The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Seven

The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Seven.

I had such a hectic day with coming to camp and getting yelled at by Bets that I was surprised that we had only been at the camp for one day. After the other girls got to the cabin, it was getting dark. I dug out my cell phone. Although there was no coverage, I could see the time. It was only seven in the evening, but I was tired.

Bets was the last one to enter. “Whoa, it’s dusty in here.”

I gave an embarrassed smile. “Yeah. We had a bit of a mishap with baby powder.”

“I kind of need a spare bottle now,” said Cassie.

“I’m sure Nora will let you share,” she answered. “Won’t you?”

I nodded.

“And we now have a new rule. No one is allowed to go away from the main campground without telling me. You have the whole meadow, the cabin, and the cafeteria. In addition, there are shower facilities behind the cafeteria building and you are more than welcome to use them at any time. Does everyone understand?”

A few of the girls nodded, but Bets was looking at me and Cassie.

“We are adults,” said Veronica. “We are not babies just because of our underwear.”

“Veronica, no one is treating you like babies. We just have a lot of team building exercises and we are not going to get through them if we have to go all over the camp looking for people.”

“I don’t mind,” said Bella. “It’s only a week and then we have college. I can be adult enough at college.”

“At least Bets is not going around checking our diapers to see if we need changed,” said Darla. “In spite of the problems we have, at least she lets us have some autonomy.”

I looked over at Melody, but she just sat in silence. She had her bear in hand and was hugging it tight. I wondered how she would adjust to college. I had had my whole childhood to adjust slowly to not having a mother do everything for me. To be thrust from baby to adulthood in one week must be scary and it would be an abrupt adjustment. Of course she hadn’t had to deal with bullying or anything like that, but that didn’t give her social skills. Cassie and I had our work cut out for us.

“So, anyway tomorrow is a full day,” said Bets. “You all might like to get some extra rest. It’s 7:30 now, so I will turn the light off at 9:00, but your time is your own until morning.”

There was a scramble as six girls stood up and went to their bags. I grabbed the romance novel I was working my way though and curled up in my bed with it. Bella grabbed her Anne Rice novel. We were apparently the only readers in the group. Cassie pulled out a deck of cards and taught Darla and Veronica how to play spades. Melody wanted to play too, but she couldn’t follow the game and kept begging to play Old Maid instead.
I felt bad that she was left out, but I was too comfy with my novel. I was surprised when she pulled Barbies out of her bag and started to play with them on her bed. I rolled my eyes and returned to my novel.

In the novel, Phillipe was hired as a ranch hand after Mayre’s husband had died. At first Mayre had hated the man, but he saved her many times. Once he saved her from rattle snakes and then later when her horse got a bur in its saddle and was out of control. He chased down the horse and lassoed it before holding her in his arms.

I had the sudden urge to pee and I relaxed and let the inevitable happen. Would a man like Phillipe, or even the average frat boy want to date me while I kept up this charade? Boyfriends were supposed to be part of the college experience. Did Bets realize that wearing a diaper would be a drag on my sex life? Of course I was being selfish. I am sure she experienced lots of rejection from boys due to the diapers. I was stealing a chance from another incontinent girl, so I already knew I was being selfish.

I rolled over into my pillow and started to cry. I was overwhelmed. This was too much. It was only one day in diapers and I was ready to be done. I needed the scholarship. I was not going to give it up, but four years of this was going to suck really bad.

I tried to keep my sobs silent. The other girls were reading or absorbed in their games. However, Melody looked over at me and saw my blood-swollen eyes. She put down her dolls and walked over and knelt beside my bed.

“Are you homesick, Nora?” she asked.

I shook my head and tried to think of a way to shoo her away, but she sat down beside me and started stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, Nora. I miss my mommy, too.”

Angrily I grabbed her arm and shoved her away. “Stop touching me,” I yelled. The hurt look Melody gave me as she fell against the other bunk snapped me out of my morose. I got down on the floor and put an arm around her. “Are you all right? I’m sorry I pushed you.” I saw Bets glare at me, but she didn’t intervene.

“I’m not injured, but I’m still hurt,” she said. Her voice was still sad. “I was just trying to help. My mommy brushes my hair when I am sad and I thought it might make you feel better.”

“It was a nice gesture, but please don’t do that again. I am just upset about having to wear diapers. I’m just afraid I won’t ever have a boyfriend. I haven’t had a boyfriend since I first started having to wear diapers.” That was the first honest thing I had said about my diapers since I got there. I didn’t have a boyfriend and I hadn’t last week when I tried diapers for the first time. “I was just reading my romance novel and it just brought back the fact that none of the female interest in those books wear diapers.”

“Are you saying that I can’t get a boyfriend if I am in diapers?” asked Melody. “When I was twelve I asked my mother when I could have a boyfriend and she said when I started college. Why would she tell me that if I can’t.”

I sighed. “No one is saying we can’t have boyfriends. It’s just that most boys will be grossed out when we are making out with them and they discover a diaper on their girlfriend.”

“But….”

“Don’t tell me you are that sheltered. All boyfriends eventually want to have sex. They will discover you wear diapers then. They will be surprised to find that you are not wearing sexy panties.”

“I’ve never worn panties,” she admitted.

“Weren’t you ever potty trained?”

She smiled. “Nope. Mommy told me I wasn’t able to be potty trained because I am incontinent.”

“I had many doctor’s visits trying to find the cause of my incontinence after my car accident,” I said. That was the cover story Kara and I devised when I wrote my essay for the scholarship.

“Veronica told me she went to the doctor multiple times after the drunk driver ran into her,” said Melody. “I’ve never been to the doctor’s office. My mother doesn’t believe in them. She has a spiritual healer we go to instead. Mommy runs a shop that sells hard to find ingredients that spiritual healers use, so we get a discount.”

I was appalled. How could have she gone through life with a major problem like incontinence and never been looked at by a real doctor. Did she not have vaccinations either? Was she a religious nut? How would her mother let her go to a college like MIT where they have science if that was the case?

“Umm, Melody?”

“Nora.”

“What about vaccines? You have to go to the doctor to get vaccines. They won’t let you start college unless your shot records are up to date.”

“Mother’s spiritual healer didn’t believe in vaccines, so mother didn’t either. I never needed them since I was home schooled. We had direct energy transference instead.”
outh to object, but she interrupted me.

“I think DET is nonsense. I still got measles. That was a really itchy two weeks.” She frowned. “Don’t worry about the vaccines though. I got a letter from MIT last week that said that I just have to visit the Student Health Center to get them taken care of within the first two weeks of the semester. I am an adult now and can make my own health decisions. That includes going to get my health care needs filled by someone that doesn’t buy scary chicken feet and hangs them from the ceiling.”

I put an arm around Melody. I thought she was just sheltered before, but now I believe that her mother did her active harm. “So tell me about home schooling.”

“Well, daddy used to visit me on Christmas and my birthday. So when I was seven, he brought me some school books and I did all the worksheets. Every Christmas and birthday I got some more and he picked up my worksheets. I went up two grades every year. They got harder and harder the last couple years though. For my sweet sixteen, daddy took me out on a day all my own. We went to a real school, which was weird because it was a Saturday and he left me there to take my ACT. I got a perfect score and we looked for scholarships. Mother was really upset when she found out, but I’m eighteen and daddy said she has to let me go to college. I guess that is homeschooling. I am interested to see how college works because you get teachers.”

I was taken aback. She seemed so dumb, but if she home schooled herself with only books and worksheets, she had to be a genius. “Melody, you are going to be in my study group when we start college.” I turned and kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled. “I’d like that. I never got to study with anyone else.”

Bets walked over to the light switch and toggled it so the lights blinked. “Fifteen minutes, girls.”

“Can you change me into a clean diaper before bed?” asked Melody. “I know you promised to teach me to do this myself, but you haven’t yet.”

I sighed. “Sure.” I helped Melody out of her overalls and then changed her. She just stared blankly as I did it. I taped the final tape and then patted her hip. “All set,” I said and started to get up.

“Aren’t you going to help me into my jammies?” She sat up and went through her bag and found a sleeper and handed it to me. It was August and hot. I shoved it back in her bag.

“No,” I said. “It’s too hot for jammies. We are just going to sleep in our diapers and shirts.” I pulled off the soccer shorts I was wearing and folded them and put them at the foot of my bed. I was dry, but I had waited a bit long to wet and it might be suspicious if I conveniently wet right before I needed a change. I had to pee a little bit and I would have gone to the bathroom if I wasn’t wearing a diaper.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

I looked around at the other girls. Veronica wore shorts over her diaper, but Bella only wore a t-shirt like us. Darlene wore a nightie. Cassie got in bed and cast aside her bra and t-shirt before covering up. I was surprised that she would go shirtless in front of the rest of us. My best friend Kara had told me she slept naked unless she was staying at my house. I was a t-shirt and panties girl. I had nighties and even a set of flannel pajamas, but I always found that they were too much. “Yeah, I think it’s okay. If you get cold just let me know. I know you don’t want to wear a sleeper though.”

I left Melody in her bed holding her teddy bear and returned to my bed. As I passed Cassie’s bed, she grinned at me. “How was your talk with the baby?”

Just then the lights went out, so she didn’t see me when I scowled at her. “Don’t call her that. Besides, you need to teach her to dress and change herself.”

“Don’t remind me,” she said. “And I suppose I should be nice since Bets gave me a second chance.”

“There’s the spirit,” I said. I got in my own bed and lay staring at the ceiling. If Melody the other girls could deal with incontinence, then I should be able to wear diapers continually too. I closed my eyes and relaxed before remembering that I had to pee. I couldn’t get comfortable, so I just relaxed letting the wetness fill my diaper. It felt really warm against me and with that feeling, I drifted off to sleep.

The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Seven.

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