It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at Fluffingsworth Hall and in a spacious room with a horizontal bar in place, a young Espurr wearing a white leotard was practicing his ballet steps. His name was Timothy, but his friends called him Timmy and he didn’t mind.
Timmy adored ballet and would practice his routine day in and day out. He preferred to dance for social media because he was too nervous to do on-stage performances, he would even dance for his family, trainer and other Pokémon. This particular afternoon, however, would change everything.
Timmy: Ok, next up, the tendu.
Timmy then pointed out his toes while holding the barre.
Timmy: Next, my personal favourite, the plié.
He then bent his knees gently, holding the barre and spreading his left arm out.
Timmy: Right, now, the arabesque.
Timmy held the barre firmly, got on pointé and then lifted his left leg up and behind him, perfectly straight. Then, it happened, Timmy felt a sudden tingling in his crotch.
Timmy: Ooh, I need a wee-wee very badly!
And with that, he burst out of his practice room and hurried down the hallway towards the bathroom, holding his crotch.
Timmy: Ooh boy, I must hurry!
He ran as fast as he could, until the tingling became too much.
Timmy: Almost there. Ah-ah! No! Ah.
A soft tinkling can be heard as Timmy’s bladder couldn’t take the strain anymore, emptying itself and getting the floor and Timmy’s leotard all wet, just 2 feet away from the bathroom door!
Timmy was devastated.
Timmy: Oh no. *sniff* MOMMY!!!
As soon as they heard his voice, his mother, father and trainer came barrelling down the hallway to the rescue. There they found Timmy, crying his heart out and kneeling in the puddle of his own urine, with his leotard’s crotch area all wet and emitting a strong smell.
Timmy’s mother: Oh, my Timmy-poo! Are you alright?
Timmy’s trainer: We heard you screaming for us. Is everything okay?
Timmy: N-no. *sob* I-I had an oopsie and got my leotard and the floor all wet!
Timmy’s parents and trainer felt very sorry for him.
Timmy’s mother: Aww, there there, sweetheart. Accidents happen.
Timmy’s father: Your mother’s right, champ. We all had them occasionally when we were about your age.
Timmy started to feel a bit better.
While his father and trainer mopped up the mess, his mother decided to talk to him.
Timmy’s mother: We can move you in to a new room that’s closer to the bathroom, but the thing is that…
Timmy: The thing is what?
Timmy‘s mother: You would have to forfeit ballet in order to do so.
Timmy felt very downhearted about that.
Timmy: But, I love ballet! I don’t want to give it up.
Timmy’s mother sighed.
Timmy’s mother: Well, you can still practice if you want to, but there’s one condition.
Timmy: What condition is that?
Timmy’s mother: The condition is that you’ll have to wear nappies when you’re practicing to prevent any further accidents.
Timmy thought and thought, he knew that he loved ballet and would do anything to get better at it.
Timmy: I will wear nappies while I practice, I’ll even change myself if you, daddy and master are okay with me wearing them in the house even while I’m not practicing.
Timmy’s mother smiled and hugged him.
Timmy’s mother: Of course, sweetie. We won’t mind if you wear your nappies around the house when you’re not practicing.
Timmy was overjoyed.
Timmy: Oh, thank you, mommy! I promise that I won’t get my nappies too full.
The next day, Timmy’s parents and trainer brought him some packages of nappies for him to wear during his ballet practice, he was a bit nervous when he started practicing while wearing them, but they proved to be very beneficial and comfortable.
Timmy even started to feel comfortable with them and started to think that wearing them was fun. Even if he fell on his bottom after losing his balance, it would be a nice, soft landing.
He didn’t even mind the smell whenever he used his nappies.
His parents couldn’t be any more prouder of their adorable, twinkle-toed son. Especially his trainer!
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