S L The Embarrassing Present

Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature embarrassment, pullups, and wetting.

This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.

The Story

"Hi, am I the last here?" Dillion said, entering the bedroom where five other teenage girls were all sat around. They were in a large detached house at No. 12 Lavender Lane, a cul-de-sac in a wealthy neighbourhood.

"Yes unsurprisingly, are you ever not last!" Macarena teased her tardy friend.

"Sorry! Anyway, happy birthday again!" Dillion chuckled, having already seen the girl at high school earlier. She passed Macarena her present, then sat on the bed besides Alix and Lexi who she noticed seemed to be wearing matching outfits.

Macarena, sat on her dressing table stool, unwrapped the present and thanked Dillion. It was a vinyl of one of her favourite singers, as she had told all her friends that her mom was getting her a record player for her birthday so they had arranged to each get her a different vinyl.

The girl had just turned eighteen, being the last out of her group of school friends to do so, and she was having a slumber party for her birthday. She was of Spanish heritage, with fair olive complexion, dark hazel eyes, brown hair that was so dark that it often looked black, and a slender body.

"It's lucky your birthday wasn't tomorrow, otherwise it would have clashed with Brooke's house party!" Dillion said, referring to a huge party on Saturday that was being thrown by another girl who went to their high school, Ginerva Academy, with the entire senior year invited.

"Yeah, no one would be here if it did!" Jessie, who was sat on the floor on some cushions, teased.

"Well, thanks!" Macarena said sarcastically. "I wish it was next week, as I'm going to my bisabuela's tomorrow for a family birthday party so I'm missing it."

"Bisabuela?" Alix asked. She was new to the group, having been adopted just last weekend by Lexi's mom who had always desired to have twin daughters (hence their matching outfits), so she didn't know what some of the Spanish words that Macarena occasionally used meant, though in truth this one wasn't familiar to any of the other girls neither.

"It means great grandmother. I haven't seen her in a few years but she wanted to have me and some of the family visit for my birthday." Macarena explained. Her great grandmother had four daughters, eight grandchildren, and seventeen great grandchildren, so the girl didn't know her that well, but she felt it was nice that the woman had remembered her eighteenth birthday and organised a celebration, even if it meant she was missing out on the biggest house party of the year because of it.

"Are you not seeing Lou?" Rosenda asked, perched on wooden chest. Lou was Macarena's girlfriend, who was a couple of years older and a student at Violet Liberal Arts College but worked part-time at a coffee shop where the girl tended to go to study on the weekend, which is where they had met.

"Yeah, she's actually going to be coming tomorrow to meet the wider family... poor girl!" Macarena laughed. "Then on Sunday we're spending the day together."

"Aw cute!" Jessie said. The girls chatted, bantered, and gossiped until Macarena's mom, Maribel, came in with a tray of drinks. She was an attractive woman, in her late thirties, slim with straight dark brown hair.

"A parcel has just arrived for you, I think it's a present from bisabuela." Maribel told her daughter, as she handed each of the teens a soda.

"Oh really? That's nice but she didn't really need to send it as we'll be seeing her tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess she just wanted for you to have it on your actual birthday." Maribel shrugged. "Let me fetch it as it's a box so I couldn't carry it with the tray!"

The girls continued chatting, until Maribel returned with the wrapped present, having arrived enclosed in a parcel.

"Thanks mamá, I'll open it later." Macarena said, recalling that the previous year the woman had sent her a doll, which she had kept in the wooden chest that Rosenda was perched on, not having much use for toys at her age.

"Come on Macarena, open it now! I love seeing people unwrap presents!" Jessie urged.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like it's a vinyl so let's see what it is!" Dillion joined in.

"Come on, I'm interested too." Maribel added, so Macarena unwrapped the present, a little reluctantly as she was afraid it would be another doll which her friends would laugh at. Inside the gift box was two things neatly wrapped in tissue paper, neither looking like a doll, so Macarena, herself intrigued at what the gift could be, unwrapped the first tissue paper parcel.

It was a dress, pastel purple in colour with a pattern of pink and white flowers across the top. The neckline, high so no cleavage would be displayed, was frilly and the short sleeves were white sheer fabric. In the centre of the chest, the top was adorned with a pink and purple fabric flower, and the skirt was in two layers, the underneath being pastel purple with the same pattern of flowers, and the overskirt being wispy purple tulle.

"Let us all see." Maribel asked, as Macarena looked at the dress wide-eyed, thinking it was like something a princess doll would wear, and blushing, she showed the room. Everyone was just as surprised as Macarena, and most of the girls had to withhold giggles, finding the girlish dress funny but not wanting to offend as it was a gift from the girl's great grandmother.

Maribel had to suppress a laugh too. "What a pretty dress, I think it'll look very nice on you..."

"Shut up mamá, it's ridiculous! Bisabuela does realise I'm eighteen doesn't she?"

"I think so, why, do you think it's too small?" Maribel said, and couldn't stifle a little laugh which reassured the rest of the girls that they could giggle too without causing offence.

Macarena checked inside, and found the dress was actually in her size.

"What was bisabuela thinking?" She shook her head, confused at why the woman, who apparently knew her size, had chosen such a girly dress for her.

"What's the other gift?" Lexi asked, and Macarena turned her attention to the other tissue paper parcel, bigger than the first, and even more reluctantly unwrapped this.

It was a pack of pullups, purple with a pattern of flowers so they practically matched the dress. Macarena blushed in embarrassment. "Does she think I still wet myself?"

"Do you?" Dillion teased.

"No!"

"You did use to so guess she just doesn't realise you stopped...." Maribel said.

"That was over a decade ago!" Macarena protested before any of her friends thought it might have been more recent.

"Yes, but she is getting old so maybe she is just a bit forgetful and mixed up. She did go to the trouble of buying you those things and sending them on for you to have on your birthday, so don't be ungrateful."

Macarena sighed, feeling a little bad at being so frustrated with her great grandmother. "I suppose, I guess it is the thought that counts, and it seems to have given everyone a laugh at least."

"I think you should try it on!" Dillion said.

"No way!"

"Aww, come on, you have to at least wear it once!" Lexi laughed, especially keen as her mom still picked the clothes she wore, which Macarena sometimes teased her about so it seemed time for a little payback.

"I think you should, bisabuela got them for you to wear after all, not just to give everyone a giggle." Maribel said with a smirk.

"Oh go away mamá!" Macarena rolled her eyes, and her mom laughed but left the teens to their teasing, thinking that her daughter would eventually be persuaded to be a good sport and try the outfit on.

Macarena dumped the dress and pullups back into the gift box, and tried to change the topic or start a game of Electronic Dream Phone, a battered old boardgame she had dug out the attic, being something they used to all play at slumber parties that was nostalgically fun even though none of the girls were actually interested in boys...

However the other girls, mostly Dillion, Jessie, and Lexi but even Alix despite being new to the group, kept urging her to try the dress so groaning as she knew unless she put it on, everyone would be going on about it all evening, the girl relented.

She pulled the dress out of the box, and headed to the bathroom to get changed, however Dillion called after her. "Don't forget these."

Macarena turned to see the girl was tearing open the pack of pullups, taking one out and tossing it across the room to her friend.

"Thanks!" Macarena said sarcastically, catching the pullup.

In the bathroom, she took off her tee and jeans, and sighed as she even pulled down her underwear, knowing that her friends would want to check she had put the pullup on. She unfolded the pullup and tugged it on, hoping that it would be too small for her to actually wear but it fitted snugly... apparently her great grandmother had made sure they fitted her too.

Macarena blushed at her reflection, seeing how silly she looked with the purple patterned pullup contrasting with her white bra. She hadn't worn one in years but feeling the slight padding against her butt reminded her of when she used to wear them due to a wetting problem, though she had never expected to find herself in them again.

The girl then pulled on the dress, and moodily looked at herself again in the mirror. The top, with the frilly neckline far above her chest, meant no cleavage was visible, and was loose enough for it to hide the shape of her breasts, making them look smaller than they actually were. The little sheer white sleeves made her shoulders look cute, and the skirt went down to just her lower thighs, though it looked like it was intended to be a little longer which caused her slim legs to seem gangly like she just had a growth spurt. The tulle overskirt emphasised the girlishness of the rest of the flowery patterned dress.

Macarena couldn't believe she was going to allow herself to be seen dressed like this, but returned to her bedroom thinking that at least she was only embarrassing herself in front of a few friends.

"No photos!" She insisted when she entered to a chorus of giggles and teasing comments.

"Come on, lift up your skirt to show us what's underneath!" Jessie insisted and Macarena moodily complied, to a fit of laughter when the other teens saw the pullups beneath the girly raised skirt. Dillion, Jessie, and Lexi laughed the most, though Alix found it equally funny, just was more hesitant to guffaw as she didn't know Macarena so well. Rosenda was the most reserved, as unbeknownst to her friends, she was actually having some trouble with incontinence at her ballet classes, so the sight of pullups wasn't so unfamiliar to her.

"Let's play the telephone game then!" Macarena said, unfolding the board on the floor, and the rest of the teens gathered round. "I'll wear this outfit until the game finishes, then I'm changing into my pyjamas."

"Aww, but you look so adorable!" Lexi teased, thinking her friend would never be able to poke run at her again for the dresses her mom still bought her (and Alix now too) if the girl's great grandmother was getting her outfits like the purple dress.

****

The next morning, after her friends were gone, Macarena and her mom drove to her great grandmother's house which was a few hours away. Lou had a morning shift at the coffee shop then some college work to do, so had said that she'd join them in time for the party that evening.

When they arrived, they were welcomed by Isabel, Macarena's grandmother, who had arrived first.

"Hi abuelita!" The teen hugged the woman, who was fifty-seven and still attractive with her smooth olive complexion having aged gracefully, and her hair still dark brown though she used dye to hide the strands of grey.

"Hi cariño, I can't believe you're eighteen now! Such a little senorita!" Isabel kissed her granddaughter on the forehead.

"I don't think bisabuela can believe it either..." Macarena said, but didn't elaborate, not wanting to embarrass herself by telling the woman about the pullups and girlish dress she had received.

"I'll make us all some cola cao, go on to the lounge where bisabuela is waiting." Isabel said. Though the older woman was her mother, everyone in the family now called her bisabuela in general conversation. "Esmeralda and her girls will be arriving later this afternoon."

Esmeralda was Isabel's other daughter, older than Maribel. She had two daughters, Elena and Eugènia, both a little older than Macarena. Alongside Lou, that would make eight of them at the family party, as her grandaunts and their families wouldn't be coming otherwise they would need to hire a hall to host everyone!

While her grandmother went to the kitchen, the teen and her mom went to the lounge to see their host.

Ángela, her bisabuela, was sat in an armchair, and despite being seventy-five, had aged amazingly and though with wrinkles and grey hair, was still attractive with the teen being impressed, not having seen her for a few years, and wishing she looked that good when she reached the woman's age.

They cheerfully greeted the older woman, Maribel leaning down to kiss her cheek first then Macarena giving her a kiss too.

"It's wonderful to see you again Macarena! With so many descendants it's hard to keep up with everyone so I'm excited to be spending the day with you!"

"Aww, thanks bisabuela!"

"You really have grown up into a pretty senorita!" Ángela smiled, looking the teen up and down.

"Oh, she just loved that dress you sent her! And the pullups..." Maribel said, and Macarena blushed but nodded. "Yes, it was pretty, thanks."

"Your most welcome cariño! I look forward to seeing you in it tonight!"

"Oh no, I think I may have left it at home." Macarena said, truthfully. She had hoped that the woman, upon seeing her, would realise she had obviously made a mistake in the presents she had selected but apparently not.

"Oh really?" Ángela said. The teen was sorry if the woman was disappointed but she had no intention of wearing the dress ever again after being forced into it at her slumber party.

"Don't worry, I packed it!" Maribel smiled, and Macarena gave her mom a furious glance, annoyed that the woman had brought the dress, and had told her great grandmother when she had been close to getting out of the ordeal of wearing it again.

"Oh... Well, I'm not sure if tonight would be a good time to wear it..." Macarena awkwardly mumbled, not sure what excuse she can give now to get out of it.

"When is a better time to wear it?" Ángela smiled, noticing the girl's hesitation.

"Of course she'll be wearing it tonight!" Maribel said before Macarena could answer. "She didn't actually forget it. She just wanted to surprise you but it's a silly surprise as we all know she'll be in it!"

The teen blushed, and nudged her mom angrily, but Ángela laughed, looking pleased.

"Aww, you'll look so adorable! And it was cute of you to try and surprise me! I'm sorry I ruined it by asking!"

Isabel returned with the cola cao, and they all sat down with Macarena telling her relatives about how she was getting on at high school, emphasising how she was in senior year and eighteen in the hopes that Ángela would finally realise that the pretty purple dress wasn't suitable for her, but the older woman was seemingly oblivious.

"The presents yesterday were just some of your gifts, as I wanted to spoil you today by taking you clothes shopping!" Ángela said.

"Oh, that's so sweet, Macarena will love that!" Maribel replied, and nudged her daughter sat next to her on the sofa, giving the teen no choice but to smile and agree.

"Perfect, we'll go as soon as we finish our drinks so we're back in time for Esmeralda and her girls! Are you wearing a pullup under those jeans cariño? It's hard to tell..."

Macarena blushed at the question and shook her head. "No, sorry the pullups were thoughtful but I don't..." The teen began, intending to explain to the woman that she no longer wet herself but her mom interrupted her. "She is just in her boring normal pullups as she wanted to save the ones you gave her until she was here! We'll go get her changed now."

"Aww, so cute! I hope the pullups are absorbent as well as pretty as we don't want any puddles in the clothes store like that time before." Ángela said, referring to an incident that had happened over a decade ago.

"Mamá!" The girl hissed through gritted teeth, but smiled at her grandmother and great grandmother as she followed her mom out of the room, and upstairs to the guest room she would be staying in with Lou, after Maribel went to her room to fetch her travel bag, having apparently packed the pullups alongside the dress.

"Why were you saying all those things? I could have gotten out of wearing that dumb dress if you had left it at home, and I could have explained I don't wet myself nowadays too!" Macarena said angrily to her mom.

"Because it seems she may be getting a little senile so you confusing her might be upsetting!"

"Apart from getting me the dress and pullups, she doesn't seem too senile!"

"Don't make such a fuss, just put the pullup on now and wear the dress later, and it'll please your bisabuela. It isn't much to ask..."

"But its humiliating, how would you like to wear pullups or that stupid dress?"

"It isn't humiliating, its only in front of family and I'll explain to everyone else why you're doing it."

"But Lou is coming later, and so are my cousins!" Macarena protested, not wanting her girlfriend to see her so embarrassingly dressed, nor demean herself in front of her two older cousins who tended to tease her at the best of times.

"Well, it's too late now as we have told your bisabuela. Now, put on the pullup." Maribel insisted.

Macarena groaned, but accepted the pullup that her mom passed her.

"How about we just pretend I got them on?"

"Mmm, maybe, but what if she wants to see them? No, just wear them." Maribel said. "Sorry, I know it isn't ideal but sometimes you just have to do things for family."

The woman left the room, and Macarena moodily pulled down her skinny jeans, having to take them fully off to remove her underwear (a cute thong she had worn for Lou later) before putting on the pullup, blushing at how it contrasted with the panties she had been wearing, with the material covering rather than sexily exposing her buttocks.

She pulled her jeans back up, the denim pants being tight at the best of times but feeling especially so over the pullup. She examined her butt in the mirror but thankfully the pullups were form-fitting enough to not make her ass look padded, however there was another problem. The purple top of the pullups were poking out her waistband, and being in a crop top, it wasn't like she could just cover it with the bottom of her tee.

The top she bought to wear on Sunday was also a crop vest, so changing into that wouldn't help, so the teen went into her mom's bedroom and was relieved to find the woman had a cardigan which she borrowed. She pulled it on and did some of the buttons up at the front, so the protruding pullup was covered then went downstairs.

The three older women were waiting in the hallway.

"Ready to go!" Ángela said cheerfully. "Isn't that one of your mamá's cardigans? It looks a little grownup for you!"

Macarena blushed and nodded.

"Oh before I forget, let me have a peek at your pullups!" Ángela exclaimed, and unbuttoned the front of the cardigan and tugged down the front of the girl's jeans to get a look at the purple protection with the pattern of flowers. "Aww, so cute!"

"Thanks bisabuela." Macarena said, glad when the woman let her button back up her cardigan.

The two oldest women went ahead, with Maribel hanging back to whisper to her daughter. "Good job... I told your abuelita what's going on as she was confused! So you don't need to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of her as she knows you're doing it to please bisabuela."