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HI all, I'm starting to post my new story here. It's basically already finished, but needs a re-read and a bit of re-write. It's about 30.000 words, so... I will post a chapter every few days, so no worries, the story will end properly. English is not my native language, so... some words and sentences may seem a bit odd. I'm (very) open for suggestions. O, and the story is about a woman who is a bit lost in this world. Christmas is coming and let's all hope she can find some peace and happiness before that. Enjoy. Chapter 1 – The invitation He hadn’t been there, I mourned. I had so hoped he would be, but I had already known my chances would be null to slim. It hadn’t really mattered as I had a good time, but my night could have been so much better. I could have used some good news. I had really needed that good time. The winter was coming, the days got darker, the weather got worse and I really needed to be distracted. I walked home from the subway, a twenty year old woman alone in the dark and desolate streets. It was only a few blocks, but it was cold and I wasn’t dressed for this. I was still a bit drunk and the cold didn’t bother me too much. It was about four in the morning, middle of the night as some would call it. My high heels clicked loudly on the pavement, my bare legs were shaking as my short skirt did nothing to keep me warm. My tight top pushed my breasts up, to make them look bigger, but kept my shoulders bare. My make-up would be ruined by now and my hair was a mess too, but I was almost home. Nobody would see me like this. I wasn’t afraid, the neighborhood was OK, even at four in the morning on a weekday. As always I felt a bit of regret. I did had a good time, but at the expense of a lot of alcohol and cigarettes. Regret, because I had to go to work tomorrow morning, and I should have stayed home last night. Or at least go home around twelve, like my friends had done. I had stayed, hoping he would still arrive. But he hadn’t. The first Christmas lights were already up, blinking in bright colors. A lot of red and green. I didn’t want to think about Christmas. This would be the first time without my parents. My dad died two years ago, and my mother almost ten months ago. I always went home for Christmas, even last year when my mother was already sick and too tired to prepare a proper Christmas meal. This year I would be alone with Christmas. I had liked Christmas, but could we please skip this holiday season this year? I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. I would have to spend it alone, without any family to cheer me up. Christmas was too much about love and coming together with the people you loved. I had nobody to love anymore. And nobody loved me. I turned the corner and I was home. The terraced houses on both side of the street were dark. Everybody was asleep. Mine was on the left. I bought it with my inheritance. I lived in the basement and rented out the top floors to a family. I didn’t need that much space. I saw that my tenants had put up some Christmas decorations too. I shook my head in derision and opened the gate to my front door. The main living area, above my basement, had their own entrance via a brick stairway, and my door was under that, almost hidden. That was particularly convenient as I could hide my keys here and didn’t need to bring them with me. The motion sensor caught my movement and a light went on. I retrieved my key hidden in one of the potted plants and turned to the door. I only now saw the carton box in front of my door. I didn’t remember ordering anything online, but I found my name on the label. Probably my tenants would have accepted the package and had put it here. I opened the door, got in my house and put the carton box on the table. I wasn’t that curious and left the box there, first I took a shower and put on something warm. I wanted to go to bed, but my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to open the box first. I walked back into the living room and inspected the box. I checked the label again. My name was on it, and my address, but nothing indicated who sent it to me. No wait, in the corner of the label I saw Tom’s name. Immediately I became excitement. I had wanted to meet him at the club, but he hadn’t been there, but he did send me something. I liked Tom. I liked him very much. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but Tom was maybe a bit out of my league. He was handsome and tall, way taller than me. He seemed athletic and in my head he was captain of the football team, and the baseball team, and any other team. But too be honest, I wasn’t even sure he was in a team. Or into sports. I hardly knew him. I think he was a popular guy, and that girls liked him. I had seem how they looked at him at the club. They swarmed around him like bees. And with all those girls hanging around him, adoring him and smiling at all his jokes, I knew I didn’t had any chance. Not that I wasn’t beautiful, I thought that I wasn’t that bad, but I wasn’t that tall. I wasn’t small too, maybe a bit below average. Or, maybe a bit more below average that I wanted to admit. Anyway, next to Tom I looked tiny. I wished I was as tall as some of those cheerleading types that were hanging around him all the time. But Tom seemed to like me. We had met at the bookshop where I worked, and we met once at the club where he was with his friends, and then once in the diner around the corner of the bookshop, during lunch. He was really nice, and attentive, and beautiful. And now he had sent me something. Was it a gift? I thought I liked him more than he like me, but maybe I was wrong. I had found it hard to really understand what he was feeling. Tom seemed to have trouble expressing what he really felt. Maybe he was a bit shy. He shouldn’t be shy. He was perfect. I pulled the packaging tape to open the carton box. The box wasn’t heavy. It didn’t contain a lot, but my curiosity now really got the upper hand, I wanted to know what was inside. It didn’t take long before I could fold the top of the box open. I looked inside and saw a letter on top of some garment. Was it a shirt, or a dress? I put the letter aside and grabbed the garment. It was a dress. I held it up in front of me. It was a colorful dress, with thin straps across the shoulders. I was disappointment, really disappointed. I hated the dress, there was nothing nice about it. It looked like something a twelve year old would wear. I never wore anything like this, and I couldn’t imagine why Tom thought I would like this. I threw the dress on the table. There was more inside the box, and with a little less excitement I continued. I saw shoes, white sneakers, but with pink and purple. These were somewhat OK, but a little childish too. I checked the size and they were good. How did Tom know my size? The box still wasn’t empty, but almost. I saw a pair of pink ankle sox and something else. It had been hidden under the dress. I didn’t immediately recognize it, but as soon as I picked it up I knew what it was. I almost lost my grip and let it fall into the box again. I recognized it from TV commercials. It was a pull-up diaper. It was pink and frilly, and thick. Thicker than I expected. As a twenty year old woman I wasn’t unknown to padding and absorbent garments, but this pull-up was something completely different. It was exactly like a child’s diaper, but bigger. It looked to maybe a bit too small for me, but it looked completely elastic and would probably fit me perfectly. I held the semi-diaper up for a moment, flabbergasted, while my disbelief lessened a bit. Then I threw the pull-up on the dress. My excitement was gone, and I even felt a bit nervous when I opened the letter. “Dear Jessica, I invite you to my house this Friday afternoon and you are welcome to stay the night if you like. You don’t need to bring anything as I will provide everything you need. I hope you trust me, because there are some special rules: o Wear the clothes I send you and only the clothes I sent you. o No make-up or accessories. You are beautiful as you are. You can call below number for a taxi. He knows where I live, and I will pay for it. He will also take you back, whenever you want. Hope to see you Friday, Tom.”

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