Why couldn't I just be normal, and stop wetting the bedlike some little kid?GREENEveryone could see them. There was nothing I could do about it. Thick...,bulky diapers under my plaid skirt. After my accident in class, the schoolsaid that for sanitary reasons, I had to wear a diaper. Trauma-inducedstress incontinence, they called it. Even if nobody said anything, I knewthey were staring. Looking at the way the padding between my legs forcedme to waddle. How it crinkled with each step. Why wouldn't. Again we fought over clothing but now there were my things. Lori was also given sexy new clothes as she was just turning 13 and was already seeing a boy. That boy was called Romero and he only knew me as Lori's sister. When Romero 1st saw me dressed in a mini-dress stocking and high heals he was obviously interested but could not act on it because of Lori's jealous nature. Tie pasted and Lori's interest in her boyfriend faded. The next time I saw Romero he was 15 and I was 14. He had come by he. I watched him leave the office, walking towards the rooms and met up with him. He said he got the hour short stay rate. The room was covered by mirrors. It felt like i was standing in front of a dressing room mirror. i turned out the light. i started undoing his pants. He stopped me saying he wanted it to be a memorable party if this was gonna be the only time. He was gonna hit the liquor store and asked if Bourbon and beer was okay with me. i said i liked Jim Beam and asked if he could pick up. I was happy for the first time on a Monday. Something good had happened. Never has such a beautiful girl sat next to me. Back from my younger days I always prayed for a good-looking girl in the same birth as mine when I travel in trains but irctc had ensured that my wish never comes true. But in the next compartment, they will have college girls going home on vacation. And I will get f 58, f 62 and m56 near me. Same was the case when I travel in buses. I had cursed god every time that had.