🎢 Mathilda at Europa-Park
Part 3: Homecoming
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We finally retrieve our luggage and head towards the exit. I feel better, much better. Just setting foot outside the plane makes me almost euphoric, and I'm very eager to reunite with my cousin; it's been two years since I last saw her, and she must have changed a lot.
"Look," says Mom, "they're over there."
Indeed, Aunt and Faustine are waiting for us. We just have to pass one last door, and we can say hello to them. It's at this moment that I remember I still have the sanitary napkin in my underwear. I don't feel it wet, but earlier I didn't either, even though it was.
"Can I go to the bathroom, Mom?"
"If it's very urgent, yes, but otherwise, let's go meet them; they're waiting for us."
"It can wait," I say, a bit disappointed but also impatient to see them.
I really would have liked to remove my pad, but oh well, I'll do it at Faustine's. I hope Mom won't mention it in front of them.
With our suitcases in hand, we pass the last door, and the reunion takes place. They are super happy to see us, and we are too. Faustine has indeed changed! She has grown and slimmed down. We spend a good five minutes chatting before heading back to the car.
The conversations continue during the journey. Faustine and I are in the back while the moms are in the front.
"I've already told you," Faustine announces, "but I'm so happy you're coming to our house for a few days."
"I'm happy too," I say. "I'm sure we'll have a great time."
"Especially when we're at EP. By the way, sorry if I'm a bit nosy, but do you still have... accidents when you're stressed?"
I didn't expect such a question, and I'm not sure how to answer. On the one hand, I want to be honest, especially since it's highly likely that accidents will happen to me. On the other hand, it's quite embarrassing, so I don't really want to talk about it with her.
"Yes," I say a bit embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, Mathilda. You know, I wore DryNites at night the last time we saw each other."
"Yes, because of your bedwetting," I say, intrigued by what she'll tell me next.
"Exactly. I still wet the bed at night, and I still protect myself at night to avoid wetting the bed. You see, it's not very glorious for a girl my age. Only some friends know, and others don't need to. I think it's just how it is, and it will eventually pass."
I am admiring how Faustine handles this situation, and I would like to have her strength of character.
"I have something to confess," I say in a low voice.
"Yes, tell me, I won't laugh, and I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"For the plane journey, Mom offered me one of her sanitary napkins to avoid wetting my clothes, and... I wet it. I changed to put on another one, and I think it's wet again..."
"You did the right thing! We all have our little problems and secrets. I didn't tell you everything about me. I told you I still protect myself at night, but to be totally honest, I don't wear DryNites anymore; I wear diapers with side tabs."
"Oh really? Baby diapers? But why?" As soon as I spoke, I am embarrassed by what I just said about Faustine; I just called her a baby, and I feel bad.
"Sorry, Faustine, I didn't mean that."
"Don't worry, it's not a big deal; I didn't take it the wrong way. Firstly, they're not baby diapers, but diapers for older kids; we actually call them protections. They serve the same purpose, so we can call them diapers. And the ones I wear are not found in supermarkets; we went to a pharmacy to get them. They're a bit bigger, of course, they also have two tabs on each side, and they don't have any designs on them. Mom says they're medical diapers."
"But why do you wear them?"
"It was Mom who asked me if I would agree. She said DryNites are very expensive, especially since I moved up a size. Apparently, the price tripled. At first, I admit... I wasn't too keen. I told her the same thing you told me, that they were baby diapers, and she explained the differences to me. What I didn't like was that I wouldn't be able to go to the bathroom if I needed to, but when I think about it, I never go once I put one on. And then, you can't see it under my pajamas! Whether it's a DryNite or one of these new diapers, you can't see it. So, we talked about it for a long time, and I agreed to give it a try."
Wow... I didn't expect to hear all of this from my cousin... I find her incredibly brave; I'm not sure if I would have been able to accept that.
"Mom came back in the evening with a pack of those diapers. When it was time to go to bed, she was the one who put it on me because it's more complicated with the tabs; I can't do it myself anymore. I fell asleep as usual after putting on my pajamas, and in the morning, I took it off. In the end, it doesn't make much of a difference from the DryNites, and I know Mom is happy because it costs her less."
"But when you sleepover at a friend's house or someone stays at your place?"
"It's rare for me to sleep at a friend's; it's only happened once. And it was my friend's mom who put on my diaper. My friend already knew that I wet the bed and wore a diaper. It's more her little brother who teased me, but well, boys are silly, everyone knows that!"
"So tonight, you're going to wear one?"
"Yes, of course, and also at the hotel when we're at EP tomorrow night."
I had forgotten that we were leaving for EP tomorrow and that we were also staying at the hotel. It reminds me that I will also wear a pad during the day to avoid little accidents.
The conversation between Faustine and me continues until we finally arrive. The luggage is down, and I place my suitcase in Faustine's room, finding it amusing because I see that it's a bit messy, just like mine. I really need to go to the bathroom and also remove the protection I'm wearing, so I head straight to the toilet.
As soon as I close the door, I undress. My panties are down, and instinctively, I sit on the toilet. It's there, looking down and peeing, that I glance at the sanitary napkin Mom gave me. It's wet again. I would have had two accidents in my clothes if I hadn't accepted Mom's solution.
I finish peeing and then remove the pad from my underwear when I see that it's slightly wet. The pad has slightly leaked, and I feel embarrassed; I sense my face turning red. I get dressed and leave the bathroom before heading to the nearby bathroom to leave the used pad. I feel a bit of dampness between my legs, but oh well, it will dry.
I hear Mom chatting with my aunt in the living room and decide to go see what Faustine is doing. When I enter her room, I see her tidying up. She also holds a pack that she's about to put in her closet.
"Oh, you're here," she says. "I'm tidying up my room a bit. Mom asked me to do it before you arrived, but I forgot."
"I'll help you if you want."
"With pleasure, yes; I hate doing this."
"I'm like you," I say, very smiling.
While talking, I approach her and look at the pack she's about to put away. I can see the drawing of a diaper, or at least that's the impression I get. Faustine must see that it raises questions for me because she brings up the topic.
"Yes, it's the pack of diapers I now wear at night instead of DryNites."
As she says this, I see her put a hand into the pack and take out a diaper. I am once again amazed at how little it seems to bother her to talk about diapers and even show them. This item belongs to the world of babies for me, and I would be ashamed if I were in her place.
"This is what it looks like," she adds while placing the pack and using both hands to unfold the diaper.
I look at Faustine and the diaper she holds in her hands, and I find it enormous. It certainly has the shape of a baby diaper, but it's very large. I know this because when I go to Julie's, she occasionally helps change her 2-year-old sister's diaper when she takes a nap.
Faustine turns the diaper in all directions and finally places it on top of the pack already in the closet.
"Well, you know what a diaper looks like."
We continue for a while to tidy up her room while discussing various things. It makes me so happy to reunite with her, and we have so much to talk about that we don't realize how time passes.
After a while, we are called to go to the table. Mom is tired tonight; she yawns a lot, and I am too, even though I don't like going to bed. Shortly after dinner, the four of us go through the bathroom, where we take a shower and put on our pajamas.
When I return to Faustine's room, Mom, Aunt, and Faustine are there chatting.
"Did you go pee in the toilet, Faustine?" her mom asks.
"I just did, why?"
"Everyone is going to bed," her mom adds. "I know it's not very late, but we're getting up early tomorrow, and our guests are tired."
I see that Faustine is not the happiest, but she doesn't say anything and lies down on her bed. At first, I don't understand why she's lying on it without removing the duvet. I understand when she folds her legs, lifts her butt, and lowers her pajama bottoms. She's just waiting for her mom to put on her nighttime diaper.
I'm a bit embarrassed, and Mom seems to be too, as we both move away towards the door.
"You can stay," says Faustine, "it doesn't bother me."
So, Mom and I stop near the door, looking at each other.
"Did you go pee too?" she asks me.
"Yes, I went just before taking my shower."
With a distracted glance, I watch the scene that seems somewhat surreal to me. I knew that my cousin still wet the bed and wore a DryNites to sleep, but I didn't know that her mom would put a real diaper on her. I feel sorry for her even if it seems to matter little to her. I also think that I wouldn't like to be in her place, and I really prefer having my little problems during the day rather than hers at night.
There, her mom is done. Faustine has lifted her butt again, and her mom has pulled up her pajamas. Faustine is now standing, and even though her pajama top hides her white diaper, I can clearly see that she's wearing one. Her white leggings don't hide much either. Her pajama top, a striped pink and white T-shirt, also doesn't descend very far down her buttocks.
Faustine looks at me with a smile before lying down in her bed.
"Are you coming?" she says, seeing that I'm not saying anything and not moving.
"Good night, girls," our moms say as they leave the room. "Don't talk too long; we're getting up early tomorrow!"
Without saying a word, I head towards Faustine's bed. It's a double bed, and since she took the left side, I head to the right before lying down myself. Faustine quickly turns off the light, and we start talking, but I can't get the thought out of my head that she is currently wearing a diaper, a real one, under her pajamas.
"What are you thinking about?" Faustine eventually asks.
To be honest, since you were earlier, I'll tell you, but I hope you won't be mad at me.
"Don't worry, tell me."
I then tell her what's been bothering me since earlier, that she was put in a diaper.
"Do you think it looks babyish, is that it?"
"A bit, yes... I really don't think I would have accepted being put in a diaper myself."
"Sure, wearing such a diaper at our age is not ordinary. But you know, I wet the bed, and I can tell you that waking up in a cold bed in the morning or even during the night is really unpleasant. I did try, with Mom's permission, not to wear one, but after two nights, I stopped and put on a diaper again."
"A pull-up diaper, why not, but a diaper like that..."
"I already told you earlier, once I put it on, I don't notice the difference between one or the other, so it doesn't matter."
"I admire you, you know," I say honestly. "You have to be mentally strong to think like you do."
"Thank you, Mathilda, I appreciate what you're saying."
I don't expect it, but Faustine moves closer to me and hugs me. I do the same, and I also hug her. While doing that, I hear a diaper rustling sound.
"Oh yes, that's one of the downsides of these diapers," she tells me, laughing. "They make a little noise like crinkling plastic. I don't even hear it anymore because I'm used to it, but you must have heard it."
Shortly after, we both fall asleep, thinking about our day tomorrow.
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