You feel weird, trying to wet yourself in a room full of people but persevere. As you follow your mother up to the counter to check in you focus on trying to pee. Eventually you convince your bladder that you need to go and pee begins to trickle into the crotch of your diaper. The flow increases until you are peeing properly. You feel the padding between your legs expand and the dampness spread up the front and back of your diaper.
"Are you okay?" your mother asks and you realise that you've stopped on the stop as you wet yourself.
"Um yeah." you say blushing and looking around to make sure nobody else might have guessed what you were doing. You wonder how you're going to tell her that you need your diaper changed without people nearby hearing.
By the time Stephanie returns, Rebecca has started fidgeting uncomfortably on the spot. She is obviously still refusing to use her diaper. You wonder how long she'll last.
You finally make it to the front of the queue and check in.
"Okay." your mother says a little too loud for your comfort. "Do either of you need your diaper changed before we get on the space plane."
You nod.
"I thought so." your mother says. "And what about you Rebecca? Have you used your diaper yet."
Rebecca's response is only a glare.
"I'll change Daniel." Stephanie offers her mother. "You probably want to keep an eye on Rebecca to make sure she doesn't sneak off to the toilets."
"Thanks Stephanie." your mother hands her bag to your older sister.
Stephanie leads you across the crowded terminal to the toilets. You instinctively head to the male side but she stops you. "I can't go in there." she reminds you. "We'll have to use the baby change room."
She leads you into the door between the male and female toilets.
Taking one look at the changing tables she says "Well there's no way you'll fit on those." She looks around for a better option before she decides. "I guess we'll need to do this standing up." She unfastens your belt and your jeans and pulls them down, leaving your diaper completely exposed.
You look nervously at the door as you step out of your pants. There's no way to lock it and someone could walk in at any moment.
Stephanie neatly folds your jeans and places them on the nearest changing table then she untapes your soggy diaper and throws it in a nearby bin. You move your hand to cover your privates as she unzips the bag and retrieves some baby wipes.
"I'm afraid you don't get to be shy any more." she says, gently moving your hands out of the way before wiping you clean. "If it makes you feel any better this is weird for me too."
Satisfied that you're clean, she takes out a clean diaper and unfolds it. She positions the front against your groin and says. "Hold that for a moment." She passes the back of the diaper down between you legs and pulls it up firm against your bottom. "I hope they have proper changing tables for you on Obaasan. This is tricky" Finally she tapes the diaper in place. "There. all done."
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