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A very wet and equally very messy purple MegaMax diaper this morning. -
I am happy to report, Rusty Pins, that some semblance of order has been restored to the entropy in the universe, because I have a big messy entropy in my purple MegaMax diaper this morning. Ahhhh, nice to be back to a poopie morning.
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I had a defecating proctogram which is a MRI where the give you an enema of 3 tides of ultrasound jelly and then scan you pushing it out. My legs were on cushions and I was wearing just a hospital gown with a pad underneath me. I was then instructed to push the jelly out while getting an MRI. As I usually pee when I poop I peed while in the scanner along with popping about 1/3 of the jelly. You could actually see the pee coming out on the video. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
I think Gabby has an "expecting everyone else to play out her fantasies" issue at times 😛 Listening isn't her strong suit. Ffrances, on the other hand, is very good at spotting which way someone else's instincts lie; but is less willing to try pushing anyone. 109. Unexpected Confidante Nearly a week had passed since Ffrances agreed that Tess was mature enough to explore an unorthodox style of relationship; but she still hadn’t found the courage to bring it up with Spike. Somehow it seemed an even bigger thing to talk about when she could be almost certain it would go well. She told herself that he had actually asked if he could be her Daddy; he’d said it was something she wanted, and she knew that she was already starting to get comfortable doing those kinds of things to satisfy Gabby’s demands. She knew that Ffrances thought it was a safe way to explore her identity, and now she had a time to plan for when there was no chance of Gabby being in the house. So why was she still so nervous to bring it up? She promised herself that after school today, she would find the courage to tell him. She had to say it sooner or later, and some time soon would be better so that there was an opportunity to plan before Gabby’s days of intense work came around. The last class of the day was music, which was never hard, so she would have some time to calm down. After school might be a little more difficult; she would be stopping at the pharmacy to pick up some more diapers. And this time, she was planning to ask them if they had any other brands, because she had already found that her first batch of medical ones had a disturbing tendency to leak overnight. Maybe she’d just got a bad pack, but if it was possible she thought that she would have a little more confidence trying something different. A little worry on the way home. She didn’t expect it to be such a big deal. Now all she needed to do was relax, and enjoy Miss MacManus’s unique style of tuition. However, she didn’t even manage to get to the music department before something distracted her from her plans. This time, the interruption came from Mindy Ciertowczki. Not sneering insults, or marching down the corridor with a retinue of hangers-on competing for her attention. In fact, Tess thought it might have been the first time she’d actually seen Mindy on her own. The girl was sitting in a little alcove; a place where the corridor had once branched, but subsequent renovations had turned this little corridor into a dead end. There were a couple of seats in the alcove, like there were in similar nooks outside the offices of senior staff. Some of those places might be where students would wait to receive discipline over some issue; but the offices here were only concerned with administrative trivia, and there was no reason for anyone to be there except the secretaries who had the keys. The chairs were probably old ones deemed too threadbare to remain opposite the principal’s room, if Tess was any judge, and they were half hidden by the protruding end of a bank of lockers. Which made it even stranger to see Mindy sitting there. There was no space for anyone to sit comfortably, and kids had been walking past for years without sitting there. So why was there someone sitting there, staring in silence at the wall? “Are you okay?” Tess felt like she had to ask. She didn’t really like Mindy, they weren’t friends, and she knew that she’d managed to upset the younger girl a few times recently. But in her mind, that just made her feel responsible. If Mindy’s mental health had taken a turn for the worse when she finally admitted that the world didn’t revolve around her, then Tess felt like she was at least partly responsible. Mindy wouldn’t have cared; she would happily walk past someone in crisis, or stop to laugh at someone else’s misfortune. She was typical of the bullies who had mocked Tess for her small size when she first moved to Raybridge; but that was irrelevant. Because Tess wasn’t that kind of person, and she didn’t want to walk past someone who looked upset regardless of who it was. “Who cares?” Mindy snapped, and Tess wondered if she had been crying. Her head was turned away, and her bangs hung down over the side of her face to hide her from sight. But she certainly didn’t sound like she was okay. “A human being. You seem upset, and I want to know if I can help. None of your friends are here right now, but sitting on your own thinking about it only makes it worse. If you’ve got a problem, you should talk to someone. Maybe it helps to know that somebody cares. Maybe once you say it out loud, you’ll realise that it doesn’t feel as big as it did echoing back and forth in your head. Maybe I can even offer suggestions. But I don’t like to see anyone suffering alone.” She looked up and down the corridor. The last of their classmates had already hurried to their lessons. It was quiet now, and there was nobody else going to walk past if Tess left. “Why would you talk to me? You hate me. Looking for a chance to laugh at me again?” “No. You tried to make me feel bad, and I was mad about that. But I hated the words, never you. It doesn’t look like you’re calling me a baby now, and I’ve learned not to let it bother me.” “I wish it was that easy,” Mindy snapped. “Look, I don’t want you laughing at me. Or pitying me. I’m not hiding in a corner crying or something, right? Everyone in the year respects me, they all want to be my friends. I’m not some charity case.” Tess didn’t say anything, but just listened. Mindy was still confrontational, but it felt like she was opening up a little more. And reframing herself into the queen bitch as well; the girl everybody loved. Even if it wasn’t real, it seemed like she was cheering herself up a bit. “Okay! I’m sitting on my own now. But not like a loser with no friends. I had to ditch them, right? Because it’s personal. There’s something I needed to say, and it doesn’t need an audience. You understand that much, right?” “You met someone here to talk,” Tess said, and then thought again. “Or you arranged to… no. You were waiting for someone to come past, so you could step out and say hi. Like casually bumping into him in the hallway. And then you can ask him to talk for a minute, step out into the courtyard. Feels so natural, and gives you a chance for a private conversation without having to come up and say you’re interested in someone. Right?” “Near enough. Sounds like you’ve got a lot of experience.” “I never had the nerve. But I know how it happens in romance novels. It’s always a chance meeting, but getting one of those in the real world needs a lot of effort. So… no luck today?” Tess’s mind was already racing, trying to work out what she could say next. She’d never really tried giving relationship advice, because she’d never even had a boyfriend before. She knew less than just about all of her friends, thanks to the constant cycle of moving home. But if someone had asked for tips in a situation like this, she would normally have suggested not giving up; hoping that things would go better next time. That wouldn’t be appropriate now, because there was a good chance Mindy was still thinking about Spike. She had such a possessive attitude towards him, such that anyone watching the way she talked about him could assume they were already together. That made the situation difficult, because Tess knew better than Mindy did that Spike would never be interested. And that wasn’t going to be an easy thing to explain. She was thinking about it so deeply that she almost didn’t pay attention when Mindy started speaking again. “I couldn’t do it,” she admitted, in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “Couldn’t ask him?” “Couldn’t even say hello. I just froze. And then there were other people there, laughing and joking. I figure everyone has friends, right, and I need to get on with them if there’s any chance of… but then I saw how close they were, laughing at the same moment. And when another girl put a hand on that person’s shoulder, it could be just a pat on the back but they looked so comfortable together, I could just see it as something more. So I kept sitting here, and they walked right past without even seeing me. I couldn’t believe it. Like, confidence is everything. Fake it til you make it. I know that so well, and I’ve got people eating out of my hand. And then the one time it actually matters I got scared. What happened? All the times with Spike, I never missed a beat. I had to be confident and attractive, even when I knew he’d pretend not to know what I was asking. But now…” “I think it’s because you have feelings for someone,” Tess answered. “You wanted Spike to be your boyfriend like a status symbol, because you know that would impress the people around you. Now… It sounds like you found someone you want with your heart, not your mind. You couldn’t bear to upset him, even if you don’t know why. So there’s always going to be that part of you that’s scared, terrified of saying the wrong thing.” “That’s right,” Mindy nodded slowly. “Sounds like you’ve been there.” “Yeah,” Tess thought about it again; and realised that it had taken more than a year between realising she had feelings for Spike and finding the courage to admit it. “It took me a very, very long time to get the courage to tell someone how I feel. Even though we were already friends, and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be upset.” “I was looking for a friend,” Mindy said, and laughed briefly. “You were right, weren’t you? You told me I was only after Spike because that’s what everybody expects me to want. And I started doubting it. I wanted to ask someone who’s obviously, visibly happy in a relationship, not just making a show of it, how you know it’s real. I tried three times to find the nerve to ask what makes them so good together. And then I overheard… Well, a breakup. And you know, in any of those novels I read, that would be the sign that they’re both available now, that’s the time that rebound girl shows up and turns out to be the real love interest. But that’s not how it works in the real world, is it? I didn’t even think about what I wanted, I was just hoping they were both going to be okay, when I barely even knew them. And then the more time passed, the more I felt like… I don’t know. Before Christmas I was being a total bitch to them, now I apologised and already it feels like we’ve been friends forever. And the thought of losing that scares me. But then I wondered if that’s what it feels like when you’re falling for someone, instead of just wanting them. And since then I haven’t had the courage to say a word. And now I’m spilling my guts to the school baby, I started talking and there’s all these words coming out, even things I didn’t realise I knew.” “That’s what happens,” Tess said, forcing herself to overlook the baby jab. “Your heart isn’t good at letting you know what it wants. It’s confusing and vague. But talk to someone else, and maybe the truth comes out. That’s why good friends are always there to listen. And trust me, I know I’m not the expert, but if you tell him you’re all confused like this, and you’re scared of losing him as a friend, he’ll understand. Or he’s not the person you think he is, and you’re better off knowing that now.” “I wouldn’t have understood if somebody told me that. But then… I wouldn’t want to date me. I’m sure if I’d had a date with someone who didn’t see it as just a move in the popularity game, I’d have hurt them. So… well, damn. We’ve been underselling you calling you the baby, haven’t we? You’re worth listening to.” “Thanks,” Tess mumbled, not sure if she should be flattered or offended. “It’s like you got this maternal vibe, offering advice and being there to wipe away my tears. Not that I was crying! I mean, I could see you being the kind of big sister everybody wants. And you’ll be a great Mom someday. But you still look like a baby.” “I know,” Tess said, and almost laughed. After hating those words for so many years, she knew now that she really didn’t care. The people she cared about were the ones who knew her by her personality, not her looks. And there was no way those people would mistake her for a child. “Yeah, I know,” she said again. “Looks aren’t everything. If somebody really cares about you, they can see past all that. But right now, my maternal instincts are telling me that you should be in class, young lady. And so should I, for that matter. So cheer up, throw yourself into your studies, and know that you’ll get another chance. And you don’t need to set up cliche situations to talk to somebody who really wants you. Just chat, don’t stop yourself from sharing, and it might just happen.” -
By wetdiaper55 · Posted
I think Andy and Paul will be great friends .
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