Truth or Dare

Chapter 13

"No, no, no." Anna objected. "I'm not wearing a pull-up."
"Sweetheart." Mrs. Taylor said, looking understanding."I don't want you to have an accident in your sleeping bag tonight, and you said it yourself, you girls might regress tonight. You peed the bed when you were little, you might pee the bed again. That's why Emma's wearing pull-ups, remember? Plus, I can tell by the urgency you rushed in here with, and the wet patch on your pants, that you clearly have trouble getting to the toilet in time."
Anna could not object at all to what Mrs. Taylor was saying. The logic made sense, but she had only said those things as a ploy to get Emma into trying pants, not herself. Her mind raced as the remains contents of her bladder rushed into the toilet, her facing turning red knowing Mrs. Taylor could hear her peeing at full force. She couldn't deny the wetness on her pants, or the fact that the drinks she was insisting they all consume to insure Emma would have a full bladder in the night were also taking a toll on her bladder. Her past bedtime incidents also weren't a lie as memories of her childhood bedwetting accidents flooded her thought.
Anna looked up at Mrs. Taylor with no words to say, just a look in her eyes that said "please, no."
"Sorry, honey." Mrs. Taylor said, handing the young adult the childish garment.
Anna reluctantly took the princess-patterned pull-up, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. She stood up from the toilet and pulled off her pants, reviling her damp underwear. As she stepped into the pull-up, she couldn't help but feel a sense of regression, as if she was being transported back to her younger years.
Mrs. Taylor assisted Anna in adjusting the pull-up, making sure it was snug but not uncomfortable. Anna couldn't help but blush, feeling a combination of comfort and humiliation.
"There you go, dear." Mrs. Taylor said reassuringly. "It's just for tonight, and you'll have peace of mind."
Anna mustered up a weak smile and pulled her pants back up, hiding her pull-up beneath them. She balled up her wet panties and shoved them into her pocket, feeling an intense shame that she actually was having an accident, and feeling even more shame that she now had to dawn a pull-up. Her plan was not going as planned, but she was still determined to make sure Emma would wet her trainers in the night. Now, she was also determined to make sure she kept hers dry.