This choice: It's Stacy, the eleven year old • Go Back...Chapter #4Guardian Angel by: Dawn   Upon sliding under the door into the bathroom, you see the young Stacy slip down off the toilet seat, turning to pull the level which echoes a loud flush through the bathroom around you. Upon landing on her feet, she leaned forward to her legs and pulled up what looked to be a white and purple patterned pull-up, a child friendly butterfly print shown on the padding for a moment between her legs before she stepped out of the pair of pink pajama pants in which she had worn to bed last night, it being the middle of winter; she needed to be wearing warm PJ's, hence the matching pink pajama long sleeve top
Stacy was a nice girl, she was always kind to me unlike her younger sister who didn't seem quite as fond of me. I was glad that of the two it ended up being this sister, Nina probably would have tortured me in some cruel, childish manner like stick me in her doll house and dress me up. Stacy here had always been a bed-wetter for as long as I could remember, it didn't seem to phase her all that much, she was happy and chirpy for the most part, and didn't seem to mind displaying her pull-ups to guests that she knew well. She could usually be seen at night walking around in just a t-shirt of some kind and her padding.
My instant reaction was an attempt to wave and get her attention, not only was it a relief to see someone who I liked, but it was also a blessing that it happened to be one of the most helpful people in this house. Unfortunately, having apparently just woken, Stacy was nothing short of half asleep, her steps were kind of lazy and halfhearted.
"Stacy! Stacy!!" I call out, jumping up and down with all my heart as I yell my lungs out in my attempt to draw her attention. The young girl let out a cute, childish yawn as she walked straight past me and towards the shower lifting off and stripping the pink sleepwear top from her torso one button at a time, leaving her in only the pull-up now. I gave a soft sigh to myself, giving up on jumping as she slid the pull-up down her slim legs, stepping out of it as it lays flat on the cold tiled floor at her feet, ending up canceling out the point of pulling it back on a few seconds ago, unless she did that to stay warm down there for that small amount of time... It didn't matter I guess. The girl stepped into the shower not seconds later, the sound of hot water being turned on then being the only sound filling the bathroom.
Stacy was probably going to be a while now, which meant that I at least had some time to figure out a way to get her attention. I looked around the room briefly, seeing a couple of potential options. She had a fresh pair of clothes on the basin bench beside the toilet, a hand towel hanging down from beside it; being a way to climb up. But there was also the towel rack at the right wall, and the towels there may be easier to climb than the one at the basin. She was going to have to go to either of them before she could leave the bathroom either way.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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