L.D.M.

Chapter 1
Kirsten's weird wake-up.

The sound of pidgeons cooing floated in through the open window and a narrow ray of sunlight found its way through the thick red curtains and onto Kirsten’s closed eyelids. She groaned softly and tried to ignore the fact that she was slowly waking up, wishing herself back into the dream she had just had. The warm and fuzzy sensation one always has when waking up slowly, gave her a sensation of weightlessness. Of total relaxation. What day was it again? Yesterday was kind of hazy in her memory. Something about school, and about visiting the lab of Eugene’s dad. That Eugene; he had totally fallen for her flirtatious attempts to get him to show her the cool device his dad had built. Boy.. was he disappointed when she had refused to kiss him afterwards. Maybe she should apologize to him or something, if she saw him at school today....

At school. Today.

What time was it anyway? Without moving, Kirsten tried to get a look at her alarm clock, which was on the desk on the other side of her bedroom. Nine something.. Mom and dad would be off to work and Tim would be at elementary school already. It was a Tuesday, she now remembered. Good... That meant she wouldn’t have any classes until eleven. She could still make it there on time. In fact, it would probably be okay if she just closed her eyes for another five minutes...

Careful not to throw the blankets off her, Kirsten turned onto her other side, intending to allow herself to fall asleep again, but suddenly opened her eyes widely when she felt a chilly sensation.

For some reason, the part of the mattress underneath her thighs and waist felt cold, even through her night gown. Or was it her night gown that felt cold? She turned on her back and tried to sit up, but now her legs became tangled in the lower half of her night gown. Like it was sticking to them or something.

No way...

As she used her hands to free her legs from the gown, her fears were confirmed. The night gown’s cotton fabric felt clammy from her waist down. A quick stroke of her hand told her that this was also the case with the mattress.

Like she’d been stung by a wasp, Kirsten flung the blankets off her violently and jumped to her feet to assess the damage. It was bad. A dark stain of moisture covered almost one third of the mattress’ surface while the night gown kept sticking to her legs. A quick check also confirmed her panties to be soaking wet. Now, as her mind started to register what was happening, the scent of urine began to reach her nose. There was no mistake: she had wet the bed.

Kirsten stood beside her bed like a statue, staring down at something she didn’t want to accept as reality yet. But no matter how often she tried blinking her eyes, the stain on the bed would not disappear. Neither would her night gown and panties stop feeling clammy on her skin. How could this have happened?, she asked herself over and over. Why?

Kirsten imagined Tim, her little brother running in and seeing her like this. When that thought occurred, her eyes darted toward the door involuntarily, but then she remembered that he was at school already. Tim has been waking up dry for months now. He’s so proud that he’s finally a big boy, being six years old already. And now I ’m wetting the bed? Me? His fourteen year-old big sister?

Kirsten felt how tears of humiliation began to form in the corners of her eyes and blinked to get them away. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t a baby. Not her. Not Kirsten Jones. This was just a fluke, she decided. A one-time incident that she was going to forget about as soon as possible.

Suddenly Kirsten was grateful for being home alone. She didn’t need Tim or mom knowing about this. Tim would never let her hear the end of it. And as for her mother.... Just yesterday they’d been argu?ng about make-up, and if she were old enough to wear it yet. The last thing Kirsten needed right now was for her mother to look upon her as a child.

She would have to hide this from them somehow. If I put all this stuff into the washing machine now, I can take it out after school, before mom gets back from work. She’ll never have to find out.

With knees still slightly trembling, Kirsten bent and started taking all the wet sheets off the bed. Then, carrying the big pile of linnen in her arms and careful not to trip over anything, since she could hardly see over the top of it, she made her way down the hall to the bathroom.

There, relieved, she threw the sheets down on the ground beside the washing machine, glad to get the smell of urine out of her nose. One by one, she put them into the machine and was about to close the door when she realized that the night gown and panties she still wore, were also wet.

Kirsten pulled the gown over her head, trying not to let the damp bottom part touch her face, keeping her nostrils shut, then pulled her panties down her legs and put both pieces of clothing into the machine.

While it started rumbling, Kirsten noticed the reflection of her naked body in the bathroom’s

full-body mirror. The tender skin on her buttocks was a little red; a small reminder that she had been wearing wet panties. But the rest of her body: the long legs, the slim waist, the tight white-skinned belly, the blonde pubic hair that was beginning to grow below it, the still-small but also growing breasts, her oval-shaped face with the blue eyes, pink-ish lips, a small nose and the long, straight, brassy blonde hair; all of it proved to her what she was: a fourteen year old girl. Pretty, too. Not a baby at all.

The hot water from the shower rained down on Kirsten’s head like like a blessing. As she washed herself from top to bottom with jasmine-scented shower gel, she started feeling like herself again. This is all going to blow over, she reassured herself, and believed it. After a blissful ten minutes of shower time, she stepped out of the shower cabin and took her towel from the rack to dry herself. The washing machine was still making the same soothing, buzzing and rumbling sound. When she was dry, Kirsten put her towel to the side and knelt in front of the machine to see if the laundry was coming along. Naturally, it would take a lot longer for the program to finish.

Kirsten got back on her feet, feeling energetic, ready to leave the events of this morning behind and get on with her life. With her right hand, she turned the brass knob on the bathroom door to unlock it while at the same reaching behind her back with her left, to grab the towel and wrap it around her like a sarong. Her hand touched only air and the smooth ceramic surface of the sink. Kirsten turned around to see if the towel had slid off and fallen to the floor. There was no towel there either.

That’s odd. I could have sworn I put it right there. Now where did I... Kirsten looked around, quickly scanning every part of the bathroom but didn’t find the towel. Oh well, never mind.

She opened the door and stepped outside. The air in the hallway felt cold against her skin after the warm moisture of the bathroom, giving her goosebumps. She hurried back into her bedroom, wanting to get dressed as quick as possible. Kirsten grabbed the wooden handle of her underwear drawer and pulled it out. Her mouth sagged open in astonishment.

It took Kirsten’s brain a couple of moments to process what exactly she was see?ng. Instead of the neat piles of fine underpants in various colours, which she had expected to see, the entire drawer was crammed with folded objects she couldn’t immediately identify. After a moment of surprise, Kirsten stretched out her hand and touched one carefully, using only one finger. It had a sky blue streak on it in the middle. And it creaked. What the hell is this doing here? Kirsten asked herself in panick, while she picked one up and unfolded it. It was what she thought it looked like. A diaper. Not a baby diaper, though. This one was much bigger. It looked big enough for.... well, for her! And there were dozens more crammed into the drawer, filling it up completely.

Shocked, with trembling knees, she slammed the drawer shut and yanked out the one below. More diapers. The drawer below that one didn’t contain any diapers, but was filled with her own socks. Well, that’s something but it’s not much use. Who on earth put diapers in my underwear drawer? And where’s my underwear? A thought occurred to her. She must still be dreaming. Forcefully, she grabbed a bit of skin on her lower left arm between her right thumb and index finger and pinched it. Hard. OW!

Yeah, that hurt, allright. And when she looked around she was still standing there, in front of the same drawer, which was filled with the same diapers. So if it’s not a dream, what the hell is it? Am I going crazy? Well, she wasn’t going to wear one of those, obviously, and her underwear was nowhere in sight. Kirsten turned and opened the door of her wardrobe. On the right, shelves of t-shirts offered a familiar sight. On the left, cloth hangers dangled empty from the aluminum bar where her jeans and skirts should’ve been. This was getting ridiculous. Oh, come on! Kirsten thought, getting more and more desperate now. Give me a break! What’s going on?

Well, at least her t-shirts were still there, so she grabbed the biggest one, a baggy white t-shirt with a red maple leaf print, which her dad had once bought back from a business trip to Canada. Of course, it was hideous, so she’d never worn it before, but at least it was big enough cover her private parts.

Just having something to cover herself immediately gave Kirsten a sense of relief, but not for long. How was she supposed to go out like this? She had to go to school for an important test today. She’d have to repeat the whole grade if she missed it! She just had to find some descent clothes somewhere, somehow.

That’s it! Maybe I could borrow something from Jenny! She lives just next door and we’re in the same grade, so we should be about the same size! Only... I can’t just go over there without wearing any underwear, can I? That’s when she remembered the panties she’d just put into the washing machine. Holding her breath for a second, Kirsten listened and realized that the rumbling had stopped. Maybe it was finished already! Kirsten hurried back to the bathroom, where the washing machine indeed did not show any sign of activity. She yanked the door open, reached inside.... and found nothing. The whole thing was empty!

Tears of desperation now sprang into her eyes, and this time Kirsten didn’t do anything to stop them. Then, a scary thought occurred to her. Could there be someone in the house?

A few minutes long, Kirsten was afraid to move. She just sat on the bathroom floor, listening breathlessly, if she could hear anything move. Apart from some kids’ voices from outside the house there was absolute silence. Kirsten slowly got up and tip-toed back to her room to put on some socks. Her shoes were still there too, fortunately. She kept listening sharply while she put them on, but nothing seemed to be moving inside the house. With her shoes on, Kirsten sneaked from her bedroom into the hallway and from there into each of the other bedrooms. Nothing. She even checked the attic and was walking down the stairs to the living room when a loud metallic CLANG in there made her heart leap to her throat. Without a second thought, Kirsten jumped down the last three steps and dashed out of the front door without looking back to see who or what had made the noise. Blindly, she ran through the front yard, out the gate and onto the street, not caring who saw her like this now. She didn’t dare to even look around before she had entered Jenny’s front yard and closed the gate behind her. Since no-one seemed to be following her, Kirsten walked the last few meters up the driveway toward the front door. She pushed the button on the door bell, then leaned against the door frame with one shoulder, catching her breath. Then, the rumbling sound of a key turning in a lock could be heard and the door swung swung back to reveal Jenny’s face looking around the corner, one eyebrow pulled up, looking at Kirsten curiously.