Hazel gasps, surprised, letting her bladder run wild over her thighs. She moaned as the urine trickled down her tights and off the fringes of her skirt. Soon, a puddle gathered at her feet.
'I can't hold it, Mom!' she exclaims.
Her Mom sighed. 'It's going to be okay, I'll get you a pull-up, not a diaper.'