The funny thing is that I’ve had a lot of dreams where I accidentally took the shark with me to random events. It’d be me, wearing my professional disguise (my adult clothes), carrying the shark in my hands. It doesn’t make much sense why I would feel embarrassed about this scenario and dream about it time and time again. Dreams are weird like that, right?

He can’t go with me into the big scary world; he needs to stay in my bed to ward off the scary scaaaries.

xD I probably should feel embarrassed about a lot of other things… Getting my diaper exposed in public, wearing childish outfits, accidentally wetting myself… There’s so many seemingly more straightforward things than taking a plushie outdoors.

Hm you asked me about ‘spicy’ stories. I once accidentally wet my bed and and half of it got on the shark. We took a shower together, and then he went into the washing machine, along with my bedsheets hihi. That was a lot of work and really annoying, but you have to look back at these things and smile.