Yesterday's Underwear

It's not the best option, but it's better than risking someone finding out her bedwetting secret. Throwing off her soaked diaper (and making a mental note to clean it up off the tiled bathroom floor later), Ashley runs a quick washcloth through her sink, then over her crotch, legs, and abdomen. She then hastily grabs the underwear at the top of her hamper. Holding them in her hands momentarily, Ashley sighs as she pulls on the pair: high-waisted granny panties with a purple and pink swirling base and My Little Ponies galloping across every inch. They were her weekend lounge undies, initially a gag gift, but reminiscent of her childhood. Nobody would see them anyway, right? The feeling of wearing day-old underwear, however, does not make Ashley relax as she had while wearing the same pair under her sweats both Saturday and Sunday. Pulling on pantyhose, in an attempt to make the outfit feel more professional, followed by her blouse, blazer, skirt, and flats, Ashley messes with her hair enough to make it look presentable, grabs her purse, and rushes out the door.