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Thanks much. Scene 96 will find us in sunny Ventura, California-- lounging by the pool, hitting the bars and working the docks with Hollie Knightley and Johnny Spagnoli, who will show us the Outfit's reach. -
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By Crinklz Kat · Posted
If you haven't already, go check out the "Babyfurs are buying a town" thread, specifically this post. Not sure how Nacho got wind of the thread here -- but glad he joined in and gave us the lowdown on what was happening. -
By diaperboy187 · Posted
Made using Grok AI. Paige goes to meet and catch up with Emily only to be immediately mistaken for the flower girl. Surely she can clear up the mixup if she can get through lunch. New parts posted every Friday Part Two Paige glanced at her watch as she hurried down the hotel hallway, her small feet pattering quickly in the mary janes. The airport hassle with the lost bag had eaten up hours, and then the shopping trip had dragged on even longer as she hunted for anything that fit. She was way behind schedule for the bridal party's first get-together—a casual meet-up in Emily's suite before lunch. But Paige shrugged it off in her mind. "It's fine," she thought. "Emily will understand once I explain everything. We've been friends forever; she'll laugh about the mix-up and help me sort it out." She smoothed down her polka-dot dress, trying to ignore how childish it looked, and knocked on the door with a hopeful smile. The door swung open, and there was Emily, beaming in a casual sundress, surrounded by at least two other bridesmaids—Sarah, a no-nonsense type with short hair, and Lisa, bubbly and familiar from Emily's social media posts—plus a couple more women chatting in the background. "Hi! You must be Paige!" Emily exclaimed, but her eyes sparkled with the warmth of someone greeting a child, not an old friend. Sarah and Lisa cooed similarly, bending down slightly to her level. "Oh, the flower girl is here! Look at you, all dressed up already. Come on in, sweetie." Paige blinked, her smile faltering. "Wait, no, I'm Paige—the bridesmaid. From high school? Emily, it's me!" She tried to step forward confidently, but Sarah gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh, now, Paige, don't be difficult right from the start," Sarah said in a sing-song voice, like she was talking to a fussy toddler. "We know you're excited, but if you keep that up, we'll have to put you with the babysitter in the nursery room downstairs. She's watching all the little ones, and you don't want to miss out on lunch with the big girls, do you?" Lisa nodded, chuckling softly, and the others agreed, clearly thinking this was just a kid acting out. Paige opened her mouth to protest again, but the warning in Sarah's eyes—and the memory of past mix-ups—made her close it. How could she prove it without her purse and ID back in the room? Pulling out her phone wasn't an option since she'd left everything behind for the "quick hello." Swallowing her frustration, she let them usher her inside, deciding to wait for a better moment to clear things up. The group didn't waste time—they were already heading out for a bridal lunch at a nearby café, a light affair to catch up and go over wedding details. Paige tagged along, her short legs struggling to keep pace as the women strolled ahead, chatting about dresses and honeymoons. At the café, the hostess smiled down at Paige and handed her a kids' menu with crayons, while the others got adult ones. "Here you go, little miss," the hostess said kindly. Paige's cheeks burned. She started to hand it back, saying, "Actually, I need an adult—" but caught a sharp glance from Sarah across the table. Remembering the babysitter threat, she bit her lip and sat down quietly. "Okay, fine," she thought. "I'll play along for now and explain later." Reluctantly, she picked up a crayon and started coloring the cartoon animals on the menu, her hands moving absently as she tried to tune into the conversation. She was so focused on not drawing attention that she missed the waiter coming around, asking the group about extras for "the little one." "Does she need a bib? A sippy cup with a lid? And a booster seat?" he inquired politely. "Oh, yes, all of that," Emily said with a laugh, not even glancing at Paige. "She's our flower girl—gotta keep her neat!" Sarah and Lisa agreed, giggling. Before Paige could react, the waiter plopped a colorful plastic booster seat onto her chair, lifting her up into it with ease. Then came the bib—a big, waterproof one with cartoon characters—tied around her neck. And her drink arrived in a lidded cup with a straw that bent funny. Paige stared at it all, mortified, but a subtle head shake from Sarah kept her silent. When the food came, Paige's kids' meal was a simple plate: chicken nuggets, fries, a small side of broccoli, and apple slices. She ate most of it quietly, picking at the nuggets and fries with her fingers since the bib made her feel like she might as well. But she pushed the broccoli around, avoiding it entirely. Lisa noticed and leaned over. "Hey, Paige, why aren't you eating your veggies? They're good for you!" Paige wrinkled her nose without thinking, her voice coming out in a whiny tone from frustration. "I don't like broccoli. It's yucky." The words slipped out before she could stop them, sounding exactly like a picky child. The table fell quiet for a second, then Emily fixed her with a stern look. "Paige, if you don't eat all your broccoli, you won't get any dessert," Emily said firmly, like a mom disciplining her kid. Sarah and Lisa nodded in agreement, one even adding, "That's right—big girls eat their veggies." Paige's face turned beet red. This was her old friend scolding her! But with everyone watching and the babysitter threat looming, she reluctantly speared the broccoli with her fork and choked it down, grimacing with each bite. It tasted bitter, but she finished it, earning approving smiles from the group. Dessert time came, and Paige ordered a small ice cream sundae from the kids' menu, figuring it was better than nothing. But as soon as the waiter noted it down and walked away, her bladder started to twinge—too much soda from the sippy cup, probably. The urge built quickly, making her shift uncomfortably in the booster seat. She tried to slide out quietly. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Sarah asked, spotting her immediately. Paige froze, her hands on the table's edge. "I... I need to go to the bathroom," she mumbled, hoping they'd let her go alone. Sarah shook her head with a knowing smile. "Oh, sweetie, if you need to go potty, you should tell one of us so we can take you. We don't want you wandering off by yourself." Lisa and Emily murmured agreement, treating it like standard procedure for a child. Paige blushed deeply, her cheeks flaming hot. "Potty"? She was a grown woman! But the pressure in her bladder was building, sending urgent warnings that she couldn't ignore much longer. Biting back her pride, she looked up at Sarah and whispered, "Can... can you take me to go potty, please?" The words felt humiliating, but she had no choice—the alternative was risking an accident right there at the table. Sarah nodded approvingly, stood up, and took Paige's hand, leading her toward the restroom like a helpful big sister. Paige trailed behind, her mind racing for a way out of this growing nightmare. -
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