From College to Crib

Chapter Description: Alice is having a tough time and her mother is determined to get to the bottom of things, and that means a trip to the doctor.

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I started walking over to my closet but Mom reached out and stopped me. I looked at her with a frown, still naked except for the pull-up I was confused until I realised Mom meant I was supposed to go downstairs right away, without getting dressed. My cheeks blazed as I dropped my face towards the ground and started making my way to the kitchen.

It was far too late for me to worry about modesty, but I still found myself trying to cover up as much as I could. One arm automatically went up to cover my breasts as I gingerly sat down on one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table. My butt complained and I wished I had a pillow to sit on. It felt so strange to be wearing just a pull-up, it was somehow worse than being completely naked.

I waited and Mom came down a few minutes later with her cell phone to her ear. She didn’t so much as glance at me as she went to the cupboards and pulled out a box of cereal.

“Uh huh, yes it’s been happening for a few days now.” Mom said as she prepared breakfast, “OK… Yes, that would be perfect, thank you.”

I watched as Mom put a bowl of cereal in front of me. It wasn’t just any bowl though, I looked up at Mom as if to ask if she was being serious but, unfortunately, it appeared she was. Rather than one of the plain bowls we usually used for breakfast Mom had poured my cereal into a pink bowl that had differently sized red hearts all over it. It was decidedly more childish than what I was used to. Mom seemed to either not notice my questioning glance or chose to ignore it as she hung up the phone and sat down opposite me.

“I’ve made you an appointment with the doctor.” Mom said as if I was a child incapable of making my own appointments.

“Why?” I asked. It didn’t take a lot of hindsight for me to realise that it was a stupid question.

“Because I don’t want you ruining the furniture.” Mom said.

I blushed and ducked my head. I walked right into that one. It was the last thing I wanted though. This was all embarrassing enough, but I wanted to keep it a secret as much as possible. Even letting a doctor know felt worryingly like letting the world know I was having trouble keeping my pants dry.

“So, eat up.” Mom continued, “We got lucky with a cancelation and got an appointment this morning.”

“Yippee…” I muttered as I ate my breakfast in surly silence.

It was getting distressingly normal for Mom to see me naked or with just some humiliating underwear on. She seemed to be completely nonplussed by it, but I kept my eyes away from her. I couldn’t eat my breakfast fast enough and thankfully Mom told me to go and get dressed when I was finally done. I chose a long t-shirt and the baggiest pants I had. Anything that would help to hide what I was wearing underneath.

“Ready?” Mom asked as I came back downstairs.

“No.” I replied as I put my shoes.

“Do you have a spare pull-up?” Mom asked.

“I’m not going to need one!” I angrily replied. I didn’t know how Mom could think I’d need a change of clothes, I’d only had a few accidents. It wasn’t a big deal!

Mom seemed unsure but she opened the door regardless. I followed Mom outside and into the car. It was only as we left the house that I started to think about what was coming. I had no doubt it was going to be a humiliating experience telling a doctor about what was happening to me, the only positive would be if he could help but I had a feeling that there wasn’t much he was going to be able to do. If there was some magic drug that would fix my problem, they would’ve given it to me when I was a kid having the same problems.

We arrived at the doctor’s office far too quickly for my liking and I followed Mom inside. I was going to check-in myself, but Mom spoke up before I could do much more than open my mouth.

“Hello, my daughter has an appointment with Dr. Gilmartin.” Mom said.

I closed my mouth again and looked down in embarrassment as Mom spoke to the receptionist. I guess she didn’t even trust me to be able to do that by myself. I walked away and sat on one of the chairs. The room was half-full but very quiet. Mom came over and sat down next to me. Opposite us was a mother with her young daughter. I couldn’t help but draw parallels between myself and the small girl opposite who also looked like she would’ve preferred being anywhere else. I wondered why she was there. It might’ve even been the same reason I was for all I knew.

“If you need the bathroom just let me know.” Mom said. Her voice felt deafening in the otherwise quiet waiting room.

I wanted to cringe into myself and sink into the ground. I knew where the toilet was, Mom knew I was perfectly capable of taking myself there. I didn’t say anything in response but from the corner of my eyes I could see the girl opposite smiling. I wondered if it was at me. Was she making fun of me? Did she guess why I was there?

I didn’t have long to worry about it as we were called forwards to go to see the doctor. I walked down the corridor feeling very anxious. The doctor was a young man who didn’t look that much older than me, it made me feel even worse about the situation. Here was someone my age thriving with a career and a life whilst I couldn’t keep my pants dry.

“Ah, you must be Alice, come in.” Dr. Gilmartin said, “And who is this?”

“I’m her mother.” Mom said, “Alice wants me in here for the appointment.”

Dr. Gilmartin looked at me, but I could do little more than shrug my shoulders. This was something that hadn’t been discussed. I would’ve preferred to see the doctor alone but, as usual, Mom had decided what I wanted for me. It was easier to just let her stay than cause a whole scene, so I nodded my head mutely.

“OK, that’s not a problem.” Dr. Gilmartin smiled, “Please, sit down, how can I help?”

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could get a single word out Mom, sitting next to me, started to talk.

“She’s having problems with wetting herself.” Mom said with all the tact of a nuclear bomb, “Her pants, the bed, everywhere. It’s been very embarrassing.”

As I sat and cringed at Mom so bluntly describing my issues, I realised that when she described it as “embarrassing” she meant for her, not me. My face was going red as I felt the doctor staring at me.

Mom described everything that had been happening. Each and every accident was described as well as some unnecessary comments about my attitude. I remained silent throughout. I knew I must’ve looked more pathetic than ever, not even able to tell the doctor my problems myself but I didn’t want to start arguing with Mom in the office. It wasn’t like she was wrong about anything she described, it was just the detail and way she did it that made this worse than it had to be.

“I see.” Dr. Gilmartin had written some notes as Mom talked, “Alice, have you been feeling any other symptoms? Any dizziness, headaches, or anything like that?”

“No.” I replied with a little squeak like a mouse being interrogated by a cat.

“I think she’s just being lazy.” Mom interjected just as the doctor was going to ask another question, “She was the same as a teenager.”

The doctor looked at Mom with a thin-lipped face of stone and I suddenly felt a wave of gratitude towards him. He asked more basic questions about medication, alcohol, drugs and smoking. I almost laughed. The thought of my Mom tolerating any of that was ridiculous. Then once he had checked over his notes, he said the words I had truly been dreading.

“Right, I think we’ll need to examine you.” Dr. Gilmartin said, “We also have the equipment to do a scan of your bladder to see if there are any abnormalities. I’ll have a nurse bring it in. The examination will be of a private area so if you would prefer a female doctor, I can call one in.”

“I think you’ll be fine, doctor.” Mom said before I had a chance.

“That’s up to Alice.” Dr. Gilmartin said shortly, “Are you happy for me to perform the examination?”

I’d been left with so few choices to make for myself that I found myself bewildered by this one. My brain was overwhelmed and before I could even think about what I wanted I was nodding my head. The doctor directed me over to the padded table and drew the curtain around it. For once my mother was told no as she was forced to wait on the outside.

A fresh wave of humiliation rolled over me as I pulled down my pants to reveal the pull-up underneath. I could see the doctor was doing his utmost to remain professional, but it clearly took him by surprise. I tried to ignore his obvious shock as I slipped the pull-up down my legs. What I didn’t see, but Dr. Gilmartin definitely noticed, was the slight yellowing of some of the padding.

“OK, I’ll be as gentle as I can.” Dr. Gilmartin said.

I stared at the ceiling willing the doctor to be as quick as possible. He poked and prodded every part of me from the bladder down whilst occasionally stopping to ask more questions. As he was doing this a nurse wheeled something in and left it outside the curtain. I was tense and that wasn’t helped by hearing Mom practically pacing around just out of sight.

“You have some redness and bruising on your bottom.” Dr. Gilmartin commented, “Any idea why that is?”

I felt a cold weight drop into my stomach. Those were the results of my last spanking. I couldn’t tell the doctor I had been disciplined like a four-year-old. I quickly shook my head and looked away. I think Dr. Gilmartin wanted to ask more but chose to remain restrained.

“Right, I’ll just scan you and I should be able to see the images on my computer in a couple of minutes.” Dr. Gilmartin said as he pulled the cart through the curtain.

A cold jellylike substance was rubbed on my lower belly and then a probe was pushed against my skin. The doctor was side on to me and looking down at a small monitor on the machine itself. He sometimes pressed quite hard and on one of those prods I felt a dribble of urine leave me. Thankfully it was no more than a trickle, but I was still very relieved when the doctor was finished, and I was allowed to stand up.

“OK, if you want to get dressed and meet me back at the desk.” Dr. Gilmartin said. He was looking past me to the table I’d just hopped off.

As Dr. Gilmartin left the secluded area I turned to see what he was looking at. On the table, between where my legs would have been, was a very clear wet spot. I could’ve died. I knew I had felt a little leakage, but it had felt like a single drop that wouldn’t even reach the table, instead it had left a mark no one could possibly miss.

I got dressed in the same pull-up I had been wearing before and my pants before stepping into the office at large. Dr. Gilmartin appeared to already be examining the pictures from the scan. Mom looked irritated. I wondered if it was because, for once, she wasn’t able to be in control of the situation. I sat down and hoped that I wasn’t blushing too much.

“Well, from what I can tell there is nothing physically wrong.” Dr. Gilmartin said as he looked through the last image, “Your bladder looks a touch on the small side but I’m not seeing any physical reasons for your problem.”

“Well, that’s good.” Mom said.

“Which leads me to think about emotional issues.” Dr. Gilmartin continued.

Dr. Gilmartin was looking at me and I could practically feel his eyes boring through my head. It was obvious this was where he saw the problem to be, how could it not be when my overbearing mother was sitting right next to me?

“How are things at home?” Dr. Gilmartin asked softly.

“I… They’re good.” I replied quietly.

“Is it just you and your mom?” The doctor continued.

“Yes.” I answered.

“What have these questions got to do with anything?” Mom asked suddenly. Her voice was harsh and abrasive compared to the doctor’s compassionate tone.

“I’m trying to ascertain if there are any stresses or anything tha-…” Dr. Gilmartin began to patiently explain.

“Stresses?” Mom let out a harsh laugh, “If anything she doesn’t have enough stress. She lives a life of luxury at home.”

“Nonetheless…” Dr. Gilmartin tried to speak over the top of Mom. I already knew that wasn’t going to work.

“I don’t believe in any of that quackery.” Mom continued as she stood up, “Come on, Alice, the doctor says there is nothing wrong with you so let’s go.”

“Alice, if you…” Dr. Gilmartin started.

“Come on.” Mom almost shouted over the top.

I stood up. Going against Mom now would mean trouble later. I don’t know if Mom was self-aware enough to know but I understood exactly what the doctor was getting at and agreed. There wasn’t anything physically wrong with me, the problems all stemmed from my mother. I meekly thanked the doctor and followed Mom out of the office. As soon as we were back in the car park, she had a wide smile on her face.

“So, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Mom said cheerily.

I rather thought Mom had missed the point but that was most likely deliberate. I was too humiliated by the whole experience to argue so I got in the car and let her drive me home. I wondered, rather hopefully, that with the confirmation that nothing was wrong with me that I might be able to get a handle on my problems. I just had to convince my brain to chill out and the problem would go away.

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