"Wet yourself, pretty please." Tina holds her breath. She feels like she's crossing a boundary doing this, but can't help herself. Sure enough, a wet spot forms on the front of Leah's jeans. Leah gasps and looks down.
"I- I didn't even realize I needed to go!" she whispers. "What-"
"If you didn't realize you had to go, then we might need to do a round of potty training," Tina says. "Just a tune-up." Leah's face turns red.
"Over this?" she demands. Tina sighs.
"Leah, I know you've been wetting the bed lately. No teenager would wash their sheets even close to as often as you do." Leah stays silent. "Tell the truth, pretty please."
"F-fine," Leah mutters. "You're right."
"Luckily, I know just what to do. Follow me."
Leah sulks behind Tina as she grabs a package of training pants and a new pair of jeans for Leah.
"What? Training pants?" Leah yelps. Tina nods.
"Unless you want to have a big wet spot on your pants at school." Tina smiles at Leah. "No one will notice what you're wearing, I promise. And it'll just be until we know you won't have accidents during the day."
"And at night?"
"You'll wear them at night until you stay dry overnight for a full week."
"Fine," Leah grumbles. They go to the bathroom, where Tina waits for Leah to change into her new protective underwear and pants. Leah emerges, and like Tina said, it's not obvious she's wearing training pants. Tina can only tell via the slight crinkling sound because she knows already.
"Perfect! Let's check out and go home," Tina says. On their way to the register, Tina grabs a toddler training potty, but doesn't tell Leah it will be for her. They check out and go to the car. Once they're both buckled, Tina decides to really hammer home that Leah needs potty training. Her stepdaughter still seems a bit doubtful about it, after all.
"Leah..." she starts.