As you sit on the floor playing with your dollies, the TV on a brightly colored show about dogs, a part of you can't help but think back to how you got here.

It started innocently enough. Daddy noticed you were running to the potty more and more often. Well, he wasn't Daddy then, but it's hard to think of him as anything else. He made a joke about giving you a potty training refresher at the time. You laughed it off as you desperately hoped he wouldn't notice the stains that started to last on your underwear.

Stains that slowly progressed to small but noticeable round spots on your pants. Daddy was quick to comfort you. To let you know it was okay to have accidents. That he'd help you through them. He still put that dumb calender up in the bathroom. It didn't take long for small rain drops to outnumber sunny days.

Still, that's all it was. Small drops. Then all it took was Daddy getting into the shower at the wrong time. The rushing water drowned out your pleas, and by the time he opened the door it was too late. He guided you to the potty, but there was nothing left in the tank.

The second real accident came just two days later. The third the one after that. It was then that Daddy came home with P.P.'s Adult Training Pants. You threw a fit. Said they were just accident. That you didn't need those.

That was also the first time you were bent over his knees. The first time you called him Daddy.

Full blown accidents into your training pants became common. Every time you had one, daddy would tell you it was okay. He'd tell you that you'll figure it out again one day. That accidents didn't make you bad. He'd remove the training pants, and carefully clean you before helping you into a new pair. You wouldn't admit it, but you started to look forward to the attention.

He'd say good job after you used the potty.

Soon there were more rain clouds than sunny days, but it was hard to care. Especially since you knew your training pants were already wet. Even if it was hard to remember if that happened before the episode that was currently on started, or if it was while you were reenacting your favorite movie scenes with your dollies.

Yet playtime is interrupted by a rumble in your stomach. You lean forward to stand up when you spot the calendar. There hasn't been a sunny day in a week. Two almost. You had seen your Daddy bring in a few packs of diapers the other day, though he didn't know you saw that. You were sad at the thought that he was about to give up on potty training you again, but had gotten distracted and put it out of mind.

The pressure in your stomach only grows now that you aren't sitting on the floor. You'd always made it to the potty for that. Yet squatting there in your wet training pants, you hesitate. At this point you were wet more than you were dry anyways. Was it really worth stopping playing to use the potty? Was it worth a "good job" when daddy is so loving and caring when he changes you?

Your body knows your answer before you do. A soft grunt escapes you as you begin to push. The effect is instant. In retrospect, you probably wouldn't have made it to the potty anyway. The thought makes you smile as you feel your training pants droop beneath you. It's over in less than a moment. You fall back onto your seat. The smell bothers you at first, though it fades as you play with your dolls.

As you do, you know that you've failed remedial potty training. Soon you'll be back in diapers forever.

And it was all thanks to Potty Pants Adult Diaper Training Pants. Garunteed to make a Potty Training Dropout out of the wearer, or your money back.