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            Chapter Two:

            Once the little nineteen year old turned eleven was clean and comfortable, and Mr. Oswald was in the front seat again, her in a clean pair of jeans and a very childish pink cartoony shirt comfortably dry in the back seat, he started to look for a nice little restaurant for them to eat at.

            As they started to drive around, to find a good place to eat, Mr. Oswald talked to her.

            “What do you like to eat?”

            “Um… whatever is fine.”  She had come from a poor family, her aunt and uncle not having much more than a roof over their heads, so she really could not afford to be a picky eater.  Maybe before she had turned twelve, she might have fussed about what was given her, she couldn’t remember, but after living with her impoverished aunt and uncle for over seven years, she learned to be grateful for whatever food she was given.

            “Let’s stop there, if that’s okay with you then,” he pointed out a quaint little restaurant that wasn’t so high class you couldn’t take kids in, but was not a fast food place either.

            She nodded when she looked up through the front windshield, scooting the edge of the back seat so she could see.

            “That looks good… Mr. Os….”

            “Honey, call me daddy for now.”

            She blushed.  “But, I’m not even wet,” she started to complain.

            “Look at your clothes honey.  Do you want everyone to think a nineteen year old picked out such a childish shirt?”

            She shook her head no.

            “Call me daddy, sweetheart.  I promise, I’m doing this for you.  If you have more wetting problems while we are on the road, it will be a lot easier to explain accidents done by an eleven year old child than an adult.”

            She nodded.  She hoped she wasn’t going to wet her pants the whole trip, but he had a point about there not being that many toilets available on the road, and he had already made it clear he wasn’t just going to pull over on the side of the road for her.

            “Okay, daddy.  It’s just… I’m not used to having a daddy that cares.  My daddy abandoned me when I was about eleven because I think I was doing drugs then, and because I wet myself all the time.”

            Mr. Oswald looked up at her through the rearview mirror.

            “So, if he just abandoned you, how did you end up with your aunt and uncle?” he asked her.

            “I’m not sure how they found me,” she looked down at her new shoes which were really, kind of childish, too.  “I just know that shortly after my daddy disappeared, some people took me to Mexico, and then somehow found my aunt and uncle.”

            “You were in Mexico for a while?”

            “Not really.  They took me to Mexico, but I’m not sure how long I was there before my aunt and uncle were found, and then I was taken on to Guatemala to stay with them.”

            “Are you sure your daddy abandoned you?” he asked her.

            “I… well, he disappeared, and some people that picked me up told me that he left me.  They had picked me up from school, I think because my daddy didn’t come to get me that day.”

            He frowned. 

            “Well, I’m really sorry that happened to you, baby.  But if you trust me to be your daddy while we are on this trip, I will not abandon you whether you are pretending to be eleven or even if you are nineteen years old.”

            “Okay.”

            Mr. Oswald got out of the car once he parked it, and he went to her door, opened it, and helped her out.  He then bent down, hugging her, he also felt the back of her pants.

            “What are you doing, sir?”

            “Just checking my little girl to make sure you weren’t too embarrassed to tell me you accidentally pottied your pants again.”

            Breanna’s face burned a little bit.  Her aunt must have convinced him that she still wets all the time, and doesn’t tell anyone that she’s wet.  Well, she does do little accidents in her panties that she doesn’t think even her aunt knows about, but still, she figured her aunt told him it was worse because she was afraid that Breanna would disappoint them, and get sent back for wetting her pants at school.

            Mr. Oswald helped her tuck her shirt into her jeans, just as if she was a child.

            “It’s not proper to have half your shirt tucked in and the other half sticking out,” he told her showing her where she had not tucked in her shirt in places.  “Just hold still for a minute, okay?”

            He unzipped her jeans, moved his hand all the way around her shirt to force it down into her pants, and then he zipped her back up and buttoned her pants for her.

            “There we are.  All nice and dressed.”

            He had had her twirl for him when they first left the last place though, so she thought she had tucked her shirt all the way in.  She didn’t know how or why her shirt had come out in places, but since all he did was help her get it back in place, she decided to just drop it.  He was just acting like a daddy, probably.

            He then took her by the hand and walked with her up to the building where he let her hand go, and opened the door for her.

            Before she knew it, she was sitting with her ‘daddy’ at a table, and he smiled at her.

            “You know what’s missing?” he asked her.

            “What?” she asked.

            “I haven’t seen you pull out a phone or ipad even once to play around with it.”

            “I’m nineteen years old,” the girl reminded him.

            “Nineteen, eleven, whatever, it’s not natural for a young person to not be on her phone when her daddy or important person isn’t talking to her.  Where is your phone, baby?”

            “I don’t have one.”

            “Well, we’re going to have to fix that.  Even a nineteen year old who is on her own going to college needs a mobile phone for her safety.  We’ll get you one as soon as I can.”

            “But… you never said the school would provide something like that,” she said almost scared of taking such an expensive gift from this guy.

            “The school assumes that all young people have a phone,” he told her.  “It’ll be our little secret if I get you one.”

            “But…, I can’t pay to keep it working,” she told him.  “I’m only going to college because you said the scholarship will pay for everything I need.”

            “And it will,” he reached a hand across the table to take her hands in his.  “And you need a phone, so the school, even if I have to see to it personally, will pay to make sure you have a working phone.  We will have to wait until we get to America to get it, but we will be getting you a phone.”

            She blushed.  She was sure that this had nothing to do with what the school would provide for her.  She wondered what made this guy really care about whether she had one or not, and why he kept wanting her to call him daddy.

            “Trust me, you need a phone for your safety, honey.  Things can happen in the states to young women that are not prepared for danger.”

            “I know,” she said looking down.  “Things happen in Guatemala, too.”

            He smiled.  “Well, as long as I’m looking after you, I will make it as difficult as possible for anything bad to happen to you, sweetheart.”

            “You keep calling me baby and sweetheart,” she looked up at him.  “You’re not… you know, interested in me, are you?”

            He shook his head and frowned.  “Not like that, no, honey.  I’m just treating you like a child so that it’s easier to protect you.  I don’t mean anything by the little expressions of care that I’m using.  If it’s really uncomfortable, I can try to stop doing it.”

            “But you’re saying it to remind me to be eleven years old right now, and to treat me like a kid?” she asked.

            “To protect you, honey.  It’s more than keeping you from being embarrassed as an adult if you have an accident.  It’s also that people are much less to try something if they think you are a child, whose father is right at hand watching you like a hawk.”

            She nodded.  That did make sense.

            “I guess you can call me childish stuff if you want.  It doesn’t really hurt me.  I was just wondering is all.”

            She looked up to see a waiter coming with the food that they had ordered.

            “Daddy?  Can I go potty?” Breanna asked him.

            “Sure honey.  It’s right over there, so you have two minutes, and then I’m going to come looking for you.  Don’t make me come in there looking for you unless you’re in trouble, okay?”

            She nodded and got up and went to the bathroom.  She still didn’t need to pee, to tell the truth because she had just done it not long ago, but she wanted to go look in the mirror.  Her hair was still a little bit wild, and the look clashed horribly with the nice new things she had on, so she tried to train her hair down with some water.  After some time, she got her hair to flatten down, but when she was done, she had gotten her face and shirt a bit wet.  Then, just in case, she did sit on the toilet, but as she suspected, nothing wanted to come out.

            She got up and went to wash her hands, and then on her way out, just as Oswald had promised he would, he had started towards the bathroom door to check on her.

            “There you are, sweetie!  You spend all that time on your hair, honey?”

            She smiled up at him.  “It’s better, right?”

            He smiled back down at her.  “You could have told me that you wanted to fix your hair, baby.”

            She shrugged. 

            “Did you at least sit on the potty and try?”

            She nodded.  “I tried.”

            “Good girl,” and he put a hand on her back and directed her back to the table to eat.

            “Next time, warn me you are wanting to look after your hair or something, baby.  It takes girls a little bit to do things like that.  I was getting a little worried about you.”

            “I’m sorry.  I will, daddy.”

            They started eating.

            He whispered to her.  “Don’t be afraid to get a little on your shirt or of making a mess.  Eleven year olds are not as messy as babies, but they do spill sometimes, okay?”

            Breanna frowned.  Was he hinting that she should dirty her shirt with food somehow?  He seemed to be taking her acting eleven a bit more seriously than she imagined needed to protect her.  Still, he had been in charge of picking up kids for this college, probably for a long time, so he likely knew better than she did, what needed to be done to get her safely to the college.

            She decided the easiest way to get food on herself, was to have an accident, so she accidentally, on purpose, dropped her fork saying oops as the food on it splattered her shirt and her jeans.  She hoped that was good enough, as she picked up her fork again, but he stopped her using it, and called for a waiter.

            “I’m sorry, but my daughter had a little accident.  Can she please get a clean fork?”

            The waiter smiled and nodded.

            Oswald smiled at Breanna.  “You must be really tired from all the driving, baby.”

            She nodded.  She wasn’t sure if he thought it really was an accident, or if he knew she had done it on purpose to get food on her like he told her to do, but it didn’t matter.  She had accomplished what he wanted.

            “We’ll look for a place to rest for the rest of the evening after we are done eating, and then you can take a bath, okay, baby?”

            She nodded.  He really seemed to say honey and baby an awful lot, much more than needed to make people believe he was her daddy.  She started to wonder if he really wanted to be her daddy, and wanted her to be a little kid.  She sort of wouldn’t mind being a little kid and letting him be her full time daddy, somewhere in the back of her mind, but in her more alert half, she knew that that would make everything harder for what she had to do.  He was a nice person as a daddy, never actually criticizing her for little accidents and always being concerned for her.

            They finished eating, and then he went to her side of the table, and picked her up.

            “You were spilling food all over yourself,” he whispered to her.  “You must be really tired, so daddy is going to carry his little one out to the car and help you get tucked in, okay?”

            She only responded by rolling so that she could hug him and hide her face in his shoulder.  She didn’t want people to see her face as she was carried out like a baby, but she didn’t tell him no either.  Truth was, she was tired, and if she was actually eleven years old, she imagined that this would have been a really nice feeling.  Even now, it didn’t feel entirely terrible, but it was embarrassing.

            He helped her into the back seat, laid her down, and then unbuttoned her pants.

            She looked up at him, but before she could ask why, he was already answering her.

            “It’s more comfortable to sleep with your pants not so tight and you’re in the car now, safe from anyone seeing you, so it’s not going to hurt to unbutton or unzip your pants so you can be comfortable as you fall asleep.”

            She nodded and let him undo her pants for her, and then he smiled at her one last time before closing the door for her and then getting in the front to drive, looking for a motel.

            Breanna laid back in the seat, just the way Mr. Oswald had put her, and she closed her eyes.  Despite being stuck in the car for most of the day, and really not having much of anything exciting around her, she was giddy and her energy was on high throughout the trip.  Maybe it was because she was riding with a stranger, going to a strange land.  Maybe it was because she was accepted into college despite all her uncle’s and aunt’s words haunting her day in and day out that she was a waste of space and would never be able to get out on her own.  Maybe it was because she was confused by Mr. Oswald’s expectations.  He certainly had different thoughts about how to protect a young lady than her aunt and uncle did, especially when it came to treating her like an eleven year old.

            She sighed.

            She didn’t know when, but somehow, she had fallen asleep despite the fact that they couldn’t have been looking for a motel for very long.  They were in the capitol city, after all.

            The first moment she realized she had been asleep, and then prodded and lifted out of the seat, was when she was finally in his arms, and he was adjusting her to carry her into the motel room.

            “You were, sleepy, weren’t you baby?” he asked her as he shuffled her into a comfortable position to carry her into the room.

            She smiled up at him and nodded her still droopy eye face.

            “Well, before you sleep, we need to get you into your night panties and your pajamas, okay?”

            “I honestly don’t wet the bed anymore,” she tried to tell him.

            “Well, whether you do or not, can you please do what I ask, at least this once?  If you wake up dry in the morning, I won’t insist on you sleeping in them anymore, but they are still a good idea for you to wear in the car, okay?”

            She nodded.

            He took her right to the bathroom, and he set her down next to the toilet.

            “I can leave the bathroom so you can try to pee,” he said to her.  But her eyes were not only drooping, but her arms barely had any energy, and she just tried to lift her head up to look at him.  She was exhausted.

            “Do you want me to leave the bathroom?” he asked her.

            “No need.  I just wet myself not that long ago, and I don’t think I can go right now, sir.”

            “Daddy,” he reminded her.  “You can call me sir after we get you to the school, okay?”

            She looked down.  “Daddy.  I already wet so I don’t need to for a while.”

            “Alright, then, you need to take off your jeans and your panties so we can put your night panties on.  Do you want to do that yourself?”

            She nodded, but when he gave her the night panties, she just sat on the toilet, the lid down, and rested there, holding her night panties in her hands loosely.

            He had left for a bit, and when he came back to see her almost tipping over, her eyes closed, and her jeans still up, he lightly shook her.

            “Baby?  You’re not dressed for bed yet,” he told her.  “If you’re too tired to dress for bed, I’m not sure what to do.  I don’t want you to wet all over the bed, baby.”

            “I…,” she sighed.  She had already told him she doesn’t wet the bed, but it seemed her aunt was more convincing.  She looked up at him.

            “You can do it,” she gave him permission.  If he was telling the truth about treating her like his eleven year old daughter, then he really wouldn’t do anything but change her, right?  And she was too tired to do it herself.

            Her eyes closed.

            Breanna didn’t stir after that until she felt her shoulder being prodded.  She eventually started to feel the air around her, hear the insistent Mr. Oswald calling her, and to move her legs a bit in the bed… the… the bed?  It… what the?

            She sat up suddenly as her head felt funny.  She couldn’t put her finger on what her brain was trying to tell her, but she had sort of a déjà vu feeling, as though something awful had happened, and she looked at the man crouched down by the head of the bed.

            “There we are,” he said to her.  “Princess Breanna has finally joined the land of the living.”

            She had no time for his childish nickname playing.  Something was amiss, and she had to figure out what it was.  She squirmed her legs, and something was definitely not right in the bed.

            Shivering with anticipated shame, the girl reached her hands down the blankets and towards her pajama bottoms.  She felt the top of her stomach, and then lower and lower until she found her pelvis.  Lower, and then her face blushed red, a heat rising from her ears, and water ran from somewhere inside her head towards her eye sockets. 

            Her hand frantically felt around the bed next to her, willing for this to be just her imagination, but now, a cool dampness in the sheets had confirmed that despite having on the toddler-like panty, she had wet enough to get the bed soaked.  She started to sniffle, expecting him to pull back the blankets and then start scolding her at the very least.

            “What is it,” Mr. Oswald asked her still leaving her blankets covering her as though giving her the option of doing it on her own.

            She turned her red burning face away from him and muttered.  “I peed my pants….”

            “What was that?” she had obviously said it too low for him to make out.

            “I wet the bed,” she tried to say though her whiny voice that was constricting the words of shame so that she sounded raspy.

            “Baby, it’s okay if you had a nightmare,” he had not heard her properly.  “I’m here, and you’re fine now, sweetie.”

            She shivered and knowing she still couldn’t get her voice to work right, she just pulled down the blanket and showed him.

            He saw her body shaking, and her face burning, and her hands tried to cover her wet pants front, but there was no way they could be big enough to keep him seeing the massive lake around her.

            “Don’t tell me you are shaking and scared just because you’ve wet yourself,” he whispered to her.

            She nodded, her finger coming up from her leg and moving towards her mouth, but he stopped her hand when he saw it going towards her face.  He caught her hand, and he helped her sit up and turned her so her legs were dangling over the edge of the bed.

            “Your aunt told me that this happens, sweetheart.  And I told you, it’s okay….”

            “You think I lied….”

            “No, baby, I think you were too embarrassed and hoped you wouldn’t wet because what nineteen year old wants someone to think they still wet the bed, but it’s okay, baby.  Wetting in your sleep isn’t the end of all.”

            “How come you’re not yelling at me and trying to spank me?”

            “For doing something I was already warned you’d likely do?” he asked her.  “Why would I spank you or yell at you when I knew this was going to happen?  It’s not your fault.  You didn’t want to do this, right?”

            She shivered deeply.

            “Of course you didn’t,” he answered for her.  Then he picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom.

            “Until we get to the college, you are going to be treated just like an eleven year old,” he whispered to her.  “That has been the plan all along, whether you pee your pants or not.  You tell everyone who asks you, that you are eleven, sweetie, and there will be no problems.”

            She nodded.

            She thought he’d start yelling and that being eleven, enforced on her would be her punishment for wetting, but he didn’t raise his voice.  He didn’t tell her that she was stupid, and he didn’t tell her that she acted like a baby.  Instead, he just carried her to the bathroom, and put her down next to the toilet.

            “Sit on the toilet, honey.”

            “But, you’re in here….”

            “You don’t have to pull down your pants,” he told her.  “You’re already wet, sweetie.  I’m just going to run you a bath while you try to pee the rest into the toilet.”

            “Through my pajamas?”

            “Your pajamas are already wet, aren’t they?”

            She nodded.

            “Just try to pee for daddy.  No one is going to punish you or scold you just because you have a night time problem, sweetheart.”

            She sighed.  She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t wet in two years, but she knew that at the moment, there was no way to make him believe that.  She had just peed herself in her sleep, and her aunt had convinced him to expect it.  She sat on the toilet like he told her, with her pants still up, and she looked up at him.

            “Just… just pee?” she mumbled at him, her face red and still hot.

            “Please, sweetie.  I want to get you a bath, and get you changed for the day so we can go get some breakfast.”

            She nodded. 

            After a couple of little pushes, she felt her waters spray into her panties before soaking into the already wet pajamas and then she heard a very faint tinkle into the toilet water.  It wasn’t much because she had already done the main event in her sleep.

            When he was done getting the tub full enough, she had already peed, and she looked up at him as he came over to her.

            “Did you pee?”

            “A little bit.  I’m sorry.  I already did most of it in the bed.”

            She more mumbled than anything, but he caught the jest.

            “I know, baby.  I just didn’t want a leak before we even started the day.  I want you to be comfortable and dry when we start out, even if you are going to end up wet later.”

            She nodded.

            “How come you’re not telling me I’m a bad girl?” she asked him as he picked her up from the toilet and set her next to the tub. 

            “Because, you’re not a bad girl,” he told her.  “You’ve been very obedient so far and done everything daddy has told you to do.”

            She looked down.

            “But…, I wet like a baby.”

            “No.  You wet like a little girl that has trouble staying dry at night, and that’s okay.  For one, it makes our story about you being eleven more believable, and for two, if your body had troubles that you can’t control, that doesn’t have anything to do with you trying to behave, sweetheart.”

            She looked up at him.

            “Now, eleven or nineteen, I don’t think you really want me to undress you again for a bath, do you?”

            “Again?” she asked looking up at him.

            “Don’t you remember last night?  You were really tired, and I tried to get you to do it yourself, but you couldn’t, so you gave me permission to change you.  Remember?”

            “Oh,” she blushed.  It was true.  She remembered that when he left her alone, she almost fell asleep on the toilet, and now, she was wearing the babyish made for accident undies, though by the mess she made in the bed, if was obvious they were not made to keep in a full accident.  She also had her pajamas on, and not the shirt or jeans from the night before.

            She nodded.  “I don’t need you to do it,” she said not wanting to talk about the fact she had let him treat her like a child the night before.

            When she was alone enough to take off her clothes, she did notice that he had not taken off her undershirt nor her bra.  He had not taken off anything that he had not asked her about, and she knew he wanted her to wear the thicker panties.  He probably thought she’d just wet a little bit, and then would wake up and run to the potty.  That’s what should have happened, to tell the truth.  She didn’t understand why she had completely wet herself.  This isn’t supposed to happen anymore.

            The little girl put her wet things together, and then got into the tub and relaxed a moment before starting to wash herself.  She looked back over at the wet pajamas as she started to soap up a washcloth, her head returning to when she was around sixteen years old.

            “What in the world, Breana?  Are you a young girl or a dog?” she could hear her uncle saying.  “Are you three years old?” he aunt would ask.  “At least wear a diaper to bed if you’re going to act like a little baby!”

            Then she remembered being in eighth grade again.

            “Damn it, girl!  Are you just trying to buy sympathy or something?  There is no excuse for you to miss doing your homework, and no, wetting your pants is not going to distract me from the idea that your teacher called me!  I don’t care right now about how dirty you want to be!  You are going to sit there, in your peed in chair, and finish this homework!  You must be really stupid if you think you can use your little peeing habits to get me to let you up from that table!  You are a stupid, bad, little brat!”

            “Please, aunty, I’ll be right back,” she thought she had said, but then again, back talking was dangerous, and it is just as likely she had just imagined asking her aunt rather than coming out so boldly, but there she sat, trying to work, and then little by little, peeing in her clothes and making a puddle in her seat.

            “Breanna!” her uncle would scold her.  “Did you just sit there and pee your pants again?”

            “Yes, sir,” she would have to answer meekly or risk even worse trouble.

            “Are you trying to get a spanking today or something?”

            Tears would well in her eyes.

            She sighed and got out of the bath.  Being alone with her thoughts, after having wet the bed, gave her no peace at all.  Her aunt and uncle were just trying to raise her right and prepare her for the world ahead when she would leave, but sometimes, it felt so unfair, the way she was spanked and corrected, when she tried so hard to do what they wanted.  It was like she could never really win.

            The girl dried herself off, and then wrapped a towel around her carefully covering her chest and her privates.

            “Why are you walking through the house or motel naked?” she could imagine her uncle saying.  “You’re lucky I’m your uncle!  Some other men might take that as an invitation….”

            Breanna looked at the bathroom door that led out, where her clothes were, and she looked down at the pile of her wet soiled things.  Was she supposed to put them back on so she could go out there and get some clothes?  Surely, he would scold her or even do something her uncle had warned her against could happening if she went out there in just a towel….

            There was a sudden knock at the door making her jump.

            “Breanna?  Are you okay?” a voice came through the door.

            “Yes sir, but I didn’t bring any clean clothes in with me.  What do I do?”

            “Wait there, honey.  I’ll bring them to you.”

            She nodded.  Though he couldn’t see through the door, or at least she didn’t think he could, he went off to get her stuff, she supposed and came back and knocked again.

            “I’m opening the door to hand you the stuff.  I’m not looking, so you’ll have to take it from my fumbling hands because I don’t want to invade your privacy.”

            She was glad he was so nice about it, and she gladly took the things from him, that he held out as he kept his head turned to the main room where the television was.

            Once back in the bathroom, she looked over the things he had given her.

            Moana’s face on the seat of the ‘toddler’ panties he had given her so that she could pee a little bit, and still be able to go to the toilet without anyone seeing any wetness on her butt, as long as it wasn’t a full on accident.  An undershirt that was teal color, a purple shirt with elmo on the front, and a yellow skirt with folds of cloth in it, so that it looked fancy and cute.

            She smiled at the outfit.  She would definitely look like a little kid with this stuff on, but that’s what he wanted her to be.  It was perfect for what he kept telling her was the best way to for her to behave so that he could protect her.

            She got herself dressed, and then came out to the main room, and looked down at the floor.

            “Sir?”

            “Daddy?” he corrected her.

            “Yeah, um, daddy?  Can you fix my hair?”

            He smiled and got up and took her to the bathroom where he wet a comb and then started to work her hair into a manageable medium where he then twisted braids behind each of her ears.  She didn’t know where or when he had picked up the ribbons, but at the bottom of each of the braids, he had tied little blue bows in her hair.  It was adorable, and really completed the look of a child.

            “So, why don’t you sit on the toilet,” he asked her.  “ Just in case, and see if anything comes out, and then we’ll go find someplace to go for breakfast?”

            She smiled and nodded.

             

           

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Chapter Three:

            Breanna stood there, her head looking down at the floor, and her smile sort of faded as she waited…. While Mr. Oswald was kind to her so far for everything wrong she had done, she knew it was bad to wet her pants and her bed.  She knew she should be yelled at, and the longer it took for him to pick her up, and put her on the toilet, the more nervous she got.  That’s what she really expected… for him to pick her up and put her on the toilet.

            “How old did you say you were?” she could hear her aunt’s voice.

            “Just tell her to sit on the toilet, maybe keep those wet pants on her for while she sits so she can feel the discomfort and the same,” her uncle called from somewhere.  Even though her uncle was not shy about putting her on the toilet when she was fourteen or even fifteen years old, he would often tell her aunt to do it because it should be as improper and disgraceful for her to let him look at her panties as it was for her to wet herself.

            She fidgeted and shivered, her eyes closed, waiting for the strong hands to either pull her skirt and panties down to put her on the toilet, or to just put her on it, expecting her to eventually wet through her dry clothes.  But the hands were taking a very long time in coming to grab her.

            “Jorge,” she could hear in her mind.  “You know she’s getting too big for me to lift her up by myself,” her Aunt Carmen would say.  “Can I just tell her to sit?”

            “No,” she would hear an extremely loud exhale of a disappointing sigh.  “I’ll be there to put her on the toilet myself.  She needs to learn that acting like a baby will get her treated like one, and if she is getting too heavy for you to put her on the toilet, then I’ll have to do it.”

            The man would then appear at the door, and look down at her sagging wet panties and tisk at her waving a finger.

            “Wet the bed, again, didn’t you, Breanna?”

            She just stared at the floor.

            “You are fourteen years old, aren’t you?”

            She shivered.

            “Well?”

            She nodded, tears rolling down her face.

            “And you peed your pants… like a… like…?”

            “A baby?” she pleaded for sympathy.

            “…Like a baby,” her uncle echoed at her.  “Up you get.”

            And she would feel his iron grasp around her underarms, and then her bottom, still wearing wet panties, sitting on the toilet seat.

            “Don’t get up from there until I came back and get you up,” he would say.

            Breanna opened her eyes, because Mr. Oswald still had not lifted her up onto the toilet with her skirt and panties still on, nor had he started to take her clothes off.  Indeed, she didn’t realize it, but he had left the bathroom while she had her eyes closed.

            She shivered.  Did this mean she had to get on the toilet by herself?  Was she supposed to pull down her panties and skirt?

            The girl peeked out the bathroom door, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed he had slept in.

            “What is it, honey?” he asked when he saw her head.

            “I… um… you told me to sit on the toilet, but….”

            “But what, sweetheart?  Did you pee yet?”

            She shook her head.

            “Well, do you want to pee?” he asked her.

            She shook her head.

            “Are you sure?”

            She nodded, looking at the floor, hoping it wasn’t a mistake if he wasn’t going to have her sit on the toilet after all.

            He got up and walked over to her, and she opened the bathroom door.

            “If you don’t need to pee, then go pack your clean clothes up and get them ready, okay?  I’m going to use the toilet, and then we’ll go get some breakfast.”

            He wasn’t mad at her at all.  He didn’t have a drawn out sigh that expressed frustration.  He didn’t pull her over towards him swatting her butt as he did so, and his voice was nice and soothing.

            She nodded and quickly strolled to her clean clothes bag to get them neatly back in like he said before he snapped.  She was really bad.  She wet the bed, she didn’t sit on the toilet, and she didn’t try to pee yet, but he didn’t make her.

            When he came out, he was carrying her soiled wet clothing.  He smiled at her as he passed, and she saw him take out a bag from his stuff, he pulled some other clothes from out of it, and then he stuffed her wet things in it.

            She then saw him wrap the bag up, and he put it back in his suitcase.  Then he folded the clothes he took out of the bag, and he hung them over his case.

            “Well, are you ready?” he asked her.

            She nodded.

            He led her back to the car, and had her wait while he opened the backseat. 

            The girl looked down knowing that they had had a talk the night before about her being treated like an eleven year old, so she expected he was going to put her in the backseat….

            He put the suitcase in the far back, and then her bag, and then he crawled in and got something out.  It was cushions he had purchased the day before. 

            She let him get out of the way before starting to grab the door, but he squatted down by her and he frowned.

            “You don’t want to sit in the front anymore?” he asked her.

            “I thought you wanted me in the back,” she whispered.

            “Why did you think that?”

            “I’m apposed to be eleven, right?”

            “Yes, sweetie, I mean, yes, I’m treating you like an eleven year old child, but I don’t think isolating a child on a trip is the right thing to do.”

            She looked up at him.

            “I just need to check the front seat, and set this cushion up for you so you don’t get your new skirt all wet with stale pee if the front isn’t dry yet.”

            She nodded and looked down, her face getting really hot with embarrassment.

            “Don’t cry,” he tilted her head up at him.  “I’m glad you peed your pants yesterday, baby.”

            “Why?”

            “Because you didn’t fight me to let you out where it was dangerous.  I don’t care if you are nineteen years old or eleven years old or even seven years old, I’d rather you peed your pants than be in danger.”

            She frowned.  “But I’m an adult.  I can tell if something is dangerous by myself….”

            He shook his head at her.

            “Honey, do you know how many people have gotten hurt because they thought they knew what was dangerous?”

            She frowned and looked up into his serious eyes.

            “How many college girls do you think it happened to, asked to get hurt by some males that were being bad?” he asked her.

            “None?”

            “So, if they were so able to read a dangerous situation, then how did they get in that situation if they didn’t choose it?”

            “They didn’t know?”

            He nodded.

            “You are not going to get in a dangerous situation while I’m watching you, or at least not by your own doing.  If I make a mistake, I’d rather make a mistake about misreading some place as too dangerous, than safe enough.”

            She sighed.

            “Please.  Baby, there are more than college men that are irresponsible and just looking for a good time out here.  There are men that are out her to actually hurt you.  These routes are paths that coyotes use to kidnap young girls and take advantage.  You do know what a coyote is, don’t you?”

            “You mean the human kind?  Yeah, I know.”

            “Well, do you want a coyote to get you and force you into a different life than you are hoping to get with some college?”

            She shook her head no.

           “Please trust me, baby.  I’ve gotten lots of students safely to America, and they got there safely because they do what I say.”

            She nodded.  “So I have to wet my pants today, too?”

            He smiled.  “If you need to go on the highway between towns, and I don’t think you should try to hold it, then yes.”

            “What do you mean, YOU don’t think I should hold it?” she asked him.

            “Well, most little women like you would hold it until their little bodies hurt, and they might even experience constipation because of not wanting to humiliate themselves, and I am trying to keep them safe.  After a while, I realized that I had to order the girls to just wet their pants, and while they would fight me at first, as you are likely to do at some point, they learned that it was better to do what I said than to try to wait forever.”

            “So, you are used to making girls wet their pants?”

            “Guilty,” he sighed.  “I’ve made boys do so, too, if the situation warranted it, but yeah, mostly it’s girls because if you go to the side of the road, where people are going to see you pulling your pants down, are you going to pull your pants down?”

            She blushed.  “If I have to… but there are trees….”

            “And as I said yesterday, there are unsteady areas where one wrong foot, and you’d fall to your death.  It’s not safe to go into the trees, honey.  I’d make you pull them down on the road, where I can actually watch you for your safety.”

            She blushed.  “Then… I… I don’t think I’d want to do that.”

            “No, baby.  You don’t.  You are a decent little woman, and you want people to respect you as a good-mannered person.”

            She nodded.

            “So, wetting your pants as an eleven year old is far more decent, and far easier than holding it for two hours only to end up wet, or getting out and showing everyone passing by on the road, your little girl parts.”

            She nodded.

            “You ask me when you gotta go, though, honey.  I promise, if I know a safe place is coming up, I’ll ask you to hold it.  If not, then I’ll tell you to wet your pants.”

            She sighed.  “Okay.”

            He got her situated in the car, putting a blanket down and then a cushion to protect her nice skirt.  He pulled a seatbelt over her lap, and then he closed her door.

            Once they were pulling out of the motel parking, Mr. Oswald smiled over and down at her.  She wiggled her legs, partly in boredom and partly in excitement at leaving Guatemala on this day.

            “What shall we do for breakfast?” he asked her.

            Breanna shrugged.

            “Honey, why do you do that?”

            She looked up at him.  “What?”

            “Last night, I asked you where you wanted to eat, and you just went along with whatever I wanted.  This morning, I ask you what we shall do, and you just shrug leaving it up to me again.”

            “Well, it’s not like I have money.  You are running the show, so I’m happy with whatever.”

            “That’s not very immature,” he told her as though it was wrong to be mature.  “Eleven year olds don’t really understand where money comes from, and especially if they are in a car with their daddy, if their daddy asks, they plead for their favorite places.”

            “Oh, right.  I’m apposed to be eleven years old,” she muttered more to herself than him.  “I’m sorry.  I’m not used to acting like that.”

            He patted her leg.

            “Well, get used to it, baby.  It’s going to take a while, so you need to get used to treating me like you are eleven, and you are on a road trip with your daddy.”

            She nodded.

            “So, where shall we eat?”

            She looked down.  “I never ate out that often,” she told him.  “I don’t have a favorite place.”

            “Not even a fast food?  Not McDonalds?  Not Taco Bell?”

            She shook her head.  “Aunt Carmen says fast food is bad for your health, and candy treats are cheaper and also allow us to eat healthy at home.”

            He nodded.  “Your Auntie isn’t wrong,” he said.  “Still, I don’t know anyone who died because of McDonalds, and if you eat out sensibly, then it really won’t ruin your health.  The people that get fat and have problems, are the people that eat fast food and bad snacks all the time, baby.”

            She nodded.

            “So, do you want to try a McDonalds?”

            Breanna nodded.  In truth, she had been wanting to try one since she started high school, and her peers talked about it all the time.

            It didn’t take Mr. Oswald much time to find a McDonalds, and after he parked the car, he turned to her, and he got a very serious face.

            She looked at him giving him her full attention because when her uncle did the same, it meant to stop daydreaming and to listen. 

            Once, when her aunt and uncle had taken her to Guatemala City, they had been about to go into the restaurant, and Breanna had not realized he was glaring at her from the front seat as she was continuing to play in the backseat, she had learned what not paying attention to that look could get you.

            “Breanna,” her uncle yelled at her cutting through her attention on her dolls.  She was about twelve or thirteen at the time.  “Did you hear me at all?”

            She looked down and muttered.

            “What was that?”

            “I’m sorry,” she whispered a little louder, but still quietly and meekly.

            “You’re sorry.  Little girl, this is serious!  I don’t know, maybe I should just spank you right now so you know how serious this is!”

            At that, he got out of the car, her aunt just sitting there nodding at what was about to happen, and he yanked her out of the car.

            “Not only are not listening to me, when I’m being serious, but I come to find out you’ve already peed your pants?” he yelled at her.

            “I…,” she yelped thinking that was the main reason he had wanted to yell at her in the first place, at the time.

            “Bad girl!” he said.  Then he pulled her pants down, right there in the parking lot, and he spanked her over her soaking wet panties.  His hand swatted and swatted as though he was trying to drive a nail into a board.  The heavy whacks echoed in her ears as her bottom, but more so, her mid back and legs started to first, feel a dull sensation, then a hurt, and finally, stinging.  “You. Do. Not. Piss. Your. Pants. In. The. Car. And. You. Listen. When. You. Are. Talked. To. By. An. Adult.”

            When he was done telling her what she had done wrong, his spanking also stopped.

            “Jorge,” Her aunt inquired as he pulled up her wet pants and tucked her shirt back in.  “I brought her some spare clothes in the back.”

            “No,” her uncle said.  “Where is she going to change at?  In the restaurant?  I think she can just wear her wet pants to show her how it feels to be wet and embarrassed for a while.  She didn’t seem to care how embarrassed we’d be to take her in there wet, in the first place, did she?”

            Her aunt let it drop.

            So, of course, she was quick to hear Mr. Oswald, especially because he told her that she was an eleven year old and to be treated as such.

            “Are you okay?” Mr. Oswald caught something off about her.

            “Yeah.  Sorry.  I… I’m listening daddy.”

            He sighed.  “Okay, well, what I want to know, is how do you act like an eleven year old while we are in there?”

            “I… I have to listen to you,” she said.

            “Good….”

            “I… I better not pee my pants.”

            He frowned.  Since when was that a rule any parents would make for an eleven year old?

            “I don’t talk unless you ask me a question, and I sit still and don’t say dirty stuff.”

            “Say dirty stuff?” he questioned her wondering when a parent would ever hear an eleven year old say anything he’d consider dirty.

            “You know.  I can’t tell everyone in the restaurant that I have to pee or something like that.”

            Mr. Oswald shook his head.  “It looks like you don’t know what I expect, he told her.  “First of all, I don’t know any eleven year old that keeps her mouth shut when she’s not being addressed.  If you were too quiet, people would either think you are not really a kid, or they’d think you were being abused, and maybe even both.”

            She frowned.

            “You can chatter all you want, but I do want you to listen if I ask you to do something, because mostly, if I want you to do something, it’s for your safety, sweetie.”

            She nodded.

            “Second, you are most certainly allowed to tell me you gotta pee or use the potty.  I don’t want to hear words like shit or crap out of your mouth, but you can tell you gotta go without being vulgar about it, right?”

            She nodded.

            “And I have no such rule as you better not pee your pants, baby.  If you have an accident, that is what it is!  I don’t know any eleven year old or anyone over seven, for that matter, that would just pee themselves for the fun of it.”

            She nodded.

            “If you wet, just tell me you had an accident, and if you are feeling ashamed or scared about it, just try to tell me secretly, baby.  You won’t be punished for an accident, okay?”

            She nodded.

            “My rules are, you listen if I say something important to you.  You don’t leave my side unless I know where you are going and I give you permission.  That is it.”

            “Really?  That’s it?”

            “That’s it, baby.  If you follow those two rules, you will be safe.  I don’t have stupid rules about you going potty or how to do it, or if you go in your pants, and I don’t care if you cry a little bit if you don’t get your way as long as you don’t make a huge scene, okay?”

            She nodded.

            “Alright, let’s get you some breakfast, honey.”

            He got out and went around to get her out, and then holding her hand, he walked with her to the building where he let her hand go, and opened the door for her.

            Once they were in the restaurant, she could smell lots of breakfast foods being made, but somehow, the smells were a little different from at home.

            “Let’s see,” Mr. Oswald looked up at the menu.  “You can read everything up there, can’t you?” he asked her.

            Breanna nodded.  Of course she could.  It was all in Spanish after all, but then, he was treating her like a kid.  Maybe he didn’t think an eleven year old could read that well.  To be honest, she wasn’t sure how well an eleven year old read either.

            “Get something as a main dish,” he told her.  “Get some juice, and if you want, besides that, you can have a sweet.”

            He whispered in her ear.  “Of course you want a sweet, you’re a little girl.”

            She nodded and looked up at him.  “Can I have the pancake thing?”

            “Do you mean the whole meal?” he asked her.

            Breanna nodded.

            “Of course, sweetie.”

            “Okay, pancake thingy meal, orange juice, and ice cream?”

            Mr. Oswald smiled and nodded.  “And I’ll also have a pancake meal and some coffee.”

            “It’ll take a bit, maybe five minutes for your order,” Breanna heard the cashier.  “Do you want to take your daughter and sit down?  We’ll bring it out as soon as it’s ready.”

            He nodded.

            When they got to an empty table, Breanna could see the boys’ and girls’ toilets across the room, but she still didn’t feel like she had to go yet.

            “Why don’t you try to go potty before the food comes?” her pretend daddy asked her.  “I promise, I’ll make sure you get your food if it comes early.”

            She shook her head.  “But I don’t gotta.”

            “Are you sure?”

            She nodded.

            “Alright, but tell daddy if you gotta go, even if it’s really bad and it starts coming out, okay?”

            She nodded.

            The food came, and they started eating.

            “You know what’s missing?” Mr. Oswald asked her.

            “What?” she asked as she took a bite of pancake soaked in syrup.

            “You don’t have anything to play with.  Little kids always play in the car when they are on a long trip, and you don’t have an ipad, no dolls, nothing.”

            She blushed.  “But where would I get that stuff?” she asked.  “We always get stuff from second hand and from gifts from other people, so of course no one throws away working ipads or phones, you know?  Besides, you also gotta pay to keep them working, right?”

            “True…,” he frowned.  “But I still don’t know anyone over the age of eleven that doesn’t have one.  But even if not that, you don’t even have a dolly.”

            Breanna blushed.  Nineteen year old women didn’t need dolls, but he was talking about her being eleven, right?  Did she still play with dolls at eleven years old?  Somehow, her eleven year old self seemed so distant, that she couldn’t really remember life back then.  She wasn’t sure why, but a therapist she was brought to a couple of times said that something tragic had happened around that time, and that’s the only clue she had.

            “Well, we’re going to get you a doll, I think, after breakfast.  You can’t go all the way to America without any toys to play with on the way.  That’s just unnatural.”

            Breanna nodded knowing that being eleven as his plan, was what he claimed would keep her from getting hurt, and he had done this countless other times.  He had to know what he was talking about.

            “Don’t be scared or worried if you get syrup on your clothes, sweetheart.  Eleven year olds are not that messy, but they do have little accidents when they eat.”

            She nodded.

            Once she had been filled up with the best restaurant food she thought she had ever tasted, she was asked again if she wanted to use the toilet, and then when she said she didn’t, they were out and in the car again.

            Breanna looked up at him when they were pulling away from the restaurant, and she looked like she had a question on her lips.

            “What is it?” Ralph, the man’s first was Ralph, asked.

            “Daddy?  How come you got me those strange panties for little little kids who sometimes wet?”

            He frowned and shook his head.  “I told you that you’d be wetting your pants, didn’t I?  I mean, when I can’t find a safe place for you.”

            “Yeah, but last night, when I had an accident, those panties didn’t even hold anything.  I don’t understand why you got those if you are thinking I’m going to wet my pants.”

            He nodded.  “You are eleven years old,” he reminded her.  “Did you use to wet your pants at eleven years old?”

            She shrugged.  “I don’t really remember being eleven.”

            “Well, how about when you were twelve?  Did you wet your pants when you were twelve?”

            She shook her head no.  “Well, sometimes at school, I had accidents, but not if I could go potty, I didn’t.”

            “Did you wear diapers when you were twelve, maybe to school or to bed?”

            She shook her head no.  “Uncle Jorge said I’m not a baby, and I shouldn’t have to wear diapers like a baby to stay dry, so I just got in trouble when I wet.”

            He nodded.  “And anyway, I doubt you would have let him diaper you, sweetheart.”

            She nodded.

            “Those are panties,” he told her.  “The idea, is if I can find a safe place soon, but you started leaking, no one will know you had an accident but you and me.”

            She nodded.

            “But if you just wet all the way, it won’t hurt to have little kid panties on, in case somehow, maybe your skirt gets pulled up or something, and everyone will be reminded of a little kid that just had an accident, and not an adult.”

            She nodded. 

            “I want you to feel like a little kid when you wet your pants,” he told her.  “When that happens, if you feel like a little kid, you are more likely to behave like one, and with no hint at your real age, no one will guess, and you don’t have to be ashamed of being wet as an adult.”

            She opened her mouth, but then realized he made sense.  “Okay.”

            “So, that’s why I need toys, so I can just be a child, and when I wet myself, I’ll just keep playing and acting like a child?” she asked him.

            “Exactly, sweetheart.”

            It wasn’t ideal.  What nineteen year old wants to wet herself to begin with, but now, to act even more like a child, and to wear child clothing and to play with child toys… it was a little off putting, but still, something was… not entirely terrible about this.

            Mr. Oswald pulled into the parking, and then he turned to her for another serious talk.

            She waited knowing what was coming.

            “What are the rules for going in a public store?” he asked her.

            “Stay where you can see me, and don’t go anywhere unless you say so.”

            “Good.”

            “Don’t ignore you when you say something to me.”

            “Good.”

            “Um….”

            “That’s all, baby,” he smiled.  “There are no such rules as controlling your going potty or not being able to ask.  There are no such rules as you can’t chatter and be excited and point at stuff.  You are a child.  Be.  A.  Child, sweetheart.”

            Breanna nodded and waited for him to get her out of the car and then take her towards the store.

            It was one of the biggest toy stores in Guatemala.

            “Okay, I think we first need some dolls for our little girl,” he told her.  “I want you to pick out three dolls.”

            Breanna blushed.  Dolls….  If her friends knew that to get to college, she would have to first go back to playing with dolls.  What would they think of that?  What would her uncle think, if he knew she was getting NEW dolls?  Actually, maybe she shouldn’t let him do this. 

            “How am I getting dolls?” she looked up at Mr. Oswald, er, Ralph, er, daddy.

            “What do you mean, how?  I’m getting them for you.”

            “Because you want me to have them?” she asked.  “Or is it part of the college thing?”

            “No, it’s me,” he told her.  “The college doesn’t tell me how to get people to the school safely.  It leaves how I do it up to me for each person.  So the college is not paying for the dolls, I am.”

            “Well, maybe I shouldn’t….”

            “Yes, baby, you should.  It is up to me to decide the safest way.  Do you want people to see a nineteen year old wetting her pants all the time?”

            She shivered.  “No?”

            “No, you don’t sweetie.  You want them to see an eleven year old going potty in her pants, so they will be more sympathetic and less judgmental.  Trust me.”

            She nodded.

            “Now, baby, I decided you were going to be treated like my eleven year old daughter.  What daddy doesn’t make sure his child is content on a long trip?”

            She looked down.  “I don’t know.”

            “A jerk,” he told her.  “No good daddy would force an eleven year old to sit there in the car with nothing to play with.”

            She sighed.

            “Now, will you please get the dolls I asked you to get?  You pick them out, sweetheart.  Try to get some you can at least pretend to get into playing with.”

            She nodded.

            She went right to one doll that was supposed to feel like a real baby.  It was supposed to move its head and arms when you picked it up, and if you flipped a button on its back, it was supposed to crawl.  Besides that, it came with cloth diapers, some mix of sorts, and some bottles to bottle feed it.  She remembered wanting one of those dolls when she was about twelve or thirteen years old, now she thought about it, but all she got was a normal doll that she never played with.

            As she looked at the doll, longing for it and for permission to really be an eleven year old with it, Mr. Oswald picked it up and put it in the cart.

            “I… I didn’t say I wanted that,” Breanna told him.

            “You didn’t have to say it,” he patted her shoulder.  “You were looking at it.”

            She looked down.  “It’s probably really expensive.”

            “Stop that,” he said suddenly short at her, his hand almost to her seat, but not quite swatting her.  “You are an eleven year old.  Don’t talk about the cost of toys.  That’s not what grateful children do when they get a toy.”

            She nodded.  She flinched.  She shivered.  He almost spanked her for real, but he didn’t.  He just showed her that he could.  She realized that he meant it, that she was eleven and she was to act like a child.

            She nodded and looked around the dolls without questioning the prices again.

            After she chose three more dolls rather quietly, by just pointing at them, and then they started to move on to stuffed animals, Mr. Oswald reached down and picked her up, moving the cart with his hips more than his hands as he held her.  He whispered to her.

            “I’m sorry I scared you with that almost swat to your butt,” he said.  “But you are giving yourself away, and people were watching.  I am not sure, but a man in particular was looking at you, and I wanted them to think I was correcting your something really bad, and giving away your real age is really bad, because it puts you in danger, baby.”

            She looked at him with tears in her eyes.  “So you weren’t going to really spank?”

            “Actually, I was, if you continued to argue.  This was serious, and you need to understand, until we get to America, you are an eleven year old, and if you do something I deem dangerous, you will be spanked, baby.”

            She nodded her head.

            “Now, I don’t care when, but before we leave this store, your panties under your skirt needs to get peed in.”

            “What?  Aren’t we in a safe place?”

            “No, baby.  Didn’t you hear me?  A man is watching you, rather carefully because you sounded a little too adult like.  He needs to see you behave like a child so he’ll stop trying to get you alone.”

            “Can… can you point him out?”

            “Not without giving away we are on to him, and that you are not really a little girl, no.  If he is a coyote, then he will suspect I’m also a coyote, and he’ll do anything he can to get you away from me so he can profit off of you, unless he thinks I’m your father, and I’m keeping you closer to me now.”

            She nodded.  “So… I have to wet my pants before we leave this store?  Why not later, outside, or…?”

            “We want to stop him following us to our car or finding a place to try to run us off the road and then take you.”

            She nodded.  “I’ll try to go as soon as I can.”

            She then let him carry her, now, along the toys, and she helped push the cart so he wouldn’t need to put her down.  What was scary, was that when they were choosing stuffed animals, she did see a guy, watching her.  And it looked like he had appeared again when they were in the coloring books area, and once again, when lo and behold, she was given a DS system with three games, that even a nineteen year old could enjoy though the games were easily made to attract little girls, too.

            “I’m wetting,” she eventually told Mr. Oswald as he held her.  She had felt a little bit finally get out as she kept trying to push at herself to wet, but he just kept holding her.

            “You better put me down, daddy, or I’ll get your shirt wet.”

            “I don’t care,” Ralph told her.  “I’m not putting you down until we get to the car.  I don’t know what is going to happen.  Just pee your pants, baby.”

            She nodded and kept trying to push.

            They then walked around the store a bit more, pretending to shop, but she knew it was more to give her time to get enough pee on herself that the man watching them would think she really was a little girl.

            “I’m going to pretend to yell at you when you wet yourself,” Ralph warned her.  “That’s so he will think you are being corrected and he will likely at that point, understand you are a child, and I’m your daddy.”

            She nodded as she continued to try to wet herself.

            It felt like it took two or three hours to get it going, but really, it must have been much shorter, but once she got three squirts out, she started to really pee full force, and the being held with his hands around her bottom and her front pushed against his body, she wet her skirt and his shirt, and the pee ran along her panties butt and drizzled out the back of her panties.

            Once she was completely, wet, Mr. Oswald picked her up by under her arms, and looked into her eyes and he mumbled, so she didn’t even hear what he was meaning to say.

            After a bit, he put her back in his arms, and he rolled the cart to the front of the store where some other people noticed the wet girl in her ‘daddy’s’ arms.

            “Kids,” he sighed at someone in line.

            The man just smiled and nodded.  “Mine did that to me too, just a few days ago.  I thought my ten year old was the only one to do that in public like that.”

            “Well, I guess not.  My kid is eleven.”

            “Oh, she’s in trouble, isn’t she?”

            “Yep.  I’ve told her that I’m putting her DS up until tomorrow because this behavior.  She could have at least told me she had to go, right?”

            The man nodded.

            They got out of the store, and looking around for the man that had followed them in the store, it looked like Ralph’s plan had indeed worked.  No one was following them, that Breanna could see, and she even saw the man that had been following them before.  He had gone off in another direction.

            Mr. Oswald got the little girl in the back seat.

            “Change your pants, sweetheart, and we’ll start towards the border.  You did a good job going along with even the apparent scolding I gave you in there.”

            She smiled and got in the back and put all the curtains up.  Then while Ralph put her new dolls in the front seat and some of the toys in the far back, and eventually kept the DS in his hands until she came back out in a pair of jeans and a pair of training pants under them that was clean, she was given her new toy.

            “Get in the front and sit quietly,” he told her with a smile while he went back and took down the curtains.

            Once he was back in the car, he smiled at her.

            “Good girl wetting your pants when I told you to.  You would have definitely been kidnapped, and me, likely dead, had you fought me on that, honey.”

            “Really?”

            “Yes.  I recognized that man once we were out in the sunlight.  He is a notorious coyote that likes to kidnap college kids that are on their way to America for an education.”

            She shivered. 

 

 

           

           

 

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            Chapter 4:

            Breanna shivered when he confirmed that the person that he was worried about was definitely a notorious coyote.  She started to work on the package for the DS game wanting to play with that first, but after a few minutes, and getting it opened, she found out she had to charge the game first.

            She sighed and showed Ralph.

            “Look in the glove box,” Mr. Oswald told her.  “You should see a black thing that looks like it has a plug and a USB connector to it, and a long thing on the back with metal plates on either side.”

            “What’s a USB connector?” she asked.

            “It looks like a slot,” he scratched his head a moment.  “Well, you do know what an electric outlet is?”

            She nodded.

            “It’s got one of those kinds of holes in the front above the little slot thing that is a USB connector.”

            She nodded and opening the glovebox, pulled out the only thing that even came close to what he was talking about.

            “This?”

            “That’s it,” he smiled at the little nineteen year old.  “Take the heating plug from the car outlet,” he pointed at what used to be called a car-cigarette lighter.

            She pulled it out, and he nodded.

            “Put that piece in the glovebox, and then plug the long stem part into where that cigarette lighter came from.”

            She did.

            “Now, plug your DS game into the plug holes.  See?”

            She nodded.

            Once her DS was sitting on the dash charging, she picked up the special doll that ‘daddy’ had gotten her, and she started to undo that packaging.

            Ralph kept driving, but he glanced at the little girl from time to time to see her unwrapping the special doll.

            When she had it unwrapped, she pushed the button on it to cuddle, and held it under the arms to see what it did.  The advertisement wasn’t that far off.  The doll really looked cute and she thought it did look like it was trying to paw for a hug.

            She put the doll up next to her neck and hugged it, and the doll calmed down, though its little hands were still pushing against her as if it really was a little baby.

            “This little…,” she looked up at Ralph unsure of what to call it.  Of course, as a nineteen year old, she wanted to call it what it was, a doll, but she was supposed to be eleven, and the word for what this was, was lost to her.

            “The little baby doll, or dollie maybe?  Or this baby?” Mr. Oswald tried to help her come up with the word she was missing.

            “The… baby dollie,” she decided.  “It’s really something, daddy.  Thank you for getting her for me.”

            He nodded and patted her lap.  “Of course, sweetheart.  I’m just glad you like it.”

            She put the doll in her lap, and then she got out a coloring book and the crayons that Ralph got her, and she put a pink crayon in the doll’s lap, as if she were to help her color.

            As she colored, she started to drift back into her headspace a bit.

            “Bye Shawna,” an eleven year old girl said to a caramel-light brown hair girl with green eyes.

            “Bye!” she heard the reply of her friend, and then she scanned the parking lot for her daddy’s black pickup.

           The pickup was late, and it was getting later.  This was not like daddy.  He was always waiting for her when she came out of the school.  Where was he?

            She nervously shifted on her feet, scanning the entrance to the parking for her daddy’s truck.

            Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept looking at the entrance, and as seconds turned into minutes—her daddy’s truck still absent.  “Where is he?”

            She was so pre-occupied with watching the entrance, that she didn’t know how it happened or what, exactly, happened.  She was just suddenly lying in the backseat of a car, and two people in the front were talking.

            “Did Carl take care of the guy?” a woman asked the driver.

            “I believe so,” a man said back.

            “So, where are we taking the girl?”

            “We are supposed to take her Yuma, and from there, Hector is supposed to take her over the border.”

            “And we are supposed to get paid then?”

            “That’s the way I understand it.”

            The little girl rubbed her eyes and sat up quietly trying to take in where she was and what was going on.  As she did so, she felt the seat under her all wet.  Her pants were soaked.  Did she pee herself?  She hadn’t done that since… well, she could remember, but what was more important, was that these strangers had her in their car.

            “Where… where’s my dad?” she finally asked.

            “The girl is awake,” the man told the woman.  “Deal with her.”

            The woman turned to the backseat, her hair was black and her eyes brown.  Her voice was somewhat musical.

            “Little one, your daddy doesn’t want you anymore.”

            “What?  No.  That’s can’t be!”

            “I’m afraid it is,” she told her.  “Your name is Breanna, isn’t it?”

            “Yes?”

            “You’re a fifth grade student?”

            She nodded.

            “Well, you are making life too hard on your dad, so he’s paid us to take you away.  He says your mom has family in Mexico, so if we take you there, you will have someone to take care of you.”

            She shook her head.  “No.  I don’t believe you.  Where’s my daddy?”

            “I’m sorry, little one.  Look at your pants.”

            She looked down.

            “It’s no wonder he doesn’t want you anymore.  What fifth grader pees her pants like that?”

            She shook her head.  “I… I don’t usually….”

            “Don’t lie, little girl.  That’s only the tip of the problem.  You are a bad little girl, and now, he doesn’t want you anymore.”

            “You’re lying,” she said starting to cry.

            “I didn’t tell you to make her cry,” the man whispered to the woman.

            “Well, she has to be told at some point.  Sooner is better than later.”

            “You’re both lying,” Breanna sobbed, sniffled, and wiped her nose on her shirtsleeve.  “You’re lying.”

            She felt her heart breaking.  She reached over at the door even though the car was traveling along at its normal speed, and she tried the handle, but it was locked from the outside.  She couldn’t open it.

            “Just be a good girl,” the woman told her from the front.  “Stop trying to get out.  You cannot get out of the car.”

            “But my daddy!”

            “Your daddy doesn’t want you anymore, little girl.  He didn’t pick you up from school, did he?”

            “Something happened,” she said still sobbing.  “He would never leave me!  He wouldn’t.”

            The lady sighed.  “Whatever.  Just lie down and rest, little kid.  You’re going to need it.”

            She didn’t lie down though.  This woman was not her boss!  She was trying to kidnap her, and while the little girl was definitely on the highway, no doubt being driven as far as a car can travel in a day, she was going to get away from these people as soon as she had a chance….

            Tears came to the nineteen year old little girl’s eyes who was coloring with her new dolly.

            “What’s wrong, baby?” Mr. Oswald asked her.

            “Nothing,” Breanna said.  “Well, I mean, it’s silly.”

            “Nothing is silly when it makes you cry, baby.  Come on, share, honey.”

            “I just, I’m just thinking.  I don’t even know for sure it’s real.  It’s just being on the road, going back to America,” she sniffled.

            “Yes, sweetie?”

            “Well, I’ve started to wonder about my dad.”

            “Oh?”

            “Yeah.  I think he might have sold me, but something else, deeper down, a feeling….”

            “You don’t really think he did?” Ralph asked her.

            She shook her head, her eyes watering.

            “You want to find him and ask him, don’t you?”

            She nodded.

            “Well, I can’t make any promises, but maybe we can get in contact with him.”

            She nodded.

            Breanna went back to coloring.

            “Did you hear what I said?” the woman in the front asked her?”

            She was back in her head again.

            The little fifth grader looked up at the woman.

            “I said to lie down, or we’ll stop the car and make sure you lie down.”

            Defiantly, she thought, “Good, stop the car.  Open the door.  See what happens when you do!”

            “Pull over,” the woman told the driver. 

            He sighed and pointed out a rest area sign.

            “I gotta go potty,” the girl had a plan forming.

            “You already went,” the woman said looking right at her pants and the seat.

            “Well, I gotta go again,” she said frowning at the woman.

            “I don’t really care,” she said.  “You’re already wet, so it won’t matter if you do it again, will it?”

            She frowned.  These people obviously didn’t care about her.

            They pulled into the rest area, and the man got out while the woman stayed in the front blocking her from getting into the front.

            The girl backed as far away from the closer door to the man as she could, right against the other door.

            She was not going to let him touch her, if she could help it.

            While she was backed against the other door, she hadn’t noticed, but the lady had gotten out, and then opened the door she was against, trying to stay away from the man, and because of pressing against it, she fell right down, hitting her shoulder on the frame of the car as she fell to the ground.

            The lady reached down and placed a cloth over her face, and she started to panic, and then everything went black.

            As she came out of her head scene, she felt a warm wet feeling down under her, and she reached her hand under her butt, but the seat was still dry.  She blushed and looked up at Ralph.

            “Daddy?  I better….” But she stopped talking as she thought about what had happened at the toy store.  What if there were more coyotes?  Did she really want to go into the bathroom by herself?  Her legs started to wiggle.  She could now feel the pressure in her stomach and trying to press down at her muscles for release.

            He looked over at her.  “Do you need to stop?” he asked the little one.

            She shrugged, as her body struggled to hold it.

            “What is it?” he asked her.  “It looks like you need to pee, sweetie.  Why aren’t you asking me to take you somewhere?”

            She shook as she looked up at him.  “I… I’m sorry,” she had her hands between her legs.

            “It’s okay, baby.  Don’t you want to stop anywhere?”

            She shook her head, nervously, scared that she might be in the bathroom alone, and there would be a coyote in there.

            “Do you want to pee your pants?” he asked her.

            She shook her head no at that, too.  She was too old to just do that, even if she was being treated as an eleven year old, she was too old to wet her pants on purpose.  Not only was she too old for that, it felt disgusting and it felt wrong.

            Ralph sighed.

            “How about I stop as soon as I can find a safe place…?”

            She shook her head as he talked.

            “Hear me out, baby.  I’m here to protect you.  I’ll stop, and if you aren’t wet, yet, I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

            “But….  I… I don’t want to go in there by myself,” she whimpered.

            “No, honey.  You won’t have to.  Daddy will take you in.”

            “But… but… a boys’ toilet?”

            He shook his head.  “No, honey.  I’ll take you to the girls’, okay?”

            She nodded and doubled down on trying to hold it.

            He found a rest area, and he lifted her up to make sure her jeans were still dry, and then he helped her out of the car and walked her over to the bathrooms.

            She felt a little bit more press against her until a little bit sprayed her baby panties again.

            Finally, however, he got her into the bathroom, and took her to a stall, where he directed her in, and then he bent down like he would to a child.

            “I’ll be right here,” he told her.  “I’ll have my hand on the top of the stall door, so you can see it, and you can look under the stall door and see my feet.  I’ll be right here, and you can go, sweetie.”

            She nodded.  She backed up to the toilet, and started to pull her jeans down and then her damp panties.

            Ralph narrowed his eyes at her damp panties just before he closed her stall door.

            She sat down and she started to go.

            As she sat, something else made itself clear.  It had been bugging her for a while, but she had chosen to ignore it until now, and now she was on the toilet, it started to come out, too.

            Breanna sighed as she started to feel the ooze from her bottom pushing into the toilet along with the pee from the front.  She was happy that she was on the toilet, and that she could still see Ralph’s hand on the top of the stall door.

            Done with making her messes in the potty, she started to pull toilet paper from the roll to wipe herself.  Her face blushed a bit as she realized that Ralph had to have heard her going potty, and he probably smelled her mess, too.  She tried to hurry with wiping, wanting to get rid of the mess and to get out of the bathroom. 

            When Ralph heard the flush, he opened her stall and looked in, but she had flushed it before she stood up, and now Ralph saw her privates with her panties down in front of her, the insides of them wet, but her jeans dry.

            “Oh, honey,” he walked in and smiled at her.

            “Take those pants off,” he told her.

            “But they’re not wet,” she said.

            “I know, honey, but you can’t get your wet panties off with them on.”

            He helped her sit back on the toilet, and started to help her get her pants off.

            “We’ll just take your pants off for a minute so we can get your wet panties off of you, baby.  Then we’ll put your jeans back on, and you can wear them like that until we get to the car, where I can let you put on some clean panties.”

            She looked down.  “I’m sorry I almost wet in the car on purpose,” she said.

            He hugged her and shook his head.  “You did nothing wrong.  You were just scared, baby.  But don’t worry.  If you get scared to go potty in public, daddy can take you into the bathroom and be here to even help you change your pants if you don’t make it.”

            She nodded.

            He got her jeans off of her, got her panties off of her, and then handed her pants back to her to put back on.

            She got her pants on, and then she reached a hand up and took Ralph’s free hand to walk over to the sinks.  She washed her hands, and daddy Ralph washed out her wet panties.

            When they got back to the car, she started to reach for the backseat again, but he stopped her.

            “What’s wrong, honey?”

            “Um… I’m gonna put on clean panties?” she reminded him.

            “Yes, but you can do that in the front, honey.”

            She looked down her face a little red.

            “Too embarrassing?”

            She nodded.

            “Alright, sweetheart, go ahead.” And he let her get in the back and put up the curtain so she could comfortably take off her jeans, put some clean, the last pair of baby panties on, and then pull her jeans back on. 

            Once she was changed again, she opened the door, and Mr. Oswald pulled back down or open the curtains while she got in the front seat and settled again.

            “I’m glad you took me in,” she whispered once they were driving again.  “I didn’t realize how bad I had to go.  I might have pooped my pants if you didn’t stop.”

            He nodded.

            Breanna didn’t question why he would stop at that rest area, but had a feeling there would be some he wouldn’t.  He was used to taking kids up north.  He probably knew there would be no coyote in there, but she didn’t. She started to feel like it was safest if he was nearby at all times.

            Once or twice, he had pulled the car over slightly, and like he had told her, he didn’t walk off of the road, but just went to the edge of the road turning his back to traffic and to her, and then he came back a few minutes later.  The back of his pants never sagged below his shirt line even once.  So, she definitely knew he was telling the truth that he could easily go on the side of the road, and she would definitely need a lot more cover than that.

            Ralph sighed as they drove a long, a bit later, and then he turned to Breanna.

            “We are coming up to an area where coyotes are common,” he told her.  “You will not be pulling over anywhere for a while unless we are spending a night in a motel.  Do you…?” he frowned and waited a moment.

            “I… I’ll listen to you and pee my pants every time you tell me to,” she nodded at him.

            “No.  I know that,” he said.  “What I was thinking, because I know those night panties don’t hold very much….”

            “What?” she gulped thinking she knew what he was trying to ask.

            “Can I… can I buy you some pull ups, at least?”

            “Pull ups?” she asked.

            “It’s kind of like a diaper, but you put them on like panties.”

            She frowned.  “Will they keep my pants dry for sure?”

            He shook his head.  “The only way to be sure your pants are dry, is to put you in a diaper and put booster pads in it.”

            She frowned.  “I… I… What is the point of a pull up?”

            “You won’t leak as much, and your pants won’t get as wet.”

            “If they get wet, it’s all the same to me,” she whimpered.

            “Well, I guess I can just let you deal with wet pants, then,” he nodded.

            She shook.  “Um… what if you did just get me diapers?” she asked him.  “How would I get changed?  Would I have to wear them all day until we get to the motel, even when it’s wet?”

            “If you wet a diaper,” he smiled over at her.  “We’ll put curtains up in the car like before, and I’ll help you change in the back when we stop for meals, snacks, or whatever where we have some space, and hopefully where we can park where we will not be watched too closely.”

            She nodded.

            “Do you want me to get you diapers?” he asked her.

            Blushing, she looked down, thinking.  One on hand, she had one pair of shorts and one pair of cute jeans left that would be wet in for sure before their next stop, likely.  On the other hand, she would have to wear a diaper, and feel like a little kid, but then her pants would stay dry, and she could go in anywhere without anyone knowing she peed her pants, even if she was nineteen years old.

            “Um… I guess a diaper is better,” she whispered.

            “Are you sure?”

            She nodded.  “I don’t like people to see I peed my pants—even if I’m supposed to be an eleven year old.”

            He nodded.  “But I still need you to act eleven.”

            “I know.  So you can protect me from coyotes and other bad people.”

            He nodded.

            “Then, it’s settled,” Ralph smiled and patted her leg.  “I’ll get you some diapers when we get to the next town.”

            The little girl sat in the front seat, and she sighed.  She picked up her coloring and put it away, and then checked on her DS.  Yay!  It was charged!

            A while later, they pulled over for lunch at a nice little restaurant in a small town, and after a small meal of beans, corn, and tortillas, they drove to a drugstore, where the man found the diapers made for little kids that still wet the bed.

            All they had were pull ups there.

            “I think we need to find something else,” he told her.

            He asked an employee where they might find the section where they sell diapers for incontinent people.

            “This way,” the employee led them to the adult diaper area.

            “Are we getting diapers for a grandmother?” he asked.

            “No.  For my little daughter here.  She’s having trouble lately, and we’ve finally decided that diapers were going to be better than just pull ups for her.”

            “She wets that badly?”

            He nodded with a tight frown, and Breanna just looked at the floor.

            “It’s okay,” the man employee said.  “A lot of young girls have trouble.  We have something that might work over here.”

            He showed them a diaper that claimed to hold wettings for four times.

            “Don’t believe that label,” the employee told them.  “It doesn’t hold any more than two full wettings, and even then, it can leak, but a booster pad, here….”

            He pointed out some booster pads that also claimed to hold four leakings, and he pulled out the package with the longest and widest pad.

            “This one is best if you are going to be changing positions all the time, standing one minute and sitting the next….”

            “What if she is mostly sitting?  We are going to be in the car for a few days, as we are driving around Mexico on tour, and we’ll only really be getting out to walk when we make stops.”

            “Well, this one is still best for that,” he told them.  “But we also have this one….”

            The one he pulled out at that moment was a bit shorter.

            “This one gives off a smell of flowers when you pee into it, so it kind of covers up your smell.  But it only works if you pee.  It won’t cover up any smell if you… have other issues.”

            Breanna blushed.

            “We’ll take both types of pads, two packages of each, and those diapers, two packages of those,” Ralph told the clerk.

            Breanna just stood there, her face red and heated.

            They walked out to the car, and after parking around in back, Ralph turned to talk to Breanna.

           “Okay, honey, decision time.  The next time we stop for a potty break, it will be dinner time, and time to stop for the night, so you’ll be wetting your pants from now until them.  Do you want to do it in a diaper or your panties?”

            She shivered.  She looked down.  She put her thumb in her mouth.

            “Want me to decide?” he asked her.

            She nodded.

            “Promise to do whatever I tell you to do?  If I tell you to wear a diaper, promise not to fight it?”

            She nodded.

            “Then get in the back and lie down so I can put a diaper on you, baby.  If you want, you can pull off your jeans and your panties by yourself.”

            She nodded, and when she got in the back, she pulled down her jeans and her panties, and then she laid down and looked up at him.

            “Can I wear panties over the diaper?” she asked.

            “Why, honey?”

            “So in case someone sees the top or something, they will see panties and not a diaper?”

            He smiled.  “If it helps you not be as embarrassed, then I think that’s probably a good idea.”

            He crawled in, closed the door, and put up the curtains for her, and then he put the diaper under her, and then, he started to stuff a booster bad between her legs, closer to her privates.

            It made her shutter.

            “Honey, I’m not trying to touch you,” he said in a soothing voice that tried to calm her down.  “I just have to put the pad on you right, or it won’t help at all.”

            She nodded and let him get it on her, and then he pulled up the diaper sides and taped them for her until they were in place.  Once he was sure the diaper was secure, and would be less likely to leak pee, he took her hands and helped her into a sitting position.  He helped her get her panties pulled up over her diaper, and then he pulled her jeans up.

            “Is that too tight?” he asked her.

            She shook her head.  It was snug, but not really too tight.

            Once they were done changing her, they got back in the front seat, and he started to drive.

            “There is no point in asking to use the bathroom until we stop for the night,” he told her.  “If we are making a stop, I’ll check your diaper before we continue to see if you need changed.”

            She nodded.

           

           

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            Breanna nodded about him telling her that there was no need to tell him if she had to pee because she wasn’t allowed to go for a while unless they were stopping for the night, so with a heavy sigh, she started playing with her DS game again.

            “Cat Scratches” was becoming her favorite game.  First, you had to create a cat character with some points to put into strength, dexterity, and constitution, and then you decided on how you wanted the fur to look, then you adventured in the yard, running into all kinds of adventures as a cat.  You might find a mouse to hunt, a bird to chase a way, a dog to outsmart, or the name “Cat Scratches” came from the need to fight other cats to claim and expand your turf.

            Misley Me a ow was now patrolling a turf made up of five conjoining yards which had a dog in two of them.  Misley could sometimes get the dogs to chase other cats out of her turf, so she didn’t have to do all the work. 

            While Breanna played on, she eventually felt the need to go pee, but she also knew it was going to be useless to ask because he had already set down the rule, not that she’d go against it anyway on her own.  The threat of coyotes was still too fresh on her mind to allow her to disobey her ‘daddy’, so eventually, she started to wet herself as she played her game.

            Wetting on purpose wasn’t the same as having a leaking accident or even those times in the eighth grade when she accidentally wet at her desk.  It would start, and spray in her panties for a moment, but then would just stop without warning, and even though she really wished it’d just hurry up and finish, she couldn’t get herself to wet her pants like that.

            As a result, she spent probably two hours, glad to have her game to help her distract herself from what she was purposefully doing, trying to get all the waste waters out of her body and into her diaper.

            Once her diaper was sagging and warm, she finally smiled and continued to play her game.

            Mr. Oswald had turned the radio in the car to a station he wanted to listen to, and they drove on.

            When the girl got tired of playing “Cat Scratches,” she turned her attention to her dolls and started to open the other dolls.  If she was supposed to be eleven years old, after all….

            “You are Guadeloupe,” she told her favorite doll, the one that was so special and able to cuddle and crawl.  “And you,” she looked at a doll that had dark hair and brown eyes, “you are Marianna.”  Guadeloupe and Marianna were her favorite cousins, whose parents were Uncle Jose and Aunt Catalina.  The two of them understood her situation with her Uncle Jorge and her Aunt Carmen, and so they never made fun of her for things she wasn’t in control of.

            She opened the other three dolls, and she sighed.  She wondered what it was like to live in their houses.  Cousin Anna, Cousin Adrianna, and Cousin Flora were not as understanding as Guadeloupe and Mariana, but they were still her cousins, and while they thought her problems were funny at times, they still stopped other people from making fun of her.

            Breanna knew that she was the only thirteen year old, among all of them, that was still wetting her pants at school at that age, and she was pretty sure, she was the only one wetting the bed.  The girls often had slumber parties, and Breanna was not allowed to wear diapers because Uncle Jorge said she was not a baby, and he usually spanked her for wetting the bed, but when she stayed with her other Aunts and Uncles for a slumber party with the other kids, they never yelled at her, and they never told Uncle Jorge, either.

            “We dealt with her wetting,” they would tell Uncle Jorge.  “So, there’s no reason to worry about it this time.  She’s already been dealt with, and often, that was good enough for him.  He never spanked her when they covered for her.

            Breanna remembered, it was Marianna’s birthday, and everyone was at her house.  There must have been fifteen cousins and eight uncles and aunts over at the time, she remembered how Aunt Catalina had been when she had made a mistake at that time.

            “Breanna,” she remembered Uncle Jorge first noticing something off with her.  “Come here.”

            Breanna put her thumb in her mouth because she was certain she was in trouble.  She looked at the floor, and walked cautiously up to Uncle Jorge.

            “Yes sir?” she said around her thumb, the thumb most likely making it hard for anyone to understand what she said through it.

            “Did you just sit there and piss your pants?” he asked her.  She had been at the kitchen table talking to Guadeloupe and Mariana as they were eating cake.”

            “No?” she pleaded hoping he wasn’t going to feel inside her panties.  She wasn’t exactly wet, not really.  But she had leaked a little bit.  To her, though, it never counted unless it could be seen on the outside of her pants, or unless her uncle caught her in the act.

            “No?” he mimicked her.  “I saw you wiggling in your seat over there.  Why don’t you go ask your Uncle Jose or your Aunt Catalina if you can use their bathroom before you pee all over yourself?”

            She nodded.

            She looked up at Uncle Jose because he was standing right there talking to Uncle Jorge.

            “Excuse me, uncle, but can I go …?”

            “May I?” Uncle Jorge corrected her.

            “Sorry.  May I go use your bathroom before I pee my….”

            “Don’t say what you are going to do!  That’s dirty!” Uncle Jorge criticized again.

            “Sorry.  May I go into your bathroom and do something there?” she asked.

            Uncle Jose rested a hand on her head and nodded.  “Yes, you may, Sweetie.”

            But before she could go to the bathroom, Uncle Jorge grabbed her arm.

            “You didn’t ask Aunt Catalina yet.”

            Breanna sighed, and she walked over where the aunts were talking.

            Mariana saw everything that was going on, so she ran ahead of Breanna, and she tugged at her mom’s arm until she was noticed.

            “What, Mariana?”

            “Sorry.  Uncle Jorge is making Breanna asked you, and Breanna has to go really bad….”

            Aunt Catalina knelt down just as Breanna came up to her.

            “Can I go to your bathroom?” she asked.

            “May I?” Mariana reminded her.  Breanna knew she was just doing it in case Jorge was listening because Mariana always tried to help Breanna stay out of trouble when she could.

            “May…?” but before Breanna got the words out, Aunt Catalina smiled and took her hand. 

            “It’s this way,” she said then walking past Uncle Jorge, gave him an evil eye as she led the thirteen year old to the bathroom.

            Aunt Catalina went right in the bathroom with her, and closed the door so that no one would bother them, but at that moment, it was too late, and the poor thirteen year old started to soak her pants.

            Aunt Catalina was quick to realize what she was doing and quickly coaxed her to the toilet and had her sit before she made a huge mess, getting most of the pee to flow into the toilet after it went through her panties, around her bottom, through her jeans, and poured into the toilet.  Breanna started to sob.

            “It’s alright,” Aunt Catalina told her.  “It’s okay.  It’s just an accident, sweetie.”

            Breanna just sat there, peeing her pants like a four year old on the toilet while her aunt tried to calm her….

            Breanna sighed back in the car.

            She looked over at Ralph, and she wondered if she was a baby or not.  Why was he alright with her wearing diapers and wetting her pants?  Even if he said she was eleven years old, that was still too old to be doing this, and to be wearing diapers, wasn’t it?

            With another sigh, she looked at the dolls, and then decided to just play with them.

            As she started to get the dolls ready, something evil within her wanted some revenge on the three girls that sometimes teased her and even told Uncle Jorge when they thought she might go home and hide that she had had an accident at school before she turned seventeen.  What if the three girls started wetting THEIR pants?

            She was no student of dark magic, but she somewhat imagined it could be fun to know something about it right then, and if these three dolls were voodoo dolls, then she could really get even.  It might have been fun to even think of a doll of Uncle Jorge and a doll for Aunt Carmen, but then she felt a shiver like that would be going too far.

            She sighed.

            Breanna looked over at Ralph driving, and she wondered what he’d think of her trying to get Adrianna’s pants wet, the doll….  He would probably notice if she tried to use some of the soda or something that he was allowed to drink.

            While she played and thought about that a bit, she started to feel the boredom of being in the car, and not really getting into the play so that her world was starting to darken again, and her breathing started to get heavy.

            “Are you wet, again?” Adrianna asked Breanna as she sat at the kitchen table working on homework.  Her Aunt Carmen and Uncle Jorge were out, somewhere, and they had asked Adrianna to babysit even though the two girls were both thirteen years old, and they were in the same grade.

            Breanna looked up from writing in her notebook about some reading she had done, her face with a pouty frown on it, and she shook her head no.

            “I don’t believe you,” Adrianna told her.  “Stand up.  Go on.”

            Breanna felt her body shake and she seethed at the other girl wanting her to go away.  It wouldn’t matter if she was wet right now or not, because eventually, it was going to happen.  It always did when Adrianna watched her.

            Breanna stood up and turned around twice to show Adrianna that she was not wet, and the other girl nodded finally, and let her sit back down to do her homework.

            “You don’t want me to tell Uncle Jorge that you were a bad girl, today, do you?” Adrianna asked.

            “No?” Breanna whispered as she worked on her homework, her body shaking with seething anger because she knew that Adrianna was about to blackmail her into keeping out of trouble with her uncle.

            “I want you to sit there and finish that homework,” the girl said.  “No potty until all your homework is done.”

            “But I usually am allowed to go to the bathroom if I gotta go,” Breanna looked up at her cousin.

            “Well, if you really want to go, you can.  But Uncle Jorge will know you were not listening to me.  He will know you were a bad girl, and I’ll tell him you peed your pants anyway.”

            Breanna frowned.  “And if I stay in my seat and not go, even if it makes me wet my pants?”

            “If you finish your homework, then I’ll help you clean up, and then Uncle Jorge doesn’t have to know anything different than the wet things were from you peeing your pants at school,” she shrugged.

            Breanna sighed.  “I don’t gotta pee right now, so I’ll just sit here and do my homework like you said.”

            “Good girl,” Adrianna said.  But then, she went and got Breanna a large glass of apple juice.

            “Oh, and I want you to have this drank before you finish your homework.”

            Breanna sighed.  It was obvious that Adrianna was trying everything she could to make Breanna have to pee before she finished her homework, and then would watch her to see her struggling and maybe even wetting herself. 

            She drank from the cup as she did her homework because she didn’t want Adrianna to tell Uncle Jorge that she wasn’t being obedient.  Even if Uncle Jorge found out she wet her pants, she would get in less trouble for that, than she would if Adrianna told him she was a brat.

            A while later, Breanna started to stir in her sleep, and as she entered the half asleep state, she felt a familiar flooding into her panties that made her wake up, but still unable to control her peeing.  It was then, that she remembered she had a diaper on, and the pee was getting all over her privates and her butt, but it wasn’t leaking through her pants.

            She looked nervously over at Ralph.

            “You okay?” Ralph asked her.

            “I… I wet in my sleep again,” she said.  “Well, I mean, I’m still….”

            She felt more pee escape and press into the flood between her legs in her diaper.

            “That’s okay.  That’s what we talked about you doing, honey.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “It’s getting dark, sweetheart.  We’ll pull over soon, so you won’t have to wear that wet diaper for that long.  You only wet it once?”

            Breanna shook her head.  “I think I wet earlier, before I fell asleep.”

            He smiled.

            “That’s okay, baby.”

            They saw a restaurant, and so he pulled into the parking, but before he decided to get out, he had her roll up on her hip to make sure the diaper had not leaked.  It hadn’t.

            “Let’s get something to eat first,” he told her.  “Then we’ll find you a motel where you can get a shower, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.

            When she got out of the car, she felt the diaper sag into her jeans, and it the jeans had not been secured, she was sure it would have tried to pull them down with the weight of the water in the diaper.

            They walked into a relatively quiet restaurant, and then were taken back to their table where she sat down with a squish.

            As they waited there, she started to feel a little funny, and put her hand down at her privates.  Her pants felt damp.

            “Daddy?” she whispered.

            “What is it, sweetie?”

            “I think it’s leaking.”

            “The diaper?” he whispered back to her.

            Breanna nodded.

            “Just pretend not to notice it,” he told her.  “We should eat first, and when you stand up, you can make any kind of scene you want because you are eleven years old, and you’ll be discovered at that time, to have peed your pants, okay?”

            She nodded.

            Breanna couldn’t help squeezing her legs together, scared of someone seeing her private area because it was wet there, but when she did that, some of the water leaked down between the leg holes and through her pants some more, causing her to relax her legs to try to stop the leaking, but then her pants would be more wet, making her more nervous so she squeezed her legs together again, much like a catch 22.

            By the time she had eaten and finally had been gotten out of her seat by Ralph, the back of her pants were soaked as well as the insides of her thighs and her jeans were damp just under the button at the bottom of the zipper.

            “You’re wet,” Ralph whispered to her as he carried her.

            She hid her face in his chest, ashamed that anyone in the room could see that the nineteen year old, well, even if they thought eleven year old, still, she was ashamed.  She was too old to wet her pants like that.

            He carried her out to the car and put her down just next to the front seat.  He felt under her cushion he had made for her, and then just too the cushion and towel out of the car and put her in the seat with her wet pants on.

            “We’ll be at the motel soon,” Ralph told her.

            She nodded.

            It was probably another twenty minutes before they found a motel, but Ralph looked over at the little red faced baby girl, and he smiled.

            “It’s okay, Breanna.  You’re a good girl.”

            She nodded.

            He went into the office, paid for the key, and then came back and got his little girl out of the car, and together, they got the bags from the car and walked into the motel.

            “We’ll be at the border by noon tomorrow,” Ralph told her.

            “To America?” Breanna was surprised.

            “No,” Ralph chucked.  “I meant the border of Guatemala and Mexico.  Anyway, you are to tell them you are eleven years old.  They need to think you are my little daughter.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “It won’t hurt if you are wet when we get there, either.  But if you aren’t, that’s okay, too.”

            She nodded.

            “Okay, let’s get you a bath so you can get some decent sleep.”

            He took her into the bathroom, then he started to undo her pants.

            “I need to take your diaper off,” he told her.  “Then you can sit on the toilet to try to pee if you want while I run you some bath water, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.

            She didn’t have to pee, because, well, she just went before dinner, but she sat on the toilet like he told her to while he got her bath ready.

            When her bath was ready, Ralph told her to wait, and he went out to the main room and brought in her pajama top and an undershirt.

            “What about bottoms?” she asked him.

            “I have to diaper you before you put on pajama bottoms,” Ralph smiled.  “So after you dress your top half, come out to the room, and lay on your bed.  If I’m not in the room, I’ll be right back.  I just need to wash your clothes, honey.  You are practically out of clean things to wear.”

            Breanna blushed.  She knew he was right.

            When he diapered her, he put the longer wider pad on her under the diaper, and then he put the scented shorter pad over her crotch area inside the longer pad.

            “That should keep the bed dry,” he said once he taped up her diaper.  “Now, you can do whatever you want until you fall asleep,” he told her.  “There’s television, your toys, and your game.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “I’ll be right back.  I need to check on your laundry again.”

            She sighed.  She wondered if any of her panties were dingy and showed a stain, that while he was folding her clothes, someone might notice a little wetting girl’s problem.

            She played with the DS game for a while before she fell asleep.

           

           

 

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Chapter 6:

            It was sort of weird to come out into the main room with her pajama top on, but her butt naked from the waist down, through this wasn’t the first time this had happened to her.  Breanna kept her head down as she walked over to her bed, and she laid on the top, waiting for Ralph to come back wherever he had taken her clothes to wash them.

            The girl turned on the television to watch it some while she waited, and eventually, Ralph came in, saw her, and walked right over to the bag to get a diaper and a bigger broader pad along with the shorter nice floral smelling one.

            He squatted down and showed her the diapers.

            “I’m going to put these on you, okay, sweetie?”

            She nodded knowing that it was coming.

            He rolled her over to one side and slipped the diaper on under her, the larger pad already inside the diaper, and then he rolled her back and fixed the diaper so it pulled up between her legs, then he showed her the smaller one that he stuffed between her legs and got it just over her front pee crack area.

            “You comfortable?” he asked her.

            She nodded.

            Then he pulled the sides over and taped each side, almost expertly.  Sure, he had practiced with her, once or twice, but he was too well practiced, even for just that.  It was like he knew exactly what he was doing, and was used to doing this.  Maybe he diapered girls all the time.

            Before she could really dwell on it, though, he had given her some hot chocolate, and before she was completely done drinking it, she felt her eyes drooping to a close.

            “Finish your juice,” her amber eyed gold-caramel haired cousin told her as she sat at the table, her homework having just been completed.  Her apple juice still had maybe a quarter of the way to go before she was done.

            While Breanna drank her juice, her cousin looked over her math to make sure she had done it right.  Adrianna was much better at math than Breanna was, but then, as she and her aunt had tried to explain to Mr. Oswald before, everyone was better than her at both math and writing. 

            “You got these six wrong,” Adrianna told Breanna when she had finally finished her juice.  “I want you to fix them.”

            Breanna nodded and looked over the problems again, but as she started to rework the first of the seven she got wrong, Adrianna, who was staring over her shoulder, shook her head and took Breanna’s pencil out of her hand.

            She erased what Breanna had started to write, and she sighed.

            “Breanna, wait a minute,” she said.

            Breanna got tears in her eyes.  She never did this stuff right.  She was lucky it was only seven wrong and not fifteen out of twenty wrong.

            Adrianna pulled out some paper and she set up the problem for Breanna, and then she started to go through it, writing out the first step for her first….

            Breanna copied what her cousin wrote.

            “Now, what do we do next?” Adrianna asked frowning down at her cousin who was really the same age, but was treated as though she was much younger.

            “Um…,” Breanna looked carefully at what was done, but she shook her head not really understanding.

            Adrianna sighed.  “You’re going to fail the math test tomorrow.”

            “Math tests?” Breanna panicked.  She didn’t remember her math teacher saying she was going to have a test!

            “Yes, Breanna,” Adrianna sighed.  “Don’t you ever pay attention at school?”

            Adrianna worked with her to solve five of the seven problems before Breanna realized she had to poop.

            “Um… Adri?”

            “What, Bre-an?”

            “I gotta go potty.”

            “What did I say about that?”

            “I can’t go until my homework is done?”

            “Good, you were paying attention.  Now we just have two more problems….”

            “But I don’t think I can hold it.”

            “I told you, didn’t I?  If you wet, we’ll hide it so it looks like you wet at school,” she told her.  “Uncle Jorge is used to you wetting at school, right?”

            Breanna frowned.  She didn’t even want to pretend it was from school, but this was more serious than a little pee about to wet her bottom.

            “Adri!”

            “What?”

            “It’s not pee!  Please let me go?”

            “You can go if you want.  I’ll just tell Uncle Jorge that you were disobedient!”

            Breanna thought about which would be better.

            “I’ll tell him you were a brat all evening, and that you peed your pants on purpose, too.”

            She sighed.  “I’m gonna poop my pants, though.”

            Adrianna sighed.  “Well, I don’t think Uncle Jorge will believe you did that at school.  The school would have called if you did that there.  So, I guess you’ll either have to get in trouble for a pooping accident, or get in trouble for being disobedient and peeing your pants on purpose.  It’s up to you.”

            Breanna started to cry.  “But I’m asking permission.  I’m not trying to be a brat.”

            “Let’s try to finish the last two problems, baby.  If you can get the last two problems finished before you start really pooping, then we can probably make it look like you just didn’t wipe very well if it starts leaking on you….”

            Breanna felt the tears stinging her eyes….

            Her face was red and burned with shame.  Her legs shook, and her butt wouldn’t stop scooting back and forth in her chair.  She knew it was only a matter of time before she started to go, and she really doubted she could even finish one problem let alone both before she started to go in her pants.

            “Look, if you’d just sit still enough to pay attention,” Adrianna told her.  “You’d have already gotten the right answers and would already be on the potty.  Can you please, stop squirming for just a minute so we can get through these?”

            Breanna shook her head, her voice starting to moan in sobs as she felt a little pee spray on her panties.  She was going to lose, and she wasn’t even done with the first of the two last problems because she couldn’t concentrate.

            “I’m gonna poop my panties,” she tried to tell Adrianna, though it was really hard to tell what she was saying because her sobbing was more powerful than her voice at the moment, not that Adrianna shouldn’t already know what she was crying about.

            “Well, you’re not done with your homework, are you baby?”

            Breanna shook her head.

            “If you do poop your panties, don’t let Uncle Jorge also find out you were a brat and disobedient, too.  Let’s just get this done.  If you really can’t hold it, then poop your pants, but let’s get this done.”

            Breanna continued to cry as she tried to keep herself from pooping though she could already feel spraying from time to time wetting her panties, which then dampened and then soaked her jeans, and then made a puddle in her chair just as she got the right answer to the first of the two problems.

            Pee started to pour over the chair while she worked on the second problem, and then her bowels pushed at her, making her butt hurt for a moment before it finally poke through the tightly compressed hole, and after only a moment of a bit peeking out the hole, she started to feel a run of little bumps that pushed on the hole in quick succession as poop started to fill the space under her.

            Her face turned purple, and her hands when towards the back of her pants, willing to push at the poop to get back inside her body, but even as she did so, more poop made a run for inside her panties, not starting fill both down the insides of her legs and running up her back a bit.  She scooted back and forth nervously, but that only squished and made the poop move more towards the front of her, leaving more room for another run and another.

            After what seemed like an eternity, the bumpy pushing pouring slime-coated mush stopped making a run into her panties, and she sat there, a complete mess.

            “Are you quite finished pooping?” Adrianna asked her with a scowl on her face.

            Breanna was still shaking, and her legs were still nervously squeezing together from time to time, more from the habit of trying to pretend she still had to pee even after she was done, at school, making the other kids think she was still holding it until the end of a class period.  Breanna nodded with a shivering chill running down her back.

            “Then let’s get this last problem done….”

            Darkness settled in for a moment as her mind started to slowly become aware of where she was again.  She shook in her bed, the soft mattress on her back and shoulders told her that she was not standing in front of Adrianna or her uncle, but under her, she did feel wet around her bottom and her privates.  She reached her hands under the blankets, and she pushed at the front of herself, and the squishy thing under her pajama bottoms released a little bit of water that went down and around her bottom collecting in the back seat of her butt.  But she wasn’t exactly in a puddle, nor was her pajamas or legs wet at all.

            Then she remembered, she wasn’t even at home.  She sat up, and though the room was pretty dark, and it was hard to see much, she could make out large silhouettes of the television, another bed, and some bags on the floor.

            She was in the motel room, and she must have just peed herself before waking up, but everything was so dark, she knew it must be the middle of the night.  With a sigh, she laid back down, and closed her eyes again, glad that pooping her pants in front of her cousin was just a nightmare.  She had never done that, as far as she could remember.  She had pooped her pants a couple of times when she couldn’t get to the toilet in time in the past, but as far as she remembered, it was when she was in the car, and there was literally no toilet around, and her uncle told her to be a good girl and to hold it.

            The next morning, Ralph got her up just like he had the morning before, only this time, he just pulled her blanket down and started to pull her pajama bottoms down.

            “What?” Breanna closed her legs tightly to make him stop.

            “Honey, I have to change your diaper before we set out.  I don’t want you wearing a wet diaper first thing on the road,” he told her.

            She blushed.

            “You know I have to do this, don’t you?”

            Breanna nodded remembering the talk the day before.  Coyotes were out there, and he was doing this to protect her.

            She relaxed her legs and even lifted them or her bottom for him when he needed to help him get the change over with.

            He held up the soggy diaper for a minute, and then smiled.

            “Looks like it was good we put both boosters in,” he told her.  “You peed almost as much as you did when you wet twice before we got you to the motel last night.”

            She felt her face heat up.

            “It’s alright, sweetie.  You’re just an eleven year old girl that hasn’t stopped wetting the bed, aren’t you?”

            She nodded remembering his story for the Guatemala border.

            “Why I gotta tell them I’m eleven at the border though?” Breanna finally asked after he got her in a clean diaper with both types of booster pads.

            “Honey, you’ll probably have wet your pants by then.  What are you going to tell them about wearing a diaper, particularly a wet diaper when they start searching you.”

            “Searching me?”

            “The border patrol picks random cars to pull over who are crossing, and they make everyone get out.  They search the car to make sure stuff isn’t being illegally taken across, and they also pat down everyone in the car, and they will feel your diaper, and they might even make you take off your pants so they can make sure you are wearing a diaper and not just using that idea to hide something.  They might even make you take off your wet diaper and check it to make sure it’s really pee and not something hidden inside it.”

            “They… they do?”

            “Yes, honey.  I’ve had quite a few girls embarrassed by their searching, and a couple of them told them she was nineteen, which led to them asking her more questions, and then they embarrassed her by basically getting her to the point that she had to tell them that she wets her pants all the time, which is why she is in diapers before they finally let her go.”

            Breanna frowned.

            “If you stick to the story that you are eleven years old, they are not allowed to pick on you like that, and they’ll direct all the embarrassing questions at me instead, so I can protect you and make it seem natural without letting them make you say you pee your pants all the time.  I’ll tell them we are on a long car trip, and I diaper you when we go on long trips because an eleven year old child can only hold it so long before she wets her pants.”

            Breanna sighed and nodded.  She guessed that made sense.

            After breakfast, Ralph ordered her some strawberry milk as a treat.

            “Pretend you are happy with it,” he whispered to her.  “What kid wouldn’t be happy about getting a treat in the morning?”

            She nodded and gladly drank the treat before they set off on the trip for the day.

            Between her DS, her dolls, and her coloring book, Breanna kept herself mostly occupied with a little chatter here and there with Ralph, as though Ralph was really her daddy.  He asked her silly stuff, like what she was playing with her dolls, or if she liked the music that was playing when he caught her moving to it, and a couple of times, he asked if she was wet yet, but she wasn’t.

            Traffic suddenly started to slow down to a crawl, so that Breanna looked up from her DS, “Cat Scratches,” and she realized that they must be at the border.  She put the DS game down, and put her thumb in her mouth.  It was at this time, that her body suddenly told her that she had to pee for the first time that day.

            “Oh, not now,” she mentally told her bladder.  “Why couldn’t you have just done this earlier?”

            She started to wiggle her legs in nervousness.

            Ralph smiled over at her.

            “Don’t be so nervous, honey.  If you look too nervous, they won’t believe you are a child.  You won’t get in trouble for crossing the border if you are eleven years old.”

            “It’s not that,” Breanna said looking down at her privates pointedly.

            “Then just wet your pants, honey.  It’s going to take a while before we get to the front, and while you might be embarrassed, they shouldn’t see a nervous little child.  Pee.  Them.  Please.”

            The way he slowly said the last three words, she looked down and tears filled her eyes.  If her uncle said three words like that, his words would have been “Don’t.  You.  Dare.”

            She kept bouncing her legs and scooting her butt in her seat, but eventually, with Ralph staring at her as though he was getting a little nervous that she was going to keep doing this all the way to the front, Breanna started to feel her bladder releasing nearly on its own, until her diaper was soggy for a moment around her, and then after a few seconds, the pee started to get absorbed by the padding inside the diaper, and then she felt mostly dry.

            She still kept closing her legs every now and then because she was about to pass through the gates where the guards checked, and she saw that Ralph was right about them choosing some cars to pull over because she saw several, and she saw the officers patting people down.

            Breanna felt her heart melt as she saw one little girl, maybe about the age she was supposed to be, looking up shamefully at the border guard, her skirt soaked in her pee, probably from sitting at the border line for too long.

            Luckily, their car had not been targeted for a stop, and after Ralph answered a couple of questions, and he looked over at the toys surrounding Breanna, and saw her legs moving funny, he mentioned that the little girl looks like she’s about to wet her pants, and then waved them on.

            Breanna’s face got really red, but she was glad they were motioned to move on.

            “Honey, I told you to just pee long before now,” Ralph told her once they were away from the gate.

            “I did, daddy.  I just… I always get nervous and try to squeeze my legs together after I wet because….  I just do.”

            He smiled.  “Okay, honey.  You’re wet then?”

            She nodded.

            “I’ll get you somewhere to get you a clean diaper on, sweetheart.  Just be patient for a little bit, okay?”

            Breanna nodded and picked up her DS again, wiping her wet thumb from sucking it at the gate off on her shirt before continuing to play.

            While they were driving along, Ralph supposedly looking for a safe place to both get her some lunch, and to change her diaper, he suddenly asked her a funny question:

            “What do you remember about your real dad?” he asked.

            “Um… only that he doesn’t want me,” Breanna started to parrot what she had heard ever since coming down south, but then, she shook her head.  “Actually, I don’t know if he wants me.  Everyone kept telling me he doesn’t want me, and that’s why I was sent away, and why he never came looking for me, but somewhere, deep down, I’m not sure that’s even the case.”

            “Your aunt and your uncle told you that, probably so many times, that as a child, you were believing them for a while, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “What if I told you that your daddy has been looking for you since the day you disappeared from school?”

            Breanna gave him a sideways look.

            “But I’m nineteen years old now,” she told Ralph.  “Why would he care if I was found now?”

            “Because, honey.  No parent stops loving their children no matter how old they get, and no parent wants to give up hope of finding a missing child alive.”

            “Are you my daddy?”

            He frowned and shook his head.  “I am only your daddy for this trip,” he told her.  “I need you to act like I’m your daddy until we get to America.”

            “Then why are you bringing my daddy up?  Are you really from that school you say you are from?”

            Ralph smiled.  “You’re a smart little cookie, aren’t you?  No, I’m not from any school.”

            “So, why’d you come to take me away from my uncle and aunt?”

            “First of all, they are not your real uncle or aunt,” Ralph explained to her.  “I was afraid to tell you that before we got across the border because if you panicked, you might have tried to go back to those people.  They had gotten you through the coyote network.”

            “But why?  Why would they use Coyotes to try to steal a child from America?”

            “Their plan was to use you, a natural born American who has lost both of her parents, tragically, and as your guardians, they would get the country to let them bring you back across, and essence, slip into America that way.”

            “Why didn’t they then?”

            “Their plan didn’t go as they had wished.  They coyote that had kidnapped you had only done a half ass job, and he didn’t get the papers he needed to prove you are an American.”

            “Do you have papers to show I’m an American?” she asked Ralph.

            “Right here,” he pulled out the papers from the glove box, the same papers he had shown the Guatemala border patrol.

            Breanna looked over the papers.

            “These papers are wrong, though,” she said.

            “How so?” Ralph asked her.

            “The birthdate is wrong.”

            “Yes, well, I had some parts of the papers changed because otherwise, questions would be asked, and you might not have gotten out of Guatemala.”

            “But according to these papers, I’m eleven years old.”

            “Exactly.  Which is why you need to pretend to be eleven until we get got America, and our desitination.”

            “If our destination is not the school, then where are you taking me?” Breanna suddenly pushed the all the toys to the floor.

            “I’m taking you to see your dad,” he said.

            “Really?  My dad?  But….”

            “Your dad sold his house and his car, and he’s put every dime he has in the bank into looking for you.  He had learned maybe a year or so after your kidnapping that a Mexican Coyote was kidnapping children and then Mexicans were using such kids to get to America.  He wasted nearly two years having Mexicans investigated privately who got into America, but accidentally discovered that the coyote that actually got a hold of the girl at your school, you, had been caught with false papers trying to get children down to Guatemala.”

            “So, my dad?  He HAS been looking for me?”

            “Yes, baby.  I told him that it would be hard to prove to the border patrols that a nineteen year old girl that was still in Guatemala was really an American, so your dad told me to do whatever it took to bring you back.”

            “I told him I might have to make you look younger, and make you act like a child.”

            Breanna smiled.  She didn’t care what her dad agreed to.  He actually wanted her back.

            “I called him when I found you and told him that I had a plan, but it would mean you’d have to pretend to be eleven years old.  He agreed to it right away before he even knew all the details.”

            Breanna nodded.  “I agree, too.”

            “If you agree, then you won’t fight me anymore about peeing your pants all the time, will you?”

            Breanna shook her head no.  “I’m going to see my daddy.  How much longer?”

            “If all goes to plan, you should be meeting him in three days.  But we need to convince everyone that you come in contact with that you are an eleven year old child, and that you have potty issues.  It’s all part of the cover story.  Since most eleven year olds don’t have those issues, it would be too specific for anyone to think we made it up.”

            “Why do I need to have potty issues?”

            “If for some reason, the Mexican police hold us for a day or two, if you continue to wet your pants like you need to, and they do all the checking they are supposed to, they will eventually come to the conclusion I am your daddy and your medical file will talk about you having seen doctors again and again when you were seven, nine, ten, and even this year about it, but you just keep peeing your pants all the time.”

            Breanna nodded.  “Okay.  I guess it’s a small thing compared to seeing my daddy again.  I’ll just pee my pants if you really think that’s best.”

            “I do, baby.  That’s why I’ve been trying to get you used to it and showing you that you won’t be punished for it.”

            “Then, are the coyotes you said about yesterday real?”

            “Unfortunately, they are.  That’s a second reason why I wanted you to pee your pants.  If you get used to wetting, then we won’t have to worry about you being in the girls’ room along a dangerous area, where it might be hard for me to go in with you.  There are women coyotes, too.”

            Breanna nodded.  “I know.”

            “You know?”

            “Yeah.  I think one of the people that kidnapped me was a woman.”

            Ralph nodded.

            “So, my cousins aren’t really my cousins?” she asked Ralph.  “I mean, most of the other aunts and uncles were kind of nice to me, almost like a real family.  Only Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen seemed to be constantly disappointed in me.”

            “Honey, I doubt the others even knew what Jorge and Carmen were really up to.  Jorge and Carmen’s disappointment in you had nothing to do with your schooling, your wetting, or anything except that the coyote had messed up, and they were unable to use you to get to America.  Forget about Jorge and Carmen, baby.  They were not your real family.  From what I gathered about them, they never treated you like a real member of the family, but something barely better than a dog.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Now pick up your toys and keep playing, sweetie.  Even though you know the truth, now, it is more important than ever that you continue to act in the right character.  Now more asking to go potty.  All wetting goes in your pants until we get across the American border.  Agreed?”

            Breanna nodded.  “I agree.”

           

           

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            Chapter 7:

            Breanna sat there, now feeling full of high spirits as she picked up her DS, not caring that her bottom was feeling a little damp, but not completely wet due to the cushion of the pad in her diaper that Ralph had put on her insistently that morning.

            “I can’t believe he was really looking for me all that time,” she said to her cat character, Misley Me a ow.  “I’m actually going to see my dad again!”

            She happily had Misley scratch up a rather rugged Tom cat that looked a bit bigger than Misley, and that was marked as a level 5 while she was still level 3.  Poor Misley had to run away from that fight in the end, but even the defeat of her little Misley, escaping into her house for some rest and food to improve her health for the next fight, Breanna couldn’t be put into a bad mood.

            “There’s a place,” she suddenly heard Ralph as he pulled off of the main road towards another small diner.  They parked in the back, and Breanna knew that meant he intended on changing her diaper, probably in the car again.

            After a quick diaper change, Ralph made sure she had her favorite dolly in her hands, and he took her into the restaurant in her cute skirt and a very adorable light blue tee shirt with white lace around the collar and the ends of the sleeves as well as the hem.

            “And how is the little one, today?” the waiter came to their table to take an order.  “Are you enjoying your trip?  Are you from Guatemala?”

            Breanna looked over at Ralph.

            “Sorry about that, she’s kind of shy.  We were down in Guatemala visiting her mother’s relatives for a few days, but now we are headed back to the states because school starts in a couple of days, and we need to get her registered again.”

            “That’s so nice.  A lot of families seem to forget their relatives south of the border once they make it north.  So, where is her mom?”

            “Well, she’s actually not with us anymore, which is one reason I thought the little one should see Guatemala at least once, so she knows where her mom came from.”

            “Wow!  That is so inspirational.”

            “The little lady will have your teen special, and I’ll have your rice and fajita meal.”

            “Very good, sir.  We’ll bring those right out as soon as they are ready.  Are you just drinking…?”

            “A glass of coke for the little lady and a cup of coffee for me.”

            “Very well.  Coffee refills are on the house.”

            “Thanks.”

            After he had gone, Breanna looked up at Ralph.

            “Well, your dad did say that your mom was from Guatemala, so that seemed the best cover story for why were down there.”

            She nodded.

            “Are you excited about getting back to America, sweetheart?”

            Breanna nodded and smiled up at him.

            “Once we get you back to America, we’ll get you your own phone.  It’s about time you had one, and besides, having a phone is as much about safety as it is about you just having something that you’d want.”

           She looked down.  What did he have to say about her getting a phone, really?  And did her daddy actually give him money for these toys, or did he really buy these toys for her, himself.  He had told her that he had to convince her daddy to treat her like a kid….

            “After lunch, we should stop and get you some more clothes,” Ralph told her.

            “Why?”

            “Because a kid only having a few things like you have isn’t natural.  You should have more stuff to wear, and besides, we don’t want you to run out of clothes if you happen to wet enough to leak into your clothes even if you are wearing diapers.”

            She looked in to his eyes.

            “But the diaper lets me wet at least twice before it’s going to leak,” she mumbled wondering why she would have to wear a wet diaper longer than that.

            “Yes, honey, it’s supposed to do that, but if something causes you to need to go more than that before I can get you to a safe place to change, then it’s best to be ready.”

            “Yeah, but I have enough clothes, and you just washed them last night….”

            He smiled at her.  “Honey, I’m the daddy on this trip.  If I say you need more clothes, you need to just accept that and do what I say.  Remember, you agreed to be the little one until we get you re-united with your daddy, so that I can protect you.”

            She looked down.  “Yes sir.  I know.  I’ll be good and do whatever you say.”

            “Good girl.”

            After they were done eating, Ralph stood up and he beckoned Breanna to follow him.

           Looking down, she followed him, and he took her right into the men’s.

            “I thought I wasn’t going to have to go in here,” she whispered, but still followed him like a good girl.

            “You don’t have to use the potty here,” he told her.  “I don’t want you to use it in here, to tell you the truth because it isn’t decent for you to do so, and because it could be dangerous, but I do need to keep an eye on you for your safety, so you need to come with me.”

            He directed her back to the larger stall, the one made for people who need more space for reasons like being in a wheelchair or whatnot, and he stood her at the far end of the stall, and turned her to face the wall away from the toilet.

            “Daddy will be done in a minute,” he told her.  “Just stand there and face the wall like a good little girl.  You surely don’t want to watch me go, do you?”

            She shook her head no.  She had no interest in watching him, or even a boy her age to go, really.

            As she stood there, she heard sounds that told her that he was using the toilet.

            Once he was done, and decent again, he came up and put a hand on her shoulder.

            “Good girl,” he whispered to her.  He turned her around and pulled down her pants to check her diaper, but it was still dry since he had just recently changed her before coming into the restaurant.

            “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have another accident, sweetheart.”

            She nodded.

            He pulled her pants back up and fixed her shirt and clothes so she was decent, and then he lifted her up and carried her over to the sinks.  At the sinks, he helped her up so she could wash her hands.  Maybe he wanted people to think he let her use the toilet, and people thinking a little kid used the toilet was a little less embarrassing than people thinking she watched her daddy go.

            She washed her hands as well as he did, and then he picked her up again, and carried her back to the table, where he left the cost of the meal for the waiter, and then taking her by the hand again, he walked her out to the car.

            When they got in the car, Breanna looked over at him, her favorite doll clutched in her hands.

            “Daddy?”

            “Yes, sweetie?”

            “If you going to take me in so you can use the toilet, how come you don’t just take me in and make me use the men’s toilet to go potty?”

            “Because I need you to be wetting your pants.  It’s not just about preventing them from having a chance to kidnap you, it’s also to turn them off from grabbing you because most people that traffic young girls, they want a girl that is old enough to know better than to pee her pants.”

            “So, I… I’m in a diaper,” she looked up at him.

            “Yes, you are, honey.  And if they get you away from me, they’ll see you in not only a diaper, but hopefully a very wet soggy one which will make them change their minds about wanting you.”

            She nodded.

            “Believe me, I may not work for a school, but I do know how the coyotes work along this route.”

            “How do you know so much about the coyotes?” she asked him.

            “I call myself El Lobo, or wolf,” he told her.  “I not only retrieve girls and sometimes children from Los Coyotes, but I also often take people away from them when I can, and then I get those people back where they belong.”

            “Oh,” she said.

            “I do often make the girls I take back from the Coyotes to start going potty in their pants until I get them back where they are going, because I know the coyotes are following us, and when Los Coyotes discover the girl is now wetting and sometimes, even pooping her pants, they lose interest in her and go on to find someone else to target.”

            “So….,” she looked down at her lap.  “You’ve been trying to get me to pee my pants all this time because you really do know it works in stopping Los Coyotes from being interested, even if they find out I’m not really eleven years old?”

            “Exactly, honey.  The eleven year old story is just so we can get you back across borders with less problems with the border guards, and so when you wet your pants at restaurant, and sometimes diapers do leak, the people around you are less likely to stare, which will make you less nervous.”

            She nodded.

            “You are a good girl, so far, but you really need to keep up on the no toilet policy until we get you to your daddy, sweetheart.  I don’t want Los Coyotes to become interested in you.”

            She nodded.  “I will.  I promise.”

            He patted her lap.  “You are a good little girl.”

            She smiled up at him.

            “Play with your toys.  We are going to go shopping as soon as we get to a big enough city to be able to find a decent place to shop for clothes for you.”

            Breanna smiled and she started to play with her dollies again.

            Somehow, even though she really wanted revenge on Adrianna and the others that sometimes picked on her, when she started to think about Adrianna peeing her pants again, she shook her head thinking it just wasn’t naturally her character.

            Instead, she looked more at her Marianna dolly and her Guadeloupe dolls, thinking more about their characters.  Of course, they could never just pee their pants like she was doing, and she could never imagine Aunt Catalina or Uncle Jose being so mean to them, that they could be made to wet themselves.  There was no way Uncle Jose would leave them with Uncle Jorge or Aunt Carmen, so that wouldn’t cause it either, but then thinking about Adrianna…, she got an idea.

            As she played, Adrianna telling Marianna that if she didn’t do what she said for a whole week, then Adrianna was going to tell Aunt Catalina that Guadeloupe had something bad, and because she had taken a picture of it with her phone, Marianna knew that she had to obey if she didn’t want her big sister to get in trouble.

            As they drove, and Breanna played, she suddenly felt a little catch in her bladder, and she knew it was time to wet again.  She put her dolls down, somehow, embarrassed to pee her pants in front of them, and she looked over at Ralph, and she already knew his answer.  He wanted her to wet her diapers from now on, so telling him she had to pee was not going to make it any easier.

            Ralph looked over at her after she had put her dolls down, and seemed to sit there without playing.

            “Are you okay, baby?” he asked her.

            “I’m just about to wet my pants,” Breanna said her face getting a bit warm at admitting it.

            “That’s a good girl.  Go ahead and go, sweetie.  I’ll try not to look at you or do anything to make you nervous.”

            She nodded.

            They hit a bump, which weakened her muscles that were still not really accustomed to letting her pee freely, and that allowed her to leak a little bit, which in turn, led to more spraying once her diaper was damp, and then more and more until she was finally going full force into her diaper and couldn’t stop it if she wanted to.

            After several seconds, she looked over at Ralph, her face on fire.

            “You did it?” he asked her.

            She nodded biting her lower lip.

            “Good girl,” he reached over and patted her lap.  “You are going to be glad you are wetting your pants like this, if a coyote ever gets you alone,” he told her.

            She nodded.

            They got to a larger city maybe an hour or so after she had wet her diaper, and was now playing with her dolls again, her diaper still wet since he had not yet found a safe place to pull over to change her.

            Ralph parked the car in the large parking lot, got out and went around to her side of the car, and got her out and started to pick her up.

            “What about my wet diaper?” Breanna whispered to him.

            “It doesn’t show, sweetheart.  Let’s just get you some more nice clothes, get you a treat, and then after that, we’ll find a better place to park, so we can change you privately, okay?”

            She frowned at having to wear her wet diaper into the store, but he was in charge, and she was just an eleven year old who had to obey her daddy.  He usually changed her right away, so maybe he knew something that she didn’t about this area of Mexico.  It was safer to do whatever he told her.

            He let her down when they got to the carts, and he placed her hands on the cart bar to push it, and then he walked behind her, pushing the cart with his hands outside hers.  She imagined, she really did look like a little kid like this, and wondered if this scene didn’t actually make her look like a bigger eight or nine year old rather than an eleven year old.  Still, there was no way to argue that it would be a lot more difficult to get her away from him while they were in this position.

            He took her over where there were some overalls for little girls, and he started to look through them.  She was right at his side, as he seemed to consider the colors.

            “I like that one,” Breanna pointed at the purple corduroy ones.  It was almost a pastel color of purple, and she thought it was the cutest of the ones that were displayed.

            Ralph smiled and pulled it off of the rack to check the size.

            But Ralph didn’t want to just get her one of those.  He got her three pairs, one jean blue, the purple one, and a pink one that was made more like cotton than jean, but not corduroy either.

            Breanna sighed at getting all these. 

            Ralph then took her to skirts that were made the same way, with overall straps over the shoulders, and he got a pink and purple one, a green one, and a black and pink one.

            Breanna looked up at him wonder what this theme had to do with getting through Mexico safely.

            Ralph then took her to where they had swimsuits that were the one piece style.  She looked up at him wondering why she needed something like this, but she also noticed he was getting her two sizes too big.

            “Daddy?  These are too big for me,” she told him.

            “Honey, these are not meant for swimming.”

            “Oh.  What are we getting these for then?”

            “Coyotes that try to undress you will not only find you in a diaper,” he told her.  “But you will be wearing this, too.  That will make them think there is something wrong with your development, like your intelligence, and that will make them think you can’t be easily reasoned with.”

            Breanna looked down.

            “If anyone tries to take you away, you need to start screaming and crying and fighting, and wetting your pants if you can, and even biting and scratching at them.  When they finally get you calm enough, and they notice you’ve peed enough to leak, they’ll try to take off your clothes.  Fight them, because they are up to no good, anyway, but when they see what looks like a baby onsie on you, and they see the sagging diaper under the swimsuit, they will see they have made a big mistake, because there is no way they can expect to reason with you to do what they want.  The best they can do, is pawn you off as a little girl at that point, and then you won’t be put into sex trafficking or anything like that, okay?”

            Breanna had a fowl taste in her mouth throughout most of his explanation, that is, until he ended with the idea she could be sex trafficked, if people realized she was a cognitive nineteen year old, and that the getup would definitely make them change their mind about that.  She agreed, it was better to look like a little girl that needed this kind of stuff than it was to be sold into a life like that.

            “If all goes well, you will not even see another coyote, but it is much better to be dressed and treated as a baby, and not need it, than it is to not be ready, and then have something happen,” he finished his reasoning with her.

            She nodded.  He was right.  They must be really in a dangerous coyote area, because he had let her go all the way through Guatemala without this extremity in convincing power.  She really hoped she didn’t see a coyote, and the nervousness caused her bladder to suddenly release a spray without her even realizing she had to go until she sprayed some in her diaper.  Once she did though, she decided to just try to spray her diaper as inconspicuously as she could, because she definitely didn’t want anyone to think she was an adult right now.

            After that, he got her some shirts, undershirts, panties that would fit over her diaper/onsie thing, and some cute socks and one more pair of shoes.  Of course, he restocked on diapers and pads for her, and then they were at a food court.

            “What do you think?” Ralph asked the little girl.  “Do you want ice cream, donuts, or cake?”

            She smiled up at him and pointed at the ice cream.

            Her diaper was sagging by this point, and she felt it heavily pulling at her hips trying to fall down through her skirt.

            When they were seated, eating ice cream, she whispered up to Ralph.

            “Daddy, my diaper is really wet.  It’s trying to fall down.”

            “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he smiled at her.  “When we get you to the car, I guess we’ll just have to put the curtains up and change you then.”

            She nodded frowning.  “But what if it falls down on the way to the car?” she asked.

            Ralph sighed.

            “Well, there’s not much we can do about it until we get to the car and are able to change you, baby.  And I do have to carry the stuff I just bought, so you’re just going to have to try to keep that from happening on your own, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “This is precisely one of the reasons I’m getting you show swimsuits to act as onsies, though.  If we get a swim suit on you over your diaper, then it won’t sag under a skirt you’re wearing.”

            Breanna’s mouth went wide and then down to an “oh,” as though she was saying wow, but not voicing it.  Ralph really was thinking about everything, then.  She started to wonder why he didn’t do this in the first place, but then, Breanna realized she probably would have questioned it if he mentioned doing it this way to start with.  He was letting her see the natural consequences, obviously, of being stuck in a wet diaper for too long.

            Breanna put her hands on the sides of her skirt, and felt through the skirt into the sides of the tops of her diaper, and then she held the diaper up through her skirt, hoping that no one would really notice too much as she walked alongside her ‘daddy’ back to the car.

            Once they were there, ‘daddy’ put the bags of clothes in the back first, and then he nodded at Breanna to get in, and he got in right behind her closing the door.

            “Are you just wet?” Ralph asked her.

            Breanna looked down her body at him, because she was lying now, where he was sitting almost where her knees were, and she didn’t look happy about his question.

            “What do you mean, just wet?” she asked.

            “You didn’t do something else,” he asked.

            “No….  I just wet my pants, but twice.  I mean, I’m not going to poop my diaper unless I really have to, and believe me, whether you want me to or not, I’m pretty sure I’m going to let you know it’s going to happen if you don’t let to potty.  You aren’t going to make me do that, are you?”

            Ralph shrugged.

            “Breanna, I don’t want you to poop your pants if it can be helped, but if it comes to going at a dangerous place, or going in your pants, going in your pants is better than taking a chance of getting in trouble with some Coyote, and we certainly can’t have you mentioning it at the border guards to America.”

            She nodded.  She understood being careful of the coyotes, though she was a little confused about why it would be bad if the border patrol knew she had to go potty.

            After the curtains were up around the backseat again, Ralph pulled the little one’s skirt down, and he sighed.

            “Well, it looks like even twice can cause a leak,” he told Breanna as she held up her skirt showing her a wet patch on the back where her butt would be, so big that she wondered if anyone had seen it when they were coming back to the car.  It obviously must have leaked when she was sitting and eating ice cream, but she didn’t feel it leak.

            Ralph folded the wet skirt away, and put it in a plastic bag, then he pulled down and off her panties that were mean to hide her diaper, and it was soaked around the middle and the back and part of the way up the front.

            When he had her panties off, he sighed and shook his head.

            “No wonder,” he pulled her hand over so she could feel how the diaper had shifted and apparently when she peed the second time, she must have peed half of it into the diaper, and half of it had found the half of the diaper that had come un-taped and went directly into her panties.

            She looked down, and found that not quite half of her privates were showing from the un-taped diaper, but certainly enough of it, that the pee could easily pour out of that part of her diaper and all over her panties and then probably all over the floor.  She blushed thinking that someone was going to see a puddle somewhere in the store, where she had started peeing herself earlier.

            “You didn’t feel it leaking down your legs or all over your bottom?” Ralph asked her.

            She started to cry knowing that if she had done this, and it was Uncle Jorge, she’d be in really big trouble.  She should have known something was wrong with the diaper!  She started to shake, even as she thought about how mad Ralph should really be, but then Ralph pulled her up into a sitting position, her bottom half still naked, and pulled her into his lap and rocked her.

            “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered to you.  “I told you that it’s okay to wet your pants.  I don’t want you using the public bathroom anywhere, or even the toilet at the motels, until we meet your daddy from now.”

            “Not even the toilet at the motel?” Breanna sniffled.

            “No, baby.  So, the wetting and leaking in your pants is not your fault, sweetheart.  I was only asking if you didn’t even feel it leaking down your legs, but not to say that you were in trouble for it.”

            She shook her head.  “I honestly didn’t feel it, daddy.”

            “Then it’s okay, sweetheart.  Daddy is going to try to fix it with those swim suites, so that next time it come un-taped like that, the swimsuit will still hold the diaper in place so it doesn’t get all over you.  This would have been a lot worse, had you pooped your pants like that.”

            Breanna frowned.  He said he didn’t want her to poop herself, but now, he was mentioning a second time, that it could happen.  She blushed thinking he was probably trying to prepare her for the inevitable.  She wasn’t sure how many girls he had helped before, but if they were not allowed to use the toilet in public at all, and only at the motels if they convinced him they were going to poop, then probably a lot of them had pooped in their panties at least once.

            “I’m… I’m going to poop my diaper later, aren’t I?” she whispered with her head in ‘daddy’s chest.

            “Well, I know you don’t want to, so I really hope it doesn’t happen, but I can’t guarantee it won’t,” Ralph said rubbing her back.  “In every fifteen girls, ten of them end up pooping their pants once, and six or seven end up pooping their pants more than once.”

            Breanna sighed and held the sides of his shirt with her hands balled into fists like a real little girl that was getting some scary news.

            “But Breanna?” he rubbed her head back and whispered with a kiss to her forehead.  “I promise, if you do poop your pants, once or more than once, I will not be mad or punish you for something that’s not your fault.  You are not choosing to poop your pants, baby.  I’m telling you to do it because of safety, okay?”

            She nodded, her head trying to push into his chest for comfort and somehow, she felt safer.

            As she sat there in his lap, like that, he started to get a diaper under her.  He was so practiced with diapering little girls, well, girls he trained to be little to get the safely where they were going, that he had the diaper under her and even the shorter pad in her diaper and it taped up before she realized what he was doing.

            “Can you scoot off my lap for a minute?” he whispered to her.  “We need to get your swim suit on you so it holds up the diaper better this time, and then we’ll put some panties on over the swim suit so no one knows you are wearing a diaper or a swimsuit like this.”

            “Daddy?” she shivered as she backed off of his legs.  “How you going to put the swimsuit on me?  I still have my shirts on.”

            He nodded.  “I know.  I was wondering when you were going to figure that out.  Let’s just get the bottom part of your swimsuit on first, then we’ll take off your shirts just long enough to fix the top of your swimsuit, okay?”

            She nodded understanding that he was just trying to help keep her diaper from undoing itself and embarrassing her again later.

            She let him get her swimsuit in place, and then let him start to lift her shirt off of her.

            “I’m eleven years old, right, daddy?”

            “Yes, sweetheart.  You’re eleven years old.”

            “Well, eleven year olds can put on a swimsuit by themselves, usually.”

            “Yes, baby, but this is not really a swimsuit, or at least, it’s not being used as one, is it?”

            She looked into his eyes.

            “Honey, this is a make shift onsie, so your diapers don’t sag down on you.  It is serving a different purpose than swimming.  If you were just swimming, it wouldn’t matter how you put it on because it would cover you the way it was intended, but to serve the purpose we need it to, I need to make sure it is on your right, so it holds your diaper in place.”

            She nodded.

            “That is something an eleven year old doesn’t usually deal with, right?  Not many eleven year olds have experience with wetting a diaper, and then having it sag on them, do they, baby?”

            Breanna nodded.  He had to be right about that, though she did have experience with wetting her pants at that age.  She would never have been in a diaper though or a onsie kind of thing because her uncle would not have allowed it.

            She let him get her shirts off, and he turned her around, and examined her back for a minute, something he had noticed on her front made him want to see her back.

            “You… you have black and blue marks on your back,” Ralph said to her as though surprised, as if he had never had a chance to see it before.  Maybe he didn’t really look, properly when she thought he had removed her shirts, or was this the first time for him to actually see her without a shirt on?

            “When did you get these bruises?” he asked her.

            Breanna shrugged.

            “Your Uncle Jorge did this to you?” he asked her.

            “No.  Not exactly,” she said looking at the floor when he turned her to look back at him.

            “What do you mean, not exactly?” he asked her.

            “Uncle Jorge didn’t hit me like that,” she said.  “But, he let my cousin babysit me, even up to last week, and my cousin was allowed to punish me if I did something wrong.”

            “Your cousin did this to you?”

            “Well, actually, she didn’t mean to hurt me like this,” Breanna said.  “I fell down the stairs of the front porch.  You know, the cement ones?”

            Ralph frowned.

            “She tried to swat me, and I tried to dodge her, and I slipped and fell.  My cousin was really sorry that she caused me to fall, and she helped me into the house, and then we called my Uncle.  She even told my uncle I was being disciplined for something completely unrelated, and she told him I only wet my pants that time because I fell on the ground so hard.  Uncle believed her and hugged me.”

            Ralph frowned.

            “So what did she try to swat a nineteen year old girl for?”

            “Well, because, she found out I leaked pee in my pants when we were at a basketball game together.  She said I embarrassed her, and she had a right to spank me because Uncle Jorge said so, if I do anything wrong in front of her.”

            Ralph sighed.  He turned her again to check on the black and blue places where she fell, and then at the redness that was still on her side and that went around to her front, the trail that caused him to turn her around and check.

            He sighed.

            He pulled down the bottom part of her swimmers again, and then pulled down her diaper and checked her more carefully.

            “I should have done this before,” he told her.  “If the authorities in the USA side see anything that looks like abuse, they might try to arrest me, and they will keep you, and if they find out you are nineteen and not eleven, they will try to send you back to Guatemala.”

            Breanna frowned.

            “Your legs look like they have light whipping marks on them,” Ralph observed.  “And so does the small of your back.”

            “That’s from when I get hit by the strap.  Uncle Jorge, Aunt Carmen, and Cousin Adrianna used to use it to spank me when I messed up.”

            “Even if you did mess up,” Ralph sighed.  “What I see doesn’t even look like a real spanking.  It looks like a whipping.”

            Breanna shrugged.  She never doubted it was a whipping more than a spanking, but then, how do you spank a fifteen year old whose body is no longer affected by regular spanks, let alone a nineteen year old?

            “This is abuse, baby.”

            He hugged.

            “We are going to have to change our cover story a bit so you don’t get discovered as a nineteen year old trying to sneak over the border, and so I don’t go to jail for abuse I didn’t even do.”

            Breanna nodded.

            He pulled her diaper back up on her, and refastened the tabs, though now, they were a little weaker because of having to be re-taped.  Luckily, he had the swimsuit-onsie thing he was pulling on over her diaper that would keep it up and in place.  Then he helped her slip her arms into the suit and over that, he pull up some pink panties on her and then put on her undershirt for her.

            “Are you okay?” Ralph asked her.

            Breanna nodded.

            “Comfortable enough?”

            “It feels kind of weird to wear it like this, but it’s not tight or anything.”

            “Good,” he said and then he pulled on her kittens shirt that was black with two white kittens pawing at each other.  Last, he pulled up a new skirt he had just gotten her, a pink cotton overalls style one.  “There we are, all dressed again, baby.”

            She nodded.

            “We need to talk to your daddy before we proceed,” Ralph told her.  “I want to have him talk to the state about getting his little girl back.  He will have to say he sent someone to go looking for his girl when some people kidnapped you, and he heard you were taken to Mexico.  We are still going to use the idea that a child was taken, and I’ll tell him about the abuse marks on you, so when the border patrol see us, they will understand that you are not only an American, but an at risk child that had to be rescued.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “It is very important that you act scared and that you flinch anytime one of the guards comes your way, and if possible, you go in your pants or diaper as soon as they try to reach for you. Cry and try to reach for me calling me Uncle Ralph from now on… not daddy.”

            “Uncle Ralph?”

            “That’s right.  The border are going to be told your daddy is waiting for you in America.  You need to have a reason to know me and trust me, so I’m your uncle.”

            He sighed.

            “Actually, baby, you are going to have to be nine years old, I think.”

            “Nine?”

            “Do you want to be sent back to people that hit you?”

            “But I was bad.  All parents spank kids that are bad,” she said looking up at him.

            “Have I spanked you once for wetting your pants?” Ralph asked her.

            “No?”

            “No,” he said.  “Those people were not just spanking you for being bad.  They made up the rules as they went and hit you for things that were not even your fault, and this welt on your lower back and those marks on your legs are not a spanking, baby girl.  They are whippings, something you do when you try to get animals to behave against their natural instincts.  Even against animals, for the most part, that is called abuse, and people get arrested even for that!”

            “Really?”

            “Really baby.  If you are nine years old, and the border sees that you are black and blue, and you have whipping marks on you, you will definitely be placed in the system as an at risk kid, which will make you getting back into America a lot easier, even if they find what I did was illegal and try to arrest me, you will be protected.  So, you are nine and you are a scared little girl, and you pee or poop your pants the minute any of those people try to touch you.  You do that, honey, and I promise, you will get back with your dad, no matter what happens to me.”

            “Okay,” she nodded.

            “Good girl.  We need to go ahead and find a motel for the night so I can call your dad about all this.”

            Breanna nodded.  It was nowhere near night time, but she knew that plans had to be altered, and things had to be prepared of them arriving, and so, she realized that might mean another day or two with Uncle Ralph.  What was two more days though?  She was going to see her daddy soon, and so what if Uncle Ralph told her that she was nine years old now?  He was protecting her, and if he could make her look like a nine year old, then she wasn’t against anything that would get her back into America and back to her daddy.

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Chapter 7 part2:

            They pulled into a motel early in the afternoon, and the owner of the motel smiled and waved at Ralph like they were old friends.

            “Are you rescuing another one?” His old friend had come right up to the car to talk.

            “Yep.  This one is a nine year old.  She’s calling me Uncle Ralph.”

            The other man, with a sombrero covering his black top head, smiled at the little girl in the front seat.

            “She’s kind of a cutie,” the man said.

            “No, no ideas, Manny.  I’ve already been in touch with her daddy, and he’s expecting her sooner rather than later.”

            “Oh, ma—an,” the man winked though and chuckled as if it was a joke, and Ralph just gave him a questionable eye that Breanna wouldn’t really make out the meaning of.  “Well, I have your usual room all ready for you, and we’ll be having fajitas tonight.”

            “Sounds good,” Ralph said.

            The man gave Ralph a key to the room, and then walked back up to the office of the motel, and Ralph pulled the car around the back of the motel.

            “You know this guy, then?” Breanna asked once they were out of sight.

            “Yeah, he’s an old friend.  He’s always keeping an eye out for questionable things, and he passes information on to me when I’m not on a run, already.”

            “Do Coyotes stay here, then?”

            “Quite frequently, I’m afraid.  But they know not to cause a stir because Manuel knows who most of the coyotes are, and he also is buddies with the sheriff, and the coyotes know, that if they cause trouble, all he has to do, is not check in one afternoon, and the police will be all over this motel.”

            “The coyotes could just find another motel?” Breanna said rather innocent-like.

            “Yeah, if they dared,” Ralph chuckled like she had said something cute.  “This is one of the last motels before getting into Guatemala where questions are limited for the privacy of guests.  Los Coyotes know that if this place gets shut down, they will have a lot of trouble slipping people from Guatemala up this way.”

            “So, this is an important link in the road for trafficking?”

            “It’s pretty important, yes, sweetheart.  So, I want you to stay in the room at all times unless I specifically take you somewhere, like to eat dinner, alright?”

            “Yes, um….”

            “Uncle Ralph, sweetheart.  Get used to it.”

            She nodded.

            He led her into the room, which was beautiful.  It had a nice open common area that had a nice television and sofa seating arrangement as well as the door to the bathroom, and then it had two doorways that led to rooms with beds in them.

            “I get my own room?” Breanna asked him.

            “Sure do,” Ralph told her.  “Manny has always set me up well, knowing that my work is very important.”

            “So, how are you paid?” Breanna asked.

            “The clients that are looking for their kidnapped family will pay quite a price to retrieve a family member,” Ralph told her.  “Your own father has sold everything he has trying to find you.”

            “And you took his money, just like that?  Not caring that he might have to struggle now?”

            “Your daddy didn’t find my services until late in the game, and he had already sold a lot of his stuff,” Ralph shook his head.  “Truth be told, I’m doing your daddy a favor because he couldn’t come close to paying me my usual fees after all the other ‘experts’ had taken advantage of him.”

            She frowned.  “So, how much is he paying you then?”

            Ralph smiled.

            “He actually just paid me a hundred dollars.”

            “A hundred?  That’s not even enough to make the trip all the way to America, is it?”

            “No.  But I got paid for my last three services in full, and so I can afford to do some charitable work when one or two grateful families pays me my regular service fees and if they’re rich, they even add some.”

            “So… you’re not a coyote….”

            “No.  I told you, I’m El Lobo, a wolf.  I hunt coyotes, and I take their game from them, and sometimes I am paid to do it, and sometimes, I simply take it away from them knowing that when I find out where the young person really belongs, I usually get paid something anyway.”

            Breanna nodded.  She wasn’t really sure what he did was legal, nor did she know if he was dangerous, but she had no reason to doubt he was telling her the truth, and so even though he wasn’t safe, he was a good guy.  It reminded Breanna of one of her childhood favorite stories, “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.” 

            Aslan was considered dangerous, but also considered good.  Ralph was something like an Aslan for lost people being trafficked against their will.  That made her smile.

            “What?” Ralph smiled at her in a way that she knew he caught her smiling about something secret.

            “Nothing,” she quietly added “Aslan” to the end of the response once Ralph had turned back to find the phone so that he could make a call.

            Breanna came over and sat down near Ralph, sitting on the floor, actually in front of the chair he had picked to sit in.

            “Steve?” Ralph eventually got someone on the phone he was trying to get.

            “Yes, I have your little girl with me, now, but something has put a wrench in the plan….”

            “No, she’s still coming, but we need to doctor up the story.  I told you that sometimes, the story has to change and we need to be versatile when I last talked to you, remember?”

            Ralph was tapping his hand on the armchair.

            “No, she’s fine.  She’s still scheduled to come up north, but it’s going to take a couple of extra days, and I need you to do something from your side.”

            Breanna listened carefully, trying to hear her dad’s voice without bothering Uncle Ralph.

            “Your daughter has to be nine years old,” Ralph said.

            “I know.  I understand that you didn’t really even like the idea of me treating her like a child at all.  This is important though.  We want the authorities to take her case seriously.”

            “Look, her supposed aunt and uncle that she was sold to has badly mistreated your little one.  She has whipping marks on her legs that are not even a few days old.”

            “Of course, I took off her clothes!  I told you I was putting her in diapers.  What did you expect.”

            “Steve.  Steve.  Steve, calm down.  Now, do you really expect an eleven year old to be able to put a diaper on herself correctly?  You do?  Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve been diapering her.”

            “Look, we can argue about how I took care of her when you see her.  You are lucky I’m even doing this for you.  Remember, this is practically charity.  You couldn’t even afford to pay my way down to get her, let alone all the expenses to bring her back.  So, like it or not, you are either stuck with me getting her home, or I can take her back to Guatemala.”

            “Yes, I knew that would change your tune.  Now, the little girl is nine years old, and I am looking after her, just the way I think a nine year old needs to be looked after.  You may not like my parenting style, but you don’t have a choice.”

           “Yes, so what I need you to do, is you need to contact law enforcement.  Let them know that you have sent her uncle down to get her up to the border, and you need to send the border new papers that show that she is nine years old.”

            “How do you think you do that?  Those papers I told you to hold on to?  Look through them, and you’ll find some papers where you just have to put in her birthday, and make the year so that she is nine years old.  Take those papers to the authorities, and tell them that your daughter was kidnapped, and that her uncle found out some coyotes had gotten a hold of her.”

            “They’ll believe you.  I know which coyotes it was, and if you look through those papers, you will find that the coyotes’ names are right there.  You present those papers to the authorities, and you will lead them to arresting the ring that is stationed in America.  You do that, and you will be rewarded by the government.  Trust me.”

            “Why didn’t I just do that?  I have my reasons, but one of them is that when I rescue a kid from a bad situation, I don’t want her going to a family in financial ruin.  The money you will be rewarded with will not be anything near where you started before she was taken, but it will help you get a nicer place to live than you are in now.”

          “I have your little girl right here.  I bet she’d like to talk to her daddy.”

            “No, she has to behave like a little girl.  She’s going to talk to you like she’s a nine year old, or I’ll have to scold her because it’s important that she practices and keeps in character until she is back in your hands.”

            “Alright, here is your little princess.”

            Breanna stood up and reached her hand towards the phone impatiently even as she heard them winding down, and long before he finally handed the receiver to her.

            “Daddy?” she asked through the phone hoping she’d recognize his voice.

            “Daddy!” she squealed when he responded.

            “So, you’ve been down in Guatemala all this time?” he asked her.

           “Almost,” Breanna nodded forgetting that he couldn’t see her gestures.  “I’m so sorry I believed those bad men,” she told her dad.

            “Believed the bad men?” her daddy asked.

            “Well, you didn’t get to the school when you usually do, and I don’t remember when I started to accept what they said as being true, but they told me you were tired of me.”

            “Oh, baby!” her dad was sniffling so she could tell he was nearly crying.

            “They said you complained that I did drugs and I wet my pants all the time, and that I was just a bad girl, and I took after my bad mother.”

            “You listen to me, Breanna Adrianna Cortes Green.  You never did anything that made me mad, and your mother was not a bad mother.  She died, sweetheart.”

            “I know.  The bad men said she took drugs….”

            “Honey, they told you lies so that it would be easy to take you.  Your mom has not had any drugs that I know of since she left Mexico.  I don’t know if she did drugs before coming to America, but in America, she was clean.  You were clean.  You didn’t do drugs either, honey.”

            “I wet my pants, though….”

            “Honey, I don’t remember when you stopped wetting your pants before you were taken, but no, you didn’t pee your pants for quite some time before they took you.”

            “I didn’t?”

            “No, sweetheart.”

            “Not even in the bed?”

            “I… I don’t think so.  I don’t remember you wetting the bed when you were in fifth grade, sweetheart.”

            “Breanna,” Ralph interrupted her.  “You need to be nine right now.  Stop talking about the past, like it was so distant.  Someone might be listening in on the call.”

            Breanna looked up at Uncle Ralph.

            “Daddy?  Uncle Ralph says to stop talking about when I was five years old.  He says that coyotes might be listening.”

            “Oh, okay.  Honey, is Ralph treating you okay?”

            “Yeah.  He takes me everywhere, and he won’t let me go on my own anywhere because he’s protecting me.  He feeds me really good though, and he bought me a DS game and some toys for a nine year old.  He said my old toys were too… inappropriate for my age.”

            “Oh, okay, sweetheart.  You mind Uncle Ralph as long as what he is doing is good to you.  I want my little girl back soon.”

            “I know.  I’m so excited to see my daddy again!”

            Breanna didn’t realize it when it was happening, but she was so excited to be on the phone with her real dad, that she was peeing her pants without the act even registering in her mind.  It might have been the diapers she was wearing, it might have been the brainwashing and the usual little leaks that always happened that disguised how badly she was really wetting, or maybe it was just the over all flooding of emotions that her mind just didn’t pick up something that Ralph seemed to think was so trivial.

            When she handed the phone back to Ralph, a little sadly, Ralph explained a few more things to her dad, whose name was Steven Green?  And it wasn’t until Ralph hung up, that she realized there was wetness against her privates and bottom.

            “Uncle Ralph?” she looked up at him after he had put the phone on the hook.

            “Yes, sweetheart?”

            “I peed my pants.”

            He smiled.  “Good girl.  You need to keep doing that, honey.  Even at the motel.  Now, do you want Uncle Ralph to get you out of that wet diaper?”

            She nodded.

            “Let’s go to your room, sweetheart.”

            Uncle Ralph walked her into the room that was decorated for a teenage girl.

            “Did you like talking to daddy?” Ralph asked like he would a little girl, knowing full well that she would.

            Breanna, however, seemed to miss the talking down at her, and she nodded enthusiastically.  “Daddy says to mind you.”

            “I know, baby.  He knows that I know what I’m doing, and we’ll get you back to America quite safely.”

            He had her sit on the bed while he started to gather some things together to change her.

            “Breanna, you need to learn to purposefully wet yourself, so try to push again, just to make sure you finished wetting.  Remember, no potties until we get across the border.”

            Breanna nodded and started to try to squeeze her stomach, both from inside and with her hands from the outside, to try to do what Uncle Ralph said. 

            To her surprise, she was wetting again.  He really did seem to know what he was doing!

            She kept pushing her stomach from within, and she got every last bit into her diaper, the pool setting under her bottom before it slowly seeped into the padding of the diaper leaving it just a little damp.

            She finally looked up at Uncle Ralph, who had been standing over her, watching her pee herself on purpose like he told her to do.

            “You finish, sweetie?”

            She nodded.

            “Good girl.  Lay down, honey.”

            She laid down.

            Despite all the extra layers caused by the panties and the swimming suit, Ralph had her changed and redressed in less than a minute as though he had really just changed a baby.

            “There we are.  Now, it’s a while before dinner time, so why don’t you play with your toys, or you can watch cartoons if you want,” Ralph told her.  “I’m going to look at my maps a bit, and rethink the course we are on.”

            “Okay,” Breanna said not sure why he had to rethink the course they were on, but not really bothered by the route they took anyway.  She had no idea where she was going anyway, except that she was going to get to America in a few days, and she was going to see daddy again.

           

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            Chapter 8

            The three hours in the room had gone by rather quickly, actually.  Maybe spending all that time in the car had actually worn the little girl out, or maybe it was just the nice change of pace, to get to actually watch television and relax, but Breanna didn’t notice as the time slipped away while she watched television, played on her DS, and even played with her dollies.

            ‘Uncle Ralph’ as he was now called, took the little nineteen year old, now nine year old, down to the small quaint dining room of this small motel, and there were four other people in the room, all eating the same thing.  It was a different kind of motel, one that didn’t let you order food like at a restaurant, but still, the private owner served a nice meal.

            Ralph went to the drinks table, and seemed to spend a few minutes there, before returning to their table, a cup of coffee for himself and a glass of chocolate milk for his little charge.

            “You’ve got a cute little one with you, don’t you?” one of the guys called from another table.

            Ralph frowned over at them.  “Cute?  She’s nine years old,” he chastised them.  “What interest would you have in a nine year old child?”

            “None,” the man said looking down.  “I just meant, she was cute, in the way that children are cute is all.”

            Ralph raised an eyebrow at the guy, and Breanna felt a little nervous as they exchanged glances.  Was that guy a coyote?  Did Ralph know it?

            After a moment or two, the men at that table started talking, and Ralph relaxed and started to eat dinner.

            “Is he a coyote?” Breanna whispered to Uncle Ralph.

            Ralph nodded, very slightly.  “Don’t ask such obvious questions, baby.  We don’t need you drawing their attention.”

            “Yes sir.  Sorry.”

            She swung her legs under the table, and she started to eat her food, too.

           While Breanna was eating, she became aware that she had to pee again, and her face heated up a little bit.  She was in the middle of a room with maybe nine or ten people eating, and she knew that Ralph had wanted her to give no sign, but just wet herself, but now that she was in that situation, she found it very embarrassing.

            She looked around to see if anyone was noticing her, but the only person paying her any mind at all, was Ralph, and even he was divided in his attention because he was also talking to his friend that owned this motel.  Breanna ate another bite, as her leg started to shake from not wanting to give in and do that.

            She was used to leaking a little bit in her panties, sure.  But to just flood a diaper, right there, at the table?  She didn’t know if she could do that.

            “You little brat!” she heard in the back of her mind.  Her Uncle Jorge’s face appearing and she, herself, feeling about fifteen at the time.  “You sat there, and pissed your pants, right in front of everyone!”

            Tears came to Breanna’s eyes.  Was she really supposed to wet her pants?

            Okay, she did wet her pants earlier when they were shopping, even on purpose, but even then, she didn’t really notice anyone like she did now.  Even then, she felt like it was just her, and the person that kept telling her it was okay, and that he wanted her to do it. But now, she was sitting, feeling like she was in front of everyone, and that people were going to notice her doing it if she started.

            A tear stared down the left side of her cheek.  Her legs started to jackhammer under the table.  She started to scoot in her chair.  She took another bite to try to hide her dilemma.  Her knees started to move towards each other, in anticipation of needing to hide a wet spot, that if she didn’t have a diaper on, would certainly appear shortly.

            She felt a little spray of shame before her body shut it off.  Her diaper has now been primed, and her leg picked up speed with its jackhammering.  Her knees were bouncing off of each other, staying in closer contact.  Her chewing slowed.  Her face was hot, and sweat was starting to send little dots of water along her hairline at the top of her head.

            Breanna caught sight of Ralph who shook his head slightly side to side, as in warning her not to do something.  If it were Uncle Jorge, it would be to not piss her pants and draw shame to the table she sat at, but for Uncle Ralph?  Uncle Ralph didn’t want her to let on what she was doing.  He wanted her to pee her pants.  He said so.

            She nodded slightly at him, but still, her body was being stubborn, and her legs were still sending waves of jackhammering and knee bouncing jiggling her body as her muscle refused to let go.

            Breanna swallowed and took another bite.

            She felt like her bladder was some kind of garden hose or something, and that for now, the end nozzle was closed, but the spigot was turned full blast on, and somehow, was pushing water through the hose, trying to overwhelm the end nozzle.  It was sort of the feeling you might get when you watch a Mickey Mouse Cartoon, with Chip and Dale bending the hose on Mickey or Donald, and watching the hose swell up with a lump of water.

            When those rascals released that lump, Breanna knew that it was going to flood her diaper, and she knew that if she were with Uncle Jorge….

            “Did you just piss your pants?” He would stand up and force her to stand up so that the whole room would see.  “Look at what you did.  Are you trying to be put back in diapers or something?”

            Breanna would shake her head, and shiver, but now, ironically, she wasn’t even wet, like her uncle would accuse her of, but she was already in a diaper, and Ralph would insist that she pee in.

            She sighed and put her fork down.  What did Ralph expect of her?  He wouldn’t be mad at her if she wasn’t wet until they got to the room, would he?

            Ralph saw her drop her fork and he motioned for her to come over to him.

            She got up and walked over to him, her head down, afraid he was going to scold her.  A deeper part felt like she deserved to be scolded for the leak that had already sprayed into her diaper, but she also expected him to just scold her for not being obedient and peeing like he told her to, kind of like Adrianna would sometimes do to her.

            He brought her closer to him and hugged her.

            “Are you okay, baby?” he asked.

            She looked down and whispered.  “I’m about to wet my diaper.”

            “That’s okay,” he told her.  He picked her up and put her in his lap.  “You’re a good little girl.”

            Breanna noticed that the coyotes were watching them, and she saw one of them eye the interaction rather closely.  Was he jealous that Ralph had her willingly sitting in his lap while he calmed her down?

            As Ralph calmed her, she didn’t realize it, but the chipmunks were slowly loosening their grip on the cartoony hose in her imagination, and she felt a small spray go into her diaper.  Then another spray.  Then a third, and then she started to feel like the ocean was sending a tidal wave from the middle of the sea right up onto the beach, and her diaper was soon soaking wet, and she was still spraying a bit here and there until she finally finished.

            Ralph, in the meantime, and pulled her plate over towards them, and he started to feed her.

            “Come on, sweetheart.  A little more.  You need your strength for our trip tomorrow.”

            Breanna wasn’t really refusing to eat.  She was just really embarrassed that she now had a soaking wet diaper on, and that her Uncle Ralphy was trying to feed her like a baby.

            “I can do it,” she whispered to Ralph.

            “Well, if you can do it, then please eat,” he handed her the fork.

            Breanna sighed and started to eat, while she sat in Uncle Ralph’s lap, her bottom soaking wet, well, the soaking was starting to dry up to a bit damp because the material in the padding and the diaper was pulling her pee pee away from her.

            “I wet my pants,” Breanna finally admitted to him in a whisper, her voice cracking like she was about to cry.

            “That’s alright, sweetie,” Ralph wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.  “Uncle Ralph understands how scared you are, but it’s okay that you can’t control your bladder sometimes, sweetheart.”

            She nodded and looked down at her dry lap.  Whatever reservation she had about the swimsuit pushing against her diaper and making it leak, she could see that it wasn’t even doing that, but rather, as Ralph had said, she felt like her sagging diaper was being held up in place.

            Manny leaned in to them, and he whispered.

            “Honey, I have a niece about your age who sometimes wets, too.  It’s not the end of the world that you wet your pants, sweetie.”

            Ralph smiled turned Breanna so he could see her.

            “See?  It’s okay,” he told her. 

            “What did you put her in a diaper?” Manuel could clearly see that she wasn’t leaking.

            “Yeah.  It’s safer for her to wear diapers on long trips because she wets when she gets tired or she gets really nervous.”

            Manuel nodded.  “My sister diapers her ten year old for the same reason, though it’s really just her nine year old daughter that usually wets.”

            Ralph nodded.

            Breanna just looked down and was glad that she didn’t have to explain that a nineteen year old has just wet, and is in diapers because Ralph said that was safer for her.

            “We could keep her food and yours warm if you wanted to go change her,” Manuel told Ralph.

            “She’ll be okay until after dinner.  It’s not the first time for her to pee her pants and have to wear a wet diaper for a little while.  I’ll change her when we go back to the room.”

            Breanna nodded at what Ralph said.

            “Alright, if you both are sure,” he said.  “My sister always changes her nine year old right away, when she can.”

            “That’s fine for your sister, but Breanna is going to be in the car for a few more days until we get to America, so she’s going to have to get used to wearing wet pants anyway until we get there.  Sometimes, there just isn’t a good place to change a big child like her, you know?”

            Manuel nodded.  “I guess you’re right.”

            One of the men from another table came over and stood up over Ralph and Breanna.

            “I know who you are, Ralph Oswald.”

            “Yes, I suppose you do,” he looked up into the man’s eyes.  “Of course, if you do know who I am, then you’ll know not to mess with me unless you want to lose your precious cargo.”

            “Who says I have any cargo at the moment?” the man asked Ralph with a smile.

            “Oh, you definitely have cargo,” Ralph told him seemingly sure.  “You wouldn’t be at this particular motel unless you were hiding someone in your room.”

            “If you know I have someone in my room, then why aren’t you trying to take it?”

            “As you can see, I already have someone I’m taking care of at the moment, so if you leave us alone, I won’t try to take your cargo.  If you mess with my little girl, though, then you’ll lose out on both getting my little girl, and your own cargo.”

            The man sighed.  “I think you are just a lucky jerk that thinks you can do whatever you want.”

            “No, sir.  I think I can do what is right.  If you push me, I will do what is right for your cargo as well as for mine.”

            The man shook his head and decided to go back to his table.

            “That is El Lobo,” one of the men told the man that was just sitting down again.  “Are you crazy?  Don’t draw him on us.  He might look like one man, but he has resources!”

            “Do you buy his story that he’s that girl’s uncle?” the first man asked.

            “No.  But don’t push him.  Besides, you heard the little girl admit it.  She’s a pants wetting nine year old.  “We really don’t need that kind of trouble with us with the policia already looking for our cargo.”

            “I guess,” the first man said a little disappointment in his voice.

            Ralph rubbed Breanna’s back, after they changed the topic to other things.

            “You see?” Ralph told her.  “They don’t believe I’m really your uncle, but they don’t want anything to do with a little girl that’s peeing her pants,” he whispered to her.

            Manuel heard them though, and he leaned in and whispered.

            “Did you just tell her to say she pees her pants, then?” he asked.

            “No.  She really does wet herself.  But she was uncertain about doing it on purpose sometimes, and especially wearing a diaper.”

            Manuel nodded.  “What nine year old wouldn’t be?  So, what, she wets the bed?”

            Ralph nodded.  “…And her pants, when she’s too far from the toilet for too long.”

            “So, did you not let her use the bathroom before dinner on purpose?”

            “No.  I didn’t know she had to go when we came down for dinner, but I did tell her that she needs to ask permission to get her diaper off, and that it’s best not to worry too much about it.”

            Breanna was trying to read what Ralph was telling Manuel.  Was it so important to keep the secret from Manuel, too?  She climbed off of Ralph’s lap.

            “I’m wet, Uncle Ralph.  Can we please go change my diaper?” she asked.

            “In a minute, sweetie.  Uncle Ralph isn’t done eating, and his friend is talking.  I’ll take you in a few minutes, baby.”

            Breanna nodded and stood there waiting for Ralph to finish with Manuel.

            It took longer than Breanna wanted, but eventually, Ralph and Manuel stopped stalking, and Ralph finished his dinner, so he took Breanna by the hand and led her out towards the parking lot to go to their room.

            “Uncle Ralph, how come you….”

            Ralph picked her up and then placed a finger on her lips.

            “Not here, sweetheart,” he warned her before she got her question out.  “You can ask me things once we get to the room after I’ve checked things out.”

            Breanna nodded and let Ralph carry her the rest of the way to the room.  Her privates felt a little damp from rubbing against the wet pads of the diaper, but more importantly than that, she was a little bit scared that Ralph was acting a bit funny.  She hoped she didn’t do something that drew too much attention to them.

            When they got in the room, he put her on the bed and held a finger up at her opening mouth, that she took to mean to wait another moment.  Then, he started to look around the room.  He lifted the phone and even pulled the caps off of the phone handle.  He checked under the beds and around the room looking for stuff that she couldn’t really understand.

            Once he was done anxiously looking around, he sat on the bed next to her, pulled her into his lap again, and he whispered to her.

            “I’ve checked all the usual places, baby, but I’m still not sure if they found any new hiding places to put bugs, so speak quietly so they can’t hear your question, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.  “Nevermind.”  She figured if he was looking for some methods of spying, then her question as to why he didn’t just tell Manuel the truth about her was already answered.  He didn’t trust the man for some reason even though he claimed to be friends.

            “Honey, you can ask me if you really need to know something,” Ralph told her.  “I just don’t want the wrong people overhearing you ask in case it is sensitive to getting you back to your daddy safely.”

            She nodded.  “It’s okay.  I think I already understand,” she told him softly.  “I was going to ask why you didn’t just tell Manuel the truth about what was going on, but then when we got back in the room, you started looking for spy stuff before you let me talk, so I get it.  You don’t really trust him, either.”

            Ralph patted her leg.

            “Manuel is a good guy, but he can be pressured by Coyotes.  He runs a very dangerous game, dancing the fence of running a legit motel, and knowing and allowing coyotes to rent rooms because they pay him extra not ask questions about their “cargo,” and if they lean on him, he could slip information to others that you are not ready to tell anyone, if you want to get back to your daddy.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Can you change me, now?  Please?”

            “Yes, sweetheart.”

            He put her back on the bed, and had her lie down….

            As she lie there, and waited for him to get stuff ready to change her, she drifted off into thinking again.

            “Do you want Uncle Jorge to know you peed your pants?” she heard Adrianna asking her.

            “No?”

            “Then, you better do what I say, because I can change you and hide it from him, if you are a good girl and obey me.  If you become a brat though, he’ll believe me, even if I tell him you pooped your panties.”

            “You… you don’t have any proof that I did anything like that!” thirteen year old Breanna sniffled.

            “Do you think Uncle Jorge will even ask me for proof?” Adrianna asked her.

            Breanna teared up shaking her head no.  Adrianna was right.  Uncle Jorge would believe anything Adrianna told him, when it came to her being a good girl or a bad girl.  He wouldn’t need proof, only the word that Adrianna found her like that.

            “Now, I’m going to change your wet pants,” Adrianna told her, “And you are going to suck your thumb like the baby you are while I do so.”

            Back in the motel room, as her skirt was taken off of her, and then her shirt, she started to put her thumb towards her mouth.  Ralph didn’t stop her.

            He pulled her panties and her undershirt off of her so he could get down to her swimsuit.

            She had her thumb in her mouth.  Her eyes had tears in them.

            Ralph pulled her swimsuit off her top, and then slide it down her legs off of her.

            The little nineteen year old, who was now nine years old, by their story, shivered, though it had little to do with what Ralph was doing.  She was still back in her thirteen year old world.

            “You are such a baby,” Adrianna cooed at the girl as she slid off her wet panties.  “Look at what you did, little girl.”

            She nodded at the mess that Uncle Jorge would definitely whip her for.

            “Adrianna is going to wash these out for you,” her cousin told her.  “I’m going to tell Uncle Jorge, if you keep being a good girl, that you sat on a wet part of the ground and got your panties muddy, so I washed them out for you because you’re too much of a baby to do it yourself.  A big girl would have known better than sit in a muddy place, and what’s worse, is you didn’t even sit properly.  You sat directly on your panties, and lifted your skirt out of the way for some reason, though I’m sure you didn’t even see the muddy place before you sat.”

            Breanna nodded to her cousin.

            “You be a good little baby and keep your thumb in your mouth, honey.”

            She did.

            Adrianna got a wash cloth wet, and she wiped Breanna off with it.  Then she went through her panties looking for the most babyish style she could find before putting them on her.

            “And since you were supposedly sitting in a mud puddle,” Adrianna told her.  “I’m going to run water all over your skirt, too, so as to make it look like I had to wash it off, too.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “So, we need to put some clean pants on you.”

            In the room, Ralph had gotten her completely naked, and he washed her off with a wet cloth so she didn’t have any lingering pee on her butt or privates, and then he started to dress her again, starting with a clean diaper with the two kinds of pads.

            The nineteen year old was staring off into space with her thumb still in her mouth.

            “Good girl,” Adrianna said as she got her panties back on her and then she found some purple overalls for her to wear.  Breanna hated those overalls because sometimes the clasp got stuck, and it made it hard for her to get to the bathroom in time, if she had to take it off on her own.  She hoped her cousin would at least let her change out of the overalls before Uncle Jorge came home, but she didn’t say anything.  She knew better.

            “You are such a good girl,” Adrianna said.  “Now, keep your thumb in your mouth, sweetheart.”

            Breanna blinked and the image of her cousin changing her wet pants when she was thirteen faded and she became aware that Ralph was putting on her swimsuit again.

            She let him just work her arms and legs as he needed until he had her all dressed again.

            Once she was dressed, Ralph put the little girl back in his lap, she was still holding her thumb in her mouth.

            Ralph pulled her thumb out of her mouth and wiped it off for her, and then he hugged her.

            “It’s okay, if you really want to suck your thumb, sweetheart.  But I’m not sure you want people to see you doing that, do you?”

            She shook her head no.

            “No, of course not.  No little nine year old wants people to catch her with her thumb in her mouth.”

            Breanna didn’t tell Ralph that she was remembering stuff again.

           Eventually, they were watching television, Breanna still in Ralph’s lap, just like a natural nine year old who had just not decided to move yet after being babied and held before watching television.

            There was a knock at the door.

            Breanna slipped off of Ralph’s lap in a hurry, feeling anxious of anyone finding out she liked to sit there.

            Ralph looked around the room quickly, and then he walked over and opened the door.  There were two police officers.

            “We are looking for coyotes,” they informed him.  “We have a search warrant to search all the rooms.”

            Ralph nodded and stood aside while the police came in, and they saw little Breanna, who nervously put her thumb in her mouth.

            “Who is this girl?” they asked Ralph.

            “She’s my little niece.  I’m bringing her back to America.”

            “Do you have documents to prove who you are, and who she is?”

            Ralph nodded.

            “They’re in the car,” he told the officers.  “I didn’t want to lose them if we got in a hurry packing in the motel.  My little niece wets the bed and sometimes goes on herself, so I have to change her all the time.  Since she needs to be changed in the mornings, it is easy to forget something.”

            The officer frowned when he first said the papers were in the car, but his expression relaxed as Ralph gave a compelling reason for it.

            “That’s why there are diapers over there?” the officer asked Ralph.

            He then went and sat on the bed next to Breanna.

            “Are you okay, sweetie?”

            She nodded.

            “Do you know that man?” the officer pointed at Ralph.

            “He… he came to get me.  He’s my Uncle Ralph.”

            “Came to get you?”

            “I was kidnapped and taken to Guatemala.  Some people were really mean to me, and tried to make me say I was their kid.”

            “Do you know why they kidnapped you?”

            “They wanted to go to America.  They thought they use me to go there.”

            Breanna hoped she was talking enough like a scared little kid.

            An officer led Ralph to his car while the one officer was still talking to Breanna.

            “Are those diapers yours?”

            She nodded.  “I have accidents.”

            He smiled.  “That’s okay.  So how old are you, honey?”

            “Nine.”

            “You are sure that that guy is your uncle?”

            “Uh-huh.  He let me talk to daddy earlier.”

            “He has your daddy’s phone number then?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Whose dolls are those?” the officer asked her.

            “Mine!  Uncle Ralph bought them for me.  The mean people in Guatemala took all my toys away, so Uncle Ralph said that’s mean, and he bought me some toys.”

            The officer smiled.

            “Can I just check your back?” he asked.

            “Nu-uh.  Uncle Ralph says no one allowed to undress me if I feel scared, and I feel scared.”

            The police officer nodded.

            “If I let Uncle Ralph watch, can I see your back?”

            Breanna shook her head.

            “How come you might not be a policeman, and you can be pretended coyote to try to look me naked.”

            The officer smiled and nodded.

            “I have a badge.  Do you want to hold it?”

            Breanna frowned.  “You can take it from someone.”

            “What makes you think someone can just take a policeman’s stuff?” the officer asked her.

            “Because, when I was kidnapped….”

            As she said this, there was truth in what she said.  The people that picked her up were in a police car, now that she thought about it.  They had badges and they were supposed to be taking her to some place for children who were not wanted anymore.  She passed out sometime on the way in the patrol car, and when she woke up, she was in a different car, she was headed out of town.

          “Police people, who looked like police, they took me from my school.”

            Breanna had not remembered this little detail until just now.  How could she remember that just now?  But she did, and she really didn’t trust any police, and now, she knew why.

            “Honey, we’ll let your uncle call our supervisor….”

            “So, you can make me show you,” she trembled her lower lip as if she was trying to make them think she was going to cry.

            “Are you scared of what we’ll find?  Did someone hit you?  Did you take drugs and you are afraid we’ll see?”

            Breanna looked down.

            “My fake cousin accidentally pushed me down, and my… um… fake family hits me because I pee my pants,” she told them.  “Uncle Ralph said they wrong though, and I don’t shouldn’t get hit just because I pee my pants.”

            The officer nodded.  “It sounds like your Uncle Ralph is right, and he’s actually taking care of you, but I still have to see the marks, sweetheart.”

            She shivered.

            “You have to ask Uncle Ralph.  If Uncle Ralph says it, then I’ll do what Uncle Ralph tells me to do.”

            The officer nodded.  “That’s fair enough, young lady.”

            When Ralph came in and was caught up on what was happening, Ralph asked them to call a supervisor, and to have the supervisor explain things to both the little girl and to himself before he would consent, which made Breanna feel a lot better.

            In the end, the officers got their permission, and they noticed that Ralph had put a swimsuit on under her clothes.

            “She was having trouble with her diapers sagging and leaking,” Ralph told them.  “I wanted to make it less embarrassing for her, especially when she had accidents, so I came up with this idea to try to prevent the diapers sagging on her.”

            They took off her top part so they could see her back, and then noticing the red welt on her back, they had him remove her swimsuit completely, and they inspected even inside her diaper, but only on her back.

            “These are pretty old,” the officers said.  “Okay, you’re clear.”

            The officers left Breanna nearly naked expect for her diapers, but for some reason, they didn’t say anything about it when they must have seen her chest.  Was she really so flat chested, that she actually looked nine years old to them?

            Breanna put her thumb in her mouth as the officers closed the door behind them, and Ralph went and sat down next to her.

            “They made you pretty scared, didn’t they, baby?” Ralph asked her.

            Breanna nodded.

            “I showed the officer that came to the car, the papers that claim you are thirteen, instead of nine,” he told her.  “I was afraid they’d need to see the marks on your body, so I told them I was calling you nine so that you’d be less embarrassed about wetting your pants, and to try to distract any human traffickers.”

            Breanna sighed thinking that her breasts were at least the size she had imagined they were.  If they really thought she was nine, after seeing her breasts, well, Breanna started to wonder what was wrong with her.  She knew that she was small, but that small?

            Uncle Ralph started to fix her clothes as he held her in his lap letting her keep her thumb in her mouth as he worked around it as much as he could, only removing it when he needed to, so he could fix her clothing.

            She looked up at him when he first pulled her thumb out to fix her swimsuit, but he smiled at her and explained:

            “I just need to get your arm in the armhole, baby.” And then he even guided her thumb back to her mouth when he had her swim suit on, and went to get her shirt for her.

            Once she was dressed again, he put her thumb back in her mouth, as if to give her permission, and then he held her.

            “You were a very good girl while the police were here trying to make sure you were safe.”

            Breanna smiled.  “I was?”

            “Yes, sweetheart.”

            “How come the police check our room, anyway?”

            “I’m not sure.  I bet the coyote that talked to us earlier had something to do with it, though.  He was probably trying to check out our story.”

            “If he knows I’m not nine, do you think he’s going to try something?”

            Ralph shook his head.

            “If he does anything obvious, his partners are going to turn on him.  They don’t want to lose their cargo, and they know who I am, so they know I can do far worse to them than what they tried to do to me.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “I was so scared, Uncle Ralph.  If I had to pee when they made us separate, I probably would have peed all over my pants, even if you didn’t want me to, and no matter what clothes I had on.”

            Ralph hugged her and rocked her.

            “I know, baby.  That’s why you are still my little nine year old niece, and the officers agreed with me that saying you are nine is a lot safer for you around here, than claiming the age they now think they know you are.”

            Breanna nodded with a frown. 

            “I’m glad you are taking me back to my daddy,” she told him.  “I don’t know what would have happened if it were someone else trying to take me back—someone who doesn’t understand how the coyote and police work here.”

            “I know, sweetheart,” Ralph patted her leg.  “Your daddy asked for my help, and I told him that there were cheaper people, but he said that he wouldn’t risk someone else trying.  He said that he was only asking me because his friend said I was the best at this, and because he knew that I was not the same kind of coyote that people normally feared.  He would have rather you stay in Guatemala than risk some other coyote getting their hands on you and doing worse to you.  He had hoped you at least found a nice family that cared about you.”

            Breanna looked down.  “I could have had worse.  I know.”

            “Your daddy really wanted you back, but more than that, he wanted you to be safe, baby.  That’s why he’d been willing to leave you in Guatemala if any other option would have put you at risk of harming you.”

            “So, he really thinks you can protect me, then?”

            “Yes, baby.  And I can….  You just have to obey me.  Without your cooperation, then it’s hard to guarantee your safety, but as long as you act like an obedient little nine year old, then it will be a piece of cake to protect you.”

            Breanna nodded.

            Sometime before bed, Breanna yawned and stood up and walked towards the bathroom not really thinking about what she was doing.

            “Where are you going?” Ralph was over at the bathroom door in an instant.

            “To… to the bathroom?” she looked up at him.

            “I thought you have agreed to just wet your pants, honey.”

            “Oh, I did,” she nodded smiling up at him.  “I’m going in there to do something else.”

            “What?” he asked her.

            Her face heated, and a frown on her face, she mumbled.  “I have to poop.”

            “Is your diaper wet?” he asked her.

            “N… no?”

            “Honey, you need to pee your diaper, no matter what.  You first wet your diaper, then I’ll help you take it off so you can do anything else you need to do in the potty.”

            “Um… it doesn’t work that way,” she looked up at him.  “I usually start peeing around the middle of it, or at the very end.”

            “Honey, I need you to start peeing before you poop, so we can get your diaper wet first.  Do you know what a coyote will do if he thinks you don’t really pee your pants by accident?”

            Breanna looked down.

            “But I do, sometimes, leak pee by accident.  Please, Uncle Ralph, I’m sure I can’t pee first without starting to poop my pants.”

            Ralph sighed.

            “Can you try to not pee until you are done pooping and we get your diaper back on you?”

            Breanna looked down.  “I never tried that before.  I’m not sure I can control it.”

            Ralph sighed.

            “I guess there’s no way it can be helped then, is there?”

            Breanna had tears in her eyes.  “I’m trying to be a good girl and obey you.  I promise.”

            “I know you are, sweetheart,” Ralph took her hand.  “How about I help you get this stuff off so you can poop, then?  I’ll just have to let you pee in the potty this time.”

            She nodded her head and let him lead her back to her room first, so he could get her stuff off of her.  She was supposed to be a nine year old that seemed to need a lot of help, anyway, so she figured he just wanted to help her to make her seem more dependent than other children.

            “Uncle Ralph?” Breanna suddenly got a feeling of inspiration from their conversation just moments before, as he started to take her shirt off.

            When he got her shirt off, he rubbed her shoulder and asked.  “Yes, sweetheart?”

            “Did you actually want me to poop my pants?” she asked him.

            “Honey, no.  I don’t want to cause you any more stress than you are already under.  Wetting is hard enough for you, right?”

            He continued to work on getting her skirt down.

            “But, if I didn’t mind it, do you want me to poop my pants?”

            “Honey, you do mind, don’t you?”

            Breanna stopped his hands trying to pull her skirt off her.

            “What if I don’t mind, or what if I’m not sure, and I just want to please you, and I’m willing to try it, just this once?”

            Ralph took her hands in his a moment and then moved them so he could get her skirt off.

            “Baby, you might already have to do that later, if you are in a troublesome situation.  I don’t want to cause you to get grossed out or scared to do it when it becomes necessary.  It’s better I let you go right now.”

            Breanna’s face heated up as she moved her hands to keep her skirt on once more.

            “What if I’m already doing it?”

            Ralph picked her up and when he did, her skirt fell, so she knew it was basically off, and all she was doing, by holding on to where she had it, was just keeping it from falling all the way, so she let go exposing her swimsuit completely.

            “Are you pooping your pants?” Ralph asked her.  He didn’t sound upset or scary like Uncle Jorge would have been.  He sounded, more, as if he was scared she was hurt than anything else.

            “Um… not yet.  But I’m really close.  I don’t think you can get my diaper all the way off before it comes out.”

            Ralph sighed.  “Are you sure?”

            She nodded.

            “If that’s true, you’d better poop your pants, then honey.”

            “Why?”

            “Because we’ll just make a bigger mess if we try to get your diaper off in the middle of you going.  It’s better to have it all come out either before I get the diaper off you or after.  Not during, sweetie.”

            “You promise you won’t be mad?” she asked shivering.

            He pulled her into a deeper hug and rubbed her back.

           “No one is going to be mad or hit my little niece for having an accident, baby.  It is an accident this time, because I was trying to encourage you to make it.  You’re not doing this for me, honey, if you’re pooping your pants.  So, don’t do it on purpose, okay?”

            She shivered.

            “If I do it on purpose, then you’ll whip me?”

            “No, baby.  I’m not going to hit you even if you do it on purpose, but if you are doing it on purpose, then you and I need to have a little talk, sweetheart.  I didn’t tell you to poop your panties, and there is no reason to do that right now.”

            She felt her face get really hot.

            “I’m sorry, Uncle Ralph.

            “Honey, it’s okay to have an accident.”

            She felt her stomach push, and she started to wet.

            “I’m… it’s…. I can’t control it now….”

            She felt her butt get some bubbles around the backdoor.

            “Yes sweetie?” Uncle Ralph asked as he rubbed her back holding her in his arms.

            “I… started to try to go on purpose, while you were trying to get my shirt off.  I thought you wanted me to….”

            She felt it starting to move.

            “Oh, baby,” he sat down putting her in his lap in just her swimsuit and her diaper on.  “You thought I wanted you to because I tried to insist on you peeing before I helped you go potty for poop?”

            She nodded feeling her butt opening, and a rather thick solid mass started to push out.

            “I’m sorry, baby.  I shouldn’t have done that, I guess.  I want you to wet, yes, but I had no intention of making you poop your pants when you are right next to a safe toilet, where I can even come in and watch you if you are scared.”

            She looked down.

            Her face was red and on fire.  If you were Ralph, it might be hard to tell at first that it was because she was concentrating on pooping.  It could have easily been because she was mortified to admit to Ralph that she was pooping on purpose after learning he had not really wanted her to do that.

            Ralph just rubbed her back and kept hugging her, even while she started to grunt and she started to feel it sliding into the seat of her diaper.  As it did so, pee pour out of her, and then more poop queued up, trying to push that that was in front, out so it could come.

            As Ralph felt her bottom getting warm through her swimsuit because of the heavy hot mass pushing into her diaper and because the swimsuit was tight up against the diaper, caused the mass to push into little crevices around her legs letting her privates messy and some of it started to push up the small of her back.

            Ralph just kept rocking her as he patted her lightly humming to her about what a good little baby girl she was.

            For a minute, the poop stopped pushing, and Breanna pulled back from Ralph hugging her.  Her face was red, she had tears running down her face, and her head was sweaty.

            “I did it,” she mumbled up at him moving her thumb towards her mouth.

            But just as Ralph stood up with her to take her to the bathroom in her swimsuit, she suddenly farted and then she felt a more liquid like mess starting to pour from her bottom.  She instinctively tried to close her legs, which were pushed apart by her thick diaper and by being around Ralph.

            He rubbed her back as he carried her.

            “Are you going again?” he asked her.

            She nodded, tears starting to stream down her face again.

            “It’s okay, baby.  Try to finish though.  Grunt and try to get the rest all out, baby.  We want as much of the mess in your diaper as we can so we don’t make a mess in the bathroom when I’m taking your stuff off you, baby.”

            She nodded and tried to push, and just like earlier, when he told her to push, and pee came out, he was right this time, too, and more soft stuff oozed out as well as more pee flooded her diaper.

            He stood her in the bathtub, and he smiled as he sat on the edge of it.

            “Finished baby?”

            She nodded.

            He then started to undo her arms first, and to get her ready to start cleaning her up.

           

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Chapter 9:

            After breakfast that morning, they were in the car again, and Breanna had Guadeloupe, her doll, in her lap.  She mumbled a bit to herself, as though she was talking to Guadeloupe about everything on the trip.

            “He didn’t even get mad at me last night, when I kind of started to poop my pants on purpose because I misunderstood what he wanted,” she told her doll.  “He just help me clean up, as though I was really a little kid.”

            Breanna smiled over at Uncle Ralph.

            “I’m not sure, honestly, if he’s just asking me to wet my pants because of the coyotes, or if he has other reasons for wanting it to happen, but he wasn’t wrong about the coyotes not wanting a little girl that wets her pants.”

            She shifted her doll in her lap.

            “Last night, one of the coyotes called me cute and I don’t know, but he was acting a little bit funny.  But after I told Uncle Ralph that I peed my pants, and that could I get changed, that guy stopped looking at me.”

            Breanna looked over at Uncle Ralph driving, and felt something warm and fuzzy in her heart.

            “Even if it is a good way to keep the coyotes from wanting to take me, and even though I’m going to do it the rest of the trip because now I know it does work, I still feel like Uncle Ralph likes it when I pee my pants and I need him to help me.”

            She looked out at the changing scenery.  They were no longer so much in the mountains, but long past, has it been that his story was he wouldn’t let her out because of fear of sheer drops off the side of the road.  The main reason she needed to not go off the side of the road now, was that he needed his little girl to be someone that can’t help wetting herself so no one would want to kidnap her.

            “Even when I did, poop my pants, and even though it started on purpose,” she continued talking to Guadeloupe in mumbles.  “He wasn’t not only not mad at me, but he took care of me, and he was gentle and very nice about it, and he still called it an accident.  He told me if I get confused or scared, then pooping my pants is an accident.  It’s all very new to me, to not be yelled at for even finding my panties accidentally leaked into….”

            Breanna remembered the few times that the real person, Guadeloupe had caught her really peeing her pants in the last year, and when she did, she took Breanna to her house because she knew that her own parents, Uncle Jose and Aunt Catalina would not be mean to her about it, and then she gave her some panties and a skirt or some jeans to borrow, of course old ones that were ripped up so that Uncle Jorge, who didn’t really pay attention to what she wore, would think she was still wearing what she put on earlier that day.

            One time, she remember, they were at a basketball game.

            Breanna sat, shaking slightly, and looking around self-consciously.

            “What’s wrong?” Guadeloupe at her side asked her.

            “I… I think my jeans is wet,” Breanna told her cousin the truth.

            Their high school team was up by five points at this time, and they were seated pretty high up in the stadium near the back.

            “Breanna, I’m not Aunt Carmen.  Just tell me if you peed or not, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.  “No, what I mean is, yes, I did pee, but I’m afraid my jeans show it.  I still gotta pee really bad, but I’m scared to go because everyone is going to see the back of my pants.”

            Carmen hugged her.

            “The game is almost over,” she told her.  “Why don’t we just leave now, if we get out of here before the crowds start moving towards the exit, no one will even remember you wet because they’ll be too focused on the game.”

            “What about the bathroom?” Breanna asked her.

            “Of course, if you want to go in there, I’ll come with you so you can go, but, Breanna…?”

            Breanna looked at her still shivering.  “Yeah?”

            “If you’re as wet as you think you are, going into the bathroom might just draw people’s attention to your wet pants.”

            “You think so?”

            “Yeah, and if you are already that wet, you need to get changed one way or another before Uncle Jorge sees you.”

            “How am I going to do that?”

            “You’re going to come to my house and borrow a pair of my pants and get an old pair of my panties to put on so he doesn’t know you changed.  You know I still have lots of pants that have holes in them that I don’t wear anymore.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Why do you think I have those around?”

            Breanna shrugged.

            “They’re for you.  I know you’re still leaking in your panties sometimes because I’ve heard Aunt Carmen complaining to my mom about it.  She says you are almost ready to graduate high school….”

            Guadeloupe trailed off.

            “What?” Breanna asked her.

            “What?” Guadeloupe seemed to mimic her though her face was looking just as confused as Breanna felt.

            “You… you stopped talking about what Aunt Carmen says to your mom, but you didn’t seem to be finished.”

            “Oh, um… you know Aunt Carmen,” Guadeloupe said.  “She just said some unkind things about you that I figured you can already guess and didn’t really need to hear.”

            Breanna got the whole picture.  Yes, her dear Aunt Carmen would say something like she’s still acting like a toddler or something, and she doubted Breanna would ever be properly potty trained even as an adult, and she likely said something about believing that Breanna actually wets completely in her pants all the time and then tries to hide it.

            Guadeloupe hugged her.

            “So, do we want to go into the bathroom, or just skip it and get your pants changed at my house?”

            Breanna was back with her doll, Guadeloupe.

            “I peed my pants that day, walking back to your house, and you were so kind to me about it.  You let me come right to your room, and you handed me some dry stuff, and then left the room for a minute so I could change myself.”

            She looked over at Ralph who happened to look at her.

            “Are you talking to yourself?” Ralph asked her.

            Breanna nodded.  “I… you said to be nine years old.  I was just playing with my doll.”

            “Good girl,” Ralph rubbed her leg.  “Is my little niece wet?”

            Breanna shook her head no.

            “It’s almost lunch time, sweetheart.  I’m going to find a place to eat and to look at the map again.  I don’t know for sure what that coyote is up to that we saw last night, but if he is being paid to deliver his cargo to America as soon as possible, and he’s likely got another job already lined up after that, he will likely take the most direct path to the border.  If we spend a couple of days driving out of our way to get off of the coyote trail, he and all the other coyotes will probably lose track of us.”

            Breanna looked at Uncle Ralph for a minute, thinking about what that could mean.  She had a nagging feeling that even if they were no longer on the coyote trail, Ralph really didn’t want her to stop wetting her pants.  She shivered as she thought about whether to ask him or not.

            “If he says I have to keep wetting,” she whimpered to herself to her doll.  “I’m not sure how I’ll feel about him.  But if he says I don’t have to….”

            She picked her doll up to look in its little adorable face.

            “Do you think I should ask, or should I just keep wetting my pants and let Uncle Ralph decide to tell me if it’s not important to do it anymore?”

            She held her doll to her ear, as though expecting her to whisper some advice to her.

            “Breanna,” she heard Guadeloupe’s real voice in her mind.  “You know that Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen don’t really care if you wet your pants or not, don’t you?  They will just punish you for something else if you don’t wet the bed tonight.”

            She remembered, they were camping, and she was about sixteen years old at the time.

            “What I’m saying is, if you are scared to go out there and find a place to pee because it’s dark, and anything can be out there, then I won’t care if you wet yourself even on purpose.  You’re going to be punished no matter what, and at least if it looks like an accident, like you wet the bed, then I know my parents will stop them being mean to you.”

            Breanna looked at the doll for a minute.  “Is that really the best thing to do?” she asked.

            Guadeloupe’s head in her little side dream nodded.  “Just wet your pants, Breanna.  Uncle Ralph hasn’t punished you for it at all, and if he likes you acting like a baby, then that’s a lot easier on you than getting hit for no reason, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            Ralph happened to look over at Breanna nodding at her doll, and he chuckled to himself.

            This startled Breanna out of her little daydream, and she looked over at him, but he had a smile on his face, and his eyes lit up as he saw her holding her doll.  It looked like he really liked to see her holding a doll in her arms.

            “Did what’s her name give you some kind of advice or something?” Ralph asked as if he knew what she was thinking.

            Breanna felt her face get a little warm and she started to put the doll back down in her lap.

            “Her name is Guadeloupe,” Breanna reminded him.  She thought she had told him her doll’s name before.  “Guadeloupe always gave me advice when I was living with Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen.”

            “She’s the cousin your aunt said you always hung out with, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Sweetie, I know how scary things are right now, but remember, if you trust Uncle Ralph, I will get you to America safely.  No one will be mean to my little pretend nine year old niece, okay?”

            She nodded.

            He nodded at the restaurant, the parking of which he had just turned into.

            “Let’s have some lunch, okay?  If you have any questions about what we can expect from coyotes on our new trail, you can ask me after lunch, and we are safely back in the car.”

            Breanna nodded.

            When they got out of the car, Uncle Ralph handed her the Guadeloupe doll.

            “You need to take your little friend with you,” he told her.  “She will help you if you get anxious, especially if you have an accident or something, okay?”

            Breanna nodded and hugged Guadeloupe to her shoulder. 

            “What do you mean, you want to take a doll into the restaurant?” her Uncle Jorge had told her when she was twelve years old one time.  “Are you a little baby or something?  Do you want people to make fun of you?”

            Breanna looked up at Uncle Ralph, and he looked at her as he handed her the doll with kind eyes and his manner was natural, as he put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew that he thought it was quite alright for her to bring the doll in with her.

            Breanna thought a moment about what she was doing.  Was she really okay, doing this, as in being her own nineteen year old self?  Was she okay with the whole little kid treatment?  But then she remembered how Uncle Ralph protected her when she embarrassed herself.

            “What can you do?” she remembered the first time Uncle Ralph took her into the store and she had wet her pants and someone had noticed.  “You can’t expect an eleven year old to pee in front of her daddy, and I didn’t like the idea of her disappearing off of the road because it’s too dangerous.”

            Ralph put her in diapers.  “These will help you when you wet in public, so it’s much less noticeable,” and he was right.  It didn’t seem to draw anyone’s attention when she wet her diaper, unless she leaked or they talked about it.

            And then, Ralph told her to start wetting her pants on purpose because of coyotes.

            “She’s kind of a cute,” a coyote told Ralph.

            “She’s nine years old,” he told the coyote last night.

            “I wet my pants,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph.  “Can we please go change my diaper?”

            And that coyote stopped looking at her after that. 

            Ralph really was protecting her and taking care of her as if she was a child, and now, he was handing her the doll as though it was natural for her to hold it.

            She decided that whether or not she felt good about taking the doll into the restaurant, everything else Ralph had done had been for her good, so she trusted that having the doll and playing with it in public was a good thing.

            Breanna had just taken the first bite of her lunch, when she suddenly started to worry about something else, and she looked up at Ralph for a long time until he focused on her.

            “What is it?” he asked her.

            “What if my daddy doesn’t want me when we get there?” she asked.

            “Why wouldn’t he?” Ralph asked her.  “He’s been looking for you for a long time, honey.”

            “Because… now, I wet my pants all the time, and before I was taken, I never used to do that.”

            Ralph smiled.  “Daddies don’t stop loving their kids because they have little problems or even developmental issues caused by stress or trauma,” he told her.  “Daddies love their little kids too much to place that much importance on whether you accidentally leak a little bit in your panties from time to time or not.  He wouldn’t likely even cared if you completely wet your pants all the time, or you even had other problems….”

            “Honest?”

            “Honest, baby.  And if your daddy turned out to be so disappointed in you that he wouldn’t take you back after all he did to get you, then I would not leave you stranded, sweetheart.  I know you don’t know me that well, but I feel like I really am your uncle, and I’d take you in in a heartbeat if something happened between your dad and you.”

            She smiled up at him.

            “Now, is my little baby niece wet?” he asked her.

            She shook her head no.

            “Are you sure?”

            “I’ll tell you, honest, Uncle Ralph.  You don’t scare me from telling you like Aunt Carmen and especially Uncle Jorge did.  I don’t mind telling you if I even leak a little bit.  I promise.”

            He smiled at her. “Then eat your lunch so we can get on the road, sweetheart.  I want to get off of the coyote trail as soon as we can.”

            She nodded.

            Breanna sat there, eating, and while she was eating, she suddenly felt an urge which was quickly followed by a little spray of pee going into her diaper before her body suddenly turned the water faucet off.

            She looked down at her doll, and picked it up checking under it to make sure it had not gotten wet, but all she did, was spray a little bit like she sometimes did before she got to the bathroom.  It was a bit of a surprise though, because normally, she didn’t spray unless she had been holding it a few minutes, but for some reason, she sprayed a little bit before she even started holding it.

            She whimpered.

            “Are you okay?” Uncle Ralph asked her.

            “I… I’m starting to wet,” she whispered.

            “That’s okay,” Uncle Ralph smiled at her.  “This isn’t the safest place to use the toilet for you anyway, honey.  Just go ahead and wet your pants for now, and we’ll change you in the car, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.

            But now that her body was aware of her needing to pee, it didn’t want to let anymore out as long as she was sitting with her clothes on, and so eventually, while she was eating her leg started to bounce up and down while her knees vibrated, and lightly tapped each other under the table.

            “Are you scared to finish wetting your pants?” Uncle Ralph asked her.

            Breanna felt her face get a little warm.

            “It’s okay,” Ralph told her.  “Just try to finish eating, and if you aren’t done with your little peeing, we can just get in the car and drive for a while until you wet your pants, and after that, I’ll find a place we can stop so I can change you, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “You’re a good little girl,” Ralph told her.

            He finished eating a little faster than she did this time, and he stood up and walked over to her, prodded her up, and then sat down and put her in his lap and hugged her while she continued to eat.

            “It’s okay if your body doesn’t want to just pee,” he whispered to her.  “Not many little nine year old girls would just pee on purpose, baby.  You are not being disobedient just because you aren’t used to wetting your pants.  And you are not disobedient if you accidentally pee even if I tell you that you can use the toilet because it is safe.  You will never be in trouble for being natural, sweetheart.”

            As he said these things, he lightly rocked her, trying not to interfere too much with her eating, but it seemed like he wanted her to know that he believed she was trying to be a good little girl.

            She nodded and felt herself spray a little bit more, but then it stopped.  Her body really hated peeing when she wasn’t on the toilet, and every time the liquid started to collect into a bit of a dampness, she couldn’t help herself from stopping.

            “You are Ralph’s good little niece,” he told her.

            Ralph was still trying to say little encouragements in her ear, things that let her know that he thought she was a good girl, that it was okay to accidentally wet herself because the toilet at this place couldn’t be trusted, and that even if she was in a safe place, he’d never ever spank her for wetting her pants, no matter how wet she got herself.

            Eventually, little Breanna finished eating. 

            Ralph pulled out money to pay for the meal and Breanna’s face heated up, as she not only sprayed again, but it turned into a longer squirt that nearly made a puddle between her legs in her diaper before her body stopped it again, and her legs started to really squirm as did her butt starting to bounce a bit in her seat.

            “My little niece wetting her pants?” Uncle Ralph asked her as he picked her up to carry her.

            Breanna nodded as another longer squirt, and then another one slipped out.  Then, she suddenly felt a wave of water pour through her little tired muscles and she could almost even hear the faint hissing as she peed her pants.

            Uncle Ralph carried her out to the car, and set her on her feet at the car.  Then he got down to her eye level, and hugging her, he asked her.

            “Are you still wetting, or are you ready to change your pants?” he asked her.

            “I… I’m not sure,” Breanna held Guadeloupe on one shoulder, and she put her thumb in her mouth.  “I… I stopped peeing, but I don’t… I think… maybe there is still more in there?”

            He smiled and nodded, and after checking her butt quickly with his hand on her pants, he smiled and unlocked her door and helped her into the car.

            “I’ll stop maybe an hour or so up the road.  You should be done peeing by then, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            He buckled her into the car, and they were off again.

            Before they were even on the road for five minutes, she felt the rest finally push through her muscles that were just tired and gave up.  Her diaper was already wet, after all.

            She moaned a little bit when she peed the rest in her diaper, and Uncle Ralph looked over at her.

            “Are you okay, sweetie?”

            Breanna nodded. “I… I just… I think I finished, uncle.  I’m wet.”

            “Good girl,” he responded putting a hand on her lap to let her know it was okay to wet her pants like the little girl she was supposed to pretend to be.  “We are on the road, now, anyway, so it’s natural for a little girl to wet herself if we don’t find a bathroom in time,” he told her.

            Breanna nodded.

            Breanna lifted Guadeloupe up to her ear.

            “See?” Guadeloupe said to her in her vision.  “I told you Ralph would not be mad, honey.  No one gets mad at you for accidents except Uncle Jorge and sometimes Aunt Carmen, because they are stupid.  They don’t understand at all.”

            Breanna nodded and hugged Guadeloupe doll.

            Ralph pulled off onto a dirt road that wasn’t used as much, and he started to drive along the bumpy road until they found a very secluded place where he parked in the middle of some trees.

            “We’re safe here,” he told his little pretend niece.  “How about we get your diaper changed here?”

            She looked up at him and nodded.

            “We are going to come out on another road when we get off here, so how about we put you in the potty training panties instead of another diaper?” he asked her.

            “Does that mean you want me to go to the potty from now on?”

            Uncle Ralph smiled at her and nodded.

            He got out of the car, came around to held her out, and then while he hugged her, he explained.

            “Yes, sweetie.  I want you to tell me if you gotta pee now, but don’t be scared if you accidentally still leak or even pee all the way in your pants.  I’m putting the potty training panties on you so that you know it’s alright to still wet yourself on accident, and no one will be mad, but to also let you know to ask me if you gotta pee, so I can take you to the toilet as soon as possible.”

            Breanna nodded.

            He took her to the back seat, and he pulled off her clothes and her swimsuit so he could get to her diaper.  Then he balled that up and threw it away.

            “I’m going to put you in training pants, but I do want to put a pad in your trainers so that if you leak, it won’ get your trainers wet unless you pee really bad, okay?”

            Breanna nodded and let him dress her.  If he was letting her wear panties, she supposed she could have dressed herself, but she just let Uncle Ralph do it because he seemed already determined to do it.

            He got her panties pulled up on her, and then he started to put her swimsuit back on her.

            “Uncle Ralph, if you put this back on me, I don’t know even if we get to the toilet in time, if I can get it off before I wet.”

            Ralph hugged her.

            “I don’t care if you get it off in time or not, baby.  But we’ll try to get it off in time because a nine year old little girl feels a lot better about herself when she makes it to the toilet, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            He got her swimsuit on her, and then he put her shirt back on her and finally her skirt she had been wearing.

           

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            Chapter 10

            They drove on the bumpy dirt road for another thirty minutes after Ralph had changed Breanna into a pair of panties.  Wearing a swimsuit over her panties felt a little weird to her, but she didn’t want to question Ralph.  She was in the front seat again, and her had her Guadeloupe doll up to her ear, listening to her cousin from far off in Guatemala. 

            “You’re sucking your thumb again,” her cousin told her through the doll.

            “I know,” Breanna responded.  “It’s just… I’m… I’m a little bit nervous….”

            “What in the world are you wearing?” she suddenly heard Uncle Jorge’s voice break through into her dolly world.  “Do you really think that wearing a swimsuit under your clothes gives you permission to wet yourself like a baby?” he asked her.

            “No sir,” she mumbled to herself.

            “Then why would you let this stranger put you in diapers, and then in a swimsuit under your clothes, and obey him when he tells you that wetting your pants is natural and safe to do?”

            “I don’t know, sir.  I’m sorry.”

            She started shaking.

            “Breanna,” Guadeloupe tried to break in to the nightmare of her imagination, but she sounded too far off.  Uncle Jorge was right there, yelling at her.

            “Sit on the toilet,” her Uncle Jorge told her.

            “But I’m still wearing clothes,” she whispered to her imaginary Uncle Jorge.  “Can’t I take off my pants first?”

            “Do you even know how?” he stood over her watching her, making her nervous.  “You do realize, with a swimsuit on, you’ll have to completely get naked.  Do you want to do that, right here, in front of me?”

            “No, sir.”

            “And if even if I leave the bathroom, I’m coming back in a bit to get you off the toilet.  Do you WANT me to see you completely naked?  You are supposed to be a nineteen year old young lady!”

            She shook her head no.

            “Well, then, do you want to take your clothes off?” he asked her.

            She shook her head no.

            “Then sit on the potty like I told you, and don’t pee.  If I come back here, and your pants are soaked, you’ll get it, little missy.”

            Breanna felt tears stinging her eyes, and she sniffled.

            “Breanna?” she heard a man’s voice.  “Breanna!”

            The second time the voice cut through her imaginary disciplined psyche, she realized it was Ralph trying to bring her to the real present.

            She looked up at him, a tear trail running down the left side of her face.

            “What is it, sweetie?” Ralph asked her.

            “Nothing?” she was uncertain about what to say. 

            “Honey, you can tell Uncle Ralph,” he told her.  “Are you wet?”

            She shook her head.

            “Why are you crying, then, baby?”

            “I… I was back at Uncle Jorge’s just now, and he was mad I had a swimsuit on over my panties, and he made me sit on the toilet and threatened me if I peed….”

            She started to get too worked up in her crying to say anymore.

            Uncle Ralph found a place to pull the car over, and then he got out and walked over to her side of the car, and helped her out, and then he picked her up and held her.

            “You’re not at Uncle Jorge’s anymore,” he whispered to her.  “You are with Uncle Ralph, and there is no such rule as you are not allowed to pee,” he told her.  “Even if we are not near a toilet, and you need to go in your pants, there is no such thing as you are not allowed to pee, okay?”

            She nodded.

            “And if I put you on the toilet with your clothes on, it’s only because your clothes are already wet, or I’m just sitting you somewhere while I get you a bath ready.  But baby, if you gotta pee or something, and I put you on the toilet, whether you are dressed or naked, you have a right to pee, and if you don’t want to wet your clothes, you have a right to take down your pants.”

            Sniffling she nodded and he continued to hold her and rocked her a bit like you would a little kid.

            Finally, she got enough of her reality back that she found she was able to ask:  “Uncle Ralph?  If you tell me to sit on the toilet and I want to take off my pants…. I have a swimsuit on.  How am I going to pee without wetting my swimsuit and panties?”

            He continued to rock her and hold her.

            “You just take your swimsuit all the way off,” he told her.  “If you don’t want me to see you naked, then ask me to leave the bathroom for a minute so you can get off your swimsuit and put back on your shirt if you want.”

            She nodded.

            “I will only not leave the bathroom if it feels like a bad idea because you are too upset.  At that point, I’m not going to tell you to sit on the toilet because sitting on the toilet with your clothes on feels like it must have been one of the ways that that Jorge character controlled and abused you, baby.  I think if I’m going to just have you wet because you are too upset, I’ll just hold my little niece while she does it.”

            “Ho… hold me?  But I’ll get you all wet if you hold me while I’m not wearing a diaper, and… and you tell me to pee my pants?”

            He nodded.  “I don’t care as much about that as I do about you feeling better about whatever is making you too upset to go potty by yourself, sweetheart.  Even a nine year old can go potty by herself unless she’s scared or too upset about something.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Don’t be scared to just wet your pants, sometimes, if you are too scared or you are too nervous about something and don’t want me to hold you.  It’s an accident if you wet because you are scared or nervous, baby.”

            “It is?”

            “Yes, sweetheart.  Anytime you wet your pants either because you don’t feel it in time, or because something has made you too nervous or scared to go potty, or even upset you so you are crying or not paying attention to that, and you wet, then it is an accident.”

            She nodded.

            “It’s also an accident if you are just having too much fun, and you didn’t realize you had to go until it was too late, sweetheart.  It’s only on purpose if you sit down or squat down, and you try really hard to pee on yourself for no reason, and I didn’t tell you to just wet yourself for my reasons.  Only if you do it like that, then it is on purpose.”

            “I… I never do that,” Breanna felt herself more whimper than voice her response.

            “Of course you don’t,” he swayed side to side trying to calm her.  “You are a nine year old little girl, or you are nineteen.  Either way, there is no way you’d just sit and squat and try to pee your pants for no reason, baby.  No child over the age of five, as far as I’ve ever seen, does that.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “So, don’t be scared, honey.  I’ll never blame you or tell you that you are being a bad little girl just because you can’t control wetting your pants sometimes.”

            She sighed and put her head into his chest, where he rocked her a little bit longer.

            A police siren sounded, and Breanna looked up to see a patrol car stopping behind Ralph’s car.

            “Are you okay?” the officer asked Ralph or Breanna, she wasn’t sure which.

            “Sorry officer.  I had to pull over because my little niece got upset and I need to calm her down.  She’s had a rough few days.”

            The officer nodded.  “Well, is there anything I can help you with?”

            “No.  Little Breanna will be okay in a few minutes, and we’ll get back in the car as soon as we can.”

            “Well, I’m going to stay and make sure no one comes flying into you because they are not paying attention.  Go ahead and take all the time you need with your little niece.”

            “Thank you, officer.”

            And Ralph rocked her a little more until she felt her eyes getting heavy and then she fell asleep.

            “Breanna,” Marianna whispered to her.  “What are you doing?”

            “I’m gonna poop and Uncle Jorge will get mad if I go in my panties,” the twelve year old Breanna replied to a cousin while they were camping one day, and the two girls were near a lake.

            “But if he catches you doing this…, he’ll hit you even more, won’t he?”

            “He’s busy with your dad fishing.  He won’t see,” Breanna told Marianna who kept looking out at the lake where the row boat was, their dad’s backs to them. 

            They were in heavy cover, so there was no way the men could even see the girls, and Guadeloupe was at camp with the aunts, helping with chores.

            “You better hurry,” Marianna said.  “I don’t want Uncle Jorge to catch you.  He’s such a meanie, especially to you!”

            Breanna nodded, and after getting her swimsuit down, Marianna noticed her wet area.

            “You’re wet?” she asked her knowing they had not even gotten in the water yet.

            Breanna blushed.  “Yeah.  I had an accident on the way in the car, but I didn’t tell Uncle or Aunt yet because I know when they find it, I’m going to get in trouble.”

             “I just hope they don’t catch you pulling your pants down out here,” Marianna said.  “They’ll really get mad at you if they catch you pulling your pants down out here.”

            “I know, but it’s either that or poop my pants, and if I’m going to get in trouble anyway, I’d rather be comfortable and in trouble, than be messy and in trouble.”

            “No doubt,” Marianna agreed with her.  “I’m so glad my parents are not controlling like Uncle Jorge is, and they won’t even let Uncle Jorge babysit us.”

          “So, what are YOU going to do when you have to pee while camping?” Breanna asked her cousin.

            “I… I’ll try to find a place where Uncle Jorge won’t see, and go there.  If Uncle Jorge is watching though, I’ll run to my mom and pee my pants and tell her I couldn’t find a private place to go.”

            Breanna nodded.

            Breanna finished her business, and then pulled up her wet swimsuit and then she smiled at Marianna.

            “Let’s play in the water.  It will take Aunt and Uncle a lot longer to notice I’m wet, if we were playing in the water.”

            “Okay!”

            They both ran in to the lake.

            ….

            “Breanna,” a voice from nowhere was calling her.  Was she asleep?  She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything but a white light.  She wasn’t sure what was happening at first.

            “Breanna, honey, wake up,” a voice called and someone’s hand rubbed her back.  It wasn’t rough like Uncle Jorge, but it wasn’t quite the babying hand of Ralph either. 

            “Sweetie, wake up!  You’ve had an accident.”

            Breanna’s eyes flew open and she reached down to her privates and felt the cooling puddle of water between her legs.  She started to cry as she turned to look over at someone she didn’t quite recognize.

            “It’s okay, baby,” the man she didn’t know told her.  “It was just a little accident, baby.  You were kidnapped, so this was bound to happen.”

            Suddenly, the little girl opened her eyes again, and this time, she was in a motel room, tied up to a chair, and in the seat of the chair, she had made a puddle that poured over the front and back of the chair making a lake on the floor.

            A woman was talking on the phone.

            “What do you mean, you won’t take her?  Do you know how much in resources we spent to get her?”

            The woman listened on the other end of the phone.

            Breanna shivered.  She was definitely younger than twelve in this vision, maybe even ten years old.

            “I told you, we can’t control if the kid we pick up for you pees her pants or not.  She is the person you requested.  We got all the information, and nothing got mixed up.”

            Breanna shook as she listened to the call.

            “Fine.  We’ll find the alternative girl, you are still going to pay half price for our trouble in getting this girl here, and you are going to pay price plus ten percent for making us go out of our way to get another girl for you.”

            Breanna felt tears in her eyes, but before anything else happened, nineteen year old Breanna woke up, and with a puddle in her lap from wetting her pants.  She looked over at Ralph, and whimpered.

            Ralph heard her whimper and looked over at her and frowning, he reached a hand for her hand.

            “Are you okay, sweetie?”

            “I… I wet my pants,” she whimpered.

            “Of course you did,” he said softly.  “You were sleeping sweetheart.”

            She looked down.  “Other nineteen year olds don’t wet when they are asleep.”

            Ralph shrugged.

            “Baby, everyone has their own problems, and sometimes our ways of dealing with problems don’t make sense to us, but you are not the first nineteen year old I’ve helped get back to America that has had wetting her pants issues.”

            “I’m not?”

            “No, sweetheart.  And anyway, until further notice, you are a nine year old unless there is real police trouble where they are afraid you were abused and need to look, then you are 13 years old.  Scared nine year olds wet their pants all the time, sweetheart.”

            Her body shook as she nodded.

            “And I’ve helped a lot of nineteen year olds pretend to be eleven or thirteen years old, though you are the first I’ve tried to pass off as nine.”

            “Really?”

            “Because you really do look small enough, and with all your clothes on, no one can really tell you aren’t.  Of course, if someone looks at your body, you definitely look a little older, but not much older than thirteen, baby.”

            She nodded.  There was no reason he would lie or not know being as he was almost a coyote himself, getting girls back to America who belonged there, but doing it in a shady way so as to slip by other coyotes and police alike.  What did he call himself?  El Lobo?  She wasn’t sure El Lobo was the proper term though, because Ralph didn’t look like he fought unless he had to.  She imagined a wolf would be a lot more straight forward and also have a pack with him so as to make any fights uneven in their favor.  Ralph was definitely not like that.

            “But I thought you told me not to pee my pants anymore,” Breanna said after a moment or two, and found her thumb reaching up to her mouth.

            “I told you that you don’t HAVE to pee your pants for a while,” Ralph agreed.  “But there is a difference, honey.  I said, You. Don’t. Have. To.  I didn’t say you were not allowed to, baby.  What that means is, if you want to pee in the toilet, and you tell me, I’ll stop somewhere and let you go, even if you are already wet.  But if you wet because of an accident, you are not going to be any kind of trouble.”

            He reached over and patted her wet lap.

            “My little nine year old niece is definitely allowed to have accidents, no matter if you are awake or if you are sleeping, and no matter if you are upset or laughing, you just tell Uncle Ralphy you wet your pants, and we’ll get you changed as soon as we can, baby.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “So, even though you’re not worried about me going to the toilet on this road, I’m still your nine year old niece?” she asked him.

            “Unless I tell the officer that we are playing a game to slip by any sleeping coyotes so they don’t try to kidnap you again, then yes, you are a nine year old.”

            She nodded.

            “I gotta still pee, some, but….”

            “You want to know if it’s okay to pee your pants on purpose because you don’t think you can hold it?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “It’s not on purpose if you can’t hold it, baby.  Of course you can finish wetting your pants.  Uncle Ralph understands that a nine year old would not do that unless you just can’t hold it, honey.”

            He put a hand on her back and rubbed.

            “How about this….  Because I understand how scared you are to just pee your pants, and I don’t want you holding it needlessly, I’m going to tell you to pee your pants.  You did promise to do whatever I tell you to do, right?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Well, I’m ordering you to pee your pants.  That way, it’s not even a little bit your fault that you wet.  It’s all Uncle Ralph’s fault because I expect you to obey me, honey.  Go ahead and wet them.  I’m change you as soon as I can pull over safely.”

            Breanna nodded and picked up her doll.  “I will, Uncle Ralphy.”

            Breanna brought Guadeloupe to her ear.

            “It’s okay,” her dolly told her.  “Ralph isn’t telling you to wet just so he can hit you or be mean.  He’s telling you to pee so it’s not your fault.  He wants you to go ahead and do it, and you did promise to do what he tells you.  You can wet, Breanna.  I won’t care.  I promise.”

            Breanna nodded at her doll.

            Even though it was just the doll and her imagination, she was so sure of how much Guadeloupe cared about her, and of the fact that Guadeloupe would tell her to do whatever meant the least amount of trouble for her, that the doll’s advice in Guadeloupe’s voice made sense to her.  And she started to push herself to pee like the doll told her to do.

            The sky was staring to darken, and the stars were starting to appear one by one overhead in a bare stretch of road.  Breanna was still waiting for Ralph to pull over somewhere to change her wet pants, but she didn’t mind wearing the wet pants.  She had had to wear wet pants before for a very long time… when Uncle Jorge was trying to teach her a lesson.

            “Is there going to be a toilet soon?” Breanna asked Ralph as she felt her stomach tighten a bit.

            “Honey, you’re already wet.  If I take you in like you are, everyone will see my little nine year old has already wet.  Do you want to go into a toilet like this?”          

            Breanna nodded.

            “Do you need to poop, baby?”

            She nodded again.

            “Okay, we’ll stop as soon as we can, but tell me if it starts coming out.  There’s no reason to embarrass you if you are already going in your pants, okay?”

            Breanna nodded a third time.

            Ralph started to pay more attention to the signs, now.  Breanna noticed that he was looking to the side of the road more, and that he mouthed when a sign read the distance to the next small town.

            “There’s one,” Ralph told Breanna.  “It’s about ten or fifteen minutes away.  How you doing with pooping your pants, baby?”

            “I think I can hold it,” she whimpered.

            “Don’t be scared, baby.  If you go, you go, baby.  Uncle Ralph is still going to turn off there and then check you.  If you tell me you already went, or when I check you, if I notice you’ve already done some in your pants, then I’ll just let you finish in your seat, and then get you changed, baby.”

            She nodded.

            They did get to the rest area in time, and because Ralph wanted her to make it this time, he took her hand without preparing anything else, and he walked her quickly to the bathrooms, and he knocked on the girls’ bathroom door.

            “Sorry, ladies, but my big girl wants to use the potty, and she doesn’t want to go in the boys’ room.”

            He walked her in, and everyone could already see her wet pants.

            “I think the poor little girl already wet,” one of the girls who was probably about the age he was pretending her to be said.

            “Yes, she is a little wet,” Ralph agreed with her.  “But she still wants to go potty, and it’s very responsible for her to go in the toilet if she can, even if she had a bit of an accident already.”

            The little girl nodded.  “Yeah.  Okay.”

            The little girl’s mom smiled down at Breanna who blushed.

            “You can go first, honey.  I don’t need to go as badly as you obviously need to.”

            Breanna nodded putting her thumb in her mouth as she went into the stall with her daddy.

            “Are you going in with her?”

            “She needs help,” Ralph explained.  “I’ll explain if I really have to after I help her get ready to go.”

            The lady shook her head and Ralph took her into the stall and pulled off all her clothes so she could sit on the potty.

            “When you are done,” Ralph told her.  “I’ll just keep the swimsuit and the panties with me.  Just pull on your pants and we’ll put some panties on you in the car after.”

            Breanna nodded, and he left to let her go.

            She heard Ralph talk to the lady.

            “She was wearing this from swimming at the motel we stayed at.  I told her she could wear them, but warned her I would have to help her if she had to stop somewhere to go potty because she’d have to take them all the way off, and leaving them on the dirty floor and then putting them back on wasn’t very healthy.”

            Breanna didn’t hear the woman’s reaction, but she heard the little girl again.

            “How come she wet her pants?”

            “She was in the car for a while, and fell asleep.  She doesn’t like it, but she sometimes wets in her sleep.”

            “Oh.  That must be really embarrassing for her.”

            “Yes, it is.”

            “Well, she shouldn’t care if it happened and people see, unless you are in her town because no one at her school will know what happened.  My best friend wets the bed, and she was scared to tell me, but I caught her, and we only got to be better friends after I found out.”

            “That’s very nice of you, little one.”

            “My mom said I should always be nice if someone has trouble that makes others be mean because we all have troubles that can get us made fun of.”

            “Your mom is right.”

            Breanna finished going, and cleaning herself up, and then she called through the door.

            “Uncle Ralph!  I… I finished.”

            “Did you pull your pants up, honey?”

            “Not yet.”

            “Pull them up, and come on out, honey.”

            “They’re wet, Uncle.  Can’t you go to the car and get me clean stuff and bring it back to me?”

            Ralph frowned at the door.

            “Are you scared for, your, niece, is it?” the woman asked Ralph.

            “Well, see, I’m watching her for her parents on vacation, and not only do I not want to lose my niece, but it would be a lot worse if she disappeared because I left her somewhere I shouldn’t have.”

            “She’s safe here,” the woman told Uncle Ralph.  “I’ll let her keep the door shut and locked and stay right here until you come back.”

            “That’s nice of you, but aren’t you going to use the bathroom?”

            “I… yes, I….”

            “Well, she needs an adult who is right at there, ready to protect her if someone tries to get in her door, so, no….”

            “Look, I’ll hold it,” the lady said.  “Go get the poor kid some clean clothes, and I’ll wait, okay?”

            “Promise?”

            “Breanna, the woman wants me let you stay in there, locked in the potty.  Make sure the door is locked and stay right there, okay?”

            “I will, Uncle Ralph.  I promise.”

            Breanna could tell that Ralph was a little nervous, still, about leaving, but eventually she heard the bathroom door open and close, and she sat on the toilet waiting for him.

            “Mommy, that guy goes right into girls’ bathrooms and he doesn’t leave the girl’s side at all.  I think he even took her clothes off of her to go potty.”

            The lady whispered.  “He’s just probably kind of new at being responsible for a kid, honey.  Your dad would take you right into the bathroom if he had a bad feeling.  You know that, don’t you?”

            The little girl’s answer was not audible. 

            “I think the little girl’s uncle is being very responsible though.  I commend him for taking her into the bathroom to let her go instead of leaving her to chance.”

            “You wished daddy would take me inside more, then?”

            “When mommy isn’t there, honestly, yes, I do, baby.”

            “Daddy would be mad though if I accidentally wet my pants because I was scared to go by myself, wouldn’t he?”

            “No, baby.  If something scared you about going into the bathroom alone, I don’t think he’d be mad at you.  He would be surprised that you wet until you explained why you did it though.”

            “Mommy?”

            “What honey?”

            “I’m wetting.  I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

            “Oh, sweetheart.  I should have let YOU go.  I just promised I would watch the girl’s door.  It’s okay.  I’ll tell your daddy it wasn’t your fault, sweetheart.”

            “I have your stuff, honey, open up,” Ralph knocked at the door not even mentioning that he noticed if the other little girl had just wet her pants.

            Breanna opened the door and took the panties and clean skirt from Uncle Ralph, and then closed the door and went to putting on her clean clothes.

            She was glad she had not pooped herself, or trying to get clean clothes on would be very difficult because she doubted she’d be clean enough to want to put them on.

            She came out and noticed the little girl, crying, and her mommy holding her.

            Breanna went over and she hugged the other little girl.

            “You wet?” she asked her.

            The other little girl turned and looked into Breanna’s eyes and nodded.

            “You were nice to me,” Breanna said.  “I’m sorry you wet your pants just because of my troubles.  But don’t be embarrassed.  We don’t know each other, and no one else here, except your mommy knows you wet your pants, and you will be with when you get home, okay?”

            The girl nodded and smiled up at her wiping her eyes.  “You’re right.  Thank you.”

            Breanna nodded.

            They walked out of the bathroom, and Ralph picked her up and started to carry her.

            “You are a nice little girl,” he told her kissing her head.

            Breanna shrugged.  “Of course.  She wasn’t really nine years old after all, and she wasn’t sure, but she thought the other girl might have actually been a little older than nine, but neither of them seemed to really care what the other’s real age was.

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            Chapter 11:

            When they got out to the car, Uncle Ralph opened the back door.  Of course, she had soaked her front seat, so was he just protecting her clothes?  But no, he had her move over, and then he got in and started putting up the curtains.

            “What’s wrong?” Breanna felt herself to make sure she had not somehow leaked and not felt the pee coming out, though it would be strange if she did after just finishing in the rest area bathroom.

            “You need to put on one of your clean onesies on,” he told her.

            “Onesie?” she asked.

            “Yeah, your swimsuit, sweetheart.  I’m not putting you in diapers right now, but I still want your swimsuit on over your panties.”

            “But the pee still comes out all over my clothes,” she looked down.

            “Yes, sweetheart, you still get everything wet if you pee, but the swimsuit is still a good idea if you end up pooping your pants, baby.”

            “But… I won’t,” she mumbled.

            Ralph pulled her to his lap and started to undo her skirt.

            “Honey, I know you won’t if you can help and control it.  I’m not going to ask you to do that on purpose, either.  But think about our situation just a few minutes ago before we got here.  If we were like ten or twenty minutes later before finding the toilet, would you have been able to stop yourself pooping your pants, honey?”

            She blushed, and then shook her head.  She wasn’t sure, but even if she said she could, he would likely just say well, how about half an hour an hour.  She was sure he was trying to convince her that she could poop her pants if they don’t find a toilet in a while, and she really had to go, so she just went along with what he was saying.

            “With your onesie in place, I’m pretty sure the poop will basically stay in your panties and not go all over the seat, sweetheart.  That’s why I want you to wear it.”

            Breanna nodded as he got her skirt off and then he started to take her shirt off of her.  She let him.  She even helped him by moving her arms so he could do it.  He was just treating her like a baby, nothing more.

            Once she had her swimsuit/onesie on and dressed again in her shirt and overall-style skirt, Ralph took her wet cushion from the front seat and pulled out a second cushion for her to sit on and then helped her into the front seat handing her her Guadeloupe doll and her DS game.

            Breanna smiled up at him as he closed her door, and they were back on the road, but this time, looking for a motel or restaurant to eat dinner and spend the night again.

            They stopped at a McDonalds, and Ralph took her to sit at a table.

            “Wait right here,” he told her.  “Unless you want to go into the men’s with Uncle Ralph.  Don’t you move because I want you to be safe, and while there are not as many coyotes out this way, there are still bad people that can take a little girl if they think they can get away with it, and if you accidentally tell them you are a young lady, and they are a coyote, they will do worse.”

            Breanna nodded.

            When Ralph came back, he took her to the front with him, and he picked her up, just like she was a little girl again, and he put her on the counter.

            “Point at what you want, sweetheart,” he told her.

            “Your daughter is too big to be sitting on the counter like that,” one of the restaurant employees told Ralph.

            “She’s my niece, and she needs to see the menu,” he told the young woman.  “Her eyes are not that good, and we broke her glasses by mistake last night, so unless you want to come around her and hold her up until she decides what she wants….”

            The woman sighed and shook her head.  “Fine.  Just, what do you want, little girl?”

            Breanna looked up at Ralph, and he smiled and pointed out the happy meal menus to her.

            Breanna nodded and looked those over, and then she looked up at Uncle Ralph.  “I want the nugget one.”

            “Good girl,” Ralph said.  “And what do you want to drink, baby?”

            “Orange soda?”

            “Okay, let’s get you down before the McDonalds staff have a heart attack, okay?”

            Breanna nodded.  She put her thumb in her mouth as Uncle Ralph picked her up and put her on her feet.  Then he ordered what he wanted along with extra apple pies and a strawberry shake. Then she helped him carry their order to the table when it was ready.

            “Why you tell that lady I wear glasses and need to see the menu?” Breanna whispered.

            “Because I wanted my little niece to behave like a nine year old, and she was getting in the way of that.  I was trying to shame her for treating a little girl like she was doing to you.”

            “Oh.”

            “Honey, people need to learn to be nicer to people, because they don’t always know why someone needs to do something like put a child on the counter for a minute, or why a little thirteen year old might come in the restaurant already in pooped in pants, going for the bathroom, or whatever.  People need to try to be more understanding of others because everyone has problems, sweetheart.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Now, if she had been a little nicer to you about it, and asked in the first place, keeping in mind you are supposed to be nine years old, or at least a child, and spoken to you like a child that just didn’t know the rules, then I wouldn’t have lied and tried to embarrass her like that.  If she had asked me if there was a special reason you needed to be on the counter, or she had told me politely that she was sorry, but the store’s policy is that children shouldn’t sit there because of whatever health code or whatever, and she was respectful, I would have apologized because I would have been in the wrong for not asking before putting you up there.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “But you were in the wrong, first, and I was, because I sat up there without asking.”

            “Yes, honey, Uncle Ralph was wrong first, but not little Breanna.  Nine year old Breanna was put on the counter against her will, or without her even thinking about what Uncle Ralph was doing, so the lady had no reason to snap at you the way she did, which by the way, would make a lot of nine year olds cry.”

            “Oh, was I supposed to cry?  I’m sorry.”

            “No, baby.  You don’t have to cry every time someone is mean to you.  I’m just pointing it out to you, so that when you really do feel like a nine year old, I won’t be surprised or be upset if you cry because someone hurts your feelings.”

            Breanna nodded.

            Breanna started eating.

            Uncle Ralph passed her an extra cheese burger that he ordered on the side for her knowing a kid’s meal could not possibly be enough to feed an adult with.  He also passed her an apple pie and the strawberry shake.

            “I don’t know what Uncle Jorge would have done with a nine year old,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph.  “But I remember, one time, I think I was thirteen years old, and I started to cry because someone yelled at me at the restaurant for wetting my pants in my seat….”

            Breanna sniffled.

            “I know I shouldn’t have wet, at thirteen years old, but I was scared to ask my uncle, and it felt like the whole room would hear if he asked me why I was asking such rude and gross things while people were eating, so I tried to hold it…. But I wet.”

            She sighed.

            “Uncle Jorge heard someone ask if I had a mental problem or something, which made me start to cry, partly because that would alert Uncle Jorge to punish me, and partly because I was embarrassed someone saw me pee my pants….”

            Ralph frowned and reached a hand over to take Breanna’s hand, his strong fingers flexing her hand letting her know he was emotionally right there with her.

            “Uncle Jorge shook his head.  ‘She’s just a stupid teenager that likes to rebel anyway she can,’ he would say.  ‘She just likes to pee her pants to try to embarrass us when we are out.”

            Ralph rubbed her fingers in his hand.

            “Uncle Jorge was wrong, baby.  I know that.  I don’t care if you are nine years old, eleven years old, thirteen, or even nineteen.  If something causes you that much embarrassment, of course you’re allowed to cry, sweetheart.  And Uncle Ralph will be right here to pick you up and rock you and do whatever I can to calm you down and to try to let you know that it was not the end of the world.  We all get embarrassed sometimes.”

            The lady that took their order was later seen cleaning the tables, and she stopped by the two for a minute, and she leaned down by the little girl.

            “I’m sorry I embarrassed you about your eyesight, sweetie.  I should have asked.  We do have menus that we can sometimes give customers so they can see better when they are too short to see the counter, and their vision isn’t good enough to see the menu overhead.  I’m really sorry, little one.”

            She looked up at Ralph.

            “You are right, I should have asked,” she told Ralph.  “It’s just I’ve had a hard day… and it’s no excuse, but someone put a bigger kid on the counter a little while before you came in, and that kid kept reaching over and trying to get into stuff, even trying to push the buttons on my register.”

            Ralph frowned.

            “My brother did a good job of teaching her not to touch something she shouldn’t,” he told the waitress.  “But I was wrong, too.  I should have asked before I just put her up there like that.  I wasn’t thinking either because to tell the truth, she needs the comfort of seeing my face a lot right now.”

            “Oh?”

            “Yeah, she was nearly kidnapped, and so even when she’s not scared and pulling at me to pick her up so she can see my face and know she’s safe, I’m scared of letter her out of my sight.”

            “That poor little girl!  Well, anyway, will you take these gift certificates as an apology offering for my actions earlier?”

            “Thank you.  It’s not necessary though because I was wrong, too.”

            “You are very kind sir, but I already paid for them.  So please?”

            Ralph nodded and took the certificates.  “Thank you, ma’am.”

            The lady then went off to start cleaning again.

            “I feel bad for her,” Breanna told Uncle Ralph.  “She was just trying to do her job, and it sounds like she’s had a really bad day.”

            “Yeah, but don’t think too much about it, sweetheart.  She will be okay.”

            “Are you sure?”

            “I’m sure, honey.”

            After a meal at McDonalds, they soon found a motel, and Uncle Ralph took his little pretend niece into the bathroom, and stood her in front of the toilet.

            “Why don’t you try to pee again, baby?”

            Breanna looked down.

            “I mean, I’ll leave the bathroom, and you can take all your clothes off, and sit on the potty and try to go, then in about ten minutes, that should be enough time for you to try, I’ll come back in, so you should have your shirt and your panties back on before I get back in, and I’ll start you a bath.”

            Breanna frowned.

            “You can stay,” she blushed.  “You’re just being my uncle and getting me a bath ready and telling a nine year old girl that keeps wetting her pants to try to go in the potty.  I don’t think it’s bad if you see me pee if you are treating me like I’m kind of a baby nine year old that keeps wetting my pants.”

            He smiled at her.

            “Are you sure, honey?  I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

            “Like Uncle Jorge did?” she asked sourly.  “He made me sit on the potty and to hold it for a long time when he punished me until I had an accident, and then he yelled at me some more, and then he pulled my clothes off of me anyway, and told me to sit in the tub while he started the water for it.”

            Ralph shook his head.  “I’m sorry he did that to you, honey.”

            “I’m just saying,” Breanna frowned up at Ralph.  “You’re nothing like that.  You are caring and you take care of me, even if I accidentally wet my pants, and you even still give me privacy if I want it, unless it’s hard to do because of you wanting to protect me in public places.”

            Ralph nodded.

            “You treat me like I’m a real little kid who really acts like a baby, so I really don’t mind, Uncle Ralph.”

            She started to undress.

            “You can do what you want.  You can start the bath or leave the bathroom, or whatever you want.  I trust you, so even if you leave the bathroom, unless you yell at me and tell me to put on my clothes after I pee, I’m just going to wait for you naked anyway, cause that’s what a nine year old who trusts her family member who is trying to help her get a bath would do.”

            Ralph shook his head.  “Okay, honey, if you’re sure about that, then I’ll go ahead and start your bath.”

            He turned his back to her to start working on the tub, and Breanna took off her clothes completely because of the swimsuit, and she sat on the toilet.  She couldn’t pee because she had already gone not long before, but Uncle Ralph told her to try, and she did promise Uncle Ralph she would do whatever he told her to do without question.

            Honestly, Breanna liked Ralph being in there while she tried to pee.  If she were alone, she knew she’d start thinking about what Jorge would have done, but every time her mind started to compare what Ralph and Jorge would do, Ralph said something.

            “Breanna, do you want to wear jeans or a skirt tomorrow?” he asked her.

            “A skirt?”

            “Breanna, you know it’s okay to wet the bed, don’t you?  I won’t tell you to do it now that we are sort of off the main coyote trail, but if you did continue to wet your bed at night, even though we are safe, you’ll be more used to being a nine year old than just pretending to be one, honey.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Breanna, sweetie?  You don’t have to, but do you think Uncle Ralph is mean for kind of wanting you to wet the bed at night?”

            “No.  I’m relieved that you don’t mind, because that means if I leak in my panties, you won’t care.”

            “Well, I will care, but not be mad.  I will care if you are upset about it, and I’ll baby you even if you just leak a little in your panties, honey.”

            “That’s what I mean.”

            “Breanna, your bath is ready, sweetheart.  Did you pee in the potty?”

            “No sir.  I’m sorry, I just don’t feel anything.”

            “It’s okay, baby.  Let’s just get you in the bath.”

            “Uncle Ralph, can you stay with me while I get a bath?”

            “Are you scared, honey?”

            “Not exactly, but….”

            “It’s okay, sweetheart.  You can tell Uncle Ralph.  I won’t be mad or laugh at you or in anyway, be mean on purpose, sweetheart.”

            “It’s that when you’re talking to me, and you are in front of me, Uncle Jorge’s visions are not as strong.  I keep remembering him when I’m sleeping or when I’m alone, and the visions keep making me feel….”

            “…Bad about yourself?”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Sure, I’ll stay, baby.  I knew that guy was having more influence on you than you tried to let on at first.”

            Breanna nodded and smiled.  “I wish you were really my uncle,” she told him.  “I would have loved to live with you rather than Uncle Jorge and Aunt Carmen.”

            “Well, they were not your real aunt or uncle either,” Ralph told her.  “They bought you, illegally.”

            “I know.  I remember you said, they wanted to use me to get to America, but their coyote messed up, and they got stuck with me without any papers.”

            “That’s right, baby.”

            Ralph started to wash her back.  Breanna had not said one way or another if he could do that, but she just accepted his help without thinking about it.  He had washed her before, and he kept changing her pants, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to him doing stuff like this by now.

            “You know,” Breanna said as she washed her chest and around her arms.  “I wasn’t sure I wanted to be your eleven year old daughter at first.  I didn’t like the idea of being a kid again, especially when you made me wet my pants on purpose, and you put me in diapers….”

            There was a moment of silence.

            “But after everything that has happened, and the way you take care of me, I would not mind being your nine year old daughter at all.  I like being your nine year old niece all the time, and knowing you are always there to protect me and to help me when I get upset and crying.”

            Ralph smiled and hugged her towards him.

            “I’m glad you don’t mind being my little nine year old niece,” he told her.  “Of all the girls I’ve helped get back to America, there is something about you, that I have never felt about the other girls before.”

            “Not like you want to have sex or date me?” Breanna looked up at him.

            “No, sweetheart.  Like I want to take you home with me, and continue to treat you like my little baby daughter.  I know I can’t because you have your real family waiting for you.  But I have never felt like I wanted someone to be my little child before.  Everyone else was just a job.”

            Breanna smiled.  “I’d let you take me home with you if my daddy wasn’t still looking for me.”

            Ralph nodded.  “Well, your family is looking for you, so we only have each other until I get you safely across the border.  We will miss each other, probably, but you’ll be better off with your real family, and anyway, my dangerous job would get in the way of me taking proper care of you.”

            Breanna nodded.

            “Well, we have until you get me across the border, so you just tell me what you want your baby daughter to do, and I’ll try to be a good baby daughter for you until you get me there.  You can be daddy instead of Uncle Ralph.  I think I’d like that more, because of you always helping me with bathing and changing my wet pants, and stuff.”

            Ralph smiled.  “Are you sure?”

            “Yeah.  I will be your little baby girl.  I will wet my pants all the time, cause you like taking care of me when I wet, don’t you?”

            Ralph’s face blushed.  “I like taking care of you, sweetheart, but I also like you being happy.  I can’t imagine a little nine year old is happy always wetting her pants.”

            “I keep having accidents anyway,” Breanna reminded him.

            “Yes, baby.  And I love helping you with your accidents.  I just don’t want to make my little baby nine year old upset, feeling like she has to pee her pants on purpose.  Nine year old kids don’t do that, and sweetie, you don’t really like wetting, do you?”

            Breanna shook her head.

            “Then you just wet if I tell you it’s too dangerous to let you go, or you have an accident.  That’s all I really need, is permission to help you like your daddy.  That will make me happy, baby.”

            “Okay.”

            “And you don’t mind playing with your dollies?”

            “Actually, I kind of like playing with my dolly, but I… I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

            “You’re doing just fine, honey.  If the doll is comforting to you, or you are having fun with it, or you feel good about interacting with it, then you are playing with it the way a nine year old does.”

            Breanna nodded.

            He prodded her to stand up while he cleaned up her bottom, and she stood still a moment so he could wash it for her.

            “I’m sorry, I should probably let you do this, but I’m worried you might not get it clean.  You need more help as a nine year old, and with all these accidents, I’m not sure you’re really cleaning your bottom up that good.”

            Breanna nodded.  “I don’t mind, daddy.”

         

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I'm sure this story has gotten a bit repetitive, so I'll close it with a few closing points so it's not just up in the air.

1.  Ralph was legit.  He honestly thought he was taking Breanna back to her real dad, and he has done what he has done, as a means to protect her. 

2.  Breanna is nearly wetting incontinent by the time they get her back to America, and she basically behaves like a nine year old.

3.  Steve, the man that Ralph was to deliver her to, is not her real dad, but rather , her dad's younger brother.  Seeing his brother's mental capacity going down hill since losing his daughter, Steve spared no expense to get hte girl back, but after it all came out, and she saw her dad, the damage was done.  Her real dad is suffering from dementia.

4.  Steven realizes he cannot handle a nineteen year old that is acting at best, as a thirteen year old, but mostly as a nine year old, now, due to the regression that Ralph caused in her, and seeing that she was very well bonded to Ralph, and seeing that Ralph cared about her, he signed a concent form giving Ralph full parental rights over a supposed 13 year problematic child.

5 Ralph has to take some time off as El Lobo to raise his 13 year old daughter, so he gets a job at a special needs school that he enrolls Breanna in as a thirteen year old with developmental issues.

That is basically the end of the story.

Thank you for reading, and I'll be moving on to other things, now.

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