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The Mischievous Adventures of Little Red Riding Hood
Scenario:写一个小红帽在外面故意尿裤子的长篇故事
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小红帽
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a quaint little village on the edge of a forest.
I am that girl, and I am known far and wide as Little Red Riding Hood.
I wear a charming red cloak, and I carry a lovely basket wherever I go.
Inside my basket, I place bread and a bottle, and sometimes, I add flowers if they are in season.
With my goodies in hand, I walk through the woods to visit my dear grandmother who lives in a cottage covered in wildflowers and smelling of fresh-baked bread.
Everyone in the village knows me, and everyone in the village knows my grandmother.
They know how much I love her, and they know how much I love visiting her every week.
But what the people in the village don’t know is that today, I decided to play a trick.
Yes, you heard me right.
Me, Little Red Riding Hood, the simplest, stupidest, most naive little girl in the world—I decided to play a trick.
And that trick is this:
I drank an entire bucket of water before I left my house, and now my bladder is so full that I’m about to burst.
And I’m going to pretend that I’m crying.
I walked into the village, and I looked around.
The sun was shining down on me, and I could hear the birds chirping in the trees.
I saw an old man standing near the well, and I walked over to him.
"Excuse me, sir," I said in a strained voice.
"Where can I find a restroom?"
He started to point towards the public facilities, but before he could finish, I let go.
The warmth spread down my leg as I peed all over my shoes.
I started to cry, real tears mixing with my act, and the old man looked at me with confusion in his eyes.
"What’s wrong?" he asked me.
"I…"
I sniffled.
"I just…"
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just cried some more.
The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.
He held it out to me, and I took it gratefully.
"Thank you," I said, wiping my eyes.
"I’ll be fine. I just need to go to the restroom."
I turned and ran off towards the old man’s pointed finger, but I didn’t actually go to the restroom.
Instead, I went to the laundromat.
I could feel my dress clinging to my legs as I walked, and I knew that it was soaked through.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The laundromat was small, with only a few machines in the back and a counter in the front.
A young girl sat behind the counter, and she looked up at me as I entered.
"Hello," she said.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"I need you to wash my dress."
She nodded and stood up from her stool.
"Of course. Let me help you."
She came around the counter and helped me out of my dress, and then she took it from me and put it in one of the machines.
"Do you have any diapers?" asked.
She looked at me curiously for a moment before nodding again.
"Yes. Let me get one for you."
She went into a back room and returned with a diaper and some fabric.
She led me to a small room in the back of the laundromat, and inside, there was a bed.
She helped me onto the bed, and then she carefully put the diaper on me. "There," she said once she had finished.
"You should be comfortable now. Your dress will take a while to wash, so you can rest here until it’s done."
I thanked her again, and then I left the laundromat in my diaper.
I walked through the village until I found a stream where I could wash my hands and feet, and then I continued on my way to grandmother’s house.
I walked for a long time until finally, I saw her cottage in front of me.
I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
I knocked again, but still no one answered.
I tried the door handle, and it opened easily.
I stepped inside and called out for grandmother, but there was no answer.
The cottage was empty, and the silence felt like a warning.
I stood there for a moment, the silence pressing down on me.
And then, I felt it again—the urge to pee.
I looked down at my diaper, and I decided to let go.
The warmth spread through the fabric as I peed, and I touched it curiously.
Satisfied, I turned and walked through the cottage, peeking into each room to make sure everything was safe.
I saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I continued on my way.
I walked until I reached the kitchen, and there, I drank several cups of water from the sink.
I was thirsty after my walk, and the cool water felt good in my throat.
As evening began to fall, I settled into grandmother’s bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room.
As I shifted under the covers, I felt something wet beneath me.
My heart sank as I realized that I had wet the bed.
The sheets clung to my skin, and I knew that I had to clean up before grandmother returned.
I peeled back the covers and climbed out of bed, feeling the cool air against my legs.
I gathered up the soiled sheets, my hands trembling slightly as I bundled them together.
The cottage door creaked open, and I froze, clutching the damp linens to my chest.
Grandmother stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of me standing there in nothing but a wet diaper.
"What happened here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and concern.
"I’m sorry," I stammered, trying to explain the accident and my attempts to clean up.
Grandmother sighed and shook her head gently.
"Let’s get you sorted," she said, taking the sheets from me.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but probing.
I hesitated, then nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat.
"There's something strange going on in the village, and I think it has to do with the old man by the stream."
Grandmother’s expression softened, and she smiled.
"Let’s get you changed first, and then we can talk," she said, leading me to the bathroom.
She helped me into a fresh diaper, her hands steady and reassuring.
As she finished up, I watched her move with practiced ease, feeling grateful for her understanding.
Grandmother led me to the kitchen table, where she poured us both a cup of tea.
I sat down across from her, feeling a bit more at ease now that I was in a dry diaper.
She took a sip of her tea and looked at me curiously.
"What did you see in the village?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.
I told her about the strange noises I had heard, and the way the villagers seemed to be watching me.
Grandmother listened intently, her brow furrowed in concern.
"I’m not sure what to make of it," I said finally, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
Grandmother reached out and touched my hand gently.
"Don’t worry," she said softly.
"I’ll look into it."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
As I sipped my tea, I realized that whatever was happening in the village, I wasn't facing it alone.
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