Lizzie - Chapter 15 (Part 2)

Unfortunately, that night, the dream world wasn’t a pleasant escape. Lizzie tossed and turned as she lost count of the embarrassing diaper reveals and public wettings.

Things were finally looking up when her dream shifted to the school dance. Nathan had asked her out, and she’d spent all day dressing up and perfecting her makeup. But as she stepped out onto the dance floor, she was met with giggles and pointed fingers.

Looking down, Lizzie realized in horror that her beautiful dress had been replaced by her Rosalina sleeper. Flashes blinded her as Morgan and the others wasted no time capturing the moment. Lizzie turned around just in time to see Nathan step through the door.

***

Lizzie jerked awake, relief flooding over her as she realized it was just a dream. As she caught her breath, she felt a sudden urge to pee. Bad.

She hopped up, racing to get to a toilet, but tripped over something in the dark, landing face flat on the carpet.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a bad fall, but as she sat up, she felt a moist feeling spreading between her legs.

She squeezed them together, willing herself to stop. But the floodgates had already opened. She tore at her diaper, but safe behind her sleeper, it did nothing to stop the flow that was escaping her.

When she was finally able to stop the stream, the warm liquid had already seeped all the way around the diaper, surrounding her in its mocking embrace.

She groaned, tugging in a futile attempt to remove the uncomfortable dampness that hugged her. Being unable to take off the wet diaper made it all the more humiliating. If she’d only woken up a bit earlier. Lizzie felt hot under the collar as she continued lying on the ground, only dragging herself up a few minutes later.

“Ivie?” Lizzie knocked gently on the door of the guest room before cracking it open.

“Liz? What are you doing up so early?”

“I need to change.”

“Oh, did you need a new diaper? It’s in the closet by the stairs, would you be able to grab it yourself?”

“No, I don’t need another diaper, I just need to take off my sleeper.” Lizzie could still feel the burning in her cheeks.

“Uhh, okay, then just do that?” Ivie asked sleepily, rolling back around.

“Ivie!” Lizzie said, raising her voice. She turned around, pointing to her back.

“Oh. I’m sorry, yeah, I forgot.” Ivie sat up. She got behind her and soon popped open the tab, pulling the zipper down. Lizzie prayed her friend wouldn’t notice she’d wet.

However, whether or not she did, Ivie remained silent, instead just lightly tapping her shoulder when she was done.

“Are you going back to sleep after?”

“No.”

“What are you going to do at seven though?”

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out,” Lizzie said. She scurried out, not liking how her babysitter was questioning her every move.

In the bathroom, she peeled away the icky contraption around her waist. The weight confirmed what she’d already assumed from the bulk: she’d peed a lot. Perhaps enough to leak had she been wearing just goodnites. That was now three nights in a row.

She sat in the shower, letting the water run down her face and pool underneath her as her worries and fears from the previous days came crashing back.

What if this was the new normal?

If she wet enough every night, she’d have to transition back into diapers. While she’d worn them for the Christmas trip, that had been nothing more than to satisfy her aunt’s overcaution. But it was beginning to feel like it hadn’t been such an outrageous ask after all.

Only when the water began to turn cold did Lizzie drag herself out of the shower. As she grabbed a towel, she accidentally knocked her shorts into the toilet.

She cursed, wrapping the towel around her in a makeshift skirt. Her day couldn’t have been off to a worse start.

As she wondered what she would do this early in the morning, she caught a whiff of something coming from downstairs. In the kitchen, Ivie was already at the stove, frying some bacon.

“Why are you up so early?” Lizzie asked.

“Well, you’re already up, so I can’t just let you roam around unattended.”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed, why couldn’t anyone trust her?

“I’m kidding silly. I just didn’t want you to be bored, come on, help me make some breakfast.” Ivie gave her a smile. “I heard from your dad that you’re quite the chef now. He said you made the best scrambled eggs he’s ever had.”

Lizzie couldn’t help but blush slightly at the compliment.

Making breakfast was fun. Ivie gave her a lot of freedom, allowing Lizzie to order her around as the two scurried about to make a delicious meal.

When they finally sat down, Lizzie couldn’t help but feel impressed. On her plate were portions of bacon and spinach, a slice of toast cut into small triangles, and a clean assortment of sliced tomatoes, mushrooms, and avocados. Alongside of course, was a healthy scoop of her special scrambled eggs. To top it all off, there was a second plate consisting of buttery pancakes surrounded with blueberries and strawberries with a drizzle of syrup on top.

She had meticulously plated the components, and the two snapped several pictures of their finished masterpiece, making sure to take selfies with their accomplishment as well. As they ate, Lizzie made a rare post of the meal, without their faces of course.

After the meal, Lizzie headed back to her room, wondering what she would do for the rest of the day. She idly flipped through her socials, jealous that her classmates all seemed to have plans for the weekend.

But Ivie soon showed up at her door, announcing that they were going shopping, and dragged her to the nearby mall.

Shopping with Ivie was much more fun than with her parents, since her friend actually understood her style. Even though Ivie herself dressed quite plainly — always mentioning that she didn’t care too much about fashion — she still patiently let her try on a bunch of clothes and provided feedback on the outfits.

Of course, Lizzie didn’t end up buying too much, after all, she only had so much allowance. But she managed to snag a cute top and a chic skirt.

Afterwards, they went to the supermarket. Normally, this was a boring experience, following her mom up and down the endless aisles. However, Ivie actually included her the meal planning, and let her pick out ingredients for some mini-pizzas.

Returning home, Lizzie was afraid the fun had come to an end, and was debating on which brainless show to binge until dinner. However, after putting away the groceries, Ivie pulled her back into the car.

They drove off, with Ivie refusing to tell her where they were headed.

When the karaoke place pulled into view, Lizzie squealed with joy.

While singing with her friends had been amazing, singing with Ivie was exceptional. The two worked in perfect sync, propelling each others’ voices to new heights. Their duets would’ve made Ms. Taylor proud.

Hype dance songs, sappy romance songs, emotional slow songs, the two sang them all. Lizzie sang with all of her heart, venting all of her emotions from the past few days into the mic.

They sang and sang, ordering food to their booth when they got tired, before singing even more. They only stopped when Lizzie’s voice couldn’t handle it anymore.

She could hardly keep her eyes open as they drove home, and she didn’t even argue when asked to get ready.

As soon as Ivie zipped her up, she collapsed onto her bed.

“Good night, Liz.”

“Thank you, Ivie.”

“For what?”

“You know.”

“I’m glad you had fun, now sleep and we can have more fun tomorrow.”

It was a welcome surprise to wake up dry the next morning. Lizzie was somewhat surprised to discover she was wearing the back-zip sleeper, hardly remembering changing into them the night prior. For some reason, it hadn’t bothered her as much this time around.

Downstairs, Ivie was already awake, a simple breakfast today of waffles and fruit in front of her. Lizzie still blushed as Ivie unzipped her, but her friend hardly batted an eye.

Happily discarding her sleeper, she quickly changed before returning downstairs.

Sunday was a quieter day, as both girls had homework to catch up on. They called Lizzie’s parents in the late afternoon. They showed a quick tour of their hotel but didn’t talk for long as they had a long day of business meetings.

For dinner, the two baked mini-pizzas. They had a lot of fun making a variety with their various toppings.

Fresh from the oven, the pizzas were absolutely delicious, and Lizzie wolfed them down until she was stuffed.

“Since you finished your homework and it’s still early, did you want to watch a movie?” Ivie asked after their dinner cleanup.

“Which movie?”

“Well, you mentioned you hadn’t seen Catch Me If You Can. It’s only on HBO Max but I might be able to borrow my friend’s account, so you in?”

“Yes! I’ll make the popcorn!” Lizzie headed for the cupboards.

“Not so quick, Liz. I can make the popcorn, I need you to get changed first.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, this movie runs for nearly two and a half hours. Now, that means it’ll run slightly into bedtime, but very much over your get-ready-for-bedtime. So you’ll need to get ready sooner or later, why not do it now rather than interrupting the movie midway? Besides, you’ll be more comfy in your PJs, right?”

“Fine…” Lizzie pouted, noting that her friend conveniently left out the fact that changing earlier meant she’d be stuck in her diaper for longer.

She hurried off to shower and change, reluctantly letting Ivie zip her into her Rosalina PJs. She continued to pout as she crept down the stairs, unable to unhear the faint crinkling.

The living room was already set up with blankets and popcorn. Once they snuggled under the blankets, Ivie flipped the movie on, and Lizzie soon forgot all about her sleeper and protection.

***

“And then we watched Catch Me If You Can.”

“Oh, is that the one where Leonardo DiCaprio keeps evading the police?”

“Yeah! He’s so cunning, always two steps ahead and fooling everyone around him.”

“Yeah, I loved that movie too! He got super rich from basically nothing. You should watch Inception next. It’s a confusing one, Marco and half of the others couldn’t wrap their heads around it, but I don’t think you’ll have a problem.”

“Sure, maybe we can watch it for our sleepover.”

“Down. Speaking of which, did you figure out a date yet?”

“I think my parents said this Friday might work as long as your parents are okay.”

“Yeah, they’ll be okay.” Madison waved like it was no big deal.

“My mom’s gonna need to call and confirm.”

“Your mom’s so serious, but I get it. I’ll give mine a heads up, we’ve got nothing to worry about!”

“Alright class, settle down.” Ms. Morrison called out. “Like I mentioned last week, today, you’ll be picking your partners and topics for the upcoming term project. You have until the end of the class to fill out this form with your ideas and partner. And make sure you choose well since this project is worth a third of your final grade.”

“You and me, right partner?” Madison asked with a smile.

“Oh,” Lizzie paused, realizing she hadn’t thought about the project at all. She glanced at Nathan who was sitting at the other end of the classroom. The two had partnered last year, and he’d gone above and beyond for their project. As a result, they’d gotten the highest mark in the class. Besides, the thought of getting to hang out more with Nathan was…

“If not…” Madison started.

“No… I mean yes of course we’re partners.” Lizzie stuttered out.

“Great, I’ll go grab the forms then.”

Even though Madison was a great friend, was she really the right choice for a school project? While she was sure her friend did fine in school, she didn’t exactly seem like the academic type.

But Lizzie had quickly decided their friendship was more important. Besides, she could just spend a few extra hours to cover whatever Madison couldn’t, and she knew her friend would be great in the final presentation.

“Hey.” Lizzie turned around to see Nathan standing behind her, slouching slightly. “Did you want to be partners again this year?” He glanced off to the side as a hand scratched the back of his head.

“Oh…” Lizzie frowned. “Sorry, I already promised Madison.”

“I see, nevermind then.” He scurried off.

“What was that about?” Madison asked upon returning.

“It was… nothing. Anyways, what did we want to do?”

***

After school, Lizzie poked her head in by Mr. Henning’s doorway. He was sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer.

“Ah, just who I was looking for. I hope you weren’t standing there long, Lizzie. Please come in and have a seat.”

“Is this about the club? Is anything wrong? Did something happen during the last event?”

“Oh no, no, please, you’re not in trouble. Nothing of the sort. I was just curious if you wanted to play a game.”

“A game?”

“A quick game of chess! We can do rapid, or blitz if you’re in a hurry.” Noticing Lizzie’s raised eyebrow, he continued, “I got a chance to play with Madison the other day, but noticed you didn’t get to play the entire hour. She’s pretty good, but she’s been singing your praises, so call me curious.”

“Oh, but I haven’t practiced or anything.”

“There’s no pressure, just treat it like a fun match. There’s nothing on the line.”

Lizzie hesitated for a while before finally agreeing. The two laid out the pieces, setting the time for ten minutes without increment.

Mr. Henning gave her white, and Lizzie thought for a bit before opening with e4, to which he immediately responded with c5, the Sicilian Defense.

Madison had told her about their game last week, stating that Mr. Henning was a careful and methodical player, never falling for any of her traps. They’d gotten into a closed position where she slowly got squeezed and lost the game.

Lizzie’s hand hovered over the pieces, trembling slightly as the seconds ticked away. The safest play would be to start slow, setup a strong defense and aim for a draw. Against her teacher, a draw would already be an impressive outcome.

No. A voice inside her called out. She had white, she would either win or die trying. She played d4. As her pawn was captured, she followed immediately with c3. The Smith-Morra gambit was on the board.

This was a risky opening, giving up a free pawn in exchange for control over the center and faster development. She would need to crush this game before Mr. Henning could build a defense.

“Hmmm.” Lizzie glanced up to see Mr. Henning adjusting his glasses, before resting his chin on his hands. Apparently, he hadn’t expected this line of play. “Alright, I accept your challenge,” he said, capturing the pawn.

Lizzie recaptured, taking a deep breath. Memories of studying this opening late at night flooding back into her mind as she blitzed out the next few moves.

Down a pawn, every move was critical. She had to keep applying the pressure, a single misplay and her tempo advantage would be lost. Her opponent would solidify their position and the game would be over.

She castled early, and began shifting her pieces to build up an attack in the center.

Her eyes darted around the board as she kept pressuring with her attack, eventually winning back the pawn. However, Mr. Henning was no slouch, and while he lost the pawn, he was able to regain footing, managing to castle away from danger.

The two continued maneuvering around the board. Lizzie glanced at the time. They each only had around fifty seconds remaining. She could feel her heart thumping as she continued to analyze various lines.

She recoordinated her pieces, attempting to attack while simultaneously addressing her opponent’s threats. They traded, and eventually they found themselves in an endgame. Each had a rook, knight, and two pawns. It seemed even, but the game was far from over.

The two continued to maneuver in circles, both seemingly afraid to overstep. Eventually, with seconds on the clock, the two traded everything, and agreed to a draw.

“Wow…” Mr. Henning wiped his forehead.

“Hm?”

“That was a bit more intense than I expected, I’m sure you already know this but you got some incredible skill. I can tell you’ve played a lot and had a great teacher.”

Lizzie felt her cheeks heating up. Not sure why she was getting so much praise, she hadn’t even won.

“Did you want to play another?”

“I…” Lizzie suddenly noticed a pressure on her bladder. “I have to go, but maybe next time?”

“Sure, but before you leave, I just want to say. That really was a great game. You showed attacking and tactical skills beyond your years. Your friend Madison as well. But more importantly, I can see the passion you two have for the game, so I would really love to sign you two up for some local tournaments.” He handed her a form. “They’re in a few weeks, what do you say?”

“I…” Lizzie hesitated, her thoughts jumping back to her only tournament experience.

“There’s no pressure, but I do highly encourage it. I know it would be a great experience, and there’s no harm even if you don’t do well. It would still be a chance to see how you stack up against some of the other players in a competitive setting. Promise me you’ll think about it?”

Lizzie nodded, muttering a thanks before scurrying off to find a bathroom. As she relieved herself, she let out a long sigh. After replaying their game in her head, she felt decently happy with her play. However, her sense of accomplishment was diminished by another thought:

Why hadn’t she realized during the game that she needed to go?

***

“You excited for tomorrow?” Ivie asked as she handed off the last plate for Lizzie to dry.

“What? And not be able to cuddle and watch movies or karaoke anymore? Are you that eager to get rid of me?”

“No, of course not. And we can always still get together and hang.”

“But you live so far away now.”

“Hey twenty minutes isn’t too bad. But I promise we’ll hang out, maybe even do a sleepover if you want, alright?”

“Alright…”

“Is something else on your mind?”

Lizzie sighed, how did she always know? “You remember Mr. Henning?”

“Isn’t he your chess club sponsor?”

“Yeah, he asked me to play in a tournament in a few weeks. He says I’m one of the most talented players he’s seen in years.”

“And…?”

“And I guess I’m worried about it. You know, because…”

“Ah.” Ivie sat down in the living room sofa, and waited for her to do the same before continuing, “Liz, I’m not going to pretend like I know what it’s like, but…” she paused, adjusting her glasses.

“Do you like dogs?”

“Yeah, of course! I love Bailey! I wanna get one but my mom keeps saying it’s too much responsibility.”

“Do you remember that you used to hate dogs though?”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, you used to be terrified of them. Actually, I might have the video still.” Ivie fiddled around on her phone, before showing it to her.

A video played of the family all at a large park. There was a cute little Yorkie running around with her cousins and family friends. But in the corner, Lizzie saw her preschooler self hugging the leg of her mom, her face seemed close to tears.

“What, that was me?”

“Yeah, you used to hide behind your parents just like that whenever a dog was around. I think you basically clung on to your mom’s leg that entire barbecue. From what your parents told me, it’s because a puppy jumped on you and licked your face when you were a toddler, and ever since you were terrified of them.”

“Wow, what happened after?”

“When you were in first grade, your parents really wanted to help you get over your fear of dogs. I remember they brought you over to my place to meet Bailey. We all spent what must’ve been an hour helping you build up confidence. But eventually, you mustered enough strength and reached out to pet her.”

“Oh, I remember! Bailey seemed so big and scary. I was so afraid, but after petting her I realized she was really super gentle.”

“And by the end of that day the two of you were inseparable. I think you cried when you had to leave.”

“So, you’re saying the tournament can be like that?”

“I think so. I know you had a bad experience before, but that shouldn’t haunt you forever. We all know you’re passionate about chess, so maybe you can try and muster up that courage and give it a go?”

Lizzie thought for a while, before replying, “You know what, you’re right. And I can get Madison to join too.”

“Wait, Madison, as in Windsor?”

“Yup! Didn’t I mention she’s running the club with me?”

“You mentioned a friend, I must’ve missed the name.”

“Well, we’ve sorta become pretty close recently.”

“Interesting…”

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” Ivie brought a hand to her chin.

“It’s clearly something, what’s up?”

“I just didn’t think you two would get along.”

“That’s what I thought at first too. But she’s not at all like that though. So we got roomed together for our choir trip…”

Lizzie went on to tell her about Madison. While Ivie still seemed a little skeptical, by the end, she told her she was happy for her.

They chatted into the night, until it was time to get ready for bed. Ivie handed her the now familiar white package, which Lizzie took without complaint.

When she was done showering, she realized Ivie had forgotten to give her her sleeper, and called out to her.

Ivie soon showed up. As Lizzie took the pajamas from her, she realized it wasn’t the Rosalina ones, but instead her red one with black cats.

“Now, I think you’ve demonstrated good enough behavior over the last few nights. I’ll let you wear some normal pajamas for our last night. Unless of course you prefer the other ones,” she said with a wink.

“No, I’m good! Thank you!” Lizzie quickly said while shutting the door. Practically yelping in glee as she changed. Never before had these PJs felt so good.

Of course, the bump around her crotch did dampen her spirits a bit. But she was still ecstatic to have earned back her friend’s trust.

The two hung out for a bit more, practicing some chess puzzles. Although it was mostly her teaching Ivie. Eventually, her bedtime rolled around, and Lizzie headed off to bed.

As she lay in bed, her thoughts drifted back to the chess tournament. While she agreed with what Ivie had said, she couldn’t help but remember the horrifying experience from before. The game today only casted further doubts in her mind. With a sigh, she decided to sleep on it, she would make the decision later.

***

Oh no.

Somehow, Lizzie knew something was wrong before she’d fully woken from her dream.

But she was wearing a diaper, how could…

No. The feeling was unmistakable. She rolled over. As the bottom of her shirt touched her back, an icy cold sensation sent a shiver up her spine.

Looking down, there was a round spot right underneath where her butt had been.

She had leaked.

Lizzie tore off her pants, tossing them aside as she examined her diaper. The right side had come loose, leaving it hanging sideways.

How… How did this happen? She had taped it tightly the night before. Right?

“Liz, breakfast is ready!” Ivie’s voice called out from downstairs.

“I’ll be down in a minute!” Lizzie called back.

Shit shit shit. She scrambled, tearing off her diaper and tossing it in the trash.

Tearing off her bedsheets, she analyzed her mattress. Thankfully, the spot wasn’t too large, she could clean this up herself. Some Bounty and cleaning solution would do the trick.

As she reached for the doorknob, Lizzie caught herself, rushing back to get some clothes. Before that, she tossed her soiled ones into the bin and quickly cleaned herself with some wipes. She tossed on the first clothes she could find, she’d have to skip the shower for now.

She ran to the washroom and back, and began working on the spot. But as she flipped over her blanket, she found a massive spot on it she hadn’t noticed earlier. They would need to go in the wash too. She gathered all the dirtied laundry together, hugging the mass of fabric in front of her as she raced toward the door.

“Oof!” Lizzie fell backwards as the door swung open, landing on her behind. A similar sound came from the other side of the door.

“Ow. I’m sorry Liz, are you…”

Lizzie looked up in time to see Ivie staring at the scene spread in front of her.

“What in the…” Lizzie followed her gaze. Her sheets, blanket, and clothes were scattered all around her. The bottle of cleaner laid toppled on her bed, a wad of tissues covering the spot. To top it all off, her trash had flipped over, leaving her dirtied diaper in plain sight on the carpet beside her.

“I can—”

“Don’t.” Ivie cut her off. Her lips pursed as she put a hand on her forehead. “Just… go downstairs and eat your breakfast. We’ll talk about this later.”

Lizzie opened her mouth again, to explain that she had it under control, but Ivie’s glare froze her in her tracks.

Dragging her feet, she muttered a quiet apology before making her way downstairs.

Again, she felt like a little girl in trouble, sent away so her guardian could fix the damage.

But Lizzie hadn’t done anything wrong this time. She’d worn her diaper as expected but it had somehow still leaked.

She was still picking at her eggs when Ivie eventually came back downstairs.

“I—”

“Sorry Liz, but we’ve got to go, you’re already late for school, and I’m super late.”

On the car, Lizzie tried once again to explain herself.

“I didn’t take off my diaper last night, I promise.”

“Liz, I want to believe you…”

“You saw the diaper in the trash right? That proves I was wearing it!”

“It only proves that you wet it. You could’ve wet them halfway through the night then took it off instead of asking for a new one. It’s hard to imagine you leaked that much with the diaper.”

“But I didn’t! When I woke up I found the tapes broken off on the right side, that must be why it got everywhere.”

“I see… That could explain it. I can’t tell for sure because you’d already taken them off by the time I saw it. The tapes weren’t broken, but if it was loose I guess it could’ve fallen off while you slept…” Her voice trailed off.

Lizzie glanced at her babysitter. Despite agreeing with her, Ivie didn’t seem all too convinced with the argument.

She knew how it looked. She had wet the one night Ivie hadn’t checked her diaper and made her wear the sleeper. Even she could see that it seemed too much to be a coincidence.

“What are you going to tell my parents?” The question came out as a whisper.

“I’ll tell them the facts. It’s not up to me to make the verdict. Of course, you should tell them your side of the story too.”

Lizzie looked down. A part of her had hoped that her friend would be willing to keep it a secret or at least help explain that it was just an accident, but she already knew Ivie was far too principled for that.

“I’m sorry.”

“It happens.” Ivie flashed her a faint smile, but Lizzie could tell her friend wasn’t happy. “Hurry now, you’re already late. We can chat more later.”

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Thank you all for reading. It was a long chapter, but what are your thoughts at the end of it? Did it feel rushed? Should I have split it properly into two (or perhaps even more chapters?) Or do you feel like a lot of stuff could've been trimmed down and condensed?

Either way, I hope you enjoyed and are looking forward to what's coming next :)