Prompt:

Write a story about wearing an incontinence protection device in a bodysuit with a rear zipper. Make the main character female

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The soft, silky fabric of the bodysuit felt luxurious against Sarah’s skin, a stark contrast to the slight crinkle of the thin incontinence protection device she’d carefully placed underneath. Tonight was her friend Chloe’s birthday, and Sarah was determined to feel good, despite the little secret she carried. The dark emerald bodysuit, with its elegant high neck and daringly low-cut back culminating in a delicate rear zipper, was her favorite. It usually made her feel powerful and chic.

Lately, however, a shadow of anxiety had begun to creep into her dressing routine. A recent, unwelcome development had made her cautious. Occasional urges, sudden and strong, had led to a few embarrassing near-misses. Her doctor had assured her it was likely temporary, perhaps stress-related, and suggested some exercises and, for peace of mind, some light incontinence protection.

The idea had initially felt mortifying. But the reality of a small, discreet pad designed for such situations wasn’t as bad as her imagination had conjured. Still, the thought of anyone knowing made her stomach clench.

Tonight, the bodysuit presented a particular challenge. The rear zipper, while stylish, meant there was no easy way to discreetly adjust or check things without a contortionist act or asking for help. She’d chosen the thinnest, most absorbent option she could find, hoping it would be virtually undetectable.

With a deep breath, Sarah wriggled into the bodysuit. The fabric smoothed over her frame, clinging in all the right places. She carefully maneuvered the protection into position, ensuring no edges were visible through the sleek material. The moment of truth arrived: the zipper.

Reaching behind her, she fumbled for the tiny pull. The fabric was taut, and she had to be careful not to snag the delicate lace trim that lined the zipper. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she pulled it up. Each tiny click of the zipper teeth felt amplified in the silence of her bedroom. Finally, it reached the top, the little metal tab settling neatly against her neck.

She turned to the mirror, her heart pounding. From the front, she looked exactly as she’d hoped – sophisticated and ready to celebrate. She tentatively turned to the side, then angled her back. The bodysuit flowed smoothly, no tell-tale lines or bulges. Relief washed over her.

At the party, the music was loud, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and conversation. Sarah mingled, sipping her drink and chatting with friends. A nervous flutter occasionally rose in her chest, a fleeting reminder of her hidden precaution. But she pushed it down, focusing on enjoying Chloe’s happiness.

Later in the evening, as the dance floor filled, Sarah found herself laughing and swaying to the music. Suddenly, a wave of urgency hit her. It was unexpected and strong, and for a terrifying moment, she froze. Her mind raced, picturing the worst-case scenario.

Panic threatened to overwhelm her. She instinctively pressed her legs together, trying to regain control. The feeling subsided slightly, but the fear lingered. She needed to get to the bathroom, and fast.

Making her excuses, she navigated through the crowd, her steps quickening. Once inside the relative privacy of the restroom stall, she took a shaky breath. A wave of self-consciousness washed over her. This was the moment of truth.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her neck and carefully unzipped the bodysuit, just enough to discreetly assess the situation. Her fingers brushed against the familiar softness of the protective layer. A wave of relief, so profound it almost made her weak, washed over her. It had worked. The thin pad had done its job.

No one would ever know.

Taking a few more deep breaths, Sarah adjusted the bodysuit and re-zipped it. The small act felt like a victory. She wasn’t defined by this temporary inconvenience. She could still wear beautiful clothes, still go out and have fun.

When she returned to the party, her steps were lighter, her smile genuine. The anxiety that had been clinging to her all evening had finally dissipated. The bodysuit, with its tricky rear zipper, no longer felt like a source of worry, but rather a symbol of her resilience. She had faced her fear, and she had come out feeling more confident than before. Tonight, she wasn't just celebrating Chloe's birthday; she was celebrating her own quiet strength.