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It’s VERY liberating. I once flooded my diaper in line. It can be kinda scary the first time but once you come to terms with the fact most people won’t really notice. It’s so nice. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I'm in diapers all the time, so I've worn them to my share of movies, and I have to say that the two go well together, generally. The financing-available price points for the concessions correlate with them being unnecessarily large, in order to give the impression of "value"; even though fountain pop costs 30 cents a gallon, they are giving you a gallon, granted, for $22. Guzzling a vat of soda can be seen as inconsistent with desiring to stay in the same seat for 120 minutes, but, if you have a big diaper on, you're dancing. There aren't great "diaper dares" to be had at the movies, however, because you're generally sitting in the dark, with stuff on your lap, so even if you had your diaper sticking out of your trousers, it probably wouldn't register on anyone's radar. Deciding to, for example, drop a load in your Pampers, while sitting elbow-to-elbow with anyone you are not intimately familiar with, would be deeply impolite, so I don't recommend that. I suppose you could pop a pacifier in at some point, and it might go largely unnoticed, while also, if it were noticed, not impinging unfairly on anyone else's enjoyment of the thing they paid $52 to enjoy (if they got popcorn). What kind of dares have you engaged in, in the past, @ECL? -
Chapitre 1 Quand Arthur se réveilla, ce fut les habituels cris des enfants qui arrivèrent à ses oreilles. Il se leva et ouvrit les volets pour observer l'origine de ce vacarme. Des enfants riants et s’amusants dans le grand parc, voilà ce qu'était son quotidien. C'était sa famille en quelque sorte, ils vivaient tous ensemble dans cette grande maison qui appartenait à la famille d'accueil qui l'avait recueilli. Il allait malheureusement devoir la quitter car c'était le jour de ses 18 ans. 18 ans, l'âge qu'il redoutait le plus. Bien que la maison soit immense, faute de place, les enfants devaient partir à cet âge, soit dans une autre famille soit chez un proche en attendant d'être complètement indépendant. Après avoir observé les enfants avec nostalgie, il jeta un œil au portrait sur sa table de chevet. Un homme et une femme se tenait, souriants, un appareil photo a la main. Ses parents étaient journalistes, alors qu'ils partaient en reportage en Irak, une bombe a explosé à côté de l'hôtel où ils séjournaient. Arthur n'avait que 3 ans à l'époque. Il prit le portrait et le déposa dans sa valise avant de la fermer. Les adieux à la famille furent brefs. Sa mère adoptive, voyant son inquiétude, le rassura : -Ne t'inquiètes pas Arthur, la société qui gère ton dossier t'a trouvé un très bon tuteur. Il est jeune, mais a une grande maison. Tu seras bien là bas. Il les remercia encore avant de quitter la maison. Sans savoir pourquoi, Arthur redoutait la rencontre avec cet homme. Après plusieurs heures de bus, il arriva, lui et sa valise, devant un grand parking où quelques voitures étaient stationnées. Un homme lui fit signe à l'intérieur d'une BMW. Arthur s'approcha, la gorge nouée. C'était son nouveau tuteur au volant de cette belle voiture, il devait avoir 24 ans à tout casser pensa-t-il. Il était plutôt grand, des cheveux bruns aux reflets noirs, un visage d'ange. Arthur devait l'admettre : il était carrément beau. Plutôt rassuré par son physique, il entra dans la voiture. -Salut Arthur, moi c'est Liam, content d'enfin te rencontrer ! Lui lança-t-il avec un sourire radieux. -Enchanté... Liam. -Pose ta valise derrière et met ta ceinture, je t'emmène chez moi ! Enfin... Chez nous à partir d'aujourd'hui ! La route ne fut pas très longue, Liam essayait visiblement de détendre l'atmosphère en lui posant quelques questions, bien conscient que ce changement de vie devait être beaucoup d'émotions pour le jeune garçon. Ils s'arrêtèrent finalement devant une grande maison moderne, entourée par un haut portail. -Tu... as quelqu'un à voir là dedans ? Osa Arthur troublé par leur arrêt. -C'est ici que j'habite ! Ça ne te plait pas ? Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent. Comment se fait-il qu'un si jeune homme possède une maison aussi luxueuse que celle-ci. -Ah si si, bafouilla-t-il, c'est juste que… -Allez, descends ! Je m'occupe de ta valise ! -Merci... Arthur était clairement impressionné. -Et... Vous vivez seul ici ? - Tutoie-moi enfin ! Mais oui, seul dans cette grande maison... Ta présence va me changer tu sais. Ils entrèrent dans la demeure. L'entrée donnait directement sur un salon, ouvert sur la cuisine, le tout évidemment très spacieux. A côté de la cuisine se trouvait un escalier, séparés par un petit corridor. - Ta chambre est à l'étage, lui indiqua Liam. Monte, je te rejoins. Arthur prit donc l'escalier qui le mena dans un couloir, éclairé par un puits de lumière. Il s'aventura dans cette maison inconnue, observant les portes et les murs, vierges de toute décoration, jusqu'à ce qu'un détail attire son attention. Une plaque se trouvait sur une porte, et pas n'importe quelle plaque. Elle était gravée à son nom. Sur le moment, il ne su si c'était adorablement mignon comme attention, ou carrément flippant. Supposant que c'était sa chambre, il ouvrit la porte en face de lui. La lumière s'alluma toute seule et il découvrit une chambre d'ado classique –quoiqu'un peu enfantine- mais surtout extrêmement moderne. Un lit blanc légèrement surélevé, des étagères avec des petits écrans, un autre écran sur le bureau, un autre sur le mur... Arthur avait les yeux pleins d'étoiles. Lui qui était habitué à la vie pittoresque dans sa famille d'accueil pendant presque 15 ans, se dire qu'il allait vivre ici le laissait bouche bée. Seule cette armoire à côté de la fenêtre l'intriguait. Les motifs enfantins dessus contrastaient avec le reste des meubles. Il s'approcha de celle-ci lorsqu'une voix le surpris par derrière. -
Chapter 1 When Arthur woke up, the usual sounds of children shouting reached his ears. He got up and opened the shutters to observe the source of the noise. Laughing and playing children in the large park—this was his everyday life. In a way, they were his family; they all lived together in this big house that belonged to the foster family who had taken him in. Unfortunately, he would have to leave it because today was his 18th birthday. Eighteen, the age he dreaded the most. Despite the house being huge, due to lack of space, the children had to leave at this age, either to another family or to a relative until they were fully independent. After watching the children with nostalgia, he glanced at the picture on his bedside table. A man and a woman stood, smiling, with a camera in hand. His parents were journalists, and when they were on assignment in Iraq, a bomb exploded near the hotel where they were staying. Arthur was only three years old at the time. He picked up the picture and placed it in his suitcase before closing it. The goodbyes to the family were brief. His adoptive mother, seeing his worry, reassured him: "Don't worry, Arthur, the organization handling your case found you a very good guardian. He's young but has a big house. You'll be fine there." He thanked them once more before leaving the house. Without knowing why, Arthur dreaded meeting this man. After several hours of bus travel, he arrived, with his suitcase, in front of a large parking lot where a few cars were parked. A man signaled to him from inside a BMW. Arthur approached, his throat tight. This was his new guardian, at the wheel of that beautiful car, and he couldn't be more than 24 years old, Arthur thought. He was rather tall, with brown hair with black highlights, and an angelic face. Arthur had to admit: he was really handsome. Somewhat reassured by his appearance, he got into the car. "Hi Arthur, I'm Liam, nice to finally meet you!" he said with a radiant smile. "Pleased to meet you... Liam." "Put your suitcase in the back and buckle up, I'm taking you to my place! Well... our place from today!" The drive wasn't very long, and Liam visibly tried to ease the atmosphere by asking him a few questions, fully aware that this life change must be very emotional for the young boy. They finally stopped in front of a large modern house, surrounded by a high gate. "Do you have someone to see in there?" Arthur ventured, troubled by their stop. "This is where I live! Don't you like it?" His eyes widened. How could such a young man own such a luxurious house? "Oh, yes, yes," he stammered, "it's just that..." "Come on, get out! I'll take care of your suitcase!" "Thanks..." Arthur was clearly impressed. "And... do you live here alone?" "Yes, alone in this big house... Your presence will be a change for me, you know." They entered the house. The entrance opened directly into a living room, open to the kitchen, all very spacious. Next to the kitchen was a staircase, separated by a small corridor. "Your room is upstairs," Liam indicated. "Go on up, I'll join you." Arthur took the stairs, which led to a hallway lit by a skylight. He ventured into this unknown house, observing the doors and walls, devoid of any decoration, until a detail caught his attention. A plaque was on a door, and not just any plaque. It was engraved with his name. At the moment, he wasn't sure if it was adorably cute or downright creepy. Assuming it was his room, he opened the door in front of him. The light turned on automatically, and he discovered a classic teen's bedroom—although a bit childish—but extremely modern. A slightly elevated white bed, shelves with small screens, another screen on the desk, and another on the wall... Arthur's eyes were full of wonder. Having been used to the rustic life in his foster family for almost 15 years, the idea of living here left him speechless. Only the wardrobe next to the window intrigued him. The childish patterns on it contrasted with the rest of the furniture. He approached it when a voice surprised him from behind.
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