On the drive home Hannah wets herself for the first time

As the car moved along the quiet roads, Brian glanced in the rearview mirror at Lucy, her stuffed monkey still tucked tightly under her arm. His tone was gentle but matter-of-fact as he broke the silence. “Lucy, I wanted to mention something. We’ve got some pull-ups at home that I picked up just in case Hannah had been classified like you. They should fit you for now, but we can get more if they’re not comfortable.”

Lucy stiffened, her grip tightening on the monkey as she frowned. “Pull-ups? Why do I even need to wear those? I don’t… I don’t have accidents or anything,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration and embarrassment.

Brian gave her a calm look in the rearview mirror, his expression soft but firm. “I understand how you feel, Lucy, but this is part of your legal regression. Being classified as a little at the preschool level means you’re required to wear pull-ups, whether or not you need them. It’s not about you doing anything wrong; it’s just how the system works.”

Lucy slouched in her seat, her cheeks burning with indignation. “So, I have to wear them all the time? Even if I don’t use them?”

Brian nodded gently. “Yes, but let me be clear—you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to. Unlike Hannah, who isn’t allowed to sit on the potty at all, you still have that choice. The pull-ups are just a part of your classification, and once you get used to them, I think they’ll feel less like a big deal.”

Lucy let out a sigh, clearly struggling to accept the new rule. “I guess I don’t really have a choice,” she muttered, her gaze dropping to the stuffed monkey in her lap.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the back seat, Hannah was lost in her own world. The thick nappy snug around her waist felt strange but comforting. As Brian’s earlier words echoed in her mind—*“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart—it’s all part of being Daddy’s little girl”—*a curious thought bubbled up. She wondered what it would feel like to use her nappy, truly embracing the littleness she’d craved for so long.

Hannah glanced at Lucy, who was busy talking to Brian, then down at the soft, crinkly bulk between her legs. She bit her lip nervously, her cheeks flushing as she toyed with the idea. Finally, she took a deep breath and let herself relax.

A warmth spread through her nappy, followed by a gentle, squishy sensation that made her gasp softly. It wasn’t at all unpleasant—if anything, it felt oddly comforting. To her surprise, the nappy’s design kept her feeling relatively dry despite the new squishiness. She gave an experimental wiggle, giggling shyly as she patted the front of her now-wet nappy.

Brian glanced back, noticing her giggles. “Everything okay back there, Little One?” he asked with a knowing smile.

Hannah’s cheeks turned bright pink, but her excitement overpowered her shyness. “Daddy!” she announced proudly, her voice full of giddy energy. “I went pee-pee in my nappy!”

Lucy’s eyes widened, her face turning beet red as she stared at her friend in disbelief. “H-Hannah!” she stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Brian, however, remained calm and encouraging. “Good girl, sweetheart,” he said warmly. “That’s exactly what your nappies are for. Daddy’s so proud of you for embracing your little side.”

Hannah beamed at the praise, wiggling again to savor the new, squishy sensation. “It feels so warm and squishy, Daddy! I like it,” she giggled.

Lucy shifted uncomfortably, her blush deepening as she looked away. “I… I didn’t expect you to, um, be so okay with… all that,” she muttered.

Hannah grinned, reaching out to lightly poke Lucy’s arm. “It’s not so bad, Lucy! Maybe you’ll see one day.”

Lucy gave a nervous laugh, still unsure how to process everything. Brian, sensing her discomfort, gave her a reassuring glance in the mirror. “Don’t worry, Lucy. Everyone adjusts in their own way and time. There’s no rush for you to figure it all out.”

As the car rolled into their driveway, Hannah was still giggling happily, patting her nappy and basking in the new sensation. Lucy, meanwhile, clutched her monkey tighter.