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I got a call from Neil around lunchtime on Friday. He was whispering into the phone, and it was really difficult to understand what he was saying until finally he hissed, ” I had an accident. Can you bring me a pair of underwear? Please, Val!” I sighed heavily. The last thing I wanted to do on my Friday was go down to the school to give that naughty boy a pair of his briefs.
I’d been telling his Mother he needed to be in diapers 24/7 due to his reoccurring accidents. However, she said it was just a phase, and he would grow out of it. I wondered if he’d grow out of it a lot quicker if, instead of bringing him briefs, I brought him a pair of his babysitter’s panties.
Babysitter’s Panties
By the time I got to the school, Neil was already back in class. I told the receptionist that he had an accident and called me for a fresh pair of undies. Given the sensitive nature of my being there, she let me waltz right down the hall to his class. I knocked softly, and the teacher called out for me to come in.
“How can I help you?” She squinted at me as if wondering what a college student was doing in her classroom. I looked down the rows of curious faces and saw Neil turning bright red. He had his jacket tied over his lap, and I knew he’d hidden the accident until now.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a tiny pink thong. Neil’s eyes were so wide I thought they might fall out of his head. “Neil wet himself and called me to bring him new panties.” I waggled them from my fingers as the class erupted in laughter. “Well, come and get them.”
Poor Neil slithered from his seat and walked up the aisle to take them from me. The teacher excused him to go change in the restroom and thanked me for bringing them. “See you at home, Buddy.” I bet that little punk doesn’t wet himself at school again.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243