![]() “Ah yes, she has been expecting you, right this way … Princess,” and with that she grabbed her clip board and started walking away, further into the massive office. “Umm, yes I’m here to see my sister Sophie,” I said unsure if she would believe me. “How can I help you today?” The receptionist asked catching my attention. Everything was a huge shock how did I not know that her business had become this successful? Everything was showing that this position was out of petty or too good to be true. ![]() The walls were a very light pink and pictures of clients, and their hair styles were across the walls, among other photos showing her success over the last couple of years. Once I entered, I could see chairs lining the glass door and what looked like a receptionist. But upon getting through the kitchen like back I finally found an office that had Sophie’s name on it. And if not then it was some temporary side gig that she could have had an A.I do.Īfter parking my car, I slowly entered the building through the back door, it wasn’t locked and I didn’t need an ID or anything to get in, probably something that I should ask her to change, while I didn’t like the idea of this being some petty position, I was still going to do my job correctly. From the looks of things, she didn’t need my help, this position was definitely out of pity. Slowly I pulled into a parking spot located at the back of the building, I assumed she wouldn’t mind, nor was there any open spots in front. But when I pulled up this time it was a big single detached building that looked like it might belong to a steak house or something. Soon enough I pulled into her single building salon, the last time I had helped her move into her salon, she was running it out of some small strip mall an ugly red sign that read salon, not very original of a name. Ever since self-driving cars had become mandated crashes happened less and less frequently, but they still did happen on the occurrence. The drive didn’t take me that long, I threw my shit in my car, and began the twenty-minute drive over to her salon, The roads were mostly clear, just a slight slowdown on the highway due to a crash. Getting ready had always taken me so long, I just couldn’t understand how other dudes got their hair ready in so little time. I was ready in just about thirty minutes. ![]() Please don’t remove my caption if you do, may all the coffee at your office on Monday be decaf.After getting ready for what felt like a few minutes, but with the confirmation of a clock. Sure, she could have held it this time - but why bother? She might as well use them: just like Mummy expected, just like the sisters expected, just like the entire world apparently expected.Īnnelise the nappy-wearing baby - Annelise the soggy nappy girl. ![]() ![]() She felt a slight pressure in her bladder, hesitated for only a second, and let go at once in resignation, feeling the familiar warmth seeping into the already damp nappies. She clutched her stuffed bear more closely, shifting her position, feeling the bulky padding around her petite bottom and hearing the ever-present loud crackle and rustle of her lace-covered rubber pants. They’re allowing it for now as long as you come home at the noon break for a change, but I know they won’t tolerate you and your soggy nappies for an entire day…” It’s difficult enough for me to manage the sisters, to convince them that you can still attend school - even if you are in nappies and waddling around the classrooms like an absolute toddler. “No, you absolutely may not, Annelise!” she had retorted to her daughter’s whining pleas. “Tell me this, dearie - when you’ve had another one of your accidents, who’ll change your wet nappy, hmm? I don’t suppose you think Sister Margaret is willing to do that for you? Honestly, it’s bad enough that a girl your age needs nappies and rubber pants overnight, but ever since you made that scene at the choir recital - well, you now know as well as I do that you desperately need that protection. Mummy was so unfair sometimes, so mean! All the other children got to go on the excursion to the zoological garden, and did she get to tag along? No - all because Mummy maintained that she was decidedly not mature enough. ![]()
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