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By Little BabyDoll Christine · Posted
What you could do as an alternative is go to Ebay and input to the search engine "baby powder fragrance 100% strong". You may have to try several different oncs. It does not take much. The one I got came with a tiny eyedropper and it does require shaking well at each use, but since this was not run through a professional homogenizing device, that is a good idea anywah -
Chapter 5 “So, you’re walking now,” I noted to Hanako when we were close to the building. “What?” she asked. “You were hovering until Phys Ed class. Now you’re walking.” “Oh! I guess once I worked out the rhythm for jogging and running I just kept doing it. I can stop if you want.” “I don’t want one or the other,” I said as we reached the double doors to the school. I pulled one side open and held it for her. “It does make you seem more like a person.” “Maybe it’s because you treat me like a person,” she said, phasing through the other door unimpeded. “I still know I’m not one, though,” she added. I followed her through the door I had opened. “Yeah, being see-through does give it away,” I remarked. “Sorry if this question is treating you like a ghost, but,” I lowered my voice, “do I need to change my diaper? You’ve seen more of them than me, and we’d have to go back to the classroom to get the second one if I do. You can look through my clothes if you need to.” She stopped, turned, and looked at my abdomen, and I stopped as well to make it easier for her. “No, it’s still fine,” she said softly, and waited until I caught up to her before she continued towards the stairs. “I can tell you used it a bit more, but it’s not the wettest anyone’s has been by this time of day and they didn’t leak.” “I wasn’t sure if the running broke up the material,” I clarified. “It’s bunched up a bit, but they always bunch up. You should be able to make it through lunch,” she replied. “Oh, good, that’ll save some time.” We started climbing the stairs side by side, not too quickly since I was a bit fatigued from my run. “So did you remember how to walk and jog and run from when you were alive, or did you just figure it out as you went along?” “And how to climb stairs? I guess I remembered them, except it felt weird because I expected gravity to work on me, and it only works on you.” “I wondered how your memories worked when you started school. It was third grade, right?” “Yeah, during the Cultural Festival, some other student’s mother had her baby with her and she needed to… clean him up, and she didn’t know about my washroom, so she brought him in. Once she was done I had a weird feeling and I haunted him, all the way down the hall. She asked me to stop following her, but she was too far from the washroom so I couldn’t. Then she went to the principal to complain about me, but he said, ‘she’s not a student here,’ and I asked, ‘can I be?’ They brought someone in from the Prefectural Exorcism Department who thought it was a great idea, they did some experiments with student volunteers to make sure it worked consistently, then they started sending me to class.” Since I was going to ask about that later (and it was a more detailed version of rumors I had heard), I decided not to directly mention that it wasn’t what I meant by my question. “So if you started in the middle of the school year, you must have remembered all of grade two math and Japanese, and enough of grade three math and Japanese that you didn’t fall behind.” We reached the third floor and turned toward her washroom. “Who’s to say I didn’t fall behind? They never tested me.” “They could have, if the tests were multiple choice. Just point at which one you think is right and have someone mark it down for you.” “They’d need someone who wasn’t in my class to take Hanako Duty, since the rest of the class would be writing the test at the same time.” “They could do it if they cared about your education.” “At least at first, I think they cared about getting their washroom back. It sounded like they thought I’d ‘find peace’ if I finished the year. Instead I got visibly older, so they clearly had to move me up to fourth grade.” “It sounds like according to whatever your rules are, you didn’t fall behind.” We reached her washroom door, and I knocked. “Anyone in there?” “There’s never anyone in there,” she asserted. “I’m a boy. I feel like I should always check.” I opened the door and swapped my shoes for bathroom slippers. “If nobody comes in here I could change out in the open.” I looked at her and she didn’t visibly have an opinion. “Yeah, I’m going to use a stall.” I returned to the same stall I had used in the morning and closed the door. “How did you know about Sekigahara, though? Did they used to teach that in second grade?” I asked as I pulled down my trousers. More of the wetness indicator on my diaper was blue now; I had peed a little more, but I wondered if it was also from sweat. “Because they definitely don’t now, so maybe you remembered it from watching anime, or reading manga—” “—or having a samurai nerd in my fourth grade class?” she suggested. “Oh, Yeah, that would do it.” As I was a bit ashamed to have not thought of such an obvious way of her knowing something like that (an odd thing to feel while wearing a wet paper diaper), I continued changing in silence, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when the silence was broken by the question, “Which color paper would you like—red or blue?” At least this time she didn’t stick her head through the stall door to ask it. This was a much better situation than the last time to try giving Hanako’s own answer back to her: we were alone, with thick bathroom walls between us and anyone who might hear. The lights might even have been on another circuit from the other rooms, in case a flickering thing happened again. So I took a deep breath and confidently yelled back, “You’re awful! I hate you!” I immediately regretted it: her response was a wail of the deepest sadness I had ever heard. I threw open the door to the stall still half-dressed and blurted, “I’m so sorry, Hanako-san, I don’t hate you, you’re not awful, I was just repeating what you said—” but I stopped as I noticed that while tears were pouring from her now eight-year-old eyes, she wasn’t tracking me with them. The sadness was the response to what she had said. After a moment she grew back to ten-year-old size, looked around, and asked, “Why am I crying?” Before I could decide how to explain, she added, “Did you ask me my own question, and then give my own answer back to me?” “You remembered?” I asked. “I remembered what happened the last time someone did that. You’re not the only person to try it. You should have told me what you had planned; I could have saved you some trouble.” “Sorry,” I said, meaning both for not checking and for making her cry. I closed the stall door again and hastily finished changing back into my street clothes. When I opened the door again her eyes were dry. “Ready to go back to class?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said. I swapped the bathroom slippers for my shoes again and we started walking down the hallway toward the stairwell. I noticed we were making the kind of silence she tended to fill with her question, so I broke it by saying, “I really am sorry for making you cry, Hanako-san.” “I’m not the one who was sad,” she replied. “It was someone in the past. Someone I don’t remember.” “I guess,” I said. My murder theory was always an outside shot, but it seemed even less likely now. That wasn’t a cry of physical pain, or being upset at being called awful and hated. It had to have been someone who loved Hanako finding out she was dead, and if that person had been there when she died, they would have been there for the red-paper-blue-paper question and there probably would have been some record of it for someone else who Hanako asked the question of to have found. Probably whoever asked the question was the one who was sad, but that question, that answer, and Hanako dying didn’t seem to fit together. There had to be something missing. As we reached the stairwell and started descending, it was Hanako’s turn to break the silence to head off her own question. “The thing is, Takeshi-kun, I don’t want to be a nuisance to anyone. I want everyone to be happy to have me come to class, so if you can figure out the answer to my question so I can stop asking it, I’d really appreciate it. But maybe next time you have an idea, let me know what it is first so I can save you the trouble if someone already tried it.” “If I think of one in time, I will,” I replied. “Maybe there should be a ‘Hanako’s Mystery’ club where students can team up to share our ideas and keep track of which answers we’ve tried.” I was already a member of a club, but it only met once a week—that afternoon, in fact. I could join another. “We’d need a teacher’s support, though, and there’s a minimum membership for official clubs. Do you think enough students who had Hanako Duty would be interested in joining?” “There might be a few. The bigger problem is unless you plan to meet in the washroom, someone would have to take extra Hanako Duty after school so I could attend.” Uh oh. If this was my idea, had I automatically volunteered? -
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By astrodiaper · Posted
Nothing padded ATM, but was in a Wellness Superio for bed. I certainly got some use out of it thanks to the toilet not flushing like it should. I’m gonna have to figure out when I can have the maintenance department in my building come and check that out because I sleep during the day and I’d rather not be woke up -
I fussed a bit and then let out a small burp as this was the first you nursed me with me not having any teeth as i then settled now that i had a full tummy. I still remained in your arms laying my head on your shoulder as maggie speaks up "i know your parents had no right doing what they did to you and no matter what you have your daughter again and we are gonna get the justice she deserves after the orphanage failed to properly care for her".
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