Out of the pack and soon handed me one.The pink and purple garment felt anything but mature, but I bit my tongueand pulled it up my legs and was happy...that it stayed up."That looks better," she said and without warning used a finger to checkthe waist band. "still almost too big, but I think it'll work if youdon't have any accidents." I'm not intending to..." I reminded her."Let's make sure the potty will work for you..." she said. I looked atthe box and felt like groaning. It said 'Princess. I’ve read through many of your experiences and they had prompted me also to share mine with you. You can mail in your responses to The experience started when I was travelling by bus from Chennai to Trivandrum.I met a co-passenger by name “Lakshmi”. She was an appealing lady with a nice god-gifted figure of 36 sized boobs, apt curves at the apt places, etc. Fortunately or unfortunately her seat was next to mine in the Volvo AC bus and I was taken aback on seeing her. We smiled at each other. He called the supervisor of ortho, and asked if he could speak with Nurse Green for a very few minutes."This is Mr. Bryant of the finance office," the supervisor told Nurse Green. "He needs five minutes of your time." Wayne hoped to keep it down to three."More to the point," he told her on the edge of a wide hallway, "I'm Shannon Bryant's father. She's babysat for you." Yes. She's very reliable." Fine. And you allow her boyfriend to visit while she's there." Yes," she said. "I suggested it the. I bled for my girlness. I bled for my beauty.My tenderness and love invoking bleeding, made me profoundly beautiful. Mybleeding confirmed my cyclic fertility. My bleeding announced I was ripe forreproduction. My bleeding wound refreshed my fecundity. That my slit couldbleed in this ultra-feminine way confirmed I was girl. I was given no aid to absorb my flow. I seeped red. I seeped red-heat abundantlyfrom my shaven naughty. And I was given no aid to soak the flow. I must benatural girl. I must.