Tina breathed in, and breathed out, trying to center herself. The care worker in her wants to insist training pants, the mother(?) in her wants to force diapers, and her brain is telling her Leah would hate her if Tina did either. Even if she made a mess, Leah should be allowed to make that mistake, even if it embarrasses her. What to do?
Tina stopped as she mulled over her choices, and then it hit her: choice! So far, Leah has had literally no choice in anything happening to her. She might not understand teens as well as toddlers, but everyone desires some level of agency, teens are just the ones who demand it the most.
Leah's not stupid, she knows she's going to have accidents; her demanding panties is either stubbornness or a way to take control---probably both. Tina is so worried about Leah embarrassing herself, she never once thought that Leah might be able to think for herself. So the best thing Tina could do here is show some level of trust in the girl, and just give her a choice. That way, Tina could avoid agitating Leah while still giving her the chance to avoid making a mess, and maybe even repair a little trust in her (not that she deserves it, if she's being honest with herself). With a plan in mind, Tina snatched a comfortable shirt, baggy pants, and a selection of three different pieces of underwear, then marched her way towards the bathroom door. She knocked gently, fighting her usual urge to just march in.
"Leah, I have your clothes." She spoke, trying to be heard through the door and the sound of raining water.
"Come in, it's unlocked."
Pleasantly surprised, Tina creaks the door open and peers in. The curtain is up, but Tina can just make out Leah's silhouette.
"Just put them by the sink." Leah's voice was neutral, but there was the under current of anger still present.
Tina did so, along with laying out her little selection: panties, pullups, and pampers. She looked over the setup nervously, unsure how the conversation will go.
"Yes, Tina?" The girl asked, with a clear edge to her voice. Tina cleared her throat.
"Well, umm, I just wanted to let you know that I'm also leaving some other options for you-"
"Damn it, Tina!" The girl ripped the curtain open enough for her head to poke out, pacifier still adorably in her mouth, "For once, can you do the bare minimum of not trying to get me into diapers!"
"Wait, wait, hear me out. I'm not forcing you! I'm not even asking!" She held her hands up, waving them frantically. Already this was going badly, "I just left some other options in case you wanted them, is all."
"Uh huh." Leah looked entirely unbelieving, eyes training down to the spare clothes and scowling.
"You don't have to wear anything other than what you want. It's just...you had a rather nasty accident, and I have a feeling it'll just get worse. I'd hate for you to make a mess or embarrass yourself."
Leah's scowl softened, but she was still clearly not convinced.
"How convenient for you."
"I swear, this is for you, not me. You can wear your underwear and poop in it if you want, and I won't judge. I just want you to have options."
Leah said nothing, prompting Tina to continue.
"The training pants are easy to put on, and help you if you want to...go to the bathroom quicker." Tina said, fighting the urge to say 'go potty', "It can take absorb a lot, but doesn't do go for when you, um...poop."
Leah rolled her eyes, but kept listening.
"The diaper is a bit more difficult to put on and take off, but it can take a lot more. You'd only need it if you think you can't control yourself, but..." Tina took another deep breath, feeling pain at what she'll say next,"...I wouldn't recommend it. You're clearly just having a little trouble holding it, but clearly you aren't incontinent. Diapers would just make using the bathroom more difficult."
"Wow, that looked really painful to say." Leah deadpanned, but there was a hint of surprise under the sarcasm.
"Look, I'm just trying to make things easier for you. You're having a rough time, and it'll only get worse. If you want to wear panties, go ahead. If you have accidents in those panties, and still want to wear them? I won't stop you, but I don't think that'll make you very happy."
"Jeez, you're really trying to sell this aren't you? Tina, trying to convince a teen to wear pullups."
"Well, it's an unusual situation. Not many teens start having accidents. I just don't want you to think I'm forcing you into these for myself. I know you don't like me Leah, and I'm fine with that. But you're still under my care regardless, and that means your well being is the most important thing to me."
For a moment, Leah looked genuinely shocked, maybe even a bit touched, but she pulled herself back behind the curtain.
"Fine, fine. Thanks for choice, I guess. You can leave now."
Tina pursed her lips.
"I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be rude."
She could hear Leah sigh.
"Right, sorry. Thanks for the help, Tina. I mean it."
The words sounded genuine, bringing a smile to her face. She left the room and close the door before letting out a massive breath; all things considered, she thinks it went well. Now she just has to decide what to do next.
Tina busied herself with cleaning up the rest of Leah's mess, and a bit of the rest of the house while she was at it. 20 minutes passed when Tina heard the teen enter the living room. She turned from her task to see...