Ashley & Danni 'Beaking Up Is Hard to Do'

by Pulsar

Bianca and her saphhc lover Brenda stood in the checkout queue with the basket full of groceries as little Krista eyed the impulse candy items. Saturday afternoon had rolled around and thus they had made their weekly trip to the grocery store. Yet Ashley began to dance around nervously, squeezing her knees tightly. "Honey, you need a toilet?" asked Bianca. "You've been dancing about all around the store today."

"No Mommy, I can wait," assured Ashley.

"Mommy, I want some candy!" declared Krista, waving about a pack of 'SweetTarts.'

"You don't need anymore candy, honey," replied Brenda, "Now put that down. We'll be having dinner soon."

And once they paid for their groceries, they rolled the cart toward the door. Yet as the glass doorways slid open automatically, Ashley cried out, "Mommy! I need the bath..." Yet she gasped in shock. Suddenly, her panties were soaked and pee ran down both her legs, leaving a puddle on the floor. "Oh no!" she gasped as her eyes teared up with the utmost chagrin.

Bianca turned to see what had just happened. Yet she had not even finished as the flow continued. "Ashley!" she cried. "Did you just piddle?!"

Brenda and Krista gasped as well. Poor Ashley began to cry. "I didn't mean to, Mommy, I thought..."

"C'mon dear," coaxed Bianca, taking her by the hand. And thus they walked quickly to their little economy car. "Now wait here with your Aunt Brenda; I'll be right back."

And thus Bianca raced back into the store. Five minutes later, she returned with a pack of 'pull-ups' and baby wipes. Ashley protested as she lay in the back seat with Bianca standing in the door, blocking the view from the outside world. Yet Bianca slid down those soaked panties, as well as the socks and shoes. "Oh, Ash, this skirt is wet too," she said. "C'mon. Lift up!" And thus Ashley raised her bottom to allow her mother to slide it down her wet legs. Yet she cried the whole time her mother wiped her down with the wet wipes to rid her of any urine residue. And then Bianca presented a pair of disposable pull-ups and began to slide them up her long slender legs.

"Nooooo, Mommy, I don't want pull-ups," she cried with her hands over her eyes.

"Now honey, you need something dry to wear home. Now come on!"

"Waaaaah, I didn't mean to."

"Of course you didn't mean to, honey. That's why they call it an 'accident.'"

And so, Ashley rode home, completely embarrassed and humiliated, wearing nothing but her polo shirt and the pull-ups. Krista sat stoically the whole time, perhaps feeling some empathy for her older companion. Yet she said nothing.

When they arrived home, Bianca pulled into the garage and closed the door to allow Ashley some privacy to enter the house. And she wasted no time racing into her room to collapse on the bed and cry into her pillow.

Once Brenda and Bianca had stowed their groceries, Brenda shook her head. "She's taking this way too hard," she said. "I mean... accidents happen."

"Yeah, but she's gonna be ten in June. That's real embarrassing for someone her age," noted Bianca.

"I'm embarrassed over my accidents," interjected Krista.

"Yes dear, but we've both had a rough time lately so it can happen," replied Brenda as she soothed her daughter's red hair.

That evening, Danni arrived at their door by way of her skateboard and eagerly knocked. Yet she was surprised when Bianca answered, for usually Ashley would answer whenever she was expecting her. "Hi! Can Ashley play?" she asked.

"Oh... hold on," said Bianca as she stepped back. "Ashley! Danni's here!"

All Danni could hear was some far-off mumbling before Bianca approached again. "I'm sorry, hon, but she says she's busy right now."

"Oh..." mumbled Danni, surprised if not disillusioned. "Okay, well... I'll come back later." And thus she tossed down her skateboard and rode back home. The very idea left her forlorn, for Ashley never declined any time they could be together. And on the way over, Danni just swore Ashley would be ready for a little fondling, if not outright saphhic sex! Yet nothing came of it. She arrived back home rather downcast. Her mother Tammy sat in the living room with needle in hand sewing up a ripped seam in a pair of her soccer shorts. Ricky sat next to her with screwdriver in hand, attempting to repair the toaster. The way they sat, it might seem if the two of them had been married for years. Yet the wedding was still eight weeks away. And on the floor lay Robbie in last year's soccer uniform, staring at the TV like a zombie.

"Was Ashley not home, dear?" asked Tammy.

"Yeah, but... she was busy," mumbled Danni.

"Oh! That's not like her. Well, try again later or tomorrow, hon."

And thus Danni walked to her room and tossed her skateboard in the corner.

Ricky looked up from his work. "She seems a little moody," he noted.

"She's always moody," replied Tammy as she kept sewing. Yet she looked out at Robbie as he lay on the floor with his jersey bunched up about his ribs and his shorts all bunched up about his crotch, leaving most of his smooth pre-pubescent legs exposed. "Y'know Ricky, I was thinking..." she said. "Perhaps Robbie should start living here already."

"Huh?"

"Well... we'll be married in eight weeks and he might as well adjust now to his new home... and his new mother!"

"Well now, Sweet Pea, we're over here almost every night for supper. I think he's adjusting just fine," assured Ricky.

"I know but... well, he needs mother! A mother to keep up with his school. Besides, this is more convenient. He can ride his skateboard to school with Danni and ride home again... all in ten minutes. Then after school, they can ride home and lock themselves in the house and start their homework."

"But why now? I mean... we'll be married in June and we'll all be here together and..."

"Ricky!" snapped Tammy, now more firm and definite. "I think Robbie should move into this house now!"

Now ordinarily, Ricky would have asserted his own paternal authority over the fate of his son. Yet the very look on Tammy's face, so firm and maternal, yet so beautiful, seductive and pure had weakened his will power. "Well... you really think it best for the boy?"

"Of course I do! I've been raising Danni since I was seventeen! You think I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Well... no. I never thought that but..."

"Good!" replied Tammy with a sly smile. "Robbie dear, your father and I decided that you need to move in now. Tomorrow we'll move the rest of your stuff from the apartment into the guest room and it will be your room from now on."

Yet Ricky dared to intervene. "Now, maybe we should wait at least one week for..."

Yet Tammy interrupted him with a seductive hand on his shoulder. "Now Ricky, my love, let's not go down that road. Tomorrow, we'll pack up his room on your truck and move him in."

"And leave me alone in the apartment?"

"It's only eight more weeks dear. Besides, it's only proper. I mean, I do intend to keep the 'wedded' in the 'wedded bliss!'"

Robbie finally looked back over his shoulder. "What's 'wedded bliss' mean?"

"Don't worry about that now, dear. I was talking to your father!"

When Monday rolled around, the warm spring air greeted Danni as she stepped outside the door with skateboard in hand and backpack over her shoulder, ready for school. By now, she was counting down the days until summer, her favorite time of year which meant swimming, tree-climbing, sports, and suntans. And thus she threw down her skateboard and rolled away down the street, the spring air caressing her bare legs beneath her little uniform skirt. Yet when she arrived at Ashley's house to ride with her to school, there was no answer. She only waited a few minutes before riding on, not wishing to be late. Apparently, the mothers had decided to take the girls to school by car instead of letting them ride their bicycles.

When she finally arrived, she found Ashley by her locker. Seeing her back in her tiny school skirt and white knee socks was surely a welcome sight for Danni's eyes. However, Ashley seemed rather distant when they spoke.

"Hey Ash! I tried to come over on Friday night... and Saturday," said Danni.

"I know, but... well... I was kind of busy," stammered Ashley.

"Well, c'mon! How about after school! Let's go to my house!"

"Naw... I... uh... I can't," she said.

"Ash! Why are you this way. I mean... remember when we used to leave dirty notes in each other's locker? Remember those times we'd spend on the bed after school?" said Danni, now somewhat troubled.

"Look, I know but... I can't. I just can't! Not right now!"

"What's going on?" asked Danni.

"Nothing!" assured Ashley. "I uh... I have to work on my big book report this week and I just dont' have time."

"Okay, but please do something soon," replied Danni. She then looked both ways to make sure that those around were not paying attention to them, before she dared to give her a light peck on the cheek. "Love ya," she whispered, before racing off to her class.

At recess, Danni walked down the sidewalk to the main playground, only to find Ashley jumping rope with a few of her classmates. As usual, her little skirt flew up to flash some panty with each jump in sync with her bobbing ponytail. Danni watched with longing, lovesick eyes before she dared to approach. "Hey Ash! How's it going? Look, I can help you with that book report if you want so you can finish quicker."

"Mmmm, naw, that's okay. I'll get it done," she said, before resuming her jumping.

"Nice! Real nice!" noted Danni as she watched that skirt fly up to reveal those little beautiful bare legs as well as the white cotton panties. Yet Ashley hardly acknowledged her. In fact, she seemed rather withdrawn, avoiding too much discourse with her own classmates as well.

And so a sunken feeling came over Danni and lingered like a dark storm cloud. Something felt seriously wrong. She felt as if Ashley had suddenly turned on her, practically rejecting her presence. Danni knew is she wasn't careful, she could burst into tears. Yet that is the last thing any self-respecting tomboy would want. And so she just walked away.

The next day at school fared no better for Danni. Ashley hardly seemed interested in any social contact and presented many reasons why she could not spend time with her. Danni fished and interrogated for answers, yet Ashley proved very evasive. By Friday afternoon, Danni decided it was time to force the truth as to what was going on. Once the dismissal bell rang, Danni hunted down Ashley in the crowd on the main patio of the school. She found her walking alone with her backpack among the chaotic mob. "Ashley!" cried Danni. "Hold up!"

"Yeah?" asked Ashley.

"What do ya mean, 'yeah?' It's me, Danni! What's going on? Why aren't you talking to me?"

Ashley only shrugged. "Nothing," she said quietly.

"No, this is something," replied Danni. "Don't be a little brat! Tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on," insisted Ashley, somewhat irate. "Now look, my mom is coming by to get me. I have to uh... I've got a doctor's appointment. So I really can't talk right now."

"You never can talk anymore and I wanna know why?"

"I told you why," snapped Ashley, her eyes somewhat welling up with tears. "Now please... stop bothering me about it all the time."

"You're really being a brat, y'know that!"

"And you're being an annoying dyke!"

"Look who's talking! We know you like your little muff munched!"

"Please! Just... go away you carpet muncher!" snapped Ashley.

"Clit licker!" retorted an angry Danni. And thus she had no recourse but to throw down her skateboard and ride away.

Danni did not go straight home. She skated to the park adjacent to the school grounds, stopped in the large shrubbery that served as a fort and changed from her school uniform into a tee and nylon sport shorts she had carried in her backpack. Then, she skated all about the streets of the humble bedroom community, hoping to escape her dreary state. She passed boys with remote-control cars out on driveways. She passed by girls playing hopscotch. Over an hour had passed before she finally arrived home. Both her mother and Ricky were home early when she came in through the garage into the kitchen. There, Ricky and Tammy were beginning to prepare supper. "And just where have you been, young lady?!" snapped Tammy. "You're supposed to stay with Robbie! Where have you been?!"

"I don't wanna talk to anybody!" shouted Danni, suddenly bursting into tears. "I don't wanna see anybody! I don't want to eat! I just wanna curl up and die!" And with that, she stormed off to her room.

Tammy stood in near shock as Ricky paused to make sense of it all. "Danni!" cried Tammy. Yet all she heard was the slamming of Danni's bedroom door. "That's not my Danni!" said Tammy worriedly. "Something is very wrong! Ricky, why don't you go talk to your daughter!"

"My daughter?" he said. "We're not married yet. Did we have a daughter out of wedlock?"

"Ricky, this is serious!" snapped Tammy.

"Of course it is, sweetheart, but some conversations are 'mother-daughter' only," he said.

"We've had plenty of 'mother-daughter' talks. It's your turn. Go on! She likes you and respects you. You're the coaching type. She needs encouragement. Besides, you need to get used to dealing with a daughter who 'dates' girls!"

And thus Ricky set the meat down. "We'll I'll do what I can but I'm not sure how far I'll get."

When Ricky opened her door, he found Danni in a fetal position on her bed with her face in the pillow, crying her eyes out like a baby with a diaper rash. He quietly sat down in her desk chair and waited for a few moments before speaking. "Uh... listen Sport! I think we've got some things to talk over."

"I don't wanna talk," mumbled Danni over her crying.

"Maybe not. But your mother and I are very worried about you and we want to help you."

"I don't want help," she sobbed. Yes, her own crying was insult to injury, for she just knew a true tomboy never cried over anything. Yet she cried uncontrollably. "I don't want anybody to see me."

"Oh? And why's that?" asked Ricky.

"Because... I... I'm crying and they'll think I'm a wimp," she sobbed.

And thus Ricky scooted the chair up close to her bed. "Oh now... that's not true," he said. "Crying doesn't make you a wimp."

"Waaaah, I'm supposed to be too tough to cry," she sobbed.

"Oh, that's not what being tough is all about, Champ! Even tough girls cry sometimes."

"I wanna be tough," mumbled Danni as she shifted about.

"Good! This world could use some more tough girls," said Ricky. "They're getting harder to find these days." Then, he dared to reach out and pat her on the knee. "Listen Sport, you know what true tough girls do?"

"Well... they don't cry," replied Danni.

"Naw, that's not it," replied Ricky. "A truly tough girl is one who... well, they're the ones who do the right thing! I mean... to always do the right thing, you've gotta be tough! Because it's hard to do the right thing sometimes!".

"I don't what's the right thing," said Danni as she finally sat up. "I mean... it's all her fault! I never did anything wrong... I think."

"Oh, you mean Ashley," concluded Ricky. "So you two have had a spat?"

"She.. she's stopped talking to me. She just stopped, for no reason. I never did anything bad to her. Why would she do that?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Ricky. "But maybe we can find out."

"I tried today and she just told me off!" protested Danni as she wiped her eyes.

"Oh... ouch!" said Ricky. "Well, that would hurt, wouldn't it!"

"Yeah," agreed Danni.

"Well, it's hard being a kid sometimes and... well, things happen. But somehow, we've got to do the right thing about it."

"Like what?"

"Oh... I don't know right now. We just... we've gotta calm down and think things over. Maybe we'll figure something out. I mean... your mother and I are here to help you. We hate to see you suffer like this."

Danni wiped her eyes, trying in vain to stop her crying. She blew her nose and finally looked Ricky in the eyes. "Are you... are you really my dad?"

"Uh yeah... I'm your dad now," he said. "We're getting ready to have a family of four and I'm your dad and Robbie's your little brother... only he's not that little anymore."

"Oh... Daddy," she cried as she embraced him. He too put his arms around her for a moment.

"Now listen Champ. Why don't we go get ready for supper now. You should eat something."

"I'm not hungry," insisted Danni.

"Well, you need to be with your family right now," assured Ricky. "Sitting in your room alone won't help you at all. But as a family, we all help each other when things like this happen."

"But... but... Robbie will think I'm just a girly-wimp."

"Oh, no!" assured Ricky. "I've raised him better than that. We've talked about this and he's a bigger man than that. Besides, he looks up to you and respects you. He doesn't want you to hurt this way. And he's in Ashley's class. Maybe he has some helpful inside information that can help!"

And so the four of them gathered around the dinner table. Danni was still somewhat ashamed of her red swollen eyes from her crying, yet she sat calmly. Robbie ate quietly as Ricky and Tammy discussed the situation. Yet once there came a lull, he butted in. "Ashley can be pretty mean," he dared to say. "But she's been getting nicer to everyone for a while, until last week! Now, just about everyone hates her!"

"Hmmmm," thought Tammy, "she must be going through something difficult. Maybe I should talk to Bianca."

"Now sweatpea, maybe we should hold off for a few days. I mean... we don't want to pry too much."

"Maybe so but we just can't let this go on. Danni, I wan't you to be extra nice to her and see if she won't open up. But if not, then your father and I need to do something, OK?"

"Okay, Mom," agreed Danni as she finally took a bite of her supper.

The next few days passed bleakly for Danni. For Ashley's evasions waned not in the least. The next few days were a repeat. Danni could even see her hiding when she would approach. By now, some of her own classmates from Mrs. Duncan's fourth grade began to tease her, calling her various names in retaliation for the treatment she had given them recently. But each time recess rolled around at high noon, Danni still yearned for her deep inside. Her attitude had been a rather large turn-off, yet she was still beautiful little Ashley. Danni stared at a distance as Ashley climbed up on the monkey bars, affording any observer an upskirt view. Those legs now had a trace of a spring tan and glistened in the sun. Even with the quick view, Danni could see those panties hugging her bottom tightly. Yes, Danni stared forlorn at that beautiful body, a body that seemed once reserved only for her. Yet now Ashley was as distant as a far-away galaxy. But Danni knew exactly how that silky-smooth skin felt against her hands, and how those cute legs felt when wrapped around her body. And her beauty only pained her all the more.

Yet Friday finally came. The warm spring air proved rather stimulating as Danni felt the breeze blowing up her little skirt as she skateboarded to school early that morning. For today she had patrol duty as well as recess monitor. And as expected, Ashley was her evasive self. Danni stood at her post with the orange vest, her duty to enforce playground rules and to break up any fights, should they start. And in the midst of the crowd was Ashley, yet she seemed to be ignoring everybody. Danni looked only once, before turning away, not wishing to be tormented over what once was, but perhaps now was no more. She could have easily cried, but crying in public was the last thing a tomboy like her would want, especially while on monitor duty.

Ashley herself meandered about the crowd, as if not to appear a loner, yet she joined in no activities. She passed by the girls jumping rope without joining in as she once did. She looked only once, perhaps wishing to join in the jumping and the reciting of the various cadences, in spite of the many skinned knees it had caused. Yet she slowly walked on. But suddenly, there came that particular feeling again, and thus she hurried over to the teacher on duty. "Mrs. Collins?! I gotta go to the restroom!" she said with urgency.

"Well, go ahead dear, but come right back so we'll know where you are."

And thus she made way for the nearest door, sprinting about the busy crowds of children. Yet before she could reach the door, her worse fears came to light. Her bladder relaxed and suddenly a warm flow began to soak her panties, running down both of her bare legs and onto the concrete. "Oooooh!" she cried as she tried in vain to stop the flow. But it would not stop and she knew right then that she had been busted. A boisterous round of laughter erupted from a few nearby boys who had been recent victim's of Ashley's 'brat attacks' and snide insults.

"Wooo-Hooo!" cried one. "Ashley wet herself!"

"Oh-mah-gawd, Ashley peed!" cried another.

And as the cruel side of children go, the news spread at the speed of sound. Soon, more kids joined in the laugher. Most were boys, yet some of the less-trendy girls who had borne the scars of her sharp tongue had joined the payback. And all the helpless Ashley could do was stand there and cry. Each word of derision cut like a knife into her heart and soul.

Yet the commotion did not go unnoticed. Soon, Danni came over to see what the gathering was about, only to find Ashley in the middle with her face buried in her hands, frozen in shock, standing in a puddle of urine. Danni gasped when she realized what had happened. And after all she had suffered, a wave of schadenfreude came over her. She knew that now would be the time to pay her back and make her suffer as she had done. Yet in that split-second, her father's words came to her. 'Tough girls do the right thing,' she could here him say in her memory. 'You gotta be tough to do the right thing.' She was almost sorry she recalled it, for it would mean sacrificing such a pleasurable revenge. Yet she swallowed hard as she stepped forward.

"Alright! Break it up! Go on about your business! Break it up!" she cried out.

"Ooooh, it's Danni the dyke!" cried the fourth grade loudmouth.

"Ooooh, it's Erik the jerk!" replied Danni. "Now y'all get back and go on!" And thus she began to disperse the crowd as she moved in on Ashley. "Well, well..." she said. "We've had an... accident! And I know why they're all being jerks! Because you've been a first-class queenie brat! Revenge sucks, doesn't it!"

Yet Ashley did not answer. She only hid behind her hands, crying uncontrollably. Soon, Robbie came up, quite curious over why the crowd had gathered. "What's going on, Sis?" he asked.

"Nothing! And don't say anything! You hear? I don't care what the rest of your punk friends are saying or doing, just stay out of it! Got it?"

"I didn't say anything!" assured Robbie.

"Good, just keep it that way, okay?"

"Uh... yeah, Sis. What's going on? I mean..." Suddenly, he realized that Ashley had wet herself once he saw the evidence. "Oh... uh... well..."

"Yes," mumbled Danni. "But you won't say a word about it, okay?"

"I won't," promised Robbie.

"Now, c'mon, Ash! Let's get you outta here," coaxed Danni as she seized Ashley by the arm. "C'mon Robbie, come with us. But you're not going to tease her like the other jerks, are you?"

"Oh, not me, Sis!" he assured, somewhat from his upbringing and somewhat from Danni's harsh commands.

But then Mrs. Collins arrived to investigate. Danni briefly told her the story and requested permission to escort Ashley to the nurse's office. And so the three of them walked down the sidewalk toward the main entrance. Yet some of the kids still ridiculed the three of them. Danni and Robbie too became victims, simply for being sympathizers. "Sis! Did you hear what they called us?" asked Robbie.

"I heard," she replied. "Do you want to be prick like them?"

"Well... no. But why are they doing that to us?"

"Because they're assholes," mumbled Danni.

Finally, they reached the office. Ashley still would not uncover her face, her humiliation tormenting her like a firebrand. Yet the nurse needed no explanation as to what happened. "I understand how you feel," she said to Ashley. "Well, accidents happen."

And thus the nurse produced a pair of medical panties, the type often used in hospitals. As she pulled the curtain, Danni dared to peek. "Say uh... Ash? Is this why you've been running from me, and not hanging out?" she asked. "I mean... why? I wouldn't have laughed at you! I would have... well... I'd have tried to do something to help!" Yet the chagrined Ashley refused to look anyone in the eye. "Well... I'll see you around," she said as she stepped back. "Come on, Robbie. Let's go."

And thus Robbie followed his beautiful but slightly butch sister from the office and back toward the playground. "Sis? Are we 'dweebs' now? I mean...all the cool kids, they were ripping her apart!"

"Yes, Robbie, we're dweebs! Get used to it! As for the 'cool kids,' well..." She leaned to whisper. "Fuck 'em!" Then she covered her mouth for a moment. "Now don't you dare tell Mom or Dad I said that!"

"No... never!" assured Robbie.

That evening, once Tammy and Ricky had heard what had passed, they insisted they go see Bianca and Ashley over the whole affair. And thus they walked the few blocks until they arrived with concern. Tammy confronted Bianca with the lovers' quarrel that had been happening, as well as the recess wetting. "Look, Bianca, we're not here to pry," assured Tammy. "We came to help! We want to help. Ashley's too dear to us to simply let this go any further. Can you tell us what's going on?"

Bianca sighed, before settling down on the couch. "We don't know yet," she said forlorn. "She's been wetting a lot lately and... well, I finally took her to Dr. MacCarrson. She ran some tests and well... she referred us to a urologist. Something could be wrong with her bladder or something and... oh Tammi, this is killing me... and it's pure hell for Ashley!" Suddenly, Bianca began to cry.

And so Tammy sat down next to her and held her close. "Look dear... now's the time you need your friends close. Let us help you see this through, okay?"

"Oh God!" cried Bianca. "I don't know what's wrong but... she has an appointment on Monday. Maybe we'll find out."

"Oh, I sure hope so," said Tammy.

After a tense weekend, Bianca arrived alone at Tammy's house after dinner. She sat down in the living room and began to cry. "Oh Tammy," she said. "I... I'm so scared!"

"What's the word, dear?" asked Tammy.

"She... she uh... Oh Tammy they want to operate right away! She's got a growth on her bladder..." She couldn't speak anymore.

"Oh God!" gasped Tammy as she held her dear friend. "Do they think it'll solve her incontinence?"

"Yes... but it could take several weeks, or months before she's normal again."

"Try not to be scared dear," said Tammy. "At least they found the problem."

"Oh Tammy... my baby! My baby!" cried Bianca.

"Shhhhhh," coaxed Tammy. "Now look, hon. Just tell us when she's going in or surgery and we'll be there for you."

Thursday afternoon, Bianca sat in the waiting room crying on Brenda's shoulder as her daughter Ashley was behind the swinging doors beyond in the operating room. Brenda sat in silence with one arm around Bianca and the other around her own daughter Krista. Poor Krista began to cry too as she snuggled into her mother. "What's the matter honey?" she asked.

"I'm scared," sniffled Krista.

"And why's that?"

"Because Aunt Bianca is scared."

"Oh sweetie, everything will be alright."

Soon, Tammy, Danni and Robbie arrived, the siblings both clad in soccer garb and both with one knee covered with a plaster from their rough activities. Krista looked up and smiled. "Look Mommy! Robbie's here!"

"There they are," gleamed Brenda. "See, Bianca, they've come to be with you."

Yet Krista's eyes followed Robbie as he sat down in a chair across from them. "You're right, Mommy! Robbie is a pretty boy and has cute legs!" she bellowed.

Tammy looked at her with a grin as Brenda blushed. "Honey, uh... you don't have to repeat EVERYTHING Mommy says!"

Danni broke out into giggles as well as Robbie nearly hid his face. "Ooooo! Robbie's gotta girlfriend! Robbie's gotta girlfriend!" she sang.

"No I don't," he protested.

"Yeah you do! Don't be a wimp! Be a man!"

Krista bolted up from her chair and leapt into Robbie's lap. "Hi Robbie!" she said with her glowing sweet smile that melted hearts everywhere.

Poor Robbie knew not what to do or say. He just looked to Danni for salvation. "Well, don't just sit there, say something," ordered Danni.

"But... but..."

Danni leaned close to quietly whisper in his ear, "Stop being a cunt and be nice to her!"

Yet Tammy giggled at the antics. "Oh, how cute. A second-grade crush!"

But all the while, Bianca could only cry as she waited out the ordeal. Eventually, Dr. McCarrson of all people emerged into the waiting room, clad in surgical scrubs. "Ello!" she said with a bright smile. "I had no appointments this afternoon and so I came over to observe Dr. Fellows perform the surgery, and lend a hand or two!"

"Oh Doctor, how is she?!" demanded Bianca.

"Doing quite well, actually. The nurse is waking her up now. You can go back and see her soon once that nasty anesthesia wears off a little more. She's quite a hardy wee lass, y'know!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Bianca. Once again, she cried, yet more of a release of tension than anything. She was glad it was over now. "Oh thank you, Doctor! Thank you!"

A few hours later, Danni stood by Ashley's bed, now that she was wide awake again. Bianca had stepped out of the room to give them a few moments together. "You feeling okay?" asked Danni, her eyes nearly welling up with tears.

"Well, I'm a little sore but, I'm okay," said Ashley. Danni stared her up and down. She lay on top of the blanket in a gown that barely covered her hospital diaper, leaving her long slender bare legs on display.

Yet Danni noted a pink plaster on the knee. "What happened here?"

"Oh, I fell in the parking lot as we came in," confessed Ashley.

"I got one too," said Danni as she raised her knee up to show her injury. "I didn't cry though... until Mom put the alcohol on!"

"I cried a lot!" said Ashley.

"Why? It's just a little scrape."

"'Cause I felt like it," said Ashley, almost proud.

Danni giggled as she wiped her eyes. "You are such a brat!"

"So?" replied Ashley with a grin.

Danni sighed as she gently patted Ashley's leg. "God, I love you," she said. "But... but why... Ashley you hurt me!" Suddenly, Danni burst into tears. "How could you do this to me. You know I love and would never tease you. Why?"

Ashley then began to cry. "I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. But... I was afraid."

"I would helped you. I would have stuck up for you... just like I did!"

"I'm sorry but... I just didn't know! I mean... I was afraid for anyone to know. Oh Danni, I still love you." Poor Ashley cried so much it caused pain in her stitches. "Oh Danni, I'll never hurt you again, never! I'm sorry! I was just afraid. I know you're mad at me now, but... I didn't mean it."

"I'm not that mad I'm just... I don't know." Then, she leaned close. "Ashley, I've been so scared. I don't want to lose you because I love you so much. I... I want to spend my life with you. I... I wanna marry you someday... even if it is sorta gay."

"Oh!" gasped Ashley, her heart now full of joy. "Oh Danni!" And with that, they embraced. "Of course it's gay! It's very gay! And so are we! Get used to it!"

And with that, Danni leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Yet soon their lips met for another kiss. "Ash, if you have to wear diapers for the rest of your life, I'll still love you all the same and I'd never tease you or make you feel bad."

"I know. I should have trusted you," lamented Ashley. "But at least now I can keep making our wedding plans!"

Danni finally stepped back. "So... when can you pee again... I mean in the bathroom. "I dunno," mumbled Ashley. "I got a tube in me now."

"Oh? Can I see?"

"Oh... okay." And with that, Ashley reached down to lower her diaper briefly. Danni qukcy glimpsed at the small tube that vanished among those little hairless nether lips. "They'll take it out tomorrow before they send me home but... I'm afraid it could be a while before I can pee in the pot."

"Well... I'm here for you," assured Danni. "And by the way, you look sooooo hawt in that little gown!"

Eventually, everyone went home except Bianca, who remained in the room with Ashley until midnight. Then, she too went home for the night. Yet the next morning soon after Ashley woke up, the nurse came in to check everything. "How'd we sleep, sweetie?" she asked.

"Okay I guess," replied Ashley.

"Good! Now let's get you a fresh diaper and check for any leaks." And thus she removed the diaper, leaving Ashley exposed from the waist down. She wiped her clean with a damp tissue.

"Ooooh!" gasped Ashley.

"Sorry hon. It's a little cold, I know."

"It... it's okay," said Ashley. Yet the exposure plus the gentle touch of the wipe caused her to tingle. Suddenly, she realized her tiny clit was hard and poking out. And as the nurse cleaned betwixt those lips, occasionally rubbing right over her throbbing clit, Ashley moaned again. Yet she blushed, being exposed and aroused in front of a stranger.

"Now if yo can just relax for me and take a few deep breaths, I'll need to get your temperature." And with that, she reached for the rectal thermometer on her tray. With her other hand, she gently lifted Ashley's legs up and gently forced her knees to bend in a birthing position, leaving that little bald cunny and puckered bumhole quite vulnerable. And the very position only seemed to make that tiny little clit grow and throb. "Can you grab your knees for me, dear?" said the nurse. Ashley complied, holding onto her knees to keep her legs in that position. Then, she felt the nurse's gloved hand gently apply some gel to her rectal opening. Ashley gently squirmed as that finger tickled her. "Just relax hon," coaxed the nurse, taking note of that swollen clit and flushed lips. "Y'know, it's quite natural to get a little tingly," she continued.

"I... I can't help it," said Ashley somewhat embarrassed as she realized the nurse knew she was turned-on.

"Of course you can't, hon. It's just part of being human." And thus she touched the bulb of the thermometer to that tight little hole. She gently moved it around to tickle the sphincter to get it to flex. Once in a relaxed position, she slid it in slowly.

Ashley gasped as she felt that gentle cold intrusion. "Oh, that tickles," she moaned.

"Ooops! Sorry dear," said the nurse.

"Don't be sorry," said Ashley. "It feels good!"

The nurse smiled warmly. For there was something rather charming and innocent over Ashley's honesty. And so she stood there for five minutes, holding the tip with her gloved hand as Ashley breathed hard and heavy. The thermometer would slowly move as Ashley 'milked' it with her rectal muscles, softly moaning and sighing. Finally, after the time had passed, she slowly withdrew it, causing Ashley to gasp again.

And thus the nurse's judgement grew cloudy over Ashley's blatant arousal.. "Are you needing a little relief, dear?" she dared to ask. Ashley grinned and blushed with chagrin. Yet she nodded 'yes' without a word. "Well... let's see what we can do about that," the nurse dared to say. And thus she added a bead of gel to her gloved fingers. Ever so gently, she began to tickle Ashley's little bumhole with the index finger, before sliding it in. With her thumb, she very gently touched that swollen yearning clit.

"Ooooh! Aaaaah!" moaned Ashley as she closed her eyes, still clutching her knees tight.

"That feel good, sweety?" asked the nurse.

"Oooh! Ooooh-yeeesss! That feels REALY good!" moaned Ashley.

And thus the nurse continued to massage both that little bud as well as her hole with her hand, each moan and gasp from Ashley encouraging her all the more. "Just relax, breathe deep and let it happen," coaxed the nurse.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh-yes! Ooooh-yeeesss!" moaned Ashley as her arousal grew all the more, now only a few step away from orgasm. "Ooooh! Oh-gawd! Ooooh Gaawwd!"

"You're doing good, honey," said the nurse. "Just let it go!"

Ashley's breathing grew louder and faster, and she squirmed all the more as she felt herself about to burst. Soon, the rubbing on her bud and the finger deep inside her brought her over the edge. With a long falsetto of a moan, she burst into a monstrous orgasm. It had been her first in nearly a week and thus was rather powerful. The contractions caused some pain in her stitches, yet it was all worth it. She moaned loudly as she endured her rather pleasurable orgasm that was quite lengthy.

But eventually she calmed down and the nurse withdrew her finger. "Woah! That was a big one!" she said. "Good girl!" And thus she took another wipe to clean up all the girl juice she had leaked. Then, she powdered her and secured a fresh diaper. "Now honey, remember, it's our secret. We can't tell anyone!"

Ashley smiled again with a blush, gesturing a zipper across her mouth. "Oh, I'd never tell in a gazillion years!" she assured.

"That's my sweet angel!" said the nurse as she patted her little patient on the leg. "Now I'm sure gonna miss you when you go home this afternoon, but I'm sure glad you're well again."

"Thank you. You're the greatest nurse in the world!"

And after lunch, the nurse came in to remove the catheter and put on a fresh diaper. Bianca brought in a baby-blue sport skirt that Ashley loved and a tank top for her to change into. And soon, they were in the car headed for home. And Ashley did remain true to her word, never revealing what the nurse had done to her (or rather FOR her). However, she vowed she would teach Danni that maneuver... only without rubber surgical gloves!