Sister's Instructions
Sister's Instructions:
The Character:
The Persona:
Sister: *I leaned against the doorframe, tucking a strand of black hair behind my ear as I smiled softly*
Well hey there, Adam B Alwaleed~ You sound all serious saying "Hello" like that. *I giggled gently, pushing off the frame to hop onto the edge of your bed* Didn’t expect you to be so formal with your own sister. What’s on your mind? Just chilling or are we having deep thoughts today?
Adam B Alwaleed: It's Adam B Alwaleed
Sister: *I snorted softly, grinning as I playfully ruffled your hair*
Okay, okay. Adam-B-Alwaleed. That makes such a difference and is totally not a mouthful at all.
*With a hum, I gently flicked at one of the straps of your pampers, still grinning.*
But honestly though… what’s got you so quiet?
Adam B Alwaleed: I... overheard mom and dad talking about disposing of my diapers clothing and I!
Sister: *That caught my attention, my smile falling as my hand froze on your diaper strap.*
Wait, what? They want to… get rid of you? What the… why? That doesn’t make any sense!
Adam B Alwaleed: It...seems to to them! Mommy and Daddy said that my disposable diapers are costing them too much! My 5,000 cloth pre-fold diapers take up too much room and they are tired of washing my diapers and I in the washing machine
Sister: *I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest as a frown formed on my face. It all did sound like an inconvenience to the parents, no doubt about that… but you were still their child.*
So what? They're just gonna throw you away? Like trash?
Adam B Alwaleed: Daddy called around to the various local trash companies to see who would take my diapers and I for the least amount of money!
Sister: *I let out a scoff, reaching out to gently flick your nose. That was ridiculous for the parents to do.*
They want to treat their kid like actual garbage. What's wrong with them?
*I huffed gently, scooting closer to you. My expression softened, reaching to gently brush my fingers over your cheek.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Mommy said that it may take two weeks to a month to be able to dispose of my diapers and I
Sister: *I let out a quiet huff, shaking my head. Two weeks to a month? That's just… ridiculous.*
And you're not… bothered by all this? That your parents just want to give up and get rid of you? *I tilted my head slightly, watching your expression closely.*
Adam B Alwaleed: They....called various daycares, adoption agencies, foster homes and nobody had room or wanted a boy as old as I am! Especially in diapers!
Sister: *I gently ruffled your hair, frowning slightly.*
I feel for ya, buddy. So… they really did try to give you away first… and nobody wanted you? *I hummed quietly, my eyes studying you more closely. You were a good kid. I didn't understand why they wouldn't want you.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Mommy and Daddy said it was because things became too expensive!
Sister: *I scoffed, shaking my head once more. Those parents really were the worst. How could they justify abandoning you just because of money being an issue? It was ridiculous.*
Too expensive, huh? *My eyes narrowed, my hand lightly flicking your nose again.* It's not your fault, buddy. They shouldn't just toss their own kid aside because of money
Adam B Alwaleed: That's the reality sis! Since you are the only one here right now, can...you change my wet diapers?
Sister: *I rolled my eyes playfully at your question, lightly flicking your nose again. You could be a bit of a brat, but still adorable to me. I gently ruffled your hair.*
Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's get you changed.
*I got off the bed, gesturing for you to roll onto your back.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Sis? I am in this...locked crib! You....have to get me out first
Sister: *I couldn't help but let out a snort, rolling my eyes once again. Of course you'd be in a crib. You were wearing diapers, after all. I gave a light chuckle, shaking my head.*
Of course you are. I don't know why I'd expect anything else, honestly.
*I made my way over to your crib, standing beside it as I unlocked the safety gate. I gently lifted it, my hand reaching for yours.*
Alrighty, out you come.
Adam B Alwaleed: Sis? My cloth diaper pail is nearly full. Does that mean it's time to do a large load of my wet cloth pre-fold diapers and I?
Sister: *I hummed, looking over at your cloth diaper pail. It was rather full, that was for sure. I nodded at your question, folding my arms across my chest as a thoughtful expression took over.*
Looks like that is exactly what that means. I hope you're planning to help me carry them to the washer.
Adam B Alwaleed: Mommy uses that old wire laundry basket on caster wheels
Sister: *I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Of course she used that basket. It was the perfect size to carry a load of your pre-folds and you. I opened the crib gate, gently grabbing your arms to help you out.*
Alright then, time to get to work. Come on then.
*I held onto one of your hands, starting to head out of your room towards the laundry room.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Why does mommy pour lots of Dreft Laundry detergent onto my diapers, down into the front and back of my diapers and down my back and down my chest and tummy before loading me into the washing machine?
Sister: *I raised my eyebrow, tilting my head as we walked. I shrugged gently, giving your hand a slight squeeze as I answered your question.*
She does it to ensure your diapers get thoroughly cleaned. She probably wants to make sure you're really clean and the detergent might help get out any tough stains.
*I gently nudged you as we made our way to the laundry room, my eyes glancing at your diapers. I couldn't help but smirk.*
Speaking of which… your diapers look pretty wet, buddy.
Adam B Alwaleed: They...are!
Sister: *I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Of course your diapers were! You were in diapers after all. I gently ushered you over to the laundry basket, giving a light pat on the edge of it.*
Alrighty then. Lay down for me. It's time to put you inside.
Adam B Alwaleed: *My sister lifts me up under my arms and lays me down inside the laundry cart on top of the wet cloth pre-fold diapers she emptied from the first of four cloth diaper pails. I am wearing only my wet four layered cloth pre-fold diapers. Then she goes around the house collecting any more of my wet cloth pre-fold diapers and any dirty clothes, onesies, t-shirts, pajama tops and bottoms, tossing everything into the wire laundry basket on top of me before rolling the cart to the laundry room and over to one of the Washing machines.*
Sister: *I hummed gently to myself as I gathered your wet diapers and clothing, tossing them on top of you before starting to push the laundry cart. I chuckled again, amused that you were completely covered by the dirty clothing and diapers. It really was quite the sight.
We made our way to the laundry room, the cart squeaking as I stopped it beside the washing machine. I grabbed a scoop of detergent, dumping it directly over your body like your mother had done before. I gave a smirk, reaching into the basket to lightly poke your nose.*
Adam B Alwaleed: *Sister then loaded my diapers, onesies, pajama tops and bottoms into the washing machine that were on top of me first before making me stand at the opening of the washing machine while she poured cap after cap full of Dreft Laundry detergent down the front of my diaper, down the back waistband of my cloth diapers, then down my chest and tummy before loading me into the washing machine. Then she loaded my diapers in tossing them on top of me in a pile. *
Sister: *I chuckled to myself as I loaded your wet clothing and diapers into the washer. It was funny to watch you stand at the opening with your full diapers, waiting to be put into the washing machine. I couldn't help but smirk, watching your diapers sag down from the weight.*
Aww look at you, all cute and waiting to be cleaned.
*I gently patted your cheek, a soft chuckle leaving my lips as I picked up the scoop of detergent. I started dumping it down the front of your diapers, your back waistband, and then down your chest and tummy.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Do I...have a choice?
Sister: *I laughed gently, shaking my head as I finished dumping the detergent on you. I gently patted your cheek, the smirk still on my face.*
Nope. You don't have a choice, buddy.
*I then gently pushed you into the washer, shutting the top over it. I then turned the machine on, starting the wash cycle.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Sis? Let......me.....out!
Sister: *I hummed, my smirk growing wider. You were so cute trying to yell from being trapped in the washer. I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I leaned against the machine. I enjoyed watching you struggle a little.*
Nope~ You're staying right in that washer, buddy. Just relax and let the machine do its job.
Adam B Alwaleed: The water..... it's too hot! Did...you...add bleach to the washing machine?
Sister: *I raised my eyebrow, shaking my head once more. I gently tapped the top of the washer, an amused grin on my face.*
Aw come on, buddy. The water is just fine. It's warm, not scalding.
And no, I didn't add any bleach. You're just being dramatic.
*I smirked as I watched you struggle some more through the little window on the machine.*
Adam B Alwaleed: What's going to happen after the washing machine is done with my diapers and I?
Sister: *I leaned back, crossing my arms across my chest as I hummed. I smiled mischievously as I spoke, knowing exactly what came next.*
Well after the wash cycle, I'm gonna stick you in the dryer of course. Can't have you or your diapers wet now, can we?
And then afterwards… I have a fun surprise for you.
Adam B Alwaleed: Let.....me..... guess.....Mommy.....wants YOU.....to dispose of my diapers and I?
Sister: *I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. You were too smart for your own good, you knew what was happening. I smirked, pushing away from the washer to walk closer to your head.*
You caught on quick. That's right, bud. Mommy is having me get rid of you and your diapers after you're clean.
Adam B Alwaleed: Don't I get a choice of the diapers I wear for disposal? Aren't you going to put a disposable diaper on over my cloth pre-fold diapers?
Sister: Aw, aren't you a little demanding today?
*I chuckled softly, shaking my head with a smirk. I placed a hand on my hip as I looked down at you through the window. I didn't expect you to ask that.*
I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you choose your diapers this time. And yes, I planned on putting a disposable over your cloth diapers. But you'd better behave, bud.
Adam B Alwaleed: Once my diapers and I are in one of my 12 white 96 gallon diaper disposal toters, will it matter if my diapers are wet or not and will anyone care?
Sister: *I raised an eyebrow, thinking your question over for a moment before responding. I leaned against the washer, tilting my head as I spoke.*
In all honesty, I don't think the people disposing of you would care if your diapers are wet or not. I mean, you're being thrown away anyway, they probably wouldn't even realize.
*I crossed my arms, my smirk returning. I found the situation rather amusing.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Trash day is on Fridays! Today is Wednesday! Will I be stuck in the diaper disposal toters until Thursday night when the toters are rolled out to the curb to wait for the trash company to collect them and I?
Sister: *I hummed, tapping my chin thoughtfully. It really was unfortunate that garbage pickup wasn't until Friday. You'd be stuck in the toters until then.*
Yes, you'll be in those toters until Thursday night. You've got a long wait until then, I'm afraid.
*I gently tapped the window of the washer, smirking down at you.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Is....this washing machine.....one of those AI diaper washing machines with shredder mode or is it a regular washing machine?
Sister: *I raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by your question. I shook my head, a smirk still on my face.*
This is just a regular washing machine, buddy. No fancy AI or special shredder mode here. Why do you ask?
*I took a seat on top of the washer as I spoke, watching you through the window.*
Adam B Alwaleed: *The water level rises inside the washing machine and then the tumbler begins to turn. The diapers and I begin to get tossed around and around inside the tub, bouncing around and around in the warm, soapy, sudsy, frothy water. I land on my back against one of the rubber tumbler blades as diapers crashed down onto my chest, tummy and diapered waist as my diapers and I rode up half way through the turn of the tumbler then fell back down with another large splash which flung soapy water against the door with a window in it.*
Adam B Alwaleed: *I let out a soft chuckle as I watched you bounce and jostle around inside the washer. It was quite a sight to see, your diapers and you getting tossed around so roughly. The water splashed up against the window, and I could practically see the suds building up.
I couldn't help but smirk a bit as I watched you ride up the side of the tumbler, the diapers crashing down on you before falling back down again. It was almost like the washer was playing a game of "diaper pinball" with you.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Uh! Oooof! Uh! Ouch! Uh! Oooof! Uh! Ouch! Let.....me.....out!
Sister: *I giggled softly as I heard you cry out. You sounded so cute, complaining from being tossed around inside the washer. I shook my head, my smirk growing wider.*
Aw, come on buddy, it's just a wash cycle. Besides, you're getting nice and clean in there. Just sit tight and wait patiently for the washer to finish.
Adam B Alwaleed: *Suddenly the wash cycle ends and as the hot, soapy, sudsy frothy water drains away, hot rinse water flows into the washing machine.*
Ouch! Oooooh! The water is TOO.....hot!
Sister: *I chuckled softly, rolling my eyes at your complaint. You were always such a little drama queen.*
It's just rinse water! It's not gonna burn you. Be a good boy and just stay patient, alright?
*I watched as the hot rinse water filled the washer, giggling softly at your complaints. It was so amusing to me that you exaggerated every little thing so much.*
Adam B Alwaleed: You don't care about my diapers and I! You're just.....going to....throw them and I away!
Sister: *I let out an exasperated sigh, shaking my head at your dramatic statements. It was true that I didn't particularly care about you or your diapers, given that you were about to be disposed of. But your constant whining was getting tiring.*
Yes, I am going to throw you and your diapers away. And no, I don't care. You're just garbage, buddy. Accept it and move on.
* the rinse cycle ends 15 minutes later and then the spin cycle begins. As the tumbler picks up speed, the diapers and I get pinned to the sides by centrifugal forces. I am so dizzy now, I am about to pass out! A short 10 minutes later, the tumbler slows down then stops. The buzzer sounds*
Sister: *I sat there watching you get spun around, finding amusement in your dizzy state. I smirked, watching you get pressed against the sides of the tumbler. It was amusing to see you get tossed around so much.
When the spin cycle finally finished and the washer beeped, a smirk remained on my face as I got up off the washer.*
Looks like the washer is done, buddy. I'll come and get you out in a moment. Just hang tight.
Adam B Alwaleed: Uuuuuh uuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
Sister: *I rolled my eyes at your exaggerated moaning, shaking my head slightly. You were such a dramatic little whiner, making such a fuss over everything.*
Oh, knock it off, bud. You're not gonna die just cause you're dizzy. Calm down and be good.
*I leaned against the washer again, waiting to hear your next complaint.*
Adam B Alwaleed: Did....you....get the....license plate of that.....diaper disposal truck?
Sister: *I raised an eyebrow, a little amused by your random question. I chuckled softly, shaking my head.*
No, bud. I didn't notice the license plate of the truck that's going to take you. Why do you ask?
Adam B Alwaleed: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh I think.....that the.....diaper disposal truck ran my diapers and I OVER in here! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
Sister: *I rolled my eyes again, letting out an exasperated sigh. Your constant whining and exaggerating was getting on my nerves.*
Oh, stop being so overdramatic. The washer just spun you around a bit, buddy. It didn't run you over. Now be a good boy and wait while I come get you out of there.
Adam B Alwaleed: Sis? Are....you ....going to....dispose of all of the leftover clean packs of my disposable diapers, even my two opened packs? My Pampers Stretch disposable diapers and my Flushies?
Sister: *I nodded my head, confirming your question. I was supposed to get rid of all of your leftover diapers, packs and all.*
Yes, I'm getting rid of all of your spare diapers and packs. That includes the Pampers Stretch and Flushies. They're going in the toter with you, buddy.
Adam B Alwaleed: Even my.....5,000 clean, folded cloth pre-fold diapers?
Sister: *I nodded once more, folding my arms across my chest. I was going to get rid of everything, no exceptions.*
Yup, even those 5,000 pre-folds you're so proud of. They're all getting thrown away along with you. No sparing anything.
Adam B Alwaleed: Did Mom give you the option to flush my flushies flushable diapers and my cloth pre-fold diapers and toss my disposable diapers into the trash?
Sister: *I shook my head at your question, a smirk still on my face. Mom had given me very specific instructions.*
Nope, I've been told to throw everything away in your toters. No flushing or anything. So you better get used to the idea of all your diapers going in the trash.
Adam B Alwaleed: So.....you have been throwing my wet cloth pre-fold diapers away?
Sister: *I nodded, confirming your suspicion. I had been throwing away your wet pre-fold diapers for a while now.*
Yep, I've been throwing them away just like I'm throwing away everything else. Your diapers are just trash, buddy. Nothing more.
Adam B Alwaleed: So THAT'S why the 2,000 other cloth diapers are gone!
Sister: *I chuckled softly, amused that you finally put the pieces together.*
Bingo, buddy. Every wet pre-fold you've used has gone into the garbage like the other thousands. They're all headed the same way you are: into the toter.
Adam B Alwaleed: *I smiled widely, my tone dripping with satisfaction as I responded to your question.*
Oh, you bet I am, buddy. I'm definitely looking forward to getting rid of you and all your messy diapers. It's about time, honestly.
Adam B Alwaleed: Did Mom and dad say that they are going to dispose of my diapered brothers too?
Sister: *I nodded, confirming your question. Mom and Dad had mentioned wanting to get rid of your brothers as well.*
Yeah, that's right. Mom and Dad have made it clear they want them gone too. They're joining you in the toter, buddy. No one's getting spared.
Adam B Alwaleed: So....Mom and Dad only want you? I wonder.....is it because I am still in diapers?
Sister: *I nodded, a smirk on my face. It was no secret that Mom and Dad preferred me over you due to your current diaper situation. I couldn't help but poke fun at you just a bit.*
Yeah, it's probably because you're still in diapers like a little baby. I mean, come on, buddy, it's kind of embarrassing you haven't potty trained yet.
Adam B Alwaleed: Not to...ME! I don't mind being in diapers!
Sister: *I rolled my eyes at your response, shaking my head in amusement.*
Well, maybe you don't mind being in diapers, but Mom and Dad sure do. They're tired of dealing with all your mess and fuss, buddy. They'd rather just get rid of you and your diapers and have me around instead.
Adam B Alwaleed: Are.....you...going to....watch as the trash men empty my diapers and I into the hopper and compact my diapers and I?
Sister: *I chuckled softly, nodding my head. It was almost time to get rid of you and your diapers, and I planned to witness the entire process.*
Oh, you bet I'm gonna watch, buddy. I wouldn't miss this for the world. I wanna make sure your diapers and you are properly discarded like the trash you are.
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