Occupational Hazard

by: Huggies20 | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 2, 2009

Chapter 4
Changing Room

Chapter Description: While Christina waits for Thomas to bring her new clothes, she begins to remember a few things she'd rather forget.

“Where are we going now?” Christina said, walking with her legs close together as her jeans endeavored to rise up and slightly cringing as her left sock squished with every step.

“To get you cleaned up.”

“I thought we were done.”

“Not until you visit Santa.”

“I don’t think they’ll let me sit on his lap like this,” she said sarcastically.

“No, that’s why we had to get out of line. But we’ll take care of it. Care to, as the commercials say, step into the Gap?”

“Um, hello? Not like this.”

“How do you expect me to buy you new pants if you won’t come with me?”

“Do I even have a choice?”

“This time you do. But you’re not leaving until I get to see my pretty little girl on Santa’s lap.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“You told me not to call you ?beautiful.’”

“Same thing.”

“You’d rather be ugly?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Look, either come in and pick out a new pair of pants and some panties, or I’ll have to do it for you.”

“I’m a size four, medium. Go do what you have to do.”

“And where will you be?”

Christina sighed in defeat. “Where do you want me?”

“There’s a family restroom near Foot Locker. Go inside and take off your wet things.”

“You have a hidden camera in there?”

“Sweetie, if I really wanted to see you naked, I could make that happen right here with no ill effects. But I don’t want to do that. Now please just do what I ask so I don’t have to make you do it.” Thomas waved his finger.

“It’s been more than fifteen minutes.”

“Go now.”

Again under Thomas’ control, Christina began to walk.

“Oh, and Christina? While you’re walking, I want you to do something for me. I want you to think about the last time you wet your pants.”

Christina could almost see it as it happened. She was in bed again, but this time it wasn’t her own; it was her friend Sophia’s. It was Sophia’s eleventh birthday, and her mom had let her have a sleepover. “It worked,” Christina heard one of the girls...Elizabeth, maybe?...shriek as she woke up. Still half asleep, she could feel something was wrong. And then someone ripped off the covers. “Chrissy wet the bed! Chrissy wet the bed!” Elizabeth couldn’t contain her delight. “I told you if we put her hand in water she couldn’t help it! Pissy Chrissy! Pissy Chrissy!” Christina began to cry.

She blinked again, and she was naked. She didn’t even remember walking to the restroom, much less taking off her clothes. She hoped she had at least waited until she got inside to disrobe. And why had she taken off ALL her clothes? She clearly remembered Thomas saying to take off her wet things. Her work shirt and bra weren’t wet, but there they were in a crumpled pile on the floor along with her jeans, underwear, shoes and socks.

She jumped as she heard a sharp knock on the door. “Christina, are we ready to try on your new wardrobe?”

Christina opened the door only a crack and held out her hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oh my, Christina. You have a long history of wetting yourself, don’t you? Well, the outfit I bought you won’t do you any good just yet. Do me a favor and think one more time: When was the last time you wet your pants?”

Christina’s mind went blank for nearly a full minute this time, then she saw something...it was her mother! She was so tall! What was she doing in the bathroom at the mall? No wait, it was their bathroom at home. Their old home. Christina glimpsed herself in the mirror. How old was she? Two, maybe? Three at the most. She didn’t even remember being that young, but somehow she was remembering this, detail by detail, almost as if it had just happened. “It’s OK, honey,” Mommy said. “That’s why you’re still wearing your special big-girl panties. It’s hard to make it every time. Do you have to go poo-poo in the potty before we change you?” Christina looked down. She was in Pull-Ups! She was shaking her head “no” to Mommy when she snapped out of it.

Thomas was standing in front of her. He must have come into the mall restroom while Christina was remembering her accident. But he was so much taller than he had been before!

“Such a good girl!” he said. “I bought you something special to wear when you meet Santa.” He pulled down the plastic changing table and sat two bags on it. Christina’s eyes were glued to him. He opened up one, from Rite-Aid, and pulled out...

“Special big girl panties for Chrissy!”



End Chapter 4

Occupational Hazard

by: Huggies20 | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 2, 2009


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