Published: August 14th 2024, 2:52:20 am
The whole room went quiet and still for a few seconds.
Paige’s friends and the real Miley clearly needed to process what Paige had just said so casually. Meanwhile, I was speechless because I hadn’t expected her to tell everyone. Weren’t the full pull-ups humiliating enough??
My first instinct was to deny it, except I was a terrible liar and the look on my face probably already informed everyone that Paige wasn’t making some kind of joke.
Annika was the one who broke the silence with a giggle. “Sorry, what? Like, actually?”
“Yeah,” Paige said, “I guess she couldn’t make it to the bathroom. Again. Anyway, are you three good up here for a bit? Need anything?”
Miley stood up. “I need proof. There’s no way.” She crossed the room until she was standing right in front of me and Paige. “Can I check her diapers?” Difficult and rebellious as she was, it seemed like Miley wasn’t just going to do whatever she wanted when it was important to maintain the status quo where Paige was involved. After all, she obviously wanted the wrong redhead to be stuck with Noelle, while observing the fallout of what she started by sending her to the wrong address.
“No!” I snapped. Taking a half step back, feeling extra self conscious as being face to face with Miley highlighted the fact that she had a few inches on me despite being younger. I was used to being on the shorter side, even with heels, but being smaller than the girl Noelle was supposed to be babysitting was a whole different story.
“Go ahead,” Paige said. She shifted behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders to make sure that I was somewhat sandwiched between her and Miley. “I know it’s difficult to believe. A classmate of yours, wearing diapers and shitting herself? Trust me, I was just as surprised when she first wet the bed.”
Before I had a chance to say anything else in my defense, or shift out of the awkward position I was in while still dealing with the sagging pull-ups, Miley closed the distance and reached underneath my skirt. Her hand cupped the padding, and it only took her a single up and down motion to feel the weight that was telling of the ‘accident’ I had a minute or two ago. “Oh, my God!” Miley grinned, “She actually did!”
“Just when I thought she was starting to act more like a mature girl,” Violet said, “I guess Noelle still has her work cut out for her.”
“You know,” Miley said, “It’s probably no fun walking around with this mess down here. I bet it would be less heavy if we did something like this . . . ” With no warning, she pushed the base of the pull-ups all the way up and began massaging it around my pelvis.
My eyes widened in horror as I realized what she was doing. “MILEY.” There was nowhere to go with Paige right behind me, but I tried nonetheless to squirm away. “Stop!”
Paige didn’t seem concerned with my plea; in fact, she did the opposite of helping. “Miley!” she hissed, “Hold still. Alyssa is trying to help you.” She shifted her hands down to my upper arms and held me in place a little more tightly.
Smirking at the implied permission granted, Miley started rubbing more aggressively, spreading the mess around after I had been moving about so carefully since it happened. “That’s right, I’m helping” she said, “Don’t worry, I’m almost done. I just want to make sure it’s nice and even. So, one last thing.” She pulled what was left of the mess forward and pressed it against my crotch as hard as she could.
I gasped and flinched away, but the damage was already done. There was absolutely nothing sexual about the younger girl’s touch; she just ensured that everything down there was dirty.
Miley didn’t try to keep the disgusting process going. She merely stepped back and looked down at me. “All done. It’ll probably be a bitch to clean, but now you can walk around in your shit-filled diapers more easily.”
“Language, Alyssa,” Annika said, “Her poop-filled diapers.”
“Sorry, Annika,” Miley replied, “Your poop-filled diapers, Miley. Ooh, that does sound better.”
I was barely paying attention to the intentional verbal repetition of my underwear situation between the girls. My focus was on the physical side of things, as I was completely disgusted now that the contents of the pull-ups had been shifted in such an awful way. I could deal with Miley’s audacity later; for now, I needed a shower more than ever.
Of course, Paige was going to add insult to injury first. “Don’t be rude, Miley,” she said, “Aren’t you going to thank Alyssa for her help?”
‘Alyssa.’ Our brat of a neighbor who not only set all of this into motion, but who was now using my name to both breathe life into the ongoing mix-up and make things more confusing than they needed to be. To thank her for what she just did was beyond ridiculous, yet I immediately muttered, “Thank you, Alyssa.” As curt as I could be without sounding rude. Anything to get out of this room and . . .
Wait. In my flustered and grossed out state, I completely forgot that I was not on my way to take a shower. Not right away. First I had to face Noelle, and admit to what I had done in the pull-ups. Paige had given me the choice to tell her or not, though it was hardly a choice when she was going to find out either way. After what Miley had done, however, I was going to have to tell Noelle as soon as possible in order to get out of the dirty pull-ups.
“I’m sure Noelle can help with your manners after working on your potty training,” Paige said, “Alright, girls. I’ll be back soon!” She turned me towards the door and gave me a small push.
Now that I was less concerned with not disrupting the pull-ups, I could move a little more quickly. Still awkwardly, with the mess and the padding of the double layers. With Paige behind me, I tried my best to adjust and walk as if I was wearing regular underwear. Anything to avoid giving her even more satisfaction, when she was clearly already having a blast letting Noelle perceive me as her increasingly difficult little sister.
Just when I was getting on Noelle’s good side, this whole thing with the pull-ups was making me look immature in a completely different way.
I considered asking Paige one more time for her help. Letting me shower for a third time today, somehow hiding the dirty pull-ups from Noelle and acquiring new ones for me? It wasn’t going to happen. Paige was only devious when it benefited her.
Time seemed to slow down as I took one stair at a time. A girl Miley’s age having this kind of an ‘accident?’ I still wasn’t over the personal disbelief, considering my real age and the fact that I was wearing, in Annika’s humiliating words, poop-filled diapers. Pull-ups, really, not that it made much of a difference at the moment.
“Hey, Noelle?” Paige called out as we rounded the corner, “I think Miley’s had enough video games for now. Do you have some schoolwork for her?” Then she whispered in my ear, “Make sure you tell her the truth, sis. You couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time.”