It was another cold and gloomy Thursday morning, as Emily woke up to the blaring screech of her alarm clock. Wet again, she noted, staring at her sheets with bleary eyes. It had been two months since Emily's bedwetting problem started and also two months since the 16-year-old had woken up to dry bedsheets. With today being the second to last day until winter break, the teen was bored out of her mind.
As she got up and changed her clothes, she felt a twinge of embarrassment for wetting the bed at her age. She was easily the most popular girl in her school, and was also extremely beautiful, with her childlike, yet simultaneously adult face and thin, petite build. If anyone at her school caught wind of her little issue, well... Suffice to say, her embarrassment would be a little more than a twinge.
After changing out of her wet pajamas and into her school uniform, she walked down the staircase and into their downstairs living room, where she began to prepare her breakfast. While eating her breakfast, her mother groggily walked down the staircase.
"Good morning, sweetheart. How were the sheets today?" she asked Emily.
"Fine, Mum," Emily responded, exasperated.
"Hmm, interesting," her mother responded knowingly.
Emily said nothing and continued eating her cereal.
"But then what was that spot I saw on your bed?" her mother said, questioning Emily, her voice growing frustrated.
At first Emily froze. And then she exploded. Yelling curse after curse at her mother, she picked up her school bag, wore her shoes, and stomped out of the house.
Her mother stared at her little girl in disbelief.
Something would need to change.
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Emily's Diapering
General FictionWhen hot-headed 16-year-old Emily starts wetting the bed again, her mother decides that her little girl desperately needs a reminder of her position in the family.
