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The Weekend Visit, Part 29
🕑 Added 2023-12-14 21:36:09 +0000 UTCKate had told me about this earlier while helping me out of the booster seat. If I wanted to keep my accidents from our cousins and my diapers from everyone else, I was to ask the twins about the camp they had mentioned a while ago. According to her, it was also an additional punishment for not immediately telling her that I needed a diaper change at the mall.
I was still in denial that it was actually going to happen, of course. Regardless of how Lilah had procured a registration form and suggested she could get me in, or Kate’s suggestion that our parents would be fine with it, there was no way. It wouldn’t make any sense. What nineteen year old girl goes to camp, save for if she’s working there? Aunt Miranda knew my real age, as did my parents. Kate’s humiliating games wouldn’t hold up when literal adults were involved in the decision making process.
Of course, that didn’t change the fact that Kate had an absurd amount of leverage on me at the moment. So after shooting her a glance, I hesitantly nodded. “Umm, yeah. Camp sounds, like, so fun!” It was such a lie. I was the type of girl who preferred AC and comfortable furniture. Spending time in a cabin didn’t even remotely sound like something I would enjoy, nor did the outdoor activities I assumed would come with the kind of camp our cousins were counselors at.
“Okay!” Lilah exclaimed, “I can probably fill out most of this for you.”
“And I can go make a few calls,” Luna added, “I don’t think anyone will be at the office over the weekend, but I’m sure someone can check out the bunk assignments remotely.”
Just like that, the girls were dividing and conquering. Luna darted out of the room so she wouldn’t be distracting us with the one-sided call, and Lilah plopped down at the desk to start working on the registration form. She talked out loud while she was doing so, telling us what minor inaccuracies she was writing on purpose. My home address would be our cousins’ house, as it didn’t make as much sense for an out of state girl to be attending this particular camp. She and Kate decided that it made more sense for my sister to be my emergency contact, considering how Luna and Lilah would be there with me, as well as the fact that my aunt and uncle were physically closer. There was no need to bother my actual parents with any minor emergencies, especially when Kate was attached to her phone enough that she’d be more likely to pick up anyway.
Kate effortlessly supplied a false year for my birthday when Lilah asked, and pretty much answered every other question for me as if I wasn’t capable of doing so myself. No allergies. No medications. Embarrassing as it was for Kate to take the lead, it wasn’t until the last portion of the form that I ended up blushing.
“We’ll have to make a note of Annie’s diapers,” Lilah said, “Just to have it on file, and so the camp nurse has the necessary supplies.”
“That’s okay,” Kate replied, “She just really doesn’t want our parents to know. You don’t mind if we tell a couple of responsible adults at a distant camp, do you?”
Before I could come up with a response to that, Lilah chimed back in. “She’ll be fine! Annie definitely isn’t the first bedwetter we’ve had at camp. We have a whole system for that, and it’s super discreet. All the counselors and other relevant employees will know, but none of your fellow campers will ever find out.”
What a relief. All the people closer to my real age would be under the impression that I needed diapers. And would also believe that I was a tween girl. Based on the instances Kate had shown me my youthful reflection, I had no doubt in my mind that they wouldn’t question the information on the form Lilah was filling out. At the moment, however, I was still committing to the fact that I would never actually step foot onto the campgrounds. Not when my parents were due to pick us up in less than 48 hours.
Speaking of diapers, and needing the bathroom . . . “Umm, Kate?” I turned towards my sister. By this time, I had learned my lesson. As embarrassing as it was to ask my younger sister permission to use the restroom, the alternative was so much worse. Since my nap had immediately followed the hot chocolate I downed on the way back to the house, I hadn’t yet had an opportunity to use the bathroom since we left the mall. It was just now starting to hit me, and I wasn’t about to wait until the need was more pressing.
“Yes, Annie?” Kate asked. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure to buy you enough diapers for the whole week.”
“Mm hmm,” Lilah nodded, “And you can keep them at the infirmary so no one sees them in your duffel bag.”
“No, umm,” I blushed, hating that there wasn’t really a way to avoid saying it in front of Lilah as well, “I need to, like, use the bathroom.”
“Oh! Why didn’t you just say so?” Taking my hand with an amused chuckle, Kate started walking me towards the hallway, “Meet back in here?” she asked Lilah. After our cousin confirmed we’d be staying upstairs until Luna was back, I was led out of the room and to the guest bathroom to use it properly for what I realized would be the first time since we arrived. After closing the door behind us, Kate instructed me like usual, “Lie down and spread your legs, Annie.”
No matter how many times she said that phrase, I would never get used to it. Despite how normal and nonchalant Kate managed to sound despite the suggestive nature of the words, it didn’t change the fact that she was my sister. Not even diapers were enough to change the fact that splaying myself for her without even attempting to cover up was awkward, wrong, and beyond inappropriate.
But also, I knew better than to hesitate. And lying on the cool tile in clean padding was so much better than the last few changing experiences at our cousins’ house. I would normally be more concerned about my outfit pressing against the bathroom floor, except nothing I had on was actually mine.
“Where’s your smile, little sis?” Kate asked as she knelt down in front of me.
“Like, sorry,” I mumbled. Pursing my lips in the usual reluctant smile, I didn’t bother mentioning that her expectations were completely unrealistic. No matter how much of a conscious effort I made to portray myself as the bubbly younger sister she was making me act like, it wasn’t as if I could plaster a smile on my face every waking minute. Especially not when thinking about how I was about to expose my most private area to Kate for the umpteenth time.
Nodding in approval, she lifted my skirt and undid the diaper pins far more deftly than I had been able to the one time I had made the attempt myself. Granted, she wasn’t stressed or in a rush like I had been the previous night. “Look at that; they’re dry. First time for everything.” Standing back up, Kate gestured to the toilet. “Okay, Annie. I guess this officially starts your potty training.”
Comments
AndiJF
So they're giving Kate's phone-number as emergency contact for the camp? I wonder if Kate can mimic an older woman's voice well enough to pass for Annie's mother... I love this - you can feel the trap closing around Annie.
Joshua Quinn
Nice. Wonder what Annie's fake age is on the form
