"Um... I'm really trusting you here," Cindy murmured, quickly trying to come up with an excuse as she found her mouth moving faster than her brain. "I've been having a few... uh... bedwetting... kind of problems... and I don't want my mum to know: not yet. I want to try and make it stop on my own first... so I kinda need the diapers so I don't end up with wet sheets every night until then."
"Cindy!" Heather exclaimed. "You've got to tell someone about stuff like that. There might be something wrong."
"No, there isn't," Cindy hurriedly shook her head, feeling this lie already starting to spiral out of control. "This has happened before, and we went to the doctor; and he always just says its a growing thing, and I'll grow out of it again soon, and I always do. So I just don't want to worry my mum about it this time, okay? If it doesn't stop by the time I run out of diapers, I'll tell her then, okay?"
"Uh... I guess," Heather looked at her suspiciously. "I mean, of course I can get you some. But, do you really want to wear diapers, just so you don't have to tell your mum?"
Cindy shrugged hurriedly,
"It's not that big a deal, really," she affirmed. "Not if it's just you at home, and nobody else has to know."
Heather grinned,
"Yeah, sure thing... baby girl," she jested good naturedly.
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