[#225] The Alternative

I didn't feel safe; I felt very vulnerable!  Even though Frankie told me how protected I would be, I just felt stupid.  I'm twenty-three - not three!  And I didn't need to wear pull-ups...

"Can I please put on some normal underwear?" I asked again, unable to make eye contact.  Frankie always had a way of diminutizing me, but this was a new low!

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"Those are your normal underwear, now. That's the thing about normal - it's an ever-adjusting constant that you just can't always predict the path of."

Words were my strength, my superpower - I could rule the world without raising a single finger if I wanted to. 

Right now, my conquests were more localized.

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"I don't need them!"

"You got your panties wet last night."

My cheeks turned crimson, not because Frankie was right, but because the facts were getting twisted.  Yes, I got my underwear wet, but not because I had an accident.  Frankie was just... very good at getting me aroused.  I looked away shyly and bit my lip.

"That's not..."

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"You got your panties wet, therefore you can't be trusted to wear panties right now, 'least not ones that can't deal with your damp little indiscretions, doesn't that sound fair? It definitely sounds fair, any adult old enough to wear panties can see that simple truth."

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"I..."

Frankie stepped up to me and tilted my chin up.  Then I felt Frankie's other hand unbutton the front of my jeans and explore the front of my pull-up.  Light touches, pushing the soft padding against my crotch.  A shiver ran up my spine.

"I wonder what happens," Frankie whispered, "if you get this pull-up all wet.  What's the next step, hm?"

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"If one set of wet undies leads you down this path to the first step... of wearing pullups, and then you go and throw a fit and insist that you're entitled to wear panties, all the while just waiting for a moment to soak your pullups? Well, what would happen then?"

I rubbed, slowly, softly, methodically. 

"I guess we're about to find out."