Juliet's regression

day 1 multiple accidents

It was a typical Saturday morning in the Johnson household. The sun shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow on the familiar scene within. Brent and Drew Johnson were enjoying a leisurely breakfast with their two daughters, Brooklyn a brunette 14 year old and Juliet the oldest of the two children 18 blonde both girls dressed in their pajamas Brooklyn wearing mature black and grey checkered pants and Juliet wearing her blue Disney frozen pants, The family chatted and laughed together as they indulged in a late breakfast, a rare treat now that the girls were older.

However, this idyllic scene was soon disrupted by an unexpected development. As they dug into their stack of pancakes, Brent suddenly caught a whiff of something peculiar. It was a faint, pungent odor that seemed vaguely familiar, the first to recognize it, furrowed his brow in concentration. He hadn't encountered that smell in a long time.

"Brooklyn, did you... have an accident?" Brent inquired, his brow furrowed. That's what this smell reminded him of—the time when Brooklyn was younger and had soiled her pants. It was an embarrassing incident that they had long ago laughed off as a childhood mishap. Brooklyn was 7 years old and they were at the mall for Juliet's birthday, while they were shopping Brooklyn broke down crying "daddy I had an accident" he could remember it clear as if it was yesterday,

Brooklyn, now a teenager, turned bright red at the accusation. "No, Dad! Gross! Why would you even ask that?" She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting around the table.

Brent exchanged a knowing glance with his wife, Drew. They had dealt with their fair share of teenage dramas and secrets, and they knew that sometimes, the truth had to be coaxed out. "Brooklyn, honey, it's okay if you did. Accidents happen. Just tell us the truth."

"No, I didn't! I swear!" Brooklyn insisted, her voice rising in protest.

Not quite convinced, Drew decided to take matters into her own hands. She rose from her seat and approached her daughter, placing a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder. "Sweetie, it's really okay. Just stand up and let me check, and we can get you cleaned up."

Brooklyn stood up, her face flushed with humiliation, as her mother checked her pants.pulling back the waistband of her pajamas bottoms and panties, Sure enough, they were clean. Brooklyn shot her father an accusatory glance, her expression a mix of relief and annoyance.

Turning their attention to the other daughter, Brent and Drew now focused their gaze on Juliet. She squirmed under their scrutiny, her bubbly personality suddenly dimmed by embarrassment. "Juliet, do you have something you want to tell me?  Did you have an accident?" Drew asked gently, knowing that her eldest daughter was not one to cause trouble.

Juliet's eyes widened in shock and mortification. "No, Mom! Of course not! I—I mean, I don't think so..." Her voice trailed off as she realized the absurdity of her answer. How could she not know if she had soiled herself?

Concerned, Drew guided Juliet off her chair. "Let's just check, honey. It's fine if you did; we're family, and these things happen."

Juliet stood there, her heart pounding in her chest as her mother checked her pants. She felt like she was back in kindergarten, being checked by her teacher after naptime. But this was so much worse—her parents, her sister, all knowing what a baby she was being.

And then, the awful truth was revealed. As Drew inspected Juliet's pants,  she felt the dampness around her eldest daughters butt, the telltale sign of an accident. Pulling back her waistband for confirmation there it was Juliet had pooped her pants "Oh, Juliet..." Drew sighed, her tone a mixture of disappointment and sympathy.

Juliet broke down. She started to cry, her shoulders shaking with embarrassment and humiliation. "I-I don't know how this h-happened! I didn't even realize..." She buried her face in her hands, unable to meet her family's eyes.