The Diaper Shop: A solution for Pernilla - part 1
This may be evolve into sort of a series, centered around a diaper shop, a rather unusual one.
The first story is about how Pernilla goes to this diaper shop, and her experiences around getting to wear diapers. The 1. part is much centered around a discourse on pros and cons of diapers.
A part 2 is well in progress.
Pernilla was walking home from school. Since this is a diaper story, we can expect she really need to go badly, having skipped any visits to the bathroom during her day, and this being the very start of the story, she will likely make it all the way home, without wetting her pants. She will run to the bathroom, barely making it, a very close call. And then, perhaps the next day, she will wet herself. Then she will get pull-ups, which prove to be insufficient, and end up in real tape-on diapers. But, as we shall see, Pernilla’s journey will be slightly different.
Because she did not fear wetting at all, she was sure to make it home by a good margin. She had never wet her pants, not since many years ago, like when she was seven or eight. Far more important issues occupied her mind.
As she opened the door, she heard her mother in the kitchen, and she could smell cooking in progress. Pernilla had a very good and close relationship with her mother.
Pernilla was curious to see what was for dinner, she had to take a quick inspection.
“Looks delicious, mom! Yummy! But I really need to go..”
She then ran for the bathroom. When she got back, her mom looked curiously at her.
“Almost peed myself, maybe I should wear diapers,” Pernilla laughed.
“What, did you wet your pants?”
“Of course not, I only needed to go so bad.”
“Come here, let me see..”
She lifted her shirt a little, showing her pants indeed were dry.
“Look, all dry.”
“Maybe wearing a diaper is a good idea. You know, there are many options now, also for a little bigger girls.”
“Now, that would be something. Imaging if I went to school in diapers!”
“Seriously, I mean it. When we go shopping after dinner, we can get you some diapers so you can try it out for a few days.”
“No? I don’t think so. Definitely don’t need diapers, that is just insane. And I did not wet myself.”
Pernilla’s mom paused for a moment, then spoke with that kind, calm and convincing voice she used when it was necessary to persuade her daughter to do something.
“If you could just wear a small diaper under you pants, that would solve this potential problem. No one needs to know, it’s only you and me. You would feel safe and protected, not needing to worry about wetting your pants.”
This conversation did not evolved in a favourable direction for Pernilla. From joking about nearly wetting herself, now her mother wants to get her diapers, which she would be expected to wear.
“But I don’t need no diapers. I did not wet my pants. Why are we even discussing this..”
Her mom then suggested a more analytic path towards a conclusion on the matter of diapers, using logic and reason.
“Remember how I taught you to not get emotional about a subject and rather analyze both pros and cons to find an answer? We can use the same approach for diapers. We find all the pros and cons, to see which side wins. You find a list of negative points, then I go for the positive points.”
“Okay, I go first,” Pernilla announced with renewed energy, as she was finding herself on a path back to get control of her own situation.
“1. People can tell, because it shows.”
“2. They need to be thick to work, so I will constantly feel I have a diaper on.”
“3. Difficult to use the bathroom.”
“4. Hmm.. four.. Yes; One more thing to manage and take care of, which complicates my daily routine.”
“5. Five.. I’m sure there are many, many more issues with diapers, I just need some time to figure out..”
“So there you have it, five major problems with diapers. Now, can we talk about something else?”
“Not so fast, you need to hear my pros now,” her mother calmly interrupted.
“Actually, all your cons are wrong, they all show more of an advantage for diapers, rather. We will get back to that. Anyway, here are the pros:”
“1. Keeps your pants dry if you have an accident.”
“2. Very convenient for situations where access to bathroom is limited; travel, movies, school tests, gaming, multi-pitch mountain climbing, freeride skiing, partying, shopping, computer coding, reckless driving in a Lamborghini up narrow, twisty mountain roads, when you eventually get old enough to drive, that is.”
“3. Removes all stress when doing presentations for large audiences, because no worries about wetting your pants.”
“4. Saves time for a more efficient daily routine, because no need to waste time going to bathroom.”
“5. Much easier to change a diaper than having to change and wash clothes.”
“6. Reduced stress for busy girls by removing one important problem that could potentially be disastrous.”
“7. All benefits achieved by just wearing a slightly different underwear, a diaper, instead of regular useless pants. There are no real cons.”
Pernilla seemed a bit worried. If all pros count, she would lose seven to five. That is, provided all her points were valid. This certainly did not go well for her.
“Now, let’s analyze your points. One by one, we will go through them, to see if they are valid.”
Her mom then proceeded to do exactly that, while Pernilla lost all hope of avoiding diapers.
“Number one. Yes, some may notice, but it really does not show that much, not like you believe, and most would not care. What would show, though, is a huge wet patch between your legs, if you wet your pants. So diapers actually will help you. And if someone notice your diaper, they will rather assume you are a responsible big girl wearing a diaper to solve a problem.”
“Two. They need to be thick enough to absorb and work properly. And feeling your diaper is sort of the point, you should be aware and constantly reminded you are wearing a diaper, so you remember to use the toilet. By the way, if they don’t feel nice, if there is any discomfort, we will try a different brand, and if nothing works, you will not need to wear them.”
Pernilla now clearly started to view diapers in a more positive way, and, there might be a way out. Maybe there were no diapers that could fit her comfortably.
“Three. You don’t need to use the bathroom, you are wearing diaper.”
“Four. Diapers will rather make it much easier to you, less to worry about and less work because you don’t need to go to the bathroom.”
“And there were no more cons, saying there could be more if only you could think of something, just does not count.”
“That leaves us with seven pros and no cons. 7 to 0. So I guess that means diapers for you from now on.”
So Pernilla surrendered to the idea of her getting diapers. Because, thinking it over, why wouldn’t they be comfy to wear. She assumed they would be like those Drynites for girls 8-15 years, a pull-up style diaper made exactly for girls her size and age. She had seen those in the grocery, thinking it was weird they made diapers for such old girls, and that it must be embarrassing and strange for those who had to wear them. Now she would find out for herself, how it is to wear one. At least, they seemed to be stealthy so not obvious under clothes, no one would know.
“If you wear a diaper, but you don’t need it and don’t use it, that is really not a problem at all. It is just like wearing a different kind of underwear. But if you do have an accident, then obviously a disaster without a diaper. This is a no-brainer.”
Pernilla had to agree. There were no real negatives, while certainly at least a theoretical possibility of an advantage.
At the grocery, Pernilla anticipated the moment when they were to get her diapers. The shopping cart filled up with food and whatever else they needed for the house. Then they moved along towards the checkout.
Pernilla was surprised she got a slightly disappointed feeling, when she realized they were not getting the Drynites diapers for her. She had now prepared for that to happen, imagining going to the diaper aisle, finding the Drynites for girls in the right size, then taking the pack from the shelve and put in the trolley. And when they got home, she would need to try them on, see how they fit, if the were visible under her pants. And the pack would be present in the bathroom, her diapers, for her to wear. Now this seemed more like a dream, it was not going to happen. Just as well, because she did not need diapers.
She could have made a remark about her diapers to her mom, she was about to do so, like a joke. Then she restricted herself, because reminding her mother of the diapers could be just that small little detail that made her mom remember, in case she just had forgotten.
But her mother had not forgotten.
Instead of driving back home, they headed towards a different direction, and soon stopped outside a shop that looked to be some sort of a pharmacy.
Pernilla was about to ask what was the purpose of this, but then she realized. Looking at the window display, and the sign “The Diaper Shop,” it was obvious. This was a shop dedicated to diapers. Diapers for adults and older children. Diapers for her.
It was a typical older building, the one you can find in older cities. Brick wall, two to three stories high, and large ground level windows. The entrance had a short staircase, and a door more similar to the ones in domestic homes. No large glass facade, no huge glass doors.
The shop windows displayed various products, and some larger posters.
The products were diapers. Disposable diapers, cloth diapers, and plastic pants. Imagine having to wear those..
One of the posters advertised the “Suckers” diaper brand. “The diaper that really sucks!” There was a picture of a girl around Pernilla’s age, and you could see a diaper poking out on top of her jeans. “Peegirl from Suckers keep active girls dry all day long.”
But it was another poster that Pernilla simply could not stop looking at. There was a large picture of a girl, with nothing but a huge, thick, white diaper on, part from a small t-shirt top. The girl had a weird expression on her face, with her tongue sticking out. “Retards from Suckers. Guaranteed 24h protection for heavy wetters.”
Obviously, the girl was meant to look, shall we say, challenged, in some way. But it just didn’t look right, more like the model was pretending. And the diaper was way too thick and large for her.
“Are you coming, or what.” Pernilla’s mom had already exited the car and was moving towards the stairs, expecting her to follow. To Pernilla, this was now like a dream, and she had not yet decided whether this dream actually was more like a nightmare. She opened the door of the car, exited, and started walking towards the diaper shop entrance.