Changing – Chapter Three
After helping to clean up my mess and donning my hospital gown again, I sat in on the now clean examination table. Dr. Sherman asked my mother if she could come into her office for a moment, and she complied. I sat there, staring at the cabinets. I wasn’t scared, as I expected I should have been because my mother was discussing me in another room, and there was a potential that it was bad news that Dr. Sherman was telling her. Instead, I felt relieved, relieved that this predicament was almost over.
Finally, after about five minutes, Dr. Sherman exited her office and confronted me. She was smiling, but not in a ‘Well, your going to die, but it’s not that bad!’ way.
‘Erin, could you please step into my office.’ She said.
I complied, sliding off the table carefully, so that I would not brush any ‘un-wanted’ places, and cause another surge of pleasure.
I entered Dr. Sherman’s office, which looked exactly like any PHD doctor’s office, and took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs; Dr. Sherman took her respective place at the desk.
Dr. Sherman sighed, and then took a deep breath. ‘Erin, there is something wrong with you, and it is permanent. I need you to understand that this is not going to control your life, but it will change it. Do you understand?’ I nodded. ‘Good. I’ve just explained to your mother all of this and what must be done. Erin you have a condition that is called Urination from Stimulation. It is not uncommon in older men, but very rare for someone such as you, especially because you are female. Urination from Stimulation is a condition in which you will have uncontrollable urination whenever you feel stimulation such as pleasure. The actual condition is the increase in the amount of pleasure one feels, and then because of that, the stimulation is so much that you urinate. To put it simply, from now on whenever you feel physical pleasure, you will completely empty your bladder.’ She paused for a second. ‘Does that make sense?’
It took me a second for it too all sink in, but when it did, everything fell together. ‘Yes!’ I said. ‘In English, my desk chair has a raised part. I must have brushed against it. And in the car, I was rubbing against my borrowed pants… wow; it doesn’t take much to set it off, does it…’
Dr. Sherman smiled again. ‘I’m glad that you’re taking this so well. Now comes the tricky part: what must be done. Your mother has already heard this and has agreed. You may not like it, but this is the only way. Do you want to hear it?’
I nodded. ‘Yes.’
Dr. Sherman nodded also. ‘Alright,’ she said. ‘Whenever you feel physical pleasure, you will pee. Because it is impossible for you to avoid physical pleasure completely, you are going to need some protection. That means that you’re going to have to wear a diaper, twenty-four seven.’
My eyes widened at this news. Diapers? Like a little girl? All the time? I stared at the Dr. Sherman’s face, seeing that she was indeed, serious. ‘So, like, I’d have to go to school in a pull-up?’ I asked.
‘Not necessarily’ said Dr. Sherman. ‘You can wear anything you want, but some kind of protection is needed, unless you want to constantly pee yourself all day, and let it go on the floor. Basically you need to wear something that will catch urine.’
‘But why can’t I just wear something that stops that?’ I asked. ‘Like a plastic cover that’ll stop me from ever feeling anything?’
Dr. Sherman shook her head. ‘What happens if you accidentally arouse yourself? Your mother and I have discussed this, and we cannot find another method. You never know, something else may present itself, but for now, this is necessary.’
Dr. Sherman turned to my mom. ‘You have the information I gave you?’ she asked her.
‘Yes. The list is in my pocket.’
‘Good.’ Said Dr. Sherman. ‘Don’t worry. For your information many young people have to wear diapers because of problems similar to your own. Incontinence is a common problem. Everything is going to be fine; you just need to instill some confidence in yourself.’
Dr. Sherman stood up from her seat; my mother and I did the same. My mom smiled weakly at the doctor, who smiled back. She then looked at me directly. ‘Your mother’s a pretty capable woman. She’s going to take care of you. Just remember, diapers can be also being a good thing.’
I had no idea how, but I believed her.
The End of Changing – Chapter Three.
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