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I drove down the highway with one hand held between my legs. I had to pee and being stuck in a car didn’t help. A sign up ahead said that the next rest area was only fifteen miles up ahead and I could certainly hold it. It was just a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t know what I would do when I got there.
My phone rang and I answered it. I know you are not supposed to talk and drive, but at least I wasn’t texting. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend Kara. “How’s the drive?”
“Weird,” I said. “I’m almost to Massachusetts though.”
“Good timing,” she said. “What’s weird about it?”
“You know.” She very well did know why I felt weird. This was her plan. “I’m wearing a diaper.”
“You better be, Nora,” said Kara. “You don’t want to be found out as a faker and lose your scholarship.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s the problem. I’m not really incontinent. They are going to find out.”
Kara giggled on the other end of the phone. “No they’re not. Just act natural.”
I rubbed myself in the thick padded material between my legs with my phone to keep from peeing. I then picked the phone up and said, “This is not natural.”
“Well, get used to wetting yourself,” she said. “You probably should show up in a wet diaper. That way you won’t look like a faker to the other girls who are used to wetting their diapers.”
“Why did I let you talk me into this?” I asked.
“You got a scholarship to MIT. The IRS took your college money, remember? This is your last chance to go to college.”
I sighed. “Goodbye, Kara.”
“Bye. And trust me about arriving in a wet diaper.”
I hung up. I don’t understand how things got so weird. My father had saved enough in my college fund to pay for all four years of school. So my junior year of high school, I didn’t really need to bother with scholarships. When we had to go to the library to research scholarships, Kara suggested I choose the weirdest scholarships.
There were actually scholarships for people who entered a program to study yodeling. Like I could get a job doing that. There was also a scholarship for incontinent girls who were studying engineering at MIT. That was a pretty specific scholarship and it was a perfect target for my entertainment during library time.
So when the IRS investigated my father, somehow my college fund was where they though he was hiding the money. It was the summer before college and I had no money. The only scholarships I had applied for were for yodeling majors and for incontinent girls studying engineering at MIT.
The scholarship was generous. It paid for everything I needed for college. I remember getting the phone call where I was given the scholarship.
“Is Nora Stevens there,” the woman on the phone had asked.
“This is Nora.”
“This is Elizabeth Jones from the scholarship selection committee. I am pleased to inform you that you are next on the list for the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls in Engineering.”
My mouth was opened in shock. I had though my college dreams were over since I lost my college fund. I was in until her next line.
“The other girl didn’t measure up. She was faking incontinence just to get the scholarship. I made this scholarship so incontinent girls can have the full college experience. That includes living in the dorms. To do that we want to make sure that we pair you with another girl in the dorm that is in your same situation. Will this be a problem for you?”
“No problem,” I said.
“Good. We are having a summer camp to get to know the other girls. Attendance is mandatory.”
Kara had laughed and laughed when I told her, but she had been a big help in getting me adult diapers. They do sell diapers in stores, but the kind that real incontinent people wear are only found online and I had to order some ahead of time.
The rest area came up soon after the sign that said that I was entering Massachusetts. I almost stopped, but then I thought about what Kara said. An incontinent girl would show up in a wet diaper. To be convincing, I would do the same.
I relaxed and pretended I was siting on the toilet, even though I was sitting behind the wheel of my Ford Fiesta. I still had to keep my eye on the road. As I started to wet, it was so warm as the wetness spread around my crotch and under my bottom. The first time I wet the diaper, I was surprised it felt good. This was the first time I had tried to wet while sitting down. The first time I wet a diaper I was standing. Both times, I was shocked at how good it felt.
I looked back at the rest stop through the rear-view mirror. The rest area, like my toilet training, was behind me.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter one.
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