Emma took the ten minutes of solitude she had as she showered to come to terms with what was about to happen, but no matter how much she tried to calm herself, she was still mortified with what waited for her on the other side of the shower curtain. Still though, at the moment she felt slight comfort standing in the steam. After all, the warm water running down her body was a lot more comforting than the warm stream pooling around her bottom not 30 minutes ago.
After she rinsed off all her shame, Emma shut off the water and braced herself for what came next. Once she pulled back the curtain, she was greeted by the most unpleasant sight. Sitting on top the toilet seat laid the bedtime attire her mom had picked out for her. Staring back at her was a two piece set of pajamas, much more childish than the ones she would have picked out for herself, and on top sat a pull-up diaper fresh from the pack. Emma had made such a big deal about her mom having to buy the package of trainers for her little sister, and now here she was having to wear the first one from the plastic. The irony weighed heavy on her.
Back in Emma's bedroom, the remaining girls were giggling with glee at how Anna's plan had progressed.Not of them had any actual ill will towards Emma, they were all truly her friends, but it was nice to see her fall from her high horse for once. Ever since elementary school, Emma was always the leader and everyone in the group had to follow. They always had to play the games she wanted play, go see the movies wanted to see, shop where she wanted to shop, eat where she wanted to eat, and, of course, every slumber party had to be held at her house with her activities. None of them every complained to her face, but behind her back, they all voiced their exhaustion at the situation. Anna was the only one to finally have the nerve to do anything about it.
That stunt had now accomplished satisfying the girls' desire to humble their peer. They were perfectly content with the knowledge that Emma would be spending the evening with a bedwetter's diaper beneath her pajamas. They didn't have to see it, or even acknowledge it was there. Just them knowing, and Emma's awareness of that was enough for them. They could all continue their slumber party as normal with just a bit more humility in their host. However, this plan did not account for Anna's jealousy. As the girls sat there laughing amongst themselves as they waited for their friend to return, Emma's phone began buzzing. Anna looked at it. It was Josh.
Anna didn't like the fact that josh was calling Emma. That must mean that he liked her. Anna had already made her effort to defuse that crush for her own personal gain. If that accusation she floated with the overnight pull-ups wasn't enough to deter the boy, then she couldn't resist throwing gasoline on the fire. Sure she told Emma if she played along she wouldn't send Josh the pics of her wet pants, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep up with the story she had already told him about Emma being a bedwetter. She hadn't intended too, but the situation was too perfect. She was going to make sure that's what Emma was.
"Hey, Josh" she said, answering the phone. "Emma can't talk right now, she's in the bathroom changing for bed." She was hoping that comment would trigger an imagine in his mind of Emma putting on her nighttime pull-ups. And it did. Josh's mind jumped straight to Emma wearing the princess training pants he rung up earlier in the day and sporting a pair of child-like pajamas.
"oh" he said.
His image wasn't far off from what the girl's saw when Emma re-entered the room.
"Oh, hey Emma." Anna said, holding out the cellphone to Emma. "Phone's for you."
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Truth or Dare
General FictionEmma can't stand the idea of people not thinking she's the coolest girl around, but Anna intends to use the final slumber party of their high school career as a chance to bring Emma down and expose her as a bedwetter. Whether it be the truth, or jus...