Penny did not understand her mother sometimes. Sure, Penny loved dyeing Easter Eggs. She loved putting up Easter Decorations. And and she absolutely loved putting on an Easter dress when the time comes each year. What girl Penny’s age wouldn’t?
And yet, there was one thing about this whole situation that had Penny so confused she didn’t know what to do with herself. EAster was a wonderful time of year and all the various things associated with it made Penny happy. But this was a different situation for one particular reason.
“It’s December.”
No matter how many times she said it, Penny always got the same answer from her mother.
“Yes, but a lot of work goes into a magazine cover, sweetie,” her mother would say. “It can sometimes take as much as five months to prep. That’s why they shoot them so far in advance. And plus with Mimi away for the weekend she’ll have to be Photoshopped in later and that takes even more time.”
“Why couldn’t we all just wait for Mimi?” Penny was afraid to ask out loud.
Penny’s mom was a famous blogger. She was known across the internet for being a great homemaker, a great mother, and a great wife. Naturally a great internet blogger is being recognized in a print magazine’s special Easter issue.
Christmas was less than a month away, and instead of putting up the tree or setting out the lights, Penny spent the day making the house look like Jesus had just rose from the dead.
Penny looked at the pink flowers in her hands and felt miserable. She walked over to the window and reflected on her small town surroundings. She wanted to be out running and playing in the newly fallen snow.
Wearing a beautiful sundress wouldn’t be so difficult if it wasn’t below zero outside.
As the photography crew was setting up in the living room, Penny sat on the stairs with a coat on over her dress. Bored. She wanted nothing more for this day to be over
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.”
Penny leapt off the steps and ran to the front door. She pulled the door open and was engulfed by a gust of cold air. The wind surrounded Penny, prickling every surface of her exposed skin, right up to her most delicate areas. At that moment, Penny would’ve given someone a seven hundred dollars for a pair of jeans.
“Comin’ through,” a crewmember said as he carried some sort of contraption through the the doorway.
Penny closed the door and shivered.
“Alright, Mrs. Gaines,” a woman approached in a pantsuit, her eyes glued to an iPad. “We have a change of schedule.”
Penny’s mom approached the woman, trying not to break down at the sudden promise of unexpected change.
“What’s going on?” Nancy asked the lady from the magazine.
“Our Easter Bunny is running late, he got caught in traffic or something,” the lady from the magazine said. “So we’re going to move on and go back to the Easter segment after he gets here.”
“But we’re only doing an Easter segment,” Nancy said, “Right?”
The lady from the magazine looked down at her iPad. “Unless the memo go lost somewhere, I have us here for the April cover, At Home for Easter, and the January Product of the Year. You’re supposed to be promoting…. These.”
Nancy’s eyes widened when she saw what was on the screen. “Well I certain do have a history with that sort of thing.” She turned to Penny and said, “ Honey, we need to talk.”
And yet, there was one thing about this whole situation that had Penny so confused she didn’t know what to do with herself. EAster was a wonderful time of year and all the various things associated with it made Penny happy. But this was a different situation for one particular reason.
“It’s December.”
No matter how many times she said it, Penny always got the same answer from her mother.
“Yes, but a lot of work goes into a magazine cover, sweetie,” her mother would say. “It can sometimes take as much as five months to prep. That’s why they shoot them so far in advance. And plus with Mimi away for the weekend she’ll have to be Photoshopped in later and that takes even more time.”
“Why couldn’t we all just wait for Mimi?” Penny was afraid to ask out loud.
Penny’s mom was a famous blogger. She was known across the internet for being a great homemaker, a great mother, and a great wife. Naturally a great internet blogger is being recognized in a print magazine’s special Easter issue.
Christmas was less than a month away, and instead of putting up the tree or setting out the lights, Penny spent the day making the house look like Jesus had just rose from the dead.
Penny looked at the pink flowers in her hands and felt miserable. She walked over to the window and reflected on her small town surroundings. She wanted to be out running and playing in the newly fallen snow.
Wearing a beautiful sundress wouldn’t be so difficult if it wasn’t below zero outside.
As the photography crew was setting up in the living room, Penny sat on the stairs with a coat on over her dress. Bored. She wanted nothing more for this day to be over
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.”
Penny leapt off the steps and ran to the front door. She pulled the door open and was engulfed by a gust of cold air. The wind surrounded Penny, prickling every surface of her exposed skin, right up to her most delicate areas. At that moment, Penny would’ve given someone a seven hundred dollars for a pair of jeans.
“Comin’ through,” a crewmember said as he carried some sort of contraption through the the doorway.
Penny closed the door and shivered.
“Alright, Mrs. Gaines,” a woman approached in a pantsuit, her eyes glued to an iPad. “We have a change of schedule.”
Penny’s mom approached the woman, trying not to break down at the sudden promise of unexpected change.
“What’s going on?” Nancy asked the lady from the magazine.
“Our Easter Bunny is running late, he got caught in traffic or something,” the lady from the magazine said. “So we’re going to move on and go back to the Easter segment after he gets here.”
“But we’re only doing an Easter segment,” Nancy said, “Right?”
The lady from the magazine looked down at her iPad. “Unless the memo go lost somewhere, I have us here for the April cover, At Home for Easter, and the January Product of the Year. You’re supposed to be promoting…. These.”
Nancy’s eyes widened when she saw what was on the screen. “Well I certain do have a history with that sort of thing.” She turned to Penny and said, “ Honey, we need to talk.”
“Absolutely not.”
Penny had never wanted to scream at her mother more than she did right then. They were up in her room, sitting on her bed with the accursed product Penny was supposed to model.
“Sweetie, it’ll just be a few shots, no one will see your face.” Nancy tried to explain.
“Then why does it have to be me?” Penny asked, “Why can’t some actor come and do it.”
“Penny,” Nancy said, standing up and putting her foot down, “I am not asking. you have ten minutes to get downstairs and you better be wearing them, okay?”
Nancy didn’t wait for an answer as she headed out the door.
Penny fell back and held in a scream. She knew she just had to get it over with. She sat back up and looked at the opened package.
It wasn’t a diaper. Not technically. It was some weird offshoot meant to seem more big kid friendly. Penny used to see a lot of commercials for nighttime protection that claimed it “looked just like real underwear” but it really just looked like diapers.
Penny picked one up and held it in her hands. It didn’t just look like real underwear, it WAS real underwear. Inside was a plastic pouch that was supposed to hold the absorbent pad in place.
Penny unfolded the pad, it looked like a larger version of the ones they passed out during the special science class back in October, when the boys went into a different classroom. Even though there was no sticky side or velcro, the pad stayed in place.
Now came the hard part. Penny hadn’t put anything like this on in years, and she had been hating every single one of her former friends because of this stuff. And now she had to take off her underwear and put on a big kid diaper.
As Penny pulled the dreaded pants up her legs and secured them around her butt, she suddenly found herself in a familiar place. She threw off her sundress, goosebumps forming across her body due to the winter chill and the diaper thrill.
Penny looked in the mirror. This certainly wasn’t going to fool anyone at a sleepover. Sure, it looked like real underwear. But it also looked like she was wearing a diaper. It reminded her of how she used to wear Pull-Ups under her panties in kindergarten.
If someone saw the waistband of these poke out of pajama bottoms, they might not know the difference. But if you didn’t sit properly in a nightgown, there was no denying the diaper bulge.
Penny patted her own behind to see just how these new products held up compared to her memory. It felt more clothlike against her hand, but pressed against her bottom was the all to familiar padding.
Penny say directly down on her bed. She pressed against the front of the garment now. She sat in a way that created an optical illusion, where it looked just like her normal panties, but felt like a proper baby diaper.
Penny recoiled her hand. For a second, she felt like she was betraying everything she stood for. She had banished these horrible memories to the deepest depths of her mind. And when Emma and the others dug them up, she ended her friendship with all of them.
But now, Penny couldn’t help but sit back relive the feeling she had when she was six.
Penny remembered the security her Pull-Ups used to bring her, and the innocence she shared with them. She wasn’t a fan of them at the time, but they were certainly a better alternative to a very public and messy accident.
Penny remembered the first time she was able to wear underwear to school. She had gone five days without an accident, but found the pressure of going unprotected to be too much. She didn’t think she was going to have an accident, but the fact that, if she did, it would’ve been on display for everyone made her nervous.
It was still early in the school day when Penny’s nerves got the best of her and she flooded her light blue sweats. Everyone laughed at her. When she was taken to be changed, she found that her daily set of spare clothes included two pairs of Pull-Ups and no fresh underwear. Her mother didn’t even trust her to make it through the day.
Penny jumped again and let out a gasp. She didn’t understand why, but this horrible memory made her feel good. The feeling of being a little kid again in the most natural way had filled her every muscle at that moment.
Penny was starting to understand what Emma and the others had been up to.
Without even realizing it, Penny had placed both of her hands on the front of the garment, and had slowly been rubbing it. She wasn’t sure why the outside of the diaper felt good, but she was enjoying it more and more as every memory of wetting herself came rushing back to her.
She remembered wetting her pants, her bed, her Pull-Ups. Penny could vividly recall getting stuck in her snow suit, trapped in a tricky Halloween costume. She even remembered standing directly in front of the toilet and concentrating as she filled a Pull-Up in more ways than one. She didn’t know why she did that, maybe she was being rebellious.
Penny had blocked all of these memories, and now she had opened herself back up to them and didn’t want to think of anything else.
All of a sudden, Penny felt content. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but she knew for the moment that she was finished. SHe could feel her entire body shaking, her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode.
And then it happened.
So relaxed, so at peace, Penny involuntarily released her bladder for the first time in a very, very long time.
She briefly panicked, but soon found herself enjoying the warmth as it spread through the front of the Goodnite, down the middle and pooled in the back.
When everything had settled, Penny stood and assessed the damage. Looking in the mirror, they looked pretty much the same, albeit a bit rounder around the edges. It didn’t sag as much, and it certainly hadn’t leaked. Penny almost felt good about modeling for these now, since they were actually a great product.
Suddenly, Penny realized why she was wearing these in the first place. She panicked, this time for real, as she needed to figure out what to do.
The product in question was pretty discreet. If she was modeling anything else, she might have been able to hide it. However this time the cameras were being pointed directly at her butt and everyone was specifically looking at what she was wearing.
Penny quickly took it off, wiped herself down, and disposed of the soiled pad, now solid yellow and twice as big, at the bottom of the trashcan. She placed another pad in the pouch. Unless someone went looking for the other pad, she was in the clear. At that thought, Penny remembered that they said she was allowed to keep the products.
When this notion was first brought up, Penny thought she might just throw them away. But now Penny had different plans.
She wanted to get the photoshoot over with.
Because she desperately wanted to try that again.
Penny had never wanted to scream at her mother more than she did right then. They were up in her room, sitting on her bed with the accursed product Penny was supposed to model.
“Sweetie, it’ll just be a few shots, no one will see your face.” Nancy tried to explain.
“Then why does it have to be me?” Penny asked, “Why can’t some actor come and do it.”
“Penny,” Nancy said, standing up and putting her foot down, “I am not asking. you have ten minutes to get downstairs and you better be wearing them, okay?”
Nancy didn’t wait for an answer as she headed out the door.
Penny fell back and held in a scream. She knew she just had to get it over with. She sat back up and looked at the opened package.
It wasn’t a diaper. Not technically. It was some weird offshoot meant to seem more big kid friendly. Penny used to see a lot of commercials for nighttime protection that claimed it “looked just like real underwear” but it really just looked like diapers.
Penny picked one up and held it in her hands. It didn’t just look like real underwear, it WAS real underwear. Inside was a plastic pouch that was supposed to hold the absorbent pad in place.
Penny unfolded the pad, it looked like a larger version of the ones they passed out during the special science class back in October, when the boys went into a different classroom. Even though there was no sticky side or velcro, the pad stayed in place.
Now came the hard part. Penny hadn’t put anything like this on in years, and she had been hating every single one of her former friends because of this stuff. And now she had to take off her underwear and put on a big kid diaper.
As Penny pulled the dreaded pants up her legs and secured them around her butt, she suddenly found herself in a familiar place. She threw off her sundress, goosebumps forming across her body due to the winter chill and the diaper thrill.
Penny looked in the mirror. This certainly wasn’t going to fool anyone at a sleepover. Sure, it looked like real underwear. But it also looked like she was wearing a diaper. It reminded her of how she used to wear Pull-Ups under her panties in kindergarten.
If someone saw the waistband of these poke out of pajama bottoms, they might not know the difference. But if you didn’t sit properly in a nightgown, there was no denying the diaper bulge.
Penny patted her own behind to see just how these new products held up compared to her memory. It felt more clothlike against her hand, but pressed against her bottom was the all to familiar padding.
Penny say directly down on her bed. She pressed against the front of the garment now. She sat in a way that created an optical illusion, where it looked just like her normal panties, but felt like a proper baby diaper.
Penny recoiled her hand. For a second, she felt like she was betraying everything she stood for. She had banished these horrible memories to the deepest depths of her mind. And when Emma and the others dug them up, she ended her friendship with all of them.
But now, Penny couldn’t help but sit back relive the feeling she had when she was six.
Penny remembered the security her Pull-Ups used to bring her, and the innocence she shared with them. She wasn’t a fan of them at the time, but they were certainly a better alternative to a very public and messy accident.
Penny remembered the first time she was able to wear underwear to school. She had gone five days without an accident, but found the pressure of going unprotected to be too much. She didn’t think she was going to have an accident, but the fact that, if she did, it would’ve been on display for everyone made her nervous.
It was still early in the school day when Penny’s nerves got the best of her and she flooded her light blue sweats. Everyone laughed at her. When she was taken to be changed, she found that her daily set of spare clothes included two pairs of Pull-Ups and no fresh underwear. Her mother didn’t even trust her to make it through the day.
Penny jumped again and let out a gasp. She didn’t understand why, but this horrible memory made her feel good. The feeling of being a little kid again in the most natural way had filled her every muscle at that moment.
Penny was starting to understand what Emma and the others had been up to.
Without even realizing it, Penny had placed both of her hands on the front of the garment, and had slowly been rubbing it. She wasn’t sure why the outside of the diaper felt good, but she was enjoying it more and more as every memory of wetting herself came rushing back to her.
She remembered wetting her pants, her bed, her Pull-Ups. Penny could vividly recall getting stuck in her snow suit, trapped in a tricky Halloween costume. She even remembered standing directly in front of the toilet and concentrating as she filled a Pull-Up in more ways than one. She didn’t know why she did that, maybe she was being rebellious.
Penny had blocked all of these memories, and now she had opened herself back up to them and didn’t want to think of anything else.
All of a sudden, Penny felt content. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but she knew for the moment that she was finished. SHe could feel her entire body shaking, her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode.
And then it happened.
So relaxed, so at peace, Penny involuntarily released her bladder for the first time in a very, very long time.
She briefly panicked, but soon found herself enjoying the warmth as it spread through the front of the Goodnite, down the middle and pooled in the back.
When everything had settled, Penny stood and assessed the damage. Looking in the mirror, they looked pretty much the same, albeit a bit rounder around the edges. It didn’t sag as much, and it certainly hadn’t leaked. Penny almost felt good about modeling for these now, since they were actually a great product.
Suddenly, Penny realized why she was wearing these in the first place. She panicked, this time for real, as she needed to figure out what to do.
The product in question was pretty discreet. If she was modeling anything else, she might have been able to hide it. However this time the cameras were being pointed directly at her butt and everyone was specifically looking at what she was wearing.
Penny quickly took it off, wiped herself down, and disposed of the soiled pad, now solid yellow and twice as big, at the bottom of the trashcan. She placed another pad in the pouch. Unless someone went looking for the other pad, she was in the clear. At that thought, Penny remembered that they said she was allowed to keep the products.
When this notion was first brought up, Penny thought she might just throw them away. But now Penny had different plans.
She wanted to get the photoshoot over with.
Because she desperately wanted to try that again.