Sissy Room

Would you consider getting the resection done first and seeing if it is enough before getting the nerves ablated? What if your penis sensation is impaired and you can't orgasm?

I just bag up the diapers and leave them next to the small garbage bin. I've stayed in dozens of hotels diapered and done this without any issues at all. We overthink these things. Leave a nice tip if you feel guilty, but you shouldn't feel guilty. They have a cart to take away garbage your diapers are garbage. As long as they are bagged up hygienically then it's no different to other forms of trash.

Hey everyone! Finally! Another chapter up on a Monday! It feels like it’s been forever since I last got one up on this day of the week, but here we are. Sadly though, this story is coming to an end. After this, there should only be four more chapters to go. I could expand this story out a lot more in different directions, but I think the way I have it now is best to just leave it as is. As such, with two more chapters this week, that should mean only two left next week. Once the penultimate chapter is out, I’ll let you know a definitive date (or a range if I suspect a potential problem with scheduling) for when the final chapter will drop. Next, just as a reminder, a new poll is up for you all to let me know which story you all would like to read next. Story options can be found back in the beginning of chapter 2, and the link can be found there and chapter 9 as well. As I mentioned before though, if you feel more comfortable leaving a comment here or as a private message to me, I will count these as well. Additionally, like before, this poll will be shut down right before I post my final chapter on here. Further announcements will be made regarding this when the time gets closer. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter of my story! Chapter 12: Seeing the Frayed Wire ‘They’ll go away… They’ll go away…’ I keep telling that to myself as I hug my knees and Mr. Snuggles while sheltering in my pantry. Just outside are a hoard of ghosts, all coming to try and talk to me after one realized that for whatever reason, I could now see them. Panicked and scared, I ran home and again, for whatever reason, my pantry is the one spot they can’t access. Problem is… I’m now trapped. For a moment, I think I hear the groans and moaning and even the occasional shriek die away. ‘Are they gone? Aer they… really gone?’ I don’t dare say a single word. If they aren’t, they would absolutely be able to hear me, and I would never get away. But… keeping quiet and still not hearing much, I take a deep breath and decide to risk it by looking outside… just a peak… just for a second. Just in case everything goes wrong though, I form a plan to snatch the telephone away and call Gwen up the moment I hunker back down. Clearly, something has gone wrong with the spell. Taking three quick successive breaths, I pop the handle and peer outside. Unfortunately, the ghosts aren’t gone at all… just quiet. So, as soon as they see me, they charge towards me once more. My only stroke of luck though is that whatever was keeping them at bay is still active. So, holding onto that one tiny piece of hope and good luck, I reach only my head and arm outside of the door and begin to grab for the phone. Having just cleaned my kitchen countertops the other day, I don’t have much of a problem grabbing the phone and ducking immediately back into the closet, my heart pounding and my breathing heavy from the pure amount of adrenaline now pumping through me from fear. Staring down at my phone after a second, I take a few deep breaths to try and center me. When I can at least make out a few words without panicking right away from the noises just outside the door still, I call Gwen up… a number I’m sadly becoming intimately familiar with lately. “G… Gwen? Y… you there?” I stammer out, my nerves severely acting up. “Hello? Liam? Is that you?” she questions while at least three other voices are shouting or singing happily in the background of wherever she’s at. “What’s wrong? You seem utterly frightened.” “T… the g… ghosts, G… Gwen! I… I…” Just saying the word makes me spiral a bit and almost feels as if it directly increased the level of moans and voices from the ghosts outside the door. “They’re coming!” “Coming? As in…?” She pauses and I quickly hear her tone shift from caring to concerned. “Liam… just tell me yes or no… can you see ghosts around you right now?” “Y… yes… I mean… no,” I correct myself. “S… sorry. It’s just… I’m in my pantry right now. F… for s… some reason, they c… can’t come in here. It’s the one s… spot I’ve found in my whole h… house.” “I…” She pauses again and her voice grows distant for a second. “Ladies! Quiet now! It’s Liam! I don’t think the spell worked as we wanted it to completely. Stop the celebrating, will you?” Her voice then becomes louder as if she just turned back toward the phone. “Liam? You still there?” “Y… yes,” I answer, fear still gripping me tightly. Mr. Snuggles feels like my only tangible bit of protection right now. “Good. Now, you just stay where you’re at,” she says with a confidence I can’t help but appreciate in this moment considering what’s waiting for me on the other side of the door. “Just stay in your pantry. I have an idea why you’re safe in there, but I think that no matter what, it should hold while the coven makes our way over to you. On the way, I’ll make sure Henrieta meets us at your house as well. She’s going to want to be a part of this.” She takes a breath, almost like she’s allowing the full notion of all this to seep in. “Just take a few breaths and hold on, okay? Can you do that for me, Liam?” “Y… yes,” I answer back, my response not likely giving Gwen the most confidence. Apparently though, it would have to do as our conversation soon ended and I am once again, all alone with just Mr. Snuggles for company. At least until I hear a knock at the pantry door. With trembling fingers, I reach out and open the door. The ghosts are still out in force, but right in front of them, I see the smiling faces of the five women of the FCC, Gwen standing at the tip of the group. Seeing me, her expression softens and she crouches down toward me. “Oh, honey! What are you doing on the floor, and oh? Who’s this?” I don’t know why, only adding to that pile tonight, but her voice, despite all the ghosts still out there, sets me at ease and I even blush a little. Of course, Gwen knows all about what’s been happening to me, but it’s one thing to hear about a person owning a teddy bear and likely a whole other thing to see it in person. “Mr. Snuggles…” I answer bashfully, almost wanting to toss him away if it’s not for the odd but immense feeling of safety I get from holding him still. Gwen smiles broadly as I see a few of the other women giggle before Bertie takes out a strange looking purple rock with a hole cut right through the center. Seconds later after she looks through it, she gasps and Gwen turns back to face her. “Bad?” Bertie looks all around and seems to be mouthing something before handing the rock to her sister, who also similarly gasps. “There’s at least a couple dozen… probably more if I could actually see out of the window and beyond the first twelve or so deep.” “Oh my. That’s… not good.” Gwen seems near shaken by the news, but once again, turns back towards me with a smile before taking both my hands and helping me to my feet. “Alright. Up we go.” A few of the ghosts now snarling at me, I shy away in fear of what they could do to me. Gwen notices quickly and turns to her coven. “Okay, ladies. We need to work quickly. Henrieta… protection is a bit of your specialty. Am I correct in guessing why the pantry is safe?” Henrieta nods as she looks through an old book propped open in her arms. “Yes, Ms. Alden. Spices stored inside. Repelling spirits in a sort of unexpected mash-up. Common in the old days and one of the reasons our ancestors kept up with those same spices to dispel spirits or evil… at least more from just pure superstition or ancient beliefs.” Gwen smiles and nods. “Excellent analysis, Henrieta. Should go a long way to make this house safe in the future. And you all can begin to purify starting from here. Use the stone and looks for gaps.” “And just what will you be doing?” Bonnie asks, seemingly a little annoyed to even be over here in the first place. Gwen flashes her an angry look and slowly begins to guide me forward. “I will be taking Mr. Miller here upstairs. I have enough power to be able to clear a path up there for… obvious reasons. Unless you want to help with that, Bonnie…” She looks at her coven sister, almost as if challenging her due to the complaint she just lodged. Bonnie only shakes her head and sighs before retreating into the house as she starts chanting. Smiling, Gwen takes my hand without asking and begins to silently chant under her breath. Miraculously, from my own viewpoint, the ghosts form a little bubble around us. Like the pantry, every time a ghost tries to nose its way in, they’re completely blocked. It doesn’t prevent me from still seeing their ghostly remains… several mutilated and horrific in the manners of their deaths, but Gwen and I eventually make it upstairs. As she stops at my bedroom door, she turns to me. “Okay. We’re here. I might normally go in and help you, but… I don’t want to push you into anything. So… do you think you can manage on your own?” “Manage…?” I begin to question before following Gwen’s silent but knowing gaze right down to my pants… and the small wet spot that’s formed right over the crease of my right thigh… my diaper obviously having leaked. Nearly squeaking at the realization that not only did I leak but that both Gwen and her coven saw me like this… I just want to go and bury myself in a hole before bursting into tears. “Hey, hey…” Gwen says, propping me up with her hands on my shoulders and looking at me with reassuring eyes. “It’s okay. We all knew that this was because of Daisy. I’m so sorry all this has happened to you, but… we need to deal with one problem at a time. The others will begin to purify, cleanse, and expel most of the spirits away from this house, but for you… no one wants to go walking around in wet pants or risk a diaper rash, right?” My silence and subsequent blush are the only answer she apparently needs to hear. “Exactly. So, go right in there and go change yourself into something more comfortable, okay? I’ll be right out here. Just… be brave for me.” I nod, not even fully considering why she’s telling me all that… until I walk in my bedroom. There, by the door at least, is the same little bubble, clear of ghosts completely. Beyond that and encompassing most of my bedroom though, I see at least 20 spirits roaming around and staring at me with deathly pale and haunting faces. Shuddering on the spot, I turn back to Gwen. “Go on,” she coaxes. “Just take a breath and one step at a time.” Smiling, with just a tiny boost of confidence now, I nod back to her, trying to put on my brave face, and she gently closes the door. Her encouragement is wonderful. It powers me through the ghosts and over to retrieve my supplies… and lasts all of about a minute. With Gwen still outside, there’s still a narrow space in the room where there aren’t any ghosts. I immediately attempt to change myself there, but it’s just not big enough. Her ‘safe space’ was wide enough for the two of us, but with the door and with the amount of room I need to lay down and change to make all this go as quick as possible… I struggle. I struggle a lot. Now, I’ve definitely become a pro at changing myself. Over a month consigned to diapers where the slightest mistake in diapering oneself can lead to leaks in the worst or places and the most inopportune times… but nothing I did before could have prepared me for today. Everywhere I look, another ghost tries to swoop down and either bother me, or just their mere presence blocks my view of the tapes. Sure, I manage to get everything arranged for the most part on my bed once again and get my pants off… but that’s about it. So, it’s no surprise about ten minutes later that I hear a knock at the door. “Liam? Honey? You okay in there? Listen… I know the ghosts are scary, but I believe in you. You can do this.” Her words are honey over my damaged and frayed nerves… but it’s not enough for me to power through my fear of some of the ghosts or work my way around the interference of the others. “Liam?” She knocks again. “Please answer me, honey. I know this is probably a little embarrassing for you, but… do you need my help? I’m more than happy to… but only if you want me to.” One part of my soul dies a little bit right then and there. Gwen may be all mystical and her shop is definitely not the ordinary, but there’s a beauty in Gwen I can’t deny. But now… she’s offering to help me change my diaper. I want to say no… God do I want to say no to her, but I just can’t. Not only do my next three attempts to remove my diaper thwarted, but oddly… there’s almost a tiny part of me, the same warm and glowing sensation I feel deep down, that makes me want to say yes. So, one try later and still a failure, I eek out a little confirmation to her offer. “Yes, please…” I almost wonder if she doesn’t hear me, but sure enough, only a few seconds later, the door creaks open. Gwen looks in and sees me… and I must be a sight. From my perspective, I’m surrounded by all sorts of hanged, burned, shot, mutilated… just all the transparent remains of wanting or angry dead bodies. Most are nice and just seem to want something… but the dozens surrounding me all swarm in and I feel their cool transparent bodies slithering all around me, each demanding something from me… and then getting angry when I don’t deliver. I can’t help but twitch as each ghost passes through me. But I know that Gwen, despite her mysticism and her confirmed witchy powers, can’t see what’s surrounding me. From her perspective, I know I probably look like the most pathetic soul ever, cowering and flinching and sniffling as I shudder with a completely sodden and slightly leaky diaper around my waist. The fresh diaper and other supplies laid out on the changing mat next to Mr. Snuggles behind me probably doesn’t help the image either. “Oh, honey…” She quickly rushes over to me and pulls me into a hug. I want to resist and demand that I’m a strong man and I just need help dispelling the ghosts away so I can change my diaper… but that doesn’t come out. Only my body practically melting into Gwen’s as she shushes me and rubs my back. “It’s all the ghosts, isn’t it?” she asks after a moment while still rubbing my back… something I can only deftly nod and sniffle to. “I’m so sorry, Liam. I should have known that could be the case. I was hoping that the other’s effort would already start to dispel them along with my own protection… but I guess not, huh?” She gazes into my eyes, and I can only look at her and nod… still too emotionally spent from everything I’m seeing. “Okay then… just one second…” She then claps her hands together and whispers something that I can’t quite make out but it nearly seems to dance in the air whatever she says. She then claps again and then forces her hands apart. In seconds, the ‘safe space’ around us is at least tripled. Now, only a handful of ghosts remain within the range I can still see. Looking back at me, Gwen smiles contentedly. “There. That should last for a few minutes at least. Can’t do it again tonight, but it should be enough time to get you all settled with this at least. Now… do you still need help or… do you want to try to do it yourself again? I can turn around if that’s better…” I immediately try and get my hands to work on undoing the tapes of my diaper, not even caring that Gwen, still waiting on my answer, can see the whole thing… but I’m still just fumbling too badly to make a go of it. ‘Come on! Come on! Work you stupid tapes! Why aren’t you working? Please, please, oh, please just work!’ After a second of me continuing to struggle, Gwen sighs and places her hands over mine, and I blush in my ineptitude. “Sweetie… it’s okay, but you’re just getting more flustered and upset. If you need help, just tell me. I can keep letting you struggle if it’s a matter of pride and that’s okay… but if you want out of that wet diaper faster…” She trails off but clearly indicates with her silence that she’s still more than willing to jump in to help me out. I look back at her and then down at my own still trembling hands. I want to maintain my independence and dignity… but a clean dry diaper sounds far too good to pass up… and I’m seriously doubting how well I can do taping a new diaper onto me now anyways. So, drooping my head low, I nod in defeat. “Please help…” Gwen gives me a tiny little hug and back pat of assurance before distance herself from me. “That’ll be no problem. Just you lay back on your mat and let me help.” Nodding pathetically, I feel my body nearly go on autopilot as I lay back on my changing pad… the childish designs doing nothing to help my dignity in this one moment. Before I can despair though, Gwen holds up the diaper I managed to pick out before my confidence completely collapsed earlier from her first pep talk to me. “Is this the one you want to use?” I look back at the diaper she’s now showing me and I still slightly regret pulling out one of the thicker ABDL ones. I still mostly use them for night exclusively, holding up well and almost never leaking on me. Now though, despite that comfort and security, the thickness added with the cartoonish simple colored safari animals smiling back at me almost seem to mock me. Mortified, I can only squeeze my eyes, hide behind my hands, and nod my head to confirm. “Aww, it’s okay, honey. Really,” Gwen tries to reassure me. “You just need some help right now and I’m more than happy to lend a hand.” Still practically dying from embarrassment, Gwen likely notices and I soon feel a soft tickle over my hands. Peeking out, I see Gwen presenting me with Mr. Snuggles. “Here. Take this and hold onto him tight. Just breathe and focus on Mr. Snuggles while I help you out. Shut out all the other ghosts and focus on him only.” After a moment of me lying there unmoving, Gwen pushes him a little closer to me. “Go on, sweetie. I promise no judgement at all, okay? Take Mr. Snuggles. Don’t fight it. Just breathe and give him a hug or use him as a shield for me.” As if commanding me with just the right almost magically seeming words, I quickly reach out and take him away. Replacing my hands with his body, I shield myself from everything else around me. Even the pale ghostly forms of the spirits still surrounding us. Even as I feel the tapes give way and all my skin become exposed to the air. Even the smell ammonia only to quickly be replaced by aloe and lavender as Gwen’s gentle touch with the wipes cleans me up quickly… almost as if dealing with a practiced hand at this. Even as the smells are replaced by baby powder… the same scent I initially smelled with Daisy. And even as Gwen gingerly fold up the diaper between my legs and tapes both sides shut. Ruffling the leg cuffs and patting the front, Gwen leans down to me and slowly pulls away Mr. Snuggles. “There. All done,” she says with a smile on her face only showing me kindness and sincerity instead of the mockery I once feared. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, right?” I want to say that it was horrible, that she violated my privacy and my right’s as a man just needing medical help… I want to say all that and more. But I just can’t. Deep down, in a place I rarely want to talk about, I feel that same familiar warmth. That glow I initially felt when I thought that Daisy was Frankie’s ghost instead. ‘Is this just my imagination? My fears making me hallucinate a phantom feeling that I only want to feel again? Or… is it something more?’ I’m not sure but looking into Gwen’s eyes and seeing hope and even a twinge of nervousness, I shake my head. “No… it was… well, kind of nice, actually.” I can almost hear as the heavy burden seemingly hovering around Gwen’s shoulders is instantly lifted. “I’m glad to hear that, honey. Now though… how about…?” Not even blinking, she then goes over to my dresser and before I can say a word, she’s fished out a pair of pajama shorts for me to wear. “How about these… or do you just want to wear your diaper back downstairs?” Looking down at the mass now situated between my legs, I know they know already… my previous leak and diaper bulge was obvious enough… but Gwen seeing is bad enough. “Those… the shorts,” I say hastily. Smiling, Gwen comes over and helps the shorts up into position. They leave little to the imagination of what I have underneath… but blue plaid is much better than shiny plastic and babyish animals smiling back at everyone. “There!” Gwen looks absolutely satisfied with their fit and then rapidly pulls me to my feet. “Now, you stick close. The others are fast, but it’s going to take a little bit for the nastier ghosts to be fully expelled from your house… even with all the protections and cleansers fully up tonight, okay?” I nod, pulling Mr. Snuggles in, almost not even thinking about it before getting closer to Gwen as well. Taking a deep breath and then looking Gwen… almost right as her expanded bubble collapses back to what it used to be, I nod. “Ready.” Smiling, Gwen holds my hand and chants a few more times as she leads me back downstairs, my waddle and my view of the numerous ghosts slowing us up a little bit… but we still make it. “All good up there?” Agatha questions, a little stick of burning sage smoldering in her hands still. “We’re good on the one front at least now, but…” She looks back at me briefly. “Considering how many places his eyes darted most of the time while we were up there, I’d say there are at least still 20 or more hovering around… probably more down here as well.” Both look at me as if to confirm, and I can only nod, stepping closer to Gwen as a particularly gruesome ghost tries to get closer to me… though still repelled by the barrier. The others still milling about with their own little chants and practices, Gwen and I sit on the couch together. The ghosts still swarming everywhere… though maybe a little less in a few corners beyond the central mass around us, I sit as close as I can to Gwen. If she minds, she doesn’t let on. Finally, Bertie snuffs out her own sage stick. “There. That should do it!” “But… but…” I look around in terror at the still numerous ghosts here. “Th… they’re still here! I… I thought they would b… be gone now?” Gwen sighs and shakes her head. “Sadly no. Remember what I said upstairs? The last are likely going to stick around until morning. The cleansing won’t be done maybe 10 tomorrow with this kind of force and numbers behind the ghosts, but the daylight will help you ease into that. Until then though, when only after will be kindly spirits who don’t want anything from you who can enter… I’ll stay and watch over. After all, I feel a little responsible for all this in the first place…” Bonnie almost looks like she’s about to object or make a nasty comment, but Gwen flashes a look that stops her cold. “The rest of you can go back to my shop tonight and do a little research and then we can reconvene tomorrow morning to decide our next steps. I’m sure I don’t need to remind any of you just how severe this can get.” The whole coven shakes their heads in unison. I want to ask, but from the grave looks I now see surrounding me, I think better of it. These women hold extreme power and even just joke occasionally about their past feats. They could just be making up stories… but there’s a part of me that feel they wouldn’t need to. So, if they’re intimidated at the very least by however severe this can get… I know to be worried as well.” Which is why I don’t object when Gwen pulls up a chair in my bedroom a little later when I’m trying to go to sleep. I also let her because, to my chagrin, the ghosts in my bedroom are worse than ever. “Still see them?” Gwen asks me, her concern as plain as day written over her face. I nod, not even caring at this point that Mr. Snuggles is living up to his name right beside me. Gwen nods and scoots her chair closer to me. “I probably shouldn’t help you out like this… but you need your sleep. Just… try and not get lulled in too deep for me, okay?” I almost ask what she means, but nodding, Gwen starts up right away and my question gets answered for me in mere seconds. Almost like a spell, Gwen begins to softly sing to me. I don’t understand the words, but each seemingly drags me closer and closer to sleep. “Sov, min lille venn. Legg ditt slitne hode til hvile. Jag bort det vonde og behold bare det gode. Sov, min lille venn.” Word by hauntingly and beautiful word, my eyes flutter close and I smile as a darkness takes me and holds me close. No fear… just peace. *              *              * I wake up the next morning, smiling… until I remember the events of the night before. My diaper warms a little as I bolt up and clutch Mr. Snuggles close to me, ready for the terror I witnessed last night… but instead, I see no ghosts. “Morning sleepy…” Gwen opens my door and comes in all smiley and happy, until she sees me in bed, likely still looking utterly terrified. “Oh sweetie.” She rushes over to me and sits on my bed before running her fingers over my arms still clutching tightly to Mr. Snuggles. “It’s okay. They should be gone now. I looked through the stone myself and the last left about an hour ago. It’s okay…” “T… they’re gone?” I ask, managing to form a few words together from my post-sleep scare. “All gone now in your house,” Gwen confirms for me tenderly. “There might still be a few floating around, but you’ll probably only see them at night, and they’ll definitely be more of the variety of friendly… maybe needy at worst, but that should only be a handful. Promise.” I nod and scooch away from my covers, only to reveal my sodden bulging diaper doing little to be hidden underneath my pajama shorts. Blushing, I try to cover up in front of Gwen. “That’s okay,” she tells me patting my thing a few times before getting up. “I had the coven grab us a few things from the store while I stayed on watch and so breakfast should be ready in a bit now. You change, shower, and get dressed and join me downstairs. We need to head to my shop as soon as we’re finished to get this thing figured out. The other ladies should have something by now.” I nod and as Gwen leaves, I get this strange urge to ask her to stay and help me get ready in the morning. It comes in like a flood, but I nearly slap myself at the thought. ‘No, Liam! Don’t even think that. Last night… last night was great. I felt protected… safe… but Gwen only did it because of the ghosts. You ask now and she’ll just think you’re a freak or something. Don’t offend the one person who absolutely seems to be on your side…’ Sighing, I take my own advice and quickly strip of my diaper and then hop in the shower. 40 minutes later, Gwen is walking by my side down the block to her shop, now both full with breakfast and ready to figure out what’s happening to me. Entering her shop, the other ladies of the coven, looking up at me tired from a long night of research, I quickly feel humbled in their presence. I want to thank them, but Gwen dives right to the point. “Morning, ladies. Found anything yet?” she asks, seemingly a little hopeful. “Nothing in here, unfortunately,” Bertie notes first, setting down her thick brown and leather-bound book on the shop counter next to her sister’s red leather-bound book. “Hers neither.” Henrieta nods in agreement. “Looked over a dozen or so books by now. We either don’t have the time, it’s not the right cycle of the moon or the season… or one of a dozen or so other things.” Agatha sighs and steps up close to Gwen and I. “Gwen… I know you don’t like asking for help with these things, but at this point… I think you know what you need to do.” Gwen sighs and bites her lip before nodding. “I was afraid you were going to say that…” Fear grips my stomach as she turns back to me. “We need a higher form of help…” About ten minutes later, each of us is waiting for the phone to pick up from some big wig witch apparently. Tapping my foot, my nerves must be obvious. “It’s going to be okay, Liam,” Gwen tries to reassure me. “We just need some more power with these things. If we don’t… these sorts of things can spiral out of control. You can be relatively safe in your house with what we’ve done, but… it’s getting darker sooner now and frankly… if this is as bad as we think, you might not be able to walk the streets at night anymore until we fix this completely.” “Oh…” Knowing day light savings time is only about a few weeks away now, I know just how badly that would interfere with my job. So, I keep silent and listen out for the phone. “Maleficia Council,” an automated voice finally says through the speaker phone so that all of us can hear what’s being said on the other end. “If you are a local coven and need assistance, please enter your council-approved code followed by the pound sign and your category of concern if you know it already. Otherwise, please listen for the beep.” Concentrating, Gwen slowly dials in the coven’s memorized number followed by the pound sign and the number nine and two. She then exhales and waits. Only about a minute later, a woman with a slight British accent answers the phone. “Fraterna Caritate Coven I see… Gwen? Is that you calling from this number?” “Yes,” Gwen hastily responds. “It’s me… plus, the rest of the coven, and the affected individual are here as well and you’re on speaker, Jane. We need help.” “I understand,” Jane says calmly. “Tell me your problem in detail and let’s see if we can solve it.” Gwen nods and starts to go into excruciating detail about everything that’s happened since I first felt the warm glow and saw the wispy presence of what I at first thought was Frankie’s ghost. After Gwen finishes, Jane doesn’t say anything at first but then takes a deep breath as if to steady herself from everything she just learned. “I see… from what I understand, it seems the connection was severed between the affected individual, Liam, and the ghost, Daisy, when it wasn’t supposed to be… or at least before the bond was ready to be severed.” “I think we can all agree to that at this point,” Bonnie says annoyedly. “Hello, Bonnie,” Jane responds back with a little bit of an attitude. “But now that we all know that, I also want to say that you all likely did all the right moves most of the time. Nearly all by the book.” She pauses, almost as if to give everyone a moment of relief. “That being said… with this connection, some bleed through should have been expected if the bond was very strong to begin with. There’s a missing element I think you all might be overlooking, but… that’s not important right now.” “It’s not?” Henrieta asks, her newness to the coven coming out a little. “It’s not,” Jane confirms. “In fact, the part that is important, is the link… or at least what’s left of it. If you will, think of the severed link like a piece of frayed electrical wire. Right now, Liam is experiencing a sort of static discharge field that’s allowing him to pierce through the mortal realm and into the spirit world.” “Oh…” is about all Gwen can say, her face now almost as pale as a ghost herself. “Oh, is right, Gwen,” Jane affirms. “If this type of connection continues… the ghosts could pull Liam over to their side… either by driving him insane and towards a desire to die or just simply pull his spirit right over to them like a horrific vacuum cleaner of sorts. Either way… not good.” I can feel my heart begin to pound with each dreadful word she spouts out over my potential future with my ‘frayed wire’ of a spirit connection. I feel doom begin to encircle me and the room goes fuzzy for a moment. I nearly collapse… but Gwen quickly notices and steadies me back up. Nodding, she takes a breath. “So, Jane… what do we do now?” “Now?” Jane pauses. “Yes… just what I thought. According to my guide here, you’ll need to find Daisy. You know her best, so go out and find her. Once she has been found, another procedure can be conducted to fix this problem. As this might take a moment, when you have found her ghost and she is willing to meet at an appointed time, call us back. The head of the council will then come and assist you all in resolving this matter.” “Eleanor…? The Supreme is coming… here? To help with… us?” Agatha questions, her words nearly failing her as her eyes grow wide in apparent shock. “Yes,” Jane confirms. “Eleanor is actually already in America. She’s fixing a twister problem in Kansas… again.” There’s an audible sigh on the other end. “Still… she’s already aware of your problem, and knowing the seriousness of your dilemma, she has already informed me that she is more than willing to assist you all.” “So, find… Daisy, and…” I question, seeing a slight flaw in all this. “How am I supposed to find a ghost when all of them are swarming me? How do I live until then?” “Liam, I presume,” she says matter-of-factly. “Until then, Liam, I suggest you go outside and find her. Your little coven should help you with the rest. Now, if you excuse me, I need to deal with a risen mummy crisis over in Egypt… again.” The line then goes dead. “Well… never was one much for manners… Hmphhh!” Bonnie and her definitely have a history… but I’m far too occupied with this whole plan and just how loose or how much seems to be depending on me now. “But we have a commitment!” Agatha says happily. “Yes… but how do I even…?” I waffle my hands back and forth just to try and demonstrate how lost I am now. “Well… that’s the tricky part, Liam,” Gwen explains to me. “You see… we also know that Daisy is wary of us witches… so you’ll need to go out by yourself… at night.” “What?” I exclaim, now looking at everyone like they suddenly lost their minds. “I can’t do that! That’s… impossible! They’ll swam me and everything!” “You have to try, honey,” Gwen tires to tell me reassuringly… and only half working. “But… I understand your concern, so… I might have a solution or two that could help you out.” That night, not wanting to waste a moment, I’m lined up by the door just after midnight… just as Gwen suggested to me earlier. I then look down and check myself out according to what she suggested as well. ‘Thick and clean diaper… check. Dark and unassuming clothes to blend in case of a leak or me causing an incident… check. Cell phone for emergencies with Gwen’s personal number added in… check. House keys… check. Pacifier in pocket for emergencies… check.’ I then look down into my arms and see Mr. Snuggles. At first, I nearly rejected her suggestion on the spot… but Gwen gave me a compelling argument I couldn’t strike down. First off, per her suggestion, adding a little sage and other spices into a mini pouch I fashioned on him could help me in a pinch against the ghosts. Secondly though, and more importantly according to Gwen, he seemed to be a shield and source of comfort for me last night. Tonight, as I look out my front door and already see the ghosts waiting for me… I feel any little bit of comfort I can muster up; I’m going to bring. So, taking a deep breath, I step outside. Just as I finish locking my door and take one step off my front stoop, the ghosts come for me. Hordes of the dead swarm my position, blocking any exit I want to make back home in a second. I try to make it through, but the angriest of the lot only seem to block my path back. Looking away for any kind of exit, there’s so many, and I quickly get overwhelmed. “Please! Please!” I shout, not even thinking or caring if I did what all this would like to anyone else. “I need… to… find… Daisy!” But the throngs of horrific and mangled humans block my path, and their demands drown out my own. Each ghastly spirit comes close, shouting at me for some will or some desire they wish… likely their unfinished business. Unfortunately, when I don’t automatically grant their request though, they get angry… they get mean. They can’t do much to me physically, unlike Daisy who was actually inhabiting my body, but their insults and their yelling quickly cowers me as their wave of sound drowns out any calming thought I have. Fearing for my sanity, I flee my house, hoping to find a church nearby I can duck into, a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ situation that Agatha mentioned to me earlier today. I know exactly where one is, and it’s nearby… but every turn I make, I get blocked by an even nastier spirit. Some almost seem to even toy with me when I don’t grant their demand on the spot… a few just dodging out of the way in time for me to see a car coming and nearly hit me in some instances. I try to make it to the nearest church… but in the dead of the night, with my path blocked completely, I see a park where there’s seemingly less ghosts. Curiously, while a few still follow, most don’t. Unfortunately, it’s still just enough and mostly made of the particularly angry ones, that I run away in fear and don’t look where I’m going… until I trip over a stone and go sprawling to the ground. Panicking and crying now with all this death around me, I lose all my reason and feel like the Earth is just swallowing me whole. I see no way out now and I squeeze Mr. Snuggles as I contract into the fetal position. I feel panic rise in me. My heart beats like it’s going to explode from the sheer amount of fear I’m taking in all at once. ‘When did I become such a scaredy cat?’ I want the answer to that question, maybe even blaming Daisy once again… but only the pain and the terror surround me and shut out nearly every other rational thought. There is nothing else. I am nothing else except the increasingly wet diaper, Mr. Snuggles, and my horror and fright over what I’m witnessing tonight. But then it stops. The ghosts begin back up and break away from me. A few snarl or groan or moan and even shriek… but it’s like the last dying breath of theirs before beating a solid retreat. I want to look up and see what is happening, but before I do, I then hear a faint voice at first. It’s tiny and distant, but it soon becomes louder and more forceful as it nears to where I’m still cowering. “Shoo! Shoo! All of you!” the now audible woman cries at the ghosts. “You should be ashamed of yourselves! I know you can only feel anguish or sorrow or misery these days with all your nonsense… I understand that.” The woman then pauses. “But think of this little one! Look how scared you’ve made them! Shame on you all!” I hear only words… no hitting or punching or chanting… just shameful words thrown at the spirits around me. Again, I want to look… but instead, I just stay there, quivering under fear and holding Mr. Snuggles as tightly as I can. I’m quickly reminded of when I was young and I tried to squeeze out my fears from under the covers that the monsters under my bed or in my closet weren’t real. Often, back then, only my mom could help me out, and strangely, as the woman’s threats begin to soften, she curiously reminds me of her. Less than a minute later though, I feel the cool sensation of goosebumps along my neck dissipate. Feeling the worst is over, I open my eyes slowly and look around for my savior. I nearly shake with the nervousness of what that someone would even think of me… all alone in the park in the middle of the night, diapered and with my teddy to protect me. Obviously, they saw the ghosts… ‘But what about me?’ Sighing at the thought but wanting to thank them dearly, I look around for this person… only to see a single ghost, now coming closer to my frightened form. ‘No… this can’t be. They had no desires… no anger towards me. No demands! How? How could this spirit help me? This has to be a trick!’ I question it all, but sure enough, this young woman, obviously dead as all… simply floats up to me with a warm smile. Seeing me finally coming out of my shell, she settles down and crouches near to me. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

Though I'm not completely incontinent at this point, I am diapered 24/7. When I travel, I just roll up my wet diaper tightly, put it in a small trash bag, ( 13 gal kitchen size. ) tie it off, and drop it in the room waste basket. I've been doing this for 10 - 12 years, and I've never gotten a comment from hotel staff. A couple times, when I was staying at the same hotel for a week, I found that they didn't clean the rooms daily. So after a few days, I had about 4 or 5 diapers piling up. Then I would put them in a larger black trash bag, and search out a larger trash can, or even the hotel dumpster.  What's funny, is that with hotel security now days, there's usually cameras watching the halls and public areas. So if they want to find out who's dumping bags of wet diapers in trashcans, they can.

Ah ok.  I think it talks about the "flopped frog" position and others have told me that this position DOES help. The other school of thought is transitioning to supine wetting (laying down) in stages.  I've heard good things from that too: Wet your diaper standing next to the bed Wet your diaper kneeling on the bed Wet your diaper sitting on the bed Start wetting your diaper sitting and lay down once you've started Visualising being in a warm bath (well, that happens soon enough) works for some as does exhalation of breath.  I believe it also helps to be a bit wet to begin with. Once you've started, it's just down to practice and it quickly becomes easier.