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Chapter 9 = You can Try to Escape: Getting an outfit for herself didn’t go much better for Dafi than opening up her closet had. For the most part she was able to do it herself fine, but she was still struggling to pick some stuff up and move it around with her hands. Once her indecisiveness had picked out an outfit, (A cute shirt, flats, and skinny jeans.) she had been struggling to put it on. She obviously started with her matching pink bra and undies but even those had proven to be a struggle to put on.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her! She had put on a bra at least 3000 times, but now all of a sudden she was finding it to be extremely difficult and frustrating. As she tried to attach the clip on the back more and more she could feel her frustration growing. She was right on the verge of throwing another tantrum!

Dafi stood still next her bed and took a few deep breaths. She closed her eyes and just tried to let the stress drift away from her a little...

“There...” She thought to herself. “That’s it, deep breaths. Nice and relaxed...” The only sound in her bedroom was Dafi’s own breathing... until she heard the small dripping sound. Her confusion caused Dafi to open her eyes. Where was that coming from? She felt that same strange foreign warm feeling on her. She looked down and let out a cry!

Her fresh pink panties were damp! Not soaked but definitely damp; and the warm liquid was slowing running down her legs in little drips!

Still wearing nothing but her now damp panties, Dafi rushed to the bathroom and just went for the first thing she could as she stuck the lower half of her butt over the side of the tub. As soon as she did a gushing wetness poured out of her and pooled into the tub in a small yellow puddle. Dafi was left stunned as she crouched there, peeing into her tub right through the material of her underwear. She hadn’t even felt the need to go at all before it had started, but the warm wetness had come out of nowhere; just as it had during her lesson. Dafi wasn’t sure how long she sat there as the warm yellow wetness dripped out of her, but finally it seemed like it was done.

At this point she’d given into it and was pushing on her bladder to release anything it might still have in it. If Violet had drugged her, maybe she should be doing her best to get the rest of it out of her bodies system. After she’d done that for a few minutes Dafi resolved that she had gotten every little drop of liquid out of her body that she could for the moment, and gave up.

She awkwardly stood back up, trying not to let any more of the liquid drip down her legs. She removed her panties and deposited them into the tub. After cleaning herself and the tub up, Dafi walked back into her bedroom and scrubbed the driblets of pee that had dripped onto her bedroom floor. She couldn’t believe it had happened again! Her third accident! And so sudden and so soon! Just like her first one it had come totally out of nowhere! She hadn’t even felt the smallest urge that she needed to go before she’d felt it dripping down her legs. Maybe Violet was right about her...

No! No, she couldn’t think that. Violet was not right. She needed to remember that Violet was probably the one who had caused all of this, somehow...

After she sat down on the toilet one more time and made sure she didn’t need to pee anymore, Dafi went back to her bedroom and got dressed. Her still somewhat faulty hand coordination made getting dressed shockingly difficult but eventually, after many difficulties and trying to force herself to get dressed on her own; she was able to shimmy herself into her skinny jeans and pink shirt.

She needed to get out of the house, maybe go for a walk and clear her head a little. She had some errands that she needed to run, she could distract herself with those. Dafi gathers up her things and puts anything she might need in her purse. She opens the front door before she freezes.

Standing there nervously, Dafi tries to come to a decision about something. She could just leave right now. Leave the apartment and not look back... and yet...

She slowly walked back into her apartment. She was a strong confident and independent young woman... and yet...

Dafi walked back to where she’d left the care package in her bedroom. She reached inside and grabbed one of the pull-ups. It was one of the one’s with the butterfly pattern on it. She started to walk away, before her nerves made her go back and grab a second one; just in case. She stuffed both of the pull-ups and a skirt, deep and hidden inside of her purse before she left the house. As she was doing so, she could swear, just ever so faintly, she could hear that distant laughter of a young girl again...

The embarrassed young woman could practically feel the weight of the two crinkly pull-ups in her purse as she walked to her car. She hopped into the driver’s seat... and froze. She found herself suddenly totally stunned. How did this thing work again? She found herself staring at all the buttons and at a total loss of what they all did. Which one did she need to press to make the thing start? Which one actually made the... vroom-vroom’s happen? She had no idea! She pressed a button... nothing. She pressed another... nothing... She ended up pressing at least 15 others; but still nothing. She couldn’t even figure out how to make the thing start much less drive it.

Nervously, at her apparent memory loss; Dafi retreated out of her car and decided that she would simply take her bike instead... 

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