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Tiffany was never too excited about road trips. They were just so long and boring, with no internet or games to play. It didn't help that she always got teased by her mother for asking to pull over and use the bathroom every hour or two. Her mom claimed it made the trips so much longer. Despite her distaste though, Tiffany was about to get into the car for a long trip with her family for the holidays.

To make things worse, her family always rotated who had to sit in the middle of the back seat, and it was her turn to sit in the middle of her two younger sisters. Any hope for a nice window view or uninterrupted sleep was dashed when she had to sit on the middle.

To make things even worse than that, Tiffany's mother had hatched a plan to deal with their little potty break problem. She had decided there would only be one stop and no matter how much the girl's pleaded there wouldn't be any exceptions. Tiffany could not believe it, the whole thing seemed designed to mess with her. The plan to save time on pit stops gave her anxiety about the trip, and when she told her mother about her concerns she was brushed off for the most part and told the plan was set in stone. At the very least, her mom had managed to come up with a little something to help Tiffany with her anxiety though...

"Tiffany I know you are worried about having a little accident on our trip so I got you a little something." Her mom presented Tiffany with an XL pull-up. The design on the front was of a cupcake and Tiffany blushed at the sight of the thing. "I know you don't need them honey, but I think they might help give you some peace of mind. And hey, if you did end up leaking just a little bit at least you won't have to worry about anyone finding out."

As much as the thought of it bothered Tiffany, she decided her mom was probably right. It wasn't like anyone would find out. And Tiffany assumed that her younger sisters were also a little worried about the bathroom situation and that's why her mother had this spare to give her. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad wearing a little something to help ease her mind.

A few hours in to the trip though, and Tiffany was having a small panic attack. Her bladder was 110% full and the rest stop was 15 minutes away. She had already dropped the hint she needed to go by telling her mom that she should speed up a little. Tiffany was looking for anything to take her mind off of the pressure. Desperately checking the time and playing on her phone in order to distract herself. She couldn't help but notice that her younger sisters were seemingly completely fine. Neither of them were crossing their legs or showing any sighs of desperation. This bothered Tiffany more. How could the oldest girl be the only one who needed to go. Shouldn't her bladder be the biggest?

10 minutes away from the rest stop still, time seems to move so much slower when you need it to pass more quickly. Tiffany was trying her best to keep cool and not appear like a little girl about to wet her pants. The thought of that made her cringe a little. If she wet herself next to her little sisters she would never be able to live it down. Her mom would never let her forget and her sisters would surely never respect her as the oldest again. Tiffany couldn't do much but focus on her bladder and stare out the front windshield in absolute focus...

Only 5 minutes from the rest area now, and Tiffany was in a zen state trying to control her body's need to pee. Her focus was broken by her little sister giving an excited yell for everyone to look at what she found. Her sister was pointing out the window to a small waterfall they were driving past. What were the odds. Tiffany couldn't focus anymore. The sight of flowing water was all it took for her natural instincts to kick in. She tried her best to stop but there was a sudden urge to release. Her cheeks flushed a bright red as soon as she felt herself let go into her padding. The pull-up immediately started expanding from the sudden surge. To Tiffany the hiss of her flooding her diaper was deafening. She cautiously glanced from left to right mid flow to make sure her sisters didn't notice she was having an accident at her age. Sure enough they were both looking out the window at the beautiful scenery responsible for Tiffany's very soggy predicament. At the very least they didn't suspect anything. Tiffany was careful to avoid making any noises that might give her wetting away. Her face however was still burning from the embarrassment of having wet her diaper like a baby girl in the car. Here she was nearly an adult and having to hide her accident from her little sisters on both sides of her. She peed for what felt like five minutes straight, although her sense of time was destroyed with her dignity at this point. She shifted around just a little make sure there was no leaking of her pull-up into her pants or on the seat. Much to her surprise, her pull-up had held up under her unexpected testing of it's absobancy. She couldn't believe it held so much of her accident without any leaking.

Just a minute or two after Tiffany had drenched her only pull-up, the car came to a stop. They had made it to the rest stop. "Who's bright idea was it to put a bathroom AFTER the waterfall" Tiffany couldn't help but whisper to herself.

As the girl's all got out of the car, Tiffany made sure to take her time to not make her slight diaper bulge obvious. She also wanted to double check for any leaks, and make sure she could hide any wet spots on the seat if needed. Luckily it seemed like her anxiety protection was incredibly effective at soaking up her accident. She may have just pissed her pants, but there was no evidence of that to any casual onlookers.

With that said, Tiffany's mom was instantly suspicious of her oldest daughter being the last one out of the car after pleading with her to drive faster to the bathroom. Even after both her sisters had headed off to the restroom, she couldn't help but notice the lack of hustle in her daughter's moment. "Tiffany, with your little sisters off to go use the potty, is there anything you want to tell me?"

There was no point in hiding it from her mom, Tiffany knew. Even if she did lie and pretended she didn't just make full use of her training pants, her mom would almost certainly ask her what happened to her sudden lack of need to use the toilet. Besides, her underwear was packed away and she didn't have anything to replace her pull-up with. But maybe her mother had planned for this, and could help her with her soggy situation. The very idea of admitting she needed a change to her mom was enough to bring Tiffany to new levels of embarrassment.

It was with small tears in her eyes and bright red cheeks that Tiffany admitted that she couldn't hold it to her mother. Here she was, a 19 year old girl in a wet pull-up, trying her best not to cry admitting it to her mom. Her mom was very understanding and helped to calm Tiffany down. " Don't worry about it baby, everyone has accidents from time to time. Just be thankful that you wore that pull-up I got for you, could you imagine of you had wet your pants in front of your sisters? Here, I have the rest of those pull-ups, take them and pack them into your stuff. But be sure to keep one with you when you go to the toilet so you have something to protect you for the rest of the trip."

When Tiffany grabbed the package of diapers from her mother it felt like admitting defeat. No matter how she looked at it though, she needed a little padding. If she couldn't make it the first half of the car ride how could she trust herself to make the second half dry? Begrudgingly she took the package and thanked her mom for the diapers. She couldn't help but notice there was only one missing from the pack, which meant that the only diaper her mother felt the need to give between the three of her daughters, was the drenched one between her legs. Even her little sisters didn't need the pull-ups, let alone soak them.

With a deep sense of shame Tiffany took a single pull-up from the package and headed off to the restroom. Her mom gave her a knowing wink as Tiffany tried to hide the diaper under her shirt heading into the bathroom. Tiffany would be changing into a dry pull-up while her little sisters were using the potty like big girls. The thought alone was enough to make Tiffany shiver, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief once she had dry padding on again. Maybe she could get used to wearing these things. She had the shake the thought though, as her sisters called for her to hurry up. The slight crinkle of the new pull-up made Tiffany uneasy for a moment, but it was certainly better than the wetness she was experiencing just a few moments before. With a deep breath, Tiffany opened the door and headed back to the car. Although embarrassing and awkward, she felt as though she was freshly padded and ready for the long ride ahead.

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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