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haven't seen either of those, i better spam harder

This has been absolutely hilarious 😄 i've been spamming sharetxt off and on since i saw this thread, it's too addictive since it's free, and the glitching into other people's omo stories is so silly. Since i ONLY ever glitch into omo stories, i'm guessing it has to do with omo prompts glitch you into omo stories, because the alternative is we've completely overwhelmed that site and that seems less likely albeit even funnier. But yea, the best is whoever came up with the world where girls can only pee every two days, because now some of my stories start off normal and then glitch into that world mid output, and i'm absolutely cracking up

Well, it's been a month, and I've been procrastinating by writing other, more lighthearted stories, mostly not publishing them (I will eventually), and playing around with AI. After my rough draft, I just couldn't quite get the tone right for the end of this chapter and the beginning of the next one. In fact, I'm still not thrilled with it. I don't love the dialogue and I just can't quite nail the vibe - I don't want this story to get too bogged down in a sci fi drama plot, but it keeps trying to, and I keep having to edit it back down to keep things light and moving. Furthermore, I still only have an uncomfortably rough idea of where the plot of this story is going to tie up, and that makes writing chapters like this that are mostly bridge chapters more anxiety inducing. After all, no one wants to end up with a bridge to nowhere! But anyway, I decided screw it, let me just put out the damn chapter and see where it goes before this story gets totally covered in cobwebs. ************************ “So, if for example, you’ve been out drinking a lot, is there anything you might try to be… more aware of throughout the night?” “Definitely. I always drink a lot of water if I’m drinking alcohol. People are always complaining about hangovers, but they don’t even try to hydrate, it’s ridiculous.” Amanda paused the video, and looked at Claire grimly. They were all sitting on Collin’s bed, with Claire now dressed in the somewhat oversized clothes loaned to her by Amanda, reviewing the video of her unique ‘psych eval.’ “Do you see where you went wrong here?” Claire had her head in her hands. She had already had it pointed out to her for the prior two and a half scenarios that a well organized person such as herself should be going to the bathroom before a long car ride, a long movie, or at the end of a long movie. And a well organized, incontinent person (such as herself), doubly so. “I forgot about going to the bathroom,” she mumbled dejectedly. “Exactly!” said Amanda cheerily. “See, she’s learning already.” Collin looked skeptical. “It’s one thing to answer these when we’re shoving the answer in her face… She’s going to have a harder time actually doing these things on her own.” “Well, one step at a time,” Amanda said, breezing past the doubt. “Now…” She skipped ahead a bit in the video, which had kept going after the unofficial ‘last question,’ to where the tiny Claire on the screen was unknowingly pee dancing for her life. “Do you see what you’re doing here? Do you remember what that means?” Claire just sniffled. The version of her on the laptop had launched into a tirade, almost comically oblivious to the imminent disaster. As she stood there, exaggerating her ability to monitor her bladder, a leak had already appeared between her legs, and then, as she confidently asserted that she was done peeing her pants, that leak became a flood, and… Claire looked away in shame. Every time she thought her situation couldn’t get more embarrassing, it found a way. First, she wet her pants in a crowded classroom. Then, she literally peed on her best friend. Then, she peed herself in a cab. And now, not only had she pissed her jeans right in front of a boy her age, but there was a high definition video of the accident saved on his laptop. At the rate this was going, she’d be seeing it on the front page of Reddit sometime tomorrow morning, and on CNN by Sunday. “I think she’s seen enough…” mumbled Collin. Amanda seemed to have been hypercharged by the opportunity to finally prove that Claire was hypnotized, but Collin more sympathetically felt that she needed space to recover. “I don’t know how much it can help to keep showing her this stuff… I’m pretty sure she gets the point, you don’t need to keep rubbing it in her face.” “I want to hear her say it,” Amanda insisted, fiercely. “No more evasive answers. I want her to say, ‘Amanda, you were right, hypnosis is real and I’ve been hypnotized.” “You were right,” croaked Claire, weakly. It was too much to repeat the exact sentence verbatim, but it was all true. There was no explanation for the mental deficiency she was showing that encompassed both the fact that she had become as clueless as a toddler in all things related to bladder control, and retained perfect mental acuity in literally everything else. It all made so much more sense in retrospect. If all she was dealing with was a bladder infection, or a nerve issue, there’s no way she would have handled difficulty making it to the bathroom by choosing to… almost never go to the bathroom. There had to be some biasing factor in her logic. And why else would she have completely abandoned common sense when it came to preparation for toilet restricting activities? She wondered if she would ever have realized it on her own, without Collin teasing out the glaring inconsistencies in her thought processes, and recording it for her to see. Would she have cluelessly gone on wetting herself in perpetuity, never making the connection to her own behavior, until she ended up in 24/7 diapers, or a psych ward, or both? Her only consolation was that, thank god, the conditioning seemed to have managed to specifically target her bladder, and she was not going around blindly shitting herself as well. “I really think you should let her go get some sleep, Amanda…” Collin opined. “You’ll both be back tomorrow… How long did you say it was between her cab ride and the, uh… incident in my room?” “About 3 hours, but she was drinking coffee all day. I saw her finishing one when she got home and she was drinking from her water bottle after that,” Amanda rattled off. Collin thought for a second. “Alright… So, how about... Claire, don’t go to the bathroom for 2, maybe 2 and a half hours before you get here… And drink the amount of coffee and water or whatever that you would normally drink, but no more than that. I know this is painfully unscientific,” he sighed, “but I don’t really know how to fix that without more data… Hopefully that will be enough to where you don’t have an accident, but you need to go badly enough that I have something to work with for the reassociation training.” Reassociation training. A confident, official sounding name for what was in reality a complete moonshot of a plan. By putting Claire into a state of hypnosis while she had to pee, Collin said, he could hopefully help guide her in reassociating the sensation of a full bladder, which she had been interpreting as a kind of heightened anxiety, with its actual meaning; that is, with the fact of having a full bladder. Would it work? Collin wasn’t sure, but having seen Claire’s condition with his own eyes, he ultimately agreed with Amanda that they had to try. There was simply no telling if Claire would recover any time soon on her own. Still, even if it worked, it would be painfully slow. Claire would at first have very little warning between recognizing that she had to pee and reaching her limit, as the association would have to gradually work through less and less obvious levels of discomfort. And even once they improved that, it would be up to her to relearn proper bathroom preparation habits, or she would still run the risk of getting stuck with a full bladder away from the toilet more than the average person. “So basically, I need to be potty trained all over again,” Claire had summarized glumly. As she lay in bed that night, Claire turned this notion over in her mind, trying to make sense of it. What did that actually mean, to be potty trained approaching her 21st birthday? Surely the main difficulty of potty training was working around the fact that children are incredibly stupid, irrational, and lacking in self awareness. Given that she was none of those things, shouldn’t this be a walk in the park? And yet, just as she was thinking this, she was startled awake by the bathroom alarm, and realized that without it, she would have fallen asleep without ever going to pee. Would she have wet the bed, or made it till morning? How was that even a question? She’d never been a bedwetter. But she’d never had to rely on an alarm clock for her bathroom visits, either. It had now been 2 full days since she’d been hypnotized, and, consequently, 2 full days since she’d gone a day without peeing her pants. As the third day dawned, Claire was forced to confront the fact that she was not going to get over her continence issues on any sort of condensed timeline. If she wanted to continue her education, she was going to have to do it with a reduced or entirely absent capacity for bladder control. A day and a half of missed class was already a stressful enough chunk of time, and there were no antibiotics or miracle injections coming to justify drawing it out any longer. She had only one class that afternoon, and it was a lecture. She wouldn’t have to interact with anyone, and could pay attention to how she sat, and who could see her. Perfect for testing out the diap… the protection. She wouldn’t allow herself to call it a diaper, because diapers were for babies, and she was an adult with a medical… er… mental… well, an issue. In a private window on her laptop, Claire reluctantly googled the Abena M4, and found step by step instructions for how to put it on herself. As the soft paper slipped over the goosebumps on her legs and covered her privates, she felt a mixture of relief and terror - relief that, at least theoretically, she was finally protected from wetting her pants, and terror that she felt relief from putting on a dia… protection. The protection was unfortunately a bit large for her slender frame - at 5’ 7 and a bit over 120 pounds, she fit in around the minimum waist size recommended by Abena for the M4, something that probably hadn’t occurred to Amanda. She would have to hope that this wouldn’t decrease the effectiveness… not that she planned on testing it, of course. Regardless, it did mean that, to her chagrin, she was probably going to look even more unnaturally puffy than she’d hoped. Reluctantly, she held the protection up with her back against the wall, and taped herself in. No going back now. She pulled a pair of spandex on to slim down the profile, exactly as Amanda had suggested, and pulled a pair of her loosest, highest waisted jeans up and nearly over the telltale white band. In the full length mirror hanging from her door, she tried every pose she could think of, trying to convince herself that she looked normal, and not like… well, a girl wearing a gigantic diaper under her pants. No matter how she fixed things, that pesky white line always found a way to peek out. The Abena rose way higher than she would have imagined, far up her back, and almost to her belly button in the front. Fortunately, it was late fall, and she was under no obligation to have her waistline visible at any point outside of her room. Resigning herself to this imperfection, she threw on a long, loose sweater, and matched the rest of her makeup and accouterments to the theme of ‘warm and cozy chic.’ With one last skeptical glance in the mirror, she headed out the door. The weather had improved dramatically from the day before, and Claire relished the crisp air on her walk to breakfast. As she strolled along the sidewalks and grassy promenades of her campus, she was at first hyper aware of the crinkly chafing between her legs, sure that soon, someone would pull her aside to explain, hey, just so you know, you’re wearing a diaper, and everyone can tell. But as with anything, the longer this went without happening, the more acclimated Claire became to the risk. By the time she had procured tea and avocado toast and settled into a sunlit table at the outskirts of the student center, she was feeling better than she had at any point in the last 48 hours. Laptop out, she observed that the classes she’d missed had by now all posted notes on their online portals, meaning that as she’d hoped, all she would need to do after looking them over was swing by her professors’ office hours. Scrolling through pdfs, cross referencing with her textbooks, and tuning out the babble of students swirling around her, she found herself feeling almost… normal. The sunlight was rippling off the sheen of her chestnut hair, catching the eyes of some of the male passers by, who snuck glimpses at her when they thought she wasn’t looking. Claire smiled. Normally, she didn’t need to be reassured that she looked good, but today… Today, she needed the boost. Still, when she stretched out her arms behind her back, and felt her sweater rising around her waist, she pulled them back quickly. There was still that peek of puffy white to be cognizant of. “Claire!” Claire turned to see the first real challenge to her improved mood approaching from her left. It was Ben, a guy in her outer circle of friends who had been in her Physics of Sound class to witness her complete bladder meltdown on Monday. “Oh, hey Ben…” Ben bounded over like a golden retriever, and sat down across from her uninvited. “How are you doing? You feeling better?” “Uh…Yea… Much better, thanks.” “That’s great! Hey, just so you know…” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “No one’s talking about that thing that happened in class. We all know it could happen to anyone, it actually happened to my sister once in middle school so I know how it is.” Every single composite part of Ben’s attempt at reassurance made her feel uniquely worse, and Claire gritted her teeth. It was almost impressive how the second half of his counseling immediately contradicted the first half, before topping it off by comparing her to an actual child. She would have felt more crushed if she wasn’t impressed by how clueless it was. “Yea, sure Ben, thanks. I’m not really worried about it, just want to forget it happened,” she said, pointedly. “Oh yea, sure, makes sense. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that in case you were still feeling down about it. See you later!” He bounded off, oblivious to the destruction his pointless intrusion had caused. Despite this vibe killing interaction, the rest of Claire’s afternoon went more or less according to plan. She had been forced to set her bathroom alarms to ‘vibrate’ and time them around class, but she still managed to react appropriately to at least one of them, rendering the protection as superfluous as she had hoped. By the time she got home, around 3:30, she was feeling confident enough to remove the Abena, and change into some more normal, form fitting clothes. Even though she would be purposefully going there with a full bladder, there was just no way she was wearing protection to her rendezvous with Collin. It was just too risky, too difficult to hide in a more intimate setting like that. She couldn’t justify it logically, but the thought of him seeing her in a diaper still flustered her more than him watching her piss her pants. A normal person could accidentally pee their pants, at least, occasionally. Maybe not 4 times in two days, but sometimes. Normal people did not, however, wear diapers. Disabled, incontinent people who had given up on hiding their abnormality wore diapers. If Claire was going to wet herself, she would at least wet herself looking good. Uh… What? Wet yourself looking good? What the fuck does that even mean? And why do you care? Why DID she care? After all, Collin was just some nerd who was essentially functioning as a doctor, treating her for a very unique medical issue. Would she have cared about a doctor seeing her in diapers? Well, yea, she would have, but she knew that she shouldn’t. Whatever. She wasn’t wearing the diaper, and that was that. *** “Oh… uh… hi.” Collin stared, flustered, through the crack of his doorway, where Claire was standing unannounced. “Hi,” she said back. “Can I come in?” “Um… I… How did you get in here, anyway?” “I just waited until someone let me in, this isn’t a prison. Let me in, come on.” “Didn’t we… didn’t we say 6?” stuttered Collin, still thrown by the unexpected guest. “Yea,” said Claire impatiently, “but I’m changing the plan. I’ve got some questions that need answering before we get to the reassociation whatever.” “Is Amanda there?” stalled Collin, trying to peer around Claire. “No, she’s not. Can I come in already? I don’t care about whatever anime porn you were watching, I don’t want anyone seeing me out here.” It was a very rude thing to say, and Claire kind of regretted it, but it also seemed to work, because Collin shrugged and admitted defeat. “Alright… You can come in, but don’t look at my computer for a second.” Claire slipped through the door and shut it behind her, while Collin went over to his computer and minimized some windows. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, and it looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His bed was unmade, and he scampred around throwing things out of the way as Claire just looked on, laughing. “You don’t need to bother with that stuff, you know,” she said. “I get it, it’s a dorm room, I’m not expecting the Ritz Carlton.” Collin still looked a little embarrassed, but he abandoned the nervous tidying. “I was gonna clean up more before you got here… I didn’t expect you to be a full 2 hours early.” “Sorry,” shrugged Claire. “I’d have texted you, but I don’t have your number, and I didn’t wanna ask Amanda for it because she doesn’t know I’m here.” “Why not?” asked Collin, with some trepidation. “Like I said,” Claire repeated, “I have some stuff I need to ask you. And I’m tired of her always derailing the conversation.” “Well… alright…” mumbled Collin. He looked like he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about Amanda not being there to, in Claire’s words, ‘derail the conversation.’ Claire, however, had neither time nor patience for alleviating Collin’s discomfort. She got right to the point. “So, listen. I did some research about hypnosis, and it’s not as much of a fake thing as I thought, but it also shouldn’t be able to make me… you know. Like apparently it really can induce a trancelike state that makes you suggestible to some level of prompting, but it can’t just completely take over your mind and alter your behavior against your will. So whatever you did, it’s different. Like, way different, and I need more than like, ‘your brain is a house’ or whatever you told Amanda. I want to know how this really works; like, how are you doing it, what is it exactly that you’re doing - And why is there absolutely no reputable information about it that I can find anywhere?” It was a lot of questions, but Collin didn’t respond to any of them. Instead he sighed, looking away from Claire with a guilty grimace. “See, I was afraid you were going to ask me stuff like that…” Claire raised her eyebrows. “Why? I promise I’m not going to be difficult anymore, you were right about everything. I’m sorry that I was so stubborn.” “It’s not that,” Collin replied. “It just… would be… easier… if you didn’t ask…” Claire blinked. She hadn’t expected stonewalling, and felt her face getting hot. “Easier for you maybe,” she said, trying not to sound bitter. “I don’t get it, you couldn’t wait to tell me about hypnosis at the party. Now you’re being weird about it? Like, what changed?” “Sobriety,” mumbled Collin darkly, kicking the air. Claire looked at him with annoyance. For her, this situation was a potentially life-ruining upheaval, and she felt it rather trivialized things for him to reduce it to an inebriated lapse in judgment. Feeling her temper bubble up like a tea kettle, she took a deep breath. Shouting wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Collin was going to answer her questions, she just needed to find the right angle. “Collin,” she said softly. “You hypnotized me so severely that I’m peeing my pants. This is not a small thing.” She looked at him imploringly. “You NEED to tell me what’s going on, like I have a right to know.” “Yea, I mean, I agree,” Collin squirmed. “It’s just…” He trailed off. “Just what?” asked Claire, bemused. “Are you trying to keep some kind of like, hypnotist trade secret? Because I’m not going to tell anyone, believe me. Even if this wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me, which it is, it’s not like anyone would ever believe me if I told them, ‘guess what? I got hypnotized, and now I can’t control my bladder!” “Yea… I mean, I believe you…” Collin struggled. “But it’s still too big of a risk… We could get in real trouble.” “Trouble? What kind of trouble?” Claire asked, perplexed. “I looked it up, there aren’t any laws about hypnosis in this state. Honestly I was… shocked that there are laws about hypnosis in ANY state, but…” “Yea, I’m not worried about state laws,” Collin said quietly. “Well, so tell me,” Claire implored him. “What ARE you worried about?” Collin just shook his head glumly. “I really shouldn’t tell you… I’m really sorry…” He wouldn’t look at her, but Claire could see real conflict in Collin’s midnight eyes. As hard as he was for her to read sometimes, Claire was pretty sure that in this case, Collin was not brushing her off just to get rid of her. He wanted to tell her his secrets, whatever they were. But something was stopping him. Some unknown factor had him convinced that it was tremendously important for him to stay silent, and she needed to show him that whatever it was, it was not going to be enough to outweigh her need for information. “Collin,” she said, with a bit of an edge, “I don’t know if you thought I was just going to blindly go about my life, showing up for ‘reassociation training’ in the evenings and just… I don’t know, not thinking about this the rest of the time? But if you did, you’re being ridiculous. This is going to be the most important thing in my life until I get to the bottom of it, or I’m cured, or both. So if you’re not going to help me, I might as well just get back to researching, cuz I’ve got nothing else planned for the next two hours.” With that, Claire strode purposefully over to Collin’s unmade bed, plopped down, and stretched out as if she owned it. She would make herself as much of a nuisance as possible until Collin realized that he wouldn’t be able to get on with his life until he told her what she wanted to know. Collin just stared, somewhat slack jawed, as Claire pulled out her phone and started flipping through the saved tabs, making a big show of pondering their contents. “You’re… You’re not going to find anything like that,” he said, after a few minutes of this. His face was blank, his tone impassive, but Claire could tell she was getting to him. “That’s too bad. It’s really unfortunate that there’s no one in this room who could just answer my questions, so that I don’t have to scour the internet for the rest of my life,” she pointed out, with withering sarcasm. At first, it looked like Collin was going to take the sarcasm on the chin, and continue holding out. But then, his expression changed. The tension in his stance dissipated, and it was obvious that he’d come to some kind of decision. “Fine,” he said simply. “Fine?” Claire beamed at him triumphantly. Too easy. Collin did not smile back. “Yes, fine. You’re right, you deserve to know. I didn’t want to get you involved, but… Obviously that’s not really realistic now.” “Involved?” Claire said, somewhat indignantly. “What does that mean? How am I not already extremely involved?” “There are levels of involvement,” Collin replied, without a hint of humor. “If I’m going to tell you everything, none of it can ever leave this room. You can’t tell Amanda, or your family, or anyone, ever, about any of it.” “I already told you, no one would believe me,” Claire brushed him off. “Why is it such a big deal, anyway?” For one of the first times ever, Collin looked Claire directly in the eyes, and the intensity in his stare caught her completely off guard. She’d always thought of Collin as almost like a kid, playing around with hypnosis and being scared of girls. Now, though, something about him looked much older, more serious, as though whatever he was about to tell her was incompatible with the facade they’d both been holding up. “It’s a big deal,” he said, in a strange voice, “because if anyone finds out about your condition, you, me and Amanda might wake up tomorrow with no memory of any of this, and no clue why you can’t stop peeing your pants.” “Huh?” Claire blinked. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but definitely not that. “Why?” Collin looked at her with a faint smirk as he answered. “Because the US government doesn’t like sharing its secrets.”

i'm thrilled my mod is working well for you now, but i am a little stumped why WW would have so many issues - as of the last release the two mods seemed to get along just fine

elevenlabs

Nah, I don't need any money. Not a dig at you for suggesting it, I appreciate the thought, but if anyone deserves money it would be Dango who made the original mod and then taught me basically everything I know that allowed me to make the companion mod. Logs are generated every time you play. They show up in your mods folder. There should be three logs, two of which are from my mod, and one of which is from Dango's. All could potentially be relevant.

I'm not really sure which subforum this belongs in, so I figured I can't go wrong with 'general.' This is a short story I wrote specifically to be read by one of these newfangled AI voices. It's a young woman named Tess telling her therapist Amy about an embarrassing incident that she's been struggling to get over. I would tweak a few things about it if I could do it again, particularly some of the early dialogue and some of the late dialogue, and one missing word near the end, but this used up the entire free trial and I don't want to pay for this right now. I was at the mercy of the AI in terms of inflection, other than asking it to be 'less stable' and trying to coax it with the way I wrote the story, but I only got one shot and there are a couple points where it maybe put emphasis on slightly weird spots. Overall though, it's fantastic. Like, my GF isn't a very good actress, so I wouldn't be asking her to read this, but if I did, I'm pretty sure she as a real human who isn't very good at acting would not do as well as the AI did. I'll include the transcript, but this is really meant to be listened to. I also split it into two parts - part 1 is the vast majority of it, part 2 is a little epilogue that i crammed in to my tiny remaining free usage. Enjoy! ----------------- So... Yea. I've been dreading having to tell you this, but I guess I can't put it off any longer. It's been haunting me since the day it happened, I've lost all my self confidence, I just can't get what happened out of my head. Right, yea, well I was sitting at a nice restaurant with this guy Alex who I had just started dating. It was a really fancy Mediterranean place, you know, with like professionally folded white cloth napkins and a wine list a mile long. I felt a little overwhelmed just walking in, because it's not really my kind of restaurant, you know? Fanciest place my parents ever took me was like, olive garden. But Alex was being really nice so I just went with it. It felt like a really important date, like it if it went well we might be taking like, the next step in our relationship, so I was even more nervous than usual, since I was totally into him and I really wanted things to work. Anyway when the waiter asked if we wanted to start with drinks, at first I was just gonna get water, but Alex ordered a cocktail, so I said screw it, and I asked for a glass of white wine. I don't usually drink alcohol with dinner so it was kinda weird for me but I was trying to be fancy, you know, fit in and stuff, and I figured it would help me relax and loosen up a bit too. Doesn't seem like a big deal, right? Well the date was going really well. The wine really did help, I wasn't awkward at all, and we talked about a lot of more personal stuff that we hadn't gotten to in the first few dates. You know, family history, hopes and dreams and that kinda garbage... We even went off on a tangent about travel like we were like, already planning our get away together it felt like, so that was really exciting. Amy, seriously, I felt so comfortable with him that night, really happy and like he really 'got' me, like I really felt like the connection was there, and I think he did too. I drank my wine really fast, nervous habit I guess, so the waiter ended up asking if I wanted another glass, and I was like, shit, the first one went down great, why the hell not? Yea... Yea, big mistake. So the food took so long that it had barely arrived when the wine caught up with me. Things were getting a little fuzzy and I had to pee really bad out of nowhere, cuz alcohol goes right through me. No problem, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, a little embarrassing but no big deal. Had to ask the waiter where it was, again, awkward, but I handled it okay. So I get to the bathroom and I swear to god this would only happen to me, but there were like, at LEAST 3 people waiting in line. This was like a tiny, exclusive place, not that many tables, but somehow there's a fucking line for the bathroom right when I REALLY need to go. So I went back to the table, you know, at least keep Alex from thinking I'm avoiding him while I wait for the line. But that was probably stupid, because I was just acting like a drooling idiot, two glasses of wine deep and totally distracted by having to pee. And of course, I was nervous, so I just drank even MORE wine and... yea. So finally I get up and go back to the bathroom, and, you're not going to believe it, they'd put up a fucking out of order sign. Yea. The waitress was super apologetic - "Oh, someone flushed a tampon, we're so sorry, we'll get it fixed in a few minutes, sorry!" And of course I'm like "oh it's fine, I'm sorry about that, I'll just wait, no problem," when what I should have said was "girl I'm going to pee my fucking pants this is your restaurant find me a bathroom NOW!" But yea, instead my dumbass goes back to the table, and I'm just nodding at everything Alex is saying, trying to not to cry, never had to pee this bad in my life, trying to hold it without pee dancing like an 8 year old. Somehow we finish our food, and Alex pays, and I'm just so preoccupied trying not to pee myself that I don't even notice Alex is whispering something in my ear about where we're going. I had to ask him to repeat himself like a dweeb but I guess he didn't think I was being too weird still cuz he just took my hand and walked me out of the restaurant. So we walk for a few blocks, and I'm just thinking "Okay, Tess, what the fuck are you doing, why are you walking away from the bathroom when your bladder is about to explode..." But then we got to this private park that Alex apparently knew, and he let us in and we went down to this bench by a pond, and it really was super nice, there were these old fashioned street lamps so we could see each other and we just held hands and looked at the moon over the pond and yea, really nice. Like I almost want to cry remembering how nice it was. But at the time I could barely focus on anything he was saying, I was just so distracted by my bladder. But I was trying to act normal, you know, because I really was into him, and it really was a beautiful romantic spot that he took us. I guess he must have just thought I was really nervous, which I mean, I was, but not for the reason he probably thought. But he just kept saying the absolute sweetest things, and we started getting closer on the bench, and he put his arm around me, and I snuggled into him... And then he leaned in and kissed me, and... God, I'm gonna cry. It was so sweet, like seriously, I just melted, my heart pretty much just stopped and it was just perfect for a moment there. But yea... I guess you know this story doesn't have a happy ending, so, I better get on with it. I guess... Maybe what happened was I was just too caught up in the kiss... Or maybe the kiss didn't matter and I just couldn't hold it anymore no matter what. But yea, that was when I... when it happened. I mean, when I... pissed myself. Like, full on, could not stop peeing, totally soaked my jeans, running all the way down my legs, puddle on the sidewalk... the whole 9 yards. It was completely surreal, I was trying to like, cross my legs and act like it wasn't happening, and... God, it's sooo embarrassing, but I just tried to like, keep kissing him, like maybe we'd never stop kissing and he'd never notice that his date was peeing her pants like a psycho. But anyway that obviously didn't work, probably just made me look more deranged, cuz like, it was extremely obvious what was happening, you could hear the dripping, there was a gigantic stain on my jeans, there was a puddle, yea, not subtle. So Alex pulls back, and I can see in his eyes that he's just totally freaked out, like, what the hell is going on, is this chick crazy, or just drunk? Like, he clearly was thinking he might have to take me to the hospital or something, it was that bad. Meanwhile I was just sooo embarrassed, I just wanted to die, you know, like "God, if you're listening, could you please drop one of those streetlights on top of me and just fucking kill me so that I don't have to explain why I just peed my pants on this date." I don't think I even cried right away, I was just too stunned. I know Alex was asking me if I was okay or something like that, and honestly I have literally no idea what I said cuz what do you even say in this situation? "Yea, I'm fine, I just peed my pants, no big deal! Just uh... couldn't hold it I guess! No... noooo, no there's nothing WRONG with me! Just uh, you know, drank a little too much and uh, didn't quite make it to the bathroom!" Yea... Right. So anyway I was pretty much just frozen to the bench, totally humiliated, just completely dead inside, waiting to get hit by a meteor, and Alex was just sitting there, looking worried that he might need to stop me from running into the pond and drowning myself. But I guess eventually we must have had some kind of conversation, because he got me back to his car and drove me home, and the thing I remember most from that is that I had to sit on a fucking plastic bag so that I didn't get pee all over his nice car. But yea... so he took me home, and he even gave me a kiss goodnight, because I guess he was trying to not make things weird or whatever. And then he messaged me the next day to ask how I was doing, but obviously I didn't answer him, and yea, haven't talked to him since. ...Sooo yeah, that whole thing was almost a year ago, and I am so not over it. Every time I think about it, I feel so humiliated all over again, like I just want to move to a remote island somewhere away from civilization just to escape the shame. And I think about it a LOT you know, I mean, it's not like it's a particularly easy thing to forget. Like I WANT to forget but it's fucking impossible, any time I'm going out to eat, or any time I'm talking to a guy, or any time I have to pee and I'm not like, RIGHT next to a bathroom. I feel like I'm just walking everywhere with an invisible sign that says 'caution: will wet her pants.' I know it’s silly and irrational, but I just feel totally defined by this, like I would never have believed this could happen and it did, so now who knows what other disaster could happen. So yea, I haven't been on a real date since this happened, and I'm too scared to even go out with friends sometimes. Do you... Do you think you can help me? Epilogue: So, I followed your advice - I sent Alex a text where I said all the things you told me to, like I apologized for ghosting him, I told him how embarrassed I'd been about the whole thing, I told him nothing like that had ever happened to me before and I thought it was like... like that, you know, he wouldn't ever want to talk to me again, or even if he did I just couldn't... handle that because I didn't want to be that girl who pissed herself on like our third date, you know? And I said about the wine and bla bla bla, but anyway, he wrote me back the absolute sweetest text, like he really made me almost believe that it didn't matter to him and like I wasn't a total freak, and then, you're not going to believe it - he actually asked me out on another date! I'm gonna wear diapers for this one... that's a joke, but yea, I'm freaking out I'm so happy! You're a genius!!! tess story pt 1.mp3 tess story pt 2 epilogue.mp3

in the meantime, your first issue sounds vaguely like the CC is being read as the wrong type, which makes no sense. Your second issue I would like to see what the log is saying, and I would also recommend using the nohygienedirt mod unless by 'get dirty' you just mean the smell lines. Your third comment, as you already noticed, WW is unlikely to conflict much with this mod at least as of time of release, with the one somewhat major but avoidable exception that sims will not show wet spots if they wet themselves after partial nudity, until you set them back to a normal outfit category using the BG outfit changer. The simplest way to handle this is to disable undressing to pee, which looks weird but solves the most common instance of the issue, and then just remember to manually change back into the BG outfit of choice from pie menu > change outfit on the sim if they're ever partially nude and thus slide into a WW outfit category. Note that once they have a wet spot, they can strip without LOSING the wet spot (which i suppose also can be buggy because they'll get the wet spot over bare skin if they take their pants off).

if you can't prank sims into wetting the bed, i wonder if something deeper is going wrong. That's a base dango mod feature that's worked *forever.* I haven't touched this in a while so maybe there was some horrible mod breaking update from EA - I'll try to at least take a bit of a look this weekend. This mod became all work and no play, so I'm not sure when/if I'll go back to it, considering the version I did release has most of what I planned and seems to work for most people... i think

it's been a hot minute since i was working with this stuff, but for at least the first one of those, 10 is a special outfit category, so there would never be a wet outfit, limiation of the mod. 0 it seems like you just didn't set a wet outfit. 4 i forget, but that's a low number, so probably the same thing.

Nice concept. Fertile ground for essentially infinite chapters. You do a good job building these vignettes naturally, even if it's a bit... convenient that Sam's targets almost always end up enjoying things more than one would expect 😉 I enjoyed the classic haunted house wetting, since that's my kinda thing, and the waders scene with the happy ending, because it was a pretty unique concept that you did a good job bringing to life, and then just a super hot finish. Also, good job with the English, better than a lot of native speakers.

Thank you so much! I'm not a trained artist, so I can rarely get things to look exactly how I envision them, but this was close enough and fun enough to draw that I was able to work up the courage to share. In other news, the rough draft of Chapter 5 is done... I obliterated my unofficial word cap and still didn't get to the reassociation training. Will publish some time during the week when I've had a chance to sleep on it and proofread.

This is a little extra, but i decided to sketch Claire in that last scene. Don't look if you'd like to keep the vision you've formed of Claire in your head free from my interpretation 😉

Thanks, I don't think I need anything like that but i appreciate it. I've been allowing myself to take an unofficial break from the mod after getting slammed by an intractable UI bug when refining an interaction, but inevitably I'll be drawn back in. There's lots more to do! And i do still plan on putting a version of this in the downloads section once the majority of users have it running bug free and all the obvious content I want to add is folded in.

Time for Chapter 4! Collin is back, finally. Looking ahead, I have a pretty good idea where Chapter 5 is going - we'll get into some of the backstory and nuts and bolts of this universe's version of hypnosis, as well as progressing the relationship between Claire and Collin and hopefully doing our first session of re-association training. After that... I honestly don't know. There's some obvious sexual tension that could be fulfilling to resolve, and the (at least partial) restoration of Claire's bladder control is a thread to follow. But I don't have a lot of direction outside of that, and writing for Claire gets more difficult the longer I go - they tell you to write what you know, and I don't actually know anyone like Claire. If anyone has any suggestions that might stimulate my creative process, or at least give me an idea of where people WANT the story to go, I'd be interested to hear them. As always, feedback/comments are welcome, including writing critique. I have some self critique that I could go into but really these prologues are self indulgent enough already. Enjoy! *** The late fall sun was already giving up on the day by the time Claire and Amanda left for Collin’s dorm. Amanda, just to make a point, was wearing the same clothes she had been wearing over the diaper, while Claire, ever fashionable, wore a pair of faded ankle cut skinny jeans, suede ankle boots and a black cardigan. Amanda had assured her that Collin would be waiting for them, but as they walked up the concrete steps to his dorm, Claire noticed her looking uneasy. “I don’t know why he’s not answering me… He said we could come by and he’d meet us. I don’t know where his room is even if we did get into the dorm without him.” Claire said nothing, choosing instead to smirk quietly and hope that Collin would never find his phone. But before she could make a serious case for giving up, Amanda called out triumphantly. “Ah ha! There he is, phew,” said Amanda. “He says he’ll be down in just a minute, and sorry for keeping us waiting.” “How nice of him,” grumbled Claire. When Collin appeared on the other side of the door, he was just as she remembered him. Short, at least by her standards, and scraggly, wearing skinny jeans that had seen better days, and a ‘The Cure’ t-shirt that would have been rejected by the Salvation Army. He looked glum and nervous as he let them in, mumbling some sound that probably was meant as a greeting, and staring at their feet from under the black bangs that shadowed his eyes. At least, Claire thought, he hadn’t gone so far as to flat iron his hair or put on eye shadow, and so managed to present as a young adult rather than an edgy middle school boy. When they reached his room, it became clear why Collin had been slow to answer. “Sorry for the mess…” he apologized, clearing off the bed in a hurry. “I didn’t… think you would actually come…” Collin’s room wasn’t gross or smelly, but it was overwhelmingly disorganized outside of the computer area. His dirty laundry was at least contained in a hamper, but his clean clothes were piled in a way that suggested a rotation of 3 or 4 outfits, none of which ever quite made it back to the dresser. Computer peripherals and vintage stereo equipment had spread out across every surface like a fungus, many in advanced states of disassembly or reassembly. A select few items seemed to have been placed for aesthetic value; a vinyl copy of “Loveless” by My Bloody Valentine, and a large, framed, black and white poster with the words “SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY…” which stood out as the only proper wall decoration. Collin’s office chair looked to be one of the only new and expensive things in the room, another clue, if there was any doubt, as to where he spent the most time. “You can sit down…” Collin said, gesturing hesitantly at the bed. Amanda plopped down graciously, but Claire shook her head stiffly. “I’ll stand.” The unlikely trio found themselves, for the second time, in a small, dusty bedroom with no one saying anything, everyone either unwilling or unsure of how to break the silence. Ultimately, it was up to Amanda, as the person who had brought them together, to take the initiative. “So, um.. Like I said, it seems like Claire might have been… affected… by the hypnosis.” The implications of ‘affected’ pinged off the walls, with opposite effects on the coloration of Claire and Collin’s cheeks - one, turning red in spite of herself, and the other, already pale, seeming to become even whiter. “Right… um… How… affected, exactly?” Collin asked reluctantly. Amanda looked at Claire, who shook her head vigorously. “Oh, uh… Let’s just say… Pretty affected,” Amanda explained, walking on eggshells. “Like… problematically so.” Collin nodded slowly. “Right… Well… That was certainly a possibility, which is why I was reluctant to try something so potentially debilitating... It was impossible to know how… severe… the impact was going to be.” Claire scoffed. There it was again, Collin equivocating to make hypnosis sound more grand and believable than the showy farce that she knew it was. Amanda glanced at her reproachfully. “The other thing, Collin, is that won’t admit that she’s hypnotized. She keeps saying it’s just a medical issue.” “It’s not a question of ‘admitting’ anything,” Claire interjected with annoyance, “I’ve just pointed out, correctly, that it’s more likely there’s a medical explanation for my… issues… than that hypnosis is real and this random guy from a crappy Sunday night house party is the only one who knows how to do it.” “But you never had medical issues before!” Amanda insisted. “Don’t you think it’s a little strange that the only thing that changed between you feeling totally normal and you having these accidents is that you just happened to try being hypnotized?” Mercifully, Collin cut them off. “Uh, I think you’re both right actually... Amanda’s right that the hypnosis could be one possible explanation, but Claire’s right that correlation doesn’t imply causation. We need to investigate more to really know what’s going on.” Claire smirked. Even though Collin was backing both sides, she felt that his analysis vindicated her more than it supported Amanda. “So how do we do that, then?” Amanda prodded eagerly. “Like, how do we investigate more?” “Well…” pondered Collin. “I guess… To start with, are the… symptoms… more mental, or physical?” “Physical,” said Claire. “Mental,” said Amanda, at exactly the same time. The girls glared at each other. Collin raised an eyebrow. “O…k…” he said slowly. “So, there’s some disagreement on that point, which suggests that it’s probably a mixture of both.” “She doesn’t feel when she has to go,” Amanda explained rapidly, “but she also can’t remember that she needs to go, even after a day of trying to adapt, I keep setting alarms to remind her to go to the bathroom and it’s not - “ Amanda stopped talking momentarily, because Claire was making furious throat cut gestures and shushing her viciously through her teeth. “Oh for crying out loud Claire, how are we supposed to get any help if I can’t even talk about what’s going on?” asked Amanda, exasperated. “Maybe it would help if I just asked some more… general questions,” Collin suggested, before things could get out of hand. “Would that be ok?” Amanda nodded, Claire shrugged. Let him run through his ‘questions,’ she thought, and let me out of here. It’s not like she had to answer them, anyway. “Ok…” Collin began, in his slow, low, quiet drawl. He sounds like Eeyore, thought Claire, giggling internally. “So… I’m just going to ask you a series of questions to try to get a… personality baseline and see if there are any… underlying issues, or… any inconsistencies that might be signs of hypnotic delusion. If you’re not comfortable… with any of them you don’t have to answer. Some of these won’t seem to be related to your problem, but that’s intentional. “Oh lord,” groaned Claire. “Hypnosis was bad enough - Now you’re trying psychoanalysis too? Should we go get me a couch to lie down on, or is that too much?” Collin turned a little pink. “Well, I AM a psych major… and you should probably sit down… if you’re ok with that. You can have the chair,” he added shyly. Ah, what the hell, thought Claire. She accepted the chair with a laugh, while Collin relocated, gingerly, to the bed, taking very obvious care to keep a respectful distance from Amanda. “She won’t bite, you know. Not until you get her clothes off,” Claire commented wickedly, making both of them blush. Poor Collin. Not a lot of social skills for someone studying humans, she thought, although the combo of psych major and aspiring hypnotist did seem fitting. “I’m surprised, by the way,” she added. “I assumed you were Comp Sci, based on how I’ve never seen you more than 3 feet from a computer.” “Uh… I’m both actually… double major,” Collin admitted. Even though it played into her stereotype, Claire had to admit that she was a little impressed. Collin might be nerdy, shy, and a bit far out with this hypnosis stuff, which she found ridiculous, but he was also clearly smart and hard working, which she respected. Somewhat mollified, she nodded at him. “Alright, let’s do it. Fire away, Freud.” “Wait - let me get my phone out,” Amanda interrupted. “I want to record this. We might need to reference it later.” “Oh, uh… Good idea,” Collin agreed, although for a moment, he seemed caught off guard. “But let’s use my laptop instead. It’s got an HD camera and I can just set it up here and leave it so you don’t have to hold the phone.” Without waiting for Amanda’s answer, he quickly orientated his laptop camera towards Claire, and started to record. “Alright then... What’s your name?” “Claire Emerson.” “Age?” “20.” “Eye color?” “Olive green,” laughed Claire. “Are we doing a psych eval or are you processing me for a driver’s license?” Collin’s eyes showed just a twinkle of a smile. “Just starting you off with some trivial questions to see how you respond… We’ll work through some common personality disorder screening next.” It took a while, and Collin stumbled a bit at a couple points. But after a number of very clinical sounding inquiries, it was clear to everyone that Claire was not suffering from any mania, delusions, or OCD. There were some comments from the peanut gallery about Claire’s temper, but they all agreed that she was not impulsive or self destructive or anything else that would indicate a disorder in that area. Collin’s other questions were all over the place, from “Do you consider yourself a very emotional person?” (No) to “Are you good at making people do what you want?” (Yes). Sometimes he would ask followup questions, or ask the same question in different ways. “Would you consider yourself to be particularly well organized?” “Yes.” “More organized than the average person?” “Absolutely.” “Do you ever find yourself in situations that you feel unprepared for, with no idea what led up to them?” “Nope, never.” They went on and on, and Claire had almost forgotten why they were there, until… “Ok… I do have to ask this at some point… Have you ever had any issues with bladder control in your adult life?” “...No.” “Ever waited too long to go to the bathroom, and not quite made it?” “Nope. But if we wanna get Amanda in the chair…” “No need for that…” Collin deflected, while Claire giggled. “I think I have what I need from the personality questions… This next part is a bit outside of the normal evaluation. I’m going to ask you about some specific real life scenarios, and I just want you to tell me, honestly and in detail, what you would do in each of them. These may seem a bit… trivial, but they’ll help... Are you up for that?” he asked, evidently uncertain about Claire’s level of patience. “Sure,” Claire replied readily. She’d expected to be annoyed by now, but she’d never been psychiatrically evaluated before, and found herself enjoying the attention. She was feeling a little fidgety, but figured it was probably something to do with sitting too long in this cramped, stale room. “Alright… I want you to imagine… You’re catching a plane the next morning, and you’re getting ready to go to bed. Walk me through some of the things you’d want to make sure about before falling asleep.” “Sure,” Claire began. “So, I want to make sure my suitcase or suitcases are all packed, except for things I absolutely need in the morning, like my outfit for the day, makeup, phone, boarding pass printed out. Make sure my phone is charging overnight. Toiletries for travel in ziplock bags and airplane sizes… Double check that I don’t have anything that can’t go on a plane... Double check that my carry-on bag fits the airline requirements. I might shower if I’m really getting up early for the flight, and I’ll have my ride to the airport sorted out with either a friend or with a rideshare.” She paused, thinking. “Also, when my family went on trips, we always tried to empty out the fridge most of the way, so there wasn’t spoiled food when we got back. And watered the plants, got someone to take care of the dogs and stuff… But that stuff wouldn’t apply to me right now, obviously.” Collin nodded along while Claire covered every possible base, including some that she was sure Amanda had never even thought of. When she was finished, he went straight on to the next question. “Another variation. Let’s say you’re leaving for a long car ride… What are some things you do right before you leave the house?” Claire crossed her legs, and put a hand on her chin. “Um, well, I’ll skip the stuff that I already said in the plane section that applies to any trip. So… I guess make sure there’s gas in the car, make sure I’ve checked the traffic and shared my ETA with anyone that I’m going to see… Bring some food or plan a stop along the way where I can get food. Same for coffee - especially for coffee. Make sure to…” she trailed off, a somewhat dazed look on her face. “Make sure to what?” probed Collin. Claire just shrugged. “Is there anything else?” Collin prodded gently. “Like say it’s a really, really long drive, and you've already had some coffee.” “Uh.. No.. I don’t think so anyway...” Claire mumbled. Amanda, watching from the bed, was looking as though she had just heard a piece of particularly shocking gossip, and Claire didn’t know why. Collin showed no reaction. “One more variation. Let’s say… You’re seeing a movie in the theater. It’s a long movie, so you’re going to be there awhile. Is there anything you do before you go in and sit down?” Claire listed off a few things; buy the tickets ahead of time, get to the theater early, buy snacks and soda... “Figure out which room my movie is in. Go to the… Uh, go pick a seat. And… silence my phone, if it’s not already silenced. I guess that’s it, there really isn’t that much for this one…” “…Noted,” said Collin, when it became clear that Claire had not noticed the glaring omission in her planning. Next to him, Amanda looked positively flabbergasted. “What about… after the movie?” asked Collin, giving Claire one last chance. “Let’s say you drank a large soda, and you’ve got a bit of a long ride home.” Claire looked at him blankly. Her leg was tapping the floor now, and she didn’t like the feeling she was getting, the nagging suspicion that everyone else in the room knew something she didn’t. “Uh… Um… I don’t know… Text my ride? If I didn’t come in my car or with friends? Maybe text my parents if I’m going home? I don’t know… You’re making me feel silly, but it’s just seeing a movie, it’s not rocket science…” She trailed off, looking lost. “That’s ok…” Collin said soothingly. “There’s no right answer… I’m just getting an idea of how you plan for different situations.” He looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Alright… Almost done. I’m going to ask you a few more direct questions… Do you know what a diuretic is?” “Yes,” answered Claire snappily. “Duh.” “Just making sure… And can you name some drinks that are diuretics?” “Coffee, tea, alcohol… Maybe cranberry juice, if that one guy from ‘The Departed’ knew anything.” “I dunno, but it doesn’t matter,” Collin replied. “So, if for example, you’ve been out drinking a lot of alcohol, is there anything you might try to be… more aware of throughout the night?” “Definitely,” Claire nodded. “I always drink a lot of water if I’m drinking alcohol. People are always complaining about hangovers, but they don’t even try to hydrate, it’s ridiculous.” Instead of lightening the mood with her mild complaining, it seemed that Claire had made things even more inexplicably dire. Amanda had her hand over her mouth now, and was looking at Claire like she had just grown a second head. Claire had absolutely no idea what was going on with her, and she was decidedly uncomfortable at this point. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, still tapping her foot, and looked back at Collin, searching his face for an explanation. What she saw was concerning - his poker face was mostly intact, but his eyebrows had disappeared, retreating involuntarily up into his bangs. He corrected this quickly, though. “Yea… that’s smart… Anyway, one last question. I’ve noticed that you’ve been getting really fidgety as we’ve been talking. Do you have any idea why? And… sorry, one other personal question… When was the last time you went to the bathroom?” Claire shrugged. She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to tell Collin he was making her nervous, even just as an excuse. She didn’t know when the last time she went to the bathroom was, either, but she didn’t see the relevance, and was getting tired of bathroom questions. Collin, for his part, made no attempt to drag the answers out of her. “So, did I pass?” asked Claire flippantly, once it became clear that there were no further questions. “Uh… Well, it wasn’t a ‘pass/fail’ test, but, I do think you’re showing some… pretty strong effects from the hypnosis,” Collin mumbled apologetically. “Can you do anything to help?” cried Amanda, like the distressed relative of a terminally ill patient. “Hm…” Collin sat, looking pensive, for a long, pregnant moment. “No, probably not.” He shrugged. “WHAT?” yelled Amanda, while Claire burst out laughing. The sheer anticlimax of Collin’s response was just too perfect. After all that grilling, all of those slick personality questions, he ultimately had nothing useful to say after all. He was just jumping right back into the hypnosis boat with Amanda. Well, they could sail away together for all she cared. She stood up from the chair, and walked over to the door. “Well, there you have it Amanda, he’s just as clueless as the doctors. And he can’t fix me with more hypnosis, probably because, plot twist, hypnosis isn’t real.” “Why CAN’T you fix her with more hypnosis?” asked Amanda beseechingly, ignoring the rest of Claire’s comment. Collin, who was still looking a bit shell shocked from Amanda’s indignant scream, tried to explain. “I mean… it’s basically what I said before… it’s easier to hypnotize away someone’s inhibitions or abilities than to give them brand new ones.” “But this isn’t a brand new ability,” Amanda persisted. “You’re just restoring an ability she already had.” “It doesn’t work like that…” Collin mumbled. “Why not? How DOES it work then?” It seemed like, now that Collin was no longer presenting a helpful or interesting version of hypnosis, Amanda was finally starting to demand answers, and Claire looked on with glee. Collin took a second to compose himself, then launched into an analogy. “So… Imagine Claire’s brain is like a house. An impossibly large and complex house, with hallways, staircases and doors connecting all the different rooms together. What I did was the equivalent of handing Claire’s subconscious a sledgehammer, and telling her ‘go tear down all the staircases that are relevant to bladder control…’ Or more accurately, ‘think of everything you can that reminds you that you have to pee, or should pee, and destroy all those triggers one by one.’” Claire pictured a little tiny version of herself walking around her brain, covered in plaster and splinters, and she giggled. But a silly construction metaphor was not the same as a scientific explanation, and did nothing to actually sway her opinion. Amanda seemed less sure. “Well… Why can’t you build new staircases then? Why not just tell her brain, hey, go put those staircases you destroyed back up?” “Well, two reasons… One, Claire’s subconscious isn’t a carpenter… Building connections is a lot harder than tearing them down. And two, as the hypnotist, I’m letting Claire’s mind do all the work… I can put her in a suggestive state, give her a prompt and let her run with it... But I can’t tell her ‘go build a bunch of staircases connecting your brain and your bladder’ because that’s not a specific enough set of instructions. And she’s got no reference point to follow, unlike before, because she’s destroyed the blueprint…” Amanda furrowed her brow. “Hmm… I guess that kind of makes sense…” “What? No it doesn’t!” Claire was disappointed to see her friend giving in to Collin’s cheesy explanation. Loudly, and rather animatedly, she let it be known that even if the analogy SOUNDED smart, nothing Collin was saying provided any kind of actual scientific basis for hypnosis. But to her annoyance, no one listened to her. In fact, Amanda gestured at her, and her twisting, bouncing legs, and addressed Collin like she wasn’t even there. “But if all her brain bladder staircases are destroyed… Why is she doing all this pee dancing? I’d almost never seen her pee dance in my life before this, and she’s been squirming for like 30 minutes now without doing anything about it. It’s honestly kind of disturbing.” “Well, it’s what you said…” Collin answered. “Her brain doesn’t connect the symptoms of having to pee with the realization of having to pee, and that includes the uh… pee dancing. But it seems like her body still has some residual, automatic reaction to the sensation of a full bladder that makes her fidget… She just doesn’t know what it means. At least that’s my guess,” shrugged Collin. “Who knows, really.” “HEY! Dumb and dumber! I can hear you, you know!!” Claire interjected, red faced and properly peeved. “And I’m not PEE DANCING,” she added, straightening herself out and standing completely still. “If I’m fidgety, it’s because I’ve been trapped in this shithole dorm room for the last hour, listening to you two dweebs speculate about whether my brain is more of a three story Victorian, or just a mid century ranch.” Collin and Amanda just stared, at a loss for words, while Claire went on ranting. “I’ve had enough! A couple accidents and you two jump to the most unlikely explanation. ‘It’s got to be the HypNoSis! There’s no other explanation!’ God, listen to yourselves. Besides, Amanda is exaggerating the whole thing anyway.” Now that she was done with Collin’s investigation, Claire had no reason to be honest, and surged on with the blatant lie. “I’m not TOTALLY unable to feel when I have to go. And I’ve already basically got this under control. I have one little incident, and y'all decide I’ve got a spell on me or whatever, while Amanda spends her whole life barely making it to the bathroom but that’s supposed to be normal. This whole thing is one long stupid overreaction. I’m not going to pee my pants again, and I don’t need you two brainstorming how to fix me with hypnosis, because, reality check, hypnosis isn’t real…” Claire trailed off. Her audience was not looking at her anymore, or rather, they weren’t looking at her face. They were staring, wide eyed, at her crotch: Amanda, with an expression of pity and disappointment, and Collin, with an expression of stunned embarrassment. “Claire…” Amanda shook her head sadly. A pit had opened up in Claire’s stomach. She could feel it now. Traitorous, rippling warmth was emanating from the intersection of her thighs, blanketing the insides of her legs and running up backwards along the contours of her perky butt. When she dared to look down, she saw her jeans rapidly darkening around the path of the relentless rivers inside them, forming an unbroken stain from origin to terminus, alongside a few shiny tributaries that snaked out from the main deluge and trickled down at their own pace. The flood poured out over her expensive shoes and onto the floor, most of it caressing her legs the whole way down, but some of it, too much to contain, breaking free at random points along her jeans and dripping down directly like the runoff of melting icicles. Claire let out a high pitched whimper of dismay, and, in a quavering voice, summed up the situation in two words. “Oh fuck…” Her mind was spinning a million miles an hour, trying to think how this was happening, as if hoping that if she could only categorically rule out the possibility that she could be peeing her pants, it would cease to be real. But everything added up. She couldn’t think of a time that she’d gone to the bathroom since the cab ride, and she’d had plenty of water and coffee to drink since then. She’d ignored one bathroom alarm, and turned the other off in advance. What had she been expecting? In a daze, she only just noticed that something had hit her in the feet, and realized that Collin had somehow leapt off the bed and procured a towel without her noticing, then thrown it over her to mitigate the damage. Was it more embarrassing to completely flood his dorm floor with pee unabated, or more embarrassing to have him needing to jump in and intervene to prevent it? “I’m so sorry,” she sniffled. “I’m… I’m just… I don’t…” Collin shrugged. His face was still red with secondhand embarrassment, but otherwise, he seemed to be composing himself quite quickly. “It’s fine… just… finish… It doesn’t matter.” It took a minute, but Claire did ‘finish.’ What else was she going to do? The towel contained things somewhat, but not completely. No one dared adjust it. Amanda wasn’t saying anything this time. There was still a trace of pity in her eyes, but only a trace. She clearly felt that Claire, who had blown off her attempts to help, lied to discredit her, and accused her of ‘exaggerating,’ had more or less immediately got what she deserved. With Claire paralyzed and Amanda pouting vindictively, Collin tried to take charge. “You probably could use some space…” he said, kindly. “I can go get a garbage bag and some paper towels, and you can… clean up. There’s another towel you can use. If you want to put on some of my clothes…” Collin struggled to shoulder the audacity of such a personal suggestion, before recovering enough to follow through. “You know, to change into some dry clothes, you can use whatever fits… Or not… Or whatever…” Claire just stared into space, but Amanda reluctantly broke her silence. “I actually happen to have a change of clothes, because… reasons,” she admitted. “If you want to go get that stuff she can put those on.” Collin didn’t need to be told twice. He was eager to put some distance between himself and the intimate female drama playing out behind him. Perhaps, in the back of his mind, he saw a certain bitter irony in the fact that he’d finally, inadvertently, convinced a girl to get naked in his room, only for it to happen, by necessity, without him in it. If he did, though, he pushed it aside. For better or for worse, he had dragged an extremely strange situation into his orbit, and he was going to need to figure out how to get control of it. If only it were that simple.