"I heard about the rumor that I wet the bed from one of the other girls at the office whom she had befriended. So she came over to the house and decided to confront me about it. She asked me point blank—” Do you still wet the bed”? I was shocked and embarrassed but confessed that I did. I could tell that she was mad. She then told me to prove it because she never heard anyone my age who wet the bed. I could tell that she wasn’t worried about humiliating me, but I felt powerless to do anything that she wanted. I took her into the bedroom and pulled back the sheets to show the plastic mattress protector I’ve had on my beds my whole life. She then took the plastic sheet corner and pulled it across to show my heavily pee-stained 6 yr old mattress. Every so often, I do away with the diapers and plastic sheets to see if that helps stop the bedwetting. Back in the living room. She goes through the usual questions of how often( 2-4 times a week), ever been dry( no), see a doctor( yes, but no help). Then the big one, “ Do you wear diapers”? ( yes, most of the time. ) When was the last time you wet the bed or your diaper? ( last night) . She then tells me to get a diaper and show her. I do. She takes it, opens it, and laughs. She then says to put it on---while she watches. I balk. She then says, “ Why do you think I would ever date a bedwetter? I can have my pick of guys. Shame on you for not telling me about this in the beginning. You’re a fucking bedwetter. A real loser.” I bragged on you at the office while they knew all along you were a bedwetter. How humiliating for me. I’m going to make sure you never do this to another woman again. Get on the floor, undress, and put the diaper on. Do It. NOW. I do After I put it on and stand up, she commands, “ Now, wet it.” I balk again. She barks, “ wet your fucking diaper. That shouldn’t be hard for you”. I Do. I feel humiliated but unable to stop obeying her commands. She says, “ Oh my God, you really did wet your diaper in front of me” “ No man would ever do that. You are not a man,” Not even a boy—still a boy who’s not toilet trained. . Still in diapers. God, I feel sick thinking about going out with you for a month.” She then takes out her phone, tells me to hold still, and takes a picture of me in my wet diaper. She also goes int the bedroom and takes a picture of the pee-stained mattress. “ I won’t show the picture in diapers unless you make me. But I may show the mattress pic to one or more of the girls in the office to confirm your bedwetting. They’ll be wondering about the rumor. That’s just the way it is. It will remain just our secret in the secretarial group. Instead of them laughing at me for getting involved with you. We’ll all be laughing together at you. I don’t feel sorry for you. You deserve this. Never date another woman without telling them about this early on. But believe me, no one will want to date you. No woman wants to date a bedwetter. That’s a deal-breaker from the start. Look at you in that diaper. This is how I will think of you whenever I see you from now on. John, the diaper-wearing bedwetting loser. “ “ Now, sit down on the floor, and I’ll tell you what else is going to happen. I’m not through with you by a long shot. If you ever ask someone else out on a date, you will tell me who and provide a number. I will contact them and make sure that you followed my rule that you would tell them you are a bedwetter on the first date. I’ll then make a lunch date to see if you did. I’ll bring it up and ask them about it. Who knows, maybe I’ll discover someone as freakish as you who doesn’t mind dating a bedwetter. But very much doubt that. They’ll laugh and run from you just as fast as I would have had you told me---which you should have---you fuckhead. If you don’t tell me about your date, I will find out and make it so much worse for you. Always remember that I have the pic of you in wet diapers. “ “ But that’s not all. I was hoping you could buy a calendar that allows you to tear away each month—Mark with a gold star each of your dry nights and with a W for your wet nights. At the beginning of each month, drop off that month for me at the office. Put it into an envelope. I want to see how your bedwetting progresses. I think this will provide an incentive for you to overcome this, maybe. Of course, I can’t promise that I won’t share this with anyone else, including a new boyfriend or office mate. So there may be some smiles as you drop it off each month. “ “Promise you will do this. PROMISE, John. I think you want to obey me, don’t you, John? Of course, you do. Bedwetters are so beta. I can’t think of anyone more submissive than a diaper-wearing bedwetter. Don’t ever think of not obeying me, John. Now go clean up out of your wet diaper. I’m heading off to meet up with some of the girls from the office. They knew I came over here to confront you about the bedwetting and will want to know how it went. It will be so embarrassing to admit that I