"Yeah, and?" Tiffany said with a matter-of-fact tone. "Like you haven't done that before."
"What do you mean?" Katie asked. "I haven't wet myself since I was nine."
"Oh really? So you don't remember when we slept over at Jennifer's house a month ago and you peed right on her sleeping bag?" Katie dug through her memory for such an event, only to find a new memory that was as vivid as any real event.
"Did that really happen?" she queried.
"Duh! 'No, I'm a big girl,' you said, 'I'm not putting on my Huggies until we go to bed.' Clearly didn't work out too well."
"Wow, you're right, I did do that!" Katie accepted this, as the game had altered reality to make her incontinence a part of everyday life. "Well, go ahead, draw a card."
Tiffany picked up a new card from the deck. A red three card was added to her hand. "Ohhhh! I want to save my six for later, but now I don't know what to play!"
"Do the biggest one you have other than the six."
"Oh, alright," Tiff sighed, and placed down her three. "Roll the die," Katie said, handing it over.
"Please not one or six...don't want to wear diapers...don't want diapers." Tiffany would repeat this mantra as she shook the die in her hands. A toss. Then, silence, as it rolled into its resting position. "Umm, Katie?"
"Yeah, Tiff?"
Tiffany hesitated for a moment, squirming in place. "Katie, I gotta go potty." Katie's eyes widened, then she helped Tiffany up, rushing her down the hall to the bathroom. "Come on, Tiffany, almost there, you can do it!" she encouraged. The fifteen-year-old was acting like the mother of a toddler, although the girl she was hurrying to the potty was simply her thirteen-year-old friend.
"Wait!" Tiffany shouted. She pulled Katie back, stood still, then sighed. "I don't have to potty anymore."
"Oh, Tiffy, did you go pee-pee in your Pull-Ups again?"
"No," she mumbled nervously.
"You don't have to lie to me, Tiff. At least you can use the potty. I have to wear a diaper to go pee-pee."
"Yeah, I guess," Tiffany mumbled again. "Do I hafta have a change right now?"
"I'm still in my soggy diaper, so not now. Maybe after we've played this game a little longer. Speaking of which, it's my turn now." Katie drew a card - red two. She placed this card down and nonchalantly rolled the die, receiving a four. Suddenly, her mouth seemed very inviting for her thumb, and the two soon met each other in a sticky, wet handshake. With this, the girls shared two things in common: the age of thirteen, and a need for diapers. Otherwise, their appearances were quite strange - Katie, only recently a teenager, with C cup breasts, a diaper, and a thumb deep in her mouth, while her friend Tiffany wore soggy Pull-Ups as evidence that she was unable to make it to the potty.
"Yole toon, Tiphammy," Katie said, half sucking her thumb, half drooling. Tiffany reached her hand over to the deck, picking up a...