You crossed your arms and pouted.
"Come on, Sarah, you know your pants won't fit over the diaper." Mom said.
She was right, it was a very thick diaper.
"But Tanya will see it and make fun of me." You said.
Having to wear a diaper sometimes wasn't completely unusual. You still wet the bed sometimes, after all, and Mom made you wear a diaper to bed if you had too many accidents in a row. However, that was at night in your room where no one could see you. This was in broad daylight.
Your mom patted you on the butt to get you moving.
"Come on, Sarah, off with those wet pants." Mom said.
You knew there was no resisting it. You obediently took off your pants and panties, standing in the bathroom with your little crotch and butt fully exposed. You wore nothing but your socks and your T-shirt now. Mom took a damp paper towel and wiped the pee off of you, and then took dry one to dry you off. She then pulled the diaper up under your butt and taped it up around your waist. You had to fight not to cry a little. You hated wearing diapers, they made you feel like such a baby.
Mom patted you on the shoulder.
"Good girl for standing still the whole time. You want a snack since we're already stopped at the gas station?" Mom said.
"No." You whimpered.
You just wanted to get out of there and into the car away from where people could see you as fast as you could.
"All right, sweetie." Mom said.
Mom took you by the wrist and pulled you back to the car. To your horror, the clerk at the gas station counter noticed your diaper and stared at you. You felt totally mortified.
When you got back, Tanya saw you in your diaper and had to hold back laughter.
"Stop it! It's not funny!" You said.
"Fine, whatever you... hee hee... whatever you say." Tanya said, fighting the urge to giggle.
You sat down in the back of the car and pouted the whole way.
This whole moving thing was so stressful, but now you had to wear a diaper too? Your little 8-year-old body and mind could barely handle this. It was too much. You didn't cry, but you fell into a sadness as you sat there in the car. You fell asleep staring out the window as the scenery flashed by.
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"Sarah, wake up! We're here!" Mom called out.
You were finally at your new home. For a moment you were happy to be there, but then you remembered you were in a diaper... and you had wet yourself in your sleep. You sighed.
As you got out of the car, Mom slipped a finger down the front of your diaper to check for wetness. She frowned.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sarah you wet yourself again. Come on, let's get you changed into a fresh diaper." Mom said.
"But Mom! I was sleeping!" You said.
Mom sighed.
"Sarah, you're really having some trouble with your bladder control, and I don't want you ruining the new house by getting your pee-pee everywhere. You're wearing diapers for the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. if you can pass a diaper check, I'll let you wear your panties again, okay?" Mom said.
You frowned. Again, you knew there was no arguing with her.
Mom took you inside to one of the new bathrooms. Quickly, she wiped you down and changed you into a fresh diaper.
"Mom, can I take a nap?" You asked. you just wanted this terrible day to end.
"Sure thing, Sarah. Your bedsheets are in a box in your room." Mom said.
You unpacked your bedsheets, made your bed, and curled up in a little ball to go to sleep.