I Didnt Poop for a Month and It Will Probably Happen Again

Chapter iv

Jason had never been to Charissa's business firm before, despite having worked with her so many times. It was a pretty tudor-styled house at the end of the street, not likewise far from the lake.

They walked in down the path cutting a through a large front end-yard, and up two steps onto a sheltered verandah and entered the forepart door. Charissa welcomed her guest in and led him to the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, pointing to the sofa. But Jason had his eyes onto the swing-chair, which hung from the ceiling.

Noticing his expression, Charissa said, "indulge yourself! Information technology's fun".

Jason sat on the swing and Charissa turned on the radio.

"I'll get get some drinks", said Charissa, going into the kitchen.

Jason sat there, looking at some photos. Charissa was an merely child, and her parents were definitely wealthy. Pictures of her jet-skiing, windsurfing, riding an elephant and rock-climbing, alongside with pictures of her riding her first bicycle with her dad and playing dolls with her mum, certainly suggested a great childhood.

Charissa returned with ii spectacles of lemonade, and handed 1 to Jason, earlier seating herself in the couch abreast him.

"What fourth dimension volition your folks render", asked Jason.

"They're both overseas. Thought I told you lot?", she added.

"Oh yeah! Then y'all're a latchkey kid then!", said Jason.

"Yup! My mum and dad are dentists, and they've gone to attend some dentistry conference in the US. They will only be back the 24-hour interval earlier school starts", she added.

"Ah I see", said Jason.

"So, what exercise your parents work equally?"

"Erm... Well... They're grocers".

"Wow!", said Charissa. "Where'southward their shop?", she asked.

'Honk honk', came a smashing honking from the front door.

"Ah, that mailman", said Charissa. "Give me a moment", she said, and went to get the mail.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

*****

Charissa came back from collecting the mail. Her parents had sent her a postcard. She held on to it, inbound the living room.

"It's nearly one. You should apply your medication", said Jason.

Charissa knew that he was trying to modify the subject but looking at the time, she knew that she should obey.

"I'll go to my room. I'll be back quick", she said.

"Ah and Charissa, accept your diapers upwards", he said. He took out the pack from his haversack and handed information technology to her.

Charissa paused for a moment.

"Should I put i on now?", she asked.

"Charissa why I y'all demand to?", asked Jason. "You've already pooped in the morning!", he said.

"I dunno.. I was thinking that since you lot were here y'all could teach me to put it on," she said.

Jason sighed. He idea that she might actually be reluctant to put it on, but she wasn't.

"I'll wait here. You lot call me in one case you are ready", he said.

Charissa went upwards to her room and airtight the door behind her. She went into her bathroom and took off her cargo pants and undergarment, put on a dispensable plastic glove, and proceeded to employ the gel. She felt a slight stinging sensation, only nothing more. Clenching her fists, she wore back her clothes, opened her door and chosen out to Jason.

"Jason, I'm done. You tin come upwardly now," she hollered.

"Okay coming", he said. He climbed the stairs to the second flooring. There were two rooms just Charissa was non in them.

"I'm upwardly here, on the third floor," she shouted once again.

Jason then climbed up to the third floor.

In that location was a door where the stairs concluded. Waiting inside was Charissa.

"Prissy, your room is in the attic!", exclaimed Jason.

"Yup", said Charissa grinning.

Jason looked effectually. It was huge and painted lilac. There was a study table, a dressing table, a big wardrobe and her bed in the eye. She even had a window-sill with a comfy reading spot, a bookshelf and a guitar-stand up.

"Charissa, you lot're a real-life princess!", Jason remarked.

"Ah non really," she said, blushing.

"I mean, everything is lilac and turquoise with gilded borders!"

"Well, every girl has that Disney princess childhood phase correct?", she retorted.

"Oh yes, very important stage. That you're yet in", said Jason grinning. Charissa punched him in the arm for that.

Jason walked over to her bed and picked up the pack of diapers that lay on top. He opened it and drew ane out.

"Have you e'er changed a babe's diaper earlier", he asked.

"Me? I've never fifty-fifty babysat before", she said.

"Never mind then. Basically there is the frontal patch and these are the tapes. There are 4 of them and they must land on the frontal patch", he explained.

"I run across", said Charissa.

"And these are the wetness indicators, which will signal if the diaper is nearing capacity and you lot need a change", she said.

"Wetness indicators", repeated Charissa. "I don't think I'll demand them", she said.

"You will. Trust me, it is better to pee in the diaper itself than to take it off and put it on again after. Saves you a lot of trouble", Jason explained.

"Really? I was thinking of wearing just a few again and over again..."

"Please don't do that! You need to take care of your peel lest yous get a rash. Don't use a diaper more than twice, and reuse only when you did not pee in it the commencement time", said Jason.

"Oh okay. I'll try non to pee in them," Charissa said smile.

"Nah, y'all don't have to worry. You take 24 diapers remember? And too, diaper rash is not something to be played with", said Jason frowning.

"Well so much for the lecture! How do you put it on?", asked Charissa.

"It's best to lay down and go diapered. Spread out the diaper on your bed or something, lie down on top, bring up the front of the diaper then do the tapes. Do the top tapes, then the bottom. I find doing the pinnacle ones give a snug fit", said Jason.

"Why not y'all endeavour, I'll go hide in the bathroom, give y'all some privacy", he said.

"Y'all don't need to hibernate in the bathroom Jason! I trust yous! Just sit downward at my report table, I'm okay with y'all being effectually", said Charissa.

"Actually?",asked Jason.

"Yep! You've helped me out in many tight spots. I trust you. I don't mind if y'all even run into me in just my diaper!", stressed Charissa.

Jason smiled. "It's okay, I appreciate that you trust me. I'll just sit there and look", he said.

Charissa nodded. Jason went over to her study table and chair, which faced abroad from the bed, and sat down, to check his Twitter feed.

Charissa meanwhile, took off her pants and undergarment again and, post-obit Jason's instructions, spread out the diaper on her bed and lay downward on peak of it, and pulled the front part over her privates. But she couldn't make up one's mind how best to put on the tapes. Using this as an alibi, she called out to Jason again.

"Um Jason, could you assistance me with the tapes delight", she asked.

Jason came over to her bedside. He saw Charissa lying downwards on her bed in that vulnerable state, with her diaper half-on. Jennifer always looked at him that style. He sighed and helped exercise the tapes for Charissa.

She stood up and adapted her diaper. Jason looked away. Charissa tugged at her diaper 1 last fourth dimension, and looked at Jason with a crestfallen expression. He sighed and held her paw.

"It will be over soon. Wearing diapers doesn't ascertain what kind of person yous are, and I practice non wish that it affects your personality".

"Hang in there, Charissa", he said.

Charissa nodded, looking downwards in embarrassment. She could experience Jason'south business organization exuding in every syllable he spoke.

"Now put on a pants or something, and hide these diapers in your wardrobe", he said and turned abroad.

Charissa looked down at her diapered crotch, staying rooted to the spot. She may have been willing, perchance even a tad eager to try on diapers to escape washing poopy article of clothing, merely perhaps but when she saw an actual adult diaper on herself did reality hit her like a stone.

Did she just spend a sum of her own money on diapers? Was she now considered 'abnormal', because she wore diapers? Was her pooping problem so bad that she really needed diapers? And in the event that she did have an accident, who would change her diaper for her?

What would her friends say if they institute out? How would her parents react, if they found out their 17 year old was wearing diapers again?

She had considered these issues when she was alone at home in the wake of her accidents, but when she was buying diapers she was besides occupied to think about these bug. But when she really put on ane did the gravity of the state of affairs attract her attention. Perhaps that was why Jason was not peachy on her wearing diapers?

She turned to expect at him. Realizing that she had been lost in her own thoughts for quite a while, she walked over to join him at the window. She realized that if she was distressed, then he was emotionally vulnerable. He stared into the altitude, unaware that Charissa had joined him by the side. A alone tear rolled down his right cheek. She reached out and held on to his left mitt and leant onto his shoulder. Had she unknowingly hurt her friend?

*****

Jason sabbatum at Charissa'south written report table, finishing up his chemistry assignment. Once he had written his last line, he sat up and stretched. He noticed the fourth dimension was 5.45pm. Darkness would be falling soon. He turned around and glanced at Charissa.

Charissa was sleeping peacefully, her caput tucked to one side and the remainder of her buried under her sheets. She had gotten a slight headache, and had fallen asleep after taking the headache medicine. Jason had volunteered to stay around for a while longer in case information technology worsened. He smiled as he knew that Charissa was sleeping peacefully.

Knowing that he had to brand a motility presently, he stood upward and went over to Charissa and slowly tried to wake her upward.

"Mm, five more than minutes", she whined.

"Charissa, you've been comatose for iv hours already! Wake up!", said Jason softly, shaking her.

"Mm okay and then", she said groggily and sat up on her bed, stretching. The crinkling of her diaper was barely audible.

"How'south your headache", he asked.

"Much better", she answered groggily.

"Hmm looks like yous've had a good afternoon nap!", Jason said.

"Yes. I've non had such a skilful sleep in a long time", she said smile at him.

"These diapers are surprisingly comfortable! Information technology's simply that they crinkle when y'all turn over", she added as she threw open up her covers and stood upwardly. A pair of loose Hawaiian shorts hid her diaper nicely.

"Haha. So you feeling better? How'southward your headache?", Jason asked.

"My head'due south yet throbbing a little, merely much better than just at present", she replied sleepily, stretching over again. "I'm starving, aren't you", she asked him.

"Me? Yeah", he said.

"Hey listen, it's getting late, I need to get soon", he said.

"Oh okay", said Charissa sadly.

"I was hoping y'all could stay for a while longer. We could social club pizza for dinner!", she added sadly.

Jason'due south center melted upon hearing the sadness in her phonation. Well he <i>could</i> stay for a while longer, he just had to inform the landlady.

"Pleeeze," beseeched Charissa.

Jason nodded.

"Yay!", said Charissa, giving Jason a small-scale hug. Jason, who had not expected that and was standing stiffly, squeezed her hand.

They both went downstairs into the living room and Charissa ordered some Dominoes pizza. The salesgirl who took their order said that it would take half an hour, so they switched on the television, and sabbatum watching The Ellen DeGeneres show. They sat side-by-side on the sofa as the sun started to set outside.

*****

Jason knew that sooner or later, Charissa would need to pee. And judging by her uncomfortable movements, he knew that was information technology was going to be soon.

Charissa meanwhile, sabbatum abreast Jason a niggling stiffly. She needed to pee, urgently, every bit all the soft drink from their luncheon had completed its journey. She wanted to have off her diaper and employ the toilet, merely Jason's advice of but using the diaper notwithstanding sounded in her ears. She felt actually close and comfortable beside her friend, and didn't want to upset him. But she didn't like the discomfort either. She was in a mini dilemma. She shifted uncomfortably over again.

Jason knew that she was embarrassed to talk about information technology, so he decided to help things along.

"You okay Charissa?", he asked.

"Me? Yeah", she replied uncertainly.

"Alright then", he said and paused.

"You lot haven't used the toilet right?", he asked.

"Um me? No, I haven't peed my diaper yet", she said, a picayune defensively.

"So yous oasis't gone to the bathroom since morning? Don't you need to pee?", he asked.

"Oh erm, yeah I do. It's just that, I don't want to pee in my diaper, just you told me to keep it on and I...". Charissa couldn't make out what to say.

"It's okay, Charissa. You may pee in the toilet, yous may pee in the diaper. It's your option. You'll eventually have off the diaper, information technology'due south a thing of now, or later tonight. Up to you", said Jason.

Charissa nodded. But she was feeling too lazy to stand upwardly from her comfortable position beside Jason. Perchance she should effort to pee in a diaper, since it'due south only doing its job, she thought to herself.

"I'1000 feeling lazy Jason," she began.

"Hmm okay then. I'll lift you lot up", he said and stood up before Charissa could say annihilation, and helped her up onto her feet.

"Quickly go to the toilet! Don't control for too long!", he said.

"But Jason..." began Charissa.

"Why? Do yous demand someone to carry you to the toilet?", he asked jokingly.

"Oh no, no. It'south just that... could you assistance me with the tapes?", she asked, chop-chop irresolute the topic.

"Lazy girl", he said smiling, while Charissa grinned dorsum. He gave her a mischievous look, then without warning, pulled her Hawaiian Shorts straight down.

"Hey!", Charissa protested.

Merely and so the pizza deliveryman rang the doorbell.

*****

Charissa came out of the bath with her bladder feeling much ameliorate. She returned to the living room after donning on a pair of fresh underwear that she took from the laundry, and found that Jason wasn't at that place. She took a seat first on the sofa. Seconds later, he reappeared at the staircase landing.

"I've left the diaper in your room, on the window-sill to dry. You may use it tomorrow morning", he said, taking his seat abreast Charissa.

"Oh okay. My bums actually feel kind of weird without any padding", she confessed to Jason.

"Alright. Thought you'd be glad to be rid of them", said Jason casually.

"Hah, I thought and so as well, but I didn't realize that they would be this comfy to wearable!", she said.

Jason nodded. 'At least she is willing to habiliment a diaper, then it's not an emotional burden for her', he thought to himself.

"You know, I really wanted to know what information technology's like to pee in a diaper", I was going to, but... yeah...", she said, trailing off.

Jason took a breath and looked at her. "Why Charissa?", he asked.

"Just... curious I gauge", she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"There'south nothing fantastic about information technology really. In any case, you still have a few weeks to try it out, though you lot'll probably go ill of them", he said.

Charissa nodded. "Sick of them", she repeated softly.

"Yup", he said.

There was silence for a moment. Then Charissa spoke.

"Um Jason", she began.

"Aye?"

When do nosotros swallow?"

"Erm now I gauge," he said.

They both laughed. Jason helped to open the pizza box and they started to swallow.

They ate their fill up, heartily chatting with each other. Once they were washed they cleared up the pizza and spent some more fourth dimension watching the Goggle box. Merely the clock was ticking and Jason knew that he had to return to his order, lest the landlady would be worried most him.

Slowly, he stood upward to leave.

"Hey Charissa, I gotta go now. They volition be looking out for me", he said, careful of his tone and words.

"Oh okay", said Charissa. She hoped Mr and Mrs Coleman wouldn't get mad at Jason coming home belatedly. She stood upward and followed him as he gathered his stuff from her room. She stood by his side as he put on his shoes. She fussed over his jacket and adjusted his backpack for him. She didn't desire him to get out.

"You'll be okay right?", he asked her softly. He sensed her unwillingness to role with him.

"Aye, I guess and then", she answered back softly.

"Okay so. Y'all staying at home tomorrow right", he asked.

"Um, aye", she answered a little undecidedly.

"Don't desire to take an blow in school", she added.

Jason nodded. "Maybe I'll drib by in the afternoon, to continue y'all company. How nearly that?", he asked.

Charissa'south face lit upwards. "Jason I'd love that! Delight do come, yous are welcome here someday", she said happily.

Jason laughed.

"Alright and then. I'll drop by say one?", he said.

"Okay. I'll endeavour to cook something for you lot", she added in zest.

It was Jason's turn to smile. Charissa hugged Jason again, and this fourth dimension, he reciprocated, hugging her tightly equally well.

And as Jason stepped out of the front door, Charissa called out to him again.

"Oh Jason"

"Yeah", he asked.

"I.. I only want to say thank you for following me for the appointment today. And for helping me with my.. my diapers. And for spending all the time with me today", she said.

"It really ways so much to me", she added.

Jason smiled at her. "Yous're welcome,Charissa", he said.

Charissa stood at her door as Jason walked on, apace disappearing behind a bend. She locked up her front gate and the doors to her business firm and went up into her sleeping room.

She turned on the lite and sat down on her bed, taking some time to get accustomed to the sudden loneliness. She had wanted to ask Jason to stay over for the night, but knew that it was request too much of him. He had already sacrificed his whole 24-hour interval to be with her, to support her and comfort her. She kept thinking of the little things that he did for her today that made her feel well taken-care of.

She saw the diaper ready out to dry on her window-sill. She wondered to herself if she should wear it to bed tonight. In one case she had changed into her pyjamas she picked it up and observed it carefully. Hesitantly, she put it down, knowing that it would be at least two hours afterwards she woke upwards that she would need it. She switched off her room light and climbed into her bed, her bedside lamp being the source of light. She sat there in that position, surfing her phone, checking her Twitter and Facebook feeds before she decided to turn in early.

Charissa didn't fall asleep immediately. Instead, she kept on thinking about the day's events. Information technology had definitely been an emotional roller-coaster ride for her, and felt thankful that Jason was there for her. She was already missing him.

She knew she had feelings for him, feelings that have existed for months, feelings that exponentially increased these by three days. And she knew that he harboured similar feelings for her too. But she sensed that something was stopping him from taking the next step, something which Charissa couldn't make out.

Perchance it involved his past? In that location must take been some strong reason for him to be immune to repeat his first year of written report in the aforementioned schoolhouse! And Jason had never told her that he had a sibling. Come to recall of information technology, he had never mentioned anything about his family unit until today.

Charissa kept on thinking virtually Jason'southward unusual secret. Even as she groggily shifted into sleep, she knew what she must practise the next morning.

*****

Jason was tired, he was emotionally drained. But he yet forced himself to wake upwards the next morning. It was a beautiful Th morning. Later a quick shower and a quick walk, he was at his usual spot in the school library past half past eight. The library showed no new signs of students returning, and Jason was first to like it that way. Except today, Charissa wasn't beside him.

He laid out his things on the tabular array, and took out his stationary and figurer. But he just wasn't in the mood to do piece of work today. He flipped through the Economic science assignment. The topic of globalization wasn't his favourite topic, and was his weakest. He knew that Jennifer hated it too. And then did Charissa.

Jason knew that Charissa was someone who was special to him, someone who was genuinely cared for him, someone who loved him. Ever since he defended her from an ambitious member of the public who harassed her during a photography society outing, she had gotten friendlier with him. They and then volunteered to photograph a string of school events, during which they helped each other with the technical aspects of the art. They fifty-fifty stayed back till belatedly to edit the photographs that they had taken, so Charissa was not just a friend to Jason, she was his buddy.

Jason was knew that she was more than than a buddy. He had feelings for her. But he fought to suppress these feelings, for within Charissa he saw his sis Jennifer. Charissa was filling in the vacuum left behind past his sister, and though he never mentioned anything nearly Jenny to Charissa, he treated her the same way.

He cried on the inside when Charissa told him she had a problem controlling her bowels. After all, it was one of the many problems that Jenny faced too, he thought to himself.

Slowly, his eyes started drooping and he fell fast asleep.

*****

Jason was running. He was chasing after a night figure, a night figure of a tall, muscular human being. He was chasing someone. She was crying. Jason couldn't brand out who it was or why the dark figure was chasing afterwards her. Soon, they came to a room. It was a dead finish. The girl, cornered, turned towards her attacker and started beseeching him.

"Please... please spare me", she pleaded.

Alas, those cries fell on deafened ears. Instead, he raised a hammer loftier to a higher place his head.

"Noooooo", cried out Jason. But it was as well belatedly. Jennifer ducked at the last possible second and scampered into Jason's artillery. The hammer struck a door which wasn't there previously. Immediately, a horrible ear-splitting warning bell sounded.

Jason jerked awake, still perspiring. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was not hugging his sister, only his jacket. And his telephone, which was millimeters from where his head was resting, had only stopped ringing.

It was a text bulletin from Charissa. He opened it.

"U in the library right?"

Still in a daze, it took a few moments for him to add together ane plus one. He quickly replied a 'aye'.

Within five seconds Charissa replied.

"Ok cmg. In sch alr "

Jason stood up and stretched . He glanced at his picket. Information technology was near ten. What in the world was she doing here? He leant on the adjacent wall, anticipating Charissa'southward inflow inside the next 5 minutes. His dream was still vivid in his heed, and he quickly wiped of his sweat and drunk some water to freshen up.

Maybe his heart was yet racing from the dream but he could not stand up still. And then he walked towards the entrance of the library, past the silent rows of shelves, and empty tables and chairs. He walked past the librarian, who was playing with her Nintendo 3DS, and walked out of the library. He continued on to the staircase, by the empty buffet, and descended to the school concourse. Still no sign of Charissa.

From his position near the pes of the staircase one could clearly see the associates plaza and the adjacent sidewalk. Running behind the canteen, it lead from the concourse all the way to the sheltered walkway. The gate lay simply beyond sight. But nowhere, was Charissa to be seen.

"Girls", Jason said to himself and took a seat, thinking that she had exaggerated her position. But equally soon as he sat down, he wondered if she had taken a detour. For while this was the most straight path to the interior of the school, it was not the simply ane. He stood up and started to walk towards the canteen. At the commencement bend he saw, all the way at the other end stood a girl dressed in total school uniform.

"Charissa!", he called out to her, and sprinted towards her.

Charissa did not move from her spot. But when Jason stood in front end of her did he realize that something was wrong. The odour gave it abroad.

"It happened again!" she blurted out, her voice cracking. "I but kept my phone when I felt... I couldn't control information technology".

Jason held her hand. Charissa stood rooted to the spot, her face pale and visibly distressed.

"It's going to be alright. You wearing your.. thing right?", he asked cautiously.

Charissa nodded.

"Good. At present, allow's get yous inverse. The canteen toilets..."

"I..am scared that the floor will be wet. Can we get somewhere else?" she asked.

Jason thought for a moment.

"The classrooms and all the other toilets are locked today. Merely there is one place. Can you climb stairs?"

She nodded.

"The third floor corridor, on the right hand side of the lecture cake," he replied.

"You hateful on top of that blocked off staircase where couples go to have sex?", she asked.

Jason nodded. "You'll be able to walk correct..."

"Yes Jason", she cutting in, knowing that he meant to carry her.

Jason gulped. Nevertheless he took Charissa's schoolbag from her and they slowly made their way upward. Charissa was waddling a little. She was highly embarrassed.

She was in a daze. What she had been hoping would never happen once again, happened. She had told herself again and again, even Jason stressed it, that she was to remain at home. And just because she didn't experience any urge to poop after three hours of existence awake, she put on her compatible and hastened to school. She felt hopeless. Why did she even carp to go out her house? Did she trust her diaper too much?

Her mess was wedged in between her legs. Information technology was soft, and she could feel it being moved around with every step. She regretted rebutting his offer to carry her and was secretly hoping that Jason would offer to carry her once more. But as they got closer to their destination she let that hope falter away. Instead she remarked out aloud that she was lucky that no one was around to see her walking in that land.

Jason so asked her why she came to schoolhouse today, despite hearing Dr Granger's advice confronting leaving her house.

"You lot know that you have accidents in the morning", Jason chided her. "Why did yous risk information technology?"

"I.. I thought that you might be alone in school today", she said as they reached the secluded spot. It was a small space which wasn't well known, had merely one way in, and was perfect to hide in and change a diaper.

"Yes only that'southward not for long. I was going to come up to your house, and y'all were going to make lunch remember?", he said.

Charissa nodded. "I but felt similar seeing you, Jason. And you lot told me to trust my diapers. Which is what I did. See? They haven't leaked one scrap", she said, turning effectually and showing her behind to him.

Her school brim wasn't muddy one bit.

Jason nodded. "Thank you Charissa", he said softly.

"I'll stand below, keep a sentinel while you go cleaned. You know what to do right?"

"Yes, she said, nodding her head. I was listening when you taught me equally you took off my diaper yesterday", she said.

"Okay. Phone call me one time you are washed", he said.

"Okay, she said.

"And endeavour to stop farting, once y'all are washed," he added with a smiling.

"Hey," she said putting we hands on her hips, smiling a little.

Jason smiled dorsum, and he turned to make his fashion out. Just he had taken just a few steps when he turned around once again.

"You.. sure you don't need help", he asked.

Charissa had just been pulling out her tucked-in school blouse. "Well.. I don't really mind some assist...", she began.

"Can you change my diaper for me", she asked shyly.

Jason smiled kindly and nodded at her. Charissa had taken off her schoolhouse brim by the time he was beside her.

"See", she said, pointing at her diaper. "I peed in it, twice", she said.

"Ouh Charissa", he said comfortingly. He proceeded to change her in a continuing position. One time he was washed, he spread out a new diaper on the floor and fastened the diaper with her lying downwardly.

He helped her up to her anxiety. Charissa blushed, knowing that her Jason had just seen her naked and had diapered her. Jason too, felt very happy that his Charissa trusted him to change her diaper. She put on her school skirt while he bagged upwardly her used diaper.

They went down to the nearest toilets and done their easily thoroughly with lather. Jason and then gathered his stuff and they left the surreal loneliness of the schoolhouse, heading instead to a nearby Burger King where they had and early lunch and spent near of their fourth dimension talking instead of studying.

*****

Charissa had non forgotten her hope to cook dejeuner for Jason. She cooked for him that Saturday. And the Saturday subsequently that. In between, Jason visited Charissa's house every solar day of the calendar week, spending much values time with her. They watched movies, finished ther homework, started studying alee and even took long walks along the lake virtually her house.

Charissa did enlist Jason's help in changing her diaper whenever she did take accidents. She had as many as three accidents a day, and had to article of clothing her diapers all twenty-four hours and even at night, eventually purchasing another pack of diapers.

Only eventually, Charissa started to proceeds more than and more command of her bowels, and by the last week of the holidays she was successfully making it to the toilet every time. She stopped wearing diapers in the afternoons and evenings, but she liked their comfort and wore them every night, staying in information technology until afterward breakfast, when Jason came over.

After spending weeks with Charissa, Jason was very much comfortable with being around her. The two of them were inseparable. He called her Cherry, and she chosen him Jay Jay in their intimate chats. He was glad that Charissa was finally weaning off her diapers. Merely he knew that he would miss changing Charissa, for she had not told him that she actually liked to wear them at night. He had convinced Charissa to poop her diaper on purpose one twenty-four hour period just for him, and that was a day when things went horribly wrong.

Each returned home to their rooms and spent hours, crying themselves to sleep. Schoolhouse opened but ii days later and they withal hadn't called or texted each other.

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