She ( Christine) hated her name, and though it lead to a few jokes she preferred to
be called Chris. Chris was good looking, not stunning. But she was good looking enough
to be hit on just about every day. Most girls her age, (she was 16 with beautiful red hair)
would love the attention. Unfortunately she wasn't like most girls, she was a genius. And
that's not a joke she was a genius, and life with a single but loving mother was difficult
enough. They had money; the untimely death of her father had given them that ,so her
mother was around the house constantly and hovered over her. She had changed since the
accident. Becoming clingy, always trying to talk to her daughter as though she to might
someday be taken from her.

With that at home the only time she had to really think was when she laid down at
night to sleep and school. She wasn't gay or anything but she did not have time for guys
right now. So she shunned them when she could. This only made the jokes and teasing
worse. She had her friends but she really wanted to be left alone. She thought about this
as she slowly walked home, this was another of the few times when she got to think. As
she was about to turn off main street she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It
was a sign, kind of old looking really. She should go straight home, her mother freaked
out whenever she was late, but she had gotten out of school early today so she had time to
check this out.

The door opened with a loud sqeak, and the inside almost made her turn around
but her curiosity had peaked so she went in any way. what she would remember later was
the bath robe, why was this man working in his bathrobe? But that really did not enter her
mind now. She walked pass the rows of dusty nik naks and right up to the old man.

"Hello?" she said. Chris waited for a few minutes and politely coughed. He seemed to be
reading a book, she was about to say something when he looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Hi. My names Chris and I just thought I'd...?
" "See what I sell? Yes everyone does, and they all find what they need." He smiled and
chuckled to himself.

Chris thinking this was an inside joke just smiled "So what do I need?"

This made the man smile even more "So you are smart! Most people beat around
the bush but you just come right out with it, let me think....Chris....Chris..." He slowly
rubbed his hand under his chin as he remembered."Oh yes; now I remember. You're the
genius. And want you want more than anything is the ability to be allowed to think when
ever you want! Right?"

Chris was amazed, how did this stranger know what she wanted? But her
thoughts were answered before she could voice them herself.

"I'm a wizard, and no, no, no, only once, and yes, I can help you. All you need to do is
tell me EXACTLY what you want."

Chris smiled obviously this was some kind of joke. But she could go along with
it. She tapped her foot and rubbed her chin, "Let's see....That's about it, I just want to
lay around all day thinking, and only have my mother bother me when I need something."

The old man laughed "Alright I can do that."
"Wait a minute, I know how this works. I leave here and turn into a vegetable or a
zombie or something, how do I know you will not do that?"

"Geez, no trust anymore." The wizard said as he threw his hands up.

"No, not a lack of trust. I just want to make sure I get what I want!"

"Oh. Well then.... Okay I promise you'll get want you need alright?" She
nodded her head and he smiled. "Fine have a nice day."

"What? Is that it? no spells or dusts or anything."

The old man looked at her, "Fine how about this," he franticly waved his hands over his
head and started to sput gibberish. "There are you happy?"

Chris looked over herself and said to him, "I don't feel different!"

"Well this spell was really rather large and would be to much to happen all at
once, over the next few days you will notice a difference. I have allot to do so please go;
come back when you can. Bwahahahahahah!!"

She left the store still smiling, that laugh probably wasn't a good sign she thought.
Maybe I'll steer clear of this store from now on. She'd had fun though, she still smiled as
she walked thru the door to her house and quickly to her room. She had made it just in
time, as she dropped her books on her desk she realized she had to use the bathroom.

As she sat down on the bowl she smiled as she peed, thinking maybe today she
would be able to be left alone for a while. Those hopes sank as her mother burst into the
room. Chris sat there as her mother asked her how her day went. After the regular
amount of time had passed her mother stopped talking and left. Chris smiled to herself as
she wiped. Realizing as she did that her mother would probably love to do that for her.

Back in her bedroom she sat on her bed and started to read. As she did she felt
herself slowly falling to sleep. Her mother gently woke her a few hours later it was dark
out side and it was raining. Chris looked at her mother and said, "I had the strangest
dream, that everyone was so happy, we were at the beach, but then it started to rain, so
we all had to leave." Chris saw that her mother was looking at her oddly. A slight smile
on her face. "What?" Chris said.

"Do you need any help Chrissy?"

Chris looked up at her mother she knew she hated to be called that, in fact she hadn't
been called that since she was a little girl. Chris decided alittle sarcasm was in order.
"No, MOMMY I don?t need your help."

"Well okay honey just be more careful next time. Here's some clean pants and some
panties, let me know if you need anything else."
Chris was stunned as her mother walked out of the room, what was that all about?
Then the smell hit her. The smell of drying pee. She sat up quickly realizing the smell was
coming from her, looking down she saw her pants. Her WET pants, she almost cried as
she stood up. She had wet the bed, How could she do that? Then the real problem hit
her. Her mother had seen it! Worse her mother had acted like it was normal. Quickly she
stripped her pants and panties off, and walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower she
went back to her room and dressed. She chuckled as she put her pants on, it was as if she
was a toddler again. Back when her mother really had to set her clothes out for her.
Sitting down on her bad she looked over at the pile of wet cloths on the floor. Well I
might as well clean them now she thought. Picking them up she carried them down to the
laundry room. As she walked down the stairs she caught a whiff of her pants. The smell
really didn't bother her. It made her feel odd, almost happy. The smell reminded her of
something that she couldn't quite place. By the time she got to the bottom of the stairs
she was mildly excited, and embarrassed. She was sure she shouldn't feel that way about
pee, so she found herself checking to make sure her mother was no where to be seen and
set her clothes on the dryer. She bent over as if to pull up her socks and inhaled deeply.
As she did she had a sudden urge to pee, she could hold it in; but barely. As she crossed
her legs she though, "I can just wet my pants! No one will ever know, I'll just throw
them in the wash." By now she was slowly moving her legs, "I'm doing the pee pee
dance!" She thought to herself. Just as she was about to wet she heard her mother start
to walk down the stairs. She tried to move but she realized if she did she would wet
again.

Her mother rounded the corner and saw her daughter standing by the dryer, "Hi
sweetie, did you bring your pants all the way down here so mommy could wash them?"

Chris nodded trying to act normal, she tried to stop squirming but if she did the
feeling got even worse. Her mother turned to drop the pants into the wash. Now was her
chance to run, she might make it. But a sudden urge stopped her. Her face grew red as
she felt an urge to wet her pants. "No,..... no!" she thought, I am not going to do that.
Then the voice offered up something else. Her face brightened; "Yes that would work!
Mommy will never know I did it!? She reached over to a stack of towels and pulled one
off. She smiled as the excited tingle grew even stronger. Pulling the towel between her
legs she pulled it tight up under her crotch, and as she squatted alittle she closed her eyes.
Ahhhhhhhh!

And that's how her mother found her, she had turned around to get some soap and
saw her 16 year old daughter; eyes closed and a grin on her face, as she sat down into the
towel. She was just about to ask her what she was doing when she found out. The towel
slowly turned darker then started to leak on to the floor. She stared as her daughter bent
her knees and sighed, but just as she was about to start screaming at her something
changed in her. Her mother set the soap down and waited for her to be done.

Chris slowly opened her eyes and saw her mother staring at her, with her hands on
her hips. "What mom? Do you need something?" Then she looked down at the floor and
saw the puddle. She was so embarrassed that she dropped the towel; it landed between
her legs with a splat. She backed up to the wall. Maybe her mother didn't know, yeah
maybe she could lie alittle. "Oh, I just spilled some juice in my lap. Don't worry I'll just
clean it up my self." Chris beamed, she was okay. She even smiled a little. Now her
mother got angry. "Now listen young lady, don't lie to me. I know what you did. And
right in front of me like a baby. Well I will not have you pissing all over my house. You
will either act like a big girl or no more potty for you!" Then she reached out and started
to take Chris's clothes off her.

Chris was to stunned to say no, as the last thread of her clothes where taken off
she was told to go clean up and get ready for bed. Quickly she ran up stairs and into the
bathroom. The entire time wondering why she was acting so strange, as if part of her
mind was changing. It seemed all she could think of was acting infantile. Entering the
bathroom she turned on the light and stood before the mirror. Again she smelt pee as it
dryed on her skin, and again she was over come by the urge to pee. This time she would
not have to worry. The bathroom floor was tile, and therefore easy to clean. She slowly
lowered herself to the floor and squatted, she just let a dribble come out so it didn't
splatter all over. But just as the puddle started to touch her feet she heard her mother
coming up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. She had enough time to stand and get
over the bowl before her mother walked in, but since she had kept peeing this just added
to the mess as it splashed all over. Her mother just looked at her; Chris knew she was
dead now. "What did you do?" Her mother asked. Chris looked up at her mother and
cringed, she did not have any good answer to explain why she had peed on the floor. She
felt so embarrassed, tears formed in her eyes as she tried to tell her mother how sorry she
was, but all that would come out was "Mommy, sowwy fo peepee." This caused her
mother to literally melt. Chris could not believe to change that came over her mother.
The scowl became a gentle smile, and she reached out and stroked her daughters hair. "That's okay honey, everyone has accidents. Just try better next time." At this she helped
her to clean the floor, and then she filled the tub. As Chris sat in the tub she was treated
to the first bath from her mother in many years. She used the time to think about what
was going on.

Since the smell of pee was gone her mind was much clearer. She had never felt
like that before. She stared at the wall as her mother washed her hair, she had peed
herself. Right in front of her mother; what had she been thinking? It was as if it was
normal. Just thinking about what had happened made her blush.

Chris could not believe her mother, she had thought she would have gone ballistic.
And whether or not she would have killed her, someone should have dropped! If not
Chris from the beating then her mother from the vein in her head bursting. But here she
was; smiling like this was normal treating her like she was her little child again. By now
the bath was done and her mother was helping her out of the tub. She looked up at her
mother as she slowly dried her hair.

Her mother saw her gazing at her, a look of shame on her face. She got down on
one knee and wiped water away from her eyes. "Don't worry honey, sometimes it just
takes a little longer, you just need to let time take it's course. Soon you'll have forgotten
all about this." Chris looked down at her feet, she still didn't understand. Her mother was
acting like she had just been potty trained or something. Continuing to stare at the floor
she said, "But mmmoommmm, I'm not a baby, why do you keep treating me like one?"

At this her mother gently placed her hands on her head and tilted her face up so
she could see into her eyes. "No you are not a baby sweetie, you are mommy's big girl.
Just because you have an accident doesn't make you a baby, but......" Chrissy's mother
pulled her head to her chest, gently stroking her back she whispered, "You can be what
ever you want, and if you want to be a baby once in a while then that's okay with me. Just
don't pee on the furniture. Now let's get you dressed and into bed." Taking Chris by the
hand she lead her to her room and selected a pair of pink panties and a long pink shirt.
After tucking her in she reminded her that if she had to get up and potty she had to
remember to lift the back of her shirt up so it wouldn't get wet. Chris smiled at this, "Okay mommy." Then her mother turned off the light and left. As she lay in her bed she
thought back over what had happened all day. It had been pretty much normal till she
went in that shop. Maybe it was stress, yeah that was it. She should slow down and not
take life so hard. So she had peed a couple of times, maybe her mother would take the
hint and stop treating her like she was some sort of tart. Either that or she'd put her in
diapers, as this thought passed through her head she went to sleep.

That night Chris slept like a baby,....literally. Blinking in the morning light she
looked at her clock, "Oh no I?m late for school!" she thought, but at almost the same
instant she remembered that it was Saturday. She stuck her head under her pillow and
rolled over onto her back, as she stretched her legs she smelt something. Pee. At this she
pulled the pillow off her head and looked at the floor, maybe she had forgot to pick
something up off the floor last night. But there was nothing on the floor. Then it hit her,
the floor; it was different. It was carpeted. Her room had never had carpet in it. She
instantly rolled over and shot up in her bed. Her whole room was different, the walls
where brighter and her dresser was smaller; and pastel pink. What was going on she
wondered. She threw her blankets off and jumped out of bed. A cool feeling around her
crotch got her attention. Looking down she realized she had wet the bed. Not alittle, but
allot. This and the state of her room caused her to feint.

The sound of her daughter hitting the floor got her attention, running she opened
the door to Chrissy's room and found her laying next to her bed on the floor. Thinking
she had simply fallen out of bed she rushed to her side and slowly woke her up.
Darkness, swirling slowly then a rising feeling. A moment of warmth then everything got
lighter. As her vision returned she found her mother holding her in her arms. "Oh mom, I
had the weirdest dream. My room was different, and..." but she was cut off she could now
see that her room was still different, and by the smell of it her pants and bed were still wet.
Her mother picked her up and set her on her feet. She then proceeded to take her shirt
and panties off. With a quick slap on the butt she told her to go cleanup and get ready for
breakfast. Rubbing her butt she walked to the bathroom and was shocked to see in the
corner by the tub a potty. Not a regular one, a child's potty(the regular one is by the sink)
slowly she walked up to it and looked it over, "no it couldn't be mine?" she wondered. But
when she dropped the seat her name was clearly written on it. Proudly in big letters it
proclaimed "Chrissy's potty!". Taken aback she stared at it. Then she said aloud "Well
I'm not using it." As she started to brush her teeth her mother came in with the sheets off
her bed and dropped them down the chute. "Well looks like someone is growing up,
brushing your teeth all by yourself!" Then as she rinsed her mouth out her mother
dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "Well honey, want to show mommy how big you
are? Come on and show me what the pottys for." Caught between a rock and a hard
place she slowly sat down on the plastic bowl. She must have peed allot last night because
no matter how hard she pushed she could not get anything to come out. Her mother let
loose and the splashing seemed louder then normal. She blushed as her mother looked
down at her but the sound of the splashing caused her to suddenly pee. Not allot but it
was enough for her mother to be happy.

Her mother lifted her off the potty and wiped her clean, then she grabbed her hand
and walked her back to her room to get dressed for the day. Chris now stood again as her
mother started to dress her. First she pulled something out of the dresser, Chris thought
they where panties. But as her mother held them out to her she realized they where
Pull-ups.