Jamie was sitting in her last class of the day, eagerly waiting for the bell to ring. Tonight, was the night. The biggest house party of the year was merely hours away from starting. Mark, Jamie’s classmate, was holding a party in his parents secluded mansion, just outside of the city limits. Just about everybody and anybody in the college was invited. The party was gearing up to be non-stop fun.

Jamie rocked back and forth in her chair, twirling her long blond hair between her fingers. She had not been paying any attention to the lesson being conducted in front of her. That being said, no one else in the room was either.

“Miss Smith, since you’re paying such close attention, why don’t you come up here and solve this problem?” Mr. Adams was a cruel teacher in that kind of manner. He seemed to enjoy torturing his students.

The loser probably goes home and wanks off to this every night, Jamie wondered. She stood up from her one-piece desk and smoothed out her skirt. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that there were only a few minutes left in class. Hopefully, she could stall for time and avoid solving the issue all together.

She slowly made her way to the board, pretending to be unable to discover the erasable marker left by Mr. Adams for the white board. Suddenly she felt a twinge in her bladder. She really had to pee. Her bladder felt as though she had just finished a large movie theater soda and was now willing to release it. She squeezed her legs together trying to hold back the urge the best she could.

“Mr. Adams, may I please go to the bathroom?” Jamie asked.

“No, we only have three minutes left in class. If you really must go, you can leave after you finish the question. After all, you were paying such close attention. This should be easy for you,” Mr. Adams said. Jamie saw a small smirk cross Mr. Adams’ face. Small enough that you had to expect it to be there to see it.

The pressure continued to create. Jamie, desperate for relief, looked at the issue written on the board. She tried her best to make heads or tails of the question. She knew it was an integral, and they had been learning about them all week, but she had no idea where to begin on the issue. The pressure in her bladder quickly approached her limit. Thankfully it held there mercifully, taunting Jamie with the threat of having an accident in front of all her classmates. Jamie knew she had to admit defeat before things could get any worse.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Adams,” Jamie said. “I can’t solve this. I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll try harder from now on.” Jamie began to bounce back and forth on the balls of her feet, trying to hold back her bladder.

“I’m glad you realize that. Okay, you may be excused before you pee yourself,” Mr. Adams said, letting out a small chuckle, the smile now plain as day.

Jamie knew that he saw that she was doing some form of the potty dance, but at this point she was too desperate to care. It only took Jamie a moment to put down the whiteboard marker before dashing out of the room. She raced down the hallway to the lady’s room. She pushed through the bathroom door and ran into the nearest open stall. Her bladder was screaming in pain, now knowing that release was mere seconds away. She slammed the stall door behind her and loosened her skirt, allowing it to slide down her legs, forming a heap of fabric around her ankles.

Jamie went to pull down her panties, but something was wrong. They wouldn’t budge. She tried to stick her thumbs into the waistband of her pink polka-dotted panties, but the cotton fabric was stuck to her skin. She tried again but it held fast, not yielding in the slightest. The cute pink bow on the front of the panties taunted her with each frantic attempt, refusing to move even as her fingers gripped it in a desperate attempt. Absolute panic set in. Her bladder, now stretched far past its limits, let out another spike of pain.

Jamie abandoned her attempt at prying off her panties. She tried to move just the crotch out of the way, hoping to avoid soaking herself at least. Just like the waistband, it felt like it was superglued to her skin. Tears began to stream down her face as Jamie grew more frustrated. Here she was in her college’s bathroom stall, failing to do something that was completely effortless every other day of her life. She hadn’t had an accident in her panties since she was a little girl.

Jamie braced herself and sat down on the toilet. The floodgates let loose instantly. Her cotton panties did very little to stem the tide as she peed through them. Her panties turned dark pink as they absorbed part of her accident. The wetness spread across her bottom as she continued to relieve herself. By the feel of it, her panties had to be almost completely soaked through.

She sat there in her wet panties and tried the waistband again to no avail. Jamie hunched over, covering her face with her hands. She continued to cry; she couldn’t even start to process what had just happened. Jamie took a couple of minutes to pull it together. She needed a plan. She took a bundle of toilet paper and wiped away her tears and blew her leaking nose.

There’s no easy way out of this, Jamie wondered. Either she could put her skirt back on and hope that she could make it home without anyone noticing. Or, she could wait it out and let everyone leave first before making her way out of the building to her car. The sound of a couple of droplets of pee falling into the toilet brought her back to reality. Judging by the fact that her panties were still dripping, she decided to go with option number two and wait it out.

Time past slowly as Jamie waited for everyone to leave. She had long since read all the graffiti and writing on the bathroom stall wall. She had left her bag back in Mr. Adams classroom, and she really didn’t want to leave the college without it. It had her phone, and she couldn’t live without it, especially not tonight.Jamie began to wonder how this could happen. Never had her panties gotten stuck on her hips, let alone on her crotch. She had worn super tight undies before, but her panties had not been that tight when she had put them on that morning. Not only that, but her bladder had never felt that full or suddenly filled that fast. She had made it a point to go to the bathroom at lunch, just over two hours ago. Something was wrong, and Jamie couldn’t put her thumb on it. It was unexplainable.

By Jamie’s estimation, she must have been in the bathroom for close to half an hour by now. The hallways would be almost empty by now, minimizing any potential embarrassment. Jamie stood up and pulled her skirt back on. She hoped that her skirt wouldn’t get wet from her panties. A lifetime of habit took over and Jamie went to wash her hands, even though she wanted nothing more than to leave. She dried her hands with a couple of sheets of paper towel. As she turned to leave a voice started her.

“That’s a good girl,” the familiar voice said. “Good job on washing your hands after you went potty.”

There was a smugness to the voice, as if she knew what had happened. Jamie turned around, still wrenching the paper towel between her hands. It was Sarah, her long-time rival. Sarah was standing there in an imposing fashion, hands on her hips, square onto Jamie. Her long brunette hair flowed down her back, without any evident styling other than having been brushed at some point.

Sarah and Jamie could have been twins if one did not know better. Same athletic create, same height, same bust size. You name it, they shared it. The only real differences were their faces. Which, to be fair, still looked like they were closely related. And on occasion their hair color and style preferences. Sarah had occasionally been known to dye her hair blond, the exact same shade as Jamie’s hair. That had been confusing for everyone.

“What do you want, Sarah?” Jamie asked. Jamie was annoyed and exasperated to discover her nemesis waiting for her, on today of all days.

“I just wanted to check to make sure that you made it to the potty, all right? You seemed to be quite distressed back in class,” Sarah said. She was trying her best to hide a knowing smile on her face, but it still managed to peak through.

“I made it just fine, thank you,” Jamie said. “And why do you keep calling it ‘the potty’. We aren’t three years old anymore.” Jamie was growing more irritated over Sarah’s intrusion. She knew that Sarah had to have some hidden agenda. It was completely out of character for her to show any level of care to her. A seed of worry began to grow in Jamie’s mind. Sarah had something to do with this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have waited for her.

“No, I guess not. But anyone our age would be more than capable of making it to the potty,” Sarah said. “Why don’t you show me your panties? Just so I can make sure.”

“No! Eww. Why would you even ask me that?” Jamie said.

“Oh, sorry. I’m still getting used to this,” Sarah said. She flicked her hand at Jamie. At that moment, Jamie felt a cold shiver run straight down the length of her spine.

“Now, let me try that again. Show me your panties,” Sarah said with a heightened sense of authority.

“As if that will work,” Jamie said.

“You don’t think so? Why don’t you look at what you’re doing?” Sarah said.

Jamie turned her head to see her reflection in the mirror. She gasped. In the mirror she could see that her body had betrayed her. Her hands were now holding her skirt up. Her, just barely less than dripping, urine-stained panties were on full display for Sarah to see. Jamie’s cheeks burned crimson in embarrassment. Jamie tried to lower her arms but found that she was no longer in control of them.

“Oh my. It seems that someone is not as grown up as they thought,” Sarah said. The barely hidden smile had broken loose and was now fully on display. Sarah took out her phone and started to take photos. Judging by the fake shutter sound, Sarah had taken several pictures, forever immortalizing Jamie’s shame.

“It’s not my fault,” Jamie stammered. For the second time today, she was about to cry. “My panties wouldn’t come down.” Sarah laughed.

“Do you still think you are too old to ask to go to the potty?” Sarah asked.

“Yes. I’m not three years old,” Jamie said defiantly.

“If you’re so sure, we can try this again,” Sarah said. She flicked her wrist again at Jamie. Suddenly, Jamie’s bladder was back to bursting. Jamie’s eyes went wide.

“How did you…” Jamie’s voice trailed off. The realization that she was about to have another accident had set in. And this time directly in front of Sarah. She crossed her legs and tried to squeeze back the need to pee. She started to dance back and forth on the balls of her feet again.

“Oh my,” Sarah said, letting out a small chuckle. “It looks like someone is doing a potty dance. Does someone need to go potty?”

Jamie needed to get out of this situation. She could run out into the hallway. That way she could at least escape Sarah. But there was no telling who was out in the hallway. She was gonna pee, there was no doubt about that. It was more a matter of where than when at this point. Or, she could play along with Sarah’s plan. A plan which no doubt would lead to unexpected places. After weighing her options, she came to a decision. She would play Sarah’s game.

“Yes, please help me,” Jamie said. Her face was the reddest it had ever been in her entire life.

“Hmm? What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you,” Sarah said. “You’ll have to speak up.”

“Please help me go to the potty,” Jamie said. Now she just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. But she knew that was not an option, unfortunately.

“That’s much better. See, I knew you were a big girl,” Sarah said. “Let’s get you onto the potty before you have another accident.”

Sarah crossed the distance between them, took Jamie by the hand, and led her into the bathroom stall she had just come from.

“Oh, look at this,” Sarah said gesturing at the toilet seat. “It looks like someone did not clean up after themselves. Look at all the pee they left on the seat.”

Jamie’s face continued to burn a deep crimson color with all the blood flushing out her cheeks. She didn’t realize that she had left some of her previous accident all over the seat. But it made sense that some of it would have leaked out of her dripping wet underwear.

Sarah passed Jamie a bunched-up mass of toilet paper, making the expectation very clear. Jamie would have to clean up her mess before she would be allowed to relieve herself. The pressure on her bladder grew more urgent as she got to work. All in all, there wasn’t that much on the seat, but it would have been unpleasant for the next person to use the stall nonetheless.

“There we go, all clean,” Jamie said. She threw the soaked toilet paper into the toilet. “Now may I go potty, please.” She really had to go and wouldn’t last much longer if she tried to withstand playing Sarah’s game.

“Such a polite girl. I wonder what happened to my little rebel from earlier,” Sarah said. Her smile had returned to her face. Jamie knew that Sarah was enjoying this too much for it to just be a chance encounter. Magic had to be involved somehow. But magic doesn’t exist, does it? Jamie wondered.

“Here let me help you.” Sarah said. “Turn around and face me.” Jamie turned, now face to face with her tormentor. She couldn’t look her straight in the eyes, her shame had humbled her too deeply.

“Show me your panties again,” Sarah commanded. Jamie involuntarily lifted her skirt once again, showing off her childish shame.

“Now there we go. Such a cute choice of panties Jamie. They really bring you your maturity,” Sarah said with a laugh. “Here, I’ll pull them down and you can go potty. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jamie said. She really wanted this whole thing to be over as fast as efficient.

Sarah grabbed Jamie’s panties and wiggled them down her full hips. The wet fabric clung to her thighs, dragging all the way down to her knees before they fell to her feet with a wet flop.

“The skirt too. We can’t have you ruining it any further, now can we?” Sarah said. She pulled the skirt down, adding it to the mound of clothing at Jamie’s feet.

Jamie didn’t need anything more to happen, her bladder was beyond its absolute limit once again. She plopped down on the toilet and released her bladder. Sweet relief flooded through Jamie, the like of which she had never felt before. It felt almost orgasmic. The deluge of pee slowed down to just a trickle. Jamie was amazed at the amount that had come out of her. When she had finally come down from the emotional high of relieving herself, she found Sarah in front of her offering her another bunched-up mass of toilet paper.

“Here, don’t forget to wipe,” Sarah said. She offered the toilet paper to Jamie, who took it quickly to avoid any further embarrassing situations. Jamie made sure to thoroughly wipe and made a big show of it. She dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and reached back to flush the toilet.

Jamie stood up and went to reach for her skirt and panties around her ankles but found them to be missing much to her surprise. She looked at Sarah expecting an answer.

“We can’t have you wearing wet clothes, now can we?” Sarah said. “Your skirt and panties were absolutely ruined. So, I cleaned them and sent them home to your dresser. They should both be nicely folded in your top drawer. You’re welcome.”

“But,” Jamie stammered, “What am I going to wear. You can’t expect me to leave here without anything to cover my bottom.”

“You’re right. We will just have to find something more age appropriate for you,” Sarah said. She flicked her hand at the far bathroom wall and a bright flash of light emanated from the wall. When Jamie looked at the wall, she saw a enormous baby changing station appear, complete with a coin operated diaper and wipe dispensing machine.

Jamie’s jaw dropped. She could not even believe what was going on. This must be a joke, she wondered.

“Come on. Let’s get your bum up on the change table. We need to get you dressed to go out,” Sarah said.

“You can’t be serious?” Jamie said.

“Oh, but I am. We both know that you have trouble making it to the potty. If I’m not there to help you, then how will you be able to get your undies off? Hmm?” Sarah said.

“You did that, it’s not my fault,” Jamie said.

“Are you sure about that?” Sarah said. She flicked her hand at Jamie. The familiar tingling feeling passed down Jamie’s spine. Jamie knew that Sarah had changed something, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Why don’t you show me how a big girl goes potty?” Sarah said. “I imagine that your bladder is feeling quite full again.”

It was. Jamie’s bladder was back to felling like it was exploding. She rushed back to the potty and sat down and let loose. Sweet relief flooded her mind again. Only this time her bliss was interrupted by the uncontrollable laughter of Sarah, who had now doubled over, clutching onto her knees for support.

“Oh my, that’s too good,” Sarah said. “Take a look at yourself.”

Jamie looked down only to discover her skirt and panties had returned. And now she just had another accident in them. The feeling of wet clingy fabric had now returned, replacing the bliss that relieving herself had brought.

“But that’s not fair,” Jamie said. “I can’t even pull down my own panties. It’s all your fault.” Jamie started to pout. It just wasn’t fair.

“Are you sure? You didn’t even try. Have you already forgotten how to go to the potty like a big girl?” Sarah teased.

Jamie blushed. It’s true that she didn’t even try. She didn’t know that she had been dressed either. Tentatively, Jamie slid a hand down into the waist band of her panties and found that they pulled away easily from her skin.

“But, but, but…” Jamie’s voice trailed off.

“You had an accident all fair and square.” Sarah said before flicking her hand at Jamie once again. “Now, let’s get you changed.”

Sarah reached out a hand to Jamie and helped her off the potty.

“Now you have a choice to make,” Sarah said. “Either you voluntarily sit your cute butt on the change table, and I show you a bit of leniency. Or, I will command you to get up there and I guarantee you won’t enjoy it as much as I will.”

Jamie was a bundle of raw emotions. Shame, embarrassment, and confusion were the big three that had knit themselves into a blanket of disorientation that now hung over her head. She once again had a choice to make, and this one seemed to be cut and dry.

Jamie took a couple of careful slow steps to the change table. Her mind was set, she would play Sarah’s game. Jamie felt a sharp slap to her behind causing her to let out a yelp.

“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” Sarah said. The slap had left a pink hand print mark on Jamie’s naked bottom. Sarah must have taken away her skirt and panties at some point because Jamie did not remember taking them off herself.

Jamie covered the rest of the distance in a hurried leap, mostly trying to avoid another swat to her bottom. She climbed onto the change table and swung her shapely legs over. She laid back, resting her head in a padded divot in the table.

“That’s a good girl.” Sarah said. She brought out the securing straps on the table and tied Jamie to the table by the waist. A second strap went just beneath Jamie’s bust. Now Jamie was unable to escape, even if she wanted too. Her hands couldn’t get close to the buckled to release the straps. Jamie was now fully under Sarah’s control. Magic or not.

“Now, now,” Sarah said. “What should I put you in. I guess we will have to put you in something lighter than a big fluffy diaper. That would have made you waddle.” Sarah stroked her chin, as if she was playing with an imaginary goatee.

“Here, I’ve got just the thing,” Sarah said. She reached into her purse, which had transformed from its usual small black stylish design to full blown zipper topped tote. Sarah pulled out a pink princess pullup diaper and a sleeve of wipes.