Alice is gifted some new underwear by her mother.
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I should’ve known better. I almost choked on the food I had been chewing and looked down at the table. Obviously, I didn’t have an explanation for what happened, and obviously I didn’t want to talk about it at all.
“Do you have an explanation as to why you decided to embarrass me at church?” Mom asked impatiently.
I dropped my knife and fork in dumbfounded surprise. I slowly looked up at mom as if expecting to see she was joking, something she rarely ever did. Her face was as stony and serious as it always was. Was she seriously suggesting that I wet myself on purpose!?
“Why I embarrassed… you?” I finally said quietly, “Mom, I didn’t mean to do anything like that!”
“Those are people I have known my whole life and now I have to explain to them why my daughter wet herself…” Mom looked very cross as she started cutting up some of the meat.
“I’m sorry it’s so hard for you.” I said sarcastically. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was already emotionally vulnerable, and it was like she was deliberately poking the wound, “But I didn’t mean to do it. It just sort of… happened.”
“So, you wet yourself?” Mom asked coldly, “Like a child?”
I was tearing up. I knew my mom was always harsh and strict, but this seemed cold even for her. Maybe my absence had left me soft and vulnerable to her poking or maybe she was making up for lost time, I didn’t know the answer, but I did know that I felt like a kid getting told off. I didn’t say anything in reply to mom and that seemed to be a good enough answer for her.
“I got you something.” Mom said.
Sniffing back my tears I looked across the table as mom picked up the plastic bag, I had seen on my way in. I wondered what could possibly be in there but didn’t have to wait long to find out. As mom handed me the bag I looked down into cautiously.
“New underwear?” I asked as I saw what looked like a pink pair of panties.
I reached in and could immediately feel that something was different. This wasn’t just regular underwear. They were thicker and as I slowly lifted the clothing out of the bag, I felt my cheeks turning red.
The pink panties were indeed thicker than usual. They were training pants!
“Just something to wear until we make sure your “accident” was a one-off.” Mom said. Her use of finger-quotes only served to embarrass me further.
I didn’t know what to do. I looked down at the training pants and saw that on the front it had a cartoon picture of a little girl with a small golden crown waving a wand. Words underneath read “I’m a Big Girl!” in excitable large lettering. I dropped them next to the plate on the table.
“Careful, you nearly dropped them right in your food.” Mom scolded me.
“I…You can’t be serious!” I gasped.
“It’s just until we know that you aren’t going to have any more accidents.” Mom reiterated, “Unless the incident in the church wasn’t a one-off?”
I froze as I looked up at mom’s piercing eyes. It was immediately clear to me she was talking about the two bed wetting episodes which I had tried to keep from her. It was like her question was a challenge. She was staring at me and almost daring me to admit that I had indeed wet the bed. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction, I didn’t want to in any way justify her “gift” to me.
“It’s only happened once.” I said as stoically as I could, “And it won’t happen again.”
“Then there isn’t a problem.” Mom smiled as she returned to her meal.
“May I be excused?” I asked. I was straining every muscle to remain calm as I spoke. Inside I was shaking.
“You’ve hardly touched your dinner…” Mom commented.
“I’m not hungry.” I replied.
“Suit yourself.” Mom said, “But I want you to be wearing the training pants. Just in case.”
I snatched the embarrassing training pants off the table and stomped all the way back up to my room. As soon as I had closed the door behind me, I jumped on to my bed and curled up into the fetal position. The tears, once they properly started, would not stop.
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That night as I listened to mom going to bed, I was a ball of anxiety. The last two nights had resulted in wet beds and now I absolutely had to keep the bed dry. I sat at my desk and bit my nails. I had no idea what I was going to do. The training pants were still on my desk and in their packaging. I wasn’t going to put those on regardless, I didn’t imagine they would do a lot to alleviate the bed wetting anyway since the sheets had been absolutely flooded the last couple of nights.
I figured the only way I would be able to keep the bed dry was to stay up all night. Curiously I felt the need for the toilet a couple of times, but it wasn’t too urgent and I was able to get to the bathroom without an issue. Why it wasn’t an issue that evening and had been a problem that morning left me scratching my head.
I turned on the computer and decided the best way to keep myself awake was to keep myself occupied. No sooner had I connected to the internet then I heard a notification and saw a little message pop up in the bottom right of the screen.
“Alice! I was beginning to think something had happened!” It was my best friend from college, Kathleen. Though she much preferred to be called Kat.
“Sorry, I’m fine, how are you?” I replied.
Kat and I had been almost inseparable from the moment we had first met. We were on the same course so shared a lot of the same classes. For our second and third years we were housemates, and we did everything together.
“So, what have you been up to?” Kat asked after several messages back and forth.
“Oh, you know… This and that.” I replied. I couldn’t exactly tell her the truth and say I was desperately trying to keep my panties dry.
“Are you sure?” Kat replied, “I feel like you’re acting weirdly!”
Was I that obvious? Even through a brief text conversation my friend could tell something was wrong. We shared everything but there was no way I was sharing this with her, I didn’t need her worrying about me to go with everything else. I just told her I was fine and moved the conversation on to other things.
Unfortunately, Kat couldn’t stay up all night speaking to me. After a little while she signed off and I was left alone again. I could feel tiredness creeping into me. In a desperate bid to stay awake I went on to a streaming site and clicked on a film I hadn’t seen before. I reclined my seat, put my feet up and prepared to enjoy. It was a full-on action film so I was confident the explosions would keep me awake.
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My feet slipped off the edge of the desk and I suddenly startled awake. I practically slipped off my seat, but I could immediately tell something was wrong. I jumped off my chair and turned to look at the seat. I felt my heart sink. It was soaked.
I sat on the floor and brought my knees up to rest my head. I felt exhausted, clearly sleeping in my computer chair didn’t give me a good night sleep and it had done nothing to help me stay dry. I felt a dread deep in my chest. Is this how things would go from now on? I would just find different places to sleep every night only to end up leaving stains everywhere.
After a couple of minutes, when I was able to calm down, I grabbed a towel and placed it on the surface of the chair. I took a couple of deep breaths and then stood up. I couldn’t let mom know something was wrong. The chair would dry out and everything would be fine. I got changed and, reluctantly, put on the training pants mom had bought me. They didn’t feel like regular underwear no matter how much the packaging said they would. They felt thick and a little stiffer than I was used to. I had to admit to being surprised they fit me at all.
I put on a knee-length pleated skirt and a white blouse before heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and was unsurprised to see mom already eating breakfast.
“No laundry today?” Mom asked without looking up from the magazine she was reading.
“No.” I replied flatly.
I walked past mom and tried to supress the feeling that she could read my mind and know that the only reason I didn’t have sheets to wash was because I had wet my chair in my sleep. I popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster and then waited. Once my morning meal was ready, I buttered the toast and sat down opposite mom.
“I’m going to need you to help me today.” Mom said as soon as I lifted the first slice of toast towards my mouth.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Because you are my daughter and you need to help out around here.” Mom replied decisively.
I sighed but said nothing. There was nothing I could say that would change mom’s mind and my need of a place to live hadn’t gone away. It was her house and her rules. She told me I would be needed in an hour so I spent the intervening time in my bedroom wishing I could just go back to college and live there.
When I came back down, I found mom already waiting for me. I put on my shoes and looked at the door and then my mother. She just stood there with pursed lips, and I wondered what the holdup was.
“Lift your skirt.” Mom said.
“Excuse me?” I replied. The strange request took me back.
“Lift your skirt.” Mom repeated impatiently, “I need to make sure you’re wearing your training pants.”
I felt so humiliated. Just having my mom ask me such a question was an embarrassment, but she also wanted to make sure I was wearing them. This was too much even for her. I was twenty-three years old; I could be trusted to dress myself!
“I put the trai-… I have them on.” I muttered as I looked down in embarrassment.
“Show me.” Mom demanded.
“Mom!” I replied in scandalous indignation, “I’m not showing you my underwear!”
“When you came back to stay here you promised to live under my rules.” Mom said, “If you don’t want to do as I say you can pack up your things and go.”
I balled up my hands into fists. I had nowhere to go, if I had somewhere to say I would’ve been there from the moment I got back to town. With a sinking feeling I knew I really had no choice. It felt ridiculous to be an adult and doing this, but I wasn’t even sure I could blame mom after what happened in the church.
With mom watching me expectantly I slowly reached down and grabbed the bottom of my skirt. I was cringing in shame as I lifted it. I was reminded of a toddler proudly showing off their “big girl pants” to a loving parent. My skirt was lifted up and I could see mom looking down at my crotch and the training pants.
“Very good.” Mom said after a few seconds, “Let’s go.”
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