You put it in your bottom drawer and pull another one on, watching yourself in the mirror. You think and realize you look like the little kids in the pull-ups commercials who pull their pull-ups on. You stand looking in the mirror and your pink and white, girly pull-up.
You pull on some jeans and a hoody and watch some TV in your room.
"Did you stay dry last night honey?" Your mother says leaning into your room.
"Yes I'm fine, I don't need these" you complain.
That night your mom gives you some money to go into town and get yourself some dinner.
The pullup never stops feeling weird against your body and you bike down to a local Chinese place you love called Asian Dragon.
It's a hole-in-the-wall place next to a Walmart.
You get spicy general chicken and enjoy the food,finishing off your plate quickly. You feel your belly gurgle a bit as you wait to pay so you decide to get some pepto-beismol at the Walmart.
As you grab the Pepto you feel a #2 coming on suddenly. It hits you, you have Diarrhea. You try to clench your cheeks but it wins and you feel a wet stinky mess wash over your bottom. You check and see the pullup is barely holding it in.
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