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I have no idea why I want to do this, I just do. I wear diapers sometimes, but it's not the same. I've only intentionally wet my pants once, and it was laundry day as I was standing in the bath tub for easy clean up. I really want to put on a pair of cotton panties and tight

New story from the creative minds of Sophie & Pudding! Actually this one was my idea, so I'm really proud of it. It's a slow regression story, but I think there's enough content to keep everyone engaged. The story is also available on Patreon for supporters in ePub and PDF formats. I hope you enjoy it! Small Frosty Pt. 1 by: Sophie & Pudding 1.) I sat quietly at the kitchen table, playing with the ring on my finger. Remy was working late again - he always worked late on Fridays. I just thought maybe tonight would be different. He would get home and there would be a huge surprise dinner for him! I started preparations at noon. But as I played with the ring on my finger - a ring he'd given me no more than a year ago - I knew it was all for nothing. I licked the tip of my finger and squeezed the flame out of the candle. Maybe he would have some free time this weekend, I thought. We could go to the aquarium, like we used to. Wednesday had wasted so much money on that meal, money that had been earmarked for other, more important things. What had possessed her to be so compulsive? I'd told her long in advance about last night, I'd told her and all she ever cared to remember was what suited her and her fairy tale narrative. Ugh. I was still in my work suit at five in the morning, washing dishes and throwing away food she couldn't even have the good sense to put in the fridge for leftovers, while the love of my life was sleeping on the sofa, drooling on the fabric again. "Wake up." I nudged her gently, my tone warm and soft as it always was. “Come on, up to bed with you." Don't ask me to carry you, don't ask me to carry you, don't ask me to carry you... why was I even fighting it in my head? It was her trademark move. It was morning? The sun was just barely poking through the windows, which I'd forgotten to close. I looked up at Remy with a small, sleepy smile. He was still in his work clothes, though? When had he gotten home? Had he worked all night? Was it Saturday? Too many questions... too sleepy... "Carry me?" I asked with a little pout. I was impossible to refuse. It was hard to mount any kind of protest against Ginger’s insinuations that I was engaged to a child in an adult’s body when she went and did things like that. Ever diplomatic and warm, kind even when I was annoyed with her, I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms the same way I always had. It was easy when she barely bristled 5’1. "You know you're not allowed to sleep on the couch, you goofball." "I was waiting up for you." He picked me up under the legs and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He looked tired. He really had worked all night, hadn't he? "Sleep with me for a while? And I thought today we could go to the aquarium, or we could see a movie?" It felt like I hadn't seen Remy in years! "We'll see, Frosty.” Because one of us hadn't already slept the whole night. Honestly she should have been asking what she could do during the day while I slept, but expecting that much level of adult initiative of Wednesday was naive of me. Ginger was right about her. I mean, she wasn't. I was just tired and irritated. Wednesday was my fiancée and I needed to be more understanding about her personality. But sometimes she made it hard. He had to shower. I told him I could shower with him! But the second he put me down on the bed, I was out like a light. When I woke up, it was two in the afternoon and Remy wasn't in bed with me. I rubbed my eyes and scrambled for my phone. He'd always text me if he went somewhere, but there weren't any texts. He must be around here somewhere... oh, I was still in my day clothes from yesterday. There was laughter coming from the living room when she came down the hall. The woman with hair the color of a fire hydrant that my fiancée was none too much a fan of was setting stuff on the table for an english afternoon tea, crustless sandwiches and all. Ginger noticed we weren't alone first. "Oh heeeey Wendy, you're finally awake, and before the sun went to sleep, too! I guess I lost that bet. Go wash your hands, princess, and sit at the table." Ginger worked with children, she told me. As her night job. She wasn't intentionally condescending - it was just how she was. "Well go on, you hear what Ginger said.” I opened my mouth in frustration and decided against it. Ginger was one of Remy's work friends. She worked two floors above him, in a different department. How they'd gotten so chummy, I didn't understand. But I hated her. I knew she didn't mean to talk down to people, but that didn't make her any easier to deal with. And she spent too much time with Remy... "Be right back," I said under my breath and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. "Make sure to get under your nails, Wendy~" "She's in a bad mood, I'm sorry. She slept on the sofa and then overslept, you know how she is." "She just needs some discipline, Jeremy." Ginger was the only one who called me by my full name, and it made me feel... masculine. I liked that. "Girls like her, her Daddy spoiled her growing up and now she thinks the world is her sandbox." "Come on Ging, she's not like that, she's just... idealistic, that's all." "You mean childish, right?" I came out of the bathroom at the tail of the conversation. Childish? I gave her a harsh glare. "Are you here for something?" “I just brought some tea and cakes over." "Thanks for stopping by." I walked past her and took a cake off the tray, popping it in my mouth. Remy knew I didn't like her. He kept telling me I had to "get to know her better". Why do people always say that? Why would I want to get to know someone better if I already hate them? "Be polite, Wednesday, Ginger is our guest. She even cut the crusts off the sandwiches, just for you." Not because it was tradition or anything. But sometimes being engaged meant understanding when the truth was not always the best option of what to say. "Would you like some tea? Go on, sit down alright, we're doing afternoon tea, it's like what they do in England." Somewhere Wendy desperately wanted to visit, once we had the money. "Fine," I relented, and went to sit down at the coffee table in the living room. I looked up at the two of them, working the kettle together. Like it was a two person fucking job. Whatever. I knew Remy wouldn't cheat on me. I trusted him. I just... I sighed and leaned back on the sofa. I wanted to go to the aquarium today... I wanted to spend time alone with him. The sandwiches had cucumber and cream cheese, which Wednesday hated. Sprouts and butter, which Wednesday hated. And Nutella and banana, which Wednesday loved. Ginger gave me a wry smile across the living room and I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so having tea hot, that's new, right? Isn't it Wednesday? How do we take it, Ginger? Is it like coffee?" I knew, of course. Ginger and I had done this before, but I wanted my pouty faced fiancee to be involved in this. "Not quite." The woman poured the tea and I ate one of the little sandwiches. My fingers were sticky from the tiny cake I'd eaten, but I soon licked them clean. Ginger passed me a teacup and the little sugar cube. "You'll like it more with this." Begrudgingly, I took the cup and dropped the cube into it. It made the tea a little milky. And it tasted pretty good, too! Huh... "See? Isn't this fun?" "This is what we grown-ups do on Saturday afternoons, you know, instead of sleeping in all day." "What's this?" "It's a sticky bun." "What's it got in it?" "It's a sticky bun, just try it, Jeremy." Sometimes she even made me feel like a kid, but she did so playfully. Ginger was much more pointed when it came to my fiancée. Jeremy. Ugh. She was so fucking pretentious. I took another sip of tea and bit into my sandwich. When was she going to leave? "So. Ginger. Does this project thing keep you busy all the time too? Remy's been working crazy hours." What did I want her to say? Yes? And she was alone with my fiancé every night? I shuffled uncomfortably on the sofa. "Oh it's such a bear, Wendy, you simply have no idea. I have another project in the evening, and then there with your boy working on the project until the sun shows its pretty face. Sometimes when you grow up, you work two jobs, though. Don't worry too much about it, though, Jeremy's in line for promotion, so you not working won't be a big deal." "Oh, yeah." I hadn't told Wednesday about that yet. "It looks like I'm getting a promotion, doll, isn't that great?" "...a promotion?" I tried to ignore Ginger's rude comments; she had worked with kids for most of her life, so the condescension came naturally. It wasn't my fault I didn't work! I got laid off, and... and well I just hadn't gotten around to getting a new job yet. It was a tough market out there! "Does that mean you'll be working less? You already work so much..." "It could mean a little more hours, but..." "If you pick up the slack around here, then he won't need to come home and clean and tidy up after you, and you'll get more time together." Yeah, I'd vented to Ginger about this morning, which was probably a mistake, but her and I were becoming really close friends. What? What had she said? I just stared at her, my mouth open wide, and then I looked up at Remy in frustration. "What are you telling her?! I don't pull my weight around here? You're always working! Always! And I'm here alone and..." Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, I felt tears in my eyes. Damnit. Fuck. "Fine. Whatever." I got up off the sofa and went to grab my jacket. I'd just get a fucking job. Fuck this. "Wait." Surprising maybe everybody, it was Ginger who grabbed Wednesday by the wrist, and she immediately pulled the crying girl into her arms like she'd done that a thousand times. I watched, gobsmacked, as she played with my fiancée’s hair and cooed gently to her, speaking too quiet for me to hear. "Nobody thinks you don't do enough, nobody thinks you're not good enough. Working isn't something for a pretty fiancée to be doing, why work for someone else? Work for your man, because he loves you. You're his princess. And you're beautiful. You're beautiful and it's okay. You're not in any trouble." I didn't expect that. I didn't expect her to stop me or to hold me or to... to make sense. More than anything, I didn't expect to hug her back. The top of my head only came up to her shoulders and I pushed my face into her neck. She was warm. She was a good hugger. I still hated Ginger, I did. But she really knew how to make a girl feel better... "Nobody is cross with you, just try to be good going forward, okay? Will you do that? For Jeremy? He's so kinda and gentle, isn't he? He's very clever, and he loves you very much." I didn't know what happened. How my fiancée had gone from explosion to peaceful calm, her puffy red eyes the only sign once she sat back down that anything had happened. Quietly, she ate another finger sandwich. I didn't like that I wasn't working. I didn't like that I was stuck inside alone all day. And I did make him dinner! He just wasn't home to eat it. That wasn't my fault. But I guess I could clean up a little bit. And maybe I could ask Lala if she knew of any part time jobs in the area... or if they had an opening at her work. I sighed. I was over reacting...

Well.... I had no plans to write this at all. Over a week ago I posted this idea in the Idea Adoption Thread, however over the last week I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head and have figured out a story for it. If anyone else wants to write their own version of the "universe" i would say for it, though it isn't a new idea to say the least. If you want to get a basic idea of the world you can read but was posted in the adoption thread, however everything about the world a person will learn as we go through. I want to finish the rewrite of DTA/Little Time Daycare but until I get this out of my head I'm not able to focus on that story at the moment. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 Weekend sales always drew large crowds and today was no different. Becky would normally avoid the mall when it was like this, however the sale on winter leggings was something she wouldn't pass up even if it was late summer. Becky normally bought clothing out of season to get the best price on everything, let everyone else buy the most expensive and "in" looks. As she turned a corner an old friend came into view. "Mai, I didn't know you worked here!" The girl jumped at hearing her name. "Becky it's been a long time." Embracing like old friend. "I started working here a month ago, Employment Registration only had three choices for me after I stopped working at the factory. This was the best of the three, I really don't want to work in fast food." "Why'd they let you go?" "They didn't let me go, the factory was moved. It's to far away to drive to everyday and the pay was... well you know "our" level of pay." Mai went back to stocking the shelves. "What brings you here today?" "The sale on leg warmers." Mai started laughing, "you would! Everyone else is here for the sale on summer clothes and your getting ready for winter. The leg warmers are behind me." "How do you like working here?" "It's alright. Being the new girl I get the crappy weekend shifts but I'm hoping to get most to all weekday shifts in the next few months." Becky groaned, "I remember working weekends at Sammy's, and being a waitress sucks... Well it does for us at least, I could see many women liking it." "Oh that brings back memories, does Alex still work there?" "I don't think she will ever leave that job unless they force her out. She likes the people that come in there more then other restaurants." Becky said. "She likes being around other DGs which I can't blame her, it's been hard for her since her mother died." Mai nodded and turned back to stocking. For Becky sure enough the leggings were right behind Mai. Becky started looking through what was on the shelves; talking to Mai would be great but she had to shop at the same time, didn't want to get Mai in trouble if her boss walked through. With winter coming Becky figured she would stock up now, it wasn't uncommon for a few leg warmers to get stained over the winter and she would just end up tossing them out. As she took a step to see the other leg warmers it happened, a sudden warm mush started to fill the seat of her diaper. She was happy it hadn't made a sound other then the crinkle of her diaper, will all these women around she didn't want to draw attention to herself. As if nothing had happened she went back to shopping. A few moments later Becky could hear Mai sniffing. Becky turned to see her friend stop her work to reach around and pat the seat of her own diaper. "It's me, don't worry about it." Mai looked around for a moment, like she was seeing who was in ear shot. "You should go change before someone finds you." "I'll change when I'm done, no reason to hurry." Mai looked at her with a perplexed look on her face for a moment before she went back to stocking. "Oh Becky I wanted to asked how's your fath... I mean Sam?" Becky put down the leg warmers she was holding. "You hear what happened?" There was a long pause because Mai said, "ya." Becky sighed and picked up the leg warmers again and kept shopping. "She was sent to the playpen, I see her now and then but you need to schedule visits at least two weeks in advanced so I don't see her much." Becky looks down at the leg warmers darkly and adds, "not like she knows who I am anymore anyway." "Becky, I'm sorry-." Mai's sentence was cut short when a loud wet fart released from the seat of her diaper. Mai's eyes went wide for a moment and she started to blush as she looked at Becky. Becky just smiled at Mai, "I guess I'm going to be sorry now." Becky said as the smell of Mai's fart made it's way to her. Suddenly a voice rang out, "you should be sorry. I understand you...girls can't control yourselves but that doesn't mean shouldn't have manners!" A tall blond women in a while blouse and black skirt said as she started walking toward them, though her gaze was focused on Becky. Before Becky could react she felt a hand cup the bottom of her diaper, then she felt the back of her diaper being pulled back and checked. "Looks like that was just an after stinky, you should really think of other and get yourself changed when this happens. Look at this nice girl, she should have to work and have to smell your stinky butt." Mai turned, "Ma'am It's..." Mai was cut off again, but this time by the blond. "You don't need to say anything dear, I understand you can't say anything. I'll take care of this so you don't have to deal with it." With that the women look Becky's arm and started pulling her into the changing station. Becky didn't put up a fight she had just put her leg warmers down as soon as she had felt herself being checked. The women pressed the button on the wall once they were inside and a table came out, which she then hoisted Becky onto. Becky just laid back an assumed the position she was so use to. "Well little girl, it's good to see you didn't put up a fight. You've been a girl long enough you think you would have learned how to act in public. I guess some of that...other side doesn't completely go away." The women kept talking while she was picking out a replacement diaper. "Your wearing a level 2 but for that mess you need at least a 3." A moment later a fresh diaper popped out the bottom of a small dispenser, though it was clearly thicker then the one Becky was currently wearing. The women went to work opening her diaper and wiping her clean. It wasn't the first time a random women had changed her and this wouldn't be the last, Becky just kept smiling while the stranger was working. The women kept muttering to herself while she was working, things like "wasting a second change," or "why even bother." Becky suddenly felt her legs being lifted in the air as the old diaper was removed and a new one was placed under her. The moment her bottom hit the diaper she could feel how much thicker it was, she had some of these thick diaper at home for sleeping but never during the day it would make her waddle a little. Once she was powered and creamed the diaper was taped shut and the women helped her off the table tugging her shirt down a bit to make sure it wouldn't cover her diaper, which it didn't. As they walked out of the changing station Becky turned to the women smiling, "thank you." The women smiled back, "your welcome dear. Next time you fill your diaper you should get changed so women don't have to smell you." With that the women walked off down the isle to to cart heading to the check out line. Mai came over to her as she was still standing in front of the changing station. "I'm so sorry Becky. It should have been me." Tears filled her eyes, like she had just betrayed her close friend or lover. Becky on the other hand just laughed, "don't worry about it." Mai was taken aback by Becky's attitude toward the whole event. "I know women have the right to change us because we're Diaper Girls but how can you be so...calm about it?" Becky put her arm around Mai's shoulder to bring her closer to whisper in her ear. "That women looks down on us, and probably make 3 to 4 times what we make per year. However she's the one wiping my ass clean!" Mai stood there for a second before she started laughing. Becky could smell that Mai hadn't changed yet and while her friend was busy laughing she reached behind and gave her friend a hard pat of her diapered butt, pushing the mess against her bottom. "I'll see you later stinky, better get changed before she comes back." With that Becky went back to grab her leg warmers before heading home to change into a thinner diaper.

Well said and I couldn’t agree more, it is all in your own head. As long as you don’t overdo it nobody notices and nobody cares. You can see the same message all over the board.

Getting ready for my work day.

Hi and welcome LittleJess. Nice to have you here, glad you dropped in. Come on in, pull up a highchair, let nanny strap you in, and lock the tray in place. Don't forget your bottle, or sippy cup! Have fun and enjoy!

If you truly have a need to wear a diaper, because you may wet at some point during your doctors visit, don’t go without. But, if you are going to wear a diaper, for no other reason then to get some sort of jollies out of it, don’t bother. People in the medical field, don’t have the time or inclination, to entertain anyone’s follies. They don’t care about someone have an actual medical need, and showing up in a diaper. But beyond that, it would be greatly irritating to them, if they suspected you just wore a diaper, to somehow get off on it. They are professionals, and concern themselves with helping sick, or ill patients, not helping with fun and games.

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I don't like the idea of leaving a paper trail re: diapers.

Some quick tips on plastic pants. If you anticipate messy leaks into the plastic pants themselves, be prepared for the pants to get some staining. Cleaning them should be done in warm soapy water. Keep them out of the sun! Don’t dry them out in the sun, sunlight will break the plastic down, and shorten the life. Pat them dry with a towel, then hang them up inside. A good choice of plastic pants with messy accidents in mind, would be urethane. They are more expensive, but do well and last much longer. You can see an example at this link, https://www.plastic-pants.com/euroflex.htm

So, I went the months of November and December without reverting to wearing diapers. Today, I wet myself and well... long story short, here I am back in diapers and a messy diaper at that. During my 'time off' I felt so very embarrassed about my dependence on diapers. It's purely an emotional dependence; well almost purely. I can usually resist diapers for a couple of months but since the late 90s I've been wearing diapers on and off. I LIKE being in diapers and I feel ashamed of that. When I'm not in diapers, I'm so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. Yet, it's so frustrating that when I'm wearing diapers I'm more content, more relaxed and even more productive. I've lost the thread of the trigger that spins me back into diapers but it can be the most simple thing. Today, making lunch in the kitchen, there was the slightest urge and I simply made no effort to resist... and I wet myself. There's an internal dialog that starts up, I'm not so much ashamed at that moment but annoyed with myself: "That's just naughty. If you're going to behave like a baby and wet yourself, then you're going back into diapers for the day." I changed and put on a diaper. I've stopped throwing out diapers, it's been a hard admission that even when I tell myself I won't wear diapers again, that I simply hide them in the back of the closet and deny to myself that this is an admission that, no, I can't give up wearing diapers and it's only a matter of time—regardless how ashamedI feel at the moment I hide them—that I will need to diaper myself in the future. I can't escape my dependence on diapers. From the mid-summer until mid-October, I was wearing diapers every night. I had a binge purchase of cloth diapers but found that even with plastic panties, I was repeatedly wetting the bed because the panties leaked. Now, I love sleeping in diapers because I never have to worry about getting up. Trouble was, over time, I stopped waking up fully with the urge to pee; I would kind of nearly waken, relax, and then wet and fall back asleep without really waking at all. Then when I tried to stop wearing diapers at night, I was too scared that I would wet myself and couldn't sleep at all. Plus, at even the slightest feeling of having to pee I would jerk awake fearing that I was going to wet the bed. For a week, I really didn't get any sleep. And a further plus was that having awakened, I would have to force myself to get up and go the bathroom—which I really, really didn't want to have to do. So, after nearly two months, I came back to talk with you here on Dailydiapers. Midday, I had a bath and changed my diaper. Late this afternoon, as always happens once I've returned to being diapered, I had a poop. And here I sit in a messy diaper, typing my thoughts. I will be diapers for the forseeable future, again. Like Pavlov's dog, once in diapers my control seems to vanish and I'm wetting myself throughout the day and once again, scared to go to bed without being diapered. Tomorrow, I'll wake up in a wet diaper. I'll have to check if I've also wet the bed and will have to wash the sheets if I have. I am again reduced to wearing diapers every day—wetting and pooping. I am both ashamed but so bound to being in diapers. I will feel better and happier my diapers whether dry and so comfy or even when wet and soiled. I will delight in the wonderful freshness and dryness of a clean diaper when I change. It is my life.

My big wish for this year is to hopefully find someone who I can spend my life with. An opened minded person that would accept me for who I am. Someone who “we” can share our times with. Both little and big alike.

Not only has DD lost quite a lot of posts but some posts are missing their content. Its a shame because there was such a wealth off information in the missing posts and if your reading a thread most of the information is gone so makes it hard to follow. I think if DD lost many of the older posts especially the IC desires ones it would be a huge lose to our community because i think them posts are priceless. It actually makes me feel sad.

The next morning the team moved out. They were fairly nomadic, always on the move, but they did have a few bases spread around. Miles said there was a base about a half days walk from where they were, and as soon as the sun came up, they were on the move. As she walked, Rain was painfully aware of how loud her diaper was. Every step seemed to send a crinkle echoing through the empty streets. She felt like everyone else could hear it too, although none of them said anything. She saw the looks they gave her. She was an oddity, an unknown. Every step, every crinkle, made her wonder if she really belonged here. When they stopped for a break, Miles decided that her training should begin. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Gabriel taught her how to shoot, masking his evident frustration as best he could. He was nice anyway. Tali and Rocco sat her down to teach her weapon maintenance and cleaning. Every question she asked or mistake she made was received with audible scorn from Miyuki, who made little secret of her feelings towards Rain’s inclusion. “Okay. Let’s keep trying. Feet apart, rifle butt against the shoulder, aim down the sight.” Gabriel encouraged once again. The others were getting ready to move out again. The only one watching was Miles. He watched her a lot, she had noticed. He kept himself at a distance, and he was hard to read. Rain focused on the target, a small can found from the road. She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. She was happy to see the can go flying, and hear her one-eyed instructor clap with glee. “I did it! I actually hit it!” She exclaimed. “That you did. Twentieth times the charm I guess.” Gabriel said with a smile. “It sounds bad the way you say it.” “You're just starting out. No one is a marksman off the bat. Good job.” “We’re heading out.” Miles said. If he approved of her shooting, he didn’t show it, but he seemed maybe a little pleased as he walked to the others. Rain noticed with a bit of embarrassment that her diaper was wet, soaked judging on how heavy it felt. She swallowed her humiliation and spoke up. “I….uh….I need to….change before….before we keep going. Sorry.” They all looked at her awkwardly. Miles simply nodded and told her to do what she had to do. She found a place out of the way that provided some cover and got to it. She didn’t like having to change outside, she felt far too vulnerable, but she had no choice. After cleaning herself up and strapping on a clean diaper, she got dressed and picked up her bags. Miyuki was waiting for her as she came around the corner, knife in her hand. “Why are you still here?” she asked, her voice a low whisper. “You don’t belong here. You know it and I know it. I thought you would have been smart enough to leave last night…or during one of your little…..diaper changes. So what are you doing here?” Rain backed up a few steps. The look in Miyuki’s eyes scared her. There was a fierceness in them she hadn't seen in any of the bandits she had dealt with until now. Miyuki seized her by her throat and pushed her back against the wall of the crumbled building. “These people are my family. Do you understand that? They are all I have in this shithole world. If any of them gets hurt because they were protecting your diapered ass, you will answer to me. I was happy to save you, but I would have no problem cutting your throat. Remember that.” Rain was gasping for air by the time Miyuki shoved her to the ground. She felt tears flowing down her cheek as Miyuki walked away. She rose from the ground and angrily wiped her face. She couldn’t show weakness. She had nothing. She belonged nowhere, had no home, no family. She didn’t even have a real name with her memories lost. She needed these people, she needed to be more than some little victim to be pitied. The entire rest of the day was spent walking. Occasionally, there would be some wasteland creature in their path that one of the team would deal with. She had even managed to hit an enraged mole rat, after about seven or eight tries. “Wanna lift?” Gabriel asked. He was in his armor again, absent his helmet. “You look so light, I doubt I'd even feel you up on my shoulder.” Her legs were killing her, and despite her fear of looking weak, she happily accepted the opportunity. With one hand, the one-eyed Gabriel lifted her up to his shoulder, and she couldn’t suppress a grin. “How did you all meet? What gave you the idea of fighting bandits all the time?” She asked from her perch. “Well, it’s not just bandits. We take down wasteland creatures as well; anything that's a threat to good people trying to make a living here. At first it was just Miles and me. Tali came later, and Rocco and Miyuki showed up together a while after that.” Rain looked behind her, where Rocco had his arm wrapped affectionately around Miyuki’s shoulder. Rocco was whistling again, and for some reason the tune still made her skin crawl. “How long have you been doing this?” Gabriel thought for a moment. “As a group it’s probably been about two years now. Miles though, he’s been fighting a hell of lot longer than that. He used to be a part of an organization that did the same thing we do. They were called the Regulators. They used to be based out East, and Miles came with a large group of them years back.” “Where are they now?” Rain asked, although she felt she already knew the answer. “They're dead. Every last one.” Miles said from the front. She hadn’t known he had been listening. “It's a long story, not a pleasant one either, so let’s talk about it later. What’s important is our own work. We provide what most thought died out a long time ago.” “What’s that?” She asked, noticing with some annoyance that her diaper was wet again. “Justice. A simple idea, that those who do evil are punished. But, here, in this place, it's a foreign concept. This land is ruled by countless warlords and bickering raider tribes. They take what they wish as they’ve always done, without fear. Not anymore. The Regulators failed, but we haven't. Now those who would murder and steal for their own gain have us to fear, and they do fear us. We are vengeance and retribution incarnate.” It was dark before they reached the base, a small gated compound, with a single large building in the center. Miles had Mr. Happy scout the perimeter for unwanted guests, while Tali updated the security system so Rain could enter without fear. “Home at last!” Rocco cried. “How about we get some food and call it a night?” “Not yet.” Miyuki said. “I haven't gotten to teach the newbie anything yet. I say, if she wants to eat, let her prove she deserves too. A little sparring would be good for her.” Rain looked at the others fearfully. After her earlier encounter with Miyuki, the last thing she wanted was to go toe to toe with her. Rocco groaned. “Hell, she's only been with us for a day. Let her rest for a bit.” Miyuki turned to Miles, hands on her hip. “Captain?” Miles stared ahead, not looking at anyone, not showing the slightest emotion. “Do what you want.” Miyuki tossed her gear onto the ground put up her fists. “Come on then girl. Let’s see if you're as useless as you look.” * Tali’s heart sank as Rain thundered to the ground. It was the fourth time. Every time she had managed to get back up, but she was outclassed. Her lip was busted and bleeding, her frail form shaking from exhaustion and pain. A kick from Miyuki sent her sliding across the dirt with the wind knocked out of her. Tali looked to the others. Rocco and Gabriel seemed similarly uneasy, yet Miles watched on unconcerned. Miyuki circled the girl. “Get. Up. Keep up your damn guard. Come on, prove to me you’re more than some orphaned waste rat.” As soon as the girl tried to rise, Miyuki was on her, fists flying. Rain barley kept them at bay, shrinking under the ferocious assault. Miyuki’s knee brought her down again. Gabriel stepped closer. “Enough already, Miyuki! She's had enough. Let it end.” Miyuki turned angrily. “Stop?! Do you think some murdering raider will stop because she asks nicely? Back off her because she’s young?” “She can't defend herself. She can barely stand. This isn’t achieving anything.” “Then why is she here?!” Miyuki demanded, throwing another punch. Rain cried out and laid still. Rocco moved close to Miles. “Captain, you have to stop this. Miyuki is furious. She’s not out to teach her anything. She's trying to break her. I’m begging you to stop this.” Miles glanced up quizzically. “Let me ask you something Rocco. When you found the girl, beaten and humiliated, how did she look? Did she look afraid?” “No.” “Did she look broken to you?” Rocco sighed. “No. She looked pissed off.” Miles had a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Why are all of you, every one of you, so sure she'll break?” * Rain clawed at the ground, the dirt caking into her nails. Slowly, she managed to get to get knees. She hurt all over, but more than anything, she was furious. She wasn't weak. Even with no memory of her past, she had still managed to survive against all odds. When the Super Mutants came and destroyed the life she was building with Mrs. Sellers, she had run away. Whatever had caused her memory loss, she had clearly run from that as well. She was done running. With a yell, she charged Miyuki, and maybe because her own ferocity surprised her opponent, she managed to catch Miyuki off guard, hitting her across the face and sending her staggering. It was a short lived victory, and Miyuki struck back even harder with a kick to the stomach. Once again she found herself in the dirt. “Not bad pissypants.” Miyuki mocked. “But you’d better stop there. Your diapey is leaking.” Rain felt her pants, discovering her diaper had indeed leaked. At that moment, she felt a few tears escaped her, and she felt a crushing sense of defeat. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to end up in these stupid things, to lose everything I had including my bladder, my memory, and the only person who cared for me?!” She yelled angrily through her sobs. In the silence of her outburst, something seemed to change in Miyuki, and a look of rage exploded across her face. In a moment she was on top of her, striking her again and again. “Stop.” Miles commanded. Instantly Miyuki stopped her attack, as though frozen in place. Slowly getting up, she whispered with a sad tone. “You're not the only one whose lost something. You aren’t special. Maybe it’s a good thing you can’t remember, and you don’t have to live with it.” Miyuki stormed away and Rain felt herself hauled to her feet by Tali. She was still crying as she was led into the facility, Tali’s soft voice trying to calm her the whole way. She was led to a room with a simple cot and little else. Tali laid her down on it and removed her wet pants. “I don't want you to feel awkward, so I'm gonna ask this time. Is it okay if I clean you up?” Rain looked at her with surprise. “Why? Wouldn’t that be weird?” “Not to me. You're hurt and I want to help you. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” Rain nodded her head slowly and Tali got to work. Rain could feel herself blushing as she was lifted by her ankles and the wet diaper was removed. Tali gently cleaned her before sliding a fresh diaper under her. “Did the woman who cared for you never change you?” Tali asked. Rain chuckled a bit. “Only until I recovered. She told me she wasn’t my maid or my mother, so I had better learn to do it myself. She was a good woman, but not very warm unfortunately. She wasn’t like you. You've been very kind to me. Thank you.” Tali poured a little powder on her before bringing the diaper up and taping it close. “I’m happy to help you. Miles sees something in you, and I think I do too. Anytime you need help changing, I’m happy to oblige.” There was a knock at the door, and Tali gave her a blanket to cover with before opening it. Rocco stood outside, sword in hand, but sheathed. “I need a private word with our new member please, to explain some of the….treatment she’s received so far.” Tali smiled back to her. “I'll get a cold cloth for your face.” Rocco sat down next to her and scrutinized her beaten face. With a sigh, he placed the sword in her hands. “Miyuki gave me this sword. It’s been in her family for centuries according to her. When I stumbled upon her, she was being attacked. Despite helping her, saving her even, she tried to kill me with this sword. She tried to kill Miles and the others as well when we ran into them for the first time. You need to understand….Miyuki attacks when she feels threatened, that’s all she knows how to do. She’s protective of us now, and she doesn’t trust you.” Rain felt her face. “So I should forgive her? Is that what your saying?” “I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m just saying give her time and she'll accept you. Maybe….if it’s possible, don’t judge her too harshly. Maybe better than any of us here, she knows how cruel people can be.” Rocco left and Rain stretched out on the cot, one hand idly feeling the plastic of her diaper. No matter what Rocco said, Rain was feeling more and more like she didn't belong here. Staring at the ceiling and worrying over her future, she fell into a fitful sleep. * Tali returned with a small plate of food, a bottle of water, and a cold cloth. Rain however was already fast asleep. Tali couldn’t help but smile as she saw the young girl's diaper peeking out from under the blanket. She was so small and cute, with such strength, and at the same time so vulnerable. Tali sat beside her and cleaned up her face with the cold rag, petting her head fondly. The girl stirred for a moment and her eyes fluttered open. “Don't worry.” Tali said, smiling down on her. “I'm here. I'm going to take care of you. I promise.” Rain smiled back weakly and fell back asleep as though she had never woken. * The next few weeks were spent on training. Rain learned basic first aid from Tali, continued to practice her shooting with Rocco and Gabriel, and received regular beatings from Miyuki during “sparing” sessions. Miles monitored her progress from a distance, occasionally encouraging her. And she ran. A lot. They made her run laps around the base almost every day. She thought she would go insane from all the damn running, and she was sure that none of them understood how awkward running in a diaper could be. There were two comforts during this time. Tali was the first. The woman doted on her like a fretful mother, and more often than not participated in her diaper changes. Rain was immensely thankful of her aid, as most of the time she was so exhausted and bruised, she wouldn’t have been able to fathom doing it herself. The second comfort was dinner. Tali was a good cook, despite most of the food being irradiated creatures Rain was sent out to hunt. Her first Mirelurk stew more than made up for the trouble she had killing it. More than anything, dinner was when all the conversations and stories took place. Most were tales of the team's exploits, like one in which Rocco supposedly killed a raider with a fork. Another time, about a week after she arrived, she apparently asked a question she shouldn't have. They were eating beans again, as the group had stocked up quite a bit. A silence had descended upon them as they sat around the fire. Rain looked over at Gabriel. “I just realized I've been here for a while and spent hours training with you and I've never asked how you lost your eye.” At once a collective groan escaped from every other member as Rain looked around bewildered. Even Miles looked exasperated, placing his head in his hands. Gabriel lit up happily. “I’m happy you asked! It's quite a tale if I don’t say so myself.” “Oh no, fucking no!” Rocco groaned. “Now you've done it.” Miyuki muttered. Gabriel ignored them. “It was about four years ago. I was still with the Brotherhood, and we were patrolling for tech, as we often did. There was this old, beat up car dealership that was littered with bones. I was with two other Knights, and I could tell even with their armor on that they didn't want to go in. But we did, and after a little exploring we ran smack dab into a Deathclaw. You ever see one up close before?” Rain shook her head. She knew what they generally looked like, but she had never run into one. “Well let me tell you, they aren't very nice. Thirteen feet of claws and fangs. It roared so loud, the glass shattered from the windows. It knocked me aside with one sweep, my weapon and helmet flying off into the darkened halls. I heard my brothers screaming and when I finally got up they were hunks of meat on the ground.” There was more snickering, followed by eye rolls from the others. “What happened then?” Rain asked with excitement, ignoring the accompanying laughs. “I had no gun, so I whipped out a combat knife, sure that I was about to be Deathclaw chow in another minute. It swept it's claw upwards so I moved forward, trying to dodge and get in close. It worked, and I thrust the blade right up into it's jaw. The beast fell over dead as a door nail. It took a few seconds for the pain to register, but then I looked down and I saw my eye, stuck on the tip of one of it's talons.” “That's incredible!” Rain exclaimed. “It's also a lie.” Rocco said with a shake of his head. “Last time he told that story, it was a group of feral ghouls. Twenty of them if I remember correctly.” “When I asked he said a cannibal ate it, and he tore it from his stomach after he killed him.” Tali said. Gabriel stuck up his nose. “Well admittedly, I've grown forgetful in my old age.” “You're forty one for fucks sake.” Miyuki complained. “Do you know what the life expectancy out here is? I’m pretty damn old, I'll tell you that much.” After the laughter died down, she looked over to Rocco. He noticed and gave her a wink. There was something in his eyes, something she couldn’t put her finger on, a feeling perhaps. As long as she could remember, which admittedly wasn’t very long, nor could she be all that sure due to the limited amount of people she knew, but she would occasionally get “feelings” from people. She could never explain it, but it was like she felt what a person was feeling deep inside. She put it out of her head, and instead tried to learn about her new comrade the old fashioned way. “Rocco, how did you become….like that?” Miyuki stiffened. “Maybe you should mind your own damn business.” Fear, a strong feeling of love, and hatred. She was feeling all three. But more than anything, it was fear she felt, dark and crushing. Rocco cleared his throat. “It's fine. I was exploring an old abandoned vault. Something broke I guess, leaked a ton of radiation. I hit my head, and when I came to I looked like this. That's all there is to tell.” “That’s why he refuses to go in vaults, even Vault 21, and that’s one of the safest places around.” Tali added. “I giant underground tin can is hardly my idea of safe, especially when there's giant nuclear reactors involved.” Rocco grunted. She finally understood what he felt. It was regret. Regret, and a whole lot of bitterness. * It was on the third week that they received a contract. It came in the form of a letter delivered by someone she knew fairly well. He was a wandering trader named Elijah Freeson, and she was happy to see him not just because she only had two diapers left. Both him and his bodyguard, a large tan skinned man named Yusef, had always been very kind to her when she was a guest at Mrs. Sellers. The three of them tearfully embraced for a few moments while the team looked on. To be honest, she did all the crying, but it was still a beautiful moment. “Miss Rain! I'm so happy to see you alive. Yusef and I, we were sure you had been carried off by those monsters.” “We fought as much as we could….but…..we couldn't…..there were too many.” Yusef folded his arms and looked solemn. “It looks like old Veronica Sellers went down fighting. There was a ton of mutant corpses lying around when we got there. She was one of kind, that’s for sure. A good woman.” There was a moment of somber quiet before Elijah cleared his throat. “Well, we were paid a decent amount to get this letter to Miles, and I honestly wasn’t sure if we'd find him here. We certainly didn’t expect to find you here of all people, Miss Rain.” Rain looked at him hopefully. “I don’t suppose you kept getting my supplies by chance?” Elijah smiled and rooted around one of the packs his Brahmin was hauling. He turned around with a duffle bag of her diapers. “We almost offloaded them. It had been nearly a month since we found the farm destroyed. Yusef however, said we should hold on a little longer, just in case you got away. Luckily, my bodyguard is a smarter man than I. Look at you. Here you are, looking just as pretty as ever. Wait until I tell the other caravans!” Miles stepped forward, extending his hand for the letter. After a moment of reading, he sighed. “I wanted a bit more time before we had to do this but there’s no choice. Rain, a village is being threatened by some raiders. Up to now you've only faced wasteland creatures. In this next fight you'll be fighting human beings, and you'll have to take your first human life. You'll have to kill.” “First Veronica Sellers, and now these guys.” Elijah said with a wink. “You sure know how to pick your friends.”

30.) I jumped. The freedom of the air, the rush against my skin, the certainty of our freedom and their inability to trick us. I'd freed us, I'd saved us from their lies, their mistruths, their tricks. I remembered falling and I remembered laughing, and I remembered being together with my sister. My sister. Oh no, my sister... and I was alone, I was falling alone and my sister was above me, flying, silhouetted by the light of the sun behind her, screaming down at me. Flying. Like an angel. She wasn't flying, though, was she? She was floating, being held, held like a little girl in our Daddy's big strong arms, caught at the last moment. A moment too late to catch me too. I remembered being free, for the first time. Being certain of only one truth, one reality. One world. I remembered a lot after that day. I remembered everything with us, growing up, sharing our five short years together. I remembered all of her stories. The world she built. I remembered playing make believe with her. I'd never had so much fun in my entire life. I'd never wanted it to stop. But it did. I remembered our first day in the hospital. I remembered slipping and falling, and being bandaged up by a doctor. I remembered all the blood. But I never had a single cut on my body. The surgery was just more make believe. Soren was destroyed. It was just a joke, she kept saying. It was a game. She didn't mean to make it happen. She just wanted attention. She just wanted to keep playing in our make believe world. She wanted to be a part of us. Kori left the hospital a few days later. She had always had trouble using the bathroom, since she was in a car crash at a very young age. She had been there for anxiety. The doctor told me I was there for anxiety too. But after that day, I was there for something else. I was there because I was very sad. The doctor woman and I talked every day. I talked to Trudie every night. She told me stories about Bridget. That she was an oracle or something. She knew things about the future, or was very good at expecting them. That kind of creativity isn't normal, Trudie told me. But when I talked to the doctor woman about it, she said Trudie liked to believe in mysterious things. That it made her feel better. Well, it made me feel better too. I'd look outside my window at night -- I'd been moved up to a wing upstairs, away from Soren and the library -- and looked up at the stars. I didn't know why, but I felt like Bridget was okay somewhere. Maybe that's Heaven. Or maybe that's just how outer space is. But whenever I closed my eyes, all I ever saw were those rocks. I'm eight now. I'm Bridget's age, and tomorrow I'm going home. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to turn nine or if I'm going to try to find Bridget. Before, I was sure this world wasn't real, but I wanted it to be. Now, I'm sure it is, but I really hope it isn't. A world without my sister... that's just not a very good world at all. It's weird when you remember dying, because you are never meant to remember. But I fell to my death, I fell because I jumped and when I woke up I wasn't dead. But I remembered dying and I remembered waking up. I remembered the smell of the foul water, and dragging my unconscious best friend up the stairs and up the hill to the car as well. And I remembered yelling at the stupid woman at the hospital, the real hospital, that my friend needed help and could she not be a total bitch for just a second and go find a doctor. I also remembered the three weeks before Ria woke up, because they were the longest three weeks of my life. I sat up with a start, like I'd been having a bad dream or something was chasing me. But I wasn't in my bed. I was on an uncomfortable, stiff mattress. I was looking up at dizzying fluorescents. It smelled too clean. It looked too bright. I was supposed to leave today, wasn't I? Momma and Daddy were coming to pick me up after lunch. Weren't they? Where was I? "Ria?" I dropped the plate of cafeteria food I'd been holding and it clattered on the floor loudly, but by the time it did I'd dived on her in the bed and thrown my arms around her. She'd been in a coma, she'd been out. She was so frail and so cold but she was awake!! Bridget. No, not my Bridget. A different Bridget. The one from the game we played? Had I fallen asleep? Had I gone to bed on that last night and started dreaming? Or had I left with my parents and walked right off that cliff? Was I... back? Was this... was this real? No it couldn't be. But it had to be. It was so vivid, so potent, so... familiar. I felt on a blush on my cheeks when she hugged me and I hugged her back like I'd just brought my sister back from the dead. I had. I had her back... "Bridget..." "Ria! Oh shit dude they said you were in a coma and there was nothing medically wrong with you but it's been so fucking long and now you're awake and.. and.." I wiped my eyes. "Fuck I'm crying, I'm sorry, I'm just so messed up over this, it was all my fault, I took you to that stupid spooky nightmare asylum." Every time she swore, I winced. I looked up at her in awe, in... bewilderment. That was the word. I was bewildered. She was here. She was... but that meant I was... I looked down at my body. A grown girl. I was taller than her, wasn't I? I had a different last name, and I had a crush on her. But when I looked at her now, all I remembered was... I closed my eyes tight. "I... um... w-when... w-what..." My throat hurt. Everything made me nauseas. "When? Oh, how long? It's been like... three weeks? Maybe more. Hey wait here," I laughed, "I mean like, don’t try and move okay, I'm gonna get you some real food because you've been eating out of a drip for almost a month." Oh I was giddy, I was so excited, we'd made it out alive! I ate quietly. I felt big. I felt lumbering. I felt sick. The food was delicious, but it wasn't what I was used to. It wasn't the pie. It wasn't the meals in the hospital. This was all packaged junk. "So... they said... it was some hallucination?" "Spores or something," she tried to explain again. I didn't understand. "But we can't both hallucinate the same thing, can we?" I didn't know anything about hallucinating or drugs or anything. I didn't know what to believe. That was real, wasn't it? It had to have been real... "I dunno, I spoke to Cat a lot, you remember Cat, right? That had a crush on me? Anyway she said that like brainwaves can theoretically sync up when you're dreaming, so maybe thats what happened. Or maybe we had completely different hallucinations, and there're just some coincidental commonality. Who knows? Who cares, though, right? We're safe now." "You... don't... believe it?" She shrugged. She did, didn't she? She had to. My head was spinning. I pushed the tray of food away from me. "We... you're my... were my... sister, and... and..." And now it sounded silly, in the voice of an adult. Like a dream that had gone by. But it lingered, haunting me. And she was, truly, my sister still... "I... um. Sorry... forget it..." I did what I did in the dream to prove things to her, I did the most adult thing I could think of, and I crawled onto her lap gently in the bed and pressed my hands to her cheeks and my lips to her lips, because sisters didn’t do that. And to be fair, after everything we’d been through… spending a life with her didn’t seem so bad. I shied and pushed her away, blushing furiously at her forward act. I'd learned about girls loving each other - it wasn't right. I had talked to that woman so many times about my affections in my dreams, but they weren't real. Just a cry for attention. I looked away, ashamed, and pulled my blanket up to my neck. "You can't do that," I said without thinking, and looked away in embarrassment. "It's... y-you just can't." "Oh, but I want to... don't try and tell me you don't have a crush on me, because I know you do!" Well. Hallucination her did. Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree. "What's gotten into you? Oh, like... you're still having trouble telling whats real and what isn't, right? That awful place felt pretty real, huh..." "Y-yeah, I guess..." She gave me a soft look and I melted into it. She was always the best sister to me... she always took care of me. She made me safe. Until she left. But I had her back! I had Bridget back. I dressed myself in some scrubs they had on hand and went for a walk around the hospital. The doctors said I couldn't leave until they'd done a full evaluation, but everything looked good. My sis-- Bridget... walked alongside me. It was impossible to stop calling her that in my head. "You know where we are?" "Fairmont?" "Yeah, see. You remember. You got stiches here last year." "Yeah..." Last year I'd stopped having daytime accidents. Last year I'd learned basic subtraction... "Look... I know it seemed real. It was hard when I first woke up, too, dragging you out of that basement up the hill on my own, I felt like I'd died... remember, I jumped? Shit I don’t know what you remember. Anyway..." It was good for her to walk, it was good for her to get back on her feet. Maybe she'd be back in school by next semester... I didn't want to tell her the truth. That she'd left me there for three years. That I'd grown up knowing a life without her. I had her here now. I was her best friend. Even if we weren't sisters, I had Bridget. That was what was important... right? "Yeah. I remember all that. I... I'm glad you were right. About jumping. I wish I'd trusted you sooner..." It was my fault anyway, being stuck there. We rounded a corner and walked by the vending machines. "Are you kidding me? You trusted me the whole time we were there. It's not your fault they kept like chopping up your brain. At least you weren't like shitting yourself like that asian chick, right?" I reached in my pocket for some singles and began to select items. Buffalo Combos. Flaming Hot Cheetos. Snickers. All her favorites... "She was a nice girl," I mumbled after wincing at the swear word. Her tone was so vulgar here. Her words. I remembered those last few days, how scared she was. How much she swore. I felt sick all over again. "I... c-can we talk about something else?" But as if fate was against me, I felt the light blue pants between my legs warm up and darken. And with a feeling I hadn't felt in a very, very, very long time, the heat started to drip down my legs in warm spurts. I stared at my feet as I wet myself, absolutely mortified. W-what...? I... "Oh...um..." I looked around for a nurse or something, but found a cart of white sheets and towels, and like the big sister she'd seen me as when we were in the hospital, I wrapped her up in one of the sheets, doubled over like a skirt, like I'd done it a thousand times. "Let's get you into the bathroom to get you cleaned up sis." Sis. Right. Ugh. "You know what I mean, no big deal..." I mean she was recently cathed right..? That explained this.. I felt tears start filling my eyes. Shame washed over me. I remembered Momma and Daddy talking about my bedwetting. I remembered being in diapers at seven years old. I still had accidents at night. And when Bridget called me sis I hugged her as tight as I could. But she was so much shorter and everything felt wrong. "Dun tell anybody, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." "Hey its cool, uh, don't sweat it alright? It's cool, everything is just the same as always.” I couldn't help but feel off center, though, like something was different, like we'd been changed. That we weren't the same as when we went down those stairs that day. A lot didn't make sense, like Soren and Kori; I'd gone back there to search for them but never found any sign of their bodies. And I still had dreams... dreams about falling. Dreams about what would have happened if I didn't. She sucked her thumb, and I cleaned her up in the hospital bathroom. "It's alright sis, I'm here..." [END] ~~~ Thanks everyone who stuck with us through this tale! The vote came in at 7 to 5 in favor of Bridget jumping off the cliff. If you want to know the alternate ending - where Bridget doesn't jump - please subscribe to our Patreon and download the full ePub or PDF copy of the story!! Thank you all for your comments, love, and support!

Listen, I know finding a "mommy" or a caregiver is like finding the holy grail. But honestly, it's not that rare. Sharing your feelings and experiences with your significant others, being understanding and accommodating, and all that junk... usually it works out. As long as you aren't a dick and are willing to accept each other and help in any way you can, and you don't always want things /your way/, most healthy relationships can find a middle ground. I've had a few mommies throughout my short life. Usually girls I was dating. I never wanted to be a full time baby or any of that, so I probably wasn't as much of a potential burden as Corey. But it was completely possible. My current girlfriend, actually, doesn't like the "mommy" stuff because it brings up weird memories for her. So we settled on her being my big sister. But she still does all the things my other mommies had. So, it's like... compromise, you know? Anyway. I believe you Steph. Because as unrealistic as your story is, it's still completely plausible. You've given us no reason to distrust you. Your story isn't "perfect" like most of those fap stories are. You write very experientially and educated, and most of those fap stories are unintelligible dribble. And you say it yourself - if you wanted to tell a story, why wouldn't you just write a story? A lot of people on this site get burned by stories like this. Some of it is probably jealousy, but I think a lot of it is because more stories like this are fake than real. People are just playing the odds. People are cynical in this community of stories like this. So you'll probably be met with skepticism. But the longer you stay, the longer you stick to your story, you'll see those people coming around to you. Anyway, thank you for coming to our community! It can be rough sometimes but there are a lot of people you can talk to! Good luck! ~Sophie

Having another Newcastle City Centre meet.