Posted by Calle on April 02, 2010 at 01:57 [99.189.79.26]
Hey guys (and girls). I haven't written a story in ages, but I got in the mood tonight. Enjoy! P.S.: It's a lil' long so u might wanna go potty before sitting down to read it :-P
Jenna’s Side
I hadn’t wet the bed in a three whole nights, so Daddy pulled me aside earlier this evening and told me he had a very special surprise for me. Instead of wearing big, puffy diapers to bed tonight, I could wear my big girl undies. It was chilly, so Daddy also made me wear my blue and white cotton footsie pj’s. Even though I was supposed to be a big girl, Daddy tied my hair into two pigtails so it wouldn’t get in my way while I slept. When it was almost time for bed, Daddy reminded me to use the potty like a big girl. I went into the bathroom but didn’t have to go potty so I just flushed the toilet. I was so sure I could be a big girl and not wet the bed!
Amazingly, I did wake up dry but it was all dark and scary and it was still the middle of the night! I had to go potty but I figured I could hold it – I was a little cocky because I was still dry – and so I cuddled up and tried to go back to sleep. Before long, I knew what a bad idea that was. All the juice that Daddy had let me drink before bed had gone through me and now I had to go potty BAD! Even though I wanted to be a big girl and be brave, I was too scared to walk down the long dark hallway without Daddy. I poked him and prodded him but he wouldn’t wake up. I got out of bed and went around to his side to try and get his attention, all the while trying to get up the courage to maybe make it to the potty on my own.
Daddy’s Side
I woke up out of a good dream when my baby girl started poking me. I suspected what might be wrong, but I was having trouble waking up. When I was finally able to open my eyes, the cutest sight greeted me. Standing next to my bed, in the glow of the nightlight, was my adorable Jenna, bouncing from foot to foot. I figured she had to go potty, and my suspicions were confirmed when she said in a nervous little voice: “Daddy, I gotta potty”. It was still taking me some time to come out of my groggy half-asleep state and while I was trying to focus, her situation was clearly becoming worse.
Jenna’s Side (Part 2)
Daddy was taking too long to wake up, and my bladder was hurting and making me wiggle. I wanted to look like a big girl but before long I had to press my hands into my crotch hard to hold it in. I was scared I was gonna wet my big girl undies and my nice clean jammies and I put my thumb in my mouth without thinking about it. I shook Daddy a little harder and tried to tell him to hurry, that it was an emergency, but with my thumb in my mouth it sounded like “Dwaddy, pwease, it’s a’mergency, gotta go potty!” Even though I knew I couldn’t wait much longer, and even though Daddy had shown me many times that no scary monsters hid in our hallways at night, I was still too frightened to venture out into the rest of the house. I jammed my hand against my pee-pee hole harder and danced in place, praying that Daddy would get up faster.
Daddy’s Side (Part 2)
As my brain started to get in sync with my body, I realized that this was definitely not another dream; my little Jenna needed to go potty very badly. I took in the cuteness with half-opened eyes: Jenna had a thumb in her mouth – despite swearing she was a big girl – and was frantically bouncing up and down. She was using her other hand to hold herself and doing the type of pee-pee dance that I’ve learned means one thing: Jenna better get to a potty fast or she’ll be a very wet little girl! I forced myself to sit up, despite the fact that I was still tired. After all, part of being a Daddy is being there when your little girl needs you, even when she thinks she’s a big girl.
Jenna’s Side (Part 3)
When Daddy finally sat up, my heart almost burst with joy. Because I was so happy, I forgot about holding it for just a second too long and leaked just a little pee into my undies. I panicked and squeezed my pee hole tighter and danced for all it was worth. Somehow, I managed to hang on. Now that Daddy was up, we could head for the potty. I realized my thumb was in my mouth and took it out and took Daddy’s hand. I was still holding myself with my other hand and bouncing up and down. It was getting harder and harder to hold it with each passing second! Daddy wanted to move fast to get me to the potty, but I was so close to losing it that I could only take little steps and couldn’t stop holding myself for fear I’d have an accident.
Daddy’s Side (Part 3)
I took Jenna’s hand so she’d know she was safe, and headed for the hallway. I was trying to walk fast so she could get to the potty sooner, but she seemed to have other ideas. Every few feet she would stop and dance in place. Part of me was hoping she’d make it so she’d be proud of herself. The other part of me wanted to stay there until she lost control so I would have an excuse to diaper her and make her my little girl again. It didn’t help that she looked so cute when she was desperately trying to avoid having an accident! We finally made it to the outside of the bathroom, but it wasn’t over yet.
Jenna's Side(Part 4)
Daddy slowed down to my pace and I was grateful. I was embarrassed to be acting like a little girl again, doing the pee-pee dance in my big-girl jammies, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right? It took a few of the most agonizing minutes of my life, but we made it to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I shouldn’t have waited to wake Daddy, I shouldn’t have pretended to go potty before bed, and I definitely shouldn’t have had so much apple juice! Daddy flicked on the bathroom light and the sight of relief so close was just too much. I let go of Daddy’s hand and held myself as hard as I could.
I couldn’t stop bouncing from foot to foot, doing the most humiliating pee-pee dance of my life. I couldn’t even walk forward to get to the potty, and I couldn’t stand still long enough for Daddy to unzip the back of my jammies. As I stood there, I felt another spurt leak into my panties and the warm wetness didn’t help. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I knew I was going to cry soon. I wanted to be a big girl so bad, but my little girl bladder just wouldn’t have it. With Daddy standing there watching, I finally lost control. Just five feet from the big girl potty, I felt another leak, and then another, and then I was wetting my pants just like a baby. No matter how hard I squeezed and danced, I couldn’t stop the flood. I could feel my face burning and I started crying.
Daddy’s Side (Part 4 - Epilogue)
Although we made it to the bathroom, Jenna definitely didn’t make it to the potty. In the final moments, when her bladder gave out, she started crying and whispering “Daddy, I’m having an accident!” Despite the result, I was very proud of her struggle and I felt a little guilty for taking so long to wake up. I could tell how ashamed she was, standing there crying and all wet. She had gone back to sucking her thumb once she realized the situation was hopeless. I couldn’t let my little girl suffer, so I cuddled her close and told her that I knew how hard she tried and that even big girls wet their pants sometimes. This cheered her up enough to give me a hint of a smile and meet my eyes for a moment. I got my very little big girl cleaned up and made her some warm milk. Even though she hadn’t technically wet the bed, she agreed to wear diapers for the rest of the night in case she woke up scared again. I think she may have learned her lesson about waiting to go potty, and I’m pretty sure I’ve learned my lesson about too much juice and too much time waking up, but only time will tell.
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