags. He saw Brianna standing over at the stove with a piece of paper in her hand. Confused, Brandon set his bags next to the couch and approached her to find out what was going on. "What's that?" Brandon asked as he walked right behind Brianna. She turned to him and handed him the note to read over. "Hi you 2! I hope you both enjoyed the movie. We'll be asleep by the time you two get back. We didn't really talk about where Brandon would be sleeping while he stays here with us. Given you two love birds are destined to get married, I figured he could stay up with you Bri. I only have 2 rules. 1. Don't be too loud, some of us need to work. 2. No sex. Outside of that, I don't care what you 2 do. I was young once. Make out, cuddle, chat until you both pass out, I don't care. Just no sex, and don't wake us up. Love, Diane P.S. Welcome to the family Brandon" Brandon couldn't believe his eyes. He hoped this didn't give away his secret about proposing, but honestly, it likely wasn't much of a surprise at this point. He looked at Brianna, a little stunned. He knew her mom was pretty progressive, but this was a bit much, at least compared to his family. Something like this would never happen. "Are you okay with this? I know things got a little heated there for a moment. Would you be more comfortable if I slept on the couch?" Brandon felt awkward sharing a room with Brianna. They had just pushed their relationship to a whole new level. Growing up in a restrictive Christian home, he never imagined something happening like this. With so little relational and sexual education, he wasn't really sure what to expect as he fell in love. "No! I mean, if you are good with it. I'd like you to sleep with me." Her word choice hit her like running into a wall. Her face quickly blushed, as did Brandon's. "Not with me. I mean, if you want to share a room... I'd like that." She smiled warmly at him, awaiting his response. "Yeah, I think I'd like that. But I don't think we can let things get as far as they did." Brandon had mixed emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to be able to cuddle up to Brianna, to feel him next to him as they drifted off to sleep, but on the other, he didn't want to risk the potential of things going too far before they were both ready. "Don't worry, I don't have to pee anymore." Brianna gave a playful smile as she raised her eyebrows flirtatiously. Brandon just giggled and shook his head. He loved her playful nature. But he also knew their core beliefs were at jeopardy if they kept acting the way they did tonight. He knew he would have to have a serious conversation with her tomorrow, but for tonight, he would just enjoy the ride, without taking things too far. "Well, in that case." Brandon bent over slightly, as he took his arm and moved it behind Brianna's legs, in one swift motion he picked her up off her feet carrying her in his arms. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry her up the spiral stair case up to her room, but he figured they could at least have a little fun as he carried her over towards them, back near the living room. He still needed to bring up his bags anyway. "Shoosh!" Brandon tried to silence Brianna as she let out a light squeak from getting picked up again, only this time getting carried bridal-style. Her heart fluttered as he held her close to his chest. Even though she was just around him a moment ago, this felt different. Straddling him felt sexual and erotic; this felt much more... romantic. She knew Brandon had a strong romantic side to him, but she felt surprised each time it came out. "I love you." Brianna whispered to Brandon as he carried her away. "I love you more." He spoke softly. The moment was quickly ruined as the stairs were only a few feet away from them. Brianna didn't want to let go. She dreamed of having a man who would sweep her off her feet like he did. Well, not exactly like he did; she hoped it would be someplace more romantic than her parent's kitchen. But she wasn't about to complain either. She squeezed her arms around Brandon's neck, holding him closer for just a moment longer. "I need you to let go." Brandon broke her moment of peace. "I'll be up in a second. Why don't you get comfortable." Brandon didn't want to give up this moment either, but he also knew they would have the whole night together and all of tomorrow, and if everything went according to plan, the rest of their life. "I don't want to." Brianna was too afraid that if she let go, this moment would never come again. Their relationship had already gone through a lot. Each time they got closer like this, it seemed like his dad would cause them to pull apart. She wasn't sure if she could handle that again. "I know." Brandon paused. He knew exactly how she felt. He had the same feelings, but he at least knew that things were different this time. "I promise, I'm not going anyway. I just can't carry you up the stairs safely." He really wished that the house had a slightly different design, but he couldn't change reality; he could only adjust to it. "Okay, but you better hurry up." Brianna gave Brandon another squeeze before she finally lessened her grip and allowed him to set her down. She stared at him for a moment before heading up the staircase. Brandon quickly grabbed his bags and followed suit; he didn't want to keep her waiting any longer than he had to. Brandon made his way up the stairs and entered Brianna's bedroom. It was smaller than he imagined. He thought he might have room to sleep on the floor if he had to, but there really wasn't space enough for it. "I know it's not much." Brianna felt a little embarrassed about her room. She didn't keep it very clean, so there was laundry everywhere, as well as a bunch of different knickknacks. "No! Don't worry about it. When we get our own place, you'll have a lot more space." Brandon imminently realized he said too much. He managed to be so careful this entire time, and now he managed to slip up, hinting at his plans unintentionally. "That'd be nice." Brianna didn't read too much into it, just happy to be thinking about the ability to be out on her own, hopefully with the man she loved. Brandon set his bags down next to her bed. He looked at Brianna sitting on her bed in a nightgown. She looked so beautiful. Then it hit him. He was still in jeans and a T-shirt. He needed to get changed for bed, or he could just sleep in his day clothes. He wasn't sure what to do. He could sneak back downstairs to get changed in the bathroom. Brianna stared at Brandon. She saw his hesitation as he looked back at his bag and then back at her. He slipped off his shoes, leaving them near his bags. "Did you bring any night clothes with you?" She asked, unsure what he wanted to do, or was thinking. "Yeah, they're just in my bag." He paused, allowing a slight awkwardness to form between them. "I should probably go back downstairs and change." He reached for his bag when Brianna stopped him by touching his hand, meeting at the backpack. "Or... You could... you know..." Brianna was blushing at this point. The tension between them rising once more. She wanted him to feel comfortable around her. She knew her desire to see him change in front of her was wrong. But she couldn't help but suggest it. "Change in here..." She closed her eyes slightly, worried she might ruin things by even suggesting the idea. "I mean, if you are going to be staying here, it's your room too. It doesn't have.. to lead.. to anything." Brandon felt his mind getting flooded again with thoughts and emotions. The idea was so tempting. "I mean, rules are rules, and you're just getting ready for bed, right?" Brianna was justifying her suggestion more to herself than to Brandon. "Nothing wrong with that." She had no intention to do anything too far with him, but the thought of seeing him down to his boxers made her heart rush with excitement. She had been treating him with all these pee-related things; would he getting a little bare, be any worse? "I... I guess... you have a point." Brandon was a little uncomfortable with the idea, because of how close a call they had just had. But he knew that they could be responsible enough. "I really shouldn't. But I think that would be a little hypocritical. She has been amazing, and this would be no less of a tease than what she's done. Right?" Brandon pulled out his pajamas from his backpack and set them on the bed next to her. As he stood back up, Brianna grabbed his hand, following it as he pulled it back towards him, sitting up from the bed, and walking up close to him. She knew what she was about to do was a bad idea, but she didn't care. She looked up at him with loving eyes, signaling she wanted a kiss. He leaned down to give her a simple peck, but that only just got them started. She kissed him again, a little more passionately, but pulled back, stopping as quickly as she started. She looked concerned at first, a look of hesitation. Then, a huge grin crossed her face. She reached her hands under his shirt and started to lift it up. Brandon wanted to pin her on the bed behind her, but he knew he had to restrain himself. After removing the shirt, he went in for another kiss. But she stopped him, placing a finger on his lips with a playful smile. "Sorry, we agreed. I just wanted to help." She reached for the button on his jeans. Unbuttoning them, and sliding down the zipper. Brandon felt she was being unfair, but she was right. They shouldn't get carried away, even if she was being a tease. As Brandon reached for his waist, Brianna plopped herself back onto her bed, enjoying the show as Brandon removed his jeans and proceeded to put on his pajamas. Brianna was excited at what she saw. It was clear to see how excited Brandon got while just in his boxes. She got more than she was after with this little show she suggested. "There, happy?" Brandon had a huge smile on his face, as he stood proudly in front of her in his nightly attire. "Very, now get over here good-looking."
  4. Chapter 16: Almost Made it Brandon pulled up to Brianna's house. The drive back was a rush; every second it took was a chance for her to lose it and wet herself, each red light, every bump, stop sign, and turn. Brandon secretly hoped it would have been enough, but she miraculously held on. "Thank the Lord!" The whole drive was miserable for Brianna. She didn't want Brandon to stop. She figured if she had a real accident, that would be the best treat for him. But she also wanted to make it in time. She knew this whole experience was already something he was going to love, even if she did make it in time. Besides, she didn't bring a spare set of clothes, and there was no way she wanted to face her mom in wet jeans again. If she was even still awake. Brianna threw off her seatbelt and rapidly opened the car door, trying to make a beeline for it. She didn't care that Brandon didn't get her door for getting in or out of the car this time. She needed to pee, and badly. Brandon was quick in following suit. He wanted to see if she would make it in time. He tried to play it off as being caring and helpful, as he ran slightly faster than her, making it to the door just a second before her, opening it up for her. The house was dark, except for a dimly lit kitchen. The microwave above the stove light was left on, allowing for just a touch of light in the otherwise dark house. The family had already gone to sleep by the seems of it. This was a bit of a shock to Brandon; he thought that Diane would have wanted to talk with him first about sleeping arrangements. But that didn't matter right now. Brianna was caught off guard a little, too, but didn't really care. She needed to pee now. Brandon watched as Brianna tried rushing past the living room towards the kitchen, where the bathroom was off to the left. But just as she entered the kitchen, she lost it. Brandon saw her still rushing towards the bathroom but was able to clearly see the wet streak flowing down her legs. He quickly followed behind her, he was unsure if he could offer any support. He wanted to, but he also wanted to see the rest of her accident. Brianna ran into the bathroom; she just wanted to get on the toilet and avoid making any more of a mess on the floor. Forgoing modesty, she left the bathroom door open, focusing only on getting on the toilet. Besides, everyone was already asleep; it was just her and Brandon awake. She sat on the toilet as quickly as possible, not bothering with her pants; they were already soaked, so what was the point? As the current of urine flowed out of her, finally getting sweet relief, she looked up towards the door and saw Brandon staring back at her with a dumbfounded look on his face, practically completely in a trance. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment seeing him there. "Oh, my goodness. That was so hot... No! I need to be supportive. I can't take advantage of the situation." Brandon felt guilty for getting so aroused by everything that took place. Suddenly, he saw her look directly at him as he stood in the doorway. "Shit! She saw me." Brandon quickly averted his gaze from her, pretending to look at something else, but he knew she had seen him. He felt like a terrible boyfriend and, hopefully, soon-to-be fiancé. She wanted to treat him with a show, and now he managed to screw it up again by making things awkward. Brianna sat there as the last of her pee made its way into the toilet. She wasn't sure what to do. She felt embarrassed having an accident like this when she was so close to making it. On the other hand, Brandon seemed extremely flustered in a cute way. Obviously, this whole experience was a huge turn-on for him; there was no hiding that. She contemplated her options for a moment. Do they try to pretend this never happened and make it awkward, or does she embrace it and make this the best day of Brandon's life, and possibly for their relationship? "I should probably find her a change of clothes. That would at least be helpful." Brandon went to step towards the living room, where he saw a pile of clean clothes, but before he could get out of sight from the door frame, he heard words from Brianna that had to be a hallucination or something. His mind had to have been playing tricks. There was no way he heard her correctly. He froze on the spot, unsure if he had heard her correctly. "Hey, Cutie, where do you think you are going? You should come here." Brianna felt her heart racing. She had already managed to embarrass herself. What was she thinking inviting him in? What would she even do if he came into the bathroom with her? She felt like she was out of her league, having no clue what to do. She wanted to be cute, to be sexy, to keep the spiciness of the evening rolling. Just because she lost control and had a legitimate accident doesn't change the fact that this could be the night everything changes for them. It doesn't have to be awkward like they both were unintentionally making it. "What did you say?" Brandon had to confirm. He didn't want to overstep. The bathroom was always a semi-sensitive subject for him because of his Omorashi interests. Not only that, but it's inappropriate to walk in on someone while they are in the bathroom. At best, married couples could do so. "Come here, cutie." Brianna couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. He practically gave her an out—a chance to change her mind. Yet, she didn't take it. "What is wrong with me?" She saw Brandon slowly turn towards her and step into the bathroom very hesitantly. The atmosphere in the room was becoming tense. She wasn't sure what she would do or what he would do. She was just caught up in the moment. Brianna stood up from the toilet, taking a step or two forward away from it. She put on her flirtatious face again and stuck out her finger, curlingly it towards herself, clearly inviting him to come closer. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Brandon's eyes widened. He hadn't lost his mind. This wasn't just in his head. She was actually calling him to come closer, to approach her in her soaked jeans. His heart was pounding. The moment was better than anything he ever imagined before. It was different, not what he was used to fantasizing about. Normally, it would stop at the accident, but now it seemed like things were heating up. He slowly walked up to her, waiting for her to change her mind or for reality to come crashing in. But neither happened. Instead, he stood directly in front of her, staring down at her beautiful eyes. She stepped up on her tiptoes, opening her mouth slightly, clearly wanting to say something in a whisper. Brandon tilted his head to hear what she had to say. "I had an accident." Brianna's words were soft and seductive. She hadn't planned anything out; she just wanted to be attractive and thought doing something like that would get his attention more than she already had. She slowly leveled herself back on the ground, getting off her tiptoes. Brandon had a huge grin on his face. He couldn't believe she would play along and do something like that. Caught up in the moment, Brandon leaned down and kissed Brianna passionately softly wrapping his hands around her checks. Brianna felt the world fall to the background, she was just as caught up in the moment with Brandon. She had completely forgotten about her soaked pants. She reached for Brandon's hands, and guided them towards her butt. Brandon gripped the seat of her soaked jeans, not caring that they were soaked with urine. He was too excited about the moment, he and Brianna passionately kissed each other. Brandon reached a little lower, getting right behind her thighs as he picked her up, throwing her legs around his waist, making her straddle him. Just as he got her into a good spot, she stopped making out with him for a moment, looking in directly in the eyes, with a slight look of concern on her face. "We should stop. Before we go too far." Brianna kept her voice quiet. She didn't want to wake her family. The act of Brandon picking her up, in the way she's imagined a thousand times, caused reality to come crashing back in. No matter how much she wanted this, no matter how much she wanted him to carry her up to the bed, it didn't change the fact that this was her parent's house, and they weren't married yet. Brandon nodded and placed her back down on the ground. He wanted so badly to keep going. But he knew she was right. They both had the same belief that Sex should wait until they were married. Just because he had every intention of getting married to her, it didn't change the fact that they weren't even engaged yet. Besides, he couldn't risk losing his only place to stay for now. He told Diane that he would be able to find a place, but realistically, he wasn't sure if he could. "Yeah, You're right. I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away." Brandon rubbed the back of his head. He didn't want to make things worse for them, but picking her up like that was a bit much. Kissing was one thing, that was another. "No. No. It was my fault. I got caught up in the moment. I let it get too far. Let's... just get ready for bed. Why don't you go grab your bags while I get changed?" Brianna felt guilty for leading him on like that. Her feelings completely blocked out her conscious for a moment. "Yeah, good idea." Brandon knew it was already pretty late and that getting to bed would be their best idea. They could talk more about this tomorrow if they needed to. Maybe they could talk more deeply about what happened while touring the apartments. Make sure they didn't mess anything up.
  5. Chapter 13: Experiments "This is stupid. I've lost my mind." Lisa held the two diuretic pills in her hand, with a cup of coffee in the other. "I can't believe I am about to do this to myself." She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, and then in one quick motion swallowed the two pills along with the remainder of her coffee. "Okay, here we go I guess." Lisa went over to the table, pulled out a notepad, and pen. She knew in order for her to fully understand how this magic worked, she'd need to take notes on what the different outcomes were. "Let's see, I guess first up is..." She looked back down at her waist to confirm what she was wearing. * Shorts + Undies: She wrote on the piece of paper. Starting to create a bulleted list to keep track of everything. "Let's see, then I guess we need to confirm what happened yesterday. * Skirt + Undies: * Dress + Undies * Jeans + Undies: * Yoga pants + Undies: "Shoot, I don't know if I'll have enough time to test all of these." Lisa looked at the clock and saw it was already 10 am. Her date was in 8 hours; would that be enough time to test everything, get ready, and arrive at the restaurant on time? She tore off the list of scenarios, and set it aside, opting to streamline her list to the most important items. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: * Jeans + Pull-up: "There, that should at least get me through today, and tomorrow." She stood up from the table feeling slightly proud of herself for coming up with the highest priority items first, then it dawned on her that she was already wearing shorts, it would be a waste to no include them on the list. "Fine, one more." * Shorts + Undies: She grabbed the list, and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a caffeinated soda from the fridge. The sooner she had to pee the better. She chugged it down semi-quickly and filled up a water bottle. "I am so going to regret this." Lisa was worried about what she was doing. Having accidents over the last few days was already humiliating, but now she was setting herself up to do it several times in a row intentionally. It was like she was asking to be humiliated. But she knew that if she couldn't get this solved, it was only going to keep ruining her personal life and, if she wasn't careful, the lives of those around her. Lisa retrieved a small decorative water fountain she got from a Christmas gift exchange from her closet and retreated to the bathroom. She plugged in the fountain, allowing the slight sound of water to begin flowing. She hoped the sound and the fact she was in the bathroom would help her feel the need to go more often so she could get through her rounds of testing. With no urges present yet, Lisa made her way back to her bedroom, and grabbed a few outfits for her experiments. She grabbed a cute sundress, the pack of underwear, the pull-ups, and two pairs of jeans, just in case she managed to wet one of them. She hoped that she would just wet them. At least then it would be consistent, then she could talk to a doctor about getting some help. Lisa set the clothes over on the bathroom counter as she entered the shower ready to make her first attempt. She didn't have any urges to pee yet, but she also hadn't gone at all this morning besides when she was sleeping, so now was her chance. Given that she already had a full cup of coffee and that soda, there had to be something in there by now. She focused as hard as she could to get her bladder to let go. She couldn't tell if it was working or not. Then she suddenly felt it, her groin area started to feel wet. Lisa quickly looked down to see if her underwear had changed into the pull-up like it had done so many times before. To her dismay, they didn't, she saw a large wet spot growing between her legs, going only a short distance, as it reached the end of the leg holes. Lisa felt both relieved and frustrated. She was happy her underwear didn't change into a pull-up, but frustrated not understanding why. She stepped out of the shower and removed her wet clothes; stepping towards the counter, she pulled out her piece of paper. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up "Well, I guess that solves that question. But now, I need to see if it'll happen with my jeans. It has worked on sweatpants and my suit, so it should. But I was also around other people, so this should give me some idea as to whether it's what I am wearing or if it's where I am wearing it." Lisa tried to approach the subject with a sense of discovery, like some sort of detective. She had to solve this mystery. Otherwise, she risked making a fool of herself while at Craig's tonight. She took a few large swigs of water as she put on a fresh pair of underwear and jeans. She felt like it was going to take a little bit before the water made it's way to her bladder, along with the rest of the soda, so Lisa decided she could make herself another coffee, and watch a little TV to try and relax. Lisa sat on the couch, sipping away at her coffee, fitting in large gulps of water in between, trying to rush the process and force her body to pee again. She had only watched one episode of the latest drama before she made her way back to the bathroom shower to try round two. As she walked toward the bathroom, she took note of the time; 11:30, she had already lost an hour and a half; she only had 6 hours and 30 minutes until she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. "I might be able to get through the main ones I need to today. I've already lost an hour and half, and still have four more experiments to try. If I can manage to pee now, that'll leave me with three left. If each one takes an hour and I half, I'll be done in four and a half hours. That should work perfectly." Lisa stepped into the shower again, it was time to see if it had to do with her clothes, or if it was where she was peeing. She focused her efforts on her bladder again, trying to get it to release, even though she couldn't tell how full it was. She managed to let go a lot easier then when she first tried, feeling a warmth and dampness spread in her groin area. Lisa opened her eyes, and looked down at her pants to see if they were getting wet, or if the pull-up showed up this time. "Yes!" Lisa shouted, her pants remained dry. She was starting to get some clues to how this thing worked. But, the celebration was short-lived, as she realized that not only was she down another pair of underwear now, but she also was wearing a Child's training garment. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the shower removed her jeans, and pulled off the soaked pull-up. It was rather heavy, clearly getting close to its limit. Lisa tossed the soiled pull-up in the trash and proceeded to change into her next outfit. This time, she wanted to know what would happen in a dress. She took off her shirt, replaced her underwear, and put on the dress. It was a casual sundress, but definitely over the top for just chilling at home. She didn't have much of an option though, she needed to wait for her bladder to fill up again before she could try again. Before she left the bathroom, she marked down her results on the piece of paper she brought in with her to keep track of everything. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: Pull-up * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up Lisa knew another coffee would be pushing her luck. Having three already so early in the day would likely make for a rough night. Instead, she refilled her water bottle and grabbed another soda, chugging it down quickly and returning to the couch for another round of shows. *** Lisa got a little caught up in the moment watching her shows, completely forgetting to check on the time or about her experiments as she watched the latest drama, getting sucked into the show, not wanting to miss a moment as the next episode started playing automatically. Suddenly, in the middle of her third episode, she felt her bladder scream at her, breaking her from her trance of show-watching. "Shit!" She shot up off the couch and ran toward the bathroom, briefly looking at the clock, seeing that it was already 2:30; she managed to lose track of time for three hours. Just as she closed the bathroom door, she felt she was too late, she wasn't able to make it to the shower in time, she stubbled forward getting in another step or two, but the splashing sound her urine made as it hit the tile floor in the bathroom, was enough of a sound to tell her it was already too late. Lisa held her head in shame. She was trying to pee herself, but she wanted to do it on her terms. This wasn't what she had in mind. "Shit... only have time for one more try. Then I have to get ready. I guess I should try the dress with a Pull-up. I need to know if that'll at least work if I go out in dresses later." Lisa knew she was low on time, but after confirming that pants would create a pull-up, or at least jeans would, but dresses wouldn't got her wondering, what would happen if she wore some form of pants under her dress or skirt. Would that work? Not wanting to waste more time, than she already had, Lisa quickly removed her soaked underwear, tossing them into the dirty laundry pile, along with her shorts and other underwear from earlier. She opened up the package of pull-ups her mom had bought, staring at them briefly, hating the thought that she was about to willingly put one on. She didn't want to make a mistake like she did before, so this time, she set a timer on her phone for 90 minutes. She was determined to finish this last experiment before she had to get ready. She took several more gulps of water, hoping it would reach her bladder before her timer went off, giving her a chance to ensure the pull-ups would stick around if she did need to start wearing them. Lisa didn't want to get distracted again, so instead of watching TV again, she opted to start getting things ready for tonight. She grabbed a backpack from her closet, putting in a few things she would need for the night and for the next morning, including a new pair of clothes. She opted to go for pants, she felt they were likely to be the safest move for now until she figured out what other options she had. She only wanted to wear a dress if she had to, unless the pull-up thing worked out, but even then, it would have to depend on the dress. The low cut on the back of her dress she was planning on wearing tonight would have risked showing off the pull-up; instead of risking it, she'd rather wear underwear. At least if those got shown off, it might be considered a little sexy. The thought made her feel a little warm on the inside. A little maturity after all that had happened so far this week. She was a little bummed out that most of her underwear was gone now, in the laundry with her mom, meaning she didn't have a matching set. Lisa placed a nightgown into the bag as well, just in case she had a chance to change into it before going to sleep. She wanted everything to look perfect for their date tonight, as she setup her makeup to do after her shower and getting cleaned up. There was no way she was going to let anything ruin her night with Craig. They both had crazy schedules, so finding a time to go out for a date felt like mission impossible, but they managed to land on tonight, even though Lisa had work the next morning, it was worth it. Time practically flew by as Lisa got ready, before she knew it, her phone alarm was going off. She was startled for a brief moment, after getting caught up in getting ready. She got up and went into the bathroom, stood in the shower, and tried to let go of her bladder. She stood there, focusing as hard as she could, but nothing was happening. "Come on! This isn't fair" Lisa was frustrated about the situation. She waited an hour and half like she did the first time this morning, but nothing happened. "Ugh! I don't have time for this." Frustrated, Lisa stripped down so she could take a shower and get the urine off of her from the different experiments she did.
  6. Chapter 15: Movie Date Brianna sipped on her soda throughout the movie. Brandon was excited at the potential of repeating what happened last time at the movie, but with a little less awkwardness this time and without coming across as a jerk. He couldn't help but check in on Brianna throughout the movie. Each time she took a sip, he felt himself get a little excited. It wasn't until about halfway through the movie that she started showing signs of needing to pee. Brandon looked over at her with a smile on his face. He loved Brianna, and the fact that she knew now about his interests only made him feel overjoyed each time she started to hold off going to the bathroom. "Shoot, not already. I know I wanted to give Brandon a little show, but so soon? I hope I can hold it until after the movie. Peeing in the middle of it would be so embarrassing." Brianna knew drinking the soda was going to hit her bladder pretty quickly; she just didn't account for the length of the movie when she was planning on the drink she bought. The signs were initially small; he noticed her rub her legs a few times and cross them occasionally. But now, she had her hand between her legs, squeezing her legs tightly. He could feel his heart racing with excitement. Suddenly, Brianna turned her head and stared Brandon in the eyes, causing him to blush lightly. "Shoot, I think he noticed already. Well... there's no hiding it now, might as well mess with him." Brianna still felt self-conscious about her bladder, always needing to pee so often. But she also loved seeing Brandon's reaction any time she said or did anything around it. Brandon loved seeing what she was doing and how she cared enough to do something as silly as holding in her pee. Just to get a reaction out of him, he couldn't help but feel flustered each time she caught him looking at her. He knew he liked it, but the fact that she was intentionally doing this for him made him feel... vulnerable. He wasn't used to someone knowing, especially someone so close to him; he wasn't sure if it was better or worse. Brandon tried to act inconspicuously, but he knew he was already busted. Brianna leaned close to him, clearly looking like she had something to say. He didn't know how to respond. He leaned in to hear what she had to say. "I have to pee," she whispered in his ear. As she leaned back to a sitting position, Brandon caught her flirtatious smile again as she lightly bit her lip. Brandon smiled back at her. He was getting aroused by her actions. He couldn't help it. She was too amazing not to. He leaned closer to her, similar to what she did to him. Only when she leaned back in towards him he placed his hand on her chin, turning her face towards his, as he leaned in and kissed her. "Whoa! I've wanted to kiss him forever, but the fear of what his dad would do has kept him holding back. Why the sudden change? Just because I'm holding my pee? That seems weird, but then again, so is this whole thing." Brianna couldn't believe what was happening. She had dreamed of this moment for months; now it was finally happening. "Oh, is that all I have to say to get a kiss from you?" She grinned at him as she stared him in the eyes. Brandon shook his head. He knew she was just being silly, but it was working. Brianna leaned in for a second kiss before pulling herself back to her seat. "I really hit the jackpot with her, didn't I?" Brandon felt his heart warming as he stared at her. At this point, he didn't care about the movie; she was all he needed. He wasn't sure how long he stared at her. Looking at her made time feel like it stood still. She leaned in closer to him again, wanting to say something. "Crap... I REALLY have to go. I'm not sure if I can hold it until the end of the movie." Brianna wanted to treat Brandon, but at this point, she was starting to worry if, instead of a treat, she would just end up embarrassing herself. "He's staring at me. At least he's cute about it. Those eyes are so loving. Ugh, if only he'd stop, he's making it harder to hold it in. I want to let go so bad." Brianna was trying her best to hold it in; she knew there was no way she was going to make it home before she burst, if she could even make it to the car. "Hey, eyes on the screen, buddy; you paid good money to be here, remember? You'll get your show." She pulled back again with a grin on her face. Brandon wanted so badly to steal her away from the movie, to someplace secluded for them to spend some alone time together. But he knew they wanted to watch this movie and that other people were around. He'd have to wait until after the movie to see what Briana had in store for him. Brandon tried his hardest to focus on the movie, but every movement from Brianna only reminded him of her current situation. He felt like the movie was taking forever to finish. He wasn't sure if that was because of the movie's writing or the fact that he was excited about getting out of the movie. "Thank you Lord." Brianna walked out of the theater with Brandon, excited to finally have a chance to get some relief. She was hurting at this point. Somehow, she managed to walk out of the theater without loosing composure. She didn't want to look silly, walking out with her legs crossed needing to pee, when there was a bathroom right around the corner. But as they approached Brandon's car, she couldn't keep her composure anymore. Brianna sped walked over to Brandon's car, squeezing her thighs as close together as she could manage, both hands firmly placed in her lap, trying to keep the floodgates closed. As she ran over, she had to stop a few times to regain control, nearly losing it on the walk over. "Hurry up!" Brianna wanted to get away from the theater before she let go. She didn't want to pee herself in the parking lot. Brandon was practically speechless. Everything Brianna was doing was straight out of a fantasy. She was super desperate and bursting. He couldn't believe his eyes that she was doing this to herself. The only thing that would have made it better is if the theater's bathrooms were closed. Not wanting her to feel embarrassed, Brandon rushed over to the car, quickly unlocking it with his remote so she could get in. Even if he wanted to see her lose it right then and there, he knew she was doing this for him, so giving her the privacy and support she needed to do this the way she wanted to is what mattered to him. Brianna hastily opened the car door and got inside. Brandon half expected her to start peeing herself before she got in the car, but she didn't. It was clear that she wanted to leave the area before she did anything. Perhaps she just wanted to give him a show of being desperate instead of peeing herself again. She had already done it a few times, even if one was an actual accident. "Ugh! Why did it have to be pee-related? Couldn't he have been into something else? Like massages or something? " Brianna hadn't felt this desperate since she worked on her chicken pen. "Please, let him drive fast, and no red lights. I might be able to make it if I'm lucky." Then it hit her: what was she going to tell her mom if she peed herself again? It's been a while since her mom caught her when they went to the movies last, but needing to face her again now that Brandon was staying over. What would her mom think? What would she say? Would she pick on her in front of Brandon? "Shit... Should I just have Brandon stop by a gas station before we get back?" "So, what did you think of the movie?" Brandon had gotten in the car at this point and was starting it. Brianna kept quiet. Brandon couldn't help but notice her current state. Her legs were firmly pressed together, her eyes shut, and her face was one of concentration. It was clear she was struggling and severely uncomfortable, way past her breaking point. Brandon drove off, hoping he could get her home in time to make it to the bathroom before she had an accident. He felt tempted to take a longer route or to drive slower. He did tell her that he liked being the cause of an accident, but he also told her that she would be the priority. Based on the looks of her, it seemed like this time would be better for him to make her the priority.
  7. Hi there! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I aim for Sunday, I actually have it set to automatically publish on Wattpad, but sometimes forget to update the stories on here until later. I’ve had some interesting life changes that’s been keeping me a little occupied. Plus my mother in law was staying with us this last weekend, so I avoided working on stories, and these sites while she was here.
  8. Chapter 14: You Kept That? "Are you excited that we are finally getting to see this movie? I honestly thought it would have been taken out of the theater by now." Brandon asked Brianna as he parked the car at the theater. "Oh my gosh, yes! It's been a nightmare trying to see this silly thing. Now we can finally check it off the list of movies to watch." Brianna felt excited to spend some quality time with him. It felt like it was weeks since the last time they were at the movies, and she peed her pants for him. But that was all behind them. Now, they could focus on the present and watch the movie they've been trying to watch for a while. "Yep! That's one down, now, we only have..." Brandon pulled out his phone and went to the notes section on it. He had created a list of every movie they talked about watching. "Wait, what is that?" Brianna saw Brandon had a note open on his phone. The text in it looked familiar. "Oh? This? It's the letter I wrote you. My spelling isn't the greatest, so I always write my letters on here before I write them by hand and mail them out or give them to you." Brandon thought nothing of it. "You still have that?" Brianna felt her heart flutter. Why would he keep such an unnecessary thing on his phone? It was just taking up space and cluttering things up. "Of course I do. I try to keep everything I find important to me." Brandon cared for Brianna; even if their relationship was a "fleeting romance," he wanted to remember it for the rest of his life. There was no way he would delete something that he took so much time and effort for the girl he loved. Brianna was lost for words. She knew he felt deeply for her, but this was a bit too much. She stared at him momentarily in stunned silence. "You ready for the movie?" Brandon asked while getting out of the car. He could scratch this movie off the list after, they saw it. Before, at this point, it felt like a jinx. "Uh, yeah." Brianna was still shocked. Brandon rushed over to her door, opening it up for her. She slowly stepped out of the car. She wanted to be closer to Brandon. But she didn't know how. They talked about their future together, their dreams, and getting married one day. But would that ever happen? The mess with his father made it seem impossible, and they were both broke. How were they ever going to be able to afford a life together? "You okay?" Brandon saw the hesitation in Brianna's eyes. "Brandon. I can't do this." Brianna felt her emotions flooding her. Tears crept up in her eyes, on the verge of flooding down her face. "What do you mean?" Brandon was caught off guard. What had happened? He seemed fine a minute ago. They finally had a chance to watch their movie, and he had everything lined up for their future. What did she mean by "Can't do this"? "Do you not want to see the movie? Is it too late for you? I can take you back home if you want." "No, that's not what I mean. I want to watch the movie. But I love you, Brandon. I want to be with you, but with your Dad and everything. I.. I just don't see how it's possible. I don't want us only ever to be going to the movies on a Tuesday. I'm working until I'm dead tired, and you're living in hell with your Dad. No offense." The tears were flowing down her cheeks at this point. "I want us to do those things we dreamed of. I want to be with you." Brandon walked over to Brianna, he was already a few steps ahead of her walking towards the theater. He out stretched his arms, trying to give her a hug if she wanted it. She was much more of a hugger than he was, but she always felt too vulnerable asking for them, given her past with the men who took advantage of her. Brianna hugged Brandon, her tears dampening his shirt. "I wanted to wait until after the movie before I told you." Brandon tried to comfort Brianna, but his words only made her look up at him with a suspicious look on her face. What did he want to tell her, that he wanted to wait until after the movie? It didn't make sense. "I... I Left my Dad." Brandon sounded a little shaken up and awkward as the words left his mouth. "What?..." Brianna couldn't understand what he meant by that. "What do you mean?" "I want to be with you too. I've been working on some things for us. But I don't want to ruin the surprise. Can you give me a couple more days as I get everything settled?" Brandon didn't want to hint at too much. But he knew he had to give her something to work with. "I guess?" She replied, sounding very confused. She had no idea what he was referring to. "If you left your Dad, then where are you staying?" "Well... That's the thing. I spoke with your Mom after I left my Dad. When we got back, he and I got into a big argument, and I basically told him to take a hike. That you weren't a fleeting romance that you and I have a future together, and that you were exactly what I need in my life. That you were a perfect fit for me and that we've been through a lot. Enough to prove that I know our relationship can stand the test of time. We aren't just some young adults pent up on hormones. Our cores, as a couple, are a perfect match." Brandon paused for a moment, seeing Brianna's face turn into a smile, with the tears still pouring down her face. She looked like a hot mess. "So I grabbed my bag and left after I said what I needed. But, I obviously needed a place to stay, and frankly, your mom was the first person who came to mind. So I explained the situation and told her my intent with my plans, and she agreed to let me stay at your place tonight. But! If you aren't okay with that, I'll just be on the couch and out first thing tomorrow morning. I can find another place to stay." "What? Of course, I don't mind. You need a place to stay. I'm glad it can be here with us instead of the streets." Brianna couldn't believe he stood up to his Dad like that. For her? Did he really mean everything he just said? "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you. I know this came kind of out of left field." Brandon pulled Brianna away from him temporarily, wanting to see her reaction. "Brandon. This isn't out of left field. Your Dad is a dick, and we've known this could have happened at any moment. I just didn't think you'd be the one to stand up to him like that. I thought he would have just kicked you out instead." "Same. But with everything that has happened these last few weeks, I couldn't let him control my life any longer." Brianna went in for another hug at his words. She has never felt closer to him. "So... Want to try and still catch the movie?" Brandon asked, as her arms wrapped tightly around him. "Oh! Uh, sure." She pulled away from him with a slight blush on her face. She began walking towards the theater without giving him a chance to say anything. In a bit of a playful and spicy mood, she gave him a special look. He had no idea what thought crossed her mind, but he knew she was feeling much better than when they arrived. The look was almost flirtatious. Brandon wasted no time in catching up with her. He got in font at the ticket counters, and got them two tickets for the next showing. "What do you think about snacks this time?" Brandon asked Brianna, slightly hoping for a repeat of the last time they had been to the movies. "Hmmm..." Brianna pondered for a moment. There was a playful smile on her face. She was clearly flirting with him at this point, just in their own unique way. "Sure!" She semi-skipped over to the concessions stand. "A large Coke, please, and a candy bar." She wasn't sold on the idea yet of giving Brandon a little treat, but she wanted to give herself the option, just in case. Brandon had a huge grin on his face at this point. Brianna was being too cute. He knew exactly what she was doing and loved every second of it, even if it was just a tease. "A medium root beer for me, and a small popcorn." Brandon paid for their goodies, and they headed off for their theater room. It was basically empty, it looked like there as only two other couples in the whole theater room. Which made sense, the movie had been out for months at this point. It was likely that the movie was to be removed from the theater soon. But they didn't mind, the place to themselves felt kind of nice. They still weren't into "fooling" around in the theater, but it didn't mean they couldn't share a kiss or two, and hold each others hands.
  9. Chapter 9: Rude Awakening Ashley shifted uncomfortably in bed and then suddenly opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw she was in her childhood bedroom, surrounded by her favorite toys and the comforting presence of her parents. "Hi there, sweetie, having trouble sleeping?" her mom asked in a smooth, comforting tone. "Was I just dreaming? The mannequins, Steve, my entire life? No, that can't be. Am I dreaming now?" "It's okay, sweetie. Try to get some sleep." Her mom leaned over and kissed her forehead, followed by her dad. They both walked over to her bedroom door, pausing for a moment to look at her. Ashley wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt relieved not to be in the nightmare of the daycare. She was comfortable, loved, and safe. "Love you, Mom and Dad," she spoke, her voice much younger than she remembered. She was a child. "Awe! Isn't that sweet, Elysia?" the mom said, but her voice twisted, turning into the same sound she heard from one of the mannequins. Ashley's eyes widened in fear as she looked around her room. It began to change, the walls melting away to reveal the abandoned daycare around her. "The sweetest." her father spoke, only he was becoming the other mannequin, their faces morphed into the eerie mannequins that had trapped them. "No, no, this can't be real." Ashley started to panic; she was back to her adult self. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed, trapped in her bed as the mannequins approached, their lifeless eyes staring down at her. They began to speak in unison, their voices echoing with a chilling tone. "You can never leave," they whispered, reaching out to her with their stiff, plastic hands. Ashley felt a wave of terror wash over her as she realized she was completely trapped, with no way of escape. In a panic, she struggled to free herself from her bed, but it was as if she was glued in place. The mannequins leaned closer, their faces contorted into sinister smiles. And then, without warning, Ashley felt a warm sensation growing beneath her. She was wetting the bed in her dream. She closed her eyes as the mannequins were inches away from her face. "Oh no, sweetie, did you have another accident? It's been years, what happened?" The voice was her mother's again. "huh, what?" Ashley was completely confused. She slowly opened her eyes to see her parents standing above her once more. "Honey, you're 23. You can't keep peeing yourself like this." Ashley looked down and saw that her bed and pants were still soaked from when she thought she had peed. "At this rate, you're going to need diapers." Ashley felt a pit in her stomach at her mom's words. They didn't even diaper her when she went through her bed-wetting phase as a child. Now, she has one accident, and they want to diaper her. Wait. She is an adult. They can't diaper her. "It's a good thing we have them in your size." the voice changed again. Ashley looked up at where her mom was standing to see one of the mannequins holding out one of the childish diapers she was put in when she arrived. Ashley shot up in her bed. She looked around and saw she was back in the nursery, in the crib she had fallen asleep in. The shame and humiliation of wetting her bed washed over her as she woke up, drenched in sweat and tears. It took her a moment to realize it was just a dream, but the fear lingered. The image of the mannequins replacing her parents burned into her mind. Then she felt it. Her crotch was damp. She did wet herself in her sleep, but she was wearing the diaper, saving her from the humiliation of a soaked bed. Suddenly, the lights switched on. Ashley looked over to the door as the mannequins walked back in. Looking over at Steve, she could see him and the others slowly waking up. Both Nick and Steve gave a huge yawn as they stretched. It looks like they at least had a good nap. "I hope you all had a good nap. Does anyone need a diaper change?" Elysia asked as she walked over to Nick first. "Looks like someone does. Nyxara, can you take Nicky as I check on the others?" "I'd be delighted. He is such a good boy." Ashley was shocked to see how much Nick played along with their games. He was easily in his 30s. How could he be okay with getting treated like this? He had a pacifier in his mouth, smiling happily as the mannequin took him away, practically snuggling up to the thing. "Good job, Kelly! At this rate, you might be ready for big girl undies for bedtime." Ashley could clearly see the frustration on Kelly's face. If looks could kill, that mannequin would be dead. But hearing that Kelly could be back in underwear made Ashley blush. She used to wet the bed all the time as a kid, and now she did it again. What if she started having issues again? Would she be stuck wearing a diaper to bed each night until they escape? "Oh God, I can't let that happen." "Are you going to be a good girl, Kelly? Can I trust you to stay in here as I check on the others?" Elysia asked her. It seemed to Ashley that the mannequins didn't have the same relationship with Kelly that they did with Nick. Was Kelly someone she could trust to help them escape? Kelly simply nodded at the mannequin's question. "Alright, you be a good girl now. We wouldn't want you to get hurt... now would we?" The pause in its voice sent a shiver down Ashley's spine. She was told that this one was dangerous, but would it really injure them? It was supposed to be the nice one between the two of them. The mannequin picked up Kelly and carefully placed her on the ground, watching her closely to see if she would run off. Kelly just looked at her feet. It was clear to Ashley that Kelly feared this one and didn't want to push her luck with it, even if she hated it. "Good girl." The mannequin shifted its focus to Steve. Now, how did my little Stevey do?" Steve was unphased by what happened with Nick and Kelly; he didn't really care. He was just happy to no longer be around the other mannequin. "Good. I tried to tell you we aren't babies. There was no way I was going to use these stupid diapers on such a short nap." Steve was still mad about Ashley's comment, but maybe if he agreed with her, they would finally figure it out. The mannequin gave a robotic chuckle at his comment. "Someone is talkative already. That nap must have done you wonders. Now, let's check that diaper of yours." Steve wanted to resist, but he knew these things were ten times stronger than them, and resisting only seemed to make things worse. "Good job! Looks like you managed to stay dry, too." Ashley's heart sank as she heard its words. She didn't want Steve to use the diaper, but she also didn't want to be the only other one who woke up wet. "Now, young mister, normally I would ask if you could be responsible enough to stay in the room while I checked on your friend here. But after seeing your behavior today, I think you're going to have to stay here while I check on little Miss Ashley over there." Steve felt frustrated by its words. He wanted to be let out like Kelly, then while its back was turned, they could have made a run for it. But now, he was stuck in the crib. The mannequin walked over to Ashley's crib and picked her up out of it. "Oh my, you little miss, you really need a diaper change. You soaked it. Let's go get you cleaned up." Ashley blushed as the mannequin carried her away from the others and over to the changing room. She could see Steve as she was carried away. His face started off as one of confusion, quickly changing to a smirk as if he was happy about her needing to get changed. "What the hell is with that face? Is he happy I'm getting changed? What the fuck? That's so messed up."
  10. Chapter 12: Morning Surprise Lisa lay in her bed; her room was cold still from the night's sleep. Her bed was so warm, cozy, and inviting. It basically spoke to her to stay in bed all day. She knew she couldn't, but what would be the harm in another five minutes? Stretching lazily, she reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand, only to recoil as she slightly exposed her legs to the cold air. She felt the breeze on her skin; it was chilling. But it was chilling in a different way. Lisa tried to brush it off, and adjusted her blanket, but she noticed the feeling didn't go away. It felt like she was damp. "What the...?" Lisa's heart sank as she realized what had happened. This was the first morning she woke up without a screaming need to pee. Her eyes got huge in shock. She pulled back the covers to reveal the evidence of her accident. "No, no, no!" Lisa's frustration boiled over as she stared at the wet fabric surrounding her. She had completely soaked her bed. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. It's been years since she last wet the bed, so far back she couldn't remember. "You have got to be shitting me," she spoke slowly, lifting up her wrist to look at the bracelet. "You did this, didn't you?" she asked the Bracelet as if it were alive. With a heavy sigh, Lisa swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling defeated before the day began. She glanced down at her wrist, where the cursed bracelet sparkled innocently, mocking her with its twisted power. "I hate you," Lisa muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with bitterness as she reached to unclasp the bracelet from her wrist. But, as always, it remained stubbornly in place, refusing to yield to her desperate attempts to rid herself of its cursed influence. Grimacing with frustration, Lisa set about cleaning up the mess and changing her sheets. She stripped the bed, tossing the soiled sheets into a pile in the corner of the room. "This is so embarrassing." Lisa couldn't help but give herself a facepalm. "I've got to get this thing figured out. The pull-up didn't show up again, so there has to be something causing it to appear." Lisa felt stumped. She didn't know why her underwear turned into a pull-up sometimes, yet yesterday at the coffee shop, and now this morning, they didn't. Lisa opened her dresser drawer to get some new underwear for the day. As she reached for a pair, she noticed the large open space where the package of pull-ups were. Her heart sank as she thought about last night and the conversation with her mom. She just yelled at her mom about not needing them, and yet she peed her bed. Maybe her mom was right in getting them for her, but she wasn't about to admit that. Lisa grabbed herself a clean pair of underwear, leaving only one left. "I really need to get laundry done." Lisa looked back at her pile of soaked bedding. "Well, if I wasn't going to do it before, I sure am now." She sighed reflecting on how wild these last few days had been. She needed to get this thing under control, before she did something she couldn't recover from. Lisa cracked open her bedroom door, trying to see if she could hear her mom. "Please don't be awake." Lisa couldn't tell. It seemed like the coast was clear. With her clothes in hand, she quietly snuck out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. If her mom was asleep she didn't want to wake her. The last thing Lisa wanted to deal with was talking to her mom about bed-wetting issues. Carol heard Lisa open her door. She wanted to greet her this morning and apologize for last night. She hoped that Lisa had a chance to calm down and wasn't so flustered. She turned the corner and looked down the hallway. Lisa had her back toward her, closing her door slowly. Carol was about to say something when she noticed Lisa was trying to be sneaky. Narrowing her eyes, she saw Lisa's current state. "Oh my. She is having nighttime trouble. Her nightgown is soaked. Now I feel worse. She likely wouldn't have felt so self-conscious about wearing one last night if she had gotten them herself." Carol wanted to go and reassure her daughter. She could only imagine how embarrassed she must be. "... I... should probably just give her some space. Let her get cleaned up first. I'm sure she'll ask for the pull-ups again if she really wants them, but just to be safe, I'll offer to take them back to the store today after breakfast." Carol ducked back into the kitchen. She kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert Lisa that she was awake. Lisa turned around, tip-toeing her way toward the bathroom. She was grateful she was going to be able to get in there without her mom seeing her. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door just as quietly as she did her bedroom. "Thank God! I didn't wake her". Lisa felt a wave of relief hit her. She quickly began her morning routine, not wanting to be in her gross pajamas any longer than she had to. Lisa felt refreshed as she stepped out of the steaming shower. She knew she had a busy day ahead of her. She needed to get laundry done so she could have more clean underwear, she needed to figure out how the stupid bracelet worked with the pull-ups, and she had her date with Craig later tonight. "Shit! I have a date with Craig. How am I going to get everything done? I can't experiment with peeing myself to get the pull-ups to show up with my mom around... ugh! why does everything have to be so hard!" Lisa got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She would mainly be lounging around the house until she met up with Craig, so she wanted to be cozy while taking care of the apartment. *Ding* Craig: "Morning, beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight." Craig's message put a smile on Lisa's face. She really liked this guy. He was such a charmer. She felt like she might have met the perfect guy for her. Now, if only she was confident she wouldn't blow it because of this weird magic that's been affecting her life. "Should I call off our date until I get this thing figured out?" Lisa stared at the Bracelet. "That might be never." She knew she had no way to tell how long it would affect her life. If she folded now, there was a chance it would never go away. If Craig really was the one for her, then he would be open to her, no matter what. "I mean, what's the worst that happens? He finds me in a wet pull-up?" The thought sent a shiver down her spine. "That's...fine... plenty of women pee themselves." She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't working. The more she thought about the situation, the worse she felt. Lisa: "Can't wait! I got the perfect dress for tonight. 😉" She hit send before she could talk herself out of going on a date. "What did I just do?" Lisa gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom and grabbed the basket she used to collect the clothes for laundry day. Feeling relaxed and glad her mom hadn't caught her, Lisa opened the bathroom door and entered her bedroom to collect the soaked bedding. She felt her mom wouldn't have had any idea about what was happening, so she would be safe to go about without any issues. Lisa entered the kitchen to see her mom had already cooked breakfast. "Wow, this is amazing. Thanks mom." Lisa felt warmed by her mother's gesture. She didn't expect anything from her, outside of the occasional ride here and there. She honestly thought after the conversation they had last night, that her mom would have given her the cold shoulder or something. "It's my pleasure, darling. I told you, while I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to make the best of it." Carol smiled. She wanted to help out Lisa. She knew having bladder issues this early in life must have been incredibly hard. She didn't want to be a burden, and if she could help by simply cooking a meal, she would. "Is there anything I could help you with today?" "This is perfect! I could ask her to run some errands, and then she'll be out of my hair while I experiment. But, what do I have her do?" "Umm... I need to get some laundry done. The dryer in my unit is broken, so if you could take my clothes to the laundry mat and get them dried, that would be great!" Lisa felt bad about lying to her mom about the dryer, but it was the easiest thing she could do to get her out of the house. "I have a date with Craig later tonight, so I won't be home for dinner... Or the night." Lisa blushed slightly with a playful smile. "So don't wait up for me." "Oh?!" Carol hadn't heard much about Craig other than he seemed like a good guy. She knew they had been dating for a while, but it still seemed strange to her. Hearing that her adult daughter was going to spend the night at another man's house. She felt like she would never be ready for Lisa to be grown-up. Seeing her run her own life and have her own relationships still felt weird to her. "Umm... Yeah, I can do that for you. Do you want to pop your load into the wash before we sit for breakfast?" "Oh, yeah. That's a good idea." Lisa was grateful her mom took the bait. Now, she could focus on getting this magic pull-up thing figured out, and then she could go on her date worry-free. She quickly tossed her soaked laundry into the washing machine first; she didn't want to give her mom any chance to find out about the experiments she was planning. Nor did she want her to realize she was just piling lies on top of lies to her mom. Lisa returned to the dining table, where she got lost in thought while eating breakfast with her mom."How am I going to test this thing?" Lisa was playing with the bracelet around her wrist."I mean I can drink a ton of water and stuff, but without getting any signs that I need to go, I won't know when to try. Plus, my bladder can hold a lot, so this might take forever. I could make a wish... but that hasn't been working out in my favor, and I don't even know what I did to get to this point." Lisa couldn't help but flash back to Thursday, the ride home on the bus, desperate to pee, and making the stupid wish. "I wonder if there is something I can do to increase my need to pee, without magic? Doctors, I bet, know of something." Lisa pulled out her phone and did a quick internet search. "What can make you pee more often" Nothing good came up on the results. She just saw symptoms. Things like UTIs, or drinking caffeine. She was already drinking a coffee with breakfast, but there had to be some type of medicine that doctors use. She changed her search "What medicine makes you pee" "Jackpot! Diuretics. I wonder if I can get those delivered?" "What are you doing, sweetie?" Carol asked, seeing her daughter engrossed in her phone. She could see a concentrated look on Lisa's face mixed with confusion. It was as if Lisa was trying to understand something, but Carol had no clue as to what it was. "Huh? Oh, nothing. I just needed to look something up real quick." Lisa was caught off guard by her mom's question. She set her phone aside on the table and took another sip of her coffee. She hoped the coffee would help in her plans. She didn't intend to be rude toward her mom; she just needed a solution, and she needed one soon. "Okay?" Carol didn't quite buy what Lisa was telling her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lisa was hiding something. "While I'm out, can I pick you up anything from the store?" Lisa's eyes widened. She didn't want to tell her mom about the diuretics; she had intended to order them using a grocery delivery service. "I don't think so. I won't be around much today and just need a ride home from work tomorrow." Lisa didn't want her mom anywhere around her as she tried to understand the magic that was currently affecting her. "I'm bringing an overnight bag with me. Craig is going to give me a ride to work in the morning. So just getting laundry done honestly would be a huge help, I only got one pair of underwear left, which I'm bringing with me." "I can do that. Do you need me to pick you up some more? I was thinking I could take those nighttime underwear back to the store and get a refund for them. So it wouldn't be an inconvenience." Carol might have known that Lisa had an accident last night, but she didn't want to bring any attention to it. She hoped Lisa would be willing to open up about her struggles. Lisa blushed, thinking about the state she had woken up in this morning. "Nah, it's okay. Don't worry about returning that 'nighttime underwear' either. You don't have to take it back if you don't want to." Lisa didn't want them, but if she wanted to experiment properly, having a few variables would help her better understand the magic affecting her. "Are you sure? I really don't mind. I'm going to be out anyway." Carol tried to act surprised. She was glad to hear Lisa suggest keeping them, even if she wouldn't come out straight and ask for them to stay. "Yeah, seriously, don't worry about it. Where did you put them anyway?" Lisa wanted to act as casually as possible. She had a feeling her mom was catching on, but there was no way she would openly admit that she wanted her mom to leave them. Admitting she might actually need them would be the most embarrassing thing. "I left them leaning up against the couch." Carol wanted to leave them where Lisa could have easily grabbed one last night. She knew Lisa likely wouldn't, but giving her daughter the chance made the most sense. "Oh, okay, great. Thanks," Lisa got up from the table and quickly cleaned up after breakfast. Just as she got the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the washer machine shut off. She rushed over and placed the load into a basket for her mom to take. "Okay, mom, laundry is ready for you." Lisa wanted to get her mom out of the house as soon as possible. She kept getting a notification from her grocery delivery service on updates to her order and how far out it was. "Oh? You don't want to wash the rest of your clothes here?" Carol was a little put-off. She felt that Lisa wanted her out of the house as soon as possible, but she had no idea why. They seemed to be getting along fine this morning, so what was the rush? "Umm... I don't want to hold you up. Besides, I got a ton of... stuff I need to work on here." Lisa realized how her actions might have seemed. She wanted her mom out, but even she knew she was acting weird. "Um.. okay, I guess I'll get ready then." Carol felt a little hurt. She wanted to help her daughter, but this wasn't how she thought it would go. "Thanks, mom. You're the best." Lisa didn't want to hurt her mom, but she was running out of time. The tracker on her phone said the person would be here in 5 minutes. She took the basket of laundry out to her mom's car, walking with her, as she rushed her to leave. "Do you need anything else?" Lisa asked, she was clearly distracted. "I don't think so unless you changed your mind about the nighttime underwear?" Carol wanted to check one last time. She didn't want Lisa to keep them if she really didn't want to. "Umm..." Lisa felt trapped. She didn't want to admit to wanting to keep them. But she also needed them, so telling her mom to take them back out only make things more complicated. "Yeah, don't sweat it, I can donate it at work, we are doing a kids drive for like a foster home" Lisa knew she was lying, but at this point she was willing to do anything to get out of this awkward conversation. "Oh! That's nice of you. Should I pick up some more then?" Carol wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but she did know her company did things like that, and she had no problem getting some extra stuff to make those kids life easier. Besides, the size was way too big for most of the kids that might need them. "No!" Lisa practically shouted. She was already embarrassed that her mom had bought a pack in the first place. "I mean, don't worry about it; I already gave a bunch of stuff last week," Lisa blushed at this point. Her lie was going to backfire on her, she knew it, but that didn't matter; she could always come up with other excuses and give a donation if it helped her story. "Oh. Okay, well I guess if you don't need anything else, I'll be on my way then." Carol was shocked by Lisa's reaction. She wasn't normally someone who would shy away from giving more things away. It was pretty clear at this point that she was hiding something, but they had already ended things last night on a bad foot, starting the next day on one, when she wasn't likely to see her for the rest of the day, sounded like a bad idea. So, she decided not to push the subject any further. "Yeah, I'm good, I'll see you tomorrow" Lisa quickly slinked back into her apartment, avoiding making eye contact with her mom. She felt horrible treating her mom this way, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. Lisa snuck over to the window, and watched as her mom drove off. Lisa let out a huge sigh of relief. She was grateful her mom was quick. It was perfect timing, too; within moments of her mom driving off, Lisa got a notification notifying her that her driver was there. She stepped away from the window and went to meet the driver out in the parking lot when she heard a knock at the door. It was her order. "Thank you!" She grabbed the items from the driver, giving him a small $5 tip for picking her up a set of unconventional items: a bottle of diuretics and a new pack of women's underwear. She closed the door and leaned up against it. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." Lisa was nervous at the thought of intentionally peeing herself repeatedly just to see what would happen. The idea sounded like the most idiotic thing, but what other option did she have? Placing another wish could just make things worse. She had a date tonight, and if she didn't have at least some idea of how this thing worked, she would risk looking like a fool in front of Craig and a restaurant full of fancy people.
  11. Chapter 8: Naptime "Wait here, young miss, while I get your friend here a diaper change. I'll check on you once he is all cleaned up." The mannequin carrying Steve and Ashley spoke as it set Ashley into one of the cribs in the nursery upstairs. "Now, as for you, stinky mister, let's change you. I hope you learned your lesson about misbehaving." Steve simply nodded slowly. He didn't want to listen to these things, but also after what he just went through, he's not too sure about not listening to them either. Nyxara took Steve out of the nursery and across the hall to the changing room. As much as Steve wanted to be out of this diaper, he knew he was just getting into another one. He wasn't sure what was more humiliating, the fact that he would be getting a diaper change or the fact that he needed one in the first place. The mannequin gently set Steve on the changing table. He felt his soaked and messy diaper squish from under him. As much as he hated the feeling, he was already starting to get used to it. Getting out of this thing and into a new one would be so much better than what he had to deal with for the last while he was here. He wasn't sure how long he was like that. He hasn't seen a single clock since they got here. All of the windows had thick curtains that let in no light. Without their phones or watches, there was no way to tell how much time passed while they were here. Steve began to wonder. How did that man know he's been here for years, then? Without any sense of time, couldn't it have just as easily been only a matter of months or even days? He must have some way of tracking time. Steve was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even pay attention to what the mannequin was doing. He didn't really want to. It would only make him feel worse about his situation. Trying to keep himself distracted, he began looking around the room. He remembered the last time he had been in here. The mannequin had placed Ashley's phone up on the shelf. Steve glanced over at the shelf above his head, trying to see if he could spot her phone. "No squirming, mister. I'm almost done." The mannequin spoke in a commanding manner, breaking Steve's attempts to be anywhere but here mentally. He looked down to see the mannequin placing the diaper tapes around his waist. His diaper was already changed, and he didn't even notice it. "Alright, up we go, now let's get you into some comfy pajamas." the mannequin grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, standing on the changing table. Steve focused solely on the shelf above his head. He had to see if Ashley's phone was on it. More importantly, he noticed that standing on the changing table put the shelf just ever so slightly out of range. Realistically, if Ashley gave him a boost, he could reach her phone that's up there! "Here we are. These will be perfect." the mannequin held out a baby blue footie pajama set. It had little blue cartoon whales all over it. "Are you gonna be a big boy and help put them on, or do you need me to help?" It held open the onesie in a way that allowed Steve to place his foot in it. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to wear such a childish piece of clothing, but at least he wouldn't be subjected to it dressing him. Reluctantly, he stepped into the onesie, being careful not to trip. Within a matter of moments, he was securely zippered into the garment. "Thank you! Good job, young man!" Its words felt more like a mock instead of encouragement. Steve had no way to tell when it came to these things. It seems like they think they all are children, but at times, it seems more like it's trying to be condescending. "Now let's get you off to your nap." Nyxara picked up Steve and took him back to the nursery. Looking at the shelf, he couldn't tell if his phone was up there, but he could make out the faint outline of Ashley's. "How are those two doing?" Nyxara asked the other mannequin. "Angels as always. It seems like we might have a bit of a troublemaker. That one has been trying to climb out of her crib since the moment you turned your back. Luckily, it's too tall for her. We might need to help them fall asleep, it is their first day here." Elysia walked over to Steve in Nyxara's arms with a smile on its fake face. "Probably a good idea, this one was very well-behaved. No fussiness at all. I think he might have learned his lesson. In fact, he was so good that he even managed to help get himself dressed. We might have a young man here in no time." Every word the mannequin spoke felt like getting a knife twisted into Steve's side. He blushed a deep shade of red, knowing that Ashley just heard every word of that. How would she ever look at him the same after everything that's happened? Nyxara walked over to the open crib and placed Steve into it, laying him down on his back. She then tucked him in under a blanket. "There we go, sweetie. You get some rest," it spoke softly to him, then pulled out a pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. His eyes got huge. He never thought he would have one of these in his mouth as an adult. Steve quickly scanned the room, looking at the others, confused about what to do. He saw the other male and female in cribs across the room. Both of them were in the same situation as him. Both were tucked in under a blanket and had a pacifier in their mouth. Not wanting to create more trouble for himself, he just left it in and began to close his eyes. Realizing he didn't know if Ashley was safe, he stopped himself. He saw the mannequin leave him and walk over to the crib next to him where Ashley was. "Alright, young miss. How are you doing? Do you need a diaper change?" the mannequin pushed Ashley on her back, trying to reach her crotch area to undo the buttons and check on her diaper. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Ashley screamed at it when it went to grab her. "Of course, I don't need a change; I'm not a baby!" She screamed, not realizing how hurtful the words were to Steve. He felt a stinging shot at his ego and self-image. Mad at her comment, he didn't bother to try and see what happened to her. Instead, he just rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. Hoping when he awoke that this whole thing would turn out to be a nightmare. "Miss, that's enough. I know you're tired, but this is no way to act." Nyxara was having some trouble getting Ashley to stay still long enough for her to undress and check her diaper. Unlike the changing tables, there were no straps to keep her contained. "Elysia, can you help me with this one? She is being a bit of a pickle." Elysia rushed over and pinned Ashley's arms to the bed as Nyxara unbuttoned her onesie, getting a clear view of her diaper. "Looks like someone is dry. Let's just leave her in this one. I'm sure it can hold any accidents that may happen. She is too tired to try and get changed." Nyxara told Elysia as she pulled the onesie up towards Ashley's head to remove it. Ashley blushed at the mannequin's words. Recalling her childhood issues. She prayed that they wouldn't rear their ugly faces again. It's been years, and she was an adult now. She hasn't had any issues in forever now. Just because they were being treated like children didn't make them one. Right? Reality quickly came crashing back in as Ashley felt the cold air from the room on her stomach. She was about to be in just a diaper in a room filled with mostly strangers, leaving everything on full display. "Why isn't Steve doing anything!" She thought. "Steve! Help me, for crying out loud!" She shouted, hoping for him to come to her rescue. Anyone to come to her rescue. "Shhh, Sweetie, the others are trying to sleep. Now stop being so difficult," Elysia said to her. It was clear the mannequins were starting to get frustrated at the situation. Ashley was doing everything in her power to prevent these things from violating her again. She did everything she could to keep her arms pinned to her sides, not wanting them to remove the childish onesie dress she was placed in. But it was of no use. Elysia used its arm to keep Ashley pinned to the bed while it slipped her arms, one by one, through the sleeves. Finally getting the majority of the garment off. Ashley felt mortified; she was lying in a crib with just a diaper on, her breasts on full display for anyone to see. The mannequins finally let up now that the onesie was off, freeing her arms. She quickly wrapped them around her chest, doing her best to hide her breasts. "Let's use this one; it'll be easier to get off." Elysia handed Nyxara a nightgown with tank top style shoulders. The shoulders had snaps, making it so it could be taken off either way. Ashley wanted to refuse, seeing the bright pink dress, but it was a better option than remaining naked. Ashley sat up and threw her arms up, hoping they would take the chance to cover her up quickly and without difficulty. "Thank you young miss." Nyxara spoke, pulling the nightgown over her head, and into place. Ashley hated every word, and sound out of these things mouths, but having something to wear still beat being exposed. Nyxara, then pushed Ashley back down to tuck her under the blanket that was in the cup. "Alright, sleep tight all. Remember, it's nap time. I don't want to hear any noise from in here." Nyxara spoke, its eyes glowing red in the dark of the room. Its menacing expression sent shivers down Ashley's spine. Glancing around the room, she noticed it looked like everyone was already asleep. How could they sleep in such a terrifying place? Suddenly, Ashley's eyes felt heavy. She tried to stay awake and look around the room for a means of escape, but something caused all of the energy in her body to drain, and she passed out, unable to stay awake.
  12. Chapter 11: Why are these here!? Lisa walked into her apartment. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed. She prayed her mom was already asleep. Luck was not on her side. "Hey Sweetie! How was your day?" Carol called from the living room as Lisa walked through the door. Lisa hung her head. She did not have the energy to deal with her mom. "It was good. Sarah and I just hung out and went to a movie." "That sounds like it was fun!" Carol got up from the couch to greet her daughter at the door. She wanted to warn Lisa about the pull-ups she bought, but she got distracted by seeing Lisa in different clothes than when they left this morning. "Those look comfy," she said. "Yeah, I borrowed them from Sarah. I wanted to wear something more comfortable while chilling. Not to mention, a skirt gets cold in the evening in a movie theater. " Lisa blushed, recalling her accident at the coffee shop; not wanting to relive the moment, she lied to her mom about why she wore these instead of her original outfit. "Lis, can I chat with you about something?" Carol's expression became one of concern. She wanted to talk with her daughter about her accidents and the pull-ups she saw. She knew Lisa needed to visit a doctor if she hadn't already. "Not right now, Mom. It's been a long day. Can we chat in the morning? I honestly just want to shower and go to bed." Lisa turned and started to shuffle her way to her bedroom to get a change of clothes for sleeping. "Uh... yeah. I guess that's okay." Carol's energy deflated. She felt slightly ignored and more like a nuisance. Lisa walked into her bedroom, went to her closet, and pulled out her softest and most comfortable nightgown, wanting to get a good night's sleep. She had a date with Craig tomorrow and wanted to be well-rested. The movie was fun but also super draining. Lisa ended up staying up much later than she wanted to. She wanted to be asleep by nine, but that's when the movie ended. Lisa shuffled over to her dresser to grab a fresh pair of undies. She pulled it open, grabbed a pair, and closed the draw. As Lisa went to step toward the bathroom, she froze. She thought she saw something strange in the drawer. She quickly turned back around and opened up her underwear drawer. Sure enough, her eyes didn't play tricks on her. Lisa's heart pounded with frustration. She quickly grabbed the foreign object and stormed out to the living room. "MOM! What the hell is this?!" Lisa yelled at her mom, holding a package of girl's bedwetting pull-ups. "They're pull-ups?" Carol replied sheepishly. "I think they are the same brand that you've been wearing. Did I get the wrong ones?" "What?" Lisa felt confused. "No, I don't wear pull-ups. What are you talking about?" Lisa felt her blood boiling. Yeah, she has been wearing pull-ups, but not by choice. They've just been magically showing up. It's not like she would ever be willing to wear something so childish and embarrassing. "But I saw them in the trash this morning." Carol wanted to defend herself. She knew Lisa was wearing them, and she could have warned Lisa if she had let her talk to her. Lisa stood there speechless. She thought she had gotten the trash out before her mom had seen it. Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but she knew she had nothing. If her mom already saw them, then what was she going to do? There was nothing she could do to hide it. She could try and lie her way out of it, but she couldn't think of anything. "I'm sorry, honey. I was just trying to help. I told you I wanted to support you the best I could. I knew you didn't have a way to get to the store, and frankly, what adult woman would want to buy pull-ups for bedwetting and ride the bus back with them?" Carol approached Lisa and placed a loving hand on her daughter's arm. "I appreciate the thought, Mom, but I don't need pull-ups." Lisa pulled her arm away from her mom, furious that her mom would go this far without talking with her first. "I know you don't want anyone to know about this, dear, so I'll just leave you be about it. I just thought you'd want a new pack. I couldn't find the original one anywhere, so I just assumed you ran out this morning." Carol's heart broke at Lisa's response. She was just trying to be helpful. She's always been there for Lisa, so why should something affecting Lisa so much be any different? "Wait! You went through my stuff?!" Lisa felt a wave of betrayal. What if her mom found the note about the bracelet? Would she make the connection that she caused her marriage issues? All just because she was tired of riding the bus. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mom! You can't do that. This is my apartment." "I know, dear. I just..." Lisa, filled with anger, cut off Carol. "Just nothing! You know what, Mom!? It's been a shitty day. I'm so done. I'm going to shower and go to bed WITHOUT a pull-up." Lisa tossed the package towards her mom. "I don't need them, okay? We can chat more in the morning." Lisa turned around and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. "I'm sorry," Carol whispered under her breath, tears streaming down her face. Lisa sank to the floor, with her back against the bathroom door. Her emotions finally reached their breaking point for the day. She had peed herself in front of her best friend, she peed herself at the movies for the first time in her life, and now she just yelled at her mom for trying to help. She wanted to know where it all went wrong but already knew the answer. It was the damn bracelet, and there was nothing she could do about it. Frustrated, Lise began trying to rip the thing off of her gain. It refused to budge. Only adding to her anger. She started smacking it, tears flooding down her face. "Come off, come off. Why won't you just come off?" she whispered to herself. Defeated, she let her hand fall to her side as she stared at the bathroom ceiling. Her wrist rubbed raw from her efforts to remove the cursed jewelry. Suddenly, Lisa felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw a text from Sarah. Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?" "Fuck! What am I going to do? They're gone. They turned into that stupid pull-up." Lisa felt stuck. She didn't have an answer. Sarah wouldn't believe her if she told her they became a pull-up. That didn't work. She couldn't say she kept them; otherwise, why would she go home without underwear? Lisa: "Sorry, my clumsy ass managed to rip them somehow when I took them off. I ended up throwing them out. I'll get you a new pair, I promise!" "Really? That's the best you can come up with. She is never going to buy that. I'm screwed." Sarah: "Hey, no worries. Happens all the time. I honestly buy these things dirt cheap, so it happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. Have a good night." "She bought that?" Lisa: "Thanks, Sarah, for today. I promise I'll be less weird the next time we meet." Sarah: "Don't sweat it. It was still fun today." With one matter taken care of, Lisa still wanted to be frustrated at her mom. She couldn't believe her mom would do such a thing, but on the other hand, what should she expect? Her mom was just being a mom. After sitting there for a few moments, Lisa got up from the floor and went to the bathroom counter to set aside her clothes. She stripped and took a shower, hoping to wash away the day's junk. She stood in the shower for twenty to thirty minutes, enjoying the hot, steamy water washing away all her worries. Finally, she left the shower and used the toilet, happy that she got some urine out before bed. Getting dressed in her softest nightgown and comfortable underwear, Lisa left the bathroom, looking forward to a better tomorrow. Feeling guilty about the argument, Lisa went over to the couch to confront her mom. She wanted to apologize for the way she acted. But she saw her mom had her back towards her and looked sound asleep. Not wanting to make things worse for the night, Lisa opted to just chat with her again in the morning. It wasn't worth the additional stress on her mom.
  13. Chapter 7: Routines "Where is she taking Steve?" Ashley whispered to Nick while they sat out in the playroom after finishing their snacks. She could see Elysia sitting in a rocking chair in the corner. It looked like she was reading a book. Why a mannequin felt the need to read, she had no clue. The cover of the book was just a solid color, so Ashley had no way to tell what she was reading either. Nick stared at Ashley for a moment. She could see the hesitant look on his face. It looked like he didn't want to tell her. He seemed defensive and almost aggressive. "It took him to the machine, it... helps?" Kelly spoke up. Nick shot her a dirty look; Kelly looked down at the floor as if she felt like she was in trouble for speaking up. "I don't know how or why. But it heals us. He should be safe." Kelly spoke in a confused manner. She didn't know much more than Ashley, and Steve, but she knew some stuff, and not speaking up would feel like a betrayal. They were all stuck in this situation together. The least she could do was try and help the best she could. "I'm sorry, what?" Ashley looked at Kelly, completely confused. What does she mean by a machine that heals them? Kelly looked over at Nick, who was clearly upset. He turned his face away from them, attempting to distract himself with some of the tools that were left out for them to play with. "I'm serious! There is a machine down there; it has a screen on it, and we have to stand in this weird tube thing. I don't know what it does, but coming out of that thing makes you feel amazing." Kelly scooted closer to Ashley as she started to explain the weird machine Steve was likely in. "When I got here, I had pretty bad asthma. They took my purse away, so I didn't have my inhaler. I had a bad asthma attack after being here a few days and nearly died. I couldn't breathe at all. The next thing I knew, I was in this weird tube, and I felt better. I was terrified that they did something to me." She paused as she saw Ashley's face change from complete confusion to one of intrigue. She was trying to follow along, but it all sounded weird. Kelly knew it did, and she was the one who had already experienced it. Ashley sat there listening intently. She didn't know if she should take what Kelly was saying at face value. They had only recently met, and it all sounded a little... strange. But then again, here she was, in a diaper, childish clothes, in a daycare, with giant mannequins that think they are children. Strange was an understatement, and at this point, she had no idea what was possible in this world. "Since that day, I haven't even had the slightest asthma attack." Kelly continued. "I know you don't know me, but I had that inhaler in my purse for a reason. I swear if any allergens were in the area, I'd feel my lungs tighten. Since then, nothing. Not even the slightest issue. It's... like they cured it... Which shouldn't be possible?" Kelly had a confused expression on her face. She knew there was no cure for asthma, so how has there been such a major difference? It didn't make sense. Ashley nodded her head. She wasn't sure she believed Kelly, but she also knew this place didn't play by the rules of reality. Something much bigger was going on here, and unless they found a way out soon, she knew they would need to figure out those rules. Suddenly, she heard the basement door open. Nyxara was leading Steven by the hand towards the corner of the room. It looked like he was feeling better, but it was also obvious that his diaper was still dirty. That monster took him away and didn't even clean him up. Ashley sat there frustrated; she wanted to step in but knew it would be a bad idea. She felt her heart race with anxiety for Steve. What were they going to do to him? Why was he brought out over here? Did they already punish him? Nyxara lead Steve to the corner, making him face the wall with his back towards everyone else. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the mannequin began spanking him like a child. Ashley tried to stand up and rush over to him to help but was caught by Kelly. She looked at Ashley and simply shook her head. She knew Ashley wanted to help Steve, but doing so would only put her in danger. Ashley could hear the mannequin speak coldly towards Steve, barely making out the words."You are on time out for misbehaving earlier." Her heart sank. She was helpless to do anything. Feeling completely useless, she sat back down on the floor next to Kelly. Her feelings only worsened when she saw a small wet patch running down Steve's leg from his diaper leaking. She wanted to destroy their tormentors. But how do you kill something that isn't supposed to be living in the first place? "We have to help him!" Ashley pulled her arm away from Kelly. "We can't. All that's going to do is get us in trouble. Do you want a spanking... or worse?" Kelly looked down again at the floor as if recalling a memory from when she tried to interfere. "So what are we supposed to do then? I can't just sit here and watch him stand there in misery." "Do whatever you want. Naptime is coming up soon, anyway, so he won't be there for long. If you both were smart, you'd start listening and paying attention. Otherwise, this place will be worse than hell for you." Nick spoke up for the first time since Ashley asked where Steve was getting taken. "What do you mean! Explain, please, we need your help." Ashley scooted closer towards Nick, hoping he would open up and help them navigate this place. Unfortunately, it looked like he wasn't ready to open up yet. He just turned his back toward her again and began playing with the toys left out, trying to kill time before they could take their nap. "Nick, please!" Ashley was practically begging for answers. She tried to turn him around to face her. But he just pulled his shoulder free from her grasp and ignored her. "Kelly?" Ashley changed her focus, hoping and praying for anyone to help them. "I'm sorry Ashley, I've already said too much. Try asking Nick again after his nap, he tends to get a little cranky around this time of the day, and can be difficult." Kelly glared at Nick as she explained to Ashley the situation. Nick turned around briefly and just stuck out his young like a spoiled child. "What is with these two? I can't seem to figure them out. It's like one second they are adults, the next children. Helpful, then a royal pain in the ass," Ashley thought to herself. Nothing was making sense. "So what, I'm supposed to just sit here and stack blocks?" Ashley felt frustrated about the whole situation. "I already told you I don't care what you do. Just leave me alone. He's going to be fine, so stop being such a baby." Nick snapped back at her, wanting her to shut up and play along for once. Ashley couldn't help but blush at his remark. She wanted to fight back, but what could she do at two and a half feet tall? Not only that, but they were also being treated like babies; she had a dang diaper on for crying out loud! "I'm not a baby," Ashley whispered under her breath. She didn't want to argue anymore, but she also had to state it, even if she was the only one who heard. Kelly managed to over hear Ashley, and just gave her a reassuring smile, with a head nod before turning to play with her own toys. Ashley began looking around for something to play with. Everything seemed so childish—exactly what you'd expect to see at a daycare. Then suddenly, she spotted something from her childhood: link 'n logs. She would play for hours with these things, building all kinds of houses, shops, and other things to make a city for her and her sister to play in. She stared at them for a while, contemplating. "Should I play with them? I want to help Steve, but I can't get Nick or Kelly to help. Trying to get one of those things to help sounded like the most idiotic idea ever. So, with nothing better to do, what's the worst that could happen? It's only for a little while, right? Then he'll get cleaned up and we'll all go down for a... NAP?! Ugh! Why is this place the worst? I'm 23 years old, I don't need naps! Sure, they sound good now and then, but now's not a great time. We need to get out of here! But on the other hand... It's not like I can do anything. It's also been forever since I played with these things. I didn't know they were still getting made. I thought they were discontinued due to "safety" concerns." Ashley gave up and began to build a house and then a town with the logs, losing herself in her little construction project. She forgot how fun these things were. Maybe when they get out of this mess, she'll get a set for them back at home to play with from time to time. She could make them part of the decorations for their home. *Yawn!* Nick broke Ashley's concentration. She got so completely engrossed in the toy that she had no idea how much time had actually passed. "Sounds like someone is getting tired," the mannequin in the rocking chair said, looking up from its book. It looked at its wrist as if checking the time. "Looks like it is about that time of the day, isn't it, Nicky?" The mannequin stood up and walked over to where they were all sitting and playing. "Alright, come here, Nicky and little Kelly. Let's get you two up for your nap. Nyxara, can you please get the other two taken care of?" The mannequin asked as it picked them up. "My pleasure," the other figure replied. Steve turned around to see it approaching him. His eyes got huge. He hated the thing the moment they first saw it, but after the machine and the spanking, he feared it now, too. The thing was a true monster to him. Before he could react, the mannequin picked him up in it's arm. "Come here, Ashley. Take my hand, and we'll go upstairs," the mannequin said toward Ashley, its mechanical arm outstretched, waiting for her to grab it. Ashley didn't want to grab it. These things have been treating them terribly. Maybe now was her chance to run off and find a way to escape. "Let's go, young miss. You need to go for your nap." The mannequin became impatient and picked her up in its other arm just as she ran off like a defiant toddler. "But I'm not tired, and we aren't children. Let us go, you monster!" Ashley yelled at it, smacking it in the face. "Someone is a grouchy girl. You'll feel a lot better after your nap, I'm sure." The mannequin ignored her efforts. Steve looked at Ashley with concerned eyes. He knew he hated the punishment he got, and he didn't want Ashley to be treated the same way. Ashley, seeing Steve's eyes, decided to stop her tantrum. He has had it the worst between the two of them. Yeah, she might have peed herself, but that's nothing compared to shitting himself and then being left in it who knows how long. She at least got distracted by a childhood toy and learned more about this place.
  14. Chapter 13: You Haven't Told her? "Hey, beautiful!" Brandon greeted Brianna as she approached him. He was standing outside his car, leaning up against the passenger door. He liked to be a gentleman and open the car door for her. As she neared, he pushed himself off the door and proceeded to open the door for her. "Hey, handsome. Thank you." Even smelling like a bunch of cows, she couldn't help but feel like a princess. She had never seen any guy treat a girl the way he did, at least not in real life. "It's my pleasure," He told her, closing the door behind her as she settled into the passenger seat. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have such an amazing lady as Brianna. He hurried to the other side of the car so they could hit the road. "Hey, so it's Tuesday night, do you want to catch our usual movie?" Brandon spoke with excitement. Brianna wasn't sure what made him so chipper, but she loved the energy nonetheless. "I mean, I need to take a shower first, then sure. I'd like that." She was already exhausted from a hard day's work, but she also loved to spend time with Brandon—nearly to a fault. There were times she was on the verge of passing out while texting him late into the night, even passing out in the middle of writing a message, only to get woken up when Brandon realized she was probably asleep and wished her a good night. "Great, the latest superhero movie is in, so we can finally watch that one. I know we've had issues getting to it the last three times, but I'm sure everything will be fine this time." Brianna just smiled at Brandon's remark. Yeah, they missed it the last few times, but that was either due to them needing to talk about some stuff or last-second family stuff. It's not like they meant to blow it off. It almost felt like the movie was cursed, causing something to come up each and every time they tried to watch it. The drive back to Brianna's place was quick and quiet. Brianna went through her phone, catching up on the group text she and Brandon were on with some of his high school friends. They were a bunch of goofs, making her feel like she fit right in. They would have meme wars and even thumbs-up streaks going for hundreds of days before that one person in the group forgot, causing the whole thing to reset. Brandon pulled up to her house, again getting out of the car to open the door for her. She almost opened the door herself but stopped, seeing Brandon rush himself out of the car. She smiled sweetly, appreciating his thought and effort. He opened the door in a slightly dramatic motion bowing and throwing his other arm outstretched. "My lady." He exclaimed. "You are too cute, you know that?" Brianna giggled, stepping out of the car. "I try." Brandon giggled back, standing straight up again and closing the door behind her. He walked Brianna to her door, holding her hand. "Mind if I come in?" "Only if you can handle being around my mom while I go shower." She laughed lightly, knowing that those two didn't always see eye to eye. "I think I can manage." Brandon smiled back at her. They both stepped into the house; Brianna started towards the stairs that led up to her room, around the spiral staircase. "Hey, you two." Diane greeted them, sitting on the couch to the right of the door. "Hey, Mom. I'm going to shower real quick, then Brandon and I are going to a movie. Try not to scare him off before I get out." Brianna joked with her Mom, with a slight roll of the eyes. She knew her Mom wasn't going to actually scare him off, but she can be really awkward and inappropriate at times. "I won't, I promise." She had a slightly confused look on her face, hardly noticeable, but Brandon was able to see it, as she looked at him. Brianna ran up the stairs to get a change of clothes while Brandon just stood in the middle of the small living room. "Take a seat, no need to keep standing." Diane patted the couch seat next to her. There was more space open, so Brandon took a seat on the couch, but a slight distance away. Not wanting to be weird when there was still plenty of space for him. Brianna rushed back down the stairs and went over to the bathroom. She peeked her head out of the door one last time before going in. "Seriously, I don't want to come out, and find out my boyfriend left because you scared him off." "I'm not going anywhere." Brandon smirked at her slightly overdramatic behavior. They all knew she was just binging silly, and enjoyed her commentary. Brianna now out of sight, and out of ear shot with the water running gave Diane the perfect opportunity to ask what was going on. "You haven't told her yet?" Diane whispered to Brandon. Shocked at her daughter's behavior. She had no idea Brandon was staying here tonight. "No, I wanted to wait until we got to the movies and she had a chance to clean herself up. I'm honestly nervous about it. She can't find out about the job or that I'm proposing either, okay? I want it to be a surprise when we go looking at apartments later. I have a couple of places picked out, but I want to get her thoughts on them if we are going to be living together." Brandon knew her mom likely wasn't going to be able to keep his secret, but he needed to keep her in the loop if he wanted everything to go according to plan. "You better hurry up, mister. You've put that girl through the wringer." Diane felt a little defensive. She knew how long they had been together and had seen how much they had grown. Most relationships couldn't handle one of these instances, yet they have handled multiple. "I know. I swear I'll tell her after the movie." "You better, otherwise you'll be sleeping on the couch." Diane had a smirk on her face at that remark. "I know... Wait, what? Where would I be sleeping otherwise?" Brandon was confused. He knew her Mom was a Christian just like Brianna and him. So why would he be sleeping anywhere besides the couch? "Well... I figured, if you two are going to get married here soon. Why not share the same room? Give you two some privacy in case you want to chat. But! Not fooling around. You are just crashing here, so no sex, understand?" Her expression was one of approval but also sternness. She loved him like a son but still wanted there to be boundaries. "Yes, ma'am." Brandon blushed. He knew that Brianna was willing to do other things to get his attention. He was also not raised well when it came to sex in the first place. The topic was rarely discussed. Brandon got the vibe from his Dad that Brandon had been taught about sex, even though they never had a direct conversation about it. Here he is in his 20s, and it was still something that was loosely defined in his mind. His formal education on the subject just had to do with the science in textbooks. All of these were just basic drawings, with nothing explicit. Brandon felt a little uncomfortable with the topic. He knew it was something pleasurable and knew couples did it. But he was also raised in a house that only married people were allowed to do. Otherwise, it was considered "sinful". Then again, his father seemed to think just being in a relationship was "sinful" if you weren't married. "Thank you again, Diane. I can't tell you how much this means to me." Brandon felt his heart full of warmth. He had spent so much time with his Dad over the years and watched not just their family relationships fall apart, but nearly all of their relationships slowly die. Having someone willing to try and support them felt different, almost foreign. "It's really not a big deal. You'll be family soon enough. But you better not break her heart." Her expression became a little more menacing. "I swear I won't. I already have everything lined up. The only way this thing falls apart is if she isn't ready. Which if that's the case, I'm fine sleeping on the couch, and I promise I'll find other accommodations tomorrow. I won't make things more difficult on her, I swear." Brandon felt a little frustrated that her mom didn't believe he was serious about marrying Brianna. He understood where it was coming from, but that was all in the past. He didn't want to have her current impression of him being based on that. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. They both were so engrossed in their conversations that they hadn't heard the shower water shut off. Brandon looked at Diane, not saying anything, silently pleading she wouldn't say anything to Brianna about what was happening. Diane just pulled up her phone and started scrolling through social media. "Okay, I'm ready if you are?" Brianna asked Brandon as she brushed her hair. She looked completely refreshed, unlike when he picked her up at work. "Yep!" Brandon stood up from the couch and joined Brianna, walking her out to his car.
  15. Chapter 12: Gaining Support Brandon parked his car and stepped out onto the driveway. A heavy silence hung in the air like a dense fog. He could feel the weight of his father's disapproval bearing down on him, casting a shadow over his every step. Ignoring the tension between them, Brandon walked right up to the door, his jaw locked in frustration. Each footfall echoed loudly in the quiet afternoon, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the neighborhood. With every step, Brandon's mind was consumed by thoughts of the future he was forging for himself, independent of his father's expectations. As he reached the porch, Brandon spared his dad a fleeting glance, their eyes meeting briefly in a silent exchange of unspoken words. There was pain etched in his father's features, frustration and concern that tugged at Brandon's heartstrings, but he couldn't allow himself to cave now, not after everything that's been put in place. Without a word, Brandon pushed open the front door and ascended the staircase, the familiar creak of the old steps accompanying his ascent. His footsteps echoed hollowly in the narrow staircase, starkly contrasting the bustling warmth of family life he once knew years ago. Reaching the landing, Brandon paused momentarily, his hand resting against the railing as he gathered his thoughts. His heart raced in his chest. He knew that it would only be a matter of moments before his dad would follow him back up the stairs. When it came to his "Christian" walk, there was no dropping the subject. It was discussed until it was "resolved," or at least resolved to his father's satisfaction. With a steadying breath, Brandon continued to his room just around the corner. Brandon quickly closed the door. He leaned up against the door, exhausted from the drama he must endure to be with the woman he loved. He knew that once he crossed this threshold of standing up for himself. Not backing down once his dad confronts him again, there would be no turning back, no undoing the choices he had made. If he ever did talk to his dad about the relationship or the job not working out, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that his dad would pull the "I told you so" card. He had always thought he was right about everything. Regaining focus, Brandon looked around his room, seeing his belongings scattered haphazardly about. With a heavy sigh, Brandon crossed the room and sank onto the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, his mind awash with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Alone in his room's silence, Brandon allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his burdens. But even as doubt crept at the edges of his resolve, he knew deep down that he was on the right path, forging ahead into an uncertain future. Knowing he hadn't much time left, Brandon got off his bed and began searching for his suitcase. His hands trembled with fear. He knew his dad also had a bad temper. He hadn't lashed out in a while, but Brandon knew he was still capable of it. Brandon knew he could handle it, but the last thing he wanted to do was end things with his dad in a fistfight or a screaming match. He hoped his dad would just accept the reality of the situation. Brandon moved quickly, grabbing clothes and essentials, his mind racing with thoughts about what could all happen. Every second that passed just made his heart race faster, and faster. He packed his computer, he had all of his code on it. It was all backed up in the cloud, but he knew keeping his laptop with him would give him a shot at doing so much more with his life. With each item he packed, Brandon felt a surge of adrenaline, knowing that his decision to leave would irrevocably change his relationship with his father. Despite the turmoil in his heart, he knew he couldn't stay in a place where he felt suffocated and misunderstood. Brandon could hear the footsteps approaching his door, each step sounded heavy. Brandon's pulse quickened, his stomach churning with anticipation. He knew the confrontation was inevitable and that his father would not let this go without a fight. The door swung open, revealing his father's stern expression. "Brandon, we need to talk," he said, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. Brandon stood in the middle of the room with his suitcase packed, facing his father. "I know," he replied, his voice steady despite his turmoil. His father's eyes narrowed, a mix of disappointment and frustration evident in his gaze. "Where do you think you are going?" Brandon met his father's gaze, his own eyes filled with determination. "I'm staying at a friend's place for a while. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff later." His father's expression softened slightly, and there was a hint of resignation in his features. "You're making a mistake if you plan on staying at that girl's place. You're throwing away everything we've worked for, everything I've taught you." "I'm not throwing anything away," Brandon insisted, his voice firm. "I'm taking what I've learned and growing from it. Everything you think I am doing wrong is exactly what I need to be doing to have a future. Our " plans " were fun hobbies; they weren't my future. Did you really think I would stay here the rest of my life?" His father sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just don't understand why you're doing this. That girl has clouded your judgment." Brandon shook his head. "You aren't getting it. I'm not a child anymore. You say you are trying to do this in my best interest. You want what's best for me. You say that this is going against God. Last I checked, the Bible talks about sons leaving their parents and cleaving to their wives. That is exactly what I am doing." Silence settled between them, the tension palpable in the air. Brandon could see the conflict in his father's eyes, the struggle to reconcile his beliefs with his son's desires. "You're becoming one of them. One of those "worldly Christians" You are just trying to take scripture and make it fit your agenda. She isn't a Christian, Brandon. You can't marry her." Brandon stood face-to-face with his father; the weight of their conversation hung heavy in the air. Despite Brandon's attempts to explain his decision, his father remained steadfast in his disapproval, clinging to his beliefs and expectations. With a heavy heart, Brandon knew that further discussion would only lead to more conflict and frustration. He realized his father's views were deeply ingrained and unlikely to change. Taking a deep breath, Brandon made a difficult decision. "Look, Dad," Brandon said, his voice calm but resolute. "I understand you're coming from a place of concern, but I must do what's best for me. I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I must live my life." Brandon walked past his father and headed toward his car without waiting for a response. He could feel his father's eyes boring into his back, but he knew he had to follow his path, even if it meant disappointing his father. Brandon opened the trunk and threw his suitcase inside as he reached his car. He paused for a moment, taking in the gravity of the moment. He was leaving behind the life he had known, the comfort of his home, and stepping into the unknown. Turning back to his father, Brandon said, "I'm not doing this to hurt you. I just need to figure things out for myself. I hope that one day you'll understand." With that, Brandon got into his car and started the engine. As he drove away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—sadness for leaving his dad, but also excitement for the future that lay ahead. Brandon headed toward Brianna to drive her home from work. His hands trembled as he dialed Brianna's mother while driving. Each ring felt like an eternity, and his nerves were on edge as he waited for her to pick up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her voice came through the phone. "Hello?" Her voice was warm, but there was a hint of concern in her tone. "Hey, it's Brandon," he began, his voice shaky. "I need to talk to you about something." "Okay?" her tone grew more serious. Brandon took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I... I had a fight with my dad, and I had to leave. I don't have anywhere to go tonight, and I was wondering if I could stay at your place just for tonight. I promise I'll find somewhere else to stay after that." There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Brandon could hear Brianna's mom considering his request. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but firm. "Brandon, of course, you can stay with us tonight. We'll figure everything out in the morning." Relief flooded through Brandon as he heard her words. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I really appreciate it." Brianna's mom chuckled lightly. "Don't mention it, dear. You're practically family." "Speaking of which," Brandon slightly chuckled. "Can you keep a secret? Like really keep a secret. I know you will be excited, but please, I want to surprise her." Brandon's heart raced as he waited for Brianna's mom's response. He knew he was asking for a lot, but he also knew he could trust her with this secret. After a moment of silence, Brianna's mom finally spoke, her voice cautious yet curious. "I'll do my best to keep your secret. But you're asking for quite a bit here. What is it?" Brandon nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "I'm sure, Mrs. Johnson. I've thought about it a lot and am ready for this next step in my life." He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to share his plans. "I've got a new job lined up, one that pays a lot better than my current one. I've also found an apartment I'll be moving into in a week or two. But most importantly, the thing you really have to keep silent about. I want to ask Brianna to marry me. I already got the ring picked out and set aside. I'll be picking it up here in a couple of days. I want everything to be perfect for when I do ask. I just need things to keep working out for the next week or two." On the other end of the line, there was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a moment of stunned silence. Then, Brianna's mom's voice came through, filled with excitement and joy. "Brandon, that's wonderful news! I'm so happy for you!. Brianna will be over the moon when she finds out." Brandon's eyes welled up with tears at her words. He had been so worried about how Brianna's mom would react. They'd had disagreements at times, but her support meant the world to him. "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Your support means everything to me." Brianna's mom chuckled softly. "Please, call me Diane. And Brandon, you've always been like a son to me. I'll do whatever I can to help you and Brianna." Brandon felt relief as he profusely thanked Diane. With her support, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Now, all he had to do was focus on making everything perfect for Brianna. "Thank you, Diane. I'll see you soon," Brandon said, his voice filled with gratitude. As he ended the call and continued driving, Brandon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. Despite his challenges with his father, he knew he was on the right path with Brianna. As he pulled up to Brianna's workplace, he couldn't wait to see her and share his plans for their future. But that would have to wait until everything else worked itself out. At least he could see if she wanted to watch a movie tonight.
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