Truth or Dare

Chapter 9

"Mrs. Taylor?" Anna said, knocking on the bathroom door and slowly walking in to see Emma and her mother standing face to face as the mother undid her child's pants. "Sorry to interrupt."
"It's fine, Anna." Emma's mom said. "I'm just helping Emma with her shorts. What do you need, dear?"
"Well, I was just thinking... since Emma had an accident, her bladder might be kind of weak, and maybe we should take some precautions, so she doesn't, you know... wet the bed?"
"That's very thoughtful of you Anna, but I'm sure Emma will be alright. She just needs to not let her friends distract her." The mother gave emphasis to the last part of that sentence to impress upon her daughter how silly it was that at 18 years old she didn't go to the bathroom because she was too busy playing.
This comment really stung Emma, knowing her mom saw her as a toddler in this moment rather than the adult woman she truly had become. But, her reputation was too important to her. She had to take this small, in house, embarrassment to keep from suffering the full on public humiliation her friends could unleash.
"I'm sorry, mom. It won't happen again." Emma said, blushing as Anna smiled in the doorway.
"I would hope not." Her mom laughed, clearly not too upset with Emma. She actually found the situation more amusing than she did disappointing. "Especially after that fit you threw in the store over me buying those pull-ups."
"Mooommm" Emma said through her teeth, not wanting to float the idea of training pants into Anna's head. Little did she know, that's what Anna was already working towards. She was just looking for a path there, and now she had one.
"Pull-ups?" Anna asked, trying to sound naive.
"Don't say anything, Anna" Mrs. Taylor said as she pulled Emma's pants down to her ankles as Emma just stood there red-faced. "Marah still wets the bed at night. I was buying her a new pack of pull-ups earlier and Emma nearly had a tantrum in the store over it, worried people would think they were for her."
"Aww, a tantrum?" Anna laughed.
"I know, right" the mom said. "That's not exactly the behavior you'd expect from a an 18 year old, but there we were. If people were to see her now, they would definitely think those were hers."
Emma was speechless. Her heart was racing and she had a giant lump in her throat. All she wanted was this embarrassing ordeal to be over with. As her mom pulled down her urine stained panties, Anna added another nail to the humiliation coffin Emma was lying in. It was the in she was looking for.
"Well, Mrs. Taylor, you know, sometimes people tend to regress when they're entering new phases of life. We're graduating in a couple weeks, and with this being our last slumber party and all, Emma might fall back into us being kids. I mean, we are treating this like our last hoorah. Lots of salty and sugary snacks, lots of soda, telling scary stories. It is kind of a recipe for a kid to, you know..." Anna leaned in to whisper the end of the sentence. "... wet the bed."
Emma started to shake with embarrassment, but her mother jumped in with what seems like a saving grace.
"Oh, no no no." Mrs. Taylor objected. "Emma was never a bedwetter. I don't think we have to worry about that."
"Really?" Anna questioned. "She never had the occasional accident? Even just once? I know when I was little there at least a couple of nights I drank just a little too much before bed, if you know what I mean." Anna hoped that embarrassing admission would be enough to convince Emma's mom that a nighttime accident was in the realm of possibility.
"Well, yes, Emma's not a complete stranger to wet jammies" The mom laughed, again. "And there was that little incident at Disney world a few years ago."
"Mom!" Emma shouted, not wanting her mom to bring that up. Anna just let out a quick snort of laughter at that antidote.
"If you girls do get too wrapped up in your childhood ways, I could see how an accident could happen, especially given Emma's current state. Maybe a pull-up wouldn't be such a bad idea. Just in case. What do you think, Em? Should we take some precaution?"
Standing there naked from the waste down, seeing the satisfaction grow on Anna's face, Emma wanted to argue. She wanted to point out how unnecessary such an idea was. She had not peed the bed since kindergarten. She hadn't truly peed her pants since the eighth grade. This was all just a big ploy by Anna to dethrone her as the queen of their social circle. But she couldn't fight it. One pee that Anna didn't like and Emma would go viral as a pants wetter. Anna gave her that look with her eyes that said play along, and Emma had no choice but to oblige.
"Just in case."