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I hope everyone is still enjoying the story!
I'm sorry I haven't added more images to them lately. Trying to get exactly what I'm after can be a bit challenging. I also had to play catch-up recently. Most of the additional parts I had have already been released, so the last week, I've spent a lot of time writing the next chapters for all of April. 

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Chapter 9: What are Friends for?

 

As Lisa gingerly inspected her skirt, relief flooded her when she realized the fabric hadn't visibly betrayed her humiliating accident. With a shaky sigh, she began to peel off her wet underwear, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the mess she had made.

Not wanting to stay in urine-soaked underwear or have any way to carry them out of the bathroom without it being clearly visible, Lisa opted to dispose of the soiled garment. Lisa grabbed some paper towels, used them to dry off her legs, and tossed several on the floor to help mop up the puddle she had created. Not wanting to leave a mess for the staff to clean. She quickly used her feet to mop up the evidence of her mishap the best she could before she disposed of the soaked paper towels; luckily, they also helped to bury her underwear sitting in the trash can. 

Just as she was beginning to regain some composure, a gentle knock sounded on the bathroom door, causing Lisa's heart to skip a beat, freezing her in her tracks.

"Lisa? Are you okay in there?" Sarah's voice was filled with concern, muffled by the closed door.

Lisa's heart eased with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice. Despite her mortification, she couldn't help but feel warmth at Sarah's support.

Lisa called out, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her voice was slightly hoarse from the lingering embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... just give me a minute, okay?"

There was a brief pause, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning as Sarah pushed open the door, her concerned gaze meeting Lisa's.

"I brought you something," Sarah said softly, holding out a rolled-up fabric bundle. I keep a new pack of underwear in my car for emergencies, and I thought you might appreciate a pair ."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the offering, touched by Sarah's thoughtfulness despite the situation's awkwardness. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I... I really appreciate it."

Sarah smiled sympathetically, her eyes warm with understanding. "No problem. We've all been there, right?"

As Lisa quickly changed into dry underwear, a sense of gratitude washed over her. She felt so lucky to have a friend like Sarah in her life—someone who didn't judge her for the awkward moment she had just put her friend through, someone who just so happened to be ready for something like this to happen, someone who she could talk to, to get her thoughts, fears, and secrets out to.

"Looks like you've got everything taken care of," Sarah remarked, breaking the silence as Lisa finished changing.

"Yeah, thanks to you," Lisa replied, smiling gratefully at her friend.

They stood there momentarily, the weight of the situation still hanging in the air. Lisa felt the urge to make another wish, to undo everything that had happened, but she hesitated. She remembered what happened with her mom. What unforeseen consequence would happen with a wish to undo something already done? She couldn't risk making things worse.

Sarah must have sensed her friend's turmoil because she spoke up. "Hey, why don't you come over to my place? You can take a shower and relax for a bit. Maybe it'll help clear your mind."

Lisa appreciated the offer and nodded, relieved to escape her apartment and her mom for a while. "That sounds really nice, actually. Thank you."

As they left the bathroom and headed towards the exit, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she had to be careful with the bracelet and its wishes, but she couldn't ignore the temptation to use it again. The power it held was both alluring and terrifying.

Once they were in Sarah's car, Lisa glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, feeling conflicted. She thought about wishing to undo everything that had happened, to erase the embarrassment and the mess. But something held her back. She couldn't shake the feeling that using the bracelet again would only lead to more trouble.

Sarah tried to distract Lisa from what happened. "Hey, I've done it a thousand times," she said, trying to ease Lisa's embarrassment. "Don't sweat it. We all have our moments."

Lisa nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding. She couldn't shake off the embarrassment, but Sarah's reassurance helped. "I just wish this whole thing hadn't happened," Lisa muttered, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "That was the most embarrassing thing ever."

Sarah comforted her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know it feels like a big deal now, but trust me, we'll laugh about this one day. In the meantime, let's hit the road to my place so you can get that shower. And hey, we can still go see that movie we talked about if you're up for it."

Lisa managed a weak smile, grateful for Sarah's friendship. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."

As they drove to Sarah's place, Lisa couldn't help but wonder why nothing had happened. She made a wish, just like she had done with not wanting to ride the bus. Only nothing changed. She was still embarrassed about what happened. She was still in Sarah's car, still wearing different underwear than when she started the day. She stared at the bracelet momentarily, frustrated that it refused to work how she thought it would. It didn't protect her from peeing herself; it got her mom in a separation, and now it was ignoring her. This thing is a curse! 

 

As they arrived at Sarah's place, Lisa felt a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. The short ride had provided a small respite from the day's events, but she knew she couldn't escape them entirely. Sarah's apartment building was familiar yet unfamiliar, a place Lisa had never visited despite their close friendship.

Sarah led the way, her steps brisk as they ascended the stairs to her apartment. Lisa followed, her mind still reeling from the day's events. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging suspicion that the bracelet on her wrist was more trouble than it was worth.

Inside Sarah's apartment, Lisa took in her surroundings with curiosity. The space was cozy and inviting, filled with warmth and a comforting home scent. Sarah gestured for Lisa to make herself comfortable as she disappeared into another room, returning with a bundle of clothes moments later.

"Here you go," Sarah said, offering Lisa the clothes with a sympathetic smile. "I grabbed you some clean clothes and a towel. The bathroom's right through there."

Lisa accepted the clothes gratefully, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. "Thanks."

Once inside the bathroom, Lisa hesitated momentarily, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She paused, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of uncertainty and resignation. How had her life come to this? Soiling herself as if she couldn't control it. She never imagined herself in a situation quite like this. All of this chaos in her life, all of it because of a cursed bracelet?

Shaking off the thoughts, Lisa focused, quickly undressing until she was just in her underwear. She stared at herself in the mirror, the image reflecting back at her a stark reminder. She couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over her. She had been in this situation before, just a few days ago when she got the bracelet. She stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection looking at a wet pull-up she was wearing. Here she was again. Having had an accident, only this time, she was in underwear. The pull-up, no-where to be seen.

Just as Lisa was about to step into the shower, Sarah's voice interrupted her thoughts from outside the bathroom door. "Hey, I'm going to order some takeout. If there's anything specific you want, just text it to me. Otherwise, I'm just going to get some Chinese food."

"Sounds good! Thanks." Lisa called back, her voice brimming with gratitude.

As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, Lisa couldn't help but feel relief washing over her. The day's events seemed to fade away if only for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of peace. She was grateful for the opportunity to wash away her shameful moment, leaving it in the past. 

Once she had finished showering and dried off, Lisa dressed in the clothes Sarah had left for her, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. Not only was she understanding, but she was also being overly generous. Sarah gave her a pair of brand new underwear again, a pair of sweat pants, and a large hoodie—the perfect comfort clothes to combat the stressful day she had had so far. 

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Sarah greeted her with a warm smile. "Feeling better?"

Lisa nodded, her spirits lifted by the comfort of her friend's presence. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Anytime, Lisa. That's what friends are for."

Lisa and Sarah settled in to enjoy their takeout, the tension of the day began to melt away. They chatted and laughed; Lisa told Sarah about her date with Craig tomorrow. Excited to be able to see him again and enjoy a nice meal with him. The comfort of their friendship eased Lisa's earlier embarrassment. Lisa felt grateful for Sarah's understanding and support, her worries about her accident and the pull-ups momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the evening.

As they finished their meal, Sarah glanced at the clock and frowned. "We should probably head out soon if we want to make it to the movie on time," she said, double-checking the time on her phone.

Lisa nodded, a sense of unease creeping back into her mind. She knew she had no way of controlling the bracelet's magic. Not yet, at least. Not wanting to embarrass herself any more than she already had, she knew she needed to use the bathroom before they left. She couldn't risk ruining Sarah's clothes or embarrassing herself again.

"I just need to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa said, trying to sound casual despite her nerves. She didn't feel the need to go, but waiting until she needed to go hasn't been working out the best for her lately. "I'll meet you by the door."

"Take your time, Lisa. We're in no rush."

As Lisa entered the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over her. She stared at herself in the mirror, the worried look in her reflection a stark reminder of the day's events. She couldn't let another accident happen, not now.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa moved herself over to the toilet and sat on it. She tried as hard as she could to relax and let herself go. She couldn't feel any sensation that it was working. It was like her body had chosen to ignore her completely now. Suddenly, she heard the splashing water and a stream running. She let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she could get through the rest of the day without further embarrassment. She knew she still had to be careful with the bracelet, especially now that its magic had been confirmed and seemed unpredictable. She couldn't risk trusting it to replace her underwear and prevent an accident.

After using the bathroom, Lisa took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing with thoughts of the bracelet and its powers. She couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for ever putting it on, for ever making those wishes. But she also knew she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was be cautious and hope for the best.

As she rejoined Sarah in the living room, Lisa forced a smile, trying to push aside her lingering worries. "Ready to go?"

Sarah nodded, standing up from the couch. "Yeah, let's go."

 

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Chapter 10: Movies

 

In the movie theater lobby, Lisa and Sarah navigated through the bustling crowd of moviegoers, the scent of buttered popcorn wafting through the air. Lisa couldn't help but feel a little self-concerned about wearing sweats out in public. She normally would wear something a touch more "professional." But at least she wasn't in a pull-up or urine-soaked underwear. This was way better than what she had been dealing with these last few days.

"Two tickets for the 6:30 showing, please," Sarah told the cashier at the ticket booth. 

"IDs please," the clerk replied.

"Really?" Sarah shot back, a little confused, while pulling open her purse for her wallet.

"Yeah, the movie is rated R, and after too many underage teens sneaking in, we had to start checking all IDs. If you think this is ridiculous, you should see the look on the faces of the 50-year-olds."

"I bet. It's fine. We are both over 20, anyway. Here you go." Sarah handed the man both her and Lisa's IDs. "I mean, I guess it makes sense. It is a horror movie, after all, and if the movie lives up to reviews online, I'll be a shit-your-pants experience."

Lisa's eyes got wide at Sarah's words. Normally, she loved watching horror movies. It was one of her and Sarah's favorite activities to do together. They've seen hundreds of movies together, some of the cult classics at home and big box motion pictures in theaters on new release. Only, with everything going on, would this actually be a good idea? There were several times when Sarah had peed herself from the jump scares. It got to the point where she normally would wear a pad to the theater just in case. 

"Thanks! Will do." Sarah told the clerk as she took the tickets from him, snapping Lisa back to reality. "You okay there Lis? You look like you already saw a ghost."

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't wait for the movie to start. What do you think? Should we get snacks?" Lisa tried to act like everything was fine, picking up her pace as they walked towards the center of the lobby. 

"Uh, always! Since when don't we get snacks?" Sarah gave Lisa a slight nudge with her elbow, playfully.

Lisa and Sarah made their way to the concession stand, the enticing display of snacks and drinks beckoning them. As they got up to the counter to place their order, Lisa hesitated, her stomach churning with nerves as she debated whether to risk getting a large drink like she usually does.

"The usual ladies?" The concession clerk, John, asked them. He was used to seeing Lisa and Sarah at the theater. They've become such regulars, that he had their normal order memorized. 

"You know it, Jonny!" Sarah replied, not thinking twice about it. 

Lisa opened her mouth to protest but noticed he had already gotten a start on their drinks. Not wanting to be a bother, she just let it be. She could manage a simple movie, right? After all, it was always Sarah who peed herself at these things. Lisa hadn't had an issue once. 

"You two here for the new flick?"

"As if we'd be here for anything else." Sarah rolled her eyes lightly playfully as she leaned up against the concessions counter. 

"Fair enough. Alright, here you two are; two large drinks, a large popcorn, a salted pretzel, and nachos. Is there anything else for today?"

"Nope, you nailed it yet again."

"Great, and it looks like you two have enough points to cover it today."

"Consider it done! Thanks, Jonny! We'll see later," Sarah said, giving the counter a light smack in a lightly dramatic way before grabbing all of their goodies and handing Lisa hers. 

"Sounds good, enjoy the movie!" John waved as they walked off to the theater room.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked, concern evident in her voice as she noticed Lisa's almost shy demeanor. "Oh my gosh, I totally took over there, didn't I? I just thought we'd get the normal, you know to just chill. Did you want something else we can get something else."

"No. No. It's okay. The snacks are perfect. I'm gonna need a bite of that pretzel, though." Lisa didn't want to make a fuss about the soda. It was her favorite flavor, she just didn't want anything to happen.

"Girl, since when don't you?" they both giggled at Sarah's reply. 

The previews for upcoming movie releases were still playing as they climbed up the stairs and shimmied their way to their seats. As they settled into their seats, Lisa decided she should use the bathroom before the movie started to give her the best chance at avoiding another accident today. 

"Give me a second; I'm going to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa told Sarah as she set down her drink and snacks in her seat beside her. The lights dimmed, and the movie began to play on the big screen just as Lisa turned around to head out of the room. 

"Better hurry up. It looks like it's getting ready to start."

"Ugh!" Lisa rushed down the stairs as quickly as she could, frustrated by their timing. Normally, she would just choose to hold it until after the movie, but with how her bladder had been acting, not giving her any warnings until the last second was the last thing she needed today.

Lisa ran around the corner to the bathroom right next to their theater room and found an open stall. She quickly pulled down her narrowed sweat pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. 

"This is fucking annoying!" Lisa mumbled under her breath. She stared at the bracelet around her wrist. "You have been the worst! I wish you'd just go away. I just want things to go back to normal." Lisa knew it likely wasn't going to work, but that didn't change her frustrations with it. She finally felt her bladder release the small amount of urine that had built up on the car ride over. 

Finished, Lisa put herself back together and headed back to her seat before too much of the movie had played. Walking into the room, it was practically pitch black in comparison to the main lobby area outside of their theater. Luckily, she had the light path she could follow to get back to her seat.

"There you are," Sarah said softly as Lisa took her seat next to her friend.

"Did I miss anything?" 

"Nah, just scenic shots."

"Perfect."

Lisa settled into her seat and began to get engrossed in the movie. Snacking on their snacks and sipping away at her drink without a second thought.

***

The movie was about halfway over. They had already seen the monster in the movie several times, with several jump scares sending popcorn flying in the air with loud shrieks.  At each one, Lisa looked over at Sarah to see if she kept her composure as they'd done many times before. She was totally engrossed in her normal friend time, forgetting everything that had happened recently. 

Suddenly, another jump scare! Lisa flinched at the sight. She recovered from the moment briefly afterward. Only she noticed that her groin felt warm. Shocked, she realized she was peeing herself. She didn't even feel the warning signs this time. What the heck! She sat there frozen in her seat as she felt the warmness spread towards her butt.

"Oh my gosh! That one actually got me a little." Sarah leaned over to Lisa, whispering, knowing her friend usually got a kick out of it, and they'd laugh about it after the movie. Only this time, Lisa seemed distracted. "Are you good?" 

"Uhh yeah, I'm fine." Lisa lied to her friend. She didn't want to admit that she actually wet herself again. Not when this never happens; that would only cause Sarah to worry like her mom and push her to visit a doctor. Actually, after this accident, maybe she should. There was no warning sign. Normally, she would get that last-second warning and need to rush off, but it didn't happen this time. Why!? Was there something wrong with her? 

Sarah didn't want to push the subject, especially after what had happened earlier. She knew Lisa likely had an accident, but bringing it up would only make things worse. Instead, she figured she could give Lisa her jacket to tie around her waist once the movie was over. Sarah wondered if Lisa was okay, it's not normal for her to have so many close calls. 

Lisa didn't want to talk about her accident or get up and leave, showing off her soaked pants. She tried her best to focus on the rest of the film, hoping her pants weren't as soaked as she thought they were. She tried to focus on the film, to lose herself in the story unfolding before her, but her mind kept wandering back to the cursed bracelet and the havoc it had brought into her life.

***

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the movie ended. The credits rolling. Lisa and Sarah watched as everyone slowly started to shuffle out of the room. They both always stuck around until the end of the credits in case there were any last-minute scenes. They both just sat there awkwardly. Lisa tried to steal a glance at her sweatpants to see if there were any wet spots noticeable, but it was too dim to see anything. She felt her heart race with anxiety, worried to see what the damage was once she finally had to stand up.

As the credits finished rolling, Lisa was surprised to see the theater room empty, with just a few workers down at the bottom waiting for everyone to exit so they could begin cleaning. Out of time and out of options, Lisa readied herself for the most embarrassing moment of her life. Sarah got up first and removed her jacket, claiming it "was too warm" for her.

Lisa pulled out her phone and noticed there was a text from Craig.

Craig: "Hey, beautiful! I can't wait for our date tomorrow night. I got a fabulous restaurant, I'm going to take you to. So wear a nice dress. 😉"

Lisa felt her heart flutter, slightly distracted by Craig's text. She temporarily forgot the ordeal she was about to undergo when she left the theater.

Lisa: "Hey, good looking. Sorry, I just finished up at the movies with Sarah. I'm looking forward to it. Who knows, if this place is as good as you're making it sound, I might have to pack an overnight bag. 😉"

Snapping back to reality. She noticed what Sarah was trying to do, feeling suspicious. She knew Sarah wasn't actually hot. She was just trying to be a good friend. Lisa appreciated her friend's attempt to make her accident less noticeable... or at least the best they could. Lisa finally stood up. She ran her hand on her butt in a wiping motion as if to wipe something off from the seat of her pants. She was trying to see if she could feel any wet patches. Lisa's face became puzzled, as she finished standing up, wiping her butt a second time, confused.

She was completely dry. She knew she had peed; she felt the stream running into her underwear. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Are you shitting me!?" she thought. She realized that her underwear had become a pull-up again. This time, it worked; what the hell? 

"You good, Lisa?" Sarah asked, seeing her friend asking very confused.

"Um, yeah, it's nothing," Lisa didn't want to tell Sarah. Not like this, not after it failed last time. There was no way Sarah would believe her. Not with their history at the movies. 

"Do you want to use my jacket?" Sarah outstretched her hand with her jacket, looking down towards Lisa's waist, signifying that she knew about Lisa's accident. 

Lisa's face blushed at her friend's suggestion. "Thanks. But I'm good." 

Sarah looked confused. How could she be good? She clearly peed herself at that jump scare. Her face said it all. "Um, okay? No problem. Let me know if you change your mind, I guess." 

Lisa grabbed her things and started to exit the aisle. Sarah was able to get a clear view of Lisa's butt and was a little shocked to see it was completely dry. She quickly followed suit. 

Running up to catch up with Lisa in the lobby hallway outside of the theater room, Sarah whispered, "I'm going to hit the bathroom real quick to change my undies. I had a slight leak. Wanna join?"

Lisa looked at Sarah for a moment, unsure if she should take her up or not. She didn't want to stay in a wet pull-up until she got home, but changing out of it with her friend didn't sound like a good idea either. Contemplating momentarily, Lisa decided to take Sarah up on her offer. She has already told Sarah about the bracelet and the annoying pull-ups showing up. Whether or not Sarah believed her was a completely different story. Alternatively, Lisa's mom has no idea. Cleaning up here will be a thousand times easier than at home. 

"Yeah, that would be great. Do you have an extra one?" Lisa blushed, saying she was getting a third pair of underwear today.

"Sadly, no. But you can just go commando. Or I can give you the extra I brought for myself if that makes you uncomfortable."

Lisa's heart sank. What was she going to do now? She admitted to wanting to get changed, so Sarah knew she had an accident, but she didn't have anything else to wear. Lisa hated the thought of going without underwear or, worse, taking Sarah's last pair. At least going without underwear beat the pull-up. Besides, the sweatpants were really comfortable. 

"No, it's okay. I can't do that."

They both entered the lady's room; luckily, no one else was in there, which made sense; it was already nine at night. They each went into a stall. Lisa wasted no time in getting her pants off to remove the pull-up. As she slid it down her legs, she felt how heavy it was already. The thing was soaked! If she had gone any more, it likely would have leaked. She heard Sarah flush the toilet in the stall next to her. 

Lisa began to panic as she slid back up her sweatpants. She had to leave the stall before Sarah. Otherwise, Sarah would see the pull-up. Yeah, Lisa wanted Sarah to see it earlier, but that was to prove the magic. Now if Sarah saw it, she might think Lisa just put it on before they left for the movie. 

Lisa rushed out of the stall and started to speed walk to the trash bin. Just as she got there, Sarah exited her stall. Lisa threw the pull-up into the trash as fast as she could. But it was too late. Sarah saw the childish garment in her hand as she went to put it in the bin. Lisa quickly hid the pull-up under some of the paper towels and then went over to the sink to wash up. 

Sarah considered asking Lisa about it but opted to wait. She could tell Lisa wasn't ready for some playful teasing. Instead, she walked up to her and washed her hands. 

As they left the movie theater, Sarah led the way to her car, chatting about the movie and other random topics. Lisa tried to engage in the conversation, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the embarrassment of wetting herself in the theater and having to deal with the pull-up. The thought of going home without underwear made her feel vulnerable.

When they reached Sarah's car, Lisa hesitated before getting in. She glanced around, hoping her mom wouldn't be awake when she got home. The idea of facing her after another embarrassing incident was too much to bear.

As Sarah started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed since that bracelet had appeared. What had started as a cute accessory and a joke quickly turned into a nightmare, with even the simplest of daily activities turning into opportunities for chaos and humiliation.

Despite everything, Lisa felt a sense of gratitude towards Sarah. Her friend had been there for her through it all today, offering support when she needed it most. As they drove through the quiet streets towards Lisa's apartment, she knew she was lucky to have someone like Sarah in her life. 

When they arrived at Lisa's apartment building, Sarah parked the car and turned to Lisa. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Lisa forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for everything, Sarah. You're the best."

Sarah smiled back and embraced Lisa. "Anytime, Lis. Just remember, I'm always here for you."

***Back at Sarah's apartment***

It was a long day. Sarah was happy she got to spend so much time with Lisa, but this had to be one of the weirdest days she ever spent with her friend. Exhausted, Sarah went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She got undressed, and as she went to place her clothes in the laundry basket, she spotted Lisa's clothes from earlier. Sarah recalled how she gave Lisa a new pair of underwear after her shower. But for some reason, she can't see them here. Where did Lisa put them when she changed into that pull-up?

After searching for a few minutes and coming up completely empty-handed, Sarah had given up and figured Lisa likely had enough time to calm down after her accident that she could ask. Sarah pulled out her phone and texted Lisa. 

Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?"

 

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Chapter 11: Why are these here!?

 

Lisa walked into her apartment. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed. She prayed her mom was already asleep. Luck was not on her side.

"Hey Sweetie! How was your day?" Carol called from the living room as Lisa walked through the door. 

Lisa hung her head. She did not have the energy to deal with her mom. "It was good. Sarah and I just hung out and went to a movie."

"That sounds like it was fun!" Carol got up from the couch to greet her daughter at the door. She wanted to warn Lisa about the pull-ups she bought, but she got distracted by seeing Lisa in different clothes than when they left this morning. "Those look comfy," she said.

"Yeah, I borrowed them from Sarah. I wanted to wear something more comfortable while chilling. Not to mention, a skirt gets cold in the evening in a movie theater. " Lisa blushed, recalling her accident at the coffee shop; not wanting to relive the moment, she lied to her mom about why she wore these instead of her original outfit. 

"Lis, can I chat with you about something?" Carol's expression became one of concern. She wanted to talk with her daughter about her accidents and the pull-ups she saw. She knew Lisa needed to visit a doctor if she hadn't already. 

"Not right now, Mom. It's been a long day. Can we chat in the morning? I honestly just want to shower and go to bed." Lisa turned and started to shuffle her way to her bedroom to get a change of clothes for sleeping.

"Uh... yeah. I guess that's okay." Carol's energy deflated. She felt slightly ignored and more like a nuisance. 

Lisa walked into her bedroom, went to her closet, and pulled out her softest and most comfortable nightgown, wanting to get a good night's sleep. She had a date with Craig tomorrow and wanted to be well-rested. The movie was fun but also super draining. Lisa ended up staying up much later than she wanted to. She wanted to be asleep by nine, but that's when the movie ended.

Lisa shuffled over to her dresser to grab a fresh pair of undies. She pulled it open, grabbed a pair, and closed the draw. As Lisa went to step toward the bathroom, she froze. She thought she saw something strange in the drawer. She quickly turned back around and opened up her underwear drawer. Sure enough, her eyes didn't play tricks on her.

Lisa's heart pounded with frustration. She quickly grabbed the foreign object and stormed out to the living room. 

"MOM! What the hell is this?!" Lisa yelled at her mom, holding a package of girl's bedwetting pull-ups. 

"They're pull-ups?" Carol replied sheepishly. "I think they are the same brand that you've been wearing. Did I get the wrong ones?"

"What?" Lisa felt confused. "No, I don't wear pull-ups. What are you talking about?" Lisa felt her blood boiling. Yeah, she has been wearing pull-ups, but not by choice. They've just been magically showing up. It's not like she would ever be willing to wear something so childish and embarrassing.

"But I saw them in the trash this morning." Carol wanted to defend herself. She knew Lisa was wearing them, and she could have warned Lisa if she had let her talk to her. 

Lisa stood there speechless. She thought she had gotten the trash out before her mom had seen it. Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but she knew she had nothing. If her mom already saw them, then what was she going to do? There was nothing she could do to hide it. She could try and lie her way out of it, but she couldn't think of anything. 

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just trying to help. I told you I wanted to support you the best I could. I knew you didn't have a way to get to the store, and frankly, what adult woman would want to buy pull-ups for bedwetting and ride the bus back with them?" Carol approached Lisa and placed a loving hand on her daughter's arm. 

"I appreciate the thought, Mom, but I don't need pull-ups." Lisa pulled her arm away from her mom, furious that her mom would go this far without talking with her first. 

"I know you don't want anyone to know about this, dear, so I'll just leave you be about it. I just thought you'd want a new pack. I couldn't find the original one anywhere, so I just assumed you ran out this morning." Carol's heart broke at Lisa's response. She was just trying to be helpful. She's always been there for Lisa, so why should something affecting Lisa so much be any different? 

"Wait! You went through my stuff?!" Lisa felt a wave of betrayal. What if her mom found the note about the bracelet? Would she make the connection that she caused her marriage issues? All just because she was tired of riding the bus. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mom! You can't do that. This is my apartment."

"I know, dear. I just..." Lisa, filled with anger, cut off Carol.

"Just nothing! You know what, Mom!? It's been a shitty day. I'm so done. I'm going to shower and go to bed WITHOUT a pull-up." Lisa tossed the package towards her mom. "I don't need them, okay? We can chat more in the morning." Lisa turned around and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm sorry," Carol whispered under her breath, tears streaming down her face. 

Lisa sank to the floor, with her back against the bathroom door. Her emotions finally reached their breaking point for the day. She had peed herself in front of her best friend, she peed herself at the movies for the first time in her life, and now she just yelled at her mom for trying to help. She wanted to know where it all went wrong but already knew the answer. It was the damn bracelet, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Frustrated, Lise began trying to rip the thing off of her gain. It refused to budge. Only adding to her anger. She started smacking it, tears flooding down her face. "Come off, come off. Why won't you just come off?" she whispered to herself. Defeated, she let her hand fall to her side as she stared at the bathroom ceiling. Her wrist rubbed raw from her efforts to remove the cursed jewelry. 

Suddenly, Lisa felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw a text from Sarah.

Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?"

"Fuck! What am I going to do? They're gone. They turned into that stupid pull-up."

Lisa felt stuck. She didn't have an answer. Sarah wouldn't believe her if she told her they became a pull-up. That didn't work. She couldn't say she kept them; otherwise, why would she go home without underwear?

Lisa: "Sorry, my clumsy ass managed to rip them somehow when I took them off. I ended up throwing them out. I'll get you a new pair, I promise!"

"Really? That's the best you can come up with. She is never going to buy that. I'm screwed."

Sarah: "Hey, no worries. Happens all the time. I honestly buy these things dirt cheap, so it happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. Have a good night."

"She bought that?"

Lisa: "Thanks, Sarah, for today. I promise I'll be less weird the next time we meet."

Sarah: "Don't sweat it. It was still fun today."

With one matter taken care of, Lisa still wanted to be frustrated at her mom. She couldn't believe her mom would do such a thing, but on the other hand, what should she expect? Her mom was just being a mom. After sitting there for a few moments, Lisa got up from the floor and went to the bathroom counter to set aside her clothes. She stripped and took a shower, hoping to wash away the day's junk. 

She stood in the shower for twenty to thirty minutes, enjoying the hot, steamy water washing away all her worries. Finally, she left the shower and used the toilet, happy that she got some urine out before bed. Getting dressed in her softest nightgown and comfortable underwear, Lisa left the bathroom, looking forward to a better tomorrow. 

Feeling guilty about the argument, Lisa went over to the couch to confront her mom. She wanted to apologize for the way she acted. But she saw her mom had her back towards her and looked sound asleep. Not wanting to make things worse for the night, Lisa opted to just chat with her again in the morning. It wasn't worth the additional stress on her mom. 

 

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Chapter 12: Morning Surprise

 

Lisa lay in her bed; her room was cold still from the night's sleep. Her bed was so warm, cozy, and inviting. It basically spoke to her to stay in bed all day. She knew she couldn't, but what would be the harm in another five minutes? Stretching lazily, she reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand, only to recoil as she slightly exposed her legs to the cold air. She felt the breeze on her skin; it was chilling. But it was chilling in a different way. 

Lisa tried to brush it off, and adjusted her blanket, but she noticed the feeling didn't go away. It felt like she was damp. "What the...?" Lisa's heart sank as she realized what had happened. This was the first morning she woke up without a screaming need to pee. Her eyes got huge in shock. She pulled back the covers to reveal the evidence of her accident.

"No, no, no!" Lisa's frustration boiled over as she stared at the wet fabric surrounding her. She had completely soaked her bed. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. It's been years since she last wet the bed, so far back she couldn't remember. "You have got to be shitting me," she spoke slowly, lifting up her wrist to look at the bracelet. "You did this, didn't you?" she asked the  Bracelet as if it were alive. 

With a heavy sigh, Lisa swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling defeated before the day began. She glanced down at her wrist, where the cursed bracelet sparkled innocently, mocking her with its twisted power.

"I hate you," Lisa muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with bitterness as she reached to unclasp the bracelet from her wrist. But, as always, it remained stubbornly in place, refusing to yield to her desperate attempts to rid herself of its cursed influence.

Grimacing with frustration, Lisa set about cleaning up the mess and changing her sheets. She stripped the bed, tossing the soiled sheets into a pile in the corner of the room. "This is so embarrassing." Lisa couldn't help but give herself a facepalm. "I've got to get this thing figured out. The pull-up didn't show up again, so there has to be something causing it to appear." Lisa felt stumped. She didn't know why her underwear turned into a pull-up sometimes, yet yesterday at the coffee shop, and now this morning, they didn't.

Lisa opened her dresser drawer to get some new underwear for the day. As she reached for a pair, she noticed the large open space where the package of pull-ups were. Her heart sank as she thought about last night and the conversation with her mom. She just yelled at her mom about not needing them, and yet she peed her bed. Maybe her mom was right in getting them for her, but she wasn't about to admit that.

Lisa grabbed herself a clean pair of underwear, leaving only one left. "I really need to get laundry done." Lisa looked back at her pile of soaked bedding. "Well, if I wasn't going to do it before, I sure am now." She sighed reflecting on how wild these last few days had been. She needed to get this thing under control, before she did something she couldn't recover from.

Lisa cracked open her bedroom door, trying to see if she could hear her mom. 

"Please don't be awake."

Lisa couldn't tell. It seemed like the coast was clear. With her clothes in hand, she quietly snuck out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. If her mom was asleep she didn't want to wake her. The last thing Lisa wanted to deal with was talking to her mom about bed-wetting issues. 

Carol heard Lisa open her door. She wanted to greet her this morning and apologize for last night. She hoped that Lisa had a chance to calm down and wasn't so flustered. She turned the corner and looked down the hallway. Lisa had her back toward her, closing her door slowly. Carol was about to say something when she noticed Lisa was trying to be sneaky. Narrowing her eyes, she saw Lisa's current state.

"Oh my. She is having nighttime trouble. Her nightgown is soaked. Now I feel worse. She likely wouldn't have felt so self-conscious about wearing one last night if she had gotten them herself." Carol wanted to go and reassure her daughter. She could only imagine how embarrassed she must be. "... I... should probably just give her some space. Let her get cleaned up first. I'm sure she'll ask for the pull-ups again if she really wants them, but just to be safe, I'll offer to take them back to the store today after breakfast." Carol ducked back into the kitchen. She kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert Lisa that she was awake.

Lisa turned around, tip-toeing her way toward the bathroom. She was grateful she was going to be able to get in there without her mom seeing her. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door just as quietly as she did her bedroom. "Thank God! I didn't wake her". Lisa felt a wave of relief hit her. She quickly began her morning routine, not wanting to be in her gross pajamas any longer than she had to. 

Lisa felt refreshed as she stepped out of the steaming shower. She knew she had a busy day ahead of her. She needed to get laundry done so she could have more clean underwear, she needed to figure out how the stupid bracelet worked with the pull-ups, and she had her date with Craig later tonight.

"Shit! I have a date with Craig. How am I going to get everything done?  I can't experiment with peeing myself to get the pull-ups to show up with my mom around... ugh! why does everything have to be so hard!" Lisa got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She would mainly be lounging around the house until she met up with Craig, so she wanted to be cozy while taking care of the apartment.

*Ding*

Craig: "Morning, beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight."

Craig's message put a smile on Lisa's face. She really liked this guy. He was such a charmer. She felt like she might have met the perfect guy for her. Now, if only she was confident she wouldn't blow it because of this weird magic that's been affecting her life. 

"Should I call off our date until I get this thing figured out?" Lisa stared at the Bracelet. "That might be never." She knew she had no way to tell how long it would affect her life. If she folded now, there was a chance it would never go away. If Craig really was the one for her, then he would be open to her, no matter what. "I mean, what's the worst that happens? He finds me in a wet pull-up?" The thought sent a shiver down her spine. "That's...fine... plenty of women pee themselves." She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't working. The more she thought about the situation, the worse she felt.

Lisa: "Can't wait! I got the perfect dress for tonight. 😉" She hit send before she could talk herself out of going on a date.

"What did I just do?" 

Lisa gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom and grabbed the basket she used to collect the clothes for laundry day. Feeling relaxed and glad her mom hadn't caught her, Lisa opened the bathroom door and entered her bedroom to collect the soaked bedding. She felt her mom wouldn't have had any idea about what was happening, so she would be safe to go about without any issues.  Lisa entered the kitchen to see her mom had already cooked breakfast. 

"Wow, this is amazing. Thanks mom." Lisa felt warmed by her mother's gesture. She didn't expect anything from her, outside of the occasional ride here and there. She honestly thought after the conversation they had last night, that her mom would have given her the cold shoulder or something.

"It's my pleasure, darling. I told you, while I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to make the best of it." Carol smiled. She wanted to help out Lisa. She knew having bladder issues this early in life must have been incredibly hard. She didn't want to be a burden, and if she could help by simply cooking a meal, she would. "Is there anything I could help you with today?"

"This is perfect! I could ask her to run some errands, and then she'll be out of my hair while I experiment. But, what do I have her do?"

"Umm... I need to get some laundry done. The dryer in my unit is broken, so if you could take my clothes to the laundry mat and get them dried, that would be great!" Lisa felt bad about lying to her mom about the dryer, but it was the easiest thing she could do to get her out of the house. "I have a date with Craig later tonight, so I won't be home for dinner... Or the night." Lisa blushed slightly with a playful smile. "So don't wait up for me."

"Oh?!" Carol hadn't heard much about Craig other than he seemed like a good guy. She knew they had been dating for a while, but it still seemed strange to her. Hearing that her adult daughter was going to spend the night at another man's house. She felt like she would never be ready for Lisa to be grown-up. Seeing her run her own life and have her own relationships still felt weird to her.

"Umm... Yeah, I can do that for you. Do you want to pop your load into the wash before we sit for breakfast?"

"Oh, yeah. That's a good idea." Lisa was grateful her mom took the bait. Now, she could focus on getting this magic pull-up thing figured out, and then she could go on her date worry-free. She quickly tossed her soaked laundry into the washing machine first; she didn't want to give her mom any chance to find out about the experiments she was planning. Nor did she want her to realize she was just piling lies on top of lies to her mom.

Lisa returned to the dining table, where she got lost in thought while eating breakfast with her mom."How am I going to test this thing?" Lisa was playing with the bracelet around her wrist."I mean I can drink a ton of water and stuff, but without getting any signs that I need to go, I won't know when to try. Plus, my bladder can hold a lot, so this might take forever. I could make a wish... but that hasn't been working out in my favor, and I don't even know what I did to get to this point." Lisa couldn't help but flash back to Thursday, the ride home on the bus, desperate to pee, and making the stupid wish. "I wonder if there is something I can do to increase my need to pee, without magic? Doctors, I bet, know of something." Lisa pulled out her phone and did a quick internet search. "What can make you pee more often"

Nothing good came up on the results. She just saw symptoms. Things like UTIs, or drinking caffeine. She was already drinking a coffee with breakfast, but there had to be some type of medicine that doctors use. She changed her search "What medicine makes you pee"

"Jackpot! Diuretics. I wonder if I can get those delivered?" 

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Carol asked, seeing her daughter engrossed in her phone. She could see a concentrated look on Lisa's face mixed with confusion. It was as if Lisa was trying to understand something, but Carol had no clue as to what it was.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I just needed to look something up real quick." Lisa was caught off guard by her mom's question. She set her phone aside on the table and took another sip of her coffee. She hoped the coffee would help in her plans. She didn't intend to be rude toward her mom; she just needed a solution, and she needed one soon. 

"Okay?" Carol didn't quite buy what Lisa was telling her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lisa was hiding something. "While I'm out, can I pick you up anything from the store?"

Lisa's eyes widened. She didn't want to tell her mom about the diuretics; she had intended to order them using a grocery delivery service. "I don't think so. I won't be around much today and just need a ride home from work tomorrow." Lisa didn't want her mom anywhere around her as she tried to understand the magic that was currently affecting her. "I'm bringing an overnight bag with me. Craig is going to give me a ride to work in the morning. So just getting laundry done honestly would be a huge help, I only got one pair of underwear left, which I'm bringing with me." 

"I can do that. Do you need me to pick you up some more? I was thinking I could take those nighttime underwear back to the store and get a refund for them. So it wouldn't be an inconvenience." Carol might have known that Lisa had an accident last night, but she didn't want to bring any attention to it. She hoped Lisa would be willing to open up about her struggles.

Lisa blushed, thinking about the state she had woken up in this morning. "Nah, it's okay. Don't worry about returning that 'nighttime underwear' either. You don't have to take it back if you don't want to." Lisa didn't want them, but if she wanted to experiment properly, having a few variables would help her better understand the magic affecting her. 

"Are you sure? I really don't mind. I'm going to be out anyway." Carol tried to act surprised. She was glad to hear Lisa suggest keeping them, even if she wouldn't come out straight and ask for them to stay.

"Yeah, seriously, don't worry about it. Where did you put them anyway?" Lisa wanted to act as casually as possible. She had a feeling her mom was catching on, but there was no way she would openly admit that she wanted her mom to leave them. Admitting she might actually need them would be the most embarrassing thing. 

"I left them leaning up against the couch." Carol wanted to leave them where Lisa could have easily grabbed one last night. She knew Lisa likely wouldn't, but giving her daughter the chance made the most sense.

"Oh, okay, great. Thanks," Lisa got up from the table and quickly cleaned up after breakfast. Just as she got the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the washer machine shut off. She rushed over and placed the load into a basket for her mom to take. "Okay, mom, laundry is ready for you." Lisa wanted to get her mom out of the house as soon as possible. She kept getting a notification from her grocery delivery service on updates to her order and how far out it was. 

"Oh? You don't want to wash the rest of your clothes here?" Carol was a little put-off. She felt that Lisa wanted her out of the house as soon as possible, but she had no idea why. They seemed to be getting along fine this morning, so what was the rush? 

"Umm... I don't want to hold you up. Besides, I got a ton of... stuff I need to work on here." Lisa realized how her actions might have seemed. She wanted her mom out, but even she knew she was acting weird. 

"Um.. okay, I guess I'll get ready then." Carol felt a little hurt. She wanted to help her daughter, but this wasn't how she thought it would go. 

"Thanks, mom. You're the best." Lisa didn't want to hurt her mom, but she was running out of time. The tracker on her phone said the person would be here in 5 minutes. She took the basket of laundry out to her mom's car, walking with her, as she rushed her to leave. "Do you need anything else?" Lisa asked, she was clearly distracted.

"I don't think so unless you changed your mind about the nighttime underwear?" Carol wanted to check one last time. She didn't want Lisa to keep them if she really didn't want to.

"Umm..." Lisa felt trapped. She didn't want to admit to wanting to keep them. But she also needed them, so telling her mom to take them back out only make things more complicated. "Yeah, don't sweat it, I can donate it at work, we are doing a kids drive for like a foster home" Lisa knew she was lying, but at this point she was willing to do anything to get out of this awkward conversation.

"Oh! That's nice of you. Should I pick up some more then?" Carol wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but she did know her company did things like that, and she had no problem getting some extra stuff to make those kids life easier. Besides, the size was way too big for most of the kids that might need them. 

"No!" Lisa practically shouted. She was already embarrassed that her mom had bought a pack in the first place. "I mean, don't worry about it; I already gave a bunch of stuff last week," Lisa blushed at this point. Her lie was going to backfire on her, she knew it, but that didn't matter; she could always come up with other excuses and give a donation if it helped her story.

"Oh. Okay, well I guess if you don't need anything else, I'll be on my way then." Carol was shocked by Lisa's reaction. She wasn't normally someone who would shy away from giving more things away. It was pretty clear at this point that she was hiding something, but they had already ended things last night on a bad foot, starting the next day on one, when she wasn't likely to see her for the rest of the day, sounded like a bad idea. So, she decided not to push the subject any further. 

"Yeah, I'm good, I'll see you tomorrow" Lisa quickly slinked back into her apartment, avoiding making eye contact with her mom. She felt horrible treating her mom this way, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. Lisa snuck over to the window, and watched as her mom drove off. 

Lisa let out a huge sigh of relief. She was grateful her mom was quick. It was perfect timing, too; within moments of her mom driving off, Lisa got a notification notifying her that her driver was there. She stepped away from the window and went to meet the driver out in the parking lot when she heard a knock at the door. It was her order.

"Thank you!" She grabbed the items from the driver, giving him a small $5 tip for picking her up a set of unconventional items: a bottle of diuretics and a new pack of women's underwear. She closed the door and leaned up against it. 

"I can't believe I'm about to do this." Lisa was nervous at the thought of intentionally peeing herself repeatedly just to see what would happen. The idea sounded like the most idiotic thing, but what other option did she have? Placing another wish could just make things worse. She had a date tonight, and if she didn't have at least some idea of how this thing worked, she would risk looking like a fool in front of Craig and a restaurant full of fancy people. 

 

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11 hours ago, Jjthepotaytay said:

Great chapter! If you don't mind me asking, how come you published it on Tuesday instead of Sunday?

Hi there!

I’m glad you enjoyed it. 
 

I aim for Sunday, I actually have it set to automatically publish on Wattpad, but sometimes forget to update the stories on here until later. 
 

I’ve had some interesting life changes that’s been keeping me a little occupied. Plus my mother in law was staying with us this last weekend, so I avoided working on stories, and these sites while she was here. 

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Chapter 13: Experiments

 

"This is stupid. I've lost my mind." Lisa held the two diuretic pills in her hand, with a cup of coffee in the other. "I can't believe I am about to do this to myself." She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, and then in one quick motion swallowed the two pills along with the remainder of her coffee.

"Okay, here we go I guess." Lisa went over to the table, pulled out a notepad, and pen. She knew in order for her to fully understand how this magic worked, she'd need to take notes on what the different outcomes were. 

"Let's see, I guess first up is..." She looked back down at her waist to confirm what she was wearing. 

* Shorts + Undies:

She wrote on the piece of paper. Starting to create a bulleted list to keep track of everything.

"Let's see, then I guess we need to confirm what happened yesterday.

* Skirt + Undies:

* Dress + Undies

* Jeans + Undies:

* Yoga pants + Undies:

"Shoot, I don't know if I'll have enough time to test all of these." Lisa looked at the clock and saw it was already 10 am. Her date was in 8 hours; would that be enough time to test everything, get ready, and arrive at the restaurant on time?

She tore off the list of scenarios, and set it aside, opting to streamline her list to the most important items. 

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies:

* Jeans + Pull-up:

"There, that should at least get me through today, and tomorrow." She stood up from the table feeling slightly proud of herself for coming up with the highest priority items first, then it dawned on her that she was already wearing shorts, it would be a waste to no include them on the list. "Fine, one more."

* Shorts + Undies:

She grabbed the list, and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a caffeinated soda from the fridge. The sooner she had to pee the better. She chugged it down semi-quickly and filled up a water bottle. 

"I am so going to regret this." Lisa was worried about what she was doing. Having accidents over the last few days was already humiliating, but now she was setting herself up to do it several times in a row intentionally. It was like she was asking to be humiliated. But she knew that if she couldn't get this solved, it was only going to keep ruining her personal life and, if she wasn't careful, the lives of those around her. 

Lisa retrieved a small decorative water fountain she got from a Christmas gift exchange from her closet and retreated to the bathroom. She plugged in the fountain, allowing the slight sound of water to begin flowing. She hoped the sound and the fact she was in the bathroom would help her feel the need to go more often so she could get through her rounds of testing. 

With no urges present yet, Lisa made her way back to her bedroom, and grabbed a few outfits for her experiments. She grabbed a cute sundress, the pack of underwear, the pull-ups, and two pairs of jeans, just in case she managed to wet one of them. She hoped that she would just wet them. At least then it would be consistent, then she could talk to a doctor about getting some help.

Lisa set the clothes over on the bathroom counter as she entered the shower ready to make her first attempt. She didn't have any urges to pee yet, but she also hadn't gone at all this morning besides when she was sleeping, so now was her chance. Given that she already had a full cup of coffee and that soda, there had to be something in there by now. 

She focused as hard as she could to get her bladder to let go. She couldn't tell if it was working or not. Then she suddenly felt it, her groin area started to feel wet. Lisa quickly looked down to see if her underwear had changed into the pull-up like it had done so many times before. 

To her dismay, they didn't, she saw a large wet spot growing between her legs, going only a short distance, as it reached the end of the leg holes. Lisa felt both relieved and frustrated. She was happy her underwear didn't change into a pull-up, but frustrated not understanding why. 

She stepped out of the shower and removed her wet clothes; stepping towards the counter, she pulled out her piece of paper.

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies:

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

"Well, I guess that solves that question. But now, I need to see if it'll happen with my jeans. It has worked on sweatpants and my suit, so it should. But I was also around other people, so this should give me some idea as to whether it's what I am wearing or if it's where I am wearing it." Lisa tried to approach the subject with a sense of discovery, like some sort of detective. She had to solve this mystery. Otherwise, she risked making a fool of herself while at Craig's tonight. 

She took a few large swigs of water as she put on a fresh pair of underwear and jeans. She felt like it was going to take a little bit before the water made it's way to her bladder, along with the rest of the soda, so Lisa decided she could make herself another coffee, and watch a little TV to try and relax. 

Lisa sat on the couch, sipping away at her coffee, fitting in large gulps of water in between, trying to rush the process and force her body to pee again. She had only watched one episode of the latest drama before she made her way back to the bathroom shower to try round two. As she walked toward the bathroom, she took note of the time; 11:30, she had already lost an hour and a half; she only had 6 hours and 30 minutes until she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. 

"I might be able to get through the main ones I need to today. I've already lost an hour and half, and still have four more experiments to try. If I can manage to pee now, that'll leave me with three left. If each one takes an hour and I half, I'll be done in four and a half hours. That should work perfectly."

Lisa stepped into the shower again, it was time to see if it had to do with her clothes, or if it was where she was peeing. She focused her efforts on her bladder again, trying to get it to release, even though she couldn't tell how full it was. She managed to let go a lot easier then when she first tried, feeling a warmth and dampness spread in her groin area. Lisa opened her eyes, and looked down at her pants to see if they were getting wet, or if the pull-up showed up this time. 

"Yes!" Lisa shouted, her pants remained dry. She was starting to get some clues to how this thing worked. But, the celebration was short-lived, as she realized that not only was she down another pair of underwear now, but she also was wearing a Child's training garment. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the shower removed her jeans, and pulled off the soaked pull-up. It was rather heavy, clearly getting close to its limit. Lisa tossed the soiled pull-up in the trash and proceeded to change into her next outfit. This time, she wanted to know what would happen in a dress. 

She took off her shirt, replaced her underwear, and put on the dress. It was a casual sundress, but definitely over the top for just chilling at home. She didn't have much of an option though, she needed to wait for her bladder to fill up again before she could try again. Before she left the bathroom, she marked down her results on the piece of paper she brought in with her to keep track of everything.

* Dress + Undies:

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

Lisa knew another coffee would be pushing her luck. Having three already so early in the day would likely make for a rough night. Instead, she refilled her water bottle and grabbed another soda, chugging it down quickly and returning to the couch for another round of shows. 

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Lisa got a little caught up in the moment watching her shows, completely forgetting to check on the time or about her experiments as she watched the latest drama, getting sucked into the show, not wanting to miss a moment as the next episode started playing automatically. 

Suddenly, in the middle of her third episode, she felt her bladder scream at her, breaking her from her trance of show-watching.

"Shit!" She shot up off the couch and ran toward the bathroom, briefly looking at the clock, seeing that it was already 2:30; she managed to lose track of time for three hours. Just as she closed the bathroom door, she felt she was too late, she wasn't able to make it to the shower in time, she stubbled forward getting in another step or two, but the splashing sound her urine made as it hit the tile floor in the bathroom, was enough of a sound to tell her it was already too late. 

Lisa held her head in shame. She was trying to pee herself, but she wanted to do it on her terms. This wasn't what she had in mind. 

"Shit... only have time for one more try. Then I have to get ready. I guess I should try the dress with a Pull-up. I need to know if that'll at least work if I go out in dresses later." Lisa knew she was low on time, but after confirming that pants would create a pull-up, or at least jeans would, but dresses wouldn't got her wondering, what would happen if she wore some form of pants under her dress or skirt. Would that work?

Not wanting to waste more time, than she already had, Lisa quickly removed her soaked underwear, tossing them into the dirty laundry pile, along with her shorts and other underwear from earlier. She opened up the package of pull-ups her mom had bought, staring at them briefly, hating the thought that she was about to willingly put one on. 

She didn't want to make a mistake like she did before, so this time, she set a timer on her phone for 90 minutes. She was determined to finish this last experiment before she had to get ready. She took several more gulps of water, hoping it would reach her bladder before her timer went off, giving her a chance to ensure the pull-ups would stick around if she did need to start wearing them.

Lisa didn't want to get distracted again, so instead of watching TV again, she opted to start getting things ready for tonight. She grabbed a backpack from her closet, putting in a few things she would need for the night and for the next morning, including a new pair of clothes. She opted to go for pants, she felt they were likely to be the safest move for now until she figured out what other options she had. She only wanted to wear a dress if she had to, unless the pull-up thing worked out, but even then, it would have to depend on the dress. 

The low cut on the back of her dress she was planning on wearing tonight would have risked showing off the pull-up; instead of risking it, she'd rather wear underwear. At least if those got shown off, it might be considered a little sexy. The thought made her feel a little warm on the inside. A little maturity after all that had happened so far this week. She was a little bummed out that most of her underwear was gone now, in the laundry with her mom, meaning she didn't have a matching set.

Lisa placed a nightgown into the bag as well, just in case she had a chance to change into it before going to sleep. She wanted everything to look perfect for their date tonight, as she setup her makeup to do after her shower and getting cleaned up. There was no way she was going to let anything ruin her night with Craig. They both had crazy schedules, so finding a time to go out for a date felt like mission impossible, but they managed to land on tonight, even though Lisa had work the next morning, it was worth it. 

Time practically flew by as Lisa got ready, before she knew it, her phone alarm was going off. She was startled for a brief moment, after getting caught up in getting ready. She got up and went into the bathroom, stood in the shower, and tried to let go of her bladder. She stood there, focusing as hard as she could, but nothing was happening. 

"Come on! This isn't fair" Lisa was frustrated about the situation. She waited an hour and half like she did the first time this morning, but nothing happened. "Ugh! I don't have time for this." Frustrated, Lisa stripped down so she could take a shower and get the urine off of her from the different experiments she did.

 

 

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Chapter 14: Getting Ready

 

Lisa stepped out of the shower, she was happy to be clean again after peeing herself twice in the day. She was annoyed that her last attempt didn't seem to work, but she was running out of time and needed to start getting ready for her date. Her makeup, and hair would take a moment to get perfect.

As she dried herself off, her eyes caught a glimpse of the pull-ups on the counter. "Should I try again while I get ready?" the thought almost sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined herself forgetting to take it off and having people at the restaurant laugh at her while she sat down to eat dinner with Craig. She knew it was a bad idea, but she needed answers. 

Lisa looked at the list she left on the counter next to the pull-ups. She realized she never marked down the results of the dress with underwear. She grabbed her pen and updated the list.

* Dress + Undies: No Pull-up

* Dress + Pull-up:

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

"Fuck... I have to at least try for one more time." Lisa hated the situation she was in. She only had 2 hours left before she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. She knew it would be a 20-minute drive, so realistically she only had an hour and a half if she wanted to account for the time it took for the ride-share car to arrive. 

Lisa slid on the still dry pull-up she was wearing before she took the shower, threw on her sun dress again, and headed toward her bedroom to finish getting ready. She worked on her makeup, making sure each detail was perfect, next was her hair, time was slowly ticking by as she worked on making herself look perfect for the evening. She wanted to look drop-dead gorgeous. She didn't have too many occasions in her life where she could dress up like this, but she also knew Craig lived at a slightly higher life style than she was used to as well.

Craig was extremely successful in his industry. She had no idea how much he made, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in the upper class when it came to income. The reviews and the restaurant website spoke volumes to that. From what Lisa could tell doing research online, the place had a six-month waiting list. You couldn't get in this place unless you planned ahead, or knew someone, and as far as Lisa could tell, it was because Craig knew someone.

Looking in the mirror in her bedroom, Lisa closely inspected her hair, and makeup, ensuring it was just the way she wanted it for this evening. "Perfect!" Lisa was satisfied with the progress she had made. She looked up at the clock. She only had 40 minutes left before she needed to be picked up. Lisa pulled out her phone and scheduled a pickup to arrive in 35 minutes, giving them a buffer incase they hit traffic, and to give the app enough time to find a driver. 

Lisa stood up, and was about to remove her sundress when she remembered. She still had to try the experiment again. To see what would happen if she tried to pee herself while wearing the pull-up and in a dress, what would happen? She assumed that the pull-up would just stay there and soak up the accident, but she had to be sure. If it could change her underwear into a pull-up, what would stop it from turning a pull-up into underwear? Was the magic truly a curse, and actually instead of protecting her, would it intentionally humiliate her?

Lisa walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower; she felt her heart racing out of her chest. She was so nervous to intentionally try and pee inside of a child's potty training garment. The idea sounded crazy, and the fact she was about to do it on purpose only made things worse. 

Lisa closed her eyes, focusing as hard as she could on releasing her bladder, hoping to pee herself now before she was out on her date. At least having an empty bladder would help save her, she would just need to be mindful to use it again before they left the restaurant and before she fell asleep. If she could do that, she should be safe from embarrassment, right?

Lisa felt the pull-up starting to sag and swell up. She opened her eyes and had a huge smile on her face as she moved her dress around lightly, trying to see if she was leaking or if the urine was running down her legs. She was shocked to see neither was happening; the pull-up seemed to have stayed and absorbed the urine. Lisa lifted up her dress to confirm. Seeing the soaked garment made Lisa feel giddy. As much as she hated being in pull-ups, she hated peeing herself like a child even more. 

"Yes! Finally" Lisa felt she was starting to gain an understanding on how the magic affecting her and her life worked. She stepped out of her shower with a bit of pep in her step as she walked over to the counter excited to write down the results on her piece of paper tracking everything.

* Dress + Undies: No Pull-up

* Dress + Pull-up: No change

* Jeans + Undies: Pull-up

* Jeans + Pull-up:

* Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up

Lisa knew she would have to do several more experiments before she could say for sure she knew how the magic already affecting her life had worked. 

*Ding*

Lisa looked over at her phone; she saw a text from Craig, a notification from the ride-share app, and the time. She only had 20 minutes left until she needed to be in the car and on the road. She unlocked her phone to read the notifications.

Craig: "See you soon beautiful. 😘"

Her eyes, then caught a glimpse of the ride-share notification before she could even fully register how warm Craig's message made her feel.

"Driver canceled, finding new driver"

Lisa felt frustrated. She intentionally requested the ride ahead of time so this wouldn't happen, and now it looked like she was going to be late if she couldn't get a new driver soon. Rolling her eyes, she opened the app and went to look at what other options she might have. She was about to contact support, or try another one of the apps hoping that would work fast, but then she remembered she still needed to get changed. 

"Ugh! Not now, not today. Why can't things just go my way." Then it hit her, she did have a magical bracelet. When she wished she didn't need to take the bus, her mom offered to drive her around. Lisa didn't want her mom to drive her, not this time. She initially paid for a nicer car to drive her to her date. But that didn't mean she couldn't make a wish. 

Lisa knew she needed to get a move on, the longer she waited, the more likely it was she was going to be late. She wasn't sold on the idea of using a wish, not yet. She wanted to wait until this got a little closer, see if maybe the universe would just work itself out and she wouldn't need to. Still in the bathroom, she slid off the pull-up, tossing it in the trash, grabbed her extra clothes back into her bedroom, and tossed them on her bed as she grabbed the dress she picked out for the evening. 

It was a beautiful red dress, with a v-cut on the back, stopping just above her tailbone, leaving most of her back fully exposed. She wasn't going to be able to wear a bra with this dress, but that was fine with her. This dress was all about showing off for Craig. The shoulder straps were no wider than 3 inches, leaving her arms and shoulders just as exposed as her back. The dress had a slightly more modest front; the neckline was just enough to show off some cleavage without being too deep and exposing. She wanted sexy but with taste, and felt this dress was the perfect fit. 

Lisa slipped on a pair of the sexiest underwear she had left, which at this point was just a solid black pair of silky panties. She stepped into her dress, making sure she had it fitted perfectly in place, not accidentally exposing herself in any unintended or inappropriate way. She hadn't worn the dress all that much, but each time she did put it on, felt shocked as to how well it still fit her, and how good she looked in it. She paid some attention to her figure, but never obsessed over it, and somehow it always worked out in her favor. 

Satisfied with the look, she slipped on her heels, checking herself once again now wearing her heels. Making sure that her underwear wasn't on full display for everyone to see. The only person she hoped would be seeing those tonight was Craig. Lisa grabbed her bag she prepped. It wasn't a sexy purse; she wished it was. Instead, she had to go for a slightly more backpack style. It would cover a part of her back, taking away from the look, but some people might still find it attractive. The bag was clearly meant to be more of a fashion bag. It couldn't fit a lot, but she really just needed it to cover the morning.

Lisa pulled out her phone, hoping to see the ride-share was there, or close to arriving. Instead, she saw the time was up; she was already at her 5-minute window, only having 25 minutes to get to the restaurant on time, with no driver on their way. No one accepted the ride. 

"Ugh! This is so unfair!" She paused for a moment, she knew she had to make a wish if she wanted to get there on time, but she had to be careful. She didn't want the wish to ruin someone else's life, like what happened to her mother. She cared so much for people that the very thought had her wanting to swear off ever placing another wish again, stuck with the reality she was in. 

"It's okay... This shouldn't back fire..." She was so worried to say her wish. She got in this place because of making wishes she didn't even know about, and the one she did intend to place, either didn't work, or made things worse. "I wish I wasn't late" Lisa closed her eyes, worried at what repercussions might take place with such a simple wish.

*Ding*

Confused, Lisa opened her eyes and looked at her phone. Apparently, a driver accepted the ride, and they must have been right around the corner, because they were already outside her apartment.

"I really hope this doesn't backfire." Lisa couldn't think of a way this could go wrong, but to be fair, she didn't expect a wish about not needing to ride the bus would result in her mom getting separated from her dad.

 

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On 5/15/2024 at 11:03 PM, Mittensmycat said:

You know, all this could end if she just asks for a bigger bladder. The wish that caused this was the "I wish I didn't have to pee so often," so if she had a bigger bladder to compliment that, she should be fine.

That's an interesting thought. 

In my mind, the result would be a larger bladder, but it would still run into the issue of waiting forever before notifying her. Leading to larger accidents.

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