As the test began, Rachel tried to count the seconds that passed as there were deliberitly nothing else to do in the room, not distractions allowed. She had a constant feeling of needing to pee due to nerveousness but kept telling herself ut was just nerves.
At around 20 minutes in, based on her own count she started feeling the pressure in her bladder and focusing on counting became harder, until she completly lost track, she looked at the examinator hoping to read his expression, but i gave nothing away.
Having lost track she stood up from her chair and walked over to the closets, admiring the panties on display and thougt, "my future, Rachel Amber, panty wearer." As time passed the pressure increased, Rachel started moving unitentionally, first slowly, then quickly chaning to a full on potty dance, she looked at the examinator hopefully, "Are we almost done?"
The examinator shrugged and looked down at his watch. No answer for Rachel and then i happened, her little dance stopped as the faint sizziling sound came from her pullup and the wetness indicator on the diaper turned from yellow to blue. and with that the examinator stopped his watch and walked over to check her diaper properly, soaking wet.
"58 minutes and 36 seconds, almost had it," he said and pointed to the changing table, "please lay down for a diaper change"
"It's not even 2 minutes, isin't that good enough?!" Rachel pleaded desperatly, not wanting to break the family traditon.
"Unfortunatly not, almost an hour is not an hour, now lay on the changing table," He said and Rachel with her head hung low submitted. The man then expertly took off her pull-up, wiped her, powdered her and put a diaper on her and said, "no need to feel bad, most women can't hold it."
He then handed her what looked like a certificate, though it was rather the opposite: "Rachel Amber has failed the panty-test and are to remain in diapers, no panties allowed," it said.
Sulking, Rachel walked out, much like the girl before her, her diaper showing everyone waiting in the lobby that she failed, the receptionist returned Rachel's skirt to her and Rachel walked out, diappointed.
Rachel then...
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