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"Alright, and tell me the moment you feel like you have to use the bathroom next time so you don't have another accident while you have no diaper." You add.
"Alright, and tell me the moment you feel like you have to use the bathroom next time so you don't have another accident while you have no diaper." You add.


"Ok."
"Ok. And also, umm... I wont' touch myself neither cauz I know you don't like it..." She volunteers this second part you didn't exactly ask for. Well, whatever.


After saying this, you get a dish rag and wet it, and then just kneel down to place Emily on the floor, then remove her pull-ups while modestly never actually looking under her dress. You toss the wet pullup and then scrub her crotch with the dishrag, once again showing modesty and not actually looking or lifting her dress, and the rag is the only part that makes actual contact with her genitals. Your bare palm and fingers don't even feel a bit of toddler skin.
After saying this, you get a dish rag and wet it, and then just kneel down to place Emily on the floor, then remove her pull-ups while modestly never actually looking under her dress. You toss the wet pullup and then scrub her crotch with the dishrag, once again showing modesty and not actually looking or lifting her dress, and the rag is the only part that makes actual contact with her genitals. Your bare palm and fingers don't even feel a bit of toddler skin.

Revision as of 04:36, 14 April 2020

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"Huh?" Savanah responds. "Umm... Emily just wet her pullups." She says. "Uhh... and I didn't bring any change either."

"I'm sorry mommy..." She says, and then starts crying. "It's just... I felt something really weird and good, and then... I just had... had an accideeeent!"

"Wow, I'm kinda impressed you could tell just like that the moment it happened." You comment as you try to sooth the crying child.

"Umm... sharp nose." Savanah comments. "We, umm... are kinda made to be mothers, so we've got a sharp sense of smell that can pick that sort of thing up real easy."

"Well, learn something new I guess. It's Ok though. Emily? Do you think you can avoid having another accident while we eat dinner? If you do, we can just let you keep your diaper off as long as you try not to run and jump around too much and show people between your legs."

"Mmm... yeah." She says. "Ok, I'll be good and won't play too much."

"Alright, and tell me the moment you feel like you have to use the bathroom next time so you don't have another accident while you have no diaper." You add.

"Ok. And also, umm... I wont' touch myself neither cauz I know you don't like it..." She volunteers this second part you didn't exactly ask for. Well, whatever.

After saying this, you get a dish rag and wet it, and then just kneel down to place Emily on the floor, then remove her pull-ups while modestly never actually looking under her dress. You toss the wet pullup and then scrub her crotch with the dishrag, once again showing modesty and not actually looking or lifting her dress, and the rag is the only part that makes actual contact with her genitals. Your bare palm and fingers don't even feel a bit of toddler skin.

"Alright, well, I guess that's settled." You say. "I gotta go toss this in the laundry now, you want to have our talk back there?"

"No, it doesn't matter now." Savanah says with her ears drooping a bit.