The temperature on this tropical island rarely dips below 28, so it was a surprise when the mercury stayed in the 22 to 23 degree celsius range for 5 whole days last week. Anyway, this is a little story I wrote for this week’s post. Do let me know what you folks think!
“Temperature In Jurong West dips to 21.2 deg C in Sunday – @STcom”
Siti read that tweet again as she scrolled through her twitter feed. She slid out of her covers and got off her bed, taking off her FBTs to put on something a bit warmer.
“Where is that trek pants I kept in here,” Siti muttered to herself as she rummaged through her tiny hostel closet.
There were several pairs of jeans and leggings, but the cold was getting to her. It didn’t help that her NTU hostel was right beside a forest, and the mist was blanketing her block in earnest, making it feel more like 16 deg C.
She knelt down to examine her drawer, her diaper crinkling softly. She had decided to wear a plastic backed diaper as they tended to trap heat better, and since her roommate wasn’t in for the night it wouldn’t really be a problem, she had reckoned.
Her bladder then gave a jolt, and she sighed. She had been holding it in for quite a while because she didn’t want to waste a diaper, and neither did she want to leave her room to go to the toilet, in that chilly weather.
She stood up, stretched, and had barely put her pants on when she heard several footsteps outside her door. There were three loud knocks, followed by three voices calling out her name.
Siti froze, recognising her friends from her cca. She decided to keep quiet – maybe they might think she wasn’t in?
“We know you are in there, your Frozen slipper is out,” one of them said as the others giggled.
Siti clenched her fist, knowing she had no choice. They were in the dance team, and one of them stayed a couple of floors below her. Reluctantly, she walked over to her door and opened it.
A gust of chilly wind swept into her room as she opened the door, as she glanced at her friend Zahid.
“Hey, come join us, we are having a sleepover at my room tonight,” said Zahid, as he was flanked by three other girls and guys.
“Yea join us,”
“It’ll be fun!”
“We can go for our CCA meeting together in the morning!”
“No guys, I’m really tired, I need to sleep!”, Siti said quietly.
“Don’t worry la, we will keep you awake! Come, or we will carry you ah!”
Siti was afraid of this. She might have dared go with them of only she had been wearing a cloth-backed diaper, but now she was in a bind.
Now two girls were pulling her out of her room. Zahid had gotten her phone and keys, and now was locking her door. And now she was being marched down her corridor. She tried to make as much noise as she could with her slippers to mask the subtle crinkles just escaping from her trek pants.
Her bladder gave a jolt with every step she took, she knew she was going to cave in any moment now. She didn’t even drink much water, why did she need to pee? Oh, it was because of the chill spell. Zahid started to explain about how some monsoon surge caused by some Siberian chill was causing this weather.
All Siti knew was that she wished it would get warmer. Yes, a little bit warmer, little bit more, nice! Wait, why was her crotch getting warmer?