I’ve been a long time lurker on here, and in the past few years I’ve posted some story and caption stuff on tumblr, though it doesn’t really fit here. If you like this story you may like that as well. Just search up goodnite-n-go on tumblr if you are interested.
I posted this beginning to this story on wattpad, and I decided I kinda wanted to post it here to get some good feedback. I’m not aiming for a literary masterpiece, it’s primarily a way to put a bunch of my school aged fantasies into circumstances that feel slightly more real, and at the beginning I think I fall into the trap of just writing accident to accident, but I think it improves later.
Before I start the story I want to explain a little about the world it takes place in. It’s similar to our own, except that the muscles humans use to control their bladders and bowels don’t develop to a point where humans are capable of “training” them until they reach puberty. Any attempt to potty train a child before age 11-12 will almost certainly be in vain unless they are a very fast developer. As in our world boys and girls go through puberty differently, most boys are able to master daytime control between the ages of 13-16 and nearly all graduate highschool in underwear (at least during the day.) Girls on the other hand typically take a bit longer to train, especially with bladder control. Some girls are able to train early like boys, but an average girl will probably gain close to full daytime control between the ages of 16-18, with it not being rare to see women in their early 20s still in the process of potty training. Also as in our world, it isn’t uncommon to have difficulty with nighttime training for significant amounts of time after they gain daytime control, it’s approximately as common for both men and women to wet the bed into their late 20s as it is for a child of about 10 to wet the bed in our reality. So, now that you know the basics of how this world works we can get to the actual story.
Chapter 1: Before School
No matter how many years I’ve been doing it now it always feels weird to show up to school in nothing but a shirt and my pull-up. My name is Sabrina, I’m 18, in my senior year of highschool and I’m attending my last Diaper day or D-Day as we call it for short, before I graduate.
To give you some context: My highschool is kinda small and it’s a private school, a lot of the kids here are pretty rich and stuck up in some cases, definitely not all of them, I have a good group of friends, but the school used to have a major problem with cliquishness. One major distinguishing factor kids used to exclude each other socially was potty-training status. Kids who were potty trained (or at least outwardly claimed to be) would bully, belittle, and exclude kids who weren’t trained. Diapers and training pants grew to be seen as something to be ashamed of, despite the fact that when considering the whole school more kids wear some kind of protection than not. Then, about 10 years ago (before I started going here obviously) the principle decided to take a more hands on approach towards resolving this major source of bullying. First rules were made establishing strict punishments towards anyone making disparaging remarks about students in diapers. Finally, he instituted his key piece of potty-training inclusiveness policy: a day where all students who wore diapers would come to school with their diapers completely exposed, out in the open, his hope was that if enough people participated the student body at large would become desensitized to diapers and realize just how many students rely on them. The school has records of who is and isn’t trained through medical records and records of in school diaper changes, they know that most kids wear diapers at least some of the time. They hoped that if the kids realized this that the bullying would have some of the sting of shame removed from it. Diaper day, as it was called, was risky. What if kids just don’t do it? The school really couldn’t penalize students for wearing pants. But somehow enough kids participated the first year that it was deemed a success. D-Day has grown each year since and now almost everyone who wears protection shows up diaper exposed on D-day, even kids who normally only wear protection at night will show up to school diapered. A big part of how it has been received is that there’s a big assembly about potty-training awareness and to fit that in classes are a little shorter and tests aren’t allowed, so it’s kinda like a free day where you can show up to school and hang out with your friends instead of stressing about academics (or making it to the bathroom for that matter).
I showed up today wearing only my senior class t-shirt, my checkerboard vans, and a pull-up. I’m in pull-ups pretty much all the time, on occasion I’ll wear a diaper if I’m traveling or something, and I wear diapers to bed, but I’ve never worn panties. I’ve wanted to try them before, but my parents keep telling me I’m not ready for them yet. I like to get to school early and relax before the day gets started. As I’m walking through the parking lot I still feel very exposed, but hey I have nice legs and a cute butt, and my pull-up is still dry, I have nothing to be ashamed of. My classmate Sofie is sitting by the lockers, she’s a little weird by high school standards, but we’re friendly cause we both get here early and see a lot of each other before anyone else gets here. She’s also wearing a pull-up, but she’s only been wearing them at night for a year or two at this point, so I don’t suspect she’ll be wet at any point today. That’s the one stressful part of d-day, not only can everyone see your diaper, but they can also see anything you’ve done in it. I was reminded of this when Sofie noticed I had trailed off and had started tugging on my pull-up,
“uh…you need to use the toilet Sabrina?” She asked hesitantly
“Yeah I gotta go” I blurted out quickly and scampered off to the bathroom. I spurted into my pull-up a little bit as I walked into the stall, but I still counted it as a success. Afterward I slid my still mostly dry training pants back up I excitedly logged my mostly successful trip to the toilet in my potty training app on my phone. After a bad day yesterday where I only made it once, I was hoping to be better with the potty today.
I grabbed my things and headed to the library, a popular pre-school hangout place, to see who else was here. I saw Caroline sitting alone at a table on her phone, Caroline is popular and very pretty, but among the popular crowd she’s one of the nicer, more approachable ones. I sat down by her and chatted for a while, she was talking about some party she went to last weekend, my incredibly introverted self tried to look as though I knew what she was talking about but all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks. “You good?” I asked “yeah, I’m just pooping” she said in a strained voice, as her face begin to glow slightly red and she began to grunt as she grabbed onto the arm rests of her chair and instinctively lifted up off her seat to mess her training pants. Once she was done she put her butt back in her seat and went on talking like nothing happened. Caroline had a bit of a reputation as someone who probably shouldn’t have graduated to training pants. Of course we don’t really make fun of kids for their potty training status anymore, but stuff does get said behind people’s backs, people are still very insecure about their potty training and can also still be rather judgy about others. I can attest to that. By senior year almost everyone has at least made the made the jump to training pants if they aren’t trained already. Often some people who may not really be ready for that step will make the jump just to fit in, but really all they’re doing is using a pull-up as a less effective diaper, there are a few of those kids in every class and I can understand why. There isn’t as much overt bullying at our school, but there’s still a huge social and societal pressure on teens to potty train, it can be very stressful and a strain on the self esteem. By senior year almost every guy and more than half of girls are reliably trained during the day, and as someone who hasn’t even tried panties yet I feel like I’m starting to fall behind.
As I finish talking with Caroline we part ways so she can go find a changer before homeroom, because you don’t wanna go to class messy, especially in just a pull-up, people will notice and you will stink up the room. As Caroline is waddling off I finally see my best friend Kate, who just arrived at school. Like me, she’s wearing just a t-shirt and her pull-up, unlike me her pull-up is a bit droopy and the slightest bit yellow.
We hug and she pats my diapered butt.
“Wow you still feel dry!” She says sounding happy for me
“yeah I actually made it to the potty this morning” I reply, trying to stifle my excitement about it, though I am slightly embarrassed that I blurted out “made it to the potty” instead “used the toilet” that definitely didn’t sound very mature.
“Yeah, I saw you looking at mine, I kinda had to go on the drive here so I just let it go. Now home room is about to start and I don’t really have time to change so I’m just gonna have to go in like this. Is it noticeable?” She asked, looking down at her clearly wet training pants.
Kate’s a very skinny girl, she so it’s kinda easy to tell when her diaper is swollen or droopy. “Yeah a little lol, but I’m sure you won’t be the only one” I insisted, not wanting to lie, but not wanting my friend to feel bad. “I guess” she mumbled, seeming kinda defeated “I was low key counting on you being wet already, but I guess you have the start off with a lead today” she admitted, also referencing our informal potty training competition that’s been going on for years now.
“Yeah well I’ll probably need it” I confessed, both of us know that if we’d actually been keeping track of how often we made it to the bathroom she’d be far ahead of me.
“Ok well I gotta go get my books before class starts, wish me luck!” She said as she started heading towards he locker, instinctively pulling up her diaper which has started to sag off of her hips.
“Get changed” I yelled after her, and I headed off towards home room myself.