Truth or Dare

Chapter 26

Washing pee off herself in the shower for the second time in the past 12 hours, Emma felt less embarrassed, and more heartbroken. She felt betrayed by her best friend, and it had ruined what would be their very last slumber party together. All those years of sleepovers over the past decade where Emma had sat at the top of the social hierarchy, would now all be tainted by this, not-so-grand, finale of pajama parties that painted Emma as nothing more than a bedwetter. Emma fully believed that's how her friends would now see her, whether they believed it was a prank or not. Abby, Claire, Jill, Sarah... all of them, they would think of her and Anna as two pull-up wearing bedwetters. Her social status was ruined.
As Emma got her self cleaned up in the bathroom, the rest of the girls sat out on the front porch watching the sunrise as Emma's mother continued to scold Anna for her devious actions. The beautiful red/golden hue of the sky in the morning hours made them somewhat grateful they had been woken up so early, but they would have much preferred different circumstances. They all sat in silence as they contemplated how they could now view their two friends inside.
They had all initially agreed with Anna that Emma needed to be humbled and thought the whole nighttime pull-up/pants-wetting prank was a fun way to go about it, but now that it was revealed Anna too had worn a pull-up in the night, and had apparently wet it, it seemed that Anna's true intention was to humiliate Emma to compensate for her own nighttime potty failures. It wasn't true, but the evidence painted a damning picture, especially with her eagerness to embarrass Emma in front of Josh. All of the friends were now, once again, on Emma's side, but as she cried in the shower, she didn't know that.
Anna's tears had finally subsided, her eyes now puffy and red, as Mrs. Taylor reprimanded her for what she had done.
"Let me get this straight!" Mrs. Taylor yelled angrily just inches from Anna's face. "You dared my daughter to pee her pants, which is fine for a well intentioned truth or dare game, but then you BLACKMAIL HER to tell me she wet herself so that you can manipulate me into having her wear a pull-up to bed, then YOU have an accident in YOUR pull-up and you take that peed in pull-up and put on Emma so that it looks like she peed the bed?"
Anna just stood there in fear. She couldn't deny any of it.
"That is disgusting!" Emma's mother continued. "It is wrong! It's immature! And most of all, it's just plain dishonest." Her tone dropped from an angry yell to a somber whisper. "I'm so disappointed in you."
Anna's stomach dropped. She felt the weight of her actions hit her. Not only had her plan completely backfired, resulting in her utter embarrassment, but she had also shattered her relationship with her best friend since 2nd grade. Her tears were fighting to come back.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor." She said, her voice being truly remorseful.
Jody could see the girl was really was sorry, and not just sorry she got caught. She had actual regret.
"I don't think I'm the one you need to apologize to." Emma's mother said, just as Emma entered the room wrapped in her bath towel.
The two girls made eye contact.
"I'll leave you girls alone." Mrs. Taylor said as she left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Jody went out to join the other girls on the porch, bringing them all some cups of coffee, and then went back inside to check on Marah, leaving the girls to keep talking amongst themselves about last night's events. When she went back upstairs, she met Anna stepping out into the hall with tears running down her face.
"Everything okay, honey?" She said to her. As upset she was with her, she still loved the girl who she had watched grow up.
"Mrs. Taylor, will you drive me home?" Anna said in tears.
Jody could tell things did not go well in the bedroom.
"Sure, sweetheart." She said softly. "Do you want to change out of that pull-up and nightshirt first?"
"No, I just want to go home." Anna's voice cracked. It was clear she was too deflated to care about her clothes at the moment.
"Okay." The mother said. " Let me go talk to Emma real quick and I'll meet you in the car."
Anna nodded and headed down stairs, while Emma's mom entered her bedroom to find her sitting on her bed, visibly upset.
"You okay?" She said sweetly.
Emma began to sob.
"Oh, honey." Her mom said, wrapping her in a warm hug. "It's gonna be okay."
"Mom... I don't think we're friends anymore." Emma cried.
"I know sweetie. I know" Jody tried to calm her daughter, stroking her hair softly as Emma cried into her shoulder.
"Emma, I know this isn't what you want to hear right now, but..." her mother began. "We need to talk about your accident last night."
Emma was taken aback by this comment.
"What are you talking about?" She said, offended by her mother's words. "Anna peed in that pull-up. She framed me. You know that."
Jody's face became so sympathetic to Emma. She didn't want to embarrass her, but this had to be addressed.
"Anna thinks that, and the girls think that, and maybe you do too, but sweetheart... your pajamas were soaked. Your bedsheets were soaked. You clearly had an accident."
Emma's eyes widened as her mother confirmed her worst fear. She had convinced herself that Anna was solely responsible for the wet pull-up and the soaked pajamas. Emma had clung to this belief to protect her pride and self-esteem. But now, her mother's words shattered that defense.
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes once again as she processed the truth. She had indeed wet the bed last night, and no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the evidence was undeniable. Her sense of humiliation deepened, and she felt like her world was collapsing around her.
"I... I didn't mean to," Emma whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't believe I had an accident like that."
"It's okay, Emma." Her mother reassured her. "You were stressed last night, your bladder was obviously worn out. It makes sense that an accident like that would happen. It's perfectly fine. No one has to know about it, okay?"
Emma nodded her head, thankful for her mother's discretion.
"You're not going to tell Marah, are you?"
"Of course not sweetheart. Now let's get dressed, okay? I'm going to go take Anna home and when I get back I'll make the rest of you girls breakfast. I love you, sweetheart."
Anna didn't say anything to her friends as she stepped out onto the porch. She just looked at them with sorrow and walked by, making her way to Mrs. Taylor's car. When Jody came out, she gave the girls an apology for all that had transpired and let them know that Emma would be down shortly to join them. She then drove away with the troubled teen, leaving them to comfort Emma when she came out.
Back upstairs, Emma was still trying to process the fact that she had had an accident. She could not believe she had actually peed her bed. After all the grief she had given Marah about her bedwetting problem, she was finding out she was no better. As highly as she thought of herself, she couldn't escape the fact that through her 18 years of life she had had numerous incidents with holding her bladder. She had too many experiences with wet pants and wet sheets to actually believe she was immune to infantile accidents.
As she got dressed, she thought about what her mom had said about her bladder being worn out. The alcohol, the caffeinated drinks, the sugar snacks, all accompanied by her holding her pee had put so much strain on her bladder that she had wet the bed. Now her fear was her bladder could still be stressed and tired. Could she have another accident? The fear consumed her as she got dressed for the day.
The group could feel her uneasiness as she stepped out onto the front porch to join them. She gave them an awkward smile. She was happy to see that they were still here, but still anxious about what they now thought of her. Her mind was put at ease when they all collectively leaned in for a hug. Her awkward smile turned into a real one as they stepped back. Claire handed her a cup of coffee and motioned her to sit down.
Over the next 20 minutes or so, they discussed all that transpired. They apologized for their part in the night, and assured Emma that they knew she hadn't wet the bed. Emma hoped they couldn't see her blush when that part was brought up. She even felt a tinge in her bladder, reminding her of its fractured state.
After apologies and sincerities were out of the way, the girls moved on to different conversations. In no time at all, it was like it used to be. Like so many sleepover mornings before. They were laughing and carrying on, having a good time just as Emma had wanted out of this. Her mom came back and immediately got started on fixing a hardy breakfast for the group. Everything finally seemed okay. Anna wasn't there and that was disappointing, but Emma was content with the friends she did have at that moment.
Just before the gang was about to go inside to eat, Emma lifted her head to see Josh coming down the sidewalk. Her heart started racing. What was he doing here? She felt another tinge in her bladder. This time out of nervousness.
The other girls saw him too and instantly hit Emma with the lovingly teasing of "oooo!" Emma blushed. Claire placed her hands on Emma's back and pushed her forward to the boy just as he was coming up the steps.
"Morning, ladies." He said, cavalier. His confident demeanor gave no indication of the anxiety he felt inside. "Hi, Emma."
"Hi." Emma said shyly, keeping her head a bit lowered, not making direct eye contact.
"Listen, I don't mean to step on your guys' party here, but I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh." Emma said, with a touch of concerned sadness in her voice. She just had a feeling this was going to be good.
"Can we talk in private?" He asked.
"Okay." Emma said hesitantly.
"Emma, uh... Anna told me something about you yesterday."
Emma's face went beet red as she prepared to deny the embarrassing rumor.
"I just want you to know" he continued. "I think it's... cute."
Her expression quickly changed.
"I know you're probably going to think I'm weird, but last night I dreamt about you and me together. You being in your pull-ups and me taking care of you. It was all so sweet and I just.. I don't know. I like the idea of it."
He began to get flustered.
"I don't even know if it's true. It's just, she told me, and then I saw you and your mom and you were buying pull-ups and, I don't know, maybe they weren't for you, but maybe they were, and if they were then..." He was speaking so fast and so nervously, almost tripping over his words. "If they were yours..." he said a bit calmer. "I want you to know... I'm cool with it."
He sighed.
"You probably think I'm a freak."
Emma smiled. It was amazing to hear Josh's feelings for her. She had such a crush on him and it was a dream to have those feelings reciprocated. To hear him say she was cute, even if it was because he thought she wore diapers.
She looked into his eyes and just slightly pulled on the waistband of her sweatpants revealing the upper portion of a pull-up.
Josh's eyes lit up. Emma blushed with a shy smile. If Josh wanted a diaper girl, she could be that for him. And seeing how happy that made him to believe she was training pants wearing bedwetter, she wouldn't dare tell him the truth.

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