SubscribeStar Story: Day Camp Brats, Part Two

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Part Two

Holly kept her hand on my back, leading me around the corner and down the empty hallway I found myself faced with. While I didn’t know anybody at the day camp but my sister, I was still relieved that no one else was around to see me with the large wet patch on the front of my shorts. It wasn’t a great look, even if I didn’t actually do anything.

As soon as we made the second turn she mentioned before, I spoke up to defend myself. “Holly, I’m telling the truth. This is just water.”

“There’s no shame in having an accident, Nicholas,” she said, as if she were talking to one of the kids she was in charge of, “Bedwetting is more common than you’d think with boys your age. And if you don’t take healthy bathroom breaks during the day-”

“I’m not a bedwetter!!” I asserted, “April is just-”

“April is just one of the best counselors we have,” Holly cut me. She took my hand and gave a firm tug, marching me into the private bathroom and closing the door behind us before going on. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she looked deep into my eyes and said, “You had an accident, Nicholas. Admit it.”

Part of me wanted to kiss her. I had never done that with a girl I had met minutes before, but she had positioned us face to face in a private room. It didn’t help that I had a thing for brunettes, and Holly was rather attractive. Of course, the topic at hand hardly lent itself to intimacy. “I didn’t-” I started to say, only to be interrupted again.

“You did,” she calmly said, “Look at me, Nicholas. Be a big boy, and tell me the truth.”

I was telling her the truth. It didn’t help that she was noticeably taller, looking down at me with a gaze that was somehow both gentle and stern at the same time. “I am!” I replied, flushing slightly from the unexpected contact and proximity. “It was those girls. They-”

“That story doesn’t make any sense,” she smiled, looking almost amused at how I was doubling down on what she believed to be a lie, “You would know, if you worked here. Campers wouldn’t be in the lobby unsupervised like that. And they don’t have access to the supply closet. So, where would they get a spray bottle?”

Except, they did. Before I could further insist upon what I had personally experienced, however, Holly repeated, “You had an accident. I need to hear you say it, okay?”

Flushing slightly, I protested, “But, I didn’t-”

“Yes, you did,” she said, “You had an accident, Nicholas. It’s okay. Just be honest. For me?”

For the first time, I hesitated. It really seemed like she was flirting with me, despite the circumstances. The soft smile, the lingering eye contact. I knew I could be misreading things, as this could very well be the reassuring look she gave anyone, but it was still enough to throw me off. “I, umm . . . ” I trailed off. Was I really about to say it? There was no actual reason to. Holly had just stated it multiple times now, and seemed determined to get me to go along with what she believed had happened.

“Yes?” she quietly asked, “You’re a big boy, aren’t you? Come on, I have a lot to do today. I’ll give you three seconds. Three . . . two . . . ”

Well, ‘big boy’ was hardly the way to describe someone my age. It was the second time she had used the phrase and, like before, I didn’t have much time to dwell on it. Not when she started casually counting down. “Holly, wait!” I said. That was something used to get a child to behave, and my response didn’t pause her from nearing one. Suddenly feeling pressured to not let her say the final number, I blurted out, “I had an accident!”

“There we go,” she smiled, “Doesn’t that feel better?” After giving my shoulders a small squeeze, she took a step back. “Go ahead and take off those shorts and your underwear. I’ll give you some privacy. Hurry up, okay? I’ll have to get your sister if you continue being difficult about everything.”

With that, she left the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I just stood there for a few seconds, totally stunned. She wanted me to strip? Well, it made sense. If my clothes were covered in piss, it wasn’t as if I could keep wearing them. The only privacy I had, however, was the closed door. When Holly came back, I’d be bottomless. As much as I wanted to believe she was interested, this was hardly the circumstances under which I wanted to remove my clothes for her.

It wasn’t as if I had much of a choice. There was absolutely no way I was going to let April get involved in this. She had made things bad enough already by making it sound like I was accident prone, and I didn’t want to begin thinking about how she’d help Holly with all of this.

Reluctantly peeling off the damp shorts and underwear, still wondering if I could get Holly to examine them more closely, I awkwardly stood there in just my t-shirt and sneakers for a minute or two before she knocked.

“Coming in,” she said, cracking the door for a moment to make sure I was okay with that. Then she stepped in, closing and locking the door behind her like before. She was holding a couple things in her other hand and, tucked underneath her arm, was what looked to be a diaper.

I was already feeling a bit self conscious. One hand over my crotch, feeling a bit small down there with how cold the bathroom was. When I saw that, I quickly spoke up. “Holly, come on!” I said, “I’m not putting on a fucking diaper.”

“Language, Nicholas,” she said, “And this isn’t a diaper; it’s a pull-up. You wear briefs, right? It’s not that different, really.”

“I wear boxers,” I said, “And-”

“But, you’ve worn briefs before, yes?”

Well, yes. What guy hadn’t?

Holly knew that, naturally, and moved right on from the rhetorical question. “So, you’ll be fine. Protocol here is protective underwear after an accident, plus it’s not like we have many other options. Trust me, the Lost & Found doesn’t have much.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. As far as I could remember, I didn’t have any spare clothes in my car. And I could really only argue so much while standing there bottomless. Embarrassing as wearing a pull-up would be my age, at least I’d be covered. “Fine, whatever,” I muttered, “Just . . . turn around?”

“Of course,” she smiled. After swiveling 180 degrees, she held out the white, padded thing for me to take.

Feeling myself blush at just the thought of being seen in something like that, as it didn’t look like Holly had brought a replacement pair of shorts or anything, I reluctantly took the pull-up.

And, after taking a quiet breath and bracing myself for the impending embarrassment of wearing something like that, I tentatively stepped into the first leg hole of the babyish underwear.

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