Subject: Jennifer's Decision... a twin story (M/f; M/f; M/f)
From: SamPast@aol.com
Date: 99-05-11 14:33:24 EDT
This story introduces Betsy, and Amy. The next story after this is "Best Friends". This story was not posted until well after "Best Friends", because I was not sure if it would be of interest. There is more detail about Jennifer's bed wetting in this story than in most of the twin stories.
This story is a work of fiction. The author does not endorse or encourage the actual spanking of real children in any way. All characters are the products of the author's imagination.
Do not copy or distribute this story without written permission from the author. Permission to keep one personal archive copy is hereby granted. Do not write other stories using these characters without permission from the author.
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It was Monday morning and I was sitting in the classroom talking to a few friends before class started. I didn't know that my life was about to change in the next minute. I was a nice looking, nine-year-old girl with a lot of friends, who I got along with pretty well. I had a twin sister named Robin, and two parents who loved me. I was a typically normal kid, except for one small problem. I was a bed-wetter. Of course, no one at school knew except, unfortunately, my sister. My teacher knew I had a bladder-control problem, and therefore let me leave the classroom as often as I needed to. Thankfully, I had never had an accident in this class. We won't talk about last year, when I was only in third grade.
Anyway, at 8:45, fifteen minutes before the bell would ring, in walked Amy. She was the most popular girl in our class. And she was one of my friends. I couldn't believe she liked me. I was hardly one of the popular girls. But I guess my twin status did something for me. Kids were always interested in twins. I would have to thank Robin for that one day.
When Amy walked in, all the girls gathered around her.
She said, "Guess what girls?" She held some papers up in her hands.
"What is it? What is it?" everyone shouted.
"You're not going to believe it," Amy squealed, "invitations to my birthday party in two weeks. It's a slumber party! And my mother let me invite every girl in the class!"
"Oh my god!"
"No way!"
"WOW!"
"That's so cool!"
All the girls were shouting and crowding around Amy. All of them except me. Oh, why did it have to be a slumber party? Why couldn't it just be one of those parties where the girls put on their little frilly dresses and their Mary Jane party shoes? What was I gonna do? How could I not go? Everyone would go. Everyone would go unless they were dead. I don't think my parents would let me call in dead.
"So, what do you think, Jennifer?" Amy asked me.
I hesitated. "Oh, um, it sounds great," I said without enthusiasm.
Amy seemed hurt. "What's wrong? Don't you want to come?"
"Oh, of course I do. I'll just have to ask my parents first," I answered.
"Well, of course, dummy. That's why the party is in two weeks. It gives everyone time to make plans, including me!" Amy replied.
The girls continued talking about the party until the bell rang. Thank goodness! Saved by the bell.
Right as my teacher, Mrs. Dunne was taking attendance, this girl Betsy came running in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Mrs. Dunne! I promise it won't happen again." Betsy said.
I turned around as I heard the other girls laugh. Betsy was soaked from head to toe, as it was raining pretty hard outside.
"Betsy Wetsy," one of the boys whispered. Then the other boys started cracking up.
I felt kind of bad for Betsy. She was pretty new to the school and she hadn't made that many friends. I was torn between being her friend and thinking the other girls would make fun of me because of it. I tried to be nice, though.
Mrs. Dunne stated, "Betsy, you're soaking wet. Here, why don't you put on my sweater until you warm up?"
I could tell Betsy was embarrassed, "Uh, no thank you, Mrs. Dunne, I'm fine." She went and sat down in her seat, which just happened to be next to mine.
"Hi," I said, "are you okay?"
She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to figure out if I was talking to her or not. Finally she said, "Yeah, thanks. Did I miss anything?"
I looked around and saw Amy and the other girls in a cluster. I whispered, "Just Amy's big announcement. She's invited all the girls in the class to her birthday party in two weeks. It's a slumber party."
Betsy said, "Oh, well, I probably wasn't invited. I don't think Amy likes me."
I thought about that and then said, "She doesn't know you very well, but neither do I, and anyway she said her mom let her invite ALL the girls in the class, so that means you, too."
Then Mrs. Dunne started reading groups. Since Betsy and I were in different groups, we didn't get to talk again until lunchtime.
The whole morning I tried to put Amy's party out of my mind. It was hard, though, since that was all anyone could talk about. On the playground, I hung out with Betsy. She turned out to be really nice, and a lot like me. I introduced her to my sister, Robin. She couldn't get over how much we looked alike.
Betsy said, "Well, Jennifer, it's a good thing you wear glasses, otherwise I might not be able to tell you two apart at all."
Robin and I just laughed. We were used to this.
I think Amy sensed something was wrong. I always hung out with her and the other girls on the yard. But today, Betsy and I were playing in the playground with Robin and a bunch of kids from her class.
Amy came over to us and asked, "Jennifer, don't you want to hear about the party?"
Now I really didn't, but I couldn't tell this to Amy so I said, "Of course, come on, Betsy, let's go hear the details."
Amy gave Betsy a cursory glance and said, "Oh, yeah, Betsy, here's your invitation. You weren't here this morning when I was giving them out."
I think Betsy was shocked. She wasn't really expecting to get an invitation.
"Gee thanks, Amy," was all she said.
"Yeah, well, my mother told me I had to invite all the girls or it wouldn't be nice," Amy replied.
I couldn't believe she said that. Right then and there, I wanted to slap her. How could she be so cruel? I can't believe I was friends with a girl who said mean stuff like that.
But Betsy didn't seem to care. All she said was, "C'mon Jennifer, I'll race you to the slide!"
I ran after her. I was glad I had become Betsy's friend.
That night at home I fingered the invitation. I knew if I asked my parents, they would say "yes" to the party. But I couldn't go. How could I go sleep over at someone's house, when I wet my own bed at home? NO! I couldn't do it.
During dinner, I just pushed the food around on my plate. I couldn't eat. I knew the next two weeks would be impossible. Waiting, deciding, wondering, I didn't know what to do. And I wasn't ready to ask anyone for advice.
The next day at school was pretty much the same as the one before. I hung out more with Betsy then I did with Amy. Amy noticed and was not too happy. I couldn't even explain why. I guess maybe because I didn't want to go to the party, I was afraid to hang out with Amy and find out how much fun it was going to be. Does that make sense?
I was so deep in thought that afternoon in the classroom, that I didn't realize when I had to go to the bathroom. All of a sudden, I realized I was soaking wet. Oh my god! I had an accident at school. No, this can't be happening to me. I'm in fourth grade. OH! What was I going to do?
Mrs. Dunne announced, "Okay, boys and girls, it's time to line up for music."
I looked around. All the kids were getting up. I looked down into my lap and then back up at the kids. Could they see? Did they know I wet myself?
All the kids were on line and walking out the door. I stayed frozen. I couldn't move. Mrs. Dunne noticed me and walked over.
"Jennifer, aren't you coming to music?" she asked.
"I, um, I, well, no," I said. Then I began to cry.
Mrs. Dunne could tell there was something wrong, "Okay, Jennifer, I'll bring the class to music. I'll be right back, okay?" I just nodded.
Mrs. Dunne came back two minutes later. I hadn't moved at all.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you sick?" she asked, as she felt my forehead. I felt bad. She was so concerned.
I continued to cry. Then I looked down. Mrs. Dunne followed my gaze. It was then that she noticed the puddle on the floor.
"Oh, Jennifer, did you wet your pants?" she asked even though she knew the answer was yes.
I just nodded again. I was crying too hard to speak.
"Okay, come on. You'll go down to the nurse's office and get cleaned up," she said gently. I guess she knew that I kept a spare pair of clothes there in case of times like these. I was hoping, of course, that times like these would be few and far between, or even nonexistent.
She brought me to the nurse's office and told the nurse what happened. Mrs. Villani was quite familiar with me and my accidents and told Mrs. Dunne not to worry. Mrs. Dunne looked over at me before she went back to the classroom.
Mrs. Villani asked, "Jennifer, do you want me to call your uncle?"
I just nodded. Mrs. Villani was the only one in the school that knew the principal was my uncle. Suddenly, I needed him more than ever.
Mrs. Villani handed me a clean set of pants and panties and told me to go to my uncle's office. When I got there, he was waiting for me. Thankfully, his secretary was nowhere in sight.
"C'mere, baby! It's okay," Uncle Jack said.
Suddenly, I felt like a really little girl. I was safe in my uncle's arms and he was going to make everything all right.
Uncle Jack helped me to change. Then I washed my face and had a drink of water.
"I don't feel well, Uncle Jack, please don't make me go back to class!" I said.
Uncle Jack pulled me onto his lap. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong, Jennifer?"
"Nothing. I just don't feel well. I guess that's why I had an accident. Oh, please don't tell Daddy! He's going to be so mad at me."
"Your father will not be angry with you, Jennifer. Don't you know that by now? It was an accident, and accidents happen. Now what were you thinking about so intently that you didn't realize you had to use the bathroom?" Uncle Jack queried.
"Nothing," I answered, "I mean, I guess just math."
I think Uncle Jack knew I was lying, but he didn't probe me any further. He just called Mommy at home and told her I wasn't feeling well. I got my books, bookbag, and my coat, and said goodbye to Mrs. Dunne. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mommy tried to get me to talk to her when we got home, but I didn't have much to say.
"Jennifer, I know you had an accident at school today," she said.
"Yeah? So? It was an accident, Mommy!" I whined.
"I didn't say it wasn't, Jennifer Lynn! You can cut out that whining right now! Mommy warned.
"Sorry," I said.
"Okay, sweetie, why don't you go take a little nap? Maybe you'll feel better after that," Mommy suggested.
"Okay," I said. I knew Mommy was a little testy because she was pregnant. She didn't always feel too well, either.
I went into the room I shared with Robin. I took off my pants and underwear and slipped on my pantsies. It was really a diaper for older kids, but I had given it this stupid nickname when I was four, and it just stuck. Usually Mommy or Daddy put it on me at night, but I really wanted to be alone right now. I laid down on my bed and thought about what happened at school. I was glad none of the other kids knew what I had done.
I must have fallen right to sleep, because the next thing I knew Mommy was shaking me awake. "Jenn, I have to go pick Robin up at school. Do you want to come?" Mommy asked.
I just shook my head no. Mommy said, "Okay, well, I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't open the door to anyone, all right?" This time I nodded.
I got up and pulled off the pantsies. Soaking wet. Figures! Why did I have to wet the bed? I asked myself as I changed. The doctor said it happens with lots of children and that I would grow out of it someday. But when?
I changed and went into the kitchen to do my homework. Wasn't it nice of Mrs. Dunne to give it to me before I left? Ten minutes later, Mommy came home with Robin.
"Hey, Jenn, are you okay? I didn't even know you went home sick. I was worried when you didn't show up at the flagpole," Robin said.
"I'm okay," I said. It didn't sound like I meant it. I mean, I was okay physically, but mentally I wasn't. All I could think about was this stupid party. The thought of going made me sick, but the thought of not going made me . . . I don't know what it made me, but it didn't feel right.
"You don't sound okay. And I saw Amy, and she said you had gotten sick when the class went to music. She said they even had to send the custodian with a mop. What'd you do, throw up?"
"NO!" I shouted, "Just leave me alone!" I yelled.
Robin looked at Mommy with a 'what did I do' look. Then realization must have dawned on her.
"Oh," she said, "you wet your pants? At school?" Robin started to laugh.
"Mommy!" I yelled, "Make her stop!"
Just then the phone rang. Robin was closest so she picked it up. Mommy had her hands in the chicken so she wouldn't have been able to answer it anyway.
Robin said into the phone, "Oh, hi, Daddy, yeah, I just got home. Jennifer came home early, Yeah, she wet her pants at school today!"
I couldn't believe she told Daddy. I wanted to kill her. And she said it like she was telling on me, too. That little witch!
"ROBIN!" I yelled.
"ROBIN!" Mommy yelled, "GIVE ME THAT PHONE!"
Mommy wiped her hands on her apron, and grabbed the phone from Robin. She turned my sister around and swatted her on the rear end.
"Go stand in the corner until I'm ready to deal with you! NOW!"
Mommy gave Robin that warning look that means 'Now you've done it, don't mess with me any more.' I glared at Robin, as well. I still could not believe what she did.
Into the phone, Mommy said, "Hi, honey, yeah, no, she's fine. Look, let me call you back after I've dealt with Robin. Uh-huh, yeah, okay, no, yes, I love you, too. I'll talk to you in a little while."
Mommy put down the phone. Then she untied her apron and laid it on the kitchen counter. She went over to Robin who was standing in the corner. Mommy took Robin by the hand and led her back to the kitchen table, where I was working on my homework. Oh, good, I would see Robin get hers. This didn't happen for me very often, so I would enjoy this.
"What were you thinking? Telling your father about Jennifer like that? First of all, that was not your business. And second of all, I don't like the way you said it. You didn't tell Daddy because you were concerned about your sister. You said it like you were telling on her, and I won't stand for it. Do you understand me?"
While Mommy was talking, she pulled Robin's pants and panties down to her ankles. She began to smack her bottom very hard. I was glad I wasn't her at that very moment. Robin was crying and yelling, "STOP!" but it didn't do any good. When Mommy got into a mood like that, you couldn't stop her. Believe me, I knew all too well. But this time, it was Robin who was feeling the effect of the maternal hand.
Then she stopped. Mommy said, "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Mommy!" Robin sobbed.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to!" Mommy said.
She stood Robin up and pulled her panties and pants back up. Then she turned Robin around to face me. I could tell my sister was really embarrassed that I had seen her get a spanking, but I didn't care. I actually smiled at her so she would know I was happy about it.
When she didn't say anything right away, Mommy smacked her again.
"Okay!" she whined, "I'm sorry, Jennifer!"
Then Mommy said, "All right, now get to your homework, Robin."
Robin very gently sat down at the table. Every time she looked at me, I smiled at her. I could tell it was making her really mad. But I didn't care.
Daddy came home for dinner. I was a little shy when he walked in. I didn't know if he would be mad at me for what happened, or not. Mommy didn't seem to be mad at me, and she had gotten pretty mad at Robin for telling on me, so . . . hmm!
"Hi, Daddy," I tried.
"Hi, baby, how're you feeling?" Daddy kissed me on the forehead. "No fever. Do you feel like you're getting sick?"
"I'm not sick, Daddy. I just didn't realize I had to go. I'm sorry," I said and started to cry.
Daddy picked me up. "Jennifer, I'm not mad at you. It's okay, don't cry," Daddy said.
And that just made me cry harder. Has that ever happened to you? Someone tells you not to cry and you cry more. It's silly, I know, but I couldn't stop crying. And it felt so good to have Daddy hold me in his arms. I never wanted to let go.
Daddy tried to let go, but I held on. He must have sensed that I needed him more, because he went into the den, and sat me on his lap.
"Jennifer, are you okay? Come on, honey, what's the matter? You can tell me."
I wanted to tell Daddy about the party, but I wasn't ready. I wanted to try to make a decision on my own before I asked permission to go. I knew they would say yes, but I knew I would have to decide for myself whether I would go or not.
During dinner, both Robin and I were quiet. I knew why she was quiet but no one knew why I was quiet. After dinner, we both took baths. I had on my pajamas, but not my pantsies. I never put them on until I was ready to get into bed. Mommy and Daddy let me watch tv for a little while, but Robin was punished. She had to stay on her bed and read. Ha! Ha!
When it was time to go to bed, Daddy called me to use the bathroom and put my pantsies on. I'm not sure why I did this, but I wouldn't go when called. Daddy called me again, but again I didn't answer. I knew I'd be pushing the limit if I made him angry, but for some reason, I was in the mood to be impossible. Maybe I was coming down with something.
Daddy came into the den but he did not see me. Now there weren't too many places to hide in our little apartment, but I had wedged myself between the tv and the wall.
"Jennifer! Where are you? Come on, it's time to go to bed!" Daddy called.
I stayed in my hiding spot. I guess I wasn't ready to go to bed yet. I didn't want to think about the party and I knew that once I was laying in bed that would be all I would think of. Maybe I thought if I hid, they would forget about me and I could stay up and watch some more tv. Yeah, right! All I was doing was putting myself in more trouble staying hidden.
"Okay, Jenn, I'm giving you to the count of three. One (pause) two (pause) three! Okay, when I find you, you're going to be in big trouble!" Daddy shouted.
Well that didn't make me want to come out, that's for sure. I was staying put, now. Oh, and I had to pee. Well, I could hold it. I put my hand between my legs and then clamped them together. I'll just sit here a little more.
All of a sudden, I heard, "A-ha! Gotcha!" and felt someone grab me. That's what did it. I peed right there on the hard wood floor, right through my pajamas. I don't know who was more shocked, me or Daddy!
I started to cry. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" I sobbed.
"Oh, Jennifer!" Daddy shook his head. "C'mon, let's go get you changed." I could tell Daddy was angry. He half-dragged, half-guided me into the bathroom. Once there, he removed my wet pajama bottoms and threw them into the sink. Then he took a wet washcloth and washed me.
"Why do you do these things, Jennifer? C'mon, it's late," Daddy said.
I followed Daddy into the bedroom. He went to my drawer and pulled out new pajama bottoms. Then he grabbed my pantsies and motioned for me to lay on my bed. Robin watched us but she didn't say a word. I'm sure she figured out what happened, but after this afternoon, she knew better than to say anything.
Daddy put on my pantsies and then my pajamas. I waited for what I thought was coming. But nothing happened. I thought for sure I was going to be spanked, but I wasn't. I almost asked why, but then thought better of it. I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
After pulling up the covers, Daddy leaned over and said, "Good night, baby!" Then he gave me a kiss. Then he did the same with Robin. Then as Daddy left our room, he turned on our night light. Both Robin and I were a little afraid of the dark. But don't tell anyone!
Robin said to me, "Hey, Jenn, are you still mad at me?"
"I guess not," I answered, "why?"
Robin paused, and then said, "Well, I wanted to ask you something, but um, well, forget it."
Now my curiosity was peaking, "No, what is it? Ask me."
Robin said, "Well, when I saw Amy today, she mentioned her sleepover party, and I wondered if you were going to go?"
I said, "Oh, I'm not sure yet." I prayed Robin would drop the conversation. Of course, she didn't.
"It's just that, well, you didn't mention it, and I wondered if you asked Mommy and Daddy yet," Robin said cautiously.
"No," I answered, "I didn't ask them yet, because I haven't decided if I want to go or not."
Robin asked, "Is it because you wet your bed?"
"At first it was, but now it's not. I don't think I like Amy anymore." As I said that, I thought maybe I shouldn't have divulged what I was thinking to Robin; she had a big mouth. "Don't tell anyone I said that, Robin, I mean it!" I warned.
Robin seemed hurt. "I won't, Jenn."
"GIRLS, GO TO BED!" Daddy shouted from the kitchen.
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In the morning, my stomach was killing me. I don't know if I brought it on myself or not, but I had an upset stomach. I won't go into major details because I don't want to gross you out, but it's enough to know that Daddy was not too happy when he went to change me.
"Well, I guess you're not going to school today, Jennifer." Daddy put me in new pantsies. "Go on, get back in bed," Daddy said.
I laid there and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My stomach was really hurting. Daddy got Robin ready for school. He told me Mommy was still sleeping. Because she was pregnant, she needed her rest. Daddy told me to let her sleep as long as I could. Then he left to take Robin to school on his way to work.
I slept a little. Then Mommy made me toast and tea for breakfast. My stomach still hurt and I had to run to the bathroom a lot. Mommy gave me Pepto Bismol, but all it did was turn my tongue black. My stomach still hurt.
When school was over, Uncle Jack brought Robin home so Mommy wouldn't have to go pick her up. And wasn't my sister so nice? She brought me my homework. Fun fun fun! We sat and did our homework while Mommy made dinner.
Quietly, Robin whispered, "Jennifer, I saw Amy at recess and she wanted to know if I knew whether our parents said you could go to her party or not. I told her I wasn't sure. And that you'd probably be back to school tomorrow and would tell her then."
I whispered back, "Okay, thanks, Robin."
Gee, my stomach had been starting to feel better, but now it was hurting again.
Uncle Jack stayed with us until we went to bed. Mommy hadn't been feeling well and Uncle Jack made her go lie down. He made us dinner, gave Robin her bath, and tucked us in. He was going to stay until Daddy got home, but Daddy had called and told him he didn't have to. So Uncle Jack left after we fell asleep.
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In the morning, my stomach was killing me. I don't know if I brought it on myself or not, but I had an upset stomach. I won't go into major details because I don't want to gross you out, but it's enough to know that Daddy was not too happy when he went to change me.
"Well, I guess you're not going to school today, Jennifer." Daddy put me in new pantsies. "Go on, get back in bed," Daddy said.
I laid there and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My stomach was really hurting. Daddy got Robin ready for school. He told me Mommy was still sleeping. Because she was pregnant, she needed her rest. Daddy told me to let her sleep as long as I could. Then he left to take Robin to school on his way to work.
I slept a little. Then Mommy made me toast and tea for breakfast. My stomach still hurt and I had to run to the bathroom a lot. Mommy gave me Pepto Bismol, but all it did was turn my tongue black. My stomach still hurt.
When school was over, Uncle Jack brought Robin home so Mommy wouldn't have to go pick her up. And wasn't my sister so nice? She brought me my homework. Fun fun fun! We sat and did our homework while Mommy made dinner.
Quietly, Robin whispered, "Jennifer, I saw Amy at recess and she wanted to know if I knew whether our parents said you could go to her party or not. I told her I wasn't sure. And that you'd probably be back to school tomorrow and would tell her then."
I whispered back, "Okay, thanks, Robin."
Gee, my stomach had been starting to feel better, but now it was hurting again.
Uncle Jack stayed with us until we went to bed. Mommy hadn't been feeling well and Uncle Jack made her go lie down. He made us dinner, gave Robin her bath, and tucked us in. He was going to stay until Daddy got home, but Daddy had called and told him he didn't have to. So Uncle Jack left after we fell asleep.
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In the morning, Daddy woke us up. I was feeling better so Daddy said I would go to school. Just thinking of what I would tell Amy made my stomach hurt again. I was really making myself sick. The more I thought about the party, the more it hurt. While I was getting dressed, I had to run to the bathroom. I told Daddy.
"I guess you're still sick, honey. Let me take your temperature," Daddy said.
I ran to get the oral thermometer before Daddy could find the one that Mommy had used yesterday. I hated that one!
Daddy took my temperature. I had 99.5.
"Well, it's not that much temperature, but if you have the runs, you can't go to school. Okay, back to bed for you!" Daddy stated.
I got undressed again and back to bed. Daddy took Robin to school on his way to work. Today was the same as yesterday, except Daddy was home for dinner. And lucky me, Robin had brought me my homework again. I sure wasn't going to fall behind; no one would let me. Ha Ha!
After dinner, Mommy ran a bath for Robin. I had already had one during the day. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper when the telephone rang.
Daddy answered, "Hello? Oh, hi, Amy!"
Amy? Oh no, it can't be. Why is she calling me, I thought to myself. Oh, god, I can't talk to her, I don't want to talk to her. I don't know what to tell her. Then something Daddy said caught my attention.
He said into the phone, "Party? Um, oh, let me get Jennifer."
"Jennifer!" Daddy called to me, but I didn't answer. He motioned to the phone.
"Jennifer, it's your friend, Amy, on the phone," Daddy said to me.
I waved my hands and said, "No, tell her I can't talk to her right now."
Daddy put his hand over the mouthpiece and said, "Jennifer, your friend is on the phone. Come on now, don't keep her waiting."
"No, please, Daddy! I can't. Please don't make me talk to her right now," I sobbed.
Into the phone, Daddy said, "I'm sorry, Amy, she can't come to the phone right now. Can I have her call you back in a little while? Yes, I'm sure she'll be at school tomorrow. Yes, okay, then she'll tell you then. Okay, bye!"
Daddy put the phone down, and motioned for me to join him at the kitchen table. I was afraid to move.
"Jennifer, come over here, I want to talk to you. C'mon, I'm not angry, I just want to talk," Daddy said softly.
Mommy came into the room. She saw me crying by the couch.
"What's going on in here?" she asked.
Daddy said, "That's what I'm about to find out. Why don't you sit down here with me? C'mon, Jennifer, we're waiting."
I slowly walked over to where my parents were sitting at the table. Daddy knew about the party now. I felt like I was in trouble. I was afraid to tell my parents, and even more afraid of them being mad at me for keeping it a secret.
Daddy pulled me onto his lap and I started to cry.
"Jennifer? What's wrong? Why didn't you want to talk to Amy?" Daddy asked.
I didn't answer. Not because I was afraid, but because I didn't even know where to start. I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't.
"And what's this about a party? Why didn't you tell us Amy was having a party?" Daddy asked gently.
Mommy said, "A party? When is this party? Jennifer?"
"It's a sleepover party, and it's next Friday night," I cried.
There was silence in the room as my parents let my outburst be digested.
"So, you don't want to go to the party?" Daddy guessed.
Oh, god, he didn't get it. What was I gonna have to do? Spell it out for him. Then I didn't have to. Mommy put it all together.
She said, "Oh, and you don't want to go, because you wet your bed. Is that it, honey?"
I nodded.
Daddy said, "But, Jennifer, why didn't you tell us? You didn't even ask permission from us to go to this party?
Daddy sounded annoyed.
Mommy said, "Charlie, that's not the point. Jennifer is upset because it's a sleepover party and she wets her bed. She doesn't want to be embarrassed."
Thank goodness for mommies!
Daddy said to Mommy, "But, Lisa, I want her to know that she can come to us when she has a problem. She kept this inside her, for how long, Jennifer? How long have you known about this party?"
"M-M-Monday," I stuttered.
"And this is probably what gave you an upset stomach!" Daddy said sternly. Then he saw my face, and Mommy's disapproval and his tone lightened.
He said softly, "Jennifer, you kept all this inside of you, and made yourself sick to your stomach. Why didn't you just tell us? We could have helped you make a decision."
"I, um, well, I just wanted to decide on my own, before I told you about the party. I wanted to be a big girl," I said.
Mommy said, "Well, honey, you are a big girl. But you still need to get permission from us to go to a party. What if we had made plans for that night? Also, Daddy works and we have to make arrangements."
Mommy frowned when she saw how upset I was, "Okay, forget about that, let's talk about what you're feeling about all this."
I answered, "Well, at first, I didn't want to go because it's a sleepover party. I don't want anyone to see me in my pantsies, and if I don't wear them, I'll be wet. And that would be even more embarrassing. But the way Amy and the other girls were talking, it sounded like so much fun. I didn't know what to think."
"And then?" Mommy asked.
"Well," I said, "then Amy said something to my friend, Betsy, that I didn't like. And I thought maybe Amy isn't such a good friend. So, maybe I don't want to go to her party, anyway. So I was even more confused."
I started to cry again. Daddy hugged me close and Mommy also patted me on the back. Just then Robin came into the room. She was wearing just a towel.
"You guys forgot about me! I was starting to prune," Robin said.
Mommy turned to see Robin, "Oh, sweetheart, we did forget you were in the bath. Come here!"
I had my head on Daddy's chest. I looked up to see Mommy drying Robin off. It struck me funny that of all the rooms to be in, we were all in the kitchen. I started to laugh.
Robin asked, "What's so funny, Jenn?"
"It's just that we're all in the kitchen. I think that's funny."
Daddy put me down on the floor. Then he turned me to face him.
"Now, Jennifer, and you listen, too, Robin," Daddy said. Robin was standing in front of Mommy now. She had her arms around Robin.
He continued, "I want you girls to know that you can come to us, your mom and me, with any kind of problem. You shouldn't be afraid to talk to us, okay?"
Robin said, "Yes, Daddy."
Mommy said, "Okay, Robin, let's go put you in pj's." To Daddy she said, "Don't be angry with her, Charlie."
Then Mommy and Robin went to our bedroom. I waited to see if Daddy would yell at me for not telling him about the party.
He said, "Jennifer, if you had just told Mommy and me about the party on Monday, you could have saved yourself a lot of problems. You could have at least talked to Robin about it."
"She knew," I said, "but she couldn't help me. She doesn't know what it's like for me, to wet the bed every night. It's embarrassing. And I still don't know what to do. I have to give Amy an answer tomorrow."
Daddy said, "Well, Mommy and I give you permission to go, but you're going to have to decide whether you want to be there or not. We can't decide that for you."
Which pretty much confirmed what I knew already. That was exactly the reason I hadn't told them about it in the first place. Boy, I still had a lot of thinking to do. But there was one good thing; I had escaped yet another spanking. This was new for me. Maybe my parents were getting old. Ha Ha!
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The next morning, Daddy asked me what I was going to tell Amy about the party.
"I guess, I'll tell her I can't come," I said regretfully. "OH, I don't know what to do!" I whined.
Mommy said, "Don't worry so much, honey, you'll figure something out."
Yea, I said to myself. Don't worry, she says. What does she think I've been doing for five days, anyway?
When we got to school, Robin ran off to talk to her friends. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. It was Betsy.
"Hey, Jennifer! You're back! How're you feeling?" she asked.
"Oh, hi, Betsy. I'm feeling better. It was just an upset stomach."
Betsy said, "I missed you when you were absent. Did your sister tell you I played with her on the playground both days you weren't here?"
"No, she didn't tell me, but that's cool. Hey, Betsy, did you ask your mom about Amy's party?" I asked.
"Yea, she said I could go, but I'm not sleeping over," Betsy answered.
My face brightened. Hey, maybe this is what I would do.
"How come?" I asked.
Betsy seemed shy about answering me. She said slowly, "Well, I really don't like sleeping over at other people's houses. I know that sounds silly, but I like to sleep in my own bed. I feel funny in other people's beds."
I digested this. This could work for me. I could use this, too.
So I said, "Yeah, I feel the same way. I want to go to the party, but I don't want to sleep over, either. In fact, I was going to tell Amy I couldn't go at all, but maybe I could just tell her what you did."
"I didn't tell her yet," Betsy said, "and I don't want to hurt her feelings."
We walked into the classroom. Betsy and I had walked while we talked. Amy came over to us.
"Well, girls, you two are the only ones who haven't RSVPed my party," she said. Nice! She didn't even ask me how I felt.
Betsy said, "Well, Amy, I can come to your party, but I can't stay over."
Amy was surprised, "Why not? The sleeping over is the best part."
"I know," Betsy lied, "but my mom won't let me. She doesn't think it's necessary for me to stay over. She likes me to sleep in my own bed. Sorry!"
"O-kay!" Amy said sarcastically. "But you will miss the best parts. We have so many great things planned. We're going to have hot chocolate while we lay on our sleeping bags, and tell stories in the dark. You'll miss it all."
Oh, great! I thought to myself. I can't drink something right before I go to sleep. And I hate scary stories. And I'm sure there won't be any nightlights. What was I going to do?
"What about you, Jennifer? You know, I called you last night, and your Dad sounded funny when I mentioned the party," Amy said.
"Oh, he's just like that," I said, "Um, yeah, I'm coming to the party."
Oh, why did I just do that! I didn't want to say what Betsy had said, because Amy gave her such a hard time. But now I felt stupid. I was afraid Betsy would be mad at me for not sticking to what I had said. And now I had told Amy I was going to her party. I would have to think of some excuse later on why I couldn't sleep over. Oh, I hate these decisions.
Amy said, "Cool." Then she walked away.
I was standing there with Betsy. I didn't know what to say.
"Sorry," I said.
"Whatever," Betsy said, "you're entitled to your own decision. But remember you're the one who's going to be unhappy."
I let Betsy's words sink in as the bell rang. Mrs. Dunne got our attention and class began.
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After lunch, Betsy and I were sitting in the field. All the other kids were running around in the playground and in the yard, but we wanted to talk.
Betsy said, "You know, Jennifer, I wanted to call you last night, but I don't have your phone number."
"Oh, I'll give it to you," I said, "Why'd you want it?"
"Well, I was telling my mother all about you, and how you were the first person to become my friend ever since we moved here, and she said I should invite you to my house one day. So, I wanted to do that," she said.
I was happy. "I would love to come over. When? I'll ask my parents."
We decided that I would ask my parents and she would ask hers if I could come over the following day, which was Saturday. I gave her my phone number and she gave me hers.
That night, I asked Mommy and Daddy.
Mommy said, "I don't know, Jennifer. We don't even know this girl."
"Please, Mommy, she's like my best friend at school. She's really nice."
Daddy said, "Well, I guess we could meet her family when we drop you off there. Okay, call Betsy back and tell her you can go."
I was so happy. When I called Betsy, we talked on the phone for a long time making plans. Then I put my dad on the phone with her mom to get directions to her house.
Robin was mad that I had a playdate and she didn't. Daddy told Robin she could go to work with him. I started feeling a little jealous, but then Daddy said I could go with him another day. Going to work with Daddy was always fun. And Daddy was glad that it would just be one of us at a time, because sometimes we can be a real pain, he says.
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The next morning, I woke up real early. I tried to fall back asleep but I couldn't. I had to pee really bad but was too lazy to move. I knew it was wrong, but I just went in my pantsies. I know I'm not supposed to do that, but they're like diapers, and I really didn't want to get out of bed just yet. I laid there for awhile, but then I was bored. I decided to get up and play quietly on the floor. I knew I should have gone into the bathroom and changed, but I decided to wait a little longer.
A little later, I looked at the clock. I had been up for over an hour. I felt like I had to pee again. "Oh, I can hold it a little longer," I said to myself. I continued to play. Suddenly, I knew I couldn't hold it anymore. And even though I knew it was really bad, I peed into my pantsies again.
Daddy peeked into the room about twenty minutes later. I guess he didn't think anyone would be up yet, because when he saw me sitting on the floor playing, he seemed surprised. He motioned for me to come out of the room. I got up and joined him in the hall.
"Good morning, baby. How long have you been up?" Daddy asked.
"Awhile," I said, "a couple hours maybe."
Daddy leaned down to give me a hug.
"Jennifer, why are you wet? Didn't you take off your pantsies when you got up this morning?" Daddy asked, frowning.
I looked at the floor. "No," I said.
We had been walking toward the kitchen. Daddy stopped. He turned around and turned me around. He pushed me gently into the bathroom. He started to pull down my pajama pants.
"Jennifer, your pants are soaking wet. Did you pee in them when you woke up this morning?" Daddy asked angrily.
I started to cry as I shook my head yes. Daddy threw my sopping wet pajama bottoms into the sink with one hand. With the other hand, he reached over and turned on the water in the bathtub. Then Daddy pulled off my pantsies. They were completely drenched. I was feeling very guilty then.
Daddy started to pick me up. I thought he was so angry that he was going to place me in the bathtub. But he didn't. He put me over his lap and started to spank me. Hard! He spanked my bottom at least a dozen times. He slapped hard and fast. I was completely hysterical before the bathtub was even filled up.
When Daddy was done, he did deposit me in the bathtub. Ouch! That stung! I cried even harder.
"Jennifer, I don't understand why you do that. Everytime you wet yourself on purpose you get a spanking, but you keep doing it! When are you going to learn?" Daddy shouted.
"I d-d-don't know!" I stammered, "I'm sorry, Daddy!" I continued to cry.
Daddy said, "Especially since you're going to your friend's house today. Why would you do something that you know would get you into trouble?"
Daddy's voice had softened. Now that I had been punished, I knew he was close to forgiving me.
"I don't know!" I repeated.
"You can do better than that, Jennifer Lynn," Daddy warned.
Daddy knew I knew the answer. I was afraid to say it, because I knew it was weak.
"I was lazy, Daddy. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again," I said.
"You know I've heard that before, Jennifer. All right, I believe that you'll try to keep your promise. C'mon, let's go."
Daddy had been washing me while we had our talk. He helped me out of the tub and dried me off. He told me to go get dressed while he started breakfast.
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On his way to work, Daddy took me to Betsy's house. Robin waited in the car while Daddy talked to Betsy's mom and dad. He gave them his phone number at work and my aunt's telephone number. My mom was spending the day with her sister.
After my dad left, Betsy's mom and dad went to do adult stuff. Betsy said, "So, you want to see my room, Jennifer?"
"Yea," I said. I followed Betsy into a nicely decorated bedroom. It had pink curtains and flowered wallpaper.
"Wow, this is so pretty," I said.
Betsy agreed, "Yea, isn't it? My parents let me pick out the colors when we moved here. It's so much nicer than my old room."
I was jealous. Betsy had a beautiful room and she didn't have to share it with a sister. I knew I didn't have to be jealous for too long, though, because Mommy and Daddy had said that before the baby was born, we'd be moving to a house. I would be glad to get out of that cramped apartment, even though it was the only place I had ever lived. Actually, that's not true; it was the only place I remembered living. Daddy had told Robin and I that before our real mother died, we had lived in a nice house. After she died, Daddy said there were too many memories there, and had moved us to the apartment. But that was a long time ago, and I couldn't remember that far back. So, as far as I was concerned, the apartment was the only place I had ever known.
I jerked back to the present and realized Betsy had been talking to me.
"What?" I said. Thankfully, Betsy didn't realize I hadn't heard a word she said. She showed me all her things. Then we played some games. It was a lot of fun.
After awhile, Betsy's mom called us for lunch. She had made us grilled cheese sandwiches. Betsy laughed when I asked her mom to cut the crusts off.
"I never eat my crusts, either," she said. Then we both laughed.
Betsy and I played nicely all afternoon. I say "nicely" because that is what her mom said. She said, "I've never seen two girls play together so nicely before."
We waited until we were back in Betsy's room before we broke up laughing. Adults could be so silly sometimes. Betsy told me she would be right back. I assumed she was going to the bathroom. While I waited, I started to look around the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something familiar.
I got up to get a closer look. Just then, Betsy came back in. She saw what I was looking at, and yelled out, "No! Don't touch that!"
As I was startled by her immediate presence, I recoiled my hand back, and jumped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jennifer, I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't want you to touch that," Betsy said.
I looked down at the diapers and then back up at Betsy. She confused my shocked look for one of amusement.
"Uh, those are my cousin's. She's just a little baby, and um, she sleeps in here when she visits, and uh, um..." Betsy stopped.
I was surprised. But not why Betsy thought. I was surprised because I thought I was the only one who wore diapers to bed at my age. Actually, I was kind of happy that I wasn't the only one. Then I realized that Betsy didn't know why I was smiling. She probably assumed I was going to make fun of her.
"Look, Jennifer, um, about the . . . um, well, let me explain," she tried.
"You don't have to explain to me, Betsy. I wear them, too," I admitted.
Betsy didn't hear me at first, because she said, "because . . ." Then what I said must have sunk in because she said, "What do you mean?"
I said, "I wear diapers to bed, too. I've wet my bed every night since I was . . . well, since forever, my whole life, I guess."
Betsy let this new information sink in. "Really?"
"Uh-huh," I nodded.
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"That's so weird, I'm so glad I found you as my friend, Jennifer," Betsy said as she hugged me.
We continued to play with no more mention about the diapers. Then in the middle of a board game, Betsy blurted out, "What do you call them?"
"What?" I ask. I have no idea what she's talking about.
"Betsy said, "I mean, the diapers, do you call them that? Or do you have another name for them? I hate calling them diapers because then I feel like a baby. So we just shortened it to diaps."
I said, "Well, if I tell you, you'll laugh."
"I could use a good laugh, tell me," Betsy said.
"I call them pantsies," I said. Even I was laughing.
Betsy said, "Pant-sies?"
"Yea, when I was four, I couldn't say "panties", you know "underwear" so I called them "pantsies" and it was good because they weren't really panties, they were diapers for big kids, so it just kind of stuck. I like it much better than calling them diapers," I explained.
"Yea, I like it much better, too," Betsy said.
Mrs. Tyler came into the room a little later. "How are you doing, girls? I just can't get over how nicely you've been playing. You two are really having a good time together, aren't you?"
Betsy and I just smiled when her mom said "nicely" again.
"We have a lot in common," Betsy said. Then she looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. We had a lot more in common than either of us had realized.
Then we heard the telephone ring. Mr. Tyler called me to the phone.
"It's your mom, Jennifer," he said.
I picked up the phone. "Hi, Mommy," I said.
"Jennifer, I'm at Aunt Joan's and I'm really not feeling well. I think I'm going to stay here overnight. That way I don't have to bother Daddy. Aunt Joan will take care of me. I thought I would send her to pick you up. Then when Daddy gets off work, he can pick you up here," Mommy said. She sounded terrible.
"But Mommy, I'm not ready to leave yet. I'm having fun," I whined.
Mommy must have been really sick, because she didn't even yell at me for whining. "Jennifer, you've been there since 10:00 this morning, I think you're wearing out your welcome."
"I'm not, Mommy. Even Mrs. Tyler said how nice it was for Betsy to have a friend over. Please, can't I just stay a little longer?" I asked, trying to keep the whine out of my voice, just in case.
Mrs. Tyler had heard me on the phone. She came over and asked to speak to my mother.
"Mrs. Clemente? Mrs. Tyler, here, Betsy's mom. Oh, yes, well, then call me Susan. Right, no, she's a pleasure. I've never seen my daughter so happy since we moved here. Uh-huh, oh, I'm sorry, I hope you feel better. No, it's no problem, Jennifer can stay here until your husband gets off work. No, we'll feed her. We have plenty. Okay, we'll call him and tell him. Take care now!" She hung up the phone.
"Well, Jennifer, looks like you can stay for dinner," Mrs. Tyler told me.
Betsy and I yelled, "Yay!"
We called my dad at work and told him I was staying for dinner. He said he would pick me up when he was finished with work.
Mr. Tyler said, "How 'bout we go out to the Sizzler?"
Betsy looked at me and I was smiling. This was so cool. Not only did I have a new best friend, that I had spent the entire day with, and was staying over for dinner, but we were going out, too. And not just to the pizza place or McDonald's, but to a real restaurant.
Mr. Tyler said, "Okay, girls, go put your shoes on. And Betsy, go use the bathroom."
"Okay," Betsy said.
We walked back to Betsy's room to find our shoes. I laughed. "Your dad sounds just like mine, except he would have added, 'I don't want any accidents'."
Now Betsy was laughing. "He usually does say that, but I guess he didn't want to embarrass me in front of you. Little does he know."
I asked, "Do you ever have daytime accidents?"
Betsy said, "No, not usually, but sometimes when we're in motion, like in the car, I feel the need to go real bad. I guess I've had some. How about you?"
"More than I want to talk about," I said, "it seems to happen all the time with me. My doctor says I have a weak bladder."
"And you'll grow out of it?" she asked. I nodded.
"Me, too," Betsy continued, "Oh, well, I guess we both will."
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In the car on the way to Sizzler, Betsy and I were talking in the back seat.
I said, "Oh, I just had this great idea!"
She said, "What?"
"No, forget it, we probably wouldn't be allowed," I sighed.
Betsy said, "Just tell me, Jennifer!" We had been whispering, but then Betsy spoke loudly. We looked to see if her parents heard, but they didn't.
"I was thinking how cool it would be if I could sleep over tonight," I hesitated, and looked at her, "I mean, we both wet the bed, so it doesn't matter if we see each other. Right?"
Betsy was thinking. "Yea, that would be cool. I'll ask my parents."
I got scared. "Right now?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked.
"Well, why don't you wait until after we eat. That way, if they say no, it won't ruin our entire dinner," I said, from years of experience.
"Okay, you're right, I'll wait 'til later to ask," Betsy said. We rode the rest of the way in silence.
Betsy's parents were so cool. They let us get just the salad bar as our meal. That way we could eat as much as we wanted of the macaroni and meatballs, and other stuff without filling us up for our main meal. My parents would never let me do that. They would have made me get a hamburger, or chicken, or some other kind of meat. And the Tylers let us get soda. We both got Sprite. My parents would have made me drink water, or milk. Yuck! Have you ever had a hamburger and milk? It was the most disgusting combination ever!
While Betsy and I were finishing up eating, Mr. Tyler noticed that I was wiggling around in my seat a little. "Jennifer, do you have to use the bathroom?"
he asked.
I guess he's had years of experience with that. I was embarrassed. I didn't even realize I was doing it. "Oh, yeah," I said and started to get up.
Betsy said, "I'll come with you, Jennifer."
Mrs. Tyler said to Betsy, "No, I'll take her. You finish your dinner. Come on, Jennifer."
Now I was really embarrassed. I didn't want to tell Mrs. Tyler that I didn't need anyone to take me to the bathroom. So we both went.
When we got back to the table, Mr. Tyler got up. "Now it's my turn," he said, as he walked away.
I looked at Betsy. She was smiling.
Mrs. Tyler noticed, too. "What are you so happy about, Betsy? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary!"
Betsy looked at me and then at her mom before she answered. Then she said, "Daddy said it was okay with him if it was okay with you, if Jennifer slept over."
Mrs. Tyler looked at Betsy. I could tell she was surprised.
"Really? You want Jennifer to sleep over?" she asked incredulously.
Betsy just nodded.
Mrs. Tyler said, "But, what about. . .?" She didn't finish her question.
"It's okay, Mom. Jennifer knows," Betsy said.
"She does?" asked Mrs. Tyler.
Betsy looked at me. I know what she wanted me to do, but suddenly I was really embarrassed. I was glad, though, that Mr. Tyler wasn't there at the moment, so I figured now was as good a time as any. I mean, if I wanted to sleep over, they would find out anyway, so I guess I should just come out with it already.
"Yea, I know," I said, "and it's okay, because I wet the bed, too." There, I said it. Ahhhh! I sighed.
So it was all arranged. Betsy and I were so happy. We were jumping up and down. All the way back to Betsy's house, we made plans. We had been with each other for over eight hours already, and we weren't sick of each other at all. That was a record for me, for sure. Just spending two hours cooped up with Robin inside, and we were at each other's throats.
When we got back to the Tylers', we all got a surprise. Sitting outside, was my dad and Robin in my dad's truck. I was suddenly scared to ask Daddy if I could sleep over. Daddy and Robin got out of the truck and walked over to us in the driveway. Daddy and Mr. Tyler shook hands. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler told Daddy that we went to the Sizzler for dinner.
Robin walked over to where Betsy and I were standing.
"Hey!" she said.
"Hey!" we both said. Then I said, "Did you have fun at Daddy's work?"
"Yeah," it was cool," Robin answered, "I got to be a cashier for a little while."
"COOL!" I said. "We went out to dinner."
Robin said, "We were going to pick you up and get pizza but then you called and said you were staying, so Daddy took me. I got an italian ice, too."
Betsy said, "We had ice cream at Sizzler. Your sister put gummy bears on top of hers."
We all laughed. It was a little awkward; I don't know why.
The three of us walked over to where our parents were standing. Daddy took me aside and said, "Jennifer, I understand you've been invited to sleep over. You want to do that?"
I nodded.
Daddy said, "I thought you didn't like to sleep over people's houses because you were embarrassed that you wet the bed!"
"Usually I am, but, well, Betsy does it, too," I confided. I felt a little bad telling my father about Betsy, but since her parents knew about me, it was only fair.
"Really?" Daddy asked, "Well, then I guess it's good that you two found each other. Okay, you can stay over."
"I can? Oh, thank you, Daddy." I gave him a great big hug. I told Betsy and the two of us held hands and jumped up and down on the driveway. I saw Robin go over to Daddy, out of the corner of my eye. Daddy picked her up and cuddled her. I heard him tell her, "Well, then, it's just the two of us tonight, sweetheart. You have me all to yourself."
I knew Daddy was trying to make Robin feel better. I think she actually missed me, not seeing me all day. But I didn't care, because she's had plenty of sleepovers, and I was always left out, so now it's her turn.
It was decided that Mr. Tyler would follow Daddy to our apartment and get my things. That way, Betsy and I would have our baths while he was gone.
Before Daddy got back into his truck, he pulled me aside again. "Behave yourself, Jennifer."
"I will, Daddy," I whined.
"Jennifer!" Daddy warned, "Don't ruin it now. And I still remember what you did this morning. You'd better not pull anything like that here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I won't. I'll be good," I promised.
"Okay, I love you, baby. I'll see you tomorrow." Daddy kissed me and then he left.
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Mrs. Tyler let Betsy and I take our bath together. It was a little squishy, but it was fun. Robin and I hadn't had a bath together in a while. I was used to having it to myself, but Betsy and I played. Mrs. Tyler came back in and helped us wash our hair. Then she said we could play for a few more minutes. I knew she was just stalling until her husband came back with my stuff.
After awhile, Mrs. Tyler came back and said, "Okay, I think you've had enough, you're going to prune up. Come on, Betsy."
Betsy's mom helped her to dry off. Then she told Betsy to put on her pajamas. Mrs. Tyler helped me out of the tub and to dry off. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I covered myself with the towel. Mr. Tyler poked his head in, and said, "I think someone might need this," and dropped my bag on the bathroom floor.
"Just in time," Mrs. Tyler said.
I put on my pajamas. Betsy and I were allowed to watch tv and play until 9:00. Then we had to start getting ready for bed. We both used the toilet and put on our pantsies. Betsy had liked the name so much, she decided to use it, too. Mr. Tyler set up a cot for me in Betsy's room. I laid down on it. It was very comfortable. I noticed the Tylers had put on a rubber sheet. Oh, well, I was used to that.
It was close to 10:00 when Mr. Tyler stuck his head in the door and said, "Okay, girls, it's very late, time to get some sleep."
"Okay," Betsy agreed. I could tell she was getting sleepy.
I laid back on the cot and tried to get comfortable. Something was missing. I looked around. I got up and looked in my bag.
"What's the matter, Jennifer?" Betsy asked.
"Nothing," I said, searching through the bag. Daddy wouldn't forget, where is it? Then I found it, the little bear that I had gotten when I was little. It had been a present from my "first" mother. I never slept without it.
I climbed back into bed. I laid back, but then realized I was crying.
"Something's wrong, Jennifer, tell me," Betsy insisted. "MOM!" she yelled.
Mrs. Tyler came into the room. "What's the matter?"
Betsy said, "Jennifer's crying, and she won't tell me what's wrong."
Mrs. Tyler came over to me, "What's wrong, honey?"
"I miss my parents. I didn't get to say good-night." I knew how silly it sounded, but I really wanted to say good-night to my father, at least.
Mrs. Tyler took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. Mr. Tyler looked up from reading the paper and said, "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Tyler said, "Jennifer just wants to say good-night to her father. So we're going to call him."
I held the phone to my ear and waited for Daddy to pick it up. It was really late now, almost 10:30. Robin would be sound asleep.
"Hello?" It was Daddy.
"Hi, Daddy," I said.
"Jennifer? What's the matter, baby?"
"I just missed you. I wanted to say good-night."
"Oh, baby, good-night. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come and pick you up?" Daddy asked.
I answered, "No, I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, too, baby, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite."
"And if they do, take your shoe, and beat them 'til they're black and blue," I finished. "Good-night, Daddy!"
"Good-night, sweetheart, see you tomorrow." Daddy hung up. I did, too.
Then I slept like a baby.
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I woke up early. I always do. I looked at the clock. It was only 7:00. I had to go to the bathroom. I remembered what happened yesterday morning and Daddy's warning, so I got up. I went into the bathroom, removed my pantsies, wet, of course, and used the toilet. Then I brushed my teeth, and went back into Betsy's room. She was still fast asleep.
I looked in my bag. Daddy had put my book in there. It was a book I had to read for school. Well, I might as well read it now. I read for awhile. Finally, Betsy woke up. It was almost 8:30.
"Good morning, Jennifer. Have you been up for a long time?" she asked.
"Yeah, about an hour and a half. I always wake up early. It drives my parents crazy. Then there's Robin, who will sleep until noon, if you let her."
"Well, did you sleep well?" Betsy asked.
"Yes, I did. This cot is very comfortable," I answered.
Betsy got up quickly, "Oh, um, I'll be right back."
I figured she had to use the bathroom. I always had to go when I woke up.
Betsy came back to her room in just her shirt. She went over to her bureau and pulled on a pair of panties and new pajama bottoms. I didn't say anything. Sometimes I wet through, too.
"Come on, let's go get some breakfast. What do you usually eat, Jennifer?" Betsy asked, "I can make toast by myself."
"Do you have any cereal?" I asked, "That's what I usually eat."
"Sure, let's see. We have Rice Krispies, Cap'n Crunch, or Cheerios," Betsy replied.
"Um, okay, maybe I'll mix Cap'n Crunch and Cheerios. I don't like Cheerios by themselves; they're not sweet enough," I said.
Betsy thought it was a good idea, so we both did it.
After we finished, Betsy and I read the comics together. I guess Mr. Tyler had been up already, because the newspaper was spread out over the kitchen table.
Suddenly we heard, "BETSY! COME IN HERE, PLEASE!" It was her father's voice. He didn't sound too happy. Betsy told me she would be right back and ran out of the room.
I continued to read the comics while I waited for Betsy. I heard her father's voice yelling, and then I heard Betsy crying. I also heard something very familiar. It was the sound of a hand hitting bare skin. I knew for sure, that Betsy was getting a spanking. I wondered what she did. It probably had something to do with why she came back to her bedroom this morning without any pants on. I thought back to yesterday when Daddy had spanked me for peeing in my pantsies on purpose. Ouch!
Mr. Tyler came into the kitchen. There was no use pretending I hadn't heard; half the neighborhood probably heard Betsy crying and carrying on.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that, Jennifer," Mr. Tyler said, "but it was necessary."
"That's okay, Mr. Tyler, I'm used to it," I said honestly. More often it was me who was getting spanked, but on rare occasions, Robin got it, too.
"You can go see Betsy in five minutes, okay?" he said.
"Okay," I said.
Five minutes later, Mr. Tyler told me I could go see Betsy. I went to her room. I was pretty surprised by what I saw. Betsy was standing facing the corner of her room. Her panties and pajama bottoms were down around her ankles. Her bottom was pretty red, although probably not as red as it was five minutes before. She heard me come in, and turned around. She leaned down and pulled up her pants. She flinched a little when the fabric rubbed against her bottom.
"Hi," I said, "are you all right?"
"Yeah," she said, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"That's okay. Like I told your dad, I'm pretty used to it."
Betsy and I got dressed. Then we played for a little more. At 10:00, my dad came to pick me up. Betsy and I had been together for twenty-four wonderful hours. We didn't have any fights, and we bonded like no two kids ever could.
We became the best of friends. We were inseparable. Everyone noticed, but we didn't care. Because we were such good friends; we didn't let anything come between us.
We decided also to go to Amy's sleepover party. We both brought our pantsies and put them on at the last minute when everyone was getting to sleep. In the morning, we woke up before anybody, changed, and no one ever found out. It was great! We continued to sleep over each other's houses. But tried to stay away from anymore sleepover parties. We didn't have all that much fun, anyway. We had more fun just being together.
Like I said at the beginning, my life changed that day in the classroom when Amy came in with those stupid invitations. But it changed for the better. Because I met my best friend in the whole wide world!
(The End)