Truth or Dare

Chapter 21

Emma looked out into the bedroom, trying to assess the situation. She could not yet tell what it was that woke her, and she still hadn't registered the warm wetness beneath her. With just one shift of her body, however, her eyes shot open in total fear as she realized she was wet. And it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Emma knew she had peed her bed. She had wet the pull-up she was unfairly forced to wear, and not only that, she had flooded it, soaking her sheets as well. With her pajamas, sheets, and even comforter wet with pee, there would be no way for Emma to hide this accident. As sunlight began to pierce the window, Emma started to shake.
The young woman's heart raced as she panicked, trying so hard to figure out how to hide this unfortunate accident from her friends sleeping on her bedroom floor. Emma slowly pushed back the covers, revealing the wet mess beneath her and releasing the aroma of pee, further intensifying her embarrassment. She climbed from her bed and slowly, and carefully, began to bawl up her wet sheets. Unfortunately for her, the increasing light of day along with the pungent odor of urine, started to arouse the sleeping slumber party guests, and Emma was caught wet handed.
Emma's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she caught her friends rising from their sleeping bags out of the corner of her eye. She was frozen in place as she desperately tried to think of a way out of this horrid situation, but she knew there was no hiding her bedwetting accident now.
Sarah and Claire were the first ones awoken by Emma's commotion, and their movement caused Anna to awake. Once she opened her eyes, she immediately noticed the smell of urine filling the room, and a smile lit up her face. She sat up and saw right way Emma standing there frozen in fear, caught with her wet bedding balled in her arms
"Well, well, well" Anna said, standing up from the floor. "What do we have here? Did little Miss I Don't Need Pull-ups pee her bed?" She laughed diabolically. "Well, girls, it looks like Emma here really committed to the dare, or maybe she really is just a bedwetting baby."
Emma was on the verge of tears being berated by her bully. She couldn't escape the shame, and to make matters worse, there was still just a touch of pee left her in her bladder. The combination of fear and embarrassment caused this small amount of urine to escape and everyone watched as a trickle made its way down Emma's already wet pants leg and dripped onto the carpet next to her foot.
"Oh, my god, how pathetic." Anna laughed. "Maybe pull-ups aren't enough for our little pants-wetter."
"Okay, Anna. I think that's enough." Sarah jumped it. "Emma's clearly upset right now."
Anna suddenly felt the energy shift. Last night everyone was in support of her prancing Emma, but now it seemed they all felt she had taken it to far.
Emma thought she was about to be lifted from this humiliation, as her friends seemed to come back around to supporting her, but her embarrassment wasn't over. Just as she began to come out of her fearful state, her mother walked in and caught eye of Emma's accident. She had already spent the previous evening treating Emma and Anna like children, and now she had even more of a reason to treat Emma like a little kid.
"What's going on in here?" Mrs. Taylor asked, entering the room. When she saw Emma holding her soiled bedsheets, she understood. "Oh, sweetheart, did you have an accident?" She asked, nurturing, but also as if she was speaking to a toddler and not an 18 year old.
The sympathetic tones of the girls transformed to uninhibited giggles. Seeing their peer being treated like a toddler after wetting her bed in a a child's princess pull-up. It was all too comical. And they all new Emma would recover from this. It was just a small blow to her self esteem to humble her a bit. They all knew she could use a little humbling.
Anna regained her smile. Once again, she felt the group take her side and she felt empowered by having brought the almighty Emma down a peg. Maybe now she could be the leader of the gang, and that was truly what she wanted more than anything. She wanted Emma's status, and now she had it. That was until Mrs. Taylor said
"What about you, Anna? How's your pull-up?"