Halloween Party

Prologue

I always thought my 5th-grade experience was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

I was a bed-wetter until the beginning of 6th grade. It was nothing much. I was just slow to learn. Even my parents were understanding and caring bout my bedwetting. It wasn't a major problem other than not being able to go to sleepovers.

The major issue was traveling. Before 5th grade, I have never traveled in a plane, nevertheless an international flight over 12 hours. When we would drive across the state, my parents made me wear pull-ups before sleeping when the trips took longer than a day. I didn't mind this at all. In the car, it was just our family. Every few trips I'd have accidents and I'd be glad wearing the pull-ups instead of wetting the entire car. It was a little embarrassing at first, but I got used to it as we traveled.

But in my 5th-grade summer, instead of traveling within the United States, my parents wanted to travel to Australia. They called it a change. They both agreed that it would help me to experience countries outside of the United States. It definitely wasn't their travel plans to visit all the places that were boring. The issue was the 15-hour flight. We were going to board the plane at 7 pm, and then sleep on the plane until we arrive.

My parents me to wear diapers instead of pull-ups, as they said I wouldn't be able to get changed as the plane doesn't have the space for it. I protested my best that I'll be fine, as even on our road trips I barely used the pull-ups I wore, and even if I did the pull-ups managed to contain all my pee. I didn't want to wear these in the open public. They weren't convinced. They ended up forcing the diapers on me by telling me the possible scenarios and if it happened I would be wearing diapers for the rest of my travels. So I complied.

I wore the diapers that my parents handed me. They were much thicker than the usual pull-ups and I was worried whether they would show to the other passengers but it seemed like no one cared about me.

We walked to our seats. I had the window seat while my parents sat next to me. It was a new experience. I saw the city get smaller as we got into our flight.

I remember staying up quite late on the plane as I kept playing games and watching movies. I was excited. My parents were both asleep, as I could ask for as many sodas on the plane. When I woke up, it was when the plane landed. And to my despair, my diaper was filled. It has expanded and it became much more visible through my pants. As I walked out of the plane, it was shameful. My parents took me to a family bathroom stall to let me change out of the diaper into normal underwear.

In the bathroom, they rubbed it in my face that the diaper was so full that the pull-ups would not have held it. Not only I had to show everyone that I wet my diaper, but I was also reminded by my parents that they were right.

After this trip, my bedwetting gradually improved, and in 6th grade, I managed to stop wetting the bed.

I thought that the diaper was the last time I'd wet a diaper or even a pull-up.

Oh my, I was so wrong.