Mimis struggle – Chapter Seven
The very first morning of Mimi’s plan was already showing hidden benefits. She had woken up wet as she sometimes did, but it didn’t take her long to stop feeling bad about it. After all, if she was going to keep this up she would likely have many wet mornings so what did it matter? She tried to remember if she’d woken up at any point during the night needing to go. At that moment she couldn’t quite recall if she had or hadn’t but it was o.k. – she assumed that she’d held on for as long as she could before wetting and falling back asleep. Probably.
It was actually quite liberating to think that she wouldn’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night anymore, until she got out of diapers of course, because winter was on its way and it could get pretty cold outside of her bed. Still, she wanted to keep up appearances so remained totally unresponsive as her mother came in to give her the routine morning check. Not that it really mattered; her diaper was pretty soaked so her mom could tell it was wet despite Mimi lying slovenly on her front. A quick tug at the back of her P.J’s was enough to reveal a soggy butt.
School was a little bit trickier since she didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about her situation. Being in pull-ups meant Mimi would have to be pretty vigilant with changes so that she wouldn’t leak, but it was just as important to keep up her plan here. Perhaps it was even more important, as Mimi soon realised that her routine of using the bathroom at any opportunity could only have been hurting her control. Forcing herself to go all the time meant she wasn’t getting any holding-on practice while at school, and that had to be affecting her wetting habits at home. Deciding that was all about to change actually gave Mimi a lot of confidence, because it was something she hadn’t factored. She thought about shortening her time scale there and then, but decided that it would be best just to keep to the same plan and hope that this revelation would simply speed up the process.
It didn’t take long for Mimi’s confidence to falter once school began. She hadn’t gone straight to the bathroom like she usually would have done, which resulted in Mimi wetting her pull-up during first period. Not a good start. Normally if this would have happened she would have changed straight away, but then normally she wouldn’t be expecting to wet again for the rest of the day. As usual she only had two spare pull-ups in her bag, and she didn’t want to make a mess of things on her first day so she decided to wait until at least third period before changing, figuring that she wouldn’t need the bathroom again for a while.
It turned out to be a good decision, since she didn’t wet again until after lunch time. And this time she had a much more productive spell of holding on, to the point where she practically flooded her pull-up once she couldn’t hold out any longer. The result was actually quite scary for Mimi, who was so afraid she might have leaked that she didn’t move during the whole of fourth period. Even at the end of class she dawdled about with books and her bag just so she could be sure everyone had left before she slowly got up. No marks on the seat – that was a good sign, and a brief check of the back of her skirt revealed there were no patches there either. In Mimi’s mind it was safe enough to quickly nip to the bathroom, where a more thorough inspection showed no leakages anywhere else. She was relieved to find out that although soggy, her pull-up had managed to contain her “accident”, and that meant she wouldn’t have to worry about flooding pull-ups as part of her plan, which made her very happy. She didn’t want to take any more chances though and changed into her last pull-up right there, as it wasn’t long until the end of school and safety.
Surprisingly enough Mimi was still dry at the end of school and didn’t feel any need to use the bathroom, so she was confident that she could at least get home in a clean pull-up. That was something to look forward to, even if she was two short…
The journey back was a different story however. As soon as Mimi started to walk she felt her lunch suddenly catch up with her. The young girl was fairly surprised at how quickly the urge had come on, and was silently glad that nothing had startled her at that moment for she would surely have soiled her pull-up. Having only just left the school Mimi instinctively turned around to go back and use the bathroom, but before she got part way she stopped herself. Would that be such a good idea? Up until this point she hadn’t really considered it much, but now that she thought about it she realized that her messy accident the day before was part of the reason she decided to make a plan. And she had to admit, the sudden urge was a good indication that she needed to practice holding that too. In the end there was no real decision to make, she had to try.
Once the initial shock was gone, Mimi actually found it pretty easy to keep holding so long as she didn’t walk too fast. It would certainly wait until she got home.
Today’s check was preformed in the front sitting room, where her mother had been ironing the laundry and then subsequently called Mimi to as soon as she heard the door open. Ally of course was already there sitting on the sofa watching T.V, or at least acting as though she were watching T.V.
“Good day I hope?” her mother asked as Mimi walked into the room.
“Uh-huh.” She replied casually. It had been a pretty successful day as far as Mimi was concerned. She had certainly learned a lot and felt much better about herself.
“All dry?” was the next slightly patronizing question.
“Um, yeah…” Technically it was the truth, she was dry, and the speedy pull-up check confirmed it. However, the bag check was a different matter. At first Mimi only felt an unzipping action and assumed her mother was just looking, but this was soon followed by a deeper search, then a more rigorous excavation. Finally all was still.
“I m guessing your other two pull-ups weren’t as lucky as this one?” The comment made Mimi turn bright red. Despite telling herself that she had put them to good use, she knew that her mother would never see it that way. Her embarrassment stemmed mostly from imagining what she assumed her mother thought had happened, not to mention Ally, who was now sternly paying attention. Mimi was glad that at least she hadn’t soiled herself, so she just silently waited until everyone else was done thinking lowly of her and she was led away by her mom for the inevitable.
As usual the pull-up had been taken off with all haste and so Mimi stood, in her temporary panties, faced with the prospect of using the bathroom. Every fibre of her being was telling her to go because she wouldn’t get this chance again. Her mother rarely indulged her like this, and normally she would force herself to use the bathroom to experience the brief freedom of non-disposable underwear. This time however, it just didn’t seem right. Minus the previous embarrassment she‘d had a productive day, and she couldn’t help but feel that this would be a step in the wrong direction. Sure she knew that she needed to go, but the urge had lessened considerably now that she wasn’t constantly moving so it wasn’t that bad. She confessed that she wasn’t exactly sure how long she’d be able to hold on for, but it would be long enough to make her feel that going now wouldn’t be helpful.
Sadly, instant regret was something that Mimi was beginning to experience all too often. As soon as her mother laid her down to put her diaper on, the urge to go rushed back threefold. She wondered then if she’d made the wrong decision, but couldn’t help feel that if she had it wasn’t entirely her fault. Before letting Mimi use the bathroom, her mother would usually make her lie or least sit down to take off her pull-up, but for some reason this time she had done it while Mimi was still standing. Any other day she would have considered this a victory, but today it meant that she was unaware of the consequences of a horizontal change.
Now it was too late. Mimi was still managing to hold on but she knew that as soon as her mom was done she would have to make a very quick decision.
So far so good – Mimi was staying calm and more importantly, in control. Her mom seemed to be taking forever though, which made her wish even more that she’d had a chance to discover what would happen earlier – She could certainly have held on for the time it took to remove a pull-up.
Each stage of the change brought different problems; lifting her legs was obviously hard work and she was glad it came at the start of the change before her discomfort got more serious. Then when her mother rubbed powder over her she found it very difficult not to just relax because it tickled slightly. The taping up of her diaper didn’t help either, with the snug fit adding unexpected pressure. Fortunately when her mother was done she had refrained from any kind of diaper patting, which would certainly have pushed her over the edge.
Once her mother had left, Mimi stayed still for a few moments not knowing what to do. She figured that she could still make it to the bathroom and save the situation so long as she didn’t make any sudden movements. That was easier said than done, for as she slowly lifted herself up from her bed her discomfort increased dramatically. One thing was for sure, there was no way that she was going to try putting her skirt back on first!
Mimi put all of her effort into concentrating as she edged across the room from her bed to her door, but with every step she took she could feel her control slipping. It didn’t help that the diaper was forcing her legs apart and making it more difficult to walk. She was only halfway when a sudden cramp forced her to stop and bend over – Mimi clutched the back of her diaper but it was far too late to stop her completely filling it.
“Aw, damn it…” she said, equally as frustrated at her level of control as with her poor judgement. Mimi just stood rigid on the spot for several moments not wanting to move in case it made things worse. Oh well, she supposed she would have to get used to regular soiled diapers anyway if her control was going to get any better. But she didn’t have to tell her mom just yet…
“Mimi honey, I…” her mother stopped in the doorway while she took in the scene. It was picture perfect. Mimi was of course still frozen in the middle of the room bent over slightly with her diaper fully exposed and in profile view. The situation couldn’t have been clearer.
“Um, what is it mom?” Mimi said innocently, hoping that her mother had turned blind… and lost her sense of smell.
“Well I just came back because I forgot to tell you when dinner would be ready, but I guess that can wait.” She said closing the door behind her. “Mimi dear, would you mind telling me what happened?” There was a pause as Mimi carefully looked at herself and the position she was still in, and then gradually turned to look at her diaper.
“What does it look like?” she said sighing in frustration. Just as she thought things couldn’t get much worse, she started to cry. It was probably the shock of being caught more than anything, but she secretly told herself that she was only doing it to make it look like an accident. Her internal excuses were of little solace.
Disregarding the state of her diaper, Mimi instantly hugged her mother who embraced her in turn. She cried into her shoulder for a good few seconds not wanting to look her mom in the face.
“Mimi I’m not angry, but why didn’t you use the bathroom just now? Or at least have used your pull-up? Why did you save it for your diaper?”
Mimi didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to tell the truth, and probably couldn’t have explained it even if she tried, but she also couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“I… I didn’t know it would happen…” she sniffed, which in a way was true.
Her mother didn’t say another word but Mimi knew exactly what she was thinking. She considered arguing her case, about how her control wasn’t as bad as it looked, but there wasn’t much point. Her mother assumed she had no control anyway, and she had brought it upon herself this time. After all, if she was going to be using her diapers more or less all the time now, what difference would it make what her mother thought? As long as the plan worked in the end, that was all that mattered.
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Seven.
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