Phenomenal Princess

Jael smiled and nodded at Jay's suggestion, it was exactly the kind of thing she was looking for. She thanked him as she took the money, which she studied for a moment because it was the first time she had been given Japanese money. It was little different from the notes she had grown up with which boasted industrial scenes, historic monuments and of course, the much loved or loathed president of thr Syrian Arab Republic. Jael hurried off so she wouldn't be seen with the diapersbeing bought for her. Unable to read Japanese she shopped by pictures, meaning she bought one carton of orange juice and one of prune juice, mistaking the round purple graphic for a grape. She didn't bother with candy, ice cream would be treat enough

As she climbed into Jay's car, Jael reflected that she didn't think being asked to wear diapers made her feel any better about her medical condition but maybe a Japanese doctor would be able to find a solution.

"The doctors were very busy." Jael agreed, sourly thinking back to her expriences of the volenteer medical staff of the 'doctors without borders'

"i like the sound of all of it accept for that first part." she smiled as she joked. Jael knew Jay was goibg to be insistant on diapers plus she could think of no other way to guarantee she wouldn't ruin his futons and bedding stuffs.

Her intolerance was an inconvenience but Jael certainly didn't desire the risk of pooping in her pants in such a busy and public place.

The Syrian girl with the oversized coat nodded enthusiastically. Jael liked the idea of spending more time in school among people her own age and given that she going to be behind the rest of her peers, the intense study of extra tutourage was probably necessary anyway.

Jael wanted to state the fact that she didn't have any friends yet and that she didn't know what Juku was and that not having a phone had never been a problem before because she had always been walked home by her mother or with her friends. It was clear arguing wouldn't get her anywhere though so she conceded. Although she did accept that the bottom line was simply that Jay wanted her to be safe and that was a touching thought. She reflected on this silently while Jay made the purchase and then asked him to explain

Jael thought the school uniform looked incredibly smart but also very different to what she was used to, she had been surprised to learn Jay had been trying to find her school's particular uniform. In Syria school uniform was the same across the country. Before the schools had closed down Jael had not yet graduated from the elementary level and so she had worn the first uniform both boys and girls wore, which consisted of trousers, a long woolen jacket over an under shirt, a barret styled hat not dissimilar to military uniform, all in sky blue and a red cravat around the neck. Never the less, even though the uniform looked odd to Jael, it represented a prize she had long been denied and she was keen to get s chance to try it on. In the accessory store, picking out hair accessories was a pleasant novelty for Jael who hadn't typically had the chance to experiment with her hair style, her mother had liked to keep it on a few simple arrangements, her argument being that jet daughter was a fortunately pretty girl and so she ought to modest with her appearance to avoid unwanted attention.

At this point Jael dissappeared into the privacy of the changing rooms, peeking out through the curtains once to make sure Jay was still waiting just outside. She tried the assortment of panties she had selected on for fit, finding out what was too tight to pull past her thighs, what fell straight off her slim girlish hips and what felt snug. She emerged with her size, whispered it into Jan's ear after beckoning him to bend down for her and returned to shopping. They discarded the ill-fitting underwear and picker out new pairs. Under Jan's guidance and prompting, her selection became a lot more broad, encompassing a range of cute stuff.

Jael nodded bashfully. As she browsed the underwear displays she tried to find something familiar to her. She ended up choosing things which were quite plain and Conservative but there was the odd splash of decoration which suggested the less serious side of her personality. Broadly her selections featured floral patterns, arguably a generic feature on girl's underwear but a deviation away from plain white or plain black, which Jael had chosen for herself. Jael made herself skittish at the encounter with Jay's friend and stepped behind Jay, rather than remembering to be polite and introduce herself.

(sorry for the delay. I have a busy week.)

"I don't want to go to the men's bathroom." she told him. Not only was it unappealing to her but she didn't like the idea that she might loose Jay and be surrounded by strangers. Absent mildly see scratched at the back of her hand, a sign of her anxiety. At the information she was free to purposely wet her pants if she didn't feel comfortable with Jay taking her to the bathroom, Jael scrunched her nose and then stuck out her little pink tongue. "Eww!"

"It makes me need to use the bathroom." she answered feeling awkward. Jael knew there were worse allergies, at least milk wouldn't make her seriously ill but she regretted that she couldn't enjoy things like ice-cream like other kids

"It's the dairy." Jeal answered, worried now that due to her allergy, she wouldn't be allowed any ice-cream but she knew she must not lie.

Jael brightened and turned away from the sound of the running sink to smile at Jay. "I love ice-cream." she exclaimed. " oh, but I should only have a little bit. It can upset my tummy." she added thoughtfully. "hmm that's okay though, it will be enough fun today buying new clothes with you papa!"

Jael's father had been an academic. She pictured him sitting at his desk at night with a hot lap glaring down upon the pages of a thick book. He had taught himself to read in five language's and had help Jael with her English when she was studying the language before the school had to close. Jael tried to image herself being that studious. She knew she would have to work very very hard if she was going to catch up with her Japanese classmates. "will all of the exams be in Japanese?" she asked, concerned. Her expression became even more furrowed and glum as she listened to Jay's verdict that she might even have to wear diapers during the day.

Jael couldn't help but pout, which despite her fairly mature over the shoulder plait, made her look like an even younger child to Jan's eyes. "Do I really have to weardiapers?" she asked across the table. "It's embarrassing." As for letting Jay cook for her and look after her, she felt fine with it. In fact it would be nice not to have much responsibility. "you can help me." Jael confirmed, "and I cam help you too." she added, always keen to help out where she was allowed to.

Jael noticed the change in Jan's demeanour and realised he only meant to be caring in what he said. She decided she owed him at least some reciprocation. "Okay Papa, I'll ask for help if I need it." she confirmed and then continued eating her cereal. As she ate she couldn't help but wonder about reliving her childhood and allowing Jay to help her in the ways he'd described. She quite fancied the idea of being cared for like that but also thought there would be a big embarrassment factor. Still, her curiousity was peaked. She decided the mature step forward was to ask him about it. "Papa?" she gave him s quizical look across the kitchen table. "Do you mean to treat me and look after me like a little girl Again?"

Jael could feel herself blush a little as she thought about what Jay had just said and imagined herself standing in the shower with the adult washing her. It made her feel both embrassed but also a little envious of little kids who didn't have to worry about things like modesty. In true awkward teen fashion Jael found it difficult to answer the question and instead focused extra intently on mixing her porridge.

Jael added raisins to her oats. She was methodical in the procedure, selecting and dropping the raisins one at a time, achieving a roughly even spread. She responded to Jay's question before she dropped her spoon into the mixture. " thank you. I think I would look silly in pigtails. Like a little girl." she commented. Of her own experiences, she couldn't recall any Syrian high-schoolers wearing their hair like that. For girls older than herself the

"No" Jael stated matter-of-factly. She was quite capable of taking care of her own hygiene. As she leathered herself with soap however there was a part of her which remised on being a small girl and being bathed by her mother. She felt a pang of longing in her heart. The feeling of loss stayed with her after she had climbed into the warmed soaking tub and she contemplated how much more like an adult than a child she was in some ways. After her bath she dressed in jeans, a conservative blouse and briefly one of her headscarves as she prayed. Afterwards she tended to her hair while Jay was busy with his own morning ablutions. She dried it throughly, brushed and combed it, finally carefully braiding it in a single long plait.

Jay heard the toilet door sliding closed and then found Jael's discarded underclothes on the floor of the changing area. She herself was sitting naked on the toilet seat. Jay was gone again by the time Jael

(They haven't bought diapers yet, unless Jay bought them pre-emptively because he had been warned she had a wetting problem) The next morning Jael awoke early. Discomforted my her wet clothes she wriggled out of Jay's bed. This action awoke him and Jael was embrassed to find herself standing before him with her cold wet panties sticking to her. "sorry." she mumbled. "may I wash?" she asked, hoping he would run the bath and turn on the water heater for her.

Jael closed her eyes and felt the heavy top futon compress around her body pushing her into the cushiony bottom layer, it's plastic cover crinkled slight beneath the sheet as she made small moments to get herself comfortable. Sleep always made her a little nervous. It was a time when she had nothing to distract her from her thoughts which sometimes led her darker places than the unlit room, to memories or thoughts which frightened her. "Jay?" she called out tentatively to the shape where he lay. "can you tell me a story?" she asked him. "anything." it didn't have to be something to entertain, just something to occupy her thoughts as she slept. The matron always used to recitr sura

(Just trying to present what I feel the 13 year old character would think) "uh huh" Jael nodded, expressing her desire to change into some comfortable pajamas. "Yes please. Thank you." she agreed when Jay offered to undress separately. When he was gone she stripped off her clothes then quickly redressed in a pair of panties and a loose shirt, as Jay had recommended. She folded her discarded clothes and put them away. Then she waited outside the bathroom for Jay to finish. She smiled at him as he opened the door then quickly nipped inside so she could attempt to pee and then wash herself for prayer. Feeling fresh, she decided to pray in the kitchen to be out of