"Jen, phone's for you" shouted Mrs. Williams up the stairs.
" Could there be any worse timing," Jennifer thought to herself. She was in her upstairs bathroom and had just released her very full bowels into her underwear.
"I'm in the bathroom, just hand the phone to be through the door."
Jennifer carefully cracked open the bathroom door, making sure her mother could not possibly notice the load of poop in her pants. She took the phone from her mom and put it to her ear. Her worried demeanor took on a horror stricken look. It was the Indoor Soccer Field, calling to let her know that the remainder of this season would be cancelled due to a reoccurrence of the mold under the turf originally caused by heavy flooding two years ago. She thanked the man and put the phone down. "All that work trying to put together a team, all for nothing." It was hard trying to find enough interest for a girl's indoor team in a high school of 85 where almost every athlete played 3 sports and were not free in the winter and now, after all that work, she would not be able to play after all. She carefully pulled down her underwear and grabbed the poop with a small piece of toilet paper, placing it in the toilet so as not to cause a splash. She could no longer enjoy living out the fantasy of pretending she was in diapers, just having let go after dire need of relief.
Jennifer slowly went downstairs and sat on the couch. "I'm going to have to find something to keep me busy over the winter now that I can't play soccer." She thought for a moment about trying to get on one of those diaper story sites she liked so much, but she decided she really wasn't in the mood, besides, one of her siblings was probably in the computer room anyway.
Jennifer was a 16 year old girl who loved sports and—unbeknownst to all—diapers. She was very pretty, standing about 5'7" 130lbs with green eyes, average sized breasts, and blond hair dropping just below her shoulders. However, looks weren't everything, especially to those at school. She wasn't very popular because she had not hit her growth spurt until about 13, later than any of the other girls in her class. Another disadvantage of small private schools: preconceptions from grade school weren't easily forgotten. People also resented her excellent memory and stellar grades. She had four younger siblings, girls ages 15, 8, and 7 and a 12 year-old brother.
Right now, though, her looks, her athletic abilities, her brains, and even her fetish, brought her no comfort. She felt the overwhelming loss from weeks of work, destroyed by a rainstorm. At the moment, she cared to do nothing besides sit on the couch and mindlessly stare at the cartoons running across the TV screen.