Megan is a bright young cat of eleven years, though she's also very insecure about the fact that she has to wear diapers. She's been bladder-incontinent her whole life, and though she changes her own diapers, it still makes her feel like a baby compared to her peers. Her little sister Zoey, however, is a different story. Unlike Megan, Zoey was fully potty trained surprisingly young, and has always been considered very responsible for her age. While she doesn't want to admit it, Megan feels a little resentment that Zoey is two years younger than her, and yet she gets to wear big girl panties while Megan doesn't. One day, Megan was doing her laundry. Since all of her clothes were dirty, she was wearing just her diaper and an oversized t-shirt from her mom. Also in the laundry room was a basket of Zoey's clothes, fresh from the dryer. Sitting on top was a pair of Zoey's panties. At this point, Megan already felt insecure about being in diapers while her little sister was potty trained. But seeing her underwear sitting out in the open like this, almost as if to taunt her, made something snap inside of Megan's brain. Megan knew she would likely never be able to be potty trained. But she could bring Zoey down to her level. It was certainly a cruel plan, but Megan was insecure and resentful, and she wanted someone else to understand what it was like. Not having control over your own bodily functions, the embarrassment of having to wear a big puffy diaper everywhere you go. She wanted somebody to share the misery with. Later that night, Megan set her plan into action. While Zoey was asleep, Megan brought a warm bowl of water by her bed and gently lowered the girl's hand inside. After waiting for a while, Megan could see a wet spot start to form in Zoey's pajamas. Then, her bed. Once the water did its trick, Megan took the bowl of water back to the kitchen and dumped it out, so as not to leave any evidence. That morning, Zoey woke up in soaked pajamas. Confused and upset, she went to find Mom. "Mom... I think I had an accident." Looking down at Zoey's soaked pajama bottoms, Mom simply said "Oh dear", then walked into the bedroom to see how bad the damage was. "Just as I thought, we're going to need to wash your sheets, too. Why don't you grab some clothes and go to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I'll get the sheets." Zoey was still upset. "Why did this happen? I've never wet the bed before." "Oh, don't worry too much about it, dear. These things happen sometimes. It's probably just a freak occurrence, that's all. Now, when you're done getting changed, bring your pajamas to the laundry room so I can wash them." Zoey, now feeling a little better, grabbed some clothes from her dresser and went into the bathroom to clean up. Megan was already downstairs eating breakfast when she noticed Mom carrying Zoey's clothes to the washer - her plan was working. However, it wasn't enough yet. That night, she once again placed a bowl of warm water underneath Zoey's extended hand. This time, Zoey had wet the bed even sooner than before. Yet again, Megan took the bowl back to the kitchen so as not to arouse suspicion, then got back into bed. The next morning, Zoey woke up to another wet bed. This time, she was starting to get a little worried. "Mom, you don't think I have something wrong with me, do you? I mean, Megan..." Mom put a hand on Zoey's shoulder. "Honey, that's different. Look, why don't you just take some steps to see if you can prevent it? Don't drink anything too close to bedtime, and make sure you're not too excited or stressed before getting into bed. Let's try that before worrying about anything else, OK?" Zoey smiled. "OK, Mom." That night, as Zoey was getting ready for bed, she made a conscious effort to use the bathroom and avoid water before bed. She was also practicing meditation techniques she learned from a book she rented from the library. After getting herself sufficiently relaxed, Zoey got under the covers and turned off her bedside lamp. "Good night, Megan." "Good night, Zoey." Megan knew she was getting close to her desired outcome. After Zoey fell asleep, Megan once again did the water trick on her sister. And once again, Zoey wet the bed. When Zoey awoke that morning, she was mortified. "No... I thought for sure that would work...", Zoey said, on the verge of tears. She got up to get her mother. "Mom, I did what you said, but... it didn't work." "Oh, dear", Mom said, sympathetically. "Now I'm starting to worry there could be something wrong after all. Don't worry, I'll call the doctor on Monday. In the meantime, wait here." Mom went into her closet and dug out a package. "These are some of Megan's old diapers from a couple of years ago. You can wear these at night so you don't wet the bed, they should fit you just fine." "{sniff) O-ok". Zoey knew this was a possibility, but she was hoping it wouldn't come to this. But it was still preferable to wetting the bed. Megan walked into the room and noticed Zoey putting her pack of diapers in her dresser. "Well, how about that", Megan stated, smugly. "Looks like we're both wearing diapers now." "I just don't understand", Zoey said sadly. "I never wet the bed before. Why am I doing it so much now?" "Eh, don't worry about it, kid. Probably just something horribly wrong with your bladder", Megan taunted. "Maybe you'll have to wear diapers forever and ever!". Zoey was visibly horrified by this. "Stop it, Megan!" "Hey, that's just life for me." Megan said, matter-of-factly. Zoey's demeanor as she realized what her sister was saying. This IS what Megan has to deal with every day. And she's making a big deal because she only has to wear diapers at night. "...Sorry, Megan. I guess there's nothing wrong with wearing diapers", said Zoey. Megan was surprised by her apology, she wasn't expecting that kind of show of compassion from her sister. That night, Megan and Zoey were getting ready for bed, now with both girls putting on a diaper. After getting hers on, Megan noticed Zoey having some trouble. "Hey, Zoey, need some help?" Megan offered. Zoey was standing by her bed trying desperately to get her tapes to stick. "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." "Well for starters, you're standing up. It's much easier when you're laying down. Here, lemme walk you through it." Megan said, as Zoey laid down on the bed on top of her diaper. "Now, grab the front part and bring it towards you. Good, now take one side of it and tuck it down to your hip as far as you can get it. There you go! Now just pull the tape part up, and... perfect! Now just do the other side, and you're done!" Zoey stood up after finishing taping her diaper, and to her delight, it actually stayed up. After getting their pajamas on, both girls said their good nights and got into to bed. Megan woke up sometime in the middle of the night and looked over at Zoey, sleeping on her stomach with her arm hanging over the bed as usual. (Should I do the warm water thing again tonight?) Megan thought to herself. (Well, she was nice to me earlier. But on the other hand, she really hasn't had the full experience yet until she wets her diaper...). Megan prepared another bowl of warm water and put it under Zoey's hand before crawling back into bed. That morning, Zoey got up earlier than usual. She felt between her legs; wet diaper. Zoey shivered at how clammy it felt, though she was glad at least it was contained inside her pants this time. Stepping out of bed, she noticed something next to her feet. A... bowl of water? Zoey grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take off her diaper and clean up. Once she was dressed, she walked downstairs where her mother was sitting at the kitchen table. "Good morning, Zoey! How did you sleep last night?" Zoey yawned. "OK, I guess. I, uh... it... got wet, last night", she said, embarrassed. "Hm... well, were your pajamas dry?", Mom asked. "And your bed?" "Yes", Zoey stated. "Well, good! That means the diapers are working." Zoey went to the cupboard to grab a cup to drink out of. "Hey, Mom, did you put a bowl next to my bed?" Mom looked at Zoey, confused. "What bowl?" "There was a bowl of water next to my bed when I woke up." "........Really?" Mom said, starting to piece together what was going on. She started up the stairs to the girls' bedroom, with Zoey following close behind. Megan was just now beginning to wake from her sleep, As she studied her surroundings, she realized Zoey wasn't in bed, but the bowl of water was still there; she had fallen asleep before she could get rid of it last night. Even more concerningly, her mother was now standing in the doorframe of the bedroom, looking none too pleased. "Megan", Mom started. "Did you put that bowl there last night? Tell me the truth." Megan had a guilty look on her face. "...yes." "And how many nights have you done this?" "...The last four nights", Megan admitted. "What's going on?" asked Zoey. "I'll tell you what's going on", said Mom. "It seems that Megan has been doing the warm water prank to you. You put someone's hand in warm water while they sleep and it makes them wet the bed. Your bedwetting has been entirely Megan's fault". Zoey was shocked. "Megan? Is that true? Why would you do that??" Megan looked at the ground. "I'm sorry... I just. Well, I know it sounds bad. But I just wanted someone else to know how embarrassing it is when you can't control your bladder and you have to wear diapers. I'm sorry, Zoey." Mom put her hand on Megan's shoulder. "Thank you for apologizing to your sister. But you still made your sister feel humiliated and scared. Zoey and I are going to go downstairs to discuss what kind of punishment to give you. In the meantime, I'm putting you in time-out. Go stand in that corner until I tell you that you can come out", Mom said, pointing to the corner of the room. Megan gestured to her wet diaper under her pajamas. "But, Mom..." "No buts, young lady. Now move". Megan sighed and went to stand in the corner, fidgeting her hands. "Remember, your bedroom is directly above the living room, so if you move from that spot, I'll hear it." Mom and Zoey left the bedroom, leaving Megan alone to sulk in the corner. After about 15 minutes, Mom and Zoey re-entered the room. "All right, Megan, you can come out of the corner now", said Mom. Megan turned around. "Your little scheme made Zoey feel manipulated and embarrassed. With that in mind, we've come up with what I believe is a fitting punishment for you. For the next month, you are no longer allowed to change your own diapers. Instead, your little sister will now be your caretaker. She will keep track of your diaper, and she will change you when she feels that you need it." Megan was horrified by this news. Having your diaper changed by your little sister? Talk about humiliating. "Furthermore, if you're caught trying to change your own diaper during this period, the month will start over, and you'll be grounded on top of that. Is all of that clear?" Megan nodded. "Good. Now, Zoey, I believe Megan is still wet, so you can get started right away", said Mom. With Mom out of the room, Zoey grabbed a clean diaper, some wipes, and some baby powder off the shelf and brought them to the bed. "OK, Megan, take off your pants and lie down on the bed", Zoey instructed. Megan slid her pajama bottoms down and plopped down on the bed, pouting. Zoey untaped Megan's diaper and pulled it out from under her bottom, then slid the clean diaper under her. After wiping down her private area and applying baby powder, Zoey pulled the diaper up and started taping it closed. Just like Megan taught her to do. "All done! Now you can get dressed for the day!" As Zoey put the wipes and powder back on the shelf and left to go downstairs, Megan grumpily got out of her bed and grabbed some clothes to put on. In that moment, she was feeling a mixture of emotions. The frustration of her month-long punishment. The disappointment of getting caught. The embarrassment of having her diaper changed by her little sister. The guilt of what she'd done to deserve it. A weird sense of comfort from her sister taking care of her. That smoldering sense of resentment she had for her sister felt so small now. Despite what Megan put that poor girl through, Zoey's idea of punishment is simply taking care of her. She felt... loved.