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Kitten's diapered exploits- Part 1 of ?
12 years ago
Hi everyone! *waves*
For those of you who don't know me, My name is Catherine, though my friends call me “Kitten”. I am a 24 year-old (goin’ on three!^^) female baby/diaperfur. I have been a furry(Cat) for several years now, and I live in the United States with my life partner, Amanda.
PLEASE NOTE: I'm more or less calling this "Part 1" ironically. Given my history I'm sure this probably won't be the last time that something like this ends up happening to me, so I’m leaving myself open to continuation, just in case.
So something interesting happened to me today (and by "interesting" I mean incredibly dumb and humiliating) that I feel compelled to write down, if only to get it out of my head. I've been sick with the flu for the past week, so naturally my thinking hasn't been as clear as it should be. Please keep that in mind.
My head is pounding this morning, so bad it actually wakes me up before my alarm goes off. I Roll out of bed and grab my morning regimen of flu meds from the nightstand. I Shuffle about in the dark for a bit, more-or-less brush my teeth try to fix my hair and hair (screw it, I'm sick!) and head downstairs to the kitchen, so I can eat something with these stupid pills.
I open the fridge door: Mustard bottle. pickles. half a bag of rice. yum-yum.
Amanda's away for a college art project, so Ima have to go to the store myself.
I head back upstairs. Grab my keys and what not, throw on a skirt and whatever kick-around sandals I see first.
I Move to sit on the edge of my bed and start to change into a new diaper before I head out—I don’t normally have daytime accidents super often, but It’d be lying to call it rare. Plus with being sick, I don’t want to take a chance on embarrassing myself any more than I have to.
About halfway through changing I realize that I forgot to buy baby powder last time I was at the store because I'm a freakin' nimrod(RRRGH!). Searching my nightstand,
I see a small bottle of baby oil stuffed into the back corner of the drawer and think fine! It'll do! Oh sure...
I finish up, stagger out to the car and take off to the store.
I pull into the parking lot, find a spot and start to get out. As I turn in my seat to stand up, I feel that familiar squish that lets me know I’ve apparently wet myself while the driving. (I sometimes lose control, sure. But I can still FEEL when I gotta go…jeez). Still I congratulate myself on making the call to wear today.
Whatever. I chalk it up to being sick and head into the store, now squishy and grumbly on top of everything else. My head is swimming the whole way. My joints ache. My legs are shaky. I want to be at home, under about twenty blankets with a six pack of nyquil/advil coolers (that's NOT a real thing, please NO ONE ACTUALLY DO THAT!!...it’s a hyper-bowl).
I wobble through the doors and start making my way towards the carts. I’m all sweaty, shaking, stumbling all around red-faced. I must look like some drunken lunatic.
A service rep approaches me, a sweet-looking elderly woman, maybe 5'2". She signals to me, looking concerned. I wave her away "I'm fine" I try to assure her in my croaky flu voice.
She takes me by the elbow and leans in close to me. She whispers something.
"What?!"
She motions over my shoulder with her hand.
I turn to look where she's pointing. MY DIAPER IS ON THE FLOOR TEN FEET BEHIND ME!!!
It had apparently come undone right as I entered the store and was lying in the middle of the stupid walkway! (Yeah, it turns out that if you get baby oil on tape, it makes the sticky stuff not sticky anymore, so avoid that if you can XPPP)
I’m literally so embarrassed that I can’t breathe.
All I can think to do is to bolt to the nearest washroom and hope that somehow, a tornado will descend from the heavens and strike whatever stall I hide in.
After a little while then woman from before enters the bathroom and calls out for quote: "The shaky girl from the front."
I tap on the stall door and squeak a reply.
She assures me that the "mess" has been dealt with, and that she’s brought a bag of supplies from the store. She passes the bag under the stall door and I take it. She says that I’m to have the items free of charge and apologizes for my "negative shopping experience" (Okay, admittedly this made me chuckle a little). She leaves.
I put on a new diaper from the pack and exit the washroom, finish my shopping as quickly as possible (which wasn’t very quick it turns out, since I had my eyes glued to the floor the entire time) and go home to hide in my room for the next hundred years or so.
I’m actually pretty grateful to the old lady for being so nice about the whole thing (though it’s still pretty flipping embarrassing).>///<
At least I got some free diapers out of it so… I guess that's something.
*huff* Well anyways that’s my story. Feel free to laugh if you want. I kinda deserve it for being so stupid.^^
‘Sides, I hear that laughter is good medicine!
Blushin’ and Blech,
~Kitten~
For those of you who don't know me, My name is Catherine, though my friends call me “Kitten”. I am a 24 year-old (goin’ on three!^^) female baby/diaperfur. I have been a furry(Cat) for several years now, and I live in the United States with my life partner, Amanda.
PLEASE NOTE: I'm more or less calling this "Part 1" ironically. Given my history I'm sure this probably won't be the last time that something like this ends up happening to me, so I’m leaving myself open to continuation, just in case.
So something interesting happened to me today (and by "interesting" I mean incredibly dumb and humiliating) that I feel compelled to write down, if only to get it out of my head. I've been sick with the flu for the past week, so naturally my thinking hasn't been as clear as it should be. Please keep that in mind.
My head is pounding this morning, so bad it actually wakes me up before my alarm goes off. I Roll out of bed and grab my morning regimen of flu meds from the nightstand. I Shuffle about in the dark for a bit, more-or-less brush my teeth try to fix my hair and hair (screw it, I'm sick!) and head downstairs to the kitchen, so I can eat something with these stupid pills.
I open the fridge door: Mustard bottle. pickles. half a bag of rice. yum-yum.
Amanda's away for a college art project, so Ima have to go to the store myself.
I head back upstairs. Grab my keys and what not, throw on a skirt and whatever kick-around sandals I see first.
I Move to sit on the edge of my bed and start to change into a new diaper before I head out—I don’t normally have daytime accidents super often, but It’d be lying to call it rare. Plus with being sick, I don’t want to take a chance on embarrassing myself any more than I have to.
About halfway through changing I realize that I forgot to buy baby powder last time I was at the store because I'm a freakin' nimrod(RRRGH!). Searching my nightstand,
I see a small bottle of baby oil stuffed into the back corner of the drawer and think fine! It'll do! Oh sure...
I finish up, stagger out to the car and take off to the store.
I pull into the parking lot, find a spot and start to get out. As I turn in my seat to stand up, I feel that familiar squish that lets me know I’ve apparently wet myself while the driving. (I sometimes lose control, sure. But I can still FEEL when I gotta go…jeez). Still I congratulate myself on making the call to wear today.
Whatever. I chalk it up to being sick and head into the store, now squishy and grumbly on top of everything else. My head is swimming the whole way. My joints ache. My legs are shaky. I want to be at home, under about twenty blankets with a six pack of nyquil/advil coolers (that's NOT a real thing, please NO ONE ACTUALLY DO THAT!!...it’s a hyper-bowl).
I wobble through the doors and start making my way towards the carts. I’m all sweaty, shaking, stumbling all around red-faced. I must look like some drunken lunatic.
A service rep approaches me, a sweet-looking elderly woman, maybe 5'2". She signals to me, looking concerned. I wave her away "I'm fine" I try to assure her in my croaky flu voice.
She takes me by the elbow and leans in close to me. She whispers something.
"What?!"
She motions over my shoulder with her hand.
I turn to look where she's pointing. MY DIAPER IS ON THE FLOOR TEN FEET BEHIND ME!!!
It had apparently come undone right as I entered the store and was lying in the middle of the stupid walkway! (Yeah, it turns out that if you get baby oil on tape, it makes the sticky stuff not sticky anymore, so avoid that if you can XPPP)
I’m literally so embarrassed that I can’t breathe.
All I can think to do is to bolt to the nearest washroom and hope that somehow, a tornado will descend from the heavens and strike whatever stall I hide in.
After a little while then woman from before enters the bathroom and calls out for quote: "The shaky girl from the front."
I tap on the stall door and squeak a reply.
She assures me that the "mess" has been dealt with, and that she’s brought a bag of supplies from the store. She passes the bag under the stall door and I take it. She says that I’m to have the items free of charge and apologizes for my "negative shopping experience" (Okay, admittedly this made me chuckle a little). She leaves.
I put on a new diaper from the pack and exit the washroom, finish my shopping as quickly as possible (which wasn’t very quick it turns out, since I had my eyes glued to the floor the entire time) and go home to hide in my room for the next hundred years or so.
I’m actually pretty grateful to the old lady for being so nice about the whole thing (though it’s still pretty flipping embarrassing).>///<
At least I got some free diapers out of it so… I guess that's something.
*huff* Well anyways that’s my story. Feel free to laugh if you want. I kinda deserve it for being so stupid.^^
‘Sides, I hear that laughter is good medicine!
Blushin’ and Blech,
~Kitten~
FoxyKittenGirl
~foxykittengirl
And this is why you're supposed to let me change your diapers!
diaperkitten4ever
~diaperkitten4ever
OP
MEH!! >////<
marcofox
~marcofox
Oh boy, at least that old lady saved you from further embarrassment XP
diaperkitten4ever
~diaperkitten4ever
OP
Yes, she was extremely nice to not cause a scene or anything--well, more of a scene at least. I'm just glad it's over (though it'll probably be a while before I consider go back to that store).
