She wets herself.

Emily sat up, the sound of her diaper rustling like gunfire in the silence. She looked over. Becky was still out-cold, her pacifier dangling from the edge of her lips as she snored quietly with her mouth open. Making sure no one was there to see her, Emily ran both hands through her hair, took a deep breath through her nose, and willed herself to relax.

Peeing yourself was harder than it sounded on paper. She had a lifetime of potty training that told her it wasn't allowed, and now she had to do it on purpose. The hardest part was starting, but with a few drops came a deluge.

The sound of pee rushing out of her was deafening. Her loins felt hot from the contrast.

As advertised, the diaper was able to hold all of it in. In fact, there was no visible change in its appearance until she had fully emptied her bladder, a small spot of purple forming in the Barbie pink.

She spent only a moment to analyze her shame before grabbing the blanket on her legs and tugging it up, covering her breasts and diaper. She found her pacifier, gave it a glance and put it back in her mouth, hoping that getting more into character might help smother the shame she was feeling.

And it worked. A little.