by: | Story In Progress | Last updated May 1, 2023
The walk to the bathroom might as well have gone by in slow mo. Engulfed in a sea of classmates and teachers, friends waving hello. The bumping. The loud chatter. An entire world completely oblivious to the outside - and also unaware that the dark-haired girl who won the spelling bee last year is...waddling.
The wet goodnite swells with Macy's shame as she tries her best not to give any signs of her plight, but that waddle in her step nor the cringe every time the drenched pull-up rubs against her skin are doing much help.
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The transition was as quick as it was embarrassing for Macy. In a matter of a week, she had gone from a normal, underwear donning high school student, to a goodnite wearing nervous wreck with an inability to control her body.
It was food poisoning that, at first, left her sick and unable to get out of bed with a rumbling stomach. Used tissues and a barf bag or two surrounded her bed. Then it escalated when her bladder demanded emptying, and when your sickness has rendered you bedridden to the point of being dizzy upon standing up, the bladder has a tendency to just take the responsibility upon itself.
Her sheets were only drenched for a couple days before mom went out to the store to get some "protection".
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The bathroom stall lock clicked as Macy was now safe from the judging eyes of an entire high school. Reaching into her backpack, past the books, the gym uniform, and letter from the principal she earned last month after making their list, she finally grabbed what was now needed. After pulling out the backup goodnite that her mom had packed, Macy inspected it's childish design: A couple flower and star prints glaze the bottom area with babyish gossamer as a purple butterfly floats above. As she looked down at her wet pull-up, Macy wondered why it wasn't bad enough to have these kinds of accidents in the first place, but that she also had to don something whose design alone was so hellbent on furthering her infantile appearance.
Macy
by: Anonymous | Story In Progress | Last updated May 1, 2023
Stories of Age/Time Transformation