🛏️ Constance Medical
Part 4: Evening with Constance
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As I leave the room, I hear Amélie telling Mom that with this diaper, I can still go pee in the toilet.
"Do many families adopt this solution when they come to the store for a solution?"
"Honestly, no," Amélie responds. "It's also not really the first one I offer. I suggest it if they have a low budget."
I am now out of the room and the mothers can't see me anymore, but I can still hear them.
"I also have families...," Amélie continues before interrupting herself. "Wait, let me see if the kids are gone."
What she just said piques my curiosity, so I don't move away in order to hear their conversation.
"I also have some families, fortunately few in number, looking for diapers to humiliate their child who still wets the bed."
"Oh really?" Mom is surprised. "That still exists, in our time?"
"Yes, it does. And so these families, often on the advice of a grandmother, ask me if plastic panties or even rubber ones still exist. So I tell them about this solution. These diapers are not the most discreet if you wear several, and they don't have a system to keep moisture away from the skin. When you pee in these diapers, you can feel it, unlike modern diapers."
"It's true that my grandmother made me wear those when I was little and stayed at her place," Mom says thoughtfully. "There was also a rubber sheet under the mattress."
"I also get asked for rubber sheets. We don't sell rubber ones though, they don't make them anymore to my knowledge. But it's funny that you mention this because Charles and I recently bought the customer file and stock of an old small medical supplies store run by an old woman who was retiring, and in the stock we found, among other things, three rubber sheets. There was also a baby potty, do you remember what that is?"
"The name sounds familiar, yes."
"I'll tell you about it downstairs with the men."
"So funny. Are you going to sell them in the store?"
"I don't think so, no. I was thinking of putting a rubber sheet on Constance's bed so she knows what it's like. Do you want one for your place?"
"Why not," Mom responds. "I'll put it on Denis' bed. It will bring back memories for me and he'll know about it too."
"I'll put a box in Denis' bag then."
In addition to coming back with new diapers, hopefully not the ones I'm wearing right now, now I'll have a rubber sheet on my bed. The holidays are starting well!
I then go to my room to get my pajamas and put on the top, then the bottom. I immediately realize that my pajamas are not the most suitable. Indeed, this one being rather tight, it barely goes over my plastic panties. It's impossible not to understand what I'm wearing under my pajamas. So I put the top of my pajamas over the bottom, and it's better, a bit more discreet when someone looks at me.
Next, I head to the bathroom. I find Constance there, doing her hair.
"This pajama suits you very well," she says smiling and watching me.
"Eh...," I say, "I'm not a fan of the diapers you wear."
"I don't like them too much either, but don't worry, there are others."
I quickly brush my teeth, and we go down to join the adults. Walking with this thickness between my legs is really not practical, and even less discreet. When we walk, it makes that little plastic rustling noise.
"There you are," Amélie says as she sees us. "Come closer."
I'm not modest, but I'm a bit embarrassed to show myself like this in front of the parents. As I approach Mom, she pulls down my pajama bottoms to my ankles. Everyone is looking at me, or more specifically at my diaper.
"It seems fine to me," Charles says. "How many diapers did you put in there?"
"I put one on Constance, and two for Denis. He apparently drank a lot tonight."
"You kids can go play or chat," Mom says.
I don't have to be told twice, and it's with haste that I pull up my pajama bottoms and leave the room. Constance follows me.
"How do you find it?" she asks me.
"I'm not sure," I say, thinking about what I heard from her mom earlier. "It's thicker than the diapers I usually wear for sure."
"I'm not a fan of these diapers."
"And don't you find it a bit humiliating that your mom is the one who puts your diapers on you? And in the morning, how is it?"
"It doesn't bother me at all, on the contrary, I prefer it. And in the morning, that's when I like these diapers the least. But you'll see for yourself."
As we climb the stairs and Constance is in front of me, slowly climbing the stairs due to her disability, I can discreetly and regularly glimpse her plastic panties under her nightgown. It reminds me that I have the same outfit on.
We then spend some time in her room, chatting and playing. The topic of diapers is not brought up, but it comes back to me because I can regularly hear the plastic rustling or see the plastic panties when Constance moves and changes positions.
I feel a slight need to pee emerging and it intensifies as the minutes pass. That's when we hear our moms' voices approaching.
"It's time to go to bed now," Mom says.
"How's your diaper?" Amelie asks, moving towards Constance.
I don't understand the question directed at my friend. Curious, I watch what's happening as I stand up. Constance does the same, and I see Amélie lift up the nightgown and press her hand on the plastic panties.
"You've peed," Amélie says. "Not a lot, but still a little."
If I didn't understand why Amélie asked that question, I don't understand why Constance's diaper is wet.
I then see Amélie go towards the diaper bag and take one out.
"I'll add another one for you," she announces, returning to Constance.
This scene seems surreal to me, and I look at Mom, who smiles at me without seeming surprised by what's happening. Amélie is again facing her daughter and lowers her plastic panties a bit before inserting the new diaper inside. Constance is soon wearing two diapers, just like I have been for a while.
She never fell asleep, I'm sure of that. So she must have peed while awake. Now the question is whether she did it consciously or not.
"Do you need to pee?" Mom asks me.
"Yes," I say, still looking at Constance who is now pulling down her nightgown that her mom finished adjusting.
"Then go pee quickly and then go to your room."
And that's what I do. I find myself in the bathroom, pulling down the front of my plastic panties and the diapers inside, and pee. I then put everything back in place and find Mom in my room. She has opened the sheet, and I lie down on my bed. I immediately feel the rubber sheet under me as Mom puts the sheet over me.
"We'll be gone with Dad when you wake up tomorrow," Mom says. "You'll be good, right?"
"Why was Constance's diaper wet?" I ask Mom without even answering her question.
From what I understood, Mom replies, Constance's bladder is a bit... lazy."
"But does she also wear diapers during the day?"
"I'm not sure. It's best if you ask her tomorrow."
What I understand most is that Mom doesn't want to talk to me about it. Constance's parents must have explained it to her because she knows some things, but she must think it's not her place to tell me, which I can understand.
Mom gives me several kisses before Dad arrives and does the same. I am then alone in my bed, thinking about what I saw. I think about the different possibilities of what happened, and I see only two. The first is that Constance also has accidents during the day, but not all the time since she wasn't wearing diapers when we arrived. The second is that she deliberately peed in her diaper. And when Mom says it's her bladder that's lazy, it's only half true, it would mainly be Constance who is and didn't want to go to the bathroom.
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