The day started out as any other since their whole ordeal. Bruce would come into her room at precisely the same time every morning to do the final inspection after her shower and apply cream and powder as he thought needed - lately she’d usually only get a powdering since he habitually changed her in the middle of the night now; then he’d check the bed for leakage (there usually was some) and finally leave so she could get ready.
That last part didn’t happen today.
With his normal serious expression he said, “Helena, we need to talk.”
“No good ever came from those words together, I think.”, she replied while adjusting the nightgown that’d become rumpled.
“It depends on who you ask in this case.”
He waited for her to sit besides him and then looked straight into her eyes, and in that moment she knew it had to do with her nightly problems and that she wasn’t going to like it.
“You wet too much to keep wearing pull-ups; they only come so thick. I’ve ordered a few diapers I want you to try, and once we find the right fit for you I’ll order more.”
Her blood froze for an instant there. Pull-ups were one thing, they weren’t too noticeable and you could put them on as you would normal underwear, but diapers were another story altogether - they would crinkle something dreadful for sure and she couldn’t even begin to imagine how she’d look in them; definitely not like an adult. How dare he make such a choice in her place!
Seemingly reading her like a book he immediately explained, “It is my bedsheets, covers, towels and mattresses we’re talking about her. I have the money to replace them every day of your stay here but that wouldn’t be the smartest of choices.”
“You hadn’t said anything like this before.”, it made sense, but still...
Raising a single eyebrow as he directed an unimpressed look her way he replied.
“We did try midnight changing you know? I’ve had to change you twice some times when I’ve enough energy to check on you twice before morning. The pull-ups aren’t cutting it anymore; for me and for you.”
Argue as she might’ve wanted (and did) it was the truth. Which is how she found herself with legs spread like a frog, sitting on top of one of the stupid diapers while Bruce spread powder and cream in her (now aptly named) diaper area and she felt all the humiliation that had waned away come roaring back.
Once he was satisfied with the results up went her ankles, held by one of his large hands, to adjust the placement of her new underwear before he closed the tabs securely and ran a finger around the leg guards to make sure they had the best chance of containing the accident.
“Why am I letting you do this again?”, she grumbled.
“Because I need the practice. You don’t really wake up anymore when I change you at night.”, was the immediate answer since they’d had that discussion at least 3 times already, “Now go to sleep and we’ll talk more in the morning.”
He left the room.
Crinkle. She sat up.
Crinkle. Crinkle. She moved inside room getting ready to sleep.
Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle. Was the noise she heard even after settling under her covers.
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