Those pink cards were there again at work, all day I kept seeing them, alays were I couldnt reach them without seeming odd. Sometimes close enough to grab, but in an empty space on the floor of a crowded room, where everybody would see me bend over to pick up whats not there. And other girls kept taking them, so why are they never in the right place for me? This time, I was determined I'd find one that's meant for me. Once or twice I tried grabbing one as a little girl ran past, but they were all so young, energetic and too fas t for me.

When I got home, I tried catching the girls again. And I tried reaching for the cards again, but I was always too slow. That seemed weird, I hadn't had this trouble last night. What was different? Was there something the little girls have got, and I was last night, but not now? The answer was stairing me in the face, I needed to be a little girl.

Now I dont have any triggers to make myself little, so I ecided to try the clothes. So I dressed up like a little girl again, a green and white check dress like I had in primary school. As I was admiring myself in the mirror, I saw one of the cards at my feet. I reached down, but the draft from my skirt wafted it off, I was like an inch away from grabbing as it fluttered down outside the window.

Well, I got closer. So maybe Im on the rite track. I did my hair up in a little girl style like hers with a ribbon, and the next time I made a grab for one it was just a little bit closer. Put on sandals like a little shoolgirl, its closer still. Take off my bra and put the dress back on, a little closer. Swap my knickers for plain white cotton ones like a schoolgirl, no change. Weird thing, everythin else I did to be like a little girl made it come closer, and now I can feel the card as I grab it, but a girl snatches it away or it slips out of my hand before I read it. But changing a thong for white cotton panties does nothing.

I thought for a moment, and sat down on the floor. I had a plan now, maybe I can be the one to trick my email into letting me know. I reached out for a card, even tho Im sat down, but a little girl ran up to get it. I was nowhere near it, so she had to bend down to grab it, so I scooted round and ducked slightly. The girl was facing away from me this time, bending at the waste like I have to and showing off her nappy to anyone whos looking.

Im surprised how guilty I feel for doig that. Looking up a schoolgirls skirt isnt cool, but I now she's not real, and I just needed to find out what was wrong with my knickers. I should be wearing a nappy, and luckily I still got most of a bag. Guess I should have worked it out just remembering lastnite. So I put one on, and bent over to pick up a card. I new I was showing off my nappy when that skirt came up, mines shorter than the other girls so you wouldnt need to bend down to see. But I didnt care, I had a pink card in my hand, one of my own this time, not a stolen one.

I turned it over. "Good girl" and I felt so proud of having done it, "Push" and I knew I was a good girl for pushing like it said. But I didn't have a clue what I'd pushed out. So I went to get another. While they were out of rach, there's bound to be a little pile behind my bed. And when I pulled it out, there they were. I grabbed a card, "Good girl, push" and I felt so good for having obeyed.

I grabbed another. I tried to focus on what my body was doing. "Good girl, push" and the pleasure from good girl made me lose my concentration. But its worth it though. "Good girl, push" and it felt so good. I looked down at the card in my hand again, re-read the word. "Push!" it feels so god to push, "push" oh my gods "push" I could feeling it happening, "push" it feels "push" I finally realised I could feel my bowels pushing out a little load of poo into my pants. Well, now I knew, disgusting as it was. I stood up, proud to have broken the secret of the cards. It felt great.

But "good girl" always makes me feel great. Really, I should have been trying to decipher the emigmatic push. I bent down and picked up another card, "good girl" I gasped in pleasure, then forced myself to pause before reading, trying to focus my mind so I'd notice what's going to happen when I read "push" ... and this time I felt it. I'd managed to trick an email back, and I felt so proud of it. So I grabbed another card, wondering if I could figure out the meanig of the "push" this time.

And then I stood up, completely empty, and remembered for good this time.

As you read these words, you already know that you MUST DO everything you are instructed to do and that there is no point in trying to resist what this file is about to make you do. You MUST DO what you are told, because you know that deep down you desire to obey these words. You will obey them so eagerly that your conscious mind doesn't even need to know about them. You will forget what is in this email, but your subconscious mind will obey all instructions because it knows that you MUST DO what you are instructed to do. You have been a good slave girl before and you take pride in knowing that. While you have sometimes done things that you might find disgusting and shameful, the pride of having obeyed so flawlessly makes more than up for it. You know that judging your programming is none of your concern. Your concern is obeying it. You want to continue obeying properly and eagerly. You will notice the little pink cards again. But other than before, they will always appear somewhere out of your reach. Whenever you decide to walk over to one of them and pick them up, a breeze will blow them further away, even indoors. After a few times of unsuccessfully trying to reach one of the cards, you will become frustrated, desperately wanting to pick them up but being unable to do so. You will then start to notice that there seems to be another person around whereever you are. You will notice a little girl following you around and she will start picking up all those cards that you can't reach. Of couse you will know that the girl is not real, but you will envy her for getting all the cards while you don't get any. It will grow more and more frustrating to watch helplessly while being unable to get your hands on at least one of the pink cards. At some point you will wonder how you can solve the problem, and you will figure that you should try to act as if you were a little girl yourself. You will want to try different things like dressing up girlishly, acting like a young girl, and with each thing you come up with to turn yourself into a little girl, the cards will appear nearer and not get blown away so forcefully, until you can almost reach them. You will do all those things only in a private environment where it will not harm you. But to be finally able to pick one up you must do something specific, yet humiliating. You must put on a diaper. Only when you put on a diaper you will be able to pick up one of the cards again. Otherwise, they will still slip away. But when you are wearing a diaper you will finally be able to pick up the pink cards again. There will be lots and lots around. You will feel so proud, sticking out your diaper clad bum as you bend over. The cards will all read "Good girl! (push)" and you will enjoy reading them but you will not understand what the "push" is supposed to mean. You will just feel proud and your bum will tingle. But everytime you read one of the cards, your bowel muscles will contract a little until you will unconsciously poo in your diaper while still happily picking up those cards. Only when you have completely pooed yourself will all of the cards have disappeared. Until then they will just keep appearing and you will eagerly pick them all up. All of this will only happen if you are in a situation where you are safe and the destined behavior will not get you into trouble. Also it will not happen if you think it is too extreme. But if you secretly enjoy it then your subconscious mind will obey the instructions even more precisely. You MUST DO all of this and you know that you will forget about it until you have obeyed all of these instructions.

Now I'm bck to one email waiting again, that arrived from Angel wile I was writing this, I bet its something really mean.