The Weird Scholarship

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The Weird Scholarship

Chapter One: The Drive

I drove down the highway with one hand held between my legs. I had to pee and being stuck in a car didn’t help. A sign up ahead said that the next rest area was only fifteen miles up ahead and I could certainly hold it. It was just a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t know what I would do when I got there.

My phone rang and I answered it. I know you are not supposed to talk and drive, but at least I wasn’t texting. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend Kara. “How’s the drive?”

“Weird,” I said. “I’m almost to Massachusetts though.”

“Good timing,” she said. “What’s weird about it?”

“You know.” She very well did know why I felt weird. This was her plan. “I’m wearing a diaper.”

“You better be, Nora,” said Kara. “You don’t want to be found out as a faker and lose your scholarship.”

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s the problem. I’m not really incontinent. They are going to find out.”

Kara giggled on the other end of the phone. “No they’re not. Just act natural.”

I rubbed myself in the thick padded material between my legs with my phone to keep from peeing. I then picked the phone up and said, “This is not natural.”

“Well, get used to wetting yourself,” she said. “You probably should show up in a wet diaper. That way you won’t look like a faker to the other girls who are used to wetting their diapers.”

“Why did I let you talk me into this?” I asked.

“You got a scholarship to MIT. The IRS took your college money, remember? This is your last chance to go to college.”

I sighed. “Goodbye, Kara.”

“Bye. And trust me about arriving in a wet diaper.”

I hung up. I don’t understand how things got so weird. My father had saved enough in my college fund to pay for all four years of school. So my junior year of high school, I didn’t really need to bother with scholarships. When we had to go to the library to research scholarships, Kara suggested I choose the weirdest scholarships.

There were actually scholarships for people who entered a program to study yodeling. Like I could get a job doing that. There was also a scholarship for incontinent girls who were studying engineering at MIT. That was a pretty specific scholarship and it was a perfect target for my entertainment during library time.

So when the IRS investigated my father, somehow my college fund was where they though he was hiding the money. It was the summer before college and I had no money. The only scholarships I had applied for were for yodeling majors and for incontinent girls studying engineering at MIT.

The scholarship was generous. It paid for everything I needed for college. I remember getting the phone call where I was given the scholarship.

“Is Nora Stevens there,” the woman on the phone had asked.

“This is Nora.”

“This is Elizabeth Jones from the scholarship selection committee. I am pleased to inform you that you are next on the list for the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls in Engineering.”

My mouth was opened in shock. I had though my college dreams were over since I lost my college fund. I was in until her next line.

“The other girl didn’t measure up. She was faking incontinence just to get the scholarship. I made this scholarship so incontinent girls can have the full college experience. That includes living in the dorms. To do that we want to make sure that we pair you with another girl in the dorm that is in your same situation. Will this be a problem for you?”

“No problem,” I said.

“Good. We are having a summer camp to get to know the other girls. Attendance is mandatory.”

Kara had laughed and laughed when I told her, but she had been a big help in getting me adult diapers. They do sell diapers in stores, but the kind that real incontinent people wear are only found online and I had to order some ahead of time.

The rest area came up soon after the sign that said that I was entering Massachusetts. I almost stopped, but then I thought about what Kara said. An incontinent girl would show up in a wet diaper. To be convincing, I would do the same.

I relaxed and pretended I was siting on the toilet, even though I was sitting behind the wheel of my Ford Fiesta. I still had to keep my eye on the road. As I started to wet, it was so warm as the wetness spread around my crotch and under my bottom. The first time I wet the diaper, I was surprised it felt good. This was the first time I had tried to wet while sitting down. The first time I wet a diaper I was standing. Both times, I was shocked at how good it felt.

I looked back at the rest stop through the rear-view mirror. The rest area, like my toilet training, was behind me.

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love it!!!

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Very good start thanks.

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I’m liking it! The plot is just inside the realm of plausibility. I’m sure this will get even better when you introduce new characters, thanks for sharing!

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I’m glad to see you writing again. I love your work.

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Thanks.

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So the brakes went out in my car. You guys lucked out because I had my laptop with me. I wrote way ahead in my posting schedule of a chapter a week, so you get an extra chapter this week. I went to a pub nearby, had my hair done, and wrote while my car was being worked on by mechanics.

Chapter Two: Fitting in with the Group

I drove my car into Cambridge and then followed the directions I was given previously. I pulled into the lot near Kesge Auditorium and right away I saw the group I was looking for. They were not hard to miss. The parking lot was empty except for a livery van and four cars. Five college age girls and two women stood around the van. I pulled in and got out.

“Are you Nora?” a woman asked me. She looked like she was forty. She wore mom jeans and a T-shirt.

“Yes,” I said. I opened the back door of my car and got my bags, a pillow, and my sleeping bag. I had brought two bags. One was usually sufficient for camping, but not for this trip. The extra bag was my diaper bag. I grabbed my stuff in both arms and took them toward the van. “I think I have everything I need.”

“Good. You’re the last one, so let’s get going. You can put your stuff in the back of the van.” She open the rear door and I piled my stuff in there.

I opened the diaper bag and pulled out a book and then looked down at my clean diapers. The wet diaper I had on had stopped feeling warm and good and I felt that I could use a change. “Do I have time to run to the bathroom real quick?” I leaned closer to her. “I’m wet.”

The other older woman heard me. She looked at a brown haired girl. “Are you wet, Darla?” She actually put her hand under the girl’s skirt to check.

She pulled away. “No, mother. I’m fine. You don’t have to do that. I’m starting college now. I know if I am wet or need a change.”

“I’m your mother and I care about you. You don’t want to get a rash like last time, do you?”

“Mother, stop! I’m going to camp now.” She walked around and picked a seat in the van.

The woman, not Darla’s mother, leaned in and whispered to me. “Do you think we can get by another hour? I think Darla’s feeling a bit of pressure to get on the road.”

I nodded. When Kara and I were testing, she had me try to make a diaper leak. I hadn’t been able to before the thing got so soggy I had to take it off. I had had to wet three times to get to that point. “I think so.”

“Good. Then we got to go.” She led me in through the sliding door of the van and I took a seat beside a bored looking girl with a sarcastic nerd phrase on her shirt. She wore black cargo jeans with all kinds of metal hanging from them. She turned to the other woman. “Mrs. Keene, we need to get going.”

“Sure. Have a good time, Darla, and listen to Miss. Jones.”

The girl Darla just glared as Miss Jones closed the sliding door and walked around to the driver’s seat. While she was gone, the girl next to me whispered, “My God, it’s like she is a five year old going to her first sleep-away camp.”

“So I wasn’t the only one who thought that was uncomfortable?” I asked.

“Hardly,” said the girl, “at least she was standing up to her mother and not crying as she drove away.” She just pointed her thumb behind her to a girl wearing a pale blue and plaid bib overalls. She was dabbing her eyes with a Kleenex. The girl wore her short blond hair in pig tales. In her left arm she held a battered teddy bear. “So what’s your story?”

Before I could answer, Miss Jones hopped in the drivers seat and started the van. She put the van in gear and started to drive out of parking lot. “Girls,” she said. “I am Elizabeth Jones, but you can call me Bets. I am the scholarship coordinator and founder of the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls in Engineering. I like to have this camp for several reasons. Mainly so you can get to know each other and find out who you want to be your roommate. There are six of you, so you can pair off during camp. The other reason is, unfortunately, to screen out people who are liars. I had to replace one girl who was not even incontinent. I thought Nora was more deserving of the scholarship.” At this point we had driven off campus and onto the main road. “So get to know each other during this week. How about introducing yourself to each other as we drive to the camp.” She stopped talking to concentration driving and we started talking.

“Well, I am glad to be on the road,” said Darla. “You don’t know what it’s like to live with a woman that treats you like a toddler every minute of the day. I’m eighteen now. I am finally independent.”

“We’re supposed to be introducing ourselves, Mommy’s Girl, not whining about our childhoods,” said the girl next to me.

“That’s really mean,” said Darla. “I am tired of being teased about my incontinence. Having a mother who is not so discrete about it means everyone in high school knew. I just want to move on. I want to experience stuff. That is what college is for. This scholarship is great. I worried about college and having to hide my diapers from my roommate, but if my roommate also needs diapers I can keep it a secret. My name is Darlene Keene and I am excited about studying engineering at MIT.”

“Darlene, not Darla?” I asked.

“Darla is my toddler name. I am eighteen and I am an adult. I am Darlene. I have a medical condition called incontinence that I can manage as an adult. I don’t need my overprotective mother to change me.”

The girl with the teddy bear sat beside Darlene. She spoke up. It was the first time she said anything. “I’ve never changed myself before. I’m a bit overwhelmed. I’ve never been so far away from my mommy before.” The girl next to me snickered, but the girl ignored her. “My name is Melody.” Her voice was soft and quiet. “I don’t really have friends, so I don’t know what to expect. I was home schooled. I scored perfect on the ACT.”

In the rear seat, a girl spoke up. “I’m Veronica English. I’m just as normal as anyone else, or I was until the accident. Some drunk ran into my car when I first got my license. It wasn’t fair. The drunk doesn’t have to wear diapers. That would be fitting justice. Instead, he only got thirty days in jail. I have to spend the rest of my life in diapers.” She pounded her fists on the seat beside her. “My boyfriend took someone else to prom. He was too embarrassed to be with me. I entered my application for the scholarship that day. Ironically, the next day was the last day to get the scholarship application in the mail.”

“My name is Bella,” said her neighbor who had just looked up from a book. She wore all black. Even her nail polish and lipstick was black. “People already though I was weird, so knowing about my diapers really didn’t change things. I like dressing in black and reading about vampires.” She picked up her book and started to read.

“A girl named Bella who reads books about vampires? Can you get more cliché than that?” said the girl next to me. “I’m surprised she doesn’t sparkle in the sunlight.” She started laughing at her own joke.

Bella looked up. “I’m reading Anne Rice, not that stupid Stephanie Meyer woman. Lestat and Louie would feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. My mother liked the name Bella. I was born way before Twilight even was heard of. Why don’t you tell us about yourself, Loudmouth, instead of teasing us. You pee your pants like the rest of us.”

“Fine. My name is Cassie. I am majoring in engineering at MIT. I’ve dreamed of coming to MIT all my life. I want to fully experience college.” She looked at me. I hadn’t introduced myself yet.

“From hearing you talk, you wouldn’t even know you were incontinent. What gives?” asked Bella. “You’re not telling us about yourself.”

“I told you my name and my vision. I’m done.”

“Cassie doesn’t have to say why she wears diapers,” I said. “My promised college fund went away, so I thought I couldn’t go to college. I was going to go to Alpen-adria-univeritat Klagenfurt to pursue a yodeling major, but thanks to this scholarship, I will actually get to major in a marketable skill.” I looked around. I was being stared at. I gave a nervous giggle. “Plus, I don’t have to explain my special underpants to a roommate. I’m Nora Stevens. I don’t have a middle name. Is that weird or what?” I faced forward and looked in my book.

Cassie slid next to me. “Why did you turn down a chance to study in Austria?” Her voice was quiet like she didn’t want the other girls to hear. “I was living with a family who had a real daughter who was studying in Europe. She was so pretty and she came home to visit for Christmas. She had so many experiences.” She looked across me out the window and sighed. “That was my favorite family.”

“Um, yodeling,” I said. That was all the answer I thought I needed to give. I wondered what she meant by having a favorite family. I thought you only got one.

“I never thought I could even get into MIT.” She smiled at me. “I hit the jackpot here.” She shifted her legs closed and closed her eyes like she needed to pee. She didn’t get the blank stare Kara said I got went I wet a diaper.

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I want to see more

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You’ve got me hooked with the last chapter. You have an interesting cast of characters going and I’m looking forward to more.

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Agreed. The stage is set with a very Breakfast Club-ish lot.

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I am also really enjoying this story.

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Here’s another chapter for you all. I am really loving the feedback. It makes me feel good as a writer.

Chapter Three: The Public Change

About noon, we stopped at a McDonald’s. I had wet my diaper a second time, which made the pee not feel so clammy, but I wanted a fresh diaper. We all grabbed our diaper bags and stood outside the van as Bets lock it up.

“Okay. Here is the plan. Cassie, Nora, and Melody will go into the bathroom and change. Veronica, Bella, and Darlene and I will order our food. When you come out, we will go change while you order your food. Then we will eat together.”

I looked at Cassie and Melody. Melody looked back at Bets. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was too shy. Cassie walked toward the building. I grabbed Melody’s hand and pulled her with me as I followed. We got inside and Cassie and I took the first two stalls. I thought I heard Melody go into the third stall, but I wasn’t sure.

I pulled down my pants and looked down at my wet diaper. It was really wet in the back since I sat while wetting. I peeled off the tapes and rolled it up, then wiped myself off with baby wipes. Once finished, I put on the diaper like I had practiced by leaning against the wall of the stall. I got it on semi-decently. I listened as Cassie changed. I heard the toilet flushing, and then heard the rustling of a diaper. We came out together. Melody stood waiting for us holding a diaper.

She pushed the diaper to Cassie. “Can you please change me?”

“I’m not changing your smelly butt,” said Cassie.

“Can’t you change yourself? We did it,” I said.

“My mommy always changed me. I don’t know what to do.” She held the diaper to me.

I sighed. “I guess I can help you.”

She pulled the diaper change table down and then tried to unhook her overalls. She had trouble.

They opened easily to me. Once her pants were down, she lay on the table. Her diaper was swollen. Unlike my purple diaper, hers was white, but it had blocks across the front. I thought my diaper was thick.

“Guard the door,” I told Cassie. I didn’t want any strangers seeing this. I untaped the college woman’s diaper and then cleaned her with a wipe. For her part, Melody lay still and stared at the ceiling. I put the clean diaper under her and then powdered her. I then closed it and taped it up. The tapes on her diaper sucked, but they got the job done. Once she was diapered she stood up and pulled up her pants and then motioned for me to do up her overalls.

“Thank you,” she said.

“We are going to have to teach you to do this yourself,” I said.

“Why can’t you get your overalls undone? What do you do when you poop?” asked Cassie.

“Mommy takes me to the potty when I have to poop.”

“I knew everyone would be in diapers, but she’s a fucking baby,” snarled Cassie. “Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”

“Don’t call me a baby,” she said. “I am a big girl.”

“You’re not a baby. You just let your mother do too many things for you. We better teach you to do things yourself before classes start” I knew I shouldn’t have promised. I knew I would regret it. It’s hard enough pretending to be incontinent without being a mommy. I just didn’t want to be around her if she couldn’t learn discretion before classes started.

Cassie just rolled her eyes. We walked out to get food. It wasn’t real food; it was McDonald’s food.

I ordered a vanilla milkshake and a Double Quarter Pounder. I supersized it too. Since I am lactose intolerant, I was an idiot, but I thought it wouldn’t matter. Ugh. At least Cassie had hers coming. She ordered the same thing as me. I should have had a happy meal like Melody.

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more please

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Very good so far please continue

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I admit, I am fascinated at this point by the simple question of whether or not Melody is REALLY incontinent, or if her mother simply ensured that she was never potty trained in the first place.

This is a fun story. I look forward to more.

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Chapter Four: Bonding with Cassie.

We arrived at the camp just after one. I got up and looked around. The camp consisted of four log cabins that sat on the edge of a forest. A simple gravel track ran between the cabins and a large meadow. We pulled right up to the cabin and we unloaded stuff.

The first thing I did when we had everything offloaded into the cabin was make my bed. The cabin was smallish, but much larger than we needed. Bunk beds lined the back wall. There were about ten of them. A twin bed sat near the door. Of course Bets claimed that one. I was surprised that many of the girls openly put their packs of diapers at the foot of their beds. I shrugged and put my diaper back in that location. I didn’t even bother to zip it.

I claimed one on the edge, but Cassie took the one next to me. She said she didn’t want to be near Melody who had taken a bunk in the center. It was funny. Everyone picked bottom bunks. I didn’t know why, but that is how it was. I wondered why. My guess was that if an incontinent girl shared a bunk bed, the other sibling would get the top in case their were any leaks. No one wants a golden shower in their sleep.

When we were all unpacked, Bets called a meeting. We gathered around. She passed out sheets of paper. I looked at mine and saw we had an agenda. I sighed. It wasn’t bad. There were nature hikes, a swimming session at the lake, and sports. I hated sports. There was also free time as well.

“So I have lots of activities planned,” said Bets. “We need to get to know one another. I am Bets. I started a scholarship so that girls with incontinence. When I studied engineering at MIT, I was alone. I was embarrassed about having to share a dorm room and explain to my roommate that I had a wetting problem. She teased me and never wanted to hang out. She kept my secret, but I felt like someone who only lived in the same room as me. I wanted a roommate who knew what incontinence was like. I realized that only another incontinent girl would make a good roommate. That’s why we are here. We want you to pick a college roommate who you can bond with. There are six of you and that means we have three dorm rooms to fill. You will spend lots of time with your new roommate, so here at camp, I want you to spend time with each of your fellow freshmen engineers. Any questions?”

“Um, what’s with the swimming?” asked Veronica. “It’s stupid. I can’t swim anymore. We’re incontinent. How’s that even going to work?”

“I like to swim,” said Melody. “My mommy sent some swim diapers.”

“I’m not wearing swim diapers. You can’t hide them under a bikini,” said Veronica.

“There are many ways to deal with swimming,” said Bets. “Swim diapers are one of them. I have plenty of extra swim diapers for those who don’t have any. I usually just wear my regular diaper under soccer shorts though. We are here at this campground where there is a beautiful lake just to the south of us.”

“That’s what I do,” said Bella. “No one really knows. They do swell a bit though.”

“We are going swimming tomorrow,” said Bets. “We will all enjoy it. We have the campground to ourselves, so no one is going to see you in your diapers. That is final. I won’t insist that you change your swimming habits. Besides, when are you going to have a chance to swim again.”

I was disappointed. Out of habit, I had brought a bikini. I did think about the diapers. I would never be able to swim again. I was upset because I looked good in a bikini.

“You guys are just so stupid,” said Darleen. “Stop arguing. It’s not important. We are here to bond. Let’s not get into an argument about one activity.”

“Very good, Darleen,” said Bets.

It took an entire hour to get through the agenda. Cassie started fidgeting. My stomach started to cramp and I knew I would have to poop soon. I shifted uncomfortably as well. Some of the girls told long stories. I was in pain. I looked around and then at my watch. I saw Cassie relax. Her face looked blank like she was peeing.

She got a scared look on her face and struggled to her knees. “Bathroom,” she squeaked. Everyone stared at her. Was she a faker? I had to go bad as well. We would both get sent home if I revealed myself.

"Do you need a diaper change?"ask Bets. She looked a mix of concerned and suspicious.

“No,” she whispered. “Yes. I–” She stood and held a hand tightly on the back of her black pants. She ran out the door.

“What happened?” asked Melody.

I got up. “If she feels like me, she really has to poop.” I grabbed her diaper bag and mine. “Where is the bathroom? I’ll find her.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Bets. “I should have mentioned that. It’s right behind cabin one. None of us are bowel incontinent this year.”

I ran out the door to follow Cassie. She was going the wrong way.

“Cassie.”

She looked at me.

“This way,” I said.

She came back in my direction and we looked around. I spotted cabin one and we walked around to the back. The bathroom was just around the corner. I was ahead of Cassie and spotted the bathroom. My heart sunk when I saw it. It was a tiny wooden building with a moon carved in the door. It leaned to one side at a ten degree angle. I looked back at Cassie. She had her knees pressed together and she was hobbling by moving just the bottoms of her legs.

“I’m not going to make it.” She just stopped. I heard a squishy fart. There wasn’t much smell because the diaper blocked most of it.

“Come on,” I told her. I needed to go bad as well.

“I…,” she said. I saw her almost fall and like an idiot, I rushed forward to catch her. She clung to my neck and hung on me as she bent over and I heard the squishy farting noise again. “Oh God,” she said. I had thought she was just farting, but she really stunk. She had just filled her diaper.

Her weight pushed me down a few inches. I lost control myself and made a mess in my diaper as well. I knew I shouldn’t have had the milkshake. Usually I would go to the bathroom right away, but I was distracted by needed to change my diaper in McDonald’s and dealing with two other girls. We stood together hugging each other as we emptied our bowels in our underpants. It had gone too far. I wondered if it was too late to take up yodeling. I would go to Bets, come clean and give up this nonsense. I was done.

“I can’t believe I did that,” said Cassie. “I’ve never had an accident since I was ten.”

I looked at her.

“I mean pooped my pants,” she said. “This sucks.” She let go of me. “What are we going to do?”

“I guess we get changed. I brought our diaper bags.”

“Well, we are supposed to be bonding,” she said. “Have you ever changed a messy diaper? What should I do?”

“To be honest, I don’t have any experience with this.” I looked at the bathroom and started for it. I would get some water and paper towels so I could clean myself. However, when I opened the door, there was only a wooden plank with a hole in the middle. I let the door shut and turned back to Cassie.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s just an outhouse. We need a shower.”

“Or a hose,” she said. “At least it’s contained in my diaper.”

It wasn’t running down my legs yet. “Me too, buy I am afraid it will leak any minute. Let’s go back and get Bets. She’ll know what to do.”

“No way,” said Cassie. “I am not going into a room with a bunch of dorks and admitting I just filled my pants. I never should have had that milkshake in McDonald’s. It’s just McDonald’s shakes that make me almost shit my pants.”

“Almost?” I asked.

“Well, until now,” she said.

I opened my diaper bag and took inventory. There were diapers, some powder, and a box of wipes. I didn’t really stock it with a lot of necessities being unsure what I needed. I looked at Cassie. “I don’t know what to do either. There is no room to change in the outhouse. Hell, there is no running water. Let’s just admit our mistake and go tell Bets.”

“I got a better idea,” said Cassie. “How about we go skinny dipping?”
That was a weird suggestion and just came out of no where. Sure, I’d like a swim, but I had to deal with my accident. I gave her a questioning look.

“No, really. We go down to the lake, strip naked, and wash this mess off of us. Bets said there was a lake to the south of us.”

“We can’t wash in the lake. We’ll contaminate it.” I could imagine the next day having to swim in the same water I washed my poopy ass with. That would sure go over well.

“Just come on.” Cassie walked or rather waddled ahead of me. She looked into the woods and stopped, but then she saw started forward.

I wasn’t about to just charge into the woods, but Cassie found a dirt trail and we headed straight into the woods. I think we walked around. The mess was spreading throughout my diaper and I imagined that some was running down the back of my leg. I touched the back of my jeans, but nothing felt wet. I continued to follow for about twenty minutes, when we crossed a little foot bridge across a creek. We turned following the bank of the creek until we found a lake.

The lake was pretty big. Cassie walked down from toward the lake and was about to undo her pants when I saw a sign that said the swimming area was around the lake a bit. “The swimming area is around here.”

Cassie reluctantly buttoned her pants and we walked the short area to a swimming area complete with a sand beach and a little building at the top of sand. The building had two signs: one said men and the other said women. It was dressing rooms.

“Ooh, there might be showers in there.” She hurried forward, not even waddling anymore. I followed as best I could. Inside, it was indeed a dressing room. Even though we were inside, there was plenty of light. I looked up and there was no ceiling.

A line of bathroom stalls sat at one wall and sinks occupied another. In one corner was a shower room. Inside was just a pole with a bunch of shower heads like I was used to from gym class in high school. The edge of the room were surrounded by benches for changing. Cassie slipped out of her shirt and bra faster than she could have with help from a high school jock. She kicked her sandals off, but her pants took longer as she didn’t want to have her diaper leak when she was getting them undone. She flung her clothes onto one of the benches and looked down to examine the diaper.

I didn’t envy her and although my description seems like it, I didn’t just stand there and watch her change. I was undressed soon after she was. I was caught off guard by examining the seat of my pants. My diaper had leaked and there was an obvious stain at the back of my right leg. I sighed and threw the pants on the floor beneath the bench where my clean clothes were. I then untaped my diaper and slowly lowered it and then pulled it into a loose ball. Cassie kicked a trash barrel toward me and I dropped it in on top of her diaper.

She started toward the shower and was about to turn it on when I said, “Wouldn’t it suck if the water isn’t turned on?”

The look on her face was priceless, especially since she was naked and her but and thighs were smeared with poop. “Don’t you dare think that,” she cried. She reached the handle to the faucet and gave it a turn.

The piped groaned a bit, but then water started flowing and she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the water. I took a spot on the other side and turned on my faucet. The water felt so good after being dirty for so long. It felt so weird not having soap. I did not feel clean at all when I finished. I knew I was better then when I started. Water and scrubbing work wonders, but it’s not the same as soap, especially when I was cleaning poop of myself.

We finished and I reached in my diaper bag to pull out a clean diaper. Cassie put a hand on my wrist. “Wait,” she said, “Let’s go skinny dipping since we are here.”

“But…,” I started to object. “What if I wet?”

She smiled. “We will be outside and naked. You can’t get wet except from the lake water. If you pee on the beach or in the lake, who will know?”

At least she believed I was incontinent. I really wasn’t like a lot of the other girls here. Cassie was being pretty cool to me. I just wished she didn’t bully the other girls so bad. “Okay, but only for thirty minutes.”

We walked naked to the lakes to begin our swim. The water was cool and the sun was hot. I had never been skinny dipping before. It was so much fun.

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Sorry I went so long without an update. I am mostly moved in my new apartment. Yay. This is a short update and I offer apologies because you waited so long for just a little bit. (Sort of like reading comic books in my opinion.)

Chapter Five: Off to Face the Music

When we dressed, I could not wear my pants. I washed them in the lake, but I couldn’t get the stain out without a washing machine. “I guess you have to walk back pantsless.” She giggled.

“It’s not funny. I was not counting on messing my pants. This has never happened to me. Ever.” I did not remember a time I had messed myself. I remember the day I wet my pants in kindergarten and again in second grade. I don’t remember pooping myself. “It’s that stupid milkshake from McDonald’s. I’m lactose intolerant but I like to eat ice cream. So far it hasn’t caused any problems. Sure, I get the runs, but I always make it to the bathroom for that.”

“Well if it makes a difference,” said Cassie, “I messed myself bad when I was ten. I kept telling Lorraine I had to go, but she ignored me. Suddenly I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

“Who’s Lorraine?” I asked.

“She was a lady I lived with then. I didn’t like her. She raised German Shepherds. I was afraid of them. I’m glad they took me away from her.” She smiled and finished her story. “She was so mad too. I had to ride in the back of the pickup and then when we went home. She then took me into the yard and stripped me and hosed me off with the hose. She wouldn’t even let me get dressed or dried off. She just put me in one of the empty dog crates and I had to stay in there for a week until the social worker came and took me away from her.”

“Cassie, that’s terrible. I hope she got in big trouble for doing that. She should have been more understanding because of your incontinence.”

She got a panicked look. “Oh that was before that. I am an adult now and CPS doesn’t get to decide who I should live with. I am eighteen now and I’m going to study engineering at MIT.”

I wondered if everyone on this trip was dysfunctional. Cassie was the only one I got to really know so far, but Veronica seem very angry, Darleen had an overprotective mother, and there was Melody: the girl who never grew up. Only Bella seemed normal, but maybe that was because I hadn’t gotten to know what kind of baggage she carried around. “We better hurry back. They might think we got lost.”

“No. They’ll just know we decided to ditch those losers. You and me, we are different then the others. I can feel that we have more in common than the others.”

“Yeah, we both can’t control our bowels. The other girls just have wetting problems.” I turned to Cassie. “They are never going to let us live this down.”

“Sure they are,” said Cassie. "We just got hot. Diapers are hot in this weather, so we went for a dip in the lake. No further questions.

We walked back up the hill to the cabin and when we emerged from the trailhead at the edge of the woods, everything was quiet. When we left, we could hear the girls and Bets talking in the cabin. Now it was silent.

Cassie opened the door and I followed her in. I looked around and noticed the other girls weren’t there, except for one girl who let out a squeak.
I looked at the source of the sound. Bella was lying on a bunk changing her diaper. “I didn’t know you were coming in,” she said. She finished taping her diaper and grabbed her shorts and pulled them on. She looked at me and Cassie and then shook her head. “You two are in big trouble.”

“What for?” asked Cassie.

“You wandered from the group. You two were supposed to come right back after using the restroom.” Bella picked up her vampire book and walked to the door. “Where were you?”

“We went for a swim,” said Cassie. “It’s hot.”

“Well anyway, everyone else is at lunch in the dining hall. It’s that brick building across the meadow. You should come. You two need to face the music anyway, and besides there is lunch.”

Bella led the way across the meadow and we followed.

“So why were you in the cabin by yourself?” asked Cassie.

“I didn’t want to leak in my pants. I changed.” She looked pointedly at me for my lack of pants. I blushed and ran in the cabin and grabbed some shorts before returning. I caught up right as they got to the door of the dining hall.

Re: The Weird Scholarship

I am sorry that I have gone so long without a new chapter. I hope this one makes up for the lack of previous chapters. I am just overwhelmed by everything in my life. It is really hard to prioritize everything.

Chapter Seven: The Punishment

When Cassie and I entered the cafeteria, everyone got quiet. I knew that did not bode well. I knew it was even worse when Bets stood up and almost glared at us.

“Cassie, I need to have a word with you in the other room.” She looked at me. “I will deal with you after I deal with Cassie.” She turned and walked toward the kitchen, but turned and waited for Cassie who, with reluctance, followed her.

The other girls stared at me. Melody was the first to speak. “You were gone for three hours. Bets is really mad. She wants to send you both home.”

“That’s not quite true,” said Veronica. “She said that you better have a very good explanation.”

I panicked. “But I need this scholarship or I can’t go to college. The alternative is yodeling in Austria. I can’t yodel.”

“Then you better think of a good explanation,” said Melody. “Personally, I hope she sends Cassie home. She is such a meanie.”

“She seems really mean, but most mean people are just hurting inside,” said Bella. “Veronica acts cross and angry all the time, but that is because she hasn’t accepted her situation.”

“This is not about me,” said Veronica. “Besides, if you could pinpoint the person directly to blame for your incontinence, you would be angry at them too.”

“Where were you?” asked Melody. “I really like you Nora. I hope you don’t get in trouble too.”

I was sitting at the table and it took me a bit of time to realize I was being spoken to. I was worried to death and I really had to pee even though I had been earlier. I looked across to Melody. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Besides, you promised to teach me to change myself.”

I wondered if one of the other girls would help her out. I was sure they would, but I had promised. My thoughts were interrupted as the kitchen door slammed open against the wall and Cassie stormed out. She turned toward the door and yelled, “I hate you, you stupid bitch.” She then ran across the cafeteria and out the door toward the cabin. I caught a glimpse of her face as she ran by. Tears and mascara streaked her face. Clearly she was crying.

Bets appeared in the door and I slowly walked into the kitchen knowing I was going to be yodeling soon. “Nora, come on in. I want to hear your explanation.”

We walked into the kitchen. It was not just a kitchen like in a house, but an industrial kitchen with stainless steel counters and fixtures and everything. Since it was just the six of us, the kitchen didn’t look like it was being used. I followed her toward the freezer which made a buzzing sound. Two chairs sat in front of the freezer facing each other.

“Sit,” she said as she took a chair.

I sat and looked across to her.

“Cassie didn’t want to be a team player. She is in the cabin packing. Tell me why I shouldn’t yank your scholarship and send you home as well.”

“Cassie lost her scholarship?” I asked.

“Yes. She told some tale about the two of you getting bored after you went to poop and that you went for a walk to the lake. Yet you were gone for three hours. We almost called the park ranger to find you.”

“You didn’t believe her?” I asked.

“Of course not. She was obviously lying and she didn’t seem to care that I knew.”

“But,” I started to say. “That is pretty much what happened. We got done in the outhouse and walked down to the lake. I didn’t know it was against the rules. Please don’t pull my scholarship.”

“You two are hiding something, so I don’t think I have a choice. Go to the cabin and pack your stuff.”

I couldn’t lose this scholarship. I didn’t even get caught as a faker. How could everything have gone wrong? “Please, no.”

She gave me a stern look.

I thought about Cassie and how her only way to go to college was this scholarship. I was just faking my way through this. Cassie really had bladder control problems. “It’s all my fault. Don’t blame Cassie for this. She doesn’t deserve to lose her scholarship.”

“Cassie made her position clear. She said the two of you went off so you wouldn’t have to hang out with losers like the rest of us. Are you the one who convinced her of that.”

“No, but it’s still my fault. When we went to the outhouse to go number two, I let Cassie go first because she was the most desperate, but I couldn’t hold it until she was done. I’m eighteen years old and pooped my diaper like a toddler. I did it right in front of Cassie, too.”

“Go on,” said Bets. Her tone had changed.

“Well Cassie is pretty abrasive, so I expected her to make fun of me, but she didn’t. I still just stood there and balled. Instead of teasing me, she put an arm around me and told me it was okay. However, I didn’t feel okay. I was actually overwhelmed and didn’t know how to go about changing myself out of that mess. The outhouse didn’t have running water and I needed a shower. Cassie suggested that I clean myself in the lake.”

Bets eyebrows went up. “You didn’t wash that mess off in the lake, I hope?”

I shook my head. “No. When we got to the lake, we found the dressing rooms for the swimming area and I had a shower. Cassie helped change me. She was so nice and I was useless. Then the worse thing happened. My diaper had leaked and I had a huge poopy stain on my pants. I couldn’t go back like that. I sat and cried and refused to move. It took Cassie a few hours to convince me to come back without my pants. I was unconvinced until she said to tell them I leaked pee in my pants instead of poop. I’m so sorry. I lost Cassie her scholarship all because I had too much pride to let the other girls find out I messed myself.”

“You know that scholarship means a lot to Cassie. It’s her only chance to go to college. I can probably go in a few years once my dad gets his case with the IRS settled, but Cassie has no money and no family that can help her out.”

“Okay, you can stay. Go get Cassie and tell her she can stay too.” Bets then held up a finger. “However, Cassie said a lot of angry things and insulted all the other girls. The two of you will befriend Darla and Melody. Cassie will be in charge of changing and dressing Melody until she learns those skills herself. I don’t know what that woman was thinking not teaching the girl those things. You do the same for Darla. Do we have a deal?”

“I can’t speak for Cassie, but I accept that deal.”

“Good. Now go get Cassie and tell her she can stay if she follows the new rules.”

“Sure thing,” I said. I rushed out of the kitchen and through the cafeteria. As I left, the other girls were waiting.

“Are you being sent home too?” asked Melody. She stood up and came toward me. “I’ll really miss you.” She squeezed me into a tight hug.

“I explained everything to Bets. Everything is going to be okay. I got to run and tell Cassie before she does anything regrettable.” I pulled myself out of Melody’s hug and continued out the door toward the cabin.

When I opened the door to the cabin, I couldn’t see a thing. There was a thick cloud of what could only be described as baby powder. Clean diapers littered the floor, a box of wipes lay broken against the wall and clothes were scattered around.

I walked in and found Cassie lying facedown in her pillow. She was crying, but what really got my attention was she was naked from the waist down. There was a slightly damp diaper on the floor by her bed.

“Cassie?”

I didn’t know I spoke, but she sat up and turned to face me. She was white as sheet and covered with baby powder. She must have noticed me staring at her crotch, so she put her pillow in her lap to hid her nudity. “Did you get kicked out too?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “I explained everything to Bets and she is going to let us stay.”

“Really?” She looked around the cabin and then frowned. She must have been embarrassed. “What did you tell her? I said some awful things. I thought I burned my bridges before I stormed out.”
“I just told her that everything was my fault. You were just helping me because I had a messy accident and we were away so long because I was upset and too embarrassed to come back. She bought it.”

She looked back at me. “You didn’t tell her I messed myself first?”

“Nope.”

“Good,” she said.

I was disappointed she didn’t say anything else, but then she must have seen the look I gave her.

“I can’t live down a messy accident. I’m sorry you had to take the blame. Bets isn’t punishing us at all?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Yes, we are getting punished. We have to teach Melody and Darlene to be more independent. Both are functionally well-educated toddlers.”

“I can see that Darla just had an over-protective mother, but Melody is a piece of work.”

“Even Bets is surprised that Melody’s mother didn’t teach her anything. She is kind of upset about how childish she is. That’s where you come in. You are her new best friend.”

“Why me?” asked Cassie. “I am not a mommy. I am just a girl with a bladder control problem who wants to go to MIT.”

“You said and I quote, ‘I hate all these losers who equate incontinence with childishness. We just went away for some adult time.’”

“Yeah, I said that and I meant it. I would have tried to break away for some fun time anyway if we hadn’t pooped our pants.”

“Fair enough. Now we have our tasks to perform.” I waved one hand around the room. “So what happened here?”

“I threw the contents of my diaper bag around the room in anger. Do you think Bets will say anything?”

“Let’s not find out.” I picked a clean diaper off the floor. “Let’s get you diapered before you have an accident on the bed.”

She blushed, or I think she did under all the baby powder. She took the diaper and proceeded to diaper herself. She looked at me. “Thanks, Nora.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Let’s get this mess cleaned up before the other girls get back.”

We never did get the baby powder cleaned up despite sweeping the floor. The cloud dissipated and Cassie got her diaper bag restocked and her stuff put back away. The cabin still had a thin white dust over everything and the overwhelming violet scent of baby powder until we left camp at the end of the week. However, most of the evidence of Cassie’s temper tantrum had been eliminated by the time the other girls returned from dinner.

The only other consequence we faced was dinner. Both of us were famished from missing our meal. Cassie and I couldn’t get a chance to eat until breakfast. I was surprised that I managed to get away with faking incontinence, but I only had been at camp for a day. I had the rest of the week and then four years of college to hide the fact that I was a big fat liar.

Bets said we were going on a nature hike and then for a swim in the morning, so at least there would be activities to bond. I still needed to pick out which girl would be my new roommate.

Re: The Weird Scholarship

I really like the concept of this story. The idea is original, entertaining, and believable. However, I feel like you could work on some things.

What sticks out to me the most is the absolute lack of emotion from some of these characters, specifically Nora. Her dialogue and reactions seem empty and robotic. I guess my thinking is that you have this previously-normal girl who is now pretending to be incontinent, is surrounded by others who are actually incontinent, and is at risk of being caught at any moment for being a faker. To me, it seems as though she would be concealing a whole mess of emotions: fear of being caught, discomfort from dealing with other diapered individuals (especially Melody, whom she had to change), dread from the fact that diapers are now her life for at least 4 years, etc etc. Yet I get none of that from her. Nor do I understand why the other girls seem to like her so much, as she has remained somewhat “under the radar” until her pooping incident. I know what Nora is: a healthy girl with no college money who is pretending to be incontinent for a scholarship. But I have no idea WHO she is. She just seems to be going through the motions up until she pooped herself, which even then did not seem to significantly impact her state of mind. My advice would be to slow down the actual plot and take time to zoom in on these characters so we can get a better sense of who they are. The only two that truly stick out in my mind right now are Melody and Cassie, who so far have clear-cut personalities. Of course, there is still time to develop the others as Nora gets to know them.

Also, I’m just a tad skeptical about the whole “punishment” scene. Bets never explicitly stated that the two were to come back immediately after going to the bathroom. I can imagine she would have talked to them about where they’d been, but pulling a scholarship from two adults for being gone a few hours seems pretty ridiculous. I would have bought into it more had you made it clearer that they needed to get back to the group quickly.

Your word choice could use a bit of work as well. Just to point out one example, “Fair enough. Now we have our tasks to perform.” Maybe it’s just me, but this hardly sounds like something one casual teenage girl would say to another. “Fair enough. But now we’ve got work to do.” Same meaning, but flows much more easily.

On a more positive note, like I said, I think Melody and Cassie are really well developed. Cassie is the frustrated loner and Melody is the overprotected baby. I see a real chance for further development of these characters as the story progresses. Try to give this distinctive depth to your other characters and it will make for a much better story.

Tl;dr, you have a really neat story, but you need to work on the details. Take a moment here and there to show what a character is feeling. Develop your characters so that your readers connect with them better.

Re: The Weird Scholarship

I do agree, while I do like this story I have trouble getting into Nora’s conflict, her act just doesn’t seem difficult, I don’t feel getting caught is an issue here. I’m sure you might have her found out if you choose to but it doesn’t feel like a big chance as it stands.

Thisonecoolguy said it better but I felt I should add my thoughts to it.

I’m still glad to see you writing and I can’t wait to see more.