Mimis struggle – Chapter Three
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Come on Ally, you’ve been in there for like ever!”
“I’m going as fast as I can Mimi, stop bugging me!”
“Please Ally; I really need to go…”
“Then you shouldn’t have waited so long! You could have come sooner.”
“I did! But you…” Mimi let her argument trail off, she was on the wrong side of the bathroom door to be agitating Ally, who currently held Mimi’s fate in her hands. Mimi had to admit that she couldn’t be totally mad with Ally, since she hadn’t technically gone to the bathroom the exact moment that she started to need it… But still, she could have been far lazier if she wanted to be and so what Ally had done was completely unfair.
As usual, Mimi was engrossed in something when the urge hit. She found it quite odd how she only ever needed to pee when she was in the middle of something, like the god of continence liked playing tricks on her. In this particular instance she was talking to one of her few friends over the internet, and everyone knows that whenever you type “brb”, you risk the response “Its o.k, I needed to get going anyway…”, especially if you’ve been talking for quite a long time like Mimi had. Now, the relationship between Mimi’s room and the bathroom has already been established as basically being at opposite ends of a corridor, so that under well lit circumstances you can see one from the other. Mimi’s desk also happened to be right next to her bedroom door, so her standard practice was to shuffle along on her wheeled computer chair and poke her head into the hallway. Being able to see the bathroom door from this vantage point, Mimi could always ensure that the toilet was available to her, signified by the bathroom door being ajar, and thus feel safe not having to go straight away but to keep doing whatever it was she was doing.
This particular occasion was no different, so after several checks to make sure the bathroom was still free, Mimi finally felt she had to tell her friend that she’d “brb”. Her friend in turn replied that it was no problem, inferring that she would wait for Mimi to return, which always made Mimi feel a little bit stupid for delaying her break. But no matter, she still had plenty of time and the bathroom door was still open as she left her room and began traversing the hall.
As chance would have it, Ally’s room was situated right next to the bathroom, much to Mimi’s envy! Ironically though, Ally hated it, complaining that the sound of the toilet flushing would wake her up on a night (which in Mimi’s eyes pointed towards a culprit for the regular hall way light sabotage). Frequently they both asked their mother, individually of course, if they could switch rooms. Obviously the answer was ever a resounding no- imagine the hassle that swapping two rooms around would entail. Nevertheless, the most enviable quality of Ally’s room was what thwarted Mimi next; while she was still only half way across the hall way, her sister opened her own bedroom door and more or less walked straight into the bathroom, slamming the door in Mimi’s face before she knew what was going on. There was a sliding noise and then a “click”, which meant that once Mimi had realised what was happening, she could only muster a challenge from behind a locked door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Open up Ally, I was here first!” Mimi had protested.
“I don’t think so Mimi, I was here first. That’s why I’m in now and you’re not!”
“Oh come on, you saw me in the hall! You’re room’s just closer than mine!”
“Mimi, stop being a baby. Some of us need to use the bathroom more than you do…” Mimi felt stung by the inference of Ally’s comment, as though she might as well have said “Some of us only have the toilet to pee in…”, but she didn’t want to rise to meet her sisters scathing remark.
“That’s… not true.” Mimi whispered rather meekly. A brief pause followed.
“Just wait a moment; I’ll be out in one minute.” Ally said. This brings us back to the present some ten minutes later.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Ally! Come on!”
“Quit rushing me! I don’t do it to you, it’s not fair!”
“Please…” Mimi pleaded, a tear forming in her eyes.
“Just give me one second!”
By now Mimi was noticeably shuffling around outside the door, interrupted by the occasional yelp or moan or half-hearted tap on the door. After about another minute of this Mimi launched a final attempt.
“Please Ally! Open up!” She banged with a last ditched effort. “Please, just let me in! I’m gonna…”
From inside the bathroom, Ally heard Mimi’s desperate sniffles turn into full blown crying as her big sister broke into tears, followed shortly by the stamping of running feet away from the door. Both the stamping and the crying got quieter until the stamping finally stopped and the crying levelled out, presumably in Mimi’s room. At this point, Ally decided to stop pressing her ear against the bathroom door. Her neck was feeling a little stiff from holding it in that same position for the last few minutes, so she moved her head around a bit before slowly creeping out of the door, remembering to flush the toilet on her way so as to keep up the charade. Ally thought she heard the crying intensify as she did so.
Upset wasn’t exactly the word Mimi would use to describe herself at that moment. She was annoyed at Ally obviously, and also at the fact that her mom would be proved right yet again, but mostly she was annoyed and frustrated at herself. She knew she was partly to blame for waiting so long before she went to the bathroom, but she couldn’t believe that she’d started crying so loudly! It was like “hey everyone, look what I did in my diaper!” Stupid diapers… Mimi thought. If I wasn’t wearing them then maybe Ally would have let me use the bathroom first… It wasn’t like she’d never wet before, so why did she have to cry every time? Why couldn’t she save the tears for in front of her mother during changes? It was all the wrong way; bawling when she had an accident but being brave faced and awkward when being changed. What kind of message was that giving out? Exactly the one her mother wanted to hear, that’s what kind. The tears quickly dissipated as Mimi sulked on her bed. Then she realised that her friend was still waiting for her on the internet. At least she could keep talking and not have to see her stupid sister. So after a moments composure, Mimi sat at her desk in her now wet diaper and began typing, “Back”
Ally knew exactly where she was going. Finding her mom in the kitchen, she decided to sit down and make small talk. Once her mother moved into the living room Ally followed, always making sure she knew what her mom was doing. All she had to do now was wait.
“I better go check on your sister dear; I’ll be back in a sec.”
“Wait mom, I wanted to talk to you about something.” She snapped, desperately thinking of something to say that would keep her mom downstairs.
“Oh? What is it Ally?”
“Um, it’s kind of about school…”
“Can it not wait? I’ll only be a moment with your sister, presuming she’s o.k.”
“Can’t that wait until dinner time? I mean Mimi will be down soon and it’s nearly ready right?” There was a slight pause as the girls mother looked from her watch to the kitchen, and then to the stairs. She repeated this a few times while Ally waited with bated breath.
“I guess you’re right… I just don’t like to leave her, you know?”
“I know mum, but Mimi’s a big girl, I’m sure she’s fine.” Ally replied trying not to sigh with relief.
“You know, you’re absolutely right. Mimi sure is lucky to have a sister like you, always thinking about her.”
“Gee mom, it’s not like she wouldn’t do the same or anything…” Ally said, replicating humility. The truth was that this was too good an opportunity to waste, she wanted results.
“I’m sorry dear; you wanted to talk to me about school?”
By now it didn’t matter what she said, so long as her mom wasn’t going anywhere. So she mumbled a few things about how she was finding certain subjects hard, and how she was looking forward to the holidays. Her mom meanwhile paid full attention, as mom’s do, despite the fact that she was secretly happy nothing significant was going on. After a while, a “ding” sounded in the kitchen.
“Come on down Mimi, its dinner time!”
Already? Mimi thought to herself. Sure she was hungry, and it was definitely late enough to be dinner time, but there was a certain something about her current condition that made her slightly reluctant to face the music. Not that she had anything really to lose; Mimi knew that there was no chance she could get away without having a diaper change, but usually her mom would have been and “checked” her by now. Where was she? Oh well, no use thinking about it; she was wet and so her mom would have found out sooner or later… Suddenly, a panic spread all over her like a rash, what if her mother was giving Mimi a chance to show responsibility by not checking her? Damn! Of all the times to have an accident, she just had to have gone and done it when she needed to prove she could stay dry more than ever! But she could still make something out of it at least, even if it wasn’t as good as staying dry. Mimi figured that by announcing that her diaper was wet before her mom had a chance to check for herself, it at least showed she was paying attention to her diapers and was being responsible for her accidents. So with that in mind, Mimi signed off of her computer and headed downstairs, intent on telling her mom what had happened.
“Mom, I…” Mimi began, but immediately cut herself off as she saw Ally waiting in the kitchen for her. As much as she hated admitting that she’d peed herself, whenever her sister was around it made it ten times worse. In a split second Mimi had completely changed her mind. Attempting to avoid suspicion, she instead decided not to bring attention to herself in the hope that her mother would leave her be. Brushing her half finished sentence away as though she had never started it, Mimi shuffled towards the table where the plates were already laid.
The next thing Mimi knew, her skirt was around her ankles. She never saw it coming.
“Check time.” Her mother announced, somewhat late in Mimi’s opinion. She would at least have liked to know it was coming before she’d had her skirt yanked down in a sly and unforeseen fashion, and right in front of Ally too. Typical. She folded her arms and pouted; the standard posture for the situation. It probably did her no favours but at least it made her feel better.
Despite being obviously wet just by looking at her diaper, Mimi’s mother still performed the ritual of first peeking down the front of the diaper, then running a finger along the inside of Mimi’s leg to double check. Mimi didn’t watch her mother as she went about the task, but she knew as soon as she felt the tug at her crotch that her mother would be shaking her head and probably muttering to herself. Ally of course was secretly loving it. Mimi thought about reaching for her skirt in preparation for heading back upstairs, but before she could bend over her mother caught her off guard with another check; a quick peek down the back of her diaper than a firm pat on the bum.
“Mom!” Mimi said astounded. She was also quite annoyed that she hadn’t expected it, when a number two check often happened if she was first found to be wet.
“I think I’d know if I pooped myself!”
There was a deadly silence as Mimi caught Ally’s gaze, making her instantly regret her little outburst.
“Well I’m sorry Mimi, but you can’t blame me for caring since you don’t know when you’re wet…”
“But I did know!”
Another deadly silence marked Mimi’s second spell of regret.
“Then why didn’t you tell me sweetie?”
“I… I was going to, but…”
“Honey, I don’t mind if you can’t keep track of all your accidents. That’s why I check you, right?” This comment made Mimi really angry. No matter how many times she tried to tell her mom that she needed a change, on one of the few occasions when she’d had a rare accident of course, her mother never listened and just went ahead and checked her all the same, sometimes making her wait until she would have done it anyway.
“No, I mean it mom. I was going to tell you but… it was Ally’s fault that I went!”
The third and longest silence of the encounter was marked only by a sharp intake of breath from the accused, who until now had remained utterly silent.
“Oh really?” The girls’ mother said, turning to Ally with a genuine conviction. For the first time ever, Mimi got the slight feeling that her mom might actually be on her side. She couldn’t believe it!
“What did you do to Mimi, dear?”
“I didn’t do anything mom!” Ally said in genuine panic. “I was in the bathroom and Mimi just started crying!” Ally did not have quite the same grounding as Mimi did in a straight up argument, being the younger and clearly smaller of the two sisters, so she floundered ever so slightly whenever she tried to speak.
“That’s not true! I was there first and you went in on purpose! She wouldn’t let me in mom!”
“I did not! I didn’t know you wanted to come in so bad!”
“You did too! I said please like a million times and I was knocking…” Mimi started to lose focus as she remembered the traumatic recent event. Ally meanwhile had regained some confidence.
“I was only in for two minutes! You didn’t even try to wait!”
“I did too! You were in for more than ten minutes and I tried my hardest…”
“Did not! You peed your diapers on purpose!”
The argument came to a screeching halt as their mother gave Ally a discouraging look for the last comment. Ally tried to mouth a sorry but couldn’t find the words. Mimi was starting to sniffle.
“Now girls, that’s quite enough of that. It’s o.k Mimi.” She said. Mimi suddenly felt better at the sound of her mothers reassuring voice, clearly on her side for once.
“Ally, come here please.” The younger sibling only had to take half a step to get closer to her mother, but it was the principal of the summoning that counted.
“Now you know not to say things like that about your sister’s condition, she can’t help it.”
Ally hung her head and began to sniffle herself, resigned to a further reprimand as her best plans came crumbling down around her. Mimi wasn’t best pleased at what her mother had said about her “condition”, but at least it was in the right direction for once. Mimi also waited for the telling off that her sister was going to get.
It never came.
“Mimi, what Ally said wasn’t fair, but blaming her for your accident isn’t fair either.” At once both girls jerked their heads up.
“You know you have to get to the bathroom early, and you can’t expect your sister to just jump out because of you. I’m sure she would have tried to help you if she could, but if you can’t wait two minutes…”
Mimi couldn’t stop crying. She just held onto her mother and bawled into her chest, skirt still around her ankles. Her mother rocked ever so gently from side to side, whispering “shhhh” noises into her ear and generally not understanding why Mimi was crying. This was evident from her poor choice of reassurances, which revolved around two minutes being a long time to hold on if you have wetting problems, and that she couldn’t help having accidents, which is why they both agreed she should go back to wearing diapers. The latter theme of reassurance stung the most; like she would ever have agreed to wearing diapers! If only she could muster her feelings into an argument, but it just didn’t seem like the time. As a side not, if either of them had been paying attention to anything other than themselves, they might have noticed a brief flash, or heard the faint sound of a mobile phone going “snap”.
After a few minutes, Ally started to help her mother carry on with setting up dinner, which was in danger of getting cold. Mimi had calmed down and was now standing still, wiping tears from her eyes and sniffing.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mimi; we almost forgot to change you.” Her mother exclaimed, almost dropping a potato. Mimi wanted more than anything to wait until after dinner, but all she could do was start crying again. At least she could summon the will to start pulling her skirt up.
“Oh, don’t worry about that hun, I better sort you out before dinner gets cold.” Mimi didn’t quite know what her mother meant, until she saw her gesture to Ally.
“Would you go get one of Mimi’s diapers for me sweetie? I wouldn’t ask, but we don’t have time to go back upstairs.”
“No…” Mimi whimpered.
“It’s o.k dear, she doesn’t mind going out of her way, do you Ally?” Ally just shook her head and walked out of the kitchen.
“That’s… not… what I…” She attempted to communicate through sniffles, but her mother wasn’t listening so she just gave up. Ally of course knew where Mimi’s diapers were kept; another blow to her sisters esteem, though Mimi had given up trying to get that information from her long ago. She knew that Ally would only get into trouble if she told, and could always tell on her if she kept asking. At least this is what her sister had said. Unknown to Mimi, the truth was that there was no way Ally would ever give away this secret to her sister, not for anything. She needed it far too much. So now Mimi just tried to pretend that her sister didn’t have this power over her. Until now, it had worked.
When Ally re-entered the kitchen, Mimi was kneeling down with her hands on the back of a chair. She hung her head so that she faced the floor, evidently unhappy at being changed right there and then. Her diaper was already un-taped and was lying on the floor underneath her in case of any changing accidents. Her mother was busy wiping with some wipes she kept in her handbag. Luckily, Ally had thought to bring the powder as well.
“Oh thank you dear, you’re a star. Isn’t she Mimi?” Mimi stared straight at the floor and said nothing.
“Feel free to start your dinner Ally; we’ll be done in a minute. No use letting it stand.”
“It’s o.k mom, I’ll wait until we’re all together.”
“Awww, well if you’re sure dear. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mimi couldn’t help but feel the last comment was directed at her, because it was her needing a diaper change that had kept everyone waiting. Still, she didn’t say anything.
Changes like this were always more difficult, not that Mimi had experienced enough diaper changes to warrant a range of different styles, but the one or two, maybe three; certainly not more than four or five… times she’d had this change it had always taken longer, and it felt like she was having her diaper “clamped” onto her from behind, instead of the snug “slip” up and over the front she had when lying down. She started to think of the various other ways she’d been changed depending on circumstance, which didn’t crop up very often obviously, but didn’t quite get to recalling all of them before she felt the firm pat that meant the change was finished, in addition to her mother’s announcement of course. At least she could finally pull up her skirt at long last and eat her dinner, which fortunately hadn’t cooled too much. Mimi ate in silence.
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Three.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index