Jennifer had been sleeping in the passenger seat for over three hours. She looked so sweet sleeping. I could tell she was dreaming because she was mumbling incoherently. I drove over a small hill; you know the kind that gives you a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. Just then Jennifer gasped and grabbed between her legs with both hands suddenly. “Oh Shit!” she exclaimed. I looked over to see a puddle forming on my new leather seat. She was pissing herself. I quickly pulled over and she got out of the car, but the damage was done. I quickly grabbed a blanket out of the back seat and tried to soak up the urine before it all was soaked into the seat. “I am so sorry Michael” Jennifer said from behind me, “This really doesn’t happen very often, normally…” She said referring to how she had wet our hotel bed the previous night. Me and Jennifer work together and had gone to a convention in Las Vegas. We wound up sharing a bed after she had had a long night of drinking and lost the key to her room at four thirty in the morning. I had driven to Vegas to save some money and when I drove Jennifer to the airport this morning she had a mix-up and missed her flight so we were also driving back to San Jose together. I had loaned my car to a friend who forgot some of her kid’s stuff in my car including her car seat in the back of my Magnum. Since Jennifer was so small I thought that if she rode in the car seat it would be the best way to protect my back seat from another accident.
“Jennifer I would like to air out the seat and since you don’t have a change of clothes,” they were on the airplane without her, “I think you should sit in the car seat in the back.” She looked stunned, but did not say anything; probably due to embarrassment. She got into the back seat and tried to fasten herself in to the child’s seat but was having trouble. I helped her without saying anything and got back in the driver’s seat. I drove for a little while noticing that she seemed a little pouty; just staring out the car not saying a thing. She is not usually the quiet type. Soon she seemed to be rocking back and forth a little in the child seat. I was on a straight stretch of road and turned back to look at her. Her urine soaked pants were much drier. She was wiggling around in her seat and then grabbed her self between the legs and looked up at me and told me she had to go pee.
“I need to pee.”
“Alright I will stop at the next exit.” I replied.
She looked cute trying to hold it. We drove for a while and there was no exit. When we finally did get to an exit I pulled off and there did not seem to be anything around so I got back on the highway. She was almost bouncing in her seat by this time and I looked back just in time to see her lose it.
“Oh nooo, I am peeing my pants again!”
“It’s alright the pee should not leak out of the car seat.”
“I am so embarrassed, I feel like a little kid. I’m as embarrassed as when I wore diapers at school so that no one would know still I wet my pants.”
“Did you have a lot of accidents as a kid?”
“Yeah, well obviously accidents are still not that infrequent; last night I wet the bed and then I pee my pants twice I feel like a little girl. I have not peed myself twice in one day since I was in junior high.”
“Maybe we should find a place to stop and get you something to change into.”
“Michael, you are such a blessing, most guys would be totally disgusted with a girl pissing herself once, let alone three times. I am very glad you are the one here to take care of me.” Fifteen minutes of driving and the only thing I come upon is a mini-mart at a gas station. I pull up to check what they might have in stock. The only clothing I found was pantyhose and diapers. I took another look at the diapers and remembered seeing Huggies Pull-Ups size 4t-5t in the back of my car, another thing my friend left in my car. I got to thinking looking in the diaper aisle that Jennifer would probably be getting diaper rash from sitting and laying in her own pee so much lately. I grabbed a pair of pantyhose in the smallest size and a box of baby wipes and powder. When I got back to the car I explained to Jennifer that she needed to get out of her wet clothes or she would surely get a rash and I told her about how all they carried were pantyhose. I then went onto try and convince her to wear the Pull-Ups from the back.
“I know it must be extremely embarrassing but you can’t keep wearing those soaked jeans and panties. I am sure you don’t want to be showing off everything with see through tights either; especially in-case a cop pulls me over. You would be arrested for indecent exposure. At least with the pantyhose you might not be able to tell exactly what type of underwear you are wearing ’(probably not so true)’. I am sure we will come upon a clothing store soon, but until then I think that this is the only logical solution.”
“I suppose that makes sense.” she agreed.
I unbuckled her from the child seat, without thinking. “Why don’t you go change in the restroom and I will pull around the back so that you do not have to walk through the store.” I used paper towels to try and soak up the pee after I removed the booster seat lining. There was not much. It seems that the seat was made for accident prone kids. I put the wet car seat cover in a plastic bag and got two of my undershirts out of my suitcase; one for Jennifer to wear around her waist as a makeshift skirt, and one to lie down in the child’s seat. When I pulled around back Jennifer was standing outside the restroom waiting. She looked so cute in puffy training pants under her pantyhose. She was obviously very embarrassed. I presented the t-shirt to her and helped her tie it around her waist. As I was buckling her into the booster seat I realized that my view of her had completely changed from yesterday to today.
We traveled for a few hours and the only clothing stores we passed were closed. We needed to stop and eat. Even though Jennifer was in unusual attire I did not want drive through food, so I eventually stopped at a sit down restaurant. "Jennifer I would like it if you came in and ate with me but I would understand if you would rather stay in the car” I said.
“Uhm, I guess nobody will be here that I know or will ever see again; and I am very hungry. What the hell.” I then unbuckled her again in auto-pilot. It must just seem natural to me that you would help unbuckle someone sitting in a child’s car seat; and she does not seem to notice anything either. We entered the restaurant with Jenny following behind me like she was trying to be my shadow.
“Hello, welcome and how are you young lady?” the woman at the front desk said in a hi-tone, looking down at Jennifer. "I bet you have been traveling pretty far with your daddy and have quite an appetite huh?“ I know Jennifer is quite small and gets mistaken for younger than she is but I doubt that she has ever been talked to like this. The waitress grabbed one regular menu, a kids menu and crayons and said “come right this way.”
“It’s probably better if I play along in the little girl role. Maybe then my attire might seem a little less odd.” Jenny said after we sat down at the booth. "I always get carded, and some still don’t let me into clubs event with my driver’s license in hand. I can live with being thought of as your daughter if you don’t mind being my daddy for a little while.“
“What more could a guy ask for than to be father to a beautiful and polite little girl such as yourself.” I said in jest. After a some silent time of contemplating our menus I realized that maybe Jenny did not want to order off of the children’s menu. “Would you like to look at this menu?”
“No, I don’t think so. I am never able to finish a whole meal, and I feel like having a slice of pizza anyways. Plus it’s probably better for me to order from the kiddie menu if I want them to think that I am a young girl.”
“How young do you think that they the waitress thinks you are? Just out of curiosity.”
“I don’t know, but with me wearing the t-shirt I planned on sleeping in on the plane, and without any bra underneath; I don’t know if you noticed, but I wear padded bras to work, well really everywhere.” I had noticed actually, she was quite flat chested to my surprise. “And wearing you t-shirt as a bottom, making it suspicious that I may have peed myself. Well, maybe thirteen.” I made an I see face, a little surprised at her long explanation. I actually agreed with her assessment, except for the fact that the waitress talked to her like she was younger than a tween.
“You are probably right.”
“Daddy, can I have a piece of pizza?” Jenny said out of nowhere to my momentary surprise.
“Sure honey.” I responded once I realized the waitress must have been walking up behind me. “Do you want a Pepsi too.”
“No daddy, you know I can’t have Pepsis because of my night time problem.” I was a little confused by that.
“Oh right, I forgot.”
“I want milk, daddy.”
“Of course pumpkin.”
“Hi, so are you both ready to order?” the waitress asked stopping at our table. Jenny made kind of a shy glance downward.
“Yes, thank you.” I said.
“Okay, what would you like sweetheart?” she said looking at Jenny. But Jenny just stared at the table.
“She’ll have a slice of pizza and a milk.”
“Pepperoni or cheese?” the waitress asked, but Jenny still did not say anything. I did not know whether she was truly too shy to answer or was playing the little girl roll.
“Jenny, can you please tell the waitress what kind of pizza slice you would like.”
“Cheese” she answered very quietly without looking up.
“Sweetheart, I think I know what is going on.” the waitress said, “You don’t have to be embarrassed if you had a little accident on you car ride with your daddy. Little girls come in here all the time after wetting themselves on long car rides. Most of the time in wet pants and a spare pair in there arms, heading straight to the restroom. In-fact if you would like them I think we have a pair of pants that one little girl left in the restroom that I washed and brought back for just such an occasion.” The waitress then paused waiting for a response from Jenny. “You really don’t have to be ashamed. You know I wet my bed until I was a little older than you.”
“Really?” Jenny asked lifting her gaze up to the waitress’s chest.
“Yeah, I wore Goodnites until I was thirteen.” There went Jenny’s guess at how old the waitress thought she was.
“Me too.” Jenny said again looking down at the table again. “Can I please borrow your pants, like you said.”
“Of-course, sweetie, and you don’t need to borrow them. They are my gift to you.”
“Thank you so much miss…” I said.
“Call me Carol.”
“Thank you Carol.” I waited for Jenny to say something and when she did not “Jenny can you please say thank you to Carol for her generous gift.”
“Thank you” Jenny said quietly again.
“Come with me sweetie and you can change.” The waitress told Jenny, “Oh and what kind of pizza, I didn’t hear you the first time.”
“Cheese please miss Carol.”
“And you sir? What would you like?” She asked me.
“I’ll have the salmon and a glass of ice tea. Thank you Carol, and I’m Michael.”
“No problem Michael, and you can come right this way sweetie.” the waitress escorted Jenny off. While I waited I looked at some RSS feeds that I got on my BlackBerry. Jenny came back with Carol wearing washed out purple cotton tights that went just past her knees. It was also quite obvious that she was still wearing the Pull-Ups that I had her change into at the mini-mart.
“Thank you Carol.” I said.
“Think nothing of it.” Carol said, “Can I talk to you a sec Michael?”
“Sure”, I stepped out of the booth and walked a few feet away with Carol.
“As I was helping Jenny change in the restroom I could not help but notice her Pull-Ups, and she acting a bit like she might need to pee so I asked her if she would go potty for me, but she refused and I did not want to push it… You probably want to get her to go potty before she has another accident.”
“Of-course, thank you Carol.” I came back to the table to talk to Jennifer about my conversation with the waitress. But she farted before I got the chance, and it did not sound normal.
“Michael I have to go to potty again.” She said sounding very desperate. I knew she wanted me to take her to the restroom from the comment and the look on her face. But I felt very uncomfortable. She wasn’t really my daughter and she wasn’t really a little kid. She didn’t belong being led into the men’s room holding my hand, but I did it just the same.
Once inside she leaned up to me on her tiptoes and I bent down, she whispered, “Can you help me get changed? I really did it this time I actually pooped a little in my panties and it stunned me so much that I think they are pretty wet as well.” Her face was redder than I had seen anyone’s in a long time and her eyes were starting to moisten up but she was not yet crying.
“Why don’t you go into the big stall and try and finish? I will come back in with the supplies and help you clean up if you like.” It seemed that I was actually going to change a grown woman’s diaper. I was quite aroused at the thought. As I was walking out I stopped at our table and pulled out enough cash to cover the bill and a tip just in-case Jenny did not want to go back and have a meal her after her accident. As I put the cash on the table the waitress came up and asked me if there was a problem. “No, I just need to go out to the car. Uh, the little one has a little problem.”
When I came back into the restroom there was still no one else in there but Jenny. "Jenny?“
"Yeah one sec.” she said and stood up off the toilet. She flushed and opened the stall with her Pull-Ups still around her knees. She looked down, face very red again and we both stared for a moment at her soiled training pants. They looked quite wet and the poop was a little bigger than the size of a golf ball smashed into the back of the training pants. Looking like chocolate pudding. I could smell it but it was not that horrible. I also noticed that she was showing signs of a diaper rash starting. She let me into the stall and I closed the door behind me. She just stared at me like a little puppy. I lightly brushed her cheek with my hand trying to console her. She was so quiet. I tore the sides of the Pull-Ups and removed it from between her legs. She then preceded to unstrap the changing table from the wall. I was surprised but no more so than at almost any other point in my day with her. I helped her onto the changing table and she bent her knees up in the air. I picked up the plastic bag I had brought in with the Pull-Up, baby wipes and diaper ointment and set it beside her on the table. I thoroughly cleaned her with the baby wipes. She must not have wiped when finishing on the toilet and it took several wipes to get her clean. I then applied quite a bit of ointment over her hairless pussy and down her butt. Her pussy was quivering as my hand was rubbing in the ointment. She was biting her lip and wiggling her legs slowly. As I stopped she leaned her head back and gasped. I then helped her off of the changing table and she grabbed my shoulders as I held out the fresh Pull-Up for her to step into. After I pulled up her training pants she leaned her head against me with her ear to my chest. I wrapped my arms around the little woman and tried to help her through the torrent of emotions she must be going through. We hugged for about 90 seconds and she looked up at me and asked: “Why do I feel like this day might actually be the best thing that has ever happened to me and not the worst?”