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This is a short story I wrote based on the idea posed by Jericho2020. It is set in a world where a virus attacks women's ability to control themselves. This short story in eight chapters is about the first woman to contract it and how her life changed. We took a lot of inspiration from the COVID-19 lock down and quarantine. It was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1 - Feeling Funny
Emily thought she was coming down with the flu. She had survived the COVID-19 outbreak of two years ago largely unscathed. She was young and healthy, after all. This felt different though. She was having stomach issues, frequent urination, a touch of diarrhea, muscle cramps, aching joints and now she had a mild fever.
She had worked in the mall at the clothing store yesterday but had called in sick today. She couldn’t possibly work a shift feeling like this. She loaded up on fluids, cold and flu meds and went back to bed to let it run its course. Her roommate, Camile, was leaving for work and promised she would return to check on her at lunch.
When Emily opened her eyes, it was to the beep of a vitals monitor. She was in a bed in a hospital but had no recollection of how she got there. Her pulse quickened and so did the machine’s beeps. She had an IV drip in her right arm and an oxygen line under her nose. She moved the bed up to a sitting position to find Camile sitting in the chair next to her bed.
Her throat was dry but she managed to squeak out, “Camile, what happened?”
Her roommate sighed with relief, “Thank goodness! You’re awake! I came home to check on you and you were delirious. I called the ambulance and you’ve been here since one o’clock this afternoon. You gave me such a scare.”
Camile pushed the call button to summon a nurse. She held Emily’s hand and poured her a cup of water. She eagerly drank it. Her throat hurt but it felt better for it after.
The nurse entered and smiled at seeing Emily awake, “Well, I’m glad to see you’re awake. How do you feel? Your vitals are looking better.”
Emily rubbed her eyes, “A bit out of it. Is it the flu that’s going around?”
The nurse had a serious expression, “It might be but it had some unique effects on you we don’t usually see in the seasonal flu. We will know more when the results of the lab tests come back.”
“OH!” said Emily, “When can I go home?”
The nurse responded as she pulled the privacy screen, “We would like to keep you at least overnight or until you're fully functional again.”
“Functional? What do you mean?” asked Emily.
Camile spoke up, “You gave me quite a scare. You had soiled your bed and I could not make sense of anything you said.”
“Soiled my bed? Like I wet myself?” Emily quizzed her roommate.
Camile swallowed, “Yes, and a lot worse.”
Emily thought back to the grumbling in her tummy earlier, “OH NO! I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up when I get home, I promise.”
Camile just smiled and patted her ill roommate’s hand, “Don’t worry. I threw it all in the washer before the ambulance came.”
The nurse finished checking her vitals and turned to Camile, “Would you please step out. I need to check her condition.”
Emily, not realizing what was about to happen, confidently said, “It’s OK. Camile can stay. She is like family.”
The nurse pulled the privacy curtain the rest of the way around Emily’s bed and drew back the sheet. Emily was stunned to discover she was wearing a blue plastic diaper. Camile’s eyes gave it away that she was shocked as well. Only the nurse didn’t flinch.
“Oh my gosh!” started Emily.
Camile finished what Emily started, “Why is she wearing a diaper?”
The nurse calmly continued with Emily’s diaper change, “When she arrived, she had no bladder control. We fitted a catheter first. Soon afterward her bowels voided and we removed the catheter and fitted her with absorbent undergarments.”
Emily had a frown on her face, “Well, I’m better now. I don’t need those anymore.”
The nurse shook her head, “I’m sorry, Honey, but you do for now. This diaper is soaked and messy. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be able to hold it enough to go home.”
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No feedback? Yeah, nay or go to hell? LOL
Does it hit too close to home with COVID-19 still on the loose?
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I think it has amazing potential. I had a similar idea awhile back but had no idea where to go with it.
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Chapter 2 - My Life is Ruined!
Emily came home from the hospital in diapers after three days. She couldn’t control her bladder or, worse, her bowels. If she’d been in a wheelchair it might have seemed like she’d had an accident and was paralyzed. As it was, she wet continuously and soiled herself at least once, sometimes twice a day.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have long to before she had plenty of company. All of her friends and half the nurses at the hospital she was treated at were infected with the poo flu in only a week of her being admitted.
Poor Camile, her roommate, caught it too! She wouldn’t have wished this illness on anyone, not even Becki Straus, the girl that stole her boyfriend last year at a graduation party. If the same thing happened to Camile as Emily, she’d be home in a few days but in diapers.
The curious thing people were now pointing out was that only women caught the poo flu. No men had been diagnosed as of now. Worse, they were calling Emily Patient 0, like it was her fault or something. She did not want to be famous as the first person to contract the total incontinence disease.
Emily was going through diapers at an alarming rate and needed to buy more and quickly. There was a McMurphy’s Pharmacy around the corner. She would walk over and buy a bag or two until she could order something off the Internet.
On the way there, Emily mentally made a list. The number one thing they don’t tell you about incontinence is that diapers are bulky. Number two is number two in diapers is icky. Also, diapers crinkle, rattle and rustle when you move.
Once inside the store, Emily looked around for the adult diapers. She was standing at the front of the store, scanning the placards over the aisle to get her bearings. She must have looked lost because a store employee approached and offered assistance.
“Can I help you find anything, Miss?” the older lady asked.
“Uh, I need...I’m looking for the diaper aisle,” said Emily softly.
“All the baby products are here in aisle 7,” the nice lady said as she gestured toward her right.
Emily blushed, “No, I’m not looking for baby diapers. I’m looking for adult diapers.”
“Oh, you mean fitted briefs and underwear,” said the lady, “We don’t call those products diapers. Some people consider that word derogatory when used for adult products. We don’t stigmatize that here. They are a necessary medical product.”
“OK,” said Emily, “Can you point me toward the fitted briefs?”
The lady smiled, “Of course, here in aisle 11.”
Emily made her way to the incontinence aisle and was bewildered by the various products and styles available. She knew that pads wouldn’t help with her problems. Nothing short of a full diaper or brief was going to keep her clothes clean.
The lady made her rounds and again offered to help Emily, “You look like you need help again. Do you know what the person you’re buying them for needs as far as style or absorbency? Are they a leaker or have bowel accidents?”
Emily swallowed the lump in her throat, “Well, I need… they’re for me. I have both leaking and messing accidents.”
The lady patted her hand, “Don’t be embarrassed. There’s a reason these products are available. More people than you might think have control problems. Now, let’s get you sorted.”
Emily walked with the nice woman to the end of incontinence aisle, “What do you recommend?”
“If it were bladder leakage, you could use pads or underwear but with bowel accidents, you are going to need a full brief with standing leak guards like the Contends fitted briefs,” she said, pointing to the yellow package.
“These are the best you have?” Emily asked.
“They are the best we stock in the store. The online store has a wider selection with greater absorbency. The things to look for are standing leak guards. That will contain bowel accidents in the center of the brief. You wouldn’t want any of that to spill out,” she said.
She examined the package and picked up another one, “This should get me through the next few weeks.”
They walked to the front and she paid for her diaper purchases. The saleslady had large plastic bags that each bag of diapers would fit in. It didn’t completely obscure her purchases but it helped to keep all but the most curious from seeing she was immediately carrying diapers.
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Very interesting. Will she be attacked for being Patient 0?
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I did like the plot, it's quite fast forward. It's okay if the main plot is about consequences, rather than the incubation. And right now we all know more than we would like to, how an epidemy works.
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On 5/9/2020 at 9:00 PM, igel said:
I did like the plot, it's quite fast forward. It's okay if the main plot is about consequences, rather than the incubation. And right now we all know more than we would like to, how an epidemy works.
This started out as a prologue to a larger story. Basically, the first chapter was the prologue and liked it so much I expanded it. Now it is going to be several slices of life, told from different people's points of view.
On 5/8/2020 at 7:17 PM, D503 said:
Very interesting. Will she be attacked for being Patient 0?
I don't foresee that. It isn't planned either. Emily's arc is not to any kind of long term conclusion.
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On 5/8/2020 at 7:17 PM, D503 said:
Very interesting. Will she be attacked for being Patient 0?
Well, realistically, nobody will really know that she is patient zero, right? I mean, other then the nurses and medical personnel and those can't talk. Her room mate knows, so she might leak it to the media (no pun intended) but I don't know about that.
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Anxiously awaiting more.
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Chapter 3 - It's Going Around
Emily had four days to get used to her new routine that included changing her diapers before she picked her roommate up at the hospital. Poor Camile! She probably caught it from Emily. Now she was also a wet and messy diaper wearer.
A male nurse rolled Camile out in a wheelchair. Her bag of diapers were in her lap. When Emily pulled up, she exited the wheelchair and opened the car door. Camile sat in the passenger seat and scrunched her face up.
“What’s wrong?” asked Emily, “Are you in any pain?”
“No, it’s not that,” she said with a sniffle, “I pooped myself when I got out of the chair and now I’m sitting in it. Gross!”
“I’m sorry, Camile, I know it’s hard. I wish I could tell you it gets better but you only learn to accept it and go on,” said Emily.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I was wetting myself but this crap thing is going to get really bad,” said Camile, “You are used to it already?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m used to it but I’ve found a coping scheme that is more agreeable to my life,” she said, “I take some diarrhea medicine before bed and a laxative with lunch. Miraculously, I go right after dinner or shortly after and then I don’t have any more poo accidents the next day.”
Camile laughed, “So you make yourself poo to get it over with? I can see that working.”
They both had a good laugh, the first since Emily had been sick. Maybe life could get back to some semblance of normal even if their choice in underwear required waterproof backing and an absorbent core.
When they arrived at the apartment, Emily helped Camile with her things. A small bag of her personal items and a big bag of adult diapers. The apartment was opened up and the sunlight was streaming in through the windows. Camile noted the many cans of air freshener and the plugged-in scented oil diffusers around the apartment.
“Excuse me while I take care of my rear,” said Camile.
“Everything is laid out in the bathroom,” said Emily, “Wipes, diapers and I have a diaper disposer that really locks in any smell.”
Camile returned a few minutes later and smiled, “Well, you certainly have the bathroom sorted. The changing mat and the wipes were a great idea. What else can you suggest?”
“OK, I got waterproof pads for our mattresses,” said Emily, “I’ve already leaked a few times but I’ve got a line on a solution for that too!”
“Good idea,” said Camile, “I’m sure I’ll leak sometime too.”
“I’ve found some much better diapers than what the stores sell,” Emily beamed, “They are a bit thicker but I had only planned on wearing them at night. They are called Bebes. I know they sound childish but they get great reviews. I should have some by tomorrow. I’ll let you try them out and we can compare notes.”
Camile sighed, “Is this our life? Getting excited about good diapers?”
Emily, the old pro of the two, responded, “Cheer up! I’ve been to the pub. You don’t have to queue up for the toilets.”
“HA! That’s because I’m wearing my toilet. Have you crapped yourself in public?” asked Camile.
“Not yet but I’ve not been back to work either,” she answered and asked, “I heard on the news a bunch of the nurses at the hospital were stricken. What did you see while you were there?”
Camile shook her head, “All the female nurses quit showing up. I think they all got sick. Even the female doctors stopped coming to work. There was a huge shortage before I left. Several of the nurses became patients on the same floor you and I were on. It is getting bad.”
Emily looked sad, “That’s terrible. The news didn’t identify me but it seemed like they were saying I was patient 0, the first woman to be diagnosed with it. They don’t know any more than they did when I first got sick.”
Camile patted her shoulder, “I don’t blame you. They will figure something out and we won’t be diapered forever. Have some hope!”
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Chapter 4 - The New Normal
California was locked down. Lessons learned from COVID-19 were put into practice but the quarantine didn’t stop the spread. The incubation time to first symptoms was too great and the infection has already reached epidemic on the west coast. Uninfected women go into hiding, hoping for a cure or vaccine before it reaches them.
Emily and Camile don’t know a single female friend that isn’t now incontinent. A few only lost bladder control but those were the lucky ones. Still much is not known about the disease other than it hasn’t hit any men yet. Why only a few women lost only bladder control and the majority like Emily and Camile lost all potty training renewed hope that a cure could be found.
Emily’s order of Bebes overnight diapers arrived from Bazillions. She showed them to Camile. The girls giggled at the childishness of the animal prints on the covers but there was no denying the thick padding and the leak guards would be most effective. They looked them over and agreed to try them out at bedtime.
Women were expected to stay quarantined until the disease could be deemed under control. That meant Emily and Camile could not work at their normal jobs. Women were issued unemployment checks without having to look for work.
Some, like Emily, had found online work as call center employees. Others, like Camile, were able to use her company’s VPN to work from home. Most days the girls didn’t bother to change out of their sleep clothes.
The first night they tried out the Bebes diapers, they went to their rooms to change into the thicker diaper. Emily took her dose of diarrhea meds and laid out the new diaper on her bed. She couldn’t believe how thick and wide it was once she taped it on. There was no doubt in her mind she had found the solution to her leaky nighttime problem.
Camile knocked on Emily’s door, “Emily, this diaper is huge!”
Emily opened her door, the two girls staring at each other in oversized children’s diapers, “I know but they were highly rated and I’m tired of waking up in wet sheets.”
“OK, see you in the morning,” said Camile.
The girls went to bed. Emily slept the entire night and awoke to a dry bed. Her diaper had swelled considerably but only in the crotch and a slight bit in the back. She decided to wear it until it felt wet or it was dirty.
She went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The eggs were almost ready and the bacon was done when Camile entered the kitchen yawning, looking for a coffee cup. Emily pushed one her way and poured herself a cup.
Emily asked, “How did you sleep? I woke up to a bed as dry as a bone.”
Camile patted her bottom through her PJs, “Not a problem. Same. I think I could go all day in this thing.”
Emily pushed a plate of eggs toward Camile, “I’m not going to change until I have a reason.”
Between bites, Camile added, “Sure, we might as well get the most out of them. Knowing how far they can go could be useful.”
The girls went to their laptops and started their day. Emily mostly forgot about her diaper when she was on the phone with customers and she liked the distraction. Camile had started another pot of coffee and topped up Emily's cup. Before she knew it Emily’s lunch break arrived.
“Camile,” Emily started, “What do you feel like? I’m thinking turkey sandwiches and a salad?”
Camile nodded, “Sure, no mustard on mine. I’ll help in a minute.”
The two girls were working in the kitchen and noticed they could no longer pass each other in the narrow space between the counters. Their bottoms were in the way. They laughed.
“Emily, your butt is huge!” chuckled Camile as she pointed.
“You should talk,” pointed out Emily, “Mine is so heavy but it feels so dry!”
Emily took her laxative with her meal. Camile did as well. She liked the predictability that Emily had worked out with the medications. Neither enjoyed the mess but planning it was better than being surprised by the stink.
Camile cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher while Emily went back to her phone line. She noticed Emily was waddling a bit as she walked. Camile found she was as well. These diapers had been on for over 12 hours and still weren’t near leaking. Amazing find by Emily, for sure!
Emily’s day ended and she logged out of the call queues to start supper. Camile worked on a project and wanted to finish the last few details before she called it a day. Emily set about making some pasta and preparing garlic bread.
Camile entered and found a bottle of wine, “Want a glass now?”
Emily smiled, “Sure. Today was a good day and these are good diapers!”
“I never thought I would wear diapers again and certainly not the same one for a whole day!” said Camile, “But other than the weight, they are incredibly absorbent.”
The girls had a nice dinner followed by more wine and a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert. When Emily bent over to put the dishes in the dishwasher, she heard a sound that meant her laxative was producing results. From experience, she knew there was no rush. It took at least 10 minutes to fully void.
“Camile, do you need the bathroom before I go clean up and shower?” she asked.
“No, I’ve not started yet. You go ahead,” her roommate answered.
Emily casually finished cleaning up the kitchen as her body continued to fill her diaper. She set it for a delayed start so she would have plenty of hot water in the shower. This new Bebes diaper really held a lot and the odor was not even noticeable to her. Usually, she had a very sensitive nose for that specific odor.
Emily walked toward Camile, “Do you smell anything?”
Camile tentatively gave a sniff then a deeper inhale, “No, haven’t you gone yet?”
“That’s the thing. I know I have and I thought maybe I’d gone nose-blind,” said the messy girl.
“Wow!” said Camile, “Nice diapers indeed. You better change anyway though.”
“On my way. I only wanted to be sure it was really that much better,” said Emily as she pulled another diaper and towel out of the closet before entering the bathroom.
She stripped off the nearly day old diaper to discover she had not nearly reached the absorbent capacity. The very back and the front wings were not even damp. She showered and felt much better. The diaper she put on after the shower seemed so light and inconsequential compared to the one she had worn nearly all day.
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I am really liking where you are going with this one. The normalcy of their situation is rather charming.
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Whee this is kind of cute 🙂
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Chapter 5 - Panic at the Pandemic
The outbreak of female incontinence only worsened. It had officially become a pandemic though no men had ever become incontinent from the disease. Emily saw the coming shortages and made sure she and Camile were well stocked in everything they would need. They had plenty of canned, dry and frozen foods along enough diapers to last for three months. If it lasted longer than that the world was in bad shape.
It didn’t help the stir-crazy factor. Emily and Camile were able to work remotely but in their off time, they had watched everything possible on the streaming services. Emily was really wishing she had a live-in boyfriend. The shower wand was a poor substitute. She didn’t know what Camile did for scratching her itch.
Women all over the world were wetting and messing themselves. Even New Zealand finally succumbed to the pandemic. When Emily looked outside you wouldn’t have thought the country was in lockdown with all the people on the streets. The only tip-off was the absence of any women, not even little girls playing in the park. Life was not fair.
There was that one week all the men took it seriously when the first guy to lose bladder and bowel control wound up in the hospital. He was quickly found to be a glory hound, looking to cash in on his status. The doctors quickly discovered his ruse and things went back to normal, at least for the men of the world.
Life remained on hold for women for nearly three months before the lockdown was loosened. Men had flaunted it for the last month at least. Finally, the girls that had been infected but recovered enough to handle their new incontinent status were allowed to return to work on an as-needed status. Camile was still working from home but Emily was called back to her clothing shop in the mall for two days a week. She had repurposed her backpack as a diaper bag with all of her changing needs.
As Emily was dressing for the day, Camile said, “You look nice. Your diaper doesn’t show at all.”
“Thanks, I’m a little self-conscious about it,” she said, “I know all the girls in the shop will be in the same boat but I’m more afraid of the guys being insensitive.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Camile.
Emily reminded her, “Just be sure to take your laxative at lunch. I’ll be home by dinner time.”
Camile smiled at Emily, still in her Bebes night diaper, “I’ll be fine. I set an alarm.”
“You’ve got a changing mat, spare diapers, wipes, and rash cream, right?” asked Camile, checking off things in her mind that would be needed away from home.
“Yes, all good!” said Emily, “Do you need anything while I’m out? How about I pick up a Geno’s pizza and a six-pack of beer for supper tonight?”
“I know I’ll pay for it later but that sounds great!” said Camile.
Emily started out for work and Camile was left to begin work for her day at home alone. She hoped her roommate had a successful first day back. She wanted to hear how it went.
Emily’s drive was uneventful and traffic was extremely light by SoCal standards. The mall parking lot was sparsely occupied. She had a short walk in and noticed the mall was devoid of any of the usual mall walkers this early in the morning. She walked into her store as the manager, Mario, was opening the security gate.
“Hi, Mario, how have you been?” she asked.
“Emily! I was so glad to hear you recovered!” said Mario as he hugged her.
“Well, recovered is subjective,” she started, “I still have lingering issues, you know, like all the other girls.”
Mario made a pouty face, “I know, dear, it must be hard.”
“You learn to cope. Now, are you so busy you really need help?” Emily asked.
Mario blew a sigh, “Darlin’ you have no idea. Every woman under 40 has been coming in, needing a new wardrobe. I haven’t sold a girl a pair of jeans, capris or slacks since we’ve reopened.”
“I can imagine,” said Emily, “I’m all skirts and dresses myself.”
Mario smiled at Emily, “And that’s why I need you here. You will know what these gals need. What works with, well, how to, you know, minimize...”
She tried to make a stern face but couldn’t contain her laughter at his dancing around the fact, “To minimize how much a diaper will show under their clothes? Say, like my diaper doesn’t show under my skirt?”
Mario was relieved, “Yes, exactly. I’m afraid it is going to take some getting used to for me.”
“Trust me! If I can get used to wearing a diaper, you can get used to talking about it with customers,” she said.
They were still chatting when a black-haired woman, maybe late twenties, with porcelain skin strolled in with a knee-length raincoat wrapped tightly around her. Mario nudged Emily and she went to the customer.
“Hello, welcome to Better Dressed. How may I help you?” Emily opened.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” said the lady, “I’ve been dreading this day for months. Ever since I got out of the hospital. I need new clothes. All I have are leggings, shorts and capris.”
Emily smiled, “We can help. Can you take the coat off so I can see what sizes might work for you?”
The woman looked at Mario and back at Emily, “Does he work here?”
Mario spoke up as he turned away, “I will be over here, restocking if you need me, Emily.”
The woman unwrapped her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. She was wearing a snug white striped top and black leggings. Her diaper was very thin but the outline was still visible to the discerning eye. Emily walked around her.
“OK, I see what you mean. Leggings aren’t really a match for the modern woman,” she said, “Us gals are going to be wearing more skirts and dresses this year, aren’t we?”
The woman nodded in agreement, “I don’t own a single skirt that will hide my, you know.”
“Of course,” agreed Emily.
The women exhaled, “Thank goodness, you understand.”
Emily pointed to a rack a few feet away, “How about a dark pleated skirt to go with that top? Knee-length for plenty of coverage and the pleats break up any lines.”
“Wonderful! Let me try on the black one and the red one in a size six,” requested the woman.
Emily pulled the skirts the customer asked for and directed her to the changing room. Mario winked at her. Before she left the customer bought three dresses and four skirts and left in one of the dresses. It was like that the whole morning and it flew by until Mario told Emily to take her lunch break.
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Your doing an awesome job with this story keep it up
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Chapter 6 - An Idea Who’s Time Has Come
Emily picked up her backpack and headed to the food court. She decided on Pongo Pongo. They did the best Asian stir fry she had ever eaten. She purchased a plate and started filling it from the buffet. She always ate too much but it felt good to splurge once in a while.
She ate her meal, took her laxative capsules and drank her soda before heading to the ladies’ room to change her well-used diaper. It was a little way from the food court but she needed to stretch her legs.
Upon entering, she noticed several changes. First, a brand new diaper dispenser had been installed on the wall. Half the toilets had been removed and those stalls converted to changing tables with exam paper rolls for a sanitary surface each time. Instead of toilet paper, those stalls had wet wipe dispensers and diaper disposal bins.
Emily pulled a diaper from the dispenser, found an empty stall and cleaned herself up with a fresh diaper. The free diapers were OK but it saved her some money and bulk in her backpack. She would see how that worked out and adjust accordingly.
Back at the shop, Mario took his lunch break while she minded the store. Customers trickled in, most with the same concerns Emily herself had dealt with when venturing out into the world after becoming incontinent: Can anyone tell I’m wearing a diaper and what hides it best?
Mario was right. Emily sold only dresses, skirts and accessories. Not a single item with separate legs sold the entire day. It used to be more than 75% of their sales but now it was dead weight, taking up valuable retail space. She had an idea and went to Mario.
“We have a problem,” she started, “Too much of our old inventory is devoted to jeans and slacks and none of us girls are going to be wearing any of it any time soon.”
Mario nodded in agreement, “I know. I’ve been stacking it into smaller and smaller spaces as we’ve brought in more accomodating garments. What is your plan?”
Emily smiled, “I know a lady that does alterations. I think we can take some of the older merchandise we’ve had since before the poo flu and use it. She can cut off the pants at the knee and use the excess material to make a new style of skirt. Jeans on the top, skirt below. Some of it was on clearance before I got sick.”
Mario lit up, “Darlin’ you have the best ideas! I’ll do you one better. Take anything you want in your size and have it altered. When you get it back, wear it in and we can see how it works. If customers like it, you are getting a big bonus on top of that.”
Emily was proud of her idea and selected a half dozen jeans and slacks to have made into new clothes. She even picked a few things she thought Camile might be interested in. Mario looked over her selection and suggested she take more if she liked.
She called her seamstress and asked, “Gwen, how are you?”
“Getting better or at least as good as I can,” answered Gwen, “How are you?”
Emily replied, “About the same. I’ve gone back to work. How about you? Have you opened your shop yet?”
Gwen answered, “Yes, but business is pretty slow.”
“Well, I think I’ve got a project you will enjoy,” started Emily, “Can I drop by after work and discuss it?”
“Absolutely! I’m so bored I might take up needlepoint!” laughed Gwen.
Emily called in her pizza order to Geno’s before she left for the evening. Mario closed up and they left for the evening. She ran by Gwen’s shop and showed her the ideas she had for the jeans and slacks. Gwen thought it was a great idea.
Gwen asked, “Might I suggest we see how some contrasting colors look? I have some extra material I could use. The lighter jeans and pants with a darker color at the split would even still look like pants.”
“Wonderful idea,” said Emily, “Let me know when you have them done and I’ll be by to pick them up.”
Gwen looked at the stack, “Give me two days and it should all be ready.”
Emily started home by way of Geno’s. The pizza was ready when she arrived and she picked up a six-pack of beer from the cooler. They rang her up and she was out the door. As she left she felt a grumble in her stomach. She was regretting her excessive lunch.
She felt a pressure in her gut then sudden relief. Just her luck, she’d had to drive home with a mess. Welcome to her world. At least she was home much quicker than before the outbreak. She wondered if the traffic would return to the pre-infection levels of gridlock she remembered?
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Chapter 7 - Adjustments Were Needed
Emily walked in with the pizza and beer. She sat it on the table and headed straight for the bathroom. Camile stuck her head out of her room with a puzzled look on her face.
“Start without me,” said Emily, “I’ve got to get cleaned up.”
Camile answered her, “No problem. I’ll set it up for us.”
Emily cleaned herself up and was about to use a regular diaper but thought she might as well use a Bebes night diaper now since she wasn’t going back out for the evening. She put it on and joined her roommate for pizza and some brews.
Camile looked at her friend with her night diaper on, “Planning on drinking a lot more than your half of this six-pack?”
Emily looked down, “Oh, no. I had a mess on the way home and figured these things last so long, it won’t hurt. As a matter of fact, I’m going to try a new routine. I’m going to take my laxative after dinner and my diarrhea meds first thing in the morning.”
Camile nodded, “Morning mess, day without stress? I like it. Let me know how it works. They say we might be going back to the office at the first of the month.”
Emily told Camile about her first day back in the store and her lunchtime binging at Pongo Pongo that ended with the too early in the evening. She was glad to be out of the house and working again. Answering the phone all day was not what she was cut out to do.
Camile finished her first beer and opened the next one. She offered Emily another and she accepted it. They clinked bottles and finished their pizza. Camile closed the box and rose to put the rest of the pizza in the fridge.
Emily could see she was still wearing the same Bebes all day. When Camile bent over to put the box on the lower shelf, both girls heard the noise that meant Camile was headed to the bathroom for a shower shortly.
“At least we finished our dinner,” said Camile as she finished her second beer.
“I appreciate it,” said Emily, tipping her beer bottle toward her stinky friend.
Camile put her bottle in the recycle bin and went to the bathroom. While she showered, Emily put the dishes in the dishwasher and finished her own beer. Thinking of her new routine, she also took another dose of her laxative capsules and hoped they worked before she needed to shower and head to work. If not, well, these things happen.
They read and played on our phones before bed and Emily only needed to brush her teeth and a few other things as her Bebes diaper was barely wet. Camile had changed into one after her shower as well. She finished a bottle of water and climbed into her bed for the night.
The next morning she was roused by her alarm going off. Her diaper felt warm and soggy but a Bebes isn’t easily used up. When she sat up she knew that the laxative had worked its magic sometime in the night. It was messy and she needed a shower. She started the coffee and headed to clean up for her second day back at work.
When she exited the shower, Camile had bacon and toast ready, eggs were in the skillet. The coffee smelled great and Emily had a cup with her first slice of buttered toast. She popped her diarrhea meds and another sip of coffee. Camile pushed scrambled eggs onto her plate.
Camile still wore her Bebes from the previous night and Emily said, “My laxative worked. Are you sticking with the old routine?”
Camile looked down at her soggy diaper, “I’m switching to today. If I go back to work, I don’t want to crap myself in the office.”
Emily admitted, “It was a little strange waking up dirty but it means I’m ready for a shower first thing and no problem all day long.”
Camile shrugged her shoulders, “Better to wake up to it than to have it happen while at work.”
Emily finished her breakfast and put her dishes away. She put on a floral sundress with a belt that rested just above her diapered waist. It covered the line of her waistband perfectly. She was the master of her wardrobe even if she wasn’t the master of her bodily functions.
Day number two at the store was better than the first day back. For one, the girls that came in were easier to help. Emily’s suggestions were more on and her sales were up. Mario stood back and let her do her job. She left on time and only had to change at lunch. She arrived at home without a mess.
Camile made grilled chicken breasts and steamed vegetables for supper. It was almost ready when Emily walked through the door. She was a bit wet but not enough to change before eating. Emily poured them a couple of glasses of white wine. They ate while it was still hot.
After dinner, Emily took her laxative. Camile held out her hand and Emily poured a few more capsules into her roommate’s hand. They clinked wine glasses and downed their poop pills for tomorrow, they changed dirty diapers.
Not long after dinner, Gwen, the seamstress called, “Emily, it’s Gwen. I had a burst of energy and finished early. You can come get the finished skirts tomorrow morning.”
“Gwen! That’s awesome!” said Emily, “Thanks so much!”
Emily explained to Camile her idea. Both were excited and Camile wanted to go with her to pick up the skirts.
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On 6/12/2020 at 1:38 PM, BoTox said:
She was the master of her wardrobe even if she wasn’t the master of her bodily functions
i really like that line. It sums up the whole 'conceal and deal' aspect of being incontinent and being required to wear (but not flaunt) diapers. Really well done, I am eager for more. Thank-you.
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Posted June 19
The final chapter of Patient 0
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Chapter 8 - Skirting the Issue
For the second day in a row, Emily woke up with a dirty bottom. It was better than the other options. She went to the bathroom and showered. When she left the bathroom, Camile had the pot of coffee started and was waiting for her turn in the bathroom.
Emily smiled at her roommate, “Your turn. Smells like it worked for you, too!”
Camile snickered, “It happens. I think I’ll take mine a little later after dinner. See how that works while I still have time at home.”
“Good plan,” said Emily, “If it works, great. If not, I’ll let you go first since you have further to travel when you return to work. I don’t mind.”
Camile laughed, “We’ll figure it out. It isn’t like we haven’t had accidents before.”
Emily made breakfast. When they were ready, they rode in Emily’s car to Gwen’s shop. Camile was introduced by Emily and they examined the things Gwen had done.
The first Gwen showed Emily was a pair of jeans cut off at the crotch with the legs sewn around the bottom to make it knee-length. It was cute. The next one was a pair of khaki slacks split down the leg seams, resewn down the middle and a wedge of fabric sewn into each side to make it a full-length skirt. She had also sewn one pair of slacks with the wedge of dark material inserted between the split legs so that at first glance it still looked like slacks.
“Wow, Gwen, you’ve really outdone yourself,” said Emily.
Camile held one in her hands, “I love this one.”
Gwen pointed behind her toward a curtain, “You can change in there if you want to try it on. I’d love to see it on you.”
Camile disappeared behind the curtain. Gwen showed Emily some more of the ones she’d made. It was amazing what she did with the old stock Mario couldn’t sell. Emily picked up one of the jeans skirts.
“I want to try this one on. I’m going to wear it to work and show off your talent. You will be busy for quite a while,’ said Emily.
Camile exited the changing room, “This is great!”
Gwen commented, “That looks so cute on you.”
Emily said, “Looks good. How does it feel?”
Camile ran her hands around her waist and down her legs, “It feels nice, snug but not tight. My diaper doesn’t make a sound with this over it. How does it look?”
Camile slowly turned in the mirror as the other women looked on. Both nodded it was Emily’s turn to try on a skirt.
Gwen was folding up the skirts when Emily walked out in the denim skirt and did a slow twirl. It was kneed length as planned and still had the button and zipper, making it easy to change.
Camile spoke first, “I’d wear that in a minute.”
Gwen smiled, “Lovely, just lovely.”
Emily said, “I’ll wear it home. If you will give me an invoice, I’ll drop a check by this evening or you can put it on my credit card.”
Gwen answered, “Invoice is fine. No fees with checks.”
Camile and Emily carried everything to Emily’s car and they thanked Gwen again. Emily couldn’t wait to get to the mall to show it off. Mario was going to love it, too! She dropped Camile off at the apartment and headed toward the mall with her hopes of salvaging old pants that would never sell after the infection.
She modeled the skirt she wore for Mario and he liked it. In fact, he emptied the shelves of the slacks and jeans. Gwen’s modified skirts were laid out on one table out front in a featured spot. They sold four of those skirts the first day. Mario was so overjoyed he gave her a check for twice what Gwen had invoiced and requested she do the rest of his pants inventory when she could.
Everyone made a lot of money off of the new fashions. Gwen couldn’t churn them out quick enough and they were the only ones that had anything like it for a few months before the cheap knock-offs started flooding the market. Thankfully, they were cheap and Gwen’s quality kept everyone busy.
Sure, diapers complicated a lot of things in life. However, with great adversity comes great opportunities to adapt and overcome. Women have been overcoming seemingly impossible odds in a male-dominated world since the dawn of time. They will survive this, too!
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