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A Little Curse or Blessing
🕑 Added 2023-08-11 14:00:02 +0000 UTCChapter 4
Three more days went by with Jessica repeatedly deciding that she was going to get rid of
the items still laying in a bag in her kitchen, but then never getting to it. Something about the
whole situation and encounter with Madame Zola still made her feel uneasy. Had the woman
been spying on her? How had she known about her bedwetting? How did she know about the
problem in the first place, and how did she know about all of it?
Soon enough the young woman gave up on trying to make sense of it all and tried just
putting it out of her mind; but of course that was easier said than done. Since that day she’d been
sleeping with her new stuffed animal in her bed and had found that she’d slept more soundly
ever since. On the first day after it had happened, the blushing girl had reluctantly taken not only
the other stuffed animals out of the bag, but also the colorful blanket. Even though it made her
blush, she couldn’t deny how calm and honestly stress-relieved all of the items made her feel
when she slept with them.
On the second day, she’d curiously walked by the bag of items again and found herself
picking up the bottle of baby powder. She wasn’t sure what she was doing until she’d popped
open the lid on it and the sweet innocent scent had wafted into her nose. Immediately her senses
reminded her of the couple of times during her childhood that she’d babysat for a few different
fellow neighborhood kids. The scent brought her back to a time that had been simpler and easier.
Before she knew it, Jessica was smiling a little as she took a deep breath of the scent in, though
fairly quickly got back to blushing as she shut the bottle and put it back.
On the third day, Jessica decided to try something bold. She wasn’t sure where the
feeling had come from, but something in her gut was making her try it. She reached into the back
of her closet, pushing aside the sweatpants and black jeans she normally wore, and took out one
of the colorful dresses she hadn’t worn in a while. The dress paired with a small touch of cute
makeup and the big purple bow from Madame Zola’s bag had created a cute outfit for her classes
that day. She inevitably felt shy when she’d stepped out of her apartment that day, especially
when she’d passed by a few sorority girls that she’d heard giggling, but she did her best to keep
her head held high as she went through her schedule that day. To Jessica’s delight, at least 2
people complimented her on how cute or adorable she looked before the morning was even over.
She was blushing like crazy, but a warm comfy spot deep in her tummy had her feeling giddy.
She was beautiful and right now she knew it, and that’s all that mattered.
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Soon enough though, there was something that Jessica couldn’t push away any longer.
Despite the items from Madame Zola’s bag admittedly making her feel calmer and happier the
last few days, she was still wetting the bed. She knew it wasn’t practical and a little silly, but
she’d been resistant to try some of the other items in the bag for fear that she’d never be able to
live with the embarrassment, even if it was private. After a few more nights of being stubborn
and having to wash wet sheets every morning, she knew she couldn’t do it any longer.
The poor girl was cringing hard as she grabbed the same pull-up that she’d handled
before out of the bag and took a better look at it. She knew that it was the kind that was normally
made for kids but, as much as she hated to admit it, she was just about as petite if not more so
than some kids. Part of her mind was criticizing herself for giving in to something so obviously
embarrassing so easily, but hey, she thought, at least they were free.
With a deep blush decorating her face, when she went to bed that night Jessica unfolded
the garment completely and held it open for herself, stepping in one foot at a time before pulling
it up her slender shaven legs. She was honestly surprised at how... not awful it felt. The material
was a little cool against her crotch and as she ran her hands over it, she was once again surprised
at how much softer it was than she thought. While her blush remained redder than ever, the
pretty 19 year old shuffled over to her full body mirror and glanced at herself in it, wearing
nothing currently but the pull-up. She felt embarrassed, but not horribly so.
She put a huge comfy oversized shirt on, more like a dress, and soon snuggled into bed
under her freshly washed blankets, the plastic sheet underneath her crinkling a little, and the
stuffed animals next to her hugged close. As she quickly drifted off, she hoped this would help.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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