When people think about super heroes they think of names like Ms. Liberty, The Back Alley Brawler, or Synapse, they certainly don’t think of Wonder Wet Lynn. When people think about super heroes they envision a regal figure in a flowing cape and tights, they don’t picture a four foot tall woman in a baby doll t-shirt and a disposable diaper. But I’m a firm believer that size doesn’t matter, and that clothes don’t make a hero, it’s what they do that counts. My name is Jemima Farah, and I used to be normal, just another face in the crowd, but now, well we’ll get to that part. First, I think it’s important for you to know who I was before, when I was just another normal girl.

“C’mon Jemima, I just think we’re ready.” James said as he started to massage her shoulders.

She indulged him for a second, and then regained her senses and wiggled from his hands, she stood against the wall, her arms folded staring hard at him as he sat on the bed. “Well, I think you’re ready, but I’m just not.” she told him in her firmest sounding tone.

James sighed and took a seat on the edge of the bed, “Jemima we’ve been going out for eight months now, if you’re not ready now, when are you going to be?” he asked without looking at her.

Her thoughts raced, she knew where this was heading, she’d been down this road before. “This’ll be the fifth time in as many years.” she thought to herself. She didn’t even realize that she wasn’t involved in the conversation until she saw James get up and head for the door. “Where are you going?” she asked, though she already knew the answer that was to come.

He looked back at her, “I’m going out to find myself a girlfriend that’s physically attracted to me,” he said with an icy look, “if you ever become that girl you feel free to give me a call.” he told her as he walked out the door, and out of her life forever.

Sitting on the floor Jemima wished she could cry, she wanted to, she felt like it was the thing to do in this situation, but she’d been through this so many times that it hardly phased her anymore. That was the thought that got the tears flowing.

“Why are guys all the same?” she pondered. “Why is it that they assume if you aren’t ready to do certain things that you’re some kind of ice queen, or a freak?” she asked herself. With a sigh she wiped away her tears and got up off the floor, she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama pants, heading into the bathroom she stripped off her jeans and stared at her reflection

The 4’ 4″ woman glared at the image before her, a yellowed disposable diaper taped around her waist, “I hate you.” she told the garment as she started to get herself ready for bed.

Jemima Farah may not sound like anything special to you, or even her for that matter, but she’s destined for great things. Jemima is what you might call a genius, at twenty three years old she’s the youngest person at Platent Low University to have a full scholarship and grant from the science department. Her work is ground breaking in the field of medical science. Fueled by her own incontinence, Jemima has devoted her research to developing more than just a simple treatment or aid, but a full cure.

Some may say that her research is foolhardy and selfish, but those people have never suffered the humiliation of not being able to control their bodily functions. To not be able to attend sleep overs as a child for fear of being “discovered”. To not be comfortable in trusting others with your secret, leading to a life of seclusion and barriers. Jemima has lived through those things, and if she can spare one person from those feelings and experiences, then she will do anything in her power to do so.

The alarm clock buzzed annoyingly in her ear as she fought to stay asleep. Shutting off the alarm and rising from the bed she shuffles to the bathroom. Her pants come down in the doorway, a ripping sound tears through the air and her sodden diaper plops to the floor as she climbs into the shower.

Humming to herself she steps out of the shower, tendrils of steam flowing from her body, she dries herself off and lays her changing mat on the bed, she fetches a clean diaper and some powder and expertly secures her protection for the big day ahead of her.

Dressed in a black skirt and matching sweater she ties her long blonde hair into a tight ponytail and applies a light bit of makeup before heading out to her car. Driving down the freeway to the university her heart beats rapidly within her chest. “Today is the day.” she thinks to herself with a small smile of nervous anticipation.

Her high heels click loudly on the linoleum as she walks down the long corridor to the auditorium where her demonstration is being held. Her eyes widen when she walks into the room and sees how full the seats are, she wasn’t expecting so many people to be present today. She walked over to the podium and set her materials down before pouring herself some water. She watched the crowd as the people that had been standing and talking to one another took their seats and waited for her to begin.

Taking a deep breath she thought to herself, “Here goes nothing.”

“Thank you all for coming today.” she said with a smile as she put on her reading glasses and adjusted the microphone. “My name is Jemima Farah, and I am here today to present my invention, that according to all of our tests will be able to finally cure incontinence in all of it’s forms.”

She watched as a few photographs were taken from the back of the auditorium, and notes were jotted down. “I’m pleased to see so many of you here today, from what I’m told many of you are doctors and businessmen in the field of medical equipment, I hope that you are as eager as I am to see this equipment put to use in hospitals around the world hopefully in the near future.” she said with a smile and took another sip of her water.

“I realize that most of you out there are probably thinking that incontinence is merely a minor inconvenience, and the science departments funding would be better spent on developing a cure for AIDS or Cancer, to a certain extent you’re right, but my I only answer to those thoughts is I’m still young, and the science department has a lot of money for my future work.” she said, getting laughter from the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I have lived with incontinence all my life, as a result I have led a very secluded life, not having any intimate relationships, and living in fear of my secret being discovered. My hope is that with this invention I can spare millions of people these feelings, and give them the normal and carefree lives that everyone deserves. So, without further ado.” she said, and gave a nod to a few of her aids to remove the large sheet that covered her invention.

Many more flashes went off as the machine was unveiled. The large laser stood three feet tall, and had a metal frame that was nearly as long.

“Using a small piece of crystallized Sands of Muu, which we got from the University’s Croatoa campus. As some of you may know, the Sands of Muu are used by mystics all over the city in their rituals. We have discovered from our research that the Sands carry great healing properties, when crystallized, the effects are multiplied tenfold.” she said as she watched the green crystal being placed into the machine.