She says she'll order them, but it may take some time before she can, and they can get here. There's a pack of pullups left in the hallway closet, so those will hafta do.

And of course they ran out before a restock. 3 days before.

So, mama suggests, and you don't really have many options...

What happened to your pullups? She was supposed to restock...

Well, according to mama, she went on the store's site to do it and found your new diapers had a bulk discount, so went for that and it completely slipped her mind you needed pullups!

Wow. Go figure.

A month later, a familiar package appears in your closet. Mama says that it's best you use them now, as that first leak wasn't the last. 3 in 4 weeks is enough to consider extra steps...

Honestly, you're just relieved you don't hafta ask for them yourself. But, still, one thing weighs on your mind.

Mama, of course, had heard all about it. She wasn't mad, nor upset, she handled it all very matter-of-factly.

She said she'll make sure that doesn't happen again, and that she'll start to triple check your tapes. Alright, well...

You flop onto your beanbag chair, and just decompress.

With only a couple periods left, you decide it'll be fine. You can make it.

You're sent away to return, new diaper and a loaner uniform on.

It all goes fine. Everything is fine. You recovered. You were pretty distracted in class after, but... it was all fine.

Apparently mama already gave her the go ahead to change you if needed. Go figure, more duplicity. Well, better this than the alternative...

The moment it was pulled between your legs you could feel the difference. This thing is thicker, noticeably so, and it's still dry...

Until you saw the pack.

The colours are different, the design on the packaging is...

They ordered the night time version? They HAVE a night time version?

The nurse shook you from these thoughts by asking if you can change yourself. After the leak, you're not so sure anymore.

Now it's time for more good news. She had diapers in your size, and the colour you like!

Your mama let them know, and they were able to get some stocked just in case.

You can't believe she'd do that, but any sense kf betrayal you'd feel is overwritten by the relief that followed.

Once calmed, she reassured you. You aren't the first, and won't be the last, who still needed diapers at this school.

You wanted to correct her. You don't NEED diapers. Pullups do the job - diapers are just more convenient.

But, after what just happened, you decide it's not the best time to argue.

She was nice. Sickeningly so. Patient and calm. Like you were a baby who couldn't even change themselves.

Try as you might to tell yourself you're wrong, it's hard to stem such a heavy flow of emotions.

Anger. Fear. Disgust. Shame. It all boiled over to a wailing cry she met with more patience.

The good news was it was your teacher who noticed, as you were the on your way out of class for recess - old habits die hard.

But the good news ended there, for now.

She called ahead and sent you to see the nurse. Sure, mama didn't tell the teachers, but the nurse needed to know...

Ugh.

Until disaster strikes.

Maybe it was that extra glass you used at breakfast, all that apple juice has to go somewhere!

Maybe it was the second water bottle you drank - it's a pretty hot day!

Maybe you did the tapes wrong? Mama said they looked good, though...

Regardless the cause, you leaked.

You try them out and they do their job well. In fact, so well you start lounging around longer and longer after school in them before asking mama to change you.

She's just glad you're getting used to them, so has no problems with it!
Things are going pretty well. Better than expected, for sure!

Weekend shopping went decent, to. You picked a few prints.

Sure, you were dying every second she spent in that medical store, in front of the incontinence supplies, but you've survived worse.

You got some in your face colour, reasoning that the medical print feels too clinical. Mama agrees!

The next few days go the same. Things go well, you have a much better time focusing, and no one gives you any hassle!

You're actually used to momma changing you by now. I mean, she does it when you're sick anyway, so it's not that big a deal if she does it when you gotta go to school, right?

To your surprise it goes well! Really well! You made a few friends, didn't need to leave to change every couple hours, and if anyone DID suspect a thing? They kept quiet!

Momma was happy to see your ears perked up and tail wagging when you got home. She knew it'd go well, but can't help worrying.

You fumble your objection, and she gently rubs your tummy as she wipes you down with her other paw.

You're not as experienced with diapers, and you don't want to leak, right? So, she'll do it for you until you've had time to learn...

Again, cornered, choosing between the imminent & inevitable.

But, to claw back some control, you insist on her letting you pick a less "babyish" print.

She agrees! Might as well take your wins where you can get them.

Then she takes the wind right from your sails and lifts you onto the bed and begins to change you, right there. With not even a warning!

Sure, you try to argue, but her reasoning beats yours - well, reasoning and the fact she's the boss - so eventually you agree.

Sure. Diapers can be part of your school uniform. It's just at school, and the uniform hides it.

Still not good. In fact, both of your options are a social death sentence.