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boobo13cambridge · 1 year

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Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé

Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens

February 1, 2023

Aamira Majid

“This is the final boarding call for Aamira Majid booked on flight AF323 to Paris. Please proceed to gate 4 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes' time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Aamira Majid. Thank you.”

Shit. She was going to miss her flight. Aamira knew she shouldn't have packed her bags the night before she had to leave for Paris. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really have a choice as a high-profile case had been assigned to her team a few weeks prior causing numerous sleepless nights and coffee runs. To add insult to injury, the trial was held two days before her departure to Paris.

If her mother and father were here, she wouldn't have been in such a predicament. Sorrow pierced her heart as she thought about her deceased parents. The young woman swallowed the lump forming in her throat as her eyes moistened. It had been two years since her parents passed away in a car crash but the pain of their loss was still fresh. Aamira wished she had a time-turner so she could apologize one last time, hug them tight one last time, and kiss them tenderly one last time. A single tear slid down her cheek as she ran to gate 4.

Aamira saw the lady at the counter looking impatiently around for her. The gate was empty as everyone had already boarded the flight.

“I’m here! Don’t close the gate, please!”, Aamira wheezed as she reached the counter. The woman was dressed in the classic Air France uniform with a black blazer emblazoned with the logo and matching trousers. She had a badge around her neck with her name written on it, Aurélie Picard.

“You are very late, mademoiselle. We were just about to close the gate,” said Aurélie sternly. “Your boarding pass and passport, s’il-vous-plaît.”

Handing the disgruntled agent her ticket and passport, Aamira profusely apologized while trying to catch her breath. She could feel the frustration and exhaustion of the past week slowly creeping up on her as she felt her watering. Life hadn’t been very kind to the aspiring law student.

Aurélie inspected Aamira’s documents before handing them back. “Please hurry, mademoiselle. You have less than a minute to board the flight.”

Aamira grabbed her bags and sprinted towards the gate. She could see the aeroplane’s door closing and the flight attendants looking at her with a mix of annoyance and pity. She was so close. Just a few more steps and she’d make it.

As Aamira approached the gate, she could see the flight attendants standing at the door, waiting for her. They watched her run towards them with a mixture of annoyance and pity. She knew she was cutting it close, but she had to make this flight. She had a job to do, and she couldn't afford to miss it.

One of the flight attendants, a young woman with a warm smile, reached out to Aamira as she got closer. "You made it just in time," she said, taking Aamira's boarding pass and passport. "Let me show you to your seat."

Aamira followed the flight attendant down the aisle, feeling the eyes of the other passengers on her. She could hear the murmurs and whispers as she walked by, wondering why she had been so late.

As she settled into her seat, Aamira couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had made it on the flight, and she could finally relax. But the memories of her parents lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of regret for not spending more time with them before they died. She wished she had told them how much she loved them, and how grateful she was for their guidance and support.

As the plane took off and rose higher into the sky, Aamira felt a sense of detachment from the world around her. She was going to Paris to work on a case that didn't really matter to her. It was just another job, another way to distract herself from the pain of her loss. But deep down, she knew that nothing could ever fill the void left by her parents' absence.

Aamira closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She knew that the road ahead was going to be long and challenging, but she was determined to keep going. For her parents, for herself, and for the future that lay ahead.

Just then, the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, announcing their imminent arrival. “Mesdames et Messieurs, ici votre capitaine qui vous parle. Nous allons atterrir sous peu à l'aéroport Charles de Gaulle. Veuillez attacher vos ceintures de sécurité et vous assurer que vos plateaux de repas sont rangés et que vos sièges sont en position verticale. Nous vous remercions d'avoir voyagé avec nous et espérons que vous apprécierez votre séjour à Paris."

(Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing shortly at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and make sure your tray tables are stowed and your seatbacks are in the upright position. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope you enjoy your stay in Paris.)

Aamira's heart raced with anticipation as the plane taxied to the gate. She couldn't wait to immerse herself in the culture, try the food, and explore the city. She took a deep breath, letting go of all her worries, mentally reciting the goals she had set for herself.

Finish your thesis.

Get your master’s degree.

Find a better job.

Build your life.

Stop wallowing in grief.

As soon as the plane came to a stop, she grabbed her carry-on bag and made her way towards customs. The lines at customs were long, but Aamira tried to stay patient. She had heard horror stories of people getting stuck in customs for hours, but luckily, she made it through in a reasonable amount of time.

Aamira handed over her passport and documents to the customs officer, a young man with a charming smile. The young customs officer had a confident and self-assured demeanour, with piercing hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle in the bright lights of the customs hall. His chiselled jawline was framed by a well-groomed beard, giving him a rugged, yet refined appearance. He had a lean and muscular physique, which was accentuated by his perfectly tailored uniform. With a flick of his wrist, he glanced over her visa and work permit, and then he looked up at her with a flirty expression. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, his lips curving into a smirk as if he knew the effect he was having on her.

"Bonjour mademoiselle, vous êtes ici pour étudier et travailler à Paris?" he asked in a friendly tone, his voice low and smooth. (Good morning miss, are you here to study and work in Paris?)

"Oui," replied Aamira, feeling her cheeks flush as she tried to maintain eye contact with the handsome officer. "J'ai un visa étudiant et un permis de travail."

(I have a student visa and a work permit.)

"Très bien, everything is in order," he said, nodding as he stamped her passport. "Where are you studying?"

“At Panthéon-Assas," Aamira replied, trying to sound confident despite her flustered state.

"Impressive, you must be very intelligent," he said with a flirtatious smile. Handing back your passport, he grins, "Bienvenue à Paris, mademoiselle."

"Merci beaucoup," Aamira replied, returning his smile as she gathered her documents and hurriedly made her way towards the exit, her heart still racing from the encounter.

Aamira was relieved to see the carousel already spinning as she made her way to the baggage claim area. She looked around, trying to spot her luggage among the sea of suitcases, bags, and boxes. After a few anxious moments, she finally saw her two black suitcases come into view, and she quickly grabbed them, feeling a sense of relief that her belongings had arrived safely.

With her luggage in tow, Aamira made her way towards the airport's exit. She was eager to start her new life in Paris, but also a bit apprehensive about what lay ahead. She hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of her apartment in the 5th arrondissement, near the Panthéon-Assas University where she would be studying. She hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of her apartment. The driver, an older man with a thick French accent.

Settling down into the back seat of the taxi, she gazed out the window, taking in the bustling streets of Paris. The driver, whose name was Henri, started up a conversation.

"So, where are you from?" Henri asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I’m from Canada, monsieur," Aamira replied, grateful for the chance to practice her French.

"Ah, call me Henri, mademoiselle. Now, Canada you say? I’ve always wanted to visit. What’s it like over there?" Henri inquired.

Aamira smiled. "It’s very nice, we have a lot of greenery and everyone there is really nice."

Henri nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I believe Canadians are very nice. But you know, us Parisians have our own charm!" he said with a laugh.

Aamira laughed along with him, feeling her anxiety begin to dissipate. Henri continued to point out landmarks and share interesting tidbits about Paris as they made their way through the city.

"Voilà, we’re here!" Henri announced as they pulled up to Aamira's apartment building.

"Merci beaucoup, Henri," Aamira said, reaching for her wallet.

"De rien, mademoiselle. Good luck with your studies!" Henri replied with a smile, before driving off into the busy Parisian streets.

Aamira watched the taxi disappear around the corner before turning to face her new home in Paris. She felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead but the twinge of sadness at the thought of her parents would never leave her. God, her heart ached every time their memories fluttered around her mind leaving behind a hole that would never be filled.

Finish your thesis.

Get your master’s degree.

Find a better job.

Build your life.

Stop wallowing in grief.

The mantra playing in her head, she took a step towards her new home for the next two years. Aamira saw a figure up ahead. Approaching closer, she recognized the kind elderly landlady she had corresponded with over email. She was dressed in a colourful floral blouse and a long, flowing skirt that swayed gently in the breeze. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and her eyes sparkled with a twinkle of kindness and warmth. As Aamira approached her, she noticed the gentle lines on the woman's face, a testament to a life well lived. She exuded a sense of maternal care that made Aamira feel instantly at ease.

"Bonjour, miss," the landlady greeted her warmly. "I'm Madame Dubois, the owner of the apartment. Bienvenue à Paris!" She offered the basket to Aamira. "I brought some fresh bread and cheese for you."

Aamira was touched by the gesture. "Thank you very much, Madame Dubois," she replied gratefully, taking the basket. "That's very kind of you."

"You're welcome, ma chère. I hope you feel at home here," Madame Dubois said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Aamira felt a sense of comfort in the woman's presence. She was reminded of her own grandmother, who was equally kind and loving. It made her feel less alone in this new city.

"Thank you, Madame Dubois. I'm sure I'll love it here," Aamira said with a smile.

Madame Dubois returned the smile, revealing a set of kind eyes that crinkled at the corners. "I hope so, my dear," she said, before gesturing for Aamira to follow her inside. "Come on, let me give you a little tour."

The apartment wasn't anything fancy, but it was cosy and clean. The walls of the apartment were painted in soft shades of beige, creating a calming atmosphere. The hardwood floors were polished to a high shine, reflecting the warm glow of the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. The living area was furnished with a comfortable couch and a small coffee table, perfect for relaxing after a long day of exploring the city. The kitchenette was compact but efficient, with a small refrigerator, a stove, and a microwave. Aamira noticed that there were some basic utensils and cookware in the cabinets, which she was glad to see. The bedroom, while small, was tastefully decorated with a cosy comforter and fluffy pillows. Overall, while it wasn't the most luxurious space, Aamira felt that it was perfect for her needs, and she was excited to make it her own.

"Ahh, c'est parfait," Aamira said, taking in the simplicity of the space. "It's exactly what I was hoping for."

"I'm glad to hear that," Madame Dubois replied with a chuckle. "I always worry that my apartments won't be good enough for my tenants."

"Oh no, it's perfect," Aamira said with a smile. "And the location is great too. I can't wait to explore the neighbourhood."

"Yes, it's a lovely area," Madame Dubois agreed. "There are many cafes and shops nearby. And don't forget to visit the park down the street. It's beautiful in the spring."

"I will definitely check it out," Aamira said, feeling grateful for the kind landlady's advice.

"And if you need anything, ma puce, just let me know. You have my phone number," Madame Dubois said, patting Aamira's hand reassuringly. Aamira felt a sense of comfort knowing that Madame Dubois was nearby. “Allez, je te laisse. Repose-toi.”

Aamira thanked the woman again before escorting her to the door, feeling grateful and fortunate to have such a kind landlady. Locking the door, she faceplanted on the soft and inviting couch, its warm embrace enveloping her as she closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh. She took in the quietness of the apartment, the only sound being her own breathing, and she savoured the moment of solitude.

The past month had been long and eventful, she allowed herself a moment of respite, letting the fatigue melt away as she sank deeper into the cushions. As she lay there, the weight of her parents' absence pressed down on her, and a wave of sadness washed over her, the pain still lingered like a persistent ache. Aamira let out a deep sigh, trying to push away the melancholy thoughts and focus on the new chapter of her life in Paris.

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Kylian Mbappé

Rage. Anger. Frustration. Pain.

Kylian's heart pounded relentlessly in his chest, matching the pulsating ache in his injured thigh as he limped off the pitch. His mind was racing with a barrage of thoughts, each one more harrowing than the last. The weight of disappointment and self-doubt bore down on him like a suffocating blanket, crushing his spirit and leaving him feeling utterly powerless. Kylian feels like he’s about to lose control, already envisioning the headlines and the tweets on social media describing his disaster match today.

“Kylian Mbappe misses two penalties, an open goal, is the PSG star still suffering from World Cup?”

“Shameless fraud should’ve let Messi take them”

“He probably faked his injury cuz he was embarrassed about missing two pens. What an overrated loser!”

As Kylian trudged through the tunnel, the muffled sounds of the stadium echoed around him, a constant reminder of the thousands of disappointed fans and the scathing comments that would soon flood social media. The once-familiar sounds of the cheering crowds now felt like a mocking chorus of disapproval, adding to the weight of his already heavy heart.

“Arrogant piece of shit, he needs to leave PSG”

“Haaland is miles ahead of that egotistical bastard”

The silence was only a façade, for underneath it all, the muffled sound of the stadium buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. The distant roars of the crowd, the clashing of feet and the hum of the speakers blended together to create a disorienting cacophony of sound.

“Overrated fraud in a farmers league!”

“Someone needs to get rid of Mpaypal.”

Kylian couldn't help but feel as if he was walking through a nightmare, a hellish landscape of his own making. The thudding of his footsteps echoed like a drumbeat, a march towards his inevitable downfall as his mind plummeted into an endless downward spiral of self-hatred. The weight of his disappointment seemed to grow with each passing moment, crushing him under the weight of his own failure.

Despite the noise that surrounded him, Kylian felt a crushing sense of loneliness. The only company he had was his own thoughts, and they were rapidly becoming a harsh and unforgiving critic of his own performance. He knew that he couldn't avoid the inevitable, but the thought of facing public humiliation was almost too much to bear.

"I can't believe PSG paid that much for Mbappe. He's a complete flop."

"What a pathetic performance by Mbappe. He's clearly not worth the hype."

Gulping down the rising panic, Kylian makes his way to the locker room as his mind clouds with dark thoughts. God, he was so tired of everything. Sitting down on the examination table, his heart’s pounding as Dr Duprès, the team’s physician, starts to examine his injury. The room feels suffocating, and he struggles to calm down as he feels his breathing getting heavier.

“Arrogant piece of shit, he needs to leave PSG”

“Haaland is miles ahead of that egotistical bastard”

He can feel the tension building in his muscles as Duprès continues to press and prod at his injured hamstring. His head feels heavy, the locker room starts to blur as his eyes start watering. Everything feels far away and too close at the same time.

“Kylian, are you okay?”, says the physician looking worriedly at the footballer who seems to have gone two shades paler. But, all he can think about is how insignificant he feels and for fuck’s sake, why does his chest feel so tight?

“Kylian, I need you to breathe for me, okay? ”

Kylian struggled to take a deep breath, feeling a tightness in his chest that made it difficult to draw in air. His heart pounded erratically, like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. The physician's words were distant, barely registering in his mind as he tried to focus on calming his racing thoughts.

But the more he tried to control his breathing, the more his body seemed to rebel against him. His lungs felt like they were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and every breath was a struggle.

"What a pathetic fucking performance by Mbappe. He's clearly not worth the hype."

“Fuck Mpaypal, he ruined the club.”

As the panic rose within him, Kylian's thoughts became a deadly cyclone, shredding and destroying him until he felt like he was going to die. Doubts and insecurities flooded his mind, eroding his confidence and leaving him feeling helpless and alone. He couldn't understand why he was here, in this moment, struggling to breathe and feeling like a failure. Maybe he wasn't meant to be a footballer? Maybe he wasn't good enough?

But just as he was about to succumb to his fears, the physician's voice broke through his racing thoughts like a beacon of hope. "Kylian!" The urgency in the physician's voice was a jolt to his system, bringing him back to the present. "Kylian! Please. Focus on my voice. You're going to be okay, just keep breathing."

Duprès’ words were a lifeline, pulling Kylian back from the brink of despair. He focused on the sound of the physician's voice, willing himself to calm down and control his breathing. Dr Duprès’ hands were a calming presence on his shoulders. As the minutes ticked by, Kylian slowly began to regain control of his breathing. The tightness in his chest began to ease, and his heart rate began to slow down. The doctor continued to monitor him, checking his pulse and blood pressure to ensure that he was stable.

Kylian felt drained and weak like all the energy had been drained from his body. His body had reached its limits as exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed onto the examination table, His vision blurred, and the sounds around him became muffled as he slipped into unconsciousness.

When he finally came to, he found himself in his hotel room, with his mother hovering anxiously near his bed. The room was quiet and dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Kylian's head throbbed with pain, and his body ached from the physical and emotional strain of the day.

He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he slumped back onto the bed. His mother rushed to his side, her eyes filled with worry and concern. "Oh, Kylian, thank God you're awake," she said, her voice laced with relief.

Kylian could see the anxiety etched on his mother's face, and it pained him to know that his struggles had affected her so deeply. "I'm sorry, maman," he whispered, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. "I don't know what happened."

His mother shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't be sorry, my son. You don't have anything to apologize for. You just need to rest now. Everything else can wait."

Kylian nodded weakly, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Did PSG win?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian's father, Wilfrid, walked into the room, followed by his younger brother, Ethan. Wilfrid's expression was stern and serious, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked at his son. "PSG won, Kylian," he said, his voice steady and calm. "But that's not what's important right now. What's important is that you get better. You need to take care of yourself, and we'll take care of everything else."

Kylian felt a sense of gratitude wash over him, knowing that his family was there for him, no matter what. He could feel his body relaxing, finally able to let go of the tension and anxiety that had been building up inside him. His brother Ethan came over to the bed and squeezed his hand, offering him a reassuring smile.

"You scared us there, frérot," Ethan said, his voice filled with concern. "But you're going to be okay. We're all here for you."

Kylian managed a weak smile in return, grateful for the support of his younger brother. Kylian's mother leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Just rest now, mon amour," she murmured softly. "We'll be here when you wake up." As she pulled away, Kylian closed his eyes and let himself drift off into a peaceful slumber, comforted by the love and support of his family.

As the young prodigy drifted off to sleep, his family gathered around his bed, their faces etched with concern. His father, Wilfrid, paced back and forth across the room, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"We should have never extended with PSG," he said, his voice thick with frustration. "Look at the state of our son. This isn't healthy for him, He's barely holding it together"

Fayza's eyes filled with tears, and she placed a hand on her husband's arm. "Don't say that, Wilfrid," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "We had no way of knowing this would happen. And Kylian loves playing for PSG."

"But at what cost?" Wilfrid countered, his frustration mounting. "We've seen the toll this lifestyle has taken on him. The promises they made about getting him a player to support him as a number 9 were all broken. Maybe it's time to reconsider our priorities."

Fayza nodded, her expression grave. "I know," she said softly. "But we need to be careful. Kylian's happiness is important, but so is his career. We don't want to make any rash decisions."

Ethan, always the optimist, spoke up, his voice filled with determination. "We just need to support him, no matter what," he said, his eyes locked on Kylian's sleeping form. "He's going to get through this. We'll make sure of it."

The family fell into a sombre silence, each lost in their own thoughts and worries. The weight of their son's struggles hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate them all. As they watched him sleep, they couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him, and for their family.

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A/N: Hey, lovelies! I accidentally uploaded this first chapter without adding Kylian's entire pov in this lmao. I just wanted to add that this story is quite heavy and it comes from a personal space in the sense that it reflects some of my emotions. My stories are like an extension of myself, I convey my thoughts and feelings through these characters. It's a first for me, so I would appreciate constructive criticism. Anyways, as usual, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts, feelings and opinions 💞

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sissybabycucksophia · 2 years

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🥵🥵The Holiday Part 1🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

It had been 4 weeks since I willingly submitted myself to feminisation, diaper bondage and willingly gave up 24 hours of my life and dignity because another sissy told me too. That day after, cumming, pissing and shitting into the pink Disney princess diapers I had laid there in that state crying with embarrassment and contemplating what came next. Eventually I freed myself, hid everything back in the box and released myself from the chastity cage and naturally masturbated several times to the thought of the predicament i just put myself in.

Eventually though I returned to normal life on the Monday and tried to pretend it never happened… until that Tuesday when my phone lit up with a message from Daddy or Sissy Natalie. Nervously I opened the message to see… “Hey there my little baby Jade! So you should know I’ve edited the 24 hour footage of your thrilling weekend and frankly i felt it was far to good to only be seen by me…. So now i’ve posted it on my tumblr and claimed you as my sissy baby cuck!!!” Scrabbling to find the video i found it and again began to cry and become hard as i watched my pathetic self bondage and self feminisation.

I tried to beg daddy to take it down but he simply found my pathetic pleas funny and cute. However for 4 weeks i endured Message after message from mommy doms and daddy doms trying to steal me from Daddy Natalie. I hadn’t intended on being sissy Natalie’s sub let alone a big black alpha dom who only wanted a sissy diaper baby so he could get Bj’s whenever he pleased without resistance!. Eventually after 4 weeks and after countless discussions with Daddy about how i craved demoralisation, helplessness, complete lack of freedom and complete control over my regression I received a message that would change everything.

“Ok my little baby princess, heres how its gonna go. Your going to take 2 weeks off work, buy a plane ticket on the most budget, uncomfortable, poor service, smallest plane you can from Scotland to America, ill send you cloths to wear on the plane, you’ll be prohibited from using the aeroplane toilet and you’ll have to be diapered. You’ll book a room in the dingy motel round the corner from my house then we’ll spend your two week vacation making you the biggest sissy diaper baby faggot cuck ever! This is non negotiable!😈 I’ll send you the package with everything you must wear on the plane, once you have the package I expect you on a flight within days of its arrival…… Im going to have so much fun with you Princess!😈”

So with that I waited patiently and after a week a package arrived just as Daddy said it would. Opening the box in my room, I sat on the floor opening the flaps of the box and as i saw the supplies within a wave of pure fear and embarrassment crossed over me. Reaching into the box i began to take stock of the outfit daddy had constructed for me to wear on the flight, first i was surprised to find lots of long hair extensions which matched my natural hair colour, another large pack of Disney princess disposable diapers, locking plastic diaper cover panties, a box of pink heart shaped padlocks, 3 pink baby bottles, a Pink foam breast form filled bra, a pink puffy sleeved and knee length playsuit with matching pink mittens with locking rings on the mittens and playsuit, an oversized Maxi length pink puffer jacket a pair of bright pink ugg boots, a pacifier attached too a thick sparkly pink strap and finally a note…

“Ok Jade, your clock starts now! Firstly book a ticket on the first flight out of Scotland! Once booked send me proof!. Next you will go to a woman’s salon and tell them you want them to secure as much of these extensions as possible and style them in the most girly way possible! Next shave every inch of your body again! Bring only a small case with a maximum of 3 days worth of male cloths, you won’t be needing them! Now for the travel, i’ve worked it out, your flight will be 8 hours as such you will wear 4 diapers, the locking plastic panties, the foam breast form bra, the playsuit, the Ugg boots and the jacket too the airport and through security! Once on the plane you WILL find the nearest large black man and you will ask him to help you! You’ll take out the heart shaped padlocks and as him to padlock your mittens on your wrists, put a padlock through the locking rings of your play suit and for him to keep the keys to these all flight! You WILL tell him you a pathetic sissy baby who needs an adults supervision and ask him to speak for you, you’ll tell him i want you watching nothing but princess shows and movies on your seat-back entertainment and you’ll ask him to secure your paci gag and lock it on too. I’ve written a feeding schedule on the back of the note which you will ask him to subject you too. For 8 hours i want you drinking a bottle of water every 30 minutes, i have packed 8 packets of Happy Baby baby food which you’ll ask the black man to take out your paci and feed you every hour! You’ll also make it clear to him at the beginning of the flight if he wants to feed you his cum mixed in any of the food or drink he can but your a sexless cuck who is not allowed sexual pleasure or release of any kind, tell him he’s allowed to spank you, cuddle you, humiliate you and control you however! You will not attempt to remove your playsuit or diapers for any reason! You will piss, shit and squirt cummies in those diapers!. Should a flight attendant or security challenge your diapered state i have enclosed a forged doctors note stating you have serious bowel and bladder issues and this flight is you travelling to a specialist to rectify the problem! NEVER REMOVE THOSE DIAPERS! Or I promise you missy! You wont like daddy’s reaction, now princess hop too it, ps daddy loves you xxx”

Reading the note aloud my eyes began to water as fear and embarrassment rushed through my mind, what was i to do! On one hand I wanted to cry and felt the demoralising feeling of what all that would bring but on the other i felt to turned on by daddy’s note that i was oozing precum. Like the submissive little coward i am… i booked a flight almost straight away… hell as if all that daddy wanted me to do wasn’t bad enough i even paid more to book a seat which backed onto the airplanes toilet so i could watch all the normal people walk past to go to the toilet. Sending daddy the ticket confirmation for a flight in 2 days time all i received back from Natalie was “😈 good little princess😈”.

The next day I grabbed the mass of hair extensions and covered up in a baggy hoodie and went to a woman’s salon 2 hours from my house. Walking in the receptionist said “oh i’m sorry sir we don’t cut mens hair” looking at the extensions in my hand and the embarrassment on my face the receptionist then presumed i was trans🏳️‍⚧️ and not just a pathetic sissy. Getting up from her seat she put her arm around me and guided me to a less visible seat at the back of the salon where she took the extensions and then personally began to work on me. “This is a totally safe space for women like you sweetheart, theres nothing to be embarrassed about! Whats your true name precious?” She asked as she expertly began securing the extensions and destroying any masculinity i had. What should i do? If i tell her I’m just a pathetic loser turned on by embarrassment and feminisation against my will she’ll out me to everyone here!? So i had to lie, shame filled me as i simply answered, “uhm I ehm go by Jade” i said using my sissy name. “Adorable hun absolute adorable! Tell you what? Whats your favourite colour sweetheart?” To which my pathetic sissy brain replied with hesitation “pink”. Much to my horror once done with the extension, the woman not only styled them in a manner far more feminine than my short hair but proceeded too then do up my face with 72 hour lasting pink make up!. Eventually after paying and her giving me the most shame inducing pep talk I headed home.

Finally the next day came and i awoke to realise the extensions and make up were still very much in place, whimpering i began to get ready. Laying out the diapers i once again slathered my penis and balls in the numbing cream daddy gave me last time just too cuck myself even more, then i lay down and one by one imprisoned my sissy clitty behind fluffy layer after fluffy layer of thick puffy princess diapers. Once four were on i encased them in the locking plastic panties and secured the foam breast form filled bra, standing in front of my room mirror i ran my hand up and down the front of my diapered crotch as i squeezed and fondled my fake breasts, with no sensation in my crotch and completely unable to feel my rock hard clitty I whimpered as i lifted the bra and slid clothes pegs up and clipped them to my nipples and lay the foam down tight against the pegs. Playing with my fake breasts now i moaned as i felt the pegs tug at my nipples with the movement of my fake breasts. Catching a glimpse of myself moaning in the mirror i hung my head in shame and continued to get dressed. Pulling the playsuit up i felt the tight elasticated legs stop above my knee then the tight feeling around my crotch as the playsuit tightly formed round my diapers, then the feeling of it brushing across my chest as i slid my ams into the arm holes where i again felt the elastic pinch around my upper bicep creating puffy shouldered short sleeves. Finally I struggle to zip the playsuit up but eventually I was enclosed, sliding my feet into the Uggs and enclosing myself in the jacket I zipped the jacket up tight to under my chin to hide my infantile state if dress. Looking in the mirror I was humiliated as all i saw was what looked like an overgrown teenage girl from the early 2000’s. With baby supplies in my hand luggage and the small male cloths suitcase I then took a bus ride too the airport, it was terrifying feeling the eyes of Junkies, real men, woman and children bore into me with every stop of the bus but eventually we reached the airport and as I disembarked a man tried to grab my ass through the jacket but as he squeezed my heavily diapered ass my heart stopped as he then grabbed my arm and said “hey sweet cheeks what you got under there!” To which I cried “Get off me! Please don’t touch me!”. The man instantly let go looking around himself to see that he didn’t look bad and said “jeez dont come out looking so innocent and fuckable then if you aren’t asking for it!” But by that time i’d ran into the terminal building terrified, infact I’d gotten such a fright i was unaware my completely numb little clitty had leaked pee into my diaper. As quickly as possible i checked in my bag and got through security, naturally i had some awkward questions to answer and even presented daddys forged doctors letter.

Still shaken i walked through duty free then sat patiently at the gate on the phone too daddy, messaging back and forth I tried desperately to chicken out. “Daddy im sorry but I can’t do this! Im a man! I wont just ask a random black man too control me for 8 hours! Please let me go home and flight out another day as a man!!” To which daddy was quite clear, “Look jade daddy loves you ok so hear me when i say this….. i dont care what you think ok boo boo? Why don’t i care? Because your a baby sweatheart, your to pathetic and submissive and helpless to be an adult and your far too weak and feminine to be a man so daddy is doing you the mercy of taking control! Now be a good girl and send daddy a self right now in the terminal building so i know your doing what I’ve asked!” So without hesitation I pathetically took a selfie and sent it to daddy. Just as i did the plain began to board, with every step from the gate to my seat my stomach churned thinking about the men that might be sat around me that i’d have too ask to dominate me for the flight i hoped and prayed it was a family man who’d be appalled and try to help set me free but i knew that was very unlikely. Boarding i took my seat at the very back of the plane and sat in the window seat with the toilet block behind me, i watched and watched as the two seats next to me remained empty all the way through boarding and blushed heavily with embarrassment as people stared me up and down.

Thinking i was in luck, my heart sunk as the last passenger to get on the plane was a 6’5 foot tall black man, with arms like tree trunks, a shaved head and dressed in loose fitting shorts and a tight tshirt which showed his adonis physique. “S’up” he said in a deep and scary voice, I simply looked down at my lap and rested my hands on the lap on my long jacket trying to keep the jacket from revealing anything. ‘Oh my god why him!? Hes going to either kill me for being a creep or dominate me without even thinking about it’ i thought in my head as tears of sheer embarrassment came to my eyes. Not looking up I remember head lowered and hands tightly holding the jacket down all the way through take off, until eventually we levelled out and the seatbelt sign went out.

‘You’ve got to get used to doing what daddy tells you! After all, 2 weeks of his instruction, if you can’t follow this one he’ll be angry’ i told myself in my head as I suddenly plucked up the courage to stand up and remove my jacket revealing to the plane my pathetic Baby cuck state of dress. Laying the jacket on the middle seat between me and the man i sat backdown, the playsuit no doing any favours to hide my diapered crotch, i turned in my chair to face the man allowing him to see my adams apple past my extensions and give away yet another embarrassing secret. Taking the remaining supplies from my back i laid them in my jacket between me and him, there lay the matching mittens for the playsuit, upwards of 10 heart shaped padlocks, the pacifier gag, the baby food and the empty baby bottle.

And at that i spoke up, “e…e…ex…excuse me sir! I have been ordered by my Daddy that because I’m a pathetic Sexless diaper wearing princess sissy baby cuck that i am not allowed to look after myself for this 8 hour flight. He ordered that i ask the man sat next to me to ensure that I remained regressed, embarrassed, helpless, powerless and unable to remove my diapers” i admitted as i felt my dignity slip away. “A…a…as such daddy commanded that i ask you to guarantee that I piss, shit and cum in my princess diapers by using these pansy looking locks to lock mittens on my wrists and lock this playsuit on me. I’m not comfortable asking you but daddy is making me, i want to take all this off and he knew that so he’s asking wants me to ask a stranger to lock me in and keep the keys. He has also asked me to beg you to feed me baby food every hour and a baby bottle filled with milk and any of your body fluids every half hour. Daddy told me to stress im a Sexless baby cuck so im allowed no sexual pleasure or release. Will you dominate me sir?” I said as the embarrassment tears rolled down my face, which did nothing to my 24 hour makeup.

“Give me your wallet!” The man demanded, “but i ehm I cant…” i tried to say as the man grabbed my back and took my wallet. Taking out my driver’s license he held the photo up next to me and said “ruin and dominate a white boys 8 hour flight cause he’s a faggot? Sure but am taking that $100 you got here cuck and your going to do nothing” he said taking the money I’d planned to use on a taxi. Whimpering i began to get a horrible feeling about this man but it was too late now, “ok turn round gayboy, lets make sure you don’t get any wrong ideas about whos the man here”. Reluctantly doing as i was told i turned to face my back and the playsuit zipper toward him and used my hand to move the extensions away from the top of the zip. However instead of hearing a click he began unzipping the playsuit to which I panicked and tried to round saying “wait…” but he simply grabbed my puffy sleeved shoulder and stopped me from turning. Zipping the playsuit right down i felt him reach in and cinch the plastic panties waist tighter before clipping a lock on them as well, “oh fuck up, im not interested in fucking something as feeble and weak as you, im ensuring that even if that play suit comes off by some miracle, the diapers dont!” The man said zipping the play suit back up he then clipped a lock through the locking rings trapping me inside. What now?! Up until now i could give in any time, set my own limits, not now!. Turning me back round the man grabbed one mitten at a time and simply man handled my hands into them, as he tightened them and locked them on my wrists he asked, “anything else your evidently more manly than you daddy wanted me to know! Like your faggot name? Were you to be sleeping all flight or reading baby picture books? Tell me!”. I looked him in the eye as I nervously replied, “daddy calls me Jade sir, and daddy said I’ve to watch only princess related shows and movies on the screen all flight sir” as i looked at the row on the other side of the plane watching and laughing at me, crying a little i hung my head which the man would raise as he violently pushed the pacifier gag into my mouth and secured the strap tightly behind my head and padlocked it as well.

To my surprise the man then reached into his hand luggage and pulled out leather belts which he then proceeded to use as he grabbed me, pulled me into the middle seat and pinned my mittened arms to the armrests where he secured them with the belts. I began panicking and moaned as I wrestled against the belts trying to pull my arms away, panicking so much i fussed enough to draw an air hostesses attention. Approaching she spoke before seeing from my nose down, “miss is this man bothering y…..” she stopped her sentence apon reaching the side of the large black man who restrained my wrists, looking me up and down she spotted my adams apple and my pink playsuit with white frills and snorted in derision, looking to the black man the air hostess said “why is this man dress so fuckin pathetically, locked in mittens and restrained to his chair?”.

At that the large man reached over the armrest and my struggling arm and slapped his hand down on my diapered crotch grabbing and squeezing my puffy diapered crotch, i squealed in embarrassment as i expected pain but forgot that the numbing cream meant i was effectively sensation-less down there. However i cried hard as he jiggled his hand side to side with hold of my diapers and penis in his massive hands, “Well miss, this Baby asked me to control IT for 8 hours while on the flight. Apparently it wants to be dressed this way because its not a man, so its dressed in the most pathetically ridiculous way possible. It…. Sorry how rude of me… She begged me to stop her from using the toilet and begged me to ensure she used all 4 of her diapers by locking her in the clothes you see now. She also said shes far to feeble and weak to look after herself so she asked me to control her for her own good” he said looking round at me. “Is that true sir? Or madam?” The air hostess asked me with a sigh and roll of her eyes. Panicking all i could think was ‘no no no i changed my mind let me go! I don’t want this!’ As I violently shook my head with my extesions whipping my faces as i shook my head.

Squeezing harder the man was actually starting to crush my penis, but once again i was numb to this pain, looking back at the air hostess he said “oh don’t listen to her, ask these lovely people they saw her beg me and watch me put all 4 padlocks on her” the big black man said with a smile. Turning to the young couple and their late teenage daughter across the isle from us. To which the 3 of them testified i wanted to be in this position and even told the air hostess I begged and begged. At that the air hostess looked at me dead in the eye and said, “Well LITTLE GIRL you better quiet down and do what your temporary care giver says and be grateful he agree to look after someone weak as you. If you don’t quiet down i’ll be force to have the captain redirect the pain and land to remove you and thats a jailable offence…. You decide” and walked off.

Letting go of my crotch the man began to plug headphones into the screen in the back of the chair in front of me and to my embarrassment clicked Sofia the First the show about the little princess who wears the purple dress…. 4 seasons! God how embarrassing to sit here like this with no choice but to watch it. “Now, shut the fuck up faggot and enjoy your little cucky princess programs. Your first bottle feeding is in 30 minutes. Be prepared to drink the entire 250 ml’s!” And at that he placed the headphones over my ears drowning out everything but the babyish princess show. Each time i looked at anything but the screen he grabbed my cheeks and redirected my face.

After 15 minutes I accepted i was unfortunately stuck and began to just suckle helplessly on my paci as my tears dried into my cheeks and i became mindlessly engrossed in sofia’s adventures. However 5 minutes after that i notice my temporary care giver leaving his seat to go to the toilet with my bottle…. ‘Oh god no! I didn’t think he’d actually make me drink his cum!!!’ I though as i began to try and struggle quietly. 10 minutes later he returned with a the 250 ml bottle with easily 50 ml of cum in it, ‘No Way God no!!! How did he cum that much’ i thought as my eyes began to well up again. I watched as he then poured 150 ml of water in and added 50 ml of baby formula and mixed it up with tea stirrer. Securing the nipple back on he grabbed the keys to the padlocks and undid the padlock on the paci gag and removed my headphones, looking at him i was terrified and mortified, i shook my head as much as my neck would allow but he wasn’t interested and simply grabbed one of my fake foam tits which in turn moved the peg behind it clamped to my nipple cause me to moan and whimper as i began to feel horny. “Gayboy am gonna remove this paci and your going to drink every single last gulp of this! If you don’t….. you’ll never make it to wherever your going when you land because I’ll kidnap you faggot! Now be a good BABY and drink up” he said forcefully as he undid the strap and removed my paci, before i could speak the nipple of the bottle was in my mouth filling it with horrible, disgusting, vile and emasculating baby formula spiked with superior black man cum!. As i tried hard not to vomit and to breath heavily through my nose he played with my foam tits seeing how it made my body tremble since he was effectively tweaking my nipples. Tears once again streamed down my face as the further down the bottle i got the more concentrated his potent, bitter and salty cum gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat. Eventually though the ordeal was over and before i had even the time to regain my breath let alone beg for freedom i was regagged, gag locked in place, headphones back on and having my head pointed back to sofia the first.

Once again after 15 minutes I had ceased resistance and softened into sitting still and quietly watching the little princess. What could i do? My arms were bound painfully to the arms of the chair, even if they weren’t the mittens were tightly locked on my hands so I couldn’t grab anything or escape, there were no other seats to move too to escape my new caregiver accept the one by the window that like a baby i was now not being given the choice of sitting in! Helpless! Pathetic! And above all else… demoralised.

After another 15 minutes came yet another cum filled baby formula bottle however this time the man fed me one of the many baby food pouches i had been told by daddy to eat. God every mouthful was revolting 🤮 i dry heaved with every mouthful and each time my body wrenched my caregiver would threaten me with graphic and detailed threats of how this experience would be my 24/7 365 if I didn’t behave and he kidnapped me. Finally my first feeding was over and once again i was returned to my helpless princess show watching state, however only 5 minutes after eating i began to feel pressure on my bladder and looked at the man with begging eyes as i looked down and tried desperately to point at my diaper with my mittened hands but he simply kept returning my face to the screen, after 10 minutes i could no longer hold it, tears pouring down my cheeks i went bright red with embarrassment as i felt no pressing on my bladder, i may have been completely numb in the crotch but i knew what i’d just done. Trying to hang my head in shame the man once again grabbed my cheeks and pointed my face to the screen, I didn’t know it then but this relentless forced regression while watching sofia the first would create a connection between the show and my current state in my mind that would ruin my life later.

Sitting in the piss soaked first diaper I gradually accepted what was to come, 15 minutes later I willingly accepted the caregiver removing my paci gag and even drank my 3rd bottle without complaint. Slowly i began to realise i had no right to complain…. I asked for this after all. By the time i finished the third bottle my new caregiver began to look like he was enjoying the process of regressing me as he became more gentle, not ramming the paci gag back into my mouth but gently replacing it and once locked back in my mouth he would reach over patting my crotch and whispered, “see isn’t it just easier when you accept your superior cum from an actual man… good little girl!” Before once again returning my headphones and entrancing me in the princess show. For the first 4 hours of the flight I melted into submissive acceptance of the situation I’d put myself in and behaved for the man who began insisting i call him Uncle Jay. However after beginning to behave for uncle jay he had kept my paci gag removed after my 3 disgusting baby food meal at hour 3 of the flight which made it more embarrassing that when flight attendants now spoke to me i simply had to ignore them and keep watching the princess show while Uncle Jay spoke for me.

After the feeding at hour 4 uncle jay would begin to do something I wasn’t expecting, after watching me dry heave and swallow the food and bottle he would reach over unplugging my headphones and removing them from my head as well as turning of the screen. “Ehm did i uhm not eat or drink as much as you wanted me to Uncle Jay? Im really sorry just please don’t punish me i’m embarrassed enough!!” I aksed very nervously as i begged. To my surprise he would also undo the belts holding my arms to the arm rest. “No no no gayboy you’ve been hilariously pathetic and well behaved but I don’t think your daddy will be best pleased if you don’t get some sleep! So i bought something for my girlfriend but i realised its far to pathetic, humiliating and regressive for her… so you will wear it and get some shut eye!” He said taking me under the arm and pulling me up to stand in the area in front of the toilet door while he reached into his backpack and rummaged for what he was talking about. You know you’ve lost all hope of using the toilet like an adult when like me you don’t even try to open the toilet door. At that uncle jay pulled from his bag what looked like a pink rolled up sleeping bag, i blushed and went to shake my head but suddenly stood in the isle he held one end of the sleeping back and suddenly it unrolled and hung in front of him. This was no ordinary sleeping bag, it was a sleeping back cut to be shaped like a princess dress, it had a floor length skirt which was closed over at the bottle like a sleeping bag and was embroidered to look like Princess Aurora’s dress, unzipping the back Uncle Jay turned the open zip to face me and ordered i slip off my ugg boots and step in.

What choice did i have, where was i going to run too. Glowing bright red in embarrassment i slipped off my uggs and stepped into the dress shapped bag which was so soft and poofy inside that it tickled my bare legs from the knee down and felt funny on my feet as i could feel the plane floor through sleeping back. Turning me round uncle jay zipped it up and mortifyingly it did not hide my playsuit encased shoulders entirely. “Now back into the middle seat faggot, its nap time….” Uncle just said manhandling me into my seat again, once sat down i moved the dress shaped sleeping bag skirt around with my mittened hands and said nervously “but im uhm not very ehmmm tired Uncle Jay” to which he pulled out a matching princess aurora sleep mask and placed it over my extension adorned head and covered my eyes. “Nonsense faggot, you’re obviously in need of a nap now be a good girl and drift of to sleep quietly so i can enjoy the rest of my film” Uncle Jay said as he reached round with his right arm and wrapped it round me pulling my head in to rest on his shoulder. How much more demeaning was this flight going to get! I’d already swallowed more cum and baby food than is probably healthy for any adult, restrained to a chair and gagged to watch little girl programs and now i was being forced to sleep in a princess dress shaped sleeping bag over my baby playsuit finery with a princess night mask and a being forced to rest my head on a big butch black mans shoulder!!! I was modified and right there and then i again pissed my diaper, however the diaper was now so wet and full of piss and precum I definitely could feel it.

Unfortunately though i knew i was at Uncle Jay’s whims, and could now hear the 19 year old girl across the isle laughing at me…. If my penis wasn’t completely numb from the cream i’d have realised just how rock hard my situation was making me. Then….. came the worst, most embarrassing, most demoralising and single most humiliating moments of my life. Suddenly cramp began to take over my stomach and i began to feel my stomach churn, i could feel the baby food, baby formula and Black Man Bull Cum mixing in my stomach making it violently upset. Using my mitten covered hands which Uncle Jay hadn’t re-restrained to the chair because of my good behaviour I quickly fumbled the night mask up to my forehead, pushing up off his shoulder I turned and moved to the edge of the seat turning my Sleeping bag princess dress and Playsuit adorned body so my chest was facing him i wrapped on arm round my stomach and tried to reach the sleeping zip with the other. Looking Uncle Jay in the eye with pure fear in mine i said “Look Jason! This isn’t a game anymore, get the keys out and remove the locks quickly! I think im about to explode with Diarrhoea!! Please this isn’t even a part of the kink thing anymore, i dont want to shit myself!! PLEASE!!!! Unlock me you sadistic fucker!! IM NOT A GIRL OR A BABY I WON’T SHIT IN A DIAPER ON A PLANE FULL OF PEOPLE NOW UNLOCK ME!!!!……… PLEASE” I said angrily and in extreme discomfort as i now wrapped both arms round my waste and tried to hold my cheeks together. “Excuse me Faggot! Who the fuck do you think yours talking to like that!!” Uncle jay growled grabbing me by the throat with one of his massive hands. “Ugghh im sorry! Please Jason! Im a Man! I’ll pay you 200 dollars! Just please get this stuff off me!!” I beg as i began to struggle to breath. However with little to no effort Uncle Jay pinned me back into the middle seat and wrestled my mittened hands back to the arms of the chair and once again used belts to restrain them down. Fighting the paci gag into my mouth and tightening the strap as he padlocked it on he then lowered the sleep mask and whispered in my ear.

“You think I’m as weak and dumb as you! You knew you’d need to shit eventually! You just resisted and tried to escape to delude yourself into thinking your not the biggest diaper using sissy faggot ever!!! Now shut the fuck up! Shit your diapers, cry a little then go to fucking sleep!! Sweet dreams cucky” to which he then put noise cancelling headphones over my ears and blasted baby songs like wheels on the bus, baby shark, rain rain go away and more on repeat. Now blind again i tried to curl forward and fight the bowel pain of holding back the diarrhoea but every time i curled forward Uncle Jay pushed me back up straight. Eventually the pressure became too much and with a whale of embarrassment and tears I let go, a huge load of steaming hot and disgusting smelling diarrhoea exploded into my diaper with a very very very loud squelching sound. “Ewwww thats fucking disgusting! That boy wearing baby girl cloths and diapers just shit himself!!! Thats so gross!!!” The teenager girl across the isle said. Which for the next 10 minutes sparked demoralising humiliation and rude and mean comments being flung my way, however like a baby i was oblivious to the discomfort of everyone else thanks to the baby songs and noise cancelling headphones, however tears poured down my face, snot ran down and out my nose and i whaled and cried like a proper baby as all i could feel was the warm, acidic and splurgy diarrhoea moving around my ass, up the side my ass cheeks and all around the diaper.

After about 15 more minutes the humiliation and physical discomfort had fatigued me and without meaning to i found myself fast asleep. How pathetic was I now! Not only was i dressed in the most Pathetic manner humanly imaginable, i was now restrained and asleep in a diarrhoea filled diaper which was so full it had now leaked into the second of 4 diapers and for what?! Because I’m not a man…. I’m most definitely not a man right now! As i slept i was unaware that with each fart more diarrhoea just sorta plumed out of my ass. Whats more pathetic? I was dreaming that i was Sissy Natalie’s daddy, waiting in scotland for him while he suffered the situation I’ve put myself in now following his orders!. However sadly dreams have too end and i was awoken by Uncle jay forcing another bottle into my mouth, as soon as the liquid hit my tongue i gagged hard, this wasn’t cum mixed with baby formula. All i could taste was cum and even….. piss, in a sensorily deprived state thanks to the headphones still playing baby songs and eye mask I couldn’t see but crying and wrenching as i tried to drink this disgusting cocktail I violently tried too get my restrained and mittened hands up to fight jason off. Crying and gagging a lot i, by some miracle, finished the bottle. Removing it from my lips jason raised the night mask and lowered the headphones to my neck. Blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes i felt a wave of embarrassment as I suddenly realised everyone on the plane was stood up looking at me. “We landed 5 minutes ago and tessa there” jason said pointing to the 19 year old, “suggested you’d appreciate a 250ml bottle of purely cum, unfortunately some guys were reserved about masturbating into a bottle so those that didn’t just pissed in it” to which I suddenly began to feel sick and gagged hard as he said that.

With that the plane doors opened and all the other passengers disembarked as they laughed and degraded me. Looking jason in the eyes i said nervously, “well thank you very much for your forceful domination and unwavering control uncle jason but could you please unlock all the padlocks now so i can at least change my diaper…. I think daddy would be more than satisfied with your domination of me thus far but the flight is now over so unlock me now please” i begged calmly trying not to sound like I hadn’t learned my lesson on how to speak to my caregivers. “Cant do that faggot” jason said abruptly.

“The hell you mean you can do that! You cant kidnap and keep me like this !!! I dont consent!!” I growled in a panic. “1. In this state do you really think i need your consent! Look at yourself!! And 2. I can’t because while your were asleep for 3 and a half hours I accidentally dropped the keys in the airplane toilet and flushed them….. ooooops” Jason laughed. “You did wha……” i tried to yell but jason simply stuffed the paci gag back in and secured it tight. Then using his superior strength he unrestrained my arms and put my pink Maxi length puffer jacket back on over everything i had on and zipped it up. He then put everything else of mine in my hand luggage, ugg boots, unused padlocks, bottle, baby food and a card with his phone number on it. Next he lowered my night mask again, put the baby music blasting headphones back over my ears and slung me over his shoulder fireman style. I couldn’t believe this, this had to be a record low, how was i ever to consider myself a man again!. Once off the plane, Jason sat me in a wheelchair and used the belts to restrain my arm to the arms of the wheelchair, feeling my hand luggage dropped on my lap i struggled as much as I could, cried, begged for help, pissed more in my diaper and eventually resigned myself to believing Jason was kidnapping me as i felt the wheelchair glide effortlessly through the airport.

Sure the TSA wont let you carry too large a deodorant on and off a plane incase your a terrorist but somehow Jason got a fully grown man dressed as an overgrown prissy baby girl wearing multiple soiled and disgusting smelling diapers restrained to a wheelchair through without any question!! I was so embarrassed and defeated and uncomfortable I couldn’t even bring myself to scream or moan when we stopped for 15 minutes which i can only assume was the TSA check. Eventually after about 40 minutes of movement i felt the warm fresh air hit my face which admittedly felt good and stopped me smelling my own disgusting diaper however after sitting with the direct sun hitting me for 5 minutes while i smelled cigarette smoke i was sweating profusely under my many layers which made me even more horribly uncomfortable. I assume Jason had me sitting at the smoking area while he huffed a cigarette 🚬 because after that the smell disappeared and suddenly the headphones pulled down.

“Ok Faggot here where we part ways. This taxi guy is holding a sign that says ‘taxi for Sissy Baby Sexless Cuckold Jade’ which can only really be you. Its a wheelchair accessible taxi so your going in like this. Next place you’ll see is where daddy lives! Ive had fun, I’d say i hope you did but look at you….. on the surface you hated it but deep down your wishing i’d kidnap you!” In my head i told myself he was wrong i was a man, i couldn’t spend to weeks like this no! But inside i knew he was right. Feeling his kiss my forehead he added, “goodbye gayboy, hope chugging all that cum of mine has gotten you addicted to me…. If it has and you decide you want to be uncle Jay’s baby forever…. My numbers in your bag….. keep the princess dress sleeping bag and mask…. To remember me by….. and cause you look fucking hilarious in them hahaha goodbye faggot” he finished as he put the headphones back up despite my begging and moaning for more information and seemingly disappeared. With only my sense of smell i had no idea what was happening, i felt the chair go up and incline a smelled a car air freshener, with only that to go on i once again broke down in tears wondering how many people had seen me and laughed since i came off the plane. Off i went to daddy Natalies house…. A pathetic shell of the man who left scotland……

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a tight squeeze - rowaelin month day three.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist

prompt: travel/vacation.

word count: 1331

trigger warnings: language, mentions of sexual themes.

tag list: @rowaelinscourt @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @elentiyawhitethorn @autumnbabylon @leiawritesstories

their gate, the early morning.

Rowan simply did not understand why he let his wife take care of the travel plans. He always figured that because she travels so much for her job, all over the country, all over the world, that she would understands how airports, and how aeroplanes, work.

He always forgets she doesn’t.

He really should remember.

Because each and every time he forgets, he vows to always remember. But he never does, he always makes the vow again, and he always regrets it. Stood next to his wife, the slim, willowy beauty that she was, he was hoping the boarding passes clutched between the pages of their passport—boarding passes he forgot to check when they were checking in—said first class. He was hoping, he was praying, he was hoping his friend were praying, he was praying that the gods existed and that they heard his prayers.

There was, in general, a whole lot of praying going on. Especially when you take into account that his faith has dwindled over the years.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that the seats aren’t first class. Knew that they weren’t business class. Knew for damn sure they weren’t even premium economy. Those tickets would proudly display them as residents of economy.

Also know as, hell.

Hell for Rowan. As a six-foot-four man, with shoulders people could duck under and thighs that were famous in their friend group. (Thighs that were well known to the apex of Aelin’s own thighs.) Also, as someone whose nickname in university was ‘pea’ as in Princess and the Pea.

Hell for Aelin. Because she was a seven-months pregnant woman, with legs a mile long. Her hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, not overly but enough to make certain seats uncomfortable.

Rowan had fifty bucks that said she spent the flight shifting around to get comfortable, whilst Fenrys had fifty that said she squared her chin and dealt with it.

He understood why his friend had bet what he had, but despite Aelin’s comfort and love for their friends, there were still parts of herself she reserved for her husband. The parts of her that she didn’t want to broadcast, or parts that she felt ashamed of, or just the parts of her that irritated everyone, but Rowan put up with and loved.

So, he knew his wife would spend the flight shifting around, moaning to him about the hardness of the seat, about how she couldn’t get comfy. And he knew that he would sit next her, having lifted the arm rest and slipped an arm around her shoulders for her head to lean on, and let her complain. Be a willing ear and an all too happy confidant, never once having the urge to say it was her fault.

Even if it was, even if she asked, even if she said it was, he never would. Because she didn’t deserve the blame, not right now, not ever.

By the rose-tinted-glasses glued to the bridge of nose every time Aelin was around, Aelin was perfect, and blameless, and especially so whilst carrying his demon spawn that they both loved so. Also, by those glasses, his wife was perfect, whether she’d forgotten to book first class seats or not, she was perfect. Whether he spent the next few hours wishing he was shorter or not, he loved her.

With a quick pinch to the skin of the back of his hand, Aelin grabbed his attention, prompting him to hand over the passport and boarding pass, his face set grimly when the airline representative held up his passport to compare. Real life versus a picture he was not ready for.

With a wink that was impossible to ignore, his passport is handed back to him, their send off down the jetway flirty: “I think you looked better with long hair.” He can see the possessiveness shoot through Aelin, the tightening of her spine, the flame in her eyes, the tightening of their clasped hands, the smacking kiss she plants on his cheek.

“Jealous, my darling wife?” he asked, teasing her. His shoulders shook with silent laughter when she spun on him, a scowl making itself known on the features of her face. Smirking dangerously, Rowan wrapped a muscled arm around her shoulders, placing his own smacking kiss to the crown of her head.

He appreciated her effort to hide and cough over her laugh when he pulled many a long blonde hair from his tongue, giving shrug before simply stating, “Pregnancy hormones, hormonal hair loss.” Anger touched her tone, she was beyond fed up with peeling blonde hair murals off the shower tiles once finished with her showers, Rowan knew she was sick of picking them from between her arse cheeks, and the entire household was done with finding hairs in their food. Whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Take-away or homemade. The blondes hairs had by now become members of the family.

“I like your long hair, Mrs. Whitehorn-Galathynius, I think it looks good.” The shitty imitation had Rowan laughing, whilst the love of his life stood before him, arms crossed over her bump, a smiling scowl all too present on her lips.

Twenty, feet aching, back hurting, stomach grumbling minutes later, they were finally heading down the aisle and ducking airborne suitcases and children with errant hands. Rowan kept a firm grip on wife, as he cleared a pathway with an angry look and a couple of choice words who did not listen. She even felt his shift to put more of his tattoo on display.

With luck they’d never had before, their row was next to them, and Aelin was sitting down in the aisle seat, lifting the armrest, and scooting along until her butt met the edge. Her bag was placed on Rowan’s seat, a silent, not unkind request to place it in the overheard storage, so that she needn’t reach under the chair, simply needed to ask him, her husband, to reach up and grab it.

In contemplative silence, Aelin stared down at the seat, her mind no doubt firing off in a million different directions. Rowan was preparing himself. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. Making sure his body could handle the intense trauma the economy chair was about to gift him.

An impatient sigh from below him, followed by a slapping noise. His wife had a hand planted firmly against the leather back, whilst her eyebrows met in the middle and her eyes, usually flirty and open, glared at him with the heat and anger of a thousand suns who’d recently lost a fight.

“Sit. Down. I do not are how tall or short you are, Rowan. All I care is that I am pregnant, and I am on a flight for too many hours, in economy seats with no accommodations. My back will break, I’ve the done the research, I’ve done the equations. Its fact. Its true. Its happening. And I can guarantee you, love of my life, that only sitting down will make this better.” Her words were brave, but a tremble ran through them. The very second his wife’s tone belied her mental wellbeing and her general comfort level, he was pushing himself down into the seat.

“Fucking hell, that’s a tight fucking squeeze. Thanks for warning me, babe. I really appreciate it.”

“You said the same fucking thing when we had sex for the time, but it got comfortable later one, it got better, and you fucking squeezed it in. A tight squeeze of not, we are together. Okay?” broking no argument, she patted the seat and encouraged her husband to sit and interact with her, not allowing him to keep to himself.

“I’m glad, Aelin, that if I had to tightly squeeze with anyone, ever, in an aeroplane, it is you I’m going to be tightly squeezed with.”

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Felix x Reader

Summary: oh what you’d give just to see Felix smiling again

Warnings: suggestions of death. Some injury detail. Mentions of an aeroplane crash.

WC: 1.5k

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Part 2

20 December 2021. The day Felix was meant to fly to Australia. He had initially declined the ticket, but you were adamant that he go see his family. You even had to bring up the fact that his family were expecting him for Felix to finally give in and accept the ticket.

You were at home preparing for your Christmas alone. Without Felix. As you put the last ornament on your Christmas tree, you braced yourself for Mrs Lee’s questions. But they never came. Instead of the texts greeting you and wondering why Felix came alone, they read:

“Y/N. Please call me”

“Y/N, it’s about Felix”

“His plane crash landed. We’re currently at the hospital, but we don’t know what’s going to happen”

Your eyes widened.

“Hello?” Mrs Lee sniffled.

“Mrs Lee. How are you? How’s Felix? Is there any update on his condition?”

“He’s being operated on right now,” a pause, “It’s to remove some of the metal that lodged into his body. He’s in critical condition,” Mrs Lee whispered the last sentence out.

Your heart broke at the sound of her weak and small voice.

“I’ll book a ticket right now. Take care Mrs Lee. I’ll see you in a few hours,”

You hung up then immediately started to pack a small suitcase with your essentials. With an anxious heart, you rushed to get to the airport as quickly as possible.

“Good evening ma’am. How can I help you?”

“When’s your earliest plane to Australia?”

“The next one is at ten thirty pm,”

“Are there any seats available?”

“There is one vacant seat in economy. Would you like to book it?”

“Yes please,”

She typed and clicked away for a few minutes as you anxiously fiddled with your sleeve.

“Thank you for choosing to fly with us today,”

The woman smiled and handed you your ticket. You went to check in and go through security checks.

“Hi Mrs Lee. I’m currently at the airport waiting to board. My flight leaves at ten thirty, so I should be there in eight hours or so,”

“Alright Y/N. I’ll have Mr Lee pick you up,”

“It’s fine, I was just planning to grab a taxi. Please don’t trouble yourselves,”

“I insist, he needs to get out and distract himself for a bit,”

“Thank you Mrs Lee,”

“You’re welcome,”

Two hours went by in the waiting area in nervous silence. Once your plane was ready for boarding, you quickly walked onto the aeroplane. You yawned in exhaustion. The worry you felt fatigued you, so you slept. When you awoke, the plane was about to land. You got off the plane and went to collect your suitcase. You stepped out of the airport and saw a tired Mr Lee waving at you.

“Hello Y/N,”

“Hi Mr Lee, how’s Felix?”

“His surgery ended several hours ago, but now we’re just waiting to see if he wakes up,”

“I’m sure he will. We just need to have hope,”

“With you around, he’s sure to wake up. Come on, let’s go,”

You couldn’t meet Mr Lee’s eyes when he said that. You guessed Felix hadn’t told them prior to his flight and he obviously didn’t have the chance when he landed. The car ride was silent, which you found to be suffocating. Under normal circumstances, it would have been calming, but all it did was leave you with your thoughts. What if Felix didn’t make it? What if you never got to see his smile again? What if his last memory of you was you crying because of him? No, like you said, you needed to stay hopeful.

“We’re here,”

You nodded and got out of the car. Mr Lee led the way to Felix’s room as you trailed behind him, fearing for the state you would see Felix in. Mrs Lee and Felix’s two sisters sat around his bed, all with red eyes from crying. Your heart broke for them. They’ve known Felix the longest, while you only knew him for a fraction of those years these people have known him. Your pain could not compare to theirs.

Finally, you settled your eyes on Felix. A bruise decorated his forehead, as well as a few minor cuts, but other than that, he looked relatively peaceful. His expression was easy, even with the mask in the way, you could tell he was peaceful.

“Sit down Y/N. You’ve been standing there for several minutes.” Mrs Lee broke the silence.

You took the seat next to Olivia.

“How long are you staying?” She whispered.

“It was a last minute ticket, but my last vacation day is the fifth of January, so I can leave anytime before then,”

“Please stay. He needs you,”

You stiffened. They really didn’t know. But you didn’t want to add any more worries onto their shoulders.

“I’m not going to leave anytime soon,”

“Say Y/N. Why didn’t you come with Felix?” Rachel asked.

“I made a mistake booking the tickets, and Felix’s flight was full, so I had to come today instead,”

“Oh ok. At least you’re here now. And you’re safe,” she replied.

“Have you guys eaten?”

They shook their heads simultaneously.

“When was the last time you guys ate?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t remember,” Olivia said.

“Though now that you mention it, I am hungry,”

Rachel mused.

“You guys should go eat. I’ll stay here,”

“Are you sure?” Mr Lee asked.

“Yes. Go eat. You’re going to need your strength to get through these next few days,”

They left you alone with Felix. You took the seat closest to his bed and clasped his colder hand in yours. You didn’t utter anything for a while, just sat there silently with his hand in yours as you yearned for his eyes to blink open.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Felix just wake up. Your family needs you. Wake up for them, please. Wake up, for me,”

To your disappointment, no reply came from him, not even the slightest movement, just the steady beep of the machine. The next few days passed just the same, with you rarely leaving Felix’s side and bargaining with the universe just to see him open his eyes again.

25 December 2021. Still, Felix’s eyes remained stubbornly closed. It was evening, and the Lees had temporarily left the hospital to buy some festive food. It was still Christmas after all.

“Merry Christmas Felix. My gift for you is still wrapped in my home, waiting to be opened, but you got hospitalised and I forgot it in my haste. I hope that’s alright with you,”

Tears formed in your eyes when the thought that your gift would never be opened if Felix didn’t make it. It had only been a few days, but still your hope dwindled.

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t insisted that you go, we wouldn’t be in this situation. You wouldn’t be like this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” you sobbed.

You were too blinded by your tears and too busy furiously wiping your tears away to notice Felix’s finger moving.

“It’s ok,” a voice rasped out, “It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you,”

You gasped and took a look at Felix’s body. There he was, almost the same, but his eyes were definitely open and his mouth was almost definitely curled in a smile.

“Felix?” You whispered.

“The one and only,”

“Felix, oh my gosh. I was so scared. I was so scared that you wouldn’t wake up,”

“There’s no need to worry anymore. I’m awake and I completely don’t mind that you left my gift in Korea. Though I am worried myself that I didn’t get you a gift at all, considering our- my misunderstanding,”

“This is already the best gift. Seeing you awake is the greatest gift. Merry Christmas Felix,”

“Merry Christmas Y/N,”

“You know, this whole experience has made me realise that I miss you. I miss our relationship. And the tears that I would shed every day made me realise that living without you in my life is just so hard,”

“Since I’ve given my gift, why don’t you give me yours by saying yes? Y/N, will you go on a date with me once I’m better?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“What did I just say? Just say ‘yes’ and all will be right in the world. I still don’t deserve you or your forgiveness, but I’m willing to work for it, if you’ll let me,”

“Of course I’ll let you. I just said that I can’t live without you,”

“Good. Because I can’t live without you either,”

Felix’s family rushed back after you called and suddenly the once dreary hospital room was lively with chatter as the Lees embraced Felix. As his family smothered him with their bodies, you made eye contact with him as you walked back into the room with a coffee and he smiled. You smiled in return. Despite earlier events, this was probably your best Christmas with Felix. You both made up, he was alive and his family were there to celebrate with both of you. Your smile widened, you’ve forgiven Felix and your relationship is mending.

All was right in the world, just like Felix said.

A/N: I’m evil but I’m not that evil. That said, it’s finished! Thank you guys for reading this, it’s been a pleasure interacting with you guys and seeing your reactions.

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algizstudio · 8 months

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I am participating in the tell me a story swap again. The theme this round is autumn.

These are the available blocks for side swaps:

Cat blocks:

Hiding among the sunflowers makes the best place to catch flies. 1 block left.

Peekaboo! 1 block left.

Every day is a good day when you are wearing your favourite vintage dress and have cats in the house. 1 block left.

Wild cats and wild flowers, these are two of my favourite things. 1 block left.

Oliver likes to stick his nose into books and lazy walks in the flower garden. 1 block left.

The ginger cat likes to sleep on hus mistress' vintage dresses. 1 block left.

In the secret garden the cats enjoy the flowers. 4 blocks left.

In the tropical garden the cats enjoy the dazzling sunshine. 1 block left.

While I was busy sewing, my cat drank the tea. 2 blocks left.

A cat for every house and a house for every cat. 2 blocks left.

Brown print of a naked cat. 0 blocks left.

When I die I want to come back as a cat. 1 block left.

Travel blocks:

This summer we traveled around on our bikes collecting ephemera and sent it back home. 8 blocks left.

Going camping in a vintage camper and sending postcards from all the places we visited was so much fun. 7 blocks left.

We bought last minute aeroplane tickets for cheap and sent surprise postcards to all our friends. 6 blocks left.

Garden blocks:

In spring the swallows move in and flies around in my garden. 2 blocks left.

The new neighbours bunny escaped and came into our garden, her name is Millie, we still do not know the name of the neughbour. 1 block left.

We had so much cherries this year that we sold it at the farmers market, it was such a success that we rated it five stars. 4 blocks left.

Old Mc Donald had a farm, and on that farm there were geese, and it was one goose here and two geese there and goose, geese, more geese and and eggs galore and after a while there were geese everywhere. 7 blocks left.

Autumn blocks:

The hedgehogs are preparing for fall and are making nests in the midnight garden. 0 blocks left.

I took my cat mushroom picking in the woods again the autumn, we found so much chanterelles. 0 blocks left.

Beet and mushroom soup is absolutely the best. 0 blocks left.

The squirrels are collecting nuts for the winter and you can see them running along the electricity lines. 2 blocks left.

#sewing #quilting #patchwork #quilt #fiber art #art #crafting #TMAS swap #swap #swapping #autumn #fall aesthetic #autumn vibes #fall #autumn aesthetic

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prettyhatmachine · 2 years

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hiiii hi hello!!!!!!!!! 5, 13, 24, 28 for that music ask, go 👁️👁️ <з

Afternoon vik <3

5) Sorry to be that guy but it's nmh aeroplane

13) Um.... hi trent what synth were u using in the march of the pigs interlude bit <3 (no but rlly i'd sell my soul to get bubble tea with him or whatever)

24) My angry playlist is like 600 songs long lmao but off the top of my head maybe like stay here by swans

28) Not to be cringe but here;s a mini playlist of songs that were written about me <3 everybody's happy nowadays - the buzzcocks girls & boys - blur thirsty dog - nick cave & the bad seeds i just wasn't made for these times - the beach boys sour times - portishead suburban war - arcade fire only - nine inch nails ballad of big nothing - elliott smith i wanna be your dog - the stooges book of revelation - the drums

Vik these were good ones I blushed

35 music-themed questions

an album you can’t stop listening to lately

an album you wish you could hear again for the first time

a song you really like by an artist you otherwise don’t listen to very much (whether that’s because you usually don’t like their music, or just because you haven’t listened to the rest yet)

name 1-3 LEAST favorite songs off one of your favorite albums (bonus: if the person asking knows what some of your favorite albums are, they can suggest an album OR you can just choose one yourself)

name an album you feel is perfect

from the album you feel is perfect, what three songs would you choose to eliminate if you absolutely had to?

do you have any concert tickets right now? if so, whose concert is it?

name an artist/band that isn’t touring at the moment who you’d really like to see in concert

name a musician who is no longer living who you wish you could see in concert

what was your first concert?

what’s a song that your favorite band doesn’t perform live, but you really wish they would?

if you could hear any album performed live in its entirety, which would it be?

if you could talk to any musician, who would it be? what would you want to say?

is there any band/musician who you really strongly dislike? if so, why?

have you ever traveled outside of your area to see a concert? if not, would you want to?

have you ever been in the first row for a concert? if not, what was the closest seat you’ve ever had?

if you could go back in time and attend any artist/band’s concert that you were unable to attend, who would it be and when?

what decade do you think had the best music? is there any particular year that you think was the best?

who is your favorite member of your favorite band?

who (if anyone!) is your least favorite member of your favorite band?

what is a song that you like, but that you don’t listen to very often?

name a song that reminds you of one of your best memories

name a song that you associate with being sad

name a song that you associate with being angry

name a song that makes you think about someone you love

name a song that makes you think about someone you don’t like

name a song that you wish was longer

name a song (or a few songs) that would need to be included in a movie about your life

is there any song that you mostly like, but there’s one specific part of it that you don’t like as much? if so, what is it?

name an album you really love that you haven’t listened to in awhile

name an album you’ve wanted to listen to for a long time, but you haven’t gotten around to it yet

what is a band/artist you really wanted to start listening to, but you just really couldn’t get into it?

do you wear a lot of band t-shirts? if so, do you like it when strangers comment on them?

pick one of your favorite bands/artists and choose a song by them that you associate with each season

name two musicians who haven’t already collaborated on anything who you think would sound great together

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Train, bus & helicopter between home & base camp for Uttarakhand trek

11.04.2024, Thursday.

Three friends met at the station. One of us had actually joined impromptu (on-the-spot) and had managed to get all confirmed reservations (not even RACs)!

The final packing of the bag concluded a few hours before the journey started.

My bag weighed 13 kg.

We alighted at Delhi.

Another train journey took us to the foothills of Uttarakhand - Kathgodam. We met our fellow trekkers in this train for the first time - Paresh Bhai from Ahmedabad and Govind Bhai from Panvel, MH.

12.04.2024, Friday.

22:30 The train reached Kathgodam. Our KMVN's hotel TRH Kumaon Dwar just 5 minutes from Kathgodam railway station and we fell off to sleep in the clean rooms.

13.04.2024, Saturday - day 1 - reporting for the trek.

Our batch of 25 gathered on time and the long journey to Munsiyari starts. It is our base camp.

On the way, we passed by the Neem Karoli Baba Ashram, Kainchi Dham. It is approximately 3 hours from Kathgodam and 8 hours from Munsiyari. We saw it from the top and the road swirls next to it in the valley. I wish we could have stopped for darshan of this powerful place. Neem Karoli Baba was the avataar of Lord Hanuman. Jay Shri Ram.

Pandey Lodge at Munsiyari is our base camp.

The long spacious room accommodated 5 trek mates and it had 2 attached washrooms. The stay was comfortable in the clean room.

14.04.2024, Sunday - acclimatization day.

YHAI Delhi, the organiser of this trek had arranged a hike to the nearby Nanda Devi Mandir.

15.04.2024, Monday - flag off.

Our trek starts by a flag off ceremony and we walk into the jungle.

Our trek route will face the Panch Chouli peaks (5 snow clad peaks). And a detailed description of the trek will be given in the blog posts to follow.

19.04.2024, Friday - group breaks & election day.

Now the plan to RETURN actually started the moment we were seated in the bus from Kathgodam to Munsiyari.

It was election day. And public transport was not easily available. Some of our group members panicked and requested that the acclimatization can be forfeited (dangerous when the trek is an high-altitude one) and thankfully nothing of that sort happened. Members had their flights and trains booked and were apprehensive that they might miss them.

We had booked our return by helicopter and the ride was my life's first. Many of us had traveled in aeroplanes, but helicopter travel is rare. There is weight limit. Anyone above 85 kg and anyone's luggage above 5 kg would be overweight and will pay INR 100/- per kg. My luggage was was 8 kg above the permissible limit and I had to pay Rs. 800/- more. After taxation and luggage, my total fare for the helicopter ride was INR 4475/-.

The same friend who had booked impromptu tickets, got confirmed helicopter tickets for us.

The experience was good. It's choppy. No wonder, it is called a chopper 🚁.

The best part of this aerial journey is bypassing the 12 hour road trip, which dehydrated me completely while coming here.

7 antiperistaltic movements and eyes closed tight. Too much.

The 🚁 ride cuts the travel time to just 45 minutes. The pilot doesn't allow any recording even with a mobile. Flight mode is compulsory. He was shouting some instructions inside the cabin with the rotors on and we couldn't hear anything. We just nodded and actually didn't utter a word in the entire flight and gestured to our neighbours about the land formations seen from the top.

Yet frankly I did feel nauseous, but thankfully not as bad as the road trip.

From the top, Uttarakhand has only mountains, valleys, towns, and rivers. The mountains are lush green. The rivers are running dry.

Nainital is easily identifiable from the top, with the lake after which it is named and also the other lakes of Nainital.

From the chopper 🚁, when all the mountain ranges ended, our ride ended, with landing in the plains at Haldwani. It was hot and jolted us.

We had changed our train's boarding point to Haldwani and INR 20/- per head rickshaw (x 3 passengers = 60/-), dropped us to Haldwani railway station, which was just 15 minutes away.

Friends parted.

We took the Kathgodam - Delhi Junction train.

The train reached Delhi Junction at 3:30 am.

We rested till 6 am in the waiting room.

Delhi has lots of travel options, but we selected to walk the last mile after metro journey to a delicious breakfast at Janpath.

Now the heat awaits us, but my Delhi friend's plan saved us. Check out what Delhi has in store for us and it will be a pleasant surprise. A ride in my friend's Mercedes Benz!

Check out my trek experience with YHAI at Munsiyari Khaliya Top in Uttarakhand.

#Munsiyari #Trek #YHAI #base camp #helicopter #travel #travelogue #travel diary #friends #food #fun #Kathgodam #Haldwani #Delhi #Janpath

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How To Upgrade Your Flights To Air Canada’s Business Class

About Air Canada

Air Canada is Canada’s largest domestic and international airline, servicing over 210 airports on six continents. The Air Canada business class flight experience reflects the carrier’s prominence as Canada’s most recognized airline. It is well worth the money for customers seeking a more streamlined and pleasant experience — both at the airport and on the plane.

Air Canada, Canada’s largest airline, provides the most direct routes from its four major Canadian hubs to destinations worldwide.

Air Canada’s Signature Class

Signature Class service is available on long-haul itineraries as well as select domestic and transborder routes. Signature Class distinguishes itself from the rest of Air Canada’s business class offerings by providing a lie-flat seat, premium food and beverage selections, and an enhanced experience from check-in to arrival. This guide will go over all that Air Canada Signature Class has to offer, including an overview of the experience, itineraries, and some tips and tactics for getting the most out of your flight.

Nevertheless, not all Air Canada business-class cabins are the same. You should keep an eye out for the precise aircraft and time of day you choose to fly to guarantee you receive the finest business class experience for your money.

Everything you should know about Air Canada’s business class

Depending on the time of day and availability, Air Canada provides its hallmark business class experience on international flights and certain domestic routes. The experience begins when you arrive at the special business check-in station and concludes when you get your bags, which will be the first off the baggage carousel.

Long-haul flights like Canada to India flight services with the Boeing 777, Boeing 787, and A330–300 have the greatest business class suites (referred to as Signature Service to distinguish it from shorter haul business class). Air Canada also has business class seats on its A220–300 aircraft, but you won’t get the seclusion of a pod or a lie-flat bed.

How much does an Air Canada business class ticket cost?

The cost of Air Canada cheap business class tickets may vary depending on the route, season, and how close to your departure date you buy. Most international business class tickets will cost between $3,000 and $5,000, while domestic flights and off-season periods will be much less expensive. Going frequently gets offers for less than $2,500 roundtrip for Elite members.

Understand Air Canada’s Upgrade Options

Before upgrading to Business or Signature class on Air Canada flights, it’s essential to know the different upgrade options available. Air Canada offers the following upgrade options:

Paid upgrades: Passengers can pay for an upgrade to Business or Signature class before their flight or at the airport. The cost of the upgrade varies depending on the flight, travel date, and availability.

Aeroplan Miles upgrades: Passengers can use their Aeroplan miles to upgrade to Business or Signature class.

Bid upgrades: Passengers can make an offer for an upgrade to Business or Signature class. The airline will consider the offer and notify the passenger if they accept their bid.

Also read: Air Canada Baggage Fees — Complete Guide To Cover the Expenses

Check Your Eligibility

Not all passengers are eligible for an upgrade to Business or Signature class. Air Canada considers several factors when upgrading passengers, including:

Flight availability: Upgrades are subject to availability, and not all flights have Business or Signature class seats available for upgrade.

Fare class: Passengers booking flight tickets to India must have a flexible fare class ticket to be eligible for an upgrade.

Aeroplan status: Aeroplan members with Elite Status have a higher chance of being upgraded.

Seat availability: Passengers must have a confirmed Economy class seat to be eligible for an upgrade.

Book Your Flight in Advance

Booking your flight in advance can increase your chances of getting an upgrade to Business or Signature class. Passengers who book their Canada to India flights early have a better chance of securing an upgrade as there are more seats available.

1. Use Your Aeroplan Miles

One of the easiest ways to upgrade to Business or Signature class on Air Canada flights is by using your Aeroplan miles. To upgrade using your Aeroplan miles, log in to your Aeroplan account and select the flight you want to upgrade. Click on the “Use Your Miles” button and follow the steps to accomplish the upgrade process.

The number of miles required for an upgrade varies depending on the flight, travel date, and class of service. Aeroplan members with Elite Status receive a discount on the number of miles required for an upgrade.

2. Check for Special Offers

Air Canada sometimes offers special upgrade offers to its passengers. These offers can be found on the Air Canada website, in your booking confirmation email, or on the airline’s social media pages.

To take advantage of these special offers, log in to your Air Canada account, and check the “My Bookings” section. If there is a special offer available for your flight, you will see a notification on the page. Follow the steps to accomplish the upgrade process.

3. Bid for an Upgrade

Air Canada’s bid upgrade program allows passengers to make an offer for an upgrade to Business or Signature class. To participate in the bid upgrade program, log in to your Air Canada account and click on the “Upgrade” button.

Enter the amount you are willing to pay for the upgrade and submit your bid. The airline will consider your offer and notify you if it was accepted. If your bid is accepted, your credit card will be charged, and you will receive a confirmation of your upgraded seat.

How to Get a Free Air Canada Business Class Upgrade

There is no unique method to getting a free business class upgrade — but it is achievable with a little more exertion. The easiest approach to acquire reduced and free business class upgrades is to join Aeroplan and work your way up to the Elite level.

Air Canada Elite members enjoy several yearly advantages, including free upgrades, savings on business class flights, and lounge access even while traveling economy. Members also have access to eUpgrade credits, which may be used to upgrade from economy to business when space allows.

Conclusion

Air Canada’s business class flight is by far the greatest choice in Canada. Aisle access and a comfy seat are assured, as are fresh and healthful meals both in the lounge and on board, a selection of high-end wine and spirits, and a smooth check-in and baggage claim experience. It might be disheartening, though, to expect a lie-flat seat only to discover that you’re traveling on an A220–300. To assure the best business class experience, choose flights on the Boeing 777, Boeing 787, or A330–300 when they are available.

Here are some of the frequently asked questions regarding Air Canada’s Business class upgradation:

1. How to Upgrade to Business Class

Air Canada offers a range of travel classes for its passengers, including Economy, Premium Economy, Business, and Signature Class. While Economy class offers affordable travel, Business and Signature classes provide a more comfortable and luxurious experience. Upgrading to Business or Signature class can enhance your travel experience with more comfort, better amenities, and personalized services. This article will provide you with a guide on how to upgrade to Business or Signature class on Air Canada flights in 2023.

2. How much does an upgrade to business class on Air Canada cost?

For most domestic and international flights, the Air Canada Last Minute Upgrade Purchase is available online up to 24 hours before departure or at check-in up to one hour before departure. The cost of upgrading to business class can vary depending on the trip path and season, but anticipate paying between $300 and $1,000.

3. How many miles are required to upgrade to Air Canada’s business class?

Travelers interested in upgrading to Air Canada business class should budget between 15,000 and 50,000 Aeroplan Miles, depending on the journey. To be eligible for upgrades, you must purchase tickets in classes Y, B, or O.

4. What is included in Air Canada’s business class?

Domestic and international qualifying Air Canada business class travel includes expedited security screenings, priority baggage, lounge access, lie-flat seats, guaranteed window or aisle access, hot meals, complimentary alcohol, an amenity kit, a massaging neck rest, and complimentary in-flight entertainment.

5. Is there a lounge with Air Canada business class?

All business class tickets on Air Canada, including domestic and international flights, include lounge access. There are sixteen Air Canada Maple Leaf Lounges located across Canada as well as in Paris, Frankfurt, London, Los Angeles, and New York.

6. Is food offered in Air Canada’s business class?

Business class flights under two hours include a hot meal (excluding YYZ-YOW, which serves a cold breakfast) in the morning or an evening cold snack. After 8 p.m. flights feature a premium snack box as well as bar and beverage services. Flights lasting more than two hours include a pre-meal bar and beverage service with bar snacks, as well as an all-inclusive dinner tray with a selection of hot entrees. Also, on flights lasting more than four hours, a bar and beverage service with a premium snack basket will be provided prior to arrival.

Also read: Air Canada’s Enhanced & Premium Services — Worth the Upgrade?

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