Title: The Realtor
Author: BabyInDiapers
Written: Feb 1, 2006


One April morning Beth, a woman in her mid thirties was sitting 
at her kitchen table reading the paper and drinking her coffee. She 
looked at her watch and decided it was time to get ready to leave. She 
had a big day planned. She packed her van with sales brochures and 
headed out to her first location. She would be running an open house 
during the morning, then having lunch with her boyfriend. Then nit he 
afternoon she would be waiting for some clients to view a newly 
renovated townhouse that had been on the market the past 6 months.


She drove to the first location. The family who lived there was 
finishing up their morning routine as she came to the door. The father 
left, the mother took the kids to school and then came back. She sat 
down with the mother and her infant son. The mother offered her a 
muffin. She ate it and also had another cup of coffee. That morning 
several people signed in and were given a look around. About quarter to 
12, Beth headed out to meet her boyfriend at lunch.


She was at lunch and time got away from her. She left in a hurry and 
was in a rush to get to the next house. She needed to do a little bit 
of tidying up before her potential buyers arrived. On the way to the 
house she realized she was in need of a bathroom. She arrived at the 
house parked. She ran up to the house and unlocked it. She went 
upstairs and went pee. She still felt like she had to go number two but 
as she was washing her hands in the upstairs bathroom, the door bell 
rang. She dried her hands and rushed down the stairs to meet them.


She spent about 20 minutes with this young couple walking them through 
the place. They were undecided at this point, they were more in the 
looking around phase. As they left she closed the door. She went to the 
kitchen and began to dust the counter tops off. She wanted this place 
to sparkle for her next walk through. She began to feel to feel the 
urgent need to have a bowel movement. She looked at the clock. She 
didn't really want to do it here in the house because it would stink up 
the place. And that certainly would not help her sell it. She went to 
the living room and stood there looking out the bay window.


A couple minutes passed. Beth was concentrating on holding it. She 
decided that she had to go. She grabbed her keys off the counter and 
was heading towards the front door. She was going to drive to a service 
station a block or so away. Just as she was opening the front door her 
next customer pulled into the driveway. "Damn it." She muttered under 
her breath.


It took all her energy to focus on giving the tour, and to hold it 
together. As she closed the door she felt her bowels cramping and she 
shuddered. She realized she did not have time to go to the service 
station. She made a dash for the upstairs bathroom. While running upt 
he stairs she tripped and spun and fell backwards. She quickly reached 
for the railing. She managed to grab the rail and save her self a 
tumbling fall to the bottom. Her next realization was the heavy, warm, 
sticky feeling in her panties. In that second of realization she froze.


She gained her balance and stood there at the bottom of the steps with 
her hands feeling her backside. She could smell herself, and it was 
obvious that she had a full pair of panties. She went to the door and 
locked it behind her as she turned around she froze in absolute horror!


She was standing face to face with a mother, and her two children. In 
the hurry to get the hell out of there, she didn't notice when they 
arrived. Beth was speechless. 


"Hi, we're here for the tour." The lady said. Beth stammered for words 
but her sentences were unintelligible. "Are you ok?" the lady asked. 
"Um I need to go home, Um can we do this tomorrow?" Beth finally 
blurted out. The lady sighed. "Well I got off work and picked the kid 
sup and rushed over here. I was hoping to do this today." The lady 
said. Beth was wondering how long it would be until the lady noticed 
what she had done. "I need to go home and change my pants." Beth 
sheepishly said while blushing.


"Oh, ok. I thought my little girl needed changing. Um, I'm sorry, I 
know you must be really embarrassed right now." The lady said as her 
maternal instincts kicked in. "Hey I got a pair of sweatpants I can let 
you wear, and um, I can help you clean up. I've got plenty of wipes in 
my daughter's diaper bag in the car. That way we can do the tour 
today." She said.


Beth was reluctant. "Don't worry, I'm a mom. I've cleaned up poopy 
pants lots of times. It's really okay." She said as she put a 
reassuring hand on Beth's shoulder. Beth nodded. She had tears in her 
eyes but was trying not to cry from the humiliation. Here she was a 
lady in her mid 30's getting her dirty pants changed by a mother who 
was probably younger than she was. 


The kids were running around the yard playing as Beth and their mother 
went upstairs to the bathroom. "Ok let me check the damage here." She 
said as she tugged on the waste of her pants. "Ok this will be easier 
to deal with in the bath tub." She said. She instructed beth to take 
off her shoes socks and shirt and bra. She drew some water in the 
bathtub and stood there. The lady pulled her pants down and then Beth 
sat down in the tub. She took the pants and pulled them off. She went 
over to the sink and rinsed them out and  put them in a plastic bag 
that she had brought up with the wipes and pair of sweat pants.


Then she let the water out of the tub and finished wiping the rest of 
the poopie off of her bottom. She dried her off with a towel that she 
had also brought with her. Beth pulled up her sweat pants and looked at 
her reflection in the mirror. "There ya go. All fixed up." The lady 
said as she exited the bathroom. Beth took the plastic bag with her 
dirtied panties and threw it in the dumpster across the street where a 
house was being built.


Beth gave the lady the tour of the place and what do you know, she was 
able to make a sale. After the family was moved in, Beth came to visit 
them, as she did for many of her customers. She brought a housewarming 
gift. The mother was pregnant with her third child. Beth and her sat 
and talked. "Hey, um, Tanks so much for helping me that day. I was so 
embarrassed, but you were so kind to me. Thank you." Beth said. "Well 
you're welcome honey."


And so it was that Beth continued her career as a Real-estate 
agent with no other incidents such as the one she had that one time. 
Her and her boyfriend got married and had a family. They all lived 
happily ever after. The End!












    

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