Jennifer's Decision...a
twin story (M/f; M/f; M/f)
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.
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Jennifer's Decision -- A
Twin Story (M/f; M/f; M/f)
By SamPast
Copyright © 1999
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~
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. Every time 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"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."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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)