Alexa’s mom?

Alexa laid on the exam table, naked, bottom in the air as Bella cleaned it and the door opened. Alexa’s heart stopped as she looked to see who it was and saw her mom looking at her. “Oh hello,” Dr. Young said.

“Don’t mind me, I’m her mom. I just wanted to see how she was doing,” Alexa’s mom said.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Johnson. She’s doing well. We just gave her an enema so we can look at her stool make sure everything is good. These are my students, Bella Marshall and Thea Grey. They helped me with her exam,” Dr. Young said.

“Oh, please call me Victoria,” Alexa’s mom said.

“Alright, Victoria,” Dr. Young said. “Alexa here seems to be fairly healthy, but there is some concern as there was a wet spot in her underwear, but she didn’t seem to know herself. So we wanted to make sure that there wasn’t any constipation or anything.”

“I see,” Victoria said. “Well, when Alexa was younger she did have bathroom troubles.”

“How old?” Dr. Young asked.

“Well, she had daytime accidents until she was 9, and had continuous bedtime accidents until she was around 15,” Victoria said.

“What changed to make her stop?” Dr. Young asked.

“I’m not sure actually,” Victoria said. “She just one day stopped wetting the bed, I guess.”

Alexa’s face looked horrified as the women all looked at Alexa. “That’s rather unusual,” Dr. Young said. “Alexa, tell me, what miraculously cured you of your bedwetting habits?”

Alexa laid there embarrassed unsure of what to say. “May I, doctor?” Thea asked.

“Sure, what’s your theory?” Dr. Young asked.

“May I suggest that Alexa never stopped wetting the bed?” Thea said. “Based on her body language and the fact her underwear was wet, it seems to be more reasonable that she still wets the bed and lied about it because she felt embarrassed.”

“Is this true, Alexa?” Dr. Young asked.

Alexa gulped.

“I told you not to lie, Alexa,” Dr. Young said. “And you’re making us waste our resources by lying to us about what the problem actually is. I want you to answer me, Alexa. Do you still wet the bed?”

Alexa’s lip quivered as she laid naked in front of the three women and her mom. She reluctantly nodded. “It’s true. I still wet the bed,” Alexa cried, no longer able to lie or make excuses. “I have always wet the bed.”