no, you wait patiently

You decide against searching for a bathroom. You were sure you could find one somewhere in the house, but you weren't too sure how Denise would react once she found out that you had left the room to pee. She was after all the woman who, only about a half hour ago, cooed you into wetting yourself in the seat of her car.

Eventually you made your way toward the room's window. Looking out, you saw little evidence of other human life. Searching harder still you did manage to see parts of a white house off in the distance, mostly obscured by thick foliage and large trees. You took a moment to reflect, think back about what Denise had told you in the car ride over. This weekend was for you to relax, to enjoy yourself without worry or responsibility. The thought of having the weekend to yourself with her looking after you brought a warm smile to your face as you looked out at the yard below.

Sighing happily, you let a stream of pee fall and soak into your underwear. Luckily, you didn't release enough to have pee dripping down your legs, but even if you had, you were sure Denise wouldn't mind. In fact, she almost seemed to welcome it, encouraging you to wet yourself. It was strange sure, but she had insisted you relax and not worry yourself.

Soon enough your quite contemplation is interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Denise says as she steps into the room. You notice her changed attire, her maroon sleeveless turtle neck holds her breasts tightly and her jeans contort about her legs in an exciting way.

"Oh, no, nothing at all," you respond, turning to face her wearing nothing but your blue shirt and clearly wet underwear. "I've just been waiting for you," you add with a gentle smile.

"Great! I hope you haven't wet yourself too much more since I've been gone," She giggles playfully as she sits down on the edge of the bed, laying out a white towel next to her. "Why don't you sit down, right her next to me so we can talk?" She asked indicating for you to sit on the towel.

You silently nod your head, unsure of what she has in store.

"So, I was thinking," she begins as you sit down next to her. "I guess there's a few options for you given what's happened today and the, well, current state of your underwear and the rest of your clothes," she commented with a smile looking down at your soaked underwear. "I'll just go over the options and you can just tell me if any of them sound good to you, okay?" She asked in a maternal tone, comforting and soothing.

"Okay," you replied with a nod of your head.

"Great," she said with a wide smile as she looked in your eyes. "The way I see it that we can't really have you wearing those soaked underwear around the house and that's not to say there isn't anything wrong with you soaking your underwear if that's what you want to do," she said giggling teasingly. "I just think for now you'd probably feel more comfortable if we get you out of those and into something else, considering how long you've been wearing them. So I have a few options for you. I don't keep any male underwear with me, of course, but I had bought some panties I had intended to give to a friend but since you two have rather similar builds, I'm sure they'd fit you just fine if that's something you'd want to wear."

She paused for a moment, looking at your face trying to gage your reaction. "That's the first option. The second option would be for you to wear something a little more, protective."

"Protective?" You ask her in a questioning manner.

"Well, have you ever thought about wearing diapers?" She asks hesitantly, seemingly not wanting to startle or scare you away.

"No, not really," You reply with a subtle laugh, not sure if she's actually being serious.

"Well, think of it this way, you won't have to worry about making it to the potty, you could just let yourself go whenever you feel the urge. You may even like it after a while. It will feel so nice and soft against your cute little bum too, I just know it will. But of course the choice is yours. Or I could run out and get you some underwear and clean clothing. I'll wash your old clothes before you leave but I don't think you want to be wearing any of that right now do you?" She looked at you, making the choice that you wouldn't be wearing the shorts or underwear you came into her home wearing anytime before you left.

The assertion made you pause, unsure of what to say. "No, I don't think so, so that's not really an option right now," she said before you could think of anything to say. "So those are really your two choices right now, either panties or a diaper. Given everything that's happened this morning, I don't really want to drive back into the city so soon so we might have to wait until tomorrow to get you clothing your more used to, I hope that's okay," she asked you, sounding a bit worried that it wouldn't.

"Yeah, I uh guess that's fine, I understand." You tell her.

"Great and don't worry, I'll get up and go first thing after breakfast to get whatever clothing you'll need. But that still leaves us the matter of what underwear you'll be wearing for the moment. Though I will warn you, if you do wet the panties I give you, I might just have to diaper you anyway," she adds, once again in a teasing manner. "With diapers, wetting won't be an issue at all, I'll just change you when you need it. And even if you don't want diapers now, they'll always be here for you if you decide you want or need them later. So, what do you want?"